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[ INDEPENDENT ] multi-muse blog solely for ORIGINAL CHARACTERS, based around original lore OR affiliated with fandom/s. an assortment of CANON CHARACTER/s are sprinkled in. by ꮇꮻꭱᏼꮖꭰꭺ; he / she, twenty-nine, local goth fiend. affiliated; @llosgcariad, @gouthik

muse/s under the cut !

thothwrites

ALL FOR THE GAME, BOOK 2. THE RAVEN KING SENTENCE STARTERS. Graphic by

Please be aware this is a DARK book, full of triggering content please be careful reading these sentence starters.

"I am a bad person trying very hard to be a good person."

"Some of the strongest people I’ve known are women." "It's about family. Not necessarily the one we were born with, but the one we choose. This one. The people we trust to be part of our lives. The people we care about." "________, what the flying fuck have you done this time?" "You can't cut down someone who's already in the gutter." "Thanks, but I can handle him." "I am going to love hurting you,", "like I loved hurting _____." "You are one seriously fucked-up individual." You wouldn't," "Not in front of all these people." "I do not care if they see." "A dog who bites his master's hand deserves to be slaughtered. The location and audience are inconsequential. " "I am not a dog. I'm a Fox." "You make me uncomfortable because you don't make sense. I don't understand you." "You will kneel." "Make me." "____, the fuck is on your face?" "Life doesn't care what we want out of it; it's up to us to fight for what we want with everything we've got." "Here's a real question: how have you survived this long when you're so violently self-destructive?" "I don't drink." "You just cost him something he didn't want to lose." "Ah, you are right. That must be it. What was your name again? Alex? Stefan? Chris?" "Let go of me, King." "I am King," "Sometimes you're interesting enough to keep around. Other times you're so astoundingly stupid I can barely stand the sight of you."

thothwrites

ALL FOR THE GAME, BOOK 1. THE FOXHOLE COURT SENTENCE STARTERS. Graphic by

Please be aware this is a DARK book, full of triggering content please be careful reading these sentence starters. “It’s not the world that’s cruel. It’s the people in it.” “Hope was a dangerous, disquieting thing, but he thought perhaps he liked it.” “Remember this feeling. This is the moment you stop being the rabbit.” “It sounded like a dream; it tasted like damnation.” “It’s about second chances, ____ Second, third, fourth, whatever, as long as you get at least one more than what anyone else wanted to give you.” “Oh, ____, unpredictable as he is unreal.” “God damn it, _____ This is why we can't have nice things.” “I have a bit of an attitude problem.” “Family means something different with us because it has to. It's not about blood. It's not even about who we like. It's about who _____s willing to protect.” "I'm not scared of _____. I know him." "You're going to eat those words. "You're going to choke on them.” “Give your back to me.” “Don't look back, don't slow down, and don't trust anyone. Be anyone but himself, and never be anyone for too long.” “Being related doesn't make us family.” “Such an unexpected will to survive from someone who has nothing to live for.” “Make them love you, make them hate you, I don't care. Just make them look at you.” “I'm not a math problem." "But I'll still solve you.” “I will ask you only once to tone down that animosity." “Looks like you've managed to completely embarrass yourself in both languages.” “When you know what someone wants, it's easy to manipulate them.” “Here's some honesty," "I don't like you, and I don't trust you. " "It's mutual," "That doesn't change anything.” “How's that target on your back feel?" "Oh, Coach. [...] If they ___ was nice, they wouldn't be any use to us, would they?” “How stupid, that someone so short could have such a presence.” “Take what he is giving you and make it your shield. It's hard to kill a man when everyone's eyes are on him.” “Jeez, Coach, what kind of people do you think we are?" "If you won't play with me, you'll play for me." "You're never going to get there on your own, so give your game to me.” “Don't touch him, you understand?” “Seriously, how are you not bored of your hand by now?” “You need to rethink your persuasion techniques. They suck." "I don't need to be persuasive," "You'll just learn to do what I say.” "_____, the man is dead. Like, permanently.” “there's someone here to see you." “The words sounded like a desperate prayer.” “Don't touch my things, ____ . I don't share.” “What did you call me?" "I called you a deadweight has-been," “I don't like that word," "Don't use it.” “Your opinion has been duly noted and dismissed." “you play like you have everything to lose. that’s the only kind of striker worth playing with.”

> @llosgcariad,

You said this was temporary. You promised me it was temporary. Why doesn't it feel temporary?"

there is a certain clinical satisfaction in seeing just how bad things can get; maybe that is why you stayed so long ( ... ) it is awful to want to go & want to go nowhere. your whole life has been a wreckage, you are spending your fortitude years picking up the pieces; you exist at all, & that in itself, was nauseating. who were you without the leash you thrived upon? some days you'd do anything to go back, that was easier than facing yourself; you're aware, catastrophically aware, grieving, grieving, constantly grieving. neil josten is the only reason you're sitting here, you've been wondering why he would go through all of that just for you; there is nothing to save, you were meant to die in evermore. jonathan grimshaw knows your place, it is on your knees; there are no masters & no kings here ( ... ) yet you'd still bow if given the chance. jean moreau, you remembered vaguely from the nest; someone who got out, someone who survived, could that have been you if anyone thought twice? " ... it was never meant to be temporary jean, realizing im meant to be by your side is as jarring as it is for you. there are some promises that i don't mind breaking, i think you know that too, don't you? "

you paused, you'd do anything for a cigarette right now; what were you supposed to do if your hands weren't occupied? cerulean's meet his, you're searching for something; maybe a quiet confirmation that you aren't exceeding yourself. " ... it has been months now? it feels- like i've been here longer, there are moments i also do not feel time has gone by much. uh- i don't know if i want it to be temporary, i know neil certainly wants me to stay. are you afraid of getting attached? " the words feel tainted, the last person you got invested in ripped your heart out & destroyed your innocence; there is nothing behind your glass eyes anymore, just reminders of his fingers on your skin. " ... i know what it is like, i have a difficult time being close to anyone, if you are afraid- i wouldn't mind navigating it with you. " fingers come to tangle together, you're antsy, nerves tingling under your skin; that is anxiety, you knew that much ( ... ) sometimes you can feel your teeth when you sit too long. " ... i do like you so far, if staying means i break that, then, i'd be happy enough to. "

#c; jon.#c; jean.#arc; survival.#.neiljeanjon #from our plot writing on discord <3 i needed to write this

> @llosgcariad,

❝ please, don’t talk anymore, okay ? it’s only gonna upset me. ❞

" ... that is not happening, kiran, i will not be quiet, i am sorry if it will upset you, you need to hear it. i will not be silenced, not when i can see you falling apart. " magnus flicks a hand at him, fingers splaying apart as if to stop him his tracks; " ... how long have you been without? OR am i mistaken to think that you are still using? you do not have a right to hide your drugs in my home, not the one my family inhabited so long ago. it disgraces it, i would prefer if you did that in your own. " the castle was sacred, you've let someone in after all these years; it is common throughout history to see habits rise & fall ... every being has one, drugs were not a place you can admit you're experienced with. getting a high from feeding was different, blood was as intoxicating as any aphrodisiac; something manmade will never be the same, you knew that much. magnus crosses both arms, you stand directly in front of him; the grand hall was empty, as it always was ( ... ) there's too much care in you just stop & turning away.

" ... you realize i do care, don't you? i think you've forgotten what it means, your habits are not worth losing me over. i do not have means to go, i just- there are some things even i don't know how to deal with. " the confession makes you sick, eight-hundred years of existence & you still weren't accustomed to everything; carrying the burden of your fathers legacy was one thing, shouldering someone else was another ( ... ) you feel inferior, a little out of touch. " ... i hope that is not too harsh, i've been alive a long time; i know what drugs are, i know how people respond to them. certainly my fathers court had its fair share of vampires who had other means to get their fixes- i just, hmm. i do not want you to think i'm against you, for all it's worth, i want you to know i am here for you, i want to see you better. " eyes shift, you look up the staircase, then back to him; " ... being upset does not mean you get to run, you need to hear this; i will not let you suffer alone, it was jarring to find your cocaine, i think that's what it was? what a place to put it- you found an old, carved out bible. " that must have come from someone else, maybe your brother, OR your mother; faith was a complicated concept for you, you knew she worshipped something far beyond a god.

you untangle your arms, hands extend to touch his cheeks; " ... the light in your eyes is my favourite kind of star, please do not let it dim out. "

#c; magnus.#c; kiran.#arc; canon.#.magkiran #drops this and runs

ceennamon

A man with hard eyes that soften when he looks at you

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@llosgcariad,

#.sethcassidy #begins to harass you with this kind of content for them.. do not speak me

llosgcariad

Something breaks away inside you. It chips: it sinks like a stone. You ache and breathe, your lungs never stopped choking. Even now something twists inside you. There's pieces of him everywhere. His name is carved into your lungs, and every breath cuts you. It never stopped. You weren't a raven anymore, and your wings were clipped but you still feel as if you are bleeding. You had wanted to run. Something had settled wrong on the tongue, an innocent drink gone sideways. The room had been swimming, you had gone out for air. You needed air. It was caught between your lungs: when did you ever stop running? Yet the blood that passes between lips is a haunting reminder of the fact you have always sunk like a stone into deeper waters. That you come back to what is familiar even if your blood and bones have healed. Your head is spinning. Why can you taste blackberries on his tongue? You hated them. You slip under. You want to ignore the throb of your heart: the steady thump. Something that reached up and coiled beneath the skin. It revolts but you try to bury this: he isn't aware of that damage, and the taste of blood soothes that wound. Your lips part instead spit and blood lingering and that "Not tonight, not here, not now." You sound more unsettled. Something buried under your skin cuts you wide. You don't know if it's what he tastes like or your memories being opened from that box. So you push it down and you mutter a "I think my drink was laced." you don't want to be touched even though the kiss had been wet and normally you would have devoured him whole. "I just want to go home." You hate the warmth that seems to spread like fire on your entire frame, something was entirely wrong.

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violence is devotion, it is ink stained walls & silent bloodied knuckles; there is no way to ever clean up the mess you made. you've become something neither of you recognize, it is a final act of rebellion; you'll never unlearn what they made of you ( ... ) riko moriyama found the wild trapped inside your heart, instead of trying to tame it, you tore the cage apart. jean moreau's clipped wings are no different than yours; one of you survived, the other is still picking up the pieces, they are only freedom when they are wide open. on ones' back, they are the heaviest weight you can carry; in ruins of my dreams, hope lies like a wounded bird ( ... ) waiting for the chance to fly. here is another reminder of who you are, the crimson pooling under your feet is familiar; you cannot stop seeing red, even as it spills from the incision you made. he's crumbling in front of you, & all you can do is stare; the taste lingers on your tongue, it is familiar poison ( ... ) you're a raven all over again.

he was never meant to get away, you knew this from the beginning; you'd wonder if he ever figured it out along the way. you're watching a reflection of the nest, jean moreau's world falling apart underneath you; riko had a say in it, beforehand, you'd have gotten off on his suffering ( ... ) now, your anger damns you in the fact of a man. maybe surviving had changed you, made you realize what truly mattered; he was yours, he had always been yours, no one else was allowed to touch him ever again. leaving him defenseless would be worse than running, tonight was meant to be nothing more than a getaway; someone had taken advantage of the alcohol, you look at the man on the floor ( ... ) he is no longer with us, one less scum on the face of this world. it was luck you had followed him out, something hadn't sat right when he disappeared out the door; he still tastes as sweet, even when he was bleeding, copper & strawberries mix on your tongue, blackberries come in as an afterthought & surprise you when you swallowed. the switchblade is pocketed, there is blood on the end, but it didn't matter right now; not when jean moreau was sinking in front of you.

" ... we can go, forget tonight, i will not make you do anything you do not wish. it was merely an offer of distraction. this wounds runs deeper, doesn't it? " a hand is offered, you would not force him to take it, something so simple, yet showed you would rather him hold onto you than this; riko's heart is in your throat, adrenaline had begun to settle ( ... ) you recognized the face in the mirror. a first, not a second; a king, not a pawn, you've accepted there will be queens on your court, you're looking at the one thing you had spent so long rejecting. the crown is equal parts fragmented, you share it with him & no one else; " ... come, we are going, we'll take the car back, you can settle. i figured that out when you came out here, something was terribly wrong. " the blood from his lips, you linger on; his tone is far too familiar, you cannot help how much this reminded you of edgar allan ( ... ) so long ago, yet it comes back to haunt you. you've only seen a shred of his trauma, some of it you had a hand in; if you knew one of your backliners had repeated an act ( ... ) it'd be a different response than enabling.

" ... i will be more mindful of our next trip, not allowing anyone to buy you drinks, & all of what you order will go through me first. for what it is worth, you have my apology. " riko bends forward, getting a better look at him; the results of a roofie were coming to light; you can see it in his face, that distress in his eyes ( ... ) a warmth you're familiar with, as if you can see it on his skin. there is nothing to expect, even with the kiss in mind; you wouldn't go further, there were a lot of things you had time to think on, you'd be damned to repeat the same mistakes. " ... can you walk? i may have somethings at home to help, i am not letting you out of my sight & you are to stay home for the next few days. "

#c; riko.#c; jean.#.rikojean #arc; survival.

> @llosgcariad,

Full puppy gear jeanriko possible caging outside and sensory deprivation bye

" ... you've got till morning, don't fuss too much. though, i think your neighbours would consider you've gotten a new puppy, you certainly make a lot of noise. " riko's fingers wrap around the bars of his cage, shaking it a little & leaning inwards, getting a good look at him; the dog mask secured around his face was an interesting choice, you got it specially commissioned just for him. it was red & black, made primarily of leather & buckled around the back; you were sure to add a muzzle for good measure, keep him from opening his mouth. he could whine all he wanted, but there would be no use for his voice; not when he was to spend a night outside under the stars. the mitts on his hands were meant to keep him from touching himself, OR trying to unlatch the cage; there's a lot you thought of, he looked prettier rendered completely immobile. " ... hmm, it shouldn't be too cold tonight, autumn has come, you know how the nights are. you aren't getting your clothes back, you have your pillow, the blanket & your little plush friend in case you get lonely. "

a leather bodysuit may have come to mind, but you'd save that for later; the only advantages he had were his legs; riko had no concern about leaving him exposed ( ... ) perhaps if he was good, you'd add a leg transformer. it'd leave him entirely useless, something at your mercy; a pleasant thought, you spent enough time with him during posture training, he needed to know how he was going to behave. " ... have you learned enough from last night? you have a spacious backyard, no one will see you with this fence here. & maybe, i can unlock the cage from the back & fuck you at some point. if you get needy, you can always hump your pillow, make a show for me, pretty pup. " your words are intentional, you want to leave him with reminders; the sun was beginning to set ( ... ) the air had already begun to feel as cool as you anticipated. a smirk crosses your features, moving to close the cage door & click the padlock in place; " ... i'll switch the tail on in a bit, let me make dinner, you are to eat out of the bowl tonight. "

#c; riko.#c; jean.#/ usfw #/ petplay #.jeanriko

> @llosgcariad,

❛ i want you to go on. i want you to live. for yourself and for others. ❜

" ... what's the point if you are not there? i do not have much when i leave here; i've lived for myself long enough────୨ৎ 만약 인생을 다시 산다면 당신을 더 빨리 찾을 겁니다. let me live for you, genji. " the neon city stretches hundreds of miles behind you, you had business here, shion promised you a new bike in exchange for your time; playing sides had never bothered you, it all depended on how much people knew. kaiju's attention had mostly been on genji, the shops could not keep you occupied; what he said had rattled around inside your head ( ... ) some part of you wondered if this was his way of wanting you to leave, another, knew better than that. " ... you really think i have ' others '? you & your brother are the two people i find that matter the most. if you want me to go, you can be honest, i will understand that what i am doing can complicate things. " there is no reason you say it, maybe for good measure; it's a familiar poison you drink, you live by the blade & die for it ( ... ) there is nothing when you aren't twisting the knife. a hand raises, fiddling with one of the capsule machines; small, food shaped prizes sat inside, they were cute, but you didn't bring any coins.

" ... OR is this more of, you do not think you are worthy? there is alot i've done, not so proud of, other things were & still are for survival. i am the last person to judge, i've seen you for more you think you're worth. " boots scuff, you stop in your tracks, turning fully to him; your gaze is soft, contemplative, you wished you knew what he was thinking ( ... ) yokai's never get telepathic abilities. " ... you cannot rid me that easily, i've gotten too familiar with you being something to come home to, why would i risk that all? she cannot take away what we have, my job is to rely intel, & i'd have no means to give her anything that pertains to you. if you want me to do something for you ────୨ৎ you can always tell me. "

#c; kaiju.#c; genji.#.kaiji #arc; overwatch.#gives u his canon for my amusement

exitwound

i save you. you stab me. we exchange the universe a few times between our eyes. you die for me. i die for you. so it goes

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@llosgcariad

#.magkiran #.apisjon

> @llosgcariad,

❛ are you afraid? ❜

" ... fear is a mind-killer, i've lived through it enough; a gun to your head does wonders to break you out of your shell. " riko moriyama cannot remember the last time you were in control, being here was beyond anything you could have imagined; you welcomed death, but were given open arms instead ( ... ) the history is stained on the floor you walk on, you know well enough, despite surviving, you would never escape it. the world outside is unfamiliar, you've lived under a shadow of misfortune for so long, you have a hard time adjusting to something else; what more is there? everything you had crumbled to dust, you've lapped at the flames of every bridge you ever burned ( ... ) there is no hell to fear when you were born into it. the incense lingers, you can smell it even after you left the shrine; you find no reason to stay, worship & devotion mean entirely different things you ( ... ) there is no god to pray to anymore. " ... are you afraid, shimada? someone who spends so much time on his knees must have something to make up for; are you asking for forgiveness? "

it is easier to turn it on its head, you didn't want to talk about yourself; there is too much to answer to ( ... ) some part of you wishes you had a foundation to stand on, you did not anticipate having to pick up the pieces again. " ... those who do not know the abyss, will think it twisted. those who were shaped by its torturous ways would find it comforting. " the words slip off your tongue, feeling tainted; the other one wasn't here, you didn't have it in you to entertain both of them, hanzo, in himself, was more tolerable. you saw too much of ichirou in him, the only difference was ( ... ) he wasn't trying to kill you; a conscious was better than resentment, bitterness OR rage, you gave it up at the cost of living. " ... i feel more uncertain than afraid, is that what you wanted to hear? i'd rather not answer any questions, you don't know me like you think you do. " there is a bite, you keep your back to him, looking out at the land; it's peaceful, the sun is high up in the sky & you can see hundreds of trees in the distance; if you were someone who painted, this would be the perfect scene.

" ... where is your brother? gone again, i see. have you not had any suspicions? i wonder how much you really see, considering i have it all figured out before you do. "

#c; riko.#c; hanzo.#arc; survival.#.rikohanzo

llosgcariad

You don't remember the passage of time being this slow, nor do you remember exactly when the door had clicked behind you when it had shut. The windows were decent enough to hold light to filter into the room despite the grates that had been swung open from them. You know where the back of your mind had pulled it from. old wards, places that didn't have people wandering among them. There was a clear bed by one of the windows, pillows there. You didn't have too much of a say. There was a bottle of ambient of the table, you didn't take a second look at the syringe on the table either. You closed your eyes. You had been wandering but you hadn't expected to locked in the attic of all places. It wasn't warm but it wasn't cold either and it was warm enough to know that you were starting to sweat. You had perched by the window. You had almost seemed like a caged bird, evident by the fact when you had tried to leave the room you had found it locked. Your phone was downstairs, an accident. You didn't have a clue how you were getting out of this mess. You weren't aware of the other toys tucked away and hidden in the room, you merely leaned against the grated window. What else could you do? You didn't have much of a choice. You exhaled, it was a waiting game. That's all you could do is wait.

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time wasn't a concept where you came from, humans had a primitive understanding; days, months, years ( ... ) the gregorian calendar felt the same to you. where it was minutes for them, centuries flew by without concern, you knew how the pull felt; magic drenched the property & kept the veil split, it is a gateway between worlds. going home was an easy feat, you hadn't told apis where you would be; his curiousity was bad enough to keep some things to yourself ( ... ) jonathan could not imagine him getting lost in a fae realm, it would be the last time you left it open. you stepped out of the rift, it always felt so strange to come back here; the mirror behind you shifts, glowing a faint, radiant pink ( ... ) you breathe outwards, pulling a pack of lotus cigarettes from your pocket. the manor looked the same as it always had, some of the upstairs windows were open, letting in what light there was; it was shrouded in darkness most of the time ( ... ) above you, you could make out storm clouds forming. sooner OR later, it would rain; some part of you looked forward to it.

boots stir up leaves & dirt as you descend, wondering what he had gotten up to; jonathan left him alone for a few hours ( ... ) there are some places you made obvious are forbidden, too many risks for him to trap himself OR get hurt. humans were always that way, they were no better than a common cat; the basement, & the attic you had specifically mentioned to not go into alone. the door to the attic was broken, it had a habit of getting jammed; & if he wandered around the basement ( ... ) he may have gotten himself stuck in one of your playthings. you do not think much about it, it is better to not assume anything; lingering on the patio, you blow smoke outwards, climbing yourself through the broken window inside. rarely, do you unlock the front door; the illusion of an abandoned estate kept visitors away ( ... ) you preferred it, for your safety as well as his. standing on the parlor floor, you had missed the silhouette in the upstairs window; the shutters were open, as they always are, there wasn't much for you to concern yourself with. it's quiet, the fireplace is blazing, but no sign of apis; outside, it was cool ( ... ) standing near the flames made you far too warm.

first thing you notice is his phone, you'd wonder why he'd leave it unattended; it's picked it, thumbed over & pocketed ( ... ) moving towards the kitchen to see if he might be there. " ... apis? where are you? " jonathan bellows, knowing it'd echo, there's no one here but you & the humming of the fridge; your heart panged, a little concerned, but you'd keep looking. pulling yourself towards the staircase, you go up, staring at the ceiling; if he was here, he was bound to be on the second floor ( ... ) you'd hope he hadn't gotten himself hurt OR worse, locked in one of the many rooms. you know this place is old, a lot of rickety steps, floorboards & defective locks hadn't been upgraded; the charm was the victorian feel, it was fine the way it was, but something told you you were going to change your mind. " ... apis? " his name is called again, standing in the hallway & peering into rooms; none of the doors were locked OR jammed, there is not a soul to be found. a frown, the last place to look up here, was the attic; you couldn't imagine him up there, even if you knew better in some way. " ... you aren't up there, are you? the door has a habit of getting stuck, you shouldn't be wandering, the basement is no better. hmm, there are some things you don't know about in the attic. "

it is one last ditch effort, your voice raised, staring up at the ceiling on the second floor; getting up there was a pain, the door, to your luck, would be closed. " ... are you okay? make a sound OR something, please? i'll have to unlock the door, i think i know what you did. "

#c; jon.#c; apis.#arc; fae.#.apisjon

> @llosgcariad,

Jean getting collared by riko

he is a lamb to a slaughter of his own design, you've choked him with the same hand that fed him; too many scars are reminders of the wreckage ( ... ) jean moreau was never meant to be anything else but yours. you thumb over the pronged collar, the inner leather lined with hundreds of spikes, you knew that he'd always think of you; as long as the metal pressed, there'd be no reason for him to ever forget ( ... ) riko moriyama knew most would consider their options before touching him. there's a silver, bone-shaped tag hanging off a chain, his name engraved on the front & smaller lettering on the back; please return if found. it jingles when you move it, the light in your bedroom glistens off it; it'd look prettier on him, those dark, grey eyes would compliment it nicely ( ... ) maybe you should get a leash to go with his longing. " ... come, be a good dog, you're finally getting your collar. i thought of an electric collar, but the muzzle we have is enough to keep you quiet. " your tone is playful, taunting; you have ever intention of making him wear it, even if he protested ( ... ) can't let dead dogs lie, you whistle & he'd come running.

" ... since you are mine, it should be considered a great honour to belong to me. i do not keep pets long, NOR do i find them worthy of my time ... i do think you were always meant to stay with me. " the confession is strange to you, riko rarely omitted any feelings, even when kevin was around ( ... ) you didn't have the nerve to let him in. some people are wrong for you, others are meant for you; different time, different places, too many faces have come in & out of here. the only one who's stayed loyal the longest is a stupid french boy. jean moreau, who you look at too long, who makes you feel strange at times ( ... ) you do not think you'll ever get used to how he makes you feel. impatience scrawls all over your face, you make yourself known; stepping into his space, you were antsy, not wanting to wait for him to come over. there was something about having it in your hands, adrenaline spiked underneath your skin; it is not often you find joy in these things, maybe it was the aspect of ownership that really got you going.

" ... forget it- if you take it off, i will have to hurt you. remember, if anyone wants to touch you; you are to ask, i think, though, this will deter anyone else. " you inch yourself upwards, standing on the tip of your toes to slip it around his neck; the prongs press into his skin, making you twitch ( ... ) pain & pleasure go hand & hand, always. fingers secure the clasp on the back, knowing that he'd have no advantage in taking in off; riko's comment was simply a warning, jean always knew his place ( ... ) you rarely had to question him. sometimes he was mouthy, but he still did what he was told; corruption begins with the mouth, the head, then the heart. you made a place for yourself inside him, having no desire to claw your way out; a breath, you run your thumb over the leather, trace over his skin with intention, it looked better on him than in your hands. " ... how do you like it? a fitting reward for a loyal pup. "

#c; riko.#c; jean.#/ suggestive #.jeanriko #inspo from our jeanrikojon thread on discord <3

happilyhadesbound

underrated ship dynamic is 'they deserve each other /derogatory'

lautakwah

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@llosgcariad,

#.jonapis #.jerkiran #.jeanriko #.neilirou #:-^)

> @llosgcariad,

Seth making out with jon at the beach college verse

" ... mm- i missed you, " sand sticks to your skin as you settle with him on the shoreline; the waves lap at your toes, making you laugh. it's late, regardless, it was his idea ( ... ) you know he'd never let up this late if you asked; something about this made your heart thrum, like it's the first date you ever had with him again. jonathan's breathless against his lips, too close, you're practically in his lap, he's a warmth that reminds you so much of home; there's no where else you'd rather be ( ... ) when he's gone, he takes a piece of you with him. your mouth opens, pulling into a half smirk, chuckling between kisses; you cannot help how happy he makes you, if you could crawl inside him & stay there, you would without hesitation. " ... i'm so glad you're back, i wish i could go with you, i hate being so far from you. " colour paints your cheeks, the moon basked you both in a radiant glow; it might rain, you can see dark clouds roll on by in the navy sky. a hundred stars captivate you, it's been so long since you really saw them, cornwall was the only place you r remember ever seeing them; maybe you should take him home sometime.

" ... seth? " it's soft, you slide your palms on top of his; your head tilts, his taste lingers on your lips ( ... ) you didn't go too far, a small gap between you, filling it with another set of lasting kisses. small sounds slip out, you almost forgot what you were going to ask; mind muddled by the pleasure, it's been too long since you got him like this, you take the incentive to settle yourself in his lap ( ... ) staring at him through lidded eyes. " ... would you ever want to come home with me? i mean- my little town in england? " jonathan feels your skin crawl at the question, it felt like confessing a prayer; you've thought about that before, egypt was beautiful ( ... ) you think he'd like seeing cornwall too, there were so many beaches like this one. if it still stood, you'd love to show him your childhood home; it's fantasy, you know it, but what's the harm in dreaming? " ... school lets out in a few weeks- maybe we can plan a trip? " you thumb at his fingers, wrapping yours around his; they're squeezed, knowing you're staring ( ... ) it's hard not to when he looks like that. " ... i love you, you know? i really, really missed you- "

#c; jon.#c; seth.#arc; college.#.sethjon

> @llosgcariad,

"Can i blow you?"

" ... do you really have to ask? that answer will always be yes, am i allowed to cum? " the first question hangs, the secondary one is for good measure; you know consent mattered for andrew, you weren't going to overstep anywhere if you could help it. not that you'd ever think of doing that, words were the biggest indicator of how far you could go; sometimes it felt as if the lines blurred, you've given him enough indicators he could do whatever he liked, there has never been a means to question him. not now, not anymore; having a place to call your own made a difference ( ... ) trusting someone meant you could finally stop running, it's all you've been looking for. you look at him, tingles spread from between your legs & made you shudder; neil lingered too long in andrew's gaze, you knew the implications of letting him down on you ( ... ) this wasn't the first time you let him take you in the locker room.

#c; neil.#c; andrew.#v; all for the game.#/ usfw #.andreil

> @llosgcariad,

we shouldn't … ah, we shouldn't be doing this."

" .... shh, this is how you will repay me, i do not want to hear your complaints. an owed debt is much better paid with your body. " smoke wafts from your lips, ichirou sucks in as quickly as it escaped; he'll never be finished with you, not as long as he is the butcher's son ( ... ) you will strip away all that he knows, until you have no shelter but mine. keeping him alive is a necessity, as well as its own curse; nathaniel had a way of bargaining, you have dropped bodies for far less than this. two investments, now, wrapped around your finger, as well as his own life ( ... ) 80% of his earnings paid off enough expenses on his part & all the damage his family has done. there are still loose ends, regardless of how much you pulled from him; it's not like you to entertain these kind of affairs, some things are better left where they started; you have plenty of secrets, too much to lose, the moriyama empire was the only thing worthy of saving. not him, NOR kevin day, OR your brother's plaything, jean moreau; you heard enough from tetsuji just how much damage riko had done ( ... ) you seen it first hand, he didn't deserve to share the same name as you.

#c; ichirou.#c; neil.#.neilirou #/ usfw

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