#ancgnorisis

[dirtyauthority]

closed starter for @ancgnorisis

sage let out a quiet huff, sitting inside some old, dusty autoshop while her car was being fixed...or at least, supposed to be. she’d been trying to get ahold of her boyfriend for nearly two hours now. calls, texts, dm’s -- nothing. she’d even ridden back in the tow truck once it became clear no one was coming to pick her up. what the hell, luca? she thought, ringing him again with no answer. there was still no sign her car would be ready anytime soon, the mechanics hovering like they were guessing more than fixing, and it was freezing inside, goosebumps crawling up her skin as she sat in that small, creaky chair. she was starving too, hadn’t eaten in hours, and between the cold, the hunger, and the frustration building in her chest, sage was right at her limit, not sure what else to do anymore. at some point, she gave up pretending she had a better option. it was a shot in the dark, but she pulled up his contact anyway. tony. “hi, um --” her voice trailed off the second he picked up, suddenly nervous, a little embarrassed creeping in like she might actually regret this. “i’m so sorry, i know i probably seem crazy calling you like this, it’s just…” she hesitated, wondering if she should hang up before she made it worse, but she pushed through it anyway. “have you heard from luca?” she asked, softer now, almost careful. “my car broke down on the highway and i’ve just been stuck at this creepy auto shop for hours. i know you probably have a million better things to do, but… any chance i can convince you for a ride home?” she was already expecting a no, something polite and dismissive, something that would leave her right back where she started but he agreed, easily, and somehow sounded more present than her own boyfriend had all day. damn… since when did tony sound so hot over the phone? never mind. she couldn't think about that right now. or at all. when she saw him pull in, she let out a loud sigh of relief she didn’t even bother hiding, slipping out of the shop and into his car like she’d been waiting on that moment for hours. “thank you for rescuing me,” she said, trying to keep it playful, even if there was still a little exhaustion clinging to her voice. “sorry i threw you into the middle of my chaotic day.” she leaned back into the seat, finally letting herself relax for a second before the frustration crept back in, her brows furrowing together without much effort. “your brother has seriously been pissing me off all day,” she admitted, shaking her head lightly. “still hasn’t even gotten back to me.”

[slashcrz]

@ancgnorisis sent -> ❝ you’re dating him, he’s out of town, and you’re fucking me and we haven’t made plans. ❞

ask memes are open && desired!!

" careful, babes. you're starting to sound jealous. " it was a light teasing, carmen's giggle softening the accusation as wanton desire narrowed her eyes, lust filling her mocha hues. the observation was awarded love attention, phone in hand forgotten as carmen set it aside with a slight jingle of the charms and beads dangling from it as it hit the table face down. she tapped her lips, leaning back in the chair with a deep set smirk. " when you say.... plans... "

her tone had turned sultry, standing from her kitchen stool to begin a slow, deliberate sashay to love. best friends, fuck buddies, soul mates, whatever. it didn't take much to distract carmen with the promise of affection. " i hope you mean the kind where we stay in for hours and take off all our clothes and play sleep overs. " she was purring now, greedy hands outstretching for love's waist to yank her in against her, a kiss placed playfully to love's forehead for good measure. " it's been almost a week i had you coming all over my lips, and you're back for more so soon? "

[feilien]

{♚ x @ancgnorisis || Rogue x}

 Apparently, there was a problem Long Zhi needed to take care of. That was the gist of what he'd been told, at least. When he'd asked for more information, the only thing they could tell him was that someone had ended up at one of their parties and had witnessed something they shouldn't have. What exactly that something was, no one seemed to be able to really tell him. Which, honestly? Kind of pissed him off. Like... How are you going to call for the last line of defense without properly investigating and considering other options first? 

 So by the time he walked into the club, he was already irritated and hot. A state that hadn't changed by the time he'd made his way to the VIP room they were in. Closing the door behind himself, Long Zhi took a couple of seconds to take in the scene; the clan members standing around, some of them still actively drinking and having a good time, while someone else—someone he didn't recognize— was haphazardly tied to a chair. There was also a heap of a person laying in the corner, unmoving and—Long Zhi assumed—most likely no longer breathing, either. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself, then nodded towards the woman tied to the chair. "I assume that's who I'm here for?"

 Apparently some of them only now registered who had entered the room, and the silence was nearly instant. Some nervous glances were exchanged, before someone finally spoke up and explained what exactly had happened. They'd been partying, having fun. Then an argument had broken out between one of the clan members and some out of town visitor that had escalated. A knife had been drawn and... well, the result was in the corner. She had seen the whole thing, so they'd called him to take care of it. 

 Or, in other words, to clean up their fucking mess they apparently couldn't clean up themselves. They already had one lifeless body in the room, what difference did a second one make?

 Not that he said that out loud, of course. Walking up to the chair, he undid the ties and grabbed her by the arm to make her stand up. "Come on." It took only a couple of steps for Long Zhi to realize that she was absolutely shitfaced. Something that might just work in her favor. He led her out of the room and down the hallway, before stopping and opening the door to a different VIP room. He stuck his head inside, then nudged her inside and followed shortly after, closing and locking the door behind them. "How much have you had to drink?"

[monstyrigone]

-> @ancgnorisis ♥

"all my little skirts and dresses... my sweaters and the sales i was going to swoop in and devour... all for naught. all lost." they're being dramatic. hormone changes, probably. "whatever happened to men dressing fancy? all i can find in my size now is coveralls." and, a feigned gag.

[dirtyauthority]

[ TXT ] : ur too good for me anyway (kj & love)

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝕯IAL TONE …  based on drunk texts

────────── @ancgnorisis / kj & love

KJ : what? no. you can't actually think that right? KJ : love, that's ridiculous. i think that you're everything KJ : you're funny. you're smart. you're intuitive. you're beautiful as hell. KJ : i could never be too good for you. i'm lucky to even know you. or share any part of my world with you. KJ : don't ever say things like that. it's simply not true.

[monstyrigone]

@ancgnorisis sent : you look so fucking good down there. (rogue for pen)

the way that tiffany gaze flicks up to meet hers, that his thumbs press a little deeper into the softs of her inner thighs where they have settled after pushing the leather of her skirt up, says enough. of course he looks good between her legs, where he belongs. his brows tighten and knit, tongue pushing deeper into her cunt before retracting to turn its attention to her clit.

pentele lingers in that limbo space where his good dog and prey drive instincts cannot decide which is more important, or which should be in control, and so he falls squarely in the position of glaring up at her, biting at her inner thigh after pulling his mouth from her core, only to dive back in immediately afterward.

he's on his knees - as he should be - with them spread on the black glitter tiles of the club's floor so he can be better aligned with her as she leans back against the wall near the dj's booth, the place empty aside from them and silent save for the way he feasts, loud and growling against her flesh with every slurp and suckle.

[monstyrigone]

@ancgnorisis sent : [ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop" (wyr)

oh fuck.

the words slip and slide through the grooves in his brain, but it's the most coherent thought he has, even as she offers him the praise that coaxes him into more.

his too-big body is crooked over hers, one hand at either side of hers there on the bed where fingers curl tightly into the silk sheets and claws threaten to destroy the fabric, and he's practically stupid with how the instinct of seven men has taken over his nature.

hips buck, stuffing too much of that far too large cock deeper and deeper into maggie from behind, and every little praise she offers disconnects him even further.

really, it's only that same sort of instinct that has him suddenly backing off when the crunching feeling in his abdomen reaches a certain point, his cock slipping out of her warmth only to be taken into metal grasp before it's even fully out.

rapid pumps are given, his back still arced over her, until her skin is splattered, inked with the product of all her hard work and instruction.

[monstyrigone]

@ancgnorisis sent : “you ruin me, and i still crawl back.” (vincent)

he does not even turn from where he is watching his own fingers work, slipping silk fabric in between itself to unform the knot of his forest green tie, cigarette dangling from his lips despite it being unlit. he does not bother looking at her through the reflection; he knows how pathetic she looks. how disheveled, how desperate not only for attention, but for him specifically.

because unlike others, he does not lie about what he will give her, nor what he expects out of her.

he pulls, and the green silk slides out from under his collar, slowly unbuttoned to expose the edges of his collar bones and the sparsely disbursed dark hairs beneath them.

"you say this, and yet, you are not on your hands and knees, as expected of you."

only now do those icy eyes shift to meet hers through the mirror, briefly, before he turns not towards her, but to hang his suit jacket and tie on the nearby coat rack.