#ayakoito

[cicero-the-assassin]

@ayakoito

Continued from here.

“What? Your opinion of me?” Keeping her gaze fixed on him, Aya took a step toward him. Almost threateningly. “Your reserve, because you're constantly thinking about what to do with me next? The way you pretend you don't care who I am, what I do, or how I am looking at you?” A fingertip rested gently against his sternum, light as a feather. “How you catch yourself forming unrestrained thoughts every time you see me?” She breathed it towards him like a curse she was placing on him. “Or do you mean that literally? Smashing everything to smithereens because you can't stand how I manage to drive you crazy like that? Huh? Say it, bitch boy~”

He wasn't expecting her mouthing off at all, not in the slightest. And what exactly provoked it was a bit of a mystery to him. She was makin' eyes at him and he just wanted to tease her.

Lucio's form doesn't move away. Not when she steps up to him and not when her fingertip pokes him in the chest.

Her words are harsh. Observant in ways neither them were willing to admit. They cut harshly, like the cold blade of a knife. His lips part in a grimace, his teeth bared as a threat. Mostly- because she was right.

And he'd never been more angry about how turned on he was hearing her words.

His hand suddenly reaches up and clutches her jaw. His fingers firm enough to almost hurt. Ayako cannot physically harm him in nearly any way that matters. But he'll be damned if he let her talk to him that way.

"Fuck you," He spits, his cheeks very apparently flushed with a bloody hue, "I'm not your bitch- I'll fucking eat you. I'll shred you and drink your marrow from your bones."

His words are snarled, his eyes threatening a glow and yet, yet she can feel his boner against her leg. Can feel his breath in her face. Can see the way his wild eyes keep glancing to her lips.

[pyrokineticwarrior]

⚔︎ sword practice in the dusk ⚔︎ [devendra/ayako]

The clang of steel echoed through the training yard, sharp against the hush of early evening. Devendra moved in practiced arcs, blade slicing through air with purposeful weight. Each swing was measured, controlled, less about power, more about rhythm, discipline, breath. His shirt clung to his back, damp with sweat, and the courtyard stones beneath his boots bore the scuff marks of an hour’s worth of repetition.

He paused between sets, exhaling hard through his nose as he lowered the sword tip to the ground. The sky was bleeding into dusk, and the quiet that settled didn’t feel empty, it felt watched.

Without turning, he spoke to the air just beyond the edge of the stone wall.

“I can hear your steps, you know. You always think you’re quieter than you are.” A hint of amusement colored his voice, though it didn't reach his eyes. He lifted the sword again and resumed his form, speaking between movements. “You here to correct my stance or judge it?”

@ayakoito

[ravenline]

📜

Kyran ⁍ Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

Ayako ⁍ I think you mean cards.

Kyran, pulling knives out of their sleeves ⁍ No, I do not.

[darkhearthorns]

[ kneel ] sender hooks a finger under receiver’s chin and commands them to kneel

His breath hitched just slightly. Not from hesitation, but from the thrill of submission not often granted, and never demanded without earning it. For a moment, Maverick searched Aya's eyes, emerald fire meeting whatever delicious storm brewed behind hers. Then, slowly, like a king shedding his crown for the one person he’d surrender to, Maverick smiled.

“As you command.” His voice was a murmur, and he sank to his knees before her. The fall was graceful, fluid, deliberate in its quiet surrender. He looked up at her, hands resting lightly on his thighs. “I’ve never looked better from down here,” he said, voice husky with amusement and something darker. “What now, Miss Aya? Or do I have to guess what you’ll do with a man at your mercy?”

@ayakoito

[hydrasslutbin]

Mr.Long Will See You Now.

@ayakoito

His background alone would've made him the absolute top of the food chain in terms of assassins and information brokers. He sat in his office in Midtown Manhattan. He had enough money to secure and outright buy an office space in that poshest of posh areas to meet his clients. The eyewatering and sober realization that life wasn't fair echoed true. Jason Krieger Long had a simple rule for his requests for his services. Keep illegal requests from the public and keep private requests private. He had let this rule be known and enforced with some hotshot mob leader was found dead not too far off from where his office was, with the police silently calling it a crime hit and leaving it at that. All to show that he could. He looked at his assistant and then the email sent on their encrypted systems. "Lexi, ya betta 'ave a damn good fuckin' reason for wastin' my time. For 'er offer I wouldn't even wipe my ass in th' mornin wit' this." he said as he held a stack of printed paper as more was still forming. His Executive Assistant stated, "You'll see in do time, sir." And before Jason could retort, he did. He saw the face of a girl he hadn't seen in so long. He had said, Arrange a meet, A.S.A.P.," he said, leaning into his ergonomic office chair. Deep purple suit in the jacket, vest, and slacks, but black on the accents and inside, such as his authentic suspenders. He waits in his office as his staff rescheduled him for this.

[lunaticlockwood]

Are you intending to meet up with Aya any time soon?

"Sure. Where do you think's a good place to pop up on her? Think she likes surprises?"

@ayakoito

[bewitchingbaker]

Aya

[you and me both anon. You and me both! Especially with them being so flirty and comfy in the others bed, but both unsure how the other feels. I think it’s also cool that they’re both so ok with the others job. I have so many idea about them that I still need to write!]

@ayakoito

[wehavefoundthestars]

starter for @ayakoito

Moving was stressful and exhausting. He didn't even want to think about the fact that he would need to unpack later. At least the new apartment that he rented looked clean. The view from the big windows was pretty as well. The moving company had helped him with his big pieces of furniture but he had opted to do the rest by himself, which might have been a mistake. Elio had just picked up one of the heavier boxes downstairs to carry it upwards when he bumped into someone and it nearly slipped out of his hands. "Oh, I'm so sorry I didn't see you there!" He said while peering over the big box towards the woman. "My apologies."