Night Fighter
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Night Fighter
The aro flag but its directly color picked from docm77
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the true relationship between beta and author @graciebirdie
Ik I just made a post calling myself a weeb for wearing tasteful ghibli merch in public but I need to emphasize that ghibli movies do not count as weeb shit they're too classy for that
Hound is bent over the pool table, eyes fixated onto the last ball. In the corner of his eye, he saw the faint, golden glitter of the accessories his company for the night (and all the other nights to come) wore. Once it had been sunk and the game over, he turned to her with a small smirk and a tilt of his head. Claws gently curled around a wrist, bringing the tall glass of wine she was having to his own lips, before humming. "I think we should... Go somewhere more private..." Fingers traced from glass to skin, along mate's arm, until they tantalisingly scratched over the column of her neck, encouraging it to incline so that he could lay claim to the area with his mouth. "Somewhere where... It'll be only my eyes upon you..."
--- It had been a night on the town, so to speak, though they had foregone all the high class establishments for a little casual fun. Changing things up is what made it fresh after hundreds of years, lest relationships get stale. The dive bar was on the classier side of things, but by no means was it upscale and Rashida was content with that, holding glass of wine to her lips while husband and she played a game of pool. Her aim was quite as good as his, but she couldn’t exactly complain as he bent down to eye the ball.
--- Emeralds trailed alone lean figure, the casual red and black flannel and dark pants to the curve of his ass. Mm, those pants sure hugged him just right. A fanged smirk curled at her lips, shift causing the accessories along her body to jingle and glitter. She’d already made her attempts to sink the eight ball and failed, so it was only a matter of time before his victory; wine was an indulgence until then. Wrist was tugged, pulling the drink to his lips and finishing it off before she chuckled.
--- Her own outfit was similar. Tight dark jeans and a black blouse accented by gold peeking through in spots- plenty of stares had fallen over the both of them while in the bar, so his statement about going somewhere more private wasn’t entirely farfetched. The heat from pads of his fingers made her shiver and purr as they traced up bronze skin, feeling dark claws at her throat. Gentle pressure had her head tipping back, offering the expanse of marking as he saw fit.
--- ‘ Mmm...you jealous, puppy? No one has even talked to me, yet. ‘ she teased, spine arching slightly until ample chest was pressed into his own, palms sliding from his abdomen down to his belt loops, giving them a tug so that they were flush as she grinned and pressed a kiss to his jaw. ‘ What would you be looking at in private, hm? ‘
Everything in my room is red because of these neon lips I have
She's sassy