#charmednoir

[mysteryoflovc]

The airs practically damp and smells like the nastiest bud but at least the music's been good as fuck. And he's got his hands on Magna's hips sliding everywhere he can grasp. Their skins practically shimmering in the strobe lights as they sweat against one another. Their hips perfectly slotted together in a way that drives Ben crazy cause no one else has ever made him feel this way. Somewhere deep down he doesn't think anyone else ever will. It feels like they're the only two people in this club how perfectly their bodies move like they were made just for each other.

Finally it's fucking too much and he wants to shove Magna to his knees in the middle of the dancefloor for all those prying eyes. He knows they look good together why not show em what they'll never get to have? The distance between them is too much as they finally get outside and the warm breeze makes Ben shiver.

"Nah I wasn't doing that." Ben disagrees as a smirk spreads across his mouth. He's on his back as he glances up at Magna; the other's always been so magnetic that he can't look anywhere else. "You wore these tiny little shorts..." Ben slips his hand right into the waist of his shorts and squeezes at his ass. "Like you wanted me to fuck you right there in front of everyone." There's amusement in his heady, half lidded gaze as he gropes the other shamelessly fingers slipping down to rub his finger over his hole. Ben groans as he resists the urge to slip his finger inside. The kiss is sloppy and wet and Ben can't resist slipping his tongue in to lick across his teeth. "You want people to see me fuckin' your throat baby?" @charmednoir from here

[rennisaturate]

" sorry, i'm not trying to like, bug you i swear, " she felt pathetic, knowing she really shouldn't. she hadn't left her sweater there on purpose, but all the same it felt so embarrassing to be standing there at his door. " i forgot my sweater... 's all... " || @charmednoir

[deathrcll]

➙ for @charmednoir based off of x featuring ksyre howard.

" man, i don't even want to talk about this one. " head leaned back against the cool steel of the elevator, the dried sweat and regret feeling like they were both permeating his skin in equal measure. there weren't many hookups that he filed away as do not call, do not repeat often but this one ... once he'd managed to sneak out without them noticing, it was an immediate block. clingy already, too many endearments, feeling too much like he'd stepped into a trap and that he was about to get caught up in a picket fence with three and a half kids if he'd stayed a second longer. " hopefully your night was better. "

[bcrrycakes]

CLOSED FOR @charmednoir / cont. from here

DAMI CASTS A HALF-GRIN IN PARKER'S DIRECTION, knows exactly what he's doing as he says, "have you considered they maybe just don't like your cooking?" they're fighting words ⏤ he knows it ⏤ but if everything's directed at him then parker isn't caught up in his head. it's worth it. anything for parker will always be worth it. "i guess i can settle for all of the above," dami raises one of his hands off the wheel as though he's conceding, "i didn't say anything about not drinking, i just said we're not drowning feelings in booze." they had a beach house for three days, though. dami could think of plenty to do that didn't involve drinking ⏤ but he also wasn't in parker's shoes. the question catches him off guard, though, and for a moment he doesn't really know how to answer. "i don't know, man," he shrugs, thinks it over for another moment, "it's like it's own kind of grief, you know? grieving what you had, the future you thought you were going to have."

[loveshard]

continued from blaise's open starter (@charmednoir)

"Decorated?" Blaise exhaled through his nose, a sound of pure distaste. "I'm not a holiday biscuit, darling," he stated, but made no move to cover the marks with the silk robe draped over his shoulders. He lingered in place and turned back around in the mirror, eyes narrowed. It was almost artistic, he had to admit, though the implication that he was anything other than immaculate was in poor taste. After all, the skin on his neck belonged to him, not to any cheap magic trick. He smiled inwardly at the reflection, then followed the path of the mage's handiwork. Pressing a cool palm to the worst of the bruises, still pulsing with the afterburn of residual magic, he allowed himself a moment of grudging admiration. There were worse fates than being a temporary canvas, Blaise supposed. The color would fade by the time he reached the gallery, but for now, the pattern belonged exclusively to him. "Don't take this as an invitation to repeat yourself," he warned, the robe sliding off his shoulders, pooling at his elbows as he reached for his cigarette case from the nightstand. Most mornings, he barely bothered with cigarettes; today, he needed the nicotine. "Or did you plan on putting me in the ground before breakfast?" he asked while shaking a single slim cigarette free from the monogrammed container and sliding it between his lips.

[forfoxsake]

closed starter for @charmednoir

Patience, Ash had to remind himself, was a virtue. Or at least that was something his mother loved to repeat when he was a child, and he wanted to show her a new flip or spell he learned. It was all about patience when he wanted something, but when she wanted him to clean his room, his mother didn't know her. Patience was something he was excising now as he ducked into the nearest alley, taking a moment to catch his breath as the demon caught up with him.

Why do witches call them that? Demon. They look perfectly human. A little less polite than the normal humans, sure, with how they chased you down the streets. But… that's part of life. Humans are pretty impolite at times, too. When the 'demon' rushes into the alleyway, Ash's first two tails slam his arms down. A third tail catches its chin as it starts to rise, forcing it onto its back. The next two tails come down hard on it: one in the ribs, the other on the side of the neck. The creature makes an ugly choking noise and tries to roll sideways, only to be driven down again as the fifth tail cracks across its chest with the full brunt of Ash's swing.

There is an ugly squishing, cracking noise as it lays there for a second, stunned. When it begins to try to rise again, Ash swings again. Two tails hit in a pincer on its neck. As Ash brings them back to ready positions, a shower of fire bursts up between them, the creature's death scream vanishing with its body in the smoke.

With a sigh, Ash relaxes, letting himself lean back onto the wall. A tail bracing himself, he slowly slides down into a half-squat. Fingers gently poke at the wound over the left eye, where the demon had gotten a good slash on him. It isn't terrible, so it should heal fine. With another sigh, he finally looks to Phineas. "Well, that was a lovely way to ruin dinner. Back to my place for drinks then, or did you want to take a chance with your brothers trying to vanquish me again?" Ash made an irritated face. "Like that's ever going to work. You'd think they would know by now that I'm not some fox demon corrupting their precious baby brother."

At least they hadn't been too rude about it last week when he had been over at their place. Apparently, he had gotten some of them to warm up to him, since the whole 'corrupting the innocent witch' accusation hadn't been made since they first met. That was a win at least.

Speaking of that witch. "How badly are you hurt? It looked pretty nasty there. Did he scratch you?" Ash eyed Phineas as he stood up again and started walking toward him. "Not that I'm saying you can't handle yourself. It looked pretty good how you handled that book." Ash tried a smile, wincing a little as the skin over his wound pulled.

[xringwork]

@charmednoir

Confrontation wasn’t anything new to Dominic. It was a fact of life, and he would get bored way too quick if everything was smooth and easy. So when a friend needed him to be a bouncer for the night, he figured it couldn’t hurt. Get paid to kick out assholes? That was pretty easy money if you had to ask him. “Your place is attracting jerks like moths or something. I’m already up five already. Don’t be surprised if I set the record by the end of the night.”

[etxrnaleclipse]

Cont. from @charmednoir || Pedro and Pierce (x)

Pedro didn't want to make it out that his feelings were somehow more important, but he couldn't deny the way he felt as though he had whiplash. "I understand... I just don't know where I stand with you. I can't handle the lack of clarity."