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meet SYBIL SERRETT, from HOUSE SERRETT, whom is known for being MANICURED & VIGILANT as well as DRAMATIC & JEAOUS. though important, these aren’t the only traits that define the SOLE SURVIVING SERRETT. ( hannah )
we got a raven — sybil serret has arrived. WELCOME, sole surviving serret. you now have 24 hours to decide if you will fight with us in the great war. thank you so much for joining us !!
meet ARYA STARK, from HOUSE STARK, whom is known for being TENACIOUS & LOYAL as well as SUSPICIOUS & CYNICAL. though important, these aren’t the only traits that define the YOUNGEST WOLF. ( hannah )
we got a raven — arya stark has arrived. WELCOME, youngest wolf. you now have 24 hours to decide if you will fight with us in the great war. thank you so much for joining us !!
‘ come and kiss me and let’s forget. ’
“That’s a really bad idea.”
Understatement. Jack–his voice, eyes, his very presence in the room–is quiet. It’s a rare thing to see the Strike Commander so subdued- and in the company of an official ‘enemy’ no less- but the uncertainty and risk of the situation they’re in has his entire persona thrown off-balance. Again. Because this isn’t the first time they’ve found themselves drawn to one another in the dark, is it?
“I want you to know something.” That dramatic blue coat is shucked from broad shoulders, draped over the back of a chair. Jack, his mind already made up, crosses to where he feels Akande’s presence–feels it with the tingling of the blue visor’s headset at his temple, the new sense still strange and uncomfortable.
Jack’s hand comes up to the back of Akande’s neck, pulls him in until their faces are so close their lips could brush-
“–if I find out you’re using me, I’m gonna be pissed. So, y’know, if you are–” The voice lightens in tone, but not in mood. “–now would be the time.”
The expectant silence that follows is a strong indicator that Jack is fully prepared for using him to be wholly the case. It would be the smart thing to do, after all. It’s probably what he’d do, if getting involved with anyone in the first place wasn’t something Jack actively avoided at all costs (which begs the question as to how this happened, but he’d rather not think about that, right now).
He's just going to gently brush ebony locks away with the tips of his fingers so he can press a slow, tender kiss to the nape of her neck.
countless of goosefeathers && ripples of satin hug her plump figure , memory foam dipping beneath her weight and holding her within a presenter`s pillow . an object to treasure , almost a doll on display . it had been years since she`s received a proper night`s sleep ; all due to the constant tossing && TURNING of an anxiety riddled mind , the whispers of screaming voices pounding in her ears . how many nights has it been since she`s woken up screaming on this very bed ? too many it seemed . she still remembers the FRANTIC reaction of a lover , the one who seemed to treasure her more than she did the moon . he came rushing to her side , ( more than twice a night , some nights , ) but this night , he took his time to linger at the sight of her .
from the beams of sunshine peaking through closed curtains , his smile was breathtaking . a prize of his own , a precious treasure he has done his best to protect after all this time . the trouble is worthwhile ; he seemed to muse . the world would collapse between his fingertips if it would mean keeping her safe . after all ; how could he imagine not coming to his room and seeing such a sight . milky tones , chest RISING from steady breaths as the hints of a smile tugged on her lips . OH HOW SHE WAS AT PEACE–––– it was a sight he could take in for days .
YET , the morn steadily approached and escaped the eve before . a new dawn approached and his beloved needed to awaken && embrace the new day . large steps approached mutely , socks only a gentle thud against the ground . the tank top against his chest tugged and gave , molding to his shape as he sat against the edge of a satin ocean . her head propped slight with pillows , back turned to face him curved slight . fetal ; just how he slept with her . her body fit against his as a puzzle , a perfect size for him to hold during their nights sleep . it TEMPTED him , the desire to lie beside her and escape the duties of the day , but he resisted .
a smile , does he lean forward towards his angel . her skin radiates with a frost he knows lies within her , but the beating of his own heart resounded within his ears–––– she was perfect . plum lips parted slightly , hair gone askew && cascaded down her shoulders . she even wore one of his shirts to bed , it seemed , tight around her bust and yet loose around her thighs , trailing down close to her knees . she had such a tendency to wear baggy pants and a large sweater to bed , maybe this would be preferable from now on once he suggested it ? either way , his actions are saccharine , caressing against the exposed skin && locks of earth he can reach .
with a CAREFUL touch , as if to not abruptly wake her , he moves aside the hair covering the nape of her neck and leans forward . his torso alone overshadowed her , looming over her with a radiating affection . his lips , still warmed by a fresh cup of coffee , parts to breathe against the skin and then presses together to leave a tender kiss against the skin . almost picturesque , a composition on the move . the kiss stirs her . she turns onto her back slowly . ( not without a YAWN dancing on her lips . )
he braces a hand on the opposite side of her , her back now pressed against the satin && her locks splayed against the pillow behind her head . a beautiful scene–––– locks branched out , SWEETENED chocolate gaze peering up to his as her lashes fluttered so . she looked so hazed over with sleep , but the sight of him and their eyes locking together made her BEAM . oh how she brightened the day , she shined more than the sun and the stars . his free hand , not holding his weight with relative ease , ventures towards her cheeks && cups it with care . A LOVING MOVE . his precious snowflake .
she leans into his touch and hums , her own two hands lifting up to cup his cheeks with the same tenderness . ❛ ah–––– good morning . ❜ she felt rested , but desired to stay wrapped in the touch of satin && the cloud of his scent against the fabrics of his bed . ❛ i`m sorry if i slept too long , its so COMFORTABLE here . ❜ she mused , hands idle against his features . what a sight to awaken to ; she almost couldn`t BELIEVE this was no longer the dreams she imagined , but the reality of something now so tangible .
*✲ﾟ* ❄ ––– touch her ( @crownedpride )
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// he Has to he wants that robot in his bed always
he works very hard and he deserves to come home to his robot boyfriend dtf
crownedpride replied to your post “Akande: Did you bring me a present? Zenyatta, removing his pants: ”
// G O O D !! !!! !!!!!!
he knows exactly what he’s doing when he says those words !!! he’s seducing a robot !!!
Hands on or near Hips: I feel possessive of you.
were affirmations a necessity ?
their steps were nearly in sync , he held his chin up high while her arm kept wrapped around the sleek prosthesis . she clung , a child in an UNKNOWN place , but also so surrounded by strangers she only heard from others . stories of villains she barely knew . each walking person , living with blood through their veins or oil between their servos , was an embodiment of fairy tales she heard growing through the ranks of overwatch . each a tale that occurred not on her watch or through the nine years of beauty sleep . an event of sorts , almost a MEETING with powerful minds . while she had some clout in this world , they were here for him .
even so , she had no true purpose for being here ; but there was no leaving his sight , oh dear no . he made her a promise ; she would not be hurt while he is alive on his own two feet . which easily meant bringing her along to events . he seemed not to mind , she noticed . her gaze often trailed up to him , a softened mocha glance and she was lovestruck again . all over again ; just by the tot of his jaw , the slight smirk playing at the ends of his lips . he heavy of his brow only made him smug . who else had the gal to walk in with an arm candy such as her ?
however , if asking her ; she would be the one to QUICKLY claim him as the arm candy .
he was entirely strong , intelligent , && good - looking , it was a DEADLY combination .
no matter who was gloating over whom , he proudly kept her by his side && even introduced her to those in attendance . at least , those who seemed to matter . at first , he would let others approach vivaciously at the couple . it always made her nervous && her arm just tighten around his , but after the sixth introduction , she was more comfortable just STANDING beside him . she would be okay , he reassured her enough with a hand against her cheek , a kiss to the crown atop her head , && even gentle caresses against any exposed skin of her outfit . she felt safe .
yes , even as one of the foreign leaders grasped her hand with a mechanic grip , ( his accent was french , she believed , ) and then pressed a kiss to the skin on the back of her hand . oh how she FLUSHED , cheeks red . not just by the bout of newfound affection from a stranger , but from the OH SO familiar grasp at her hip . one of his arms snaked around the back , akande letting his grip speak the words for him ; mine .
*✲ﾟ* ❄ ––– mute && TACTILE AFFECTION ( @crownedpride )
