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The people who carried out the events on Saturday on London Bridge and Borough Market want to fracture our sense of community. Ignacio Echeverria acted selflessly and courageously that evening and he made a sacrifice most people would never make. His actions brought the skate community of London and the world together today and he demonstrated how we can stand up to people who are trying to instill fear in us. In doing this, he showed us that the love found within our community will outshine any atrocious act and tonight we met up at our local park to remember Ignacio and skate in his memory. Thank you to everyone who came down, gave respect and shredded the park. Here's a 21 trick salute for you. @ignacio_echeverria ❤️🙏👊🏻 #ignacioecheverría #ignacio #mem #21tricksalute @slavvitanov @markstanden85 #joesivell @danw3st #jimmy @lmont604 @legalisebeer #froby @sam_sitayeb_ #wodge @your_mums_pearl_necklace

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"Enamour me" for Froby ♥

We both know what’s going to happen here.

Enamor Me - a fluffy drabble characters trying to woo one another

Frey was nervous. After spending the afternoon trying to study, failing to study, and then pacing around the room, he now sat in the armchair he’d dragged to face the door with his leg bouncing and hands balled up in his lap. He was about to start pacing again when the door opened and Toby ducked through - not quite managing to completely avoid the door frame with his horns.

“Hey, bunny,” he smiled, though faltered as Frey leapt to his feet and scrambled to the desk, tossing aside a stack of papers. “Is, uh, is everything OK?”

“Hm? Yes, yes, it’s fine just… where is… ahah!” Frey spun on his heel, hands held behind his back, struggling to meet Toby’s eye as he crossed to him without blushing furiously. “Toby, I… well, the thing is…”

“Deep breath, bunny.”

“Toby,” the mage began again, thrusting his arm forwards so that his knuckled rested against Toby’s stomach. “This is for you.”

Toby looked down. He frowned, then raised his eyebrows, then frowned again. Clenched in Frey’s hand was nothing more than a bundle of ordinary grass, albeit neatly tied with a small bow. “Um… thank you?”

“You… you don’t like it?” Frey sounded like he was on the verge of tears.

“No, no, I do. Just… what is it for?” he asked, taking the ‘gift’.

It was Frey’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you just gave me some grass.”

“Yes, what’s your point?”

“It’s grass.”

“Don’t you know anything about flower symbology? The language of flowers?” 

“Frey, have you ever known me to know anything about plants at all?” The mage had to admit that Toby had a point. More often than not he had to remind him not to eat certain plants whilst they were on the road.

“I read a book once in the Circle about what flowers mean and it said grass is for, well, is for homosexual love and, you know, we’re both men so…” He was about to apologise when Toby kissed him thoroughly, leaving him flushed and breathless.

“Thank you, bunny. I love you too.”

The next morning, Frey awoke with Toby pressed against his back. He was warm and comfortable, with no desire to move. He blinked in the gentle light that tumbled through the window and saw the little bundle of grass in a small cup of water. He smiled, and twisted around in the circle of Toby’s arms to press a kiss to his sleeping lover’s forehead.

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Repost @mile_end_high_club ・・・ The people who carried out the events on Saturday on London Bridge and Borough Market want to fracture our sense of community. Ignacio Echeverria acted selflessly and courageously that evening and he made a sacrifice most people would never make. His actions brought the skate community of London and the world together today and he demonstrated how we can stand up to people who are trying to instill fear in us. In doing this, he showed us that the love found within our community will outshine any atrocious act and tonight we met up at our local park to remember Ignacio and skate in his memory. Thank you to everyone who came down, gave respect and shredded the park. Here's a 21 trick salute for you @ignacio_echeverria ❤️🙏👊🏻 #ignacioecheverría #ignacio #mem #21tricksalute @slavvitanov @markstanden85 #joesivell @danw3st #jimmy @lmont604 @legalisebeer #froby @sam_sitayeb_ #wodge @your_mums_pearl_necklace (at Mile end skate Park)

[jenkemmag]

REGULATE 003

Froby - Ph: Joe Buddle

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Some fluff for @melissaknowsthings.  A continuation of this

Frey chewed his lip as he looked down at the small bunch of wildflowers he’d picked that morning in his hands, roughly bound together with a strip of fabric from the fraying hem of his tunic. He frowned, not entirely sure if this was correct. Was gift-giving normally so nerve wracking? How did people manage it? Could you give gifts when you felt like it? Could you only give gifts to certain people? Toby had recently brought him a book and was shocked when Frey immediately set about trying to find something to repay him with and – after a somewhat sheepish admission from the mage in question – realised that Frey had never received a gift before.

Now, he sat on a rock in camp outside Toby’s tent, pondering the intricacies of gift-giving and making idle chat with Des. What if Toby didn’t like flowers? Worse, what if he was allergic? He didn’t have the skills to heal him if that happened. He was panicking, he realised with a sigh, dragging a hand through his hair and setting about picking at yet another loose thread on his tunic.

Eventually, Toby staggered from his tent, squinting in the light. “What time is it?” he grumbled, rubbing his eyes.

“Noon,” came the short response from Des, who was sat skinning a hare on the far side of the fire.

“Ah, shit. Hey, bunny,” Toby said, ruffling Frey’s curls as he passed him by. Frey had taken to tying it back, but today he was thankful that he could hide behind his hair.

“Hey,” he echoed quietly, quickly looking down again, trying to psyche himself up. Toby had made it look so easy to give him a present. Surely it couldn’t be so hard? After a strangled groan, he stood and crossed to where Toby sat on the grass, sunning himself in the break in the clouds. “I ah… Toby, you got me a book and…” he faltered, disarmed by that smile of his. “Well, you see, I have not ever… you see, I have… for you... I want to... for you…”

This clearly wasn’t working. Well, time for plan two: to panic and bolt. Frey threw the small bouquet at Toby, the bundle bouncing off his chest, and dived back into his tent. He dragged his blanket over his head and wished the ground could swallow him up.

“What the…” Toby murmured, looking down at the wildflowers in his lap.

“I think,” Des said, “you just got given flowers.”

“Yep. So it would seem.”

“Bunny, you still in here?” Toby said, poking his head into Frey’s tent. “Ah, there you are.” Well, there was at least a Frey-shaped lump under his blanket. Toby crouched and lay beside him, head propped up on his hand. “Bunny.” No answer. The damned mage was stubborn sometimes, or just too shy for his own good. “Frey,” he pressed, jabbing a finger into what he guessed would be his ribs.

“What?” came a grumbled response, to which Toby pulled the blanket off his head. Apparently, even Frey’s ears turned pink when he blushed.

“Thank you for the flowers.”

“You’re… you’re welcome,” Frey murmured, face still buried in his pillow. Toby reached out and smoothed the mage’s hair.

“I like them. You have good taste, by the way, they really suit me.” Frey looked up at that, frowning in confusion, though it was soon replaced by a smile. Toby had dismantled the bouquet and decorated his hair and horns with the flowers he’d been given. He was right. They suited him. “Thank you, bunny,” Toby added, pressing a kiss to Frey’s forehead.

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“What do we have here?” + Froby ♥

Toby was bored. He had been bored for far too long, hedecided. Frey had hidden himself away in his room as soon as they got in tostudy a book he had found whilst they were looting an abandoned estate that hadonce clearly belonged to some sort of noble. It wasn’t unusual for Frey tospend hours pouring over mouldy books and papers, and Toby had quickly learntto keep an eye out for any. Apparently, the mage just loved to read.

But today Toby was bored and Frey was being boring. The magehadn’t even come out of his room for a cup of tea. Just as Toby was about togive up completely and set about polishing his sword for the second time thatevening, he heard a thump from Frey’s room that sounded distinctly like askinny mage hitting the floor.

Moments later, he opened the door to find that Frey wasindeed on the floor. He was also wearing nothing but his smalls and had a gooddeal of narrow rope wrapped around himself.

“Well, what do we have here?” Toby asked, stifling a laughas Frey’s cheeks turned scarlet and he slammed a tattered book shut. He tried toscramble to his feet only to fall once more, caught by Toby and quickly setdown on the bed.

“This – uh – this isn’t at all what it looks like, I just –well, I thought I would try, not to say that I want to but you know, it’s goodto keep your options open and – uh – you see I just found it and – yeah…” Freyrambled, desperately trying to cover himself with a blanket but it was toolate; Toby had already seen the criss-cross of rope across his chest.

“Is this what you’ve been doing all evening?”

“Well, not all evening, I mean I was reading for a bit andthen I started to read that book I found this afternoon and it was… intriguingI guess and I’d tried some things in the Circle but this was a bit more – ah Idon’t know – intimate ooh no, exotic and-”

“Your rambling again, bunny,” Toby laughed, ruffling Frey’shair as the mage hide behind blonde curls before prying the book out of hishands. He made a strange sort of choking sound as he flipped through the pages,earning a groan from Frey as he fell to the side and pulled his blanket overhis head to hide the blush on his cheeks. The book was full of intricate andanatomically accurate (if sometimes a little generous) diagrams of sexpositions, and he recognised Frey’s scrawl next to a few. He came to a pagethat had the corner folded down, showing a series of knots and designs that hefigured Frey had been attempting.

He knew Frey enjoyed being restrained in bed, even if it wasjust holding his hands still, but perhaps he’d been angling after somethingmore… intense. Toby thought it over for a while before setting the book downbeside him and turning to lie on top of Frey, chuckling at the squeak from themage. He pulled the blanket off his head, planting a kiss on the back of hisneck and nuzzling at his hair line.

“You’re heavy…” Frey complained as he always did wheneverToby lay on him, but he found the warmth against his back comforting despitethe weight.

“You want to try it?” Toby asked, ignoring Frey’s complaintand instead nipping his ear. The mage squirmed and hid his face once more. “Idon’t mind. If it’s something you want to do all you have to do is ask,” headded in his best reassuring voice. Ah, there it was. Frey had nodded, even hisears red. “You want to try it now?” Another nod, and Toby’s hands found theirway inside the blanket, running along ropes and grazing against Frey’s skin.His thumb brushed Frey’s nipple and the mage wriggled in blanket with a softgroan. “So how about you stop hiding,” Toby prompted as a hand searched lower, “andlet me make you feel good?”

Flirty / Suggestive / NSFW Prompts

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Oh hey it’s some trash that I wrote of that very important day when Toby starts to find out about Frey’s kinks so it’s a little NSFW. Based on this post.

Frey had never been good at gambling, evidenced by the fact that all his coin now belonged to Toby and Des. How Toby had beaten him was a mystery, but he figured it probably had something to do with how close they had taken to sitting once other patrons of the inn had joined their game.

“You still owe 20 silvers,” Toby reminded him, arm hooked around the mage’s waist and gave him a reassuring squeeze.

“I, uh, don’t have that much,” Frey admitted quietly, leaning against Toby’s shoulder.

“You don’t?”

“No, you won everything off me already.”

“Well, you’ll have to make it up with something. We could arrange a spanking instead as punishment,” Toby laughed, ruffling Frey’s curls.

“Well… yes…” came the murmured reply. Toby froze for a moment, not entirely sure that he’d heard correctly. “I mean, I’d like that,” Frey added at his silence. That was that. Toby’s mind was made up.

“Excuse us, he’s not feeling well,” he announced a little too loudly as he hauled Frey to his feet and dragged him away up the stairs.

Toby had Frey bent over his knee and was learning exactly how his mage liked to be spanked. Little by little he increased the force of the slap, Frey’s vocalisations changing from frustrated groans to whimpering in pleasure. His skin turned red where Toby’s hand connected with him, and once he’d had enough he caught Toby’s wrist and reclaimed his breath.

“You alright?” Toby asked gently, stroking his fingers through Frey’s hair and massaging his cheeks.

“Yeah,” Frey nodded. He sounded dazed and a smile could be seen at the edge of his mouth. He stood carefully, tunic creased.

“So… was that good for you?”

“Yeah,” he nodded again, turning to face Toby to press a kiss to his lips. “Thanks.” He pulled the hem of his tunic down to cover himself as he felt his partner’s hands run up his thighs. Toby still found the patterns Frey decorated himself with odd – they seemed to stark against the white of his skin, and too angular for a man he’d come to realise was very gentle.

“Ah, seems it was,” Toby chuckled as he brushed Frey’s hands aside to reveal his half-hard cock, fingers trailing across the crest of his hip.

“I said I’d like it…” Frey answered lamely, though he shuddered at the touch and Toby pulled him down to meet his lips once more when he caught sight of the mage’s blush.

“I learn new things about you every day,” he grinned. “Anything else I should know?”

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Scruffy hopeless boyfriends who don’t believe in shirts.

Toby (left) belongs to @melissaknowsthings