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[dhanilyman]

Couldn’t Be Too Bad | Dhani & Joy

 [Text, to Joyce: On my way, Miss Joy. I’m looking forward to our week together.]

Dhani wasn’t entirely sure who she was or what she was like. The only interaction he’d had he barely remembered. He had been a bit drunk. But she had brought pie to that came night. Someone that brought pie for people they didn’t necessarily know couldn’t be too bad. He hoped.

He packed his carry on bag he had on the flight here for his things for the week. He was glad he decided to wash his clothes at Muireann’s house before leaving. He hadn’t even slept in his cell bed, just been brought to gather whatever else he might need and change out clothes before the guard brought him to Joy’s door.

Dhani took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

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[banbryce-blog]

     The bones said that Benjie would have a guest today that wasn't one of his students, so Benjie did his best to tidy up a little—he worked in organized chaos since he could find everything with a quick divnation but he tried to make an effort. His desk was neat, though he still had the leather thrown over the top of the work surface. There was a circle tooled into it with care, with several sigils around the outside edge. He'd managed to pile his papers and books accordingly in order of what he needed to sort.

The shelves were neat and organized and he'd even cleared the stack of boxes that was still living in one of the chairs and put them away.

All in all he'd done a good job, now he just had to kill time until his guest showed up. He was sat marking, occasionally rolling a die off his desk for Quoth to play fetch with.

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[dhanilyman]

📝 (LittleFox) Joy

Their first impression:  Holy shit this woman is amazing with pie.

Their current impression:  Still makes good pie. Very nice to be around.

What they like the most about your muse:  She’s kind and very hospitable.

What they dislike the most about your muse:  Nothing for now. Well... I wish she’d be in human form more often. She’s adorable as a fox but it’s hard to talk to her with animal instincts in the way.

What your muse is for them ( Friend, lover, rival ect.): Friend

A general opinion of their relationship: I hope to know her better

If applicable, something they wish to reveal:

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[leprofesseurdeloupgarou]

NotSoCleverFox✵Remy&Joy

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Joy couldn’t seem to not get herself in trouble. She had decided on a early morning walk throughout campus and she had stumbled upon a very dark room. A previously unoccupied office that now had someone in there unpacking causing her brow to furrow with confusion.

The small fox froze in curiosity and watched the man for a moment, watching him pull out something very shiny but a foreign object to Joy nonetheless. She watched him hang it on the wall and was just about to turn to keep walking when she heard him speak.

Crap… “I uhm… I w-wasn’t trying to lurk, sir. I’m sorry.” She murmured politely before biting her lip as he told her to come in. She didn’t have a class… but she was wary. From what she had gathered so far, he was irritated because of her lurking, he was hanging strange things on his wall, and he seemed very confident.

Slowly, Joy stepped inside and bit her lip. “I… I really am sorry. I was just… I was passing and then I saw and I stopped…” She rambled for a moment before biting her lip. Just shut up, Joy. She thought to herself. How hard can that be? Just keep quiet and don’t piss him off anymore.

The FrenchWolf inhaled her scent once more and found it delectable, he nearly salvated but settled for licking his lips. Her coy, nervious demeanor triggered something deep within Remy’s very being and he felt inexplicably draw to her.

He moved from the wall with the stealth of a skilled predator, a few strides across the room and he was on her. A large hand shot the back of her neck and came down with a slight slap. Split second later the tiny girl found herself chest to chest with the Professeur Of Pain. He stared down at her, his eyes intense, hynotic some would say, his jawline tense, lips pursed.

                                       “Unacceptable apology!”

He snapped at her, bite in his words meant o sting her feelings, give her a start. Hellbent on his depraved levels of lust and sin he guided her to the

               Le Mur Noir De La Douleur - The Black Wall Of Pain

In the very spot that the nipple clamps dangled from they assigned hook, glistening with delightful promise. “Ever had your nipples clamped?”  The huskiness of his voice would send a shivers down her spine but not before his hands came to her shirt, grabbing a hold of it with two hands, giving it a quick jerk and ripping her shirt apart, buttons flying everywhere. Her bralet was skillfully unhinged letting those perky, breasts spring free. Remy groaned out loud a hand moving to cup one breast in the palm of his hand.

“Ima teach you a lesson petit renard -little fox. A lesson in pain that will leave your panties wet.”