#lacr1mxsa

[davidkarofskyindie]

lacr1mxsa (Finn/Hunter)

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Finn grinned as he clung tightly to Hunter, holding the muscular god firmly against his chest as he slipped a finger deep inside that tight little ass that he couldn’t get enough of. His head turned a little to press a wicked, lustful kiss against the man’s ear as he whispered, “How the hell are you so tight?” in the most lustful tone, pushing his digit in as deep as he could just exploring that perfect entrance. He let out a low lustful growl while gently rocking up to grind sensually against the man “Does having a tight ass just come naturally with being the hottest guy around? Or it is just another thing that’s so fucking amazing about you?” he growled, emphasising every word with a firm thrust of his spit-slicked digit that was buried deep in the tight perfect warmth of Hunter’s hole that he had quickly become obsessed with. The more he felt it, the more incredibly needy he got and the harder he felt himself growing against that powerful thigh.

[davidkarofskyindie]

lacr1mxsa (Finn/Hunter)

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Finn was seeing red almost the entire drive up to Dalton, just picturing in his mind everything Kurt had told him about some annoying guy who was constantly making moves on Blaine and making his little brother feel awful. He hadn’t caught the guy's name, just got a description of a decently tall, dark-haired, annoyingly handsome man who was a big deal in The Warblers. There surely couldn’t be that many of those around Dalton so, without warning anyone, he’d just made the choice to head on up there. He went to the legendary school and headed in, walking around until he saw the little map of the building. It was large enough that anyone could easily get lose in a place like that, it seemed like there were more rooms than there were people but he managed to find the one labelled ‘Warblers” and headed there. He kept his eyes peeled as he headed there and upon opening the door, all he could see was a man who could only be described with the phrase “Annoyingly handsome” with dark hair and only a few inches shorter than Finn. With confidence that he had stumbled upon the man, he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him “So, I hear you’ve been making moves on my brother’s boyfriend” he said with authority “What part of ‘he's taken’ do you not get?”

[etxrnaleclipse]

Cont. from @lacr1mxsa || Felipe and Sasha (x)

He watched the man with curiosity, wondering how it might be processing in his mind. It was one thing that he had learned over his many years of non-life; humans were fascinating creatures. They never reacted predictably to situations, and it was what drew the demon in.

"Well then, I'm pleased to hear it." Felipe chuckled, the glass on the table but his fingers wrapped around it protectively. There was something about this man that made him feel a little on edge. Given the history he had with this vessel, he would have expected more of a reaction than this, and that left him with his guard up. Searching the mind within, he located the man's name and what little hazy memories he could dig up. "Ah, Sasha, you should know better than to call out a man for looking tired. It's just a touch rude." His eyes fell to the beads on the table, twitching slightly as he felt the taunt that they brought. That was enough indication that this man wasn't just striking up innocent conversation, but he kept his reaction minimal. "Can't say I have. I trust she's doing well, of course."

[reigningtides]

Must Be Fate

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Morgan Mercer should have been used to a constant state of being tired, an erratic sleep schedule, and guzzling coffee like his life depended on it but even after the Witch Trials began, he couldn't get out of survival mode to actually relax. As the Hydrokinetic Witchlock got used to living between the magic and non-magical world, now there was this reality where thanks to politicians and the discovery of magic, he had to or rather desired to disappear. He hadn't been blessed with siblings or a lineage of family that he could turn to. Yet he hoped someday in all this darkness that he maybe could find a coven, a family that he could protect and one that would protect him. By 'day' Morgan was a therapist and part-time photographer. He waited somewhat impatiently in line at the coffee shop his daring blue eyes gazing up at the clock behind his glasses and one of his legs appeared restless as he stood. He overslept *again* and didn't want to be late for his first client. He'd had too many recent incidents of cancelling his appointments thanks to demons and his precog ability. His chest felt a sigh of relief come on as it was finally his turn when someone cut him in line. Morgan's eyes went wide at first and he clenched his fists at his side before lightly tapping the other on the shoulders. "Hey...you saw me waiting here, right?"

[accidentallymagic]

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"You have expensive taste. Most guys would be too prideful to ask for something so extravagant." Keos bit back a smile, though his resolve soon crumbled. He could never say no to the other man, "Go ahead. You can get it." He held out his credit card, "As long as you promise it'll make you smile."

[etxrnaleclipse]

Right Place, Right Time @lacr1mxsa said: “ you must’ve really pissed those guys off, huh? ” (from Lochlan to Iain)

"Save the lectures." Iain sank into the passenger seat of the car that he had all but thrown himself into, relieved that the other man had appeared, but somewhat reluctant to admit that he had needed help. "Just a little friendly misunderstanding. Nothing more, alright? -the hell were you doing in this part of town, anyway?"

[etxrnaleclipse]

Cont. from @lacr1mxsa || Quinn and Cawil (x)

"Is that so?" Quinn was curious as to why his father had taken it upon himself to hire someone to work on his campaign. Frankly, it offended him, as it made him feel as though the older man did not think him capable of doing his own work. Either that or he was trying to influence things from the sidelines, and neither option sat well with him. But he followed Wil into the office and shut the door behind them, folding his arms across his chest while studying the other man closely.

"And do you think that he's right? Getting himself involved in my campaign like this? Because I'd hazard a guess that he has certain expectations of you on what you can produce for me, and I'm not sure that his idea of good aligns with mine..."

[etxrnaleclipse]

Cont. from @lacr1mxsa || Danny and Micah (x)

A smirk took over Danny's lips as he heard the response, saw the frustration in Micah's eyes. Was he enjoying the other man's annoyance? Perhaps a little. That was what he did, though, and he was good at it. "Hey now, it ain't my fault that it was completely different to what we planned for. As much as I'd love to be perfect, I know I fall just a tad short." A look of slight offence came over him as his cigarettes were snatched away, grabbing them back quickly and pocketing them.

"Well, that's just unfair. You've seen my fun side."