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A nsft meme i reblogged weeks ago || @phoenixfiiire[ hickey ] — sender gives receiver a hickey +↻ [modern]

There was a lot that could be said about Dion Lesage. He was a successful CEO, was seemingly perfect in every way, had a shit ton of money, a brand new sports car, a luxury apartment, and was nominated bachelor of the year by every wine mom magazine in publication at least once. There was no shortage of women and men waiting and wanting to throw themselves at Dion for the chance to have a fairy tale romance.

What all those things neglected to talk about was his flaws. Something Dion was aware Joshua had become intimately acquainted with since they'd started this relationship. Dion had problems with alcohol, he was a workaholic, he was jealous, and he also had a tendency to be quite possessive.

All red flags if you just so happened to not be Joshua Rosfield.

And it was because of his flaws that Dion found himself having pinned Joshua to the wall in his office. Not hard. Joshua could wriggle free if he chose to. Dion would never want to intentionally hurt Joshua.

"I saw the new intern flirting with you," Dion stared at Joshua-- his fingers lacing into the others hands making it clear he was not about to let the other go any time soon.

"What? You mean Mid? She's just an intern with a crush. I can't be mean to her, Dion."

"I don't expect you to be." Dion responded back.

"Are you jealous? The girl is barely above nineteen--..." Joshua huffed.

"I have no reason to be jealous--... I do have a reason to feel possessive though."

Joshua's cheeks immediately started to turn a shade of red, "Wha-- Dio--" Before Joshua could make any type of snarky remark or ask any type of probing question, Dion pressed his lips to the plump flesh of the nape of the others neck-- gentle at first, but then much rougher. Clearly, his intent was to remind Joshua who his partner was.

Joshua's complaints died off into pleas and moans as Dion's hands had snaked their way into Joshua's shirt. They both weren't needed for anything for awhile, and so Dion thought it best if they enjoyed some private time together.

#v; modern #nsft #spicy cw #scheduled;

update: chapter 3. in which a little blood is spilled.

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#fallout 3 #fallout #scheduled;#i scheduled it because honestly i am spamming as shit rn sorry

Birthday.

#mun's birthday #scheduled;

@infernalii is a fuckboy

It was better to be proactive than to be fired from her post... That would end up in disgrace for an Admiral, regardless of her being of a higher rank than him. The moment she left the Commander’s quarters, her mind was made up. The transfer papers were easy enough to navigate and fill in, but the real problem was the fact that there was a mandatory meeting/exit interview in order to receive the CO’s signature of approval.

There was no chance of her simply filing the work and leaving.

She had never been known to give up on anyone or anything. The logic she worked through was that she was still fighting for Shepard... and for the entirety of the galaxy, but it was just going to be from another ship. It would do her some good to be amongst her own people again. Who knows, maybe her heart could be healed and sheltered enough to fall for someone else. Someone closer to home... and actually had the capability of showing emotion.

“Commander. I’m here for the meeting,” her tone was cold, void of feeling as she waited outside of Shepard’s quarters. For both their sakes, her weapons were left with the rest of her possessions, waiting in the cargo bay.

#infernalii #otp; nothing stands between us now #{ lol bye felisha (TM) }#scheduled;

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cxmmxxndrshepard

“You would think that after all the reports you have ever had to file, Shepard... that you would have a better grasp of spelling. My translator keeps glitching.” The young quarian sighed before dragging her finger along the screen of her datapad, sifting th- rough information and reports.

“Can you give me a brief summary? I need to know what you want so that I can plan around the drive core tomorrow.”

#cxmmxxndrshepard #scheduled;