#strigoinorth

[jacksmaster]

“You’re not from around here are you.”

Slowly the slim man looked up to look over the man speaking to him. He scanned over trying to judge whether or not this stranger was worthy of his time before shaking his head. “I am not. Are you from these parts?”

[guardianofbelief]

Rp with Strigoinorth

They were at the ugliest motel in some backwoods of some podunk state because Monty was drunk on summer vacation and cheap beers. It had to be the skeeziest place they'd ever been including the fire concert that had no demons or even a hint of supernatural. Unless you counted the reruns on the tiny tv in the corner.

Jamie was at the jeep digging the EMF reader out of the toolkit, because it needed new batteries and he wasn't hustling Monty into the bathroom again. Once was enough and he was sure his sneakers would never recover.

The device made a pitiful sound as he rapped it gently. The batteries were old, but the screen lit up as expected and he was satisfied.

And then it did something unexpected.

The machine in his hand gave a high pitched alarm and Jamie shouted dropping the reader in suprise. It snapped open against the parking lot, batteries scattering everywhere. Behind him there was another sound, but it was no alarm.

Twisting about the young man put his back against the jeep and fumbled behind him for something, anything. The camera came to his hands and the flash come once, twice. There in the lot Jamie had no idea what he was staring at and whatever it was, it was coming closer

@strigoinorth

[jacksmaster]

[text] I hear a celebration is in order?!

[text]: And what gave you that idea? Clearly you didn’t hear such news from me.

[jacksmaster]

“♠️”

Send “♠️” For your muse to have the winning hand in a card game. My muse lost and owes you:

1. a kiss

Rolling his eyes as the cards were set down, Pitch realized he should have known better. “You had to cheat. I’m tired of playing cards against you.” With a growl, he stood from the chair and without walking around, grabbed North by the shirt and pulled the male to meet him half way. The Nightmare King wasn’t sure why he was so fascinated with the other but something about him was a drug. Perhaps it was just a cruel curse? Either way he slammed their lips together and felt the twitch in his groin. Oh yes... it was clearly a curse as his body called out for the male just from this interaction. Not to say the card games leaning up to this point didn’t help. 

[jacksmaster]

Reawakening

Resume in hand, Pitch took a few deep breaths. Today was the day for his interview. This businessman... Mr. North, was holding a opening for a Partner and this was his chance. There was some business jobs he worked before and he just hoped that meeting the man will take him over that edge.

As he was called in, a final breath was taken and opened the door. Pitch smiled as he met the other’s gaze and hoped his shirt was still tucked in. “Good afternoon. It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Pitch Black, Sir.”

[jacksmaster]

you sure you can fit all of me? it might hurt.

Pitch cursed softly under his breath and gripped the sheets beneath him. “Just do it... I need you.” Just admitting that was difficult enough as he parted his legs further. His ass was raised slightly in the air and though humiliated by it, it was easy to see how hard he was. 

[jacksmaster]

"Good boy, you can cum now."

Good boy... Pitch flushed at the words but his body was far too lost in the pleasure to care. Being submissive to anyone else wouldn’t happen, it couldn’t... yet for some reason North always had hi. “Ah!! Thank you!” The words left before he could stop them as his head rolled back and he found release. A mess was made and he could barely see straight as he continued moving his hips. How could he come on demand? How had he been able to hold back?

[jacksmaster]

❝ I’ll be there for you as the world falls down. ❞

“Will you? Somehow I do not believe that. You are always good at such pretty lies, North.” Pitch stated simply and crossed his arms over his chest.