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[lilmissunderstoood]

Daydream believer.... 📸 @pazliprandinyc #freemansalley @fowzyfowzyfowzy #thanksasalways

[lioncuddler]

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⋆ - A ship I have with my character

What ship don't I have with my character? But I guess I would have to say that my favorite ship, and unfortunately a non popular one, would bi ViTriNoi

❧ - A ship I have with your character

I'm gonna be boring and say RenAo. Nothing will ever beat that when it comes to Ren ships. It's just so beautiful!

[badmorphinetrip]

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[thanksasalways]

Over and Under || Closed

A small jolt ran down his back upon hearing Trip’s voice, Ren’s resolve renewed out of either stubbornness or shame for being caught looking the way that he did now. Hastily tugging at the shoddy knot, he untied the tie once again, clutching each side of it as he called back to Trip.

“I am fine,” he insisted, his body stiffening as he very pointedly kept his eyes locked on the reflection. His hands moved quickly now, making an unprepared attempt once again as if the pressure of being consciously watched would be the incentive he needed to succeed.

Again he was left with a disheveled mess around his neck, his collar half-popped and turned askew from the shifting of fabric against fabric. “I do not have the experience that you do,” he stated plainly, both excusing himself and reminding himself of his inadequacy again.

[badmorphinetrip]

Ren's stubbornness was adorable. Trip watched as he fussed with the tie again, the frustration and self-consciousness of full display. He did not move from his spot, just observed, just smiled. It wasn't until Ren had another ill-tied mess around his neck that the blond straightened up and padded forward to close the space between them.

"You will," he purred, reassuring him in a pointedly dismissive way. He leaned over him, his hands pressing down over his shoulders and sliding down his chest. His nose pressed softly into Ren's dark hair, inhaling deeply of the scent that had been growing more and more alien as this body became more his own.

"You're really cute like this," he continued, his voice saccharine and only slightly condescending. "Don't you feel cuter now...? Well dressed, washed and sprayed with cologne, hair healthy and shiny..."

[trappedinwhitenoiz-blog]

"Oh, come on. You look cute."

"I look like an idiot." Noiz had left his laundry to the very last moment again. As such, he was forced to wear the only clean clothes he had left. Clothes he wore when he was about five inches shorter and less toned. It clung uncomfortably to his person, looking painted on. And it was too short in the sleeves, pants cuffs, and midriff area. 

[disarmmywords-blog]

♡✏♓ [[ take what you will of that >B) ]]

♡ my muse flirts with your muse✏ our muses are evil and out reaking havoc together♓ my muse injures your muse

It was always so exhilarating. There was really nothing like it. The rush of adrenaline pushing past the drug-haze, the feeling of someone's mind bending and breaking so readily under pressure from his own. It was everything he ever wanted. Everything he could have ever wanted. To be here, to be free, to be unrestrained.

The hands on his shoulders snapped him out of his euphoric trance, his yellow eyes fluttering as he fell back into his place in the real world. He sunk heavily against the body that held him, his own trembling from exertion and ecstasy. They were still here. They were still...

"...another..."

He wanted more. He wasn't done yet. This all felt so good. He wanted to feel even better.

"...bring the next one..."

He caught sight of his red-headed companion in the corner shifting uneasily. The small group of dead-eyed thugs around him responded to his movements, like dogs reacting to their master's mood. His own pale green eyes crawled across the room, looking from face to face to face.

"That's all," he said after a few long moments, though he knew the admission was as dangerous as anything else he could've said. There were few things more dangerous than denying this creature what he craved.

Sure enough, with only a second to process what he'd said, the blue-haired boy's head snapped up, his eyes narrowed on his former best friend.

"No," he hissed, his voice no longer heady with power. "There are more. Find them. Bring them to me."

The former bartender looked uncertain, his ruddy brows furrowed as he avoided making eye contact with his 'leader'. The boy was straightening up, his eyes blazing with outrage, his lips curled to reveal his pearly white teeth.

"That's all," he repeated, though he sounded far less assertive than he had before. He would not look at him, would not address him directly, would default to him as he always did now.

In a split second, he made to lunge at him, hands reaching like gnarled claws for the man standing just out of his reach. He was held back, the strong fingers on his shoulders digging in, dragging him back, holding him in place. He snarled and twisted, tangling immediately in his hoodie as he tried to free himself from it.

"Let me go!" he growled, his hands gripping, tearing at the larger man behind him, his eyes wild and pulse racing. All his pleasure turned to terrible, insurmountable rage and he lashed out against him, seeking retribution.

But he held him fast, his gaze met in kind, brilliant, fierce yellow prepared to combat him. He was there only to restrain, to contain the beast they nurtured and provoked, and he would restrain him. Even as he clawed and thrashed, his strong hands found him, held him, kept him at bay.

When he refused to stop fighting, he would only intensify, in his cold, silent way. He did not speak, and they feared him as much as the one who never stopped speaking, two sides of the same dangerous coin. Watching them made the others uneasy and soon enough the room had all but emptied, the broken shell of a man he'd destroyed dragged out of harm's way as they scuffled.

This was how it always ended: the small, bone-thin boy howling and shrieking and yelling in his unholy voice, twisting and kicking and scrambling to free himself; the large, muscled brute flaring his nostrils and tightening his mouth, meeting each chaotic assault with practice and understanding and preparation. Then, the finale, his hand around his throat, gripping hard enough to choke the sound from his vocal cords and rob the air from his lungs.

This part was always what earned him the most lingering damage, kicks and scratches thrown erratically in panic finding their mark with ease. He would endure. It was what he deserved. His fingers tightened reflexively as he turned, pinning the terrified boy against the wall high above the floor.

Those lovely, darting yellow eyes, those pale chapped lips, the tangled, oversensitive hair. He was everything he wanted, everything he never dreamed he would have. But he was told, encouraged to have him, and he obeyed. His punishment and his reward, his blessing and his curse. Here now, physically, with him. Here now, physically, to restrain.

The kiss stilled him, though his limbs latched on the moment he was close enough to do so. He trembled and shook, frightened but calmed all at once. He was torn, still panicked, but unsure. His fury was interrupted, his desires thrown awry.

His grip loosened, a terrible, rattling gasp sounding as soon as their lips parted. The boy clung to him for stability, his face obscured by his hair as he pulled in breath after ragged breath, his head throbbing from the lack of oxygen.

"...Ren..."

The thinnest, barest sound, easily lost between his gulps of air.

"...Ren..."

He pressed his lips to the bruising flesh on his throat.

"...Ren..."

His shaking fingers sifted into his hair and held tightly against his scalp.

"...Ren..."

Their bodies pressed together, his back arching with the promise to indulge him, to contain him through dissociated pleasures, to do as they both needed, to indulge each other's true nature and their own.

"...Ren..." it pleaded.

"...Aoba..." he answered its call.

[seikxtsu]

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The suggestion had been innocent enough: a little game to play around the house and pass the time while Aoba was at work. Ren had taken full responsibility over watching Sei during the daytime to make sure he was fully accommodated for, but he was quickly finding his sweet princess to be quite the handful.

This game was supposedly about guessing: placing items in the hand of a blindfolded player and making that person guess what it could be. It started just as harmless as it sounded. Then his hands were being cupped by Sei’s hands. Held sweetly and then guided to warm, soft skin. The insides of his legs, maybe? Ren couldn’t tell, but he was hesitant to pull away and potentially cause any hurt feelings.

"Sei," he began, taking a deep breath as he searched for the kindest way to express his uncertainty, "I believe you have won this round. I cannot tell what I am holding."

         It's not that the life under the Seragaki roof is boring, but of course Sei always has this need for entertainment, for some activity especially now healthier at least a bit. And of course with Ren's willingness, neverending, he couldn't help but pitch in a game he's experienced in the past. Sei does have to admit, Ren has quite the patience and tolerance compared to his brother, and it works in his favor.

     Once the blindfold in place, series of mundane objects given for Ren to guess which he did correctly each time with little difficulties. However, he wanted to add the twist and wherever it had spurned from, Sei had little shame especially with how the mischievous light in his eyes aren't seen. Dressed in only a loose sweater and pair of shorts borrowed from his twin, it had been easy to guide the palm to the smooth thigh. Heart pulsed eagerly as he watched, observing Ren's face which can be so expressive at times.

     "Oh?" the intoned response rich with playfulness and the slender fingers did not release the warm wrist. "No, you have to try and guess before we move on," becoming more demanding and he only cupped the firm knuckles to urge them to squeeze the limb even a bit. Obvious he doesn't intend to let the round end so soon.

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He hardly understood what happened, hands had been on his neck suffocating and slowly crushing his thin throat, his consciousness fading— then they were gone. His heartbeat pounded in his head, the thumps of blood in his ears matching the scuffle taking place across the room. Ren winced as he tried to turn to see, the fuzzy outline of his savior and his attacker on the outskirts of his vision.

The noises stopped, then footsteps approached. He flinched, terrified all over again until he heard the familiar voice. Only now did the moisture find his eyes, scared, relieved, and pained all at once. His arms trembled as they reached upward, all his strength pushing the skeletal limbs toward Trip.

[badmorphinetrip]

Even if the call had lasted longer, Trip would not have been there to hear it. The Coil was shut off almost immediately after, his eyes raking over the battered, ruined body below him. He was so small, laying there, bruises already forming under his painfully pale skin. His eyes were wide, scared, bright yellow and tear-filled. He wouldn't leave him there, even if it wasn't safe to pick him up.

Slowly, as carefully as the adrenaline would allow, the blond leaned down to scoop up his ward, his broad, rough hands hooking beneath him to pull him upright. Some of the machinery had been pulled loose, the machines complaining loudly of the matter, the rest warned of elevated heartrate, blood pressure and a dozen other things that he could not care about.

He knew what the dark-haired boy wanted, how he needed to be held and reassured, but it was too dangerous. There was a bloody mass that was cooling just feet away from them and tension hanging in the air around them. He had to clear the area. He had to ensure no one else was in the house.

Shifting the patient from two arms to one, Trip held up  a hand, blue eyes scanning warily across the sliver of hallway visible through the door. His fingers found his companion's, lacing with them and pulling them close.

"...squeeze my hand if you're okay. Squeeze twice if I can leave you here until I sweep the other rooms."