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13, beware of the fiend himself

Slowly, he pulls back, his shuddering breath in your ear the testament to his control as he draws back and back, and then, just as slowly sinks back into you. After a few of these slow blows, you wrap your legs around his waist, crossing your ankles and drawing him in - impossibly- further. 

“I won’t break,” you whisper up at him, squeezing down on his cock with your pussy for emphasis, “so don’t hold back.”

Sylus freezes in place for a heartbeat until the precious last little scrap of his control crumbles to black ashes, and then he unleashes himself on you. His long, thick, veiny cock rasps against your inner walls, dragging itself over and over that secret spot as he pistons into you relentlessly. Soon, you’re seeing stars as he drives you over the edge again, and then you’re falling, falling into the abyss of pleasure…

Sylus hungrily crashes his mouth onto yours, stealing the breath that you never even managed to catch as his tongue drives into your mouth, tangling with your own. He hoists himself up on his arms to loom over you, gazing down at your deliciously flushed body, proudly displaying the signs of his onslaught in the dim light of the room. You gaze up at him and grin lazily, basking in your bliss.

Where he is waiting for you. He grabs both your legs in one of his large hands and grabs your waist in the other, the new angle of his cock driving you delirious again as he continues his unforgiving pace.

The force of your release drives him out of your body, and you bonelessly on the bed, panting in the puddle of your pleasure. 

He bends down to kiss you again, more tenderly this time. “You don’t think you’re done yet, do you, kitten?” he mutters into your hair, “A dragon is much greedier than a cat, you know.”

His surprised gasp is music to your ears as you wrap your fingers around his cock, sticky with your juices. “What makes you think I’m not just as greedy?” you whisper up at him as you experimentally pump your hand down and up once, drawing the most gratifyingly guttural moan from somewhere deep within him. 

You throw him onto his back and settle over his thighs, his cock still firmly in your grasp. “Yes,” he hisses, bucking up into your grasp as you start moving your hand, his fingers fisting into the bedding. Seeing this strong man completely at your mercy stirs something deep inside you. You descend upon his weeping cock, taking him into your mouth as your hand still pumps him, your other hand sliding down to your own warmth as you chase yet another high. His demands for more, stronger, harder are gladly met by you as his hands tangle in your hair. Soon, you can feel him twitching in your mouth and you release him with a resounding pop. 

Sylus all but growls at you at this gross injustice, but his protests morph into groans of pleasure as you sink yourself down on him, grabbing his hands to place them at your tits. You ride your dragon mercilessly, showing him just how greedy his little sorceress can be, and his shuddering release into you is enough to drag you over the edge once more. 

You collapse onto his heaving chest, bodies slick with sweat. As you try to regain your breath and grasp on the world, you grin up at him. “So,” you pant, “who’s the greedy one, now?”

Sylus shakes his head, his mirth tickling your body as he chuckles beneath you. “Always so competitive, sweetie,” he murmurs, and before you know what’s happening, he’s got you pinned to the mattress again, “but it still remains to be seen…” he whispers into your ear as his hands travel down your quivering body, “who between us is the greediest fiend.”

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12, for health

You tremble beneath him as he kisses his way up your thigh, heat coursing through you as he locks his eyes with yours and he grins as he licks his fingers clean of your juices, as if they remind him of the sweetest, cherry wine he’s ever tasted. He makes to dive back in, and you push at his shoulders, making him stare at you again as he crawls up your body.

“You..haven’t changed your mind, have you?” he whispers huskily, his hips stuttering forward of their own accord, driving his still covered length against your throbbing core, “You just said yes.”

Unable to find your voice, you shake your head, bucking up against him in an attempt to communicate your desperation for him, for completion. You’re sure it’s unhealthy for him, denying himself so. 

“I’m hoping ‘yes’ is still your answer, because-” he groans into your ear even as your fingers find the rim of his boxers and tug them down, freeing his cock and making it slide against your slick folds, “I just can’t hold back anymore.”

With one single thrust, he drives himself into you, spearing you onto him until his hips bump into yours in the most exquisitely painful way, before stilling above you and showering your lips and neck with breathless kisses as he allows your body to adjust to his invasion. You moan your pleasure beneath him as you arch your hips into him, and then, only then, does he slowly start to move again. 

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11, for hope

He never knew how much he had hoped to hear those words. In a flurry of movement, he flips you off of him and onto the bed, the impact of the mattress driving the last breath from you as he peels your pants off of your legs. His hands travel up them reverently, holding you carefully as if you were made of glass, his lips following the trail of his fingers. “It was always yours,” he murmurs against your thigh, his hot breath on your soft flesh almost searing you, “Which means…you can be even greedier.”

Sylus settles himself between your legs, still holding you as if you’re about to break and stares up at you, unbridled need clear in his eyes. “So, tell me,” he mutters, hands trembling with restraint, “Do you want it, kitten?”

You stare down at him, lust glazing both your eyes, and you know that this man, this dragon, would burn down the world for you, to make you smile, and would tear himself away from you should you deny him. You nod tremulously, staring in absolute absorption as he closes his eyes as if to savor your consent, before he dives down to shower your core with attention. 

His fingers slide beneath your panties, finding you already drenched for him. He tears at the last barrier between him and his treasure, baring you to his appreciative, molten gaze. Then, his thumb is at your clit, driving slow, luxurious circles around it as he pushes two fingers into you. You arch clean off the bed at the delicious intrusion, his name spilling from your lips in a litany before your voice dies away as his mouth replaces his thumb and his fingers inside you curl against a hidden spot on your walls. He takes his time, almost purring as he lavishes you with hitherto unknown sensations, and then the whole world comes crumbling down around you as you gush your pleasure for him. 

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smut from this chapter onwards, be warned!

10, for a surprise you would not want to miss

“You really don't want me to leave, hmm?” he breathes into your ear as you straddle him, his hips desperately bucking up to grind against you.

“Of course not,” you pant, pushing him back against the headboard, “You've only just come back to me.”

Whether you mean in this life or the other remains unsaid, but it's unimportant anyway as his large hands grab your thighs and Sylus drags you closer against him, and all there is, was, and ever will be is him beneath you, writhing in desperation to be closer still. 

You hold up your arms as he all but tears your top away from your body before burying his face between your breasts. His fingers travel up your spine, eliciting a shiver from you, until he expertly unclasps your bra, freeing your tits to his roving mouth. You arch into him as he sucks a pert nipple between his teeth, running his tongue over the abused nub. 

Heat pools low in your belly and you grind down against him, but there’s too much fabric between you and you bite your lip in frustration. Sylus releases your breast in an instant and comes up to tease your lip away from your own onslaught. “Don’t bite your lip, kitten,” he rasps against your mouth, “tell me what you want.”

“You,” you moan, gyrating your hips for emphasis, “I want your ah-” you gasp as his lips trail down your neck, nipping lightly at your pulse, “attention...” you pant as his eyes flash to yours before descending on your bosom again with a chuckle that reverberates through your entire body, “I want your jeal-oh-ousy,” you mewl helplessly as he pinches a nipple, “ah-and your…desire.” 

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9, for a kiss

Blearily, you open your eyes, only to find yourself in darkness again. Though, this time, it soon becomes clear that you are lying down, and that the world outside must be burning, because you have never in your life felt this hot.

You try to sit up, but are soon halted by an arm stretched over your chest, its weight enough to pin you to the mattress. With a groan, you grab at your head, which is still pounding slightly with the vestiges of what must have been the worst migraine you have ever-

It all comes back to you, then. Not just the past week, day and hours and whose bed you must be in, but all the memories from a past life, bestowed on you by the woman that was you and that had gifted you with his heart. 

His heart, that you could now clearly feel beating in the arm slung across your chest, its staccato rhythm drawing your gaze to the side, to meet his gorgeous ruby eyes staring at you as if seeing you for the very first time in a long, long time. 

A look that you were sure was a mirror of your own as you turned to your side, hands coming up to cup his face, tears streaming down your eyes.

“My dragon,” you whisper brokenly, gladly welcoming him as he descends upon you, lips crashing onto yours in a kiss that speaks of love, hunger, devotion and desire.

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8, for a wish

He catches your limp body in his smoke before it can crumble to the ground, his arms soon replacing the grasp of his evol as he cradles you to him. Sylus starts at the frigid pallor of your skin and doesn't waste a second as he strides for his bedroom with you safely nestled in his arms. 

He places you on his bed, his movements clipped with worry as he paces about his room, gathering every single comforter and duvet he can find before piling them all onto you.

Then, he strips down to his boxers and slides in beside you, gathering your prone form to him, repressing the shiver from the temperature of your skin as he wraps his arms around you and waits, wishing for his beloved to return to him.

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7, a secret never to be told.

Darkness surrounds you, envelops you in its cold embrace as you drift through a vast nothingness. You shiver as you tumble around, unable to discern up from down, to from fro, until, in the far distance, a reddish hue comes into existence.

Your feet meet something that could be ground, and you instinctively start walking. As the hue grows nearer, it grows brighter, and the ground beneath you becomes irregular, slopes up. Within moments that could have been eons, you find yourself climbing up, up, clambering up on a mountain of…of bones, you idly notice, but instead of being frightened or disgusted, you simply keep climbing. 

At the top of the mountain is a cave, and you only wonder briefly at the impossibility as you simply trudge on, into the awaiting tunnel that twists and turns on itself, sometimes so narrow you have to crawl, sometimes so wide you can hear your steps echoing off the walls, and always that red glimmer leading you on, on.

At the end of the tunnel, buried deep in that mountain of bones, exuding that alluring red hue, you discover a red ruby almost the size of your head. 

It hovers in the air, suspended by some unnamed magic, just floating as it slowly rotates on itself. Its glow illuminates your face as you approach, the light nearly shining through the skin of your hand as you reach out to it-

A bright, white light flashes through the small cavern, and suddenly, you are not alone.

A woman is standing behind the jewel, her hands outstretched as she cradles it without touching it, still floating in the air. Her hair is long and silver, and blows about her in a breeze that you can't feel. Horns grow from her head and a tail swishes around her, lazily waving around like a cat's on the hunt.

Her eyes…her eyes are his eyes, or are they yours? You don't know anymore, and nothing makes sense anymore, and all you know is that you don't know what is happening, why you are here, who that woman is and why she is looking at that gem as if it is the most important thing in the world.

“We meet at last,” you hear yourself say, and it takes a heartbeat to realize that your lips haven't moved, but hers have, yet it was your voice that spilled from them.

Before you can ask her what's going on, she steps forward and places the gem into your hands, where it floats just as it did in hers, but, is it just you, or is it shining brighter, now? 

You glance up at her, and her face is mere inches from yours, and then, you're staring in a mirror as she touches her forehead to yours, and you're falling and shooting up at the same time, hurtling through that tunnel and down the mountain, and through that vast, vast nothingness.

And all you know is you're finally going back to where you belong, at your dragon's side.

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6, for gold

Sylus runs a single golden coin over his knuckles as he listens to your report of the past week. He isn't satisfied until all the minutiae are divulged, listening intently with his eyes closed, as if to better concentrate on the information. 

You try not to be distracted by the coin, glinting in the sunlight as it tumbles and flips over his hand. The hand that had grabbed your waist and pulled you against him, that had pushed you down into the mattress, that had slid against you so deliciously- well, in your dreams, that is. 

You miss the knowing glint in his eyes as you force yourself back into reporting the movements of everyone about the base, until finally concluding with a clipped question after his own expedition.

You nod dutifully at his succinct summary of his endeavors before getting up and excusing yourself. Just as you make to grab the door handle, his voice rings out from behind you.

“Have you not forgotten anything, kitten?”

You turn back towards him, leafing through your papers and files with a frown. “No, I don't think so,” you say.

Sylus get up from his chair and rounds his desk to lean against it, that infuriating grin on his lips again. Those lips, that peppered kisses all over your skin, running down your neck, back and legs and up again, up, up, up until- well, in your dreams, of course.

You shake your head clear of the impure thoughts. “I'm sorry, what did you say?”

“I said,” Sylus patiently repeats, “I've missed you, sweetie.”

The sound of shells clattering to the ground rings in your ears, fading into the ringing of bells and- “Desire, desire, desire-” Your hand comes up to cradle your head, a headache setting in. You glare in his general direction, noticing he started flipping that infernal coin again. Its glints bore into your eyes, adding to the pounding in your skull.

“Well, I didn't-” you start, and then red mist is around you, dragging you towards him as he's still flipping that coin.

“Lying doesn't become you, kitten,” he drawls, “just be honest with yourself.”

“Honest…” you echo, and your voice sounds far away to your own ears, now filled again with screaming, and laughter that sounds like your own, but when were you ever this wicked, and when will that blasted coin stop shining in your eyes.

“Will you just stop that?!” you yell, surging forward to grab at the innocent sliver of metal, but missing it completely as he palms it easily before you're even close. Instead, your hand closes around his large fist, and then your vision floods with red, red flames, red blood, red smoke, red eyes, and a red heart made of stone, splitting down the middle as you ram a claymore through it, just as your head splits with the pain.

And then, all fades to black, and the last thing you see is his anxious, deep, red eyes.

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5, for silver

It’s already been five days since he left, and you’re going out of your mind. Not with the Onychinus affairs he entrusted you with, they barely require a second thought. Which is lucky, considering they are completely consumed by the Sylus shaped hole in your life. 

You find yourself waking up and going to bed with him on your mind, and you even find him featuring in your dreams. Well, a projection of him, at least. Sometimes he’s himself, but sometimes, his body is adorned with black scales and horns, wings and a tail, and a big jewel where his heart would be, but his voice…The deep voice that haunts you is always the same, whispering to you to speak your desire, so that he may fulfil it. 

Your mood has turned so sour on the sixth day, that even Luke and Kieran are now giving you a wide berth as you stomp around the base, snapping at every underling unlucky enough to cross your path. 

You finally decide to vent some of the pent up frustration at the shooting range, trying to get a feel for the harriers Sylus has supplied you with. The weight of the guns feels heavy compared to the company issued weapon you were forced to hand back over to the Association upon your discharge, but it feels comfortable, nostalgic to be holding them and empty clip after clip at the paper target at the end of the range. You cannot prevent a scream spilling from your lips as you unleash the last of the prepared magazines upon the hapless contour, the guns clicking futilely as they run out. 

“Now, whatever has that poor, paper man done to deserve such treatment, I wonder.”

You whip around, guns out, expletives spilling from your mouth as the searing nozzles graze Sylus’ arm and chest respectively. “Fuck!” you shout, tossing the weapons to the stand now behind you, hands flying out and, before you know it, you’re tearing at his shirt to try and inspect the wounds you’re sure you’ve inflicted on him. 

His hands come up and gently grab your wrists, halting your frantic probing. “I’m fine, sweetie, but thank you for your concern.”

You snatch your hands back as if burned yourself. “I thought you weren’t due back until tomorrow,” you say, not quite succeeding in keeping your tone breezy. 

“I was able to conclude business sooner than expected,” he comments lightly, “and imagine my surprise when I return and find all the staff cowering at your wrath.”

You avoid his amused gaze as you turn around and start cleaning up the shells littering the ground around your feet. “They’re exaggerating, I’m sure,” you say through gritted teeth, promising payback on those two little rats for running to complain. On the other side of the base, Luke and Kieran shiver suddenly. 

“Of course they are,” Sylus says, disbelief dripping from his words, “but I am glad to discover the silver lining to the cloud that was my absence.”

“Which is?” you ask, trying to sound exasperated as you stand up and turn around, only to drop all the shells you’ve gathered again as Sylus’ face is suddenly flush with yours. 

“You missed me, kitten.” 

It’s a statement, not even remotely a question, and you should be incensed with indignation at his presumption. Instead, clarity washes over you as you find yourself unable to deny the truth in his words. Your eyes widen in disbelief as he snakes his arms around you and gathers you to his chest, your arms betraying you as they seemingly automatically wrap themselves around his neck, hoisting yourself up to meet his descending lips halfway. 

And then, that voice is in your ears again, droning “Desire, desire, desire…”, and then you shoot upright in bed, clutching the damp sheets to your sweating body. 

You drop your head in your hands, cursing your karma as the dream ebbs further away. The clarity that you do, in fact, miss him, remains.

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4, for a birth

You luxuriate in the soft, silk sheets on your new bed in your new room. Sylus spared no expense when he put you up in a room in his base, providing you with everything you could ever possibly need, just as he had said in the alley, months ago now. He had created a position in his organisation for you, which simply required you to take care of business when he was out of town. 

Initially, you had expected to be overwhelmed by that responsibility due to his regular absences, but he had rarely been away from even the base since instating you as his right hand woman. So, your days were spent almost idly as you got to know the organisation and its employees better. 

Luke and Kieran you already knew, but over the passing days you saw scores of people visiting the base, bringing in this report or that piece of jewelry. There were shady business men, young and old, politicians, new and weathered, and, at one point, you were certain you recognised the uniform of an unnamed general of the Association. What you saw precious little of, however, was Sylus’ personal life. Not that you’re interested in that, in any way, you assure yourself, it’s just something you’ve noticed. 

One day, when Sylus has just finished briefing you on an auction he is going to attend in a few days that will take him away from the base for a week - your first actual duty! - you linger in his office.  

“Was there something else?” he intones without glancing up from the documents in front of him. 

“No, it’s quite clear,” you say, briefly summarizing the bullet points you need to mind during his absence, “...and, most importantly, keep Luke and Kieran in check.”

He hums in agreement, only dropping the papers he’d been perusing when you prop yourself on the edge of his desk, eyebrow raising in a silent, bemused question as he glances up at you.

“It’s just…” you hedge, unsure of where even the desire to know about the question burning on your lips has been born from, “should I be expecting any other…visitors?”

Sylus cocks his head to the side slightly. “Visitors?” he echoes.

“You know,” you mutter, fluttering your hands in exasperation, “nightly visitors.”

His red eyes flash as he smirks at you. “Whatever do you mean, kitten?”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Don’t make me spell it out, Sylus.”

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to, sweetie,” he drawls, grinning like a cat, “because I just don’t know what you mean-”

“A girlfriend, alright?!” you hiss, “A girlfriend, a boyfriend, a paramour, hell, you might even have a standing reservation at the whorehouse down the street for all I know!” You don’t know when you started yelling or where the need to do so even sprang from. 

Silently, Sylus gets up from his seat and rounds his desk, planting his hands on either side of you as he leans in. “Is that jealousy I hear in your voice, kitten?” he mocks.

You click your teeth as you avert your eyes from his face. “Tch, you wish,” you grunt, “it-”

“Yes, I wish,” he interrupts you as he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him again, “I want you to look only at me, as I look only at you.” His gruff voice is in your ear as he leans in, hot breath ghosting over your neck and sending a shiver down your spine. “I want your attention, your jealousy-” his lips brush over your pulse and your eyes flutter closed as you subconsciously crane your head, offering yourself- “your…desire.”

Bells are ringing in your head, and voices are screaming as another voice, a familiar voice chuckles somewhere behind you. You try to turn around, but your body is not your own, and your vision fills with red as-

“Is that what you were hoping I would say, kitten?”

With a cold rush, reality crashes over you and you stare into Sylus’ garnet gaze. “I…no, I…” you stutter, leaning back as you try to avoid that damned eye of his. You let yourself slide bonelessly out from under him, springing right back up as soon as you clear his arms and smiling with a confidence you don’t feel. “Forget I asked,” you thrill brightly, backing out of the room while throwing him a salute, “Don’t  worry, bossman, I’ll guard the fort when you’re gone!”

Sylus stares after you as you dash from the room, muttering a curse under his breath as he tries to calm his racing heart.

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3, for a wedding

You step out into the alley behind the maid café with another sigh. That makes the sixth job since being fired from the association, and your savings have been taking the brunt of it. You can only hope your landlord will be amenable to postpone the rent for another month, so you can at least buy some groceries this week, now that your supply of restaurant leftovers has been cut off.

“Why did you have to change? I was quite enjoying seeing you in that dress,” a shadow behind you chuckles.

You whip around and glare as Sylus detaches himself from the wall. “You stay away from me,” you growl, pointing angrily at his face, “you’ve already caused me enough misery.”

His hand shoots out to grab yours as he drags you towards him. “What misery, kitten?” he questions, slightly cocking his head to the side, brow furrowing as he takes in your form.

“Oh, I don’t know,” you grunt, as you try to pry your hand from his vice like grip, “kidnap me, try to force an evol-enhancer on me, get me caught up in your nefarious affairs, get me fired-” you cease tugging as your shoulders slump in defeat, “twice, now, and, thus, probably make me lose my home.”

Sylus releases you as he continues staring, frown deepening. “Is that why you’ve lost weight?” he asks as you hold your tender wrist.

“I- what?” you mutter as you try to rub some feeling back into your hand. 

“You’re skin and bones, kitten,” he murmurs as he steps closer, looming over you, “you must not have been eating well.”

You take a step back until the other wall of the alley is at your back. “Yeah, well, that’s what unemployment does to people,” you say, craning your head up to glare at him.

He follows your step as he counts on his fingers. “So, we have a job-crisis, a housing-crisis and a sustenance-crisis,” he says, leaning his arm against the wall above you, “this must be your lucky day, sweetie.”

You frown at him as you try to suss out an escape route. “How so?”

“Because I can provide you with all three of those,” he says, his face looming closer now, “and anything else you should desire.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “I’m not entering a marriage of convenience with you, if that’s where you’re going.”

Sylus chuckles. “You have been watching too many drama’s, kitten,” he says, eyes glinting in the shadows of the alley, “just think of it as a favor.”

You try to shake off the arm he wraps around your shoulders as he decisively leads you from the alley. “I’m afraid of owing you anything, Sylus.”

“Don’t be scared, sweetie,” he chuckles again as he opens the door of a car that seems to have materialized at his whim, “I’ll be sure to give you a fair interest rate.”

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“I never thought I would be seeing you like this, Miss Hunter.”

You freeze in your tracks, ketchup exploding out of the bottle onto the rice omelet you’re serving to a hapless customer as you squeeze the bottle in your shock at the familiar deep voice. The angered sputtering of the splattered customer goes unnoticed by you as you whip around and stare at the tall frame of Onychinus’ boss as he enters the establishment.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you hiss at him, desperately trying to pull down the hem of the skirt you’re forced to wear here, suddenly very, very aware of your exposed legs.

Sylus raises an eyebrow as he glances down at you, mirth dancing in his deep, red eyes. “Now, now, kitten, is that how you’re supposed to greet a customer?”

The manager, flagged down by the ketchup-drenched customer, angrily whispers at you to perform the usual greeting, show this new customer a seat and then come meet him in his office. You close your eyes for a second, take in a deep breath as you already know where that conversation will be going and gather the last ounce of your patience as you force a smile to your face.

“Welcome home, master!” you chirp at the mob-boss in front of you, trying your damnedest to ignore the shit-eating grin now adorning his lips, “please, follow me to your rightful place!” You manage to quelch the desire to add “in the garbage” to the shop-assigned script as you turn around and stomp towards a table in the back.

Sylus sits down gracefully and picks up the menu, ostensibly perusing it. You excuse yourself and turn around to join the glaring manager in his office to be fired, again, when the silver haired man raises his hand and enquires blithely after your recommendations. You pause, mid-turn, glancing back and forth between the rock and the hard place, before deciding that, to hell with it, you’re fired anyway, may as well steer into the skid. 

You tilt your head to the side, clasp your hands together and bend forward slightly, a pout on your lips. “Eh, but I always enjoy your firm decisions, master,” you drawl, following the script for a bit longer, “but, if you insist, I recommend you fuck right off out of here and out of my life before you ruin it any further.” You flash him a saccharine smile before skipping off to the manager, who now bears a striking resemblance to the tomato plushy waiting for you at home to scream another bout of frustrations into.

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We all know the old nursery rime, don't we? Here follows a short drabble for each line of the song, all the way up to thirteen, smutty from 10 onwards, featuring everyone's favorite, red eyed dragon crow.

1, for sorrow

You swallow hard as you step out onto the sunlit pavement, box of possessions in your hands. Tara stands on the other side of the glass doors of the Hunters Association, a sad smile on her face as she waves you off. 

“Honourable, my ass,” you mutter to yourself as you start the trudge over to your apartment. Captain Jenna had taken you apart that morning and had gently, though unbiddingly, informed you that you had been honourably discharged from your post and the Association as a whole at that. She had been intentionally vague as to the reasons you had demanded of her, saying something about declining results, reports from colleagues, complaints from assigned clients, notes from your doctor… It all fell on deaf ears, and you were certain it had nothing to do with all that, but rather the time off you had been forced to take. And they had been the ones to force you in the first place!

With a grunt, you hoist the box onto your hip as you unlock the door to your apartment building. You know they had been meaning well, at least, at first, you scoff to yourself, when they made you take some time off after the explosion last year and your abduction into the N109-zone more recently. But now, for them to use it as leverage to relieve you of your position, of your job… it was all you could do to contain your rage as you had stormed from Jenna’s office and started tossing your belongings into the box that had been on your desk as you returned to it. 

Said box is dropped unceremoniously on the floor as you fling yourself onto your bed, face in your pillow as you scream out your frustration and sorrow. You can believe the turns your life has taken over the course of just one year, and now you find yourself completely alone in the world, no family, no friends, no job…

You turn onto your back and stare at the ceiling as you angrily rub at your eyes. With a resigned sigh, you pick up your phone and flip to a job-vacancy site. “Might as well start right now, or I’ll be homeless soon, too."

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@sinsodom, let me make it up to you 😜

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My husband would like to take this opportunity to thank Infold for their service.

I’ve literally have never been this horny in my life before. This is so insane…

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Now in color, lol.

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Not as often as I would like, but yeah, it me. Plus, there's kids running around this house somewhere.

Reblog if you are employed / have a full time job and are a fanfic writer who still actively writes and posts new chapters / new works.

My friend says you can’t be an adult, have a full time job and be a fanfic writer at the same time, because you’ll have to sacrifice your writing, fandom activities, for your career. And I just… don’t think that’s the case? At all? Unless I’m missing something? Unless I’m doing it wrong by being employed and still writing fanfics?