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oof some good writing tonight, alittle rusty so do hope they be readable lmao in work tomorrow, work from home tuesday then possibly in the office on the friday this week, so we'll see wtf happens. imma go chill for the rest of the night, so love love love love xoxoxo

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“Do you want me to tell you a secret?” Tsuyuko then leans down to his ear, honeyed whisper voiced from her lips to tell about her biggest, darkest secret: “I’m not wearing any underwear for today.” But that’s hardly even called a secret anymore. ( from Tsuyu to… Akku? :> )

Fuckin' jackpot.

Oh, was it a secret worth leaning into her touch for. To know of something so … delicious. Ah, sometimes he loved being a deity. He loved being this open with himself and not a prude like some of the old shits he knew in his time of roaming and ruling one of the many coasts of Hokkaido. The cold bought along so many stiffs running from issues and fooling around was always seen as something shameful and out of their boundaries… Fucking virgins, the lot of them. Akku thrived in the body, water and healing and love was all about the flow!

Like this at current times, he was a yokai with little desires but an appetite worth millions.

There was just something about her being so lewd with a face that could kick his ass. The moe, the difference, the gap even - it was just too much to not have some fun with so as she was within his grasp, he didn't hide away the excitement in her secret sharing. After all, it only took him a moment to fasten his arm around her hips to raise her closer and promptly move her to his front to be held into place. The lick of his lips and grin that grew was too little to no shame either for his intentions. "Well now, Tsuyuko-chan, you are playing such a dangerous game in telling me that." Amused, he really was and as he moved to step closer to the nearest surface… she'd understand that just because she was wearing something with nothing underneath… It would stop him in any way now with such invitation.

"Now, I do hope that you'll be showing me just how little it is you are indeed wearing under this, Tsu-chan. I don't think I'll be able to keep my fingers out if we continue on like normal… and from what I can tell, you aren't ready to be paraded around in the open on my dick, so, let's find a hotel?"

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And while he was the one initiating tea in his garden, the general has found himself running late. Paperwork, the ever so casual dodging of Fu Xuan among others, had resulted in Jing Yuan having to figure out some rather creative ways to escort himself out of the office. A few neat tricks, turns and a favor from a ever so lively, local performer had eventually granted him in his freedom, one he spent best strolling along some market stalls on the way to the back of his garden; some moon cakes for his company, most likely too flavorless for Jiaoqiu's taste, as well as one more gift that he would carry carefully within his hand. Carefully stepping into his garden, as not to drop the gifts, he'd soon enough make himself known next to the foxian.

"Forgive my tardiness," Jing Yuan spoke gently, golden gaze shifting sideways to catch a glimpse of the other's profile; "Lady Fu Xuan found herself in a rather enthusiastic mood today which proved difficult to ... convince, please, hold your hand out for me, Jiaoqiu."

For upon instruction there would be a faint brush of hands, warm and broad fingers gliding past the others as Jing Yuan delivered a small, folded lotus into the other's hand. It was rather fragile, folded by fragile paper textured with lotus flower patterns. Course to touch, but in between its pattern a smooth, gentle texture; " there were some children that stopped me on the way here, insisting that I accepted one of their handmade lotus flowers. Of course, I couldn't simply take it. Such would be rather cruel, so... I bought two," he'd smile warmly, setting the moon cake box on the table before him.

"You already made tea I see," he'd add with a pleased hum, not quite moving away from the Foxian's side side, empty hand raising to meet with the back of his shoulder; " ... do I dare assume you have spiked it with ginger as payback for me arriving a bit late?"

He probably deserved it.

Amusement as ear twists to greet the sound of footfalls from a partner long overdue his time promised for tea in the ever-fabled gardens of the sleepy general's personal Eden. Though the lonesome settling for one was rather worth the delay of another, it wasn't Jiaoqiu's way to be left without some form of comment as his hand did raise without hesitation. A trust like no other already founded between them both here.

"A shame, I always did wish to sit in the first row upon a Lady Fu Xuan scolding of the General." He's seen and heard many tales of it in his days roaming, but as the topic was shifted to that of the item in his palm, the foxian was interested with the sentimentality of it all. A firm piece of folded beauty that he couldn't shape with his eyes, but his thumbs did move with ease. Learning how to be less heavy-handed had been a trial and a half, but now he knew what to hold back.

The creases were fine and sharp, a talented folder. The smell even held that of a child's touch. Sweets, ink and a mix of mischief in terms of firecrackers? Interesting, truly it was. "Lotus flower origami?" It was a divine skill, paper folding was never his forte, too many mistakes that crumbled his practice sheets, and he had not the patience nor time to develop more of it in his downtimes. Shaking hands could only serve so many meals after all… A calming method shared amongst a few of the warriors under his own General's law, but it was few and far between. Small things to keep the mind occupied, and now it was doing what they should have done in the war zones. Strange, it was.

"At least you gave them something to brag about to their future generations." To buy two, when gifted one for free - was something small and insignificant, but to those below their means and ranks, it was a gospel achievement of true equality outside the pitying shades. Thumbs continued to follow the pattern with interest though upon his last round of understanding the shape in his palms - the heat of their hand was welcomed with or without their comment upon tea being brewed within the tea kettle before them. Humoured, the Foxian's ear flicked with ease, as his tail wiggled and shifted sides to rest the weight of it upon Jing Yuan's hip as he spoke in return.

"Just enough to clear the sinuses. But fear not, General - I added two whole spoonfuls of honey for your delicate self this time."

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[SENSITIVE] The sender nibbles the receiver’s earlobe. ( nanami @ weissager )

It was a tender moment, with bodies nude and lap filled and joined. The softness of human flesh under his touch, the returned strokes to his spine, the welcomed slow kisses to his shoulder that trailed up his neck to ear… It was the nibble that made the Hound shiver head to toe, how his fingers pinched at Nanami's shoulder blade and bicep with a shift of his hips. The mutual sensation to be shared since this human was a daring one in their post-bliss. For a monster that could withstand flames of all natures, the teeth of his lover was a heat that could never be dismissed to his senses.

Lashes flutter over molten red, they drink his essence much like his lower half whilst his lips purse to their lips in return. Palms of both hands join to gather Nanami's defined jaw, to aid them in tilting their head back so that his tongue could lick within to gather more of that favoured taste. The ignition to yet another arousal on their own bedding. Where right palm slides from Nanami's jaw to his chest, to grope the thickness of his muscle and tease the sigil right there that Weissager imprinted months ago, years, centuries it could have been with how eagerly accepted it was upon Nanami's being.

As the world reverted to nothingness in this Hound's mind, how his heart thrived for nothing more than this rush of acceptance and adoration that needed no words to describe it. Another shift of bodies, the slick hunger of two bodies becoming one. As Weissager guides his love down, to press him back into the mattress, to release his lips from their own and lick the flavour of their most wanted upon sitting up. From rolling hips, to stroking down Nanami's form, from letting this room become their den and their scents mingle into the very fibres. This was their domain, as easy as the shadows pooled into inky depths, as shadows dance and Nanami's wallpaper conjoined with Weissager's power.

Faster, harder and deeper, it mattered not the hour. As knees were adjusted, as body was taken, as hair was pulled, nape held and hips lifted. As hands muffle against pillow, as day break crosses over the two bodies at their last bout. The exhaustion was mercy upon their bones and Weissager was one to welcome his lover to his own bosom. To smile into the lust filled room and stroke his fingers through damp roots. As core and heart shuddered from the completion of everything he wanted, he couldn't help but smile into the human's scalp. Stroking his cheek and guiding their head up once more for that last kiss of two souls finally - finally complete.

"Now, do you understand - my warning, liebe?" Never nibble the ear of a Hound in love, a night of no sleep was not of jest nor threat, but a promise. "You lovesick fool… My, lovestick fool… rest." Weissager wasn't to stay awake himself either, but he could hold on longer to make sure his love slept first and deep.

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" you’re so stupid it kinda turns me on. " kaveh being sarcastic to tyler because i had to

"That's also known as a moronsexual... and it's mutual, the lack of money stability with you makes my loins burn with yearning." He wasn't to hold back himself as he sat at one of their two tables... It was a must since the pair of them just had paperwork out the wa-zoo for no good reason other than to cover tabletops with all their shit. Tyler was buzzing through one of his many assignments and getting pretty far in but sometimes, working so much with his brain made his common sense limited. Kaveh, just happened to be around to witness Tyler trying to drink from his wireless mouse instead of his coffee cup.

"Shit man, the fuck is this paper on about... this is the old ugly teach too so I can't blowjob my way outta this one." H'aaaaaaaah - the woes of actually having talent in his interests. "Guess I'll have to be the top student today. So that means you're on dinner duty tonight, thank you - handsome man kaveh." Tyler wouldn't be moving once he got into his mood, since he was setting up his laptop for the evening with another scattering of paperwork at his feet.

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‘ PATCH. ‘ - my muse starts to bandage yours. wriothesley to einri!

It hurt, no lie, but it was nice to have his arm held up by another rougher touch. Einri was a little dizzy, a little out of it but painkillers and the likes were working their magic under the dim lights of the metal walls and under the sea views here. As he shivered from the cool damp air on his feverish skin, he did little else but sigh out with a mild flinch to the touch of gauze and bandages beginning to wrap around his upper bicep. A clean shot, he wasn't sure if it was a shank or a displaced metal tile upon the boxing field, but it was something or other that got him good. He had another gash on his jaw, that was already stitched and covered in gauze and tape, bled a lot for such a small thing, but he guessed it was because it was his head.

"I did win, right?" It was a blur after his jaw was cut open, he doesn't really remember much else only leaping after that with a yell of pain and frustration of being one of the weakest here in strength. He knew his build was more for stealth, for speed, for quick ins and outs, jabs and the likes… but here, he had to learn how to grapple with geezers thrice his size, sometimes some of them in groups. Lanky fuckers that were slippy like wet eels. It was insane the amount of training he was getting here against all sorts of folks, but this was a little too intense. He was sure he had a black eye, cut brow and some busted knuckles wrapped up on his other hand. His shin was tended too earlier too now that he thought about it.

"Damn, I definitely lost with these wounds." No way he won with this much damage. To think he'd be humbled so easily! Though it was frustrating, he could only sigh with all the heat in his lungs and huffed upon the knotting of his arms first-aid… Those eyes making him feel some kind of way but understanding that yeah, this wasn't a great sight even for the Warden here. Meant things were out of hand, out of control for them, and it'll reflect badly, no? "Cheer up, Boss man." He moved his gaze to the arm, raising it slowly to tease the tightness and nodding his head in thanks as he was fitted into a sling to keep the stitches well still under its wrapping. "I'll get better and wipe the floor with them within the rules." Einri wasn't to deny himself a realistic view now and well, being under arrest and in a cell gave him plenty of time to work out, to mine and get his gains back from being a little too relaxed behind bars.

It wasn't like Beorn was missing him, out there in fuck knows where. He had all the time in the world to transform himself back to the monster he really could be. "Can I be cheeky and ask for a heavy protein meal set as a pick me up?" A hand rose to rest on Wrio's own at that point, squeezing it under a hot palm. "Thanks for the wraps." He won't promise it won't happen again, but he will do his best to be less tossed about like a rag doll. "Sorry for the extra paperwork, by the by."

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you were the only person i could go to. //for Narciso 😈

It was a commotion and half, that was for sure. Someone was on a prowl and it causing a mess of many voices in the shadows and yet it was his door was knocked politely and now opening due to the butlers under Narciso's name that they were given the reason to the nights activities. A storm was brewing, scented in blood and aftermath of flames in the clouds, another brewing in the dangers this proposed for many of their species and yet, Narciso couldn't say he wasn't a fool for change. As he stood from his chair near the open fire, book and drink aside, he greeted the foyer with his presence to stare upon Nezumi with eyes that spoke of many questions, wariness and yet still, openness to their being in his estate. "You've done something foolish, Nezumi." Though he couldn't say he wasn't of the same passions. Mingling with humans, as if they were apex predators and hoping they too saw the benefits of working together and not killing each other was something harder to make happen than preach upon.

"Get inside, Sybil, run him a bath and a change of clothes from my own. Mattia, fetch him a meal to warm him through." Narciso did little else at that point, his manor sudden shifting to life with movements of loyal servants moving to set alight candles and welcoming the human amongst their colder selves. "Come, a room will be prepared for you with a bath ready. I hope you can tell me what it is you've done to warrant my safety as your shield." Doors closed, locked and windows the same. As much as he loved his own kind, they were a rather violent bunch when tensions were higher.

Inhaling and sighing it free from his frame, Narciso moved throughout the halls of his grand home and guided Nezumi to the room cleaned out and polished without a speck of dust in sight. The bed was stilling being made upon their arrival, but it was finished the moment his towels and change of clothes were bought in after the human. The bathroom was steamed warm… "Must I aid you in first aid, Nezumi?" He was doing his best to not scent the room, to breath in any form really because he was not in the need of wanting to be salivating at a vulnerable human in his domain. "Everyone, you are dismissed." So, that the human was on his own. Though Narciso remained, he was at a distance, arms crossed loose over his frame as he looked them over in worry and wonder.

"I'll… be downstairs, the meal will be ready for you to join me. If you seek it in your own room, call for it with the bell." It was on the wall near the bed, a direct line to the kitchen. "If I do not see you this side of the moon, rest well." He turned to leave at that point, he wasn't to drag it out if Nezumi wasn't to trust him with things but Narciso wasn't a vampire that was bitter and unwelcoming to those in need, so he held his wonder and instead told his creations to clean the manor thoroughly again, keep his own jitters at bay as he hoped he wouldn't have to slaughter those of his own kind for protection again. "Now I see why Father moved with his other half these days…"

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" do you ever think before you speak? you should try it. " wriothesley to einri

Einri turned to look at Wriothesley, side by side, though shorter, he still held a presence with his hands on hips and chin high. The outlier of this place could only sniff with his reply, a noise and action to show his barbarianisms compared to these fancy folks and well, the ideals he was happy to portray for their needs to warrant the lack of understanding and clear signs of an ignorance and racism in the masses of frilly dresses and classist rich shits. It wasn't to say that Einri looked like he didn't belong here, he was dashing in his garments. Stolen, but no one else was to know that, yet he fit right in. Just the tattoo's upon his face were hard to hide with make-up and constant drinking flutes of wine. It wasn't so much undercover for Wrio but more so, woops, we're in the same place for two different things - no you don't see me, oh shit, you're here now.

So, Einri might have some explaining to do, but he wasn't to hold his tongue on his acting just yet. The night was long, but the information here was tighter than a freshly made lock not it gave Einri time to weasel his way around the floor and out of the building to the shadows where he did 'disappear' in a sense but only to end up in the chest of Wrio's frame that was so expertly waiting for him. "… H'ah'." Lowering shoulders, nose nestled above arms and forehead like a magnet to their pecs. The Archer took a moment to lean on them since they were to not be moved yet. "Well…" Ahem. A step back, a hand to lips, chin smeared from foundation and golden shimmers of his markings shine through. "I didn't expect you to get here so fast, not gunna lie. Was hoping to be in and out before your folks turned up…" A click of his tongue at his own dawdling inside but hey, his sticky fingers had an itch. His pockets were fat… really fat.

"I didn't steal anything they'll miss…?" Well, admitting to something like that to the Warden wasn't the greatest idea, as it was seen in their face all the same. "Ah." Yeah, well… his hands did raise palms up with a face of defeat. "Mhm, you'd think I'd know how to use it infront of hot men but ah, you're just a weakness of my lips. Loose and happy to open anytime." And again… well… ahem. His head lowered with humour and pink on the nape of his neck. He couldn't help himself at all could he.

"Ah, just lock me up, Wrio."

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his cheek is smooshed against kenta's shoulder, the immortal's hand taken by itachi, where he traces over the lines in their palm. aoku is somewhere in the vicinity, more than a little smug with himself after pestering the chick to eat and rest for more than a few minutes. the summon stayed out of sight but was more than delighted when itachi caught kenta in his sights. but itachi was simply smothering kenta as only the feline could. if that means he's nuzzling and purring and leaving his scent all over his friend, well, that's his business.

It was a trap.

He should have known in all honesty and yet here he was, willingly sitting and allowing himself to be weighed down by a person that was changing for the better as always. As he stared upon the room and window ahead, he could only sigh within defeat and eased himself into a state of relaxing. He had work to do, never really seemed to stop with his methods of living through the Yakuza, but it was still tiring when he didn't sleep for months on end out of habit and not so much from the lack of brain power since any damager in his noggin just healed itself over and over and over and over.

Sniffing once, he turned his head aside to look down at the skunk stripe of Itachi's roots, the sight that made him take it in that yeah, whilst he didn't age any more, nor ache, nor hurt from his lengthy time on this planet. Itachi was growing fast, ageing slow for humans due to his bloodline and Deity blessings no less, but he was still gaining more and more wrinkles. Fushimi was becoming the same, though he was an Oni, he was still human too. Ageing was probably going to slow if he taps into the yokai blood more but who's to say?

It was a long moment until Kenta found himself looking away from those white strands, looking back to the commotion of Aoku fluttering into a nest of his own and resting much like the rest of them at the current. Sighing once more and allowing his lashes to fall with the shimmer of the sun on his skin, the immortal could only dismiss his long-time thoughts and promptly toss them both back onto the cushions, wrapping arm and leg around the Jaguar and settling in once more. "You win." Just for this evening though.

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When another immortal puts animals above humans... The world will be an okay place for a good while.

Cat belly. Oomph.

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yo yo yo might write today see how my brain works

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rosyy-coosy

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G morning my loves

How are weeeee

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"For one silver, would you let a man sniff you and tell you that you're pretty?"

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For those of us who have multiple characters... the struggle is real.

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Wuwa Livestream AND Solo Leveling season 2 trailer?

God, I'm glowing rn.