#╰ ♤ threads.

[necrostar]

How unbelievably embarrassing. Him, the great Bakura, the master of stealth, the clear know-it-all of everything... got locked out his own house again. This time, however, with his lockpicking set still inside. He'd forgotten it when he left that morning.

And now, with nowhere else to go, he was at his doorstep like a stray. What a nightmare. It was one thing if he was here for... literally anything else. It's another when you need something.

Without a word, face tinged red, he knocked with the side of his fist.

"Atem! It's me, open the door!" He barked, stepping back with his arms crossed. He looked impatient, annoyed, and most importantly: like a wet cat. It poured rain the entire way over. Even the sky wanted to point and laugh at him.

@kitxkatrp

[masked-sluts]

where: utp | when: night time | whom: open to all

Jason leans against his motorcycle, scanning the dark streets and otherwise being bored. He really should just drive around and see what pops up, but he's really not in the mood.

He sighs when he hears something from the alley behind him.

"Your stealth really needs some improvement," he calls without looking back. "I can hear you even in this bucket."

He taps his red helmet, emphasizing his point.

[kiranxturner]

@ofruinations (adonis)

"So, what's it going to be this week?" Kiran could never quite pin down whether or not he liked Adonis or despised him. The difficult thing was that they were similar, so it seemed as of Kiran's opinion of Adonis waffled the way his opinion of himself did. Though, one thing they often agreed on, was how to spend time off. "Coffee this week? Behave ourselves a bit?"

[thrcughthewccds]

where: some woods | when: day time | whom: @courageguided Lance

Flynn rides along the road, head whipping about, trying to find landmarks he might recognize.

He's not lost.

He's not.

He's just gotten confused.

Maximus had decided to stay in Corona with Ray, which makes sense even though he would've been more useful to Flynn in remembering all the ways back.

Okay, he's lost.

He sighs and slows down. He hears hooves getting closer, and he looks up as a horse, and its rider turns a bend.

"Excuse me!" he calls out, waving his arms. "Mind helping a guy out?"

[thr0whands]

@erad1cator gets painful birthday thing from dominik mysterio.

for two years, it was dominik mysterio and rhea ripley. for two years, they had shenanigans with the other. she saw him become champion on nxt, encouraged him, pushed him to his very limit until he achieved his goals. and for those same two years, they had spent her birthday together without anyone else. just the two of them without the other members of the judgment day. birthday tweets, instagram posts, dominik and rhea always took photos together not caring about the rest of the world. he always had birthday gifts ready for her, birthday dinner and even a birthday cake. but this year? this year was completely different. they were no longer together and dominik had done the one thing that he never thought, not until at least finn brought it to his attention. and that was to betray rhea in the worst way possible and hook up with liv morgan. but at the end of the day, dominik wasn't heartless and he knew how much this day meant to rhea. picking up his phone from the couch, he quickly sent her a birthday message, it read: ❝ hey, probably the last person you wanted to hear from today. especially today of all days, but i still wanted to wish you a happy birthday. and regardless of what has happened between us, i still care about you, mami. and if this message means anything to you, please reply. maybe we can see each other tonight? go out for dinner or something. if not, well, happy birthday anyway, mami. ❞

[hiraween]

🂱 starter with @vwestergaard

                                    ·. bar pérola negra.

ʿ ❀ ༘⋆                                      ​fazia algumas horas que hira estava ali... ou apenas alguns minutos? não sabia. a verdade é que sendo um peso leve para bebidas, tomava alguns goles e já estava passando por suas fases de bêbada. atualmente estava na fase 3, a melancolia. os olhos brilhosos com as lágrimas não derramadas, as bochechas coradas com o fato de tentar segurar o choro, o lábio inferior quase sendo projetado em um biquinho... deplorável essa fase. não demoraria para passar, mas, enquanto isso, fungava baixinho tomando mais um gole daquela bebida azul. ❝ ── mamãe acha meus cactos feios. eles não feios, são lindos. ❞ reclamou assim que percebeu que não estava sozinha ali no balcão, os olhos verdes se voltaram para a figura ao lado e viu a hans, logo então balançando a mão para produzir um cacto. esse não era bonito, estava torto, era marrom com espinhos roxos e nem tinha flores. ❝ ── ah não, este está parecendo um casulo podre de mariposa. meus cactos são feios, verena. mamãe tem razão. ❞

[coffinburied]

location : bellamy's apartment tagging : @fvckthepctriarchy

bellamy leaned his forehead against the kitchen counter, letting out a breath that he didn't realize he'd been holding. regardless of how many times he'd done public appearances, he could never get used to it. it made him appreciate how his sibling had taken on the burden alone for as long as he could remember. he was free to take up guitar, join a band, and do fuck-all without worrying because of it. " i've got no clue how you deal with this, sage, " he said, standing up to look at his sibling properly. he moved to pull his hair out of the low bun he had thrown it in, wincing as the tie tangled in his hair. " they're like vultures, i swear. or maybe a lion would be a better comparison. they actually asked me about electric touch today. and it felt like any answer i gave them would be too much? you make this shit look so easy. " he fought with the tangled hair tie before sighing in defeat. " can you help me with this? i think i'm just making it worse. "

[lilxmcrtes]

@agentjjkelly liked for a starter

                                                                ~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~

"You're not from around here are you?" Lorelei sat with her elbows on the table, resting her chin on her interlaced fingers. As a succubus, she found it rather easy to read people, their energy, including things like being a vampire or a siren. But this one was different from everyone else at this academy. Something that seemed rather bland in comparison to the rest. It was curious but she wouldn't be losing any sleep over it.

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[runcnlove]

[ O P E N for Quentin; set in the Mosaic verse and in spirit sort of continuing this and this, in a way that it's gonna be a different story since I'm writing El in it but with scenes resembling those still sort of happening previous to this one, because I can't quite put 'Eliot falling ill not that long after Ari passes away' plot out of my mind, not to mention I have such a soft spot for stories about one character taking care of the other when they are sick / recovering, and imagining these two in this scenario is 😘👌 ]

Eliot wakes when something warm and heavy just enough to feel comforting without being suffocating ( quilt, his brain supplies helpfully, sleep-hazy as it still is ) lands on top of him, smoothed out by the gentle touch of hands he would ( and did ) recognize anywhere and anywhen, even running a high fever.

The same hands then move to his forehead, feeling wonderfully cool against his still a little too warm skin, but he lolls his head to the side a little to escape the caress, the temperature check.

You worry too much, Q. You're gonna get wrinkles before your age.

Quentin's sweet sweet care felt nice when Eliot was sick but now he's recovering, there's no need for the other man to look as worried as he knows he does without even needing to open his eyes – Eliot feels guilty enough for all the sleepless nights and premature gray hairs he caused Q already, not to mention the flashbacks the other man probably experienced that Eliot is very very carefully not thinking about because it would break his heart all over again.

( Ari was as much a part of him as she was a part of Q; the closest friend he'd had after Margo and Q himself, and the only close friend he's had in this reality... losing her, and so young, hit hard, and he still hasn't let himself feel the grief fully – couldn't, really, because then he knows he'd fall apart, and Q and Teddy needed him to be the strong one )

There's a familiar small warm weight pressed against his side ( Teddy, he'd dozed off telling him a bedtime story, he remembers now, the boy's curiosity prolonging it way past his scheduled bedtime and Eliot's recent illness making him tire much too easily during the day and doze off multiple times a day, though usually not for long, just minutes at a time sometimes ), so Eliot opts to focus on him first, blinking his eyes open to watch that dear little face, peaceful in his sleep, and leaning down to place a kiss against the top of the little boy's sweet-smelling head.

Then, he finally lolls his head back to look at Q, giving him a wide smile even though keeping his eyes open more than half-way still feels like too much effort – he's so warm and comfy, he might go right back to sleep as soon as they finish talking.

❛ Hey, ❜ his voice is hoarse, both from the illness he'd suffered through and the bedtime story that unexpectedly stretched for hours, and Eliot swallows, clears his throat and tries again ( he sounds no better, though ), ❛ You're frowning again. Don't. I'm fine. ❜

[dcgbird]

tag dump.

[necrostar]

Ah, how lucky he was to linger around these parts of Domino at night. If he couldn't go out and stare at the stars like he wanted, then he could spread his annoyance and irritation to someone else (and make some money, too)! A low chuckle left his throat as he counted the yen from the latest pilfered wallet.

"Hope you weren't saving this for anything, idiot." Bakura mumbled under his breath. Look at this! This is enough for groceries for at least the week! Score of the night, most likely. Stupid tourists. They always make themselves obvious and don't even bother protecting themselves from pickpockets. Ah, well, his gain and their loss! 

The wallet in question, once he was done, was 'dropped' in an alleyway. Best to make it look like someone else forgot it. Besides, in a place like this? Where everyone was either drunk or a tourist? Who would notice? 

Perhaps everyone except, well, them. The wealthy side of town that bordered this one. His gaze wandered up the rather nice buildings, an internal disgust churning inside of him. Imagine having so much money you can literally live above the poor. With just one gaze out a skyline window, you can pretend it's nothing but their pretentious selves with the little plebians scuttling beneath their feet. Tch.

But alas, he had to walk that way to go home. And they always stared and sneered at him. They knew he didn't belong. He knew he didn't belong. But one way or another, he had to go home to his little poor house and live his little poor life because he wasn't born made out of gold. He was fuming just thinking about it.

Fuming so much, in fact, that a silly little thought crossed his mind.  'Hey, Bakura, have you thought about trying the nightlife? I heard it's great for stealing.' 'But I don't have an ID. I know they check those, I pass by it every other night!' 'I know, but didn't you steal from Ryo the other night by mistake? You still have his wallet!'

He still has Ryo's wallet. Fuck it! Come on Barbie, we're gonna party!

And off he went, bolting to practically the first one he saw. But, dare he say, the lady right in front of him looks familiar. Where did he see that face before...?

@my-ohh-mai

[masked-sluts]

where: kori's apartment | when: utp | whom: @superesque Kori

Jason knocks on the apartment door with a self assured swagger. He knows Dick is out of town so the hot alien that resides here is definitely free. The batboys have been known to share but seeing Jason have sex with some lovers pisses Dick off in a way that just brings a smile to Jason's face. Especially when Dick decides to get his revenge the next time he and Jason are alone together.

But today isn't about Dick. Yet.

Today is about the man he hasn't seen in a long while.

"Kori," he purrs when the door opens.

[thrcughthewccds]

Yukine places one kiss on the back of Kamran's neck before he pulls back to slam hard inside of him. And that's all it takes for Yukine to fuck Kamran hard. He grips his hips tight and even leans back slightly to get a good angle up into him.

"You're going to cum hands free," he orders. "You're going to show your deference to an immortal king by taking his seed. Now let me hear you."

Kamran relaxes his back and lets the Snow King in, his legs shaking from the pleasure. It takes him all his strength to stand still while being tongue fucked, his fingers digging into the wall. He lets out a sigh of relief at the praise, and the cock fills him up. It is as though a rod of ice enters him at a painstakingly slow pace. A low moan and whimper spill out of him, but he is if anything well trained. He doesn't back up to fuck himself on Yukine. He patiently awaits the king to plow him fully, even though his cock is rock hard and leaking uncontrollably.

[thrcughthewccds]

where: utp | when: day time | whom: @damselin-stress

Flynn is scouting places to visit with Ray once the prince isn't caught up in princely duties and all that nonsense. He misses his husband terribly, but he can't wait to bring Ray to all of these places. He'll see the smile light up his face brighter than the sundrop he'd been blessed by.

He's in some town in some realm (he'd forgotten because this portal system is confusing as fuck) and just wandering the streets. It's a warm place which is nice. Much better than the North Pole.

He sees someone struggling to the side of the road, and he has a brief internal debate. Usually, this would be none of his business. But then he hears Ray's voice in his head, and he sighs.

He walks up to the struggling man. "Need a hand, handsome?"

[thrcughthewccds]

Flynn makes an offended sound and makes an exaggerated expression down at Auri.

"You think I'd be so insecure that I'd use a potion to get a bigger dick? Or are you just a greedy minx?"

He grins and latches his mouth to Auri's neck to kiss and suck a large hickey there. At the same time he pulls back and gives a quick thrust into Auri's tight heat. Fuck! If Flynn were a weaker man, he might've cum right then and there.

But he's stronger than that. not to mention he needs to make sure his lover is taken care of as well.

He starts slow, letting Auri reacclimate to his massive dick.

"I love you too." Auri breathed as he flushed with want, having sex with Flynn was something more transcendent than just sex, it was like they were connecting of a deep spiritual level. Flynn fit him so perfectly, it was how he pushed against his insides, filled him up and made him moan without ever hurting him. The taste of his lips, the smell of his breath. The way their skin touched, heated and wanton. They really were soulmates. Nothing felt better than being with Flynn.

Auri clenches his ass around his lover's cock as he presses his forehead to Flynn's staring back into his eyes, fingers combing back through Flynn's hair, down his neck and along his back as if he was mapping his lover by touch. "I would do anything for you." he moaned softly as he began to push his hips up and into the other man.

"You feel so good. I think you got bigger while you were gone. Drinking potions in Wonderland?"

[runcnlove]

@doorinthepage ( Eliot ) gets kind of a side thing to this because Teddy is a precious, helpful bean who wants his Papa to get better and was being very loud about it; also because Eliot deserves so be loved and cared for as much as possible

Teddy peaked into the bedroom, hugging Bae the Bear tightly to him with one arm, to find his Papa asleep, the sight making his brow furrow.

Papa has been staying in bed for the better part of the last couple of days. Sleeping, mostly, with Dada sitting beside him, a deep furrow etched between his brows, making him look so sad and so tired, it set Teddy's nerves on edge, too.

( The fact that the whole situation is reminding him more and more of when his Mama was sick right before she had to go away to a place so far away she couldn't come back didn't help at all )

Right now Dada is outside, though, for the first time in days, tending to Papa's garden, those plants that needed immediate attention. The colored tiles that have been as much a part of Teddy's life as bedtime stories are lying where Dada left them the first day Papa didn't get out of bed for breakfast, after finishing the latest picture – design, his parents called it – and tearing it all up, scattering the tiles around the base in such anger Teddy has only seen a handful of times from him ( mostly, after Mama got sick ).

Looking back over his shoulder to the front door of the cottage and seeing his Dada still kneeling on the ground beside one of the many garden beds surrounding their home, Teddy slipped into the bedroom and pattered softly over to the bed.

❛ Papa? ❜ he called but since he was trying to be quiet because Dada said they shouldn't talk too loudly when Papa is sleeping so as not to disturb his rest, the word ended up being barely audible and probably not enough to be picked up by another ear.

As such, he received no response, which worried him even more, because his parents usually responded when he called them ( even if it was a sleepy and barely intelligible not-quite-word, it was still a response ).

Mind in all honesty made up even before he crossed the threshold, Teddy pushed Bae the Bear up to rest against the pillow first and then climbed up on the bed himself, ending up sitting on his knees by his father's side.

❛ Papa, ❜ he whispered again and leaned in towards his father as if to share a secret, young voice full of innocent worry and yearning to help, ❛ Bae and I are here to take care of you. ❜

He then reached out to touch Papa's face, too pale yet his cheeks too red at the same time for his liking, but his fingers accidentally bumped into the cloth draped over Eliot's forehead to soothe his fever instead.

Finding it warm, Teddy pulled it off, distinctly remembering that it should be cold, looked around until he found the bowl filled with water perched on the bedside table and dropped the cloth into the bowl, water splashing a bit on the bed and on him, the way Dada did it.

Sloshing it around in the water, which wasn't cold but was definitely cooler than the cloth, for a bit, he pulled it out and was going to put it back on his father's forehead when he remembered that's not how he saw adults do it, be it his Dada or Papa or Mama.

Gripping the opposite ends of the cloth, he wrung it out over the bowl first, his hands too small and not as strong as adults' to squeeze out nearly as much water as necessary, so a couple of cool drops fell on Eliot's face, neck and rolled under his collar when Teddy folded the cloth neatly and draped it again over his father's forehead, patting it a couple of times for good measure.

The boy then curled up against his father's side and laid his head on his chest, right over his heart, blinking rapidly to get rid of tears welling hot in his eyes and making his chest feel tight.

❛ Papa, please, get better here, ❜ he murmured, sounding much more serious and heartbroken than a child should have any reason to, ❛ I don't want you to go away like Mama. I don't want to miss you, too. I don't want Dada to be so sad all the time and throw things again. ❜

Teddy then turned his head to bury his face into his father's shirt and wept, as much for his father's attention as because the worry and sadness he felt were so overwhelming, he had to let them out somehow.