#Fox Premium

[ethereal-themes]

FOX: ALL-IN-ONE RP UNIVERSE PAGE BY ETHEREAL THEMES

preview - get the code on payhip ($10) ; matching character page - jones ($10)

All-In-One RP Universe Page

Navigation: Home + Character page link with the popup icons for the plot, ask/submit, neighborhoods, locations and tags/navigation

This is a pop-up theme, see below for specifics on each section. 

Color options for: background, text, two main accents, content backgrounds, color overlays + more

Plot:

Large "Welcome" section, "Town History" section, "About" section, "Blog Stats" section, 150x150 Town Avatar

Ask/FAQ (all sections scrolling):

Large "FAQ" section, "Rules" section, large "Ask/Submit" box section

Neighborhoods Grid:

A wide 2 block wide image (440x185)

A long 2 block tall image (185x440)

A square, 1 block wide/tall image (185x185)

A color overlay square, 1 block wide/tall image (225x225)

*Uses masonry to auto-build the design so use the blocks you like best

Locations (info sections scrolling) - Filtering:

Filters navigation bar. By default these are arranged for location type (food/drink, health, rec, houses, etc) and by status (for rent, for sale, help wanted and under co)

Each location has a 185x185 square image with the info showing on hover. The info includes a location name and two lines of info text plus additional space for info.

Navigation/Tags Grid:

Style one is solid color block with links

Style two is a color overlay background image with links

Mix and match or use one style

Don’t use as base code, remove credit or claim as your own. Do edit any feature to make it your own.

Advanced HTML to edit colors and information as this is only available as an HTML page; box + table size changes not recommended. Let me know if you come across any issues.

[thewandererh]

🦑 Will You Snail? 2022 Art Dump 5 [ first - prev - next ]

dallin! dallin warning !!! my class was reading Outsiders back in 2022 when i got into wys for the first time and i could not stop imagining dally as this silly guy. i love the way the story’s told through the logs ingame. when i first got into wys in 2022 i played the game like…golly. i finished it 6 different times or something. i would tell you my hours on that game but i’ve switched steam accounts since then. i can find it through if my curiosity persists tho. but yeah dallin! dally! dingus! and unicorn! loving the vibes of having an ai companion in a world that’s slowly ending. this game is so nuts thank you jonas <33

[aperint]

Se les va a extrañar

Se les va a extrañar #aperturaintelectual #deportesaintelectual @aguilarpalafox @Luis Aguilar Palafox Luis Felipe Aguilar Palafox

Por: Luis Felipe Aguilar Palafox El pasado domingo 5 de marzo dio inicio la temporada 2023 de la Fórmula 1, y con ello se pudieron ver cambios en escuderías, pilotos y autos. Pero uno de los cambios más notables se dio para los fanáticos mexicanos que cada domingo de evento seguían a la máxima categoría del deporte motor a través de Fox Sports o Fox Sports Premium. Las voces autorizadas de…

[chappanbhogmakhana]

Discover the Health Benefits of Fox Nuts with Chappan Bhog Makhana

When it comes to healthy, delicious, and satisfying snacks, Fox Nuts (also known as Makhana) are gaining popularity. These crunchy, light, and nutrient-packed snacks have been a part of traditional Indian diets for centuries, and today, they are making waves as one of the healthiest snack options available on the market. If you’re looking for a healthy snack that is both flavorful and beneficial to your well-being, look no further than Chappan Bhog Makhana.

At Chappan Bhog, we offer premium, roasted Fox Nuts online that cater to your health-conscious snacking needs. Whether you’re seeking a wholesome snack for a mid-day energy boost or looking for a healthy alternative to satisfy your cravings, Makhana is the perfect choice. Not only do these snacks taste delicious, but they also come packed with numerous health benefits that make them an ideal snack for people of all ages.

What Are Fox Nuts (Makhana)?

Fox Nuts, also known as Makhana or Euryale Fox, are the edible seeds of a water plant native to India and parts of Asia. These seeds are harvested from aquatic plants and then dried and roasted to create the crunchy snack we all know and love. Fox Nuts are light, low in calories, and packed with proteins, vitamins, and minerals that contribute to a well-balanced diet.

Health Benefits of Makhana

Rich in Antioxidants Fox Nuts are rich in antioxidants that help fight free radicals in the body. These antioxidants play a crucial role in reducing oxidative stress, which can lead to various chronic conditions such as heart disease, diabetes, and even cancer. Regular consumption of Makhana can help improve your overall health by boosting immunity and protecting your cells from damage.

Promotes Heart Health These tiny seeds are rich in flavonoids and polyphenols, which are known to have heart-protective properties. Fox Nuts help in reducing bad cholesterol levels (LDL) while promoting good cholesterol (HDL). This can help reduce the risk of heart disease and maintain overall cardiovascular health.

Aids in Weight Management For those looking to maintain or lose weight, Fox Nuts are an excellent option. These low-calorie snacks are high in fiber, which aids digestion and promotes feelings of fullness. By including roasted Fox Nuts in your diet, you can curb unhealthy cravings while ensuring you get the nutrients your body needs.

Boosts Kidney Health Fox Nuts are known for their diuretic properties, which help in flushing out toxins from the body. They are also known to improve kidney health by reducing the chances of kidney-related ailments. Their ability to regulate water retention and maintain electrolyte balance makes them a go-to snack for those concerned about their kidney health.

Good for Bone Health Rich in calcium and magnesium, Fox Nuts are an excellent choice for strengthening bones and teeth. Regular consumption of Makhana can help improve bone density and prevent conditions like osteoporosis, making it a great snack for children, elderly people, and everyone in between.

Diabetic-Friendly Fox Nuts have a low glycemic index, which makes them ideal for people with diabetes or those looking to manage their blood sugar levels. They don’t cause sudden spikes in blood sugar levels, making them a safe snack option for diabetics.

Why Choose Chappan Bhog Makhana?

At Chappan Bhog, we are committed to offering the best quality Fox Nuts that are roasted to perfection. Our premium Makhana snacks are available for purchase online, ensuring that you have easy access to a healthy snack choice, no matter where you are. Here are a few reasons why our Makhana is the top choice for health-conscious individuals:

100% Natural & Pure: We ensure that our Fox Nuts are grown without the use of harmful chemicals or preservatives, providing you with a pure and wholesome snack.

Roasted to Perfection: Our Makhana is carefully roasted to bring out the rich flavor while retaining all its nutritional benefits.

Variety of Flavors: Whether you prefer the traditional, plain roasted Fox Nuts or want to explore exciting flavors, we offer a wide range of options to cater to every taste.

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Are you ready to add healthy and delicious Fox Nuts to your daily diet? Visit Chappan Bhog Makhana to explore our range of roasted Fox Nuts online. Whether you're looking for a nutritious snack for work, a quick bite during your workout, or a healthy treat to satisfy your cravings, our premium Makhana snacks are the perfect choice.

Enjoy the goodness of Fox Nuts with Chappan Bhog’s commitment to quality, taste, and health. Buy premium Makhana snacks online today and experience the crunch that’s good for you!

[burningnightpirate]

Discover the Best IPTV Service Providers for 2024!

Are you tired of buffering issues, poor video quality, and high subscription costs? Say goodbye to those frustrations and hello to seamless streaming with our top picks for IPTV service providers in 2024. Whether you're in the USA, UK, or Canada, we’ve got you covered!

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Best in the USA

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Best International Service

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Benefits of IPTV:

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Customer Support: 24/7 support is essential for resolving any issues promptly.

Installation Guide:

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iOS Devices: Download and install an IPTV app from the App Store.

Choose the best IPTV service provider for you and enjoy seamless streaming with top-quality content. Happy watching!

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[indecisive-dizzy]

This is so Daisey/Eddie coded I’m spiraling rn I love them

Also should I make a Daisey/Eddie or Daisey/Howdy playlist? I have more ideas for the Daisey and Eddie one, but I like the Daisey and Howdy idea a little more :,3

god that song is so good thx for giving me a new lil jam

I say both! throw the ideas for the Daisey/Eddie one down then crack into the Daisey/Howdy one! and I say that bc idk how ur mind works but ik if I don't get an idea down quickly enough it's banished to the shadow realm never to return lmao so yeaaa

Srsly tho I make so many playlists all the time,, so I encourage just going for both! the more the merrier hehe

[sunveiledrp]

Fox Spirit

In legends born to the East lie the origin of the fox spirit. Born with four legs and one tail, these foxes are tricksters, able to shift into a human form. With a reputation for bewitching mortals, they are neither good nor evil; a fox spirit is a selfish, mischievous creature. But a fox always repays a favor tenfold, and if treated with respect, they give that treatment back. But never cross a fox spirit or break its promise, for it spells your demise. With their immortality comes an unending thrill for sabotage, and their high pitched laughs echo behind those unfortunate enough to feel their wrath. Abilities: true form, fox fire, voice projection, claw retraction, invisibility, illusion Weaknesses: shadow, dogs, true tail, promises

Species Upgrade: Ninetails

When a fox gains its ninth tail, it ascends in knowledge, power, and influence, cementing its immortality. Wise and loyal creatures, they are collectively referred to as ninetails. There are two varieties: Celestial and Umbral Foxes. Celestial Fox Abilities: flight, solar flare, solar generation, star travel Umbral Fox Abilities: dark generation, night vision, shadow heal, shadow hop

[johnbrand]

Silver Fox News

Out of breath, Richie shut the door behind him. The sun was already shining into his childhood home, the suburban frame one he had seen little of over the last four years. With his college a few states over, Richie was practically only home for the holidays, spending his summers at local internships that kept him away from where he grew up. He did not have anything against his town, or his dad for that matter; he had simply always been too busy. And now, freshly graduated and without a job quite yet, Richie had returned for the time being.

“Dad?” Richie called out, searching the kitchen. Typically, his father waited for him once he got back from his morning run, seated at the counter with a morning coffee and whatever protein-stuffed breakfast appeased him. But now, Richie could not find his dad anywhere.

“Scott?” Richie tried, but no response. Sweat dribbled down his lean, hairless frame. He liked to keep slim and clean-looking, knowing it was attractive for the men he usually slept with. While quite the flirt back in his college town, Richie had yet to hook up with anyone at home. He still had not had that talk with his father yet.

Richie scouted a bit longer, eventually finding his father in the master bedroom. Digging through his closet, Scott seemed to be tossing out all his blue clothing. Anything remotely near that shade even. After another “Dad?” Richie finally caught his father’s attention. Richie had only been home for a few days now, but he had never seen his father so invested in a task and yet, so out of it completely.

“Have you watched the news this morning, son?” Scott asked, to Richie's surprise.

“Uh, no…?”  The sweat had already dried against his exposed frame by that point, so without bothering to take a shower, Richie followed his father out into the living room. He just hoped whatever it was his father wanted him to see would be short, as he was practically naked besides his running shorts. Grabbing the remote, Richie did not expect the first channel to be a Fox News affiliate.

“Really, dad?” Richie questioned. He had never placed his father as the conservative type. He had typically been more independent, while Richie’s perspective was wholly liberal. It was a bit strange to see the network, but maybe Scott had changed while he had been away in college. Speaking of which, had his father always been so salt-and-peppered on top? Richie also took a moment to appreciate his father’s musculature, which he had somehow not noticed until now.

Richie returned his eyes to the screen. On top of the typical Fox News logo was the word “Silver” in an old fashioned font. And instead of the typical newscasters, stories, and lineup, there was just a slide displaying some text. 

“Thank you for tuning into Silver Fox News. Your program will begin shortly.”

“Did you buy some kind of premium subscription?” Richie openly questioned his father, who seemed to be absorbed by the television. “Okay, you got me in front of the news; what did you want to show me?”

Richie’s answer came quickly. The text disappeared, revealing a simple red spiral with flashing commands. It was not anything special, but it was enough.

“Pretty colors…swirling…” Richie slurred after a minute, his tongue becoming heavy in his mouth. “Soothing, silky…the spiral is so…hot…I love…the spiral…I love this feeling…I listen…to the spiral…”

When major research institutions began to announce their predictions of voter turnout for the upcoming election, alarms began to ring off within the Republican party. An assumed 41 million Gen Z voters would be hauling into polling stations, with numbers as high as 43% confirmed to be liberal. It was a staunch difference, one that many leaders could not accept. So instead of following the traditional tactics to sway voters like they had in the past, they decided to take a new route. Why sway voters, when you could make them?

Thanks to the research and funding of a certain well-known tech billionaire, the necessary resources were simple. Leaders believed that the easiest way to eliminate the problem was by creating the solution in the most efficient way possible. Social aspects would include basic background, education, and upbringing. Physical aspects would manage age, size, and demographic. Mental aspects would focus on tradition, individuality, and compliance. But the beauty of it all was that the programmers did very little of the work. Instead, they simply utilized the victim’s preconceived notions.

“What does…being Republican…mean to me…?” Richie drawled, his voice having dropped an octave since the program began. Instead of installing a literal trigger into the victim, the channel exploited the stereotypical beliefs victims already held. “I must become…Republican…that means…middle-aged…suburban…uneducated…Christian…”

As Richie chanted his prejudices out like a spell, his body was subsequently altered. His age more than doubled, ripping away the hair from his head and leaving the beginnings of a horseshoe to splatter the rest across his body. Wrinkles and age lines began to form, but so did musculature as his body beefed up, becoming stronger in the way that most Conservative men naturally are. Daily maintenance of a large suburban home did that to a man after all. 

“Traditional…simple…heterosexual…” Richie continued as a beard formed around his lips. His past was rewritten to better fit the portrait he was painting. Sundays in church, dropping out of high school to later receive a GED, working hard to earn his privilege and not understanding why it was handed to others. Fear of God, fear of big government, fear of outsiders influencing how things were. Disgust for “progress,” disgust for pronouns, disgust for sexual interactions with other males. Pride in his country, pride in being a male, and pride in taking nothing from nobody.

“...handsome…masculine…arrogant…” Before this had all began, researchers already knew that many of their victims would end up the same, as the stereotype of the average Republican was firmly held. What they had not predicted however was the amount of people who held hidden desires for this “average Republican.” A hypothesis arose quickly: if the liberal holds stronger prejudices, then they will become a more attractive Republican. “...alpha…virile…superior…” The choice of naming their channel "Silver Fox News" had been an appropriate one.

Richie, or Dick as he would now be referred to, would certainly provide further evidence to support their theory. As the program finished, the new, Republican silver fox readjusted back into reality, finding his best bud Scott standing before him. Dick could not remember what had just happened, but he liked what Scott laid out as a plan for the rest of the day. Work in the garage for a few hours, run out and purchase the new Trump propaganda, and then end the night at a Hooters. Dick could not decide which part of the plan he would enjoy the most, but clutching his massive pouch, he knew which he was most excited for.

[solxamber]

Ramshackle, 4, fluff :]

You have very fun writings! Love to see what you end up doing for the event, make sure to take breaks and not to burn yourself out!

thank you so much!! and i will 🫶🫶

Fox in Denial || Fellow Honest

For the Holiday Event! || Prompt: "I'm NOT jealous" ; Genre: Fluff

The door creaked open as you stepped into the cozy, albeit cluttered, living space you shared with Fellow and Gidel. The scent of Gidel’s freshly made stew wafted through the air, and you couldn’t help but smile as you kicked off your shoes. “I’m home!” you called out.

“Finally,” Fellow said, lounging dramatically on the couch, his arm draped over the backrest like some stage actor caught mid-performance. “What, did you get lost on the way back? Or maybe you found someone else more fun to hang out with, huh?”

The mischievous glint in his eye made you laugh. “Oh, absolutely. I was swept away by an entirely different crowd of fox beastmen. They had better jokes than you, too.”

Fellow sputtered. “Excuse me?! Better jokes? No chance. My jokes are premium grade-A material!”

“Sure, sure.” You crossed the room, shrugging off your coat. Fellow was still staring at you, though his posture had shifted slightly. His tail flicked once, betraying his irritation.

Gidel, stirring the stew in the corner, raised a hand and pointed at Fellow with a snicker-like huff, his ears twitching in amusement.

“Don’t you start,” Fellow shot back at him before turning to you. “And I’m not jealous, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Oh, I wasn’t thinking that,” you said, biting back a grin. “But now that you bring it up…”

“I’m not!” he insisted, sitting up straighter. His silver tongue seemed to fail him for a moment as his face flushed ever so slightly. “Why would I care if you—if you’re out there—uh, doing whatever?”

“Fellow, you’re literally fuming,” you teased, stepping closer. “Your tail’s all puffed up. Did Gidel have to stop you from pacing earlier?”

Gidel gave a soft wheeze that sounded suspiciously like laughter and nodded enthusiastically, earning a glare from Fellow.

“Traitor,” Fellow muttered under his breath before huffing loudly. “Well, fine! I might have been worried about you, okay? That’s perfectly reasonable. But jealous? No way. Not my style.”

“Not at all?” you pressed, moving to sit beside him. He froze slightly when you leaned in close, your face just inches from his. “Not even a little?”

“N-not even a—” He cut himself off with a squeak as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. His protests died in his throat as his whole body stiffened, his tail giving an embarrassed flick.

“You’re ridiculous, Fellow,” you murmured, resting your chin on his shoulder. “You don’t have to worry about me, okay? It’s always you I come back to.”

Fellow went utterly silent for a moment, his ears drooping just slightly as he slowly, awkwardly returned your hug. “Well… yeah, I mean, obviously,” he mumbled. “I am pretty great.”

Gidel made a loud, wheezing sound behind you, and you glanced over to see him holding his sides, shaking with silent laughter.

“What’s so funny?!” Fellow snapped, glaring over your shoulder. “I—this isn’t funny, Gidel! This is touching and heartfelt!”

You pulled back slightly to grin at him. “Touching and heartfelt, huh? Should I start writing it down for your future performances?”

“Don’t push your luck!” he exclaimed, though the flustered expression on his face betrayed him. His arms stayed wrapped around you a moment longer than necessary before he quickly let go and leaned back, trying to reclaim his usual swagger.

“Well,” he said with an exaggerated flick of his tail, “next time you’re late, maybe send me a letter or something. Gidel and I are busy people, you know. We can’t just drop everything to worry about you!”

Gidel pointedly rolled his eyes and shook his head, and you stifled a laugh.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you said, leaning in to ruffle his hair. He squawked indignantly but made no real effort to stop you.

“I’m still not jealous!” he yelled as Gidel doubled over in silent laughter again.

“Sure you’re not,” you said with a grin, watching as Fellow tried and failed to keep a smug smile from tugging at his lips. Maybe he wasn’t that honest after all.

Masterlist

[dollwrites]

ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ sᴇssɪᴏɴs ! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ʀᴜɪ ᴋᴀᴍɪsʜɪʀᴏ

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!fan!reader, sex work / camming, cyber sex, masturbation ( him! ), lots of dirty talk, cum shot. all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 ∣ act three [ camboy ]

“There’s no need to be shy, sweetling.” Rui coos. thankfully, the wifi connection is stable, and so his lilting, sugary tone isn’t robotic and unpleasant. “You can play along if you’d like.” his voice is hardly above a whisper, strained ever so slightly to keep from jumbling up his words amidst him pleasuring himself for you. sitting flat on the floor with his knees spread wide, there’s only a couple of key garments left on his body. a purple tie, neatly the same hue as his hair, that hangs loosely from his neck. when he gets close, he’ll often wrap it around his hand and tighten it, but for the moment it sags against his bare torso. his abdomen and lower half is littered with lipstick markings, some of which spell out your name in pinky lettering that’s begun to smudge the more he sweats. only one glove remains, the other discarded amongst the pile of his clothes just off camera. “After all, this is all for you.” he emphasizes the word all by allowing his gloved hand to glide down the length of his cock, and grab it at the base. gathering his balls, too, up in a package of offering, he gives the twitching organ and squeezed sack a little shake at the camera, a dusky blush dusting his cheeks as his lips curl up in a fox’s grin.

Rui always made you feel wanted. important. beautiful.

did it really matter that you paid for the privilege? a premium, even, to have these private sessions. you didn’t think so.

your cheeks are on fire, embarrassed to be watching such a display, even though you were alone in your apartment. you had paid for this show, but you still felt like you were breaking some kind of rule. maybe it was because you had no real life experience in sex, but that didn’t mean that your favorite toys didn’t get their fair share of use while you watched Rui’s streams. still, being in this moment with him alone, you noticed you were being bashful. your webcam was on, broadcasting the visage of you to him, but you were hugging a pillow, trying not to nibble on it to keep from screaming out loud when you can tell he’s looking at you. “Really…?” you whisper, toying with the pillow’s tag.

Rui giggles softly, golden eyes roving over the screen, before he gave a little nod, his bare hand moving to stroke his cock. a soft exhale, and he leans back against the wall. “But of course. Come now, show me what you’re hiding under those cute pjs.” his tempo has slowed quite a bit— and Rui lazily pumps at his dick, eyes heavily lidded, as if he were trying to stave off any pleasure right until he was ready for it. you couldn’t help but want to show off for him when he looked at you like that, blushing and all, so you sat up on your bed. allowing the pillow to fall by the wayside, you sheepishly slip your fingers beneath the spaghetti strap on one shoulder, shimmying it down until the neckline droops and reveals one of your mounds. Rui’s eyes seem to sparkle with interest, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallows back saliva. “That’s it, pretty little thing…” the way he looked so sordid and lustful whilst staring at you like that made your hands shake an awful lot— an obvious tremble that he must’ve chose not to comment on to keep your timidity at bay. “Show me some more.”

if you’d not been gagged by your own sheepish nature, you might’ve asked him who here is supposed to be putting on a show for whom. but, in this moment, your brain was short circuiting, and you were simply following directions, like a little puppet whose strings he had taut in his fingers. you push the top all the way down around your waist, baring both breasts. watching him jerk off had left your nipples hard, and the coolness of the air hitting them only tightens them further. “You look so soft,” Rui moans, and his gloved hand slides underneath his thigh to adjust his position, his eyes focused on your tits on the screen. “I bet you’d make some cute sounds if I punched those pretty nipples, wouldn’t you? You’d whine and squirm for me.”

your eyelids nearly flutter as the fantasy of having Rui within arm’s reach invades your psyche. imagining his svelte hands all over you. groping. squeezing. feeling. you shudder, and your panties dampen even further.

Rui catches a glimpse of that reaction, and his simper widens. “Look how precious you are, getting so flustered. Is your little cunny wet for me, sweetling?” you have no choice but to nod, shifting on your knees to rub your thighs together in order to form some sort of friction to ease your throbbing sex. “Take off your panties,” it wasn’t a demand, not from his sweet lips. it was more of a plea, the rhythm at which his cock barrels through his spit-slicked hand picking up. his breath was starting to come in heavier puffs, ripples forming through the meat of his thighs as they try not to shake. “I want to see how a pretty pussy drools for me.”

you’re moving before he’s even finished talking, sliding back to sit on your butt on the bed, your position matching his as you pull your panties down and spread your legs open. there’s a pit gnawing in your stomach, but your first two fingers reach down to open your netherlips, exposing your twitching, weeping hole. Rui’s breath catches when he sees all of you, and the sticky, shiny mess you’ve left on your thighs. for a moment, his back arches off the wall, and he lets out a low moan, his golden eyes focused only on your sex. “That’s a sweet, little honeypot, no? So tight and warm, uh…” Rui elicits another slow, drawn out moan, pumping himself faster and more fervently. “I’m so hard, sweetling.” Rui confesses with a husky chuckle, squeezing the swollen shaft before he thumbs his pink tip. “I want to feel your soft, warm pussy stretch around me as I push my cock into you, hear you gasp when you’re full, ahh—“ Rui can’t help but giggle again, but it’s more of a garbled mess this time. his bare feet that had previously been flat on the floor now rub on their sides, his toes curling and half obstructing the camera as he starts to pant and drop his head back against the wall, losing himself in his own, desperate fucking his hand. “— Rub your tender clit when I make you my perfect, wet little cocksleeve. Yes, yes, yes…!”

“I want to feel your cock in me, Rui—!” you stammer, overcome with excitement just from watching him. your entire body tingled, and you wanted so badly to touch yourself, but you were so distracted by his tells. the way his toes curled, and his hips bucked forward to meet his eager jerking, and his amber eyes rolling around behind his lids. you knew he had to be close. and right now, the only thing that mattered was seeing him cum for you. “I want to be fucked, like your good, little sleeve! Please, cum, Rui. Please, I want it so bad.”

you didn’t have to ask twice.

Rui erupts with a breathless whine, his body writhing off the wall and floor, as if he were trying to escape the intense sensation of his orgasm, before hot, white streamers of his release splatter the floor between his quaking legs, leaving a sticky puddle. your eyes flit to it, wishing you’d be there to clean up the mess with your tongue, and taste him. Rui pants and ruts, milking his twitching cock, squeezing until the last of his spunk oozes down his shaft, frosting his hand and his balls underneath. several moments pass where you just simply stare at the display, even after he’s let go, and his soft cock, still gleaming and painted white, lay across his thigh, and you listen to his breathing start to slow down.

with your sheepish nature returning, you grab the pillow, hugging it again with a shy smile, covering your naked body. “Thank you for calling with me… again…” you offer, nibbling on your lip.

but Rui is smiling. it’s a breathless, exhausted smile, as he pushes himself back into a sitting position, leaning close to the webcam. “You’re very welcome, sweetling. Same time next week?”

on pay day, of course.

[toxintouch]

Yooooooo, you write fan fictions, don't you? Halloween is, like, right over there *points*. would you be willing to do one of mhin taking sparrow ghost hunting? and maybe even having a "guest appearance" of a certain shadow manipulator?

if this has already been done, could you point me in the right direction?

thank you~

I've never seen a fic like that but omg. This is such a brilliant idea, I love how all the pieces come together so perfectly–Vere being said to be responsible for his fair share of local ghost stories, mentions of Mhin and haunted houses in the Uquiz results… Premium thoughts.  I had a lot of fun writing this, ty for giving me the prompt!! :>

It took a couple of extra days but it's also longer (~2900 words) so hopefully that makes up for it.  p.s sorry if u meant it to be more gen bc I wrote romantic pining lol Volume Warning! Ambiance (~BEAUTIFUL FOX NOISES) for y'all /j

Cold Spots

You pull your cloak tighter around yourself, sheltering your remaining body heat from the howling wind.  

You ignore the shiver that creeps down your spine.

You’ve been warned that the night is chilly in Eridia at this time of year, but you haven’t quite scraped together enough coin to afford more layers.  So you huddle closer to the swaying lamplight of the Wet Wick, attempting to leech warmth from the cheery (if occasionally overwhelming) atmosphere of the bar.  You’re on edge, wary about straying too far from the Wick’s affable open doors and the balmy light spilling out of them.

You crane your neck to peer as far as you can around the corner without moving, eyeing the myriad of nearby alleyways, all full to the brim with shadows, searching for a familiar splash of moonlight and blue sweeping through the night.

 That’s when you feel eyes on your back.

You freeze, all of your senses on high alert.

“You’re where I asked you to be.”  Mhin says in lieu of a greeting.  You startle, reeling around to face them.  Even when you're expecting them, they have the uncanny ability of sneaking up on you.

“You say that like you’re surprised.”  You chide, in mock affront.  “You’ll notice that I’m also on time.”  Your giddiness shows on your face, a smile tugging at your lips.

“Don’t act so pleased with yourself,” they snipe while rolling their eyes, “for anyone else, that’s the bare minimum.”  They frown, looking you up and down with their arms tightly crossed. “...Is that what you’re wearing?”

Any further quips you have for them die in your mouth, drowned out by nervous chuckling.  You realize they must be asking (in their own way) if you’re not going to get too cold.  You know you could just ask Leander or Kuras for some seasonally appropriate attire but you’d rather not rely on further charity if you can’t help it.  Hence: “I’m, um, warm blooded?”  You mean to inject an appropriate amount of bravado into your voice, but it comes out as more of a question.

Mhin sighs, long eyelashes brushing their cheeks as they close their eyes for one long moment.   “Sometimes I wonder…  Fine.  Let’s just get going.”

The floorboards shriek beneath your feet as you step across the threshold.  The entire shack seems to groan and sway, protesting audibly against the wind.  You stick close to Mhin’s back as they hold their gas lamp up, casting an eerie glow about the interior of the abandoned building.  Their keen eyes do a quick sweep before they nod decisively and usher you inside with a single precise motion.

The bellow of the wind sounds almost like a scream as the door shuts behind you.

“So, what are we looking for, exactly?”  Your voice comes out hushed, the haunting atmosphere insisting that you behave accordingly.

“Likely nothing.”  Mhin responds.  “Actual ghost sightings are very rare.  And of those, few recorded instances come from trustworthy sources.  People in Eridia can be quite superstitious.  Count on rats or other pests.  It’s more plausible that this is a mere infestation rather than–”

The roof above your heads gives a long, low creeaaaak.

You both pause for a beat, listening to silence.

“How would we know if it's a real ghost?”  You ask, more out of curiosity than anything.  You’re not about to waste the opportunity, if Mhin is willing to keep talking.

“Depends on the type of ghost.”  Another protest from the floorboards as Mhin wanders further into the dark.  Since you don’t have a lantern of your own, you have no choice but to follow close behind.  Unless you want to stumble around with nothing but the shatters of dusty moonlight cast through the cracked windows to guide your way.

Mhin and you make a quick round of the small building, finding it mostly empty, only a few pieces of broken furniture left behind.  You draw closer to the back wall, carefully avoiding moth-eaten curtains, heeding Mhin’s warning about a small step.  Based on the layout, you think this place might have been a bar or entertainment hall of some sort.  You imagine it had a nice, cozy parlor at one time, though now it’s fallen into squalor.  As Mhin examines the walls for signs of pests and other clues, you examine the graffiti strewn across them: crude jokes and lewd drawings, mostly.  Some scattered names, belonging to people and gangs you’ve never heard of before.  

Framed in the center, though, there's a huge riot of colorful paint.  An abstract painting with no proper canvas.  It's beautiful, somehow, though hauntingly morose.  The artist has contained their work in a neat square, not a single streak of color escaping the precisely imposed prison.  You’re not sure what the intent of the artist was choosing somewhere like this to display it…  

“Is there a type of ghost that makes artwork?”  You wonder aloud.  You almost wish that Mhin would hand you the lantern so you can get a better look.

Mhin clicks their tongue, sparing barely a glance toward the makeshift painting.  “I wouldn't define that as art.”  Mhin follows the line of the wall to the corner, their lantern held up to the wall.  “That’s just…paint.  If you’re looking for ghosts, try looking for scratch marks.  Those are a possible indicator, though not always a reliable one.  A sudden feeling of hot, or cold–any otherwise unexplainable temperature change.  A strange odor…”

You give the air a sniff.  “...I don’t smell anything.  Do you?”

“Dust.  Rotting wood.  And you’ve stopped using Leander’s bath soaps, which I’ll commend you for.  Why anybody would want to smell that strongly of–”  Mhin stops and gives a short whiff, their mouth slightly parted.  Their brows furrow. “It is unusual…I don't see or smell any signs of rats or roaches.  No vultures either…”

“Maybe something else scared them away?”  You posit.  You shuffle closer to Mhin, not liking the way the shadows around you seem to flow and ebb the longer you look at them, your mind making up shapes.  There’s a silly part of you that wants to feel Mhin’s cloak between your bandaged fingers as reassurance that they’ll stay close.  They’d probably hate to know that you see them as something to cling to–a source of comfort, safety.

You try to take another step closer to further dampen your trepidation, but instead you trip over– something–and stumble directly into Mhin.  They catch you on impulse, strong and quick enough to steady you with one arm while holding the lantern with the other.  You breathe an apology, your lips bumping against their chin as they help you get your feet back under you.  

You both search the ground to determine what knocked you off your balance.

It's a dirty old rug, rucked up at one edge.  

A long line of what appears to be claw marks lies half uncovered below it.  Mhin kneels beside the marks, studying them intently, carefully moving the rug to reveal yet more splintered wood.  “I’m not sure what could have done this,” they admit.  “The marks are fresh, but none of the dust was disrupted…”

The floorboards groan another protest, though it bounds off the walls in strange ways, making it difficult to pinpoint exactly where the sound originated.

“Aural contortions.”  Mhin announces.  “And a feeling that you’re being watched.  Reflective surfaces will behave oddly as well.  Hold this.”  Mhin hands you the lantern (more: shoves it into your grasp, really) reaching into their satchel.  Their nimble hands pull out a handful of alchemical concoctions, one which shines like the inside of a seashell, a tiny silver locket, which they flick open to reveal a small mirror.  There’s symbols etched into it, so old and worn away you can’t make them out.

You draw the lantern closer at their behest, illuminating a small smile spread across their face.

Is Mhin …Having fun?

“Is there anything I can do to help?”  You ask, hoping they don’t notice the warmth in your voice. Getting scolded would kind of ruin the mood.

Mhin glances up, blinking at you like they almost forgot you were there.  Their tongue peeks out, wetting their lips as they consider.  “Yes,” they finally agree, “would you–”

The lamplight is smothered by an unknown force.

The cracked streams of light from the window are gone, leaving you in darkness.

Mhin swears, their voice distorting as if they are suddenly very far away.  A moment ago they were crouched beside you, but the shadows surrounding you are so inky you can’t make out their silhouette at all.  Instinctively, you reach your hands out in front of you before freezing and reluctantly forcing them back down.  If both you and Mhin end up stumbling around with hands outstretched, there’s a possibility that they might accidentally grasp onto you and disrupt your bandages.  (You wish you had given into your desire to hold onto them earlier.)  

You whisper their name, frantic, hoping they can hear you.

“I’m here,” Mhin assures you, their voice pitched low and cautious.  You feel the gentle press of a foot against yours, a light tap of reassurance against the side of your sole.  “Stay close.”  There’s a brush of fingertips against your back.  “If the entity is particularly powerful, it will be able to move objects,” Mhin cautions, “but a ghost should never be capable of causing harm to humans directly.  And there’s not much in here that it could throw.  Just stay calm.  If you don’t keep your emotions in check, it will only be more incensed.”

Light flashes through the room again in a spotlight, guiding your gaze to a particular area of the building.

The abstract mural is defaced, dripping black liquid splattered boldly across the wall like arterial spray.  You retreat a step, feeling something wet beneath your feet.  There’s a sharp, astringent tang in the air.  Musty and earthy-floral.  Old velvet and leather, parchment and fresh paint.

You realize, with a sinking feeling of cold terror, that the black ichor on the wall spells your name.

    Eyes on you.  

Touch like a gossamer spider web.  Brushing against the nape of your neck.

“Mhin,” you whisper urgently.  “Something just–”  

The cold hits you then.  Bone deep and all consuming.  Judging by the way Mhin swears, they must feel it too.  Whatever this unknown entity is, it’s close.  And it wants…

Shadow flickers, fingers reaching for you, claws grasping, white glint of teeth.

Mhin sneers audibly, reaching for you and reeling you in by your cloak just before the figure can snatch you up.  Their arm wraps around you, guiding you with them as they recede.  They sweep their stiletto in a wide arc and you hear the clang of metal on metal, though you have no idea what it was that Mhin hit.  Their night vision must be immaculate–you can hardly see more than the fresh glint of their stiletto blade.

“Turns out it is a vermin infestation.”

A bark of laughter.  

Very familiar laughter.

The door starts to rattle on its hinges, moving to the rhythm of Vere's glee.  Mhin walks over to it, dragging your shaking body with them.  With a definitive kick from Mhin and a final cackle from Vere, the door bursts open.

Mhin tugs you out into the open air and slams it behind them.

“Awful fur-bag.”  Mhin spits the words out like the mere thought of Vere leaves a bad taste in their mouth.

You’re far enough away that the black paint clinging to both of your shoes is no longer leaving footprints, but you can’t say the same about the bone deep cold.

You’re shivering so hard your teeth start to chatter, adrenaline magnifying the chill in your bones.  How did Vere even do that?  You rub your arms and nearly stumble into Mhin in the process.  Their features twist into a half-formed scowl, eyes sweeping you before softening into something more delicate.

You find yourself staring into eyes that seem to catch the moonlight, words caught in your throat.

“You’re freezing.” Mhin murmurs, resting a hand against the curve of your cheek, testing your temperature.

You’re surprised at the contact.  Mhin is always so careful about touching you–it’s something you appreciate, usually, this unspoken agreement between the two of you; Mhin doesn’t ask intrusive questions, just makes silent hypotheses and treats your personal space with care.  You appreciate it–usually–but sometimes, (constantly), you wish…

Mhin’s thumb pets against your jaw.  They glace away from you as they do, unable to hold your gaze, but they don’t remove their hand, even as the moment hangs heavy in the air.  Their hand is soft, you think, fingertips like silk, though you can feel the thick calluses built up at the meat of their palm.  Likely hard won and harder lost, trophies from their time as a freelancer and whatever secret misfortune befell them what led them to Eridia.  Unthinking, you nuzzle into their touch, luxuriating in the coveted feeling of skin on skin.  You have half a mind to turn your head, press your lips against their calluses, kiss them like you’re drawing poison from a wound.

Mhin catches your chin between their thumb and pointer finger.  Their grip is assertive, certain.  You’d worry that you’ve angered them somehow, but the intensity of their gaze, the subtle tilt of their head, the flush of their cheeks, the featherlight caress of their breath on your lips…

–You think they might–

They back away abruptly in one smooth stride.  Their hands work quickly at the intricate clasp on their cloak.  Oh, now they’re really looking away.

“Wear this while we head back.  You didn’t come to this city to die of cold.”

They look at their bracers pointedly as you hesitate, as if itching to adjust them.  You slowly reach out and put the garment on.

The trek back to the Wick is uneventful.  The occasional star glances out from the pall of clouds constantly lingering in the Eridian sky.  You look for the waning moon, finding its reticent light and following it home.  You return Mhin’s cloak at the door, careful to hold it in a way that allows them to take it without having to touch you – touch your bandages.  

Mhin looks, oddly, a little reluctant to see it returned.  You’re not sure how else you can possibly read their body language.  Their hunched shoulders, the downturn of their mouth, their uncharacteristic lingering.  Holding the cloak in their hands like they can’t quite decide what to think of it.

They let out a sharp breath.

Mhin levels you with a pointed glare as they settle their mantle across their shoulders, affixing the clasp without need to look down.  “Buy some warmer clothes.” they order, “Tell Leander that the contract is complete and the buyer’s ‘ghost problem’ is solved.  The building should be fine for renovations, just tell them to start their renewal project on a day when the Senobium is actually holding Vere’s leash.”

  “You’ll come back for your cut tomorrow…?”  Confusion rolls off your lips.

“No.”  Mhin crosses their arms again.  “I just told you to buy some warmer clothes, didn’t I?  Consider it hazard pay.”  Again, that disgusted tone Mhin reserves for Vere.  “Even with that taken into consideration, you’ll still owe me, though.  Don’t forget.  I’ll collect some day; everyone does in this city.”

You’re not sure what to say.  Mhin is insisting that this is just a loan, and you believe that wholeheartedly.  But that doesn’t mean it isn’t charity.  Mhin’s also offering you transparency–an open disclosure of the deal you’re agreeing to.  You take their cut, buy what you need, and resolve to pay it back when you can.  And if Mhin needs something similar in the future, you’ll return them in kind.  

You think you stumble over your words a little, but you agree to their offer.

“I’ll be back to collect another contract.  Hopefully something that’s not a waste of my time.”

And a promise to come back is a promise to see you again, isn’t it?  To include you in their life?  Is that what you’re supposed to take from this?  That Mhin cares for you, even if they won’t–

  Or is it your foolish heart, showing you a path that isn’t really there?  

“Goodnight, Mhin.”  You say the words, but their back is already turned, steps already taken.

   ✦ EXTENDED ENDING...? ✦

You putter around in your room at the Wet Wick as you go about your nightly routine. The occasional cheer or thud from below only accentuates your nervous energy, punctuating your reluctance to settle down and get into bed. You smooth the covers with your bandaged hands and fluff the pillow before extinguishing the lamplight. You tug the bedding up above your shoulders, fighting to get comfortable. As your eyelids finally start to droop, the flicker of a shadow catches your attention.   It dances and sways and bends and grows until suddenly it is right in front of you.  On top of you. Silken, blood red drips down onto your face, a knife gleam smile too close for comfort.  You breathe in a gasp, wondering if you should scream. “Vere, what–” “Shhh,” he coos, pressing a finger lightly to your lips.  His breath is hot against your skin. “I only came to keep you warm, pet.”

✦Heat Signature (Vere Continuation) ->

[hellfiresky]

Guest columnist: 1010

Rex pushed the boys feature Fox, since the printer was found in a forgotten backroom of the Republic Military Base on Coruscant (not technically Corries’ property, but still under their jurisdiction). Of course, Fox didn’t care - until Fives and Hardcase started showing up at his office every single day to pester him. Eventually, he caved, but only under one condition - they had to source premium caf beans that “don’t taste like osik”. He wanted handpicked beans from the farms of Endor, preferably with low acidity (bro has GERD don’t @ me) with jogan fruit note and chocolate aftertaste.

Fives and Hardcase went to the Underworld to buy smuggled caf beans (because the ones sold at Awrehon were expensive as kark). After successfully procuring a bag of beans that Fox deemed “acceptable,” he finally agreed to write a column: an extremely detailed ranking of every caf on the Republic Military Base, complete with tasting notes, alternatives, and, if we’re lucky, three tapcafe recommendations on Coruscant.

Aurebesh translation:

Upper centre: Guest columnist | Middle: FX (his head is the O) | Lower left: I smell a new CoruMatch pic -HC (In blue: He has no time -E, In black: You mean life? -5s) | Lower right: How come the printer worked normally this time? -5s (In blue: Well, he’s a 10/10 -J)

Jesse experimented with using only three colours (yellow, red, grey) for Fox’s illustration, and the result turned out cleaner and less grungy compared to Fives’ centrepiece - much to Fives’ annoyance. (It also helped that nobody dragged Fox’s piece to 79’s on Benduday night.)

Fox’s only comment was “I look slightly sunburnt in that colour palette,” - in which Jesse replied “Cope.”

——

Tagging @orangez3st because it’s Fox! No pressure ofc.

Also, Fox is a caf snob and film bro in my fic lol.

[progressivepower]

Exactly. And If you refuse to watch Fox, why do you pay Elon all day long and monthly for “premium “ #FollowTheMoney

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[theshypinkflower]

Silly question. Understandable if you don't answer but I rlly wanna know what you think in your opinion. Fox, Derek, Sal, Rhino, and Celia would do during new years. I chose them cuz I love them so much in the way you talk about them.

🦊Fox:

-Probably do a special little show for all his fans who are lonely on New Years

-Of course he enjoys the holiday himself (in classic old man fashion)

-I imagine despite being old he still is a night owl, but it’s DEFINITELY not staying up as late as he use to

-He’s up til midnight and that’s it. He’s OUT like a log. I mean he’s watching TV to see the ball drop and then he’s falling asleep on the couch. He doesn’t drink as much champagne as he use to, it’s like maybe a glass and a half. Before he’d have maybe like three or four glasses, but he just can’t handle alcohol like he use to.

-Tries not to work too much during New Year’s, if anything he’s trying to celebrate. It’s another year Strade is dead!

-If he’s really feeling it he might invite some of his staff for a little New Years party. But it’s certain every year they get a little New Years gift. It’s always like a little goodie bag with some candy, some noise makers, and a half hearted card saying how he’s so happy to have them as staff. Oh and of course little champagne poppers for his staff to blow whenever it hits midnight.

-His guards (mainly Rhino and Kangaroo) he gets them some better gifts. Typically it’s just those little bottles of liquor and a small bottle of champagne. They deserve a little treat, no?

-His New Year’s resolution is always pick up some sort of hobby, but it never goes well. He’s always so drowned with work whatever hobby he wanted to do just gets pushed to the side.

🧨Derek:

-With how many parties Sal has, he’s definitely getting wasted. He’s either going out with his equally stupid friends. Even if his friends only hang with him for his money, it’s definitely better than spending New Years alone.

-Despite having enough money to buy the premium shit, he loves raiding the shelves of liquor stores in the city to get wasted. After all at some point you get so drunk you don’t care how good it is, you just care for the buzz. The kind of liquor stores that has all the neon signs and sometimes sells vapes n shit.

-He finds Sal’s New Year’s parties so stuffy and uptight. Having to dress nice, talk to people, but as long as he shows up and stays for a bit Sal won’t notice he snuck out the party to go be wild.

-Despite being in his mid 20s, Derek is the kind of guy who never truly grows out of his party boy phase

-Derek has SUCH a terrible hangover the next morning he’s sneaking into Sal’s room to raid his medicine cabinet for alka seltzer.

-Derek actually really likes hanging around the city, there’s always something to do. Whenever him and his friends are finally done drinking they def drive to the nearest Dennys and stuff their faces full with cheap eats. Derek always complains about how he hates Dennys. Everything is sticky and the eggs are under seasoned, yet he still orders a huge stack of pancakes and eats the whole thing.

-He just loves the fireworks! Whenever he has to Uber a ride home, all he does is stare out the window at the fireworks. He loves the way they sparkle and light up the sky, or that little boom he can feel in his chest whenever they explode. Whenever he was little he’d look out his window and watch as his neighbors lit fireworks. Since he’s always wasted on New Years, he never lights fireworks. He just always forget he has some and he can barely hold his lighter to light it.

💵Sal:

-Bro is STRUGGLING to stay up so late. He’s old, he wants to sleep in. He has to brew a pot of coffee to stay up until midnight. He’d rather not do coke to keep himself energized when he has to entertain people.

-He’s got like the best New Year’s parties. Drinks, Hors d’oeuvres, and not to mention some little goodies for his buddies. He’s inviting so many people, associates, some coworkers, his golf buddies. He’s still a huge party goer just like in highschool, only difference now is that he prefers something more relaxed. Like as much as he likes going to dance clubs to hit on college girls, they have so much energy it’s hard to keep up.

-He’s spending most of the party walking around and talking to his guest, eventually spending the rest of the party with his golf buddies (basically the closest you’ll ever get to Sal) to talk and laugh.

-Usually he always has someone to give a New Year’s kiss to. His wife, girlfriend, fiancee, always someone! Expect for the time one of hus wives was found dead in the pool (wonder how that happened). Honestly it was the easiest way to get rid of her, everyone was distracted and any evidence was contaminated since there was so many people. Everyone consoles him saying “I’m so sorry she died, New Years must be so hard for you.” And he just kinda has to frown a bit and act like he cares she’s dead.

-No matter how old he gets, he’s getting WASTED. It’s New Years and basically no one can be mad he’s getting drunk! Besides it makes any terrible thing he did that night excusable. Like dragging one of his equally drunk golf buddies away from the party and sloppily making out with them. Neither of them will remember!

-He makes those “cya next year jokes”

🦏Rhino:

-He’s spending time with his daughter! He takes her to the city to go watch fireworks and makes sure to hold her on his shoulders so she can see. He loves how excited she gets and how she screams, pointing out the colors she likes and how the golden fireworks look like “pixie dust”. He always makes sure to bundle her up nicely so she doesn’t freeze in the cold.

-The two get Chinese takeout and always eat it before going to watch fireworks. He ALWAYS buys her an overpriced fancy hot chocolate for her whenever they get to the city. They go to the same food truck every year and he loves how excited she gets. It’s a hot chocolate with whipped cream and peppermint and shaved chocolate. He adores his daughter and would do anything for her. In fact the first thing he told Fox when he started working is that he had a daughter and it was important that he be able to spend holidays with her.

-He doesn’t drink that much during New Years, he’ll have the little bottle of fireball Fox got him but that’s pretty much it. He’s driving after all! If he does drink, he’s pretty good about controlling his alcohol intake. He knows how many drinks he can have before he’s drunk. Sometimes he’ll buy himself a little Jell-O shot from one of the food vendors there, but nothing too extreme.

-He has SO MANY pictures of his daughter. He does that dad thing where they hold the phone with both hands. He always takes pictures of the fireworks or with her on his shoulders.

-His daughter always falls asleep on the car ride home from the fireworks show, so he always has to carry her to bed. He at least changes her from her jeans and sweater into some pajamas before tucking her into bed.

-He pages (yes you heard that right he has a pager) Kangaroo and Fox happy new years

-He always kisses his daughter cheek as his “New Years kiss”

🍩Celia:

-Every year the office has a little New Year’s party which her and Harold always go to

-I imagine she’s not a big parry person, but she likes getting drunk. Seriously she’s downing box wine like there’s no tomorrow (and frankly wine is the worst drink to get a hangover from). She’s a big red wine girly, chances are she took the box home.

-She HATES how Harold always is like “watch your drink intake.” Frankly she’ll drink twice as much to spite him. Like yes, carry her to the car!

-She doesn’t like champagne all that much. She’ll have one glass of it at midnight cause it’s customary or whatever, but she sticks to her wine. If she’s not paying attention she’ll drink some of the whiskey at the party and not really notice.

-Her lipstick is always smudged by the end of the party, no matter what she does it gets smudged.

-She TOTALLY doesn’t flirt with some of her coworkers at the party. She’s totally not trying to get with the secretary and saying how she’s so pretty. Totally not putting her hand on her hip while Harold is distracted and maybe sneaking a little kiss from her.

-Never gets a New Years kiss. Frankly Harold doesn’t want to kiss Celia because the smell of the alcohol on her breath irritates this nose. She at the very least makes a resolution. It’s pretty small things, read a book, loose some weight, renovate the house. She actually does a good job sticking to her resolution. Honestly her resolution is just to kinda rub it in Harold’s face she’s just that much better than him.

-Completely BEDRIDDEN the next day. Doesn’t wanna get up and do anything when she wakes up the next morning. At best she’ll get up to brush her teeth and shower (and by shower I mean sit on the floor with the water hitting her cause she feels too dizzy to stand.)

[nightghoul381]

No Room to Breathe~ Harrison Gray

Epilogue

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

This chapter contains explicit content | NSFW | MDNI

Content Warnings: light bondage, nipple play, fingering, dirty talk, vaginal sex

Part 1 | Part 2 | Premium End | Epilogue

With my hands handcuffed, I roll onto the bed.

It’s like a fox… no, it’s like a rabbit being eaten by a wolf.

Harrison: “I got excited thinking about touching you wearing these, you’ll show me your cute face won’t you?”

Harrison: “Kate…. Tonight, let me do a lot of mean things to you.”

Kate: “You’ve been mean enough already…”

Harrison: “Huh, so you’re satisfied with this meanness?”

While I was lying on the bed, Harry undid my blouse and put his hand on my corset.

Harry’s hand slowly pulled it down.

(Ah… I can usually cover it with my hands.)

Harrison: “You can’t hide anything today, can you? Look, I can see everything…”

My breasts spilled out, leaving them exposed in front of Harry.

Harry always fondles my breasts, licking and doing all sorts of nice things to them,

Today he just looks at them.

(…w-why?)

Even though I was just being watched, a sense of shame slowly rose in me and my body started to heat up.

As if I’m waiting for something to happen.

Harrison: “Oh, have you had enough of me being mean?”

Harrison: “I haven’t done anything, but here, it’s getting harder.”

Kate: “Ngh, mean…”

Harrison: “You just love it when I’m mean to you.”

Harrison: “Here, say it. ‘I don’t like Harry being mean to me.’”

Kate: “….Harry being mean to me.”

Harrison: “Mm?”

Kate: “I hate it.”

Harrison: “….yeah, that’s a lie. You really are… mmm…”

Kate: “Aaahh…”

He takes my breasts in his mouth, caressing them to elicit pleasure.

So much pleasure causes me to twitch, the handcuffs restraining my hands make a noise and further provoke me.

The fact that I am unable to hide my skin or resist, allowing myself to be attacked, gives me a dark sense of immorality.

(….ngh, more, I want to be fucked.)

Harrison: “Haa…hot.”

Kate: “Aah….oh…Harry.”

But my lover, who can see through lies, won’t overlook my foolish desires.

My knees are spread wide open, and I heard a soft sound.

Harrison: “Your underwear is so wet…Lift your hips so I can take it off?”

Kate: “Yes…”

Harry looked down at me with my hands bound and my legs spread apart.

With a chuckle, Harry’s fingertips touched the wet spot.

Kate: “Ahh…nngh.”

Harrison: “Haha….that’s amazing. It’s dripping…”

Harrison: “You’re bound with your hands tied, so excited, so wet…You’re so easy to understand.”

Kate: “…Mmn, please don’t say that.”

Harrison: “I’ll say it. Every time I do, you make such a pretty face.”

Harrison: “I’m going to slip my finger in, and stir you up into a mess… so moan a lot, okay?”

Kate: “Eh, Aah…Aaaah… ngh!”

The wet sounds gradually became louder and louder.

I feel dizzy with embarrassment and pleasure.

Harry’s fingertips know all the most sensitive parts of me, and my reason melts into mush.

Kate: “Ngh, Harry…. I’m already….”

Harrison: “What, will you beg for me today?”

When I nodded, I heard the sound of a belt buckle being undone--.

Harry’s hot length forced its way into my wetness.

Harrison: “……Beg until the end, keep saying you want my cock.”

Kate: “What will happen, if I don’t beg for it…?”

Harrison: “I won’t give it to you.”

(Embarrassing, embarrassing, embarrassing. But…)

Kate: “…. Please. Please Harry.”

Harrison: “…Ah, okay. Here…”

Kate: “Aaagh!”

The sweet pleasure of being filled in the deepest parts of my body is intoxicating.

Harrison: “…Haha…you’re so tight. Does it feel good?”

Kate: “…Yes…ngh.”

Harrison: “I’ll make you feel even better....Ngh…”

Kate: “Aah…. Aaah…”

I was fucked with my legs spread wide apart, and my gasps spilled out incessantly.

(…I want to be more and more deeply connected. Because I’m in love with Harry.)

Harrison: “……”

Harrison: “…I feel like I’m seeing your face for the first time.”

Harrison: “For you, that’s a face I don’t know yet.”

Harry stroked my head gently as he moved his hips.

Harrison: “If I stay with you forever, I wonder if I’ll be able to see everything.”

Kate: “…I have many faces. So… will that take longer?”

Harrison: “Haha”

Harrison: “Aah, yeah. That’s what I want.”

A few days after being handcuffed, Harry and I were discussing where we were going to go.

Kate: “Then let’s say where we want to go. Ready, go!”

Kate: “Sweets shop.”

Harrison: “Book store.”

(Uh…it doesn’t match again.)

Harrison: “How about the sweets shop first, then the bookstore?”

Harry’s proposal brought my sinking excitement back to the surface.

Kate: “That’s awesome!”

Harrison: “Mm, good. Well…”

We reach out to each other at the same time.

Kate: “Fufu, we work well together on these things.”

Harrison: “You wanted to hold my hand, so I just put them together.”

Kate: “Oh, is that the truth?”

I was so happy that we held hands at the same time that I shook them together,

Harry’s shoulders shook as he laughed.

Kate: “Hey, Harry. What will you do if I can’t keep my hands off you.”

Harrison: “Give me a break.”

Kate: “Eh?”

Harrison: “I want you so bad, I can’t work.”

Kate: “But the other day you didn’t show any signs of…”

Harrison: “Have you forgotten that I’m a liar and a cursed fox?”

Harrison: “That means I can deceive you in a heartbeat.”

Kate: “…No, that’s mean!”

Harrison: “You love such a mean liar.”

With a sweet proclamation, Harry kisses me just enough to touch me.

After our lips parted—we both smiled at the same moment.

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