#foulPlay

[shoutgraphics]

As the design lead for The RedHeaded Zombie Show, I had the privilege of collaborating with many incredible visual artists. Lauren Brown wasn’t just an addition to that list—she was also a member of the RHZ team for some of our most memorable shows. Brown is a traditional artist whose work often explores the space between the linear and the painterly. Adapting her illustration into a digital format and designing around it was an exciting challenge.

As for the show, it featured 45 Revolutions, The Band Henry David, Foul Play, We Woke Up Like This, and Foxen. Just how we like it: a big energy, small venue, rock show. Perfect.

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🔗 Learn more: shoutgraphics.design/projects/print/rhz-04-25-15/

[justiceforkielyrodni]

Kiely Rodni Discussion Foul Play Part 2

[luigihatesyou]

Hard at work.

[otaviogilbert]

Crazy Open Goal Misses 😱😱 #shorts

In this video, you'll see some of the craziest open goal misses you'll ever see! From missed penalty kicks to wide-open headers, these players really miss the net. It's unbelievable how some of these goals were missed, but it gives us some great entertainment and a good laugh. Enjoy the video and don't forget to share it with your friends!

[imjustfullabeans]

Screaming and howling in agony

Problematic Femslash Ship Tournament - Round 4

Satoshio - Satou Matsuzaka x Shio Koube (Happy Sugar Life) VS. Samarina - Marina Domek x Samarie (Fear and Hunger 2: Termina)

Info and propaganda under cut! This will not be spoiler-free.

Problematic elements for Satoshio:

Sato is 16 while Shio is 8, Sato kidnapped Shio, kills someone to keep her from being taken away, and they attempt a double-suicide.

Problematic elements for Samarina:

Stalking, nonconsensual mind reading, murdering a family member

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Propaganda for Satoshio:

despite satou being a yandere, and the age gap, satou and shio together are actually very sweet and wholesome! satou comes from a broken home and did not know how to love until she met shio, and shio comes from an extremely abusive and broken home and was abandoned by her mother in the rain. satou found shio and took her in to take care of her, and works a job so she can provide for her. satou also never does anything sexual with shio, and theres a cute scene where they have a fake wedding and exchange made up vows and rings. it ends tragically, and they jump off a roof together rather than be separated, but satou shields shio to make sure she survives the fall, because she wants shio to live no matter what. - Sato, a gay pedophile, spent years seeking love in the constraints of compulsory heterosexuality/teleiophilia (attraction to adults), constantly failing to find connection with anyone she dated or slept with. She didn't understand the sensation of true love until she met Shio. Falling instantly in love, Sato picks Shio up off the street and whisks her home to her apartment to live a married couple domestic fantasy. Sato works hard every day to support her new wife, and the pair recite wedding vows to each other every night. Their love isn't one-sided on Sato's part - Shio adores Sato and wants to be with her forever. - satoshio quite literally cannot be in peace without each other as alluded to the ending where sato dies and shio never recovers from this, continuing the cycle of misery <3 sato is willing to do anything for this girl including murder and will not let shio out of her grasp their marriage promise scenes… ough…. i love them…. they just wanna make each other happy :) that just includes a lot of fine print to what happiness means but still, love to see it :3c

Propaganda for Samarina:

Oh samarina, how the fandom has done you dirty. Samarie is such a pathetic girl, gaining telepathic powers and becoming obsessed with marina and believing they have a special bond as reading her mind and stalking her becomes samarie's only refuge from her daily torment, following marina to prehevil to "protect" her from her father, all the while marina has no idea who she is. At all. If you aren't playing as marina, she will respond with disgust towards samarie always. Also samarie kills marina's dad before she can get closure which is the whole reason marina came so great job, this is how you get someone to love you i promise samarie

[rookamell]

I have a question do Stannis and reader ever have children 🥸🤔

Unfortunately I love Shireen too much

[gnzma]

@foulplays

"Come here often?"

That's a classic.

Or, well... it would be a classic, if it came from someone like him: just some guy who doesn't know how to introduce himself to some hot piece of ass he'll spend the night with.

Being asked that by some hottie, howere, is new... and more than welcome.

"Well damn miss, stole the words outta my mouth" he answers with a toothy grin, taking another sip of the shitty beer he ordered "What's someone like you doin' in this dump?"

[cosmoseinfeld]

football (soccer) players assault each other almost every time on the field btw

[over100celebrities]

Happy Birthday to cult actor Don Calfa (1939-2016) from FOUL PLAY (1978), 1941 (1979), and THE RETURN OF THE LIVING DEAD (1985) among others! 🎂 🧟‍♂️ 🧠

[x-lee-cya]

okay ik that the fandom LOVES making logan the one who’s the cat-like mutant in the relationship and i LOVE that and it is so canon but like

hear me out here! catboy!! wade!!

a wade who was a mutant long before francis got his grubby little hands in him, wade who was a mutant but it wasnt crazy regenerative abilities or an inability to stay dead/immortality or super-human strength, but a wade who was (still is) a mutant who had the abilities of a fuckin’ cat

a wade who has semi-night vision, not entirely but good enough to help out on jobs; a wade who has lil pinprick pupils like a cat’s and who hisses damn near 24/7 on bad pain days (bc chronic pain-having wade has my entire heart and i will go to the grave w this hc alr); a wade who purrs when happy or in the middle of slicing someone’s head off during a job; a wade who has a cat’s heightened senses- hearing, sight, taste, smell, all of that; a wade who has a cat’s un-fuckin’-canny ability to jump from heights that would’ve killed a human and have at most a small, gone-in-a-day bruise; a wade who has tufts of kitty-cat fur on his elbows and on + behind his knees

and then francis comes along, and the torture happens, and he loses his looks, and then the fur grows back bc fuck but he’d thought he’d lost his og mutation when francis torture mcgee had triggered this new one, had lost the one thing that ness might still recognise him for,,,

and then the start of d&w happens, and during the birthday scene wade’s purring, happy, quietly (so quietly no one hears it half the time, and when they do they assume it’s the faulty heating of wade & al’s shitass apartment, but ness looks at him with a pleased, proud little smile when the sound starts back up after the others’ initial investigation for the source of the sound proves fruitless and it, he gets louder, purely for the way ness’s smile gets wider, prouder in a way that is purely, unabashedly so ness wade wants to go other and kiss her, right then n there) yes but he’s still purring like he hasn’t since pre-cancer-diagnosis him & ness (and also bc francis’s little angel-killer had found the sound annoying as all hell [bc wade also purrs to self-soothe bc I Say So)and so he’d rarely done so since, half out of new-born habit, half out of some primal, hard-learned fear he still hasn’t managed to completely shake, even years later)

and then the honda odyssey scene happens, and wade’s purring, purring, purring, loud and proud and rumbling and happy and he’s also hissing playfully at logan- a motion logan doesn’t notice due to how distracted he is putting his claws thru wade’s left thigh and christ, kittycat, how long’s it been since you had a good hookup for you to be THIS tense?- and logan only notices after wade’s pinned him and his minorly blood-soaked grin freezes; doesn’t drop, but freezes.

wade’s purr stutters a tad, doesn’t stop. he asks, licking the blood off of his cheek underneath his mask and for some reason logan’s sharp eyes follow what he can see of the movement underneath wade’s mask: what’s wrong, peanut, cat got your tongue?

are you- are you fuckin’ purring? asks logan, and the sound abruptly stops, and then deadpool’s stabbing him through the gut with not one word and then they’re fighting again, and while logan notes the moment to think about later, wade also doesn’t say another word other then excited/frustrated grunts and little “haha!”s for the next half hour, and for some reason that about takes up the majority of logan’s attention until he finally, finally, punches wade’s already-broken nose literally not even a millisecond after he’s broken it hard enough that it actually takes a few seconds for wade’s healing to kick in, and for some reason he feels strangely relived when wade lets out a muffled-by-blood ugh! foulplay, wolvie, foulpla-

logan interrupts him via stabbing wade and a like you don’t play just as foul as i do, bub, and wade stabs back in response with some quippy comment or another, and by then the fight’s back on, deadpool-typical quips and all.

like. when i say catboy wade, here, do you see my vision. do you see what i’m imagining. dO YOU SEE IT I SAY

[petitsdieu]

Blighted orchid of a girl — her father the sick leaf plucked. She mourns not. The Princess capitulates, provisionally. His Cogent case resonates. Of course it does. Of course it does.

Be still, she reminds herself. Only her breastplate moves; beat by beat, heart climbs.

He steps, he speaks, the room shifts. Their lungs on a hitch. He's got their attention. She can feel it. Understand it. Not looking away for quite some time herself; tracking his every move. Unsure what to think of him in full. Grateful, in a sense. Careful more.

His words are not for her. They reach. They need to, don't they? Give people reason. But his keen stare directed shudders her.

She looks away to... Them — just like the energy suggested, all pinned focused on the boy-God.

❝He'd have destroyed the Imperium by atrophying it. He already was.❞

They're all drunk on royal falling pains, receding into the voices of backwards eons. Like the Missionaria Protectiva means a thing now. Don't you know, I've subverted it? Don't you know it keels to my whim?

She watches him another way. More and less inclined. She's as spoiled as they are; he was. But he knows a thing: her hatred. Her pain. Among others.

Her pain's a zigzag with protective justifications. Most of them sound. Paul leaves the stepping plateau— and its door, open— coalesces onto the pooling floor. He affords a look at her chains. See me see what I do.

His jaw ticks aside. ❝I killed him out of necessity. Your family won't be given obsequies.❞

@petitsdieu

[stellayuta]

Jujutsu Kaisen characters as Formula one drivers!!

A/n: I'm in the midst of writing part 3 of my jjkxf1 fic, and thought this had to be made. It contains the comparison with a little blurb of explanation. Enjoyy

Geto Suguru as Nico Rosberg and Gojo Satoru as Lewis Hamilton

> Nico Rosberg and Lewis Hamilton fostered one of the most infamous and long term friendships in Formula one at one point which was soured when the then World Championship Hamilton lost to his teammate Nico Rosberg. Rosberg's controversial means to win was frowned upon by Hamilton and though Rosberg retired post the championship, Lewis continues to be the GOAT.

Megumi Fushiguro as Oscar Piastri

> One of the most talented young drivers in the current crop and the most promising young sorcerers of jujutsu tech. Both Piastri and Megumi are fierce team players who know when to stand out and deliver. They always have their team's back and are known for their calm, composed and stable demeanor.

Yuta Okkotsu as Charles Leclerc

> Give these poor kids some eye cream and antidepressants ffs ^^ Young drivers touted to be the next G. O. A. T in their fields. Leclerc and Okkotsu share the burden of being the most relied upon by their usually incompetent/not as powerful squad/engineers. Their stress levels are off the chart and their bad luck usually never fails to come into play during crucial moments.

Maki Zenin as Max Verstappen

> dududu.ok I'll stop. Inhumane levels of pressure (abuse) on an innocent kid from a well respected, veteran clan of well known sorcerers/drivers? Max and Maki have a lot more in common than their drive to win and their hunger to prove themselves. They are loyal and moral people who are tough on the outside and equally welcoming and soft on the inside when not at work.

Mahito as Lance Stroll

> Is it just me or they have their menacing aura and unsettlingness in common? Sorry if there are any lance fans here but just I can't ignore their similarities. Both of seem like the type to cause problems for everyone, be it their high and mighty self beliefs or their foulplay. It seems like everyone in jjk and on the track have had beef with them at some point or the other.

Kento Nanami as Sebastian Vettel

> Oh yes. The dad who stepped up vs the dad who stepped up. Vettel and Nanami share their belief of fostering the young generation and acting as mentors and a stepping stone. As witnessed by how protective Nanami is of Yuuji and how Vettel was concerned about Norris during a crash, it shows how both of them champion the rights of young generation. Goats, truly.

*.)

A/n: how'd you like this list?? Lemme know if you want a part 2 with other characters. Comment your thoughts below!! <3

[hayheadd]

UPDATED clangen pathologic warrior cats... directed at no one in particular. made in dollmaker called clangen catmaker

Anna, Aspity and Var

Grief, Rubin and Lara

Eva, Yulia and Maria

Aglaya, Block and Simon

Murky, Sticky and Taya

Georgiy, Victor and SImon

Grace (with dirty paws), Khan and Notkin

Saburov, Saburova, Oyun

Andrey and Peter Stamatin

Capella, Vlad jr and Big Vlad are in the first one I'm only allowed 30 images.... anyway.... as a fun little bonus

Medicine cats

Snakeheart (Daniil Dankovsky)

Small tortoiseshell tom with white paws, a red spot on his chest and amber eyes

Bullheart (Artemy Burakh)

Massive fuzzy golden tabby tom with blue eyes 

Ratheart / Miracleheart (Clara)

Lanky dilute calico thing with bright yellow eyes

Miracleheart is the name she chose for herself, but everyone calls her Ratheart to mock her instead 

Termiteclan

Stickpaw (Sticky)

Lanky golden tom with green eyes

Murkkit (Murky)

Small lykoi she-cat with blue eyes

Knotpaw (Notkin)

Gray tom with brown spots on his nose and ears, a dog collar around his neck and yellow eyes (Resembles Jester)

Soul-and-a-halves are basically the cat distribution system. They find humans for themselves 

Sparkpaw / Birdpaw (sight) (Capella)

Tall ginger she-cat with blue sparkly eyes

Her mom Daystar / Swanstar (Viktoria Olgimskaya)

Elegant long-furred white she-cat with sparkly yellow eyes

Gracepaw (Grace)

Long-furred white she-cat with tired blue eyes and stuff stuck in her fur

Antkit (Taya Tycheek)

Brown and dark ginger tortoiseshell she-cat with bright yellow eyes

Dogpaw (Khan Kain)

Round small dark gray tabby tom with bright blue eyes

Spireclan

Whispersong (Eva Yan)

Elegant round light yellow she-cat with blue eyes 

Newteye (Peter Stamatin)

Cream tom with green eyes 

Newtclaw (Andrey Stamatin)

Cream tom with green eyes 

Scarletsight (Maria Kaina)

Blueish black she-cat with amber eyes 

Her mom Nightstar (Nina Kaina)

Elegant tall long-furred black she-cat with amber eyes

Highstep / Smallspider (Vlad Jr)

Tall dusty gray tom with yellow eyes

Shadowflower (Victor Kain)

Round gray tabby tom with blue eyes

Mistchaser (Georgiy Kain)

Old long-furred silver tom with yellow eyes

Humbleclan

Rockfang (Stakh Rubin) (Rubyfang)

Parcially bald black tom-cat with yellow eyes and fur on his chest, paws and tail 

Riverpebble (Lara Ravel) (Gravelpebble)

Long-furred dark gray with black spots, a fuzzy tail and blue eyes

Sleektalon (Bad Grief) (Owl/Filin)

Small ginger tabby tom with green eyes

Robinsong (Anna Angel)

Dark ginger she-cat with yellow eyes 

Molesight (Katerina Saburova)

Dusty silver and black she-cat spots with bluish gray eyes

Dustwatcher (Alexander Saburov)

Light brownish-gray tom with greenish gray eyes 

Applebird (Yulia Lyuricheva)

Tall golden tabby she-cat with green eyes

Bullface (Foreman Oyun)

Massive brown tabby tom who wears a bull skull and has light blue eyes

Wormleg (Aspity)

Lanky dark brown thing with gray eyes

Other

Lilythorn (Aglaya Lilich)

Tall blue she-cat with light green eyes

Ashenstep (Alexander Block)

Dark ginger tom with bright blue eyes and gray paws

Crookedcrouch (Var)

Dark brown crooked tom with one yellow eye and one blind blue eye with a scar over it

Willowblossom (Willow Mellow)

Dark brown she-cat with green eyes

Willowdancer (Nara)

Tall dark blue she-cat with purple eyes

Bigbull (Big Vlad) (I KNOW it's a dumb name but what else is there for Big Vlad.)

Fat ass ginger cat with blue eyes 

Mudheart (Isidor Burakh)

Light brown tom with blue eyes

Skystar/Skychaser (Simon Kain)

Old long-furred white tom with blue eyes

The theatre??? I don't know the??? Silentden the??? Whisperden?

Foulplay (Mark Immortell)

Gray spotted tom with green and blue eyes

Ratcather (RATCATCHER)

Black and white (mostly black) she-cat with blue eyes

Birdfaces (Executors)

Face covered with a raven skull, cloak made of red feathers, flowers and leaves with raven bones sticking out. Usually shown sitting down in the performances, so only the front paws are barely visible beneath the cloak

and Silentfaces (Tragedians)

I don't know where they got the masks

Fellow traveller

Dark brown tom with green eyes

Crimsondove (Aysa Klyonina)

Dark ginger she-cat with a big nose and amber eyes

Viperpool (Farkhad)

Black curly-furred tom with amber eyes

general info/context:

They were the same clan but fell apart (Steppeclan)

Spireclan, Termiteclan And Humbleclan

All medicine cats named -heart

Queens are replacement for in-game mistresses, they're not nursing mothers. They're instead like mothers of the whole clan. There are also queen apprentices that can only be of queen blood. They get -sight names until they become full queens (leaders) and get -star.

Moonspire - Polyhedron (the kits call it the playden), Bullplace - Abattoir, Hollowpool - Cathedral

Polyhedron is made of ice that doesn't melt, Abattoir is made of that kinda ancient brown dusty ice that has diseases in it, Cathedral is a bunch of tall sticks and a puddle (melted ice) (fail)

Herb mates are also another cat class only special kin cats can be apprenticed to. They have -dancer names.

The powers that be are Starclan. Aka the giant kids. No idea how that explains them being like a literal government. Maybe everyone is super religious. I mean maybe god is real. Warrior cats

Daniil was a kittypet that lived in a veterinarian clinic

Rubin was unofficially apprenticed by Isidor, never got the -heart name.

The guardian cats are also in this au. A clan full of medicine cats. This is the place where Daniil lived and Artemy studied, but they didn’t know each other (Capital basically)

The Stamatins are former kittypets and den builders that used to live with the guardian cats.

The army is also another faraway clan that is full of warriors that fight by the orders of Starclan whether they like it or not

[simplydnp]

dan you're literally leaning against his throwing arm. i call foulplay

[shy-urban-hobbit]

Lambert/Aiden Smut under the cut. First time attempting to write anything remotely BDSM (C/W sensory deprivation, traffic light system, safe and consensual).

Lambert once told Aiden he'd one day love to be able to fuck him on silk sheets. This is the next best thing, right?

Aiden gave the room a final sweep before deciding there was nothing worthy of note - well, nothing left worthy of note. Like all the other rooms in the manor so far, this one had been totally ransacked. Anything of value, however miniscule, had been taken long before anyone thought to put a contract out concerning the disappearance of the Lord and his family (even the larger pieces of furniture hadn't been spared. Both of them assumed they'd been broken down for kindling at some point). Not that Aiden or Lambert had blamed them; from the looks of the decrepit hovels which had passed for houses in this bastards lands, it was only a matter of time before they started figuring out a way to dismantle the place brick by brick to rebuild their own homes.

If it weren't for the training that had become second nature at this point he would have missed it, crumpled up in a corner and almost blending in perfectly with the shadows. It was a little dusty like the rest of the room and bore one or two small holes which had probably been left by moths or a curious mouse but overall it seem to be fine. He smiled to himself as he shoved it into the top of his pack, feeling a plan start to form. His Wolf had been particularly melancholy the last few days and while it wasn't exactly the fantasy Lambert had divulged to him when he'd drunk his way to the 'sappy' end of his tolerance one night, but it was probably as close as they were ever going to get.

Lambert threw the rabbit bone he'd been gnawing on into the lit hearth, muttering something about going to check on the horses again - his excuse for when he wanted a few minutes alone. Everything so far was pointing towards foulplay rather than fiend but after agreeing that it wouldn't hurt to stay the night just to make sure, they'd hunkered down in one of the upstairs rooms after hunting down enough food and kindling in the house grounds to see them through the night. Aiden grabbed his find from his pack as soon as the door fell closed behind his retreating lover. He wasn't exactly sure how long Lambert would be gone for, so he needed to be quick.

True to his word Lambert did indeed go to check on the horses. The stable had been in less than ideal condition but they seemed fine enough in the small paddock. He did another sweep around the perimeter of the house -still finding nothing - before heading back inside, his footsteps echoing around the bare rooms and hallways in a way that wasn't too disamilar to back home.

He was about to push the door open when Aiden's voice called out "Wait!"

Lambert was immediately on guard. He hadn't smelt or heard anything, but you could never be too careful, "What is it?"

"Don't worry Wolf, everything's fine. Just, close your eyes before you come in? I have something for you."

Lambert quirked an eyebrow. That didn't sound suspicious at all.

Probably sensing his hesitancy, Aiden called out again, "Everything's fine Lam, trust me."

Lambert closed his eyes.

He heard the other walk towards him - barefoot if the lightness of the footfalls was any indication - before something cool was placed gently over his eyes, barely brushing his face.

"Can you keep them closed until I tell you, or do you want me to blindfold you?" Lambert thought about it for a minute before shaking his head hesitantly. Whatever it was instantly retreated.

"Same as always, you can change your mind at any time. I'm not planning on tying you down or gagging you, I just want you to keep your eyes closed for me and listen when I give you an instruction. I'll tell you when you can open your eyes and when you can and can't touch me. Alright?"

A nod this time, "Yes."

"Colour?"

"Green."

He felt Aiden's breath on his face as the other moved closer, skimming his hands over Lambert's shoulders and arms as he peppered kisses on his eyelids, his cheeks, his nose. Lambert fisted his hands, wanting to touch but waiting on his first instruction.

"You can touch." Aiden whispered against his lips before pressing their mouths together.

Lambert's arms immediately wrapped around Aiden as they kissed and he felt the same soft, slippery coolness as before. Curious, he let his hands wander, feeling the calluses on his hands snag every now and again on what he now recognised as silk. Far better quality than the moth eaten and worn stuff the whores he'd visited over the years would drape themselves in, but silk nonetheless. He bought his hands around Aiden's front to be met with the others fire warmed skin as that same fabric fluttered along the backs of his hands.

"Aiden, what the hell?" He panted when they both had to stop for breath.

"Shhh, patience Wolf. You'll see soon enough." Aiden cooed as he moved to kiss down Lambert's throat. He in turn ran one hand back up Aiden's chest until he encountered a pebbled nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb and smirking at the moan and nip it got him in retaliation before his kisses travelled back up towards Lambert's jaw.

"Can I take this off?" He whispered in Lambert's ear, running his tongue along the shell as he toyed with the hem of his shirt. Lambert would be cursing himself for divulging that particular weak spot if he wasn't so focused on staying upright.

"Words, Lam." Aiden singsonged.

"Yes. Fuck, yes."

Another kiss before Aiden tugged the offending garment upwards and off, making a pleased noise as he stroked Lambert's chest and stomach. Lambert didn't even try to bite back the noise he made when those caresses turned into Aiden lightly raking his nails over bare skin, just shy of tickling in the way he knew drove Lambert insane. He pulled Aiden closer and nosed along his neck, having every intention of leaving a mark on one of those perfect shoulders. And spluttering when he found himself with a mouthful of silk, causing Aiden to laugh.

"Tsk tsk, almost making a hole in this." The laughter still dancing in Aiden's words belayed any sterness, "Just for that. Hands by your side."

Lambert let out a growl but did as he was told.

"Good boy." A kiss to the nose. Lambert resisted the urge to bear his teeth but just barely, knowing that if he pissed him off enough he'd never be allowed to see what the Cat had been up to. Unless he tapped out, Aiden would have him keep his eyes shut the whole time just to punish him.

He expected Aiden to carry on undressing him but instead, he took Lambert's hand in his,

"I'm going to lead you further into the room now, ok." They went slowly, Lambert keeping a firm grip on the others hand. It was only a few steps but it was still a little jarring feeling this vulnerable while moving, "I'm going to help you lay down. Colour?"

"Green."

Lambert found himself being lowered onto what he recognised by scent as their bedrolls, Aiden encouraging him to lie flat accompanied by soft kisses and whispered words before straddling him. Lambert automatically moved to rest his hands on the others hips before remembering he wasn't allowed to touch and lowering them by his sides awkwardly. Aiden huffed another laugh before grabbing his wrists and gently guiding both of Lambert's hand above his head. He didn't need to tell Lambert to leave them there.

Lambert felt Aiden's hands at his waistband, undoing the fastenings of his trousers at a torturously slow pace until he was dipping a hand inside Lambert's brais and freeing him. The Wolf let out a whine at the much welcomed contact, thrusting up as Aiden's long fingers stroked him steadily, almost lazily, the other backing off whenever Lambert tried to speed up the movement of his hips until he got the message and let Aiden set the pace.

"I want to ride you." And Gods, Aiden sounded wrecked enough that he could have been the one on the receiving end of a hand job.

"Fuck. Aiden, please."

"Alright." He felt Aiden shift further down his legs and rise up, his knees still either side of Lambert "You just keep lying there and looking pretty for me for a minute."

He caught the lightly spiced scent of the oil he favoured followed by the sound of Aiden's breath catching in his throat. Was he....? Aiden's breathing shortly turned to breathy gasps and moans. Fuck, he was! Aiden was prepping himself while hovering over him! Lambert felt his cock jump at the picture in his mind's eye. Aiden naked, hips thrusting and head thrown back as he rode his own fingers, his free hand running over his own body, teasing his sensitive spots. Of course, his imagination could never compare to the real thing which was so tantalisingly close.

"Ah, ah, ah. No peeking, remember."

Lambert screwed his eyes tight closed, he hadn't even realised they'd started fluttering open,

"Shit. Sorry! I promise I didn't see anything!"

"You're absolutely sure of that?"

Lambert nodded vigorously.

"Then I suppose I can overlook that one." Aiden cooed, bringing a heavily oiled hand to Lambert's cock before moving to take him in, both of them swearing as Lambert breached him.

"You can touch now." Aiden breathed out once he was fully seated. Lambert's hands flew to Aiden's thighs, rubbing both silk and skin soothingly while the other adjusted.

"Fuck, Aiden." Lambert threw his head back as the other started moving, "I swear you get tighter every time we do this."

"Hah! You always know how to make a man feel special."

Lambert gave a thrust of his hips in response, causing Aiden to fall forwards with a yelp, hands on Lambert's chest as Lambert unexpectedly caught his prostate dead on. Something he now made a point of doing again and again.

"Fuck! Lambert - shit - look at me. You - you can look."

Lambert fought to open his eyes against the onslaught of pleasure and was very glad he did. Aiden looked positively debauched; his hair hanging in damp curls around pleasure blown eyes and his mouth hanging open. The silk robe he was wearing was open and hanging off one shoulder and he realised the blindfold Aiden had offered him earlier must have been the tie. Lambert wasn't sure what colour it was originally, but the light from the fire, along with the fabrics sheen made it look as if his lover was clothed in liquid flames. He wasn't sure if Aiden looked more ethereal or devilish in this moment but whether he led him to salvation or damnation, Lambert would happily follow him regardless.

He flipped them both so Aiden was underneath him, barely giving the other time to register the change in position before he was thrusting into him roughly, grabbing onto a silk covered hip as he encouraged Aiden to wrap his legs around his waist, the others moans turning into near screams at the new angle. Silk clad arms slipping across Lambert's sweat soaked skin as they threw themselves around his neck, hanging on for dear life.

Lambert's name echoed around the house as Aiden came, and Lambert quickly followed as his hips stilled inside the fucked out body beneath him. Aiden grumbled unhappily as he pulled out and pulled Lambert's head down so it was resting on his chest before stroking his hair, ever the clingy one after an orgasm.

"So...not that it wasn't great. But what bought that on?"

"You've seemed a little sad and you mentioned once that you wished to one day be able to fuck me on silk sheets in a big, fancy house somewhere. I figured a silk robe in an abandoned manor house was the next best thing."

Lambert lifted his head to look at him, "I'm surprised you remember me saying that, we were that drunk. I barely remember me saying it."

"Of course. I remember all the wishes you tell me. Never know when I might be able to help one of them along."

Lambert...had absolutely no idea what to say in response to that so instead chose to kiss his Cat so thoroughly, Aiden came away from it looking slightly dazed.

"You're keeping the robe, right? I think I just discovered about a dozen more wishes all involving it."

[gnzma]

"Do I get to pick my prize?" ;) -foulplays

"Okay miss don't take a step too far. The 'bein-liked-by-Skulls-and-Goli' thing is kinda important.

...

...this said.

I don't see why you shouldn't pick a prize, okay."