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@murdersin | cont’d [ x ]

jesus , when did he start getting so easily worked up ? mark was usually pretty suave when it came to these things , all pearly whites and soft eyes , gentle hands and baited breaths ; but , there was something about nathan that could easily grip him by the collar and drag him through the coals of carnality . parts of his mind concluded that it was definitely the draw of familiarity , a person he REMEMBERED that wasn’t batshit crazy . other portions jokingly claimed stake on the notion that maybe nate’s touch had ‘ something ‘ in it , something addictive . while his mind did flips to make sense of his sudden sensitivity , mark is NOT aware of how he looks as he begs for solace in nathan’s form , the look of genuine want written across his features .

his face is flushed pink , body twisted onto its side from how nate had him earlier , eyes blown wide in arousal , and wet lips agape as he waited far too patiently for an answer . if mark had a tail it would have started wagging when nathan said yes , his eyes lighting up and quickly shifting his body back flat onto his back with an absolutely cheesy , lust drunk smile . tan hands are quick , not in a rush but more so in need for the raven atop of him , coming to rest upon his hips with a small squeeze . a quiet ‘ yay ‘ passes his lips when told he asked nicely , when told the rest of the day could wait , that they could stay together a little longer. unfortunately , god knows that mark was already getting worked up at the thought , a soft gasp passing his lips when he feels wet fabric pressing against his already hardening cock in his boxers .

the proximity gives him only a moment to genuinely admire nathan , brown eyes looking to a sweet smile and equally as deep hues , before the raven is ducking down to press warm kisses along his already heated skin . mark gives an airy laugh at the kiss to his cheek , leaning into it , and hearing as his own giggles shift to groans as those soft lips travel down to his neck . his eyes fluttered closed , one hand tracing patterns up and down the expanse of nathan’s spine as the other comes so fingers can slide gingerly under the leg of his boxers . the guard is easily drawn into the hand in his hair , craning his neck to lean into the affection , and in return giving the man above him more access to sensitive skin .

a punched gasp passes his maw when tender kisses shift to bites , the fingers at nate’s thigh tightening and low moan leaving him at the sensation . mark is quick to hear his panting in his own ears , something that makes his face feel only hotter , paired with quiet hiccuped whines when nathan is MARKING him . that’s enough to send a shiver down his spine , THAT’S enough to have his cock twitching and back arching a smidge . the other’s name is whispered like a prayer at the sensation , hips bucking instinctively against nate . the raven tries to shift his worked up breathing to come in and out through his nose instead , the sound shaky as he’s now eye to eye with the perpetrator of his pleasure . positively already a mess , mark is pressing his chest into prying hands , keeping his form exposed for peering eyes , and his hands are holding onto nathan like he’ll disappear in thin air if he lets go .

mark sees that look on nate’s face , the heavy breaths , the lust in his eyes , and can’t help but smile back . something almost sheepish as he keeps his head craned for nathan to admire , voice a gruff , coy murmur . ��� like what you see , sir ? “

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I had a dream where there was a new tiktok trend where people were going to extremely dangerous run down and abandoned buildings and doing a dance to "watch your step" from the goosebumps musical but it ended up becoming controvertial after famous tiktoker Jessica Murdersin died falling to her death while performing the trend, but in the end her death just made the trend even more popular. and like. come on brain. thats barely even a dream at this point thats basicaly just reality

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The Hinterkaifeck Murders

In 1922 in a rural town of Hinterkaifeck, Bavaria, Germany, a family of five was brutally murdered after killers his in their home for weeks, learning their movements and picking the best moment to kill. 

The story begins six months prior, when the maid quit because she believed the family’s house was haunted, frequently hearing footsteps coming from the attic. When she quit and a new maid was brought in, the new maid reportedly saw footprints leading from the woods to the house as well as a strange newspaper that appeared at random. Someone had also tried to break into the tool shed, but no one paid attention. 

On March 6th, 1922, each family member, was lured into the barn where they were killed one by one with a mattock. The maid and the two year old child’s body were found in their bedrooms of the house. The bodies were discovered a week later, and the crime was never solved. During the weekend of the murders the neighbours reported that someone fed the cows and let the dog out, and smoke was seen rising from the chimney. 

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idk if you can do this but can you do a poly!marauders x gn!reader, and the boys’ reactions when yn wears a binder one day.

i'm not trans nor have i ever worn a binder, so i hope this is an accurate portrayal!! feel free to correct me on anything i've messed up.

Getting a binder was a long time coming. After months of research, hesitations and all the time spent waiting, going to the store and getting one, you never thought wearing something to bind would make you feel so damn free. Finally, understanding what people meant when you heard about gender euphoria.

You hadn’t told the boys about your latest purchase. In fact, you hadn’t brought up the concept to them. Not that they hadn’t been supportive of you, they really were. In a world of magic, pronouns were something that hardly needed grasping, and they would correct anyone who messed up politely, sending you a soft smile as they did. But- you couldn’t help but be anxious about them finding out. What if this was too much? What if they get freaked out?

So, you kept your binder to yourself.

At first, you didn’t think they had noticed. You wore looser clothes or sports bras earlier, so it probably wasn’t as big of a difference to others. It wasn’t until dinner that night where you noticed Sirius staring at you from across the table.

“What?” You said, chomping down on a bread roll to hide the way self conciousness ebbed in your chest.

Sirius squinted his eyes, looking like James when he tries to read without his glasses. “You look different.” He says. “Did you do something to your face?”

James laughs from next to you. “Did they do something to their face? What kind of question is that, Padfoot?”

“Well, I don’t know!” Sirius exclaims, “Admit it though Prongs, something about them is different!”

You find it hard to not instinctively crawl under the table to hide. So you curl in on yourself, pressing your chin to your chest to calm the heat across your cheeks. As if he can sense your anxiety, Remus places his hand on your shoulder.

“Guys stop.” He says, light concern lacing his voice, but he’s clearly trying to hide it. “Obviously they’re just relaxed now that the holidays are coming, isn’t that right?” He says to you, giving you a slight smirk and raise of his eyebrows that only happen during his most devious pranks. ‘go with this’, he silently urges you.

You smile, nodding your head. “Yeah, I’m glad classes are almost over.”

“Well,” Sirius starts, “We should have holidays more often then. Haven’t seen you this confident in- I don’t even know.”

“I’ll start the petition!” James pipes.

You smile, glad to be supported by your boys, but still relieved that your secret remains yours.

Little did you know later that night, the boys had a plan to throw a movie night with you in the common room. So at nighttime, when you had changed out of your binder so you wouldn’t sleep in it, James surprised you by barging into your room.

“Oi! It’s movie time- oh sorry.” James said, cutting himself off to cover his eyes as you put on your sweatshirt.

Remus followed him, quickly closing his eyes and turning around when he saw you, “Jeez Prongs! They’re changing!” He scolded.

“I know! That’s why I’m…” He trails off, gesturing to the hand that’s covering his eye- going completely unnoticed to Remus with his eyes shut tight.

You shake your head, a soft giggle escaping from your lips. God, they’re dramatic. “It’s okay guys, don’t stress.” You throw your sweatshirt over your head. “Nothing you haven’t seen before.”

James makes a soft grunt, before removing the hand from his eyes and taking you in. “Well, sorry again.” He says. His eyes slowly drift behind you to something on your bed, and tilts his head. “Hey what’s that?”

You almost jump, turning behind you to see your binder laid out on your bed, ready to be put away. You shudder a deep breath before trying your best to gesture nonchalantly. “It’s uh-” It’s hard not to cringe at how your voice trembles. Okay, nonchalant isn’t working. So you instead opt to be candid. “It’s my binder.”

James looks between you and the binder, his brows furrowed. “Binder…?” He questions before his eyes go wide. He paces towards you in a frenzy. “You’re not binding your magic, are you? Listen, you shoul-”

A giggle almost slips out again as you interrupt him before he explodes, “No Prongs! It’s for my chest. It binds my chest.”

Despite the reassurance that no, you were not binding your magic, James doesn’t look any less confused. If anything, he looked even more. “Why would you want to bind your chest?” He asks, his brows furrowing as he makes his way from you to the binder.

Candid, you remind yourself. You’re being candid. “So it would be flatter.” You say.

A beat passes before James replies, still looking down at the material.

“Oh.” “Oh?” You ask. Your heart thumping in your chest with anticipation.

He makes a small squeak as he turns back to you, “I-I just didn’t realise that was something you worried about.” He says, his voice sympathetic but laced with concern. “It’s not…” He pauses, “Is this where we’re supposed to say something to make you feel better? Because you don’t have to do that for other people you know...”

“No, I get that.” You say, a small smile making its way to your face. “This isn’t for other people, it’s for me. I’m more comfortable with myself when I wear it.” You gesture to the binder, as if it hasn’t been the subject of the past couple of minutes.

With that, James’ whole demeanour changes. The tension in his body disappears as he smiles wide. “Well then, we’re thrilled for you. Aren’t we moony?” He says, nudging Remus who has just been staring at you since the conversation started.

As if he has just awoken from a nap, Remus startles to attention. “Oh- uh yes! I’m supportive of whatever you choose as long as you're happy.” Remus replies, smiling at you before chuckling “Sorry it’s just- I knew that’s what was different.”

“You staring at their chest are you?” James teases Remus. “Perv.”

“No! I-” He exclaims, a red tint painting his face.

You smile at him, about to reassure the boy, when a crashing sound comes from downstairs before a yell echoes through the hallway. Remus mutters a small ‘fuck’s sake’ as the cause of the noise comes bounding towards your room.

“Sorry gentlemen- gender neutral, of course. The popcorn has burned.” Sirius announces before he’s entered the room, reeking of burnt popcorn with a few pieces lodged in his hair. Sharing James’ nosiness, his eyes quickly fixate on your binder. “Hey, what’s that?”

James scoffs before turning to Sirius. “It’s a binder, Padfoot, and they’re very happy.” He says with pride, his chin lifting. “Catch up.”

Remus’ attention, however, has drifted away from the binder and he asks the real important question, “How the hell do you burn magic popcorn?”

Sirius jumps to the defensive, “Hey! I’m the one who told you not to put me in charge of food!” He says, throwing his hands up. “I’m obviously more suited to the pillow gathering region.”

With a dictionary worth of swear words, Remus stomps down the hall to make some unburnt popcorn. James quickly following behind, arguing why him being the pillow gatherer was the best choice.

With Sirius and you alone, he turns to you. “Hey, it’s cool that you have that now. Reg used to use one a while ago.” He says, before grabbing your hand, “Now, let’s watch some movies on a subpar pillow arrangement.”

You laugh as you both go to follow the other two boys. “Sounds good.” You say, feeling more secure with them than ever. Your binder sitting blissfully on your bed, ready to be used again tomorrow.

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[clinquaant]

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They approached the last cell at the end of the hallway, about to become face-to-face with the woman responsible for all of Mirana’s perils—and possibly their only hope for setting this supposedly-utmost important plan into motion and resurrecting said seventeenth century-teenage witch.

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[thundercaya]

James Murdersin. James Murdersin everywhere I look.

[freakmenticide]

@murdersin asked: "You look so vulnerable and delicious right now." - siren mare to explorer matt! :3c

matthew felt for one of the first times in their interactions fear bubble and pop in the back of his throat . to be fair , he was in a rather . . . tough position all things considered . the prospect of being able to SEE this creature , to feel almost safe in it's presence despite it's truly vicious nature , he'd been drawn back to sea where he had found him time and time again . this time though , hazel eyes watched in terror as his oar lifelessly sank to the depths of the ocean , now tethered to to the empty abyss of the sea by the anchor that kept him in place . then , those eyes snap back to the siren STARING at him like he was a piece of MEAT . matt tried to focus on his breathing , but found it was coming in labored short bursts , hands becoming clammy and cold despite the hot ocean air . this was HOPELESS . . . the explorer was going to die at the hands of a creature he had not even documented ; something so marvelous in beautiful , yet dastardly dangerous that should be marveled at .

he's found himself huddled in the farthest corner of his oar boat , the weight of the anchor held down on the front outweighing his body cowered at the back end , fair hands braced in front of his torso with his palms facing outwards . it was evident by his body language that matthew had never and WOULD never be ready to defend himself . his voice comes out as a squeak , higher than usual , cracking in the beginning . " p-please i-- " what was he pleading for ? technically he had not been threatened in any way , but the way mare looked at him sent shivers crawling down his back , made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up . rather than staying in obscurity , instead , the human tried to shift his prerogative . the brunet clears his throat , speaking through terrified breaths , but confident he would get an answer on her intent .

" are you going to kill me ? " tears welled in the corners of his eyes , caught by the glimmering waves and gleaming . matthew didn't want to die for his curiosity , but dread POOLED thick in his stomach at that being the most likely prospect .

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the way we have this @murdersin 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🤝

heart-shaped best friend necklaces that say "you said i killed you" and "haunt me then"

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ترويج النجمة سيلينا جوميز لمسلسلها الجديد

ترويج النجمة سيلينا جوميز لمسلسلها الجديد

.متابعة: ياسمين سيد ظهرت النجمة سيلينا جوميز بوزن زائد ومؤخرا، أثناء ظهورها للترويج لمسلسلها الجديد Only Murdersin The Building, وفقا لتقرير نشره موقع الديلي ميل الذى رصد إطلالتها الاخيره في اكثر من صوره ، اثناء توجهها الاستوديو مع ستيفن كولبير، وهو العمل الذى تتحدث عنه لكواليس مسلسلها الجديد قد اضاف موقع الديلي ميل أن سيلينا جوميز رغم وزنها الزائد خطف انظار متابعيها، ونشرت سيلينا تغريده علي…

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[freakmenticide]

@murdersin asked: 1 and 15 foooor mads and mare? and reversed this time ? hee hee 15 . [ SELF REVERSED ] Receiver's muse catches Sender's muse masturbating and/or pleasuring themselves.

what had he walked in on ? it would seemed curiosity would be the end of mads in one way or another . to be fair , he hadn't made a magnificent display as he usually would , no blaring trumpets , fire and brimstone . he'd entered as if he was a REGULAR , and history would argue he WAS . for ONCE , he wanted to have a sense of surprise on the other , the UPPER HAND , catch them OFF GUARD when she would least expect him . he's under dressed , but he is not under armed . clad in standard civil clothes , casual boots , hands adorn in slimmer leather black gloves than what accompanied his well worn suit , knife strapped to his thigh in a holster . god . . . something about the blade made him giddy , the INTIMACY of feeling the force of his thrusts collapsing their ribs , POPPING that faux heart . mads practically stalks through the place , dark eyes scanning every inch as he listened for any sound of importance .

ears perk at a seemingly w e t sound followed by a high keening noise , immediately carrying himself towards it . he couldn't have been so lucky to catch it busy with someone else in her clutches , COULD HE ? get him in the prime position to where his guard would be down , maybe even get the person she's dealing with team up with him to make it EASIER to snuff out they're life ? the wet noises only keep getting louder and louder , mads feel his brow knot in confusion , for a second pausing as the tone of the sounds shifted from something he could have easily akin to PAIN seeming to sink into a r o u s a l . his curiosity now gnaws at him more than his INNATE craving to see guts splattered across the bland walls .

one hand steady on his knife holster , the other bracing against an ajar door , brunet locks peak into the open space . hazel eyes search , taking only seconds to land upon the source of the sound , feeling his ears redden . madison didn't flush out of nerves or embarrassment , more so surprise as dark eyes trailed down a lithe form to see plush hips and soft thighs pushing this BEAST into it's own fingers like some RUTTING DOG . while every ounce of mads considered that this actually COULD be a prime time to SLAUGHTER marionne while it helplessly fucked into herself , the more analytical portion of his brain peaked through , the INTRIGUE . his tone is a coo , the dark flash shifting to something for more . . . carnal as the brunet felt no shame in watching the entity please himself , the sight causing his cock to try and twitch to life . he stepped from the doorway , allowing the wood to shut with a soft THUD .

" see someone's having FUN . . . " mads drawls , eyes lowering to the coiled tail , to the horns adorning his head . " wasn't expecting COMPANY ? " he teases with a chuckle , arms coming to cross over his chest as he kept their distance , the gleam behind his condescending gaze speaking volumes on how BAD he wanted to stalk towards HER .

[freakmenticide]

( perform ) for the sender to be intimate solo while the receiver watches. + lingerie: for the sender to try on lingerie for the receiver. + club: for our muses to get intimate at a club. - looks left. looks right. phantom .... for mafia au matt ..... appearance of phantom is up to u! :soppingwetautisticeyes:

matthew wasn't a sleaze , far from it actually . you'd think with mob links , being constantly surrounded by the filth that was being a mafioso that the brunet would be crude . that he'd stoop to prostitution as a consistent means to getting his rocks off ; but , the was the farthest from the truth . sure , he wasn't sunshine and rainbows , soft touches and sweet words . he'd paid verin in advance , made his intentions known , and made it even clearer that he wanted something in specific . loneliness was a rampant thing when danger was your first mistress . he found a strange comfort in these private shows , didn't matter the person , the situation , the cause . if the other enjoyed themself and got the money they needed , that was the biggest bonus for matthew .

tonight he found himself in a club he frequented . it was under the ownership of one of the don's close friends , and the don would often recommend his familia to go there to ' blow off steam ' . it had a mixture of dancers and performers , varying size , varying background , varying interests . he'd never been the type to buy a night with one of these people , but tonight a new face caught his eye . matthew was often known at the club for being the more mild of the mobsters , his wants were never hard to fill when he had them , and for that most would seek him out for a night of peace . women and men flirted and hoisted themselves up to the brunet who would simply press soft kisses to their knuckles and express he had he sight on someone . this some one being a rather lithe man , black hair , fair skin , taut , young . a lot of these faces were familiar , but it's stood out in a seemingly endless crowd .

his approach was forward , polite , and stern . " follow me , hun . " he made it clear he meant no harm , especially with that toothy grin plastered on his face , the physique on the surface of a dork of the lowest mob level . matthew knew how to look harmless , he knew how to use his baby face to get closer , to be less of a prude . most were played like fiddles , and matthew was johnny .

the brunet knows his request isn't anything obtuse , nothing too grand for another to perform and commit to . on entrance to a private room in the club ( something easily obtained when one's status was as high as matt's ) , he'd pulled satin red lingerie from an interior pocket of his long coat , presenting them to the raven . his expression is stoic , something unreadable as in his other hand he presented $1,000 ; a sum he hoped was larger than the other expected . although , if not , he was not opposed to paying more . " i want you to put this on . " it's panties , a garter belt , and a corset ( purely aesthetic with no true cinching ) . the color is a deep wine red , something that gleams in the club room's dim lighting . once the items are in phantom's hands , the mafioso slides onto one side of a velvet u-shaped couch , hazel eyes watching the other with innate interest .

his legs are spread , elbows pressed to his knees as he leaned forward with prying eyes . " if ya' wanna make an extra buck or two , " a coy smile spreads his features for the first time , a small glint in his eyes , " i want you t' touch yourself through those panties , don't care where , don't care how , and i want ya' to tell me a little bit about yourself , doll . " the brunet leans back in his seat , one leg coming to rest over his knee . " what's ya' name ? where are ya' from ? the whole business . "

[freakmenticide]

💘 x3 starting off with headcanons >:3c .... for paultin, nate, and niel !

turns around like a goblin with a big grin: what a wonderful selection kit! i see you have a taste for these boys three! so, behold! a writing with HCs of thee!

paultin:

aw man… paultin… as i write him mostly post RoW, he becomes something of a glutton for punishment. feeling as if pain over pleasure is deserved, warranted, DESIRED. he becomes a bit more placid on terms of objectification, as being seen as a thing for sex is better than being seen as a monster, or a traitor. as always, he still puts up a good act to be confident, to act defiant, seeking to be corrected by someone, constantly wanting GUIDANCE. this also puts him in the place of enjoying being talked through sex a lot, being told WHAT he’s going to do, what’s going to happen next, giving up the reigns to someone else as the mental energy to do so himself is rather… low. not to say he can’t be dominant, or controlling! he still, once again, has some fight in him. if drunk enough, you’ll get the suave, serpentine bard who paints pictures with his words and could court anyone he choose. all in all, soggy shell of a man that just wants to either be told what to do and forced to follow command (probably a trauma reaction from being given ill moral commands previously and seeking new guidance), OR if he’s got that liquid courage, he’ll happily take the reigns and take control! vocal? YEAH‼️

nate:

normal nate yippee!! oh kit… you you you… perfect timing for this because guess who relistened to smoke and guns? 😈… WITH THAT BEING SAID! nate is a bottom leaning switch across the board, great interest in shibari/rope play (giving and receiving), he is a COMPLAINER!! not in a serious way, but in a bratty way for sure. he asks you to drop candle wax over his body? he’s going to squirm and whine and say it hurts (but he AINT sayin the safe word bc.. he likes it >:3c). he asks you to slap him? he’s gonna grunt and ask why you did it so hard, and then smile. he’s very easily caught up in the moment, if a scene is happening, his brain is IN that fog and it can get hard to turn off when he’s in a subspace. he’s a big aftercare guy!! he wants to bathe and hold you and probably… just started up again because he’s dare i say… very physically charged when he loves someone.. sure we’ll go with that! he is into muddling pain with pleasure UNTIL it gets to drawing blood, then poor queasy nathan is out for the count… finally, nate is a somnophiliac 😈 take that as you’d like

niel:

oh my poor traumatized BOY NO!! surprisingly (or maybe not iykyk), niel is rather vanilla. he wasn’t exposed to a lot of information about sex until after his mom passed, and honestly at that point he was far too stressed to look into any of that with jumping from home to home. when he does start to get comfortable with the concept of sex, he is incredibly gentle. he is the kind of guy who even IF he’s rough, he still cups your face and food and asks if you feel good, if you’re okay. soft top across the board, absolute.. idk MESS as a bottom? idk how to explain it, get niel to a point on bottom and you might get him to break 😗; like squirming, whimpering, crying, the whole nine yards. if you though nate liked aftercare, you better get a load of THIS GUY!! this is his bread and butter, long cuddles, long baths, gentle touches. oh and… ofc mr narcoleptic is also… a somno :)

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[freakmenticide]

@murdersin asked: ( [ STRADDLE ] ; the sender straddles the receivers lap. + [ GROPE ] ; the sender gropes the receivers breasts or crotch. ) "it's about time you took a break, hm?" his voice is soft, almost melodic, as his hands roam up and down marnan's torso. his hands gently squeeze at the other's chest, his lower hips--anywhere he could. "you'll let me take care of you, right? a good, pretty boy like yourself more than deserves it, i think." he coos, one hand slowly trailing towards the back of his neck. two fingers start to massage said area in tiny circles, and it's then that paultin finally looks the cleric in the eye. "you want this, don't you?"

hazel eyes trained over a map , feeling the wooziness of a cumbersome day washing over his features as suddenly the prospect of planning a route for tomorrow became more and more boring . it’s evident whatever fatigue in his form is easily ripped from him when he hears the door for his room , brunet locks swaying as he turns to face paultin . the smile that had been simpering is wiped from his face when the cleric notes the way the only exit is closed , how icy eyes train over his form , and can immediately feel the way his neck is heating up . this much time in their presence , marnan knew well enough what that gleam , that look of carnality , meant .

although , the cleric hadn’t necessarily expected the words paired with the bard’s actions . before the brunet can even get a semblance of a sentence out , strong hands are grabbing at his body with a need that has marnan gasping and pressing into those claws , a sturdy frame is pressed hard into his lap , and the cleric finds his own hands desperately grabbing for the bard in a mixture of whatever lingering fatigue and newfound arousal that ran through his veins . hazel eyes fight to focus onto paultin’s features , brows tilted upwards in muddled pleasure , and marnan is certain those nimble fingers rubbing along the column of his neck can feel how the skin has already started to tint pink and heat up .

it’s only when paultin meets his gaze , those icy blues that pierce directly through the cleric , that he even attempts to speak . “ of course , gond . . . “ the brunet is breathless , the bard’s beautifully timed ministrations having caught the cleric off guard enough for him to be placid rather than slick . marnan leans into the fingers coasting along his neck , chin tilting upwards so he can meet paultin’s gaze . “ ‘tin . . . “ a petname usual cooed with a titter is said thick with WANT , like a prayer , pressing his body so the pair are chest to chest . “ gond , i’m yours , my bard . “ a more coy smile splits his features , fingers already threatening to intrude fabric with the ferocity in which they grip and push at paultin’s clothes . “ and , if my bard deems me worthy , then i’ll happily allow you to take care of me . “