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[alwaysxinxtrouble]

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His senses felt close to numb to the world around him, only really aware of his exhaustion and the cool floor beneath his feet. The cajun drawl he had come to come treasure, dare he think even love, was missed in his pacing. Thoughts were far away and scattered, not settling on one single that kept him awake. Remy was one of them but not the only thing keeping him from his bed.

“Remy…” A soft fond smile at the arms slipping around his waist, effectively stopping him in his ritual pacing. The lawyer sighed deeply to allow some of the tension to leave his body as he leaned back against Remy’s chest, turning just enough to place a side kiss to the crown of his head.

“I’m sorry I woke you. I was trying to be quiet. I can head up to the roof so you can get some sleep.” His voice sounded almost lost, dreamy in a way as he reveled in the feel of the arms around him. In reality, the offer wasn’t practical with the snowstorm having only coming to an end a few hours before and the snow being nearly knee deep when they had checked before bed.

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[merriemarvels]

@onlyathief replied to your post “"when you use remy's power.. y'feel the same kinda...”:

"Well don't y'worry 'bout touchin' remy, i can stand bein' blown up a lil."

Now he's snickering -- mostly because yeah, thanks to that copycat psychic sense, he can feel the innuendo. "Tell us how you really feel, LeBeau."

[miidnighters]

@onlyathief | continued from ☾

"I - no, o'course not!"

Not unless you count picking up all the dropped offcuts at the garden centre, but Isaac considered that rescuing more than anything.

"Why are you lookin' at me like that's unusual? You shouldn't be stealing."

[wormholxtreme]

@onlyathief | liked for a starter

"Woo!" Jean shook her head from the strength of her drink. "What kinda tip did you give the bartender to give us a drink like that?"

[nightfaith]

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@onlyathief - sinday prompts! - accepting!

They'd gone out with no plan other than to get lost in a sea of writhing bodies. A distraction in dark times. The thought that they might end up in this position had never crossed Kurt's mind, but - oh, he was hardly complaining.

Between sharing drinks and the both of them failing to find other dance partners that caught their eyes, or perhaps the simple gravity of the music itself dragging their bodies together on the dance floor, Kurt and Remy had ended up in the center with nearly no space between them. Remy's hands rested on the sinful swivel of Kurt's crop-top and low-hanging shorts exposed hips, golden eyes upturned and bright with something hungry for something unspoken in words.

The thump of the bass had Kurt's own hands traveling, one on a hip and the other tugging at the hair at the base of Remy's skull as if seeking to expose the vulnerable expanse of his throat and succeeding. The beat, the lyrics, they had Kurt's tail wrapped around the other man's waist both to keep him close, and to make it easier to slide down, down, down between them and none too innocently grazing over something deliciously sinful.

Their bodies ground together like this through one song flowing into the next, and then the tone shifted further. Kurt dropped nearly to his knees in front of Remy, nose pressing from his thigh and following a line upward toward -

His path diverted, and when Kurt stretched like a cat back to his full height, he was grinning widely with a stolen card - the King of Hearts - trapped between his teeth. Twisting fluidly, Kurt pushed himself back-to-chest with his dance partner and dragged those wandering hands back to the exposed fur of his waist and pressed himself back against a problem that had clearly escalated with these motions. The grinding turned more smug, more knowing, and Kurt's tail went back to play, this time teasing the hem of the other man's underwear.

Shocking though it was to end up in this position together, well... "You make a wonderful partner for dirty dancing, I must say..." The words came out breathless, barely audible over the music, though exposing the live-wire of his own arousal nonetheless. "Don't stop."

[mcarter]

@onlyathief sent: [ SHIELD ]: sender throws themselves over the receiver's body to shield them from an attack. | prompt

It happened so fast, as all unexpected things do (and lately, bloody everything is unexpected). Getting pulled out of the ice and thawed out? Very unexpected. Being both welcomed into the world and hated for it at the same time? Unexpected. She'd heard to expect the unexpected, but that was supposed to be for surprise parties and Christmas gifts...

"What are you doing --" she began to shout, though she was soon on the ground, and the air smelled of smoke.

A man throwing himself atop her, and behind him, the sound of a vehicle exploding? Unexpected.

Her heart was still thudding from the rapid-fire events as she sat up, brown eyes flickering from the man who had thrown himself atop her -- saved her, really -- to the smoldering car in the background.

"I think that makes me an insurance risk," she sighed, resting back on her palms. "But it also makes you my lifesaver. How did you know...?"

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“How many shots would it take for you to sleep with me ?”

"zéro, mon bijou."

[am4zon]

@onlyathief said: tell me a story.

❛ I know many stories. ❜ From memory, Diana could recite to you many tales of heroes and monsters; perhaps wisdom is the realization of what a thin line separates who is who. She tilts her face, a quiet fondness quirking upon her lips. Which story should she tell? Her mouth opens as though to choose, before her lips press together once more. She smiles, mostly to herself. ❛ I just wish they had better endings. ❜

[sanatoris]

. No, he couldn’t catch them in the act of stealing his pen, but he definitely was able to feel it moving as it got snatched. A sigh escapes his lungs, not heavy, not out of annoyance, just relieving before he replies, a small smile on his face, eyes stealing a look at them before returning to his phone to dismiss the alarm.   ❝  Have I ever argued that?  ❞   His hand gestures for them to return his property.   ❝  Besides, who said you’re a pretty face to begin with?  ❞   He teases jokingly, the smile widening a little at his own words.  

@onlyathief : ❛ see? i’m not just a pretty face. ❜ | accepting

[miidnighters]

@onlyathief | continued from ☾

Idly, she wonders what he thinks she's done. Was the way he just witnessed her break a man's nose without touching him? Maybe he'd think differently if she trapped him in his own nightmares for a week (he can't know about that though. No one does, save for the poor sap who was the subject of that particular ire).

Still, that's not exactly the point.

"Do you think? That's good. I guess I'm excused then."

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

continued from here {x}

Hours passed before Matthew woke, at first not remembering what happened in the streets and left him tempted to allow himself to drift off again. Though his throbbing head and ribs were kind enough to quickly remind him of the events; the fight in the street and passing out from his injuries while he waited for the final blow. He was supposed to be with her again. Why wasn't he with her? If he was with her, there wouldn't be any pain...or the sound of a television.

It took him a second to register the other heartbeat nearby. He wasn't alone. Brown eyes snapped open, his hands shot up to his face in search of the mask and found nothing. An icy chill ran through him. He darted up on the couch with a sharp gasp, only to fall back onto the pillow with a cry out of pain and arms wrapping around his middle.

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[jewelstole]

onlyathief asked: Imagine Remy and Selena meeting and realizing they are both cat burgulars and cat parents smh

selina and remy together would truly be a force to be reckoned with. dealing with one of them is enough .. two ? double trouble.

[panhelleniios]

@onlyathief — continued from here!

“Oh, no, my friend — I will not leave you here to suffer!” Hercules certainly won't let his own mistake ruin someone's day — or let someone be hurt while under his watch. That's the opposite of what the god of heroes is meant for — especially with people like Remy and his allies, heroes in their own rights. 

“I apologize once again for dropping you,” he's already reaching for Remy, holding an arm out for him to grab on to. Given the need, he'll scoop him right back up to carry him properly. “Typically I do not make a habit of dropping others — unless they deserve it.”

He pauses. That could be taken wrong. He's supposed to be making an effort to be more considerate, not quite so reckless as years prior. 

“You did not deserve it.”

Nice save. Unlike the previous act of dropping someone he's meant to be helping.

[drekkavac-moving]

Hiii u r stunning jj and I'm so happy to see you on my dash 😭😭😭

Outstanding!!

BAE THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! you too are just a STUNNING presence here on my dash , each & every one of your lovely blogs & muses. absolutely in love with the ones i've seen so far , & i just cannot wait for the threads we write. so happy to have met you on here & looking forward to a growing friendship.

[emmatriarchy]

@abrushwithdeath @onlyarogue @onlyathief everyone look at today's qwertee!

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

Remy was in his space again, his back pressed against the truck with his fingertips still curled into the brown leather jacket. There was the temptation to nip at the thumb on his lip for the babygirl nickname, staring up at him with hungry eyes.

" 'm not a babygirl." There was no helping himself, lips parting to nip teasingly at the pad of the man's thumb. Clint gave a quick pull to the leather coat to ensure their bodies were flush together and then released his grip, stepping sideways out of the space.

"Pretty confident. Don't know if you're up for the task..." He started to make his way around the truck towards the passenger side, each step carefully taken, climbing in with all the grace he could muster.

The kiss, as short as it was, stole Clint's attention entirely. He barely noticed being moved so his back was against the truck, fingers curling the lapels of the brown leather jacket so the other couldn't pull away.

Damnit, he wanted another one.

"Fuck the keys. You're lucky you're hot." A short huffed laugh and Clint pulled Remy in to crash their lips together in a hungry kiss. His hips pressed forward to ensure their bodies were flush together, not allowing a minuscule amount of space between them. He pulled away after a few seconds to take a breath and give Remy the chance to back away if he wanted.