#onlyathief

[bothsidesofaquestion]

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“@onlyathief is shaming me for not being enough x-rated.

In a way, he is right but, I’m an X-Man therefore I’m…

X-Rated.”

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

continued from here {x}

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.

@onlyathief

[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."

[onlyarogue]

@onlyathief sent PINNED (the first time they can properly touch... Tee hee)

Rogue often fantasized about the day she could finally touch another person without hurting them. The scenarios she thought up were full of emotion and long due hugs. More often than not though, they centered around a certain sultry Cajun. All that yearning and untouched desire did a lot to a gal, like making her more than a little impatient. Which was how Remy found his back pinned against the wall in an empty hallway, one of Rogue’s hands on his chest to keep him in place.

She was already breathing harder, her heart beating like a jackrabbit trying to escape the confines of her chest. All from want. All from waiting for a day that seemed like it would never come. Waiting for today. Rogue’s expression was heated, eyes like green fire that burned a trail along her boyfriend’s skin over all the places she longed to touch. But where first? As if this very thought had not haunted her for years.

Full lips pressed against Remy’s, a needy hum sounded in the back of her throat. This contentment didn’t last long though. The kiss deepened and instead of hands to pin Remy, Rogue pressed her body to his to trap him in place. She curved into him as if to allow gap was an offense. Not that he was exactly running. “These needed to be gone yesterday.” Rogue murmured against Remy’s mouth and tore her gloves off to allow soft hands to explore across hard muscles she’d never truly felt before. Her fingers twisted in his shirt, barely keeping from ripping the damn thing off him. Her hands found his hips instead. It was like the dang things hand minds of their own and couldn’t decide what part of him the wanted to hold most.

Another kiss, ravenous from being starved of contact so long. Remy tasted like spice, bad ideas that she couldn’t resist, and salt? No, that was her. Rogue broke the kiss and rubbed a bare palm across her damp cheeks. She hadn’t realized she was crying.

“Sorry, Sugar. It ain’t you. I just never thought this would happen for us.” Her hands cupped his face gently and she grinned at the feel of his warmth and stubble under her thumbs as she brushed his cheek.

[unascended]

@onlyathief cont. from here.

THIS MAN'S FIRST MISTAKE WAS APPROACHING IN THE NIGHT. It had been just under a tenday since Astarion had found himself snatched in the night from the streets of Baldur's Gate and infected with a contemptible parasite. Every night he'd been taking up first watch over the camp with the excuse that he was the leader and it was his responsibility. The reality was that he was postponing trance to slip away and hunt. For the first time in his undeath he had unfettered access to blood, even if he was at first unsure whether he had the freedom to pursue it.

For two nights he'd been feeling eyes burning into his back from the dark. It was unsettling. It put him off leaving camp to find a feral hog or deer to feed on, and the others had been complaining of the same feeling. Had Cazador discovered exactly where he was - along the western edge of Elturgard - and sent someone to observe him and document the rules he broke before dragging him back to Baldur's Gate by the hair? It made his tongue feel as if it had been marinated in vinegar and lemon juice at the mere thought of blood touching his lips.

Astarion tried several times to track whoever watched him through the bushes and trees. Each time he slipped past the borders of his party's little camp the red glow of eyes disappeared and he was unable to track the heartbeat of his stalker. They left each time he went in search, but he knew this was a living person and not one of his siblings. He'd heard it.

They always came back after he gave up, too. The nerve.

So he cooked up a plan. It was a simple plan. He'd told Wyll he was feeling unwell and needed to retire early, effectively trading their positions. It wasn't only himself this stranger was concerning themselves with, and that handed him the perfect opportunity. Astarion could only assume they were formulating a plan to separate him from the herd.

Springing such a trap would be a delight.

In his tent he prepared himself. Two hours he'd waited before swallowing a potion of invisibility and slipping from his tent to track whatever fool had the audacity to watch him and his allies in the night. Unseen he made his way through the underbrush quieter than a whisper only to leap on the back of the voyeur and thrust his dagger against his throat with a wild grin stretching his lips.

Cazador would not be getting him back. Astarion refused to go back. He'd sooner die.

What Astarion hadn't planned for was magic. The aforementioned card glowed ominously, very nearly touching his chest. All mirth at his conquest drained from his body and flowed into the dirt beneath them where his walking corpse belonged.

Fuck.

Just as quickly as Astarion had twisted him to the ground, he was disentangling their limbs and rolling away. Threatened or not he remained in a low crouch with his fangs bared and his eyes glowing with malice.

"This is no joke," he spit. "Were you ever going to announce yourself, or do you simply have a fetish for watching?" Astarion's chin jutted toward the camp at Remy's back and his fingers adjusted their grip on the hilt of his dagger. "Care to explain just what you think you've been doing here?"

[karmicgold]

a'ight well remy gotta question, mon ami. what da hell is THIS?

   that my friend is 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 being summoned from the infinity stone, the soul gem ( or stone, however you want to refer to it ). the soul gem houses a realm called the ' soul world ' where 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 explores and has a lot of comic issues surrounding. that particular image is from being revived from the gem to kill thanos.

[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]

club

@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...?"

[onlyathief]

“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."

[raregcms]

remy comes slinkin' up behind cal slow like, only to pause about a foot away for a moment. then he's launching himself at the man, falling across his lap and grinnin' like a fool. "bonjour, mon trésor, you miss remy?"

It was his own stupidity, really, to think he could find a moment's peace within the Institute grounds; here is Calvin, minding his own business, reading through another charity proposal Warren's dreamed up, when, suddenly --

"Whoof --" He coughed, air forced from his lungs more out of the surprise of suddenly having a lap full of overenthusiastic Cajun than the actual weight. The cough quickly turned to a laugh, though, his hand going into Remy's hair to give it a playfully rough ruffle. "Jeez, if you wanted attention so bad, you could'a said something..." The hand slowed, resting comfortably at the side of Remy's jaw. "And if I did?"

[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.