#spiky-thief

[that-little-moo]

Continued from : **X **

@spiky-thief​

Darren lets off a light sigh of relief, it was nice to know that one of his close friends still remember him just as well as back then. Responding to his friendly pat, Darren pats firmly back, smile turning to a light grin and a chuckle.

Yeah... It was good to be back.

“Ahh Rivs... Sorry I made ya wait for this long.. To give a short answer, I’d say that I’ve pretty much been away.”

[voltaicoverflow]

“Ah, I do not see many of your kind on my travels. Who are you?”

     The stocky Luxray would ask, staring down at the other with curiosity in his gaze. His travels let him see many other Pokemon, but this one was a rarity...

@spiky-thief​

[monmuses]

@spiky-thief​ continued from here

     It wasn’t often that Roxy grew serious in some situations. She always had a reason to be. Though, half of the time, she was either on the better end of “not caring” or “actually giving a shit”. For this, she was being honest to him. There was never a day where she knew her feelings for him were different than when they first met.

     Though, that slip of his ego earned him a soft growl, raising her lips in his direction. That head of his was bigger than her true size as a Hellhound sometimes.

     “What, you’re gonna call yourself an ‘alpha’ male, now?” She snickered, raising a brow. “The prime essence of what all women want? It’s how you caught me with a hook, right? With your sheer fucking power and hard ass ironed will?”

     It wasn’t long before she stifled a giggle, grinning to herself as he stroked her arm with his claws. “Yeah, I do too. I took a bite at your joke and made it better. You are the alpha male now.”

[multivergentrp]

@spiky-thief continuing from here: x

Holding in a chuff of laughter, Atreis tries looking away from the Sandslash as a goofy smile started to grow on her muzzle. No, he won’t win, not this time...

Eventually though, she can’t help but look back at Rivor, and then she can no longer resist his look. “Ohhh, fine, I will help you! Just quit that silly look, would you please?”

[asksavel]

“Plusle and Minun do generally get along well, since we’re often always together, but it’s not mutually exclusive.”

“But we get along as well as you’d expect for co-leaders of a clan.”

@spiky-thief

[redlegend-a]

✎ - Simply can't refuse-!

[bornfromhatred]

@spiky-thief​ continued

He appeared from the shadows, his form still a bit translucid with dark clouds surrounding his figure. 

"Excuse my appearance, but I seem to be trapped in another dimension by the other gods. They didn’t approve of my goals.”

The dragon hissed with a deep seething anger to his tone. 

“However, I can see you’re a Pokemon worth talking to. The other gods are fools. Wouldn’t you agree the world would be a better place if all humans were to... disappear forever?”

[cerulean-volcano]

" Hey man, happy holidays! I was wanting to ask.. since it's coming up and all. What would be a good gift to give to Avel? Things are going pretty damn good between us and I want to make sure I give her something that's 10/10. " Rivor asked, looking around to make sure the Flygon in question wasn't around to hear this. " I need my wing-man to help me bring this home- "

"Hmm... Well, that's a little tricky to answer. She doesn't really speak much about what her hobbies are when she's here. I don't even know if she has any hobbies that isn't just flying around and sight seeing. She has started complaining about the colder weather, probably due to her being a dragon type. Maybe see about getting something like a jacket for her that'll keep her warm while he's flying?"

[sweetandinnocentcat-archived]

@spiky-thief x

"Are you some kind of...porcupine?" She couldn't make out what kind of creature the one standing in front of her was, so she just guessed the only thing she could think of.

[astral-multiverse]

Your Most Beautiful Feature (Long Post Warning)

"Excuse me?! I have a heart, thank you very much! Most would say it's pretty big too"

"......eyelash hair?"

"Uh... is this a good or bad thing? It's kinda vague..."

"Um... I don't know what this means... I think I need help understanding that one..."

"Just... my right one...? What's wrong with my left one...?"

Stolen from @historias-multorum

[that-little-moo]

Favorite way to receive/give affection? 

Soft Sunday meme - accepting

//It's a little uncommon for Darren to share affection around strangers, though a few of those affectionate actions comes from him sharing some of his food or, if they're smaller than Darren, a gentle pet on the head. Same is applied to friends, though Darren is more open about it. Darren overall enjoys physical affection the most, despite his reaction towards the one giving it to him. Darren is rather easy to just pick up and treat like a carnival prize plush, though expect a bit of resistance, especially when one gets the element of surprise on Darren. Being picked up or hugged out of the blue is usually followed by flustered blushing and then questioning.

Though he appreciates it regardless.

[dimensionhoppinghybrids]

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Joseph smirked as Rivor put his claw on him and gave his cheek a kiss.

"Why thank you~," he teased and smirked. "Glad its up your standards." He teased gently at the Sandslash.

[monmuses]

🌷+ 🍫

→ BE MY VALENTINE!

prompts to celebrate valentine’s day, with options for romantic or platonic. even the enemies can have some valentine’s fun. ‘my muse’ meaning receiver’s muse! can also reverse if you’d like. 

🌷 to kiss my muse

🍫 to give my muse a box of chocolates

Perking over, Rivor had entered into her bar with gifts for Valentine's Day, and for once, her face lightened up with a soft smile. He brought her some chocolates, and while she opened them up, she received a kiss from him. In return, he gently placed one on his nose, patting his head.

"Thanks for the Valentine's Day gift, hon," she smiled, hugging him with one arm. "I didn't think I'd get anything. I can count on you for makin' me happy, darlin'."

[starrykaulitz]

can you do a smut with tom x fem!reader? their at a party and she somewhat half flirts with someone else and he’s like hella jealous? if you’re not comfortable then it’s okay!!

$. remember.

☆ synopsis ; you meet a man who peaks your interest within a party, though feel a pair of eyes lingering on every move you make.

★ pairing ; tom x fem!reader

☆ word count ; 2187

★ warnings ; language, smut (18+), dirty talk?, p in v, degrading, jealousy??

a/n – hope this is okay!! kinda put my own lil jealous tom headcannon n backstory on it :)

☆

the music boomed throughout the dull room, the smell of sweat stung your nostrils as you swayed your hips from left to right. you knew you felt eyes burning into your skin from the moment you stepped onto the dance floor, feeling how they watched your mini-skirt slowly rise a little higher than you’d like it too.

though the alcohol now seeming to seep out of your pores had forced you to ignore those eyes, your focus being on how close you were to others—and as you seemed to disappear behind the hoard of drunk teens, you knew you had to escape it.

you slipped and snaked through the crowd of people until you reached a table—snacks spread evenly across it, drinks placed in a tub of ice-cubes.

water, you needed water. 

as you reached down to the icy tub, you watched as another hand grabbed the bottle you’d been reaching for—you were too slow.

“oh, sorry.” you looked up to see who the thief had been, not sure what you’d been expecting, though knowing it was not this; a man taller than you, brunette hair which shaped into some type of mullet, the tips dyed blonde and spiky. his face had been sharp, good jaw, deep voice.

“no no, you have it.” you blurted out, standing back upright just as he had done.

“or, we could share?” he suggested, brows raising as he awaited your answer.

the only thing holding you back from this offer was the one who’s eyes burnt into the nape of your neck, stalking and observing your every move with this man. you almost rolled your eyes as you thought of him, of tom, jealousy filling his mind as rage made his fists curl in anger.

you two hadn’t even been dating, fuck-buddies maybe—if you could even call yourselves that. your relationship had certainly not been monogamous, you’d watched tom multiple times in public spaces, school lockers, female bathrooms on his knees. he’d been unloyal, false. you just enjoyed the sex—how you were now almost perfectly moulded to him, how he made you finish multiple times until it seemed that you’d forgotten your own name and his was engraved on your tongue. 

you shook the thought away before finally answer; “sounds good!” you nodded to the mystery man in return before he opened the lid with a pop and handed it to you, instantly chugging from dehydration.

you passed it to him after you’d devoured almost half the bottle, watching as his adams apple moved up and down once he swallowed what he needed—shit.

“what’s your name?” you questioned the man, watching as he placed the bottle back down on the table and wiped his mouth clean with his sleeve.

“max, yours?”

you stated your name, leaning against the table and watching as he slowly inched forward until you’d been only a few feet apart. you could smell the liquor on his breath as his mouth suddenly went for yours, hand moving to rest on you jaw. you kissed him back softly, his tongue slowly entering your mouth and deepening the kiss.

you snaked your fingers up to his nape, grabbing onto the long hair in which hung lowly on his shoulder. he was good—though not as good as-

someone grabbed at your arms, instantly pulling you away from the kiss. it was a familiar hand, calloused fingers causing you to cry out as he clung tightly to your wrist.

“ow!” you yelped before turning to the culprit—of course it was him;

tom, in all his might had dragged you away from the gorgeous man who now watched as you were towed away from him. max’s eyes were filled with confusion, clouded with disappointment at the thought that perhaps he’d just become a home-wrecker.

“how the fuck do you have the audacity to do this, tom!?” you clawed at his massive hand, though found no luck in loosening his grip before he’d begun pulling you through a dimly lit hallway.

“let go of me!” you screeched once more before he shoved you inside an open door, finally letting your wrist lose. he slammed the door behind him, eyes on the floor, slowly snaking their way up your body—he drunk in every curve and crevice which was presented within your slutty outfit. he held himself back from tearing it all off then and there as he stalked closer to his prey, eyes filled with fire as jealousy ebbed away at his heart.

“tom… stop.” you mumbled before you hit the wall behind you—he’d backed you into it on purpose, using his deep dark eyes as a ways of hypnotising you into forgetting what he had just done.

your mouth hung open as his body now towered over yours, his shadow devouring your own.

“you knew I was watching.” he mumbled, right hand meeting with the curve of your waist, slowly making its way up your stomach, past your breasts, and to your neck--his hand so large that it almost covered its entirety.

“as if I don’t know about the multiple girls you fuck.” then, he smirked his god-awful smirk. toms lips curled into an evil smile as he stared down upon his kill, hungry eyes already stripping you of all your clothes.

you felt as the hand around your neck caressed your jaw, his thumb forcing your mouth open as he flattened it against your tongue.

“I fuck none of them as good as I fuck you…” tom watched on intently as your plump, lipstick smeared lips encircled his thumb, tongue flicking at it before he pulled out of your mouth with a pop.

shivers crawled down your spine as you felt his wet thumb spread the saliva across your lips—the lips he so desperately needed to devour.

he looked so evil, so full of malice that you felt the wet within you seep into your G-string. you hated to admit it, but this toxic game had been your favorite to play—you adored making tom mad, making him jealous to the point of fucking the sense out of you. tom had met his toxic match, his womanizing woman, his equally as horny whore.

“just fuck me already.” you whispered before being abruptly cut-off by toms eager kiss, his tongue waiting no longer to enter and fight your own. his hand gripped firmly around your neck, his other digging into your waist—you loved how his animalistic grip on you left its mark.

you moaned into his mouth as you felt his knee enter the space between your thighs, rubbing it slowly against your aching centre as you craved for friction.

you felt him grin against your lips, biting your bottom one as your arms clung to his neck. slowly, you removed the cap which had been covering the dreads you’d loved to tug on so much and threw it to the floor. next, his hairband.

he looked fucking fantastic with his long dreadlocks hanging by his side, lose and free from all restraints-- more access to being pulled and yanked at.

he shoved his knee higher and closer to your covered clit, making you pull away from the kiss as you whined against his skin—he took this opportunity to almost tear your crop-top off he as he let it drop beside him, leaving his hands free to begin groping and tugging at your sensitive nipples—going bra-less working wonders in this moment.

tom’s face entered the crevice of your neck as he begun biting at it, sucking small circles in order to leave deep markings. you moaned into his ear, making him grunt into your supple skin as he continued to ruin the once clean canvas of skin.

slowly, you felt as the friction you once craved was stripped away from you, his knee leaving you whining and begging for more. you felt his hand grope at your ass from beneath your skirt, heaving you up and onto his torso before you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist.

tom continued the fervent kiss as you were hoisted into the air and carried over to the basin placed behind him. your lips had not left each other's once, drool beginning to drip down your chin as he prompted you roughly on the cold tile below—causing almost everything placed neatly on the cabinets to be thrown to the floor, smashing a few bottles here and there, though being completely ignorant as the two of you fought for air.

your legs stayed wrapped around tom’s rather small waist as he pulled away for only a moment to remove his over-sized shirt, revealing his tanned, built body below. you couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip at how marvellous his body looked—you could almost finish just by looking at him.

“your so fucking lucky.” he brushed against your lips, unbuckling his belt before lifting your body and removing your panties—if you could even call them that.

“who were you planning on fucking tonight?” sarcasm filling his tone as he stared at the G-string, throwing it to the floor with a scoff.

“not you.” you snickered, though was vulgarly cut-off as you felt toms dick enter you forcefully.

your head fell backward against the mirror as you cried out, tom groaning at the feeling of your tight hole, unprepared and clean.

“fuck!” he swore before gripping onto the plush of your thighs, almost instantly starting his thrusts at a hasty pace. he didn’t want to give you any time to get used to his large size, he needed to torture you for what you did--for thinking that you could be anyone else’s but his.

“tom, oh my god!” you whined out at how he violated your entrance, your walls clenching around him as you felt his dick fit almost perfectly into you.

“your fucking moulded to me, you fucking slut.” you moaned at his words, your mouth hanging open in an ‘o’ as he continued to beat your insides raw.  

“your not gonna’ remember that guys name…” he paused, sucking any air that he could into his lungs, “once I’m done with you.”

you could barely process what tom was saying, your brain blurring with pure ecstasy as you clung to his neck, fingers desperately gripping to his long dread-locks which swayed back and forth with each thrust.

he not only had you screaming, tom had you scratching and writhing under his obsessive pounding—his own moans only making your entrance wetter and wetter as you heard him swear under his breath, licking and biting at your earlobe.  

then, you felt his thumb begin working circles into your over-sensitive clit—just how you liked.

“tom, fuck!” you were getting high of his dick, your words slurring and your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your scalp hit the mirror behind you—hands now clinging to the marble table-top beneath you.

you felt as tom took advantage of your vulnerable body, licking upward from in-between your breasts, up over your hickey-painted neck, stopping only at your jaw before his mouth had met yours again. your muffled moans devoured his own as you felt the cold of his lip ring send shivers down your throat.

“I wanna show you off…” he mumbled against your agape mouth, suddenly leaving another bite on your earlobe.

he groaned your name, “who fucks you the best, slut.”

“y-you…”

“need more than that…”

“you, t-tom!” you finally whined as his thumb continued at your sensitive clit, drawing you closer to your end.

“your so wet for me,” he cut off, head laying into the crevice of your slick neck.

“I don’t even need to be jealous about the other guys that f-fuck you…” he pulled his head out of your neck, watching as his dick entered and exited your pussy—the slaps making him smirk and throw his head backward in pure lust. watching himself slam into you caused jolts of desire to rise to his tip.  

“no one fucks you as good as I do.” and with that, your insides churned and twisted as you came undone at his words. you cried out his name, arms turning to goo as you threw them around his neck. the stars floating behind closed eyes turning you into a dizzy mess.

“fuck!” he seethed as he pumped into you only a few timed before the clench of your hole milked him empty.

he continued at a slower pace before halting fully. no more smacking noises, no more slick sounds, only the heavy and desperate breathing of the two of you filled the silent room. tom raised his hand to the misty mirror behind you, imprinting his mark into it just as he had imprinted his teeth into your neck.

“I don’t want to see you with that other guy…” he finally built up the strength to talk, ignoring how his orgasm made his ears ring and vision go black.

“what’s his name…” he mumbled against your neck, biting once more at its sensitive skin.

“who..?”

[thefreakandthehair]

@steddiemas day 1: deck the halls | wc: 1.2k | rated: m

Robin Buckley loves Christmas.

Like, really loves Christmas. If she could convince Steve to put the tree up in their little shitbox apartment the day after Halloween, she would. In fact, she'd tried last year but Steve reminded her that a live tree would be a needleless fire hazard by Christmas Day and she refuses to entertain the idea of a fake tree.

Absolutely not. Live tree or bust.

And this is how Steve ends up at the Christmas Tree Farm the day after Thanksgiving, dragged around with a fond if not tired smile as she checks tree after tree, pulling their branches, checking their strength and health.

"It has to be a Blue Spruce to hold those heavy ornaments from my parents, and none of these are Blue Spruces!" She bemoans, whipping her head around to glare at Steve. "Are you even helping?"

He rolls his eyes and sips the hot chocolate that warms him from the inside. "I'm here as moral support and to cut the thing down when you find it." Steve wiggles the little saw he'd been handed and nods her on.

Robin scoffs and marches back towards him. "I think there are some Blue Spruces in the lot towards the back."

Without a question, he turns on his heel and follows her. This isn't their first Christmas Tree Hunt so he knows the drill. No matter how much he actually hates Blue Spruces because the needles are sharp and stick him when they hang the lights, he'll never say a word. Not when it makes his best friend this happy.

Eventually, they make the trek through muddy grass and Robin does, in fact, find a Blue Spruce that makes her eyes light up in the hidden away lot.

"This is it," she beams. "This is the one."

"Perfect, here, hold this--" Steve hands her his mug and starts to lean down, only for the tree to start shaking.

A man in ripped jeans and Reeboks lies beneath the tree, his own saw just beginning to make its mark in the stump of the spiky, healthy Spruce.

"Hey! Hey, what are you doing? This is our tree." Robin says, reaching through branches to hold it steady. "We were just about to cut it down, back off."

Steve sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. It's not that he won't defend Robin's honor and get into a fight in a Christmas Tree Farm for her, he'd just really rather not.

The mystery man pokes his head out from under the tree with furrowed brows and two needles sticking out from the top of his head, dirt on his denim jacket that protects what looks like a red and black flannel. Steve's definitely been watching way too many Hallmark movies with Robin lately because holy shit, he's cute.

"Listen, my best friend wants this tree, and I don't even wanna be under here but if she doesn't get this Blue Whatever-The-Fuck, someone's halls are getting decked and it'll probably be mine. So, sorry." He shrugs and returns to his place under the tree. 

Robin looks at Steve, bewildered and frazzled simultaneously. Do something, she mouths. 

Like what? He mouths back, scrunching his face and contorting his mouth. 

She widens her eyes and jerks her head to the side, desperate. 

He should’ve known Robin would be responsible for his demise. 

“C’mon, man, we’ve been here for two hours looking for a tree.” Steve gets no response, just a few grunts that shouldn’t go straight to his crotch but what can he say? It’s been awhile.

He steps forward and lies down beneath the tree with the Tree Thief. “Is she here with you? Your best friend who seems as fucking rabid as mine is here about these trees?” 

Steve watches as the man focuses on the tree stump, rhythmic back and forth motions of the saw moving his torso along the ground with his tongue poking out between his lips. “Maybe I can talk to her? Or send Robin? She’s… convincing?” 

“Chrissy wants this one, dude. Hate to break it to you.” 

“Ah, okay. Robin and Chrissy. Well, I’m Steve, and you’re…?” 

The sawing stops as he catches his breath. “Eddie. I’m Eddie. And unless you’re gonna help under here, you might wanna move. I don’t wanna drop this on you.” 

Steve pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and takes a chance. Reaching out, he places one hand on top of Eddie’s. “Can I make you a deal?” 

Eddie startles, eyes flickering back and forth from the space where their hands touch on the rough bark of the tree up to Steve’s gaze. 

“Depends on the deal, I suppose.” Maybe Steve imagines the flush to his cheeks and the playful grin that blossoms across his lips. All he knows about Eddie is that his best friend’s name is Chrissy and that he has the most beautiful brown eyes Steve’s maybe ever seen. 

Not maybe. Definitely. 

“Uh,” he shakes his head, trying to pull himself out of whatever Christmas romcom he thinks he’s living in. “What if we help you and Chrissy find another tree and I help you cut it down? I’ll even carry it to the car for you.” 

“What are you, some sort of lumberjack?”

“Nope,” he lowers his voice conspiratorially, joking as he leans closer, like an idiot. “Just desperate not to get my halls decked.” It earns him a genuine smile and surprised laugh punched from Eddie’s lungs. 

“Alright,” he taps the saw on the trunk and smirks over at Steve, mere inches apart beneath a Christmas tree. Close enough for the faint scent of Eddie’s cigarettes and Old Spice cologne to permeate the strength of the resinous spruce. “You help us find another tree, lug it to the car, and then meet me for coffee after? Seems like the least you can do, all things considered.” 

Trading numbers with the guy he met while bargaining for Robin’s dream Christmas tree isn’t the weirdest moment of his life, but it’s certainly on the shortlist. As is plucking rogue needles out of his hair when they come up from beneath the tree.

He ends up lugging two Blue Spruces to the parking lot an hour later in two trips— Robin chatting with Chrissy in front of them and Eddie at his side, gravitating closer and closer until their arms nearly touch. 

“You know, you didn’t actually have to do this,” Eddie says, moving away from Steve and to the other side of Chrissy's sedan to help tie the tree to the roof. “You’re not like, actually obligated or whatever.” 

Steve finishes tying his end of the knot and looks across at Eddie, finding him standing with hopeful eyes and a piece of hair drawn in front of his face. 

“Oh, I know.” He smiles and shrugs. “But I want to. Especially the coffee-with-you-after part.” 

“Not until we get this thing up and decked, Munson!” Chrissy pops up next to Eddie at the same time Robin appears next to Steve, both of them practically bouncing on their heels and grinning ear to ear. 

Robin nudges Steve in the side and he looks down to see her phone held out, Chrissy’s number typed into her contacts with a tiny pink heart to it. He gives her a subtle, excited thumbs up from below Eddie and Chrissy’s view beneath the car. 

Eddie slings an arm across Chrissy’s shoulders and ruffles her hair before she fixes her ponytail, indignant. 

“Alright, alright,” Steve laughs. “I’ll uh, I’ll text you?” 

Eddie nods and turns himself and Chrissy towards the front of the car. As he gets in the passenger seat, he looks back at Steve with a mischievous wink most likely emboldened by Steve’s brash flirtation. 

“The sooner, the better.”

[cerulean-volcano]

The Sandslash leaned in with one arm against the shop counter, tilting his head. " Hey, Karie. Been meaning to ask you .. who's that Flygon girl I see at your shop from time to time ? Does she work here ? "

"Hm? Oh yes, That is Avel, Rivor. She is my Delivery girl, for the long trips I can't quickly make myself. I've had her employed here for about a year now, she's a little... Odd at times, but shes a good mon. Why, do you want to meet here one of these days Rivor?"