#sturmboe

[r3dblccd]

Secret Santa🎅 @sturmboe

From Takumi to Sei❤️ (oooh, is he about to propose. HE MIGHT)

From Tai to Kiho❤️ (esp the lucky charm, he better take it everywhere with him. Okay, maybe not everywhere, don't wanna risk losing it)

From Lilith to Melinoe🖤 She doesn't celebrate but she still wanted to give her queen a little something (she needs to experience the magic of technology keeping your mug warm so your drink doesn't go cold)

Another one that doesn't celebrate but Kairi's been good this year

When it comes to Takumi, Yongsun and Chihiro, it's all Takumi, Yongsun is just being dragged along so he isn't girl rotting in his bedroom during his seasonal depression lol

Azalia doesn't celebrate either but she thought Ash would look cute in these

Would Xiao want something for Christmas, Azazel is scared to ask fjbvfdv Anyway he's got a blanket with a hood for him)

From Toi to Chihiro🧡 forbidden snack bag, he just thinks Chihiro would look cute with it. But she DID also give him some actual snacks if he gets hungry)

[tearfest]

ㅤㅤ" what is it that you're not telling me? "

closed starter for @sturmboe, 2/2.

[lustsfuls]

BEING  A  SKILLED  CON-ARTIST,  HANA  had  a  way  of  evading  the  security.  she  was  able  to  enter  his  suite  easily.  she  knew  it  was  risky  to  cross  paths  with  him.  he  was  the  last  person  who  should  see  her  here,  but  some  part  of  her  also  wanted  it  to  happen.  she  was  curious  to  see  how  things  would  go  for  the  two  of  them.  it  was  practically  equals  to  knocking  on  death‘s  door,  yet  she  liked  the  high  of  being  near  it.  ❝i  wasn‘t  stalking  you.  i  happened  to  be  near  the  area,  and  i  needed  to  unwind.  i  picked  the  nicest  suite.  i  didn‘t  know  you‘d  be  the  owner,❞  she  quipped,  her  eyes  glinting  in  amusement  upon  hearing  his  threat.  anyone  who  heard  it  from  his  mouth  ought  to  be  scared  but  she  wasn‘t.  ❝would  you  really?❞  seeing  how  he  was  undoing  his  kimono,  he  was  clearly  planning  to  join  her.  she  shifted  to  give  him  space  as  he  occupied  the  tub.  ❝we‘re  currently  at  a  truce.❞

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[cemeterysgirl]

ㅤㅤsasha enjoyed very little in life. she could total it up to three things: sex, violence, and aoto. so whatever she did with aoto, she tended to enjoy the activity by proxy. she had never been the biggest fan of shopping, either — but she was with aoto now, quietly, but proudly, brandishing the title of aoto's girlfriend. and aoto's girlfriend was currently dragging her better half around the thrift store closest to her motel, an actual smile on heavily made-up features as she stood with her back to him.

ㅤㅤ" it's halloween soon, you know. " the only real holiday she celebrated. favoured over her own birthday, but now second to aoto's birthday. coffin-shaped nails flick through the corsets hung crudely on hangers on the rack, wild and messy raven hair further hiding her face from view as she paused on a bright white one. it was well made, an ivory white bodice detailed with matching white silk ribbons that tied up the front. a stark contrast to the black, barely-there leather one she was wearing in the store. " what do you think? " heels squeaked when she turned to face him, holding the piece against her torso; almost grimacing at the colour. she hadn't worn white since her erased childhood. " ever seen corpse bride? "

closed starter for @sturmboe.

[lovepctions]

𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗔 📸 𝗧𝗢 𝗦𝗘𝗘 𝟯-𝟱 𝗣𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗠𝗬 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗦/𝗛𝗔𝗦 𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗘(𝗦)

𝒋𝒂𝒆'𝒔 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒐𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒐. @sturmboe

[wellfell]

 her keys and phone were clutched tight in her hands . this was the only place that was open around this neighborhood , at this hour of night . . she couldn't walk away further in her pajamas — thankfully covered by a long coat but it was still cold outside and her legs were freezing . his joke brings a breathy chuckle to her plump lips . ‘ sorry daddy . i’ll go home in a minute . ‘ well , she can't . her dead boyfriend's friends are waiting inside her apartment , and for once akina can't imagine what they'll do to her if she goes back . fumiko told her not to even think about going to her house , her family didn't like akina . and others ? well , nobody wants to keep her around after they heard the rumors about her boyfriend's death — it wasn't her . it really wasn't . her legs press together as a shiver runs down her spine when the door opens and another costumer walks in . she brings the ends of her coat to her lap and shifts . ‘ if my daddy saw me sitting here like this he'd probably laugh at my face . ‘ a soft snort , she gently tucks her hair behind her ear . the bartender slides a warm mug of coffee her way . he knows she'll pay another time . ‘ you got a family ? ‘ she asks , once she finally looks at him . head tilted , curled knuckles under her temple . he has such a handsome face .

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[anexthetxc]

"You're late again." Ari didn't know what the excuse was this time, but it was getting irritating. She'd held her spot at the table until they'd arrived, waiting until they actually showed up before she stood up and collected her purse with the intention of walking out just so they knew how upset she was this time.

"Don't bother wasting my time again," she added as she moved to push past them. "Things aren't going to work out here. It's better to use my time on someone that actually values it."

@sturmboe // starter from Ari

[sharpsuite]

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗘𝗦 . . . @sturmboe

" Of course. I didn't mean to imply that it wasn't, nor did I mean any disrespect. Your job is very important to a great many people. " Most might not think a FORENSIC INVESTIGATOR would hold such a stance, but she only helps solve the case. She can only offer comfort in the capture of a criminal. She isn't the one who helps give the dead a proper funeral, or peace, or comfort to any survivors. ( Not that there were relatives in this case but even so. ) " It is good to know there are those like you willing to do so. " Ann offers a small ghost of a smile. " It seems harder to these days. "

Just Noel. She could do that if such was the other woman's desire. " Very well, Noel. " Ann murmurs. " We're on the right track. We have two suspects at the moment, though we're still waiting for lab results to come back, I'm confident in. " Ann exhales slightly. " I think we're going to certainly be able to convict one of them. The other is less certain, but I'm determined to get them both in jail if the evidence supports current theories. "

[gcholdtrops]

test muse starter for : @sturmboe

      "  how  come  you  don't  just  want  to  get  caught  ?  "

[stillresolved]

continued from here! / @sturmboe

"WHAT'S THE POINT?" Unfortunately, they're still a killjoy even when there's alcohol, killing any chances at banter. There's a reason Ga-ram does not get invited to the parties. "You'll just find more ways to make fun of me-hey!" The drink in their hand jostled, the sake soaks into their pants, the couch, and worse, their coat. Unlike most things in their possession, they actually like this coat.

"I thought you said this was high grade sake- you're wasting it and you're ruining my coat." They swallow visibly, still not quite used to the intense of Fujiwara's gaze. They probably never will get accustomed either. Without looking away, they sit up and set the remainder of their sake on the coffee table, free hand running over his torso. "So? We keep doing this without talking about it; you said this doesn't mean anything." They press against Fujiwara, the heat almost unbearable to not push into. Ga-ram stares down at him. "...Are you going to fuck me here then?"

[r3dblccd]

: ̗̀➛ @sturmboe; contidued from here

"Well, they say the more you fuck around, the more you find out," Azazel remarked. Although he didn't really have any expectations. He wanted to let Xiao decide on his own, given the younger seemed to still have doubts about him for some reason. If there was one expectation, it was probably Azazel thinking that the younger would tell him to fuck off right there and then, just like how he usually acted in one way or another even if it was quite obvious he didn't mean it. But this time was a little different. That boy never failed to surprise him.

Something really must be on his mind for him to just go for the kiss at the very first offer. It almost made Azazel want to scold him a little about being so reckless when it comes to 'making deals' with a demon (not that he would play a trick on him, this wasn't even the kind of deal people keep writing about in literature and show in movies, it was nothing like that, but he knew how some demons took opportunities when the door was already open). But he decided to not do it now, perhaps later. As they pulled away, Azazel looked at Xiao. "So, I'm guessing there's something you really want. What is it?"

[tearfest]

ㅤㅤ" what— no goodnight kiss for me? "

closed starter for @sturmboe, 1/2.

[justsurvival]

          a mockingly deep, drawn out sigh.  she mirrors his position and slips her heels off to tuck her legs underneath her.  if this conversation was going to take as long as it seemed like it would,  then she might as well get comfortable.     “the lack of your stunning personality here was noticed,”     she finally concedes,  answering half-jokingly.  “listen,  i can recommend that hartford prescribes something for your sleep troubles and the anxiety.  i would do it myself but i can’t.”     unsaid:  it’s easier if they are not seeing each other professionally.  former patient is how it should stay.  she rests her free hand on his knee casually,  in an offer of reassurance and support.  the distance between them feels a lot closer to her than reality.     “of course,  this assumes that you actually see him for therapy.  if he’s not working,  i have a generous list of the top specialists in the city.”     she knows well what a mask looks like—how someone acts when they avoid a deeply personal topic or find it difficult to confront a truth about themselves.  forget the fact that she’s been in this career for years,  she’s seen it on herself too many times.  her voice lowers as she tries for a comforting,  genuine tone.     “i want you to get the help you need.  i can’t be that person.”

@sturmboe    —    cont

[modcrnspirits]

@sturmboe / m/m gif smut starter

gif 07.

They had not lied to each other that morning. Things had not turned into ruins. In fact, quite the opposite - they improved, at least by Carlos' standards. Their relationship grew more interesting, their visits more often and their intimacy was always evolving as they discovered new things about each other's bodies and preferences. That afternoon was no exception. The cups of tea Carlos had prepared were growing cold in the small table in his living room, but he was too distracted too notice it. Yoshitaka was on his knees between his legs, he had Carlos' cock between his lips and he would slowly bob his head, making most of the inches disappear until they were hitting the back of the man's throat. Carlos had one hand over his head, but he did not push that face down. He had let Yoshitaka have full control over that blow job. "That's it. Fuck. You do it so nicely." The older man moaned, eyes closed as he concentrated on the feeling of those wet lips around his girth. "Gods. Please don't stop."

[lovepctions]

📸 from Hiro

here!!

[turkicgods]

@sturmboe ∣ 🌎

"Do not fear. I mean you no harm."