#we made it out the ofher side folks

[bandofchimeras]

🎶 I can see clearly now the hyperfixation is goonnnne 🎶

[gensou-no-toshokan]

I love your writing so much!! For the prompts can I request "Don't make me come over there myself" and are you still taking the nsfw prompts?

Technically I’m always open to them, so don’t worry.

Note: The actual line is not on this, but the idea behind it is.

Everything was blurry around her, except for him.

Come to think of it everything around felt like that, even herself: the sheets around them were raspy-looking as if they were and even though they felt like silk.

Then there’s his weight on top of hers, it’s the only thing that feels completely real; the way his hot skin brushed and slapped against hers, his muscles contracting and straining with sweat, his hands gripping her from below tightly the talons digging into her skin.

Then there’s his expression.

He always makes a point to hide it from her and pretty much everyone, even when they’re were like this, he hides on the crook of her neck, and even when they fully faced one another, the way he strained to always stay utterly in control it scares her at times.

But right now she can see him completely open: his parted lips that allowed the moans and curses come out clearly, there’s abluish tint that has spread all over his cheeks and nose and he strains to keep his eyes open.

That’s how Nina knows this is a dream.

It happened again, she thought plopping herself down on the bed and wished she could disappear in between the sheets, and maybe if she tried hard enough she would manage.

But the aching between her legs, pulsating and demanding release, the sleek patches on her underwear and her tingling all over would still be there afterwards.

His lips are soft, much softer than she thought they would be.

She looked up to the window and saw the moon was still up there in the sky and groaned on the pillow; if she didn’t sleep well tonight she would be doing a lousy job tomorrow…

His wings cover them both and every time they brush against her skin they both moan

Her fingers dogged into the pillow, forcing,attempting of not ending the job herself. 

The hot and throbbing flesh inside of her, his weight and his kisses… it’s too much…

But it did nothing to erase the ghost feeling of her dreams.

“Everything seems to be the same as the last time I checked you.” Rita said without looking at her.

“Mine…”

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“Thank you, Rita.” She said trying to will down the knot that it had been on her throat since the beginning ofher ‘appointment’. “I just felt like I was coming down with a fever.”

“Any chance to get a look of dragon folk biology is as good as any, even if you’re not full blood.” She spoke taking off her gloves. 

“Uh… still, thank you, is there anything I can get for you as thanks?” She asked and Rita only shrugged as usual muttering something about her paying her tab, and as Nina was about to walk out of the door Rita spoke:

“Nina.” 

“Yes?” She said and when she turned Rita was infront of her, a flask of herbs in hand. 

“Next time you fear you another fever, make tea with these and make sure to chew on the roots,” She said before Nina could ask. “Don’t go overboard because these are expensive, but don’t be too stingy either it’s cheaper and safer than the alternative; it will help you… regulate your cycles.” 

Before this moment she could never think that words alone could open a chasm below her feet and made her want to jump down it to avoid this talk.

“W-what things are you saying?!” She yelled feeling honest to god smoke flaring off her body, and didn’t need a mirror to know her face was beet red.

“Tch, I’m saying that if you have any plans of having an active life you should take precautions… usually I wouldn’t bother with long-living races like yourself and…” She stopped talking and Nina swore there was a tingle on her eyes. “Anyhow…you guys are like ticking clocks and have very specific conditions for any seasonal fever, but unpredictable human genetics tend to throw these cycles all over the chart, so stop being an idiot and take them.” She said pushing the flask inside her pouch

Nina swore she must have looked like a zombie the entire way back home, she ignored people’s greetings or asking her some random things and when she reached her apartment, it had been a week since she moved from Bacchus carriage.

Exactly the day after their encounter.

He eyed carefully Rita’s expression when he dropped the bag in front of her.

It was modest enough; there was a bed, a cabinet and a table, she left Rita’s idea for a gift on the top shelf … is not like she would have much use for them anytime soon.

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Pretending that he had not tied it loose on purposeso the gold coins spilled on her table.

“I suppose I can finally say your tab is payed.” She said picking it up and he had to suppress a sigh at her unimpressed face, he supposed that was expecting too much from her. “But I’m short on change at the moment.”

“Keep all of it.” He said with a hand wave, gold and jewels were worthless in Hell, power was the only true currency. “What?” He asked when she noticed her suspicious stare.

“Should I expect to be cursed from this?” She asked, and he had to suppress the urge to face palm.

“Think whatever you want, zombie, none of my business,”He said, feeling his eye twitch. “I’m not trying to be generous or anything, I hate to be indebted to people, I would pay for the drunkard’s life supply of alcohol if that kept them and their bounty hunters off my back for the next couple of centuries.” 

“So, you went and fact checked.” Rita said and he had to school his annoyance now, this girl had always been too smart for her own good, he stole a glance to the stairs he knew led to the attic, there was enough space up there to make for a good enough living space if the zombie girl kicked her pets out of the place.

Enoughfor one person to live.  

“Nina’s not here.” Rita spoke again and he tried to dissimulate his choking noises into a cough.

“I wasn’t going to ask about that girl.” He said and almost bite his tongue off while doing so. 

“She’s still in Anatae though.” She said and this time he felt his whole body shake with relief, but he still refused to let itall out.

“Good for her.” 

“That’s anawfully impersonal way to refer to your current mate.” 

His wings itched when she started talking, and were fully displayed when she finished saying that word and it left him retching for air while the appendages fluttered wildly filling the room with feathers.

 “Are you really ‘making amends’ or just a convenient excuse to meet with her?” She said, mockery obvious in her voice, Azazel was torn in between denying her claims and ask how did she got such ideas. “I bet you had a pleasant surprise visiting Bacchus.”

“…Where is she then?”…Stupid, stupid lowly body of his, performing such a shameful betrayal, it still wasn’t as bad as the cold judging eyes she regarded him with. 

“Tch… Find her yourself.” She said and started to use the broom or his feathers, making clear her intent to ignore him. 

When Nina opened her door that morning she expected to find the landlady complaining about paying her rent or maybe a compensationfor breaking the cabinet door past week.

Azazel did nothing except walk away and slammed the door as hard as he could.

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She did not expect to find Azazel standing at the other side.

And of course she allowed way too much time to pass in between deciding what to say, or if she should just slam the door on his face because she noticed that his hand was resting against the hinges.

Unless she wanted to pay for property damage too, she was stuck with him.

“You…” he started and Nina could only imagine that his mind was going through a bunch of accusations against her and braced herself against them. “…said you wanted this.” He said instead.

The accusation was still there, but seeing his hand turned into a fist and his pursed lips made her wonder how much was he holding right now.

“I did…” But it was now clear that what exactly she wanted was a little different from what he expected. “But afterwards I felt…”

‘Doubts’  She kept that word for herself and instead considered if to closethe door for them to talk in the hallway or inside the room, but she discarded the this one in a second: both of them in any enclosed space was a big no; but on the other hand other tenants and even the people of the tavern downstairs were listening now, some of them even pretending to chat near them or drink empty glasses.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He spat out and he punched the doorframe slightly making it tremble a bit and she was about yell him about it when she looked at his eyes it brought memories.

Namely the way his body had brought her to howling release more than once.

“Can we please not do this here?” She said in a whisper and averting her eyes from his, noticing how the cracking sound ofthe wood under his grip had resonated all over thr place and people were shamelessly staring at them now.

“Fine,” He said and the weight of his stare was off her body, but before she could feel anyrelief he spoke again:

“What are you doing here?” He asked without turning or standing up from his position, he would not acknowlodge her more than necessary.

“Good riddance.” 

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“I got scared.”

Hearing those words, he almost did turn except that she beat him to the punch and sat next to him instead.

“…Because I’ve never done those things before and I didn’t know what to do.” She said and from the corner of his eye he couldn’thelp but notice her pink tresses.

So he had been right and she had been thrown out of her depth, still…

“You didn’t act as if you were scared when you were with me.” Rather she seemed to enjoy his attentions at its fullest; her heated skin, the desperate noises she made and kisses on his body were forever burned on his memory.

“After… I felt…” She continued and trailed off and he had to grip the stone under his hand to not pry an answer off her by force; it had never done any good when coming to her. “Sorry I lied… It wasn’t anything you did.” 

This time he did turn to face her and the way she was deep in thought caught him off guard, what was she talking about?

“…You said…” She said and her face was becoming very red again.

‘Say you’re mine…’

“Don’t.” He interupted her and he felt like craddling his face on his hands, or punching himself in the gut, either one worked. “I was just caught up in the moment.” 

It grated him to make himself look so… unhinged, but it was better than portraying himself as a poor little sap uncapable of handling an encounter between two consenting parties without any civility.

So, he lied.

“I’m sorry, I… used you, I wanted to feel better about… you know.” She started and she scooted closer to him, her pinky barely brushed against his hand. “…I wanted fun, a distraction and…” 

He had to breath through his nose the bitterness and anger, even after death he was still screwing things up for him.

“And I was there, I offered it myself, so no need to wallow on self-pity over trivial matters.” He said waving his hand, waning to put space between them. 

“If you knew… why did you allow it?” She asked and this time she placed her hand on his thigh and closed in even more the little idiot.

“I was bored, and had not gotten any for some time now.” He forced an arrogant smile and she puffed her cheeks in response, he had to quench down the urge to squish her face and kiss her senseless.

But he would never indulge in those feelings again.

“Tonight, if you want to… I think I’m over my fear-mmhp” He crashed his mouth against her before the she finished talking and helped her put her arms and legs around him, her weight sagging against his body.

“Someone’s gonna see…” She said weakly between breaths when he started to work on her belts.

“The drunkard and the duck passed out, Rita is doing rounds.” He said hurrying to take off the unnecessary garments.

‘Just a little indulgence.’  he said in his mind for each kiss, nip or lapof hers.

Just one… He was always such a great liar.