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The Vere experience, summarized

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so much has happened up until this point in this relationship. so much ais had to apologize for  :  neglecting vere, leaving his lover all alone throughout the weeks in hopes of doing all he can to ensure vere's future comfort. it wasn't intentional, leaving his boyfriend to the confines of consistent four walls and empty spaces. he can only imagine how terrible it made the other feel, perhaps unloved, unattended to, not cherished in the ways ais had always done so. from working long hours at the mechanics to studying late into the night, opting out for a mere three to four hour slumber before he's waking up and leaving again before vere rose from bed.

guilty, oh, he felt so guilty. it showed in the ways he always showed up with flowers or some small gift he knew vere had mentioned to him in passing as a means of an apology. i miss you. vere shouldn't have to and yet, there was a dark cloud stewing above his lover's head, a vulnerability that wasn't always there before. even when they shared tears with one another upon reuniting. i need you, you know. it was hard. it was so difficult, that the revelation of ais being the one who showed no love to the man that changed his world. ais had called out of work and took a personal day from classes to be here, to give everything vere wanted and more, from physical intimacy to emotional reassurance. everything, everything for vere.

so it is no surprise when their heightened emotions gave way to a deeper, sensual encounter in bed. the soft pants and moans mingling with one another as he kissed vere sweetly, a languid pace in which he fucked vere open. he missed this, he missed vere, missed the ways this man gazed upon him with hearts in his eyes and love on his lips  -  he missed the playful quips and the searing kisses. ais missed vere, he felt incomplete, but now, now everything felt perfect. though, there are aching sobs escaping the man below him, and there is a twinge of hurt in his heart. it curls and grips his chest in a way that has ais slowly his pace to near nothing.

"  it's okay,  "  he softly says against quivering lips,  "  let it out, baby  . . .  "  strong, rough hands, calloused from long working hours, smooth themselves against vere's thighs. firm strokes and a reassuring squeeze to the underside,  "  i'm so sorry, for everything. cry all you need to.  "  but the arms that wrap around his neck is something he doesn't expect, vere never shows these tears willingly,  "  you've been so strong for me these past few weeks, vere. i know you must have been so lonely, so neglected.  "  ais' hands move once more and rub against his frame.  "  that'll change, it will. i'll do better for you.  "

vere sniffles, and on cue, he hides his face away. and thus does ais begin to move once more. each thrust sending a shiver down his spine, each mouthing kiss against vere's neck, a searing promise. loving litanies spill from ais' lips in hushed sighs as he relishes his lover's searing warmth, soft sobs and moans mixed in the air and it does not take long for him to pull back and kiss vere once more, as if readily taking away all this heartache and sorrow. he licks against soft tiers, a request to unravel, to indulge, to relish and once lips part. ais slowly drags his tongue against the warmth of vere's mouth, a soft sound escaping him, joined with a weak moan from his lover.

and soon enough, his thrusts become harsher, punishing almost, a chase for something he has felt empty without. a chase for vere and all that made this man so beautiful, from these burning red tresses down to the soft tiers spilling forth staccato moans, to the way he lets go of his restraint when he is in ais' arms. all of it, ais has missed, their act a reminder of how blessed he is to have a man so loving, so caring, so bold, and needy, and gorgeous, and selfish yet selfless in the same vein. how can one man be such a whirlwind of wonders? ais would live his entire life trying to find the answer.

i  -  love you  . . .  -

if the world stopped spinning it'd be in this moment, but perhaps the world spun faster in this very moment. when such words ring out from punched out breaths, from heavy pants and breathless moans. vere always had a way with words, even if they were borderline vulgar or sickeningly sweet. ais would devour them all, with lidded eyes,  ais presses another gentle kiss to vere's lips before speaking.  "  you  . . .  are my world, vere  -  "  he speaks softly, breathlessly.  "  i love you too, baby.  "  another sharp thrust, and they're both gasping in tandem,  "  more than anything  -  "  and another, this time, they groan.  "  you're everything to me.  "

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unfortunately I’ve grown attached to these fruit loops

also they don’t have an official ship name but the fan discord likes calling them Foxspring so I’m using that too :)

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You’re greeted by a crash when you arrive at Kuras's clinic. The room's trashed. Vere freezes, elbows deep in a cabinet.

“I was looking for the candy. He hides the good stuff,” Vere assures you as he pockets several vials. He doesn't explain the bite marks in the furniture.

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I am having, a horrific time on many different fronts to be honest so consider this a few day semi - hiatus from my blogs. I’ll be back by the weekend probably I just need to. Idk what I need to do.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐌𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄   𝐎𝐅   𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒   𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓   𝐀𝐍𝐃   pleasure   is   a   tangible   thing,   a   convergence   of   both   disdain   and   intrigue   that   he   chooses   not   to   focus   too   hard   on.   the   fox   is   a   creature   familiar   with   death,   and   leander   reeks   of   it   -   every   inch   of   him   a   duplicitous   lie   that   none   seems   aware   of   but   he.   still   -   his   hedonism   has   it's   charm,   and   his   body...   a   rose   eye   skates   down   the   bloodhound   leader's   built   frame,   lingering   on   his   chest,   then   between   his   legs,   before   vere's   supple   lips   split   into   a   hungry   little   smile.   

"   still   so   bold,   even   now.   "   the   fox   purrs,   long   lashes   falling   half-mast   'pon   those   pretty   little   eyes   -   especially   as   fingers   find   the   warmth   of   his   thigh.   vere   doesn't   hate   it,   the   strength   in   leander's   grip,   nor   does   he   dislike   the   way   those   lovely   green   hues   swallow   all   the   light   in   the   room.   mm,   yes.   perhaps   vere   could   have   some   fun   tonight   after   all.   

"   i   suppose   i've   made   you   wait   long   enough   for   a   taste,   and   i   am   feeling...   peckish.   "   svelte   digits   loosen   their   grip   on   soft   hair,   vere   allowing   the   other   the   privilege   of   regaining   his   balance,   as   he   removes   his   touch   from   him   altogether.   there   is   the   clank   of   the   corset   about   vere's   waist   hitting   the   ground,   and   the   rustle   of   gauzy   fabric,   robe   falling   free   as   he   remains   garbed   in   only   his   leggings   and   boots.   vere's   predatory   head   tilt   is   uncanny,   punctuated   by   a   soft   little   hum   of   want.   clawed   digit   taps   lightly   at   the   younger's   jawline,   and   vere's   coo   would   have   been   adoring   were   it   not   for   the   look   of   utter   lust   and   loathing   that   purveyed   his   features.   "   entertain   me,   leander,   and   maybe   i'll   even   let   you   have   seconds.   "

oh, to be under the scrutinizing gaze the vulpine gives leander burns in his chest. that empty hollow filling with something that ached in within him. it's no surprise that the presence vere holds over leander is that of pure dominance and command, but there is a touch of . . . allure that gives chase to actions. leander had never thought vere to be someone to conquer, the thought had never occurred to the mage and in a way he feels insulted on vere's behalf. " i never saw you as someone to conquer. " leander softly says, the flush that dusts his features only add to the bewildering expression on his face to such a statement.

" . . . different. " he mumbles, but a short gasp takes him when leander feels the sole of vere's boot press against his chest. balance growing wobbly by the second, that is until he shifts his weight to carry this change. the vulgarity of the image entering leander's mind leaves him blushing further - at the feet of the fox, his . . . own mouth used to clean vere's boot. it was total control. in this moment, leander didn't know if he wanted to revoke such a thing, the lure that dangled in front of his eyes right now seemed so tempting to take.

those emerald eyes shine once vere stands and leander is going to follow the line of the other's stance - until his head is forced back with a steel grip. the sound that escapes leander is but a whine as pain shoots down his spine, a hand grasping for purchase at the back of vere's thigh and squeezing at its fullness. it becomes difficult for him to focus, not when vere's hold is so tight on locks of his hair. " n - not a fan of guessing . . . " he utters, voice strained from his position. yet his eyes, to what they can, glance downwards upon vere. eyeing him with a gaze most hazy. " but i can put my mouth to better uses if you'd like to try. "

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Few little notes on Vere’s HSR verse while I’m. Laying in bed thinking of it. I’ll be doing a more concrete write up when my Carrd commission is complete but for now:

- Vere is a Stellaron Hunter… or well, one of their pets. He has specifically been shackled by Elio to do his (and the other hunter’s) bidding. He is a glorified bite dog, essentially. Why is he chained by Elio? Good question, he won’t tell you, and he also can’t deny his commands.

- I have yet to decide what race Vere is. The easy answer is Foxian which I will consider but for now it’s ambiguous.

- Regardless, because of his ‘Foxian Adjacent’ appearance, Vere has been stationed on the Luofu for around a century or so - at Elio’s behest - in an effort to see many of the plans involving the high cloud quintet come to fruition. However, Vere has no direct involvement in these events - up until later on when he is specifically enlisted to sink his claws (proverbially) into the General (plotted with @foxrott !) by any means necessary. He did witness them of course - and has a decent working knowledge of the things that took place featuring IL, Blade, and JY.

- He follows the Path of the Hunt / utilizes fire as his element of choice.

- He’s still on the Luofu, but all the recent shenanigans may blow his cover!

- In specific verse variant, Elio’s command forced him to leave Ais ( @killcured ) behind in the fragmentum and to say he’s still pissed would be an understatement. He is. Unhappy. And feels awful, and if he could, would sell out Elio in a heartbeat because of it.

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To survive in a decaying world... ↳:Touchstarved

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𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄   𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒   𝐈𝐍   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑   𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄   𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄,   finds   solace   in   the   way   ais   tames   the   beast   that   runs   beneath   his   skin   and   doesn't   recoil   from   the   teeth   that   the   fox   has   a   penchant   for   showing.   no   one   else   in   all   of   eridia   -   all   of   their   scarred   little   world   from   this   side   of   the   shroud   and   beyond   -   has   the   capability   of   mollifying   and   training   the   dangerous   creation   that   vere   is.   it's   always   different   for   ais.   it's   always   been   different   for   ais,   and   it   always   will   be   different   for   ais.   vere   knows   this   in   his   core   and   it   is   why   he   is   so   utterly   comfortable   with   being   an   absolutely   incorrigible   brat.   

"   maybe   i'm   a   slow   learner.   "   he   breathes   ever   so   sweetly,   the   taste   of   ais   (   of   what   remains   of   himself   upon   the   other   ),   heavy   on   his   tongue.   rose   hues   are   near   violent   with   their   lust,   regarding   the   demon   before   him   not   unlike   predator   and   prey,   and   vere   smirks   again,   soft   lips   lilting,   especially   as   those   gentle   fingertips   find   silky   red   tresses.   "   mm-   "   the   touch   and   the   praise,   they   both   earn   ais   the   sweetest   of   sounds,   a   rewarding   flutter   of   those   pretty   eyes,   and   vere   happily   gives   the   thick   cock   before   him   a   squeeze   -   before   going   back   to   work.   

sweet   pink   tongue   darts   forward,   caressing   the   slit   slow   and   lascivious,   as   vere   eases   the   demon   back   into   his   mouth.   cheeks   hollow   ever   so   slowly,   and   the   fox   begins   the   slow   and   arduous   process   of   taking   ais   as   deep   as   he   physically   can,   until   pretty   eyes   water,   his   throat   constricts   with   a   swallow,   and   he   pulls   back   with   a   hot   breath.   saliva   connects   him   to   the   object   of   his   affection,   and   the   fox   makes   a   show   of   it   -   slowly   laving   his   tongue   over   the   silvery   strand   while   watching   his   lover's   features   -   before   pulling   him   back   past   wet   lips.   vere   sets   a   rhythm   soon   there   after,   a   slow   and   meticulous   bob   of   his   head,   as   if   savoring   the   way   ais'   substantial   girth   raws   his   throat,   and   groaning   each   time   the   salt   of   the   head   hit   his   taste   buds.   each   movement   is   practiced   -   flawless,   a   dance   he   knows   so   well   and   loves   to   perform   on   behalf   of   ais,   ais,   ais...   

vere   is   a   vision   in   the   shrine,   a   chained   monster   upon   his   hands   and   knees,   scarlet   tail   swaying   above   the   blood   red   of   the   sea   spring   as   he   lingers   at   it's   edge.   to   vere   -   this   act   was   near   holy,   the   demon   beneath   him   a   god   in   this   domain,   and   the   fox   more   than   willing   to   serve   at   his   pleasure.   

rude vere calls him, and ais could not help but chuckle. he's taught the fox better, has told vere, showed vere the punishment for interrupting him. though, at this point, ais knows these punishments only fuel vere's bratty, needy behavior -

ais' voice is a touch disappointed in vere, but one knows, vere knows it's but an act in their play. " i've taught you better, kit. " when the fox slips south to sit between his legs, ais instinctively sits up, a hand pressed against the platform to hold himself up. there's no hesitation in the way vere begins to mouth at him through his pants, the hot breath against his clothed cock sends a shiver down his spine and his eyes lid at the sight of vere's playful tease. once free, ais gasps softly when his growing erection twitches against the chilling air.

and it is a groan so low and rumbling in his chest when he feels that tongue upon him. it's a thrum of pleasure licking against his abdomen, fueling that flickering flame back to a scorching roar and the demon, so patient and delighted by the fox's eagerness. the squeeze however, traps ais' breath in his throat, his gaze heated and glossy with a grin so devious. " i pay plenty of attention to you . . . " the demon softly coos. vere's hand slides against his cock and it takes trained patience to not buck into that hand. " mm . . . but you know better. " he says lowly, " i've trained you better than to make demands. "

vere takes the tip of his length into his mouth and he groans when the fox sucks, it's one way to get ais to melt; vere knew him far too well. the demon knows what he's doing, vere will do all the things he knows brings ais to a lax puddle under him, he will do everything and take and take and take until he's had all he's ever wanted for this evening. " ha . . . it's more of a crime looking so gorgeous as you do while sucking my cock. " his hand, always so gentle in its affection reaching out to scarlet tresses and he pushes bangs that obscure vere's eyes. " be good and maybe i'll indulge you for the rest of the evening. "

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i don't feel like colouring this

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𝐒𝐎   𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘   𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒   𝐎𝐅   𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄   and   nothing   blooms   warmth   in   his   chest   quite   like   ais   does   -   nothing   makes   him   as   irrevocably   happy   as   the   demon's   presence   at   his   side.   vere   was   not   a   good   creature.   he   was   not   kind.   malevolence   and   a   thirst   for   power   ran   prevalent   in   his   veins,   cloying   like   blood   in   his   throat   but   ais...   ais   made   him   feel   like   he   deserved   the   world,   made   him   feel   like   his   whole   existence   was   more   than   the   collar   at   his   throat,   the   harness   adorning   his   body.   sweet,   perfect,   ais...   vere   had   denied   him   for   too   long.   he   knew   this,   and   sought   to   make   up   for   it   in   ways   he   knew   how.   

anyone   who   knows   vere   at   all   can   see   the   adoration   bloomed   within   rose   wine   eyes,   dagger   pupils   soft   in   the   lantern   light   beneath   his   lover's   stare.   his   ears   twitch   to   and   fro   faintly,   and   there   is   the   slight   tug   of   his   tail,   as   he   pulls   the   demon   close   beneath   the   awning   that   sheltered   them.   his   claws   continue   their   pattern,   rotating   that   ring,   dreaming   of   the   sensation   of   one   adorning   his   own   finger.   a   perfect   fit,   something   simple,   so   the   senobium   wouldn't   question,   wouldn't   wonder...   

"   ais,   i...   "   something   profound   hangs   on   vere's   tongue,   ready   to   burst   forth   like   a   dam   in   the   balmy   night   air,   ready   to   wash   over   them   both   but   the   first   sounds   of   music   fill   the   air   -   and   ears   reflexively   twitch   towards   the   cacophony,   beckoning   his   attention.   "   oh,   it's   starting!   "   with   excitement   befitting   a   kit   more   than   vere's   many   years,   he   twines   their   fingers,   dragging   the   demon   amongst   seats   to   find   them   theirs,   where   he   firmly   sits   them   both.   vere   has   no   qualms   about   immediately   leaning   into   his   companion's   side,   one   arm   looping   through   his,   and   those   claws   continuing   to   play   with   the   ring.   vere's   gaze   though   is   focused   upon   the   performer,   his   ears   perked   and   attentive,   even   as   his   tail   settles   upon   both   his   and   ais'   chair   (   so   as   to   keep   it   from   the   ground,   of   course   ).   

"   this   one   is   my   favorite.   "   he   murmurs,   "   she   isn't   from   eridia,   and   only   comes   once   a   year.   journeys   through   the   outskirts   and   fogfall   to   get   here...   insane   if   you   ask   me,   but   her   music...   "   there   is   a   quiet   rustle,   vere's   head   falling   to   ais'   shoulder,   "   brings   me   peace.   "

the demon was . . . skeptical on going out into hightown, but with vere, who looked at him so pleadingly and draped himself across their lap - begging for ais to join him to watch a lutist's performance, the demon could not find it within him to say no. he will; however, mutter his annoyance over having to dress better, as vere would say, than he already does. none of that, dress up for me? ais could not deny that either, so he has chosen something comfortable, something traditional, something ais felt more aligned with when outside of his typical wear.

a flowing yukata, snug against his frame with a warm red haori accenting his attire. for once, ais did not mind the looks he got from those he had walked past - many remained wary of the demon, others gave him a wide berth. none of it mattered when he laid eyes on vere. nothing ever mattered to him when the fox came into view, and the air had been taken from his lungs - breathless and utterly speechless at the sight of vere wearing his gift. it was beautiful on him, the bells upon the kanzashi were light and playful, matching the visage of the fox before him.

if only vere could take a compliment without his vain behavior coming into play. but that is something he has always loved about the vulpine. he always loved vere's confidence in himself, it was electrifying to witness, in both strength, guile, and beauty. vere was everything. he had always been everything. that is when, bringing ais back from the depths of his thoughts, he's pulled in by that fluttering gaze. dark lashes and affections spilling forth with such fondness it lodges ais' breath within the confines of his throat. he could only watch in silence, complete and utter silence, his gaze : fond, curious, amazed.

the ring. ais' lifelong confession hidden away in the shape of this black ring. the demon could watch as vere rotated it, watched the way he was so tender in his touches. sweet to him, sweet to this symbol of ais' love : i'm committed to you, i have always been, it has only ever been you. he wants to say, but vere knows, he has always known. " you think so? " ais' voice is small, so soft, and fragile - his heart would give out with how fast, how hard it was beating against the cage in his chest.

" then . . . then we'll get you one. whatever style you'd like, whatever you'd like, vere. "

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Another sketch I can now post

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@killcured : ❛ you look… amazing. ❜

𝐈𝐓'𝐒   𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐑   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐒   𝐈𝐍   𝐇𝐈𝐒   soul,   gentle   adoration   unfettered   in   his   desire   for   the   being   before   him.   the   hanging   lanterns   of   high   town   paint   a   backdrop   of   resplendence   for   the   fox,   bathing   his   carefully   groomed   tail   and   brushed   hair   in   luminous   shades   of   gold   that   further   hint   to   it's   blood   red   tonality.   his   outfit   was   plainer   than   usual,   but   no   less   fine,   robes   cut   open   at   the   chest   and   thigh   high   boots   polished   to   perfection   -   ais'   colors,   also   a   shade   of   vibrant   crimson,   adorning   the   main   focuses   of   his   state   of   dress,   as   if   he   seeks   to   make   a   statement.   carefully   seated   in   his   meticulously   styled   hair   was   the   kanzashi   he'd   been   so   recently   gifted,   fox   and   bells   blooming   from   the   vestiges   of   his   tresses   like   an   unfurling   flower.   

when   he   sees   ais   -   when   ais   speaks,   vere   smiles   -   bright   and   genuine,   pulling   him   away   from   the   lingering   crowd   and   beneath   a   small   awning.   in   the   square,   a   lutist   plays   -   not   vere's   favorite,   but   enough   to   further   the   mood,   to   bespell   the   tender   notions   of   their   affections.   it's   his   clawed   fingertips   that   wind   with   ais'   own,   and   he   presses   their   chests   flush,   uncaring   of   the   prying   eyes   of   eridian   nobility.   

the   demon's   words   squeeze   his   cold,   black   heart,   and   vere   is   unable   to   hide   the   blush   blooming   'pon   his   features.   "   don't   i   usually?   "   he   teases,   but   it   comes   out   breathless   -   because   there   is   something   special   about   this   moment,   something   soft   and   profound.   vere   looking   up   at   ais   through   dark   lashes,   tail   wrapping   around   them   both,   and   two   fingertips   lightly   rotating   that   familiar   ring   that   sits   on   ais'   finger.   maybe   it's   the   lights,   maybe   it's   the   champagne   from   before,   but   vere's   kiss   is   soft   and   tender   -   and   his   words   profound.   "   maybe...   maybe   it's   time   i   get   one   of   these   too.   "

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@foxrott: ❛ am i not good enough? ❜

𝐈𝐓'𝐒   𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐅𝐋𝐘   to   his   lips,   unfettered   annoyance   blooming   bright   on   the   vulpine's   face   at   leander's   ever   affable   attitude,   even   in   the   face   of   humiliation.   vere   thinks   to   just   grunt   out   his   displeasure,   but   the   opportunity   to   demean   the   rot   smelling   bastard   is   not   something   he   likes   to   pass   up.   so   vere   stares   down   at   the   mage,   who   kneels   at   his   feet,   with   one   of   vere's   ever   shiny   booted   feet   resting   nonchalantly   at   his   shoulder.   arms   have   crossed   over   his   chest,   and   vere   is   the   very   picture   of   tension   and   aggravation...   but   also,   perhaps,   a   bit   of   sensual   curiosity   .   

"   hmm.   "   mutters   the   fox,   paying   no   mind   to   the   din   of   the   wet   wick   outside   the   door,   or   the   fact   that   the   others   would   certainly   wonder   where   they'd   both   scampered   off   to.   "   good   enough   for   what?   "      he   muses,   "   to   add   me   to   your   list   of   conquests?   "   outward,   that   long   leg   extends,   pressing   delicately   to   leander's   chest   now,   applying   the   slightest   bit   of   pressure   to   force   him   to   bend   backwards   beneath   vere's   mischief.   "   or   to   shine   my   boots   with   your   mouth?   "   up   he   gets   then,   that   same   foot   falling   between   leander's   strong   thighs   with   a   thunk,   bracing   against   the   floor   while   clawed   digits   find   woody   hair   to   yank   his   head   back.   "   one   of   them   you   are   certainly   fit   for...   "   he   purrs,   delicious   and   dangerous,   coercing   that   poor   poor   mage   closer   to   the   fire   of   vere's   hunger,   "   how   about   you   guess   which?   if   you   win,   i'll   give   you   a   prize.   "

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@killcured : ❛ please don’t do this, don’t act like you care. ❜

𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄   𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃   𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄   𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇   him,   he   thinks,   any   other   day   -   and   any   other   person   would   be   slaughtered   in   a   heart   beat   for   uttering   things   such   as   that   to   him.   but   not   ais.   never   ais.   ais   is   always   the   exception   to   the   rule   for   vere,   and   this   time   is   no   different   -   as   he   kneels   before   the   demon   in   the   shrine,   a   antiseptic   soaked   cloth   dabbing   ever   so   lightly   at   his   features.   another   brawl,   another   fight   -   only   this   time,   perhaps,   ais   hadn't   quite   been   clear   headed   enough   to   come   out   utterly   unscathed   as   usual...   and   vere,   despite   all   his   idiosyncracies   and   tenuous   displeasures   for   their   current   situation,   well,   his   soft   spot   wasn't   a   lie   to   anyone   that   knew   anything   about   the   fox

a   scowl   pulls   at   supple   lips,   and   the   vulpine   rocks   back   on   booted   heels   between   ais'   strong   legs.   one   hand   rests   upon   a   broad   thigh,   and   he   stares   up   at   the   demon   through   thick   lashes,   look   distinctly   unamused   -   before   going   back   to   the   task   at   hand.   "   stop   whining,   ais.   "   he   grits   out,   vague   irritation   a   mask   for   his   hurt.   of   course   he   cares.   he's   always   cared.   that's   why   they're   in   this   position   in   the   first   place   -   but   to   vere,   ais   refused   to   see   past   the   chain   on   his   neck   and   the   way   he   had   to   leave   each   morning   before   dawn.   "   you're   going   to   open   it   again.   "   a   tut,   as   he   discards   the   blood   stained   cloth   and   falls   silent   a   long   moment.   ears   twitch   backwards,   his   tail   lowered   so   far   it   even   brushes   the   ground   -   and   he   sighs,   "   don't   make   me   say   it.   "   he   murmurs,   yet   vere   knows   he   will   already...   and   ais   won't   believe   him.   ironic,   given   that   the   demon   is   the   one   person   he's   ever   truly   honest   with.   

                                                                                      "   i   care.   i   care   too   much.   "

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𝐈𝐍   𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐒   𝐎𝐅   𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐒,   𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒   wasn't   quite   where   vere   had   predicted   he   would   end   up.   he'd   had   plenty   of   lewd   encounters   in   suspect   places,   but   even   he   had   never   gotten   on   his   hands   and   knees   in   a   dirty   alleyway   -   allowing   himself   to   be   taken   apart   at   the   hands   of   someone   he   had   entirely   different   plans   for.   a   few   handys   and   blow   jobs,   sure   -   but   this?   something   about   their   coupling   was   nigh   on   tantric,   fulfilling   in   a   way   that   bridged   beyond   primal   and   desperate   need   and   curling   about   the   very   darkness   at   his   core,   strangling   and   coaxing   his   proverbial   shadows   to   wreath   through   finn's   fingertips   on   impulse.   those   shadows,   his   carnal   blood   lust,   vere   himself   -   would   it   be   so   bad   to   surrender   to   finn?   to   be   his   in   ways   other   than   this?   would   it   be   so   awful   to   be   filled   like   this   every   night,   hour   after   hour,   until   vere   knew   nothing   but   undaunted   pleasure   and   bliss   at   the   elfin's   hands-

he   snaps   back   to   the   present   with   a   sharp   gasp,   the   taller's   motions   slamming   into   something   inside   of   him   the   same   moment   he   nibbles   upon   a   soft   ear.   and   vere   -   damn   him   -   he   keens   his   pleasure,   a   soft,   high   pitched   sound.   ears   twitch   backwards,   head   snapping   upright   and   his   body   going   taught   like   a  ��bowstring   as   walls   tighten   reflexively   around   finn's   cock,   as   his   body   gives   into   those   sensuous   desires   and   he   rolls   his   hips   backwards   greedily,   reflexively   attempting   to   repeat   the   sensation,   to   chase   that   feeling   again   and   again   and   again.   he   doesn't   beg,   not   yet,   he   doesn't   whisper   the   elfin's   name   again   -   fangs   sinking   into   his   lower   lip   as   if   to   control   himself   and   even   then...

a   clawed   hand   raises,   thrown   haphazardly   around   finn's   head   so   that   his   fingertips   might   curl   into   the   back   of   it,   nesting   carelessly   among   silken   gold   tresses.   in   the   next   moment,   finn   is   further   overwhelming   him,   that   silky   voice   and   those   sweet   yet   demeaning   words   enough   to   make   his   own   cock   twitch,   only   further   accented   by   the   slide   of   hands   against   the   most   sensitive   parts   of   him.   vere   is   unable   to   resist   it   now   -   as   svelte   fingertips   seal   around   his   weeping   slit   and   a   perked   nipple   -   he   tilts   his   head   towards   finn,   craning   his   body   in   such   a   way   that   he   can   seal   their   lips   together,   desperate   and   messy   and   hungry   and   only   barely   muffling   the   whine   that   spills   forth,   so   forceful   it   shakes   his   entire   frame.   

"   ah,   i-   "   it's   so   good.   the   rational   part   of   vere   has   to   wonder   why,   why   this   entire   exchange   has   been   so   delicious.   but   he   can't.   he   can't   because   his   mind   is   filled   only   with   finn   and   the   way   he   feels   inside   him,   the   way   he   claims   him   so   thoroughly,   the   way   his   hands   make   a   mess   of   the   other   parts   of   his   body.   "   fuck.   "   murmured   through   sloppy   laps   of   his   tongue,   of   hurried   thrusts   of   his   hips   -   heat   coiled   tight   in   his   gut,   a   precipice   that   loomed   before   him,   a   high   so   close   he   could   nearly   taste   it   if   finn   could   just   give   him   a   little   more,   a   little   harder.   and   then   the   word   spills   forth   again,   this   time   born   on   the   back   of   a   whimper,   barely   audible   but   no   less   humiliating   and   delicious,   as   if   he   asks   for   permission:   "   please.   "

⠀⠀⠀❛look at you, look how lovely you are,❜ finn's voice caressed the air, filled with a tender appreciation for vere's captivating allure. as his breath mingled with the warm tendrils of desire, finn's words traced a path along vere's skin. with a delicate playfulness, finn's teeth found their mark, gently catching one of vere's ears, his nibbles teasing and provocative. ❛you are going to be as lovely as you have ever been when i am done with you.❜ the intensity of his desire was mirrored in his words, each syllable dripping with a tantalizing promise of the pleasure yet to come. as he breathed his intentions into the space between them, finn's voice became an incantation.

⠀⠀⠀as the heat of desire consumed him, finn surrendered to the throes of passion, unleashing a fervor that echoed through every fiber of his being. with each rhythmic thrust, he immersed himself in the intoxicating dance of pleasure, his body becoming a vessel for the raw energy that surged within him. lost in the depths of his longing, finn's movements gained an intensity that bordered on primal. the force of his jackhammer-like motions spoke of a relentless hunger, a craving that could not be contained. his breath mingled with the symphony of sighs and moans, filling the air with a heady mixture of desire and abandon.

⠀⠀⠀in response to vere's body arching with an exquisite grace, finn's fervor intensified, his movements becoming increasingly unrestrained and daring, fueled by a hunger that knew no bounds. with each reckless thrust, finn reveled in the raw connection that coursed through their entwined bodies. the line between control and abandon blurred as he immersed himself in the heady symphony of pleasure and vulnerability. his touch, once gentle and tender, now carried an exhilarating edge—a boldness that mirrored the fervor within his soul.

⠀⠀⠀in the throes of their passionate entanglement, finn's voice, husky with desire, cut through the air like a sultry melody. a mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he uttered his playful proclamation, the words dripping with a mixture of longing and amusement. ❛ah, look at us now,❜ finn purred, his voice thick with anticipation. ❛who is devouring who? i shall savor every morsel of your delicious essence.❜ with each word, his voice resonated with a primal hunger, the promise of an insatiable appetite that yearned to consume vere whole. as finn's hands ventured into audacious territory, his touch became a symphony of decadence and exploration. they roamed with purpose, tracing the contours of vere's body with a confidence born from familiarity and desire. with every caress, finn unraveled another layer of their shared intimacy, igniting new sensations. one of his hands teases the bud of vere's breast, while the other teases the fox's cockhead ever so gingerly.

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@rimefiles : ❛ you look better in my clothes than i do. ❜

𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐄   𝐎𝐅   𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒   𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊   upon   supple   skin   is   a   balm   to   his   exhausted   body,   warmth   permeating   each   inch   of   his   frame.   the   way   the   fox   lays   is   indeed,   distinctly   vulpine,   curled   half   on   his   side   with   a   cheek   resting   upon   his   arm,   both   legs   bent   slightly   at   the   knee   and   his   luxurious   tail   positioned   over   his   rear   between   bare,   tanned   legs.   the   position   would   be   almost   innocent,   were   it   not   for   his   state   of   nudity   below   the   waist,   the   only   shred   of   clothing   on   him   a   luxurious   tunic   falling   to   his   knees,   and   rucked   up   mid-thigh   due   to   lacking   any   proper   outlet   for   his   tail.   couple   that,   of   course,   with   the   blooming   marks   upon   his   flesh,   the   knowledge   that   the   sheets   and   clothing,   the   scent   that   surrounds   him,   the   essence   that   fills   him…   all   belong   to   finn,   finn,   finn…   well,   it   had   been   an   exhausting   week   for   vere.   one   that,   any   other   time,   he   would   have   found   humiliating   in   the   wake   of   their   entanglement   (and   his   failed   murder   attempt),   but   he   was   frankly,   too   blissed   out   to   care.

the   elfin’s   words   have   him   groaning,   stirring   to   life   with   a   slow   stretch   of   long   limbs,   a   swish   of   his   tail   across   rumpled   bedsheets.   he   cracks   open   one   rose   hued   eye,   the   dagger   like   pupil   zeroing   in   on   the   culprit   of   his   state   with   a   flare   of   color   to   his   cheeks   and   a   baited   breath.   he   stares   at   finn,   gaze   alternating   between   tired   and   hungry,   hungry   and   tired.   he’s   been   satiated…   thoroughly   and   many   times,   yet   that   doesn’t   stop   the   fox   from   reaching   out   to   loop   a   clawed   hand   around   finn’s   wrist,   and   tug   him   back   towards   the   bed.

vere   rolls   onto   his   back,   tunic   splitting   at   his   thighs   and   doing   little   to   cover   his   most   private   bits.   blood   red   hair   falls   about   his   lovely   features,   tail   and   ears   twitching   in   curiosity,   as   the   the   fox   roves   a   lazy   hand   over   his…   what?   lover’s   chest?   “   i’ve   hardly   worn   clothes   all   week.   ”   he   breathes,   “   indulge   me   in   this,   you   insatiable   bastard.   ”   and   yet   his   words   are   strangely   affectionate,   coupled   with   a   mischievous   dance   of   his   lovely   gaze,   as   he   yanks   finn   just   a   touch   closer.   docile.   he’s   docile   in   the   moment   -   ruined   so   thoroughly   that   now,   at   this   very   point   in   time,   finn’s   presence   was   a   balm,   enticing   the   normally   fang-filled   fox   into   sweet,   almost   beguiling   submission.