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Imagine your f/o showing you their weapon collection... The steel glint of a sharp blade catches your eye, and they notice you staring. With a smile, your f/o picks up the blade deftly, their free hand settling on the small of your back. Light shimmers and bends off the blade as your f/o leans close to whisper, "Would you like to see what kind of cut this can make?"

soft tyrelliot sketches (if you think i’m ready to leave them behind, well, i’m not)

ROASTIN AND TOASTIN MY MOOTS OCS (please know i do this outta love)

LOCAL LESBIAN

YOU ONLY MAKE LESBIANS!!!!! OOOH!!!! GET ROASTED!!!!! /p

actually, youd be wrong

[ SMILE ] jesse & yON ???

sexual tension prompts! <3

[ SMILE ] : sender begins to grin at something receiver is saying, like a big unstoppable grin.

her eyes widen- she hadn’t seen his smile in a while, it earns a little uncomfortable noise that seems to get caught in her throat as it attempts to surface- almost as if she’s subconsciously pushing it back down again. “why are you smiling? it’s not fucking funny.” juxtaposition to his own, her expression sat deadpan. gaze remaining on his own as she allowed him to chew on her response to his amusement. 

obviously, jesse wasn’t finding her words funny. yon had admitted, with or without her own consent for it, that she still cares for him. i don’t think thats completely settled in her head just yet, it went something along the lines of, ‘you’re all i want, you are all ive wanted, but i don’t need you.’ and as harsh as yon wished it to be, talking face to face, it’s a lot harder to push back emotions that she and both him no longer want to feel. for emphasis, yon decides to repeat, “i don’t fucking need you.” 

she watches as jesse’s smile fades, a little feeling of satisfaction rushes through her - eyes following his every move as she continues, “i’ve never needed you. you’re nothing to me.” his response fills her with rage, ‘keep lying to yourself.’ she hates that he knows her so well, that he’s right. she can’t handle it. yon repeats herself, his nonchalant responses to her statements only adding fuel to the anger that was brewing within her - but of course, it wasn’t just hate, was it? frustration. 

the room they sat in, their old studio, it was only so big. the more their emotions built up - especially yon’s, the smaller the space felt. when’d they get so close, yon wondered. stood facing one another, the females hand sat on his chest for a moment, seemingly to create some space between them- but yon doesn’t push him away. no, her fingers claw at the material, if someone were watching they’d even see her pull him slightly closer. 

they watch each other closely, exchange a few curse words, yon mutters something along the lines of, “i hope i never see you again.” though her voice, her tone, it’s shifted. her annoyance had faded out, completely, leaving her lips was nothing but desperation. he could sense it too, they both know what they wanted. they hated it. but they wanted it so badly.

each other.

there’s a delay, there’s a - we shouldn’t do this. they’d hurt so - the ache of their hearts so desperately clawing at their hungry libido as their gaze remained on one another, but it wasn’t strong enough. their body & soul collides once more, it’s hard to tell who initiated the kiss. yon’s stumbling backwards, her claws still digging against his chest. they only free his skin to create a little stability for herself once the two collide with a table behind them. it happened so quickly she began to get a little dizzy. his lips are arrows, daggers, the deeper the embrace became - the more that hunger and frustration grew. her jaw was soon being painted, yon’s hands danced, her nails hunted - her legs trapping him flush against her. 

not a breath was taken. as his kiss found her neck, that anger rose again and yon found herself pushing back - tumbling from one side of the room to the other - regaining some control. her hands are in his hair, twisting and not so gently pulling as her body desperately creates some friction between them. the caress continues for what seems like forever - their careless and anguished lust for one another was almost trance like ; a trance to be broken by a sudden crash. time starts again, they’re staring at each other, almost in shock. yon pulls away first, immediately backing away and breaking his gaze.

oh shit. 

there’s a silence, that shit eating grin is back. yon takes a second, her lips part as if to speak something important - alas, nothing. she cant conjure up any words. her mind is fuzzy, she’s angry. but no longer at him - at herself. quickly, she gathers up her jacket and without a second thought - she’s gone. 

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tom wam doodle :)