Open Starter (Females only)

Open to Everyone (Mutuals and Non- Mutuals)

Connection - Friend, ex girlfriend, ex wife, colleague, ex lover, lover, sister of colleague.

Plot - Luca has returned home to find his wife in bed with another man and during a confrontation with her, she's lashed out and injured him (isn't the first time) and demanding a divorce and reveals that their expected child isn't his. But the female coming to his rescue, he ends up putting the moves on her.

Trigger warnings - Domestic violence, affairs, violence, angst and drama.

Luca had found himself in a bar, sporting a busted lip and a black eye as he held the glass of ice to his head and finished another beer. He could smell her perfume as soon as she walked into the bar and it got stronger as she drew closer, not even bothering to look up at her. "This you coming to say i told you so?"

[LAP]: sender pulls receiver onto their lap

the sudden action takes the officer by surprise. a yelp escaping her. a strong arm wrapped around her middle - dragging her into @burygods’s lap, less than graceful as she collapses into him. fingers splayed across his chest, bell-like laughter trickling past her lips.     ❝ james…… you are impossible,❞     she scolds, shaking her head in disbelief. they’re at work, supposed to just grab a bottle of water from the fridge and be on her merry way - clearly he has other ideas.     ❝ what now playboy? ❞      brow raised in question, anyone could walk in - still she leans closer, peppering small kisses along his jaw.

They were heading back from running some of the errands that had piled up when they were in Vanystea, when the sharp smell of blood hit their nose. While that wasn't necessarily an oddity in the Plains, the fact that they were passing through one of the biggest gathering areas for the packs without seeing more than a handful of other Aifaen made it stand out in a way that had brilliant red fur raising to stand on end.

Eleare's ears pinned back against their head, and they did a little circle as they investigated the smell further. In the same direction, they could smell a large group of other beasts gathered. And as they followed the trail a bit further, they picked up something more...familiar. Three scents that they had come to know intimately, over the years.

Before they've even fully realized it, their paws are carrying them toward the sources of the scent in a full sprint. When they reach the others, gathered around in an anxious circle, the inari squeezes and leaps their way through the crowd, ignoring the grumbles and snarls that some gave in response.

"Ma..."

"Mom..."

Just as they'd thought, the moment they broke through the crowd, Eleare was met with the faces of their older children-- Thelrin and Raelin. They had been knelt on the ground with their backs toward Eleare at first, but the moment they got close enough and shifted forms, both jumped to their feet and turned to face Eleare.

Red eyes traveled quickly over their forms, making sure that they weren't injured before moving on to the person the two had been kneeling beside. They could feel their stomach twist in anticipation, before dropping altogether when their gaze fell upon the third familiar face.

"Eleare? Wh--"

Before he can even respond, they're practically on top of him. Hands pushing clothing aside to get a better look at the wounds that littered the other Aifaen's body. They had to fight their instincts to growl and shoo away the healers that were already helping him, and instead gripped the man's arm tight.

"What happened to you? When did you get back from Ahnia, Antale?" They sounded angry, and both Thelrin and Raelin's ears pressed back flat to their heads, starting to move away to avoid Eleare's wrath. Unfortunately, that only seemed to draw their attention. "And you two! If your father is back home, let alone injured, why would neither of you come to get me? I swear to Bralis, Tal, if you told them not to just because you didn't want to worry me, I'm going to finish you off in front of the whole Plains!"

"Lea, please...it hasn't been long, I promise." The man-- Antale-- lifts a hand, pressing a finger to their nose despite the way their lip curled like they were ready to bite. They don't, though...after a moment or two, the harsh air around them falters, and they lower their head a bit, so Antale's fingers could run through their hair, and rub at one fluffy ear. "I'm fine, I've had worse than this. The exhaustion from the fighting caught up to me, is all."

Eleare doesn't seem at all pleased to hear the last bit, but as it seems that Antale had more to say, they kept it to themself.

"...Something happened in Ahnia-- Elyki is causing trouble alongside the coup out there. That's why I'm here, and why I'm worse for wear. I was asked to relay what happened to the heads. Warn them, and see if they can spare some help."

@bishonenprince asked, “Don’t I deserve this one little fantasy?” - Sunday

‘an offer from a gentleman’ prompts || Status: Accepting

He had hoped their meeting would be a one off ordeal and that he could go off planning for the Charmony Festival and working against the ill intentioned heathen hidden in what should be a utopia.

Still he tried to smile despite the fact many nights his mind had been so busy worrying, fretting and dealing with the various figurative fires going off around him that there was for no true rest. Just work, wanting to scream, more work and various people forcing him to pleasant just so he would not come off as an ill mannered man.

This being one of those people.

"Might I suggest pursing such things with other people? As much as I would love to indulge you I have my hands tied. Believe me, I'm sure a man such as yourself could find many people that would love to share this evening with you."

Obviously it’s a match made in heaven. You don’t get to pick the music though, no way. And there’s no way in hell shotgun’s gonna shut his cakehole.

~*~ “The day we get divorced is when you actually try to slow kiss me. However we should go down to the lawyers because I honest-to-God believe I’d lose custody of Beth to you.”

“Other than that, we’re ride-or-die, man. You’re more important, more loyal, and better than the actual Jersey Devil ever was. We’ll agree to disagree about the music, even though that shouldn’t be an issue, we pretty much have the same tastes.”

@therealgamble  {{xx}}

“..S’because I’m really very clever,” she replies lightning fast. She wishes it were true, but she’s always going to have a part of her that’s soft on him. No matter how many times they tell each other that nothing is going on. No matter how hard her brother wants to believe that. “Because we’re out of vodka and you, sweetheart, are afraid to, no matter how much you say you aren’t.”

OPEN STARTER: @chrisalonso-domluca-jimstreet LOCATION: Luca's Apartment TIME: Twilight // Early Winter CHARACTERS:  Willow Hale && Dom Luca VERSE: S.W.A.T

"He needs you, it's bad, Will..."

Streets voice cut through the line, the pain in his words breaking her heart. She took one look at her date, a man whose last name was lost on her, fumbled an apology and darted out. The restaurant was only a few blocks away from his apartment, and she ran to him. The cold whipping at her small body, the heels clicking on uneven ground until she reached the elevator in the lobby of his building, her heart pounding as she waited for it to go up. The key to his door already in her hand. Willow didn't bother knocking, flinging the hard wood open. The room was dark, it took a moment for her eyes to adjust, feeling her way through the room until she found him sprawled out on the couch. His large frame too big for the two seater, a bottle of beer beginning to slip from his fingers.

Panic bloomed in her chest, tears welling in her eyes as she kicked the door closed and ran to his side. Dropping to her knees, a small hand brushing against his cheek, cupping his face. "Dom? Dom... what happened? Talk to me..." Her voice soft and gentle, concern overshadowing anything else. Tears welling in her eyes as she tried to get him to focus on her...

It was platonic and he didn't mean it. It was platonic and he didn't mean it. It was platonic and he didn't mean i—-

@loveb1tten → FROM NATHANIEL TO KELLY : prompt ↳ " [ PIN ] : sender pins receiver in place during foreplay/sex. "

at this rate the film they had put on forty minutes prior had become nothing more than background noise. it didn't take either of them particularly long to find the other's lips, to rid the other of their top layers as makeout session became a bit more heated in nature. kelly's hands began to wander his chest and lower down to the hem of his boxers, as she starts to adjust herself to switch positions, but it was as though nate foreseen these turn of events and one hand came to grab hers and clasp them above her head to the arm of the couch. in one swift expertly executed motion that quite frankly took her breath away.

body locked under his, most of his weight at the hips to keep her in place on the couch, to stop her from attempting to flip them over to straddle him. she'd rather be on top, in life, in bed, looking down at her partner from above, but there was something about nate's form holding her in place that had a heat ignite in the pit of her stomach, flames coming to lick at her skin, begging for more.

❛ ❛ not fair. ❜ ❜ woman muttered on moany breath as his lips left hers, kiss - swollen lips pulled into a pleased smirk despite words. it mightn't have been fair for what she wanted to do to him, but it all still felt very, very good.

I'm caught up on all of my weewoo shoes and I need some new shows to watch until the wait is over for new seasons! I'm trying out SWAT, Supernatural, etc. If anyone wants to recommend me their favorite shows, please do!!!

Open Thread

Open to Males and females, mutuals and non mutuals

Character relationships- boyfriend/ girlfriend/ friends and colleagues, love interest

Plot- Luca (previously a SWAT officer) was sentenced to prison for committing a homicide which he was framed for, but since coming out of prison he's changed and not for the better, even his friends on the squad have noticed how much he's changed. He's got no where to stay and his money from earning money in the prison is running out and he refuses to accept charity, even from friends.

Trigger warnings- violence, talk of se.xual as.ssault, drug use/alcohol use, depression, se.lf haarm etc

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He should be excited about getting released from prison and being proved that he was innocent all along, but the last six years of being incarcerated bad taken it's toll on him mentally and physically. It had been a horrendous ordeal, being beaten black and blue for weeks and months at a time by the other inmates until he fought back. They had broken his temper and there was no way to fix it.

At first he had accepted face to face visits with the squad, accepting their phone calls and they had grown worried when he had become more and more withdrawn, changing and acting like an inmate.

Luca sighed to himself when the cuffs were removed from his ankles, wrists and waist, the protocol of every inmate on the move to be in four point restraints when outwith certain areas. He was told to get dressed, then to sign back his property and any belongings he wanted to take with him from the prison, everything in a big paper bag as he was directed to the exit. The door opened, the sun warm on his skin as he breathed free air and absorbed it like a sponge from living in the concrete prison. He was directed to the gates where he spotted a familiar car parked there and a very familiar face.

james street      ——      ❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

fingertips drum against his strong chest, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. a rather bold statement if one were to ask the blonde. tilting her chin upwards in defiance, that condescending tone - just reserved for @burygods,     ❝ give me one good reason to playboy, ❞     she taunts. much too entertained by the possibility of riling him up further, rather than give in to desire - give him what he wanted. not how they played. not now. not ever.

currently obsessed with 1. Tim Drake (as always) 2. the song Fly in My Room by Kerrin Connolly 3. the lyric video I have mentally created combining the two that I am mentally compelling artists to create

startled. when he had first left before sunrise, she had been curled up in his sheets —— still asleep when he had returned from his morning run. now far from asleep, his hand clutching the towel at his waist. preventing it from slipping further due to the surprise of her awoken state. droplets of water trailing over taunt muscle, captured by the damp towel. 

@mythsonly     ⸺     KELLY MOORE : ❛ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ❜

     ❝ mmm, sure you are, ❞     low chuckle as he shakes his head. trying to shake off the surprise, heart galloping in his ribcage. usually prepared for anything. but kelly kept him on his toes.     ❝ could’ve joined me you know? ❞     a brow raised as teeth grazed his bottom lip. letting her mull over the statement for a little.     ❝ there’s coffee in the kitchen, stopped by that place you love so much. ❞

@duelstm liked THIS for a starter!

Practiced ease ties his hair back in a small bundle at the base of his neck and the strings of his half apron around his waist. It’s almost fun, skating around the little diner, slipping behind coworkers and patrons alike while delivering food to the tables.

“Hey miss, refill please!” If only he could go without having to listen to that.

After giving the man another cup of coffee, he rolls to the back where someone had just slipped in to sit. “Welcome to Burger World, what can I get ya darlin’?”

"What the cinnamon toast fuck is this?"

Five Little Words || Accepting

"Shrimp and Scallop Fra Diavolo with ika sumi pasta. And it fucking took me several to make it by hand. Not to mention the sourdough garlic bread and the salad so that I know all of it will get eaten. Now just close your eyes and try it! I promise you if you absolutely hate it, I've got a porter house with your name on it." Riley stops himself short of making airplane noises as he holds up the fork.