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CURRENT HERO PICKED: FREDRINN

CURRENT SKIN OWNED: NEOBEAST

A/N: ANOTHER MAKE OUT FOR NEOBEASTS :3

NOTE: MAKIN OUT W/ HIM, UNTIL LYLIA KEEPS CALLING HIM FROM HIS PHONE.

The neon lights outside shined through the penthouse windows, streaks across the floor. You were in his arms, straddling his lap, your lips on his.

One huge arm was wrapped securely around your waist, while the other rested against your thigh, pulling you impossibly closer. His kisses were slow but hungry, like he had all the time in the world and no intention of letting go.

Beep beep!

The phone on the table vibrates as lylia's face shows up in the hologram.

“Fredrinn!” her voice chirped through the comms. “Pick up! You’re late for the—”

He didn’t even glance at it.

“Fred,” you mumbled between kisses, nudging his shoulder, “What if it’s important?”

“She’ll live,” he growled, brushing his lips along your jaw, sending shivers down your spine. “You're the only priority right now.”

You rolled your eyes, though heat spread through your cheeks.

The call buzzed again. And again.

“Fredrinn, seriously—”

With a huff, you grabbed his face between your hands, forcing him to look at you. “What if it’s a emergency? Or she found a new artifact or something blew up—?”

He sighed dramatically. “Fine. But only because you said so.”

Reluctantly, he tapped the call. Lylia’s face popped up, fuming.

“There you are! We’ve got a situation—wait, what are you two—ewww! Are you kissing?! Gross!”

CURRENT HERO PICKED: LING

CURRENT SKIN USING: NEOBEAST

NOTE: MAKING OUT. WHILE BRODY IS AROUND FINDING LING.

Ling drags you into am alley, his back pressing yours against the wall. You cling to him, chest rising and falling fast.

“Ling,” you whine softly, lips brushing against his ear, “please... don’t stop. I need more…”

He hushes you with a growl low in his throat, “You know Brody’s on my tail,” he mutters, voice thick with restraint. “Another second wasted and—”

You tug at his coat, pulling him closer again, lips ghosting over his jaw. “Then let him catch you. I don’t care. Just don’t stop touching me…”

His hand slams against the wall beside your head, and he curses under his breath. “You’re making this impossible.”

You bite your lip, fingers curled in the fabric at his waist, “You love it when I’m like this. Don’t lie.”

He growls again—but this time, it’s different. Need creeping in. His lips crash into yours with the frustration of a hunted man and the hunger of one long-starved. His free hand cups your cheek, rough and desperate. You moan into the kiss, arching closer.

Above you both, a neon drone screeches past, scanning for signatures. Ling pulls back with a sharp inhale, resting his forehead against yours. “He’s getting closer. I should run.”

“You should, but you won’t,” you say, breathless, lips swollen.

He smirks. “You’re such a handful.”

“And you like it.”

His fingers ghost down your arm, lingering. Then, with one last kiss he slips away. “Stay hidden. I’ll lose him… and then I’m coming back for you.”

CURRENT HERO PICKED: ALUCARD

CURRENT SKIN USING: LEGEND (OBLIVION KNIGHT)

NOTE: MAKE OUT SESS W/ ALUCARD

The hum of Alucard’s obsidian bike filled the alley to where he was parked at, the neon city lights reflecting off on his armor. His fierce, glowing eyes fixed on you like a predator claiming his prize.

You barely had time to unbuckle your helmet before he reached for you, dragging you into his lap across the seat. His hands now bare, were hot and rough against your waist.

“You didn’t listen,” he growled low against your throat, breath hot. “I told you to stay back.”

“And you love it when I don’t,” you whispered, smirking.

That earned you a sharp, possessive kiss. His lips crashed into yours, one hand cupped the back of your neck while the other gripped your thigh, pulling you tighter onto his hard armored form.

The bike rocked slightly under you both, engine still warm.

CURRENT HERO PICKED: CECILION

Cecilion is deep in thought—eyebrows furrowed, book in hand, the candlelight flickering against his midnight-blue cloak. He’s muttering something about mana theory and historical bloodlines when you walk over and perch beside him.

You stare.

He doesn’t notice.

You continue staring.

Still nothing.

And then, without warning, your hands reach out and squish his cheeks between your palms.