RIGHT SIDE OF THE WRONG

Delivered unto him by an associate’s hands was a small parcel; a piece of technology he had, with mild bewilderment, grasped between two digits and held at a distance. The small tape was turned over as luminescent eyes blinked with curiosity, then deposited back into the hands of the Eliksni emblazoned with Spider’s own insignia. 

NAME! ♡    Jess! Though I also go by Maxson.

PRONOUNS! ♡    she / her

ZODIAC SIGN! ♡    ☀ Virgo / ☾ Scorpio / ↑ Taurus

TAKEN OR SINGLE! ♡    single

———  THREE  FACTS! ♡

1! ♡    I have a fascination with occultism and have in recent months been more involved with witchcraft and spiritualism. Talk to me about witchcraft, tarot readings, astrology, crystals, palmistry etc.

2! ♡    I ride a motorcycle. ♥️ 

3! ♡    I’m a big history nerd. I graduated with a BA Honours in History with my focus being in Slavic history. I also took Russian classes, but have lost a lot of the language due to lack of use.

———  EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED! ♡    Tumblr (sporadically), Discord (mostly, but I’m a busy woman), Skype (formerly), forums (formerly; the dark ages).

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER! ♡    I have no preference on which gender is written. xoxo

LEAST FAVOURITE FACE(S)! ♡    Emelia Clarke only because I see her used so much! She’s gorgeous and a queen, and honestly the writer’s face claim is of no deterrent to me--unless the human being being used is an actual bag of dicks.

MULTI OR SINGLE! ♡    No preference! I used to be largely opposed to multi-blogs because of how they were initially run in a fandom I used to be a part of years ago, but the method of interaction is, quite frankly, not important to me.

FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡    

FLUFF:    Absolutely, but it depends on the characters involved. If it doesn’t work with their personalities, absolutely not.

ANGST:    Yes always. Absolutely, always, yes. I bleed angst. Peep that subtle shout out @griimreaping​. She know’s what’s up.

SMUT:    Spicy content? You bet. I live for spicy content. 

PLOT / MEMES! ♡    I looooove plotting. Memes are fun too, and can be great inspiration and fuel. 

Tagged by: stole it from @griimreaping​.

Europa, like many other sleepy moons, had been in uproar. Comms were on fire, and intelligence came streaming in from countless sources. While Spider had little pull or specific reason to entangle himself in the politics and  engagements in Jupiter’s atmosphere, he found himself particularly intrigued. Of course, interest was only surface level, and he had little intention of becoming involved. It was bad for business, after all—the plight of the Eliksni people were of no concern to him, and yet, some how, he found his fingers in the metaphorical pie.

Leaving the Reef was rare in and of itself, or at least as most of the universe believed, but with a little exchange here and a favour there, the Tangled Shore’s renown don found himself residing on Europa’s frozen tundra.

He knew Eramis, or at least of her exploits and her history, and he wished he could say he was surprised. The Eliksni were a prideful race, after all, and watching the events that unfolded upon the Tangled Shore, Eramis merely seemed to draw inspiration from it. 

The worst part about minding your own business is that someone ALWAYS has to stick their nose in it. 

She’s listening to enemy chatter: mostly Red Legion stragglers attempting to form some sort of power structure. However, an unfamiliar and unwanted interruption has the Warlock nearly jumping out of her armour - and fumbling the surveillance device held within lithe digits. 

“Your Shore, hm? You will have to forgive me, I didn’t see your name written on it when I landed.” So, this must be the Spider Null has heard - a little too much - about. “Everyone has something to hide.“

Ghost is already tracing the feed. 

“But, since you’re offering to sate my curiosity… I do have a few questions I would love to have answers for.” 

“Then you must have been misinformed,” the jovial tone drained from the kingpin’s words, a cutting silence punctuating the conversation with a dramatic flair, “nothing washes up on my Shore without invitation or without reason.

“Find me then, guardian. But mind that itchy trigger finger of yours.” Something akin to displeasure dripped from his words, which was followed by an audible albeit muted draw of ether.

“My associates will hold their fire so long as you behave in kind.” A rumble of amusement breached the comms as he found himself reminiscent of and quoting and past conversation with another guardian.

“Ah, let me guess,” the Shore’s don spoke aloud, the sheer force of his voice capable of shaking the very walls within his safehouse, “another favour for the Vanguard? Tell me, what will it be this time?” He evened his gaze with the lightbearer, head tilting attention shifting away from the lightless shell within his grasp.

The way Spider took such control made Toland’s head spin. Sure he left the Warlock to his own devices, but the way his partners broad hands ushered him onto the others body was damn near intoxicating already. He would be a little embarrassed if to admit how much of an effect that had on him if it was someone else, but not with Spider. These moments were far too and few in between the chaos of their lives and yearned for more. The exposed skin on Spider’s neck made Toland leave forward and kiss the apple, gently nipping at it before he moved elsewhere on his neck. Close to the collar bone but not far from the others lips, Toland cups the others jaw with both hands and takes in the warmth of his lovers cheeks with his palms and the warmth of his lips with a deep kiss.

The desperate caressing of the other guide him into the others lap stitched a sly smirk at the corner of his lips. “Leave your mark upon my flesh. I look forward to a reminder of this encounter.” His words are hushed between the slow kisses and hot air that surrounds them. All the touches felt Spider left on his hot skin drove him a little wild, certain that his pants were going to be uncomfortable of this continued at this rate. The sudden coolness of Spider’s rings were a subtle jolt back to reality and out of the lovers haze to refocus on the task at hand. He was halfway undressed. The other is not.

Toland remedies this by finishing unbuttoning the kingpins attire and let himself fully press his body against the others chest with no hesitation. He wondered how Spider enjoyed the piercings on his chest pressed against his. The metal on his chest certainly made him much more sensitive to those areas and guided on of the feverish hands of Spider’s between the two to play with them how he liked. Toland could already see some of the bite marks already form on the others neck. He adored the way they decorated his partners skin and while he knew he would be the few, if not only person to see it, it made Toland that bit more excited to leave more.

But now it seems Spider was eager to return those lovers bite onto him ad well. Toland let the other guide carefully his head back.

The graze of teeth across his skin caused the don to both draw in sharp breath through his teeth, and to chuckle lowly. Pleasure reverberated through his chest and in his throat as Toland kept himself occupied, and shifted his attention multiple times over within the mobster’s lap. Once the warlock’s hands settled and he leaned in to close the remaining distance, the Spider drew an arm around Toland’s hips to anchor them over his own firmly.

“With great pleasure.” He all but growled against his mouth, and without skipping a beat, the Tangled Shore’s warden moved to stand. He held Toland tightly against his own body, and rolled him onto his back before kneeling over to follow up with haste. He hadn’t expected their evening to shift so suddenly, but he was more than willing to oblige. 

Spider’s own hands abandoned their post around Toland’s body and immediately moved to lace their fingers together. He pinned the back of Toland’s hands down and set a series of peppered kisses just beneath his ear as a preemptive measure to bare his teeth. Once he had, they grazed the lobe of his ear with a heavily exhaled sigh of satisfaction before proceeded to scan down his body with full intent to explore and taste every inch of it.

“Word has it that you’ve been snooping around my Shore.” The low, rumbling accusation surged through a closed, private channel into the Lightbearer’s helmet, cutting whatever feed Null had active in favour of the Spider’s own.

“Now, what praytell could it be that you’re looking for?” A deep chuckle punctuated the pause between his words, followed by a slow exhale and an invitation:

“I’ve nothing to hide, my friend. I’m offended you’ve resorted to such underhanded tactics when you could have merely asked. After all—” the amusement he felt bled into his words,