"No, baby-" Xavi let out a soft, breathy laugh. He was a patient guy but his boyfriend was testing him big time. The hand on his thigh also didn't help. "You get to do three actions. And you can't just kill the wolf, you have to roll to see if you're able to attack them, then roll for the attack.." He tried to explain but he was noticing the other zoning out more and more while the rest of the group continued to play. "Baby," Xavi nearly pouted, shifting in his seat a little and tipping his head to him. "Focus, please. You're distracting me too and I gotta play for the two of us already." Though he was smiling ever so dreamily at the other because in the end - Xavi was just weak for them.

if there was one thing dmitry hated, it was being told no. how could xavi be so cruel as to deny him pleasure ? although, in spite of his verbal resistance, his expressions hinted at a blossoming lust. his needy pout wasn't exactly convincing. "but you look so cute right now," dmitry protested. biting his lip, he slipped his hand further up his thigh. "tell you what. you can keep talking, and i will keep touching. deal ?"

" a request for air freshener? there's a cvs like five seconds away from here, i'll just grab it after the set. " the concept of having a whole team for that sort of thing is still lost on him. it doesn't track. doesn't seem necessary to make someone else do what he can easily do himself. he shifts a little on the couch to fish out his phone, check the schedule he'd been sent this morning. " bus call's at 2 AM, and then we've got a meet and greet at ten — which i totally forgot about until right now. " yawn stifled with the back of his wrist as the phone's pocketed again. " i'm gonna be up before eight. the last time that i slept in, i missed the breakfast burritos. "

brow furrowed in concern. "yeah, but aren't you worried about getting recognized ?" as a fellow famous musician, understood the discomfort of existing in the public eye. it became a hellish game of ducking past constant cameras and dodging intrusive questions. sometimes shawne wished that he could go back to being a regular guy. most of the general population wouldn't get anxiety over something as mundane as running errands. head lolled back, followed by a long groan in response to the upcoming schedule. "i forgot about the meet and greet too." shawne leaned over, outstretching his hand for a dap up. "i'll grab you coffee if you grab me a burrito tomorrow."

"Who are you? What the hell are you doing in my home?"

at that very moment, richie sauntered into the room. eyes surveyed the furnishings, as if the other man hadn't even spoken. soon he'd be the one asking the questions. "nice place you got here," he mused. to anyone else, the apartment appeared completely ordinary. however a hunter observed things differently. take the nightstand, for example. a closer look revealed claw marks indented on the mahogany. when the weapon came out, richie raised both hands above his head. "woah, slow your roll, wey." and for his next trick, a flash of silver, hands curling around the hilt of his dagger. "hasn't anyone told you never bring a gun to a knife fight ?"

ALEXIS CHIKAEZE as AMINA SIMMS All American 8.02 "There Is No Competition"

ILYA ROZANOV HEATED RIVALRY (2025 - ) ▸1x01, rookies

[ TRAP. ]   the receiver is caught in a trap by the sender. 

“so what?” the brunette laughs and pushes another fry into her mouth, downing another glass of the fruity looking drink. “i’m allowed to be here, you know.”

"and i'm allowed to bother you," kai answered with a slight smirk. "but if i'm not — can i steal a fry ?"

"Come on, why can't we just go back to how we used to be?"

"because things aren't the way they were. we've just — grown apart, i guess."

open. character: verity pagano plot: your chara and verity are finally going out by themselves! maybe without partners and there's tension. maybe as just two single people where anything can happen! (verity's default verse is a vampire but i can definitely change to human, just let me know!)

rarely did her mentor let her spend the evening unsupervised. so she might have told a small lie to sneak out into the darkness. while she enjoyed the company of other vampires, their demeanors tended to vary. her upbringing taught her that every step must be measured, and every danger must be a forethought. in contrast to her tactful sophistication, verity was a reckless creature of the night, which tended to be a trait of younger vampires. and yet she raised a fair point, for their shared sense of style and society spurred much affection between them. "we sure do look pretty," camille mused wistfully. a waste to get all dolled up and sit around watching talking pictures. a resigned sigh fell from her lips. "fine, we'll go out — lord willin' and the creek don't rise."

“i want to watch you.” sunny spoke as if he was making the most casual request in the world, as if he hadn’t reared back from their make-out and heavy petting session to stall things. things were already heating up and they knew it probably sounded like an odd ask. he just also knew what he liked — watching his partner slowly unravel. their face was still warm and rosy in color but they stayed restrained, a cautious simper forming on their lips. “if you don’t mind. i want to see what you like.”

dark brown eyes widened at his bold request. "sure," she answered. "i mean — i'm pretty open." while outwardly demure, valentina possessed a cautious sense of curiosity. biting her lip, she scooted closer to them. heart skipped a beat, voice lowering to a soft, pleading whisper. "do you want to watch me touch myself ?"

it was a bad idea, carson knew it and he knew that they knew it too. yet when the countdown began, his brain pushed his thoughts to the side and decided being a little impulsive couldn't hurt them. so when they finally got down to one on the countdown, his hand went to the side of their face, pulling them in for a kiss similar to the ones they shared before and almost too quickly it was over. "remember, it doesn't mean anything."

as the midnight countdown began, butterflies began to swarm in her stomach. upon an uneven exhale, their suddenly lips met. a transient pleasure long forgotten, yet at the same time all too familiar. she couldn't help but wonder — did he miss it too ? when he pulled away, juniper came back down to earth. "right," she mumbled, blushing slightly. palm against her cheek, blunt in between her fingers, a coy smile upturned the corner of her mouth. "care to share the first high of the new year with me ?"

LUCAS SINCLAIR and MAX MAYFIELD in STRANGER THINGS 5.08 | "The Rightside Up"