cute bumble boy R wants to maybe hookup tonight and i still. dont know if i wanna meet up w him
cute bumble boy R wants to maybe hookup tonight and i still. dont know if i wanna meet up w him
well this sucks ass bye i could’ve been getting more sleep
I'm watching Hardcore hermits S3 Zed pov and . DO TEAM ZIT ALWAYS MAKE THIS MANY INNUENDOS??????? LMAO
@byxallxmeans | BED SHARING
This was Sei’s first year at ServantFes & it was shaping up to be A REALLY AWESOME TRIP! — She’d got to show off her new swimsuit! Have a water-gun war at the beach! (Which Helena kinda cheated & won. Alien-brain’s gun had been bigger than HER!) After that, she’d explored all the different clubs in search of A NEW SPARK! Most of the other Servants probs expected her to join a writing club or the famous Doujin battle! But, Sei was seriously BURNT OUT on that kinda stuff! She thought about joining the photography club, but passed for today! (Mostly cuz she didn’t feel like taking a hundred pics of Medb posing sexy in her bikini) — Quarter to midnight & the pocket-sized poet FINALLY took Blackbeard’s advice & headed for the hotel. Luckily, there was ONE. ROOM. LEFT. Unluckily, (For Murasaki), they were gonna be forced to share it~! Nihhaha~!
Sho, here they were, under the covers in the single bed — DEFINITELY big enough to keep to their own sides if they wanted to, but Sei couldn’t help but push her luck! This was her biggest (living) crush in the whole world! She had to TRY! “Nnnn...” Smile curled at her lips while she nuzzled into Murasaki’s back — Face buried between shoulder-blades. BEST BUD was calling her out, but Sei was pretending to be passed out cold! “Mmm...Com...Fy...” Hummed hotly as fingertips slithered down that curvaceous bod, dragging across hips & traveling LOWER & LOWER! Exploring inch after inch after inch!
im at a family event i didn't want to go to and am accidentally far too tipsy and do not want to be here and i want to just curl up in bed and re-read ripped for some inexplicable reason
Date #3 went really well, for the most part! Got to introduce D to some of the basics of BDSM, culminating in the absolute hottest sensory deprivation scene that I've ever gotten to be a part of. I asked him to stay the night, since he didn't have to work the next day. He was hesitant at first, because he's a light sleeper and generally pretty cautious about the idea of sharing a bed (he said that he and his ex used to sleep in separate rooms for this reason.) I told him I didn't want to pressure him though, and eventually he decided to stay. He's used to going to be a LOT earlier than I am because his work is still in Indiana so his internal clock is still three hours of me, so it took me a long while to pass out and I didn't sleep very restfully. But it was still extremely worth it to be able to wake up next to someone for hours more of cuddling and chatting and kissing before having to finally get ready for work. Dropping him back off at his place was really hard, because I know there are only a couple more chances to see him before he's potentially gone forever 😭
Sliding in under the line with something for @foxiyoweek and the Day 3 prompts: affection/pining - this is somewhere between the two and is literally all vibes no plot. Rating T.
The look on Fox’s face when the men pull out a box of slightly dusty bottles from behind the utilitarian couch is nothing short of thunderous.
“This is a safehouse ,” he growls, having barely just shut the blast-proof doors and coded in to headquarters to assure them that, no, they didn’t die en route.
“And we’re celebrating having safely escorted Senator Chuchi here?” Rys tries, cringing as Fox’s bucket swings towards him. Riyo muffles a laugh behind her hand and after a moment takes pity, nimbly stepping between two of the Guard and fishing into the box.
“I think it’s a nice touch,” she says, examining the label on the bottle she pulls out. Not a brand she recognises, but that’s hardly surprising. She’s not versed in anything much beyond Pantoran fare or whatever is served in the Senate refectory. It’s perhaps a more embarrassing fact about herself that she’s never been very adventurous. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a drink.”
“ Senator,” Fox looks at her and Rys retreats gratefully, huddling back into the group of four other troopers. “We can’t protect you if -“
When she realises why he’s worried, she can’t quite muffle the giggle. “If you’re spaced on sugar? It’s just juice, Commander.”
Fox’s bucket swings back to Rys. “You could have led with that.”
Rys’ whole body jolts. “You think we’d drink on the job? Sir.”
He sounds so heartbroken by the implication that Riyo has to stifle another giggle.
Fox lifts off his bucket and rolls his eyes. His grey-streaked hair is plastered to his skull with sweat, and as Riyo watches it starts to perk up into tight curls. Her fingers itch with the need to touch, so she goes back to picking at the bottle label instead.
“Do all the lucky senators that have to hide here get such special treatment?” She asks, bypassing the brown couch with its even darker, mysterious stains to sink down against the wall. She feels better with something at her back, better when she’s facing the door. Better still now that Fox is here. She can feel his eyes on her, the warmth of his gaze like armour plates on her skin.
“Only our favourites!” Carbine says with a wink, then jolts. “Hey!”
There’s a scuffle as he presumably kicks somebody back. Fox sighs and looks towards her, expression softening as he takes in the smile on her face.
“Alright,” he says, holding out his free hand. “Give me one of those. Just…please don’t tell me where you got them.”
It takes five hours, but eventually they wind up playing a drinking game.
Riyo has her knees drawn up under a blanket someone found in one of the cupboards, her hairpieces discarded beside her. Some of the guard have removed paltry pieces of armour or heavy weapons, but most of it remains in place. She hopes they aren’t suffering too much - she’s seen how much the armour chafes.
“- if she was a princess then I’m Jango Fett,” Jeeves snaps, pointing at Cricket across their little circle. “Drink, you cheat.”
“Hey, she said I made her feel like a -“
A piece of ration bar bounces off his forehead.
“Keep it in your bucket, vod.” Rys hisses. “Think about the company.”
“And my ears,” Carbine adds, sniggering when Cricket flushes.
Fox has remained rigid and almost silent during the whole game, alternating between taking tiny sips and staring at the door. Riyo can see his fingers twitching against his thigh plate - he does it at night sometimes when he thinks she’s asleep, his fingertips drumming a staccato rhythm again her spine.
“How about you, Sir?” Jeeves asks, young and bold and unafraid. The other four flinch.
“What?” Fox asks tonelessly. If she didn’t know him well Riyo would have flinched too. Jeeves doesn’t even blink - she’s not sure whether that’s brave or stupid.
“You haven’t gone a round.”
Fox raises a slow eyebrow, the barest hint of amusement playing round his mouth. “Good try trooper, but I don’t think so.”
And it’s reckless, so reckless and stupid, one rumour could be the end of them but -
“Go on Commander, live a little,” she says, almost shrivelling under the sudden weight of everyone’s eyes and then - his brown eyes flash whiskey-bright in the lamplight.
It hits her low in her stomach. It makes her brave.
“One round won’t hurt you. Or are you that afraid for your reputation?”
There’s a sudden, delighted hush around the circle. Fox’s other eyebrow joins its pair in a slow rise.
“Rather the opposite, actually.” He says, dry. “I have nothing to hide.”
“Then why not?” She goads just a little more, and sees the moment he breaks, his tongue swiping over his chapped bottom lip.
It takes him a while to come up with his options, and for a moment she almost feels remorseful, worrying she’s truly made him uncomfortable.
But then he looks up at them all and folds his arms.
“Well?” she asks.
“First, I pretended to be Commander Cody for three days when we were cadets,” he says, and Rys actually yelps with glee. “Second, the first bone I ever broke was my ankle. Third...my favourite colour is blue.”
He’s looking directly at her when he says it. She’s breathless, and she knows that his second one’s a lie, that the first bone he ever broke was his nose on his fourth week of active duty, but she doesn’t know what the others pick because all she can do is focus on remembering how to be the person she has to be when they aren't alone together.
He raises the bottle to his lips and swallows, Riyo unashamedly watching the way his throat flexes as she thumbs the label on her drink. As he puts it down he catches her eye, expression flashing with warmth for just a second, and instantly she’s transported to sunlight filtering through the blinds in her office, the smell of caf curling through her hair, the soft press of her lips on his. Stolen seconds sweet in the early morning, the way the light turns his tired eyes molten, expression lazy and open in a way it so rarely is.
She sighs, shaky, and takes a fortifying sip of her own as Fox’s brothers mutter and elbow each other.
“Come on, Senator, now you give us one,” Ostar grins, flipping a bottlecap and catching it lazily with the same hand. He’s always fiddling with something; like Fox, he’s never still.
She jerks back out of her daydream with a sharp breath.
Out of the corner of her eye she sees Fox stiffen and try to rise, but she subtly tilts her head the negative and he settles back, but doesn’t relax. She wonders if his men notice, and what they make of it if they do.
The night ends with her protection detail dozing on the floor. Only she and Fox are still awake, sitting either side of the kitchen table. He looks dreadful under the flickering strip lights. She suspects she does too.
“The sun will be coming up soon,” she mumbles, breathing in gratefully over the caf he’s made her. She doesn’t know what power he possesses, but he always makes even the worst instant pods taste good.
“You should have slept,” Fox says, his voice roughed by the long hours.
“Too late for that,” she says. “Any word on how Reem’s doing? And Senator Amidala?”
Fox shakes his head. “Amidala’s unharmed. Addressing the Senate this afternoon about this attempt on her Committee, apparently. Last I heard Reem had gone into surgery.”
He doesn’t offer any platitudes. She’s always loved that about him.
“Padme isn’t in a safe house?” Riyo squawks, only remembering to lower her voice at the last moment.
“Believe me, we tried to arrange one. She wouldn’t go,” Fox says, then very obviously rolls his eyes. “Besides, Skywalker’s on planet. No point.”
Riyo grins, and feels the expression grow as he sighs again and throws his head back, thoughtlessly exposing the column of his throat to her. She takes it for the privilege it is, tucking the image of him so gently undone into her heart.
“Regretting coming with me, Commander?”
Fox tilts his head lazily and smiles, reaching across the table to catch her hand, just long enough that the warmth of him soaks through the glove that separates them.
He looks straight at her, so many unsaids teeming in simple words.
“Not at all, Senator.”
taglist: @flybynite19 @amukmuk (i think you guys asked for a tag in future stuff last time i wrote for foxiyo - let me know if that’s changed!)
it was a good day to be alive
To anyone who remembers how my cat almost lost his tail, he's healed up perfectly and has a very expressive tail once again. He was perturbed at my photography, but is such a happy boy.
manifesting harry’s titties in my face tonight 🧘♀️🧎♀️✨🕯
Low raised beds: ready for planting
Oh, what a lovely day we’re having today! As I write this, we are at 17C/63F, which is a couple of degrees warmer than forecast. We’ve got beautiful blue skies and sunshine, though it was a bit winder than I would have liked – only because I needed to do some spray painting. While the girls cleaned the eavestroughs, then brought the pieces of insulation from the barn to put around the based of…
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my cat is sleeping on my tummy and I was laughing too much that he woke up and let out the saddest cry 😭
Allergies kicking my ass right now aaaughh
Another horny moment.
i am utterly in love with the fact i found my people -- that i have 100% confidence at all times that these people will come to me if they have problems even outside of rp, but that i know they’re never bothered by my rate of reply or random inbox invasions. opposite actually, but what i love the most is that my friends will just come outright ask me if they want to start a new thread or want me to send them something because they’re missing a ship.
i am so grateful for this little group.