Hey there sexy!
Clearly OOC

agenthotshot:

As some of you may know, I discovered a lump in my breast a few months ago and have been going through the process of getting tests and going to and from the hospital here in Korea. I am scheduled for surgery tomorrow.

I’m not really certain what else I’d like to say, other than to ask for maybe some good thoughts or encouragement or your best fanfic recommendations in my inbox?

I guess this is a heads-up for any active threads out there that there might be some inactivity. Uh. Yeah.

This is me.

Permalink | 6 notes | December 12, 2013
Meditation isn’t the same as Mast- What? You expected something clever?

azusadeathscythequeen:

sexydeathscythespirit:

"Yeah. Well. Clense me it did not,” he assured her with a roll of his eyes.

She made a face at his comment, taking his cleansing comment to be a perverted one. “Eww…” 

She sighed, going to the closet in her office, and grabbing a few candles, as well as a few pillows she kept in her closet, for meditating. Luckily she had two, she kept in her office. After laying them on the floor, facing eachother, with about a foot apart, and placing the candles in the middle. “Now, there will be no cleansing involved in this session. Simply an attempt to meditate.” 

Spirit waggled his eyerbows at her but sat down on the pillow without complaint.

"Meditate me, oh wise one."

(Source: homuism)

Permalink | 46 notes | October 20, 2013
Meditation isn’t the same as Mast- What? You expected something clever?

azusadeathscythequeen:

sexydeathscythespirit:

"Ahem. Well. Yes. What do the words "Hot" and "Yoga" mean to you?!"

She rolled her eyes. Of course he would only assume it was something sexual… “There is an actual practice called ‘hot yoga’ that is just as it sounds, well apparently not as it sounds to you. But it is yoga, practiced in a heated room. Usually the room is heated to around 100 degrees. The increased temperature is supposed to help flexibility, and promote more sweating, to help cleanse you.”

"Yeah. Well. Clense me it did not,” he assured her with a roll of his eyes.

(Source: homuism)

Permalink | 46 notes | October 14, 2013
Spirit/Azusa Anon Baby

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sexydeathscythespirit:

He moaned as she lowered herself onto him, grinding herself against his hardness in a way that was thoroughly distracting. Perfectly distracting, as the fire arced through his veins, as she claimed his lips with a hunger he’d always thought she would possess.

"Is that all you have?" he asked, throatily, hands sliding into her silk shorts and tugging them down without making a huge fuss of it. His hands were warm against her skin, her skin smooth against his palms; Spirit arched up into her motion, hands flexing and holding her against him.

"All you got?" he asked, eyes open and blazing, a challenge issued from a place deep within him full of need.

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Permalink | 193 notes | October 14, 2013 | #they're both naked now right? 
Spirit/Azusa Anon Baby

azusadeathscythequeen:

sexydeathscythespirit:

azusadeathscythequeen:

His growl of a voice nearly did more to push her, than the words themselves. She needed more. No matter what the sane, logical part of her brain might say, it was critical that she had his touch… that she shared his warmth, this spark for just a bit longer. Just long enough to numb her from the initial shock of the loss. She needed him. 

She ran her fingers through his soft hair, her nails dragging along his scalp before she gave his hair a firm tug, pulling his head a bit more to the side before she bit down none too lightly on his skin. She licked over the bitten area to sooth it, a mumbled word slipping past her lips as they hovered over his skin. “Mine.”

She pulled back slightly, a small smirk playing on her lips as her blurry gaze met his challengingly. 

He arched his neck as she tugged, compliant in her wishes. A moan, low and heavy, escaped his lips as she ravaged his skin and his hands gripped fistfuls of comforter beneath him.

Yours,” he breathed in response, glad he wasn’t standing- unsure if he could even move. He was in her power, completely claimed by her lips and her body pressed against his.

A tiny grin tugged at his lips as his hands slid to once again cup her bottom. He squeezed gently, pulling his mouth to her ear to whisper.

Mine.”

She ground against him, her smirk widening when he agreed. She didn’t particularly like the idea of potentially having to ‘share’ him, with other women, but she would forget his usual behavior for now, and just focus on the moment. It’s not something she usually did, as her life was so meticulously planned, but when it came to Spirit Albarn, it was hard to plan. 

The gunbow quirked a brow at his own claiming, not quite sure if he was claiming her ass, or just her in general. But she supposed it didn’t really matter, for the moment. She pressed her lips back to his kissing him hungrily as she pressed her bare chest to his.

He moaned as she lowered herself onto him, grinding herself against his hardness in a way that was thoroughly distracting. Perfectly distracting, as the fire arced through his veins, as she claimed his lips with a hunger he’d always thought she would possess.

"Is that all you have?" he asked, throatily, hands sliding into her silk shorts and tugging them down without making a huge fuss of it. His hands were warm against her skin, her skin smooth against his palms; Spirit arched up into her motion, hands flexing and holding her against him.

"All you got?" he asked, eyes open and blazing, a challenge issued from a place deep within him full of need.

Permalink | 193 notes | October 6, 2013 | #he's making fun of her just a bit 
Meditation isn’t the same as Mast- What? You expected something clever?

azusadeathscythequeen:

sexydeathscythespirit:

"It was supposed to be a sexy flick, but it was just dudes in jock straps staring at themselves in the mirror as they breathed heavily. I mean. Whatever floats your boat or tickles your willie, but…" He shrugged.

Her brows twitched as she tried to decipher if he was being serious or not. “So… you thought it was supposed to be pornography, but it was actually an instructional video, for hot yoga?”

"Ahem. Well. Yes. What do the words "Hot" and "Yoga" mean to you?!"

(Source: homuism)

Permalink | 46 notes | October 6, 2013
Just Rewards.

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Permalink | 32 notes | October 6, 2013
Meditation isn’t the same as Mast- What? You expected something clever?

azusadeathscythequeen:

sexydeathscythespirit:

azusadeathscythequeen:

Her first instinct was to ask if it was porn, but that wouldn’t make much sense. “What sort of video? A how to video? A movie that had someone meditating?”

"It was called Hot Yoga," he said, and absolutely didn’t blush.

She quirked a brow. Was he blushing at that? “As in yoga performed in hot, humid temperatures? …Or is this the name of some pornographic movie?”

"It was supposed to be a sexy flick, but it was just dudes in jock straps staring at themselves in the mirror as they breathed heavily. I mean. Whatever floats your boat or tickles your willie, but…" He shrugged.

(Source: homuism)

Permalink | 46 notes | October 6, 2013
Just Rewards.

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Permalink | 32 notes | October 6, 2013 | #rp 
6 year olds are the worst at conversations.

azusadeathscythequeen:

sexydeathscythespirit:

"I don’t haveta tell you nothin’," he replied, pouting. He couldn’t remember a thing. She seemed okay, and he didn’t have anyone else to turn to.

"You can tell a’lot ‘bout a person’s how they like their eggs," he said, frowning at her. His stomach gave a huge rumble and he paled; he felt a bit dizzy and stumbled back.

"Indeed, you do not have to tell me anything, but you’d be helping yourself, if you did. I’m only here to help, Spirit. I’m not trying to harm, or trick you." 

"Hmm…. I’m not sure I’ve heard of that before, but I suppose I’ll have to trust you on that… And what did you learn from my response?" Her brows furrowed in concern as she saw him stumble. "Are you alright? I really think you should get something to eat. Come on. You can get whatever you’d like. I’ll take care of it." She offered her hand out to the young boy, despite the fact that she wasn’t exactly a ‘touchy’ person. But it seemed for the best, if he’d accept it.

Spirit stared at her hand for a long moment and then took it decisively.

"Pizza," he demanded, so strongly it was as if he knew he wouldn’t get what he wanted anyways- so he might as well be firm about it. "With lots of stuff on it. Good stuff."

He tugged her off in the completely wrong direction, sure that if they stopped moving she’d disappear.

Permalink | 29 notes | October 6, 2013 | #rp | #azusadeathscythequeen