tagged here by @professor-maka

The rules: Go to page seven of your WIP and go to the seventh line. Share seven sentences and tag seven more writer-bloggers to continue the challenge.

tagging: @victoriapyrrhi @sojustifiable @chaoticlivi @rogha @lueurdelaube who i can’t tag apparently, @ba-sing-saying, @meisterful

well uhhhh this got embarrassing really quick. this is from the next installment of the quantum entanglement (warcraft anime trash) fic (1, 2, 3) that STILL doesn’t have a name. NSFW under the cut???

Mind gradually, grudgingly, drifting instead to the impossible universe in which ReaperMan looks over her shoulder at him with sultry lashes (but he doesn’t know if she’s in makeup or wigs or oversized hoodies or Chun Li hair buns, rapidly switching among all these dizzying, incongruous versions of her because her eyes burn him in every one), sliding around in his lap as he watches his body disappearing into hers, some more of that liquid fire moonshine pouring in his ears and making him lose his cool.

He presses his lips together, sighing long and languid through the nose. Now he’s getting somewhere.

“You sound bored. What’s the plan, today?”

Soul freezes with a hand outstretched to his desk drawer where he keeps the lube, the horrific realization that he hadn’t turned off his mic settling over his skin with a cold sweat. Carefully pauses the vid, praying Reaper (or anyone else, for that matter) hadn’t heard anything else loud enough to trigger the microphone.