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Thinking about redoing my theme. Any suggestions?

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Things I want to do: rp, read, play video games, work on ocs, watch shows, socialize Things I need to do: Organize my desktop, Class work, house work Things I am doing: ......... fuck

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Oral Dom sentence starters

“Fuck- I, I just wanna taste it, okay?” 

“Oh? Well would my tongue be enough for you~?”

“Come here, baby. Lemme show you what this mouth can really do.”

“You even look fucking tasty” 

“I’m gonna eat you out so fucking hard.” 

“Do I need to clean that cute little pussy/cock?”

“I could lick you here forever, you know. Actually, I’m going to.”

“I’m feeling hungry… Spread ‘em!”

“You’re gonna look so cute when you cum in my mouth~”

“See? That’s the expression I lick/suck for~”

“If you cum this time, just fucking warn me first.” 

“It feels good, right? My tongue and lips against your pussy/cock.”

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clandestinare​:

     “Aren’t you a goody two-shoes. I’m the last person who’d cut off fingers for informality, I’ll have you know.” Though perhaps it would still be in the artist’s best interest to show respect, after all. If he were to ever grow comfortable in addressing the Saiko-komon casually, chances are he could slip up when speaking in public, as well. Surely that wouldn’t be a good look for either of them.

     With a shrug, Satoru led the other to where he could work on the tattoo, stripping himself of his shirt before laying himself stomach-down on the cushions. A PUFF could be heard as he landed, and the male would let out a sigh, knowing this comfort would only last for a few more moments.

     “I’ve been waiting to get this worked on for AGES…” Satoru said, words partially muffled by the cushion he buried his face in. “But I don’t think I’d ever forget how much stress it put on me. Good thing I got the next few days off.”

     Already, he was bracing himself. Eyes staring dead ahead at nothing at particular, breathing as steady as it could be under pressure. He new full well how long it’d take to complete the tattoo, he had a feeling he’d suffer with pain for the next day or two at the very least.

     As expected, it was slow and excruciating at first. Then he felt numb for some time. And at the end, the pain seemed to come back and hit him like a freight train. If he weren’t so stubborn, he very well could’ve passed out by the end of it all. Once he was told it was finished, he slowly, shakily, pushed himself to sit upwards, looking at his reflection to examine the finished product.

     “JESUS, FUCK… Looks good, but hurts like hell.” He groaned, hardly caring for propriety anymore. “How long was that, six hours? I’m gonna need dinner. And some drugs.” Pain medicine, rather, but he thought it was funnier to put it that way. “You’re probably starving, too, right? How about joining me? I know a good place close by.”

Dimitri chuckled, “Oh yes I am quite aware that the infamous Satoru Kobayashi is in fact not as scary as he portrays. Now, lay down so I can create a piece of art on your body.” They had known each other long enough that well perhaps friends weren’t the most accurate term for what they were, but Dimitri felt he knew more of the real Satoru than most people. He understood how refreshing it could be to let your guard down around someone else. Still respect, especially towards those in power in an organization such as the Takahashi-Kai had been ingrained into his skin as deep as the brand on his arm.

Dimitri hummed as he set up his supplies, “Yes, this is a painful process for most, even if you have a higher pain tolerance than others this will put you on rest for at least a couple of days. But, I assure you, it will be worth every sharp pain you feel. I know you’ve waited a long time. You will finally get the art you deserve of something in your position.” Dimitri was reminded of his samurai days, when he worked for multiple lords and ladies as a hired sword. In a way the yakuza was similar. Even if he didn’t work for them directly as a mercenary that had a similar relationship, which had the ex-slave’s old behaviorisms leaking out.

None of that mattered when he started to work on the tattoo. His mind was consumed by the ink and needle, every movement of his hands, every stab of ink into skin, the energy of the art he was creating, and he lost himself to it for hours with a few breaks in between. By the time he was done, Dimitri was relaxed. At his client’s exclamation of the finished product, Dimitri showed a genuine smile but also bowed his head a bit, “I hope it suits someone of your status, my-ah Satoru.” For a moment, he almost had completely lost himself to time and called the other a lord, as if that would go over well in modern times. The mention of food and drugs was enough to shake whatever minor dissociation Dimitri had fallen into, and he quickly nodded, hoping the other wouldn’t mention his odd behavior, “Sounds good, as long as the place isn’t too fancy. I tend to shy away from luxury.” He had a near phobia of anything too extravagant, but well he wasn’t about to admit a weakness to a yakuza boss. They might be friendly, but he wasn’t stupid.

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{⚔️}; He took a few breaths before sighing and gets up carefully.

“Yes…we should hurry..and sadly for you, this sword isn’t the only thing cursed,” he chuckled, obviously talking about himself. “The carriage is…well, ruined but the horses are still here. Let’s take those instead. You do know how to ride, don’t you?”

Dimitri raised an eyebrow, “Huh, been awhile since I meet a cursed human.” He commented casually before stepping over their prone attackers, heading towards the front of the carriage to the horses. The duras turned to glare at the warrior at the question, “Yes, I can ride. Don’t know how you’d travel without one...” He sighed mumbling under his breath, “Unless you want to be shot out of the sky like an animal...”

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Fucking finally. Axl muses as the hunters listened to the other, he relaxed briefly, content with the others getting out of his sight. He didn’t want them near him, and even if new alliances and whatever were formed he wanted nothing to do with the hunters. He can chase the others himself, he had a talent for tracking and when he found his prey, he didn’t stop chasing until they were caught. Damn hunters, it’s always them, they just see us as a threat they want eliminated and nothing else. They can kindly fuck off.

Axl remained quiet as the other spoke, he lowered his weapon not wanting to get rid of the only possible thing he may use to defend himself just yet. If he was at full strength then something like this wouldn’t be needed, but he wasn’t and he wasn’t an idiot either. He was weakened, well rested yes, but lack of nutrition was his biggest weakness at the moment and he only hoped the other wouldn’t realize. Fuck. He can’t deal with another who called themselves a hunter, other humans were fine, hunters were a different story altogether. Stupid Axl, you shouldn’t have jumped into this mess without an actual plan. I blame my stupid hunger.

He listened as the pureblood spoke, surveying his surrounding and noticing many different things. When he initially woke up and he began to explore the lands he did see and notice many new little things that he hadn’t seen before his slumber, but like a little kid he looked at them in amusement and kept on strolling by. That wasn’t a priority at the moment, Axl wanted to make a small mental map of the lands and find food before he would be able to fully establish himself in this time. It was different from when he last remembered, luckily main roads where still present along with age old trees that were about to run out of life, many new things have been created as well and he wanted to explore it all first. It was a bit nostalgic and he was having a wonderful time until the scent of blood danced along with the wind as it made it’s way to him. It felt like a cloud blocking the suns warmth and dread filled him along with rage and anger.

He doesn’t want to fight, good, I’m grateful. “300 years ago, that long you say.” he pondered for a moment, putting his weapon away finally as the other conveyed their peaceful intention. He can give back the same too, though now he felt like an ass thinking back to the shit he spat, though he had reason and he wasn’t planning on taking it back soon. He took a breath, muscles relaxing for a moment as he stood up straight, his hunger at the back of his mind as he processed this new intel. “I survived,” he began, memories coming back put he made sure to only pick out specific ones, “I needed to recover my strength, I didn’t think it would be 300 years in order for me to wake up.” This is like a dream, am I really awake?

“I’ll go to the council,” Axl didn’t want to take the others hand in any sort of gratitude or anything, a part of him was ashamed and felt he didn’t deserve this calm after his thoughtless rant, but could they blame him? Still, the new laws or whatever and the way his lands were treated, he most certainly needs to chat with the top dogs. He didn’t like them one bit. “I go see them once I have gotten familiar with my new lands, if they haven’t seen me for 300 years it won’t matter if I don’t report to then for another few days. I need fresh air after being asleep for so long.” he wanted to have some form of normalcy before getting back to vampire business and what not, but his rules still stand. He didn’t want other vampires or hunters to intervene.

“How about we make a deal in the mean time? Something that will benefit us both for the moment. Fighting isn’t something that I do without cause and from the looks of it, it’s the same for you. What do you say?”

Doran was relieved to see the other vampire calm down. He knew how hard it was to contain one’s pureblood power, when not only enraged but also hungry. Axl Black had amazing willpower, even for a pureblood, and Doran hoped with a good meal, Axl would be in a better state of mind for a proper talk. “I am a peacekeeper; compromises are kind of what I do.” Doran joked, enough of the tension was gone that he felt his humor slip through. “And you are correct, I do not like to fight, especially when in doing so would lead to pointless death.” The city couldn’t contain a fight between two purebloods. 

He took a deep breath thinking for a few seconds about the other’s words, “I understand not wanting to see the council right away…they aren’t my favorite group of people.” Doran was never one for decorum, and even if he should have, he didn’t stop the wrinkling of his nose and look of disgust for but a moment. “That being said you’re a pureblood, whom I don’t trust to roam freely. How about this. You can stay with me as my guest until you are ready to talk to the council. I can give you a tour of the city, but most importantly we can get you to a feeding den. Even for a pureblood 300 years is a long time, and you must be starving. Would this be acceptable to you?”

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clandestinare​:

     “Contracts are… for our own use. Complain all you like, but they are necessary, even in this line of work.” Even if they could not take matters to court… they had their own ways of dealing with anyone who breaks contract. Not that the other needed to be told that—it should be a given.

     Hearing the following conditions, Alī simply nodded. Unless a page was missing, Saverio should have already included them in the contract. Though inconvenient, they would just have to hire a second person to take care of anyone that remained.

     Gabriele himself could do the job fine, if only his schedule weren’t already so packed. But perhaps, with the assistance of this new recruit, he could manage… Alī nodded to himself, making a mental note to meet up with the Capo Bastone when they’d next have time off.

     “Then… If you are satisfied, go ahead and take your copy of the contract. One of our Caporegimes can show you the way to your room.” With the Family’s copy in his own hands, he straightened out the pile with a sigh. “… Unless you would like to explore the resort, first. That is up to you. Though at this time, only the hotel and lounge are open.”

Grim huffed, “Seems pointless to me. Either you’re stabbed in the back or not. Either you survive or are killed. No piece of paper is going to change that. People are going to do what they want to do regardless.” They were criminals not some law firm. People would break their word and go against both employee or employer, if it suited them. Grim didn’t see how some written paper was going to change that.  The interrogator shrugged, seeing that all his conditions were in fact met within the too long sheets of paper. He signed the stupid thing and stuffed his copy into his pockets, uncaring if it got crinkled. 

Grim tilted his head at the offer, thinking, “Hmm...well I suppose it was too much to expect I could get to work right away. Normally, I wouldn’t really give a fuck, but if imma be staying in this gigantic place, I better know my way around huh?” He grinned at the other, “Wouldn’t want to find myself in a place I shouldn’t be. I have a knack for that shit, so a tour would actually be pretty helpful.” Grim stood and bowed for the other to head out first, “Lead the way, pretty boy,” He teased. Really it was almost too easy. 

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hellbrewed​:

there is a prolonged silence,  one where his mind is occupied with wonderings on if the other actually took his words seriously.  there was such a great difference ‘tween the two;  human and vampire.  one immortal and the other .. so fragile.  there was no real reason for the other to take his words to heart,  or even listen to him at all but they seemed to be doing so.  it would tell more to him,  in time,  if what he’d said had any impact on the pureblood.  silence is ‘ventually cut,  with soft voice as he speaks up.  “i’m .. aloise f - ford,”  momentary drop in gaze.

he stares at the offered hand,  hesitating for just a few seconds ‘fore stepping a tiny bit forward,  to connect own hand with theirs.  his was smaller,  and quite warm.  slender,  long fingers pressing first into palm,  as if testing waters ‘fore sliding along down onto wrist rather than ‘round.  a loose grip is what he establishes on doran’s hand,  eventually.  thumbs locked,  allowing him to shake just a little in proper greeting.  “so .. the reason you approached me .. was b - because of that?  you .. m - must care a lot about .. humans,  then.”

Doran maintains his friendly signature smile as he waits for the human to give his name. “Nice to meet you, Aloise Ford.” The pureblood hoped he wasn’t coming off as patronizing. Many had called him such in the past for his over the top attitude. Even when he meant nothing malicious of the sort, the vampire was often accused as such. 

He was pleasantly surprised when the human shock hands with him in a firm grip. Their first greeting may have been scuffed, but Doran hoped they could form a friendship later on. “Yes, I am known as a peacekeeper, and I’ve fought to protect humans for...a long time.” Doran smiled at the human before taking a bow, “It has been a wonder to meet you, Sir Ford, but I am afraid I have kept your Grandfather waiting too long. Good day.” Doran bowed before leaving to meet with his new pureblood friend, hope fulling his chest. 

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Beau Taplin, The Wild Heart 

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clandestinare​:

     “Yo, Dimitri-kun. Still insisting on being so formal towards little ol’ me?” It was good manners, and being respectful to one’s superiors was important. But to Satoru, he hardly saw that as a big deal. Maybe staying in France for so long has changed his mindset too much, after all. “Well, whatever. I called because I finally have time off. You free to work on my back?”

     It was something he was always a BIT ashamed about. Having an unfinished irezumi… Though his circumstances were unique, so he shouldn’t have been so worked up over it. He’d been waiting for SO long to finally get it finished.

     “You’d better make it look better than Ru—er, Takahashi-kumichō’s. Then I can brag about it and make him jealous. Fufufu…” Of course, he was only joking. So long as it looked decent, he wouldn’t care. But if it DID end up looking better than Ruki’s, Satoru wouldn’t miss out on the chance to mess with his old friend.

The duras chuckled at the other’s nonchalance. “I very much like my fingers attached to my hands thank you very much.” Dimitri joked with an amused grin. Even if the yakuza in front of him knew he was an infamous killer within the underworld and would not go down easily, the human didn’t know just how inhuman the tattoo artist was. Dimitri had no fear of death, which often could make him reckless, but it also allowed him to joke more freely with dangerous humans without malicious intent or fear. That lack of fear or maliciousness seemed to have gained him friends within the Takahashi. 

At the mention of the tattoo Dimitri’s eyes sparkled like a child excited to receive a gift. He clasped his hands together to rub them as if he couldn’t wait to get his hands on something. “Yes! I was thrilled when I got your call. It’s been too long since I’ve been able to do an Irezumi tattoo.” If being able to tattoo an Irezumi tattoo wasn’t exciting enough, the human had to and make it a challenge. A near predatory grin spread across his face, “Oh, I can promise you I have more experience than whoever did Takahashi-kumicho, and I will create a piece of art that will demand attention and respect from all who set eyes on it.” Now, this was a challenge, and Dimitri was not one to back down.

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