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I’m looking for a male fc that exudes modern day Humbert Humbert.

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     the tall man turned his head before he pivoted on his heel, green eyes flicking from the man to the children, a small smile coming onto his lips. when he pulled up the fabric on his thighs in order to kneel down, he got down as close as he could to their height. “What’s got you so excited?” he asked quietly, a warmth to his voice that came naturally. “I’m sure it’s really important - i’m sure of it. But,” he started, holding up a broad palm with index finger extended toward the man who’d apologised to him earlier. “I’m sure he’d appreciate you holding that excitement in a little, huh?” he stood, looking at the other man with an ease in his expression. “Don’t worry about it. Kids’ll be kids, right?”

                         “ O H god, I’m so sorry.                             I wasn’t W A T C H I N G where they where going. “

            Carson said in a tired and U P S E T tone                 his hands gripping onto two little children’s                                                                      hands.           His hair was a  M E S S and his body sagged                as he pulled  the two children closer to him.                  He looked up apologetically to the person          his children had almost run over in a hurry to                                  get into the S H O P .

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    Wren followed along with the other man, green             eyes filled with a need to be on the offensive, to              push the thoughts he was so attached to. he gave             a dark sigh, slowly pushing a hand through his hair.

                         “And I might end up being the president                           of the United States, and I’m far from                           straight. I don’t see how that affects anything.”

         his eyes moved to the group he’d just          been conversing with, giving them a look          that meant he’d like to be dismissed. he          placed a hand lightly on the other man’s          shoulder, guiding him away from every-          one else.

         “ i have my son’s best interests in mind,             senator. he may end up being the next             ceo of EMPIRE … and no one wants to             see a gay boy running my company. “

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        “Politically scheming to have justice for people, sure.                 It’s a sad world where a father can hate his son so much                 for something so benign. What do you gain from that?”                        

         “ listen : don’t put your greedy-ass,            politically-scheming nose where it            doesn’t belong, unless you’re lookin’            to have it broken. – just because            my son is a faggot, doesn’t mean i            have to like it. “

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          “I can’t afford two hundred dollars worth of bills. I had an                 EMT take out the bullets, but he wouldn’t take me to the                hospital,” his words were quiet and whispered, gripping                the sink when he was pushed down to the toilet. the scars                from the bullet removal were jagged and reached across                his chest, heaving lungs pulling on the threads. “A week ago.”

 “Jesus Christ.” the words came out before she could stop them, not  that she would. he was a fucking mess, the poor thing. “I’m guessing you      haven’t seen a DOCTOR about this?” the let the question hang, shooting an      angry glance in his direction before all but forcing him down onto the toilet lid,  only because if he crashed there was no way she could drag him all the way to  his room (Shelby was hard enough and she had Norman helping).

                                                                                          “When did it happen?”

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           “If your reason for getting pissed off is my defending your son                    from your vicious comments, then I’ll gladly make a bet on making                    you angry. It’d be my pleasure at this point. It’s sad, really, that                    you think that way about your own blood, just because he’s gay.”

         “ and pissin’ off the owner of the            largest record company in NYC            wouldn’t be, either. “

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      “Beating a senator probably wouldn’t be your best bet, would it?”

         “ you’ve got about FIVE seconds before            i beat your ass, man. “

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          how long had it been? six months, at the very least. tours in the war torn desert could drag on for ever lengthening sections, and he had no estimation of how long he’d been gone on the next rotation. nevertheless, he didn’t talk about his duty with her. partially, it was due to secrecy. special forces were required to keep tight lipped about their missions, but the primary reason he kept every terror filled moment locked away was the thought of her safety. he didn’t want her to live his terrors. the song went on for a time before he quietly stopped singing, ending the tale as the girl came home and sunk into bed.

            she was now fairly at peace in his arms, and the song that started to formulate only made her feel more calm. As her hands move up to ruffle his hair for a few moments, he felt her eyes shut as his quiet song continued. Man, did she miss him. It had been a long while since they had moments like this, so it was like a breath of fresh air to be somewhat back to normal, even if the sleep still didn’t come easy for her. She listened to him, her eyes staying closed as she absorbed his every word.

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            He rocked a bit, pulling his knees up to encapsulate her in the crook of his legs and his chest, making sure she had enough room to shift if she needed to move. he paused for a time before he hummed, the noise deep in his throat, eyes closing as he quietly sang her a song, lyrics detailing a girl trying to find her way home, a tale sung with soft and pleasant words. his voice was low, soothing as he continued on with his made up tune.

           now she felt pretty bad about waking him up. winnie knew that sleep was one of the things that he reallyneeded when he came home, and now she ruined it. how courteous of her. so, a single word wasn’t needed as she felt him simply wrap his arms around her and lay down with her. she didn’t want to do this before simply because she didn’t want to disturb him (look at how far that got her), but now she felt a bit more – comfortable as the blanket goes over her, and she rests against his noticeably larger frame. maybe now she could finally sleep.

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Send me, "I had a sex dream about you last night," to see how my muse responds.

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        he was quiet as he moved through the apartment complex, military boots creating their own distinct solid thump against the carpeted floor. a bag was swung over his shoulders, carried easily despite being nearly filled. green eyes, hued in a colour that matched his beret, no matter how hard and stoic, showed no sense of exhaustion, even though he could feel the beginnings of it deep in his bones. training special force companies was a difficult job, if not only for his sense of perfection. being an officer in command didn’t translate into his being lax in his techniques. two tours in Afghanistan preceded by two in Iraq had made him into what some called a killing machine, others called a hero. he never made any comment to the affect. nevertheless, as he touched the doorknob, he tensed, feeling something off immediately. slowly, he pulled the knife from his belt, opening the door and holding it with heavy intent to attack if need be. his eyes burned when he saw the stranger in his apartment, hands up and sputtering an explanation. nevertheless, he listened, slowly moving to turn on a light. Wren kept his form until he heard a squeaking at his feet. despite all initial cause for alarm, the lieutenant knelt, replacing the knife and scooping the furry rodent up into broad palms. “I’m assuming this is your reason for the intrusion.” 

“Do not move another fucking paw, you furry pain in the ass.” Standing outside on the fire escape and watching his guinea pig trying to wiggle through the next door neighbor’s window – was certainly not the way Teddy wanted to spend his Friday night. “Hey– wait, no!” He whirled around on the spot, hands flying to his hair, mouth agape as the rodent successfully pushed his fat, hairy butt through the open crack in the window. He stood for a moment, hands tangled almost painfully in the roots of his hair, staring at the opened window – incredulous. “What the fuck, Winston? Honestly what the fucking fuck, you fucking fuck.” Seething with palpable rage, Teddy marched his way to where Winston had disappeared, he peeked through the opening briefly which deemed pointless as it was pitch fucking black in the apartment. “Helpful. Very. Thanks, neighbor.” He griped as he pushed the window pane the rest of the way up and swung a leg over the ledge, followed quickly suit by the other until he was standing inside a complete stranger’s apartment. “Welp.” He started as he glanced around the dark apartment, sucking his lips into his mouth briefly while he quietly assessed the situation. “At this point, Michael Myers is either waiting to kill me or I’m gonna be in a shit load of trouble.” He heard the familiar squeaking of his guinea pig and barley lifted his foot in order to take a step when the door opened, the light from the hallway seeping in slowly. “The latter then. Excellent.” He cringed away once the door was fully open, a silhouette of a person being revealed. “Before you say anything!” He rushed, holding his hands out in front of him hastily. “The good news is, I am definitely not Michael Myers. Lacking the sweet mask and the bloody knife, dude.”

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          Wren gave up a sincere smile, holding up the stack               of papers he’d been reading over. “Cross Atlantic relations               meetings. The UK is the biggest ally we have in the fight to               push for aid in war or famine torn countries. I’m meeting with               the PM tomorrow. ----------- if you don’t mind me asking, what               brings you to see me?”

     Mycroft gave a little wave of his hand, declining his offer. “I’m quite      fine, but thank you for the offer. What brings you all the way here,      Senator Young?” He knew it was likely for political reasons, but it      was still considered polite to ask.

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           time off from the base was rare. seeing as the occasion allowed for him to sleep, he’d done so readily, without any interruption. the soldier only woke when he felt the body beside him shift more drastically than it had prior, green eyes painted over with sleepiness following up to her face. Wren made a quiet noise, a gentle ascension to her apology. nevertheless, he sat up, letting the sheets fall off his t-shirt clad shoulders. with few other noises, he picked her up into his arms, cradling her as he sat back on the bed. the size difference between them allowed him to envelop her in his frame, broad palms pulling the blanket up around her body. 

          winnie had tried to sleep all night. she really did. but, no amounts of warm milk or comfortable pajamas would do the trick, so she kept with the cycle of waking up and falling asleep. these increments were maddening – she only got a half an hour of sleep for every hour she was awake. now the clock reads 4:30 a.m., and she’s wide awake. her tossing and turning to try ever-so desperately to get comfortable has clearly failed, so she straightens her posture and sits up. that’s when she sees you wake up. the slight shift of the bed gave it away, so she turns her head to be greeted by your sleepy pair of eyes. “—mm, morning ??” she mutters, as a small laugh escapes from her lips. “i’m sorry if i woke you – though, clearly i did.” the petite girl says groggily as she runs her fingers through her matted hair. “you can go back to sleep, okay ??”