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ghost-writing · 4 years

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The Monster 2/?? - August Walker fanfic

This is a re-post from my other blog... I’ve decided to post my writing on a separate page, it’ll be easier to access like that.

I’ve edited this a little, but there might still be some spelling mistakes & grammatical errors. (English is not my 1st language!) So, if you see something that irks you, please tell me! :)

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PART TWO - Breaking

Word count: 3.2k (The bit below the 2nd gif was labeled “part 2.2″, and titled “Interlude at the office”, but it’s quite short, so I decided to not make it separate anymore.)

Warnings: Sex (unprotected), rough sex, a certain dose of violence (including light choking), SMUT, swearing and bad language. And August Walker. (The Kingstache deserves its own warning.) And it’s probably full of typos and redundancies.

Part one can be found here!

He texted her around midnight. He had tried to not give in, resisted for almost a week, but he needed to let some steam off tonight. And he thought he liked her, which was angering him even more. She was a good investigator: smart, could think outside the box, and did not take shit from anyone, not even him. He used to like that about Sloane: she commanded respect. She did not deserve it, though. He did not know yet if Annie Franken did, he had not scratched under the surface enough. But after the month he had spent here in Brussels, he could say that he almost enjoyed working with her. At the very least, she made this dull case more acceptable. He had been offended when Sloane had given him the assignment. He felt it was an insult to his previous accomplishments. And the case would last months. At least, he’d get to travel around Europe. And since that night, he thought she was another perk.

Less than five minutes into his first meeting with the captain, he had requested to see the whole team’s files. He wanted to know exactly who he was working with, especially as it was his first time working with the Nexus. The man in charge had refused, but he went higher to get them, and he got them. Detective Franken’s dossier was heavier than the others, almost as thick as the captain’s. Apart from the chief, she had been there longer than everyone on that team, which was why she was in charge, and his direct liaison officer.

She had been in a little more trouble than the others, too. Nothing important: some insubordination (from what the redacted report seemed to say, she had been right, and her senior officer got fired shortly afterwards), and a one-time misconduct while handling a criminal in her care (he was lucky to still be alive, but he had it coming). He smiled thinking about the pics of Denizio, the “victim”: covered in bruises and scratches, a couple of deep bites, a dislocated shoulder, and multiple fractures (nose in two places, left side of his face smashed in, seven ribs, and right ankle). He was impressed: she was a fighter, and a nasty one. He had searched for the video of the incident, but had not got to it yet. He didn’t doubt that the evidence had been deliberately lost, to avoid her too much trouble.

The file also contained a lot of praise: from her former chief in the federal police, and her current one. Thinking back of his first meeting with the man, all these compliments, the twinkle in his eyes: the captain admired her, maybe even had a crush on her. August understood the appeal: good at her job, and a nice rack. Maybe too virtuous, at first sight, but he could smell that there was something hidden under the surface of that porcelain skin. Something wicked. He could see it as clearly as his own darkness.

So he stole her psych evaluations, and got disappointed when he read them. All pristine. Not in an obvious, “I’ll tell them what they need to ear” way. She admitted some problems, discomfort, insomnia, anxiety even. But she had a degree in psychology and criminology: she could’ve been faking it. He listened to the tapes: she sounded genuine. Articulate, but still confused by her feelings and reactions at times. Not the reactions of a control freak, just someone genuinely trying to understand herself, and better herself. He particularly disliked the way she was bouncing ideas off the shrink, as if he had been a wall to play against. No, actually, it’s the guy he hated. He either talked too much, or didn’t ask the right questions, the ones he would’ve asked her. And she seemed to like that bespectacled poster boy of blandness. He thought for a moment that they had fucked in his office, but after a really quick check, he found out the man was a closeted gay.

And so, an hour ago, he parked his car in front of her building, trying to calm down after Sloane’s phone call, a fire burning low inside him. He texted: “Are you at your place? Can be there in 10.” He knew she was in: shortly after his arrival, she got out on the balcony, sipping a drink, looking at the horizon, stretching her limbs, trying to unwind after a long day. The answer he got ignited something else in him. “Sure.” Not yes: sure. Sure, you can come over and fuck me. Sure, I’m waiting for you, CIA. Sure. He was panting, raging. He tried to steady his breathing, which took some time. He gripped the wheel tight, his knuckles turning white. Concentrating on the air filling his lungs, then escaping, slowly. Better. Blank face, blank mind, the August Walker way. Never give too much, to anyone. So tonight, he was going to take. And he made himself a promise.“If she has changed from that black t-shirt and sweatpants from earlier, I’ll take everything I want.” He too needed to unwind.

He got out of the car, slowly making his way to the 3rd floor apartment, still breathing in patterns, not to snap too quickly with the pretty doll upstairs. He knocked, looking at the floor. Seconds stretched, and she finally opened the door. She was barefoot, naked legs, dark red satin starting a few inches above her knees. A short kimono, belt knotted tightly around her waist, modestly covering her ample breasts. Sexy, not slutty. He felt his cock twitch. She still sported the same ponytail she had earlier, but she looked younger than at work. Probably the absence of the constantly furrowed brow, which was a common look in those offices, anywhere around the world.

Pushing past her, he entered without a hello. He heard her protest: “I did not invite you in!”, and made his way into the living room.

“I am not a vampire, I don’t need your invitation.” Thinking to himself “What you are wearing is one, anyway.” He heard the door close.

“Yeah, you give more of a werewolf vibe, actually…” His cock twitched again. He turned to face her, menacingly backing her against the wall. “Doll, you have NO IDEA”, he thought.

He towered over her, a nasty look on his face. He was so close she could probably feel the warmth of his chest, though they were not touching yet.

“Don’t you like a wild beast?” He breathed her scent deeply. “Damn, you smell nice, doll!”

“Do I look like a poodle lady?”, she jested.

And all hell broke lose inside of him: he slammed his body into hers, pinning her against the wall, making her gasp from the physical shock. He grabbed her wrist in his left hand, and opened the kimono with the right: she was wearing a dark red satin balconnet bra that barely covered her breasts. He grabbed her ass: a thong. All assorted to the robe. “Something for guests.”

She was pushing her hips towards him: he growled, less than an inch from her mouth now, but instead of kissing her like she wanted him to, he bit her throat and sucked viciously. She yelped : the thought that this man could hurt her, or break her in two with ease, crossed her mind, but she was still aroused. And she could feel that he was too. She could feel his heart beating in his chest. The thought of August Walker having a heart made her chuckle, and he growled some more as a response to her silent joke. She ran her free hand in his hair and, wanting to kiss him, she grabbed him to make him move towards her face. But he snatched her wrist, brought both her arms above her head and held them secure in his gigantic left paw, still nibbling on her throat. He unbuckled his pants with his right hand, undid the zipper, moving away from her just enough to look at her heaving chest, moving up and down rapidly with desire. Her nipples were peaking out of the satin, now, hard as rocks.

He brutally yanked her thong, and she felt the elastic band clap on her hip. She almost told him that those cost a lot of money, but decided it was wisest to just go with the flow, right now. She got distracted almost immediately anyway: he took his cock out and penetrated her without holding back. As she was dripping with anticipation (she had been since receiving the text, to be honest, running to the bedroom to change out of her comfortable sweats, into something more appropriate for a booty call), he slid his entire length inside her with ease, up to the hilt, and stayed still for a few seconds, looking hungrily at her round tits, biting his lips at the sight of her exposed nipples. He let go of her wrists, leaving them tingling with the sensation of blood circulating again in her veins, and pushed the satin robe off her shoulders and arms. She let it slide off her, feeling it brushing the back of her legs as it fell to the floor.

Suddenly, he pushed the vase and the decorative bowl that were placed on the sideboard next to them, sending them crashing down, and lifted her with his other arm to sit her on the wooden piece of furniture, still inside her. He then planted both his hands on the wall, on each side of her head, framing her, leaning in, his forehead touching hers, pushing her shoulders closer against the cold surface, and he started moving his hips, back and forth, between her thighs, wide open for him, increasing the speed every few thrusts. She moaned louder, and tried to grab his shirt to open it.

“Don’t.”

That one syllable made her blood freeze, and she took her hands off him, grabbing the edge of the sideboard outside of her legs instead. He was grunting like an animal, a huge bear completely enveloping her with his frame. She had always liked big guys, she liked feeling small in their arms and under them. She didn’t need a man to protect her; it was more about being shielded from the outside world for a moment, forgetting everything but the man fucking her senseless. And this large grizzly was very good at that, even if he was rough. She liked rough. She preferred a bit of pain than feel nothing at all.

But the bear man was inflicting more than a little pain, now. His eyes were still fixed on her breasts, dark with rage, his thrusts becoming violent. His lips occasionally sucked at her nipples, more often his teeth bit into them, but he was mostly looking at her breathing in and out, slightly smiling when she’d whimper in protest. And as she started to cry a bit louder, a visible grin was adorning his face.

He stopped pumping into her, grabbed her with one arm around her waist, carrying her next to the couch. There, he pulled her off his cock, savoring her gasp, and put her down. Her legs were slightly shaking, but she did not try to hold onto him for balance. She had understood that he was in a foul mood, and did not want to be touched. “Good girl.” But he was still raging, not feeling like calming down, and she would pay the price for it, even if she behaved. But he was sure that she could take it. If she had wanted him to stop, she would’ve fought back, and he’d be in a similar state as that “poor” Denizio guy.

So, instead of feeling sorry for her, he turned her around, bent her over, and parted her legs with his hands, guiding her ankles with a feet. He slapped her ass once, twice, three times. She let a scream escape only with the first blow. He pushed her forward, so that she ended up kneeling on the sofa. But instead of letting her upper chest rest on the back of it, he grabbed the base of her ponytail in his left fist, and yanked, silently ordering her to look at him. And as soon as her eyes met his, he slid his cock back into her, making her moan loudly. He saw fire behind her pupils: she was enjoying this. Thus, he fucked her, hard and fast, into oblivion. And her cries of rapture grew louder and more desperate. He let go of her hair, seizing her elbows instead, pulling her to him, allowing him to go even faster. She came, but it still wasn’t enough for him, so he let go of her arms, and shoved her face in the seat, pushing her back with both hands. She was screaming now, her petite body jerking with each thrust. He slapped her ass some more, leaving big red marks on her pale, soft flesh, and vigorously took hold of her waist, knowing perfectly well he’d leave bruises, feeling pride at the thought.

She felt him withdrawing, turning her around to face him. She was a rag doll in his hands, unable to think for herself. Not once had she fought him, asked him to stop. She thoroughly loved being used by him. He could take whatever he wanted, right now. And he did: he bottomed out into her, making her howl, a throaty wail after her prior screaming, and pinned her down with his hips. His right hand lifted her leg up, allowing him deeper access into her cunt, and his left hand caught her throat. The surprise of his touch made her climax, her whole body shaking, her eyes rolling in her head, her back arching, her walls clenching on him. Thereby, he huffed and puffed as his own orgasm built, and swore profusely as he pulled out of her to come all over her belly and her breasts.

Both out of breath, they looked at each other, panting, completely spent. She saw a light in his eyes, hoped he would just collapse on top of her, and finally kiss her, but in an instant, his expression changed. He got up, tucking himself back in his pants, rearranging his clothes, smoothing his messy hair. And without one last look at her, he got out, his words slapping her face.

“See you at work tomorrow, Franken.”

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The day had been long, just like the rest of the week. She still couldn’t sit down without wincing. She couldn’t sit down at all the first day. And she had to wear a fucking turtleneck to hide the bite marks and the hickeys he had adorned her neck with. Her whole body was covered in bruises, purple finger prints on her wrists and forearms, on her hips, on her ass. She was raging inside, and he was there, working like absolutely nothing happened.

He did not avoid her, they still exchanged about the investigation, they had prepared a necessary trip to London. But it felt different than the week before, the week after that first night. Before, she had noticed his gaze, a furtive smile; once, he even had asked her if she wanted tea. But now, he was distant. Or maybe she simply wanted him to be closer.

She was angry about all the marks left on her, and she definitely would’ve preferred to be able to sit normally, but it was the way he left that hurt the most, and how he acted now. She wasn’t a fuck toy to discard after use. She didn’t want a relationship, she just wanted him to acknowledge her existence in a decent way. Say hello, and kiss her before, during and after making her climax like she hadn’t in a long, long time. She could’ve been nice to him too, reciprocate. Because whatever August Walker tried to pretend he was, deep down, he was human too. Probably. Or maybe he was just a psycho.

She could see some signs: the manipulation, the violence. She wasn’t sure about the lack of remorse or guilt. She felt he was wearing a mask, not just covering up a mistake. Doing what was expected of a cold, calculated man. But she had seen glimpses of humanity in him. He had grabbed a fantasy book left by Simon on his desk, and had smiled as if remembering the first time he had read it. She heard him hum to a song played on the radio while on a stakeout, thinking she was asleep. Not a robot, just a character he was projecting, for protection most probably. She could relate: she had tried that, but could never maintain it for too long. She still joked, she still cared. And she needed to come out for air after keeping a serious face for too long. Just like she could not let him get away with using her like he had, not without saying something.

So tonight, after sending Simon and Niklaas home, she confronted him. He was finishing the cold pizza they had earlier, mumbling about anchovies.

“How did that broom get stuck so high up your arse?”, she asked, a fake incredulous look on her face. He almost chocked on a tiny hairy fish, and he fumed.

“I’d really love to ear that story. Please, tell me how!” She batted her eyelashes, simulating fascination.

“I’m not playing this game with you…” He dropped the slice back in its box.

“No, of course not. I can’t take control of the conversation, that would belittle you, wouldn’t it?”

He remained silent, stood up and walked towards the door. Before he got there, she aimed and fired: “You lost control the other night.”

He stopped in his tracks, turned around.

“I did not.”

“Yes, you did. I had zero control, I left it to you, but you lost it anyway. If you had not lost it, you would’ve pretended. You’re a great pretender, Walker, that’s part of your job. But instead, you acted like a little boy who can’t help breaking his toys.”

“There”, she thought. He twitched when she called him a boy, almost catching fire. And right after, a flash in his eyes. Regrets. Just a hint, before snapping back.

“You enjoyed it.”

“I do like it rough, yes. But I don’t like being treated like a cheap whore.” She got on her feet, moved slowly towards him, stopping just an inch from his tall frame. “I’m not cheap in any way.”

Looking down on her, August wrapped his arm around her waist, resting his hand in the small of her back, drawing her closer to him. Almost tenderly, if it wasn’t for the hardening cock in his pants, rubbing lightly against her belly. He breathed in slowly, before what must have felt to him like spilling his guts.

“Let me take you out while we’re in London. For dinner.”

She pushed away from him, moving towards the door.

“No.” She got out of the office. “See you at work tomorrow, Walker.”

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vanityhes · 5 years

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Another Man (one shot)

Inspired by this pic of drunk Harry at the Another Man launch party last year. He looked too fine to not write about. Sorry if I hyped it up too much and isn’t as filthy as y’all expected.

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The bones in my feet cracked and a long groan emitted from my body as I stretched from my head to my toes. I had been cramped up in the same position for the past five or six hours, occasionally taking a stretch break every once in a while to make sure blood was still flowing. It was a Saturday night and I usually spent them with Harry but tonight was different. I had a 10 page research report due on Monday about mental diseases and therapy, just now finishing after slaving away for several hours.

Usually I had my work done during the week but I was distracted everyday because of Harry. He was stressing out about the launch of his feature in Another Man magazine. I had to help him plan his launch party and make sure he had the right suit and other things that seem unimportant now. The party was scheduled to tonight, and of course I couldn’t go with Harry.

At first, Harry was reluctant to go without me, feeling bad that I was stuck at home doing work while he was celebrating with his friends and having a good time. I forced him to go. After all, the party was for him and not me. Admittedly, I was disappointed in the fact that I would be missing such an important event for him and I knew how much he wanted me to be there. But I had pushed off the assignment for too long and if it weren’t done today, then it would never get done.

I heard the chime of the alarm system go off, indicating that a door had just opened. Knowing it was Harry, I wasn’t alarmed when I heard him whistling the same tune he always did as his footsteps padded up the stairs to our bedroom. Harry came into view, staring down at his phone as he tapped a message to someone.

“Still awake, I see,” he said, continuing to type his message as I sat criss-crossed in front of my laptop. His words were slightly slurring together but not as much as they would if he were really drunk.

“Mhmm. Have a fun time at your party?” I replied, saving my work and shutting the laptop before pushing it to the side.

“Yeah. Had a few drinks, if you don’t mind,” Harry said, glancing at me for only a second before looking back at his phone. “I see you’ve had some, too.” He was referring to the almost empty glass of wine I had sitting on the bedside table.

“Well, I had to celebrate you somehow. Even if it was just by myself,” I quipped happily. I don’t know if it was the wine or I was just glad he was home after a long day but I had this tingly feeling in my toes. Not to mention, he certainly looked delicious. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the top with his tie hanging loosely around his neck. His lips were as pink as ever, surrounded by a week’s worth of stubble, and his eyes were drooping slightly from being tipsy. He had cut his hair a few months ago, getting rid of the long locks that went past his shoulders and introducing a new hairstyle that I’d never imagine seeing on him. It suited him, making him look even older and more mature. All I could say was that he looked delicious, even this late at night.

Harry rambled on about his night, talking about the many celebrities that congratulated him on this magazine cover and how his older sister was highly jealous of him. His already loose tie was discarded on the dresser along with the many rings he wore on his fingers. He made his way to the closet to take off the rest of his clothes, making light conversation with me as he did this.

“I wish you would’ve come, love. Probably would’ve been more fun,” he said.

“Me too. Maybe next time,” I replied.

“Mum wouldn’t stop asking ‘bout you. She was running my ear the entire night, saying I shouldn’t have left the only girl she’s ever liked all by herself at home. Almost think she loves you more than I do.”

I laughed softly. Anne never failed to shower me with love in any way possible, even if it meant overlooking Harry completely. She always said that I was the perfect match for Harry, and everyday I believed her more. We were in sync in and we rarely fought, and if we did it always ended with rough sex.

My skin was on fire. All I wanted to do was kiss him and let him touch me everywhere. “Harry?”

“Yeah?” Harry replied, completely disregarding the fact that I cut him off mid-sentence. He was rambling on about George Barnett telling him a joke that only Harry would find funny. I could still hear him rummaging around in the closet.

“Can you come here?” I said trying not to sound whiny.

“Give me a minute. These bloody shoes are a bit hard to get off,” Harry said as he grunted in frustration. He continued on with his story that seemed to drag on and on.

I sighed. This was taking longer than I expected and the heat between my legs was causing me to squirm. “Baby?”

Harry emerged from the closet, still wearing his loose button up shirt and pants. “What is it?” He asked.

I bit my lip and motioned my finger for him to come here. A small smirk spread across his lips as he came closer, his tall frame towering over me while I sat on my knees on the bed. I leaned in for a kiss, humming against his lips as I felt knots in my stomach form. Harry’s lips moved slowly but expertly on mine as his hand slid from my cheek to the back of my neck and into my hair. His other hand cupped my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb. Harry was an amazing kisser, always knowing when to use his tongue and how much to use.

The stubble around his mouth and on his chin tickled me but I had to hold back my laugh. I could only imagine how it’d feel if it were tickling the insides of my thighs instead while I rode his face.

Harry detached our lips and pecked my cheek. “One of those nights, huh?” he asked with a small smirk on his lips that made me want to kiss him even more. His thumb ran over my lips and pulled my bottom lip down as I nodded my head and whimpered a little, craving to feel his lips on mine again. I licked the tip of his thumb before enveloping it into my mouth, sucking lightly and making Harry hum.

“Missed you. And your fingers,” I hummed. Harry slipped two of his fingers into my mouth, allowing me to suck on them like I would his cock, bobbing my head up and down against him. I maintained eye contact with him because I knew how much it drove him crazy. I didn’t mind tasting the metal of his rings. I was too focused on the tips of his fingers poking at the back of my throat, making me gag but turn him on at the same time. I gagged once more before pulling back and licking his fingers, a small giggle coming from my spit covered lips that curved into a sinister smile.

“God, you’re so sexy, beautiful, gorgeous,” he said, cupping my face again and kissing me in between each praise. My hands ran up and down his exposed chest. I fucking loved it when he had the first few buttons of his shirt undone, exposing his toned chest and the cross necklace that dangled on his collarbones. Something about it made me crazy and want to jump his bones in a heartbeat.

I pulled away for a brief second just to whine, “fuck me,” before planting kisses from the corner of Harry’s mouth down to his neck and collarbones. I took the cross necklace between my teeth and looked up at Harry, who had his lips parted slightly, nearly drooling at the sight of his girl begging for it.

Harry held my chin between his forefinger and thumb, lifting it up slightly and releasing the necklace from my teeth. He placed a soft kiss to my lips that earned a soft moan from me.

“I’m tempted. Not tonight, kitten. M'really drained. What good would a half-assed fuck be if I can’t give you the pleasure you want?” Harry said. The hand that he had on the back of my neck rubbed circles in my hair. There was no way that all of that didn’t even make him hard.

I pouted, feeling desperate just for a touch from him. “Please, just a little bit,” I begged. “Doesn’t have to be for long. Just put the tip in and I’ll cum in minutes. I need you.”

Harry chuckled softly and pressed kisses on my lips and cheeks. As much as he loved when I begged like this, he wasn’t budging. “Sorry, love. Tomorrow,” he said. He placed a tender kiss on my lips once more before disappearing back into the closet to take off the rest of his clothes and change into something more fitting for sleep.

I sighed in defeat as I plopped down in bed and shut off my bedside lamp. Harry slid into bed next to me, wrapping his arm around my body and pulling me closer. He nibbled on my earlobe before kissing it and nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck before mumbling a good night that I reciprocated kindly but bitterly.

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Sleep wasn’t an option since I kept waking up every hour, craving for Harry. We’d barely touched each other all week except for when I sucked him off while he was driving home on Tuesday.

It was three in the morning and all I could think about was me riding his cock or even his face. I whimpered as my mind flickered to the thoughts of his pretty pink lips covered with juices from my orgasm as he inched me towards the brink of another one. My thighs squeezed together just thinking about the dirty things he’d say to me like “so wet for me kitten” or “fuck you taste so good” or “I bet your pussy would feel so good on my cock”

Judging by the way he was breathing, I knew Harry was fast asleep, so there was no chance of me waking him up for a 3 am quickie, for he’d be angry and tell me to go back to sleep. Even though he was knocked out, I could still feel his bulge behind me. This usually happened whenever we slept like this. I usually wore one of his T shirts and panties to sleep— sometimes skipping the latter— and he would wear boxers or shorts without underwear. Harry would get his morning wood because I moved too much in my sleep and I usually ignored it but tonight was different. His arm was wrapped around my waist and his breath was on the back of my neck. I decided to do the one thing that would help my situation.

I circled my hips slowly, rubbing my ass up and down Harry’s growing bulge. A quiet whimper came from me as I continued to do this.

Harry’s breathing changed slightly as I grinding against him to get the friction I needed. I could feel his body become lighter as he woke up a little, dry humping me even though he was still asleep. A small moan came from his throat, which earned one from me.

“Harry,” I moaned softly as I rubbed up and down my slit through my panties.

“Not now, baby,” Harry’s raspy voice said lowly. His arm pulled me closer and his face nuzzled into my neck. The grinding stopped and my heart sunk.

I whimpered in response but it sounded like a short cry, though that would be plausible since I was in so much agony at the moment.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was barely audible even with him right next to my ear. “Hm, tell me what’s wrong.”

I turned around to face him, who still had his eyes closed but they struggled to stay open after a long day of anxiousness, excitement, and fatigue. “I want you,” I moaned softly, kissing his lips and begging for him to take me. “Please, daddy.”

A low grumble sounded from his throat as he rubbed his eyes. “’s that bad, innit?” He asked. His green eyes drooped from tiredness, and for a second, I felt bad for waking him up.

“Yeah,” I replied.

Harry sighed as his fingers reached under the covers and hooked onto the waist band of my panties before snapping them against my skin to tell me to take them off. I did so quickly and kicked them off the bed as to not waste time. Harry grabbed my arm and pulled me on top of him, sliding down on the bed so my wet lips were positioned right on top of his.

“’s this what yeh wanted, kitten?” Harry hummed, kissing the inside of my thighs and inching dangerously close to my entrance. “Waking me up at three in the morning just so I can eat your pussy?”

“Yes, daddy,” I moaned. My legs trembled as his tongue made a long stride up my slit. Harry’s tongue worked wonders against my heat, flicking up against my sensitive clit. His moans rumbled through my entire body as he suckled against the bundle of nerves. “Oh, baby.”

Harry’s arm wrapped around my thigh and his thumb rubbed circles around my clit. The only noises in the room was the sound of Harry’s lips smacking against my wet pussy hungrily and me moaning his name simultaneously. Harry’s eyes never lost contact with mine as he at me out so gloriously until he shut his eyes as if this was the greatest feeling in the world; having his girl sitting on his face and riding his mouth like she would his cock.

My legs felt like jelly as I neared closer to my orgasm, Harry pushing me on with dirty talk. He reached up and squeezed my breasts. “That’s right, kitten. Ride my face just like that,” Harry said. His voice was muffled under me but it was enough to drive me over the edge. Harry flicked his tongue at just the right angle, making me feel like my insides were on fire and like I was riding on a cloud.

“Fuck, baby. Right there,” I moaned breathlessly. Harry continued flicking his tongue rapidly as he squeezed my ass and smacked it harshly. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as a strong orgasm rippled through my body and my juices spilled on Harry’s tongue. Muscles taut and toes curling, a series of involuntary moans pushed past my lips. I had to lift myself off Harry’s mouth otherwise I’d be screaming loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear.

Harry kissed the inside of my thighs sweetly before flipping me under him. His lips pressed softly to my cheek, neck, and down my body as he pushed my shirt— or rather his shirt— above my breasts. His tongue swirled around both of my nipples briefly before leaving my body entirely.

A sigh left his lips as he fumbled with the hem of his shorts that he began pulling down. I was starting to feel bad for waking him up after only a couple hours of sleep. “Harry, you don’t have to do that,” I said, trying to push his hands away but he smacked them away.

“You wanted this, didn’t you, love?” He said, a tired smile spreading across his lips. His eyes were glowing even with his dark pupils engulfing the emerald irises.

Harry discarded his shorts on the floor before mounting me. He spread my legs wide and positioned himself on his knees in between mine, all while pulling my hips towards him more. A grunt of approval came from him as he rubbed my wet slit with the tip of his cock. I held my breath as he pushed in, never getting used to the way it felt having his length in me.

Once he was fully in me I couldn’t hold my breath anymore. Harry began thrusting into me slowly but deeply. I could tell he was concentrating hard on everything that made me feel good as his eyebrows furrowed deeply. His hips rocked back in forth at a slow pace, which usually had me growing impatient but this time it felt just right.

Our skin stuck together as his hips glided into my softly. The air in the room was filled with my soft moans and Harry’s heavy breathing. I love the way he looked when he fucked me so good like this. It was like the only thing that mattered to him was that I was content and feeling all the pleasure I could, having it all come from him.

One of his large hands squeezed my breasts before sliding up to wrap around my neck. I couldn’t hide the devilish grin that spread across my face, and I knew that Harry saw it too. “You like that, don’t you? Hmm, you like it when daddy chokes you a bit?” Harry cooed quietly. A cheeky grin twitched at the corners of his mouth, making large dents in his cheeks. It made me giggle but the feeling was so good that I couldn’t suppress my moans.

I didn’t mean to whine and moan so much but this slow pace was driving me to the edge. Harry’s soft lips were slightly parted with his bottom lip always jutting out and begging to be kissed and sucked on. I pulled him closer so I could do just that, not caring that sleep was on his breath. At first, his lips moved lazily on mine but they soon gave in and melted onto my skin. Harry’s tongue was always first to invade my mouth but it was never in a bad way.

Harry’s pace began to quicken, making him hit the right spot more frequently now and leaving me a moaning mess under him. My fingers tangled in his hair as his lips moved from mine to my neck. My other hand squeezed his ass because I knew how much he liked it. Harry always thought it was my silent way of begging him to go deeper and hit harder. And that’s exactly what he did.

“Shit,” Harry groaned as his hips crashed against mine faster and harder. The bed creaked under us, making me smile because you’d think that a multimillionaire like Harry would have more than enough money to buy a bed that was less noisy. He claimed that he liked the sounds it made when he’s fucking me good.

“Fuck me,” I whined softly in Harry’s ear. There’s nothing more that he loved than to hear me whining and begging in his ear while he fucked me deep like this. I couldn’t control my moans anymore and my muscles were growing taut. I knew harry could feel my walls clenching around him based on the helpless moans omitting from him that he tried to conceal. Words need not to be spoken as my moans spoke for me, reaching a higher volume than before. My toes curled and my stomach knotted, leaving my body shaking as I climaxed around Harry’s cock.

As I caught my breath, Harry continued thrusting inside of me. “C'mon, baby. Cum for me. I know how much you like fucking me like this, yeah? You like when I squeeze my walls around you like that?” I whispered in Harry’s ear before nibbling on it.

“Oh, fuck me,” Harry groaned. It took a few more strokes and the aid of my moans to get Harry to come inside of me. His warm release filled me up in a way that I would never get used to.

For a moment we just lied there panting and being lost for words. Looking up at the ceiling, I was seeing more than just the chandelier. I was seeing stars and colors even though the room was nearly pitch black. Harry always had this affect on me and I knew I had it on him too.

When I was finally done struggling for air, I felt Harry’s soft lips pecking my neck and chest. “Such a horny girl. Maybe I shouldn’t have left you alone for so long,” Harry said with a chuckle. He pulled himself out of me, making me whimper at the sudden cold and emptiness, and disappeared into the bathroom. When he came back, he had a wet rag that he used to clean me up with before using it on himself.

“You’re so good to me,” I said softly. Harry climbed back into bed with me and pecked my lips.

“Anythin’ for my baby.”

#harry styles #harry styles smut #smut #dirty fic #fan fic #one shot #dirty one shot #one direction #future reference #smutty #another man #harry styles another man #harry styles one shot #1d dirty imagine #2019 #repost from 2017

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anti-tony-god · 5 years

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(Sorry kinda long) Cass Cain!! I love her! She has her own series: Batgirl (2000)! The problem is Cass’s education was neglected, so she doesn’t know anything at first. Then she gets magicked and knows words, but can’t speak. Then she can speak, but in broken English. She can’t read either, even pretty far in. I am iffy on Bruce’s part because he sucks and reteaches her to fight, he’s her adopted father but uhh this is before that and while he does worry for her like all his protégés it feels a bit like white knight to me (mostly cause I hate Bruce and Cass should be able to kick his ass at any point in time). Barbara Gordon takes her in, too. Idk if that’s a turn off for you. Shes like 16 so she needs someone looking after her anyway.

I’m going to warn you the art is…… well someone definitely drew that. But it gets better further in. Onyx Adams is there and doing amazing!! Cute Cass/Steph moments!! The end is disappointing and the amount to black villains has me a bit concerned but it’s not 100% and there are black good guys so I’m not going to throw down the racist card.

#30-32 has Connor Hawke in it

Kinda bloody. Suicide, murder, the works. Cass can really kick butt and she’s super sweet but she lets Bruce get in her head when she should be letting Barbara in instead. I actually don’t mind that part, it’s kind of interesting to see even if it does make me mad.

The thing I do absolutely love about her is that she speaks in movement, which is poetic and beautiful. I just wish there was more of it. She had a rough growing up and finally got the family she deserves (except Bruce he sucks). I hate that they make reading body language a power or secret weapon of some sort that can be taken away. I’d have loved it if they kept that.

Batgirl (2008) starts off rough, the other batfam members start off acting like dicks, I know that the first intro of a character makes me judge them afterwards (why I hate black widow) so idk if you think that’ll ruin them for you. She still speaks brokenly but it’s revealed she took an esl class, so it’s better. This is definitely something you read if you want to see more Cass, you run into a bunch of characters but don’t get into her as a person enough except for that part she gets a bf. It’s Cass on a deeper level (talking about her trauma, seeing her sister). She is on a mission and it shows. 2000 is a lot lighter, not as serious.

2009? Cass upgrades to her ultimate form and says fuck Bruce Wayne and then leaves. Unfortunately, that’s the most you’ll get from her. Stephanie Brown (blonde white girl) then becomes batgirl. Which, now that I think about it, is kinda fucked up.

Don’t read any batgirls past that, it’s Barbie Gordon and she sucks (I will find you)

Here’s a rec list for her if you still want to see stuff on her, she probably speaks brokenly (really brokenly or somewhat brokenly depends on the time) or not at all in them. She didn’t have any speech problems in batgirl: convergence but Steph is batgirl in that, she’s black bat. In rebirth she’s known as ‘orphan’ which is worse than ‘signal’ so uhh I don’t know shit about that and never will. Also she respects Batman which is sad :( https://fyeahcassandracain.tumblr.com/recs

Don’t read One Year Later

Connor Hawke!! Oooo I hate Oliver Queen and you will see why but Connor? Connor is my baby!! But all black DC characters are because I’m black and I said so.

He originally had a temper (“angry black man” but also Uhhh Oliver Queen’s son) he was picked on as a kid since he’s mixed (¼ Korean, ¼ black, ½ white) he has the occasional white washing too. His mom would kick your ass if you started making fun of him.

Nothing else I can think of I don’t read him much, sorry

https://www.google.com/amp/s/lornahs.tumblr.com/post/95199039664/where-to-start-reading-connor-hawke-lets-first/amp

Ok I did Connor Hawke: Dragon’s Blood and don’t fucking read it he’s whitewashed in the first part then kissed his fucking half-brother’s mom noooooo

People like Connor and Kyle Rayner together plus it’s outside of the Arrow Fam so none of that shit will pop up probably (hopefully) they don’t have a run together but I did run into them a couple of times, they’re so cute!!

https://www.google.com/amp/s/lornahs.tumblr.com/post/156635510974/kyle-raynerconnor-hawke-recommended-issues/amp

I’m kinda traumatized so no I will not sample any of those for you. Also he respects Oliver which is sad :(

Duke Thomas!! I did like the little glimpses of Duke I got before he moved from background to foreground, but I never read him much. 1. Because I hate Bruce (BATMAN & the signal) 2. Because his new name sucks if they just called him Lark like everyone was voting for I would maybe do it 3. Because it was new 52 and I couldn’t care less about Robin War

I am curious about Duke too tho, I will never read Robin War (nothing immoral about it I don’t think, I just don’t give a shit and it sounds boring also respect for Batman which is sad) but I did get into Batman & The Signal

Writer attempts to console the audience about having too many batfam members while showing us said batfam members, one (or two if you count nightwing) of which is whitewashed, another that is ablewashed, and the PoC and Jewish ones are put in the corner (but to be fair, they’re trying to center the more popular ones and THATS why I hate this fuckin fandom).

I’m going to choke this writer, speech bubbles and boxes are two different things I don’t care if he’s talking to both the audience & the people around him it’s confusing and I hate it how am I supposed to know when it’s in his head or not

“No good names left” I’m so mad there are so many birds that exist do you even know how disappointing it is to hear Duke is getting to be part of the batfam everyone’s so exciting making stuff up for him “oh Lark this Lark that” and then his name is fucking SIGNAL what’s he do make bird calls whenever the bad guy is outside??? “Oh uhhh there’s crime Duke hit the button for the batsignal” fucking SIGNAL

Him trying to figure out his powers is boring as hell I DON’T CARE literally “Jason Todd Death Joke” “Someone Gets His Name Wrong” “I’m A Mystery” “I’m The New Guy” this writing is so lazy ahhhh

Black “blue” dude with a big ass nose that’s the bad guy

I got bored again and skipped panels then found a disabled Asian woman, I am interested again… Wow I want a comic on her she’s more interesting than Duke lmao

I SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IF ITS REDEEMABLE AND SEE A WHITE WOMAN WITH DREADS BYE “but it’s ok ‘cause she’s part robot or whatever” I’m not reading anymore especially since Barbie is there probably preying on another young black guy to not be racist with

https://www.google.com/amp/s/lornahs.tumblr.com/post/155680034759/where-to-start-reading-duke-thomas-his-first/amp

Rec list, he’s mostly in batman sorry fam *F* also he respects Batman which is sad :(

If you decide to stay away from batfam please take me with you

If you decide to stay away from DC PLEASEEEEE take me

I should probably explain this since I keep throwing it onto you without explaining what it is Barbie Gordon: Barbara Gordon (second batgirl, most popular) was attacked by the joker and was paralyzed from the waist down. This was an extremely sexist comic that was complained about by all sorts of straight white able-bodied feminists even after DC turned that trash-fire into a glorious fireworks display

She was amazing as Oracle! She was a genius, badass, wheelchair-bound asskicker!! Even the justice league wanted her!! She was so reliable and strong mentally, physically, and emotionally! She was one of the only people to step up during No Man’s Land! She took in Cass and didn’t give up on her when she took Bruce’s stupid advice over her wisdom! And she lost her respect for Bruce which is great! She had more respect as Oracle than she could ever dream of as batgirl. She realized Bruce was bitch and became twice the man he could ever be. She didn’t let that moment define her, and she decided she wouldn’t let anyone hold her back anymore. She didn’t have Bruce’s “huh they look like they can beat someone down hard 🤔🤔🤔” view of worth, she saw people as they were and did what she could to help them improve. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

But with enough whiny bitches DC will do anything, and Barbara was given back her legs, her respect for Bruce, and her wisdom while also gaining a black boyfriend that had no business being there (MY Luke??? I appreciate the bowtie pics but FUCK YOU) that she would soon dump for her light-skinned ex, and a victim complex.

She lost both her dignity and everything great about her.

No one hates Barbie more than me. No one. If I find out that you even glimpsed at her I will hunt you down.

Also recently they made a new Oracle, since she mostly deals with computers it’s sort of a robot thing and it’s STILL FUCKING ABLE BODIED THE POINT FEW PAST THEM AT A THOUSAND MILES AN HOUR

THE MADDEST I’VE EVER BEEN

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Thank you so much for all this! Idk what a lot of it means since ive literally never read a dc comic but ill keep it in mind when I start reading!!

#dc #long post #suicide mention #submission #save

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paepsi · 5 years

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EXO as dumb shit I’ve done, EXPLAINED:

Suho:

See this picture here? This is me before the moving team. I was so fucking proud of myself for strapping the base of the chair to my roof (it wouldn’t fit through the trunk of me smol hatchback). I thought it was funny that it kinda looked like a kip-pah and asked my friend to take a pic for me here (see my lil peace sign next to my face? im v happy of my jew car). Little did I know that after driving to my new apartment with the whole moving team from IKEA unloading shit from the truck, I would be stuck in the fucking car. I didn't have a knife or scissors to cut the strings and I didn't want to make my dumb assery to be noticed; so instead of asking for help... I climbed out the front window and almost fell flat on my ass. When I stood up and turned around, the whole moving team was just standing there looking at me. The assholes knew I was stuck and let me suffer.

Kris & Kai:

so these moments both happened in the same night. I went to a house warming party for my friend and I didn't know what to bring as a gift, so I just bought two big bags of Hawaiian bread. Now throughout the night, the more I drink, the more impulsive I get.

I started putting the bread on people's shoulders, slowly piling them up until they noticed. Everyone was pretty wasted so there was no surprise when I had a stack of 4 1/2 buns (I ate half) on my friends shoulder. Anyways- fast forward into the night, I'm craving sweets, so I walk into my friends kitchen and find a jar of cookies. At the time I thought it was a brilliant idea to just put the Hawaiian bread in there so the kitchen looked full; a fair exchange, if you will. At least that's what I thought... I found pictures from the party and it turns out I just ended up putting in a half eaten bun sjzjsj

Fast forward into the morning of the next day, I’m hungover and I wake up wearing mismatching socks (one is mine, the other I have no idea).

I needed to get home because I had work later that day, so I hop into my car and start driving home. The whole time there was this annoying beeping sound that I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. I had such a bad headache that I pulled over to see what the fuck was wrong. I got out of my car, checked the wheels, checked the under the hood, then hopped back inside. I was so frustrated that I banged my head on the steering wheel and just rested my eyes for a sec. When I opened them to look straight ahead at my dashboard, the brake light was glowing bright red. I cried.

Chanyeol:

One summer evening, I was hanging with my sister and her friends around a campfire. We were roasting marshmallows, drinking, having a good time etc. Eventually later into the night we started getting bored and one of my sister’s friends suggested playing hot potato with the coals from the fire. We’re all game like FUCK YEAH LETS DO THIS. Then we start tossing it around and realize that it’s way too fucking hot, so instead of tossing it’s just everyone spiking the coal to the next person. FYI, I have terrible hand eye coordination and I wasn’t wearing my glasses that night. Every single time the coal was spiked my way it would miss my hand and fly straight into my hair. The next day I woke up, looked in the mirror, skipped breakfast and headed straight to the salon. still looked cute or w/e so I ain’t mad

Kyungsoo:

Ahhhh, this one is actually pretty personal and happened not too long ago! My mom finally left this dirt bag she’d been married to for the past 16 years. When I say dirt bag, I mean a manipulative, abusive piece of shit. My mom was so tired during her session with the mediator for when they were deciding who was getting what; she took 30-45 minutes to talk alone with them and he took 3 fucking hours putting on this sick sob story. The mediator was so done with him too that they just let him do whatever he wanted. That meant he had the “right” to pick and choose what belonged to him in our apartment. The fucker took EVERYTHING. He took the furniture, the bedroom sets, all the electronics, the spices- HE DOESN’T EVEN COOK. However, a week before then, I bought a huge bottle of vanilla. I needed it to make edible cookie dough, which I was doing everyday out of stress. The day before he finally moved out, I came home from work to see everything wrapped/packed up. I started to get worked up and went to the kitchen to make my cookie dough. When I opened the cabinet to get my vanilla and saw it completely empty, I lost it. I literally screamed and started tearing up all the boxes, finding more shit that belonged to me and stopped when I finally found my vanilla. I went back to the kitchen, happily made my cookie dough and kicked back on "his” couch with my dirty shoes on. Later that night, the asshole came home and screamed at me. I shut him up tho when I told him I’d suffocate him with a pillow in his sleep if he dared to touch me or any of my things ever again. He didn’t stay in the apartment that night lol

Baekhyun:

I think this one might be my favorite story. It all started when a package from my mom in the mail never showed up even though the UPS tracking said it had already arrived on my doorstep. I assumed in meant the package was stolen and got really bummed about it since it had some essential items in there. My roommates felt bad and decided to cheer me up by throwing a house party (woohoo! cue the alcohol!). It started at like 3pm and went on all the way until 4 am the next day. Somewhere within that time frame while it was still light outside, slightly tipsy, I found a ladder on the side of the house and had a strong urge to follow it up to the top; and who am I to deny every desire that comes across my pea sized brain. I was half-way up to the roof when one of my roommates spotted me (let’s call him Big Ned; there were two guys named Ned in our house so we just called them Big Ned and Little Ned; Big Ned is like 6′3″ and Little Ned is like 5′4″). Big Ned started yelling at me to get down and I told him I couldn’t because it was my destiny to reach the top. He decided that there was no use arguing with me and ended up following me to the roof (even though he’s afraid of heights; bless his BFG heart). He’s kinda hard to miss, so when he started making his way up to the roof with me, it grabbed a lot of attention. Some joined us. Meanwhile, I decided to walk around and look into my neighbors yards. I saw a mess of papers in one of the alleys between our houses and joked “lmao that’d be funny if that was my package”. We laughed for a bit then looked a little closer until we realized oh fuck that’s my package. My body moved on it’s own and just kinda scrambled across the roof trying to figure out the fastest and least painful way to get off the roof. Thank the stars for Big Ben holding me back by the collar of my shirt and preventing me from jumping down onto the neighbors fence. Little Ben ended up running over and jumping the fence to get it for me. We still don’t know how it got there.

Tao:

In middle school, I had to go on this field trip to some ranch out in the countryside of Texas. I remember we were all huddled into a barn with a big stage in the back. The teachers grabbed a mic and got on stage to talk about who knows what. Idk I wasn’t paying attention, talking to my friend, in my own world. When the mics go off, everyone starts chattering. At that moment in time, I was extremely preoccupied with my shoelaces when I got a tap on my shoulder from my homeroom teacher. I think she was mad at me for not listening and told me to head up to the stage along with a few other students making their way over. Being in front of others makes me nervous, but when the teachers put a bib around my neck before I got on stage, I was too confused to think of anything else. When another teacher started handing out baby bottles filled with Gatorade to each student on stage, I had to stop them to ask what was going on. And what do ya know, I’m in a baby bottle drinking contest. Before I had time to ask any more questions, they were already counting down to start. Now listen, I’m not the type of person to back down from a challenge so ofc you know I’m gonna suck the soul out of this bich. The reason I can say this confidently is because up until I was 11 years old, I always drank out of baby bottles when I got home from school. I just really liked the feeling?? For me, nothing beat chilling on the couch, watching Teen Titans and drinking fresh cold orange juice from a baby bottle on a hot summer day. Idk but I guess it came in handy since I finished a 24oz bottle under 35 seconds. The rest of the kids weren’t even close to half way through. There’s a picture of me at the back of my school year book holding up the baby bottle like a trophy.

Sehun:

Remember my sisters friends from the campfire? Well I spent a good long summer hanging with her friend group and ended up getting kinda close to this one of the guys (let’s call him Jake). I have a really broad range of music taste and I guess he digged that so we talked a lot about music together. By the end of the summer, Jake threw a party at his house and invited me over. Ngl I wanted some dick so ofc I’m gonna go all out and break out my hot leather Madonna outfit. I head out with my sis and the house is packed by the time we get there. The whole time we’re pretty much just hanging out, drinking and dancing the night away. Some time passed 1 am (I think), I’m sorta outside making out with Jake on the side of his house. It’s getting really hot and heavy. When we finally broke apart for air, he told me he though he was in love with me. I’m screaming internally, panicking and I don’t know what to do. I could tell from way before that he really liked me, but I didn’t think it was to that extent. It doesn’t help exactly that I don’t feel the same way for him. Don’t get me wrong! He was really hot and sweet, but I just couldn’t see myself with him. So what did I tell him? Nothing. My dumb ass was in such a panic that all I could think of was that I needed to run. I did. I ran back into the house, out the front porch, spotted his skateboard and took off. I didn’t really know where I was or where I was going but somehow I ended up at the train station and eventually found my way back home.

Xiumin:

On my 21st birthday, my roommates took me out to a really nice, 5 star restaurant in the city we lived. They're buying me all the drinks I want cause heck I'm finally legal! Now, I think y'all can see a pattern of what happens when I drink. So when Big Ned got a glass of scotch and I had just finished off my last sip of wine, I wanted some too. I asked him to share, using "it's my birthday" to get my way. Ever the gentleman, Big Ben pours half his glass into my wine glass and keeps his raised for a cheers. The whole group joins in and with a shout of Mozeltov, I slam the wine glass down on the table and toss it back. It wasn't until I finished the last drop and tried to set my glass back on the table that I realized I snapped the stem in half. No one spoke, except for Little Ned, softly, "did you... did that really just happen?" Yeah. Yeah it did. Thankfully the restaurant agreed to keep the broken glass off the bill as long as I left the restaurant immediately.

Chen:

On a Saturday night, I met up with a good friend of mine that I hadn’t seen in months. We bought some snacks and drinks then drove to a marina near my apartment (new place in California). The whole night we spent catching up and throwing rocks in the water. I was still a little tipsy when it was time to go home and my friend ended up driving me back. On the way back, I opened a bag and snacked on some pizza flavored goldfish. I was about a fourth of the way through the bag when I decided I didn’t like it anymore and started tossing them out the window. We pull up to a stop light and my friend is trying to make me stop by rolling up the window, but I stick my leg out before he could close it. Next he tries to compromise and said if I wasn’t going to eat the goldfish, I should just put the bag down and remove my leg from the window. My tipsy ass told him no, I was handing out free food. I turned to look at the car next to me, asked (yelled) if they wanted any goldfish and held out the bag to them. I guess the dude thought it was funny and was just like “yeah sure why not, lifes too short to not eat goldfish from a stranger at a stoplight” alksdjflskdj

Lay:

When I was about 6 years old, I lived out in the suburbs of Fulshear, Texas. The community is really tiny and everyone knew each other. One time, I was playing hide and seek with my siblings, and decided to hide under my moms bed. While I was waiting for my brother to come find me, I fell asleep. A couple hours later I wake up and it’s dark out. The house is empty. I’m calling out to see if anyone is home, checking all the rooms. I thought maybe everyone decided to tag me “it” since I passed out. After a while of not finding anyone, the phone rings and I pick up. It’s my mom sounding out of breath calling to see if anyone found me and took me back to my house. Turns out I had actually been knocked out for 6 hours. Not being able to find me during hide and seek for 2 hrs, my siblings went to get my mom who also started looking for me. After another hour and no luck, she called our neighbors across the street to see if I went over to play with their kids. Ofc they said no and said they would call some other people in the neighborhood to find out if they'd seen me. A few hours later, the whole neighborhood was out looking for me. Meanwhile I'm at home chilling on the couch watching Teletubbies and eating goldfish (the original babey).

Luhan:

My dad took me and my siblings to the beach almost every summer in elementary school. We would always stay at this Holiday Inn right across the street from the sands. At night, we would go “hunting” for crabs with a flashlight and a fishnet. But on some nights when my dad was too tired to go out, my siblings and I would hang in the kids room at the hotel. We were fooling around and just being kids. Then we found a big case filled with tubes of paint. I was excited to do some finger painting but before I could reach for a tube, my brother stopped me to say he had an idea. He dared us lay down our sheets of paper and paint them by jumping on the tubes. Being the youngest of four, I thought this was a brilliant idea and immediately got to work. Set my paper down and lined up the colors I wanted to use. I jumped.... Only a spec of paint made it onto the paper... The rest beautifully decorated the off-white walls of the kids room. We all just froze because oh my stars we’re gonna be in so much trouble. Turning to each other, we made a very strong pinky promise to not tell a soul what happened. The next day when we returned to the kids room, the case was gone, faded splotches of green and purple remained on the walls, and a big paper taped above reading “NO PAINTING ALLOWED”.

Fun fact: my eldest sister used to write about my adventures for her creative essay homework’s in middle school.

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retroservos · 6 years

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Circe/Vidcund for the ship meme?

Why yes of course, anon! :D

Thank you for requesting !!

General:

Rate the Ship -

How long will they last? -Viddy’s love for her has lasted this long, It’d liekly last a lifetime if she felt the same.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Vidcund’s love for her was pretty strong when he first met her. This ship is a bit tricky and rocky, so it took Circe a while. She was tied between Loki who was promising success and fortune in return for everything about her, while Vidcund was promising her the world just for her to give him a chance. She was more blind to his love for a while.

How was their first kiss? - Bittersweet, it was certainly one of the best things for Vidcund. It shocked Circe, but she liked that thrill. It really set her heart on fire, but Loki kept trying to put it out.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - It would’ve been Vidcund, but Circe had a grander plan than even he did after all those years of admiration.

Who is the best man/men? - Pascal and Lazlo!!

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Chloe and Jenny. Also, Jill was the flower girl :’)

Who stressed the most? - Vidcund. He was afraid he’d mess up in front of her, just like he used to back in high school.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Surprisingly not all that fancy, but still a great time. Lots of food and lots of people, big half-alien family ya know? hehe

Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - I mean, who would want their evil ex-husband there? Loki will not even be aware of this whole thing.

Sex:

Who is on top? - Circe ;)

Who is the one to instigate things? - Circe

How healthy is their sex life? -

Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? -

Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - They don’t go for a super long time, but it’s not a quick thing. They’re very romantic and heartfelt in bed, so it depends.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Pretty much, Circe enjoys seeing other people pleasured more than people would suspect.

How rough are they in bed? - Not all that rough, maybe a little

Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? -

No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - Maybe one

How many children will they adopt? - One!

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Vidcund, he’s practically a pro though. He doesn’t mind after having to babysit Pascal’s kid all the time.

Who is the stricter parent? - Circe

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Vidcund

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Vidcund

Who is the more loved parent? - Their kids love them both, they’re strict but they want the best for their kids.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Vidcund

Who cried the most at graduation? - Vidcund

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Circe, Vidcund would likely contact the police to keep them to teach them a lesson pffff

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Vidcund, he knows Loki sucked ass at cooking so he likes to treat her. She’s in luck too, he’s a good cook.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Vidcund

Who does the grocery shopping? - They shop together

How often do they bake desserts? - Circe likes scones every once in a while, but Jenny’s big on baking so they’ll often get tons of baked goodies.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - They both eat a fair balance of both, Vidcund enjoys a nice Prime Rib every once in a while.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Vidcund makes tons of plans to sweep her off her feet, he really outdoes himself every time.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Circe isn’t the type to stay in, she’s all about going out and getting fresh air- and a nice meal while she’s at it.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Circe

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Circe

Who is really against chores? - Neither, they’re both responsible and don’t really mind.

Who cleans up after the pets? - Vidcund

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Circe

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Vidcund. He worries people will question Circe’s taxidermy.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Circe

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Circe

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Vidcund

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Circe likes to decorate in general, so she’s big on holidays.

What are their goals for the relationship? - Circe’s alwsys regretted not giving Vidcund much of a chance during high school. She knows she would’ve been better off with him than ending up living under the same roof as Loki, with a ring binding them together.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Circe

Who plays the most pranks? - Circe

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escort tales: the mysterious Lynx

I had a few anons asking me about my escort experiences. I had shied away from the subject. Didn’t want you guys thinking I was too big of a man hoe. Plus my escort stories are just as wild and crazy as my sugaring. So if you don’t believe my blogging on sugarbabies you’ll really be fucked up reading about my escort fun. But you gotta give the people what they want.

I do see courtesans on occasion. Before I got into being a sugardaddy that was pretty much all I did. Now, I see them when I’m SBS (sugarbaby single), my SBs on her period, I’m horny af, or just seeking a little variety in my sugaring. The last time I seen one was about October ‘15 I think. Firecracker was on her period. I checked out a few “sites” and went through all the reviews and decided on a provider I’ll call Lynx. She had pretty good reviews. Her pics were sexy as hell too. Even though the face wasn’t showing the body was just how I like it: curvy and thick. The reviews had said she had a cute face so I was definitely interested.

After a day and a half of trying to schedule, I managed to setup an appt with Lynx. She told me the area of town she was in and the cross streets. Standard security protocol for courtesans. 20 minutes later I got there I sent her a text. She sent the address to her motel and 5 minutes later I pulled into the entrance. I sent another text and she replied back with the room number. I drove on in and parked by fairly new BMW that was parked directly in front of the room. It was a cute 4 door 3 series Beemer. Couldn’t be more than 3 years old I reckon. I knew it was hers.

As I knocked at the door she opened it. No one was standing there so I just walked in to find her hiding behind the door. She closed the door behind me and was all smiles as she said, “Hi sweetie.” Lord have mercy was she gorgeous. I’m not sure what her ethnicity was. I would have guessed black or Hispanic by her pics but the girl standing before me could have been Indian, Creole, Ethopian, something. Her light yellow/brown complexion, straight black hair and big brown eyes put everything in question..

She gave me a big hug and we kissed briefly. She even gave me a little tongue. Nice. I pulled out the donation and she told me to lay it on the night stand. We talked briefly; mostly me telling her how good she looked. I’m feeling like

as I looked at her. I could totally make this chick my SB. Rescue her from whatever she was going through. I know. I know. Who said she’s going through anything? LOL. We were talking but I was ready to fuck. I started to get undressed first, to let her know I was safe and for real. After my pants were down she started undressing too. I took everything off but my socks, and she undressed down to her bra and panties and got on the bed. I got on the bed and we started kissing. One of the reasons why I had chose her was because she kissed her clients. GFE was a guarantee with this chick. I ran my hands all over her bare skin. OMG. I don’t think I’ve ever touched skin that soft. And that complexion…Wow. Didn’t she know she could have a one sugardaddy instead of multiple Johns?

Ok I’ll stop.

She pushed me gently back on the bed, and kissed on my nipples and upper chest. She wasn’t in a rush either, living up to that GFE reputation. By the time she got down to my stomach my nipples were hard as a rock. I know. I sound like a little bitch. But hey she was doing a good job.

She took Bartholomew and looked at him for a moment before she took him in her mouth. She did a few strokes before she stopped. She moved so that she could be in between my legs, facing me. Then she fixed her hair so that it was in a tighter bun so I could see them pretty little lips on Bart. Then she went back to work, making Bart disappear and reappear over and over again. Whodini I tell you. Hmm Hmm Hmm. I love courtesans. I always wished I didn’t need so much more from a chick like their companionship and time. Then I could just fuck courtesans and save beaucoup $$$. But, it is what is.

Lynx had some pretty good knowledge (meaning head, blow job for those unfamiliar with the lingo). She started alternating, going from basic strokes to stopping suddenly, raising up and letting some saliva drip from her mouth. The sweet liquid from her mouth slid slowly down my shaft while she licked the tip and shaft area. Then she got all David Copperfield on me again, making Bart disappear with some deep throating. I was starting to wonder if she had a gag reflex. I could swear my tip was touching them tonsils. I guess that was all the opening act. For the main event, she had my toes curling as she rotated between sucking, licking the shaft, moving up to the head, adding more saliva….it became a blur but you get the idea.

Damn I’m getting hard just reflecting on it. I need to text her. Fuck my sugarbabies. Escorts are the best! Sorry. Getting carried away.

Then she pushed my legs apart further, and worked on the boys and the tiny area between the balls and crack. Saliva ran down my thighs and in between my cheeks as I felt her tongue and mouth all over my love zone. I was wondering if she ate groceries too but I’m not a big fan so didn’t push the issue.

“I’m ready to fuck” I told her.

She stopped, went over to the night stand and pulled out a Trojan. She started to open it and then said, “Nah, this ain’t gonna work.” She went back to the night stand and pulled out a Magnum. I love a girl that’s prepared.

She did that trick that only the skilled courtesans can do. She put the condom in her mouth and went down on Bart, sliding the condom on as she went down to my balls. I love that shit.

With me fully covered, she climbed on top, put Bart in and tried to ride him. She thought she was a Boss too. Got all up on her feet and stuff, squatting on the dick, trying to ride him. Takes a special girl to handle 9 inches. But she tried it boo. Kudos. I was too big tho. Then she got back down on her knees and tried to ride me. Then tried to grind it. But she couldn’t find her rhythm. Old Bart was too much. “Let me get on top,” I told her, putting her out of her misery. “Yes please do,” she said.

We got into the missionary position and I could still feel all over her saliva on my balls and ass I mounted up and went to work. I was hard as rock and I commenced to mercilessly beating the kitty up. That yellow, brown skin had me going. And this chick was beautiful. She wasn’t as wett as I would have liked, but that kitty was good nonetheless. Or was it that I was so into her? Whatever the reason I was loving it. I was about to cum when she said, “Umm uh. Let’s change up.”

I raised up and she got up, turned around and got in position for some canine love. I slid in Bartholomew and started pounding that kitty from the back. She got wet and started really getting into it. I slapped that fat little ass she had while I tried to find her Gspot. I grabbed her waist and pulled her to me every time I went inside, maximizing the affect. She was saying something up there by the headboard, but her face was buried in the pillow and voice was muffled. I was having more fun than I’d had in awhile. But I couldn’t hang. I came and the pussy was so good by that point I kept stroking while I was coming, long after I had cum, thoroughly milking Bart before I stopped. When I was done, I pulled back, condom full as hell.

“You done?” she asked, looking back. She sounded a little dry actually. I told her yes I was and laid down on the bed. Lynx jumped up and went to the bathroom. She closed the door and I heard the shower turn on. I laid there and enjoyed the mist and haze of a good nutt.

Lynx came out the bathroom with a small towel and climbed onto the bed. She pulled off the condom and wiped me. She went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and then came back and laid on the bed beside me. We talked a bit, mostly me trying to get to know her. She was sweet and genuine. This chick could totally be my SB in another life, if not this one. I asked for a massage and she said, “Of course.”

I turned over as she reached over on the night stand and grabbed some lotion. Damn this girl is ready. While she rubbed me down, I asked what her race was but she never quite answered. I asked several other questions and about all I could get out of her was she had two kids. “Where?” I asked. Her body was so tight I couldn’t’ see it. And she didn’t have a stretch mark on her tummy anywhere. “Yes, “ she smiled. I have two kids.”

We kept on talking for a bit longer while she massaged me. Then I got up and went to bathroom and cleaned up myself. When I came out the bathroom she asked, “You getting dressed?” I told her I was. “You got another one left in you?” she asked.

“Uh, I think so.” I smiled. I didn’t think I had one but since she asked. I was liking this girl now. Definitely could be a regular client. But as I would find out later she had ulterior motives. :) I laid on the bed and said, “Give me a little head.”

She sucked and licked Bart back to attention. He wasn’t at full salute, but hard enough to make an impression. I was doubtful as she slid on the condom again. We got back into missionary position and I entered. Looking down at this beauty queen made me wish I was firing on all cylinders but Bart was thoroughly drained. I started pounding again, searching for a good rhythm but it just wasn’t there for me.

Lynx pulled me closer to her and started kissing on my chest, neck and tongue kissing me. That got me hot again. Got me harder. I was hard enough to get see another nut in my future perhaps. Lynx wrapped the creamy thighs around my waist as she kissed on me. We went from fucking to making love as the passion built genuinely this time around. Where the passion was coming from I had no idea but we were connecting on a different level. Everything was blur at that point. You know how it is when you’re having a good time. I just remembered looking down at her and her eyes opening suddenly. “Fuck!” she yelled. “I’m coming. I’m coming.” And I certainly did as I was told, punishing the kitty for even daring to get wett for me a second time. And came she did. Her head arched back in the pillow as she squeezed me with her legs and stuck her nails in my back. No sooner had it begun than did it end. She totally went limp after that.

I stopped and raised up. I could tell she had tapped out. I love making escorts cum. There are some that don’t like to. Or they don’t allow themselves to enjoy it too much. One told me once that if she comes she can’t really see more guys later. I don’t get it really. Just like sugarbabies, courtesans have their own rules.

“Thanks,” she said. With that she got out of the bed and started getting dressed. I’m on the bed like

“Oh,” she said, putting on her panties. “Did you want to finish too?”

Ya think?

What the fuck is going on these days? Everybody all selfish and what not. Getting the roles of SB and escort all mixed up.

All that shit I was talking and I looked down at Bart and he was done. Whatever little passion he had was gone. She’d have work a lot more magic to get him back up and even then I don’t know if I would have been able to finish. “No,” I told her even though I was tripping on her putting me back to work for her enjoyment. Either my dick’s better than I thought or we got the roles of trick mixed up.

We both cleaned up again and started getting dressed. I told her I was serious about wanting to take her out. See her again. She said she was serious about going. “Its nice to have chemistry,” she said and added “Make a connection.”

We said our goodbyes. I haven’t been back to see her since. I did text her once but our schedules didn’t line up. Firecracker’s been keeping me busy. Plus now there’s Moscato too. Two SBs is taking a toll on me physically.

Damn, after writing this I need to go back and hit up Lynx. Kind of horny thinking about her.

#daddy's journal #sugar tales

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racingtoaredlight · 3 years

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PRS vs. Gibson

Gibson is a historic, iconic, legendary brand that’s more responsible for shaping the face of western music for the latter half of the 20th Century than any other company than Fender. In a lot of ways Fender and Gibson couldn’t be more opposite...Fender’s are designed to be easily maintained and repaired while being able to literally be lit on fire and still make music on, Gibson’s are brittle and clunky. Fender’s are light and slice through a mix, Gibson’s are heavy and plow through a mix. Fender has had patches of brilliant, forward thinking leadership while Gibson’s C-Suite has been a running comedy of errors since Ted McCarty left (to work with PRS).

I’m not going to compare Fender to PRS because it doesn’t make sense. While PRS’ are considered to be “Fender/Gibson hybrids,” really the only hybrid aspect of Fender you see is the whammy bar and this really bad imitation of the “Fender sounds” via coil splitting the humbuckers. Listen, I’m not shitting all over Gibson’s here...while they have their flaws, there’s a reason that the Les Paul and ES-335 and dozens of other models have been used continuously since they were released. We’ll get to that.

PRS is a close cousin of Gibson more than anything else. And there’s a lot under the hood that you might not notice that represents a significant improvement in design over Gibson’s iconic instruments. Despite everything I’m about to write though, Gibson has the ultimate trump card.

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HEADSTOCK ANGLE

Headstock angle? Really?

Gibson has known about the above fault FOREVER. Strings need to have a proper break angle after the nut...in order to tune properly, resonate clearly and essentially make good sounding notes come out. You can see in the image above how Gibson headstocks are angled backwards (at a 17* angle), so that every string has the proper break when feeding into the tuning pegs.

That idea makes perfect sense. If you don’t have a neck that’s designed to create that proper break angle, you need to do what Fender did, and add an ugly piece of metal right in the middle of your headstock...

Here’s the problem though...if your headstock is angled at an extreme 17*, it’s very suceptible to break. Gibson headstocks are so legendary for breaking like in that image above, there’s a common saying “not everyone is meant to own a Gibson.”

Oh, and there’s a solution for this that’s been known forever too. It’s called a scarf joint, where you take two pieces of wood cut at that 17* angle and glue them together. But then cork sniffers complain about not having “one-piece necks.” Why not make the headstock angle less severe? Because cork sniffers only buy guitars “to vintage spec.”

It’s ridiculous and Gibson is going to die on this hill. PRS headstocks have a 10* angle. Same sonic benefits, same break angle, same construction method...and in all my years in guitar forums, I have never seen a PRS headstock break like the hundreds of examples of a Gibson.

And that’s not the only headstock issue either...

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STRING ANGLE

Another thing that seems insignificant...but it’s fucking huge. Mega important.

PRS’ headstocks are designed for the strings to feed straight from the nut to the tuner. One straight line. You can obviously see on the Gibson headstock, the strings shoot off in different directions after they hit the nut (lol). In theory...old, outdated theory...it doesn’t matter what the string does before the bridge and after the nut, as long as it’s secure.

Which is ridiculous. Here’s the thing, man...what good is music if it’s not in tune? Nothing. It’s garbage and sounds like shit, even if you can’t immediately tell why. What good is a guitar if a string breaks mid-song? Not much of one, unless you know how to deal with it.

These two variables are legitimate things you have to think about if you play in a working band and choose to use a Gibson. The D and G strings (strings 3 and 4) go out of tune frequently, no matter how perfectly set up your guitar is. You gotta be ready to tune at a moment’s notice...and even be able to re-tune mid-song when you notice one of those strings slipped.

The A and B strings (strings 2 and 5) go out less frequently, but when I play Allman Brothers’ “Ramblin’ Man” and I’m at the end where there’s those beautiful harmonies...if both the B and G strings slip, those harmonies are completely ruined. What good is a great sounding guitar if it’s not in tune?

Now, I’m not saying the Gibson goes out of tune when you play 3 notes or something...but compared to a PRS? The PRS and it’s straight-pull headstock alone are designed not to go out of tune...and that’s before we mention that he uses locking tuners, which secure the string completely (where the strings on GIbson tuners can occasionally slip, another flaw).

Less stress on the strings, better tuning...that shit lets you focus on playing music instead of fussing with an instrument.

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ERGONOMICS AND WEIGHT

On the bottom picture, you can see what’s called a “belly cut.” Another thing that might sound ridiculous, but think about how these things are used...

The belly cut was revolutionary when it came out in 1954 on the Fender Stratocaster. Guitars before this...even Leo Fender’s own designs...were on what’s obviously called “slab bodies.” Look at the top pic of the Les Paul, and it’s pretty obvious why it’s called a slab. There’s no contours or anything to fit against a guitarist’s body or where they rest their arm. When this came out...

...oh man, guitarists fucking LOVED it. You can see the belly cut here, where it just melts against your body...and you can also see the contour where you’d rest your arm. Why is this important?

When you’re playing a show or recording, you’re moving around, playing with energy for multiple hours, and when a giant slab of wood is digging into your ribs and forearm over and over, it fucking sucks straight up. When the Strat was released in 1954, the comfort of playing it was as big of a draw as how beautiful it sounded. Hell, look what Jeff Beck did to his famous 1951 Esquire.

He just said “fuck it” and did it himself.

A comfortable guitar to play for hours, is a guitar that you will play for hours. Gibson will never adopt this because of the cork sniffers, even though it’s been the number one complaint about a Les Paul since it’s inception in 1952.

Playing a Les Paul is a labor of love. You have to LOVE playing a Les Paul to make it your main guitar because it’s wrecked so many backs and shoulders over the years, that you know this going in. Imagine playing a gig...two 90 minute sets or something...Les Paul’s typically weigh between 9-12 pounds.

Keep in mind that 9-12 pounds is digging into your shoulder, ribs and elbow for three hours...and because it’s just a slab of wood with no contours, it’s swinging around and moving, making it all more of a pain in the ass. A Telecaster doesn’t have contours, but they’re the lightest guitars out there at 6-7 pounds.

PRS made this a non-issue. Their guitars are rarely over 8.5 lbs., they’re ergonomic and designed to fit comfortably against the guitarist’s body and be played for hours. They don’t swing around, move on the strap, are perfectly balanced...

You have to a fight a Gibson, pretty much no matter what model it is...PRS’ are so balanced and comfortable, you sometimes forget it’s there.

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GIBSON’S TRUMP CARD

To sum up the advantages in design I detailed above...PRS guitars are more stable, more resonant and less likely to have the headstock pop off completely after a very minor fall compared to Gibson. That headstock thing is almost the perfect definition of an Achilles’ Heel.

So why do people still play Gibson’s?

A bunch of intangible reasons that don’t mean much unless you have an instrument in your hands. But these things are the most critical aspects of what an instrument is supposed to do, because if a headstock snaps, making that instrument worthless...just pick up another one!

The most Les Paul-like PRS is the McCarty 594 (named after the former Gibson honcho mentioned above)...but why doesn’t it sound like a Les Paul? Why is it clearly “lesser” sounding when it has almost the same body thickness, pickups, electronics, scale length...all that shit? I honestly don’t know.

But it is. I call the Les Paul the heavyweight champion of the world, because it is unbelievably thick, rich, meaty and huge sounding, almost to an overwhelming degree. That serves a very, very useful purpose with any type of music featuring overdriven amps...so basically anything from blues to the heaviest of metal. And the McCarty comes close in sound...close, but not the heavyweight champion of the world.

The other Gibson design that’s on the Mount Rushmore of guitars is the ES-335...which isn’t as thick and meaty as a Les Paul, but due to the hollow wings, has this wonderful bloom and sparkle. You can feel the hollow instrument vibrating against your body, and it occupies this sonic middle-ground that other semi-hollow and Gibson-styled guitars have never fully captured.

I know it sounds like a cop-out, after all that, to just say “yea well Gibson’s are better sounding, and that’s all that matters,” but that’s the case in my opinion. Also, there’s something psychologically to fighting with your guitar...keeps your mind active in the moment, instead of letting your thoughts drift because it seems like a guitar plays itself. For all the ergonomic advantages of the Strat, while it’s comfortable, you gotta fight it to get it sounding its best. That’s not the case for a PRS.

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PRS’ TRUMP CARD

PRS’ sound damn good, OK? We’re talking splitting hairs here in the sonic differences between, say, a Les Paul and McCarty 594. It’s just the Gibson’s have that certain something extra I can’t define, that’s all...

Fighting guitars is fun when you’re feeling it and it’s a great gig that you’re fired up about...but if it’s some shitty bar gig you regret taking on, 45 minutes away, in front of thirty people that aren’t paying attention, do you really want to have a 10 pound boat anchor digging into your shoulder and ribs all night? Not really.

PRS guitars sound more than good enough to get the job done. No-playing guitar nerds care about specs and stupid things that don’t mean a goddamned thing like “accuracy,” pros care about reliability and durability, the audience cares about NONE of this shit.

Why is that Gibson headstock thing a big deal and not a big deal at the same time? All the audience cares about is if they like what they hear...it’s binary. If they pay attention, it’s good. If they don’t, it’s bad. If something like the drummer knocking a Gibson over and breaking the headstock can keep you from playing, that’s a big deal. If you borrow another guitar, the audience won’t even know it’s borrowed, because...again...they do not care about any of this.

Plus there’s the value proposition. PRS isn’t compared to Gibson’s USA issues...where $3,800 vs. $2,500 for a McCarty vs. a Les Paul seems like PRS’ are ungodly expensive. Given the standard of quality, however...the comparison is to Gibson’s Custom Shop lines, where that $3,800 McCarty is now up against a peer Historic Gibson that will cost you anywhere from $5,500 up to $8,500.

Much different value proposition there.

*for the record, I consider Gibson’s current USA line to be the best value in new high-end guitars.

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CONCLUSION

I do tho, so fuck you.

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newagesispage · 4 years

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Check out the We are One Global film fest on youtube from May 29-June 7. We will be able to experience movies from Cannes, Sundance, Tribeca and Venice for free!! Yahoo!!

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May 10 will bring us The Feeding America comedy Fest. So far the stars on board are Eddie Murphy, Adam Sandler, Tiffany Haddish, Chris Rock, Louie Anderson, JB Smoove, Brad Garrett, Jon Lovitz, Tim Meadows, Keegan-Michael Key, George Lopez and Sarah Silverman, just to mention a few.

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Jim Carrey will release his Memoirs and Misinformation on May 5.

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If you need honest medical info, take a look at Quackwatch: A guide to quackery, health fraud and intelligent decisions.

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Current times are a magnification of a problem that has been brewing for quite some time. The kiss ass, the indifferent, the greedy who don’t miss a trick are todays fortunate sons.** If half of this country didn’t want the other half to have a fighting chance we wouldn’t be in this situation right now. The Federal government should have all of our best interests at heart. I will never understand why so many of the’ have not’ voters love supporting the’ haves ‘that love to fuck over the little guy.

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SAVE THE USPS!!

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I guess we know how this country would be prepared to react to bioterrorism.

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SNL is working from home like so many but with Tom Hanks, Brad Pitt, Fred Armisen, Paul Rudd, Miley and Sandler.

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George Gray, announcer for the Price is Right is recovering after a week of 3 heart attacks.

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Marijuana use is at an all -time high. Alcohol use is up 40%.

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What is up with Georgia Governor Brian Kemp who seemed so surprised at the virus months after everybody else seemed to know the facts? This is what happens if we only listen to Trump and Fox news.** He is so ready to open up the state early. ** A Georgia citizen said it best: Kemp mandates restaurants open, whether I reopen dining rooms or not. I file for business interruption insurance, it does not go through since I am “allowed” to operate full capacity. My landlord can demand all their money since I am allowed to fully operate. Furloughed staff that is collecting unemployment insurance have to come back to work or I have to let them go. Their unemployment insurance then goes on my tab. If things blow up again they are still on my tab, not on the state since they are no longer employed. This is about screwing the working class.** A dog has now been diagnosed with the virus as well as some cats.

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UFO footage has been declassified by the pentagon. Wow, anything to distract! ** This whole Scary Clown 45 mess often seems like a big government experiment. Just how much will we put up with? How stupid or complacent are we??

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The President’s council on reopening America has a message for our country: Die you fucking slaves. Die Die Die. We’re rich and you’re not and we’ll be even richer after the mass burials are over. Sucks to be you.

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The Federal government does not have absolute power. Why do “big government” haters suddenly want the Feds to run their lives??** Some checks were delayed because Trump wanted his name on them?** The Huffington Post has reported that $180,000 a year of Trump campaign money is given to his son’s significant others.

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The Carter’s have asked donors to the Carter Center to instead give those donations to local organizations in need.** A great charity is RIP medical debt which puts $100 to every dollar you donate to wipe out medical debt.

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Need some nature sounds in your life? Visit NPS.gov/sounds

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It looks like Macgruber may become an 8 episode series according to Will Forte.

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It is sort of reassuring to see that the late night hosts who mostly hover around my age, are no better at technology than I am.** BTW, Billy Eichner is such a great guest from home.. more please!** I see that one of the 8G band on Late Night has a big pic of Mick’s face behind him at home. I also see that same pic everyday above my desk. A kindred spirit.

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Linda McMahon, wife of WWE chair, announced the18.5 million Trump super PAC in Florida. Governor DeSantis now calls WWE essential. Many of the wrestlers were fired so the bottom line looks good.

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Being willfully stupid is not part of the Christian tradition.- John Meecham

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Some fast food workers went on strike. This is a good time to do it. Risking your lives for minimum wage is hardly worth it.

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Threadgill’s, the Austin bar that helped launch Janis Joplin is closing down.

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Is this true? 150 members of the Saudi royal family tested positive for covid-19.** Did Trump play down the virus because he owes millions to China’s state owned banks or was it to try to get dirt on Biden?

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I am not sure what has happened to the American workplace. So many strides were made in the mid 20th century but a lot of that seems to have fallen away. I see so many employers leaving it to employees to provide supplies before they even get the job. Teachers sometimes buy things for the classrooms. Some employees must buy their own cell phones for video conferences or even punching in and out. Some nursing home employees bring in their own cough drops or snacks for residents. How much $ do the people at the top need?? No sick pay? Work or starve!

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Everyone staying at home proves how badly we need a better high speed internet system in the U.S.

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Porn hub has been giving free porn.** The My Pillow guy is praising Trump as he donates 50,000 masks.

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All these Trump worshipping MAGA shills, they’re willing to die for the dumbest, flounciest fancy lad in history. –Patton Oswalt.

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So we don’t want to give Government help to immigrants who pay taxes, we do want to help cruise lines who avoid taxes by registering as foreign companies. Got it! ???

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The Neo confederate hate group, ‘league of the south’ is moving ahead with its annual conference in June.** Trump is getting ready to open the country with a coalition of his republican Governors and companies (some of whom seemed surprised). ** How did we get here? If our Pres is incapable of reading simple memos, he is incompetent. ** Scary Clown is trying to speed up the Wall as we are dropping like flies.

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This can’t be true. Federal agents are confiscating masks and supplies in hospitals, presumably for ICE agents??** Was Scary Clown 45 trying to force congress out of session so that he could skate some recess appointments by?** Rules have been weakened as to the release of mercury and various toxins from oil and coal power plants.** Dr. Oz and Dr. Phil do not seem to concerned about the virus.** Trump circled back around to the heat and light thing as a cure because he could not get over the shit he got for telling us that spring’s warm weather would take care of everything, right?

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Chicago businessman Gene Staples has purchased Indiana Beach amusement park and will open in July if he is able.

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Nascar will be back this month with new races but without the live audience.

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Catch Ashes to Ash: The disappearance of Robert Bee on Youtube.

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As everyone is sick with respiratory problems and the pollution has ebbed a bit, scary clown 45 has to roll back some of our rules that protect clean air. Auto emissions are rolled back to 1.5%. He has to be loving the fact that we can’t all gather and protest. Hmmm?? Perhaps it is a conspiracy.. but his.** Oh but the disbelievers did gather in Michigan with dolls in nooses and confederate flags. Why do they think that the medical experts are telling them this for partisan reasons or just for their own kicks? They have our safety in mind. Use your fucking heads. How can this country get stupider as time goes on? ** Why can’t they just cover Covid treatment? Medical debt is gonna skyrocket.** I don’t like big government either but in times of crises and health care, we need it to work properly. ** But when the powers that be tell us that animals can’t get it and then a tiger gets it or that masks don’t protect you and then they suddenly do, it makes us all skeptical. Way to confuse us fuckers!! Even with the ignorant and the panicked, just tell us the truth and the average person will be with ya!!** It was snowing in April? Where was this warmer weather that was going to kill the virus?

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You just knew that Trump and his cronies had money on the line when it came to hydroxychloroquine. ** Scary Clown 45 has removed the very man who was set to oversee the $ 2 trillion stimulus. The good ol boys can’t wait to get their hands on that money while people are dying. ** Trump delayed checks that are not direct deposit because he wants his name on them.** People had trouble getting thru when applying for unemployment. Canada gave out the benefits and then checked the details.** States and companies are very confused. Jared claims he is in charge, Pence is supposed to be in charge and FEMA claims they are the final word. Trump seems to thrive on chaos. The states bidding, stocks up and down and Doctors disagreeing are right up his alley. He probably does hate being stuck at the WH.

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People will forgive you for not being the leader you should be, they will never forgive you for not being the leader you claim to be.

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Why should it be surprising that poor communities are being hit so hard? The poor, the minorities do so much of the cleaning, the cooking and delivering that still has to be done. When people are not sheltering in place because they are needed or they need that paycheck, of course they are getting infected since they are still out there. Add to that, little or no health care and poor diets from food deserts etc. and there you go.

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White House press secretary Stephanie Grisham is out after 9 months. Kayleigh Mcenany is in.** Vaccine chief Rick Bright is reassigned. He recently wanted to put hydroxychloroquine to some rigorous tests. He has been vocal about the administration.

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Lights Out is leaving Comedy Central and looking for another place to air.

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Can’t wait to see Mrs. America about the women who shaped our past.

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I rarely pay attention to advertising but I love that Chantix turkey. I hate the fact that he had a smoking problem, though.

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Every prisoner in every prison, especially the non -violent and the elderly should be reviewed. There needs to be more room made for white collar crimes that hurt so many more of us.

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Word is that Kim Jung un is brain dead.

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Rumble media has released Planet of the Humans from Jeff Gibbs on Youtube . The film will run free for 30 days and sort of explodes the myth of our ‘green’ heroes.

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Common, Woody Harrelson and Shinola watch co. have created a cannabis leak motif watch and the proceeds will go to criminal justice reform.

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Navy Captain Crozier was fired for telling the truth and looking after his crew. ** The U.S.S. Comfort isn’t taking Covid patients??

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Good bye Schitt’s Creek. We sure will miss ya!!

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Franklin Graham was asking volunteers for his field hospital in NY to sign a ‘statement of faith.’ It stated that they, “believe in God’s plan for human sexuality within the context of marriage between a man and a woman and that those that stray from those beliefs face eternal damnation and eternal judgement in Hell.”**

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Jon Cryer has a new book out: So that happened.

We can see now what would happen if all the humans were dead. The mountain goats have come down the hill and taken over a town in Wales. The Pandas are finally mating in Hong Kong now that they have some privacy.

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Bernie is out after 4 long conversations with Obama and tells us that he will concentrate on the pandemic. Looks like we are stuck with Biden. At least Biden is talking about lowering Medicare to 60. It’s not enough but at least it’s a start.** Who will the female VP pick be, Klobuchar, Witmer, Abrams??

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Netflix along with Steve Carell and Greg Daniel will bring us Space Force on May 29 with Lisa Kudrow and John Malkovich.

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In Sweden, all land is for public use. Imagine!!

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ICP cancelled their Juggalo fest.

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Perhaps home schooling will become more popular. Perhaps with the pollution dropping, humans will get the message that we have really fucked ourselves in this world. Less cars people!!** The Twitter CEO donated a billion. That made the other top $ people look like schmucks.

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Kleenex Cottonelle is donating a million rolls and a million bucks. Share A Square!!

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Fight Island??

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Tiger King.. who cares.. Crip Camp is the one to watch. A Secret Love is also great. This is the world that we should build from the ashes of Covid-19.** Stop trying to get me to watch Tiger King. –Bill Maher

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We are in a recession.** I don’t understand when I see so many “devout” people show no respect for religions other than their own.

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Tom Pelphrey on Ozark this season just blew me away!! He has to be the one to watch at the Emmy’s.

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On a personal note: Hey Aunt Ritski, I will never forget that you saved a couple of people from drowning when you were a lifeguard. I will never forget one of your favorite tales, that you wanted to be Miss Kitty when you were 5 years old and got a little drunk trying. I will never forget the times that you drove thru the ditches, your Cooter Brown stories or the way that you often left all the change on the bar when we were out. How could anyone forget the weddings, the bullet you had to live with the rest of your life and the love you had for your siblings. We will miss you forever because all of the lives you touched would have been a whole lot different without you in it. What the fuck would we have talked about if not for the saga of you? I can think of nobody who would disagree with that. Your family loves you baby. Go in Peace and serenity.

R.I.P. Adam Schlesinger, Ellis Marsalis Jr., Mort Drucker, Lorena Boreja, Janet Alexander, Patricia Bosworth, Bucky Pizzarelli, Logan Wiliams, Maeve Williams, Wallace Roney, Joe Diffie, Andrew Jack, Alan Merrill, John Prine, Thomas L. Miller, tornado victims, Charlotte Figi, David Driscoll, Hal Willner, Patricia Bosworth, Ann Sullivan, Brooke Taylor, the Canadian shooting victims, Matt Seligman, Barney Ales, Bootsy Barnes, Bruce Meyers,Roger Beatty, the tornado victims, Tim Brooke- Taylor, Jorge Camara, Andrew J. Fenady, Brian Dennehy, Don Reed Herring, Henry Graff, Allen Daviou, Tom Lester, Bill Withers and Rita Hale.

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Azax Raika and Kiratai Ejinn

General:

How long will they last? - Hopefully forever!

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - I don’t know about Kiratai, but it took some while for Azax. It happened when they had their first ride on the tandem chocobo together.

How was their first kiss? - Slightly awkward at first but it got really passionate and heated soon.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - To be honest, they do give me the vibe that none of them really proposed but they much rather talked about getting married and simply decided to together. Though for the sake of tradition, Azax would most likely ask Kiratai.

Who is the best man/men? - It better be Kiratai’s monkey.

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - /

Who did the most planning? - They planned it together.

Who stressed the most? - Azax. He was a mess.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Anyone who was not friend or family.

Sex:

Who is on top? - Kiratai tops more often but he won’t get a piece of fine ass without a fight. A playful fight, obviouosly. Though they are still Au Ra and they can be quite rough, even when only fooling around.

Who is the one to instigate things? - Azax. He is very needy.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Long. Very, very long.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - They try to, at least.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - Zero.

How many children will they adopt? - They have not thought about this topic yet but Azax would definitely say no to more than two.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Kiratai. Azax is not very good at anything that has to do with children to be honest.

Who is the stricter parent? - Kiratai. Azax sucks at setting up rules.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Kiratai, again.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Azax. He is always hungry himself so he‘d never forget about lunches. Ever.

Who is the more loved parent? - Kiratai. Azax is more of the Cool Dad(TM) who you can have lots of fun with, but he is less emotional than Kiratai around children. Not that he loves them any less, though.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - Azax. Because Kiratai makes him to.

Who cried the most at graduation? - They both don’t cry too much but in the end they both shed a tear or two.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Azax, because he is a bad role model.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Kiratai. Azax burns everything.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Azax can be a picky eater, especially when it comes to fish and vegetables. There are only very few kinds of fish he likes and getting him to eat any vegetable takes a lot of cogency. Kiratai is not so picky.

Who does the grocery shopping? - Azax, but Kiratai writes the list.

How often do they bake desserts? - Rarely.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Azax loves meat and could eat only that. Kiratai tries to be more healthy and eat salad as well. Also, he tries to get Azax to eat healthy too but he does not always succeed.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Kiratai.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Azax. He can’t cook but he does know which restaurants have good food. Probably because he does not cook and he needs to eat when his boyfriend is away.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Azax. He set scrambled eggs on fire.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Azax, because he also is the one to make the biggest mess.

Who is really against chores? - Azax. He hates doing chores but he does them for Kiratai.

Who cleans up after the pets? - Kiratai. Just like children, Azax is not too good with animals. Not that he treats them badly. He is simply lacks responsibility.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Azax. Kiratai beat him with a shoe once because of that.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Kiratai. Azax does not see a problem in an untidy room.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Kiratai, and he was very confused.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - They both like taking long baths so they can take hours. Especially when they take baths together.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - They both do.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - It is one of the very few things Azax actually enjoys doing when it comes to any form of “chores” and he will make Kiratai help him. They will decorate for every holiday.

What are their goals for the relationship? - To keep it the way it is.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - They both do when they have the time. And even when they are awake, they will be cuddled up and laze around. Like lizards in the sun.

Who plays the most pranks? - Kiratai, because sometimes he is a little shit.

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