#i never get to draw him in casual clothes He doesnt even need them + its probably making him overheat more but.he doesnt care

[superbellsubways]

hatewatch

[ryoko-akari]

Screw it headcanons I have for Owen Carvour based on my own experiences as a Lefty because it's my turn on the "project onto your hyperfixation" talking stick.

He hates round doorknobs. I'm sure he probably doesn't have nearly the same hellish experiences I do with them but they still are the least effective type of doorknob, especially for lefties because of the weird way you have to turn your hand to open them. (Seriously, I've been stuck standing infront of doors with them for 5 minutes at some occasions because they don't have clear indicators of how far you need to turn them and it's very awkward to do with your left hand. Why do they exist. Stop making them.)

I really like the headcanons that Owen isn't religious, and I'd like to add onto this. Being left handed was very stigmatized against prior to the 70s, and this was especially the case within the Church, even today. A lot of naturally born lefties I know are ambidextrous or right handed today because of family ties to the church when they were younger that forced that on them. I was told by some of the caretakers when I was about 7 that I'd "never go to heaven because I was a left handed spawn of the devil." I can see Owen being raised religious and leaving it in his adulthood and it's why he's able to use his right hand fairly well on spy missions (and subsequently DMA), or attempting to outright refuse going because of this sort of normalized treatment and stigma.

Owen absolutely has a favorite brand of ballpoint pen because it's ink dries quickly so it doesnt smudge and get all over his hand and clothes when he writes. And he absolutely carries around multiple of these pens everywhere he goes and only uses them. You might think "oh its so people can't take fingerprints or something from the pen" but no its cause he doesn't like how smeared ink looks because it feels unprofessional. After Curt figured it out I feel like he'd probably carry around a box of it in his own go bag incase Owen's ever ran out but insisted it was because he liked the grip or something. (it was such a rarity he completely forgot he had them. Guess what he finds 4 years later among his things when he decides to get back into being a spy again.)

Continuing the headcanon that Owen draws and has his own sketchbook, and at a glance it's not difficult for Curt to tell among casual clothes which ones are his and which ones are Owen's, because Owen's have a bit of a shiny sheen to the left wrist sleeve from all the graphite and charcoal that gets absorbed into it. Owen hates it because of how difficult it is to get those stains out and Curt finds it funny when he fusses about it.

Owen hates it when people point out he's left handed, even in jest. Not only because hes a spy and does not need the added attention, but because it makes him feel like a zoo animal for people to gawk at, or some strange oddity on display. The only exception to this is if it's a kid pointing this out, especially if the child is Lefty too and excited about not being the only one. He won't outwardly show it, but he melts inside because he didn't get a lot of those interactions growing up either (if at all) and if it helps a kid feel a bit more normal then so be it.

There's probably more I'll add onto this but for now have these hehe.

[hostilemuppet]

So the first piece of art of yours that I saw was the comic where two of Bruce’s kids came out has trans to him and Branch tells him he’s a good dad and Bruce said he wishes their parents were supportive of him.

After that I came upon the one where JD decides to pierce his ear. And ends up with a date with a trucker.

And after that it was your first Floyd/Creek comics where Creek thinks he’s tricking Floyd but Floyd his aware and using him to get expensive stuff!!! It was between those three that I started following you.

While your style has changed since those little comics, I’ve always found your art amazing!!! And funny!!!

I keep coming back for more art and comics. I don’t read most of the asks you get so what ever happens on chapter 14 will probably be a complete surprise for me.

I do have a few questions from those first comics, have you ever considered drawing Bruce before he came out has trans? Maybe a little comic flashback of him coming out to his family? Also why was Branch so surprised? Didn’t he know Bruce was trans? And or was he… wait is Branch a he or a she? I forgot to ask before I didn’t understand in the story, if Branch came out has a boy or a girl. What I was going to say was Branch surprised that he wasn’t the only trans in the family?

As for the JD comic, have you ever considered drawing that date JD had with the trucker troll?

Also I think I once saw a Spotify playlist for Fleek with a cover of Floyd eating sushi from Creek’s back? Did I imagine that? Cause I can’t find that art on either of your twitter accounts.

Speaking of Creek’s back, what does he’s tramp stamp look like?

first of all tysm! thats very kind of you 😊 ill go through em point by point:

1- the comic where branch finds out bruce is trans wasnt related to the tdau at all, it was based on actual canon, so that version of branch wasnt intended to be a trans he/him butch he was just a cis dude. branch didnt know bruce was trans bc he wasnt even a year old at the point of the breakup and bruce had been living solely as a man for years, maybe as young as 13? (he wouldve just decided "can you call me a he? and grandma can you start buying me boy clothes at pop troll walmart?" i dont think he wouldve had the resources available to know what transgender even meant at that point) and never ended up telling branch before the breakup bc... well hes like 6 months old. and he doesnt need to know anything about "spruce"s body. and over the years bruce just kinda forgot that branch didnt know, which is why he mentioned it so casually

2- i did actually draw the troll jd had a date with! his name is clyde (although i think calling him clyde S.D. ale would be cute. like clydesdale, and also ale like the alcohol). this art is old atp so maybe ill give him a fresher coat of paint, just like im planning for jds manic pixie dream rock troll girlfriends who hate him

3- i. yes. yes i did draw floyd eating sushi off creeks back and ass before 😭 based off a very good screenshot from captain laserhawk with rayman eating sushi off a cow woman. i drew it twice in fact, with the second being a redraw. here are both of them

i considered redrawing it a third time bc i massively overhauled how i drew trolls but i think if i keep doing it itll stop being funny

4- creeks (NON CANON) tramp stamp, i think would be ocean themed with seashells and waves. maybe ill design creeks tramp stamp today, but again its NOT CANON its not actually a thing in the tdau. unless alex wants it to be

[ryuijsakamoto]

I just would like to take a moment to talk about my fave headcanons i have for all the characters

Akira:

he is the most OVER DRAMATIC bitch on this earth

he definitely did theatre at some point in his life

after his arrest he sometimes gets really nervous and has trouble conveying his words. he stumbles over them and cant convey his point well

ann and haru like to braid his hair sometimes

when he was younger he faked not being able to see so he could get glasses, it didnt work tho

so hence now he wears fashion glasses

he had braces in middle school

there is One(1) picture of middle school akira. One

he 1000000000% believes in ghosts and has since he was a child

aliens though? not real.

takes lots of selfies when he moves back and sends them to his friends often

biggest flirt but if u flirt back with him he. Dies cannot talk his face is fully red and hes hiding behind his hands

takes every opportunity to visit his friends 

claims hes not a sap but futuba swears she saw him crying over a handwritten thank you card from ‘’that one arcade kid names the kind or smth’’

Ryuji:

when he was a kid he has a fluffy mess of hair similar to akiras and it was the cutest thing ever

he needs reading glasses but no one knows because hes embarrassed by them

he likes to doodle on papers, hes not an artist but he likes to make dorky quick drawings in the corner of his paper

he has trouble focuing sometimes and likes to tap his foot silently or draw lines on paper to help him focus

calls yusuke and akira pretty boy by habit, it started as teasing but then it just became a Habit

he keeps every gift his friends give him and therye very dear to him

he has akira help him dye his hair

when one of his friends is gone / in danger he doesnt dye his hair again until he knows theyre safe

his mom sewed his purple jacket for him herself

he likes to cook and bake

he hold his bros..bro come cuddle me...he very affectionate with his friends and casually touches like hugs, hands over shoulders, etc.

sings to himself when hes alone

Ann:

she has a pretty popular instagram account

she has really bad handwriting

like ryuji, very affectionate 

she loves beanies and wears them especially in the snow

likes to make pointless arguments with ryuji sometimes, stuff like is water wet?

likes to curl her hair over breaks, thinks it looks cute

she loves to watch sappy romance and drama shows / movies

she stress eats

hates when people attack her friends on her instagram 

she has pet fish 

she picked up gardening from haru, its only a small plants and she forgets to water it sometimes but shes trying her best

Yusuke:

he is secretly a sucker for cutely decorated sweets

he had a small anime phase, not that he told madarame, but he has a box full of his old anime drawings and he will Never show them to anyone

he, like ryuji, sometimes drawes in the corners of his papers

unlike ryuji his are more detailed n not as dorky, its usually a detailed flower pattern or something of the sorts

he straightens and dyes his hair

his room? full of art pieces and posters u cannot see his original walls

he always has his phone on dnd and forgets to check it for days sometimes

he has 5 pairs of the same shirt, each one for a different occasions (they all look the same though...we dont ask why)

when he gets too worried over his art and stuff usually his friends will drag him out of his room and make him go eat with them

his friends pictures in his phones are hand-drawn little sketches he did

when hes concentrating really hard he puts his bangs into a ponytail so they dont fall in his face

so clumsy. he trips over everything

Makoto:

got through school before highschool without having to study

is not good with change

loves cute plushies and clothes

is Tired please give her a break

when Sae notices shes overexerting herself she makes sure to leave some of makotos favorite food and a small note for makoto on her bed

she just loves her sister very much

actually really likes spicy foods

u mention around her youre having trouble in school? not getting enough rest? forgot your lunch? Mom Mode Makoto activated

when shes alone she can curse up a storm

likes to play poker

is really good at talking to people and keeping up frienships

after highschool she is always busy u wanna hangout? she has 2 available days for the next 5 months

Futuba:

she has braces. she despises them

a very picky eater

sometimes she falls back into her old habits of hiding and isolating herself, when that happens shes learned to text someone and they sit outside her door and talk to her untill shes feeling better

cries easily, especially over characters and shows

has a phantom thieves fan account

when morgana and akira move away she gets a cat plushy because she misses her friends

shows everyone so many fun online things, discord? they have s discord gc because of her

akira has to remind her to drink water and fix her posture too much

wants to cosplay

shes really nervous for her first day of school but joker texts her all throughout the day even if he got in trouble for it

surprisingly a morning person

Haru:

she Runs on caffeine

likes to spoil her friends, yusuke spent all his money again? heres enough to get home and also buy a 3 course meal 

works at a plant shop even though she doesnt really need to because she loves being around plants

plays piano and cello

touch starved pls hug her PLEASE

likes to fish

cutest laugh please protect her

also dabbled in acting, though hers was more classical stuff like shakespear

she loves golf and swimming

knows how to fight and will do so if needed

she bullet journals

Akechi (in general + if he got to stay with the pt):

actually doesnt have a strong opinion on pancakes, just was really feeling like eating pancakes that day when he overheard morgana

he loves the praise he gets but the spotlight is exhausting

shido told him long hair didnt look good on him once so now he refuses to cut it out of spite

loves to watch gordan ramsey, thinks its hilarious

Bottles up his emotions like crazy

actually really caring towards his friends, always checking up on them and making sure theyre taking care of themselves

loves shit talking his dad, esp with ryuji haru and yusuke who join him and shit talk their own father figures

he wears colored contacts

writes poetry, no one knows this though

cannot back down from a bet, tell him that he wont eat that spoonful of wasabi? hes choking it down with tears but at least he proved you wrong

kinda very incredibly petty

a big fan of mythology, he looked into it after getting his loki persona

loves movie dates with the phantom theives

[sexvimpulse]

Augustine: [Takes her out for the first time and they walk to the base of the Eiffel Tower after dinner] Is this your first time visiting the tower? [Eyes her in disbelief because she’s been in Paris for a while] Hm? [Turns his head as someone calls his name] Oh, bonsoir.. enchanté. [Shakes the hand of the fans and poses for a picture]

Akira: [Looks around her surroundings, completely in awe of the beauty around her as it’s so different compared to her homeland] Hai. La Boîte is the only place that I’ve seen. [Grins as she gazes up at the tower, ignoring the memory of how she came here. She snaps out of her trance as she turns around to see people approaching him. She looks at the scene in confusion, eyeing him in surprise before hollowing her cheeks as a particular girl is all over him]

Augustine: [He entertains them for a moment because it was his fault for coming to such a crowded place] Yes thank you so much. I’ve been so fortunate at the books receptions.. [Catches her eye as a young woman clings to him] If you’ll excuse me I really have to go.

Akira: [Finally realizes that he’s very well known as more people try to swarm him. She stares at him possessively as he gives attention to the girl, making her break their gaze as she gives the girl a cold gaze] Augustine-san. Shall we go? [Walks up to him, cutting herself between him and the young woman as she takes his hand. She fakes a smile at the girl, but jealousy is running through her] All of those people.. they all knew you?

Augustine: Oui. [Murmurs as he takes her hand. He waves at the people to show he’s done before they walk away] They didn’t know me personally, no.. just my work. [Feels embarrassed by the attention] I’m surprised they knew who I was.

Akira: [Doesnt bother looking back at the people as she softens up and smiles from the look on his features] I never realized that you were famous, Augustine-san. [Feels intrigued as she meets his eyes] That one girl was very interested in you. [Hollows her cheeks] If I wasn’t here would you be interested in her, too? [Asks in a casual tone, keep a level voice as she wonders if he has sex with his admirers]

Augustine: Famous. [Repeats the word and laughs] I’m not a celebrity. [Shakes his head] Which one? [Blinks as he thinks back] Oh the clinger.. [Chews on the inside of his cheek] Maybe. [Shrugs] She’s not really my type. [Shakes his head] But I never saw myself taking a geisha either. [Chuckles] So who is to say?

Akira: [Is slightly relieved as he can’t seem to think back on who she was referring to, but as he answers her features grow cold as she purses her lips] Maybe? [Raises a brow as her jealousy becomes more intense. She lets go of his hand as she stops and gives him a look] Should I go back to La Boîte so that you can mount her the way that she wanted to do to you? [Places a sarcastic little smile on her lips, but her eyes are intense and dark]

Augustine: [Frowns as she lets go of his hand] Akira.. [Pauses as she speaks her words, his brows arching] Stop. [Sighs as her jealousy and possessiveness show through— he’s usually turned on by it but this seems over the top] I was only be honest. I didn’t say I wanted to fuck her. [Murmurs] You trapped me.

Akira: [Draws in a deep breath before realizing her actions as he says that she trapped him] Gomen nasai, Augustine-san. [Lowers her head as she avoids looking at him] I shouldn’t have asked. It’s not my business what you do or who you engage with. [Speaks in a polite tone]

Augustine: [Shakes his head] It’s not. [Licks his lips as he tilts up her chin] But there’s no need to be so jealous. [Gazes at her] I’m yours and you’re mine. [Bites his lip] Right?

Akira: [Doesn’t meet his eyes as he lifts her chin up to him. She takes in another breath, exhaling slowly before looking up at him] Hai, I’m your geisha. [Softens for him as the jealousy starts to fade, but doesn’t claim him as hers] Forgive me, Augustine-san.. I didn’t realize that you were well known.. [Plays with the end of her hair, a mannerism for when she doesn’t feel like her usual self—lost in a bit of culture shock]

Augustine: [Frowns as he hears her words, nodding as she doesn’t acknowledge them as being more. He sticks his hands in his pockets, his mood souring as this isn’t what he expected when taking her out] I’m going to take you back now. [Murmurs as they reach his car. He opens the door for her before getting in and driving silently]

Akira: [Purses her lips as she notices the shift in his mood. She nods her head as she follows him, feeling disappointed] Are you upset with me, Augustine-san? [Breaks the silence as she finds it unbearable, not wanting to ruin it even more]

Augustine: [Clenches his jaw as he drives. He hollows his cheeks] Of course I’m upset. [Glares through the windshield] You’re so fucking jealous like I’m your favorite toy and yet you can’t even claim that we belong to each other. [Scoffs]

Akira: [Stares at him darkly as his anger is enough for her to taste it in the air. She furrows her brows as she doesn’t want to explain why but has no choice to] You are my Danna. [Chest rises and falls as she feels frustrated with herself] I want you to only be /mine/. [Hollows her cheeks] But I realize.. you have a life outside of La Boîte, Augustine-san. [Tries to conceal her insecurity and possessive nature as best as she can this time] I can’t be jealous the way that I was earlier..

Augustine: I /am/ only yours. [Growls in frustration] Yes and that’s why I wanted to take you out of there. To make you part of my life in all aspects. [Keeps his eyes forward as he grips the steering wheel, feeling like he’s talking to a wall] Whatever, Akira. [Shakes his head, feeling stupid for catching feelings for her when she can’t even grasp how he feels about her] I don’t know what to tell you. [Pulls up to the front and the valet asks if he’s going to be staying the night]

Akira: [Trembles as he growls his passionate words at her before realizing that his feelings for her are genuine] “Whatever?” Whatever, what? I don’t understand. [She glares as he blows her off, knowing it was deserved but doesn’t appreciate it. She feels her heart sink as they approach La Boîte before hearing the valet] Hai, he is going to stay the night. [Answers for him as she gives him a look. She leans into his ear, gripping his inner thigh] You /are/ mine and I /am/ yours. [Pulls back as she doesn’t want him to go] Don’t leave me tonight, Danna.

Augustine: I w- [His eyes dart to her as he hears her. He swallows as she speaks into his ear] Fine. [Steps out of the car, grabbing his overnight bag from the trunk, and follows her inside. As they make it to her room, he lets himself in and places his bag on the floor] Did you mean what you said? [Crosses his arms as he looks at her]

Akira: [Feels relieved as he doesn’t reject her. She follows him to her room before looking up at him] About you being mine? [Steps out of her heels as she saunters to him, trying to fight back a smile as she sees his muscled arms being crossed] I meant it. [Admits quietly] I don’t want to see you with anyone else.. and I don’t want you to belong to anyone else. [Hollows her cheeks as she leaves space between them, letting him tower over her] I misbehaved tonight.. [Bites her lower lip as she gazes up at him]

Augustine: Mhm. [Blinks as he hears her, his eyes turning dark as she steps close to him] Right. And you will be punished accordingly. [Strokes his jaw] Why do I get the feeling that this is what you wanted to begin with? [Snatches her little face in his large hand] You wanted ton Professeur Danna to teach you a lesson, oui?

Akira: Punished in what way? [Feigns innocence as he she feels a desperate need to be owned by him] Mnghhh! [Whimpers as he grabs her face roughly, her breathing picking up as she holds his wrist. She feels her pussy aching as he plays into a fantasy of hers that she’s never told him of] Hai, teach me a lesson Professeur Danna. [Runs her hands down his hard chest] I want to learn.

Augustine: [Laughs darkly as she’s so eager for him. He lets her go, picking up his bag and moving to sit on her bed] Take off your clothes. [Demands as he unzips the bag to reveal black ropes he bought especially for her]

Akira: [Hears his demanding words, her cunt soaks her panties as he shows a different side to himself] Professeur Danna.. [Whispers hesitantly before she sees the black ropes that he pulls out of his bags] What are you going to do with that? [Asks lowly as she feels excited and conflicted all at once]

Augustine: Take off your clothes. [Repeats himself as he arches a brow and loosens the ropes] Now. [Speaks sternly]

Akira: [Her heart pounds against her chest as his dominant side causes her to submit to him. She doesn’t take her eyes off of his as she looks at him heatedly, pulling each strap off her shoulder before unzipping it from behind] Everything, Professeur? [Moves her hips sensually as she eases out of the tight dress, becoming wetter as he looks at her in such a way]

Augustine: Everything. [Confirms as he gazes at her darkly, watching as she reveals every bit of her flesh to him] Good. [Says lowly as he gets up] I bet you wondered what this was for. [Chuckles as he looks up at the hook fixed to the ceiling] There was a reason I had this room prepared for you. [Tosses the rope up into the hook and takes her into his hands] I'm going to teach you a very valuable lesson today, Akira. [Smiles softly] Patience. [Starts to bind her hands behind her back, towering over her as he runs the robe between her breasts and then down between her legs, pulling so it teases her little clit]

Akira: [Stays silent as she follows his gaze and looks up at the ceiling. She doesn’t understand him and is more confused as he throws the rope] Professeur Danna, what are you doing? [Whines as he suddenly takes her. She looks into his eyes, chest heaving as she sees a darker side to him, something she never really thought he had before] Unghhh.. Danna, don’t.. [Doesnt expect his next move as the rope lays between her tits and then settles right against her clit] Mngh! [Moans sharply, looking at him in shock as the little pull causes her cunt to feel pressure from the rope. She tries to close her legs together as the sensation starts to torment her] No more, Danna..

Augustine: [He works the rope around her body befoe he suddenly pulls, leaving her slightly raised but supported by the rope as comfortbly as he could manage] I thought you wanted me to teach you a lesson, Akira? [Tilts his head as he's now eye level with her] How do you feel? [Pulls up a chair and sits in front of her, level with her spread, aching little pussy] Tsk.. you were so bad today, Akira.. [Pulls her toward him and drags his tongue up against her clit, eyeing her as he does so] Mm.. you're so wet for me..

Akira: Aghhh.. Professeur Danna..! [Gasps as he lifts her up higher, feeling slight discomfort but the foreign position causes her body to feel sensations in places she’s never experienced before. She parts her lips, eyes burning with lust and slight fear as she never expected him to be into shibari. She whines as he toys with her, completely restrained and helpless] I.. It’s too much, Professeur Danna.. [Whimpers as he’s close enough for her to feel his warm breath against her defiled little cunt] I won’t be bad again. /I promise./ [Tries to tell him before her words are cut off with her moans as she feels his tongue slipping between her pussy lips] Danna! Mnghhh.. [Struggles as her body tries to pull away but the position only teases her more. She looks down at him, features twisting into pleasure and torment] I won’t be bad anymore, Danna.. Please.. [Her pussy clenches and her body tenses up, clearly aching to feel more or to find release]

Augustine: It's too late for that, Akira. [Moans at the taste of her, but he stops himself from putting too much pressure as he teases her with the tip of his tongue] You taste so good, baby. [Kisses her inner thighs, loving her creamy flesh] Who do you belong to, Akira? [Looks up at her, loving the way her breasts are squeezed between the rope. He slides his hands gently up her thighs-- almost tickling her before he gently rubs her clit] Is this mine?

Akira: [Toes curl as her eyes roll back and moans fall from her lips. She can’t handle him as his tongue toys with her sensitive clit] /I can’t take it.. Please give me more!/ [Pleads in weakened tone of voice, trying to move against his mouth as much as she can. She bites her lip and tries to get ahold of herself] You.. I belong to you, Professeur Danna.. [An involuntarily smile forms on her lips as she’s beyond sensitive that she can’t control herself as his hand teases her. The smile quickly fades into desperation as he stimulates her clit] Hai! You know it is.. [Looks down as she watches how much he’s loving her in this way. Her clit throbs achingly, almost feeling painful as her entire body pulses with pressure and need] Please.. More.. [Begs softly, feeling the rope leaving deep marks on her skin while her pussy practically drips for his touch]

Augustine: [Wraps his lips around her clit, indulging her a bit as he slowly slides his finger inside her] You’re so wet, Akira.. you must like this lesson.. [Bites his lip] You remember I’m teaching you patience, oui?

Akira: [Her tight little body nearly melts as he finally gives her the relief that she’s been desperate for. She whines as the robe digs into her flesh but is soothe as his tongue pleasures her clit] Hai.. Professeur Danna.. Deeper. [Hates how restrained she is but secretly loves how he owns her this way. She tries to grind against his face, needing more from him before furrowing her brows] Patience? Hai.. I.. I’ve learned my lesson already.. [Tries to explain even though it’s hardly true] Please, let me cum now? Danna, I want to cum for you.

Augustine: [Groans as she’s so desperate for her release] What kind of Professeur would I be if I let you take the easy way out? [Pouts his lips, he pulls away and moves the chair, slowly taking his jacket off] I want to take my time. [Grips her face and let’s his spit drip into her mouth as he still towers over her even while she’s suspended]

Akira: [Closes her eyes, trying not to look defiant or glare at him as she feels so helpless once he pulls away from her] Professeur, please! I’ll behave if you let me have this now. [Continues to beg but slowly becomes frustrated and upset as he denies her again] Mmngh.. [Parts her lips and catches spit on her tongue, swallowing it back before trying to get more from him] No more of this. /I’ll be good./ [Whispers against his mouth before kissing him desperately]

Augustine: [Lets her kiss him roughly, pulling away as her lips are still wrapped around his lower one] I’m not satisfied yet. I don’t think you truly know the meaning of patience. [Bites his lip as he pulls off his sweater, revealing his hard body to her. He leans down and licks her nipple teasingly. His cock is rock hard as she’s at his mercy] Tell me you’re my little geisha whore? [Pouts]

Akira: [Slips her tongue into his mouth as she makes him taste and feel how badly she needs him. She hisses as he pulls away, keeping his lower lip trapped as she sucks on it roughly] Dame, Sensei! [Growls at him as she tries to shift against the rope, trembling as she only makes it worse for herself] I don’t want this lesson anymore. [Sulks as she sees his chiseled body, rendering her weak before she cries out as he makes her more sensitive] Professeur.. [Whimpers as she has to try not to glare at him] I’m your little geisha whore. [Speaks obediently as she tilts her head to feel him against her cheek, desperately craving him as he torments her]

Augustine: [Smiles as she gives him everything he wants. He kisses his way down to her stomach and her hip bones] Mngh.. [Stands up and pulls his belt off before undoing his pants and kicking them off, revealing his throbbing dick] Hm.. [Places his cock beneath her pussy and rubs against her to drive her mad] Fuck.. [Moans as her wetness coats him]

Akira: /I’m desperate for you.. I need you../ [Falls into the belief that he’s finally going to give her what she desperately needs as his kisses causes her flesh to blush from the heat] Unghhh.. don’t stop! I can’t take it! [Cries out before noticing as he removes his clothes and exposes himself. She’s a mess of emotions as her mouth waters for a taste, eyes wild with lust as she aches to have him inside of her] Professeur.. take me.. /Put your hard cock inside of me./ [Digs her nails into the palm of her hands, forming a clenched fist as he becomes so cruel and only teases her] Danna! Please! [Begs weakly, sweat lining her flesh from the pent up frustration. She can hear how wet she is as he slides his cock in between her pussy lips, trying to grind against him for the littlest stimulation]

Augustine: [Sees the tears of desperation in her eyes and the flush of her cheeks and moans from how absolutely soaked she is] Good girl.. I think you know the meaning of patience now, oui? And to listen to your Danna? [Bites his lip before he adjusts his cock and shoves it inside her tight cunt] Ooh.. [His head falls back as he takes her hips and slides her back and forth on his cock] Mngh.. you feel so good when you’re desperate for me.

Akira: [Tears stain her cheeks, unable to hold it back as he completely torments her into full submission] Hai, I’ll listen.. I won’t misbehave, Professeur. [Nods her head weakly, expecting him to toy with her some more until she parts her lips and let’s out strangled little moans as his cock buries itself inside of her without any warning] Mnghhh.. Please no more teasing! I need it to stay in me! [Cant even bring herself to look at him as she tightens her walls, her pussy clingy to his cock as she savors every inch of him, finally satisfied yet still needing more] Unghhh, Danna.. [Eyes brim with tears again as he finally eases her torment. The rope keeps her in place, making her the perfect fuck toy for him, but she doesn’t care as long as he uses her and gives her what she’s so desperate for] /Harder./ Please fuck your geisha whore harder.. [Bounces her ass with him balls deep inside of her, knowing he can see how her pussy plumps up with need]

Augustine: [Takes pure joy in her state. His dick throbs inside her as he relishes in her slick walls wrapping around him] Fuck.. [He thrusts his hips harder and deeper into her, giving her what she wants] Mngh.. you love having me inside you, don’t you, Akira? [Wraps his arms around her and nuzzles her neck as he thrusts up into her. He leaves hungry and aggressive kisses on her flesh]

Akira: [Throws her head back as she hears the loud noises of him pounding into her. Her cunt grips him tightly to make him feel how deeply she needs him] Professeur! [Screams his name through her parted lips, letting the pain and pleasure consume her as his cock savagely rips up her tight pussy] I love it.. it’s all I need..! [Shivers as his heated body presses against her, moaning at every mark that he leaves on her with his mouth. Her cunt starts to pulse quicker as she can barely keep herself together] I need to cum, Danna.. /I’m begging you./ Can your geisha whore cum all over your cock? [Lifts her head, looking back at him as she bites her lip] I don’t want to wait anymore.. [Tears run down her cheeks as she rolls her hips into him and seeks his permission—ignoring the rope that spreads her out more as her pussy slides down every inch of his length]

Augustine: [his heart pounds as she brings him so much pleasure, knowing she’s never been fucked like this before] Mngh.. oui, baby.. cum for me. [Keeps up his pace so she can reach her orgasm, loving how she’s completely his]

Akira: [Submits herself to every ruthless thrust as he fucks her in a way that causes her to feel different sensations] Professeur..! Mnghhh! [Grips him tightly with her pussy as he pumps his cock in and out of her until he reaches her core and finally breaks] /Oh my god!/ [The rope around her pussy torments her more as she squirms from her violent release, suddenly squirting all over his dick as her body trembles for him]

Augustine: [Groans as she drenches his cock with her cum, he holds her to steady her, not stopping as he reaches his own and buries himself deep inside of her] Mngh.. fuck. [Sweat clings to his body as he grips her face and kisses her, pulling his cock out and watching their sex drip out of her onto the floor] Hm.. what a good girl you are. [Purrs as he slowly lowers her and undoes the knots, looking at the bruises on her body as he lays her down on the bed]

Akira: [Tears ruin her cheeks as he uses her body for his own release. She squeezes tightly around his dick despite how weak and overly sensitive she feels, needing to feel his warmth coating her walls] Ughhh.. Professeur.. give all of it to me.. [Kisses him hungrily, devouring his lips before gasping as he pulls out. She shivers as their cum oozes out over pussy, seeing it on the floor. She smiles weakly as he appears very pleased with her] Mm.. Professeur.. [Whimpers softly as she feels more relief once he removes the ropes and dress her. She’s quiet for a moment, still hungover from the mind-numbing experience]

Augustine: [Crawls onto the bed with her and pulls her against him] How do you feel? [Laughs softly as he kisses her head]

Akira: [Whines as he takes her into his arms before laying on his chest as she tries to calm herself] Mmm.. Like a used little geisha whore. [Smiles coyly before looking up at him] How do know about shibari..? I.. I’ve never seen this side of you.

Augustine: I’ve practiced shibari for a very long time now. [Murmurs as he runs her back to soothe her] Does it displease you?

Akira: [Gazes at him deeply as she becomes even more attracted to him than she already is] Not at all. [Admits lowly] It was my first time doing that.. [Looks at him heatedly before she pulls back to look at her flesh, admiring the marks on her] I didn’t expect this from you. [Rubs his chest and plays with the little hairs] How did it feel for you to do this to me?

Augustine: I had a feeling it was. [Bites his lip, loving that he took her virginity in a sense] Oh? What did you expect from me? [Swallows] it felt absolutely amazing. [Nuzzles her neck] I’ve tried it with others.. it never felt quite right.

Akira: [Smiles coyly as she kisses his hard pecs] Mmm.. What do they call it? Vanilla? [Laughs softly as she teases him] I didn’t expect you to be so.. dominant. [Her pussy clenches as she says the term, loving how he owned her moments ago. She listens and feels a fleeting burst of jealousy] Does it feel right with me, Danna? [Licks his neck before sucking on it]

Augustine: Oui.. it feels better than right. [Moans as she sucks at his neck] Mm.. mine. [Bites his lip as he gazes at her] Would you want to do something like that again?

Akira: [Her flesh feels hotter as he speaks his possessive words] Yours. [Stares at him deeply as she runs her fingers through his hair. She grins coyly as he asks his question before feigning a little pout] Are you going to be nicer? [Pretends as if she didn’t like how cruel he was]

Augustine: [Bites his lip as she acts coy with him] You didn’t like it? You were sopping wet.. [Teases as he holds her chin before running his thumb over her full lips]

Akira: [Shows a rare blush before glaring teasingly. She aches for him as she kisses his thumb before sucking on it slowly] You were so cruel to me, Danna. [Traces his abs with her fingertips as she leans in to kiss the middle of his abs] Did you like being cruel to me? Your cock was so hard for your misbehaved geisha. [Whispers as she feels utterly insatiable]

Augustine: [Groans as she sucks on his thumb, his cock twitching] I liked it a lot.. I like being in control. [Moans as he feels her touch and kisses] You drive me fucking crazy, you know?

Akira: [Gently bites his abs before teasing his happy trail with her fingertips] Mmm. You do the same to me, Danna. [Pulls him closer, forcing him into a deep sensual kiss] Don’t ever do that to anyone else. I want to be the only one that you do that to. [Hollows her cheeks as she won’t take “no” for an answer]

Augustine: [Shivers as she kisses him like that] Oui. I don’t want it with anyone else. [Pouts as he cups her face] And you have to promise me that you won’t take any other clients anymore.

Akira: [Feels deeply satisfied as he gives her an answer she wants to hear. She nibbles on his pout before sucking on it so that it becomes plump] Hmm? [Gazes at him as she thinks of her debt, but doesn’t want to lose him to another escort again] I promise.. but the House might be upset with me, Danna.

Augustine: You weren’t even taking clients before me. [Frowns] They’re making more money off of me than with your performances alone.

Akira: [Traces the bridge of his nose with her fingertips before kissing him as he frowns] I’ll tell my handler that I won’t take any more clients. [Nuzzles his neck, knowing she’ll get into some trouble because of the interest she gained] I think someone booked me for tomorrow night. It’s only tier one. I won’t be able to cancel that.

Augustine: [Pulls away from her] What?! [Hisses as he sits up] I’m paying to have you exclusively. [Hisses as he reaches for his phone to call her handler]

Akira: Augustine-san.. [His possessive side surprises her as he seems deeply upset. She sits up and rubs his back to calm him] I don’t know how it happened. [Frowns] It’s okay, Danna.. If it’s only tier one nothing is going to happen.

Augustine: [Clenches his jaw as she tries to calm him but he ignores her words as he talks to her handler] What the fuck? You think I’m fucking stupid? [Snarls] I know what I’m paying for. And it’s not sharing Akira like she’s some common whore. [Hisses] Fix it or I go to Toussaint and have you fucking fired. [Hangs up]

Akira: [Relishes in the sight of him so possessive over her. She hides her smile behind him, feeling aroused as he shows this side] Danna.. enough now. [Wraps her arms around him from behind, placing her chin on his shoulder as she nuzzles his neck] /Calm down./ [Coos] I’m sure it was an accident..

Augustine: [Clenches his jaw as his broad chest rises and falls. He softens as he can feel her soft breasts against his back] I’m not paying for accidents. [Murmurs as he turns his head to peek at her over his shoulder]

Akira: [Meets his eyes, hiding her smile behind his shoulder. She strikes his chest to keep him calm while leaning in to brush the tip of her nose against his] Mmm. You’re so possessive, Danna. [Purrs as she kisses his shoulder] What would you have done if there was no other choice, hm?

Augustine: [Shakes his head] I don’t know. [Murmurs as he sighs] Something crazy.

Akira: [Kisses him again before gazing at him deeply] I am yours, Danna. No one else will have me. /I promise you that./ [Speaks passionately as she tries not to think about how the house owns her]

Augustine: [Returns her kiss and closes his eyes] I’m going to get you out of here. [Speaks against her lips] I promise you that.. [Kisses her forehead]

Akira: [Melts for his words, trusting him but not wanting to get her hopes up] And once I’m free.. will you still keep me, Danna? [Speaks lowly as she closes her eyes, taking in his sweet kiss]

Augustine: Of course.. If you’d still want to be with me.. [Eyes her] I can’t help but worry that you’ll forget about me once you have your freedom..

Akira: [Becomes still as she furrows her brows and looks at him with her deep eyes] Danna, I told you that I’m yours. [Lifts up his arm as she moves underneath it and swiftly straddles and faces him] I.. don’t even think I can stay here once I’m free. [Hollows her cheeks while a part of her wonders how he will be once she’s no longer in La Boîte]

Augustine: [Is silent as she speaks, wrapping his arms around her as she straddles him] I’ll get you what you need. [Looks up at her] We can even stay in Japan until it’s sorted out. [Rubs her back] I’m not going to lose you.

Akira: [Scratches under his chin as she admires his handsome face before he causes her to fall for him even more as he speaks his words] You’d be willing to do that, Augustine-san? [Shows a more vulnerable side as she cups his face and kisses him with a slow burning passion]

Augustine: Of course. [Says without hesitation] J’aime le Japon. The food, the nature. So lovely. [Cups her face] It’ll be a vacation while we get your French papers sorted. [Murmurs as he rubs her back. He melts into her kiss, tasting her] I’m crazy about you.

Akira: [Holds him tightly before placing her hands over his chest as if to feel his honesty] My Danna.. [She searches his eyes, willing to trust him as even if she ends up hurt] Will you always be crazy for me? [Kisses his throat as she can’t get enough of him] You’re never going to belong to anyone else, Danna. /I hope you know that./

Augustine: Always. [Runs his hands all over her body] No? [Smiles as he teases her] This isn’t temporary?

Akira: [Moans into his ear as she feels his hands roaming her flesh. Her heart rate picks up as he says that single word to her] Good. [Purrs before he questions her. She scowls, knowing that he’s only teasing her] What do you mean no? You can’t say no. [Growls playfully] For me it isn’t. [Only speaks for herself while trying to ignore her own insecurity]

Augustine: [Chuckles at her reaction] I’ll only belong to you. [Brushes his lips against hers] Forever. [Kisses her sweetly]

Akira: [Feels deeply besotted with him as he makes her express a rare blush from his he brushes his lips over hers] Augustine.. [Murmurs softly, her heart racing for him before pressing her lips to his to meet his kiss] Don’t break your promise. /I want you forever./ [Embraces him lovingly, kissing every square inch of his skin to show how enamored she is]

[lostinaseaoffictionalbliss]

His Girl

Summary: You try to enjoy a nice quiet drink, but it doesnt go to plan. Luckily Bronn shows up to make your night better

Pairing: Bronn x reader

Warnings: smut, vag penetration, fingering

While working for the Lannisters had its perks it wasn't always the most luxurious. You just thanked the gods that you worked for the youngest and not the Queen Regent or her father. The Queen could be cruel and capricious and Tywin was just an awful man to be around. Tyrion on the other hand was quite enjoyable. He was kind, paid you very well, and could make you laugh. That's the kind of man you enjoyed working for. However having to make sure he was always safe and listening to rumors all the time became tedious.

That is why you were sitting in the tavern drinking a cold one alone. It was what you enjoyed doing after a long day's work. You looked around at the other patrons laughing and singing with a smile on your face. This was the kind of atmosphere you enjoyed; happy people without a care in the world. You looked in your mug noticing it was almost empty and let out an 'hmm' sound. Turning back toward the bar you noticed Beatrix wasn't busy and called her over. "Hey, Y/N you need another?" she asked. "Yeah, B if you don't mind," you replied.

She gave you a nod and headed to get you a new mug. You were a regular allowing you to become good friends with Beatrix. It also made the other patrons learn quickly who you were and therefore didn't bother you. While you were okay with idle chit chat you didn't fancy the idea of some drunken moron trying to get in your trousers. "Here ya go," Beatrix said sitting your mug in front of you. "Thanks, B. You're a doll," you told her.

You heard the sit next to you as it scrapped against the floor causing you too look up. When you did you saw it was a man you didn't know. He had scooted the chair closer to you eliciting a frown. "Can I help you?" you asked in a gruff tone. He leered at you making your frown deepen. "You-hiccup-most definitely can. Come to my room with me," he said. You rolled your eyes and scooted your stool away from him. Not taking the hint he scooted closer to you once again. "Come on doll what do you say?" he asked giving you a nasty smile.

"I am not nearly drunk enough for this," you said before turning toward him. Giving him your most deadly smile you said, "Listen pal I ain't interested." Once again he didn't take the hint scooting even closer to you. "Don't be that way we could have so much fun," he slurred. You let out a snarl and turned toward him again. "You need to back the fuck off me before I punch you," you growled out. Why he couldn't figure out that bothering you was a bad idea you weren't sure, but he couldn't seem to get it.

You scooted your stool away one more time and looked to Beatrix for help. The two of you were friends and the last thing you wanted to do is draw blood in her establishment. "Leave, Y/N alone or leave here," she told him. He just huffed at her turning back toward you. His hand came down on your shoulder to turn you back toward him and before you could hit him someone else did.

The drunk fell of the stool hitting the floor hard. You turned to see who had hit him, spotting Bronn. A chuckle left you as you shook your head. The two of you had grown close working for Tyrion, but you never expected him to come to your rescue. "Touch my girl again and I'll fucking kill ya," he said. His girl? You liked the sound of that. Once the drunk got his bearings he high-tailed it out of there. Bronn looked to you with that cocky grin of his.

"Your girl huh?" you asked cheekily. "Aye and you fucking know it," he replied. You took a swig of your ale and offered the stool beside you. He took it and ordered an ale of his own. "So what brings you here? I'm not used to you being here," you questioned. He took a long drink from his mug before answering. "A certain someone told me you would be here," he said. You bite your lip drawing his attention there.

You noticed the way his eyes danced between your lips and your eyes and stopped biting your lip. "Well I'll have to thank him for sending you," I replied. He nodded his head with a smile. The two of you shared a few more drinks and casual conversation. After the third mug you decided to ask him the real reason he had come to the tavern. "Now why don't you tell me the reason you came and not just the reason you knew where I was," you said.

He sat there not saying a word for a moment causing you to grow nervous. "Is it not obvious, Y/N?" he asked. You thought back on all the times the two of you had been together. The subtle touches the glares toward other men, the flirty glances and realized you did know why he was there. You once again bit your lip thinking of what to say. Bronn's gaze zeros in on your lips and he lets out a groan. "Stop biting that fucking lip," he told you.

You released your lip and looked at him curiously. "Does me biting my lip bother you?" you asked. He closed his eyes and let out another groan. "Makes me want to bite it," he replied. With a seductive grin you leaned toward him and said, "Then why don't you?" That was all it took for him to stand up, making his stool fall over, and crash his lips upon yours nipping your lower lip. You grabbed the front of his tunic pulling him close drinking in the smell and taste that was all Bronn.

He smelled like ale, sword oil, and something else you couldn't place. The combination was enough to make your head spin. "Take it upstairs," Beatrix teased causing the two of you to pull apart. You smirked over at her sending her a wink before dragging Bronn toward the room you sometimes stayed in when you drank too much. Her laughter followed you up the stairs, but you couldn't care less as your mind was on Bronn and Bronn alone.

Reaching the room you pushed him toward the bed and shut the door behind you. You watched as he began shedding his clothes enjoying every new inch of skin you saw. When he almost had his trousers off you decided you should remove your own clothes. Giving him a smoldering look you removed your clothing as slowly as possible never letting your eyes leave his. You watched as his eyes grew darker his pupils blown wide with lust almost devouring his iris.

The sexual tension in the air was so tangible you could taste it. Once all your clothing was gone Bronn pounced on you like a wolf on a deer. Your kiss was searing as his hands roamed your body leaving tingles wherever they went. He wasn't the first man to touch you, but he was the first to make you feel alive and he hadn't even done anything yet. One of his hands grabbed your outer thigh on your right leg hitching it over his hip.

 He rocked his hips against yours causing you to gently pull his hair and grown. When he went to reach for your other hip you needed no prompting and jumped wrapping your legs tightly around him. Without breaking your kiss he walked toward the bed laying you down. When his lips left yours they blazed a trail down your jaw, neck and collarbone landing at your right breast. He lazily ran his tongue around your nipple not taking touching it.

You tugged his hair and whimpered. "Stop teasing," you whined. With a chuckle he complied finally taking your nipple in his mouth gently sucking and licking before grazing with his teeth. While he was doing this he brought one hand up to roll your other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You bucked your hips as your body desired more. Letting your nipple go with a wet pop he peppered kisses toward your other breast. Once there he began to lavish it with the same treatment.

Your breath was now coming out in pants and you squirmed beneath his treatment. His left hand softly caressed your side, hip, and outer thigh. When his fingers reached your sex he ran them up and down your slick folds. "Already wet for me sweetheart," he said giving you his cocky grin. You bucked your hips once again causing him to pin you down. "Patience, Y/N. You have to be patient," he told you running his fingers up and down your folds again.

When he finally pressed them forward finding your swollen clit you let out a sigh of relief. Bronn rubbed his fingers up and down coating them in your slick before sliding two of them in. He began slowly pumping his fingers as his thumb lightly pressed your clit drawing small circles. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back enjoying the slow build. "Hmm that feels so good," you moaned out feeling your lower stomach tighten.

Bronn brought his lips back to your neck lightly biting and sucking. "Tell me how much you like it," he said. His words sent a shockwave of pleasure through you. "I like it so much," you replied. Your words spurred him on causing him to press on your clit a little harder and pump his fingers a little faster. The coil in the pit of your stomach wound itself tighter and you didn't know how much more you could take. "Please, Bronn. I need it," you whimpered. "Tell me what ya need sweetheart, and I'll give it to you," he replied.

 A throaty moan tore itself from you as your mouth grew dry from your heavy breathing. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, while you felt your soul could combust at any given moment. "I need to cum," you finally said your voice no more than a whisper. He began to curl his fingers hitting your sweet spot while his thumb moved faster against your clit. It didn't take long for the dam to burst causing warmth to wash over you and stars to burst behind your eyes. Once your body stopped quivering he removed his fingers from you and lined his cock up with your entrance.

Like everything else he done his thrusts were slow and languid. It was as if he had dreamed of this a long time and now that it was coming true he wanted to draw it out as long as possible. You wrapped your arms around him pulling him down into a passionate kiss. He licked your lower lip asking for entrance to which you readily granted. His tongue wove its way inside your mouth mapping it out.

You once again drank him in like he was a cold drink of ale and you had been in the desert for a week. He pulled his tongue back and nipped your lower lip. This caused you to moan and buck your hips. Bronn let out a groan of his own burying his face in your neck. "Seven hells sweetheart you feel better than I imagined," he told you. You grinned at his words and wove your fingers into his hair while your other hand gripped his bicep tight. You enjoyed feeling his muscles flex as he moved his body with yours.

Wrapping your legs around his waist you pushed your heels into his ass. Bronn took the hint you were giving, speeding up his thrusts. The new speed had your head reeling as the coil in your stomach began to tighten once again. Never before had a man made you cum before sex and rarely did you cum during and yet here Bronn was about to make you cum a second time. You weren't sure what to think. He gripped your hips as he rocked his body into yours pushing you both closer to the edge. "Fuck, Bronn. I'm gonna cum," you told him.

"Cum for me, Y/N. Fuck. I wanna feel ya sweetheart," he groaned picking up his speed. You tightened the grip you had on his arm as well as tugged his hair. You threw your head back with a wanton moan feeling your walls clench around him as warmth once again washed over you. Feeling you come undone around him was enough to send him over the edge. With a few more thrusts Bronn coated your walls with his warm seed sending one more shockwave of pleasure through you.

He stayed in you until his cock went soft. Then he pulled out to lie beside you on the bed pulling you to rest upon his chest. Bronn's arm wrapped around you as he lazily moved his finger tips up and down your spine. "I do believe I like being your girl," you told him with a cheeky grin. He looked down at you with a grin of his own. It was the first time you saw him with something other than a cocky smirk. "Aye I know I like it," he replied pressing a kiss to the top of your head. And for the rest of the night he showed you just how much he enjoyed it.

[pwnyta]

Nobody ASKED for any of my shitty Pokemon character doodles... BUT IM IN A MOOD.

SO yall have to deal with it.

This is under a read more so dont come at me about it being annoyingly long. Blame Dumblr. Theres a SHIT TON OF DOODLES UNDER THE CUT.

First off I wanted to give Holly a whole classroom of friends... it wasnt GONNA be an all girls school... but I kept crankin of little girly Mons....

I dont actually have a shiny Darumaka or Eevee... but theyre two of my favorite shinies...

I drew these four after so theyre a bit different in style. Shiny Swirlex has the same excuse as the other two shinies... I just love the shiny colors

They also needed a teacher so I repurposed one of my older characters because I thought itd be funny to have a swan teacher... cuz swans are so scary but they care for their babies well.

Darla and Delilah can be bothered with threats because theyre safe with Mr Shandra.

Mikhail only takes classes that are small enough to fit under his wingspan so he can keep them all safe. And Eva and Tiffany learn from the best and just get pissed off like their teacher.

((Hes more bark than bite though... hes not a great fighter and a double weakness to Electric? Garbo. But he puts up a convincing enough front.))

And because he was a swan I gave him a life mate. The only other being that gets any softness from him.

He was an ex pirate.

Mikhail has no interest in criminals!!! So the captain gave up the pirate life and married a very short tempered bird and gained a lot of weight...because I wanted him chubby.

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‘’Spider’’, Esi, and dear ol Dad. Despite Reds best efforts to keep Esi out of Osborns hands he still ended up an immensely shady bastard but at least hes not as broken as ‘’Spider’’.

I didnt finish their moms because I couldnt settle on a design for Spiders mum....

Now Spider works for Caedere his beloved boss who would never ever lie to him ever. (Hint: Spiders nature is ‘naive’)

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I tried revamping Ray and Hebanon...  but Ray still gay as hell for his boy.

I bullied Sparky a little. He’ll probably be fine even if Rays got a Mega evo. Its the name of the game Ray... hes supposed to knock his opponent out... you cant get pissed when ever Hebanon gets fucked up in battle.

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Did I post these? Am I ever gonna finish these character sheets? No. And look I forgot the most pressing detail of Zippos and thats his fuckin Arbok mark on his back. IM A FOOL.

Kreetan and his mum and dad.

So many little comic things I’ll never finish because theres too many and instead of just stopping and finishing something I keep adding to my unfinished doodles instead. This is why I dont take requests or anything.

I time where Leif and Cyndy actually grow up?

THEY ALL HAVE CAT EARS.

Zippo is curious.

.....AS A CAT.

Polly is here too!! And shes ready to punch someone RIGHT IN THE NOODLE.

I also thought itd be nice to draw out some other Chars of Zippo and Crizs generation.

Theyre.. as you may have guessed are not finished yet.

Clem is a timid lad, Mira... not so much. Very brave

Addy is a modest princess type

Jubilee is a sassy lass.

And Criz. A sweet bashful boy whos never done anything wrong and certainly will not die because no one would be cruel enough to let that happen.

((EYES EMOJI))

Babby Clem, Addy, and Jubilee.

WHO’RE THESE ASSHOLES?!

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Updated Mistletoe. One spooky righteous(in his own mind) lad.

She only looks stoic to start... but shes quite the weirdo.

She just got here and shes ready to go home. What a mood.

Now for some less polished individuals....

Meh meh meh lookit me IM OMI. Im gonna put three of the exact same Pokemon in the same group so Pwnyta has to suffer tryna come up with different designs.

...But I do like them. I imagine that they remain Ekans because they wont need the mark of their tribe so no one will no where they come from. So spooky.

I was torn between the codename ‘Sundown‘ and ‘Daybreak‘ for Crobat.

By day hes a wholesome trustworthy priest... by night he tortures people for a shady shady bug man. He’ll determine if youre truly innocent.

Doc has to deal with all these fuckin weirdos... he just wants to be a doctor... BUT AT WHAT COST DOC?!

This is a sequel to the doodle comic I was makin in a previous post... Kop and Doc develop an interesting friendship (In Kops mind. Its more a ‘stalker with a crush’ situation) But hey if Kops not being paid then hes got no reason to hurt Doc.

...Docs a fun character to bully because hes so smarmy and small.

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AND NOW FOR SOME SCIENCE BITCHES.

A man of few words and an intense curiosity with mortal beings and his own existence.

A spooky lad who doesnt quite mean to torment his subordinates... its just his Pressure.

Id imagine his form changes are a bit like Iron Man in IW when hes fighting Thanos.

I drew some more science bitches...

Some casual clothes for the original three stooges.

Shes deaf Franz! She cant hear you.

Ya know IDK if itd be ‘canon‘ that they all met as kids... I just thought itd be cute. Little psychic babies all doofin off together... the most troublesome one being asleep 90% of the time due to being an Abra.... and narcoleptic. Abra sleep so much naturally... Geller sleeps even MORE... thats why hes so incredibly smart even for an Alakazam.

I had a whole little redo sketch comic idea of Mewtwo breakin loose and fuckin shit up.... (its never been finished)

Franz tries to put him to sleep. (it doesnt work. He needs Emanuel and Nola to save him and he gets his arm broken for bein such a cheeky lad.)

Mewtwo doesnt have too much of a problem with Geller due to his soft spot for kids and pure desire for knowledge... but if hes gonna protect the other assholes then PERISH.

Dont worry though big boss Deo wont let his subordinates die let alone the second smartest after him... and saves them all pretty easy. A sharp tentacle arm through the chest will stop even Mewtwo.

Some booboos happen tho...

But hes fine eventually and finds his ex wife home watchin the kids.

Shes promptly expelled.

Geller also goes back for Dilla and steals him. Lifes too short not to adopt an ancient fossil baby.

Emanuel isnt delighted... but he doesnt have the heart to call the authorities on a man who risked his life to save him.

Fossil Mons come in two types-- Resurrected fossils which have the skin color of the primary coloring of their Pokemon form so they can be solid black or blue or red or w/e... Ancestors of ancient Pokemon have normal skin tones.

And another comic sketch idea... where Geller and Roswell are gifted with some fancy new Mega stones... Ros? Not too keen on the idea hes seen what can happen to a bitch when they Mega Evo... he aint got time for that. Geller goes HARD for SCIENCE.

Ros: Geller I know your a spoon guy but stick a fork in that bastard cuz hes done. COOKED. If he thinks im riskin my ass for his bullshit. Lets go tell him off together (im scared to go without you...)

Geller: We experiment on living things all the time for the sake of scientific progress.... are we really too good to be subject to our own studies?

Ros: YES. ABSOLUTELY.

After seeing Geller use his without hesitation, putting his body through a world of hurt for the sake of SCIENCE!!! Ros couldnt pussy out on his boy...

His Mega is just FABULOUS and now he loves it.

--

I was also makin a team with the Pokemon that have the highest stats (non Legends/Psudos/Megas) but I got bored after Blissey. She has a Togekiss wife I didnt finish either... Oh well.

Shes a bold lass and prefers double battles with her support wife. She doesnt like using dangerous moves as its in her nature as a Blissey to heal.

---

(I forgot his whiskers... OH WELL)

I wanted to give Flaminio some people who missed him after he got spirited away by his Ghosts.

After he disappeared people looked for him but he was never found and years and years went by and people stopped looking. Even Clove and Ceto had to move on.

Koban is a loyal bitch though and he never let it go. He still wants his friend back. Hes an old boy now... so old people probably call him ‘Nekomata‘ and wonder when his tail is gonna split.

[smuttybronde]

Peppermint Hot Chocolate

Summery: Taehyung doesnt like being teased back. When you get a small revenge he decides to take his teasing further while eating at his favorite restaurant. And it all starts with an order of Peppermint Hot Chocolate.

Warning: Exhibitionism, Minor food play, slight dirty talk

A/N: As soon as I heard that Hot chocolate was Taehyung’s favorite drink I knew I had to involve it in a smut. This is for @bangtan-bookclub ‘s December challenge. Enjoy!

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the sound of Taehyung attempting- and failing- to suppress his laughter. The second thing I noticed was a tickling sensation across my face. Upon opening my eyes I could clearly see Taehyung’s face hovering over mine, his hand gliding a feather across my face, “What the heck.” I asked, voice still raspy with sleep.

Now that I was awake, Taehyung let himself roar with laughter, “I can't believe it actually worked! Your face was priceless!” He said, talking between giggles, “Your face just-“ He scrunched his nose and opened his mouth wide, mocking the look before you’re about to sneeze.

I put my hands on his shoulders, pulling him down so that he was closer to my face. I gave him a flirty look and he closed his eyes beginning to lean in for a kiss. Instead of connecting our lips however, I blew my morning breath into his face. Taehyung flinched, “Yuck! That's gross!” I peppered kisses across his face, making sure to cover every inch with saliva, “Your breath stinkssss!” He whined as he pulled away. He wiped his wet face, cringing. I planted a big kiss on his lips before swinging my legs off the bed and walking to the bathroom.

I shrugged smugly, “Karma’s a bitch.” I picked up a hairbrush and began to tug through the knots in my hair. After most of the tangles were gone I picked up my toothbrush and turned on the sink, putting it under the water. I squeezed out some toothpaste, placed it under running water a second time and then began to brush my teeth, “Heh Tae!” I said through a mouthful of toothpaste.

“Huh?” He yelled.

“Do yu want ta ge brekfes?”

“What?” He asked. I heard the bed creak as he lifted himself off the bed. He poked his head inside the bathroom. I spit out the toothpaste and put the toothbrush under the water, cleaning it. I placed it back in the holder and turned to look at my boyfriend.

“Breakfast?”

“Sounds good.” He replied, walking into the bedroom and beginning to change out of his pajamas, “It's cold today so dress warm.” He warned.

I walked back into the bedroom, sifting through the clothes in my closet before deciding to just wear a sweater dress with some long socks. Taehyung looked over as he pulled his jeans up his legs, “Cute.”

“Thanks, im too lazy to put on pants.” I replied, smiling cheekily and grabbing my purse. I slipped on some ankle boots and looked over at my boyfriend, “Are you ready?” He slipped a shoe on and then another.

“Yup.” He said, making his way towards the door. I followed after him, locking it behind us. We started to walk towards our usual restaurant, holding hands in an attempt to keep them warm.

Once we walked through the door we were almost immediately seated. We had a spot that the employee’s almost always kept open for us. It was a small booth in a corner where there was just enough room for us to sit next to each other. As I slid into the booth I sighed in relief, what would I do without heaters?

The restaurant looked different than last week. The turkeys were replaced by reindeer, fake leaves replaced with fake pine trees and cotton snow. Christmas lights were twinkling behind Taehyung’s head, reflecting off his hair. The waitresses and waiters had tiny elfs sewn onto their green and red aprons.

“What do you want to eat and drink today, guys?” Our waiter asked, smiling kindly. At this point we came so often that Jongsuk practically knew our orders by heart unless we changed for the day.

“French toast and peppermint hot chocolate, please.” I smiled.

“Bacon or sausage today?” The waiter asked.

“Hmmm. Bacon.”

“And you, Taehyung?”

“Two blueberry pancakes and a normal hot chocolate. I’ll have fruit on the side.” He replied happily. Jongsuk nodded, walking away. After he left Taehyung turned to me.

“Peppermint hot chocolate? What's gotten into you?” He gasped, as if ashamed by my actions.

“I needed something new, something exciting.” I answered, acting similarly dramatic. There was a pause before we both burst out into laughter, “You’re an idiot.” I laughed. My boyfriend nodded his head, accepting it.

Soon Jongsuk came back with two steaming cups of hot chocolate in his hands. We thanked him before he rushed to a different table to take more orders. Too impatient to wait, I went ahead and took a sip of the dink, jerking back as it burned my tongue and successfully spilling it on my lap. I hissed, “Ow- fuck!”

“Oh my god!” Taehyung yelped, moving into action immediately, patting my lap with napkins. I got some as well and wiped the drink off my chin. In the midst of cleaning the mug I felt Taehyung slide my dress further up my legs and slip his hands under it.

“Tae!” I gasped, reaching down to pull his hands away.

“It bled through!” He argued, “Your thighs will be sticky!” I let out a sigh, letting him clean my legs as I made sure no one was watching. This would definitely look bad if anyone saw. I bit my lips as his hand moved higher up.

I looked over at my boyfriend and he glanced back, smiling mischievously. I was confused at the look before realizing that he had set the napkins aside and his fingers were slowly pulling the crotch of my underwear to the side.

“We’re in public.” I warned, jolting as the pads of his fingers came in contact with my lips. He slipped a digit between them, rubbing slightly. All my breath left my lungs. I had never even thoght about exhabitionism none the less doing it.

“That's why you need to be quiet- Are you already wet?” He was grinning as I glared at him. He went in for a seemingly chaste peck on my mouth but made sure to slyly run his tongue over my lips.

The second he began to pull away he slipped a finger inside of my heat. I moaned in surprise and he tsked, “You’re too loud. Do you want us to get caught?”

The thought if getting caught doing this in my favorite breakfast place was mortifying and I felt myself clench around his fingers. For some reason the fear made my hips buck slightly into his hands, pushing his finger deeper inside of me.

I reached for my hot chocolate, hoping that the drink would distract me; but as soon as my fingers curled inside the mug, his thumb brushed against my clit. I bit back a moan, gripping the cup tightly, “How did you sleep last night?” He asked casually. I stared daggers at him as he tried to hold back a laugh.

“I slept fine.” I hissed, whimpering slightly.

“Don't be mean, im just asking a question.” He scolded, curling a finger inside of me and pressing harder on my clit. I let out a moan but bit it back as soon as it came out. I looked around, trying to see if anyone had noticed what was going on. Everyone was focused solely on conversation and food.

I grabbed his wrist, knowing that the closer I got to my climax the louder I would get. Taehyung simply told me not to worry as he kept pressing his long fingers into me. I brought the mug I been gripping tightly up to my lips and quickly gulped some down, sending heat down my throat.

My boyfriend looked at me with an amused expression. He slipped in a second finger insideof me as he picked up another napkin, wiping the corner of my lips, “You’re such a mess.” He laughed, but I could see his eyes were dark with lust.

I cried out, grinding my hips against his thumb. His hand was perfectly slick, enhancing the feeling and making it easier to move. He curled his fingers perfectly.

Taehyung took a swig of his own hot chocolate, “The hot chocolate is good as always.”

“Mine is better.” I panted, leaning my head on his shoulder. He was sending bolts of lightning through my body and I felt weak.

“I wish I could fuck you right now.” He muttered under his breath, “Or at least eat you out.” His words made me moan again. The wet sound of his fingers pressing into me mixed with my pants echoed in our ears.

“Tae, it's too loud, they can hear!” I whined, squirming on his hand.

“Let them hear, baby.” His fingers pistoned into me and I had to bite my lip to restrain myself from screaming. His fingers were too much at once and in the end I couldn't stop myself from crying out. I saw someone’s head turn, eyes glancing at us in confusion. At the sight of a random person looking at me I flushed a dark color of red. Tae turned his head so that he could whisper in my ear, “Is someone looking at you? You should hurry up then, baby. Cum for me, sweetheart.”

My release was white hot fire and I dug myself into the space between his neck and shoulder, biting down on the skin to muffle my sounds. He continued to curl his fingers in me for a few more seconds, the sensitivity drawing out my release.

Taehyung slipped his fingers out of my heat and tugged my dress back down. I kept my head on his shoulder as tried to calm my racing heart. Taehyung smiled brightly as the waiter came over holding our food, “Here you go, one french toast and one pancake.” Jongsuk said, setting our food down.

He looked at us weird, noticing my flushed face and fast breathing. Taehyung brought a soaked finger to his fruit, picking up a grape and sliding it in his mouth, making sure to subtly slip his fingers in his mouth. He moaned at the taste of the fruit mixed with me release. The waiter nodded seeing that we were happy with the food and walked away.

I lifted my head, shakily picking up the bottle of syrup and drizzling it over my food, “What was that for.” I asked, dazed.

Taehyung stole my peppermint hot chocolate, taking a sip of it with a smirk, “You said you wanted something new and exiting.” He took another sip of my drink before setting it down, “This hot chocolate is really good, we should always get this one.”

[paranoid-fighter]

Original Fiction: Geoff goes on a date | Vincent goes on a hike

Author’s Notes:  1) I tried a new writing style for the first time and I think it went rather well. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you @ceata88 for recommending this. 2) This piece has undergone heavy edits, far more than I normally do for my original works.  3) Enjoy Vincent and Geoff in the very early stages of their relationship. Geoff has a lot to learn.  4) A special thanks to @t0asty-marshmall0w, @one-doesnt-simply-walk-in-bagend, @slunkymcgee and @ceata88 for reading various sections.

Word Count: 9530-ish.  The following characters are original characters and belong to me. 

Geoff frowned at his reflection - more specifically, at the bright button-down shirt he was wearing. The shirt was worn open and untucked over a black tee shirt with the cuffs rolled up. Paired with a pair of jeans and his favorite sneakers, he figured it was a classier alternative to just a plain tee. "The fuck am I doing?" He quietly moaned as he ran a hand down his face. "He said 'casual bar' but he wears stupid expensive suits and probably thinks 'casual' means black tie."

The officer's gaze traveled from the mirror and over to his phone.

He could call Brittany; she'd be able to tell him if what he was wearing was casual or not. Calling her, however, would mean that she'd ask why he was asking about clothes - hehad  never asked her about clothes. He knew she'd tease him and, even more worryingly, he was worried she'd be able to suss out the reasons for his questions.

If he didn't call his former girlfriend, he'd run the risk of being either overdressed or underdressed. Overdressed wasn't much of a problem. Underdressed, however, was. If he was underdressed, it'd make for an awkward evening - especially if this 'casual bar' decided that Geoff didn't meet their dress code. He heard horror stories of people being refused tables at nicer restaurants and he didn't want to be one of those people - especially if Vincent was there.

Geoff grumbled and shoved the phone into his pocket. He buttoned his shirt and stared at his reflection before tucking it in.

Then he untucked it.

Then he unbuttoned it.

Then he unrolled the sleeves.

Then--

--he pulled his buzzing phone out of his pocket. He felt his heart skip a beat as he saw Vincent's name on the screen. Geoff quickly read the text and swore under his breath; Vincent said he'd be at the bar in twenty minutes.

Geoff tapped out a reply before putting his phone away. Grumbling again, he unbuttoned and untucked his shirt before running his hands through his unruly hair. "This better be good enough," he paused as he saw the small paunch of his stomach; his shoulders slumped with his sigh. "Dammit; gotta lay off the cheesesteaks..."

He hoped Vincent wasn't turned off by his gut--

--where the fuck did that come from?

Geoff frowned and left the bathroom as he tried to push the worrying thought away; why was he concerned with what Vincent found attractive? And, for that matter, why was he so concerned about what he wore? As he rolled up his sleeves, he told himself that this was just two friends getting drinks.

...he didn't want to think about why that made him sad...

Geoff stepped out of the taxi as he looked up to the sign over the bar. He had heard about this place from his coworkers - the drink selection wasn't great, but the food was phenomenal - and was surprised that Vincent had picked it; it was actually casual! Most of the patrons were just wearing shorts and tee shirts. He glanced down at his own clothes and shrugged as he walked inside; for once, he was overdressed.

Sitting at one of the few remaining tables, Geoff tried to read the menu as his leg nervously bounced under the table. He found his eyes constantly wandering from the menu and over to the entrance as he searched for the elf. Vincent would be arriving any moment; he never showed up late, not even by a second. It was unnerving, but a lot about Vincent was unnerving and he had yet to figure out why.

He kept telling himself that was one of the reasons he liked seeing him. 'Just to figure out the mystery,' he'd always say. Surely, once he unraveled the mystery, his obsession would end--

Geoff all but surged to his feet as he saw Vincent walk into the bar. He gave the elf a wave as he bit back a smile; he found himself grateful for the fact that he only had a tail for three nights each month. The last thing he wanted was for Vincent to see his entire body shaking from his tail's excited wagging. "Hey, Vince!" He smiled as Vincent came up to the table. "Good timing." "Twenty minutes, just like I said." He smiled a crooked smile. "Did you have any difficulties finding the place?" "Nah; just took a cab." Vincent's eyebrow quirked as he sat down. "Can't really condone drinking and driving, y'know?" Geoff smiled as he took a seat. "Fair enough." Vincent laughed. "Do you want to start with food or beer?" "Oh! Uh..." He looked down at the menu - how long had he stared at it without reading it? "Uh, beer's good." "Alright." Vincent picked up the second menu. "Shall we make an evening of it?" "Sure." He tried to curtail his enthusiasm; the idea of spending the evening with Vincent was-- "I mean, I don't work tomorrow, so I can stay out for a while." He tried to look at the menu again but found his eyes wandering. "Do you have to work tomorrow?" "Not really. I just need to do some research. I think there might be a shift in the stock market soon and I want to keep an eye on it." "Oh." Geoff looked down to the menu. He found the stock market as boring as it was confusing and not even Vincent could make it seem exciting.

Their waitress came and took their drink orders before leaving the pair alone. He wasn't surprised that Vincent ordered a dark, imported beer. He stuck to what was familiar - an amber ale - as he turned his gaze back to the menu. "Want to split a pizza? I've heard they're really good." Geoff offered as he watched Vincent. "That sounds nice." His eyes roved over the pages. "And it sounds better than nachos. I never really cared for nachos." "Oh? Why's that?" "Well, they are fine if only one person eats them, but otherwise it is just unsanitary." His voice was slightly distant. "What kind of pizza do you like?" "Meat." Geoff grinned. "I am not surprised." "How about you?" "...meat." The elf sheepishly admitted; his shy smile grew as Geoff barked a laugh. "Wanna split a meat lover's, then?" "Sounds delicious." Vincent closed his menu.

Geoff tried to convince himself that Vincent didn't just wink at him.

After placing their order, the conversation drifted to banal topics as they drank their beer. Vincent was talking about the stock market again and Geoff found himself rapidly losing interest. Instead of listening, he focused on watching the elf. It didn't take him long to realize that Vincent's eyes weren't shining like they usually did when he spoke. "Did you always want to be a stock trader?" Geoff interrupted. "What?" "I can't imagine this is what you wanted to do when you were younger. Well, relatively speaking, I mean." "Oh." Vincent shifted uneasily for a moment. "I... no. No, it is not." "Then what was it?" He refrained from leaning forward, but his attention was now fully focused on him. "You will laugh." "Try me."

Vincent let out a long, slow breath. "I... wanted to own a vineyard." Geoff blinked. "Why would I laugh at that? I know you like plants and you like wine. Why wouldn't you want to do that for a living?" "How about you? What did you want to be?" He tried to hide his disappointment at the conversation shift; drawing personal information out of the elf was damn near impossible. "Me? I've always wanted to be a police officer." Geoff smiled as he recalled a dozen years of being an officer for Halloween. "That is admirable." Vincent's tone was honest. "I cannot tell you how many people I have met that have who gave up on their childhood dreams." He gave a smile to the officer. "I am happy for you."

Geoff quickly raised his mug and took a drink as he tried to hide his blush.

Unfortunately, his beer was finished long before his blush faded.

The officer idly rolled the empty glass between his palms as his eyes fell back to the table. "So," he glanced up to Vincent, "ah..." "Yes?" Geoff blanched slightly. "Never mind; it's stupid." "Just say it." The elf coaxed. "...what plans do you have for the weekend?" A lopsided smile. "I was planning on relaxing. I have no plans. After last week's trip, I am looking forward to a quiet weekend." "Oh." "How about you?" "Nothin' much, really. I thought about maybe going hiking this weekend but I think it might rain. I don't like the idea of being stuck on the side of a mountain in a storm." "Where do you normally hike? There are quite a few parks nearby." "I normally go up to Wolf's Ridge. I've always liked the waterfalls there." "As do I." Vincent met his gaze. Inhaling deeply, he summed up his courage...

"If it doesn't rain, wanna go hiking with me?" "I would like that."

Success.

"Awesome." Geoff grinned. "We'll play it by ear, in case it rains. Did you wanna meet up for breakfast, or...?" "How about breakfast on the mountain itself, if it does not rain? Depending on how early you want to go, that is. Otherwise, we could have lunch there." Geoff's heart was pounding. "Breakfast sounds great. I mean, it'd be early, yeah, but I bet the view's gorgeous." "It is, indeed." Vincent smiled at him before finishing his beer.

The officer tried to ignore the glee he felt bubbling up within him; it was just two friends hiking, that's all.

And Vincent didn't call him gorgeous.

They placed another order for beer when their waitress returned. Vincent had ordered something else - a porter - whereas Geoff kept with his same drink. He didn't want to admit to Vincent that he didn't know much about beer, for fear the elf would think him uncultured... "So, where'd you travel to last week? Y'never actually said." "I apologize; it must have slipped my mind." Vincent sat a little straighter. "I went overseas for a bit, to England." "For business, or...?" "Business, unfortunately." The elf sighed. "I did not stay long - just long enough to take care of things." "I'm confused." "About?" "Well," Geoff took a drink, "y'trade stocks, yeah? What else do you do? I can't see why you'd need to travel if you're a stock trader." "Oh." Vincent sipped his porter. "I also work with a small group of men and women; we solve problems for clients - typically corporations or public figures. I had to meet with a client to discuss their issues with productivity and the declining company funds." "Really?" Geoff did lean forward at that. "What'd you find, if you can tell me?" "There was an embezzler," the elf smiled. "He was clever and had been working for years at his scheme. Unfortunately, his partner left and he was not able to keep up his rouse with only himself. "No way." "Yes." Vincent laughed. "I found out who it was and confronted him. He is no longer working for the firm and I believe he is currently awaiting trial." "You did all that in a week?" "Oh, no. Months of work have gone into this. I was sent their books a long time ago." "Gotcha," another drink, "that's really cool, though. How'd you even get that job? I mean, I can't see that as an easy field to get into."

Vincent nodded. "It is a difficult field to get into, yes, but it can be very enjoying. It is not for everyone, though. It often requires you to do things that many would probably find repugnant." He frowned; Vincent had avoided his question. "That's an interesting way to phrase it." Geoff shrugged. "But, I guess if you enjoy it..." "I suppose you could say that about being an officer." Geoff took another drink. "I dunno about that. You probably get a lot less shit than I do." He shook his head. "I wouldn't change it, though. I love it. Yeah, we got bad eggs, but bad eggs are all around the world. I just want to make sure I can do my part to get rid of them." He cast a sidelong glance to Vincent. "You looking for work? We probably got enough shit going on to keep you busy for quite a while." The elf laughed and shook his head. "No, no. I am afraid I am booked quite solid... but I will keep it in mind." "Works for me."  

The pizza arrived, along with their third beer. Geoff stared down at the massive pie before looking back to Vincent. "This is a little bigger than I thought." "You think so? It looks about right to me." "...We did order a large, didn't we?" "Yes, yes we did." Vincent laughed. "We were going to be here for a few hours, so it made sense to order something that would last." "Makes sense." Geoff nodded as he tried to take a slice; he winced and let go of the crust. "Still pretty hot." "The beer is nice and cold, though." The elf took a cautious sip of his stout before taking a larger swallow. "Good point." Geoff laughed as he cooled his fingers on the glass. "Should be a good pie, too. I've never heard anything bad about the food here." "Indeed. It looks quite delicious." Vincent picked up his fork and knife. He pulled a slice free and placed it on a plate before handing it to Geoff. "There. It should cool faster now." "I should've thought of that," he mumbled as Vincent took his own slice. He tentatively picked it up - only to drop it a second later. "Still too hot--are you seriously about to use a knife and fork to eat it?"

Vincent dropped the silverware. "No." "You were!" "I was no--" "You totally were!" He laughed. "God, Vince. Live a little. Use your fingers!" "But that is unsani--" "We're in a bar!" "Well, yes, but--" "Just eat the pizza like a normal person." Geoff laughed and took another drink. Vincent huffed as he picked up the slice...

Another beer and half a pizza later, the two found themselves laughing and talking as they picked at the toppings. Geoff noticed that Vincent was particularly fond of the sausage slices; he was torn between making crude jokes and feeling strangely envious of the sausage as the elf brought another slice to his lips.

It took a moment for him to realize that the waitress had come back and was looking between them. He didn't quite catch what Vincent said to her, but she left with a smile. "What did you say?" Geoff asked as he took another piece. "I just asked for a few drinks." Vincent said primly as he also took a slice. "What kind?" "You will see in a moment." The elf smiled before taking a bite.

Geoff stared at him dubiously as he chewed. "Should I be worried?" His hand was held in front of his mouth. "Maybe." "Vince...?" "Oh!" He smiled up at the waitress. "That was much faster than I expected." The woman placed two glasses down in front of Geoff and then two in front of Vincent. "The bartender had a free moment." She winked at the elf.

Geoff tried to quell a swell of jealousy that he felt as he watched the elf talking to the waitress. She couldn't be any more obvious in her flirting and, worst of all, Vincent was playing right into it.

Why was he doing that?

His heart sank; maybe this was just two friends meeting for drinks...

He shook his head and stared down at the glass. It was just a clear liquid in a shot glass - did Vincent order them straight vodka--no. No, it was not vodka at all.

The pungent scent of tequila met his nose and he coughed as the waitress walked away. "Tequila?" "Indeed." The elf laughed. "Is this a problem?" "No, but I've not done tequila shots since college..." "Live a little." The elf winked as he licked the back of his hand before reaching from the salt shaker. Geoff forced himself to not stare at the man’s tongue. "You're a terrible influence." He took the salt shaker from Vincent and licked the back of his hand. "Cheers." Vincent licked the salt and downed the shot in one swallow. He picked up a lime slice and bit into it as he stared at Geoff. "Well? What are you waiting on?"

"I'm not waiting," Geoff said. "I just never thought I'd see the day that Mister Suit-and-Tie would shoot tequila like a frat kid." "If it helps, I held my pinky out. Therefore, it was classy." Vincent reached for the second shot. "Come on, Geoff. Take the drink." "Fine." He licked the salt and drank the tequila.

Unlike the elf, he coughed as he reached for the lime. "Damn, Vince. The fuck did you order? Paint thinner?" "Just drink it." The elf said before taking his second shot. "Fine, fine." Geoff put more salt on his hand as he reached for the glass. "But if this is your definition of tequila, I gotta take you to a good Mexican grill. They'll show you what real tequila is." "Alright." Vincent smiled. "Name the date."

Date.

He had asked Vincent out. Twice.

And Vincent accepted. Twice.

He felt lightheaded and not just because of the alcohol.

Vincent had left the table as their sixth beer arrived. Hours had passed and the drinks continued to flow. The pizza was a distant memory and Geoff found himself hungry yet again. He stared across the bar, recalling the sight of the elf's departing back and just how gorgeous he was. His cheeks were beginning to color as two thoughts continued to resurface: hunger and Vincent.

Geoff found himself walking through the bar.

He tried the handle on the door to the single stall bathroom and blinked as it turned.

Geoff pushed the door open and saw Vincent washing his hands at the sink.

He stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

"Geoff?" Vincent turned to face him, a thin eyebrow raised. "What are--" "You're so damn beautiful." Geoff's words were thick, slurred. Vincent blushed.

In that instant, Geoff realized just what he was hungry for.

Stepping closer, he reached out and put a rough hand on Vincent's arm. He let his calloused fingers trace over the starched shirt as he looked into Vincent's grey eyes. He saw the elf's blush deepen as he took a half-step closer.

Growing braver, Geoff's other hand came to rest on Vincent's cheek. He licked his lips as the elf leaned into his touch. Vincent looked up to him through half-lidded eyes as a smile slowly crossed his lips.

The officer pulled Vincent into a tight hug and kissed him.

Vincent's fingers tangled into Geoff's red hair. Geoff pushed Vincent up against the wall as he kissed him; his body came to rest against Vincent's as he all but pinned the elf in place. His hips pressed firmly against Vincent's as he felt the elf's hands traveling down his sides. Thin fingers dug into his waistband as the elf all but matched Geoff's fervor and desire. His eyes closed as he clung to Vincent, desperate for--

A sudden knock at the door pulled them apart.

Geoff stared at Vincent with unmasked terror in his eyes. He felt trapped. This was a single-stall bathroom - what would everyone say if they saw both men leaving together? "Vincent," he whispered, "what--" "Leave it to me." The elf stepped away as he straightened his clothes. He motioned for Geoff to step off to the side, behind where the door would open, and then grasped the handle.

Geoff watched as Vincent's posture changed. His shoulders slumped, his knees bent and he swayed on his feet as he pulled the door open.

From behind the door, he couldn't see the other man, but he could hear Vincent's drunken slur.

"Give it a bit," the elf's words were thick. "jus' trust me..." A hiccup. "Y'don't wanna go in there..." He stepped out of the bathroom and closed the door behind him as the other man quickly walked away...

Geoff took a few moments to compose himself before he left the bathroom. He couldn't and wouldn't bring himself to look at his reflection as he left the messy bathroom. In all truth, he was ashamed. He had shoved the elf against the bathroom wall and damn near swallowed his tonsils!

His cheeks burned with shame as he made his way back to the table. He sat across from the elf but couldn't look Vincent in the eye; he was too mortified to raise his gaze from the table. "Geoff?" "I should leave." He mumbled as he pulled out his wallet. "Lemme pay--" "I have already settled the bill." Vincent was frowning. "Are you--" "I'm gonna go home." Geoff stood up. "Thanks for the drinks." "Geoff--" "Bye."

He stood and quickly walked away, leaving a confused and worried Vincent alone at the table...

Geoff shoved his hands in his pocket as he walked down the dark streets. The pleasant buzz of alcohol had long since faded but his thoughts still were a jumbled mess. He knew he should have hailed a cab but, instead, he found himself walking the several miles back to his home.

He felt like he needed the walk.

The officer fished a cigarette out of his pack and lit it as he made his way home. He had been trying to cut back, but right now felt like the best time for a smoke. He tried to focus on the burning embers but instead found himself thinking back to Vincent.

His thoughts always went back to Vincent.

He wanted to say that the elf wasn't flirting with him, but he knew that wasn't right. Vincent didn't shove him away, either; he kissed him. Vincent kissed him. Vincent pulled him closer and kissed him. Geoff licked his lips as he savored the memory. Vincent had clung to him and kissed him. He could taste the beer and the pizza through their kiss. Hell, he could even taste that piss-poor excuse for tequila that Vincent had him drink.

Even the tequila tasted like mana, when tasted on Vincent's lips.

Geoff closed his eyes as he stopped under a street light. He rubbed the back of his neck as he pulled the cigarette from his mouth. The maelstrom of his thoughts stilled as he exhaled.

He was in love.

Geoff opened his eyes and resumed walking.

He was in love with the elf and he couldn't deny it any longer. He was completely and utterly in love with Vincent.

And he had ruined their first kiss.

He had wanted it to be romantic, something sweet and tender. Instead, he practically assaulted the elf and tried to suck out his soul through his mouth. His heart sank down to his shoes as he kept walking. He didn't even know if Vincent would want to see him now. Yes, the man had kissed him back, but Vincent could've just been drunk. He knew plenty of people who would kiss anyone or anything that seemed remotely human if they were drunk. What if Vincent was one of those people?

He pulled out his phone and stared at it. He knew he could call the elf. He knew he probably should. He knew that he should apologize for his behavior. Geoff tapped out the first few numbers before returning his phone to his pocket.

Vincent probably didn't want to hear from him.

He snubbed out his cigarette and threw the butt away before returning his hands to his pockets. With sagging shoulders, he resumed the long walk home...

Back at the bar, Vincent returned his card to his wallet as he stared at the spot where Geoff had been. He let out a long, slow breath as he shook his head.

It was apparent that Geoff was still struggling with himself - anyone with a single brain cell could see it! - but this was even worse than he expected. There was no way for him to be even clearer about his intentions...

...unless, of course, neon lights were involved.

But Vincent had standards. Low ones, yes, but he still had standards.

The elf took another drink before wiping the glass with his napkin, just enough to smudge his finger prints. He did the same with the silverware and then stood up. He tried to ignore the buzzing in his head as he left the bar. He did not catch the waitress' eye, even though she was staring intently at him, and he stepped out onto the sidewalk.

It was a cool night, with a hint of rain in the air. He inhaled deeply and pulled out his phone. He had half a mind to call Geoff, just to check on him, but he dismissed the thought. Geoff needed time to be alone - even if Vincent wanted to be around him.

Instead, he called his sister.

After a quick conversation, the woman agreed to drive him back to their apartments. She ended the call as Vincent walked towards her favorite bar...

His sister was sitting in a small booth with Jean-Claude and a buxom woman that Vincent could only describe as "posh." The older woman had her arm around Scylla's shoulders as the elf leaned into her voluptuous form; her head was resting on the woman's large breasts. Vincent slid into the seat next to Jean-Claude. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as the man pressed a kiss onto his cheek. Vincent returned the gesture before looking to the woman that was playing with Scylla's curling hair. "Hello. I'm Vincent. And you are?" "Oh, hello!" She held out her hand to the elf. "It is so wonderful to finally meet you. Jean-Claude and Scylla speak so highly of you." She enthused as they shook hands. "I am Sophia." "Sophia is a very dear friend of mine, matou," Jean-Claude smiled as his arm snaked around Vincent's waist. "She is visiting and I thought she would like meeting your sister." He gave the women a smile. "And I was quite right. They have spent the entire night discussing magic. This has, however, left me oh so bored!" He sighed dramatically as he brought the back of his hand to his forehead. "Thankfully, you have arrived to save me from my boredom!" He turned to press his front against Vincent's arm. He batted his long lashes up to the elf with a playful grin on his sculpted face. "Are you sure magic is all they're discussing?" Vincent looked to Jean-Claude with a raised eyebrow. "It looks more like they have been making plans for after you leave..." "Who said I would ask him to leave?" Sophia tittered as she reached for her wineglass. "If you want to keep him around, then feel free. I'm just not sure he'd do you much good." Vincent met Sophia's gaze. "Nonsense." Scylla poured her brother a glass of wine. "I'm sure we'd find a use for him." "I can hold the camera," Jean-Claude laughed with the others...

After another drink, the siblings bid farewell to their companions. Jean-Claude and Vincent shared a chaste kiss as Scylla and Sophia hugged and exchanged phone numbers. The two men watched as the women kissed their goodbyes.

And kissed.

...and kissed...

"Why do you no longer kiss me like that, matou?" "Because we stopped being lovers about fifty years ago." "We could change that..." "Maybe later." Vincent climbed out of the booth. "For now, I am chasing after someone that I am quite fond of." "Does this mean I am your second choice?" Jean-Claude put a hand over his long-dead heart in mock outrage. "Jean, no one could ever replace you. You know that." "Then prove it." The vampire said as he came to stand before Vincent.

Vincent rolled his eyes before pulling Jean-Claude into a deep, passionate kiss. He held the vampire tightly in his arms as he leaned over him, all but sweeping Jean-Claude off his feet. Vincent felt Jean-Claude's hands clutching him as his own eyes closed. Despite all the years that had passed, Jean-Claude had not changed - kissing him felt like returning home...

Sophia and Scylla watched the scene with amusement as they stood arm-in-arm. "Your brother is quite skilled," Sophia commented as she looked at the pair. "Jean-Claude taught him that." "That explains it." She nodded. "Should we pull them apart before Jean-Claude refuses to let him go?" "Probably..."

Vincent laughed as Jean-Claude playfully fought to remain in his arms. The vampire pouted as Vincent and Scylla waved and walked away, only to sigh as Sophia placed his head on her breasts. He let himself be lead back to the booth as the tall woman crooned and petted his hair...

The elf climbed into the passenger seat of his sister's SUV and fastened his seatbelt. He didn't react as the engine roared to life, nor did he react to the heavy rumbling of the tires. He knew this vehicle was just a tank in disguise. "So how did it go?" She asked. "Great, up until he left." "What?" "I took your advice and ordered tequila, which went over well. It loosened him up, like you said it would. Unfortunately, after he kissed me, he seemed to realize what he had just done and then he shut down." "Oh dear..." Vincent sighed. "I don't even know what else to do at this point. I'm pretty sure he's in love with me--" "You?" She frowned. "Or the persona you've made? Because I know you, Vincent. I know you won't let him that close just yet."

Vincent's thin lipped expression grew even thinner. She had a point.

"...the persona." He sighed. "I think. This time, I am keeping close to the truth. Not much has changed." "So you say," she glanced to him. "I'm just being honest." "I doubt that." "You're being a bitch." He frowned at her. "I'm just being honest, too." She returned the frown. "Fine. So what if the Vincent he loves isn't the true me? It'll be easy enough to fix that, with some time." "Do you think he'll give you the time or do you think he'll just be too shy to see you again?" "I don't want to think about that." Vincent sighed. "I don't want him to disappear. I actually like him." "Am I ever going to meet him?" "Maybe. I don't want you steal this one, too." "When have I ever stolen a man from you?" She stepped on the brake a little harder than was necessary.

Vincent coughed as the seatbelt tightened across his chest. "Don't give me that! You've stolen almost every single man from me, except for Jean-Claude!" "I have not--" "And the only reason you didn't steal him is because he's gay!" "Do you want to walk home?" She frowned. "Because if you keep this up, you're walking home." "Fine." Vincent slumped back in the seat. "But it's still the truth."

Scylla frowned at him but said nothing as she drove them home...

Vincent stepped out onto the balcony and stared up to the clouds that were starting to gather. He closed his eyes as he held a small brazier in his hands. He inhaled the smoke and began to chant in an ancient tongue...

Geoff opened his eyes as his phone shrieked on the nightstand. He cursed and pulled the pillow over his head before slowly reaching for it. It was Saturday morning and he had no business being up this early.

He grabbed his phone and silenced the alarm before checking the weather. He was surprised to see that the forecast called for clear skies and found himself both elated and filled with dread. Clear skies meant that he was going to go hiking. Part of him wanted to go alone, but he knew he needed to talk to the elf - even if he didn't want to. He was still ashamed of his behavior at the bar - ashamed to the point he still hadn't answered any of Vincent's texts.

Geoff dug the heels of his palms into his eyes as his phone chimed.

That was Vincent's ringtone.

He slowly picked up the phone again and stared down at the message before sending a quick reply.

Another chime.

Geoff sent another reply before kicking off the blankets.

He was going hiking.

...Dammit.

He showered quickly and dressed just as quickly before hurrying downstairs. He ate a bagel as he passed through the lobby and out into the street. Vincent had said he would arrive at a quarter of seven and Geoff had never known him to be late. The officer yawned as he stood by a light post and tried to ignore the gnawing craving for a cigarette. He had just showered and the last thing he wanted to do was smell like cigarette smoke. While it was true the elf also smoked, Geoff didn't want to be rude and assume that Vincent didn't mind smoke in his car.

He frowned as he heard the low rumble of a powerful engine growing steadily louder. It dawned on him that he had never asked what kind of car Vincent drove.

Geoff's jaw dropped as a car worth more than his entire yearly salary came to a stop in front of him. The window rolled down and Vincent leaned over the divider to smile up at the officer. "Ready to go?" Vincent beamed. "This is your car?" Geoff sputtered as he took in the sleek lines and sculpted curves. "Holy shit, Vince! You drive this?!" "Yes." He laughed. "Jeez..." Geoff carefully opened the door and climbed inside. He buckled the seatbelt and found himself resisting the urge to touch the dash and all the interior features. "How the hell can I get into your line of work? I need one of these!" "What of your muscle car?"

Geoff paused at that; the car had been a pet project that he and his adopted father had started together before the man's untimely demise. He had finished repairing the car a year later and got it working without a hitch, but...

"That car's older than me. This, though. This is--" "Older than what you would expect. It is ten years old." "Shit, really?" He touched the dashboard. "It looks brand new..." "Detailing is a wonderful thing." Vincent laughed. "Are you ready to go? We will not arrive before sunrise, but we can at least watch the sunrise as we drive." "Sure. Let's go."

Geoff kept his hands on his lap as they drove out of the city. He noticed that the elf made very sure to keep exactly to the speed limit. "I can't imagine that you regularly drive this slowly." "It feels like a mistake to speed with an officer in the car." "I guess that's fair." Geoff sighed wistfully. "Still, though; I'd like to see how fast this baby can go." "I would be happy to show you, but I fear that I would have my license revoked if I were caught."

He glanced over at the speedometer and let out a low whistle. "Yep. You would definitely get your license revoked if you hit that... Shame, though." He shook his head. "Damn shame." "There are a few race tracks around here that I can take the car to. I have done it in the past. If I were to do that again, would you be interested in coming along?" "Hell yeah! That sounds like it'd be awesome." He paused. "Would... would I be able to drive it?" "After a few laps at a slower speed, yes." "Yes!" Geoff grinned as he sank down into the soft seats.

They fell into comfortable silence as the car turned out onto the highway. Geoff watched the other cars as he rode past them, occasionally raising his eyes to watch the trees. He couldn't remember the last time he had ridden passenger in a car that wasn't for work. He yawned as his head sank back against the headrest. Quiet music filled the car - it was soft, soothing and hauntingly familiar but, yet, wholly unknown. He sank down a little further as Vincent drove...

His eyes opened when they came to a stop.

Geoff bolted upright. "What? We're here already?" He glanced down at the time and then up to Vincent. "Why didn't you wake me up?" "You looked like you could use the sleep." Vincent said as he turned off the engine. "Do you feel more rested?" "Yeah, but... you should've woken me up. Now I feel bad." The officer groused. "There is no need for that," he smiled softly, "are you ready to go hiking? I have brought breakfast. I think you will like it." "Sure." He climbed out of the car and yawned as he rubbed the last bit of sleep from his eyes.

Geoff came to stand beside the elf and blinked as he finally saw what he was wearing. "You don't mess around when you go hiking, do you?" He shook his head. "Sorry?" "You look like a commando! I mean, seriously. What the fuck are those boots?" He laughed. "SWAT." Vincent deadpanned. Geoff stopped laughing at that. "Uh... huh." He rubbed his stubbly chin. "Did you pick those up at a military surplus store?" "Sure." Vincent pulled a well-worn pack out of the trunk of his car and shouldered it with familiar ease. "Are you going to continue to critique my equipment or shall we get started?" "No reason I can't do both." Geoff fell into step behind Vincent. "I can't believe you're wearing camo pants." He was grinning. "And is that honestly a tactical turtleneck?" "I do not see the reason for your comments." "Do you even own any jeans or tees?" "No." "I'm not surprised..."

He walked behind the elf as their conversation faded into silence. They were listening to the sounds of the forest; birds were starting to chirp as the insects began to warm themselves in the sun. It was peaceful. Geoff smiled; he loved being out here. He looked up to Vincent and felt his heart beating a little faster. It was unusual to see the elf in anything that wasn't a suit and he couldn't help but enjoy the change.

He watched as the elf began to climb up a small ascent. He let his gaze wander over Vincent's back before his eyes came to rest on Vincent's ass. His smile grew as he watched the elf walk. Those pants were so tight - did Vincent paint them on? He must've; they hugged his every curve. And damn, Vincent had a nice ass... He flushed slightly as he imagined what it would feel like; it must've been pure muscle, judging by how it jiggled--

"Oof!"

The officer stumbled over his own feet and lost the struggle to regain his footing. Swearing, he pushed himself upright and found himself staring into Vincent's grey eyes. "Are you alright?" "What? Oh, yeah. I'm fine. I just, uh, tripped. Over, a..." He looked around and frowned at the completely smooth path. "Uh. A rock." "I see." Vincent stared at him for a few more moments before turning around. "Well, we are a little over half way up the path to the top of the mountain. Are you okay to keep going or should we rest?" "I'm fine; let's go. I'm curious to see what you brought for breakfast." Geoff fell into step behind him as they resumed hiking...

Not even an hour later, Vincent turned around again.

Geoff had stopped and was wincing as he put his foot down on the ground. "What is wrong?" The officer stood straight and shrugged uneasily. "Just hurt my foot, that's all." "You have been limping for over half an hour. What is wrong?" "It's nothing--" "Sit down." "What?" "Sit. Down." Vincent walked up to him and knelt down in front of Geoff as he sat down on the edge of the path. "Take off your shoe." "Vince, I’m fine." "Off."

Grumbling, Geoff did as he was told. In truth, though, he was embarrassed. He knew he had grabbed the wrong socks in his half-asleep stupor and he knew that his inattention had caused a blister to form. The last thing he wanted was for Vincent to think him stupid and yet, here he was, with the wrong gear...

As the elf looked over his foot, he tried to ignore how Vincent's fingers felt on his skin. Try as he might, though, it was impossible. Vincent's hands were like ice. They felt good on his sore foot but, at the same time, he dreaded to think what that'd feel like on his-- "You have worn a blister on your heel." Vincent placed Geoff's foot back on the ground. "So let's drain it and get going." "No." The elf unshouldered his pack and opened it. He rummaged around for a moment before pulling out a small first aid kit. "I will bandage it for you and give you some better socks before we continue." "You have extra socks?" "Of course." Vincent didn't look at him as he opened his kit. "I always carry an extra change of clothes when I go hiking." "And a first aid kit." "And a pistol."

Geoff blinked at that. "You're serious?" "Of course. Bears are always a concern." "A pistol for bears? Vince, you're gonna need something big--oh." He promptly closed his mouth as Vincent showed him a glimpse of something he could only describe as a 'hand cannon.' "Never mind. That's good." Vincent smiled as he resumed bandaging Geoff's foot...

Vincent sat back on his heels as he looked at his handiwork. Moleskin and a sterile bandage now covered Geoff's heel. "That should be sufficient for the rest of our hike. When you get home, be sure to soak the blister in some Epsom salts. Do not drain it, unless it appears discolored." "Got it.” Geoff watched Vincent as he held out a thick pair of wool socks. He stared down at them before looking back up to him. "I was always told to never accept a gift from an elf." He grinned.

Surprisingly, Vincent returned the smile. "What are you afraid of, Geoff? That you might go mad?" "Perhaps." He was already madly in love with Vincent - what was insanity compared to that? "Well, then, you face a decision." Vincent still held the socks. "Do you continue to walk with improper footwear and risk further injury or do you accept the gift from a fey?"

Geoff's stomach chose that moment to rumble.

"Stomach says take the socks." Geoff said as he poked his own gut. "'cause I'm hungry and I can't imagine you wanting to sit here and eat breakfast." "It would not be desirable, no. But if you could not walk any further, then we would break for our meal before I found a way to get you off the mountain." Vincent stood up in a single fluid motion. "I can walk." He pulled off his other shoe and sock before pulling on the wool socks. He put his thin socks into his pocket before shoving his feet back into his shoes. He accepted Vincent's hand up and blinked in surprise. "Damn. I can't even feel the blister now. They really must be magic." Geoff grinned as he bounced on the balls of his feet. "I never knew they sold magic items at the sporting goods store. I suppose I should notify the manager. He should charge more." Vincent drew on his pack. "You actually got these at a sporting goods store?" "No." "...oh." Geoff fell into step behind Vincent as they resumed their hike.

The sun had fully risen by the time Geoff and Vincent emerged onto the stone face. They made their way out onto the rocks and settled themselves down for breakfast. Geoff's stomach kept rumbling as Vincent pulled small bundle after small bundle out of his pack and placed them on the ground. He could smell sausages and something sweet - what had Vincent brought? "Okay, I'll bite." Geoff leaned forward as he picked up a package. "What is this?" "A variation on a standard elvish trail breakfast." "Oh, goody. Leaves." "Do not worry. I brought variety." "Yay. Sticks." "If leaves and sticks are not appealing, I also brought dirt." "Now we're talking!" Geoff took a small pouch that Vincent held out. "I love dirt first thing in the morning!" "I thought you would." Vincent laughed as he opened a packet of dried sausages. "Here. These are venison. You have pork in your hands. I also brought sweet bread and some fruits." "Did you bring lembas?" Vincent sighed. "Well?" A dry stare. "C'mon, Vince. I know you're a nerd, even if you won't admit it. Did you bring lembas?" A frown. "Not every sweet bread is lembas, you know. But yes, I did bring waybread." "Yes!" Geoff grinned as Vincent handed him a small, dense piece of bread wrapped in parchment. He wasted no time in unwrapping it and biting into the sweet treat. The elf only smiled as he bit into an apple...

The sun continued to climb higher into the sky as the men had their breakfast. Geoff was happily eating his way through the bread and sausages, not noticing that Vincent was watching him. "Geoff," The officer looked over to the elf but didn't speak. "About Monday..."

Geoff broke out in a sweat that had nothing to do with their hike.

"I wanted to--" "I'm sorry." Geoff said as he looked down at his lap. "I didn't mean--uh, I mean. I just... I..." "Geoff, what are you--" "I mean, I'm sorry for kissing you. Well, like that. I mean, I didn't mean to do it like that. I just--" he paused as Vincent placed a hand on his forearm. "What?" "I did not mind." He said softly. "In fact, I liked it." "You did?" Vincent nodded as he slid a little closer to the officer. "I liked it, Geoff, and I like you. Quite a bit, actually. I wanted to talk with you more about this, but I have not been able to get in touch with you until this morning." "I know..." Geoff couldn't take his eyes off of Vincent's hand. "I'm sorry, Vince." "Can I ask you something?" "Yeah." "It seems like you have never dated a man before. Is that true?" "It is." Geoff did look away at that; he turned his gaze to the mountains. "I mean, I don't like men. Never have." Vincent frowned at that. "Geoff--" "But I like you. A lot. More than I've ever liked anyone before." Geoff hugged his knees to his chest as he turned his head away. "I can't stop thinking about you. Everything you do is just..." He swore under his breath. "You're so damn beautiful, Vince. I love watching you, listening to you. You're amazing. And it scares me." "Geoff, I--" Geoff kept talking. "I don't like men, but I like you. It scares me. I don't know what to do about this. I wanna be around you. I wanna kiss you, touch you. I just..." He sighed. "I'm scared. It's not easy to admit, but I am. You scare me, Vincent. In a lot of ways. You're so damn smart and mysterious and--why are you laughing?" Geoff frowned. "Geoff, please," Vincent turned to face him as he put a hand on Geoff's knee, "it is okay. I promise. Just relax; I understand." "You do?" His eyes fell again to Vincent's hand. Vincent nodded. "The fact this is a new experience for you does not deter me. If anything, it makes me like you more." "It does?" Another nod. "The fact you are willing to work through your own fears is..." He paused as he searched for the right words. "I want to be the one to help you." Geoff blinked as he looked up - Vincent was only a foot away from him. "Vince..." The elf gave him a crooked smile as he came closer...

Geoff froze; his eyes grew wide as the color drained from his face. "What is wrong?" "I..." Geoff sighed as he turned his head away. "I can't kiss you yet. I want to. I mean, I really, really want to, but..." "I understand." Vincent smiled calmly and came to sit on his left. "Is this alright?" He gently laced his fingers around Geoff's. "y-Yeah. This is nice." Geoff blushed as he smiled shyly to the elf. "I like this." "I will move at your pace, Geoff." Vincent whispered as he squeezed his hand. "But, I must admit, I am looking forward to the next time you kiss me." "Me too," he bit back a grin, "but I wanna do it right next time. Not, y'know, pin you to the wall and," he sighed, "yeah." "I did not complain about that, now did I?" Vincent winked and laughed as Geoff's face turned as red as his hair...

They finished their breakfast on the mountain top, hand in hand, while Geoff continued to blush. He couldn't believe that he had just told Vincent that he liked him - and that Vincent liked him, too! Well, he had known that part for a while, but it was still a shock whenever Vincent spoke honestly about his feelings.

He was pulled from his reverie when the elf turned to face him.

"Would you like to go see the waterfalls or would you like to start making our way back to the car?" "The falls sound nice, yeah," Geoff pushed himself to his feet as Vincent began packing his bag. "Y'know the way?" "I believe so, but if you are more comfortable leading, then I will follow." "Sounds good." Geoff walked past the elf as he took them to the trails...

They walked in silence for almost twenty minutes before Vincent whistled lowly.

"If I had known this was the view I would have had the entire time, I should have let you lead from the start," Vincent grinned as Geoff spun around. "I must say, Geoff, that color in your cheeks is as nice of a sight as your rear." His smile broadened. "And that is a damn fine sight." "Vince--" he sputtered, "what are you--why are you looking?!" "How can I not look?" Vincent shrugged. "At least I have not tripped over a rock on the trail." He winked as Geoff's jaw dropped. "I did trip over a rock! Honest!" "I believe you." "Good. 'cause it's the truth." "Geoff," "Yeah?" "You cannot tell a lie to save your life." Geoff huffed - Vincent was right. "Fine; I'll admit it. I was staring at you, okay?" "I know." "...oh." Geoff stared down at his feet before meeting Vincent's gaze again. "I'm... I'm not subtle, am I?" "Oh, no, you are." Geoff's pierced eyebrow rose. "You are as subtle as an elephant charging through a china shop." Vincent laughed loudly as Geoff huffed and walked away.

He didn't make it very far before he felt Vincent's hand on his arm. He looked over his shoulder and flushed as Vincent kissed his cheek before walking past him. "Vince--" "Enjoy the view, Geoff. I know the way." The elf winked as he took the lead...

The two men stared up at the massive waterfalls, watching the mists as they sparkled in the dappled sunlight. "I love it here," Geoff said as he shoved his hands in his pockets. "It always makes me happy." "I am glad." Vincent stood with his shoulder almost touching Geoff's. He looked down at the elf and swallowed hard. Vincent was so beautiful...

"Vince?" "Yes?" "I..." He turned and met Vincent's gaze "Geoff?"

Geoff's calloused fingers traced through Vincent's hair as his palm came to rest on his cheek. He let his thumb brush over the crooked smile as his heart hammered within his chest.

I love you.

He closed the distance between their bodies as he pressed a gentle kiss onto Vincent's forehead. He felt Vincent leaning into him. "Kiss me," the elf whispered. "Please." Geoff licked his lips and nodded. His eyes closed as he gently guided Vincent's face up to meet his. Their lips met, a simple press, as Vincent's arms slid around Geoff's waist. Geoff pulled Vincent closer as he slowly deepened the kiss.

The tip of his tongue shyly met Vincent's. He knew that Vincent was holding back for his sake, but he could feel the elf's desire - just as he knew Vincent could feel his own.

His shyness lasted only a moment more before he tangled a hand into Vincent's hair with desperate fervor. Vincent was here, in his arms, kissing him. His body was screaming for more. His hand slid down Vincent's back and towards his--

Geoff pulled away from the elf as quickly as if he had been electrocuted. He heard the distance voices of other hikers over the roar of the water. He stared at Vincent and felt his cheeks darken in shame and embarrassment. Geoff opened his mouth to apologize before sighing and shaking his head.

Without a word, Geoff turned and continued down the trail...

The pair walked in near-silence back to Vincent's car. Geoff dropped heavily down into the passenger seat and stared out the window as Vincent pulled out of the parking lot. He still couldn't bring himself to look at Vincent, all but convinced that the elf hated him. He would've; he was shy, embarrassed, angry and downright ashamed of himself and his feelings for the elf. He knew he shouldn't be, but knowing didn't do a damn thing to fix the decades of internalized hatred... "Stupid..." Geoff whispered. "What?" "Shit. Sorry. Not you, just," he sighed. "I'm stupid." "Geoff--" "No, Vince. I am. I'm stupid. I mean, how could I not be?" "I do not--" "I like you so much it scares me and I know you like me, too. Hell, you're throwing yourself at me and I can't even kiss you!" "This is your--" "No--" "No." Vincent frowned. "No, Geoff. Shut your mouth and listen to me." The elf's lips were set in a thin line. "You are not stupid. You are shy and, as much as I hate the phrase, you are still in the closet. Just because I am out does not mean that you have to immediately out yourself! From what you have told me, this is an entirely new experience for you. Of course it will take time for you to adjust." He drove through the park gates. "As for my throwing myself at you, I want you to know that I like you and that it is okay for you to like me, too." Another pointed glance. "But apparently the message is still not getting across, because you keep running away with your tail between your legs!"

Geoff found himself blanching - for several reasons. Did Vincent know--no, he couldn't know. How could he? How-- "Vince, what the fuck?" "What?" Vincent nearly snapped. "I..." Geoff rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, shit. It sounds like that's been building up for a while." "It has." "Oh..." He shifted uneasily in the seat. "Can I ask you something?" "Go ahead" "Do you," he bit his lip, "will you, um..." "Just say it." "...never mind." He sighed. "But, could we make plans for another date? I wanna keep seeing you."

Geoff found himself blinking as Vincent pulled off to the side of the road and parked his car.

Turning in his seat, Vincent stared at Geoff with narrowed grey eyes. "Geoff, I have to say, sometimes you are downright infuriating." "What?" "The only way I could make it any clearer about how much I like you would be for me to shout it with a bullhorn!" "Please don't." "Then stop assuming I do not want to see you!" "...Okay." He stared down at his hands before looking up to the elf. "So, uh... would it look bad on me if I asked you if you wanted to make out--MMF!"

He felt Vincent's hands on either side of his head as the elf quickly closed the distance between their lips. Vincent's tongue ran along Geoff's lips before gaining purchase into his mouth. Geoff's eyes closed as he let himself act on instinct...

The pair separated after several long moments.

Geoff was smiling almost dreamily as he sank back into the seat, subconsciously licking his own lips as Vincent resumed driving. "You really like me, huh?" "Geoff?" "Yeah?" "You are an idiot." "Yeah... but I'm cute." "Painfully." Vincent laughed. "Yes. I like you, Geoff. I like you quite a bit." "Want to get dinner tomorrow?" "I would love to." "Cool." Geoff closed his eyes and found himself blushing as Vincent's hand found his own...

[yccnsikk]

( YOU and ME, we made a vow; for better or for worse. I can't believe you LET ME DOWN, but the proof's in the way it HURTS. )   ———  task 001. character questionnaire sheet

general info

full name: yeo yoonsik nickname(s): n/a! gender & pronouns: he/him/they/them sexual & romantic orientation: demiromantic/demisexual age & dob: october 1st, 1992; 24 y/o birthplace/hometown: seoul, south korea parents/siblings: older sister, unnamed, mother & father astrological sign: libra dominant hand: right handwriting style: choppy, lazy language(s) known/spoken: korean religion: none current living arrangements: one bedroom apartment occupation/major: receptionist at the clinic

appearances

picture reference: 1 2 3 blood type: A+ nationality: korean skin tone/color: light tanned birthmarks & scars: ( everyone has a birthmark? ) but n/a! height: 182 cm build: 65 kg; pretty slimmed down hair color: blonde hair length: down to ears eye color: brown eye shape: downset parallel (i looked up a chart ok) diet: mediocre; he doesnt eat healthy but he doesnt eat unhealthy, he’s very much a neutral eater exercise & level of fitness: he doesnt work out much, tbh how’s their posture ( or lack thereof )? he slouches sometimes, but not enough to do any damage typical style of dress: casual(ish?), usually, nothing too dressy unless he is going to work; but he likes to look flashy if he’s going out to the bar or somewhere he needs to look expensive for ( 1 2 3 ) body modifications: besides a few tattoos and some piercings, nothing really

body language and mannerisms

how does your muse walk? usually with his hands in his pockets, his eyes shifty and his body a little slouched. if he is wearing a hat, he likes to keep his head down. how does your muse talk? it depends; usually he talks with a very dull-ish tone, but if he’s comfortable around you, he exaggerates his words, sighs a lot, let’s his hands help him talk what accent/dialect does your muse talk with? ( i googled this one? ), gyeonggie dialect how high (or low) is the tone of their voice? are they loud or quiet? low tone, quiet spoken what is their laugh like? shit, yoonsik’s laugh is probably like? short, sweet, and he usually doesnt laugh so hearing it would be like waking up on christmas morning. how does your muse typically smell? usually like cigarette smoke, but when he doesnt smell like that he probably smells like that first whiff you get when you walk into the doctor’s office what kind of air do they carry? are they intimidating? a broadening kind of air, he gives off that leave me alone vibe that often allows him to remain in the background. as for intimidating? probably to some people.

psychology

what makes your muse happiest? poetry, the nurses at the clinic, smoking, wine what upsets them the most? his parents, cocky folks, deep conversations does your muse have any quirks? uh, i dont think he does tbh… what are their hobbies? how frequent do/can they do them? he likes to write poetry mostly, and draw a little, but he mostly enjoys smoking (not a hobby ig but), reading magazines, shopping, taking walks through the city, and he does them often, to be honest, because he has nothing better to do with his life do they have any guilty pleasures? fruit flavored wines/vape, also clothes/shoes that make him look like a million bucks is your muse an extrovert? an introvert? neither? introvert for sure do they have high or low self-esteem? what about confidence? low self-esteem & confidence are they easily stressed? how do they respond to stress? he’s not, actually, because he doesn’t really give a fuck about a lot of things in life. very few things make his stomach turn. what is your muses worst fear? forever being that mistake what is your muses biggest dream? probably to just live a happy life he’s proud of. is your muse an early riser? a night owl? early riser; he likes the sunrise.. how intelligent is your muse? do they acknowledge it? he’s dumb as fuck y’all ... and he knows it what is their sense of humour like? he’s okay, not really funny but i feel like everyone has their humorous moments

relationship tendencies

what’s their sexual orientation? what about romantic? he is demiromantic/demisexual, and for those who dont know what it means, it basically means he has to be REALLY attached to you in order to fall for you/want to have sex with you. it’s because of his apathetic behavior. are they currently in any sexual or romantic relationships? uh, no, he isn’t! what is their experience with relationships? he’s only ever had one relationship, which was with wonjae who he dated for a long time before the two of them called it quits on a bunch of misunderstandings. he has had a few crushes in the past, although it’s not sure if even liked those girls for more than what was between their legs ( it sounds so horrible but it’s true ) how does your muse view the idea of friends with benefits? have they ever had one, or would they ever? honestly, yoonsik wouldn’t care as much as other people might… he would be up for it, but again, he has to be really into the person before he does anything with them anyway sex, is it important to your muse? very much so, tbh what are their biggest turn on and turn offs? oh ok uh… yoonsik probably would be into slut shaming, pain in almost any form, but also very vanilla sex and body worshipping, while he wouldn’t be into bondage, gagging, and any other type of shaming/bringing someone down during sex .. idk this one is hard to think about does your muse find it easy to make friends? not at all, actually how important is friendship to them? not that important tbh quantity or quality of friends? quality! how important is family? he couldn’t give a flying fuck about his family oops are they close to their family? why or why not ? he isn’t, because he caught his mom admitting that he was only a mistake and was never supposed to be born, and his parents worshipped his sister while putting yoonsik on the back burner. basically, his bio summary was that he got into fights because he was neglected at home and now he carries the weight of not being good enough around with him everywhere he goes.

headcanons

001. yoonsik is not religious because he just feels like there’s no point to a religion, he was never raised on one 002. relationships are not something yoonsik is very into after his last one ended, mainly because he isn’t over his ex boyfriend and he doesn’t feel good enough anyway 003. he is also very rarely overly attracted to someone anyway, which is why he is unaffected by the way the nurses at the clinic talk to him 004. he has smoked almost anything he could get his hands on, but he is doing well not to get addicted to anything besides cigarettes 005. despite what people may think, he does still keep in contact with his parents, but with nothing more than them sending him money every now and then on special occasions 006. but he does not keep in contact with his sister at all 007. yoonsik doesn’t have his driver's license, permit, or anything like that. he gets around town via the bus or walking 008. holidays that people would normally spend with family, yoonsik spends alone, or with his employees from the clinic through holiday parties at the office 009. he has no social media besides snapchat 010. he listens to a lot of music in general, but he prefers indie and acoustic music 011. he wears reading glasses, although the only time you will see him with them on is either at work or when he is writing

[yasuo-the-unforgiven]

SHIPPING INFO // Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog. REPOST. Don’t reblog.

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?:   :^) I feel like if I don’t say it everyone will be clueless. Seriously speaking, Graves/Yasuo was funny enough the first thing I drew after Yasuo was released. But back then I never considered it too much outside of an aesthetically pleasing pair. I spent years really without having a strong opinion (positive) on any Yasuo pair. I never had any OTP - even the Jayce one, some of my older followers might remember. I tried to like it/ship it but truth be told it felt forced and what kept it alive was the relation I had with the mun for the Jayce blog. So yeah, after that was over with I came back to the Graves/Yas and Ireally started to dig into it and realizing how good it was, but I never had one prior to it. It’s the only pair I wholeheartedly appreciate for him and that I can call an OTP.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?:   Hmmm... as a general rule, it depends on the character. Each character gives me a different vibe and with it comes different ideas. Generally speaking, I enjoy to RP bonding moments - weave the moments in which the characters start to build a relationship. Slow but with a burning intensity. I think it comes with Yasuo as a character, but the image of him finding solace in another, to feel safe and be able to open up about his past, the overflow of bottled up emotions and possibly a break down always gets me weak on my knees. Because Yasuo is not a character who does that sort of thing usually. Yasuo bends and avoids, not because he is running from his past or he doesn’t accept it, but rather he doesn’t feel like letting people see him vulnerable or allowing them too close to begin with. His is one hard shell to crack. There was only once I had him speak in depth of his past with someone else - and the experience of reward, of having him feel like he can open up to said person, to make himself so vulnerable is a bliss. For sure one of the best experiences I had.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?: Well, pedophilia is a big no no. Other than that so long as the age gap isnt overwhelmingly glaring, I think its fine.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?:   I used to be less when I started, truth be told. Also for the fact I mentioned, I didn’t exactly had that ship that sparkled too much. As the years went by and I started to feel a bit more defensive on the shipping scene (at least regarding my own muse), I think Im now very selective. Not that I get many proposals to begin with haha.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NS.FW?: Uhm... I guess whenever there is sexual conotation to the text. That doesn’t necessarily means clothes off. When writing sex and intimacy I tend to be as descriptive (if not more) as I am in any of my roleplays. I think I will put in a read more at the moment I have to write something is growing within his pants (or out, depending on his states of undress), which considering the lack of intimate human contact he experiences, I would say it doesnt delay to happen at all.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?: Well, the only one I used to ship with more because of the mun was Jayce. That was pre Piltover’s new lore and honestly I’m way past that one so... yeah no one.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:   Yeah. I’m not one to jump in on ships with a blindfold on - or anything else for that matter unless they are casual and not serious reaction RPs. If you shove a ship down my throat without my consent, my reaction will be likely ignoring you. It’s always respectful to ask before anything - and here I am not saying this is the same as having your muse flirting. I know very well the line between shoving and otherwise. If we are having a thread and your muse hits on mine, you are still giving me the chance to say ‘no’ IC. Thats fine. The problem is when the person treats me as if we were ship partners/draws our muses together as a ship/tags me in ship pictures without my approval. Please don’t do that.

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?:   Uhh... its a vague question. I will do my ship fanart here and then. I appreciate it quite a lot. Roleplay wise? Its a thing but its not what I am all about. I havent really done ship RP in a while - and here not talking about the casual smut. I’m speaking about actual bonding. And bonding not as in - two people in a bed being cheesy and fluffy. I mean... peril, partnership, adventure, camaraderie and all that good stuff. I don’t see Yasuo in an overly fluffy situation full of cheesy lines with anyone - specially with Graves. I see romance, yes. I see caressing, exchange of looks, coy smiles and all the things present in a romantic relationship, sure but first and foremost, I see friends and I see the way these two characters are. Good friends, drinking together, having a good time, coping with each other’s misery, being independent and conceding each other space without giving the other crap if they walk away for some time. They are both very ‘down to business’ men and I dont think they are too big on the romantic side of things. The ‘I love you’s would be conveyed more through actions and small gestures than anything else.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?: No, I am singleship.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?: Depends on whats considered ship obsessed. If thats for feeling the need to ship all the time, no. If that means having very strong opinions about shipping with your muse, then yes.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:   Uhh... well outside of my own? I enjoy some others like Rakan/Xayah, Ashe/Tryn (this one is adorable tbh I love both ashe and tryn as characters), Tal/Riv, Jarvan/Shy, Tali/Ekko (so long as its platonic). Thats to name a few, there are some others I enjoy but might be forgetting.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:   Communication is key. I wouldn’t mind to be asked about it. Approaching me about it is a good enough first step. The rest I can’t honestly give you a formula - what I value above everything on a ship partner is meaning and commitment (not to an absurd extent, of course - this is meant to be for fun). I think it’s awful when you feel like you’re the only one working on your ship, that you’re the only one making content and the whole thing feels one sided. So what I appreciate the most is when the person shows me they are excited about it, when they ‘bug me’ about ideas they have, plots and... you know, that sort of stuff. And of course, I will be sure to do the same.

tagged by: @exfury - aka, the salty rivin

tagging: Uhhh... maybe @wanderingcigar, @rinidinger, @uncle-touchy-lich, @ionianlightning, @crystals-angel and whoever else feels like doing it haha idk Im super shy to tag people I dont talk with too often.

[fullmoonfireball]

OC Recap-thingy???

hecc i put this off for too long 

i dont really know what that anon meant when they requested this, but i hope this’ll do (readmore bc this is gonna be Long)

Crinoline Parisa

Ribbon’s mom

where’s her husband??? we just dont know

she’s doing her Best™ to be a good mom to Ribb

Lace Parisa

Mirror World!Ribbon

an edgy lil shit

very grumpy

why have i never posted a coloured pic of her

Shadeleine Walsh

Mirror World!Adeleine

Probably the OC I fiddle the most with.

She has a really strong Texan accent for some reason??? I don't know why I gave her it

Takes magic lessons from Wiz( that magician guy that no one seems to remember/care about?). As it turns out, their brand of magic is not anything she can pull off.

Works as their assistant sometimes... Even if it can be slightly terrifying because of their methods (their magic lets them make the tricks a bit more than just illusions). Shaddy has gotten cut in half (or more parts) more times than she cares to count.

Actually more interested in drama, but she's taken what she got.

She's good friends with Shadow Kirby! They hang out a lot!

Her name used to be Shado. And yes, that IS pronounced the way it looks like it is. She hated it.

Owns an oversized magenta sweater and wears it at ever chance she gets. Wiz hates it.

there wasn’t originally another character in this picture what are you talking about

Shadow Marx (left)

Mirror World!Marx (no duh)

Mild insomniac. He hates it.

Just wants to sleep, like any other noddy.

Dating Mirror Magolor

May or may not have kept him up with his late-night thoughts a few times.

Syzzle (right)

Mirror World!Gryll

Doesn't care about Star Stacker (or any similar game) in the slightest.

A complete NERD

Probably owns a library or something

Theatra (left)

Mirror World!Claycia

Complete drama queen

Which is good, because she's an actress.

Gay as hell for Shadow Elline

she’s supposed to have horns like Claycia, but I forgot them in this picture

Shadow Elline (right)

Mirror World!Elline (what a shock)

An inkbrush fairy-thing

Writes most (if not all) of Theatra's stuff

Gay as hell for Theatra

the ‘straight man’ of the duo, despite being neither straight nor a man

Mirror Magolor

Mirror World!Magolor (obviously)

An anxious little negg (nerd egg)

A cinnamon roll (unlike his counterpart)

Protect him

Knows nothing about where he came from

Dating Shadow Marx

Slightly annoyed by how much he keeps him up. But he stops rambling... eventually.

More info on him can be found here

Rose Symyva (left) and Violet Larivi (right)

They're married

Rose is pretty chill, Vi's a bit more eccentric.

Don't insult Violet unless you want to face Rose's wrath (which you don't).

I don't know much about them yet, they're mostly just designs.

Typhiste Nirymsu

DEAD (GOOD RIDDANCE)

He was An Ass

Dated Magolor at one point.

Used to be a prince (now he's just dead)

LEMME SMASH

Echo

Also dead, but less so.

Died from electrocution.

Doesn't remember anything about her life, which distresses her.

When she was alive her name was Iris

Updated version of one of my first Kirby OCs 

Niaviri Taysin

Also dead (for real this time)

A good little egg

Was a florist!

v gay with Odalania

Tislora Altryb 

Mags’ mom

v sweet egg

maiden name is ‘Azaress’

was closer to her son than Aparctias was

idk what else to say about her

Aparctias Altryb

Mags’ dad

firm, but kind

taught the egg most of what he knows about magic out of family tradition

also got him started on learning English

Hynwari (left) and Sanfyria (right) Rimaddim

only exist in the Popa AU

super dead, even in the AU 

both of them are Very Short (Sanfyria especially). they could make Meta Knight look like he’s average height

Popopo (the green half of Kirby)’s parents

she’s supposed to have speckles i just forgot them in the original pic

they were specifically targeted to be killed just so their son could be taken from them by Nightmare

Hazel Pesyphomia (left) and Amelia Evitheth-Pesyphomia (right)

MARRIED

Adopted a certain artist as their child.They love that noodle-orb a lot

Amy would absolutely fight you if you were to insult her wife or her kid.

Were honestly really scared the first time one off their kid's drawings came to life

Twila

You know her. She's the one with all of those scarfies.

Spoils those little beasts

Was actually supposed to be trained as a Spynum, not a Simirror, but was more interested in magic than archery.

Lives mostly-alone in the woods.

Amicia Tyopt

technically that’s not actually her in that picture but let’s look past that

as implied above, her body was stolen by sectonia (shown above)

idk anything about her personality yet tbh

Osgifu Amata 

handmaiden moth, in more ways than one

worked for Sectonia Way Back When

deceased

Eglantine Cujoi

Into™ gals

first body stolen by Sectonia

deceased in both body and mind

Kimiko

anime-verse oc

demon beast

just read this it’s got all you’ll need to know about her

Jordan (the one with the spear) and Coral (on top of Jordan)

BWD's siblings

Jordan is their older brother, Coral their younger sister.

He works as one of Dedede's guards. She's too young to work.

Jordan's a little jealous about Taylor (BWD) outranking him, but he's proud of them at the same time.Coral is a little ball of energy.

They were the other Waddle Dees in Dream Collection's intro, and the sleeping Dees with the eye implants next to Bandanna Dee in Robobot( in the modern train level I think?).

Odalania 

Dead

Really freaking good at magic

Lean Bean

Worked for Typhiste's family

Gay™ with Niaviri

also has a casual clothes ref

Magolor (not that one)

yes, every other time ‘Magolor’ has been mentioned I was referring to canon one. i call this one Old Magolor/Classic Magolor/etc. for simplicity

this is who canon mags named himself after

Old and Dead

one of the lor’s previous captains

lorlor

Cymboria Taysin

niaviri’s younger sister

she’s the bigger one

very sweet

good at magic

likes to travel 

often brings foreign flowers back to nia!

Morastrum Altryb/Nirymsu

doesnt exist in the mainverse

a Good Lil Girl

... even if her dads (mags and ty) are both Asses

last name depends on if Typhiste is alive or not

likes sweet foods

Myrdinia

mirror world!drawcia

an automaton made by wiz 

speech has a Low Quality Garble

incredibly bitter over the loss of her sister

always has at least 5 throwing knives on her

Glorious Nebula

really old 

their language shows their age 

how are they still functioning

no one’s really sure how they lost that quarter of their face

used to have one of those shooting star decorations, but it got broken off at some point i totally didnt just forget it

??? (left) 

old and dead

one of the ancients

married to garulin, was very happy with her

probably worked a lot on the clockwork stars, but did help with other artifacts as well

pleasant guy, but not really anything special if you ignore his place in history

Drusorig (middle)

also old and dead

another one of the ancients

i don’t have a proper ref for him, but there is this

he has dark fur, for all that matters

i dont trust him

very strong magic

the master crown was his own personal project

he didn’t trust anyone else with it so i think you can imagine who the subject of his experiments with it was.

destroyed most of the evidence of his experiments before his death so no one would know about them

it worked

Volzavair (right)

also also old and dead

guess who’s also one of the ancients (it’s him)

actually has a proper ref

SHORT

gay, but ended up marrying a woman out of convenience and desire for offspring

relatively weak magic, specialized in technology

worked on the Lor Starcutter, but died before it was completed

his oldest kid probably finished it

Kyneriun Snekell

press ‘f’ to pay respects

sweet pastel boy

loves baking

a little younger than magolor

Dalindia Nirymsu

dead

was queen regnant

could be a pretty strict ruler, but tried to be a just ruler

her husband is dead(er?)

ty’s mom

tried to keep him in line

Tiltaii

i’m not even sure if that should be their name but i’ll just... roll with it

theyre nonbinary

a literal doodlebug (pillbug artist)

painted these portraits

doesnt have any magical abilities unless floating their hands counts

bought Paintra from Paint Roller, and was... pretty surprised, to say the least when she suddenly came to life

regardless of their surprise, they’re trying to take good care of her

???

a honey bee

runs a cafe

very polite, but not a pushover

more or less a design with a few ideas attached at this point

Garulin

married to the unnamed green ancient

technically one of the ancients but not commonly acknowledged as one

pretty good at magic

mostly worked with the artifacts’ ‘mind’s, both through programming and magic

Shadow Sectonia

mirror world!sectonia (what a shock)

floralian jewel wasp

accidentally ended up corrupting other world!sectonia by having too much contact with her

naturally a wasp. hasn’t stolen anyone’s body

she’s too nice to do that

dead. actually got murdered around the same time her counterpart died

spoilery elements below (don’t worry he’s the last OC here)

Shadow Taranza

mirror world!taranza (who would’ve guessed)

overly-loyal

like, ‘would unhesitatingly die for someone he cares about’ kind of loyal

nervous mess, even before Sectonia died. that only worsened things

he’s not okay

[legolasgoldy]

( gonna do both muses but do Finrod first since thats who the person who tagged me interacts with ;3  Main Verse will be in regular text, and Modern/Marvel In italics.)

FULL NAME: Main: Findarato/Artafinde (Artafinde is the less used of his father-names),  Ingoldo ( his mother-name). Modern/Marvel: Finrod Ingoldo Felagund OTHER NAMES: Findo ( used by family/cousins/lover( Makalaure, but still a cousin so..)), Finda ( used by parents), Felagund, Nóm, Nómin TITLE: King of Nargothrond, Prince of the Noldor, Hewer of Caves AGE: Main: Can be anywhere up to roughly 2300 the age around when we died, unless through au in which he would be reborn.  Modern/Marvel: Can be anywhere from 7-30s depending on type of thread. GENDER:  Male SEXUALITY: Bisexual/Demisexual ORIGIN: Main: Tirion, Valinor Modern/Marvel: Maine, US CURRENT LOCATION:  Main: Depends on thread but I’ll say Nargothrond. Modern/Marvel: Depends on thread, could be southern US ( havent decided which state yet) or New York. NATIONALITY: Main: Noldorin, Half Teleri? Hopefully that answers the question, Modern/Marvel: American but his parents are english so he sort of talks English anyway. ETHNICITY:  Caucasian SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Main: Quenya, Telerin, Sindarin, Taliska(What the race of Man spoke), Dwarvish, etc. He literally just learns everything. Modern/Marvel: English and as many languages as he can get reading materials to learn. RELIGION: Main: I dont know what to say for middle earth? They have Eru and the Valar and those are their “Gods”, Modern/Marvel: Christian? HEIGHT:  Main: 6′1″, Modern/Marvel: Depends on age but still ends up 6′1″. BODY TYPE: Same for all verses/aus. Well toned, Muscular but not overly so. Very pretty round butt lol XD, Body claim pictured here be warned its a lil nsfw but nothing shows. EYES:  Light-ish Emerald Green TATTOOS: None PIERCINGS:  His ears in all aus/verses. In Main verse he wears dangly earrings, In Modern/Marvel he wears studs of all sizes but usually bigger ones. EDUCATIONAL BACKGROUND: tbh im not sure in main verse, he was just taught the general things and then later he pursued music. Modern/Marvel: grade school, highschool, Xavier Institute, and in regular modern he goes to a lot of music oriented colleges. SOCIAL MEDIA: N/A SMOKING: Never DRINKING: Main: He likes drinking wine with dinner and at formal events. Modern/Marvel: As an adult he likes drinking wine with dinner here as well. DRUGS: Never ATHLETICS: Hes open to trying anything at least once HOBBIES: Writing music, singing, playing music, Learning, Exploring, Journaling, drawing/painting plants and animals for his journals. VIRGIN: No. In Main he lost his with his beloved Makalaure around...his 200s i think the age was. Modern/Marvel: Lost it at 16 with Makalaure In Marvel bc of reasons, and in regular Modern he loses it around 19-20s with Makalaure. FAVORITE DRINK: Tea, particularly English Breakfast FAVORITE FOOD: Link Sausage ( the only meat he eats aside from the occasional seafood), Deviled Eggs. FAVORITE MUSIC: Main: Anything Makalaure sings XD, Modern/Marvel: Yet again, anything Makalaure sings and classical, but he loves any music that speaks to him no matter what Genre. CLOTHING STYLE: Main: Very fancy. He wears a lot of greens in any shade/tint. He wears, golds, whites, yellows, and blues sometimes too. His tunics have intricate embroidery of various things, can be random swirls, vines, flowers, etc. Tunics can be shorter horse riding attire or longer. He doesnt particularly like super long robes though, he prefers shorter tunics ( like knee length and higher) with formal cloaks type covers that drag behind him. Usually wears pretty embroidered boots that match his outfit. Findo’s closet is hugee. He always wears jewelry, earrings, necklaces, rings, headdresses, the works! He tries to be casual sometimes but thats basically just a necklace, rings, and earrings. Modern Marvel: He will nottt wear blue jeans. Its just not his cup of tea, he doesnt like having to match his shirts with blue pants plus he doesnt like the thickness of some kinds of jeans.  He’ll wear different color jeans, just not thick, coarse, blue jean material. He prefers that sort of fabric that resembles jeans but is lighter/thinner different fabric, and a bit more flexible/ semi-stretch.  Findo will wear any color pants that suit his fancy, particularly greens, light greys, whites, beiges, etc.  He doesnt like pants that are too loose or too tight, so they are an in between, straight legged pants. Button up shirts are his favorite, in any color that he likes ( never black). Sometimes if he cant find any shirts with embroidery on it he’ll embroider some things on the cuffs and collar. But he did find a white button up shirt with green leaves embroidered onto the collar and cuffs once at the store and thats where he got the idea, and that shirt has forever been his favorite. Always wears his stud earrings.  His shoes are typically a type of dress shoe in various colors, black, brown, green suede, blue suede, etc.  ( all of this excludes when he is a child in the 1970s * cough cough* green corduroy bell bottoms,  and  teenager in the 1980s lol lord help his sense of fashion then, bright colors everywhere X’D) UNDERWEAR TYPE: Main: Doesnt wear any, Modern/Marvel: He’ll wear briefs, and short boxer briefs in rich blues and greens. He would not be caught dead in actual boxers. TAGGED BY: @blind-mutant TAGGING: @mikhailvalhidris, @minstrelmaglor, @truesanguinesoul, @i-dream-of-oceans, @driftinglightofthewoods, @castoutbymyown, @atorturedsoul, @youcancallmepietro, @first-son-of-finwe, @eclairegrey, @artaresto  ( Tagged a few new followers so you feel included! ;D Feel free not to, i know thats a ton to fill out XD).

Phillip’s form is filled out under the cut  to save space ;D

FULL NAME: Phillip Chevalier OTHER NAMES: Phil TITLE: N/A AGE: 28 GENDER:  Male SEXUALITY: Homosexual ORIGIN: France CURRENT LOCATION: America, US ( not sure which state, it really just changes to fit threads) NATIONALITY: French ETHNICITY:  Caucasian SPOKEN LANGUAGES: French, English, Can speak a little Spanish hes just not the best at it he only knows small things he learned in school the rest he forgot. RELIGION: Catholic/ Christian altho not strictly catholic or anything, he just went to catholic churches as a child occasionally when his Mama and Papa wanted to pray so those kind of churches are what hes most comfortable in as far as churches go. It would be weird for him to go into a church and there not be a candle to light. HEIGHT:  5′8″ BODY TYPE:  Its so difficult to explain XD Pictured Here EYES:  Blue-Green. Bright green towards the pupil and blue-green towards the outside of the iris. TATTOOS: None (but he does get a tiny little Pooh Bear on his hip in some aus.) PIERCINGS:  None EDUCATIONAL BACKGROUND: L' Ecole Primaire (Elementary/Primary school), Le Collège (Junior High), Le Lycée ( Highschool), And YEARS of medical school. SOCIAL MEDIA: Probably facebook and maybe twitter SMOKING: Never DRINKING: OOOO never to excess unless hes gonna be off for a few days but even then he doesnt get drunk often bc he doesnt like the feeling. But he LOVES mixing drinks and having nice fruity drinks in moderation. DRUGS: Never ATHLETICS: He hikes, goes to the gym, and yoga HOBBIES: Reading, Spending time with friends, collecting bears.. etc.. VIRGIN: Nope, lost it around 19 with his first boyfriend Axel. FAVORITE DRINK: Hot chocolate. FAVORITE FOOD: Caramel Corn, lobster, crab, really likes creme brulee too. FAVORITE MUSIC: Alot of french music, just various genres. Same for American music, it just depends on what sounds best to him. He doesnt like American rap that much because its too fast to understand. CLOTHING STYLE: A lot of soft fabrics. Phil will try to always wear v-neck shirts to keep the fabric from touching his neck much, it makes him itch and get all splotchy. Jeans and other types of pants, he really doesnt mind as long as they are comfortable and look nice on him. He usually dresses casual in jeans and v-neck t-shirts with a stylish but comfy coat. Especially really soft pea coats he loves those, or any double buttoned coat really. Phil has a weakness for soft ugg moccasins, or short regular uggs, He loves wearing them but he does wear dress shoes when he needs to dress up for date night or something. In the winter he loves wearings soft scarves, hats and gloves. UNDERWEAR TYPE: Seamless, stretchy, black, shorts. They are super short though, kinda like booty shorts XD

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In town for a bit on business, he wants to have some casual fun. 5 inches and THICK- his emphasis. Hes at the top end of length for my preference, but self describing it as thick got my attention. Sometimes theres just an instant connection or chemistry, drawing you in so fast with a new person you just kind of dance around the usual screening process.

Described his cock as 7. Average height, better than average build, green eyes. Hes my age, 31, but with the right combination of personality and body- I can look past it. Gimme that thick dick. This Ginger was respectful and straight to the point from the get-go on Plenty of Fish. Hes former Army- he had a pic up in his dress uniform. He sends me his number, we text briefly, and make the plan to meet that same day.

I appreciated his ability to be direct without being rude or vulgar. I like em young and hung! Also, I give it a 95% hes well endowed- orange is the new Black. At no point did he ask for nudes, or ask endless intimate questions- I give it a 50/50 chance of being a satisfactory encounter given our lack of communication beforehand, but I cant resist a Ginger to save my life.

He passed with flying colors. Im telling you, this isnt rocket science. I feel my lady business respond immediately. In our very brief texting we went over our Dos and Donts, as well as both agreeing we like aggressive AND passionate sex. Dont ever forget that.

The way hes kissing me I can already tell this will likely be a very good encounter. " Its early afternoon, what a great way to spend it. Upon his arrival I am freshly showered, bed is made, and Im wearing t-shirt that says "MEETS OR EXCEEDS EXPECTATIONS. He sits next to me, we awkwardly exchange hellos, and then he moves right in to kissing me. Not overly eager, not sloppy, makes you want it right meow.

Hes not pushing my body down while shoving his tongue down my throat. He starts lifting up my shirt after pawing me and groping for the goodies- having discovered my nipples are pierced and briefly sucking them, its time for layers to come off.

He peels his layers off as Im taking mine off and comes right back to mauling me so expertly I couldnt resist. Hes kissing me like hes excited to see me, and hes real good at it. Hes maneuvering me onto my back while he takes a top position.

Moving his head lower he pulls my panties off but with such reckless abandon theyre still on my left leg. Good kissers are also known to be good lovers, from my observation. Youre taking your clothes off, too. I dont recognize the alphabet hes writing, maybe its Spanish.

The moment he kisses my thighs its all over. His eagerness to put his mouth on my slit is palpable. He didnt just dive face first into my nonsense salad- first he ran his tongue up my outer labia on both sides and it felt soft and gentle and GIVE ME MORE. Fuck God sounds totally different when Im cumming and yelling nonsense. Right around now is where I learned Im actually bilingual, but whatever language I was stuttering out can only be whispered or shouted; theres no in between.

Oh my god hes licking my asshole- I have sex Tourettes. Do you think Jesus and God can tell youre not swearing AT them? he pushes my legs up and licks up and down, then just down. I can barely take it, stretched to maximum capacity for comfort, and even then hes mildly uncomfortably large. And it consists mostly of very short, hostile sounding 4 letter words.

DONT STOP, DONT STOP, DONT STOP. Once he was done tracing and teasing I felt the warm, wet touch of his whole mouth open around my clitoris, moving his tongue in ways I cant imagine or describe. Holding my body close to his and pushing his hips up into me, my limbs instinctively wrap around him like a slutty octopus. His length is perfectly spot on- any longer and he just wouldve www.abby winters.com been too much.

GOD DAMN YOU HAVE A BIG DICK. Pushing my limits for size, I question if my lungs have enough room to inflate fully while hes all the way inside. Id put him right around 7 inches in length, my preference being 6.

With my pelvis lifted to the right level, hed shove his tongue in me as my insides start to contract with the orgasm. Literally cumming on his tongue. For sure hes wearing the biggest condom commercially manufactured, or a trash bag. My hips would buck but his arms would find their way around them and hold them in place, while my legs stretched upward trying to walk on the ceiling. We didnt transition out of missionary, he sat up and spread my legs wide while plunging into me with force and conviction.

He rolls on a condom and pushes himself inside me- my eyes rolled back so far I saw memories from my childhood. I sound maybe like a dying rabbit as my fingers pull his short hair and hold his head firmly in place. I didnt keep count, I was much too busy screaming his praises to the Gods.

He gets his and we collapse away from each other. As soon as I begin to cum, back go the legs, down goes the head, and hed ride my climax on his face. When I would start to climax, hed withdraw quickly and push my legs up around my head. He puts his underwear back on and Im guessing hes leaving now, sad times, but then he hops back onto the bed and I take the opportunity to snuggle up into his armpit and touch on his body while I bask in the afterglow.

He does this for every single orgasm. Im wrapped around him and mostly content. I cant get my mouth around it right, my hand doesnt wrap around it. Its awkward to handle, do I need a license? I feel like my certs are out of date because this newfangled cocktraption is just outside of my scope of experience.

Good Lord, who taught you to do that? I gift him my mouth because hes more than earned it. I could definitely go for more, but hes not some 20-something with endless stamina. He pounds away at me from different positions, I like him behind me because I like his stroke and how he braces himself by holding my hips down. Clearly he gets most of his satisfaction from pleasing his lady.

Im not going to argue, and somebody has been listening to my thoughts and dreams again because this man was made in a fucking lab just for me. The sun goes down around 4pm right now so thats not a good indicator either. what even is time, man. Im amused I come across that way- Im all about those afterglow cuddles.

Between our rounds we break for cuddles and snuggles- he confesses he assumed, from my profile on PoF, that he was to go after the first round and I wasnt much for affection or cuddling afterward. He enjoys the cuddles too, and doesnt like to just leave after a hookup unless thats her preference. Please me you thick dick Georgia peach!

Take care of your partner after you fuck them. He enjoys my head game but it just makes him want to fuck me. He gets off twice more and I have no idea how much time has passed. HOLD MEEEEEEEEEEE, pet my hair and tell me Im pretty. Fool I dont get to round 3 very often with men in their supposed prime, so whos more thrilled! Hes an intuitive partner and he reads my cues very well, plus he just wants to bring me all the pleasure.

Apparently he doesnt get to round 3 very often, and hes kind of thrilled about it. His size is intimidating and hes more shaped for vaginal feel goods. I like how he lays it down, and I like anal with the right partner. He admits hes never been able to have anal successfully, and I can understand why.

The way hes shaped, getting the head in is not the hard part- he gest wider towards the middle and base, like a fucking road cone. I dont doubt that hell follow my lead and respect my signals if things get too intense. The last time things started heating up Im on my belly and hes pressing the head of his monster cock on my asshole- Im doing word problems in my head about the likelihood of this being a good idea or not.

He apologizes for cumming too soon- I had to hold back my school girl giggle. He flipped me over and fucked me hard up until I told him to say my magic words. What a dear, sweet lover. He actually thought he owed me an apology after our FOURTH consecutive romp. Tell me you love fucking me. Ive got shit to do as well. 10/10 would fuck again.

I tell him point-blank Id like to see him again before he leaves, he happily agrees. We were unable to make it happen, he was just too big and we didnt do enough warmup, but I took about half of him before tapping out. He texts me asking what my plans are for the evening, as hed like abby winters galleries to grab a couple of beers and a late dinner.

Fast forward 24 hours. When posed with options like this, I always ask WHY NOT BOTH? I tell him Im going to shower and meet him at the restaurant bar near his hotel, he instructs me to bring my lube. I dont really do compromises. Or I could come over to his hotel room after and he could just fuck my brains out all night.

Maybe Id like to join him? In the time it took me to excitedly shower and keelhaul the warts off my body, my phone starts showing notifications of other interested men folk. The words fall out of his mouth and he explodes seconds later, to his own surprise. why end with a OR when theres always an AND?

He tells me I cant miss him at the restaurant bar- hes wearing a cowboy hat. (You thought that hyperlink went to the movie reference, didntcha? CANT TALK NOW, THICKEST DICK EVER WANTS TO TAKE ME TO POUND TOWN! Oh goody, I know what Im wearing later. Can honestly say hes a good one.

Test me, Ive got true grit. ) The company was great, hes fun to talk to. Cleaned up, its time for him to go he has things to do. As were leaving I ask how many Magnum XL condoms he has- he says 4. He confesses he doesnt generally have his lady spend the night because hes very affectionate and waking up next to someone hes spent the better part of the night pleasing, can lead to him having feelings.

We need to buy more, STAT. I feel like a teenager again. We talk about our kids, divorce, he tells me about his previous military experience, and what hes doing now. Rolling into Wal-Mart at that hour, with giant shit-eating grins on our faces, buying only condoms.

You think youre big, you aint big until you must have custom condoms. I get what youre saying, were gonna fool around and then I gotta GTFO. Sexy Ginger man with a good head on his shoulders and giant cock, somebody please snatch this man up quick haha or dont, and let him keep sharing that beautiful endowment with all the ladies.

Back to the hotel room, we barely make it to the bed and hes on me. Details from here are fuzzy, but he went down for ages and we fucked around in every position. Dont get it twisted; theres approximately 10 million condoms in my purse, but they wouldnt fit him. Remember, if youre hard to size on either end of the spectrum theres a UK company called TheyFit that you can enter your measurements into and theyll get you fitted with one of their 66 sizes.

We took a smoke break before trying www.abby winters yoga abby winters.com (linked site) again, and he tells me hes half Mexican. This perfect Ginger man is also a beaner. He was made just for me. While he was behind me licking and sucking my clit, shoving his tongue inside my pussy and my asshole, I hear the top of the lube bottle click. At some point I wore his Stetson when we come back inside, naked.

He positions himself at the backdoor and gently adds pressure until I whimper or tense up. Working together slowly, gently, following my vocal cues I take him to the base. Pushed to the hilt we pause. Its more than mildly uncomfortable, but if we take it slow itll feel great.

I can feel it cold and slippery, then hear him stroking it on himself. I swear to Kylie Minogue I cant make this stuff up. Im a little drunk- 3 drinks on a mostly empty stomach, Ill sit on your lap and call you Daddy if you want. He picks up the pace, we start talking dirty to each other. I have not been quiet at all during any of this, but now Im incapable of controlling the primal animal noises Im bleating into the bedding.

He was having some performance issues but was bound and determined to make sure I enjoyed our time as much as possible. I can feel him shaking a bit, hes going to cum soon. Its late, the booze and orgasms are sedating me.

Hes down close on me, wrapping his big hands around mine, entwining our fingers, crossing arms under my chin as he grinds into me. I tell him to withdraw slowly. I wake up hazily to roll over and his arms find their way around me again, hes a perfect big spoon. After several loud, amazing orgasms, he gets down close and pushes himself inside me all at once.

Rocking into me Im wrapped around him in my koala hug. Hes holding me and Im lost in it. I awake fully to him sliding down the bed, tossing my right leg over and burying his face in my morning pussy. Digging my fingers into his back and pulling his short hair, I dont want it to end. Im cold and reach for a sheet, he covers us immediately and Im back out like a light.

He slows down but hes plunging into me with the kind of force and quivering body that lets me know its now. Pushing my skirt up, pulling my panties to the side, he takes my box in his mouth and I hold on for dear life, staring up at the mirrored ceiling I get to watch myself almost cum in his mouth.

Morning sex was more passionate, and a bit briefer. Hes even kissing me with my dragon breath. We havent even hit the floor button yet. When we get to the ground floor we smoke together outside, recap our enjoyment with each other. My back hurts from how he so violently throws my legs back to eat my pussy while Im cumming, both my pussy and asshole are recovering from their respective stretching and beating, and Im walking on a broken toe.

We get dressed together, and he goes to walk me out but as soon as the elevator door closed he dropped to his knees. He tells me after two days with me, he wont be able to fuck for a week. God damn that was good. He reaches up, hits L, and continues his works. 10/10 would fuck any time. I am completely satisfied. This will happen one week from now, when he has free time again.

I scamper home to sit on frozen bags of peas, pound water, and cuddle all my pillows. tt/2i9A4Cy /u/DDfnord Link is directly to this story http://ift. This entry on my sex blog has hyperlinks, if youd like to see it in full I write on WordPress and the blog name is All The Dicks.

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KOUGAH: =He knows that it is rather late but Kougah has asked Jace if he could come over. Seeing as he is to court Jace he plans on doing it properly without missing any steps to it. He has everything he needed in a basket and now knocks. There are quite a few things he needs to start with so it's pretty loaded honestly. He's been a busy, busy boy=

JACE: -it's never too late to visit him, honestly!! he's usually awake anyhow, but he'd get out of bed just to entertain this particular guest. he eagerly opens up the door when he hears the knock and smiles brightly at his visitor.- Hi!

KOUGAH: =A cute smile on a cute boy= Hell0. Thank y0u f0r all0w1ng me 0ver. =nods to him and also... soft face touch. The affectionate one. He'd nuzzle his face but that'd probably be weird???=

JACE: -gosh... he touches kougah's hand in return before he takes it up in his own to guide him inside.- Of course... Youre always welcome over!

KOUGAH: =Yess... holds his hand= 1 apprec1ate that. 

KOUGAH: 1've als0 begun tak1ng measures t0 better pr0tect y0ur h0me as well as y0u... th0ugh t0 d0 well. 

KOUGAH: 1t 1s m0stly. The th0ught. Beh1nd 1t.

JACE: -blinks at him.- Youve been... protecting my apartment???? -what does he mean...-

KOUGAH: T0 the best 0f my ab1l1t1es. 

KOUGAH: 1've el1m1nated the p0ss1b1l1ty 0f a few phys1cal threats.... th0ugh 1 supp0se n0t very many pe0ple here have sens1t1ve n0ses. And 1 d0n't th1nk traps w001d be acceptable. Th0ugh f0r th0se wh0 may reg1ster the d0m1nate scent 0f a predat0r they w0n't trespass. 

KOUGAH: =Turns to the door then pauses..... this is one of those... temporary lodgings= 

KOUGAH: Hm.... am 1 perm1tted t0 etch runes 1nt0 y0ur d00r?

JACE: ....... - WHAT DOES HE MEAN BY DOMINANT SCENT. - 

JACE: Uhhh. 

JACE: I dont think my landlord would be okay with that........

KOUGAH: =HE IS DOMINANT AND IT IS HIS SCENT= 

KOUGAH: Hm.... 

KOUGAH: That was the preferred meth0d. But 1 als0 have th1s cl0th 1've sewn them into. 1 have c0me prepared. =Puts the basket down and offers Jace the grey cloth and it does have all sorts of symbols sewn with black thread= 

KOUGAH: =He also hands Jace a sizable tooth. It's the half the size of his forearm= Th1s 1s fr0m a k1ll 1 w1ll br1ng t0 y0u later. I'm aware humans d0n't eat raw meat s0 1'm prepar1ng 1t f0r y0u. =Yes... a good provider=

JACE: :o -he's admiring the runes on the cloth with much interest and then...- 

JACE: ... O h hhh.... Oh. Wow. Would you look at that. -takes it??? holds it in his hand???? screams internally.- 

JACE: Ummm. Thank you.  I really appreciate the effort that you went through. 

JACE: .... -mutter mumble- (But I dont...) 

JACE: (Eat meat at all...) -mumble mutter-

KOUGAH: =He has good hearing so he catches the mutter, one ear lowers and he slowly puts a wrapped parcel back into the basket and nods deeply at Jace. Wheezing internally= 0h.... 1. Am very s0rry... 

KOUGAH: 1 sh001d have 1nqu1red that bef0re. Tell1ng y0u. 

KOUGAH: Everyth1ng... 1 w1ll st1ll make use 0f the-- 

KOUGAH: Ah... 1 can. take the t00th. 1f y0u w1sh. =hhhhhh=

JACE: ........... Yes. -casually shoves it back at him.-

JACE: Im sorry!! You went to all that trouble. :(

KOUGAH: =He's quick to put it out of sight and lifts his hands, sweating= N0. 1 h0nestly. Had assumed. 1t was wr0ng 0f me. 

KOUGAH: 1'm aware 0f. Alternat1ve l1festyles. Th0ugh 1 d1d n0t ask 1f y0u ate meat. 

KOUGAH: That was a blunder 0n my part and 1 accept full resp0ns1b1lty.

JACE: Well... I dont mind. Most people dont ask anyway... 

JACE: Im just glad you thought of me. And... Uhhh. Prepared a meal for me! Thats really sweet. Honest.

KOUGAH: 0f c0urse... 1 seek t0 sh0w y0u that 1 am a pr0f1c1ent meal pr0v1der as well as sh0w1ng my strength. 

KOUGAH: 1nstead 1 w1ll.... f0rage. =Yes.... he's gonna... gather so many things=

JACE: ... -grins a little about that.- Thats... definitely a desirable skill. Hehehe. -kougah's cute.- 

JACE: What else would you like to show me...? -:eyes:-

KOUGAH: 1 als0 have br0ught y0u s0me freshly made med1c1nal herbs... and 1. Am h0nestly unsure ab0ut 1f th1s w1ll w0rk away fr0m the m0unta1n. 

KOUGAH: But... hm. Well. Usually c0urters and c0uples w001d release themselves t0 run un1nh1b1ted. Unt1ed t0 anyth1ng phys1cal. 0nly all0w1ng the purest and m0st vulnerable parts 0f themselves play and bec0me fam1l1ar... but w d0 n0t kn0w 1f y0u can pr0ject y0ur c0nsc0usness fr0m y0ur b0dy.

JACE: -calculating meme as he explains until it all comes together at the end.- Oh! ... 

JACE: Yeah ummm. I cant say Ive ever astral projected before. But... that doesnt necessarily mean I cant??? Stranger things have happened...

KOUGAH: Y0u're very smart. 1 bel1eve y0u w1ll be able t0. 

KOUGAH: 0nce d0ne 1t 1s a useful sk1ll f0r l1ghter med1tat10n. 

KOUGAH: =stares at Jace from his squat= D0 y0u med1tate?

JACE: Oh, yeah! Sometimes... It helps with the anxiety... Um. You know, whenever I can focus on sitting down and actually doing it...

KOUGAH: =nods= Then that w1ll be useful. As y0u are already tra1ned trained 1n 1t. 

KOUGAH: 1t 1s a g00d pract1ce. 1n detach1ng y0ur sp1rt fr0m y0ur phys1cal f0rm y0u channel y0ur aur1c energ1es t0 man1fest 1n an appar1tion-l1ke 1mage.

JACE: -looks around thoughtfully, then starts picking up some things from the floor to dump into his sylladex.- Can we do that now? Can you show me how to do that? :O 

JACE: -after clearing a spot, he sits down crosslegged on the floor.- :)

KOUGAH: =Watches him clean then sets the basket to the side, nodding once= Yes. 1'm glad y0u're s0 eager. =He really is though.... it's really a vulnerable thing, not only leaving yourself utterly defenseless with the trust that you won't be attacked but also baring your form where it can be manipulated.... He's a little sweaty though he's supposed to be relaxing.= 

KOUGAH: 1t's c0ns1derably stra1ght f0rward. 

KOUGAH: Relax1ng y0urself then f0cus1ng 0n the energy that res1des 1n the c0re 0f y0ur be1ng, w1ll1ng that t0 man1fest 1nt0 the f0rm y0u des1re th0ugh 1t 1s eas1est t0 all0w 1t t0 f0rm naturally. =Exhales and lets his shoulders fall, moving from his squat to sit on his legs. A small moment of silence passes but then a light blue luminous light floats out of Kougah like smoke, taking the form of a wolf of course. One that sits before his body and watches Jace, it seems (and is) tangible by the depths and details of the shadows in its fur=

JACE: -eyes widen at the sight of the apparition. wow, kougah makes it look so easy... he's tempted to reach out to touch the spirit beast, it looks so inviting. and though he's a little hesitant at first, he does splay his fingers out over it's fur.- Oh... Wow... -looks past it at kougah, HOPING that's alright.-

KOUGAH: =The fur is soft, very soft and it's deceptively warm to the touch despite the cool, icy blue of it. As Jace looks past him though the wolf huffs out it's nose and sits up straighter. Hello. It is I. In the form I would be in if I weren't such an unfortunate creature=

JACE: -wow... looks at wolf kougah with shiny eyes, a smile spreading across his face.- Wow... Youre a beautiful wolf. Hehe. -pets him up, taking advantage of this before he gives it a try himself.-

KOUGAH: =What is this feeling? .... Confidence. Yes, he is feeling prideful because this form is absolutely gorgeous and large and majestic and he's only one of those things and not so much the other's as a troll. The wolf  drinks in all this affection readily, the energy thrumming and pulsing  under Jace's hand. A little warmer and just the yellow creeping into the edges of this light. A good, warm happy feeling=

JACE: -the warmth tingles at his fingertips and up his arm until it settles in his stomach with a happy flutter. it's relaxing enough that he feels he can give this a shot too, drawing his hand back and closing his eyes so he can focus.- 

JACE: -honestly, he isn't even sure what his spirit would manifest in the form of... he knows he LIKES monkeys best, but does that mean they ARE him? okay, he probably shouldn't overthink that... it'll only make things more difficult. instead, he thinks of that proud look about kougah as he took on this new form. jace knows deep down there's a part of him he's proud of too, the part of him that represents him in ways more powerful than all the things he finds ugly about himself...- 

JACE: -there's a long moment of silence before he finally shows results. the tendrils of his inner self slowly creep from his body, twisting and turning with uncertainty until they form a spindly limbed, prehensile tailed spider monkey. and the cute little monkey is surprised he exists!- :O

KOUGAH: =Intently watches as Jace concentrates and gives him space to focus, it isn't easy letting go and just allowing things to happen and it was also something easily disrupted. Kougah just sits and stares, his ears perk as the energy starts to creep out. Honestly he is curious as to which form Jace takes on. He won't use it to judge character or read (too much) into it but every shape is interesting and has a purpose of its own= 

KOUGAH: =The monkey is greeted with a NOBLE lowering of the wolf's head, tail wagging happily. A monkey is very good, a nice reflection of Jace's intellect and gleeful personality. More warm yellow is shown in the blue, good job.=

JACE: -a happy warm glow eminates from him as well at the perceived praise and he romps on over to kougah again, a little awkwardly as he tries to understand this form, but ultimately winds up in kougah's space again. he paws at his bowed head and just... kinda hugs his snoot. this is so surreal and amazing and he's grateful for this new experience.-

KOUGAH: =Its a learning experience. How to move and really let your spirit just move naturally. Their touch grows warmer between them, some feelings pass. Jace's excitement and thankfulness repeated back to him but in Kougah's own emotion. It is a very vulnerable state. Jace can feel the slight embarrassment from this pass of information, a flicker of interest and  curiosity, then so many warm feelings as he nuzzles him gently. Him lick.=

[nyneas]

Moria for evens, seth for odds

What is your OC’s favorite color? Maroon

Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect? specific types of flowers

What kind of things is your OC allergic to? cats. but that doesnt stop him

What kind of clothing does your OC wear? armor. she is most comfertable when she is impervious to most attacks

What is your OC’s first memory? *jazzhands* seth’s memory is nonexistant ever since he sided with the takkari soooooooo

WWhat’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite? doesnt have strong feelings towards most animals

What element would your OC be? idk im not a sciencer

What is your OC’s theme song? something edgy, idk

Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC? when singing, he sounds like JD from Heathers

What deadly sin would best represent your OC? wrath

What are your OC’s hobbies? Reading

How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they? incredibly patient

What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.? seth is a human dude and is straight

What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods? she will eat p much anything, except foriegn food. (archon food at least, lizards make weird stuff that is normally toxic to other races)

If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why? german shepard named owen. (having a dragon would be cool, but once he adopted his puppy, that changed)

What does your OC smell like? a campfire

How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job? Seth is currently king n stuff. he doesnt mind it, considering he doesnt actually do any work. he would really enjoy having a quiet farm tho

What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths? fear of loosing family, and they are also her greatest weakness

What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song? he really likes lutes

If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? why dont people wear armor and cloaks what the hell

What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves? i dont know how to answer this

What kind of student were they/would they be in high school? edgy loner

What is a random fact about your OC? dont call me out like this

What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living? eh, nothing special, considering that the afterlife is just like real life anyways

What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them? dont call me out like this

Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why? most important is her husband. least important would be seth. while he literally changes her life, she doesnt know that and tries to stay out of politics

What kind of childhood did your character have? very simple. was raised as a squire in the north, and could do about anything and get off with little trouble

What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions? not that i can think of

If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose? some long thing about all of his life achivments n such

Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why? she is currently married and has a daughter. they are the most important people in her life. *jazzhands*

What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory? traumatic would prolly be when a takkari stole his body and sorta fucked his body up. yaaaayyyy. fav would prolly be smth about him chilling with his wife n son

If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be? larger garden. most of moira’s time is spent in her garden

Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? doesnt take much fam. slap him in a battle and hes crushing people

What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? she stays out of the publics’ eye. the whole family does

How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? he is often too tired to do anything of the sort. basically floating along

What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? she just wants saftey for her fam. she will fight anything that stands in the way of that

What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do? he is a relativly normal person

What would your character do with a million dollars? anything, you name it

What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can? there is just crumpled paper everywhere

Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with? prolly going on a stroll around the town in casual wear with her husband

What does your character do when they’re angry? Why? runs to someplace secluded so he doesnt hurt anything

Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? hands are covered with small ones, and she has a few larger ones in assorted places. perks of being a merc

What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said? /shrug

How does your character react/ accept criticism? doesnt outwardly show anything, but will never forget it

If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza? all my ocs love pineapple pizza cause i love pineapple pizza. fight me

Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works? gives it a little backrub

Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle? he can doodle, but is a horrible artist

What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult? her mother was an apothocary, and helped inspire moira’s love for gardening

Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush? he can only handle a little bit at a time, but loves it

If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? just go about like normal tbh