#obviously not pressin it into your tongue !! but !! but!!

[dabisbratz]

hi sonnyyy im the kishi anon ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა mgnhfingd thank u sososo much for the drabble u did,, ur writing does him so much justice (nd i found another kishibe enjoyer! yayayay!!)

what kinda kinks do u think hed have?? i think he's a total sadist and defff into brat tamin,, maybe shotgunning too..?? bet he has nasty kisses hes a big ol meanie n makes reader do all the work, likes watching reader get all teary n glassy eyed when he deepthroats him-- maybe even refusin to kiss reader after he gives him a blowjob..sayin he got dick breath or smt..gah he's so horrible nd unfair i hate him

hiii, dollface !! w’gotta stick together !! sjus us against da world !!

shotgunnin for sure !! n for some reason somethin’s tellin me he’s a biiiig fan of snowballin ! havin you suck on the tip of his cock while he fucks his fist, n jus before ycan swallow his load he’s pullin you up n kissin you!! da other way around too! when ycum too quick into his hand he licks it clean n makes you swap by suckin on his tongue ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝<꒱ྀི১ mblushin mblushin!!

i jus know gettin in an argument with him leads t’chokin on his cock, his hand pushin you down, goin: ‘hm? what was that?’ he’s so !!!! s’mean. shoves his cock down your throat when ytry n speak over your mouthful, holds you there for a few seconds so ycan really feel the ache in your throat. . . meanie. n the dick breath comment’s so mean !!!? actin like he wasn’t drinkin n smokin two seconds before eatin you out ?!?!

[frankiekeaton]

Buster Keaton Smut Alphabet

I’m not 100% sure what is compelling me to do this but whatever I guess I’ll write smut for a guy born two centuries ago 

Put some requests in my inbox, I'm bored as hell. 

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

“Hey, Darling, Look at me”, Buster says quietly, gently stroking a finger along your cheekbone. Your breathing starts to slow down, and your eyes slowly open.

“There you are, welcome back, doll”, he says with a rare smile, leaning down to kiss your forehead gently. He brings his head back up, and moves his hand from your cheek to your upper arm. 

“Can I get you anything sweet girl? Water, maybe I can run a bath?” 

“No, its ok, I just want to lay here with you”

He gently moves from atop of you, and you slide your head onto his shoulder. His arm grasps around you, never wanting to let you go. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

You look up at Buster as he unbuttons his shirt, throwing it off to the side. His strong arms are slightly flexing as he leans down to grasp your waist. Your hands move up his arms, squeezing slightly when you get to his biceps. 

Simultaneously, his hands slide down to grab at your ass. He lays you back on the bed gently, as if you were a china doll. He reaches up and pulls the straps on your nightgown down, gently stroking your shoulders as he does. The silken fabric falls around your hips, and his eyes go wide at the sight of your naked body. His mouth immediately falls to one of your nipples, flicking and circling it with his tongue. His hand reaching for the other breast, kneading the flesh. He plants kisses all over them, enamored with the heaving breaths and moans you release in response to his touch 

C= Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

The thrust of Buster’s hips was starting to stutter, he was obviously getting close to finishing. 

“Come on love”, you say “Come inside me Joey, let go”

“Oh Y/N, You'll be the death of me”, he manages to growl out, his forehead dropping next to your head on the bed. His fast breaths are right in your ear now, and you lean over and suck on the spot under his ear you know he loves.

He grabs one of your hands and laces your fingers together, his other hand grabbing one of your breasts. He presses his forehead to yours, and finally lets himself go with a moan, finishing inside of you. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Buster was hoping you would drop by the studio today, he was feeling pent up and wanted to-- needed to see you. 

When you walked into his dressing room with your hair done perfectly, wearing one of your best dresses, that he bought you. He could barely contain himself. 

Pounding into you while you sat on the makeup counter, he saw you kept glancing at the door, realizing it wasn't locked. Buster started fucking you harder  when he saw that.

“What if someone walks in?”, you croak out between moans, grabbing the short hair at the back of his neck. 

“They get to see how good I make you feel, dove”.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

You’re laid out on his chest, your head rising and falling with his breaths. He's methodically smoking a cigarette with one hand, and rubbing your back gently with the other.

You hesitantly speak, 

“How many other girls have you been with, Joey?”

He takes a long drag and puts the cigarette out in the ashtray on his nightstand. He sinks deeper into his pillow and pulls you closer.

“Not many courtships, but I had my fair share of trysts when I was on the road as a teenager. And in Europe, with the French girls.” 

He starts to move on top of you, his whole body being held up by one strong arm next to your head. The other arm separates your legs, and starts to toy with the outside of your pussy. He leans down slightly to kiss you. 

“But you, Doll, are by far my favorite”.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

“Y/N, baby girl, wake up”, he whispers in your ear. You both lay on your sides, his groin pressing into your ass. You could feel his morning wood pressing against you, and it lit a fire in your belly even this early in the morning. 

You reached behind yourself and palmed his hard-on through his boxers. He uses his leg to pull your’s apart, and you grind slightly on his thigh. He pulls the edge of your nightie up to expose your bare ass to him. 

“No knickers, doll?”, he made a breathy laugh into your ear and trailed kisses down from your ear to the base of your neck, “My naughty thing”.

He pulled his boxers down to release his hard-on, now begging to be inside of you. He pulls himself closer and moves your leg to give himself a better angle. He slowly pushes himself in, giving you time to adjust to the stretch. You tilt your head back in a moan, hitting his shoulder. He plants kisses on your temple as you get used to him. 

“You feel so good like this love, I’m so close to you”, he can't help but exclaim. He slowly and lazily starts to thrust, both of you too tired to handle anything more than that. It’s still the morning, after all.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Buster sits on the side of the bed, facing the door that leads into the bathroom and closet of their bedroom. Y/N went shopping today, and wanted to show off some of her new clothes. 

“I’m saving the best for last!”, she called out from the bathroom. 

“I’ll be the judge of that!”, Buster called back. 

Soon enough Y/N walked into the bedroom wearing nothing but a black chemise, it hung low on her body, showing off the expanse of her upper chest. The fabric ended right around her knees with a lace trim. 

He knew it must have been expensive. 

He stared at her a little longer before uttering, “My poor wallet,”, without thinking. 

He heard Y/N giggle, “Joey please what do you think of it really?”

He brought his hand up to his forehead and sighed before falling back on the bed, miming a dramatic faint perfect for the silver screen. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

 When Buster had to grow his hair out for a movie, Y/N loved to play with it. The sides of it especially, the way it curled when it was longer made him look so cute to her. 

“I bet the curls remind you of something else, dove”

“Lord, Joey get your mind out of the gutter, really”, she said, letting go of his head and walking away as he laughed. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Buster and Y/N sat next to each other on the couch in front of the fireplace. The victrola was playing one of their favorites, and their respective books have long been forgotten on the cushion next to them or even the floor. Buster’s deep kisses pulled her closer, his strong arms wrapped around her waist as she sat on his lap.

“Sweet girl, you are divine”, Buster manages to blurt out between kisses. He moves his hands lower, finding a new spot holding her ass. 

“You are truly some goddess from the heavens”, he paused and kissed her cheek, “More beautiful than Venus herself”, he paused again, kissing her neck this time.

He pushes their foreheads together, both of them needing a moment of rest. 

“God Y/N, how I love you so”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Buster laid back on their shared bed, taking up more room than he usually did due to your absence. His hand was grasping his hard-on, fisting it desperately as he started at a photograph of you. 

He took it himself, you were only wearing a dress shirt of his, it barely covered your breasts and your thighs were on full display for him. When he developed the photo, waiting for the photo to finish processing so he could find you and fuck you was the hardest thing he ever had to endure. 

But that was only for a short while, he’s been missing you for days now, you left to visit some family and he had to stay behind to film. 

That photograph of you was the only thing that got him through the week without you. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

“Love, I’m going to cum inside you”, he growled in her ear “I’m going to give you all of me” 

You could barely respond, moaning out ‘yes’ and ‘please’ at random. 

Buster desperately wants to get you pregnant, and while it was one of your shared dreams to have kids together some day, the thought of you carrying his child turned him on immensely. 

“Do you want that kitten? Do you want my child sweet girl?” 

“Oh yes Joey please”

He wasn’t a possessive man, and not easily driven to jealousy, he wanted to show the world that you were his, that you married him and he alone had the right to pleasure you. He wanted to cum inside you, hard and deep, and he wanted to keep you there, plugged with his cock, for hours. He wanted to ensure you would get pregnant.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The swimming pool was one of Buster’s favorite places in the house, with or without Y/N. 

When she did swim with him, he would pick her up and hold her against the wall, the weightlessness of the water allowing him to hold her up longer. He pulled down the top edge of her swimming costume and placed large open mouthed kisses along her chest. 

The water made it easy to slide into her, his thrusts would splash water towards her. 

Soon they swam over to a bench carved into the pool wall. Y/N lowered herself onto Buster and rode him, splashing more water over the edge. His hands grabbed at her ass, feeling where the edge of her bathing suit met her thighs. Her breasts were still out, and bouncing along with her. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Buster waited in their living room as Y/N finished getting ready for some party they were attending that night. He picked up the paper from that day and skimmed though it, looking up for her every few minutes. 

She finally descended the stairs and met him in the living room, 

“Sorry darling my hair wasn't falling in a good way, I had to mess with it for ages to get it to stay”, Buster looked up and saw her standing in a dress he had recently bought for her. The neckline was low, and a long ‘v’ dipped down into her cleavage. The emerald green color stood out against her skin, and the beading made her shine. 

Buster immediately got up and grabbed at her waist, starting to kiss along the side of her neck desperately. 

“Joey we can’t, we’ll be late”

“Whats wrong with being late baby girl?”

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

After Buster and Y/N came home from their respective jobs, they would always discuss their days over dinner. 

Tonight, over chicken and dumplings, Y/N described her eventful day. 

“One of the girls came in with this huge shiner today, it was awful. She has this rotten boyfriend we can’t seem to convince her to get rid of. She’s always coming in with some injury, its so hard to watch”. 

Buster placed his wine glass down and grabbed your hand, you were obviously feeling for this young girl and wanted to comfort you. 

“I don’t understand the men who do that, when you love someone why would you want to hurt them?”, you questioned. 

“I don’t understand it either, but you have my word I would never strike you, if that reassures you in the chivalry of us men”

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

You could not possibly last much longer with Buster treating you like this. His tongue was circling your clit and two of his thick fingers were buried in you. He would occasionally suck directly on the little bundle of nerves at the top of your anatomy, forcing you to arch your back off of the bed in pleasure. 

Whenever you did that, you could feel him laugh gently against you, the sound waves adding even more pleasure to the equation.    

“I can feel you clenching sweet girl, let go for me”, he said, lifting his head away from you for only a moment. He dives back down, curling his fingers inside of you. Your moans are becoming almost constant now, and you grab his hair and pull at it as you cum. He works you through it and comes up to kiss you, you can taste yourself on his tongue and you don’t know whether to be scandalized or aroused. 

“You did wonderfully, dove”, he complements as you slow your breathing. You look down and see a noticeable tent in his boxers you lean down and palm at it while he kisses you. 

“What are you doing now, you minx?” 

“Well you treated me so nicely Joey, I think I oughta return the favor”

You press on his chest, pushing him back against the bed and straddling his thighs. You push down his boxers and start to work on his cock, applying the perfect amount of pressure to keep him aroused, but wanting. 

You slide down and place a kiss on the tip of him, trailing kisses down the length to the base. 

“Oh please Y/N stop teasing,” he moans breathily, a hand covering his eyes while his head is dipped back in pleasure. 

You dipped your head down and took as much of him as you could, and he immediately grabbed your head, holding your hair back and guiding himself into your mouth. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It felt like you could feel him in the entirety of your body. The feeling of fullness every time he aimed a deep thrust into her. He often took his time with her, wanting to give her a night full of pleasure. They would hold hands while he was deep inside her, whisper praises and complements into her ears, and caressing any part of her body he could touch. 

“Can you feel how deep I get Y/N? You feel divine, doll”, he crooned in between thrusts. He wasn't a fast lover, he made every movement count. 

“Oh Joey you’re so deep, I can barely hold on” Y/N moaned. Buster leaned down to suck a deep mark above her breast, placing a light kiss on the spot afterwards. The rolling of his hips continued, hitting the spot that made Y/N’s toes curl.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Buster was pulling you through the depths of a gorgeous movie theatre. He found an abandoned enough looking area, with the lights dimmed and not a soul in sight. 

He grabbed your waist and pressed you against the wall, you jumped and he grabbed your thighs, holding you up effortlessly.

The deep and heavy kisses he was giving you made your head spin. You reached towards his pants and started unbuttoning just enough to release the most tender part of him, while he used one hand to slide your knickers down and stuff them in his pocket. 

Unceremoniously, he stuffed you full and started to thrust, his thumb already rubbing little circled on your clit. 

“I couldn’t resist you baby girl, looking divine in that dress, the sinful way you held my leg during the picture”, he moaned while he worked both of you to a climax, “I needed you, right here, doll” 

“You have me, Joey” You moaned in response feeling your climax rapidly approaching. 

“Come on dove, come for me sweetheart”, he whispered, getting unbearably close to your ear. He sucked on your pulse point underneath your ear lobe, and you were done for. The vice-like clenching of your cunt quickly brought Buster to the same cliffs edge, pressing as deep into you as he could. 

You both caught your breath and he set you back down gently. You started to fix yourself in the compact mirror you kept in your purse, your hair slightly mused, but not terribly outrageous. You smudged a bit of eye makeup, but nothing too extreme. 

As you smoothed your dress you realized you were missing your knickers, you looked towards Buster. As your eyes met he knew exactly what you were going to ask before you even opened your mouth. 

“Nope darling, they stay with me,” he said with a grin as he tapped his pocket. 

He placed his hand on the small of your back, guiding you both back to your seats before the premier continued. As you walked, his hand not-so-subtly slid down to grip your ass. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

One of his expensive silk ties was wrapped around your wrists, binding them together above your head. Buster was gently adjusting the knot, placing a kiss on your wrists as he finished. 

“Are you sure sweetheart? I’m anxious that this will be more uncomfortable than pleasurable”, he said as he looked deep into your eyes, genuine love and concern evident. 

“Yes Joey, I’m sure of this” 

“Alright then, tell me the minute it becomes even a bit uncomfortable” he warns, caressing your hip gently.

“Of course, Love” you respond, loving the way he cares for you. The moment you showed your readiness, his fingers started to work you towards an edge he would deny you from crossing for what felt like an eternity that night. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

You were heading towards the edge of your third climax that night, and Busters second. The radio in the corner had long since ended its programming for the night, and the candles on the nightstand were growing short. 

After a simultaneous climax from the both of you, Buster left the bed and headed towards the bathroom. He came back with a glass of water for both of you, and lit himself a cigarette. 

He helped you sit up and lean against a pillow, handing you the water and giving you a kiss on the forehead. 

“Rest for a moment, kitten. I’m nowhere near done with you yet”

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

“Now doll, don’t get angry with me for this”

Y/N looked up from her magazine, concern and annoyance printed on her face. 

“Lord, Joey, what now?” 

“A few weeks ago I ordered something from a catalogue, a medical device of-sorts”, Buster tried to explain, sitting down with an odd box next to him, looking deep into Y/N’s eyes for sympathy, or premature forgiveness. “I’m regretting it now, but I’d thought I’d show it to you anyway”. 

He pulled the box onto his lap and opened it. Inside was an object that looked a little like a pistol, but with a flat head that protruded out. 

“It’s supposed to treat hysteria or something, I can’t remember, but the advertisement was...quite suggestive,” he looked down at his feet, feeling the smallest bit of embarrassment grow, “Since I’m away working often, I thought that it could give you... pleasure while I’m gone” 

You grabbed his hand and held on tight, feeling slightly shy yourself. 

“Well, you would have to teach me how to use it sweetheart”, you suggested, seeing him smirk and his embarrassment disappear. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

“Please Joey please, I need it”, you moaned. His dick was pressing ever so slightly against your entrance, and after hours of working you up you needed him more than ever. 

“Well, only since you’ve been such a good girl, you’ve been taking my teasing so well” 

Buster finally pushed in, letting out a slight growl and making you moan and arch off of the bed. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Looking up from between his legs, you could see Buster’s face perfectly. His eyes were hooded in pleasure, and his mouth was slightly open. As you took his manhood deeper and deeper into your mouth, his moans were becoming louder.

“Jesus, Y/N, you take me so well, your mouth is like heaven” he manages to groan out, you suck your cheeks around him and he has to resist the urge to buck up into you. 

“Oh yes doll just like that, oh kitten that's damn perfect”, he couldn't close his mouth whatever he did. He was either moaning or spewing profanity that, at the beginning of your courtship, would have made you blush. 

He grabbed and pulled on your hair, guiding you down, and letting out a long deep moan as you held your nose at his base. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

What started as a sweet picnic in your backyard had quickly become scandalous, sandwiches and strawberries long since forgotten on the other side of the blanket, the occasional fly landing on them. 

Buster gripped your waist with need as he ground his clothed-hard on your crotch and placed wet kisses down the middle of your breasts. You held the back of his head as he gave his favorite parts some attention. You lifted your ass and he unzipped your skirt, pulling it down and leaving you in just a hastily unbuttoned blouse.

Your knickers were stolen too, and soon Buster was close to being inside of you. 

“Someone could see”, you mentioned, clarity retained for only a moment. 

“Let them”, he groaned as he dove his cock into you, “Better yet, have them pay for such a magnificent show”. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

You gripped Buster’s muscled bicep as he slid his member into you, feeling stretched and at your limit. 

“Joey, Honey wait its too much, I feel too full”, you exclaim, needing a break. 

“Oh kitten of course, I know I fill you up so much don’t I”, he comforted, as he ran his hands up and down your waist, “Let me know when you’re ready doll, I know you can take it”. After a moment of respite, you knew you were able to continue. 

“Go slow Joey, I’m ready” 

He started to push in as slow as he could, watching you drop your head to the mattress as he filled you. 

“So tight for me sweet girl”, he said with a long kiss on your lips, “Always so tight for me, splitting you in half darling” 

You grabbed the back on his head, pulling him closer to continue kissing you, only letting go when he finally bottomed out. 

“There we are Y/N, good girl taking me so well.” 

You pulled him back in for more kisses, not being able to handle his dirty talk without moaning any longer.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Buster placed his hand on your thigh, squeezing slightly as you both drove back home after a friends party across the valley. His thumb started to rub circles on the inside of your thigh and you knew what he was thinking. 

“Joey, you had me last night, and this morning, don’t you ever get tired of me?”

He turned and smiled at you. 

“Never of you, darling. I could have you five times a day if I could”, he replied, drunk on love and just the slightest amount of whisky. 

“You’d get bored of me quick five times a day” you quipped back with a giggle, he grabbed your thigh with enough force to get your attention but not enough to hurt 

“I will never get bored of you, sweet girl”.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Buster helped you come down from your high, after working you up all night he knew it would have been a strong one. His strong hands laid you down on the spot, expensive sheets of your bed and grabbed you a glass of water. He stayed standing, and lit himself a cigarette. 

“Come lay with me, darling” you asked sleepily. Buster smiled and walked over to you and sat next to where you laid. Your head moved over to rest on his hip, and his free hand caressed your waist. He leaned his head back against the headboard and breathed in the scent of you. He could smell the smoke of his cigarette, the lingering smell of your shampoo, his cologne. 

When he looked back down at you, he giggled at your sleeping form, he knew he tired you out. He took his time finishing his smoke before putting it out in the ashtray on his nightstand. He carefully slid down, transferring your head from his hip to his shoulder, and wrapping an arm around your back. 

He placed a kiss on your temple and closed his eyes, his nose pressed agains your forehead, trying to become as peaceful as you were. 

[riosnecktattoo]

Hey! What's a scene in one of your fics that was the most fun to write and do you have a favorite? Do you have an scene that was really difficult to write?

Hi! sorry i sat on this for a bit, was so fun to think about 😊

The first thing that came to mind for 'most fun' was this bit in Jawbreaker Chapter 3

She takes it from him but neither of them move, and his mind goes completely blank thinking about the logical next step in this situation before Elizabeth straightens her shoulders, shyly bats her eyes at him and says “Turn around.”

He’s never spun round so fast in his life. Faces the long window above his dresser as he tries to get a hold of himself.

Thinks he shoulda left the room, that that woulda been the right thing to do obviously, as a friend, but then he hears the soft thud of her sodden t-shirt being dropped to the floor and he knows he can’t move now.

Elizabeth is behind you in just her bra and jeans. Elizabeth is behind you half naked. Elizabeth is in your bedroom without a shirt on.

Blood rushes in his ears and he’s never thought of himself as an awkward or nervous person but he doesn’t know what to do right now. Starts fidgeting with shit on top of his dresser. Reaches for a book, picks it up, then puts it down again. Knocks over a bottle of water with the back of his hand and scrambles to set it right.

He decides keeping his hands at his sides is the best option.

I just remember the exact moment i knew i wanted Beth to change her top behind an unraveling Rio and being like AHAHAHA and it was really easy to write and it makes me smile to remember.

Favourite scene?! Gahhh so impossible and my mind keeps going to Jawbreaker but i don’t wanna be boring so i’ll say i really like this bit in Invitation to a Beheading Chapter 2

There’s death, there’s blood and he brought her here to kill her – but he’s never needed her so bad.

She glows. Still. Like this. She can’t help it. So alive. And he needs to feel it. Taste the light.

He drops the gun, throwin’ it behind him to the table blindly, bringing his right arm back up to reach out and grab at her throat hard. His whole hand circles around it, grippin’ her tight, watchin’ her gasp before he yanks her against him and kisses her.

Her hands cradle his jaw, painting warm blood on to him, dragging them down his neck to dig her nails in to his shoulders through his coat, crushing herself against his body - and he had forgotten how fuckin’ soft she is.

Not forgotten. Buried it. With everything else. Tried not to picture this. Failed most nights when he would get himself off thinkin’ about the sounds she used to make. How wet she got when he’d barely touched her. How warm and tight her cunt was. The way her jaw would drop, go rigid when she moaned. Somethin’ he thought about when he was alone and didn’t care how much it made him hate himself – shit, he dreamed about it. Even in that damn hospital bed. The drugs to ease his pain makin’ her feel like she was there. In the room.

Real enough to kiss. Real enough to kill. Pressin’ the button on his morphine drip again and again and again to stop her from fading.

But time had stolen some of her edges, the way she feels, the way she moves under his hands almost painful it’s so good.

He licks in to her mouth and she tastes like blood – the coppery tang bursting on his tongue. Can feel where it rubs off on him, sticky and thick and still warm, from her face to his.

Thinks maybe it should make him feel sick, but it doesn’t. Just like her. Spikes somethin’ hot and twisted in both of ‘em that they should probably let die.

But not right now.

i just think it’s really fucked up and hot and i luv that 😌

A scene that was really difficult to write would deffo be the entirety of Campanula! I’m soooo happy with how that fic came out but it definitely felt out of my comfort zone to write from Annie’s pov. But yes it was tricky but i loved doing something different

[aldaerianreynardgradston]

Interview with Alder

1. What is your name?

"Alder Gradston"

2. What is your real name?

"Aldaerian Reynard Gradston. A wee bit to formal fer me in'nit?"

3. Do you know why you were called that?

"No clue as to why me folks decided to name me like a bloody noble."

4. Are you single or taken?

"Taken but don't let that fool ya, I'm game for a wee bit o' fun if ye are, lass. Err or ye a lad? Oh boy..." Even under his fur, it's apparent that the worgen is blushing as he pulls at the collar of his shirt.

5. Have any abilities or powers?

"Well I dabble in some healin' a magic but nothin' too fancy. Always had a bond with dogs and can almost understand 'em. Oh and I can shapeshift"

6. Stop being a Mary Sue.

"A what? Ye daft idjit what are ye goin' on about?" The disgruntled worgen takes a sip of some whiskey. Slyly, under his breath, "An' me name's not Mary."

7. What's your eye color?

"Well right now they are a lovely shade of red." Alder flutters his eyelashes in a heavily sarcastic flirt before chuckling deeply.

8. How about your hair color?

"Me coat looks black but it's actually a charcoal black," he looks at you with a puzzled eyebrow cocked up. "Am I no allowed to pay attention to me own fur? Got tae keep it clean an' ye notice the color when ya do that."

9. Have you any family members?

His mood shifts all of a sudden. He now is much more stoic and almost reclusive.

"Can... can we change the question, please?"

10. Oh? What about pets?

His spirits almost instantly uplifted at the idea of talking about pets.

"Oh, aye, I got plenty o' pets. All of 'em are me dogs. There's Sparky, me oldest dog who was with me before the curse. Toby, Bronn, Rex, Mist, Cyril, Byron, Tiberius, and..." he goes on and on describing his 'dogs', of which you are certain probably only 3 are dogs and the others are all much more aggressive breeds.

11. That's cool I guess, now tell me about something you don't like.

Alder growls low, "Sylvanas..."

12. Do you have any hobbies/activities you like doing?

"Huntin' obviously. I love tae fiddle with me guns; some might even say I'm a damn good gunsmith. Shootin' whenever I can. Oh yea, and drinking; a lot." He raises his glass and sips.

13. Ever hurt anyone before?

"Aye ye could say that. E'ry notch in me rifle is one who shoulda kept his head down." There are about 18 tallies on one side of the rifle's butt.

14. Ever... killed anyone before?

"Did... did ye miss tha meanin' behind me last answer? How daft are ye, ya bloomin' idjit?"

15. What kind of animal are you?

"Well, ye'd think I was a wolf but I've been told I share traits with that of a fox. Thus, me informal title of The Black Fox."

16. Name your worst habits.

"I tend to go a bit, um, feral, I guess ye could say. Lose me temper sometimes. Tha drink donni help none either."

17. Do you look up to anyone at all?

He shifts once more. In a somber tone, "Me da'. Looked up tae him since before I could walk."

18. Gay, straight, or bisexual?

The worgen clears his throat before finishing his whiskey, "I'm straight."

19. Do you go to school?

"When I was a lad fer a wee bit. Me da' was real keen on me bein' a smart cookie. Guess it worked," he laughs.

20. Do you ever want to marry and have kids one day?

"Aye, s'pose everyone does at some point. Just with tha Horde and that bloody sword... I'm not sure if I should bring any wee baby Alders inta' tha world."

21. Do you have any fanboys/fangirls?

"Fuckin' hell I'd love tae meet 'em. Who said they want a piece o' this beast?"

22. What are you most afraid of?

"Tae be honest? Everything I've ever cared about has been taken from me. Me family, Gilneas, Teldrassil. Never again." A fierce determination burns in his eyes.

23. What do you usually wear?

"When I'm not huntin' or fightin' I'll wear me long coats an' me derby."

24. Do you love someone?

"Aye, a beautiful night elf girl. She's the biggest pain in me arse I've ever had tae deal with but damn I wouldni trade it fer tha world."

25. When was the last time you wet yourself?

A very concerned look washes over Alder's face. "Why in the name o' tha titans and tha wild gods would ye wanna know that? Pro'lly when I was a wee lad. Coulda been when I was piss drunk though. I like tae get pretty hammered."

26. Well it's not over yet!

"Well if that's tha case I'm gonna need more whiskey."

27. What class are you? (High class, middle class, low class)

"Well growin' up I was low class. Damn near dirt poor. But now I think I'm upper middle class thanks tae this here," he pulls out an inscribed Alliance medallion with the word 'Houndmaster' on the front face.

28. How many friends do you have?

"A few close ones. None too many. I feel if ye have too many friends ye can spread yerself thin."

29. What are your thoughts on pie?

"Mmm, pie." His eyes glaze over and his tongue hangs out. An audible grumble is heard from his stomach.

30. Favorite drink?

"A nice, strong, Headlands whiskey."

31. What's your favorite place?

"The Headlands. I wanni go back there one day and see me old home."

32. Are you interested in someone?

"Why, ye lookin' fer some company tonight?" He winks one, strangely alluring, crimson eye.

33. What's your bra cup size and/or how big is your willy?

"Ye really want tae find out, love?"

34. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean?

"I'd definately say a lake. There was one near me home in tha Headlands growin' up."

35. What's your type?

Alder raises an eyebrow, "Hm, I'd say tall, thin yet curvy with curves in all tha right places," he wiggles his eyebrows. "Most likely elven. Donni really care what kind. Always had a thing fer elves."

36. Any fetishes?

"Oh, ye really are pressin' these intimate matters, arent ya? Join me fer a drink after this an' ye might find out."

37. Seme or uke? Top or bottom? Dominant or submissive?

"Keep pokin' me with these questions an' I might just show ya."

38. Camping or indoors?

"I'd love tae be campin' more but with tha war rampin' up I've been confined tae me office and tha trainin' grounds."

39. Are you wating for this interview to end?

"If it means I get tae answer those naughty bit questions in a more... demonstrative way with ye, then yes."

40. Now it's over! Tag 3 people.

(Dont have anyone to tag on tumblr :/)