#my red flag is being awful at keeping up hobbies

[its-hell]

My want to learn how to skateboard has returned with a vengeance pls help ik I don't have the patience

[roseate-felidae]

Vent warning

Super long too.

I'm still so upset. I pretended to be someone I wasn't. Yet it was pointless and unsustainable. In grief, I became a monster.

Everything has come together in the weirdest ways possible to make this so much worse.

It started last summer. I came across some characters for an au. The au's artist/writer and I became friends and spent the night chatting for hours. They asked if I wanted to be beta for the au's fic, and I declined due to work getting in the way. But I still enjoyed discussing the characters.

We discussed the characters regularly. Like before.

My overchatting became too much. I have autism and a tendency to ramble. I also asked too many questions, trying to learn so much about the characters. A research binge.

I overestimated how much of a friend they saw me as. So asking how they were, hobbies and other fandoms was uncomfortable. They weren't a friend you saw in person. So it wasn't the same. I didn't realise that at the time. But I do now.

They weren't used to my personality. Friendly yes, but not quiet or breif. Too much for most.

Naturally, boundaries were drawn. So only the au was discussed like the boundaries stated. But still, it was too much. Not tiny infrequent chats.

So they chatted to a mutual friend, and more boundaries were drawn. no more asking about a cameo (I was indescisive), no random small talk, and only chat about au once monthly.

That worked for a while. Then it didn't. I became so fearful of triggering overstimulation that i felt like I was treading on eggshells. But the slightest lapse in caution would lead to a silly meme said, or I would give them a question to "save" for next month, but they'd answer it then.

I blame myself for not being as strict as I should of been. They lowered boundaries, and I didn't realise I was inching over them. Even if a little. I would relax and then it couldn't be undone.

Small things on their own were fine. But it accumulated over time, and that was enough.

It was never a good scenario. We had fun, and therefore, neither of us saw the red flags. For me, a normal friendship isn't a question allowed only once a month and masking to not seem like myself. To them, it was lowering their boundaries to make someone happy and putting up with someone who was too much for them.

But just as stress accumulated for them, so did stress for me.

One day, i asked for a sfw commission on my fave characters, a gay pair joking about with eachother. They said they'd think about it and come back to me. Stupidly, i researched commision prices (they had not priced themselves), confused by the vast differences in different tumblrs, I voiced this in a wordy way to them. But it was unwarranted wordy chatter. So the natural conclusion came to be. They came back politely, explaining they never wanted to chat again, and I was blocked, and fic stopped from being public.

I had used the fic to help keep myself afloat. Many awful things happened in that time in my life (and sadly currently), and those life events made me grow too attached to the au fic. It was comforting, and then it was gone.

I greived and felt disgusting for upsetting a friend. Then, I became a monster. I was trying to apologise and see if I could change their mind on the fic. I didn't inch over the boundary with their permission or with an innocent joke. No, i leapt over it. I contacted someone they knew and commented to them outside tumblr. In desperation to fix it. I killed it. This wasn't small accumulating, but a disaster.

Thankfully, with the comfort of a friend, I'm not so hateful of myself. With the advice of another friend, I rectified the comment by deleting it.

Yet the irrational part of me resents them. I wish I had never helped with the au, never laughed and joked about it. Never cared about the characters. Never met them at all. My confidence in my autistic talkative self is shattered. I feel like an unworthy freak, forever too much for people. I come across things that remind me of it and feel sorrow. Wonder if I did something different, if it would change the outcome.

But it was never healthy. If you can't relax enough to chat frequently and be yourself. If you lower your boundaries to suit others. If you get overwhelmed easily by someone's natural self. How was it ever gonna work? You can only pretend to be different people for so long.

I will never not feel hurt looking back on this. But maybe I can surround myself with people who I can be unapologetically myself with. Infodumper, chatterbox, and all. Hopefully, they will be stronger, too. One day, I will see things that remind me of it and not care. I just have to hope and wait. Maybe they may post it again. I won't be able to interact, but I can enjoy it on my own. But it's out of my control. I can only hope.

I just wished I could have gone back and told myself it wasn't a good idea to pretend not to be you. It couldn't be sustained, despite how easy it sounded, and it would come back to bite you. The joy would be great but fleeting. That I was being a naive fool. When they said we were too different, I should have said goodbye and enjoyed it on my own.

I hate autism. I never chose not to be "normal." Yet I refuse to let myself be a monster to grief and desperation anymore. What's done is done. It's in their hands now. My apologies are known.

[system-architect]

ohhhhh my fucking god please give me the terrible awful explosive rozz/plex breakup lore i neeeeeed it

(LONG lol)

<:) they both met in dynamics, when plex was pursuing his first degree, and rozz had returned to college after already graduating synergetics! rozz hosted a tabletop group for fellow dynamics students and plex got invited by some friendly nerds he encountered at a hobby shop and that put them on a collision course

their basal personalities have.. some.. similarities (like Being Fussy), but they are Very Very Different People except rozz is COOL(?) and plex really likes dudes that are COOL. rozz wants to kiss monsters and has a nice voice and is generally outgoing/conversational and has that niche micro celebrity status and has piercings and a little bit of muscle definition on his arms/torso... so he was like catnip to plex and plex instantly put him on a little pedestal and started following him around like a lost puppy despite all the red & beige flags. rozz isn't particularly good at reading people and just Accepted plex saying he was genuinely interested in everything rozz was doing + he felt a lot of pity towards this sad little man clinging to him so he let plex worm his way into his heart.. despite all the red & beige flags.

the tension in their relationship mostly built up out of kind of this repeated cycle of plex making himself go along with things (usually tailing rozz on his cryptid hunting ventures out in the woods at night, etc) bc he was desperate for rozz's attention/approval, not communicating with rozz at all, rozz simply assuming plex was Cool With a lot of things, and then that eventually fracturing and making them both feel very uncomfy/wounded, with both of them villainizing the other person for not communicating better about it. the truth of course being that both of them were a little bit stupid and neither of them communicated about anything

i think this eventually burst with plex kind of rupturing and being unable to keep up his facade and going off on rozz about This Whole Thing Is Stupid and rozz was kind of a jackass who kept pushing him into situations, and rozz whipping around and being very uncomfortable with the combo hit of plex pedestal'ing him + not saying outright he didnt want to do things + villainizing rozz for things he had repeatedly said he was chill with + Not Telling Him From The Getgo He Didn't Believe In Aliens (big sore spot for rozz ok). i dont think they got to quite the level of keying each others golems or w/e but they cut each other out pretty hardcore and it left both of them a little bit more wary of other ppl i think

👍

they havent really encountered each other since, and both happened to end up on opposite ends of the inquest/arcane eye divide after their breakup… but rozz is now unawaredly about to get hired onto the arcane eye subkrewe that is investigating the inquest lab that plex works at…… ooooohh…………

[mangodestroyer]

I'm so sick of my family. They just keep getting worse and I need to move out. Or at least find some way to get away from them sometimes.

Only problem is: my social life is non-existent at this point. I want to meet new people, but I've had two awful experiences with a roommate and an ex, so now I'm completely put off from socializing and just want to isolate.

I find it hard to escape from all this through hobbies. I used to at least find comfort in fiction and whatnot, but the problems in my life have become so pressing and I'm so mentally exhausted that it's hard to distract myself anymore. I'm lucky if I can get myself to write at all, or play a video game for more than half an hour. I waste a lot of my time doing nothing if I'm not going to work or whatever.

I want to be able to have conversations with people that go deeper than the weather. But I'm always made to feel stupid if I talk about anything even remotely serious with my family (specifically with my mother). I can't even mention a goofy ass job listing without her going on a rant about how I shouldn't worry about that job because I'm not applying for it when I was just making fun of the ridiculous requirements for the low pay! So there's no hope talking things that are actually affecting me/causing me genuine concern. And I can't discuss interpersonal issues either without being gaslight or told that I'm actually a terrible human being and need to own up for it (ex. I tell my mother that it's hard for me to ever discuss anything because she constantly tells me I'm argumentative and starting drama and then she just tells me that I am and that I love to blame everyone else for the things I do). Every little thing I do or say can and will be used against me. If I do something right, I'm arrogant or the accomplishment/good trait gets diminished. I'm not allowed to ever be imperfect, but I can't be too perfect either. If I dare socialize with these people, I'm annoying and need to go away, but if I fail to contact them often enough when I'm away, I don't care about them and only use them as a safety net.

I hate how I had to learn so many things about life on my own and have to put so much work in to try and only recover a little bit from the damage that has been done. It's not shocking to me at all that I ended up in a couple abusive situations as an adult because I had no boundaries whatsoever and didn't detect the red flags/listen to my gut. I just wanted to be agreeable so that I wouldn't rock the boat, or whatever. I never stood up for myself or anything and would constantly get myself baited into dumb arguments. I've spent so much time educating myself on how to avoid/manage toxic individuals, and it has gotten easier, especially with the work I've done to make myself less vulnerable, less standoffish, and more pleasant, yet firm so that healthier people approach me more. I've noticed I get harassed less in public now and some of my co-workers have warmed up to me, but there's still that lack of trust.

This is all so exhausting. For once, I'd just like things to start going right. I'd love to meet a cool new person who's on the same wavelength as me who I can actually trust. I'd like a job that actually gets me ahead financially. I'd like to lose weight and also lose these health problems I never used to have before I met my ex-roommate and ex-partner. I'd love to see my passion for my hobbies and life in general rekindle. Seriously, despite bullying at school and my home life, I was so happy and passionate as a child/teen. Where did it go?

Seriously, can things just start going right? The past four years have been miserable.

[x-honeycomb-x]

Okay, i look forward to being my own daddy and mommy

Being my own daddy:

When someone’s a red flag, identify them, keep an eye on them

When someone’s making me distressed, tell them off

When something’s making me distressed, remove it, remove myself, or fix it

When I’m scared, I can be scared, but I tell myself that nothing’s unfixable, I will be okay and I will receive help

I will understand my value and priorities, and I will be a moral person and honor those things. When something violates them, I speak up, or I remove myself or them from the environment

When I’m not making good decisions, I identify them, and I ask myself how I can do better

When something’s broken at home, fix it, or find someone professional to help. Living with proven things is distressing.

It’s okay to buy expensive things that are of higher quality

Find work that’s fulfilling, manageable, and inspiring. Don’t overwork, enjoy the independence it gives you.

Being my own mommy:

No matter what I did or who I am, I am okay, I am alright, I am beautiful and completely lovable

When I’m at my absolute worst, then that’s when I need care and I deserve it! Some soup, some more naps, some encouragement, some listening and empathy, some hands to hold.

When I make questionable choices, I must have my reasons. No one is inherently awful and evil. I am not an awful person.

Allowing emotions to be present! The soup is very good and warm, I am happy. The drink is very cold, it’s refreshing and I am energized. The bird in the park is cute, I say hello to it smiling. The stove is hot and I burnt my hand, I am unhappy and scared. Walking in the dark is scary, I am scared and I need to go home. The lady said something rude to me, it makes me feel sad and angry.

Celebrate things! Birthdays, Christmas, getting a job, quitting a job, Saturdays, finding a good friend, make new traditions if i don’t have any.

If you buy things, enjoy using them

Being my own school:

Have a life structure (daily), when to wake, rest, meditate, organize, work, take breaks, shower, sleep

Have a life structure (monthly), when to work out, make art, enjoy music, read books

Have basic hygiene, to clean your workspace, clean your eating table

Assign a book to read every month, doesn’t matter if you don’t finish it

Have work clothes that is more consistent, so you don’t have to spend too much effort in styling (if you don’t want to)

Learn about personal finance, mental health, communication, social issues and health self care

Get a hobby on top of work

Join a club where you can meet friends

Charge my phones, laptops and iPads regularly

[arcadejohn127-9]

Hello!1st I wanted to say i love your blog its *chefs kiss*,and 2nd could I request (i dont know if this is in someway triggering or not so i apologize) a MC who doesnt believe the brothers can love them 'cause they despise themself and they are so set on (?) with that mindset that the brothers cant convince them otherwise,but MC themself wants to feel loved they...just cant...and they just breakdown saying they arent special and when the brothers meet other humans they will realise that MC is nothing,that they are a horrible being and they will leave them for somebody better,does that make sense I dont wanna go too deep into it(totaaaaally not self projecting)I am so sorry if this is a sensitive topic,feel free to ignore this ask,this has been eating me out for weeks so I just wanted to seek some comfort.Once again your blog is great and dont overwork yourself, take care! :D 🤍

I've definitely been there and even now, I still have these fears. Growing out of these Insecurities and feelings are hard even if you work hard to be as confident as you can. One day it'll happen but until then you just gotta keep reminding yourself that you're worth the world

Also tip, please don't rely on others for self worth - people can be cruel or simply just unpredictable. Not all but until you see every colour of a person you don't know. If you depend on someone else to give you worth and make you feel good then that'll start a very unhealthy cycle for yourself

I hate this phase "love yourself before you love others" because you don't need to, you can find healthy and happy relationships whilst insecure. But I think what it really means is; get self worth before you love another. Make sure you don't do yourself damage by giving you Someone who does the bare minimum or will sometimes make you feel good but is usually a dick.

You can find love but that love can be wrong if you don't pay attention to the red flags. Don't let your insecurities drag you into unhealthy relationships.

Because you are stunning, worth it and loveable. You're Someone people can look up to or admire even if it's for something simple like your humour.

Also thank you, I'll be sure to not overwork myself, make sure you don't pressure yourself too hard about work or your hobbies. Hobbies are all about fun!

Warning: self loathing, depressive themes, angst

You could stand it.

Your eyes traveled along the gifts and trinkets that were in your room. Each one gifted to you by a powerful demon; a demon you live with.

You couldn't stand it.

You could get it; why would someone like that every like you? You weren't special and yet Everyone insisted that you were. You're not the key. Not anything Diavolo wants or expects. Definitely not what the brothers want.

You had to scoff. The brothers only like you because of Lilith, if you were related then they'd never see you as anything but some human. Lilith dragged you here, she made sure you came here and for what? To be always told you're going to be some big thing; someone to destroy hatred and help bring together three realms.

Do they not realize how much pressure that is??!!!! And the how are you even going to do that?! You're magic is unpredictable and useless - it perfectly reflects you.

You whimpered at your own thoughts. The word useless stinging at your heart; it was almost if a knife lodged itself into your chest. Constantly stabbing the word useless into it.

You were useless. They need to find someone who can actually live up to their expectations. Just a good for nothing human....why do they even like you?

You looked back at the gifts, your watery stare turning into a hateful glare.

The question was burning inside your head. You couldn't understand; what did he see in you? You're not special! You're not anything anyone wants you to be and you're just being forced on a pedestal you didn't make!

Why did he always look at you the way he does? Like you actually mean something. Why does he smile so softly when you enter the room?

Why would he be like that when you KNOW that as soon as he meets another human, he'll be running after them without hesitation. Everyone was so much more attractive than you and better than you - you couldn't get why he loved you. Why- no how?! You weren't good enough for him!

No matter how many times he says I love you or compliments you it leaves such a bitter disgusting taste in your mouth. You're so horrible you can't even let people be nice to you - it's all a lie anyway. No one could love you. Never. No one!

You were useless! Disgusting! You weren't even attractive! You weren't loveable! You're a horrible person who looks just as horrible as they are. How can they look at you like that?! How can they stand you?! You're nothing!

You don't get it!

Why?! Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why-!

A scream ripped itself out of your throat. Tears streaming down your face as you clutched your head. Your body curled into itself, shaking and trembling as you choked on your sobs. You coughed through it as you tried to breath but the tears kept coming. Drowning you as you desperately tried to breath under their weight.

The pain was unbelievable. You felt like your head was on fire. You could barely even make out the figure standing at your door. Whoever they were, they scooped you up from the floor and rubbed circles into your arms. You clutched to them for dear life as you cried.

Somewhere in your brain you could tell who it was and it only made you cry harder. Shame filling your lungs as you tried to escape their caring embrace.

"No-! Stop it! I'm nothing! I'm useless-! Let me go-!! Why- why won't you leave me alone?! I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!! LET ME DIE-!"

were you dying? You felt like it. The ache was painful; your chest growing tighter and tighter. You pounded on their chest, demanding they let you be the useless thing that you are alone.

Lucifer:

He forced back his tears

Just rubbing circles into your skin as he held you

To think you were this Insecure despite being the nicest person who knew

You were Better than him and don't let pride stop you - you were amazing

"not good enough for me? What made you believe that...? You're perfect for me, you complete me."

You denied his claims, sobbing as you listed your insecurities

"Your insecurities don't define you, you're so much more than that - I wouldn't of picked you to be my love if I didn't think you'd be adequate."

He wasn't sure if you were still listening but he pushed past his doubts

Adjusting you in his embrace

"I- I'm not sure if I'm comforting you....I'm not good at being the gentle hand, I want you to see how I see you - you're kind, charming and always keeping me in awe, you mean so much to me, I'll trade anything I could just to see you smile - I love you."

Mammon:

There can only be one self loathing idioit in this relationship

He refuses to let you feel like how he has

His forced confidence - you could easily see through it - anyone could

But you were the only one who then actually helped him feel better when you did see through it

He let a few tears stray, holding you close

"did someone say something to you? I don't forgive 'em for ever making ya this upset, I'm not letting you feel like this."

You shook your head, muttering that he should let you

"why should I? You're my favourite person and you've only made me happy - so let me make you happy! You're the only person who's ever treated me the way ya treat me and I won't let you hate yourself!"

He hugged you even tighter, squeezing you as he hid his face in your shoulder

"you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, okay? You always know how to make me feel better and it's my turn to make you feel better but you gotta listen to me! I lo-love you! The great Mammon loves you so badly that he just wants to kiss you every day! You're amazing and I won't forgive ya if you let yourself keep going on like this, let me support you.... please...I don't want you to go."

Levithan:

He couldn't get it

He's always been jealous of your personality and ability to make others feel good

His envy makes him despise himself - so seeing you be the same, he couldn't take it

He gave you one big squeeze

"d-don't be stupid! You're the best thing that's come into my life - even better than ruri-chan!"

You didn't believe him, he was obessed with that character

"but it's true-! If I could I'd get loads of merchandise of you too because you're my favourite person! You're just like the protagonists I read about."

His face was beat red but he was determined to make you feel better

"You're Henry, you are brave and kind, always trying your best even if that best isn't up to your own or others standards, you Inspire me! I've thought about of making a series about you...so others can feel just as happy as I do when I see you, you make me feel less insecure and like I actually mean something - why can I do to make you feel the same? You mean everything to me! I really like you....I like-like you-! I LOVE YOU AND I WANT YOU TO BE HAPPY! Let me make you feel how you make me feel because then you'll see just how amazing you are!"

Satan:

Did someone makes you feel like this or was it just your own thoughts?

If it isn't the latter he'll need to find out who's hurt you

But right now, he hugged you tighter and cradled your head

He couldn't stand to see and hear you so destressed

"did I do something to make you feel like this? I'm so sorry if I did, I don't always realize when I come off rude or hateful- I could never hate you."

You held him tight, telling him to stop

"but I need to fix it if I've hurt you and if it wasn't me then whoever did needs to keep quiet, you don't deserve these feelings."

You huffed, trying to not cry more

He gave your Shoulder a small squeeze

"you're more than enough for me, you're so good to me - sometimes I wonder if I'm good enough for you, you're always so patient with me and don't make me feel like I'm some unthinking beast, you don't think I'm lying when I be genuine and that makes me love you - I do love you - you make me feel good and I want to do the same for you, you're beyond good and I'll always be happy with the person you are and can become because I know you can do so much and always bring positivity even in the darkest times."

Asmodeus:

He's crying too

He hated of being seen as insecure

He only wanted confidence

Seeing you sob and beat on yourself like this only reminded him of his most private moments

He held you even closer, rocking you gently

"No, dear, I love you too much to let you feel like this, you're amazing to me and I think you're better than even myself, you're my number 1."

You shook your head, telling him he's lying

"I'm not, why would I lie? You're the sweetest person I know, you don't see me as some sex object - you make me feel real and happy - so so happy."

He kissed the top of your head, hiding his tear streaked face

"I want you to be happy....you deserve it, you've got only so long to live and I'm so scared that you're going to hate yourself even until you die, I don't want that! You're beautiful amazing and I could never ask for anyone better! Please- just let's work on our confidence together...okay? You're so wonderful, don't let yourself become so hateful."

Beezlebub:

He's absolutely broken

How didn't he realize you felt this bad about yourself??

He didn't even realize he was crying aswell, just holding you close as his mind screamed at him

"did something make you feel like this? It hurts to hear you say these things."

You shook your head before nodding, muttering you just won't talk anymore

"I didn't mean that, I always want you to be open with me and if not me, atleast one of my brother's."

He picked you up, placing you in a more comfortable position and held you close to his chest

"I love you, it took me awhile to realize that but I do, you make me feel full and happy - like I just ate a big buffet of warm cakes and dishes, I'm always warm when I'm with you, I don't believe you're not good enough - you're kind to me and never judge me for eating, you help me with working out but most importantly, you fixed my family and brought my twin back, I don't know how to make you see how much that means to me and I don't want you to feel bad about yourself when you're always the best person in the room - you're really great."

Belphegor:

"just let me die"

Those words hurt him so bad

He was like that, he demanded to be left to Rot with his own self loathing when Lilith died

He pulled you close to his chest as he grabbed your shoulder

"You're not allowed to feel like this, you've done nothing to feel this much hatred towards yourself."

You told him he was wrong, crying harder

"when am I wrong? I- okay, I can be wrong but I'm not wrong about you, you're my favourite person which means I love you and I don't let my favourite people sit and cry."

He cuddled you, nuzzling his cheek against yours

"You saved me and I will never able to make it up to you, I've hurt you and I hate it- I hate that I'm a reason you get scared, don't ever let yourself rot away, when my brother's just leave me to sleep I always feel so much dread - that I'm being left to die in my bed and will never get to see their faces again - I'll never be able to see your face again....I wouldn't be able to take it.....seeing you everyday makes me want to leave my bed and always make sure you smile, let me make you smile again."

[athenamikaelson]

So I've been on tiktok like ya do and I found myself in grave cleaning tiktok and I think this sounds so good for a spn fic. Would you be able to write something for reader being a normal civilian and taking on the hobby of cleaning up old graves from overgrown grass and moss and making the stones readable again? The ghosts in the graveyard take a liking to reader and when they see someone being rude towards reader, they terrorize them, leading Sam and Dean to show up on the case. Reader has no idea how she's connected and the ghosts obviously don't like the Winchesters. You can end it how you like! If you don't want to write it that's totally fine!

Sam and Dean Winchester x Reader

Request- So I've been on tiktok like ya do and I found myself in grave cleaning tik tok and I think this sounds so good for a spn fic. Would you be able to write something for a reader being a normal civilian and taking on the hobby of cleaning up old graves from overgrown grass and moss and making the stones readable again? The ghosts in the graveyard take a liking to the reader and when they see someone being rude towards the reader, they terrorize them, leading Sam and Dean to show up on the case. Reader has no idea how she's connected and the ghosts obviously don't like the Winchesters. You can end it how you like! If you don't want to write it that's totally fine!

Warnings- Swearing, Dean and Sam being helpless dorks, An ass named Alec, assault

Word Count- 1877

“Well that should do it Earl.” Rinsing off the last of the grime on Earl Danberry’s grave I start to pack up my grave cleaning kit. A lot of the people in town think I’m weird for cleaning the graves but I really don’t care. Just because these people don’t see a reason doesn’t mean I don’t. One day when I pass and get a gravestone of my own, I hope somebody will do for me what I’m doing now. And I just find it nice to clean them for the souls of the people that inhabit them. 

Packing up the rest of my supplies I start to walk to my car as I feel a cold chill brush against me.

“Thanks again kid.” Earl looks at the girl. Patting her on the shoulder. 

“Earl you do know she can’t hear you right?” Another ghost says behind him from a group of ghosts who come to visit you whenever you come to clean another grave.

“I know but the kids good. She deserves a little thanks. Even if she doesn’t hear it.” A few sounds of agreement come from the group. 

“Ya she is.”

As I’m placing the last of my stuff into the trunk I feel a presence behind me. Whipping around I come face to face with the gravedigger Alec. His stench of B.O and the dirty wife beater he’s wearing are the first things I notice. The second is the grim smirk on his face. It would’ve made me possibly less uncomfortable if there was anyone around us and the sun wasn’t fading but because she things weren’t a chill runs down my spine, but not from the cold.

“Heya darling, cleanen them stupid graves again I see?” Alec’s gruff voice comes out as if he just smoked 2 packs of cigarettes before talking to me. 

“Well I don’t think they’re stupid. They represent these people’s past lives. I would think someone who works here would understand that.” He takes a step closer which instantly makes me step back, hitting the edge of the trunk.

Little do you know the spirits were standing off the the side watching the whole encounter.

“He better not try anything.”

“I’ve always hated him.”

“I’m dead and still have better manners than that ass.”

“If he touches Y/N he’ll regret it.”

“Agreed.”

The spirits all agree as they watch the encounter.

“Well surgah I only do this for the check. Mans got to make a living somehow.” His eyes roam up and down my body as I try to make as much space between us.

“Um, ya sure. Well sorry sir but I really have got to get going, cat to feed and all.” As I’m turning around I feel his hand grab my wrist tightly and pull me towards him. Only now able to smell the wrecking smell of alcohol coming from him. 

 “Not so fast sweetheart. We’re having a nice little chat, no reason to be a bitch and leave now.” I try to pull away but he grabs my hair with his other hand and brings my to him. 

I quickly think and bring my knee up to the place no man wants to get hit and quickly run to my car to get in and lock it once I’m inside. Alec comes up to my window and starts pounding his fists on it slurring out swears as I quickly slam on the gas and leave.

The fuming group of spirits all came to an unsaid agreement. He wasn’t going to get away with that. 

“Let’s get to work.”

Sam’s POV

“So Mr. Benjamin,” looking over to the gravedigger who clearly looks like he needs to take a shower, “can you please tell us what happened?”

The gravedigger looks at Dean and I as if he has someplace better to be. 

“I already told the other cops.”

I was about to open my mouth, but was interrupted by Dean. 

“Well Alec, we’re not the other cops are we?” Den raises a brow at the man who looks at Dean in disgust before rolling his eyes and muttering a “fine”.

“Well I was just at home by myself, which isn’t a usual thing you know,” Dean raises another brow at the guy, already annoyed, “and all of a sudden my cabinets are being flung open and all my dishes are being thrown on the ground, chairs and moving by themselves and then it all stopped.”

“Is that all?” I ask him which earns a look as if I’m the crazy one.

“No.” He lifts the edge of his shirt where the scar of a knife wound is evident. 

“After it stopped a knife just flew up to me, stopped mid-air and threw itself into my side!”

Dean and I share a glance. 

“Do you have any idea who would do this to you? Any enemies in town?” Alec looked down at his feet for a moment as if deciding if he wanted to speak.

 “Mr. Benjamin, anything helps.” 

“Fine. This girl who comes and cleans the graves every now and then  and I got into a disagreement the very day it happened. She’s a witch I tell you. A freak. Who comes in their freetime to clean old dusty graves?!”

“Wait she cleans them just because?”

“What was the argument about?” Dean and I question at the same time. Mine the ladder. 

“Yes she does. And um,” he stops and thinks about his next answer which alerts a red flag to me, “She’s just crazy you know?”

“Ok, can you give us her name please?”

“Y/F/N Y/L/N”

Dean’s POV

Walking up to the house of the Y/L/N girl I look over to Sam.

“Witch?” A confused look crosses both our faces because of the exterior of the house, bright and full of life and color. Not something most witches would live in. 

“Let’s just talk to her first and then decide what to do.”

I walk up to the door and knock expecting an old bag to open the door but am surprised when my eyes meet a youthful Y/E/C.

A look of question in them as I can’t seem to form a question as I stare down at her and take in everything about her. Her Y/H/C that he’d love to run his hands through and your luscious red lips that he couldn’t help but imagine them on- 

“I’m sorry, um could I help you gentlemen?” 

Sam’s POV

A melodic voice enters my ears as I peer to Dean who looks like he’s lost in thought, just staring at the poor girl.

“Yes. Ms. Y/L/N?” The girl sends me an award winning smile that almost makes my knees give out. I can see why Dean can’t speak. But one of us has to.

“Yes we’re with the FBI,” I flash my fake badge and wait for Dean to show his and when I notice he’s still looking at the girl in awe I hit him with my elbow knocking him back into reality.

He quickly straightens up, showing his badge.  

A look of confusion and fear passes the girl's features and at that moment I just want to assure her everything will be ok. Oh shit. Witch Right. 

“Is something wrong? Is someone hurt? Oh, please come in.” She moves out of the way and we make our way to her living room as she leads us. 

“Do you both want anything to drink?” She sends a warm but weary smile our way.

I was about to object, as she might be a witch and all but am quickly interrupted by Dean agreeing quickly. 

As she gets up I send a glare to him which only earns my a sly smile and shrug.

Your POV

After handing the FBI men their teas I quickly sit in my seat putting my hands underneath my legs to keep them from shaking in nervousness at the men,

“What happened?” I ask the taller handsome one. The shorter handsome one has barely said 2 words so I thought I’d have a better chance of getting a response from the tall one. 

“Well a Mr. Alec Benjamin was attacked the other day and he had said that you both had gotten into an argument. We are here to follow up on that. Can you tell us what it was about?” I quickly shift in my seat uncomfortable with the question.

I take a deep breath before I try my best to answer the question. 

“I had just finished cleaning one of the graves when ALec had stopped me by my car. He started talking to me oddly and I smelt the alcohol on him which made me uncomfortable so I tried to walk away but he grabbed me and wouldn't let go. I hit him and I loosen his hold enough for me to get to my car and drive off. I haven’t seen him since.” I let out a shaky breath before leaning back in my seat avoiding the men’s gazes.

Dean’s POV

Oh I’m going to beat the shit out of that motherfuc-

Sam’s POV

I can feel my hand grip tightly onto the side of the chair. That ass should be thankful I didn’t know this when I saw him or I would’ve-

“Is there anything else?” Her small voice makes me relax somehow.

“Um, did you notice anything weird beforehand? Cold spots, static, sulfur?” A look of confusion crosses her face before she bites her lips. Instantly drawing my attention. Please don’t be a witch.

“Sometimes when I’m there I feel coldspots, before I was leaving I felt one. But I hadn’t thought anything of it. Why?”

I send her a small smile. Understanding now what must’ve happened.

“Nothing for you to worry about. I think that’s all the questions we have for today. Thank you for your time.” As we get up I see Dean hand her a piece of paper. 

“Please call me if you ever have any questions.” He sends her a smirk which hides the gleeful look in his eyes. 

“Of course.” She brings us to the door and waves us goodbye as we leave. As soon as she shuts the door I hit Dean in the stomach. 

“Did you just give her your number?”

“Don’t act like you don’t act like you didn’t have the same idea.”

We make it to the hotel room and once I open the door Dean and I stare in disbelief.

The place looks like it just got robbed, sheets thrown everywhere glasses broken. But nothing is missing.

“What the hell happened!” Dean’s gruff voice yells. The same question runs through my head before a chill washes over the room.

“Stay away from Y/N!” Voices boom through the room and Dean and I turn around to face a group of ghosts glaring at us. I’m about to grab a rock salt gun, but when I turn around they’re already gone.

“Please tell me she doesn’t have a bunch of angry spirits as her fairy godmother’s?” I look over to Dean before a small smirk crosses his face.

“That’s cool as fuck.”

Taglist- @akshi8278

[the-lone-witch-and-secret-room]

Wow ok dude calm down, from one writer to another, even if that other guys comment was like 1% rude (which I’ll grant you) it definitely wasn’t rude enough to warrant a rant like THAT, yikes man don’t ice your fans like that

*breathes in* *breathes out*

Okay, listen. I get where you’re coming from. But also, I’ve been dealing with comments like that one for as long as I write publicly. Is it possible that that person didn’t actually mean to be rude? Sure. But that’s part of the problem. A lot of people write these types of comments thinking they’re encouraging the writer, when in reality, this is not only likely very discouraging but also puts the author under immense amounts of stress.

The post was a rant, yes. But it was also an explanation to people about why they shouldn’t leave these types of comments, since they could actively be hurting and discouraging the authors they actually want to support. Yes, this is a me-thing, but it also applies to other authors, even if it might not apply to you.

It also bears repeating that the post was less about the comment itself and more about these types of comments in general, and just used this one specific comment as an example.

But let me explain more in-depth why this comment set me off.

I put Amity-amounts of pressure on myself. I always feel like everything I do has to be perfect, and if I can’t achieve that, it makes me feel inadequate. I often feel lost. I’m extremely insecure and constantly doubt my own skills. I always feel like no matter what I do, it won’t ever be good enough. And not being able to meet someone’s expectations, even those of a person that doesn’t matter to me in the slightest, that I don’t know and have never talked to, makes me feel awful. I know that shouldn’t be the case. But it is.

Like I said, I can’t even relax without feeling guilty about the fact that I’m not working on my writing during the time I relax.

This isn’t just “oh, she got pissed off over nothing”, this is legitimately that little comment made me feel extremely down and on top of some other unpleasant thing that happened yesterday this almost made me cry.

Maybe that’s silly. Maybe it’s stupid. And I’m not expecting you to 100% understand that. But I know I’m not the only author that hates these types of comments, and I very much doubt I’m the only person that’s ever felt this awful about a comment like that.

If they don’t bother you that much personally, good for you, anon! I’m very happy for you! It’s great not to be dependent on other people’s expectations and I really wish I was more like you in that regard.

There’s also another, additional reason these types of comments make me super uncomfortable. I’ve dealt with people, outside of writing, who were under the impression that they are entitled to a certain amount of my time just because they’re friends with me—not the kind of “I wanna occasionally hang out”-stuff, but straight up telling me I have to be online certain hours a day, or that I should consider abandoning my hobbies so I have more time for them! This has always left a bad taste in my mouth, and I’ve learned to recognize it as a major red flag in friendships overtime.

So someone I don’t even know implying (if on purpose or not) I should spend less time on other things I enjoy and more time producing content for them is going to piss me off, because it reminds me of bad experiences I’ve made with people that were under the impression I was their entertainment machine rather than my own person.

If you think it was rude that I reacted like that, I understand and respect that. That’s totally fair.

I hope I could make you understand better why I posted what I posted and why I was so upset over this.

If that’s not the case, and if you feel like you can’t keep following me with a good conscience, feel free to unfollow me.

If you keep following me, please be aware that I will occasionally speak out on things that bother and hurt me.

That’s never going to be the majority of my posts, but it is something that might come up every now and again.

I’ll be sure to tag “Eleena rants” in the future in case anyone wants to blacklist that so they don’t have to see this type of posts.

[koteosa]

here’s some modern au headcanons for the arcana ... it’s something I think about a lot

Asra

gamer memeing shitlord . he majored in minecraft you cannot convince me otherwise

plays A Lot of minecraft but also just enjoys any similar sort of game, sdv, animal crossing, etc. He’s really good at video games but he’s just fucking around . he likes to play online games and try his best to make everyone hate him in a really harmless sort of way . he heals the enemy spy . changes his display name and avatar to be exactly the same as someone else . tells people to go into the console and type unbindall

he plays games with his friends and he’s usually the top player so he just spends his time spoiling the shit out of his friends giving them good items carrying them through dungeons etc but not Julian, he tells Julian to dig straight down in minecraft . Julian doesn’t ever know what he’s doing in any video game so Asra trains him wrong on purpose, as a joke

anyway enough about video games (for now)

Asra lives in a van that he painted the exterior of himself, it was both a fun project and a very smug way to annoy people with this awful fucking hippie van strolling into town, eat shit

it’s decorated with crystals, furs, fairy lights, mason jars full of food For The Aesthetic, books, etc. It’s very cozy, cottagecore / bohemian and it’s ridiculously obvious that he’s into witchcraft. he just lets Faust explore because this isn’t real and I can pretend that a snake is exactly as well behaved as in a fantasy story

basically homeless by choice

drugs tw but I see him as the type to want to try anything and everything at least once so if he’s ever been offered A Drug (and he crashes parties for fun and for free food, so he’s got opportunities) he’ll try it Just To See, and this has resulted in some bad trips before, but Muriel saw him in the middle of one and then after he sobered up Muriel put his foot down and made Asra agree to only do these things as responsibly as possible, like, with supervision from a friend

still drugs tw but I also see Asra as a stoner but in the cbd edibles sort of way, a lot of this is because I headcanon Asra as having ADD (because I do and I want to project a little bit) so it helps him focus but also he just Likes It. the glove box of his car has like, chocolate/lollipop edibles stuff like that

goes between like super healthy elaborate meals with mushrooms and veggies and fresh meat and shit and then just eating nothing but cheez-its all day

style wise I see him as the type to wear a lot of tank tops, like, the loosest of tank tops so it hangs super low and long and you get some nice cleavage out of it, crystal necklaces, gold jewelry, pride pins/jewelry/etc (trans/nonbinary/bisexual flags), oversized hoodies with loud colorful patterns, joggers and other loose comfy pants, and either boots or slippers

he’s got like... the at home look that’s basically what I just described, and then the away from home look that’s got thirty layers and none of it makes sense and he just shows up in orange crocs With Patterned Socks and everyone who sees him just lets out the heaviest sigh

Asra getting home be like (takes off a layer of clothes) (takes off a layer of clothes) (takes off a layer of clothes) (takes off a layer of clothes) (takes off a l

He likes to go on long road trips completely at random and saves up money to go on more extensive trips like, out of the continent. It can be really hard to place him at any given time, especially because he’s extremely slow to respond to texts for a whole multitude of reasons. He just fucking vanishes sometimes and he doesn’t get that maybe people want to know where he is. He’s too solitary

He makes money either via street performances (magic, tarot readings, etc) or selling shit on etsy like handmade tarot decks, crystal necklaces, magic charms, etc. He Has Never Worked A Day In His Life and He Will Not Start Now

Responsibility? Don’t know her

People ask him really obnoxious questions sometimes and he makes outlandish lies to tell them for fun . Why do you live in a van? A house killed my parents

In the fall/winter he lives with Muriel or more to the point, he crashes on his couch for a really long time and Muriel’s landlord doesn’t need to know about it for rent purposes

Julian

he’s a highly paid doctor and your mother would love it if you’d marry him if not for the fact that he looks like he never left his teenage emo phase

PIERCINGS

There’s DEFINITELY at least one piercing on his d

he lives with Portia and Mazelinka and tries to handle all their expenses but Mazelinka won’t fucking let him

soundproofed his room but not because he’s a youtuber or anything but because he uh. y’know what I’m gonna let y’all figure this one out on your own

goes to like............. lgbt friendly bdsm clubs every now and then looking for someone to step on him and call him garbage it’s for his mental health you don’t understand

black turtlenecks . silver jewelry . distinguished but Edgy as well, black boots, winklepickers, doc martens, ohmygod this is my SHIT I’m giving him red plaid pants and a reversed cross necklace and a leather jacket that says some radical shit on the back and Lots of Rings . black jeans with tears in the knees and black eyeshadow, demonia boots, leather gloves, hhhhhhOHmy GOD

catch him at home in black leggings and a my chemical romance tshirt with holes in it . he wakes up in the morning with yesterday’s makeup and he just cleans it up a little and that’s good enough

fairly small bedroom because he’s usually never at home, but it’s still pretty clear what he’s into even if it’s not super decorated or elaborate, kind of just Default Room but with his stuff arranged throughout . band posters, black furniture, a bed that looks like a depressed vampire sleeps in it, a bookshelf but most of the books are scattered around his desk, bed, and the floor. there’s a taxidermy skull on display somewhere because it’s just so dramatic you gotta love it

plays a black electric violin

extremely out of tune with pop culture he still listens to 70-00s music and he doesn’t know what a minecraft is or why Asra keeps yelling CREEPER when he comes into the room nor why Portia yells back AW MAN

I googled it and he qualifies as a millennial but I still see him as such a fucking old man who doesn’t know how to use electronics

despite being a doctor he’s so unhealthy . he eats nothing but depression meals (or just, nothing) unless someone forces him to sit down and eat an actual meal . No Julian whiskey does not count for your daily water intake

Malak probably happened because Julian wouldn’t stop feeding every black bird he saw just for the aesthetic and that was like 17 years ago but they still show up at his window expecting almonds or whatever the fuck . he changes houses but they’re too smart . you try to be a cool gothic thespian with a raven that will pose on your arm ONE time when you’re a teenager and they just never stop coming

sad lonely no friends hasn’t been laid in six years because he’s too busy and no longer remembers how to form meaningful relationships. Portia keeps being like so I met this really hot (insert gender here) and like idk I think they’re into goth dudes............... just saying...................... and he’s like am I really so pathetic that I’m going to let my baby sister set up blind dates for me? Yes

would drive something very goth like a hearse or some shit if not for the fact that his family would make sure he ends up in a coffin in the back of it if he drove up in that shit . please . buy a normal fucking car . Julian . oh my god

he starts quoting melodramatic poetry at the slightest inconvenience . he is that “All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread. My cat stole my fucking garlic bread” meme

been arrested multiple times for general rowdiness but also for political activism . at this point Portia/Mazelinka will just sigh and pay his bail and they don’t even ask what he did this time . how does he still have a job? I wish I knew

theater kid

Muriel

lives in a rundown apartment in the shitty part of town because it’s all he can afford, it’s quiet, and no one will try to visit him (except Asra) because no one wants to go to THAT part of town . but no harm will likely ever befall him because he’s 6′10 and like three million pounds of raw muscle with battle scars like you gonna fuck with that? really?

even if he got robbed it wouldn’t matter because A) he doesn’t own anything B) Inanna will chase the thief away

depression man staying in his quiet rundown dark apartment distracting himself with idle hobbies and taking care of his dog to prevent the encroaching ennui from tearing him a new asshole

changes jobs frequently both because he never stands out therefore never gets taken on full time after the part time trial period, AND to protect himself from the horror of being known

works mostly things like construction, auto repair, dog sitting/walking/etc, woodworking, mostly hard labor but if he can convince granny to let a very scary but completely harmless man look after her bichon frise for the weekend then he’s pretty happy about that

in a similar manner, he orders everything online so cashiers/etc won’t start to recognize him. delivery workers leave everything outside his door and he just drags it inside after they leave like an itazura kitty coin bank

goes camping a lot because staying cooped up in his apartment is super bad for his mental health and he doesn’t like to take walks through the city for a multitude of reasons. he takes Inanna on walks through the woods instead

Asra is his only friend and that’s fine (it’s not fine)

convinced therapy doesn’t work and he wants nothing to do with it

doesn’t like using electronics and only keeps a few things around his house so Asra can use them when he’s around . Muriel has a phone (that Asra got for him) so he can text Asra, check the time, check the weather, google questions, and like, nothing else

pretty much only happy when something is about dogs. he wants to go to the pet store and look at the dogs but he needs Asra to go with him so Asra can distract the workers and Muriel can look at the puppies in peace

dresses in blacks, grays, greens, and browns for the most part, jacket with the hood up, tank tops, dark jeans with tears in them, brown boots with mud stains on them . functional, not particularly stylish, and if he’s going to be in public he doesn’t want to make it easy for anyone to see his face. at home it’s mostly no shirt + sweatpants/joggers/etc. doesn’t accessorize or put in any real effort. he doesn’t care what he looks like (because he’s convinced he’s not much to look at anyway)

lives that super eco friendly life like Asra does but it’s more that he just feels comfortable living like he’s always on a camping trip

he doesn’t want to eat junk like Asra does but if Asra shows up with mcdonalds then well he can’t really say no

the type who uses something until he absolutely cannot use it anymore instead of just buying a new one

has never been to a doctor, dentist, etc Ever. the most he can do is take Inanna to the vet because he loves her so much

drives a very old pickup truck with like, chipped paint and mud stains. he’d take better care of it if only anything in life mattered

didn’t go to school

Portia

I like to think that she took on a groundskeeping job at Nadia’s very expensive large house and they fell in love and now Nadia pays for everything and Portia just spends her time gardening, playing with Pepi, and like idk running a vlogging/gaming youtube channel

200 videos of Pepi on her youtube channel with 4 million views each bare minimum . takes random videos of cats where she has to audio edit it to shit so you can’t hear her high pitched squeals of delight

minecraft let’s play part 30 where her, Asra, Nadia, and Julian play together and it’s extremely chaotic because Asra and Portia decide to gang up on Julian who does NOT know what he’s doing, and then Nadia surprises them all by not being the bigger person and instead tricking Julian into some elaborate trap where he steps on a trapdoor and falls 15 blocks into some lava and he looks up and all he sees is Nadia’s smug fucking avatar looking down at him

nightcore. it’s just not FAST enough

wears sweaters with cats on them. generally dresses in warm colors + brown/green, it’s like a very soft cozy look that you could go camping in or just generally be outside and get grass stains and whatnot. cute, functional

likes to make Julian do things for her like drive her places etc because like, he will. he always will

really likes social gatherings with her friends; sleepovers, beach trips, sitting at mcdonalds and pouring all their fries into a pile etc. tries to get Julian to go with her but he’s Just So BUSY. she makes fun of him and makes him drive her to it, then manages to convince him to stay

cottagecore aesthetic . she just thinks it’s so cute to have the little mason jars and decorate everything with leaves and flowers and BEES and whatnot . would love to live in a little cottage with a farm if she could

her room has a big cat tree in it . green wallpaper with yellow flowers. pressed flowers into books, an extremely cozy bed, fairy lights, it’s very farmy but also there’s a lot of electronics. she’s got a lot of 00s games, like, right in that ps2 sweet spot

nicknames all of her pokemon

she spoils the ever loving shit out of Pepi. She’s got a little cat harness and they go on walks through the park together

I don’t have a lot to say about the other two I Am Sorry

[fairiesherefairiesthere]

Nothing if not an opportunist (Fraxus)

Short summary: Freed gets kidnapped and Laxus picks his ass up, bc being together is what nice boyfriends do uwu

Intro: 

A more than agreeable way to start one's morning would be with a nice cup of coffee and some baked goods of choice. Should the weather be pleasant, this delightful breakfast could've been taken in his garden. The flowerfilled wonder would look and smell heavenly in the soft light of the morning sun. But alas, hypotheticals are merely that and Freed is having a far less enjoyable morning so far.

Rest of the fic under the cut!

It goes without question that a group of people ambushing you on your way home is far from ideal. It only gets worse when they decide to tie you up with magic-blocking handcuffs right after that and throw you in the back of some dinky carriage. Rude.

With a sigh, Freed repositions himself, trying to find a posture that doesn't cut off his blood circulation. Thanks to an ungodly amount of yoga sessions with Bickslow, he quickly achieves his goal but it's still a far cry from his cozy couch. Inspecting the space, he tuts in disapproval. No cushions, no blankets, not even a beanbag. They should really level up their accommodations if they wanted to avoid the wrath of their temporary guests. A shame they didn't keep that in mind, but Freed sure as hell will.

While he's debating what exactly the awful stench invading his nostrils is, he catches the men in the front talking about a certain topic that catches his attention. His ransom note. Briefly, he mentally deducts some points from them for not putting silencing runes in place.

As the men talk in a not at all hushed tone of voice, it quickly becomes clear that there's no interest in him personally. It's Laxus they're after. A bit predictable and consequently, a bit boring. He mentally deducts a few more points. If they keep this up, they'll end up becoming the worst team that kidnapped him in the shortest amount of time.

Because he considers himself a graceful man, raised right as well as raised to be a bastard, he puts his face between the bars separating him and his kidnappers. "Good day gentlemen," he starts politely and in return, one of them spits in his face. Disappointing. He'll keep it in mind. Outwardly unperturbed, he continues. "I have been listening to your attempts at writing a threatening ransom note for the past half hour and quite frankly, I am not at all impressed. Please try to be at least intelligible, we wouldn't want them to get wrong impressions right?"

"Shut up, I'll torture and kill you", one of them growls and Freed nods enthusiastically. "That's it! Clear and to the point. Now please describe exactly how you'll do it and I'll rephrase it for you. I want my ransom note to be up to my standards. I expect both eloquence and elegance. Maybe even a hint of cheekiness if we're feeling up to it." As the man starts a litany of threats and curses, Freed carefully paraphrases everything, which only heats the man up more. As he gets his enjoyment out of harassing the man, he catches his accomplice writing down his more concrete, paraphrased version of the threats.

Although he missed out on a nice, peaceful morning he can't say that he isn't enjoying himself right now. Being a pest is an artform he's fully mastered.

Laxus hasn't seen Freed all day and to be honest, he hadn't really been worried. That is until he's sipping on a beer while Bickslow and Evergreen are making themselves a tad bit too comfortable on his couch. They had thrown him off and are currently engaged in a fight for the sole rights to the leather-worn throne. Seeing how vicious the fight is turning, he's glad that he had already been eliminated from the fight.

A letter is shoved underneath his door and although Laxus is lightning fast, he's unable to catch even a glimpse of the mailman. "A secret love letter!" Bickslow exclaims from his place on the floor and Evergreen rolls her eyes in response. "If that was a love letter, I'd throw it in the trash. Look at the shoddy thing!"

She's right, Laxus realises. The letter looks awful, crumpled and stained with what seems to be blood. Worry increasing, he opens it up and quickly scans the content of the text. His concern reaches a peak when he spots the long lock of green hair attached to the letter and as he holds it up, Evergreen and Bickslow hiss in unison. "Our baby got kidnapped again, didn't he?" Bickslow asks and Laxus nods.

"They've included an address and say I should come weaponless and with magic-blocking cuffs already on. They say they have to settle a score with me and if I don't come within the next 48 hours they'll kill him. With every hour the torture also increases."

Bickslow whistles between his teeth. "Guess ya gotta go huh?" Evergreen frowns. "Do you even have magic blocking cuffs?" she asks and he points at the ceiling. "In my bedroom", he says and while Bickslow cackles, Evergreen's frown only gets deeper. "Why are there magic-blocking handcuffs in your bedroom...?" When Laxus returns with the green, fluffy cuffs, Evergreens' disappointment is palpable. "They've got little lightning bolts on them!" he tries to defend himself and it sounds ridiculous to his own ears.

Trying to desperately change the subject, he asks if they want to come along on the rescue mission. The answer's a firm no. "The aftermath of these situations are never pretty", Evergreen whispers, eyes clouded with a distant emotion. "I don't want to see the violence, the effects of hopelessness", Bickslow adds, swallowing dryly. Laxus understands their sentiment better than anyone. "Then I'll be bringing him back", he promises, although he knows he doesn't have to. They know he does it every time without fail.

Laxus arrives at the castle at twilight, light and dark intertwining as he enters the too quiet place. Normally castles of this size should be alive, the hum of the hustling and bustling of servants forming the core of it's sound. Although he can hear people scurrying about far away, there's still the lingering feeling that it is way too quiet. It's as though the castle is awaiting his arrival with baited breath.

Upon entering the hall, he's greeted by a quivering maid. Unable to look him in the eyes, she asks: "Master Dreyar, I presume?" while directing her gaze at the floor. "Take me where I need to be." He doesn't mean to be so brusque, but he has no time to spare for useless pleasantries.

She quickly guides him to the main room and even before he enters it, he knows that the room will be a show of absolute opulence, meant to intimidate him from the get go. As soon as he enters, his suspicions are confirmed.

The ceiling is as high as the ceiling of most gothic churches and the candles lighting up the room are a mere few. Nevertheless, every grim decoration in the rooms is properly lit. The decorative skulls, the chains, everything is immersed in the same eerie glow. In this faint light, Laxus can make out the servants stationed at the sides of the carpet leading to the throne. Behind them, there are scratches on the walls, destroyed tables and what seems to be... bits and bops of human beings. It's like an Ikea set of human remains.

A cough draws his attention to the throne. The glow of the lights reflects of the crown of the man sitting on it. The light also bounces off the bejeweled cape draped across his shoulders and Laxus can't help but stare. Perched on the throne like a lazy cat who has very much made a place formerly belonging to someone else is his own, is Freed Justine. "Hello Laxus, I was wondering when you'd show up. Did you like my letter?"

As Freed slinks of the throne and walks towards him, with every piece of jewelry that comes to light as he draws closer, jingling softly. The sound matches Freed's natural sound well and the lavish jewelry take his already handsome looks to another level. That and the horns accentuating the crown, the little tinge of red left on his too sharp teeth as well as the glow in his usually hidden eye.

He's not surprised at this situation in the slightest, as this is how Freed's kidnappings usually go. The man is simply too charming, too cunning and too powerful to be contained by a few simple bandits. The only reason Laxus comes to pick him up, is because he knows Freed enjoys being walked home. It's the simple things, like this form of domesticity, that makes their relationship so enjoyable.

"I asked the servants to prepare us a meal before we set off? Would you join me Mister Dreyar?" he asks teasingly. "It is our date night after all." With a smile he agrees. "It is, this is very considerate of you." Freed gives him a chuckle and a wink in return. "I'm nothing if not an opportunist." They toast to that later on.

Once back at the guild, Makarov flags them down, concern evident on his face. "You've got to take better care of him", he hisses at Laxus and before Laxus can tell him that he really doesn't have to, Freed smoothly cuts in. "Please don't worry about it master, he already does such a splendid job of saving me every time. A man can't ask for more than a splendid hero, right?"

Although it's a lie totally dicrediting Freed's own skill, Laxus doesn't correct him, even though he wants to. He knows Freed by now, knows that every lie, every piece of omitted information is probably part of a scheme of a sly mind that never stops working. He knows that the image of a mage depending on Laxus makes him a walking target and Laxus knows that the man enjoys nothing more than a good fight. Maybe there's more to it than Freed's hobby of beating up people, maybe there isn't. Either way, Laxus loves watching Freed's plans unfold, even if it means that he has to hold his tongue sometimes.

[missmentelle]

I just watched the Netflix show You and it's been discussed but I don't really understand - in a relationship, how does one project their own views and fantasies onto another person? How can you tell if it's happening? Is there a certain point where it's normal or it can't be helped? It's happened a lot in the show but I'm having trouble identifying it. Also, I recommend watching You: it's a thoughtful take on how we view romantic relationships as a society and how that can be twisted

I absolutely love that show.  For those of you who haven’t seen the thriller show “You”, it’s about a charismatic but underachieving man named Joe who works as the manager at a bookstore in Manhattan. He meets a young grad student named Beck when she comes into his bookstore one afternoon, and is immediately infatuated with her; he is completely consumed by his desire for a relationship with her, and it becomes clear very quickly that he’s willing to go to extreme lengths to make it happen.  (Mild spoilers for Season One ahead) Joe is obsessed with Beck from the moment he lays eyes on her. But of course, he’s not really obsessed with her - he is obsessed with the person that he wants her to be. He decides - based only on her clothes, the book she buys and a three-minute conversation with her - that she’s a bookish “good girl” and an intellectual, a serious writer who values real literature and doesn’t crave men’s attention. And he’s very interested in that. She’s his Manic Pixie Dream Grad Student, whether she likes it or not. It’s clear from the very beginning that Joe thinks extremely highly of himself, and he feels entitled to a woman who is just as intelligent and sophisticated as he is - when he looks at Beck, he decides that she’s that perfect girl he’s been waiting for all along. Moreover, he decides that she’s equally interested in him - she pays for her book with a credit card, and Joe decides that she did that because she intentionally wanted Joe to learn her full name. And of course, as Joe learns more about Beck, he discovers that she’s not the artsy, aloof writer he had been envisioning in his head. She goes out drinking with friends that Joe dislikes, she has a trashy boyfriend, she posts selfies on Instagram, and doesn’t actually do any writing. But instead of deciding “oh wow, I was super wrong about this girl, I definitely got carried away”, Joe decides that the REAL Beck is the girl he fantasized about in the bookstore, and that she just needs his help to realize it. He decides that he knows what’s best for a woman who is a complete stranger to him, deliberately manipulating her life to turn her into more of the person he wants her to be, until... well, you know how it ends. 

When you first start watching You, it can be hard to understand how messed-up Joe actually is. He is the main character of the show, and the narrator. He is also capable of great kindness - he genuinely cares for the neglected child who lives in an abusive household next door - and it kinda feels like we’re supposed to root for him. After all, he just wants what’s best for Beck. He sees who she really is inside, and he knows that she deserves better than the life she has right now. He just wants her to reach her full potential and stop wasting time with people who don’t really care about her... what could be so bad about that?

The problem, of course, is that Joe doesn’t know jack shit about Beck, and he has no right to decide what is and isn’t good for her. She is a grown-ass woman, and he is a stranger she met at a bookstore. Joe claims to have good intentions, but his intentions aren’t the point here - nobody has the right to meddle in someone else’s life behind their back, no matter how much they love and care about them. When you truly care about someone, you respect their choices - Joe has absolutely no respect for the decisions Beck makes, and sees no issues with isolating, stalking and terrorizing her if it gets him what he wants. Joe claims that Beck is miserable, but we don’t know actually know that - he filters everything he sees through a very thick lens of his own self-interest. He doesn’t allow her basic autonomy to choose what matters to her. Beck is not actually a real person to Joe - she is a prize that he wants to win.

Think about the show from Beck’s perspective - you’re an adult, with your own whole, complete life. You have friends, dreams, a boyfriend, guilty pleasures. You make bad choices sometimes, sure, but they are YOUR choices, and you have the freedom to make them. And then you walk into a shop one day and the man behind the counter suddenly decides that you’re his soulmate and it’s now his job to make decisions for you. You barely know this guy, but he thinks he has the right to control your life - he wants to control who you date, who you talk to, and how you spend your time. Imagine doing something as ordinary as paying for a book with your credit card, and having the person behind the counter interpret this as evidence that you want them to Google you and come to your house. The very idea of it is terrifying. 

The plot of You is obviously a huge dramatization, but the same dynamic does appear in real-life abusive relationships. Abusers often have very specific ideas about what their ideal partner should be like, and they believe - consciously or unconsciously - that they are “owed” this person. When they meet someone, they tend to decide extremely quickly that THIS is finally the person they’ve been waiting for all along. They don’t really feel the need to get to know the person as an individual - they assume that they already know everything they need to know about the person, and that the relationship will be effortless. When that inevitably doesn’t pan out because their partner is a real person with needs and flaws, they get angry and the abuse starts to come out - they try harder and harder to control their partner and force them back into being the perfect person they’d envisioned, and they lash out angrily when that doesn’t work. 

Although it’s nowhere near as extreme as what happened in You, I’ve had my own experiences with dating someone who was projecting their fantasies on me. My long-term college boyfriend was several years older than me, and already finished with grad school while I was still an undergrad. As the relationship went on, it became very clear that he was looking for a meek, nerdy girl who would appreciate his geek interests but never try to overshadow him. He strongly encouraged me to do the nerdy thing he approved of - cosplaying, attending conventions, playing D&D - but didn’t want me wearing makeup (I wear winged liner every day of my life), dyeing my hair strange colours (which I used to do quite often as a student) or even wearing my contact lenses instead of glasses (I got contacts the moment I was old enough and haven’t been seen in my glasses since). He was hugely threatened by the fact that I took my academics seriously, and he freaked out when I was accepted to an Ivy League grad school because “it would be so humiliating to have a girlfriend who went to a better school than I did”. He had a very specific vision of the kind of girlfriend he wanted to have, and he was prepared to try to stamp out the parts of me that didn’t align with what he wanted.  It’s okay to have standards and expectations for the kind of partner you want to have. That’s normal. I’d argue that it’s necessary. Speaking from personal experience, life is a lot easier when you expect your partners to have mastered basic communication and coping skills. And sometimes you will need to look for a partner who has very specific traits - if your dream is to have 12 children and live on a goat farm, you need to find a partner who is on board with that goal. It’s also fine to have preferences in terms of aesthetics, interests and lifestyles - we’re always going to have certain things that we find appealing, and it’s okay to be into that. What’s not okay is to have such rigid expectations about how our future partner will look, dress and behave that we can’t cope with not getting our exact fantasy. It’s fine to think that dating a quirky art major with a nose ring would be awesome. It’s not fine to think that dating a quirky art major with a nose ring is the answer to all your problems. And it’s definitely not fine to latch on to the first quirky art major with a nose ring that you can find, and then punish them when they turn out to be a complex human with real issues and not just a living doll. Whenever you’re dating, it’s important to remember that you are dating a real, live human, and not a cartoon character. They are going to grow and change, and they are going to have flaws, off-days and traits that don’t match up with your fantasies. Your punky goth girlfriend is going to have days where she just wants to lounge around the house in her pajamas and watch Keeping Up with the Kardashians. Your tough, manly lumberjack boyfriend might have a super sensitive gag reflex and spend an awful lot of time on the phone with his mom. We’re all weird, and each of us needs to have the freedom to be our own kind of weird in a relationship - if you find that your desire to be with someone is extremely dependent on their appearance, dress, weight, hobbies, friends, job, etc, and you can’t handle not having control over those things, you aren’t ready to date.  The other big red flag to look for here is how fast someone rushes the relationship. If you’re projecting your fantasies on someone, you don’t really feel much need to get to know them - like Joe, you’re pretty sure that you know everything that you need to know about them soon after meeting. You are fully expecting this person to be the fantasy partner you desire, and so there’s no point waiting to see how the relationship goes - within weeks, you’re ready to move in together, adopt a pet together, and even get engaged. If you’re convinced that a person you met three weeks ago is your soulmate, it’s time to stop and take a hard look at things - you don’t know a person you meet three weeks ago, and you have no idea if they’re your soulmate or not. You are trying to date a fantasy and not a real person.  Hope this answers your question! MM

[d0ntw0rrybehappy]

i’m going insane lol

so i feel like the next step in working hard is to not even perceive the work i’m doing as tiring. (rereading this it’s making me lol.) it seems weird that i find a part time job at a restaurant this exhausting? and like i can’t pretend that i’m not tired, but i have to somehow take better care of myself and set the conditions to not be tired from it.

i’ve been thinking about baudrillard/barthes a lot still -- pleasantly surprised that their theories are interesting to apply to any- and everything. for example, they both go into how every statement can also be read as its opposite or negation. so, to quote baudrillard, saying “i am not afraid of communism” also implies that communism is something you should be afraid of.

i’ve been using this as a kind of paranoid way to gain insight into why people tell me that i am “strong” because i don’t really know what that means. (other things i am told i am often: sweet, intense). it’s like what they’re saying is, there’s some kind of context, a milieu of weak people i’m being compared to. or like they want to reassure me that i am strong, because i actually come across as how i feel: like a particularly lost, unstable, emotional, sensitive, and lonely person.

i can’t with restaurant work anymore. it. SUCKS. i want to fucking get out, i am like a rat scrabbling at the walls of a glass aquarium. all novelty has worn off, all misguided overtures of honest work or “people skills.” and i’m still stuck here, still holding my breath in the deep end until i can find the eject button. i am tired, my body aches. my body aches!!

i want to just grind my way out (here we are with barthes again -- well if you truly wanted to do that you’d just shut the fuck up and do it instead of writing about it), but here i am, eating another round of chocolate (i don’t smoke, i don’t have sex, i truly just eat), constantly fucking hungry. then like a bull mowing into a red flag i realize i have been grinding...in a completely useless direction. it is like my passion for learning about things gets scattered every which way and i just can’t start, every path is equally exciting and awful and the injunction to “choose” is not “clicking” in my “head.” it’s like my mind cracked open at some point in my teenage years (when i started smoking weed, when my child universe was decisively fractured by a friend) and now the crack is snowing fireworks and glitter and i shift in and out of unreality. 

reality is almost too painful to bear. nobody’s happy: you can find contentment by accepting your current lot, but “happiness" is really just contrast or relief from pain. it comes in and out. most people are too lazy or small-minded or too busy complaining to feel content, or their lives are just too twiggy, got too long in the wrong direction or are just too fucking hard. i guess i still am happy, and still love life, in a sort of ferocious and bloody and hungry way. 

love is bleak, though. i barely even know how to define it anymore. (culture defines a love which we yearn for; we experience “love” insofar as our real love fleetingly resembles this model, only to come up short -- baudrillard). re: love, to use my mom’s favorite school-of-hard-knocks memory device for the laws of thermodynamics -- a subject she took? -- you can’t win, you can’t break even, you can’t get outta the game (and death and taxes). you are going to get royally FUCKED by love just like everybody else, and you are STILL gonna play, you beautiful mortal fool. like the tarot cards lauren dealt me, putting away the three cards she’d used to describe my near future and then flipping through the entire deck, picture side up, without realizing that i was quietly watching it describe my whole entire life -- clinging at the edge of my seat to see some eventual combination that spelled good, strong, lasting love and seeing only struggle, happiness, struggle, pain, struggle, and finally ending, at my death, in a small statue made of gold. 

see also, other realities i hate to swallow: nearly all interpersonal problems are insurmountable and better left undealt with, and work basically sucks unless you are very lucky and very smart. 

work. let’s go back to that. i used to think my work would be respected off its merit; now i see the merit in literally fucking my way up. i wonder if i should even be an artist at all. artists are kinda like showponies or whores; they’re not actually important. the more honest and wonderful they are, the less important they probably are, like schoolteachers. they have an impact on an individual level. but on a societal level, you have no control as an artist. you just get played by bigger fish. better to find a way to have your hands on the gears; that way you have a shot at making a higher-order change to society. but alas, the (capitalist) system is totally out of everyone’s hands and will keep running as usual no matter what you do, still savage in equal amounts, i think. doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try. but at this point i’d give a toe or finger to work for someplace like youtube. at least it’s reached critical mass where i could do something cool and make a difference with emerging media. 

that or i pander to whatever blathering brain-melting slop, drivel, they’re putting on tv for kids and adults. or manage to convince a smaller nonprofit that i am “good at talking to people from diverse socioeconomic backgrounds,” whatever the hell that fucking means. or maybe, ugh god, i’ll work for an ad agency? or do digital strategy? and um, i could say some shit about how capitalism is darwinism and money is a form of social control that works so well because it’s out of the hands of any individual person, and i should probably just stick with art and believe in it, and maybe like, apply for grants. but i want a job, a full-time job. i want stability and enough money that i don't feel guilty buying new underwear and i don't want to hustle to keep the tap running month-to-month and i want to spend the majority of my time doing something i find fulfilling. and soon enough i'll get that, and all my dreams will come true: i’m going to get married and become a fat mom taking my kids to piano practice and saying “the meeting went on forever today,” and i’ll have a husband who never cleans the house enough, and then we’ll get divorced and he’ll find someone 20 years younger and i’ll live out the rest of my years semi-happily alone and i don’t know how i will ever have time to make art again. or if i do i just hope it’s not hobby-like, second-rate.

i wish i could have (feel) the bare-faced honesty and love of sha’carri richardson hugging her grandmother after she worked her ass off for a race. instead everything is this weird simulation where i never feel like i love anybody enough or like i’m working hard enough. i can’t speak honestly except when i am writing about myself (strong, sweet, intense, narcissistic) or things i have noticed, as directed to my own imaginary friend. when i try to communicate irl (or, worst of all, “be real”) it’s all so overthought, overwrought, self-conscious. the only person who knows my real private self is the girl winking at me on my black lives matter poster. i hope she doesn’t mind being here in my room. ducky, the stuffed animal brandon gave me, was also supportive but i put him away because it seemed bad to tell future guys that my stuffed animal is “the child of divorce.” and now /you guys/ know me a little bit, because i took the time to pretend you were all my imaginary friend, my dearest pen pal who laughs at all my jokes and gets all my references, and stopped pretending i was anything besides what’s written here. 

and i think, like, a lot of people now live in this weird simulation? and are so confused about romantic and familial love to the point where everyone is getting off on family members fucking each other and can’t decide if it’s normal to think kids are hot? but i guess that was always some weird fucked-up demon side of human existence? another thing i’m supposed to accept. (also sorry trigger warning.) and another thing i took for granted as a child, that most people, if not everyone, is weird/gross/evil, but now that my mind is cracked this shocks me all over again and i seek some sort of explanation. it’s like i can’t find a real hunk of closeness anywhere. i’m close to my own family, but in my other relationships we’re either too distant or too close and i’m desperately searching for just some normal friends. and to be able to give a speech where i tell someone i really love them and for it to ring true. but i try to be grateful that i live in driving distance to the beach and there’s air conditioning and once i stop being a stupid baby there’s probably more friends and work and stuff out there for me. and then i’ll have some new problem.

[magicalgirlfumiko]

2. An early OC I remember making

I am a loser nerd that has been on the RP scene since 2006 in various means. It really wasn’t until 2009 that I can say that I established a strong world setting and character feel. So I’ll just post two of my main characters from a science fantasy thing I should be writing on as a book but I don’t feel like it:

"We all have to endure crap. No matter the form it takes, no matter what species you may be, hardships come with the territory."

"When it all comes down to it, I'm just a brat who, having spent most of her life doing for others, just wants to live her own life and make her own choices and mistakes. WHO JUST WANTS TO HAVE FUN!"

"There are times I feel if I were to vocalize what really went through my head at times people would look at me much differently. With either awe or disgust or a combination of both. Heh."

"The biggest thing I've ever wanted out of life is to become a strong, ever-evolving person who is more than capable of following her curiosity, exploring and meeting head on whatever comes her way. I definitely have the fire inside of me to do so, but until recently...what I realize what I lacked most is a specific focus for all that energy."

GENERAL CHARACTER STATISTICS

Character Name: Skie JungbluthName Meaning: Simply from the English word sky, which was taken from the old Norse word for “cloud.”Alias: NoneGender: FemaleClan: AetherAge: 24B-Day: March 21Zodiac Sign: AriesPlace of Birth: Eternium, Zeledin

Current Residence: The airship, Ethereal (she did not wish to name it that. Skie lost a bet with her boyfriend Mel. It marks the only time she has ever lost one). Skie is almost always on her custom airship which serves as her main home since her 'assignments' take her all over the known world. As a result, most of Skie's work takes place on her ship.

Occupation: Smuggler, Aryeh's mentor. Professional Gambler.

School/Grade: Finished College

Family: Joshua Jungbluth (Father), Lassilsa Jungbluth (Mother), Bill Jungbluth (Brother)

Gemstone: Diamond

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

Height: 167.64 cm

Hair: She has brown hair. Her curls help to soften her square face shape, while the long side-swept bangs bring the focus to those piercing yellow eyes. Skie keeps her hair shoulder length or just a little below. Before she became a smuggler, she often wore her hair long and flowing just like her mother but has shortened it to be look less like a kid in her mind's eye.

Eyes: Yellow and catlike. The reason for this is because of her usage of arcane magic. Unlike Rane, who used external energy from others, Skie is attempting the same kind of mysteries but at the cost to her own body.

Distinguishing Marks: None

General Appearance: Skie’s eyes are usually sharp, alert and often almond shaped. She typically flushes when she feels excited. When Skie hears good news, red color will flood her face. Angry: You can always tell when she is truly angry because she will turn quite red. She also flushes when she is embarrassed or when she over exerts herself such as when exercising. She is handsome and she knows it. Skie is powerfully built but still has a womanly body.

General Clothing: Skie likes to dress classy but comfortably. Her normal wears are a white button shirt, a brown waist length jacket, black slacks, and sometimes a tie. In colder weather, she wears her father’s old brown leather trench coat which is held shut by short leather tabs.

Strengths: Skie is very adept with Aether magic. This is the power from WITHIN. It is based upon the soul, the powers that are deep within the essence of who you are. The lesser known of the styles, Aether powers are often channeled through emotions and desires.

As a swordsman, Skie's abilities are lackluster; however, those around her have noted that her fighting style, however unrefined, is heavy hitting and vicious. As it turns out, Skie's style and progress mirror that of her father.

Weaknesses: The weakness of her magical style is that it comes completely from her own body, so if she is injured or drugged or unconscious, those powers can be interrupted. It is also based upon strong desires, so her emotions must be in tune with what she wants. One of the fundamental issues with her is that she literally has a well of power inside herself. She has to constantly use magic to prevent too much from building up inside her at once.

Skie is prone to have headaches, particularly migraines, and depression because of these powers.

More: Weight: 51 kg, Breast: 81 cm, Waist: 53 cm, Hips: 84 cm

MENTAL CHARACTERISTICS

Allies: Mel and Aryeh. Skie is a good friend, she always looks out for her friends with caring and generosity and will protect them should the need arise and encourage them with her natural optimism.

Enemies: Medus and the Yellow Brother's are her main rivals, but Rane is the bigger danger.

Current Goal/Purpose: She is sent out to find Medus by her brother. He has promised her a lot of money to do so.

Aspirations: She wants to succeed where others have failed. Skie wants to explore the world, change it to fit her whims and do her best at life.

Hobbies: Skie likes activities that involve mobility and less concentration like war games, fast sports, motor racing, gambling, and vibrant music. However, she also likes to grill and come up with meals.

Likes: Action, Coming in first, Challenges, Championing Causes, and Spontaneity

Dislikes: Waiting Around, Admitting Failure, No opposition, Tyranny, other people’s advice

Talents: She’s skilled at games of chance. Skie is also skilled with fixing up and redesigning airships.

Inabilities: Selfish and quick-tempered, Impulsive and impatient, Foolhardy and daredevil, if confronted, Skie can turn to be quite childish; she will fight back with her aggressive nature.

Fears: Feeling that her identity is threatened. Self-preservation is a primal instinct and goal for her.

General Personality: Skie loves to explore new ground. She reminds her friends that every moment is new and that life is about experimentation and discovery. It is through experiences that we develop and mature. We are here to advance our soul growth. We are not here to find a static, comfortable situation. We are here to go for the gold and to answer the call of our soul. We are engaged in an on-going process to release our resistance and to transmute all forms of fear into courage and compassion.

Skie is a courageous leader with a genuine concern for those she commands. Being a responsible lady, it is rare that she will use her subordinates to obtain her own objectives as a leader, but occasionally it does happen. She does not make a very good follower because she is too "taking charge".

Skie may be unwilling to obey or submit to directions for which she can see no reason, or with which she disagrees. She is much concerned with self, both positively and negatively - self-reliant but also self centered (sometimes) and concerned with her own personal advancement and physical satisfaction. Her immense energy makes her aggressive and restless, argumentative occasionally, headstrong, quick tempered, easily offended and capable of holding grudges if she feels affronted.

Skie is intellectual and objective, but can be in rare situations bigoted and extremist in politics. She is a champion of lost causes and last-ditch resistance.

Inner Personality: Skie is quick-witted but sometimes foolhardy and over-optimistic, lacking thoroughness and the ability to evaluate difficulties regarding the undertakings into which she often rushes impulsively. The great need of Skie is to exercise an iron self-control, to discipline the qualities and tendencies of her character to the advantage, not the detriment, of the society in which she moves.

Fondest Memory: Winning all the money out of the casinos that are present in Eternium.

Biggest Regret: None so far, she has lived a pretty good life so far and rarely decides to focus on the past.

Secret: She also loves the color pink.

SPECIALTY CHARACTERISTICS

Special Items: The Ivory Cross that Skie wears. It is the symbol used on Chenoan flags. This is used to show her support of the Chenoan cause against Rane.

Magic: Aether Lightning, Skie’s only usable combat spell as an arcane magus. Raw Aether magic arcs from her hands as lightning allowing limited ranged combat capabilities.

HISTORIC BACKGROUND

General History: Skie's upbringing was fairly typical for an upper middle class family in post-war Zeledin. After the Zeledin War, her father stayed out of the limelight. While Joshua was one of the founders of the Category following Rane's disappearance, he never sought a lot of personal wealth. He believed that it was better for his children to grow up modestly. When she was younger, it never crossed her mind that she’s the daughter of Joshua Jungbluth. Most of her childhood she moved around a lot since Lassilsa didn’t want to stay in the former capital of her queen. Skie and her brother didn’t get along even from this early age.

Lassilsa was her main teacher, since Joshua himself never mastered any magical abilities. Like her father, Skie’s genes were “overspecialized” with a connection to Aether. Thus, with her magical prowess in aether magic allowed her to attend the Eternium Military Academy. At age 22, she graduated with Study in Arcane magic. It was attending the school that she became close friends with Mel Rogero. They have been dating ever since.

Shortly after her graduation, Skie enlisted into the Category's AeroCorps, in Zeldin's capital city of Eternium. She wished to distance herself from the legacy of her father while enlisted, so she was made a junior officer on the CAC Drake. It was an unremarkable time for her on the airship. Her time in the military was very short. She was kicked out for being too hot headed.

At age 24, Skie left the AeroCorps and enlisted herself to be an aging bounty hunter. He gave her a new task; being a pilot and mentor figure. Her new role was to train Ary Fairwater in Arcane studies, which puzzled her. She dislikes being a teacher and doesn’t want a teen getting in her way. To this day she continues to indirectly train Ary. Though, it seems that it is Mel that does a lot of the mentoring.

Skie was recently hired by her brother to force Medus Tenpenny into the Category's Elite Unit. In response, Mel Rogero was hired to be her bodyguard by Lassie. Skie is more than aware that The Category might have plans to make Medus their trump card when they finally intervene on the war between Chenoa and Rane's forces.

Why not? One's gotta feel confident in a uniform."

"Because Skie is amazing. She has been putting in so much hard work and it payed off big time. It doesn't matter if she's not considered a "real" magus by Category standards. She is amazing as her own kinda woman."

"Once, I had a fortune told to me and usually I never take them into thought...This one I did. It said,"Greet your friends with open arms and happiness will come to you." I seriously sat there, frozen while reading it. I took it as, I should stop being so distant and accept my friends...Bring them back into my life, even if I'm not with them. I hope I can though."

"Don't you hate when you really want to say something,but don't know what?"

GENERAL CHARACTER STATISTICS

Character Name: Mel RogeroName Meaning: Mel is a pet name of Maethelwine, which means “Meeting Friend.”Alias: NoneGender: Male

Age: 25B-Day: 2/26Zodiac Sign: PiscesPlace of Birth:ChenoaCurrent Residence: Skie’s AirshipOccupation: Skie’s Body Guard. Seat of Water, Unit ZeroSchool/Grade: Finished High SchoolFamily: MJ Rogero (Sister). Other relatives not mentioned.Gemstone: Moonstone

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

Height: 180 cm (5’11”)

Hair: Mel wears his black hair (almost violet) really long, which is considered the sign of an unmarried warrior in the Moon Clan. It is kept braided by white wraps.

Eyes: Blue

Distinguishing Marks: He wears one beaded earring in his left ear.

General Appearance: Mel is a gentlemen and not sloppy in his overall appearance.

General Clothing: Mel loves the color black and wears a military inspired tunic and trousers. When not in combat, he wears a purple cape to add to the ensemble, the sign of his family. This has more to do with tradition than anything else. Since Mel is the only male son in his family, it suggests that he’ll inherit the title of his father someday. It also keeps him warm in the colder regions of Mirabella.

Strengths: Some think of him as weak because, like water, he takes the path of least resistance. But by flowing on, resisting nothing, Mel overcomes all and his freedom from self (his greatest secret strength) provides him with limitless access to imagination (his second greatest secret strength). His emotions are known to guide his heart and his mind. Mel possesses a great trait that allows him to come in contact with a variety of emotions and not pass judgment on an individual.

Weaknesses: Mel does not have many combatant spells, since he put most of his focus on using overclock and natural smarts. Mel is also very meek, while this could also be considered a merit; Mel cannot take the life of an enemy, for he is a very religious follower of the Moon Goddess.

MENTAL CHARACTERISTICS

Allies: The Category

Enemies: None.

Current Goal/Purpose: Mel is Skie’s bodyguard and boyfriend. He is a man who enjoys helping and serving others. Mel is very observant and examines each person and situation closely. He is a dreamer, which allows him to relate intimately to Skie. Mel gives to her, a certain peace and security. He always tries to avoid all possible arguments with her.

According to Ivy Veyado, Mel makes Skie more docile and convenient. He shields her against her enemies and is able to pacify her fears and give her the emotional security she needs. Mel often possesses the fiery command and gentle nature which makes a perfect blend to keep her satisfied and affectionate.

Aspirations: To help everyone he meets to the best of his ability.

Hobbies: Mel finds infinite pleasure in the simple things, like the smile of a stranger, the touch of a child, or the tweet of a bird as it feathers its nest. Mel likes telling stories, painting, cooking, watching good cinema, and collects clothes from foreign nations.

Likes: Solitude to dream in, mystery in all its guises, anything discarded to stay discarded, the ridiculous, likes to get 'lost'

Dislikes: The obvious, being criticized, feeling all at sea about something, know-it-alls, and pedantry.

Talents: Healing magics, cooking, making tea, etc.

Inabilities: Escapist and idealistic, secretive and vague. Can sometimes be bossed around by Skie.

Fears: Upheavals are abhorrent to Mel, and stay with him for days but, it is not always understood, that he absorbs all kinds of atmospheres like a sponge and, just as the power of the sea takes time to settle after a storm, so Mel needs to be allowed time and space alone, to recover his inner calm.

General Personality: Mel possesses a gentle, patient, malleable nature. He has many generous qualities and is friendly, He is good natured, kind and compassionate, sensitive to the feelings of those around him, and responds with the utmost sympathy and tact to any suffering he encounters. Mel is deservedly popular with all kinds of people, partly because his easygoing, affectionate, submissive nature offers no threat or challenge to stronger and more exuberant characters.

He accepts the people around him and the circumstances in which he finds himself rather than trying to adapt them. Mel patiently waits for problems to sort themselves out rather than take the initiative in solving them. He is more readily concerned with the problems of Skie than with his own.

His nature tends to be too otherworldly for the practical purposes of living in this world as it is. He sometimes exists emotionally rather than rationally, instinctively more than intellectually. Mel longs to be recognized as greatly creative. Any rebellion he makes against convention is personal; however, as he often times does not have the energy or motivation to battle against the Establishment.

Inner Personality: Mel has an intuitive and psychic ability more than any other character in the series. He trusts his gut feelings and if he does not, he quickly learns to because he realizes that his hunches are usually correct.

Mel’s downfall is his sensitivity and his inability to reject another person. He does not like rejection and se tries to treat others the way they want to be treated so he will rarely say no to a person for fear of hurting their feelings.

He will help another person with their problems and like to do so because making others feel good in turn makes him feel good.

His inner conflict is extremes of temperament and conflicting emotions. He wants to learn to use his powers and his imagination in a positive, productive way.

Fondest Memory: He has many. But in reality, his fondest memories always involve spending time with Skie and making sure that she is always smiling.

Biggest Regret: He has a tendency to act like a “savior” and these are a number of times in which he was not able to help everyone that he deems needed his help.

Secret: Mel loves Skie with all his heart and secretly wishes to marry her someday. She is one of the few people who have faith in his dreams. His qualities create an excitement within her and she respects Mel whole-heartedly. To him, Skie has enough fire to spark his desires and lead him to great accomplishments, and give him the faith he needs to stand for dreams and wishes. She has always fiercely defends him in the past against those who judge him inaccurately due to his dreamy nature. She brings excitement and vigor to his life and teaches him to be a bit more practical.

SPECIALTY CHARACTERISTICS

Special Items: The Purple cloak that he is often seen wearing. It is a sign that he is from a long family of knights that work for the crown family of Chenoa. While this is more of a honorary role in the present, he is still proud of his background.

Weapons: A blade for back-up. Mel is a technical pacifist; meaning he is willing to beat people up as much as he wants. He may even get a few fatalities through. However, once it comes down to a choice between killing and not an opponent, Mel will not kill. He uses his sword in non-lethal ways to defeat his foes and to defend Skie.

Whip of the Rip Tide: A whip forged from the strongest batch of ather ever found thus far, it is a Class A weapon that is capable of causing major flooding and water spouts. It is a highly dangerous weapon that only Mel can wield with proper effect. It can also be used as a normal whip or lasso.

Magic: Mel’s magic is focused on using Overclock as his main area of study. In this case, he can separate the processes of his brain and excels at multitasking on things like paperwork and cooking. This is how he is able to use his sword effectively.

Mel does have access to using the powers of Dark Flames, which are a purple flames that extend from his palms and quickly engulfs foes in a cold binding chain. Mel’s other magic includes portal openings and displacements of weapons.

The common belief is that no one can best Mel in non-lethal combat.

HISTORIC BACKGROUND

General History: Mel is the youngest child in his family. His mother went out of her way to spoil him and make sure he excelled at something other than the normal soldiery activities of the Rogero family. Though, in the end he still chose the mantle of being a knight.

Being a member of Chenoa’s court, he had access to many of the best schools in the nation. There Mel learned all the trades to be a Knight in the royal court. However, he soon decided that he’d be better off working within the Category, since Chenoa didn’t have all the fun of the modern world like Zeldin did.

After finishing up his basic schooling, he went on to the Military Academy. During his time off, Mel would wander around the city day dreaming. It was on one of these walks that he first met Skie following one of her storming off from her barracks. She was a very different girl from the ones in Chenoa. One could almost say that she was exotic to him. .

Mel would then become an acquaintance of Lassi, Skie’s mother. Lassi’s goal was to attempt to get them to become a couple. Her greatest fear is that Skie will die a soldier. When Skie left the military, Lassi requested that her daughter be barred from Unit Zero. Skie was then recommended to become a mentor, a job not suited for her fiery spirit. Knowing that her daughter might try to run off and doing something foolish, Lassi has hired Mel to be her bodyguard. Mel was more than happy to take the assignment. While still very shy to Skie, they have known each other for a long enough time that he feels that he can get closer to her this way.

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𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

full name. Anne Bonny ( nee Cormac ) pronunciation. Ah-n nicknames.  Lass, Bonny, Annie (only used by those close to her), Hell cat. height. 5′0′ age. Verse dependent, 24 in main verse. zodiac. Pisces. languages. English. Irish.

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair colour. Auburn. eye colour. Left eye a warm brown, the right a blend of green/brown. Not much of a notable difference unless someone was taking the time to actually peer into them. skin tone.  Pale, very freckly. Tanned or burnt depending on how long she’s been at sea. body type. Very slight - underweight due to proper nutrition being difficult to come by at sea; small breasts, delicate shoulders. accent. Irish (Though realistically considering she moved to the US at a very young age her accent should be American but ye know). dominant hand. Left handed. posture. A comfortable slouch, idling usually comes with a popped hip and the slump of shoulders. tattoos. One, a tattoo above her heard of a padlock to match @onlycertainty​‘s key behind the ear. most noticeable features. Bright red hair, an aura that commands attention - small.

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth.  Kinsale, Ireland. hometown.  Kinsale. birth weight / height.  Unknown. first words. Unknown siblings.  None. parents. William Cormac, Mary Brennan parental involvement. Anne’s parents were perfect up until Mary died. Mary was a kind, caring and patient woman and while her father was a quiet, stoic man, his heart was in the right place. That balance of quiet and goodness became unstable in the wake of Mary’s death and from there everything went off the rails. Even in Nassau, Anne holds some resentment for her father being unable to bring back that balance.

ADULT LIFE

occupation.  Pirate in main, after the events of Black Flag, a Governess. current residence. Nassau. close friends. Edward Kenway, Adéwalé, James Kidd, Edward Thatch, Jack Rackham. relationship status. Married to @onlycertainty​ financial status.  well financed driver’s license. She doesn’t need a licence to float this boat my dude. criminal record. Piracy. Literally almost hung for it.

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation.  Bisexual, female preferring. romantic orientation. Biromantic. preferred emotional role. submissive | dominant | switch  |  unsure preferred sexual role.  submissive |  dominant  |  switch |  sex repulsed libido. Anne has a very, very high sex drive that, when sailing can very rarely be sated; when left alone long enough she tends to lean towards a little bit of self love to blow off some steam or will drag her partner off into a cupboard for something above her own hand. turn on’s. The smell of smoke and gunpowder, teeth against her ears, her collarbone and her neck. The squeezing of her bottom though her clothes. The slow grind of crotch against crotch. Being called pet names (darling and princess come to mind almost immediately). Arrogance, anger, blood play, power play, spanking. turn off’s. Bodily fluids outside of the necessary, choking. love language. Anne is very open with how she expresses affection though due to how she was raised, public displays of affection from someone she doesn’t know very well will embarrass her. It’s never to the point of discomfort but will turn red and squirm away from whoever is giving said affection. A majority of how she expresses herself is non-verbal because despite being well-read and having read a multitude of romantic novels... she’s never quite gotten the hang of using pretty and flowery words to articulate how she feels about something. If she loves someone, she will die for them - romantically or platonically.  relationship tendencies. When it comes to romantic relationships, Anne has an awful habit of self-sabotage; something will be ruined by her inadvertently trying to push people away and that’s influence is caused primarily from how her own father pushed her away when she was grieving her mother. This is an aftershock of that but she is not above apologising and trying to rectify the situation if that is what’s needed.

MISCELLANEOUS.

character’s theme song. The Parting Glass. hobbies to pass the time. Reading, writing, playing cards - she was taught to whittle by James Kidd but was never any good at it. Singing shanties. mental illnesses. PTSD, depression (general and post-natal). physical illnesses. None. left or right brained . ????? fears. The loss of everyone that she loves; powerlessness, feeling caged. self confidence level. Before Anne left Nassau it was canon that she struggled with self-esteem. Her marriage had fallen apart due to the jealousy of James Bonny and for the most part she spent a lot of time blaming herself for that. Over the few scenes we have of her in the game, we see that she goes from lacking in self-confidence to being able to not only hold her own in battle, but to the point where she is perfectly capable of acting as Quartermaster of the Jackdaw after Adéwalé leaves to join the Creed.  vulnerabilities. Her temper. It has often gotten her into pickles she couldn’t rightly get herself out of and while she mellows in her later years, there will always be that fire to her. She is a cross woman who cares too much and more often than not, her caring for someone would lead to her doing stupid things to keep them safe.

tagged by: @catleha​ tagging: @onlycertainty​, @didntlie​, @storymade​, @bloodfcst​, @killedinstead​, @moltementi​ (Jack?), @fallesto​, @facelos​, @fatefuture​, @vaettiir, @aflockcfravens (for Hector or Abigail), + you!! 

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Firecracker Pt. 2 | CharlesxBlack F!OC

Warnings: none | Characters: Charles Smith, F!OC | Word Count: 2400 | Summary: If there's one thing that riding with the Van Der Linde gang has taught Charles, its that plans almost never work out the way you intend them to.

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“This is an awful long way to be ridin' for a quick huntin' trip Charles.”

Charles looked over at her As their horses held a steady trot. She had her face buried in a map of sorts so he took the opportunity to study her features.

“Honestly? I needed to get out for a while. Don't get me wrong, I like most everyone we live with, but sometimes I just need to be on my own for a while.”

“So why’d you bring me if bein' alone was your goal?”

The question caught him off guard. Why Had he brought her?

When he had originally decided to go hunting for a few days it was because many of the camp members had been bothering him. Attempting to strike up a conversation, arguing in his vicinity even though he was clearly annoyed, asking him for favors they were perfectly capable of completing themselves, he needed space.

But for some reason, as he was getting Taima ready to ride, he spotted her wrapping her hair with one of the many colorful sheets of fabric she had found. He had watched her fingers work and when he started feeling that familiar fluttering in his stomach that had been coming and going since the incident with Micah a few weeks back he knew he had to settle it.

Which was why he was now riding out with her to Owanjila, the intention of making his feelings for her known weighing heavy in his mind.

Her eyes were still on her map and he continued to study her. He noted the way her dark brown eyes turned to honey when the light hit them right. The many scars she had on her hands and arms became patterns for him to memorize, a task he vowed to follow through on.

“So what you plannin' on huntin' that requires us to go all the way out here?” She Asked as she finally folded the paper back up and stuffed it in her saddlebag.

He averted his gaze quickly, hoping she didn't notice his staring.

“Nothin' too dangerous, hoping to bring back a deer or two at the very least.”

“Well then my question of why you brought me is still up for answerin', cause outside a rabbit here and there I ain't got much experience with this sorta thing.”

“Never too late to learn.”

She kept her gaze forward, but Charles could see the small smile on her lips. He felt guilty for it, but his first thought was that he wanted to know what they would feel like. Soft maybe? Or chapped from the wind? Would she be a gentle kisser or would she be all tongue and teeth?

“You alright?”

He glanced up to meet her eyes staring back at him, a slight worry behind those pools of brown.

“Yes.”

“Alright then.” She said before turning her head the other way to look out at the countryside. “You know you can tell me anything, right? I know we ain't known each other but for a few months, but I trust you, and I would hope you trust me too.”

He smiled even though she couldn't see it, her head still turned away from him.

“I know.”

The silence that fell after that was comfortable, their horses carrying them along until the sun started to set. A few words were exchanged here and there, but for the most part they traveled comfortably without a sound leaving their lips until they had to stop.

Charles had spotted a secluded area near the Dakota river that he mentioned would be perfect for a temporary camp. The area was A small, clear grassy patch that would be perfect to defend if need be, not that either of them were anticipating much fighting to go on.

“Never Thought I'd miss that swampy Lemoyne air.” She said as she hopped off of her horse Hades and began to remove his saddle.

“It won't be so bad once I've got a fire going.”

“I'll be holdin' you to that. Cause if I don't warm up soon I'm liable to drag you to the river and drown you myself for draggin' me out here.”

He let himself have an actual laugh at that as he bent down to try and light the pile of sticks and tree bark he had gathered while she worked on setting up a tent.

It was peaceful. The dark of night was covering the land and when all set up was complete the pair found themselves quietly enjoying each other’s company as they ate a few pieces of jerky Charles had packed.

The sound of fire crackling was the only thing that filled the air between them, but that's what Charles had wanted, and why he didn't mind bringing her along. Besides the fact that he was completely enamored with her, she was also good company. Quiet unless spoken to usually, and when she did speak it wasn’t for very long.

She had taken to sewing a patch on one of her skirts she had brought along, a good decision on her part considering that she didn't know they would be going out this far when they left. Her hands worked diligently with the needle and thread, only stopping to stretch every now and then. It was at one of these moments of pause that Charles decided that now was the time to take that leap.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You Know You Can Ask Me Anything Charles.” She Said kindly, offering him a warm smile before returning to her sewing.

His heart skipped A beat at her response and for a moment he almost forgot to keep speaking.

“A few weeks back, that incident with Micah….. why?”

Her hands stilled and she looked up at him, though it wasn't kindness in her eyes this time. Instead she had the fires of hell itself burning behind those brown irises, and if Charles was being honest with himself, it made him feel a certain way as he remembered how fierce she had looked back then.

She set her skirt and sewing materials aside before looking over at him again.

“I ain't got much in this world anymore Charles, a lot of bad men made sure of that. But in my losses I found a strength inside of me I never knew I had before.”

She looked down into the fire and sighed. A sad sound that nearly broke Charles' heart.

“When I met up with you folks I had just realized that in this world, in this country, there's always gonna be bad people. I mean look at us. All this blood on our hands.”

She paused and for a moment Charles thought she was going to break down. Instead, she stood up and looked at him with a gaze he had never seen before. Broken, but fighting so hard not to be. He felt for her, he was hurting with her, angry at whoever made her feel this way.

“But some are always worse than others. The folks who think it’s okay to kill because someone looked at them funny, or because they don't look the same. The people who take everything from someone because they can't accept that they themselves have nothing to live for. It’s those types of people, people like the men who killed my mama and daddy, that deserve the worst the world has to offer.”

Charles continued to meet her gaze as she walked over to stand in front of him. He saw A slight shake in her hands, from the anger and sadness at recalling such painful memories no doubt. He wanted to comfort her, to pull her into him and never let go, and as she kneeled down on one knee in front of him he watched in awe.

The anger in her eyes was back and when he looked down to catch her stare he stilled.

“Ain't a lot of things I care about anymore, but you, you are one of them, and let me tell you this Charles, when I care about someone I care as hard as I can. And I told myself long ago that the next time someone wrongs someone I care about in any way, I will have a bullet with their name on it ready to fire.”

She reached forward and took his hands in her own, her expression a lot softer now. He noted how soft her skin was despite the hard lifestyle they lived, and when she closed her fingers around his hands he swore he saw the universe in her eyes.

“Micah had no business spewin' the filth that was comin' from his mouth at either of us, and when he said what he said I just lost it. Not just because he was insultin’ me, but because usin' words like that in your presence was not gonna happen on my watch. You're far too kind and considerate for anything like that to be directed your way, and if he ever does it again you can bet the bullet I shoot won't be goin' into the ground.”

She chuckled through her last sentence and offered him a gentle smile, one that made his heart do backflips in his chest.

“Why'd you bring me out here Charles?”

He hadn’t been expecting that question. He was studying her expression now with a deep sense of anxiety and confusion, feelings that usually didn't come to him too easily.

“I….I don't know….”

“I think you do. You wanna know how I know?”

He nodded and she stood from her kneeling position so she could plop herself next to him on the dead tree trunk he had sat himself on.

“I know because ever since I threatened to relieve Micah of his two little friends you been avoidin' me.”

“I haven't been-“

She raised her hand to stop him from speaking, and he did.

“Not only have you been avoidin' me, you seemed to have picked up a new hobby since then as well.” She looked over at him and smiled teasingly. “No one ever taught you starin' was rude? Cause since that day you seem to do a lot of it.”

Charles had a million red flags flying in his head in that moment. It was true that after he realized what he truly felt for her he had taken to watching her go through her everyday life. He would watch her as she walked near the camp entrance on her patrol, studying the way she held her rifle with confidence.

He would do chores near her so he could watch when she would relax, or when she would talk to the others. It was never in a creepy or uncomfortable way, but he definitely watched her.

This wasn't how he wanted this to go. His intentions were to let her know how he felt and then to let her decide whether or not she wanted to continue to be around him, but that plan was stopped before it could even start.

“Don't tell me you're embarrassed.”

He didn't speak, because he was. He was upset for not being subtle and embarrassed that she had seen him watching her so often.

“Oh, Charles.”

She reached over and gently turned his head so he would look at her. He saw no anger in her eyes, no betrayal, just kindness and understanding. Her hand slid from his chin to his cheek as she caressed his face like she had done that night. Though this time he leaned into it, turning his head to press a soft kiss to her palm.

“You got nothin' to be embarrassed about.” She said in a hushed whisper.

He turned to look at her again and was startled when he saw she had leaned closer, her breath coming in short puffs across his face. She was so beautiful to him, and having her this close under the circumstances they had found themselves in gave him the surge of confidence he needed.

“You don't kiss me soon I'm liable to just get it over with myself.” She said playfully.

“It’s not like I'd stop you.”

She smiled and leaned closer.

“Good.”

She closed the gap and let her lips press softly into his. Her other hand came up to hold the other side of his face and he hummed softly.

It was perfect. Not sloppy, not hurried, just a gentle touch of her lips to his and when she pulled away he found himself leaning forward to chase the warmth he had lost, causing her to giggle.

“I see you ain't embarrassed no more.” She teased.

“How could I be after that?”

That caused her to actually laugh as she removed her hands from his face in favor of brushing a few stray stands of his hair from his forehead.

“I ain't easy to love.” She said softly. “I’m willin' to bet that none of us are considerin’ the lives we live, but if you're serious about this I suppose I'd be willin' to try.”

Those words made his heart damn near burst. He hadn’t realized before how much he truly did feel for this woman, how ready to defend and die for her he was. It was frightening, feeling so vulnerable, but the way she was looking at him made him feel like it was going to be okay.

He took her hands in his and looked down at them, thumbing over a deep scar between her right thumb and index finger. He wanted to know where they came from, wanted to know how she ended up in his life, how he got so lucky. He wanted to know everything about her, and if she was willing to make herself vulnerable to him he figured the least he could offer her was the same gratitude.

“Okay.” He Said Softly, finally looking up at her.

She smiled and leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek before pulling her hands away and standing up.

“I better go make sure we’re alone out here, wouldn't wanna be gettin' snuck up on in the dark like this.”

Before he could say anything she turned and walked a bit away from where they were camped. He watched as she went and it seemed no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get the butterflies in his stomach to calm down.

She felt the same, and with that knowledge in his mind Charles was elated. He knew in their line of work life wasn't always guaranteed, and love was even more elusive, but god damnit if he wasn’t going to try.

‘For her.’ He thought to himself as he looked back at the fire, the flames now much smaller than before.

He would try for her.

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Nat and Jesse

A blind date leads to a ballsy trip back home.

[5:26:52 PM] Kay: *It wasn't exactly the fanciest restaurant, but it was a nice place, good steak, plenty of wine. Emphasis on plenty of wine. Jesse had flagged down a waiter before she even sat down to get herself a glass of red wine poured, and was now nervously swishing it in a circle while she waited for her date to arrive. She couldn't help but look around and wonder if anybody was inspecting her, trying to figure her out, but she hadn't caught anybody doing it yet. With a sigh, she laments arriving early and hopes her blind date arrives soon. When she takes a sip she makes especially sure not to spill any on her nice dress.* [5:35:51 PM | Edited 5:36:04 PM] Johnaya: Nathan, or Nat as he preferred to be called, smiled as the waiter escorted him. Now he wasn't one to go on blind dates but his friend insisted and offered to toss in some money to pay for food. Who could turn that down? He adjusted the outfit he'd decided to wear; a plain white shirt, black wristbands and choker, plaid skirt, and black stockings. Oh yeah was he looking fine, a few people passing glances to him as he made his way to the table, knocking gently against the wood, lipstick covered lips pursing into a smile. "Hey there. You're Jesse right? Waiter said you came in and said something about a blind date. Well I'm here. Sorry for taking so long." [6:00:08 PM] Kay: *Jesse perks up and swings her head around to meet her date, looking a little off-guard, but not unhappy.* A-ah! Hi! Yes, that's me. Jesse, friends call me Jess or Jessica, I'm happy with any of them~... Uh!!! Nat, isn't it? *She thrusts her hand out for a handshake.* It's a pleasure! You're um, exactly as advertised. *She's clearly not used to excessive amounts of social interaction, but at least she's smiling and her enthusiasm is genuine. She visibly gulps in nervousness, probably bringing a little attention to her adam's apple, not that she was hiding it.* [6:06:25 PM | Edited 6:07:03 PM] Johnaya: Oh god was this date a cutie. "Yup! Nat." He gladly extends his hand and shakes Jesse's, using it to pull himself more against the table. That was mostly just so he could slide into his seat but it accidentally cause something in her skirt to shift and bulge outward. Luckily it mostly looked like just his skirt swishing. Not wanting to take more chances he sat in his chair, straightening his skirt. "Real sorry you had to wait so long. Hope it wasn't too bad." His hands gently rest on the table, casually looking to see where their waiter was. [6:14:46 PM] Kay: Oh it's fine it's fine, I got here early, always do. I was late once and I felt just awful. Um. *She taps the table with her fingers, drudging up things to say.* We already have the bottle, if you'd like some wine. Otherwise the waiter will probably be here with menus shortly? *She shrugs very lightly, then purses her lips in thought, making it even clearer how plump they are, even with dark lipstick on them.* So have you been, ah, mm... *She tilts her head to the side for a moment before righting it and trying again.* Owen seemed awfully enthusiastic about uh, pairing us up, huh? Heh, I only just said I was comfortable trying to date again a few days ago, maybe he already thought we'd make a good couple? [6:22:51 PM] Johnaya: "Maybe. He always ends up wanting to do stuff on a whim though, heh. Not that I was gonna fight him on this one." Nat's eyelids narrow a bit and his gives a small wiggle to his eyebrows. At the mention of wine he gladly takes the bottle and pops the cork. "Don't feel bad if you can't think of anything to say right off the bat. I'm used to people being speechless, heh. But yeah. I'm going fine. Yourself? Oh! You want some right?" He leisurely pours his own glass of wine and swishes it around, breathing in the aroma of the drink. [6:36:21 PM] Kay: I'm uh, actually on my second glass already. *She lifts hers up. There's a teeny bit of blush on her face, half blush she applied before coming and half from being a teetotaler and having a glass of wine in her.* If there's a first thing to learn about me it's that I get nervous easily, and when I'm nervous I'm impulsive.... Take that as you will. *Sheepishly she shrugs and looks off to the side with a smile.* Especially when I'm talking to cute uh... boys? Girls? Owen didn't actually tell me how you identify, in his enthusiasm. [6:47:26 PM] Johnaya: With a smirk he nods and places the bottle back down, sipping briefly from his glass. "Sounds just like him. Especially since I'm sure he forgets I'm a boy half the time. I'm just too cute I guess." Nat pulls one of his hands up and places his fingertips to his chest, fluttering his eyelids before chuckling. The sound of shoes hitting the ground signals their waiter walking over, handing the both of them a menu. "Good evening, madams. My name is Ethan and I will be your waiter today. Would you care for an appetizer?" Nat had to resist snorting at what their waiter said, looking over to Jesse to see if she wanted anything. [7:02:10 PM] Kay: Nnn. *She peeks at the menu quickly to see what their appetizers actually are.* No, none for me, thank you. But could I get a water? I shouldn't have too much more wine. *The waiter bows and goes off to fetch it.* Hummm, have you been, single for long? Sorry if I focus on relationships a bit by the way, it's not an all the time thing, I promise. Just getting things squared up I guess? [7:06:16 PM] Johnaya: He'd hoped to have said something snarky to the waiter but he could always do that when he gets back. Plus that's more time to think of a witty reply. Jesse's question caught him a bit off guard, tapping his fingers on the table. "Uh, hmm, phew. You could say that I've been single for a while yeah. I'll be honest and say it's mostly one night stands." He took a sip of his wine before smiling at Jesse to make sure he didn't end up upsetting her. "But those usually don't start with a restaurant like this! So. You know. You're in the clear. We'll definitely see each other again." [7:22:15 PM] Kay: I wasn't TOO worried about that, until you said something. What makes you think I want to see you again anyways? *She looks coy for a moment.* Just because you've so far met all of my standards, can't stop looking at me, and are paying for dinner? Oh, wait. *She giggles.* Yeah, unless you're secretly a nazi or something, I'm sure we're going to get along. Er... I don't... actually think you might be a nazi. *Nervousness overpowers her again and she averts her eyes.* Uh, what do you do? I mean, like to do. Or just what do you do. Either works. Hob or jobby. *Jezz accidentally elicits a giggle from herself which she tries to stifle.* Sorry, job or hobby! Whichever you want to talk about. [7:33:46 PM] Johnaya: Nat just chuckled at the and waved his hand in the air, taking another sip of wine. It let him think about how to answer the next question, as well as not giggle at her flub. Though he still did when he put the glass down. "Well I know it wouldn't look it but my hobby is messing with cars and bikes. Basically all sorts of vehicles. It can be hell on the nails though." He lifted his hand to look at a minor chip in one of his nails, frowning. "That's also my on and off job. What about you? If you're not to drunk to answer still." [7:43:20 PM | Edited 7:47:47 PM] Kay: Hey, I'm not that drunk. What did I say? I'm mostly nervous. I'll... probably get over it. *She clears her throat.* I actually don't have a job right now. *She scratches her head.* My last relationship was actually uh, heh, he was sort of my sugar daddy. Payed for everything as long as I put out. Which I did. But I got too attached for him so he cut me off. *Jesse does her best to own the fact that she was basically a private prostitute for a while, and she does manage to keep looking rather confident, to her credit.* I mostly just read and write in my spare time, I'm actually most of the way through a novel right now. But uh, vehicles, that's interesting! I know some gearheads have lots of vehicles too, what's your garage look like? *Their waiter comes back and Jesse realizes as she thanks him for the water that they haven't looked at the menu at all yet, to her blush-inducing embarrassment.* [7:58:38 PM] Johnaya: Oh right the food. He'd completely forgot to look as well, being too captivated by his cute date. "Aw. Well don't worry. I won't have a problem with you getting attached though no promises about always having money. Still writing could get you somewhere so good luck with that." Jesse asking what vehicles Nat had caused a wide grin to pop up onto his face. First though he quickly looked through the menu to decide what he wanted, the grin still on his face as he put it down. "I don't have much space so I've only got a few rigs. Which I'll show you when we stop over my place later. If you want." [8:03:52 PM] Kay: Might as well. I've always thought just a meal was too short to be a whole "date" anyways. *Getting a little more comfortable, she just looks generally happy while she browses, despite their waiter getting a bit impatient since they're not sending him away but they're not ready to order yet.* Um, I think I'll just have the risotto, since it's the special. *She smiles right at him and lets her eyelids drop a little, applying those girly charms so he'll soften up a little.* [8:13:24 PM] Johnaya: The waiter gives her a look for a moment before just giving a small nod and writing down her order. He looks over at Nat and gestures his pen to him. "I'll just have a, uh." He blinked for a moment before checking the menu again, smiling as he put it back down. "Just a quarter pound bacon burger. Medium rare with fries and apple sauce for sides." The waiter writes that down as well, takes their menus, and is off. Once he's sure the waiter is off and no one is looking their way Nat quickly sticks his hand under the table, his hand slipping under his skirt to give a few rubs and scratches to his sack. Thankfully it wasn't that bad. Must be the way he was sitting. [8:20:38 PM] Kay: *They continue to keep up the small talk until they get their food, after which they're largely busy eating, but there's still the occasional line spoken or giggle induced. Jess ends up playing with her braid a lot, but that's usually something she does when she's comfortable, so it's good.  Everything's going smoothly, and nothing's really notable until something is bugging her too much.* Uh, you were told you were meeting up with a boy, right? I know I go by feminine pronouns, but I'm "male" by both gender and... uh... *She mulls her word choice over for a bit.* ...traditionally. [8:30:55 PM] Johnaya: "Uh, yeah Owen said that but I figured you liked girl's stuff better. I mean my name's actually Nathan but Nat just sounds so much better. So. You know. You having a cock is fine by me." He flashed a wink at Jesse before sticking a fry into his mouth. Casually he sucked it into his mouth, lips pursing more and more before it popped in. "The question is am I gonna get to see that tonight or should we go on another date first?" A smirk crossed his face as he chuckled, keeping an eye on their waiter so he didn't end up interrupting. [9:22:39 PM] Kay: *Blushing powerfully, Jesse's eyes go wide and she pushes out her chin for maximum fluster. She wasn't expecting him to just say any of that outright, nonetheless all of it.* U-uh, ah, mm. *She turns her head away and looks... anywhere else, but momentarily she raises her hand with three of her fingers outstretched.* I... u-used to go by a three date rule. But now I mostly play it by ear so uh. I guess we'll see? Ahum. *Clearing her throat, she looks back but keeps her eyes down and focused on what food she has left.* ............ Maybe you'll get lucky. [9:31:40 PM] Johnaya: It was hard not to outright giggle at how Jesse was reacting, Nat casually eating fries. Maybe he laid it on a bit too thick but he's used to thick. "Maybe. Maybe my rides will convince you." He finally finished up his meal and leaned back to pat his stomach, humming a bit. He takes another few sips of wine and it's starting to show on his face, a slight blush on his cheeks. Their waiter returns with another set of menus, Nat opening an eye to look at him. "Would you like to try one of our deserts tonight?" [9:53:14 PM] Kay: I do like cars. *Maybe not enough to be seduced, but they shall see. Topping off her food, her wine, and her water in rapid succession, she blows a raspberry of exasperation as well as blowing a lock of her red hair out of her face. Trying not to let her blush get to her, she thinks of something she knows Nat will find funny.* Mmm, no thank you sir, I don't eat too many sweets. A boy's gotta watch their figure, right? *She dips right back into the girlish charms, nearly smoldering for the waiter. It's a miracle she didn't stutter.* [9:57:46 PM] Johnaya: The waiter just looked confused for a moment before responding. "Alright, sir. Or... Madam. Whichever you prefer. And you, madam?" Nat grinned and shrugged, leaning back. "Nothing for me thanks. Girls don't like guys with chubby bellies." Their waiter looked confused again before letting out a heavy breath and nodding to the two of them, going to get their bill. Once he was hidden Nat started to laugh and hard, holding his stomach and smiling at Jesse. "Oh man. That's always so fun isn't it?" [10:06:05 PM | Edited 10:10:03 PM] Kay: *She does "heh" a little, but mostly she just smiles.* It's entertaining enough, but I don't do it often, I like it when people think I'm a girl. I'll probably just go by as female in a couple of months anyways. Considering how well I've transitioned. I'm glad you got a kick out of it though, that's what I was going for.~ *She just sort of zones out for a moment looking at Nat. God he's cute. And he's tarted up so delectably with that pink lipstick and heavy eye makeup. She could just throw him down and- She realizes she's leaned her elbows on the table to support her chin with a small shock and quickly wipes her dreamy look off her face.* Sorry, I was admiring your. Well, your face, and I zoned out. *A little sheepishly she adds* I like your makeup. A lot. [10:45:35 PM] Johnaya: "Yeah I can agree with that though it's a bit of a hassle to look like this in a place with car parts and oil. My dresses would end up ruined. Sweatpants are better for that but..." He trailed off as he tried to think of something else to say with that but he couldn't think of anything. Of course that let him notice Jesse staring at him. Nat just sort of sat there as Jesse zoned out and onto his face. Normally he wasn't used to someone being so mesmerized but he wasn't going to complain. He blushes a bit at the makeup comment and purses his lips. "Well I can always give you makeup tips when we get back to my place. After the car talk, heh." [10:51:23 PM] Kay: Right. Do you... *She points politely* Typically go for the schoolgirl look? You almost look like you're supposed to be going to a photo shoot. Or is your wardrobe just a little uh... *She gets a little quieter* slutty? Since you're used to just. *She briefly makes the finger through a ring gesture low to the table* Hooking up, most times. *It looks like the bill's on its way, finally, so they can pay and get out of here.* [10:57:11 PM] Johnaya: Nat happily takes the bill from the waiter once he arrive, playfully waving his hand at him as he leaves. At least that was quick. "Usually it's a schoolgirl look but I've dressed up on occasion. Most guys and girls do seem to like it. I'm pretty much always in skirts though so don't expect to see pants on my butt like ever." He gave a little pat to his rump as he stood up, stretching a bit. His crotch pushed against the table a bit, the dress not exactly bending the right way. "Right. Did you drive here? Cause if you did we can, uh, go to your place first to drop off your car and I'll take you home later. If that's alright." [12:38:34 AM] Kay: Actually I took a cab for exactly that reason. So we don't have to worry about my vehicle. I have a moped anyways. *Smiling at him, she slowly starts towards the exit, her heels clicking on the floor as she goes.* We can go wherever it pleases you, since you'll be driving. Your place sounds like the better idea unless you want to see all of my clothes. It's pretty messy. *Either way her clothes will be on the floor, but that's neither here nor there.* [1:37:37 AM] Johnaya: Well that was convenient. Nat strolls up alongside Jesse as they walk out of the diner and into the parking lot. Almost giddily Nat makes his way over to his car and gestures to it with both arms. "Bam. Here's one of my rods. [Kay CAR INFO] It's, uh, the one I usually drive around. It's comfiest." To demonstrate he opens the passenger side door and pats the cushions. It was also so that Jesse could get in, Nat slowly moving around to the other side and carefully sitting down in the driver's seat, his skirt curiously bulging now that he was seated. [1:46:23 AM | Edited 1:46:34 AM] Kay: Comfy is good. Not bad. *She looks up and down the length of the car with her hand on the top, her fingers tapping, for a few moments.Satisfied that she's taken it all in, she slides in and sets her butt down, wiggling her ass into the cushion.* Ooh, yeah, been too long since I sat in a soft chair. *After buckling her seatbelt, she relaxes and leans her arm on the inside of her door, looking out the window.* How far away is your place? [2:42:51 AM] Johnaya: "Not very far. Like I probably could've walked with how close I live since I can do that for my 'work' and that's riiight... there." He gestures out the window to a small mechanic's shop when they get to a stop light about seven blocks away from the restaurant. "On the corner of Smith and Carson. Kind of funny that but I think everyone in the store's said something about that by now." Since the car was a stickshift both his legs were occasionally moving, making his skirt move gently. [2:49:09 AM] Kay: Oh! Well then. You're a lot closer than I am, I had a twenty minute ride here. *Looking back over she can't help but slowly look down, the large crotch bulge just in the corner of her eye.* Uh. *What the fuck?* So uh, any other personal details you feel like sharing? Maybe like, something people you've dated would say about you? Or! Something less specific would also be fine! *She sabotages her own interrogation and glues her eyes directly ahead of the car.* [3:08:33 AM | Edited 3:09:50 AM] Johnaya: "Hmm, uh, I couldn't really say. Haven't seen many of the people I had a one night stand with your know. I'd guess most of them would call me cute." He turns to wink at Jesse and stick out his tongue playfully. "And hopefully describe me as good in bed. And a good mechanic! Since given my looks most people don't expect it. What about you? Or was there something specific you were gonna ask me." He figured she was feeling a bit awkward so maybe him asking would alleviate it. Or, more likely, not but let him focus on something other than his own crotch. [3:15:58 AM] Kay: I sort of wanted to but it's not *She frantically waves her hand dismissively, in maybe the least convincing way possible.* important at all, never mind. *God, she's blushing so hard. She can't let him know. She roughly turns her head back so she's looking out her window.* Uhm, I've only been in a couple of relationships. They'd probably say I'm... Emotional? Which you're probably totally getting right now, haha. *That laugh was only a little nervous, considering it actually was sort of humorous to her how flustered she is.* [2:15:16 PM] Johnaya: "Yeah but it's cute. You being all flustered I mean." He was a bit confused about what Jesse wanted to ask but figured that'd come when they got to his house. Which they were there now, the garage door swinging up to let Nat pull in. Inside was another car(a deep blue versus the red of the car they were just in), an ATV(pink and silver camo), and a motorcycle(flame patterns). With a grin he quickly got out of the car to let Jesse out, gesturing to these vehicles as well. "[Kay CAR INFO] So. How do you like?" He reached a hand up to move a lock of hair out of his face, smiling at Jesse. [2:32:42 PM] Kay: Th-thank you. *She quietly accepts the compliment and tries to put what she saw out of her mind, for now. Jess casts her gaze over the assorted vehicles and ends up sitting turnways on the seat of the motorcycle, which draws a bit of attention to how lithe and smooth her legs are. She's focused on running her hands along the finish.* Mm, flames are a little cliché, but motorcycles are sexy. *She casts her gaze over.* You should see me in a biker girl outfit. *Bike craving filled, she calmly looks the other vehicles over from her perch.* [2:43:09 PM] Johnaya: "I know but I couldn't help it! Glad you like though. We'll use that to take you home when you wanna. Then you can wear that outfit~." Nat couldn't help but take a seat on the bike in front of Jess after passing a few glances at her legs. Mostly it was so he didn't end up too excited from the sight. She might notice he was spreading his legs a bit wider than he probably should need to on the bike and that bulge showed up again in his skirt. "Oh and maybe you'd wanna take the [Kay ATV NAME] out for a spin later? Like next week probably." [3:25:33 PM] Kay: You're presuming a bit, but that sounds fun, if we have a second date. *Motorcycle seats aren't exactly spacious, so having more than half of it hogged up by her date is a little cramping. She does notice the reason again, instantly re-flustering.* S-so uh! Are there any topics we missed? Do you have any, like, medical... condition... things? *She tries not to look at him too much. Her whole dang face is red now.* [3:30:25 PM] Johnaya: Nat just looks more confused again as she asks about medical things, moving a hand up to scratch his head. "Uh, I fractured my right leg a few years ago on the ATV before that one." He tries to think of more things and ends up looking down at his skirt. Given the lighting it wasn't hard to notice how much he was bulging out his skirt, face instantly blushing. "Maybe, uh, something else but that's more personal you know? So. Yeah. We'll, um, get to that later or something." He gulped hard and casually got up off the bike so his crotch stopped bulging, leaning back against one of his cars. [5:58:58 PM] Kay: *Looking about as uncomfortable as possible, Jess just sort of awkwardly looks at Nat for a while, then looks up, then looks down and starts rubbing one arm nervously. Barely audible, she speaks.* Is... that how big your dick is. *Her heart beating loudly, she adds* ... That would be really interesting. [6:03:16 PM] Johnaya: Nat just lets out a small snort and rubs the top of his head at Jesse's question. "God. I think that's the cutest I've ever been asked that. But, uh, yeah. Apparently I'm bigger than most guys but I don't really see it." He could feel a little stirring in his stretched panties as he felt himself feeling a bit more aroused. "Uh, would you wanna continue this conversation in the house. Unless you wanted to stay out here. That's fine too." A small smile crept onto his face as his hands held tightly onto the top of his skirt. [6:47:48 PM] Kay: *Her de-stress muscle relax is highly visible, her shoulders, torso, etc all slouching a bit from how hard she was tensing. She's still beet red and sweating a little, but she's pretty sure her date has a cock like an elephant so she's willing to forgive herself for that.* Yyyyeah, that would be good. The inside one. It's a little nippy out here, for being in just a dress and underwear. *Swallowing some of her nervousness, she takes Nat's lead towards the inside of the house* [7:06:54 PM] Johnaya: He reaches back and gingerly takes Jesse's hand as he leads her through the house, kitchen first then living room then down the hallway to Nat's room. A nice house for someone who lives on their own. Once they get to his room it's just like the rest of his house; organized sections with bits of stuff strewn about. In this case it's a closet filled with girly outfits and a table in the corner neatly organized with makeup on it while the floor has socks, wrappers, and cans littering it along with a few car magazines. "Sorry. I probably should've cleaned this up before the date. Hope you don't mind." [7:18:50 PM] Kay: No it's fine, this is a lot tidier than my place. *Her mouth is slightly agape as she looks around in every room they pass through, though she doesn't have the time nor interest to really take much in.* I mean, mine is basically just a trailer home, but it's like, on stilts, and most of the. Uh. Floor is covered except the kitchen. *Nat's room does appear to be a good synopses of him as a person, so far as she's seen.* But I probably shouldn't be admitting that. So uh, here we are. *She has her hands together in front of her resting on the skirt portion of the dress, making her wish a little she'd brought one of her purses so this nervous pose at least had the excuse of her holding it.* [7:23:02 PM] Johnaya: "Why not? Not like I'm not gonna see it when we go to your house tomorrow. Or later tonight. Whenever you wanna leave." He quickly realizes that he just dragged Jesse through his house and into his bedroom. That probably counted as pretty forward to most people. "Oh! Uh, if you wanna hang out in a different room instead we can." He gives a small smile as he decides to clean up a bit of the mess on his floor. With him being bent over there's the faint bulge again except this time it's on the back of his skirt, him knowing his balls were large enough to bulge even the back but forgetting as he tried to not make Jesse feel too uncomfortable. [7:32:17 PM] Kay: Ah, we can do whatever, but I can't say I wasn't expecting to end up in here. What with the I-just-asked-about-your-dick. *She coughs a little and it segues into a cute little chuckle.* So it's sort of up to you if you want to make it.... casual. Or intimate. I'm mostly just intrigued. 'Cause I like dicks, wouldn't you know it! *She just sort of tosses that out there to entertain herself, they've already crossed the line of no return.* I can uh, see your stuff from here, if you cared. *She meekly points at his balls.* [7:36:51 PM | Edited 8:09:00 PM] Johnaya: Nat lets out quite the girlish squeak at Jesse's comment, standing up straight. Despite that outburst he quickly mellows out, taking a deep breath and dropping the things he was holding on the ground. "Right, right. Uh, hmm. You know I didn't think I'd ever have a problem with something like this but here we are." He gives a few pats to his skirt as he nonchalantly steps in front of Jesse. The blush on his face was incredibly as he holds onto his skirt, looking down at Jess. "Well. If you really wanna see I can show you for a bit. Just, you know, give me the go ahead if you wanna do anything... more." [7:44:03 PM] Kay: Yeah, you don't seem the nervous type. Maybe you liiike meee~ *She says this in her best "mocking schoolchild" tone of voice, the first vocal hint all night that she ever sounded like anything other than a woman.* Ahum. Uh. Seriously though, it's flattering that you're nervous if you have a lot of hookups. Even if it's not a conscious thing. *She scrunches up a little as she feels affectionate.* But uh, we could just talk if you want. You don't. Have. To show me. B-but if you WANT to show me, I'd like to see it! I- Yeah. Pbbthlth. [7:55:50 PM | Edited 8:02:50 PM] Johnaya: His hands drummed against his skirt as Jess talked, blushing a bit harder with her comment and also just from feeling more embarrassed. "We can, uh, talk in a bit. Now I'm feeling sort of gungho about showing you. So. Yeah. Ready?" With a grin his hands slid more down his dress until they were holding onto the hem. Casually he started to lift it up, slowly of course to draw out a reaction. It didn't take very long before his genitals ended up exposed and were they massive. Each smooth, taut orb was bigger than his head, hanging down to his knees. Nestled above them was a thick log of a cock, easily wider than Nat's wrist. Humorously he was wearing two pairs of panties, one stretched up onto his hips and pulled down a bit by his balls while the other was wrapped exclusively around his testicles. He looked up at Jess for a moment then averted his eyes then looked back at her again, doing that a few times and hoping she didn't freak out. [8:15:46 PM] Kay: *Slowly but surely Jess's eyes widened as more and more scrotum peeked out from under her date's skirt, something she had not bargained for. Just as she was panicking internally about if they were ever going to end, she sees the sack scrunching into the body and giving way to the base of his cock, which causes her to rear up her whole body a little in intimidation and shock. When the whole package is free she thanks goodness she was already red in the face.* ... Woah. *Seconds later a tent is pitched in the front of her dress, which she quickly stifles with both hands.* I uh. You.... Jeez! *She finally stammers out.* You're huge! *She's still processing this too hard to say anything more eloquent, but she definitely doesn't sound disappointed by the tone of her voice.* [8:25:42 PM] Johnaya: The look of shock on Jess' face was both invigorating and terrifying, just as it always was. No telling if she'd just get up and leave like sometimes happen. Thankfully she looked more curious than anything, Nat letting out a sigh of relief. He moved one hand from the skirt, holding it up with just the one, and reached down to pat the side of one of his nuts. "Yeah that's what most people say." It was hard not to notice Jesse's cock springing up from the sight, Nat blushing even more. "Uh, any pressing questions?" As he said that his shaft gave a hard throb, a vein briefly visibly bulging out his panties. [8:32:08 PM] Kay: Uh. *She stammers on no word in particular.* G-g-g, I-I er. *She swallows and hard, then clears her throat for the umpteenth time.* H-h-how do you you. Fit. That. *She stands there for an awfully embarrassing amount of time before she realizes her question's not complete.* ... I-I m-mean, how do you fit it into! People! Like! rrrrgghh *Jesse's hand and Jesse's face have a loud reunion, although she's careful to spare her lipstick while facepalming.* It seems a little too big. Is all. But. Time and lube conquer all, right? Better question. Uh. Is it natural? [8:39:12 PM] Johnaya: He feels bad for a moment with how hard she was trying to say her question, reaching his hand forward to try and get her to calm down some. Once he was sure she was alright and done talking he thinks of what to say. Of course while he thinks he casually pats the side of his balls, making a few humming noises. "Lots of lube and working. Yeah. It's all natural too unless the oil at my work causes lots of growth, heh. But yeah. I've been this big since high school. Freshman year. That's about when I stopped getting taller too." He let out a small giggle as he remembered back then. "Not sure if you're curious or not but shaving's a real pain. So if you ever have excess shaving stuff just let me know." [8:47:05 PM] Kay: Wow. High school must have been hard. Or really really amazing? *She's finally starting to settle, and let some amazement surface in her expression* I can't imagine. God, I was still a total dude in freshman year. I played /football/. Until they caught me fondling another player's balls with my feet in the locker room. Consensually! He had a foot thing and he was hot. Sorry, am I making this about me? Because WOW. *She can't help it, she smiles a little while taking in the sight of those wobbling nuts. One hand reaches back to start twirling her butt-length braid of hair.* A-actually I don't have any hair down there, got it removed, front and back. Friend does it, so I got a discount, and it barely hurt! If you're, uh interested. [8:54:08 PM | Edited 8:54:51 PM] Johnaya: "Tempting offer. I'll think about it. That does sound hot though." Another throb went through his shaft as he imagined Jess using her feet on someone, quickly moving the thought from his head so he didn't tear his already over capacity panties. "It was, uh, pretty okay. I wore sweatpants a lot until I realized skirts were better at concealment. Not that everyone hadn't already known about it by the time I was a senior. Who wouldn't notice a cute, preteen looking guy with a bulge bigger than a medicine ball? Cause I know if I saw someone like that I'd be all over them." The lewd thoughts come again and his shaft throbs once more, a dreamy look on his face. [9:00:12 PM] Kay: Uch, it's a shame we didn't go to the same highschool, I would have done things to you during my slutty phase. Of course as a boy you don't really get to be "slutty", but as a gay sub it's pretty close. But uh. *She very reluctantly slides her remaining hand to the side so her erection is obvious again, creating a little extra shimmer due to making her dress stick out and catch more light on that part.* Yeah. That's really hot. Like really really hot. I fear and respect it, but it's still hot. [9:29:51 PM] Johnaya: "Yeah but nothing saying we couldn't make up for lost time~. I do have enough schoolgirl outfits to act that out. If you wanted. I've, uh, done a few roleplay things before." Almost subconsciously his hands moved back to hold onto the side of his nuts again. The appearance of Jesse's erection makes him grin a bit and pat his balls, a dull, heavy noises coming from the pats. "Thanks by the why. Hopefully that fear can go away after a bit. Or at least get replaced with like sexual fear or something." [9:35:13 PM] Kay: Sexual fear? *She cracks up a little.* Alright, not afraid anymore, you're too much of a dork. *She straightens up and considers a few things.* Iiii'm... Not too big on roleplay. So. Moving on. Holding that skirt up seems like a hassle. You should uh, take it off? Maybe? *She doesn't know what Nat's policy on shoes indoors was, she didn't pay attention, but she slips off her heels and looks an inch shorter pretty quickly, although it does prove most of her statuesque status is natural height.* Those panties don't look comfortable either. [9:59:05 PM | Edited 9:59:29 PM] Johnaya: Nat couldn't help but snicker at his own comment when Jesse started to laugh, nodding at her. "Understandable. Just figured I'd offer anyway. And yeah. Let me just get that." Quickly he lowers the skirt and moves his hands to the back, unclipping and unzipping it. It flutters down to the floor off his legs and he steps out of it. Now Jesse can see his legs fully, those stockings accentuating his legs and balls quite nicely. "The panties actually feel fine. They help keep my nuts from bouncing around too, heh. You're welcome to take them off if you want though~." [10:07:48 PM] Kay: O-oh. Mm... *She bites her lip, then coyly (but without enough confidence to make eye contact) says* I'd love to, but only if you help me out of this dress after. *Her eyes flick back to meet Nat's and she doesn't actually wait for him to agree or not, as it was more of an "undress me" than an actual deal. Kneeling, she close the gap between them and her face is only inches away from his package.* Oh god, it's warm down here, you're radiating heat. Or I'm just getting that hot under the collar. Heh... Yeah I'll just. *There's a severe amount of reluctance as she reaches for, and then pulls back from, his panties several times. Finally she settles for gingerly grasping the elastic on the upper pair and sliding it down until it overlaps with the hem of the second pair so she can slide them both down at once. Watching his sack sag even more makes her clench and salivate a little, but she's gotta have self control. Once they're almost to his ankles she goes hands off again.* There, I think you can get out from there. Ooh. *She catches a powerful whiff of ball sweat and her cock twitches in her dress.* Did you have any more favors for me while I'm down here? [10:31:17 PM] Johnaya: "Certainly." Nat smiled up at Jesse before she quickly knelt in front of him, getting face to face with his nut sack. The pendulous orbs had a faint pulse about them with how much blood was pumping from arousal. Not to mention how much normally pumped through them. "Probably a bit of both. My balls can get really hot and sweaty. A few times they've actually like dripped sweat off them. Uh, hope that wasn't TMI." Once the fabric leaves his sack he lets out a small sigh in relief, stepping a bit to move the panties off his feet. Unfortunately for Jesse now that his shaft was free it ends up nearly resting on her forehead. Not to mention his movements send his balls wobbling, getting close to smacking her in the chin. "Hmm. Well." He can't decide exactly what he wants to say, pressing his tongue to his bottom lip. [10:42:44 PM] Kay: Nnn, no, that's hot. *Jess patiently awaits an answer, but...* If you don't have any specific requests, I just want to... *Slowly but steadily both hands reach out to cup one nut until she's supporting both, and holy shit they're heavy. Grunting in surprise, she nearly lets her tongue stick out but wants to stay composed still.* W-woah. Hefty. *With considerable effort, she pulls herself away from their magnetic grasp and  just gives them one gentle roll of her fingers before she lets them bounce back to their full dangling length and she stands, looking a little embarrassed.* L-... Let's get me out of this thing. [11:01:14 PM | Edited 11:05:30 PM] Johnaya: "I'll say it was hot. I was practically swimming in my ball sweat from the heat!" He chuckled a bit and gave a small shift to his hips. One of his nuts swings close to her face again, the aroma of balls practically getting wooshed into her nostrils. Feeling her hands get put underneath his nuts and try to lift them made him gasp in arousal. "Yeah. The whole sack's like twelve pounds." As Jess pulls back he nods and reaches behind her, unzipping the dress with a smile on his face. Briefly he thinks about kissing her but figures he should ask first. She did only want the outfit off. Casually he lifts it up with her help to get her in her underwear or in the nude. Whatever she was wearing, or not, underneath. [11:12:12 PM] Kay: *She was wearing panties as well, although they don't seem to be doing much of a job, her dick soundly pressing it downwards and out of the way so it can stand proud against her otherwise feminine figure. A little embarrassed, Jesse slips them off of one leg and lets them simply fall of the other so she's completely nude.* There, I beat you to nudity. Fancy that. *She rubs the crook of one ankle against the back of her other in a nervous gesture for a moment until she can't help but say something.* Should one of us... sit down? How would this be easier? I want to uh. Really get in there, if you're cool with it. [11:45:21 PM] Johnaya: "Uh, I'm not sure since I'm not sure if you were gonna like motorboat my nuts or something. Not that I'd be opposed to that." Nat's eyes wander down to Jesse's turgid rod, biting his lip. Even if she wasn't as big as him she was still nicely built. It was hard not to just reach forward and stroke her. The comment about nudity finally hit him though and that distracted him enough, reaching down to quickly take off both his stockings and shoes, balls and cock bouncing about. His shirt comes off much easier, quickly unbuttoned and tossed to the floor. "Boom. Now I'm naked too." [10:19:17 AM] Kay: Motorboating is... a little silly. Ah... *She sees him undressing and watches his lithe, girlish frame getting out of those clothes. It's turning her on even more, to the point that she brings up her finger to bite it and whine a bit.* Can I just say that if your cock wasn't thicker than my arm I'd already be riding you like a rodeo bull? You're SO hot. *Her cock twitches.* I know I don't seem the type to take the lead, but uh, may I? [2:41:16 PM] Johnaya: "Heh that didn't stop some people but they usually complained about soreness afterwards." Nat just looked over Jesse while one of his hands casually reached down to rub the side of his sack again before reaching up to readjust his dong. With a little hum he smiled at her and nodded. "Yeah. It's not often, uh, other people take the lead with this stuff. Just say something if you need help okay." His hand lifted up his dick and pointed it towards Jess, giving it a little wiggle before letting it rest against his balls once more. [6:15:51 PM] Kay: Hoo, alright. *Taking a deep breath she gently nudges Nat back by pressing her fingers to his chest until he's against the bed.* Sit, please. *Once he's on his butt she drops quickly to her knees and gets close again, lips trembling as she breathes deep.* Just want to get... Hhh, acquainted here.  *Jess gently presses her lips to one nut and leaves a prominent kiss mark, then both of her hands come in from the side and start to massage a ball each. The warm leathery sack squeezes between her fingers, and she does something like sighing in pleasure.* [6:26:56 PM] Johnaya: He gladly follows her lead, daintily sitting down on the bed, his balls whapping against the side of it. "That's fine with me. They want to get to know you too~." Playfully he clenches the muscles in his crotch to cause his balls to lurch up for a moment before sagging back down, smiling at Jesse. Then Jesse's hands and mouth were planted on them. Nat couldn't help but gasp and let out a small moan, eyes fluttering gently as her fingers lightly dig into his skin from her squeezing. "Oh man. That already feels great." [6:54:17 PM] Kay: *Her eyelids flutter for a moment before she just closes them and rests her forehead against the middle of the sack, brushing Nat's dick slightly out of the way. She'd get to licking and sucking, but she doesn't want to ruin her lipstick just yet. Instead she just focuses on kneading into his balls, making sure not to actually grip the testes themselves too hard, figuring they're probably still sensitive to pain.* Gawd, I bet these things make an absolute mess. *Exhaling heavily, she looks up at Nat with her best smoulder.* I can't wait for you to make a mess of me...~ *Right as she says that as well, she tightens all of her fingers together to squeeze the rolls of ball skin she has between them.* [7:05:28 PM] Johnaya: It was hard not to gasp as his balls flesh was squished between her fingers, eyes fluttering once again. With a pleased sigh he reached his hand down to rub at her hair, smiling with a dreamy look on his face. "You bet. I've had to use bath towels for my loads since high school. At least now I can wash them without getting yelled at by mom." His hand reached back a bit more to gently play with her braid, swirling it against his fingers. "Just so know if you were worried, uh, nuzzling my balls was weird to me it's not. It's actually damn hot. Especially since you're so cute." [7:11:29 PM] Kay: Pfft, I wasn't worried. *There goes that seductive look.* Look, I'm in my element here. Just let me... *Sticking her tongue out, she runs it all the way up from the bottom of his sack to the base of his cock.* Do my thing, okay? *Mm, that was good. Her hands slide down a little more so she's hefting his balls again, the sack flowing over and around her hands since it's far far too much to contain.* I won't get nervous again until you're poised to split me open. [7:15:03 PM | Edited 7:16:03 PM] Johnaya: "Hnng. Right. Sorry. I'll let you do your thing since you're doing really, really well." He flashes a smile down at her and just leans back a bit. That tongue sliding up his nuts was heavenly as were the hands cradling them. His hand continues to play with her braid as she goes back against his nuts, a short gasp coming from him. "Oooh yeah. Just, mmm, like that." More gasps and moans come from him and he's amazed his dong hasn't managed to get hard yet from this but feels it won't be long, feeling blood pulsing all throughout his balls and shaft. [8:02:27 PM] Kay: *She has to stick her tongue out pretty far to make sure she doesn't smear her auburn lips all over his sack. Next she brings her tongue all the way across the top of his shaft. It's not exactly the sensitive part, she doesn't want to spare a hand to lift it. When she gets all the way to the top... bottom? The base of the shaft, she purrs (she's practiced), purses her lips, and puts two clean kiss marks on his midriff, followed by a third on top of his dick. Satisfied, her head snakes back down to the valley of scrotum between his nuts and presses her face into it with an intoxicated* Mmmph!~ [8:27:18 PM | Edited 8:27:36 PM] Johnaya: Nat's hand still held lightly onto Jesse's braid up until she started to slide up his cock with her tongue to his crotch, gasping and letting go. The kisses to his crotch made him let out a small moan each time, his shaft finally starting to harder. Given its size it was slow of course but Jess could no doubt see the veins pulsing as it steadily filled with blood. Even if she did just bury her face into his nuts, Nat pulling his hands back to clench the bed. He really wasn't used to letting someone have at his nuts but god was it wonderful, that hum of hers sending a shiver down his spine. [8:37:48 PM] Kay: *Essentially using her mouth as a small vibrator, Jess moans out a few more times while she swirls her tongue in a circle. Letting him drop once again, her hands move, one to press against the back of his nutsack and grind it even further into her face, and the other to grab at his shaft.* Ohmmygohg. *She muffles into his skin as her hand tries to cope with how far around he is. She can't even get all the way around it! Still, she slowly starts to jerk it, only moving her arm a little and letting fluid wrist movements extend her strokes.* [8:48:35 PM | Edited 8:48:48 PM] Johnaya: Each vibration makes him quiver in delight, trying not to flop backwards and just enjoy the sensations. Given how far back his sack attached, all the way back to his pucker, Jess would probably need to use her whole forearm to properly push them forward. The hand on his shaft makes him gasp again, instinctually bucking towards her. That meant his balls were pushed further against her face and probably let her get a better grip. "S-sorry. You're just. Wow~! I'm speechless." [9:30:14 PM] Kay: *Jess giggles into him at the compliment and pulls off, coated with saliva all over her maw, and her previously neat lipstick is just a vague smear around her mouth.* Anybody could do this silly. But wow. Holy hell. *Leaving his balls behind for now, she rises a bit and brings her left hand to bear on his shaft, wrapping all the way around with both together, but making more primitive strokes, not that they're really worse.* Officially terrified of this again, but in the /best/ way. My heart's beating so hard. *She licks a few times around the underside of his cock head.* [9:36:52 PM] Johnaya: "No I'm serious. Some people just don't know how to treat balls but you do it so great. If I didn't want to fuck or get fucked so bad I'd ask you to keep up the work." Nat lets out a dreamy sigh as Jesse moves up his balls and to his cock. The hands wrapped around his shaft elicit a gasp and groan, a hard throb going through his shaft. "Is that the sexual fear from before?" He couldn't help but bring that back, giggling a bit as he reached a hand down to hers. Gently her rubbed her hand on his shaft, able to feel his pulse even through her fingers and palm. [9:40:59 PM] Kay: Oh my god. *She grins and rolls her eyes.* And you're still partially soft too. Or can you not get hard at this size? *She starts to stroke a little harder, and propping up even more on her knees lets her wrap her mouth around just the very tip of the head, her thick soft lips pressing comfortably into it, but she doesn't even bother trying to force anything thicker inside of her yet. Sucking a soft dick isn't as fun, even if it's already way too big. Like, way way way too big.* Mmmhmmm~ [9:45:08 PM] Johnaya: Sharp gasps come from him as she wraps her lips around his head, a small coo following after. God he feels so aroused already. "No I, mmm, can get hard still. It might take a bit to get completely rigid but, ahn, I'll be full size in no time. Especially if you keep working on me as well as you have been~." The other hand moves down to hold onto the side of her head, gently stroking her hair. The one of his shaft work along with her hands still since there wasn't much else he could do with it. [9:49:05 PM] Kay: Mmm, will it help if you imagine all the stuff I'm gonna do to it once you're hard? *She runs another circular swivel of her tongue around the tip, then draws it up along his urethra, hoping he's positively sensitive there, as opposed to not liking it.* I plan on leaving a ring of lipstick right... here. *She slides her hands down and pulls off all but two connecting fingers at the base, about as far down as is possible.* Assuming I can borrow yours of course.~ [10:04:50 PM] Johnaya: As if on cue his cock throbbed harder as she said that, thoughts of Jesse's lithe body bent over or nestled against his balls. They were so nice they almost made him not notice her tongue flicking against his urethra, more sharp gasps coming from him. "Mmm! Sure. You can have the whole tube if you need it. Feeling your mouth at the base of my dick would just be heavenly~." Another throb went through his shaft, pre-cum starting to well up at his tip. Veins were also starting to be partially visible on his shaft though not incredibly defined. Wouldn't be much longer before he's full grown. [10:40:21 PM] Kay: Ooh, oh yeah, I can feel you getting firmer. *She gives the shaft a couple of encouragement pats before she staggers her hands, stoking the lower half with her right and the upper with her left.* Ah, if I had my tits already I'd let you between them, but that won't be for another month, about. Until then you'll just have to settle for these. *She purses her lips up at him and then takes slightly more of his cock head into her mouth than before.* Mmm~ [10:48:00 PM | Edited 10:49:20 PM] Johnaya: "Hnng you say that as if your lips aren't fantastic." His breathing was already coming out hard as her hands and mouth got to work. Since she was stroking him well enough now his hands move to just gently hold the sides of her head. As she touches the base his balls lurch up for a moment before sagging down, a dollop of pre-cum spurting into her mouth. It tasted a lot sweeter than usual, a small smile on Nat's face. "Don't worry. I eat lots of pineapples. Have to since I, well, sometimes do this myself." [10:54:43 PM] Kay: *Smacking her lips, she grins.* That's good, but I love cum anyways. Remember, I had a slut phase. I sucked cock in the bathrooms for free. *Sheepishly she adds* I was a little more outgoing then. But that's neither here nor there. What's here if your massive fucking cock. *She groans as she puts her lips around the tip again, licking up any pre-cum buildup. Widening her jaw, she gets in most of the tip, at least to where it's already thicker than any realistic cock could ever be, and starts making circles with her tongue all over what she has, wiping the top, then bottom of her tongue on his pink tip. She can't say anything, but she's looking up at him with maybe the most sultry look ever cooked up, which just screams a combination of "Mmmm, so good~" and "Want more, don't you?"* [11:54:58 PM] Johnaya: "Well I can confirm it's, uh, really tasty. And thick. So even if you didn't like cum you'd be fine. But you do so..." He breathes out and just shuts his mouth, rubbing the side of her head again. Casually one of his hands moved back to caress his balls, eliciting more splurts of pre into Jesse's mouth. Of course that was going to happen anyway what with her skilled mouth. His saliva coated tip pulses inside of Jesse as she keeps working on his tip, splurts of pre coming out sporadically now. "Mmm. God. So good. Almost there..." The look on her face was definitely getting him harder faster, now finally fully erect, a vein briefly showing on his shaft before subsiding. [12:07:14 AM] Kay: *Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath through her nose, she jams her head forward and feels her jaw hit its limit, right as she is about to surpass the ridge of the head. She tries a few more times but it's like there's a wall, her mouth is simply too tight to penetrate. She pulls off with a few trails of spittle attached from her mouth to his cock.* Ffoo, no good I don't think. *She wipes her maw off with her forearm.* Shit! Looks like we'll have to just practice after our next date. *Jess plants a goodbye smooch before standing and putting her hands on her hips.* So. Uh. Where... is your lube, then? [12:11:08 AM | Edited 12:13:02 AM] Johnaya: Nat's cock throbs as it's pulled from Jesse's stretched mouth, bobbing for a moment. Spit lightly trails down the upper section and he sighs, reaching a hand down to pat her hair. "Yeah. Don't sweat it. We'll get it in eventually. I'll get the lube." With a small sigh he stands up from the bed and gives a little stretch, reaching a hand down to rub at his balls. "Hmm. Where'd I leave it?" He stood there for a few seconds, just casually rubbing his sack, before moving to his closet, rump wiggling a bit with his nuts swinging below. "Should be in here somewhere." [12:46:34 AM] Kay: *At least the view's nice. Jess "mm"s quietly as she watches Nat search, but spots what is clearly a bottle of lube out of the corner of her eye on the makeup table.* Uh, I think you left it out last time you used it. *She points, and holds her hand up for when Nat looks. While she's standing there thinking, she can't help but clench a little bit. Just thinking about how thick he felt in her mouth, and that she was going to put it in her butt... It made her shiver a little.* [1:15:43 AM] Johnaya: "Oh. Heh whoops." He turned towards Jess to see the bottle of lube, quickly standing up and making his way over to her. Nat gingerly took the bottle with one hand while his other grabbed his shaft. With a small motion his thumb popped the cap and he turned it on its side over his cock, drizzling a good amount of lube onto it. After a few moments he closes the cap again and leisurely strokes his shaft, covering it fully in the lube. Seems he'd done it this way a lot with how easily it was done. "Does that seem like enough for you or should I put on some more?" [1:24:49 AM] Kay: I'm gonna be honest, I have no clue. *She raises her hands, palms open, to either side of her face.* I don't even use lube with normal dudes, just lubricated condoms. Um! *She slaps her hands over her mouth.* By normal, uh, no, I should have said ordinary, so instead of abnormal, I'd be implying you're extraordinary. *Yeah, that sounds better. She gestures back to the bed.* Uhm, would you mind sitting again? I still want to take this at my own pace. And um, lay back. On your back. Lay on your back. Please. [1:31:00 AM] Johnaya: He couldn't help but chuckle at what she said, squirting a bit more lube on just to be sure. "Hey it's fine. I've been called abnormal before. But, sometimes, they ended up screaming my name afterwards so it's all good." With a nod he smiled to her and sat back on the bed, balls whapping against the side. Slowly he pulled himself up more so he could lay down, resting his arms by his sides, hands resting down on his balls. "Mmm you're really cute you know? I can't wait to feel your ass on my crotch~." [1:38:12 AM] Kay: Ah, that's just it, uh. There's no way I'm taking that thing... *She climbs up on the bed and around his crotch, until she's kneeling above his head, dick looming over him.* Without a warmup! And without a smaller dick to do the trick, I think your tongue will work nicely. Oh, wait. I think my balls would block your nose this way. Not here to suffocate you.*With a little maneuvering and almost bumping a shaved leg into his face, she turns around so her dick is pointing at his now.* ...Y-you're cool with this, right? Because I could just try without a warm-up If you're not alright with it. I stay clean back there! *Ah well, there goes that confidence.* [1:52:15 AM] Johnaya: For a moment he's worried that she doesn't believe it will fit which is, of course, a valid worry. However once she crawls on top of him and plants her ass on his face he quickly realizes, even without her saying so. Once she's done moving his hands go to grab onto her ass, holding her to his face. "I, uh, actually do have a few dildoes around but I'd much rather do this for now." And just like that he pulls her more onto his face, tongue almost immediately wiggling into her sphincter. His cock throbs with his every lick, hands happily groping her rump. [5:46:28 PM] Kay: O-oh! *She wasn't expecting him to just dive in like that, and she shivers at suddenly having a wet protrusion in her most sacred of places. After spreading her cheeks for him, she lifts her arms and wiggles her hips to get her ass crack as flush with his face as she could help.* Mmm, if there's one reason I'm glad I was born a boy, it's being able to enjoy rimjobs.~ *She relaxes and leans forward a little so she can support herself on the weight of her arms.* [5:55:28 PM] Johnaya: "Well you'd enjoy them as a girl too." He said that while still being tongue deep in her ass so it was definitely muffled and probably wasn't heard. Once her ass was pressed more against his face he wiggled his tongue even deeper inside, humming to hopefully make it vibrate pleasantly. His hands continued to grope and squeeze her ass, gently rocking her on his mouth. Meanwhile his balls shift lightly as he spreads his legs to get comfier, shaft wobbling a bit in the air. [2:54:49 AM] Kay: But not as much right? Or did I make that up? *She "Mmm~"s with extreme satisfaction. It was awfully easy to get right in there with that tongue, and Jess's entrance remains relaxed and inviting. Of course, it does flex and tighten occasionally in time with her groaning happily from particularly pleasant tingles Nat is causing.* Where are those toys? I can get them, I think I'd like one more step between this and THIS. *While saying that she pats the side of his cock, making it wobble a bit.* [2:56:27 AM | Edited 2:59:50 AM] Johnaya: He just gave a shrug. Most of the girl's he'd done this with seemed to like it well enough. As she asks the question and pats his cock he groaned, getting deeper inside of her for a moment before pulling back. "Should be in the closet next to where the lube was supposed to be. Uh, if they're not in there though maybe check a drawer?" He gave another shrug as he gently pat her rump, figuring it'd be silly to go back to his work when she was just about to get up. [2:35:44 AM] Kay: *Jesse wiggles her shapely rear for a second above Nat's face before hopping off and practically bouncing to the closet. Just as promptly, she plucks a rather average looking glass dick out of the closet and bounds back.* Not bad! Hm. Do... you want to help me with it? Or would you rather watch the magic? *With the base of it in her palm she waggles it back and forth.* Oh, uh, either way I'm going to need just a dollop of lube on it. [2:46:00 AM | Edited 3:43:59 AM] Johnaya: He thinks for a few moments as he sits up and watches her stand there, waving around his toy. Finally he just gives a little shrug and smiles at her, handing her the lube. "I kinda wanna help but watching you work on your own would be really sexy too so... Yeah." Once she took the lube his hands went to the base of his shaft, gently squeezing it for a moment before sliding up it gently. "So. Anything other than lube you need?" [4:05:18 AM] Kay: Nope. *She clambers back onto the bed herself, sort of on her ass, but she slides down farther and curves her spine so her legs are spread and her anus is exposed. With just a quick spurt of lubricant on the tip Jesse pokes the glass phallus against her anus and liberally applies force. It slips right in, a few inches actually.* N-never gets old! Mmh~ *It's partially opaque, but since it's glass and she's now just got one finger on the bottom of it, it'd be hard to get a better view of the penetration itself.* [1:43:05 PM] Johnaya: Nat bit his lip as he watched Jesse get to work, imagining the dildo as his own shaft. Of course he wouldn't have to do that for long but he couldn't help it. His hands work up and down his cock with him nodding to her. "I'll say. It's a great view too~." A spurt of pre shot from his dick and splattered onto his knees, Nat gasping a bit before scooping his hand under the head. Once he got a nice amount of pre-cum in his palm he moved it over to Jess, slathering it on the dildo. Partially for lubrication and partially to make it warmer. [9:04:12 PM] Kay: *She raises an eyebrow at the slathering of pre, but continues on. She doesn't have to push very hard to get almost the rest of it in, not wanting to get too close to the base for fear of it slipping in.* Ah, well. I guess I'm... Pretty darn relaxed back there. *She scratches her head nervously. Not sure what else to do, she pistons the length of it in and out of her ass gently for a minute, popping in a finger as well after.* Wow, that was. Easy. I didn't realize. *Since she's clearly beyond needing it, she removes the whole toy and sets it off to the side.* I guess I'm ready? [10:17:37 PM] Johnaya: Nat just contentedly watches as she works the dildo in and out of herself. It was a bit surprising how easy it was going. He just languidly strokes himself as he sits there, smirking a bit at her. "Well. At least you got to test out to make sure. Better safe than sorry right? I wouldn't want to hurt that cute butt of yours. So, uh, you sure you're ready? You can take a bit longer if you want to." He takes the toy and places it gently on the floor next to his bed. [5:30:19 PM] Kay: No no I... Think I wanna do this. *Swallowing her tension, she lifts herself up and steps back over so she's above Nat once again, but this time her ass goes above his groin instead of his face. Her legs shake ever so slightly while she holds herself up, knees bent pretty sharply by the time she feels his warm cock head nestling itself between her ass cheeks and just lightly brushing her entrance.* A-ah! Th-there it is. *Looking meek, she holds herself there, trying to keep  her legs from buckling.* Would you... like to do the honors? Um, grab my hips, please. *She gestures to her shapely waist, probably hoping for some help staying upright.* [8:59:29 PM] Johnaya: Nat just gave her a warm smile and nodding, gently placing his hands on her hips. "Sure. Tell me if it's too much and we'll go back to stretching." The feeling of her cheeks lightly pressed against his cockhead made it twitch, swelling up and pressing harder against her hole momentarily. Knowing not to start too soon he grits his teeth and tries to push down as gently as he can. Her hips slowly descend, his head pressing harder and harder against her hole, until Nat slowly starts to feel it give way. It didn't take much longer before his thick head quite literally popped inside her sphincter, a small gasp coming from him. "Wow.~" [10:05:27 PM] Kay: Nnng... *Gritting her teeth powerfully, it's hard to believe the feeling of that giant pressing into her even as it suddenly springs inside, making her cock twitch while she gasps loudly.* NgAH-Ah! W-wow! *She writhes a little bit, her teeth unclenching only to close again with her bottom lip between them. She squirms for another few seconds before speaking.* Holyshitthat'sbig. Whew! *Her eyes flutter a little before she refocuses them and realizes Nat is probably nervous underneath her.* W-we're good! I'm just. Shocked. *A few times a second her anus tries halfheartedly to clamp around him, but he appears to be nestled inside firmly, with no painful stretching.* Wow!~ [10:23:15 PM] Johnaya: Listening to her react to getting penetrated was music to his ears, a small grin on his face. Of course he still pays attention to make sure she's okay, gently rubbing her hips with his thumbs. "Heh. You're taking it great." To test her a bit he thrusts up gently, feeling his dick push in just the faintest bit while his hands hold her steady. Since she seemed to be doing alright Nat just gently bucked upward now, making sure to keep an eye on how she was reacting. Pre-cum was now starting to spurt up into her pucker, no doubt making Jess feel really warm, some of it spilling out around his shaft. "How is it? So far I mean." [10:33:13 PM] Kay: God. OohhhhhHHhh it's so good. *Jess gives up and closes her eyes, mouth slightly agape to breath and whine quietly.* It's so fucking thick. I love it. *Her hands are just tightly gripping Nat's arms right now, with nothing else to do, as she continues to try to wrap her head around the huge thing inside her. She's never been more aroused than this very moment.* Y-you can probably start lowering me. I wanna feel it. *Her face is beet red for maybe the umpteenth time tonight but it's finally not from embarrassment. Gently, her tip starts to shimmer with pre and a tiny droplet dribbles underneath.* [11:16:39 PM] Johnaya: "Well I'm loving this ass of yours.~ So goddamn tight." Seeing as only his tip was inside right now that tightness was feeling really nice, Nat's teeth planted in his bottom lip. HIs hands continue to knead her thighs and hips, his balls hefting up for a moment. "You sure? I'll, uh, take it slow. Okay?" To test her he gives a small buck upwards, listening to nearly an inch or so of shaft squelch inside. Once he was sure that didn't make her hurt too much Nat grits his teeth again, ever so gently lowering her. Slowly but sure the inches slide into Jesse's cramped rear, Nat's shaft gaining a bit in thickness as they get lower. Normally he'd want to stuff it all in at once but even he needs to tap out with her heavenly tight rump, stopping at around eight inches deep or so, panting heavily. "God. This ass is amazing you know?" [12:25:43 AM] Kay: *As it starts she groans happily, then just pants, chest heaving, as she focuses on the feeling of being filled. It doesn't take long for there to be enough inside her to hit her prostate, and with that thickness it was impossible for him to not grind against her prostate. Her moan is the girliest noise possible from a human being, as her cock starts to slowly faucet cum, one thick drip at a time. Try as she might she cant keep her mouth closed for more than a second. Every square inch of her ass being rubbed against was too good. * Mmmanh!~ *When she finally stops sinking she gasps and lets her tongue loll out of her mouth for a few seconds.* Nat. Your COCK! I fucking... love it. It's the best! H-how fffar am I? *Constantly leaking cum was definitely opening her up.* [12:59:13 AM] Johnaya: It took a few moments for Nat to respond, just closing his eyes and enjoying how tight Jess was around him. "Uh, looks like about, hnng, eight inches? Good for a first push. I'll let you get used to it. Before I move again I mean." He just sat there and moaned gently, lightly lifting and pushing Jesse along his shaft but not pushing any more inside. A lot more pre-cum was starting to pour out now, Nat's urethra bulging every few seconds as it spurts into that tight rump. Meanwhile his hands massaged her ass, one slowly moving around to grab her shaft. As he gently pushed against her insides he delicately slid his hand up and down her cock, smearing the cum all across it and his palm. [12:59:46 AM] Kay: Eight inches?!? *She sounds more than a little shocked.* Only? Out of like a hundred? Hahn... And I'm already cumming too. *With a gulp she straightens her body out a little, making a very small bump visible in her lower midriff.* W-whenever you're ready, b-... big boy!~ *Being so full, it's hard to believe she still felt a little embarrassed calling her partner "big boy". Or maybe she was just overcoming a strong tingle as her p-spot continues to be ground into submission.* [4:37:03 AM] Johnaya: Nat couldn't help but blush a little as she called him big boy, looking away for a moment and smirking. "Oh come on. It's only two feet. You have a third of it in already." His hands continued to work on her hips, gently rocking her on his shaft. It was mostly to loosen her up but it did let him get used to just how tight she was. "If you're ready let's get in some more." Nat grinned up at her as his hand pulled away from her still drooling shaft, grabbing onto her hips and starting to slowly pull down. Teeth grit tight it was taking quite a bit of work but steadily more inches disappeared into Jesse's rump. Over a foot in and he stop just about at fifteen inches, breathing heavily. "Nearly two thirds in.~" [3:05:58 AM] Kay: "Only"? "/Only/"?!? That's huge! *She pats his chest in a "be serious here" fashion, then straightens back up as much as she can.* Hoo, okay, okay. *Relaxing everything she has the power to relax, Jess feels yet more cock successfully enter her and is flabbergasted at the sensations. Nerves untouched before tingle and glow with new feeling and she moans whorishly in response. Passing a foot, her insides protest but nothing puts up a fight. Moments later they've stopped again but it feels like it's been minutes. * Holy FUCK. *Her cock twitches hard every once in a while.* Nat... [7:42:39 AM] Johnaya: Nat couldn't help but giggle at her reaction, looking down at his shaft as it disappeared inside of her. It really was huge, even he knew that, but it's always fun to see how people react when you downplay it. Feeling her insides ripple and loosen he starts to gently pull down on her again. His shaft squelches deeper inside, Nat's breathing becoming heavier, pre-cum spurts still shooting into Jesse's rear. It takes him a few moments to register anything, lustily smiling at her. "And now you're two thirds. You're doing really, really good for a first time." He can't help but lean up for a brief moment to peck her on the cheek, smiling as he plopped back down on the bed, his shaft shifting a bit inside of her. [9:35:25 PM] Kay: Y-yeah. Nnnnn. *Panting heavily, she droops her head a little to breath for a few moments, then swoops it back up, eyes closed with her lips between her teeth. She takes a few deep breaths through her nose before speaking again.* Fuck. K... keep it up. God. *In her mind there was infinite time to spare, but she knew if they took it at her ideal pace she'd spend hours hilting a cock this big and then several more hours riding it slowly and languidly.* H-heh. I'm gonna be so sore. *She groans quietly and spreads her legs a little farther apart to gesture "come on, spear me".* [1:00:42 PM] Johnaya: "Don't worry. I'll make sure you're comfortable while you rest. I don't want to leave a bad impression on someone as cute as you." Nat couldn't help but giggle and smile at her. His eyes wander down as she spreads her legs and he looks curious, wondering if she actually meant that. Well. He did have to admit getting more inside would be good. With a nod up to her his hands hold onto her hips as he tugs downward and bucks gently upward. Slowly but surely more and more of his shaft disappeared inside of her until, finally, he felt her ass against his crotch. Nat let out a small, long groan before panting heavily, just sitting there for a moment, letting them both get used to it. [6:00:23 PM] Kay: Ah...h-ha. Woo! *She lifts her arms in the air and then leans back a little, showing a huge bulge in her tummy by the massive log of dick she's allowed to be forced into her ass. Her dick is painfully hard right now, and it's really hard not to reach over and stroke it, but she doesn't want to tonight. This was all about that cock. She was breathing a little heavy too, and her heart was pounding, probably because he came close to having to push it out of the way with that length. One hand rubs the tip of her tummy bulge and she lets out a nice slutty moan.* [4:40:05 PM] Johnaya: Nat could indeed feel how hard Jesse's heart was pounding but it was hard not to with how intense this was. He continued to sit there, basking in the heavenly tightness of her rump. Not to mention it let her enjoy seeing that monstrous bulge for longer before they started to move. "Wow. You really did. First try too. I'm speechless." Since he doesn't know what to even say he does the next best thing. He holds up a hand and gives her a thumbs up. Once that was through he put his hand against the bump in her belly, gently massaging just as she was. [10:52:32 PM] Kay: Jeez. Uh. *She looks around for a moment before reluctantly setting her hands on top of her legs.* I don't know what to do with my hands, so. Mm. *Jess briefly looks like she's going to speak, but stops herself and takes a deep breath, then starts to roll her hips back and forth on top of Nat. In one moment she expels the entire breath and bites her lip, her whole torso tingling as the behemoth cock grinds forward, then backward, then forward again inside her. She's not riding yet, but that's still a lot of stimulation to process.* O-oh god. Mnnnf... [2:57:19 PM] Johnaya: "Yeah just, uh." Nat stops talking as Jesse places her hands on her legs. Since his one hand was still massaging her stomach, and his own shaft, the other reaches to cover one of the hands on her legs. The little shifting and grinding was making him gasp in pleasure, biting his lip as he watched her move. "Mmm. Really, really good so far. Still can't believe you took it all in one go." [4/13/2016 1:05:17 PM] Kay: Me neither. I mean, I can't believe it. L-look at it. *Her tummy is stretched farther as she grinds backwards, then it recedes when she shifts the other way. Her cock twitches and a single droplet of pre falls from it.* I could probably cum from this. B-but. Ah. You can start. Whenever. Fucking me. If you want? *She wants to give him the lead, but she's having difficulty speaking with her whole abdomen glowing in pleasure.* [1:33:56 PM | Edited 1:34:08 PM] Johnaya: Nat nods to Jesse and smiled, starting to gently rock his hips against her. Not full thrusts just yet but more to get a feel. Plus prepare her for when the movement actually starts. "Don't worry. I'll take it slow. I don't want to ruin your poor butt too quick." A small giggle came from Nat as he did start to thrust up gently, balls faintly whapping against her butt. It was only one inch or so pulls but he could still see the bulge grow and recede on her torso. Man that was always so hot to watch. [4:16:19 AM] Kay: H-honestly? Ruin me. *Feeling just a little humorous, she bites her lip again and inhales sharply through her teeth when there's suddenly movement. It almost makes her regret the statement, but surely Nat wouldn't take the comment to seriously. Those balls are so huge! She can't help but remember as she feels just a little bit of soft skin making contact with her ass at their relaxed, friendly pace. The thought of them going fast enough to make them flap upwards against her is intimidating but she can't focus on it when electric pleasure shocks are repeatedly flaring up in her asshole.* [11:16:47 AM] Johnaya: Nat was smart enough to know even if someone asked him to ruin him it was probably better not to unless they were absolutely sure. Given how Jesse was from him being just inside her having that monster slam into her would definitely not be pleasant. Well. Not fully pleasant at least. Still he does want to get this moving at least a little bit though he could stay inside Jesse for hours if given the chance. Lightly his hips start to buck up and down, balls gently sloshing against her rump. The one inch tugs soon became three inches and then nearly four, Nat keeping a close eye on Jesse to make sure she's okay. [3:46:22 AM] Kay: Ah. Ah! AH~ *Jesse makes a cute little moan every time he humps her, starting off real quiet. She has the powerful urge to start bouncing but with Nat controlling her hips she was forced to accept his pace. As he bobs her up and down her cock obviously bounces with her, flinging little droplets of sperm onto her partners chest every few seconds. Her fingers curl a little, but she resolves to not jack off and let herself get off anally. He's already grinding her prostate into submission.* Nng-good start! [2:07:23 PM] Johnaya: "Yeah. Still taking it like a champ by the way. Most people would have cum by now." A small smirk shows on Nat's face as he starts to move a bit harder now. Not too much though. Just a steady pace to get her ready for more dick later. By now though half a foot is being pushed in and out of her rump, Nat cooing gently. His balls continue to wobble and bounce against her butt, the occasional faint noise coming from them as he gets hornier. "God you look so hot, Jesse." [5:26:06 PM] Kay: Well I'm /really fucking close/ so. *As he speeds up just a little, she feels a soft jolt in her groin and croons blissfully.* A-actually, I'm...! *Before Jess can finish her sentence she arches her back and moans a little gruff-ly, followed by a girlish, porn star quality groan. While she's being noisy her dick twitches a little and starts to leak big dollops of cum on Nat's midriff. The anal orgasm mostly squeezes the cum out of her instead of shooting it, but the pulses of comfort and pleasure in her groin are just as good.* H-harder!~ [8:15:16 PM] Johnaya: Nat couldn't help but smile as Jesse started to cum just after finishing her sentence, hands holding her steady on his shaft. As she cries out for him to go harder her obliges, slowly pulling her up and down his shaft. The speed and force steadily increase until he's pulling a whole foot in and out of her. By now his balls were fully whapping against her butt, Nat panting gently. [5/10/2016 10:31:34 PM] Kay: Ah fuCK! *Jess continues to cum as she yells, Emptying the last bit of cum for now onto her partner.* Prostate gasms are so good.~ *She closes her eyes and basks in the feeling of Nate's dick, still grunting quietly every few seconds.* H-hey. *She cracks one eye open.* Th... think I should switch to bottom? It'd be easier. *Considering right now their method is Nat lifting her up and down off of his crotch, most other positions are probably easier.* [1:35:56 AM] Johnaya: "Great on my end too. Especially getting to watch." Nat licked his lips and moaned gently, grinding upwards against her. His hands squeezed her hips for a moment as he thrusted just a bit harder, slowing down after a few seconds. As she asked that he thought for a moment, looking her over and nodding. "If you think you can handle these smacking against you harder." For emphasis he smacked his hips upwards, clapping his balls against her rump with a small chuckle. [6:03:34 PM | Edited 6:03:46 PM] Kay: Ah-ha-hhahhnnn... *She bites her lip and looks back over her shoulder at his frankly ridiculous scrotum.* You kidding? That's what I /want/. *She arches her back and grinds a little bit while they're slowed down.* Want me to get off of you so I can get on my belly for doggy style or would you rather just flip me over and start pounding me on my back so you can see my face, big boy? Either way, you've got to take initiative. [10:26:43 PM] Johnaya: Nat gave a mock pout at Jesse as he started to move a bit. "Aw. Do I have to? Watching you bounce is great." A small giggle came from him as he moved his hands to hold tightly onto Jesse. A second or two later and he wiggled himself over to the edge of the bed, grunting as he picked himself up with her in his arms and cock in her ass. Not wanting to stop even while moving position his hips gently bucked forward as he carefully turned around and leaned Jesse onto the bed. His fat nuts rested against her ass as she was placed on her back, Nat grinning a bit at her as he started to thrust again, heavy testicles slapping against her. [2:18:19 AM] Kay: W-wuaaaa *She makes a small noise when he picks her up all of a sudden, bewildered at being picked up and not just flipped over. She thinks about suggesting they just stand and fuck if Nat's strong enough while she's making a bubbly bouncing noise from bouncing on his crotch while in his arms, but it's over too quick and then his cute face is above her and she stops thinking. Her arms lie to her side in that cute feminine "you have my body all to yourself" pose.* M-much better! Gimme everything you got! [3:04:35 PM] Johnaya: With his new position Nat gets to see Jesse's cute face as well, warmly smiling at her. Of course it felt a little bit awkward to him what with how much he was stuffing her. Blushing he can't help but look down at her distended belly and nod, starting to move his hips. He starts off slowly, mostly just grinding against her, but quickly picks up his pace. Eyes closed tight he bucks down into her, eventually pulling out an entire foot of cock before cramming it back inside. His balls noisily slap against her ass on every downward swing, Nat gasping and moaning gently, the weighty things sloshing and gurgling from all the motion. [3:34:25 PM] Kay: Yeass! *Jesse moans out like a porn actress and arches her back a little towards her partner. There's just so much cock in her, even when he pulls out, there's no way she could ever keep quiet. Grasping for anything to hold on to, she clenches handfuls of bedsheet in her hands.* You're so fucking big! I love it!~ *In the process of being demolished her ass clenches instinctually, although with how stretched she is only Nat could tell you if it was even making a difference.* [3:59:00 PM] Johnaya: "Mmm is it?" Nat gets a devious grin on his face as he starts to pound into her faster. All the additional stimulation causes his shaft to swell up and start twitching, balls slowly swelling as well. He leans down to get right next to her face, panting gently, hands holding tight to her hips to help him thrust. "What if I told you I was still sporting a semi?" The grin still stays on his face as he leans in to kiss her, starting to move faster and harder. As he pulls back from her mouth he can't help but giggle. "Kidding." And then he goes right back to kissing her. [5:00:47 PM] Kay: I'd be... mmph, more insulted than scared. Implying I'm not hot enough, honestly! *He kisses her right as she finishes speaking and right as he picks up the pace, making her press their chests together when she squirms in ecstasy. Nat would feel the bulge he's giving her rub across his skin. Speaking of, Jessica's whole body is tingling, like tiny little painless pinpricks across her skin, nearly matching the intensity of just how much her ass feels aglow from hard fucking.* Mmmmahh~ *She breaks their kiss and struggles to speak.* Wh-what if I said... I need you to, aghgg, fffuck me HARder?... /Not/ kidding.~ [5:12:46 PM | Edited 5:16:07 PM] Johnaya: Nat pulls back and pants gently, chuckling down at her. "Well good to know who to call if I get another growth spurt." Feeling her belly and chest bulge out with his monstrous length was actually pretty hot, if a bit disconcerting. In a good way at least. Feeling her energetic kisses was delightful too, especially with the occasional pant or moan coming from her. Hearing her beg him to fuck her harder just makes him nod and grab her hips tighter. "Then I would definitely fuck you harder.~" After he said that he grunted as his hips started to buck harder and faster. His balls loudly whapped against her ass and was no doubt tinging it a bit red from the speed and how often they were smacking against it. Not that Nat seemed to pay it any mind, too busy slamming into Jesse. "H-how's that?" [10:06:54 PM | Edited 10:07:01 PM] Kay: AaaHNNG, p-p-perFECT~ *Jesse's head slowly tilts back as her mouth holds completely open to let her verbal bliss fill the room. She moves her legs upward and around Nat's back so they don't get chafed from rubbing his hips while he fucks her. With him taking his rightful free reign on her tight hole and the delightful sting of being spanked by his cum tank, she climaxes again pretty quickly, prostate orgasm milking yet more cum out of her, this time onto her own stomach.* [10:43:39 PM] Johnaya: With everything at a steady if frenetic rhythm Nat can just focus on all the pleasure that was happening right now. Namely Jesse's tight ass wrapped around his shaft and pressing against his balls. Small moans and groans come from him as he drives his shaft into her, licking his lips as he looks down at her face. "G-glad to hear that. Another question for, ahn, soon. Where do you want me to blow my load?" Nat's shaft swelled up briefly inside of her as he said that, balls lifting up before sagging back down. "I c-can, hnn, hold out for as long as you need me to though so, mmm, don't worry too much." [10:10:24 PM] Kay: A-aah-h, j-just... cum inside! *She's thinking too little to give half of a shit about that, and not giving it another thought once answered. How could she be bothered when she's got a cock bigger than her damn thigh pounding her into oblivion. Rubbing and grinding her insides like a slick, tight tube, and pushing so deep he presses against her tummy with every thrust. It's not worth interrupting the bliss to /think/. Especially since she's still cumming, still moaning and mewling in delight.* [5:30:54 PM] Johnaya: "O-okay. That's, fuck, probably coming sooner than I th-thought." He smiles down at her and groans heavily, his nuts hefting up off her ass again. With a quick motion he hilts himself inside of her and leans down, kissing her on the lips again. It would be hard not to notice his cock get even harder and his urethra bulge out immensely. A second later and he'd start firing thick streams into her, each one lasting seconds at a time. He pulled back from her face slowly as he continued to shoot into her, moaning and rubbing his thighs, balls clenching against her ass. It only took three or four shots before her belly started to swell from his output, Nat panting gently as he looked down at her. "Th-this is just the start by the way. I've, hnng, barely started cumming yet." [11:12:24 AM] Kay: *When he slams into her she makes a cute squeak and then starts to interpret it as a moment where she could get a breather, but suddenly her gut is VERY warm and she takes in a sharp breath as her eyelids flutter.* O-oh god. That's hot. *The heat blossoming within her is quickly accompanied by a feeling of fullness and her head shoots forward so she can catch her gut ballooning out slowly but steadily.* Oh god! That's... also really hot! *She bites her lip and simply watches, quickly looking pretty pregnant, which is a big kink for her.* G-good, keep going! [11:22:20 AM | Edited 11:27:51 AM] Johnaya: Nat just pants gently and nods down at her, holding gingerly onto her legs. He wasn't entirely sure if she meant keep fucking her but he was definitely coherent enough to do so. With a deep breath he starts to buck back and forth inside of her once more, each downward thrust accompanied by another rope of jizz firing into her. It didn't take very long before the partially pregnant look turned to full pregnant, Jesse's belly continued to swell and slosh from Nat's movements. Of course given their position he does need to slide back a bit so he's not laying against her belly anymore, not wanting to put even more pressure on her. "Y-yeah. The, mmm, best part of having these balls. Seeing cute people like, ahn, you with huge bellies." [6/8/2016 11:52:44 AM] Kay: A-ah that's not-! *She moans loudly in the middle of her sentence and leans her head back in bliss as she has her third anal orgasm, leaking cum all over her now massive belly. One of her hands shoots to her crotch at lightning speed and she starts to jack it like her life depends on it. Her other hand just settles on the side of her tummy and squishes it in her grip, making her groan even girlier and louder. She's too heavy and overstimulated to work her legs in the way it would take to help grind against him, or she would be.* Fuck, fuck, nnnGGH!~ [12:52:49 AM] Johnaya: It was hard to suppress the grin forming on his face as he continued to thrust into Jesse's rump, feeling his balls tense and wobble. Not to mention her stomach as well which had now definitely passed pregnant and now looked halfway to something like a double pregnancy. "That's also great too." To help her along with her orgasm he takes a deep breath and starts to buck against her even harder than before. Of course he had to be careful to not overexert himself. "I'm, mmm, guessing you meant keep cumming right? Because I'm definitely not gonna stop until you want me to. Or, ahn, my balls are dry. Whichever is first." [12:42:23 PM] Kay: *For the most part she just keeps moaning, having a bit of a hard time. Once her orgasm passes though, both hands squish into her tummy and she finds the cognitive ability to speak again.* Oh god, it's too much! *Her expression is nothing but pure shock as she looks at her enormous gut, then her date's face.* Y-y-aannnmmg, you can keep going? *Her question is a little redundant due to the fact that she's still swelling out in her own hands.* ... G-go big or go home I guess! *Despite having probably spent all of her cum, she's still rock hard, and her face is unbelievably red. This must really be doing it for her.* [6:12:15 PM] Johnaya: Nat looked worried with how Jesse looked and nearly managed to pull out when she said it was too much. He'd gotten halfway out when she exclaimed again, Nat just looking down at her. "Uh, yeah pretty much. I, hnng, had to learn to control cumming so I, ahn, didn't end up coating everything in jizz. Or filling dates too much." With his date mostly stationary from her now obscenely sized belly Nat can't help but reach up to rub at it, humming as it swells against his hands. "Just give a shout when you want my balls to let up.~" And with that he started thrusting inside of her once more, panting gently. [1:06:35 PM] Kay: J-just give me all you got, stud! I'm trapped anyways! *Her breathing is heavy, and she's partially in shock from being inflated like a beach ball. In fact, at least as much as a beach ball at this point. With this much in her she starts to lose some of the squish as her skin gets taut instead, meaning she might be approaching her limit. In fact, only a few moments after she says that her eyes go wide and she clamps her mouth shut, her cheeks ballooning out. A second later she gives up and  cum literally bubbles out of her mouth as she opens it, simultaneous with some of the viscous spooge squelching out of her asshole despite Nate's shaft.* [9:57:07 PM] Johnaya: It was hard not to get driven on by how excited and enthusiastic she sounded even though Nat should've known better, still happily slamming away at her rump. Each thrust send her belly wobbling and sloshing in tandem with his balls, small moans escaping his lips. Speaking of escaping lips it wasn't very difficult to hear the burbles of cum gushing from Jess' mouth and that was the cue that he should probably stop. After a little bit more of course. His bucking gets more erratic for the next minute or so before he yanks his cock out and jerks it frantically, shooting a few massive ropes onto the immense gut before him which was enough to nearly cover it fully. With heavy breaths he moves around to his date's front, cock still hard, to see what had happened, having already noticed how much spunk was leaking from her butt and onto the floor. That was gonna be a pain to clean. [1:41:47 PM] Kay: *Jessica seems to have gone a little dumb while Nat continued to ravage her despite her entire body being full to the brim with cum. Her eyes are half lidded and she looks oddly complacent, not displeased in any way. She did manage to finally swallow all of the cum down again, but everything below her nose was already drenched in nut butter. When Nat finally pulls out of her she inhales sharply, then gasps at the rush of hot cum and cool air. Her hole doesn't even pretend to try to close, gaped just as wide as Nat's cock has stretched it out to be even after removal. Feeling it with one of her hands, she groans and flutters her eyelids.* W-wow... You fucking ruined me~ [3:56:33 PM] Johnaya: Hearing her actually say that had Nat blushing heavily and smiling at her, rubbing his head with one hand while the other rubbed at his balls. "Uh, yeah. Looks like." Standing there for a few moments, just taking in it all, he realizes he should say something more. "You mean that in a good way I imagine right? Because I haven't let go like this in a long time." He gestures down to his balls and still twitching shaft, said balls having shrunk though maybe not as much as they should have all things considered. Not that Nat seemed to mind, still idly stroking his cock as he slipped onto the bed next to Jesse. Which given the position he takes, due to her belly taking up most of the laying room, it ends up putting his cock and balls right in her face. [4:02:19 PM] Kay: *Jess lazily starts to lap at the base of her partner's cock, still looking very tired, and a little waterlogged. Or cumlogged, probably.* Y-yeah. I feel amazing. Mmngh, but. You're gonna have to take responsibility for me, yeah? *She pats the side of her belly and without jiggling it wobbles side to side for a few seconds.* I can't go back to normal cocks you know. And my belly's gonna keep me here for... *She gulps down a mouthful of cum she gathered up with her tongue.* Quite a while.~ You better keep me entertained. *One hand grasps a teste without warning, giving it a loving squeeze, while her lips plant themselves on his shaft.* [4:36:39 PM | Edited 4:36:58 PM] Johnaya: "Mmm. Of course. I wouldn't dream about leaving you here without anything to do. Or anyone to do." Nat groans heavily as she starts to suckle on his shaft and fondle his balls, biting his bottom lip. A few ropes of left over cum spurt from his tip onto the other side of the bed along with some fresh cum from her squeezing. At least he knew how to get cum stains out fairly easy. That or he just didn't care about them. Ignoring that for the moment his eyes travel back to her swollen belly, shaft twitching as he watched it wobble. Turning back to her he gets a smile on his face and chuckles a bit, wiping some of the cum off her cheek. "So. How is or was your meal? Feel like dining with me again?"