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[abgemeldet]

I'm a little late…(but as the saying goes: better late than never.) but happy 10th anniversary Atel and Adrian 😭❤

Since I realized that these two existed over 10 years now, it was a really good reason to finally draw them again 😭🥹 Adrian and Atel (plus her companion the souleater creature Motsch) are my absolute favorite OC's I have ever created and i still love them so much…

(with @doodlesdreaming 's OC Theo as a special guest ❤ I wanted to draw him before and now I took the chance to put him together with Atel and Motsch 🥰 ) Now down below comes some emotional shit, because it's 10th anniversary, so if you're not interested just ignore it 🤡👋 --

In September 2014 I had a dream and from this dream so many characters and a long story and adventure emerged, including Atel and Adrian. (Although Adrian didn't have a name at the time and Atel always just called him 'Monkey'…it's...a .. long story…she still call him that...) and my goal up until now has been…to one day make a game out of it all…not a manga or a book but a game, which will probably never happen, but still that is my goal one day. The two of them have accompanied me on many emotional paths over the years, and I even developed the same obsession with them as I now have with Demibino. It annoys me so much that I forgot about 10th anniversary of them that i even cried. (even now I cry about it..)

I drew them both for myself from time to time but never uploaded it…and now I have redraws of the first picture I drew of them and holy cheesus…THE DIFFERENCE!!!! (WHATS A NOSE 2014ME!?!)

of all my OC's I will love these two forever…and you can see how much I love them because I have fucking pictures of them hanging on my wall, from people who drew them for me (one of them are a Commission but everything else was completly random bc the poeple liked them(and i still remember they got a ship Name…Adriel 😂))

...every time I look at it, it makes me happy...so if you want to make me happy…I WILL HANG IT ON MY WALL!! 😂😂🙏❤ (One picture is missing…and I can no longer access to it because the phone where is it on is broken….it was a birthday present...) And now to go one step further to show my love…I even cosplayed Atel (the old version of her).

My sister make the Cosplay for me AND I WILL COSPLAY HER AGAIN SOMEDAY!!! <3

I could write so much more…but I keep starting to cry (also because I am very emotional at the moment), so I'll end it here. Thank you if you have read / seen it this far ♥

[mysticalmallard]

Flower Crowns

🦆: Finally finished I really hope you guys enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it

Pairing: Happy Lowman x OC (Katherine Morrow)

Warnings: A few swear words nothing else I think let me know.

Word count: 4,203

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Happy, standing amongst the other bikers of the club, surveyed the event with curiosity. As he looked at the various activities set up for the children, he spotted a flower crown making booth led by a young woman. She was helping the children make their own crowns, while teaching them about flowers in the garden. Her soft and nurturing nature seemed to draw all the children to her, her delicate features and light brown wavy hair adding an air of gentleness to her presence.

Intrigued, Happy couldn't help but take note of her. He had heard of her from the other members of the club, knowing she was the daughter of the club's president and sister to the VP. Her reputation for kindness and gentleness, contrasting with the rough and tough world of the Sons of Anarchy.

Unable to look away, he continued to observe her. He noticed the way she smiled softly at the children as they crafted their flower crowns. Her delicate hands gently guided them to weave the stems. There was a certain purity in her actions, a innocence that seemed untouched by the darkness of the club.

Sensing someone approaching behind him, Happy spoke without looking. Back.

"Shouldn't you be at your booth Bobby? Gemma will castrate you if u bail on another event brother"

"I'm on a break man get off my balls" Bobby replies

Happy chuckled as he turned to face Bobby, a smirk on his face. He crossed his arms over his chest as he replied

"A break, huh? More like avoiding responsibility as usual."

He teased Bobby, knowing all too well that he had a fondness for shrugging off his duties whenever he could.

Bobby rolled his eyes but couldn't help but grin. He knew that Happy was right, he had a reputation for avoiding work whenever possible.

"Hey, I'm entitled to a break every now and then, brother. Can't be on duty 24/7." He retorted.

Happy let out a smirk, enjoying the playful banter with his brother. He shook his head in amusement, knowing all too well that Bobby's excuse was as weak as his excuse to skip out on church.

"Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that, Bro. We both know you'd rather spend your time chasing women than doing your job."

Bobby feigned offense at Happy's comment, his hand going to his chest in mock hurt. He was well known for his love life.

"Hey, man, I'm just a man with...certain needs. Can't blame a guy for having some fun, can you?" He replied, a sly grin on his face.

Happy gave a hearty chuckle, finding amusement in Bobby's feeble attempts to defend himself. He knew all too well that Bobby had a wandering eye and a reputation for being a ladies' man.

"Yeah, just keep telling yourself it's all about your 'needs'. We all know you're just looking for the next woman willing to keep you warm at night."

Bobby let out a mock gasp, pretending to be offended but unable to keep the smile off his face.

"Hey, I'll have you know that I'm a romantic, brother. Not my fault these women just can't handle all of this" gesturing to himself.

Just then Gemma approaches "Hey Bobby Elvis!! There are kids wanting to take photos with you get your butt back to your booth or my boot is going up your ass"

Bobby chuckled and held up his hands defensively.

"Okay, okay, I'm going. Jeez, Gem, I was on my break!" He jokingly protested but knew better than to argue with Gemma. He shot another playful glance at Happy before heading back to his booth.

Happy snickered as he watched Bobby leave, amused by the way Gemma could always crack the whip. He had always admired her no-nonsense attitude and the way she kept the club in check.

"Hey Hap, have you seen the prospect around?? Katherine needs some more flowers from the van, but she can't leave the booth, and I ain't carrying them boxes in this heat"

Happy raised an eyebrow at the mention of Katherine's name. He had yet to have the chance to meet her properly.

"No, I ain't seen him for a while Gem"

"Clay better not have sent Half Sack off somewhere I need him later to tidy up.... You wouldn't mind getting them, would you?"

Happy shrugged and nodded. He wasn't about to decline a chance to get closer to the source of his curiosity.

"No problem, I can grab 'em for you. Where's the van parked?"

"Great, it's just round the back, its the only one that says florist on it you cant miss it" Gemma says, handing him the keys. "And don't drop any of them. Katherine wants them all looking perfect for the kids" she adds heading back in the direction of her chilli booth.

Happy took the keys from Gemma with a sharp nod, knowing better than to upset Gemma.

"No worries, Gem. I'll handle 'em with care."

He reassured her as he headed towards the back to find the van.

As Happy approached the van, his eyes scanned the area, taking note of any potential threats. The club's security was always on high alert, especially during events like these. Satisfied that there was nothing out of the ordinary, he unlocked the van and climbed inside.

He rummaged through the back, looking for the boxes of flowers that Gemma had mentioned. Finally, he spotted them, carefully stacked among various gardening supplies. He hoisted the boxes with ease, their weight insignificant to his muscular frame.

With the boxes in his arms, he closed the van door and started making his way back towards the community centre. As he walked, he couldn't help but think about the woman he was about to meet. When he had heard about Katherine from Gemma and the others, she was always described as kind and soft-hearted. It was refreshing to hear about someone untouched by the club's violent nature and he was curious to what she was like.

As he turned the corner, he caught his first glimpse of her working at the flower crown booth, her delicate features focused on the task at hand. His steps quickened as he approached her.

His heavy steps caught Katherine's attention, and she turned breaking out in a greatful smile, ready to thank whoever her mother managed to rope into helping.

When she locked eyes with Happy he got distracted. So distracted he stopped looking where he was stepping and didn't see the curb...

"MOTHERFUCKER!!!" Happy shouted as he lost his footing falling forward landing on the boxes crushing all the flowers stacked neatly inside. Definitely not the ideal first impression he wanted to make.

Katherine gasped as she watched Happy stumble and crash into the boxes of flowers, the colorful petals scattering everywhere like a colorful explosion. She quickly rushed over to him, concern etched on her face.

"Oh my goodness, are you okay?!"

She knelt down beside him, worry in her eyes as she looked over his condition. Her attention briefly shifted to the ruined boxes and the crushed flowers, but her main priority was making sure he was alright.

Happy grunted, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration as he sat up, nursing a slight bruise from the fall. He looked at the mess of flowers around him, a hint of guilt on his face.

"Ah, shit..." he muttered. "Gemma's gonna kill me for this."

The surrounding bikers couldn't help but burst out laughing at the scene. Seeing big, tough Happy fumble like that was not something they saw every day. Tig, Chibs, Juice, and Opie approached, all wearing grins on their faces.

"Dude, that was graceful." Tig snickered, teasing Happy like any good friend would.

Chibs chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Yeah, really graceful, mate. Smooth as silk."

Juice just shrugged, trying to suppress his own laughter while Opie smirked, clearly enjoying the moment.

Happy shot daggers at his brothers, clearly not amused by their teasing. He pushed himself up, dusted off his jeans, and tried to salvage what little dignity he had left.

He looked back at Katherine, who was still looking at him with a mix of concern and amusement in her eyes. He could tell that she wasn't judging him, but still, he felt embarrassed at his clumsy entrance.

"Uh shit, sorry about that," he muttered vaguely gesturing to the boxes.

"it's okay, it was just an accident. I'm sure some are still salvageable, and if not, I can just turn them into potpourri" Katherine replies kindly

Her soft voice and gentle smile helped to ease his embarrassment a bit. He shot another glare at his club mates, who were still chuckling in the background, before turning back to her.

"Yeah, sorry about making such a mess... I, uh..." he trailed off, not sure what else to say.

"Hey miss, can you help me? I can't get this daisy to stick on." One of the little girls from the booth called over.

"Sure sweetheart i'll be there in a minute ive just gotta tidy something up first" Katherine called back starting to collect the scattered flowers into one of the less damaged box.

Happy watched as the little girl asked for help, and seeing Katherine starting to gather the scattered flowers into one of the less damaged boxes.

He stepped forward, feeling the need to help after causing such a mess. Happy moved with a surprising gentleness as he collected the delicate petals.

The others also joined in, their rough exterior contradicting their careful handling of the flowers. Opie helped separate the still-intact plants from the damaged ones, while Tig and Chibs gathered the more salvageable blossoms.

Soon, the mess was cleared, and the club members stood around the now semi-organized boxes of flowers, looking a bit out of their element in the flower-filled environment.

Katherine's giggle caught Happys attention he noticed it was directed at him.

"What are you laughing at girl?" He gruffly asked.

"Sorry its just...erm..here let me just..." She reaches over and plucks a bright yellow daisy which somehow latched onto one of his patches.

Happy froze, his rough exterior cracking for a moment as he watched Katherine reach over and pluck the daisy from his patch. He hadn't even realized it had landed there, blending almost perfectly with his dark clothing.

"Uh, thanks," he mumbled, feeling a bit embarrassed at the unexpected move. "I'm not exactly the flower type, you know."

"Well I better head back to my booth before the kids start a revolt." Katherine says starting to reach for some of the boxes but the guys step in picking them up first Happy a little quicker than the others.

"Aye lead the way love well offer back up if the little shits decide to act up" Chibs heartily stated.

Katherine smiled gratefully as the Sons picked up the boxes, led by Happy. They followed her back to the flower crown booth, their presence overshadowing the delicate and peaceful atmosphere.

When they arrived, the children looked up in awe at the intimidating bikers carrying colorful boxes of flowers. Some looked a bit intimidated, but others seemed excited to have the tough bikers join the activity.

One little girl hands Opie her crown "can u fix this for me please? It keeps falling apart"

"Erm I don't know but I can try..."

"Thankyou" the girl answers cheerily

Eventually all the members start helping making the crowns some enjoying it not that they would ever admit it though

Happy chuckled as he observed the club members struggling with the flower crowns. It was a sight to see them, these tough bikers usually found in a bar or boxing ring, now carefully weaving daisies and baby's breath into delicate works of art. Opie in particular looked like he was enjoying himself way too much, while Chibs kept grumbling about "girly crap".

None of them noticed some of the parent approaching worriedly seeing their little kids surrounded by the bikers. They were fine with them being around but they didn't like the idea of them being around their kids.

As the parents started approaching, concern etched on their faces, Happy caught sight of them. He knew what they were thinking, that he and the other bikers were a threat to the little ones. Even though they were very wrong, all of them would jump in front of bullets for any kid, but he understood the club has brought alot of trouble to Charming.

The atmosphere changed as the parents started to pull their kids away. Happy felt a pang of frustration, knowing that their reputation was working against them. He looked over at Katherine, noticing her crestfallen expression as the booth once filled with laughter and joy was now deserted.

The other members also noticed the parents' reaction, their faces falling as the children were being taken away. They all knew how they appeared to outsiders, with their tattoos, rugged appearance, and overall intimidating aura. It stung a bit, but they were used to it.

Chibs approached Katherine, trying to offer some solace.

"Hey, don't worry about it, sweetheart. They're just scared of what they don't understand."

"Yeah, believe me, I know being the daughter to the scary biker gang president. I'm used to it, dont worry," she replies, trying to sound indifferent, but everyone at the table hears the sadness hidden in her words.

The guys exchanged glances, understanding the underlying pain in her voice. They knew all too well that their lifestyle had consequences, and in this case, it was affecting the daughter of their president.

Happy clenched his jaw, feeling a mix of frustration and guilt. He looked at Katherine, her dejected expression tugging at his heart.

After a long pause Katherine clears her thoat and speaks up "...would you guys mind helping me tidy up may as well start packing up now"

The guys started to slowly pack away the booth she spent days preparing and planning for the kids

"Hey er what's this flower called again?" Juice asked picking up the closest flower to him trying to distract her

Katherine looked up from packing away some supplies and observed Juice holding the flower. She chuckled, appreciative of his attempt to distract her.

"That's a snapdragon," she replied with a small smile. "It's known for its unique shape that resembles a dragon's head. You see, the flower opens and closes its mouth as it dries." she replies a spark of joy returning to her eyes talking about her favourite subject.

"Really?..huh cool. Does it have a meaning like the different roses do?" Juice asked inspecting the plant closer.

Katherine nodded, appreciating his interest. "Yes, it does. Snapdragons represent grace, strength, and resilience. They are often used to signify hidden feelings and can be given to someone as a way of saying "I'll try to understand your unspoken thoughts and desires."

"Really this wee flower says all that?" Chibbs adds catching onto Juice's idea.

Katherine giggles, nodding her head in affirmation "Yes, it does. Each flower has its own language, so to speak, like a secret code that florists use to convey emotions and messages. Snapdragons, with their unique shape and symbolic meaning, are one of my personal favourites."

Happy listened in, finding himself actually interested in the conversation. He knew about the language of flowers to some extent, but listening to Katherine talk about it with such passion and knowledge was captivating. He found himself admiring her even more, impressed by her unexpected depth.

The Sons finished packing away the last of the booth's items, the once vibrant display now packed into neat boxes. Though he wasn't one for sentimentality, Happy couldn't help but feel a bit sad that all her work had been for nothing. He caught Katherine looking at the now empty space, holding onto one of the crowns a kid left behind, her eyes filled with a mixture of resignation and disappointment.

He stepped closer to Katherine, feeling the need to say something, anything to lift her spirits.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I am sure those kids had fun while it lasted." He tried to sound casual, but his gruff voice betrayed a hint of concern for her well-being. His eyes caught sight of the flower crown she held, and he added "At least got that as a memento, right?"

"Yeah..I guess but they were made to be worn...and this one got left"

Happy nodded slowly, understanding her point. The flower crowns were supposed to be worn with joy, not left behind like discarded toys.

He paused, thinking for a moment, then an idea came to him. With a sly grin, he extended his hand out to her.

"Here, give it to me."

Katherine eyed him with curiosity but handed over the flower crown, wondering what he was planning. She watched as he took it in his hands, his rough fingers gently holding the delicate petals. He placed the crown on his head, a comical sight that contradicted his intimidating appearance.

"flowers suit you" she giggled

"Hey no fair I want one I thought they were just for the kids" Tig whines. "Here give it to me it will suit me better it's wasted on you" Tig goes to reach for the crown.

Happy swats Tig's hand away, a smirk on his face.

"Back off, man. I look good in it."

He retorted, adjusting the flower crown on his head, enjoying the ridiculousness of the situation. The other members snickered at the sight.

Clay and Gemma approach, only to find Happy and Tig locked in a comical struggle over a flower crown. Their faces were caught somewhere between disbelief, amusement, and annoyance.

The other members tried to hold back their laughter, but the sight of their tough as nails friends bickering over a flower crown was too much. A chorus of snickers and chuckles echoed around them.

"Hey don't break it...Tiggy I can make your own one what ever colors you want there is no need to fight over it" Kathrine says in-between laughter

Happy and Tig were broken out of their bickering by Katherine's offer. They both turned to her sheepishly, embarrassed by their childish behaviour. Tig scratched the back of his neck, trying to act nonchalant.

"Uh yeah, okay fine." He grumbled, secretly relieved to get his own flower crown.

"Oh I want one too with lots of yellow" juice chimes in.

"Well hell I'll have one" Chibbs adds "you got any blue and white ones left??" He asks opening the boxes looking for the flowers he wants.

"You want them now?" Kathrine asks thinking they weren't being serious

"Well yeah...wouldn't want these flowers to go to waste" Tig says nonchalantly

Katherine laughs at the unexpected turnaround, still wrapping her head around the fact that tough bikers were now requesting flower crowns like giddy schoolchildren.

"Alright, alright, I'll make all of you a flower crown," she agrees, unable to suppress her amusement.

Happy stands there, flower crown still perched on his head, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement on his face. The other club members, meanwhile, eagerly wait for their crowns to be made.

They all sat in the grass watching her weave the flowers and listing off all their meanings Opie left and returned with his kids and Donna, who looked on with a mix of curiosity and surprise at the scene unfolding. Opie, ever the peacemaker, felt that this was an opportunity to show Donna and the kids a different side of the club.

Katherine continued weaving the flower crowns, listening to the bikers' requests for different colors and flowers.

Soon they all wore crowns except her even her Dad took one after hearing about her booth being deserted.

Happy was sat on the edge of the group, awkwardly attempting to weave the flowers together. His large fingers were far from delicate, and the petals kept slipping from his grasp. He muttered curses under his breath as his attempts looked more like a tangled mess rather than a flower crown he wanted to make for her as she was kind enough to make ones for all of them but he could give her this it looked like shit compared to her ones.

The other members glanced over at him from time to time, enjoying the sight of happy struggling with the flower crown. they whispered and chuckled amongst themselves at the sight of their friend, known for being rough around the edges, attempting to make something so fragile.

Happy grumbled at the snickers and comments coming from the other members, his face growing slightly red with embarrassment. He knew he looked silly, trying to make a flower crown when his hands were better suited to wielding a wrench or a gun. Still, he persisted, determined to create something somewhat presentable for her.

Though he was trying his best the result was somewhat pathetic the flowers were clumsily woven together, the petals sticking out in strange directions. He looked at the other members' crowns, neatly woven and vibrant, then down at his messy attempt. He knew it was nothing compared to her artistry, but it was the best he could do given his limited skills.

Finally, he finished tying the messy crown together. It looked a bit lopsided and rough around the edges, but he was oddly proud of himself. As he looked up at the others, he braced himself for the playful banter and mockery that was sure to come.

Happy muttered to himself, trying to rationalize his actions. he told himself he was only doing this to make up for ruining her flower booth, nothing more. He clenched the flower crown in his hands, feeling foolish and out of place surrounded by colorful petals and laughter.

He looked over at her, seeing her chatting and laughing with the other club members as she continued making the flower crowns. The sight stirred something in him he couldn't quite understand. he couldn't deny the pang of guilt he felt seeing her joyous expression, knowing that he played a part in ruining her day.

Well it's now or never he wasn't sure how to go about giving her his attempt at a flower crown, he's never given none before so isn't sure what to do so decides to just reach over from behind her and place it on her head.

Happy swallowed, taking a deep breath as he mustered up his courage. He reached out from behind, gently placing the flower crown on her head. He held his breath, waiting anxiously for her reaction, hoping she wouldn't laugh at his pathetic attempt.

She turned her head, surprised to feel the weight of the flowers being placed on her head. She looked back at him with a mixture of surprise and amusement, a soft smile on her lips. She could tell he was feeling a bit embarrassed, and reached up to adjust the flower crown, feeling the soft petals against her finger tips.

Happy watched her touch the flower crown he made, noticing the way she gently adjusted the messy petals into place. He scratched the back of his neck nervously, waiting for her to say something, anything. But all she did was smile at him, her eyes sparkling with an emotion he couldn't quite place.

The other Sons chuckled at the scene in front of them, unable to resist teasing Happy about his sudden burst of chivalry. Tig whistled approvingly, while Opie and Chibbs exchanged knowing glances.

Happy shot a glare at his fellow Sons, silently warning them not to say anything. He knew they were itching to tease him about his flower crown gift, but he wasn't in the mood for their jokes. He focused his attention back on her, watching her admiring the flower crown he made, hoping she didn't find it too pathetic.

She caught him watching her, and turned to face him fully. Her eyes met his, and she smiled, a genuine smile that made her eyes sparkle and dimple her cheeks. She looked down at the flower crown, feeling the messy petals against her skin, then looked back up at him, her eyes softened, and said softly

"Thank you, its beautiful." Sensing his awkwardness about it she decided to leave it at that and turned back joining in on the conversation again.

Happy's heart skipped a beat at her words. He hadn't expected such a genuine thank you, especially since the flower crown he made looked far from perfect. He nodded stiffly, his usual gruff demeanor replaced by a sense of vulnerability.

He sat back down next to Chibs, trying to hide his relief and elation over her kind words. The other Sons couldn't hide their amusement, but for once they refrained from their usual jokes and instead gave him approving grins.

The evening carried on, and Happy found himself stealing glances at her from time to time, seeing her interacting with the other club members, her smiles and laughter lighting up the gathering. He felt an unfamiliar pang in his chest, a mix of pride and protectiveness seeing her fitting in with them, even if she was surrounded by rough-around- the-edge bikers.

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into the beat of the night (ch 8) "deeper and deeper"

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pairing: frankie morales/oc!river price (they/them) rating: E (18+) content: pegging, unprotected (fake) p in a, fingering, use of plugs, lots of lube, male masturbation, one (1) handjob, (brief) oral (m receiving), D/s dynamics, dom!river, sub!frankie, petnames (baby, good boy, honey, etc), aftercare, if i missed anything else lmk! word count: 5.7k dividers by @saradika-graphics beta: @scenaaario (ily ♥)

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It’s 9pm and the sound of Phil Collins’ voice is just loud enough for Frankie to hear in the mostly-empty grocery store. It sort of drove him nuts because he liked this song, but it wasn’t loud enough for him to truly appreciate it.

He ignored it in favor of looking over the list of things River asked him to get.

– cat litter

– jonsey’s food

– long grain rice

– tea

pick up a snack for yourself, too, handsome!  ♥

He smiled at River’s handwriting and thought back to the first time he saw it. He still has that note that reads “Text me?”  hidden away somewhere. 

Things have been… really good lately. Despite the Event at the mall, and what transpired afterwards, Frankie and River have been really comfortable. River’s even taken to working out more to get their mind off of things. Frankie’s been reaping the benefits, and he’s having a hell of a time keeping his hands off their newly defined physique. Not that River is complaining, of course.

The only problem is that Frankie’s been craving something… specific. And River isn’t exactly… equipped for what he wants.

Standing in the middle of the aisle of cat food, with Genesis playing faintly somewhere behind him, Frankie stared at the different cans all promising to have different health benefits for your furry friend. He doesn’t know how long he’s been zoned out, thinking about a dick in his ass, until someone, probably the only other customer in the store, sped by him with their cart and startled him out of his thoughts.

Frankie cleared his throat, cheeks flushed, and looked back at River’s list. He double checked the correct brand of food and tossed a few cans into his shopping basket. He tried to shake himself off as he walked further down the aisle to get some litter, as well.

When he made it to the self-checkout, he rang up his items as quickly as he could. The bored teenager keeping watch of the registers barely realized he was there until the rhythmic beeping started. While the ancient self-checkout system crawled to the payment screen, his eyes drifted to the magazines next to him. His eyes landed on a celebrity he can’t remember the name of right now and felt a flush creep up his neck.

The man was gorgeous, an actor he thinks, with chiseled features and a thick beard. He sighed and shut his eyes briefly. The register finally beeped and he snatched his receipt from the printer, grabbing his bags and quickly left the store.

The entire drive back to River’s apartment he tried to calm his dick down.

He’s very happy in his relationship. Very secure. He loves River, and doesn’t want anyone else in his life.

But god dammit, he wants someone inside him.

Jonsey chirped below him as he boiled some noodles on River’s stovetop. He looked down and smiled, the fluffy cat rubbing his body against Frankie’s pajama-covered leg. “Hey,” he cooed quietly, crouching down to scritch at Jonsey’s face. Jonsey purred happily and got comfy on the kitchen floor behind him.

Frankie snorted and turned back to his noodles boiling in the pot. River was hanging out with a few friends at The Night Owl tonight. Frankie wanted them to go have fun with their friends because they deserved it. They’d been going through a lot and deserved to get their mind off things.

His phone lit up on the counter next to him, the sight of River sticking their pierced tongue out at him making him smile. He set his chopsticks down and rinsed his hands before picking up his phone

made it! anya hasn’t shut up about benny once, pls help 😩

Frankie laughed and started typing back.

Change the subject ?

i wish. ray has been flirting with everyone he talks to. says he’s looking for “the one” lol

Ray was another close friend of River’s. He was tall, had dark skin, and short cropped hair. Frankie saw three dots, and then a selfie of the three of them smiling with their drinks appeared.

Frankie’s face softened at how happy River looked with their friends. He exhaled a heavy breath, feeling a little bad for his earlier thoughts. Ever since She Who Shall Not Be Named showed up, every time they’ve gotten intimate, Frankie’s been putting all his focus on River and their needs.

He’s more than happy to do so, that’s not the problem.

He’s just got an itch that needs scratching.

He set his phone down so he could stop his noodles from burning and drained out the water. Once he was sitting back on the couch, his bowl of ramen in his lap, and Jonsey napping on the couch next to him, he started typing back to River.

He’ll find them, I’m sure. Now, go have fun, ok ?

yes sir :p love you

Frankie smiled like a fucking dork at his phone and quickly typed up a response.

Love you too, mi rio 😍

Ever since River “accidentally” let that slip, they’ve been saying it more and Frankie got butterflies every time. He’d never gotten that way with Jackson. At least, not to this level, anyway.

It didn't take long for Frankie to finish up his dinner and clean up his dishes, so he grabbed his laptop from his bag. Jonsey was passed out on the couch, curled up in a weird position, and it made Frankie snort at the sight.

With Jonsey’s food set for the night, Frankie made his way into River’s bedroom and got comfy. Stripped down to his boxer briefs, he started typing in the name for his favorite porn site for this particular craving he’d been having: Love Bites. It was the only site that had his favorite actor, this gruff guy that always played construction workers or plumbers. It was a cliche, but it worked for him.

Seeing that a new video was posted for him, Frankie got excited, already feeling his cock start to twitch in his underwear. And it was a long one, too. “Perfect,” he whispered, lying down on his back to get comfy.

With his laptop laying on the mattress next to him, he pressed play and groaned when he saw the gruff guy and the hot mustached one making out heavily on a couch, shirts in a heap on the floor. He yanked his underwear down and gripped his cock in a big hand, pumping slowly. It didn’t take long once he saw Mustache pull out the gruff guy’s cock and stroke him steadily. Frankie’s cock twitched in his palm, he matched his pace with the video.

His free hand traveled up his torso until his fingertips started tweaking a nipple, making him moan into the quiet room. The scent of River’s cologne; cloves, bergamot, and sandalwood, covered every inch of their bedsheets, and it went right to Frankie’s head. He sped up his hand a little, then stopped himself, squeezing the base of his cock. He wanted this to last as long as possible. 

One of the two men in the video moaned out loud, catching Frankie’s attention. He shivered as he watched the gruff guy grunt and groan into the other’s ass and slap the side of one of his thighs. He let go of his cock and let it throb between his legs, imagining himself in the mustached guy’s place, while he wet two of his fingers as liberally as possible.

He turned onto his side and circled his own puckered rim with his wet fingers and moaned weakly, gripping the base of his cock again. He watched the video closely and started fucking himself with his fingers at the same pace of the gruff guy’s hips as he fucked into the other man roughly.

“Oh, hello,” River smirked, crossing their arms over their chest as they stood in the doorway to the bedroom.

Frankie startled and moaned, looking at River with flushed cheeks.

“Explains why you didn’t get my text. Thought you were asleep, but this is much, much more interesting,” they purred, stalking over to Frankie in his vulnerable state. They ran painted fingernails over his flushed and sweaty skin with mock concern. Frankie looked up at them with glossy eyes, the filthy, obscene sounds of two men fucking almost too loud in the tense air. “Do you need help, my love?” River grinned wolfishly, running the fingers of their free hand through his messy curls.

Frankie gulped and nodded, body still contorted in an uncomfortable position. “P-please,” he breathed.

River hummed contentedly and crawled into the bed behind him. “Stay there,” they said softly and curled their fingers around his throbbing cock, rubbing the head with their thumb. “Very good.” The praise dripped out of them easily and it made Frankie blush even harder. River started stroking him in time with the rhythm of the video in front of them and punctuated each stroke with a kiss to his bare shoulder, or behind his ear, or on the side of his neck.

Frankie removed his fingers from his ass and gripped onto the sheets tightly. River always knew the perfect way to touch him and it never failed to make every thought leave his brain. He felt cock drunk, even if he hadn’t actually been fucked yet.

“Mmm, is that what you want, baby?” River asked, kissing him on the shoulder again. The current camera angle in the video was a closeup of the younger man’s ass spread over the gruff guy’s thick cock, heavy balls slapping against his own. “Want a big, thick cock to fuck you? Hm? How deep do you want it, baby? So deep you forget your own name?”

A strangled, broken moan fell from Frankie’s lips, as his cock twitched hard in River’s hand. He tucked his face against the inside of his bicep, suddenly bashful.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby,” River cooed, speeding up the pace of their hand. It was completely covered in pre-cum, easing the way for them. River teased him, twisting on the upstroke, covering the head with his foreskin and slowing down. Frankie groaned in frustration, his hips bucking impatiently. River released his cock briefly to slap his ass twice in quick succession, almost like a bee sting. The cool metal of River’s rings against his overheated skin startled Frankie. “Atta boy,” River grinned, curling their fingers back around his cock. With their free hand, they ran their fingers up the column of his neck and across his lips. When River pushed their fingers into his mouth, he whined around them, cock twitching in response.

“Shh…” River cooed, deftly circling the pads of their fingers over Frankie’s lubed hole. Frankie moaned and nodded, squeezing his eyes shut. “You look so good for me, baby. You want me to put my fingers into this tight little asshole? Yeah?” River goaded. Another whine escaped Frankie, and they slowly pushed two fingers into his tight heat.

“F-fuck!” 

River hummed and kissed along his shoulder and arm, fucking into him steadily. Frankie tipped his head back and rested it on River’s shoulder, moaning out loud. His breath hitched each time River’s fingertips brushed against his prostate. “That’s it,” River praised, stroking in time with each pump of their fingers.

Frankie’s balls started to draw up and heat flared at the base of his spine. “I’m– I’m gonna,” he panted, eyes half-lidded and mouth open obscenely. 

River rubbed their thumb over the slit of his cock, glancing at the video and watched as the two men were both nearing their end. “You wanna come with them? Go ahead baby, show them how good you are and come for me, huh?”

Frankie huffed out a whine and nodded, rolling his hips in time with River’s hands before he bucked with no rhythm and came hard in thick spurts over River’s fingers and their sheets. He groaned, the aftershocks making his body tremble against River’s. They milked everything out of him and hummed appreciatively at the thick, creamy spend on their fingers. They licked them clean and sighed happily at the taste, removing the two fingers from inside Frankie and rubbed his hip lovingly.

Frankie’s body was spent. He turned and looked behind himself, panting below them as he watched the filthy scene in front of him. River, fully dressed and with a full face of makeup, licking their come-covered fingers clean. His sensitive and overstimulated cock twitched weakly at the sight. 

“Stop, I can’t go again so soon,” he breathed, voice thick and wrecked. River smirked and leaned down to kiss him deeply, transferring the taste of him into his own mouth. Frankie moaned, cupping their face with one hand.

“Feeling better?” They asked against his lips, pushing the sweaty curls out of his eyes.

Frankie nodded, taking one last deep breath, and smiled shyly up at them. The video had long since ended and had reset to its thumbnail. 

It all hit Frankie at once, and his face burned at the realization of what he was just caught watching. He reached over and slammed his laptop shut, hiding his face in his hands and groaning.

“What’s wrong, honey?” River frowned, rubbing Frankie’s back comfortingly. “I’m the last person that’s going to judge you for the porn you watch. I was actually going to compliment it, because I love that site,” they chuckled, trying to make him feel better.

Frankie turned back to them and peaked out from behind his hands. “You… You’re not weirded out?”

River looked at him like he insulted their mother. “What? Why would I?” 

Frankie sighed and took his hands away from his face, turning to face them more comfortably. “Well, it’s… I was watching two men.”

River blinked, still lost.

“You’re not… worried?”

Just like that, it clicked for River. “Oh, honey,” they frowned, leaning over to kiss him deeply, holding the side of his face. “Of course not.”

Frankie didn’t look convinced, but nodded anyway.

“I mean it. I’m not, like, offended or anything,” River said softly. “Is this something you’d want to experiment with, maybe?”

Frankie looked back up at their face. “What are you saying?” He furrowed his brows in confusion. “I’m not sure I’d be into a threesome, or-or sharing–”

River giggled, face twisted into amusement. “I wasn’t suggesting a threesome,” they snorted. “Although, that’s good to know. No, baby,” they paused. “I mean, I have a strap, and well. I’ve got a few toys you can choose from,” River smiled.

Frankie blinked, realization washing over his features. Of course River had a strap. Why didn’t he think of that?

“Oh,” he mumbled, looking down.

River bit their lip and sat up. They kicked their platforms off their feet and sat cross-legged on the bed. “Frankie, look at me. Please? C’mere.”

He looked up, cheeks flushed, and nodded. He got comfy and sat up against the headboard, covering himself with the sheets. 

“Is there a reason you’re… embarrassed about this? You know you can tell me anything.”

Frankie sighed and nodded. “I know that. I just,” he gulped anxiously. “I felt bad,” he paused again, trying to find the words. “It felt like I was… I don’t know, betraying your trust? Like, if I thought about men or someone else in that way, then it would–”

“Like you didn’t want to be with me anymore?” They offered quietly, a little bit of nerves in their tone.

“Right. B-but I don’t! I love you, Río, very much,” he said pleadingly, his eyes big and round. “I love you so much it worries me sometimes.”

River smiled and looked down. “I know. I love you, too,” they said softly.

Frankie sighed in relief, and grabbed one of their hands in his own. “Good. I like making you feel good and I think maybe I…”

“Pushed your own desires to the side,” River finished. “You know you don’t have to do that with me. I love that you’ve been– well, making me feel good, but you feeling good makes me feel good, babe. I’d love to do this for you.”

“I know,” Frankie nodded. “It’s just. After, well, Her,” he grumbled bitterly. 

“Yeah,” River nodded back, ending that train of thought right there. “Here,” they started, getting up from the bed and walking over to their closet. “I want to do this for you, babe.”

Frankie smiled shyly and watched as they got undressed. He paid close attention to the little details revealed as they went; a ring placed delicately on the dresser, the black bralette with its web of criss-crossed straps dropped to the floor.

“Maybe we could do this tomorrow? After you’ve had a chance to rest? I’m pretty tired myself,” they chuckled sheepishly. They reached into a drawer of their dresser and came back with a small metal object.

They crawled into the bed with him and rested the plug on his lap. They kissed up and down his neck teasingly, whispering into his skin, “I want you to wear this for a couple of hours tomorrow, okay? Then you’ll have no choice but to think about what I’m going to do to you afterwards.”

Frankie shivered and moaned quietly, gripping the plug tightly in his fist. “Y-yes,” he nodded, eyes fluttering shut. His oversensitive cock twitched beneath the sheets before River turned his face to kiss him deeply. They hummed into it, before pulling away and pressing a small peck to his cheek. “I’m gonna go take my makeup off, and then we’re gonna go to sleep, okay?” River smirked, rubbing his flushed cheek with their thumb.

Frankie nodded obediently, face open and honest. He watched them leave the room and laid down on the pillow beneath him. 

He wasn’t getting any sleep tonight.

Frankie followed River’s instructions to the letter, the first couple of hours of the day spent with the plug tightly inside him. River had a meeting with a coworker in the morning, so they gave him express orders to not touch himself until they got back to the apartment.

He was good and listened, but it was agony. All of his focus was on the object in his ass and River was right, because all he could think about was what they would do to him when they got home.

Frankie was completely zoned out on the couch in River’s living room by the time they walked in the door. He startled out of his thoughts and turned to look at them and groaned at what he saw.

They looked incredible. They wore a sheer top underneath a cropped blazer, a short layered skirt with a sheer panel over top, and thick chunky platform shoes. River set their bag down and looked at the bulge at the front of Frankie’s jeans. They grinned and made their way over to him, holding out a hand.

“Come with me, baby boy.”

Frankie followed like an eager puppy.

River pushed him onto the mattress and climbed into his lap. They attached their mouth to his neck and grinded their hips against his own. River’s weight on his lap pressed the plug against his prostate in such a way that made his entire body shiver. He squeezed his grip on their hips, silently asking them to slow down so he wouldn’t come right away. His cock was hard and leaking already, just the thought of what River had planned for him made his head spin.

“Have you been good?” River breathed into his mouth, kissing him deeply. Frankie nodded dumbly, focused completely on their lips. River hummed happily and pushed him down onto his back, sitting on his stomach comfortably.

Slowly, River kissed down his neck, chest, and stomach until they were face to face with the front of his jeans. They sat on the floor between his spread legs, eyeing his cock beneath the tight denim, and teasingly undid them, pulling the material down his thighs. They grinned as it sprang back and quietly slapped against his lower tummy.

Frankie blushed, resting his head onto the pillow underneath him. He hadn’t used a plug in a long time. It was foreign, but it felt familiar, too. He was so hard, the throbbing of his cock distracted him from focusing on anything.

“Look at this,” River grinned, kissing up his inner thighs before taking the head of his cock into their mouth. They moaned at the taste and bobbed their head slowly, eyes shutting in bliss at the weight of him on their tongue.

“F-fuck,” Frankie whined, curling his fingers into the sheets tightly. He lifted his knees up, spreading his legs wider to show them the plug he was wearing. It had a clear gem at the base, making his hole look like a little present.

River lifted their mouth off of him, an obscene little suck seeming to echo in the quiet room. “Mmm,” they purred appreciatively. They stood, eyes locked between his lifted, spread thighs and confidently walked to the closet. 

Frankie’s heart was pounding, blood rushing in his ears as it traveled down to his cock. He waited patiently, a thin layer of perspiration dotting his hairline. When River came back into his periphery, they were completely naked save for the leather harness around their hips, a thick, average length cock attached at the front. He stared, eyes roving over the defined Adonis belt of their waist before traveling up their torso and landing on their face. 

River dug into the bedside table and grabbed a small bottle of lube before making their way back to the end of the bed between his legs. “Baby, look at me, please,” they smiled, gently rubbing his knee.

Blinking, Frankie released his legs and looked up at them while they coated their cock with a generous amount of lube. He didn’t look down, because they didn’t say he could yet, but just the image of River’s arm moving in such an obscene way, on themself, had him shivering. 

“Do you remember the rules, honey?”

Frankie nodded, gulping to himself. “G-green means go, yellow means slow down, and red means stop.”

“Good boy,” River grinned, two lube-covered fingers teasing the stretched rim around the plug he was wearing. Frankie gasped at the temperature difference, his cock twitching in anticipation. He wondered if he should shave a little before they did this, but River assured him that they liked him hairy. They would be gentle with him, and he knew that. “I’m going to remove it now, okay?”

Frankie nodded, watching as the fake cock swung between their legs. They looked so comfortable like this. If he didn’t know any better, he might have thought that they were actually born with one.

River tugged on the base of the plug gently, drizzling a little extra lube to ease the way. Frankie’s eyes rolled back at the feeling and arched his back off the mattress. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, thighs trembling on either side of them.

“Shh,” River cooed, rubbing a smooth thigh as they removed the plug. They watched as a clear trickle of lube oozed out of his stretched hole, making them shiver in response. “Good boy.”

Frankie squeezed his eyes shut and tried to focus on his breathing. He’d come untouched exactly once before in his life and he was about twenty years younger with his first real girlfriend. Not that he thought River would be upset with him, but he wanted this to last. He’d been waiting too long for this to happen again.

Two of River’s fingers rubbed teasingly at his stretched rim before slowly entering him. He gasped out loud, eyes opening wide. “Too fast?” River asked, stopping midway.

“N-no, don’t stop, just–” he breathed, chuckling shyly. His cheeks flushed a deep red color as he made eye contact with them. “I don’t wanna come yet.”

River smiled wolfishly and set a slow, steady rhythm with their fingers. “And you think I’d be done with you after you came just once?” 

Frankie squeezed his eyes shut, clinging desperately to his last shred of composure. Their fingers felt so good, and he couldn’t wait any longer. “R-Riv, please,” he begged.

“Oh, alright,” River chuckled, crawling onto the bed between his legs. “We’ll start slow. And if you come, I’m certainly not going to complain.”

Frankie moaned, heart pounding steadily in his ears. “You’re going to kill me, you know.”

River kissed him lazily, feeling him relax. They curled their fingers around their fake cock and teased the head at his entrance, the lube squelching a little. Frankie shivered at the sound before he nodded against their lips, giving them his consent to continue.

The first push in made all the breath in Frankie’s lungs leave at once, forcing him to gasp against River’s mouth. It had been a long time since he was on the receiving end of this sort of thing and while River wouldn’t really feel it, he couldn’t help clenching down hard.

River cupped his face as they got up on their knees properly, slowly easing all the way in until their thighs were flush against the backs of his. Frankie breathed hard, back arched off the bed. 

“Y-yellow,” he panted, cock twitching and streaking pre-come down the side of his stomach.

They nodded and let him adjust.

“Hang on, I think--” Frankie groaned, shifting a little more. River smiled and rubbed his sides soothingly. 

“Will you fuck me from behind?” Frankie looked up at River, his eyes practically sparkling with need. His lips parted, chest heaving with the effort of already being on the edge, River would do anything he asked. 

They pulled out of him slowly, and Frankie rolled over, situating himself on hands and knees. River hummed appreciatively at the sight of Frankie’s cute little ass perked and ready for them. Just in case, they used a little more lube on the way in this time, holding Frankie’s hips steady.

“Color?” 

“Green,” Frankie breathed in relief, leaning over to rest on his elbows with his ass in the air. “Love you,” he mumbled into the sheets.

“And I you,” River smiled, pulling out slowly before pushing back in with enough force to jerk him forward a little. Frankie grunted, brows furrowed in concentration and lips parted obscenely.

They started off slow, but hard, for a bit and before either of them realized it, River had set a steady pace, properly fucking into him. “Such a good boy,” River panted with exertion, leaning over his sweaty back. “Asking so nicely to be fucked like this,” they punctuated their words with a particularly harsh thrust. Frankie moaned, face pressed into the bed, his fingers gripping the sheets like a lifeline.

“Say you’re a good boy, baby,” River ordered, kissing his shoulder blade.

“I’m–” Frankie whimpered, forcing his throbbing cock to calm down. 

“You can do it,” River encouraged, rubbing one of his hips comfortingly while the other hand curled around his cock. They started stroking him in time with their thrusts, the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and Frankie’s weak moans and whines filling the room. The air smelled like River’s cherry-flavored lube and sex and it went right to Frankie’s head.

“I’m– a good boy,” Frankie breathed, cheeks burning as he bit his lip. 

“Yes you are, baby,” River grinned, letting go of his cock to plant one foot onto the mattress and fuck into him deeper.

Frankie’s head hung low between his shoulders as his body jerked forward with each of River’s thrusts. The sensations were all-consuming, every nerve ending crackled with barely contained energy. His moans were ragged, and River’s fingers dug into his sweat-slick skin.  .

Suddenly, River hit somewhere inside him that made him see stars, making him throw his head back. “Fuck! Fuck,” he trembled. “Riv, I’m gonna–”

“Let go, baby,” River purred, gripping onto each side of his narrow waist as they drove into him. They watched the toy fucking into Frankie’s tight hole, the rim stretching obscenely. 

“W-wanna look at you,” Frankie breathed, turning his head back to try and see them.

River slowed down and pulled out gently. The air left Frankie’s lungs at the feeling, making his trembling body fall to the side. His cock was painfully hard, all red and leaking. “C’mere,” River soothed, turning him onto his back. He reached out for them, and River moved between his thighs, sliding back into him.

Frankie moaned happily, wrapping his legs around their trim waist. River kissed him deeply, picking back up where they left off, hitting his prostate on every other thrust. His short nails dug into River’s back, scratching in pleasure. Frankie was a mess, panting hotly into River’s mouth, eyes closed in bliss. 

“I’m gonna come,” Frankie whispered, eyes glazed over as he watched their focused face. He looked between their bodies, the steady rhythm of River’s hips hypnotizing him.

“Come for me,” River panted against Frankie’s cheek. It didn’t take much convincing after that, Frankie’s body jerking and trembling with his release. River matched the waves of his orgasm with slow thrusts, prolonging it just a little more for him.

The sounds leaving Frankie’s body sounded foreign to his own ears, but he felt so much lighter and every thought or doubt in his mind was gone. It was the same way he felt when he flew.

“Did so good, baby,” River praised, resting him gently onto his back as they pulled out. Frankie felt empty and clenched around nothing, his hole stretched and sensitive. He was sticky and hot and completely content.

Frankie hummed like a happy, purring cat, and grinned up at them as they smiled down at him. “You’re amazing,” he said drunkenly.

River snorted and leaned down to kiss him and nip at his chin a couple times. 

“Now you,” he said tiredly, but full of determination.

“No, you need a nap first,” River chuckled, crawling off the bed to unhook the harness. There were faint indents where the straps had been, and he watched them saunter into the bathroom.

When they came back, it was with a damp washcloth to clean him up. His body was too heavy and tired and sated for him to protest. His eyelids got heavier the longer he laid there and before he knew it, he was fast asleep.

Frankie woke to the sound of water running. His heavy eyelids drooped a few times before they opened to an empty bedroom. He frowned, blinking as he looked around for River.

He faintly heard the sounds of Tori Amos’ voice coming from the bathroom and smiled. His tired body moved slowly, but then he was leaning against the doorframe, watching as River cleaned the toy they’d used on him earlier.

“Hey, cutie,” River grinned. They were still naked, with their legs crossed over the closed toilet seat as they washed the dildo, long hair like a curtain on either side of their face. They motioned to their phone so Frankie could pause the music, which he did.

“Hey,” he smiled shyly. “How long was I out?”

“Only a few minutes. Do you need anything?”

Frankie shook his head. He was fine. “A bath might be nice, though.”

River laughed lightly and nodded in agreement. “I’ll fill the tub.”

“Do you wanna join me?”

River smiled as they turned the knob. “Of course.”

They both settled in the tub, after Frankie insisted that River sit between his legs so he could hold them. River grabbed one of his large hands and played with his fingers, comparing the size difference. Frankie’s hands were strong, with years of military training and calluses to prove it. River’s were thinner, with only a couple of calluses from their drawing tools.

“How are you feeling?” They asked softly.

Frankie hummed as he thought about it. “Sore,” he chuckled. “But good. Really good. Thank you.”

River smiled. “Anytime. And I mean it,” they rested their head on his chest, turning slightly so they could look at him. “Seriously. You can always tell me if you’re feeling like switching things up.”

Frankie laughed and kissed their cheek. “I’ll remember.”

“Good.”

Silence settled over them comfortably, the only sounds in the room from one of Frankie’s legs lifting out of the water to rest on the edge of the tub. He started kissing down the side of their neck tenderly, then latching onto an earlobe to nibble gently.

“You’re insatiable,” River giggled, feeling ticklish.

“Never got to repay the favor,” he grumbled low in his chest, one hand coming up to tweak one of their nipples while the other moved lower down their stomach.

“Frankie, you don’t–”

“Shh,” Frankie protested softly, his hand moving down between their legs to tease their clit. River’s legs fell open easily, a soft moan leaving their lips. His middle finger moved in gentle circles around the nub and they melted into his arms.

River’s eyes shut as they let him do what he wanted, their arousal still very much present from before. It didn’t take much for Frankie’s two middle fingers to make their way inside them, fucking steadily. The water splashed around the movement of his hand, making River shudder.

Frankie sucked a dark mark in an open spot around a tattoo on River’s shoulder as his thumb rubbed at their clit.

“Shit,” River gasped, blunt nails digging into Frankie’s thigh and the edge of the tub simultaneously. That was the only warning Frankie got before their body went taut as they came around his fingers, hips rolling with the waves of the water.

Frankie hummed appreciatively and removed his fingers as they came down. “Gorgeous,” he whispered, turning their face so he could kiss them properly. River exhaled into the kiss, melting.

“Sneaky,” they breathed against his lips, and Frankie laughed.

“I have my moments.”

When they pulled apart, River planted one more kiss on his cheek before cuddling close. The water was getting cold, but they didn’t want to move just yet.

Frankie massaged their hips where the harness had laid, making River smile.

“Y’know,” River started. “Might let you try that sometime.”

“Try what, Río?” He hummed, fingers soothing River’s tender flesh.

“Fucking my ass. It’s been a long time since someone did that.”

Frankie froze, hands gripped onto their hip bones. His exhausted cock gave a valiant twitch against their back.

River laughed lightly and shrugged. “I’m not sure yet. We’ll see.”

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2023 Top ♥

Tagged by @someone-elsa and @shesthespinstersimmer ♥ Thanks a lot !

I didn't remember doing all that this year !

Thanks a lot to everyone who's been following me through this journey. 2023 was one of the worst year of my life but also one of the best weirdly so let's hope 2024 will be better for everyone ♥

below the cut I'll put the link and explanations for each edit

1/ The Moonlight/Moonwood Tales concept : Based on the lore that came with the werewolves pack, I imagined a story that would explain everything between the werewolves, vampires and spellcasters. I actually prepared a plan for season 1 ... Maybe I'll post it next year ?

2/ The stories I planned for this year but so far, only Melodia is still going. DH3 will start next year sadly and Another Side has been cancelled because of lack of time and a bad computer.

3/ Aïssa in the city : a special photoshoot/lookbook with some items I love and also a small interview including infos about DH2 and 3. It's also a way for me to show more about Aïssa's modeling life. The title is also a reference to the upcoming spin-off about her ...

4/ The DH3 women and the DH3 gang because I want you to love them when the story will start !

5/ The EDGEWAVE fest organised by @aniraklova ♥ It surely was my favourite event this year ! What an awesome idea it was and a lot of people did amazing stuff during 2 weeks ! You saved our summer for sure ! I used Candy Bher as a reference to Another Side and MOON who's a character in DH3 ...

6/ Toxic Don ! A potential new Another Side story I've been thinking about years now ... It would be fun !

7/ The Ghostface DH3 edits : It's a reference to DH3 and Scream of course; the plot will be a tribute to Wes Craven actually !

8/ The Melodia musical video part : it actually was awesome and fun to create but it took me an entire month just for this little video. I decided to stick to a more boring regular way to post this story. I also don't have a lot of readers so far so I guess they will forgive me. I still see it as one of my biggest achievement here though so check it if you can ^^ I love how the episode turns into a musical movie

9/ @windbrook's Slashed Challenge : it was one of my favourite CAS challenge of all time ^^ I'm a huge slasher fan ! It was perfect for simblreen and people created awesome characters and stories !

10/ A makeover of the Three Sages that comes with Realm of Magic : Ana Mae is actually an original OCs, they all should appear in DH4 and 5 ... Morgyn should be very important in DH4 actually ...

11/ URBZ Mag DH3 edition ! Get the girls part here and the boys part there ♥ I love doing fake interviews and mag covers ! Sorry not sorry

12/ Valentines day ♥ My favourite is the one with the Destiny, Leïla and Aïssa because it's funny and feminist, what this trio is together ! They surely had a great night that day, it's also supposed to happen after Melodia so ...

13 / Franck and Madame Sophie : the first drag sims I create ! I wanted one for the Aïssa spin-off so I guess it will be them :)

14/ Recent edits I like : Maria Perron for @birdietrait's coven (I love her and I'd love to make a little story about her) / An other Another Side new idea focused on Venessa Jeong / Destiny's last portrait for the ocs associations

15/ My favourite gif coming from Another Side Episode 1 : I think it's the best ending for this episode as it shows all the plots and times together. Everytime I see it I want to get back to the story ...

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Last part of Glitch's asks!! Here we are!! I'll still have one ask from someone else to answer to, then I think I'll have a break (at least, from the asks) :'D

I didn't plan to finish this with a comic- but the question feels particularly convenient to show a small scenario I imagined then illustrated last year!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 - You're here, kudos you've made it to the end!

35 – What’s the craziest thing that your OC ever did, or that ever happened to them? This is Springfield, after all!

She didn't have the best childhood, and frankly the day she decided to move back to Springfield, she was convinced nothing else could surprise her.

She was soooo wrong. For many reasons. While it's obvious to mention the Simpsons' shenanigans, she's more likely to get involved with the Italian Mob's ordeals. When she'd feel more comfortable hanging with them (or even before that), she'd sometimes end in the middle of awkward situations, to say the least- but nothing too life threatening (Fat Tony would make sure of it- partly because his sister would kill him if anything happened to her baby). Eventually, she even helps Legs patch up the others (or himself) when things didn't go as planned. Just anything for the familia to avoid going to the hospital as much as possible, and to make the best use of what she had learnt during her nursing training (might as well take advantage of it, even if hated it there).

But nothing was as much nerve wrecking than any trouble Bob would run into. Don't think getting him out of jail or hiding him in her very own flat was the craziest thing she ever did or witnessed.

Far from it- actually, she was starting to get used to his tales and shenanigans. From his attempt to become mayor, to take down the audiovisual industry, to the continuous attempts to kill a kid (one from the school she works at, to her dismay), then the time she had to remove his shock garter, or when she noticed he had gills (among other strange genetic manipulations), and so on. She thought she had seen it all.

Until the day he, once again, shows up unexpectedly to her place - and nothing would have prepared her for this eventuality. And yet, with the basic nursing knowledge she had, she was his best bet to, say, not lose face.

Under read-more for body-horror / cartoony gore - Inspired by the episode "The Bob Next Door" + the escape scene from "Bobby it's cold outside".

This concludes @gglitchshit's asks!!! Thank you so much for those, it took a while but I hope you enjoyed the ride just as much as I enjoyed writing and drawing the replies! ♥

[dukeoftheblackstar]

"Right Here"

Summary: It’s ‘one of those days’ when the things are just too much. Sometimes all you need is an old man and their old man-foolishness. - Depression strikes and you're at the medcenter.

Pairing: Plo Koon x Duchess/Duch (oc/reader), Plo Koon x Reader

Word Count: 4.2 K

Rating/Theme: Angst, comfort, tw-suicide, gaslighting, innuendos, tw-depression, pre-established relations, flirting, slight choking, barely smutty

Notes:

“Right Here”— Second installment of Somewhere Only We Know

The song Plo sings for oc/reader are official lyrics from from @mimimirage / @eloquentmoon's "Planet Pink" [ permission to use granted via discord DM ]

1st pic = art by my very best friend and sister at heart, @amorfista [ please do not repost ]

2nd pic = commissioned art from a local artist [ personally owned / please do not repost ]

Color thingies because I'm deranged to not use them: Orange: Plo Koon Pink: You/OC/Reader Blue: Internal thoughts Purple: Self-Inserts

Perfect divider by @idontgetanysleep with itty, bitty, cutie-patootie Plo Koon face ♥

You do so much day in day out that it has become a wonder if you exist only to appease the fury and bitterness that resides in the damned. A conundrum of a cycle wherein you have no qualms in allowing anyone of your borrowed time and yet it seems to be quite burdensome to rob others of theirs, regardless of how deep you have plunged into the great seas of woe. A quandary that leaves you doubtful if you even deserve to feel such sadness and allow it to consume you when you should be keeping your heart empty to nurse and rid others of the vicissitudes of fate. An enigma that though should have enticed you to unravel and explore, leaves you abandoned not with want, need, or wanton desires, but abandoned as the word itself defined — left alone and all its synonymous narrative; forgotten, maybe.

But it’s not that bad, right? You get to live, meet people, experience things old and new — and besides, someone out there has it far worse than you. You should be grateful. 

And so you become just that; "Grateful” — in every sense of the word.

You stopped ‘complaining’ because someone else has it far worse than you; stopped trying to ‘talk about it’ because you’re afraid to tell them that even after all the unprompted and unsolicited advice, you remain buried six-feet under the vicious weight of thoughts so intrusive you couldn’t bring yourself to cry it out of your system anymore —in hopes that it depletes you enough to fall asleep. 

That you stopped trying to ‘deal with it’ because it has come to the point that trepidation has now been rooted so deep within the confines of your soul, it hinders you to function. To have fear of having to be seen in such a pathetic, weakened state that even the most mundane tasks remain undone. That the mere fact that you haven’t showered or bathed in days because you were so afraid that if you’re not careful enough, you’d slip and die without having to tell someone how much they mean to you. 

That if you perish, as you begin to feel so deserving of such fate, you would leave them with the same conundrum. That, they, too, would have to suffer these intrusive thoughts because no one came; because they, too, were abandoned as the word itself defined — left alone and all its synonymous narrative; forgotten.

So yet again, you sit not with your knees enclosing your chest in an embrace like in the holovids — rather you’ve taken shelter under the dining table because it felt ‘safe’ there knowing that escape is but a kitchen knife away. Yet again you do not stand before the mirror contemplating on smashing it with your head or your fist, because you couldn’t bear the thought of having someone clean up the mess you’ve made. Yet again you do not frantically tap your fingers on the floor in fear that the neighbors might hear and complain and as such, you will all that you could muster to silence even the slightest of whimpers because you know someone would come and would have to sit through your ‘dramatics’.

And so yes, here you are in all the glory of one being ‘grateful’. 

Here you are under the table of your lavish living room with today’s breakfast at midnight, a pile of unwashed dishes, laundry on the ground, and your commlink buzzing incessantly that seems to stab your fingertips with each attempt of a response. So you just read them, the messages — the funny ones, the sad ones, the work-related ones, the ‘are-you-okay?’ ones, and the ones from your beloved friend and confidant who had constantly dropped by and threatened to break the door down, forcing you to reply ‘I’m not home, I’ll message you the soonest’.

But you are, as we have established. 

You pray to gods your people serve, even to ones you don’t and know not of; eyes closed with fingers knotted over your chest so tight that you could feel the in-between dips of your knuckles burrow further as if ready to break if not bruise. Your lips shake begging through a plethora of ‘please don’t’, ‘go away’, and ‘not today, please’, hoping that this does not turn into some heroic stride of having you swept off your feet and be given the ‘much needed’ respite and attention because today is simply not the day — as it was yesterday and the day before, and the day before the day before yesterday. 

You’ve gone this far, do you honestly wish to disappoint those who believe in you? Do you feel it wise to make them feel bad because their words of comfort and support failed? Do you feel they are deserving of your failure because you could not find it within you to handle even the simplest of things?

Exactly. They deserve better than that. And after all, someone out there has it far worse than you.

Right…?

***

“Is it the gown that’s throwing you off? Cause I can’t cut it up and make it look sexy and we can rolepla—”

You couldn’t even finish because he’s stared you down with such oppressive silence all you could think of was apologize for something you don’t even know you’ve done but whatever it is, it must have been as heinous as to exist in the same timeline as him.

“What?”

“...”

You knew exactly what — he no longer wants you around. He no longer wants to deal with your obstinacy and how you constantly pry him from more pressing matters over something so trivial, so dramatic, so unnecessary.

“Ugh, don’t tell me you’re gonna be baby about this, Plo.”

“...”

It’s exactly that. He’s supposed to be somewhere; a meeting maybe? A mission? Maybe he’s tired. Tired of you.

“Look. I’m okay. I just… I just have really nosey neighbors, okay? I’m fine. Please.”

“...”

“I’m really, really, really, okay. I promise you.”

“...”

I’m okay, baby. I am. I am now.

“Well?…. Say something.”

“...”

He’s upset, no — he’s angry. He’s… He’s…

And just as you have occasionally been exposed to the oppressive nature of his silence, you turn to him as if matching your assumptious claim of him plagued with seething abhorrence over having to ‘take care of you’ again. Your brows meet in brewing animosity, glaring vehemently at Plo — ironically in contrast to the relaxed creases of your Kel Dor Jedi.

“If you have somewhere to be, just leave. I don’t know why you’re here if you’re just gonna be like that.” You couldn’t pocket an obvious sniffle and so you opted to turn your head away towards the unsuspecting bouquet of flowers of pinks, whites, and yellow chrysanthemums. It did you no better as ragged breath fell past lips that quivered and silver-hazed eyes that threatened to become even more fuddled with tears.

“I get it, okay? They shouldn’t have called even if it was an emergen—.” 

They really shouldn’t have. I’m sorry if they had to call you. I promise I’ll try harder. I’ll be more grateful for what I have. I swear. I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad.

“But they did.” Came Plo Koon’s abrupt response, devoid of any obviously implied emotion — neither from the tone of his voice or the subtle shift in his masked visage. 

You knew better than to argue. After all, you were no stranger to how ornery he can be, that even his fallen master found him stubborn and difficult — for all the good reasons, that is.

“Sorry.” Was all you could say. 

For having known Plo for centuries, you would have thought that you’d get used to the power he held over you. That even mere words carry so much weight that he could say ‘love’ and wound you so deep to this very day, that him mirroring your candor with so much nectarous affection in the form of endearments ‘little love’ or ‘my darling’ disillusions you from the illusion itself. 

That just by the mere sound of his voice, that unspoken timbre reserved only for your ears and your ears alone, would have you whisked into the grandeur of a fool’s paradise. A quixotic ideal where war can go fuck itself just as Plo can go fuck himself too, but through means of using every inch of your existence leaving nothing to waste. That just by the mere serendipitous touch of his talon-clad fingers paired with his poorly crafted apology for inadvertently wrapping around your neck so deliciously tight, he could easily bring to your knees to do no more than worship him as you would a god to atone for the sins of subjecting those around you in yet another depressive episode.

It gave you a sense of grounding at the very least; a laughable means of coping you’ve developed over time. One that would put his mind at ease to know that in spite of the decline of mirth within your soul, you still had some reserve to keep yourself from the point of no return — even if it meant you were doing it for others, not so much yourself. 

You turn to face the still-standing Kel Dor whose hands remained tucked behind. Expressionless was better than him pacing frantically and mouthing off a full-on lecture. Though part of you expected to use this to his advantage; to go over how your last visit went and the lingering feeling of having professed indirectly required confrontation — then again, it wasn’t exactly the first time the two of you indulged in a very elusive discourse about matters of the heart. But at least you got to say it again, right? I mean not hearing it back is nothing new.

You hear him sigh, whether it was relief or frustration it hardly mattered. He was gonna chew you off you and you knew it. He’s probably at his wit’s end having to come to your rescue for what, the third time now in a month? You’ve already quit bounty hunting because Plo pulled the ‘I would rather you indulge my father in managing the hatchery in Dorin’ card. I mean who wouldn’t? You get to spend time with Dorin’s most charming Kel Dor, who has been quite-like a father to you with little knowledge that he’s about to become your father-in-law if Plo would just stop being a Jedi Master for a hot minute. That, and the fact that you get to help Dorin rebuild their population through the hatchery — not your more preferred method of helping since you’re pretty set on the fact that Plo is quite virile. 

Even wishful thinking of him has deterred you from your further decline even for the fleeting moment of his visit. As for how long it’ll last, the daunting possibility of how grave the next ‘episode’ would be, looms about.

“You’re mad at me, aren’t you?” It was more of a statement than an inquiry. You knew he was upset just from the fact that he hadn't approached you yet or had spoken much. Not many knew how chatty Plo Koon can be or how mischievous or playful he truly is behind the ever well-behaved aristocratic demeanor. You lowered your as your teeth sank to the bottom of your lip apologetically as you continued. “I understand if you are. I’d be mad at me too.”

“Good. Then we can move forward.” Plo Koon replies, true to his no-attachment Jedi teachings that infuriated you more than anything. And he knew; he knew how to drive you so far up the wall, you sometimes wish he just would — drive you up the wall and impale you on some 13-inch goodness of Kel Dor dic— “Oof!” 

“Plo, what the fu—.!”

Plo Koon had very uncharacteristically whacked you with a miniature version of himself in the form of a plushie. Yes, your beloved three-hundred and eighty-four year-old Kel Dor childhood friend who makes you feel things that the Order would frown upon, has brought you the greatest gift that he could and could not give — himself.

“Oh, you are clever. Clever, clever, clever.” 

And just like that, he had completely flipped your mood in ways you had not anticipated. The ever-wise, patient, kind, and doting Jedi Master had struck again. He didn’t need to say anything to convey his unwavering presence in your life and how he’d continue to be there in ways you’d need him; be it an amicable  sense of support and an ear to ramble onto or the carnal sense of allowing you to peruse his entire existence in smutty stories in your head as long as they’d keep you occupied to leave no room for thoughts that he believed shouldn’t be there. He knew — knew you like the back of his own hand. 

“Though I must say I did not have the heart to have that made anatomically correct.”

With a dramatic and proud pause, Plo makes his way to sit beside you, pushing you quite forcefully to give him room on the bed. Leaning to rest his back against the same pile of fluffed pillows as his arm wandered around your waist, he made himself further comfortable by crossing his boots beside yours at the edge. A subtle clear of the throat had you leaning your temple onto his shoulder, chuckling amused as he continued his seemingly required narrative.

“I’m sure you’re quite aware of how it would be highly inappropriate to make it so.”

He made a gesture to measure the length of the Plo-plushie’s leg, extending quite a leap past it as if you didn’t know how impeccably well-endowed he is that you need a visual. “Then again, I get the feeling this little one will be subjected to being defiled in the most… intimate of ways with or without… a certain appendage.”

“Plo, you prude, old man. Just say it. Say ‘cock’. Say ‘cock’ right now and I swear on all things encompassing our centuries-old friendship I will cease all attempts of killing myself.”

Plo had never seen such sternness and determination in your eyes that you actually had him caught off-guard for once. Torn between addressing your suicidal thoughts and the fact that the proposed resolution is so ludicrous that he was actually considering it knowing how you operate. You’ve had this chase of making him purposely say filth as it gives you delight beyond comprehension to have the dignified and highly revered Jedi Master General succumb to such sinful treats. Not that he was above such things, but they weren’t exactly preferred in his vocabulary. 

“These… thoughts, my dear. Are they frequent?” It was enough to melt your heart among all the things Plo Koon. You’ve loved him for so long you’d let him stab you in the gut for fun — not that he’d do it, of course. Genuine concern etched over the creases of his face and the tenderness of his free hand caressing the back of yours that held the adorable toy. “Has something happe—.”

“Plo, I swear. Just say co—”

“Duche—”

“Plo.”

“Duch.”

“Just say—”

“Little love, please let’s tal—”

“Ep! Ep! Ep! We don’t say things like that in public.”

“Yes, we surely do not say things like that in public.”

The impasse called for silence. Lucky you, you had a little Plo-plushie to play with. You folded the plushie’s arms to cross over his chest, holding it down with one hand while the other pressed down over its forehead making it look disgruntled. “There we go. Now there’s two of you.”

“Indeed.” Plo Koon replies, taking the hint of your uneasiness and unwillingness to divulge the woes of your existence just yet. “Though I do not as such, little love.” He adds, reaching to adjust the split-legged plushie, into a more self-respecting fashion.

“You do not sit like that!” You replied incredulously. “Not with your —”

“But I do, my sweet. I do not, as you young ones call ‘mansplain’ in spite of being well endowed with a very large cock…—alorum behavior, which by the way is very much unlike me. I am but a humble Jedi with humble needs.”

The excitement in your eyes bloomed with laughter, shaking your head with a well-deserved slow-clap offered to the improper-elusive Kel Dor Jedi Master. He joins in the chorus of your blissful giggle with a hearty rumble of his own and a playfully pompous nod of acknowledgement of yet again another triumph. 

“By the stars, I love you.” You sigh, dreamily as you feel the light creep through the darkened veins of your soul — truly a Jedi’s work at play. “I just… I love you. I love you so much I can’t.. I can’t….”

But as quick as the light bore once more into the shadowy depths of depression, you began fanning yourself in an attempt to suppress an outpour. Your eyes welled up and you began gasping for air as you tried your very best to stifle the whimper than turned to disheartened groans of pain, until you had begun to cry so profusely, your body shook in a mix of incoherent emotions.

You mumbled in between tearful pleas of asking Plo to make “it” stop, to do something because it wasn’t what you wanted right now. You threw in painful lines in jest, innuendos and petty attempt to restart the banter, self-deprecating jokes and nostalgic references etched like core memories between the two of you in your younger years— the last thing you wanted was for your time with Plo to end on a bitter note knowing he’d have to leave soon. 

He held you tighter than what your knitted frames would allow, a little more and he’d have crushed you and as much  you knew within yourself you wanted nothing more than to be turned to dust by a certain Kel Dor’s embrace, your tears seem to be the undisputed victor. 

You felt the weight of his head over your crown, the scent of him filling your senses as you head your drenched face onto the side of his neck while your arms latched onto the toy, squeezing it in your own embrace. You wanted it so badly to be him, but you couldn’t bring it upon yourself to bestow him guilt of being limited in the gesture as to comply with the teachings of the Order. You wouldn’t dare put him in that predicament. And so you held the toy version of him imperviously close to you as if suffocating the poor little thing.

And then it happened. 

“I know it baby, i’ll be a star And then you’ll be all mine And they won’t be able to take you from me”

You have been a fan of Mimi Mirage for as long as you can remember. The day you saw a poster of her at a record shop, you were so drawn that you purchased all four of her albums and had it on repeat that at some point, you were sure Plo Koon fancied a song or two from one of the most played albums when he’d come over. He’d also taken upon this interest of yours to spoil you Mimi Mirage merch, using his connections to procure signed copies. Plo had also made it a point to frame them because it’ll wear less if unexposed — all for your benefit, of course.

“I’m gonna make this planet pink I don’t care what they think I’m gonna make this planet pink”

You started to laugh in between a now fully-developed hiccup from all the crying and hyperventilating. You sniffled, whimpered, giggled, and even sorted a little at how off-key and weird it sounded being sung by your beloved Kel Dor friend. He continued, straining to get the key right and endure the missing words with hums and guesses that had you laughing as your face remained nuzzled on the side of his neck.

“You’ll be mine”

He mouthed the words slower over the specified lyric, the spurs of his clawed hand drawing idle patterns over the small of your back while the other purchased your cheek with a thumb strumming sweetly over the corner of your lip. 

“I’ll take the risk”

You turned to receive a rather affectionate gaze, his thumb in a continuous stroke over the fullness of your lips from corner to corner. The weight of him heavy over your own forehead; turning, tossing, seeking that perfect angle for you to feel the contrast of the cold, stannic mask and warmth of the little exposed skin on his face. You could feel the protective lenses over his eyes push against the bone of your brow until he found that perfect spot to nest half of his face onto half of yours. 

Your lips curve into a smile, then parted to utter more serene titter as you hear that luxuriously rare, short, single-syllabled chuckle of his that made you just wanna bear ninety-nine of his babies. But unfortunately, this little space-face-press shenanigans would pardon him from depriving her auditory needs to hear more of Mimi Mirage’s Planet Pink butchered by an esteemed member of the council, General of the 104th Battalion, and Jedi Master of great tenure and importance.

“Sing, old man.”

You whined with a pout — to which you then blushed from Plo Koon’s response of pushing the tip of his thumb between your parted mouth to shut you up. After all, you asked him to sing and you best listen. With a sigh of defeat and amusement in one, he dipped his thumb further enough to feel an earnest tongue brush onto the pad of his digit. 

You hear an evenly rare grunt that had you bite your lip as if to savor the fleeting touch that descended excruciatingly slow down your chin and delicately along the column of your throat.

Flustered beyond recognition, you feel the heat pool between your legs as his tone takes a chasmic turn. Spurs slithered along the expanse of your neck until he had collared his hold around you with a verily gentle and mindful squeeze. The gesture merited an sultry groan of approval and encouragement, accompanied by an elevated hissing sound from your smaller frame.

“Must I say the words, little love?”

You were too intoxicated to respond that all you could was a well-surrendered hum. 

“I….” 

In spite of the nearly losing all inhibition with the faintest of force applied over your neck, you draw your sight back as if to peer through the decorative holes of his protective eye-wear and gaze upon the windows of his soul. Your heart quickened further, anticipation built on the very hill you’ve silently swore to die on for this make or break turn of events. 

Has the day come for him to finally say it? 

You whispered the very words you’ve often given him, the endless ‘I love you’s’ that were often replied with “I knows” and “thank yous”. Days when you’d want to wring his neck or stuff him inside your pocket and whisk him away from the Order — days unlike today where he knew exactly what to say to make it all better. To make all the pain go away and allow herself to redemption to start anew. Today, he said the words… to Mimi Mirage’s Pink Planet in the perfect key and timing.

“I wanna be your dream girl I’m gonna be your dream girl”

Plo distangles himself from you, his hand cupping his antiox mask with a hearty laugh before rubbing his temples and taking a seat on the couch beside the bed. 

Nothing in this world would have made you feel better and would have rid you of the storm that brewed in your apartment for weeks than to hear your favorite three-hundred and eighty-four year-old Kel Dor Jedi utter the words “I wanna be your dream girl, I’m gonna be your dream girl.”

The room was soon an echo of you laughing so hard you wept a little. Then complained that your cheeks stung and that your stomach felt knotted from having to crease up. You’ve also boldly asked him to sing more of it — of which he politely declined, responding of talks of copyright and apprehension in jest.

As you simmer down and the minutes turn to hours of light conversation, you sigh and ready yourself for a nap. It had been such an exhausting week and with sleep finally blessing her with attendance, she turned to his side and momentarily watched him in his meditative state. With a yawn and a kiss to the little one (Plo-plushie), your eyes grow heavy.

Part of you wanted to wake him up and confess what it was that had gotten you down this rabbit hole of misery, paranoia, anxiety, and immense sadness, but you weren’t his burden to  bear. You weren’t anyone’s burden to bear. 

Your eyes finally submit, once more enveloped in darkness as your voice fades to a whisper. “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you. I just don’t know where home is anymore, Plo. I don’t know where you are in my life anymore either. But you don’t have to know that…” 

Unbeknownst to you, Plo knew exactly what the answer was. 

And just as you have drifted to the land of dreams, his hand hovers over yours, light enough to touch but never wake you. 

“Right here.” He says.

“Right here.”

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[yandere-kittee]

Emilia Smith (Female Yandere x Female Reader)

Contains: Emotional Manipulation

Emilia meets someone who's indifferent to her charms.

Emilia was used to getting what she wants, may it be attention, clothes or anything else that wanted, she was not only pampered by her Aunt and Uncle, but she was also pampered by her peers.

There was something about her that made them want to protect her or do everything that she asks.

Because of that, she has a bad reputation from girls because she's stolen their boyfriends from them.

She was always being cornered by the girls and being intimidated by them, they were so annoying, so she decided to use her charms to her advantage and would target her bullies and turn people against them.

So Imagine her surprise when she had first met you, people often complimented her looks, even the people that had just met her, often telling her she was like an angel.

Though, they don't seem to know her true form.

The two of you met at a library, she was out to read quietly and couldn't reach a book she was eyeing since the books placement was too high up for her to grab it, though a hand had already grabbed it and handed it to her.

Her wide doe eyes looked at your tired ones as you looked down at her, she had flashed you an innocent and bright smile as a small 'thank you' left her lips.

You had just nodded and went to another section of the library, looking for the book you needed to read for a report.

While you left Emilia alone, she stared at you with her mouth agape.

You didn't react?

Like at all??

No, maybe it's because you were a girl that you didn't budge much from her charm, you'll come along when the two of you met again.

And boy was that day too soon.

Apparently, you had started becoming a Professor's assitant in the college that Emilia had been studying at, it was like pure coincidence.

Whenever Emilia saw you, she would bother you with questions about the teachings that you help with, just wanting to get some sort of reaction from you.

But alas, you were more harder to please than she had originally thought.

You were strictly professional, you weren't kind or laid back as a Professor's Assistant, you took your job seriously and would be super focused during discussions.

It made Emilia feel weird.

No man has ever made her feel this way, so to think that she is feeling this way because of you, a woman, was indifferent to her charms.

Little did Emilia know was that she didn't feel that way towards any man was because she wasn't actually into men.

She only wanted their attention.

~♥~

Another one done!~ This was sitting in my drafts for a bit because I didn't know how to continue Emilia's story.

But anyways, I hope you enjoyed this! If you want to send me asks or requests about my current oc's then let me know!

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[astoldbychae]

I want all the evens of the Lovey Dovey questions for Messiah even tho he doesn't deserve it

Not even tho he doesn't deserve it *flatlines*...He's tryna call you twinny...He needs you to take him off of Do Not Disturb. 🤣

♥ (02) Does another OC love your OC? If so, whom, and does your OC know?

Yes, Angel and [redacted]. He knows Angel does and has been in his feelings about their break up for some time now. As for [redacted]...No, he doesn't. He thinks she forgot about him after all these years. Who this is will be revealed at a later date...*grinch smile*

♥ (04) Are there any romantic gestures that your OC hates?

He's not big on surprises. Although they are most likely innocent & thoughtful, in his erratic mind he feels like it's a set-up. He's done some things in his past and he's always on alert.

♥ (06) What is the most romantic thing that has been done for your OC?

For his birthday, Angel planned a baecation in Sulani. 3 days and 2 nights of good vibes, good food, and good sex! They would've stayed longer but he's very busy with running his clubs, so she had to use those few days to her advantage. [this wasn't a surprise, she had to tell him she wanted to take him somewhere far away for him to relax with just him & her...also she needed him to clear his schedule in advance LOL]

♥ (08) What is your OC’s dream marriage proposal?

He's been on the fence about being married. After he fucked up on Chana (his daughter Amiri's mother who he was engaged to years ago), He hasn't really thought about seriously settling down. Deep down He wants love but he tends to fuck it up (word to the Villainous Valentine aspiration).

♥ (10) What is your OC’s favorite big way to show their love?

It used to be sex but as he's aged he's learned what real intimacy means, so quality time (especially since he's very busy, if he's clearing/shifting his schedule for you that's big for him). When he's in love, date night is important for him. He likes to do fun/adventurous things. He also enjoys giving gifts. If she has a dog, he's literally treating her dog as one of his children. That's one of the ways He got Angel, that dog LOVES him.

♥ (12) What do you love most about your OC?

I love that he's my wild card! He's got the Villainous Valentine aspiration with erratic, jealous, romantic, active, and family oriented traits. You just NEVER know what you're gonna get with him. Literally keeps me on my toes!

♥ (14) Does your OC have any romantic traditions?

Nah, no romantic traditions. Folding you up like a pretzel is what he considers a romantic tradition.🤦🏽‍♀️

♥ (16) What is your OC’s ideal first date?

Something adventurous and fun. If it's wild, that's a bonus! (Did I mention he has the Adrenaline Seeker lifestyle?)

♥ (18) Does your OC have a “type”?

He loves thick and curvy women with a nice set of lips...both sets. He's an ass man for sure but the hips & thighs is what drives him crazy. If she's short, that's also a plus!

♥ (20) How does your OC feel about public displays of affection?

He's here for it! All of it! He's freaky tho...so it's bound to turn him on and turn into something else.

♥ (22) How often does your OC read romantic literature?

If it's not about money or business (or his daughter's homework) baby boy is not reading about it. Lol

♥ (24) How does your OC determine that they’re attracted to someone?

If he can have deep conversations but also shoot the shit with you, that'll get him. If you have a sense of humor and a smart mouth...He's hooked!

♥ (26) Is your OC ever the first to say “I love you”?

Yes, when he was with [redacted] as a teen and next with his daughter's (Amiri) mother. He was actually engaged to her but she broke it off because he cheated with someone from one of his strip clubs and had a baby. He said it first to Angel also but it was when they were fuckin, so...at that time I don't know if he really loved her or if her coochie was just hella good. LMAO

So he definitely will if his heart is in it. He's romantic and has a tendency to fall in love hard when he does.

♥ (28) What is something unconventional that your OC thinks is romantic?

Doing puzzles together. He LOVES puzzles!

♥ (30) What is your OC’s favorite romantic movie?

Love & Basketball. He knows it line for line!

[yutopia-eleftheria]

May we have sexuality headcanons for the extra fellows who aren’t neighbors 🙏

Oh interesting ! Actually I didn't thought of that, thanks for suggesting this ! There are not so many characters apart from the neighbors, but still they are here ! So there you go dear Anon ! ♥

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TNMN Side Characters Sexuality Headcanons (Apart from the Neighbors)

D.D.D. Agent : Pangender Straight-Ally

Although not made explicitly clear, the D.D.D. Agent is very open-minded when it comes to genders and stuff. They can make you feel more comfortable about your sexuality, as they will always be by your side.

Henry : Bisexual Aroace

Although they are interested in both men and women, it is not the main thing that occupies Henry's mind. Love is not really what they are looking for yet...

The Clown : Pansexual Demiboy

Let's make it clear ; it would be hard to find someone more open than this mysterious individual known as "The Clown". What if this guy secretly loves the Doormans working in here ?

Hooded Man : Gray-Romantic Genderfluid Abrosexual

Pretty much nothing is known about this mysterious hooded man, but on the other side, they seems to know more than we know, especially towards the D.D.D. ... Could they be more than what they seems ?

Nightmare Clown : Lithromantic Pansexual Demifluid

Somehow open, but at the same time selective, this nightmarish clown is definitely something else. Let's just say you better be careful when you encounter him and play his card game...

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BONUS ! :

Mindy Mosses (my OC, bottom right) : Genderfluid Hypersexual Hermaphrodite

Francis Mosses' half sister is one of a kind in pretty much everything : personality, physique (let's say she is thick...), and genes. I guess Steven is lucky ... or is he ?

What her face looks like in-game.

[tenyrasims]

Red Emoji OC Asks ❤️‍🩹

🐞, 🎸and ❤️ for Kiyoshi.

🥩, ❗️ for Aidan

and

🌹, 💔 and 🎈for Ashina

Pls 😎

Uh thats a lot 😂 ok, lets start~

🐞 - What does a perfect day look like for your oc? What do they do? Who do they see? ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Well you would actually guess hes the type to sleep in but hes not. He would get up at 5 a.m to go for a damn jog (cause he barely sleeps anyway bc of his nightmares) comes back, get breakfast with Daiki. Then it depends where Daiki would drag him. He also doesnt mind watching Daiki draw his paintings or learn for school ... even if hes looking more him than anything else😂 If it comes to him he would actually go play basketball with the boys before getting to training either dancing or taekwondo. At evening he can settle down if he got enough exercise and is satisfied if he can cuddle and watching a movie with him c: If hes tired he can get a real cutie 😊

🎸 - What’s your character’s music taste like? Do they have one or two artists they play on repeat or do they have a varied and eclectic collection of music? Do they like mainstream artists or prefer underground musicians? What genres do they enjoy? ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pretty mixed he mostly listen to rock but is also into rap and RnB He always acts like the tough guy but pretty deep thinking. So he often listens to music which resembles his insides.

❤️ - Who is the most important person to your character? To what lengths would they go to protect this person? ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Thats pretty obvious. Its Daiki for sure. He would go to hell and back to keep him safe. and he would be able to manage this easy and kick asses. 😂

🥩 - Does your oc have any coping mechanisms? Healthy or unhealthy?

Oh yea - mostly drugs any kind of. He smokes a lot and drinks too much if hes stressed.

❗️ - What was the scariest moment of your character’s life? Does it still affect them?

Oh yea there were a lot scarie moments of his life. But hes not the type to get scared from something. There was just one moment which is also part of their story where he nearly lost Ashina and this feeling shattered his whole world to the core.

🌹 - What does your oc find attractive in other people? Are these traits found in their friends and/or romantic partners? Are they found in themselves?

Ashina loves a challenge and she can't do anything with shy, submissive guys. That bores her pretty quick. She more the "I ruin bad boys" type of girl. The only who can mess with her temper is actually Aidan because he calms her down - and thats a trait she needs to find in someone which she actually dont know of that she need badly. Somewhere she can find peace. She need someone who can deal with her moods and personalities, is the same type of crazy without giving into her too quick. Someone who also take her on a leash if shes overdoing it. And yea all of this is Aidan.

💔 - Who has your character hurt most? Physically or emotionally? How did it feel? Do they regret it?

Uh yea, she hurted a lot of people in the past but the most? humm probably Aidan as she lied about that she slept with Kiyoshi in Dare to Love me as they broke up because all Aidan wanted was to protect her. She knew it would hit him hard because they are like brothers. She just got overboard there. And also ruined their friendship so they dont speak to eachother anymore. upsi ~

🎈 - What does your character do at parties? Are they a wallflower or a party animal? Do they go with friends or alone?

hmm depents if shes drinking or na :D but if yea - dancing on tables, getting wasted, she wouldnt mind going alone dont worry. But Aidan wont let her 😂 trust me he never would. He just knows her too good.

Thanks for the ask ♥

[butimnogirlstoy]

Alright alright, let's get this over with.

★I ain't from here, but this ain't my first rodeo on the internet ☾Call me Julius, Kitty, or Voltaire! ♥︎They/Them, Ze/Zim, Xe/Xer pronouns are default. He/Him is the newest update! Check it out.

-Pronouns/Neopronouns I'll accept are: Toon/Toons/Toonself, Zir/Zer/Zeirs, and Ey/Em/Eirs ☀︎AroAce, Genderfluid in various ways, and xenogender user; my gender is beyond my understanding. ★Therian, Fictionkin/Toonian, Otherkin, and generally a shapeshifter! I am simply not human in any way, and have many forms in all levels, besides physical. Sometimes. ☾Know how I mentioned being a shapeshifter? Well, that includes my age. I'm an older teen, but I sometimes feel younger, around pre-teen age. Y'all probably won't ever notice this, but just a heads up!

☻This is a safe space for people of all minorities! LGBTQIA+, neurodivergency, otherkin, etc.

☻I generally don't care if you ship yourself, or a character/OC with Julius. Or with my OC's in general! I love shipping.

☻I don't care for tone tags. 9 out of 10 times I'll understand the undertones. However, if I respond in a way you weren't expecting, I likely didn't understand your message/comment!

☹︎However, I do not tolerate discrimination. You don't have to understand someone to be a decent person to them. So please, racists, ableists, homo/transphobes, etcetera...Leave.

☹︎While I'm Julius and a part of the Disney franchise, don't automatically assume a random Mickey or Oswald Toonian/Fictionkin is my friends/brothers! Or that I'm dating someone based on Cannon or Fannon media. I doubt I need to specify anything else since Alice Comedies are as unknown as ever.

☹︎Remember that the stories I write and art I present are not depictions of what I believe. This is heavy with Julius! Remember, if he's not drawn as my Toonian self, then that is him as a character ina story, not a representation of me.

☹︎This blog isn't the most family-friendly; or at least, will contain disturbing content. Nothing graphically suggestive.

☹︎Even if I don't mind shipping, understand others might not feel the same way; this is mostly to all my Toonian/Fictionkin pals that I'm close with

DNI As mentioned before, racists, homophobes, etc. ★ Extreme/Intense shippers with hateful opinions ★ Trauma-dumpers ★ TikTok Alts (The ones who think EVERY alt. subculture has politics) ★ TikTok Scene kids (The ones who think Scene kids need to be progressive to be scene kids) ★ TERFS ★ Sexists

This blog will contain art, links to animations, reposts, and just me being an idiot! As of making this I've been sick and woozy because of it, so I've been shit posting a ton.

As of now, my latest project has been Tooned Out! A story on forgotten, beloved, and new Toons banding together to solve a mystery. Check out my alt. blog, @toonedoutofficial for chapter updates, art, and general commentary!

Please keep in mind that I'm trying to figure myself out. This might stay the same, or change dramatically.

[bg3-apprecimaytion]

Hey! Just a quick question about what can be included. When you say "for other people's characters. Whether it be for a Tav, Durge, OC, or even a reader character set in a specific fic's universe," does that mean we can create something for, e.g., a specific fic's version of Halsin? Or a specific fic's AU Astarion? Thanks!

Yes, absolutely! If you enjoyed, say, a Bloodweave fic, or a Shadowzel fic, or a Wyll fic, and you wanted to write or draw something in that fic's universe with that version of the character(s), that absolutely applies!

I apologize for the wording because that's not made 100% clear, but it really can be anything from an OC to an x Reader to someone else's interpretation of a BG3 character! Thank you for the ask ♥

[xotherwcrldsx]

(03), (11), and (13) for Amy! 🫶🏽 ✨️

♥ (03) Are there any romantic gestures that your OC loves?

Amy loves when someone indulges her—like watching her favorite movies with her or listening to her ramble about things on her mind. Her love languages are quality time and words of affirmation above all else.

Real words of affirmation and being validated in her feelings is always something she yearns for. She wants to be understood and seen for who she is. It's why flirting or being called "hot" or "pretty" doesn't do much for her, and it's why most guys never even had a chance with her. She would just roll her eyes at it.

She also loves a protective streak—knowing that if she'll kill for someone she loves to protect them, they'll return the favor. She never realized just how much she actually liked that until she met Lubdan, but honestly it was always something she gravitated towards with her book taste (the girl falling in love with a monster that would do anything for her).

♥ (11) What do others love most about your OC?

Her loyalty to those she loves, her determination, and especially her unwillingness to change who she is. Amy never cared about fitting in. She liked being away from crowds and not attending parties in high school (though she did try a few times in college and found them to be too overstimulating). Her interests were always different from other girls her age growing up and somehow made her outcasted, but she learned to go with it, and found comfort in being alone and with her hobbies (painting and reading). Her family always came first to her, anyway.

♥ (13) How does your OC show their love to those that are not their partner(s)?

Amy shows her love by spending time with her family—she can easily get lost in conversation with a loved one. But if the time calls for it, she will sit there and listen carefully. She will also offer help whenever or wherever it's needed—whether it's helping her mother make dinner or set up the table, or offering to help her dad with a kill, she's always there if they need her. She's not the best with giving advice (she is sometimes worried about saying the wrong thing, like her father), but she will try her best if she thinks someone in her family needs it.

[perotovar]

into the beat of the night (interlude) "shake"

pairing: frankie morales/oc!river price (they/them) rating: E (18+) chapter warnings: swearing, this is honestly just pwp, fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms (referenced), overstimulation, frankie being a god damn menace, sub!river this time, takes place sometime after ch6 but could realistically be read as standalone as long as you know they're together. if i missed anything else lmk! word count: 1.3k dividers by @saradika-graphics beta: @scenaaario

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series summary: frankie thought he had himself figured out by now. he liked both men and women, had dated both in the past. but when someone that challenges what he thinks that means comes into his life, in an unlikely place, he truly learns who he is, and more importantly, who he loves.

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Frankie’s often thought about how lucky he is: his honorable discharge, whatever got him out of Colombia mostly intact, and Marisol’s presence when he wasn’t sure he had anything to keep going for.

But he thinks walking into that goth club might be slowly making its way up the list for him.

“F-Frankie,” River panted, looking pleadingly up at him with big, wet eyes. “Please,” they whined. They dug their blunt nails into his shoulder with one hand, and gripped around his wrist with the other. “I’m–”

“Shh…” Frankie smirks, speeding up the pace of his fingers. “I’ve only got a few more minutes before I gotta leave for work, okay? We still need at least two more.”

River groaned, swollen lips parted as they watched those thick fingers of his appearing and disappearing inside of them. They had been at it since Frankie’s alarm clock went off early that morning. He woke up in a determined mood, and River lost count of how many orgasms Frankie had given them. Their head lolled back against Frankie’s arm, long hair draped over the only thing keeping them upright. River’s legs trembled, one foot dangling off the dining room table, and the other planted against the surface of the table. 

Frankie watched their eyes glaze over and the blush on their cheeks deepen in color. They were close, he could tell. “You gonna be good and give me another one?” He grinned, removing the two fingers inside them, a satisfying squelch hitting his ears. River moaned weakly at the emptiness, their chest heaving before they gulped and nodded as they looked up at his face. He pressed the pads of those two fingers against their clit and rubbed in tight little circles. “C’mon, baby,” he grumbled against their neck before sucking lightly at the tattooed flesh.

River whined pathetically, their thighs shaking even harder around his arm. The hand that was around his wrist moved to brace themselves on the table. Their fingernails dug into the table as they scratched against the wood. “F-fuck,” they moaned, biting their lip. Blood thundered in their ears in time with their rapid heartbeat. “I-inside, please.”

“Only because you asked so nicely,” Frankie smirked, his bear paw of a hand covering them entirely as he swirled around their clit a few more times. His middle finger teasingly moved from their clit down to their opening at an agonizingly slow pace, making River groan in frustration. He chuckled darkly, slipping the tip of his finger inside them until it was as deep as it could go. River’s whole body went taut briefly before relaxing, their hips meeting the rhythm his hand was making in a gentle wave. “Mmm, very good,” he hummed, kissing up their neck until his lips latched onto their earlobe to nibble lovingly.

The surface of the table between River’s legs was soaked. They’d built up a little puddle as Frankie pulled orgasm after orgasm out of them, and it was about to get even worse. Their eyes shot open as the feeling low in their tummy felt��� different. “Frankie,” they whimpered, looking at him with those big eyes again. “I’m– It’s not–”

Frankie looked at their face with mock worry, slipping his ring finger in alongside the middle one. “What is it, sweet thing?” He grinned, picking up the pace of his fingers again. Their pussy was loud, wet squelching sounds filling the air around them. He pressed the pad of his thumb against their clit and rubbed hard. River’s eyes rolled back and they moaned out into the apartment, unable to speak.

“Can’t even say anything, can you?” He pouted, his tone saccharine. The arm holding them up moved slightly so he could tangle his fingers into their long hair, the tips running over the back of their neck teasingly. He gripped onto their sweaty hair and forced them to look him in the eye. “You gonna come? Look at me when you do.”

River’s entire body shuddered as they nodded obediently, biting their lip.

“Good,” Frankie grumbled lowly, watching their face closely. It didn’t take much longer after that for their face to twist in pleasure and for their hips to halt all movement as they came hard. River’s body shook like a leaf as wetness covered Frankie’s entire hand. “Mmm, that’s it,” he hummed comfortingly, the hand on the back of their head cradling their neck. River’s hips rolled with the waves of their orgasm, making them whine pathetically. “Shh…” Frankie kissed their forehead, keeping his curved nose buried in their hair. They wrapped their shaking arms around Frankie’s torso as the last few aftershocks wracked through their body.

“C-can’t go again,” they panted, face buried in the fabric of his t-shirt. 

“‘S okay, baby, I know,” he smiled, kissing the top of their head. He slid his fingers out of them, one final gush of slick landing in the little puddle on the table. Frankie’s hand gripped River’s hip and pulled their body towards his own so he could hold them for a few moments. They stayed wrapped in each other’s arms for a little while until River came down and could breathe evenly again. “Was a big one, huh?” 

River hummed in satisfaction and nodded against his chest. Their hair was messy and sticking to every part of their sweaty body. 

“You want some water?” 

River squeezed their arms around Frankie’s soft middle before saying, “Yes, please,” in a quiet voice.

“You’re gonna have to let go of me for that, Río,” Frankie grinned.

River pouted before reluctantly detaching from him. He looked over their flushed face and relaxed body, smiling to himself. He leaned over and pressed his lips to theirs in a gentle kiss, but it slowly built to something deeper. River hummed into his mouth and cupped his cheeks with their hands. Frankie parted and pressed his forehead to theirs. “Be right back,” he whispered, eyes never leaving their face until he stepped into the kitchen next to them. 

“Wait, don’t you have work?” River asked from the table, pointedly sitting next to the little puddle they created. “And could you grab some paper towels?” They added quietly, a blush creeping up their neck.

“I can be a few minutes late,” Frankie said as he came into the dining room, a glass of water in one hand and a roll of paper towels in the other. He handed them the glass first and set the paper towels next to them on the table. He made a little growly sound deep in his chest at the sight, but forced himself not to act on it. He couldn’t be that late. 

“I’ll take care of it,” River smiled shyly, taking a big gulp of water. 

“You better,” Frankie smirked, hands laying on their thighs as he stepped between their legs again. “Want you to take a shower while I’m gone, okay? And do one of those weird face masks you like so much. Since I can’t be here to take care of you properly,” he frowned, kissing their cheek. 

“Yes, sir,” River rolled their eyes and pinched his hip. They took another drink of their water and set the empty glass behind them on the table. “You better go.”

Frankie sighed and nodded, giving them one final, proper kiss before he stepped back. He reached the door and grabbed his keys from the little dish on the table. When he looked back, River was leaning on their elbows on the table, one leg gracefully draped over the other. Their tattooed skin was shiny with sweat still and they were perfectly content with staying naked right on his dining room table. A shiver traveled down Frankie’s spine at the sight of them.

River waved their hand at him and giggled mischievously. “Go!”

Frankie shut the door behind him with a smile on his face, and a tightness in his jeans he hoped would be gone by the time he got to work.

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Whiskey on Love

Ofc taking this OC questionaire from Connie (@crashtestbunny)

(01) Is your OC in love? If so, with whom, and for how long? ♥

Yup. Victoria (MW19 timeline) is in love with Simon. He's in love with her too.

Depending on the 'timeframe' you pick, they either JUST met and have mutual respect for one another (slowly inching toward love) OR have been married for 3 years.

(02) Does another OC love your OC? If so, whom, and does your OC know? ♥

Victoria is a very 'People don't like me' believer. And yet somehow she has a loving husband and is very good friends with Meabh and knows Meabh loves her, so... (She loves her back)

(03) Are there any romantic gestures that your OC loves? ♥

Victoria is pragmatic and a fan of acts of service. In days where she's swamped and hasn't had time to take care of herself, Simon drops off food, drinks, meds, and runs a hand over her hair before promptly leaving. It always puts a smile on her face.

Secondarily, she likes flowers. Tulips, especially. Whenever Simon gets home from missions (if it's not the middle of the night), he brings her tulips from the local flower shop.

(04) Are there any romantic gestures that your OC hates? ♥

PDA. When you're out in public, do not perceive that she has a physical form. She will allow her partner (Simon) to do ANYTHING in private. But in public? God forbid he tries to so much as hug her, she's punching him in the balls.

(05) What is the most romantic thing your OC has done for someone else? ♥

If we're going off of 'traditional' romance, she crocheted a balaclava for Ghost. It's the only balaclava he has that isn't covered in chalk or paint from him making designs on it. It's black all over. He uses it a lot for winter missions underneath his regular skull-faced balaclava. It has her initials crocheted in the back.

If not then, she's fireman carried Simon after a bad mission back to the helo, down from a goddamn skyscraper: 30 floors, while he was actively bleeding out against her neck. Yelled at him the whole way down to keep him awake and responsive.

(06) What is the most romantic thing that has been done for your OC? ♥

Traditionally romantic: Simon slow-dances with her in the kitchen, in their pajamas, every Sunday morning (as long as they're both on leave). She doesn't know why she likes it or how it started.

Non-traditional: Simon's killed the man who got her father and brother killed. Got Victoria's heart going badunk badunk when he dragged the guy's aliven't body in front of her and dropped it at her feet.

(07) How successful is your OC at flirting with others? ♥

She knows how to flirt and consciously chooses not to. I'd say she could be successful if she intended to be.

(08) What is your OC’s dream marriage proposal? ♥

Victoria sort of imagined the stereotypical Go Out for Dinner > Go for a Secluded Walk > He Gets Down on One Knee as being the go-to and never considered anything else. Anything else would be too flashy for her either way.

Until Simon murmurs in her ear, one late night when they're both struck by a bout of insomnia:

"If something happens to me, I'd want you to get the widow's pension." "Yeah, same, it'd just make sense to- Are you proposing to me, Simon?" "Yes." "Okay."

(09) What is your OC’s favorite small way to show their love? ♥

She catches Simon eye and then fidgets with her wedding band (or bare ring finger!) in his field of view. It's an unspoken 'I love you'. He responds by doing the same to his own.

(10) What is your OC’s favorite big way to show their love? ♥

Acts of service. Both in private or in public. Refilling Simon's tea cup has been her go-to 'big' gesture for years. Even before they fell in love, the fact he trusted her to do it and to get it right every time, spoke volumes.

(11) What do others love most about your OC? ♥

She's direct. And that's a good and a bad thing. She can look both a General and a Private in the eye and speak to both with the same bluntness (as long as she has a decent rapport with them!). You'll never doubt if she has hidden intentions, she doesn't. She says what she thinks.

(12) What do you love most about your OC? ♥

She's got a strong personality and yet she's so *simple* to 'step into', her voice is clear when I'm writing for her. She's strong and determined and honest and blunt!

(I came up with her sort of on a whim because I had a plot and no OC to execute it with and so tailored her to the plot instead of the other way around... And somehow still came up with an OC that makes my heart swell with pride and joy.)

(13) How does your OC show their love to those that are not their partner(s)? ♥

She makes an effort to care for them, to use their love language, even if it's not something she's comfortable with. Using Meabh as an example, Victoria chuckles at her shenanigans/jokes (plus gets involved), hugs her, lets her sleep in her bed, etc.

(14) Does your OC have any romantic traditions? ♥

Victoria and Simon bathe together whenever they came back from missions. (Not as soon as they come back! But in the evening of the same day/following day.)

All other times they shower alone and are quick and efficient. But after a mission, especially a hard one, they bathe together and hold each other tight.

(15) What is your OC’s favorite type of Valentine’s Day candy? ♥

Surprisingly enough, Victoria likes chocolate-covered strawberries.

(16) What is your OC’s ideal first date? ♥

It's been so long since she's dated!!! When she was younger and less jaded, it would've been 'Coffee and a walk' and maybe some type of activity together like an arcade. Now? The woman's happy with a movie where they can sit down and not talk.

(17) Could your OC fall in love with someone they’ve never met in person? ♥

No. Not because looks are important, but because a lot of her communicating with people is through body language and eye contact. Can't do that over a phone camera or something, when your body language cuts off at the shoulders.

(18) Does your OC have a “type”? ♥

Men: She likes them tall, mysterious, with deep voices and the ability to kill a man. (Simon. Her type is Simon.) She didn't know she had a type until she met Simon.

Women: Masculine women, surprisingly. Also goths.

(19) How highly does your OC value love (platonic, romantic, or otherwise)? ♥

They're all at the same level and that's low. Doesn't mean she doesn't value it or cherish it or anything. But between her career and trauma, she's trying to heal and she definitely puts that first. Which is why falling for Simon and making friends (other than Meabh) is not something she's expecting.

(20) How does your OC feel about public displays of affection? ♥

Answered that above: KILL IT. KILL IT WITH FIRE.

(21) Does your OC believe in love at first sight? ♥

No. But she definitely believes in 'Romantic interest at first sight'.

(22) How often does your OC read romantic literature? ♥

Victoria likes romance. Not the sappy stuff. But she's a sucker for Wild West, Regency or Viking themed novels and they've gotta be somewhat dark/dangerous. More like prefers action/adventure with some romance in there.

(23) What is your OC’s favorite nice thing to do for themselves? ♥

Self-care! Face masks (away from the scar!), a nice soak in the bath, paints her nails! Also tries and fails to restore the damage she does to her hair with hair-gel and tying it up into a bun for work.

(24) How does your OC determine that they’re attracted to someone? ♥

When she finds herself looking at them more often than ever before. Queen of Eye Contact Until They Look Away. ™️ Doesn't work with Ghost. Or, rather, the 'looking away' doesn't work. The eye contact does work and VERY well.

(25) Does your OC believe in soulmates? ♥

Yes. Not like 'omg you're my soulmate' but, 'My soul feels at peace around you, that has to mean something'.

(26) Is your OC ever the first to say “I love you”? ♥

Victoria does NOT say the words ever. Finds it actually cringe. Simon doesn't either. They don't need to say it though. The amount of eye contact they make and hand signs they communicate through, anything can be deemed an affectionate display of devotion.

(27) How does your OC typically spend their Valentine’s Day? ♥

On leave: Eating chocolate-covered strawberries and drinking whiskey in her living room while watching a bad romance movie with Ghost.

Deployed: He sends her a picture of his hand holding a tumbler of whiskey wherever he is. / She returns the sentiment with one of her own/chocolate.

(28) What is something unconventional that your OC thinks is romantic? ♥

Nothing more unconventional than Simon killing a man for her.

That being said, sometimes when they've got enough freedom to talk to one another during missions (doing overwatch), they'll debate all sorts of things over comms. If someone taps in to call one of them, all they hear is Whiskey on minute 27 of an in-depth film analysis of Good Will Hunting, Fight Club, etc.

(29) What is your OC’s favorite love song? ♥

Ed Sheeran - Give Me Love (she's a big Ed Sheeran fan!)

(30) What is your OC’s favorite romantic movie?

Me Before You.

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hii, wanted to send an ask for the oc game you reblogged a few days ago ♥️ (/post/745356042858364928). questions 2, 12 & 14 (from @aurillium, this is my main blog) c:

hello!! thank you so much for the ask, im so sorry it took me way too long to get to it!! ;w;/♥ I'm gonna use Fenella for this one since I haven't gotten to talk about her yet!

2. Do they distance themself from their background or embrace it?

She used to unquestionably embrace being a Duchess of the Court, but in more recent times Fenella has been caught between continuing to embrace it, and distancing herself as far from it as she possibly can. Sometimes she sees what a little distance from it feels like, either by cloaking herself to walk in the Grove or Lion's Arch, or by simply leaving a small decision up to someone else. She's slowly drifting toward desiring more distance, rather than continuing to embrace her role.

12. Generally, what's most people's first impression of them? + What impression do they want to leave on others?

Fenella doesn't give off the initial impression of being a Duchess. She's on the shorter side, and stands with a little fluid grace with her staff. Her shoulders remain relaxed and she's very friendly, leading more to think of her as a gentle mentoring-figure of some kind. This is the impression that she likes to leave, and it's likely that she's spent some years honing how to give that impression! But there's always that little dissonance in how it's technically wrong. She is short and kind, but there's also merciless calculation behind those warm eyes.

14. Is their worldview colorful or grey?

Her desire for distance from her background is due to her worldview changing! It used to be very colorful; she was part of the Court in its early days and thought it had a respectable mission of a sort. As time went on, and the Court became darker and more outright violent and cruel, her worldview dulled. Now she wants that colorful view back, which she's seen from her children that distance and adventure can do!