#polynesian sex

[risforrogue]

Sometimes, I learn something new from reading yaoi. 🤔🤔🤔

[sohannabarberaesque]

PETER POTAMUS, after quite a wonderful night in the Polynesian manner of lovemaking in some uncharted region therefor: Breathes there anything most magical than spending the night in most wondrous mating Polynesian stylee? HIS LOVER FOR THE NIGHT, giggling with some delight: What else could be more magical a way to spend the night, come to think of it?

[naughtyjjk]

i have so many wips right now it's not even funny... let me know if any of these interest you guys! technically there's more than this but these are just the ones i've made the most progress on so far

massage part 3 with nanami

polynesian sex with nanami

gojo teasing you with his long fingers

sequel of stripper au with both gojo and geto

phone sex operator with toji

[tototalks]

🎵 Pretty woman, walking down the street, pretty woman, the kind I’d like to meet, pretty woman. 🎵

Let’s go!! Time for 💎 Pet 💎

- ‘Ancel was a virgin the first twelve times he has sex. The thirteenth time, it lacked all plausibility’ - What a way to start a story and give insight into the world Ancel lives in.

- You would be SHOCKED how much us redheads get the “does the carpet match the drapes” question from total strangers. Ancel is really living the authentic ginger experience. 😂

- In the times of ancient Greeks and Romans, redheaded slaves were more expensive because they were rarer. In that way, Ancel was designed perfectly to align with his character. Love that choice by Pacat! ♥️

- Ancel has a goal and I respect it, and he’s never once tried to hide it. It’s pretty clear that his love of expensive things comes from having very little at the start of life.

- It’s interesting to gain the perspective of a character detached from the thought of sex being emotionally significant. A first night was everything to Erasmus, and sex is hugely tied in with intimacy and emotional connection for Laurent. Jord and Aimeric fell in love while having sex. Whereas sex, to Ancel, is a means to an end. It’s literally his job.

- Love the implication that pets have their own hierarchy and contracts are fiercely competitive. They have their own little community.

- Ancel uses everything he has to his advantage to incredible effect. He’s pretty, witty, and talented. Whenever he walks into a room it’s like that scene from ‘How to Lose Friends and Alienate People’ where Megan Fox walks through the middle of the pool. Lol

- Now this may be the deeply ingrained European stereotypes I grew up with, but in the same way Laurent is French and Damen is Greek, Berenger is 100% German.

- You always get the sense that even though Ancel is bold and daring, he’s still tiptoeing and walking on eggshells. He completely reinvents himself for every new master he has.

- Haha Isagoras! - very on the nose and I love it

- It makes perfect sense that Ancel can’t read and cares little for long epics and poems. I’d be willing to bet though, that he has an amazing memory because of this. Uneducated does not equal unintelligent.

- Love that Ancel’s there all wide eyed like “yes! Please teach me to ride!” while internally he’s like “ew ew ew”. Don’t blame him. Horses are terrifying.

- I like that Berenger does find out Ancel is faking his interests and tells him that he doesn’t have to pretend. From there, Ancel is clearly more himself and more comfortable.

- In addition, although he’s a creature of habit, Berenger is actually really sweet 🥺🥺

- “Luxury suits you” “hell yeah it does.”

- I am so fascinated by Ancel and Erasmus existing in the same social sphere, and Ancel wondering why Erasmus doesn’t use the fact he’s beautiful for power, and dammit I’m going to have to write that fic, aren’t I? 😭

- Ancel and Berenger are mismatched but that’s what works so well about them with Berenger negotiating and Ancel naturally drawing attention to himself. They make up for one another’s differences.

- Ancel giving Berenger fashion advice, and Berenger ignoring it every time in favour of ✨another brown jacket✨

- I’m also liking the implication that Ancel enjoys being a pet and gaining attention for power because he knows what it’s like to be powerless. I personally like to think that he saw Nicaise’s situation and somewhat understood to a certain degree. I can imagine he would’ve been quite young when he started too.

- Fun fact! Ancel’s fire performance is actually reminiscent of a real dance! It’s a Polynesian art called Siva Afi and was traditionally a war dance, except instead of burning cloth on the ends of the baton, there are burning knives. Very cool! 🔥

- Ancel 🤝 Kris Jenner - all publicity is good publicity and I will make billionaires out of a scandal and watch people be jealous.

- The kiss being the first implication that Berenger actually does desire Ancel. Ooh boy, you ain’t hiding that much longer.

- The kiss is also the catalyst for Berenger ending the contract, and I can imagine that Ancel is so confused as to what he did wrong, not realising the circumstances behind the decision. 😞

- It’s absolutely wild looking back on the garden scene from a different perspective and realising that absolutely no one wanted that mess to happen.

- “You’re old.” - once again, ouch.

- Ancel being annoyed at seeing the lords go and ‘coddle’ Erasmus serves to highlight the wildly different appeals Ancel and Erasmus have as pets. Bold and daring vs. Sweet and modest. They would be unstoppable as friends. Shit, I’m really going to have to write that fic now, or read one that hopefully some talented person out there has written already 🙏

- Love that Ancel doesn’t rat Berenger out to the Regent - the Regent doesn’t even want him, and I’m sure Ancel is faintly remembering Nicaise mentioning that he’s “too old” 🤢

- And then the big reveal that Berenger was trying to protect Ancel as he supported Laurent’s bid for the throne; and Ancel realising that Berenger does, in fact, like him. Callback to “isn’t everyone looking for someone to be loyal to?” Sensational.

- I also, for my personal brain rot reasons, need Laurent and Ancel to strike up a bargain by which Ancel listens to all the pet gossip and rats out to Laurent which of the masters are disobeying the new laws of underaged pets or are undermining the new monarchy and union. All in return for a little coin of course 😉

- Ancel and Berenger: what a great little mismatched but perfectly matched pair! Really enjoyed this rendition of pretty woman! 😂

[bloodlinemadness]

Stress Alt. Ending (Tama's version I)

A/N: Had to include my Tongan Queen Dinah Jane & Samoan King JKING as the perfect theme for this part! The Polynesian talent in this song is so beautiful! 🇹🇴🇼🇸

Apologies for the delay, thank God for long flights though, I got to write most of this out during the trip. So, I got a bit carried away with Tama's part 😅 It's much longer so I had to separate the ending into two parts. Second part is almost done! It's heated which is why it's gonna take time to write.

It was quite tough to write Hikuleo like this, cause in reality he's chill & sweet 😭 But there needed to be a concerned family member in this.

Masterlist if you haven't read the previous parts.

Pairings: Tama Tonga x Fem! Reader

Warnings ⚠️: 18+ Swearing, angst, emotional scenes, arguing, yelling, crying, mentions of rehab, mental health, cheating, violence, drinking, sex, break-up from engagement, past relationship. Lots of self-guilt & blaming. NOT PROOFREAD!

WC: 3.9k

Of course this is written for fictional purposes only & is based on their characters, it does not depict who they are in real life. Respect to them & their families.

Enjoy! ☝🏽

The bright rays of the sun shined through the windows of the centre, not only symbolizing a beautiful day, but the day Tama is going back to normalcy after months. The past months were very tough yet also a learning curve for him. He hopes he never has to go through this process ever again & promises to change for the betterment of himself & others. 

He changed out of his uniform, and took the most relaxing shower which calmed him down after so long. The warm streaks of water were nothing, but a balm to his soul & mind, knowing that he's going to retrieve his old life back. After the refreshing shower, he put on his own clothes that the centre had machine washed & prepared for him. Of course they used basic detergent & not Tide or Gain which had a strong aroma, but this one had a fresh enough scent which satisfied him, he felt like himself again. He had a de-briefing & exit session with the guard going over everything which went pretty well, he was set to go back into the real-world, to live his life & see his family, friends, and co-workers again. 

He was accompanied out, as soon as the sliding doors opened, the sun hit his face, shining bright up and warmly welcoming him back. Tama's eyes were blinded by the sun for a few seconds before he shaded himself with his arm to clear the view ahead of him. In front of him stood a figure who was none other than his brother Tonga Loa, smiling at him. Tama smiled back, and ran over to reunite with him. Both brothers embraced each other for a few minutes full of emotions, support, and affirming whispers; tears flowing down on both of their faces. Both brothers pulled away from each other & bid farewell to the guard at the front, walking down the parking lot. 

As soon as they both sat down at the front side of the vehicle, Loa spoke up, "everyone can't wait to see you, they're so excited to see you back & missed you" making Tama crack a smile after so long after hearing about his family. "I can't wait to see him too, I missed them just as much as they missed me" he said, looking at his brother. "Anyway, I know you must be starving & those unseasoned & undercooked meals at the centre ain't enough for you, I bought your favorite breakfast" said Loa handing over coffee, a well toasted bagel & a hash brown to Tama. He smiled in his response receiving the hot meal & couldn't wait to devour it. "Have I told you how much I love you?" asked Tama. "It's the least I can do" said Loa. "Don't say that, what do you mean least? You've always had my back & looked out for me" said Tama. Loa looked down in shame "until what happened months ago" he  whispered. Tama placed a hand on his shoulder, "nah, forget about that" he assured. The younger one nodded. 

Loa started up the vehicle, pulling it out of the parking lot & onto the road. At the stop light, he observed his older brother. "Damn, look at that beard & hair, looks like you time traveled back to 2017" he laughed. " Hey! I was in my prime looking, sexy! I swear right now, I look & feel like a bloody yeti. Everyone's definitely gonna know where I've been & then run away from me" he cringed while sipping his coffee. "Don't worry, you have me. I already booked an appointment with our barber so you can meet everyone looking fresh" assured Loa. "You're the best" smiled Tama. 

Tama & Loa arrived home & went inside. Loa led Tama to the living room where everyone was waiting for him. As soon as Tama stepped into the living room everyone cheered, surprising him. Tama saw the welcome back banner printed in red, hung up above the fireplace. In front were all his family members including his parents, siblings, nieces & nephews, cousins including Fale, Former Bullet Club buddies including El Phantasmo, Finn Balor with his wife, The O.C. including AJ Styles, and Chris Bey. Close peers from New Japan Pro-Wrestling including Jado, Shota Umino & Tanahashi, and close ones from WWE such as Tamina, Nia, Bronson Reed, Michin & of course you. But, Tama didn't notice you yet. 

He was overwhelmed by everyone showing up to welcome him back & support him with open arms. "Wow, I don't know what to say. I didn't think so many people would show up. I'm touched, thank you all for sticking by me, I appreciate you more than you know" he smiled. "We love you bro, you mean the world to me & the strongest I know. I'm so happy to see you back" spoke up Hikuleo. Tama smiled at his younger brother. Loa patted Tama's back "he missed you the most" he said. "I know, even though I look like a child beside him, he's still my baby brother" joked Tama at their height difference, his eyes watered up. Hikuleo walked over to him & embraced him, both blood brothers breaking down. His parents & sister came over to emotionally reunite with him as well. 

Again, your heart sunk. For some reason you felt like it was all your fault for putting Tama in this situation, breaking him apart from his family. Maybe you shouldn't have been here? But you wanted to work things out & reconnect with him. You still loved him. Even when he was at the centre you cared about him. After he cheated, it immensely broke your heart & you lost your feelings for him & then meeting Roman afterwards, falling for him. Although you did have mixed feelings for Tama despite being with Roman. You just didn't want to show it, because you were in a relationship at the time. Somehow Tama was trying to force it out of you, and ended up hurting Roman & his family which hurt you. Truth is, you'd felt like you found your happily ever after & settled down. But, things didn't work with him either as you both weren't compatible for each other as a couple. You both mutually broke it off, and stayed as friends. Roman was previously married prior to your relationship & had a family. He believed it's best to rekindle with his wife & family after you both went your separate ways, he loves his kids no matter what, and you agreed that he should go back to his family. 

During the welcome back party, Tama greeted & thanked everyone in the living room for coming. You were in the kitchen to get some water. You went back into the living room only to see him come face to face with you. His smile dropped & his expression changed. You both stared at each other for a moment. The tension definitely rose in the room as some of the guests caught you both looking at each other. Both of you were speechless until you decided to speak up to break the tension. 

"Hey Tama" you spoke softly. That's all it took, he immediately walked past you & raced up the stairs. You watched him get to the top, you whipped your head around & saw everyone giving you looks. You avoided the awkwardness & quickly followed after Tama going up the steps, and searching for him in the hallways. You then came to the end & see an open door which led to a balcony. You peeked in & saw him standing there, his back facing you, looking at the scenery in front of him. "Tama" you called. He ignored you. You walked up to him. "Listen, I understand that you must be upset with me & your feelings are valid" you said. Again, silence you see him gripping the bar tightly, only hearing his heavy breathing. Again, he turned around aiming to get past you & go back downstairs. He didn't want to see you. 

"Tama, please. I want to talk to you" you said stepping in front of him. He then finally spoke up, and it wasn't pleasant "oh, now you want to talk? When I wanted to talk to you at Waffle House, you tried to bite. Get out of my way Y/N" he spat, those words hit you hard like a slap to the face. He walked around you. "Listen, I was in a rush & had to leave. We could've talked about this another time" you said.  He turned back around to face you, "you said, you didn't want to even go anywhere with me, and I'm not gonna forget. I was locked up for months in that center, because of you & your boyfriend & his Bloodline. I went through shit, because of y'all. Why don't you go back to your Bloodline family, and leave mine's alone? Besides, why isn't lover boy here backing you up?" questioned Tama. Your face flushed red in embarrassment as you looked down, "we're not together anymore, we called off the wedding" you confessed. Tama cocked his brow at you, he felt something was it sympathy? No he can't, he's not gonna put the pain he felt for months aside & start caring for you again.

"Tama, I still cared about you when you were locked up, do you think I liked seeing you behind that window? No, I wanted you to live your life freely" you said. He looked away from you. "I didn't want you to hurt yourself over me. You deserved to be happy & to move on, the thing was yeah I was with Roman at the time, I was happy & I wanted the same for you instead of chasing after me. But now, here we both are." He whipped his head to look at you & narrowed his eyes at you, "what do you mean by that?" he asked. "I mean, we've both been through a lot, but here we are finding each other again" you answered. 

He sarcastically laughed in response clapping his hands, "that's funny, cause we didn't find each other. You came straight to my home to find me" he said firmly. "Okay, but I do feel like there's a reason why we're here standing in front of each other today after all that happened" you breathed before confessing to him. "I still love you" you admitted. His eyes widened as he looked at you, he felt his heart rate speeding up. You still loved him? Truth is, he tried so hard to get over you after coming to learn about yours, and Roman's engagement. He asked his therapist for guidance, even the guards too, they tried to work together so he could get over you, cause that was the root cause of all this, but he still couldn't. Despite still having some feelings left for you, he had to train his mind to be stronger than his heart. He didn't want to fall for you, and go into that ditch again. 

He shook his head. "Nah, ain't no way it took you that long & calling your engagement off to figure out that you still had feelings for me" he said. You can't believe he's doing this, he doesn't realize that he has his flaws too. "What about the times you came home wasted from those bar nights after your matches? You were frustrated with those losses & you wanted to sleep with me, yet I still put up with you no matter what, because I loved you" you said. "I always supported you Tama no matter what, even when you lost your matches, I believed in you that this was just a setback & that you always came back to fight stronger like the badass you are, because that's the Tama Tonga I knew" you said. "Even those times you let it out on me, I still took it, cause I loved you. I still stayed with you. Even when we had that huge fight, and I left, I still planned on coming back to you, because I still loved you" you admitted. "Then, it took me seeing you with another woman for me to let all hell break lose & leave you" you said tearing up. 

"I couldn't live with this pain, and had to go. I didn't even know if you ever loved me. You still came chasing after me even when I started dating Roman till the day we got engaged. I could've forgotten about you a long time ago, but I still came back to you, because I care about you. When you were in pain, so was I" you said. Tama looked at you still unable to form words. He has to admit, he was at fault, and if he really respected your relationship with him, he would've never cheated & went to extreme measures after you tried to get over him. He did work that out in rehab & accepted his mistakes. Guilt hit him.

"Listen" he breathed. "I get what you're trying to say, I'm sorry for everything I put you through" he said. You smiled "I'm sorry too Tama, you got into this, because of me" you said. "No, what are you apologizing for? Listen, I need time to think over & process all of this. Now if you'll excuse me" he said his voice cracking as he made his way inside. You reached out for him, but he left. You turned around & looked out into the view of the night life from the balcony taking deep breaths, processing what just happened. 

A few minutes later you heard footsteps approaching you from behind, clearly you knew it wasn't Tama's cause it sounded much heavier than his. You turned around only to be towered by his tall frame. Yes, you saw Tama's youngest brother Hikuleo standing in front of you with a stern look on his face. You broke the ice "oh, hi Hikuleo" you smiled nervously. "What are you doing here?" he asked. You know that old saying 'cat got your tongue?' Yeah, you felt it right now. "Oh, I was just chatting with Tama welcoming him back, he left a few minutes ago" you said. "Really? Why did I just see him crying? What did you do to him?!" he questioned. Your heart sunk, the last thing you wanted to do was to make Tama cry, he's been through so much, you didn't want to hurt him more. 

"Listen, it's great that you're here to welcome my brother back. He's been mad crazy about you ever since you both broke up. But, what I'm about to say isn't coming from Hikuleo, it's coming from a little brother who's hurt seeing his older brother suffering in pain, because of you" he said bluntly. You looked up at him, you tried to be careful with your words. You knew how much Tama meant to Hikuleo, that's his big brother who took care of him, loved him and mentored him as he grew up. When you worked in New Japan & dated Tama, Hikuleo was at the beginning of his wrestling career. During your breaks, you'd watch Tama train him in the ring & teach him the ropes. You'd laugh seeing him get serious & mentoring him, which led to him getting you into the ring & playfully wrestling you to teach his blood. In this cruel world, they always stuck by each other no matter what. 

You were about to say your first sentence when you heard a voice. "Toko? What's going on here?" relieved, you saw Loa with El Phantasmo & Tamina at the balcony entrance. "What is she doing here?! Is she back to make Tama's life a living hell again? Hasn't she done enough damage?" Hikuleo asked his voice growing louder word by word. You understand that Hikuleo was emotionally drained & wounded, because of what his brother went through. He didn't see him for months so of course he would get upset. "Listen, I invited her" said Loa. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND?! TAMA SUFFERED A LOT BECAUSE OF HER" he yelled, you jumped frightened by his tone. You'd see Hikuleo get mad & call his opponents out during his promos, but this was reality, you felt guilty. El Phantasmo quickly came over to console him. 

"I'll explain everything to you" said Loa. He told Tamina to bring you inside so he can talk to Hikuleo. She immediately came over to you & took you by your arm taking you inside. Walking with Tamina, you saw that Tama was nowhere to be seen. "Girl, what were you thinking wandering around in this house by yourself? You know if you needed something I'm here. You know how they all feel about you" whispered Tamina. You looked at her "I appreciate that, I was talking to Tama, and he left. I just needed some fresh air" you whispered. You both talked while you both approached the group of girls. Nia, Michin & The Tonga Twins saw you two. "Where were you?" asked Nia. "Upstairs" you said. "Yeah, I saw you chasing after Tama. Not really a good idea" she said sipping her drink. Tamina slapped her shoulder. "What? I'm just being honest, she caused it all" she shrugged. 

You didn't feel wanted here at all. "You know what? I think I'm gonna call it a night" you said leaving. "Are you sure?" asked Michin. "Yeah, I have work tomorrow. I'll see y'all later" you said waving at them. As soon as you went out the door, the girls glared at Nia. "What?" she asked, knowing she stirred the pot.

You walked down the driveway, and got into your vehicle, starting it up. You sat there & took deep breaths trying to fight tears. Maybe you shouldn't have shown up, you were already the bad guy anyway. At least you got to speak to Tama & let your feelings out, vice versa with him. You're just hoping that the both of you end up on good terms. You remembered Hikuleo mentioning about Tama being crazy over you. You wonder if he still felt that way.

You put your vehicle on reverse, looking back & pulling out of the driveway. What you didn't notice was Tama looking out from his bedroom window and watching you drive away.  

The next day, you were at work getting your station ready for today's show, setting up all your makeup & hair styling supplies for the shift. You stepped out into the hallway in search of the nearest vending machine for a refreshing beverage to start off your day when you saw Tama coming down the hallway. You felt your heart pounding against your chest, God he looked good. He was wearing a black shirt, revealing his sunkissed skin, biceps & tattoo visible, black tight fit pants & dress shoes. You nearly drooled at the sight right there. 

You quickly looked the other away so you weren't caught starting at him. You started walking down the hallway looking for a vending machine when you heard him calling your name, you felt butterflies in your stomach. You turned around and saw him approaching you with a grin. "Hey Tama" you smiled shyly. "Hey" he breathed, "where are you headed off to?" "trying to find a vending machine, I need a refreshing drink to power through this hell-I mean day" you said, making him chuckle. "I know a place, follow me" he said. You followed him. 

You both walked together, and had a conversation. "By the way, do you mind if I ask you for a favor?" asked Tama. "Sure! Go ahead" you said. "I've been trying to style my hair this morning & get in place, but it's been kinda moving out of place & looking messy. I swear, curly hair can be a bitch sometimes, could you please help me with that?" he requested. Who are you to turn this offer down? Of course you said yes, which made him grin in response. You both found a vending machine, and got your drink. Tama insisted on paying, you said it was okay, but he said it's only a dollar or two to which he did & you thanked him for his kindness. 

Tama took a seat in your studio, and you stepped in front of him observing his hair & running your fingers through it. His curls were voluminous & silky. Your mind wandered & all you can think about was when you tugged on those curls at various times. Your thoughts were quickly cut off when he spoke up "find anything?" he joked. You giggled, "nothing, just checking the texture of your hair & deciding on what method of styling I should use" you said. "Hmm, thought you'd be familiar since you've played & pulled with this hair a lot of times" he joked, making you playfully slap his shoulder. 

You finally found the right products to style Tama's hair. His eyes were closed the entire time you worked on his hair after you were done, he opened his eyes & you gave him a mirror which he looked into. "Damn, I am one sexy beast! Thank you Y/N" he beamed. "Of course" you said taking the mirror back & placing it on the counter behind you. You turned to give his hair one last look, only to see him looking up at you with his brown eyes. You looked down at him & smiled, taking a comb & running it up his curls a bit to let it stand. He continued to observe you. You put the comb away, and aimed to use your fingers next. But, Tama had other plans. 

As soon as your fingers touched his hair, he grabbed you by your hips making you squeal, pulling you onto his lap. Your breathing got heavy & so did his as you both looked at each other silently, getting lost in each other's eyes. It's like everything that was built up & unsaid between the both of you the last few years during your breakup spoke through both of your eyes. Tama gripped your hips & you wrapped your arms around his neck. You didn't know if it was  him or you who leaned in first, but a moment later you felt his soft lips pressing against your own. You felt your cheeks heating up & fireworks going off in you. Your lips moved in sync. Seconds later you deepened the kiss & his tongue entered your mouth, locked in with yours. He hummed into the kiss. 

TBC...

[sketchfanda]

Sketch-Verse Lore:Demon Queen Chloe

The concept and nature of the multi-verse and the vast ocean of alternate realities which inhabit is both a simple and easy enough concept for even the most unscientific layman to grasp. If for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction then in terms of the concept for every choice we make, there is a universe or reality where the opposite or a different one was taken instead. Like what if the axis powers had won world war 2 or Russia remained with them to what if the world wars never happened? From the most major historical events to one individual's life playing lout different because they decided to take a different bus time, this has lead to similar scale hypothesis such as the butterfly effect and chaos theory.

With this in mind, we reflect our attention to one Chloe Sinclair, who occupies her own particular universes throughout, some where furries or anthros alike walk and live side by side with humanity in societies not unlike ours or is occupied solely by anthros. But a constant in such worlds is that she was born with a silverspoon in her mouth and became a self made woman in terms of acquiring wealth and success in the world of business and finance. Taking her communications company and turning it into a global corporate powerhouse through she operates on her own set of private islands within the French Polynesian regions or whatever their equivalent variations would be. Another constant about her is that she's a natural born exotic bombshell whose brains are matched if not exceeded by her looks and figure which put many models and movie stars to shame, particularly and especially when it comes to her infamous, outright legendary libido and a lust for life.

And then of course, there is a variation of her that's equal parts a peculiar enigma and yet an overwhelmingly intimidating force, the origins of which and whom all remain shrouded in a state of mystery. Whatever and however she came to be, why exactly and when it happened is unknown to some but many things are clear when it comes to this variation of Chloe Sinclair. She's a demonic force of nature whose reach is as high as the sky and vast as the cosmos, backed by that same natural sex drive and lust for life which she now enjoys on a scale in which the very multi-verse itself is her own personal playground. Not for malevolent purposes mind you but more to watch all the wonderful worlds and people who live in them and of course, to seek out and find wonderful new "playthings" to enjoy and share sensual company with.

Few are those who aware of her existence, let alone if any of them ever recall encountering her, making her a demonic equivalent to the concept of Schrodinger's cat in that she's somehow everywhere and nowhere all at once. One can be certain that she's not outright malevolent but is certain chaotic and mischievous when it comes to matters regarding her libido and how to satisfy it at any given time and place when the itch makes itself known. Some say that much like Galactus and the gnawing hunger which can only be briefly sated by consuming the life energy of entire worlds, her thirst for sex and companions to share it is a compulsion she has no control over and thus her nature drives her to fill the void. But others claim to the contrary that she is fully in control of it, it's more a matter of her whims and which way they blow....

Given the depth and scale of her vast deity class powers, it's only natural that her ability to gleam and view into other worlds is especially helped by a stealth psychic link she shares with her alternate counterparts. Telepathically able to feel what they do which is naturally how she can determine her new playmates of interest to deem her potential sugar babies, trophy girls and boytoys alike. Especially when able to feel just how sexually gifted and capable they are which is then followed by her peculiar, particular approach to prepping her targets for the inevitable day when she graces them with her presence. The methods and means of which are as varied as her tastes in men and women.......

Her tastes are of a distinct standard in terms of selectiveness like while she won't deny being a size queen, knowing how to use and the bonus of being attractive and easy on the eyes are always key factors. Just don't expect her to invite you into her bedroom if you happen to be a glorified cliche akin to actors from some low budget pornos. Like the really cheap kind, where everyone would have to get tested afterwards including the camera guy!! She's no brainless bimbo slutwhore!!

Below are but a few select glimpses to the numerous alternate versions with which Demon Queen Chloe is connected to throughout the multi-verse. Each and every single one as sexy as they're insatiable and through whom she sees and feels what they do, all the better for scouting potential bed partners. Getting this information was no easy feat, let me tell you what. Ask no questions and I'll tell you no lies....

Chloe Sinclair prime, the most common variant, often the basis and central focus within many universes she inhabits especially, particularly within worlds where anthro or furry folk are plenty common in life and society. Her good looks on par with her sense of business acumen and intellect which as said before helped her become a very well-off, success in the financial world. The sort of self-made woman whose fortune is well a class all its own to be recognised as an international economy that she has plenty free time to spare and kill. All the more better to have her fun indulging in her vices and sating her libido, the one thing that exceeds both her beauty and brains combined.

Sexy and she knows it, certainly not a shallow gal but not some loose woman who spreads her legs open for just about any man with chiselled good looks and a big cock. No sir and believe you me she's as friendly with women particularly if they really catch her attention. At her company, sexual harassment isn't an issue because who wouldn't want this hottie giving them the time of day?! just be sure to stay hydrated because when she pounces, expect to feel sore and sticky for quite a while.

Darkstalker Succubus Chloe, adopted ward of the Makai realm's Aensland clan. You think a regular base variation Chloe is bad enough, try dealing with one who gains her pleasure from lust and combat alike. Has generally been known to be quite a nuisance within the demon and human worlds alike due to her frequent hunting trips for playmates and feeding times. While nobody has ever died or been severely injured or maimed, it has resulted in quite a few bruised to crushed pelvises left in her wake.

Is rumoured to have amassed quite a harem of darkstalkers including Morrigan and Lilith, the werewolf martial artist Jon Talbain and the feline pop idol Felicia. Said harem also includes a personal entourage in her bodyguard trio, 2 humans she acquired personally from the human world and an adorable little imp from right out of Hell. And had quite a hobby of amassing them women to enjoy for both theirs and her sexual pleasure. The way she sees it, isn’t it more enjoyable to share her favourite boys with more lovely ladies she can enjoy as well?

Magical Warrior and Witchblade Chloe, variants which in their travels to Japan acquired very different forms of mystical power. In the case of the former, she had acquired a transformation trinket from an adorable mascot with the goal of defeating monsters with the power of love and peace. It just so happens the approach to doing so involves some very R rated behaviour and actions which have made her the front and centre target of a black lash campaign from a moral watch group. Not that she cares, she’s having too much fun…

The latter meanwhile found the infamous bracelet/gauntlet and has welcome the trouble it has brought her way which has done wonders to kill off her boredom. To say nothing of the lovely company she has amassed around her like that lovely hint single mom Masane, what a woman! It’s been said to keep well out her way when she is out on the prowl, particularly when she is looking for a new playmate to keep her company. Some say they’re never seen again…

Kaiju Chloe, a variant who once gained a strain of lycanthropy which was further and enhanced and mutated into a 50 foot plus giant monster. Has quite a sizeable fanbase for being a way of destruction that’s every easy on the eyes whose sen of collateral is more based on whimsy and playful mayhem rather than any malevolent streak. Is rumoured to be in a relationship with none other than Godzilla and Mothra but there has yet to be any denial or confirmation regarding that. Least of all from the titans herself……

Lady Chloe Sinclaire, heiress of the house Dimetrecsu adopted by the statuesque mutant vampire lady herself on some strange, peculiar whim. Essentially seized control from Mother Miranada in a spontaneous coup seemingly on a whim and now rules the mansion and the surrounding village as its sensual benevolent tyrant. Many a young man and woman who’ve passed through are said to never been seen again and yet some say they wouldn’t really want to ever leave anyways. Seems she makes being her prisoner a pleasant erotic experience…

Vampire Queen Chloe, the fuckmothering no life queen of the sinister fortress known as Castlevania whose thirst for blood is beaten out only by her thirst for sex. Many are the men and women she’s taken for her personal ever growing harem alongside a bevy of monsters and demonic beasts alike. Rumours say the Grim Reaper is among her closest and most intimate of lovers tough few have ever seen him or her, be it some perky goth girl albino or a rather intimidating yet charming white wolf. They say to see her is to know you will give yourself to her in heart, mind, body and soul alike…

Elvira Chloe, a fusion of the skunkette and the legendary mistress of the night, sexy and she knows it. Noted for a uniquely her approach in regards to how she handles and neutralises monsters when hunting them down. Popular and beloved host of s tv show which hosts and airs cheesy scifi and horror B movies. Single and always down to mingle…..

Necro Queen Chloe, ruler of the underworld, said to be a welcome sight for those entering the afterlife. Said to quite partial to soils who were very exceptional lovers in their day while neither confirming or denying rumours in that regard. Has been said to be banned from heaven for being a bad influence while many in hell have a flee on sight on order. No word yet on whether or not she takes deals for selling your soul to her….

Silk Spectre/Skunk Chloe, a vigilante superhero with a very unorthodox, for some, approach to fighting crime. Some super villains have opted to surrender themselves to the law rather than to run afoul of her because of this, much to her annoyance and frustration but fortunately she has found ways and means to sate and scratch her itch. A unit shortstack,cop in Satan city here, a fellow hero there, this little possum in a cute bow tie…..hey don’t give me that look!! You know what my story is about!

Dragon Chloe, a variation caused by a prime Chloe’s penchant for indulging in some of the experimental projects of her staff, in this case a potion nor draconic dna made bye her central R&D chief Maxi. Causing her physical being to shift snd transform in terms of size, strength and combining her sex drive with a dragon’s natural penchant for hoarding. In this case to amass a hoard of babes and studs alike to share her now very sizeabke bed with and keep her warm and cosy at night. Mothers, lock up your daughters and lads, hide your nads….

Warrior Queen Chloe, a variation of the skunkette in a realm of swords,sorry, dungeons and dragons whose thirst for adventure is either matched or dwarfed by her sexual appetites. Many are those falls by her blade and the hoard of wealth and loved which she has amassed, driven to crush her enemies, see them driven before her and hear the lamentation of their women. If you’ve spilled blood for her, she will ensure you’re cared and provided for because you have her loyalty for life and anything from treasure to women are yours to have. Hail to the queen, baby…………

Taimanin Chloe Sinclaire, in her universe her skill is exceeded, naturally, only by her demon-like libido with many an orc and brute beast alike fleeing her on sight for fear of death by snusnu!! Some say she’s got intentions of taking over both the Taimanin corps and Nomad simply to have her own personal harem and for saying her personal sexual desires. A goal she is well on her way what with having slain the notorious Edwin Black and forcing the infamous traitor Oboro to pledge loyalty to her. Some might say the Taimanin corps are both blessed and cursed alike to have her in their ranks..

A Chloe of a Bible Black universe where the events of Origins onwards never even happened, as this exotic gaijin transfer student found the titular book and proceeded to destroy it. Only to exchange it for one of her own design and making that was more set to be for fulfilling her hedonistic wants and sexual desires starting with making her chosen patron demon, an adorable freckled imp, the central focus of what would become known as the Cult of the Possum. Starting off first by enslaving the witchcraft club lewd by one Hiroko Takashiro, the student council president and her lackey and new transfer Reika Kitami, she has since gone on to now run the school as its principal with no signs of her twisted deeds stoppin. Especially when her cult needs a good stud or two to be ideal bulls for breaking in the pretty new playthings……

Phantom Lady Chloe, the erotic villainess of an Angel Blade universe who plagues the world with her army of Geo Blood mutant deviants that have left many a pretty thing in sexual comas and her hoard of devoted sexy lady underlings who’ve been the bane of many would be studs. Rarely has she ever had to get her own hands dirty but her bedsheets have been constantly wet with sweat and sex juices from the company she sharing it with her. Some say she’s seeking some particularly exceptional companions to be her harem and rule the world by her side as she rules with a lusty iron fist. And thst not eben the so called Angel warriors can’t even hope to stop her erotic plans for sexual subjugations……

Carrerra Chloe, a fusion of Viper Gts’ resident succubus Snd the feisty skunkette herself with the libido to match. Her track record for soul collections is matched only by the trail of drained bodies left in her wake s many a horny man and woman alike has summoned her gladly willing to sell themselves to damnation just for one night with her. But it’s said the Ines she doesn’t take after rocking her world are the ones she really takes an affectionate fancy to with two human hunks in particular having her attention. As well as a rather sweet little imp in the cutest bow tie….

Mermaid Chloe, much like a certain Melodic redhead is a child of the sea deeply fascinated with the surface world and all it has to show and offer. Especially all those cute, sexy land walkers she can’t help but sent to bring down with her into her undersea home much like the mermaids of old. Some say many a sea witch has an unspoken pact to never strike a bargain with her because it’s guaranteed she will make it backfire on them and benefit only her. One shudder to think what ambitions she has in store for the land and sea alike should she ever attain the means to do so.

Chlothulhu, whom it is said to look directly at her is to be driven into a constant state of lust and desire. Cults have formed the world all over dedicating themselves to bringing her forth into the material plane of reality via a rumoured ancient tome known as simply the Eroticomicon. Some say the illustrations m within make sex look like a church and out the kama sutra to shame. It’s said that should she ever awaken, the world will absolutely submit whole the weak and prudish shall be purged….

Stay Puff, or rather Pervy Chloe, normally a mascot for her world's local marshmallow brand but brought forth by the power of a different version of Gozer the destroyer. Has been deemed a wave of destruction that is very easy in the eyes with many declaring her their new goddess. Virgins make and female alike have gladly offered themselves up to be her personal slaves in the time she took over the world as it’s sexy queen of destruction, having welcomed their marshmallow verlord. Plus her tiny little minions are said to be adorable and delicious…..

Echidna Chloe, inhabitant of a Queens Blade type unique universe who naturally has no shame or sense of personal space, given her personality being combined with that of the sensual snake thong toting elf woman. No real goals or ambitions beyond enjoying what life has to offer and what can be done to entertain herself after 500 years asn assassin and now a wandering mercenary. Notable for being as casual about nitty and sex overall and inviting herself to adventuring parties that catch her fancy the most but has taken a quite to a group with a swolestack momk, a sturdy crimson himbo dragon kin and an an adorable imp assassin….

Chloe “Red Lotus” Sinclair, in a similar but different fantasy world of swords and sorcery, one a former pirate now queen of the city of fang after conquering the infamous Deathtrap Dungeon. Whereas it’s previous ruler was an iron fisted tyrant, she is a benevolent ruler albeit naturally quite a sexual hedonist, often prone to taking her crew out in voyages to amass further wealth, resources and new studs and babes for her own personal harem. Has long since converted the dungeon into a spa where her her staff snd guests alike can enjoy some luxury. Many debate if she ever has plans to settle down once she found herself a suitable king or queen or perhaps even both.

The Echidna variant has more or less amassed herself a harem which has included the likes of many notorious contenders in the infamous Queens blade tournament. Ranging from the Amaran princess Menace to the elven warrior Alleyne, much to the latter’s chagrin. Red Lotus Chloe meanwhile has amassed a harem currently in the double digits and still growing, rumours say the red dragon Melkor is among them. Rumours she has neither confirmed or denied.

When all is said and done all rods to these Chloe’s start and end with the Demin Queen herself, the one who knows and watches alike. Always seeking new playmates to enjoy and indulge in having keep her company. Particularly when she finds their own multiverses variants and they often find themselves subjected to strange, exotic wet dreams and nightmares alike. All made possible by small scale telepathic reality warping on her part with the only limit being her kinky imagination.

So pray if you will for Moxxie, Krillin and Kirishima for the days when this sexy cosmic horror of eroticism graces them with her presence one day. It will be an experience they’ll be sure to wonder if they’ll remember that it’s a wonder what will be more surreal? That they survive the encounter or that they may not remember the peculiar series of events that lead to it happening. One thing is for certain and it’s thst she’s is going to enjoy it as much as one would a gourmet meal with a glass of vintage fine wine aged to perfection…..

So don’t call her, she will call you. You don’t find her, she finds you. When she likes you, she wants you so you can do it the easy way or the hard way. The choice is yours but either way? She’s having her cake and eating it too…..

[userarmand]

I’ve noticed many people are eager to paint Louis as innocent and blame everything on Armand and I don’t understand why. None of them are innocent. The narrative is clear on that.

We get introduced to him as he draws a knife on his brother! Louis has been a victim of abuse, that does not mean he doesn’t abuse or harm others. He himself is an unreliable narrator too (e.g. Claudias turning, saying he wasn’t told about the great laws even though he was).

He chose to hunt gay men because they were easy to lure in with the promise of sex, he wanted to consume drugs through their blood and because their marginalised status at the fringes of society made it easier for him to disappear them. That’s on Louis, nobody else.

i kinda understand it since there is a much larger (louder) group who tend to vilify him to prop up other characters, and nuance really isn't this fandom's strong suit. that being said; i feel like the show does a good job of signposting which memories are meant to have been tampered with (ESPECIALLY in 2.05) and louis bringing guys home to fuck and then drain isn't one of them. it's why he was at polynesian mary's in the first place.

[heyybaejjk]

SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI ! - PT. 2

pairing: teen miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary: I suck at writing summaries, js read it man 😞

warnings/notes: smoking?? dk if that counts, profanity, dry fucking humor, no miguel x reader yet

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It was two hours before school started. Meaning, that Miguel had two hours to freshen himself up before meeting Manaia today. He woke up at 5 and brushed his teeth hard. So hard that the bristles were at different angles. He then settled at his friend's house, Sione, and texted him that he was waiting outside.

M.Ohara_99: Open the door.

mahi_sniffer: good morning to you too 😔

M.Ohara_99: Sione, it's six in the morning and it's freezing out here. Open the door.

aluaigioukae: can you not text the gc, you have private msgs for a reason stupid asses

mahi_sniffer: @aluaigioukae fuck up period clot n go back to sleep boi

[ M.Ohara_99: Sione, it's six in the morning and it's freezing out here. Open the door. ]

mahi_sniffer: ^Replied to M.Ohara_99's message^

: does that mean ur nips r hard

M.Ohara_99 is typing...

mahi_sniffer: does that mean ur nips are hard

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mahi_sniffer: HEY WHYD U LEAVE ME ON SEEN 😞

mahi_sniffer: IM KIDDING ILL OPEN THE DOOR MAN

Sione rushes out of his bed, running to the door and opening it. Laughing to himself as he sees Miguel's 6"9 standing there with his eyebrow raised. Sione's eyes lowering down to Miguel's chest. "So they are hard."

That was half an hour ago, now Miguel and Sione were both at Kiuga's house. Both were sat on his bed, Sione facing the wall with his arms crossed.

"So after Kiuga gets ready, we're going to go to David's house?" Miguel asks Sione, face to face with his back. He watches as Sione shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly.

"Don'know," he responds dryly.

Miguels laughs to himself, pushing Sione from the back. "C'mon, it wasn't even that bad."

"What's he sooking about?" Kiuga asks, adjusting his ie lavalava that wrapped around his waist.

"I tapped his cheek because he was looking at my nipples-"

"Wroooong! You slapped me, idiot!" Sione whines, throwing a glare Miguel's way.

Kiuga chuckles, finally finished getting ready. Ruffling Sione's hair, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "David's meeting us at school, he went early to have a personal fufu hour sesh in the school bathroom with his missus."

(a/n: fufu hour is this discord chat with a bunch of polynesians, its just straight up nudes, cookie calls, and sex☠️)

Miguel's face cringes while Sione pushes him away, "Can you not, cunt? Oh my fuck," He makes a gagging face, trying to shake off the image of one of his best friend's and their girlfriend having a quick root.

It was time. Time has gone by and now the performances were ready to be showcased. Everyone was to sit inside the wide and large hall, face the stage while sitting in a cramped space next to others. This led Miguel to start freaking the absolute fuck out. Where should he sit? Next to her? Behind her? Or should he purposely sit in front of Manaia so she can gawk at his back muscles? Where was she even going to sit?

He pauses at the hall door upon seeing her sit down front row, along with other two girls on each side. Miguel mentally facepalms. Of course, she'd be in front row. She was performing.

Miguel nervously rubbed his sweaty palms and speedwalks outside the hall, making his way to the men's changing room. He sees Kiuga sitting down on one of the benches, huffing out a puff of smoke, throwing away the blunt instantly at the sight of him walking.

"Fuck, I thought you were Mr Smith," he chuckles, standing up to dap up Miguel, "He caught me last term, the rents were not happy with me... You got the thing I told you about?"

Miguel nods, pulling out a small box and showing it to his friend, smiling proudly.

"Okay, how much did this cost you?"

"Like $15 for one, I got another as well, so.. $30 altogether," Miguel smiles innocently, holding a dark red and blue flower and a purple flower together as a father would with a fish after their successful catch.

"The hell? Miguel, what sei shop did you go to?"

( a/n: A sei is a fake flower worn on your ear. Traditionally, if a sei is being worn on your right ear, it means you're single. If it's on the left ear, then it mean you're taken. Or can just be used decoration. I personally wear one for fun!!)

Miguel's smile falters slightly, "The one you told me to go to! Sialei's Boutique."

"Se aikae ia, that's the one I told you not to go to. Sione told you to go to that one. And we've learnt to never listen to Sione," he rolls his eyes at the mention of their friend, "The one I told you to go to only sold sei's for $15, but in a pack of 10. You only have 2."

"Oh fuck- Sorry. I didn't-"

"It doesn't matter now. Just remember the plan, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah! Right, I know."

"And that is?" Kiuga questions the latter, patting his back to comfort his nerves.

"Wait for everything to finish. Ask her if she's free to speak later, and then ask her out on a date?"

"Ia malo lava, great job, now go find us a seat inside, I'll be there soon."

"But where are you going to be?"

"Right beside you, I need to chuck a quick piss before it starts. Now go!"

An hour and a half went by and the main event was coming to a near-end. Miguel sat in his seat uncomfortably, his legs sore from sitting in the same spot for so long, but he held on staying just to see you dance. However, the temptation of walking out the hall doors was getting to him.

"Fuck me," Miguel whispers, annoyed at the bicker he was stuck in between with. He sat in the middle of Sione and Kiuga, who were visibly arguing, spitting all over Miguel's face without care.

"Yeah, but I told you to pack the flag so we can run around with it!"

"No the fuck you didn't, cunt. YOU said you were going to bring it, you never told me to bring it!"

"Sione, I literally remember what you said. You, Miguel, and David were at my bloody house last night! You can ask Miguel. Right, Miguel!?"

Both heads turn to face the poor boy, he ignores them as the crowd around them starts to cheer at the MC walking on stage. "Kia Orana, everybody!" The loud voice echoes through the mic, a tall Kuki boy with slight pale skin held a bright smile, ushering for the audience to quiet down for him to speak. "Before the day ends, we have two more performances to finish us off! A couple dance then that will be followed by a group performance, so don't be afraid to give them a big cheer!"

He walks off the stage as another guy walks onto the middle of it, his head bowed down and muscular arms behind his back, the guy on stage had a similar build to Miguel's; only difference being he had a traditional tattoo run across his shoulder blade and down the right side of his chest.

The song had started and everyone had already started cheering, especially Kiuga. David, who was beside him, took out a big Samoan flag and started waving it around while cheering. Miguel laughs as Sione and Kiuga glare at David.

A minute into the dance, Miguel leans over to his right, "Who's that?" He whispers to Sione, his annoyance gone down as the two other boys had stopped arguing.

Sione goes silent for a while before answer, "The guy dancing?" he asks warily.

"Yeah, him."

The audience grows louder as they watch another figure walk onto the stage, locking hands with the other. His eyes refuse to avert, his breathing heaves at the sight of Manaia making her way on stage, her hand holding the latter. Miguel watches in disbelief as her smile, showing her pearly white teeth, winking at the audience. Her curly hair reached the back of her knees, complimenting the black and blue dress you wore. The sei she wore matching with the guy's ie lavalava.

"That's Manaia's ex, Seth..."

( a/n: for reference, here's the dance !! )

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this chapter is v boring, this was more of a filler im sorry guys

[strwbmei]

Polynesian Sex with Herta.

Herta is so based. Help.

Sorry if this is a bit short-

When you first suggested the idea, Herta snickered at how easy it'd be— which, normally, she'd be right. Herta wasn't the type to get needy. If you aren't initiating anything either, she's confident she could last a week with no problem. It seemed interesting, though— so she agreed. Herta didn't expect to find herself anticipating the final day to arrive so soon; various scenarios and filthy thoughts distracting her from her work. Thank Aeons the two of you were still allowed to kiss, but every touch left her feeling empty and more sensitive.

You best believe she'll be counting down the seconds until this whole thing is finally over. Herta will cling to your arm and look at you with pleading eyes, and you already know what she wants. She'll deny being needy at first, but you can notice the way she rubs her thighs together as you kiss all over her; surprisingly returning the favor with as much passion as you. When you hug Herta from behind as you finger her, she'll keep a firm grip on your free hand as if to keep you from going anywhere else. She sounds so pretty— telling you how much she wants and needs you in between eager moans.

Herta didn't know whether she hated the way this challenge of yours kept her from all this pleasure, or loved how it made each of your touches send jolts of electricity through her spine.

[beautitudes]

if you have, like me, lost your mind over the armandaniel interaction in episode 5 and you want it imprinted over the backs of your eyelids, here. for me and you both.

Curious…

[Armand stands over you. He’s commandeered your body.]

Rise. Armand. From Polynesian Mary’s, I was with Louis.

I can’t move…

Move your body?

Yeah… Yeah. I don’t want…

To die? On that item, I think I know something you don’t. I’m told you’ve lived a fascinating life.

I never said that.

No, Louis did.

[Leave him alone, Armand. Armand!]

You held Louis’ attention. He confessed his innermost secrets to you.

I wanted drugs… We didn’t even have sex, man.

A hundred and twenty-eight boys he’s brought here…

He said five.

… and you’re the first he didn’t consummate and drain.

[This is so bad!]

That makes you special.

Please, man. I’m just a shitty little kid from Modesto.

That warrants investigation.

I could be on my knees in a second.

Bartering with desire. Is that what makes you fascinating?

He didn’t even want me in the end. I mean, look at my neck! I’m fucking bleeding down to my ankles!

Vera?

She’s a single mother. Works in a titty bar on Market Street.

Kevin?

Some Vietnam vet who lives in the Castro with his Vietnamese refugee boyfriend with no legs.

You think in all these spools you’ve arrived at some ineffable truth?

Nah, it’s all bullshit.

An instinct to self-efface, is that what makes you fascinating?

Okay, yes. I’m good at getting angles, getting people to open up. I can’t feel my body, it’s freaking me out…

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Shh…

Armand!

You’re going to teach me how to be fascinating.

[Leave him be, Armand! Stop!]

In middle school, you stole your dad’s Playboy magazines, sold them at recess. A little dirty, a little deceitful, but it’s enterprising. Is that what makes you fascinating?

How are you..?

In high school, you told a girl you’d only do her if she had a paper bag over her head. She agreed and you did it even as she cried. A splinter of coldness in you, is that what makes you fascinating?

My legs are starting to cramp…

Even his transgressions are ordinary, Louis, the pinhole’s closing back up!

Okay, it’s you who’s fascinating! You can red minds, right?

Louis thinks I’m boring.

I have Charlie horse, left leg…

Do you find me boring?

No…

Do you want to hear my story?

Yes. Yes! Yes.

My first memory. I’m being run down by slavers in Delhi. My second… Hmm. An eager black hole.

Oh my God.

I’ll keep digging. But I’m not hopeful there’s much more to you, Daniel, other than a hole.

[sohannabarberaesque]

PETER POTAMUS, after encountering a lovesick dolphin during a dive with some Polynesian natives in its uncharted orisons: If you ask me, lovesick dolphins just cannot resist this charmer! A POLYNESIAN WAHINE, who was his dive companion, and rather sweet and seductively: And how exactly is it that you managed to develop this charm you speak of? PETER POTAMUS: Such is probably one of those things you probably wouldn't be interested in the workings of ... though I do admit that such just came unto this hippo way back when!

[moonspirit]

more freaky (with the font) aruani please!!!

Hello!

[N/SFW]

So... maybe a bit of a unheard of thing, but may I interest you in... Aruani polynesian sex?

It's five days of sex... but not quite. On the first day, they just watch each other - no touching, not even themselves, just.. study their bodies. The slopes of their shoulders. The planes of their backs. The dips and curves of their chests and waists. The length of their legs. The beauty of their lips and fingers. Maybe even the beauty of what lies below.

On the second day, they can touch. No kissing, no touching where it's most sensitive, but everywhere else... is fine. An exploration of skin and tender flesh. It's almost frustrating how they can't do anything more.

The third day, they kiss. Suddenly, there's so many ways to kiss after being forbidden for two days. Sweet, soft, gentle, hard, everything, everywhere, until they're bruised and sore. Still... somethings remain out of bounds. By this point, they're very nearly going insane.

The fourth day... they're allowed to touch each other but not quite allowed to climax. They have to control themselves, exercise restraint. Still... Annie's so sensitive all of a sudden and Armin feels blood pounding in his ears. It's an impossible thing to stop after just this. But... but they do.

The fifth day... they're free.

Pent up frustration explodes, sending the room they're in up into flames. Every inch of skin is on fire, screaming at the slightest touch and breath. And when he's finally in her... neither can move, speechless with the mind-numbing coursing of ecstasy in their veins. It's what conscious abstinence does.

It can't really be described. But it's hell and heaven all rolled into one.

[allegra-writes]

"The Claim"

Armand x Daniel Molloy

NSFW

Warnings: Semi-public sex, bathroom sex, rough sex, size kink, anal sex, blood play ig, a minute of dub/non-con if you squint, mentions of substance abuse.

Polynesian Mary’s meets "You're mine now, beautiful boy"

Disclaimer: I don't own any recognizable character, and for legal reasons I won't be accepting tips for this story or any story set in Anne Rice's Immortal Universe. Thank you!

I said it on AO3 and I'll say it again here: Thank you for the beta work @serpentarius, you are the bestest💖

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Daniel felt like a mess. Objectively he knew he was attractive, that was probably the only reason he was able to get away with half the shit he did. How he was able to pull guys and girls at the bar almost every night. How he was able to get free drinks, free dinners, free dope, and occasionally free smack. He had been called pretty more times than his own name, and whatever insecurities he might have (and he had many), his looks were not one of them. That night though, as he splashed cold water on his face in the bathroom at Mary’s, he felt ugly. More than that, he felt like something dirty and disgusting, like something one might find stuck on the soles of a shoe, like something slimy and crawly. He felt like an insect.

And wasn’t exactly that how that guy had looked at him? That tall, dark and handsome guy that had seemingly materialized out of nowhere while he was talking with Louis -gorgeous Louis- only to check him out from head to toe, reject him and then vanish into thin air again? And Daniel wasn’t stupid, he knew that he, they, were totally out of his league with their almost preternatural beauty, but still, it had stung.

Now, his own reflection in the dirty mirror appeared to him dead-eyed and sallow, his strategically messy curls, untidy, his battered jeans unkempt instead of rebellious.

He had half a mind to get out and leave through the back door, but no. Louis liked him. Louis wanted him, he had come onto him, not the other way around, there was no reason this night had to be a loss. If nothing else, he would at least get himself an interview.

He was still giving himself that pep talk, whipping his hands dry on his jeans, shouldering the bathroom door open when he collided face-first with an unexpected obstacle. He recoiled, stumbling a little with the force of the impact. It took him a too long moment to realize it wasn’t a marble column he had run into, but a surprisingly solid torso, one belonging to the very man he had been thinking of not two minutes ago.

Rashid - Daniel was pretty sure Louis had called him Rashid- squeezed his way into the tiny room, locking the door at his back. He stood there, staring at him.

“Hey, man,” Daniel greeted. Rashid didn’t reply. “Everything okay?”

Nothing. Rashid was a statue, cold, unblinking, and unmoving. It was eerie, making the hairs on his arm stand on end. Daniel’s senses were choosing a hell of a time to play tricks on him.

“L-look… I don’t want any trouble, man. If you don’t want me to go home with Louis, just say the word.” Still nothing, not even a twitch. Daniel tried to resist the urge to squirm under that intense gaze, “I’ll fuck right off, I promise. You’ll never see me again, just tell me fuck off and I will!”

The guy finally moved at that, tilting his head in confusion, and there was something birdlike, something not quite right about it,

“Now why would I do that?”

It was Daniel’s turn to be confused,

“Well, if you’re not here to kick my ass, what do you want?”

There was one last moment of stillness, a considering look, before Daniel found himself pinned to the wall by Rashid’s hard, hard body, soft lips moving eagerly against his own, demanding entrance. Daniel could do nothing but yield.

It was like kissing lightning.

Rashid’s mouth was cool, and didn’t actually taste like anything but it had his brain firing signals to his body, going haywire. Daniel could feel his own heart running amok inside his chest. He was breathing fast, the flutter of butterflies in his stomach turning to snakes, coiling at the base of his spine, tightening it up. It was a rush unlike anything he had ever had before, his veins overflowing with adrenaline. And Daniel, addict that he was, instead of running from it, wanted more.

Meanwhile, Rashid’s tongue against his own was nothing short of wicked, mapping every inch and crevice of his mouth, caressing teeth and palette only to go back and massage Daniel’s tongue again. Rashid kissed slow and sensuous, thorough. By the time he let him catch his breath, Daniel’s bones had turned to jell-O.

"I thought-" Daniel gasped as Rashid's lips found the spot under his ear that made him shiver, "I thought you weren't interested."

"Oh, I am interested," Rashid breathed against his throat, "I simply don't want to share," He spat the world bitterly, "Not you. Not tonight."

And fuck, Daniel had never had a possessive kink but the greediness in Rashid’s voice sent a spark of pure, unadulterated heat to his groin.

"And my name," How was he able to talk while sucking bruises on his pulse point??, "is Armand."

"Armand!" Daniel moaned as deft fingers unbuttoned his shirt as easily and quickly as if they were slicing it open, and was rewarded with a thick, muscular thigh sliding between his knees, spreading his legs and pushing against his already hard dick just hard enough to send a shock of pleasure through him. Icy but satin-soft fingertips began tracing a path up and down his body, mapping his abs, his ribcage, teasing at his nipples, making him whimper and moan. Armand’s mouth returned to his to eat up the sounds, those wicked fingers playing with the waistband of his jeans, dipping inside just to retreat again, teasing him. Daniel whimpered against Armand’s lips.

"Is there something you want, beautiful boy?" The little shit asked, running a sharp nail down the fine trail of hair on Daniel’s navel, stopping right above the place he wanted that hand the most.

It took everything in Daniel to find the coherence to string his ideas and words together again in a breathless "Please," but it seemed to be all Armand required.

"So polite… you really are perfect, aren't you, Daniel?" He praised, before finally, finally popping the button of Daniel’s jeans open, undoing the fly, and sliding his hand inside to wrap around Daniel’s cock. It felt gelid against Daniel’s feverish flesh, making him jump, but there was nowhere he could go, trapped as he was between the wall and Armand.

He probably shouldn't have liked it as much as he did.

"That's right, my lovely one," Fuck, Daniel could swear Armand’s velvet voice was inside his brain, "there's no escape. Tonight you are at my mercy… and I am not a forgiving creature."

True to his word, he started pumping Daniel’s cock ruthlessly, offering no warm-up, no building up, it was dry, and hard and fast and rough and just fucking perfect, forcing Daniel to bite his lips in order to keep in the pornographic sounds that threatened to escape his mouth. Armand tsked disapprovingly.

"No, Daniel, don't hold back. I want to hear what pretty noises you can make."

He didn't. He couldn't. If he opened his mouth he was going to scream, and if he did, there was no way the people outside wouldn't know exactly what they were doing inside that bathroom.

"I promise you, Daniel, no one is going to disturb us." Something was becoming loose inside Daniel’s mind at the other man's soothing tone, reverberating through his suddenly very light skull, and Daniel found himself believing Armand’s words "Now be a good boy, and let me hear you…"

Armand twisted his hand softly on the upward stroke, thumb finding the pearl of precum at the tip and smearing it on the tiny slit, and Daniel finally cried out, his head falling back against the cold tiles with a hard thump, but he barely even noticed. Because Armand’s other hand was caressing the delicate skin at his balls, teasing giving way to kneading, until his dick was pulsing, purple with blood, scorching hot in Armand’s firm, unrelenting grasp.

“I- I’m gonna…” Daniel gasped, the familiar tension building up, his balls tightening in his sack until he came with a wounded sound. Armand didn’t even wait for Daniel to fully come back into himself or catch his breath before raising his hand and making a show of licking his hand clean of Daniel’s cum, cleaver tongue lapping between his fingers before sucking them into his plush mouth one by one, never once breaking eye contact, making the last of Daniel’s synapses finally short circuit and die.

“Exquisite,” He said, “Are you this delicious everywhere, Daniel?”

It shouldn’t have been possible for Daniel to want with such intensity after what had to be the best handjob of his life, but he wanted. God dammit, he wanted. He wanted the stranger in front of him more than he had ever wanted anything in his life.

“Why don’t you come and find out?”

A bronze hand shot up, too fast for Daniel’s sluggish, sated eyes to see, capturing his jaw.

“You test my self-control, boy,” Armand all but growled into his ear, “I thought I could wait until we arrived at the apartment to have a little taste of you, but I don’t believe I can refrain for so long,” faint tone of surprise, “I don’t want to.”

Daniel almost asked what he meant, but Armand was already manhandling him, turning him around and bending him over the sink with startling ease and the simple realization of how strong Armand was, was enough to send a thrill through him.

Once Armand was satisfied with his position, Daniel’s jeans and underwear were around his knees in a blink, and a pair of cold hands were feeling up his ass, palming and spreading the cheeks apart. An appreciative hum left Armand at the sigh of the pink ring of muscle, which quickly turned into praise as he probed at it with one of those long slender fingers, tracing the rim methodically, testing it, finding it pliable and relaxed, and Daniel was glad he had popped his last Captain Rush right before coming to the bar.

“You’re a naughty, wanton thing, aren’t you beautiful one?”

Armand’s voice was anything but reproving, the tip of his finger working his hole oh so delicately until it slid inside almost all of its own. It was swiftly followed by a second one, and soon Armand was rocking his fingers up to the hilt, scissoring Daniel open. He let himself fall forward, hiding his face against his folded arms, overwhelmed. It was an exquisite torture, the drag and spread of those shameless digits stretching him, prepping him expertly, almost clinically. Daniel knew he must have made an obscene picture, bent over a dirty bathroom bar sink with his jacket still on and his pants down, drooling over his own arms, undulating his hips back into a stranger’s fingers, silently begging for more.

“Yes,” Armand confirmed, “You look stunning like this, thoroughly ravished. And I haven’t even started yet…”

Had Daniel spoken out loud? He must have been more out of it than he thought, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered as Armand withdrew his fingers and Daniel felt something cold and wet falling on his ass, dribbling down his crack and dripping on his hole, and then those coveted fingers were on him again, smearing that viscous liquid around, pushing it in, until Armand was pleased with the mess he had made.

And then he felt it. Blunt and wide, pressing in slowly but steadily, unescapable, stretching him, spearing him open. Even loose and prepared as he was, it was almost too much. Daniel wanted to roll his eyes, of course the brown-eyed Adonis at the bar was hung, of course he was. Another little push and Armand bent closer, wrapping himself around Daniel’s back to whisper,

"That's it, Daniel, you're doing so well for me, beautiful boy… just a little bit more… there, I knew you could take it all.”

Armand’s praise was all that kept him centered at that point, the man was splitting him in two on his engorged prick, but Daniel wasn’t the only one affected, he could feel Armand resting his forehead on the curve of his neck, his breathing ruffling the soft hairs at his nape, he breathed Daniel in, needing a minute to collect himself.

Then he was straightening himself up, running a possessive hand down Daniel’s leather-clad back, finding his purchase on Daniel’s slim hipbone to start carefully withdrawing, inch by agonizing inch until only the head of his unholy length remained inside. He chuckled a surprised little sound at Daniel’s noise of complaint,

“Greedy boy,” He muttered, almost awed, and started the slow rocking motion that would bury him back into Daniel’s velvet heat. It was almost too much, more than Daniel could handle, when he finally felt Armand’s hips against his ass, he was sweating, worn out just from the strain of shaking, of trying to relax, of trying to make room inside himself for all of Armand.

But it was worth it, fuck it was so worth it, just to feel the cold burn as Armand filled him up to the brim, every secret, sensitive crevice he never knew he had hit at once by the enormous cock of the most gorgeous man he had ever seen. Daniel almost couldn’t believe it was happening.

“I find it hard to believe, too,” Armand confessed, sounding breathless, as he moved his hips tentatively, deliberately, “the way you feel… the way you look like this, impaled on my length… you are a vision, Daniel.”

He started a slow, measured pistoning motion with his hips, letting Daniel savor the push and pull, letting the waves of sensation linger and converge into each other. In and out. In and out. Daniel’s prostate was grazed every other stroke but never hit directly. He tried to shift, to adjust the angle, but Armand’s heavy hand on the small of his back kept him stuck in place, tried to reach for his own cock, already full and leaking again, but found himself restricted, both wrists firmly imprisoned in Armand’s free hand.

“You have to ask for it, Daniel…” At his frustrated groan, Armand encouraged, “Beg me for it… you beg so divinely…”

Daniel shivered.

“Please… give it to me… Please, Armand.”

An almost inhuman growl resonated through the bathroom and then Armand was thrusting in earnest, and Daniel, held down on all angles, couldn't do anything but take it. Take the monstrous cock fucking him so good, so deep, he could feel it in every inch of his body, take every delicious stab of pain intermingling with the cruel pleasure Armand was bestowing upon him. He was helpless, held down and expertly used, everything Daniel had always secretly wanted but never dared to dream of. Above him, Armand was hissing, gnashing his teeth, hips snapping against his, fingers clutching at him with bruising force, as ravenous for it as Daniel was feeling.

And Daniel was ravenous, delirious with it, reality melting away around him. He could feel the cold porcelain sink dig into the front of his thighs with every brutal thrust, but the bathroom bar was fading away, the familiar and unpleasant smells replaced by the perfume of a thousand unknown, long extinct flowers, the pounding of the music replaced by the joyous and dulcet notes of foreign voices laughing and singing, images of lavished palaces, luxurious gardens and ruins alive with ghosts flashing before his closed lids. A litany of “Armand” and “please” and “yes” flowing past his lips, unbidden. His cock, heavy and neglected, throbbing in time with every new influx of sensation. He was going to come again like that, untouched, just from being pushed and shoved back into Armand’s thick cock, he could feel it rising, higher and higher, unbridled, the inevitable fall almost terrifying in the sheer intensity of the feeling.

“Yes, let it go, precious one, let me feel it,” Armand was babbling, “I want to feel your insatiable little hole flutter around me, I want to feel you fall apart in my arms… Look at me, Daniel, let me see those beautiful eyes of yours… such a unique color, almost violet…”

What could Daniel do but obey? It took everything in him to focus enough to meet Armand’s eyes through the haze in the dirty mirror, but it was worth it. Armand looked glorious, panting open- mouthed, eyes ablaze and pupils dilated, curls a messy halo around his head, inky black strands falling on his glistening forehead, the tiny droplets of sweat almost red under the tungsten light.

“Yes, just like that, I want you to look at me when I take you apart… come for me, Daniel. Come for me now.”

Daniel did, pearly white ribbons spilling over the sink. Armand fucked him through it, no reprieve offered, hips hammering viciously against his faster and faster, iron arm snaking around his waist to drive him back into his dick as far as he could go when the over-stimulated boy tried to scramble away. His left hand came around his neck, pulling him up and back, until Daniel’s back was flushed against Armand’s chest and his head was resting on Armand’s shoulder, long line of his neck exposed and vulnerable for the taking. Armand licked a long, filthy stripe on it, right before Daniel felt a shock of sharp pain pierce through him.

It was pure ecstasy.

If kissing Armand was an adrenaline rush, being bitten by him was better than heroin. Absolute euphoria. Daniel came again, shaking and screaming, but then Armand started to drink from him, and Daniel started floating.

He was soaring, boundless. Shapeless, and bereft until Armand took him into his veins and into his mind, and they were one. Daniel could see himself from afar as he was when he entered the bar, feel the gravity shift as the vast, eternal, immortal being holding him captive zeroed on him, and he understood then. Every single moment of his life, every minute, every choice, every step had led him to this single, inexorable moment. This was his destiny fulfilled, the meaning of life and the universe and everything else. He was Armand’s. He was created for him, for his life force to feed this magnificent, demonic god.

But then Armand was breaking apart, separating himself from Daniel’s neck even as he was pumping his seed straight into his insides, flooding him with it.

Daniel’s heart broke.

“Hush, my sweet child,” Armand soothed, holding his weakened body up, and re-dressing him, lovingly rightening his clothes and his hair before tucking himself back in, “There’s no reason for such sorrow.” He kissed Daniel’s lips, his cheek, his hair, his nose, his hands. Then turned him to face him and pushed down on his shoulders, bringing him to his knees in front of him. He bit on his own wrist, ruby red nectar flowing down his hand as he pressed it to a still dazed Daniel’s lips, “You are mine now, beautiful boy…”

Fifty years later, and eight-thousand miles away, Daniel Molloy woke up with a start.

To continue in 2023

To continue in 1973

[mossterious]

Call 1800 Armand for the worst rehab of your life

I've simply GOT to know what this is

Oh my god okay. So first important thing is that this also has another previous draft of it called “don’t let Armand be your rehab”. Because of course. Anyway this is an Interview With The Vampire fic, and it’s one I just haven’t been able to get right but I wanna come back to.

Basically, though, the point of this is that it’s the 70s, and either it’s a human au or it’s before Louis and Daniel meet, and Armand is instead at Polynesian Mary’s and he runs into Daniel there like, so fucking high. And they meet, and immediately hit it off. And the whole point is that at some point, Daniel says, high out of his mind and also probably joking, “man it would be so much easier if someone just kidnapped me and made me not be addicted anymore, man,”… And so obviously Armand kidnaps Daniel. And does a terrible job of giving him rehab. Blah blah blah, romance and sex and things probably??? Idk that’s basically where the thoughts end lol.

Anyway I have like the first chapter kinda written, except it doesn’t feel write so I wanna come back and fully rewrite it when I’m ready. And when I have a more clear idea of where the fic should go.

[lostintransist]

Okay HELLO! I just red the entire Liaison series in a few hours and good lord I am actually just on the verge of tears. I screenshotted multiple paragraphs of your writing it was so beautiful. Truly I have never read something that has affected me like that. Your main character was so likable, powerful, emotional, and deep. Most writers, even professionals, struggle to portray that level of humanity. I was in tears when Gaz died I COMPLETELY skipped over the major character death tag so I wasn’t even expecting it. I have never read a truly poly (that’s the closest word I could think of to describe mc and the boys’ relationship) story before and it awoke something in me. The way that the word “love” was mentioned only a handful of times but this entire story lived off of that concept and what it truly meant was so touching. Archie’s character really resonated with me because I feel like we’ve all been that little boy who just needed “someone in their corner” as you said. I am just so emotional after reading this masterpiece I am just reeling. The scene of all the remaining 141 men giving her the option to kill them? SO symbolic. I also particularly loved the relationship she had with Roach. He has a special place in my heart and watching the mc’s relationship with him flourish was truly special. Him being selectively mute to only occasionally talking to her spoke volumes of the character development you had created. As someone who struggles with being sometimes nonverbal, I really enjoyed reading about Roach. I have so much more to say lol I’m just forgetting. OH and also how you made the mc absolutely shameless about her sex life and who she was? Incredible. Reading about a genuinely powerful and intelligent woman with men (AND WOMEN) wrapped around her finger was lovely. Anyways sorry for the rant I just really wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed your work. Congrats on your masters degree! I know it’s very belated but that is very special. College is not for the weak lol.

Okay I will be answering everything in order so I don't miss anything.

As a person I am sorry that I almost made you cry, but as a writer?? My words, the one I fight with nearly daily, made you feel that mUCH? That is wild to me.

Screenshots??? I am beyond words. Like..what? I can't think of anything I wrote worth that. Except maybe killing Gaz, I was pretty pleased with how those words worked out.

Characterization is so HARD, I have found that the small things really make or break it. Liaison likes to bake and responds to threats with sass, those things for me make her feel real.

Okay, on the Gaz note. I am so so so so sorry you missed that tag. That probably hurt even worse than it did for someone who caught the tag. But, you know, no one was expecting it. That was a little bit of the point. 😅

OOH the polyam (I am told by my friends that it should be noted like that because being Poly is typically in reference to being from the Polynesian islands.) I have a couple friends who are poly and they were so kind to always answer my random ass, off the wall, it's three am why are you awake questions.

I, in life and in writing, struggle with the monolithic word of love. Other languages have different words for the different kinds of love and I felt, especially with this story, that the word didn't have enough heft for what I needed to say. The couple times I can remember writing it was so purposeful, to make you think about the fact the first time you see it is from John and Liaison is instantly wary of it.

I love Archie! I had to assure my in-person friends so often that he would be okay, though I feel like I kinda forgot him at the end... I should go fix that...

I can't remember what I call that chapter but it was one of the first I wrote for the fic. Gaz was originally in it when I wrote it. I had to find a way for them to show, because words hold so little value to these versions of the characters, that they were truly sorry. More than sorry, they were willing to lay their lives in her hands because they tried to take hers without listening. They labeled her a traitor, to steal a line from Full Metal Alchemist, it was a 'law of equivelent exchange.' It was the only way I could feel satisfied with her forgiving them, anything less would have felt disengenous to me.

Gary "Roach" Sanderson is an underrated character and I will slay on this hill. So, so many fics I read leave him out but he is my FAVORITE. (Do I have a thing for quiet people? That is literally not the point) One thing I feel really helps characters feel real is the variety of relationships. They are best friends. She dragged him from a blown up BUILDING and he cried for her when he thought she had betrayed them. Beyond Gaz dying that scene hurt me the most emotionally. Yes, romantic love is great and all but have you ever lost a best friend???

Ah, Liaison being just so honest? About her sex life was refreshing to read and write about. A lot of those converstaions happened off page but I love being able to show growth through time jumps. I didn't actually start out with the idea of her being poly, it just kinda developed? The end goal originally was for her to end up with Simon.

Okay on that note my friend likes to point out I started writing Liaison to fix how I left Tears From Dreams and Memories (In case you don't check the tags, everyone dies or wishes they were dead, this is hard core dead dove: do not eat levels) and likes to joke that I made it worse not better. 😅 She's still mad I killed Gaz and lied to her face repeatedly about Kate being the betrayer.

I will accept your congrats in advance because I am still mid master's degree. If I didn't need it for licensure I wouldn't be doing it!

Also rant away? I love hearing that people like my words. I write for me but it is so much fun to know that other people like it too. And if you ranted I must be raving so enjoy? I guess?

I don't know how to end this...

[brooklynislandgirl]

borrowed with grace from new friend Vee over @reyestr

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GENERAL APPEARANCE

Sex: Masculine. Feminine. Non-Binary. Notes: Beth was born a cis-gender female and most of the time she's comfortable in that shape/body.

Race: Polynesian/Caucasian {Hawai'ian and Irish, respectively, or as she'd say it, hapa-haole}

Complexion: Beth's natural skin tone is a tawny/dusky shade that might be compared to sand or toast. Most public photos taken of her tend to lighten her skin as much as possible per the Admiral's request. When she spends her time out-doors she tans easily and resembles more her Island kin than the Irish side of the family. Beth tends to wear minimal make up, and when she's doing a dramatic look she usually sticks to eye make up and bold lipsticks, highlighting what she considers her best features. Upon closer inspection one might notice a small constellation of tiny freckles that hover around the right side of her mouth and chin, and another sweep of fainter freckles across the bridge of her nose. Her skin tone leans towards the autumn spectrum, and it is incredibly fine, soft.

Height: Beth is just barely five feet tall.

Body Type: Endomorph. Mesomorph. Ectomorph. Other / More Details: Beth is actually somewhat underweight for her size, ranging between 90-96 lbs. Most of her curves tend to remain in her hips and backside, and her chest is narrow, sporting a very modest b-cup.

Body Build: Small. Medium. Athletic. Muscular. Soft. Curvy. Voluptuous. Other / More Details: Beth has been called small, delicate, bird-boned. From behind or at a minor distance, she has been mistaken for a young teen or larger child. It is hard for her to put on or maintain muscle tone.

Body Hair: None. Shaves/Waxes. Trims/Grooms. Untamed. Color: The colour on her arms and legs matches that of her hair, a dark to medium dark brown. Notes: Beth's body hair tends to be incredibly fine, almost non-existent, and thus she doesn't feel the need to wax or shave very often.

Head Hair: None. Buzzed. Short. Medium. Long. Very Long. Asymmetrical Cut. Color: Naturally Beth has dark brown almost black hair with natural red highlights. Occasionally she might do a subtle colour, either deep auburn or honey-brown. Style: Beth tends to style her hair to within an inch of its life, keeping it sleek and straight so that the Admiral has nothing to complain about. Naturally it tends to be incredibly wavy/curly {3b hair}, with a tendency to become a touch frizzy in moist/damp air. Most of the time Beth keeps her hair long and loose. For work it's in a ponytail or bun, and when her mental health is at its absolutely lowest, she hacks it pretty much down to a bob.

Eye color: Beth has green/brown central heterochromia,which is what most people call hazel. Her noticible colour is green, with an almost honey brow mixed in. It is a far softer colour than her brother's.They tend to shift colour via lighting or dilation of the pupil. Details: Wide, upturned eyes tend to give her a Disney-Princess look. Her lashes are naturally long and thick.

Scars: Beth's left leg has a large shark-bite scar from the bottom of her knee to the top of her ankle. Within the borders of the scar the muscle is visibly atrophied and has the texture of something close to a burn scar. The tendons are shortened, making her left leg a fraction shorter than her right.

FASHION

Fashion Style: Vintage. Traditional. Casual. Artsy. Vibrant. Geeky/Nerdy. Tomboy. Sporty. Trendy. Preppy. Girly. Bohemian. Elegant. Formal. Grunge. Punk. Rocker. Gothic. Other:

Color Palette: Beth tends to wear seasonal colours {lighter pastels in the spring and summer, darker secondary colours in the fall and winter}.

Typical Clothing: Beth tends to wear as little clothing as she can manage without making a scene. During warm weather she tends toward camisole tops or bikinis. She tends to wear ankle/floor length skirts. For work, she wears scrubs. Beth does. not. wear. pants. unless she's out jogging, doing yoga, or wearing a wet-suit. And while she has a walk-in closet full of designer and custom gowns and other clothing, the kinds of which would make Paris Fashion Week drool in their dreams, she tends to prefer vintage clothing.

Piercings: Beth's ears are pierced in multiple places which differ from ear to ear. She has a sub-dermal piercing at her hip.

Tattoos: Beth has a tattoo of a honu {sea turtle} on the back of her left hip, whose shell contains the Hawai'ian archipelago and a hibiscus flower. Other tattoos vary verse to verse.

Other Information: Beth tends to hate shoes and will wear 'slippahs' whenever she can get away with it. At home she tends to be barefoot, or during cold snaps, she might tolerate socks. She likes to wear rings, bracelets, earrings when not at work. She keeps her nails manicured.

EXPRESSION

General Facial Expression: Beth's features tend to be open, friendly, and at worst, neutral.

Default Body Language: As stated above, she tends to have open, inviting body language that changes only when/if she has disengaged with someone, or it's the Admiral. Around the Admiral her body language is closed, defensive, on the verge of flight/fight.

General Movements: Beth's incredibly graceful from a lifetime of surfing, swimming, dance. She tends to flow through the room, slow and cautious. The longer she has been awake, or the longer she's been on her feet, it becomes apparent that she does have a faint limp, due to shortened tendons and ligaments, atrophied muscle in her shark-scarred leg.

NOTABLE FOR RP

Presence: Beth's entire presence rests on the fact that she is warm and gracious, curious until she's given reason not to. Everyone is treated like a friend. As such, she tends to be a soothing comfort, and someone a person can open up to easily.

Appearance: Beth is always perfectly dressed for every situation, impeccably garbed in public, perfect but often subtle make up. This does not carry through to being at home where she feels comfortable.

Scent: She makes her own essential oils/lotions and people tend to describe her as tropical; lightly floral, a touch of sea salt, coconut, macadamia, something very faintly herbal. Too soon after work, she tends to carry the smell of hospital antiseptics {and/or blood}.

Voice Description: Her voice tends to surprise people. Being so short and slight, most people expect her to have a high/thin/child-like voice. She speaks so softly that she rarely speaks above an audible whisper, and her tones tend to be a little husky/smokey, warm, layered. When she does have to raise her voice, it is the kind that doesn't brook arguments and carries the tone of command of a queen or a soldier, though she is neither.

Accent: yes / no More information: Beth has always had problems with certain digraphs {th in particular} and is most comfortable speaking her native pidgin with a slight speech impediment. She can, however, speak perfectly serviceable "Haole" {American English}. She also understands a host of other languages, and takes a small measure of pride in being able to pick local idioms/slang easily, despite her audio processing disorder.

Speech Mannerisms: Beth tends to be a touchy person; conveying meaning or clarity with minor touching of other people's hands, knees, shoulders when speaking closely. She also tends to gesticulating while she's talking. When she speaks "Haole" it is far slower, measured, careful than when speaking pidgin, with slight pauses occasionally as she struggles with a phrase or sounding out words in her head. When conversing with someone, she tends to watch the person's mouth and eye area to pick up contextual clues and mouth-shapes to help bolster her understanding.

Anything else to add? Beth tends to sometimes come across as the most real person in the room, is magnetic despite her best efforts. However, if she doesn't want to engage with someone, she tends to slowly slip away from their thoughts/memories, until she is absolutely forgotten. Perhaps the eeriest noticible trait is that she never fully blinks. Her eyes tend to only half close, three quarters at best. {It almost feels like she's missing a nictitating membrane}. The second most noticible trait is that she has small, sharp teeth, almost preternaturally so, and slightly crooked. {{Certain kinds of hunters and others like her recognise these as 'primal markings' and might speak to her slightly less than human dna}} {{Beth's main face claim is Kristin Kreuk, and her secondary face claim is Smiley Arianne}}