#semi-french bangs

[lunasilvis]

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[valkyyriia]

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Words: 2729 CW: Semi-Public Sex, Vaginal Sex, Voyeurism?, Mirror Sex, Creampie, Vaginal Fingering Pairing: Comte de Saint-Germain / Female-Bodied Reader Prompt(s): Fitting Room, Let Them Play Dress-Up With You

Notes: I cranked out another one at work tonight. I'm feeling even less confident with this one than I was with the other, but.. I hope it still makes sense.

Crossposted on AO3 here.

For @xxsycamore's event, Sexy Ikemen Summer!

The sticky summer heat of the French countryside was beginning to get to you. No amount of fanning yourself or loosening your collar was cutting it. 

Of all the things you could be missing from the modern era, air conditioning was not expected to be the crux of all of your issues. 

Just as you feared you would begin to melt into the parquet flooring, a cool hand brushed against the back of your neck. “Are you okay, ma chérie? You seem a little warm.” His voice was soothing, but tinged with concern.

“I’m alright,” you assured him with a content sigh, leaning back into his touch. “It’s just hotter than I’m used to.” 

Comte’s hands dropped to your shoulders and he began to massage them. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head as the tension left your body. “You’ve been working hard lately. I think it’s time you take a break.”

“There’s too much to do for that,” You protested. “Sebas needs help with dinner, and we haven’t even begun cleaning up the book fort Leonardo created in the library.” 

Comte hummed, one of his hands gently caressing the side of your neck. “Should I give it as an order from your employer, then? If a heartfelt plea from your partner isn’t enough.” He moved to kiss your neck under your ear. “Please, mon amour. It wouldn’t do to have you suffer a heatstroke simply because you’re too stubborn to know when to take a break.” His lips moved towards your shoulder, teasing but affectionate. His arms moved to your waist, pulling you back into his embrace. He rested his head on your shoulder and held you close.

You leaned into him, your head draped over his other shoulder. Unlike the stifling heat of the outdoors, Comte’s warmth was comforting and welcome. He nuzzled into the joint between your neck and shoulder. “Let me spoil you today,” he said, kissing your neck again. 

“You spoil me every day, Abel,” you sighed, relaxing further into your partner. He was going to win this and you both knew it; it was just a matter of how long it took you to give in.

“And yet, somehow, I’m still not satisfied that it’s enough. You deserve more, chérie. You deserve the world, and you will get it if I have anything to say about it.” His arms tightened around your midsection, pulling you even closer. 

A cool, inviting breeze suddenly blew through the open window. The air rushed along your face and tousled your bangs. Even nature herself was trying to tempt you. With another sigh, you gave in. “Fine. But you have to let me get up on time tomorrow, okay? I don’t want to leave Sebas waiting again like the last time you took me out for the day.” 

The vampire chuckled into your neck, the reverberations rumbling through your own body due to the proximity. “I seem to recall you left my bed quite satisfied that morning.” 

You flushed at the memory. “I certainly was,” you agreed. “Until Sebas abused my forehead after breakfast. I had a bruise for a week.” 

“But it was worth it, non?” He looked up at you from his position on your shoulder. Comte’s golden eyes twinkled with amusement, but they were tinged with a subtle heat. His hands drifted slowly down your abdomen, his gaze never leaving yours. He offered you a coy smile.

You groaned. “It’s too hot, Abel,” you protested. “I will genuinely either melt into a puddle or catch on fire if you continue that line of thought right now.” 

“Alright, alright,” he relented, stepping back from you with a light chuckle and holding up his hands in defeat. “Let’s get you cooled off.” 

As it turns out, Comte’s idea of “cooling off” was taking a carriage into town and going clothes shopping. For you, of course. His reasoning was that your clothes were heavier than you were accustomed to in your time, so lighter fabric would help fend off the oppressive French sun. Comte’s logic was sound, but you were quite sure he was just fishing for an excuse to buy you even more dresses that you would only wear once. 

As the carriage stopped, he stepped out first, offering you his hand. Taking it, he kissed the back of it before tucking your arm into his. The two of you walked leisurely in the direction of his favorite boutique, the one the both of you frequented. The staff immediately recognized the both of you (you were pretty certain that Comte’s patronage alone could keep this store in business for centuries to come, and potentially push France into the forefront of the modern economy) and ushered you into a large fitting room in the back of the building. 

“How can we be of service on this day, Monsieur le Comte?” 

He looked around the room briefly. “My partner is in need of some lighter summer clothes. The heat is getting to her,” he said, brushing his knuckles against your cheek with affection. You hadn’t really considered it before today, but the dress you were wearing was made of a heavier material that was more suited for the later part of the year. Maybe a couple of thinner summer dresses would be a good idea - you just hoped you could keep your darling Comte from purchasing the entire store this time.

The shop worker nodded in agreement. “The Madame’s dress is much better for the cooler months. Yes, I will bring you some of our best. Un moment, s'il vous plaît,” they said, stepping out to rifle through a few clothing racks.

You looked around the room. Not much had changed from the last time you were here, except now they had frilly sun hats and sunglasses on display alongside the jewelry and shoes. 

“Has anything caught your eye, ma chérie?” Comte asked, tilting your chin up to look at him. 

“Aside from you, you mean?” You ask with a smile. He responds with a chuckle and a kiss to the forehead. 

“You are so.. Séduisant, mon amour,” Comte murmured, amused. “What am I going to do with you?” 

“Many things, I’d imagine,” you said sweetly. “After all, eternity is a long time.”

Before Comte could reply, the shop attendant returned with a large bundle of fabric bunched in her arms. “I selected a few similar to what you’ve purchased for le Comtesse before, along with a couple of other styles I’m sure would look lovely on her.” She smiled at you. 

“I truly think she could make anything look amazing. Merci beaucoup, mademoiselle,” Comte replied with a cordial smile. “We will take it from here.” 

The attendant curtsied on her way out of the fitting room. “If you have need of anything else, please just let us know.” 

Once you were alone, Comte sat on the ottoman in the room and grinned cheekily. “Strip.” 

Your cheeks bloomed a dark pink. “Don’t say it like that!” You hissed, untying the ribbon at your neck at his request anyway. His laughter filled the room. 

You tried on several outfits that day; all of which were far lighter material than what you had on. They were high-quality, lightweight cotton - and definitely outside of your normal budget. Not that Comte cared about price. If you expressed even the slightest desire for something, the vampire would have dozens of the item in question waiting for you within a day, regardless of practicality or expense. One time, you had been playing with Lumière and commented on how cute he was, and the next day you woke up to an entire litter of kittens in your room, courtesy of Comte. You ended up rehoming all but one of them - a little black thing you had named Minerva. She was probably sunning herself in the window right about now, absorbing all the sun she could. Disgusting.

Comte gave feedback on all of them, but he seemed pleased with every dress you tried on. He chose accessories and shoes for everything you tried on. While le Comte de Saint-Germain may not be the most fashionable of individuals, he could at least pick out matching shoes and jewelry. 

Throughout the fittings, Comte’s eyes only left your figure a handful of times, just long enough to grab a pair of shoes or another accessory. The rapt attention from your lover would have made you feel self-conscious if it weren’t so endearing. Your trained eye could tell that Comte grew somewhat more impatient with every article you tried on, but he never once rushed you. You wondered what had him so antsy, but you decided not to ask. After all, you would be done soon enough.

The last dress in the pile was a beautiful, floral-print cotton gown. The base fabric was white, but it was dyed with small daisies all over. You looked at yourself in the mirror and twisted to get a better look. You tried to reach behind you to lace up the back, but you stopped when you saw him come up behind you. Comte’s fingers gently batted yours aside and he began to lace the dress, looking at you in the mirror as he did so. Your breath caught in your throat as you saw the look he gave you - adoration, desire, and hunger. “It looks beautiful on you,” Comte said honestly as he secured the fastenings. He tightened the laces just enough so it would stay on, but not so much your movement would be inhibited. 

“Everything today has looked good on you, chérie,” he added, his now free hands settling on your hips and pulling you flush to him. You could feel his hardness straining against the smooth material of his trousers. He lightly rubbed his hips against yours.

The feeling of his arousal against your backside caused you to bite your lip and make eye contact with his reflection. His gaze had darkened further and you were suddenly reminded that he was a vampire - a predator - and you were his prey. Rather than fear, however, the sight was more arousing than anything. You almost felt empowered, knowing this man craved you so strongly that his control was only hanging on by a thread. 

Comte began to tug on the lace he had just tied up, loosening the bodice of the dress. You looked up at him in surprise. “I thought you liked the dress?”

“I do,” he said, pushing the sleeves down your shoulders and leaving hot kisses on the now bare skin. “I’ve rather enjoyed getting to play dress up with you today, but I have been looking forward to the moment I got to take them off of you. I can’t keep pretending to be a gentleman right now.” He pushed the dress down your hips, the decorated cotton pooling on the floor, leaving you in your chemise. Comte pulled you backwards, still keeping his eyes on you in the mirror, and bent you over the other side of the ottoman. You complied with his direction, your breath hitching when you felt him run his fingers through your already damp slit. You hung your head and inhaled sharply as he slid in one finger, then two, stretching you slightly.

“You’re already so wet,” he teased. “Such a naughty girl, getting worked up like this in public.” You pushed your hips back against his fingers, but he pulled them out and held you still instead. 

When you heard the sound of fabric rustling, your gaze shot up at the exact time Comte began to press the tip of his cock to your entrance. You looked back at him in surprise, but he turned your face towards the mirror once more. 

“I want you to see how pretty you look while I’m inside you,” Comte said, his voice deep with desire.

“What if someone walks back here?” You asked breathily, biting back a moan as Comte pushed in the rest of the way, filling you completely. “Then we let them enjoy the show,” he replied, snapping his hips against your ass once. You could feel him grinding against the sweet spot deep inside you and you bit your lip hard, straining not to cry out. “I have no intention of stopping. But if you stay quiet like a good girl, they won’t have any reason to come check on us, non?” 

Rather than fucking you into the ottoman, Comte instead opted for shallow thrusts deep in your warmth and continued to grind against you. The constant pressure and friction felt so good it was almost painful. You bit your lip harder, tears springing from the corners of your eyes. Comte reached around to your mouth and gently pulled your abused lip from between your teeth with his thumb. He then slipped the digit between your lips instead, giving you something to keep your mouth occupied without hurting yourself. 

Comte was insistent on keeping your attention on yourself in the mirror. Every time you looked away, he would pull out just enough to where you received no stimulation. When you looked back up at the mirror, you were rewarded with the head of his thick length grinding into your sweet spot again. 

Comte’s other hand slipped between your thighs, his fingers deftly stroking the sensitive bud there. He timed his fingers with his hips, setting a gentle yet insistent rhythm. The lack of movement kept the sounds to a minimum; all that could really be heard around the room was a rustling of fabric and the muffled sighs from the both of you. The extra fabric around the room served as a sort of soundproofing as well, masking the sounds as well. You could feel the tension building in your abdomen, and you pushed your hips back against him. Comte’s lips trailed against your neck, his hot breath puffing against the shell of your ear. 

“Come for me,” he whispered, punctuating his command with a kiss under your ear and the insistent motion of his fingers between your thighs. The pressure in your belly suddenly snapped and you leaned forward, forgetting about the mirror; your inner walls contracting around the cock buried deep in you. Comte’s thumb slipped out of your mouth at the motion, but his hand wrapped around your mouth to prevent you from crying out in pleasure and alerting the store personnel to what exactly you were doing in their fitting room.

With a soft grunt, Comte’s free hand suddenly held your hips still as he too found his release. He instinctually pressed himself even deeper into your warmth and emptied himself inside of you with a shudder. Comte’s mouth settled over your pulse point. The urge to bite you was so intense it was hard to resist. His fangs ached with the desire to sink them into the succulent flesh of your neck, but he couldn't - not yet. Comte instead settled for gritting his teeth and pressing his face against you, a quiet groan escaping his throat. With an exhale and a kiss pressed to your shoulder, he pulled out and neatly tucked himself back in his pants. He moved your underwear back into place, preventing any fluid leakage for now, and smoothed out the skirt of your chemise. 

Comte spent the next five minutes making you both presentable again. Your heart was still pounding in your chest. You weren’t sure you would be able to shop at this store anymore for the sake of embarrassment. Once you were both decent, he shot you a cheeky grin and kissed your forehead. Your face flushed. “You have the worst poker face, ma chérie,” he chuckled. 

“Shut up,” you grumbled weakly in response, exhaling and trying to calm the heat rising in your cheeks.

Comte offered you his arm once more and guided you out of the fitting room. “We’ll take everything she tried on today,” Comte told the store clerk. You groaned in exasperation. You’re going to need a whole wing of the mansion just for your clothes if Comte keeps getting his way. However, that’s a problem for tomorrow you, you decide. For today, you’re content to let him keep spoiling you. 

“Je t’aime, Comte,” you murmur, leaning against his arm. 

“Je t’aime aussi,” he replies, kissing the top of your head. “And I always will.”

Dividers by @natimiles

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Guns N’ Roses Fic: You Don’t Know How This Works

Summary: One morning Howard telephones Axl to interview him and to secretly get under his skin by flirting with his girlfriend, Roxanne. Little does Howard know that Axl has other mischievous plans up his sleeve.

Characters: Axl Rose, OC: Roxanne, and Howard Stern.

Pairing(s): Axl Rose/original female character, Axl Rose/female reader, Axl Rose/Roxanne, Howard Stern/Roxanne.

Rating: Explicit, 21+

Word Count: 2,357

Warnings: Howard is a creep, humiliation, drug use, mentions of bondage, vaginal fingering, forced climax, and oral sex.

A/N: This fic is inspired by Howard Stern’s 1990 interview between Axl Rose and Sebastian Bach. Parts of the interview have been altered to fit this story’s plot. In the fic, Roxanne is semi based off of Erin Everly. Link to video => here

Everything inside the condo was quiet. Morning light seeped into the bedroom, casting a golden glow on both the wrinkled white bedsheets and Axl Rose's sleeping form, while his head was buried underneath a layer of pillows. It was peaceful. Until suddenly, on the nightstand, the telephone began to ring. The obnoxious sound reverberated off the walls. Axl stayed in bed, somewhat blocking out the noise with his pillows.

He had stayed up all night partying with his friends, drinking vast amounts of hard liquor, injecting himself with heroine, and French kissing his beloved sweetheart, Roxanne aka Roxi. His body felt wrecked and his mind harbored a horrible migraine. The ringing only made his problems worse.

Axl groaned awake, picking up the receiver, a hint of grogginess in his tone. "Hello?" Axl's eyes caught a glimpse of the clock - 9:15 a.m. Who the fuck was calling this early?

"Hey, Axl, it's me - Howard Stern. How the hell are you? What have you been up to?"

Axl's peripheral vision was somewhat blurred and his mind was not registering the bombardment of questions Howard threw at him. He sat up in bed, rubbing a hand over his face, hoping his mind would clear up. Unfortunately, for the migraine, it still knocked on his frontal lobe like Heaven's Door. "Wh-what?"

"Come on, man. Don't dodge the question. Tell me about your life. What's been happening? Are you still banging chicks? Writing any new songs? You still partying like a wild animal?" Howard always pried each of his guests on air and wanted to know everything about their life. It didn't matter if it was his business or not, Howard made it his business.

"Yeah, man. Sure."

The answer was vague and Howard knew it. He needed to try a new tactic, go slow, take each question at a time, and then he'd get the answers he was searching for, including some dirt as a bonus. In the end, the turtle won, not the hare. "You sound tired. Did I wake you up?"

"No," Axl lied. "Just laying in bed, reading some magazines."

"Yeah? Any hot chicks on those covers?"

"Not a chance.” He cleared his throat. “They're Rolling Stone articles."

"Oh, business replaced pleasure this morning?"

"If they didn't shred me in the papers it'd be the opposite."

"What kind of shredding?"

"How I don't live an honest life. That kind of bullshit." It was true. The media did try to distort his public image by twisting the facts and cranking out lies about his personal life and incidents that have occurred on tour.

"I hear ya, man. Critics can fuck you right in the ass. It's their job. They wanna fuck every celebrity they can find, including me. I'd rather they sucked my dick. Like in your song, Out Ta Get Me."

Axl snorted. "It's one thing we have in common." His eyes wandered to the other side of the bed, noticing the empty space. Where was his baby girl? Was she in the kitchen brewing some coffee? Making breakfast? Outside of the bedroom, he didn't hear the clinking of dishes to confirm his suspicions, or the aroma of coffee grains. “Roxanne?" Axl called, unaware that Howard was still on the other line.

"Oh, is she there?" Excitement crept into Howard's voice.

Axl grunted. "Yeah, man, she's here..."

"What's she doing right now?"

He shrugged. Why was Howard interested in his girl? It seemed strange…odd. "Hell if I knew. She disappeared on me."

"Uh oh. That doesn't sound so promising," Howard mused. "Is she fucking one of your boys?"

Axl eyed the door. "Nah, man. She's loyal." Or at least he hoped she was. She wouldn't wander out of the condo to fuck one of his band members. If that was the case, he'd tie her down on the bed and remind her who she belonged to. It wasn't the first time that happened and it wouldn't be the last.

"Doesn't sound loyal," Howard commented. "Tell me something: does she have big tits?"

The question took him off guard but Axl tried to remain unfazed. Instead, he chuckled, picturing her voluminous globes and perked nipples. "Why? You jealous?"

"No, no. All I'm saying is," Howard corrected himself, "you're lucky for finding chicks with great racks. It's a rare find these days."

"A lot of 'em are fake, but she's a natural."

Howard paused, listening intently. He heard many rumors about Axl over the years, particularly about his temper. Howard was purposely trying to get a rise out of him and see if he would blow up over the line in front of Howard's daily listeners. He just needed to push each button a little more...

Axl continued, "You can squeeze 'em and all sorts of sounds come outta her like a chew toy."

"You suck her tits too?"

"Lick, bite, suck," he elaborated. "Look, it doesn't matter. She creams for me. End of story."

Around the corner, Axl heard the front door unlatch, creek open, and close. Roxanne must've arrived home.

“Axl?"

"In here, baby."

Roxi walked into the doorway of their bedroom, holding two coffees and dangling a plastic bag, with a bagel logo on it, around her forearm.

Axl sighed with relief. She didn't wake up early to cheat on him. She went out of her way to buy them both breakfast from their favorite bakery across the street.

Roxi held up his beverage, whispering, “Black coffee with extra milk for my King."

Howard interrupted the precious moment with his chattering demands. "Lemme speak to her." If Axl denied his wishes, he wouldn't hear the endless complaints from Howard for the rest of the interview, and Axl was already running low on patience this morning. "Babe, come here. Howard wants to talk to you." Axl motioned for her to step closer.

Roxanne walked in, handing him his coffee, and setting the bag on the nightstand. She grabbed the phone, pressing it against her ear while her index finger snaked around the cord, twirling it. It was a nervous habit. She never spoke to a famous person before, let alone Howard Stern. "Hello?"

"Is this Roxi?" Howard questioned, wanting confirmation.

"Yes."

Her voice was music to his ears. She sounded sweet like licorice, seemed childish like a doll, and innocent like Bambi. He could tell her very essence encapsulated an aura that could only be found within his childhood but was buried underneath life's hellish experiences, stripping away such purity. "You sound very beautiful," Howard complimented.

Roxi blushed, twirling her finger around the cord until her blood circulation came to a halt. "Thank you."

"What are you wearing?"

She looked down at her attire. "I'm wearing a dress."

"What kind of dress? Is it short?"

"No, its long. A long black dress. Nothing fancy."

"I see. I bet it's accentuating your curves, am I right?"

Roxi blushed again, harder this time, and held the phone against her ear tighter, hoping to block out Howard's voice in case Axl overheard him. She knew how jealous and overprotective Axl got, especially towards playful banter. "Thanks. Uhm...it's stylish, yeah."

Howard sensed her uneasiness. It was time to go straight for the kill. "Right. So, tell me, have you and Axl been making love every night?"

Roxanne turned to look at Axl. "Why are you asking me these questions…?" She asked, laughing nervously. Axl caught on and knew Howard was acting unprofessional. He took the phone away from her, sitting her down on his lap. "Howard," Axl said, wrapping an arm around Roxi's waist to keep her glued to his side.

"What, man? I'm just curious. I need to know the details. Is she a good lay?"

"Best lay you'll never have." Axl squeezed Roxi's hip. "She's mine. Nobody can have her."

"Nobody can have her yet she has everybody." Howard shot back.

Axl tried to keep himself composed. "Nah, man. You don't know how this works." He took Roxi's coffee out of her hand and placed it on the nightstand. He cradled the phone with his shoulder, using one of his hands to hold Roxi in place while his other hand sneaked underneath her dress, diving into her panties. She jolted at the sensation, wide-eyed, cupping her mouth shut with both hands.

Why was he displaying his dominance now?! She wondered.

"How what works?"

"This." Axl slid a finger into Roxanne's pussy, making her gasp. He could feel her velvet walls clench around his digit.

"How does it work?" Howard persisted.

"Only I know how it works." Axl slid in another finger, hooking them inside her. Roxi moaned into her palms and arched her back. "I intend to keep it that way." She didn't notice but Axl's eyes turned a shade darker as his dominant, protective side took over.

"Aww, I can't be part of your little club?" Howard found this whole interaction amusing and was oblivious to what was actually occurring.

"Nope. Just me." Axl withdrew both fingers, sliding them along her slit until he found her clit, stroking it. Roxi whined, leaning herself further onto his chest.

"I see. Only the cool kids get to join, huh?"

Axl nodded, stroking her clit a little harder.

Howard shook his head in mock disappointment. "That's alright. I'm not missing much."

Roxi came. Axl swiped his fingers along her cunt, coating them in her warm, fresh juices. “Not a damn thing." He confirmed, sucking away her slick. She was the most delicious thing he ever tasted. She was far superior than any meal Howard would never graze upon in his lifetime.

Roxanne's body went limp against Axl as she tried to catch her breath from the quick yet intense orgasm. She could feel his hardened erection poke into her ass at the seam of his pants. Now it was his turn to get a release.

Lying back on the bed, Axl repositioned Roxi to straddle his waist. She inched her body downwards and undid the leather belt-buckle on his jeans. Next, she used her teeth to unzip the fly of his jeans, tasting a hint of copper on her tongue. Her fingers dug in to free his throbbing manhood that was already leaking precum. In the room, a cool breeze wafted over his cock, helping it grow a few inches.

"So, Axl, tell me, will there be any covers on this album?"

Axl wanted to forget Howard was on the phone. He wanted to forget this interview was even happening and, instead, focus on the pure, erotic bliss Roxanne was gonna provide him. Axl wished he could smash the phone and never hear Howard's annoying voice again. But he couldn't. He needed the recognition. He needed the world - his fans - to hear about his upcoming album. And most of all...he needed a damn good blowjob.

Roxanne suctioned her lips around the base of his cock, diving head down to engulf his shaft in her throat. Axl cursed under his breath and used his free hand to guide Roxi's head, setting the pace.

"It's uhm...it's coming. We recorded Live And Let Die a few months ago."

"Oh yeah? The James Bond hit? I can foresee you guys executing that."

"Yeah, it's been really great." Axl looked down and saw Roxi's head bob up and down, causing her cheeks to hollow out, sharpening the contrast on her cheekbones. It was a lovely sight to behold. He bit back a few moans, cursing under his breath again. He didn't want Howard to know or suspect an inkling about this situation.

Reaching his hand out, Axl caressed Roxi's dark locks and petted her head, a notion that indicated she was being a good girl for making him feel grounded and satisfied.

"I heard a rumor Steven left the band-"

"He didn't leave. He got fired." Before Howard could ask why, Axl responded, “couldn't leave his drugs, couldn't leave her..." He closed his eyes, savoring the moment. Roxanne was more addicting than heroine. Every time he got a piece of her, or she got a piece of him, he craved her insatiably. He could spend all day drinking her sweet nectar until the pipe ran dry. But he would want to come back for more, as if his thirst never got quenched during the first round.

"Mrs. Brownstone," Howard joked.

Axl laughed. "Yeah, yeah. We should've named it that." He could feel his climax approaching like a freightrain. He bucked his hips upwards, causing Roxi to gag a little. She recovered and only sucked him off faster.

"I'm guessing the rest of the album is gonna be a big surprise then?"

Axl grunted and felt his hot seed spurt out of his length into Roxi's milking hole. "Uh huh. Top secret. Classified."

Roxanne pulled her lips away with a popping sound, not loud enough for Howard to notice.

Howard understood and decided it was time to wrap the interview. He knew Axl wouldn't tell him anymore details and it'd be a waste of time to try and coax it out of him. The two men had enough fun for one day. Maybe next time he’ll try again. “Alright, man. Hey, listen, it was great talking to you and I hope we can do this again sometime."

Axl rolled his eyes, trying his best to fake a genuine impression through gritted teeth. "Yeah, man. Sounds great."

"Tell Roxi I hope to see her again soon."

"She won't be here the next time you call."

Howard paused. Did this manic rockstar catch a glimpse of the future just now? “Really? How can you be so sure?" He queried.

"Because...I just know." After announcing his final words, Axl hung up the phone, and turned his attention towards his lover. "Thank you, baby. You did good."

Roxanne sat on her haunches, staring at her King. "Why won't I be able to talk to Howard again?" She asked curiously. She didn't mind not speaking to him, the interview was awkward enough for her. She hated how Howard put her on the spot in front of millions of listeners. But she also wanted to know the reasoning behind it. If her was willing to tell her.

Axl hummed, using his thumb to swipe a droplet of cum from her lower lip. "Because…that's not how it works."

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May I request a Vezalius Bandage x reader with haha semi-public bang schmang? Like there's people who can hear and he's just doesn't care and wants relief after a hard day's work yk what I mean hah ah ahahahaha I misses you princess hope you're doing fantasimal

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by @thechaoticplayer ˚₊ ⊹

ft. vezalius bandage x f! reader — krisis, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ fucking you in the office because he couldn’t wait until the day was over┊0.6k words

contains: smut!! dom zali & sub reader┊semi-public & exhibitionism, established relationship, piv & wall sex

➤ author's note: this one is pretty short, but i’m also planning a hex fic for you so look out for that :)

“god, what’s gotten into you today?” you gasp, skirt and panties haphazardly hanging by your ankles and blouse wrinkled as zali presses you against the smooth surface of the wall, pressing kisses all along your exposed neck while relentlessly rutting into you. your feet weren’t even touching the ground, supported by his arms and his quick-paced thrusts that prevented you from slipping.

he hummed in response, looking at you with adoring, lust-filled eyes. “not sure… you just look so pretty today…” you don’t have a clue what he’s talking about when you haven’t done anything different, and he doesn’t either. he spent most of his time trying to figure out if you changed your makeup or the way you did your hair, but he gave up after spending most of the daying staring at you. he doesn’t need to explain why he’s suddenly so horny for his beautiful girlfriend nor does he need a reason to want pin you down and fuck you senseless, all he knows is that he can’t wait until the day was over to have you.

despite being so enveloped in pleasure at the moment, the possibility of getting caught was also at the forefront of your mind. it was the middle of the day in the office and everyone else was getting lunch when zali pulled you into his cubicle for some fun, someone could walk in at any moment for any reason and hear the squelching sounds of sex nearby.

when you make your concern known and mention that it needs to be quick, he’ll just smirk charmingly and tell you that you should work on keeping down all those cute noises escaping from your mouth then. curse this man’s smooth talking and hot french accent, knowing that it was impossible to keep it down when his cock was continuously bullying your sweet spot with rehearsed precision and made stars spark behind your eyes. 

what happens when two certain heroes walk in, chatting about something or other without a clue about the sinful activity happening so close by? well, you haven’t noticed yet since you’re overwhelmed with bliss and thinking about nothing else that isn’t your approaching climax, but zali certainly did and didn’t care enough to stop. he and his girl just need some relief after a long day of doing menial paperwork about missions— there’s nothing wrong with that.

in fact, he might even make it more noticeable and exaggerate his movements to make sure that they hear who is fucking the prettiest person in the office so well, the one whose voice they hear every day and can clearly tell is the owner of the lovely moans filling the air. the snap of his hips became more pronounced and he relished the feeling of your nails digging into his skin through the fabric of his shirt as you cream around his cock, allowing him to follow suit at the way the walls of your cunt fluttered around him to pull him deeper and practically milking him.

through your shared heavy breathing, he could hear whispering and rushed footsteps quickly becoming fainter. closing his eyes and giving you a gentle kiss on the lips, a feeling of satisfaction bloomed within him before he carried you off to the bathroom to clean you up.

you’re none the wiser about why wilson was blushing so hard and why vanta was struggling to meet your eyes, but zali simply adjusts the back of your skirt discreetly and smiles with a hand wrapped possessively around your waist. maybe later today when everyone goes out to dinner and drinks for another successful week of saving the city, he’ll make your relationship public. while two of them won’t be shocked, everyone else is going to be so pleasantly surprised at the news.

[mochilatae]

Me Time (Namjoon x Yn/Reader)

Word Count: 7.23k

Pairing: Namjoon x Y/n

Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Kissing (french and other), oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, clit/pussy sucking, orgasms (multiple, yours and his), flirting, seduction, semi-missionary sex, intense sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, Namjoon has money/a nice place/is a rich guy in this one. If I missed one, it is what it is. 

Genre: Strangers to Lovers, PWP

AUs: None

Summary: You head to the woods for a Me Day. When you encounter a handsome stranger more than once, it becomes an ‘Us’ day that you could get used to. 

Author’s Note: Glad to be back and I’m happy to have my comeback be a Namjoon adventure. This was requested by @worldwideseal a bit ago and I've been trying hard to finish it.

Thank you for reading. If you enjoyed it, let me know in a comment. 

Tag list: @askkrisachan @kiestrokes

It was a solid battle. A contemplation in the drinks aisle, door open and chilled air rolling over your sun warmed skin. If you were accused of debating too long, it wasn’t something you’d deny. The cool air felt nice on the sting of what had clearly proved a bit too long in the midday sun. 

A wonderful way to start your weekend: an unexpectedly challenging hike that was supposed to take less than 30 minutes from the parking lot. But that proved to be for those initiated types–the ones who made a hike with a considerable grade look like a jaunt. 

For you it was a bit more like a gauntlet of misery. So you’d more than justified it to yourself, leaning against the drinks cooler door frame, letting your profile crush against the frosted surface. 

You hadn’t heard the footsteps approaching but the voice came through. Clear. Amused. No need to look because a grin stretched the distance between the few words over your shoulder.

“Contemplating life or flavors?” 

You straightened, grip finding and holding the door handle. The chilly rush over your cheeks did something to help the panic, which helped a little. You couldn’t blame that kind of tell on lack of sunscreen or an unplanned too-long-hike in the sun.

“It’s rough.” You barely replied. Eyes popping, you grabbed the brightest color visible front and center: blue ice. Lowest on your list, but it was in your hand and you stepped aside.

A large hand grazed your own as grips traded on the door handle. 

The form stepping into your spot in front of the open case was just obvious enough: Big. Broad. Tanned just right. The kind of golden that said it was real deal stuff. No spray tan or tanning bed nonsense. 

The man leaned forward, eyes closing as he hummed into the same cold air your pores sucked up earlier. 

You swallowed, eyes lingering on the necklines. And the biceps, rounded, stressing the cuffs of his white t-shirt sleeves just enough. Suddenly you were hungry–the handful of crackers and cheese burned up long ago in the car. You’d eaten fast and should have prepared more, but now you saw something meaty. 

Something in a healthy, hunky shape, grinning your way, eyes finally open and meeting your nervous stare. Your eyes widened again. At least you kept your mouth neutral–an even line. 

He had a nice smile selecting the same flavor you’d chosen, then nodding your way.

“Good flavor. You like it too?” 

You looked down, turned the bottle over in your grip, and looked back up.

Shrugging, you waved the bottle a little. “It’s up there.” 

One perfectly thick brow arched as the man offered a timid smile. He didn’t move much, but his bangs still lolled. The tips feathered his forehead, hypnotizing your senses for a moment. You’d barely noticed the world huffing up the winding trails outside the store, melting under your tank top and workout leggings.

He had the faintest sweat–something normally unappealing. He’d managed to make a biological response magical. The slickness on his skin looked good.

“Up there? Not your go-to?” 

In the middle of the only store for 45 minutes in either direction, there wasn’t room to be choosy.  Trade offs were made for a weekend away from your city apartment. A lot more space. A lot LESS amenities. 

But sometimes there were unexpected perks—exhibit A standing just within reach. 

Blue Ice traded hands as he reached into the case again. This time he selected a considerable bottle of Evian and shook it, like you’d done before. Both his cheeks developed dimples as he beamed.  

“Can’t beat water. Perfect palette cleanser.” Murmuring, his fingers wrapped both bottle necks with room to spare as they overlapped.

“You’re not local.” He added once his assessing gaze finished at your face. 

Your fingers tightened on the cold plastic bottle that you now gripped for dear life. Your throat was tight enough. It wasn’t the only part suddenly unable to relax. The reason was familiar and longer overdue: Attraction. Raw and unbridled. Washing over you.

A scoff dislodged the lump in your throat, allowing a breath.  

“Is it that obvious?” 

You boiled inside all over again–as warm inside as the surface of your skin felt outwardly when a wide, warm smile changed the entire handsome face in front of you. 

If he was a local you’d eat the map you’d grabbed from the gift shop ‘section’ of the store. 

“Maybe.” He added a wink, then looked beyond you, towards the clerk leaning into the counter by the register, yawning her way through the local paper with low lids. She hadn’t looked up when you came in, but she couldn’t have missed this guy.

“Are you?” It was natural to ask so you didn’t feel awkward about it. 

“Yes and No.” 

“What’s that mean?” You watched his free hand go into a pocket, then come back out with a square of leather.

His head jerked towards the end of the aisle and you took a step, matching his as he walked and talked. 

“I don’t live here year round. I visit now and then.”

“Family?” Your eyes scanned the shelves as you moved along, trailing the man but also debating just how hungry you felt before it was too late and you were back into the hike back to your car. It seemed just a touch too far away right now and those Oreos on the upcoming end cap looked all too tempting. 

“No.” He chuckled, glancing at you, then following your eyes to the Oreos. With a rakish grin, the man grabbed two packs and they joined the drinks, tucked against the inside, pinned in place by the inside of his arm. 

You suddenly wondered what that arm would feel like around your neck. Maybe bent over the counter, with his lips along your ear, his hips screwing slowly against your ass. Bold and full of fire. 

That kind of body heat wouldn’t be the worst thing to suffer. You were piping hot in a few places as it was. 

“I own a place up the hill.” He was stopped at the aisle end. You thought about going around, but didn’t. No need to end this encounter any sooner than it was going to be over. It wasn’t getting any less hot outside either. 

“Yeah?” You returned a smile. 

“Mmhm. What’s your name?” 

You hesitated, bringing the drink bottle to your neck and rolling it along one side. You kind of like it more than a lot that his eyes followed the motion. His patient smile didn’t falter but something flashed in his eyes. 

“Y/n.” 

“Nice to meet you.” He said. “I’d shake your hand but—”

Your hand shot out. Until now you weren’t the type for hand shakes. How quickly that changed. 

“Namjoon” He pumped your hand as he spoke again. That big palm was warm and smooth. Silky and dry. By contrast you wondered just how dewy your palm still felt. You’d spent quite a bit of time wiping palms on your thighs as you’d paused all too often on every hill during the hike. But he didn’t have to know that. 

Namjoon gave no indication he minded, if anything was amiss. “Nice to meet you.” 

Finally he moved again and you watched his back as he stopped at the counter. The employee barely looked up, coming away from the counter to situate herself mostly behind the register. The beep of each scan started. In between Namjoon made more conversation, which was a relief because you couldn’t keep your focus on talking with the way your eyes feasted on his ass and calves.

Everything from his hips down looked impossibly tight in his light gray workout pants. 

“You hiked up here then?” 

Leaning around him, you stole a look at your chosen drink still on the counter, then sighed. 

“Yeah.” 

Namjoon moved your bottle towards his selections. The girl was efficient, scanning so fast you had no time to protest. With a single blink you pointed. 

“...That’s mine.” 

He had to forget. That was it. Best to remind him. Just like him, you’d queued up to pay. Reasonable for how you expected things to go. Even if you hadn’t expected to meet someone in the middle of choosing. But that was life sometimes: unplanned, bringing pleasant surprise on the back of undesired situations.

“I know.” Namjoon opened his wallet. 

You noted several cards in various colors. Even black—you knew enough about people who owned a black card. It took a certain level of financial security and comfort to get one of those. 

He’d already paid and turned towards you again with your drink held out in offering. You took it. When he passed a pack of Oreos along after, you sputtered. It wasn’t an insult to injury for the extra sugar, or the worst thing. The cheap energy would help your dreaded trip back down the hill. 

Still… How he’d decided to be so kind. To a stranger. 

“Why?” You inquired, low and confused. Feeling all kinds of knotted up inside at his kindness and that flame still going inside your chest. 

Namjoon stepped around you and started for the door, taking your focus with him as you turned, and paced him with your stare. Looking back, he held the door open and spoke. 

“I wanted to. Be careful out there.” 

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You kept replaying things in your head, carefully shuffling sideways down the steep hill. There hadn’t seemed to be so many on the way up, but the grade felt a lot more intense going the other direction, towards the store. 

Now, having some distance from the store, you felt a little sheepish over quietly cursing your decision to come up here. It was a lovely day outside, instead of the boiling, sun soaked hell you’d sworn it had become earlier.

Unscrewing your drink cap you took another healthy swallow and swatted at the tinny whine of a mosquito hovering near your ear. You slapped another away from your shoulder and marched down the hill again, taking more cautious steps. 

As you came around a corner, you noticed a form and barely glanced further beyond, where the hill sloped down again, into the shadows of forest canopy. Darkness and coolness was promised and you couldn’t wait. 

You made your way by with measured steps, almost shuffling to keep from tumbling down the trail, treading on the loose gravel and natural divots of long dislodged rocks.

It wouldn’t be attractive to go the rest of the way down on your backside. 

“Y/n?”  A curious voice, tinged in muted surprise.

You looked towards the voice as your pace slowed and  the figure turned to greet your approach. Clear as day: the tall frame with white t-shirt impressively stretched over a broad front. 

Namjoon’s face, still fresh as it’d been meeting him a bit ago, beamed. 

His sunglasses were off, resting on his head and he wiped a hand on his thigh, then extended it. You tried wiping a hand too, missing a good amount of the dirt kissed palm. Namjoon shook hands anyway. 

As he glanced where you’d been heading, you stole a once over. Namjoon didn’t look any more sweat soaked than he’d been. The hill grades weren’t a challenge for him. If he’d hiked to get to that store too, he was in MUCH better shape. You’d never have guessed he’d just come up these hills, looking unflagged in front of the drink cooler.

“So you didn’t drive to the store.” You voiced the determination, earning a raised brow. 

“Is that bad?” 

“No.” 

“I DID drive to the parking lot down there.” Namjoon motioned in that direction. “The road is too long and winding through the woods to get up there safely. From the parking lot it’s an easier walk.” 

An easier walk. You scoffed softly and wiped the back of a hand across your brow. 

“You parked down there too?” He continued, casually wiping trail dust off his shirt. 

“Not quite.” When he looked up again, both brows rose. The least you could do was a little more explanation. Lamely you added “..My friend dropped me off. I have to meet her back down there in a little bit.” 

“That’s nice of her.” He murmured with a smile. His cheekbones had a brief glimmer. Even the overhead sun couldn’t do a thing to dim his appeal. Sweaty or dry as a bone. Rain soaked. Something told you that Namjoon was all-weather handsome. 

“Yeah.” You agreed.

You watched your sneaker toe bully through the dirt in an uneven line. Your muscles protested menacingly from this tiny action. Much too much. Burning and twitching had found a nice home there. The croissant and half a coffee you’d wolfed down for morning fuel hadn’t left a single ounce of energy by now. You were paying for it now, even with half a sports drink down. 

“You should walk down there with me.” 

You were equally surprised and thankful he asked. The  company was welcoming and you needed to see his car. Having several cards in his wallet and looking so good even after a moderately intense hike? Namjoon wasn’t driving a beater. 

“Sure..” You responded, waiting just long enough to look like it’d been a little debate. 

Namjoon pushed upright from the leaning he’d been doing against a tree just off the trail and stepped towards you. Turning to face downhill, he strode forward and you followed, falling into pace. His strides were long, but he went slow enough. It was like he sussed your flagging energy and mounting fatigue. You weren’t exactly projecting boundless energy.

However long the hike felt going uphill, time bent again and it seemed over all too soon as you paced Namjoon to the parking lot’s asphalt edge after coming around the last trail bend a short time later. 

As you stood next to him, looking at the few cars in spaces scattered across the lot, Namjoon turned his face up to the sun and let his head fall back.

You slid your pack straps off both shoulders and brought it around to your front. Namjoon rifled through his pocket, doing the same to free himself from his mid-size backpack. The keys jingled as he looked away from you, to a far corner of the lot. 

“Your friend here yet?” He inquired, squinting.

You scanned. Nowhere did you see the familiar rust nibbled Isuzu. An antique by some measure but it served her father well in college and he’d maintained the interior parts enough to keep it going even now. The car got you up here and you were fairly confident it’d get you back to town. 

“Not yet.” You thought about calling but didn’t go for your cell phone, setting your pack at your feet instead. Namjoon noticed, double taking. 

“Well..” He began, leaning down and grabbing a strap, then lifting the pack like it was empty. It certainly hadn’t felt that way going up OR down the trail. “..Let me drive you? Where are we headed?”

“You don’t have to–” A tut cut you off toot suite.

“I want to, Y/n. Where are we going?” 

Inhaling, you almost choked on trail dust still lingering at the lot edge. The dread of the trip back home in a car without AC was pulling you down into despair. In spite of your friend's optimism, all the windows down had not helped nearly as promised and it wouldn’t be better now, sweaty and tired. 

You glanced at Namjoon after a moment.

“...Well.. Where are you going?”

Namjoon’s smile was cheeky. “Me? I have a place about 20 minutes drive from here. You’re welcome to hang out there and wait for your friend.” 

“I could do that.” You should, not wanting to go all the way back up that hellish trail, to the store. No way you’d make it. No need to even delude yourself. The Isuzu and the trail would not see YOU again, for now. 

“Yeah? I know it’s cliche. Stranger danger..”

“Maybe but.. What the hell. It’ll be nice to see your place and find out there’s more than a few damp cabins out here. So long as it’s not a rotting shack in the pines, we’re golden.” Your mind supplied endless visions of bugs, bears and poison oak. It was anybody’s guess what you’d encounter but there was 1 of those 3, minimum. 

“Hmm.” A playful glare leveled your way. “There’s not much land value in a moss covered single level dwelling these days. The market wouldn’t bear it and I’m not into that kind of ambiance.” 

“Thank goodness.” 

Namjoon reached where he’d been looking: the lot corner, and a cobalt blue sedan parked there. It was dusty but otherwise in great shape. MUCH better than no-AC and AM radio only.

You followed, keeping within a step or two. As you both made your way, Namjoon spoke again. 

“You can call your friend when we get to my place and hang out until they get there. Deal?” 

You nodded.

He opened the passenger door first and watched you climb in, then moved to that back passenger door and opened it. A gentle lob had both your packs situated across the back seat.

As Namjoon settled into the driver’s seat, you buckled your seatbelt,then let your legs stretch out. The footwell was roomy too. This was proving to be a good decision the more time went on. You wouldn’t have bet on this kind of luck turn hours ago.

Namjoon was smiling, watching you get comfortable. The car came to life. He adjusted the rearview mirror.

“I wouldn’t object to some food too.” You suggested, watching him study the mirror’s reflection, then glance back as he reversed out of the parking spot. He shifted to drive, jaw muscles briefly flexing before he spoke.

“I can take care of that.”

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You finished the last bite of apple and chewed, staring out the picture window. 

Namjoon had more than a ramshackle place with walls, windows and a few doors. It was like something out of Mountain Living magazine–of which you were sure you’d seen a few issues neatly stacked on the coffee table in the living room when he’d led you through. 

This kitchen was spacious. More than any other cabin you’d spent time in.Even if that number wasn’t high, THIS place was impressive. It shouldn’t have been a shock, spotting all the cards in his wallet. That was plenty of foreshadowing. 

Even if assumptions weren’t fair.

You swallowed and turned away from the view, setting the remains of the apple on the kitchen table and headed for the living room. You took a loop around the perimeter, studying the bookshelf, paying close attention to the single shelf dedicated to what looked like photo albums. 

You were tempted to pull one off and go through it. But you didn’t, turning your attention to the photos on the nearby wall: lots of candid photos of nature. Namjoon’s selfies tended to be unique: his form standing in the distance of the shot, back to the camera. 

Or in silhouette barely at the edges. You liked a particularly vibrant one of his bare back to the camera, shorts soaked to the skin with water, flesh glistening in the sun against the expanse of a sky so blue it hardly seemed real. 

It looked like some kind of lake. You wondered where this body of water was, hopeful it wasn’t far, then went to work pondering how it would have been behind the lens, taking the shot.

...And what would happen after, when the picture was done and Namjoon turned around with that smile. 

A smile you’d grown to really like A LOT since the store. 

Hearing a door close, you turned towards the dark hall where the sound had come from. There was a little motion under the door at the far end, shadows moving across a sliver of light at the bottom. 

A moment later the door came open and Namjoon’s form filled the newly made space. Not long after his footsteps came towards you. When he came through from the dark into light, your senses reeled. 

Namjoon was flushed and smiling, hair wet and slicked back, cheeks plumped in a shy grin. He’d changed shirts. This one was thinner and more ivory than optic white. You knew that shape at the front of his chest and the tiny perking points. 

You blinked away the stun and smiled back. 

“You reach your friend?” He asked, walking towards, then around you, heading for the couch. 

You turned. “Yeah.” You’d hit voicemail. It wasn’t your best message and you probably sounded breathless, describing what had happened on your hike and trying to summarize Namjoon in the space of 30 seconds. 

Lord knows how your friend would take it. 

“I…” You paused and Namjoon’s head turned your way. 

“Hmm?” He’d paused arranging the couch cushions, even though they looked perfect to you. “What is it?” 

God you felt…dumb admitting this but it was best to spit the truth out. Time would betray you eventually. 

“I wasn’t sure of your address so I couldn’t leave one on the voicemail.” 

Namjoon chuckled warm and slow. You wanted to grab a throw pillow nearby and stuff your face into it, to swallow up the responsive squeal aching to escape your throat. 

“I guess I hadn’t thought about that.” He motioned to the magazines. “You could have done it the sneaky way.. That’s got my address.” 

“I’m not a sneaky type.” You replied. Namjoon nodded. 

“Appreciate that. Well.. “ He inhaled and picked up one of the smaller pillows, then lobbed it at the far end of the couch. “...If you want to call them back, I’ll give you my address–officially.” 

Did you REALLY want to call your friend right now? This place was pretty damned nice and so was the company. Mulling it over, you finally shrugged. 

“In a little bit.” Namjoon’s brows dropped. You fumbled, continuing. “...If that’s okay? I mean…I can—” 

“It’s fine.” His brows were soft arches over dark, comforting eyes again. “I like the company.” 

“Me too.” It was exciting how the confession sent heat through you. Rubbing at your neck, you realized how sweaty and icky you still felt. Namjoon’s head cocked as he walked closer to you. 

“I’m really glad we met today, Y/n. I like the isolation here but…Having another person around is even better, when I’m in the mood.” 

“Is it?” You croaked, swallowing a lump. Your nod was almost a twitch. “..You’re in the mood to have someone around today?” 

“I wasn’t at first.” Namjoon’s pause dragged on until you met his stare, gazing into the depths of his eyes right there, just above you. “..That changed…” He snickered and softly murmured “...for some reason.” 

You could tell he was being cheeky and it was delightful. You couldn’t help giggling too. 

“I wonder why..” You sighed. 

After a minute, Namjoon looked around. “Let’s get a little more comfortable then. You want to go clean up? My shower’s back there..”

He indicated where he’d come from, with a nod. As if you hadn’t watched him go there prior, the apple pressed to your lips and heart pounding as you drank in this entire place. 

“Thanks..” Was all you managed, head bowing a little. You slipped past him. Namjoon’s turn to watch you go briefly clear in your peripherals. 

“Just pick whatever out of my dresser. Plenty to choose from. See you soon.” 

“You have a beautiful bathroom.” You confided, watching Namjoon standing next to you. It was getting to a really nice addiction: you and he, just sharing this space. It’d only been a few hours but it was like a lifetime away from the rest of the world.

Namjoon looked away from the living room window and smiled at you. “Thanks.” 

What you’d WANTED to say was ‘This whole place is amazing.’, but you weren’t psychic or brave enough to voice that–just yet. 

Combing wet strands back, you shook your hair out again. It was still a little damp from the shower, but you felt so much better with the grime and sweat washed away.

You hadn’t realized just how much you’d collected tromping up and down the hills out there. Not until you’d felt the rivulets of perfectly hot water winding down your body under the massive shower head, did you really conceive how messy you’d gotten. 

The whole shower experience here left your skin humming and nicely warm. A far cry from your apartment’s modest water pressure and scalding or ice cold temperature poles. If you were honest, you could get used to this. 

“I appreciate the compliment.” Namjoon finally said. “I wasn’t sure about the head but it’s got your approval. Think I’ll keep it.” 

When you locked eyes, he winked, grin wider than before. He was more handsome with dimples. 

“What else do you do out here, alone?” You voiced your curiosity this time. Maybe it was the inhibitions washed away with the sudsy heat or something else at play, but it was out before you could regret.

Namjoon took it well.

“Alone? Hmmm. Sometimes I sit out on the back deck or soak in the hot tub outback and stare at the sky. Listen to nature. Ponder the big questions in life..” 

It all sounded pretty damned good. Beat the hell out of your couch and the usual television fare. 

“Hmm.” You stared at him again. Another question slipped out as quickly as it had popped into your mind. “...And when you’re not alone?” 

You matched the way Namjoon raised a brow. When he chuckled your chest went light. 

“Bit of an intimate kind of question, isn’t it?”

“Maybe.” You retorted. “If what you do is something intimate.” 

Like storm clouds rolling across a sky, darkening the beauty with impressive danger, a shadowy energy flitted through Namjoon’s eyes. But you weren’t scared. You were absolutely riveted. For once in your normally gun shy, socially conservative life. 

“And if I said it was something intimate?”

He was good, dodging a direct answer just enough. He knew just how to feed your interest with words and the things between them. You licked your lips, feeling them twitch as your tongue rolled along. 

“..Sounds like a good time. Care to share?” 

Who were you, suddenly digging for details? Normally this was kosher for your friends. You’d earned the right, but with a basic stranger like Namjoon? You knew you had a lot of nerve. And you were taking a HUGE gamble. 

“Mmm.” Namjoon stepped close again, not much space now between the front of his body and your own. You didn’t back up, lifting your chin to keep eye contact. His smile shrank. 

“I do whatever I want. Or..my guest wants. I’m interested in being the best host I can, if I have company.” 

“Yeah?” 

Namjoon nodded. He let you take another breath, then continued.

“You’re my guest. What do you want to do? What’s your pleasure?” It was really, REALLY sexy the way Namjoon was opening his place to you. And from the energy you detected, he was willing to give himself too. 

“Have you ever done it here?” 

“Done ..’it’? What’s it?” He queried, teasingly. Your forehead felt hot again. You blinked and Namjoon leaned down a little.

“..You mean sex? Are you asking me if I’ve fucked here?” His breath washed across your lips. You couldn’t help nodding or the whine that escaped. Namjoon’s hungry stare burrowed into your soul. He nibbled briefly on his lip.

“I have. Plenty of times. It’s been a while, though.” 

“Has it?” You squeaked as he ran fingertips along your jaw and added pressure at your chin, tipping your face up more. 

“Mmnhmm.” Namjoon’s smile unfurled again. “..Has it been long for you?” 

You stammered, suddenly amnesiac over the last time you’d properly fucked. Of course you had, and the experiences rated ‘okay’ by usual standards, but work and life wedged a lot of time between each session. Forgettable was too perfect a way to describe how it all seemed now.

“It’s been a minute.” You finally managed. 

“Want to remedy that?” 

Maybe it sounded corny coming from anyone else, in a dark, muggy club dancefloor or bar, but Namjoon’s suggesting it now came off only as unadulterated heat. And something you wanted so very much. 

“Yes.” It was a gasp. Maybe a plea. 

“God Y/n..” Namjoon watched your fingers circling his broad wrist. You pulled his hand closer to your lips and grazed them over a few fingertips. You tingled as his lips parted and his lids lowered.

Whatever he was trying to say you were sure it was the same feeling flooding through your entire body. Pulsing inside you, ending right between your legs as they trembled like they’d never done before. More than any hike could ever induce. 

You cut him off.  “..Relax me, Namjoon. Make me forget everything for a while.” 

It was like the shadow darkened hallway stretched on forever as Namjoon moved, carrying you. You couldn’t wrap around him more, but you wanted to try, tightening your thighs around his waist. 

He didn’t have wide hips, but they were sturdy as he walked, pacing slowly across the wood floor in a leisurely path to the bedroom. You dimly knew the space waited beyond that doorway at the far end. And you wanted time to condense again, to bring you both where nature said you should be: in Namjoon’s bed. 

Doing things that nature intended for two people at the mercy of attraction were fated to do. 

Namjoon didn’t pause kissing you as he opened the door, then bumped it wider with a hip. You were in the bedroom, the setting sun’s rays barely filtering through the treetops outside the nearby window. 

As he paused at the bed, then leaned over it, the kiss broke. Reds and fiery orange hues outlined Namjoon’s triangular upper body as he braced a palm into the bed, finally leaned over enough that your back met the mattress. 

“Let go.” He whispered. 

You fell entirely into the bed, grateful for the cushioned fall. Your hair and limbs splayed. Namjoon’s eyes stayed on your, enjoying your slow wriggle as he grasped his shirt and hauled it up, then off. It met the bed nearby. 

Your own hands clutched down the length of your body, finding the shirt you’d chosen from his offered selection.

“Don’t.” Namjoon growled, dropping his bottoms next. Then his briefs, unbothered at the ferocity of his erect cock springing vertical on escape. He mounted the bed on one knee, outside your hip, then the other one joined and he loomed over your again, head to toe bare of a stitch of clothes. 

Sure you’d pondered how he looked in that shower when he’d taken his turn. And under those tight workout pants in the store. Now all was coming clear. All was on a platter, right in front of you—or over you, as it were. 

Your body arched, breasts jostling. Namjoon cupped the outside of a breast and stroked his thumb across the nipple. It perked and he studied the shape through the t–shirt. A garment you desperately wanted to lose. 

In the game of ‘naked’, he was leagues ahead of you. 

“I’m…Namjoon, please–” You sputtered, then groaned loudly when he pinched that tight nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then tugged. His touch was gone in a blink and he gathered your shirt, pushing it higher, up to your neck. Head bowed, he backed down towards the foot of the bed a bit more, until his mouth stopped above your navel. 

“Let me.” He purred, peeling down the boxers you’d borrowed too, and taking them to your knees. While one hand pushed them to your ankles, then off, Namjoon’s nose spiraled your mound. 

You heard his inhale. The groan he let out was sinfully needy too. You bent your right knee, drawing that leg up a little more and lifting your ass off the bed. Delivering your pussy right against his wide open mouth, swooping in to latch onto your clit. 

Namjoon sucked deep and tight, lips perfectly sealed. Then the pulsing started. He was quiet enough, only making a pop sound when he pulled away now and then. 

It wasn’t like he needed to suck your clit or slide his tongue through your folds to open them. It already felt hot and slippery. Your flesh ached in a way that said making out had long since done the trick. 

But Namjoon was enjoying himself and explored with his pointer finger, tracing it through you, stopping down at your opening. Teasing the winking muscle until it clenched again and your thighs shook. 

“You’re so wet..Y/n. You like this don’t you? Are you always this ready when it’s been a while?” 

You nodded. You couldn’t be sure it was true but if that’s what he wanted to hear, if felt like the truest answer you could give. He seemed to accept it diving down to lick, then stab his tongue deeper into you, pushing through your muscle. 

He scooped your widening thighs up and wrapped them over his shoulders. Hugged them against the sides of his neck as he moaned, jaw dropping wider open. Pushing into you, lifting your hips higher and bringing your ass off the bed again.

A lake of heat was swirling in your belly. You wanted to tell him you were close because you felt like the edge was right there, you precariously toes over and staring down into the fall. 

But you couldn’t get the words out. It was only a long, confused hiss of pleasure as fingers slid into you. Pulled out and dipped in again. Namjoon’s fingers worked to stir you up inside, drawing slick out from the depths, slathering it all over you on the outside. Making a delicious mess. 

When you couldn’t take it anymore and your chest heaved, Namjoon pulled back enough and shrugged your legs off his shoulders. He joined them together and turned you onto one side, hooking them neatly over the bend of one elbow, palm planted deep into the bed with an impressive divot.

It was so much concentrated weight focused into one point, you felt the bed sink just a little. Namjoon’s face came into view over you. He groped between your bodies, finding himself and guiding the tip to nest perfectly against you. 

When his bare cock slid inside you, it was done in a single, firm stroke. It wasn’t about the power of his thrust. It was the unhesitant drive in his hips, planting his cock deep and pushing a strangled gasp right out of you. 

Your upper body twisted, neck and head craning away. Profile bracing into the bed, you inhaled, head spinning off the scent of clean, fresh soap, light sweat and errant traces of Namjoon’s natural scent. 

You keened as he pulled back, slid a hand down your side and cupped the hip facing up, then sunk back in. The pumping was seamless. He flowed in and out of you, building speed but keeping the perfect depth. Hitting spots inside you that sent sparks across your scalp. Sent rails of fire down your spine. Curled your toes, when he circled into you and his hips snapped. 

“You feel so good on my cock.. God baby..that’s it..” Over you, Namjoon’s exhale coasted along your skin, burning hot as he muttered wondrously.

You could only whimper, nails sunk into the crook of his nearer elbow, head rolling back to keep your briefly open eyes focused on the ceiling beyond Namjoon’s rocking head. 

He murmured. Fucked. Pushed your knees high as he folded your twisted body up more. Condensed what little tight, wet space was inside you, more and more. There was only so much room and it was full–slick came out more and more as he pulled out and rammed back in. 

It was an unmistakable wet slap loud and clear over Namjoon’s huffing. He was putting in the work and you were back at the edge, now something invisible wrapping and pulling you over. You tumbled, cumming hard. Cumming quick, seizing around his cycling cock.

Namjoon’s head lolled backwards, but he kept going, through your rippling walls. Working up a froth through the creamy mess building as you squeezed and pulsed. Your throat opened as you groaned out a “P..Please..don’t s..stop…”

Your guts seized so hard you couldn’t cry out when Namjoon heeded your request and let himself really go, fucking you deeper. Harder. Jerking your whole body up the bed as he followed. You weren’t escaping–not from him. Not from the gut wrenching orgasm ripping through you. 

The world whited as your eyes rolled up entirely, leaving you sightless. Your purpose on this earth: to feel every bit of ecstasy rushing through you and sending you to the brink of human experience. 

With the release of pressure a trickle followed down to your ass. Namjoon faltered. His lips dove down to your ear.

“..Inside or…o..out..” 

No time to think meant no room for regret. You HAD to know. 

“Inside. Fill me up, Namjoon..” Your lips joined in a deep, ravenous kiss, gobbling up his moan as he shuddered. A few rough thrusts later, he was still, plunged deep, pulsing. Your twitching pussy probably felt like heaven to him as he emptied every drop into you.

When it was over, Namjoon carefully pulled back. His cock slipped out and you felt emptier. For a moment your muscles stayed open, then closed up tight. Like they were determined to hold onto every ounce of what this man had just given. 

“Holy…shit.” Namjoon wiped a forearm across his brow and laughed slowly, Adam’s apple dancing. 

“You felt..so good.” You blurted out. It took a few moments to see beyond the last rays of sunset through the window. The bouquet of colors was gone, leaving a muted, reddish haze. 

Namjoon’s shoulders flexed back as he rolled his neck. “..If you could understand how your pussy feels.. Fuck..” With a groan he combed his bangs back. 

“Worth the wait?” 

You tickled the downy trail running south, below his navel, then situated both calves on the outside of his hips. Namjoon’s hands rested loose on your hips. He wasn’t shy, eyeing your whole body and wearing the smirk of a job well done. 

There was no doubt he’d smashed your previous experiences. Your insides twitched and your head had barely cleared. You’d just come back to the present, cobbling together enough focus for basic conversation. 

“And then some..” Namjoon hummed, seizing your wrist and bringing that hand to his lips. He tucked a kiss into that palm. Leering down at you, he cupped that hand against the center of his chest. Right between those big, perfectly muscled pecs. 

“Ready to call your friend?” There was a distant hope sparkling in his eyes. You knew as well as he did: No was acceptable, again. 

“In a little bit.” You murmured, then glanced at his bedroom door. He’d left it open. His mouth shifted into a half grin. 

“Something else you want—maybe somewhere else around here?” 

“Well I noticed a hot tub outside.” 

“That’s right.” Namjoon’s muscles shifted under your palm. Your fingers curled along his skin, lightly pressing in, trying to feel more. You wanted more of him, not just the tour of his place. 

“We should try it out.” 

“We can do that. A soak is good for the muscles.” 

“I’ve heard that. ….Got time to give me a full tour after that?” Whatever he might have planned for the rest of his night, he didn’t flinch and his expression stayed pleasant. Welcoming, like his gaze following your legs up to your core and taking a long time to linger there. 

“You’re really changing my mind about this whole cabin in the woods thing.” You added. Namjoon puffed his chest and leaned forward, releasing his hold on your hand as if he knew you’d keep that palm against him. 

You didn’t prove him wrong, adding the other palm as he pressed down over you. A kiss was on the horizon and you tipped your face up. His weight felt good on you–Namjoon’s large frame trapped you in the best way. 

He was warm. His cock was tacky but already semi hard as it inched across your belly. 

“I’m always up for a chance to change an opinion. We can go have a soak and you can think about calling your friend after.” 

You offered a faux pout. “Are you saying I have to leave?” 

“That’s not even close to what I said. Definitely wasn’t thinking it..” Even being faintly chastised felt good. You couldn’t say you had the same take away back at work, in front of your boss or direct report. 

“Good to know.” You snuck a look down to what you could make out of your body underneath Namjoon. It was still damp enough between your thighs. You knew it wouldn’t be as bad as it had been still in the act, but you knew a wipe down was in order before you dared stick a toe in his hot tub. 

Call it respect, but you also wanted a chance to explore what things looked like after you’d been daring enough to ask for and receive what had to be a healthy load inside. That hadn’t happened since your last committed relationship. 

You looked up again, watching Namjoon’s face disappear as he sucked a kiss at the bottom of your neck, where it joined your shoulder. Afterwards he sat up and backed down the bed. He offered both hands to help you up. 

When you stood upright face to face, the bed at your back, you felt shy. Your legs felt surprisingly weak. You swallowed, finding your mouth cottony. 

“Let’s grab a drink too. You can show off your kitchen and the living room? You’re into photography I noticed.”

“What makes you say that?” He tugged you along, taking a step at a time backwards towards the bedroom doorway. If it hadn’t been his cabin, you’d wonder if he’d walked around his place in the city like this. What was that place like? 

You wanted to know more about who Namjoon was beyond this big getaway spot in the woods and his generous many-card credit power. 

“I saw photo albums on your bookshelf.” 

“Yeah.” Namjoon’s features smothered darkness as he crossed the bedroom door threshold into the hallway. “I dabble now and then. Whenever I’m here.” 

“Would love to see it.” 

“We can add that to the tour. I do like to keep my guests happy.” 

“And I think I like this whole day in the woods. Might be time to find out about what a weekend away would be like.” 

Namjoon’s body was against you again as your travel paused midway down the hall. You didn’t have to see, only feel and you knew he was going for a kiss. You surrendered your mouth and he took his time, tongue exploring lightly. 

“A little Me Time…I can support that–in more than one way.”   

[unnervinglyferal]

Saw a thing that made me think of you for some reason. Gonna paste the entire reddit post here rather than link it, because you need to read in real time for the funny:

"My (31M) wife (32F) and I are in a healthy and happy relationship. That said, we’ve been together since high school, so we both feel that we missed out a little by being each others’ only sexual experiences. We’ve talked about this at length and decided a few years ago that we’re ok with having a few hall passes in our relationship, since we very much intend to stay together the rest of our lives and don’t want any resentment over missed possibilites. Plus it’s pretty rare that we could even find such an opportunity, as it’s a little hard to find hookups when you’re in a committed marriage and don’t go out much. We even gave each other advance approval in case a situation arises, so long as we’re safe about it and tell each other immediately afterward. We’ve both used one HP, each with someone we knew well enough but would never see again, and no issues came out of it. In fact, it’s only made us more secure in our relationship and how much we genuinely appreciate being with each other.

Recently, I had to travel to London for work. I don’t normally get to travel for work, so I decided to make a trip out of it and spend a few extra days of my own time in the city after the project was done. My wife couldn’t join because she didn’t have any vacation time left but was very supportive of me taking some time to explore since I’ve never been to London and she has. Being cheap, and being a pretty outgoing guy when I’m so inclined, I decided to stay in a hostel. I was interested in meeting other travelers since I didn’t know anyone in the city and love being sociable with new people. I chatted with several of the people staying there, and in particular a very attractive French girl (mid-20’s) who dressed super goth.

For context, I love the goth girl look. I’ve been sucked into the goth gf propaganda online, much to the annoyance of my wife. It isn’t her style, but she has been nice enough to cater to me by putting on a sexy goth outfit on occasion, since she’s knows it’s a huge fantasy of mine. Still, I pester her constantly to be more goth because I enjoy it so much.

Anyway, I ended up spending a little bit of time with goth French baddie - we both went to the hostel’s happy hour event and hit it off there. I found out that she was recently single and was in London for an art show. It turned out we were both into emo music, and we talked about our favorite bands. I had the thought that she was acting a bit flirty towards me, but didn’t think too much of it, until I later found myself sharing a sink with her in the hostel bathroom.

The hostel was co-ed, so each floor had a small shared bathroom with a communal sink, and a door that was meant to be kept open but which people frequently closed for the sake of having more privacy than just a stall to shower in. So I’m brushing my teeth while chatting up the real-life version of Shadowheart (who, mind you, is wearing an extremely low cut top), when she suddenly closes the bathroom door behind us. In my mind, my wildest fantasy is about to come true. It’s even more exciting because of the adrenaline rush of being in a semi-public setting, and a girl being so into me that she would make such a bold move. I can’t believe this is actually happening to me. I instantly get hard. Then she turns around and asks “Are you interested in learning about our lord and savior Jesus Christ?”

She had me cornered for 10 minutes trying to talk me into salvation, while I grew increasingly despondent and immensely disappointed, with the whiplash of going from what could’ve been one of the crowning moments of my life, to pure and utter dejection.

When I told my wife this story, she laughed for a solid hour. She said it’s karma for annoying her about wanting a goth gf.

TL;DR life dream was to bang a hot goth girl. Thought I was getting the opportunity, but got cockblocked by Jesus Christ. god is real and he hates me."

The fucking mood whiplash. I was reading this nodding along like okay yeah I guess that could be us in like 10 or 15 years, who knows, neither me nor my girl are the jealous type or anything, and then it fucking struck. The christians have weaponized goth girls. Fucking lost it laughing, it's been a rough 24 hours, thank you.

[bermudianabroad]

2024 Reading Roundup

Finally getting around to (semi)thoughtful thoughts about the books what I read last year.

But first I'm going to indulge in some stats chat: one thing I'm interested in is how often I pick up works in translation and this year, only 8% were originally published in a language other than English (Japanese x2, Korean, Arabic and Spanish). Looking back at previous years, I've been hovering around 14% so this sort of surprised me. Have a loose goal of aiming for around a quarter of the books I read to be translated (for no particular reason, just keeps things varied and interesting).

And zero poetry this year. Usually I revisit old favourites, but nope. No change with number of non fiction books: just under 20%.

Still using the library more than any other means, but as usual, of the 18 books I purchased, I read... 7 lol. I'll get around to them eventually, I swear.

Started using audiobooks more often this year, but found I'd get partway through before swapping to print. Particularly for fiction. Spoken fiction just doesn't stick in my head. Non fiction does though. For whatever reason I find it easier to listen to and digest.

Now for opinions. Narrowed down my favourites to these:

The Vaster Wilds by Lauren Groff: This was hypnotic. Read it in a day pretty much, just got sucked in and stayed there. Transcendental fever dream. And my view of it was probably shaped by going to see the author just after and hearing her thoughts about it. A little peak behind the curtain that inhanced the experience. I enjoyed how it subverted elements of the survival narrative (nature as something to be overcome; nature's 'cruel indifference' as it's own kind of freedom.) I'll be banging the Vaster Wilds drum for a while yet.

James by Percival Everett: I listened to the audiobook and the voice actor... (need to look him up) was fantastic. Really expressive in a way that wasn't.... encumbered by the weight of the subject matter. Still, it's one I would like to revisit in print as I found myself having to rewind and relisten often. Haven't read Huck Finn, but I don't think that was to my disadvantage. It stood on it's own. Strikes a fine balance with the humour in moments of profound darkness.

Cursed Bread by Sophie Mackintosh: delightfully weird gothic horror. Ergot poisoning wrecks havoc in a small French town in the 1950s. Told from the POV of the baker's wife, who becomes obsessed with the new ambassador's wife. Sensual shenanigans ensue amid uneasy visions. Non linear, and a touch confusing at times, but certainly worth the effort. Very memorable.

Midnight in Chernobyl by Adam Higginbotham: Non fiction. I came away from this feeling as though a) I truly understood how a nuclear power plant works, and b) I could talk intelligently about how a nuclear power plant works. That's a feat pulled off with no little skill, so kudos to Higginbotham's writing talent. He manages to make dry blueprint facts thrilling, while never sensationalising the very real human cost and impact of the disaster. Certified Higginbotham fangirl now, especially after reading Challenger as well.

And as an aside, I appreciate this very specific niche he's filling, writing about Major Events of 1986 That Happened Only Weeks Apart. Curious to know if he keeps it up with his next book.

Special Mentions to:

Minor Detail by Adania Shibli: Not an easy read, technically and in terms of subject, but it stuck with me long after I read it. At first the writing style comes across as very dry and... monotone, but even saying that seems deceptively simple. On a sentence level, there was something really interesting about how Shilbli maintains dread and tension. Maybe a difficult to recommend outright, but worth exploring all the same.

Cahokia Jazz by Francis Spufford: more intrigued by the premise than the execution with this one. Homage to classic noir, and very well done in that respect, with some alternative timeline, branching history thrown in. Cahokia is a city state within the US, under indigenous government/monarchy, and our hard boiled detective becomes embroiled in grim and shady politics. Some plot points seemed lifted straight out of Chinatown (not a dig) and a great deal of it was compelling, but it sagged between striking visuals. Much focus ended up being on the movement of characters between scenes.

West by Carys Davies and Small Things Like These by Claire Keegan were both polished little gems. West was charming, if ultimately tragic, and Small Things tragic, with an air of hope.

Glitterland by Alexis Hall was another audiobook and one that surprised me utterly. Chalk and cheese romance between a fluff headed model and a struggling in every sense of the word novelist. It goes BIG on the emotions but still managed to be sweet, not cloying.

And finally Special Mention, But Only Because I Hate Read Them: The Coddling of the Anxious Folk etc etc. by Haidt et al. Cherry picked anecdata galore! Basically sensible 'All Things in Moderation' advice dressed up as sneering moral panic. If Books Could Kill did focus episodes on each of these, so recommend listening to them instead.

[audreyhepburninblackandwhite]

Scanned photos of Australia’s New Screen News (November 15, 1957)

Audrey Hepburn Hairdo

A convertible summer cut especially created for Audrey Hepburn’s new movie Love in the Afternoon

Summer Hairdo

New Hepburn Cut Leads the Fashion

Remember the Italian cut, the Sabrina and Natasha cuts. They were all introduced into the world of hairstyles by actress Audrey Hepburn and quickly adapted or copied by fashion-conscious girls the world over.

Now Audrey has introduced a new cut, designed with those hot summer days in mind and featured in her latest movie Love in the Afternoon.

High, wide, and handsome, cool, comfortable, and exciting, the “Ariane” is convertible. Four different styles to match Milady’s mood and all designed to create excitement at the office, cocktails, evening, or under the summer sun.

For shopping or the office and all informal or semi-informal occasions, Audrey her introduced this variation of the page-boy cut. The hair is brushed back loosely and the ends are gently turned under.

In the original cutting for all these styles, the hair is snipped at an even length with approximately three inches at the top and two inches at the temple area. The length at the nape is about four inches.

In setting for this style, Audrey extends part in the center three inches back from the forehead, sections hair on either side of the part and turns under on rollers. Fullness of the front is brushed practically out and the bangs brushed back. The hair is then brushed under in soft wavy page-boy style.

A very formal evening occasion demands more attention and Audrey makes a variation to create a bouffant effect. The hair is first brushed back close to the head and repeated by comb and hand; then sprayed lightly. It is then combed back into page boy and the bangs combed forward over hand. Ribbon or clip holds directly behind bangs. A third variation (not pictured) puts the hair completely up and makes an ideal style for cocktail times.

Audrey wears all four styles in the film to create the right atmosphere and the character of the girl she plays. “When the audience first sees Ariane (the character I play), I’m sure they’ll know immediately just what type of girl she is,” says Audrey.

Strictly for the outdoors, holidays, or weekends is the fourth variation (below), which tends to take years off any girl’s age. Audrey parts on the left and sleekly brushes back on each side to form pigtails which are tied with ribbon. The top falls loosely over the forehead to form a side bang.

This new Ariane cut, which is named after the character Audrey plays in the film, is currently the rage in America and even at this stage is starting to spread to the Continent.

In Love in the Afternoon, Audrey plays a petite French lass who has been sheltered from the hard facts of life by her private detective father (Maurice Chevalier), but is suddenly awakened into full womanhood by an internationally infamous Romeo (Gary Cooper). Played strictly for comedy, with a slight tingle of blue, the movie is comparable and easy equal to The Moon Is Blue. And it should be just as popular.

[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

Jack Kemonohito

"Lazy is such an ugly word. I prefer to call it selective participation."

Name: Jackson Takahiro Kemonohito

Nicknames: Jack (by everyone), Babe, Baby, Firecracker, Beau, Partner-in-crime (all by Roxy). Brat (by Cece), Bro-bro (by his sisters), Baby brother (by his siblings), Fuckboy.

Age: 18

Birthday: May 24

Height: 178 cm

Appearance: Jack has short wavy caramel brown hair with bangs covering his forehead, cherry red eyes and pale skin. He has a tattoo of Roxy's name in a heart on his arm.

Clothing: Jack normally wears a white crew shirt underneath a brown leather jacket, dark blue skinny jeans and brown military boots. He wears silver earrings, a black choker and usually carries a crossbody bag.

Personality: Jack is an outgoing, talkative, and vivacious young man who likes to socialize. In social situations, he is quite carefree, even with those who aren't usually pleasant. However, if he is sufficiently irritated or shocked, he won't hesitate to overreact or make small complaints. Though he is generally well-meaning, Jack can come across as brash and careless at times. He offers advice to people on how to be authentic and more at ease in their own skin. He is carefree and reckless in nature, and, despite his consistent brawls with his siblings, he is a fiercely loyal and protective. Jack is honest with his feelings and is not afraid to extend a hand to someone in trouble.

Like his sister Nadia, he's a bit of a party animal and quite the sex maniac to many girls, but he stopped flirting when he became serious with Roxy. He loves her wholeheartedly and never miss a chance to show his devotion to her. He also has no shame whenever he and Roxy decide to be intimate in public or semi public places.

Jack's most remarkable quality is his immense charm, which stems from his straightforward and sincere nature. One time when he was abducted, he got to know his kidnapper even while he was being kidnapped, and they quickly became friends after exchanging brief words. As a result, he has inadvertently won over a lot of people and is surrounded by friends who he truly cares about and vice versa.

Though not as academically bright, often requiring massive help with studying due to his general disinterest and neglect of school duties with only enough to pass, he's has high emotional intelligence. It usually shows when he's dealing with children, often knowing how to calm them and get them to listen.

That said, he can also be incredibly childish, often trying to out-brat young children, such as asking his mother to buy an entire shelf of chocolate. Only to have his siblings scold him and make him placing back most things.

Like Zuri, he's not easy to anger but will tear down a person with a smile on his face if they ever decide to mess with his family.

College course: Early Childhood Education

Likes: Family and friends, Roxy being cute, J&V, Roxy, energy drinks, juice, Cece's streams, assholes getting karma, fighting games. comedy movies, dark humor, kids, parties, food especially chocolate pancakes, french toasts and beef gyudon, annoying his siblings, alcohol, cartoons and anime, comics and manga, sleeping in, sex toys, freeloading his siblings' Netflix, Grim, fun parties.

War games, making mochi, winning verbal arguments, Stay Alive, movie nights, watermelon golf, teasing his siblings, Neffex, camping, babysitting, arcades, semi-public sex, out bratting kids, zombie apocalypse games, playing the drums, teasing his siblings, carnivals, stealing Cece's snacks, putting his feet on his siblings.

Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, toxic people, misogynists, racists, disrespect or harm to his family, people lusting after his mom, his exes, older people lusting after him, Cece's drink concoctions, Grim stealing his food, people wanting to take advantage of him, his siblings getting heartbroken, getting out-bratted.

Rich people flaunting their wealth (not friends), being called a playboy or fuckboy, people who make Roxy uncomfortable, crazy fans, Getting blamed for Grim's messes, songs with no soul, sea urchin, pickled ginger.

Abilities: Cooking, melee combat, drum proficiency, business sense, hand-to-hand combat, parkour, soccer.

Meaning:

Jackson - son of Jack

Takahiro - Valuable / great, prosperous

Kemonohito - Beast

[manonamora-if]

December Check-In

I promise I didn't almost forget :P Even if I definitely forgot to do the weekly devlog last Sunday... To be fair, it had been a week...

Recap of last month’s progress

IF Events in the Next Month

Plan for the next month

Still long post ahead. If you want a mini version, head over to itch.io!

November Progress

Still play more IF and maybe review. ✅

Finish the edits of Harcourt Ch5 ✅❌

Fix one of the semi-completed games: ❌either the Egg parser or TRNT (and make it a proper parser)

Finish that darn SugarCube Guide: ❌there aren’t much left in the guide to cover, but there are a few things to fix.

Again, I knocked the first one out of the park. I reviewed all inkJam, EctoComp, and Bare-Bones Jam entries (which helped me get on the main page of the IFDB). It was nice to play shorter games again - it makes reviewing pretty quick... Now that the IFComp is also over, I kind of want to go back and check out the entries I didn't manage to play.

As for the rest... It's been a bit of a hell of a month, and it's not looking like it's ending any time soon. Still, when I had some free time I managed to:

Finish my portion of the edits of Harcourt (and MelS was almost done with it... before he ran into computer problems - dw the file is safe!)

Assess the damage with The Roads Not Taken and come up with a plan to fix all of it. I also started on this one, but there is truly a lot of damage.

Make a bite game in binksi, Tower of Sleep, for the Two-Button Jam

Make a One-Button prototype, Don't press the Button, to test some JavaScript/jQuery (half-failure)

Make a zine for the first time: An Ode to Pissaladière

Make a new code template: the Character Creator

Submitted a bunch of seeds to the SeedComp!

Does it look like I got distracted by a shiny new thing instead of finishing my projects? Yes. Do I care? Nope. It brought me some joy and amusement in some weird months... Banging your head against the desk because code is not working is... not, obviously.

What’s happening in December?

A bunch of jams are happening on itch, because end of year means maybe some free time, and also, you might as well do something for the sake of saying you've made something.

The ShuffleComp (@neointeractives) has started, though the entries won't be available before January. You can listen to the kickass full playlist in the meantime!

The Sprouting Round of the SeedComp! (@seedcomp-if) has just started. There are 99 new seeds available for use to make a game! Deadline is March 1st.

The Deck-Month has just started, to make a game with Decker.

The PunyJam #4 ends in about 2 weeks (if you have the time to learn Inform w/ the Puny extension...)

and of course: la Partim 500 numéro 8, for those who want to do the Neo Twiny again... but French!

I'm probably gonna pop-off a Partim. I did it last year and it was fun :P

The PLANtm for December

December is a busy month for me, which includes a lot of time offline, full days travelling, and lots of planning. So I will take any free time I have and do fun stuff if I can!

But if I have space for IF, I'd like to:

Play more games! Well... I already am, just not really IF. My Steam Library is crying for attention. I would like to knock down maybe a dozen more IFComp entries if I can. There were a lot of good games, a lot of loooong games.

Code Ch5 of Harcourt. That will be MelS dependent - well, MelS's computer dependent...

Finish fixing The Roads Not Taken. I have a plan, I have the notes... I just need to sit down and re-code (and re-test).

Finish the Guide for real! I know SugarCube 2.37 is coming soon, which will affect the state of some pages (and maybe require more pages). BUT I've been working on fixing old pages (typos - re-explanation - clearer examples). So, this is likely to be done sooner rather than later...

~

Taking the list of TO-DO from August…

To-Do not require much of new stuff:

translate Escape Goncharov! into French. ✅

fix the bugs in EDOC + overall the French version to match

fix the bugs of TRNT + find a way to add the missing pieces (ongoing - translation unlikely)

fix the formatting of DOL-OS + translate into English ✅

update LPM with the missing content + translate into English ✅

No change this month :/

The rest of the To-Do pile was:

Finish The Rye in the Dark City (and maybe translate?)

Finish P-Rix - Space Trucker (and try to translate)

Finish Exquisite Cadaver (translation unlikely, current gameplay too complex to port for French)

Add a chapter to CRWL + fix/reopen the blog

Re-working TTTT to its originally planned state (lol, not likety)

Re-working SPS Iron Hammer (samesies)

Coding TTATEH (MelS dependent - shooting for end of year)

Emptying my inboxes (they are not all answered tho)

Honestly, this pile probably won’t get done this year…. Maybe TTATEH has a shot...

[jitteryjive]

i made a post a few days ago about a ce au character named chester.. here he is!! this also includes dolores the other protagonist of this au.. of course this being a body sharing au and also about reflection in fiction i wanted to be very similar to the shifter twins hence why they share a lot of features with the toon they correspond to! i already mentioned the plot of the au in the post about ruth and chester’s relationship but i’ll reinstate it under the cut since i like me my details

the au (which i’m calling Off the Page and Into the Brain) takes place in april of 1935 during the Great Depression; i aim to make it more historically accurate hence why chester and dolores look realistic compared to a lot of humans in crime express, but it’s not 100% historically accurate, 1) because the story very obviously is impossible 2) conditions aren’t nearly as discriminatory as they really would be in 1935 and 3) ruth, blu, tulip, and more are still all queer but they all get misgendered a couple times because they’re not represented in the cartoons, since things weren’t so great in 1935. honestly this au is more for goofs and to write different dynamics than a deeply serious masterpiece!

anyways, like ruth being the most predominant (third person) narrator of crime express, chester is the general narrator for the story. he’s been working for about a decade on animation since he was about twenty during the roaring 20’s, and for the past ~7 years has been working at lane parade animation studios (yeah i just used ruth’s district in show-stoppolis LOL). the studio solely develops and sells a cartoon that features the cast of crime express, however in this all the in-canon humans have the appearances of toonans (which for reference they look more like fleischer studio human characters) and the story is different. ruth and blu are kind of like sam & max, as in they’re fraternal twin freelance detectives and patton (he isn’t called nineteen in this) is their assistant. their personalities are generally identical to their canon adult personalities though ruth is much less chronically anxious and blu’s a lot less trigger-happy. other notable characters are tulip the french socialite, who’s glamorous and notably involved in their entomological schemes, accompanied by mason the bodyguard, who’s much less anxious and better described as sunshiny and cuddly.

the story itself introduces chester as a lover of his craft, especially ruth; she’s his favorite character (especially because he is his main animator) and he feels he understands them on a deep level, especially because he unintentionally puts a lot of facets of his autism into her. when sent to start solitary development on visual concepts for the newest cartoon they’re making, he ends up getting worked up in his office about how they have the budget to consider giving the cast voice actors and how he thinks his opinions aren’t considered regarding the characters. he ends up banging his head by accident on the inside of his desk (he’s looking for a reference book) and spilling ink all over himself. from that point forward he begins to experience odd and unusual symptoms until he ends up having to leave work early after vomiting during a storyboarding session. everything culminates into chester racing to his apartment and his brain being occupied by another person’s conscience while he goes through the classic body horror situation. through unknown means, he’s taken on the appearance and the brain of ruth who reveals herself to have previously been a semi-conscious cartoon character, as well as kind of recognizing him as his cartoonist. they befriend each other, and work together to find a comfortable way to share a body when ruth’s got a bad case of fidgeting and sensory issues versus chester’s need for privacy; from there, the real mystery they have to solve is what the cause for this impossible situation is!

though i’ve only written up to a scene where ruth and chester figure out how to function in public without giving the clear appearance he’s roomies in a toon body with the toon herself, there are several scenes and characters i’ve developed, which i will laboriously detail 😅

dolores martínez (she/her), the deuteragonist, is the studio intern who’s been on for about four or five months. her parents immigrated to louisiana sometime in the tens, so she was born with her first younger sister there and raised for a couple years before moving further north, in which her second youngest sister was born; in her mid-twenties now she must look after her now teenage and tween sisters due to uncomfortable parental situations (this’ll get more developed when i write more). inside the studio, dolores is the intern and generally keeps away from everyone due to being stoic and gauche. however, especially as the story develops, she sort of has a special bond with chester as he’s unconditionally kind to everyone (even if they’re fucking dicks to him) and he’s very helpful to her, which is a relief because she also gets pushed around a lot. this is technically a spoiler cause i’m deliberately building up to it with red herrings and everything but chester eventually reveals to dolores that he’s sharing a body with ruth, expecting her to be disturbed or whatever, but she freaks out and reveals that for the past three months she’s been sharing a body with blu?!?!? which their relationship is an entire fun thing because they work really well together

roh jung-hun (he/him) is… kind of an antagonist at first! however he overcomes a lot of internalized problems and reveals his actual personality of being a gentle and loving person. before this big change, jung-hun is witty, snarky, and can be very well described as censorious. this comes from hailing from a bit of a pressuring and stress-inducing family, which leaves him treating his coworkers the same, especially chester. they spend a lot of time together due to him being the biggest animator of blu, like chester’s responsibility with ruth. the toon that he ends up sharing a body with is mason, inexplicably. this is because i think it would be hilarious and also ruth/chester and blu/dolores get along so well that jung-hun and mason butting heads is good writing practice. the obvious happens where mason eventually pinpoints what makes jung-hun act the way he does, and he works to heal his brain-roommate through friendship and care that’s not really found in big city 1935. also mason does his classic accidental power of making jung-hun realize he’s gay because mason is one thing and that’s a sweet and handsome boy

there’s a lot of characters and plot points not mentioned here but i wanted to put the major humans in this because they’re important you know!!

[jasminarts01]

Rachelle’s (Rachel) Character Sheet

Inspired by the two beautiful and amazing @tinkabelle24 with Val Scott and @miss-andromeda with Andi Rhodes! 🤭

WARNING: There may be themes that could trigger so please be care while reading (Mentions: Bullying and brief sexual harassment)

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Face Claim: Katherine Langford

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Name: Rachelle (Rachel) Aria Jones O’Neil

Meaning: It’s a French name, meaning “Lamb”. Often people assume that because it looks and sounds a bit like Rachel that it is the same name and the same meaning, this is not so. The name Rachel in the Hebrew for female sheep or ewe and, although it is the root name for Rachelle, they do have differing meanings. Often people need to be reminded that the extra ‘I’ and ‘e’ are not just for decoration.

Age: This all takes into the TMNT 2014/2016 timeline which in this au I have made April and Casey a bit older so it would mean that April was with the baby turtles at the time even more longer, as Rachel starts at 15 years old in 2014 film, later on she is 16 years old during the 2016 film, and 17 years old on the aftermath of the 2016 film

Birthdate: December 4th

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Physical Traits:

Height: 5’2”

Hour glass body but is cautious with her chest size as she has had a few incidents where men were very disrespectful and gets cat-called

Soft Ivory Skin, light rose cheeks

In the 2014 film, she had medium/long semi-wavy hair golden brown hair with bangs always in a ponytail but in the 2016 film, she has short/medium shoulder length, straight golden brown hair with bangs in a ponytail and etc.

In 2014 film, she has brown hazel eyes but in the 2016 film; her eye color can change between completely light gray or her original eye color

Has many small beauty marks all over her body and a few on her face (Two under the corner of her right eye and one under the corner of her left eye)

Style: She’s always in a shirt with pants/shorts but if she’s feeling it/ in a good mood/ performs she’ll wear skirts and dresses.

2014 film: 4 different outfits shown

When April comes home about remembering the turtles: Gray hoodie, black shorts, knee-high socks, two low ponytails

First encounter with the turtles: White shirt, navy high-waist jeans, black Converse, high ponytail w/bangs

Performance after stopping Shredder: (Dark Side by Kelly Clarkson/Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne/Heart Attack by Demi Lovato) White polo shirt, black cargo pants, Timberland boots, Dutch braid w/bangs

After performance, meeting up with the turtles: Black hoodie, wavy hair w/bangs, dark gray leggings, black Converse

(Performances are from her high school)

2016 film: 6 different outfits shown

(This would take a few days before the 2016 film starts) High school uniform -Navy blue blazer w/school logo, white short sleeve button up shirt, navy blue with multi colored white/orange/yellow outlined pleaded skirt, multi colored white/orange/yellow tie-, and shoulder length hair w/bangs

(Exposes her powers when the turtles come back from the Knicks game; Splinter already knows about her powers btw) Red t-shirt, light blue high-waist skinny jeans, red Converse, small bun

(Performing while being grounded for keeping powers hidden but Raphael helps her sneak out and performing with her best friends, it goes into Shredder’s escape) Cheer Up by TWICE (Sana’s light teal/white dress outfit)/4 Walls by F(x) (Luna’s red top navy blue pants outfit) /Me Gustas Tu by GFRIEND (Yerin’s blue jumper outfit)/Gold by Britt Nicole (Pastel pink off the shoulder shirt, white high-waist skinny jeans, white Converse, hair down)

(Shows up with the turtles when the turtles meet Casey/also when the turtles come back from the police station exposed) Lilac/white pleaded dress knee length, white Converse, hair down

(Fighting with Jax, Shredder’s son during Krang fight -Story later on-) -Just think about Winx Club Bloom’s Bloomix outfit but in hues of red and her hair is grown long just during her form- -I still don’t have an official art of it so ye TvT-

(Turtles get rewarded the key to the city) Cream/light beige sweater, black knee length skirt, black leggings, timberland boots

Personality: Rachel is a nice person by default, April and Casey showed her how to care a lot for her family and friends, she has been bullied at a very young age (4-5 years old) but she didn’t let it get to her (until 6-7th grade) as her best friends (Mackenzie, Taliana, Leah, Millyanna, and Oliver) where there for her as she would be there for them. She respects everyone (especially to Splinter, elementary teacher, and her high school art teacher) unless they lose that respect because she WILL show the same attitude to that person.

She was tested in 3rd grade as a “gifted” and with an IQ of 148, making her a genius but at times she thinks like a rock, as with that intelligence she can be sarcastic without realizing it at certain moments. She has also bring herself down if she can’t understand a situation which makes her panic and have extreme anxiety because she doesn’t want to let anyone down. She has a very good memory as she can remember things at the age of 2 years old and at times it scares Casey because she says it with high details, April got used to it since Rachel helps her with her reports and would say the most random things.

Also, with her anxiety it has make it difficult for her to connect with people (especially when she met the turtles) and whenever it has to do with a project at school, she’ll panic for days but it all goes away when she is reminded that she can do it. If someone gets her in a bad mood, she’ll lose it and start being rude to others around her so at times she just stays in her bedroom so she wouldn’t hurt anyone with her words (later on her powers).

She has always wanted a relationship with her special someone which turned out to be a huge turtle with short-tempered but she still loves him as she has found ways to calm him down. She’s has become more open to him and the other turtles and talk like if they known each other since childhood. And as it goes on, she’ll always have them as her family and she’ll forever be grateful for them all.

Some of Her Favorites:

Color: Pastel colors and red

Music: K-pop, J-pop, Lofi, and Pop

Book: Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell

Hobbies: Drawing, Singing, Dancing, Reading, spending time with Raphael, and being a menace to Leonardo cuz why not

Relationships with Others:

Mom, April O’Neil: She is very close to her mom as she has been with her since birth and is very protective of her, at times she would take her journalistic duties majority of her time and not look at Rachel for days which she has regretted doing but it did make them distant for a long time as until meeting the turtles. Later on, when she found out about Rachel’s powers; she felt like Rachel didn’t trust her to even explain to her which led them to have a huge argument and they didn’t talk to each other for days until Rachel found out she was in jail because of the turtles breaking into police headquarters; they regain their trust in each other and start to have that mother-daughter relationship that they started with

Dad, Casey Jones: She has made it possible to be daddy’s baby forever as she would do anything to be with Casey when she was little (calling him from elementary school to take her out cuz she is “too smart” which was true). Even with his job as a police officer, he made it possible to not miss anything that was going on in Rachel’s life; he just didn’t expect that a 6’5” ninja turtle would become his daughter’s boyfriend, now that made him lose it. But he just wanted to make her happy and let her know that he is happy for her. Also, didn’t expect his daughter to have powers which he was chill about but still cautious.

Mackenzie & Jax: Both of them are Shredder’s children and twins but they are still close to Rachel as they also have powers and even fought with her against their own father besides Jax as he was secretly following his father’s wishes

Leah & Oliver: Also siblings and Rachel’s friends with powers, they help as much as they can so Rachel wouldn’t have to stress to much as Rachel is the “Chosen one”

Taliana: Also friend with powers, she and Rachel have been friends 1st grade when Rachel found her getting bullied but after that they have been very close. Taliana also helps Rachel a lot with her calculations and other materials that seem too complicated for her

Millyanna: Millyanna and Rachel have a sister relationship as Rachel helps her so much and helps her with her confidence. Even though she is just like Pinky Pie from My Little Pony, she also has her serious moments with her powers while fighting alongside Rachel

Miscellaneous Information:

Rachel has been diagnosed with ADHD and Anxiety Disorder (Later on gets diagnosed with Depression and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) but isn’t talked as much in the storyline

She has fire powers (Fire flames, lava, magma, etc.), telekinesis, and gravity powers, voice changer power (Lets her talk like someone else’s voice) and her weapon that she uses is a bow and arrows which she can light them on fire and a sniper because she played too much Call of Duty

She does use she/they pronouns and is Bi but uses she/her pronouns because she doesn’t want to deal with people and their actions towards her

Voice Claim: Jenna Ortega

Songs Matching Her Character:

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This may have taken 2-3 days but it was so worth it lol 💗

[burdened-boy]

List your top 10 favorite films in whatever order you like, but explain your very favorite! Pass this on to whomever you want to learn more about them! Have a good day!

@archerwhiterp

ok this is going to be a doozy

blade runner 2049. there's a lot of dialogue on the internet about this movie, and it gets caught up in the whole incel thing...which is unfortunate because 2049 is a gorgeous movie. it's very long, the plot moves very slow, and there are admittedly boring parts, but you could literally screenshot any frame of this movie and set it as your wallpaper. its beauty for beauty's sake, and i love that so much. it swallows you. if you don't mind slow burn movies, i cannot stress enough that 2049 is worth the time. oh my GODDD THE SOUNDTRACK!!!!

mad max: fury road. this shit rules. if you know me, you know i am obsessed with cars, and if you watch it, you'll at least understand why people like me love them. fury road is chaos incarnate. like, this movie is fucking nuts. i'm struggling to type this portion right now because even thinking about it activates my monkey brain. it's fire and speed and steel and gasoline. it's heavy metal blasting out in the desert. it's driving an armored semi truck into a tornado, and throwing exploding spears at anyone who tries to stop you. witness me.

the good old original star wars (a new hope). i'm a closeted star wars fan, though i haven't engaged with it much lately. a new hope is such a refreshing movie to watch; i love it so much because of how genuine it is. yeah, by 2023 standards it's cheesy, but who cares? corniness is only bad if it's in bad faith. i don't hate disney star wars (ROTJ is actually my fav of the sequels) but a literal giant evil corporation cannot match the fun of a new hope.

(these next ones aren't in order, they just bang around in my head like those little toy lawnmowers toddlers push around with the balls inside them)

original robocop. ACAB, except robocop. i need to rewatch this one, because it would probably unseat a new hope.

the fifth element. incredible story behind this movie's development.

dunkirk. rarely-told story from wwii, with another banger soundtrack.

1917. the great war doesn't have as many movies made about it, so seeing this was fascinating, but deeply sobering.

metropolis. the first cyberpunk movie! hi Spoons lol

isle of dogs. oh my god, a quirky movie about dogs. it looks like it was made with stop motion. sold.

a town called panic. it's french. it's actual stop motion. it's really fucking weird and silly. truly never a dull moment in this goofy ass flick from the early 2000s. what a treat. HIGHLY reccomend

[enteringdullsville]

Noah Beane, the Black Drewman

Be Cool

Rank: A (Semi-Main Character)

Visual Inspiration

Other Character Bases

He Who Talks the Toque

Lovable slacker Noah has an exceptionally dry wit and an IQ through the roof. He’s too lazy to go out of his way to be a jerk to anyone, so he’s typically easygoing and non-confrontational. A notorious charmer. A shameless flirt, really.

Noah prefers intellectual pursuits, anyway. He’s a relatively simple guy who doesn’t ask for much, and a lot of people tend to write him off as a doofus as a result, but if he wants something, he knows how to people’s minds work. Now, Noah isn’t the kind of guy to manipulate others for his own benefit. Honestly he isn’t. He is, however, the kind of guy to manipulate others for others’ benefit.

Fun Facts

Noah’s surname is a play on (jelly)bean, fitting with the sweets theme of Drewman surnames.

Noah’s first name is a pun on “noir”, French for “black”.

Noah was initially envisioned as a more foppish and theatrical character.

Noah is tied with Chloe and J. for the most name changes in development, going from Blake to Ashton to Nigel to Noah. Unlike them, all Noah’s names are color themed, as Chloe and J.’s first names (Penny and Art) were art themed.

Noah, unlike Violet, has his bangs consistently point in the same direction no matter which way he faces.

Noah’s eyes are distinctly rectangular and, unlike many other characters, are largely consistent in shape.

Noah’s collected coolness is tucked under his hat. If taken off carelessly, Planet Palette will undergo an eighty-third ice age.

[macestro]

CHARACTER SHEET

FULL NAME.ㅤ Ito Asami / 伊都 朝美. NICKNAME.ㅤ Asako when she was younger. ALIASES.ㅤ A, Ace, Hideki Tanaka, Ishiyama Natsuki, Debbie Dournour, Blythe Langley, Harper Lee & various others. PRONOUNS.ㅤ She / They. HEIGHT.ㅤ 5'6'' / 167.64 cm. AGE.ㅤ Twenty-five. BIRTHDAY. December Twenty-Fifth. ZODIAC.ㅤ Capricorn. SPOKEN LANGUAGES.ㅤ Japanese (mother tongue), English, French, Spanish, German (fluent), Chinese (semi-fluent), Korean (basics.) MBTI. INTJ. ENNEAGRAM. 3w4.

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ―

HAIR.ㅤ Naturally black and is normally cut into a short bob that dusts her shoulders, has bangs that cover her forehead, too. Most of the time, her hair isn't well-maintained due to how busy she is with cases and that's when she usually just washes it with dry shampoo. On the rare times when she does take care of it, it's rather soft to the touch! FACIAL HAIR.ㅤ None. EYES.ㅤ Dark brown oval-shaped that have bags underneath them from constant late-nights thanks to the caseload she has. Though, they do tend to stay sharp and rather focused for the task at hand, even if it's not readily apparent with how glazed over they tend to look from said long nights. SKIN TONE. Pale olive. BODY TYPE. Ectomorphic ( lanky and waifish. ) It doesn't seem like she's the type to eat a lot of food, however she does try to eat at least three meals a day, whenever that may be. She is rather flexible, though, and can hold her own in a fight if needed. VOICE. Her voice tends to be on the quieter side when she speaks, which isn't all that often due to her selective mutism. It's also deeper than normal for a Japanese female, as well, and carries a sort of whimsical tone to it, akin to that of Noto Mamiko's role as Shinano in Azur Lane. DOMINANT HAND. Learned how to write using her right-hand, but is ambidextrous. POSTURE.ㅤ Constantly hunched over and slouches a fair amount while she's sitting and working, however this is especially prevalent when she's working on building her card houses. SCARS.ㅤ Several scattered among their back and chest from the car accident that claimed their parents' lives at the hand of a drunk driver. BIRTHMARKS / MOLES. Has a few birthmarks scattered amongst her face ( one is on the length of her nose, another near the upper corner of her upper lip, another near her chin, another on her left cheek, another on her left temple. ) MOST NOTABLE FEATURES.ㅤ Perpetual bags underneath her eyes, her smattering of birthmarks, as well as the way she sits down in a chair.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 ―

PLACE OF BIRTH.ㅤ Kobe, Japan. HOMETOWN.ㅤ Himeji, Japan. SIBLINGS. None. PARENTS.ㅤ Ito Tadashi (father, deceased), Ito Megumi (mother, deceased.)

𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ―

OCCUPATION. detective — one of the world's best as well as L's partner. CURRENT RESIDENCE.ㅤ Wammy's House in Winchester, England. CLOSE FRIENDS. L. FINANCIAL STATUS.ㅤ Wealthy. DRIVER'S LICENSE.ㅤ doesn't have one due to her amaxophobia due to the car wreck that claimed the lives of her parents. CRIMINAL RECORD.ㅤ N/A. VICES.ㅤ Rarely ever needs to, but sometimes will drink alcohol to settle their nerves if something is really, truly getting to them.

𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ―

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.ㅤ Demisexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. Demiromantic. PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE.ㅤ Emotions are... difficult, to say the least for A. She tends to be the type to not let them show most of the time to keep up the air of being unreadable as possible, however in a relationship, she tends to be the rock needed to stabilize their partner. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. Switch! There's no preference for what position she'd like to remain, honestly. TURN OFFS.ㅤ Being forced into a feminine gender role during the relationship / sex, degradation that's clearly meant to harm ( she doesn't mind being called bad, but don't do specific, pointed insults ), being overly restrained, having her scars touched when she's not mentally ready for that, and having her intelligence insulted. TURN ON'S. Feeling like her efforts are valued, especially since making them in the first place can be quite a task for her, and in that vein, just making her feel valued in the relationship is always a big plus! She also enjoys when people notice her intelligence, especially with how hard she's worked to get to this point. LOVE LANGUAGE.ㅤ Quality time and words of affirmation. The second is extremely important to pay attention to, especially since she tends to not talk a lot. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.ㅤ A prefers to be the pillar of support that her partner needs as well as an ear for them to listen to. She'd rather have them feel comfortable with confiding to her regarding anything that's in their mind and always know that she's there for them. She likes to think of herself as a great listener, especially due to the multiple skills she has as a detective and how she can apply them to her partner. She likes to get them gifts when she can and also likes to give them compliments when she can.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 ―

CHARACTER'S THEME TUNE.ㅤ Satanachia by Hiroyuki Sawano. HOBBIES TO PASS THE TIME. Building card houses—well, houses is just condensing it, really. A loves building card structures akin to real life buildings, like the Eiffel Tower, the White House, Parliament, etc. This tends to help her think when she's reached a hurdle in a case and has no one else to bounce ideas off of to help solve it quicker. Other than that, she likes to perform card tricks with the various decks of cards that she's collected over the years and is usually never seen without a deck or two in her hands. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED.ㅤ Left-brained. SELF-CONFIDENCE LEVEL. Fairly self-confident in themselves and their skills, especially as a detective. But who knows how much of this is genuine and how much of this is merely an act?

THIS IS NOT A DASH GAME. I WAS GIVEN PERMISSION TO USE THIS FROM @hitoseigi. PLEASE DO NOT USE WITHOUT GEM'S PERMISSION, THANK YOU!

[kirsteninthesun]

Random (Semi Serious/Adult? Idk) Truly Me Headcanons GO!

1. JLY 8 (auburn hair green eyes bangs, classic) plays a large brass instrument, maybe French Horn. She’s a little weird and doesn’t have a fashion sense, so she wears those classic weird girl black fabric rubber sole clog shoes. She writes fanfiction. She probably grows up to be an English teacher.

2. JLY 21 (pigtails and pin curls, green eyes) is a horse girl and wants to be a dressage teacher. She’s very businesslike and serious, and she intimidates people. But she’s not mean- though sometimes it feels hard to please her.

3. JLY 45 (straight black hair, bangs, dark tone addy mold) has a sardonic and elevated sense of humor she keeps throughout her life. I’m thinking of a specific kind of “too cool for you” internet character, but in a good way. She listens to Lana and was popular on tumblr, but now she’s extremely self aware.

4. JLY 58 (curls, afro, addy mold) is incredibly shy and quite nervous, she’s unsure of herself. She can also be a little too trusting, yet at the same time a hard shell to crack. She doesn’t like to talk about her emotions, but she has a lot of them.

5. JLY 62 (sonali mold, medium tone, mid length dark brown hair w side part) has been under academic pressure since like, day one, and she did well with it- she’s a lawyer now working like crazy, but she never really had a moment to explore herself, so sometimes she seems almost artificially constructed. You can’t figure out who she is on her own time.

6. JLY 83 (tight blonde curls, light josefina mold, brown eyes) is a perfectionist, and group projects with her stress you out. She delegates responsibility well, but everything has to be done according to her specifications, and you’re not sure you’re up to the task.

7. JLY 56 (Lanie lookalike) does some kind of weird sport like shotput or long jumping, something within the field part of track and field. She’s good at it, too. She’s always cheerful and energetic. She’s very predictable and maybe a little basic- you could guess her Starbucks order from looking at her.

8. JLY 25 (classic mold with dark eyes, dark hair) immigrated from somewhere in the Caucasus and ending up fitting well into American culture, becoming a fashion forward, culture conscious young adult. She kept her accent, though, and you can tell she doesn’t try too hard to Americanize- she likes being a little different and enjoys different perspectives. She always has her nails done.

9. JLY 18 (Addy mold textured hair with bangs) She cut those bangs herself and doesn’t know why, because she’s been growing her hair out since forever.

10. JLY 53 (light josefina mold, blond shoulder length hair, brown eyes) is blind and has been since birth. She’s majoring in some form of art, maybe ceramics, and she’s really into creative design of everyday items- mugs with thumbprint holds, shelves that fold out of walls, custom plates with chip and dip holders.