#sexytimes bbs

[fereldanwench]

i'm in one of those too-many-ideas phases rn:

i've got my goro-at-the-afterlife set i wanna keep picking at--more of a vibe set than an outright story set, but i think this one does require more brain power than i can currently offer rn lmao

there are a few sexytime poses i haven't had a chance to play with yet, including some in which goro will have the opportunity to return the favor 👀👀👀

summer fluffy fun stuff!

fashion shoots with my bb bc I've put together so many outfits for her that i haven't done anything with

[trekkie-lkm-archive]

Info: alright guys, I'm looking for some KIRK/CHAPEL - I'd like some kind of hurt/comfort fic in sickbay - kirk gets banged up on a mission and chapel takes care of him. AFTER ALL, ITS A FULL SERVICE JOB, BB'S!

This doesn't have to be pr0n, but adding some sexytimes would be tres awesome.

I hope they put chapel in the next movie. (thread)

Fill: 1/1

Author: anonymous

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[flyingkiki]

Flavor: Vanilla

Quarantine gives me a lot of time to write. Played around with this sexy little idea because I cannot get enough of this adorable pair.

I’ll be working on the requests and prompts you sent me. I’m still accepting requests. Has to be Tim/Rae though, so we can populate this fandom more. Please expect more in the coming days! 

I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing this! 

Some smutness up ahead.

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“Dude that looks nasty.”

Tim hissed as he tried taking off his uniform. He sent a Jason the best withering glare he could muster through the haze of pain. Killer Croc had gotten him good in the fight earlier, taking a large swipe along the left hip. He gingerly tried to peel his uniform away from the wound. He stumbled towards the med bay where Alfred was already waiting to help treat his wounds.

Dropping cowl, gloves, and utility belt on the table, Tim walked towards the med table. He tried his best to hoist himself on the table without aggravating the wounds too much. What little movement he did though still had blood oozing out of the claw marks. Tim groaned.

“Those are quite a few, Master Tim.” Alfred inspected the wounds worriedly before pulling all medical supplies closer.

Tim groaned as Alfred tried to tug some of his uniform out of the way. He didn’t bother pulling off the rest of his top, Tim didn’t see the need to. “Yeah. That fight was nasty.”

“You have such bad shape, Drake.” Damian commented from the entrance of the med bay. He crossed his arms and gave his older brother an annoyed look.

Tim craned his neck to glare at the little monster of a 10 year-old. “Says the kid that got throw into the sewer.”

“You should go take a shower, Master Damian,” commented Alfred while prepping some of the gauzes.

“Yeah, buddy.” Jason sauntered into the med bay, patting Damian on the head as he passed him. “You stink.”

Damian growled. “Shut up, Todd.”

Tim sighed and leaned back on the table with his elbows to give Alfred better access to the wound. He looked between Jason and Damian, and gave them both a withering glare. “Don’t you to two have anything better to do than stand around here? Like maybe help Bruce with the report?”

“Nah, I hate filing reports,” Jason shrugged and noisily plunked down in one of the steel med chairs. “You’re more entertaining.”

“I like seeing you in pain.” Damian replied, not bothering to move from the entrance of the med bay.

Tim winced as Alfred began cleaning out the wound. “Geez, I feel loved.”

Alfred struggled with cleaning out the claw mark that extended towards Tim’s back. He tried to push the other half of Tim’s uniform away. “Master Tim, perhaps it’s best you remove your uniform completely. I can’t clean this out properly.”

“Uh, fine.” Tim winced and sat up, struggling to get the other half of his uniform off. Unceremoniously dropping it on the floor next to the med table, he gave Alfred an apologetic look. “I’ll pick it up later.”

“Hm,” Alfred did not seem very impressed. Studying his charge’s abdomen one more time, the old man paused, hummed, and continued with his work.

Jason absently fiddled with his phone. Ignoring Tim’s wince, he looked at the younger man curiously. “You up for some pizza and beer? I know this one place that makes a mean thin crust pizza and that fancy black garlic,”

Damian crossed his arms. “Alfred makes better pizza. Don’t go out and eat trash.”

Briefly looking at the young boy, Alfred his eyes softened slightly and he tilted his head just a little bit. “Thank you, Master Damian,”

Tim inhaled sharply when Alfred stitched one of the claw marks closed. Wincing through the pain, he tried to look at Jason. “Nah, man. I don’t think painkillers and beer is such a good idea tonight. I’m heading home after this,”

“Pfft. Pain meds never stopped me,” Jason swung his feet up on one of the extra med tables, much to Alfred’s annoyance. “Nothing happened to me, see?”

“Hah!” Tim laughed through a rather painful stitch. “Beg to differ.”

“Master Jason, could you be so kind and get one of the bigger gauzes in that medical cabinet next to you?” Alfred did not even bother looking up from tending to Tim’s wound.

“Sure,” Jason stood up and rummaged through the cabinet. Pulling out a couple of gauzes, he walked up to Tim and Alfred and placed them on the medical tray. Looking over Alfred’s shoulder he looked at the wounds and whistled. “That’s gonna scar,” Jason straightened and placed his hands behind his back as he continued to talk to Tim. “Imma give you my scarring cream. It works wonders, like I can walk around shirtless at the beach without having to worry about a shitton of scars. It doesn’t work on all of them, but, hey, the ladies always like some battle scars, so that’s okay. You just got to make sure you rub it in properly into the scar, and –”

Jason paused and blinked at his new discovery. A wide grin grew on his face and he switched his gaze between Tim’s pained face and his pelvis. “You kinky little shit.”

“Your mouth Master Jason!”

“What the?” Blue eyes flew open and Tim gave Jason an incredulous look. “What?”

Jason looked like the cat that ate all the cream and walked around the med table, much to Tim’s complete annoyance. Alfred being above all the petty teasing that would unfold in a few minutes, ignored the two brothers and continued with his work. Jason stopped on the other side of the med table and cast Tim a sly grin.

“Never thought you had a kinky bone in you,” crossing his arms, Jason grinned at Tim’s bewildered expression. He bounced on his heels lightly and cocked his head teasingly. “Always assumed you’d be a vanilla sex kind of guy, but this, you make me proud, baby bird.”

Tim looked beyond bewildered and tried to glare at Jason through the haze of pain. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Jason smirked and easily pointed down at Tim’s exposed hip bone on his uninjured side.

Tim frowned and looked down at what Jason was pointing at. His eyes widened and he immediately turned bright red. “Err,”

Jason tutted softly and gave Tim an amused look. “I didn’t know you were sleeping with someone – or seeing somebody for that matter.”

Still incredibly fluster, Tim leaned heavily on his arms and tried he best not to pitch forward and punch the shit eating grin off Jason’s face. He winced when Alfred silently continued patching him up. How long did this take?! “That’s none of your business, Jason.”

Jason looked delighted. “So there is someone!” He clapped his hands in glee once and bounced on his heels, his white tuft of hair falling into his eyes. “Who?”

“What’s going on?” An unmasked Batman stepped into the med bay and skeptically watched Jason patronize Tim.

Damian crossed his arms and threw an uninterested look at his father. “Jason is interrogating Tim about his sex life.”

Bruce threw his 10-year old son a bewildered look while trying to listen in on what Jason was saying. Fighting the urge to roll his eyes in exasperation, Bruce was sure he needed a Tylenol to fight off the migraine that was slowly starting to build. Looking down at his son, he basically told him to scram. “Go to bed, Damian.”

“But –”

“Take a shower and go to bed. You reek,”

Damian frowned and turned on his heels, marching out of the med bay. Satisfied that at least his minor son was out of the room for whatever sex talk Jason was shouting to high heavens, Bruce sighed. Sometimes it was hard being a father.

“It’s none of your business, Jason.” Tim frowned, his blush still wild and red on his face.

“I make it my business!”

“No you –” Tim paused as Bruce appeared next to Jason. Jason also stopped teasing but continued to give Tim a wide grin.

“Are you alright?” Bruce asked looking at his son.

Tim shrugged. “Yeah. We’re almost done anyway. It’s not too bad after all,”

“Hmm,” Bruce nodded. Surveying Tim’s body for any other injuries, his eyes stopped at Tim’s hip. He felt his jaw tighten just a fraction of an inch and he stared at the little red marks on his son’s pelvis. Bite marks. Jesus Christ, he respected his son’s private life but – Bruce tried not to roll his eyes in exasperation. Ignoring Jason’s snickering, Bruce looked back up into the eyes of a highly embarrassed Tim, and he raised an eyebrow. “Make sure to invite your girlfriend to dinner with us one of these days.”

And with that, Bruce turned and left his two sons. He badly needed a Tylenol. Parenting grown men was hard. He could hear Jason howl with laughter.

“Ha!” Jason grinned, taking extreme pleasure out of the embarrassing situation.

Tim groaned loudly in embarrassment and threw himself back on the table, slightly wincing at the impact. Alfred sent him an amused look before finishing up his work.

~

It was close to midnight once Tim finally, finally, made it back to his apartment. He was still in substantial amount of pain, and embarrassment, once he pulled himself into his apartment. All he wanted was to crawl into bed, down a couple more painkillers, and sleep through tomorrow. Adult or not, it was mortifying to have your parent discover how active your sex life could be.

The hallway lights were on when he stepped into his apartment. He was sure that he had switched off all lights remotely. He was also sure that his security system would have detected an intruder. Surveying the hallway for any signs of an intruder, he visibly relaxed when he spotted a pair of familiar boots neatly stacked against his running shoes. Tim smiled.

Sighing softly, Tim pulled off his shoes and placed them next to the boots. Dropping off his keys in the little bowl in the foyer, he padded silently into his huge living room. Walking quietly towards his huge black sofa, he quirked his lips at the sight of long, pale legs and soft swell of a butt with black lace panties sticking out of a bundle of grey throw blanket. Smiling softly at the familiar sight, his gaze lingered at the tempting ass that peeked out of the blanket.

Walking around the sofa, Tim faintly wondered if he should wake her. Thinking it would be best to wake her so she could move into the bedroom with him (since he was in no capacity to pick her up, lest potentially bust his stitches), Tim slowly crouched down and gently touched the bundle of blanket where he could see a bunch of hair poking out.

“Hey,” Tim whispered softly, smiling when the blankets stirred.

Sleepy purple eyes popped out of the blankets. They blinked sleepily at him before a hand underneath the blankets pulled the blanket away and her face came into view. “Hey,”

Tim reached out and pushed some errand purple hair away from her face. “I didn’t know you’d be coming over tonight,”

Her lips quirked a fraction of an inch and she sat up, allowing the blanket to pool around her bare legs. She watched him crouched by the sofa and she eyed him carefully. “Dick mentioned Killer Croc’s attack tonight and I heard what happened.” Her gaze dropped to his torso. She placed her hand on his arm propped on the sofa and gently tugged him onto the sofa. “I slipped out of the tower as soon as I could.”

Tim grunted softly and sat down next to her, wincing slightly at the movement. Smiling at her, he dropped his hand on her bare thigh and squeezed. “Thanks, Rae.” He eyed her curiously.

Raven pushed her purple hair out of her eyes and stared at him. “Do you want something to eat?”

Tim tilted his head and sent her an amused look. “You’re gonna cook?”

“Hmm,” Raven stood up and smirked when Tim eyed her bare legs appreciatively. She nudged his hand away with her knee when it creeped up her leg and under the oversized shirt she was wearing. “I’ll go make us something to drink.”

Tim chuckled and watched her disappear into his kitchen. He heard her pull out their mugs from cupboards and other items she’d need for making coffee and tea. “You didn’t have to sneak out tonight, Rae,” he called into the kitchen.

“Yeah, I know. But I know you,” there was a soft clatter in the kitchen followed by the familiar aroma of coffee. “You’re going to pull your stitches and I’d rather you don’t bleed all over the bed. We just changed the sheets.”

Tim watched Raven reappear into his living with two steaming mugs. A small, playful smile was dancing on her lips as she handed him his coffee and she carefully sat down next to him. “I am touched over your concern of our bedsheets,” he teased and squeezed her thigh.

Raven hid her smile behind her mug and took a small sip. Carefully draping one of her legs over his left leg, she settled comfortably into the couch. Tim’s hand absently stroked her leg and they settled back comfortably.

Tim ran over the evening’s events to her, detailing parts of the fight and Killer Croc’s motive that evening. Raven did not look pleased for the most part of Tim’s storytelling.

“That was a reckless move,” Raven frowned.

Tim shrugged. “He would have gotten away with the kryptonite,”

“Still reckless.” She rolled her eyes when Tim chuckled. Pulling her leg away from his lap, she grabbed Tim’s empty coffee mug and placed their mugs on the coffee table in front of them.  Sitting up next to him, she raised an eyebrow. “Take your shirt off.”

Tim grinned at her and his left hand slid up her bare thigh teasingly. “If you want me naked all you have to do is ask.”

Her lips twitched at his playfulness. “I want to save our bedsheets. Those are my favorite,”

Tim chuckled and slowly tried to remove his white t-shirt. Wincing when he raised his arms, Raven leaned forward and helped him remove the shirt. Sighing, he leaned back to get more comfortable on the sofa with his both of his arms draped over the back of the couch and watched Raven inspect his upper body carefully. His eyes softened. “You don’t have to heal me you know,”

Raven’s expression softened and she offered him a smile. “I want to.” Gently placing her hand on his chest, she leaned forward and offered him a soft kiss on the lips.

Pulling back, Raven started pulling the bloody bandages away from Tim’s body. She paid rapt attention for any discomfort and her frown deepened when she saw the four claw marks that ran across his side. She recognized Alfred’s handiwork easily with the neat stitching but she frowned at how red and bloody the wound remained. She gently touched the side of the wound making Tim inhale sharply and his stomach contract. A little blood slowly oozed out of the stitched wound.

“Sorry,” Raven whispered, she cast an apologetic look at Tim. She sat up straighter and concentrated on the wound. Her hands began to softly flash white and they hovered over the wound as she slowly began the process of healing Tim.

Over the months they had been together, Tim discovered that he enjoyed the feeling of Raven’s powers slipping into and over his body. Despite how people would describe her as cold and deadly, her powers were warm and gentle when they could be. He quickly learned how giving and warm Raven could be, a side which only a very few knew about.

Tim felt the pain of his wound slowly ebb away and his body warmed as Raven’s healing process slowly finished. He felt the familiar tingle of skin restoring. He stared at Raven as she kept an intent eye on his wound. When the soft glow of her hands slowly faded away, he watched her sigh softly and gently ran her left hand along his now injury-free side. His muscles contracted at the warm touch and his body felt infinitely better than it had moments ago.

“There,” whispered Raven. She blinked, feeling a bit woozy from using her healing powers. She cast Tim a small satisfied smile. “Not even a scar.” Her fingers danced over his now healed side and watched the muscle contract under her touch.

Tim grinned and pulled her closer, tucking her into his side. His left hand slid down her back and rested on the dip of her hips. “I have the best and most beautiful doctor to heal me.” Tim kissed the crown of her head.

Raven chuckled into his neck. “You don’t think Alfred will be jealous?” She absently allowed her fingers to dance across his chest, tracing faint scars and moving along defined muscle.

“Al can tend wounds just fine. But he’s not as beautiful as you,” Tim grinned at Raven, who rolled her eyes in response. He absently stroked her hip and made himself more comfortable on the sofa just holding her.

Tucking her head under Tim’s chin, she relaxed hearing his steady breathing and heartbeat. Her fingers absently danced across his chest, tracing scars, and muscle lines and watching as his muscle contracted under her fingertips. Her hand stopped however along Tim’s abs (one of her favorite body parts on him, really), when she caught sight of something embarrassingly familiar.

“Is that?” Raven pushed herself into an upright position and stared Tim’s pelvis, exposed by his low hanging sweatpants.

“Oh,” Tim laughed sheepishly and watched as Raven stared at the love bite on the lower right side of his abdomen, just where his sharp v-line began. Her handiwork from the other night. “I forgot that was there.”

Raven blinked. “And everyone saw this?” To her horror Tim nodded.

“Bruce said to bring my girlfriend over for dinner,”

“Bruce saw?” Raven sighed loudly and dropped her head on Tim’s chest. She listened to Tim’s heartbeat, feeling totally mortified. She felt Tim soothingly rub her back.

“So, would you?”

She lifted her head and gave him a confused look. “Would I what?”

“Come over to the manor for dinner?”

They’ve been together for close to a year already but kept their relationship mostly to themselves. Tim respected that Raven was a very private person. Mainly because they wanted to stay out of the prying eyes of the media. And he knew she worried over Bruce’s reaction over them being in a relationship. Bruce was after all part of the Justice League that once shunned Raven for her demon heritage, that was a wound that Tim knew Raven still carried out around with her. He watched as a look of worry crossed her face.

“They’ll love you.”

Tim gave her an assuring smile and squeezed her hip. He felt his insides warm when she offered him a small smile. He knew that he was lucky to catch these quiet moments with Raven.

“Okay,” she breathed softly and smiled when Tim’s smile widened. Leaning forward, she offered him a long kiss and leaned into him. Pulling away, she tapped his chest with her fingertips and eyed him seriously. “But only after a couple of weeks. I don’t want Batman’s first impression of me being the secret girlfriend that gave his son a hickey next to his penis. My history with him isn’t all too great to begin with.”

Tim laughed and tucked her into his side. His hand slid down her back and sneakily slipped over her lace clad ass. Tim was always very touchy and he grinned when Raven wiggled her ass a little. Absently playing with the edge her underwear, he cleared this throat. “Well, fat chance,” he began. “Jason was there and I doubt he’ll ever let us live this down.”

“Ugh,” Raven dropped her head against his chest.

Tim chuckled. “Jason is an asshole sometimes.”

“All of the time,” Raven mumbled into his chest.

Tim squeezed her hip and nudged her gently. “He said he was surprised that I was into kinky stuff,”

“Oh?” Raven looked up at him and threw him a bewildered look.

Tim grinned playfully when he realized he caught her attention. Cupping her ass, he gave her butt cheek a gentle squeeze. “He said he thought I was only into vanilla sex.”

Raven propped herself up on his chest and raised an eyebrow at a highly amused Tim. “Vanilla sex?”

Tim gave her a cheeky grin and gave her butt another hearty squeeze. “Right?”

Raven pressed her body against his and kissed the underside of his chin. She tutted and sent him a playful grin before casting her eyes down his body and allowing her hand to trail down his chest and abs. Her fingertips ghosted over the dips of his abs and she watched in satisfaction as his muscles contracted. Sliding her palm further down she, smiled when Tim shifted and her hand lay dangerously low on his lower abdomen and she teasingly slid her fingers along the love bite by the sharp v-cut of his hips. “Jason has no idea what he’s talking about,” hummed Raven lowly and smirked when Tim inhaled sharply.

Raven’s fingers teasingly slipped over his low hung sweatpants and she watched in satisfaction at the growing bulge in front of her. She felt him shift and inhale deeply. Raven hummed softly when Tim pulled her closer, relishing the warm press of her body against his.

Nipping his chin playfully, Raven sat up and pressed her hands on his chest. With one fluid motion, she straddled him and rolled her hips into his. Sighing softly at the movement, Tim gripped her the swell of her hips tightly, knowing she’d enjoy the pressure.

Raven rolled her hips and felt his hard cock press against her core. She felt her body burn with desire as she relished the warm contact of their bodies. She felt the Tim’s strong emotions possessively lap against her, she practically purred as her own emotions tangled with his. Gripping his broad shoulders for support, she pitched forward and kissed Tim.

Long, callused fingers gripped her hips roughly, pushing her hips sharply into his. Tim groaned at the contact and allowed one of his hands to slip under her shirt and travel up her bare back. He caught her lips in a heady, desperate kiss. Each kiss was dragging out something primal within them and his fingers dug into her hips, earning him a satisfying roll of her hips and a soft moan.

Raven pulled back slightly, trying to desperately catch her breath. Shifting under her, Tim sat up and made swift work to rid her of her t-shirt. Relishing the feel of skin to skin contact, he sighed softy and kissed her neck. He felt his cock twitch painfully as Raven continued her dangerous rhythm against him. He felt her fingers dig into his shoulders as his hand teasingly ghosted over her left breast before sliding behind her head and tangling into her purple hair. Tugging her hair gently, he angled her head and stole a searing kiss, tongue sliding over hers, and drinking a throaty moan greedily.

“Please,”

Only Raven could ignite such a delicious, delirious fire within him. Groaning softly, he easily picked her up and laid her onto their oversized couch. One of the main reasons why they bought this ridiculously big couch was for couch sex, if they were being honest. Easily tugging off his sweatpants and underwear and her lacy panties, he pressed himself on top of her and hiked her left leg around his hip.

“Fuck,” Tim breathed into her neck at the sensation of her wet, hot heat brush against his cock. Groping her breast, he kissed her neck softly before nibbling on the tender flesh. Pulling away, he kissed her soundly on the lips and nipped her lower lip earning a soft groan and a tantalizing roll of her hips.

“Tim,”

Humming softly, Tim lowered his head and captured one of Raven’s nipples in between his lips. Suckling and nibbling at the perk peak, Tim felt his cock throb painfully at the intoxicating keening noises Raven was making. He palmed her other breast and rolled the other nipple in between his finger.

“I need you,”

It was like a mad scramble of limbs, as Raven became desperate for release. Releasing her nipple, Tim quickly came to his knees in between her legs and positioned his cock at her entrance. Holding her writhing hips and greedily drinking in her disheveled hair and hooded eyes, Tim felt a mad rush of emotions for the intoxicating woman below him. Squeezing her hip, he quickly entered her hot heat in one fluid motion and pressed his whole body over her. Filling her to the hilt, both of them groaned loudly.

“Yes!”

Their movements were loud, wet, and frantic. With what limited space they had left on the couch, Raven wrapped both of her legs around Tim’s hips and frantically met each of his thrusts with her hips, moaning at the delicious friction. She felt full and hot, and so dangerously close of toppling over the edge.

Raven’s fingers dug into hard biceps as Tim continued to fill her to the hilt, his movements more frantic and his groans hot against her ear. Hiking up her right leg just a little higher, Raven clenched around his cock and she let out a throaty moan as he continued to hit just the right spot. She arched her back and pressed herself into his hard body.

“Raven. Fuck,”

“Tim – Oh!” Raven closed her eyes, dangerously close to her own orgasm.

Tim whispered her name like a prayer and pistoned into her, their hips meeting in a frantic haze. The wet sound of sex and moans filled the living room. Groaning loudly, he felt stars explode behind his eyes and felt his release explode just as Raven clenched around him and moaned his name. Collapsing on top of her, they frantically they rode out their orgasms. Tim nibbled her neck, making her moan and clench around his cock.

After a few more strokes, they collapsed against each other in a sweaty tangle of limbs. Raven felt herself slowly come down from the delirious high, and she wrapped her sweaty arms around Tim’s shoulders. Relishing the close contact, she softly squeezed him.

“I love you,” She whispered into his sweaty neck.

Breathing unsteadily against her neck, Tim lifted his head and gave her a languid smile. “I love you too,” he whispered. Leaning down, he tenderly kissed her.

Raven groaned softly as Tim pulled out of her, the sensation sending delicious shivers down her spine. She sighed tiredly when he adjusted their position on the sofa and rolled her on top of him. Gathering her in his arms, Tim kissed her softly once more and pulled her closer. Raven sighed contently as he gently ran his hands up and down her spine. Tim loved to cuddle.

“That was amazing,” he whispered hoarsely into her hair.

Raven chuckled sleepily and snuggled into his embrace further. “So insatiable,”

Tim laughed and squeezed her. “Jason knows shit.”

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OCs So Far Master List

I wanted to compile my OCs somewhere as a reference. I don't have many, but I don't really have a masterlist so I figured might as well. Most of them I've made in those fun dollmaker games so there's that. Anyway this is more for me than anything so I'll put everything under a cut so it doesn't get too long!

Whumpees:

Blue/Ruka; Merman; strong, stubborn, proud, defiant, but deep down lonely

Rhyss; winged character (early 20s; batlike wings); adventurous, brave, kind, easily excited but easily discouraged; breaks easily

Shae; fairy; tiny! real tiny; quiet, timid, gentle, kind, loves sweets and sunshine, fearful, SO SO EASY TO BREAK

I don't actually have an image of him yet, need to fix that

Cloe; smol winged boi (feathery wings); not tiny! like Shae, smol like...not even 4 feet tall; slender, fragile, emotional; breakable, introverted; needs someone big + strong to protecc him

Arinn; demon, specifically an incubus but unlike many incubi (who get their energy from sexytimes with humans) he gets energy from affection; he is often quite litterally touch starved; smart, clever, snarky, stubborn, wants affection but hates having to ask for it

Emmeline; immortal; lady whumpee; has been alive a long time; curious, adventurous, loves learning and traveling, but has terrible luck & often finds herself in dangerous situations in which she's hurt but can't seek help because someone will discover what she is; lonely and wishes she had a companion. Has a healing factor but some circumstances can slow it, like if she's tired or sick.

Helos; android; has been used as an assassin in his past but is now free and lives with a scientist named Desmond; withdrawn, rough around the edges but has a good heart; very protective of other androids

Ambrose; vampire; has been alive a long time; cold, distant, aristocratic, but also thoughtful and smart and deep down lonely (..i'm sensing a theme here..)

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Types of whumpees I want to make:

-more tiny characters!

-an angel/large feathery winged character

-just more non-human whumpees in general tbh

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Caretakers:

Sage; my personal favorite; runs a flower shop! left home because his family wanted him to become a warrior but he is gentle and loves plants and hates violence. Great for gentleness, snuggles, treating injuries with herbs and kindness.

Vale; wealthy but secluded; has a soft spot for non-human creatures, particularly fauns; helpful, generous, just generally wants to help people

Blaise; makes furniture; strong and muscular but gentle (also a theme for my caretakers...); a bit insecure

Alex; technically Arinn's caretaker/boyfren but I am willing to loan him out. really has a thing for cute demons. bit of a loner, has a rough past with his family, tends to be very loyal to whoever he is close to but not trust anyone else

Maria and Cole; friends who are members of a group who rescue and help non-human whumpees who are harmed by other humans who treat them poorly. Just good generic caretakers really.

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Whumpers:

I don't have many NAMED whumpers actually. I tend to have them be just sort of generic nameless jerks and then mold them into whatever I need for a particular story or RP.

But one go-to for me is a guy named Mr. Prescott, he's a rich asshole who hates any sort of non-human beings with a passion. He uses his resources to have them captured and brought to him where he hurts them basically as a sick hobby. Often he doesn't even kill them, he'll just have them dumped somewhere completely broken once he's bored of them. If you ever want him to whump one of your bbs, let me know~

[borkingbarnes]

KINKS

Thank u for the tag, Katto @buckyland​. ily, but u know that already. 💖

car sex or mile high club // spanking or binding // collar or handcuffs // stalking or kidnapping NOPE// daddy or sir // size kink or breeding kink // torture or edging // stolen identity or fake identity IDENTITY THEFT IS NOT A JOKE JIM // foot chase or car chase are the feds chasing me for public sexytime or??  // online stalker or friendly creeper no.// forced pregnancy or forced marriage no ty// creepy voicemails or obsessive blog fuck this???// sweetheart or baby// sugar daddy or boss // mob or biker // choking or slapping // sex pollen or brainwashing // hair pulling AND or pinned down // black mail or coercion nope.// kitchen counter or balcony // under the table or on the table

These less consensual kinks are too much for me but to each their own lol 

Tagging @vennilavee @fightmewiatch @cap-n-stuff @fvckingavengers @rogrsnbarnes - have at it bbs

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please, please, please for the love of our bb!bren, please send me fic that you think i’d like/characterizes b like i do/the sexytime is up my alley/etc if you see it. if i get a bunch of y’all saying there isn’t really much or any out there imma get off my lazy ass n pump out more fic, but it won’t be as polished n/or will be drabbles n ficlets n snippets.

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Tag Game!

Alphabet Tag

RULES: answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better.

I was tagged by my favorite Jerome bb vlog @queenvaleska Thanks, fam!!!

a // age: 18

b // birthplace: Baton Rouge, Louisiana, USA

c // current time: 9:22 p.m.

d // drink you last had: Voss water

e // easiest person to talk to: all depends on the topic but, 99.9% of the time, it’s @wolfypuppypiles

f // favorite songs: Sooooo many!!! (I have more than this but I’m just gonna list every song on my Repeat playlist) Let You Down by NF ||| Sick Boy by The Chainsmokers ||| Torches by X Ambassadors ||| Reckless Love by Cory Asbury ||| Rich Love by OneRepublic ft. Seeb ||| Wait On Me by Rixton ||| Hotel Ceiling by Rixton ||| The Way I Do by Bishop Briggs ||| Darling by NEEDTOBREATHE ||| Pray For Me by The Weeknd ft. Kendrick Lamar ||| All the Stars by Kendrick Lamar ft. SZA ||| Happier by Ed Sheeran ||| Castle on a Hill by Ed Sheeran ||| King’s Dead by Jay Rock ft. Kendrick Lamar ||| Galway Girl by Ed Sheeran ||| Champion Remix by Fall Out Boy ft. RM ||| Radioactive by Imagine Dragons ft. Kendrick Lamar ||| Thunder/Young Dumb and Broke by Imagine Dragons and Khalid ||| X by ScHoolboy Q, 2 Chainz and Saudi ||| Do It Again by Elevation Worship ||| Start Again by OneRepublic ft. Logic ||| Grace Got You by MercyMe ||| Don’t Let Me Down by The Chainsmokers ft. Daya

g // grossest memory: I don’t really know... I don’t think I have a gross memory

h // horror yes or horror no: Horror yes, depending on what it is

i // in love?: nah

j // jealous of people: at times, yea

l // love at first sight or should I walk by again?: Both, I guess

m // middle name?: I have 2. Kaitlyn Alexa

n // number of siblings: 1

o // one wish: oh that’s private lol (no not sexytime private, get’cho mind out of the gutter)

p // person you called last: A good friend on Skype

q // questions you’re always asked: “Is that your real name?” (yes) “Isn’t that guy on Merlin named Emrys?” (yes) “You ever think about changing your name?” (used to, don’t anymore) “Don’t you think you should get more sleep?” (yes, I do)

s // song you last sang: Darling by NEEDTOBREATHE

t // time you woke up: 12:30 p.m. (day off)

u // underwear color: black

v // vacation destination: Tempest Freerunning Academy in California

w // worst habit: I stay up way too late and hate myself in the morning for it.

x // x-rays: I don’t understand. I’ve had them before. I don’t like it.

y // your favorite food: crawfish for a meal, cannolis for a dessert

z // zodiac sign: I’m an Aquarius. yo but everything I’ve read about “what your sign says about you” has been wrong so I’m a hella skeptic

I’m tagging anyone who wants to do it because it’s fun!

[shadowmaat]

7, 9, 10, 34, 37, 38, 39 and an alternate ending to Me and You and You and Me. XD

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

I feel like I should go for something poignant or filled with meaning, but I’m going with this bit of silliness instead:

While he was babbling, however, the one-eyed cat sauntered into the hall and began stropping against his legs, purring.

“BB-9E, you stop that!” The woman demanded.

The cat ignored her, weaving between his legs and forcing him to stop so he wouldn’t trip. His mind noted that the cat’s owner had an English accent, but his mouth, unfortunately, got stuck on the name.

“BB-9E?” His eyes widened. “Uh, not that there’s anything wrong with that! Great name! I should be going...”

“It’s the muffler part of a Tangent Motorcycle that makes it purr,” she said.

I’ve seen people come up with some goofy ways to justify BB-8 as the name of a pet in modern AUs, so it was fun to come up with my own justification/rationalization for BB-9E. And I absolutely believe that Rey would be the type to name pets after engine parts. The fact that this particular part happens to purr like a cat shows her quirky sentimentality.

9. Which fic has been the hardest to write?

I’ve gotten stalled on a few fics, but the one that springs to mind is Vos Encounter. It started off as a funny idea and just snowballed into an avalanche of angst and misunderstanding and finding the right way through it without causing too much lasting damage was trickier than I imagined when I started it.

10. Which fic has been the easiest to write?

That’s a tossup between the Great Cake Caper (with Issa and her squad) and Personal Space, which is an angsty Finnpoe fic that pretty much dropped into my head fully formed once I saw the prompt.

34. What are your thoughts on non-con and dub-con?

Not a fan of non-con. I know a lot of people are into it and I try to leave them be, but it’s one of the things I have blacklisted on Ao3. Dub-con depends a lot on circumstances. Drunken sexytimes between people who’ve been pining for each other is one thing, but someone being afraid to say “no” or not being aware that they can say it is a lot iffier for me. I tend to be very very vanilla when it comes to smut and consent is a pretty important thing to me. Though I’m far more likely to be OK with dub-con than rape.

37. Talk about your current wips

Of the ones I’m actively working on there’s the Save Boba AU with Surge Squad. I’ve developed some insecurities about five being too small even for a squad, but overall it’s fun trying to flesh out and individualize the clones and to find ways to work in Boba. Plus of course the added challenge of a grownup AU Issa. With Clone Week coming up I should be able to start posting some of what I’ve been writing. And at some point, yeah, I need an Issa POV to follow up the Plo one.

I also want to do more with Surge Squad and the Blackbirds. I have a mission in mind for them that hopefully doesn’t get too ambitious in scope. But it explains more about why the clones have to attend a fancy party. The Blackbirds may get the idea that Surge is a bit soft, but I’ll cook up a disaster that’ll really let each group show off their best.

I have an expansion on a previous fic that I have stewing on the back burner for now. Maul and Bail’s first kiss, from Bail’s POV. The first draft worked well but I want to give it some more thought and see if there are ways to tweak it.

There’s more on indefinite hiatus. The Runaways of the Force short got some progress on it before I froze up again. And I got another paragraph or two on the Han/Boba fic before losing direction again. 

I’m flat-out giving up on the Finn time travel fic, mostly because I can’t come up with a coherent plot for it. Same for the one about my other Nautolan OC, Tem Seriss. I know she’s a diplomatic aide and utilizes her native ability to sense the emotions in the room to help the diplomat she’s assigned to, but other than that I have no idea what to do with her. And my Mandalorian Wayfarers AU is out, too, though I’ll always be wistful for it.

38. Talk about a review that made your day.

A while back I got a comment on some fluff fic I wrote from someone who said they’d been having a terrible day but that reading my fic made things a lot better. That right there is one of the reasons I like to write: to make people happy. Or, y’know, angsty and tortured, but eventually happy, too. ;)

39. Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

I’ve only gotten a couple of rude reviews so far and I don’t think they were intentionally rude so much as it was a case of having a very different sense of humor than my own. On the advice of friends I gently corrected one person on their “just a joke” style comment. The other one I haven’t decided what to do yet, though I may go the same route. Or just ignore it. Outdated attitudes/humor is absolutely exhausting. And I say that as someone who is probably a good chunk older than most of my audience. 

[self-loving-vampire]

I was only young when I played Ultima VII but I had already ventured to the depths of dungeons that dripped with dread, partaken in interstellar war and defended my home planet from invaders. Like Roy Batty and all people who grew up with games, I had seen and done so much. Between adventures in space, I’d rezone my commercial districts or build a new bus route, leaving room in the schedules for occasional postal service functions. Yes, I had lived a full life already, but I had never watched a man clad in the finest clothes in Britain eat an egg and then belch in the face of a barmaid, so who can say I had experienced anything worthwhile at all?

Gaming had certainly made me a busy boy, often alternating between saviour and mayor, but sometimes it was hard to shake the feeling that I was a busy boy working away in a collection of somnolent worlds. So often, no matter how much I enjoyed my progress through a game, I couldn’t help but feel I was moving through something static and linear. I didn’t (and still don’t) object to that but as the games I played began to increase in visual complexity, their crude borders only seemed more obvious than before and their inhabitants’ lack of life more acute.

That feeling isn’t a relic, it persists today. Stand in the middle of a junction in Liberty City and it’s possible to feel a connection with the place. Pedestrians, cars, overheard conversations, the dropped coffee and stumble of a jostled passerby. Turn to an empty street though, glance to the side, then back again. Often enough, rows of vehicles will have appeared, like flowers from a magician’s sleeve, a trick that garishly announces, ‘this is illusion’, demanding your attention because the player is not always a protagonist. Often, the player is the audience.

I get it. I understand why. But sometimes I don’t want to be the audience, the centre around which the world revolves and at which events are directed. Sometimes I want to be a participant. That’s something that multiplayer games allow but they are rarely about exploration and existence, concentrating instead on competition and destruction. Online roleplaying games should be the perfect antidote but the structure of the majority reverts to treating each player as a hero in his own story. Quests and plots are usually directed at the player, to be activated at will, rather than being happenings in a wider context.

We’re going back to a time long before that was even a possibility though. Playing games with strangers in other countries? We were lucky if our modems didn’t squawk themselves into a death spiral whenever we connected to the local BBS to talk about games. The idea of actually playing them with someone who wasn’t located in the same building was more exciting than watching Flight of the Navigator for the seventieth time.

Ultima VII was the first game I played that made me feel I was part of a world that didn’t revolve around me and I believe it remains one of the best examples of its type. It’s an RPG that starts with a murder investigation rather than a dungeon crawl and that immediately marked it out. My first goal in Britannia was to talk to people, find out what made them tick and work out just what the heck was going on. While I was doing this, those people would work, eat and sleep. They were trying to get on with their lives and I was the irritating do-gooder poking my nose into their business.

It was only when I headed north to the capital that I really became convinced I was experiencing something completely new though. Travelling through marshes and farms, I was attacked by wild animals and monsters. But it wasn’t a gambit designed to allow me to level up; these were hungry wolves out for the kill rather than piñatas full of experience points and loot. Sometimes, if they were badly injured, they would try to flee, leaving a trail of blood. Their mark on the world.

Arrival in Britain was like entering a metropolis for the first time. Shops, taverns, a museum, the castle, crowds of people in the streets and businesses. There was nothing else like it. Of course, I look back on it now and realise that there were about four streets, one of each type of shop and just enough people to fulfill basic functions. But that doesn’t matter because here are some of the awesome things that I did.

I visited a bakery to buy some fresh bread because I felt me and my companions had been living on stale rations too long, having slept on a bedroll for two nights in a row. It was time to treat the whole party to a bit of the high life. While we were there, I learned how to bake by watching the process carried out by an NPC. Flour from a sack, onto a counter top, water added, rolled into dough, placed in an oven, left to bake, removed, voila! I think that’s all the steps. I’m not going to look it up. The memory is too good as it stands.

When does that happen? When was the last time you played a game and inadvertently learned how to create a useful object in the world simply by watching a character perform the steps to craft it? In fact, there’s that term: ‘crafting’. Ultima VII didn’t claim to have ‘crafting’, it just figured that if you had all the right ingredients, why the heck wouldn’t you be able to bake a loaf of bread?

After learning to bake, I learned to make clothes. More crafting that wasn’t crafting, just interacting with the world. Ultima VII was like the Duke Nukem 3D of RPGs, except it wasn’t about taking a leak, turning out a light and then smashing everything in sight, it was about rearranging the books on a shelf or making a dress for one of your companions and gifting it to her, not in the hope that it would provide enough points to unlock a glass-eyed sexytime cutscene but because it felt like the right thing to do.

I also went to the pub a lot. The Blue Boar, specifically, which is still the finest drinking establishment in all gaming and I am willing to get into a barfight about that. With live music nightly, speedy service and an extensive menu of delicacies, there’s no better way to while away the hours.

In fact, it’s at The Blue Boar that everything came together. Not at the Black Gate or in some grotty underground cave; right there, sitting with my friends on either side and a drunk shopkeeper opposite. As the evening turns to night the place really fills up. There’s the baker, who I learned a new trade from earlier, he’s arrived just in time to grab a plate of meat and potatoes, and trade jokes with his mates. And there, over in the corner on his own, that’s the tailor, downing tankard after tankard. Business must be very good. Or very bad.

I could sit in The Blue Boar for ages, making up stories for all the patrons, knowing that I’d be able to track them down the next day. They weren’t spawned at the doors, forced into existence so that the pub would feel like a pub and them snuffed out of existence as they left, they were the same people who would be walking the streets the next day and selling me goods.

And there was always at least one among them, could have been anyone, who would order an egg. It’d just arrive, plonked down in front of them unceremoniously, a massive plate with a single egg in the middle of it. Even though it didn’t matter that they were eating an egg, in that it wouldn’t have any effect on their social standing or health, it really did matter because it never failed to make me smile.

Which poor bastard is on the eggs tonight, I’d think, watching as sweetmeats from every corner of the world were laid out in front of the gathering. And then, BAM, there it would be. Egg on a plate. No cress. No mayo. The purchaser wolfing it down, hoping no one had noticed, trying to hide their shame.

Then people would stand up, say their goodbyes and leave. Closing time. And time for me to find a bed for the night or, more likely, to trudge back into the wilds looking for some fresh adventure. I’d always be back though, to The Blue Boar, because it felt like a haven. I had friends there, and warmth and food, I was part of something. I was no longer the audience, I was an actor sharing a stage.

Britannia wasn’t very large compared to more recent game worlds or the ludicrousness of Daggerfall but it did have variety and it felt like a place full of life. In a way that made me more eager to protect it but it also made me far more willing to become part of that life. I had to force myself to deliver the promise I held as the Avatar because I’d rather have been one of the ordinary folks. Hunting and drinking, dining and dancing. Ultima is all about the Virtues and one of the greatest virtues of this most excellent entry in the series was its ability to make being a hero so hard. Not because of high-powered enemies and ridiculous grind, but because it offered a world full of distractions instead of arrows pointing to the bad guys.

What other RPG could I write this much about without talking about stats, levelling, equipment and combat? I haven’t even talked about plot except in the vaguest terms. But I have talked about stories, and while they may not involve death knights and ancient artifacts, they’re the ones I remember best.

More than anything, Ultima VII was the game that first made me realise I preferred worlds that moved around me rather than worlds that I simply moved through. The way that worlds come alive for me can be in the history-changing sweep of a grand strategy game or something as simple as the addition of day-night cycles. It can be an attempt to simulate an ecosystem or something as simple as enemies actually dropping the equipment I can see they were carrying seconds before they crumpled to the ground. It all adds to the sense of existing in a world, which adds to my enjoyment of creating narrative in that world. And Ultima VII was one of the places that form of creativity first sparked for me.

[avalonarchive]

ADVENTURES IN M/M ROMANCE 2: PART DEUX continues!

YAY THEY BROUGHT BACK THAT PLOT THREAD: Remember the Surprise Sniper from the first chapter? Well, he’s back. And the kid who had the Secret Rendezvous Gone Wrong with not!Cyril was actually the son of Mayor McCheese’s Dead Wife’s Lesbian Lover. Goddamn did this book get convoluted as fuck.

WAAH DARK PAST WAAH: L33t Hacker Stereotype reveals that his mum was running away from an abusive boyfriend when she got into the car accident that mentally incapacitated her.

YUCK: All the Gay Sexytimes in this book are gross. Body fluids everywhere.

SILLY FLASHBACK: To that time when not!Cyril shot his first boyfriend in the ass with a BB gun.

HEY LOOK, IT’S THAT GUY: Did you remember By the Book Black Female Cop from the original series? Well, she’s back. Hello.

MYSTERY SOLVED: Basically:

Mayor McCheese killed his wife because she cheated on him with a Lesbian Lover (and he hates lesbians)

Mayor McCheese assassinated Troubled Teenager because he came to not!Cyril to expose the murder (not!Cyril was also targeted, but Surprise Sniper had shit aim)

Lesbian Lover blackmailed Mayor McCheese as revenge for the murder

Mayor McCheese knew that Lesbian Lover was blackmailing him, but hired not!Cyril to confirm his suspicions

Mayor McCheese kidnapped Lesbian Lover and planned on offing her in front of not!Cyril (luckily, not!Cyril wore a wire so he could summon Backup)

GOOD NEWS: Lesbian Lover survived!

BAD NEWS: L33t Hacker Stereotype probably ran off to capture Surprise Sniper (who bailed when Mayor McCheese was arrested).

ADVENTURES IN M/M ROMANCE 2: PART DEUX concludes next time! Will L33t Hacker Stereotype defeat Surprise Sniper? (Probably!) Will the Gay Sexytimes become more tasteful? (Doubtful.)

[ephrampettaline]

Slurred words. Gimme that southern drunkennes bb

“I would sleep with him SO FAST but since he’s a gentleman and all that it ain’t gonna happen, and he kinda treats me like a kid anyhow which ain’t all that conducive to sexytimes. Not a kid in a bad way, like not condescending or nothin, just real ... protective, like he suspects I might not be so good at takin’ care of myself. It’s nice. Reminds me of My Uncle Arvide who I think was part Burmese? although my kinfolk just said he was ‘Oriental’ and hoped when him and Aunt Cherry had kids they’d look more proper white (I know I know) BUT ANYHOW I’m good with Tuah bein’ more of an uncle and I mean you might suspect I got daddy issues? Which ain’t entirely untrue but it’s only on account of my Daddy bein’ not so dependable or available. Whereas I can see Tuah anytime and he seems like he’s regular as clockworks, so y’know I guess you could say I LOVE HIM??!?”

@xxtuaharjunaxx

[rhetoricalrogue]

2016 Writing Review

I was tagged by @zombolouge!  Thank you for thinking of me for this one!

Total number of completed stories: *looks through 2016 files*  50.  FIFTY.  Holy crap, I wrote a lot.  Only fifteen or sixteen of them were written during NaNoWriMo this year.

Total word count: 115,861 words.  For some reason, this year I liked to write stories hanging around the 3,000 word limits.

Fandoms written in: Dragon Age, the Witcher, and a very small stint (like one story and several headcanon posts) in Fallout 4

Looking back, did you expect to write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected? I never go into a year with "I'm going to write X amount of words/stories" but I am surprised at the amount of one-shots I worked on this year.  I may even be missing a few that I wrote purely on my blog instead of writing/saving onto my hard drive too.

What’s your own favorite story of the year? (I really need to work on titling these stories) The bittersweet one I did for Olivia/Danse where Olivia took a trip down memory lane at a deserted carnival.

Did you take any writing risks this year? Not any that I actively decided to do.  Maybe NaNoWriMo's decision to write a collection of one-shots instead of one novel length story?  Other than that, I dipped my toes into a bit more smuttier pieces for the first time this year.  @asaucyginger and @thesecondsealwrites were bigtime enablers for that.  Thank you, ladies. *blows kisses*

Do you have any fanfic or profit goals for the new year? FINISH EDITING A RUSH TO THE START.  (Maker's balls, it's been 84 years.)

Best story of the year? Everything involving Rolfe and Cassandra.  I'm horribly biased towards The Boy.  

 Most popular story of the year? If I go by reblogs, then the Blackwall/Ravena story I wrote where Blackwall has a filthy imagination.

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: Honestly, I don't know.  I don't really keep track of number of hits/comments I get once I let my stories loose in the wild.  I know that I like my writing. lf one other person likes a story of mine, then that's all the appreciation it really needs.

Most fun story to write: This is a tie between the Kissing Day story with Rolfe writing Cassandra a song, any of my Modern AU Witcher fic involving Lambert and Marle, and that one story where Rolfe got on his soapbox about badly written romance novels.

Story with the single sexiest moment: Oh geez, I dunno?  Um...either the "try not to be so loud" Rolfe/Cassandra sexytimes in camp that everyone still totally heard, "don't let me stop you from writing that report" Blackwall/Ravena Hysterical Literature inspired oral sex, or "cheesy romance coupons lead to stripteases and lap dances" Marle/Eskel moments.

Most sweet story: The ficlet I wrote with a saucy, flirty Vesemir posing for a portrait in his younger days.

“Holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you!” story: I don't think I had one?  I usually stay in my fluff comfort zone.  If not a story, then the summary I wrote about Rolfe's terrible-awful first run where he got no love and didn't get the happy ending that I had originally planned for him.  It spawned some pretty angsty headcanons created while I was still upset about the whole ordeal too.

Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters: Not a story, but having Vivienne in Rolfe's party so I could start to get a handle on writing her.  Previously, she was more of a background character that I rarely took out because Dorian or Solas had permanent Resident Mage slots in my other two Inquisitor's parties.  As such, I never got any of her banter or enough approval to complete her personal quest.  Writing Rolfe has let me discover her and I'm so sorry that I hadn't added her in sooner.  She's a lovely character that I've come to appreciate this playthrough.

Most unintentionally telling story: The Sebastian/Elsa story Stoneware Sets.  

Hardest story to write: The complete re-write of Chapter 22 of A Rush to the Start.  I've never been 100% happy with it, and fiddling around with shifting paragraphs around never sounded quite right with me, so I scrapped everything except the basic idea of where I wanted the chapter to go and started over from scratch.

Biggest disappointment: None of my stories are disappointments for me.  It sounds like a cop-out, but I honestly like everything I've written this year.  I enjoy going back and reading my own things for fun all the time. Biggest surprise: All the world building I did for the modern Witcher AU.  That and wee tiny Miss BB Carlisle.

Tagging: @thesecondsealwrites, @lizmapes, @judicaels, @saibrarutherford.  Purely optional, of course!

[kenjkats]

@toglidethroughlife thanks bb! DIBA? Like he's trying to play it cool all the time esp at first but then he does this little sentimental thing when he's alone and missing BEING w her and not just all the sexytimes anymore haha.

So Far Gone (Kenji x F!MC)

Summary: Kenji realizes he’s starting to like Alex a lot more than expected.

Note: Hero’s timeline really ANNOYS ME, because there’s this huge time jump between meeting and sparring with Kenji, which happens within a week, to The Grand being renovated and opened. That takes MONTHS to do. And Chapter 1 gives us a timeline of Book 1 at 6 months. So there’s a months-gap there and I need fic (lol I have like 5 unfinished drafts that take place in this gap) to fill in the little pieces where Kenji x Alex get closer from “just casual” to “holy crap am I falling for this person?”

—-

Kenji is working overtime lately as the opening night for The Grand gets closer. He’s stuck in his newly furnished office at the back of the club, sifting through paperwork. He sits back in his chair, exhausted, bored, staring up at the clock.

He absentmindedly reaches for his phone and pulls up a picture of him and Alex. Kenji smiles at the stolen pictures he has of her eating or sleeping or laughing.

Kenji shakes his head as he realizes just how many pictures he has of her. They had only been seeing each other for almost two months now. He suddenly wonders if he’s falling for her. How could I this soon though? And when this was supposed to be… casual?

He stares at his favorite: one of them together making silly faces, Alex’s arm wrapped around him. He recalls the scent of her hair that day and the warmth of her skin near his. He sighs to himself wishing for nothing more than to be able to go home and see her.

Just then a call from Alex pops up on the screen. Kenji picks up.

“Hey, Mr. Manager, you wanna come over tonight?”

He smirks, then groans as he replies, “I really do. But I’m stuck working late. You should know, you’re one of my bosses.”

Kenji hears her laugh.

“That’s too bad,” she says, “I miss you.”

His heart flutters at her words, the corner of his mouth turning upward at the subtle suggestion he catches in her voice.

“Believe me, I miss you, too,” he says leaning back in his chair to stare up at the ceiling.

“Oh, well. I’ll let you get back to it then. Talk tomorrow?”

He frowns a little. He doesn’t want the call to end just yet.

“Hey, Alex.”

“Yeah?”

“I do miss you, you know.”

“I know,” he hears her giggle.

“So, uh, you think I could come over anyway? Later? Just leave a key under the doormat or something?”

His heart races a little as he waits for her to reply. They visited each other a lot and slept over at each other’s places many times now. But they hadn’t touched on the subject of keys. That was a couple thing. Wasn’t it? Shit, I shouldn’t have asked, he thinks.

“Really?” She asks, “It would be a little late for both of us to do anything.”

“Yeah, I mean,” he takes in a deep breath, “you don’t have to wait up for me. And we don’t have to do anything. Alex, I’d be perfectly satisfied just crawling into bed with you after this long, long night.”

He thinks he hears her laugh a little. That kind of breathless little laugh she does when she’s smiling.

“I’d like that, actually.”

He breaks out into a grin, composing himself before he spoke again.

“Great! I should get back to it now.”

“Okay, Kenj. And you know, feel free to wake me up when you get here.”

On instinct, he smirks again, “Yeah? Why would I want to do that?”

“I dunno, you tend to do that whenever I sleep without anything on.”

He bites his lip and exhales as his mind conjures up the image of her so sexy and beautiful in the dim light of her room.

“You’re making being away from you so much more difficult, darling.”

“So hurry up and get over here.”

“I’m working on that,” he lets out an exhausted sigh as he scans his paperwork-cluttered desk, “see you soon. I hope.”

“See you,” Alex says, her voice still laced with a tone Kenji recognizes all too well. She’s teasing him.

He hangs up the call, smiling to himself. He looks down to see the picture of him and Alex still on the screen. Kenji’s thumb hovers over the button to close it, but he hesitates, then moves it over to the options menu.

Kenji sets the picture as his phone wallpaper and shakes his head in disbelief. You are so far gone, Katsaros.