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bakerstreet2023-06-02 07:01 pm
inborn) wrote in bakerstreet2023-06-02 07:01 pm
[ just wanna check if you're down for m/m before tossing up a starter c: it's totally cool either way, no hard feelings! ]
Yuko 'Shamiko' Yoshida | The Demon Girl Next Door | OTA
shadowmistress
2023-06-03 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ The Whatever Staff can turn into anything that's 'stick-like' to her so ]
[ Giving or receiving futanari/transgender option. ]
[ The bonfire crackled nearby, the waves of the sea mixing with the sounds of their friends idly chatting about this and that. Haruhi had said she was going to go looking for a cool seashell to bring back with her, and well... she hadn't really listened to what Elle's excuse was.
Hidden away near some rocks, their main light source being blocked away... Haruhi knelt in front of Elle, playfully rubbing at and soon freeing her cock, to lightly kiss the tip. ]
--Try not to get too loud, alright?
[ As dangerous and fun as it was, neither of them needed the others to see Haruhi sucking her off. ]
Hidden away near some rocks, their main light source being blocked away... Haruhi knelt in front of Elle, playfully rubbing at and soon freeing her cock, to lightly kiss the tip. ]
--Try not to get too loud, alright?
[ As dangerous and fun as it was, neither of them needed the others to see Haruhi sucking her off. ]
[ o7 if you so wish, i have the tragedy man ]
[ Sarangerel had thought herself well traveled by now, but Emet-Selch’s parting words to her had made it clear that she had barely scratched the surface of what delights there were to discover on Eitherys. Certainly many would find it odd were they to know that her favorite of such exquisite delights is the sight she is gazing at currently beneath her: G’raha Tia flushing hotly, eyelids heavy with want, shirtless, and hair down, purring while he rubs against her hand like a needy kitten as she slowly strokes his ear.
She’s been watching him gradually unravel for a few minutes now, draped over his chest wearing not one stitch on her body, an arm propped up and chin resting on a fist, the coyest of little smiles crossing her glossy black-painted lips. She can’t help herself. The breathy little sounds he makes when he’s this happy… gods, do they send the most magical of pleasant shivers down her spine. Whispering her secret pet name for him had easily been the best idea she’d had since kissing him when he finally told her he wanted her. She has every intention of making love to him slowly and intensely tonight, but for now, she’s rather enjoying making him purr just like this. She wasn’t even entirely convinced Miqo’te could make such a sound, but now that she knows what triggers it for G’raha, she plans to take advantage when they are alone.
Sarangerel continues to pet him with gentle strokes, beginning at the base of his ear and moving all the way along the length of it to the pointed tip, where she lightly applies some pressure between her thumb and forefinger. She leans down and kisses his eyelids, the feathery soft fringe of his lashes tickling her lips. ]
If you are not careful, Raha, I might be inclined to stay like this all evening…
[ Which is to say, if he continues to be so terribly adorable, he might not ever tonight get another good look at her full breasts or the bare curves of her waist and hips. ]
She’s been watching him gradually unravel for a few minutes now, draped over his chest wearing not one stitch on her body, an arm propped up and chin resting on a fist, the coyest of little smiles crossing her glossy black-painted lips. She can’t help herself. The breathy little sounds he makes when he’s this happy… gods, do they send the most magical of pleasant shivers down her spine. Whispering her secret pet name for him had easily been the best idea she’d had since kissing him when he finally told her he wanted her. She has every intention of making love to him slowly and intensely tonight, but for now, she’s rather enjoying making him purr just like this. She wasn’t even entirely convinced Miqo’te could make such a sound, but now that she knows what triggers it for G’raha, she plans to take advantage when they are alone.
Sarangerel continues to pet him with gentle strokes, beginning at the base of his ear and moving all the way along the length of it to the pointed tip, where she lightly applies some pressure between her thumb and forefinger. She leans down and kisses his eyelids, the feathery soft fringe of his lashes tickling her lips. ]
If you are not careful, Raha, I might be inclined to stay like this all evening…
[ Which is to say, if he continues to be so terribly adorable, he might not ever tonight get another good look at her full breasts or the bare curves of her waist and hips. ]
[ either role! prefs: vashwood & plantcest, open to cross-canon cr too! ]
[ They would be, Knives feared, forever in a cycle of meeting and partings. It wasn't supposed to be this way. He and Vash, they two were meant to be together. Them, their sisters, and no others should belong to this world. This universe. Humanity was unworthy of the gifts their own world had given them and their religious texts had more than exhibited how ancient their sins were.
And yet, Vash rejected him. He rejected his love and his care. He rejected the gifts of life and freedom Knives had again and again offered him. He pushed away a future where he could be happy. They both could be happy.
Cornering him in a ratty building they had built and marred the land with was not how they should meet. A collision like this was not the way he wanted to talk. He wishes they could speak they did as children, under trees and in the soft grass, holding hands and being one.
He reaches out to touch his face in the most careful gesture he can muster. He wishes to caress him, but also to tear him asunder for all the pain he's caused him with his martyrdom. ]
How many this time? How many new ones, Vash?
And yet, Vash rejected him. He rejected his love and his care. He rejected the gifts of life and freedom Knives had again and again offered him. He pushed away a future where he could be happy. They both could be happy.
Cornering him in a ratty building they had built and marred the land with was not how they should meet. A collision like this was not the way he wanted to talk. He wishes they could speak they did as children, under trees and in the soft grass, holding hands and being one.
He reaches out to touch his face in the most careful gesture he can muster. He wishes to caress him, but also to tear him asunder for all the pain he's caused him with his martyrdom. ]
How many this time? How many new ones, Vash?
[ Thoughts on these two together? Yay or nay. ]
[ Either way is fine. He's ornery either way. ]
( receiving but he's not above 69 depending )
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