Your Major Arcana, Personified

This indie rp multimuse blog will be for men created from the idea of the major arcana. As the blog grows, so will hopefully the diversity of men (18+ gay indie rp, mun is of age, this is a sideblog so I can't follow but I do keep track of my replies)

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Sorry I haven’t been around much. I’ve been almost too busy since the 5th and thereabouts. I have come to the point, especially last week, where I realized how far I was stretching myself. And it was too far.

You know, I came to tumblr from fanfiction.net in 2014. I’d loved writing at ff.net (author name: tigerdust if you want see my Dave from Glee and Destiel works and my weird CSI Nick and Greg phase) but it was a pretty lonely thing to do. Novella format is rough, let’s be honest, even fanfic.

I don’t know exactly when I came to the realization that my time on tumblr had finally passed but it was probably the panic attack that left me in hysterics because I had seven writing projects all at once and it never seemed to stop or end. I’ve always loved working and writing since I started on that first Buffy fanfic in 2007. But it was different this last time.

At some point, tumblr rping became a way for me to hide from myself. Create a character who is sexually voracious and amazingly handsome and well defined and substitute that for actually seeing the world. Meet other artists as yourself but chomp at the bit to be Pancha or Jimmy Dean or even Harvey- my old Chris Pratt werewolf detective I used to play against Thors especially.

I’m not saying tumblr rping isn’t important by any means. I think as a writing exercise it can be equal turns excruciating and elevating. You can learn a lot about yourself and your voice doing it, I sure did.

But like I knew when it was time to leave ff.net, it’s time to leave tumblr. My goal was always to write my own works. Be famous enough to have shows at comic con. Get on broadway with my musicals. Hell, reboot Mighty Max. And I can’t keep spending all that energy here. Not that this isn’t important but I have to choose myself and my career.

I feel bad for all the people I’m leaving behind and especially the new people I’m screwing over selfishly. You’ve been amazing writing companions and I appreciate you. And I hope one day you come across a brilliant piece of romance or smut or music and you recognize my voice in it. And it inspires you. Take time and find what inspires you and make your art. Be better. Keep walking. Keep listening to the universe. And who knows? Maybe I’m a liar and maybe I’ll be back in a year. I don’t think I will be though. This is different than the pron apocalypse ban or just being tired of the political bullshit or wanting to reboot. 

It’s time to take my place and work harder than ever before to get there. Thank you my friends. We’ll see each other again sometime. Somewhere. It could happen. I’m logging out, but it’s bring more amazing gay smut and romance and hope into the world than it had previously. 

Goodbye.

-John

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Do ya’all remember that Dream Daddy rp from a long while back? God I had such a good time in that rp. Such a shame it just went away. Such potential. =/

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Justin Theroux’s long legs as he straddles a chair backwards as photographed by Mike Ruiz is everything. I will think about it always.

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I would do a “roommates with secret crush” one walks in on the other masturbating and the gaze lingers until he’s busted plot. Obviously there’s joining. 

All kinds of muses to choose from. Top, bottom, vers- just let me know.

Aiming for replies tomorrow after my meetings and such.

Love.

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@majorarcanaboysrp plotted a starter from Finn:

Finn sighed deeply as he looked around the bar where he had been employed for the last couple of months. It’s not like he really liked it there but it got him some money and it wasn’t easy after such a long time to get employed again. Luckily for him the owner had wanted to give a veteran a chance.

The ex soldier jerked his head around when he heard someone shout. “Ah shit...” He cursed, there were always scumbags who tried to take advantage. “Hey!” Finn shouted over the music as he noticed how Neil tried to push the other man off. “If he says no, it’s no, yeah!” He took the man by his shirt and pulled him off.

“Are you ok?” He quickly asked Neil and looked him over, making sure his friend was alright. They had struck up a quick friendship and Finn liked the easygoing dancer. “I’m just going to escort the gentleman out.” He gave the other a shove to get him to the exit. “Don’t come back.” Finn grumbled as he gave him a final shove off out the door.

He leaned against it, making sure the man would actually leave. It was near the end of the night and he could go home soon. He looked over his shoulder as he heard someone coming closer. “He’s gone. Are you really ok?”

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“I’m sure you will but I just like to say that. People get the wrong impression about this part of town. It’s not nearly as bad as it looks at first glance, you know-” he said wisely, implying he knew more than he was letting on.

Candy batted his eyelashes a little at the compliment and bowed his head a little in deference. “Thanks. I’ve always just- been a helper. It’s in my nature. We have to look out for the people in our lives. If they let us-” he said. “And it’s a family in there. On good days-” he noted shyly. Obviously there was something he hadn’t said but that he was a little interested in saying, if only he could figure out how to trust Finn enough to really say it.

Candy gave Finn a little smile. “Something like that. I kind of want to explain it to you if only because- well- maybe you’ve noticed I’m a little different from others. Or maybe you haven’t, I don’t know. Point being that this is my regular place but not for a reason you might think of right away-” he said shyly.

And if Finn had noticed anything it would’ve likely been that at this point Candy was 95 percent healed. And on a human it would’ve taken a lot longer to get done.

Candy blushed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know any other way too. I just chicken out. Can’t help it. Redheads are a bit of weakness for me-” he admitted. “No? I’m sorry. I get it though-” he nodded. “Well, maybe we can toast to being a little more - out- I guess. Maybe together for a bit. If we keep- clicking-” he said, fumbling over his words and obviously a little nervous.

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Pirate Clan (Open)

“Ahoy there sailor and might I say it is a fine day to be one and do as such-” Captain Lilt purred as he saluted from where he hung off the rope, barely off the side of his ship. “Might I suggest that you step off the sinking ship your crewmates are going down with and come join my crew instead? We always have a cabin boy position open for the flexible-” he said with a naughty grin.

“I promise we’re nice, lad. Well-” he said with a wink and there was a chuckle from the crew- who were watching the proceedings with mild anticipation. Or at least half of them were. The other half were cleaning up and getting ready to set off- having done their duty in mischief and pirating against the solo navy ship.

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Pots nodded. “Anyone that specializes in only one part of the body and doesn’t listen to the others is a fool. Land dentists are to be trusted, sea dentists are not-” he said as though that were a wise and commonly held belief. “Any pirate worth their salt believes cats are more than they appear to be. And whatever that is- they are certainly extraordinary creatures who deserve respect-” he answered. Though it wasn’t really an answer to the question, it was obvious that a cat’s blessing or curse made a great deal of difference to things.

“Well, people don’t like being called out as foolish, especially navy and navy adjacent ships-” Pots noted. “Cats are a good measure of a ship’s power- celestially speaking. If a cat won’t stay, I’d abandon. Don’t even care what kind of oaths I taken otherwise-” he said, shaking his head.

There was something to be said for being superstitious, one could suppose.

“Don’t worry about the Below though. It doesn’t bother you if you don’t bother it. There’s no amount of gold worth those caverns to me, thank you. And I’m the curious one-” Pots said.

Pots gave Mani a little smile. “Well, hey, that’s a good and piratey attitude. And after the way they treated you, nobody would blame you for getting your revenge. We come upon them again, you’re welcome to be on the boarding party, huh. We’ll make sure you’re handy with a weapon of your choosing first. Besides your good looks-” he said in even tones, obviously in approval of Mani’s desire for vengeance/revenge of what was owed to him.

“It doesn’t make any sense-” Scout concurred with a nod. “But the Parson understands it better. Good to ask him about the nobody story. I think it’s a trick but a lot of things are happening at the time so it’s hard to pay attention so much. The Greeks were good at tricks though. They’ve a wily bunch of gods if you ask me. No good there-” he said, wrinkling his nose. Not in disgust necessarily but in the way it was where too much information was distributed at once.

Scout grinned, a little purr in his voice. “Aww, it is fun. I like fun-” he mused. “What’s the point of being a pirate if you’re not having fun, eh?” He smirked at Mani. “No. I’m going to tease you until you’re right and properly besotted, just like I want-” he said, grinning at the other. Obviously not meaning harm but certainly *implying* things of a desirous nature.

Pots nodded. “Okay. But let me know if you ever find you have trouble swallowing. Then we’ll know. You might find even a regular fruit diet like what we use here will help to uncover things that already should’ve been dealt with. It’ll be fascinating to see.”

Pots shook his head. “You don’t have to. The deck is as splinter free as any deck is and nobody’s gonna be flinging anybody overboard anytime soon, time out of your shoes will help with the healing. Ship doctor’s order-” Pots said, a nearly cheerful warning. “You could probably walk around naked if you wanted but I know modesty is a thing for some people. I try to be sympathetic.”

“Nothing to be modest about on Mani-” Scout said. “But modesty only makes for all the more attractive.”

As the examination of Mani’s member and area wound down, Pots thought some massage might be good. Bruises would heal but some massage could help speed it up. Or perhaps they’d be too tender. In either case, he gently ran his hand along Mani’s member. Both as a professional and as a man.

“Why not let yourself melt a little then?” Pots asked, working now to stroke evenly. Seeing how it affected Mani. Seeing how hard the man became. Scout’s thick, warm fingers slid right up and gently began to pinch the nipples. 

“Let Doctor Pots bring your pleasure Mani. It’s quite nice-” he said gently. 

Scout smiled. “Nobody will think you weak after seeing the healing lines on you with Pots medicines but a shirt will be nice. To take off later too-” Scout said thoughtfully. “Shirts are easy! Sometimes we steal them from barmen who don’t keep an eye on their washing lines!”

Pots made sure Mani was asleep. “Will you hold him? I’ll make sure the captain knows what’s going on-” Pots said in a low voice.

“Poor Mani’s been through a lot.”

“Mhmm- like you- but not as much.”

“Do we know his gods?”

“We’ll see-” Pots said with a breath out. “No matter what happens, he certainly needs as much healing as we can give. Don’t pressure him with too much affection-”

“I won’t-” Scout said, making a face.

“Alright, you gentle giant. See you at dinner-” Pots said, running a hand along Scout’s face lovingly as Mani slept, wrapped in Scout’s arms.

--------- Dinner and Watch ------

Captain Lilt tended to know himself as a sort of abrasive figure. He’d always been described as a young lad as ‘on the wind’ and growing into piratehood hadn’t abated that at all.

“Hey, he calls me capt’n already! That’s a good lad!” Lilt said cheerily. “See, he knows whos in charge-”

Lilt caught the piece of fruit that was thrown at his head with ease and munched on it. “That’s how I get extra dessert, hmm lad?” he said with a grin. “You know, we’ve got a lot of the world to catch you up on, so you can’t be shy. Life doesn’t wait for any man-” he chirped.

Lilt grinned. “Ooh- sir. I like that.”

Cofina grunted. “Don’t call him sir. It just encourages him. Save it for the bed chamber, your highness-” Cofina said, arching his brow at the captain. They exchanged a look.

“See how they treat me?” Lilt fake pouted. “No, lad. You just keep calling me sir. I’ll like that just fine-” he said with a wink. “Now lads, I’ll be doing the evening draw in half a bell, aye?”

“Aye-” came the chorus as people chewed. 

“Parson, how are we doing on the inventory from the navy crawler?”

The parson’s wife interjected before the parson could speak. She had a voice made for singing or possibly to ride the waves. “Well captain. We’ve got some cloth, some rations, a few maps, and a few sundry items of interest. Shall we report?”

“Oh yes. Tell us what we snuck off, eh-” Lilt said with a grin and he nudged Mani shoulder to shoulder gently. “This is my favorite part of being a pirate. What we scavenged off-” he said with a grin.

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@innuendoxrps​

Mr. Graves didn’t usually go places. Work, home, errands. But he had a little life expanded by the massive library he kept. He knew places as much by his own experience as by the words of others and generally he got a sense of things and that satisfied any desire to roam. And of course, he had his subs to keep him busy.

That beautiful, rotating collage of men begging to be called good boys. Begging to be plowed. Some for the first time. Some for the hundredth. Sometimes their pleading eyes were the gospel of angels and sometimes they were an annoyance because what they wanted wasn’t to be fucked but they didn’t know how to describe what they truly wanted.

In any case, once a year, for a week- he was not at home. He rented a nice hotel room and visited with other doms at Dom Conclave. It happened every year in a different city and Mr. Graves took the week to be a tourist, to learn thoughtfully, and give some instruction on techniques he’d found useful throughout the years.

Some doms just came to the conclave for the wild fuck parties. Which was fine, Mr. Graves appreciated hedonism. But he appreciated control far more.

While the hotel was the unknown host to the multi-level sex party, Mr. Graves was at a club. Observing. Having a drink. Watching men dance with each other and sniff each other out. Watching eyes on him and glaring back without reserve in a stalwart- do you dare?- sort of way.

Nobody had yet dared.

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Mr. Graves couldn’t help but smirk, not just hearing but virtually feeling the moan in his fingertips as Francis gave himself over to the power of the two cocks in the room. Letting his holes he conquered. Used.

Mr. Graves made a pleased noise. “Oh, I can tell. I can always tell when a sub likes their work. And I do enjoy those who enjoy what they do-” he winked, noting how Francis and Matthew communicated. It brought him comfort.

He licked his lips- just a little less gently now- as he crooned a little and his hand began to move a little more insistently against Matthew’s chest- as if willing the shirt off.

“Hello Matthew. I’m Mr. Graves and I’m here to absolutely fuck your boss into oblivion this evening-” he said, eyes twinkling. “Do you kiss at all handsome?”

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Birthday Gifts

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“You know, you can’t trust those people down in payroll to keep secrets, right?” Thornton asked as he looked his secretary over before plopping down two boxes on his desk. One pink and one white. 

“You came into work on your birthday and worked all day for me. You’ve lasted longer than any secretary I’ve ever had. I would’ve given you the day off, James-” he said. Most of his secretaries he hadn’t even learned the names of. “Why don’t you come inside and bring your gifts. You at least deserve a drink for letting me kick you around for six months, huh?”

Thornton nodded back to his office. The empty floor was quiet and they’d be all alone for awhile.

The pink box was a selection of fancy desserts from an exclusive bakery that Thornton sometimes ordered from. The white box had a selection of smaller gifts- ranging from pricey gift certificates to handsome well tailored shirts and even a couple of rare books Thornton though James might like.

After all, James had worked very hard and certainly deserved the gifts. And though Thornton paid him well, higher than most secretaries in the city made, he knew how demanding his work was and how hard James worked. Even if he rarely said so.

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“Am I bigger tease than you?” Thornton smirked. “I’ve heard I’m big in some very important ways-” he said, letting James suss out the implications for himself. “Do you like me in those kinds of towels? I have similar towels here. Just as nice. Just as - useful-” he pointed out. Perhaps he’d been doing things for James’ benefit all along and this evening was a culmination of some of those ideas.

Perhaps.

“I can make that happen, sure-” he said, taking the dinner order and popping it in the nicely stocked fridge. Come on-” he purred, nodding to down a large hallways, pausing only to flip a switch on the side of the wall that didn’t seem to turn on a light but did start up the hot tub beneath the half staircase.

At the end of the hallway was the soft, blush bedroom of Thornton Crossburn the Third. He flipped on some lights that gave a soft glow to the blue tones of the room- from the fuzzy carpet to the wardrobe. You could see the city beyond the windows but there were definitely curtains so it would look private. 

A massive walk in closet- a box and a display of cufflinks atop the dresser on the side of the wall. The bed was a large California king size if not that and a third larger.

He approached close to James- now his large, thick body almost ghosting James’ own, along with the lips. “Want some help getting into the speedo?” he asked. The subtext being that it would end up with them both naked and James on his lap.

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“Nah, the sprouts were pretty good. They shared video games. They at their pizza. We read for a bit. I’d say all in all it was a mighty productive evening,” Jimmy Dean said with a smile at the single father. Even if he didn’t add a ‘reckon’ to the end, the sentiment was always there. He called all the kids under his care sprouts too, and nobody seemed to mind.

“How’d the date go? I hope it wasn’t a dud. You deserve somebody amazing who gets you-” Jimmy said with a nod as he popped the top off the beer bottle and passed it over. He’d always harbored a little crush on the dad but Jimmy wasn’t one to be pushy.

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“You won’t-” Jimmy said reassuringly. “I like you too much to let you. Or conversely, we can both make fools of ourselves at the same time. Sound like a deal?” he asked softly. “Don’t worry, I’m a little nervous too. Always get a little nervous around you and I wanna be good for you.”

Jimmy gave a little nod. “Thanks. I do try to look alright. I bet you’re so handsome beneath it all. I mean, you’re already handsome but I’m not gonna lie- I’m kinda schoolboy excited to get to know like this-” he said.

Jimmy’s gaze followed Caz’ hands. He showed off a little for the other, letting the other touch and feel. Small goosebumps just trailed where Caz touched and Jimmy licked his lips just slightly.

“Everything is just wonderful-” Jimmy purred, letting out a little coo as his collar bone was kissed and gently carding his fingers up through Caz’ hair. “I’ve got you baby. And all of you is special to me.”

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@innuendoxrps​

Mr. Graves didn’t usually go places. Work, home, errands. But he had a little life expanded by the massive library he kept. He knew places as much by his own experience as by the words of others and generally he got a sense of things and that satisfied any desire to roam. And of course, he had his subs to keep him busy.

That beautiful, rotating collage of men begging to be called good boys. Begging to be plowed. Some for the first time. Some for the hundredth. Sometimes their pleading eyes were the gospel of angels and sometimes they were an annoyance because what they wanted wasn’t to be fucked but they didn’t know how to describe what they truly wanted.

In any case, once a year, for a week- he was not at home. He rented a nice hotel room and visited with other doms at Dom Conclave. It happened every year in a different city and Mr. Graves took the week to be a tourist, to learn thoughtfully, and give some instruction on techniques he’d found useful throughout the years.

Some doms just came to the conclave for the wild fuck parties. Which was fine, Mr. Graves appreciated hedonism. But he appreciated control far more.

While the hotel was the unknown host to the multi-level sex party, Mr. Graves was at a club. Observing. Having a drink. Watching men dance with each other and sniff each other out. Watching eyes on him and glaring back without reserve in a stalwart- do you dare?- sort of way.

Nobody had yet dared.

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“That’s right, boy! Yes sir is right!” Mr. Graves barked out as he slapped cheeks, sliding half out to accomplish the task and then pushing in hard and fast again. Barely a break in the action really. The best was just going riotous beneath them.

Mr. Graves couldn’t help but smirk at the man who entered. Who didn’t seem all that surprised to see Francis getting absolutely rock ruined right then and there. 

“Francis is a little busy at the moment-” Mr. Graves chuckled through raspy breathes. “Isn’t he pretty?”

Mr. Graves groaned happily. “That’s nice. Ooh- he knows how to take your dick huh?” Mr. Graves purred. He reached his hand out to just gently move Francis’ forward to take as much of Mike as he could.

“You’re cute too-” Mr. Graves said, looking Matthew over as fucked Francis so hard- Mr. Graves hand sliding up against the fabric of Matthew’s shirt from the back of Francis’ head. Feeling the bulk of flesh beneath it.

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Pirate Clan (Open)

“Ahoy there sailor and might I say it is a fine day to be one and do as such-” Captain Lilt purred as he saluted from where he hung off the rope, barely off the side of his ship. “Might I suggest that you step off the sinking ship your crewmates are going down with and come join my crew instead? We always have a cabin boy position open for the flexible-” he said with a naughty grin.

“I promise we’re nice, lad. Well-” he said with a wink and there was a chuckle from the crew- who were watching the proceedings with mild anticipation. Or at least half of them were. The other half were cleaning up and getting ready to set off- having done their duty in mischief and pirating against the solo navy ship.

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“It’s a sacrifice I’m more than willing to make. Costs me very little and the treasure is big-” Scout said happily with a wide grin and eyes focused on Mani with a deep light inside of them- nearly a reflection of the sun itself and its warmth.

----- The Physical -----

Pots smiled. “They’d take away my pirate medical license if I wasn’t gentle. You want rough, you get a pirate dentist. They have absolutely no cot side manner-” he mused. “Plus, you’ve been banged up pretty bad. But you don’t need *me* to tell you that.”

“Yep,” Pots said. “That’s Aurora. She’s our ship cat, spokesperson to the water gods, possibly a shapeshifter. In any case, if you ever are on a pirate ship without its own cat- run as far and as fast as possible. I’ve seen ships without birds but no pirate ship can succeed without its cat spirit. Our came with Marie.”

Pots nodded. “If Aurora likes you, you can get pets in. Currently, Cofina is the only one that Aurora sleeps on the head of but I think it’s as much about teasing him as comfort. His head of hair is very thick, so I imagine it’s quite comfy and very amusing to watch.”

“That is definitely not something I’d want to deal with. That’s a one way ticket to the Below. And I’d rather go back to land before I’d do that-” Pots said, wrinkling his nose. “The navy. Always screwing up the balance of the world and always in new and shocking ways. One day they’ll find out. Maybe by pirate hand if they keep going. Piss off enough of us and the sea’ll have us as a pirate accord all our own.”

Scout grinned wide. “Thank you, Mani!” he said cheerfully. “Intimidating is what I go for. I practiced my growl and throwing technique a lot. The barmen didn’t like it so much but they knew what they were getting into when they let me in!” he chirped and chuckled in a way that almost was an infectious giggle. “Usually you can’t and I can’t imagine why anyone would. Which story-”

“Odyssey-” Pots answered.

“Right. The one with the Nobody-” Scout nodded. “I like that story, ‘cept for the ending. Ending is sad. Poor Greeks. Nobody has a good time in the end there.”

“I’m sure we will-” Pots said and when the hair came down, Scout noted the necklace. Even with his thick fingers, he put it gently around Mani’s neck and smiled, satisfied with his own work. He gently combed through with fingers. “Once you heal up, I’ll try the hot oil on your hair and see how you like it. It’s really warm more than hot but that’s what we call it-” Scout said, his voice a soft purr. Almost designed to put the other to sleep against him.

“I’ll wake you for supper-” Scout said. “You can rest Mani. It’s alright.”

Pots nodded. “No, I don’t think so. Did you ever find that besides for the obvious- you had trouble swallowing or it felt like something was trapped. Like a ladder inside your throat a little- if that makes sense. Basically, we have this area here for the humors and then there’s a small part of the throat from when we’re little that we swallow when our neck grows into its adult form. Hard to explain. Very technical. But you sound alright. If you sneeze alot- you may still have it-” he said curiously. “But time will tell. Other things to heal first, hmm?-” he said honestly.

“No-” Pots said, “I’m just going to slip the garments down for a bit. Or we can take this time to get you new clothes. I don’t want you to think this is pressure to have you undressed. It’s- well- it’s just making sure everything is alright-” he said gently. And he was very professional about it. He talked through a little bit of the anatomy shorthand. Looked for bubbles or nicks or anything that shouldn’t be there. Any sign of lice or ringworms. And yes, he did stroke the length a little but it seemed more to see if the penis reacted rather than for any sort of forced pleasure. He’d only continue if that brought Mani happiness.

“Okay. You’re all checked out well. If something comes up in the next couple of moon cycles that’s leftover- you come and see me and we’ll take care of it. We can get you those new clothes if you like. At least some tunic bottoms hmm- perhaps you’d enjoy the cool of the evening on deck without a top for now-” Pots suggested. But of course that was his desire for himself.

“Don’t worry, Scout doesn’t miss supper. We’ll get you up for the table. And we’ve got at least a full bell if not two. You’ve been through a lot. Trust me. Rest will help your healing up. And you’ve got your friends here too-” Pots said with a soft smile that crinkled at the edge of his eyes. He kissed Mani’s other cheek. “Pirate’s honor you’ll be safe here always.”

----- Dinner and Watch --------

“Oi family!” Captain Lilt plopped down into the final seat at the long picnic like tables in the galley. “Look at you. New man already!” he said cheerfully and looked at Mani. He reached over and gently gave a playful clap on Mani’s shoulder. 

“The good doctor give you a clean bill of health? Thank you-” he said as a plate of food was put down in front of him. He’d been the last to come in because everything was secured and as soon as he’d sat, Marie had finished and gone for watch. 

The system would always have one person up and watching things on the deck and steering while the others shared the meal. 

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“You’re a good boy, for taking your tattoo work so well. Coloring can be a real hassle. You deserve a little treat after all this,” Angel said with a smile as he finished the final line. When it was done, he turned off the machine and reached up to give Eddie’s temple a long, soft kiss. 

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Angel had lived long enough and seen enough of the universe while in peyote infused states to know that he was small and would likely never learn very much. He knew the of idea of black and white morality was a flawed construct and yes Venom did have violent tendencies but anyone would when pressed. The fact that Venom worked so hard told him there was so much more to Venom and Eddie and he’d never yet been afraid of the pair.

If anything, the possibilities and the nuance of it all turned him on. 

Angel carded his fingers through Eddie’s sweaty hair. “Nah. You don’t have to worry about that with me, my love. Everybody gets to have a few and as an artist, that’s part of what makes me money anyways. Besides, you can’t float too far away anymore now. You’ve got a nice solid Angel shaped anchor for when you feel like you’re losing yourself-” he mused, thinking the idea quite good.

“Oh, that’s very different. I’ll even punish you when you’re not bad if you like but for the most part- we’ll take care of each other. The world’s not so black and white. I think you just have intuition, intelligence, passion. It’s a good match and I’m lucky to have you both.”

Angel nodded. “Yeah. You like me like this, I’ll totally sleep on top of you or you on top of me or however you like. Let’s snuggle in and I have technology-” Angel said as he fumbled for a little remote. “To do this-” he turned down the lights and left the holiday music playing softly. Encouraging a nice long winter’s nap. 

“If you end up hard, don’t feel bad about breeding me while I sleep-” he said, a kiss to Eddie’s cheek. “Love you, happy christmas Eddie. Happy christmas V.”

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@majorarcanaboysrp plotted a starter from Finn:

Finn sighed deeply as he looked around the bar where he had been employed for the last couple of months. It’s not like he really liked it there but it got him some money and it wasn’t easy after such a long time to get employed again. Luckily for him the owner had wanted to give a veteran a chance.

The ex soldier jerked his head around when he heard someone shout. “Ah shit...” He cursed, there were always scumbags who tried to take advantage. “Hey!” Finn shouted over the music as he noticed how Neil tried to push the other man off. “If he says no, it’s no, yeah!” He took the man by his shirt and pulled him off.

“Are you ok?” He quickly asked Neil and looked him over, making sure his friend was alright. They had struck up a quick friendship and Finn liked the easygoing dancer. “I’m just going to escort the gentleman out.” He gave the other a shove to get him to the exit. “Don’t come back.” Finn grumbled as he gave him a final shove off out the door.

He leaned against it, making sure the man would actually leave. It was near the end of the night and he could go home soon. He looked over his shoulder as he heard someone coming closer. “He’s gone. Are you really ok?”

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It was actually the best part of town for supernatural beings, which was one of the reasons Neil had chosen this particular male strip club. It was a sort of neutral ground between three neighborhoods and made life way less of a hassle for him. And though while not visually appealing and it certainly as hell made him yearn for mountains, he was safe. And that was enough.

“Promise, it’s not too far. It’s out of the way. A good place to go so you won’t be hassled by anyone but uhh you can’t get in without me. So there’s that-” he said honestly. If Finn asked why, he’d be honest. He was getting to an age where people either believed it or thought it was part of an act. Either way, he was a wolf and inspite of his lack of pack- he was proud enough of it.

“Hey, I’m sweet like sugar. And not just because of the dance moves. I do charity work, you know. Life is hard enough and I’m lucky- in some ways-” he said, trying to be a little fun and playful. “Please, no offense taken. I’ve never felt like a Neil. No name really fit me before Candy and even then- it does make people do a double take. I don’t know. I could even answer to hey you-” he said with a thoughtful shrug.

Still steaming, though now a little less at the cool of the night. 

“Decent place for a good meal and a drink. They get their clientele. Here- this booth is pretty nice-” he said, picking one out not near the door but one where he could keep a sightline to the half ogre that worked the bar at that time of night. He put his fingers up in a signal to the bartender for two longneck beers and his usual breakfast. The bartender nodded.

“Todd’ll take care of us. He’s a good guy-” Candy nodded and then felt a little shy. “It’s gonna sound weird to say that but I’ve been wanting to invite you out for a long time. So maybe I should’ve bought a shot for the guy who decked me in thanks. I mean, not that I’ll ever see him again since he was probably 86′ed.”

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Birthday Gifts

@justasimplesecretary​

“You know, you can’t trust those people down in payroll to keep secrets, right?” Thornton asked as he looked his secretary over before plopping down two boxes on his desk. One pink and one white. 

“You came into work on your birthday and worked all day for me. You’ve lasted longer than any secretary I’ve ever had. I would’ve given you the day off, James-” he said. Most of his secretaries he hadn’t even learned the names of. “Why don’t you come inside and bring your gifts. You at least deserve a drink for letting me kick you around for six months, huh?”

Thornton nodded back to his office. The empty floor was quiet and they’d be all alone for awhile.

The pink box was a selection of fancy desserts from an exclusive bakery that Thornton sometimes ordered from. The white box had a selection of smaller gifts- ranging from pricey gift certificates to handsome well tailored shirts and even a couple of rare books Thornton though James might like.

After all, James had worked very hard and certainly deserved the gifts. And though Thornton paid him well, higher than most secretaries in the city made, he knew how demanding his work was and how hard James worked. Even if he rarely said so.

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Thornton gave a chuckle. “Somebody’s very good at this, hmm? I wonder how often you’ve thought about it or tried to imagine how big it is. You’re always so coy when you have to come to fetch me in the locker room-” he said, almost as if goading James into thinking he was busted. Or perhaps it was Thornton who was busted. Lingering in the shower. A towel wrapped around just right or just so. He was undeniably big, thick. But he never crossed that line. Not without permission.

Thornton gave a little bow. “I do aim to please. It’s what sets me apart. Service with a smile-” he said with a wicked grin.

“Well I’m very proud of my bedroom. I decorated it myself. It’s comfy. My cufflink collection and frankly best art is there. And the bed is very comfortable. Not to say the guest beds aren’t but I don’t sleep in any of those. And the view there is the nicest. To both the city and other things-” he said. “Unless you’re asking to be lead there. I would happily do so. You deserve nice things, after all, James. And not just on your birthday-” he pointed out.

“All types of smoothies are available here. Strawberry, banana is good. Of course, being that you may have work off tomorrow since the boss may or may not be coming in- you may want a slightly heartier breakfast to go with the smoothie-” he offered, tantalizingly.

He poured himself water from the bottle into a glass, not even bothering to wipe off the rim and take just a touch of James’ lips into his glass.

“Maybe you should open it and find out-” Thornton pointed out. The food would be super hot still, so there was time. Or if they were hungry for something else, food could be reheated. The french cut (which meant European style) dark blue swimming briefs were the right size for James and would leave little to the imagination and even less if he didn’t keep himself trimmed in the pubic area. It was more modest than a string bikini bottom but definitely more like a budgie smuggler than anything else. 

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“Would you like another piece of cake?” Pancha smiled. “There’s plenty to go around. I can even give you a piece with one of my buttercream roses if you’d like.”

It had been a beautiful reception but it was clearly starting to wind down. The bride and groom had disappeared off to their honeymoon and it was the wait staff, catering, and the family and friends milling about with their coffees now. Pancha was thinking he’d break down in ten minutes but there were still plenty of people coming up for cake. 

And who could blame them? It was pretty good. But of course he was the pastry chef so he did think pretty highly of his own work.

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There was no reason for Pancha to be shy and demure. His bedmate was a stud, a kind one at that, and he didn’t mind Pancha being an active participant in the sex. So there was no reason he could think of not to give it his all.

Pancha panted, nearly shivering at the touch. He looked over his shoulder now with a soft grin in Charles’ direction. Fetching, in a Botichellian sort of way really. There was something even in his panting hardness about Pancha that was soft and warm and welcoming. Like a beignet. 

“You’re great too-” he said. “Mmm- I love you hands on me-” he said and it sounded a little like begging. Or maybe praying.

Pancha nodded. “Then let go. Still lots of snuggling. Don’t hold back with me, give in to pleasure. It brings me pleasure-” he said, rocking his hips down- almost as if to send Charles over the edge himself. Eyes twinkling and half cocked himself.

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Gonna be busy this weekend.

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Birthday Gifts

@justasimplesecretary​

“You know, you can’t trust those people down in payroll to keep secrets, right?” Thornton asked as he looked his secretary over before plopping down two boxes on his desk. One pink and one white. 

“You came into work on your birthday and worked all day for me. You’ve lasted longer than any secretary I’ve ever had. I would’ve given you the day off, James-” he said. Most of his secretaries he hadn’t even learned the names of. “Why don’t you come inside and bring your gifts. You at least deserve a drink for letting me kick you around for six months, huh?”

Thornton nodded back to his office. The empty floor was quiet and they’d be all alone for awhile.

The pink box was a selection of fancy desserts from an exclusive bakery that Thornton sometimes ordered from. The white box had a selection of smaller gifts- ranging from pricey gift certificates to handsome well tailored shirts and even a couple of rare books Thornton though James might like.

After all, James had worked very hard and certainly deserved the gifts. And though Thornton paid him well, higher than most secretaries in the city made, he knew how demanding his work was and how hard James worked. Even if he rarely said so.

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Thornton leaned forward cheekily so only James could hear. “All you have to do is ask and you can find out-” Thornton offered. In his defense, commando was as much about his size and girth as it was a statement about being sexy. And especially after an executive locker room showers, sometimes commando was nice. 

He did have jocks and underwear. He didn’t mind wearing them. But still, as far as decorum went, he was still the most saintly person in his peer group that he knew.

The swoop down almost seemed like it was destined for a kiss that Thornton just broke away from at the last moments. Tease that he was deciding to be.

“No-” Thornton thought for a moment. “It’s definitely my home. Though if you like any of the paintings, I can probably find a reproduction for your birthday for next year. And there are a couple of good naughty ones in the bedroom actually-” he said thoughtfully. 

He supposed it was opulent in his own way. He’d made a choice to go modern but to add touches of comfort so it didn’t seem soulless. Really, it was about the view. The bedroom. Even the play room in a way. 

What could Thornton say? He liked beautiful things.

“How about some actual water so I’m not just plying you with alcohol-” Thornton mused as he unscrewed a cap on a chilled reusable glass bottle of water. “I can do smoothies but I prefer those in the morning-” he said.

“I fill it-” Thornton said simply. “Nothing is without its use. It’s nice. I like it-” he said. “I do have a couple of guest rooms too so I suppose sometimes I have guests. But even then sometimes they prefer the master bedroom itself-” he mused.