#oooh noooo

[caly-esmeray]

Chat, just so you guys know. I am all bark, and no bite 😔

I can tease someone on text for HOURS and have it still be somewhat enjoyable for them.

But if im on call/irl 😭

I get too flustered. I can't tease others outloud, it embarrasses me. And the moment someone even says the slightest comment about me, I'm blushing and going silent, let alone a few squeaks, or giggles.

[stup1d-lee]

“Oh just you wait till next time I see you puppy~”

HELLO?!?!

[average-art-consumer]

I could imagine G1 and ink :OO (only if you still want to do the challenge!)

Ink should start running….i mean, I would. :3

[glittering-jellyfish]

I am having the BEST day of 2021 so far. Some lady just went on a RANT to my mom on Facebook. Going on and on about how my mom needs to save me from myself because I use tarot cards. Apparently I need to be read the Bible because I'm letting evil spirits into my body that might never leave! The devils influence has begun! I need to be SAVED!! Like honey you so dumb. First of all its taort, not a ouija board (which i would never touch). Second, I'm GAY the "devil" has been here since 8th grade babe.

Like look how pretty my cards are

Only good vibes here

[twilightzoneresident]

Blondie

Blondie

[behind-the-hood]

*conspiratorily slides you a crisp imaginary 20 dollar bill* you’re amazing and you know what else would be? An extension of that one shot where Ancel dresses Laurent up like a pet

Part two of that other ask I need to also add a link to.

Damen nearly chokes on his drink when he lays eyes on the pet. A pretty little blond, one of the few in Vere, scantily clad and painted all over. Crystal blue and liquid gold.

He's heard of the pet system, of a contract between a pet and their patron. Sort of like a short term slave, though more brazen and with more liberties.

This pet joined the party with a haughty redhead at his side; by the way he's dressed he's also a pet. They split though, and seek out either their patrons or potenials.

Damen watches the blond, hoping he's searching and isn't already bought.

The blond drifts from person to person, never settling anywhere for too long. Damen is feeling hopeful, and thinks about approaching, then wonders if that's following etiquette. He's already seen as a barbarian, best to follow as many Veretian customs as he can.

The blond looks over his shoulder, tucking a shining strand of hair behind his ear, and his eyes land on Damen.

They're sharp, the eyes of a predator, and Damen's never been more thankful to be prey. The blond turns, keeping his eyes on Damen, and makes his way over on delicate bare feet.

He glides over the grass with grace. Damen feels lost in the ocean of his eyes, and before he knows it, the pet has arrived, and settled nicely in his lap. Damen doesn't know if he's allowed to touch or not, but he knows he wants to.

"I'm Charls, if you like," the pet says, lacing his fingers into Damen's curls.

Damen can feel his cock stirring, and worries about how public the space is. "Prince Damianos."

Charls raises a beautifully arched brow. "A prince?" The pet's lips press together and he begins to rise.

Damen grabs his hips before he can leave, not demanding but halting.

The pet seems nonplussed, but he resettles. "I'm afraid I won't be much to your tastes."

Damen caresses his cheek, careful of the immaculate paint. "You may be surprised to find you are exactly to my tastes."

Charls smiles and settles himself more fully in Damen's lap, against his cock. Damen anticipates a very pleasant evening ahead.

-

Damianos had offered a lot of gem encrusted jewelry in return for a night with Charls. Laurent shakes his head. He'll add the jewelry to Ancel's pay.

Damianos had been a good lay, but not what Laurent had come here for.

He slips from the sheets, warm and still moist with sweat. Damianos doesn't stir, but Laurent doesn't expect him to.

Laurent looks through the papers in a chest Damianos had brought with him, and when that proves fruitless, he goes for the desk.

Laurent cannot find the note, but he needs the proof. He needs to find out who Damianos sent to kill Auguste.

A warm body presses to his back, large hands encage him at the desk. It seems Damianos has woken up, and he's more light footed than his big body would have you believe.

"What are you doing?" His voice sounds dangerous.

Laurent didn't expect Damianos to wake back up, he'd slipped a sleep aid into his drink to assure he wouldn't until Laurent could slip away.

He hadn't accounted for his massive size well enough.

Laurent presses back, onto Damianos' cock. It earns him a grunt, a hand gripping his hip. "I was hoping for a third round, on the desk this time."

"Is that so?" Damianos asks, then beats his hips violently into Laurent's, knocking him into the desk.

A hand to his back holds Laurent down, and Damianos twists one of his arms to a painful angle.

"Ngh!" Laurent's arm burns, his shoulder threatening to part from its socket. He smirks. "Kinky."

Damianos bares his weight down on Laurent. "Why are you here? Who sent you?"

Laurent glares and doesn't speak. What use would that be?

"One call of my guards and your head will be on a pike, pet. Now answer me."

[a-cold-rose]

I’M HERE BUT AM I LATE?? @wolfxinside

[theredtapirarchive]

MrWoofless is getting Nvidia'd. It's spreading