This isn’t even what I wanted to write for Rolan but the nonnie yesterday who sent in that heart breaking ask about if you died fed my plot bunnies so this took over my brain until it was done lol.

For my own mental health while writing this, Cal and Lia have been rescued at this point. I don’t think even Karlach could stop a Rolan who thinks he really has lost everyone. -🪻

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You’d died before. Most adventures had. The first time, most people tend to understandably panic. It’s not a small thing to wrap your head around, that you’d been here and then not for a moment before you were brought back. One scroll (or one spell from your cleric if you have the diamonds to spend.) and you’re back good as new if not a little worse for wear. Eventually, after it happens enough, you start to get used to it. The window of time for a revivification is so small that death never really has the time to settle in your bones, you don’t feel its cold grip seeping into your soul. You start to get reckless, after all, you’ve always been able to come right back should you fall.

But not this time.

Rolan is at the Last Light, sitting at one of the tables near the entrance with a drink in hand watching Cal and Lia argue animatedly over some ridiculous thing or another. He’d thought about stopping them for the sake of preventing a headache later from their shouting but quickly put that thought out of mind when he realized their nonsense was more a show for the children than anything else. So he bit his tongue and stifled a smile, lest the children realize he can be anything more than a grump.

His seat also gives him the best view of the waystone by the bridge. You didn’t always have time to stop by the Inn and chat with him on your way to your nearby camp but if he could at least see you return safely then his heart could rest easy until you spoke next. It was late in the day already, so you and your group should be returning any moment

As if the gods heard him, at that moment the waypoint flared to life and brought your party back. Two, Gale and Karlach split off immediately towards the inn, while Astarion ran at full speed to your camp carrying something in his arms. He looked around for you and felt the dread sink into his chest when you were nowhere to be found and realization began to dawn. That hadn’t been something Astarion was carrying, it was someone.

Gale and Karlach reach him just as he reaches that horrifying conclusion and begins to rise. Each of them putting a hand somewhere on his person, whether to ground him or restrain him he wasn’t sure. The inn begins to quiet at that, everyone around them taking in their drawn and somber expressions as they look at him. Karlach speaks first, softly as though she’s trying to keep him from falling apart. Though by the look on her face she might also be trying to prevent herself from going to pieces. “It’s going to be okay, there’s someone at our camp who can help. But right now the best thing you can do is to stay here, okay?”

Almost immediately, that cold dread that’s filling him is replaced with a white hot rage. How dare they try to hold him back when they’re partially to blame for what happened. When they’re the ones who didn’t do enough to prevent this from happening. Dimly, he recognizes that not a small amount of this anger is misplaced, after all, these same people he was furious with now had at least been there. They’d tried to stop what happened from happening. They’d had to watch as you fell. All the while, he’d been here, warm and comfortable, drinking and laughing like a fool.

And just like that the warmth of his anger leaves him again and he’s once again overtaken by cold fear. He doesn’t even realize he’s sat down again, or that nearly everyone in the inn is looking at their group with a touch of that same fear. You were supposed to be invincible, this great irritating hero that somehow manages to put off the epic deeds you set yourself to. You weren’t supposed to fall.

Karlach is still sitting with him, Gale has gone over to Jaheira to fill her on what happened. He sees her face harden and then she gives a short nod. She commands the Harpers to gather and she gives orders to increase patrols on certain areas. He must have made a face because Karlach’s soft voice breaks through the fog he’s in again to explain, “We ran into needle-blights, three separate groups. Nasty fuckers if you haven’t had the pleasure. A pain to kill, since they’re tough as nails and the damn things explode when they do finally die. We were all a bit too close when the last few went down after Gale’s fireball but…”. He doesn’t need her to finish, he can almost picture what happened. You were no doubt right in the middle of everything and got caught up in the chain reaction. You probably told them to do it too, you and your stupid self sacrificing ways. By the time anyone was able to get near, it would have been far too late.

Karlach and Gale both look abruptly in the same direction, before they walk off, Karlach pulling him with her as she strode away. “Wha-“ he starts to stammer. “It’s all okay now, Withers worked his magic.” Karlach says, a bit less tense and with far less heaviness in her eyes. Before he can ask another question, namely “Who is Withers??”, they’ve activated the waypoint and he’s in your camp with them.

Shadowheart and Halsin are beside you just outside your tent and are working to try and ease the ache of a proper resurrection as best they can. You look up and see him there and try and give a smile but what you manage to give him is small and shaky and makes you look damn near to tears. Your hands are shaking in your lap where they rest and he runs over and drops to sit as out of the way as he can while still being beside you. His hands reach out and stop as if he’s not sure if you’re stable enough for contact yet. The two healers finish what they can and leave, giving you both some kind of privacy. Really the whole camp can’t bear to take their eyes off you for a moment, in case you fall again, in case the magic doesn’t hold and you slip away.

You look at Rolan and your lip trembles and that’s all it takes for him to wrap you in his arms as tight as he can and you sob. You cry like a child experiencing true fear for the first time and he holds you. He rocks you back and forth and holds you together as you fall apart. And if he’s crying too who has the nerve to say anything. He presses his lips to your temple and holds you tighter. He shifts you both inside your tent as your sobbing slows and sits so he’s leaning against something, and just holds you as you calm. When you fall asleep in his arms, he repositions you both, pausing before he lays down to remove his boots and outer robes with all its irritating bits. He lays down beside you in just his breeches and shirt and pulls you back into him to sleep. He doesn’t know what dreams or nightmares one has after dying, but he can’t imagine they’ll be pleasant.

Because whatever else comes, at least for right now, he will be there at your side to face it.

Flower anon, have I told you recently how much I love you?

This makes me feel SO MANY FEELINGS-

It doesn't help that you somehow managed to pick the exact team my original Tav ran with for almost the entire game/final battle. I just want to kiss Rolan until he feels better and keep him in my pocket so he never feels bad again. This was glorious as always and I love getting your fics in my inbox ♥️

speaking about rizz, don't you think vizier vassal has like, the most chaotic vibes? there's no obvious rizz nor unspoken rizz, just straight up ms. homewrecker vibes. like, I can forgive (not) kalim liking them because he's just THAT inexperienced and desperate for someone to trust in his life, and he just see any kind of harmless gesture as kindness, but jamil? either he has always liked or being interested in vassal or his taste is just that bad. straight up horrendous. he's going to jail for terrible taste nu uh not under my watch son ☝

also I think I'm going to call myself 💐🐏 anon instead of another 🐏 anon, because I don't know what ram anon means. so whenever you see me, just know I'm bringing you a bouquet of gratitude for all your hard work ✧･ﾟ:*( ͡ꈍ ͜ʖ̫ ͡ꈍ )*:･ﾟ✧

I mean, you could ask the same thing for King!MC or Raven!MC. King!MC is meek and skittish, but somehow they bagged Riddle of all people and was in the process of bagging the other four (Ace, Deuce, Trey, Cater) without even trying. Raven!MC literally threatened and tricked but still had Vil, Rook, Epel, and Neige all hooked.

Anyways, with that change you mentioned, I'll probably call you "flower anon?" I don't think we have a flower anon yet.

Dear time,

I know the other anons tend to snitch on Wars for not sleeping, but have *you* been getting your sleep, to?

Cant take care of someone else for long if you dont take care of yourself first, and all.

-🌸 anon

P.s.

Twilight, just wanted to tell you that you have the sweetest smile.

-🌸

Time: I have been sleeping fine.

Twilight: That's bull, I've seen you awake th' past few nights when I'm on watch.

Time: Oh? And whose going to back you up on that?

Legend: The other insomniac.

Time:

Legend: You better get your ass into the bed, Old Man. Or else I'll sic an annoyed Captain on you.

momMEEEETTT

period cramps are killing me and all I can think about is phantom/aeon/new bug being a pretty pretty inexperienced boy

like... there was that prompt list... and there was this one "show me how you do when you touch yourself" THAT IS LITERALLY HAUNTING ME, CAN YOU IMAGINE A VERY VERY KIND DOM RAIN WITH A VERY VERY SUB AND SHY AEON IN THAT SITUATION???

*disappears into the void*

-🪻

OhmanohMAN. You gave me brain rot and I wrote a little thing.

Aeon's pretty like this. A lilac flush blooms high on his cheeks. He keeps his eyes--a strange spidering mix of lavender and sage green--on Rain's feet. They're lounging on Rain's bed. A summer thunderstorm rages outside. Wind rattling the windows. Rain can still taste Aeon on his tongue--ozone and mint. One of his cool hands is still pressed on Rain's bare chest, over his heart. Rain watches those fingers flex against his skin. Aeon drags his bottom lip into his mouth and makes a small noise when he does--like he can still taste Rain on it--like he's savoring. Rain can't take his eyes off of him. "Talk to me," Rain demands. His voice is soft, but there's no question about his tone--no room for argument or denial. "Never done this before," Aeon finally offers up, his blush darkens. "Not...with someone else. Not in this body." Rain reaches over, cups Aeon's face in one of his hand, thumb dragging over his lips. They part so prettily for him. And Rain can think of nothing else except pushing past them, pressing his thumb, his fingers, his cock, through them and into the warmth of his mouth. Another time. "We don't have to do anything." Rain would be just as happy to go back to making out. To pull Aeon into his lap and kiss him for the rest of the night. It's enough. And he opens his mouth to tell Aeon as much but Aeon cuts him off. "I want to. I just--" Aeon shrugs. "I don't know what to do." "Oh, baby," Rain says, slipping his hand a little further up to sink his fingers into Aeon's hair. He drags his nails over his scalp and Aeon's eyes flutter, a soft little groan falling from his plush lips. "I can help with that." Aeon is melts in Rain's hands. Allows himself to be arranged however Rain wants him. He follows all of Rain's orders with ease. There's a shyness about it that shouldn't make Rain's cock kick as hard as it does. But he's well past trying to hide how this is affecting him. He's straining against his sweatpants by the time Aeon settles between his legs. The small of his back pressed right up against Rain's leaking cock. Rain presses his chin to the top of Aeon's head, right between his horns and looks down the length of his body. The pale flush has crawled down his neck to his chest now, staining his clavicle a pale purple. Aeon's hard too, pressed up against his dark sweatpants. When Rain shifts, grinding his erection against Aeon's back, Rain watches Aeon's cock kick. "Show me," Rain whispers. Turning his head to drag his mouth up the side of one of Aeon's short horns. Aeon shudders in his arms. Rain plants one of his hands on Aeon's stomach and feels each shudder of his breath. Feels the way the muscles jump beneath his hand. "Show you what?" "How you touch yourself." Aeon whines. Rain watches his fists clench down by his side, that blush crawls further down, almost to his pebbled nipples now. "Rain--" "How else am I supposed to know how you like it?" Aeon doesn't respond to that. Instead, he reaches down with shaking hands and pulls the waistband of his sweatpants down just far enough to free his cock, hooking his briefs under his balls. It's pretty, just like the rest of Aeon. Flushed violet at the tip and shiny with pre. Not very long--Rain could probably take all of him in his mouth without any trouble. Rain aches to touch him. To curl his fingers around that soft overheated skin and see what kind of noises he can wring out of the little ghoul in his arms. Aeon hesitates for just as second before he wraps his hand around the base of his cock and squeezes.

"Are you nervous?" Rain asks him softly. Aeon nods. He flexes his fingers again and Rain feels the way his body sags into the stimulation. "You don't have to do this. If you don't want to," Rain reminds him. Pressing small kisses up the length of his horn. "Want to," Aeon chokes out. Aeon starts slow, long languid strokes. Rain grinds his hips up against Aeon's back in time with his thrusts. He watches, rapt, as Aeon strokes himself. A bead of pre wells at the tip and Rain longs to taste it. He almost runs his fingers through it. Just barely manages to keep his hands to himself. It isn't long before Aeon is fucking his own loose fist. The ruddy head disappearing and reappearing as Rain watches rapt. Pre spilling over Aeon's fingers as he gets close. Rain can feel the tremors in Aeon's thighs, the tension building in his body. "Rain--gonna--I gotta--" "I know. Go ahead, baby. Let me see." Rain drags his tongue over the rough base of Aeon's horn and Aeon is gone. Wailing as he cums all over his own fist, milky white dripping down onto his stomach as he works himself through it. He sags against Rain. Wiping his sticky hand off on his own sweatpants and not bothering to pull them back up quite yet. Rain presses a kiss to the top of his head, humming his approval. Aeon shifts, pressing back just enough to put much needed pressure against Rain's aching cock. Rain groans, fingers digging into Aeon's stomach just above the pool of cum gathering below his belly button. "Will you show me what you like?" Aeon asks softly, cheek still over warm against Rain's collarbone. Rain grins against Aeon's hair. "Of course. And if you're good, I might even let you touch it."

WHAT THE FUCK.

--tar anon

....You look weird, what the hell-

i came running so fast as soon as i saw ur arven x reader content, it was so pleasing to read and arven is such a good guy 😭 i hope it's alright to request something! would u be willing to write grusha x nb reader? maybe something about where the reader is his assigned bodyguard who needs to escort him somewhere important, seeing as he's a gym leader and all! but in the end, pls write whatever u feel most comfy with :) have a nice day!

I did my best with this because I adore Grusha!! He's such a good boy I think hes very funny

I also like how people lost their minds upon finding out he's a man, comedy gold

Thank u for requesting flower Anon!! Enjoy the food 🌻

Grusha X NB Reader

Every gym leader gets a bodyguard, but why is Grusha's so... Protective of him? He knows they should remain professional, but it's hard to.

Reader is not the SV protagonist. Their origin and general story remains ambiguous, but they're explicitly mentioned to be a fairy-type specialist. Their full team is brought up - they have an Azumarill, a Dachsbun, a Tinkaton, a Mimikyu, a shiny Sylveon, and an Arcanine with fairy tera-type. They're mentioned to be strong enough to lift Grusha with relative ease.

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It was so damn cold.

Grusha spent almost every day up here on the mountain, running his gym... It was often the last one challengers took on, not only because of the trip, but because he was quite tough when he wanted to be.

And yet, despite that, he was freezing cold right now. He was on his way down Glaseado mountain to get to Mesagoza, because he has to meet with Geeta (she called annual meetings with all the gym leaders to see how everything was going). Of course, this was the one day the Flying Taxis couldn't get all the way up the mountain.

Grusha stuffed his hands into his pockets, nestling his face further into his scarf. He was at least thankful that, despite the bitter frost that made his face numb, he wasn't alone. Recently, the gym leaders had been appointed bodyguards - quite a stark change from their usual solitude, but an incident with a rowdy pack of Maschiff meant they needed an extra hand.

His bodyguard walked by his side, wearing a heavy overcoat that looked surprisingly warm. They didn't seem all that bothered by the weather, keeping pace with him as he trudged through the snow. Their Arcanine, the largest one he'd ever seen, padded alongside them. Its every breath made the air turn to mist, and its paws left melted prints in the snow.

Grusha had realized quite recently that he had a crush on them. Unsurprising, all things considered. They were attractive, and genuinely cared about his needs... Even if their solutions tended to be a little extreme. He could still vividly recall when his old injury was acting up, right in the middle of a gym battle, and they swooped in to physically pick him up so he could continue fighting without straining his body.

It had been embarrassing in the moment, but they were warm. And nice.

Grusha didn't realize he'd zoned out until he felt a weight land on his shoulders, draped over him like a cape. They'd taken off their coat to give it to him, more concerned about his comfort than theirs.

"That's a bad idea," Grusha said, though he didn't return their jacket. "You're gonna freeze."

"I'll be fine, I've got Arcanine." They said, giving the Legendary Pokemon a pat on the side. The Arcanine let out a soft wuff, exhaling a small puff of smoke in the process. "You look like you're going to collapse, so you need it more than me."

"...Thanks." He hadn't realized how fatigued he was until now, grabbing the collar of the coat and pulling it a little closer around himself. Grusha's face twinged with a faint blush, savoring the extra warmth he got.

The pair continued to walk in silence, and Grusha was faintly aware of the other drawing closer to him. He could see the wary expression on their face, see them tense up momentarily... And then he saw what they saw. The menacing glint of eyes from the slopes above.

Grusha was swept off his feet as they grabbed him, lifting him with an alarming amount of ease. He heard the cry of a sneasel, and the sound of way too many footsteps rapidly approaching.

"Hang on to me," They said curtly, unclipping the premier balls from their belt and throwing them behind them. Grusha grabbed onto them as best he could, glancing over their shoulder - a pack of sneasel, the largest he'd ever seen, lead by a trio of mean-looking weavile. He'd only ever seen his bodyguard's Arcanine. The rest of their team was... Mildly surprising to him.

A scowling Azumarill fought off a small horde on its own, knocking a few through the air with a swing of its heavy tail. A Dachsbun wearing a shell bell was providing support from the back, battling the sneasel that interrupted it. A Tinkaton and a Mimikyu were ferocioously fighting two of the weavile, easily holding their own, and a blue-furred Sylveon was backing up their Arcanine. Grusha hadn't taken them for a fairy type specialist, but he supposed it wasn't his place to judge.

They took off at a sprint, pursued by a few stragglers and the last of the weavile. Grusha saw the dangerous glint of claws tear at their shirt, but they were quick enough to evade the worst of the attack.

Heavy footfalls alerted Grusha to their Arcanine's return, the Pokemon grabbing its trainer by the scruff and dropping them onto its back. It sprinted down the mountain at full speed, and the sounds of battling slowly faded... Grusha could hear the telltale sound of Pokemon being returned, though.

Despite being supported by the Arcanine now, Grusha clung to them like a lifeline. He certainly didn't feel like he was in danger anymore - he was actually quite comfortable. They were warm, much warmer than the cold world around them, their arms wrapped comfortingly around him.

Their relationship should have been strictly professional, all things considered, but he found himself longing for more.

"Grusha." They said, like they'd read his thoughts. "Are you alright? Not hurt?"

"Of course I'm not. Are you hurt? It looked like that weavile nailed you pretty bad..." He sat up slightly.

"No, no, it only grazed me. Nothing I can't manage." They shrugged it off, adjusting their grip on him. "You fought well, Arcanine. Thank you for carrying us, I know you're not fond of chauffering."

The Arcanine huffed again, continuing its journey down the mountain. They sat in silence again, the only real sound being Arcanine's footsteps.

"So... You never told me about your team." Grusha was the first to speak.

"You never asked." They chuckled lightly, propping their chin on his shoulder without thinking. His heart skipped. "Arcanine was my first Pokemon. Caught him out in the wild out of sheer dumb luck, only found out about how he could terastallize later. The rest of my team I caught later, Sylveon was the last one I found. She was only a little Eevee at the time."

"Huh." He mused thoughtfully, leaning into them. "It's just rare to see someone specialize in fairy types."

"Not as rare as you might think. You just see a whole lot of fire, fighting and steel types."

"...That's probably true, actually." Grusha groaned. "I think I've seen more Skeledirge in my lifetime than any other living person."

They laughed, a lovely sound that made Grusha's heart race yet again. He couldn't take it any more! He tugged his scarf down with one hand, the other resting lightly on the back of their neck.

They had very little time to react as he pulled them down, their noses bumping awkwardly together as his lips met theirs. Adrenaline still pumped through his veins from the sneasel encounter, the roaring blizzard in his heart finally settling. The kiss lasted for what felt to be an eternity, unbroken even by the blistering wind.

The human need for oxygen forced them apart, and the glint in their eye spoke a thousand words.

"A reward," He started, snuggling into his scarf again. "For doing your job well. I don't know what I would've done if you weren't there."

"I'm... Flattered." They were the embarrassed one for once, unable to meet his eyes. "Grusha, are you... Sure you wanted to do that? I mean, I don't mind, it's just- well, the league might frown upon it, and-"

"To hell with the league." Grusha groaned. "You're adorable when you get all formal, you know. I don't care what Geeta or anyone else say, I really like you."

They were bright red to the very tips of their ears, a shade of scarlet that rivaled their Arcanine's fiery orange. They didn't say anything further, but Grusha noticed how they pulled him closer against him.

He let his head fall against their shoulder, the air finally warming as they reached the base of the mountain. The trip to Mesagoza would be long from here, but...

Well, with all that off his chest, Grusha knew he could make it.

~

This is so short and I am really sorry, I had a hard time writing this!!! It's not anything to do with the request, it's just my first time writing a dynamic like this 😭😭😭

It's getting late and I have work tomorrow so I'm going to post this as it is, hope you enjoy either way

I know who flower anon is and they told me your poem made them horny

Alright :P

And what am i supposed to do with this information?😂 /lh

OOC // my gl2 designs of the anons next to @beanieduzartz 's anon designs for Flower Anon and Soil Anon : ) \\ OOC

*lava anon gets extinguished from the dirt*

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

OH MY GOD???

Hearts are a fickle thing. Cannot decide between thoughts shared they think about you, Feelings felt for you, And things they wish for you to have. Forgive my flawed heart, For it beats for all of you. - Flower Anon PS: A million hearts all beat for you, my shining star.

🥺🙏

all the current couples from new to old!

Nothing too long, but imaging a soft moment in the future of the Tav and Dammon in the first one I sent, after the battles are won and the armor that Dammon replaced piece by piece is hanging on its stand in the corner of their bedroom. It would be gathering dust if polishing it weren’t one of the ways Tav helped soothe the memories on days where they were particularly loud after everything.

One day, returning from whatever errand took Tav out of their home and walking upstairs to their bedroom to change into less road dirtied clothes before going off to join Dammon wherever he is, you stop and can’t help but lean on the doorframe to your room as your heart just melts.

There is your husband, holding your bairn securely in his arms, not even a year old yet and they’ve had him wrapped around their finger from the first gummy smile. He’s rocking back and forth, bouncing while he hums a lullaby, words sneaking out in certain verses of the song. Their little tail is wrapped around his wrist (they 100% got that from him) and his finger is bent with your little one gnawing on his knuckle (teething is so much worse with baby fangs).

You quietly pad into the room behind his back and swap your clothes for a clean shirt and breeches and sneak behind him to wrap your arms around his wits from behind and coo at your baby while he startles and flushes at being surprised and your baby giggles.

“Oh sure, we’re all smiles for mama, huh?”

“Of course” with a kiss to his cheek while he rolls his eyes at you.

🪻

Oh I absolutely love this idea! Dammon would be such a good dad, very caring and just a little cheeky.

I love the idea of Tav from the last excerpt getting to have a happy ending with our favourite blacksmith and their baby. Even if their time on the road will be with them forever, they have a whole future still ahead of them.

I have your other message in my ask box and I love it, but I'll save my praises for it when I post it, also, for anyone that likes Flower Anons stuff they will be getting their own tag :)

Flower walks over having peck marks all over their body

Don't. Worry. Zombie. And. Ghost. Are. Taking. Care. Of. Demon. Bird.

(demon bird meaning goose anon)

PECK MARKS ???

First confession and it's just me being bitter ig?

I love self shipping. It's fun, it's escapism considering my heart has been breaking and I'm slipping back into depression cause of what I'm being made to go through in my toxic home life, i don't share because my younger sister made me understand nothing is ever truly mine so i decided to make this part mine and mine alone, but even then i try to make fandom friends and try to reach out and try and connect with others

But I'll be honest

Being a POC who's not Western but a mainlander, an Asian but not East Asian, it is kinda lonely

I've just...? Felt like I'm overlooked and ignored by the self ship community and all fandoms I'm in no matter what I try. I'm not even trying to be popular i just want fandom friends. Hard enough that one or two of the fandoms I self ship in is nothing more than a high school clique with dick sizing contests on whose oc is more popular or whose interpretation of a culture they only know the Western version of is more valid makes me uncomfortable to even try since it seems only Western folks are allowed to partake in it but

There's always just a sense of isolation being from a different country and culture that the rest of the world doesn't seem to care about beyond the most shallow of interpretations

pls tag me as flower anon

.

*peering out of my cave*

DO NOT think about new bug being the most submissive and breedable "good boy"

about him getting on his knees for the other ghouls, immediately obeying to every order

or about him coming absolutely untouched while eating a ghoulette out

but most importantly DO NOT, IN EVERY SITUATION, think about new bug having the most filthiest breeding kink and praise kink when it comes to dew or rain

don't think about it

*hiding back in my cave*

-🪻

I know you told me NOT to think about it, but I've been thinking about it since you sent it to me and it's NOT OK. I'm definitely NOT thinking about him begging to get knotted. Looking at Rain and Dew and telling them both. I need both of you. And really, who are Rain and Dew to deny that kind of request. They wouldn't dream of doing anything except making sure he's fucked so full he can barely stand after. Not thinking about Cirrus pushing his face into the pillow when she pegs him. Filth spilling from her mouth, words that make him twitch and whine even more than her strap does. Or how he cums--untouched--the second she calls him her good boy. Absolutely have never even thought about him on his knees for Swiss. Hands planted firmly on his thighs as Swiss spits into his open mouth and shoves his cock in after. And how--after Swiss has spilled down his throat, all Swiss has to do to make him cum is wrap his fingers around Aeon's cock and squeeze. Or, yeah, you're right, him between Aurora's spread legs. Mouth latched onto her clit, two fingers buried inside of her. Her hands in his hair, claws dragging over his scalp. As she tells him how good he's doing, how close she is, how he's going to make her cum--but he does first. Just before her back arches and she clamps down on his fingers, he's rutting into the bed, spilling hotly into his pants just from the praise alone. He really is, such a good boy.

You said they all have odd little problems

And I'm a curious duffer so tell me those problems

-a regular anon (shocking I know)

Holy shit a normal one!!!

But uh, the sick one is just....Odd.

The zombie is either hiding some severe trauma, or just really weird.

The ghost I have yet to meet, but I bet it has something wrong with it

The flower seems to have issues with their father

The dirt one...doesn't need an explanation, neither does the sand one.

And uh, I don't really remember the others TvT