#open starters

“Order up! One catch of the day special! Fried cod with a side of potato wedges and a glass of sweet tea.” Coral says cheerfully as she places your muse’s order down on the table. She straightens up and wipes light sweat from her forehead.

“Man, today’s been busy. The local surfing competition has drawn in quite the crowd…” She says mostly to herself, frowning slightly in envy as she watches the surfers at the nearby beach riding the waves. She shakes her head before returning her attention to her customer and flashing them a bright smile.

“Anyway… anything else I can get for you?”

(Note: Coral is a futa in this rp.)

"watch this."

Oberon's hands grabbed the man's waist, his fingers pressing against the muscle and the skin, leaving the surrounding part with a shy tone of red. He smirked at his son, standing in front of him, right on the other end of their guest. Letting his spit run from his lips down to the man's crack, he rubbed the head of his hard cock against the wet entrance before slowly entering. This was bonding. At least, a type of bonding. Oberon knew Alphin was drifting away and there weren't that many things in common between them anymore. Except for a taste of human men. Their hard muscles and tight holes. Oberon smiled at his boy, even if he didn't seen willing to smile back.

"for fuck's sake, dad."

Flushed with anger and amusement in equal parts, partly lit by the dying embers of her bed chamber's hearth, Isobel sat before her vanity. Long locks spilled between her fingers as she withdrew every pin and needle that had held it in place - her grey, fierce eyes meeting the other's gaze through the looking glass.

𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 : gunwook han, cis male, 35, bisexual

𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁 : it’s been a while since the two of them last spoke. your muse thought he has moved on, and perhaps they had as well. but tonight, gunwook shows up on their doorstep with hope in his eyes and something reckless in his heart.

August can’t lie — finding a positive in the midst of this situation has been difficult even for him, someone who is known to never take life seriously. Considering the future may not be his vibe, but he didn’t expect his (now ex) girlfriend Dana to go and fuck around with some uptight dude that doesn’t wear socks with loafers. So, he has a 401k and knows how to invest in a stock? Big whoop. Where’s the fun in stability? There’s no room for surprise. Dana may argue that August leaves little to the imagination in his own way too. That sleeping in until noon — due to his job, which Auggie has expressed a thousand times — and seeing how many cheetos he can catch in his mouth while watching another rerun of Friends isn’t worth the time and effort anymore. Either way, fuck her. She went about dumping him the wrong way, which wasn’t even an official breakup to begin with. August caught her with him in his building’s parking lot, making out in the car. It probably says more about him that his first instinct was to go upstairs and smoke a joint over confronting her. He did anyway, which led to Dana screaming at him for an hour while she packed about how Auggie ‘lacked direction’.  Moving on from this wouldn’t be all too bad if it weren’t for the constant reminder haunting his apartment. Was it stupid agreeing to let the dude’s ex move in here? Probably, but they were left out to dry in a similar fashion and didn’t have anywhere to go. Auggie had a spare room and needed someone to split rent with. It was reasonable. Only now he has to clean up the kitchen after himself and can’t walk around half-asleep in his briefs. He also has to deal with random crying at 3 am when he gets home, filtering in through the thin walls.

“Hey,” Auggie greets. It’s a Thursday around 8pm and he’s on his way out. The figure covered in a fluffy blanket on the couch stops him though. “You look… like a depressed wizard. Gandalf after a divorce, maybe.”