OldSoulshipping anon kink #1
Title: will never have a title, ever
Fandom: Pokémon
- Characters: Alder, Cheren
Rating: PG-16
Prompt: So I'm assuming everyone here is familiar with Black Adventures, right? If not, this is all you need to know for this prompt: http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=§ion=&q=black+adventures+cheren#/d36j1o7 Alder walks in I don't care how/what he's supposed to be doing there.
Notes: Prompt for pokanon. I think this is my great shame. *lol* It's just so....blah. Comedy, I can't do it. This...this seriously killed me. I don't even know if I kept the original-- oh shit, I did, it just...wow. OldSoulshipping...kinda. omg, BEWARE. This needs expanding.
Sproooooooing went Alder's cock as the PokéCenter window he was passing became assaulted with pink bubbles and moe sparkles, the backdrop of the most gorgeous creature he'd ever seen grace his vision. And he HNNNNNNG'd too, because OMFG. And he was an adult, of a mighty, mighty age where men did not just pop boners for kids (unless they were pedos, and he is certainly not one!), which spoke volumes of this very merry sight.
He didn't care what was under that dress. Some part of him had to have it.
Alder unplastered himself from the window before anyone noticed how badly he was perving. Maybe...maybe his Pokémon needed a rest.
The nurse blinked at him, a little wary. "Mr. Alder, sir? Are you...all right?"
For Mr. Alder had crept into the PokéCenter with a kerchief tied under his nose and a great cloth bag hanging over his shoulders. But his distinctive outfit remained the same. What was he doing?
"I'm...I'm fine," he gruffed. Like a gargle. He passed over his poke balls. "Can you hang onto these tonight?"
"Of course, sir, but..." She looked concerned. "Are you sure you're fine?"
The blonde girl didn't stop hanging onto her maid all evening, and it took a long time before they settled in for their Christmas sleep. The maid slept in the same room as the blonde, and booyah, that was on the first floor. Which meant Santa was going to need to creep into a window...yes, yes. Alder had to call himself Santa or he'd never live down the moral issue that was eating away at him. Or maybe the blonde was related to Santa, because Alder doubted the maid would go to bed CLOTHED like that, otherwise.
Perv, perv, perv, his cock kept singing at him, not having flagged at all since his original window peeping. And now, two sleeping kids later, he really...wanted to do something with it.
It took a lot of will not to rip the blankets off and whisk the maid off into the cold like some horrible monster and have his wicked, shunga-styled way with the little kitten. Instead, he risked getting caught by sliding over a chair, spreading his legs, and reaching into his pants, to jerk off while imagining what he would do if they ever met in outside circumstances.
Fandom: Pokémon
- Characters: Alder, Cheren
Rating: PG-16
Prompt: So I'm assuming everyone here is familiar with Black Adventures, right? If not, this is all you need to know for this prompt: http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=§ion=&q=black+adventures+cheren#/d36j1o7 Alder walks in I don't care how/what he's supposed to be doing there.
Notes: Prompt for pokanon. I think this is my great shame. *lol* It's just so....blah. Comedy, I can't do it. This...this seriously killed me. I don't even know if I kept the original-- oh shit, I did, it just...wow. OldSoulshipping...kinda. omg, BEWARE. This needs expanding.
Sproooooooing went Alder's cock as the PokéCenter window he was passing became assaulted with pink bubbles and moe sparkles, the backdrop of the most gorgeous creature he'd ever seen grace his vision. And he HNNNNNNG'd too, because OMFG. And he was an adult, of a mighty, mighty age where men did not just pop boners for kids (unless they were pedos, and he is certainly not one!), which spoke volumes of this very merry sight.
He didn't care what was under that dress. Some part of him had to have it.
Alder unplastered himself from the window before anyone noticed how badly he was perving. Maybe...maybe his Pokémon needed a rest.
The nurse blinked at him, a little wary. "Mr. Alder, sir? Are you...all right?"
For Mr. Alder had crept into the PokéCenter with a kerchief tied under his nose and a great cloth bag hanging over his shoulders. But his distinctive outfit remained the same. What was he doing?
"I'm...I'm fine," he gruffed. Like a gargle. He passed over his poke balls. "Can you hang onto these tonight?"
"Of course, sir, but..." She looked concerned. "Are you sure you're fine?"
The blonde girl didn't stop hanging onto her maid all evening, and it took a long time before they settled in for their Christmas sleep. The maid slept in the same room as the blonde, and booyah, that was on the first floor. Which meant Santa was going to need to creep into a window...yes, yes. Alder had to call himself Santa or he'd never live down the moral issue that was eating away at him. Or maybe the blonde was related to Santa, because Alder doubted the maid would go to bed CLOTHED like that, otherwise.
Perv, perv, perv, his cock kept singing at him, not having flagged at all since his original window peeping. And now, two sleeping kids later, he really...wanted to do something with it.
It took a lot of will not to rip the blankets off and whisk the maid off into the cold like some horrible monster and have his wicked, shunga-styled way with the little kitten. Instead, he risked getting caught by sliding over a chair, spreading his legs, and reaching into his pants, to jerk off while imagining what he would do if they ever met in outside circumstances.