Fable Dubois —— *Roleplay*
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Fable Dubois —— *Roleplay*
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Parody/Roleplay account for an original character. Frequently NSFW. 18+. Not associated with Amanda Seyfried. #TriggerWarnings #ContentWarnings
I turn my head and look out the window. -leaving tomorrow…can’t stay forever.-
November 15, 2025 at 3:15 AM
I nod. “I would have come, but I was too lightheaded earlier.” I smile. “I’ll be right here.”
November 15, 2025 at 3:08 AM
I smile as I open my eyes. “I did. Did you have fun surfing?”
November 15, 2025 at 2:54 AM
I kiss him back as I roll my hips. "Maybe I'll tell you about the fantasies sometime, but for now...I think we're done talking."
November 14, 2025 at 10:28 PM
I moan softly and roll my hips. "He's your best friend. Regardless of your past, there's no reason for you not to live together." I take a deep breath. "And yes. It's just one more imagining for the overactive brain's fantasies."
November 14, 2025 at 10:13 PM
I flex my fingers on his chest as I just look at him for a long moment before realizing I haven't said anything and shaking my head. "Sorry...overactive imagination." I lean down and kiss him. "That doesn't bother me."
November 14, 2025 at 10:07 PM
I hum and gently drag my nails over his chest. "What is it?"
November 14, 2025 at 9:47 PM
I lick my lips and pull my shirt off, dropping it on the floor. "So...anything you'd like to talk about?"
November 14, 2025 at 8:26 PM
I hum and roll my hips again. "He is, yes. You're both very...very pretty." -and we'll just keep those fantasies to our own self, Fable Alexis-
November 14, 2025 at 8:15 PM
I giggle and roll my hips slowly against his. "Just 'okay'? Is me sitting here affecting blood flow to your brain, pretty boy?"
November 14, 2025 at 7:40 PM
I lay my hands on his abdomen, gently flexing my fingers. "I really like you...but I like Kay too." -need to be honest before we go further than cuddling and kissing. Only fair.-
November 14, 2025 at 7:01 PM
I grin and shift us so he's on his back before straddling him and sitting up. "So...about that talk we should have....we should have it now while I have your full attention."
November 14, 2025 at 6:24 PM
I kiss him again and nip his bottom lip. "There's also a hot tub on the patio off the bedroom. It's really nice looking out at the Christmas lights and the snow."
November 14, 2025 at 5:11 PM
I kiss him softly. "I promise the trip will include Christmas movies and hot chocolate."
November 14, 2025 at 4:39 PM
I shrug. "So you can say that you have your own room? I mean, the house isn't huge, but there are extra bedrooms when my sisters aren't there."
November 14, 2025 at 4:17 PM
I snort. "Do we care if people talk? And if you really want to, you can have your own room."
November 14, 2025 at 4:13 PM
I hum and look at him. "Feel like taking another trip? I'm going to Aspen for Christmas. Just me and Zeke."
November 14, 2025 at 4:04 PM
I brush my fingers along his side. "I pestered Kay already, but what are your plans for Christmas?"
November 14, 2025 at 3:57 PM
I sigh softly and whisper, "I slept all night. That's practically unheard of in the past two years."
November 14, 2025 at 2:56 PM
I brush my thumb over his hand and softly say, "Tomorrow. We'll talk tomorrow. Tonight, let's just enjoy our dinner and maybe take a walk on the beach before going to bed." I pause. "I am sleepy after the whole...not sleeping last night thing."
November 14, 2025 at 2:28 PM
I sigh softly & free a finger, brushing it along his jaw. “Didn’t think you’d push.”

I look at the waitress when she comes over & I order an iced tea before thanking her.

After he orders his drink & she leaves again, I softly say, “we should talk about something before we get to that though.”
November 14, 2025 at 12:07 PM
I take a slow breath and squeeze his hand. “So I should stop being scared and just show you?”
November 14, 2025 at 4:35 AM
I squeeze his hand as we walk down to the restaurant and we’re led to a table overlooking the ocean.

Once we’re seated and the hostess has left us alone, I brush my fingers over his hand on the table and whisper, “I have more scars than you’ve seen…”
November 14, 2025 at 4:09 AM