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pretentious-blonde · 1 month

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A matchup for the lovely @lady-of-endless

I match you with Levi!

In my professional opinion, Levi would be your perfect match! At first glance, he might seem like a closed-off, stoic individual, but underneath that rough exterior lies a person who values kindness, loyalty, and strength of character—qualities you have in abundance. Levi is someone who understands the importance of balancing warmth and distance, just like you. Your ability to switch from being affectionate to intimidating resonates deeply with him, as he has learned to navigate the harsh world of Titans with a similar duality.

From the moment Levi meets you, he is struck by your confidence and ability to stand up for yourself. In a world where strength is paramount, Levi sees your resilience and respects it immensely. He admires the way you carry yourself, your willingness to be kind to everyone, but also your readiness to defend yourself and those you care about. Levi, who has spent his life protecting others, finds a kindred spirit in you. You’re not afraid to face conflict head-on, and this fearlessness draws him to you even more.

Levi isn’t the most expressive person, but he has his own way of showing he cares. He notices the small things about you—like the way your hazel eyes light up when you talk about something you’re passionate about. He may not say it outright, but you catch him glancing at you when you’re busy with something, a soft look in his usually steely gaze.

He finds your freckles and beauty spots endearing, and on quiet mornings when the world is still, he traces them with his fingers, a rare, gentle smile tugging at his lips. These moments are few and far between, but they’re special—Levi showing you his softer side, the side he rarely reveals to anyone. He loves how you can go from teasing him one minute to offering genuine words of affirmation the next. Your ability to switch between playfulness and sincerity is something that keeps him on his toes, and he secretly loves every second of it.

Levi finds himself drawn to your love for physical activities like going to the gym and practicing martial arts. One day, he challenges you to a sparring session, curious to see your skills firsthand. He’s impressed when you take down a cocky colleague, and a rare chuckle escapes him. “Remind me not to get on your bad side,” he jokes, his usual stoic demeanor softening in your presence. After your sessions, he likes to join you for long walks, finding solace in the quiet company you provide. You both enjoy stargazing, and it becomes a shared ritual—lying side by side, staring up at the sky, lost in your own thoughts but still connected.

Levi is not much of a talker, but he appreciates how you listen—really listen—to him. You never push him to share more than he wants, but your understanding and empathetic nature make it easy for him to open up to you. He finds himself telling you things he’s never told anyone, and he’s grateful for the safe space you provide. In turn, he listens to you, too. He knows you tend to bottle up your emotions, and he quietly encourages you to let them out, even if it’s just with him. He might not always have the right words, but he’s always there to hold you, to let you know that nothing is too great.

He has an eye for detail, and he’s noticed your timeless sense of style. He loves the way you dress—whether it’s in a classic buttoned-up shirt or a flowing dress, you always manage to look effortlessly elegant. He might not say it often, but he loves catching glimpses of your outfits, the way they complement your personality perfectly. One day, he surprises you with a small gift—an intricate hairpin that he thought would suit you. He hands it to you without much fanfare, but there’s a softness in his eyes as he watches you put it on, a rare smile tugging at his lips. He won't admit it but he was so nervous about giving it to you!

Levi understands your struggle with admitting vulnerabilities all too well. He’s been there himself, having spent most of his life burying his feelings deep inside. But with you, he finds himself wanting to be more open, more honest. He sees the way you’re trying to be more understanding toward yourself, and it inspires him to do the same. You both work on it together—slowly, hesitantly, but surely. It’s not always easy, but having each other makes the journey a little less daunting.

Your relationship with Levi is the epitome of a slow burn! It takes time for him to let you in fully, but when he does, it’s worth the wait. There are moments when you’re forced into close quarters—maybe during a mission or while taking shelter from a storm. Those times are charged with unspoken words and lingering touches, the air thick with tension. But eventually, the walls come down, and what starts as a slow burn gradually ignites into something deeper, something neither of you saw coming but both of you needed.

Levi is not one for grand gestures, but he shows his love in the little things—making sure your favourite tea is stocked, finding rare flowers for you to add to your collection, or simply being there when you need him the most. He might not always say it, but his actions speak louder than words, and you know without a doubt that you’re the most important person in his life.

You and Nanami just fit so well together omg

Kento Nanami is a man of discipline, structure, and profound empathy, which would make him an ideal match! With his mature outlook on life, a strong sense of duty, and innate desire to protect those around him, Nanami would be deeply captivated by your unique combination of warmth, and the ability to embrace both calmness and chaos.

Nanami is someone who values sincerity and honesty, and these qualities would draw him to you immediately! In a world where people often wear masks to hide their true intentions, your genuine warmth and affectionate nature would be a breath of fresh air for him. He’d be intrigued by how you navigate life with such grace, showing kindness to everyone you meet while also standing firm when your boundaries are tested. He’d notice how you balance being gentle and understanding with having a fiercely protective side, and he’d find this duality endlessly fascinating.

When Nanami first meets you, he’d be struck by your soothing presence. As someone who spends most of his days dealing with the harsh realities of being a jujutsu sorcerer, he’d immediately notice the calm aura you bring into a room. Whether it’s the way you greet people with a warm smile or your gentle tone when speaking, Nanami would feel a sense of peace whenever he’s around you. Your ability to offer comfort to those around you, to listen deeply and empathize without judgment, would resonate with his own values and make him feel at ease.

Your work in the medical field would particularly impress Nanami. He knows firsthand how difficult it is to navigate a world filled with pain and suffering, and he would deeply admire your dedication to ensuring your patients feel emotionally and mentally cared for. He’d see a kindred spirit in you—someone who understands the importance of emotional well-being and who strives to make a positive impact on others’ lives. Your shared desire to protect and care for those who are vulnerable would create a strong foundation for your relationship, one built on mutual respect and a deep understanding of each other’s motivations.

As you and Nanami spend more time together, you’d find yourselves drawn to each other in subtle yet meaningful ways. He’s a man who appreciates the small things, and he’d quickly pick up on your love for timeless fashion, your sweet scent, and the way your hazel eyes beam when you’re passionate about something. Nanami would often find himself lost in thought, contemplating the many facets of your personality and how they complement his own.

Your confidence and ability to stand up for yourself would be something Nanami deeply respects. He’s spent much of his life standing up for what he believes is right, often at great personal cost, and he would see that same strength in you. He’d be drawn to the way you don’t hesitate to defend your loved ones, and he’d find it refreshing to be with someone who shares his sense of integrity and justice. Your mutual understanding of the importance of boundaries and respect would create a deep bond between you, one that is built on trust and a shared commitment to honesty.

Nanami would also appreciate your ability to balance emotions lowkey. He’s someone who thrives on structure and order but understands that life isn’t always predictable. He’d find it intriguing how you can switch between offering quiet comfort and embracing the more chaotic aspects of life, seeing it as a reflection of his own internal struggles. Whether you’re spending a quiet evening together, enjoying each other’s company in comfortable silence, or engaging in a lively debate about something you’re both passionate about, Nanami would value the way you keep him grounded while also challenging him to see the world in new ways.

Nanami isn’t someone who expresses his emotions openly, but as your relationship deepens, he’d begin to let down his guard around you. He’d start to show his affection in small, understated ways—bringing you your favourite tea without being asked, brushing a stray hair from your face, or placing a comforting hand on your shoulder when he senses you’re feeling down. He’d find solace in the quiet moments you share, those times when words aren’t necessary because the connection between you speaks louder than any conversation ever could.

Physical touch would become an important aspect of your relationship with Nanami. At first, he might be hesitant to initiate contact, unsure of how to navigate his growing feelings for you. But as he becomes more comfortable, he’d begin to seek out those moments of closeness. He’d hold your hand during long walks, finding comfort in the simple act of being near you. When he hugs you, it would be firm and protective, as if he’s trying to convey everything he feels for you in that single embrace. He is such a dork but in the best way. He’d cherish the way your smaller stature fits perfectly against him, finding a sense of peace and belonging in your arms.

Nanami would also grow to love your teasing nature. At first, he might not know how to react when you playfully tease him, but over time, he’d come to appreciate the lighthearted moments you bring into his life. He’d start to tease you back in his own subtle way, enjoying the banter and the way it brings a smile to your face. These moments of playfulness would be a refreshing contrast to the seriousness of his work, and he’d find himself looking forward to every opportunity to make you laugh.

Your shared hobbies and interests would provide countless opportunities for you and Nanami to grow closer. He’d be intrigued by your love for learning new things and pushing yourself to the limits, whether it’s through your time at the gym or picking up new skills. He’d admire your dedication and commitment to self-improvement, often joining you in your pursuits as a way to bond. He just wants to be with you. Whether it’s practising martial arts together, where he’d be impressed by your strength and technique, or taking long walks where you discuss everything from the meaning of life to your favourite flowers, Nanami would cherish these moments of connection.

Nanami would also enjoy listening to you play guitar and sing. He’s a man who finds beauty in simplicity, and your music would be something he finds incredibly soothing. He’d often ask you to play for him after a long day, sitting quietly beside you as your music fills the room. These moments would be a source of comfort for him, a reminder that even in a world filled with chaos, there are still pockets of peace and beauty to be found.

Your relationship with Nanami would be the epitome of a slow burn, a gradual unfolding of emotions and understanding that deepens with each passing day. There would be moments of forced proximity, whether due to a shared mission or simply finding yourselves spending more time together, that would serve as catalysts for your growing bond. You’d find yourselves drawn to each other in ways that are subtle yet undeniable, the connection growing stronger with every shared experience and every quiet moment of understanding.

Nanami isn’t someone who falls in love easily, but when he does, it’s with his whole heart. He’d be fiercely protective of you, always putting your needs and well-being above his own. He’d cherish you in a way that few others ever could, offering you a love that is deep, unwavering, and built on a foundation of mutual respect and understanding. Nanami might not always say how he feels, but his actions would speak louder than words, showing you every day just how much you mean to him.

In the end, being with Nanami would be a journey of discovery, growth, and unconditional love. It would be a relationship that thrives on the balance between strength and vulnerability, between calm and chaos, and one that leaves you both feeling understood, cherished, and deeply connected.

#i hope you like it #honestly the choices were obvious to me #you seem like such a sweetheart so it only felt right!#matchup #ship request #match up #jjk #aot

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jpriest85-blog · 10 months

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Recently played @pdrrook VN Perfumare and fell in love with the setting and characters. I'm so looking forward to reading more of this story when Perfumare: Avulsion is fully released.

I'm now compelled to share some art and basic info about my MC.

Name: Violeta Reyes Liz Morren

Pronouns: she/her

Preferences: Bisexual

Birthday: February 23rd

Height: 5ft7”/170.18cms

Appearance: A curvy Latina woman in her mid-20s of average height, with a Bronze complexion and black medium length straight hair. She has an oval shaped face with freckles, hooded eyes, and a full mouth. Normally, dresses in classy feminine vintage style fashion in public with makeup and hairstyles inspired by starlets from the Golden Age of Hollywood.

Notable features: Violet eyes that she normally hides with color contact lenses, and noticeable dimples when she smiles or laughs

Personality: At first glance, Liz comes across as a very charming and attentive person. Which has helped her in her job (both at the perfume shop and her illegal side gig) and staying under the radar. Being observant of people and how they behave is useful for making a sale or determining if they're a potential threat and acting accordingly to try and get the best outcome. Especially if it's a situation where she doesn't always need to rely on her affliction. Liz is well aware she's an attractive woman, and she's not above using it to her advantage. After all, she doesn't always need to use Allure to get someone to do what she wants when a coquetteish smile, asking sweetly for a favor, combined strategic use of cleavage can get the same results. Although she does enforce a strict professional relationship boundary with her clients and suppliers.

While Liz usually comes across as friendly and accommodating, she still keeps others at arm's length due to her past. She used to have a pretty good childhood growing up and was raised in a large and loving family with her parents, grandparents, siblings, aunts, uncles, and a seemingly endless number of cousins. Until she developed her gift and was shipped off to the academy suddenly alone because of something she couldn't control. At first, young Liz thought that if she worked hard and could control her Allure ability, maybe she could come home one day. Sadly, no matter how hard she worked or how well she did all the letters she wrote home, they never responded. Eventually, Liz got tired of the heartbreaking silence and just stopped trying to reach out to anyone. Until Reed started attending the Academy and wouldn't leave her alone.

Now, Liz can count the number of people she trusts and depends on with one hand and still have fingers left over. Although with those few people, she tends to be more open and relaxed around them. Sure, she'll still smile politely with other people. She works in retail, it's expected. However, when Liz trusts someone, she is more expressive, genuine, and affectionate as opposed to the more carefully affable persona. She'll argue with you, cry, make dirty jokes, and ramble about whatever new thing she's passionate about.

Additional info & Headcanons

Both her alias and real names are references to brands of cologne/perfume. Her alias given name Liz in reference to actress Elizabeth Taylor who had her own line of perfumes, one of which is called Violet Eyes, and her real name Violeta Reyes came from Agustin Reyes’ Royal Violets cologne.

When it comes to Liz's personal scent preferences, she likes using solid perfumes that have a fresh and light scent like in linen perfumes. Solid perfumes travel better and last longer than liquid perfumes and tend to have more subtle scents so they're less likely to overwhelm her sensitive sense of smell.

Liz’s native tongue is Spanish and she became fluent in Italian due to growing up with Reed. Sometimes she'll rapidly switch between English, Spanish and Italian (complete with hand gestures) during conversation if she's very excited or angry. Normally Liz tries to avoid getting too animated in public because it'll draw unwanted attention, although there are exceptions like when an obnoxious customer crosses a line and she tells them off, or when she's around someone she trusts.

She'll also use Spanish terms of endearment with loved ones. Which makes things interesting for the various LI saves. Jewel and Laurent seem to be the types who'll become flustered, which would make Liz coo over how cute they are. Meanwhile, Reed, who's constantly addressing her with “bella” and “tesoro” is mentally agonizing himself on his save whenever Liz calls him “guapo” or “cariño” in return.

Since Liz was left to fend for herself so young, she had to learn how to take care of herself quickly. A particular skill set she developed was mending clothes and diy repairs. It helped save her money on clothes and repairs around the house over the years, excluding major issues with plumbing or wiring, as she doesn't have the training for those kinds of problems.

Back at their Academy days Liz once saved Reed from an embarrassing situation when he ripped the seat of his pants by helping him discreetly sneak back to his dorm to change and even mending the ripped pants for him. Ever since Reed always asks Liz for help whenever he needs something mended or altered. Over the years, Liz started getting annoyed when she started feeling less like she was helping out a friend and more like Reed was using her as his personal seamstress. They even argued about it a few times until finally settling on a compromise. Whenever Reed needs some clothes fixed or altered, he has to be willing to do some chores or cook for Liz in exchange. It even worked for a while …until Reed learned Liz also be used to mend or take in Flavio's clothes too. Although, to be fair, Flavio rarely asked for Liz's help in the first place.

Since Jewel and Reed don't get along, Liz often times finds herself having to play mediator between the two. Except whenever card games are involved. One day, when work at both the Perfume shop and bar was slow, the three of them found some playing cards and wound up playing poker to pass the time. Considering Reed is so competitive and the fact Liz knows him so well, he'd consistently wound up losing against her. The game quickly devolved into a childish argument between Reed and Liz, and in a bizarre reversal, Jewel had to play mediator between them.

Since Laurent is a fan of classic noir films, he was very caught off guard when he first started visiting the perfume shop and saw Liz wearing her vintage attire. Especially on his route, Laurent wasn't quite sure if Liz was real or a dream since she looked like one of those beautiful actresses from classic black and white films but in living color.

#Perfumare vn #pfm #fan art #concept art #Liz Morren #of course I had to make her real name a reference to cologne/perfume #it's fun imagining her interactions with the various cast #for some reason I could imagine Alan finding it entertaining to watch Reed and Liz interacting #as long as it doesn't affect their work watching Reed and Liz banter is probably like a live action telenovela for Alan #especially on reeds route where he's obviously in love with Liz #meanwhile Jewel and liz fall in love while on the run

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bookdragonwrites · 1 year

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Buddy Daddies was good, but could've been better.

I'm sure some or all of this has been said, but here are my thoughts. Spoilers, obviously.

Before I begin: I enjoyed Buddy Daddies. I really did. I'm a sucker for accidental child acquisition and affectionate bickering. This isn't me saying Buddy Daddies is bad. It has a lot going for it and I'll very happily watch it again sometime.

However. As someone with a background in writing (though admittedly not screenwriting), I did have some issues with the storytelling.

1 Overambitious choice of genres

If you only have 12 20-minute episodes to work with, there's only so much you can properly explore or draw attention to. Therefore, it's a good idea to pick a small set of core characters, a few core themes, and a single main genre (maybe two, if they're related). Buddy Daddies got the characters right: we've got Miri, Rei, Kazuki, and Kyuutarou. Four mains is good. No issues there. The themes were fine: found family, letting go of the past, deciding what you want from life. Nothing ground-breaking, but then themes rarely are, so that's not an issue. The problem here is genre. Buddy Daddies tried to take on two disparate sets of genres at once. First there's parenting comedy with the odd bit of comedy assassin/spy silliness. Cool. Obvious choice. All for it. Then they throw in adult drama/assassin thriller. Now they're trying to juggle two genres at once, and both require a different tone and level of seriousness as well as different takes on the core themes. If they'd picked either one to focus on and used the other one more as a background worldbuilding tool, it would've been fine. Instead, I got whiplash from how fast some episodes kept switching between genres. One second, we've got Miri at daycare, doing cute kid things. The next, we've got Kazuki and Rei involved in a gory gunfight. Another minute later, we're back to Miri with Kazurei trying to troubleshoot some minor issue they think she's having. This was especially bad in the second half of the show. The thing is, mixing these two genres can be done (Spy × Family being the obvious example – it's in the title) – if you have the time for it. 12 episodes is not enough time. If they'd tried to cram the full plot of Spy × Family (or even the entire first series) into 12 episodes, it wouldn't have worked nearly as well as it did. I'm sure the Buddy Daddies team simply didn't have the budget for 24 episodes, and that's unfortunate, but they should've tailored their script to the runtime. On the opposite end of how this could've been solved, we've got something like Barakamon (12 episodes). Barakamon has a not-dissimilar set-up to the light-hearted aspects of Buddy Daddies: a Tokyo calligrapher with writer's/artist's block gets sent to a sub-tropical island, where he's essentially adopted by Naru, an outgoing girl a year or two older than Miri. Over the course of a summer full of low-stakes shenanigans, the calligrapher comes to realise that Naru (who functions more as a little sister than a daughter, but we'll set that aside) and the other islanders have given him some much-needed perspective on life. The show chooses to focus on the low-stakes shenanigans almost exclusively, and generally treats the calligrapher's professional worries as one of multiple plot devices and as a source of comedy. There are a few episodes at the end that are a bit more serious, but even those have many light-hearted moments. The first half of Buddy Daddies seemed to be trying to do a similar thing: Miri decides she has two papas now, and Kazurei have no clue how to parent, so they end up applying their skillsets as assassins to the situation. I really liked those episodes: there was some assassin stuff on the side, but mostly we were watching Miri and Kazurei get lost in the weeds of modern parenting. I wish that could've lasted. I didn't really want or need all the serious stuff to take centre stage instead. (Of course, one could just as easily have done an assassin thriller with comedy elements, but I can't think of an example off-hand.)

2 Rushed plot

Related to the previous point: a rushed second half with a climax that didn't pay off. I keep coming back to this somehow: the first half was fine. The plot was straightforward and the pacing suited the content. Really enjoyable. Kudos. Then we got into the second half, and suddenly there's a metric shitton of really serious problems with only perfunctory foreshadowing. The organisation Kazuki and Rei work for becomes a looming Spectre of Doom ('it's certain death to leave or even have split loyalties, and the Boss wants his son back at any cost, so you're both shit out of luck') rather than a vaguely nefarious plot device. Rei's past is really, really dark, and apparently needs to be dealt with in far more detail than Kazuki's. Why? Dunno. Easy drama, I guess. But fine, I'll forgive that. It's a show for adults, after all. The thing I can't forgive is the rollercoaster speed at which we then zoom through a complicated series of events. And not in a good way. Just... an endless series of stuff, one dire situation after another, with bits of Miri in between. Rei's father reasserts himself in his son's life. Miri's mother shows up again for no reason (more on this later). Kazuki just gets tossed around on the waves of constant upheaval. Kyuutarou can't decide what he wants or needs to do about any of it. At this point, I stopped being invested, because it all went by so fast that I didn't have time to care. And why the hell did Kazuki and Rei think it was remotely reasonable to go to Rei's father's house, kill a bunch of his people, demand to be left alone, and then expect to A) survive and B) be back in time for Miri's Christmas event? Did they get concussions in the plot rollercoaster? And then it all culminates in... nothing? Well, not nothing. Rei loses the use of his dominant arm. But otherwise, they get off scot-free and somehow manage to run a restaurant for ten whole years, apparently without the Spectre of Doom bothering to follow up on these two escaped assassins, who both know tons of stuff they shouldn't. They're a major liability, useless gun arm or no, but the plot doesn't seem to care. Had this been a Barakamon-style comedy all the way through, I could've let that slide, but Buddy Daddies insisted on taking on these really mature elements and then simply didn't bother giving us a climax that lived up to them. It's my understanding that the BD team were shooting for realism and a 'surprise'. The climax contained neither. Instead, I was left bewildered and wondering when the other shoe was going to drop. Apparently there only ever was one shoe.

3 Miri's mother

I liked the way Miri's mother was handled in the first half (again). She's a complicated woman who made some enormous mistakes, but I liked the way the narrative showed that not all women are cut out to be mothers, and it takes courage to admit that. The way she went about finding someone else to take care of Miri was deeply irresponsible and frankly awful, obviously, but we do get an acknowledgement that it's possible to be a mother and be unable to love your child the way she deserves. Or so I thought. Then she came back. For no apparent reason. Aha!, I thought, clearly someone's paying or blackmailing her to do this (Rei's father, maybe?). But no. She'd had a truly epic change of heart. Suddenly she wanted to be a mother again, because now she had cancer and had lost her job, so I guess she had nothing better to do than cause upheaval in her daughter's life once again by selfishly insisting that she have her back and that Kazuki and Rei, whom Miri loves, have no further presence in this young child's life. Seriously? I don't buy it. Also, way to betray the point you'd made in the first half, geez. Is it possible to resent becoming a mother (against one's will, even), or is it not? But it gets worse! Basically as soon as she has Miri back, Final Words Man bumbles in to have a protracted shoot-out. Apparently he can't just do his damn job without a bunch of unnecessary melodrama. But at least he does half the job he set out to do. Miri's mother is dead. Aha!, I thought, she isn't really dead, and she'll come back once more, this time maybe to coparent or something (or at least find some sort of compromise). But no. She's dead. The End for Miri's mother and the most unnecessary character comeback I've seen in a while. This is lazy writing for easy Sad Points. The most infuriating part is that this entire 'I want Miri back' subplot serves little purpose to the greater narrative and could've been cut with minimal drawbacks. I didn't need or want to see more of Miri's mother. Her first appearance had been perfectly self-contained and didn't leave much by way of dangling plot threads. The Spectre of Doom could just as easily have summoned Rei to go see his father and then sent Last Words Man to attack Kazuki and Miri. Why add this subplot at all if you're already having to rush through the rest of the story? Mystifying.

-rant over-

Now, again, I still found plenty to like in Buddy Daddies. It's just that it could've been so much better, and I really wonder why the writing team made the decisions they did.

#buddy daddies #buddy daddies spoilers #spoilers #analysis #plot analysis #this is a lot longer than i'd expected

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flaringfoxsoul03 · 2 years

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@pastelsnake420 asked me this:

My names snakey, ENFP Gemini and I identify as a somewhat female who uses she/they pronouns! I’d describe myself as someone who’s pretty chill and go with the flow combined with strong morals however I can be stubborn and direct when needed to be. I have been told that I appear confident however once you get to know me anxiety will roll out. My greatest compliment that I’ve ever received is that Im funny and I enjoy making others laugh and seeing them smile BUT I am sensitive and can be a bit moody here and there. Despite being a bit of a clown, I enjoy deep conservations that range from anything to everything. I study sociology and I adore discussing our world around us and the possibilities that we could all achieve! I’m a bit of an idealist who just wants everyone to be kind and happy. My hobbies include listening to music and playing the kalimba (somewhat alright), I enjoy video games and all things imaginative! I DESPISE maths with an absolute passion (I suffer from dyscalculia sadly) and I will talk badly about it at any moment I’m given. I would say that I’m very affectionate once I get to know someone and will be extremely loyal. My humour is a fine line between irony and sarcasm however I would say I’m good at picking up on social cues if someone isn’t in the mood to do so.

Overall I’m basically the cool mad aunt/mother of a friend group.

Thank you!!! Hope you’re doing well 💚

Oh sorry I forgot to say I’d like an obey me match up

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Awwww, thank you Snakey 💚, and I am having the hardest decision to make here. You are such a lovable person, who would want to resist you?~

Also, I’m so sorry this took so long to come out, I hope you’ll forgive me for taking a while.

Warning: Anxiety

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I match you with…

Satan!

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Definition of near perfection, Satan is your match. He’s just the right level of energy for you. Not what you were expecting? I figured, but let me break it down for you why I think he’s your special demon~

He studies you like another research paper he’s doing for class because you’re almost the definition of an oxymoron for him, confident and mature but when he takes a closer inspection, he sees all the anxiety you bottle up away from him and all of his brothers. He sees you switch from one mood to another as soon as his brothers get what they want out of you. It pisses him off how much you choose to act rather than ask for space when you really just need a breather from responsibilities. Sounds like someone else we all know too well~

He takes advantage of this desire of yours to do what each of the brothers wish and take you away to a cat cafe. A place to relax and not make it totally about him, legit strategic thinking! Give him a chance to pick your brain while he occupies it with cats, drinks, food, and books. If you pick up on what he’s doing, start talking about what makes you. He’s genuinely curious to know what kind of a person you are, much less about your race and how your peoples are different from each other

This is where he starts to fall HARD for you. You talking about your own personal studies, especially sociology, gives him such intellectual conversation with you he literally forgets where the time has gone. He loves that you’re really smart and on top of that, you can play an unique instrument! He’s only ever seen kalimbas in museums and the occasional concert, he does have connections if you ever want to improve your skills with other demonic professionals

Would love to hear you talk mad shit, even if it’s just math. He’s probably figured out you have a disability even before you remember to mention it to him. You’re literally way too nice to everyone but yourself, he loves this refresher that you can and will talk big smack. Even better, through all your complaints, helps you with anything math work that’s assigned in school. He may not know what it’s like to have a disability that’s recognized as such, but he wants to be there to support you while you’re the one supporting all of his brothers and an entire exchange program on top of that. Plus, he can be quite convincing to have you join in on his pranks on Lucifer with Belphie tagging along (more like make sure it’s not deadly, but same thing, right?)

Later down the line when you get to know the brothers better (think like when they all made a mess at the carnival restaurant because Beelzebub tried to eat the place out of business) Satan gets a taste of your wrath in your commanding presence. Sure, he’s not thrilled he was part of the problem and had to suffer the consequences of almost destroying a restaurant, but you finally took control like a master should. Lowkey, he thinks it’s super hot. You should try being in more control when his brothers try to drag you around to things. But does in fact apologize to you personally after the whole incident when he gets a moment with you alone, that was uncalled for. But does mention you should be happy you put them in their place, it was a dire situation

Satan also puts in his best effort to help you when things get to be too much to be that commandeering person you need to be sometimes. He finds this out as he’s making his apologies to you for the incident I previously mention as you finally break down openly in front of him for the first time. He blanks for a second as the water works force their way up to the surface, but the next thing you know, he’s leading you to your bed and trying to get you to let it all out. It must be tough, but Satan loves that you finally can rely on him as someone you can trust when you need the extra help. He likes being that rock for you to hold on to when you feel like you just can’t fight the current anymore. He wants to so desperately help you in anyway you can, but he slowly calms you down first and asks if you can explain how it all led up to the break down and see if he can help you more than he is now. Literally definition of the supporting role for characters in his many books

You have so. many. inside. jokes. It’s kinda insane how many of them you guys can make in a singular day. One time, Belphie suggested to the two of you to make as many inside jokes you could before the end of the day. You and Satan did so many, that Lucifer tried to punish you both, but literally couldn’t find a justification in how he could make a punishment without causing another stupid fight. You both also turned that into an inside joke. Belphie said he lost count around 69 or so, but I bet that made the inside joke count even higher~

Enjoys the affection you often give after you get to know each other better, because even as eloquent words escape his mouth, sometimes he prefers to be more direct in his approach to have you know just how much he loves you~. Even the platonic side of it is just so domestic that it sends Satan’s heart to do flips as he pretends that nothing is wrong while you’re so close to his heart~

Loves how your creativity comes out in the wackiest ways possible. Like that one time you threw glitter everywhere outside in the garden onto a glue covered canvas and somehow made a random galaxy out of it. Not sure how that happened until he got there during the halfway mark, but it simply makes him giggle to himself. He will absolutely ask to see how you would make cat art if you choose to do so, which that turned into a Project Kitty Keychain. That was basically learning how to make pins to hook to a keychain, but add your little spin to it. He treasures this in many spells made to protect the keychain from wear and tear, he did the same to your copy(cat) too

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The follow ups are:

Lucifer

And

Solomon

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That’s it folks! Until next time!

~ Fox

#obey me #obey me satan #obey me matchups #obey me lucifer #obey me solomon #obey me requests

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𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : switch!shouto, power play, bondage (cuffs), temperature play + food play, teasing, 69, begging, praise, baby/master dynamics, squirting, and a little aftercare <3

𝐛𝐢𝐨 : The only time you can tame your pro hero boyfriend is when he’s bound beneath you in pink, fluffy, quirk-cancelling cuffs.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : sooo u guys always are requesting sub sho, and i finally delivered hehe. this is my first time participating in a Sewer collab, ty to the mods who have been so sweet & welcoming to me even tho i’m shy and don’t talk too much 🤍 also i’m so sorry this is late, my bf decided to take me on a surprise vday trip!

𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : i actually think white chocolate is the inferior chocolate but i wanted it to look like cummies bc that’s hot soo… yeah this is the only acceptable situation to eat such an abomination imo ☺️

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There was absolutely nothing wrong with the ravioli you ordered, nor the appetizer that preceded and the dessert that followed. If anything, each dish was divine in its own respect— as they should be, coming from perhaps the most exclusive, romantic restaurant in the city. Especially on an occasion like today. But the thing was, you didn’t harbor much of an appetite for such luxuries. Not when your boyfriend was casting heart eyes directly at you all night, not even batting an absurdly long eyelash at the longing gazes of the other restaurant-goers.

You were hungry, alright. Just… for something else.

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The leather of his loafers had been slowly rubbing against the exposed top of your foot throughout the meal, your heels not offering you much protection from his affectionate game of footsie. He had the nerve to reach across the linen tablecloth and lace your fingers with his, playing with them as he leaned in and allowed the flickering candlelight to wash his face with a romantic, warm glow. Ever the gentleman, he had offered you a spoonful of his risotto, and when you had returned the outstretched offering of your own meal, he locked eyes with you and allowed his tongue to wander out to caress the cutlery before he closed his lips around the silver, two-toned eyes glinting dangerously. You were sure your cheeks turned a temperature high enough to achieve the perfect sear of the wagyu on his plate.

It was criminal for him to be acting like this. To be giving you his undivided attention, to be looking at you as if you had hung the moon and all the stars. As if you were the moon and all the stars.

And for him to have shown up in such a devilishly handsome ensemble— a dark, charcoal suit with a crisp dress shirt, rolled up so that the lean muscle of his forearms was exposed to your ravenous eyes. The muted turquoise tie around his neck only made his left eye jump out at you, something he damn well knew you were defenseless against.

But it was that smirk that really got you going. That satisfied little curl to his perfect, pink lips. He knew what he was doing. He knew that he was going to be inside you in just a matter of time, however long it took for the pair of you to finish eating and get back to his apartment. And he thought he was going to ravish you as usual— and there was nothing wrong with that, really— you loved when he had his way with you. However, that wasn’t what was going to happen tonight. Tonight, he was yours, and he was going to be completely at your mercy.

So you let him have his fun at dinner. You let him fluster you and play with you, let him think he surely had the upper hand.

Because it would be that much more fun for you when he finally realized what he was in for…

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You sat on the edge of the cloth sectional, upright and on guard as you awaited Shouto to return from the bathroom. Half of you had expected to be pressed against the wall the second you entered the premises, smothered in a passionate kiss and his hands messing up your styled hair. Instead, he’d taken the time to pour you a drink and freshen up from dinner, promising to return in a moment before he disappeared down the hallway. Little did he know, he had given you the perfect opportunity to hide your surprise underneath one of the couch cushions— the fuzzy, pink pair of handcuffs completely concealed underneath one of the many pillows that littered the area.

The music from the sound bar across the room was low and pleasant, the melody soothing to your frayed nerves. Your fingers played with the tassels on the corner of the pillow behind you, busying yourself as you allowed another gulp of wine to coast down your throat. This would be your first time… taking charge, so to speak, in your relationship with Shouto.

The dynamic between you was equal back and forth in all other aspects except for your sexual relationship— although sometimes he managed to sneakily pay for more of your dates than you liked to admit. You were still getting your footing as a couple, still in that unbelievable, all-consuming honeymoon phase where the pair of you were so obsessed with each other that your heart felt like bursting whenever his lips pressed against yours. So, taking this step— leap, rather— was quite a bold move.

Shouto returned from down the hallway, a gentle smile turning the corner of his lips upright. You could smell the cologne that wafted off of him as he moved to sit beside you on the couch, his arm naturally reaching out to lay behind your shoulders, allowing his warmth to spread and seep into your side.

“Would you like to watch something, love?” he inquired.

It was unfair of him to look that good while he was just asking you a simple question.

You fake-pondered the suggestion for a minute, entertaining him as the lust in his gaze only increased by the second. “Hmm… not really,” you replied honestly. “I kind of had something else in mind.”

He mirrored you as you tipped back the rest of your glass, setting the thin-stemmed crystal to the side. “Oh?”

His voice had dropped an octave, his eyelids drooping as you watched the salacious intent sharpen within his brilliant irises. It was almost too much, being the target of his desire— it made you forget for a moment that you were the one taking charge tonight. Only for a second, though.

“Yeah,” you whispered in the most wanton tone you could muster. You scooted closer to him, pressing up against his side fully, and placing your hand on his far shoulder. That took him by surprise, if the flicker of the emotion across his features was any indication. It was gone as soon as it came, but that was fine— you were just getting started, after all.

Shouto’s eyes met yours as your hand trailed up to cup his jaw, your heavy gazes locking just before your lips captured his. He was still for a moment, savoring the feel of your lips on his before he pulled you closer to him, his arm wrapping tight around the small of your back. It wasn’t long before the innocence of your initiation melted off, and his tongue greeted yours as you parted your lips for him. He tasted like the confection you had split for dessert, mixed with the tang from the wine you’d both just downed. His sweet tongue was a welcome flavor, brushing against yours as his hand moved to caress the back of your head. Time seemed to warp as you drowned each other in kisses, and you found yourself almost losing track of your plans once again. But you forced yourself to remain conscious of the situation— managing to take off his shirt and tie, revealing his sculpted torso to you.

Knowing that Shouto was just as consumed with the kiss as you were, you took the opportunity to sneak the handcuffs from underneath the cushion, balancing them on the top of the sofa skillfully. He sighed as you let your fingers slide through his silky locks, his breath hot on your slick mouth before his lips covered yours once again. Then, you trailed your nails down his forearms, grasp tightening around his wrists and pressing them up beside his head. You peeked at him through low-lidded eyes, reassured when you saw his eyes were shut and brow scrunched— seeming to enjoy your little power play, completely oblivious. A thrill struck through you as you swiftly transferred his wrists to the awaiting fluffy cuffs, the telltale click too fast for him to realize what was happening, for both his hands were secured in the device in under a second.

Shouto stiffened, his body jerking as he tried to move his hands to your sides. His eyes snapped open, looking to you in confusion before he glanced at his wrists, the pure shock blooming on his face, plain as day. You moved in to kiss the soft skin on his throat, taking the chance his surprise gave you as the wheels began to turn once again in his brain. Once he seemed to recuperate, his jaw hung open as he tried to find the right words— any words, really. But your lips on his neck only slowed him further, your hands slipping up to rub at his chest while you continued your ministrations. He tried to say your name in admonishment, but you crawled onto his lap at that exact moment, and it turned out sounding more like a moan instead.

“What… what is this, love?” He finally managed to ask, his voice deliciously low and gravely, rumbling against your front as you shamelessly pressed your body against his. He tipped his head back as you sucked at the skin beneath his jaw, holding in another moan while he inspected the cuffs further. “Where did you manage to get these?”

He was, of course, referring to the restraints around his wrists. He was right to question it— the cuffs around his wrists were the very same ones he saw on the daily, thanks to his profession. They were of professional grade— high caliber, quirk-canceling cuffs— identical to the pair that laid in the pack of his hero suit in his bedroom closet. He tried to activate his ice just a little, but wasn’t surprised to find his powers did not answer his request.

You stirred your hips around his lap, causing his attention to return to you instantly. His gaze grew more desirous as he inspected you, your insides fluttering with a quiet relief that he seemed into the whole charade. “I have my ways~” you replied vaguely. There was no way in hell you were going to bring up how you had to beg your friend Bakugou for months on end to get your hands on a pair of these babies. You could tell him that later, when your sexy-time was over. Instead, you kissed him again, brushing his corded neck with your thumbs on either side, cradling his face the way you knew he loved so dearly.

Shouto dropped it immediately, not wanting to push it when you were grinding on top of his lap, taking the reins and smothering him with your soft, sweet lips. “They’re pink,” he managed to observe, his breath getting choppy as you stole all of it away.

It was true, the cuffs boasted a fuzzy, pink material around the insides so that the restraints wouldn’t be so harsh against his pretty skin. The color looked simply divine on him, a perfect mix between the two shades of his hair. You had hot-glued the plush cloth to the cuffs the other day, and while it seemed like a ratchet method, it was the only way you could get the damn things to stick.

“They are pink,” you confirmed, brushing your lips against his ear, your teeth gently scraping on the outer shell. “You wanna know what else is pink?”

His hips bucked and his strong thigh pressed against your core through your clothes, pleasure shooting through you at the sudden stimulation. He answered without hesitation, “Yes. Yes, I do.”

You smiled at his honesty, confidence leaking into your veins from his agile reply. “Ask me nicely, and I’ll consider showing you.”

His eyes rolled back as you pressed down harder onto his lap, his slacks now forming a rather tight looking tent at the front, which you took full advantage of rubbing yourself against. “Please show me, Y/n. Show me what else is pink baby, please, I want to see…”

There was no way you weren’t going to oblige after that, so you smirked to yourself and got off his lap, moving to stand before him. Shouto scooted forward slightly, his legs spreading to showcase the length trapped between them as his eyes burned into yours. You took your time fiddling with the back of your dress, sliding the zipper down and then carefully slipping the garment off your shoulders and down your hips.

“Fuck.”

And there went the eloquence he was so renowned for.

Shouto’s tongue wandered across the bottom of his teeth as his eyes flicked up and down your body, taking in how the pink lingerie clung to every dip and curve on your body. The pure lust on his face made another wave of confidence surge through you, and you turned as you stepped out of the dress, making sure to shake your ass for him a little as you bent over.

“Get over here and take these off.”

You looked back at him, a mix of amused and aroused at his sudden change of inflection. He didn’t sound all that complacent now, his voice deep and demanding— the one that you were accustomed to whispering nasty things into your ear while he rearranged your guts.

“I don’t think so, baby.”

His brow rose the quickest you’d ever seen, the surprise evident on his face yet again. “Excuse me?” he balked.

You stood upright and turned to face him, unapologetic and unafraid as you stalked closer to his sitting form. Spreading your legs so that you were straddling him, you leaned into him, your face was right in front of his as you whispered, “I said, I don’t think so, baby.”

If he tried to stop the shiver that coursed through his body, it didn’t work. His eyes closed and he inhaled sharply as you rubbed yourself against his lap, your cunt dampening the lace that separated your core from his slacks. Your hands crawled down his torso, taking your time to knead the taut muscles that lined his front. When you reached the top of his slacks, you smirked and thumbed over the well-kept trail of red and white that disappeared underneath. You helped him maneuver so that he was rid of the luxurious clothing, leaving him only in a pair of boxer briefs that looked rather tight at the moment. His cock was visible through the dark material, a long and thick temptation to stray from your agenda.

“One sec,” you nearly giggled as you ran over to the kitchen, taking the bowl you had prepared when he was in the bedroom earlier from the microwave.

Shouto watched you from the couch, still trying to devise a plan to get out of his restraints and take his revenge on you. But that all slipped away the moment you returned and stooped to your knees in between his legs, and he could see what the contents of the bowl in your hands was, exactly. It looked like… milk?

As if you could read his mind, you drizzled some of the melted liquid off the spoon and onto your finger, offering him a taste. Like he had done in the restaurant, he made sure to keep your gaze as his tongue curled around your finger, lips closing and sucking the food in question off. His eyes lit up at the distinct sweetness, his mouth following your digit slightly as you pulled it back.

White chocolate.

You laughed to yourself, happy that he seemed interested— his cock jerking against his thigh when you took a spoonful and began to drizzle it over his chest. It was hot, the chocolate molten so that you had to trace over the lines you made swiftly with your tongue, ensuring it didn’t harden and stick to his skin.

Shouto started moaning as you licked up and down his body, watching as your pink muscle trailed around his body, all the while avoiding the one area he really wanted you to pay attention to. A dark spot had started to form at the tip of his cock, and he was painfully hard.

You suckled at one of his nipples, a spot which you knew he was especially sensitive to. He groaned as his head fell back against the cushions, rutting up against you with measured precision. It was hot having him under your complete control, having him squirm and moan beneath you, desperate for your touch. You were sure your panties were drenched by now, there was no way you weren’t with the way he was looking up at you.

Finally you moved your attention to his thighs, his ass moving off the couch instantly as your fingers curled into his underwear, dragging them down his legs and depositing them onto the floor. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight of his erect cock, looking full and beckoning. The fucsia tip was engorged and shining with precum, evidence of his arousal that glistened in the low lighting and left a thin path down the length of him. The cool air of the room must have felt intense for him, for his length reached forward on its own, begging for your touch.

Shouto said your name lowly, gravel in his voice as he watched you eye his cock. He damn well knew that you were thinking about how good it would feel to just slip your panties to the side and press him inside of you, how amazing it would be to have him stretching your cunt with his cock. He was sure that he would slip right in, too— he didn’t have any doubt that you were wet from teasing him like this.

You kept his gaze as you spooned around the outline of his flushed member, from one thigh to the other, along the bottom of his abs and over his prominent V. The fire in his eyes only ignited further as he watched your tongue move across his skin, the white liquid pooling against the muscle and gathering in your mouth. His cock strained as it tried to reach for you, wanting for you to milk its own white liquid from it instead of the melted chocolate. Then, you were climbing onto his lap again, offering the melted candy to him while you gripped his shoulders.

His tongue met yours with enthusiasm, sweeping off the chocolate and collecting it into his mouth. You moaned as he eagerly took the liquid from you, taking his time afterwards so that his tongue mingled with yours, enrapturing you in another kiss. Once again his hips jerked up against you, his cock dragging across your clit through your lingerie. You tried to scowl at him, but it felt too good and you ended up letting out a soft mewl instead.

Shouto looked pleased as the noise slithered out of you, his arms straining to reach for you but the cuffs stopping him from doing so. He growled at the restraints, the short chain clinking as he fought against it futilely. “Y/n, please,” he huffed, irritated. “Just take these off and I’ll reward you.”

Shaking your head, you gyrated across his lap again, eliciting a groan from him. “What if I just take the reward for myself?” you purred, getting up and pushing him down to lay back onto the couch.

He was about to object when you slipped your panties down your thighs. Voice caught in his throat, he watched a strand of slick stretch between them and your cunt before he shut his mouth and leaned back, complacent. He seemed to understand what you wanted, keeping his arms still above his head as you slipped your legs between them, then planting your knees beside his neck. He clicked his tongue at your demand, but he didn’t wait long before he split your folds with it instead.

You could feel him smirk against your cunt when you moaned, the direct stimulation strong enough to make your toes curl already. The position allowed him to cup your ass with his hands, fingers digging into your plush flesh as he moved the skilled muscle to trace along your clit. He switched between kissing the bundle of nerves and sucking on it, savoring the way your legs began to shake on either side of his head.

All the while, you busied yourself with kissing down his chest, slowly getting closer and closer to his cock that was leaking onto his toned stomach. You didn’t bother with the chocolate any more, and you didn’t care to tease him either— you wrapped your hand around him and took the head into your mouth, moaning as your lips pulled tight around him.

“God— so good, baby” Shouto gasped, throbbing in your hand as his fingernails dented the skin on your ass. He moaned into your pussy, pushing his tongue inside your entrance and moving it feverishly against your velvet walls. His hips drove up and you gagged around his cock, which only made him pull your body tighter against his face, working harder against your cunt. The pre helped him slide into your throat easier, your spit beginning to drip down his length as you struggled to pace yourself, head bobbing as best you could.

He continued to slurp at your entrance vigorously, even with the restraints making it hard for him to hold onto you. You could feel his smooth hair tickling the insides of your thighs as your hips swung back and forth over his mouth, your fingers cutting shallow grooves into his thighs as you slid his length along your tongue.

“Fuck, just like that,” you paused, saliva shining on your lips as you glanced down at Shouto, his tongue rubbing at your clit with steady licks. You took a moment to enjoy the view, his chiseled jaw protruding as he ravaged your sex, having abandoned any defiance he previously harbored. You luxuriated in another minute of his sensual efforts before you moved your hips back, carefully taking your legs out from between his arms and moving so that Shouto was sat upright, and you were hovering over his lap again.

A silvery sheen covered the bottom half of Shouto’s face, his eyes blazing into yours as he wiped his chin with the back of his cuffed hand, then licking his lips. Even if you were the one in charge here, he knew how to rile you up, and he certainly knew how to deliver as well. You just didn’t expect for him to try to fluster you.

“Did that feel good, Master?”

You sputtered at the sudden title, eyes wide and body still while you lingered above his lap, his hard cock grazing your slick thighs. Your mouth hung open as you tried to formulate words, the shock evident on your face. “I—”

Shouto seemed charmed by your lack of response, your brain still buffering as you tried to process what he had just called you. He raised his cuffs over his head, settling into the couch while he thought he had managed to snag the upper hand from you.

Like hell you were going to pass him the reins.

“That felt so good, baby,” you purred, enjoying the shock that suddenly appeared in his vibrant irises. You dragged your hand down his chest, fingertips bumping over one of his rose-colored nipples. “You’re such a good boy for me.”

His cock smacked against your thigh, your eyes glinting down at him as his body betrayed him in his fleeting attempt to hide his response to your praise. Suddenly the mischievous look in his gaze had dissipated, melting into longing instead. He seemed confused by the sudden change of emotion, but you didn’t give him long to contemplate it— you lightly drew your nails down his abdomen and grasped his cock, a startled noise sounding from his throat. Tracing the swollen head against your slit, you doused him with your arousal, teasing the pair of you as you dipped the tip just barely inside before rearing back. You half expected him to thrust up and sheathe himself inside of you, but he only laid there beneath you, watching your core glide against his length in assent. His legs twitched with the urge to feel your silky cunt around him, but he remained still, athletic thighs strained while his hips wiggled just barely. His eyes widened as you turned around, presenting your bare ass to his gaze and allowing your cunt to part, dragging it along the vein on the underside of his erection.

“Aha—” he sucked a breath in through his grating teeth, brow furrowed and gaze focused on where your bodies connected on his lap. “Please Y/n…”

You looked over your shoulder at him, catching how his pupils were dark and full of lust. There was nothing you wanted more than to stuff him inside you already, but you had to hear him utter it one more time before you allowed the both of you to sink into pleasure. “Please, what, Shouto?”

His gaze lifted from his lap to meet your eyes, full of desire. He whispered, this time much more shameful than the last, “Please sit on my cock… Master.”

You smirked, straightening your hips over his, arching your back, and sinking down onto his awaiting length. Impaling yourself with his cock always hurt at first, the girth of him stretching your sopping core like nothing else— no one else— could. It was impossible to stop yourself from crying out, agreement coming from Shouto in prefect harmony. The cuffs clinked as his hands flew down to grab your waist, awkwardly placing them on your lower back as he couldn’t grab you as he desired, thanks to the pink, fuzzy restraints.

“Good boy~” you moaned, ass jerking back to swing your hips down onto the tops of his solid thighs. There was a ridiculous amount of pleasure that coursed through you with each rut of your hips against his, beginning to find a rhythm as the lewd smacks interrupted the soft music humming from the other side of the room. His cock jumped in response to your praise, stretching to press into a spot nestled deep inside your gummy walls.

Shouto watched you shiver through hooded eyes, feeling your cunt clench down onto him as your hips pushed down to get his cock to press harder inside of you. “Fuck, that feels so good,” he groaned, head tossing back over the back of the sofa, a long moan following.

“Oh God,” you whimpered, knees pushing into the cushions so you could find an arch that allowed the very tip of him to relocate the same angle, again and again. Your slick started to drip down your thighs and onto the tops of his, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease. You felt like your stomach was on fire with how turned on you were— having him at your complete mercy made your cunt tighten around him, lust clouding your head.

One of your hands moved behind you and planted on his abs to help leverage your weight as you bounced on his lap, the other hand sneaking between your legs to toy with your neglected clit. Shouto whined when your fingers touched the sensitive nub, your pussy squeezing his cock even tighter at the stimulation. It felt amazing to rub yourself with his cock plunging deep inside of you, your slick bountiful enough to spread across your clit and aid your efforts.

You kept up the pace, your thighs beginning to tremble as the pressure in your stomach continued to heighten. All the while, Shouto was moaning from beneath you, trying to hold his noises of content back, but failing each time. His large, rough hands trailed up and down your spine while you humped his lap, the metal of the cuffs a sharp contrast on your skin from the soft, pink cloth you fixed onto them.

“Slow down, love,” he choked out, the words heavy in his throat. There was no way he was going to last at the pace you were setting, not after you had handcuffed him, sucked him off, and started throwing your ass back onto his lap. You didn’t want to stop, but you knew that if you ignored his plea he was going to cum too soon. “Wait—” he whined when you got off his lap, standing up and turning around, letting him watch as you unhooked your bra.

You didn’t make him wait long, though. Your knees sank bank into the cushions on either side of him, but this time, your front was facing him. Shouto took in the sight of your naked chest gratefully, taking it upon himself to slip one of your nipples into his mouth. Guiding his wet cock back between your legs, you exhaled as you lowered yourself onto him again. Teeth grazed across your chest, your fingers winding through the short hairs at the back of his neck and carding through them. The new position allowed him to reach new depths when you fully sat on his lap, your toes curling at the edge of the cushion. You rolled your hips in slow and precise circles, grinding his length inside of you brazenly.

Leaning in so that your teeth could pinch at his bottom lip, you forced him to look up at you, savoring the fucked-out expression painted across his handsome features. “Fuck baby, your cock feels so good inside me,” you whispered, lips trailing across his cheek so that you could nip at his ear and test your newfound discovery another time. “You’re such a good boy, Shouto~”

Pure euphoria crashed through you as he bucked his hips up, slamming his cock balls-deep inside of you. You knew that you were supposed to be the dominant one right now, but it was impossible to keep the moan his action induced inside.

“Anything for you, Master,” he grunted, a sinful crackle in his tone as his tongue traced over your collar bone.

It didn’t help that his voice was so damn deliciously low— he was already sexy enough on his own. But when he had you all to himself, he stepped it up another level that none could ever imagine existed— the side of him that was devoted to your pleasure, the side of him that was dedicated to pulling orgasm after orgasm from your body until you were left boneless and breathless.

Shouto began to bounce you on his lap slightly, meeting you each time your hips fell down so that he could push entirely inside of you every time. You didn’t want to let him take over just yet, but his hips never seemed to tire, even now when yours began to tremble with exertion. That familiar pressure was back and building again, faster than last time in between your hips. Shouto was well aware of your declining energy, his hands cupping your breasts and thumbing over the hard buds on each one, the cuffs digging into your middle with each thrust.

“Take the cuffs off, Y/n,” he murmured, fingers twisting at your nipples gently. Then he started to suck a hickey into your cleavage, his cool breath making goosebumps appear on your skin.

“No,” you gasped as you dropped particularly hard onto his cock, silky inner walls spreading especially deep as his length pressed inside of you. “I can’t— have to make you feel good —agh, fuck!”

He flashed you a short smile, huffing as you continued your efforts on his lap. “I feel good when you feel good,” he replied, pinching at you harder, relishing the sweet moan that tumbled from your open mouth. “Please, I’ll behave, promise.”

You didn’t need to hear anything else from him, leaning back and swiping the key from underneath the book on the coffee table— where you had stashed it when you hid the cuffs in the first place. As soon as the cuffs were off, Shouto tossed them to the other side of the room, the pink restraints clattering as they landed somewhere on the floor. His hand immediately gripped your waist, fingers spreading out across your lower back, and tilting you back slightly while he leaned forward, thrusting up into you with fervor. The other hand made a makeshift ponytail of your hair, pulling it so your throat was exposed with your head thrown back.

The sudden change in angle elicited a pathetic mewl from your chest, his cock hammering into your g-spot at such a pace that you were instantly brought to the brink of an orgasm. You clung onto his shoulders for dear life, his head buried in your neck while he sucked his mark into your skin, the wet, quick slaps of your fronts meeting repeatedly echoing through the apartment rhythmically.

“S’That feel good, Master?” His tongue trailed up your throat and he nibbled at your ear, just as you had done to him just minutes ago.

You could barely think, your cunt pulsing as you got closer and closer to cumming right around his cock, your fingernails digging into the thick muscles that lined his shoulders. “Y-Yes, fuck— so good— such a good boyyy~” you cried, tears gathering to dot along your lashline, your body overwhelmed with the ecstasy rushing through your entirety. “God, Shouto— I, I’m gonna—”

“Do it, love,” he ordered, hands dropping so that each cupped an ass cheek, spreading your legs even more so that each thrust was ensured to drive as deep inside of you as possible. He could feel your pussy clamping down on him, squeezing his cock hard enough that you must’ve been right on the edge, just needing that extra little push. “Please— ahh fuck, I— I want you to cum on my cock. Cum for me, Master.”

That was all it took for you to be creaming on his length, your body quivering in his hands as your cunt fluttered with bliss. It felt like the world was crumbling away and that Shouto and you were the only two people on the planet, like he was pouring oxygen into your veins just as you were about to run out of breath.

As you were still in the throes of your orgasm, Shouto maneuvered you so that your back was pressed up against the top of the coffee table in front of the couch, falling to his knees and throwing your shaking legs over his shoulders. The bowl of white chocolate and the magazines in the corner of the table fell down onto the hardwood floor, but neither of you were paying attention to the sound of the ruckus.

He began fucking you then, his hands clasping your thighs so that your body stayed close enough for him to slam his hips into yours without mercy. “Fuck Y/n, you’re so sexy, look at you, baby,” he hissed, taking a moment to examine your puffy cunt, spitting on it crudely before a thumb began to rub at your clit earnestly. “I’m your good boy, huh? See how good I fuck my Master?”

“Oh God— oh, fuck Shouto, yes! Don’t stop!” you exclaimed, and somehow, even though you were still cumming from before, another pressure started to build in your stomach, gathering faster than you could comprehend.

A heightened euphoria rushed through your nerves and tickled at the ends of your limbs, different from before. You whimpered when you realized what was happening, but by then it was too late to warn him— Shouto was pounding into you relentlessly, and his thumb steady on your clit only made your high arrive even faster. A strangled moan slipped out of you as clear liquid splashed across his abdomen, your body shivering and convulsing as it struggled to handle the pleasure he delivered to you. You had certainly orgasmed before, but this was as if the pleasure you had felt increased tenfold, leaving you truly wrecked and exhausted.

You were still squirting as you came to, and when you were finally able to look at him, you watched as he stroked his slick cock with ferocity. His eyes were focused on your soaked thighs before they closed and he groaned deeply, ribbons of white spurting past his hand and splattering across your breasts and stomach. His palm slapped onto the tabletop beside your waist while he hunched forward, out of breath as pleasure wracked through his fit body, the muscles that lined his torso heaving while his pink cock throbbed in his hand.

Your head fell back onto the table as you recuperated, shocked that he had just made you squirt all over him, and then he proceeded to cum at the sight, painting you white with his spend. Another minute passed and you were still trying to find your breath, coming down from your high, even though Shouto had already recovered from his.

A warm hand cupped the back of your neck, and you opened your eyes, realizing suddenly that you were secure in his arms, moving past the messy living room and down the hallway to his bedroom. His lips pressed against your forehead softly when he entered his room, your heart skipping a beat in your chest as you took in the dozens of lit candles that lined the walls and windows. It only continued when he turned into the ensuite, the bath filled with cloudy pink water, flower petals floating on the still surface and littering the surrounding tiles.

“Shouto— this is…” you tried to sit up in his arms, but he only held you tighter against his chest. There was a proud look that lingered in his eye, yet he only offered you a soft smile as you looked between him and your surroundings. No one had ever committed such a romantic act for you before, and you sure as hell hadn’t been expecting such a suave move from your boyfriend of a couple months.

So this is what he must’ve been doing when you had returned from dinner.

“There were bubbles, but someone distracted me and they must’ve popped while we were preoccupied,” he explained, fingers brushing a strand of hair to the side of your face.

“I— it’s perfect, baby,” you chirped as enthusiastically as you could, your body still drained from the exertion of two consecutive orgasms. “Thank you, I love it.”

He hummed as he shifted your weight to one arm, reaching out and activating his quirk to heat the water to the right temperature again. You sat in his arms, satiated and more content than ever as you surveyed his handsome face. Surely there would be hearts in your eyes, with how loved you felt in this moment.

Once he was satisfied with the warmth the water offered, he stepped into the tub, slowly submerging the two of you in the pleasant-scented bath. The warmth flooded into your tired bones, your body happy to be swaddled in his embrace as he held you close. You hummed as you rested your head against his chest, hand coming to rest beside your face.

“How’s the water? Just let me know and I’ll fix it to your liking… Master.”

You scoffed and slapped at his chest, the pink water splashing across his pale skin. He donned a genuine smile at the sound of your laughter, calloused fingers stroking down your spine. “Shut up,” you managed, cupping his neck and pressing a kiss to his throat to show your words held no real intent, “It’s perfect, I mean it. Thank you, Sho.”

Shouto’s smile remained, his eyes soft as his leg curled around one of yours beside the porcelain of the tub. “You deserve it,” he murmured, thumb swiping across your cheek to rid you of a water droplet that had splashed onto you from your attack. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”

─── ・°* ﾟ✧:* • ｡ﾟ:*･☽･*: ｡ﾟ•*:✧ ﾟ*°・ ───

happi belated vday babes!! <3 once again, sorry it’s late~ I hope you all had a good one tho!! :3 love y’all <3 <3 <3

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ivy-loves-chocolate · 3 years

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Always wanted to ask for : Wesker x his SO in first few months of relationship at Umbrella (trying to hide work romance because of Albert's dumb work rules, but fails miserably) :D

Note: I gotta admit, it did occur in my mind at some point but never put it on paper. Thank you so much for being patient💜 It would also help me a lot if you can drop a comment or reblog 🤗

Pairing: Albert Wesker x F!Reader

Warnings: none.

-> Wesker is a calculated man who prefers logical thinking over feelings, so he doesn’t believe in romance or in the concept of relationship. For him, a partner is that person who you rely on to satisfy your needs and then move on with your life and goals. When they first met, his soon-to-be partner was aware of his ways, yet it was a surprise for both when things evolved into a separate direction, one that seemed like a traditional relationship. They would often meet after work, with Wesker coming to check on y/n for foolish reasons or y/n coming to ask Wesker silly questions. They yearned for each other attention and y/n was the first to initiate a serious talk about their feelings. Wesker enjoyed her company and he didn’t lie to himself when admitting that there was a slight sense of competition between them. Not that it bothered him, in fact, he liked a more competitive partner because it would push him to work harder on his skills.

-> And so they began dating, a weird territory for both of them since they have a deeper connection with their work rather than their personal life. Since Wesker is a strict and organized man, he’ll try to set boundaries between them so things won’t get out of control. He’ll focus more on what the outside world sees, meaning he won’t be comfortable expressing their affection in public. Mostly he will be the now to push her away every time she wants to be affectionate with him. Albert doesn’t want useless rumors circulating around. Not that he cares about what others think, he just doesn’t like people barging into his personal life or make assumptions about it. He tries to keep it professional and he can’t with y/n beside him because he melts the second that woman touches him. Because of this calming effect, he cannot think straight and he can’t risk mixing the wrong chemicals. So, the fewer interactions, the better. In their privacy, they both act like normal couples with no trouble expressing themselves.

->Speaking of public, one of his greatest fear is Annette, William’s wife, because she won’t hesitate to tease the poor man. She knows him as an incurable bachelor and finally having someone will be a premier of her mocking show. She has a liking for mocking Albert and it's not due to some hidden friendship, but more to an antipathy between them. She claims to be a bad influence on her family, but she doesn’t realize is that the only bad influence in William’s life is his own work. Next in line would be his sister, Alex, who has great satisfaction in teasing him due to their sibling rivalry. She is a mean queen and will show no mercy to her adoptive brother. His significant other is no exception. Alex would gladly run to her and tell her all these embarrassing secrets about Wesker, like his emo phase, the time he dreamed to be in a band and practice his growl ending up woking an entire institution one night, and the list goes on. What she enjoys the most is the picture she has of him from when he was in the army and was forced to have a crew cut. William wouldn’t care as he is too preoccupied with his research. How many juicy secrets slipped through William’s ear, secrets many would die to know (literally). He would just nod and keep starring throughout the small lenses of the microscope. It’s not the first time Wesker tells him about his amorous life, so his brain switches to autopilot mode. Sherry would be the most awkward and she will ask if y/n is her new aunt.

-> It works great. Wesker managed to keep the situation under control until he started to lose control over himself. He feels so better and confident in this relationship with y/n that he can’t resist not praising this woman for the good she makes him feel. So, he will kiss her while gently whispering a “thank you” whenever she would help him with his work. He will hold her hand in the cafeteria and leave small presents on her desk whenever he would arrive earlier (chocolate, flowers, samples).

-> It’s obvious he had plenty relationship in the past, some in the traditional way, some modern ones, wither were visible for the public eye or not.

-> One of the main reasons he was afraid of opening up at the beginning was to protect himself. He can’t possibly tell how it will evolve so it’s easier to set boundaries. He has enough experience to know that everything is sweet at the beginning, that both fake it, and that it can turn out very bad. He wants to get to know his s/o before displaying their affection to the public or to get more emotionally involved. However, Y/N doesn’t seem to be bothered by this. She wants to take it slow as well, even if she wants to jump on him whenever she sees him. What can’t you love at him? He’s smart, handsome, responsible, and had a stable job. Sure he can be weird but y/n can see past that.

Wesker was meticulously watching the cells moving through the microscope lenses. It was a normal human blood sample that was about to be infected with the T-virus. Without moving from his position, he greeted his s/o who just made her way in the lab searching for some samples as well. He can’t get enough of her. He’s been breaking his stupid rules for weeks now. First, he held her hand in the cafeteria while waiting in line, then subtle hugs or shoulder massages while she was working, then small kisses that he didn’t care they turned out to be more passionate for the public eye. The relationship turned out to be better than expected and he sees it as a success. Besides, as the relationship advanced, Wesker became more aware of the other male coworkers who flirted with y/n (unaware of their relationship at that time), so he had to mark his belongings. Everyone knows about them, yet they know better than to be intrusive. As expected, Annette and Alex had their fun in teasing the couple and y/n had her fun in seeing Albert in a crew cut. He was adorable.

Once she got her samples, she went next to Albert without disturbing him.

Her fingers gently slid between his large ones while the other hand put down the samples and grabbed his arm. He squeezed gently her hand not taking his eyes from the microscope.

“Can you pass me the T-virus sample?”

“The blue one?”

“Mhm” he nodded.

Without breaking the hold, she passed him what he asked for.

Once the substance made contact with the blood Albert muttered under his breath “It’s working.” He said as the cell rapidly moved.

“What’s working?”

“The virus becomes more efficient.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

Albert couldn’t tell. He didn’t understand Spencer’s intentions so he couldn’t really have a proper reaction.

“I guess.” He stood up taking y/n in a proper hug. Her head was resting on his chest and she could hear his racing heartbeat. Something troubled him but she didn’t know why.

“You know can talk to me.” She lifted her head so she can look at him but he looked down at her with a worried gaze.

“It’s nothing, relax.” His hands moved to her shoulder and he pressed his lips on her forehead staying like that for a few seconds. The sound his lips made when he pulled away echoed in the room. They’ve been sitting in silence for a couple of minutes in each other’s embrace until Albert finally calmed down. He really needs to learn how to express his feelings.

#albert wesker x reader #albert wesker #resident evil

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blackstonesandtrapnest · 4 years

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If your’re still open for requests, could you do a headcanon for Letty Ortiz?🥰

Yes I can :) Since you weren’t specific, I assume you mean the typical SFW/NSFW headcanons! I’m so glad someone finally requested for Letty because she’s one of my favorite Fast and Furious characters and I’m a fan of Michelle Rodriguez in general :) I hope you enjoy these and I’m sorry they took so long!

~~SFW~~

1. Letty isn't your typical woman and can't be wooed through typical means. She isn't one for flowers and chocolates so you'll have to use unconventional methods to get her attention. Letty is bisexual so gender isn't an issue for her. She can be difficult to approach because of her resting bitch face and moodiness but she's harmless once you establish yourself as a non-threat.

2. If you know your way around cars, you'll already have Letty's attention regardless of whether you can race or not. If you can race, then she's all yours! If you don't have the courage to approach Letty, she'll most likely ask you out first. She doesn't like to beat around the bush and if she wants you, she's gonna make a move.

3. Letty is down to earth and can spot bullshit from a mile away so don't even bother trying to impress her by being flashy or being something you're not. Letty will humor you for a while for shits and giggles but when/if things get serious, she's gonna call you out on your BS with no filter.

4. With that being said, you're gonna need some thick skin to be with Letty. While she won't go out of her way to be an asshole, she's brutally honest and pulls no punches. She loves and respects herself and demands the same from you while giving it to you in return. If you carry yourself in the same way, Letty will love you even more!

5. If you lack self-confidence, self-esteem, or anything else related to that, Letty's your gal to help you with those issues! She'll uplift you and give you the guidance you need to move forward with your life. But Letty won't coddle you and if you need the help of a professional as well, then she will be the first to tell you.

6. Even in her older years, Letty still has a wild streak and isn't afraid to have a little fun so if you like having an adventure with some adrenaline, she's always down for it! She loves spontaneity and if you suggest something random out of the blue, she'll be happier than a pig in slop!

7. Letty's biggest character trait is loyalty. She is "Ride or Die" personified. No matter what happens between you two and no matter what issues you may have, Letty will always be by your side and she won't ever betray you or hurt you. Even if you two break up (assuming it's amicable), she wants to remain in your life and will still be there for you. It takes a lot for Letty to give up on someone and if she lets you go, then you've fucked up immensely and good luck getting back into her heart after the fact.

8. The main obstacle in being with Letty is that she can be too critical and harsh. Even if you have thick skin, it'll wear on you eventually. Sometimes Letty just keeps it too real. If you have an issue with it, just tell her and Letty will apologize and try to be more uplifting. She doesn't mean to hurt you and just wants you to be best version of yourself that you can be.

9. Another obstacle with Letty is jealousy and possessiveness but she gets better at this in her older years. It's not that she doesn't trust you. She doesn't trust other people and she'll be damned if she loses you to someone else. In Letty's mind, you'll never truly be hers and while this mindset definitely has its benefits, it can also have its drawbacks as well. If you're feeling smothered, just speak up and Letty will listen and back off....for the time being.

10. Letty is pretty affectionate and handsy both in public and in private especially when she's feeling possessive of you. Expect a few kisses and a hand on your ass or her arm around your waist while in public and a full-blown make-out session when in private which will end up leading to other activities.

~~NSFW~~

1. Letty is highly selective when it comes to dating and she's even more selective when it comes to sex. She doesn't want to waste her time dealing with shitty people and she needs to know if you're a keeper or not. So it's safe to say that Letty won't be sleeping with you until she knows she has you on lock.

2. Is it worth the wait? Hell yes! Letty is very passionate in bed and to her, there are very few things more pleasurable than making love with her significant other. She's a switch which makes her more flexible when it comes to sexual preferences. Letty's down for whatever!

3. Letty likes it rough and she likes it hard. Spank her, pull her hair, bite her, talk dirty to her, the works! Her safe word is "Mazda" and if you have any boundaries or things you don't like, Letty will respect that and treat you like the king/queen you are!

4. If you want Letty to be slow and sensual, she'll have a hard time getting adjusted to that because she's never done it before. But once she does get used to it, Letty will be so tender that your orgasms will bring you to tears! The only time Letty will be slow and sensual is during aftercare.

5. Location and atmosphere is important to Letty. She won't just have sex with you whereever and whenever. There has to be some build-up to it and the location has to be just right and private. Letty isn't one for having sex in public and will shoot you down if you initiate it. You wanna fuck her? Wait until you two get a room!

6. Letty's favorite position is doggystyle without a doubt! She also likes any variation of cowgirl and the lotus. If you're a woman, Letty prefers fingers and tongue because it feels better but that doesn't mean she opposes sex toys! Strap-ons and dildos will be your best friends in bed with her! Also she's a size queen so expect some stretching to happen.

7. If you wanna get Letty riled up and make her extra horny, call her "Mami" or "Mistress". Whether it's in bed or out of it, her brain will turn to mush and if you thought she was rough before, oh boy! You don't know the half of it!

8. You'll have the same effect if you speak Spanish to Letty. Not in general but if you whisper something dirty in Spanish in her ear for example, Letty will passionately kiss you right then and there and if you're in private, you're getting fucked. No questions asked.

9. If you have any insecurities about your body or performance, don't be afraid to tell Letty. She has a praise kink and if you need reassuring, she'll praise you all the way to a holy orgasm! If you praise her in return, Letty will bask in it and act like a little shithead so don't stroke her ego too much!

10. Letty doesn't like humiliation at all. If you try that on her, she'll be giving you a death glare like never before and you'll be lucky if she even fucks you again! The most she'll do is verbal humilation and she'll also do it to you if you wish. It kinda goes hand-in-hand with her love for rough sex.

#Fast and Furious #fast and furious headcanons #letty ortiz #letty ortiz headcanons #bringing sexy back #answering lalala #fast and furious imagines

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silverpsychedelic · 4 years

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Balan, Lance and the Theatre Headcanons!

Here’s some more general headcanons for Balan, Lance and the Theatre because I absolutely did not delete the draft I had for the Lance headcanons and will have to start again (I’m not too upset tho I have a saved list lol). Once again massive shoutout to my friend Iris for helping me collaborate a lot of these!

- Balan and Lance are always representative of one side: Positive or Negative. But this balance can shift if given enough strain, which would ultimately switch their positions in the theatre (this is the idea I have for mine and Iris’ version of the swapped masks AU!) If Balan were to suffer from a great stress, he would change to represent more of the negative position while Lance would be pushed into the positive role. The Theatre will always maintain balance, no matter where they are on the scale. They both usually feel wildly uncomfortable with this, and it's extremely rare, even unheard of that they would switch completely. Something very very bad would have to happen to cause it.

- Balan and Lance have a trusted staff made up of costumes from the various worlds who will help keep the theatre spotless for Visitors, as well as perform general duties that are mostly allocated by Balan. My general theory is that Balan and Lance work together to oversee that hearts are restored, and Lance only plays the 'villain' because it's a vital part of the healing process. Someone’s gotta do it, right? It’s all following a sort of theatre program Balan has orchestrated, the worlds being the ‘acts’. And Lance and Balan will both maintain order to restore hearts of those who visit the Theatre. Regardless of their situation or mood, they'll act in a professional manner to keep the place running. Even if they hate each other at parts, they still respect each other and put stuff aside to help people.

- Balan likes to keep plants (there's SO many in the trailer) but this can go one of two ways: he's either super good at it and is a total plant dad, or he's absolutely horrendous and has killed cacti in the past, somehow. Now they're all plastic. Balan hates this, Lance thinks it's fucking hilarious.

- Nobody knows how or why, but the Theatre almost acts as if it's a living, breathing, sentient thing that seems to respond to Balan. Depending on his mood, the Theatre will respond in kind. If he's his usual self it's bright, inviting and cheery! But if he's in a bad mood, it can become dark and grey. If he grows too stressed -and I'm talking really stressed, the Theatre will appear to contort and crack in places. Balan also refers to the Theatre affectionately, calling it things like the old girl, darling, etc. Lance doesn't seem to have as much of a connection with it. - Continuing with this idea, it gives more sense to the accepted headcanon that Lance and Balan can’t leave the theatre to walk in the human world. Their souls are somehow tied to it, the Theatre is a part of them as much as they are a part of it. To attempt to leave means putting a massive, deadly strain on their souls -and that’s a proven fact after they had attempted to do so in the past for undisclosed reasons.

- While Balan can spend anywhere between 1-3 hours meticulously getting ready in the morning, Lance will usually roll out of bed and just wing it. Balan is also an insanely early riser and likes to wake up with the sunrise, while Lance will often sleep right in and avoid sunlight until they absolutely have to.

- the Theatre has way more rooms than it appears! Balan has a personal office where he conducts business that keeps the theatre in check (I like to think it's in that window over the front doors), there's a library, many rooms that have either been turned into storage areas, dance studios, staff bedrooms (if they choose not to go back to their worlds at the end of the day), kitchens, and of course Balan and Lance's respective rooms which are on opposite sides of the theatre. Lance prefers to exist in the darker, more quiet areas of the usually busy theatre.

- Balan likes to look at hats on the internet in his (scarce) free time, and Lance is an avid collector of soft plushies.

#Balan Wonderworld #Balan #Lance #Headcanons #take all these brainworms while I rewrite Lance's headcanons lol #In case you haven't noticed I vastly enjoy the silly headcanons #silverpsychedelic

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knowltonsrangers · 4 years

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Alphabet: Lafayette

[a/n: Here’s Laf!! For the lovely @thefanficnerd ❤️Hope u enjoy! ❤️]

Marquis de Lafayette x reader

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Anytime, any place, anywhere. Between tucking loose hairs back behind your ears, to looping your fingers together in a tight hold, the answer to affection is always yes. Laf shows affection in his own ways, and it’s these little things that send you into a flurry.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Oh, literally the sweetest guy! He’s a good friend, because he’s an excellent listener and is brimming with amazing advice. He’d always give you a choice, and never turn his back. If something were to occur with your friendship, he wouldn’t get mad and blow you off. He’d like to talk it out and make amends, if plausible. Text him at 3 am? He’ll answer moments later. He’d be there every step of the way, no matter what!

The friendship could start literally anywhere. Laf is a little less shy then Baker, so he’d spark a conversation just based on the shirt you’re wearing. Sitting next to him in a long lecture hall is always entertaining, because passing notes or working on assignments together is almost a given.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

OH BOY YES. Switches between big & little spoon, but I’d say he’s 75% of the time big spoon in cuddling. Just cause he’s always wanting to show how much he loves you, and when he’s got you in front of him, it takes so much willpower to not kiss you silly. He cuddles in bed, and snuggles on the couch.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Oh yes! Yes to settling down, for sure! It’ll only take a couple months of dating to see how much of his heart he gives to you, so moving in together is a given if you are down for that!

About cooking & cleaning, man he is absolutely the best roommate on those types of things. While you both have designated chores and such when it comes to cleaning, cooking is where it becomes fun. Time in the kitchen is best spent, because of the shared meals and laughs. Getting to make dinner together is almost as fun as eating it together!

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I hate to say it, but Laf is pretty loyal to a fault. He’s extremely trusting and maybe that goes over his head sometimes. If he had to break up with you for a reason, I’d take him some time alone to really think it over. It would most likely be an argument that would ignite the fire, but maybe a build up of things start the sparks.

Breaking up would be absolutely in person, and it would be calmly stated. No fighting, because his hearts already shattered.

(this made me so sad to type ffffs)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Commitment is 100%! When you got him, he’s yours. He wouldn’t jump down your throat about marriage, but it would come up naturally. Because it only takes him a short time to know that your his soulmate, and whenever you’re ready, he’ll wait until then!

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

GENTLE is like the word I use the most to describe Laf! (especially TURN! Laf) regarding physically, his touches are feather light and full of emotions. Emotionally, I’d say he has a better guard up than most. Similar to Baker, it’d take a low blow to see him get upset or angry. He’s careful with his feelings, but he’s very open with you about them.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

If y’all ain’t holding hands, y’all are hugging. Laf loves to slide his arms around your shoulders and squeeze you silly. He loves to mumble how much he loves you in your ear, and press kisses all along your temple. 🥺

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I’d say after six months, give or take. If one of you were to go away for a while, he’d probably say it then, because half his heart is missing when you’re not around. He’d either say it in a moment of confidence, or a moment of vulnerability. If you say it first, all his doubts vanish and he’ll reply energetically the same!

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

35%? That’s a bit much, and I don’t see him as a jealous boyfriend type! it’s not so much that he’s insecure, but it’s that he enjoys and cherishes his memories with you. If someone else were to wedge in and divide your relationship in half, he’d be jealous of the less and less time spent together.

And on what he’d do? He’d talk to you about it. Pull you aside about it one night. He’s eager and willing to find a solution!

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

ANGELIC. No cap! Soft and fluttery and warm. He loves to kiss you on the corners of your mouth, but kisses are never scarce just at the tops of your cheekbones. Kissing away any sad day tears :,)

He loves to be kissed on the underside of his jaw, but he melts when you peck him on the lips.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

BEST. Dad mode? Activated. He’ll sit himself right on the ground, no matter where, and carry on a conversation with a child for as long as they’d like. If you have family that is younger or an infant, he’s all over them at gatherings and such. His voice is so caring and soft, and his accent floats along with his words in such a calming tone.

Babies fall asleep in his arms INSTANTLY

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

smooching over coffee or tea. Just kidding! Well, kinda. Good Morning kisses are a must, and while it’s very difficult to get out of bed, y’all drag each other out. Monday’s it’s Laf, Friday’s it’s usually you. By the end of the week, you’re wiped out, and Laf is just a bundle of energy.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

MOVIE DATES AND DINNER DATES AND WALKS IN THE PARK AND HAND HOLDING AND FEEDING DUCKS. Could all be in one night or just several different dates. It doesn’t matter, Laf just enjoys doing the simplest things with you!

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Rather slowly, I’d say? It’s just by his nature to want to hear the most he can about you, because he’s throughly interested. He just wants to know your favorite color, food, season.. literally everything! And don’t be discouraged that he’s not sharing his favorites with you, just ask :) He actually doesn’t even realize that he’s withholding information. There is no keeping secrets with him!

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It takes a lot, and I mean a LOT to get Laf angry. He is so usually calm and collected, that seeing him in an angered frenzy is kinda shocking. If you catch him on a bad day, be careful to note that it’s most likely not his intention to direct any anger at you. If he catches himself being cross with you, expect a dozen apologies and kisses later.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He doesn’t have a photographic memory, but it’s pretty damn close! Birthdays, anniversaries, and important dates are always on his calendar!

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

when you said you loved him back 🥺 he’d be, for lack of a better term,,, apprehensive of your response? If you say you do in fact, love him? His heart leaps in his chest and he all but jumps for joy. He’s opening his heart to you, and he’d remember that moment forever.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

BIG MAYBE. He’s not overprotective-but if some guy or gal was getting up in your business, unwanted attention of course, he’d throw an arm around your shoulder and assert his relationship to you very clearly.

Him, on the other hand, will wave you off and say that he’s fine to handle himself in these situations, because he never wants to see you get hurt. But, by all means, glue yourself to his side and shoo the other person away. A sad Laf is a sad y/n.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

10,000%. See’s a daisy outside Washington’s HQ and brings it back home to you. Because it “reminded him of you”

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Leaves coffee mugs out until they stain the bottom with brown rings.

Hm. Also known to vacuum at odd hours.

OH and the only other thing he’s guilty of is sometimes forgetting to kiss you exactly every possible moment of the day.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s effortlessly extremely attractive. He’s about as concerned as a mouse.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

THE PHATEST YES IN ALL THE UNIVERSE

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Laf has a U.S. quarter collection. Don’t @ me.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He’s not a fan of a messy house. While he is so guilty of leaving small things about, he’d never scold you for leaving your keys on the floor because they just missed the hook. But he can’t live in a mess. His desk is always tidy and beaming with professionalism.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Sleeps 8 hours a day! Snoozes with you are always a 10 on his scale. He’s always ready to fall into a nap with you, suffocating you into a hug to cuddle. Laf snores, just a bit. Not loud enough to wake you!

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softlyjiminie · 4 years

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black swan | two.

⇢ pairing(s): professional dancer!park jimin x figure skater!reader.

⇢ word count: 4K.

⇢ rating: 16+, mature.

⇢ genre: angst, eventual smut, fluff, e2l, fake dating!au, corrupted idol!au, dancer!au, figure skater!au.

⇢ summary: a life of skating was all you’d ever known, your heart craving the feeling of ice beneath your feet and the light brush of cool air against your skin under thousands of sparkling lights… what a shame, if only you’d known that one night, one accident could rip you from the life you’d grown to love, leaving your career in the unsteady hands of the prince of ballet, park jimin.

⇢ warning(s): please read for this chapter! angst, taetae on the verge of tears, angry joon, soft jungkoo, yoongi cursing and emotional distress rip.

⇢ author’s note(s): hey everyone!! chapter two is finally here, im so sorry for the delay :( i had a run in with t*mblr and they were hiding all my works from tags! it should be okay now so i hope you like <3

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taehyung sits quietly as he watches the tea cup to your left, lose its steam— the heat fading like the light that usually emanated from you. eyes falling to his lap, the skater’s fingers curl in the paws of his— joon’s... black sweater as a guilty feeling settles in his chest. his fingers were itching to reach out and take hold of your hand, but taehyung knew that you would only push him away, locking yourself behind a door and falling away into an empty shell. part of him was glad that you wouldn’t let him touch you; in fear that he’d break you again just like that day on the ice, whilst the other half missed his best friend, whom he’d drown in his arms and fond touches. he missed his YN.

taehyung was grateful that namjoon didn’t mind your affectionate relationship, how tae’s large palm would settle on the small of your back or how his lips would brush against your cheek or your hairline. it was something that gave you both comfort, and namjoon understood that— after all you had been there for each other in the darkest of times while the man himself was studying in the US. nonetheless, taehyung was restless. he needed to know if you were okay, he needed to hold you to tell you it was going to be okay.

but you were too far gone in your own little world, trapped in your chair that was tucked away in a corner by your old fashioned TV (in which he’d begged you to replace because he hated the static noise it made on certain channels), watching old performances of yours on vhs from when you were younger— you’d switch to your laptop from time to time to watch more recent ones. the chair had become your safe space, since you refused to walk around on your new crutches, all motivation lost with the end of the skating season approaching.

taehyung was worried, really worried.

he knew you ate less, a tired grey tint to your skin casting a shadow over your usually glowing tones. he knew because he’d brought all the teas and pastries you loved to snack on, with each of them growing cold. “please eat baby,” the boy tries, quietly prompting you to take a bite of the cream puff he’d brought this time. “just a little.”

you tilted your gaze from the tv to your partner, irises dull and heavy with an unimaginable amount of sadness. the expression read no, causing taehyung to frown sadly but he perked up as your lips twitched in order to speak. “toe loop, ina beaur.” you whispered, as the latter’s eyes fell to the screen behind you where your younger self followed the streams of classical music into the moves that trickled from your drying lips.

your partner slumps in his seat, defeated and heartbroken as you turn back to the screen, solemnly. “please... just eat something YN. it’s been days since joon or i last saw you—“

your fist slams down on the table where your pastries sit, jolting the china teacup taehyung knows that you love. he lurches forward to steady it, although his heart beats rapidly and he flinches at your sudden actions. “would you eat?” your question burns at your lips with a dark poison that stings your friend. “would you eat if everything you knew and loved had been ripped from you because of one stupid accident? i don’t think so.” you know better than to scold tae and put the blame on him, but anger at the world and your situation burns brightly behind your logical senses—clouding you’re judgement. “what if all you could do is sit and watch, sit and watch, sit and watch until your mind went numb? could you focus? breathe? eat? sleep? no! so stop asking me and leave me alone.”

you regret your words as soon as they’re said, turning back to your tapes as tears brim in the corner of taehyung’s treacle eyes. he withdraws from you completely, dabbing at his eyes quickly to rid then of his salty tears as the front door to your apartment opens and closes. namjoon steps through, carrying rustling bags full of essentials that you might need. your friends have been good to you, so good but you can’t help but be mad, be sad and hurt.

your best friend stands abruptly to help his lover put away the groceries, tucking cans and jars away— while hiding his soft whimpers. but namjoon is not a fool, the elder can feel the thick cool settling over the room as he tilts his head towards taehyung. “are you okay, love?” the blonde asks lowly, tilting his gaze between yourself and his boyfriend, immediately sensing that something is wrong. “what happened?” he says louder this time— as if he’s trying to gain your attention too.

“nothing, baby—we...” tae whispers quietly, clenching his fists and unclenching them. he’d always hated conflict between three three of you, he was too sensitive whilst you and joon were head strong and stubborn. “it’s nothing...”

“are you crying?” the elder slices through taehyung’s words as smoothly as a butter knife— making you flinch in your seat at his rough tone. your coach was never one to get angry, his temper was often cool and calm but one poke of the wrong button would start something you didn’t want.

“n-no joonie-!”

“what did she say to you?”

guilt trembled in your grip, hating that you were the reason taehyung cried, the reason that namjoon was angry. for goodness sake, YN, you were friends and this is how you were treating them? joon mutters to the younger about packing up his things before turning his steaming attention to you. thick arms and firm palms sink into the arm rests of the chair, making your gaze turn to your lap. the thing about kim namjoon is that, in away, when you were in the wrong— he made you feel like a child for doing so. “this is the last straw, YN,” he scolds, running a hand through the thick of his dyed hair. “tae and i have tried to be there for you, tried to support you in this time but all you do is push us away.” the anger that bubbled in your chest before has faded to a dull sense of hurt, mad at yourself for paining your friends. “it’s been weeks and you haven’t attended a single physical therapy session, we’re afraid that if you don’t— you’ll never skate again. we all know that’s not what you want, YN. so get your shit together and we’ll be back when you do.”

taehyung appears in the doorway leading to your bedroom just as his boyfriend ends your lecture. you feel your own tears burn in the corner of your eyes at the ultimatum you’ve just been given but swallow them down as your best friend gives you a weak smile. namjoon makes a non-committal grunt, prompting his lover to scurry out of your now open, apartment door. “think about what i said,” he mumbles, tone much softer now.

they leave not long after, leaving you to think about your choices— just as the award ceremony appears on screen while younger you wins her first olympic medal.

there’s a quiet knock at your door, just two days later. part of you hopes it’s taehyung as you hop over on your crutches— but you know namjoon better than that, you won’t get to see them until your coach sees that you’ve made some improvement , he was pesky and annoying like that. you also know that it’s to give each other some time to get ready to apologise, you for upsetting tae and joon for being so harsh. your friendship had always worked like that.

“noona, are you there?” you recognise jungkook’s voice from the other side of the door, struggling to open it with just one hand while you use your other to cling onto your crutches. it’s been hard, but you’re slowly learning how to use them better, joon would get a kick out of it for sure. “noona— oh!” the cherry haired boy beams brightly as you swing the door open, a matching hue adding further warmth to his melanin rich skin. “you’re here.”

the younger skater is wearing a heavy, oversized sweater despite the warming spring breezes that carry cherry blossoms outside, and black combat pants and matching boots to complete his outfit— his signature large backpack hangs loosely over his shoulder as he stares down at you, being at least half a head taller than yourself. “kookie,” you breathe, hugging him instantly. his sweet, floral scent brings comfort to your racing heart almost instantly as you bury your face in his broad chest. “what are you doing here?”

chuckling quietly, jeongguk pushes you back into your apartment and closes the door behind you both, being careful not to knock you off your unsteady feet. once you’re inside, he fully wraps his arms around you and buries his nose into your neck— finding comfort in your own simple vanilla scent. yourself and the boy always had something unspoken flickering in the air between you, ever since he’d joined your company at seventeen (there was only a year between you both, and jungkook had been a novelty skater until then). your partner always joked that the boy was into older women, whilst you argued that you both admired each other or found one another’s presence highly comforting.

nonetheless, you would be a fool to say you hadn’t noticed how nicely jungkook had grown up since joining you at namjoon’s agency but you could never make your feelings known, not when you were both well known competitors.

“ah— well, namjoon hyung sent me. he said you’d need a fresh face to keep you company...” the younger mumbles, sending shivers down your spine at his proximity. being the sweetheart that he is, jungkook mistakes your shiver for something of pain and guides you to sit on your small fabric couch, pressing a shy kiss to your hairline with burning cheeks as he pulls away. “is it alright if i use your kitchen, i brought some ingredients to make us— i mean you... some dinner!”

“knock yourself out, kookie!”

he nods appreciatively, moving off to your kitchen as you turn back to your tapes, watching over more of your older performances. this time, it’s one from an event just before your first olympics— crisp in quality allowing you to see your skating more clearly. you remember the day that yourself and taehyung qualified for the south korean team, the joy you felt put into every competition since then but now you looked on them with a forlorn expression, wondering what you did wrong? were your movements sloppy? did you bring taehyung down? why did your legs look like that when you jumped?

jungkook fumbles with a frying pan not far from your left as he cooks the meat, a question passing from between his lips that you miss due to lost focus. “hm?” you blink once and turn to face the boy. “what was that?”

“i-i was just asking how you were!” jungkook stammers as his doe eyes catch yours, he blushes deeply, almost as red as his hair before his gaze drops to the broth he begins to serve for the two of you. “unless...of course... that’s a dumb thing to ask...” he bites his lip, dishing out a healthy portion of meat into either of your bowls as he makes the meal look presentable. jungkook places both of your bowls onto a tray before bringing it to your coffee table with a set of chopsticks. “forget i said anything, eat up!” he concludes, taking a seat by your side and handing you your meal.

you smile to yourself, scooping some of the noodles into your mouth and humming at the salty taste. “it’s fine kookoo,” you comment warmly, wiping at your mouth. “i’m just... feeling a bit out of place, not myself... you know?”

the boy only nods, falling silent in favour of watching a younger version of you skate across the ice on screen. the pair of you sit quietly for a while, nothing but the sounds of bowls and chopsticks clanking together, and ice on skates resonating throughout the room. “you’re triple axels were always my favourite,” jungkook whispers before your figure even tumbled into the move, piqueing your interest just a bit. “you were how i leaned to do them.”

“how did you know that was next, though?”

jungkook blushes, setting his dish on the coffee table and thumbing his knuckles shyly. your heart warms at the gesture, causing your smile to broaden. “i-i watched you at the olympics... i’d never taken skating seriously until then so i used your routines to get better, good enough to qualify at the same company as you...”

you fall into yet another silence after squeezing the boy’s hand appreciatively— the red hue to his cheeks only darkening. the cherry haired skater excuses himself to the bathroom and in that time you decide to clear up as a thank you to him for keeping you company. the kitchen is only a short walk, you only have two dishes to carry, it should be fine. except it’s not, like a baby giraffe you are still unsteady in your feet— taking steps without your crutches has proven to be difficult, especially with an armful of kitchenware. if you could just make it to the doorway, at least. at least then you’d know, you weren’t completely useless.

but your concentration slips as the unused muscles in your leg choose this moment to seize up and suddenly you’re falling to the ground. ceramic bowls clatter against your hardwood floor, smashing into pieces while you use your hands to brace for impact— one that doesn’t come. warm arms encircle your waist, jungkook having returned just in time to stop your fall, and pull you closely into his chest. you can feel your body tremble from fear, from anger at yourself for thinking you were even near ready for something like this— so you end up crying before you notice.

“noona, baby please don’t cry,” jungkook lets the pet name slip without realising, clearing the broken shards away with his foot as he sinks to the floor with you in his arms. “it was an accident... you weren’t ready yet...” he coos into your hairline, kissing it gently as he tugs you into his chest.

you feel suffocated, trapped at home and trapped in the mindset that you’ll never be a skater again but jungkook is jungkook, he knows you more than you might have let on— dressing you up to leave the house and taking you to the one place that might soothe you.

the rink.

jungkook’s sweater swaddles you to warmth as you watch him enter the rink from the stands. it’s eleven pm and you have no idea how he got the keys— especially when namjoon closes early on a sunday. your finger tips are cold so you slip them underneath the sleeves, tucking your nose under the collar of the black cotton fabric as it heats up your cheeks and remind you of what it’s like to be in koo’s arms.

he waves at you from down below and truth be told your heart stops for a second before the younger skates to the middle of the rink. you don’t even know how he managed to get the music playing and the lights set up just for him, but jungkook has always been good at everything so you don’t put it past him. the song you recognise as ‘wild’ by troye sivan fills the empty rink and the hairs on your skin prickle with familiarity— a song you had used in your first ever competition with taehyung. it shakes you a little, in a meaningful way, to know that jungkook went to the depths he did to learn from you and develop his own style of skating— one of gentle touches but locked down movements. he was everything and then some.

‘been a while since i’ve been a fool, for you...’

just as the high not ends, jungkook takes off, leaping into a perfected quadruple axel that you didn’t even know he’d learned to do. he loops four times in the air but lands a little shaky, they were a risky move and very rarely completed in competition but seeing that he’d taken your signature move and completed it better than your own abilities makes you smile. with a spark in his eye he mouths the words of the song to you ‘leave this blue neighbourhood, never thought loving could hurt this good,’ as he extends his right leg behind him and twirls across the ice.

this easily allows the boy to adjust his position into a camel spin, his legs parallel to the ice as he falls in tune with the lyrics before pivoting. you remember the routine and it’s every element, tracing them in your head as jungkook executes them perfectly right into the climax of the song, he’s perfect— maybe even better than you. nothing going wrong as he falls to the lower ice for a hydroblade, finger tips just brushing over its surface while he sweeps past.

‘you’re driving me wild, wild wild,” your mind drifts away with the music— convincing you that the younger skater is better than you, hes clean and sharp and— what do you have on him now? a pathetically broken leg with you unable to stand on two feet. you barely realise when the song ends and jungkook has made his way to middle of the rink to close because you’re too distracted with the emotions that clog your throat and tears that litter your galaxy eyes.

you cry, pathetically because what else is there to do.

the younger looks up from the ice, lose long sleeve shirt is littered with sweat from his exertion but he pays no mind as he noticed your tears. they shine under false light while jungkook kicks off his skates as fast as humanely possible because he hates the way your tiny body shakes as if you’re cold, he hates how your soft cheeks dampen and how you’re going without his hold for far too long. dashing up to the gallery with only socks to warm his feet, the young skater slides into the seat beside you— immediately pulling you into his heated embrace.

“baby,” he coos gently, cupping your head as you whimper into his neck. “please don’t cry, not anymore...”

you clutch at his shirt with the finger tips that peek through the sleeve of his jumper. “i can’t...it hurts not to be—be on the ice with you, that’s where I—“ you cut yourself off as a sob crawls from between your chapped lips, you crave the tight squeeze of leather skates on your feet and the cold beneath your arms, they would console you more where jungkook couldn’t.

throat burning with heartache, you nuzzle further into the boy and let him toy with your hair. “i think you should go to physical therapy noona,” jungkook whispers quietly, as though not to startle you. “you’re hurting not being out there, i see that...but if you don’t try and heal— you’ll never get back on your feet.”

jeongguk is annoyingly wise for someone just below your age, so you nod and lace your fingers with his— tracing over the small tattoos that paint his knuckles, silently agreeing to his plea. you let him drive you home that night, clinging to him as he carried you through the door of your apartment.

he doesn’t leave, sliding into bed with you as he holds you close— comforting you once again.

“son of a motherfucking bitch,” you mumble through gritted teeth, as you attempt to step back up and down from the false steps yoongi (your physical therapist) has set up for you. he’s more of a dance therapist than anything, but his exercises are well known in your industry for rehabilitating skaters and namjoon did say he would get you the best. the pain subsides fairly quickly, unlike the months prior when you had first started with yoongi but you’ve learned well and gotten better— even making up with your coach and best friend.

“yes ma’am?” yoongi answers from a whiles away, causing you to chuckle whilst deciding to sit down for a break. you wipe the sweat from your brow and take the bottle of water that your therapist hands to you, gulping it down to ease your ragged breathing. “you’re doing so much better than when you first came in.” you look to yoongi as he sits next to you, a short ish man (compared to jungkook, taehyung or namjoon) but still taller than you, with warm brown hair and honey eyes along with a gummy smile that makes your heart melt. he’s strict on you, but also caring in the smallest of ways— he knows your limits but when to push you too and has helped you make a pretty fast recovery. “you’re even laughing more.”

you push at his shoulder, watching the hair fly from yoongi’s face despite his bandanna. “i laughed before!” you defend yourself with a smile.

“barely! i’m just saying, that i’m proud of you YN-ah. i’m glad you came to me in the end, it’d be a shame to see such talent go to waste.” his voice is smooth, not as deep as tae’s but soothing enough, your smile still falters at his words while he locks and unlocks his fingers, staring at the ground.

“you make it sound as if you’re leaving me,”

yoongi looks up at you with a cheeky smile, but his eyes remain slightly dimmed. “well, technically i am...” he sees the confusion on your face as your brows push together. “an opening came up for a dancer who’s pretty big in the states and over here too, he’s korean so his fan base is large over here and—“

“but you can’t leave me!” you practically yell, shocking both yoongi and yourself— he couldn’t go just yet, not when you were so close. “i’m almost fully recovered and if you leave? a-all my progress could come undone and i’ll never get back on the ice, let alone back in time to train for the olympics!” you feel the familiar emotion of panic bubble in the pits of your stomach, tightly gripping onto yoongi’s wrist as if he’ll disappear into thin air.

the older boy puts a hand over yours, looking to you fondly. “you know that’s not what our end goal is, we want you back on the ice remember?” he reminds you calmly but you slip free from his grip anyways— feeling defeat settle heavily over your heart. if yoongi left now, there’d be nothing for you to work towards and no physician would compare to him. “besides, i already talked namjoon into letting me bring you with me...” you perk up at his words, eyes lighting up brightly at the thought of not being separated this far into your progress. “figure skating is like dance for the ice and your leg is strong enough for you to move on it in that kind of way...”

you figure yoongi is right, it’s not like you hadn’t danced— ballet lessons were almost necessary to become a figure skater, aiding with the grace and light movements you needed. if yoongi was offering you an opportunity to use dance to get back onto the ice, who were you to pass it up. dance therapy would advance her recovery much faster than your regular routine.

yoongi can tell your answer by the look of joy on your face. “so is that a yes? you’re coming with?”

“of course it is, asshole... you should’ve lead with that!” you scold him playfully, pushing the older boy with a roll of your eyes.

a feeling of hope settles, comfortingly amongst your bones— this could be it....

this could be exactly what you needed.

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ranposlittle · 4 years

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Hello! I really liked your posessive chuuya scenario! 🙈 Is it alright if I request a NSFW scenario with a possesive Dazai and him being slightly rough and dirty talking while doing it? Maybe he gets a bit jealous when he saw someone checking reader out and making a move on reader not aware dazai is their bf? And if you're still comfortable writing it can you include some breeding kink please? (No daddy kink pls) thank you so much! 🥺💖

Genre: NSFW

Tags: Breeding kink, Dirty talking

A/N: Your wish is my command, anon! I researched for the dirty talking for this one and I used a lot of dialogue from a writing prompt I found on Pinterest and also, I listened to an audio. I hope my sinning was worth it and that you’ll find this satisfactory haha enjooooy~ (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑

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You never had a problem keeping your relationship with Dazai on the low. You never saw the point of parading it for everyone to see. The both of you agreed to just keep your private lives, well, private. Your dynamic is almost professional, your love life being completely separate from any other aspects of your life. You and he never even had an argument yet. No fights over what to have for dinner, whether someone forgot an anniversary and most of all, no fights over jealousy. It's like there is an unspoken agreement between the two of you that despite being together, you'll still keep your own personal freedom and frankly, you’re both satisfied with that.

A rhythmic knock on your door made you look up from your laptop and giddily run towards the door. Dazai stood outside, food in hand and a warm smile on his face. You stood on your tiptoes and greeted him with a kiss. Dazai's lips curled into a smirk as he made his way inside your room. You shared a few conversations about your day and lounged on the couch while watching a movie and finishing the food Dazai brought over. You were just done putting away the take-out boxes into the trash when slender arms slithered around your waist.

"Mmm, you smell so good," Dazai's smoky voice rumbled deep inside his chest as he nuzzled his face on your neck. "I've always loved the way you smell."

Dazai's hands gingerly moved down to your waist and settled on your hips. You sighed and leaned back against his toned form, your whole body relaxing on his touch. Dazai pulled you closer and pressed your butt against his crotch as he started to place tickling kisses on your neck. He's being a little bit more affectionate today and it made you wonder what's going on his mind.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" He crooned on your ear, "I feel so lucky to have a goddess like you to love a mere mortal like me.” You giggled as Dazai playfully snuggled his face on your neck and give it a few tiny kisses. Wow, he’s really being sweet tonight. “Let me worship you, my goddess.”

With that, Dazai spun you around and intertwined his lips unto yours. His kiss was deep and sensual, like he tastes your lips for the first time. Your hands immediately reached up to tangle your fingers on his soft hair and you moaned as Dazai sucked ever so gently on your bottom lip before pulling away.

“Oh, what am I doing?” He sighed dramatically, “A gorgeous being like you should be delivered to an altar.” Dazai lifted you off of your feet with a grunt and carried you on his arms like a child. You squealed and laughed as Dazai walked into the bedroom, humming a tune of some sort; the playful scene almost reminding of you of some cheesy romcom movie.

He laid your body gently on the mattress and hovered above you shortly. Usually, your sexual encounters are hot and rough but you figured that perhaps he’s in the mood to switch things up a little bit and have a night of slow love-making, in which you don’t have any objections. It wasn’t long until Dazai’s lips crashed against yours once again but this time; a little bit hungrier. You arched your back and wrapped your arms around his neck as you crave for more of him. You pulled him closer, letting both of your tongues danced sloppily around each other’s mouth. Your mind started to drown on the feeling of desire just from Dazai’s passionate kiss, your moan of satisfaction vibrated on his lips as one of his hand started to fondle your breast. Dazai chuckled darkly on your sensitivity and proceeded to slide his hand under your shirt to pinch your hardened nipples. You cried wantonly as he rolled it between his fingers while languidly licking your exposed neck, goose bumps rising as Dazai’s hot breath fanned on your skin. His fingers trailed down from your breast, to your stomach and slipped beneath your underwear, the pad of Dazai’s index rubbing circles on your clit as soon as he felt the protruding nub of flesh. At this point, you are completely overtaken by Dazai’s actions that his low whisper on your ear didn’t register on your mind immediately.

“You’re being too friendly with that man, aren’t you?” He asked in a cool tone, “I don’t like you talking to them like that because you belong to me, right?”

“Dazai, what are you talking about?” You questioned him back, not knowing exactly what he’s asking you. However, instead of a response, he just bit harshly on a spot on the base of your neck, eliciting a gasp from you.

“I see the way they look at you, you know,” he said in a chuckle, “and I can’t stand it. You’re not allowed to wear that top anymore, alright? Your body is for my eyes only.”

Thoughts floated in your heavy head as you try to figure out what Dazai was referring to and somehow, through the haziness veiling your mind, you finally remembered how the top you chose for today’s outfit was a little bit low-hanging. You have to adjust it every now and then to prevent it from slipping down and revealing more of your cleavage. How did he know about that? Did he follow you to work?

“That’s right, I watched you today,” Dazai cut off your thoughts by answering your unspoken question, “I saw everything. I even saw how you let that man touch you. Should I teach him a lesson to not fucking touch what’s not his?”

You responded with a cry as Dazai plunged his finger inside you, pumping it in and out as soon as your walls wrapped up on him. Confusion enveloped you the more you try to make sense of the sudden change in his behavior. If he watched you today, is he talking about one of your co-workers? You’ll admit that you’re pretty close to a couple of male friends but whether they were hitting on you or not, you never really bothered to notice. Perhaps it’s because of the fact that you never really bring up your status with Dazai unless somebody asks, so it would make sense if people would just assume that you’re single. Your mouth opened to rebut his accusation but your words melted into a moan as Dazai inserted a second finger inside you and only with just a few pumps, he inserted a third one. Your muscles ached and burned as Dazai’s fingers stretched you up, your core getting warmer and growing more sensitive with the way he’s stirring you up inside.

“You’re mine to own, understand? Maybe if I branded you, other people wouldn’t be such a nuisance,” Dazai mumbled, his lips still on your neck and leaving dark purple marks on its wake.

“You’re overreacting, Dazai.” You whined, “There’s nothing going on.” You didn’t understand why he’s being like this all of a sudden when mingling with other people never really bothered him before.

“I’m overreacting?” He chortled, “Oh, sweetheart. If you only know how cruel I can truly be. If anything, I’m going easy on you.” Dazai smirked on your skin before resuming his assault on your abused neck with more power. Squelching noises bounced off of the walls of your bedroom as Dazai’s fingers diligently worked on your plumped muscles.

“I know you cover my bite marks,” Dazai licked the freshly added bruise on your neck, “so maybe I might just have to give you something more obvious; something that you can’t hide. How about I breed you? What do you say?”

Not being genuinely interested to hear your answer, Dazai pressed his thumb down on your clit and watched with dark eyes while you squirm and scream his name as he spread his fingers wider to stretch you even more. “Look at you being so needy. You’re my little brood, aren’t you? Your hole is just aching for my cock, isn’t it? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to fuck my cum into you and fill you up to your womb.”

Dazai’s vulgar declarations made you tighten around him and you whined as your mind argued with you on how wrong it is but the tingles rippling down your body became too overwhelmingly good to resist. Your pussy throbbed when Dazai violently removed his soaked fingers and shifted on the bed to tower over your limp body. You opened your heavy eyes to see him unbuttoning his shirt with a devilish smile on his face, causing a hitch on your already labored breathing. He didn’t bother to pull his pants all the way down before leaning down to position and rub his erection on your entrance.

“Look what you’ve done to me, my little brood,” he cooed, “I’ve practically cummed on my pants. I still have more to pump into you, though. So, be careful not to spill a single drop, okay?”

Dazai’s honeyed voice trembled as he roughly slammed his cock into you. The sweet burn that his length caused on your insides made you crumpled the sheets below you as you arched your back and your mouth flung open in a pleasured scream. It only took a millisecond before Dazai started ramming himself into you in a brutal pace you’ve never experienced with him before. It was deep and rough, air was knocked out of your lungs and you can almost feel the tip of his hard cock hit your stomach with each forceful blow he gives you. The bed creaked in time with your wobbling moans as Dazai penetrates you mercilessly, every push of his cock wiping out every kind of reasoning out of your head.

“Always so tight for me,” Dazai growled, “If you keep milking me like that, it won’t be too long until I get to flood your cunt. You want it that bad, huh? You want my seed that much, brood?”

The big change from being worshipped as a goddess to being addressed like a hen that’s being kept for his breeding made you felt so dirty and degraded but you’ll be lying to yourself if you say that it doesn’t arouse you immensely. Your fluids flowed out of you as you let Dazai use your body for his pleasure, his nails sinking on your hips as he angled himself to bury his cock into you as deep as he can.

Electric current of pleasure zapped on your nerve endings, the tension on your lower abdomen building up atop of each other. The rest of your limbs lay numb and weak against the mattress as every blood pumping out of your racing heart rushed to your pulsating core. Your walls convulsed under Dazai’s aggressive attacks but you wanted more, no matter how much your muscles started to sting.

“That’s it, my brood. Your little hole is just here for me, okay? You’re only mine,” Dazai’s voice became almost guttural despite his stable tone. “I want you to have the reminder every single second of the day that you’re mine. I’ll watch as your body change once I release my seed on your hungry little womb.”

You were only able to answer his lewd intentions by more moaning and screaming out his name over and over again in broken syllables. He pressed his body down against yours to lean closer to your face, making sure that you’ll hear his words loud and clear. “I will knock you up tonight and you’ll be mine forever. Just you and me. Forever.”

With that, Dazai lifted your legs up and hooked it on his shoulders. His thrusts became even rougher, the incredible impact of his pelvis shaking your whole body off of the bed. Your head hanged at the edge of the mattress and you grasped on Dazai’s forearms for support. He then took this opportunity to place more of his bruising kisses on your chest as proof that he was truly here. The pressure of his fingers on your hips increased along with his ongoing onslaught on your core and your eyes rolled back at the back of your head as your vision started to turn white and the built up pleasure on your stomach began to slowly unravel.

“That’s good, my brood, squeeze your pussy just like that,” Dazai growled upon feeling you clamp on him. “I will fill you up to the brim. I gotta make sure I’ll breed you properly, don’t I? That way, you’ll be marked by me from the inside, too. How wonderful is that, huh?”

The cheeriness of Dazai’s voice made you shiver and caused your walls to tense more around his cock which in return, made him groan and curse under his breath. Dazai’s hips started to buck erratically and his cock twitched as a warning for his impending climax. He pushed your legs further back, angled his pelvis and thrusts upwards, hitting that little spot above your walls that just made you lose your senses altogether.

“You turn me on with just how much you want to be bred,” he chuckled breathlessly, “I’ll give you what you want, my brood. I’ll claim you now so no one else would ever can.”

With a loud grunt, Dazai planted his cock somewhere deep inside your vagina and started a faster pace. The new sensation made you see stars exploding at the back of your eyelids and you once again screamed out his name as your own orgasm came rushing in while the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin thundered throughout the whole room. Dazai grabbed you by the throat and forced his tongue inside your mouth, kissing you fervently. You felt like your whole body caught a fever as sweat dripped down from your flushed skin and your face beet red from the intensity of Dazai’s actions.

“Here it comes, brood,” he said in sonorous voice, “Squeeze your dirty little pussy and take all of my cum. Don’t you dare let one drop of it go to waste. I want it all to go deep inside your pussy and keep it there until it made its way up to your womb, understand?”

“Y-yes,” you mindlessly answered. Whether it was for his question or just an expression on how good you’re feeling right now, it made Dazai chuckled in amusement.

“What a good little breeding tool you are,” he praised in a singsong manner before moaning out as he feels his fluids seeping out of his cock. “It’s coming out. I’m spilling it all out inside you- ugh!”

True to his words, Dazai buried his cock deep into you as spurts of hot cum covered your walls inside and like a domino effect, your own orgasm came in shortly. Dazai’s hard thrusts as he climaxed made the pressure on your abdomen snap and implode throughout your whole body. Breathing was forgotten for a moment as you ride your highs together, frozen in place and your body fluids mixing in.

Dazai collapsed on top of you; his cock still plunged in deep in your pussy and his ragged breathing being in tune with yours. You haven’t completely recovered from your strong release when you felt Dazai’s supple lips on your face. His kisses were back to being loving and gentle like he didn’t just made you a mess. Oh, the extreme duality of this man.

“Are you done being jealous?” You teased him through your heaving chest.

“I wasn’t jealous,” he replied as breathless as you are, “If you can still use your legs tomorrow, I’m not being jealous. Believe me.”

You scoffed and took a deep breath as your lungs started to settle in. You lied there with him for a few minutes, letting his body heat warm you up against the cold breeze of the night.

“I guess I never really cared until I saw you with that guy.” Dazai casually confessed. “Maybe I should thank him for making me realize how much I don’t want to lose you. But I swear, if he ever touches you again, I’ll cut off his arms.”

A laugh vibrated on your throat as his sudden possessiveness amused you to a degree and you thought that maybe you like him more like this instead of being an apathetic lover. Maybe you’ll wear the bright colorful marks he left all over your body with pride to ward off anyone who will think you’re not completely taken by this mystery of a man. Through your fleeting thoughts, you wondered if anything would really be formed from Dazai’s invidious act. Perhaps you’ll just have to find out some other time.

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peach-jaehyunie · 5 years

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A Gentleman Caller

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Pairing: Jung Jaehyun x Fem. Reader

Rating: 18+, explicit Words: 3.3k

Warnings: Swearing, smut {fingering, oral (m.receiving), spanking, pearl necklace, etc.}

Inspired by Jaehyun’s GQ photoshoot

The dog's claws click on the pavement as you walk her. A spring breeze still carries a little nip, and you pull your sleeves down to shield your hands as a numbness settles on the tips of your ears. Green buds are sprouting on the trees in the park, great big fat buds on a row of magnolia trees threaten to break open into bloom any day now. Though past dinner, there still is plenty of daylight left. You cross a bustling street, Hera slowly trots next to you her dog tag tinkling.

You take your shoes off after stepping into your shared apartment. Hera sits and waits for you to take her leash and collar off, which you hang up in a little closet by the front door. In another hidden closet you hang your coat and place your shoes, before walking into the kitchen for a glass of water. Sitting down at your work desk, an unfinished manuscript lays open almost taunting you to try and write one paragraph more. You gently close the manuscript, setting it away on the small shelf above the desk. You check your phone as you pour yourself another glass of water in the kitchen; your boyfriend still hasn’t texted you. The late evening sun is shining directly into the bedroom and you open the sliding screens that separate the bedroom from the living room, letting the sun bathe the entire apartment.

Half an hour later you are reclining in the bathtub when Jaehyun finally gets in touch with you.

<<I won’t be home for a couple more hours, we started shooting late>>

Sipping from your glass of wine, you read his text with a sigh. This is becoming a frequent occurrence, work keeping either one of you away for too long. You are happy that this photoshoot is in the city and he hasn’t had to fly to another city or country for it. Multiple times Jaehyun has said that you can come to the shoot and watch, but the mood has to strike you right to go—you usually hate standing around for hours while everyone else is working.

<<okay, see you when you get home>>

You put on a sheet mask and soak in the tub until the water grows tepid. Your cellphone dings twice alerting you of two new photos. Jaehyun sits on the floor in all black, his expression is careless and the chain around his neck sends heat to your core. Lying on the bed in your robe, you grin as text him back:

<<his girlfriend is so lucky to have him in her bed every night>>

Hopping off your bed, you let the robe fall into a pile on the floor before slipping into your silk short pajama bottoms. Your phone dings again, and you fall into your bed half-naked to see how Jaehyun has replied.

<<I heard that his girlfriend is an absolute minx and pretty freaky in bed, so I’d say he’s pretty lucky>>

Professionalism be damned. Jaehyun still being at work be damned. So what if the hairstylist saw your text, or the makeup person, or whoever.

<<bet they’ll fuck when he gets home>>

He must have been waiting for your response because he texts back immediately.

<<I mean I would if I were them>>

With a laugh, you roll over in bed staring at the ceiling your limbs star-fishing as you think with delight of what awaits when Jaehyun returns. Glancing at the time, you’re perturbed that you still must wait at least an hour for him. Getting up you slip into the camisole top to match your shorts, you glance in the mirror while tousling your hair and pulling a thin strap of your top down your shoulder provocatively. It’s too early for that, you pull the strap back up, dimming the bedroom lights as you pull the screens closed in their usual nighttime placement. Removing the small gold hoops from your ears and switching them with a delicate pair of pearl studs, before rubbing lotion over the soft skin of your legs.

Very little time has passed during your preparations, and it doesn’t feel like one of those nights where you want Jaehyun to walk in on you waiting for him. Taking your unfinished glass of wine out to the couch, you sit and turn on the projector to watch a short tv show. Goose skin begins to prickle your arms and legs now that the sun’s warmth is long gone and you tuck in a fuzzy throw around yourself.

He doesn’t send a text saying that he’ll be home soon or that he’s on his way, but finally, the door to the apartment opens and Hera runs to greet Jaehyun before he can so much as take his coat off. You watch their affectionate reunion with a smile from your spot on the couch.

“Hey,” Jaehyun says as he leans over the couch, his mouth cutting off any attempt of a reply from you with his lips. The kiss is deep and you’re thankful that you’re already sitting because you feel a slight weakness in your legs. As your lips part and Jaehyun straightens up he presents a white paper bag to you with an innocent smile.

“I still have makeup and shit on me, so I’ll be right back—don’t eat them all.”

With a grin you accept the gift with both hands, eagerly looking into the bag to find a box of chocolate-covered strawberries. They are just as you like them; fresh, the chocolate soft and the berries perfectly ripe and at room temperature, so their fragrance fills the air.

When Jaehyun joins you on the couch his face is fresh and bare, his hairline damp, and you openly admire his bare upper body as he reaches for a strawberry. He settles down next to you, pulling you and the blanket onto his lap as he watches the tv show with you. Resting your head on his shoulder and letting yourself relax against his firm body, you pretend to watch the tv show while the taste of rich chocolate and sweet berries coats your tongue. Jaehyun places a few kisses along your shoulder: they start off chaste, nothing more than a few pecks between strawberries. As his kisses move along your shoulder to the crook of your neck his lips remain longer, brushing and lightly sucking on your skin with parted lips. His eyes never leave the tv show, but your head falls further back against his shoulder as you close your eyes with a contented sigh. Jaehyun sucks below your earlobe before licking a strip down your neck and sinking his teeth into your shoulder, causing your body to tense against his. Tenderly kissing your temple, he returns to watching the show. In a few minutes, his hands wander beneath the blanket; fingertips deftly brushing your bare skin and playing your body as only he knows how. He slips his hand beneath your cami, his palm grazing one of your hardened nipples before rubbing small circles on the areola and finally pinching the sensitive bud between two of his digits. With his other hand, he redirects your head to watch the show with him. You don’t let your head fall back again, but your breathing becomes sharper as your body warms and pleasure begins to tingle in your sensitive parts. His hand cups, massages, pinches, fondles and pulls at both of your flushed breasts equally. Biting your lower lip you hold back soft moans that threaten to escape, and noticing this, Jaehyun offers his chocolatey fingers for you to suck. You diligently clean them, licking between his fingers where there isn’t even any chocolate to sucking them as he gently thrusts three in your mouth at a time. Once he feels that you have sufficiently cleaned them off, his hand disappears below the blanket where you feel it slipping into the front of your shorts. His legs coax yours further apart until you are sat in his lap with your legs spread open. The first couple strokes from your wet sex to your clit are slow and teasing, just barely giving you what you want as your spine curves forward in pleasure. You are barely able to keep your eyes open as he rubs circles on the sensitive nubs of your upper and lower halves. Eyelids drooping and your mouth falling open with a gasp—

“Feed me a strawberry,” Jaehyun instructs you as both of his hands continue their ministrations. While you’re leaning forward to grab a berry, Jaehyun uses the opportunity of his palm pressed harshly against your pubic bone and clit to slip a finger into you. As you lean back up his finger retreats to spread your essence further upwards to your throbbing bud. Eating the strawberry from your hand, Jaehyun twists your nipple enough to almost make you yelp before thrusting two fingers into your dripping pussy. Your cry can only turn gasp of ecstasy as his fingers rather expertly fuck you, despite that their owner seems more interested in snacking and watching tv.

“Shh, my darling, we won’t be able to hear what they’re saying.” He admonishes, placing gentle kisses on your cheek and in your hair while his fingers move even faster beneath the blanket.

Your mouth is left to hang open with silent gasps, moans being replaced with uneven breaths as you can feel an orgasm building in your belly. You can feel him lazily watching you from the corner of his eye, choosing when and how to destroy you completely. His thumb moves to rub tiny circles on your clit, pushing you further towards the edge. Grasping the blanket in one fist you squeeze it as your body prepares for the orgasm to course through you—

“Can I have another strawberry, please,” his voice is nonchalant, and you must force your eyes open as you lean for another chocolate-covered berry.

You bite down hard on your lip as the angle pushes you over the edge and hot waves pleasure surge through your body starting from your core and going down your limbs. Bringing the strawberry to his lips you lean against him, your head falling back onto his shoulder as the tide of ecstasy gradually subsides. As you try to regulate your breathing again you only now notice his erection that presses against your bottom. It must be uncomfortable; obstructed by his pants and sat on, but now that Jaehyun has removed his hands from beneath your clothes you can do something for him.

Sliding down his lap you push the coffee table further away (but not before Jaehyun can snatch the box with the remaining strawberries), lithely twisting in his lap before settling on the floor. His eyes don’t leave the tv show as he helps you pull down his pants a little so that his cock can spring free. You lick his wet tip, lightly pumping him before taking him far into your mouth. Licking up his shaft, you focus on teasing his tip in hopes of eliciting even a small sound of pleasure from him. Bobbing your head a few times before swirling your tongue over his slit is all it takes for Jaehyun to pant and bring his hand down to your hair. He tangles his fingers through your tresses, but never pulls; his hand caresses your back and your neck and shoulders. Sometimes his nails will leave a little crescent mark on your skin. Your mouth and hands continue their movements at an agonizingly slow pace, his cock is hot in your mouth and his pre-cum salty on your tongue. Moaning around him, his dick twitches and blunt nails dig into your shoulder only for you to take him even further down your throat pulling a moan from his mouth. You release him with a suck, pumping him neatly with your hands as you coldly chastised him.

“Jaehyun, I won’t be able to hear the show if you’re not quiet.”

You can tell he’s close from how his organ trembles against your tongue and you hum lightly to send vibrations up and down him. Picking up your pace, you decide to push him over his precipice in lieu of teasing him anymore. You’re jealous that he got see your face when you came, how you’d give anything to see his face now. His body tensed beneath you, but did he still watch the show cool and collected? Or did his eyes close and his mouth open in a silent gasp as his cum spills into your mouth onto the back of your tongue? You don’t release him until you have cleaned him of every last drop, and leaning against his toned abs you feel his body shudder with sensitivity. Taking the opportunity, you look up to his face; his head has fallen back against the pillows and his lips, cheeks, and ears are deeply flushed. Silently, you slip out of your shorts before climbing back into his lap. You sit on his knees as his head finally rolls forward and he takes the last strawberry, feeding it to you a tired smile.

“And here’s the last strawberry for the woman I love.”

The flavours in your mouth mix as salty and sweet, but finally the fruity flavour dominates. You lean forward to kiss his already swollen lips with your own. There is chocolate by the corner of his mouth that you lick off before both your tongues meet and intertwine. Your hands finally explore his body as he brings one of his down to your ass. He gasps upon finding you naked down there and while he is distracted you take his bottom lip between your teeth and gently pull. Bringing your body closer to his, he brings your thighs to set on either side of his hips. His lips part from yours to watch as you guide his hardening length into your hot folds before slowly sinking down on him. You raise and lower your hips at a snail's pace, biting his earlobe before his lips are searching again for yours. His thick cock stretches and fills you leaving you as breathless as his kisses.

“Mr. Jung, I want you to take me into that bedroom and spank me and fuck me like you promised.” You whispered against his lips. Jaehyun’s eyes searched your face and then he brought his mouth to your jaw and moved down your neck, sucking on your delicate skin before harshly squeezing your buttock.

“You’d better get in there on that bed, then.” He spoke low against your skin. Pulling away from him, you rise off of his cock not missing the grimace on Jaehyun’s face as you clench hard around him one last time before you’re gone and scampering to your room. You lay face down on the bed listening to his methodical movements as he comes to join you. He pulls the last screen closed, shutting you both in before throwing your shorts that he picked up across the room towards your wardrobe and finally pulling his own pants off to pool on the floor at his feet. Pressing his phone that sits on the bedside table, music softly fills the room. Jaehyun’s hands wrap around your ankles, dragging you down the mattress until only half of your body is bent forward on the bed and he brings his palms to your hips and ass. He kneads your flesh and bends over to place kisses on your spine before he brings his hand down in a sharp motion. Your buttcheek stings, but Jaehyun’s warm hand smooths over your skin rubbing the pain away spanking you again, harder. You whimper against the covers, squeezing your thighs together as each slap sends an electric current straight to your core. He soothes your tender skin before spanking your other cheek, making you cry out even louder as your pussy throbs.

“Do you want me to fuck you now, sweetie?” Jaehyun asks, still peppering your back with loving kisses.

You nod your head, finding your voice, “Yes,” and you pull yourself up onto to bed while Jaehyun’s strong hands turn you over to face him. His weight joins yours on the mattress, leaning over you while cupping your face in his hands as he kisses you. Throwing your leg over his you pull him closer, slipping the cami straps down your arms so that it falls to expose your breasts. He kisses down your neck and down the valley of your breasts before sucking and licking your rosy nipples. Jaehyun brings your other leg to wrap around His waist as he sinks slowly into your dripping heat. Unrestrained moans fall from your mouth as he rocks into you, his length hitting deeper with every thrust as your climax begins to build. Your vision is hazy as sparks start in your body and your pleasure seems like it will never reach its peak as it continues to build— And then it washes over you in waves, you can’t even make a sound as you bury your head into Jaehyun’s shoulder until your body feels numb against his and the overstimulation is too much for you to bear. Seeing this, Jaehyun whispered in your ear and you gladly acquiesced. He pulled out letting your tired legs drop to rest on the bed, straddling your torso his wet cock settled between your breasts. You used your hands to push the mounds together to hug his member as he slowly began to thrust against you. He is careful to not place a lot of weight on you, and you enjoy being able to watch the pleasure mount in his face. Every grimace and every groan; his breath catching in his throat as he fucked harder and a slew of curse words muttered under his breath. It was all for you to see. His eyes screwed shut and his face contorted before he bit down on his lip, saying to you between gasps:

“I’m gonna cum—ahh, fuck—is that okay?”

You nod before realizing that he can’t see you,

“Yes, baby, cum on me; give me a beautiful necklace to match my earrings.” You grin, finally feeling his hot essence on your skin, running over your clavicle and around your neck.

His cum paints your skin and drips down onto your hair and the sheets, Jaehyun’s motions subside and his eyes open but his brows remain furrowed. You have no doubt you had looked as fucked out as he looks now, only a few minutes before. Hair sticks to his face with sweat, his lips are dark, swollen and bitten. Brushing the hair back from your face with his hand and tucking it behind your ear, he kisses you.

“It really does match your earrings,” Jaehyun says with a laugh against your lips before brushing them against his own. He rests on the bed beside you, taking your hand intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Thanks for those photos,” you joke, squeezing his hand.

“What? You mean you wouldn’t have jumped me as soon as I got home if I hadn’t sent them?” His tone is lightly sarcastic, and he shifts to his side so he’s looking at you.

“I never jump you don’t be ridiculous,” you retort.

“Uh-huh, then what was that last week—“

“Okay, never was the wrong word choice; I rarely jump you, and I didn’t tonight either.” You defend with a laugh.

“Okay,” Jaehyun concedes as he kisses your temple, “I’ll accept that tonight was just average horny, then.”

“It was a bit above average,” You turn your head towards him, “Now since you got your cum all over me are you going to help me wash it off like a gentleman?”

“Of course, I didn’t get into Gentleman’s Quarterly for nothing.” He grinned.

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hakka84 · 3 years

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I still can’t understand the nature of Duchy’s feelings for Kate.

Foreword: I’m not a Duchy/Kate shipper. I liked how her romantic life was depicted, I liked her with Roth, I liked her with Mike (with all the baggage and angst) and I respect the future narrated in the ending. I just wish to understand if what I get from the show is there and meant by the authors or if I’m seeing things. And, in case of the latter, if I’m the only one or others shares my headcanon.

Long meta under the cut.

In the first half of the Season 4, Dutchy’s behavior whenever is around Kate is erratic at best. It’s protective, a bit too much to be healthy, but at the same time he’s very cold and dismissing toward Kate. Only in Dutch Courage we finally understand the reasons behind his acting - because yes, we’re basically told that Duchy was acting around X so to not get too emotionally close.

But he clearly failed. He did became emotionally invested. Because, after he has finally faced his trauma, Duchy allows himself to drop down that wall that built regarding the XO and we see him looking at Kate more and more affectionately. Never, when his eyes land on Kate, are devoid of a feeling - even if the scene is full of humor and laugh, there’s this lingering affection that cannot be ignored. He clearly has feelings for her that go above a simple frienship - especially because that friendship had no time to blossom yet, we will see it more (even if usually in subtle gestures, never “in your face”) in Season 5. Duchy’s hovering and being over-protective might be a result of his trauma and the need he feels to make sure something like that won’t happen again. But. But there’s clearly more, else he would act the same when around and towards Mike. Which he doesn’t. He’s clearly loyal to Mike, as their CO, but not in the same way he displays toward Kate. The only other member of the crew that gets this protective treatment from Dutchy is Bird, toward whom Duchy (and basically everyone) acts like a big brother. Bird is this young cute thing that must be protected at all costs (the fact she’s 17yo and basically taking a 6-months tour to decide what to do next, so she has little to no training, clearly has something to do, but I guess Bird kicks in their protective streak because she looks frail - although they all admit she is strong, and she clearly is considering all the shit that happens to her in S4).

Sorry. Digression. Anyway. Kate is clearly the opposite of Bird. She’s trained, she has plenty of experience, she’s tough. She isn’t the woman that should kick-in a protective streak - and you see it in Buffer’s interactions with her. Buffer approached Kate like a respected XO who deserves his loyalty, both as Lieutenant and person, but nothing goes out of the line. Sure, the crew joke about Buffer’s infatuation toward Kate, but it’s just that (we know that, if there were someone Buffer was infatuated with, was Nav). Kate gets priority, when protection is concerned, as the second in command on the ship, but not as “woman named Kate” per se: she’s a crewmate, she just happens to matter a bit more because of her rank and position on the ship.

Yet, Duchy feels it’s his duty to protect her with the same diligence of a bodyguard that protects a princess, or a very important woman activist who’s been targeted by terrorists because of some reformations she is pushing for. By the way, Kudos for the actor, he manages to convey Duchy’s wish to protect and to shield Kate from any harm - not only physical but emotional as well.

But then you have this:

KATE: You can’t help who you fall in love with DUCHY: Yes, you can.

I’m not sure if this were the intention of the authors, but it feels to me that Duchy speaks for a personal experience that is still hurting him (see how harsh he sounds, if he just believed in it in abstract or is something from a distant past he would sound more... placid). And why would this exchange be included to start with?

Ok, at first it seems it’s there to highlight what’s happening between Bomber and 2Dads and how wrong it is. The main point I believe is actually to give Kate some food for thoughts that will eventually lead her to the breaking point in the S4 finale - especially when later you have Mike claim the same (you can choose who you fall in love). But what if there’s a third level to read here? Is this exchange meant to hint that Duchy is currently in the same situation for Kate nonetheless, where he choose not to fall in love with her and he therefore has managed to switch to platonic one-sides romance?

In this same episode, later, we see Duchy drugged up and he calls Kate “an angel” and acting like a a besotted guy and I don’t believe in the amused explanation given by Swain that it’s all up to the drugs. It feels that those drugs removed Duchy’s inhibitions, the strict control he acts on himself so that he may not let his feelings for Kate reveal themselves. The drugs allowed (of forced him) to reveal his true feelings instead, and he just can call himself lucky because he won’t remember anything - and neither Swain or Kate will likely tell him about it. So the secret - if a secret exists - is safe.

And then there’s the finale, when he sees Kate kissing Mike. He silently steps away, but the look on his face, some kind of mourning, and then how he diverts his eyes. There’s sadness, mostly sadness. I can’t tell if it’s just the sadness for discovering that the person he cares the most for is forced to suppress her feelings because of their job... or because the heart of the person he silently loves belongs to another. There’s no jealousy, but resignation. Perhaps I’m giving the actor too much credit here, but he always pull the “I suffer to see or hear that you’re suffering” look whenever Duchy is faced with a hint (be it a subtle gesture or a word) that Kate is suffering because of her unresolved thing with Mike (as during Mike and Kate’s reunion after the bombing in 5x01, when Mike explains how he felt when he heard about the news and couldn’t get in touch with them to know they were alive).

So. My impression is that Duchy loves Kate in a platonic way and acts like her shadow, protecting her and doing his best to make sure she is safe, with the kind of the generous love of a dog. He wants nothing in return, just see Kate is safe and sound and possibly fullfilled with her life, be it professional and personal. He’s the man who choose to step aside and keep his feelings a secret, wishing for the woman they love to find happiness. But is it an impression or this was what the authors were aiming to? If it’s like this, which is my heacanon, Duchy feels for Kate the most pure form of love: he doesn’t want Kate for himself because he knows he can’t, he wants to be the XO’s second, and to be so he cannot aspire to any relationship with her - his need to protect her and be at her side for as long the Navy will allow him exceeds any wish to be romantically involved with her. Or perhaps he doesn’t even feel any physical attraction for her, she “worships” her (in a healthy way) and he just feels “in the right place” at her side.

Or am I seeings things that don’t exist? Are romantic - platonic - feelings for Kate hinted at or not?

What makes me lean towards the “I cannot have her, my duty will be make sure no one and nobody will harm her”, is how his situation is a mirror of what we saw between Buffer and Nav. Buffer clearly harbored romantic feelings for Nav, she respected her as Nav but as person as well, and was pretty clear with E.T. about what he felt for Nav went beyond a “I like her as crewmate” (so much that he got the “you could be her dad” retort). But then Nav - unaware - tells him he’s a valuable friend so he quietly backs away, accepting that she doesn’t see him like he sees her, and that their friendship is more important than his (eventual) broken heart and disappointment: she doesn’t need to be told that he had feelings for her because she did nothing to encourage him, and he will always be there for her, he’ll be the friend she needs and loves. And yes, when he understands that E.T. is serious, he steps back: E.T. will not hurt Nav so he doesn’t need to protect her from him. Buffer isn’t the most emotional of the group (compare it to Swain), so it’s most left to us to imagine it, but I get that he was fine with Nav and E.T. and he would demand to be a witness in the wedding (although he would be ready to back down and allow Mike the honor), because that’s how Buffer shows he’s a sweet cinnamon under his macho navy glorified combat and security expert.

Now, Buffer and Nav are at the same level (although Nav is higher, rank speaking?); Duchy and the XO no, so the context is a bit different. But there are many similarities, as the two buffers both feel affection for a woman crewmate who happens to be courted/involved with another. They are the most respectful they could be, in such a situation of unrequited romance.

Kudos to the authors: both (if we believe Duchy loved Kate) situations were depicted with the upmost respect. Seldom you see one-sided romances treated this way - no angst, no drama, the man stepping back and not forcing the woman to their unrequited feelings, the man not taking any frustration and broken heart out on the unaware object of their feelings (or like, anyone else).

As far as I can tell, all the romances in the show were good written - we got all the kinds you can get, from “girl/man of the day - it felt like a fairytale until I discovered you’re a drug dealer” to the longer spanning a half a season, the “we must repress our feelings for job reasons” to “I can’t literally control myself”, but all were tasteful, wonderfully nuances and with a decent balance between the two parties involved.

#sea patrol

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