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#I'm quickly becoming the type of person to dress up for anything
heeliopheelia · 5 months
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BAD IDEA RIGHT? (p. sunghoon)
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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
includes: toxic relationship, implied cheating, dry humping, degrading, spanking, swearing, spitting in mouth, pet names, choking, manhandling, unprotected sex, hair pulling, bratty reader, dumbification, fingers sucking, oral (m receiving)
word count: 2.6k
synopsis: 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘺
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u up?
from: why isn't he blocked yet?
- read 2:31 am
Sighing for the fourth time this past minute, you click your phone screen off and toss the device to the other side of your bed. The contemplating is pointless – the both of you know that you'll be at his door within the next twenty minutes.
Was breaking up with Sunghoon a smart decision? Yes. Just one look back at your relationship makes you feel sick right now. The constant partying, the never subsiding jealousy, the permanent uncertainty whether you're gonna find a girl in his bed sheets each time he didn't answer his phone for more than two hours. If Park Sunghoon's toxicity could be graded – it would be 3. Severe significant but not immediately life-threatening.
So, including all of these facts, was becoming his fuck buddy a logical step? Well, sex is never about logicality anyways, right? It's his personality and cockiness that you dropped without any hesitation – his bedroom skills on the other hand... Yeah, it was not so easy to give up. There isn't a bone in your body that's able to resist this temptation.
see u in 10
As your fingers quickly type the reply to his text, you blindly snatch your car keys from the cupboard and head out the front door, exposing your half-naked skin to the cool autumn air. You didn't bother dressing in anything else besides this ridiculously oversized t-shirt you always sleep in, knowing well that the second your foot meets the threshold of his messy dorm, all of your clothes will be gone before you even get the chance to say hi.
And that's exactly what happens. You text him a quick i'm here. He opens the door and with a lopsided smile pulls you into a rough kiss. You shut the door behind you two with your foot. He pushes you against them and tugs the hem of your shirt up, only to toss it somewhere on the floor.
"Wow, you came here quick. Must be a new record or somethin'," he teases breathily into your lips, working his teeth down your jawline to your neck. "Someone must've missed me a lot, huh?"
"Shut up and just get to it," you mutter with a roll of your eyes as your hands greedily roam over his bare chest. "You always talk too much."
Sunghoon only chuckles, the sound vibrates through his chest as he closes the gap between you two and kisses you hard on the lips again. It's almost automatic, how he taps the back of your thighs, the way you jump, the way he catches you before smacking a stinging slap on your ass, he carries you and sits the both of you on his well worn couch.
"Well, you know what to do now, don't you, baby girl?" He grins widely, legs fixing into a man spread as he looks at you pointedly.
With a roll of your eyes, you place your hands on his toned shoulders and push your body forward until your chest is pressed to his.
"Stop. Talking."
Before his big mouth gets the chance to yap again, you roll your hips against his growing bulge, effectively shutting him up. He leans his head backwards, resting it on the headrest as he watches you with a cocky smile. He crosses his arms behind his head, making his muscles flex prominently. You scoff at his obnoxiousness although the throbbing between your thighs increases annoyingly.
You move your hips steadily, quickly finding the right rhythm. Sunghoon groans and lowers one of his hands to your hip, spreading his big palm on your hot skin. The rough feeling of your lacy panties rubbing onto your clit makes you bite your lip to stifle a moan.
You lean forward and pull his face to yours with a firm grip on the hair at the back of his head. The kiss is all spit and teeth – just as messy as your relationship, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
Lips swollen and flushed faced, you circle your hips faster, rubbing yourself against him. It doesn't take much longer until his gray sweatpants are messed up with the dark stain of precum and you smirk at the sight of the prominent tent in his pants.
"Are you gonna cum? So soon? Looks like you must've missed me even more," you tease while nibbling on his bottom lip.
You watch him raise his eyebrow at your cheeky behavior and then he clicks his tongue. "Nah, that's enough. Don't know where'd you get this idea that you can speak to me like that. Thought you'd know better by now."
With one firm movement, he grabs your face in between his fingers and squishes your cheeks together, not even a bit of tenderness in his touch. You fail to keep your moan inside this time.
"Open up," he orders and taps at your puckered lips with his thumb. You obey without a second thought in your mind and part your smushed mouth as wide as you can. Sunghoon pulls your chin down roughly and spits right on your tongue. The act is so lewd, so fucking hot, it makes you subconsciously roll your hips over his clothed bulge and whimper at the commotion. Sunghoon scoffs at your drastically changed demeanor. "Filthy fucking whore. Couldn't ever dominate me properly for the life of you."
And then he flips you around. His strong hand pushes your chest flush to the couch, pressing on the arch of your back as your face gets shoved in the same cushions that you bought him once you had first started dating. To make this rusty place look actually inhabited, you told him then. Now, you drown in their scent as they nearly cut off your breathing supplies.
You can hear some ruffles coming from behind you which you can only assume is the sound of Sunghoon's sweats hitting the floor before his tall frame hovers over your back. A yelp leaves your lips as his hand suddenly comes forward and slaps your ass with a loud smack. His fingers skid over the black lace of your panties before pushing them to the side and dipping two of his digits between your weeping folds.
"Would you look at that? You're fucking dripping for me, baby. Some things never change, huh?" He teases ruthlessly but before you can bite back, your breath gets stolen away as you feel his hot, hard tip brushing past your entrance. You moan loudly, fingers clenching on the cushion tightly as he wraps an arm under your stomach and props your ass higher, only to bully his cock into you until he bottoms out. "Now, let the show begin."
A shiver runs down your spine when he pulls out of you completely before plummeting his length back into you again. It burns slightly and Sunghoon knows that, but with the lewd moans you're letting out he thinks that, surely, you must be a little bit masochistic.
He pushes you even deeper into the couch and relishes in the wheezed gasps of breath you're huffing out as he fucks into you. His hips work quick and sharp, snapping into you from behind and making your clammy skin clap with each contact. He fits just so damn perfectly in between your folds as they clamp around him so deliciously, making him let out grunt after grunt.
"H-harder, Sunghoon."
Your whine comes out muffled and even though your ex could hear you loud and clear, he purposefully slows his movements down and leans over to you closer, making his dick bury itself even deeper inside you and causing your eyes to roll back momentarily.
"What was that, princess? Didn't quite catch that."
You can practically hear the smirk that's surely plastered on his lips but you're too swallowed up in the pleasure to let it rub on your dignity anyhow. You only throw your hips backwards and whine louder for him, fueling up his already too big ego. "Fuck me harder. Please."
"Ah," Sunghoon lets out a short chuckle, then pulls away from you again. "Well, because you asked so nicely..."
Your eyes roll back again from how well he's fucking you, your words now meddled all together as he pounds you into the mattress. Without the slightest effort, he hits that gushy spot inside of you over and over again, just like he's done dozens times before, and still making you writhe in his grip like a prude. One that you, most definitely, are not.
Your teeth sink into the cushion as you try and muffle your borderline pornographic moans, in attempt to spare his neighbours the same shit show that have to endure every week. With the feeling of his large frame hovering above you, bare bodies hitting each other with every of his thrusts, you find yourself coming even sooner than you expected.
You moan and whine and jolt in his arms from where he still has you pressed down.
"That's it, baby. Fuck, just like that," he pants, hands sprawled on your ass and caressing the soft flesh before he spreads your cheeks a little further apart, watching his cock disappear in between your throbbing walls. Sunghoon groans. "Fuuuuck, look at you. Such perfect pussy. My perfect girl. No one will ever fuck you as well as I do."
Clenching your fists on the cushions, you pant as well. "Shut the fuck up. I'm not yours. We broke up for a reason, asshole," you scoff. "Thought you'd remember such unforgettable afternoon."
Sunghoon barks a laugh from above you before twisting your hair around his palm and tugging your head up until your back is pressed flat to his chest.
"Still so snarky even after I just blew your brains out. Guess I'll just have to fuck this attitude outta you once again. Gonna make sure you can't walk tomorrow, yeah?"
You don't even have it in you to bite back as he instantly starts pistoning into you, deep and rough, without waiting for your first high to cool off even slightly.
"A-ah, Hoon, w-wait," you mewl, growing on your pitch, clawing at his arm that's wrapped around your waist and prevents you from moving away. You clench your eyes tightly. "Too fast! Slow down."
He huffs, tugging your hair even harder to bite at your jawline as you arch your neck. "Nah, I don't think so. You're gonna stay still and take what I give you."
His hips are unforgiving. Your brain turns off as he plummets into you, only thing you're capable of doing is letting out a small ah, yes or please every couple seconds.
Nothing but white noise is surrounding you now. His heavy and so fucking full cock splits you in half and makes you, quite literally, see stars. You let him manhandle you like some rag doll, taking every inch of his dripping length.
"Cat's got your tongue now, little girl?" Sunghoon teases, leaving a slap on your ass again. He chuckles. "You're squeezing me like some fucking virgin."
Your thighs are a mess of his precum and your slick release. You know you're about to cum again, it's inevitable with the way he's fucking into you. Absentmindedly, one of your hands loosen its grip on his arm and slides down to your aching pussy to try and relieve the pent up tension a little quicker. But before your fingers ever make contact with your swollen clit, you feel a sharp sting on your palm as Sunghoon slaps it away.
"We ain't playing like that, sweets," he scowls as he untangles his hand from your hair and lets you drop limp on the couch again.
It's insane how his body still reacts to you, even after seeing you in the exact same position so many times before. He can barely keep himself from cumming inside you here and there as he watches you squirm beneath him, fingers curling and gripping on first better object as you moan and cry out his name like a mantra.
He doesn't let you rest for much longer though. He leans forward, strong, veiny arms gripping your wrists before pulling them back towards him and lifting you up again. That position only enables you to feel him even better, closer and deeper, and with one, two, three more thrusts of his hips you're coming again with a moan that sounds very much like a sob on your lips.
Sunghoon grunts in your ear and bites his lip harshly. He's always been weak for you. Never was able to keep his hands away from you. So as all of his senses are overwhelmed, overstimulated with you and you only, he grabs you by your waist and flips you on your back quickly.
He finally gets to look at your fucked out face. Your teary eyes and flushed cheeks make him curse under his breath as his dick throbs even harder. With a strangled groan he pulls on your chin and opens your mouth widely. He watches with amazement as you eagerly capture his long fingers with your lips and suck them without giving it much thought.
"Fuck, wait–," he lets out a long moan, quickly pulling his digits out of your swollen mouth. "Open up a little wider, baby."
And you do so, mind hazy as he hovers above you and slowly pushes his thick cock between your parted lips. Your eyes roll into your skull as he throat fucks you without giving you as much as a warning, hand pressing on the front of your neck and making you gag around him instantly.
"Shh, just a little more," he coos breathlessly and bottoms out in your mouth, pelvis touching your wet lips. "You can take it for me, can't you?"
You choke and moan at the same time. Tears stream down your cheeks and mix with your saliva as they drip down your chin. It's so messy, so filthy, yet you genuinely don't recall when was the last time you felt this heavenly. His cock suffocates you as he fucks into your mouth roughly, moaning and grunting in the process.
Both of your heads are spinning, Sunghoon finally cums, hips stuttering, and releases thick ropes of cum down your throat. You swallow and slurp around him, trying to gather as much of it as you can without letting it go to waste. The familiar salty, slightly bitter taste hits your palate just right and you suck him clean from every single drop.
With a heavy sigh, Sunghoon slumps down on the couch right next to you, hand traveling to your bare thigh and caressing it with his fingertips. You lay in your place for a while, catching your breath and collecting your thoughts as you subconsciously lean into his touch.
This scene is nothing new – the both of you being way too touchy, way too soft after fucking each other's minds away. It's not new, the way you stand up and push him back on the couch as he tries to follow you to the bathroom to shower with you. You wash yourself quickly, then steal another one of his shirts per usual.
You walk back to the living room where Sunghoon stayed and the question he asks is as old as time.
"Stay the night?"
And, like you always do, you send him a mocking smile and grab the keys from the cupboard where you left them an hour ago.
"Bye, Hoon," you say and twist the door handle.
And he calls after you, not a week where he's been wrong, "See you next Friday, baby."
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𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯' 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?
𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯' 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘵, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦
𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘹, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵?
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garfunklefield · 19 days
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Pools and Honey
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fem!reader/Kento Nanami Warnings: reader has a temperature kink, pool .. fondling? outdoor sex but it's in his backyard, creampie, grinding, fondling, intense sexual tension, Nanami is the consent king, praise, dilf!Nanami, there is like a twenty year age gap, Nanami is divorced and also wears glasses again :P, Yuji and Sukuna are his kids, fluff, there is plot to this porn Word count: 4857 DESC: You become the live-in maid and babysitter for the hot dilf Kento Nanami.
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You got a match. It had been several days since you had put your resume up on a babysitting website, in hopes of someone swiping yes on you. All you needed was somebody to say “Yes of course watch my child, you stranger!” But it wasn’t looking good. You wanted to give up and continue going to your dead-end job, giving up your dream of raising children in hopes of being a good mother someday. 
But then you got a match. It was a man older than you, about his forties, with two young boys. He was polite in his message, detailing how pay would work even the boys’ temperament. They were twins, ages 7. Ryomen and Yuji. Yuji was a blessing to the world with a habit of forgetting stranger danger, whereas Ryomen seemed to be … spunky as his dad put it. You knew it was another word for a problem child. They looked adorable in their photos, although you found yourself staring more at their father than anything else. 
Kento Nanami… From the way he dressed in that selfie with him and his boys, the background of a few other photos, and the pay he was offering you could tell he was rich. A rich dilf who was offering a higher salary than what you were getting at your current job. It made your mouth water thinking about how all your bills would be paid. 
Then you got to read his message more. It was polite and well-structured, with good grammar. Formal, a bit too formal if you thought about it but you didn’t mind. He was looking for a live-in maid and babysitter, who could watch his children 24/7 without hesitation. 
He wanted you to move in? Well not entirely. He wanted to ease into the live-in maid situation and get the boys accustomed to you. If the first meet-up didn’t work you knew there wouldn’t be any hope for the future. It wasn’t looking too grim, and you were elated at the thought of living in a big house for free with a rich older man. You shot him back a simple reply and soon the date was set to meet the Nanami’s.
It was hard to pick out what to wear and you decided on something more conservative than you’d typically go for. It was about the boys today and you wanted to make sure you didn’t scare off their father either by dressing too scandalously. You wore a big black turtleneck and some loose-fitting jeans, all to cover your figure. 
Walking up the steps of his house it was hard to stare. Ivory walls that shot up off the ground and about three stories from what you could gauge. Who really needed all of that house? No one! Nonetheless, you quickly moved through the driveway and the maze of plants, approaching the front door. It was black with a large gold doorknob. Inside you heard nothing with no sign of life from the outside of the house either. But once you touched the ring doorbell, because of course what rich person doesn’t have that, you saw lights flick on. Not just lights but you heard a loud crash, followed by clambering to get to the door. 
Two boys, you knew it. There was some commotion between the two of them before you heard a man’s deep and soothing voice break their tension, followed by a “Yes Dad” from the boys. God, he looked and sounded hot? You were completely and utterly done for. Dating your boss was a complete no in this field, something you knew from experience. But you couldn't help it! You had a type. Dilfs. 
The door opened and you were met with a man who you soon realized was much taller than you anticipated. He was blonde, hollow cheekbones filled his face, and he stared at you with dead tired eyes. Kento, as you remembered, had on the same pair of thick aviator glasses that were perched upon his thin nose. He wore a simple outfit of a button-up shirt and some slacks, and you noticed a fancy watch on the wrist of the hand he moved to shake yours with. 
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he spoke politely, not bothering to gaze at you as intensely as you were staring at him. You reminded yourself to blink and you quickly returned his handshake, trying not to grip him too firmly. 
“It’s a pleasure to meet you two, Mr. Nanami. I’m very excited to meet Yuji and Ryomen,” you smiled, tilting your head a bit. You mainly did that to see a bit of the inside better, and to gauge where the boys were. 
You heard another loud crash and Kento retracted his hand, turning his head to find where the noise was coming from, “Speak of the devil. Boys,” he warned, his voice edging a faint shout. You heard some scrambling and you saw two of the cutest boys in the world scurry up to their father. 
You could instantly tell who was who, even though they were practically identical. Yuji had wide eyes full of wonder, with a green dinosaur shirt on and pink spiky hair pushed downwards against his forehead. His cheeks were plump and fat, bouncing upwards into a smile when he saw you. Then there was Ryomen. He looked agitated, with his hair spiked upwards and a plain black shirt adorned on his small body. He looked at you for a moment and his eyes widened before he averted his gaze quickly. 
“It’s so nice to meet you,” you turned your attention to the both of them, bending down and resting your hands on your knees to meet their eye level. You spoke your name and then smiled, first at the boy who wasn’t looking at you, “You’re Ryomen, right? I like your hair. My brother likes to make his all messy like that too.” 
The little boy looked back at you with a sheepish expression, before nodding, “S’nothing,” was all he said, looking over to his brother. It was as if he expected Yuji to be the center of attention once you were done talking to him and you felt your heart squeeze. You knew why. Problem children never got looked at the same as well-behaved children, especially if the two were side by side. From the way Ryomen looked at you, he knew you’d become busy with Yuji. He was always cast aside, compared to his brother, probably even ridiculed for it. All he needed was attention. And it didn’t seem Yuji cared if you paid attention to him either way, as he was now busy trying to get his father to pick him up. 
“Yuji, why don’t you say hi to your babysitter?” Kento asked blankly, his voice remaining flat as he spoke. 
Yuji glanced at you and waved, smiling widely, “Hi!” Before turning back to his dad and making grabby hands. 
You smiled and waved back, turning your head to Ryomen again, “Is your favorite color black? Mine’s dark red, it’s kinda similar if you think about it,” you spoke calmly and delicately, in a way you knew he hadn’t experienced very often. 
He nodded, cracking a toothy smile, “Mhm. And green. I like green … cause it’s like leaves,” Ryomen motioned to the plants behind you. 
Kento cleared his throat and you gazed back at him, “Why don’t you come inside? Make yourself comfortable.” You nodded and followed suit, coming inside. 
Yuji and Ryomen played on the floor, wrestling around or using their action figures. You sat on the couch a few feet away from their gorgeous father, who spoke occasionally to you. You thought it would go a bit differently, with more questions on your qualifications or your flexibility. But instead, he seemed to be observing how you acted with his children. The boys seemed instantly comfortable, Yuji it wasn’t surprising, but for Ryomen, you felt slightly surprised. From the way he was described, you were expecting a boy who was too bratty to even look at you respectfully. Instead, he was polite and soft-spoken. Every time he accidentally stepped on your foot or chucked a toy in your direction he’d apologize quickly and go back to doing his activity, nothing malicious about him. 
“They’re cute,” you murmured, getting lost in just watching them be kids. God your ovaries just hurt at the sight of them, it made you wonder why it was taking you so long to find someone to settle down with. Well maybe…
You shook your head. No. You couldn’t date your boss, especially with his kids in the mix. Not to mention, he probably had a wife. This big of a house, and with his looks? There was no way he was single. He had to be married and you let out a sigh as you accepted this dilf was out of reach. 
“They’re very comfortable with you. With the last babysitter, they were too shy,” Kento nodded as he spoke, using his left hand to motion to his kids. You glanced and your heart sped up. He didn’t have a ring. His hand was completely bare aside from the watch. Was he actually single? There was no way in hell he was single. 
“I’m glad. Ryomen’s such a sweetheart and so is Yuji, of course,” a small smile bit on your lips as you watched the two boys wrestle around on the floor without a care in the world. God they were cute and god did your uterus hurt. 
“People don’t typically say that about Ryomen,” he sighed, pressing his index finger against the middle of his glasses to push them up, “I’m glad to hear something different for once.”
It was sad but you knew it was true. Before you could reply, Kento spoke again, “I think I want to hire you right away as a full-time maid, if you’re willing to accept. I have a good feeling about this.”
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You quickly learned the status of your boss's romance life after overhearing a few too many phone calls. He was divorced with a wife who had a thing for younger men. They’d often talk on the phone in a way that made your skin crawl. So tense and so passive-aggressive. You picked up the fact that she must’ve cheated or done something to push him over the edge, but none of it was confirmed. 
The boys would spend every weekend with their mother and whatever boyfriend she had then. He didn’t mind being alone with you, he seemed to enjoy it. Kento would speak casually about a book he was reading, or just about something random that had happened to him that day. As if he was a friend or polite coworker, rather than your actual boss. It didn’t help either that your attraction for him grew. Every time his hand would accidentally brush against yours or his eyes would graze against your skin, you felt yourself become as light as a feather. 
You wanted to feel his cold hands rake up and down your body, grabbing you in ways you knew he never would. You wanted to feel him become hard underneath your touch and revel in the fact you could make such a man bend to your will. But you had no hopes of him ever liking you like that. His glances were long, sure, but very PG. You never caught him once staring at your ass or a bit of cleavage through your shirt. His eyes were always on your face, with a polite faint smile ghosting his lips. 
Today was Saturday. The two young boys were gone and it was you and Kento alone, sitting on his long white couch. He was a few feet across from you, legs casually crossed as he read some book you weren’t too familiar with. It was growing increasingly hot in the room and you couldn’t tell if it was your hormones or the fact the AC hadn’t been lowered in a few hours. It was almost summer so the fact it was getting warmer wasn’t too surprising. It was maybe mid-afternoon, with the sun shining through his back screen door. 
You had eyed it for a long time before even asking him about the pool in the back. He didn’t typically use it as you soon learned, instead opting to sit and read. Always read. But it felt different. You tugged at the collar of your shirt and made some comment about how it was becoming too hot to handle. 
Kento’s eyes glanced from one of the pages to your face, before setting down the book on his lap, “You’re hot?” He raised an eyebrow as he spoke. 
You nodded, “I might grab some ice to eat if that’s okay,” you motioned to the kitchen in the other room, separated by a half wall. 
“You can go swimming,” he suggested, nodding his head over to the glass door, “It’ll cool you down.” A different look filled your boss’s eye as he then added, “I’ll join you.”
With that, Kento stood up and headed upstairs to his room. The way he looked at you wasn’t the same as it had always been. You couldn’t tell if it was just a playful glance or perhaps a lustful gleam filling his eyes. You couldn’t tell if he wanted this evening to turn into something more than just a casual swim in his pool. 
You weren’t sure which bathing suit to wear. You had a suit you’d wear in front of your family, it was a red one-piece that practically covered everything. But if it was going where you thought it was going you didn’t want to cover up. Instead, you opted for a pink two-piece with ribbons and bows on the sides. It was cute and innocent, the total opposite of your mind at that moment. God you could just picture his big hands on your ass, grinding you against the bulge in his pants while you two stayed in the water. It turned you on to think of how warm he’d be in contrast to the icy cool water against your skin. And you hoped he’d stare at you with some ounce of perversion in his gaze. Some ounce of pure unbridled lust. 
Once you finished changing and put your hair up into something you considered fashionable, you made your way onto the back patio. It didn’t take you very long to find Kento sitting poolside, with his legs in the water. God just the sight of his back was enough to make the tender spot between your legs melt. He was toned and muscular, practically sculpted by god. You wanted so desperately to run your hands down his back and up his front, just tracing each muscle to feel him squirm. 
“Kento,” you began, closing the screen door behind you. He turned his head and let his dull eyes rake up your body ever so slowly. There was a new kind of tension that wasn’t there the day you first met. It was as if he was looking at you from a whole new lens. It was as if he finally thought he had a chance. 
“I like it. Is it new?” He inquired, motioning with his right hand for you to sit beside him. You followed quietly, making sure to keep a few inches of space in between you two as you perched beside the pool and felt the cold water run up your legs. 
You bit your lip at the sensation of prickling cold and closed your eyes. Who wasn’t into a bit of temperature play, right? You had completely forgotten to answer Nanami, getting lost in the sensation of cold water against your skin. The mixture of that and the fact you could practically feel the warmth radiating off of your boss made you wetter beyond belief. 
He cleared his throat and you looked at him through rows of thick eyelashes, “Hm?” Your head lazily tilted to the side, with a hazy blush forming at the temples of your cheeks. He was godly. His chest was made from the finest of marble and cut just to suit your perverted gaze. It made him seem unnaturally beautiful if that was even possible. 
“I like your bathing suit,” Kento repeated, with his voice turning to a silky low tone. You could practically hear him groaning and moaning in your ear. 
You nodded and turned away, staring down into the blue water. It was so clear you could see the bottom below you, which was painted a stark white. You could also see Kento’s legs, which were (just like his back) completely toned and rippled with muscles. 
“I like yours,” you replied before dipping down into the water. You bit back a moan at the incredibly cold feeling shooting up your back and in between your legs, gripping onto the edge to steady yourself. Now if it just got incredibly hot… god that would be perfect. You looked up at him with a sheepish grin, noting the fact his eyes were completely glued on you. Not your face though. 
Kento hadn’t had a chance to fully take in your form, seeing as you only wore baggy clothes in front of him. And now he had a perfect view of your breasts and it turned you on from how he stared. You could tell he wanted to fondle them and make them his. Bite along the skin and suck your nipples until they are sensitive to the touch. You bit your bottom lip again, feeling a throb pulsate through your swollen clit. Just any sort of friction would’ve been nice at that moment. 
He hopped down into the water a few moments later, keeping his distance. It was as if he stood too close he’d lose all control and do something he’d regret in the morning. But you wanted so badly for him to lose control and fuck you senseless in the water. You wanted him to take your wet pussy and brand it with his cock until he was milked dry. 
“Thank you,” Kento whispered, eyes staring up into the sky which was beginning to turn an orange color in the distance, “The boys really like you. And I really like you… is that odd to you?” He looked back at you with an intense gaze. 
You shook your head, “I like you. It’s not weird. I…” You couldn’t say it. You couldn’t confess that you had been having those thoughts to him. You couldn’t tell your boss you wanted him to fuck you. You couldn’t.
He took one slow step towards you, big hands coming and resting against the small of your back, “Tell me. Does this make you uncomfortable?” His voice was a low purr, with his eyes boring holes into yours. 
You felt your cheeks heat up and prickle a warm shade of pink, “...No.” 
“Can I continue?” The blonde man tilted his head to the side, begging to inch closer to your perfect body. His hands moved from your back to grip onto your side, molding against your love handles and massaging them with a circular motion. 
You couldn’t help yourself and you nodded quickly, bringing your hands to rest on his chest, “Please,” was all you had to whisper, because then his hands moved from your love handles to cradle your ass. One hand rubbed large circles while the other squeezed and prodded at it, just to get a rise out of you. You inhaled sharply and groaned into the sensation, pressing yourself against his stiff body, feeling the tent in his swimsuit press against your front.
“You tease me… walking around with those outfits, to make me wonder what body you have underneath,” Kento cooed, resting his chin against your head, “I could fuck you into apologizing, hm? I could make you sorry for teasing me like that if I was mean…” 
A whimper came tumbling out of your mouth just at his words. God his voice was heavenly. You wanted him to whisper sweet nothings into your ear as he fucked you from behind, forcing your back into an arch and pulling you by your hair. 
“You like that, I’m not surprised,” you could practically hear the smile biting at his lips as he pulled you back by your hips. He stared down at your face before pulling one of his hands from your lower half to touch your cheek, “May I kiss you?”
Your legs melted then and there. What a gentleman. What a fucking gentleman. Every single time he asked, even when he could gauge the answer from the look on your dumbstruck face, he asked. It made you hornier to just think he cared about how you felt in that moment. He cared about you in a way that wasn’t just sexual. I mean he entrusted you with his kids 24/7 of course he cared!
“Kiss me,” you whispered, resting your hand against his own on your face. A nurturing smile formed on his soft mouth and you felt it press against your own. It was chaste and sweet, just to test the waters. But it didn’t stay that way for long. 
He pressed shallow kisses against your lips just to build up the sensation before englonging them ever so slightly. They got longer and longer until his mouth wasn’t moving from yours, but instead molding to become one. He sucked against your bottom lip and kissed you with passion. It was delicate and gentle, but you could tell he wanted to go crazy. You could tell he was holding back and it drove you crazy!
Kento tilted his head and slowly deepened the kiss, bringing your bodies closer together. His hands were underneath your thighs, pulling you up until your feet were no longer touching the bottom of the pool. Instead of bringing you to sit on the edge of the pool as you thought he was going to do, he put his leg in between yours and pressed you against his knee. Friction. 
You moaned into the kiss and began to rock your hips back and forth, anything to get off to elevate the throbbing in your pussy. The man’s hands didn’t stay PG for long, one staying on your ass to prop you up as the other moved to untie your swimsuit top from behind. You needed to cum, it was a primal urge in your gut. You had to cum, you couldn’t stand not being able to anymore. And you needed to cum with Kento, on Kento, anywhere. 
“May I?” Kento asked, looking down at you as he messed with the string of your bikini top. You nodded and moaned out an exacerbated please and he followed suit. 
Your swimsuit top was off within a few seconds and he didn’t take long to attack one of your nipples, sticking your breast inside his mouth. He knew exactly what to do, using his tongue to roll over the nub and his teeth to grade against the sensitive area. You didn’t even realize you liked having your nipples sucked until he just … did it. 
“F-fuck… me m-m..fuck me pl..please,” you breathed out, aching for some form of release. You had never needed it this bad in your entire life. It was starting to hurt from how badly you wanted him to fuck you. You wanted his girthy cock to stretch your holes and pump you with load after a load of his warm cum. 
Kento didn’t have to be told twice. You found yourself now perched on the side of the pool, dazed and horny as he pulled himself out to sit beside you. The concrete ground was hard against your ass but you weren’t on there for long. He grabbed you delicately and picked you up, cradling you close to his chest. It was almost familiar, leaning your head against his pecs as he walked over to one of the many couches on the patio. 
“Out here…?” You murmured as he set you on your stomach, prepping a pillow underneath you beforehand. 
You felt a large and hard hand rub a circle against your ass cheek, “I have a fence,” was all he said as he pulled down your swimsuit bottoms and tossed them to the side. You heard some shuffling then a warm and bulbous head pressed against your slit, “May I?”
“P-please,” you whined, bracing yourself for the stretch. Nanami put both hands on your hips and slowly inserted himself. He was gentle and careful, stopping every few seconds to check in to make sure you weren’t hurting. The way he filled you out made you almost cum then and there.  
“I’ll start slow so you can adjust to th-” He had begun but you promptly cut him off with another whine. 
“No… just go,” you turned your head to look at him with a pout forming on your lips, “I’m beyond ready, Kento.” 
He blinked a few times, and an air of surprise hinted on his face. He hadn’t expected you to be so eager to be railed by his cock, but he shouldn’t have been surprised. Your stares were obvious from the beginning. You bit your lip and stared back at him, just waiting for him to begin. 
Kento sighed and nodded, “Very well,” was all he said. He reached down, one hand on your hip and the other grabbing one of yours, “I’ll start now.”
He patted your hip and then began. You didn’t have time to brace yourself as he started rough. His hips snapped into your cunt and you felt his tip kiss your G-spot within seconds. You tensed and curled your back inwards, feeling the sensation grow with every thrust. Nanami was just a god at everything he did, easily fucking you as if it was second nature. His cock thrust in and out of you in perfect rhythm, plapping against your ass loudly. But you both didn’t seem to care. 
“F-fuck!” You gasped, burying your head against the couch cushion, “A-ah.. I- mm ha- f-f-..fuck.” Not exactly a sentence but it was music to his ears. You couldn’t help it. You’d never been one to be loud typically when you were fucked, but this was different. There wasn’t any build-up and god was it just better. The fact he was going and going and going, without a care for how sensitive you were turned you on beyond belief.
Nanami’s hand brushed against your hip and pressed down at the small of your back, pushing your back from curling inwards to arching back again, “There we go… good girl. I want you to stay arched for me, okay pretty girl?” You whimpered and nodded a few times, looking back to see him intensely staring at your form. He rubbed small circles into your back and held you there, keeping you arched for his big cock. 
He continued to fuck you, ramming his girthy length deep in your cunt, practically asking you to squirt down his shaft. And god you were so close to cumming. You hadn’t even noticed but Kento was getting close. You began to tell from how his thrusts got sloppier, or how his hand pressed deeper into your back, forcing your arch lower and lower. 
“Fuck…” He breathed out, leaning forward to rest his head against your mid back. You felt his ball smack against your cunt, with his body pressing down against yours as you two became one. He could tell you were close, muttering, “You’re going to cum… huh?” 
You let out a loud moan as a response, with your hips jerking up. It felt so good to the point where you couldn’t control your bodily movements anymore. Kento sat back up, groaning and then stiffening. You didn’t realize what was happening until you felt a warm load shoot deep into your pussy, causing you to cum as well. Load after load shot into your walls and coated you in white, milking him completely dry. His hand pressed into your back again, keeping you arched as he rode out his high. 
Kento slowly came to a stop, letting go of your hand to hold your hips delicately. He used his fingers to brush along the skin and rub small circles on the areas he grabbed or pressed too hard, looking you over with an intense gaze. 
“I…” You slowly began, turning your head to glance sheepishly at your boss. He looked down at you, breathing quickly. He blinked a few times, with his expression softening when he began to read the tone of your face. “I should quit, shouldn’t I?” You murmured, eyes fluttering close. 
The blonde let out a sigh followed by a breathless laugh, “I thought that was going differently,” he mused, before clearing his throat and adding, “I don’t mind if you quit as long as you stay in my house … with me.” 
You opened your eyes, “Of course, Kento. Of course.
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I'm the ugliest nerd in the world and I have nobody. I wish I was a man with dark brown eyes, nice muscles and everything that makes a himbo... and every nerd I kiss becomes a man like only an Arabian fairy tale could tell. He would only want me. Only I could keep his muscular body up with kisses and fucks.
Can you grant me this one Wish?
An Arabian fairy tale
Once upon a time, there was a nerd called Gregor. He lived his life in a big city and every day, he was miserable. Not only was he gay and lonely, no, the little nerd was also ugly. He wasn't just ugly, no, he was the ugliest nerd there was in the whole country.
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Every day he wished he could find a lover and live happily ever after, but every day, he was reminded of his status as a lonely nerd. He tried online-dating, but due to his exterior, nobody seemed to want him.
Gregor was a shy, awkward guy who didn't get many chances to talk to strangers. In his free time, he enjoyed writing fantasy stories, a hobby that didn't bring him too many friends, either. It was frustrating, too. In his stories, the hero always managed to find a true love. He wasn't alone, no, he had someone at his side.
In his real life, however, Gregor didn't have such luck. The best thing that happened to him in a while was meeting another nerd online. There wasn't going to be anything romantic between them. As fate would have it, the other nerd, called Evan was also gay and lived not too far away, but Evan had made it pretty clear early on that Gregor just wasn't his type. Instead, he rooted for manly men, with a different ethnic background. Evan and Gregor spent a long lonely night in voice chat together, discussing their preferences. Evan apparently longed for the firm touch of a strong man with Arabic background.
Meanwhile, Gregor didn't dare say what he wished for. What was the use, anyway? There was no way it was going to happen. No one wanted to be with a weak, ugly nerd like him. To be honest, he didn't actually really know himself. In his thoughts, a partner was something so abstract, so far away that he hadn't even thought about how such a person would look like.
Evan's fantasy wasn't bad, though. After their talk, Gregor lay awake in his bed and imagined strong, middle-eastern men, along with Evan. Perhaps he had developed a slight crush on the other nerd. Finally, he drifted off to sleep, wishing that he and Evan could be together.
When Gregor awoke the next morning, he felt strangely energetic and in a pretty good mood. Thinking nothing of it, he quickly got dressed and thought about what to do today. He didn't have any work to do and would usually have spent the day indoors, writing one of his stories. However, after the refreshing talk yesterday, that didn't feel all too appealing. Instead, he had an idea: He knew where Evan lived and worked. Perhaps he should walk over to that other part of the city, and they could have a coffee. Not as a date, of course - but more as a continuation of last night's talk.
Gregor didn't have time to waste and left the house. As he stepped into the sun, the first thing he noticed was how bright the world suddenly appeared. He didn't think much of it, but a few moments later, the second strange thing happened: People were looking at him!
Now, Gregor was of course used to people looking after him - he was really ugly, after all! But today, it was different. The gazes that lingered on him didn't seem to be hostile or disgusted. They seemed curious.
Perhaps his shirt had a hole in it, Gregor thought. He checked himself, but no, the shirt was fine.
As he walked, the attention he drew increased steadily. Was there something on his face perhaps? Or his arms?
As he checked his arms, Gregor was amazed by what he saw: His milky-white skin that usually had a sickly tone to it was entirely different today: instead of the pale and blotchy skin, he now had a healthy and firm complexion. The muscles in his arms, which he usually thought of as scrawny and flabby were now clearly visible.
He checked the other arm, and it was the same. What was going on? Also, his vision was getting blurry. When he took off his glasses to clean them, however, his vision cleared up instantly. It was as if his short-sightedness was just gone!
As Gregor kept walking, the changes became more apparent: His legs, which had always been thin and small, were now visibly muscular. His stomach, which had always been a little fat, was now a firm six-pack. His clothes, which had been a bit baggy before, were getting tighter and tighter as both his height and his shoulder width increased more and more.
His hair, which had always been a dark brown, was getting even darker, and a strong stubble covered his chin. His skin, which had been the same milky white tone, was getting a darker, more exotic tan.
Gregor had no idea what was going on, and he was a little scared. But the more his body changed, the better he felt about it. He wasn't an ugly nerd anymore. He was not yet sure what he was going to become, but it was surely better than what he had been.
Meanwhile, his clothes were getting increasingly tight, and he felt like taking them off. That was not something he would ever do in public, but his urges were stronger than his shyness. With a quick movement, he took off his shirt and ripped his pants open. To his surprise, below the tight jeans, a pair of silk shorts in a shiny royal blue had formed instead of his slip, which covered his privates. However, even though he wasn't naked, the ample bulge that stretched the silky fabric left little to imagination: a large and thick manhood had formed between his legs, which left a clearly visible dick print, along with the thinly veiled big orbs of balls he now had.
By now, Gregor's appearance was attracting a lot of attention, as his body kept growing more and more, becoming larger and more impressive by the second. He wasn't even "lean" or "fit" anymore. The way his body expanded, he definitely qualified as "muscular" by now, perhaps even "bulky". His shoulders were wide and strong, and his back had filled out so much that his neck had almost disappeared entirely. His biceps and triceps were both at least the size of his head and were covered in a fine, dark fuzz. The rest of his body had also become much hairier: His chest was covered in a generous carpet of dark hairs and a thick bush of pubes was pushing out against the silky shorts.
People had stopped and stared, and even a few had started to snap pictures or take videos with their phones. Gregor was enjoying the attention. His facial structure reformed into something much more manly. His new Arabic heritage became clearly visible on his face. His nose, his eyes, and his jawline changed and became broader, more prominent. His eyes became deep and dark, and his bushy eyebrows made him appear quite serious and manly.
A superior grin appeared on his face that wouldn't go away anymore. Gregor knew he had become a walking wet dream of Arabic hunkness - especially for Evan. He couldn't wait to surprise him like that.
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Even though his identity hadn't changed much, Gregor didn't feel like calling himself Gregor anymore. Ghalib. That was a far more fitting name for his impressive Arabic stature. It meant 'victor' or 'conqueror' - and Ghalib felt exactly like that.
Ghalib wasn't even sweating when he arrived at Evans place a short jog later. He rang the bell, and when the little nerd in front of him opened, he didn't waste any time: Ghalib pulled Evan into a tight and sensual kiss, invading the other man's mouth with determined force. Evan moaned in his mouth and his legs gave in.
Ghalib held the small nerd up and carried him inside the flat, kicking the door shut behind him. The rest of their clothes soon littered the floor as the two men kissed passionately. However, as they were making out, Evan, too, began to change. It was almost like watching his own changes in fast forward: The hair on his head receded into a shorter style and was replaced by a thick fuzz that grew on his chest and the rest of his body. Evan's face morphed into a masculine and rugged appearance. His skinny, pale arms and legs grew more and more muscles, until they looked like they were sculpted out of marble. His skin darkened and an Arabic ethnicity appeared by it.
Finally, the smaller man's cock expanded and swelled up. Within a few seconds, it reached almost the size of Ghalib's.
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As they continued kissing, the two men, now equally hung and ripped, felt up each other's bodies. Ghalib had no idea why this was happening, or what had brought on these changes, but he didn't care. All he knew - or was pretty sure about - was that it didn't have to stop with Evan.
As the other hunk went down on him, Ghalib made a decision. Evan and he would share their gift, turning more and more nerds into a true harem of sexy Arabs!
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draco-after-dark · 3 months
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Feral JD!!! I love this kinda stuff, and you already got some awesome art for it! I’ve been appreciating John Dory more and more lately, so it’s cool to find all the AUs
Got any specific scenarios you’ve been thinking about for him? Love to hear anything about it.
I also wonder about when he discovered he couldn’t read anymore, was he nonplussed? Disappointed? Didn’t realize it happened? How’d his brother figure it out and would they go about teaching him again?
I appreciate you! ✨💜👍 have a good day!
OOOOOOOOH I HAVE SO MANY ACUALLY
I'm having so much fun building his world out
I actually have a few scenarios in the works now and some mini comic ideas too, Just gotta finish them :]
The reading thing is actually an interesting point. To be honest it wasn't something I initial thought to hard about but now that you brought it up. Here are some thoughts I had on it.
(Also sorry this kinda long I got a bit carried away woops)
not being able to read does come as a shock to JD when he first realizes, It takes him a bit to come to terms with it and when he does realize its a "Shit, I really am a failure." kind of mentality.
Since he was just out in the wilderness reading and writing wasn't something he need to do, it was all about survival for him so something so simple as that never crossed his mind as a skill he could lose.
Not being able to sing/talk just sort of sprouted from when he turned grey and fully integrated himself to being alone, Truly alone. Just being by himself he never had a reason to speak, so eventual the years added up and he just couldn't figure out how to speak.
So I always figured Clay would be the first one to figure out that JD can't read. For some context JD has been away from any type of society for several years if not a whole decade at this point. just by himself out in the wilderness wander around from place to place. So loneness has set in hard and he hasn't had a conversation with someone since being on his own.
JD tends to approach his brothers when their on there own or hanging out with each other. He tends to avoid large crowds and sticks to the outskirts of pop village unless there is immediate danger within the village. They had a spider incident a week ago but JD dealt with that real quick. The village still has pretty mixed options on allowing him to stay but considering the brothers haven't even been able to get JD to come inside branch's bunker yet. It's not something the they have really considered or cared about yet.
Also for Clay figuring out JD cant read it would probably go something like this...
Being in a book club Clay can often be found reading books around pop village. So when its a beautiful sunny day. He decides that it's the perfect time to catchup on his latest book. That quickly becomes wishful thinking however when he feels the brush of fur against his arm. He's surprised to see John Dory crouched next to him head tilted leaning into his personal space. Just sort of staring at his book with a curious look on his face. He's not interacted this close to JD yet on his own, usually he only makes an appearance if Floyd or Branch are around. So being on his own with John so close makes him pretty nervous. Especially since previous interacts between the two of them haven't been the best. John may or may not have tried to attack him and Bruce at their first interaction. It was quite a shock to all the brothers when they discovered that not only Floyd but also John Dory had been kidnapped by the pop star wannabes. If Clay's being honest he didn't believe Floyd when he first told them that John Dory was still trapped some where in the dressing rooms. It didn't make any sense to him. Why would they keep leave John backstage for their big performance. Unless they had already sucked him dry of his talent. What they actually discovered Clay could have never seen coming. Their brother, their oldest brother was practically unrecognizable, In both behavior and colour. He still thinks about when they found him in that room huddled in the corner. The terrify snarl that came from him when they tried to get close. Heck. he didn't even know a troll could make such a noise. So what was he doing here with him now?
"Uh . . . hi?" Clay asked curiously his voice wavering slightly.
He could see John's ear tilt towards him so he must have heard him and was at least listening. Hopefully.
"what uh . . . what brings you here today?"
A low deep rumbled sounded out from John's throat has he lifted his hand nearest to the book and brought it closer to himself. Eyes flickering across the page. To Clay it looked as if he was trying to read the pages so without a word he tilted the book more towards JD and waited. Just watching him. As seconds turned into minutes he could feel the frustration growing inside his brother, from the way his brows knitted together, to the way he kept getting closer to the book. Like if he looked harder, tried harder it would all make sense. That was when it clicked.
He cant read. Clay thought.
He can barely talk, if grumbling even counts as talking. Can't read and chances are he cant write anymore ether.
With a scoff John shoves the book away from himself slides down from the rock to sit on the grassy earth below.
Clay felt odd. He wasn't sure what he was feeling. Pity? Hurt? No that wasn't quite right. Emptiness? A sense of loss? A mix of everything he guessed.
He never really considered how John must be feel. That it must be . . . frustrating. Not just being alone for so long that he unconsciously forgot things that always seemed so, basic. Normal to everyone. That writing and singing songs came so natural to all of them. That the once self-proclaimed leader of Brozone couldn't even read his own lyrics anymore. He could never imagine not being able to read again. Being left unable to communicate even the simplest of things, but here John was. Going through all that. Practically alone. Clay frowned well he stared down at his once proud brother and then a flicker of hope flashed through his eyes.
". . ."
"Do you want to read again?"
His ear perked up at that and his head quickly flipped back to Clay. An unreadable look in his eyes.
"I could teach you, to read, write, to talk again?"
He see the thoughts swirling through his eyes, the hope, that became to spark but that quickly disappeared as he sank back down towards the grass. I look of sadness crossing over his face as he began to fiddle with his claws.
"Do you not want to learn how to read again?" Clay aske bewilders
John huffed and stared at him with an unamused face
"well why then?"
John glanced to the side and gestured in way "carry on" sort of way.
"I don't understand."
John gave him a deadpan stare and flung his head to the side letting out a deep sigh.
Clay was thoroughly confused. what was he missing, what wasn't ne understanding. This was his brother, his older, former bossy, arrogant, obsessed older brother. So Clay wanted to try something. Something he had done in years.
"What, are you still to cocky to let your little brother teach you a thing or two?"
He huffed again, but this time it sounded more like a light chuckle followed by a quick eyeroll and after a few seconds John stared at him, one eyebrow raised like he was saying "are you serious right now?"
"So your telling me you'd rather sit on grass and feel sorry for yourself rather then spend time with your younger brother?"
Oh ya, That hit a nerve. If there was one thing John cared about it was his family, Family was apart of him and it always had been. His greatness strength and weakness. Something Clay figured out real quick when they were younger trollings. John must have felt as offended as he looked because next thing clay new he had already stood up and hoped right back up on the rock beside him.
"Same old Dory"
To which John responded by giving his brothers shoulder a shove and jerked his head towards the book down in Clay's hands.
"okay okay, will start with the basics . . ."
Don't know how in character this is for Clay but I tried guys. So yeah that's my thoughts so hopefully this makes sense.
Also if any Fanfic people out there stumble across this and start thinking they want to give try at writing some stuff for the Feral boi please do I would LOVE to read it. Like tag me please so I can read it and draw it.
Anyway imma go to bed byeeeeeee
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Would you ever do anything along the lines of fem reader losing her virginity to Himeko?
I personally would be on cloud 9, legit floating in heaven. Himeko is one of the few fictional women I'd absolutely be on my knees for and let her do anything, literally anything to me. No I'm not down bad wdym I'm barking!!!?
18+ CONTENT MDNI
Game: Honkai Star Rail
Characters: HSR Himeko x fem!reader
Type: Smut and Fluff (fingering, teasing, mommy Himeko strikes again
Himeko for sure has a dominant nature but it's not as hardcore, she's more on the caring and motherly side. The kind to ensure you aren't hurt in any way and also note what you like and dislike. On that note, if she's taking your first time then expect pure bliss. She can be rough, no doubt, but not on your first time. On your first time, your pleasure is her utmost priority and she will make sure you have the best time of your life. After all, a first time only happens once and she'll be more than delighted to take yours.
PRAISES! PRAISES EVERYWHERE! You won't even realize you have a praise kink until she starts showering you in compliments and you are dripping down, she's just silver tongued that way. Teasing? Yes, but very sweet. Also, very very slight edging, she just wants to hear you whimper her name and once you do then she'll generously reward you.
Oh and if you say you want to do her then don't worry, she will diligently guide you~ I might be bringing over HI3 Himeko slightly but I imagine she will have a bit of a teacher/mentor nature in case you are doing her for the first time. Telling you how she likes it and whispering words of encouragement as you follow along, and of course praising you for doing well and making her feel good~
You have no idea how you ended up here. It was supposed to be a simple evening with you and Himeko drinking coffee and eating snacks together in the lounge. Yet, here you were both entangled with each other and engaged into a passionate and deep kiss. Perhaps it started when you asked about her love life, which in turn prompted her to ask about yours. Then eventually it led to you confessing your feelings for her and she surprisingly accepted.
"Mhm- Himeko...!~"
You moaned into the kiss, making her only come closer and hold you tighter. She licked your lips and you let her in, her tongue exploring your mouth and swirling with your own. Your mind was hazy from all the sensations you were experiencing for the first time, and it seemed Himeko only wanted to go further.
"You are so sweet, Y/n. I can't hold back~"
Well, who were you to deny this opportunity with the woman you loved? You both made your way over to her room and she quickly kissed you again as soon as you barely even entered, her hands fiddling with your clothes as she kicked the door close. You shifted towards the bed while she took off your shirt before gently pushing you to sit down on the edge.
She then proceeded to slide her own dress off, giving you a tempting show as you watched her slip off every piece of her garment before she straddled your lap and made you lie down completely. Your face flushed looking at her above you, her eyes glinting with lust and desire. Before long, numerous kisses were placed all over your neck and chest, every touch of her lips made you feel on fire.
"You don't know how happy I am to take your first time, darling. Just relax, I'll handle everything~"
You nodded with a blush, she slid her hand towards your abdomen and rubbed your core over your panties. Your body shivered at her touch, and she could already feel how wet you were becoming.
"My, how sensitive you are. Or perhaps it's because it's me? Hehe~"
She buried her face in your neck and licked on a spot before wrapping her lips around and gently sucking, you felt her teeth lightly graze your skin and your head shot back with a gasp. At the same time, her finger was circling your clit over your panties making you restless, you wanted her to touch you directly.
As if she read your thoughts, she finally slipped her hand under your panties and caressed your folds. Your juices coated her fingers, her lips nibbling your ear and tongue licking the edge.
"I'm going to go in, try to relax and loosen up."
She whispered in a low husky voice, and that only made you contract instead of relax. She chuckled and slowly inserted one finger, you moaned as she went in and circled around your hot and spongy walls.
"So tight and wet, all for me. Oh, you are so adorable, my sweetheart~"
Your mind was going numb, everything was too much. Her presence and being filled each of your senses; your eyes were fixated on her as she watched your reactions, your nose was overwhelmed by her rosy and addicting scent, your ears were tingled by her hot breath and angelic voice, and the only touch you could feel were her fingers scissoring inside you.
All of a sudden, she hit a particular spot which made your eyes widen and arch up in pleasure. Oh, how she loved that reaction. She had found your weak spot. She inserted a second finger and gathered your juices before thrusting in and out, hitting the same spot over and over.
"A-Ah! Himeko! A-Aahn!~" you whimpered and she smirked, she knew you were close now.
She thrusted in and out a few more times and you finally released, an electrical feeling surging through your body. She took out her fingers and gazed at them coated with your slick. You laid panting on the bed and watched her lick her fingers, savoring every drop of your cum which only made you flustered even more and you turned away from her out of embarrassment.
She chuckled at your surprising yet cute reaction before laying down beside you, wrapping her arms around your waist and hugging you from behind. Her breasts pressed against your back, lips planting light kisses on your shoulder before she rested her head atop it.
"Was that too much, my dear?~"
"N-No, I just....I-It's embarrasing...."
"Hehe, I see~ Did you like it?"
"Y-Yes, of course....I never had any doubts."
"Aww, you are so cute~"
She kissed your cheek, you slowly turned towards her and found yourself between her soft bosom. Her hand wrapped around your head and pulled you closer, her soft breasts enveloping your head while she placed kisses on your forehead.
"I....I want to do you too."
You requested which caught her off guard, but she was more than happy to oblige.
"Of course. I'll be in your care then~"
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minhosimthings · 6 months
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Call him up. He comes to my bedroom. Ended up we'd fuck on the hotel floor.
Summary: you, Jay, fucking after an award show
Warnings: smut, fem!reader, MINORS DNI, Oral (recieving), some comfort from husband material Jay
A/N: ALRIGHT! First smut work! I definitely need to improve a lot but here you go my babygirls. Also first Jay drabble! YAY! im taking a break from my work and writing whenever I'm at work and just staring at fishies.
Song rec: A&W by Lana del Rey. Yes the title is a lyric from that song. My favourite lyric!
"You wanted to see me baby?" Jay Park. Can anyone in this world get more luckier that you to get Jay fucking Park.
Award shows were boring, but when you had Jay beside you, it made it worth it, for you to stare at that slightly open white shirt with that watch that you gifted him, wrapped around his pretty little wrist. Yet again, L/N Y/N had won another award for best producer of the year. Some more of these and your house will end up becoming a store for selling 'Best producer' awards. Jay's group Enhypen had won 'Best boy band of the year' award this time and you were so proud of him. If not for the slight hiccup.
Being a producer, your ears were probably the most sensitive shit on earth, which enabled you to hear far more further than most people can (I actually have this ability and it's really cool!). Which in turn allows you to eavesdrop easily. But sometimes the eavesdropping isn't always the most comforting thing on this world, and as you heard your fellow producers smoke in the bathroom stalls and say 'She just got that award because she's Jay's girlfriend.' and 'He's so delicious though. Why did he pick that ugly bitch of a whore?'. You weren't really the type of person to cry or feel insecure, I mean after all you were in the kpop industry. Someone was always prettier or more talented than you. But hey, you were raised by some pretty good people, who taught you not to let jealousy take over you. But sometimes even saints abandon their principles in time of desperation. And for you? Your co workers shit talking about you was the time of desperation. You knew being in a relationship in this industry and letting it be public was a risk. But for Jay? Oh honey you'd risk the entire universe to be with him.
"Honey what's wrong? Hey are you crying?" Jay had walked into your hotel room, after you sent a staff member to get him. The afterparty was in the same hotel and you knew Jay would be with the rest of the boys, enjoying, drinking and critiquing every person's outfit. But you just couldn't go and stand there and give fake smiles to your coworkers, and pretend that everything was okay. You needed your boyfriend right now. And Jay would do anything for you, even abandon a party to come up to your magnificent suite. "Baby what's wrong?" Jay sat down on the bed next to you and cupped your cheeks. "You weren't at the party. I brought some food for you." Hearing that only made you sob harder onto your custom made red Prada dress, a gift from the worried man sitting in front of you, wondering silently what he could do to make you feel better as he stroked your hair and put your head against his chest.
"Shh baby shh. What happened?" "I- I heard them s-saying- Jay they think I- don't have- Jay." You sniffled in Jay's chest as he quickly understood what had happened. He had seen your coworkers giggling and approaching him again and again at the party and connecting the dots, it made perfect sense. Tracing the jewels on your dress with one hand and slightly taking off his tie with his other, Jay moved you to the pillow slowly, whilst admiring your figure in that dress. He hadn't had much of a chance to talk to you or see you up close since both of you were seated at different places, far from each other, neither did he have the chance to see you before the show, so when his eyes fell upon the tightly fit fabric on your hips, oh god his entire world came crashing down.
"Jay wha- what are you doi-" "Baby where do you keep the condoms?" You shuddered back as Jay slowly cane above you. "I- I'm on the pill." Jay slowly unzipped your dress, sneaking his hand behind you as you moved your hand to his collar. "Good" he growled against your ear. "You'll see what you're capable of tonight."
"Jay~" you whine as he grinds against your figure, the fabric of your dress slowly getting destroyed and ripped off of your body. You were quick to unbutton his white silk shirt, your gift, and unbutton his pants, throwing away the belt onto the bedside table. Jay moaned lowly as he inhaled the scent of your jasmine perfume, his favourite one. "Shit baby were you always this wet for him?" He teased you as you could do nothing but only whine in response. "Jay ah fuck!" He had slipped his fingers into your cunt, rings still on. The metal of the rings rubbed your pussy so hard, pleasure seeping in and out of you. "Is this ok baby? Or does my love need my cock inside?" "Jay ngh ahh fuck!" He slips himself in at an absolutely brutal pace, that your brain goes dumb and your pussy goes wild. This was heaven like you've never seen it. Jay was angry, so angry, and as his hands felt all of your naked skin, and all of your sadness turning into pure pleasure, satisfaction filled him to the brim. "No Jay don't pull out please." You whine to Jay as he slowly goes back. "Patience baby. Patience. I'll make you feel even better yeah? Give me my belt would you?" You were quick to reach out to the bedside table, where the brown leather belt lay, waiting for its turn. Jay slowly got your hands up and tied them to the bedframe with the belt tightly, as all you were capable of doing was whine and moan for him. "Jay please" He chuckled slowly at your desperate words and made his way down to your ripped pink panties. Pressing light kisses to your pussy, Jay took in your ever sweet whimpers and as his tongue darted out ever so often to flick you cute little clit, it drove you crazy, as you begged and begged for his cock again and again. "Aww does my Y/N want her daddy's dick inside of her now?" You whimpered again as he came up to you, face right above yours, hot breath, tinted with the smell of alcohol hitting your face. "Yes d-daddy please I need it please." You whispered to him. "Anything for my princess." He kissed you with his tongue moving around in your mouth, hands touching your clit, making you moan out his name, in the dirtiest way possible.
"Ah deeper Jay go deeper please." "You like that baby? Want me to cum inside of you hm?" The belt tied around your hands was untied now, as you moved your hands to Jay's pretty neck and thrust him into you. Jay sucked on your nipple softly, love and roses filling the huge room. The bed was definitely strong, because at the rate both of you were thrusting into each other, it should have broke. But then again, the hotel you were in wasn't called the best in the country for no reason.
"Wanna get in the shower baby?" Jay finally pulled out and flopped next to you on the bed, both of your hair and makeup, a mess. "Sure baby. Round two there?" You asked him, massaging your legs. Jay, to your dissatisfaction, shook his head. "No baby. Lets get washed up. We got an event tomorrow don't we? Don't want you limping at the event do we?" You pouted slightly as you remembered the Prada event you had tomorrow and as an ambassador, you had to deliver a speech. Yep another round of sex with Jay right now and tomorrow, nothing would be on your brain other than getting your pussy filled with his cum again. "Alright oh great Park Joengsoeng. I got your lavender shampoo. Wanna use that?" You said while getting up from the bed, completely naked. "Of course baby." Jay replied.
Winning an award tonight was good but getting your actual award with Jay was even better, you thought, as you entered the hot shower, Jay caressing your hips and kissing your neck. Yep you can't wait to get married to this man.
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honeyhotteoks · 2 years
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ateez as boyfriends || maknae line
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featured: san, mingi, wooyoung, jongho
warnings: this is one is super fluffy too but there is a smut section for each member. minors dni. specific content warmings below the cut.
ateez as boyfriends - hyung line || my fic masterlist
drop me an ask or submit a request for more ateez reactions + imagines
specific content warnings: dom/sub dynamics, marking/bruising, impact play, size kink, dacryphilia, rough sex, oral both giving and receiving, throat training, throat fucking, clothed sex, strength kink, thigh riding, lingerie kink, manhandling, aftercare
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san
this is a given, but choi san is touchy. it’s his love language and he's always attached to you. he's a couch cuddler and an expert spooner, the type to hug you from behind while you're trying to cook and grab your hand in crowded places to keep you right by his side
he sings constantly - he hums to himself while he's doing chores, sings love songs low in your ear late at night while you sway to imaginary melodies in the kitchen, and he full-on belts it out in the shower just to make you laugh.
addicted to naps on his days off with you
he's more of a homebody that you would have expected, but it just means you spend so much more time tangled up together on the couch watching movies and ordering takeout
he's encouraging with everything - it starts off just going to the gym together and feeling how calm and supportive he is of you stepping out of your comfort zone, and turns into him late night researching on the computer when you suggested you might want to go back to school for something different
he will, and i mean absolutely will, challenge you to dance battles around the house
for how affectionate and forward he is with the members or his fans, he's quite protective of his own heart, and it starts to hurt when you watch him give declarations to everyone but you. he's said 'i love you' in english, but it's not the same as the first time he really confesses and says saranghae to you (quietly, reverently, in bed on a sunday morning)
once he starts calling you jagiya he can't stop, whether he's whining and pouting or pushing you back into bed
he's an emotional person, but when he's upset or stressed he keeps this tightly to himself. it takes a long time for him to cry in front of you or reveal that stress, but once he does you become a safe space for him to be honest or to break down
most importantly, choi san is intentional with his words. he is fun and high energy and excitable, but when things are important and serious he's thoughtful and measured. he's always trying to learn and grow with you, and makes a concious effort in the relationship.
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san is passionate and enthusiastic. he's a mess of hands and kisses, he's everywhere all at once but his eyes are always on you, watching to find out what gives you the most pleasure so he can do it again. and again.
sex with him gets better over time. he's an emotional lover so as your connection towards each other grows, so does the heat and the trust between you
the morning after your first time, you feel his lips pressing kisses up your spine as he whispers good mornings to ease you awake, slipping into sartoori naturally- the rough timbre of his voice still clouded by sleep murmuring, "jagiya, i miss you, wake up,"
he learns your patterns and what you like, so sometimes all he wants to do is corner you and make you come as quickly as possible, leaving you a needy mess while he just smirks and heads to practice
he’s open to trying things for you - his main goal is always pleasing you and when you start to open up your desires to him he's open to trying anything once
he works you up by accident all the time since he's such a touchy boyfriend. his hands on your thighs, rubbing soft circles to your stomach, coasting over your hips. it drives you crazy, and once he realizes that he switches to teasing you intentionally. "am i distracting you? i'm not doing anything,"
he loves to catch you when you’re already dressed and ready to go. there’s something about flipping your skirt up and shoving your panties, or roughly yanking down your top to expose your breasts that makes him dizzy. sometimes he’s too eager, backing you against a wall and devouring you under your dress, making your knees weak as he eases you through your orgasm - “I’ve got you, I promise, now just come for me, jagiya,”
he hates hurting you, but he does love marking you. bruises from his fingers on your hips, purple hickeys peppering your neck and collar bones, the raised pink lines where his nails coasted down your thighs. the way your cheeks flush pink to match the color of your flesh when he sharply connects his palm to the softness of your ass or inner thighs
aftercare with him is aftercare for you both; a warm bath or a long shower, food, long cuddle sessions, and soothing touches
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mingi
mingi is your calm port in any storm, the kind of boyfriend who may have his own anxieties and worries but when you need him, he’s all there with a clear head and even tone
he’s always physical, and he finds comfort when he can rest his fingertips on your pulse points, feeling the steady warmth of your heartbeat.
he was shy at first and waited for you to come to him, but now that he knows you’re his? he teases, he swoops you up for kisses, he yanks you back into bed for cuddles, he kisses your temple at the dinner table in front of anyone and everyone - he doesn’t really care who knows it, he loves you.
his relationship with yunho is beyond important, almost to the degree that sometimes he feels like a constant presence in your lives. there are times when it feels tense, like mingi splits his love between you and his best friend, but once you see how they are with each other in the hard and stressful times? you’ve never been more grateful yunho is his friend, and yours now too
he can be a hothead, not often, but the minute he thinks someone has hurt you or threatened you? he’s a hit first and apologize later kind of guy
he’s always checking in - are you fed? are you cold? thirsty? feeling okay? you swear he’s given you enough sweaters and kimchi-jiggae to last a lifetime, but you never say no to the way he dotes on you.
he’s prone to bouts of stress, depression, and anxiety, but you’re equipped for that. you can sense his bad days now a mile off and you get him just what he needs, waiting patiently for him to surface and come back to you.
he can be pouty and whiny, but playfully. he wants you to take care of him sometimes and when he does he’ll look down at you with big doe eyes and beg - “babe, please can you come back to bed?”
he’s a reader, and you often find his handwritten notes scattered around of quotes or meaningful things he wants to keep. the really important ones he leaves for you on your nightstand like love letters
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he’s hesitant at first - he knows he’s a lot bigger physically than most guys and is always cognizant of that. in the beginning he’s always a little worried he’s crushing you, or hurting you, but you convince him you’re not made of glass
loves oral, both giving and receiving, but the sight of you taking his cock to the hilt with tears stinging in your eyes and hands gripping his thighs? perfection
he just can’t stop cornering you in the bathroom for shower sex, it’s like he has a sixth sense for when you’re about to get one. here he loves you every way - lifted up against the cold tile wall with your legs around his waist, or on your knees so he can choose where he comes on you - your face, your chest, stomach, thighs.- he loves to make a mess of you and then wash you clean.
he’s less talkative during sex, but sensual and unafraid to moan in your ear or stammer out curses as he bounces you up and down on his cock
if you straddle him just to make out, it will end with him sliding your panties to the side and pushing himself inside you. if you’re in a less than private area, he keeps one hand over your mouth and another at the back of your head as he slowly thrusts up into you, making you keep your own balance with your hands on his shoulders, until he loses himself entirely and crushes you to his chest, recklessly fucking up into you and biting down on your shoulder to keep quiet
when you first ask him to slap you and be a little rougher, he’s definitely hesitant. but the first light but stinging slap across your jaw makes you clench around him, and when he feels that and hears you moan, sees your eyes blown wide with desire? he knows he wants to make you feel that way over and over again.
when you say harder, he thrusts harder. his hips snapping into yours and pressing himself as far and as deep as possible with precision.
after, he's attentive, always making sure you're comfortable and don't fall right asleep without a trip to the bathroom or time to clean up.
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wooyoung
wooyoung is high energy most of the time - he's the kind of boyfriend who wants to do things with you whether it's going cycling, taking a hike, or going away for a weekend trip
he's a relentless flirt and loves to tease you; he always has a tongue in cheek joke to trade or his hands on you to tickle or prod, making you lose your concentration
cooking is a core part of his love language and he feeds you like you're never going to have a meal again, patiently watching you take your first bites to share your review
for a long time he puts his friends first, he has a die-hard loyalty to those he's known the longest and formed the tightest bonds with. while he makes friends easily and shares his love readily, it still takes time for you to be brought into the close-knit fold because of how protective he is over his space and his members
speaking of protective... he would not be able to hold his tongue if he found out for a second someone was harassing or bothering you. he's the first to go on vlive with an attitude - "i'm the idol. not her. you leave her alone, kind people wouldn't behave like this. it's not right."
things only feel serious when he finally introduces you to his little brother. you watch wooyoung teach him choreography in the kq practice studio and take you both out to lunch so you can get to know each other, and you know he would never introduce him to just anyone
he asks your opinion on choreography constantly, he'll show you pieces of routines he's putting together and ask you to pick it apart. is it sharp enough? sexy enough? interesting enough?
for as fun as he is, when he's working he is working. which sometimes leads to days without really hearing from him, something that surprises you given his fun and light persona to the camera.
he's supporter number one when it comes to your passions, he understands drive and the need to be better, so he gives you the space you need to succeed and backs you up every step of the way
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he's definitely more of a switch. he's enthusiastic about you, your body, and sex no matter what so that means he's flexible and lets the setting or the moment guide the act
being a relentless tease, sometimes that turns suggestive and he loves to goade you into it with little verbal jabs, his expression turning wolfish and his tongue against his teeth - "if you have nothing better to say you should put that pretty mouth to better use, angel,"
he loves to watch you take his cock in your mouth, seeking out the tear-choked expression on your face as he fucks your throat. it’s not something you’re able to take right away, but he takes his time helping you throat train until you’re able to do it on your own, hands behind your back and his fist in your hair.
loves when you take control too, shutting up his bratty mouth by pushing his head down to connect his lips to your clit or shoving your fingers in his mouth so you can focus while you ride him
he’s a fun lover, he takes it lightly and isn’t afraid to laugh at himself when you can’t get a position right or something’s just not working. it makes the intimacy between you so much stronger and you’re not afraid to be honest and tell him what you like and don’t like
he catches you unaware, finding himself needing you in the middle of cooking, while you’re focused on reading, on your way out the door to dinner - wrapping his arms around you and slipping his hand into your jeans, holding you against him while he makes you come hard and quick
while wooyoung is fun and light, he can be introspective and tender, and you often spend time after sex just talking about everything with no shame or discomfort between you, no topic or thoughts off limits
he lets you steal his hoodies after sex when you're staying over, and even though he whines and teases you about it, he loves seeing you wear his clothes and usually ends with him wanting to fuck you again
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jongho
jongho is always calm, and somewhat reserved, but you make him laugh. he's always bursting out laughing at something you've said or done, and when the members first see it they are a little surprised by how easily he relaxes with you
he's intentionally very caring - he wants to find ways to make your day easier and make you feel appreciated. he has a very solid idea of how he wants his girlfriend (and future wife) to be treated, and he lets you know it every day; it's cups of coffee at your bedside when you wake, making sure you have your gloves on a cold day, checking the train delays for your work commute, it's always making sure he's taking care of you.
you're the only person he allows to openly cuddle or touch him, but he's still a little shy of PDA so you keep it mostly to hand-holding and subtle touches until you're alone, and then he pulls you over to him like a teddy bear
yes, he sings around the house, and yes, he tries to make you laugh with ballad-style performances of ridiculous pop songs
he always makes sure to kiss you before either of you leave, it's always quick, soft, and familiar, but he makes a point to do it no matter what and you know it's his way of silently communicating that he loves you. the members take some time getting used to it, teasing at first, but when they realize you and his feelings for you aren't going anywhere? they're just happy he has you
he's protective in small ways, putting his arm out to guide you through a crowd or keeping his hand on the small of your back to direct you safely somewhere, and he always walks between you and the busy street.
he plans dates in advance; he's the type to make dinner reservations, buy you flowers, plan walks by the Han River, or book a couples vacation
while he's always treating you like the most important thing and taking care of you, all bets are off if you're playing a game. he's incredibly competitive, and whether you're playing soccer at a family function or a regular old board game, he's out to win no matter what and will take you down for the glory
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he's strong, that's a given, but you're surprised at how easily he lifts you and holds you - pressing you up against the wall and supporting your weight with your legs around his hips with ease
he's careful with you and tender because he knows he's strong, and the first time he leaves bruises on your hips from his hands gripping you desperately, he's nervous that he's hurt you, but when you tell him how much you love it and love his hands on you, he starts worrying less and holding you down more
you had a sneaking suspicion that he would like you in lingerie, and the first time that you surprise him with a matching lacy bra and panties set, you can practically see his brain short circuit before he has you up on the bathroom counter, pushing your underwear to the side so he can thrust into you as fast as possible
he loves to watch you, so you on top is one of his favorite positions. at first you were shy, but when he presses you back up with the palm of his hand against your chest so he can watch you as you grind and bounce on his cock? he looks at you in a way you've never seen before, hungry and in awe, and you want to see him look at you like that again and again
the first time you ride his thigh it's kind of an accident, just a position you slot into desperately when you're making out and trying to get some friction, but he loves it. now he pats his leg for you to sit down, flexing his thigh underneath you as you fuck yourself against him, his eyes locked on yours, and when you get needy and desperate he grasps your hips and helps guide you to a steady pace.
he loves to manhandle you into positions, picking you up and manipulating you the way he wants you to make the angle better, or so he can see you better
he's beyond considerate after, always checking to see what you need and running you a bath or a shower. he massages circles into your shoulders or lower back and makes sure you're comfortable as you fall asleep on his chest or spooned in his embrace
a/n: finally! i finished these up and i'm so happy to post, I know a few people were looking for them. i hope you love it, and if anyone would like to see specific reactions/imagines let me know! i have many thoughts.
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aristia-pjoheadcanons · 3 months
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Hi! Sorry for bothering, but I was wondering if you could make some headcanons of Jason dating a daughter of Hecate who loves reading (after he breaks up with Piper), please?
I belong to cabin 20th and it's kind of bad that there isn't much representation of these demigods on the fandom 😓
Thank you so much because your amazing headcanons are making the waiting for the series release so much bearable 😊
Lots of love, take care 🫶🏼
authors note: oh my gosh, daughter of hecate? yes, please. I headcanon myself as a child of hecate too y'know.
pairings: jason grace x hecate reader
warnings: none
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Jason Grace dating a Child of Hecate
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Jason Grace is not a difficult guy, he just slightly complex when it comes to the way he shows he cares for others.
Since Hecate is basically the goddess of sorcery, magic, and everything in that box - you're abilities are quite open and great. A child of HECATE WOULD BE VERY USEFUL IN BATTLE, considering the fact that their magic leaves them pretty flexible and open.
Jason is a strategist, he plans ahead of time and can think of a lot of plans with just your powers. a formiddle force the two of you make
the two of you cause a storm whenever you fight
i imagine that he is somewhat quiet, even if he is a leader he's not as socially outward as you think. he is social, but it takes time for him to warm-up. he puts people in categorizes on how much of his plans can he tell them, and how much can he not. but with you, he shares everything.
he wants you to be comfortable. feeling at home, somewhere safe, is a dream jason has in his mind. he dreams of the future with you. he is a protecter, a fierce one, not minding if he has to bare his teeth in order to do so - he doesnt even mind hurting his own reputation since he can fix it quickly.
im sorry, but i see jason as a parallell captain america, i cant help but imagine him in that costume. make him dress up as him during halloween.
sweet, caring and daring. he isnt the most bold with pda, kissing or touching you the way percy might do. but he is willing to take the leap of faith to kiss you when the moment is right, subconsciously find a place for the two of you so he can kiss you in private. he prefers the idea of a solitute that is safe.
i feel like when he fell for you he'd give you a nice small smile from time to time, and he kept doing it everytime you made eye-contact since you gave him that beautiful smile back.
charming, not just because of his leader position (which makes him hot and commanding ngl), but because he is confident in his movements even if its techniqally his "first time".
this guy is both an owl and a chameleon
his way of showing he likes you is keeping an eye on you. he knows better than anyone that people need space, especially him. but he likes to analyze the type of person you are and what type of character you have. if you are a very touchy, cheerful, charismatic person then he wouldn't mind switching and copying that to become closer to you.
this guy has no issue changing the personality he has, because to him it doesn't change who he is. his goals, accomplishments are all the same. he is kind-off used to change. lupa's training program, romans making him a preator when he didn't really want that position, becoming a hero, losing his memories, loving piper and losing her, joining camp half-blood and staying there from time to time, learning how to become friends with different people - even if he is similar to them ex. annabeth and percy.
sorry if i'm projecting my personal hc of my oc, but i like the idea of being able to summon monsters from card decks ex. mythomagic. like monsters from the dead/necromancy (that you/your team has killed) or being able to summon anything from a card that has a picture of the entity ex. minotaur.
they can use shadows to create a barrier as a shield or a barrier of invinsibility.
jinxes, hexes and curses similar to harry potter can be casted. the time you hexed someone bc they insulted your friend was the day you heard jason grace laugh with his loud voice.
when jason laughs you can hear his chest and throat vibrate. idk how to explain it other than it being manly.
cursing their opponents to make them weaker, forcing their opponents to relieve a really embarassing moment in their life which will make them frozen on the spot.
jasons voice has a deep timbre, its kind of gruff in situations where hes holding back his anger or frustration - he really has trained subconsciously to make his voice steady.
the deep timbre can be intimidating since when he speaks, his voice has a sense of authority and dephr that commands respect.
his voice can be very gentle and sweet and soothing, but sometimes a little too loud. i feel like he cant really whisper. his voice is deep that the sound carries through the air since his voice has a natural badd-heavy quality to it. which makes his voice more loud, enhanced in a way, especially in enclosed spaces, small rooms or inside of a car because his voice resonates and the sound travels farther.
his assertivness disappears slightly when he speaks to you. tbh its pleasurable when he speaks in your ear its just to easy to close your eyes and relax when he talks.
why do i feel like he can crush an apple with his hands? either way, he has a big heart which is bigger than his biceps.
because hes so reflective he asks deep questions, dont be surprised if you end up talking to him for more than 4 hours, he is very attentive and sensitive to your body language - alwasy reading them to make sure you're enjoying the conversation.
when things get tough, he will place a warm palm on the center of your back as a way to reassure you but also to reassure himself that you're okay.
he asks thoughtful questions and is keen to learn more about your connection to the underworld. combining forces would be great but he understand if you're not much of a fighter (not all people are), hes willing to carry you if you do end up fighting.
i feel like he is such a supportive person, through his own ways. he takes time in learning about the way you like doing things, but also what is the best corse of action for you. hes willing to lay down a plan or a schedule to make studying easier for you for example.
he provides feedback that is quite honest but in a caring and supportive manner. also when he demonstrates his swordmanship you cant help but look at how much of a skilled soldier he is, his techniques are extraordinary but also has a sense of ownership to it, he has taken time to disect and make some of the steps his quirks, so some things you cant keep up with. while percy is very flexible and agile with his sword, jason is forceful and dependable, his raw power mixed with his passion makes it easy for him to win any fight : its similar to a storm, furious and you dont realise that it has caught you inside of it until its too late.
he helps you with the mechanics if the movements of any weapon. bow&arrows, swords, daggers. he might not use a bow but he has memorizes the textbook-form and can correct you just fine. he radiates confidence even when he doesnt feel that way, which is both inspiring and truly sad that he feels like he has to act refined and perfect, almost like a "prince" in public.
he likes to read the same books that you read to try to understand you better but also to have something to talk about
he would make his bedroom / dorm as comfortable as possible for your reading purposes. like adding a bookshelf or getting blankets and tea/coffee that you like. he makes an effort to provide. that is his love language.
he is interested in his partner's ideas and interpretations of the books they read, and enjoys hearing your throughs on different topics.
he respects your qualtity and peaceful time and dont mind leaving you alone when you're reading. but is willing to sit there for hours quietly letting you do your thing. if you cuddle with him, hell put his glasses on and read above your shoulder, lean in and you can feel his hot breath against your neck.
he needs time after he breaks things off with piper, but eventually he heals and moves on. his heart is complete and whole again and makes a better effort to keep this relationship lasting, and protected.
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You said that you were deep in the Marauders fandom until a few years ago. So, what are your thoughts on Lily and Snape's friendship? Do you believe it was toxic?
I believe it was as we see him being possesive, controlling, and sighing in relief when Lily calls James an arrogant toerag, as if as long as she "hated" James, everything was fine.
Sorry for the long ask, but I'd love to read your thoughts on if and how Snape's friendship influenced Lily in certain ways.
Don't apologize, I love this question, this is the type of topic I could go on about for fifteen hours.
Who is Severus Snape?
Snape is a half-blood who grows up mainly in the muggle world judging by where he lives and in a poor part of his town. His economic condition seems to strongly define his younger years in which he goes around dressing poorly and is ashamed of it. His parents constantly fight making his home an unhealthy environment for a child to grow up in. His father, a muggle, who seems to be the more abusive figure of the home, doesn't like magic but his mother comes from most likely a pure-blood family (Harry does this assumption in HBP and it's never disproven, the intent of the narrative, therefore, seems to be making the reader understand that she was a pureblood). We know that already as a child Severus shows a strong dislike for muggles, probably encouraged by a dislike for his father, and instead, he uplifts his magical bloodline (Half-Blood Prince).
He's bright, skilled particularly in potions, occlumensy, and the dark arts.
The more he grows up and the more he associates himself with the dark-arts, future death eaters, and goes around using the racial slur "mudblood". He'll eventually become a deatheater very close to Voldemort.
Who is Lily Evans?
Lily Evans is a muggle-born who grows up in a moderately decent economic condition. She's loved by her parents and by her sister too, at least until Hogwarts and magic come in between the two of them. She's exceptionally kind but also fierce and cheeky on occasion.
We don't know much about the people she surrounds herself with but we know she has a group of friends and is popular with the boys (via JK Rowling).
She most likely was a prefect, and she becomes Head Girl. Loved by Professor Slughorn for her talent in potions, she also has an inclination toward Charms.
She'll eventually become close with the Marauders, join the Order of the Phoenix, marry James Potter and have a son, Harry (don't know if you remember him, that kid with the glasses).
Their friendship
Severus and Lily become friends before going to Hogwarts. Snape comes from a bad family situation while Lily comes from a loving home. Severus knows everything about magic and Lily needs him to discover that she is a witch. This creates a dynamic where they both depend on the other. It is not surprising that Snape, who comes from a loveless home, quickly develops romantic feelings for the beautiful and exceptionally kind Lily. But because of Severus' dislike for muggles, he doesn't want anything to do with a very important person in Lily's life, her sister Petunia (not that Petunia's personality helps):
"You're... you're a witch," whispered Snape. She looked affronted. "That's not a very nice thing to say to somebody!" She turned, nose in the air, and marched off toward her sister. "No!" said Snape. He was highly colored now, and Harry wondered why he did not take off the ridiculously large coat, unless it was because he did not want to reveal the smock beneath it. He flapped after the girls, looking ludicrously batlike, like his older self. The sisters considered him, united in disapproval, both holding on to one of the swing poles, as though it was the safe place in tag. "You are," said Snape to Lily. "You are a witch. I've been watching you for a while. But there's nothing wrong with that. My mum's one, and I'm a wizard." Petunia's laugh was like cold water. "Wizard!" she shrieked, her courage returned now that she had recovered from the shock of his unexpected appearance. "I know who you are. You're that Snape boy! They live down Spinner's End by the river," she told Lily, and it was evident from her tone that she considered the address a poor recommendation. "Why have you been spying on us?" "Haven't been spying," said Snape, hot and uncomfortable and dirty-haired in the bright sunlight. "Wouldn't spy on you, anyway," he added spitefully, "you're a Muggle." Though Petunia evidently did not understand the word, she could hardly mistake the tone. -Chapter 33, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, JK Rowling
Obviously, Petunia here is far from kind and her attitude certainly foreshadows her future personality, but I'd like to remind everyone that here she's a child confronting a creepy boy who has been spying on her and her younger sister and called her sister a "witch", and if you do not have the context, it does sound like an insult.
Snape, on the other hand, is the one who is trying to be likable, and do a good impression on Lily, yet it does not occur to him that being kind to her sister should be part of his plan to succeed. He doesn't take into consideration that Petunia is someone Lily cares about and he should be kind to her. In his eyes, she is "just a muggle". We see this behavior repeat several times, making it therefore consistent in his approach to gain a role in Lily's life:
"Tuney!" said Lily, surprise and welcome in her voice, but Snape had jumped to his feet. "Who's spying now?" he shouted. "What d'you want?" Petunia was breathless, alarmed at being caught. Harry could see her struggling for something hurtful to say. "What is that you're wearing, anyway?" she said, pointing at Snape's chest. "Your mum's blouse?" There was a crack. A branch over Petunia's head had fallen. Lily screamed. The branch caught Petunia on the shoulder, and she staggered backward and burst into tears. "Tuney!" But Petunia was running away. Lily rounded on Snape. "Did you make that happen?" "No." He looked both defiant and scared. "You did!" She was backing away from him. "You did! You hurt her!" "No-- no, I didn't!" But the lie did not convince Lily. After one last burning look, she ran from the little thicket, off after her sister, and Snape looked miserable and confused... -Chapter 33, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, JK Rowling
There's surprise in Lily's voice when she sees her sister but also welcome, she wants her around. Snape, on the other hand, wants her nowhere in sight. And at the first unkind comment, he reacts in an extremely aggressive way. That kind of comment is not unlikely for young kids in an argument and yet Snape lets a branch fall on Petunia due to it. Even if you want to argue that it was accidental magic, we know how it works thanks to Harry. Harry's most violent response was the one with Aunt Marge and I think we can all agree that the situations were quite different, even only for the fact that in that case it was an adult verbally abusing a child. Yet, even there, Harry was not as violent. Therefore we can conclude that the gesture of letting the branch fall on Petunia is telling of Snape's personality, not only for his need to have Lily all to himself even if someone Lily loves gets hurt emotionally and physically in the process but also for his tendency to resort to violence at the first sight of trouble.
"Tuney h-hates me. Because we saw that letter from Dumbledore." "So what?" She threw him a look of deep dislike. "So she's my sister!" "She's only a--" He caught himself quickly; Lily, too busy trying to wipe her eyes without being noticed, did not hear him. -Chapter 33, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, JK Rowling
Again, Severus doesn't understand why Lily would care for her sister because to him she is just a muggle. He doesn't seem capable to grasp that her sister's inability to perform magic isn't relevant for Lily or that for someone, in general, having their sister hate them might be hurtful. He is unable to empathize with Lily. Even with him not liking Petunia and considering muggles worthless, you would expect him to at least understand that one would care about their sister.
And even years later, when they are not friends anymore, when he's an adult claiming to feel despite it all an everlasting love for Lily, he still does not care about the people she loves. His focus is exclusively on her. He does not bother to question what she might want, what might be important to her.
"You know what I mean! He thinks it means her son, he is going to hunt her down-- kill them all--" "If she means so much to you," said Dumbledore, "surely Lord Voldemort will spare her? Could you not ask for mercy for the mother, in exchange for the son?" "I have-- I have asked him--" "You disgust me," said Dumbledore, and Harry had never heard so much contempt in his voice. Snape seemed to shrink a little, "You do not care, then, about the deaths of her husband and child? They can die, as long as you have what you want?" Snape said nothing, but merely looked up at Dumbledore. "Hide them all, then," he croaked. "Keep her-- them-- safe. Please." -Chapter 33, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, JK Rowling
There's a strong element of selfishness in the way Snape loves Lily. It's always about him, about what he cares. He does not bother to consider what it is that makes Lily happy, that makes her life worth living, he only considers what matters to him: Lily. He also cares about alleviating his sense of guilt. He is fighting for a terroristic group that wants to kill people like her, if her safety really mattered to him, then he would fight against them. He takes action only when he is directly responsible for her highlighted position in Voldermort's list of killings to do.
It lives in Severus a refusal to accept that his allegiance with Voldemort and the death eaters is directly in contrast with his proclaimed love for Lily. He is no different than those racists who make an exception for their POC friends. Snape is an extremely intelligent person, yet his hate for muggles and muggleborns tops his logic:
"I was. I would have done. I never meant to call you Mudblood, it just--" "Slipped out?" There was no pity in Lily's voice. "It's too late. I've made excuses for you for years. None of my friends can understand why I even talk to you. You and your precious little Death Eater friends-- you see, you don't even deny it! You don't even deny that's what you're all aiming to be! You can't wait to join You-Know-Who, can you?" He opened his mouth, but closed it without speaking. "I can't pretend anymore. You've chosen your way, I've chosen mine." "No-- listen, I didn't mean--" "-- to call me Mudblood? But you call everyone of my birth Mudblood, Severus. Why should I be any different?" -Chapter 33, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, JK Rowling
He illudes himself to be right, that there's nothing wrong with his ideas, that there's no contrast between him being a death eater and his friendship with Lily. And Lily, who as we said is known for her kindness, and probably views Severus as her only connection to home, for years keeps ignoring the obvious signs of what direction his path in life will take:
"...thought we were supposed to be friends?" Snape was saying, "Best friends?" "We are, Sev, but I don't like some of the people you're hanging round with! I'm sorry, but I detest Avery and Mulciber! Mulciber! What do you see in him, Sev, he's creepy! D'you know what he tried to do to Mary Macdonald the other day?" Lily had reached a pillar and leaned against it, looking up into the thin, sallow face. "That was nothing," said Snape. "It was a laugh, that's all--" "It was Dark Magic, and if you think that's funny--" "What about the stuff Potter and his mates get up to?" demanded Snape. His color rose again as he said it, unable, it seemed, to hold in his resentment. "What's Potter got to do with anything?" said Lily. -Chapter 33, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, JK Rowling
Again, like when he was little and Petunia insulted him, he doesn't seem to be able to discern that there are different levels of aggressiveness. Petunia insulted him so he is justified in making a branch fall on her. James is immature finding funny hexing people so it's fine for him and his friends to use dark magic. He has the same response when he fights with James by the lake, where he responds to some admittedly quite mean spells with dark magic.
Probably what's most interesting about these episodes, though, is that he tries to justify his level of violence by comparing it to a lower level of violence used by people Lily cares about (yes, James included, even at this point) and acts like those levels of aggressiveness are actually higher than his. It seems he needs to say that he is not simply just like them, but that they are worse. Despite the fact that he knows deep down that he is wrong, otherwise he wouldn't have this need. He constantly feels insecure in the position he has in her life and the solution that he finds is trying to convince Lily to cut out everybody else, starting with her sister. Once Snape realises Lily's growing feelings for James, he becomes the new enemy in Severus' game. James is clearly a terrible example to bring up, he doesn't do dark magic, and he saved his life. If he wanted to stick with the Marauders, it would have made ten times more sense to bring up Sirius, who actually tried to kill him, instead of James. But Snape has no reason to feel threatened by Sirius, Lily holds no feelings for him. James, on the other hand, is an all-different matter. Lily herself has no idea why he is bringing up James.
"I know your theory," said Lily, and she sounded cold. "Why are you so obsessed with them anyway? Why do you care what they're doing at night?" "I'm just trying to show you they're not as wonderful as everyone seems to think they are." The intensity of his gaze made her blush. "They don't use Dark Magic, though." She dropped her voice. "And you're being really ungrateful. I heard what happened the other night. You went sneaking down that tunnel by the Whomping Willow, and James Potter saved you from whatever's down there-" Snape's whole face contorted and he spluttered, "Saved? Saved? You think he was playing the hero? He was saving his neck and his friends' too! You're not going to-- I won't let you--" "Let me? Let me?" Lily's bright green eyes were slits. Snape backtracked at once. "I didn't mean-- I just don't want to see you made a fool of-- He fancies you, James Potter fancies you!" The words seemed wrenched from him against his will. "And he's not... everyone thinks... big Quidditch hero--" Snape's bitterness and dislike were rendering him incoherent, and Lily's eyebrows were traveling farther and farther up her forehead. "I know James Potter's an arrogant toerag," she said, cutting across Snape. "I don't need you to tell me that. But Mulciber's and Avery's idea of humor is just evil. Evil, Sev. I don't understand how you can be friends with them." Harry doubted that Snape had even heard her strictures on Mulciber and Avery. The moment she had insulted James Potter, his whole body had relaxed, and as they walked away there was a new spring in Snape's step... -Chapter 33, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, JK Rowling
[Oh, look, Lily not addressing the fact that James fancies her, I wonder why. Like mother, like son.]
He couldn't care less about the criticisms of his friendships, the only thing he cares about is that she still thinks that James is an arrogant toerag. He doesn't understand that the reason why he's losing Lily is himself. It goes beyond romantic jealousy, we saw this similar attitude of wanting Lily all to himself even when the other person was her sister. He seems to believe that the only way for Lily to care about him, it's him being the only important person in her life (we know she had other friends but they mustn't have been that important if we don't know their names). I have no doubt that he didn't comprehend for a long time that the reason why he lost Lily was not James but himself. Sure, Lily would've married James anyway, but if Snape had opened his eyes and really listened to her, his best friend, and her worries, then he would've had a much happier life. I do think that at a certain point, he kind of understood this:
"The-- the prophecy... the prediction... Trelawney..." "Ah, yes," said Dumbledore. "How much did you relay to Lord Voldemort?" "Everything-- everything I heard!" said Snape. "That is why-- it is for that reason-- he thinks it means Lily Evans!"
"Meaning?" "I have spied for you and lied for you, put myself in mortal danger for you. Everything was supposed to be to keep Lily Potter's son safe. Now you tell me you have been raising him like a pig for slaughter--" -Chapter 33, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, JK Rowling
There are sixteen years, more or less, between these two moments. In the first, he calls her Lily Evans, even if she's already married, in the other, he calls her Lily Potter.
That said, he doesn't completely lose his obsessive streak when it comes to Lily:
And next, Snape was kneeling in Sirius's old bedroom. Tears were dripping from the end of his hooked nose as he read the old letter from Lily. The second page carried only a few words: could ever have been friends with Gellert Grindelwald. I think her mind's going, personally! Lots of love, Lily Snape took the page bearing Lily's signature, and her love, and tucked it inside his robes. Then he ripped in two the photograph he was also holding, so that he kept the part from which Lily laughed, throwing the portion showing James and Harry back onto the floor, under the chest of drawers... -Chapter 33, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, JK Rowling
If it can be conceded me a personal comment, this is one of the creepiest things I've ever read. Especially as a woman, this type of behavior, from a man, in particular, makes my skin crawl.
Taking away Lily in a photo where she was smiling at her husband and son, ripping off her signature and the love for her friend, eliminating the context of her behavior, taking possession, against her will, of her happiness directed at the people she loved, a list of people Snape had not been part of for a very long time... it's just disturbing.
Was Lily and Severus' friendship toxic?
Well, at this point the answer seems clear. Yes, their friendship was toxic.
I'm sure they also had fun together. They were both bright people and loved potions, Lily was beloved by many, and if you pay attention Snape did have a pretty enticing sense of humor.
But Lily clang to Severus as the only person who could connect her to the other half of her life, first the magical one then the muggle one, and refused to see the real him, for far too long.
Severus didn't grow up in the best of family situations and he never had Harry's natural goodness of heart. He was obsessive, possessive, vengeful, and prone to violence. He wanted incompatible things, Lily's love, and revenge against the muggle world that had wronged him.
He also never had a healthy vision of what love is. True love is selfless, true love is wanting the other person to be happy regardless of what it means for you. True love is Harry who breaks up with his greatest source of comfort, that knows that her future will have happiness and marriage and babies and that, by leaving her, he probably won't be there to live it with her. But if what he does means that Ginny can have all that, then it's a sacrifice worth doing.
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“If you’re looking for the word that means caring about someone beyond all rationality and wanting them to have everything they want, no matter how much it destroys you, it's love.”
-Ted Mosby, How I Met Your Mother, season 9, episode 17
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answered this ask list for calamity-12! :D i didn't answer every question, so those aren't listed below under the cut.
🍇: What sort of friend are they? Where are they in the group dynamic? Definitely a 'we should kill them as a response to everything' kind of a friend. Calamity is a supportive friend, but he's not really the type to go out of his way to offer said support, partly because he trusts that his friends (who he doesn't even consider friends until he's known them for a prolonged amount of time and eventually fully warms up to them) obviously know that he's there for them. This makes it sound like Calamity never does anything for his friends unprompted, which is not the case lmao, but I'm just generalizing for simplicity if that makes any sense. With that said, Calamity can admittedly be a bit direct when it comes to offering his opinion/advice when a friend asks for it. Again, mostly due to them trusting said friends to know he's coming from a well-intentioned place, and frankly part of it is that he'll be kinda less tolerant of something he might deem silly. (silly as in, "well the obvious answer is to do this") In a group dynamic, I'd describe him as the friend that's present, but doesn't necessarily stand out from an outsider perspective. Like, some of his friends might be chattier, friendlier, etc. than they are so while he's obviously noticed to be there, it's not like Calamity will really go out of his way to chitchat with newer faces while in the group or something. I hope this makes sense lmao. 🍉: Does your OC have a particular piece of jewellery that they always wear or refuse to part with? Not jewelry obviously, but I'll say his helmet. Calamity does take it off infrequently, but they have a strong preference for wearing it. Looks cool, it's become a "face" for them thanks to their guardian career more-or-less, and having it on means they don't have to worry about others around him perceiving his emotions. I will honestly say that it's personal projection too lmfao, I too would love to be a robot and have the luxury of getting to wear a helmet all the time without having to deal with sweat/condensation/etc. Calamity is living my dream for me in that regard. I'll also quickly mention that this works favorably for Calamity when they first start fucking Spider, where both figuratively shake hands to agree to fucking with helmets on only. There is the personal element mentioned above for Calamity, but not gonna lie when I say it's mainly fueled by both enjoying the idea of saving the "INCREDIBLE privilege" of seeing the other emote during sex until later down the line. Also, Spider definitely seems like a half-dressed quickie kind of guy when casually fucking guardians/lightbearers to me so. Honestly I could expand on this specific detail of their dynamic, but obviously I won't because it's not even the point to begin with. 😭 🍋: What is your OC's most painful memory? His early guardian activities on the moon, which for the moment is mainly the Destiny 1 story there. It's definitely a case of someone having experienced plenty of traumatic shit, but there'll be an extremely specific experience that'll hang heaviest over them. As well as growing averse to certain elements and what not that were present in the environment.
I'll be honest by saying I don't really have any specific scenarios thought up for now, but I will say that overall Calamity does develop a bit of an aversion to going to the moon in general.
🍍: Where does your OC feel most comfortable? While Calamity is a pretty sociable guy, I'd say it's definitely when he can be Alone and Unbothered(™). Similar to the helmet explanation, they're super relaxed and comfortable when there isn't any concern for having to put that mask of complete composure on.
Considering all the shit he's up to both in the canon story and elsewhere, it's nice to just simply exist without anyone else perceiving you. Excluding his ghost, Cola, of course. I'll also say his actual friends are exceptions too, when they're in a more private setting than like a bar or simply out and about.
🍑: What sort of traits does your OC look for in a Significant Other? This is kind of a difficult question, because I don't really see Calamity as someone who's interested or all that concerned with a significant other in a dating sense. I definitely wouldn't call Spider his signifcant other, regardless that he manages to worm his way into Spider's genuine good graces after a long while. His Warlock pal (my warlock oc) wouldn't necessarily be a significant other either, even though they are very close and could potentially have what might typically be called a romantic relationship way later in their friendship. Both mentioned dynamics are kind of that intimate yet not really one type of friendship/relationship to me personally, and by that I mean I really don't know how to accurately word them other than "that's just how they are" lmao.
So, I'll try to answer this in a general sense. They tend to be attracted to self-assured people, for starters. Obviously, nobody is without even the briefest moments of insecurity, Calamity included, but he typically hangs around folks that have at least a good idea of what they want, who they are, what they're good at, etc. He'll also warm up much faster to people who tend to be a bit distant as he is, compared to someone who might unintentionally be kinda too nosy or "too much" for him to tolerate when he's wanting said person to like, just leave him alone and let him open up on his own. (even if it is well-intentioned and/or not even annoying to the average person, if that makes sense).
This is super vague, I know, but [shrug emoji].
🍒: Has Your OC had their first kiss yet? If so, with who? Well, as far as a "first kiss" goes for his current life, it was probably with some other guardian he casually fucked if I'm being real. That means it could potentially be my warlock oc, but honestly I'm unsure if/when they fuck or if he's fucked before then.
🍆: Does your OC have any favourite form of affection, physical or otherwise? To be honest, Calamity is a sex enjoyer, first off. While he does have very casual sex with others besides Spider and my warlock oc, when I say he's a "sex enjoyer" I'm referring to the close relationship he has with both of them (later on in life of course) which is what makes it that much more enjoyable for him since he has a greater degree of comfortable intimacy.
Besides that, he's honestly not much of a physical affection kind of guy if it's not in private. That means hand holding, cuddling, etc. is not something they're particularly fond of doing in front of others, especially in public spaces. Also, even in private, Calamity typically needs their own space after awhile, so he's not one to cuddle for hours or something like that.
I'd say he's more appreciative of compliments, gifts, and above all, being allowed to exist in his own personal bubble of space. It seems redundant to mention at this point, but it's important to him! However, those affectionate type of gazes from across the room/table/etc. will definitely get to them too. (in a good way)
🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable? While Calamity tends to be a bit self-centered and selfish honestly, I'll say that they can be very cutthroat about someone hurting a genuine friend of theirs in some way. In the more lighthearted "oh we should just kill them" way as I mentioned in an earlier question, but also like, Calamity will absolutely despise the offending person of said friend as a bitter, petty yet very strong grudge. Calamity doesn't just count anyone as a friend! So to see someone who they genuinely trust and are close to be hurt in some way, he's rolling up those sleeves for a fight figuratively and literally. This does not extend to Spider though, but again, their entire dynamic can be a whole post on its own. 🎂: Has your OC have any contradictory interests or traits to the first preception people have of the? How do they surprise people? I guess what I mentioned directly above counts for this question, since Calamity is typically characterized as this distant, blunt person, but when he's around those he's genuinely comfortable with, they're relaxed, cracking jokes and laughing, etc. I'll also mention that Calamity is definitely an animal person too! Most likely a very distant echo of a past life/reset maybe, but he's really drawn to learning about fauna and the kind of guy to simply observe animals in the wild while he's out and about on patrols and such. :] So you know Calamity is totally down to have a cat nap on his lap or a dog jumping up on him and all that other good shit. He likes the ocean too. Calamity would be a "stare out at sea all day" kind of guy, honestly. Another distant echo of a past life/reset is that he'd totally be a music guy!! Meaning, if he had the time or drive, he'd learn to play an instrument for sure. That and he genuinely enjoys dancing. :] 🍩: What's a crime your OC is most likely to commit? What's a crime they're most likely to get arrested for? The guy is a glorified (and later, favored) errand-runner for Spider, that list grows like every month at this point, I'm sure.
🍹: Does your OC have any funny anecdotes told about them? Bruh, I feel like regularly fucking Spider is a "funny anecdote" on its own lmfao.
A more accurate answer is probably the belief that Calamity is the one who killed certain raid bosses. I'm talking about the ones that debut in the story, are defeated there, but aren't truly defeated until later on in a raid. So, adversaries like Crota and Oryx, for example.
Calamity has to explain "yeah I faced them and pretty much softened them up for the actual raid team to take them down for good. But still, you're welcome for dealing with that." pretty much lmaooo.
I do alot of projecting of my own gaming habits onto Calamity's guardian career, so I think it's fun to include silly details like that!!
🍻: What's your OC's favourite comfort ritual? How do they calm themselves down after a rough day? Agh, I don't think this is all that canon compliant, BUT the ideal way for Calamity to unwind would be strip off that armor, get comfortable, go for a relaxing swim, shower afterwards, then chill.
🥃: If your OC was in this universe, what would be their favourite show/book/band/social media platform? Not exactly a correct answer for this question, but I have to say that Calamity would probably actually have an Instagram or Twitter where he might post a picture or two; or even a simple status every once in awhile, but he'd hardly be active on it. Even when it gains alot of traction as his canon young wolf role grows over time lmao. He'd follow friends if they ask him to, etc.
Calamity would also like using emojis unironically.
Spider: "Location for drop. [attached info]" Calamity: "👍🏽" or the funnier alternative, "🫡"
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emmettings · 2 months
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Finished the blankshipping drag fic!
Crossposted to ao3 as well. I'll put it in the reblog!
The routine is familiar by now, if he's being honest. Put on a headband to keep his hair back. Lotion. Glue. Foundation. Concealer. Eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner, lipstick--all part of a routine that Emmet has long since memorized and knows by heart. By now he knows what he looks like in drag as well as he knows what he looks like when he first wakes up in the morning. It wasn't polished at first, but he's gotten much better at it compared to when he started. After a while the process becomes automatic; Getting in drag and stopping by the local gay bar a couple times a month is just part of his routine.
He likes performing there, honestly. It's a welcome reprieve to be able to let loose and have a little fun after working at the Subway and dealing with the public and the stress of trying to keep everyone safe. He loves his job, of course, and wouldn't trade it for the world. Pokemon battling is still a great passion of his. But his job requires a certain level of professionalism that can become a bit...stifling without a creative outlet like this.
Emmet closes his eyes and dusts his face with setting powder before taking off the hairband and putting on the wig cap and curly white wig. Once it's securely pinned in place, he sits up straight and looks at himself in the mirror, scrutinizing his work.
Smoky teal eyeshadow pulls double duty framing his face and eyebrows, which were glued down and redrawn on the foundation. He went lighter on the blush today, a pale red dusting his cheeks. His face is contoured to make it appear more feminine--something he doesn't always do--but for today he felt like he should go the extra mile. Red and teal hearts are dotted across his cheeks as well, a playful touch he likes to add to his makeup on a regular basis. His lips are done in a matte black lipstick. A subtle reference to his twin brother.
The twin brother that he's about to show this to.
The same twin brother that he's been in love with for years. Emmet fights the urge to worry his lips with his teeth. He doesn't want to ruin his hard work, after all. It's no coincidence he chose his lips to reference his brother.
Standing up, Emmet grabs the outfit he chose and shimmies into it, sliding into the short red dress feet-first so as to not ruin his makeup before securing the thick white ribbon tied around the waist. He slides on the white knee-high socks and teal heels and steps back, checking himself in the mirror once more time, more out of anxiety than anything else.
He takes a deep breath. Ingo's an understanding person. He isn't the type of person who'd freak out and disown his brother just because he does drag.
Right?
Anxiety claws at the back of Emmet's mind. Maybe this was a terrible idea. He shouldn't show Ingo this he--
If you wanna be my lover~You gotta get with my friends~
Emmet's panic is cut off by the sound of his phone ringing. He looks at the screen, despite already knowing who it is based on the ringtone. He set that as his ringtone for Ingo ages ago, partly to annoy him (which this ringtone alone has succeeded in many times), partly as a secret joke to himself about his crush on his brother at the time. He scrambles to pick up the phone before quickly composing himself and tapping the answer button on his screen. "Hello. I am Emmet. Please leave your message at the sound of the beep," Emmet says.
"Emmet I know this isn't a message, I am not going to fall for it."
"You used to."
There's silence on the other line for a moment before Ingo responds. "...That is besides the point. I wanted to let you know that I will be home in a few minutes. Do you need me to wait outside to avoid ruining the surprise you said you had planned for me?"
Emmet chuckles at Ingo's embarassed silence. "I just finished it, actually. There's no need to wait outside."
"Thank you. I'm eager to see what you have planned for me. I'll see you then, Emmet."
"You too, Ingo," Emmet replies before hanging up the phone. He lets out a shaky breath once he's sure Ingo can't hear him anymore. No going back, then. He sits on his bed, opening up a game on his phone and distracting himself with it. It's better than panicking until Ingo gets home.
After a few minutes, Emmet hears the front door shut. "I'm home!", Ingo shouts, calling his brother.
"Be right there!" Emmet replies, setting his phone on the nightstand next to his bed before walking out of their shared bedroom and into the living room where Ingo was currently sliding his jacket off of his shoulders. He hangs it up next to his hat on the brass coat rack by the door.
"I apologize for the delay, the Subway was busier than usual and it took longer for me to finish my last battle than I expected." Ingo is still facing the coat rack next to the door as he undoes his tie. He turns to face Emmet as he pulls it off. "Where is this surprise y-" Ingo freezes as he sees Emmet. Ingo's eyes look up and down Emmet slowly, taking in every detail of his outfit as if trying to memorize it. When he gets to Emmet's eyes his jaw snaps shut, noticing the nervousness on his brother's face. "You, uh-", he swallows before finishing his sentence, "You look good."
Emmet's shoulders relax slightly. "Thank you. I've had a lot of practice." His smile shifts from nervous to something a little more genuine. "I've...been meaning to show you for a while." Emmet breaks eye contact, his heart pounding in his chest. He chokes out the words stuck in his throat. "It's...hard. Showing you this. Worried you won't like it."
"I like it!" Ingo blurts out before his face turns red, like he just realized how eager that sounded. He clears his throat before correcting himself. "I appreciate the artistry. You put a lot of work into your makeup and outfit and I can see it in the color and stylistic choices you made."
Emmet instantly relaxes as the tension he was holding melts away. Ingo gets it. He understands and appreciates it. Emmet's heat clenches. This adorable, sweet man.
Ingo shifts, fiddling with the collar of his shirt as if uncomfortable. "I...am fascinated by this, if I am being completely honest." He steps forward carefully. "If it wouldn't be too much of a burden, I would like to ask something of you."
Emmet nods. He would give this man the whole damn region if he could. "Anything."
"Could...you do my makeup too?" He waves his hands in front of his face. "N-not that I wish to copy you! I want my own version. Some form of drag makeup that suits me."
Emmet's brain grinds to a halt. Putting Ingo in drag makeup sounds too good to be true. Maybe this is some kind of trick. "Are you sure?", Emmet asks.
Ingo nods resolutely. "I am. I want to know why you like this, and this is the most straightforward track I can take to arrive at that particular station."
The gears start to turn in Emmet's brain as he listens to Ingo's response. He certainly seems genuinely interested.
In battle, one has to take opportunities as they are presented to them. And this would certainly be a perfect excuse to admire Ingo up close, a chance he scarcely has.
"O-Of course!", Emmet eagerly stutters out, "I would love to."
Ingo nods, a faint smile on his face. "Excellent. What time would work best? Tonight seems ideal, since we may not get the time later in the week."
Emmet grins, grabbing Ingo's hand and dragging him to their bedroom. "My dear, sweet brother if you think I am going to wait to do this you clearly do not know me." Emmet doesn't bother shutting the door as he sits Ingo at the foot of his bed as he grabs his makeup supplies still strewn about his desk. "So! What kind of look are you going for?" He spins around, dumping his supplies on the bed next to Ingo. "Any specific colors in mind?"
"Uhh." Ingo's eyes go wide as Emmet states at him expectantly. A pink blush is still spread across Ingo's face. "I was thinking of something elegant or refined. I was thinking red and dark purple would be nice, what do you think?" Ingo fiddles with his bedsheet as he talks. "You're the expert in this field. Ultimately I trust you to choose the best course to take."
Emmet rubs his chin as Ingo talks, trying not to concentrate on the blush spread across Ingo's face. "I think I see your vision. It makes sense, knowing you. Verrrrry fitting." He checks the makeup he set next to Ingo. Funny enough, he does have those colors, though he's a little low on a couple of things. "I can make that work." He picks up the lotion and tilts the tube towards Ingo. "Do you want me to do this or do you want to do it yourself?", Emmet asks.
Ingo stays quiet for a few seconds, contemplating the lotion, before quietly replying, "I would...prefer if you do this. I want to make sure it's done properly, after all."
Emmet nods, before squeezing out a small amount of lotion before massaging it onto Ingo's face quietly. In this moment, Arceus himself could not tear Emmet away from his brother. He swallows thickly in his throat as his fingers glide across Ingo's jaw. This is bad. Emmet knows if doesn't say something soon, he'll do something stupid like kiss Ingo. Emmet's brain scrambles to think of something to say as he puts the lotion down and picks up the glue and eyebrow brush. "Soooo, do you have any questions?" He waves his hand vaguely with the hand holding the glue stick. "About anything. What I'm using, why, whatever. It, uh-", think think think, "-helps me to talk while I work." Good enough.
Ingo jumps, as if brought out of a trance. "Oh! I do have a few questions, in fact." He points at the glue stick Emmet is holding. "Primarily, why do you have a glue stick?"
Emmet resists the urge to sigh in relief as he begins to glue down Ingo's eyebrows. "I like to glue down my eyebrows to keep them secure before I hide them. It means I can redraw them however I see fit for the look I want." Satisfied with his work on the first, he moves to the other one. "Sometimes I keep them natural. Sometimes I don't. It depends." Both eyebrows now securely glued down, he places the glue and brush back onto the bed and fans Ingo's face to dry the glue.
"Ah, that makes sense!", Ingo nods as Emmet fans him. "I wondered how you managed to hide your eyebrows. What comes next?"
Glue dried, Emmet grabs his white powder. "This." He dabs the eyebrows with it until he is satisfied with how they're hidden. "It's just a white makeup powder. This is what actually hides your eyebrows." He sets down the powder and grabs his foundation and makeup sponge. "You are lucky we are twins. It means we have the same shade," Emmet chuckles.
Ingo smiles. "Very fortunate, indeed." He glances at the pile of makeup products next to him. "If you don't mind me asking, what do you like about doing drag?"
"You are fine. I don't mind answering," Emmet states as he begins applying the foundation to Ingo's forehead. "For me, I like the chance to be someone else."
Ingo's eyes instantly snap to Emmet's. "Do you not like yourself?" His voice is slow, like he's carefully choosing his words as he speaks.
Emmet laughs. "Of course I like myself. There's nothing wrong with me!" He moves to the temples. "It gives me a chance to explore other aspects of my identity." He's at the cheekbones now. "I can be as polished or imperfect as I want. Feminine, masculine, androgynous, it doesn't matter. Neat or messy, it's fine." He reapplies more foundation to the sponge as he works on the cheek and jaw before blending the makeup into the neck. "I can be whoever I want." He sets the foundation down and tilt's Ingo's chin up pretending to inspect his work as he soaks in Ingo's expression. He looks so genuinely interested in what Emmet is saying it makes his heart ache. If he didn't know his brother as well as he did, he'd almost say he looks spellbound. Emmet releases Ingo's chin, grateful his makeup is hiding how bad he's blushing as he grabs the highlighter. "Does that make sense?"
Ingo blinks, clearing his throat. "Y-yes, it does." He points to the highlighter. "What is that for?"
"This is a highlighter," Emmet states as he begins applying said highlighter to Ingo's forehead, nose, and cheekbones. "Part of drag is creating an illusion. Highlighting certain areas of your face makes you look more feminine." With one hand, he blends out his work so it fades seamlessly into the foundation as he uses the other to grab the blush and makeup brush. "This adds color back into your face," he adds as he tosses the sponge behind Ingo before dusting the blush onto his cheeks. "Important question!" Emmet asks as he finishes the 2nd cheek. "Two colors on each eye or one color on each eye?"
Ingo is quiet for a second as he thinks. "Two colors on each eye. I want them to match," he eventually responds, closing his eyes.
Emmet nods, grabbing the red eyeshadow to start, "We work with light colors first. It's easier to cover them up with dark colors than the other way around." He leans in, once again resisting the urge to kiss his brother as he gently brushes red eyeshadow onto the outer corners of Ingo's eyelids. Emmet silently thanks the dragons Ingo's eyes have to stay closed for this part. This way he doesn't see how absolutely lovestruck Emmet knows he looks right now. He tries to compose himself as he switches to a purple eyeshadow, then a dark purple. He blends the colors together until it makes a smooth gradient from red on the sides to dark purple near the inner corner of his eyelids. He draws on a quick winged eyeliner before grabbing his eyebrow pencil, taking the opportunity to draw on the eyebrows. He steps back as he finishes, ignoring how his heart clenches painfully in his chest at Ingo's peaceful expression. He takes a deep breath. "Alright, I'm done with your eyes."
Ingo opens his eyes. Emmet applauds himself for resisting the urge to tell him how gorgeous he looks. Ingo looks at the pile of makeup supplies once more. "So," he starts, once again speaking slowly as if carefully considering what he's going to say, "The lips are the only thing left, right?"
Oh Arceus he has to do Ingo's lipstick. Emmet hears his heart pounding in his ears, knowing how close he has to be for this. "...Yup! Nothing else left. After that we seal with a setting powder." He begins rummaging through the pile of makeup. "What color do you want? I was thinking purple or black would work."
"White," Ingo states plainly. "I want white lipstick."
"A-ah, alright," Emmet stammers out as he grabs the lipstick. White? But white is Emmet's color. Hope swells in his chest. Carefully, he applies the lipstick to Ingo's lips, refusing to make eye contact until he finishes. "May...I ask why white specifically?" He asks, voice barely above a whisper.
"It reminds me of you," Ingo replies before grabbing Emmet's head and pulling him in for a kiss, their lips crashing together in an achromatic collision of pent up emotion and buried feelings. Ingo's fingers weave themselves through the short hairs on the back of Emmet's head as Emmet's arms wind themselves around Ingo's neck. In this moment, they feel the world around them melt away, the only thing mattering right now is each other. Ingo hoists Emmet into his lap, his hands having migrated to the small of his brother's back before the two of them part for breath.
They sit like that quietly, the only sound the soft panting of their breaths as they drink in the other's expression. Finally, Emmet breaks the silence. "Could you have waited to ravish me until after we set your makeup?", he asks, feigning annoyance. "All this work for nothing, I suppose." His smile grows fond as he rests his forehead against Ingo's.
"Worth it," Ingo retorts, smiling gently as he presses a gentle kiss to Emmet's lips "I've wanted to do that for years."
"Really??" Emmet pulls back, eyebrows raised in surprise. "I've been pining after you for ages." His eyes gain a competitive glint. "I realized it when we were first promoted to Subway Boss."
"It's been longer for me, then," Ingo's eyes light up in amusement at Emmet's incredulous expression in response. "I first developed feelings for you when we were first hired at the station." He reaches up and brushes a curly hair out of Emmet's face. "You know, it took a legendary amount of self control not to kiss you when I first saw you in this. You look beautiful."
Emmet's face heats up and he sputters before pulling Ingo into a brief, but firm, kiss. "Ass. Quit flustering me. You wouldn't be so damn smug if you saw me perform in this."
Ingo hums, seemingly considering what Emmet said. "I'd like to see that. Would you take me with you someday? We'll both dress up."
Emmet nods, pulling Ingo in for another kiss. "Deal."
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strapskinkstories · 4 months
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Fen becomes a rubber maid and then gets trashed!
Sissy Fen sat down to his computer in the evening on a Friday night, just off work. He looked through his social medias and saw nothing, he put a bowl of instant noodles in the microwave and sighed saying to himself “Wonderful, another boring…” *KERDINK* His laptop chimed. Sissy Fen left the microwave alone and sat at the computer. On it was the following message to his Tumblr.
“Hello Fen, I hope you can possibly meet with me this evening for a full weekend session. I saw your want ad in the oddities and sex work section of the classifieds online and it told me to come message you on here. I’m looking for a rubber covered maid, you said you want to be converted into a rubber covered maid. I have all the clothing and everything, there’s only one stipulation, you have to live in my house wearing the uniform, you will be stored in the uniform like an object. If you at any time fail to clean the house perfectly I reserve the right to administer a punishment like no other. Respond to me if you are serious, if you are a time waster don’t bother, I’m in serious need of a RUBBER MAID SLAVE!”
CC Craigslist Ad: Submissive Rubber Sissy Guy 34M Seeks Live In Slave Arrangement - 34M Uncut, looking for live in slave arrangement, don’t have gear, just want to be permanently rubbered up and never released from it. don’t email me with CL, Tumblr message me at @sissyfen
I feel my heart skip a beat as I read and re-read the message, my cock throbbing as the thought. With barely a seconds thought, I quickly type out a reply.
“Hello, and thank you so much for your message. I am free right now if you can tell me where to go. I would love to be turned into your rubber maid, and happily consent to being stored away while not being used like a true object, as well as any punishment you deem fit. I will surrender myself to your every whim for the chance to be a true rubber object! Please please please come back to me asap!”
I hit send, not truly thinking about what is next, my microwave noodles completely forgotten as I begin to get lost in a spiral of ever deepening fantasy
*BEEP BEEP* Fen snaps out of fantasy as the microwave starts to angrily beep at him. Fen grabs his soggy noodles and sits at the desk, he stares at the screen scrolling through porn. Fen sighs thinking he got hit by a catfisher yet again. Suddenly *KERDINK* the window pops up. It's Master Blunn. Master Blunn shows you his house and says "214 E Poplar Drive, don't be later than 7PM and expect to get dressed and stored away until your workday tomorrow."
I wolf down the soggy noodles in an instant, barely tasting them as I rush to get ready. It’s already 6PM, and Poplar drive is 45 mins at least from my apartment. 
I am soon out the door, locking it behind me and rushing to meet the 7PM deadline. I haven’t brought anything with me other than my keys and wallet, my mind filled with thoughts of serving as a true rubber maid for a full weekend.
I finally reach the massive house, knocking on the door at 1 minute past 7
Master Blunn opens the door and says "Hmph, a minute late, you've never been to a doctors office, people show up early to see me. Oh right, well now you know what I do when I'm not here at the mansion, I'm a surgeon. Neurosurgeon to be exact. Master Blunn was actually Dr Albert Blunn, the universities head of neurosurgery. He wore a shiny white labcoat made of latex, beneath it he had on green rubber scrub pants and shirt. Master Blunn said looking at Fen "Before you even ask if I wear my rubber to work, yes, I do all the time, people love seeing me in it and a lot of people love rubber hugs before getting gassed out or IV'd out. I only wash it when someone gets sick, I keep it super clean using a special purple light that doesn't destroy smells, because this rubber smells lovely! Every person who hugs me likes the sweaty sweet salty rubbery smell. Why don't you try giving Dr Blunn the snuggle doctor a hug!?" He opened his arms wide, his scrub shirt dripping sweat onto his pants
I take a sniff, immediately feeling weak at the smell of the latex and rubber, it being the perfect blend of heavenly and just a bit disgusting, before meekly stepping forward towards Master Blunn’s open arms. He is massive, towering over me. I briefly wondering if I have made a mistake coming here so quickly before I am dragged into a glorious sweaty, rubbery hug.
Master Blunn squeezes Fen tightly and says "Come on, who can refuse a sweaty Blunn hug!" He falls forward onto Fen body slamming Fen onto the relatively hard carpeted floor. He lays there pulling his arms tighter and tighter saying "You're gonna suffocate sucking on my sweaty scrub shirt! Either that or I'm gonna feel you orgasm beneath me as I crush your face into my sweaty shirt!"
The breath is forced out of me by the sudden body slam, my gasp to try and draw in more doing nothing but filling my mouth with the sweaty latex. I thrash beneath Master Blunn, though can do nothing more than weakly struggle as I am held firmly beneath him. I feel myself getting light headed as my lungs burn for oxygen, my cock spasming in an involuntary orgasm as I start to black out.
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Fen in the rubber dress & apron (Source: Tumblr Generic - @sissyfen)
Master Blunn keeps you in the tight grip, he laughs as you black out. When you black out he injects a small syringe into your neck to keep you asleep. Master Blunn forces your limp body into a thick heavy 30lb latex dress with a 10lb latex apron on over it. He puts 10lb handcuffs on Fen's hands and as he awakens pulls a hood on over his head zipping it shut and locking it along with the dress. Master Blunn holds the keys up to Fen's face and then throws them across the room into the fireplace saying "Orgasm smelling my sweaty scrubs, you become my rubber slave forever, until you mess up. First time you mess up, things get worse, second time things get even worse, third time your life becomes a miserable hell." Master Blunn forces Fen down into a small pit in the floor. He is forced to kneel down with his head pressed against his rubber apron. Master Blunn closes the floor trap door and says "I'll see you in the morning, until then enjoy getting acquainted with the smell of your uniform, I bet you like its smell, if you liked my sweaty work uniform you'll love the dirty maids uniform that I've had every rubber maid wear, I've had over 500 maids in that uniform over the last 30 years. It's never been washed, it's been sweat in pissed in puked in covered in all sorts of filth. Have fun huffing the stink of that apron and dress all night long slave Fen! Tomorrow we can figure out a new name for you."
I let out a moan as the trap door is forced shut, a heavy click heralding the lock, pushing my face even further into the heavy apron, leaving me in a crushed ball position. I can barely even wiggle as I try and call out, but all that escapes is a soft moan. 
True to Master Blunn’s word, the Apron and maids uniform are disgusting the smells of piss, sweat and puke overwhelming me in the tight confines, while the sheer weight of the dress, combined with the manacles and my prison mean all I can do is gasp for what little rancid air I can pull in
The night passes very slowly for poor Fen, Master Blunn awakens Fen the next morning by dumping squidgy rotting yogurt fruit and vegetables into the pit, he forces the door shut and says "Enjoy your breafast, enjoy drowning in sticky nasty rotting filth! When you've had enough of drowning you can drink it down and there's your fucking meal you stupid worm! Fucking dumb of you to come here. I have dozens of people stored away, some permanently stored away. You're gonna be my permanent slave to clean the place and eat all of the trash and food that spoils, understand dumb worm!" He pauses for a few minutes staring into Fen's eyes as the gooey yogurt and trash settles around him allowing Master Blunn to pour more in until it's up to Fen's neck
I choke and splutter, fear rising in me as the disgusting mess is poured down onto me, Master Blunn’s words ringing in my ears. I try to mumble and beg for mercy, but all that gets me is a mouthful of the disgusting sour yogurt and other have rotten or partially eaten food. I gag, my eyes filling with tears, but I instantly see that any plea I can make will fall entirely on deaf ears, Master Blunn leering down at me with a sadistic glare.
With a whimper, I try and slurp down more of the disgusting slop, having to stop and wretch every few mouthfuls to stop myself throwing up and making the mess even worse.
“P...Please...” I weakly manage between mouthfuls
Master Blunn laughs, he pours a heavy stinking blue rotting yogurt over Fen's head and forces the lid shut saying "have fun drowning in it, even after you're done drowning you'll stll be suffering breathing it off of your uniform and the apron. When that pit is empty, or when you can't eat any more, scream for me, but I want it at least half empty or you're gonna end up being tossed into a trash compactor and crushed to death, so get eating that nasty sludge worm! After you eat your breakfast it'll be your time to do the yard work!
I struggle through the disgusting mess, forcing myself to eat mouthful after mouthful. More than once I slip and my head goes, and soon I am completely covered in the filthy mess. The stench is awful, but eventually I have managed to eat about three quarters of the slop.
“M...Master Blunn! I’m...finished” I call out, wretching as the smell assaults me yet again
Master Blunn returns. He opens the hatch and forces Fen to stand up and says “Your new name is Sissy. Understand Sissy? Now you go outside and do the yard yard work.” Master Blunn attached a lead chain to the heavy cuffs and dragged Fen outside into the 100 degree heat. He held a manual push mower to him and said “Should take you a good 12 hours. Just come pass out in the dirty workwear bin over there when you’re done. Who cares if a stupid slave like you gets to breathe proper air. Stinking dirty workwear is enough as long as you don’t suffocate.” Master Alex sat on a beach chair sipping lemonade and shouted “If you’re good I’ll let you drink my sweat!” He chuckled wearing a thick leather jacket with no lining against his skin
The sun is unbearable as I start to push the ancient hand mower. It is heavy and stiff, forcing me to put all my weight behind it just to move it. In mere moments I’m drenching in sweat, adding to the awful smell that now clings to me.
For a moment I wonder if I should just run for it, but the heavy manacles force me to stay, let along the heavy rubber dress. As the hours pass, my body screams I protest, forcing me to stop more than once, only to push myself again as I catch a glare from Master Blunn. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of torment, I cut the last blade of grass, crawling over to the dirty workwear bin. 
With the last ounce of my strength I open the lid, before recoiling at the stench, greeted by what looks like hundreds of overalls, work boots and thick butchers aprons covered in mud, puke, trash and every other manner of filth.
I try and move away from the bin, but before I can, I feel Master Blunn grabbing me from behind
Master Blunn forces Fen into the bin. He grabs the collar of the dress and pulls the dress up over Fen’s head zipping it closed and locking it. He pulls dozens of the dirty overalls over Fen and buries Fen up to his chin saying “Feel good I bet. Fuckin boiling in stink. Smell that nasty dress! It’s all you will breathe for the night. All you get to inhale is the smell in that dirty workwear bin. Some of that shit not been washed in 50 years. Fen heard a loud chain lock click shut and then heard Master Blunns footsteps fade to silence. Right then and there Fen knew he was totally alone for the whole night
I let out a sob, trying to move to get any sort of fresh air. Instead, something shifts within the pile, collapsing underneath me and sending me sprawling onto my back, the pile of rancid work clothes tumbling over on top of me, burying me fully. I try to scream, but all I manage to do is get a filthy apron lodged in my mouth
The taste is awful, the industrial rubber coated with piss and sweat, and forcing my mouth to remain open so anything else can dribble in.
Utterly exhausted, I slump as much as I am able against the crushing weight of the clothes, unable to move more than an inch, struggling for each breath. Sleep never comes, the minutes passing with agonising, tortuous slowness
Master Blunn returns the next day to the bin. He looks down and sees that Fen had made the gear collapse around him. Master Blunn rolled over a massive keg of sour yogurt mixed with beer and poured the pink concoction into the bin and said “Have fun. Hope you can eat it all and you don’t drown. Dead people aren’t fun to play with. I like my captives to be alive!” Master Blunn slammed the lid shut and kicked the bin saying “Start eating garbage disposal. Think that’s gonna be your permanent job. Don’t fail at it or I’ll reassign you from one job to another until I reduce you to nothing but a fuckin’ apron!”
I let out a gargling scream as the disgusting yogurt pours into my wedged open mouth, unable to do anything other than swallow it while still trapped under the mountain of clothes. 
Even with everything, and to my shame, I’m still rock hard beneath my dress, the torment making it strain painfully, even as I am unable to even get near it to relieve myself
Master Blunn laughs hearing the gurgling sounds coming from the bin. He said "See you tonight, I'll have to get you out of there and move you elsewhere unless you wanna get crushed in the landfill"
I’m completely spent at the words, sobbing around the vile filth surrounding me, crushing the day I ever responded to that message
Master Blunn returns that night, he pulls Fen out of the bin and helps him walk into the house. He says "Thought you were gonna get a reprieve from nasty stinky crushing? Nah, I got something just as bad if not worse for you!" He lead Fen into an ABDL nursery, he opened the diaper chute and threw Fen head first in yelling "Have fun suffering buried amongst several thousand piss and shit filled diapers and plastic pants!" Fen fell into a big pit of diapers PVC pants and PVC clothes, with each move he sank deeper. He could faintly hear Master Blunn say "Eat at least five gross diapers clean and I'll let you move to your next slave task stupid slut!"
...I scream and cry as the diapers cling to me, the stench of piss and other filled diapers mixing with rubber into an unholy stench. I puke into the pile, which only makes it worse, and for close to an hour I just lie there, unable to contemplate moving. Finally, I slowly try and do what Master has said, though my stomach refuses to aid me, barely allowing me to get through three of the disgusting soggy masses when the lid of the diaper chute is opened the next morning
Master Blunn says "Shame, you couldn't eat five diapers to save yourself. I guess you actually do want that twisted fantasy you had posted on GarbageBagged years ago to happen to you. Do you remember that fucked up fantasy, do you remember wanting to be thrown away with a bunch of dirty overalls and dirty winter coats? It's a good thing I have a whole bin of filthy foul dirty roadworkers jackets to throw you away with! Like the worthless trash you are!"
Master Blunn dragged Fen out of the diaper bin and dragged him up the stairs dripping in filth and sweat. Master Blunn threw Fen into a large bin of tar grease mud cow shit and sweat soaked hiviz workwear
“No, please!” I scream, floundering in the slime, trying and failing to stand up.
“M-Master Blunn, I don’t want this anymore! I thought I did, but I just want to go home! It was just a fantasy!!!”
I grab onto the side of the bin, the tar acting like glue, adding to my dresses weight so I can barely move, let alone haul myself out of the bin.
“Please.” I whimper, looking up at you through the cow shit smeared across my face
Master Blunn laughs at Fen and pushes him back into the bin, this time he pushes him in face first making sure to smash his face into a grimy gritty hiviz vest. The vest was soaked in machine oil and mud along with SWEAT. Fen made bubbling sounds as Master Blunn pressed him down harder and harder. Master Blunn climbed in on top of Fen and stood on top of him, crushing his body down into the dirty workwear saying "Fuckin sink! Fuckin sink below all of the workwear, fuckin drown in filthy workwear! After I'm done with you you're gonna be sewn in the clear pocket of one of these vests, you'll be forever suffering in a stinky thick PVC hell surrounded by gooey rotting hiviz!"
I flail as best as I can but it’s in vain, my strength utterly spent from the torment. My mouth is filled with the disgusting muddy trash as I wonder if this is how it all ends, my vision beginning to go dark as I begin to pass out. Master Blunn just laughs, pushing harder, already reaching for the massive trash bag beside the disgusting trash
Master Blunn holds Fen down until his struggles stop, he picks him up by the neck and lifts him into a massive rubber bag, he packs the bag full of dirty vests and says "See you in a few months, the compression will slowly shrink you to no larger than a gum ball, it will be extremely slow, painful, hot and stinky. Goodbye!" He left, the vacuum turned on, the bag crushed poor Fen in the dirty workwear for 3 minutes then released him for a minute then repeated the cycle, 3 minutes on 1 minute off without ending. This is how Fen will spend the entire week, being slowly crushed to a new size
For an entire week my world is nothing but agony and disgusting slop, my body being crushed again and again. True to Masters words I feel myself shrinking, the sludge pressing in on all sides, until I’m little more than a mound of flesh, my limbs useless and atrophied, while my skin has absorbed the gunge around it, ensuring that I will never escape the disgusting smells that I am trapped with now.
If I had thought I was helpless before I know better now unable to move even if I was completely removed from the now far oversized dress and disgusting sweaty work clothes
Now trapped inside of the dress Fen was truly reduced to nothing. Master Blunn picks up the dress and pisses into it before jacking off into it, he has 500 other men jerk off into it and then he rolls the dress into a vacuum bag and vacuum seals it saying "Poor fucker can't die, bet you want to though, fucking crushed in all that nasty crusty stinking rubber about to be crushed even harder!" Master Blunn turned on the vacuum and walked away leaving Fen there as the dress compacted around his helpless body
I scream as best I can, utterly helpless yet in agony all the same. My scream is instantly stolen by the vacuum, the air sucked from my lungs as the disgusting slime and filthy clothes as pulled ever closer to my face and body. I want to struggle, I want to die, but I can’t do either, so I just suffer for Master’s amusement
Master Blunn leaves the vacuum running for a whole hour. He then wraps Fens poor compressed body in thirty heavy thick quilts, he then forces the massive roll of quilts into a 10mm thick vacuum bag. The ultra heavy thick vacuum bag is sealed, the vacuum is turned on and Master Blunn yells "If you can hear me crushed inside there, enjoy being slowly crushed til your body is flattened in filth! Fuckin filth filling your lungs stomach, every inch of your body filled with filth!"
I can hear Master, though only just, the terror setting in anew as my breath is stolen once more. The weight of the quilts crushes into me, while the vacuum squeezes out every last drop of sweat and filth, each one seeming to find its way to the centre of the mass; my ever flattening body. After mere hours, it’s done, Sissy Fen now little more than a disk of flattened flesh, yet impossibly I’m still alive, my eyes wide and my lungs burning for air that I haven’t tasted seemingly for lifetimes
Master Blunn unzipped the bag 100 years later, he unwrapped the quilts revealing the dress with Sissy Fen wrapped inside of it. Master Blunn unrolled the crusty stiff dress and said "You thought it's been horrible? You don't know horrible!" Master Blunn and 100 mn walked in, they all shat into the bag letting their thick sticky shit flow into the dress. Master Blunn tied the dress shut and said "How's it feel drowning in shit along with all the other filth, about to be crushed to death in shit!" Master Blunn folded the dress violently and tightly, he then folded it in half several times. He wrapped the dress in 30 more quilts, making it 60 quilts total. He violently and brutally folded the quilts forcing them into the massive vacuum bag. Master Blunn turned on the vacuum and yelled "I'm welding the door shut and leaving the vacuum running, it'll be a long slow cruel death for you. Have fun dying, could take thousands of years, but your death will be here, sucking the shit soaked rubber dress and all the other nasty filth you are encased in!
I try and talk, but my mouth has long since fused into an open scream, once packed with sweat and now packed with human shit from hundreds of men. My body burns with constant agony of hundreds of years of crushing pressure, leaving me wishing for nothing more than death
Unbeknownst to me however, death would never come, no release permitted to Blunn’s slaves. My immortality had been ensured from the moment he had first injected me all those millennia ago. Now, as centuries turn, I become nothing more than a forgotten footnote, the building slowly buried by time, leaving me forever buried and crushed beneath the shit of my betters. After being told I might die I never did, I lay there 10,000 years later, still sucking the rotting rubber tasting the shit piss cum sweat and all the other congealing rotting filth around me, knowing that nothing will change as I slowly sink deeper and deeper into the earth, the temperature getting warmer as time passes. I know in some hundred thousand years, maybe, maybe not, my body will be liquified and burned up in the core of the earth, that or I’ll live in that molten magma, crushed the hardest, unable to smell, only able to feel the searing hot crushing grip around my worthless atrophied paralyzed body. Now I am nothing but a worthless bag of flesh to the world, I may as well be dead.
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Heya! I had that little idea of Desire x a Reader who is bored? Like, bored of everything, bored of "doing things right" and not having thrill and mischief, and transgressive stuff in their life, if you get what I mean. I... kind of feel very numb, lately? And I feel like Desire would definitively help with that, haha. ^-^ Thank you in advance!!! You're great, I'm obsessed with your blog.
Of course, my friend and I hope you feel better soon I'm here for you if that helps even a little ^^, I made this fun for you haha
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I'm Right Here
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You woke up but for you, it was just another day. everything was just normal or rather repetitive. you felt absent most of the time rather than present.
you were tired at times of doing good not that you mind following rules and respecting them but you just felt bored of it all like nothing is working out at the same time and you just felt there was no point.
You would sometimes have the urge to do something different something that could probably "cure" you from your numb feeling.
and what better person to have than Desire. they would visit you out of the blue and lean down kissing the top of your head "love I noticed you have to urge to do anything are you feeling alright.?" they would ask
you told them how you were feeling and just told them everything that has happened while they are busy and Desire nods in understanding before standing up.
"come on love I'm going to take you out and then we can go to my realm," they said and smiled when they saw that curious glint in your eyes. you never visit their realm before and that would be pretty nice to see.
Desire wasn't the type to shop or basically do what mortals do, But they would if it meant helping you. So they took you shopping letting you pick out whatever you desire and you did, of course, there were some people that were staring because the place was fancy and the way you were dressed, in simple casual wear, something Desire loved seeing but kept it to themselves.
you felt uncomfortable until you noticed the same people started to undress and your eyes widen until you saw desire grinning letting everyone see each other for how they truly looked most being a disappointment but covering it with fancy wear.
you laugh and Desire pulled you close and walked out of the store with you while the loud gasp and screams as they scramble to put their clothes on to cover what they truly look like.
The next stop was a restaurant where after you both ate you told Desire "can you like.....make a food fight happen" you said they chuckle lightly "why not that is what you want" they scanned the room and felt a strong desire of a woman wanting to smack someone, must have been something bad that happened.
"mmm bingo~" with that she stood up and "YOU KNOW WHAT SCREW YOU" she shouted and grabs food from her plate and threw it at her boyfriend who dodged it quickly which hits the woman behind them. it becomes a quick food fight you giggle and ran out with Desire without paying who cares really it was a thrill.
After having fun a little more Desire pulled you into a soft kiss and you closed your eyes smiling while you both shared a kiss. Once you open your eyes you pulled away looking around and being in another place.
"oh wow is this your realm?" you asked they would nod "Yes this is my threshold" You look around so excited walking towards the heart gallery "this is amazing Desire...Your amazing," you said smiling brightly running towards them and hugging them tightly while they held you close.
"I'm Always Here For You~"
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And there you have it i hope you liked it. Let me know any request you desire~
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beechbloom · 10 months
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hello, i would like to have a genshin matchup with a male character for some change :) i go by she/her and my MBTI is ESTP. i would say i am a social, confident person. i definitely need people around me to feel less anxious. i am impulsive, very impatient and i share whatever is on my mind, however strange it may sound. i am passionate, ambitious, emotional, headstrong and i always crave excitement because i will feel easily bored. i love teasing relationships and playful banter. i definitely feel instant attraction to confident, even a bit cocky, intelligent people with some edge (?). but i really dont have a specific type. i love challenges and anything competitive, but i am also quite sensitive and empathetic.
my hobbys are spending time with friends/people, going out, creative writing, reading and shopping. for my style and aesthetic i usually go for something dark, yet elegant and feminine. i like dark red shades, black, violet and white. i like to wear jewelery and alternative dresses. my love language is words of affirmation, i need a lot of attention to feel seen. my partner should be someone who is able to balance my occasional chaos and impulsivity, but is still witty and playful ♡.
Thanks for requesting!
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I match you with...
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Tighnari!
The both of you would likely meet after you got yourself into some trouble in the Avidya Forest. Maybe you climbed and fell from a tree or was dared to bite into some edible-looking plant you really shouldn't eat. Whatever the case, Tighnari would scold you, but still help you out. And that would become a bit of a pattern. You get yourself into some kind of situation, and he makes sure you don't get yourself hurt, or if you do he chides you before fixing you up.
Likes seeing you chase and achieve your goals — it inspires him to set and work toward his own. He is also intrigued by your spontaneity and how fun-loving you are, as that deviates heavily from his own way of life. Despite sometimes nagging you a little, he holds a deep respect for you.
He's known for being sassy, and that adjective would still accurately describe him when he's around you. Though with you his sarcastic little quips seem to be delivered with a small quirk of the lip far more often. He can't stop it from forming. You're amusing to him, despite giving him headaches, and he's grown extremely fond of you.
Tighnari is more of an ambivert, but despite also having an introverted side, he's almost constantly engaging with the Forest Rangers or idiotic people who've found themselves stumbling into the Avidya Forest without a clue of the dangers. So he might prefer engaging in less social activities with you, though he definitely wouldn't be against going out from time to time. He likes seeing you enjoying yourself, after all.
He's a bit of a reader too. Though he mostly reads educational books on botany. Definitely willing to lend them to you if you're interested, or to teach you about the local plant life without the use of books. Could also take a crack at reading books you like. Might even enjoy having you read to him (works you like or ones you've written yourself) while he's preparing different medicines and such.
If he's in need of a local herb, he might just play into your competitive nature and suggest you make a game of who can find it first. Of course, this would only be after he feels you properly grasp the dangers of the forest. He'll show you a sketch of the plant, quickly explain some of it's identifying features, and then you're off. If you win you might just receive a little kiss on the cheek.
Words of affirmation isn't really one of his top love languages, but if you asked him he'd definitely try to use it more. It'd mostly be in private. Suddenly striking up conversation while you're both doing your own thing. "Hey, are you aware that you inspire me?" Looking at you with a softness in his eyes after you've accomplished something. "I'm proud of you. Genuinely."
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Originally I was going to go with Heizou, but I was afraid you wouldn't balance each other out very well. I'm honestly still pretty unsure about my choice, and only became more unsure as I was writing, which is why it took a while. Still, hope you like your match!
Would appreciate feedback if you have any <3
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dcwnthercbbithcle · 3 months
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plots please for doe!! if you need ideas/explanations for FNAF stuff feel free to approach me ♥
send me “plots please” and I’ll respond with 3 (or more) interesting plots / relationships / connections I can think of for our muses! | ACCEPTING
OPAAAAAAL, I am gripping you in my hand like a squeaky toy (affectionate) as you know I am so so rusty when it comes to fnaf lore BUT LIKE, for you?? Anything!! I will go all in! No questions asked!!
Also for any mutuals reading: Jane Doe, Jean Doe, or Doe as I call her (and she prefers) is a new OC of mine, she's a DBD survivor and you WILL be hearing more about her in the weeks to come! Haha I'm just being a perfectionist about her carrd right now!
PLOTS
HUMAN AU!! I know this is a little bit of a cop out when it comes to FNAF and not going full into the lore, but hear me out!!
So, let me set the stage: it's a human AU and the setting is still FNAF security breach-centric, with the big exception that the Glamrocks are human and the headlining performers for the Fazbear Mega Pizza Plex, but more than that just general pop stars. Think Jem and the Holograms mixed with something far more grounded, like the Vengaboys and Bee-Gees
Now I'm not entirely sure what your take on an AU taking this angle would be, but this is more set dressing and can EASILY be altered per your canon verses! (there's also still murder going on and fans of the band are getting picked off, but that's neither here nor there ashdagshd)
EITHER WAY, Doe and Bonnie meet after Doe applies for a job as a makeup artist, after the nomadic lifestyle the job offered spoke to her anxiety and paranoia over staying in one place and the bright, flashy and gaudy style of 80s glam rock spoke to her in a way that nothing else could. It was perfectly tailored for her and after getting the job, she excels in the wardrobe department for Bonnie, becoming a good friend in the process!
It's more domestic with far less dives into the more generalized horror and tragedy Doe and FNAF are used to, but I think it would be neat!! Both for the silliness of the weirdos being silly together and the chance to explore Doe and Bonnie in such wildly different verses!! Could Doe open up about why she feels like she needs to be on the run? Do they look into the disappearances in their fanbase? Or is it more harmless fun with Doe cheering Bonnie on as he tries his hand at going all the way with crush and coworker??
PRE-SECURITY BREACH!! Back to our regularly scheduled programming, no pun intended, for this verse I really can see a far more FNAF story centric AU.
Let me give you the run down, Bonnie is still a fully fledged member of the cast, alongside Monty, Roxy, Freddy & Chica, and with this in mind, the demand for skilled electronic engineers and programmers at Fazbear Entertainment Incorporated is steady and unrelenting. After all, the animatronics are the main draw, they're the logos and icons, there won't be a show without them and thus they need to remain in top order with people they can trust and who have.
So, this in mind, while working towards her Bachelor's in Electrical Engineering, Doe picks up a job at the Pizzaplex as a member of the cast responsible for the upkeep of the Glamrock Animatronics as well as the automated cast robots. Her and Bonnie meet in that way and they quickly get to striking up a working friendship mirroring the typical dynamic of babysitter and the person being babysat!
It's relatively simple now that I actively type it out, ASDHASHDHSA but I think it would be a good way to work with both characters in Bonnie's setting while also fully incorporating Doe's backstory!!
Maybe instead of being involved in a domestic murder in a mall parking lot, she witnesses something at the Pizzaplex and we can witness Doe's decline and descent into paranoia and fear in real time? The thread potential is domestic and tragic with growing dread AND YOU KNOW THAT'S HOW I LOVE IT! Haha
WILD CARD? OKAY, this is my most wild idea yet, but let me cook, I promise!! This is still FNAF-centric, taking place either during your Main Verse, Pre-FNAF Security Breach OR during Security Breach.
Okay, so, I know that the Glamrock timeline for the second half of the games goes far less into the complete supernatural than the original games do. The murders are still going on but it's a lot less like the robots are being haunted, y'know? Well, HEAR ME OUT, what if that's not entirely true.
Cue Doe, now, as you know, Doe being dead and / or a ghost is relatively important to her character. In DBD I play with this more as the Entity propping Doe up and keeping her alive via torture magic or however the entity works. But in FNAF, what if Doe is one of the many souls ended in or around the building that now resides haunting its halls.
She could take up residence in one of the many robots in the Pizzaplex, fighting and breaking against the programming of the machine that she's in to assert herself and to scream at the world that she never left... Except far less screaming and more just, hanging around in the mind and taking over the body of the robot FNAF 1 style.
She uh... she has no idea how to actually help herself in THAT situation & Doe is NOT capable of going full murder mode against security, irregardless of programming limitations, she doesn't have it in her! Having company in the Pizzaplex is more than enough to keep her soul sated from the despair of her situation.
OR LIKE, she's just a human ghost walking around, with the potential comedy of Bonnie being able to detect her and interact with her, seeing her at first as a person left inside after hours before realizing she doesn't actually have a body to escort out and she is stuck, not loitering on purpose.
RELATIONSHIPS + CONNECTIONS
ANYTHING YOU WANT!!!! I mean, Opal, I'm gonna be honest with you, shipping Sally and Adiris with you is so much fun that I'm willing to go all in with any kind of relationship, friendship or otherwise that you could potentially see with Doe and Bonnie in any verse!! Plus like!!!! CUSTOM VERSES FOR THEM I'M SO DOWN!!!
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A modern AU sounds cool! Who out of the knife polycule do you think would adjust to modern life the fastest? What kind of real world jobs and hobbies do you think they might have?
Honestly if you isekai-ed anyone of the knife polycule into modern day we all know Jarlaxle would be the fastest to adapt. It's functionally the best tool in his arsenal.
And the knife polycule happens to be what I focused most on when constructing the AU, ironically. I was focused most on Artemis' storyline when constructing it initially so a lot of focus went into Jarlaxle and his entourage. I'm about to ramble so for everyone's sake I'll stick this in a read more.
As a real quick setup of how the Modern AU works: It's still Faerun, but moved forwards to where there's modern technology. I centered most of the concept in Silverymoon, since it's close enough to Menzoberranzan and Mithral Hall that you could, conceivably, see how those three places could eventually become functionally sister cities as time wears on.
Jarlaxle mostly lives surface-side but keeps a dedicated apartment in Menzoberranzan whenever he visits home, which is almost never so that's where Kimmuriel lives while at university. Technically, he's still old money via his family but he is, in fact, working, mostly to keep from getting bored. House Baenre I imagine plays a lot of politics so Jarlaxle has to keep up some level of propriety and attend at least a few public events, but I also imagine he prefers his own ventures. One of those being that he runs a few high-end nightclubs in Menzo and Silverymoon, which gave me the opportunity to keep the names of the two bars he canonically owns: The One-Eyed Jax and the Oozing Myconid. Since he lives in Silverymoon most of the time, he has friends mind the Oozing Myconid while he's away.
I like to think outside of his work, Jarlaxle's canon interest in fashion holds true, he is regularly the best-dressed person in the room. I think he has an interest in music, and I also think Jarlaxle just likes to read really pulpy romance novels.
I mentioned Kimmuriel is in university in Menzoberranzan, most probably because K'yorl wants to keep an eye on him and make sure he's not doing anything he's not supposed to. Living off-campus is probably the most freedom he's gotten in awhile. As for a job itself, Kimmuriel probably works at a library, his friendship with Jarlaxle is mostly through their families, and it's definitely how they met. Kimmuriel, like Jarlaxle, probably has family obligations too, but much more academic ones. Kimmuriel probably keeps a meticulous calendar, and at least once every two months there's a lecture by his mother or a sibling or someone his mother mentioned in conversation that Kimmuriel knows he's expected to attend.
As for hobbies, I think Kimmuriel is an avid reader with a wide interest in genres. I also imagine he likes puzzles and trivia games. You could say he has old man hobbies but Kimmuriel strikes me as the type that would tag along to a nightclub because Jarlaxle and Rai'gy want to go, not because he wants to go.
Zaknafein...Well aside from whatever's going on between him, Malice, and the polyandry agreement from hell, he's the bar manager at the One-Eyed Jax. This is really good for him because he gets time to himself that Malice can't argue about because he's making money. This is also bad for him because the front of house manager is Arathis Hune, and a modern AU does not mean either of them like each other. There is a position at the One-Eyed Jax called the Bar Minder and they are just there to keep Zak and Arathis from trying to shank each other in the middle of a shift. They will, and Jarlaxle has quickly learned he is not a sufficient deterrent to serve as a shield. He has the stitches to prove it too. It was an interesting emergency room visit.
Zaknafein's athleticism had to go somewhere and I'm not totally sure about everything but I wanna say he kickboxes at the bare minimum. I also imagine he likes strategy games like chess, something he and Kimmuriel have in common and is one of the few things they bond over.
Artemis, meanwhile, starts off this AU living in a poorer section of Silverymoon, working odd jobs for under the table money, not all of which are legal. When he meets Jarlaxle, that turns into being that Bar Minder because turns out an effective fight deterrent is a scruffy-looking college kid that looks just enough like Zak and Arathis' own teenage boys that they don't want to try stabbing him. Jarlaxle has found a medium with which to exploit their paternal instincts is what I'm saying. I don't know what Artemis thinks of this job but I do know he spends a lot of time reacting to Jarlaxle like "Rich people are insane" and really, looking at House Baenre, is he wrong?
Not sure if it counts as a hobby or just "I learned to do this to escape the cops and now I find it fun" but Artemis is probably really good at parkour and sometimes if he really gets the instinct he'll just start scaling a building. He's gotten in trouble for this before. I also think Artemis likes reading, but doesn't have many books of his own until he gets the job with Jarlaxle. Prior and even after I think he just frequented libraries.
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