#a rare instance of gushing
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((ONE THING I LOVE ABOUT PARI IS HOW MUCH SHE LOVES TO BOOST PEOPLE UP.
Listen, she's been through hell and then some but she doesn't try to drag people down and loves to boost them up.
It's a quality I've always liked about Pari not gonna lie.))
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the pet obsession * fem!driver
instances where max verstappen influenced her to get a pet
pairings: max verstappen x fem!driver, sebastian vettel x fem!driver, oscar piastri x fem!driver
warnings: -
notes: this took me forever to write BECAUSE? and, there will be more! i imagine she's sort of a pokemon collector like alex with all his pets LMFAO
(series masterlist) | (📂 the rookie season)
-> australia, 2023
she never actually wanted a pet. never in her life did she find the responsibilities and inconvenience of owning a pet was for her. especially when she had her own — more important — things going on.
until max started gushing about his cats in the club, blabbering about how adorable jimmy and sassy were when he last saw them a couple of days ago.
the thought of coming home to barks and meows were never in your peripheral vision when becoming an adult. suddenly it is, seeing all your friends and colleagues having pets of their own. how cuddly and warm it looks to have an animal cuddle up to your side at the end of the day.
“you know, you’re convincing me to get a pet!” she screams over the music, body still moving along to the beat of the song. “you sold me on the cuddles!”
“seriously?” the drunk dutch asks, stumbling to keep his phone in his pocket. “a pet or a cat?”
“pets, in general!” she laughs, taking a step towards him. she beckons him towards her, the older driver bending down to put his ear by her mouth. “i used to be allergic when i was a kid.”
max raises his eyebrows, pulling away. “not anymore, though?”
“not anymore!”
that’s when max stands up straight, losing his balance slightly. he holds his arms up to regain it as a wide smile creeps on his face. “follow me.”
“what fo– okay,” she says, but not before max already has a firm grip on her wrist and is threading the crowd on the dancefloor with her.
she doesn’t ask questions, why would she when the two-time world champion is being so nice and friendly to her? considering this is one of the rare times he’s starting to really open up to her too.
“where are we going?” she asks softly, tiptoeing for max to be able to hear her. she tries glancing at his phone when they stop by the doors of the club, but he only shakes his head and moves the phone away from her sight. “okay.”
“trust me. you’ll love me after tonight.” max turns towards the door, grip on her wrist again.
but before she can follow suit, sebastian is now standing over the doorframe with a hand held up to stop them. “where are you going?” he glances down at their hands. “you’re not trying to eliminate competition, are you, max?”
max tilts his head, eyebrows furrowing as he follows the older man’s gaze. he gasps loudly and drops her hand, jumping a step away from her. “no, absolutely not!”
“then where are you going?”
“to find her a pet,” max points at the younger girl with an innocent grin. “she said she wants one.”
“what?” she exclaims, a soft smack landing on his arms. “i said i was convinced, not that i want one right now!”
“where were you going to find her a pet?” sebastian’s eyebrows furrow as well, the complexity of the situation not fully processing in his intoxicated brain. “it’s 2am, you guys. it’s closed everywhere.”
max presses his lips together. “i saw a stray cat outside before we came in.”
“oh, that cat is adorable!” she gushes, a hand coming up to cup her own cheeks. she remembers how the cat butted its head on her calves as they awaited for someone to let them in.
“right? if i didn’t have two territorial cats of my own, i’d totally take it home with me right now.”
“you’re right! let’s get the cat!”
sebastian holds his arm out, swiftly catching the girl stomping her way towards the door.
“hey!” she shrieks, a look of disbelief replacing her once ecstatic expression.
“you’re not taking a random stray cat back. your mother will kill me if you catch a disease,” sebastian sighs. he turns back to max with a stern finger point. “you should know better, max! come on!”
max drops his head, lips pouted. “you’re right. we’ll get you a proper, vaccinated cat, (y/n).”
“okay, let’s get back to the dance floor,” sebastian groans, pushing them gently further into the club. he shakes his head. “seriously, i turned my head for one second!”
“oscar,” she slurs, dropping her weight into her friend’s arms.
“get a grip, come on,” oscar mutters, hands wrapping around her torso to keep her from falling. “you didn’t even drink that much — why are you being like this?”
“seb wouldn’t let me get a cat,” she sighs, her hair falling to cover the sides of her face. she pushes herself off the australian and stumbles a couple of steps to the side, propping herself up on a lamp post. “so rude.”
“i can hear you,” sebastian scoffs, his hand around max’s arm to keep him upright while stepping out of the bar. “it’s just dangerous if it’s a stray cat. you’ve got to bring them to the vet for the initial check up and everything.”
“yeah, but i m- oh my gosh!” she shrieks, hands cupping her cheeks again. they all look at what’s caught her attention, the same cat that max was talking about earlier now at her feet once more. “oh, you’re still here! hello there!”
“(y/n),” oscar says, pulling her back gently. “seb literally just explained why you shouldn’t get a stray cat.”
“but he loves me, look at him!” she squeals, the cat rubbing its side on her feet. the cat makes figure 8’s around her ankles, its tail brushing past her calves while rubbing his head on her. “i have to take her home, oscar!”
“oh, he chose you!” max exclaims, eyes wide and pointing at the black cat. “that cat absolutely ignored the living shit out of me earlier!”
“max,” sebastian sighs, grabbing his shoulders. max cranes his neck, meeting sebastian’s eyes with a tired smile. “shut up.”
when he looks back at her, the girl is now bent down to the ground, reaching forward to take the cat into her arms.
“oh, baby!” she coos, juggling the willing cat in her arms as it meows at her. “seb, i have to bring him home! he loves me!”
oscar’s lips carve into a scowl, exchanging a worried glance with sebastian.
sebastian shakes his head and lets go of max, walking towards the girl. max stumbles, arms coming up to stabilise himself from the sudden loss of the man holding him up. “(y/n), the process will be long and crazy.”
oscar jogs on over to him, replacing sebastian to hold him up. “if she gets this cat, mate…”
“then that’s good. will give her more responsibilities,” max mutters somewhat soberly, pointing at the girl stepping away cautiously from sebastian. “it’s a good benchmark.”
“seb, no!” she shrieks, taking more steps back as sebastian continually approaches her with her arms held out to take the cat. “he already has a name — you can’t possibly take him from me!”
“your mother will shave my head if we go back home with some random street cat in your arms,” sebastian sighs, rubbing his forehead. “for all you know, it could be someone’s cat.”
she frowns, now carrying the cat over her shoulder like a baby. she looks around, the bouncer of the club looking straight ahead as if they hadn’t caused this much commotion.
“hey,” she calls out towards him. “excuse me, bouncer, sir!” he turns to look at her, a welcoming grin on his face. “is this anybody’s cat?”
he presses his lips together, glancing at sebastian’s impatient stare. alas, he can’t lie to the teary eyed girl hugging the cat for dear life. “no, ma’am. he’s a stray cat.”
“thank you!” she smiles, then turning to sebastian with a knowing grin. “i told you. this cat is mine now!”
“what’s his name?” max asks excitedly, stumbling forward to pet the cat on its head.
the girl stands proud and tall, adjusting the cat to face the rest of the group. “his name is kidnapper.”
“that’s gotta be some form of animal abuse,” oscar shakes his head disapprovingly. “why would you name your cat that?”
“because it’s funny,” she says, giving him a stare. “his nickname will be ‘kid’! like seb calls me!”
she grins at sebastian, the older man only folding his arms and breaking their eye contact. “i guess that’s kinda cute.”
“it is cute.”
-> monaco, 2023
“mate,” max looks up from his phone, turning to look at the younger driver sitting on his couch. “you know where we should go?”
she lifts her eyebrow, still patting the jimmy that sits on her lap comfortably. “what?”
“there’s a pet shop nearby. kelly and i walked past it the other day — there’s a really adorable puppy that i think you might like,” max grins, raising an eyebrow at her. “it’s a corgi.”
she pushes herself off the back of the couch, sitting up straight. “a corgi?”
“yeah, a corgi.”
jimmy steps off her lap, allowing her to stand up. “what are you waiting for? let’s go.”
max grabs her back, shaking his head before they make it to the door. “won’t sebastian get mad at us though? another pet from another foreign country. really?”
she lets her stare at him linger. on one hand, she already has a cat she managed to bring home from one race. what’s another?
she shrugs. “i’ll just name it after him or something.”
max raises his eyebrow. “you sure?”
“yeah, maybe i just won’t tell him until it’s too late.”
"seriously? another pet?" sebastian shouts, staring at the corgi sleeping at the edge of her bed. "you gotta stop adopting pets from other countries, you know. it's not cheap!"
"but how can say no to this face?" she coos, moving over to the dog, pouting while leaning her head on it. "you're a dog person, seb. i know you'd never say no to this face."
sebastian shakes his head. "you can barely keep up with kidnapper in your apartment. what are you going to do with a whole ass dog?"
she presses her lips together, before forming a grin on her face. "blythe will look after them while i'm gone. no big deal."
"not the point."
"totally the point. max helped me get this one!" she cheers, patting the corgi's head. "his name is stubby; we got him from the pet store near his apartment."
sebastian just sighs, shaking his head. he turns around and heads towards the door of her hotel room. "as long as you can get him back without any problems. this is no longer any of my business."
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Chan who thrives off non sexual dominance??? He’s always been in control of anything and everything in his life. Why would you be an exception? It’s always the smallest things too. You need help reaching for something and he can’t help but to reach above and get it for you. Want him to tie your shoe or zip up your dress? He’ll do it and tell you how pretty you look all dressed up for him or how you’re cute asking him for help.
Chan is obsessed with doting on you, keeping you close, and treating you like his personal little helper. You’ll follow his every command without question and even ask him what you should wear, if you should braid your hair or leave it down, and even what to eat if you can’t decide.
“Need my help baby?”
“What’s wrong princess?”
“Here let me do that for you, sweetheart..”
“C’mere and sit with me.”
“I said sit.”
“Good girl, now tell me what’s wrong..”
“You’re so cute when you ask for help.”
“Is that how you ask me, baby? Say please..”
“It’s okay I’ll take care of it.”
“I’ve got you, you’re safe with me, baby..”
Chan loves it, craves it, leading you without even having to try. It’s in his nature to be in charge. The pride he feels when you call him immediately if there’s something is wrong makes his heart swell. He doesn’t have to redirect you often, even if you are bratty to him at some point he’s quick to correct your attitude, but oh does he love seeing you try to be defiant. One look or a simple reprimand from him always halts your dramatics. You don’t have the courage to press his buttons all the time and so in the rare instances you do he’s not phased but more so entertained.
“What was that?”
“Go on say it again. I wanna hear you loud and clear this time.”
“Careful, baby..”
“Oh, really?”
“Watch you mouth or I’ll put it to use..”
“I said, no.”
“Being a brat won’t get you what you want baby…”
“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
Chan is always there, spoiling you, keeping you safe and happy. He’ll buy you whatever your pretty little eyes land on. Want that gorgeous designer bag? He’ll have it sent to you the next day. You could pick up every plushie in a store and he’d happily pay for it all just to see you giggle and gush about it. You thank him over and over the whole way back to his dorm and he’ll tell you it’s what you deserve.
Chan likes to spoil you, says it’s a reward for being so good to him, so understanding of his career and passions.
“You want that? Of course you can have it, sweetheart..”
“Get as much as you want.”
“Do you like it. I knew you would, princess.”
“How can I say no to you…”
“It doesn’t matter how much it is, if you like it, I’ll buy it for you princess.”
Chan hovers and sticks close to you if you’re out with others. You can feel him watching you intently, barely listening to what’s being said around him, and when you glance at him with a shy smile he’ll smile back. You’re his. All his. Every inch of you belongs to him and he’s so aware of it that he can’t help but focus on you. Even around the members he’s protective of you. Needs to have you close, on his lap, holding his hand, hugging his side. He doesn’t care as long as you’re next to him. The others don’t say anything, knowing Chan is regularly clingy with them, but with you it’s assertive and domineering.
“You’re such a good girl for me. So proud of you…” >>>>>
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mini love report — gojo satoru
relationship health diagnosis — 70%*
symptom one — permanent honeymoon phase
he's obsessed with you an (ab)normal amount and makes it everyone else's problem. satoru loves seeing how many compliments he can get in before you're swatting him away from embarrassment. he'll capture your wrist, smother your pulse in kisses, then continue his praise. it's not always suave either. he alternates between having decent game and coming off as cringe. you have no idea how he says half the things he does.
satoru gushes about you to everyone. poor ijichi, mortified higher-ups, the elderly lady sitting next to him on the train; no one is safe. his chest swells with pride every time he remembers that he managed to pull you. it doesn't matter if you're teenagers sharing your awkward first kiss or if you've been married for decades, he'll be singing your praises until the end of time.
symptom two — weirdly possessive
satoru isn't possessive in the traditional sense. when others encroach on you, what troubles him runs deeper than simple jealousy. his smile becomes strained and he physically inserts himself between you and the offending party. you're then whisked away, regardless of how rude the abrupt departure comes off. this isn't limited to instances where you're being flirted with outright.
it's actually amplified when the other person holds some unique position in your life that's exclusive to them. satoru prides himself on the fact no one knows you better than he does. so it's disconcerting when another person has access to information and memories entirely detached from him. he's overwhelmed with the urge to prove you belong to each other — no one can come close to the bond you share. this acrimony lingers even after the interaction ends.
gojo satoru is a greedy man. he might not be the type to insist you cover up if your outfit is revealing, but he does experience this antipathy toward people who fulfill a niche he can't.
symptom three — obnoxious
you deserve a reward for putting up with him honestly. he wasn't wrong when he described himself as having a terrible personality. while it's rarely malicious, he isn't the most considerate person when it comes to others. he'll speak what's on his mind without a second thought. zero filter. if you're around, he's a stunning 10% nicer so you'll chew him out less. the number could be higher but he finds that disciplinary side of you hot. this is a direct admission from him.
he likes your attention and will pursue it relentlessly. as he grows up, he slightly improves this habit. or, to be more specific, he hides it better. he feels he's way more interesting than whatever book or video game you're playing. shooing him off so you can get stuff done is a commonplace occurrence. on the upside, when trudging through chores, he helps with the passion of a thousand suns if it means having you all to himself sooner.
primary area of concern
satoru's seemingly infinite (heh) supply of pep often doubles as a shield to deflect uncomfortable emotions. he isn't one to linger on negative events, the pace in which he seemingly moves on is concerning. the innerworkings of his mind are shrouded in mystery for such an open individual. getting him to open up about his fears or past hurts is almost impossible. he won't dodge your inquiries outright, that'd prove too suspicious. he'll throw a few crumbs your way and hope that's enough to satiate your worry.
the word vulnerability isn't in his vocabulary. this isn't owed to a lack of trust on his part — if anything, the care he holds for you makes it tempting at times. however, taking that first step toward opening up is daunting. you'll have to be patient with him. if it doesn't pertain to your relationship, it's unlikely he'll have an extensive heart-to-heart about the specters haunting his mind. rather, those aforementioned crumbs become more substantial. a late-night conversation will unexpectedly veer toward a sensitive subject.
it'll be fleeting. you don't have to shower him with platitudes, simply grab his hand and squeeze. it's an unspoken message that he isn't as alone as he sometimes feels.
prognosis
gojo satoru can be too blunt, he struggles with emotional intimacy, and he's shameless in getting what he wants from you. he's a mess but he's your mess. you don't revere him like a god among men, you make him feel human. you're his best friend, his soulmate (he keeps the latter description to himself, it's one of the few sentiments that embarrasses him). he'd do absolutely anything for your sake. when you enter the room, it's like everyone else ceases to exist. he brightens up and chases after any laugh, smile, or flustered expression he can get.
he believes meeting you altered the balance of the world more than his own birth.
*the universe has tried (and failed) to wrench you apart (0-20) your friends are praying that you'll break up (21-40) 'well it could/has be worse' bargaining mindset (41-60) a lil messiness as a treat (61-80) pure and wholesome (81-10)
#i wrote this with golden girl in mind but it isn't exclusive to the story .#gojo satoru x reader#jjk x reader#gojo brainrot#mini love reports#valentines 2024 event
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whenever the fates called morpheus love or dear it just gives me this image of morpheus coming to meet reader at their volunteer job at an old peoples home and all the elderly ladies giggling and calling him such a handsome man and why if they were a few decades younger they'd have him for themselves you're standing in the background not knowing how to reply to any of that
(This was like pulling teeth. When will my ability to write return from war?)
There are many little quirks when it comes to being in a relationship with a primordial, all-powerful being such as Dream of the Endless. One such instance is that time does not run the same for an Endless as it does for a human. Morpheus can lose minutes, hours, days to his duties between one blink and the next.
The Dreaming, that fantastical kingdom that your lover rules over, runs on the same logic. You can spend what feels like an hour in the Dreaming, only for it to be an entire day later in the Waking. Likewise, weeks in the Dreaming can be merely an hour in the Waking. It's disconcerting to creatures that have lived far longer than you.
All of this is to say that your meetings often don't have a specific date or time when they're in the Waking, simply because Morpheus doesn't know. He tries, though it's difficult: clocks do not work in the Dreaming, and Matthew is too important a raven to be constantly flying to the Waking to check the time so that Morpheus can "run off" (Matthew's words) with you. You've actually started to look forward to the spontaneity—it helps that he usually gets lucky and catches you when you're home or alone and don't have to worry about explaining how he just randomly appeared out of thin air.
Though it's rare, him coming to the Waking to see you and you being in public has happened before. This time, he shows up when you're just finishing up at the retirement home you volunteer at a couple times a month—you're in charge of what's supposed to be a crossword puzzles group, but what is mainly just a gossip group.
Most mortals aren't able to see Morpheus when he doesn't want to be seen. You're not most mortals, however, and you've gotten pretty damn good at sensing when he's around, which is why you're the only one that notices him lurking in the corner closest to the door.
"Hi," you mouth, trying and failing to hide your grin as you give him a discreet wave.
Your excitement must be palpable, because the women quickly pick up on it and thus catch sight of a tall, dark, and handsome stranger across the room. Ethel, the boldest of the group by far, grabs your arm and yanks you down to her level. "Is that the boyfriend?"
"Yes, that's the boyfriend."
They all know about the boyfriend because you've gushed about your beloved to this little group more than a few times. How can you not, though? Especially when you're surrounded by those who enjoy living vicariously through you and thus cajole you into sharing such stories about your love life.
"She thought he was fake, y'know," Ida informs you.
"Did not!" Ethel retorts. "I was just curious because you never showed us any pictures!"
"I've told you before that Morpheus is a little camera-shy." You don't actually know if that's the case or not; you just haven't yet figured out how to ask the anthropomorphic personification of dreams and nightmares if he wants to take a cute couple's selfie.
"Morpheus! Oh, how exotic." The little group titters, thrilled at having learned his name.
The man (-shaped being) of the hour has moved, placing a hand on your lower back so as to not frighten you when he suddenly stands next to you. You smile up at him and are greeted with the smallest of smiles in return while the sounds of your seniors oohing and aahing fade into mere background noise. Surroundings tend to become meaningless when you see Morpheus; all that matters then is you and he.
Morpheus is the one to remind you that you have an audience when he turns his attention upon said audience. He bows his head politely and says, "I greet you, ladies."
As you expected, they go absolutely nuts when they hear his voice.
"Oh my!" Ida blushes.
Ethel beams. "Aren't you a handsome one!"
"Why, if I were a few decades younger..." Shirley, who has absolutely no filter whatsoever, winks at Morpheus.
You sputter, your eyes wide and blood rushing to your cheeks. "Shirley!"
"What? I have eyes!"
While you're ready to hide your face in your hands and die (maybe you should see if Death has a cell phone), Morpheus simply hums in amusement. "You are very kind."
"And you are a sweetheart."
"Okay, that does it for me today," you interrupt. It's not a lie; you were literally saying your goodbyes and on your way out before Morpheus arrived! "I'll see you guys in a couple of weeks."
"You bring Morpheus around any time, alright?"
You can't get out of there fast enough, and Morpheus lets you practically drag him towards the parking lot. Once you're out in the fresh air (and away from any of the windows that your favorite gals could be spying from), you bury your head in Morpheus's shoulder and groan.
"I'm sorry. That was so embarrassing," you lament.
"Why? They were...sweet, if not a little overt in their affections."
You lift your head up to meet his eyes. "That's why it was embarrassing, my love."
"You are very clearly dear to them. They simply want to see you happy."
"I'm assuming you know that with your super special dream magic?"
"Daydreams and hopes are quite loud, starlight." He smirks because you know damn well just how loud some daydreams can be (specifically yours when you're thinking about Morpheus) before pressing his lips to your forehead.
"Well, you're certainly in their good graces now. They've been so nosy since they found out I'm seeing someone."
"So I lived up to their expectations, then?"
Now it's your turn to smirk. "Baby, you were beyond their wildest dreams."
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music to my ears — choi san
PART THREE OF LILO'S 600 FOLLOWER EVENT
requested by anon. “congrats on 600 lovely !! <3 fluff list 2: “you wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay the night, would you? i just really don’t want today to end.” & smut list 4: ❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜ with san would be 🫠🫠”
lilo’s notes. thank you for the request anon!! i agree this is an absolutely amazing request and the prompts are just *chefs kiss*. that being said, i had to change them very slightly (like one or two words) just to fit the scenario a bit, i hope you don’t mind. <33
prompts. “you wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay the night, would you? i just really don’t want today to end.” ; “i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do.”
pairing. choi san x fem!reader
warnings. smut below the cut, minors please dni, soft dom!san, soft sex, body worship, fuckbuddy!san, minimal dirty talk, praise, p in v, unprotected sex (pls don’t do this irl), nicknames (baby, love), slight overstimulation, aftercare, a lot of softness.
wc. 1.7k.
he was supposed to be a one night stand, a stranger you’d have some fun with and then forget about later.
what he was not supposed to be was a repeated cycle of waking up in his bed. but that’s exactly what san became. you weren’t exactly sure how to describe your relationship with him—friends with benefits? no, you didn’t really talk enough about your personal lives to consider him close to you in any other way than physical. fuck buddy? that was definitely more fitting, but something about it still felt off.
after the first night you spent together, you were intrigued, eager to find out everything he could do but had not yet shown you. so, before you left in the morning, you grabbed a pen and paper from his desk and wrote down your number and name (you couldn’t even remember his name so you doubted you ever gave him yours).
it didn’t take him too long to contact you. only a week later and you received a text message where he introduced himself. once you were reminded of who he was, you couldn’t suppress your excitement at the prospect of seeing him again. you were completely right about his intentions for it was only a few messages later that he threw in the information that he was stressed and could really use relief. you were happy to assist him.
your little adventures in his sheets quickly became something constant in your life, seeing him every couple days. soon enough you figured out you were both std free, so you let him go in without protection. the pleasure of it all never really left either of you with a desire to sleep with anyone else, since you didn’t have to worry about diseases or pregnancy (thanks to you being on the pill). and after the first night, you stopped leaving as soon as you woke up while he was still fast asleep, and with each encounter you’d find yourself staying just a bit longer each time. san was always very sweet, though his personality in bed was a bit unpredictable.
sometimes he was merciless, pounding into you at an ungodly speed while he whispered the filthiest things into your ear. other times, like now for instance, he’d be gentle, taking his time with your body, hands and lips ghosting over sensitive areas and mapping them out.
he already made you cum three times and by the time he finally entered you, you were quivering with overstimulation but still eager to continue. one of his hands had your wrists crossed and pinned over your head while the other trailed all over your body, gently teasing before he held your thighs together and bent them over your chest, his hips rolling against you sensually.
he knew your body well, knew what angles got your head spinning and what touches got your pussy gushing. occasionally he let out groans, but he was rarely too focused on his own release, keen on making sure you felt good. this particular position was a favourite of yours, it helped him reach inside you deeper and it increased the tightness around his cock, stimulating both of you in the most delicious way.
“you know,” his tone was soft, almost as if he were talking to you while reading a newspaper over breakfast and not fucking you. “you’re always so pretty for me.”
san leaned down and pressed featherlight kisses to the back of your calves, trailing them down to the back of your knees and causing a stampede of butterflies you forcefully swallowed. the pace of his thrusts was almost frustratingly slow, making you feel how his length filled you so thoroughly.
his hands grasped the back of your thighs and moved your legs carefully, to hook them around his waist. when he was fucking you like this, with this gentleness, he liked missionary. he liked it because it gave him a clear view of how your face contorted with the pleasure only he can provide you with. because he could lean down and kiss you and swallow all your moans.
“o-oh san…” you whimpered against his lips as he gave a sharp thrust different from all the other ones.
in response, he bit your lip and pulled it slightly before releasing it. san brushed his fingers over your cheekbone as he leaned his face back to watch the muscles of your face twitch and go slack. “hm, did you like that, baby? your sounds are like music to my ears. all your whimpers and moans, i never want to stop hearing them.”
you felt your nails digging into his biceps as he increased his pace just a bit, the contrast between his sudden roughness and the featherlight touches of his hands sliding up and down your glistening body making your head spin. he hummed, his eyes rich with all kinds of emotions as they surveyed the moaning mess you were.
“i love that no one else gets to see you like this.” he angled his hips a little differently so his whole cock dragged along your most sensitive spots. he reached one of his hands down to let his thumb circled your swollen, abused clit. “that no one else gets to feel you or be inside you. they don’t get to have you… but i do.”
something about the way he whispered those words so possessively. it sent your mind reeling and had your walls clenching around him tightly as another orgasm washed over you. your body shook and writhed beneath him, overwhelmed for a moment. you opened your mouth in a silent moan, but his hand moved to your chin to nudge it shut so he could finish with his own groans muffled against you.
a little after that, he pulled out of you, both of you shuddering as he collapsed on top of you with his head between your breasts. san’s hands traced from your shoulder to your hands, holding them as if they were delicate and could break at any second, his hazy mind calming down as he listened to your heartbeat and felt the rise and fall of your chest. when you squeezed his hands, he sat up slightly dropping your right hand to hold onto your left one with both of his. he brought it up to his face and kissed your palm.
you let him, watching him silently as your cheeks warmed with heat and your stomach stirred with something other than arousal. he placed heartfelt pecks against your palm before he moved his lips to press more pecks on the inside of your wrist and then up your arm, all the way until he got to your shoulder. there, he lifted his lips, but not for very long as he placed a kiss against the spot over your heart and then continued travelling upwards. his tender kisses littered your neck and cheek until, finally, he pressed a firm kiss to your lips.
you shivered and held him close, not quite processing how intimate all of this was. but soon enough, he got up from the bed and returned with a fresh pair of boxers on and a wet towel. he took ahold of your ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed so your knees hang off it. spreading your knees apart, he kneeled on the ground, eye level with the area he intended to clean.
as he wiped away all the cum and arousal, you twitched every now and then, stinging from the slight overstimulation. whenever you flinched, he’d pull his hand back and glance up at you, not continuing until he saw your discomfort eased. occasionally he’d press his lips against the inside of your thighs and your kneecaps, mumbling sweet words against them.
“you did so well, just relax now, love.” “does this feel okay, it’s not too much, is it?”
once he was done, san took the panties he had haphazardly tossed away from the bed and slid them up your legs, patting your hips once he got them on you. figuring you’d be cold, he also grabbed a shirt from his closet, slipping his hand under your back to help you sit up (though you weren’t that exhausted, but who were you to complain?) and dressing you in the soft, grey material.
when you woke up the next morning, you were facing each other, legs tangled under the sheets. he was already awake, absentmindedly tracing shapes on the skin of your waist under the shirt as he looked at you. there a warm smile spread itself onto his face when he noticed you were awake. his hand moved to the small of your back and drew you closer, holding you tightly and kissing your forehead.
briefly you considered asking what he saw you as. sure, after you slept together he’d usually be very affectionate. but something was different last night; the lingering kisses, the intimacy, the shockingly affectionate tenderness of his eyes. you pushed those thoughts away. there was no way he thought of you the way you thought of him.
still, a part of your soul couldn’t help but stay hopeful as he hesitantly uttered his next words.
“you wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay for the rest of the day, would you? i just really don’t want this to end.”
you stopped yourself from cooing at his nervousness, nodding slowly. “i’d love to stay.”
“good.”
a beat of silence followed that, neither of you sure of what to say next. it was an awkward or uncomfortable silence, it was calm. the few rays of sunlight that got past his curtains provided the room with a soft glow, the pair of you engulfed by the warmth of the blanket.
he brought your hand up to his face and, much like the night before, pressed a kiss to your palm and then your wrist. the sensation left tingles on your skin and your breath hitched, something he took note of with a smirk.
“can i have my hand back yet?” you asked jokingly, your chuckle ringing through his ears.
“hmmm,” he nipped at your wrist, “no.”
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could u do drunk eren coming home to you after a night out :333333333
sorry it took me so long to answer!! my job has been kicking my ass, lol. hope this is up to ur standards stinka butt :p (not proof read cause i’m lazy)
eren rarely ever decides to leave you home and go out with his friends.
i mean, what could he do with them that he couldn’t with you? he would much rather prefer spending a night in, sitting in a hello kitty face mask watching tv rather than go and get drunk.
but in this particular instance, you pushed him out.
“rennie, i love you, i swear i do, but baby you spend so much time with me and you deserve some guy time! so please go out with connie ‘nd them, i promise i’ll be here waitin’”
so, like a good boyfriend would, he went out and had a great time!
….okay… maybe too much of a good time.
in his defense! he would rather die before he let sissy ass jean out drink him.
and it’s because of eren’s innate competitiveness that he came home in the condition that he did.
stumbling through the door and throwing his keys, you immediately went to see just how much he drank. and considering eren was a lightweight, you could already tell he was in bad shape.
“baby, are you okay?” you said while trying to lead him to bed. however, eren couldn’t even register what you were saying to him as he was way more focused on how your nipples poked through your white tank top.
without saying a word, eren lifted up your tank and gave the one closest to him a gentle kitten lick. the action took you by surprise, but to eren, your silence told him everything he needed to hear.
he pushed you onto the couch, not bothering to walk to the bedroom and lifted your shirt fully above your head.
while staring down at your surprised face, eren gave you a smile “i don’ care nuthin bout me bein okay. i w’nna fuck”.
without giving you time to answer, he gave you a rough kiss before turning his attention towards your nipples once again. while his mouth latched onto one, his fingers toyed with the other.
his ears were overjoyed with the noises you were making, as his body was much more sensitive to the way you reacted to his touches. by the time eren kissed his way down to your clothed pussy, he was as hard as a rock.
“ren, ya sure you don’t wanna lay down? you’re really drunk” your words normally would have made him reconsider. but with your lack of power behind them, they were going in one of eren’s ears and out the other.
so much so that he responded to your question by pulling your cotton shorts down, taking your panties with them. all he could do was stare at the mess you made. your pussy was so wet and shiny, it was literally asking to be eaten.
without a word, he took two fingers and swiped them down your slit, reveling in the way your body jerked at the sudden stimulation.
he put his fingers in his mouth and moaned, “better th’n anything i’ve had t’night. open up for me mama, i’m hungry.”
as you spread your legs wider, eren didn’t hesitate to lick up towards your clit and suck. he could feel your cunt pulsating in his mouth and he loved it. slowly flattening out his tongue and licking all over your pussy until he made you shake. but his favorite part was fucking you with his tongue and feeling you gush into his mouth without a second thought. it made him so proud when he could feel your pretty hole loosening up on his tongue, preparing for what’s to come later.
you couldn’t even form coherent words. mindless babbles and noises leaving your mouth sounded like nothing short of music to eren’s ears.
he took his mouth off of your cunt and shoved two fingers in, causing your breath to catch in your throat. with glossy eyes you looked down to see eren’s head resting on your thigh, eyes locked on his fingers sliding in and out of you with ease.
“y’know somthin? i thought about you all night. how badly i wanted to come home and touch you. how badly i wanted to fuck my cunt till you cried. the noises you’d make when i’d stick my tongue inside. love when you let me slut this cunt out.” hazy green eyes never leaving your cunt as he talked. watching it spasm and clench till u came. which didn’t take long as the combination of his fingers and tongue threw you over the edge.
your body contracted and your moans grew louder. your toes curled and your hips involuntarily rocked against his fingers and face. he let you ride out your orgasm, mouth latched to your clit while his green eyes flickered from your face to your pussy.
after you finally calmed down, he removed himself from your cunt and hoisted you up onto his waist. carrying you like a baby to your shared bedroom.
he dropped you down onto the bed and removed the rest of your clothing without missing a beat. eren dragged your hips to the edge of the bed and let his cock spring out from the confines of his jeans. he gave your cunt a couple of taps before you felt the head of his cock push his way through your pussy.
before you knew it, you were folded in half, “fuck baby, love this pussy s’much. let ‘er tell me how much she loves me.” your pussy was so wet, you couldn’t help but hear the platplatplat of eren’s pelvis connecting to your wetness. every now and then you’d hear a slight squelch, which made eren impossibly harder.
while i’m your back, you finally got the chance to look at him, and god did he look gorgeous. his hair hung beautifully over his face due to ur suggestion of wearing it out during his outing. the whites of his eyes were red, making those beautiful sea green eyes pop even more. and you’re just now noticing that his clothes aren’t even fully off as he’s holding the bottom of his black hoodie and white undershirt in his mouth.
he’s quite literally stirring your guts right now. with both hands holding your thighs to your chest and fast, deep strokes, you wouldn’t be incorrect to assume that eren is trying to kill you.
“ba- fuck- baby please slow down.” you pleaded. your body bouncing hard against his hips, head rocking every which way as you try and watch the scene below.
eren shakes his head no at an obscenely fast pace, “no! gotta give ya ev’rthin i got” his words are slurred from the alcohol and muffled by his clothes but he doesn’t care. the only thing eren cared about in this moment was the feeling of you cumming on his dick.
he watched as your eyes rolled back while you arched off the bed. he couldn’t help but put his hand within the gap and pull u close to his chest. at this point, eren was fucking you into the air. he was borderline erratic with how fast he was moving and his drunk strength didn’t make things better.
you knew you would be sore the following day, but who cares when your man is fucking you like he’s gonna die tomorrow?
your moans are loud and eren’s grunts are almost louder. he won’t stop till he makes you cum, and even that might not be enough.
“ren, m’gonna cum!” your lips are spitty and your hair is clinging to your cheeks. your eyes are glossy and tears are beginning to spill out.
despite eren being drunk out of his mind, he still can’t help but think that you look like the most beautiful girl on the planet.
he released his hoodie and licked his lips, “fuck! do it baby! do it on my dick so i can fill ya up. g’nna make ya a mama i swear- fuck! there ya go baby. cum on me.” he strains to get the last part out upon feeling your cunt grip his dick. you were cumming and he wasn’t too far behind.
with a few quick thrusts and extra stimulation to your clit because your pleasure never ends you could feel eren’s cum paint your walls white. his jaw dropped and his eyes rolled deep into his skull.
“mmfh, fuck baby. i love you, i swear ta’ god i do.” was all he could manage before he collapsed on top of you. and after a few moments, you realized that he hadn’t fallen asleep, but his body had literally given out from exhaustion. i mean, what could you expect after a night of heavy drinking and sex?
and after you finally caught your breath, you managed to roll eren off of you and clean yourself up, not minding the lack of after care considering he needed it way more than you at the current moment.
you took a quick shower and returned with a rag for eren. and after wiping him down and changing his clothes, you tucked him into your shared sheets and finally got some rest.
funnily enough for you, eren couldn’t believe his ears when he heard you retell the night you shared the next morning.
“that wasn’t me, i don’t know who you’re talking about” he said with a tomato red face. you had no idea how eren went from the dominant, sex crazed man he was last night to the shy individual he is now. he even looks different with his black framed glasses perched on his nose. the duality of man
with a little giggle, you placed a kiss onto eren’s cheek, “it’s okay baby, i’m just glad you had a great time last night”.
with a roll of his eyes, eren pulled you closer to him on the couch and continued surfing through tv channels, vowing to himself to never go out with his homies ever again.
#eren#eren x reader#eren x y/n#eren x black y/n#eren smut#eren jeager x reader#eren jeager smut#eren x chubby reader#eren aot#eren ask!
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Playing Pretend (Part 8)
Roy is a bit distracted during the wedding ceremony.
Roy Kent x Reader
1.3k words
Warnings: Language, Roy pining, pining, pining
Series Masterlist
Roy had been hoping to see you just once more before the ceremony. Partly to give you reassurance that he’d be right there, eyes on you, but, more selfishly, he wanted a glimpse of you in your bridesmaid dress so he wouldn’t gawk at you as you walked down the aisle.
Unfortunately, your sister kept you busy, so there was no chance for that. Instead, he was only able to send you a quick text as he found his seat a couple rows behind your parents, reminding you that he’d be your anchor when you needed one and jokingly wishing you luck walking in a straight line after the night before.
His heart skipped a beat when you sent him a simple Thanks Roy. You’re the very best ❤️
He felt like a fucking teenager, the way he got so excited over a fucking heart emoji. But he couldn’t help it; it was you. Everything you did made him feel like a stupid, lovesick boy: the way you smiled at him, those moments when you were physically affectionate, your ability to make him laugh with stupid memes sent in the middle of the day just because it made you think of him, the fact that you always remembered little details like his metal allergy.
Roy wondered what it was like for you watching him date. He knew what it was like for him to watch you. He fucking hated it. For those three years you were with Jim, Roy felt so fucking tortured. Watching you smile at Jim, embrace Jim, kiss Jim, listening to you gush about Jim, confide in Roy and his sister that you were going to marry Jim. It had all been too much. For a brief while, Roy had considered taking a break from your friendship to force himself to get over you; he had lasted all of two days before sending you a text about the book he was reading because he knew you’d like it too.
As the garden filled with poshly dressed people, Roy thought back on those rare occasions he’d brought women around you. You were always quieter in those instances, not hugging Roy as tight, not engaging his date in any sort of conversation if you could help it. It wasn’t as if you were anti-social; whenever he brought around Jamie or another teammate, you were bubbly and friendly, leaving them with a lovely impression and questioning Roy about why he hadn’t asked you out. It was only his dates you were icy to. When one woman asked him about your coldness, Roy had shrugged it off, assuming you weren’t feeling well; that particular date had rolled her eyes and called Roy thick.
He knew. Somewhere in the back of his head he knew, because he’d seen it the night before when Jim’s cousin simply glanced at him. You were jealous. Jealous of the models and the influencers and the actresses. Even a little jealous of Keeley Jones, even though you’d met her on multiple occasions and liked her. Ever since you were thirteen and heard Roy talk about his first girlfriend, you were painfully, white-hot, devastatingly jealous of every single girl and woman who had Roy Kent’s attention.
No, Roy scolded himself, ignoring the sound of music starting. You couldn’t be jealous. Because being jealous meant…
Fuck.
The model whose name he’d forgotten now was right. He really was thick. When he was at the youth academy, you used to call and write him all the time, even more than his own family did. You always had a smile for him, always a hug that lasted just a moment too long, always found an excuse to pass him and press yourself close to him. At matches, it was your voice he could hear over the roar of the crowd, shrieking his name with excitement and pride. After he’d truly busted his knee, you were at his door with a bottle of whiskey and not a word of pity, knowing he’d be getting that from the rest of the world. Every glance across the room, every text sent for no reason other than to say hello, every movie night with your leg pressed against his, every moment of teasing from your family this weekend, all of it added up to one stupidly obvious truth:
You were probably just as in love with him as he was with you.
Roy didn’t get much time to sit with this newfound revelation before the procession began. He hadn’t even noticed Jim take his place beside the minister, nor did he care to look in that direction. Instead, his eyes anxiously awaited the sight of you.
He exchanged knowing glances with Paul as he and Jen marched down the aisle; it was as if your brother-in-law could see the clarity Roy finally felt. Then came that bridesmaid that couldn’t keep her eyes off Roy, but he didn’t pay her any mind. Not when he finally saw you coming down the aisle.
You were gorgeous. Of course you were. You were always gorgeous. Your gaze immediately found Roy and your smile widened. For someone about to watch her sister marry her ex, you looked relaxed, glowing even. And somehow, Roy knew it was because of him.
As everyone stood for Lauren’s entrance, Roy couldn’t resist glancing back at you. As he had hoped, you were already looking right at him.
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The ceremony went off without a hitch, much to everyone’s relief. There was no telling what your sister would do if something had been amiss. Roy began to follow the crowd towards the reception, wondering if he could manage to find some secluded corner to have a drink while he waited for you to come back from taking bridal party photos; he was rarely interested in schmoozing and talking about his work with strangers, even more so now that he was reflecting on his painfully obvious realization.
“Roy.”
He didn’t even have to turn to know it was your hand on his arm.
You smiled up at him, radiant, almost goddess-like in your bridesmaid dress and flower crown. He had to admit, despite Lauren’s Lauren-ness, he definitely liked her choice in bridesmaid outfits.
“I was just heading to the reception,” he explained. “Figured you had pictures and shit.”
You nodded, wringing your hands. “Yeah. I just… wanted to say thank you.” You took a step closer to him. “For being there today. Lauren wasn’t too happy that she saw you making that face at me but…” You shrugged with a shy chuckle. “It helped.” Without another word, you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight hug. “You’re amazing,” you whispered before letting go. Your hands lingered on his arms as you looked up at him.
His hands froze on your waist as he looked down at you, every instinct in his head begging him to say something.
But not yet. Not now. Not right before you were supposed to be taking photos with your family. Because what if he was totally and completely wrong? The awkwardness on your face would be documented for all eternity.
Even worse, what if he was right? He’d finally admit his feelings, you’d admit yours, and then he’d have to let you go be all smiles next to fucking Jim. Fuck no. Once Roy told you how he felt, he didn’t want to spend even one second away from you.
“Roy?”
Your timid voice brought him out of his thoughts. “Go smile pretty for the camera,” he teased, kissing your forehead. “Just do your fucking best not to outshine the bride. Although-” His eyes trailed up and down your figure before returning to your face. “-that might be fucking impossible.”
The blush that appeared on your face made him feel almost proud. “I’ll do my best,” you laughed, giving his biceps a squeeze. “Photos shouldn’t take too long, so I should be back soon.”
“I’ll have a strong drink waiting for you,” Roy promised.
“And a dance?” You raised your eyebrows, knowing Roy was never much for dancing.
Roy shrugged and pressed another kiss to your forehead. “As many dances as you fucking want.”
#roy kent playing pretend#he's here he's there he's every fucking where#roy kent#roy kent x reader#roy kent fanfic#roy kent fic#roy kent fanfiction#roy kent fluff#ted lasso#ted lasso fanfiction#ted lasso fanfic#ted lasso fic
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((That's it. This is my favourite pic of Pari in Fallout 4 ever.))
((True, she may look a little odd but the vibes are her. Just about to whack some absolute monstrosity with some sort of weapon, I love that for her.))
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Have you seen this yet?
https://www.tumblr.com/killerqueen-82/746929094664536064?source=share
I adore this one, it's one of those rare instances in S1 era ( as opposed to S2 press, still stunned about what was in the air, DT's expression and body language was 60% heart eyes and 40% imma climb MS asap) where you can pin point the exact moment David fell for Michael (very likely, again)
Just look at him the whole time Michael is praising him, the coy smiles, the blushes, the stares, the nervous fidgeting, drinking multiple times to calm himself. The mad respect he has for him is so palable here and how deeply he cares what MS thinks about him.
Can i say, I get the impression that David was a bit more obsessed with MS than the other way around ( previously, reciting every detail from one of his obscure movies from years ago or going to see his plays, etc... (Good on you beautiful, now you made him defend your work with his life)
I won't mention all the gushings in this, that's literally the whole video BUT "David is my favourite actor OF ALL TIME?" ( says the man who binged DT's whole career in quarantine.) it's unreal that you can see he even surprised himself with how gone he was already😭❤️ ( the whole thing feels so intimate, you know everyone in that room knew they were third wheeling😂)
Are you the anon who always sends me these goodies because I love youuuu
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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aaaa I don't like venting here, but is it okay to be a lil salty? this is my safe space so I'm gonna be a lil salty, avert your eyes please 😆
I'm still kinda miffed about the fact that I used to get made fun of for being unironically attracted to ray, which sucked, yeah, but it was in a way kinda comforting cause he wasn't GENERALLY viewed as a Super Sexy Handsome Stud by fans or whatever. there were only a few rare instances where I had to deal with jealousy and such.
but tHEN LASERHAWK CAME OUT. and now EVERY SINGLE POST I SEE is basically just about how hot he is. he's on the TUMBLR SEXYMAN WIKI ffs. can't even gush on twitter anymore without other people chiming in too about how attractive they find him. y'know what? I think I almost preferred being made fun of for it, LMAO 🙃
I'll be fine but I just need to get my pettiness out sometimes
#mine#and I'm not saying other people can't find him attractive#this is purely just me ranting about the fact that it sucks that I have such problems with it cause I can't even navigate the damn tag-#-anymore#for both the aforementioned reasons and also because of a certain pairing that is literally impossible to escape#will delete this later maybe. I just needed to unleash my inner hater for a moment
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Okay so I've been eating your art for a few days? Weeks? Months? Ever since I found you through my Welcome Home hyperfixation help it has me in it's death grips and just, admiring all the details you put into your pieces?
Like, I can't tag every little detail I come across and like from what you post, because I would be too distracting from the contents of the post and my gushing and speculating derived from that alone, but I see and like them even if I don't say too much about it.
For instance, don't think I didn't see the grime at the edges of Frank's frown and mouth in your Lights Out AU post! It is such a small detail to notice, but it really sells the idea of the puppets becoming grimy, scruffy, and dirtier as time goes on and they are stuck in the dark with little to nothing to clean themselves. I feel like it is most noticeable with their hair, as my gosh do they all need a hair brush by the time we see the group interactions of the unlikely four, but I enjoy seeing their disheveled selves as they try to go through life in the dark. While I won't pick up on every little detail, the stuff I do see is really interesting a think about, that you didn't need to add it but you did because you enjoyed making it l, and it's pretty heartwarming in a way for me you know?
Anyways, as a fellow artist, it's both cool and concerning because I get the gist of how much time and energy it can take to make stuff! I enjoy and adore your art and thoughts a ton, just remember to take care of yourself and not to push too hard on yourself to make stuff! Stretch and drink water, etc etc etc, and remember there are always people who will like what you make, be it dragons, welcome home stuff, and oc thingies!
AH IM
WHY ARE ALL OF YOU SO NICE!!! MY STUNTED EMOTIONS CANT HANDLE IT!!!! no but seriously i had to take a break reading this to walk through my house and Simmer Down bc man... the reaction pic is accurate.... i made Several dying animal noises!
i'm beyond happy that the details are being Noticed and are Enjoyable! i like to include as many as i can (when i Think of them, which happens less often than i'd like). i rarely have it in me to scribble Full Things, so i try to make up for it with the little things! it seems to be working, yippee! and it Is fun to include them, yeah <3
you take care of yourself as well! actually, get some water as soon as you read this. All Of Ya's. im takin a hefty sip rn so you all better get hydrated with me. no diedrating on this blog no sirree!! but yes um thank you so much for the very kind ask! mentally i am printing it out and pinning it to my wall! i will be thinking about it every time i Add Little Details!
#also pls dont hold back in the tags on my account or others#they are Lifeblood <3#plus i just like to hear other people's thoughts!!! and id love to hear What You See And Get Out Of It!#& who knows you might even inspire something#tagged comments can do wonders yk yk#you would not be distracting In The Least <3#rambles from the bog#also i like that title... The Unlikely Four... i will be referring to that group as such from now on!#and i Will say... the grime on frank's mouth is Grime but its not exactly natural....#also hello! i dont think ive said that yet!#i recognize you from my notifs! you're one of the regulars whom i see and mentally tip my hat to whenever i catch sight of your icon#& i cannot help you. wh has me in its grip as well#none of us are getting out! yippee yahoo hawyee!
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May i request savanaclaw or heartslabyul with a baker s/o? In hcs format pretty plz 🙏
note : baking is torture. if someone gives u baked goods, y'all better eat it >:'(
leona kingscholar
Baked goods are something Leona doesn’t eat that much. He finds that baking is too meticulous and way too long of a process to get some food on the platter. Despite being a prince, Leona did not enjoy many of the most well-prepared meals. Slab meat onto his plate, and he is done for the day or even a year.
However, Leona knows when to appreciate the effort and would be delighted to eat something you hand prepared. While he won’t outright say it, he does feel a bit shy whenever you enter and give him the most delightful little treat.
In his personal opinion, Leona loves your meat pies the most. It has meat! It is also one of the more fast options for your baking. Leona smiles fondly when you gush about finding a new recipe you are mastering. While he won’t taste test the sweeter and more healthy options, he will always praise each product you worked hard on. The effort of the designs and recipe modification is no easy feat.
On super rare occasions, Leona would eat sweets. Reluctantly, Leona would eat some of the more sweet varieties whenever you insist it is a good sweet for him. It is not to say he finishes it. A little over 3 or 5 bites will all be needed for him. Of course, you would pout at this attitude, but he would give you a charming smile, and you swoon. Cheeky lion.
Sometimes, he makes you bake some food for Cheka, if ever. He adores that you get alongside his family. Cheka and Leona would get along even more with your help. After all, baked goods do make a good conversation starter.
“Herbivore. Ruggie said Cheka, and you made some treats. Mmm, smells delicious. You indeed are an amazing herbivore. Meat pie and some cookies? Oh, you know me well. Ohh, but I bet you would taste– Ah! Cheka… you’re here.”
ruggie bucchi
Sweet tooth Ruggie always gets excited when you have baked some more food that you always give hot and fresh. Ruggie swoons at the sight of hot food that is sweet or savory, and if you make it, it is the most lovely food he has tasted!
Donuts are his favorite, as everyone knows, but with your baked goods, he can’t pick. He swears he loved the donuts, but your tarts, cupcakes, and pies! Too many to name. Ruggie just eats all of it with no hesitation.
Though, that caused an issue with things. If you want honest critique, it would be better to go to Leona or Jack because Ruggie would never be able to tell you that something is wrong with your creations. It always seems perfect for him. Ruggie enjoys anything you make. Each improvement made your cooking even more perfect for him.
Ruggie doesn’t share. He has already portioned his food for both of you, maybe even just for him if he feels a bit greedy on a particular day. Though, he does ask for some different recipes so he can share the good feel of your food with his family. He may or may not have bragged about your skills a bit.
It won’t be much of a different experience for Ruggie to have a significant other who bakes. However, he does take advantage of these instances because he wants to indulge in food– something he rarely does. You would spoil him, won’t you?
“Oh! Your donuts are so soft! I love this recipe. Say, shishishi, you have some extra donut holes? Or a new recipe you wanna tryyy? I got some spare time~ Leona also might want some pies… What?! No! I am not asking for extras.”
jack howl
He is the middle ground in the dorm. Longing for sweets wasn’t in his schedule, nor was he avoiding sweets altogether. Though, he is strict about what you may offer as it could mess up his strict diet. Jack is a fit individual. Too many sweets can be a hassle to his regime.
Though, Jack does not deny that your goods are excellent and could need some adjusting to eat regularly. He gives good criticism and insight on what needs to be added, giving you the most help to improve your craft.
Jack’s favorite is your sourdough with some good toppings you offer. It has a good shelf life and fits into the diet he plans to keep. While he avoids a lot of carbs, he sometimes cheats to eat a big and hefty slice of cake or meat pie that you provide.
Admittedly, he blushes when you give him a crafty slice of bread. Jack feels appreciated and loved for the effort you put into the tasty and beautiful food. Other first years and maybe his family have heard his appreciation of your craft, and all end in teasing the shy wolf.
Jack would try to bake, but he prefers watching you and listing off the improvements you wanted to be reminded of. He truly is like this cute dog rather than a wolf with his anticipated gaze and attentive eye to anything you do. It’s an excellent bonding time.
“You said last time you might try less salt. Oh? That was for another one? Okay… oh, this is the whole weat? Huh. Interesting. Uhm… it’s exciting to see you try new recipes. My family says that your recipe was a hit for them. Yeah. Uh. I will time the resting period!”
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Howdy hon~! It’s been awhile sorry >_<, but if anything I’m kinda wanna know if you have any fun little facts about your ocs that you’ve sent dying to tell us about?
Orrr… tell us what would happen if they all has their eyes on the same darling? (You don’t have to do all of them but your, like, ones that would have an interesting dynamic)
I’ll think up some more I wanna know about your characters, but for now I hope this is enough!
Anyhoo, please remember to take care of yours and have a lovely day/night!
-🍒
yan corp members pining after the same darling
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knox:
will play dirty.
he wouldn't even try to hide it or anything
he would make it absolutely clear to the others that he wants you and anyone that's willing to go up against him for your heart, should be prepared for his dirty games.
knox rarely falls for anyone so when he realises that its you that he wants, he absolutely goes all out.
he will buy you gifts and spoil you while making himself look like the best possible option among the yan corp bosses
he also doesn't mind poisoning your thoughts against the other corp members.
he wants you and he'll have you by all means.
his biggest rival would be florence, because she can predict his behaviour fairly well.
biggest weakness: he can be a bit materialistic, so his tactics wouldn't work well with a darling that doesn't like being spoilt.
florence:
similar to knox, florence might have the tendency to play dirty
but unlike knox, she's more tactical about it.
she'll play the 'misunderstood victim' card
in this instance, she'll make it seem like she isnt really mean or a 'tough boss'
that all the staff just dont like her cause they misunderstand her a lot
as she does this, she simultaneously acts very nicely towards you so that it seems more believable.
by using this angle, she's making herself look good while subtly diminishing your opinions about the other corp bosses.
this method would work especially well on a very empathetic darling.
her biggest rival would be angel because of her natural charm and kindness.
biggest weakness: she's a bit impatient so she cant play the 'long game', which wouldn't work well for a darling that gets overwhelmed easily.
angel:
tbh, angel wouldn't have to do much
she's already known as the office sweetheart so she has a nice reputation
however, she may just play it up a little bit
angel would act extra nice to staff and especially towards you
she'd be extremely nice to people in the same department as you, so that they can continue to gush about how nice she is.
if this doesn't work and you continue to remain indifferent to her advances, angel doesn't mind playing damsel in distress.
tripping on the stairs and into your arms, falling over with a stack of papers in your hallway (what is she using all that paper for anyway?), the buttons on her shirt randomly popping off when you're the only person in the room, her ''forgetting'' an umbrella when wearing a white shirt and needing to borrow the extra sweater you brought to work-
the list goes on tbh
and out of everyone in the corp, you're most likely to fall for angel.
mostly because she's so good at what she does
her biggest rival would be her brother, priest, because he's a fast thinker and can quickly think of ways to counter her 'pining methods'
biggest weakness: a shy/introverted darling wouldn't appreciate angel intruding into their personal bubble so often, unless they've become close.
priest:
priest would easily win against all the corp members
as head of marketing, he's extremely good at predicting human behaviour
therefore he's always one step ahead of everyone else
for example, knox could have set up a surprise at your desk at work, addressing it from your 'secret admirer'
since knox has a tendency to act suspiciously when he's planning something as well as having the tendency to spoil love interests with gifts, priest would expect that he was planning a surprise for you
and priest would counteract that by sending you on field work that day, or asking you to take it easy and work from home that day, so you would never get to see the surprise.
priest would constantly work hard to counteract every single thing that the other corps members could do to woo you.
his biggest rival would be bennett, because bennett has a tendency to be unpredictable and to think outside the box.
biggest weakness: if a corp member or darling doesn't act according to his prediction, then it can make him look bad and jeopardise his chances with darling
quinn:
quinn's tactic to winning over darling is an unusual one, yet very smart.
their plan is to do nothing.
act uninterested, tell the other corps members that they are uninterested and act friendly to you in a semi-platonic way.
quinn will quietly wait in the shadows and let the corps members fight amongst each other over you, and when everyone least expects, they'll strike and snatch you up.
they'll have lunch with you everyday, and grow close to you, slowly but surely.
they dont mind even playing double agent, in which a corp members asks quinn to play wingman, and help them out
quinn agrees obviously, and uses that excuse to spend more time with you.
under the guise of 'helping out'
when in fact, they're trying to win you over to themselves.
their biggest rivals would be bennett (because he has more access to information) and angel (because she's more friendly and easy to talk to)
biggest weakness: darling may not like the friends to lovers trope and may end up just friendzoning quinn.
bennett:
finally, bennett.
bennett's tactic is to become the man of your dreams.
he will stalk all your social media to find out what you like, the kind of people you follow, the type of people you dislike, your ideologies-
he'll find out everything
hell, he'll even find out about all your exes and find out what they had in common so he can adopt that attribute into his personality
any kind of man you want, that's what he'll be.
and the thing about bennett is that, he's so discrete about things, so you'd never imagine that he's basing his personality off of what you like
he makes it seem natural
bennett wouldn't actively compete or hate on the other members-
he'd just try to drastically improve his chances.
his biggest rival would probably be angel and quinn, due to the fact that they're both easily approachable and easy to talk to.
biggest weakness: if darling is the type to change their mind/opinion quickly, then bennett may not always be kept updated on their new interest or ideology, therefore rendering his tactic useless.
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'In Italy, according to American television, the sunlight is always golden, the seas are azure blue, the flora is every shade of green, and the marble statues scattered across city piazzas are always creamy white. Ripley rejects all that. With a chilly, textured black-and-white palette for the boot-shaped country in which con man Tom Ripley (Andrew Scott) reinvents himself, Netflix’s Patricia Highsmith adaptation becomes one of the most conceptual, visually uncompromising TV shows of the year. Steven Zaillian’s version of Ripley is fascinated with the 16th-century Italian Baroque painter Caravaggio, so famed for his use of contrasting light and dark that he spawned stylistic acolytes termed the Caravaggisti. Once the series establishes the comparisons between Tom and the Old Master, it becomes clear that Ripley itself is a kind of Caravaggisti, an experiment in black-and-white that relies on motifs to reflect its central character’s ominous alienation. That approach is thematically appropriate, sure, but it also absolutely rips.
Longtime collaborators Zaillian and cinematographer Robert Elswit engage the eye with reflections, shadows, and patterns, push the limits of the frame with ultrawide compositions and dueling foreground and background images, and go to bat for the discomfiting power of negative space. Every frame of Ripley deepens the series’ emotional disquiet and visual splendor, and Italy has rarely looked this beautiful or cruel. Here, a list of 37 setups, frames, and moments in Ripley that would blow Caravaggio’s mind (and already did mine).
Tom as abstraction, monster, creep? Yes to all! Look at how often Ripley presents him as the the outline of an intruder, dissolving others’ tranquility or secrecy before disappearing into the darkness from whence he came like a specter in the night. The shadows enveloping him as he enters Carlo’s lair of stolen goods is a personal favorite.
“It seemed like everywhere we went there were stairs,” Zaillian said of location-scouting and shooting Ripley. Those flights take on special meaning as Tom moves up and down and up and down in his chase for a comfortable life. The labyrinthine caves of steps he climbs in Atrani to find Dickie isn’t as starkly angular as the apartment staircase he later encounters, but the general idea of Tom needing to move through these spaces to literally and figuratively end up where he wants to be holds, his desire for upward mobility physically rendered over and over Ripley’s eight episodes. And for people who aren’t Tom, the pentagon-shaped stairs Inspector Ravini takes to the morgue for Freddie’s autopsy make it look like he’s descending into Hell.
M.C. Escher’s impact! Ripley’s repetition and refraction — the reality-challenging lines of train-station stairs and post-office boxes, Tom’s reflection in Dickie’s balcony glass doors, the misshapen edges of cobblestone streets — remind us that Tom, trapped within systems of order he’ll need to manipulate in his journey toward becoming a mid-century Narcissus, isn’t who he says he is. The series’ established visual language is so clean and rigid, it’s unsettling when Ripley breaks its own code, as it does when Tom tosses the scarf Marge knit for Dickie over an elevated walkway onto the disjointed stone pattern below. The scarf is an interruption that Tom, and Ripley itself, can’t abide.
Yes, Ripley is in black-and-white. But its gradients are so rich and deep, you can easily imagine the garnet-maroon-scarlet-sangria-rust shades of blood gushing out of Dickie’s and Freddie’s bodies, washed away by Tom in his sink or discarded in his bathtub, and — in the series’ most jarring shot, a rare instance of color — tracked around his apartment building by the cat who knows what Tom’s been up to. The series is also inundated with religious imagery, and there’s a delightfully macabre quality to how Freddie’s body falls with his arms outstretched as if he’s Christ on the cross, a sacrifice Tom has to make to become his desired self.
Italian architecture, it’s neat!
In a series where the main character experiences a sort of epiphany about art, creativity, beauty, and God when looking at the paintings of Caravaggio, the viewer will, of course, have to behold said Caravaggios. Ripley depicts the works, including The Seven Acts of Mercy (ca. 1607), The Martyrdom of Saint Matthew (ca. 1599–1600), David With the Head of Goliath (ca.1605–10), and a replica of 1609’s Nativity With St. Francis and St. Lawrence (the original was stolen in 1969), in a way that reinforces Tom’s own smallness against the large-scale paintings and ancient, holy buildings that house them. He’s a tiny figure absorbing it all, the spaces gigantic around him, the shadows dark and dense. The finale’s flashback to Rome, 1606, where police find Ranuccio Tomassoni’s body and pursue Caravaggio for his murder, is also unbelievably lush with its lighting, particularly in the flickering fire of lanterns and the blood oozing out of Tomassoni’s wounds.
Here’s Ripley taking Caravaggio’s lessons and applying them to itself. Look how the light seemingly appears and disappears out of nowhere, illuminating or darkening its subjects without announcing its source. Tom’s hand, now wearing Dickie’s ring, seemingly floats in shadow, and he glows from within when sitting on the ferry. The light in his imagined face-off against Bokeem Woodbine’s detective streams in from nowhere, an angle later mirrored when Tom hangs up the Picasso he stole from Dickie. An early shower scene in New York City, when Tom is still living at the crummy boardinghouse, gives us both extremes, with the light from the showerhead forming a kind of halo around Tom’s head and the churning water emerging from the shower drain an excess of murk. It’s striking and unnerving, which is basically Ripley’s whole thing.
Tom is always grasping, watching, reaching, his want communicated best in moments that maximize the rule of thirds. Ripley ends by asking us, “Who is Tom?”, and these images, with their visual emptiness and loaded yearning, are an unforgettable answer.'
#Ripley#Netflix#Caravaggio#Steven Zaillian#Robert Elswit#Freddie Miles#Bokeem Woodbine#The Talented Mr Ripley#Patricia Highsmith#Atrani#Inspector Ravini#Carlo#Dickie Greenleaf#Marge Sherwood#Andrew Scott
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Thoughts on the idea of Eggy videotaping the first time Metal Sonic killing someone/something, the same way regular father may videotape their child walking for the first time?
I LOOOVE IT 🥰 I love the thought of fucked up sadistic Eggman loving to capture the best gruesome gory fucked up kills of Metal Sonic's and watching them back later for repeated satisfaction of seeing pathetic pests meeting their brutal demise. The kind of videos that Eggman brags that gore sites wish they had any footage quite like and some wonderful family fun photos for the family scrapbook too LOL
Love the comparison of something sweet and innocent to something so deeply disturbing and evil too. I can see it being one of the rare instances where he actually gushes over Metal's actions, pulling out a camera and saying "atta boy!" as he sics him on a guy and watches him slash and tear them apart with great excitement and glee and treats it much like a proud father wanting to get footage of his child's first time walking or something.
One of the benefits of having bases full of high security and tons of cameras everywhere inside and out as a result is that Eggman never misses a kill that happens around them, whether it's by his robots like Metal or any of his traps and other security measures taking them out. If he didn't catch something while it happened, he can still check is cameras and watch back the fun!
When he finds Metal covered in blood like my other concept, one of the other things he says every time is that he hopes he killed the victim in front of at least one camera so he can see it! Having cameras everywhere is both very useful for tracking down any bodies that need to be disposed of but also for getting great action kill shots from every angle and place near or in his base!
And in the cases where he's out and about and purposefully brings Metal out with him to kill, he loves watching it go down in person and is also sure to activate a camera in him that records a great first person view for him to enjoy later too. Same goes for when he places Metal in a room with a prisoner to torture. He later compiles all the highlights of their fun family day to sit back and enjoy watching later ahfjbsngksjgks
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