#I think people should take advantage of dreams for fit like thats kinda one of his things

[qtubbo]

Do you think fit dreams that pac was on his team, that they got to fight side by side, that he’d be the one that gets to protect pac. Just them two sitting by the fire huddled up, together. God it must be hell to be all alone.

[lettrespromises]

> LettresPromises informs you : You have one notification.

> Letter object : The tamer of the flamboyant flames of passion.

> Todoroki Shouto sent you a letter, would you like to read it?

@mangosnakesandpeaches​ sent a letter :  ❝heyo! its aydudenoway, just moved to my writing account! request number 1/3 : okay okay, so ya know how people always tend to write like, dom shouto and sub reader? what about dom reader and sub shouto. like, damn as much as i like dom shouto, kinda want to see some dom reader nglll. could this be a drabble/imagine and not too too graphic NSFW? i hope this is okay! ahhh okay okay so idk if you started writing my request (dom reader) or not, but could i add onto it real quick? breathless Shouto is all im saying. im so sorryyy for this being so sudden! if you can't add it, thats okay!❞

author’s letter :  ❝dear @mangosnakesandpeaches​, thank you once more for trusting me with your ideas and letting me express through words the love i have for this man and this man only!! hot take but i do kind of feel you.... like.... shouto is low-key a sub to me (aside from pegging ofc.) anywhoopsies!!! i hope you’ll like this and i tried not to make it nsfw which was a bit confusing but?? nonetheless, i hope you’ll enjoy this promised letter.❞

Genre : Erotic but not explicit smut, fluff. (Please consider that the characters are aged up.) Warnings : Cursing, foreplay, innuendos, sexual deeds. Word count : 1.6K.

After personally handing crushing losses to many villains throughout the entire week, admiring the hint of a shy smile adorning the face of civilians torn by fear as a gleam of hope while they’re being saved, secretly glancing at the newfound scars worn as medals on the abused flesh of your skin when no one is looking, any hero would be mentally and physically drained, as if your body was just the host of vacuity. And rightfully so.

Thus came the ever so needed tradition of self-care with Shouto, this renaissance of an evening was held every Friday night ever since you both graduated from U.A. No word was needed, the sole acknowledged information of today’s date was enough for the both of you to understand that today had your name as a synonymous of self-care written all over it.

This context explains why you found yourself enveloped in Shouto’s embrace, a physical testimony of just how much he loved and cherished your presence, if you will. These oh so special Friday nights also drew a contrast with your everyday life as heroes, it was also the perfect opportunity to say (or paradoxically declare in a silent manner) just how much your presence was needed to one another as the cons of being a pro-hero weighed on your mind like the sword of Damocles. To put it more harshly, the inevitable curse of never knowing if the day you were bound to spend together would be the last represented said cons.

His arms found shelter on the area above your hipbones, and every time he would let his genetically given large palms roam on this area, he would always wonder if said area had been carved to fit perfectly the form of his hands— Shouto liked to think that perhaps this was yet another sign that you were meant to be, he always tried to find poetic parallels everywhere.

His thumbs were brushing invisible shapes on the flesh of your hips left bare by the intervention of Shouto’s hands, these brushes were anything but calculated, yes, they did respect a certain common pattern—  but each time they felt similar, they always felt new at once. The semi-random nature of his gestures were the living proof that the documentary being played on the TV was semi-interesting as well.

You, on the other one hand, were sheltered in Shouto’s warm and welcoming embrace, your head fit right in the crook of his neck, and as per usual, Todoroki found yet again another poetic parallel drawn by your jointed souls. Nonetheless, if Shouto’s stare was focused on the succession of bright lights radiating off of the TV, yours was laying on the personification of your source of happiness— your boyfriend himself. After all, wasn’t staring at him way more interesting than some documentary being played? Nothing could compare to some well-deserved ‘staring at Shouto session’, but said sessions came with the slight danger of being caught, oh well…

« Love, I believe you’re doing it again. » Shouto blurted out which made you unconsciously flinch in response.

« Doing what exactly, mhm? » Oh, the fake tone of innocence could have been heard from miles away, and it sure as hell didn’t go unknown under Shouto’s radar.

« You know what I’m hinting at— staring. » But this time, it was his turn to stare at you, it was a mutual game now.

« You’re saying that as if staring at you was illegal, I mean, looking this hot should totally be considered illegal. » Shouto’s blood rushed under your newly left comment, causing his cheeks to adopt a rosy tone.

« Y/N, I’m a pro-hero, I’m not quite sure I can be considered as a villain… Is looking a certain way truly illegal? Should I change something about my appearance? » His heterochromatic eyes found yours, and a certain desire for reassurance chimed in the way.

« Shouto, baby— of course not! You’re perfect the way you are, I was only messing around, you know? » His desire for reassurance fades away and instead, you are met with a gleam of content as you continue :

« What I meant to say was… You’re so handsome, so out of this world… » Each word leaving your lips and connecting to his eardrums was accompanied with the fitting gestures to emphasize just a bit more the comforting undertone of your speech. It all began with a swift shift of position— you were now sitting on Shouto’s lap, a crucial position which guaranteed you the upper hand of physical exchanges.

« You’re divine, Shouto… » The longer your eyes met his, the more you were secretly convinced that he was indeed out of this world, thus, you underlined this statement by tracing an invisible line from the corner of his lips to his jawline under his intrigued facial expression. An intrigued expression, perhaps, but he was begging to hear more.

« You’re have all the qualities one could dream of, don’t you? » This rhetorical question was signed with the manifestation of the presence of your lips upon the flesh of his neck, Shouto let out a gasp he ignored he was holding and tilted his head to give you more room to play with as an answer, longing for the next lines of your tirade. Instead, the soft pressures left by the pecks were replaced with biting motions, and interchanged with sucking motions at times. This newfound balance of pleasure on Shouto’s newly bruised skin was the cause of a chain reaction— first, his lips parted as if he was gasping for oxygen, he didn’t need it, it was more like a precautious deed than a clear remedy to something he needed; then, his lids closed shut, in anticipation of the bliss which was bound to course every inch of his body; eventually, a deadly sin named gluttony got the best of him and encouraged him to let his palms wander on your derrière. A bold action quickly reprimanded by a quick slapping motions on the back of his hands.

« No touching, got it? Keep your hands to yourself and maybe, just maybe I’ll reward you. » A sentence so embedded with delicious sin which became amplified under the spell of your whispers, right against the shell of his ears. There was no vocal response on his end, only a line of chills from the back of his neck to the bottom of his spine, sure, it wasn’t vocal, but it was such a sweet way to respond to the temptation.

This comment would be stating the obvious but you had the monopoly of the game, you controlled the fate of the protagonists and bent the rules your way— some would call it cheating, you’d call it having the world at your feet. An adventurous hand traveled underneath the fabric of Shouto’s shirt and, on its journey, felt the various kinds of reliefs sculpted on his body. The rock hard sensation of his abdomen against the soft flesh of your palm was one of the sweetest contrasts. Your hand followed a vertical path— first, a journey near his pectoral muscles, and a tragic fall to his growing bulge right beneath you, you couldn’t help but bow your lips into a grin which echoed to a thousand of hidden desires and beyond while Todoroki looked at you with pleading eyes.

« Aren’t you such a good boy to me? You did as I said, baby, keep going for me, yeah? » Shouto knew that the way you would pronounce each individual word was a hint to what was bound to happen, and the precise manner you moaned « good boy » near his eardrum was just a mere indicator amongst a myriad of them that you would not give up on your iron hold any time soon. Your lips eventually met his once more in a heated exchange, the advantage of the height played in your favor to assert dominance and set the done of the secret ballet between your tongues. Meanwhile, your palm was dangerously stroking the oh so growing bulge in Shouto’s underwear— and when your tongue would twist in a clockwise direction, your hand would do the opposite and vice-versa.

Shouto could feel you through all his senses— and although his lids were shut closed, this couldn’t prevent him from picturing your frame towering over him, he would always remember everything about you, even the most trivial details anyway. The gluttony in him cursed at him and screamed to touch you, but he knew better than to fall under the spell of his temptations. If he couldn’t manifest his pleasure physically, he could still do it orally— and thus a silent melody resonated in your mouth at the contact of your tongue with his. Said melody ended in the crescendo of the volume of his uneven breaths after breaking your kiss due to the lack of oxygen.

His cheeks were crimson red, his mouth was set agape to let fresh air fill his lungs again, his eyes echoed nothing but an irresistible paradox of pleading and will to continue further, his head felt dizzy under your sweet toxins which had just penetrated his mind… He was so addicted to you.

You let a smirk grow on your face in response to the aftermath of your antics, knowing very well that this was just a way to foreshadow what was bound to happen : « You’ve been so good to me, pretty boy, so, so good. Guess who’s going to have his reward now, baby? »

He knew he was going to get his reward, but at what cost?

[chulliehbu-blog]

Park Chul (Mr.Chu)’s 1st Task

general info

full name: Park Chul

nickname(s): Mr. Chu, Chullie, Chu-Chu, Park

gender & pronouns: Male, he/him/his

sexual & romantic orientation: pansexual, panromantic

age & dob: 26, Decemeber 25th, 1990

birthplace/hometown: unknown

parents/siblings: unknown

astrological sign: Capricorn

dominant hand: right

handwriting style: extremely neat, when he decided he wanted to become a doctor he really started focusing on making his cursive legible for both staff, and patients.

language(s) known/spoken: english/korean/Japanese/Conversation Cantonese & Mandarin/ Advanced spanish speaker. 

religion: catholic

current living arrangements: By himself in a 2 bedroom loft.

occupation/major: thoracic surgeon, and studying to become a neurosurgeon 

appearances

picture reference: Click this here sentence for the most accurate look of Mr. Chu.

blood type: O

nationality: Korean

skin tone/color: Despite not seeing the sun munch he has a hint of a tan, and a light pink blush on his cheeks.

birthmarks & scars: There’s a scar on the right side of his right hand index finger from trying to show off the dance to Mr.Chu, and accidentally hit a a light bulb breaking it and slicing his finger open.

height: 6′ 3′‘

build: He’s very lean, not a lot going on in the stomach area, but he does have a bit of muscle on his arms and fantastic calves from all the Apink choreography.

hair color: Brown

hair length: Short

eye color: Deep brown

eye shape: Almond

diet: He tries to eat healthy, salads and fish when he has the time, but he mainly just grabs whatever is filling from the cafeteria when he remembers to eat. And when he doesn’t he remember he depends on those who care about him to feed him.

exercise & level of fitness: Does running from ward to ward count? Because other than that he kinda just does 15 minute cardio in his offie.

how’s their posture ( or lack thereof )? He always sits, and stands straight ( he has a lot to be proud of )

typical style of dress: His scrubs, Dress pants, a button down, his lab coat.

body language and mannerisms

how does your muse walk? He really skips??? But long strides ( long legs ).

how does your muse talk? Extremely fast, bouncing from one though to the other without slowing down.

what accent/dialect does your muse talk with? Seoul dialect

how high (or low) is the tone of their voice? are they loud or quiet? They’re so loud. Even his whispering is still heard. So like don’t tell him a secret in public

what is their laugh like? Obnoxious, unless it’s his little embarrassed or giddy chuckle then it’s pretty adorable.

how does your muse typically smell? Like a hospital.

what kind of air do they carry? are they intimidating? He’s extremely friendly, and charming. Making people smile is basically effortless for him.

psychology

what makes your muse happiest? Apink. And saving lives. But y’know Apink.

what upsets them the most? Being lied to or taken advantage of.

does your muse have any quirks? Too many??? He has to get up five minutes before his alarm goes off or he feels late to everything for the whole day. Whenever he drinks hot chocolate ( and he drinks a lot of hot chocolate ) he has to have exactly five big marshmellows in his cup; four around the rim and one in the middle. He can’t leave the hospital until saying goodbye to all of his patients. Whenever he has a surgery he has time to prepare for he shuts out the world and goes over every procedure to ensure they get it right.

what are their hobbies? how frequent do/can they do them? He really enjoys drawing, especially little comics about his day. But he never has time to sit down and just draw so he just does it when he has breaks. He really wants a drawing tablet but he’s afraid if he gets it he’ll spend all his time doodling.

do they have any guilty pleasures? Soap Operas. He’ll just sit with all the ladies in their room and watch it with them

is your muse an extrovert? an introvert? neither? Extrovert 

do they have high or low self-esteem? what about confidence? He’s very comfortable with himself. He knows who he is and makes no apologies for it. But he still does battle with wondering if he’s good enough for more than just himself. With his parents giving him away, no foster home willing to keep him let alone adopt him. Being left by most of his girlfriends, he feels unwanted by everyone.

are they easily stressed? how do they respond to stress? He is an extremely easy going guy. He only stresses when its about his patients.

what is your muses worst fear? Being abandoned

what is your muses biggest dream? He wants to open a medical school for children who belong to foster homes, oprhans, or come from low income families. He hated feeling like what he aspired to do was too high for someone of his status to reach, and thus not getting the resources he should have had to help him along the way. He doesn’t want other kids to feel that way.

is your muse an early riser? a night owl? Night owl.

how intelligent is your muse? do they acknowledge it? Valedictorian of his highschool, graduated top 5% of his class in both university and medical school. And now studying to become a neurosurgeon so he’s extremely smart. But he doesn’t bring it up unless he feels like he’s being spoken down to.

what is their sense of humour like? Obnoxious. He makes a lot of puns, and dad jokes. And he thinks he’s the most obnoxious person i love him.

relationship tendencies

what’s their sexual orientation? what about romantic? Pansexual, and Pan romantic.

are they currently in any sexual or romantic relationships? Nope he is lonely.mp3

what is their experience with relationships? He doesn’t have the best experience with them. He didn’t get his first one until he was a senior in high school, and he later found out that she was only dating him so that she’d be able to graduate under his tutoring, because even though he was doing sessions you had to pay for what kind of boyfriend would he be if he made her pay??? Two of his girlfriends ended up cheating on him. And one left him because of his dedication to his job.

how does your muse view the idea of friends with benefits? have they ever had one, or would they ever? He couldn’t do it, because he gets too attached too easily.

sex, is it important to your muse? Nah, not really.

what are their biggest turn on and turn offs? He really loves someone who is carefree, and loves to laugh. Especially at someone who can laugh at themselves. And when they’re nice to everyone his heart is happy. But he hates when they take themselves too seriously, or try to tell him to grow up.

does your muse find it easy to make friends? Yes yes!! He loves talking to new people. 

how important is friendship to them? Very! Once someone has a friend in Chul they have a very loyal one.

quantity or quality of friends? Quality

how important is family? He wouldn’t know. He would assume important but he doesn’t have one.

are they close to their family? why or why not ? He doesn’t have one. He was given up at birth.

headcanons

Number 1 Apink Stan!!!

thats it.