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ambrosialdesire · 12 days ago

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the accursed lycanthrope

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𓆩♡𓆪 SUNG-JAE YUN ↳ nickname: jae/jay but only by his fans

𓆩♡𓆪 AGE ↳ 24 years old

𓆩♡𓆪 BIRTHDAY ↳ october 29th

𓆩♡𓆪 HEIGHT ↳ 6'2'' (human), 7'2'' (werewolf)

𓆩♡𓆪 SPECIES ↳ human, turned into a werewolf

𓆩♡𓆪 CAREER ↳ solo song artist + actor (more so actor)

𓆩♡𓆪 AREA OF RESIDENCE ↳ lycon condos in lunaris; a high class condominium complex for the rich and famous

𓆩♡𓆪 APPEARANCE ↳ human — a muscular, pale male with unnaturally white hair; ends are usually dyed in different colors + two long strands come down at the side of his face, long at the back — golden yellow eyes that are believed to be contacts, very smug-looking — three scratch scar marks on his left jaw, consistently covered with skin tone bandages or regular bandages — high maintenance: waxes and shaves every part of his body — very smooth and clear skin — right eye hidden with hair, tells press that it's a new style he's trying — left upper canine slightly protrudes out of mouth — small bilateral gauges on earlobes ↳ partial transformation — helixes elongate to a point and more towards the top of his head — teeth and nails begin to grow sharper — sclera starts turning black, irises are even more of a yellow color — body starts contorting unusually, becoming more longer, bigger, and wolf-like — body hair begins to grow back ↳ werewolf — complete transformation of werewolf form — white fluffy fur that is soft to the touch, tail and neck fur are the fluffiest — constantly drooling and snarling — eyes are still decently human-like from the pupils — ears come straight up, like a doberman — hair dye does not stay in this form, thus why he constantly redyes it — sometimes seen stained in blood

𓆩♡𓆪 PERSONALITY ↳ sung-jae is an egotistical and prideful man, he despise criticism and false rumors when it comes to his name. he wants to be worshipped and adored by any means necessary, even if it has to come down to bribes or putting this caring, loving persona for the fans. sung-jae will be loved, he has to be, he must be.

↳ he uses his popularity to get away with many things, having this silver tongue to convince others to believe his lies and coverups. he's quite charismatic and charming when it comes to public speaking and interviews, years of being media trained can do that to a man.

↳ sung-jae is actually really idiotic in a silly way, he thinks whatever he says is right, but if listened to close enough, it's telling that he's extremely wrong about the subject at hand. if anyone calls him out about it, they're getting an earful from him for hours to come.

↳ very flirtatious, kinda comes with the job. anyone can fall under his spell, from his good looks to his smooth words. he's also super pushy because of it, urging to go on constant dates and hang-outs just to be around the one he loves. no one can say no to him, right?

↳ sung-jae is constantly teasing and joking around, to the point where it's difficult to tell whether he's being serious or not. he's also extremely touchy, playing it off as simple brushes or mistaken embrace, but his hands or any part of his body has to be on his love. he attributes this to his newfound werewolf instincts because he never was like that before, he's actually very touch-repulsed due to the fact that he thinks no one deserves it (well maybe only his love does).

↳ in his human form, sung-jae isn't a huge harming threat unless it comes to his fame/public appearance. if it ever comes to that, this man will ensure one's reputation is in complete pieces and never to be able to restored no matter how much they can try. especially if it comes to his love, he'll do it to make sure they aren't able to go outside without fear of being hurt, completely relying on him for everything.

↳ when it comes to his partial/full transformation, sung-jae is ten times more needy and possessive than usual, wanting to mark everything as his, including his love. his feelings towards his love used to be mutual understanding and slight admiration, but his werewolf instincts heightened everything to high levels of obsessive insatiability.

↳ he's mean and stuck-up as hell due to his upbringing, especially to those who refuse to like him. it comes off as passive-aggression, but he's such a high school mean girl when it comes to it; the passing snide comments that would make one doubt their self-image, the physical assault (tripping, shoulder hits) that's brushed off as accidental, the forced social isolation. it literally cannot get into his mind that not everyone is going to like him, so he's giving them a reason why and no one will ever believe them when they say that he's a jerk.

↳ sung-jae actually has very, very poor control over his werewolf form, to the point where he has to self-isolate in his condo until he controls it again. it gets worse in full moons, his thoughts being consumed with things that he'd normally rarely think about and he has to make sure no one in public sees him like this.

↳ he's extremely immature, almost like a bratty kid that's never been told no before and it shows. what sung-jae wants, sung-jae will get. due to this, it makes him rather manipulative into getting his way, his word is basically law, no?

↳ unfortunately, his stubbornness to look and be the greatest had caused him to receive the lycanthrope curse in the first place. it's his biggest scandal and shame, from the look of the beast to the amount of people he had murdered until it was finally under sorta control. if it gets out that he was the one behind those "animal" attacks, there's no telling what sung-jae would do or how he'd react to it.

↳ sung-jae is smug as all hell, making sure there's never a trail left behind him. he's confident no one will find about the murders connecting to him, but this applies to everything else as well. he'll make someone else look like the fool before he ever does.

↳ he's so uptight with ensuring that there's no wolf-like attributes and his hygiene overall that it transfers over to how he treats his loved one. sung-jae has to control everything, down to appearance to even home decor (if no living with him yet), just make sure he doesn't look bad at the end of it. it's all out of love, he promises.

𓆩♡𓆪 ABILITIES ↳ heightened senses �� everything is much more sensitive and intense to sung-jae, from noises, smells, tastes, sights. it gives his headaches sometimes from the amount of information flooding into his head. — it's much more worse in his werewolf form because it makes him crave things that aren't usually craved (ex: blood) ↳ healing factor — it's not really a fast one nor slow, but it's very excruciating and tiring to heal wounds and amputations. — this kinda makes him immune to many things: severe disease/illness, physical disabilities (broken legs/arms), bodily harm overall; scars prior to his curse stay to his misfortune. this also makes him somewhat immortal (he doesn't really know that yet). ↳ enhanced reflexes — his heightened senses play a part for this, sometimes it's beneficial and makes him look cooler — sometimes he cannot control his strength because of it, either hurting people or completely knocking the wind out of them ↳ endurance — it takes a lot to get him exhausted now, minus the healing factor — helps with his daily gym routine, probably his favorite trait ↳ night vision — not particularly helpful besides navigating around complete darkness — sometimes forgets to turn on lights when people are around

𓆩♡𓆪 BACKGROUND ↳ it's not unknown that sung-jae yun was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, his mother an all-desired model and his father a well-known actor. from the moment he was born, his life had already been planned out for him, high expectations placed on the baby's small shoulders. every bit of his life was on camera, like a reality show for all to bear witness to, every crucial little moment was there for the people behind the screens. he hated it, he always hated it because it took his parents' attentions away from him, and that's he wanted more out of every materialistic object they gave him. sung-jae wasn't fond of being well-known at first because of this, but then there started this special attention his high school classmates began to give him, the praises of teachers and staff for doing the bare minimum, passing neighbors or strangers greeting him warmly. oh, how he reveled in it. somehow, it felt way better to get this particular recognition from them than his parents, as if they saw him as some higher being. if their attention felt this good, what more if he took in more gigs to get even more of this feeling?

↳ and there he was at just barely 18, accepting various roles because of his parents' status in the industry. sung-jae found himself to be a decent actor and even better singer. acting came naturally, something he always found himself doing at a young age to please his parents. singing even more so, a little habit he had created when he was bored. he was loved, adored, more than what his parents could ever possible give him now. fans would squeal his name in complete joy at the simple image of him, sending him letters upon letters of their devoted affections for him, dedicating every single thought and penny just to win the smallest glance or greeting from him. sung-jae felt like he was on top of the world, an unstoppable force, but he wanted more, so much more. it was then 2 years later at 20, that sung-jae accepted an acting gig for a horror movie where he'd be a stranger appearing in the campsite to help the campers but at the end, he'd be the revealed killer mastermind. stupid, he thought, but accepted it anyways; fans adore masked killers these days right? it was a nighttime recording session in the nearby forest area of his new residential city, wulvesbane grove or something like that, and sung-jae was supposed to appear from within the shadows of the trees. but his cue never came and when he was searched for, he was no longer there.

↳ sung-jae was getting dragged by the back of his shirt collar, feeling branches and rocks dig into his skin as he began to regain consciousness. he started screaming and thrashing, whatever was pulling him stopped pulling and threw him onto nearby tree. he felt dizzy as he made contact with it, numbness wrapping around every part of his limbs, and he could barely spot the snarling creature standing in front of him in his spotted vision. words were forming in its maw, its voice rough and gravely with each broken syllable spoken. "can't... control... y... you... carry... c... curse."

↳ that night was the only time sung-jae had screamed his loudest for something that wasn't for an act. it lunged at him, the sharp sting of fangs deeply sinking into the neck of his flesh. he could feel the intense burn of a substance leaking into every cell of his body, the bite not even any concern at this point. whatever bit down on him finally released him, letting him crumble to the ground in a heap. then he could feel it, his bones cracking and reforming, skin stretching painfully taut and ripping open before healing over again. the process was excruciating and he felt his hand, no, claw dig into the dirt below him. he stared at the pale furred hand, raising to look at the other monster in front of him. he could feel his head agonizingly split in two as he felt senses and insatiable urges flood into it, his body finally getting up and sprinting away to get home. the transformation was complete, sung-jae had become a werewolf.

𓆩♡𓆪 OTHER INFO ↳ although it is very well-known that he has an ego, sung-jae is immensely insecure of not being loved enough. it's why he keeps on taking rather than giving because he believes that he has nothing left to give but himself. it's what people wanted from him for the longest time, so isn't that what his love wants from him too?

↳ sung-jae's voice is medium pitched, almost soft and uplifting whenever he speaks. there's occasionally a teasing tone to it and that's why he's never taken seriously with whatever strange thing he says. in reality, he sounds stern and harsh, unpleasant irritation lining every word as he speaks. he's a real bully about it too, getting off on the teary looks his love gives him with each degrading phrase.

↳ the roles that he usually is scouted for are the heartbreaker sweetheart classmate, the next door neighbor with secret feelings for the mc, the mc's bad boy best friend that's in love with her, and the cute new coworker. the horror movie was supposed to be his big break from those roles.

↳ sung-jae is the only child of his parents since he was a difficult pregnancy and they didn't want to try again for fear of the risks involved.

↳ he's really good at the piano and cello, the two instruments are usually heard in his songs.

↳ sung-jae is completely aware in what he does in his werewolf form, but every single urge he gets in it makes him lose complete control of himself. his kill count is third most out of the TVDM ocs, achelous has the least (surprisingly).

↳ the witch found him eating a person in one of his uncontrolled bouts and offered him to be one of her lackeys to help. he refused due to the fact that it meant that he would have to go into hiding and the fans' admirations of him will be ruined and disappear over time. she instead gave him a spell that prevents him from turning often like achelous, but he's genuinely so bad at using it that he still turns pretty often regardless. she thinks it's quite funny to see him struggle.

↳ he doesn't turn on full moons like a normal werewolf would, but if he does, then that's when the urges get even more crazier.

↳ sung-jae's choice of hair dye just varies on what colors he likes. his stylists are really sick of dying it every week or so.

↳ his original hair and eye color was black, his parents think that he's now in a rebellious streak with the new hair and contacts, but his fans eat it up and that's what matters.

(will continue to update this whenever i get ideas)

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archangeldyke-all · 10 months ago

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I thought of this and just need somewhere to keep it you can share if you want:

Sevika with a nail tech gf

Sevika letting her paint her nails on her human hand from time to time

Sevika eventually letting her do acrylics on her (nothing too long or two flashy)

Sevika only fighting with her mech hand whenever her nails are done

Sevika being more expressive with her hands when she does get a bit of a fancier set

Sevika getting her nails to match yours whenever you do them

Sevika getting your initial on her nail once and asking for it every time after that

Sevika beaming to let any and everyone know that her girlfriend did her nails, and yes, that's her inital on there

Yeah, I wanna do her nails for her omfg

THIS SI SSOO..... IM SOBBING.

men and minors dni

at first, she doesn't let you anywhere near her hands. she's horrified of all the little drills and scissors, and she's never been the type of person to do anything to her fingers.

but... you look so sad practicing on your little plastic fingers, so she gives in pretty fast.

it starts with just a clear top coat on top of her natural nails, that have been all cleaned up and trimmed.

and... she absolutely loves it. she can't stop looking down at her shiny, healthy looking nails all week.

so... when you ask the next week if you can add some color, she says yes.

she starts with blacks and dark purples and reds. the colors in her pallets.

but as time goes on, and you gain more and more products, she starts letting her restrictions go, lets you paint her nails whatever color you want.

sparkles in the summer, pride nails in june, french tips in winter, sometimes even fancy nail designs when you're feeling fancy.

she doesn't love all your outcomes, but she loves you so much. and she loves the hour or two the two of you set aside every weekend, her hand in yours, as you gently clip and buff and oil her fingers. she loves the sweet concentrated look you get, the pride in you eyes when you're all done, and more than everything-- she loves the kisses you press to her fingers when they're dry.

when you start learning how to do acrylics, she refuses to let you near her human hand with them. she needs her hand to fight and write and work, and she can't do anything with the extensions on.

but her mech hand? she'll let you do whatever you want to it.

can you imagine her with 2 inch acrylics hanging off her gold fingers? painted gold and copper to match her arm?

they'd make her feel sooooo fucking hot. especially when she's fighting people and she can claw the fuck outta them with her new fingernails.

she'd insist that you match her short human nails to whatever design you do on her acrylics.

half the time, she can be found gently gazing down at her fingernails, a small smile on her face.

she becomes so high maintenance about them. the second she gets a chip or looses an acrylic, she's coming home to you with a big pout, begging you to fix them up, or better yet, give her a fresh new set.

she'll start coming home with crazy ideas about her nails she wants you to try. "do you think you could encapsulate some glitter so it can move around freely inside the nail?" or "you should drill a hole through the tip so we can add some charms dangling off." she's adorable.

she starts making you do her toes too. she keeps those more simple, just black or white or a basic color matching the base of whatever design you'd done on her fingers.

she talks with her hands now, all the fucking time. she was never that expressive when she spoke, but now she emphasizes everything with a wave of her pretty nails. people can tell when she's pissed because she starts drumming her acrylics on the nearest flat surface-- many goons have pissed themselves at the sound of the acrylics slowly tapping a table as they try to explain their latest mistake to her.

and every single time someone compliments her nails, sevika grins and starts gushing about her incredibly talented girlfriend, pulling your card out of her back pocket and forcing it on the poor person who was just trying to give her a compliment.

also the initial thing?? yeah, she never considers a manicure complete until she's got your initial or signature carefully painted on her pinkies.

i am so in love with her

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vibratingskull · 22 hours ago

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You just wowed me with your sub!Thrawn ma'am .

May I ask for another sub story?

How about that reader has him in cock cage for a long time she takes it off but doesn't indulge him yet she have put on his uniform and go to work. She tease him all through his shift until he can't help but come in his trousers .

Later, she calls him a good boy and rides his face.

Yes, I have a filthy mind.

ifjdfhigubfgboghguyr SUB THRAWN MY BELOVED!!!!!

₊ ˙ ⊹ .Thrawn x F!reader₊ ˙ ⊹ .

Tags : SubThrawn, penis cage, sextoy, humping, face sitting, oral (F receiving), tension, Thrawn is almost a brat, almost ❤️

You turn the key.

*click*

Thrawn tenses for a split second before letting out a pleased sigh and relaxing. You look up to him with a smile, fully taking off his penis cage off his member. With his head thrown backward and deep breaths, he seems relieved to have it off.

“Was it painful?” You ask a bit worried.

The cage is a tad too small for his member’s size but he never complained so you thought it was good for him.

“Not at all...” He exhales deeply, enjoying his newfound freedom, his large hands on the armchair, solidly cuffed, “But the sensations when the compression stops are just so... Deep.”

You peck the tip of his nose, gently massaging his member to encourage the blood to flow correctly. He immediately hisses and tenses back, a gasp escaping his tempting lips.

“You are really sensitive, ch’acah.” You note with a touch of amusement.

He rolls his shoulders, trying to find his footing as his dormant member slowly awakens back. You can already feel it hardening in the palm of your hand at your gentle caress. He lasted 9 full months, without counting the times you unlocked him for hygienic maintenance of course, but he seemed ready to push further. He does have impressive stamina after all.

But he doesn’t appear displeased to be out either.

You kneel between his divided legs and ogle his impressive member with hungry eyes. Thrawn looks down at you with pleading eyes, so deep in subspace. His face is stern and perfectly controlled but his eyes are begging for your touch and attention.

The only other indication of his desperation is his deep breaths, moving his chest up and down, which seems to worsen when you teasingly approach your lips to his cock. You look into his eyes and provokingly lick your lips with a grin. His nails dig into the leather of the chair and he repositions himself slightly in preparation for what is to come.

He is always so sensitive after you release him from his cage, his nerve endings awakening pleasantly in his shaft as you take him in your mouth to bring him to his knees, in utter desperation for an orgasm. Those long months of compression finally melt in your mouth’s warmth and delicious sensations.

You absolutely love to suck him off after taking the cage off, with him restrained in some way, biting into his gag bar, rending absolutely feral as you impose on him your own pace, leading his pleasure by your whims.

Only you have the power to push him to completion.

Or not...

This is for you to decide.

You see him gulp as your lips are mere centimeters from his needy flesh, expectation rising in his veins.

“I have something for you, my sweet.” You say innocently with a bright smile.

You reach for your pocket and take out a cylinder of very flexible material in a flashy pink color. He raises an eyebrow.

“A condom? This is good forethinking, we should incorporate it more often in our games.” He says with his on-brand dry humor.

You chuckle.

Of course, you always use condoms, you are not irresponsible people.

“This, my dear, is not a condom.” You explain,

You take his member and put it on, not only does it look like a condom, but it is also put on the same way!

“This is a toy. Look! It even has fun colors.” You poke the tip and it lights up with plenty of very little LED lights blinking on and off.

Now his cock looks like a christmas tree.

“Absolutely charming.” He responds with his usual detachment.

You look at him cheekily.

He has absolutely no idea what you have planned for him.

You take your comlink and open an app, changing the light colors.

“I like the green one, don’t you?” You mock.

He deeply inhales, his patience starting to run thin. You lower your head a leave a big kiss on his hard member.

“All right, that’s all very well but we have to go to the bridge now!” You just say, uncuffing him.

He looks at you with the closest of a chocked expression he ever had.

“What do you mean?” He asks, absolutely baffled.

“I mean t: It is time for us to go to work, Grand Admiral. Did you see the time? Come on!”

You take the handcuffs away and start passing on your uniform and putting your hair in the reglementary military bun while he remains seated in the leather armchair, still.

“You are going to leave me... in this state?” He demands.

You turn your head to him and shoot him a big smile.

Are you really going to leave him to go on the bridge painfully hard and needy?

Yes.

“You have a cramped agenda, Grand Admiral, I cannot possibly monopolize more of your precious time with a clear conscience.”

He remains frozen, looking at you in disbelief for a split second before getting a hold of himself. His turmoil disappears to leave the place to the usual cold and stern mask, recovering his full haughtiness. He stands up elegantly, flattening his disheveled hair back.

He looks at you with contempt.

“Of course, Captain. Duty calls for us.”

Oh he is so pissed!

You can tell it, it is something in his aura, the slight flexion of his throat muscles, the light venom in the tone...

You initiated this session this morning, and have been massaging his thick body, grinding yourself against his groin, or painting motifs on his vibrant blue skin with colorful paint while peppering sweet kisses on his lips, and when you pushed him into this armchair to take off the cage and teased him, his imagination must have started to run wild with all the pleasure you could give him.

Only for you to cockblock him last second.

That would frustrate anyone, even Thrawn, especially after all the time it took him to sexually open up to you. All the trust he needed to be naked and vulnerable in front of someone else...

And now you are denying him so cruelly?

Sometimes he ponders if it was a good idea to let you lead your sex life.

But you always make it up to him, reminding him why you are so good at that. And he always ends up reveling in pleasure, deep in subspace, a slave under your touch.

“I am sure a good cold shower will help!” you simply respond, kissing his cheek.

He sighs and heads to the bathroom.

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This meeting is so fucking boring, to be honest.

You are sitting in Thrawn’s office, listening to Lyste about the latest mission, with Agent Kallus and Admiral Konstantine all around the desk, Thrawn sitting imperially, presiding the session.

You are listening to Lieutenant Lyste ranting about how he applied the orders to the letters, and how he worked really well and hard, and what a good boy he is!

Okay... That isn’t true.

But you cannot help but roll your eyes at his will to paint a shiny portrait in front of Thrawn. Like this is going to get him somewhere. If you really work well and efficiently, Thrawn will notice it, no need to be licking his boots like a puppy!

You slightly turn your head to agent Kallus who is as blasé as you are, looking back at you with ‘when is he going to shut up?’ spelled in his eyes. You shrug. Thrawn has way more patience, listening to the lieutenant with his hands folded before his mouth, gaze straight and fixed on the junior officer.

“This will be all, Lieutenant. I have the picture.” He FINALLY raises his hand to make him shut up.

Thank the Maker!

Lyste seems disappointed to have been cut off by his idol but obeys. You refocus on your husband taking the floor. His morning frustration is long gone, he has recovered his unsinkable persona and attitude. And his signature cold, detached, aloof mask.

Mask that you absolutely adore witnessing crumbling between your expert hands.

And you have just the thing for that.

You take your comlink out discreetly and reopen the app. You slide the heat setting up and await it to take effect.

Thrawn is talking assuredly of the situation and after a minute or so he stammers over a word. Very unlike him. He clears his throat and resumes his speech with impeccable confidence so easily nobody noticed anything.

But you saw it.

Thrawn burning gaze slides to you as he realizes what the toy is doing, looking for confirmation.

Really?

Now?

In front of them?

You gently smile in response, pretending to be fully focused on his speech while your mind is already picturing all you could do to him. He seems to roll his eyes at you discreetly, refocusing on the discussion at hand. You listen intently, focusing on his voice inflections and the tension of his throat muscles.

He has everything under control. For now...

You slide your finger up again, innocently smiling. His gaze travels to you again, a subtle warning shining in his enthralling red eyes. You bat your eyes at him in response.

He lets out a single tired short sigh as the toy heats up to pussy warmth. Usually, that would not be enough to make him fumble and he holds on very well, you will admit that.

But he spent nine entire months without any stimulation of any kind and you know your lovely Chiss...

He slouches to the back of his chair and seems to roll his shoulders while keeping his voice perfectly stable and assured like you know him for. These are those little signs that you love noticing when he starts slipping. No other person knows him well enough to realize the nature of his discomfort or simply notice the signs.

You type on the app and perk up your ear discreetly. Sure enough, a very low, very subtle sound of a little motor starts, and Thrawn immediately puts his hands under the desk either to palp his groin for relief or to dig his nails in his pants’ fabric in a desperate soothing attempt.

You chose that toy for its discretion but if a moment of silence takes place at any moment, everyone will hear, and given the hardened expression of Thrawn, he is keenly aware of that fact. You ponder, should you accelerate the toy again or be nice and merciful and leave the torture at that level?

But where is the fun in that?

You’re about to turn up the setting when Thrawn catches you and very slowly, very subtly shakes his head at you. You tilt your head with a wink and slide your finger up.

He immediately closes his eyes with a hiss.

“Grand Admiral?” Admiral Konstantine asks, “Are you all right?”

“This is nothing, just a phantom pain after intense training.” Thrawn sternly responds, reopening his eyes.

“Do you need help to go to the Medbay?” Lyste immediately stands up, ready to throw himself at Thrawn’s side to support him.

You refrain from a snigger and for a split second, you think Thrawn will just bluntly ask him if he is a stupid idiot. But Thrawn’s face melts into a perfectly mastered expression of calmness and peaceful reassurance.

“No, Lieutenant Lyste. There is no need, but I thank you for your concerns. I think I have everything I need to refine my next campaign, you may all go.” He very politely answers, with a very tight smile, gesturing them delicately to the door.

They all stand up and lightly bow their head to the Chiss and you observe them exiting the room calmly, discussing the next operation.

“You may go, Commander.” Thrawn placidly informs you, “We are done here.”

You turn back to him, grinning.

“Are we really?” You tease.

“Absolutely.” He takes his datapad and starts working, focusing on the files while the sounds of the little motor resonate in the confined office.

You slide the setting up again with a mischievous pleasure. His throat muscles contract but he keeps his expression in check.

“I am sure I can still be of use...” You stand up and skirt the desk to join him.

“I do not see how. You may regain your post, we will enter hyperspace in 15 minutes.” His eyes remain on the screen.

“Oh, I do not need 15 minutes with you.” You sit on his desk, crossing your legs seductively.

He looks up at you, gauging you up and down in silence, and turns back to his screen, blatantly ignoring you. Your hand comes caressing his cheek, making him tilt his head back to you.

“Are you mad, Ch’acah?”

“I do not see why I would be mad. At least not yet.” He responds, almost uninterested.

“Then you will not mind kissing me goodbye before I go?” You coo.

He sighs and spins his chair toward you, and before he can stand up to reach your lips you sit on his lap, applying pressure on his cock.

“This is not the time to-” He hisses, but you press a finger on his lips, shushing him.

“Shhhhhhhhhhh... Why do you want to throw me out? We can remain a little bit together, this is so rare.”

He growls, his fiery rubies glowing with warnings.

“I know when my big boy needs some attention.” You coo, “I was mean this morning and I want to make it up to you.” You peck his lips.

“It can wait that we come back to our quarters tonight.” He objects sternly.

“No, actually it cannot.”

And you wrap your arms around his neck, nudging against his large chest to tenderly kiss his luscious lips. You seductively moan as your lips touch and dance in a sensual embrace, and if Thrawn is too thick-headed to submit during shift hours, he never can say no to a gentle kiss. As cold and detached as he is, he cannot refuse the simple tenderness and warmth of a tender kiss. And you never refused him one.

You love them too much yourself.

His hands come to hold the back of your head and your back softly, like you could break in his grip. You lick his lips and he opens his mouth for you to enter with your tongue to hug and dance with his and a low purr that you adore starts in your Chiss chest. You giggle wholeheartedly at that, you absolutely cannot refuse him anything when that soft sound starts.

In those moments you want to spoil him rotten, to give him so much until his red eyes roll inside his head and his back arches dramatically under your touch.

You just love spoiling your big boy, your handsome Ch’acah.

Whether he likes it or not...

You sneakily slide the setting to the max and force your ass down his against his clothed member. He instantly bites down your lips with a growl, his embrace immediately releasing you to dig into the arms of the chair.

You lick the pearl of blood off your lips with a pleased snigger as his chest rises up and down against your breast. You start grinding your hips against his while the motor sound is now unmistakable. You can feel the vibrations of the toy on your clothed pussy with how pressed it is.

Far from unpleasant.

“Stop that.” He hisses.

“Mmmmmmh. No, I don’t think so, Ch’acah.” You peck his lips pressed in a thin line.

You switch the vibrations to another setting. This one mimics a handjob by applying pressure up and down the member at a steady pace.

Pace that you decide. And you know what pace forces your Chiss on his knees.

Thrawn gasps and throws his head backward exposing his stunning thick neck that you hasten to kiss and lick. He is so hot and warm and the stimulation worsens it even more.

You rock your hips back and forth and then up and down, getting your own pleasure while Thrawn slowly loses his sanity. 9 months in his penis cage rendered him into a rabid animal in dire straits, and you fully take advantage of it.

“Please...” He huffs between gritted teeth, “Please...”

“Please what, my sweet? What do you want?” You coo, kissing the length of his muscular blue neck, unbuttoning his collar for better access, “You want me to stop?”

Thrawn gasps and whines at your words and you lick his exposed throat with a growl of satisfaction.

“What my sweet?” You tease, “I am not you: I do not read people’s minds. Tell me what you want, Ch’eo Ch’acah.”

He growls and moans at the same time and his hands release the arms of the chair to grip your hips and force them back down his swollen member hard. His grip is so tight it is painful but you love it.

“Please... I beg of you... Ch’acah, please, Ma’am...” His skin starts to glisten with sweat and he tastes salty on your tongue.

“Mhm? Speak my love.” You peck his apple as he starts rutting his hips with yours, desperate for stimulation and friction to carry him to orgasm.

A cherished orgasm, desired for 9 whole months...

“Please...”

“Yes, my sweet, yes. Tell me. I am all ears, I am hanging on your words.” You invite sadistically.

“I need to cum, please Ma’am...”

You grin, and without warning, you bite down his perfect neck and the results are not long coming.

You feel him instantly tensing up, every one of his powerful muscles contracting as one as he lets out a long pleased gasp as a single shudder crosses his entire massive body...

You lick and kiss the bite as he slowly relaxes in your arms, slouching completely in his chair, gasping for air as you feel a wet spot spreading under you.

This is the first time you made him cum in his pristine, precious Grand Admiral uniform. Took some time.

He slightly reopens his shining red eyes, a lonely drop of sweat rolling on the side of his divine face, his lips barely parted to breathe, diving into your human gaze.

“Very good, Big boy.” You boop his nose, smiling warmly at him, “I love you so much.”

“I...” He breathes, straightening his posture back, recovering his haughty demeanor, “I could punish you for that, Commander.”

“For making you cum?” You tilt your head with a mischievous grin, “After you begged me for it?”

He frowns at you but relaxes rapidly in front of your pleased expression, sighing in resignation but a tight smile comes illuminating his beautiful face. His hand cups your cheek, brushing your skin with his thumb.

“You will be my death, one day, (Y/n)...”

You giggle and kiss the tip of his nose.

“I am your lifeline, you mean.”

He hums, as his purr gets louder, pressing his forehead against yours. You take his two cheeks in your own palms and peck his gorgeous face all over: his cheekbones, his temples, his chin, his forehead bumps, his eyelids, his nose...

Muah! Muah! Muah! Muah!

You press your mouths together for a final soft kiss that he eagerly gives back and even seems to follow you when you part from him with a chuckle.

“All right, Grand Admiral. Duty calls for us.”

“Indeed.” Thrawn rebuttons his collar and slicks his hair back as he stands up, “I first need to change.”

You pout, pursing your lips.

“Can’t you keep those clothes on?” You simper.

He considers you sternly before a single chuckle shakes his shoulders. He leans forward to kiss your cheek with a short purr.

“Do not push it, Ch’acah. You know the limits.”

You sniff but quickly recover your smug grin, dramatically looking at your chrono.

“As predicted, Grand Admiral: less than 15 minutes.”

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You make your spine pop satisfyingly with a moan.

Your shift ended an hour ago but you did some overtime on your bed with your datapad, some file treatment that you promised Commodore Faro to help with. That’s when Thrawn decides to enter your quarters, his shift ended at last.

He lets out a single sigh, combing his luscious strands with his fingers as he heads to the dresser to take off his jacket.

“Hard day?” You inquire softly, “I was about to take my shower, but you can go first if yo-” You have no time to finish your sentence, Thrawn lowers himself to capture your lips in a breathtaking kiss that leaves you dizzy.

“I want to do something before we shower, (Y/n)...” He whispers in your ear before biting it gently.

You giggle as his hands snake their way around your back to hug you tight. He spins as he falls on the bad, pulling you on top of him, where he loves you to be. You cannot help but burst out laughing in his arms, hugging him back hard, letting him explore your neck.

“And what do you might want, Grand Admiral? After such a long day you still have energy to spare?”

He purrs, pecking your neck endlessly up and down.

“I always keep energy for you.” He slightly growls, “After 9 months, I have so much to give you... Please, Ma’am.”

You give him a side eye.

That last two words where almost whined

Almost...

You part from him, sitting on his toned stomach to detail him from all your height. His hands come to grab your thighs, caressing them up and down gently. You look into each other eyes, entranced by your lover.

His shining eyes are feverish, dark, and glimmer of that particular sparkle when he enters subspace and is ready to submit.

“What do you want, handsome?” You boop his nose with a grin.

“I want you. I want you shuddering and trembling against my lips. I want you to suffocate me with your pussy. I want to pass out between your thighs... Please, Ma’am.”

“Hum.” You sniff, “I don’t know... You changed your clothes when I asked you to keep the former ones.” You sadistically refuse, crossing your arms over your breast.

“Ma’am, you know some things are simply not possible.” He negotiates with a slight edge to his voice.

“No. You refused to access my demand, why should I access yours, big boy?” You gently move backward to sit on his loin, pressing it down as you tilt left and right.

“Please, Ma’am... I have been good for 9 months, you forced me to watch you play with yourself in my cage without letting me touch you... You tortured me endlessly. This is the only thing I ask for...”

You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“I am the one to decide who deserves what in those sheets...” You hammer home.

Thrawn frowns but remains silent, gulping as his hands slightly squeeze your thighs in his growing frustration.

“But...” You dramatically say, raising your finger, “You make a point. I did torture you for 9 months and you proved yourself obedient and resilient.” You mercifully admit.

He deeply breath, awaiting your sentence as you pretend to think about it, your chin between two fingers, hovering over your dear Ch’acah.

You sweet Chiss that accept to submit to you against all odds.

You unsinkable Grand Admiral who revealed himself to be a submissive junkie, although he tried very, very hard to hide it from you.

And from himself, honestly...

“All right.” You judge with a regal voice, “You fairly earned this one.”

His breathing deepens as he licks his lips in anticipation. You boop his nose with a smile and get off the bed to retrieve his favorite handcuff while he positions himself comfortably on his large double bed.

“Please, Ma’am. No handcuff tonight.”

You look at him with surprise, the cuff already in your hand.

“But you love to be tied up usually?”

“I want to hold you tight against my mouth, Ma’am. Please.”

Your gaze travels back to the cuff in your palm and you shrug, putting them back. You start to take off your uniform’s pants when Thrawn asks for something else.

“Please Ma’am, would you please wear your red babydoll? I adore this one, it is such a good look on you.” He pleads.

You consider him, raising your eyebrow again.

“You are really demanding tonight.” You falsely chastise.

“Please, Ma’am. For me...”

You are absolutely baffled!

Does he really think he can ask and demand anything he wants with those puppy eyes and soft, deep voice and you will say yes to everything?

Well he’s right!

You cannot say no to him when he has this sparkle in his eyes and that devotee’s voice.

You shake your head as you take the babydoll in the dresser and enter the bathroom to change.

You reappear, striking a pose as you lean against the doorframe.

“Hey, you...” You whisper seductively.

Thrawn made a quick work of his boots and opened his pants, sliding his hand over the tight boxer, getting tighter and tighter by the second as he admires you. He deeply breathes as he observes you up and down in that transparent red apparel.

A feast for his eyes only.

He never departs from his detached and cold expression, but his eyes shine so brightly you could turn off the lights and you would see as bright as day!

You make your way to the bed, swaying your hips, and crawl on all fours toward your blue lover with a satisfied laugh. You hover over him, hands on each side of his gorgeous head, gauging him, letting the tension rise deliciously.

“Are you ready, Ch’acah?” You ask softly, caressing the side of his face with your knuckles fondly.

He grabs your hand tight to kiss your palm reverently before brushing his cheek with it, a deep purr emanating from the depths of his large chest.

“I am...” He eagerly comfirms.

“All right. Make yourself comfortable, big boy, I have high expectations for you.”

“Did I ever disappoint you, Ma’am?” He bites back, making himself comfortable among the numerous pillows.

You tut him not to get an attitude with you and place your legs on each side of his head, moving your hips left to right slowly. When he raises his head to close the gap you raise your hips to deny him.

He immediately growls his displeasure but knows better than to grab your hips to force them down. Instead, he just looks at you, frowning.

“A problem?” You smile smuggly.

He keeps growling but kisses your leg on his left, his ardent gaze never leaving yours.

“Better.” You sentence.

You resume the swaying of your hips over his head, taunting him as you hold onto the bedframe for support.

“Ma’am...” He presses, “Please.”

“Beg a little more, Big boy.” You muse, amused.

“Please, Ma’am. It plagues my mind since you refused to let me touch you in my cage...”

You look down at him, still swaying. You want to continue his torture, but to be honest, you are missing his expert lips on your cunt.

He does it just so well that you do not know where or when he refined his technique to eat pussies like that! He told you he simply follows his instincts and desires but can a natural be that good without former experiences?

Apparently, Thrawn is.

You slowly go down and Thrawn immediately raises his head up to dive his nose in your pubes to deeply inhale your sexual musk deep into his lungs.

“Impatient are you?” You taunt.

For sole response he gently kisses your pussylips loudly, insolently looking at you. You hum in response as he lays back down, his hands gently gripping your hips to guide them toward his eager mouth. He resumes the delicate kisses like he is a devotee kissing a holy relic. You feel his warm lips dancing on your sensitive naked pussy and his purr drops a new octave, thoroughly pleased to have his treat at long last, eyes closed to savor the moment.

You stopped your hips low enough to have your cunt on his mouth and high enough to not fully sit on him not to cause any pain, so you are in a somewhat painful middle for your legs’ muscles. Thrawn reopens his eyes in a flash, raising an eyebrow at you.

You do not have time to explain he forces your hips down harshly, making you yelp in surprise.

You are now fully sitting on his face with all your weight. You try to raise back up a bit for his comfort but his purr stops instantly for a pissed-off growl.

“Arf! I do it for you, Ch’acah!” You explain, frustrated.

He digs his nails in your tender flesh, his eyes flashing you a warning.

He will use force to have you suffocate him if he has to.

You roll your eyes and let him do it, he will regret it soon enough!

He leaves a final kiss on your pussylips, making you giggle, to his pleasure, and the tip of his tongue traces your entire slit, making you jolt.

After 9 months, his tongue feels like a first time again.

He repeats his feat three times before taking a big lap with the flat of his tongue and a deep moan on his part. You gasp with a tremor and his hands release your hips to take a handful of your naked thighs, gripping them hard to keep you in place.

He laps your cunt conscientiously, grunting and purring loudly, unashamedly professing his pleasure and amusement while he focuses on your quivering pussy. His thumbs gently brush the flesh of your thighs as he laves at you up and down with his usual care and you catch glimpses of his long white fangs from time to time, sending shivers down your spine.

Your folds are now completely coated with his saliva and you feel your wetness ready to spill out of your pussy at any second under his care now...

He kisses your slit again and directs his focus higher, to your clit that started to swell up with arousal. He kisses loudly it too and lets out a deep satisfied sigh when he makes it roll between his lips like a lollipop, like a candy he could not stop thinking about.

He hums, eyes closed as you throw your head back with a gasp, your nails digging into the bedframe as you feel shockwaves of pleasure stronger and stronger coursing your sex, your blood beating furiously, softening your inner muscles like a fluffy pillow. He twists your pearl expertly between his luscious lips, earning a mewl from you and you feel his tongue coming to titillate your bundle of nerve.

“Oh, frost... Maker!” You curse, feeling your leg muscles starting to tremble.

He flicks his tongue left and right at high speed, and then sucks loudly on it, working you up like knows so well. Now you can feel your essence dripping out of you lazily, starting to roll on Thrawn’s jaw and throat. He immediately lowers himself back to suck it all out of you like he was drinking some fine wine.

You can hear him gulping down your slick, purring with joy as he looks back at you like he dared you to stop him. You feel your head spinning and your legs trembling dramatically under all his attention.

He licks his lips with a satiated growl before returning to your clit again and resuming his actions, faster, harsher, more furious, and desperate, stimulating your pearl like his life depends on it. You cannot help but shout his name in surprise at this new pace.

Your nice and gentle Chiss let place to a voracious animal that feasts on your pleasure, robbing you of your dignity with each yelp and moan he can get out of you in his furious quest.

Your entire body shudders, sweat rolls on your temple and back while your essence drips again, soiling his perfect jaw more. You can feel your little clit swelling up even more, pulsating hard under such attention and care.

Your breath becomes shallow and short as pleasure starts to boil in your veins, ready to explode like lava at any second now. Your inner muscles gorge themself with blood, shivering with delight, tensing and relaxing repeatedly at the entire mercy of Thrawn’s will that keeps you down with strength.

Thrawn doesn’t break eye contact with you, his rubies are like burning flames with pride and haughtiness, but behind that, you can see hope and desperation lying deep.

He wants you to enjoy yourself, to use him for your pleasure.

He wants you to cum.

He needs you to cum!

This is pride, his only fancy... Making his Ch’acah cum.

He gives a final, fated twist at your pearl and you come undone in his hands. You cry his name and squirt violently in his eager, wide-open mouth.

Your eyes are blinded by a bright white light and your back arches so dramatically you simply fall back on his legs, your pussy still quivering from the orgasm that slowly dissolves into your nerve endings like a warm open fire.

Your head spins so much you have to close your eyes and dig your nails into the sheets to ground yourself. Thrawn moves under you and when you slide open an eye he is lowering himself to capture your trembling lips again.

You gulp as his tongue gently invades your mouth to hug yours, begging for any tenderness you would accept to bestow unto him. His purr rises higher even, making his chest vibrate against your breast, his arms circling your back and shoulders in a gentle embrace. You can taste yourself on his tongue and the smell of sex and sweat fills the entire bedroom, proof of your sins.

“Thank you, Ma’am.” He finally whispers, parting your mouths, “I really needed this.” and he dives his nose into the crook of your neck, nudging himself against you.

You pant deeply, but in your daze manage to caress his hair tenderly. His hug tightens more at your touch and he brushes his nose on your skin, purring loudly like a big cat.

“You... You are welcome, Big boy...” You pant, “Taking care of you is my job.” You tiredly respond.

You start to feel him humping his clothed groin against your gaping, sore pussy as he pecks all over your face enthusiastically.

“I want more, Ma’am.” He kisses your eyelids, nose, cheek, and forehead, “I need more. Please, Ch’acah... I am begging on my knees.”

“I... I need a moment first, all right, Big boy? Just a moment...” You gulp with a dry throat.

Maybe sexually frustrating him for 9 months was a miscalculation on your part...

Maybe you bit more than you could chew.

“I will run us a warm bath for you to relax in my arms. And after...” His head looms over yours like an omen, “I will thoroughly devote myself to you for the entire night...”

@bluechiss @justanothersadperson93 @thrawnspetgoose @Thrawnalani @twilekchiss @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @obbicrystaleo@empresskrennic @davesrightshoe @elise2174 @Holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni @Janjtje

#thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #thrawn x y/n #thrawn x you #thrawn x reader #thrawn x f!reader #thrawn smut #vibratingskull

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evillemons · 8 months ago

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WHAT A RELATIONSHIP WITH HOSEOK WOULD BE LIKE (j-hope pt. 2)

~ based on his ideal type as described in part 1, continued into part 3. Masterlist here.

How precious is he in these pictures? I could die.

• Their relationship would be the “love at first sight” type, where he would fall for her the first time he meets her.

• He would be super flirty and charming with her, making her a little red in the cheeks.

• His laugh would instantly make her laugh, not because anything is particularly funny, but because it’s so contagious.

• When the one of them is stressed or sad, the other would feel the same. Sweet empathetic souls.

• I don’t see them as the romantic types necessarily, but they both have so much love to give to each other and would be incredibly caring.

• Frivolous shopping as their main hobby, of course.

• She would pack snacks for him and the other members to have during practice.

• I feel like they would move in together quickly. Not that she’s not capable of taking care of herself, but in terms of practicality they would be able to save money, cook and eat together without having to travel, they can take care of each other when sick etc.

• Their apartment would be cozy, warm, and inviting. I can see them with a tiny little low-maintenance pet like a hamster (to which they would be excessively attached to and in complete emotional shambles when it dies).

• How cute would it be if they took a couples dance class together? (Although knowing j-hope he would be lowkey judgmental of her lol).

• They could have a lot of makeshift dates at home, too. Having a fancy meal, followed by an outdoor movie on a picnic blanket underneath fairy lights.

• Would paint each others' nails.

• Hoseok is so goofy and theatrical, but I believe he can also be straightforward and serious when he needs to be. They would enjoy the highs, but also have the ability to battle the lows together.

• Although I see them both as agreeable and non-argumentative, I imagine Hoseok would want to be “in charge” and protective of her.

• I’m not sure where they would fall on the spectrum of revealing their relationship to the public. I’m leaning towards less likely, as he would want to maximize her safety and privacy (especially if she has a civil service type job).

• Despite their highly different lifestyles and experiences, I do see their relationship as relatively “normal” and uninfluenced by his status.

• Alongside Yoongi, I see them having the healthiest and most wholesome relationship out of the members.

#bts #bts jhope #j hope bts #jung hoseok #jhope #hoseok x oc #hoseok x reader #hoseok relationship #hoseok #jhope x oc #jhope x reader #jhope boyfriend #hobi #bts hobi #hoseok boyfriend #jhope imagine #hoseok imagine #bts headcanons #hoseok headcanons

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electronicwitchcollection · 1 year ago

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What people in bleach do you headcannon as sugar daddy/mommy?

I. Love. This. Ask! After careful deliberation, I’ve decided on the top three!

Shunsui

If this man doesn’t just scream “sugar daddy” 😫

-Sugardaddy/baby arrangement is perfect for this man, all the perks and benefits of a relationship, romance, intimacy, and companionship without any of the commitment or responsibilities. -Has a huge fortune, what better way to spend it than to lavish you with gifts?. -Gives an allowance as well as gifting you pretty things you’ve mentioned in passing. -Loves to buy you lingerie, anything he can rip off you later -While he will take you out for meals and drinks, he prefers your company at home; somewhere private and relaxing where he can spoil you with his attention. -Hearing you call him Daddy turns him on beyond belief. -While it started as a way to get sexual gratification, Shunsui learned to appreciate your presence, and would sometimes just ask you to come over to spend time together in his garden, where he would lay his head on your lap as you run your fingers through his hair. -Jushiro knows of your arrangement and is very sweet to you when you meet. -He is very easy going and charming, he made it easy to get into the arrangement without any awkwardness. -Likes to see you around three times a week, more if he can. -when he’s called away for work, he’ll arrange flowers and chocolates to be delivered to you.

Aizen

-I think this is the only type of relationship his lordship would adhere to. -It helps him to feel superior, having you dependant on him. -He will have a list of rules for when you are in contract with him, such as no excessive alcohol, no public scenes, no other men can grace your bed -As well as an allowance, Aizen will pay for weakly maintenance, nails, hair ect. You need to always be looking your absolute best, so to fit in with his perfect image. -He enjoys taking you shopping, to only the finest high end stores. He will dress you in the finest silks, custom made to hug your figure flawlessly. -Will take you to the most expensive restaurants, in your beautiful dresses. He enjoys introducing you to the finer food and drink, showing off his impeccable taste and ability to indulge in such luxury -Is always a gentleman, will pull out chairs and open doors. -Likes to have intellectual conversations over dinner, doesn’t care much for personal tidbits and getting to know you on a deeper level. -In the bedroom he requests you call him Aizen sama, his name is the greatest of turn ons, he is far above the title of “daddy”

Daddy Isshin

-I think Isshin got into the sugar daddy/baby life when his sexual urges became too much. -Urahara recommended it one drunken night as a joke (was insanely curious and a little jealous when he heard he got himself a sugar baby, but wouldn’t pay for one himself 😂) -He felt like this was the only way to get the gratification he sought, while also not betraying his wife. -His body had needs, but his heart would always belong to her. -I think after the first few awkward meetings, Isshin discovered he was MADE for these arrangements. -Isshin as a sugar daddy would be fun. Dates would include dancing, concerts, cinema, festivals. He would come alive in your company, being funny and charming, proudly showing you off on his arm. -You would go to quaint little cafes where you could have engaging conversations. -Isshin would pay for everything, including an allowance you would get per meet. -He wouldn’t ask you to look a certain way or wear anything special if you didn’t want to, but will happily gift you spa days or pay to get your hair done if you were to mention it. -Always brings you flowers. Bought you a teddy bear with a little doctors outfit. -He would see you often, especially as his children got older and he spent more time at home alone. -Out of respect for his wife and to keep his children blissfully unaware of his social life, Isshin would pay for hotel rooms or spend the night at your home. -He doesn’t like being called daddy, reminding him too much of his young girls. He LOVES however, when you call him doctor. -Sex is just as fun. He enjoys role playing (doctor/patient is a favourite. As well as collage professor/collage student) he’ll crack dirty innuendos to get you laughing, tickle fights often lead to foreplay.

#Bleach #bleach headcanons #bleach fandom #isshin kurosaki #shunsui kyoraku #aizen sousuke #daddy shunsui #daddy isshin #Daddy Aizen #bleach fanfiction #Asks

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bootleg-sara · 2 months ago

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Random fuck miitopia job head cannons GO

(Under a read more because it’s really long)

- Most people are born into their jobs. “Jobs” are magical and often affect the person’s anatomy in some way. Under normal circumstances, people cannot change their jobs either. There’s more magical jobs available than what’s shown in game

- You don’t need to have parents who have these magic jobs to be born with one. It seems to be almost random in how the world chooses who has a job and who doesn’t. Vise versa, people who have magic jobs can give birth to a jobless child

- They are called Jobs because the job holders of miitopia didn’t want non-magic users to feel left out. Miis with magic jobs do hold special privileges as well as extra responsibilities.

- There’s charms of each job that can give its job to anyone who wears it. But you do need to wear it for it to work, as you’ll lose your job while it’s off

- The “Dark Lord” is technically a job of itself. The job proper is called Face Stealer. People who became dark lords after wearing the charm was due to the curse that was stuck with the charm, not the job itself. No one is born with this job naturally, the charm being made centuries ago from a long forgotten deity. Their main weapons are special coins that hold faces. They have the capability to both make incomplete monsters and clones of themselves

- It’s been theorized that jobs were originally created by deities long ago to combat the Face Stealer charm. This theory is largely unproven and has fallen out of most modern thoughts due to how long ago a Face Stealer had any prevalence in culture

- Cat jobs aren’t completely cats, but have many cat-like physical qualities. And the amount that shows on a person varies. The cat charm gives tends to give the user a bit less of these physical traits than those born into it. But all cat job holders do have very hairy bodies (some cover the body more like body hair would, while others have hair all over), cat ears, whiskers, and sharp nails. The cat suits that are bought are to help either cover the hair or add more to help the person be more in-tune with their job. The claws are weapons you can wear above their natural claws to improve their performance

- Mage jobs do have a school to help train new upcoming mages. Mages are considered to be one of the dangerous jobs and thus a community of well-known mages made a school to help teach control so young mages don’t accidentally hurt people or themselves. Most mage magic is based in fire and electricity, drawing from earth’s natural power. Most mages do have their own unique spells, but these are considerably weaker than their main stays.

- Vampires can drink blood to heal themselves, but most prefer not to. They usually love acidic foods like tomato juice and blood doesn’t really satisfy that desire. Their teetering between death and life have left many confused as to what vampires truly are. But vampires can die for good and many die of old age (even if their old age is older than an average person). Their “revival” skill helps them get up from being knocked out more quickly, not from being dead. They are not affected of garlic and crosses. Many vampires love a good garlic bread!

- Tanks have the most separated anatomy from a normal human. With a body that has mechanical parts within them. Which leaves them much more durable but also very slow. Their ammo is still connected to a magic system, but they can change their ammo via magically enhanced weapons. Their wheels fold up next to the legs when not in use. Their canon can be replaced, though it must be done rather carefully for underneath that shell is the tanks actual body. Typically only other tanks, scientists, or jobless people who are trained in bio mechanics can do maintenance and body swaps on tanks. Making their armor upgrades the most tedious of the jobs (tanks was the hardest for me to figure out because WOW)

- People get Imp jobs confused with Imps the monster very frequently. Many times in the past people have suggested removing Imps from the job classification and consider them full monsters instead, but that idea never gets through the conceptual phase. They do still have a mostly-human form, while monster imps lack many of human features like legs and a face. Depending on the person, imps can be like bats, birds, or satyrs with wings. Imps are known for trouble, but most people who are imps don’t have a desire to hurt anyone past a small prank. They can only fly in short bursts

- Warriors are the least magically inclined of all the jobs. Still, they have the ability to channel their magic into stronger sword attacks which separates them from a jobless sword user. They also have extremely high durability that surpasses most people, even others with jobs. They are often used to guard important people like kings and government officials due to their high stamina and loyalty

- Clerics are not doctors. Their healing is strictly used for soothing or on the move battlefield injuries. They can’t fix something big a broken limb or cure illness. Still, their curative abilities are matched by none. Being able to rejuvenate a person in mere moments. They can use their spiritual connection to deities to smite monsters, but only those who carry faces. Clerics are notoriously hard on HP bananas, viewing them as unnatural and illy made

- Thieves aren’t called thieves because they steal from others. It comes from their battle tactics of upper handed trickery and quick movements that keep them out of sight. They use more sleight of hand tricks rather than the emotional ones of imps. Thieves do take inspiration from the thieves of yore, but they flip those nasty tricks and use their skills for good. Usually. There’s some thieves that do fit their name sake

- Pop stars are an odd ball of jobs. It can hard to tell they use magic at all to an untrained eye. But those smooth dance moves and captivating singing are enhanced by the magic that lays within them. They simply have to release said magic via the mention methods. Pop stars do not need a microphone to use their magic, but it does greatly enhance its effectiveness. They actually use a magic very similar to imps, touching the deeper hearts of those who listen to their music. The main difference being that pop stars haven’t found a way to use that magic to force actions and stronger emotions like an imp can. At least not yet. There’s a few sneaky ones trying to increase their Magic’s potency

- Chefs job magic is more in tune with fire than being a good cook. They can self heat their pans to cook without a flame. They can conjure fire magic, but most attempts to do that without a pan leads to them setting themselves on fire before their enemy. Their magic is also directed transferred into their food when they cook, which boost that food’s healing abilities. Or damage potential, depending on what they are making. Chef jobs can make even the smallest amount of food be filling and nutrient rich. Chef jobs are the main prepares of monster grub, and are found at almost every inn for work

- Scientist jobs are the most funded group of the magic jobs. Due to how diverse their skill set can be for the modern world. Ironically enough, they are the least likely magic job to be found out fighting monsters. Scientist jobs usually sport a photographic memory and are considered to be very smart. Some are smart in many places, while others have a very limited and specific range of knowledge. Their magic mainly shows itself via electronic/computer-like spell casting. Their spells are executed in a simple coding language. Much like mages, there is a school for the scientist job for many of the same reasons.

- Princesses are the least common job, this job is the only one that is passed down via bloodlines. You need to have a parent with a princess job for the child to have the chance to have that job themselves. Not all princesses jobs are royalty, and not all royalty have this job. A princess job who prefers to be masc-presenting will often dress as a princes. Oddly enough, many princess jobs always carry a natural pleasant aroma with them. With it without the use of a proper fragrance. Along with scientists, princesses are usually not seen in the battlefield. But you’ll see more princess jobs out there fighting than scientists

- Flowers are deeply in tune with the earth. One of the few jobs (along with clerics) that work directly with deities for their magic. Not all flowers actually grow huge flowers on their heads (but there’s definitely some that do). Their flower costumes are to help them feel deeper with the earth they gain their energy from. Most flower jobs do have at least a small bit of foliage growing on their bodies. Sure do hope you like bugs as a flower, because they’re constantly swarmed by them. Thankfully, most bugs do not attack or harm flower jobs. But pest upkeep is an important part of a flower job’s health. Flowers are very relaxing, offering a calming and warm sensation for those nearby them. Flower jobs do not like most essential oils or defusers. Many people respect flower jobs, as it’s a common belief that whenever they use “Flower Power”, they are releasing the earth’s anger, which helps prevent natural disasters. Flower jobs tend to be timid

- Elves are one of the most common power jobs out there (along with sage). Like flowers they draw energy from the earth, but it’s not as direct. Their magic is potent and can be used in many ways, often via channeling it for protection or weapon strength. Usually connected to whatever environment they were born in. Forests are the most common draw, but elves can take from any ecosystem. What ecosystem they draw from will change how their magic is shown

#someone help me how do I tag miitopia stuff #miitopia angels and inns #miitopia #miiblr

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STATUS: closed for @themadisynhuang LOCATION: meadowview farm, with the llamas

Rory crouches beside the wooden fence surrounding the llama enclosure, running his hand along the grain of the weathered boards. He frowns slightly, noticing where the wood has begun to warp in places, the nails pulling loose with time. His trained eye traces the line of the fence, marking the areas that need reinforcement before winter. The farm has charm, no doubt about it, but it also requires maintenance, and Rory takes his role seriously. He leans in closer to inspect one of the posts, giving it a firm shake to test its sturdiness. It wobbles ever so slightly, a telltale sign of rot beginning at the base.

He shifts his weight slightly to his knees, wiping his hands on his jeans, and glances around. The enclosure is well-built, but fences like these need constant care, especially with animals as curious as llamas. Satisfied with his mental notes for repairs, he allows himself a moment to admire the handiwork of whoever first constructed the farm’s fencing — it’s lasted a while, but now it’s his job to make sure it will last a lot longer.

One of the llamas peeks out from over the fence, their teeth staring at Rory right in the face as he looks up. “Alright, Dolly?” He reaches out to give their ear a good scratch, smiling slightly at the way it leans into the touch. He’d not been so terribly convinced about llamas just a couple of months prior, but after helping out on the farm, he’s started to find something of a soft spot for them. He can’t help but find it humorous, how much he thinks Ellie would hate the fact. Would definitely give him grief about it, he thinks, chest filled with longing fondness.

Another llama peeks out, ever the herd animals, likely looking for the same kind of attention. With a deep sigh, Rory stands from where he’d been crouching in order to comfortably use his free hand to scratch at the other llama’s ear, as well. “You look like a Lord,” he mutters fondly to the animal. “Lord Woolsey, perhaps. Earl of Wool?” He hums thoughtfully. “I bet Annie could come up with something better. Sorry you’re stuck with me.”

The sound of footsteps approaching breaks him out of his stupor, and he turns to find Madisyn walking toward him. Smiling politely at her, he stops petting the llamas, afraid she’ll find it rude of him. “Hello, Madisyn,” he greets her. “Sorry. Just taking a pet break,” he nods at the herd of llamas, now all staring at him like something out of a horror film. “Erm,” he glances back at Madisyn. “Fence is holding up fine, for the most part. Needs some adjusting all ‘round, though,” he gestures aimlessly toward the fence. “I can start fixing that up tomorrow, if you’d like.”

#thread: madisyn 001 #i do love me some llamas!

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dance for you

pairing: riri williams x Black reader (feminine) summary: it's the first home game of the season and majorette dancer riri is excited to hear the roar of the crowd in the stans. too ad her number one fan is stuck working. wordcount: 3.1k warnings: rated 18+. minors dni. cursing. not beta’d (that’s a warning in itself). let me know if i missed any! dedications & credits: originally inspired by dominique getting ready for carnival in a couple videos that @axailslink posted a few months ago. hbcu!shuri and hbcu!riri live rent-free in my mind so i went with it. not gonna lie yall, i'm not the happiest with this, only because it was supposed to be longer. every time i tried to expand on it, it just didn't feel right to me which is why the ended may feel a bit abrupt. there might be a part 2 in the future (or a stand alone that could be read in connection to this), but for now, i hope you enjoy.

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she looked so fucking gorgeous.

it was a little after five when you arrived to riri william's on-campus apartment, smirking up at the small yet advanced security camera she had rigged in place of a key. though you were a little skeevy about facial recognition and have your face scanned into the ether, you trusted her...and you loved being able to pop in and out of her place whenever the desire was there.

you didn't have much time before your six o'clock shift, this weekend being mandatory for all bartenders and not to brag, but you were one of brimstone's best. hell, you should've been. you had worked there since you were a freshman, unable to drink, but more than capable of keeping the liquor flowing and charming your way into extra tips.

ending the door, you headed towards the open bathroom door, your feet stopping as did your heart the second your gaze landed on the beauty that was your girlfriend in makeup. your approach had gone unnoticed, riri's eyes closed as her best friend viv continued to pat the beauty blender up her cheekbones, across her forehead, her back to you.

"oooh, bitch, i'm scared of you," viv had said, giggling as she put down the orange sponge egg, grabbing the setting spray.

a fine mist sprayed from the clear matte bottle, giving your girlfriend's skin a dewy cast. white teeth flashed between nude painted lips as she laughed, the sound your favorite melody.

you shifted in your position, leaning against the door frame content with watching your shawty get pampered in peace. she didn't always do this. between her classes, "side hustle", and working on her inventions, riri rarely had the time to press pause on life that was long enough to take time out for herself. honestly, the only time she really allowed herself to get dolled up, outside of date night with you, was during football season.

as a fly girl, a majorette on your university's dance team, there were certain level of self-maintenance riri was required to sustain and while during the off-season that meant she was focused more staying conditioned for the next season, the end-of-summer through winter window was when your girlfriend spent more time (and your money) getting her face beat, her hair styled and her nails filled in.

not that you were complaining. you would never complain about doing something that made her so happy, her inner glow was physically visible to the naked eye. you be able to provide that for your girl? it made you feel favored and fortunate.

except on nights like tonight.

though subtle, your shift in movement caught her best friend's attention, eyes glancing up at you through the mirror before going back to the task at hand, rocking her weight back onto her left leg.

"looks like i ain't gonna be the only one scared tonight," she said, swapping the setting spray for a black and white circular hand fan, viv flicking her wrist back and forth, the gentle flow of air speeding up the makeup application drying time.

"whatchu mean?" riri asked, her head tilting slightly, perfectly scuplted brow quirking in interest.

"'cause with the way your girlfriend is lookin' atchu right now, anybody try to step to you tonight finna be scared for a whole 'nother reason."

you couldn't help, but laugh, throwing your head back; first, because of viv's commentary, but as always, your attention was never too far from riri. she chuckled before her friend's words fully interlocked cohesively in her mind, eyes opening immediately, knowing exactly where to look to connect with your own. your pink tongue dragged across the plump of your bottom lip as you settled into the full intensity of those brown eyes focusing on you.

"hi baby," she said sweetly, soft smile spreading into a wider grin.

it was clear from the alertness in her eyes, she hadn't expected you to stop by. honestly you were pushing it pretty close since it was a ten minute drive to brimstone, and you still needed to head back to your apartment to shower and get dressed, but if you were stuck working all night, surrounded but a bunch of horny, drunk, and high people, you damn sure were gonna make sure you saw your baby first.

hopping down off the bathroom sink counter, she side-stepped viv, arms immediately wrapped around your waist. careful not to ruin her best friend's hard work, you nudged her chin up, full lips coming down to press against hers, supple as always.

"hi beautiful," you said, pulling back just enough to mumble the words against her duo-tone lips before capturing them with your own again.

"uh, yeah, girl, i'll meet you downstairs in like twenty minutes."

you barely heard viv as she grabbed her things and left, your attention solely on the young woman who had captured your heart a year and a semester ago. her hands toyed with the hem of your shirt, fingers brushing against the velvet of your skin as your hands shifted to the sides of her head, fingers threading themselves in her microbraids.

you pressed your lips against hers a couple more times before pulling back a few more inches to just look at her, taking her in. she used to hate when you did that, stared at her like she was the most precious thing in the world, as if just having her here proved the existence of magic and miracles.

these days, things were different, her gaze now a mirror, reflecting back a love so deep you could free fall in it and never touch to bottom.

"you so damn pretty," you said, shaking your head slightly as if her beauty were an insult, lips curling upwards into a smile at the way she beamed at your compliment.

"thank you mami," she said, leaning up to press a kiss to your jaw before letting you go, turning to clean up the leftover mess on the counter. "so...how long are you mine for?"

her tone was played casual, but you knew how to see beyond the dramatic lightness of her words.

"forever and a day, but..."

you approached her from behind, hands brushing the terry fabric of her robe as they wrapped around her waist. you buried the rest of your statement in the space between her neck and robe collar.

"...unfortunately i have to leave in, like, five minutes ago."

"right now? are you serious?"

you didn't even need to glance in the mirror to see the downturn of her lips though she revealed it to you, half turning in your arms to meet your gaze.

"you really can't make it tonight?"

you sighed softly, the slump of your shoulders obvious. you hated to disappoint her.

"i wish i could." your bottom lip poked out for a second, mimicking her pouty facial expression. "brian's making everybody touch the clock this weekend and since i didn't work last night..."

your voice trailed off, hand on her hip smoothing down over the curve of her ass as you leaned back in for another kiss, this one searing with memories of just how the two of you spent your night off. you weren't the only one still drunk off recollection, a throaty moan vibrating against your lips the second they touched hers.

all too soon, you pulled apart, a sigh falling from between her painted pout, and not the kind of sigh you loved to coax out from her.

"but you have to go."

you could see her trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice, the urge to kick yourself growing stronger.

"i have to go," you confirmed, the hand on her chin moving down to mimic your right, ten fingers splayed against the soft cotton covering her ass. "but text me where you end up after the game. i'll come find you after my shift," you promised, eyes staying locked on hers for a moment longer, waiting for her nod in agreement.

her eyes fluttered closed as you pressed a kiss to her forehead, right hand coming down to slap her left ass cheek, the contrast in action drawing a gasping giggle from her and a smirk from you as you made your way out her dorm apartment's door.

yeah, you made a mistake coming in to work tonight. it wasn't that it was boring, not per sé, but at 7 o'clock, it was still pretty early. the only people at the bar were those who couldn't get tickets to the game and with a stadium who's capacity sat at 20,000 people, that number of fanatics without was relatively low.

still, you weren't bored. you'd just rather had been somewhere else.

like at the stadium cheering your hbcu's football team on at its first home game of the season...and watching the love of your life shake her ass with a touch of class in the sexiest uniform you've seen in your four years of attending.

the worst part about it was that you hadn't even seen riri wearing it in-person, instead only getting 8-second glimpses of it on the social media stories of her dance sisters. the last one had been a casual version of the fly girl sway, complete with attitude poses and your favorite thing to see her wear, a smile.

fuck, you had to get out of here.

it took you two beer replacements and an appetizer sampler platter to come up with an easy, but fail-proof way to get out of a shift with a guy like brian. it wasn't hard to find him, the older man hiding away in his office, no doubt watching the game's live feed on his laptop.

your knuckles rapped sharply against the door twice, your boss' head snapping up immediately as if he had gotten caught doing something forbidden. he was so busted. you coughed once to hide your amusement.

"uh, hey brian, i know i just clocked in like 2 hours ago, but i gotta go home."

if anyone knew how to frown with their entire face, it was brian. even his nostrils seemed to display disappointment in your words.

"and why exactly is that?"

"it's personal."

"so is having a job and working your intended shift to totality."

how you didn't roll your eyes at his bullshit was beyond you. instead, you looked away, left then right, weight shifting back and forth as your shuffled on your feet. after the moment of awkwardness you purposely created, you peeked up at him, grimacing.

"so my cycle just started and there's bl-

brian's work-weathered hand came up to stop your sentience from continuing to completion, just as you knew it would. this was a fifty-four year old man who took his tmi very seriously, which made it pretty easy for you to exploit in emergencies like this.

"just go, but i expect you to prepared to pick up some extra hours next weekend."

the not-so-veiled threat barely made it to your ears the way you rushed back down the hallway, feet squeaking against the titled floor as you narrowly missed a busboy in your haste. you rounded the corner of the small break room, using the term "room" loosely. deft fingers spun the silver combination lock, the tumbler dropping the base so you could pull open the creaking metal door and grab your backpack from the bottom. yanking at the ties of your waist apron, you pulled out the folded bills from the front pocket, the meager tips you managed to earn in the almost two hours of your shift, before shoving the apron and your lock into your bag.

a loud clang sounded in the room as you closed the door, your feet already in motion towards the entryway and then out the back door.

you contemplated whether or not you should change before heading to campus, your work uniform of black jeans and a black fitted black t-shirt not the worst fit in world, but still nothing close to your usual style. a glance at the clock on the dash told you that if you wanted to see riri's lithe form dancing her heart out, the outfit change would have to wait.

it was a good thing you decided to skip it, too, since the parking lots were full. the packed side streets and grass lot parking had you wishing you had finally gotten your motorcycle license.

turning the block the stadium was on, you could hear the roar of the crowd. you wanted to believe it was for your school, but since the opposing team's school was only two hours away, it wouldn't have surprised you in they had fans attending by the bus-load as well.

just as you were able to say "fuck it" and risk parking in front of the two-hour meter parking you knew was located a couple streets over, a bright orange sign caught you attention, the word "media/press parking" in bold, black block lettering. a smirk formed on your face as you cut your wheel in the new direction.

the roar of the crowd near deafening as the home team gained 20 yard, only 10 more yards to go to widen the score gap with less than two minutes on the clock before half time, . squeezing through the slow walking and talking bodies, your hand gripped tighter the canon dslr camera that hung from the leather strap adorning your neck, backpack straps trapping the "campus media" badge and lanyard close to your chest.

you had never been so grateful to have joined the yearbook club a year ago, an extra curricular supplement to your photography minor. the navy blue and platinum silver badge pretty much let you get behind the scenes of any school event, which you used to your advantage, flashing the plastic card at the security guard blocking the tunnel gates before slipped past him.

you carefully maneuvered your way along the sideline towards the home team's side of the stans, grateful the that violence of the game was taking place at the other end of the field. it would be just your luck that you got all the way here just to get tackled by a defensive player trying to take down a running back.

honestly, you couldn't care less about the game, about the screaming fans and the hyped up players near the bench waiting to take their turn on the turf. your eyes searched the stands, instead, easily landing on the twelve dancers sitting poised, one leg crossed over the other as the band behind them transitioned into a new tune.

holding up the camera, you took a few test shots of the fly girls, thumbing quickly to adjust the settings before bringing the viewfinder back up to your face. you couldn't help but zoom in, catching candids of your girlfriend as she waiting for the dance captain to start her lead-in.

glancing over your shoulder to be sure you were still in the safety zone, you refocused on the task at hand. since there were already other campus photographers on the sidelines, you technically didn't have to get photos of the game, but you weren't going to break cover now, not after you busted your ass to get where you were standing in the first place.

you snapped another photo, looking down at the digital screen with a frown, not exactly happy with the aperture priority. fiddling with the dials, you glanced up at the stands again, head bobbing as your eye caught the dancer next to riri giving her a nudge and pointing in your direction. speedily, you lifted the camera back up to your face, index pressing down repeatedly as you captured her reaction to your presence. shifting the weight of the camera to your left hand, you raised the right, returning her enthusiastic wave before catching the kiss she blew at you with a smirk.

riri was literally glowing.

the energy in the air was electrifying, supercharged, after the Bruisers took the W, keeping them undefeated at the start of the season. thankfully the teams, band, and dancers were allowed to clear the stadium before the fans, event staff such as yourself following behind.

leaning back against the sleek black of your audi r7, you settled in to wait for riri to exit the blue double doors. honestly, you didn't mind letting the thousands of people fight their way out of their spots and onto the road. you were in no rush, giving a polite smile or wave as familiar faces as they cleared the press lot.

the slight bite of the cool breeze stroked against the bareness of your arms, your hands sliding back and forth to warm them despite the perfectly working heaters on the other side of the car door. just as you were about to give in and sit inside, the petite woman emerged from the double doors, her eyes scanning the busy lot until she found who she was looking for.

you.

it was as if a switch had turned on, the way riri brightened up the moment her eyes landed on you. a smile stretched wide across her face. legs kicking dramatically behind her, she half-jogged in your direction, both hands tucked into the kangaroo pocket of her oversized h--- wait, that was your hoodie. as well as your sweatpants, tied tight to her waist though still baggy on her hips.

"you missed me that much you had to steal my clothes?" you asked, pulling her into your arms.

leaning into her, riri's back bowed slightly as you pressed your full lips to hers, arms pulling her in closer as your lips traveled to her chee bones, her nose, her forehead. her laughter stole her breath as she gave it to the wind, pearly whites to the sky as she grinned.

"well i didn't know if you were comin' or not so i had to do what i had to do." she shrugged, eyebrow quirking as she stood bold in her truth, in her blatant desire to have you close.

"well, i'm here now so no substitutes needed, aight?" your hands slide away from her as you moved to open the passenger side door for her. "so where we headin'--yours or mine? i know you prolly wanna shower before we hit up some parties and i damn sure ain't wearin' this shit out tonight."

eyes never leaving her frame, you watched riri glide into the front seat with the gracefulness only a dancer could have.

"we can head to yours. i think my 90's lakers jersey dress is over there and you got the perfect jordans to go right wit em too."

there wasn't anything to say to that, nothing to do but to chuckle and shake your head as your fingers pushed the door closed. there was security in the way riri was so confident in her ability to just assume your things as hers. pride would swell in your chest seeing her swimming in your clothes, her healthy appetite and habitual exercise routine aiding in the appearance of her natural petiteness. not to mention that shit turned you all the way on.

it never felt unappreciated in the way her presence carried over into your personal space, not with the way the invitation was always mutual.

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