#confectionary affection

[shotorozu]

(gender neutral reader, reader went to middle school with bakugou and midoriya, reader can make chocolate, and reader bent their back for the making of said chocolate, not that much beta read /derogatory, i got carried away 😭)

bakugou katsuki is a feared, but admired guy— especially during valentines day.

it’s interesting.. when he was a younger boy— he’d take gifts from admirers (usually girl classmates or other kids that frequent the park he goes to) with widened eyes and a scoff, snatching the gift away from them with quick hands, and mumbling how valentines day is stupid— that it’s lame and he doesn’t understand it.

but refusing gifts are rude, he’d remember his mom say, after he refused to accept something his dad made for him— and back then, he’d listen to his mom like his life depended on it. so, for a year or two— he’d take gifts.

but as the blond boy manifested a quirk and became just a bit older— he started ignoring her words altogether, having had grown out of the “listening to mom all the time is cool” phase.

his features started defining themselves, and he was starting to become taller. before he knew it— he had a sudden wave of admirers crashing down at him almost everyday of the year.

and it almost excluding valentines day.

because he’d sneer at anyone willing to offer their affection in the form of sweetened confectionary, and resorted to blowing up love letters into smithereens.

if his personality wasn’t obvious enough, this was precisely the reason why his admire-from-afar to get-personal ratio was obviously imbalanced.

of course, no one really learns— even as he grows older, enters UA for highschool, and retains his personality even after some realizations, because bakugou katsuki is quite beautiful.

so there’s at least a handful of admirers that are willing to risk it all— even if it meant some form of humilation or intimidation.

but not you.

you’ve prepared a little something for everyone in your class— yes, even the forbidden grape haired classmate and him. your hands practically hurt from stirring, and you feel like if you’d even bend up slightly, you’d hear multiple cracks amass from your back.

but you think it’s all worth it. your work tastes good, looks good and cute, and you’re certain everyone would enjoy how their chocolates varied in flavor, even if the change was just slightly noticeable.

you hand out chocolates to each respective person as soon as they pop into the common room.

the girls of your class perk up in interest and clamor around you— smiles adorning their faces as they line up to receive their chocolates.

mina, kyouka and hagakure compare their flavors together, momo asks you how you did it, because she’s “bad at cooking”

ochako’s already munching on the sweets, when he starts thanking you. finally, tsuyu just looks at you silently, and gives you a warm side hug.

midoriya goes beet red when he realizes that you personally gave everyone a slightly different flavor (you don’t know how he blushed over that, but you find it endearing.) todoroki, tokoyami, shoji, sato, koda, and ojiro look a little confused and dazed at first when you give them your chocolates, but they end up accepting it with gratitude.

kirishima, iida, kaminari, sero, aoyama and mineta accept your chocolates rather quickly, wasting no time in giving their thanks (excluding mineta— who just teased you about liking him, which was and will never be the case)

but through it all, you managed to avoid eye contact with your snarky blond childhood friend and classmate— who was silently trailing you with crimson eyes the entire time.

for a moment you think he’s mad at you for not giving anything, which you’d understand— if it weren’t for the fact that he is valentines day’s #1 public enemy. but you exchange this thought for something else.

he must think that you’re strange for making the class chocolate, and you wouldn’t blame him. usually, it’d be sato making stuff like this. not to mention, you heard him remark rather loudly about the kitchen smelling strongly of chocolate, in his usual bakugou tone.

you made the right choice not to give him the chocolates you made, you think to yourself. not to mention, how amidst it all, you might’ve showed a slight bias to his chocolate’s design— and revealing your crush on him on today of all days is less than ideal.

and you think nothing of his behavior—

“s’ i’ve got nothing, huh?”

he jumpscares you when you close your locker, and he lets out a snort when your shoulders rise in reflection of your surprise.

your gaze trails to his locker, which cannot close due to a lump of chocolate and letters preventing it from properly doing so. “you’ve got plenty, though. i don’t want to give you diabetes or anything.”

(which was half true because wow the amount of chcolate—)

“you gave all of them chocolate. why’da do that?”

“because.. it’s valentines day..?” you start walking away from your locker— and to which he follows all the way. you try not to think much of the action

“but what makes you think that i shouldn’t get any.”

normally, one would state that as a question, but the way he said it, the tone of his voice— it wasn’t said like one.

“i know you, kachaan,” you reason while making use of his childhood nickname, which gains an eye twitch from the blond. “if i was told to count how many letters you’ve burned and chocolates you either gave away or thrown out, i wouldn’t have enough fingers on my hands.”

“‘cause all of them were fuckin’ store bought?”

“and what if they weren’t?”

“then they were horrendous.” he states, matter of a fact. then, his eyes narrow, “and it’s not like you’re giving me a damned letter.”

you feel your cheeks heat up. that’s not the case— but the idea of writing him a love letter has your mind going into haywire.

“it’s not. but you’ve never showed interest in this sorta thing in a long time.”

“what— eating chocolates?”

“pretty much.”

he blinks, unamused. “you can be such a dumbass sometimes. can’t take the fucking hint.”

you’re pretty sure he meant to say that quietly, but he didn’t. you’re unphased at this point.

but you don’t get what he means, so you try to defend yourself. “but—” your words come to a sudden halt, as you realize the uselessness.

“wait, why am i trying to reason with you?— look, i actually did make something for you too. if i didn’t then that’d be such an asshole move of me to exclude you.”

“really. you’re not bullshittin’ me?”

“no.” you reply, firmly. “but you have to promise not to laugh. you can insult me, but laugh? no way.”

he raises an eyebrow.

then, you shift onto one leg and start looking for something in one of the front pockets of your bag. the search doesn’t take long, because you pull something out— medium sized chocolate in clear wrapping, with an orange bow tying it together.

it’s clearly slightly bigger than the rest of your classmates, and you hope he doesn’t notice.

he silently unwraps the chocolate, and gets eye to eye with your creation. it’s three pieces of chocolate shaped as explosions— the middle explosion being bigger than the other two. anyone who sniffed it could smell orange first, as the middle (biggest) piece has a swirl of orange and milk chocolate, the left piece is simply milk chocolate, and the right piece is white chocolate.

he takes the middle one and bites half of it, and chews. you observe, like he’s a top chef reviewing your latest work, and when he finishes, he says—

“not bad,” he remarks, flashing that heart racing smile. “wanna taste?”

you gulp, stupefied by his offer. words don’t have real meanings for a second. “huh?”

then, he’s reaching up and popping the other half into your mouth, thumb pressing against your lips.

you almost choke— and it wasn’t from the chocolate. you bite, taste the flavor, the mouth watering taste of orange and chocolate swarming your mouth.

to twist the knife into the wound— he cups your face and presses a deep, but quick kiss against your lips. his soft lips linger onto yours, and this intensifies what you can already taste.

and then, as quick as he kissed you, he pulls back— gaze still lingering on your lips.

a toothy grin starts to grow on his lips, and he pats your shoulder— beginning to create distance between you two by walking ahead.

“next time, give me the chocolates first, will ya? tastes fuckin’ good.”

you have a feeling he isn’t talking about the chocolate.

[vampiricgf]

— ୨୧₊˚ MILKTEETH

older leon x f!reader

wc: 4k+

mommy kink, age gap, some mdlb if you squint, pet names (baby, honey, good boy, ect), blowjob, ball fondling, spit, cum eating (swallowing), tit sucking, lactation mention, oral (f receiving), fingering, face fucking, clit kissing, ass eating, anal, spit as lube, mating press, creampie, cockwarming

sorry wrote this with my clit not my brain <3 also not edited pretend you don't see any mistakes

Sunlight shoots through the slats of your blinds, turning your lids into a flash of red film before they crack apart, a miniature earthquake as the seams split, shapes come into sharper relief, awareness spreading through your body. In tandem comes the animalistic recognition of a second source of warmth beside you, one you inch backwards towards in an attempt to retreat from the brutish light of day, back into the blissfulness of unconsciousness.

He came home last night. Recollection makes a lazy smile spread across your lips as you relax fully into his chest. Arms, thick and chorded with muscle wind around you, a particularly firm exhale against the shell of your ear makes you twitch in his hold, a ticklish reflex. You’re not sure where he’s been but it hardly matters, not when you can convince yourself this bed and the two of you are all that exists in the world. One perfect, fragile moment cupped delicately in your palms. 

A giggle, hoarse and breathy, tugged from your chest as lips meet the skin of your neck in a flurry of affection. With eyes closed you allow yourself to embrace the feeling, swearing after so long untouched you can even feel the ridges of his fingerprints as one hand creeps up underneath the t shirt you wore to bed. 

It’s nearly feline, the way you preen against the touch as one of his hands envelopes your breast, thick fingers massaging the soft skin as his thumb pays particular attention to your nipple. The stimulation feels raw, primal, as you balance on the edge of wakefulness. Coupled with the fat, lazy licks of his tongue against your throat your hips move of their own accord, seeking that familiar firmness pressing against your ass. Satisfaction, thick and gooey as taffy melting to a sidewalk in summer sun, creeps through your head and slides sweet as honey down the back of your throat. Vaguely you register his harsh breathing behind you, the way it no longer tickles against your ear as his own movements pick up, a steady pushing of his erection against the plushness of your body. 

You don’t need to rely on vision, choosing your tactile senses as you squeeze your eyes shut against a particularly hard squeeze of your breast and you lazily palm him through the material of his sweatpants. It’s not his fault, being so eager, and its cute in its own way. 

“Needy baby,” you coo, voice husky from overnight unuse, as you turn to face him. 

You swear, none of those artists or poets ever knew what the hell they were talking about and how could they have when they didn't get to experience the view you have. All beauty in the world pales against the sight before you, as it does every time. His pink flushed cheeks, the stubble growing out on his face juxtaposed with the adorably shy way he avoids your direct gaze, choosing to bury his head in the pillow with a huffy whine. 

“Don’t be like that,” you coax him, voice so slight it seems more like it came from some omnipotent source. 

Gingerly you card fingers through his bangs, the joints crackling beneath the skin as they grow accustomed to use. It amazes you every time, how his hair is so silken to the touch and the way light reflects off the strands so perfectly, as if he were finely crafted to be the most lovely creature on the planet. 

Slowly your podding works, convincing him to face you with those coquettish watercolor eyes. It makes your teeth ache, as if they've been carving through confectionaries for hours, your tongue running over the backs of them as your eyes roam his face. The strong, angular shapes of his features are starkly contrasted by his demeanor, a perfect balance. 

Gently you shift closer, pressing your lips against his and swallowing the little gasp thats pulled out as your fingers dip into his sweatpants at the same moment. 

“What do you need, hm?” You ask, feigning innocence as your fingers brush up against the swollen head of his cock, teasing him until he can be direct with you. 

With a whimper his hips jerk, clearly trying to get you to take more of him in hand but you dodge the movement effortlessly, keeping your hand just out of reach enough for it to be torturous. You know better than anyone how hard he gets in the morning, sometimes teary eyed from sheer need. Its alright though, all part of caring for him. You let it continue, winding him up by moving in the opposite way of his hips and letting him whimper through bitten lips. Good boys use their words, after all. That was lesson one, hopefully he hasn’t forgotten already. 

“Please, need you so bad,” finally your lovely baby makes use of his voice and you can’t help the warmth that oozes through your core in response, making your thigh muscles flex. 

“What do you need?” 

His lips form a pout and you kiss him again, perfectly chaste little pecks to his cheeks and the tip of his nose as you relent, just a bit, and wrap your hand firmly around the base of his cock. You smirk against his cheek as he groans, breathy and high pitched, at the contact. Such a silly, simple man. Slowly your hand runs upward, feeling him pulse in your hold the closer you get to the tip, and already you know a juicy glob of precum is just waiting to meet the pad of your thumb. 

Sticky warmth, slick and soft, spreads easily as you massage his tip, tugging more and more frantic little noises from deep inside his throat as his hips buck against you recklessly, rhythmless. It makes you giggle, drawing away as you push him back to lie flat and his well muscled thighs easily accommodate your weight as you straddle him. Biting your bottom lip you slowly roll his waistband down, feeling your eyes widen as his cock comes into perfect view. 

A sight you could never get tired of, even if you had eternity stretched out before you to admire him all you liked. Just the right girth to make your mouth water, prominent viens running along the side, and his tip that flushes such a gorgeous shade of red whenever you tease him like this. Pearly beads of more precum decorate it like a crown, but you resist the urge to lean down and smear it with your lips. Instead you meet his eyes, holding him loosely in your grip now, feigning deafness to his cries for you to give him more, more, more. 

“How do we ask?” You tilt your head to the side, roll your neck and then drag your shirt up over your head leaving yourself bare on top of him save for the pair of black panties you wore to bed. 

He gapes at you, crystalline eyes blown wide, chest heaving as his hands flex against your calves, squeezing. You don’t relent, pointedly flicking your eyes from his cock to his face as you wait for the correct answer. 

Sometimes he just needs a gentle reminder. 

“Please mommy,” his adorable pink tongue wets his lips before continuing, “I need you, need you to make me come.” 

You dip down, placing exaggerated kisses on his face once more, pleased as the cat that got the cream. 

“Was that so hard, honey?” 

You don’t give him room to answer, giggling at the way he gasps and jolts as you take him fully in hand now, twisting your wrist as you slide up and down, the slick from his precum making it effortless. With one final kiss, a big mwah sound as you smack your lips against his forehead, you shimmy downward. His reward for using words was preplanned in your head, the moment you saw that glistening tip. 

You’re truly just as bad as he is, always wanting it in your mouth. As your eyes drift shut again you press your lips to the head of his cock this time, earning you a lovely little oh fuck from above. The mess of pre feels like lip gloss against your mouth, the taste of him vaguely salty and musky as your cheeks hollow out, letting the length of him run over your tongue until he was perfectly slotted almost in your esophagus. What little he lacked in girth he more than made up for in length, bringing tears to your eyes as your kept your throat open, tongue pressed flat to the bottom of your mouth as you started moving. 

Up and down. 

His whines mingled with the sound of him choking, presumably on his own spit, as his hands alternated between tugging at your hair and smoothing over it. He’s always so careful to try and stay gentle with you, and you flick your tongue against the meaty folds of his tip in thanks. The sound it draws out of him would make you grin, if only your mouth weren’t stuffed. 

Up and down. 

You let saliva pool around your flat tongue as your pace remains steady, one hand against his thigh, tangling in the coarse hair, as the other cups and massages his balls. Thick and heavy in your hands, just like his cock, and it makes you drool even more thinking about him emptying them down your throat. It doesn’t matter that your jawbone aches, your throat burning, the chill of the spit dripping down your chin. 

Up and-

The only warning you get is his feeling his balls flex in your hands before the next second you’re gagging around his cock, trying to cry out at the feeling of his fingers twining tight against your scalp, pulling on your hair. Tears spring unbidden from your eyes as your nose meets his thatch of darker blonde hair, stinging from how firmly the two collided as he held you still, hips bucking wildly as he fucked your mouth to chase his orgasm. Even as the strain becomes dangerously close to too much you don’t urge him to stop, opting to gently massage your fingers against the flesh of his feverishly warm thighs as if to say it’s okay. And it is, you know how he gets so easily worked up, especially with all your teasing. It's really not his fault, you made him like this.

With a few particularly brutal thrusts against your mouth, you feel it when his whole body stretches to its near breaking point. Every muscle beneath the skin seems to flex simultaneously as his balls pulse in your hand, warmth spilling down your throat faster than you can swallow it, forcing some out of the sides of your lips to join the mess running down your chin.

As he whimpers on his come down your head is finally released from his grip, allowing you to swallow thickly before delicately swiping at your face, licking the mixture of fluids from your fingers as your eyes never leave his face. His skin glimmers with a sheen of sweat, the furrow between his brows has yet to relax as he catches his breath, his smile lines emphasized by the way he's panting.

"M'sorry, so sorry-"

You cut him off with a click of your tongue, the sound makes him wince, anticipating punishment. Truthfully you're far too lazy this morning for any proper punishment, but he can indulge your selfishness.

With a sickly saccharine smile you cradle his face as you lay back on your side facing him, brushing your thumb over his cheekbones and watching as he smiles drowsy and content, nuzzling into your palm.

"Silly boy, it's okay this time I know you needed it." Your voice remains soothing. "But mommy needs something from you, you know."

His gaze goes from gooey warmth to sharp and eager before you can finish speaking. Leons always excelled at being a pleaser, and you're not resistant to using that trait to your advantage in certain circumstances.

"Anything," he rasps, grabbing your wrist and pressing a kiss to your pulse, making your heart jump in your chest like an overexcited baby bird. "You deserve to feel good, too."

"Mmm, you're so sweet to me," you muse, words muffled as his lips find yours, hands guiding you on your back this time.

He gives a little uh-huh and you swallow the noise greedily, sucking on his tongue as he slides it between your lips to catch the aftertaste of himself. Predictably, adorably, his calloused hands begin kneading at your breasts as if he really could simply will them to fill out with what you know he truly wants.

"Go ahead, baby," you whisper, a soft smile painting your face as he kisses down the column of your throat, sucks at the skin covering your clavicle in a way you know will leave you with a brand new necklace in the bruise palette of red and purple. A hum of satisfaction spills from your lips as his mouth ends its wet trail at your breast, swirling his tongue around the peaked nipple, giving a few tender experimental nips with his teeth, wrapping his lips around it and settling into an almost cuddly position.

It's alien in a way; you having such an outwardly hardened man, a man arguably more adult than yourself, so wrapped around your finger that he's suckling at your breast with abandon but it's also sweet in its own way. It's taken quite a while for him to grow to this point of comfort with you, too embarrassed about his own desires before you began slowly picking apart his shell, piece by fragile piece. Really you think that his job, whatever it entails, must demand he behave more like an old Templar knight than a modern man.

A life of constant denial is no life at all, and thankfully he was extremely eager to learn that lesson with you.

"Can I touch you?"

You run your fingers through his hair, a kind of half caress. "Always."

Your whisper is met with another smile, albeit more mischievous than you'd like but you don't question his intentions, rather committing yourself to the incoming sensation. As your head tips back against the pillows you feel his own, calloused and rough, sliding down your tummy before his palm comes to rest against your warm cunt, caressing you through the soaked gusset of your panties.

You hadn't even realized you were so wet, the press of the material against your slicked skin stirs excitement low in your abdomen, muscles flexing miniscule yet tight in anticipation of what his fingers might do. His tongue doesn't halt its ministrations on your chest, as if through willpower he could actually get you to start producing milk. The thought makes you giggle, quickly cut off in a moan as he dips two fingers into your arousal, swirling it around, fingers sliding until he bumps against your clit.

The way your hips jerk doesn't escape him, although he doesn't put his fingers on your clit directly, opting to rub the outline of sticky hearts around it as you dig your fingers through his hair. Your other hand lays against his forearm, not stopping him, merely basking in the attention and the slow, loving movements of his finger as the pulsing ache builds up inside you, thrumming through your veins as if you stuck your finger in an electrical socket.

As he pulls away from your breast with a pop you can't help the pout forming on your face, although he's quick to soothe your dissatisfaction as he nips and licks a searing path down your belly, his breath warm and ticklish as it ghosts over your inner thighs while he settles in between your legs on his stomach.

"Love you so much," you say, unfocused gaze locked on his face as your hips wiggle in front of him.

He responds with a firm bite to your thigh, making you gasp and just as your hips lift off the bed his deft hands are sliding the flimsy material down the swell of your ass and pulling them to your feet, yanking them off as they catch against your foot. Barely a second passes before his mouth is on you, that need to please presented center stage as his tongue parts your messy folds.

One strong arm locks you in place over your abdomen, pressing you down so you don't squirm but you don't have the ability to tell him it isn't necessary not when his tongue zeros in exactly where you need him the most. Leons remarkably in tune with your body, so much so you'd think he was also walking around in it day in and day out, always anticipating your reactions and knowing exactly how to pull them out of you when he wanted.

Your baby also possesses a streak for schadenfreude, preferring to watch while you struggle against coming undone. Each swipe of that wet muscle is intentional, no wasted efforts as he rolls your clit around with his tongue, suckling at it just enough to have your toes curling into the blankets and your calves straining below the skin. Your hand stays firm at the back of his neck, however. A constant reminder, like a mother cat hauling kittens around by the scruff.

"Gonna make you feel so good, mommy," he groans against your pussy and the vibration makes your head feel fuzzy suddenly, like your ears are stuffed with cotton. Those delicious fingers easily slide past the fleshy concave of your entrance, your walls eager and excited to accommodate his intrusion, sucking them in as he curls them, pushing and pulling deeper than your own range of motion can ever achieve.

In and out. In and out. In and out. 

An incessant mantra beating against the fragile walls of your skull, pulsing in time with your heartbeat, rushing as quickly as the blood travelling through your circulatoriy system. Another pass of his tongue, firm and flicked, against your swollen clit drags your back into curvature, like a string pulled taut in his hands. Your mouth is open but no sound leaks from it, your vocal chords feel long since fried, like a smoking piece of singed hair. 

In and out. 

Your lungs inflate; spongey, vein covered sacks expanding to the point of pain as they meet the confines of your ribs. Your body feels like a cage he’s trying to coax some unknown creature from. The prickling of numbness in your thighs spreads, down to your kneecaps as your legs shake against his shoulders. His grip is unrelenting, cruel as the bite of cold steel yet as tender as velvet nuzzled against your cheek. 

In and out. 

Your lips move, yet no sound is formed. You aren’t sure what you’re trying to say, it feels like you lost the ability to form complex speech, maybe you never had it all. Maybe this is all that has ever existed. 

In and-

Staticky streaks of grey and white erupt behind your eyelids, screwed shut as your back arches, your fingers twisted in a white knuckle grip against the rumpled blankets. A silent wail, the body caught in free fall as stars bloom inside your head, the world collapsing in on itself as he never stops sucking, flicking his tongue against your clit like a drum beat marking time as you're flung to the far edges of your consciousness.

As you regain your voice, babbling in broken, breathy hitches he continues lavishing your throbbing clit, movements slowing in the smallest intervals. The pleasure ebbs into pain so rapidly it could give you whiplash, squeezing your thighs around his head in warning.

"Too much, s'too much baby," you pant, slurring, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck.

At your plea he does slow down, placing languid kisses against your puffy clit and nuzzling against your thigh, his stubble scratchy and grounding as your chest heaves. In the sunlight you feel like a lazy housecat, all stretched out and boneless, satisfaction rolling off you in waves as the brief flash of overstimulated pain clears.

A smirk crawls over your face as you feel him push your legs up more, rolling you upwards a bit by the hips until your ass is presented to him, legs still splayed while his hands cup and knead your cheeks. With a hum he dips back down, tongue sliding over the ring of muscle, experimentally prodding at your ass with messy slurps. You feel dizzy, incorporeal and weightless as your head rolls to the side, pillow mushing your cheek and hair tickling your nose as you lazily grip the backs of your thighs.

Leon eats ass for his own pleasure, you found that out fairly early. Turns out oral and anal fixations go hand in hand when it comes to him, any part of your body he can put his mouth on, really. You smile to yourself feeling his movements pick up speed, noticing the way he draws one hand away and you know without even looking that he's tugging at himself, your poor baby all leaky and needy again.

He whines against your hole, lapping at you still while you glance down, seeing his starry blue eyes begging you. He's been wonderfully adorable this morning, probably got so pent up while he was away, so you acquiesce.

"Can fuck mommy all you want, been so good to me." The words come out so lackadaisical it even surprises you a bit, but really, how could you say no when he looks like a little puppy begging for a treat?

You wonder, consistently, how he has such good stamina for a man in his forties. Men you'd been with previously always had little to no refractory period, always one selfish round of barely any fun. As his fingers inch inside the tight ring of flesh you sigh, holding your legs a little tighter to your chest you can't help but squeal. Leon couldn't be more different, in every regard.

The build up makes you bite down on your bottom lip, feeling the brief burn of your hole accepting his fingers as he lets strings of spit slide in a glittering rope from his mouth, dripping on your ass and squelching as his fingers drive it inside, over and over. Whines spill from your own mouth, unintelligible cries for him to give you more, give you everything.

Thankfully he doesn't have much patience for playing with you this morning, his own needs clearly driving his actions and you appreciate the selfishness. It means your own can be fed sooner as he takes his cock back in hand, giving you another perfect view of his girth as he slides it between your cheeks, over your soaked pussy, teasing himself just a little more. Before you get impatient he's pushing his pink twinged head against your hole with his thumb, making your mouth gape again feeling it squeeze inside centimeter by centimeter.

With an internal pop he gets past the initial ring, letting the tip sit heavy and thick inside you as you acclimate.

"Fuck, fuck- your ass is so perfect," he says it through gritted teeth as he bottoms out, hands pressing on the backs of your thighs so hard you can feel the pressure in your ribcage and those heavy balls sitting perfectly against you.

Your eyes roll back, drool dribbling from the corner of your mouth as he immediately sets a firm pace, harsh rhythm making your body bounce with each thrust like you're nothing but a ragdoll in his grasp.

The symphony playing in your bedroom is an ode to perversion; the obscene melody of your wheezed moans, the smack of his balls against you, his own barely legible babbling, all of it clashes in an overwhelming din, like cannon fire in your ears the blood rushes hard and fast through your brain as your body is pushed further and further into the mattress.

"Need to cum inside, god please let me cum inside mommy - shit," he's gasping, ragged as a marathon runner, blue eyes blown wide and his jaw slack as he drives into you again, again, again, cock pulsing inside you as you feel thick spurts of gooey warmth filling you up, threatening to squeeze out. Leon collapses on top of you unceremoniously, hips still spasming and grinding as he fucks cum even deeper inside, your hole fluttering and sore from his reckless pace.

Your hands, clammy with sweat, skip against the skin of his back as you rub soothing circles against his shoulders. He feels like he's on fire, a smoldering heap of embers covering you as he gasps against your chest, head buried between your breasts, already mouthing at them as he whimpers.

"It's okay," you coo, shushing him and guiding his wet, needy mouth back to your nipple. His eyes flutter shut, the picture of innocence, as he latches on and suckles at your breast, hips still moving in a faint circular rhythm as he keeps his semi stuffed inside you, the only sounds left in the bedroom being the occasional squelch of cum being pushed back inside your ass and the slurping at your nipple.

The sweat quickly settles balmy against your skin as you continue to absentmindedly stroke his back, his neck, card fingers through his tangled bangs. His spent balls feel comforting as they rest against your ass, the warm heft only adding to the full body coziness of having him on top of you.

Even grown men still have their milk teeth.

[mimble-sparklepudding]

OC Questions on the Seven Forms of Love.

A little list of OC questions based on the seven types of love identified in Ancient Greek thought. Obviously this is a highly simplified presentation of some quite complex philosophical concepts from Classical History, intended more for the purposes of entertainment than education. I also left out Mania, which is arguably an eighth type of love (Obsessive), because I'm keeping it mostly positive in these tricky times!

Eros – Romantic, Passionate Love.

Is your OC romantic in the traditional sense? Do they enjoy giving or receiving gifts of flowers or confectionary? Or are there other courtship traditions from their culture of origin that are important to them?

How important is sex to them in a relationship? Do they see it as something essential to their happiness? Would they be able to remain in a monogamous relationship with someone they loved without sex?

How do they feel about public displays of romantic affection? Does it make them uncomfortable? How do they feel if a romantic partner kisses them in public?

Do they believe in love at first sight? Have they ever developed a crush or romantic (or erotic) fixation upon a stranger based on their appearance alone?

How closely is their opinion of their own beauty (or lack thereof) linked to their confidence? Do they see themselves as more or less worthy of love or sex based on how attractive they feel?

Philia – Affectionate, Platonic Love.

Does your OC have a Best Friend? If they do then how long have they known each other and how did they meet? If they don't then do they have a close group of friends they love equally? Or are they more of a loner?

Does your OC find it easy to make friends? Or are there barriers to them doing so? If so then are these due to issues of inclination, communication, or something else entirely?

What qualities does your OC most value in a friend? Loyalty? Shared sense of humour? Or something else?

Is your OC able to build close friendships with people very different from themselves? Perhaps in terms of culture, age or personality?

What is their most fervent wish for their best friend(s)? How far would they go to make it happen?

Storge – Unconditional, Familial Love.

Did your OC's parents love them unconditionally? If so then has this helped them feel confident as an adult? If not then how has this affected them? What were the conditions their family attached to their relationship?

Does your OC have children? If so then how fiercely do they love them? If they have more than one then do they love them all equally? If they do not have children then is this part of their future plans?

How far does parental approval (imagined or expressed) impact upon their current sense of self-worth? What might they sacrifice or attempt to achieve in order to ensure the approval of their parents?

Does your OC have any siblings? If so then did their parents have a favourite growing up? Has their relationship with their sibling changed in adulthood? If they don't have any siblings then do they perhaps feel they have missed out on an important relationship? Do they have any especially close friends who go some way towards filling that role?

Is your OC able to love without necessarily needing or expecting reciprocation or reward? Or are all their relationships to some extent transactional? Have they ever loved another person unconditionally, whether a child or another adult?

Agape – Selfless, Universal Love.

Does your OC wish to make the world a better place? How far do they see that as being their responsibility? What lengths would they go to in order to help achieve this?

Does your OC feel a spiritual connection to the world around them? Do they have a particular love for nature or living things?

To what extent does your OC believe in the value (or even existence) of true altruism? Do they see an unselfish concern for the welfare of others as being naïve or foolish? Or as a moral quality to which people should aspire?

Does your OC have a religious faith which emphasises the importance of a love for all people? If so then do they try to follow these teachings authentically? Or do they just pay lip-service to them? If not then do they follow a more martial or mercantile faith? Or none at all?

Does your OC find it easy to empathise with their enemies? Or do they see it as important to dehumanise them in order to combat them with sufficient determination?

Ludus – Playful, Flirtatious Love.

Does your OC have any particular favourite chat up lines? If not for themselves then perhaps ones they have suggested to a friend? How effective do these tend to be?

Is your OC particularly skilled at flirting? Have they had to practice this or does it just happen naturally?

How does your OC feel about one night stands? Have they ever enjoyed a night of passionate romance with a stranger? Is this something they are quite keen on recreationally? Or only something they might engage in under specific circumstances (such as the eve of a battle or after a difficult breakup)?

Who was your OC's first crush? How do they feel about it now?

What seduction techniques are most likely to be effective when it comes to your OC? Are there some things guaranteed to get them going? Or are they immune to such things?

Pragma – Committed, Long-Lasting Love.

Is your OC in a committed long-term relationship (or relationships)? If so then what has contributed to this relationship lasting so well? If they are not in such a relationship, then is this something that saddens them or which they regret?

What is the biggest challenge that your OC has had to overcome in a long-term relationship or friendship? What helped them get through this?

Are your OC's parents still together? To what degree do they look to their own parents as a model for their own ideal relationship?

After the initial fires of passion cool to some degree, what would keep your OC engaged in a relationship? Shared goals? Similar values? Or contented companionship?

What importance or value does your OC attach to marriage? Do they believe that it is important to make a public statement of commitment to another person (or persons)? Or are they more concerned about inheritance rights and security for their family? Or do they not see marriage as a necessary signifier of commitment and loyalty?

Philautia – Self Love.

Does your OC have a healthy sense of their own worth and value? Or do they see themselves as failing to live up to their original potential? Perhaps they are convinced of their own sinful or inadequate nature?

Does your OC believe that it is important to love themselves in the first instance? Perhaps in order to be able to give and receive love authentically? Or because they believe first and foremost in "looking after number one"?

Does your OC judge themselves by the same standards as they apply to others? Or are they sometimes hypocritical in condemning others for faults they also possess? Or perhaps they find it easier to forgive others for things that they cannot abide in themselves?

Which of your OC's qualities makes them the most proud? Do they think more people should be like them in this regard? Or do they quite like being rare in possessing it?

Has your OC always had the same opinion of themselves or has this changed over time? Have they learned to love themselves - perhaps with the help of others - as their journey progressed? Or have the consequences of their actions only served to erode their sense of self-worth?

[a-purple-crow]

banner: justsomeaestheticsig (pinterest), dividers: aquazero, dollywons (tumblr)

content: argenti x gn!reader, sfw, hcs, 2nd person, reader is a member of the astral express

warning(s): perhaps ooc idk >_<

a/n: i love argenti sm so i had to give some hcs! :D

𝜗𝜚— when argenti met you he was head over heels. not just for the beauty visible to the eye — that is, your appearance — but that which he experienced while by your side. meaning, he loves your personality as well.

𝜗𝜚— so it did slightly break his heart when you told him you wanted to travel on the astral express instead of being with him as his companion. but, after a moment to consider, he really respects your decision; he is on his own path to find idrilla, and so he finds it admirable that you, too, are pursuing your own goals.

𝜗𝜚— when you do get the opportunity to see each other, expect to be showered with love and affection. argenti isn’t an overly affectionate man on a daily basis, but when he sees you his heart swells with all of the affection he realises he’s missed out on giving you, and he can’t help but let it burst forth. of course, if you’re uncomfortable, he refrains, but the urge is still very much present.

𝜗𝜚— he doesn’t mind what form of affection you prefer. he can conjure up beautifully-worded storms, smother you in kisses, whatever you want.

𝜗𝜚— has and will kneel at your feet, take your hand in his and kiss it, pledging his allegiance to you as a knight.

𝜗𝜚— sort-of loves when his antics embarrass you, because he loves to see your face go red. he finds your nervous laughter charming.

𝜗𝜚— whenever there’s music playing, doesn’t matter where, argenti will ask you to dance with him. he’ll lead if you want/need him to.

𝜗𝜚— constantly using pet names. “darling”, “my love”, “beloved”, “dearest”, etc etc.

𝜗𝜚— will let you without question do anything to his hair. so long as you don’t cut it, you can style it, put accessories in it, whatever. he will leave his hair as you’ve made it for the entire day.

𝜗𝜚— whenever he gets a chance to drop by the astral express, he brings you several gifts. flowers are standard fair (roses in your preferred colour), confectionaries from the planets he visits, as well as a love letter. his handwriting is very loopy so it’s difficult to read, so if you can’t decipher what he wrote he will happily read it to you. often, he signs his letters with a kiss mark — intriguing, since you’ve never seen him wear lipstick or anything that would leave such a mark.

𝜗𝜚— he would be absolutely delighted by anything you give to him. he loves earrings, always wearing something that you gave him.

𝜗𝜚— the rest of the express team are quite used to argenti showing up. he isn’t the only guest, but he’s usually the most frequent one. himeko will offer him coffee in the morning, march will usually rope him into any activities taking place in the evening. pom pom is always complaining about the rose petals he leaves everywhere and having to sweep them up.

𝜗𝜚— links his arm with your’s when the two of you walk together.

[amymaleneart]

Got an inspiration hit for @missterious-figure Wine and Feathers AU.

So here's the next part what I'm going to call,

"The Mail Service Trilogy."

Enjoy!

Another package has arrived and waiting for you at your desk. This time, it is for Moon. He doesn’t often order things for himself besides the usual basics of skincare and feather-care maintenance. What does surprise you is that this box came from a high-end confectionery store.

You know as their handler that hapries, or birds in general, cannot eat processed sugar. It’s technically not toxic to them, but consuming sugar still isn’t good for them since it’s not naturally found in nature. The only “sweets” they are allowed to have are the ones found in fruit. Granted, harpies can have a little but the casino has to order the sugary treats and syrups from a manufacturer that specialize in exotic pets. Otherwise they couldn’t enjoy their virgin cocktails while entertaining the guests.

(You found yourself cringe at the thought of any of the harpies labeled as “pets”.)

So it is definitely a surprise for you to find that Moon was able to order some from an unapproved establishment. How did he pull this off? You might as well find out so he doesn’t do this again. You bring the package with you so you can have evidence that he did, in fact, made this order since the invoice has his name as the buyer. For being a peacock, he does like to weasel out of situations that he causes.

You went out into the big aviary straight to the tree that Moon likes to perch in when he is in between shows.

“Moon! Where are you?” You continue to look up into the tree, expecting to at least see his long tail feathers with the blue and yellow eyes sticking out of the branches like a silvery waterfall, cascading down the brilliant greenery.

“Moon?”

This is starting to make you nervous because when he doesn’t come when he’s called, he’s usually going to…

You are suddenly picked up from behind with an indignity “yelp!” on your part, and whisk away into the trees like an eagle that caught himself a tasty fish. And you’re the fish.

Once settled, you found yourself being snuggle tightly against the white and blue torso of the mischievous harpy, while sitting comfortably on his incredibly yet strong lap.

“R-really M-moon? How m-many times have I t-told you n-not to do that,” you say as you tried and failed to keep the fluster out of your voice. You hear his devilish cackle at your expense as his response, snuggling his head into the nook of your neck. “But you sound so beautiful when you scream. I just have to hear it again.”

You can feel your whole body heats up to a point that you bet if this was a cartoon, you would turn into a thermometer as you go completely red. You start to quiver, causing you to shake with the package still somehow in your hand, causing a simple rattling noise. Moon finally takes notice and creates a happy trill at seeing the package.

“Wonderful. I was starting to think this will never show up.” Being completely stunned from his affection, Moon easily takes the box from your hands and opens it to reveal his order.

He pulls out an elegant f/c box of chocolates, tied in a satin blue ribbon with a familiar silver peacock feather pattern sewn into the fabric, letting the original packaging fall from the tree. He slowly unties the ribbon in a delicate manner, just to retie it to your neck in a cute little bow like a show puppy. Moon takes a moment to admire his work with his brilliant rose red eyes, as he stares ever so lovingly into your cherry red face.

After he gets his fill, he removes the lid of a box to expose the most delicious assortment of sweets you have ever seen.

It is when he grabs one between his gloved fingers that you finally snap out of it to shout, “Moon wait! You cannot eat tha–” Your urgent words get muffled as he slips one of the expensive confectionaries into your open mouth.

“Hush, little starlight. It’s not for me.” he says with his rumbling baritone voice.

Your eyes open wide as the sweet explodes with flavor as it melts in your mouth. Then you realize that is one of your favorite flavors!

You swallow down the tasty treat in order to ask, “How did you–” another one gets placed into your mouth.

Moon chuckles as he says, “I’ll tell you, but only if you let me feed you each and every treat that’s in. this. box.”

Part One: Done in an ask - Part Two: Here - Part Three: Over There

[btnclmrttn]

L Lawliet (Valentine's Day '24)

How unfortunate the reality must be that even on such a holiday, responsibilities prevail. Yes, just his luck, L is with his work. When is he not? It isn't like the world stops turning just for the sake of it, nor does crime cease itself for a celebratory occurrence. Never bothered him before he had another half of him to attend to. No matter. It isn’t a worthy enough excuse to hinder any sort of celebration of a holiday for you.

L has made enough sense of the tradition to know what to do. Flowers to express affection, confectionaries to your liking. As he had imagined this inconvenience would be the case, he had made arrangements significantly ahead of time. It shows from the second you wake up. From beside your bed, your bathroom hung in your shower, and in vases about your living space, your most preferred flowers, and ones that declare love and desire adorn your home. It's assumed either he or Watari was responsible for placing them about while you slept.

And of course, with a prestigious aesthetic to it, sweets took a space on your table, from sugary to fruity in a small tower behind a box that sizes to a dinner plate. A handwritten note on its top reads:

"My love, I hope you understand my absence on this occasion, and accept my apology for it. I intend to see you later this evening. I have confidence that today's progress will conclude this case. Please wear what is in this gift box. My plans for you will require it."

[letternotekisses]

Hi!!! Would you write hcs for mother gooseberry having feelings for a fem! Reagent…… I really love your content and would love to see more!!!

lesbian mother gooseberry is so dear to me...i love her <3

I like to think that Phyllis can be rather domestic outside of the trials. Her affections start small, catching you dominating the absolute hell out of some of the fun park games, and pouting softly to yourself when you miss the last throw. She also catches you marvelling at the root canal ride, and there's something so sweet and simple about you that lures her in. At first Gooseberry channels these feelings through an excessive amount of baking, Doctor Futterman had to berate Coyle into taking some of the pies because there was so many. The Cop didn't mind much - she's a damn good cook.

Eventually, Futterman gets (very loudly) fed up with her pining, and eventually she decides to approach you with possibly the most intricately decorated apple pie you've ever seen in your life. Mary Berry eat your heart out, because it is delicious. Phyllis is overjoyed you enjoy her treats, and she extends an invitation for you to hang around at the fun park more often. Taking her up on this offer grants bonuses, such as baked goods and a place to hideout from the other prime assets. Absolutely no one touches you on her turf, or they're met with a very angry Mother Gooseberry and Dr Futterman to match.

Eventually, when not in trials, you're always with Phyllis. You technically hadn't even asked one another out, but it was common knowledge that you were both together. She's doting and sweet, happy to share her space and everything else with you. She loves to have you hanging off of her arm, like you're a treasure she can parade around her domain. There's always the scent of sweets or confectionary in the air when she knows you're coming around.

Phyllis is affectionate, and if she's not cooking or baking to show her love - she'll be holding you close, gently stroking your hair or face. She even goes as far as to ignore Futterman's complaints because god your hair smells nice and she's so full of love. This also includes mandatory teeth checks, but don't worry, she'll leave the drill for the other reagents. They couldn't come close to hers. Make sure you floss and brush well though, otherwise Futterman will be grumpier than usual, and Phyllis will be squeezing your cheeks into a pout, worrying about a potential cavity ruining your lovely teeth :(

You share a bed that is piled high with pillows, blankets and soft plush toys. Futterman even has his own little duplicate! (he hates it)

[cerridwen007]

Candy Cane.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader (afab)

Word count: 1.6 k (18+ MINORS DNI!)

Summary: Frankie can’t help but stare as you suck on that candy cane, very reminiscent of some of your other favourite things to suck on.

Notes/warnings: SMUT, fluff, Frankie being an adorable cheeky menace, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, inappropriate use of a candy cane, swearing, no y/n, probs bad spanish. ( Let me know anything else if I missed it)

A/N: Yall, it's been way too long since I last posted, and for that, I'm very sorry. Work has been exhausting me, and I've just lacked motivation to do much writing. So take this early, smutty Christmas fic as my apology. Honestly, I don't know how good it is/how well editied it is as I wrote it in less than 24 hours as the idea just came to me as I was sitting down eating a candy cane, much like reader. Wink wink. Also, this is my first Frankie fic I've posted, so yay for that. I've got a few wips in progress for this cutie, so be ready for that. Likes, comments, and reposts are always appreciated. I'll post this to my A03 soon, which is linked in my bio, if you prefer reading on that platform. Hope yall enjoy.❤️🫶

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Frankie couldn't help but let his jaw drop in awe of you unconsciously sucking on a candy cane very reminiscent of how you sucked his dick merely a few days ago. How you always sucked his dick so good, leaving him a pathetic whining mess. His dick was throbbing as he watched your delicate fingers hold the curved end, twisting it up and into your mouth while your mouth bobbed up and down.  An unbothered look on your face as you read your book, completely unaware of the effect you were having on your boyfriend sitting on the couch on the other side of the room from you.

Frankie can't help but groan a little,  just loud for you to hear as it escapes the back of his throat. You look over to the other side of the room, where he sits on the couch palming his hard length through his jeans; sports playing on the tv long forgotten, as he stares at you with glazed over, dark eyes. Your smile grows wide when you realise just how you had been affecting him with such a mindless innocent action. Your hand holding the candy cane drops, leaving only your teeth to uphold the fruity, striped stick. 

“You alright, sweetheart? You seem a little…distracted there.” You tease him as your eyelids droop to a flirtatious look.

He coughs a little before he answers, stumbling over his words. “Y-yeah, I'm doing real good, baby.”

You hum around the sweet confectionary, very reminiscent of a moan of pleasure, making sure to hollow your cheeks as the tart flavor hits your tongue.

“Wanna taste, baby? You're looking awfully desperate to have something sweet.” You say, holding the confectionary out to him, with your eyebrow raised.

He groans, squeezing his crotch, not managing to get out any words or approval other than an enthusiastic nod. You chuckle to yourself as you slowly get out of your seat and walk over to stand in front of Frankie. You lean down and place your hands on his knees, batting your eyelashes at him. One of your hands reaches up and twists the candy cane so the whole straight part disappears down your throat before it pulls it out again and you hold it out for Frankie to lick. He surprises you as he wraps his big hands around your back and hips and grabs you quickly to straddle his lap. 

“Frankie!” You giggle, taken off guard, leaving your smooth, sexy facade down for a second.

“Sorry, mi vida. Needed to have my sugar fix as close as possible.”

He kisses you with such fervour it takes you a moment to kiss him back, caught off guard as you both moan into the kiss.

You pull back with a smirk and hold out the candy cane again for him to suck. He grins as he takes the sweet treat into his mouth and groans, still tasting you in his mouth from the kiss and on the candy cane.

“Mmmh delicious sweetheart, but nothing will ever taste nearly as good or as sweet as you, mi amor.”

He twists his body again and throws you back onto the couch, causing you to fall into a fit of giggles.

He grins against your skin as kisses down your jaw, creating a path down your neck and collar, down between your breasts through your shirt. He shuffles down the couch, continuing to trace his lips down your body, slowly removing every bit of clothing that gets in the way of his lips tasting your skin. You can feel his hard cock throbbing against you as he slides his way down, matching the throbbing pulse of your clit. 

“Frankie…” you whine as he reaches your hips, pulling down your sweats slowly off your legs, tossing them somewhere on the floor. A devilish grin orderned on his beautiful face as he lowers his head, breathing in the scent of your arousal through your panties before biting the lacy fabric and moving them off you with his teeth. His hands are holding up your legs for better access as follows the curves of your calf. He tosses your panties to the ground and begins to plant soft kisses and bite down your raised legs all the way back down to your dripping heat.

Your face hurts from smiling as you watch Frankie show you his playful love and affection, he grins back at you and cups your face gently with one hand, to which you nuzzle into. He lowers his face back between your thighs and finally takes a firm lick up your folds, making you both moan. He has to reach down and palm himself through his uncomfortably tight jeans yet again  as he sucks your clit and licks into your oozing hole, muttering to himself about how good you taste. He reaches up to grab at your wrist and pin it into the couch before trying to grasp at what you're still holding; the candy cane. He looks up at you with dark eyes when his finger plucks it from your grasp and holds it to your mouth. 

You immediately suck it deep into your mouth before he can even ask. He growls before removing it from your red lips and dragging it down your body. He sucks it back into his mouth before running it back and forth through your folds, catching it deliciously on your clit every time, he watches in awe as your body shakes and squirms, telling of your impending orgasm as it reaches its peak.

“Come for me sweet girl.”

You become a babbling mess of incoherent swears as Frankie works you through your high. He fucks the candy cane into your cunt, following everwhere he traces it with his tongue, moaning at the sweet, delicious taste of you and the candy cane. He brings you to another high quickly after, enjoying another round of your sweet release hitting his tongue. Only stopping when you push his head away, pussy worn and oversensitive.

He kisses your inner thighs and works his way back up your body, licking up the sticky trail the candy cane left earlier, you grab both sides of his face and kiss him deeply, moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue. You pull away after a few minutes to catch your breath and bite your lip. Pupils blown wide staring at the man that you love so deep with all of your being. You knew you just had to return the favour, especially because the thought of you sucking his cock started this whole thing in the first place. 

After littering his swollen lips and red face with soft kisses, you begin to sit up to change your position, pushing your hands firmly against Frankie's chest to push him back against the back of the couch before sliding down to your knees in front of him. His cock is aching, he whines a little as he watches you undo his belt and zipper, pulling his pants off in one go.

You palm him through his black boxers, the front covered in a pre-cum stain. You look up at his disheveled state through your eyelashes, your eyes blown wide with lust. He swallows harshly as you reach under the band of his underwear and pull out his hefty length. He watches you licking your lips from the last of the sweet residue coating them, your mouth watering from the salty flavor soon to be gracing your tongue.

You lean your head forward and let a big glob of spit drop onto the tip, quickly lubing him up with your hand and small slow strokes. Your lips envelope his furiously swollen tip, tongue twisting around the curves. His hand falls to your jaw, holding it softly, a plea to keep going, don't stop. His head falls, eyes squeezing shut before he forces himself to not miss anymore of the gorgeous sight of you before him on your knees.

Your other hand reaches out, playing with and lightly squeezing his balls. Your other hand tightens its grip around his girth, strokes growing faster. You pull your mouth off him, raising his cock up, so you can dip your head and lick up from the bottom of his length all the way back up to his head and through his slit. You mouth quickly attaches back onto him, sensing he is close by his mumbled praises, and his desperate “fuck”s that has you clenching your thighs together as the throbbing returns.

You turn your head to the side a bit so the tip of him is sticking out prominently through your reddened checks as you bob up and down on the tip. The sight combined with your sinful, moans causes Frankie to suddenly shoot his load into your mouth giving you little warning other than a loudly groaned “Fuck” as the salty cum fills your mouth. You make a show of swallowing till every drop is gone, licking your lips and then opening your mouth wide to show Frankie that you had indeed swallowed all it.

Through his post orgasim bliss, sweaty and heaving, he manages to reach down and give you a messy, sloppy kiss. The taste of both of your pleasures being exchanged between the both of you. You pull away and sigh deeply, letting some much needed air into your lungs, as you rest your head on his naked thigh, looking up at him lovingly. He caresses your check, affectionately. You both open your mouths at the same time to say that “you'll have to buy some more candy canes soon.” Making you both fall into a fit of laughs. It really was going to be a sweet holiday season.

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[kentosdoll]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝑁𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛 headcanons .ᐟ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ mr autism feat. his antics

content: sfw wc: 623

a/n: look, i know there is a small minority of us in the jjk fandom that believes nanami kento is autistic, so this post won't appeal to the masses. if you don't like this, nor agree with it, that's fine (that's why fanon and au's are cool). just don't be a dickhead and leave mean comments. also, this was co-written by my beloved sibling @lesbian-choso. go check out his blog; they make lovely traditional art.

banner credits:⠀@/dollienini + @/chilumitos

Flat affect — no explanation needed.

Stims: jiggling his watch, cracking his knuckles and other joints, pacing around.

This man cannot stand loud noises, though controlled loud sounds, like listening to his screamo playlist, is totally fine.

I firmly believe he sleeps like a dead person at an open-casket funeral. His bed sheet is in a straight line across his chest, with his arms lying flat on either side of his torso — Back Sleeper™️. Best believe he can't sleep unless his room is 18°C, with his bedsheets and duvet even on each side of the bed, and a fresh bottle of water on his bedside table (in case he wakes up and feels parched).

Whilst he isn't a fan of journals and diaries, Kento makes sure to regularly update his calendar on his phone, as well as the one attached to Outlook.

Spreadsheets and to-do lists, he thrives off of these. How else is he to keep up with life?

He is very aware of the fabrics and textures that make contact with his skin. This is why his wardrobe is predominantly made up of soft materials like cotton and cashmere. If he has to wear anything woollen, a lightweight layer of clothing goes underneath; he can't stand the itchiness.

Kento doesn't like mixing cold and warm food, and he tries his best to keep the food on his plate from touching each other (this doesn't apply to food like fried rice).

He irons his bedsheets and underwear — don’t ask. Kento also regularly washes his curtains and steams them once they’re dry (no creases, he hates them).

Exclusively purchases one type of deodorant; it has something to do with the smell and texture. He can’t stand aerosols because of the intensity of their smell (it gets into the back of his throat), and the gel deodorants feel uncomfortable on his underarms. Kento also isn’t a fan of perfume, though, there was one he liked that he stocked up on. Sadly, he hasn’t been able to find anything similar.

“Don’t come in the kitchen whilst I'm cooking.” — Kento to Satoru when he senses him about to step in. He can't share the space, it becomes claustrophobic.

Baking is his special interest; he has an absurd amount of information about this art form stored in his noggin. Dare I say he would own a bread encyclopaedia if it existed. Whilst bread is his favourite form of baked good, from time to time, he attempts to make confectionary, specifically those made of phyllo pastry. On the rare occasion, he might bake a pie or cake.

This man owns a lint roller because of his pet cats; he is not a first-time cat owner. Whilst his home is relatively clean, he can't help but feel the need to pick up those stray cat hairs. He doesn't want to accidentally get any in his mouth.

Speaking of his home, Kento's apartment is relatively minimalist, though the colour palette is warm and welcoming (lots of blues and browns). The only part of his home that is “messy” is one nook in his living room. The bookcase is overflowing with unread books, some sitting in neat stacks on the floor, whilst others are in cardboard boxes acting as surfaces for his potted plants. There are a few old newspapers and magazine recipes strewn on his desk, a cold cup of coffee, and two pen holders jam-packed with various dry markers and inkless pens. It's a sort of organised chaos.

He exclusively wears slippers and thongs/flip-flops indoors. He can’t stand walking around barefoot, it’s uncomfortable, and he doesn’t like his feet being cold or picking up any hair, lint, or crumbs that collect on the floor (despite his home being borderline sterile).

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[cravingsfromatwistedone]

could i get some hop headcanons (pkmn swsh) both fluff and yandere with a fem reader, thxs!

FLUFF AND YANDERE HEADCANONS FOR PROFESSOR! HOP [ HEADCANONS / FLUFF + YANDERE ]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HELLO, DARLING! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING THIS ! I HAD SUCH A BLAST WRITING THIS AND IT JUST MAKES ME WANT TO REPLAY SWSH AGAIN TO SEE HIM !! ANYWAYS, I HOPE IT'S TO YOUR LIKING AND ENJOY READING IT, MY DARLING ! YANDERE HEADCANNONS ARE UNDER READ-MORE ! FOR YANDERE HEADCANONS: TW: BREACH OF PRIVACY/BOUNDARY, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOUR, STALKING, FORCED RELATIONSHIP, GASLIGHTING, MANIPULATION, GUILT-TRIPPING COERCION PROFESSOR! HOP X FEM! READER

╭───────────────── ╰──➤ (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ FLUFF ♥

┊❥ Hop is the sweetest boyfriend you could ever ask for!!

┊❥ Now that he's a full fledged Pokémon professor, he doesn't have much time with you but he makes it up with leaving presents littered across your shared house !!

┊❥ The presents vary from just a small sweet confectionary treat to actual jewelleries, like silver bracelets and necklaces placed in ribbon wrapped boxes (his family is pretty-well off thanks to Leon when he was Champion)

┊❥ Sometimes, the presents he leaves are just so huge that they stick out like a sore thumb so it's obvious where he hid it (he thinks he's smart for placing them like that)

┊❥ One time, he had left a wrapped plushie of your favourite Pokémon in one of the kitchen cabinets that the door itself couldn't be shut right ! The gift then soon fall flat on your face right after, it's a good thing that it wasn't heavy or else it would've hurt !

┊❥ Once he's done with his research at the laboratory, he puts his phone on Do Not Disturb mode for the entire rest of the day and directs all of his focus on you only, littering kisses all over your face as you greet him by the door

┊❥ He'll draw circles on your tummy as he hugs you from behind, his chin tucked into your shoulder while you cook up lunch/dinner and just relishing the scent of your shampoo and the food

┊❥ Hop just loves, loves whispering praises to you, how he's just grateful to have you in his life and that he'll never trade it up for anything in the world while interlacing his fingers with your own; it's such an intimate moment for the both of you ! !

┊❥ On his off-days, Hop will just spend the day laying in bed with you, flashing those golden eyes of his so that you'd stay with him longer, his lips pressed to your cheek and arms wrapped snugly around your figure

┊❥ You'll find yourself in his more often than you realize, the male is very keen on physical affection behind closed doors where he can simply scoop you up and twirl you around as if you weight nothing ! And partially, because he wants to show off his sculpted build after working hard on it over the years so please, compliment him lots and lots about it !

╭───────────────── ╰──➤✖✖🔪 YANDERE ❤︎ ✖✖

┊❥ The first he had laid eyes on you, he knew he just had to have you all to himself ! It was simply love at first sight ! He can still even faintly remember how fast his heartbeat was on that day

┊❥ The amount of times he had followed you back home was incomprehensible, the male simply watching and admiring the way you keep on turning around to try and catch a glimpse of the shadowy figure before hurrying back; he thinks it's so cute !

┊❥ Everyone knows how kind and sweet Hop is, so nobody would really believe you if you were to say that Hop was the one standing next to your bedroom window every night; he's just too innocent to do such a horrible thing !

┊❥ Hop uses Leon to get you to him, he knows how much influence his big brother has so he doesn't feel an ounce of guilt when he sees Leon usher you into the laboratory, his brother's hand holding on tight to your wrist so you wouldn't run away while he excitedly explains that his relationship with you is secured

┊❥ He keeps you under lock and key at another house Leon bought for him, one that's far from civilization so even if you did managed to escape; know that you'll running for miles in the middle of nowhere until he comes and finds you before dragging you back to the house

┊❥ Hop doesn't see any of his actions wrong, in fact, he's in the right for doing this to you. How could you think that you deserve to be with someone else? No one would treat you as good as he does, you'll never want to find someone else once you get a taste of his love. His unbridled, ruthless love that he bottles up in his heart meant solely for you

┊❥ He'll actively manipulate everyone and anyone by putting on a sad face and tearfully expresses to them how you never seem to reciprocate his feelings, how you always seem to be so distant with him in the public eye. Soon enough, everyone you know will keep on pestering you, scolding you, insulting you to try and be a better lover to Hop; he's just that good

┊❥ While he's away at work, Hop keeps an eye on you by discreetly placing a tracker in your phone, where he can check your messages and who have you been frequently in contact with, despite the many complaints you've yelled at him once you found out about it, he doesn't bat an eye as he smiles sweetly at you. It's almost like he enjoys getting on your nerves

┊❥ If you keep on resisting him throughout the many months where he had been nothing but patient with you, the love in his golden eyes turn cold. He keeps a hand wrapped around your throat as he lovingly whispers that if you do resist one last time, he'll make sure to strip everything you have one by one until you're left with nothing. He'll make sure to bring your reputation down into a ditch so he knows you'll come back crying to him to make everything 'better' again

┊❥ If you stayed obedient however, the Pokémon professor will be over the moon. He does let up in his advances just a tad bit, the male being more compliant to your whines of wanting to go out of the house (under the condition that he's there with you) or even letting you have a friend or two but never more than four. He doesn't want you running off with them, after all !

[chickensarentcheap]

@tragiclyhip

The answers, finally! lol

@secretaryunpaid @watermeezer @youflickedtooharddamnit @bardic-tales

And anyone else of course!

Is your OC romantic in the traditional sense? Do they enjoy giving or receiving gifts of flowers or confectionary? Or are there other courtship traditions from their culture of origin that are important to them?

How important is sex to them in a relationship? Do they see it as something essential to their happiness? Would they be able to remain in a monogamous relationship with someone they loved without sex?

How do they feel about public displays of romantic affection? Does it make them uncomfortable? How do they feel if a romantic partner kisses them in public?

Does your OC find it easy to make friends? Or are there barriers to them doing so? If so then are these due to issues of inclination, communication, or something else entirely?

Is your OC able to build close friendships with people very different from themselves? Perhaps in terms of culture, age or personality?

Does your OC have any siblings? If so then did their parents have a favourite growing up? Has their relationship with their sibling changed in adulthood? If they don't have any siblings then do they perhaps feel they have missed out on an important relationship? Do they have any especially close friends who go some way towards filling that role?

Does your OC feel a spiritual connection to the world around them? Do they have a particular love for nature or living things?

What seduction techniques are most likely to be effective when it comes to your OC? Are there some things guaranteed to get them going? Or are they immune to such things?

After the initial fires of passion cool to some degree, what would keep your OC engaged in a relationship? Shared goals? Similar values? Or contented companionship?

Does your OC believe that it is important to love themselves in the first instance?

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Esme enjoys spoiling the people she loves with the things she knows THEY love. So for Tyle,r it would be watches or surfboards to add to his collections. And she would bake for him as well: he especially enjoys her Boston Cream and key lime pieces and strawberry tarts and she always maese him two birthday cakes, including one just for him to eat.

Sex was never important to her before she met Tyler. She'd never been with a partner who had been invested in her pleasure, and the abuse from Mark had turned her off all sexual contact. When she and Tyler met, she had gone eighteen months without even feeling the slightest bit of sexual attraction for someone of the opposite sex. She likely would have gone the rest of her life simply taking care of things herself lol. But, fate intervened and with him, sex became something she craved. As often as possible.

She LOVES PDA. Being kissed, hugged, her hand held, an arm around her, a hand on the small of her back. She enjoys the feeling of knowing that someone can't get enough of her, and it sends the message she'd clearly taken.

Esme finds it extremely easy to make friends. She's very bubbly, warm, and welcoming and people are drawn to her.

She has friends that are quite the opposite of her. Nik for example: who is one hundred present dedicated to the job and normally very serious compared to Esme's infectious, light hearted demeanour and her desire to be away from that life and be 'normal' for a change.

Esme has five older brothers, and was only close to the fifth (Kyle, a firefighter in Denver, Colorado). Esme was a change of life baby, and her mother never lets her forget it. Or that she was never wanted and has been nothing but a mistake and a disappointment. She is however extremely close to her step-sister, Riley.

She definitely feels a connection to land and water. She loves to wander around barefoot (even gardening in her bare feet) and enjoys spending time growing vegetables and fruits (she even talks and signs to her plants, as we found out through little Brooklyn) and with the various animals on their hobby farm.

When a man is open and honest about what he wants, that is a huge turn on to her. Which is why she gave it up so easily with Tyler. He's never one to be fake or put on any aires, and it was very refreshing.

There's still a lot of lust between her and Tyler, but what really drives their relationship and their marriage is the mutual fondness and respect for each other: they have learned to nurture every aspect of what they are in one another's lives. They are each other's best friends and behave like it: teasing and shit talking one another are a strong element in that friendship. They just love and lust one another, they LIKE each other. And they both want the same thing: a quiet, unassuming, normal life.

No. Because she believes that the right person -and loving hem- can lead you on a path of self discovery and self love.

[kaurwreck]

Hello, i feel like you'd be very interested in this topic---i just wanna say, the real Yosano's life was quite bitter and very dispiriting, T- T she was exiled from infancy and was only removed from the prison of neglect when her father mistook her large forehead as a sign of intelligence (her father, was apparently an ardent believer of eugenics and wanted to produce superior human beings) and she was sent to school only @ the age of three.

It kindaaa made me think of how BSD Yosano was drafted from the candy shop because, too, of a sign of something valuable and special---the real Yosano was only noticed by her father when she seemed indicative of intellect while BSD Yosano was chosen specifically due to her potential to be of use i am biting my fist!! i am about to SCREAM!!

Also her father (the real Yosano) inherited a confectionary shop and i think it was mentioned in the manga that she (BSD yosano) was drafted from a candy shop, so i guess it's not too far fetched to assume, if we try to parallel them, that the candy shop BSD Yosano was taken from to serve the military was actually run by her family---she was taken from her family, however, the author Yosano didn't have a particularly strong familial love due to the neglect and indifference of her family and servants to her so it made me think that BSD Yosano saw being chosen by Mori as a chance to finally be acknowledged and be seen as someone who is capable of something bc the real Yosano's father looked down on her because she is a girl and even left their household for a week upon knowing that the child Yosano's mother gave birth to was not a boy AAAAAAARGHHH am only at the beginning of this biography book (Janine Beichman - Embracing the Firebird_ Yosano Akiko and the Birth of the Female Voice in Modern Japanese Poetry-University of Hawaii Press (2002)) but AHH it's making me feral!!

Also if this ends up being annoying or something ur not interested in please feel free to ignore my ramblings/gen issoki

This isn't annoying at all! Nurture your heart and tenderness towards Yosano Akiko as you move through her life; there will come a point at the very end where it may feel like she's betrayed you (or at the very least, she may leave you feeling conflicted). But I think compassion can (and should) remain constant, even where our opinions, complaisance, and favor need to be pliable and subject to revision.

I didn't know much about her early life before, so this was really informative and well received. Her parents' neglect and abandonment contrasts starkly with how fiercely she loved and supported her own children. I think, knowing this, I have an inkling of understanding into how the principles she held at the end of her life could have become so different from the principles that defined her early career.

Those are also very on-point parallels to bsd!Yosano, and add nuance to the circumstances that brought her to Mori. I agree that the parallels really emphasize how important Mori, his affection for her, and his faith in her competence were to her; which is why he was so capable of destroying her sense of self when he prioritized her skill over her humanity.

Thank you for sharing the title of the biography you're reading; I look forward to seeking it out!

[bite-the-bloody-hand]

Oooh! I want to learn more about Zell!

Eros 1, Eros 3, Philautia 2, Philautia 3?

Excellent thank you so much!

For the 7 Forms of Love ask game

Eros 1 Is your OC romantic in the traditional sense? Do they enjoy giving or receiving gifts of flowers or confectionary? Or are there other courtship traditions from their culture of origin that are important to them?

Zell is very much a romantic, and likes to blend gestures of affection from both of the cultures he was raised in. Gifts of flowers are common, but rather than the usual bouquet (or bouquets, in certain cases) he will leave smaller flowers or tiny bundles of flowers and herbs among the belongings of whoever he's courting. If he's genuinely interested in someone, he makes little bone carvings for them*. He doesn't have much of a sweet tooth, so if someone were to gift him with confectionary he'd want to share it with the gifter, partially so it doesn't go to waste and partially to signal his mutual interest. He's really quite subtle compared to traditional courtship, but he feels he's being extremely direct with these gestures. In an ideal situation, he would spend time working with the family of his intended to get to know them better, and to prove he's a good partner.

Eros 3 How do they feel about public displays of romantic affection? Does it make them uncomfortable? How do they feel if a romantic partner kisses them in public?

He's never been in a relationship that included public displays of affection, but is certainly not avoidant of them. He prefers to match his partner's energy; if they're willing, he will go the full Gomez in public with ZERO shame. Otherwise, he's perfectly comfortable with more discreet ways of showing affection in public: little smiles, glances, sharing things, and so on.

A partner who doesn't normally go for public displays of affection kissing him in public will have to accept the risk of him one-upping it into a full romantic dip kiss, he is incorrigible when provoked.

Philautia 2 Does your OC believe that it is important to love themselves in the first instance? Perhaps in order to be able to give and receive love authentically? Or because they believe first and foremost in "looking after number one"?

Ooh this is a. Complicated one for Zell. He puts on a lot of jovially arrogant bravado when he's 'working' but in reality loving himself is an extremely difficult task. He did once, but being conscripted into the Hellknights beat a lot of his self-esteem down into an angry little jagged chunk that is very protective of itself while still not immune to anxiously meditating on the possibility that he was a mistake and is doomed to loneliness and wanting to be treated with kindness is too much to ask. He tries hard to find things to love about himself; it's a process, but he IS trying, even if it's just to spite those that would see him fail.

Philautia 3 Does your OC judge themselves by the same standards as they apply to others? Or are they sometimes hypocritical in condemning others for faults they also possess? Or perhaps they find it easier to forgive others for things that they cannot abide in themselves?

Haha that last one, definitely. He's so very self-deprecating and judgmental of his own self that he can't help but be sympathetic to people who have similar issues. He gets the struggle, gets how much of it is convincing yourself it's worthwhile to keep going. In his heart is the constant war between hope and despair; he champions hope but despair is a truly powerful foe.

*For Daeran, he first made a lotus (in lieu of a swamp), and then Princess Peridot and Baron Feldspar. The latter two he painted to look like their respective stones.

[boyslit]

actually did i ever ramble on here about my 'fake'/fan hsr region? aside from posting Maraschino's combat kit and lines because he's my special 4★ princess

it all kicked off bc of this picrew 👇 my friend found and i loved making little elves with pink hair and then they started putting a story together in my head without my say-so lol

The Stellaron affecting Celarys is actually a half of one and its slowly going mad trying to find it's other half (which is also trying to get home to its counterpart).

The planet itself is largely agriculture and manufacturing for an extremely large confectionary conglomerate, and millennia of farming the land and consuming food grown on it has eventually changed the populaces' hair and skin to be tinted bright pink :3 there's some kind of harmless chemical that does this, don't worry too much about it

So that Stellaron half that's out and about was originally harvested as a gemstone, used to decorate an intricate clock and sold far away for like a bajillion dollars. But the Stellaron half wants to go home, and so anyone who has it ends up wanting to visit Celarys...

Previous owners had either had the clock stolen from them or ended up visiting Celarys without the clock, suddenly couldn't remember why they'd wanted to come here so bad and identified the clock as a cursed item and promptly got rid of it, and eventually it ends up in the stash of a rare antiques dealer. The Stellaron half is fed the fuck up at this point, and is basically making this poor man lose his mind, filling his head with nightmares and threats of her doesn't take this fucking clock to some pink little planet at the edge of some galaxy. He finds someone there interested in strange antiques and sells it to the CEO of the confectionary company, President Marinelo Rousseau, who delights in it's cursed history bc he's a weirdo and displays it with his collection of other histories strange antiques.

And where there's a Stellaron, there's mental manipulation and disaster, and also often the Astral Express :3

The president's mental focus and emotional stability take a major hit, and his son Marcelle who's being groomed to take over his position when he retires in a few hundred years starts worrying big time. Between him and the trusted CFO they manage to get him to take a leave of health, but his condition worsens, he starts slipping in the middle of the night to god knows where and returning with wild eyes and dirt under his fingernails. (The Stellaron is making him dig to find his other half buried in the mountainside. He really should have just asked the local miners about it but both halves are half-mad with the grief of not being whole and desperation to reunite, so neither the Stellaron pieces nor the president are making good choices)

Meanwhile, since this is a Stellaron we're talking about, there's all sorts of shit going haywire. The president's recent insistence on increased production and potential deal with the ipc, the stress on the agricultural and manufacturing workers leading to dissatisfaction and organizing in both factors, lobbies in the government from not only ag and manu but also mining because they're also in proximity to the buried Stellaron half and are feeling a desperate need to expand their tunnels unconnected to production directives

The face of the agriculture union movement is a tough rancher named Anaïs who honestly didn't mean to be the driving force behind all this but increased demands are putting stress on her beloved dairy cattle and thus must be stopped.

There are of course weather disturbances affecting crops and livestock and also daily life on the planet. The governor and her assistant are running around putting out fires, so to speak, regarding these issues, especially because the agricultural and livestock products are a huge part of their economy. There are a few Senators looking to take advantage of the chaos but they're less fleshed out lol

eventually the Astral Express crew gets wind of this, March and the trailblazer get excited about the snacks they'll be able to find there, and they arrive to help root out the Stellaron

Marcelle has called his older brother (Lieutenant) Marinelo (Junior) back to Celarys to help. Marinelo arrives about when the express does, recognizes the big train and knows they might be able to help, after news of all the places they've helped out with great disasters.

The dock where the express starts isn't that far from the heart of the main city Rosaire, but Marcelle sets them up in the guest manor on their grounds both as an apology for having to beg their help and to station them closer to important spots in Rosaire and the surrounding land. Let the investigation begin!

Marcelle begrudgingly allows them to contact his little brother Maraschino who is, for most appearances, a drunken philanderer wasting his father's money on personal pleasure... but the truth is that he's got a masterful network of connections and information and has been keeping an eye on the goings-on around the city ever since his dad went off the deep end. He does try to hit on Himeko though and March and the TB close ranks to remind him in no uncertain terms that their mom that himeko is off limits! especially to *you.*

Dan Heng assists with information on stellarons and previvous encounters, Lt Marinelo allows him access to the Rousseau family library which is quite extensive. also. there is a mutual crush there. :3c and Marinelo is worried about acting on it because humans live such a short time compared to Sucrelves which is on average 500 or so years

during the investigation they cross paths with a journalism student who's trying to track down these weird rumors about the Rousseau Confectionary Company's president and his mysterious illness. Laurent Vivier is also keeping tabs on, and writing articles about, the work the governor is doing and the workplace organizing, but this has been his secret passion project ever since he heard the rumor about the president sneaking out at night to go digging in the mountainside with his hands.

anyway that's kind of where i've gotten to with it. but it just keeps kind of expanding on its own, and when I get stuck sometimes I go back to the picrew and play around with character ideas lol

pink hair is fun :) but also dangerous, because sometimes you end up with an entire new region for your favorite game in your head

[blondieebruce]

AJAX CREED as greek loves;

a ���get to know your oc” post, but I’ll do it with the ones that fit them best

Eros - Romantic, Passionate Love.

1. Is your OC romantic in the traditional sense? Do they enjoy giving or receiving gifts of flowers or confectionary? Or are there other courtship traditions from their culture of origin that are important to them?

Definitely, Ajax loves to show his genuine affection and devotion. From being raised in such a cold household, he likes to reassure his love to his partner in many ways.

ex: cooks Calum’s favorite dish; gifts him books and trinkets; makes rose shaped shadows to give it to him

2. How important is sex to them in a relationship? Do they see it as something essential to their happiness? Would they be able to remain in a monogamous relationship with someone they loved without sex?

Despite being well used to have sexual relationships and enjoying it , Ajax puts his partner’s well being above it all. He sees sex in a relationship as one of the many ways to express love and intimacy, so he would not feel any less loved or cherished by his partner as long as they have a well established and trusting relationship.

3. How do they feel about public displays of romantic affection? Does it make them uncomfortable? How do they feel if a romantic partner kisses them in public?

Due his time period usual discrimination it was not very safe to display affection throughout his dating years. However, Ajax can never keep his hands to himself, almost unconsciously having an arm around Calum; or giving him a like peck on the cheek; put his hand over his or over his thigh when they are sat side by side. He appreciates the same energy returned, but probably would act shy and surprised from the take of iniciative.

4. Do they believe in love at first sight? Have they ever developed a crush or romantic (or erotic) fixation upon a stranger based on their appearance alone?

Literally his whole first interaction with Calum. Ajax was instantly obsessed and curious over him, it could be called love at first sight in a way.

5. How closely is their opinion of their beauty (or lack thereof) linked to their confidence? Do they see themselves as more or less worthy of love or sex based on how attractive they feel?

Ajax’s physical appearance does give him a good amount of confidence which makes him more invested in taking care of his good looks, but no in a way that alters his overall perception of deserving love of not. However, he does have insecurities regarding the notion of being loved by someone else, it’s just not linked to his beauty.

He is sure he can be desired, just not sure of how that would be enough to make someone develop genuine infatuation towards him.

[wonda-fhr]

For forms of love questions:

Eros 1 + Philia 1 for Justin!

and for Lia one question of choice 🧡

Hey, thanks for your questions for the 7 forms of love. 💖 For Justin Philia

Does your OC have a Best Friend? If they do then how long have they known each other and how did they meet? If they don't then do they have a close group of friends they love equally? Or are they more of a loner?

From the outside, Justin seems to have a lot of friends. His conspicuously cheerful and lovable nature magically attracts many. The same goes for his entire mob, or Ortega. But even though Justin has grown very fond of some of these people, he knows that what they like is just an act, and he shouldn't expect the affection he feels in return. They're a bit like fish in an aquarium, you feed them, you care for them, you love them, but you can't expect them to reciprocate in the same way. They can't because you remain a moving picture behind glass.

Because he doesn't accept any of the friendships he has, he is very lonely. And since he's not willing to invest (or risk) anything of his real self to have a real friendship, that definitely makes him a loner. A loner smiling in the midst of fake friends.

Eros

Is your OC romantic in the traditional sense? Do they enjoy giving or receiving gifts of flowers or confectionary? Or are there other courtship traditions from their culture of origin that are important to them? In a relationship, Justin's feelings about gifts and romance change drastically. What used to be pompous, fancy, and over-the-top becomes very down-to-earth and real in a well-functioning relationship. He loves romance in the sense of candlelight, walks, and a nice dinner. He likes to receive small gifts, but not flowers. They are always the wrong choice. You can never go wrong with something sweet. If he gives pralines, they are homemade, but he rarely says so. The best gifts you can give him are the things that happen because you pay attention to him. A warm blanket because you noticed he was cold without him saying so. A glass of water because you've noticed that (once again) he hasn't had enough to drink all day. To him, these things are the epitome of romance in a relationship.

For Lia Pragma

After the initial fires of passion cool to some degree, what would keep your OC engaged in a relationship? Shared goals? Similar values? Or contented companionship?

The fire is cooling down? That could be a problem. Lia doesn't necessarily care about shared interests. But if there aren't any, the chances of getting to know her well enough for a relationship are minimal. That's why they are always part of her relationships, which benefits both partners. In Lia's life there is always a goal that she is pursuing, it doesn't have to be the same as her partner's, but it is very important to her that they help each other achieve their goals. She likes to put her own aside to support her partner best. But the fire of passion should never be overly cooled. She enjoys the stability of a long-term relationship. However, both parties need to be able to rekindle the fire. If the fire cannot be rekindled to anything more than a hot water bottle, then it's time for her to move on.