#like i can support giving a pet as a gift so long as the person wants the pet and knows what theyre getting into

[namism]

their love language/s | headcanons

➳ categories: canonverse, gender neutral reader

➳ summary: Looking into everyone's top love language/s with Sanji, Nami, Law, Zoro, Kid, Koby, & Sabo.

➳ notes: thank you for 200 followers!! i don't write headcanons, but here's a special treat for everyone who's ever read, liked, and supported my fics! 🧡

Sanji: Words of Affirmation

Above everything, Sanji is a smooth talker.

He's incredibly good at romancing you through his words that it doesn't take long for you to completely fall head over heels for him.

Canonically, he calls people with different pet names. "Mellorine" is arguably the most creative. If he were with you (or were trying to flirt with you), he would definitely create a personal nickname that only he would call you.

That said, there is no defeating his terms of endearment. All of them are truly endearing.

Also, best believe that he's amazing at communication.

You know how couples need therapy because their communication sucks? Yeah, that's not happening in a relationship with Sanji.

If this man can flirt through words, then he can talk things out with you.

Overall, Sanji is a very romantic person, but he would work out the most with someone whose primary love language is words of affirmation.

Acts of service as second? Sure. Quality time as third? Sure, but overall, words of affirmation takes the cake.

His sweet talking is just something an ordinary person can't resist.

Nami: Quality time/Gift giving

Is this a hot take? Maybe, but Nami is definitely sweet to whoever she ends up falling for.

She values hanging out with her friends and the people she cares about, so it wouldn't be any different if it were with you, the person she's into. Something about spending time alone together is intimate for her.

On another note, Nami would totally be into giving gifts.

Being the treasurer of the ship apart from the navigator, everyone is aware that she's strict with where the Straw Hats' money goes. It's safe to say that this would be the case for her personal savings as well, even though she likes to treat herself every so often.

But being a shopaholic just means that she loves buying things not only for herself but also for you.

Nami would totally buy you gifts if she finds anything that reminds her of you, and you can imagine it playing out sweetly.

Who knew the frugal Nami would willingly spend money on someone she likes? It makes you feel incredibly special because she doesn't casually do that for other people.

Law: Quality time/Acts of service

If you were a member of Law's crew, he would definitely appreciate the one-on-one appointments with you whenever you needed a checkup or anything of the sort.

Call it unethical, but let's be serious—he's a pirate who happens to be a doctor (or is it the reverse?), his epithet is quite literally "Surgeon of Death," and above all else, he isn't doing anything malicious when you come to him.

Instead, it's all sweet and innocent. If Law were to like you, he initially wouldn't know how to act around you, so he's grateful for the quiet moments that you share together alone, no matter the circumstance.

He would enjoy your company and would totally think that being extra cautious and careful toward your health is a good way of subtly letting you know that he cares for you.

He would be the type to do things for you without being asked. Usually it would be medical related, but once he gets more comfortable about showing his feelings, best believe it would be more than just that.

Zoro: Acts of service

Zoro is the type to save people, so he would keep an eye on you every time danger arises.

While he would save any innocent person or civilian in danger, his decision to rescue you whenever you need rescuing comes from a more personal reason rather than simply playing a hero.

Newsflash: it's because he likes you.

He isn't the type to show his interest toward someone through other means anyway, so his best bet is showing it all through actions that you never asked for to begin with.

His feelings would become more obvious the more he does things for you without question, which he would be pleased by because it would mean that you're picking up on his signs.

He would work best with someone whose love language is servitude, especially if you're the type to appreciate the little things that people do out of genuine concern.

Kid: Physical touch/Words of affirmation

When it comes to Kid, he's heavy on physical touch if you already have an established relationship.

Of course, he wouldn't do anything if you guys aren't official yet—even though he's bolder at flirting than the average One Piece man, he wouldn't want to come off as creepy.

Hence, physical touch is the way to go once you're together. He would be the clingy type in his own unique fashion.

If you aren't together yet, he would show his love through words of affirmation.

However, it isn't anything like Sanji's sweet talking in a way that is straight out of a romance film. Kid has his own way of doing things, so he would affirm you through compliments that often have one or two cuss words in them, which end up sounding mean but isn't actually mean.

For example: "Great job, brat. You did a shitty job last time, so it's nice to see you outdoing yourself."

Kid is just that guy, but he can also be sweet if the moment calls for it

If you're into those kinds of things, then dating him would be no problem.

Koby: Acts of service

Koby wasn't dubbed "Koby the Hero" for nothing. This man is deemed a hero even outside of work because of what he does for you.

Koby would be the shy type in a relationship since he stutters as a habit, so he would comfortably express it through actions.

Similar to Zoro, if you need rescuing, then he will be there. He would do things for you out of kindness because he likes you.

His love for you would be innocent and sweet.

On that note, Koby would be the type to do the smallest things for you, so if you're the kind of person who would be driven insane by the smallest acts of kindness, then Koby's your guy.

He would hold the door for you, get a glass of water for you if you're thirsty, check up on you randomly, and ask you to continue speaking if you accidentally happen to talk over each other.

Koby does his best to express his feelings, so he hopes his actions are good enough.

Sabo: Acts of service

In a perfect world, Sabo would make an amazing Prince.

It would seem ironic given how he canonically hated the nobility (including his family) because of the way they looked down on the less fortunate, but if Sabo never left nobility, he would be a Disney Prince.

Sabo does things in service, so it would be no different for him to initiate acts of service toward you.

He would be the type to do things without expecting anything in return.

Similar to how he would drop everything should Luffy or Ace be in danger, he would immediately go out of his way to save you or tend to your needs if the situation calls for it.

It's his way of expressing that he cares for you, and he sure as hell would make sure that you know he's interested.

[the-roo-too]

candy -> uchinaga aeri ver

aka the fluff alphabet

admiration (what does she absolutely adore about you)- you’re her biggest supporter, and she loves that about you. support giselle’s rights and wrongs

body (what’s her favourite body part of yours)- can i say ass bc giselle will give you a playful slap you when you’re passing by 😐

cuddling (how she likes to cuddle)- laying on top of each other ‼️ either your head nuzzling into her chest or the other way around, i don’t make the rules

dates (what’s her ideal date)- shopping 🤩 date 🤩 buy all the expensive clothes you talked about last night when you couldn’t sleep, and then get something yummy at the food court!

emotions (how does she express her emotions around you)- very expressive, especially when it comes to pouting. or making annoying kissy faces! with you, giselle is very straightforward

family (does she want one)- giselle doesn’t strike me as a family gal, sorry y’all. you’d be the best rich gay aunties tho!!!

gifts (what about gift giving)- surprise silly gifts! say you were back in your hometown for the weekend and giselle couldn’t tag along because of practice. you’re bringing her the ugliest ‘i love [city name]’ shirt you can find

holding hands (does she like to hold hands)- very much so! especially in front of her members. she has to assert her dominance and claim on you somehow right? 🙂‍↕️

injuries (what would she do if you got hurt)- 100% would laugh at you. but, hear me out, when we’re talking about minor injuries like slipping on wet floor, she’ll CACKLE like a witch, and then also slip in the same spot you did

jokes (does she like to joke around)- giselle is a prankster at heart ok don’t argue with me on that one

kisses (how does she like to kiss you)- gently and slowly, with her hands cupping your cheeks so they appear a little puffier.

love (what’s her love language)- she’s ver caring physically, but not verbally, you know what i mean? she’ll laugh at you when you hit yourself on the edge of the kitchen counter, but one of her hands will slip to your stomach to caress the spot where a bruise will form, while her other hand cups your cheek to examine your pretty face

memory (what’s her favourite memory together)- i think the first concert aeri brought you to! and not necessarily aespa’s concert, it might’ve been just a show of your favourite band. that’s a fond memory for her because you were all smiles the whole time!

nighttime (how does sleeping with her look like)- i can’t tell you where that vision came from, but she drapes her leg over you ok. it’s like holding you with her hand but not really

oddity (what’s one quirky thing about her)- visualise that one clip of her saying “when life gives you lemons, make mojitos…. i just said something very smart”. she wakes you up in the middle of the night to share her wisdom

pet names (what does she like to call you)- babygirl, babydoll, sweetie; the nicknames can fall on a spectrum between a granny and a sugar daddy

quality time (how does she like to spend time with you)- watching movies while eating takeout. you take turns in picking the films and aeri always chooses horrors, so you’ll curl up to her when you’re scared (she’s herself scared shitless but someone has to be the brave one in the relationship)

rush (does she rush into things)- a little bit? she asks you out after meeting you once, first kiss is after the first ‘i love you’ lol

secrets (how open is she with you)- giselle gives me the vibe of a person who tells you everything about her pets, but you don’t know her favourite colour until like the third anniversary

time (how long did it take her to confess)- as i said before, one full meeting

upset (what’s her reaction when you’re upset)- similar when you’re hurt? she’ll poke a little fun at you, but only if you’re upset about something minor. if you’re mad at her or really really upset, she’ll do her best to calm you down and resolve the problem

visibility (is she afraid of the public opinion)- like i said in winter and karina alphabet, all of aespa is TERRIFIED 💜 of the public opinion

warrior (how often do you fight)- not commonly. aeri doesn’t have that much free time so you both try to make as much of it as you can, and being mad at each other or fighting wouldn’t be helping the case

x-ray (is she able to read you)- yes, it’s like you’re connected telepathically. and then it works both ways! she can read you as well as you can read her

yes (how would she propose to you)- giselle doesn’t give me the vibe of someone who’d wanna settle down like that… living a happy life with two cats in a pretty house? yes, but marriage and all that official stuff? mm…

zen (what makes her feel calm)- good music 😔✊ the best way to relax fr. aeri has a special playlist with calming songs you both love just for that occasions

part of [the fluff series]

[daveyscheezitz]

♤My personal David HCs♤

And Angel ofc

- He's 6'7ft or 200cm

- His mother was Peruvian while Gabe was American.

- Although he looks a lot like his father, most of his physique came from his mother's side.

- His eyes are a hazel, but depending on the light, his eye color looks like it changes to either green or brown.

- When they were really young, both David and Asher thought he had super powers other than his shifting until Gabe told them the truth.

- His great grandfather (moms side) was Samoan, but his genes skipped a couple of generations until they reached David, making him turn out huge.

- He's surpassed both Asher and Gabe in height.

- He has a small scar over his lip. He fell off a tree face first.

- A lot of people try to flirt with him while on the job, but he ignores them. Asher likes stepping in and pretending he's David's boyfriend until the person leaves.

- "Another relationship saved, don't ya think David?" "Shut up, Ash."

- Him and Asher have a "Wolverine & Deadpool" friendship.

- Unironically listens to kpop girl groups from time to time. Especially Twice and Red Velvet.

- Will take it to the grave before anyone finds out, especially Asher and Angel.

-They know but they want to catch him in the act.

- He genuinely enjoys musicals. His favorites are Hairspray and Epic.

- Loves playing video games and is definitely the type to scream at a game yet continue playing it. *ahem* Overwatch & COD

- If Angel likes Legos, he'll tell them not to waste so much money on those things ... then proceeds to buy them the Colosseum ... and a set of small flowers.

- He's rich >:]

- He drives a F250 but has a 1990 corvette that him and his dad fixed up in the garage. It was his first car and a way for Gabe to teach him how to fix a car.

- Phonk & Rock>>

- Has black hair and a couple gray hairs (We love silver foxes)

- He has bright gold eyes in his wolf form, but his fur is completely black

- Although they've been together 6 years, The mall wasn't the first place they've seen each other. While Angel was in their last year of college, one of the pack members was in the cheer squad and they came to support her while Angel was in (band dance cheer wtv u want) that was the first time they saw each other but other than a comment from Asher that Angel was cute, they didn't actually talk.

- He's actually really good at dancing but doesn't like to do it. The only reason he'll dance is if Angel begs him, and even at that, it's only limited to slow dancing.

•These next Hcs are about mostly my Angel OC so if you're not interested you can skip these•

- Angel was raised in a wealthy family and owns a ranch that their father tends to. All future Solstice parties hosted by David and Angel take place there due to the large house and even bigger land area. (As long as they don't eat the animals)

- (i refuse to believe Angel and Babee are useless) Angel and Babee both are childhood friends who served in the military together. Angel is a sergeant with good sniper skills and Babee was a demolitionist.

- Angel owns quite a few dogs. Most are herding dogs for the animals in her ranch, but 2 of them are her pets. A Rottweiler and a Chihuahua that David gets jealous of sometimes.

•Okay done•

- (This 1 is quite sad. Tw: mentions of death) David is fluent in spanish because Gabe didn't want him to forget about his Peruvian heritage after his mom passed away, so while he was young, he did his best to take David to Peruvian style restaurant and events. Gabe even traveled all the way to Peru so David could visit his grandparents, who he adored.

- Loves spicy food.

- His favorite dog breed is a Caucasian Shepard or a Calupoh.

- His love languages are Acts of Service or Gift giving.

- After he proposed to Angel or after they were married, if anyone tried flirting with him, he would flash is wedding ring before silently walking away.

- Angel is not allowed to cook, and if they are, it's either to make noodles. Their ramen is so good, even beating David's.

- David's name on Angels phone is "Pookie Wookie 🐺" Angels' name of David's phone is their actual name. ex. "Alex," "Jackson," "Monica," but Angel changed it to "Beautiful Gorgeous🧍" He didn't care enough to change it.

- He got so jealous of the name Asher put for his number on Angels phone "Ashy Baby," but Angel was the one he punished (no walking for you tmr)

I got no more tysm <3

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

QUARTER-FINALS MATCH 2

Elliott propaganda:

“Just look at him. Pure hunk energy.”

“I will punch anyone who dislikes him. He’s like a fire emblem character in the modern day. He’s so flamboyant and handsome, he can play the piano and he’s best friends with the old fishing man!”

“dramatic writer man with sexy hair”

"Since I like elliott. I will state some reasons why I like him

Imagine if Mr. Darcy didn’t insult your family first time you met him, that’s Elliott. The man who’s basically the hallmark romance love interest. He’s a writer who moves to the small town in the country side to find inspiration for his writing. Then he finds the farmer.

He has a crab living in his pocket

He can play the piano (hopefully it isn’t the river flows in you however)

His fans sometimes hc him as a merman and that’s just a major plus IMO

He genre of the book he writes is dependent on what genre you say you like.

He also sends letters to you if you marry him

Okay and also some things I dislike

His liked gifts, the easiest one is pomegranates, which cost like 6000g to grow a tree if you don’t pick the fruit cave. I AM NOT GETTING SQUID INK IN YEAR ONE FOR YOU.

he might be British /j

The fact he has no kitchen but still likes food like lobster, like he is just a mystery. Lives in a cabin, with no kitchen, no washroom (okay no character has a washroom), but still likes the most fancy food out there and has luscious hair worthy of a L’Oréal ad.

Gifting him on rainy days when you don’t have two hearts"

Asra propaganda:

“He GIVES AWAY HALF HIS HEART TO REVIVE YOU okay but like. He's the MCs roommate and they were together for a few years before the MC caught a plague and died and he obsesses over a way to bring them back before succeeding by making a deal with a god to trade half his heart for MC and betraying the emperor. And then when MC comes back but without any of their memories, he takes care of them and teaches them how to live all over again and he never asks for anything in return. On all the routes where you don't choose him he's really supportive and helps you out despite your history and overall he's just really nice and supportive of the MC and is their rock no matter what route you go down. Also he has a pet snake named Faust and I love her she's so <33 

Idk I just appreciate him so much”

"He gave you half his HEART!! He would literally go to hell and back for you!! He wants to take you on adventures all around the world—doesn’t matter where, as long as he’s by your side!! AND he’s nonbinary!!!"

"He is so caring!! Anyone who says he is boring or his 'route' was boring is a LIAR or didn't really understand his character! He is such a sweet person

Asra propaganda on this poll doesn't even do him any justice!! He makes friends wherever he travels to , likes knitting for his familiar snake , is a sweetheart, WILL take care of you even in the lowest point of your life"

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Jack Hughes Would Include:

Dating him is pretty amazing. I mean, he has a great sense of humor and he's super chill. Plus, he's always up for an adventure, whether it's trying a new restaurant or going skydiving. And he can be a total romantic. He loves surprising you with little gestures like flowers or writing you a love letter every once in a while. He's definitely the type of guy that will sweep you off your feet and make sure you always feel special.

He loves making you laugh and smile, so he's always cracking jokes and making you laugh. When you're having a bad day, he's the first to cheer you up and offer you a shoulder to cry on.

He loves spoiling you with small gifts or thoughtful gestures. When you're sick, he'll bring over your favorite food and make sure you have everything you need to feel better.

He loves helping you with whatever you need, whether it's fixing your car or giving you a personal massage after a long day.

Well, he's also the kind of guy who loves to have a good time with friends, so you can expect him to be down for a party or a night on the town. But if you want him to be completely honest, the thing he'll enjoy the most is just spending time with you. When you're together, there's nothing else in the world that matters. A bowl of popcorn, and a good movie or show. Or ordering pizza and playing video games all night! Either way, it's going to be amazing because you're next to him.

Dating him also means never having to worry about missing out on a good time because he's always up for trying new things. Whether it's traveling to an exotic locale or trying a new food, he's your guy. And he's not just a pretty face - he's a total sweetheart. He's loyal, and kind, and never wants to see you sad. So, if you need a shoulder to cry on, he's here for you.

You'll have a partner who is supportive and understanding. When you're having a bad day, he'll listen without judgment and make sure you feel supported. He also cares a lot about staying physically and mentally healthy, so he'll encourage you to be your best. He'll take care of any pets you have like they were his own. And if you have kids one day, you can count on him to be a great dad.

His love language is physical touch, so you'll never catch him without one of his arms around you, and at night, you'll be his little spoon.

Just being around him means never having to worry because you'll always feel safe and protected. Plus, he's also a total romantic, so make sure you wear your favorite dress, and get your hair/nails done or something special when you go out, because he will definitely notice.

When it comes to jealousy, I can tell you that he's not the jealous type. Of course, he loves you and he wants you to be his, but he trusts you completely. If any guys try to make a move on you, he knows you'll shoot them down because you're loyal and trustworthy. Other than that, he'll want you to feel free to hang out with your friends and go out without him. As long as you come home to him at the end of the night, he's not worried about anything else.

When it comes to roadies, he's not worried about them either. Yes, he's a famous hockey player and sure, there may be some girls who want to hang out with him. But at the end of the day, he's got a beautiful partner like you waiting for him at home. So any girls who try to make a move on him are just wasting their time. You don't need to worry about anything - he's all yours.

Away games are no problem as well. He'll make sure to keep in touch with you while he's away and he'll tell you all about his travels when he gets back home. Plus, he'll make sure to always bring back a little gift or souvenir for you to remind you of him. He'll also make you jealous with pictures of him hanging out with all his handsome teammates because let's face it - they're all really jealous of the super awesome partner he has left waiting at home.

If you come along to away games, even better. You can hang out and cheer him on and then you can all have dinner together or catch up after the game.

Dates with him are the best. You never have to worry about what to wear or where to go because he always has a plan. He loves surprises, so he'll just pick you up, drive you somewhere, and you'll find out where you're going when you get there. But don't worry, it's always a great location that he's picked out just for you both. And if you ever get tired, he'll just carry you back home so you don't have to walk another step.

PDA (Public Displays of Affection) are totally fine with him. He doesn't really care if people watch or judge him for how he shows you affection - he's just happy to be with you. He has no problem kissing you in public, holding your hand, or wrapping his arms around you for all to see. He's not shy at all and he doesn't mind being a little possessive of you either (in the adorable sense of the word). Everyone can see how lucky he is and how crazy he is about you.

His family loves you almost as much as he does, if not more! They can tell how much he adores and cares about you, and they're always asking when you're going to tie the knot. It doesn't matter where you go or what you do, they're always happy to see you. So you're pretty in the clear.

If any of his fans are ever mean to you, he's going to put them in their place real quick. Who do they think they are to mess with the person that he cares most about? He doesn't tolerate that kind of behavior, so they'll have a piece of his mind. No one's allowed to mess with his girl, and if he get a little protective and aggressive while defending you, just know that it's coming from a good place.

If another team ever makes any unwanted comments about you, you can rest assured that he will be the first one to shut them down. It doesn't matter where it happens or what the circumstances are - you're totally off limits. Any player who tries to cross that line will have him to answer to, and trust me - he means business. Just know that no one will ever treat you with less than the utmost respect while he's around.

The future looks bright and full of excitement for you and him. He knows he wants you by his side for the rest of his life, and he's excited to make all your dreams come true. Of course, he'll never forget to keep having fun too, and he'll be sure to take you on romantic trips and surprise you with fun surprises every once in a while. He can't wait to see where life takes you both, and he knows that you'll always have each other for support and guidance. It's going to be an amazing journey, and he wouldn't want to spend it with anyone else.

So, to sum it up, dating him means that you'll be treated like a princess/prince. He's funny, loyal, sweet, and totally devoted to making you happy. He'll always make sure that you never have a dull moment. Plus, he looks pretty damn good in a tux, so just imagine how good he'll look when he asks you to marry him.

Blindfolded teasing: He likes to blindfold you and then tease you with touches and sensations that you cannot see coming.

Body worship: He enjoys appreciating and worshipping your body and giving it his full attention.

Dirty talk: He enjoys adding dirty talk to spice things up and adding more of an intimate connection to your encounters.

Oral sex: He enjoys giving and receiving oral sex as a form of foreplay and intimacy.

Rough sex: The sensation of having sex in a rough and dominating way appeals to him, and he enjoys being assertive and aggressive in bed.

[thegr33nc0met]

Dating Stu Macher Headcanons ♥︎

Alternative!Reader

CONTENT WARNINGS: NSFW, GN Reader/unspecified anatomy, Switch!Stu (a little heavy on the sub side), Switch!Reader, overstimulation, light bondage, pet names, after care

I’m so sorry this took so long to post and that I forgot to add the cat bit:(( I’ve just been a bit busy with work and stuff but I hope you enjoy!!

SFW

♥︎ Stu loves loves LOVES your style. soft band tees, long flowing clothes and light fabrics? he’s eating you up. om nom nom.

the way they wrap around your body like a silky cocoon is just MAGICAL to him. you’re like a witch covered in fog and spider’s silk bro.

♥︎ if you wear makeup, he is very intrigued by how you do it and will definitely make you put some on him. you know that picture of someone laying on top of another person while they do their eyeliner?? yeah that’s you guys.

he loves when you kiss him and leave a cute little lipstick stamp on his cheek.

same with painting his nails. like if you paint your nails black, he will BEG you to do his as well (i like to imagine he bites his nails, so it’s kinda hard to do with how short they’re bitten down).

♥︎ he’ll discover a band or artist that he thinks is even slightly alternative and he’ll ask if you know them (then make you listen to them if you haven’t). they may not actually be alternative, but he’s trying his best to be supportive<3

LOVES going to concerts with you. the whole vibe of the alternative/goth community is so refreshing to him. he thinks everyone is so chill and nice:)

♥︎ as I’ve stated before, his love languages are gift giving and acts of service. anything you want, he’s gonna get it for you one way or another (whether he buys it or steals it, it’s YOURS). if you guys are hanging out at the local strip mall and you get something, he’ll carry all your shopping bags for you<<33 he’ll buy you things even if you don’t ask for it; you’re constantly getting new clothes and jewelry from him that he thinks you’ll like.

he will hold doors open for you and carry your backpack at school. he’ll even let you hop on his back if you get tired of walking.

Stu definitely calls you cutie. i also think he loves to make up random nicknames on the spot. pookie bear, schnookums, muffin, ducky, sweet potato pie, honey booger.. silly stuff like that, but they’re mostly used in a humorous way. cutie is his favourite pet name for you.

♥︎ loves when you borrow his sweaters, whether they’re big enough to be a dress on you or fit you as a regular sweater, or just a lazy day shirt… it gives him cuteness aggression to the max. he just wants to squeeze you til you pop!!<3

♥︎ MOVIE NIGHTS ALL THE TIME!!! he loves cuddling up against you on the couch, a blanket draped across the two of you as some cheesy slasher film plays on the tv. will go all out with snacks (he’s the type of person to put m&ms in his popcorn so be warned if that’s not your thing).

♥︎ he’s always gotta have an arm slung over your shoulders or hips no matter where you are.

NSFW

♥︎ oh lord… this man.. the first time you guys have sex is a wild ride let me tell you!!

♥︎ STU👏IS👏A👏SWITCH👏!!!

♥︎ he loves going down on you. he wants to give you as many orgasms with his mouth as possible until you can hardly handle it. he wants to give you as much pleasure as he can so you know you’re his. so you know no one else can make you feel as good as he does.

once you’re whimpering and nearly crying from overstimulation, he’ll pull his mouth away from your abused sex and rub his big hands over your trembling legs and coo comforting shushes at you until you settle down before he’s sliding inside. he’ll make you come over and over again until he’s satisfied.

♥︎ but if you wanna be dominant?? USE HIM HOWEVER YOU WANT HE’LL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU AND LET YOU DO ANYTHING TO HIM.

he’s definitely a service bottom when/if you’re dominant. he just wants to make you feel good as possible.

♥︎ if you tease him while he’s bottoming and gets real desperate, he starts giggling like a mad man between broken moans. god he’s just so DESPERATE FOR YOU TO TOUCH HIM.

“hehehehehehha—ungh!~ yes!— heheh..” as a sheen of sweat is covering his hot body and tears are streaming down his cheeks, pooling at his chin, squirming and writhing against the restraints as you teasing drag the pads of your fingers up to his leaking tip. “p-please… just keep touching me like that… you’ll make me feel good? right, cutie? you’ll let me come?” he pants out, biting down on his lip to keep the nervous laughter from bubbling up again, his pretty blue eyes lidded as he stares you down.

♥︎ imagine him throwing his head back and letting out the sluttiest moan when you finally take him inside you after teasing him for so long.

“th-thank you… god, fuck! you feel so fuckin’ good…” he practically growls out, smiling widely in ecstasy as you fuck him. he lets out the most pathetic whimpers and moans when he finally comes inside you, ‘thanks yous’ falling repeatedly from his mouth.

♥︎ he loves giving as much as he loves receiving after care. if it’s not too late at night/if the two of you aren’t too tired, he’ll get a shower running for both of you, and loves to clean you up while pressing gentle kisses to any part of your body he can. he’d love it if you did the same for him. then after the shower, he’ll get you a cup of water before cuddling back up with you in bed and falling asleep<3

comments and reblogs are always appreciated!!🫶

[bigbropyro]

@farmerderry/beta pup trooper and lil bro, has made a profound difference in my life and I can't even begin to put the emotions into words. I want you to know him better so I'm going to try.

Pup trooper started as a "pet name" that he picked because it means that he keeps getting up when he's knocked down. I use pet names for people I talk to frequently and they pick one that makes them feel special when I say it.

He makes me feel protective. He has childhood trauma from his dad beating him, even a unexpected slap on the butt can trigger a ptsd attack that causes him to cry and shake. He has nightmares that keep him from getting a full night's sleep and it pulls at my heart strings.

His family didn't help him while he was being abused, and he has no local support network. We talk every day, and it's common for us to talk for almost 6 hours in a row and still have things to say.

He challenges me. Trooper is a synthetic chemistry grad student and we talk about that often. I can usually keep up with him, but he knows more than I do about that subject. I'm learning new things trying to understand and keep up with him.

Trooper is sad all the time, he is stressed out at work, and only has one person to hang out with or talk to and he is two hours away. He is halfway through his phd, and he is considering leaving the program because of how unhappy he is in Pittsburgh.

He gets along great with @deliberatelydiapered my other lil bro and it's heartwarming to see them play together.

Trooper wears and uses diapers 24/7 and is actively trying to loose his continence. Diapers make him feel safe and confident but they are expensive, it's tough for him to afford them because his college won't allow him to get a second job and he is paid below average.

Trooper was a pup and into more for a long time before I met him and feels so alone because padded pups are shunned in the local community and is alone.

He is shy and reserved. He has a hard time meeting new people because he gets anxious and stuck in his head with "what ifs" and with my encouragement he's becoming more social.

He has dyslexia and struggles with grammar and I point out his mistakes, and he's getting MUCH better with spelling and grammar. He has to work twice as hard to read books as his peers.

His favorite diaper is bambino teddies(rip). His favorite color is Cobalt blue.

He likes riding his atv, and his favorite pass time is playing Pokémon on his Gameboy. He plays several other games across different platforms and is a huge nerd about it and will talk for hours trying to explain it to you.

He goes out of his way to make you happy, and he'd give you the shirt off his back if you need it. He enjoys giving other people gifts, even though it's hard for him to afford them.

Trooper has come an very long way in a short time. He's more confident and outgoing, and he's beginning to explore his little side. He sees me as a role model and I'm very proud of that. He has 25 years of trauma he still needs to process and I am grateful he chose me to trust and include me in his life.

Thank you lil bro, I love you.

[thevampiremarie]

Let The Good Times Roll, Part 1 (of 2)

🔞 Captain John Price x reader 🔞

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Captain Price is your sugar daddy and he takes you out for a night on the town. SMUT. Tags under readmore.

title from the Ray Charles song.

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Tags: daddy kink, sugar daddy kink (the purest sugar daddy kink, harvested straight from the sugarcane), exhibitionism, voyeurism, service submission, like a lot of service submission, dom/sub, praise kink, degradation, 1950s housewife/1950s pin up girl kink, pet names, spit kink, ruination kink, dacryphilia, this specific chapter contains a blowjob, plus sized/squishy reader, john price loves curves

You’re curling your hair, carefully setting each ringlet in place with a pin as it cools, when you get the text.

P: Hey, baby. I’m in town for a bit.

Your phone dings with another notification.

P: Get your nails done tomorrow.

He likes you with red nails, long but not too long. Almond-shaped, elegant. Classy for a classy man. He also likes you in red lipstick, likes it when he smears it all over your face and makes your mascara run in messy black streaks. Like John Price’s personal pin-up model, picture perfect for him to ruin.

Your bank app tells you that you’ve just received a transfer. $1500.

You smile as you text him back. He must’ve missed you a lot with a gift like that.

You: Yes, Daddy.

In your personal life, you don’t think about punctuation. You fill your texts with emojis and curse words, and acronyms.

But he pays for proper and sets rules for you to obey. You’re always to use ‘please’ and ‘thank you’, full sentences, indulging him with the pleasure of your subservience.

You’re happy to oblige; his little games are fun for you both.

He probably won’t be here for very long if he wants you ready tomorrow, so you text your nail lady for an emergency appointment while rifling through your clothes to find something suitable.

You keep your gifted lingerie organized by client. It wouldn’t do to wear something someone else had bought you, after all.

John likes seeing your legs framed by thigh-highs and garter belts almost as much as he likes taking them off of you.

You have that peach silk set, embroidered with delicate lace, from a few months back.

When you tried it on for the first time, he couldn’t take his eyes off your tits and had you on your knees in an instant, thick cock down your throat so he could finish all over your breasts and the shining silk supporting them.

The garter belt emphasizes your waist, and the soft flesh of your thighs pours over the tops of the stockings.

“I like to see that I’m taking care of you, baby,” He’d said as he ran a reverent finger over the edge of the thigh-high. “I like my baby well-fed. Healthy.”

Then John had smacked your ass, watched it jiggle, and sunk his teeth into the red mark left behind.

What is that advice people give for job interviews? ‘Dress for the job you want’?

You flush as you think about being bent over his lap, your skin covered in bruises as dark as he can get them, or kneeling carefully at his feet while John watches you undo his belt without leaving a scratch on the leather.

Your black outfits are for when he wants to tame you, and your white ones are for when he wants to debauch you. Color is a toss-up.

P: I think you’d look lush in dark blue. Though you’re free to pick something else, love.

Ooh, dealer’s choice. That doesn’t happen often; he knows what he wants, and you love giving it to him, like, genuinely love it.

If Daddy’s over here trying to make his desires smaller and more socially appropriate, then his job must really be putting him through it.

There’s a blue dress he hasn’t seen you in yet. It’s dark midnight velvet with straps and a revealing sweetheart neckline, neatly tailored for your curves. It will simply be a toss-up kind of night.

Since he doesn’t follow up with an address, you assume he’s taking you to the same place he always does.

The nicest bar in one of the nicest hotels in the city, a golden Art Deco paradise straight out of the Great Gatsby, where he can tip highballs down your throat, and they play live jazz loud enough to hear from the smoking area.

P: 2000 hours.

Eight o’clock it is, then—the usual bar.

You’ve shared many a cigarette there, listening to a saxophone dance up and down impossible, brassy scales, the notes as rich and full as expensive red wine.

You: I can’t wait to see you.

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You’re on time, as per usual. Actually, you’re a little early by about… ten minutes.

You can’t help it; you used John’s credit card to call a cab earlier than necessary, and you’ve been working yourself into a fit of giddy, nervous anticipation all day.

It’s been well over a year since your first… date, and John still makes you feel desperate, desperate for his smile and his hand on your neck when he kisses you.

Why, your nail lady even had to scold you to stop fidgeting while she filed down the acrylic extensions.

Your nail polish matches your lipstick, a beautifully deep red that brings out the colors of your eyes and makes your skin gleam. While your foundation is some incredibly long-wearing shit that can survive multiple rounds, you carve your winged eyeliner out of an easily-smeared eyeshadow and apply your runniest mascara.

Daddy was right. The blue looks perfect, and as you sit here, waiting for your date to show, you know that half the bar thinks you look perfect, too.

It’s too bad you’re happily spoken for. If any of those men looked up from your cleavage, they’d know by the luxurious pearl necklace draped over your collarbones with a diamond-encrusted clasp.

So you wait, tapping the point of your heel on one of the rungs of the overly-expensive (yet uncomfortable) barstool as you nurse a glass of water because you’d rather John order for you.

A man wearing a rich, spicy cologne rests his hand on the small of your back. “Sweetheart.” You squeal as you turn to see him.

John Price, as handsome as the Devil himself, dressed in a beautiful stormy gray peacoat over a black shirt, right across his broad chest, and freshly-pressed slacks.

The moment he sees your face, all dolled up and pretty and purely you, the tension in his shoulders softens, and his blue eyes wrinkle with a smile.

You can feel the warmth of his palm through your velvet dress, and your spine straightens like his touch is pouring liquid gold through your veins.

Before he can say anything else, you lean up to kiss him, your fingers tangling in the collar of his coat and his mustache tickling your skin. He laughs a little into your red mouth, eagerly kissing you back, one hand on the back of your neck and the other digging into your waist.

He tastes like smoke and something addictive, something you can’t identify but remember even when he’s not there.

When you finally, finally break apart, John drags his hand up your neck to your cheek, reveling in the silk of your skin under his rough, calloused fingers so that he can trace the edge of your kilowatt smile.

“You look nice tonight, Daddy,” You tell him, and you can feel the blush crawling up your cleavage and darkening your cheeks as he looks at you like he’s about to tear you out of this skin-tight dress.

His voice rumbles deeper than the bass player in the corner, plucking away at his instrument. “I do my best for my best girl.” John pinches the string of pearls around your neck with two fingers, and you know he remembers when he gave them to you.

Over half a year ago, when you agreed to be exclusive when he was in town and the bigger allowance that came with that.

John presented the necklace to you, carefully clasped it around your neck, then fucked you in three positions so he could admire how it moved when you came.

His hair is still damp from the shower he must have taken as soon as he hopped off his plane from… whatever awful corner of the earth his mysterious job took him.

Your Daddy is always handsome, no matter what, but he looks tired. Like he’s washed the dust off his skin but not his mind, like he hasn’t taken a break in ages.

“Hard day at work?” You tip your head back and slightly to the side, giving him as much access as he’d like to your throat and your curled hair falling over your shoulder. He briefly lets himself sink his teeth into the soft skin above your pulse.

Then John chuckles as you press yourself into him, well, specifically press your tits into him. “Like you wouldn’t believe,” He murmurs, his eyes glinting with mischief.

The bartender knows the two of you; you’re kind of infamous in this place, though they’d never dare tell you no. One of the things you liked about John from the start was how he tipped the waiters, the bartenders, and the cab drivers. Extraordinarily well, in cash.

“What is she having tonight, sir?” The bartender asks John, knowing full well that you’ve been waiting for this man and that John doesn’t like it when just anybody talks to you.

Daddy smiles again as you drop a chaste kiss on his cheek, his worry melting away with each passing second. “A lemon drop for such a sweet girl,” He orders in that marvelously rough British accent.

The live band in the corner kicks into a cover of a Nina Simone song, the piano twinkling in time with deep trombones echoing through the vaulted ceiling of the bar, and you know that it’s going to be a good night.

After he puts down his shiny black AmEx for your tab, John guides you to a booth in the corner. The leather upholstery creaks as you slide in first. He hangs his fine coat next to the table, then slides in after you.

It’s so private that no one can overhear while providing a great view of the whole joint.

As he works his way through a glass of fragrant, amber-colored Scotch, he unburdens his cares in your company.

Captain Price never goes fully into what he does, and you never ask. But his issues with his team aren’t news - you’ve listened to all sorts of shenanigans, all manner of frustrations they give him.

You listen, you nod in encouragement, and you place your hand on his when you know he needs it.

He pauses in his recollection to admire your freshly-done nails. “Gorgeous, as always,” John says before kissing your hand.

Earlier, he’d pushed his glass a little out of comfortable reach. Whether that was intentional or accidental, you’re unsure. “Thank you, Daddy.” You bend over him to retrieve it, your hair brushing his face and your mouth almost close enough for him to kiss, then deposit it elegantly in his waiting hand.

Once you’ve sat back down, he runs his calloused thumb across your cheek as he takes another sip. What a tease. You’re in public, and he’s still playing at chivalrous restraint, so you don’t kiss his finger like you want to. Like he wants you to.

After that, your concentration… dovetails a bit.

Shadows dance over his handsome, angular face. Shadows from drunk patrons and waiters wandering past, from the votive candles set at each table, from the dim golden floodlights reflecting off the glittering disco ball mosaic this bar calls a ceiling.

His voice trickles through your veins as heady as those awful cigars he likes, rough and raspy and prickling goosebumps on your exposed skin.

The cool condensation on the side of your glass brings you back to earth. Now’s not a good time to fantasize about what’s under his shirt, to wonder if he has any new scars healed enough for you to trace with your tongue.

After a long pause, John sighs and finishes his Scotch. “They’re a bunch of fuckin’ animals,” He says through a grimace.

“Daddy! Language,” You scold with more than enough good humor for the both of you.

The band is playing ‘I Put A Spell On You.’ You couldn’t have asked for better timing - his clear, scintillating gaze rests on your crimson-lipped smile, then trails so intimately up to your eyes that it’s like he’s stripping you naked in front of the whole city.

You feel him place one large hand on your thigh. “Nothin’ like you. You’re always good for me, hm? So well-mannered.”

You slide closer to let him tuck a strong, muscled arm around your waist. Now, John can bury his face in your hair and fill his lungs with your perfume. You know he likes it; sometimes, you send him handwritten letters in looping cursive spritzed with it, by his request.

He kisses your neck just below your earlobe. “Why, thank you. You know I just want to make you happy,” You giggle, sunshine-bright and giddy.

You feel his hand drift upward to where your dress starts in the center of your back. His fingers wander along the neckline, under one of the straps, as he tries to figure out what sort of wrapping paper he gets to take you out of later.

John settles his hand on the back of your neck.

His touch feels so warm and possessive that it brings a flush to your face. “You know what would make me even happier?” He asks softly, leaning in close as if he’s about to tell you a secret.

Those pretty blue eyes pin you in place. “I can’t do it if you don’t tell me, Daddy.” His fingers press into your skin slightly, a reflex borne of the fire you stoke when you call him that.

Then he collects your glass, half-full with freshly-squeezed lemon juice, some very smooth vodka, simple syrup, and a large, perfectly-square ice cube. John holds it up in a silent request, and you nod before eagerly parting your lips. The sweet, lemony cocktail goes down much better when he’s feeding it to you.

Daddy wipes away a stray drop at the corner of your mouth with his thumb. You don’t need any prompting to sit forward and lick the sweetness from his skin.

You watch the blue of his irises slowly become eclipsed by his pupils at the sight of your pink tongue.

“See that bloke over there? The one that’s been-“

“Staring at me this whole time?” 

By now, the regulars have lost interest in the two of you. Either they’ve seen you with John before and know better, or they’re too involved with their own lives to be nosy.

But that dude…

You know his type. Some horribly miserable finance bro in an uncomfortable suit, a little boy who graduated college five years ago and hasn’t grown up since. He probably has active Tinder, Bumble, and Hinge profiles and a string of unsatisfied exes who’ve never orgasmed. The kind of guy who thinks you’d be falling all over yourself to talk to him, like you should be so honored he’s checking you out.

Even worse than all that, he’s the kind of guy who talks a lot of game about his money, stocks, crypto, whatever the fuck, but has none to pay you with. You don’t work for free.

His attention goes from lax and sweet to razor-sharp. “Hey. You know better than to cut me off,” Captain Price tsks as his palm spans your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks.

A little trouble is good trouble, and he rewards your sly smirk with a kiss. He pulls at your curls until you gasp, then presses his tongue against yours, stealing your breath and thoughts and replacing them with nothing but him.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” You say after he moves back, not even pretending to apologize genuinely.

All it takes for him to set you on his lap is one burly arm around your waist. Then you’re curled on top of him, something angrily hard under your ass and his bearded chin resting on your shoulder.

“Yeah, that one,” Daddy nods as he runs his hands over every inch of your body, every curve and roll and soft edge. His fingers wander up, and down your thighs, then he tucks the hem of your dress up a few inches to make you gasp.

In revenge, you nestle yourself closer, coincidentally grinding yourself on his hard-on.

He laughs before playing with the bejeweled clasp at the back of your neck. “What do you think is goin’ through his head, hm?” John whispers into your ear.

You watch him look at your mouth as if he’s about to kiss you again, but your sulk when he denies you is too cute for him to pass on.

Then he looks past your shoulder.

“Ah, I bet he’s thinkin’ ‘bout you, baby.”

You sit up straighter, push your cleavage closer to Daddy’s handsome face, and flip your hair over your shoulder.

Oh, he likes that. He likes that a lot; he kisses your cheek as he plants a hand on your throat, you press your thighs together and stifle a teeny-tiny moan.

“You think so?” You murmur, eyes fluttering when John’s beard rasps over your sensitive skin.

“I don’ blame him. I’ve been thinking about you for…” He trails off, as if realizing for the first time that he doesn’t need to re-read your letters and jack off to your lipstick-marked Polaroids. He can have you, right now.

You make up for the lost time with another kiss, pouring into it all the long nights where you hoped he was well, where you missed his laughter, cheeky humor, and the wonderful feeling of his affection turning you into a pile of mush in his capable hands.

What else could you want? He’s your Daddy.

“Thank you, love.”

Your nails scratch his freshly-trimmed beard before you trace the dimple in his cheek that appears when he smiles.

There’s not a hair out of place in his neat buzzcut; you can tell his clothes are fresh from a dry cleaning service.

“I missed you, too,” You tell him. Then you lean in and kiss the tip of his nose.

You still have so much affection left to give - it’s practically overflowing, buzzing under your skin, silently begging him to take you home.

Daddy grabs one of your wrists to pull your fingers away from their exploration of what’s under his shirt collar, and you settle down instantly.

Then he takes your chin between his calloused fingers. “He’s probably wondering what’s under this gorgeous dress, what those beautiful fuckin’ tits of yours look like…” John’s voice is hardly louder than a whisper, but it goes straight to your head, making you breathy and squirming with desire.

Your eyes close, blink open, your pupils dilate, and he devours every little movement. “Maybe he’s even dreaming about your perfect cunt. But that’s all for me, isn’t it?”

Then he presses his thumb between your lips until you open for him, your slick tongue eager against his skin. He hooks his finger behind your teeth, effortlessly holding you in place.

When you speak, shining drops of saliva fall from your stretched lips. “Yes, Daddy. Only- only for you,” You whine.

Price adds more pressure until it hurts to keep your mouth open. “You’re mine.” The sting is nothing compared to what you must do to get most of his dick down your throat.

Your head swims with the smell of tobacco and sandalwood, and his eyes glitter as he watches your eyes cloud. “I’ve always been yours.”

He replaces the finger in your mouth with his tongue, his teeth sinking into your lip, and each kiss stokes the need burning through your veins.

“How does his face look, Daddy?” You ask breathlessly, finally breaking the kiss. Much to Price’s consternation; he pouts and tries to capture your lips again. You’re full of giggles as you brush him off with a finger pressed to his mouth, your nail polish gleaming in the low light.

When he kisses your finger, his mustache tickles your skin. “Like I’m takin’ candy from a baby,” Price says.

Then he leans back and spreads his arms out along the top of the booth, all rippling shoulder muscles and sinew under his tailored shirt.

“Wanna give him a show?”

You chance a look out of the corner of your eyes and see the man’s dropped jaw and a complexion the color of spoiled milk.

“You know I do,” You reply as you arch your back and push yourself so close to Daddy that a ruler wouldn’t fit between you two.

Price waits one moment, then another. “Pick that up off the floor, won’t you?” And with immense gravitas and no small degree of showmanship, he drops his napkin over the side of the table.

A mandatory skill in your line of work is getting in and out of situations balanced perfectly on high heels. Barring some odd request for sneakers, or a specific kind of ballet flat worn by the client’s mother, heels are a must.

So you extract yourself from John’s lap and the booth with the grace of a ballet dancer, carefully sweeping your skirt under you so you don’t flash the whole bar.

Getting to your knees in a show of complete subservience on this slightly-sticky floor is a little much, you think, as you examine the tableau John wants you to present. Plus, this dress is dry clean only.

You settle for bending from the waist down at an angle that allows the man to see straight down your dress and tease everything else.

Your fingers pluck the napkin from the floor, then you pause. You look at the businessman through your eyelashes and watch him groan as his gaze traces the tops of your breasts in worship. You wink before standing to your full height.

Price watches you turn on one foot with blue eyes half-lidded, gratuitously checking out your curves, and a shit-eating grin tugging at the corners of his lips under his beard.

He lifts you by your hips onto his lap again so you’re straddling his thighs. “Good girl.” Daddy presses his face into the crook of your neck, inhales, his hands paw your hem and the edges of your stockings, just as you knew he would.

He kisses your cheek, bites the delicate skin of your neck until you’re trembling with pain and want. There’s something feral in the way he touches you, an insatiable hunger that would make him risk a public indecency charge with how fucking badly he needs you.

You gasp as you rake your nails through his scalp, messing up that beautifully coiffed hair. No one says you can’t be possessive, too.

You know who else is watching you; young women on unsatisfying Tinder dates, fantasizing about John Price dropping you and sweeping them off their feet. There are probably more than a few frustrated, neglected wives eyeing his charming, dominant manner like they’ll start tossing panties his way any second.

But he’s yours.

Price drags the strap of your dress down before shifting you right on top of the erection straining through his dress pants. “Daddy-“ You pant, throwing your head back and grinding down, fucking ruining his clothes with your messy, dripping arousal.

Your panties are fragile lace, to begin with, and when they’re this wet, all he would have to do is unzip his fly and tear them and push in-

“I can’t take you anywhere, can I?” Price hisses in your ear as he slides his large, veined hand up your thigh to grab a possessive handful of your ass.

When you kiss him, your nails leave red marks on his neck, then down his chest where you’ve popped open his top button. “Then take me home.”

Daddy helps you out of the booth first, naturally. Price is ever the consummate gentleman. He even helps slide your strap up and unwrinkle your skirt.

In a stroke of genius so smooth that you’d almost think he planned this, he plucks his coat from the hook and drapes it over one arm, hiding the prominent, stained bulge in his pants.

You walk to the bar together with your hand tucked in his elbow.

“Closing out, sir?” The bartender asks with a straight face.

Price nods. “Thanks.” You see his mouth flatten into a sly, troublemaking line. “Put the fellow in the gray suit’s drink on my tab. Looks like he could use a break.” He waves his hand at your voyeur like he’s dismissing a servant, lazy and unbothered.

The bartender’s straight face cracks momentarily with a conspiratorial grin. “Will do.”

“An’ that’s for you.” Once Daddy gets that gorgeous black AmEx card with no limit back, he sets a crisp hundred-dollar bill onto the bar.

The nice man takes it without hesitating. “You two have a good night. Come back anytime,” He says, dipping his head towards you in recognition—one service provider to another.

“Oh, we will.” Daddy steers you to the exit, nice and slow, so he can once again palm your ass through your tight dress for everyone to see.

You smile at the bartender, then at the poor guy you’ve been toying with all evening. “Bye,” You call over your shoulder.

The night air is freezing cold, and your breath comes out in foggy puffs. But it’s okay, because Price drapes his jacket around your bare shoulders before you can start to shiver, then draws you into a tight, warm hug as he waits for the valet to bring the car around.

You’re on your very best behavior in the unmarked black car. Your Daddy drives with both hands on the wheel, white-knuckled in anticipation, he makes full stops and uses his turn signal to change lanes. But the silence that falls over you like a veil is electric. It sparkles like static electricity, and his bright blue eyes dart to you every time you shift.

The walk through the pristine marble and gold lobby of this Ritz Carlton and the elevator ride to the top floor is a blur of meticulous propriety. John’s hand never leaves the small of your back, and he avoids brushing your bare skin. You smile politely at the elevator operator.

From the suite's floor-to-ceiling windows, the city skyline glitters beneath you like crushed stars thrown on a bed of black velvet.

And in these rooms, John Price is king.

The door closes with a heavy, decisive click.

There’s no need to be nervous, you tell yourself. You take the time you spend pulling his coat from your shoulders and hanging it up to regain composure.

Then you turn to face him. He’s watching you, always watching, muscled arms crossed one over the other. You’re the dancer in a music box resting in the palm of his hand. You are treasured, wanted, loved.

At last, he sighs, then scrubs his hand over his face. “It’s been a long day. Make me a drink, sweet thing?” John asks, moving towards the large armchair in the corner.

He finishes what you started with his shirt, untucks it after he gets it unbuttoned all the way, and rolls his sleeves up to his elbows. As he sits, you get a peak of the dark hair dusting his chest from the neckline of his undershirt.

“Yes, Daddy,” You murmur. Then you tilt your chin down the tiniest bit and look at him through your lashes, as shy as a newborn fawn. “I need some help with my dress.”

“Oh, princess,” Price sighs, his voice taking on a deeper, more sinful timbre. “Come here.” He doesn’t need to tell you twice.

You stand with your back facing him, so close that his knees bump your thighs. When you move your hair over one shoulder so it doesn’t get caught, Price’s fingers brush yours. His hands are steady as they pull your zipper down, inch by inch. Once he gets to the bottom, he sits back without saying a word.

The command couldn’t be more compelling if he had said it aloud.

You step away slowly and look over your shoulder as you do, your hands still holding the front of the dress to your chest. You turn smoothly and let the dress drop to the floor.

You’re a vision of full, rounded curves encased in the finest, most delicate lace, shimmering pale peach in the light of the lamp in the other corner. Your tits spill generously out of the cups of the bra, your (still soaked) panties highlight your soft belly, and Daddy lets out the most visceral, unhinged groan when he sees the fat of your thighs jiggle where your thigh-highs cut into your skin.

And then there’s his pearl necklace around your throat - the prettiest collar in the world.

The shadows around his crotch grow. “You’re too good to me.”

“Let me get you that drink, Daddy. An Old Fashioned?” You ask coyly. You’re walking towards the carved oak table in the middle of the suite’s living room before he can respond. It’s all part of the game.

There’s already a bottle of single barrel Kentucky Bourbon set next to a polished silver ice bucket, a carved crystal sugar bowl, an assortment of glasses, bitters, and an orange.

You make each movement as sensual and predatory as a leopard stalking prey; placing ice in the mixing glass, measuring the bourbon, you lick the spoon when you’re finished stirring, your eyes on him the entire time.

With a shining paring knife, you carve a sliver of peel from the orange and garnish his finished glass with it.

Now, to bring it to him.

Your heels barely make a sound on the thick, ornate carpet, and you find yourself before Price’s functional throne in only a few strides.

“On your knees.”

You go down happily, tucking your heels under your butt as you offer his drink.

Daddy takes it from your hand to hold it to the light and check the color. He brings it to his nose and inhales the scent of fresh orange zest and spicy bitters.

Finally, when he’s satisfied that you’ve made it properly, exactly how he’s taught you, Daddy takes a sip.

Your breath freezes in your lungs as you wait for his approval.

“Perfect, sweetheart. Just like you,” Price purrs, and you sag slightly on your knees in relief.

You crave him. You need his praise like water, like sunlight after a long, dark winter.

“Daddy- may- may I come closer?” You ask in a high-pitched, pleading voice.

He nods, and the face of his watch flashes gold as he pats his knee.

You ignore the carpet burn tearing into your skin as you shuffle forward to rest your cheek on his knee. Your body relaxes when Daddy begins to play with your hair, carding his rough fingers through your previously-neat curls. It’s pure bliss. All the thoughts melt out of your head from his ministrations, his blunt nails gently scratching your scalp. Ice clinks in the glass as he drinks, then he begins stroking your cheek. Price’s fingers wander across your temple before tracing the corner of your mouth.

You let out a small, contented noise, a barely-audible whine, and snuggle closer to his legs.

He sets the glass down on the side table, the sound frighteningly loud in the quiet. Just like that, every muscle in your body tenses, and your eyes snap open.

Daddy sits forward, cueing you to turn and face him. “See that, princess?” You are at eye level with the mouthwatering bulge in his dress pants, the one you were humping in the bar like a whore. “That’s because of you,” He hisses, his British accent turning the words sinister and gravelly.

Without realizing it, your thighs press together to relieve the flicker of newly-kindled ache in your cunt, and your jaw aches with phantom pain.

He takes your hand and places it over his dick. “I’ve been rock fuckin’ hard all night, and it’s your fault.” Your mouth fills with extra saliva when you wrap your fingers around his length in some fucked-up Pavlovian response, as your brain anticipates that you’ll need all the spit you can get.

You glance up at Daddy and see his handsome face set in a cold, distant mask, his mustache curling around his sneering lips. But his eyes- his eyes flash like a blue flame.

You’re too well-behaved to reach for his zipper yet, though you can’t deny that you’re a few moments away from begging for permission.

Price exaggerates his dismissive, drawn-out grumble. “Are you gonna do somethin’ about it?” He asks, raising a dark eyebrow as if to say that you should’ve already begun.

You blink your watery doe eyes, rounder and prettier than the moon, and wet your red-painted lips with your tongue.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” You begin, your voice quavering as you sink further down on your haunches. And with permission granted, you undo his fly in record time before slipping him out of his boxers.

John’s dick is a thing of beauty. And you would know; you’ve seen more than your fair share. So thick that you can barely wrap your fingers around him, veined, colored a deep, angry red.

You don’t take your eyes off his cock as you spit into your palm. You ensure Daddy has the perfect view as you pump your pretty hand over him, spreading your saliva as your mouth hangs open.

He throws his head back when you start moving your fingers, and a low groan echoes from his chest.

Then Price grins, a lazy, cocky expression that goes straight to your core, blue eyes lidded, and he sprawls out once more to pick up his glass.

He pretends he’s too busy enjoying his cocktail; you pretend you don’t know he’s watching in rapture. “Should be fuckin’ sorry, shit,” He moans as you bend to trace the thick vein on the underside of his dick with your precise, clever tongue.

You pull back from his shaft to flutter your thick, made-up lashes, a single strand of glimmering spit connecting your lips to him.

Then you start to work him into your mouth. You glide your tongue up and down in long, sensual strokes, then pop the bulbous tip of his cock between your lips. He likes it slow. He likes making you work for it.

“Fuck, yeah, that’s it.” Daddy doesn’t touch your hair, not yet. He wants to. The glass shakes in his hand, and his knuckles go white with the effort of holding on.

Salt coats your tongue, then musk, your mouth filling with his taste. It’s so sinfully good that it sends your eyes rolling back and pulls a quiet whimper from your throat. You chase it, finally taking as much of him as possible into your mouth. Your fist works what doesn’t fit, moving in slick synchronization with your lips.

There’s slobber dripping down his length, onto your hand, on his pants, making a little damp pool on the fancy carpet.

You focus on relaxing your soft palate, balancing busting your jaw open on Daddy’s cock, and breathing. “Suck my cock like you’re sorry,” Price orders before drinking. You hollow your cheeks just as he swallows, creating a hot, wet vacuum sucking his soul out of him.

That sip turns into a choking cough, then a low, tortured groan.

The next thing you know, his large hand fists in your hair, tugging so hard on your scalp that you see stars.

“Don’t whine,” Price snaps. “Daddy’s too tired for your shit.”

He fucks your mouth with one hand and savors his drink with the other. He doesn’t even meet your tear-filled gaze.

Your knees shift on the carpet so you can rock your aching, swollen clit against the barrier of your panties.

Your hair knots and tangles around his fingers as he sits forward. Then he angles your mouth up to pump himself down your throat. “Choke- uh- on it. Choke- uh- on my dick,” Daddy groans, his face flushed with exertion.

The tears building in your eyes spill over your cheeks as you struggle to inhale. Each hiccup and desperate spasm of your windpipe draws pleasured, breathless sounds from Price.

You can’t- you can’t think, you’re trying to be good, and your jaw is on fire. Your tongue has gone numb, and you feel him harden further. Your fingers dig into the fabric of his pants, anything to hold your limp torso up.

There’s snot in your nose and precum spilling out of your stuffed cheeks, and his cock makes loud, explicit squelches as you gag and sob.

His fist trembles in your ruined curls. “Cry all you want, baby. Let me see those tears,” Price snarls.

He knocks back the dregs of his drink, then sets the empty glass to the side so he can cup your face. You barely notice him drag his fingers through the mascara bleeding down your cheeks and red lipstick smeared across your jaw.

Deliriously, you wonder if he’s in your esophagus now. It sure feels like it - your nose brushes the wiry, spit-soaked hairs at the base of his cock.

“Fuckin- your sloppy, slutty mouth feels so good.” His voice echoes in your ears, overlaid with your weak, helpless whines. You’re not sure if you’re begging for mercy or moremoremore.

Daddy grits his teeth as his thrusts grow erratic and feverish.

A stream of curses and jumbled words flow from his mouth. You tune them out for the most part. The oxygen deprivation makes you fuzzy and weightless, and slick from your empty cunt tracks down your thigh. You don’t need to think when he’s pounding your mouth like he loathes you.

You just have to relax, be his perfect fleshlight, and let your Daddy take care of the rest.

“Almost there, baby. Make me come.” The world comes back into ultra-sharp 4K focus. Shit is about to get fucked-

Daddy looks at you like he’s looking at an angel, like you’re a real princess, his pupils blown as large as a solar eclipse. He always tells you how beautiful you are after you suck him off. “Fuuuuuuck…” Price groans, face red and sweaty as he stiffens in the seat-

Salty cum fills your mouth, sticking to your tongue and coating the back of your throat, and you retch on instinct, clawing at his legs as you tremble and heave.

He pulls you down on his cock and holds you there through the last spurt. “Swallow. Now,” Daddy barks before releasing your hair.

You comply mindlessly, gulping as you sag to the floor.

Price reaches down and picks you off the carpet like you weigh nothing. He settles you into his lap and wraps himself around you as tight as he can, helping you bury your face in the crook of his neck. “There’s a good girl,” Daddy coos as he drops delicate kisses on your damp forehead and rocks you in his arms.

The pearl necklace is covered in a mixture of fluids you don’t even want to think about. You’re pretty sure all the cum you couldn’t swallow dripped there. How fitting. If it didn’t hurt to laugh, you would.

“What do you say?”

You poke your head up. “Thank you for giving me your cum, Daddy,” You say hoarsely, trailing your nails through the hair on his chest.

He kisses you softly, so softly that your heart aches. Your mouth is sore and swollen, and he soothes the pain with gentle touches, his tongue swiping across yours to taste himself. John pulls you so close that you can feel his heart thundering in his chest, full-out gallop, and you sigh sweetly. One of his hands rests on your thigh, then absentmindedly fiddles with your stocking.

“You’re welcome, princess,” He tells you before kissing your nose and chuckling when you wrinkle it.

John is so warm, so strong and powerful, and the feeling of his skin settles your nerves better than a nicotine high.

His lips bear the faintest tint of pink. You swipe your thumb over them and come back with a trace of pigment from your lipstick.

Daddy smiles when he sees it. He slides his fingers under your chin to steal another kiss.

“You’re so gorgeous like this. Absolutely perfect,” He whispers.

“I’m all messy.” Messy is an understatement. You look defiled. You’ve cried off your eyeliner, and somehow, some of it has ended up on your bra. You don’t even want to think about how your underwear looks, probably stretched from your grinding and so wet they’re two shades darker than before.

He brushes your tangled hair from your neck with adoration. “Beautiful girl.” He swipes his fingers along your necklace, gathering the remaining cum, and feeds it to you like a rare delicacy. Once you’ve sucked his fingers clean, Price bends to kiss your neck and wreath hickies on your skin.

You gasp and throw your head back as pain runs with pleasure in your veins.

“And a good drink. Your best one yet,” He tells you before sinking his teeth into one of the dark marks to ensure it lasts.

Your vocal cords protest when you cry out. “Hurts. Ouch.” Your lips twist into a cute little pout, one that Daddy happily kisses away.

“Poor princess can’t talk ‘cause I came down her throat? We can’t have that, her voice is as beautiful as she is.”

Your eyes light up with excitement as Daddy continues. He intersperses his words with wandering hands that slide under your bra straps before hunting for the clasp.

“Let me make it up to her, hm?”

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TO BE CONTINUED

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Can you lease write the sfw alphabet for Twice Chaeyoung? I will be very grateful, thanks in advance

Chaeyoung Fluff Alphabet (Requested!)

a/n: of course I can do this for you, my dear! hope you enjoy this. sorry for being late on my post. ...it's been a long week 🥲

tw: none!

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Affection (How do they show their affection? What love language(s) do they use?)

Chaeyoung’s main love language is gift-giving - whether it’s art, lyrics, or a more tangible gift, she’s always got something thoughtful to give to you. Even if it’s as simple as a small trinket or matching phone cases, she loves to get stuff for you.

Beauty (What do they admire about their S/O? What makes their S/O beautiful?)

If you’ve got tattoos, she definitely has given them a second glance on multiple occasions, and she has run her fingertips over the ink whenever she needs to think or clear her head (as if you don’t distract her enough already). She also admires your independence when it comes to getting what you want out of life.

Comfort (How would they help their S/O if they were having a rough day?)

Chaeyoung lets you listen/read to some of her unreleased songs and music, especially if they’re about you, in order to cheer you up. She also likes to wrap her arms around you and bury her head in your back because you deserve to feel protected and loved.

Dreams (How do they picture their future with their S/O?)

Chaeyoung imagines you two living relatively remotely - in your own world, away from the prying eyes of others. Of course, that’s not entirely possible, so you settle on a small house a bit outside of a city center so she can have you (mostly) to herself while you can still enjoy life in and out of the city.

Equal (Do they tend to be more dominant or passive in the relationship?)

She’s more of a quiet dominant type - not the one you’d expect to be dominant on the first go. Chaeyoung plans dates and takes the lead in your relationship, but she doesn’t do it in an authoritative way. She takes your likes, dislikes, and opinions into consideration when she’s making plans for the two of you. She’s the first to initiate affection, too, although she can get a bit flustered if things get a little heated between the two of you.

Fight (Would they easily forgive their S/O after a fight? How would a typical fight go?)

She’s another member that I don’t see getting into verbal altercations with their partners. You and Chaeyoung may get into an argument and it may get intense, but one of you walks away before you say something that you regret. She’s usually the first to call you and ask if you’re ready to talk or if you need more time, and she’s open to either option.

Gratitude (How grateful are they for everything that their S/O does for them?)

She’s super polite, especially when it comes to your sweet actions towards her. Always says thank you when you buy her lunch or a small trinket that reminds you of her. She also likes to repay the favor with affection, dates, or buying things for you as well.

Honesty (Do they tend to keep secrets from their S/O, or do they share everything?)

Chaeyoung isn’t a secretive person, but it takes a while for her to open up about everything. She is an open book when your relationship with her deepens, so feel free to ask her about anything because she’ll happily tell you about it.

Inspiration (Did their S/O change them, or was it the other way around?)

Chaeyoung inspires you - she can sing, dance, rap, draw, write lyrics… it’s hard to not admire her abilities. You’re always there to support her whenever she needs you the most.

Jealousy (Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

Chaeyoung does get jealous, but it takes her less time to step in and deal with the situation. She doesn’t mind wrapping an arm around your waist if someone gets a little too close for her comfort, or if they really aren’t getting the hint, a pet name or kiss on the lips will do.

Kiss (How often do they kiss you? Where do they like to kiss you?)

She loves to kiss you on the lips - they are short and sweet as a simple way to show affection. She also likes longer kisses where the two of you can get lost in each other. Chaeyoung doesn’t mind kissing your hand as a way to fluster you, but she gets flustered if you do the same back to her.

Lazy Day (How do they like to spend days off with their S/O?)

Chaeyoung likes to spend her days off at home with you. Even if you’re not in the same room or if you’re not doing something together, simply being in your presence is enough to relax her mind.

Marriage (Do they want to get married? How often do they think about marrying their S/O?)

Chaeyoung likes the idea of marrying you as a next step in your relationship, but she won’t force you into anything. Small conversations here and there will help gauge your interest in marriage, and she moves forward from there.

Nicknames (What do they call their S/O?)

Babe, baby, love, my muse

More modern nicknames are Chaeyoung’s preferences, but the last one is your phone contact name (her members tease her about this all of the time).

On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they are in love? Is it extremely obvious to others?)

Chaeyoung is a creative being, so her creative output explodes when the two of you are together. Her more romantic art comes forward with new life like no one has seen before. She also gets red in the face whenever your name is mentioned, so it’s pretty obvious that she’s head over heels for you.

PDA (Are they very upfront with their relationship, or do they prefer to keep things quiet?)

Chaeyoung doesn’t really mind PDA - it’s all up to you. If you’re comfortable with more PDA, she’s happy to kiss you in public. If you’re not, well, she gets all of you to herself at home.

Quirk (Some random personality trait that makes them an excellent partner.)

Chaeyoung likes to go with the flow of everything, so she’s an agreeable person to get along with. You tend to put her preferences above all, but she always has your comfort, safety, and affection in mind whenever she makes decisions.

Romance (Are they a born romantic ready to woo their S/O at any moment, or do they struggle to spark romantic moments with their S/O?)

Chaeyoung is a hidden born romantic - she doesn’t often display it in front of others, but when she’s in the mood for romance, you’re in for a treat. She isn’t the old-fashioned type of romantic, but she does buy your flowers and sweets if you’re having a rough day or if you need a pick-me-up.

Support (How do they help support their S/O to reach their goals?)

Chaeyoung supports you with her words. A gentle good luck, a sweet text on a rough day, or an end of day phone call is enough to motivate you to keep moving towards your goals.

Thrill (Do they like trying out new things to spice up their relationship, or do they prefer to stick to a routine?)

Chaeyoung likes to try new things with the two of you - new date nights especially. She doesn’t worry about them going well or not - it’s not about the experience for her, but the person she is with.

Understanding (How well do they know their partner?)

Chaeyoung understands you perfectly - you compliment each other as partners, after all. She can read your body language well and tell when you’re not feeling well, sometimes before you understand what’s going on yourself.

Value (How important is the relationship to the person versus other relationships and things in their life?)

Chaeyoung values your relationship just as much as she values her crafts and talents. She treats you with love and respect, as do you. Your relationship is one of the best parts of her life, and Chaeyoung doesn’t want to spoil that.

Wild Card (A random fluffy headcanon that you have about the relationship?)

Chaeyoung, the semi-romantic lyricist, has you as the focus of her writing at times. Sometimes you’ll appear in her drawings, but most of the time, your presence is felt in her lyrics.

XOXO (Do they like to kiss, hug, and cuddle you? How often do they do so?)

Chaeyoung loves to cuddle with you after a long day of work. She often kisses and hugs you, as much as you’ll allow her to, because it’s one of her favorite ways to show affection to you.

Yearning (How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?)

She sends you a lot of texts, calls you, and video chats with you if you’re available. She does go on with day-to-day life, but she wants to have you there, as much as you can be, while you’re away.

Zeal (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

Although she might not say it, Chaeyoung would burn literal bridges for you. Of course, you’d do the same for her, which only makes her more willing to put herself on the line for you.

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Jake Yandere Profile

(Disclaimer: I do not condone this behavior, nor think the idol acts like this in any way. This is purely fiction and for entertainment purposes only.)

. .. .♡·˚ 𝚃𝚆: toxic and obsessive behavior (obviously).

. .. .♡·˚ 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂/𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂: use of ‘gorgeous’ and ‘pretty’ (gender neutral).

Sim Jaeyun

Occupation: Pet shop employee Yandere type: Caring, clingy, and depending Violence level: 8/10 Danger level: 8/10 Punishment: 1/10

First time seeing you There weren’t many customers on the night shift, the exceptions being adults with crazy schedules or bored teenagers who made their pets an excuse to go out. You, on the other hand, were an exception among exceptions. Finding a starved stray kitten on the streets on your way home made your heart sink, and you took it without hesitation. You wrapped the kitten in a hug and rushed for its life, knowing there was a pet shop right down the street, near a vet facility.

“Good night, how can I help you?” Jake was strolling through his phone when you came up. Despite his welcoming tone, he didn’t look at you at first, only caring to meet your eyes when he heard you panting – and boy, oh boy, how gorgeous you are. He even dropped his phone on the desk, palms sweaty and face reddening.

“I… I need to feed this little one here, asap,” he could swear he saw the stars in your eyes.

It took him a minute to start moving around the shop to get what you needed, he was so mesmerized by your appearance. He kept looking at your face while you caressed the animal, only looking down to his feet when you caught him staring. With a flirtatious smile, he crouched down to touch the kitten’s head.

“Pretty boy/girl like you… such a shame you like cats.”

Personality/Traits

Don’t get fooled by his sweet words, caring actions, and physical affection. He may be a sweetheart to his friends and you, but he has his short limits with people (and trust me, you don’t wanna see this boy mad).

Will use the rescued kitten you keep bringing to the clinic next to the shop to see and talk to you.

It wasn’t long until he had your phone number, which he asked with the sweetest smile, knowing you wouldn’t say no.

He’s always so worried about you and your well-being. Buys you food, sends you morning and night messages (might keep you talking to him the whole day), shows up at your place randomly claiming that he was worried you’d be skipping meals due to stress – you were pretty sure you didn’t send him your address, but what could you say?

Also likes to take you on mini dates, such as a short walk around the neighborhood, a picnic in the park when he needs to take Layla out, or just bringing you to accompany him during his night shift, acting like your boyfriend so people don’t hit on you (secretly tells some he’s your actual boyfriend to keep them away).

At first, you thought he was just a protective best friend. He’s relieved you didn’t realize his murderous glare at the customer flirting with you the other day. He’s also happy you didn’t miss that coworker that kept buzzing you.

110% clingy. Will take any opportunity to hold your hands, touch your face, or any form of physical contact you allow him. He just loves how your skin feels against his.

Loves to cling to you when you’re doing anything, just to support and watch you.

Flirts blatantly with you ’cause he loves to see you all shy, but if you reply or flirt back, he becomes even shyer and hides his face into the crook of your neck.

Always napping on your shoulders and inviting you to join him. And he drools a bit too (if you bring it up to him, he’ll embarrassingly dismiss it and state he’s just leaving his smell on you).

He’s the type to brag about how you’re so attractive to his friends. Shows them his favorite pictures and goes on and on about how much he adores you and your personality, but as soon as they become interested, he’s all cranky and cutely protective.

Jake never fails to amaze you with the random gifts he gives you. As a result, you learn how attentive he is. If you mention you’re especially fond of a specific color, he’s only buying items in that color.

In addition, he randomly sends you photographs of clothing he thinks you’ll like and asks what size you want it (don’t even dare mention money to him, he’ll stop you immediately).

Jake wants to watch every single movie release with you. He prefers to have you come to his house rather than go to the movies, so he can be close to you while sharing and learning your favorite genres, tv shows, and actors/actresses.

Pictures and more pictures. He’s taking as many as he can while you’re around, he has so many folders dedicated to your pics (more about this trait here).

Book recommendations constantly, and if you’re a bookworm, he’ll read every book you mention.

He may recommend a physics book (at least pretend you’re interested and you have all his heart).

He’s been told by his closest friends that he’s a bit too infatuated with you, but his response it’s always how he’s proud that he loves someone that much. Let’s be honest, he’s a sweetheart.

Pet names:

Baby boy/girl

Kitten

Babe

Love

PDA:

If you’re okay with PDA, he’s in heaven. Jake won’t be shy about it at all, especially because he gets to demonstrate his affection in front of people who might have their eyes on you.

He always has his hands on you, whether holding your own hands or around your waist, never forgetting to caress the area so you feel relaxed.

Long-lasting back hugs, cheek kisses, piggyback rides to anywhere, he’s in for it all.

It’s not like he gives you any chance to start physical contact, but he’ll be the happiest man alive if you start it – be it a surprise hug or blocking his eyes with your hands when you visit him in the shop.

If you react negatively to any of his physical advances, he’ll be understanding and more than happy with just holding hands or being by your side.

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Showing affection headcanons 2

Friendly reminder that English is not my first language. You can check my Masterlists both in English and Polish here.

Venti

✧ Clingy with the need of attention - this is the first thing that comes to your mind when you think about him.

✧ He has a tendency to act like a child. He is everywhere and needs attention.

Have you seen what is happening in the market? No? You both have to go there now!

Were you watching me doing that trick? Well, see it now!

Are you listening to me at all? That day...

If he has your attention, he feels loved. Therefore, he gets jealous. More for show than for real but guys around you should be aware because he'll give stare at them or he'll just grab your hand and take you away without explanation.

✧ Venti likes to use the wind to pick you up. He'll make your hair look bad in a funny way or lift your skirt for if you wear it (within the limits of decency of course, almost...).

✧ He will sing for you any time of the day or night. Whether it's a private concert or a drunken shanty at Angel's Share, he'll take out his lyre and charm you and others present with his voice.

✧ He often takes you to the big tree in Windrise. Then he gets more serious and instead of quick kisses, before you expect it, he lays his head on your shoulder, reminiscing about older times. Then he also honestly talks about how much he appreciates you and what you have changed in his life.

Zhongli

✧ Master of remembering details. The little things you shared with him, even long ago, turn into something special. Whether it's a gift or a place you wanted to see.

✧ His way of showing affection is to support and care for you. If you're having a bad day at a restaurant, he'll always gently ask how you're feeling. If you want to tell him, he'll listen, if not, he's got plenty of stories to distract you from your problems. Traditionally, he will make tea and then cover you with a blanket and you will sit together.

✧ Zhongli is a person who is used to showing affection more in private than in public but if you like walking around the city hand in hand, he doesn't mind.

✧ He loves to cuddle. You always feel safe in his arms.

✧ When you offered to comb his hair, he agreed and he must admit that he liked it a lot more than he thought. Now he often lets you do it or braid it.

Gorou

✧ If he's happy, his tail starts wagging. This is especially common with you. You can easily tell his emotions by his ears. Ever since a rumor spread among his people that his ears were lucky, you started petting them for fun. Embarrassed, he admitted that he liked it very much.

✧ Since the war in Inazuma ended, you have more time for each other. He especially appreciates being with you. Even if it's just paperwork, he doesn't mind. However, he especially encourages you to climb with him. He will always check the equipment several times and whether you are well fastened. He wants to be sure of your safety.

✧ He often brings you small gifts. Especially shells from the beach or pearls from Watatsumi. At some point it occurred to him that you probably had many of them before, after all, you lived on this island since childhood. He flattened his ears and started promising bringing something else but you assured him that the presents were beautiful and made a necklace out of them. Several people have complained that it looks childish but you don't care.

✧ You are a hero in his eyes since you learned how to cleverly save him from Yae Miko's clutches. The first time he yelled that you were so gorgeous he could kiss you. When you said you may do it, he got so embarrassed that you didn't bring it up again. He's not ready for it yet.

Barbara Pegg

✧ If there's one thing you can be sure of, it's that Barbara will let you know that she loves you. Even if she gets embarrassed sometimes, she is so open that the words I love you are not a problem for her.

✧ Dressing your wounds is also an expression of affection for her. She will always help you when you have an accident or monsters attack you around Mondstadt. Barbara likes to apply bandages and tie mini bows on them. She also used to draw hearts on your cast.

✧ She loves to give you goodbye kisses on the cheek. You, on the other hand, love kissing her forehead. She considers it a very tender and caring gesture.

✧ She composed some love songs for you. You happened to find them by accident in her things. She's only sung one for you so far because she says the rest aren't finished. You have to wait until your birthday.

✧ Whether or not you believe in Barbatos she prays to him for your health and prosperity in all matters.

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Cardinal Copia SFW Alphabet <3

Hi hi! I’m Demeter! I’m primarily active in the Marvel community but I’ve shifted myself over to ghost! I still write for both and my inbox is always open for suggestions!! So PLEASE SEND ME SOME GHOST REQUEST!! I WRITE FOR EVERYONE!! Anyways, here we go!

A = Affection:

Cardinal Copia is naturally affectionate, often expressing his care through warm embraces and gentle touches. He shows affection by surprising loved ones with thoughtful gestures, such as leaving small gifts or writing heartfelt notes. He loves surprising you with things like your favorite treat or your own personal acoustic concert of new/old songs.

B = Best friend:

As a best friend, Cardinal Copia is loyal and supportive. The friendship with him would likely start through a shared interest or a chance encounter. I like to imagine that you probably met him as a sister of sin and soon became his secretary. I know it’s cliché but I eat that shit up EVERY TIME!! I ,also, like to imagine that you are a vet/ pet care worker and he brings a rat when he gets sick. He, then, starts to make excuses to come see you because you don’t judge him for his pet choice. He would be the type of friend who listens attentively, offers advice, and is always there to lend a helping hand.

C = Cuddles:

Cardinal Copia enjoys cuddling, finding comfort in physical closeness. His cuddles are warm and reassuring, often accompanied by soft whispers or soothing strokes. He cherishes the intimate moments shared with his partner. He loves any position as long as he’s basically squeezed into you. You’re his true and only love and he’s not gonna lose it.

D = Domestic:

While Copia has a busy life, he appreciates the idea of settling down. He might not be the most skilled at cooking and cleaning, but he's willing to learn and contribute. His enthusiasm in creating a cozy and welcoming home would make up for any domestic shortcomings. I love to think he’s shit at cooking. Eggs? Burnt. Toast? Burnt? Cereal? Somehow, also burnt. But those aren’t things he really ate since he grew up in Italian culture. But, he can make killer Italian food and pastry. (Oh God, am I gonna have to write a domestic Copia fic?)

E = Ending:

If Copia had to break up with his partner, he would approach it with honesty and compassion. He would ensure that the conversation takes place in a private and comfortable setting. He would make sure that you understood why it was happening But God, it would it break his heart to do it. He would probably break up with you because he felt like he wasn’t giving you enough time on tour. Or that when he became papa, he’s so involved in paperwork that he doesn’t have enough time with you. He wants to fulfill his duty as leader but, he wants to keep you as happy as possible.

F = Fiancé(e):

Copia is open to commitment and values the bond of marriage. However, he believes in taking the time to build a strong foundation before rushing into such a significant step. Since marriage really wouldn’t be a option while he’s a papa, he would probably not think about this. He would be happy just knowing you were his forever. If you were serious for a while after he became papa, he would probably make you prime mover. But he treat you with a lot more respect than just a sexual partner.

G = Gentle:

Cardinal Copia is naturally gentle, both physically and emotionally. He handles delicate situations with care and approaches relationships with a soft touch. He takes great pride in treating others with kindness and tenderness. That’s one of the reasons why Nihil didn’t like that thought of him being Papa. As Cardinal, he was kind. He never raised his voice and would always be compassionate. He would always give a hand to anyone who needed it. Nihil didn’t believe that Copia would be capable of being a strong and serious leader.

H = Hugs:

Copia enjoys hugs and believes in its power to convey warmth and affection. He is generous with his hugs, freely giving them to express comfort, support, and love. He appreciates the comforting embrace of others as well. But his hugs… are exquisite. His hugs come from gentle arms but it tell you that they are with you. I can imagine after a long day of hard work. Both of you are having a bad day so you just sit and the couch and cuddle forever. I imagine he wears a very strong woodsy cologne.

I = I love you:

here’s the thing, we all know our mans is clumsy. I would think that Copia would try to takes his time before saying the L-word. He would want to be certain of his feelings and ensure that the connection is deep and meaningful. Despite that, he probably would say it in the most random times. You could be having a bad day and crying and he would come over and comfort you and tell you that he loves you. Or he accidentally bumped into you and tell you then. It’s probably not in the most fairytale way but it’s genuine.

J = Jealousy:

Copia prone to intense jealousy…. Especially if it deals with his brothers. He trusts you and believes in open communication to address any concerns. He’ll probably seek reassurance but he’ll never become possessive or controlling. Now, if you’re at a ritual and someone comes up and starts flirting with you, you better believe that he is on you. Holding you as tight as you can the entire night. Everyone in the ministry knows not to mess with you but once you get out and about, there’s no telling what could happen. And don’t even get me started about how he acts with his brothers and you. One time, before you were together, he saw you and Primo talking and laughing in the garden. He thought that you were flirting with each other so he ran to his room to cry for three solid days. When he joked about this later on, you told him that you actually remember that. You were actually in the garden talking about what flowers were Copia’s favorite and Primo was making fun of you (jokingly) for being in love with his brother.

K = Kisses:

His kisses are passionate and tender. He enjoys exploring different areas of intimacy and finds pleasure in sharing gentle kisses on the lips, as well as on the forehead, cheek, and hands. He appreciates both giving and receiving kisses on the neck, finding it particularly intimate. His first kiss with you one of two things: After a rather successful ritual and he ran backstage and kissed you. He was so caught up in emotions that he kinda forgot it was his first kiss but everything went perfect. Or, he could’ve been trying to confess his feelings. I imagine him stuttering and getting all jittery trying to explain how he feels and you cut him off by kissing him to let him know you feel the same.

L = Little ones:

Cardinal Copia is kind and nurturing around children. He’s a bit awkward at first, especially with babies, but after seeing how you interact with them, his tension would start to melt away and he relaxed around them. As they get older, Copia enjoys their innocent enthusiasm and loves to entertain them with his rats or his musical skills. He somehow has a natural ability to connect with kids, providing them a sense of security and understanding.

M = Morning:

Mornings with Cardinal Copia are often filled with laughter and warmth. He enjoys cozy breakfasts together, sharing light-hearted conversations and affectionate gestures. He might surprise his partner with a fresh cup of coffee or breakfast in bed. Especially if he makes that breakfast. It will consist of some thing that his brothers taught him when he was younger.

N = Night:

Nights with Copia are a time for intimacy and deep connection. He enjoys cuddling in bed, exchanging whispers and soft kisses. He cherishes the quiet moments shared, where he can truly be present with his partner. At night, he likes to read some sort of book. His makeup is off, his hair messy, glasses on. Hell, he’s probably playing something like Candy Crush or something.

O = Open:

Copia starts revealing things about himself gradually, allowing trust and familiarity to develop. Being friends for a long time meant that you two were already very comfortable telling each other things. When you start dating, he was slow to tell you even more secrets, until he knew you were the one. He believes in the importance of maintaining a balance between sharing personal details and respecting his own boundaries.

P = Patience:

Copia possesses a patient demeanor. He doesn't get easily angered and prefers to approach conflicts or frustrations with calmness and understanding. He believes in working through challenges together, fostering growth and harmony within the relationship. Now if you guys got angry with each other, he would feel like it was all his fault and he would try to make it up to you only for you to apologize too and remind him that it wasn’t all his fault. Overall, you very rarely fight, and he intends to keep it that way.

Q = Quizzes:

Copia has a remarkable memory and pays attention to the details. He remembers significant moments and appreciates the little things that his partner mentions in passing. His ability to recall and cherish these details adds a personal touch to their relationship. He would pretend not to remember things about you and ask you. It never annoyed you though. He loved hearing you talk about yourself and all of the things you can do. He’s absolutely smitten by you. Those conversations would reminded of how special you are.

R = Remember:

Copia's favorite moment in the relationship would be the first time his partner truly understood and embraced his dual nature, both the light and the darkness within him. It symbolizes acceptance and genuine connection, bringing immense joy and satisfaction. It would probably be after a particularly long tour. He just needed time to sit and think. You were right there beside him and constantly reassured him that he did a great job. He also really enjoys when you confessed to each other. Remember, you’re his first love. This is not something he’s ever experienced before. Thinking about all of those things you said about him and why you love him truly makes him smile every time he thinks about it.

S = Security:

Copia is protective of you and takes your safety seriously. He would do everything in his power to shield you from harm, whether it's physical or emotional. He would even ask Sister Imperator to teach you defensive and offensive spell you can so you can never be hurt. He appreciates a sense of security in his own life and you can offer him support and protection when needed.

T = Try:

Copia puts a great deal of effort into creating memorable experiences for you. He plans thoughtfully curated dates, celebrates anniversaries with heartfelt gestures, and surprises them with meaningful gifts. He believes in continuously nurturing the relationship and showing love through everyday tasks and acts of kindness. He always wants you to know how much he loves you. He would go to the ends of the earth for you and wants you to know it.

U = Ugly:

One of Copia's bad habits would be his jealousy. Like I said before, he’s very possessive and sometimes this causes the two of you to fight from time to time. He wants you to be with him, but you need him to respect your boundaries. Eventually, the two of you would make up and find a happy middle where you both were happy.

V = Vanity:

On the outside, it seems that Copia takes pride in his appearance and pays attention to his looks. He does believes in presenting himself well and maintains a certain level of vanity. However, he very self conscious in his looks.

For his partner, he values substance over superficiality and appreciates genuine connections beyond mere physical attraction. He’s not concerned about your looks at all and you amaze him even in your pajamas or in your clergy wear. You’re beautiful because of who you are. But, it’s an absolute bonus that he finds you smoking hot.

W = Whole:

Copia feels complete and fulfilled when he's in a loving relationship. He thrives on the emotional bond and shared experiences with you. While he's an individual with his own identity, he believes that love enhances and enriches his life. Once he gets with you, however, he is truly terrified of losing you. He knows that he would never be whole again if he lost you. You are his world and he couldn’t even bear the thought of a life without you.

X = Xtra:

Do I think that he’s nervous and clumsy? Yes, but he hides it very well. When he first met you, he treated you with such elegant and poise. But on the inside he was a mess. He felt like his heart was beating out of his chest and that he could fall dead on the floor any minute.

I also feel like if he kept rats, he would love them but would be terrified of seeing one out and about. Just imagine that the cage breaks and all of a sudden there’s a rat running around the ministry. Someone will scream “there is a rat “and immediately he will turn his head and scream. He would totally forget that he actually has pet rats. Y’all know that one audio on TikTok that goes “It’s Shredder” and he goes “WHERE”… it’d be like that

Y = Yuck:

Copia dislikes dishonesty and lack of integrity in both himself and others. He values transparency and expects his partner to be honest and genuine. He also dislikes arrogance and selfishness, as these traits go against his core values.

Z = Zzz:

God, let’s not talk about his schedule. Copia’s sleep habits are hella irregular due to his busy schedule. However, when he does find the time to rest, he enjoys sleeping in a comfortable and cozy environment. That 100% means his bed, cuddled next to you or your guys matching plague doctor plushies. When he has the chance, he will always nap with you. He love those naps when it rains. The bad weather makes him want to stay in and relax with you. He loves feeling your body cuddled up against yours and when it rains, he brings you up to your bedroom and cuddles you until you both fall asleep.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA For basically giving up on my cat?

It's been a few years and I actually have gotten minor trauma from this event. But when I graduated high school my dad came back one day with a gift for me: a little kitten. I loved him so much he became my emotional support animal and he naturally would help me come down from psychosis episodes and anxiety/panic attacks. He was my life. A few years ago, my mom moved out of our apartment and displaced me and my partner. We were technically homeless. My grandmother pushed me into staying with her and my partner stayed with his family. I had 2 cats at the time (one elderly and one my esa) but My grandmother hates cats and said she'd kill them if I brought them with me. So they went with my partner. Then my partners family became homeless after they got evicted because the new landlord wanted new tenants. They didn't do anything wrong, he literally just said, "I want to see new faces and start fresh" so he kicked them out. So I asked a friend of my mom if she could watch my cats. She said yes, but my esa didn't get along with her other cat, so she asked a neighbor to watch him while I figured out something. Two of my friends were moving in together and said, "hey we can take your cats with us that way they have a place to stay where you can see them whenever you want" cuz we literally have a key to their apartment and are allowed to go over whenever for whatever reason. So I talked to my mom's friend and she said "yeah you can take your (elderly) cat back" and no problem. Then she had me message her neighbor to get my ESA back. The neighbor said "no. I found some knots and mats in his fur, which means you're clearly neglecting him so I gave him to my grandson. If you try and take the cat back I'm calling the ASPCA and you'll never be allowed to have a pet ever again". Prior to him going over to there, I had previously actually shaved/trimmed him so I KNOW he didn't have knots/mats. If he did it was because SHE neglected him when he was in her care. Despite the fact that I gave her his entire grooming kit. I even told her, "he's a longhair you need to brush him every day and every few weeks you need to trim him" and she agreed to it. Clearly she never did it and blamed me instead. She said, "it's better he's with my grandson because my grandson is blind and ACTUALLY needs an ESA. you don't need an esa Just because you have anxiety". Readers, I have schizophrenia, autism, and adhd. Diagnosed. My doctor has my cat ON FILE as my ESA. I was at my two younger brothers birthday party, crying my eyes out. But to this day, I keep feeling this absolute guilt that I'm an awful person for not fighting to get my cat back. Last year that same lady texted me telling me I was a horrible pet owner for not even asking how he was doing and just giving up on him. I told her to never contact me ever again. I just thought what's the point? We're getting our own apartment soon but we were homeless for so long that at this point I feel like he probably has a better life now without me. But her saying I was an asshole for not fighting for him makes me cry at night still. I feel like a bad person. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[dazais-number1-whore]

•The Type of Person Akaashi Keiji is•

Akaashi x Reader fanfic

- 783 words

Akaashi Keiji is the type of guy that would always bring you flowers just because. He’s the type of guy that could probably handle you no matter how crazy you are. Akaashi Keiji is a person that would always stick by you and cares for you in your lowest times. He’s the type of man to read books to you while you cuddle.

He’s the type to always remember the small details. He’s the type of guy that would practice saying “present” when his teacher is taking role because of his social anxiety. Akaashi Keiji always messes with his hands when he’s anxious. He’s the type to make pinky promises with you and never break them. Akaashi Keiji is a big tease.

He’s the type of guy that if something caught your eye he would buy it for you the next day. He’s the type of guy to help you study if you’re struggling. Akaashi is the type to ask you if he can hold your hand etc. because he likes consent and making you feel safe is important to him. Akaashi Keiji is the type to always and I mean always write you love letters because he just can’t help himself.

He’s the type of guy that if you had a bad day he’d make or get your favorite meal and let you vent out to him. He’s the type of guy that would hold your hand or rub his thumb over your hand when either of you guys gets anxious. He’s an amazing gift giver because of how observant he is. He has the type of eyes that you could just get lost in over and over again. His hair is probably really soft to run your hands through.

He’s extremely insecure about his hands even though they’re perfect. He always compares himself to others when he does something wrong even tho he’s perfect the way he is. He loves reading but loves reading even more in a cafe. He doesn’t enjoy studying much but he does it anyways. He always finds out a way to deal with Bokuto. He may lose his temper rarely but when he does he always makes it up to you. Akaashi is the type of guy that tends to keep his problems to himself and that leads to them piling up.

He’s absolutely willing to dance with you in the rain. Akaashi Keiji loves to cook with you. He always says good morning and goodnight. Akaashi is the type of guy that would stare at you for a long time and never notice until you catch him but he still ends up doing it every time. He’s the type of guy that always, always hypes you up, he’s your number one supporter. He loves when you come to his volleyball games and support and Cheer for him, even though he’ll get nervous.

Akaashi definitely gives you pet names like “my love” or “darling”. He’s the type that will not let you open or hold doors while he’s around. He loves forehead kisses whether it’s giving them or receiving them. He’s the type to hum songs that are stuck in his head. If you fall asleep somewhere he’ll always carry you back to bed. He’ll gladly give piggyback rides. Bookstore dates, coffee dates, boba dates, study dates, and stargazing dates are a must, with Akaashi. He’s the type to have such good handwriting that it makes you jealous.

He always cherishes every gift you give him, big or small. He’s the type of guy that would have a hair tie on his wrist just in case you need one. I know for a fact if you bought him flowers he’d blush like crazy. Even though it doesn’t seem like it from the outside, I swear if you date him he’d actually be a huge dork <3. He’d be so happy if you and Bokuto were friends.

If you beg him enough Akaashi would wear matching outfits with you. If you don’t feel like cleaning because you’re in a bad state, he’ll gladly clean up everything for you. Be always compliments you. He definitely has an act of service love language or just sarcasm as his love language. Akaashi is the type of guy that would ask you to let him attempt doing your makeup. Akaashi Keiji is definitely a romantic. He has an amazing style of clothes. He may not look it but he’d be protective over you. He definitely has stage fright. He’d have an amazing playlist. Akaashi is probably really good with claw machines, it’s a talent he has. He seems like the type of guy that likes the rain. Akaashi Keiji has the sweetest and warmest smile you’ve seen.

This is the type of guy I think Akaashi Keiji is :)

[witchofhimring]

🌸Persephone🌸 x reader friendship alphabet (platonic)

Kinda just decided to do this last night. Guess now I have to make a LO masterlist.

A= Activites (what do you like to do together?)

Chill in a field blooming with flowers while reading. Its relaxing and very nice. The two of you will also spend a lot of time in the library while enjoying overpriced lattes.

B= Best Friend (how close are you?)

Very. The two of you had known each other since childhood so you two know everything there is to know. She tells you her deepest fear, hopes and dreams. She trusts you implicitly. And yes, Hades is very much jealous.

C= Communication (how do they text?)

Persephone prefers to say important/personal things in person so the text messages are mostly just the two of you goofing off. Mostly just memes and the occasional request for one another's opinion on a dress.

D= Date (have you tried dating before? how did it go?)

Nope. Its not like Demeter would let Persephone date anyone. So Hades is her first and only romantic relationship. The two of you are soley platonic.

E= Embrace (are you guys physical or not? if so, how?)

There is hand holding and hugs. Persephone is very physical when it comes to her affection and she likes people knowing she loves them. This is very much canon as Persephone does mention that people on Olympus are more reserved in their affections.

F= Favorite (what’s their favorite thing about you?)

How she feels safe with you. She doesn't have to worry about backstabbing or you running back to Demeter. You have always been there for her and she also wants you to be happy.

G= Gifts (what gifts do they get you?)

She gives you books, teas from all over the world and booked goods. She likes giving you comfort and care packages.

H= Happy (how do they act around you when you both are really happy?)

Very cheerful with flowers growing out of her hair. Will lead to the two of you goofing off (much to Demeter's chagrin).

I= Impression (what was their first impression of you?)

The two of you were so small when you met so she can't really remember. But the first memories she had of you were that you were loyal and kind.

J= Jokes (what is your collective sense of humor?)

Memes. It drives everyone else in the group chat crazy.

K= Kind (what kind of friend are they (crackhead, soft, opposites attract etc.)

Platonic soulmates. The two of you complete each other, always being there to help.

L= Lasting (how long has this friendship lasted?)

Since you were babies, so about 18 years by the beginning of Lore Olympus.

M= Midnight (just a midnight adventure with them (hella chaotic)

Because of Persephone's childhood there weren't very many opportunities to let lose. The wildest thing that has happened have been when the two of you sneak out and observe the mortals. The two of you are curious about life outside of Demeter's little garden.

N= Nicknames (what are some nicknames you have for each other?)

For you: a shortened version on your name

For Persephone: Percy

O= Open (how open are you with each other?)

You two know everything about each other.

P= Pet (what’s their favorite animal?)

Persephone has always wanted a small pet turtle. It now has a place of honor in the library.

Q= Question (what is the weirdest thing they have asked you and what's the context?)

"Have you ever farted out of your vagina?" The two of you were doing yoga when she asked this question. Yes, any woman knows what I am talking about.

R= Rhythm (what is both of yours favorite song?)

Best Friend by Doja Cat

S= Smiling (what do you do that makes them smile?)

-When you send memes

-Make jokes

-Do small things to make her feel better

-When you show your support her

T= Talking (what do they like to talk about with you?)

She loves talking about books with you.

U= Unique (what is a weird thing both of you like to do?)

Not very weird, but tickling contests.

V= Visit (what is your favorite place to go with them?)

Random human villages where the two of you can sneak around and observe their lives. Its peaceful and gives the two of you a feeling of freedom.

W= Wild Card (just a random headcanon)

Boop contests. The two of you pocked eachother on the nose in a game of tag that would last all day. Shenanigans ensue with honey on the floor to waylay the other, rotten eggs dropping from about and other such dirty tricks,

X= X-Ray (how well are you able to read each other?)

Pretty damn well. The pair of you are pretty perceptive to one another's emotions.

Y= Yuck (what do you guys both hate?)

Apollo. Enough said.

Z= Zoo Outing (again- y’all go to the zoo)

Enjoying Hade's pool.

[what-the-stark]

Relationship/Romanticism Headcanon Meme

Name: Anthony Edward Stark

Nickname(s): Tony, Iron Man, The Mechanic, (Tony Stank) man I <3 me some Rhodey

Relationship Status: Verse-dependent

Gender: Cis male

Romantic Orientation: demiromantic, pansexual

Preferred Pet Names: most of them, as long as they're consensual (check-ins are key), open affection kind of ruins him

Opinion on True Love: So, this is a lot for him. Qualitatively, he's seen it, he has to believe it exists. He believes in love in general as an abstract, and that people objectively love him. Quantitatively, he has a hard time putting value on something he can't measure. The concept of romantic love in practice becomes a weighing of evidence that supports the theory. He's been betrayed a few too many times to trust blindly. Alternately, he absolutely believes in true love as a concept for other people. If that makes sense?

Opinion on Love at First Sight: Lust at first sight, for sure. Again, he wouldn't think this was anything that would be meant for him, and I don't think he would even be capable of recognizing that magnitude of emotion for someone he didn't know and trust to a significant degree.

How ‘Romantic’ Are They?: When he's not distracted (which, to be fair is saying a lot) he can be very thoughtful and attentive with a partner, to the point where it can give lovebombing vibes, but only from the angle of excess. He doesn't intend to manipulate, that's actually abhorrent to him, considering how he grew up. There are going to be logical gaps in his behavior; he's a product of his upbringing. He never heard 'I love you' from his father, so it's very rarely something he's going to be comfortable saying flat out, though he can be verbally and physically affectionate otherwise. He's going to spoil them, if they let him. Money means nothing to him, it's the effort and the time spent that matters. He'll research and find obscure or useful gifts they'll like, and if he can, he'll make them himself.

Ideal Physical Traits: Tony can see the value in beautiful people, and he's appreciative, don't get me wrong...but ultimately that's not what does it for him in the long run. A strong sense of character, a brilliant mind or clever sense of humor will absolutely win him over when a pretty face has lost his interest. (but if we have to focus on the physical, he's definitely an ass man, lol)

Ideal Personality Traits: dependability, again with the sense of humor, adventurousness, honesty. He clocks fake people quickly, and he can't be bothered with them. Tony sees (and wears) enough masks in public that he won't tolerate it long-term in his personal life as well.

Unattractive Physical Traits: personal (physical or mental) neglect, addiction, which is ironic considering the shit he's pulled, I realize. But I guess the trigger for him seeing someone else suffering like that is the threat of pulling him back down, too.

Unattractive Personality Traits: manipulation, cruelty, selfishness, disloyalty, dishonesty, cowardliness

Ideal Date: depends entirely on the person, and that will ultimately be his focus. He's going to have more fun knowing the encounter is tailored for the one he's with, and that they will enjoy themself and be put at ease. If it were just his preference, he'd probably stay at home (or somewhere very remote), those would be the only places he ever really gets to be himself without qualification.

Do They Have a Type?: He has a lot of types, to be honest, but what will grab him every time is a smartass who challenges him. He can't even help himself. Alternately, someone charming, kind, and capable can draw his attention (and since those attributes aren't mutually exclusive, some individuals really take him out lol)

Average Relationship Length: this depends largely on what stage of his life it's happening in...when he was younger he had a couple of relationships that were exclusive-ish (is it still exclusive if they cheat on you?), but later on it was pretty much all casual. After Afghanistan, I don't think he would be in a short-term relationship at all, really. It would take too much time to get past his defenses to anything that could even be categorized as romantic.

Preferred Non-Sexual Intimacy: watching movies curled together on a couch, having someone just doing their thing and sitting in the same room when he's working, talking about projects with a partner that gets it (unsurprisingly even his intimacy can have a lot of connections with his work), bathing/showering together, sleeping together (though this always makes him nervous due to his history, he still loves not waking up alone if it's someone that can manage him), massages or especially headrubs (he will actually get as close as a human can to purring)

Commitment Level: again depending on when in his timeline the relationship is occurring, early on, probably not happening, after Afghanistan, committed is all he can be with someone that he allows in like that.

Opinion of Public Affection: he's kind of an exhibitionist, but not to the point that he wants to make people uncomfortable. If he has feelings for someone, for himself he doesn't care who knows (plot depending), and he's lived in the public eye long enough that he can ignore the weight of a few eyes when demonstrating his affections (within reason xD).

Past Relationships?: He's been with/dated both men and women, (Tiberius and Pepper were the longest each of note) though definitely more women than men...publicly, at least. He has no preference for one over the other.

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