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hobis-hope95 · 9 months ago

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Blessed by the Gods

fancast!Benjicot Blackwood x Bracken!fem!reader

Summary: You, the only daughter of Amos Bracken, had just been offered away in marriage to a man much older than you, and in the hopes of having some peace and quiet for you to express your anguish towards the Gods that allowed this, you go to a place you found a couple months ago - a beautiful clearing with flowers scattered around and a weirwood tree in the middle. You knew it was risky, as you'd seen him there before, but in a moment of distraction Benjicot Blackwood found you and now you must suffer the consequences.

Warnings: 18+, enemies to lovers, a little fluf (veeery little), kinda dom x sub, swearing, hunting (it's basicaly it but I don't know if there's another term for it, when you read you'll know), smut, porn with (very) little plot, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, rough sex, breeding kink, praising kink.

Authors note: Heyy, so this is my very first time posting something I wrote (I do write a lot but mostly I get stuck and end up not finishing it) because I'm OBCESSED with Kieran Burton since I saw him in the goddamn teaser, plus I've been reading plenty of fanfics of him and two of them particularly inspired me for this (I'm sorry, I don't remember the names or the authors to tag them). Last but not least, English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes.

You should hate him. You should’ve never been in that place, for you knew it was Blackwood territory, and should’ve heard him getting closer before. But you didn’t. You knew he went there frequently and if he saw you in the golden dress you wore in that particular place, he would definitely tell you to go back to your lands, but not without some provocation first. But that weirwood tree was so beautiful even if hidden in the middle of the woods, the flowers that bloom around it were so unique that you had to go there and admire them in a way to flee from the confinements of Stone Hedge. Or you told yourself that this was the reason you went there.

You found it the first time by accident. You had got lost in the woods, no track of a clearing nearby for you to situate yourself, when you saw the red leaves and decided to get near, for you knew that the weirwood roots extended long through the floor – making itself exclusive for a few yards in its radium – and you would be able to see the sky without the treetops being on your way. When you got there, though, the place was so gorgeous you could not leave right away.

After that, you tried to memorize as much of the path you could and return to that same place for moments of peace. That was until one day you heard footsteps – of one person it seemed – and you hushed to hide away. Moments later, hidden behind some bushes, you saw when no other than Benjicot Blackwood appeared through another end of the clearing where, you didn’t notice before, had a small trail that probably led straight to Raventree Hall.

Bloody Ben. Lord Blackwood. Lord of the house you were supposed to hate, and yet you found him so extremely gorgeous. You’d saw him only a few times. On Riverrun where your families sometimes were called by their Paramount Lord or near the stream that divided their lands, often arguing with your cousin in the company of a few others of his House and a few times you ended up being the victim, getting back home after slapping him across his face with his obscene remarks or just leaving after outsmarting the man – for the second you took much pride in.

On some of the times you’d been on the clearing you ended up having to hide when hearing his footsteps and waiting for him to leave before you could move. He’d mostly sit in one of the roots of the old tree and do whatever he felt like doing at the moment. You’d seen him reading, cleaning his sword, crafting some arrows and doing nothing at all, but he always stayed for about two hours before finally leaving.

Today however, probably because you were stressed with the news of your arranged marriage, you didn’t hear him getting close. When he saw your dress, the colour of your house shining through the rays of sunshine, a smirk crept in his face with the ideas he had in mind.

He knew it was wrong, hideous, the idea of wanting anything that came with the red stallion in a golden shield, your House’s coat of arms. He knew that from any woman he could want, you should not be a possibility. But with your hair that finished around your hips and a face that looked like a gift from the Gods, allied with your wits and challenging manner, he could not lie to himself that more than once he woke up in the middle of the night hot and bothered after a much-detailed dream about you – and eventually would handle his hardness with the thought of defiling you and making you his.

What he didn’t know, and you tried to deny it as much as you could, was that you also had conflicting thoughts about him. Since the first time you’d saw him in Riverrun, his face showing a mischievous glow with a smirk on his lips as your family entered the room, you fought with your own body as your heart raced and your cheeks burned in his presence. You hated the way he mocked your cousin and told you the lousiest of things, his lascivious expression making you hot and bothered as well, and you hated that every time you saw him, you knew that at the end of the day you would toss and turn for hours trying to erase his face from your mind.

You told yourself it was just because he was the only one who didn't walk on eggshells when talking to you – or anyone for that matter – and because you liked the challenge, but deep down you knew that your feelings for him were far from hatred, and the idea of trying to find out the true meaning of them scared you.

��Gods, have I done anything to anger you so that I’m faded to marry Forrester Frey? I would do anything, please!” You asked to the faced weirwood tree, knowing you’d have no answer but desperate enough to look like a crazy woman who talks to a tree by yourself. What you did not know was that someone did hear you.

Benjicot took his blade from his waist, taking extra care to not be heard, and when he got close enough to you, he acted quickly, one arm holding your body – your arms entrapped – and the one with the blade stopping on your neck.

“My, my, look what we have in here, a lost Bracken broodmare, far away from home” Her breath got caught up on her throat with the feeling of the cold blade on her skin and her heart jumped on her chest with his body pressed against her back and his voice so close to her ear “Good thing that I found you before any other predator did, huh?”

“Let me go, please!!” You pleaded, pure panic spilling from your voice, and Benji almost moaned – he had no idea that having you pressed against his body in panic would arouse him that much “Oh no, my darling, I could not do such a thing. You just committed a crime, you see, for you are far away from your father’s lands and what fair lord would I be if I do not punish criminals like you?”

“Please, I’ll vanish from your sight in less than a minute and no one will know about this, okay? Just please, let me go!!” Your eyes were burning with unshed tears with the thought of the possible punishment he had in mind, and you didn’t stay still, moving your body in an attempt to free yourself from him even if useless, as he was taller and way stronger.

“No, no, no, my darling, I could not possibly do that, your Bracken lord can play blind on your actions, but I am a serious ruler and punish all criminals as their crimes demand” He tightened his grip on your body, his fingers pressing harder against the clothed skin of your waist, and as he continually pressed on you, a warm feeling cursed through you until it reached in between your thighs “But what punishment would be enough? Thieves, who take things that don't belong to them, have their hands cut off. Murderers, who take lives that do not belong to them, pay with their own lives. Now you, who committed invasion of lands that don’t belong to you, what could I possibly do to punish you correctly?”

Once again you pleaded, ‘please’ sounding like a repeated prayer on your lips as he inhaled the sweet smell of your hair “I could not invade your father’s lands, or I would be committing a crime of my own” He stated as if he did not listen to your pleads and when he spoke again, his voice was huskier and low like a whisper “But I could invade your territory myself”

You hated yourself for how your body reacted to his words, your thighs squeezing together when you felt the heat on your lower belly grow, and hated even more that a side of you wanted him to go ahead with his threat full of mischievous intentions. Him, on the other hand, was more than pleased to hold you that way, his front fully in contact against your behind and his groin pressed against your back.

“Please, Benjicot, lord Blackwood, please” You repeated and started struggling even more when you felt his hard cock pressed against your back, trying to move away “Please, please! What, my lady, do you want me to do?” He mocked, repeating what you said in a higher pitch, as his hand with the knife left your throat and went to your hip “You want me to be gentle?”

Another wave of heat made you close your eyes for a second, a hard sigh leaving your lips and you didn’t answer. He laughed when he heard you “This is supposed to be a punishment, but I’ll make an exception if you behave” He said, his breath hot against your ear as the hand on your hip went further down and grabbed the skirt of your dress, pulling it up.

Your neck now free from the threat of his blade, an idea came to your mind. You were not sure if it would work, but it was your only hope, so you took it. Bending your head forward to gain some impulse, you took a deep breath – bracing yourself for the upcoming pain – and shook your head back with all your strength, hitting his head on the side.

Benjicot, surprised with what had just happened and with his head pulsating, faltered his grip on you long enough for you to get rid of his arm around you and start running, your head spinning and your vision still blurry from the blow. You felt and heard when the skirt of your dress ripped, before the other man’s hand lost its grip on the fabric, but you didn’t turn around to check the damage.

With your vision still recovering and the pulsing pain in your head, you headed to the woods, still not sure if you followed the right path, only caring about getting as far of him as possible. Benjicot, on the other hand, quickly recovered from the dizziness, the pain easily subsiding, and he growled before following you, euphoric and feeling his blood rush through his body straight to his cock with the expectation of hunting you down.

You ran as fast as you could, your breathing burning in your lungs and your legs aching, and tried to dodge the trees and bushes in your way. Even with all your efforts, you heard his steps and breathing not that far away, and fear crept inside you, being the one thing that prevented you from collapsing in that moment.

He knew those woods like his own chambers – losing track of how many times he went there to hunt, explore, have a moment of peace or take out his anger on the trees – and he had the advantage of being taller than you, his muscles trained for endurance in the battlefields, so even if you ran with all your strength, it would still be easy enough for him to reach you.

“Bracken!! Do not think you can run away from your punishment, you’re still on my lands” Your step became unsteady when his voice seemed closer than you imagined and after tripping over a tree root, you couldn't keep your balance, ending up falling with your body and arms protecting you from ending face first into the grass.

As you were turning to place your hands on the ground and help you stand, you heard a twig cracking right behind you and soon enough his voice made you turn your head “Poor mare, doesn’t know her way home, but don’t worry, I’ll show you when I finish your punishment if you want”

You tried to turn yourself so you could stand back up, but before you could do anything, he caught your ankle and pulled you closer, turning you to face him “No, no my darling, you’re not escaping me again, now come here, the quicker it starts, the quicker it finishes, if you want... or you could just enjoy it”

“No, no, no!!” You repeated like a prayer and when he positioned himself between your legs, you started to punch and scratch at his chest, face and arms “Calm down, I think I was mistaken, for you are not a mare but a kitten, but no need to show your claws. I know I said that I would be gentle if you behaved and you didn’t, but I do have a soft spot for beautiful girls like you”

Quickly enough, as if your efforts meant nothing, Benjicot grabbed both your wrists and held them above your head, leaning his body closer to yours – his groin pressing against the middle of your thighs and his mouth just a few inches away, his breath hitting your face.

“You know what surprised me about your behaviour just now?” He asked, looking at your eyes, before he kissed your jaw and a hand went to your ankle “Because every time I see you, be in the Tully’s assize or the boundary, you are always looking at me so needy that makes me want to fuck you right there”

He left open-mouthed kisses through your neck as you felt the hairs on your nape stand and his hand began to move up your leg through the fabric of your dress “So why now are you pretending you do not want this?” He moved his hips forward, his hardness pressing against your clothed folds, and you didn’t have the strength to hold a moan.

“Be-because I don’t! You Blackwoods are just so ugly that I’m surprised to see something like that in the middle of a crowd” You spat, trying to regain some of your pride, but he chuckled, lifting his head with a smirk.

“Act all you can, kitten, but that moan just annulled everything you said, you know” His hand now was in your inner thigh and as he stopped talking, his calloused fingers went straight to your folds. You bit the inside of your cheeks to hold your voice and furrowed your brows, but he still looked almost amused at your efforts.

“Fuck you” You twisted in his grip but could not move enough to escape his touch and he took the chance to move his index finger through your folds, watching as you closed your eyes and your hips grounded into his touch “Oh, my lady, deny it as much as you want, but your body will remain true to its desires”

His smirk grew wider, his tongue sliding through his teeth, as his thumb found your clit and he watched in pleasure as you clenched your jaw and your legs opened wider for him. He circled your bundle of nerves with his thumb while his middle finger slid down your folds, reaching your entrance, and didn’t waste the opportunity to shove his finger inside you to the point where only his last knuckle was visible outside.

You moaned loudly, having been caught off guard, and your walls tightened around his finger “Fuck, you’re so tight, it’ll feel delicious around my cock” Benjicot started moving his finger, almost completely withdrawing before plunging it back inside, while still rubbing his thumb through your clit, and soon enough you were a mess, your thoughts fogged with the pleasure his hand was giving you.

You didn’t even notice when his hand let go of your wrists, too caught up on the feeling of his finger inside you and his pace growing faster by the second, as you fought against the undeniable pleasure you were feeling, and when he curled up his digit inside you, the thin string of pride you hung yourself by collapsed, giving in to the urge of your feelings and enjoy as he claimed you.

“M-more, please” You whispered, completely giving in to the ache of your heart. That was why you could not stray your eyes from him at every assize, that was why you would walk too close to the boundary and why you would come all the way from Stone Hedge to that specific clearing with that specific weirwood tree.

Your heart wanted him and there was no denying it, not anymore, not when his middle finger curled inside you so deliciously that made you see stars through your eyelids and not when you caught a glimpse of him and he looked at you like a starved man “Say again, kitten? I didn’t hear you” He teased, thinking you had yet again tried to deny your wishes.

“More, please, Benjicot” You said before you moaned again, your eyes fully opening now with your brows furrowed in pleasure, and for a second he wished he had a portrait painted of you like this. He pushed another finger inside, his pace now relentless with his cock throbbing through his breeches, and with his free hand he grasped the front of your dress, tearing the fabric to expose your full breasts.

“Stopped putting up a fight now, kitten? But this is not a treat, this is a punishment” He said as he curled both his fingers inside you once again before completely withdrawing from your wet cunt. He lifted the fingers that were on you seconds ago and looked at them, making a disapproving sound with his tongue “Just look at that, look at the mess you made on my fingers, huh?”

He tapped at your lower lip with his wet fingers, the smell of yourself arousing you even more “Now be a good girl and open up” And you did as he said. You closed your lips around his fingers as you felt them press at your tongue and moaned as you tasted yourself “Clean them”

You ignored the smug smirk on his lips, knowing he was enjoying bossing you around more than anything, and hollowed your cheeks sucking on his calloused digits. Now it was his turn to let out a pleased groan and when you looked at his eyes his pupils were blown, his irises darker, what almost made you moan on his fingers again.

“I’ve heard you back there by the weirwood tree, your cunt of a father wants to sell you to that old Frey?” Benjicot retreated his fingers from your mouth and ran them down your chin, your saliva running through your skin as he slowly traced a way through your neck and collarbones until he reached one of your breasts, both his digits circling your already pointy nipple as he watched your velvety skin under his touch, his smirk had gone away from his face “That old dog deserves not even a piece of you”

You felt your heart skip a beat with his words, trying not to conclude anything for he had not confirmed yet “But soon enough he won’t be a problem, don’t worry kitten” He twisted your nipple between his index and thumb, trying to calm down his anger with the thought of Forrester Frey being anywhere near you, before you asked “How?”

“Because after I finish with your punishment, no man will take you as their wife” He pinched your nipple and you moaned again, the threat mixed with his ministrations and the dark expression in his face being almost too much.

The Blackwood lord moved his other hand to the laces of his breeches, undoing them while still stimulating your breast, and your breath hitched on your throat as you looked down, fixed on his slender fingers dealing with the strings, seeing as it became loose around his hips before he had to let go of your breast to get rid of the fabric that covered his lower part.

As he took off his breeches he came back to his position between your legs, your thighs on top of his, and his smirk placed itself back on his face as he watched your eyes widen with the sight of his bare hard cock.

“You’re- this is-, you are so big” You let out, shock and want on your face as he pushed your dress up, revealing your glistening cunt to him “I know, kitten, but do not worry, it will fit” You lifted your gaze from his hips to his eyes, finding him already staring back at you, and all you could think was that you wanted him more than anything in the world.

He placed both hands on your hips, bringing you closer, and grabbed him in his hand to slide through your folds, collecting as much of your juices as he could. He wanted you, desperately, he wanted to completely fill you with his length and fuck you mercilessly until all he heard was your screams of pleasure, he wanted to ruin you to any other man and to have only you for the rest of his fucking life.

And so, with the promise of punishing you in his head, he shoved his cock all the way inside you in one thrust, leaving you gasping, your mouth opened and your eyes closed, the stretch and pain of your first time almost bringing you to tears. He had never experienced something like this before – as his previous experiences had been with whores – and didn’t even dare to move, your cunt gripping him so tightly he thought that if he moved at that moment he would cum on the spot.

As he noticed your eyes closed, he pinched your nipple “Open your eyes, kitten, I want to look at your beautiful eyes” You sighed before opening them and when you did, he noticed the tears you tried not to spill. That made something snap inside him, breaking all the will he had to hurt and punish you, and he bended down to meet your face, his breath on your face and his eyes on your lips.

“As soon as I saw you there, next to the weirwood tree, all I wanted to do was to hurt you, make you regret stepping on Blackwood territory on that golden dress of yours, but it’s rather difficult to focus with that pretty face” One of his forearms was keeping him steady as his free hand came to your breasts, the feeling of your soft skin on his calloused fingers almost making him moan “Go on, tell me how you hate me, fight me, tell me how you are disgusted by me, so I can focus on punishing you”

A moan. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but all you could do was moan and it went straight to his cock, throbbing inside your warm and tight walls, still not moving. As he glanced up, he met your teary eyes and opened mouth in an erotic portrait, he growled as he let go of the rest of his resistance and crashed his lips against yours in a desperate kiss. As your mouth was already agape when he did it, his tongue easily slipped inside and found yours, and you reached for the back of his head, your fingers curling on his black hair.

As he kissed you hungrily, he started moving, his cock almost leaving you entirely before pushing himself back inside, and the sensation of being full of him was so good that you could not control your moans. As he felt the vibrations coming from your mouth, Benjicot squeezed your breast hard and you were sure that would leave a mark – but you couldn’t care less.

As his pace grew a little faster, the pure pleasure replacing the pain of the stretch each time his hips met yours, he let go of your lips, glaring at your face with the squirms and sighs you let out. Even if his dreams were vivid, nothing would compare to having you like this – a mess of fabric, hair and red bruised lips – at the moment, the feeling of your walls always so tight around him and your soft skin on his hand made him grunt.

Your eyes went to his on that exact moment and you could swear that your walls squeezed around him at the sound. He placed his face on the crook of your neck as he started biting and placing kisses to the skin as a way to mark you, and started going down through your collarbone to the front of your chest before placing his lips to the nipple that wasn’t being stimulated.

The wet noises of skin slapping against skin and the feeling of both your nipples being teased made your eyes roll back in pleasure and now you didn’t even try to muffle your sounds anymore “Such a noisy kitten, taking me so well” He praised, lifting his head from your chest, and held your hips with both his hands, so strong that you now worried that you’d get bruises all over your body “You should be mine and not that Frey cunt”

With his firm grip on your hips, he pressed deeper into you, your back arching from the ground and trying to keep up with his movements “Please... Benji” Two of the only three words that you could pronounce at the moment – the third one being more – too caught up with pleasure to form a coherent phrase, and Benji laughed at that, full of pride for making the so beautiful and correct daughter of Amos Bracken look like a common whore “Do you want to be mine, kitten? Mine to fuck and use as I please?”

His words aroused you even more, his hoarse voice sending waves of heat straight to your cunt, and you tried to nod your head in affirmation, because that seemed like the only thing you could do at the moment “Use your words, kitten, I know you can do it” He moved one of his hands so he could brush past your clit and that made you gasp.

“Y-yes please, I want you, I want you Benji” As she nearly screamed, the man felt satisfied, his hunger for you only getting bigger with the way you moved your hips in time with his, your face making the most erotic expressions as your moans and repeated words sounded like an exclusive prayer for him.

“I’m going to fuck a baby in you, fill you with my seed so much you’ll be leaking for days, so your bloody father won’t have an excuse but to marry you to me” He grunted in between his words, moving faster and deeper as he assaulted your clit, and you started feeling a knot form inside of you, the pleasure becoming almost too much “Please, please” You didn’t even know what you were begging for, but only wanting this to never end.

“Yeah? Do you want to be my wife? To have your Bracken womb filled with Blackwood children? Your cunt to be used by a Blackwood cock? Is that what you want?” He leaned in, one of his hand still giving you pleasure, his head once again going to the crook of your neck as he grasped at your thigh, squeezing the flesh as he moved you so you could wrap your leg around his waist, and he heard you when you weakly repeated “Yesyesyes”

“So I’ll make sure you get until the last drop of my seed to, soon enough, you be swelling with my babe” He whispered into your ear as he pressed further to your clit and his pace soon enough was so fast you thought he would break you. Your moans got louder as you wrapped both your legs around his waist, the knot on your lower abdomen about to snap, and he looked at you before whispering “Go on, cum for me, kitten”

And that’s when it happened. The knot snapped within you as you flooded with pleasure, your whole body spasming as your walls grew impossibly tighter around him, milking him, and with just a few more thrusts he shoved himself as deep as he could inside you before he shot his load straight to your core, coating your womb. As he started coming down from his high, he captured your lips in a sloppy kiss and let most of his weight on top of you, which you didn’t care as his warmth and his skin on yours was all you wanted at the moment.

You let out a dissatisfied grunt as he removed his softening cock from your cunt, some of his seed spilling from you, and lied to your side, pulling you to his embrace “Did you really mean it? Marrying me?”

“Yes” You said, the warmth spreading across your face “Well, you filled me with your seed and the possibility of me getting pregnant is almost certain now. Marrying you is the right thing to do” You tried to be cautious with your words, but for the love of the Gods, he had just fucked you in the middle of the woods, caution was one thing you had abandoned long ago “Okay, I admit that since I first saw you in the assize I haven’t been able to remove you from my thoughts and I dreaded the day that the news of your possible engagement would come.”

You took a breath before finishing “We have nothing to do with each other, our families fucking hate one another, but every time I got inside Riverrun fortress, I hoped you’d be there” You said, absently moving your fingers through the skin of his chest, but did not dare to meet his gaze, for you were now as embarrassed as you could be.

“I am glad to hear that, for I have almost the exact same feelings as you. I ached for being able to get closer to you at the assize and to kiss you when I saw you standing next to the boundary. I almost went to Kermit Tully to ask him to propose a betrothal between us” He answered, his hand on the back of your head caressing through your hair. You lifted your head from his chest, his words making your heart flutter, and he leaned his head to capture your lips in a soft kiss, both your and his feelings pouring down into each other.

“But I must stop you from going straight to my father, for he would kill you before you would be able to ask to see him” One of your hands went to his cheek as you parted to breathe, only now noticing you left nail marks there, and stroke his skin.

“Oh, I do know that, for I would never take you back to Stone Hedge with your dress like this” He laughed when he saw your eyes widen at his words, remembering now of the tore skirt and bust of your dress, and quickly added “I’ll give you my cloak and we’ll go to Raventree Hall for you to change, after that we’ll go straight to Riverrun and ask Lord Tully to bless our union, for your father would never go against an order of his Lord Paramount”

“That sounds like a solid plan, not that bad for a Blackwood” You teased and he smirked “And you were not that bad for a Bracken” You gasped in false shock at his words, lightly slapping his shoulder, and he laughed “It will surely be good to have you as my wife, a good way to keep things interesting”

“I hope so, you Blackwoods are not usually that fun though” You bit your lower lip as you’d seen him arch his brows “Well, it depends on what fun you’re talking about, because at least in one kind of ‘fun’ I exceed expectations and you just proved it right”

"Shut up!" You exclaimed and he turned you again before kissing you.

“Don’t need to ask twice, my lady” He said and you kissed him again.

It could have not been the way you expected it to go, but one thing you could say: the Gods did grant you a way to free yourself from a marriage with someone twice your age, still uniting two people together, in hopes of a prosperous – and maybe more peaceful – future ahead.

So that's it! As I wrote it mainly for the smut part (oh god, what a good first impression) the plot part may be a little off, I'm sorry. Please, feel free to leave a note if you guys liked it and maybe soon I post another, a series this time.

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Writing Ideas: 170 Character Quirks

Quirk—a peculiar trait; idiosyncrasy; memorable little things about a character’s personality that make them charming, endearing, weird, or unique; can be cute habits; is anything worth describing about a character.

PERSONALITY QUIRKS

Very introverted, quiet and reserved, keeps to themselves

Highly extroverted, loves socializing and meeting new people

Mega control freak who has to have everything their way

Neat freak (often coincides with control freak)

Total slob who never knows where anything is

Super stubborn and will never admit when they’re wrong

Brutally honest and can’t lie to save their life

Extremely judgmental of other people

Short-tempered, especially when irritated

Always patient, even when frustrated

Hilarious or odd sense of humor

Very hard to make them laugh

Loves to eat and is obsessed with food

Loves to drink and is constantly partying

Constantly complains about everything

Extremely loyal and will do anything for their friends/family

Adventurous and willing to try anything

Cautious and careful no matter what

Energetic, hardly ever needs to rest

Sleeps all the time and still gets tired during the day

Horrible sense of direction and constantly gets lost

Overachiever who loves school/structure

Really modest and won’t ever brag about themselves

Extremely emotional and will cry at the drop of a hat

Stoic and detached, rarely shows emotion

Wildcard whose behavior is unpredictable, even to their friends

Notoriously two-faced and will betray anyone

Charismatic and can convince anyone to do their bidding

Very proper and always polite to others

Dates tons of people and has a new boyfriend or girlfriend every week

Obsessive personality — whether it’s a TV show, brand, musical artist, or even another person, they’ll get attached and think/talk about it constantly

PHYSICAL QUIRKS

Unique eye or hair color

Has two different eye colors

Extremely short or tall

Some discerning physical mark — birthmark, freckles, mole, or scar

Wears unusual glasses

Has braces and headgear

Large feet — may mean they’re clumsy

Bites their nails/lips or chews on their hair

Constantly fidgeting and can’t sit still

Acne, eczema, or other skin problems

Many tattoos or piercings

Often sick or has allergies (constantly sniffling/blowing their nose)

Talks very loudly or quietly

Says everything like it’s a question

Terrible breath — may be a coffee drinker

Gets sweaty easily (especially when nervous)

Unusually hairy arms or legs

Very long painted nails

Always wears a faceful of makeup

Has a stutter or other speech impediment

Incessantly clicks a pen

Often tucks their hair behind their ears

Constantly chews gum

Has a toothpick dangling from their mouth

Always picking their teeth

Smokes and has a raspy voice

Breathes heavily or snores

Is extremely muscular

Walks very slowly or quickly

Left-handed or ambidextrous

Constantly scratching themselves

Has some noticeable physical tic, like a twitch

Always wears a distinct item of clothing or accessory — a favorite pair of socks, a lucky jersey, or even a particular shade of lipstick

STRENGTHS/TALENTS

Fantastic cook or baker

Skilled musician (piano, guitar, violin, etc.)

Artistic talent (drawing, painting, sculpting, etc.)

Model athlete (football, hockey, swimming, etc.)

Great at voices/ventriloquy

Can do sleight-of-hand — may be a pickpocket

Speaks multiple languages, even obscure ones

Knows everything about history

Mathematical or scientific genius

Brilliant coder and can hack into any database

Skilled mechanical inventor

Can build or put together anything

Super-quick logical reasoning

Exceptional memory/genius IQ (several of the above might fall under this)

Special connection with animals

Super empathetic and understanding of other people

Extremely fast runner

Contortionist (can twist their body into any shape)

Psychic talent (can predict the future)

Amazing mechanic

Super strength, flying, invisibility or other superpowers

Unusually high tolerance for pain

Survival skills like hunting and fishing

Quick reflexes, acts fast in a crisis

Brave and fearless, not scared of anything

Able to talk their way out of any trouble/invent stories on the fly

WEAKNESSES/NEGATIVE TRAITS

Awful driver

Always running late

Illegible handwriting

Terrible at public speaking

Socially awkward — hard for them to make friends

Has tons of credit card debt from online shopping

Self-destructive and always wants what’s worst for them

Gets blackout drunk every time they go out

Extremely conceited or arrogant

Compulsive liar

Manipulative of friends

Gets jealous over nothing

Often mean for no reason

Unbelievably self-centered

Extremely passive-aggressive

Is a hero who doesn’t like using their superpowers

Arachnophobia (irrational fear of spiders)

Coulrophobia (irrational fear of clowns)

Agoraphobia (irrational fear of leaving the house)

Pantophobia (fear of everything)

COMMONLY USED QUIRKS

Pale skin

Crooked smile

“Intense” stare

Relentless clumsiness

Artificial hair colors that are supposedly natural

Characters thinking they’re unattractive when everyone else thinks they’re beautiful

OTHER QUIRKS

Dresses all in one color

Bedroom is decorated exactly like a Pinterest picture

Won’t drink still water, only sparkling

Refuses to use headphones and blasts their music in public

Always dresses too nicely for the occasion

Walks around barefoot, even in stores and other public places

Hates being inside, sleeps and goes to the bathroom outdoors

Can’t help but look in every mirror they pass

Wears a small plastic backpack everywhere

Preps their meals three weeks in advance

Drinks shots of espresso all day long

Sings opera in the shower

Always sneezes around pets

Has a collection of something mundane

Makes their own (terrible) abstract art and hangs it on their walls

Gets super excited about Christmas and then really depressed in January

Refuses to wear glasses even though they need them

Carries around a secret teddy bear

Has been wearing the same friendship bracelet for three years

Fastidiously lint-rolls all their clothing

Will leave a shop or restaurant if someone walks in with a baby

Extremely superstitious (knocks on wood, avoids the number 13, etc.)

Drops everything other people ask them to hold

Likes to go out dancing by themselves

Prefers to have the lights off or dimmed at all times

Only reads books written before 1900

Only watches movies that get really bad reviews

Always wears multiple sweaters on top of each other

Won’t eat anything that doesn’t have bread (at least on the side)

Thinks they’re a time-traveler from the medieval era

Gives friends and family excellent homemade presents

Leaves the office last every day so they can push all the chairs in

Hates jagged numbers (always fills their gas tank to the dollar, sends emails on the hour, etc.)

Has an imaginary friend they still talk to, even in adulthood

Owns a lizard that they try and use as a guard dog

Listens exclusively to Britney Spears

Leaves little notes in library books for future readers

Uses tissues to hold onto poles on public transportation

Wears their hair in Princess Leia buns

Never goes a day without talking to their mom

Hums “In the Hall of the Mountain King” when they get stressed

Clucks their tongue while walking, so they sound like a horse

Quotes Pulp Fiction all the time

Loves hanging out in completely empty places

Convinced they’re going to die in a freak accident

Grows all their own food in their vegetable garden

Never pays for train or bus tickets

Can recite Shakespearean sonnets

Recycles and eats vegetarian, but only out of guilt

Has a “vision board” posted on their ceiling

Loves the beach but hates swimming

Flicks people in the forehead when they get annoyed

Laughs at everything, even bad jokes

Curates a great Instagram feed of street art

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sprytesukii · 1 month ago

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sink your teeth in (never let me go)

isagi yoichi x reader

rating : 18+, explicit, MDNI

wc : 2.5k (:O)

tags : gn!reader (no gendered language used, no anatomy mentioned), dom-leaning reader, subby isagi, possessive!feral!reader, hypersensitive isagi, cumming untouched, biting, blood, multiple orgasms, reader is a little insane and a lot in love, isagi is matching freak, a lot softer than the tags make this seem LOL

an : this is for all my lovers out there who can’t like anything (or anyone) without being a little crazy about it // also had all my darling isagi luvrs in mind (cough cough @/pbk cough cough) , i hope y’all enjoy <3<3

Something is wrong.

If you hadn’t known Isagi for as long as you have (since you were in diapers, in fact), you might’ve dismissed all the fidgeting, sighing, and a distinct lack of eye contact as nervousness. Anxiousness about his upcoming tournament that’ll have him away from you home for at least a month.

It’s a big deal and the main reason for his presence in your apartment at all today, going over his old game tapes while sitting on your lumpy couch, clad in one another’s high school hoodies. Your status as one of his oldest friends - one of his only friends, at least from childhood - has granted you permission to give him something, the highest honor of all: your opinion.

That’s what you’ve been trying to do anyway, giving him your (unearned) insight and (innocent - unqualified) observations, but he’s distracted.

That’s extremely unlike him.

You peer at him out of the corner of your eye, watching as he squirms again in his seat, fists clenching into the football shorts he’s wearing. His eyes are bleary and unfocused where they belatedly track his own movement on the television.

Are you okay? sits heavy on your tongue, but you don’t voice your concern, not yet, not again. You’ve already asked him that at least five different times since he got here an hour ago, and every time, you’ve been rebuffed with a shaky, “reassuring” smile and a clumsy dismissal.

Not one to keep pushing your nose in where you’re unwanted, you’ve lapsed into the tense silence, contenting yourself to observe him worriedly through your periphery and hoping he’ll come around to revealing whatever is bothering him so bad.

You don’t hold out hope though — Yoichi is nothing if not stubborn, at least in his emotional independence. You wonder passively if he opens up to his team members, the ones you see him post on social media sparingly, his grin broad and unapologetic in every selfie or group photo that crosses your feed.

Your gut clenches at the thought. Jealousy rankles, sending heat across your nape and boiling in the pit of your stomach.

There’s absolutely no reason for you to feel so envious — you know Isagi doesn’t do things he doesn’t want to, that’s always been true, so you can trust that he wants to spend time with you. That he seeks you out for your honesty and friendship and means it. That, if he didn’t like you anymore, he’d have no qualms about ghosting you like he has former romantic partners and ex-classmates.

Feelings aren’t always logical though, as evidenced by the way your nails bite at your palms, imagining Isagi being a more vulnerable version of himself with people who aren’t you.

(You’re fully aware these feelings aren’t entirely platonic. Your envy isn’t just based on the fact you were there the first time Yoichi picked up a football, or that you’ve spent many a sleepover wrapped up around each other while a match played quietly on the TV behind you.

It’s because you like him. It’s impossible not to. While you know the possibility he feels anywhere near what you do is slim-to-none, the idea that he’d choose others who haven’t earned him, who haven’t memorized Isagi the way you have, who don’t truly know him, makes you sick to your stomach.)

You’re swiftly and violently wrenched from your possessive thoughts by the television abruptly going quiet. You blink, looking over at the muted audio of the match in delayed confusion, before swinging your gaze to Isagi who’s staring at you, cheeks pink.

You aren’t sure how long he’s been trying to get your attention in his roundabout way, how long you were festering in your thoughts. Real concern bubbles up again and you shift to face him completely on the couch, cataloguing the way he tenses when the full brunt of your focus falls on him.

“Isagi?” you’re careful to keep your voice gentle, unobtrusive, so he doesn’t clam up. “Are you okay?”

He inhales sharply through his nose, his hands clenching into fists hard where they rest against his thighs.

He shakes his head, no.

Worry shoots through you like a bolt of lightning and you straighten up, just barely stopping yourself from reaching out to him.

Instead, you send him a soft smile, laden with as much soothing energy you can muster. “You can tell me what’s going on, Isagi, ‘s okay.”

The rational part of your brain recognizes that you’re babying him a little, that your tone is bordering on too saccharine, but he responds to it, his body unfurling a little from where he was sat so tensely.

“Something’s wrong with me,” Isagi says, his voice uncharacteristically soft. Shy, almost. You bludgeon the part of you that wants to coo.

“What d’you mean? Are you sick? Do you need soup? Meds? Electrolytes?”

He waves you off, shaking his head with an incredulous curl of his lip, a shadow of his usual personality, but there nonetheless. Whatever’s going on, it’s not bad enough to completely erase his annoyance at your usual coddling. Good, that’s good.

“Okay, okay, sorry,” you hold your hands up in surrender, your smile shifting into a grin, one he tries to match and (mostly) succeeds. “If you aren’t dying of an unknown illness, what’s going on?”

This time, you watch him more closely as he formulates his answer, his expression falling as he clearly wrestles with something you can’t see.

You don’t pressure him, despite the curiosity eating at you. Instead, you turn your head back to the TV, giving him some semblance of privacy so he can sort himself out, despite you both knowing the match is the last thing on your mind.

Your patience is rewarded moments later, when the television goes black and Isagi calls your name, his voice thready. You whip your head to face him and he’s somehow pinker than before, but the look on his face is resolute.

“I - it’ll be easier if I show you. What’s wrong with me, I mean. Is that - do you trust me?” He stumbles a little over his words, but his gaze is fixed. Determined. He looks like he does before a game and you can’t do anything but nod.

“With my life, Isagi.”

A shuddery breath escapes him, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. When they open, they’re noticeably darker than before, a shiver running down your spine.

“You can’t - it makes it worse when you say stuff like that,” he rasps, eyes boring into your own.

Your breath catches. “M-makes what worse?”

Isagi bites his lip and stands, looming over you on the couch. You try to keep your gaze on his face, but his proximity and height makes it borderline impossible.

Without your consent, your eyes trail down, down, down, past his impressive physique, barely hidden beneath your stupid student association hoodie, until they rest on his crotch.

You gasp, involuntary. He’s hard.

Well, hard is really an understatement. He’s absolutely bricked, tip straining against the thin fabric of his shorts and leaking like a faucet. The wet spot makes it look like he pissed himself, there’s so much, and your mouth waters.

Isagi’s cock kicks hard, the area darkening where the cloth is pulled taut and he hisses.

“D-don’t look at it like that, fuck,” he grits out, fists tightening at his sides. Your attention flies back up to his red face, so painfully turned on.

“How am I looking at it?” You sound breathless, even to your own ears, arousal setting you aflame quicker than you thought possible.

(Leave it to Isagi to excel at literally everything, including activating your libido. You can’t even be surprised.)

Another choked noise falls from Isagi’s bitten, raw lips, dick pulsing visibly, but this time, he shoves a hand past his waistband, clamping it tight around his base.

Your eyes widen, thighs pressing together from the sheer wave of want that threatens to overtake you, to drown you. He almost came.

He glares down at you, before his eyes slam shut, whimpering softly like a kicked dog. “Like - like you want it.”

You let out a shaky breath. You do want it, want it more than you think you’ve ever wanted anything (outside of Isagi himself). You want it in your mouth, inside you, anywhere you can get it, get him.

You refrain from voicing any of this aloud, though, shaking your head like an 8 ball to clear it. When you look back up at Isagi, his eyes are still closed though his dick never stops leaking, despite his fingers acting as an impromptu cock ring.

“What’s - what is the issue here, Isagi?” You try to sound firm, in control, but you miss by a mile. Lust puts your vocal chords in a stranglehold, making you sound hoarse, like you’d already been sucking him off for hours. (You wish.)

It affects him, the way you say his name, and he gasps, his head falling back, dark strands sticking to the sweat that’s gathered at his hairline. You watch with blown pupils as Isagi wrangles himself together, finally cracking an eye open to pin you.

“You are. You’re the fucking issue,” It’s the clearest he’s sounded since he started this conversation, and you ignore the way his words pierce you, the heat in your gut souring until he continues.

“It’s always - always like this when I’m with you. No one else. I can’t - shit - even get it up without thinking about you! And, and when I’m here, I have to jerk off like - like six times just so I don’t cum in my goddamn pants like a teenager! You broke me, you broke my dick, and you - you need to take responsibility for making me like this.”

Isagi’s chest is heaving by the time he’s done, his cock showing no signs of flagging despite his frustration. He looks at you expectantly, skin flushed and eyes wild.

You feel … you feel proud. It’s fucked up — you should probably feel apologetic. Remorseful. You should feel bad that your closest friend’s relationships have likely crumbled because of something you inadvertently caused, that he lives in a constant state of sexual discomfort when he spends time with you, that he can’t even find solace in his own hand, but … you don’t.

The possessive part of you preens that you’ve managed to put your mark on him, that you’ve ruined him for anyone else without even lifting a finger. You’ve always been Isagi’s, but now, he’s yours too.

A smile spreads across your lips and Isagi’s breath hitches, cock twitching where he grips it, still hidden beneath the dri-fit material of his shorts.

You slip off the couch and onto your knees in front of him, ignoring the way the carpet presses into your uncovered skin uncomfortably and reveling in the low groan wrenched free from Isagi’s chest.

“You want me to take responsibility, baby?” you coo, your hands sliding up his toned calves and strong thighs. He tenses hard beneath your touch and proximity, panting through dry lips. “I will, of course. I would’ve done it a long time ago, if you’d just told me. But, you must’ve been scared, hm? Confused as to why your body was doing this to you? You needed me and I wasn’t there.”

You look up at him through your lashes, your grin widening when you see the tears lining his waterline, involuntary. He nods, upset and overwhelmed, unable to answer due to his lower lip tucked firmly between his front teeth.

Your heart clenches. He’s so sweet. And now, he’s all yours. You rub circles on his inner thighs and his entire body shakes, legs threatening to give out beneath him. He’s holding on admirably, you think, and for that he should be rewarded.

“I’m sorry,” you start, hands sliding up beneath the hem of his bottoms. “I’m here now, okay? I’ll take care of you, I promise, Isagi.”

You soften your grin as you tilt your head up at him and his eyes go impossibly wide, panic overtaking his features. His mouth drops open on a keening whine, his free hand spasming at his side.

“F-fuck, fuck, fuck, I - no-“ Isagi chokes on his words as his eyes roll back and he cums. Hard. His hips jerk forward, cock kicking out rope after rope of cum, joining the veritable mess of pre staining his crotch. His muscular thighs quiver beneath your fingertips as his orgasm continues, your name falling from his lips with an unabashed groan.

You watch on in unabashed delight. You knew he was sensitive since starting this conversation, but you didn’t know just how much of a hair trigger he has, especially because he’s still cumming, drool slipping down his chin and collecting on his chest. On your hoodie.

From your place on your knees, you have a front row seat to the whole show, taking in every pulse and twitch of his shaft as his orgasm finally tapers off and he collapses to the ground in front of you, like a puppet with its strings cut.

You can’t stop yourself from crawling closer to him, cupping his softening, drenched cock through his ruined shorts.

Isagi whines when your hand makes contact, but instead of pulling away, he bucks up into your touch, tilting his head towards you to look at you with bleary, lovestruck eyes. Your breath catches in your throat, sure that your expression matches his (just less fucked out).

“G’na take care ‘f me?” he slurs, his lips cracking into a lazy grin as his dick plumps up quickly, both from your ministrations and the slow grind he’s enacting.

You’re bowled over by the intense love you’ve tried to ignore for years, threatening to consume you until there’s nothing left but your bleeding heart, resting in the hands of the only person you’ve ever trusted with it.

Overcome, you lean in and sink your teeth into the side of Isagi’s neck, adding more pressure until you feel the skin break beneath your canines, warm copper flooding your tongue.

Isagi cries out, tilting his head to the side to give you more room to devour him, piece by piece. His cock pulsates under your hand, another flood of his cum soiling your palm with a quiet whimper of your name.

He came with your teeth buried in his neck and your touch against the most sensitive parts of him. There's no going back.

You feel your ribs crack open, flaying yourself to make room for this beautiful boy in your chest, knowing you will never, ever let him go.

The way he looks at you as you lave over the bruised and bleeding skin with your tongue in apology tells you he knows your plans and is more than okay with them, with becoming a willing prisoner in a cell of your own design.

You pull away smiling, his blood staining your teeth. Isagi smiles right back.

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ohnoitstbskyen · 1 year ago

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I know it would probably bring a lot of hate comments but I am begging you to roast the hazbin character designs because I'd love to have someone properly articulate why they don't work so I could send it to people who won't believe me when I tell them. 🫠 Understandable if you don't want to get into it though.

I don't think there's that much there to roast, honestly?

Those designs are clearly an extremely specific stylistic choice, and because that style is consistent throughout the show, it ultimately feels coherent with itself.

There are trade-offs being made. Because Hazbin's design style is SO stylized and so heavy on decoration and detailing, because it puts a lot of emphasis on costuming, it isn't as good at communicating specific character storytelling as a more grounded style could be (it's kind of the same tradeoff that stuff like Genshin Impact makes).

Like, why does Sir Pentious' hat have an eye and a mouth on it that makes its own expressions? Apparently not for very much reason at all, except that Pentious has a bit of an eyes-motif going on in his design and it was one more place to put an extra eye. And that's a valid criticism of his design, but also the entire show is designed like that, so frankly it would be weirder and more out of place if his design alone didn't have that kind of overelaborate decoration going on.

It does create a situation where I have a hard time "reading" the character designs sometimes. For example, Vox, Alastor and Pentious all wear a similar style of suit with upwards-turned shoulders, butterflies and pinstripes. Now, am I meant to read that as Vox imitating Alastor due to his crippling need to replace and outdo him, and Pentious imitating the style of powerful Overlords because he thinks that possessing their level of power will finally give him relief from his paranoia and self-loathing?

Or is it just a design fixation of the creator who keeps putting their characters in suits because that's just what they like? I can't really be sure, because sometimes design elements are used to intentionally tell stories about how characters relate to themselves, their world and one another, but plenty of other times designs look the way they do Because Of Vibes.

But again, that lack of clarity is clearly an intentional trade-off - and the benefit of that trade-off is a design style that is extremely varied, wild, expressive and memorable. Hazbin Hotel seems like a very easy show to draw fanart of, and a very fun show to draw fanart of. Those designs (especially the hyper-expressive faces) are begging to be the subjects of traumatic headcanons, unbearably cotton-candy soft fluff fantasies and weird, taboo, homoerotic power dynamics. Slaps roof of character design, this bad boy can express so much vicarious emotional intensity.

It's very exuberant, very excited about itself and very self-indulgent, it's a style that prioritizes visual impact and visual interest over readability (something which the animators of the show navigate with real skill, props to them) and individual aesthetics over worldbuilding.

And I don't blame anyone for being turned off by that (I certainly was the first time I started seeing those designs going around), but I would struggle to call the show's designs "bad" when they are clearly achieving exactly what they want to achieve.

I have some criticisms, especially re: how the show treats skinny bodies as an unquestioned, desirable default, and employs fatness as a means of alienating and abjecting the audience. That sucks very badly, and is a serious disappointment, and one of the few places where the show feels like it is being cowardly in its design philosophy. But I don't have it in me to do some kind of Hazbin Hotel Sucks And Here's Why takedown, its problems are not unique or extreme enough to warrant it, at least not as I currently understand them.

#tb answers #hazbin hotel #character design

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tinyapplejuice · 9 months ago

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LARRY DATING HEADCANONS

✧.*

•Larry will honestly be such a clueless guy when it comes to dating. He is a robot who originally works for ONLY THE LAW- meaning he has no idea or has a well-known understanding of romance. You could even say he is basically a baby bird and you need to steer this relationship for the first couple of months or maybe a year or so, guiding him.

•As much as he loves you, he will not put you over his job, maybe over Lawrie but that is very debatable. He loves Starr Park and its rules! He will sacrifice everything even his own brother and his life to keep it safe! It’s probably a no-brainer for him to choose which one is more important. But despite all of that, he holds you very very dear to his heart! He doesn’t hate you or think you’re nothing to him, no it’s quite the opposite! He cares for you a huge ton like the people he also loves; Lawrie and R-T! He adores and loves you so much!!! Though not as much as Starr Park and the rules!

•That additionally means he will absolutely NOT allow you to break the rules even if it’s minor. Every time when it seems like you are about to do something, he will immediately stop you and scold you. One time he tried to let you off but he was just glaring at you, gritting his teeth as his eyes followed you. He ultimately just cringed and denied you from doing it. He just can’t.

•I think that Larry simultaneously uses all types of love language to show how much he cares. Though he especially leans towards physical touch and spending time!

•Larry is someone who likes to be with his lover. I like to imagine ever since he figured out how relationships work, he wants to show them how much he cares about them so he’s physical with his way of showing affection! Sometimes it’s a bit corny like a kiss on the hand as he bows down or can be simple like handholding. But whatever it is, he enjoys it. It’s one of his ways of showing affection!

•Another reason why he’s so attached to his lover is the fact that he doesn’t have any time to spend with them. As a cop, it’s his duty to keep whatever he’s assigned to safe and oh boy, he’s very busy with his work. In Starr Park, there’s always something going wrong meaning he and his brother often have to spend a lot of time to fix and cool things down. Which causes him to spend less time with you and be more clingy. He wants to make it up with you!!!! So whenever he has the time to just be with you even if it’s for a second he cherishes it!

•As I mentioned before, Larry is inexperienced with the concept of love and so often times I would like to think he downloads a source; a movie or a book to get an idea of it. That could also be a part of how he figured out relationships!

•But since he had gathered that information from movies, books, and all of those things. He creates a certain expectation, something that can be somewhat achieved only in fiction because it’s impossible for couples to be lovey-dovey all the time, onto you. That causes way too much pressure as he wants to maintain that perfect couple look. He didn’t mean to do it on purpose, it was on his mindset because he was taught. However if you’re teaching him and building him up to be a better person in relationships, he will change sooner or later.

•Larry is a huge planner guy. He loves to be ahead of himself and be able to know what’s going to happen due to the schedule he has prepared. Yet even with him being excited and prepared for it, at the last minute it gets canceled. There’s something that goes completely wrong at Starr Park and they need Larry to come back and fix it. This is extremely disappointing and sad for Larry who looked forward to it probably a week beforehand.

•So with that in mind, yes, he does remember every single important event. Your birthday? He has it memorized probably even to the exact time you were born if you know it. Your anniversary with him? Got that! He’s prepared to give you the best gifts and celebrate a good day with you! Any holidays you like to spend? Has that inside of his memory so when you come to meet him, he always has something to do with you! He always has a huge special gift prepared for you! It’s usually flowers or things from the gift shop at the theme park. Maybe a romantic date if he has time too?

•Larry is a confident guy, he can make the first moves. He usually does if you’re not the one initiating contact however just in the first few weeks of dating. He would just watch your moves and wait patiently. He wasn’t sure if you would like it and so he would slowly creep his hand onto yours. Something small and something cute so he wouldn’t “scare” you off. Honestly, he was kinda afraid that your feelings for him were nothing.

•Larry doesn’t want to cry in front of his lover. He hates it even though he does it once in a while. Why? One, the oil splatters everywhere and it’s annoying to clean it up as it just smears. He doesn’t want his lover to do extra chores for him. Two, he’s a cop. He isn’t as strong or intimidating as Lawrie but sometimes he feels a bit weak when he shows a vulnerable side. Now he cries for a lot of different reasons; anger, sadness, he’s a robot. He doesn’t understand any of it and so often time it messes with his code, making him more emotional.

•Larry does get angry from time to time with you if you guys ever get in a fight. When he gets angry, it’s usually a shocker since many people perceive him as this happy, silly, optimistic guy. He usually snaps and explodes. He yells and screams before ending up in tears because he feels guilty. He will not hit you, he has great strength and is very cautious about it with you.

•Correlating to it, Larry is also not a violent guy. No, I’m not saying he will never have to use it. He will have to from time to time in Starr Park but he prefers to be docile. After all, it’s Lawrie's job to be the more aggressive one out of the two. So he prefers not to be physical.

•Larry is not afraid to yell out “I LOVE MY PARTNER” out loud.

•Larry isn’t easily flustered, shockers I know. He may seem like it but he actually just usually gives a small smile and laughs it off, thanking you generously for your appreciation. Even so, there are moments where you have him slightly blushing if you just play your cards right.

•Since he is a robot, he can either be the coldest or the hottest thing ever. His body is ice, shivering cold in the winter while it’s burning hot in the summer. The bad thing is that he likes to be with his lover so it gets very uncomfortable because of his body temperature. Sadly, he doesn’t feel how cold or hot it is to know the pain.

•Most of the time he’s smiling but the little face in his hat is not. That’s where you know he’s faking his smile. That face is an indicator of his real emotion. So he may seem all good and happy but inside he’s frustrated and mad.

•Larry tweaks when you give him any sort of affection. Whether it be physical touch, gifts, or any sort of that. He will go haywire, for the first few times he went short-circuiting and ended up overheating but now he has learned to control it.

•His siren, oh boy! If he’s really really happy then it blares up. It’s sweet but it’s actually so so so so dreadfully bad. It’s so loud and bright. It hurts your ears and eyes, it causes people to stare at him weirdly. Overall, the thought of it is nice of him but…

•Anyways! Larry is completely obsessive about you. He thinks about you every time at his job every single day! He’s always gushing to you to Lawrie when he has the chance, acting like a high school girl who had found her true love, giving his brother his thoughts and feelings to you- maybe even sprinkling a gesture for help. And trust me when I say this, Lawrie is far worse with the concept of romance than Larry is. He literally is absolutely so infatuated with you.

•Just like rules, he keeps your boundaries very dear to him. It’s sacred. He always reminds himself it’s like a mini law of Starr Park and if he breaks it accidentally, he will apologize furiously and so so much.

•Larry tries to look to impress his lover and maybe swoon them but it honestly ends up failing so badly and at that point, he just gets incredibly embarrassed for trying. He does that once in a while, you cannot stop him.

•Since he’s a cop, after all, his first instinct is to protect you. So everything that might seem dangerous or threatening to you, without hesitation he will jump in and save you like you were some sort of royal he needed to save. It’s all cute and silly before he jumps one of your friends and tries to arrest them claiming they were going to hurt you.

•That also means he is the literal fun police. No buts, whys, or anything like that, he will stop you if it goes against the rules or if it’s too dangerous. It’s for good intentions but the actions are not in the right place!

•Larry is easily a jealous man. Due to the fact that almost everybody in Starr Park hates him for shoving the rules up to their faces, he worries that you might have the same exact opinion as him. So he’s very clingy and often time gets fussy whenever he feels like your relationship is drifting apart. You have to comfort him that you won’t leave him.

•He would and WILL spend hours rambling about the rules of Starr Park to you. If you do listen and you’re interested in it, he will soar. He will immediately think you are the most important person to exist and he will want to marry you.

•Without a doubt, he’s the most cheesiest man to exist. He loves using corny pick-up lines. (He doesn’t know it’s cringy, he’s trying his best). He thinks he swoons you over with it.

•He will unironically correct you. Since he’s a cop and he corrects people from doing wrong, he would unintentionally point out. Oh, you used the wrong grammar? He will say what you missed. Your posture is not good? Yep, he’ll mention it. It’s not to make you feel bad, no, it’s just how he works.

•Larry is more competitive than his twin, Lawrie, so whenever you guys are doing something that’s some sort of rivalry. He will try hard to get the victory. It’s going to be so tense since he’s probably going to be the only one who takes it seriously. And if he doesn’t, he’s going to be so pouty. He will probably just ignore you for a few minutes because he didn’t get the win.

•Larry is also very clueless about emotions in general. He has much trouble understanding his own so do you really think he’s going to understand yours? No, he wouldn’t. That means he won’t be able to support you when you’re upset even if he has all the information he needs about it. He panics very very much and tries to comfort you.

•Speaking of comforting you. Usually when you’re feeling down, he will try to make you laugh by doing silly poses with his floating head or cracking up funny jokes. But if you really do need a friend to talk to, he will be there. He may just speak words based on facts from the computer but he truly means it when he says he cares and loves about you. He does but he doesn’t really know how to show it.

•Most of the conversations you would be having with this boy is so bland and straightforward. It sounds artificial because it is. He only bases the talk on real facts and doesn’t know anything about trends and such.

•Lawrie would be such a huge third wheel when Larry invites him to hang out with you guys. Larry will be so loving to you and Lawrie just has to watch as his brother clings onto you. It’s a bit awkward for him.

•He will point out random, cute pictures that have two characters and ask you, “Us?”

•Larry probably makes Lawrie act like you a couple of times, commonly used in the first couple of months of dating, so he wouldn’t be nervous to you face to face but it probably would work as well as he thought because Lawrie would just be too unenthusiastic and he didn’t act like you. Plus if he messed up, Lawrie would be super amused and tease him. He still does it from time to time but not as much as he did in the past.

•Larry will do everything in his power to make you feel the prettiest/handsome person ever. He doesn’t want you to be insecure ever despite his lack of confidence. Larry is the type of person to think that his partner is the most dashing person ever and if you ever think otherwise then he will be upset!

•If you’re someone who’s afraid of bugs, Larry would carefully let the bug go and scold them, thinking they understand the human language.

•Larry seems like a guy to be curious about everything so often times if he sees something he doesn’t know. He will come to the number one trustworthy source; you!!!

•He also loves to engage in a conversation! Whether it’ll be talking or listening, he’ll always be somewhat speaking to his love!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!!! AND YES I WILL BE DOING LAWRIE DATING HEADCANON!!! HAVE A GOOD DAY!!! ⸂⸂⸜(രᴗര๑)⸝⸃⸃

#brawl stars x reader #brawl stars #brawlstars #larry and lawrie #brawl stars larry #Larry #brawl stars Larry x reader #Larry brawl stars #x reader #Headcanons

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bunji-enthusiast · 9 months ago

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Haiiii I hope you’re doing well! If it’s okay, can I request a scenario or headcannons about lancelot being with a female s/o who is also Tristan’s sister?

We'll Be Countin' Stars

there were similar request to yours, and lately seems to like this particular pairing, lmao. I don’t judge though, it’s actually really cute to think about <3

He could lie, he couldn't, Lancelot never would've expected to actually fall in love with you. But it simply just flowed, like it was right?... He wasn't completely sure, but one thing he was sure of was the fact it was authentic. Though the prince of Benwick found himself to be getting quite the earful of endless teases and conversation from a very protective mother, Queen Elizabeth. Lancelot never expected to find out how close you and your mother were until that happened.

Mutiple lessons of love he forever wished he could sink in the river, but the best lesson that had come to pass was with you. Despite the endless torment of thoughts he had, that he was doing you wrong, that he would ruin you. It all just went away, Lancelot just eventually understood he needed to give this time with you. Though if he were to be honest, he never expected his eventual partner to be you, Tristan's sister.

Lancelot knew that he was most likely never going to hear the end of it from Tristan and other friends alike, his parents too! He though he was gonna die inside every time he heard the subject rose into conversation, you had expressed the same sentiments to his relief, but it had seemed word of the whole thing was never going to go away.

However, without a shadow of a doubt, Lancelot will kill for you. Be it; to save you, on your behalf (if you can't find yourself doing it), or gather food. It is always done with no hesitation whatsoever, and in adept time.

Lancelot has extremely good photographic memory, and seemingly memorizes to some the most insignificant details of your appearances. You share similarities to that of your brother, but you seemed to look more like your father. Whether it's a mole on the cheekbone, a birthmark, he will absolutely remember it. Though he doesn't mean it in an odd sense, he just thinks they are endearing aspects added to your appearance as a whole.

The blonde remembers what you like and don't like, food-wise of course. So you are sometimes surprised with your favorite snack, and Lancelot will absolutely refute your accusations with a bullshit excuse, the blush on his face very clearly betraying what he says. Though he can never get enough of that gentle, content expression on your face when you get to eat your favorite snacks (it's one of his favorite things to see, but his ass will not admit that).

On certain nights, he takes you on a high-end rooftop to watch the night sky, and maybe converse in ways he would never be able too with anyone else. Lancelot can appreciate the deep meaning thoughts in your words, and seemingly just fires off another thought for you to think about and ramble off of. He just likes hearing your voice admittedly, and in particular what you think about the subjects discussed. Though, there are points in which you just suddenly interrupt your rambling by pointing to the night sky when there is a shape of interest.

If there are ever reasons that you may get overwhelmed, Lancelot does his best to reassure and comfort you discreetly. For example, if large crowds overwhelm you (Lancelot honestly agrees), he will lead you away and take the time to calm you down.

When both of you have time off to actually rest and recuperate, the most that will be done on your day off; is just simply cuddling each other as one and the other are to lazy too move, admiring the general scenery, or just people-watching. People-watching is somehow highly entertaining, you don't know why, but it is.

One of the main ways Lancelot expresses his love for you is acts of service, though he can be reliant on physical touch at times. But mainly when focused on acts of service; Lancelot will offer his help when you are having trouble, offer to assist you in training sessions, gift you things you mentioned you like, cares for you should you be afflicted with a major injury or illness.

He doesn't really like it, but Lancelot admittedly does get possessive of you (like father like son, come on). He rarely behaves this way, but when he does he is fully aware of it and hates it. Lancelot knows he shouldn't be so worrisome in certain circumstances, but he can't help but be possessive of you even when you can handle yourself. He tries to be better about it though.

Though you were born with both inherent traits from both parents, you inherited more of your fathers traits and abilities compared to your brother who looked more like your mother. Which had meant your demonic abilities were the more dominant genes compared to your goddess blood, and you sincerely found yourself to be at an impasse. Like Tristan, you didn't have an easy time in coming to terms with your powers. Though, Lancelot always reassured you that he could handle you if you ever lost control of yourself.

The end-game in which the admittance of your feelings for each other cultivated, was that Lancelot had admitted he was in-love with you. Which at first was an attempt, but you had admitted the same, despite the embarrassment however it had made things easier.

For the most part, you do end up cooking for the both of you (if you can cook well). Most of your cooking greatly reminds him of his parents, but he does appreciate the good-natured work and love you put into your cooking. Though off-handedly, he is the one to cook, however he does follow off a list sometimes. He CANNOT remember most recipes off the top of his head for the life of him, it annoys him.

In the beginning of your relationship, both of you realized that neither of you knew next to nothing about maintaining a good relationship. So it was a bit of a process, but during the way, you had gained good memories of laughable moments. But the experience earned had allowed him to take the lead when it came to dates, he was a bit more of a solace and peace kind of guy when it came to dates. Taking you out on the reverie, or just sitting by the lake, maybe hanging out from tree to tree as well.

One of his main favorite things about you, as cheesy as it may seem, is your smile. Lancelot always wants to find a way to elicit it from you, it's like it re-charges his energy immensely the moment he lays eyes on your smile.

However, the very thing he hates the most about you is your inability to accept help when you really needed it. Lancelot knows it's hard, for god's sakes, but why are you refusing help? It can be pretty damn hard to make it through, but he does try his best to respect your decisions wherever possible.

He dearly appreciated your support whenever it had come down to family issues with his parents, it was sometimes difficult to get along with them at times. His father most of all, so who knows where he'd be if not for your support? Lancelot had delved pretty deeply into his issues with his father, and you did hear a lot, which was surprising. But this was part of being with one another, yet you were glad he had trusted you this much to admit such things to you alone.

In return, Lancelot does his best to offer some discreet support when you have issues/disputes with either Tristan or your parents. Sometimes he is unsure of what it may be, and sometimes he knows why you had such arguments.

Between you both, Lancelot covers for physical strength and physical weakness. You cover for emotional welfare and more strategic thinking, many view you both to be a particularly headstrong couple.

#mokushiroku no yonkishi lancelot #lancelot 4koa #lancelot mokushiroku no yonkishi #lancelot 4kota #lancelot x you #lancelot x reader #lancelot #mokushiroku no yonkishi #mokushiroku no yonkishi x reader #seven deadly sins x reader #sds x reader #7ds x reader #nanastu no taizai x reader #nnt x reader

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couch-potato28 · 2 months ago

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Imagine being a Blue Lock manager! ⚽️

VERSION VI.

(a/n: okay I’m baaaack! other versions are in production, please bear with the wait guys, I swear I’m trying 🙏)

WARNING-none

wc: 0.9k words

ALSO: tags @ttheggrimrreaper ❤️ this one’s for u bbg sorry for the wait 🫶 Happy Women’s Day y’all 💐

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FROM THE PROLOGUE:

“Congratulations L/N Y/N! Based on your results, you've earned your place in Blue Lock as the manager of player number…

…22, Jingo Raichi.”

Raising an eyebrow, you were unsure of who the boy on the screens was. Slightly squeezing your eyes, you tried to recall his face somewhere among the 299 boys that were shown and mentioned in a meeting a few weeks ago. Minutes passed by as you searched through your memories, but nothing came to mind. With a simple shrug, you turned around, and made your way to the managers’ room.

“Please let me get someone nice!”-you muttered, holding the new schedules and uniform Anri just gave you.

Imagine being Jingo Raichi’s manager.

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Jingo Raichi, who you were quick to find based on his voice’s volume alone that could be even heard from the last of the benches on the field. Immediately spotting the golden-haired, you quickly jogged your way down, calling his name and preparing yourself for a brief introduction. All while he was loudly explaining something to one of his teammates, only noticing you minutes later, jumping a little from the sudden appearance of a girl. Surprise, perhaps embarrassment was displayed on his face since his new manager caught him in a not-so-flattering moment. Moving on from a memorable first impression, he introduced himself, giving you a very firm handshake along with small muttering. “Sorry ya had to see that.” Noticing that he’s actually quite nice, you happily started a conversation hoping to get to know him some more.

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•Raichi, who treats you surprisingly well even though the first few days with him are kinda awkward. He, too shy after the first encounter would only manage to ask a few questions and intently listen to whatever you said without a complaint. His teammates would tease him for how silent he was around you instead of his usual self.

•After about a week or two though, he would slowly warm up to you, and from then on it’s a rollercoaster of emotions. You get to see how Raichi is a fierce, maybe too much of a fighter spirit, happily starting or getting into heated discussions and arguments, which honestly, sometimes makes your job just a tad bit harder.

•However, he’s aware of how he’s quite a handful to deal with, and that’s why he tries to restrain his louder self in front of you, hoping it works.

•You do notice this and appreciate the effort, but you reassure him it doesn’t bother you and just be his usual self.

“Maybe try to avoid picking fights with others.”-you say as he nods in agreement, grinning like a child.

•You two share a strong bond of friendship that blossoms through calming him down or hyping him up for matches, and laughing at other players for their stupidity. (you two are such bullies lmao)

•He is also a very sporty guy, with an impressive amount of stamina and strength that could last him all day, yet after the mandatory training hours, he’s out. Just chilling with you, or trying to figure out where you hid those protein shakes. (He does practice overtime on some days just not on a regular basis)

•Teases you a looot, but he’s extremely protective at the same time. If anyone even insults you or DARES to bully you, they’re dead. Don’t mess with his precious manager, cause only he can do that. Everyone is impressed at how you got yourself someone like him

•Raichi among the many traits he possesses like his sexy football, is also very loud. You should have brought earplugs cause 60% of the day usually consists of him shouting at another player for whatever reason it may be, making you the one to shout even louder to stop him. It’s a bit embarrassing when you guys get scolded to shut your mouth, but you love him nonetheless.

•When the U20 announcement came, you saw him excited, practicing harder than ever and even the loud remarks died down a little. So, when it was revealed he wouldn’t be in the starter lineup, you were ready to comfort him.

•However, as always, Raichi manages to surprise yet again. He was hurt of course—you could see it—yet during the match he would shout the loudest on the benches, cheering for the boys, and giving them the extra support and advice they needed.

“You’re not sad?”

“Nah, this just means I gotta work harder, ya dumbass”

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AFTER THE U20 MATCH…

•Raichi is HYPED and comes back stronger than ever, ready to improve himself and let the world know his name.

•Your manager position also becomes a more serious job, having to focus on his training schedules, double the amount of paperwork, and making sure he’s fine mentally.

•He’s literally the same before the U20 match, but the teasing seems to have lessened as well as him putting in more effort as a player. However, bullying Igaguri is still one of his favorite things to do during his free time.

•Raichi is also pretty hardworking during tutoring, with him only throwing in a joke every 20 minutes, all while his anger issues with grammatical rules seem to explode each time he studies with you.

•He, who frequently asks you for opinions, check-ups, and discussions making sure you’re involved in whatever he’s planning. Your friendship has also become stronger over the months, with a few stolen glances making their appearance here and there.

•You know he’s trying his best and you will always support him from the sidelines. Does he want that tho? Maybe not from the sidelines he thinks, cause you would look really pretty next to him. (not that you’re not pretty now, just to be clear—)

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(guys he’s so underrated like 😔🖐️)

#bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x manager au #blue lock u20 #blue lock x you #blue lock raichi #bllk raichi #jingo raichi #raichi jingo #bllk u20 #u20 #raichi x reader #jingo raichi x reader #reader x raichi #raichi x you #bastard munchen #raichi

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verdet-cadet · 2 months ago

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The way my eyes immediately were drawn to "Silver Fox"

It started as just a "it would be fun to give post canon Tharkay those little silver temple streaks" and morphed into "What if Tharkay is actually a little older than Laurence, old enough to have been a contemporary of one of his older brothers at school, and this all comes to light at an extremely awkward dinner."

Here's a little bit with the actual Silver Fox part:

Tharkay ran his hand speculatively through his close cropped locks. Preoccupied with matters of his estate, he had only half heard the barber's words as he had sat down in the chair. By the time the first long strands had fallen it had been too late to divert course. He had had his hair shorn short before, of course, through indifferent barbers or local custom or one memorable and detestable encounter with lice. Never before, however, had he had reason to anticipate the opinion of another.

"Oh!" Laurence looked rather relieved to be excused from the discussion, which as far as Tharkay could tell had devolved into mathematical squabble about the potential incomes of various tariffs. Perscitia and Temeraire spared him hardly more than a glance before turning back to their sand table, but Laurence climbed down from Temeraire's forelegs at once to inspect him, putting his hands to his shoulders to turn him this way and that.

"I think you look quite handsome, but what's this?" With his hair cut away the streaks of silver at his temples shone bright and distinct. "You are rather young for these," Laurence reached out to brush his fingertips fondly along the shorn locks.

"Look closely," Tharkay bade dryly. He leaned closer to Laurence and tilted his head to be examined. "I think you will find they bear the names of twenty feral dragons and one William Laurence."

#temeraire #fic snippets

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toto-the-cactus · 3 months ago

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A fun question for the girl dad Primarchs. How do they feel about finding out that their daughter has a space marine lover from another Chapter. (Like mother, like daughter. They saw a big man in armor and decided they wanted to climb that like a tree.)

Guess what anon? You got me writing shit.

Hope you like this family drama and especial mention to @jaghatai-khock who let me use his sweet blorbo Callahan to be inserted in this shit show.

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It was no secret that Lion El’jonson held a certain amount of irritation about anything that had to do with the Space Wolves Legion. Whether it was their own behavior or their beliefs that clashed with those of the Dark Angels Legion, it was a matter thrown out in the air for anyone to guess.

That’s why Eireen simply knew that the instant her father got wind of her meeting secretly with one the astartes that belonged to her uncle’s legion, hell will be brought upon her and, in consequence, making her already ermetic and busy schedule become even more unbearable.

Besides… it wasn’t like she was doing anything wrong!

It was a nice and friendly… meet up with someone that she had become quite close after a few conjoined campaigns that her father had with uncle Russ.

Cadoc had been a bit abrasive and loud the first time she met him, staying just respectful enough to not be considered rude or out of line. Her entourage of serfs had been scandalized when he had simply come up to her and asked for a sparring match to test her fighting skills out of genuine curiosity.

“This is probably one of the few chances I’ll get to spar with the trueborn of a Primarch. I’m really excited about it!” he had told her that day and, for a reason that still escapes her understanding, Eireen had felt her face burn at his words.

The redhead astartes had flashed a sharp smile back then, a challenge in that expression to try and get a reaction out of her and for the first time in her life… she felt like someone actually treated her as the warrior that she had been raised to be and not just some maiden to be protected.

Now? It became almost a ritual for them both to try some nice training session before deciding to take a nice break hidden behind the lush bushes of her mother’s garden. After some Dark Angels had ruined the flowers of the Lady of Caliban by walking alongside Eireen one morning, it had been nailed over everyone’s head that anyone wearing ceramite armor was forbidden to get close to the garden.

It was quite the convenience that the garden wasn’t so terribly far from the sparring arena.

Eireen had even memorized the schedule of it to make sure that no astartes of her father would see them both training.

For as much as the young lady felt like she wasn’t doing something criminal of any kind, even her mother had suggested to keep her little friendship hidden from her father until she knew how to tell him that her first ever friend (and crush) was a Space Wolf astartes.

“He can be a bit… overbearing sometimes, my dear. Especially if he thinks that this will be the perfect excuse for Leman to rush in and take you away from him” the look on her mother’s face said enough that even she found that logic a bit extreme and farfetched, but her next words almost made her scoff in disbelief. “He cares for you dearly and the idea of you going away scares him”

Eireen honestly felt like she was in her right to be skeptical about her father’s priorities when regarding her future.

All her life she had been reminded of the responsibilities she’ll have to carry on in the Imperium as the child of a Primarch. A weight that had been sitting over her neck ever since she could understand words.

But Cadoc was the one fresh gush of wind that she didn’t know she needed.

She could complain about her father and his astartes without looking like some traitor in the making. Instead of judgmental stares, the redhead marine would point out her mistakes in posture and correct them without belittling her worth.

‘I don’t want this to end’, she thought with a mix of joy and resignation.

“Hey!” he called her, finally pulling her out of her spiraling thoughts once a stalemate was met between the two when both battle axe and long sword didn’t yield a bit. “There was something I wanted to ask you but it also involves the Primarch and Legion Mother of the Dark Angels”

Oh no. That was going to be complicated.

“O-oh… Well… that’s going to…”

“EIREEN!”

Oh no no no no!

“Lion! By the damned throne, stop this nonsense!” and just right behind her father, there was her mother running with all her might to try and catch up with the Primarch.

“I’m not speaking with you, woman!”

Eireen admitted with some shyness that she had clumsily scrambled in panic to get back up from where she and Cadoc rested after their spar, a heavy weight dropping like a rock on her stomach at the scowl merring her father's face when looking over her friend.

The fact that the red-haired Space Wolf just smiled at her father after bowing his head in respect to the Primarch didn’t help at all.

“Eireen, you were supposed to be attending your diplomatic and history lessons” said the demigod in a strange mix of awkwardness and anger. It was easy to see how it took a lot of effort from him to not scoff when his eyes landed once again on her companion and friend. “Not lazing around here at your mother’s garden”

‘With him’ was the unsaid part of that sentence. Years of learned discipline were the only thing preventing the young girl from letting a very unladylike growl at how her father regarded the one single friend she had ever made.

“I… I had a few minutes free before my lessons, father” she defended, barely able to keep her stutter in check before her father scolded her for it. “I thought… I thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to train my abilities with the long sword”

Lion opened his mouth ready to berate her for it (that was pretty obvious), but her mother interrupted just in time to save her from the awkwardness that was starting to build up between the few presents. It was a miracle that no Dark Angel had followed her parents here, but considering how stern the Lady of Caliban was when regarding her garden, Eireen counted her blessings by choosing this place as their hiding spot.

Small mercies.

“That’s very responsible of you, my love” it was amazing how easily her mother knew how to play with her father’s own methods and words against him. “Don’t you think, Lion? You always say that Eireen needs to practice her swordsmanship technique on the offensive. Even one of the astartes of your brother’s Legion is helping her!”

More than hearing, both ladies felt the rumble of a growl that begged to be free from the Primarch’s throat, who clearly didn’t find amusing being called out in his own hypocrisy.

“Enough of this disrespect! Eireen, go to your brother” said Lion after he managed to get a grip over his temper. “Callahan will make sure that you assist your lessons… without distractions”

Now it was the turn of the young lady to feel her face blush in embarrassment at the idea of being treated like she was still a toddler; one that needed to hold her brother’s hand all the time to find her way around everywhere they went.

“Actually! This is an excellent chance, my Lord and Lady. There was something important that I need to discuss”

That got everyone’s attention.

“Cadoc… what are you-”

“I wish to start my courting towards the Primarch’s daughter: Eireen”

The poor young girl swore that if more blood rushed to her face, she'd end up fainting on the spot.

The reaction of both her parents were quite a poem of different emotions; ranging from enraged shock to amazed confusion from both her father and mother respectively.

For a long moment, no one dared to even breathe too loud.

Eireen found herself staring straight at Cadoc’s face to try to see if this was some tasteless attempt of teasing from him… but the only thing that she managed to discover was a warm and peaceful look on his hardened expression when he stared at her back.

Oh, Grandfather almighty! She felt her heart flip inside her ribcage.

This was bad. Horrible bad timing too. The girl already saw the groundbreaking refusal her father was about to throw at Cadoc’s courting proposal.

“ABSOLUTELY…!”

“FINALLY!! JUST SAY YES TO HIM, EIREEN!”

And now, the poor girl could only cover her face in crushing embarrassment at the scream her brother had thrown while waiting for her at the edge of their mother’s garden.

How long had he been hearing?!

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Dis me each time yall feed me ideas

#warhammer 40k #wh40k #warhammer 40000 #primarch dads #primarchs as girl dads #lion el'jonson #implied lion el'jonson x reader #oc homie: Callahan #primarchs #anon ask #space marine x oc #space wolves legion #adeptus astartes x oc #dark angels #my writing

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orbitariums · 11 months ago

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*+. 🎧

pussy taste like rum punch... all it took was one touch, knock out one punch... eat it up for lunch lunch... +*

expanding more on rum punch... gonna call this lil series #recoverybf!patrick (x black reader alwaysss)

contains: smut (oral f receiving), slight pheromone kink?, cheating, patrick acting like reader's coochie is on steroids

recoverybf!patrick, who you come crying to when your real boyfriend is being a dick (which is often) will spend what feels like hours between your legs, eyes closed in complete bliss as he pulls orgasm after orgasm from you, not minding when your legs shake uncontrollably and damn near crush his head. he just pries them open with a gentle shove and keeps at his job, his tongue lapping away at your sopping core as you cry out like you're asking the gods for forgiveness. your clit is sore and sensitive, and you're not sure you have another one left, but he always coaxes it out of you. slows his speed, ever so softly ghosts his tongue against your pussy like water trickling down a stream. just closes his lips around the clit ever so softly, just enough to apply pressure but not enough to make you actually tap out (you did once, and he tried his hardest not to mope — you returned the favor by giving him head, and as much as patrick loves your mouth, loves feeling the side of your cheek bulge with the swell of his cock, he is a giver, especially when it comes to you).

"pussy tastes so good," he would often murmur against your cunt, as if it was its own person, a separate entity from you. he'd say this while his lids were heavy and his fingers were tracing against your clit, ready to tease and prod at your slit. it was like he was in a trance, memorizing your pussy to memory while you looked down at him with the deepest admiration and honestly, a hint of surprise.

patrick always bragged about how many girls he fucked and how much he made them come, how good he was at "eating pussy." and while you were curious, you were slightly dubious – you'd always been attracted to him, but for some reason it was hard to believe that he was this extremely generous sex god who made girls squirt on his face on a regular basis. patrick had this selfish, overtly masculine energy about him that made you think different — but that was before you started running to him every other day to get fucked, tears from an argument with your boyfriend freshly dried on your face. you were pleasantly surprised the first time he went down on you, which was of course that first night, and all the times after.

he's such a dickhead, though. he'll pull away from your pussy with his mouth completely soaked, readjust the backwards cap he has on his head and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand as he leans back on his knees to look at you, a quivering, fucked out work of art underneath him. usually you'd tell him to wipe the smug fucking smirk on his face but you're too busy getting hit with aftershocks from your third time coming.

once after, you were getting cleaned up and patrick was throwing something together in the kitchen for you two to eat. while he was half-heartedly washing dishes in the sink he turned to you and asked,

"do you take supplements or something?"

"hmm?" you hummed absentmindedly as you scrolled on your phone, your brain clear of all the drama and nonsense that had caused you to flock here — patrick made sure to fuck the stress out of you, right after eating it out of your pussy, slurping and sucking like his life depended on it, biting your inner thighs ever so slightly. he'd want to leave marks, but he knows he can't, knows you'll kill him, knows it'll jeopardize what you have going on (but deep down he believes you'd still find your way back to him anyway even if he did fuck up that majorly).

"i mean, you taste so fucking good. like are you taking some kind of vitamin or something?"

"patrick, what?" you sat up sit up then, glaring at him in genuine confusion, your brows knit together.

"i'm just asking like.... is there some sort of pill you can take to make your pussy taste good? because you do taste really good, like the best i've ever had. i don't mean to be crass but usually they don't taste like that. i was just wondering," he shrugged, rambling on like it's not the absolute dumbest thing you've ever heard.

you weren't offended by any means, but you do note that no one else has made such a big deal about your taste like patrick. everytime he goes down on you it's "you taste so fucking good yn" or "your pussy's so fucking sweet" or "could eat this sweet little pussy for hours, baby" or, more recently: "wish you'd keep this all for me."

you wonder if it's some special kink he has, but then it's only with you? you'll wonder if this is a good or bad sign... if he's this attracted to your pheromones and your taste, shouldn't this mean something? you remembered hearing something similar in biology class — not that your teacher had ever said anything close to patrick asking you if you took pills to make your vagina taste good.

"you're comparing the taste of my vagina to other girls you've been with?" you respond with a raised brow, half-joking.

"c'mon. you know they're not you," he responded.

"not even close?" you egged him on.

"no shot," he shook his head, spooning in fried rice leftovers into your bowl.

the first time you squirt on patrick's face, you're apologizing profusely, covering your mouth in embarrassment at how you've soaked through his couch.

you're gasping, horrified,

"patrick, oh my god, i'm so sorry, i swear i didn't mean to, i didn't even know, i never usually — i mean, by myself, but —"

he doesn't even register your blubbery apologies, just keeps eating you, letting his face get soaked in your juices as he practically makes out with your pussy.

"attafuckinggirl," he cuts you off with a literal growl, his eyebrows furrowed in what looked like determination and concentration — like he hadn't already made you squirt around his tongue. your brain practically freezes over when he adds two fingers into the mix and they just slide so easily into your pussy because of all the wetness there — but somehow you still feel that sweet stretch around his fingers and you both moan at that. "fuck, pussy's just fucking taking it. want you to squirt for me like that again, okay sweetheart?"

you should've known patrick would be a fiend for being squirted on — he's always been particular about bodily fluids and scents and licking and tasting and anything wet and warm. but somehow you're still creaming around his fingers just at the sheer realization of how excited he is, how proud that he's made you squirt like that with just his tongue, and that he wants more. if you were with your boyfriend...

"he doesn't eat it like this, does he?" he asks, half-muffled as he presses his lips back against your pussy in tandem with his fingers driving in and out of you, making obscene squelching noises as cream forms around his fingers.

you can barely even lift your head to shake it no, so out comes a little squeak instead.

"mhm," he hums, knowing that the vibration of his voice against your pussy sends electric shocks up your spine. "what i thought. now give me one more."

just a wee little drabble, more to come with this concept... i love #recoverybf!patrick ♡

#recoverybf!patrick #i'm giving him reps #i'm giving him my all #and dare i say he does the same thing when yall are fucking?#one more one more #patrick zweig smut #patrick zweig x black reader #recoverybf!patrick x black reader #challengers #challengers smut #challengers fic #patrick zweig x reader #x black reader #x reader #patrick zweig #patrick zweig imagine

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youronlylie · 1 year ago

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hello people in my phone

BOONE head cannon list, just a mix of stuff that'll probably change later ( THERE WILL BE MORE ) 1/?

• He undoubtedly was ripped/heavily worked out being in the ncr, after moving to novac and loosing his wife he undoubtedly lost a lot of muscle but...guys he still is literally like beefed.

• He cannot fucking cook for shit, he understands what shouldn't be put in your body but from there he has no clue.

• Going off of cooking, he has strict times where he eats, like routine from the ncr.

• For some reason he strikes me as a guy who really enjoys fruit whenever he can get his hands on it.

• Cannot tolerate any sort of spice.

• Smells very mettalic, sweaty, like man must.

• Has a soft spot for cats.

• 1000% is not bald, just shaves his head as he probably prefers the look.

• I feel like with a romantic partner, since he isn't one much for talking his love language would be physical touch or gift giving, I could imagine him seeing stuff he knows they'd like and saving it for later, excited to see how they'd react.

• He would definitely have a special place in his heart for fantasy movies, he doesn't seem to be able to express himself well and I feel like the creativity of something like lord of the rings would get him going.

• I seriously cannot pick so I'll include both, he is either an extreme cuddler with a romantic partner or on very rare occasions, he's just terrible at expressing emotion.

• If the courier and him are something like romantic partners he'd definitely never be able to sleep, often awake staring and listening for noises, waiting for the next cascade of legionares but it never happens and he eventually learns that.

• I don't think he'd ever get married again unless it'd be over 20 or so years in the future, it's a type of commitment that I don't think he could mentally handle whatsoever unless he is totally over Carla.

• I definitely do think boone could find love again in another person, he's scared and alone, fearful for any sort of attachment.

• 10000% has really really nice man hands, like large hands with nice fingers.

• Is definitely tall but not close to arcade tall, 6' ish at MOST, I just feel like looking at his build and concept art that he is definitely a tall man.

• Secretly really has a thing for drawing whenever he can, especially when he was nested at novac, sitting up top the dinosaur scribbling stuff on old receipts or whatever else it helps him get his emotions and thoughts out.

• irl he would be so patriotic it's not even funny, like he'd go all out for fourth of July but is the somber type so he'd cook hot dogs and whatever else then sit in the corner and watch everyone else.

• Has a thing for memorizing features, very very very intuitive and will remember almost anything you tell him.

• He is so the type of guy to enjoy snow, like yeah he'd probably be kinda pissy for a bit but if you pushed his buttons enough I feel like he'd mess around with the courier.

• He absolutely like no doubt has nightmares, like the ones where you erupt in cold sweat and your throat is sore.

• If he does sleep like ever, along with nightmares he grips the sheets, rolls around a whole lot, mumbles. In the ncr he was the total opposite, stone faced, layed straight and slept some what peacefully until later on in his ncr years.

• Yearns for someone, even platonic, to just sit beside him, no words and scratch his back and kinda just touch him lightly. I don't think he'd cry but it's something I could imagine would bring him close to tears.

• He absolutely probably finds almost everyone annoying, like, he just is done with everything and doesn't give two shits about what anyone has to say unless the courier puts some sense into him.

• Really disagrees with gambling, just doesn't like it.

• Wishes he had a nice farm house, out somewhere away from everything, where it has everything he needs and could be away from absolutely everyone. ( of course after extracting revenge on the legion )

• He wants to learn how to play guitar, either he has tried and is horrible or has just never gotten the chance, I have a feeling he'd really be into (irl) like classic rock or something smooth.

• Cannot look at people with features his wife had the same, down to personality or looks.

• Absolutely dreads deep down without realizing going back to novac when the courier disbands him.

• He would like having books read to him, he's a listener not a reader, likes hearing people's voices just not his own.

• At a point probably had a nickname for his rifle, something like Beth or something that was a joke between him and Manny.

• Manny 1000% at a point tried hinting to boone or even confessing his love for him, either the point never got across or they got over it together. ( somewhat ish at a point )

• In all reality I play him out to be a really sweet guy, which I can imagine and he can somewhat tend to be but he ultimately really doesn't care, he'll kill in order to get what he wants ( so be it revenge or whatever else ) even if he isn't necessarily fond of it.

• At a point, consumed by guilt he forgets what Carla looks like and that eats him up inside, like the teeth gritting soul crushing ache for revenge, and a year or two leads him to completely forget her complexion.

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luna-rainbow · 2 years ago

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CATWS and its building of stakes

Part of the reason why CATWS was so memorable in its appeal was the way it built the stakes throughout the story. Each of the major characters had something(s) at stake by the final act, and that was pivotal for the plot to sustain its tension and for the satisfaction in its final payoff.

The overarching conflict was the global, existential threat of Hydra getting their mass murder machine up in the air, and the ideological question of what the middle ground between freedom and security should be. But what made the final act so moving was the intimately personal stakes for many of our characters.

There was, obviously, the very personal stake Steve had to surmount in having to physically get through Bucky in order to protect the freedom he was advocating for. But apart from Steve, every other major character was challenged with a personal sacrifice in the final showdown. Nat was faced with having all her covers blown and her past - that she had tried so hard to hide - revealed to the world. Sam was confronted with going back into the field after losing his partner so traumatically that he changed careers. Fury was grappling with dismantling the organisation that he had devoted his life to build. And on the other side, Pierce and Rumlow had invested decades of their lives in an ideology which if successful would install them at the top of the food chain.

There was a great meta from years back talking about how well the movie established the competencies of the characters before introducing threats -- and how we were then able to quickly understand the threat because of how competent we have seen our protagonists be. Every action sequence served a purpose and built upon the previous one.

The Lumerian Star sequence was fantastic in how effectively it established the competence of not just Steve and Nat, but the entire Strike team. Rumlow and Rollins were good at their job; they're not super soldiers or super spies, sure, but they were skilled enough to keep pace with Steve and Nat.

This was an important foreword for the elevator fight, which itself was a pre-requisite for the Causeway fight. We have seen both Steve and the Strike team capable of taking down multiple pirates swiftly, so when the elevator fight started, there was a genuine sense of threat to Steve, even if he would make a quick job of disabling them. Then, after seeing Steve's skills against a very capable Strike team, it became all the more terrifying when the Winter Soldier almost nailed him to a van about 2 minutes into their fight.

On the other side, the Winter Soldier's introduction was an assemblage of horror story tropes -- of unexpected manifestations and impossible disappearances, and urban myths stretching back through half a century. The two characters used to introduce him were extremely competent from what we had seen of them. There's Fury, normally prescient and wily, scraping by a very determined assassination attempt, only to be stopped by the Winter Soldier materialising in the middle of the road...which he escaped, only to be later shot through the wall. There's Nat, normally cunning and cautious, telling Steve of how the Winter Soldier successfully ambushed her, of how his kills spanned 50 years, a logical improbability.

Not only was Steve about to meet the Winter Soldier with the weight of these legends behind him, from the vantage point of Hydra, they were sending out the Asset to meet Captain America with his historical legends behind him (oh look, another narrative parallel). All of this build-up culminated in the Causeway fight. The technical impressiveness of the stunts aside, part of why that fight worked so well was because we have had all these story beats that showed us how capable Steve and the Winter Soldier were, then we see them both genuinely struggle to overcome the other.

We can't talk about the final fight without talking about the emotional stakes, and we can't talk about the emotional stakes without discussing what Bucky means to Steve. We already had the "not without you" and the "I'm following the little guy from Brooklyn"; we've also had the "I don't want to kill anyone" turn into "I'm not going to stop until all of Hydra is dead" and the "I'm just a kid from Brooklyn" callback. This movie added the "even when I had nothing I had Bucky" and the "I knew him" and the "he will (know me)" and of course the "end of the line" exchanges.

But there were also more subtle cues -- that came from Steve's frequent rebuff of Nat's suggestions for companionship, the string of betrayals Steve had to grapple with, and Steve's lamentations of guilt and regret and uncertainty. Steve could not deny that he was lonely, but he had 101 excuses for why he could not make new connections. Steve did not know what he's looking for or why he's fighting or how long he wanted to continue, until he found out what was behind SHIELD and, specifically, what Hydra had done with Bucky.

Even removing the shipping angle, the final showdown between Steve and Bucky was unique in superhero movies, even for a friend-turned-enemy battle. It was not like the fight between Tony Stark and Obadiah Stane, or Peter Parker and Harry Osborne, or even Thor and Loki or Charles and Erik -- because there was no ideological divide between Steve and Bucky. Bucky did not and could not believe in the cause he's fighting for - he simply did not have that capacity for choice. The ideological battle was carried by the other characters - between Fury and Nat vs Pierce, between Sam vs Rumlow, and between the rest of SHIELD vs Hydra.

For Steve, his fight was much purer, dearer, and more heart-rending. The final battle held such emotional significance, not just because he's fighting his best friend, but also because his best friend was an unwilling participant in the circumstances. Bucky was Steve's physical equal, but he's also Steve's shared life experience, his tragically failed mission, his unfulfilled childhood promise, his betrayed faith in SHIELD, and the price that was paid for Hydra to grow under SHIELD's nose. This fight offered closure for all of these narrative and emotional threads.

He was also, once again, Hydra's asking price in exchange for the freedom Steve wanted for the world...and Steve so desperately wanted, this time, for that world to include Bucky.

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #stucky meta #catws meta #should i have a tag for good script writing?#this is an example of a script that worked #long post

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cheriewoo · 7 months ago

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I Love You 3000 | Choi Jongho ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

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☆ Day 08 : Jealousy/ Cheating Sex

↬ [ Synopsis ] : A lap dance can do a lot of things. It can bring Jongho running to your door, drenched in rain just for a taste of you.

Word Count : 3.06k Genre : Smut, Angst, 18+, Non-idol Au. Pairing : Lawyer! Jongho x Strip Club worker! F.Reader

WARNINGS : pure smut (18+), lap dance, Hard Dom Jongho, reader is a switch, mentions of drugs, alcohol, serving clients, strong language, dirty talk, pet names (baby, honey, pretty, sweet girl), angsty, fluff at the end, foreplay, reader calls jongho master.

Tag list OPEN! - let me know if you want to be tagged for this Kinktober list

☆☆☆ NOTE : Day 08 dropping a little late ma chéries. Its Jongho’s turn to have a taste of you. Hope you end this piece of mine as well. Day 09 and Day 10 fics on their way, dropping tomorrow.

Who knew this Historical day could become even more iconic and memorable with Jongho showering u with all his love.

Today marked the 3000th day since you ran away from the orphanage, the place your so-called 'amazing' faceless parents abandoned you to, a living hell in all aspects . A place that was supposed to be your home, but felt anything but that. It was the opposite of everything you craved: no warmth, no love, no freedom, only pure dictatorship.

Your 18th birthday marked the first night you tasted freedom, running away from that hellish place. A historical moment for you. Running away wasn’t just the best option, it was the ONLY option, to not only achieve freedom but A life of your own.

Inferno Nights became your second home. The club was infamous for its illegal activities but had never been raided, offering top-class services, premium liquor, exotic drugs, with an irritatingly attractive boss, Choi Lucas, sitting at the top of the food chain.

Was it really better than the orphanage? No.

But does it pay the bills and guarantee you the freedom to be whoever and however you want? Abso-fucking-lutely.

Being Lucas’s favorite fuck toy, oops “His main” like her liked to address you, allowed you to climb the ranks quickly. Not his girlfriend, just a companion. An overwhelmingly satisfying one at that. Trading your body for freedom seemed like the only way to survive in this cruel world. So be it.

Serving him came with lucrative pay, an apartment to call your own, access to the best booze and drugs, and a roster of elite clients to serve.

One of them was a guy who was a criminal attorney by day, but a total stoner, drunkard, and limitless black card swiper by night,Choi Jongho.

Lucas’s darling younger brother, but with double the stubbornness, double the brains, and double the handsomeness,double the money with a sprinkle of love.

A love not for the world, but reserved for a few special, lucky people. For them, he bent the rules and toyed with authority like a tiger playing with its prey.

—

The night of the 3000th day marked the beginning of a rollercoaster ride you never wanted to experience, not even in your wildest dreams. But one your soul desperately needed.

Another historical moment in your life’s calendar.

You always took this day off to indulge in drinking the night away, celebrating the first time your life became your own. Your living room table was set with snacks and whiskey, Netflix playing on the TV, and you all cozy and cuddled up on the couch, when your phone rang.

You scrunched your nose at the name on the screen. Demi. Ugh... you hated that bitch.

Lucas’s second favorite, one of the elite servers like you. She had an extremely pretty face but a completely opposite personality - entitled, bitchy, and annoying. She hated your guts more than you hated hers, and was the sole reason you ended up in trouble most of the time.

“What?” you say, picking up the call, annoyance dripping from your voice,deliberately.

“No hi, no hello, kitten? Is this how you talk to your seniors?” she mocks. You hated being called kitten. It made you feel homeless, helpless, and extra fucking lonely. Like a stray cat wandering the streets, with no place to call home.

“Cut the crap, Demi. Get to the point” you snap, not wanting to endure her voice a second longer.

“A client is asking for you” she says.

Not today. Today you and your precious time belonged to no one.

“Nope. Not coming.” You say dismissively, ready to hang up, but then she drops the name.

“It’s for Jongho. I mean Master Jongho. His friends booked a lap dance for him.And they want only you,” she pauses, her tone shifting instantly. Being Lucas’s brother, no one says no to Jongho.

“So be at the club in 10 minutes. You know what to wear. I don’t need to remind you, do I?” she says and hangs up before you can respond.

Would Lucas be angry with you serving his brother? Maybe.

But a client is a client, and it’s just a lap dance,nothing more.

“No intimate relationships with any of my clients. You three belong to me, so don’t even think about putting those mouths anywhere else” Lucas lectures, addressing you, Demi, and Anya, his three mains.

“That would be cheating in my book, and trust me, you don’t want to find out the consequences of treason.” he adds, a villainous smirk playing on his lips as he delivers the threat.

In 10 minutes, you arrived at Inferno Nights, dressed in the sexiest, tiniest gold shimmery dress, looking like a goddess. A choker around your neck added to the seductive charm, paired with chunky boots to heighten the tension. Light makeup and a bold red lip sealed the deal. Gold was definitely your color. In the dim lighting, it made you look like an angel, a euphoric dream, a salvation from all the stresses of your clients.

Demi greeted you with her usual annoying face, a vicious look in her eyes. Something about it felt off, but you dismissed it, assuming she was just jealous that Jongho had asked for you.

You entered the private room where Jongho and his friends were seated. You recognized every single one of them—Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, and Wooyoung. Not just because they were regulars at Inferno Nights, but also because each of them owned powerful businesses and had definite connections to the underworld, just like Jongho.

The air buzzed with tension as their gazes locked onto you, the dim light highlighting your shimmering gold dress.

"Look who decided to grace us. Jongho’s favorite." Hongjoong whispered to Seonghwa, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Hmm? Why am I his favorite? Does he even know I exist?

Jongho’s smile widened as you approached, his eyes dark and intense, drawing you in like a magnet.

“Ready for your dance, Master Jongho?” you teased, swaying your hips. It took everything in you to resist the temptation to pounce on him. The way he looked absolutely perfect in that blazer made you feel weak, like it was tailored just to intensify his sex appeal.

Why the fuck does he have to look so mouthwatering? And he's off-limits? I hate you, Lucas!

“Show me what you’ve got.” he replied, tilting his head slightly with a smirk, trying his hardest to maintain his smooth composure, though you could feel it slipping as you traced his broad shoulders.

You slid onto his lap, the heat between you undeniable as whispers echoed around the room.

“Damn, she’s stunning.” Yunho remarked, leaning closer to San.

“Hope he can handle her.” Mingi added, chuckling softly.

Handle me?! Man, I hope I make it out of here alive.

The world, the people, their whispers—everything faded into oblivion as you became his sole focus, and he became yours.

You straddled him, hips rolling to the sensual beat of the slow music, your body pressing lightly against his chest. His breath hitched as you leaned in, the scent of whiskey on his breath mingling with your perfume, intoxicating both of you.

“You seem a little tense, Master Jongho,” you whispered into his ear, your lips brushing his skin slightly. His jaw clenched, and you could feel his restraint slipping.

His hands hovered over your hips, wanting to touch but holding back. You could see the internal battle in his eyes: desire versus control.

The friction between your thighs and his lap sent jolts of heat through both of you. You could feel him tense beneath you, trying to maintain his composure, but his ragged breaths told you he was already losing that fight.

You leaned back slightly, grinding down harder, your lips parted as the intensity built between you.

“Touch me, Jongho.” you whispered, daring him. Your words caused him to snap. His hands finally gave in, gripping your waist with a roughness that made your breath catch, finally surrendering to the desires he had harbored since the first day he laid eyes on you.

Desire - 1, Control - 0.

Jongho’s craving for you went way back. The first time he saw you at Inferno Nights, you were just a new worker, but seeing you all lovey-dovey with Lucas made him step back, thinking you might like his brother. Only later did he realize that Lucas was a selfish asshole, keeping three girls all to himself. That only fueled Jongho’s desire for you, after all, forbidden things always taste sweeter.

For a moment, the world seemed to shrink down to just the two of you. Every grind, every movement sent electric shivers through your body, and you could feel his rock-hard response beneath you, your own arousal pooling in your core.

The music played on as you rolled your hips one last time. Jongho’s grip tightened, and his lips brushed against the skin of your neck. A low, hungry growl escaped him.

“God, you’re dangerous.Want you more.” he muttered, his voice thick with lust. His lips found the delicate spot behind your ear, kissing it before biting down hard, pulling a whimper out of you.

The teasing was over. Now, it was pure, raw intensity.

Suddenly, you jumped off him, gulping hard, breaths shallow as your cheeks flushed a deep red. Every pair of eyes in the room was on you, their gazes piercing right through your soul.

“Time’s up. I—I should go now. Thank you, Master Jo-Jongho, for calling on m-me.” you stammered,taking a deep breath, you swiftly walked out of the room.

As you hurried out, Demi caught you by the arm. “Done for the night, kitten?” she asked, a little too amused for someone who should’ve been jealous. But you couldn’t focus on her right now. Your mind was foggy, all you wanted was to go home, strip off the dress that smelled of him, and sleep.

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Why can’t you sleep? Why did he kiss you? No, bite... it was more of a bite. But why? And why did it feel so good, so heavenly?

Raindrops hit your windowsill as the storm outside raged. You stared at the ceiling, rolling from one side of the bed to the other for what felt like the hundredth time, trying desperately to sleep.

Will Lucas punish you for that? Why does Jongho have to be Lucas’s brother? Ugh… what a fucking mess.

A soft knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. You checked the time, it was 2 AM.

Who could it be? Is it Lucas? Did he find out already? Who told him? Demi for sure. Ugh… Demi, you bitch.

Slowly, you made your way to the door and opened it just enough to peek through. There stood Jongho, drenched from head to toe, a smirk playing on his lips. He looked irresistibly sexy in his wet state, which in turn made you wet down there as your arousal pooled at your core, reminising the moments you both shared a few hours ago. Three words: I. Want. You.

That was it. All your promises to Lucas and your sanity went down the drain as you dragged Jongho inside, latching onto his lips hungrily, which he returned with equal intensity and passion.

Pinning you against the door, his hand cupped your cheek, deepening the kiss as your hands fumbled with his blazer, desperate to free him from his wet clothes. As much as you loved him in that sexy black blazer, right now, all you wanted was him—deep inside you, fucking the living hell out of you.

Breaking the steamy kiss for just a second, you tugged off your tank top before your mouths collided again. His hands now cupped your hips, pulling you tighter against him. His hand signaled for you to jump, which you obeyed, your core aligning perfectly with his clothed, rock-hard dick, the bulge fighting hard to be freed.

His tongue explored the depths of your mouth, sucking, nibbling, biting, as your breathy moans filled the room, accompanied by the sound of the rain outside. His length rubbed against your clothed core, the friction sending waves of pleasure through you, making your toes curl in response to the overwhelming sensations.

“Jongho… ahh… I need you.” you cried out, desperate for him to fill you up.

“Where do you want me?” he teased, his lips trailing open-mouthed kisses along your neck, stopping just behind your ear. “Be clear and precise.” With that, he bit the sensitive skin behind your ear, making you gasp.

“Inside… I need you inside me. Fuck me, and fuck me hard, please.” you gasped, grinding harder against him, desperately trying to ease the ache.

“Good girl.” he murmured, carrying you to your room and gently laying you on the bed. His eyes trailed over your body as he removed your pants, landing on your wet core, dripping and aching, begging to be fucked. His thick fingers slid against your folds, sending waves of pleasure through you as your hands gripped the soft sheets.

Can someone’s touch really do this? You’d never felt like this with anyone else, not even with Lucas.

Collecting your slick on his fingers, he brought them to his mouth, savoring it with a satisfied “Mmm.”

“Turn around for me, pretty girl.” he commanded softly but firmly. You obeyed, lying on your belly, ass up, giving him a full view of your juicy cheeks. He smacked your ass, eliciting a sharp yelp from you, and his hands found yours. “Up.” he instructed.

Spreading your legs for him, your back pressed against his chest, your hands pinned behind you by his large ones as his hard length lined up perfectly against your wet core. He gave you a few teasing rubs before slowly sliding in, stretching you deliciously as you adjusted to his girthy length.

Your head rested back on his shoulder as his pace quickened, his lips latching onto your neck again, kissing and biting, leaving purple bruises wherever they made contact with your delicate skin.

The sensation of his hard length filling you over and over again sent waves of pleasure through your body. Each thrust brought you closer to that painful but sweet release, one that you both have been craving for a while as his groans mixed with your soft whimpers. His fingers found your clit, rubbing in perfect rhythm with his movements, pushing you further to the edge.

Your body trembled, dancing on the brink of euphoria. “Jongho… I’m so close.” you gasped, breathless, your body clenching around him.

“Fuck, baby.” he breathed out, his voice strained with pleasure.

But just as you were about to tumble over the edge, a sharp, familiar ringtone pierced the air, causing both of you to freeze.

Lucas.

His name flashed on the screen of your phone, lying near your feet. The blood drained from your face, terror flooding through you as the realization of what situation you are in dawned upon you. You were too scared to pick it up.

Jongho's chest rose and fell heavily against your back, his hand still on your clit, rubbing softly, teasingly.

"Pick it up, baby. What are you waiting for?" his voice taunted you, breath hot against your ear.He knew exactly what would happen if Lucas found out what the two of you were doing, it would mean death.

Trembling, you picked up the phone. "Hello, Lucas.” you answered, only to be pulled back into the delicious sensation as Jongho’s movements resumed, his dick working its magic as he continued thrusting into you, slow and torturous.

"Y/n! Where the hell are you?" Lucas barked from the other side. His tone was sharp and angry? But why? And how ?

Jongho’s pace quickened, matching the rhythm he had set earlier, each deep thrust making your toes curl, a moan dangerously close to slipping past your lips. "At home. Why? Where else would I be at this hour, Lucas?" You fought your hardest not to moan.

"Are you alone? Why do you sound so… awake?" Lucas questioned, suspicion lacing his words.

Jongho chose that very moment to thrust into you harder, making it almost impossible to keep your composure.

Because your brother is fucking the life out of me? So just hang the fuck up already.

"Because it's raining here." you managed to say. "There might be a storm. You know I’m afraid of lightning and thunder, so I couldn’t sleep." Almost on cue, thunder rumbled in the background, validating your excuse. Jongho’s deep thrust synced perfectly with the sound, sending shockwaves through your body.

"Oh yeah, I remember, sweetheart. What was Demi blabbering about—never mind. Sleep tight. I’ll see you when I’m back." And with that, he hung up.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Demi, you fucking bitch.

As soon as Lucas hung up, Jongho wasted no time. His thrusts resumed with intensity, each one driving you closer to the edge.

"Jongho... I can’t hold…am close, baby." you whimpered, your body trembling, aching for a release after that intesne call.

His deep voice urged you."Cum for me honey" as fingers find your clit again, rubbing in sync with his movements. “You’re soing soo good, sweet girl.”

Your body couldn't hold back any longer. A wave of euphoria crashed over you, and you cried out his name, clenching tightly around him. Jongho groaned, thrusting deeper as he chased his own high. His arms wrapped tightly around you, and with a final groan, he pulled out, spilling all over your back. Hot!

Why does he have to look so hot doing that?

The two of you collapsed together, breathless, as the rain poured outside.

Minutes passed as you both recovered. Pulling you closer, he cupped your cheeks, staring into your eyes as if he wanted to say something but was holding back. “I-I love—” he hesitated.

“I love you,” you smiled, finishing his sentence and stealing a small peck on his lips.

Why did you confess? Who confesses after one night together?

But somehow, it felt safe. He felt safe. His entire presence had that protective blanket you had craved for a while now.

Maybe he is the right one?

“I love you 3000,” he replied, smiling and blushing hard. Cringing at what he said, but you could feel the sincerity in his voice, his words somehow perfectly aligning with your 3000th day.

Another historical moment! also more freedom, maybe.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

DISCLAIMER: This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

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oldhalloweentape · 1 year ago

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🪨Venture (OW II) x (gn) reader ⛏️

(Love Language Pt. I Edition!)

(Not my picture!)

(I just keep having ideas, and the insatiable urge to write them down so, enjoy :))

Their love language: Physical Touch, Quality Time, Gift Giving, and Words of Affirmation (Pt. II!)

Physical Touch

- As I mentioned in the previous post (here), they love physical touch, especially with you, it’s just so natural to them.

- While on the job at Overwatch, the PDA is at a low, for obvious reasons.

- Though the second the mission is over, they almost immediately have to urge to wrap their arms around you and give you a big squeeze.

- Loves hand holding, rubs their thumb over the front of your hand and knuckles as they give you the details of the last expedition they did.

- Also likes putting their head on your shoulder, especially on the days you both are in bed and don’t have to do anything.

- Kisses with them are a must of course, with their kisses usually being quick yet affectionate but can be long and soft if the situation requires it.

- Their all-time favorite spots to kiss you in on the forehead, cheek, and lips. But they’d kiss you anywhere if you ask.

- They just love to pepper kisses all your face after an especially long day, their favorite activity actually.

- If they’re feeling a bit sillier than usual or you need some cheering up, they make loud smooching noises when they’re kissing you, usually doing it during cheek kisses.

- In general, Venture is a love bug and just can’t help spreading their affection, can’t get enough of you lol.

Quality Time

- This and physical touch go in tandem with one another, when they can’t touch you, it’s ok!

- They can always settle for being in your presence, being with you is always a positive in their eyes, and you just make things all the better.

- Wants to do so much and experience so much with you, meaning dates consist of mostly outdoor activities.

- Think like camping, hiking, running, and exploring in general, even if you just want to walk around a nearby park they’re all for it!

- They just love nature and they love you, so, the best of both worlds. Also, it’s a way for them to use up all that energy they just naturally exude besides their line of work.

- The camping dates are the nicest, just you, them, nature, and the bear you guys chose over a man.

- Jokes aside, the many moments between the two of you they cherish with all of their heart, remembering the littlest of details.

- You guys could be folding laundry together on a lazy Sunday only for them to break the silence of the room, “Hey, you remember that one time we went camping and you got some melted chocolate and marshmallows stuck in your hair cause you accidentally slept while you were eating?” Queue the slow head turn and side eye they get from you that just sends them into a giggling fit.

- They try their best to capture and memorize every minute, having photos of you and your guy’s escapades framed for everyone to see, or in various handmade scrapbooks filled with stickers of geodes, crystals, etc on every page.

- The little things in life, alongside someone they love as much as they love you is something they revel in, I can’t express enough how they are extremely happy to be with you.

(Will try to get Pt. 2 for Beginning relationship and Love Language out as soon as I can!!)

#venture overwatch #venture x reader #venture ow2 #overwatch x reader #overwatch 2

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storkmuffin · 1 month ago

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First Ateez Concert (Post performance write up) part 1/2

- That was so much fun! The general impression I have is one of CUTENESS, which surprised me. They’re all so endearing. I feel like I’m watching my friends put on a show. Everything moved with clockwork precision, where everyone (well except Mingi) had a firm handle on exactly what they were supposed to do, and could do it in their sleep. It felt very well-oiled, like a broadway show that's been on forever.

- A young African American woman was my seatmate to my left, and a young Korean woman was my seatmate to my right. As soon as my left side friend (I think she said her name was Danielle) took out her Lightiny I said, OH YOU HAVE ONE! I TOTALLY FAILED TO GET ONE TODAY! and we got to talking. Her bias is Yunho. She likes him for the reasons I like him - which is the naughty Catholic shit. LOL. We talked a bit about how I got into the group, and how thrilled I was to be here, and how we both hoped that they would do all the things (specifically, Seonghwa's finger suckage situation) to happen on this stage.

Danielle came with a friend who got better seats than us, on the 2nd floor. The friend did the membership thing on time, and then went to a PC Bang with the superfast gamer pcs and web connections, and fought for those tickets. Danielle came all the way to Seoul from Daegu! My dad's home town! When she said Daegu another foreign Atiny seated directly in front of me turned around and said, Oh I have to go back to Daegu too! And then tapped her friend who was seated in front of HER, "Hey, I found another person who has to go back to Daegu!" and they all confirmed when their train was. I wish I had had time to ask why all these diverse English speaking foreigners are all doing in Daegu, but there wasn't time.

The K-atiny was startled when I turned to her and asked her a question because she thought I was foreign. Her bias is San. She RENTED her lightiny, she said, and her binoculars (she had, like, military grade binoculars, which made my very good opera glasses look extremely fussy and twee). I kept trying to draw her into conversation but she was so scared of my speaking English and being a stranger who wanted to talk that she mostly heartily agreed with everything I said about San.

- The concert began by playing music videos, Bouncy, Work , and Ice on my Teeth, and there was synchronized-seeming screaming during key parts. Whatever you think a key part might be, yes, that was a key part. I put in my rock-concert ear-protection plugs with the 'maximum' protection and I was so glad I had this protection. That shit was LOUD and it only got louder throughout the evening.

- My way of watching the concert was not to try to record or memorize it but watch what moved me, and to try to watch the actual unit of people moving onstage (who were very far away) using my opera glasses as much as possible.

And now, just a jumble:

- San is a really special presence. Just, the most beautiful looking man, ever. Every time he got a solo close up the entire stadium of 15,000 exploded with screams. Lovely performer, great at camera awareness, gives it all during the dancing, sings well. Just, wonderful. And he was "on" so there wasn't any of that, Talk In Pout, Blink in Innocent Confusion stuff from his Lives happening, nor was there any shipping interaction with others. Just an ultra smooth performance, where even his eyebrows had perfectly executed choreography.

- Hongjoong was very lovable. He's so 착해 and ultra 오빠미 for his role as unofficial MC for the whole show. He said, 코아첼라에서 여까지 왔다~잉? which is the sort of chuncheon dialect he sometimes reverts to, which I would translate as "Girls, we got all the way here (to the KPSO Dome) via Coachella!" which was very sweet.

- I think they were trying to get the in-Korea audience (with many many new Korean Atiny specificially) to behave like the more expressive audiences abroad, but some of what they asked for was clearly confusing for the national audience. Mingi insisted that people had to stand up for certain songs, which we duly did, but then we all didn't know whether or when to sit down or if we could keep standing or what, and each time HongJoong came in with ''It''s time to sit now. Yes, you can rest." At one point he said, "Atiny are so well behaved. When we ask them to stand, they timidly ask each other, "Oh do we have to?" and then when it's over they wait for permission to sit again."

- Yunho is marvelous as a dancer and stage presence. Part of it is that he's tall and very long limbed, but he also looked the happiest to be there, on stage, performing. The most free and least worried. Oh, so basically being Yunho, the everyone's beloved, the everyone's boyfriend. OHhhhh. I see what you did there, Yunho. Aha. He also projected a lot of physical power, which is different from San who compared in person to Yunho actually looks quite delicate but is giving it his all. Yunho does a lot of very fast footwork that just isn't captured on camera. So much precision and details and placement. LOVED Yunho. His being 'chased by terrifying invisible forces and running away' bit was done with a lot of conviction too.

- There's an all seeing eyeball that's like, the surveillance state or something that's atop the radio tower in center stage, but the KQ people made it extra gross by having the eye make horrible squelching noises as it rolled around 'looking'' at the audience.

-Yeosang is unreal. He looks a bit surreal, like Oh wow is that a real person?? kind of surreal. He apparently lost use of the in-ear guidance device during the unit song with San and Wooyoung, but I didn't notice anything.

- SEONGHWA DID THE THING WITH THE FINGERS. Very pleased. He also looked like he is starving. Like, his eyes are starting to sink into his head, sort of a deal. Is that how he normally looks or did he get even thinner for the recent fashion week things? THE ANGEL WING RIPPAGE was everything I wanted. But then a big feathee kind of got stuck in a very awkward way in his hair and WOULD not dislodge so he had to remove it himself, and then he saved it by releasing it dramatically at the end. He really 'own's that whole sequence. When he made a transition comment, about how they were about to wrap up, and how this was the final concert, and the whole audience made a sad noise of disappointment, he said, Well, we might do more songs. It depends on how you behave. 어떻게 하는지 봐서 in his actual deep voice and ... he really is a dom. There was no reason for that little comment to be so scary but everyone was scared, in a heart-eyes way. The sword swinging to end Wonderland was also so thrilling and fun. It’s interesting how all his highlight moments involved doing these silent theatrical actions.

- Mingi. Ok, so Mingi has very dramatic coloring that I've not seen on many Korean people. Extremely pale skin, with blue undertones. Yunho is also extremely pale, but has pink-warm tones. Mingi looks like he'd be cold to the touch. So, this blue-white icy skin and then huge red lips, jet black eyebrows, eyes like a vampire. He makes TERRIFYING faces as he hollers loud enough to puncture eardrums. He also looked like he was having a good time, sort of like Yunho. But different because he seemed actually spontaneous and brought an atmosphere of actual unpredictability, of real risk taking, which this show otherwise entirely lacked.

Near the end of his duet with Yunho, Mingi pressed his forehead into Yunho's and then made an odd motion like he was trying to decide between kneeling and lunging at Yunho, which Yunho short circuited by doing the headspin, by himself, to break contact. Then Mingi warbled someting about... something (Mingi is so hard to understand) to which Yunho again cut short by saying, Just hurry up and tell them you love them (빨리 쓰랑해나 해 - with the word 사랑해 intentionally mispronounced). Then he hauled Mingi off as the lights went off, and we heard Yunho say 아 진짜! which is, For God's sake! befoe both their mikes cut off.

Later, because it was clearly confusing for everyone, HongJoong asked Yungi what happened at the end of Youth. Yunho said that Mingi insisted that he they do a 2행시 using the syllables for 유스 and then stumbled, so Yunho had to cut it short.

When it was time to pick the '"Boss" for Seoul, when HongJoong asked, who should I pick? as a rhetorical question, Mingi answered with, "Pick the hottest girl" to which everyone yelled at him, with one (whether it was San or Yunho I don't know) adding, 정신 나갔어? (have you lost your mind?).

During the moment when the members pick up the most interesting handmade signs from the floor-level attendees, Wooyoung found one that had 쓰러다 해메져 which is the famous Mingi line flub from some other concert. Mingi was like WHO WAS IT, I JUST WANNA SEE THEIR FACE and San bodily blocked him, saying, Don't be scary! That sign turned out to have multiple elements - like a request for Woo and HJ to press their faces together, which they did, and a special birthday well wishes message for Yunho, which were all nicer. Then HongJoong tasked Mingi with returning that sign back to the Atiny who brought it, Mingi said to her, smiling, "Oh you're dressed so pretty today. I'M GOING TO REMEMBER YOUR FACE" in a way that walked the line between being very funny (which it was) and feeling a little bit actually scary (which it also was).

Mingi got a LOT of screams. He also took his clothes off the most (which was not a lot, but more than any of the others but for Seonghwa and Yeosang with their already ripped-and-showing-skin type costumes.

- Jongho ripped his lip (??) singing the first two songs which he mentioned during the intro greeting. His solo was a really welcome moment of singing and sentiment in a very loud show. He tried for but couldn't reach the highest note in that song, but covered it so well and it was a lovely experience. He felt bad about this, and was very apologetic about this in his closing comment. Jongho was a surprise in being both funny and warm as a presence. He always seemed kind of defensive and stiff to me, very guarded in their reality content and the least paitent with the silly set ups. But I found myself thinking that if he gave a solo concert I would totally go listen to him sing for a couple hours.

#I have more to say but I am too tired #kpop #ateez #ateez meta #kpop meta #ateez concert #seoul concert 2025

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