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prettynxsty · 3 years

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Just a Pinch

Sub!Jungkook x Domme!Reader

Warnings: Sweat, nipple clamps, gratuitous nipple play, jungkook has a pussy, biting, sweat, small top/big bottom, futa/girlcock, sadists will get a good kick out of this, squirting, crying from pleasure

Summary: Instead of the overplayed “sub wears vibrator out in public”, it’s the sub wears nipple clamps while working out.

AN: This is a nasty one as usual my friends, enjoy. It’s damn near pwp, honestly.

Your teeth ground into your bottom lip, flicking your thumb back and forth as quickly as possible even though your knuckle was beginning to cramp. You take in a deep breath and your chest puffs up before slowly deflating with a sharp sigh.

“Fuck, yes.” You growled slamming your fist against the bed at your side.

Jungkook’s eyes rolled back with a groan from deep in his gut. “Oh my god, please.”

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuckmefuckmefuckme!” His voice rose into a squeal as his head dips forward.

A deeper growl rumbles in your chest before cutting short with a whoop of excitement. You threw the controller down beside where you were sitting, jumping off of the bed and onto your feet. “Yes! Now you need to make good on your end of the bargain baby!”

He covers his face with his hands, sighing before falling into a small fit of nervous giggled. “You can’t be serious babe.”

“Of course I am, it won’t be for that long anyway, you’ll be okay.” You tittered lightly, practically skipping toward your closet. “Go ahead and get ready, the faster you do it, the faster it’ll be over.

”He scratches the back of his neck, planting his feet on the floor and slinking toward the dresser across the room.

He peels his shirt up and over his head before balling it up and tossing it toward the hamper in the corner. He glances at his reflection in the mirror, running a hand over his pecs and down the planes of his rippling stomach. His fingers slip over his adonis belt, wiggling just slightly under the waistband of his black sweatpants.

He takes in a quick sigh, clenching around nothing. A spike of heat bursts and spreads in his stomach, he wondered if he should have been turned on before anything happened. He steps back from the dresser, hooking his fingers under the garment and works it down the swell of his thighs until it falls and piles up around his ankles.

He wiggles a socked foot out of the first leg hole and steps on it to free the other. This too sails through the air and lands in the hamper with a soft thump. He takes another glance at himself in the mirror.

He was a lovely shade of coffee with a few splashes of milk. He kissed his tan lines goodbye since your regularly scheduled maintenance days with him. In your days of boredom, you took it upon yourself to buy a nice waxing pot and clean his cunt of hair in places he had to (literally) bend over backwards to reach.

He thought you were going to do it somewhere like the bedroom or bathroom, but you figured that you may as well get good use of the rooftop. His pussy is easily nestled in between his tanned thighs, brown outer lips just barely hiding his sweet inner pink.

He hated that you refused to touch him until the next day, he could feel everything when you were done. Now that same time of the month was his favorite time for grooming.

Jungkook blinks, shaking himself from the vivid thought and pulls open the drawer. His underwear was neatly rolled up beside yours. He decides on a simple gray high cut thong, stretching it, stepping into it and slipping it up to his hips.

Normally he preferred to wear nothing, but he needed an extra barrier of protection for today. He pushes the drawer closed and pulls open the ones on the right and left of it. Simply, he grabs a sleeveless tee and pair of shorts. He dresses himself quickly and parks himself on the edge of the bed.

You return from the closet with a giddy smile, swinging something shiny around your fingers. Nipple clamps.

“Don’t look so happy to torture me,” he pouts.

“That’s your favorite part of it though, Junggoo~.” You made your way around the end of the bed and sat on his knees.

You reach up and cradle his cheeks, kissing him. The tension melts from his shoulders with the first and hang comfortably over his frame with the second.

“Now let’s see what’s under the hood,” your joke sails straight over his head and out of the window. He shakes his head, placing his hands on your thighs. You lift the bottom of his shirt and twist it under the collar, placing your hands over his chest.

Your fingertips trace over the swell of his taut mounds, goosebumps raise over his skin as you near his nipples. You hovered the tips of your thumbs over his nipples, admiring the rich rosy brown of his little areolas.

A moan rises in his throat, swallowed away noisily. Heat rises and exchanges between your bodies, you shift in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure on your dick. His fingers curl around your thighs pulling you even closer to him. Your dick fit snugly against his lower belly and it was starting to drive you crazy.

He leans forward, slipping his head over the juncture of your shoulder and neck. His slow breaths crawl up your skin in a way that tempts you to shiver. Jungkook was familiar with the shadow inside of you, he knew how to make it burn. His lips press over the swell of your shoulder, sending shocks zipping through your body. You should’ve known better than to wear that tank top today.

You graze your thumbs over the hardened tips of his nipples. He moans against your skin, you played with them so much that he felt like he could feel each ridge in your prints. He seals his lips around the base of your neck, gently suckling and grinding his tongue against your skin. You pinch his nipples in between the length of your index fingers and thumbs harshly, tugging.

He jerks slightly, his teeth sinking into your flesh. You hiss, arching your back before releasing his nipples and pushing against his chest. Jungkook pulls back with a whine, eyes wide.

“What’s wrong?”

You could hardly hide the fact that you were already breathless. “No, you aren’t going to weasel your way out of this one baby boy.”

The darker side of your mind was pleading for you to give in and make a mess of the bed sheets. But you knew that it’d make things filthier if you put him up to this.

You press a kiss to his pouting mouth, pulling back before he could deepen it. His brow knits together, he was already horny. He may as well make sure he didn’t get too far ahead of himself, it’d be harder to work out if he got wetter than he was now.

You slip the short chain from your knuckles, pinching open the first clamp. He seemed to be holding his breath as you pressed the chilly metal to his flesh before slowly releasing it. Jungkook throws his head back, gasping and biting down on his bottom lip. It was like a thick cloud rose and surrounded his brain, it was getting harder and harder to figure out what he was thinking.

You drag your tongue over your bottom lip with a dry swallow, you could already imagine the feeling of his pussy flexing around you. You lift the other end, the fire in your belly consumes you further when he twitches at the slightest shift of the first clip. You gently pinch the other clamp open and close it around his other nipple. He responds immediately with a drawn out breathy moan that makes your head spin.

You reach up slowly, unravelling his shirt from his collar and allow it to fall over his midsection. He looks down at you with these dark, cloudy eyes. “Can’t.. Can’t we..” He babbles as if the wind was knocked out of him.

“Come on, I’ll- I’ll go fill up your water bottle.” You tried to shake the slurring from your voice, planting your hand on the mattress and wiggling out of his grip.

The cold air of the hallway hits you like a freight train, bringing more cognizance to your mind. The heaviness between your legs was making you crazy, you hadn’t a clue how either of you would workout in this state.

You cross the way into your kitchen, it looked like the floor was blending into the walls. Grabbing your water bottles off of the drying rack, you fill them to the brim with ice and water.

Eventually Jungkook shuffles out of your bedroom with a dizzy, distant air in his eyes. He was red from his cheeks to his ears, and the sides of his neck. It was like he was wasted already, he seemed to be moving slowly to reduce the friction of the shirt over his nipples. The chain sat just right, as it didn’t really jingle as he walked.

He must’ve struggled to slip on the backpack, stopping beside you. You’d make it a little easier on him, choosing to carry your drinks instead of adding more weight to the bag on his back.

“Let’s go, we’ll be home the faster we go.”

He nods slowly, heading toward the door.

During your short walk around the corner to the gym, he spoke up suddenly. “I won’t have to do everything, will I?”

“Everything but squats, the bench, and deadlifts, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

He huffs, looking down at you like a kicked puppy. You didn’t miss how his eyes gained a glassy tinge.

“I’ll do everything you want me to when we get home, my pretty boy.” You muttered low enough for him to hear, pushing open the door with your shoulder.

“How are you doing, baby?” You coo into his ear, wrapping your arms around his waist. Not a soul wandered the locker room aside the dust and water droplets where they weren’t supposed to be.

“I’ll give you a treat,” you whispered. Your work your hand under his shorts, pushing your fingers past his thong easily. He makes a soft, pretty noise when you cup his pussy.

He leans his weight back against you, jerking with a grunt when your thumb grazes over the sticky hood of his clit and passes over his blood swollen love button.

“Just want you to fuck me,” he whines, trying to squirm away from your rough thumb. It was too much for him, he could cum right now.

“Too much?” You ask gently, receiving a nod in response. You knew better than to let up now, pinching his hood and jerking the little pink sleeve. He made a noise like he was punched in the gut, hands clutching your forearms. His hands were shaking, but he was too desperate to push them away.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cu- unh!” He pants, thrashing his head against your shoulder as you pinch it. You take a deep breath in, retracting your hand and licking your fingertips.

He slumps back against you with a disappointed groan, struggling to catch his breath.

“Let’s go, I need to reward you.” Your voice was dark, moving to take the backpack out of the locker. You helped him ease it onto his shoulders and dragged him out of the locker room. You were given a few funny looks, but you hardly noticed them through the haze settling around your mind.

He all but wobbled his way to the bedroom by himself, leaving a trail of things behind him. Jungkook absolutely needed out of everything on his body at that moment. You followed him into the bedroom, watching from the doorway as he clumsily peeled off his sopping wet panties and nearly fell during the process.

“Take them off,” his voice breaks with a shiver crawling up his waist and shaking his shoulders. He makes a pitiful noise, squeezing his thighs together as he clumsily sits on the end of the bed. The thin chain lightly sways with the motion of his poor attempts to control his breath.

You wondered if you should try this more often, he never broke this quickly. You move across the room to sit on his knees as you had before. It felt like Jungkook’s skin was on fire, the slightest sensation made his hair stand up even straighter. His nails clumsily scratch at your skin, shoving his hands over the waistband of your shorts.

He couldn’t be bothered to fumble with anything, whining with a sob as the mesh of your clothing brushes over his thighs. “Off, off please!” He fusses in a strained voice.

You rose as quickly as you began to lower yourself, he was enveloping you in the same haze as before. Your lower belly spasms with a particularly aggressive twitch of your cock.

”Shit,” you growl under your breath. You yank away your shorts and nearly deflate with relief when your dick springs to full attention. Your sanity dissolved into ash bit by bit from feeling your glans scrubbing against the waistband when you moved around.

Jungkook clutches handfuls of the sheets under him, he couldn’t touch himself if he wanted. He’d scream because it was too much. His bottom lip trembled. It looked like he was practically flushed from head to toe, a heavy tear escaping the barrier of his thick lower lashes. It splatters over his collarbone, it’d evaporate if his body was any warmer.

You yank your shirt over your head and kick it aside with your other clothes, rushing toward him. You began to lower yourself to your knees, stabilizing yourself with hands on his trembling thighs.

He made another high pitched noise to fuss at you, he was so far gone that he just couldn’t control himself. Jungkook leans forward, wrapping his hands around your hips before lifting you onto his lap. You make a noise of exclamation, placing your hands on his shoulders in a weak attempt to register what just happened.

He pushes his chest toward you, sniffling. Another tear slips from the corner of his eye, dancing over his cheekbone before slipping under his jaw.

“Baby,” you croon and stroke his hair. You gently curl a fingertip under the chain, lifting it slowly. This squeezes a few squeaks out of him, swelling into a squeal when you tug slightly.

You gently place your fingertips on the first clamp, squeezing it open and pulling it away from his stress. Jungkook’s forehead drops against your shoulder in relief, pressing weak kisses of gratitude over your breasts.

He grips your cock with both hands, slowly jerking your flesh up and down. You groan, resting one of your hands in the center of his pecs as you blindly feel around for the second clamp. Your fingertips cascade over his flushed bud, causing him to seize up. His grip tightens in a way that raises the gentle drip of your precum into a syrupy faucet.

You were likely already starting to drip over his fingers. His grip slowly relaxes, regaining his steady pattern. You press the tip of your thumb and index finger over the ends of the clamp, pinching it open and allowing the chain to drop between you.

You stroke your fingers over the back of his neck. “Let me see them,” you whisper with warmth and conviction. That tone of voice always sends his head into a spiral, he seemed to struggle to lift his head.

He shakily circles his thumb around your tip, spreading your precum all over his finger. You seize up, growling through clenched teeth. Jungkook quickly returns to stroking you firmly, he couldn’t stand the thought of you being unable to touch him.

You lean forward gingerly, dragging the tip of your nose through the cleft of his pecs. You tongue lolls out of your mouth, carefully resting on the edge of his areola before flicking upward.

He almost jerks away, sighing sharply. It was like you held the metal of a used lighter to his skin. It was enough to wipe what little thought remained in his head in a flash.

You tilt your head toward the other, slowly swirling the tip of your tongue toward the center of his nipple. He trembles below you, utilizing what strength remained to stay still.

“Want you to fuck me,” he croaks.

You glance up at him with a smile, nodding to oblige.

You plant a hand, carefully shifting yourself off of him and further onto the mattress. “Get on the middle of the bed, knees.

”He took his time to move, slowly twisting and crawling on. You reach to the left, yanking open the nightstand drawer with a flick of your wrist. You rip open the tube of lube, nearly breaking the loose plastic hinge of the cap. You squeeze a fat globule at the base of your cock, smearing the excess over the side of your lower belly before snapping it shut and shoving it back away.

You nearly forget to shut the drawer, pushing it closed with your ankle before crawling toward him. “Turn around.”

He plants his hands and crawls until he’s facing away from you, leaning back on his haunches.

Your dick prods the cleft of his ass as you seat yourself behind him, swiping your fingers through the thick, clear jelly. You do a messy job of lathering yourself up, leaning forward and slipping your dick under him.

You spread your index and middle fingers, smearing some of the lube over his pussy lips. He opened up like a pretty little flower, his cunt was already lush and puffy.

You drag the crook of your finger over his clit hood, coaxing a soft keen out of him. You press your fingers together, slipping them over his inner pink and press them into his hole. This time it was your turn to moan, his pussy swallowed your fingertips with ease.

He arches his back, molding against you with a whine. God, it felt so good but he wanted more. More than that. His inner velvet flutters around your fingers in a way that makes your toes curl already.

You work them in and out for a few strokes before you couldn’t stand it any longer. You wrap your hand around your cock, momentarily lowering yourself to press against his pussy. He slumps heavily against you with a coo when your cock begins to spread him open.

“Ooh,” you hiss, steadying yourself by moving your other hand to his stomach. Reaching the hilt, you shift your grip to clasp both of his forearms as leverage. The first thrust makes a filthy noise, excess lube squishing around your length.

To this, you lose yourself in him. You piston your hips forward, using him like the warm, wet hole he is. You fuck into him with reckless abandon. His voice is high, shaking with breathy and noisy squeals.

He does his best to refrain from squirming in your hold, thighs twitching with the urge to close. The room before him was a blur of shapeless splashes of color, it amazed him how you could get even deeper when he was on his back. Jungkook felt ridiculously full, his head dropping forward, babbling slurred expletives.

Your thighs burn, you knew he came by the way he started to flutter and squeeze around you. You could feel it barreling toward you, wrapping one of your arms over his hips to keep him steady.

You shift a hand, flicking your finger over his swollen nipple. His voice reaches a new pitch, thrashing his head around in a futile attempt to remain on this plane of existence.

“No! Gonna-” he tried to squeal, digging deep half moons into his thighs. You set your teeth tightly, your balls slap against his skin as you ground deeper. It felt like he was going to wring you dry.

You lean back for him to slump his weight against you fully and attack his other nipple with a harsh pinch. His shout catches in his throat, his head thumping against the thick of your shoulder.

Your control is carried away by the wind, the noise you make is ungodly when you cum. You couldn’t lose steam, his cum cakes up with yours as you plunge in. It felt like your sanity was melting out of your ears.

You roll the tips between your fingers, scrubbing them back and forth with your middle fingers. Something inside him broke, his jaw snapping shut as he began to shake uncontrollably.“Gnh, ah!” He grits out, his squirt splashing around your cock and splattering over the sheets.

Oh. Oh. You slow your thrusts with a breathless chuckle before allowing your softening cock to slip out of him with a wet plop. You’re met with a noisy sniffling, stroking your hands over his trembling stomach.

You shift your weight onto one knee and lay down behind him. “Shhh, shhh..” You continue to stroke your hand over his belly as the shocks become weaker and weaker.

The tension in his body takes a few minutes to melt away before he can fully sink into the mattress, timidly scooting back for you to fully spoon him.

“You okay?”

“Mhm.”

You hadn’t made a mess like that in a while, but you supposed he might have needed it as much as you. You’d soak in the bath later with him.

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hollywoodhangar · 4 years

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5 things!

Tagged by: @silvcrreaper! thank you, dear! :’D this is a really cute meme! I’ll probably use it again in the future bc of that tbh. I’d like to do a lotta characters. Tagging: @mettatoniic / @corviudex, @wcrldlyadventures, @tcthinecwnself, @scwewywcbbit, @wabbitseezun, @couragelinked, @contractualsarcasm, @heedingcalls, @bloominghands, @fairestfall, @blackstardiopside / @hellhogged, & you!

doing this for red’s hardcore over-a-year fixation seriously this woman owns my ass at this point hhggh this thing got way too long!!

CLAUDIA P.

5 THINGS YOU’LL FIND ON HER PERSON.

Her mother's broken pearl necklace. It's very near and dear to her, she's held onto it like a security blanket as well as a trinket for luck & protection ever since Lord Phantomhive whisked her away to the estate. She keeps them safely tucked away in one of her hidden skirt pockets! Those of supernatural origin that are able to detect magical objects can sense there is a Divine blessing on it; it’ll never be lost to Claudia, and those who mean her ill-intent will have their hands burn when they grab at it - almost like they stuck their hand in flames. It’s a precious thing that Máire [ her mother ] has long since used in her prayers specifically to Brigid ever since she was twelve, so it’s instilled with her blessing!

Her axe. Even when she’s retired, the Countess keeps her silver axe on her person just the same; tucked away in its renewed sheathe that’s hidden under a flap on the back of her dress [ fun headcanon: while undertaker takes his sotoba up from the top of his collar, she pulls her axe down from below ]. Divine magic also touches this weapon; a blessing from the Morrígan in which the blade is kept heinously sharp so long as she gets some sip her blood tribute, absorbing the splatter and gore through the axe’s silver surface and leaving it pristine. Should too long go by without it having a taste of blood it will begin to dull rapidly for the amount of years its gone untouched, but fortunately the Phantomhives never seem to run short of assassins, hitmen and abductors. Her Divine continues to be pleased.

An emerald poison ring. Silver, classy and adorned with the head of a wolf opening its maw to hold a shiny emerald. No one'd expect such a beautiful big gem hides such a heinous poison beneath! It looks pretty neat when she pops it open and the poison pours out of the wolf’s mouth.

[ Enchanted ] Skeleton key. A simple-looking golden key with hidden runes that activate when inserted into magical locks its made for, but it functions like a normal key as well. This key will open absolutely any door in the Phantomhive manor [ unless Sebastian’s room has the same thing going on! ] as well as the invisible locks she has guarding her forest altar. This is also the only thing that will open all doors leading into her bedroom [ the hallway and the balcony ] as those locks are spellbound to react to only the key itself. Vincent’s always tried to pick his way in but could never quite achieve it! I like to think he inherited his mother’s mischievously nosy curiosity.

Her black choker with a deep green brooch embedded in its middle. It hides the scar paved along her throat from the attempted assassination. Don’t want anyone seeing that, especially not family. v_v

5 THINGS YOU’LL FIND IN HER ROOM.

Her bed, of course! Mahogany framed. It’s enormous, as to be expected for a Countess. It’s extremely soft, easy to sink into and piled with many lace-ended pillows. Heavy, wool-knitted beige blankets lay over the very top, plush to the touch and covering the white and green sheets beneath it. Deep green curtains with leaf embroidery are tied to the bed posts with dark brown rope, and close all around the bed when Claudia turns in for the night -- except for the curtains at the foot. Those stay partially open to absorb the heat from the fireplace. As for the back of the bed, she built it herself! It has an enormous, full-length mirror installed into its wooden frame and a long, smooth surface below for convenience. It has two lamps at both ends that are within reach.

Lovely mannequins. Rested next to the balcony are two simple manniquens. One is the bearer of her Brigid cloak, the hood pulled up and draped over to obsfuscate the face. Its arms are stretched forwards, hands splayed up with the ceremonial cloth and ropes used for Claudia’s handfasting ceremony; the pearls that were wrapped around all that hanging from its neck. Opposite of that is the other manniquen. Covered with a deep, dark duster, a peasant blouse, tight black pants and thigh-high boots give off a familiar visage of the Countess during her Watchdog days. Around its waist hangs a very intricate rich brown leather belt with lots of slots in it, weaponized chatelaines and satchels with golden clasps - and a golden wolf head as the buckle in front center.

Secret compartments. Many secret locked compartments in the walls she installed herself [ ^ that can only be opened by aforementioned skeleton key, or a very determined and powerful supernatural force ], hidden behind landscape portraits and animal print wall tapestries. She keeps various things in them: Tonics & Poisons. These are very rare breeds of both, being highly efficient in what they’re made for specifically. There’s vials of strange-looking gnarled roots and various colored liquids stored in here as well, along with herbs (??) hanging from the top. Inheritance. The late Lord Phantomhive left Claudia a fortune, most of which she sent to charity, but kept her own sum for emergencies sake. But that is not all he left her; there’s a small pile of letters, some opened, some remaining closed with different seals. There’s also an envelope in here for Claudia specifically, opened and re-sealed. What’s inside is information concerning safe passage to a number of locations and a list of names. Near the very end, the Lord gave Claudia a way out if she ever felt the need to flee from the Phantomhive title; she’s the only blood left. He would not hold it against her to forfeit the Watchdog title, he’d be dead - he has no reason to care for anything at that point. It’s a very bittersweet gift Claudia’s gone back and forth more than once and plans to hand down to the Undertaker “if I go before he does”. She trusts him to hold onto it and give to any Phantomhive who starts feeling pushed to the brink. Altars. A small altar for each of her Goddesses exists in the walls, in twin compartments side-by-side, their doors marked with the carvings of an anvil and a raven. Brigid’s altar is warm, decorated with handmade trinkets and rolled up drawings. The Morrígan’s is dark, positively dark and dimly lit with this very small icy blue lantern that hangs from the top, and the rest of it is decorated with fans fastened from raven feathers and odd white-crimson candles -- that contain her own blood. Memonto Mori. Death has been embraced around Claudia for so much of her life, so she’s dedicated her own reminder of that in a “.. yet I survived” way. Mementos from the Famine in the form of mothbitten fabric from the nightgown she wore that entire time and a lock of hair that had fallen out, from the first attempt on her life by a kidnapper in the form of the rusting gun he had and the bottled flesh & muscle she tore from his throat that earned her the title “Wolf of Winchester” among the Aristocrats of Evil, from the nigh successful assassination in the form of the bloodied gown fabric and pressed white roses that wear dried crimson on their petals. There is nothing for the Phantomhive Fire. This rebuilt manor is a jarring memento mori of its own now.

Cherry wood bookcases. It is stacked with books of worldwide mythology, folklore, natural remedies, strange leatherbacks, and lots of journals Claudia’s written personally over the years. There’s pictures of loved ones wrapped in oval-shaped, polished wooden frames, a lot of old wooden toys she made for her progeny that they’ve grown out of, a black onyx hand with all fingers lined with rings she made herself and holding an ornate athame. Currently, “Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus” sits with a long brown & white feather serving as a bookmarker.

Urns. Three very precious porcelain urns that are specifically customized to fit the lives they belonged to: Vincent, Rachel, and Claudia’s seven hounds. While she drew the designs for Vincent and her hounds, she let Rachel’s parents decide how they wanted their daughter’s urn handled. She passed the drawings to the Undertaker and he made them to perfection. They rest on the previously mentioned bookshelf, side-by-side in a very gorgeous center display, with fresh white roses, rosemary, gladiolus & lilies from the garden surrounding them and small lanterns constantly providing a low, gentle golden light. There’s candles that have been melted to their hilts and others that are brand new.

5 THINGS THAT MAKE HER HAPPY.

DOGS.

Mythology. Mythology and folklore have always been incredibly fascinating to her! They can easily eat hours away as she delves herself into learning more and more about them and re-reading the ones she already knows.

Family. I've said it once, I've said it twice, Claudia's a woman who adores to be surrounded by family. Her attempts to convince the Midfords to join with the Phantomhive household have gone shot down by both her grandson and her daughter. One day she’ll prevail. One day. She won’t but she can dream of having a full house again, let her dream.

The countryside. Honestly, the fact they live here instead of in the city was something of an immense comfort to Claudia because it’s a little reminscent of Donegal. She regularly takes Gelert for a walk and finds a nice green pasture to just sit in for a while and enjoy the wind. It brings such a huge wash of calm and relief and what she turns to when feeling absolutely stressed, anxious or angry. Her natural dopamine hit!

Sweets. The Countess has a bad sweet tooth like her grandson and loves to eat sweet things, including things of her own baking and creating! Wave any delectable sugary sweet before her face and you have her attention - not her compliance, but her attention. [ 1v1 phantomhive discourse is continuously stealing the other’s treats. she doesn’t even recall who started it but it is an on-going War. ]

5 THINGS SHE'S CURRENTLY INTO.

Infinite woodworking! She has several projects going on at the moment, one being a boat and another being a marionette bitter rabbit she’s eventually going to get around to painting. Both gifts!

Foraging. Sure she can easily send the servants to buy this stuff from the market, but she likes to retrieve them herself. There’s a lot of berries and edible/medicinal plants in season right now and she’s pretty happy about that. :) Mulberries galore.

Reading. Very good exercise for her brain as she’s getting a little more forgetful in her old age, so keeping it busy with things like this strengthens her mentally. At the moment she’s not only reading Frankenstein, but she’s also reading about Japan mythology! That, and about strange monsters & creatures encountered at sea, actual accounts taken down by the author of the book who interviewed many-a sailor.

Hunting. Not only does it give her a grand excuse to get out of the manor, but she needs to keep her archery sharp and Gelert in shape.

Summer Games. Speaking of which, she has a title to defend! Sporting events are beginning to ramp up and the Phantomhive name continues to hold first place in the Archery branch, much to the chagrin of many who try their aim & speed against the Countess And Lose. Also, the events are always a bunch of fun to take part in - she’s dragging along anyone available.

5 THINGS THINGS ON HER TO-DO LIST.

Finish the on-going "Misfortune's Way" Funtom board game with Ciel. [ Ciel: 9. Claudia: 9. Neck-to-neck. Who Will Win? ]

Continue work on the boat she's created for the Midfords. She needs to finish carving their family crest into the right side of it and hollow out the rest of the bow. So much work to be done! But four months of blood, sweat and tears are going to pay off. :)

Fix that TERRIBLY painful floorboard her foot keeps hitting. It's been on this list for about a week now. She keeps forgetting or gets sidetracked! She’s getting a bruise. :( [ have tanaka do it? no no, she lets that poor man rest now. have sebastian do it? not a chance. "Are ya daft!? I ain't about to have that damned vulture creepin' about my own private quarters." ]

Pack up Tanaka, cook some food [ avoid bard. he always offers, she always declines after he set a strawberry cobbler she requested on fire right before her own eyes, and then proceeded to catch a portion of the kitchen on fire. she was so stunned she didn’t even notice Sebastian come in and bat out the flames LMAO. ], make some tea and head out with Gelert to her favorite spot to chill in the countryside and soak up the rays of Summer. She’s been so much colder than normal lately and needs to a b s o r b s u n. It’s Summer! She shouldn’t be freezing this much! [ although it is funny to put her hand on the back of people’s necks when they complain about the heat and watch them flip ]

Commune with the Goddesses at her forest altar. Bring the landscape painting she’s done for Brigid, bring the bloodied clothes of a fallen enemy for The Morrígan.

#♈ [ CLAUDIA; HEADCANON. ] ━ 『 the wolf of winchester. 』#♈ [ BLOG; OOC. ] ━ 𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!#tagged.#(( these little SOL memes are so good I love 'em. thank you tick. :D ))#long post

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megabadbunny · 5 years

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so after sketching out the doodle for this post upon the request of the lovely @chiaroscuroverse, I decided it was high time I finally got started on something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now. Thusly, I present to y’all the first installment of my sketch series New Who Companions in (Mostly) Historically-Accurate Period Costumes! :D

(clicky on the smaller images above to embiggen; clicky the read-more for costume history facts and assorted nerditude for each design!)

So long story short, I’m a big ol’ fashion history nerd, studied a good chunk of fashion history in the Western world during ye olde college days, and sometimes I like to think about what our New Who companions might have worn if they wanted to go mostly-historically-accurate in their old-world adventures. Below are some descriptions of what those costumes could have looked like, and a little bit of the historical context surrounding the ensembles. Thanks for joining me on this sartorial nerd-journey! <3

Fig. 1: Donna Noble, The Fires of Pompeii (Roman Empire, 79 AD)

So Donna’s original costume, while very pretty, is not accurate in any way; I can only imagine the designer was held back by some untold constraints (i.e. this costume is either constructed based on stylistic requests from Catherine Tate or it’s the product of executive meddling). Here, Donna wears a stola, i.e. a dress-like garment fastened with fibulae clasps and held in place with a girdle high above the waist. This garment would technically be worn by a married woman, to sort of show off her wealth and worth, but I figure Donna don’t give no shits about that, just give her the pretty dress already. She’s also wearing a palla, a shawl Roman women wore when going about their business outside. You would typically see the palla wrapped around the woman’s body to both accentuate her curves where desired, to hide her features when wanted (women might draw the hood close to the face to hide from unwanted male gazes), and to keep the material from dragging along the ground. The volume of fabric in the shawl signified a woman’s status; the more fabric, the wealthier the lady. Donna’s garments are fashioned from the finest material available, being linens imported from Egypt and silks imported from China.

Fig. 3: Bill Potts, The Eaters of Light (Scotland, c. 100 AD)

So, finding solid details on how women dressed in this time and place was fun,* but I did my best to sort of piece things together into a design that would make sense given the convergent influences and the materials (cloth/fibers, dyes, equipment) available in the area at the time. Basically, you’ve got a tunic cinched at the waist, and a woven cloak on top sporting a Pictish-type design, and simple jewelry fashioned from alloys that were commonplace at the time. Bill’s brooch and belt would definitely be met with approval from the other ladies; only peasant-women left the house without a belt.

* It was not fun. It was frustrating.

Fig. 2: Rose Tyler, The Stone Rose spinoff novel (Rome, 120 AD)

Rose’s garments and hair are intentionally sculptural in design, inspired by a series of Roman statues built around the time the story is set (I figured it was appropriate given the book’s plot!). Here she is wearing half of her Fortuna costume, on her way to save the Doctor (obv). Typically, a not-yet-married woman would only need to wear one layer (as unmarried women were, shall we say, low on the priority list in terms of Roman fashion), but here, on her way to being immortalized as the great Fortuna, an exception has been made for Rose; Marcia’s servants have draped, wrapped, and pinned some very fine material over Rose’s close-fitting tunica. Rose is also shown with a mantle, for covering her hair in public. Both Donna and Rose would have had their hair curled using a calamistrum, or an early curling iron, which varied in shape and style, but in this case likely would have actually been made of iron, and warmed over hot coals.

Fig. 4: Clara Oswald, Robot of Sherwood (England, 1190 AD)

Okay, so why did they make this look like a Halloween costume? It’s just, this episode clearly had a budget, the designer clearly did their homework, so who made what decision and where and when that led us to this? I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s a nice Halloween costume! Like, one you would have to rent instead of buy, because she is le pricey. But I’m curious to know why the designer ventured so close to the actual periodwear without actually committing to it. Like the sleeves—the flare at the elbow suggests the overdress, or bliaut, is of French design, except those sleeves ain’t near big enough, neither in terms of volume or length. Sometimes these sleeves were so long, women would have to knot them to keep them from dragging the ground. If you don’t wanna deal with big sleeves for your action heroine, that’s fine, just go with a more English design, which forewent the exaggerated trumpet-shape in favor of something more subtle. The current shape just looks weird—like, it’s halfway there, but got tired and gave up. Then you’ve got the front-lacing on the bodice; this is a nope, and only enhances the Halloween/fancy dress look. Dresses would fasten on the side or in the back; if you were upper-class, you might be looking at a modesty panel to hide the lacing in the case of the latter. The hair is another instance of halfway-there; the top half is pretty good, with its center-part and the wraparound braid, but the loose bottom portion and the salon-curls are a big no-no. Curls weren’t really in vogue in the area at the time; ladies’ hair was worn long and braided, both to keep it out of the way and to show off elaborate styles. And last but certainly not least, why the heck is Clara’s circlet shaped the way it is? It’s like they took a necklace, situated it with a bunch of slack in the chain, and stuck it to her forehead using spirit gum. Would noble ladies have worn circlets/coronets at the time? Sure! Would they have been shaped (or stuck-on???) like that? Nope! The original ensemble is full of potential but it feels like someone somewhere along the decision-making process looked at the original, better design, said, “Eh, can you modernize (read: sex) that up for me?” and then this was born. Again, it’s not horrible, just, it could have been so much more.

/rant

Fig. 5: Amy Pond, Vampires of Venice (Italy, 1580 AD)

So I realize there’s a class difference between what Amy wore in the show and what’s depicted here, but I figured the upper-class depiction made more sense, given the fashions of the other young ladies accepted into Calvieri’s school. (That being said, Amy’s original outfit still isn’t quite there; this shows an example or two of what a working-class woman would wear at the time.) On the right, Amy is wearing a velvet gown over a petticoat; even though the color and bodice-shape denote a heavy Spanish influence, the dress would have been referred to as a French gown due to its fitted shape. Were Amy to go whole-hog and give herself some true mid-sixteenth-century hair, the front would be short, and regularly wound into tight, compact little curls, while the back was kept long, for elaborate braids and updos. That’s right--the sixteenth century was technically full of mullets. Mullets everywhere.

Fig. 6: Rose Tyler, A Groatsworth of Wit spinoff comic (England, 1592)

ok but the design in the comic, just

I don’t even understand why the artist drew it this way. It doesn’t make sense, not from a costume history perspective and not even from a design/fudging-the-details-for-the-sake-of-modern-sensibilities perspective. (Also from a perspective-perspective; dude’s having some major issues figuring out how foreshortening works, but that’s neither here nor there I suppose.) It would actually be way faster to focus on what this gown does right instead of wrong. So, let’s see here: it has a lace collar, which was a thing. It has a structured, paneled bodice; also a thing. Full layered skirt, that’s good. And, that’s officially it. The rest of this design is garbage. Like, why the eff is she wearing a ruffle as some kind of low-slung belt? Is that supposed to be cartridge pleating? What century are those sleeves supposed to be from? (Do those outer sleeves even? Show up in any century to speak of, outside of my nightmares???) If you’re going to do a lace cuff at the end of the fitted sleeve, why not do it right (i.e. like the way they actually looked at the time, which was usually in a cone shape flaring out from the wrist to the elbow)? Why would the artist imagine that Rose would go to the trouble of pouring herself into this 80’s-teal monstrosity without bothering to do anything to her hair except for a ponytail? What the fuck is up with the fucking boob lace??? See, I know the artist can draw actual historically accurate outfits, because Shakespeare in this comic looks fine. His shit’s pretty accurate. But for some reason, when it came to Rose’s dress, it’s like the artist lost their goddamn mind. (Don’t even get me started on the jewelry and accents, not if there’s a loving god in this universe)

Fig. 7: Martha Jones, The Shakespeare Code (England, 1599)

So Martha has herself a lovely heavy brocade gown, trimmed in sable, accented with soft leather gloves, and topped with a cartwheel ruff round the neck. (Don’t worry; I imagine the TARDIS only carries ethically-harvested furs, like they’re grown in a lab somewhere or collected after critters have had a long and prosperous life or the hairs are vacuumed up and reconstituted by some futuristic device, etc. etc.) Elizabethan sumptuary laws dictated that folks had to dress according to social class, so depending on what your social class was, you may not have been legally permitted to wear things like silks, certain colors, certain furs, and more. Fashion was such a surging industry and indicator of wealth that, at the time, you had higher-ups selling huge swaths of land in order to have the money to dress themselves as well as possible--it was seriously that important to be fashionable. Martha’s garments indicate that she has pretty high social standing, given the materials used. Also, she wears a pretty bitchin’ hat.

Fig. 8: Yazmin Khan, The Witchfinders (England, 1612)

Yazmin’s dress sports a fashionably high-necked bodice featuring embroidered linen silk, topped with a standing collar and “wings” at the shoulders. The dark hues shown here were super-popular at the time due to a surge of obsession with melancholia in arts and literature. Yaz also wears a “Cavalier” style hat, accented with an ostrich feather. Her outfit is basically a riding-habit/hunting-habit, constructed with ease of movement in mind.

Fig. 9: Mickey Smith, Rose Tyler, and Reinette Poisson i.e. Madame de Pompadour, The Girl in the Fireplace (France, 1758)

Setting aside my many issues with this episode’s story/plot, the bugaboos I have with Reinette’s original costume design in the show are relatively minor, and I imagine can mostly be explained-away with stuff like “this is what the BBC already had on hand” and “goddamn that’s pretty.” Both pretty salient points! But I do think it’s interesting that the designer(s) went the way they did--Madame de Pompadour was actually famously not in favor of glittering gems (actually, she supposedly donated palace jewels to the French treasury more than once to help out during times of war); she tended to prefer fairly simple pearls as embellishment, instead. She also wasn’t really into big hair; obviously the styles shown here on Ms. Myles aren’t exactly Marie-Antoinette-big, but they’re definitely more voluminous and modernized than the styles the real-life MdP typically sported, which usually consisted of a slight pomp and fairly close-knit curls framing the face. (It’s also interesting that Moffat wrote her with such a heavy innuendo for sex/romance, because rumor had it she didn’t really actually enjoy things in the bedroom all that much, instead preferring to pull political strings, promote the arts, patronize motherfucking Voltaire!!!, help design architecture!!!, and keep the king constantly entertained and distracted so he literally didn’t royally fuck everything up. She was a very busy lady! Also she like. Paid contractors and artists on time? Instead of dicking them over with “credit” bullshit like other wealthy patrons??? Sorry she was just WAY more awesome than the show gave her credit for!) Anyhoo, long story short, Rose and MdP are shown here wearing gowns and hairstyles that are heavily inspired by those worn by the real-life MdP wore in some of her many many portraits.

Thanks for tuning in to my giant costume nerdfest; see you next time for part 2! <3 <3 <3

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spoopyghostgirl · 4 years

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And now is my canon Shepard, Jax

Name: Jackson James Shepard

Nickname(s): Jax, James, Jim, Shep, Sheepy

Gender: Male

Age: 27 years old (ME1)

Birthday: November 18th

Previous Homeworld: Earth

Current Homeworld: None recently

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Race: Mixed

Voice: Tucker, Red VS Blue

Personality: Jax is a very lighthearted person, easy to make laugh, and quick to smile. Despite his immensely sunny demeanor, he finds it difficult to relate to others, not for s lack of trying but because he is very shy. That is, unless he is working and then he is a firm, no nonsense, straight forward man.

Family or Relatives: His mother is Amelia Shepard, originally from England. His father is Admiral Hackett, though their relationship was hidden given his mother and fathers places within the alliance. The pair met during a search and rescue mission, Amelia pulling Hackett from behind enemy lines. He thought she was an angel sent to deliver his immortal soul. Waking up later, he was very embarrassed but it ended up working in his favor, since the beautiful lieutenant came to visit him several times during his hospital stay, and if Jax is any sign, those visits continued long after he was released.

Relationships: He originally has a relationship with Tali, though that relationship is ended when she discovers he works for Cerberus (and that he may or may not have taken up casually sleeping with Hades). He later develops feelings for Jack, joking that he has a thing for scary women before ultimately ending that relationship.

Morality: Lawful Good

Pre-Service History: Spacer. Given that both of his parents are high ranking service members, and that his parents were trying to be discrete about both their relationship and Jax's parentage, the young Jax spent most of his time bouncing between ships.

Psychological Profile: War Hero

Addictions: Caffeine, mostly becoming attached to it post promotion in ME1 since he has access to some really nice coffee/espresso. Later becomes addicted to the suped up version that Hades introduces him to when they visit her homeworld. After that, Earth coffee doesn't cut it.

Role model(s): Captain Anderson, his fathers closest friend and one of the biggest players when it came to hiding Jax's parentage. His mother, who despite becoming pregnant during the peak of her career, never slowed down, and achieved greatness. The Spectres, a group of highly trained warriors from several races across the galaxy.

Beliefs: He isn't particularly religious but he does believe in an afterlife. Would suck if you died and that was it.

Habits: Drumming his fingers on desks and his thighs when stressed. Humming to himself in difficult situations, whether on the field or waiting for important calls/meetings. Messing with the paint on his armor whenever he needs to keep his hands or mind busy. Has definitely rushed out on a mission in mismatched armor, thanks to getting interrupted mid repaint.

Hobbies: Plays the cello, something his mother had him learn as a child. Enjoys dancing, also took ballet lessons as a child, which later came in handy in his line of work. Likes painting with Hades, the pair taking turns as each others canvases. Building models (really just legos) and vegging out and watching old vids.

Source of Anger/Hatred: Racism, whether its humans or aliens mistreating each other or people of the same race mistreating each other. Childish people, mistreatment of the less fortunate. Cerberus. Hades shitty family.

Source of Sadness/Sorrow: Lossing loved ones. Losing a good portion of his team defending colonists during a raid. Finding out the awful shit his friends and crew have gone through.

Source of Fear/Phobia: Hates spiders, despite there being other things to fear in the galaxy. Hates heights, it's one thing to be in a ship but a completely different thing to be walking around somewhere high up or near large glass windows in high places. Definitely gets teased about it.

Likes: Music, especially electric music, music that gets you moving. Exercising, though he had prefer methods of exercising. Spicy food, especially anything with jalapenos in it. The colors yellow, blue, and green. Likes taking walks at night and singing along to whatever music is playing. Big animal guy, couldn't have any as a child so as an adult, he goes to shelters, volunteers to walk dogs and other animals that need some love.

Dislikes: Sitting still or being idle, he understands when its necessary but hates when it makes him feel useless or trapped. Not big into heavy foods, they make him sleepy, and a sleepy soldier is a dead one. Does not like the quiet, having grown up on a military vessel, he was constantly around other people. Makes him uncomfortable at the prospect of being in his own room. Can be found sleeping in an open bunk in the communal sleeping area.

Weight: 220 lbs

Height: 6'4

Build: Lean Muscular

Scar(s): Scar on his left back shoulder blade that looks like a several pointed star, was shot in the back close range. Another scar on his right forearm that look like little shots of lightning, from being electrocuted.

Tattoo(s): Several on his upper bicep, both arms and shoulder blades. They vary in what they are. Some are local fauna that he saw on different ships and colonies he's been to/on. Has an N7 tattoo under his right collar bone, about his peck.

Skin Tone: Depends on direct sunlight. His skin tone is normally a warm mocha with some honey brown tones in his cheeks, chest, and arms. Other times, if he has shore leave somewhere sunny, he can get closer to more of a milk chocolate tone. He was dark when he was younger but his skin tone has gotten a bit lighter as he got older.

Facial Features: Strong, high cheek bones. A more square chin and full lips. Long dark lashes, around a pair of granny Smith green eyes. His nose is slightly bulbed, a trait he acquired from his father. In his later he had his right brow and septum pierced but removed both when he join the military.

Hair Style: He normally has it grown out and braided but the military requires him to keep it short. Is normally just a flat buzz cut but, when he is relieved of duty before ME3 he has grown it out again and taken to dreading it.

Hair color: A midnight brown, almost black.

Eye color: Granny Smith green.

Eye Style: Almond shaped eyes. Regularly called expesssive, making him a rather bad liar.

Helmet: Death mask Helmet

Visor Optics/Lens: Archon visor

Armor set: N7 Defender Armor

Utility Attachment: Ordance Packs (increases amount of ammo that can be carried)

Primary Colour: Matte black

Secondary Colour: seafoam green

Tertiary Colour: Eggshell yellow

Casual Clothing: Big into plaid button ups and crew neck t shirts. Occasionally wears v necks and cut offs. Has a black leather jacket with a hood that is his go to jacket. Wears slim fitting jeans and either dress shoes (preferably brown) or nice tennies.

Faction/Occupation/Affiliation: Commander of the Alliance/Council Spectre ME1, Cerberus Commander/operative ME2, Council Spectre ME3

Artificial Intelligence(A.I)/Companion: EDI whenever necessary or available

Allies/Friends: ME crew, Hades, Councilman Zeus.

Rivals/Frienemies: Hades, mostly in a friendly fashion when it comes to getting things done faster. The Council, since they seem to love and hate him.

Nemesis/Enemies: Cerberus, post ME2

Class: Solider/Adept

Category Threat Level: 9 ME1, 12 ME2 + 3

Rank: Commander/Spectre

Standard/Modified Weapons:

1. Diamond Back X Assault Rifle

2.M-98 Widow Anti-Material Rifle

3. Cobra X line pistol

Armor Abilities(AA):

1. Kinetic Exoskeleton

2. Shock absorbers

Genetic Augmentation: Is a biotic with an M3 implant. Was chosen for advance biotics during his early Alliance days. Occasionally gets nose bleeds and headaches when over using biotics.

Supernatural Powers: None

Skills/Specialization: Jax is an exceptional biotic, his main go to attacks being throw and shockwave. While he primarily uses his biotics, he had made sure he is still very skilled within close range with pistols, combat knives, mid range with an SMG, and is at least adept when it comes to long range with a sniper.

#mass effect #mass effect 1 #mass effect 2 #mass effect 3 #mass effect spectre #original male shepard #original shepard #oc: Jackson James Shepard #oc: Jax Shepard

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theprodigypenguin · 6 years

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Jeith Headcanon Dump

I’ve been scratching down Jeith headcanons on every surface I can find whenever I think of something, and finally got around to compiling them all in one place. It’s pretty long, but I hope you enjoy!

James calls Keith "babe/baby"

Keith calls James "darling/doll"

But only in private. In public they call each other bitch, asshole, or go the polite route (cadet, sir, paladin, whatever)

One time James ironically called Keith “Mister Black Paladin Sir” and got punched for his trouble

James is actually really amazed by the lions, especially the Black Lion

After the war, earth starts making and selling Voltron merch (as Earth do), and James buys every Black Paladin/Black Lion thing he can get his hands on

he has a Black Lion charm hanging in his MFE fighter

and a poster on the wall of his dorm

and a stuffed toy of the Black Lion

and he may or may not have a Keith body pillow

He tries to stuff everything in the closet to hide it when Keith stops by, but it's too late

he's seen

and he will never live it down ever

Keith: *holding up the body pillow* Hey if you wanted me in bed you could've just asked.

Keith eats his food like a fucking rat

He eats the ice cream from between the ice cream sandwiches and throws the cookie away

eats the cream from between the Oreos and puts the cookie back in the box like an asshole

he always takes apart his sandwiches and hamburgers to eat everything individually

It fucks James up and freaks him out honestly like who the fuck eats like that???

Keith had never had boba tea before and when James first gives him some he almost has an anxiety attack because what the fUCK IS THIS WHY IS THERE A SOLID IN MY LIQUID, JAMES

They love going on rides through the desert with no destination, hood of the car down so Keith can stand up and scream while they're driving and the wind is hitting his face

They can both sing, like, really fucking well

James is more modern while Keith likes country and bluesy music

his drawl comes back with a vengeance when he's singing and it gives James "problems”

James is secretly a Troye Sivan fan and sings "Strawberries and Cigarettes" in Keith's ear to see him blush

James has an obsession with Keith's scars, and is constantly kissing and biting at them, like he's trying to prove a point (or trying to erase the scars with his kisses)

Keith is normally pretty against people touching his scars at all (especially the one on his face), so when he first lets James kiss his cheek, James had a mini gay panic attack as soon as Keith is gone.

James: He let me kiss his cheek!

Rizavi: Calm your gay self down, boy.

Keith in a cadet uniform is nice

Keith in his Paladin armor is nICE

Keith in his usual casual attire is dangerous

Keith in white tshirt, open blue flannel, and ripped jeans is fucking DANGEROUS

And Keith in his sinfully skintight BoM uniform is FATAL

The first time James sees him dressed like that he just tries to cover Keith any way he can, putting a coat around his shoulders with shaky hands and a crimson face

Keith: What are you doing?

James: YOU’RE INDECENT. COVER YOURSELF KOGANE. WE’RE IN PUBLIC.

no one else believes James when he tells people Keith has a southern drawl

James: I'm telling you he's just hiding it! He has a Texas drawl damn it!

Lance: Sure he does. I spent like years in space with him, never heard him say "ya'll" even once.

Keith: *whispers into James’ ear* Well ain’t that a damn southern hill shame, darlin’?

James: *screams*

Keith takes James on dates through the stars all the time

With the Black Lion, space travel through the Milky Way is effortless, and Keith likes seeing the way James' eyes light up when the fly over any of the different planets outside of Earth

James: Keith look, we're on Orion's belt! We're a fashion statement!

Keith: Sure, okay.

James takes a more common route when it comes to dating

Walking day-dates through Plaht City and the alien booths that had been set up

buying knickknacks for each other that neither need but both cherish

purposely staying out too late so James can offer his jacket to Keith like the gentleman he is

Keith likes the simplicity, though

and he likes it when James offers his coat, not that he'll admit it

growing up in the desert, Keith is used to being in intense heat, he can function in 100+ degree weather easily and is at home in muscle shirts and ripped jeans

this also means he can hardly function in any weather that dwindles beneath 70 degrees (hey same)

He goes from sluggish to entirely useless

naturally he seeks out the closest heat source, but also the safest heat source, so he automatically finds himself looking for James

Shiro has known Keith forever, and he was once upon a time subjected to a little teen Keith trying to hide under his shirt because he was cold, so he tries to warn James in order to prepare him

doesn't matter though, nothing can prepare him for when his zombie-fied boyfriend shuffles up to him and lifts his shirt to try and hide under it

James loves him, but he'd really rather not get groped by icicle fingers again, so he takes to wearing a coat at all times

That way when Keith shuffles towards him for warmth he can just open his jacket and close it around the paladin

at first people teased him about it, especially the other MFE pilots, but the glare that Keith peered over at them from the collar of James' coat makes them stop

so people are just used to it now and don't mention it

Keith is starved for touch and attention, but his insecurities make it hard for him to open up to people, so once he and James start to date regularly, he’s always rubbing up against him for affection

James doesn’t get it at first, but once he figures it out he’s always got a hand on Keith somehow, whether it’s petting his hair, patting his shoulder, holding his hand, or anything else, because the touch makes Keith happy

Cadet: So how did you and Keith start dating?

James: Well he punched me really hard when we were kids, and I think he must’ve given me brain damage from it, because I fell in love with him.

Cadet:

Regarding intimacy, they switch all the time, sometimes James tops and sometimes Keith does, but Keith is almost always the little spoon

James likes hugging things in his sleep, and Keith isn’t opposed to the physical contact, so they have an agreement

They don’t really discuss the fact they’re dating, it sort of just happens

One day James looks around and realizes half of the belongings in his dorm room are Keith’s, and that the paladin had basically moved himself in and made himself at home

So he just goes “oh this is a thing now” and continues on with his business

Keith is pretty oblivious to this kind of thing in general, so it takes him longer to realize it

Pidge: Hey Keith are you off to your date with James?

Keith: *dressed casually in clean clothes and even brushed his hair* What, no, we’re just looking around the venders. After that we’re going to get something to eat and maybe stop by to watch a movie in that outdoor auditorium. You know the one, where they play old Earth films to entertain some of the war torn alien refugees?

Pidge: Yea? That’s a date?

Keith:

James isn’t as freaked out about Keith being half Galra as Keith had expected, and even seems eager to learn more (”always knew there was something different about you”)

He is, of course, wary about the other Galra in the Blade of Marmora, going so far as to try and stand in front of Keith protectively when they show up

The action is both endearing and somewhat disappointing, but Keith can’t blame him for being nervous, even scared, around the aliens, after everything their race had done

James gets along with Krolia pretty quickly, but remains somewhat nervous and suspicious of the other Galra

James: You sure they’re not gonna try and... like, hurt you?

Keith: James at this point you should be worried about them hurting you. Have fun gaining their favor to date me.

James:

They both have pretty severe nightmares, but Keith’s are just a bit worse, and effect him more

They sleep with a nightlight because it makes things just a tiny bit easier

They’ve discussed going to individual therapy sessions, but in the end they always decide there’s no one better than each other to talk to

(they never fully toss out therapy as a possibility, though)

Whenever one of them wakes from a bad dream they wake the other up, and they either sit on the bed to discuss it, or if they don’t want to talk, they climb to the roof of the Garrison and see who can name the most constellations

So far it’s a tie, but James knows more single stars than Keith does

Keith is willing and ready to punch the lights out of anyone who dares speak badly of James

James is all too happy to do the same with people who should even dare to mention Keith

He gets into it more than Keith does, because James is considered an honored pilot, while there have always been more dubious opinions of Keith

Made worse by the fact he’s half Galra and the one to kill Sendak (even if they were in a war, there are people who give Keith a wide berth because they’re afraid of him)

It bothers James, but Keith seems to not mind

Keith: People have always treated me like an outsider, it’s not like this is new to me.

That just makes James feel worse

They kissed before ever confessing, and saying I love you was never really something they felt needed to be said out loud

But James says it once spontaneously, notices that it makes Keith blush like a nova, and decides to say it a lot more often just to see Keith flustered

Keith takes a bit longer to get used to saying those words, and the first time he says it, it doesn’t click immediately with James

He’s probably up in the MFE for a test run when it just hits him that his boyfriend said I love you that morning and just screams a little into his comms from shock, scaring the hell out of his team

Rizavi: Why are you screaming?!

James: Keith said he loved me!

Rizavi: Bitch when?!

James: Like eight hours ago!

Rizavi: Then shut the fuck up!

James proposes first, but Keith is such a dense moron he doesn’t realize it, and like a day later he proposes to James, who’s just fucking confused but says okay

So they both propose and they both say yes and neither of them realize it because they’re fucking idiots.

Please feel free to add your own Jeith/Jaith headcanons!

#jeith #jaith #james griffin #keith kogane #james/keith #voltron legendary defender #rare pair #crack ship #headcanons #my otp #vld james #vld keith #what do I even think of anymore #i've been so distracted by sheith and jeith #this is my life now #there is no escape

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Cat Spray Poop Easy And Cheap Tips

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Can A Cat Spray You

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Neutered Cat Spraying Urine

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Not Your Dean (Part 14)

Summary: One day Dean shows up and moves back into the bunker. The only problem is he’s a demon and he’s hiding something…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

Pairing: Demon!Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,900ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Some nice Sammy & reader in this...

“Hey! I thought we were going running this morning,” said Sam, standing in his workout gear, sporting a decent pout and his puppy dog eyes.

“You know my ankle’s still bothering me from Wednesday’s hunt,” you said, pointing down at your bandaged foot. Sam scowled and crossed his arms.

“I know,” he said, kicking at the floor. “We haven’t gone in a while is all.”

“I could help her out,” said Dean, skipping into the kitchen, carrying the groceries in. “It won’t take too much out of me to fix an ankle.”

“Really?” you asked, sitting up and giving Dean puppy dog eyes of your own.

“Sam’s right, it’s been practically a month since you’ve gone. You can’t cuddle up with me in bed every morning,” said Dean, ruffling your hair and leaving his hand on top of it. You felt a warmth spread from his fingertips down through your body, the quiet ache in your ankle disappearing.

“Thanks dude,” said Sam, slapping Dean on the back. “Let’s take tonight off and not find a hunt for once, okay? Maybe go out?”

“I think our little Sammy’s lookin’ for a gal to spend some time with this evening,” said Dean, raising his eyebrows. Sam scoffed but you couldn’t help but agree with Dean. “Y/N’s always been a great wing woman for you. I’m sure she’ll find a cutie for ya.”

“Shut up you two,” said Sam, biting back a smile. “Go change, Y/N and we’ll head to the park.”

“Careful with Baby,” said Dean, tossing Sam the keys as you unwrapped your foot and tossed the bandage in the drawer you kept medical supplies.

“Which one?” Sam joked, tilting his head towards you. You kept your face neutral for the most part, apart from a tiny smirk Dean caught.

“You know which one,” said Dean, giving you a wink. “Come on, go change sweetheart before Sam takes off without you.”

“See ya later, Dean,” you said, waving your fingers at him as you headed towards your room.

“We have to start doing this regularly again,” you said, Sam and you deciding to not push yourselves too hard your first day back and walk the few miles back to the Impala.

“Yeah,” said Sam, looking around as you saw no one in sight. It was a cool and drizzling day and you were the only two you’d seen the entire time out there. “I had to get you out of there for a few hours you know.”

“I know,” you said, running a finger over your wrist. “I know.”

“You used Dean’s last resort yet?” he asked, throwing an arm over your shoulder. You shook your head. It wasn’t the right time. “Y/N, I think we should use it soon.”

“Sam, no,” you said, shrugging him off of you. You turned to see that sad look on his face he’d gotten so good at hiding you forgot how messed up of a situation this was. “I am so close to getting him to take it out, I can feel it.”

“You feel that fucking infection messing with you,” said Sam, crossing his arms as he watched you walk away. “I’m not losing you too, Y/N.”

“We haven’t lost him, Sam!” you shouted, turning to face him. Sam’s eyes went wide as you realized what you’d said. “One more week. Give me one more week, please.”

“Do you think you can last another week? He’s got his claws in you good kid,” said Sam, your gaze falling to the ground.

“He does,” you said, knowing that as time went on, the infection had turned less controlling and more warm, attracting you to Dean in ways you didn’t want but ways you had to be in order to convince him. The problem was you’d felt that way for so long you couldn’t tell the difference between what was real and what was forced upon you. You were terrified that what you did feel, the infection wasn’t the one causing it anymore.

“Maybe we can go up to your parent’s camp when he comes back,” said Sam, rubbing your back. “That’s always fun.”

“Dean would be proud of you,” you said, smiling up at Sam, the drizzle turning to a rain you didn’t mind. “You’ve done a good job taking care of me. You don’t look at me like a monster for being the way I am with Dean.”

“Kid, you’ve always been the strong one out of us three,” said Sam, your hand moving his arm back around your shoulders again. He hummed, your touches far and distant as of late. “I couldn’t keep it together like you are. You’re fighting and so am I. Maybe the demon asshole has grown on us. But we’re still playing a game with him. I’m not scared of either of us forgetting that.”

“I kind of liked it better when he was a cocky asshole all the time,” you said, Sam chuckling.

“He was much easier to hate back then,” said Sam, slipping your hood up over your head as the rain came down harder. “Today makes it how long?”

“Dean moved back in about ten months ago,” you said, reaching your hand up behind you to make sure Sam put his own hood up. “We’ve been playing nice like this for almost eight.”

“Fuck, I miss him,” said Sam, slipping his arms down to pull you into a deep embrace.

“I want you to go, Sam,” you said, his body tensing around yours. “I mean...shit, not like that. It’s just if I can’t convince him or Dean’s resort doesn’t work...I want you to go. Find a nice girl, go back to law school or find some little quiet town to live in. I could handle Dean on my own. No need for us both to be sentenced to living with him forever.”

“Dean’d be proud of you too kid,” said Sam. “You’re an idiot but you already knew that, didn’t you?” he said with a smile.

“Had to try,” you said, patting his arm. His fell away but you found his large hand wrap around your small, cold one.

“We’re still okay,” said Sam, walking the two of you back down the path. “I’ll give you one more week and then use the resort.”

“Thanks Sam,” you said, wrapping your free hand around his arm, walking close as the rain turned to a downpour, neither of you seeming to mind.

You’d gotten used to finding the little bits of hope to push through everything else.

“Hey, so...I’ll see you two at home, tomorrow,” said Sam, pressing a kiss to your forehead and slapping Dean’s shoulder. “I almost forgot how good you are at hooking me up.”

“Anything for my baby brother,” said Dean, smiling as Sam headed out with a beautiful black haired woman.

“I’m gonna grab some refills,” you said to Dean, smiling as you wandered back over to the bar. The bartender took your order and went to make them when a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist and alcohol scented breath whispered in your ear.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” said a voice you didn’t recognize. Your first instinct was to shrug him off, call for Dean. Well, your first sober instinct would have been anyways. But it’d been a while since you’d gone out and Dean hadn’t kept an eye on how much you’d been drinking that night, reminding you to be careful or not to keep up with him. Now all you felt was warm strong hands and a deep voice that made you think of eight months without your Dean.

“Get the fuck off my girlfriend,” said Dean, your heart racing. He’d never actually called you that before and you definitely liked it.

“Is that your boyfriend?” he asked you, turning you to face Dean. He went too fast and your head spun, words slipping out of your mouth before you could think.

“Nope,” you said, leaning back into the man. Dean raised his eyebrows in disbelief as a smile formed on your face for no good reason.

“Come on baby, let’s get out of here,” said the man holding onto you, walking the two of you outside. You certainly weren’t thinking clearly as you willingly walked with him to his car, sensing Dean was right on your tail. “Buddy, back off. She wants me.”

“Actually, I don’t really...” you said, the cool night air bringing some of your sobriety back to you.

“Get in the car,” he said, pushing you against the door. Your head spun horribly as you caught yourself falling to the ground, the world shifting around you. When you looked up, you were knelt behind Dean who was stalking over to the confused looking man.

“Is that any way to treat a lady?” asked Dean, shoving him against the door. He got in a hard hit, so hard the man whimpered under Dean. “She belongs to me,” said Dean, looking at you as he said the words, holding the man by the collar. You nodded to him and saw his attention fall back on the man. “Get the hell out of here and don’t ever come back.”

The man was gone in his car and peeling away in under ten seconds, your eyes following his taillights as Dean took his time coming back over to you. You were perfectly sober now, staring at the ground as his boots came into view. Had you just fucked it all up? All that work gone?

“Y/N,” Dean said from above, a small tremble running through your body as you sat there, waiting for what you weren’t sure. “Y/N look at me,” he said, squatting down in front of you.

You lifted your head as his hand tilted your chin up, his hand sliding over to cup your cheek.

“Y-yes sir,” you said, gulping down your fear, hoping if you used his old rules, his harsh rules, he’d be more lenient. Instead he only looked sad.

“No, no sir, only Dean,” he said, running his thumb to wipe away a stray tear that had fallen. “You understand you’re mine, don’t you?”

“Yes, Dean,” you said, finding your voice again, Dean seeming pleased that you had.

“Why’d you say I’m not your boyfriend?” he asked, gentle green eyes staring into yours.

“I was drunk. I don’t know what you want me to be,” you said. “Your pet, your property, your-”

“You’re my girlfriend, Y/N,” said Dean, shushing you as you went to avoid his gaze. “And you’re mine. That’s it. I suppose I should have made that more clear.”

“I’ve been yours for a long time,” you said, Dean smiling sadly.

“Yeah, but apparently I’ve made my girlfriend feel like a piece of meat I own. I need to fix that,” he said, your surprise coming through all too well. “See? Even you believe it. Let’s get you home and we’ll work on that.”

You nodded as he helped you up and got you into Baby, driving the two of you home. One of Dean’s hands played with the ends of your hair as you looked out into the night.

If you had one saving grace, it was the knowledge that Dean as a demon had fallen for you.

You had one week left to try and convince him and maybe tonight was the perfect excuse to do that.

A/N: Read Part 15 here!

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