Only I can take care of you the way you really need it.

[memeboogeyman]

PAMPERED PET

Most people know you two are a couple...or they assume. Truth be told, they're part right. Whether you're a romantic couple or not, you are together sexually. On top of that, though, there's a little nugget of information most don't know: you're kinky. Maybe even lifestyle kinky. Whether or not that's the case, and whether your relationship is BDSM, master/slave, petplay, daddy/little girl or boy, spoiled princess/prince complex, or something different all together, one of you is a bit more "kept" than the other. There's certainly a good deal of doting going on, but don't forget - when you're naughty, punishment may be necessary. You wouldn't want that, would you?

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Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | M/M

[runningwithwolves]

(Permissions and kinks here)

Duo Maxwell | Gundam Wing | M/M

[deathsangel]

(Permissions and kinks here)

Tifa Lockhart | Final Fantasy VII | M/F

[mylockedheart]

(Permissions and kinks here)

Katara | Avatar The Last Airbender

[waterbendingmaster]

(Permissions and kinks here)

Wizard Howl (Pendragon) (Jenkins) | Howl's Moving Castle | Open

[ahowlingheart]

Enta Jinnai | Sarazanmai | M/M

[goldenhalf]

felix hugo fraldarius / fire emblem: three houses / m/m

[bloodyblade]

Marcus Flavius Aquilla | The Eagle | M/M

[disgracedlegacy]

Tenjou Utena || Revolutionary Girl Utena/Shoujo Kakumei Utena || OTA

[tenjou_utena]

tahani al-jamil | the good place | ota

[namedroppings]

Fushiguro Megumi | Jujutsu Kaisen | m/m

[shadowgraphy]

(( kept! ))

akemi morishita | original | m/m

[cupidite]

( kept. any relationship/scenario works. )

[dreadpiratecaptain]

[Up for a thing with a gangster/brigand who helped her out (maybe with the bar) and occasionally shows up to bootycall in her debts? Up to you if it's still a business transaction kind of thing, or if that's really just an excuse now. We can bring in his powers if you like, as well, to spice things up. Let me know your preferences and I can start, or you're welcome to if you're inspired!]

[mylockedheart]

(Ooooh! I like the idea of the gangster/brigand that helped her out when she needed it. And the bootycalls were calling in the debt at first but now it is just an excuse they use? Let’s bring in the powers. I’m a huge fan of master/slave or pet or anything BDSM really.)

ben solo. — star wars

[worthily]

( doing the pampering! )

[dreadpiratecaptain]

[I'm thinking definitely a master/slave or at least patron/debtor thing, probably with some role-playing where she pretends to objects and scoff at having anything to do with such a scoundrel, etc. LMK if this works, or don't hesitate to retcon if necessary.]

It was certainly by no means the first time Takeo had paid a visit to her bar, for a number of reasons. It was quite a good bar, with an excellent bartender, and he did also regard it as an investment of his--one on which they had established something of a history of special dividend payments.

Surely, she could guess what he had in mind, given that he was there in her bar, lingering right up to closing time. He didn't even need to give her a meaningful look, at this point, but he couldn't help admiring her as she worked--partly hoping for a glimpse of a flustered look if she met his eyes, and partly just enjoying the sight of her.

Especially if she was making someone a shaken drink.

Takeo wasn't about to admit to any impatience he might have felt, but he did quietly hope the other lingering patrons would finish their drinks sooner rather than later. If he were completely honest, his visits had been growing more frequent with time, and lasting longer--and in spite of the feisty attitude he enjoyed so much, she seemed to have become much more willing to do what he wanted.

Then again, he wasn't entirely surprised by that--even if he was nominally taking payment, he did aim to please.

[mylockedheart]

The moment Takeo showed up and Tifa spotted him she knew what he was there for, the same thing he always wanted when he showed up which was becoming more and more frequent, and her body reacted just at the sight of him. Her nipples hardened and her center clenched which caused the bartender to fight back a flush. He shouldn’t be able to effect her like he did just by entering her bar. But alas he did.

She went about doing her job, almost avoiding him and his gaze, but Tifa couldn’t help but look over every now and then. Takeo always seemed to know when she would look and catch her doing so. It always made Tifa blush.

The martial artist informed everyone about last call and finally finally made her way over to Takeo with her tray in hand. She stood in front of him and gave him a look, trying to play it cool, “are you going to order anything?”

Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA

[wherehopegoes]

[thesefirststeps]

[ooc: Got this lady, if interested.]

[worthily]

( i would love to! do you have preferences for canon/au? )

[thesefirststeps]

[ooc: Yay! I do love an AU, but I can do either. Wherever inspiration strikes!]

Cassia Andor | Rogue One | OTA

[yo_me_rezo]

Essa Erso-Andor | Rogue One OC | OTA

[theresalways_hope]

[worthily]

( ooc: hopefully this is good! if there's anything you'd like me to change, pls feel free to tell me. also lol @ this being my first ben tag )

( ben solo is a man of few indulgences. that's not to say he doesn't lead a wealthy lifestyle, but his busy job mostly keeps his hobbies minimal — calligraphy used to be a pastime, but now he finds his days filled with numbers and accounts, big names and huge checks that keep him awake only long enough to make good use of his expensive gym membership, before he's falling asleep and doing it all over again the next day. his bank accounts are overfilled with money he has no idea and no interest in spending. rotting there, collecting, all up until he meets rey.

she serves him a frankly terrible cup of coffee, but he doesn't really notice the burnt taste over her cheery smile. she's lovely, he knows that right away, following the dip of her back as she flits around coffee machines, staring at the apron she wears that cinches her waist just enough to show off her delicate size. beneath the beauty, he sees a kindred grief laying there — a tiredness he can relate to. she dons the appearance of a woman overworked and barely making ends meet. a college student, probably — part time, maybe, from the necessity of a job or two to keep her afloat. under her charming smile ( and her perfect body, but he's pretending not to notice ) he can see the threads start to unravel. she's gorgeous and broken, and ben for some reason, just can't stand for that.

so he leaves her a thousand dollar tip and his phone number, and almost expects that'll be that.

except the money is a lot, maybe, so she texts him that night. he manages to convince her to keep the money, that he really doesn't need it, and that he's happy to send her more, if it'd help her out. really. the purest intentions. rey is the one who mentions the term sugar daddy, and ben swallows down a rock in his throat. no, he doesn't need sexual favors. he just wants to see her provided for, wants to make sure she's okay. wants to be the reason for the smiles in the selfies she sends him, the reason why she gets thousands of likes on instagram posts when she's wearing clothes he sent her. seeing her fed, seeing her filled. you know, normal stuff. he's actually relieved when she agrees to it after some convincing, and proceeds to send her another thousand dollars in gratitude. for his effort, she gives him a kissy face emoji.

once they get set in their habits, he invites her out to dinner regularly, when his job permits it, because he likes to see her dolled up in something he bought her, eating somewhere she wouldn't ordinarily step into. it's a treat, getting to watch her enjoy herself — all the expensive and fine things in the world that he wants to drape her in, drown her in, keep her safe and coddled forever. maybe it's a little possessive. he likes seeing her done up in gems, and he bought her a necklace tonight to go with the dress she's wearing — a little diamond at the end of a thin chain, shaped like a daisy. it might be understated for what his checking account could afford, but he this it suits her. he's red up to the ears when she puts it on, seeing it tuck away into the line of her cleavage.

he's still oddly warm in the face by the time he has a hand on the small of her back ( exposed, because he has excellent fucking taste, and rey's skin is soft and tan here, too, dotted with freckles ), guiding her into the front seat of his car. he forgoes a driver on nights like these, preferring to take rey home himself. although — )

I hate where you live. ( he says once he's in the drivers seat, a frown set in his mouth. he doesn't look at her as he pulls out and away — there's something starkly nervous in the air. ) It's dangerous. You should come home with me. For a bit. One night.

[thesefirststeps]

[ooc: It's perfect! I'm not at all sorry that it's your first Ben tag, lol, I just hope that I can offer a sufficient reply. <3]

[Rey can fake a lot of things pretty convincingly. Of course she's perfectly happy to remake a drink to placate a customer that insists that they mentioned wanting soy milk when they absolutely did not. Of course she doesn't mind calling for a manager (at her second job) to reiterate the point that she's made, that it's not possible to stack two coupons in the same purchase.

Of course she's not exhausted working multiple jobs and taking classes and never having enough time for herself between the three, never having enough money for the necessities, much less anything that can be considered a treat. And she's got very few people she can ask for help, no real family, only friends who help out where and when they can, even when she's too ashamed to ask for help, again.

She would have remembered Ben even if he hadn't tipped her such an extreme amount of money. He's soft-spoken but intense, kind enough even though she knows without a shadow of a doubt that the coffee she serves him is subpar at best. Yes, she hesitates to take the money, until her manager insists that clearly, she's deserved it. And texting him happens even later than that, after hours spent agonizing over whether or not she even should.

Because - people don't just give away this kind of money without expecting something in return ... do they? She tries very hard to insist that she can't take it, but Ben won't take no for an answer. He doesn't want anything in return except for the knowledge that it helps to alleviate some of the stress and worry weighing her down.

She doesn't know what on Earth possess her, really, to suggest such a ... relationship. But she feels guilty at the thought of sitting back and accepting such generosity without doing something in return. It's a relief when Ben insists that he doesn't require any sexual favors - she's not blind, of course, she knows how attractive he is, but she's not the type to fall into bed with a stranger - even one that's given her such a large amount of money, no strings attached.

It's ... strange, at first. To do next to nothing and receive money, and then gifts - clothes and shoes and jewelry that she never would have been able to afford on her own without scraping and saving what little extra money she can for months on end. He seems happy enough just to do it, just to receive the bare minimum when it comes to acknowledgement, selfies and the happiest emojis, sometimes a video of her saying thank you and showing off whatever he's deigned to send her this time.

The dinner invitations are also a little strange to get used to, the feeling of being shown off at the types of restaurants that she has only ever dreamed about eating at before. And Ben never asks for anything in return, seems happy enough to see her happy, and how can she not be? He treats her like a princess.

She's never felt more like one before seeing him flush a little at the sight of her wearing his latest gift of jewelry, a perfect match to the dress he's also picked out for her, something high end and ridiculously expensive, unable to keep her own cheeks from darkening at the feel of his hand resting low against her bare back. He does have impeccable taste.

He won't try anything untoward. He never does. And Rey trusts that the suggestion to come and stay with him for a night isn't a sign that he's starting to rethink the terms of their agreement.]

Rent is expensive - [She mumbles, her blush deepening all the more, suddenly embarrassed to own all of Ben's lovely gifts and still live in an apartment that's barely bigger than a closet.] One night, huh? I don't have any pajamas.

[She almost kicks herself for sounding so stupid. But for as nervous as Ben might be feeling, Rey feels exactly the same nerves twisting her stomach to and fro.

What does this mean?]