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@basch fon ronsenburg

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36 / m / all / 7 of ♠️ > Q of ♠️

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My Self-Summary

Have you ever dreamed of being wooed by a knight in shining armor? Well Captain fon Ronsenburg is your man. Literally. He prefers being attached to a commander, queen, charge, or leash. Rules are sexy, and he's here to be your loyal dog.

Dark and broody your thing? He's got that too, a whole lifetime of unfair, unjustified angst and suffering he's just waiting for you to fix. Don't worry, though. He's the whole package. Tender, caring, and likely to fall in love with you but keep it private until you order him to spill his desires. Which turns him on.

Oh, did we mention he's a horny slut? Because he is. He wants to take it every possible way, or be told how you want to be taken. And if you make it public or humiliate him a little, well, his lance will be all the happier to see you.

My Future Plans

Protecting the innocent, being used by the worthy, and being absolutely sexually exhausted at all times. It's his heroic reward, afterall.

My Talents

Basch was already like this at home. He's quite experienced in receiving and administering pleasure, particularly of the rougher variety. He's also happy to teach.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Someone teach this man how to relax. He needs it. His palette is rustic and that's a good place to start. If you get him dancing, the gods will smile in your favor.

My Ideal Partner

Someone who roughs him up, tells him what to do, and then sings sweet praises in his ear.

Height 5'11" Body Type Barrel-chested romance cover knight (but skinny from his trials. Take care of this man!) Smokes Never Drinks Lightly Drugs On rare occasion Sign Sagittarius Education Dalmascan Officer's Training Occupation Former Captain of the King's Guard Income $$$ He's got that 7 money, and he fucks around Children The people of Ivalice are his children Pets He was quite fond of his Chocobo and the squadron dog Hobbies Woodworking, learning Landisian ballads and stories, polishing swords

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

BEER

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

NEITHER

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

BATHS ARE HIS GUILTY PLEASURE

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

PIRATES, THE ONES HE KNOWS ARE QUITE NICE

.05 TITS OR ASS

GOD YES

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

EITHER

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

EITHER

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

EITHER

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

BOTH

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

ROUGH ROUGH ROUGH BUT GET THAT MAN TO ACCEPT GENTLE

The Defender
ISFJ-T

ENERGY

84%

introverted

MIND

91%

observant

NATURE

67%

feeling

TACTICS

90%

judging

IDENTITY

57%

turbulent

personality test. art credit.

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–ART!! (cw: brief allusions of child abuse/child slavery)

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[ Mapping the resort is an ongoing project, one that's become fairly slow-going the more Nami explores the place. There are still blanks to fill in, but seeing as how she hasn't gotten there yet, it's left her with an abundance of time to pick up other, alternate projects. Drawing has always been a part of Nami's life, though before the casino, she's never had the space for it. The few times Arlong caught her working on something other than the maps he held her in captivity to draw had come with swift discipline, the results painful enough to put her off attempting again for years. She couldn't take having another sketch of her mother pulled out of her hands again, not when she still had so far to go for her village.

But things are different now, she's free for the first time in eight years, and she's slowly come to enjoy fostering this particular talent, first covertly, sketching those she shares a bed with while they sleep, shoulders, hands, profiles, silhouettes, all drawn swiftly in the dead of night and tucked away protectively in the back of her notebook. It was only after Hua Cheng's message to the network about how he'd like to meet others who enjoyed drawing, that Nami began to embrace the idea of trying her hand at drawing folks who weren't asleep, and Basch, for all his sweet willingness to do things to make her happy, and gorgeously defined lines and angles, made him seem like a good person to ask.

Once in his room, she gets to work, adjusting how the lampshades in his room tilt to give off light, before pulling a chair close to a larger one, and getting it to a spot she thinks will cast interesting shadows on his form after he settles. Stopping there, Nami looks over at Basch, her head tilting gently towards the seat in question. ]

Can you take your shirt off? I want to try drawing your back, so when you sit, sit backwards.

[ She knows he likes being told what to do, which is what's gotten her this far, but for someone like her, who's cards are held close to her chest at all times, Nami feels a bit sheepish asking for this, finding it stupidly ironic how she can boss him around in the throes of passion, but almost wants to squirm where she stands after wanting something a little less frenzied and a little more personal. ]

What are you reading to me today?

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[ Basch was decent at making usable maps, and if he had enough time, he could get an alright likeness of a leaf or tree. He had no creative or expressive, ability, though, and greatly admired people who did. He already was impressed by Nami's mapmaking, and it wasn't hard to figure out how private she was. So when she asked to draw him -- in that way that was just shy of a full order -- he was glad to oblige.

He's not expecting how self-conscious he feels when she actually arrives. He's been naked with her countless times, but he knows his scarred skin is a far cry from what art he's seen, and it's hard not to let his nerves eat at him as he tries to stay out of her way, watching her arrange and rearrange.

Orders, at least, are easier. Even in a question. He nods, arms going to pull off whatever frilly shirt the hotel has given him today. He's not quite bold enough to ask if she wants him fully nude. She'll tell him, she's sure. But he does swipe his latest library acquisition from beside the bed even before she asks. He was never going to get through this if he didn't have his own distraction.

He settles into the chair, it oddly easier and harder to be looking away from her. ]

Like this? And I found one about a fearsome pirate who captures a prince for random, but she realizes she's taken his guard captain by mistake.

[ Maybe it's too close to home, or maybe it will be nice. Sometimes they like to reenact the scenes from his reading. This one feels innately doable. ]

[cartographie]

[ For the time being, it works to her plans, that he doesn't undress fully, although in truth she wouldn't complain if he had. Scars and all, Basch is still beautiful to look at, by Nami's metric. If anything, they make him more so, the marks on his body a testament to how much he can take and still keep going. She knows something about survival, the tattoo on her forearm and the still pink scars stabbed into the skin surrounding it, a silent testament to that. ]

Sounds like you went looking for a story like that on purpose.

[ Nami teases gently from behind Basch, waiting for him to settle in his chair before she moves close to smooth her fingers through his hair, adjusting the way it lays against the back of his neck and the very tops of his shoulders before stepping back to look him over thoughtfully. ]

Get the book ready, so I can pose you while you're holding it. [ Even though she's leaned into giving him orders, some part of her aware it'll put them both more at ease, Nami keeps her tone gentle, as though she's unable to suppress her fondness for Basch entirely. ]

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Would you like that, if I did?

[ It's bolder than he usually is, but...sometimes she shows him that brief glimpse into something softer, where she likes to be thought of and taken care of. And more than that, she lets him. So if she does like it, he'll take note.

He doesn't suppress a pleasant shiver as she strokes his hair, thinking of other times those hands have been on him. It's easy to take the book, turn to the page he wants. He's not sure, but her tone seems different than it used to be, since that day with the armor. He isn't complaining. She's seemed more at ease, and that's all he wants for her. ]

[cartographie]

I'd think you were doing a good job of being my knight.

[ With his back to her, Nami's smile comes easily, her hands lingering in his hair for longer than they need to as he takes up the book and moves to get ready to read. That day when she'd helped him out of his armor, caught under the influence of some enchantment that made every bit of softness Nami's more comfortable keeping to herself slip out, did shift something between them, although she's not exactly sure she's got the words for it.

Being close to people is still too new, and all the different routes to closeness that have revealed themselves so far, have left her equally baffled, if not deeply happy despite that. Basch is far from the exception. He's safe and softer than a person that broad and strong has any right to be, after letting herself be drawn into that the first time, it's impossible to resist now.

Her hand his gentle on the side of his face as she guides his head to tilt slightly, making him seem almost pensive as he clasps the book. With a low hum, Nami bends down close enough to press her lips against his cheekbone before straightening and heading back to her notebook. ]

Stay still while you read, and I'll let you decide how I reward you for being my muse today.

[ Her grin warms through every word she says, sitting on the edge of the bed and getting her notebook and pencils ready before she begins to draw, glancing between him and the page, her lips still curving softly even as she's increasingly lost tin thought. ]

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[ He flushes mildly, equally hoping that she can't see and that she know the effect she has on him. He still feels a little embarrassed about that day, but he doesn't feel anything but warmth for how Nami let him take care of her. He would gladly be her knight, pirate an all. Maybe he never deserved to be a knight in the first place, with that attitude. But she deserves his services more than many he served. Not that she needs him.

Then that hand is on his warm face. It sends heat through him, having her guide him like this. The kiss is a promise, and as she walks away, he keeps himself stone still, beginning to read. When he turns the page, he uses one thumb to press the page before the other catches it, back barely tensing.

It's like a training exericse, his muscles beginning to ask to be moved. No matter. His voice keeps going, a hazy chant more than real words, but when the story does flit into his mind, it's with Nami's image.

Unsurprisingly, it has a page of want within the first chapter, and as his voice brings to life the pirate queen touching herself in the cool shadows of a hidden alcove, he can't help the memories of Nami's sounds of pleasure, of the heat surging to his cock. ]

[cartographie]

[ Paying attention to everything is something of a constant state for Nami. She's always needed to watch her own back as carefully as the endless hands of cards she's swindled her way through back home, but Basch would easily pull her focus even if she wasn't the type.

There's a certain gravity about him, stoic and soft in equal measure, something warm and strong that radiates outward, softening the shadows that fall across the planes of his back under her pencil as she draws them, her eyes darting between the page and his form, working to get the lines of his body down the way she wants to. ]

Sounds like you like that idea.

[ Nami speaks up, after a few pages in the brief pause he takes while thumbing carefully through the book, the fantasies the story fills her imagination with sending a pang of want between her thighs, simmering low in her body, reflecting in the soft, but markedly inviting tone of her voice. ]

I'll be done by the end of the next page, then you pick your next pose.