teddy duchamp

Wearing a pink bath robe is a mission? I should really get me one of them then.

Absolutely, friend. To both parts of that. Corporal Duchamp reporting, but you can call me Teddy. 

Teddy was... different. He was raised differently, and he was often seen as a ruffian or trouble child because of his behavior. When the chance to make off with some food came, it wasn't his idea but he went along. "You've got it, Corporal Duchamp over and out."

jace-carter​:

to: @luxeacademystarters​ time: whatever time your heart desires <3! 

“all i’m saying is, we need a good party around these parts. i’m thinkin’ a rave, costumes, black lights, all that good spooky shit.” jace was going on about the lack of entertainment in their life lately, again, hoping the universe would answer their prayers someday soon. as much as they wanted a big party, they were also way too lazy to plan one out and make it happen. “or, what? are you goin’ to deny that this place is lackin’ in the fun department as of late? maybe i’m just not lookin’ in the right places, hm? what do you think, mate?”

“That’s all you’re thinking?” Teddy asked, turning to face the man he’d been eavesdropping on. He was an animated character, moving like a jokester with a tough edge. Guarded. “You’ve gotta add in some fog machine, some of those animatronics, and of course there needs to be punch to spike.” His eyebrows wiggled and then he leaned in a bit closer, squinting like someone that couldn’t see very well because... well, he couldn’t see very well. He’d lost his glasses. “What’s up...? I’m pretty sure I don’t know you, but you could be Santa Claus for all I can tell. I’m Teddy-- Corporal Duchamp if you’re feeling formal.” It was something he’d said ever since childhood, he wasn’t really a Corporal, though his dad had served time.

That’s right, Teddy. Your Sir. I’m right here. You pay attention, of course you caught it. Maybe I knew the answer, and I wanted to. But, I still needed to officially ask. I’m yours. In ways I’ve never been anyone else’s. Remember that. You’re mine. Say it again. Teddy, you know you don’t have to suck my dick. I won’t stop you, don’t get me wrong. But I’m just saying, you don’t have to. My good boy. 

Carter.... I’m yours, Sir. 100% There isn’t anyone out there that could come even close. I’ve only had a few people be so proud to take ownership of me-- and it wasn’t ever like that, just my bests pals when I was a kid. I’m yours. I know, I know, I just wanted to kiss you. I got carried away, kissing more of you. You do have a grade A dick though.

Good boy. I wondered if you’d catch that. How does it feel? I said what I said. I meant it. If you want it. 

Carter... Sir. Of course I did. I caught it. Is that even a question? I want you. I’m yours already, you were right. I just saw it and it just---

Yes, Corporal? Use your words, Ted. 

I saw you call me your submissive. Yours.

Following dinner, Carter had made his way onto his balcony, lighting a cigarette as he lowered himself into the large wicker chair he kept outside. After a few short moments, he called over his shoulder. “Hey, Corporal. Come out here for a sec, would ya?” @subteddyatluxe​

Teddy was used to spending as much time as possible with the same small group of people, so it felt normal for him to have spent all of the time that he could with Carter since they’d started hanging out. He wasn’t a very submissive person for a Submissive, or at least that’s what he had thought before Carter. It turned out he just needed the right touch. He went out quickly when he was called and hummed an “mhm” as he came out and sat in the Dominant’s lap. “Corporal Duchamp reporting for duty, Sir, what’s up?”

Carter: Why

Carter: What do you think about this soulmate bullshit?

Carter: Yeah?

Carter: It is what it is. I'm a shit person. You deserve to be taken care of. You need it.

Carter: Yeah to both. Fuck them, they don't fucking matter. You matter.

Carter: I didn't say that.

Teddy: Carter...

Carter: Yeah. Well...I see you. You are worth asking about. Why do you think you aren't?

Carter: Dunno.

Teddy: You do? You mean that. I dunno, I don't wanna. Just a lotta other people maybe might not agree.

Carter: Why? Why do you trust me? I fucked you up.

Teddy: You didn't mean to and you apologized. I just want to be seen. To be worth asking about.