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nightmare-niko · 3 months ago

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P.O.N.Y.B.O.Y [Nicholas Alexander Chavez x reader]

WORD COUNT: 1171

A/N: i was really into this one in the beginning! But then got super stuck writing the smut but I hope y'all like it <3

WARNINGS: best friends to??? , unprotected sex (don't do that), no specified genitals, not edited, reader thirsts over Nick hardcore

Copying or translating my writing is not allowed. If you see my work on another site it is stolen. Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged.

"C'mon, baby, please? It'll be fun I promise!" Your best friend, Nicholas begs you.

You chuckle, ”Nick you know I don't work out..." "No I know but we never hang out-- It can be like our little thing! Look we can go right now I'll pick you up.”

You chew on your bottom lip, "Fine out I'm not doing a lot."

"Booo! Fine- get dressed I'll be there soon."

The line goes out before you can come to your senses.

What the hell did you get yourself into?!?

You weren't even sure you owned cute workout clothes. After tearing apart your closet in a desperate attempt to find an acceptable outfit, you prepared a gym bag with everything you needed. Here goes nothing...

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Your best friend was hot. Well— he's always has been. you weren't blind, or an idiot. But something about him right now, headphones on, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead as he did his hip thrust reps. You tried to pay attention to your pathetic excuse for a workout but you just couldn't. When you watched him add the weight onto the bar your mouth went dry.

He was nearly effortlessly lifting well over your weight, with just his hips. Fuck- he was driving you absolutely insane.

You were staring; shamelessly- the gym was empty besides the two of you. Who was gonna judge you for drooling over your extremely sexy best friend?

The two of you have always been close. Some may say too close. Lingering stares, shared jokes, shy touches. You even kissed— sometimes. No one ever really asked if Nicholas was your boyfriend, they all just assumed that he was.

It seemed as though Nick had noticed your hungry gaze-- stopping his motions and removing his headphones. "You okay baby?"

Okay, maybe you understood why everyone thought you were together.

"You look-- like, really hot," You confess.

His eyebrows raise, " really?" He asks.

"Oh yeah, I think I might love the gym,” You tease.

He laughs, “Do you like the gym? Or staring at me?”

"Well maybe don't be so sexy, Nicholas!" You're only partly joking, but sometimes your crush overpowered your normal senses.

You just couldn't contain yourself! Maybe you should have chosen to work out somewhere across the gym, as far away from Nicholas as possible.

"You know what I think?" Nick pipes.

”No, I don't- What do you think?"

"I think... We should get out of here-" He stands and takes a step towards you.

“Already? we haven't been here for that long though?" Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

He shrugs, now invading your personal space. "I was thinking we could just..." He trails off.

"Just??" You ask, voice dripping in anticipation.

”Do a different kinda workout." His warm hands glide up your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. ”A different type of workout? What kind of-- oh. oh.

The blood rushes to your fan at record speed. Sure the two of you have shared a drunken kiss or two (or twenty) but this? You immediately begin to fumble over your words- brain short-circuiting while your mouth tries to say something, anything!

You chuckle, nervous from the proximity, "Cardio, heh", you joke.

He flashes a beautiful smile, “Exactly, Cardio.”

It wasn't long before you two were stumbling around your apartment. Lips locked in messy and Feverous Kisses as you kicked off your sneakers.

You only pull away to lead him into your bedroom— you forgot about the mess you had made prior to leaving.

“Sorry about the mess,” you haphazardly kick some clothes from the middle of your floor.

“You’re rooms always a mess,” Nicholas jokes.

You gasp, “That is not true!” You playfully swat at him. He takes your wrist in his grasp, pulling you into his chest.

“That is extremely true,” He teases.

“How about we put those hip thrusts to use, hmm?”

It’s safe to say he’s shocked by your demand, “feeling bold, are we?”

You shrug, “I mean we came back here to fuck so…” you trail off.

Suddenly— Nicholas is ripping off his workout shirt, revealing his extremely toned torso. You’ve seen it before many times but never in this context. You waste no time mirroring his actions and removing your shirt.

He kisses sloppy kisses onto your neck. Your head spins and you run your fingers through his short brown hair. His hands go from your hips to your waist, squeezing. You push him towards your bed until he falls back onto your plush mattress.

“ What did you have in mind for tonight's workout?” his warm breath tickles your neck, making your skin break out in goose bumps.

You laugh softly at yourself—now is your time to shine. "I want you to use those strong hips of yours and show me a good time.” A playful smile tugging at your gloss-covered lips.

He smirks, "Well then, by all means~”he props himself up on his elbows.

You rake your nails down his torso, hooking your fingers into this pants— looking one last time for permission. He nods feversishly. You slowly untie his sweatpants— which already hung painfully low on his hips, a happy trail poking out from the top. As his angry hard cock pops out from his sweats you realize he isn't even wearing any underwear.

"Seriously dude? Going commando at the gym?” You wrap your hand around him before he could cough up his excuse, stroking him lazily.

He laughs softly, “don't call me dude when my dick is in your hand.”

"Don't give me a reason and then I wont.” You shrug, pulling your workout pants down eagerly before climbing on top of Nicholas— wasting no time you quickly align yourself with him and sink down. The stretch causing you to let out a pornographic moan.

His hands snap to your hips, gripping them hungrily. "Oh fuck!” He uses his strength to lift you back up his shaft.

You whine, digging your nails into his torso, leaving crescent shaped indents behind.

Your legs feel weak as he roughly fucks into you. You try to speak but all you can manage is incoherent moans and mumbles.

You arch your back as you yell out dramatically, the new angle making you feel heavenly. You're not sure how much longer you'd be able to last like this.

“Nick— I think I—” you cry out one final time before your vision goes white.

He rides out his own high before gently pulling you off of him. You whine at the empty feeling.

"Holy shit my legs are gonna hurt so bad tomorrow.” Nicholas gasps out.

"Then I guess were just gonna be in bed all day tomorrow.” you mumble quietly, pulling your blankets over you— the cold beginning to nip at you.

He hums, getting under the blanket with you, "I guess so.”

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Don’t work: @Nallasstuff @lilybellalana

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ghostfacesvalentine · 9 months ago

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You’re no good for me - Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight itsy angst/kinda unrequited love/loneliness

Type: One shot/Blurb

Request: the fake relationship trope w Patrick bateman needs to be a fic RIGHT NOW 😩😩

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: Based off the song “Diet Mountain Dew” / Fake relationship trope

Notes: This started off so Lana coded, but it did finish abruptly since it’s kinda like a tiny one shot/blurb. I just wanted to write something. Let me know what you think! No I didn’t proofread are you nuts

Word got around fast about the breakup between Patrick and his fiancée. Not that it was anything tragic to either party, but appearances were everything.

A playboy like Patrick was hard to keep up with, of course you made your attempts, gathering outfits that flattered you, experimenting with different styles of hair and makeup in hopes that you’d find your niche.

More like find Patrick Batemans time of day.

You weren’t even sure if they had finished splitting up by the time he approached you, one Thursday afternoon. Nothing about his character was subtle, not in the way he talked at least.

“Y/N. I have a proposition for you.” His attention catching you off guard.

He always spoke in a matter of fact, especially with you, never in a rude way, just maybe overtly confident. Whatever it was, always made you feel weak in the knees.

You daydreamed about him shamelessly, the way his lips curved into a tight smile after his sentences, the manner in which the air surrounding him gave a vague smell of his cologne. Patrick was used to the prolonged looks, but there seemed to be a sincerity in your eyes.

Patrick was talking but you weren’t listening, instead your eyes adapted to the shape of his jaw, the glistening cheekbones, all carved by his slick back hair and gently brushed eyebrows.

“Y/N” He prayed out loud.

Your dreaming cut short, now looking at him in an embarrassing manner. “Sorry.” You mumbled out, eyes dropping down to his glossy shoes then away towards the floor to ceiling windows.

“Could you do that for me? I’ll pay you for any inconvenience that comes with it.”

It was only then when you realized how much you really weren’t listening. Your eyes then braved enough to look at his own, chocolate delicacies that mirrored nothing. Patrick was handsome, there was absolutely no doubt about that, yet he never emitted any warmth, even as the back of his hand reached to trickle along the curve of your cheek.

“Yeah, of course, uhm. What do you need exactly?” You feigned the urge for clarification.

“Dinner. I need you to pretend we’re seeing one another. Again, if it’s not something that you’re interested in-“

You cut him off almost too quickly. “I’m there.”

And you were.

Both propped up in a two person table at the most exclusive restaurant in the city.

You weren’t sure if it was the booze or the simple privilege to have Patrick’s eyes on you, even if it was a little white lie. You didn’t have to fake much and you tried to push the idea of Patrick feigning his interest in you.

There were eyes on you both, of course there was snarky comments of rebounds and those wondering out loud if you were the reason his engagement was no more.

Patrick relished in the moment, the gossip definitely boosted his ego, too much for his own good. You, however, were just happy to hold his cold hand in public.

You didn’t have to fake much, you watched him in the most endearing way and though you weren’t old money, you gave Patrick the upper advantage of having your full attention on him when his business friends couldn’t pay anyone enough to keep their eyes on them.

Something about the attention you devoted to him openly only made him more desirable. You almost didn’t care for the bottle service he ordered for you both, nor the tasty delicacies that petrified his diet.

This somber ask of his made you feel like the stars were aligning for you and you were enticed to keep up with the facade.

It quickly became a habit, date night once every Friday became every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Then he would make sure those who had interested thoughts, would see you leave his apartment or him leave yours.

You never did anything other than “enjoy” each others presence. Mainly hearing about his day, drinking some of whatever he had, but mainly listening to his rambles about how he viewed those around him.

As the weeks morphed into months, the kisses you were over the moon to give him while his past interests were watching, now became more painful than before. You never took any money from him, much to his offense, yet he always made sure to give you the best time he could offer you.

Sometimes he would go the extra step to send you flowers, all to “keep up with appearances” but when you crawled into your cool and oversized bed on your own, reality would struck your heart.

You spent too many nights curled up in the corner of your bed while you knew Patrick was delightful to stick to his bachelor routine.

Much to his dismay, you started to get sloppy with your actions. It was a few months into your lie that your eyes began to wander. It started with the longing, seeing other couples who seemed genuinely interested with one another, sharing casual touches and warm feelings.

The ache had you thinking about the men who appeared affectionate, your eyes lingered longer than Patrick had been used to.

Clearing his throat caught your attention again, a fake smile crossed your face. “Of course, whatever you say.”

It was not the response he was looking for and it didn’t take long for him to see what caught your eye. “Really Y/N? He hasn’t made half of what he made last month, I have no idea what he’s doing here. Enjoying what he has left while he can I guess.” A malicious laugh spurred across the table from Patrick.

This time it came with an unsure gaze, worried that someone would be better than him.

“Hm?” You replied nonchalantly.

“Oh yeah. I know.” You soothed, your hand no longer reached for him, rather than to trace the curves of your fork.

You didn’t intend to make him feel small, but if you were being honest, his lack of interest in you began to mirror you. He was still as gorgeous as ever, yet when the doors were closed, it was hard to not long for a man who would kiss you when no one was looking.

Patrick didn’t understand what was happening, he didn’t understand why you were starting to decline in your part of the deal. He found himself competing more aggressively this time with those in the environment again, in this case, for your eyes.

You excused yourself to the bathroom, for the first time, you wanted to go home early. You didn’t even have to use the bathroom, you just wanted some space from him.

A hand latched onto your forearm, halting you from the entrance to the hallway where the bathrooms were. You looked back to see a handsome man in a white button up with a rag hanging from his side pocket. A glistening smile greeted your confused face “Hey, I’m sorry I just wanted to let you know that dress really brings out your eyes”

Before you could respond, you watched as he was gripped by the shirt and shoved to the side away from your sight. You tried to look for the waiter before you felt a frigid hand pull you by the wrist towards the entrance.

Your shoulders relaxed when you noticed it was the familiar figure of Patrick. He was furious.

“Y/N. I’m sorry- I was under the impression that we had an agreement.” He scolded as he let your wrist go when you made it to the sidewalk beside him.

You watched him blankly as he appeared to throw his tantrum. “Nothing even happened Patrick. You already made your point with your friends, I can’t keep up with this. I want to have my own person. My real person. I don’t want to scare others off because I have to pretend to have something going on with you.” You breathed out what was weighing heavy on your chest.

He almost couldn’t believe how you felt. He didn’t even know how to decipher what he felt. Deep down he knew what you meant, yet he didn’t care enough to let you go easy. “If you couldn’t do it in the first place, you shouldn’t have agreed.” He scolded again, roughly running his hands through his slicked back locks desperately.

“Well I don’t want to do it anymore.” You admitted. Patrick stared right through your eyes lacking of any expression. He’s never had to decipher his own feelings, how the hell could he figure out that what he was feeling was jealousy?

#patrick bateman x reader #patrick bateman imagine #Patrick Bateman one shot #patrick bateman

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trendywaifus · 2 years ago

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Stelle nsfw and sfw headcannons…Pleasewe

ye ye!! since you two buds said please-

— aaa being in a relationship with stelle is a ride. she’s so pretty and weird that you even wonder how someone like her exists. oh well, you ain’t complaining. despite her weird traits, when it comes to you, she’s protective and almost always seen by your side! she’s like a cat y’know?

— stelle flirts but it’s..pretty random? i feel like she doesn’t know how to be romantic all like that but tries her best in unintentional silly ways. like one time, she shows up at your cabin door in the middle of the night with a rose in her mouth casually asking to be let in. if you’re wearing an outfit that she never seen before and likes it, she’ll stare at you for the longest before commenting how good you look. she’ll prob say “ your butt fits nice in those pants, can i touch?”

— the way stelle looks at you whenever you’re around is adorable. march describes it as “a happy puppy who’s happy to see its owner! “

— def touch starved. every chance she gets to cuddle with you, she plops on top of you like a dead fish and now she’s apart of you. stelle’s pretty strong so if her arms are wrapped around you. . .good luck! also, please give her forehead kisses, it makes her all puddy inside and her love-sick grin is just precious.

— her kisses aren’t bad at all. they’re languid but a little sloppy since she’s ofc inexperienced. she’ll kiss you like that before and after missions, and in the heat of the moment like after a chase or fight; it grounds her.

— there’s a few times where stelle randomly suggested on making out with you behind a building during a mission and you just look at her like she took a dive in one of the trash cans on a street.

— you know that one idle when stelle is playing on her phone? yeah, imagine her challenging you to play with her and you almost always beat her. when she finally wins, for some reason she’s smug? like you’re sore loser, why so smug? she’d be the type to ask for a rematch and try to make you lose by casually using cheesy pick-up lines or making some random jokes that’s weirdly funny.

“ wow, i’m first place, again. “ you laughed, taking delight in seeing your girlfriend’s shoulders sag in defeat as she frowns at the sight of 2nd place in front of her name. “ losing in mario kart mobile is depressing, i know. it’s a skill issue though, the game’s easy. “ you shrugged, tucking your phone back into your pocket.

“ . . . .your mom. “ she mumbled.

your head whipped towards her, a look of surprised etched on your face. “ wh-what did you just say? did. .did you just make a mom joke, stelle? “ stelle clears her throat, golden eyes twinkling with mischief, she smiling cheekily, “ no, i obviously said good game, (name). “

nsfw

— stelle’s a service top and bottom so basically a switch. she prefers top though because she enjoys pleasing you. that dazed expression on your face; it’s almost like you’re seeing stars, she’s so enthralled by it. she’s so obsessed with the way you moan her name, she does whatever means necessary to hear your voice like a broken record in her ear.

— pervert! stelle is real. she’s sneaky with it, if you’re in the shower, she shamelessly undresses and invites herself. you won’t really realize she’s there until you hear the sliding door creak open and soon after, wandering hands makes theirselves known on your stomach then travels downward; hair ticking against your neck. she grins when you say her name in a breathless voice.

— she likes to touch herself and goes off at the mere thought of you alone. even when you’re asleep beside her, she can’t resist the urge in fingering herself while watching you sleep. she’s fine in relieving herself like this and doesn’t wanna wake you up. but sometimes, she gets a little too loud. is it on purpose in hopes of you waking up to help her out? maybe.

— i can imagine her throwing you a suggestive glance as you travel your fingers up her skirt from under a table, wandering a little too close to her cunt. she spreads her legs a little more, silently inviting you to go farther.

#honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #honkai x reader #stelle x reader #honkai stelle #hsr x reader #hsr imagines #honkai star rail imagines

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snoozisworld · 1 year ago

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Kung Lao Headcanons (SFW & NSFW)

A/N: I love kung lao so much im gonna explode. i hope i did him justice cuz hes been my fav since mk9

SFW:

Talks/brags about you a lot whenever he hangs out with Raiden and friends. Johnny has to cut him off every time just so they can get him to talk about anything else.

Refuses to eat out now that he's met you. "Why do we have to waste money on restaurants when your food is soo much better?". You're totally welcomed to slap some sense into him.

Tells you he doesn't like when you touch his hat, but secretly loves seeing you wear it. Whether it's because he finds it funny how much bigger it is on you or because he loves that you admire his weapon choice.

Will purposely go shirtless while sparing if you're visiting him at the Wu Shi. Swears it's not because of you but Raiden and literally everyone else says otherwise. (Not that you're complaining)

Loves the beach. Owns a surfboard but no longer knows how to use it (Surfed when he was younger but now the Wu Shi takes up too much of his time)

ADORES when you dress up for him. The fact that you were thinking about him while picking out a hot outfit? He's getting down on one knee as we speak.

Shamelessly checks you out. Everywhere, at any time. I don't fully believe he even knows what shame is.

Would pay for you to become his personal hair massager. The feeling of your nails on his scalp, the little kisses you leave on his head every now and then, loves everything about it. Quickest way to get him to sleep.

Heavy sleeper. Like HEAVY heavy, scares the crap out of you 8 times out of 10.

"Babe, the ice cream truck is here" *sigh* "Fine go get my purse"

NSFW:

The type of dude to say he doesn't like condoms cause they're "too tight". Will wear one if you ask him to regardless.

He sweats a lot during it. Its almost as impressive as it is incredibly hot.

Has the stamina of a horse. Round 2? No, round 47 baby buckle up.

Doesn't think to deep about positions, but if he had to pick favorites it would be either doggy style or cowgirl.

You thought he was cocky normally? You haven't seen nothing yet. This guy will tease you so much it will probably be your cause of death.

DO NOT wear his clothes around him. It drives him absolutely nuts and unless you want to forget how to walk, choose your battles wisely.

(IN MY OPINION) Is not a fan of toys. Especially dildos, no silicone replacements around here partner, he wants to be the only one for you.

Is down for practically whatever as long as he gets to fuck. Whenever, wherever, doesn't matter, just say the word and he's in.

Marks you up literally everywhere. Especially in all the annoying, hard to cover up places. Gets a surge of pride whenever you give up on trying to cover up a hickey of his and just end up going out as is.

A/N: Thats it!! Again, feedback is always appreciated! Also about the surfing thing... I had a random thought about it and now its consumed me. Will definitely explore it in the future ;)

#kung lao x reader #kung lao #mortal kombat #mk1 2023 #mk1 #mk11 #kung lao x you #mk raiden #johnny cage #fanfic #headcanon #afab reader #gender neutral reader #amab reader #somebody sedate me

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sadie-bug345 · 11 months ago

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how long the gang takes to get ready for the day⛅️🌤️

i just know cherry be hogging the bathroom and she’s actually so real for that cause i do it too🥰

ponyboy:

he gives a nighttime shower guy

used to having two brothers to fight with in the morning so he’s honestly pretty fast

my guy hits snooze sooo much it’s actually crazy

so because of this he’s gotta rush to get ready

but at this point he’s used to it which is cool

we love an adaptable king

AND he always pulls up to school looking decent so 7/10

johnny:

ngl i actually don’t know how he’d be getting ready

he just spawns in wearing full greaser attire complete w a switchblade accessory ‼️🥰🤩🤪

but he’d probably only need like ten minutes but bro loves like a slug

he just ain’t a morning person AT ALL and that’s okay😔✊

he shows up looking kinda scruffy but that’s okay it’s for the vibe fs 5/10

sodapop:

he seems like the type to shamelessly hog the bathroom

pony and darry hate it sm LMAO

actually wakes up at a decent time so he can shower and get dressed and everything

he hates the feeling of being rushed so he’s got a whole set routine

but if he gets off the routine everything come crashing down and he ends up being like an hour late😭😭

8/10

darry:

early riser

probably cause of necessity yk he’s a working boy

but also he loves having the bathroom to himself for once and take his time

he also cooks breakfast so that’s kinda a way for him to wake up slowly

outfits are a little basic but he pulls them off so we know he ain’t wasting anytime deciding which solid black t shirt to wear that day😭

he is honestly goals 10/10

dally:

THIS MAN

he will claim so MUCH that he just wakes up and comes out looking perfect

but he self absorbed for sure

you cannot watch that beginning scene of the movie where my guy STRUTS down the street

bro really thinks he’s that guy😭💀

so yes, he does spend a solid amt of time getting ready, picking outfits, rings, the whole shebang

but if you bring it up you’re dead😔

breaks down if he has to share the bathroom and gives up

he needs his space ig? 6/10

two-bit:

my guy has ONE OUTFIT

different variations but the same outfit nonetheless😭😭😭

so that takes zero time out of his morning

his hair is super greased up so bc of that he probably takes a normal amt of time

honestly pretty chill when it comes to sharing a bathroom

BUT still hyper asf so there’s that

rip to anyone in the way of the fridge when he’s hungry for breakfast🙏

7/10 low effort but still eats

steve

probably takes a lot of time

and pony would hate it sm

those “complicated swirls” ARENT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART

or for those running late

lowk has a bit of a big ego so he puts a lot of effort into his appearance

loves him some chocolate cake for brekky

6/10🙏

THIS WAS FUN OK BYEEEE‼️🫶🤪

#outsiders hcs #dallas winston #the outsiders #the outsiders sodapop #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #steve randle #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #two bit mathews

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celestie0 · 6 months ago

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Girl I was balls deep in my attempt to make fanart for u a couple months ago

Like I had the reference pictures collated and I sat my ass down and picked up an pencil with the intention of actually drawing something after ages

cause basically I became a lil sad cause I felt like I forgot to draw bc last year in school I took an external art subject and it didn’t occur to me that doing a hands on subject through distance study wasn’t the brightest idea

anyway that fucked me over and led to me dropping and taking up fucking legal studies 😭

Even though I’m a bit more STEM based I can still fw the wordy subjects but not this someone pls save me why am I being assessed on the bi cameral structure of parliament

saur yh I’m super lazy as is with anything so that situation just put me off drawing and art completely

congrats to me setting every world record for yip yapping and going off track

ummm yh for context it was like my 10th read through of the kickoff chapter 6 scene that compelled me to collate a bunch of reference pics that ranged from twitter smut comics to bathroom sinks and eventually I gave up because anatomy is a bitch

I changed into a dress with the same type of neckline I think reader was wearing bc of the way it tucks under her boobies and I was this close to just shamelessly positioning myself in front of the mirror to make my own references

then ofc I got distracted by a half baked portrait of Rose from titanic that I drew when I was like 15 and ended up drawing a two hour long remake of the same picture

only for my friend to tell me it looks like Mary Shelly’s ghost

Should I know who that is

To be fair it looked nothing like her but I mean it was an improvement from thinking all my ability just went poof and I drew better when I was 15

never the less I was somewhat disappointed with the product and I haven’t drawn since

wait I wanna show u actually lemme try

https://share.icloud.com/photos/0edTRG9Tb54pRh9Qe5unszRrg

the Mary Shelly in question

do these links work I’m scared I’m gonna accidentally leak personal details or my whole camera roll lol

also IM NOT AN ARTIST don’t judge me peeps I’m just a girl idek how to drive yet

I feel bad every time I send an ask I feel like I’m force feeding u Ellie babes u have the patience and commitment of a saint

also OMG IF YOU MADE ART FOR ANY OF MY FICS I’D SOB!!!!

I want to 😞🫶 but alas prospect of fanart from me will most likely never see the light of day

that crack scene in ihm was tempting tho everything u write is just so visual

♥️ mwah my gorgeous gorgeous writer wifey

hellooo my dear PLS the ramble of this ask is legendary and i found it very entertaining xD

ouuu the dress that reader wears in ch6 of kickoff is actually based on a dress that i own, here's some pictures of it!! i'm curious if the dress you have is similar!! but yea this is the official outfit reference hahah

looking at it now it's kind of a mild sweetheart neckline lol n yea def tucks under the boobs very nicely xd i was actually gonna sell it on depop a couple months ago when i did a closet cleanout but i was like nahhh i gotta keep it bc it inspired that scene

taking your OWN reference pictures sounds so badass. and its ok babe it's the thought that counts haha <3 i feel u about the losing passion/talent in art thooo aaa i used to draw too but ehh hobbies fizzle

ahh i can't see the cloud photos :(( but anywho thanks for the yap my dear!! i ate it up. also side note but i'm so glad my writing comes off visual to you!! i always worry there's not enough description in my scenes so that's reassuring to hear. much love!

#spinster anon #in holy matriphony #kickoff #asks

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silversiren1101 · 2 years ago

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roots for moro!

OH FOR MORO! YES

roots: Is your OC's look inspired by any specific style of clothing or fashion trend? What are the roots and/or inspiration for their look?

Morolai has quite a FEW different looks and themes that go with them, and each can be charted with different points of her story. So I'm going to talk about her key/core designs first!

HAIR: The big, 80s-style XMen hair was the very first thing I put down to paper for her. I wanted BIG. PURPLE. HAIR. I can't remember the initial inspiration for it even, but I know I've loved Storm's older designs for so so long and LOVE THE HAIR. A lot of times when I make characters they already spring out of my head mostly formed, like Athena with Zeus lol.

CLAWS: Came immediately after the hair. Gradient claws/fingers/hands is SUCH a favorite design element of mine. I'd been looking for a character to do it with for a little while and my draconic bloodrager was the perfect choice.

EARS: Came later! I was looking for more ways to show off her draconic heritage that wasn't explicitly scales. Mino has scales, and as much as I love love love scales, I didn't want TWO heavily scaled characters (out of consideration for the artists I commission lmao). So, modifying her half-elf ears to be serrated and blackened like a dragon was the key here! I ultimately really like how they've come out.

WINGS: Also came way later! I didn't want her to always have wings. I wanted them to be a body-horror type event for her, representing how weird it is to spontaneously grow wings at like level 12 or whatever it is. I also wanted to lean more on her claw fighting-ness and one immediately thing loomed in my mind: Nero's deviltrigger form from DMC.

They come out the back and instead of a single talon are hands with claws, AND! They cling to his shoulders like a cape. I shamelessly borrowed this design for Moro but made them look more draconic to fit with her aesthetic.

Okay now for

OUTFIT:

First, Moro is a half-elf bastard in the literal sense: her elven mother had an affair with a mysterious man she thought was a fellow elf in Greengold. Unknown to her, he was a half-elf with a powerful latent draconic bloodline that skipped right over him, but still presented in mostly elven features. Her mother's husband put together that the child was not his after Moro was born in Kyonin, and to hide the great embarrassment to their family name [quite well-known and powerful politicians] they raised her as a servant. Moro was raised forced to clean up after her mother and half-siblings, knowing all the lavishness was just as rightfully hers--and something in her very being told her she deserved it.

As a young teen, that thing in her awoke, that black dragon who had been coveting that which was denied to her since her birth. In a moment of rage towards her not-father, she grew her claws and tore off his face. This was not a moment of horror for her, but of actualization and euphoria. She WAS powerful. She WAS deserving. She WAS RIGHT.

She was also a criminal, so she fled, but happily! lol

Her early look from the start of Kingmaker is very much that of a woman who is escaping repression: it's revealing and slutty and has so many design elements of all the things she's wanted and was never able to take for herself! A little hippy, a little boho, a little goth, a little refined, a little of a Varisian slant here or Ustalavic there as she starts experimenting with looks that are distinctly NOT Kyonin. It's out there and a little tacky and overdone in places! But this is a young woman who has been dressed in rags her whole life that has a DRAGON in her heart that wants more and more and more. She's got to make up for lost time with everything at once.

Her tastes are mercurial through the years as she becomes Baroness and then Queen of the Stolen Lands, though begin to take on spite and pettiness as her main themes. She will specifically commission and wear outfits tailored for her enemies as she meets them to get under their skin.

By https://twitter.com/eliskimm

Meeting Irovetti and Rushlight Tournament:

VERY slutty, very reminiscent of the pirate troubles and such throughout Pitax! Especially revealing to drive him absolutely insane.

Going after Nyrissa

Plants. Plants plants plants. "I'm going to wear you like a fucking ribbon after I'm done with you." Very purposefully selected to earn the nymph's rage and ire... I imagine she wore something similar when meeting with the Kyonin hunting parting for Jaethal, too!

Both above by https://twitter.com/bluepigart

QUEEN:

It's been years at this point. Moro is older and more mature. She's settled comfortably into colors like deep red and purple and black, but there's one major thing that lives through her design motifs: thorns and roses and flowers. Triumphing over Nyrissa, she's taken the dark floral motif as an aesthetic of her rule. Even her crown is made from the remains of Briar, and still contains motes of the nymph's sorrow and despair in it.

She revels in it.

By https://twitter.com/kitnkamoodle

One last thing - headband!

The main thing that doesn't change is her headband/hair-covering! When I made Moro's initial design, the big hair was the first thing followed by the ears and claws. I leaned on the lolita fashion for this, a little lacey bonnet type of deal, and decided to incorporate it into her story: it's like a cleaner's hair covering. She'd wear them all the time as a servant for the household and wearing a very similar but fashionable article there instead as a deliberate choice is like a personal fuck-you and reminder to herself where she came from.

(by https://twitter.com/korethefey)

Question from this post!

#oc: morolai valduin #kingmaker #pathfinder kingmaker #ask game #prompt game #ask prompt

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cloudi-bunni · 2 years ago

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Cause I’m a jealous jealous jealous boyyyy

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{how the boy’s will act when jealous}

{all pre-borderlands au btw!}

Tw:possessive behavior, Yandere behavior, manipulation

[Characters;arisu, chishiya, Karube, Banda]

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CHISHIYA:

• wouldn’t get jealous often but when he does it’s hard to tell

• he compares it to looking at window. He watches your interaction as if you were a lab rat. He wants to find one thing about the whole thing and focus on it.

•but don’t be fooled, that’s what he wants you to feel like.

•he does feel the green heavy monster weighing his chest, he just prefers to have you prove yourself to be his even if you aren’t dating

•I mean it’s a given you should know your his…it doesn’t need to be said?

•and if you flirt back he’s going to ignore you for weeks, last time he ignored you for a month straight.

•he hates it but..you made him. Why would you say that to a fucking pathetic parasite, when he was right there?

•”shuntaro why are you ignoring me ? I miss you…did I do something wrong?”

•he will just get up and walk away, as if you were nothing and then out of the blue he’ll start talking to you again.

•You don’t even ask why he ignored you , you’re scared he’ll do it again. You’re just so happy to have him back!

•loves knowing he has this control over you, he can do anything and just like a puppy you’ll come back and sense like nothings wrong.

•no one could control how you feel, how you act No one but him and he wouldn’t have it any other way

ARISU;

•his feelings are to hard to hide

•he compares it to watching someone pour paint over his masterpiece.

•he watches one of your friends shamelessly flirt in front of him.

•he just glared at them as he was Lost in his mind

• “oh you two seem close”

•you go on a rant on you two met, but Arisu wasn’t listening.

•he only payed attention when you just so happened to mention their address.

•his mind started planning

• When they leave he clings to your side, huffing at the thought that they may have been doing the same as well

•he feels like a dog trying to ‘mark’ his scent into your hoodie, letting his cologne ingulf you. He wants to make you his in anyway possible

• “They interrupted our hang out.” “Do you like them more then me?” “This was supposed to be our time”

•he’s only saying how he feels, he didn’t mean to get you worried. But oh when your holding him and apologizing, does he smile.

• after an hour of hanging with you he goes back home.

• He types the persons name and address. Would you look at that they had a criminal record.

• he couldn’t have a criminal get close to you, what if they hurt you?

•Arisu Wouldn’t be able to live with himself if that happened.

•so he did what any good boyfriend would do, he went into their house when he knew they would be there.

•hiding the body wasn’t hard especially not when he’s done this a million times before.

•he comes to your apartment talking about a movie he wanted to watch. With you, he smiles at how you snuggle up to him.

• You look so cute like this so peaceful, you had no idea your new friend was gone.

•when you do find out, he was ready to comfort you. Like he always does, he can’t bare seeing you sad.

•he just wants your eyes on him! And god help anyone who manages to take them off of him.

BANDA;

•wouldn’t call it jealousy, he calls it liking to keep what’s his , his.

•he compares this feeling to playing with his meal.

•he feels the need to prove himself

•usually he wouldn’t care but today was one of his days off, and he wanted to spend it with you. His future partner, he just can’t believe that they want to bother you two on such a day.

•sure you looked good in your outfit, you always did. But the pair of you, come by this cafe often so you talking like you were friends with this person confused him.

•did you know them? Did they know you? Cant you tell they’re flirting with you if you were such good friends? When did you meet them? Was it when he was working? He thought he had you on a leash you told him everything…are you gaining feelings for this insect? No no..he would have known by now.

•he hoped you were just oblivious instead, it made him feel more sane and in control. Yeah you were just unaware.

•” how about another date?”

•…..date? ….another?..he put the puzzles together, and was enraged, at you for ‘betraying his love’ at the person for not getting the hint. And at himself he swore himself this wouldn’t happen again. Not since LAST time.

•he will start to touch you, it’s almost impossible to tell he’s doing it to prove a point.

•he will start to touch your shoulders, letting the touches linger just a bit

•you don’t notice it but the person does

•if the small hints aren’t enough Banda is going to give them the nastiest glare ever

•well what he thinks is a glare, but in reality is just a blank look.

•works in his favor either way. They usually get weirded out, at this point.

•will ask you all about them , what’s their name, where they live, do they live alone etc

• “I just want to get to know your new friend.”

•the next day you come to him crying, the insect died randomly. You couldn’t believe just when you thought your love life was getting somewhere.

•he just wants to make sure your his…

• god help anyone who isn’t able to notice

KARUBE;

•gets jealous often

• compares it to a small noise that won’t stop

• he doesn’t hide what he’s feeling from the person tho

• “what do you want from y/n? Huh? Don’t act like it’s just being friends I see the way you look at y/n!”

•the poor person would stay away from you due to orders from him

•you just assumed it was because they hated you, you cried and cried

•the person started talking to you in private, still wanting to peruse this relationship with you

•the thrill of being secretive made you feel all giddy inside, always sneaking out to see them at night.

•the two of you would joke around, go from place to place, flirt

•you didn’t know that karube saw it all

•he knew exactly what time you came out to see them and knew exactly where you two would meet up

•he just watched , never doing anything. He didn’t know what to do, he wanted to come out and punch them but he didn’t want to frighten you

•that was until one day when they kissed you, oh was he pissed seething when he watched it happen.

•he went home throwing everything upside down, his apartment looking like a child has been home by themselves for a day

•he calls you the day after, wanting to hang out with you knowing you and your friend don’t hang out on this day.

•he grabs you phone when you go to another room

•he finds your friends contact and quickly types “hey are you free today it’s totally fine if not! :>” he thought it was adorablhow the way you texted was so predictable. Made it easier for him to act like you

•”sure! same time?” he quickly sent a yes, deleting the messages he waits until night when he finally bid goodbye to you

•making his way to a small cafe, and he gets in an alleyway seeing your little friend there

•karube can’t help but smile at the thought of finally getting rid of the thorn

•the thorns face morph from a happy one to one that looks terrified. Karube cant enough of that face ,

•“I told ya to stay away but you didn’t listen did ya? Just had to get close to my y/n..Don’t blame me for what’s about to happen I warned you”

•he only really has one rule! Don’t touch what’s his

#alice in boderland x reader #chishiya x reader #arisu x reader #banda sunato x reader #karube x reader #yandere #jealousy #manipulation #HOTBOYSBEINGJELLY #ilykarube

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sunshine-scented · 3 years ago

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Smut headcanons if Sun Wukong and Macaque pls? Their preference maybe? 🙏🏽

Oya Oya?? Kikiki aren't you a little sinner~♡

I'll make the reader a switch since you didn't specify what type of reader you wanted, hopefully you don't mind it ♡

❀ Eyes on me, only me ❀

: Smut headcannons

: sun waking, macaque x gn! Reader

: smut, obvi

Sun wukong

Okay, I'm biased, I see Wu as a bottom

Amped with the fact he's been alone for so long and he's touch starved fuels me

Plus, yes he's been around for a long time, we may never know if he has ever even bottomed before

And get absolutely addicted ♡

Pillow princess baby :(

Man's just moaning wide mouthed with drool coming out of his mouth cause you make him feel too good :((

Abuse his cock by overestimating him, Gosh he loves the feeling where you get all mean towards him

Loves his hair being pulled and used as a leash

Remember when I said to "get this man a leash" on my previous post? Yeah no I wasn't joking

Fuck him dumb enough and he'll shamelessly wear it as part of his outfit, proudly showing that the great sage belongs to you and only you ♡

Praise him and he's literally all yours

Gosh, praise always keeps him going, especially if it's from you

Now that he's got them, he won't stop until he proves himself worthy enough to receive such kind words, only for his beloved~♡

Aya but if you want him to dom you, he'll take it as a chance to show off

Deep thrusting into your hole balls deep filling your every part with his cock and beats on your g spot over and over again

Uses his fangs to bite your neck to hide the growing moans coming out of his throat, replacing them with animalistic growls

Loves to use your arms as leverage to pull you closer to him

Likes to pin your arms at your back just to see you squirm and scream onto the pillows

Aftercare with him is just you cuddling up together, also, expect a very clingy monkey whining for your attention the next morning

Who knows, you might have another round after you wake up ♡

"Mhh.. Just like that baby ♡ I want you to take all of me, every part of me. I want to make every crevice of your body and mold your hole into my cock~♡"

Six eared Macaque

Widdle switch baby

On one hand he's too prideful and thinks he's too cool to be subbing

Then on the other hand, he just wants to cling onto you as you fuck him silly :(!

When he doms, he likes to degrade and just make fun of you for succumbing so easily, saying of how disappointed he if the fact you aren't picking up much of a fight :((

Rough play is his main

Likes to touch and grope every part of your body, as if he's trying to memorize the very flesh you own

Whispers and bites onto your ear dirty things to you as he fucking you shamelessly

Gets absolutely feral by hearing your voice and sweet lewd moans echo across the wall, amped up with his heightened hearing and he's lost his mind

Can and will mark up your whole body with love bites, however he likes to bite your squishy parts, thighs, stomach, maybe your neck if he's feeling feral

Gosh when you tell him to move faster it just fuels up his ego, he's making his favorite person feel this good to the point that they're begging? Ohoho you're in for a long ride ♡

However, when he's subbing, it's an entirely different story

He's so pretty as a sub, his voice is so addictive, his face looks like an angel's, god when his body starts to shiver when he feels your hands on him ♡

Touch him all over, he wants you to admire him even from below

Loves it when you play and bite his nipples, makes him a screaming mess, especially if you're amping it up with edging

Unconsciously wraps his tail around you just to feel you closer to him

He grips the sheets so hard and literally starts arching his back towards you just to feel more of you

Please kiss him when mid fucking, loves it when you restrain his airflow just a lil bit by forcing your wet tongue inside his mouth ♡

Will eat you like his last meal, on his knees or laying down, he wants to taste you and he wants it now

Whiny whiny baby boy :((

God, aftercare with him is literally so wholesome though

You need anything? He's gonna get it for you right away,, unless you fucked his legs dumb, then that's your problem

"Fuuuckk baby,, fuckin me so good down there ah♡? Mhnn~ pull me closer to you like that, touch me, feel me, I want you all to myself tonight~♡"

Mmm, monkey

#lmk #lmk macaque #lmk x reader #lmk macaque x reader #lmk sun wukong x reader #lmk x sun wukong #lmk macaque x y/n #lmk sun wukong x y/n #sun wukong #sun wukong smut #lmk sun wukong smut #macaque #macaque smut #lmk macaque smut #monkie kid #monkie kid x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #lego monkie kid #lego monkie king

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atsumwah · 3 years ago

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miya atsumu is the type of man who still gets flustered when you flirt with him. regardless of how long yall are together, he still turns into a flustered mess if you flirt especially out in public

miya atsumu is the type of man who will shamelessly yell "i love you!" when he drops you off at work. he's aware everyone knows about your relationship so why not embarass you a lil bit? saying "i love you" back is nice and all but the real satisfaction comes when you tell him to shut up and run inside the building <3

miya atsumu is the type of man who will hold your heels for you. he always has an extra pair of shoes in his car if you ever feel like switching but if you're out he doesn't mind giving his shoes for you to wear and going barefoot for a while.

miya atsumu is the type of man who wears shorts a lot. at home, during practice, even when you're going out together, that's his go-to outfit. he has an infinite amount of them in his closet. it drives him mad (in the best way) when you wear them too.

miya atsumu is the type of man who will take a lot selfies on your phone. not just one or ten, oh no, his selfies can fit a whole other album. and it's all these unflattering pictures of him he'd never dare post to the public.

miya atsumu is the type of man who will cut you off with a kiss. like when you're rambling or nervous about something, he'll give a quick peck to make you pause and take a breather. or when you look too pretty for a date night out, he can't help but capture your lips and make sure you know what kind of effect you have on him. either way, it's a win win situation.

notes : been feeling kind of down this past week but this man is my comfort character so reading all the fluff in the tags made me feel better <3 i actually might do this w mattsun next huhu

reblogs nd likes are appreciated !!

#—hcs.#atsumu fluff #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya #hq atsumu #atsumu imagines #miya atsumu imagines #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x you #haikyuu!#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu reader #haikyuu!!

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khuzena · 3 years ago

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Hello! If you’re free can you please do a hc on Neon, Chamber, Yoru and Fade with fem s/o who likes to wear revealing clothing? If you’re not comfy with this kind of req feel free to ignore this ^^

Neon, chamber, yoru and fade with fem s/o who wears revealing clothing

Tw: a bit nsfw and fluffy

Omg finally I love this request and I'd be more than happy to write some hcs for you!

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Neon

The first time she saw you wearing a very revealing outfit, she swore she was about to die from blood lose.

When she's with you, she blushes intensely and tries to look away from you but it's really hard when you're always hanging out with her.

Over time, she gets used to you wearing revealing outfits but doesn't mean she doesn't get flustered when you tease her with your outfit.

When you guys are at public, she's really proud that she has someone like you and always looks out for you.

However, if there's some creep in public who's trying to harass you, neon is quick to threaten this man and she'd start spewing curse words in tagalog and threatening the person to fuck off or she'll zap them to death.

Nsfw*

When you guys are alone in the house, if you were to tease her with your outfit, she'll be a stammering mess but will slowly get less nervous and would kiss your collarbone.

She'd keep the revealing outfit on but of course cough cough would tease you; slowly discarding your outfit and if you try to squirm too much she'll start zapping you(you're not gonna die don't worry this is kinky shit) and continue making love to you again.

Overall neon likes your outfit 100384923393281/10 and she's a die hard simp for you.

Chamber

He'd stare at your outfit with no shame at all and when you point it out he's gonna say some snarky teasing reply.

When he's with you, he'll innocently trace his fingers on your exposed skin and definitely enjoys seeing you flustered.

Would be the type to gift you some (revealing) clothes on your bed and would put a tiny note saying: "since you like wearing these types of clothes, here. Wear it for me would you?"

If theres some creep following you, he'd give them the scariest glare and the stalker would shit his pants and god that took 15 years of that guys life.

Nsfw**

When you guys have sex, he loves fucking you in your outfit and would places hickeys on your exposed skin.

He'd tie your wrists and would eat you out; when he does, he enjoys watching you squirm in your tight outfit as he smirks at your moaning self.

Overall 54792/10 chamber will make you feel good but don't worry, if you're uncomfortable he'll stop.(your like his goddess lmfao)

Yoru

Man when you both start dating and you wore more revealing outfits around him, his nose was bleeding and he thought he was going to fucking die.

Definitely becomes more overprotective with you in public, he would glare at anyone who's staring at you for too long and would make you wear his jacket because cough cough it was 'cold'. (Mans said that once in summer)

He hates it when other people are staring at you, you're his to look at and love(worship) so who gave them the permission to even look at you that way?

One time, you guys were at japan and that place is notorious for creeps. Yoru noticed some asshole taking pictures of your ass and tried to grab you. He kept screaming at the asshole to let go and broke his fingers, telling them to fuck off.

Nsfw**

He's a dom and likes fucking you without your outfit, but if you were to wear stockings for him thats a bonus too.

As much as he doesn't want to admit, he loves quickies in public. Sliding a hand under some table and watch you squirm in your seat as his hands wander under your skirt.

Overall 38439284736529/10 he can't take his eyes off you and gets really overprotective but tease him once he might nut so be careful.

Fade

Like chamber, this woman won't get shy and would shamelessly stare at your outfit.

She likes seeing you with your outfit and would tell you how pretty you are for her and encourages you to wear more.

She would be the type to match outfits with you and do your makeup if you needed help.

Definitely doesn't give a shit if someone stares at you unless you're uncomfortable, if someone is brave enough to harass you, their life would be a living nightmare.

Nsfw**

Doesn't like fucking you in your outfit because it gets in the way and would immediately take it off.

Would tease you in public and tries to raise up your revealing dress by a little in some closet room somewhere.

Overall 29462/10 she just adores how beautiful you look in that outfit and would always compliment you everyday

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Holy shit I know this took so long because I was having writer's block and graduation day is like tomorrow and i had to prepare.

Anyways, I apologize for the delay but I really hope you enjoyed reading even if it isn't proofread, and thanks for requesting once again! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

#neon x reader #chamber x reader #valorant x reader #yoru valorant #yoru x reader #valorant fanfiction #valorant fluff #valorant headcanons #valorant smut #fade x reader

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ssahotstuff · 2 years ago

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Aaron Hotchner Playlist Collection 💕

I Found Someone by Cher here

Warnings: smut, age gap, oral, fem receiving, unprotected sex, alcohol use, cursing

Word count: 6k

Meeting your father's friends was usually something you didn't enjoy doing. They were boring men with wives that were too good for them, all into accounting or something mundane that didn't make for good conversation at the dinner table. You weren't sure what to expect when your father explained that his guest this evening was an FBI agent, a man named Aaron that he golfed with on occasion. Your mother was trying to play matchmaker, but you told her to keep dreaming; you couldn't help but be curious about the stranger though, eagerly awaiting his arrival.

"Now your father says he's a private man. He may not warm up to you quick," she warned, and you rolled your eyes, knowing you were the most lovable person on the planet and no one could resist your bubbly self, even a big, strong FBI agent.

You wore a shorter lavender dress and sandals, since the weather was cooperating. Your mother had repeatedly complimented your outfit, that's how you knew you'd done a good job getting ready. She was a tough woman to win over, but her idea that you and this secret visitor would hit it off was one she wasn't ready to shake any time soon. Your father had given you the go ahead if you were interested, because you were grown, and he said he was 'exactly your type' and that was an exact quote.

You had just started work on dinner when he arrived, your father inviting him to have a drink by the pool. You took a second standing in the bay window to admire him; he was your type. He was tall and broad, with dark hair and a strong, manly face. He looked like an FBI agent in his khakis and crisp baby blue dress shirt. You pulled yourself away from the window to focus on the meal you were cooking, your mother had abandoned you in the kitchen to see to her guest.

You checked on dinner which was nearly finished, all you needed to do was set the table. It was at this point the handsome stranger had decided to come introduce himself, standing idly by while you put plates in their proper place.

"Your dad tells me we have you to thank for dinner tonight," he shot you a dazzling smile from his spot by the door, and you gestured to the table, trying to make light of the situation.

"Mom means well when she starts, but she usually leaves me to it. I'm Y/n," you put out your hand for him to shake, noticing how his hands swallowed yours up, and it left your imagination to wonder as to what he could do with them. You wanted to scold yourself for being so shamelessly attracted to him but you couldn't help it, he was exactly what you wanted in a man.

"Aaron. It smells delicious in here. Is there anything I could help you with?" You were shocked at his manners, how helpful he was. He put silverware and napkins on one side of the table while you brought the food to the table. He made a satisfied hum as you sat dinner on the table and you took a moment to be proud that you'd learned something in the kitchen and could impress a man with your cooking skills.

"I'll grab your parents, if you want," he offered, so you poured the wine and waited on everyone to join you.

"Smells like the holidays in here," your dad chirped as he took a seat at the head of the table, Aaron taking the seat across from you.

"Wrong kind of bird," you'd made a chicken, baked to golden perfection with the right amount of seasoning and butter, hoping it was as juicy as it looked.

"Either way, it smells good dear. I don't know what I'll do when you move out," your mother not cooking was kind of the family joke—you always made meals, no matter who was coming over. Your dad loves your cooking and so did everyone else, you hadn't met a soul that complained yet.

"Starve or live off of microwave dinners," you shot back and he groaned, all while shooting your mother a loving look from across the table.

"Maybe you can still cook for me on Sundays," he was especially sensitive about you moving out and into your first home in a few weeks, his little girl all grown up and going out on her own. He'd helped you pick the house, deciding on a small, two bedroom home on the opposite side of town, but still close. You would only be five minutes away.

"Sunday dinner sounds doable," you bargained, knowing you'd be busy with your new job but the weekends were always free.

"Her apple turnovers are going to change your life," your dad told Aaron, making you blush. You weren't usually so bashful but your smiley guest had you on your toes, making you a bit more alert than normal.

"I can't wait to try them," he offered you a smile behind his glass, your mother tossing you a knowing look from her spot at the table.

"Tell us about what you do, Aaron. You're a profiler, right? Y/n took a couple of classes at the Academy," your mother beamed, hoping you'd have more than one thing in common with him. He explained briefly what it was exactly that he and his team did, how he was always on the road, and that it was a hard lifestyle to keep up with. He was saying these things to see how you'd react to the toll his job took on his personal life, if it scared you. You weren't the slightest bit intimidated, in fact, you would happily make your schedule work around something like that. You worked from home so it would be easy enough to manage a sporadic relationship, and you were more than interested in the man across from you.

"What do you do exactly?" He asked you, and you assumed your father hadn't explained to him.

"I teach homeschooled children four days a week, it's all on the computer so it's pretty neat. There are only 3 kids I teach regularly so it's a really personal experience," he clung to your every syllable, his gaze on you entirely as you spoke. You'd never felt so recognized; it was like someone was finally hearing you for the first time.

"When I retire from the field I think I'll teach at the academy," he told you, and it seemed that you had more than one thing in common—you could tell by your mother's perpetual happy face that she was excited the two of you seemed to be hitting it off.

"After dinner we'll show Aaron the pool table," your dad said, winking at you from his seat. You were the undefeated champion in your house, your dad had taught you well and you practiced nearly everyday having a table so easily accessible. It was your party trick, your go to at bars to hustle men out of money. You'd play dumb the first couple of games and then you'd sweep them under the rug, leaving them wondering how you did it.

"Something tells me I've been practicing the wrong sport," he was an avid golfer, and you went occasionally, if your dad asked you to. You hadn't been since summer ended, but if they were to invite you, you'd go, just to see Aaron play.

"Oh she's a hell of a golfer too. We should go before you move, take Aaron with us," he suggested and you agreed happily, knowing there was a white tennis skort in your closet that you were dying to wear in front of Aaron. It was long enough to wear in front of your dad but short enough to be rather scandalous, and what better way to tease the new object of your affections?

"I'm free this week," he told you, and so you all aimed for Tuesday, meeting at the country club to spend the day whacking balls around. When dinner was finished you stayed behind to help your mother with the dishes, Aaron and your father making their way towards the basement. Aaron shot you one final look before descending the stairs, a mixture of curiosity and anticipation on his face. Your mother was all giggles as you stood at the sink, washing as she dried.

"He likes you. I can tell," you felt yourself blush uncontrollably as you worked along side of her, trying to keep a straight face.

"He just met me, mom."

You had noticed his eyes on you through dinner, the way he couldn't pull his gaze from you no matter who was talking. He was more interested in your reaction to what was being said, or what you had to say.

"He gave you that look, and I know that look. It's the same one your father gave me," their age gap was similar to yours and Aaron's, which is why your parents were so okay with it in the first place. He was nearly forty, but you didn't mind—he looked really good for his age and it didn't intimidate you the way it might some women. You liked older men, preferred them in fact. He was right up your alley, as predicted by your parents.

"Don't get carried away," you finished up and joined your father and Aaron in the basement, your mom trailing right behind you. She poured the four of you a drink and you watched your dad and Aaron play pool; he was good, but your dad finished the game quickly, pocketing all of his balls first.

"Come play," your dad urged, giving you a chance against Aaron. You started off easy, making a couple of shots, giving him time to keep up with you. It wasn't until your third simultaneous pocket that Aaron started to get concerned he might lose.

"You're a lot better than I expected," he admitted as you won the game, your dad cheering you on from his chair across the room. Your game room was impressive, pool and air hockey tables in the center, a bar in the back, along with several loungers and chairs to sit in. You and Aaron played another game while your parents talked, but eventually your mom and dad went upstairs, leaving you alone with him.

"I know we're golfing this week, but seeing you again is at the top of my to do list," he said after taking a shot and missing, letting you have your turn.

"I'll give you my number and we can do something," you agreed, exchanging numbers before your dad requested Aaron's presence, so you followed him upstairs. They went out back by the pool, leaving you and your mother in the kitchen. She'd just put an apple turnover on a plate for you and then herself, sitting down at the table with you.

"Your dad sees it too. He wants you with someone who can take care of you," your mother explained, and you knew that as overbearing as they could be at times, they only wanted what was best for you.

"We're going to see each other again," you whispered, watching her gush with excitement for you, her hand on your arm.

"I hope you see him everyday."

You had been texting him nonstop. After he left your house, he sent you a message, and it was never ending after that—you always found something new to talk about, keeping conversations going for hours. Your phone hadn't been so glued to your hand since middle school when you'd first gotten one. You walked around the house with a smile plastered to your face at all times, feeling like a lovesick puppy at all times. He was just so sweet, constantly giving you compliments and telling you how he couldn't wait to see you again—it made you want to see him all the time.

You'd just closed your bedroom door for the night, climbing in bed so you could text him uninterrupted by anything else. His nights were spent clacking away at his phone, talking to you, and you loved being able to occupy such a large portion of his time. You especially liked that he made time for you despite his hectic schedule.

Instead of a text message, he was calling you, his name flashing across the caller ID, making you do a double take.

"Hey," you were surprised he was calling but you wouldn't complain about hearing his smooth, deep voice again.

"I don't know how you feel about calls, but I wanted to hear your voice before bed," he purred, making you sink further into the pillows, smiling to yourself.

"You can call me any time. Tell me about your day," you encouraged, and so he did. He didn't give you all the details, but he'd got to work locally the last few days, and he'd finished things up just in time for your golf day. It was tomorrow, and you'd had your outfit in mind for days, hoping Aaron liked it as much as you thought he would.

"I'm excited I get to see you again tomorrow," he told you, making your cheeks heat up even if he wasn't around to see it. He could reduce you to a puddle in no time, make you feel at the top of the world with his sweet words and kind nature.

"I've thought about it all week," you told him, his chuckle low and melodious on the other end of the phone.

"Me too. I was going to wait until tomorrow to ask, but while I've got you on the phone, I was wondering if I could take you on a date."

You agreed a little too happily, but you'd been expecting it in a sense. You knew you wanted to see him where you could be around him without your father and you were hoping he'd be a gentleman and ask you out instead of just asking you to come to hang out. You had no doubts that at his age, he was interested in something serious, and you could tell he knew how to treat a lady by the way he was always polite and courteous with you, making sure you were comfortable with him asking certain questions.

"Then it's settled. I don't want to sound impatient, but the sooner the better," you had craved a man that was all about you and it seemed as if you'd finally found one; Aaron was especially attentive, wanting to give you his undivided attention whenever he could. When he wasn't working, he was texting you, giving you updates about his day and asking about yours, or asking a question to learn more about you.

"Excited to see me?" You joked, and he hummed in response, making you eager to hear his response.

"I've been waiting to see you since I left your house. There's just something about you that I can't get out of my head," you were shocked to hear him so transparent but you appreciated his honesty. It had been a long time since you'd genuinely felt anything for anyone, and you'd given Aaron a spot in your life easily compared to other men you'd dated. Aaron was different; he was mature, he knew what he wanted and he wasn't afraid to tell you how he felt.

"I'm glad we're on the same page," you'd felt the same, the man had laced your every thought, making you feel like the most important person in the world with his sweet messages and desire to talk to you.

"Can I take you out tomorrow night? I'm off the rest of the week so any time I can see you, I want to."

You quickly gave him all of your free time, making plans to work twice as hard in between golfing and your date so you didn't fall behind.

"Tomorrow is fine with me. Should I drive?"

He told you that the two of you could meet at his house and you could leave your car there, that way you could come back to his place after dinner. You talked for a while, making plans for the week, just enjoying the conversation. Before you knew it, it was midnight, and you were yawning loudly into the receiver.

"Get some rest, sweetheart. I can't wait to see you tomorrow," you were anxious for the following day, nervous to be around him again. You hoped he still liked you after he spent more time with you, that he didn't get bored of you.

"I can't wait either. Sweet dreams, Aaron."

"Sweet dreams for the sweetest girl."

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"I can't believe you got a hole in one!" Your dad was still celebrating your triumph as you sat down for lunch; you won your round of golf free for making the shot, and they'd given you a gift card for the restaurant inside. You sat between your dad and Aaron, your eyes scanning the menu while Aaron's lingered on you. You hadn't missed his not so subtle stares all day, the longing looks he'd throw you when your father was taking his shot. He couldn't keep his eyes off of you, and the attention was driving you wild.

"You played such a good game today," Aaron told you, and your dad nodded in agreement, toasting his glass of wine to you as he took a sip.

"To you," Aaron clinked his glass against yours, his eyes lingering on your lips as you took a satisfying sip.

"What do you have planned for the rest of the day, Dad?" He was meeting your mother to shop in the city, which meant you could go home and work in peace with no distractions.

"Will you be home tonight?"

You shook your head, and he didn't press the issue, he didn't ask any invasive questions like your mother would have. He trusted your judgement, although he'd ask you everyday if you'd be home for dinner so he knew whether to make it a date night and take your mother out. You were going to miss them when you left, but your boxes had been packed for a while, and you were excited to start a more independent chapter of your life.

Your dad spied a friend across the restaurant and went to say hello, leaving you alone with Aaron for the first time all day. His hand brushed the fabric of your skort under the cover of the table before cupping your knee briefly.

"Did you wear this just for me?"

You nodded, blushing like mad as he smirked back at you over the rim of his glass. His lips were perfect, the most gorgeous shade of pink you'd ever seen, and his smile was something to be treasured. It was rare but you were getting to see more of it, and you adored it.

"I have another outfit for dinner though," he leaned forward slightly when he realized your dad was preoccupied, whispering low enough that only you could hear.

"You won't be home tonight, so I'm hoping that means you'll be with me?"

You took a sip of your water, needing to cool off. You hadn't thought about it when you told your dad you wouldn't be home, but you'd kind of hoped Aaron would keep you out late, or you'd just end up staying with him.

"Is that what you want?"

He nodded happily, sitting back as your food was delivered to the table, your dad rejoining you. The rest of the meal was spent reliving the victory on the course, your dad as happy and proud as you'd ever seen him. You knew he wanted to make the day a special one since you'd be leaving soon, but you'd already planned to make golf days with your dad a regular thing after you moved.

You all parted ways and you went home to work, not stopping until 6 when you needed to start getting ready. You fluffed your hair a bit, deciding it still looked good and slipped on a tight, baby blue dress, your bra and panties matching it. You were applying some lip gloss when he called you, obviously happy to hear your voice.

"I'm so excited to see you, sweetheart."

"I'll be ready in like, ten minutes," he was glad you were ahead of schedule so he sent you his address and it looked oddly familiar, but you couldn't quite place it. You promised to head over as soon as you got off the phone, so he let you go.

The reason his address seemed so familiar was because it was two streets away from the house you'd bought, so you'd live in the same neighborhood. You pulled up to his house and he met you at the door, his eyes trailing over you without abandon as he pulled you in for a hug.

"God, you're stunning. Look at you," he rasped, leaning back so he could take you in. He looked incredible in his black slacks and navy blue dress shirt, and you made sure to tell him so.

"You know that house on Orchard Street with the for sale sign is mine," you told him, his eyes going wide as he led you to the car.

"You mean you'll be a minute away from me all the time? I'll never get anything done," he helped you into his car and shut the door, joining you at the wheel. He let you control the radio as he drove you to a restaurant uptown, it was romantic and quiet, just how you preferred it. He took your hand and led you inside, the two of you ordering water instead of wine. You wanted to go into the night with a clear head, just in case you had to make any hasty decisions.

"I'm so glad you let me take you out. I would've done it sooner but work makes things, well, difficult," he was secretly terrified that his job would scare you off, but you took his hand from across the small table, lacing your fingers through his.

"I can live with difficult."

You didn't stop talking until dinner came, and even then you found things to talk about. It was so easy to speak to him, he was letting you in a lot easier than you'd originally anticipated. He was quick to tell you anything you wanted to know.

"I figured after this we could watch a movie at my place. I made brownies just for you. I remember you said they were your favorite," you'd had a brief discussion about baking a few nights ago when he complimented your apple turnovers, but you hadn't expected him to remember, but he did.

"Are you always this sweet, or is this just for me?" It was his turn to blush, leaning toward you to brush your hair over your shoulder.

"There's just something about you. I don't know what it is," for a moment as his eyes reflected back into yours, you could see a future with him. It was easy to imagine a life where you made yourself available to him and in return, he treated you like royalty. You could see it as clear as day when you looked into his eyes, and it made you want more of him, just like that.

"I feel it too."

By the time you made it back to his house, he was giving you a t-shirt to change into, which hung off your body just as your dress had, hitting the middle of your thigh. You could tell by the way he stared you down as you climbed into his bed that he'd wanted to see you in his clothes; it was possessive for him, like now that you'd worn his shirt, you'd always belong in his clothes.

"You find us something to watch while I change clothes," he excused himself and you browsed the channels, settling on a scary movie that had just started. He saw what you'd chosen and turned out the lights, climbing in bed next to you. Your nerves had completely disappeared and was replaced by a new feeling entirely—you wanted to get caught up in him, give yourself over to him if he'd allow it. You were half naked in his bed, hoping and praying he acted on it.

"Can I come a little closer?" His voice was like silk in your ear, and instead of responding, you moved into him, letting him drape his arm around you. His free hand was in his lap as he set his focus on the tv, but you could tell by the frequent glances in your direction that his mind was somewhere else entirely.

"You're effortlessly beautiful, do you know that? Not many people can look like this just sitting to watch a movie," his hand met your shoulder, squeezing lightly as you turned to face him.

"I really like the way you make me feel," he moved a little closer, pressing a kiss to your shoulder through your shirt, but it still made you tingle all over.

"I want to make you feel good, all the time," he promised you, his head in the crook of your neck as his lips met your skin, featherlight and delicate, but it set you on fire, making you clamp your thighs together. His hand met your thigh, his fingertips pressing gently into the doughy flesh as he let his lips linger over yours.

"Kiss me," you pleaded, rewarded by his mouth meeting yours. It was everything you hoped it would be; his mouth was urgent and needy, his tongue dancing against yours as he brought you to straddle his lap. You could feel your panties, slick and sticky with arousal as you sat on his lap, his hand snaking between your bodies, creeping under your shirt.

"Can I see you, pretty girl?"

In a second you were tossing his shirt over your head, letting him look at you in your matching set as his hands wandered over every inch of you, stopping in the middle of your back to unclasp your bra. His mouth sucked a trail of kisses across your chest, taking each of your nipples into his mouth until they were stiff, tweaking them between his fingers as you tried not to grind against him.

"Gonna lay you down, sweetheart. Would it be alright if I taste you? I'll beg if you want me to," you knew by his tone that he was serious but you'd never make him beg, not when his eyes were darkening by the second as you climbed out of his lap and laid against the pillows. He made sure you were comfortable before he parted your thighs, examining the ever growing wet patch on the front of your panties. His fingers darted out to touch it, his thumb brushing your clit through the fabric, making you moan lightly. His eyebrow shot up and he did it again, this time slowly dragging his finger upwards with a bit of pressure, the sensation enough to make your legs shake.

"Sensitive girl, gonna have so much fun with you," his words went straight to your core, the fire you felt for him now an uncontrollable inferno, consuming every inch of you.

"Been dreaming about this since I met you," you told him, ducking forward to give him a kiss, his hands massaging your thighs, splayed across your skin beautifully.

"Mhm, I wanted you as soon as I met you. I couldn't stop staring—I still can't," you knew he only had eyes for you, he gave you too much of his attention, wanted you around as often as you could be. He grew tired of teasing and slid your panties down your legs, laying his head on your thigh, his eyes glued to your sex. His fingers slid through your arousal, making you sit up on your elbows to watch him explore your body. His fingers found your clit, rubbing at an agonizingly slow pace, making your brows pull together as you bit your lip, staring down at him.

"Already, baby? We're going to have so much fun," he was thoroughly amused as you came undone, shuddering under his gentle touch. His fingers flicked expertly at your clit, his thumb brushing over you lightly before he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your clit, peering up at you to gauge your reaction. You felt your mouth fall open as he did it again, this time swirling his tongue around your bundle of nerves. You let out a strangled noise that was music to his ears, because the kisses didn't stop, combined with the fluid movements of his tongue, you were whimpering his name in no time, gripping the sheets as he brought you to the edge.

"Tastes so good, let me feel you do it again," he slowed down dramatically, his tongue lapping at you at a more steady, precise pace. It was driving you insane, how quickly he could give you what you needed, his mouth moving against you like he'd always known what your body needed.

"Jesus, Aaron, your mouth is perfect," the words came out as a whisper, but he heard you, his lips curling into a grin as you went limp against the mattress, your head on the pillow, one leg tossed lazily over his shoulder. He was content, pleased to be pleasuring you. You were addicted to the way his hands gripped your thighs, pulling you further into his mouth as his tongue traced patterns on your swollen, sensitive clit. You'd had more orgasms than you could count under the mercy of his tongue, but he was sitting up, crawling on top of you so he could kiss you passionately, his hand cupping your face. He pushed down his pants and boxers, kicking them off.

"Are you okay with this, sweetheart? If you're not, that's okay," you pulled him forward, encouraging to slip into you.

"I don't have a condom," he groaned, but you told him you were on birth control, so with one final glance at you, he let himself slide into you, your walls stretching to accommodate his massive member. You let out a moan as he bottomed out in you, wiggling against him and he hadn't even moved his hips yet.

"Impatient, baby. Let me get used to you, feel you squeeze me tight," for a moment he stayed completely still, letting you clench around him as he throbbed inside of you.

"I love the way you feel inside me," you panted as you looked up at him; he began to pump in and out of you, especially slow, like he was trying to control himself. His eyes were barely slivers but there was a ghost of a grin on his lips as he buried himself inside of you, gripping him like a vice.

"You're so perfect, sweetheart. You feel so fucking good, my knees are shaking," he could barely keep his balance as he fucked you, struggling to stay upright as he thrusted into you, making you feel whole, completed. It was unusual that you didn't feel the least bit insecure with him; you hadn't had the chance. He made you feel like the most desired person in the world, it was hard to feel anything but wanted.

"Aaron, please," he sped up a little, the sound of his hips smacking your flesh bouncing off the walls as he let go and stopped holding back—his pace changed and he was pounding into you, making you cry out in ecstasy; you never wanted anyone else to touch you, only Aaron. You'd never been so sexually satisfied, and you didn't want to share him with anyone else. His thrusts were getting sloppy, his hips moving into you on a mission as his hands gripped your thighs tighter. When he finished inside of you, you held your breath at the sheer intimacy of the gesture, happy that he trusted you enough to do it. He kissed you hard on the mouth as he leaned forward to caress your face, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip.

"I can't get over the fact that you'll just be around the corner in a couple of weeks," he got up long enough to grab a towel, cleaning you up before he slid back into bed with you. You cozied right up next to him, feeling for his body in the dark. His hands found yours, his fingers weaving together with yours.

"I hope that means I'll see more of you," you'd be lying if you said you weren't already falling for him-it was inevitable, from the moment you met him.

"You want to see me again?" He sounded kind of surprised, like he hadn't expected you to be so eager to spend more time with him, but you were hooked; you didn't know if you'd ever be able to get enough of him.

"You're kidding, right? Of course I do. Unless you don't," you were scared for a moment that he only wanted you for the night, and nothing more, but in the darkness you felt his lips connect with your cheek as he settled in for the night.

"I want to see you as often as I can. Your dad invited me over on Sunday, he said you're grilling out and I can't miss that," it would be the last time you got to use the grill before summer was officially over, and it was kind of like your going away party since you'd be moving out the following day. Your dad had practically begged to do a cookout, as long as you agreed to cook everything. You were going to miss cooking for him, the little compliments about your meals that he'd always give you that made you feel special.

"I have a suspicion that they want us together," he chuckled, peppering your face with kisses as he rolled over, tossing his arm over you. Neither of you had bothered to get dressed, so your bare back was pressed against his chest; you'd never felt so secure, so safe with another person.

"Your dad told me the day I came for dinner that we'd be good for each other. I knew he was right by the time I sat down for dinner," he whispered, kissing your shoulder blade as he cuddled into you.

"He's hardly ever wrong," you yawned, his arm snaking under the blanket to wrap around your middle, his other arm tucked under your pillow. He seemed to be completely at ease in the bed with you, and it made you hopeful for the future, what you could be together; you hadn't expected someone to come into your life and flip it upside down so quickly, not when you were about to begin an entirely new chapter of life, but you were glad it was him.

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