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my packages finally all came in!!! iâm so excited omg omg omg
#alien blurbs#itâs a new bikini (lavender)#another pair of anti blue light glasses (round lens)#a pair of tights#and a new white button up shirt#so excited so excited ahhh
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ok last one for now, gnight!
#alt title: âJeans White Sneakers White Shirt Blue Button Up Soapâ#actually im a bit obsessed w/ jeans tonight cuz i bought a new pair earlier (no.. not what Soap's wearing here....)#they're wide-legged and they look saur good...!!!#idk what outfit i can pull with it yet BUT HOPEFULLY I'LL GET TO WEAR IT A LOT!!#my art#2024#call of duty#call of duty: modern warfare#call of duty: modern warfare ii#call of duty: modern warfare iii#cod#cod mw#cod mwii#cod mwiii#modern warfare#mw#mw2#mw3#soap#soap cod#soap mactavish#johnny soap mactavish#art#fanart#digital art#digital drawing#sketch#doodle#video games
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Okay let's try again.
Now that we have more info on who Rook can be, here's what I've been thinking I COULD MAYBE play as!
-I may just as well change it all up once the game actually comes out, but it's fun to design characters :)
-I'm rebranding a dnd character i had come up with, a gnome necromancer focused on healing and anatomy (I think they had the Keeper occult). Their name was Bianca so that can't fly in DA, so the name is still up for debate
-Adore the concept of the reaper subclass. What does that do? They have a scythe in their little icon so I HAVE to pick that. (I also have to because as a dwarf I still can't be a proper necromancer)
-You could say Cate, you never played a mage mc, you never played a qunari, just do that! And to that I say nay I wanna be a little guy. Simple as.
#as a side note i see emmrich's button up white shirt with the wide vest and the chains#i see the 1800 something Western inspo im not letting that go#new oc i don't know what to call em#rook#beesart#dragon age#dav
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hav used my birthday money 2 buy clothig :)
#+ leftover christmas money#i have bought a nice long maxi dress in a burnt orange that i will be able to wear in winter and summer :D!!#last one in my size as well i thought i was gonna have 2 pay full price but then it turned out it was half off#and then i got 2 long sleeve knits/tops one is ribbed and cream coloured the other is a turtleneck and dark green#which will look great with the dress#and then finally i got this super cute pale blue thick knit becuse ive needed more now autumn/winter is here#and i want to branch out into light blues/pinks more i look pretty in those colours#dark greens all oranges all browns warm yellows and light pink + blue are my colours#unfortunately reds are very much NOT i look blotchy in them. and any purples are a no go as well + lots of jewel tones#ironically the colours i dont look good in/styles i like but dont suit as much are the ones my best friend looks great in#i.e the black friday stuff at dangerfield the dark gothy stuff the punk stuff etc#i look good in blouses tho just wish they were better suited to having massive tits. because that is a burden that makes them less viable#rip that pretty white frilly button up i almost got my bust was too strong#OH i also used that makeup giftcard to get some new powder for my face and i STILL HAVE MONEY LEFTOVER ON IT#plus i got a bday gift no idea what it is but it looks perfume shaped (?)#im just so glad that with every 3-4 months i go out to get clothes i get a better grip on my style#lets me go back through my other stuff which i like but werent exactly me/never made me look the way i wanted#now i can either sell/donate them to someone who will enjoy them#like that holographic purple shirt i got and those overalls#that i got before i realise if i ever want to wear overalls/dungarees#i will have to make them myself because they are NOT made for hourglass figure tall ppl#they are made for sticks and they WILL bunch around your crotch and be annoying as hell
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đŒ FUCK HER, FLIP HER, BEND HER BACKWARDS !
â€ïžââ§âș...synopsis : the church always says sex for pleasure is a sin, and nanami kento is a man of the lord. but fuck, if his wife isn't worth sinning for. wc: 4.3k
â€ââ§âș...cw : n. kento x fem!reader, religious themes, traditionalist views on sex and marriage, loss of virginity, missionary to mating press, breeding kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, nanami loses himself in your pussy, slight cum play, dirty talk
â€ââ§âș...lunar's note : am i unintentionally coping with religious trauma? possibly but it is fun :33 anyways based of this! forgive me if my writing is a bit rusty, it's been a while but enjoy !!
the two of you have spoken about eventually having children many times, but knowing the steps it took...it kept you both pushing it back, knowing eventually you'd both be ready.
after speaking with doctors, asking for advice from the church, and having you grumble about the neighbors who welcomed a cute baby girl, the two of you figured it was time.
you did your best to act normal all dayl, trying not to seem to nervous or too excited as you went about your chores for the day.
it may just be an act to procreate, but...it's still your first time with nanami. you want it to at least feel special.
there was nothing in the bible that went against that, right?
well, you have plenty of time to overthink since it seems that your dear husband will be at work late. to pass the time, you wait upstairs in your shared bedroom, the TV on as a distraction.
you're so stuck in your own world that you don't even notice him in the doorway before he clears his throat, leaning in the doorway. "oh! hi, honey, welcome home!" you go to stand up, but he holds up a hand, making you stop before you can get up from the bed.
it's silent, aside from the noise from the TV, and you can feel your stomach flip in anticipation.
has...has he always looked that handsome?
he continues to stand by the door, still not making eye contact. "you said it...starts today, correct," nanami questions, focused on undoing the straps of his watch. it shouldn't be attractive, it's such a simple task...yet it has your stomach doing flips as you nod.
"mhm, my, uh...ovulation starts today." it's such a weird thing to say, it just makes everything feel so...clinical. but that's how it's supposed to be, right? those who use sex for pleasure instead of procreation are sinners, or whatever the reverend at the church says.
"mm."
slowly pulling it off, he sets the watch on the dresser before shutting the bedroom door
"good."
dear god in heaven, you think to yourself, struggling to swallow the saliva pooling inside your mouth as he starts to undress. please forgive me for such inappropriate thoughts about my husband.
he removes his suit jacketâblack today, it seemsâplacing it carefully on his desk chair, followed by his cufflinks and tie. his shirt is next, each button popping to reveal his strong, well-maintained physique.
you have to stop yourself from pumping your fist in the air for getting so lucky with such an attractive man as your husband. too busy ogling him like a horny teenager, you miss him undoing his belt before tugging them down and stepping out of his boxers.
once you do realize he's fully undress, you blush hard once he approaches the end of the bedâit took everything out of you not to stare at that...monster hanging between his legs, dear lordâand climbs onto it, making his way to hover over you.
his eyes roam up and down your body, taking in the pretty silky night dress you had on. Itâs a soft blue with lacy white trim with little intricate flower designs.
modest, yet sensual.
"this is new," he comments, voice low and sultry. you can't help but wonder if he meant to sound so...so...
you don't find the correct word for it, but this new tone lights a fire in your stomach that has your r thighs squeezing together just a little bit.
"well, i figured it was an important night...you know, finally popping our cherries a-and starting a family?"
it's a weak attempt at humor, your voice clearly giving away your nervousness. you just pray that he ignores it.
a soft hum leaves him, his fingers playing with the intricately designed lace trim. the idea that you want to make this whole ordeal special, that you want to give yourself to him wholly, and that you want to swell with his child...
it pleases him greatly, a small smile touching his lips.
"well, aren't you sweet, my dearest?"
such simple words, yet they relieve so much tension from your shoulders. you can't help but smile back before a little gasp falls from your lips when his hands start to lift the dress up. his hands, they're so big, so hot on your skin.
It's a struggle to remember that this is for the purpose of producing offspring and nothing else, but you try, you try so hard.
but when you hear the hitch in his breath at the realization you didn't have anything else underneath the dress after he pulls it over your head, it's hard to remember.
the thought just about completely leaves your mind at the way nanami, your usually put-together husband, looks so hungrily down at you, a look you've never seen before in those pretty hazel eyes.
his gaze lingers on your body for a moment, mouth opening before shutting instantly, preventing himself from saying something he'd likely regret.
calm down, kento, he reminds himself, taking a second to clear his mind. this is for the purpose of family, not sinful and carnal desires.
even so, he's drinking in the sight of you, unable to stop his hands from rubbing up and down your sides, the soft skin of you, his wife, warming his palms. all his.
"gorgeous," he mumbles, unaware he even said it.
the moment you feel his leaking cock brush against your leg, a thought occurs to you.
neither one of you has a single idea of how to do this.
sure, you both know enough about putting it inside and moving, but that was about it. is there something else you should do? things you should say, places you should touch to aid in the process?
they never explained the actual process of sex in church, and lord knows your mother and father would've keeled over and died instantly if you were to ask them.
'it comes naturally when god deems it your time' the reverend stated once during a sermon. you fight back a frown, realizing that man probably had even less of an idea of how to do it.
however, the feeling of his tip nudging against your slit rips a gasp out of you, bringing you back into the present.
"are you alright? you left me for a bit there," nanami asks, his brow furrowed in worry. if you weren't ready, he was willing to back off. he may want to fulfill this important aspect of marriage, but...not if you don't want it.
"n-no, i'm okay! just...wondering how all of this is going to work out," you softly reassure, giving a weak giggle.
he can't blame you, he isn't very sure either. but as the man of the house and as your husband, he didn't plan on letting you worry. he would do all the work, you just needed to lay there looking so pretty, so soft, so...he realizes he's doing it again, letting his mind wander to places it shouldn't.
"just...j-just relax, we will figure it out as we go along."
with your silent nod, nanami starts to push his hips forward, hissing silently when he realizes the wetness that greets him.
you were this aroused just from...talking?
the thought of scolding you for letting your mind wander crossed his own, but...it would be hypocritical when his cockhead is dribbling precum all over your soft mound.
you choke out a noise of pain when his cock finally notches onto you and starts to push inside. sure, your wetness helped get the tip and the few inches after it inside, but just that is already too much for you, and you're expected to take all of it?!
you do your best not to move, not really sure what you should be doing. you'd be a good wife and bear with the pain if you had to, your nails digging into the pillow under your head as you braced yourself for the rest of his cock.
but this is absolutely unbearable, how do other women bear with this and have 6 or more children?!
a flicker of concern flashes through nanami's eyes at the sound you made, and he stops moving forward. he may be a bit mean sometimes, but he wasn't cruel.
if you both are going to go through with this, he is not going to make you suffer and nor is he going to force you to endure a painful experience.
no true man of god would do such a thing.
"breathe, don't hold it in," he instructs, his voice somehow calm and collected. one of his hands laces with yours, hoping to provide some sort of comfort as his lips brush against your forehead. "i've got you, darling, the pain will pass, just...tell me to stop if it gets too bad. don't hold it in."
giving a soft nod, you try to match his breathing, your body relaxing and making it easier for nanami to slip the rest of himself inside, a near silent sigh escaping him. the tightness and initial resistance that greeted him nearly made him moan, his cock twitching violently inside of you.
something about the physical feeling and knowledge that you saved yourself for him like you promised years before you both got married sent a surge of possession and pride, knowing he has such a loving and faithful wife who is so willing to give herself up to him like this...he can only hope you feel the same knowing he saved himself for you and only you.
so, as a 'reward'âand totally not because he fears you'll strangle his cock off with how tight you areâhe's so gracious to you, not moving to let you get used to the stretch and feel of him inside, the room silent except for your matching breathing.
a few moments go by, and you should feel embarrassed when you feel slick drip out of you and down your ass. the realization that your dearest husband, one of the most faithful men of the church, is letting his cock soak inside of your hot cunt makes you whine a little, slick walls fluttering around him.
he's so fucked.
"a-ah...i'm going to move now," he warns, taking your sudden noise as a good sign. nanami shifts his legs just a bit before giving an experimental thrust, his brow furrowing as he slowly finds a rhythm.
the feeling of your hot and gummy walls is absolutely intoxicating, divine, nothing he's ever felt before.
this is what it felt like?
this is what he waited for?
fuck, it felt...it felt so good.
too good.
for you, the pain completely melts away, and you silently thank god and the angels above for giving you a merciful husband who is so kind as to wait for you to loosen up around him.
little do you know, he would rather kill himself than start moving when you're still adjusting to the pain and stretch.
his gentle movements make you all but melt under him, your eyes fluttering at the unbelievable pleasure coursing through your veins.
no wonder your parents preached about saving yourself until marriage, and thank the heavens you listened.
the very thought of feeling this way with anyone but your kento puts a bad taste in your mouth.
meanwhile, nanami chants prayers in his head over and over again as he tries his best to focus on the 'true' purpose for this.
the sticky, wet, and gooey sensation of your plump cunt sucking him, practically weeping each time he pulls out is just unfair.
the poor man, he's fighting so hard to maintain his composure, to not succumb to the base instincts that those soft moans of yours are beginning to stir within him.
"s-shush, darling," he grits out, hips still following his slow, deep pace. "don't...don't make such noises," he all but pleads, voice tinged with a huskiness that betrayed his growing need for you.
âi-iâm sorry! just, it...feels good, y-you feel good, feels s-so good,â you whisper, hands coming up to cover your mouth and stifle those sickeningly sweet noises.
but of course, that isnât enough because each push and pull of his cock stirs your drooling cunt, filling the room with wet, filthy squelching sounds.
nothing about this is holy, nanami thinks as he grits his teeth, hands fisting in the sheets next to your head.
look at her.
those soft, muffled noises are truly music to his ears, his pace morphing from the slow, deep grind into a faster pace as your soft body gives into the pleasure.
so wet, so damn tight around my cock., like she never wants to let me pull out.
"k-kento, y-you're goin' too deep, i-i can't be quiet, s'too much!"
messy little pussy, 's beggin' for cum, needs it, needs to feel my tip kissin' her cervix as i pump load after load into her womb.
he knows what that little voice is, and no matter how much he wants to claim that itâs the sound of demons pouring their sinful words into his mind, he knows that it's his thoughts, fueled by those dirty little noises that she can't hold back.
how pitiful, how sinful, doesn't she know she's going against all the teachings they've heard preached every weekend in their church?
doesn't she know she's giving into lust?
doesn't she know her pretty sounds are making his dick throb, painting her insides with his hot, gooey precum?
"hush, 'm not going to t-tell you again, you...you need to be quiet," he growls, the command lacking its earlier authority.
nanami also knows lying is a sin, and he's doing a damned lot of it right now as he tries to convince himself that you need to stay silent. after all, thisâthis is just a process of giving you both a child, just like you wanted, and nothing else.
but he's lying to himself.
he needs you to be quiet or else he'll lose it.
the poor man is barely holding onto his restraint, and these sweet noises pouring from your mouth aren't helping at all.
"y-you make this so difficult sometimes, my dear..." his voice is rough with need and desire, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor. "but, by god, you're...you're. absolutely. exquisite."
he punctuates his words with a particularly hard thrust, grinding his hips into you in a way that has the coarse hair on his crotch to rub against your clit. the pleasure it gives you is electric, your legs coming up to squeeze his hips as you try to grind with him.
his words, his simple praise only makes you hiccup his name, crying out louder as your watery eyes roll back as your needy cunt squeezed down on his fat cock.
you're such a sweet thing, trying oh-so hard to mute your sounds. each snap of his hips is all but driving you insane.
âi-i canât, ken, y-you donât understand, i-it feels so good, i-iâm so full! youâre pressing against all the good spots, kentoo, i-i love you s' much, b-but i can't!â
be a good fucking husband and do what you were made to, nanami kento.
his teeth dig into his bottom lip, trying to hard to ignore that temptation purring in the back of his mind.
the voice is so much louder now, echoing throughout his mind and muting any prayers or pleads to be mindful of the sanctity of this whole process.
fuck her. give her what she needs, what she deserves.
but it's too fucking hard, he can't his hips are speeding up, his strong hands moving to grip your thighs, unaware of how they start to anchor behind your knees.
breed your pretty little wife and give her a baby like she deserves.
with a deep groan, nanami finally loses all control, fingers digging into your supple thighs to push them to your chest and practically folding you in half.
this new angle has him openly moaning like a dirty whore, allowing him to plunge even deeper into your tight, gummy walls, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each and every deep thrust.
"k-ken, kenny, k-ken," you sob, tears catching onto your lashes as your entire being is assaulted by the endless pleasure your husband is giving you. he doesn't even look like your kento anymore, his pupils blown so wide that you can barely see the ring of greens and brown of his iris.
"f-fuck. 's all your fault, you know that," he hisses, eyes narrowing as he weakly glares down at you. but you can see the hearts in his eyes as he gives in to the pleasure.
his dark eyes bore down into yours, the wet plap plap plap plap of his hips slamming into yours almost overpowering his voice. "if y-you just stayed quiet like i asked, w-we wouldn't be here."
a little spurt of wet gushes out of you, making his fall forward into the juncture of your neck with a groan at the dirty noise it makes,
"god, i-i can feel it, y'know? can feel this sticky pussyâsuch a dirty little pussyâmakin' such a mess. saved it jus' for me, didn't you, baby? mmhmâfuckin' hell, 's tightâthank you god f' giving me such an angel of a wife." nanami is huffing nonsense against your neck, pounding into you with a force that has the bed creaking loudly.
if you weren't being fucked stupid, you would be worried he was about to break the bed.
"you can keep that pretty mouth of yours shut, b-but you jus' had to have the noisiest little cunt."
he's so mean, but it only serves to make you gush even more, the way juices pour out of you and only make the already filthy noises even nastier.
"she's talkin' to me, baby, y'hear it? i'm...i-i'm gonna breed you," he manages to whine into your ear, pulling away to press his sweaty forehead against yours.
his tongue, so pink and prettyâyou want it in your mouth, want to taste it want to feel it against yoursâruns over his top lip as he watches drool drip down the corner of your mouth while you nod brainlessly.
nanami's never felt so dirty, so unhinged, but it feels so right, feels so fucking good. he never wants to leave your pussy, never wants to pull out, this is where he belongs, buried deep inside you as his cock pumps load after load right into your tummy, giving you what you need, what you deserve.
"yeah? you want that? i'll give it to you, baby, promise, 'm gonna be a good husband a-and knock you up, gonna make you a mommy."
that has you keening, tears pouring down your cheeks at the pleasure it shoots up your spine. you know you're close, but it's different.
it feels different, feels too much, there's pressure you've never felt before from the few times you'd cave in and play with your puffy, swollen clit in the shower when you waited for nanami to get home from work to kiss you to sleep.
no, you feel like you are about to fucking explode. "ken, i-i can't, 'm gonnaâs-something's coming," you try to warn, your hands fisting in his hair as you tug and tug and tug.
the pull of his hair makes him moan like a slut, it sounds so fucking good. his eyes are rolling back before he rushes to comfort you, pressing soft little open-mouthed kisses against your lips.
you don't need to fight it, you just need to give it to him, give him what he needs.
"shh, shh, don' cry, y' look t'pretty, honey. l-let it happen, cum for me, i've got you, angel, cum for me s-so i can fill you up," he coos, his hips growing erratic as he feels your silky walls starting to fluttering around him, feeling you teeter on the edge of release.
he shifts, just barely, just enough to better position himself to fuck deeper into you. but that slight movement has his cock smushing against something soft and spongy that makes you sob, growing softer and more pliant under him, and you know you are done for as all you can do is wail his name.
"please, pretty girl, cum for me, show me how good 'm making you feel, soak my cock, c'mon, you can do it."
with a loud mewl that nearly has nanami soaking your walls in cum, you dig your nails into his biceps as you finally, finally cum. and you're right, it is different, your cute pussy squirting and creaming all over his dick.
the poor man is choking back a whine, eyes wide in shock as your cunt just gushes slick everywhere, clenching around him like a vice as you cum.
your juices are soaking his cock and balls, splattering against his lower abdomen obscenely. the thought of making you do that again crosses his mind for a split moment before the need to fill you up for being so good overpowers any other thought.
not giving you a break, he continues his unforgiving fucking, ignoring your cries and pleads for him to slow down.
"nonono, shh, shh, shush, you can take it," he coos against your lips, no longer caring if this was sinning or not. all he could think about was the constant squeezing and spasming of your poor overstimulated slit that was milking him toward his orgasm.
you try to squirm away, but the way he has you folded in half has you unable to do anything but accept his stupidly deep thrusts that make you swear you can taste his cock in the back of your throat.
"t-tha's it." he's panting, slurring his words, his fingers digging into the fat of your thighs. itâs so wet, so messy now, but he can't find it in himself to care.
no, all he can think about as he looks down at you is how you'll have that angelic glow as you grow round with his baby, and everyone will know you're his, that he knocked you up, he pumped you full of his cum, that you're his you're his you're all fucking hisâ
"f-fuck, honey, i-i can't..." his hips stutter as he does his best to maintain his rhythm, but his own release is barreling down on him. his heavy balls are drawing up tight as they slap against your ass, your juices still pouring out and soaking all of him.
"'m gonna fill you up, 'm gonna pump thisâthis sinful little cunt f-full of m'cum, angel, gonna knock you up, gonna have you drippin' with me, g-gonna give you a fuckin' baby, shitâ"
with a deep, guttural groan, nanami hisses your name as he buries himself as deep as possible, his hot tip kissing your cervix as thick, hot ropes of his potent cum pour right into your womb, hips grinding into you and giving little thrusts as you milk his cock weakly despite your overstimulation.
it'sâit's so much, he's still cumming, how was all of this inside of him? you can practically feel it sloshing around inside of you, and you whimper when you feel it gush out around his now softening cock, dripping down your ass onto the bed.
a moment or two passes, and he sits up, pushing his sweaty hair out of his face and looking down at you.
oh.
you sweet thing, you're an absolute mess. you have tear streaks down your cheeks, your lips swollen from him unknowingly biting them between the little kisses he was giving you, a pretty sheen of sweat on you, and...
his eyes trail lower to where his dick is still nestled inside of you, and it takes everything in him to not accidentally thrust his hips a little bit.
it's a creamy, sticky mess, a mixture of his and your cum seeping out your poor, abused pussy.
"o-oh. sorry, my love. i'm...not quiet sure what happened there. i apologize for such...foul language," he mumurs, his hand stroking your hip. "'s okay," you softly coo back to him, your eyes fluttering shut as you try to catch your breath. "i-i liked it..."
but you quickly learn you've married both a man of god and a curious, insatiable bastard who can't help but drag his cum all over your pussy, quickly finding your clit. and the reaction you give him is one he decides he likes, your hips canting up as your soft, oversensitive walls squeeze around his cock again.
"k-kento, that's nasty!"
all you get in response is a grumbling noise in his chest as it takes you weakly slapping your hands against his chest to get his eyes to snap away from your gooey, creamy pussy.
clearing his throat, he looks down at you, that heated look slowly creeping back onto his face. "perhaps we...we should try once more. just to ensure it takes," he states, doing his best to show some semblance of dominance.
but it's impossible when his hair is sticking to his sweaty forehead, his pupils blown as he gazes down at your panting form like he's about to devour you whole.
"after all, a...a big family is what god wants from man and woman, right? so we...shouldn't delay and keep trying." his hand trails up your side before finding its way to your breast, squeezing the soft flesh.
his thumb experimentally rolled your nipple, and the way your body reacted, a soft gasp of his name...how is he supposed to explain the feeling he's getting in the confessional booth?
"y-yeah," he gulps, leaning his head down. you can feel his hot breath against your tit, and you swear you feel drool drip onto your breast. "w-we'll keep trying. jus' to make sure w-we do what the scripture asks."
may god forgive him for being such a fucking liar and a damned bad one at that.
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feel almost neurotypical today.... i got a ton of shit done in succession with like almost no thought.... scary....
#feeling really good today#also the white button up shirt w/ rolled up sleeves gender euphoria#hooollly#ALSO ALSO im trying this new cream cheese its onion and chive#i like onion and sour cream a ton its like my 3rd favorite flavor so i decided to get adventurous and try something similar!#its pretty good thoufh im a strawberry truther lol#ALSO ALSO ALSO#listen to âvelocity : design : comfort its a really good 1hr20min electronic album#correction#1hr15min lol#either way im crediting it with my productivity today! i havent even touched stardew after my 2-3 hrs this morning ^_^'#its good listen to it#AHHHH WAAIITTT NOOO do i still have homeowkr#no thank fuck#okay im done writing my paragraph of text#its my favorite activity#to write paragraphs in places paragraphs should not be#ribsy rambles#<- deserves it#my use of that tag is sooo sparatic sorry all ribsy ramble fans
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knuckle velvet
synopsis. he walks you home, then lets himself in.
pairing. logan howlett x f!reader. tags. [18+] dubious consent, vaginal penetration, female receiving oral sex, spitting. honey don't feed it, it'll come back type beat.
Some deep part of Canada, where everything was white. Snowstorms that swarmed through the sky, and the only warmth you could find came from the bottom of a bottle.
The wood floor of the sticky bar you worked in was soaked from frost covered boots â haphazardly scraped across the welcome mat, owners preoccupied with getting their first drink than keeping the place tidy.
You existed there, behind the bar that patrons lent against, like a metal cage with leering onlookers. They paid in drinks, but you took the money home as tips, your warmth stoked in a fireplace.
How youâd ended up there in that forgotten part of the world, you didnât know.
Perhaps youâd followed a narrow path, one strung out with thorns and rubbish, but the money was okay.
When it got slow, and there wasnât much else to do, your boss let you read a bit, too, while you sipped on your endless supply of Coca-Cola.
At the end of your shift, your teeth were fuzzy from all the sugar.Â
An easy existence, but some nights, the patrons got too friendly.
They were fresh off their trucks, looking for some place warm to bury for the night, but you werenât offering.
So, youâd peer at them, watch them make a fool of themselves as they spewed putrid words in your general direction â alcohol and lack of sleep causing the floor to sway from beneath their feet.
It was always the new boys who would try it.
Risk it all for a chance between your thighs, unaware of the hound sitting at the end of the bar, nursing a whiskey and a vendetta.
The first time he fought for you, the air had changed. Gone cloudy with the chance of a brawl â that sixth sense that all bartenders have switching on.
âLady said no, ainât she?â he bellowed from across the bar.
The voice thick with smoke and alcohol, you recognised him as the guy whoâd been drinking whiskey all night, but he was as sober as a nun. No stumble to his step, or slur to his cadence, either.
He was built like an oak tree. You noticed when you served him. Slid him his drink and gazed at the sheer bulk of him. At the weathered, handsome age to his face, to the spray of grey in his brown hair.
His thick arms were snugly buried under a button up shirt, and you didnât see, but rather imagined, the way his muscular legs were stuffed into jeans, and the way his size 12âs rested against the hardwood.
His eyes though, were hiding something. Milky brown concealing his curiosity â easily done with the hard panes of his face.
You imagined letting him take you home, and you thought about being friendly, before a whisper in the back of your cranium told you to back off.
Perhaps safer.
You didnât know where this man had come from, let alone where heâd been. So, you continued to serve him drinks, and tried to ignore the quiet hum of his presence, until the hum turned to a crash.
The patron was scorned. He paused, and turned to the end of the bar, where the brown eyed stranger was waiting. âWhatâs it to you?â he slurred.
But the man with the whiskey wasnât looking to him. He sipped his drink, and said, âshe said no. You donât remember your manners?â
The bar adorned an eerie quiet. Nerves sat low in your belly, heart picking up speed. Â âThis guy serious?â he asked you.
You went to say something, but he was already throwing words at the stranger.
âShe yours or something?â âIt matter?â âCanât blame a guy for trying.â The stranger scoffed, and brought his drink to his lips, âwhatever bub.â
âWe got a problem?â the man uttered, stalking towards him, but his friend took him by the arm and whispered something in his ear, forcing him to deflate.
You wondered what heâd uttered. Whether there were rumours about the guy â a reputation you didnât know about.
Brown eyes didnât bat an eye when the man and his buddy slid out the door, cold filling the room before the door slammed shut.
The bar exhaled.
People went back to their business, and you thought about it, you really did. Thought about leaving him alone. Going back to your measly existence. Your home â the pit for all of your things.
But it didnât win over in the end.
You topped up his drink. He took it, and glanced at you, brown eyes ringed with mystery.
âThat happen often?â he uttered, voice a gruff grunt.
You put the bottle down, and looked away, thinking back to last week when you nearly fought a guy for staring for too long. You glanced back to him. âSometimes.â âYour boss is an asshole for letting you work here alone.â âThat so?â you laughed, shocked at his candour. He nodded and downed his drink, eyeing you from over the rim.
Finished, he put the glass down on the bar, and shrugged his jacket on. He got up to leave, and you felt a chasm begin to open up in your chest.
You went to say something. Anything, to make him stay. But he paused and looked over his shoulder.
His jaw was clenched when he tentatively offered, âbe safe.â
When you locked up, he was waiting for you.Â
It didnât scare you. Really, it should, but when you left the bar and saw him standing there, toking on a cigar in the cold, all it did was make you pause. He stood there, gazing at you, eyes clouded by smoke.Â
âYou waiting for me?â you uttered, making it real, even if the light drift of snow was giving the world a dream like quality.Â
He shrugged. âJust waiting.âÂ
You nodded, and put the bar keys in your bag, ignoring the chasm get wider. If he was going to rob the place, heâd have to get through layers of receipts and tissues to get in. But you knew the bar wasnât what he was after. Something about his posture, the luring look in his brown eyes â curious, like he was trying to figure something out.Â
You began to walk past him, but when he didnât follow, you paused. You peered over your shoulder, and he was still looking at you.Â
Taking you in. âWell,â you started, hitching your bag up your arm, âyou gonna walk me home, or what?âÂ
He followed you in comfortable silence.
Just you, the night, and the crunch of dirt under his boots. His cigar smoke drifted by, and it wafted through your subconscious, followed by pine, and crisp scent of the snow.
He sounded like the noise of the woods â ever present in these parts. A comfort, if one had adapted to its unpredictability. When you got to your familiar walkway, you opened the gate, but he didnât follow you through.
Instead, he stood by the entrance, watching you unlock your door like heâd just dropped you off from a date. it was when you were halfway through that he spoke up. âYou work every night?â
âYeah,â you started quickly, looking to him. âApart from Wednesday and Sunday.â He considered you, then gave you a sharp nod, and turned to leave.
Thatâs how you ended up with a wolf at your door.
Every night, he was the last one left, then he silently walked you home.
Some nights, youâd find him leaning against the entrance, and heâd quietly peel away from the door and follow you. At first, he simply walked closely behind, a looming shadow, until he began walking beside you.
Then one night, you let him in.
Made him a cup of coffee to fight off all the liquor he consumed, and he sat at your kitchen table, and drank every drop.
Watched you in the low, fluorescent lighting, and you did the same. Curiously studied him. He looked different in your home. In your kitchen. Looked a little softer around the edges, even if he couldnât relax completely.
It went like that for a while. It was on one of these nights that he gave you his name, followed by a shitty cup of coffee. Sometimes two. Maybe a biscuit, or a piece of cake. Leftovers turned into home cooked meals. Sat at the kitchen table and watched him eat. Roast beef. Mashed potatoes. Lasagna. Sipped at your cup of tea as he slopped up his pasta, using the back of his hand to wipe the sauce off his mouth.
You left him finishing off his plate to get ready for bed, and it was when you were sorting your hair out, that he came into your bedroom and began taking his boots off.
You stood at your mirror and watched him place them near your door.
Then he reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt.
One by one, you watched his thick fingers reach the bottom. He took it off, revealing a white tank off and broad chest, and hung the shirt up on your door frame.
Jeans next.
Popped the button and shucked them to his feet -- threw them with his boots and dragged himself towards your bed. Â
You went to say something. Anything.
But he looked so exhausted as he crashed onto your frilly bed, that all you could manage was, âYou lock the door?â
Logan nodded. His eyes were already closed, and he was hugging the pillow when he uttered, âyou coming to bed, or what?â
You let him stay the night.
Maybe it was raining, maybe he was too tired â it didnât matter. All that mattered, was that he was warm, and sometimes, when you woke and felt the terrifying ache of being alive, heâd be there to quiet the pain.
Hush you with the soft swell of his lips and wandering hands.
Youâd come with a hushed whisper, hot and sticky over his calloused fingers -- drowsy from how high he took you. Then heâd kiss you, fix your clothes, and go back to sleep.
Always the middle of the night. When it was dark and quiet out, and it felt as if you were the last people alive.
His skilled hands bringing you to the brink, a soft kiss, then back to bed.
You would wait for it. Watch him nurse his whiskey at the end of the bar, the night dragging with every drink you poured. Then, he watched you lock up.
Waited at the door for you, so you could walk home together, wordlessly taking the familiar trail.
Heâd eat, youâd watch, then leave for your room.
Once, you woke to his head between your thighs. The night was quiet, room dark â slither of moonlight from your window cutting a line through your bodies.
You were slick with sweat, and as you flexed your taunt muscles, they fizzled and singed. Hot heat pushed low in your belly, rooted between your thighs.
Logan hummed, and you reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair, whimpering his name to grab his attention.
He had palm fulls of you. Fists of your thighs, soft of your belly, leaving marks with his desire â desperation. The first thing he did was apologise. Muttered a hoarse, mâsorry, into your soaking cunt, but continued tasting you.
You used his hair as leverage, and hitched your hips up an inch, causing his nose to bump into your sensitive clit, and you hissed, as if in pain, but the sound trailed off into something similar to his name, and Logan grunted, moving your hips further up so he could twist a thick finger inside.
You took all he gave.
Moaned into the pillow beside you as you rocked your hips against his face, soaking his nose and mouth. Said shit you didnât mean, but meant all the same, and Logan got off on it.
This mysterious man who had taken over your life, grunted your name like it belonged to him. Made you come on his thick beard and puffy lips, then made you taste yourself as he kissed you.
You hugged his sweat slick frame to you, fingers scratching his scalp, mindlessly grinding against his clothed cock. You were content to just kiss him, until he dragged his fingers between your thighs again.
You startled, gasping into his hot mouth, but Logan hummed, near smiling against your lips.
ââthink thereâs another in there for me,â he drawled.
When he fucked you, there was so much of him that you went blind with it. Eyes half lidded, delirious as he pushed inside, making himself fit. Stuffing you full, then pulling out, just to feel it all over again.
Again and again. You moaned his name into his soaked, scarred chest. Felt yourself leave your body, so hot, so wet, that it was all sensation. Just the slap of his hips against yours, the feel of his hands on your tits, in your mouth, telling you to open wide.
He spat, and when he missed, he smeared the mess off of your chin and rubbed it into your cunt.
Made you come, then filled you with his own. Leant back, and watched it drip out of you. You were so consumed by him, that you didnât have enough energy to feel self-conscious.
No, when he had his wild eyes on you, you reached between your thighs and stuffed it back inside.
The next evening, and he was back at the bar, waiting for you to bring him his whiskey. When you placed it in front of him, those wild eyes were on you again.
Waiting. Always waiting.
Waiting to play out your usual routine.
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you go to get your clit pierced and simon riley's your piercer
when you first came into his shop, his ears perked up at the sound of the little bell above the door that signaled a new person had entered. when he glanced up from his current client, he wasn't sure what to expect.
maybe he was thinking a returning customer, or a person already adorned with piercings and tattoos ready to add onto their body mods, or someone who fit into the dark, low-light theme of the parlor.
but you. you were the opposite of what he was picturing.
he thought his eyes were deceiving him when he shot a quick glance to where you stood, door barely closed behind you. he had to do a double take because you just looked so out of place with your frilly white shorts and big doe eyes.
his eyes had skillfully scanned your appearanceâyour skin clear and void of any visible tattoos, no obvious piercings visible to his keen eyes. you even lacked piercings on your ears as he eyed the way you tucked your mousy hair behind them.
he studied youâthe way you seemed to be nervous, anxious. by the way you looked, he assumed you wanted a basic piercing. something on the ears, maybe a nose piercing, or as far as a belly button piercing.
luckily for you, he had just finished up on the current client in his chair when you had arrived, just about finished with cleaning them up before charging them and sending them on their way.
you watched the way he approached the counter, peeling the latex from his massive hands as he slipped behind it. he tossed the gloves into the bin under the desk before his arms crossed against his chestâhe didn't mean to be intimidating, it was just second-nature at this point.
it didn't help you were exactly eye level with his tatted forearms, the way his tight, black shirt stretched around his beefy biceps, clung to his chest and abdomen. his head tilted at you, narrowing his eyes in a watchful, curious gaze. he watched you rock on the balls of your feet under his eyes.
"what can'i do f' ya today, lov?" his voice was deep and gruff, a slight rasp in the way he spoke. in every way, he matched his environment.
when you muttered quietly about how you hoped he had time to do a piercing for you, a smug smile rose on his lips.
truthfully, no. he didn't have time for anyone else, but for you, he would. so he simply nodded, dropping his arms down to his sides, "'course, 've got some time. what'cha lookin' to get done?"
he was waiting for something along the lines of 'an ear piercing,' or 'a nose piercing please.' so when you shyly looked up at him with those big eyes of yours, telling him how you were looking to get a clit piercing, his eyes betrayed a look of surprise and shock.
he raised a brow, clearing his throat, "is that right?"
he watched your small nod and he hummed, nodding back to you as he thought it over in his head. his heart thumped in his chest, certainly not expecting a pretty thing like you to be asking him for such a piercing.
but who was he to say no?
so he nodded his head to follow him before he guided you to a room in the back for some privacy. he gestured for you to get situated on the little table in the small room while he grabbed a sterile needle and new gloves.
but you were nervous, so you stood awkwardly beside it as you watched him, his back turned to you as he finished the prep.
when he turned around, seeing your nervous stature, his gaze softened and posture relaxed as he waved you over with his fingers, guiding you to sit at the edge of the table as his gloved hands came to rest on your hips.
he pushed you onto your back with a gentle hand on your stomach, muttering to relax as he tugged down your little shorts around your plush thighs.
he hummed appreciatively at the damp spot on your panties, feeling his cock chub up at the sight, twitching in his grey sweatpants that already showed too much.
he leaned closer, glancing to the needle on his little table beside him before looking back between your legs. carefully his gloved fingers peeled aside your little lace panties, exhaling shakily at the slick that stuck to the fabric.
he carefully thumbed over the sensitive flesh, hearing the small gasps from your lips and the way your breath hitched at the contact, the way your hips unintentionally rolled closer to his hand.
he hummed again, nodding as he examined, "got some perfect anatomy for it, sweet'eart," he told you, glancing up at your face before pinching the sensitive bud, reaching over with his other hand to grab what you thought was his needle, "gonna look all nice and pretty when 'm done with ya."
you let out a strained noise in response, the sound shaky in your throat as you prepared for the needle to pierce your sensitive clit. you flinched at the feeling of something cool rubbing your glistening pussy, a huffed chuckle escaping his lips. the deep sound did nothing to sooth your nerves.
"relax, lovie," he cooed, tossing the little sanitizing cloth back on the table, "i'll give ya a countdown if yer feelin' nervous 'bout it, 'kay?"
he felt you relax under his hand as he reached for the needle. his fingers were steady as he hovered over your cunt, watching the goosebumps on your thighs at the feeling of his warmth breath against your skin and wet pussy.
a smirk etched on his face as he mumbled a countdown before plunging the needle into your sensitive flesh, expertly piercing it as he felt your body shudder under his hands. the involuntary moan that slipped past your lips was better music to his ears than the band that blasted over the speakers, and it didn't take an expert to know the piercing had given you an orgasmâthat he had made you come so easily.
he shushed you, now adding the little jewelry as his thumb caressed your inner thigh, that trembled under his palm, to distract you as he grabbed another little sanitization cloth to clean up any blood spilt.
he let you sit like that, panties pulled to the side in consideration of the new sensitivity to your poor clitâthough you weren't sure the cold air that blew against your sopping cunt would've been better or worse than having put your panties back on properly. he stood up and peeled the gloves from his hands.
he watched the way your chest heaved up and down, a smug smile still etched his features as he cleaned up the station, a hand on your hip as he caressed your skin softly. soon after, he pulled his hand away and disappeared out of the room, temporarily leaving you alone.
a frown made its way to your face as he leftâhow rude of him to leave you after he just made you orgasm from a piercing!
but that thought was quickly changed when he reemerged with a cold bottle of water in hand and little package of sweetsâhe wouldn't tell you that they were originally his so you wouldn't feel bad.
he set them by your head, his hand trailing across your hip before resting on your plush tummyâoccasionally slipping further up under your shirtâas he kneaded the fat under his palms, muttering praises to you as you calmed down.
once you did, you slowly sat up and fixed up your panties and shorts, hissing at the sensitive feeling of the fabric rubbing against your flesh, causing his eyes to crease with a smile.
simon picked up the bottle of water again and opened it with ease, holding it out to you to take, which you did. you muttered a small 'thanks' and he just hummed in response as you gulped down nearly the whole bottle.
while you sat, recovered, and ate his sweets, he went over the aftercare for your piercingâhe even offered to check up on it himself! how sweet of him, really!
but of course he was sweet with you, considering how much of a doll you were to pierce! and no way would he let you pay, as long as you let him take you out to dinner tonight?
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pairings: peircer eren x black reader
warnings: smut 18+, kinda pervy eren
Good girl
âHello?â Your soft voice rang over the chimes as you entered the tattoo parlor.
The shop was quiet, seemingly empty besides the softening chimes of the door and surprised cursing down the long hall.
âShit- yeah. Just give me a minute. My apologiesâ The culprit of the cursing called.
In the meantime, you took a look around the lobby. The reviews didn't do the place justice. The largest wall contained a bright colorful mural, contrasting beautifully with the dark floors and connected black walls.
While admiring the piece of artwork, heavy thudding from the long hallway turned your attention to the most gorgeous man you had ever seen.
You never believed in love at first sight, up until now. You hadn't even known the man's name yet, but you craved him. The reviews warned you the entire staff was attractive but they clearly left out that this man was a god.
His long hair was pulled into a low bun, strands falling in his face, the color contrasting against his pale skin. He was tall, with a full sleeve on one of his muscular arms, and his green eyes had you drowning immediately. He couldn't be Onyankopon, they said he was a brother. Maybe Connie or, Levi-
âHi, I'm Erenâ He introduced himself after swallowing the large knot in his throat.
While in your own trance, you failed to notice how he froze the moment he saw you. The bright light you stood under showcased the sparkles of your pretty brown skin.
Your legs were on display as a result of the simmering heat outside, thick thighs causing them to roll up slightly. The fitted t-shirt you wore allowed the hardened buds of your nipples to peek through, despite the hot weather.
Eren never considered himself a pervert but the way his mind instantly thought about sucking on them till you begged him to fuck you had him thinking otherwise.
âHi, I'm [â]. Is this a bad time?â Oh, he could have come on the spot, your voice sounded even better without the numerous walls separating you and god your perfume had him wanting to devour you on the reception desk.
âNo, no I just don't know how much I can do for you, the AC is out in all the rooms but mine and I don't even know how long that's gonna last so if you're looking for an hour long tat session you'll have to come backâ He crossed his arms, muscles contracting against the white tee.
âOh no, I'm just hoping to get a few piercings but I can definitely come back another timeâ
âNo, I can do a couple of piercings. What were you thinking?â He grabbed the paperwork from under the counter, praying one of them would be your chest.
âUh well, I want the other side of my nose, belly button, venus dimples, and my nipples but I understand if you can't do all of that or the last one I'll just come backâ
âNo, no I can do it,â He said too quickly, clearing his throat awkwardly before handing you the paperwork.
ââË.â
âGood girl. You're doing such a good job for me, pretty. Just hold on for one second, loveyâ
He was currently doing your last dimple piercing. The pain was unimaginable at first but as soon as the praises left his mouth all was forgotten besides the growing stickiness that rested between your thighs.
He praised you after every piercing a variation of âGood girlâ âYou're doing such a good job for meâ âThat's it, baby. You did so goodâ flowed from his pink lips. You could never decide which throbbing to focus on, the one from your new piercing or the throbbing of your clit.
With three new holes in your body and damp panties, it was now time for the piercing both of you were dreading yet excited for.
âDo I just take my shirt off here?â
âWherever you're comfortable, baby. You can go in the bathroom or stay in here and I'll give you some privacyâ He felt like a teenage boy again. His dick twitching at the thought of seeing you exposed.
âNo, it's okay you can stay in here I don't mindâ
âOh. Okay,â He perked up. Giving you some privacy he turned his back, pretending to be busy when in reality he was trying to think of anything but you getting undressed behind him. Despite his concentration, all he could focus on was the sound of your necklaces and bracelets clanking at the movements you made.
He knew your nipples were still hard, especially since he took advantage of the working AC and he wondered what your moans would sound like if he flicked his tounge repeatedly over the bud, or if he pinched them in front of the mirror while you begged him to fuck you as you pressed your ass against his hard-
âI'm readyâ Your soft voice broke him from his thoughts.
If his self control was any less he'd have gotten on his knees to worship you. There you were. Looking everywhere but him, tits exposed. If it werenât for the fact other men besides him would see, he'd tattoo this image of you on his bare forearm.
âAre you ready?â He suppressed a groan.
âMhmâ
âOkay stand up for meâ He led you to the mirror where he prepped each bud. During the process, you felt as if you could crawl into yourself. The most beautiful man you'd ever laid eyes on had his hands on your breast. Despite the occasion being nonsexual, you were convinced your arousal would start running down your thigh at any second.
âIs this okay?â He stood behind you.
You gave a simple hum of approval, thoughts gone as he explained how the process would go. You convinced yourself you could handle it, that it would all be over soon.
That was until he rolled the bud in between his fingers, the whimper you'd been holding escaping you.
âfuckâ âfuckâ
âShit, I'm so sorry I- I didn't mean to do that, please understand I had no malicious intentions I justâ He stumbled over his words.
He was just explaining the step by step process of the piercing. He wasn't thinking, just craving. He wouldn't have realized his actions if it weren't for the sound you let out. The sound he knew he'd replay in his head the moment you left the shop, stroking his cock as he imagined it were you down on your knees in front of him.
âIt's okayâ You reassured him. Your big eyes staring up into his through the mirror.
âI didn'tâŠI don't mindâ
ââË.â
Before you knew it you were bouncing on his cock. His moans muffled as his mouth engulfed your breast. Tongue slightly grazing your nipple with the flickers of his tongue before sucking harshly.
He was stretching you out so good, leaky red tip repeatedly hitting your cervix as his frenum piercing brushed against your walls. The added pleasure contributing to the pace of your bounces as you chased your high.
âE-eren pleaseâ You whined, attempting to push his head away from the assault on your breast. His hair was everywhere, the ponytail holder long gone the moment your hands entangled in his hair. Your buds were so sensitive, every suck and swipe of his tongue had you squeezing around him, every clench releasing your cream that pooled at the base of his cock.
âFuckâ He groaned, reluctantly giving your boobs a break. His hands gripped the soft flesh of your ass, groping the brown skin before placing a hard slap on your cheek.
âTalk to me, pretty. You like this? Like bouncing on daddy's cock hmm?â His arms wrapped around you tightly as he fucked up into you.
âOh my- fuckâ You gave him control. Your head resting on his shoulder as you let out pornographic moans into his ear.
âAnswer me, mamaâ Another slap landed on your ass.
Before you had time to register the mix of pain and pleasure on your flesh, the gentle pressure of his finger rubbing circles on your puckering hole had you seeing stars.
âFuck y-yes. I love it so much, daddy. Please don't stopâ You whined. Tears of pleasure wetting the crook of his neck.
By no means was Eren a fast finisher but boy was he trying his best to hold on, you're pussy was just squeezing him so tight, the added tension on his scalp as you tugged on it every time he hit the spongy spot along your walls had his nails digging crescents into your skin.
âI'm so close, daddy, pleaseâ
âLet go mamaâ He pressed hot kisses along your neck and shoulder.
In that moment you came, your pussy tightening around the large girth of his cock. Clear liquid squirting from you in streams as he continued his thrust. Your arousal splashing and dripping onto the chair.
With sweat dripping down his forehead, and stray hairs sticking to him, his thrust became sloppy and his breathing became heavier.
âS-shitâ He whimpered, head thrown back as he came harder than ever. Repeatedly pushing his load back into your pussy.
âLemme take you on a date. Pleaseâ He panted once you both came down, his hands roaming your body as he looked down at you, green irises peeking out behind his blown pupils.
âOkay, yea- ohâ A broken moan escaped you as he moved your hips up and down his length once again.
âErenâ You whined
âDon't tell me you're wiped out after one round, pretty girl. I know you have more in you, mama. Be a good girl for daddyâ
for my eren girlies. this is probably the fastest I've ever wrote bc i just needed peircer eren. oh also how do yall feel about pegging bc i feel peircer eren can be a bit subby sometimes ttm. mwah <3
pt.2 wit the pegging à»ê°àŸàœČ˶ËáșË˶ê±àŸàœČ১
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Bruce: Who is that? *Points to a man speaking to a student*
Damian: The new Gotham Academy hire, Mr. Fenton. He is adequate as an instructor, and I find his teaching of chemistry to be both educational and entertaining.
Bruce: Does he normally dress like that?
Danny: *Wearing a lab coat with science beakers all over it, stripped white and black pants, and a black muscle shirt with neon splatter paint* If you push this button, the beakers light up! đ
Damian: Yes, he does. I plan to enjoy his instruction before his inevitable descend into madness. I will admit that I'll will have some regrets the day I have to place him in Arkham when he becomes a rouge.
Bruce: I dont think it will come to that. Some people just have different fashion sense. Just look at art teachers! It that doesn't mean their Rouges in the making, chum.
Random student: Won't the light up beakers be a danger in a chemical lab?
Danny: That's what makes chemistry fun. The boom. The glorious boom. đ
Bruce: I stand corrected. That was a rouge-in-the-making statement
Damian: It's rather pathetic how often you are wrong, Father. Perhaps old age is catching up to you.
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Milk and Water (Pt. I)
pairings: doppelgÀnger!Milkman x fem!Reader
summary: One of the newest residentsâ very first doppelgĂ€nger comes in, trying to sway you into to letting them in. Will you..?
pt.II
art credit (twt: loafuu_chii)
warning: 18+ content
ââŠwhatâs the story behind your um⊠ears(?)â You ask the doppelgĂ€nger before you. It was a clone of one of your favorite neighbors actually, her name was Maria.
A woman around your age that you became really close friends with over the few months of you working here.
â@&! !$?&â The doppelgĂ€nger let out a series of sounds.
âright, so give me one secondâ You press the bright red button next to the window and the steel blinds shut with a blaring alarm sound.
You call D.D.D. and they clean up their mess per usual. You once again, you were just thankful you didnât have to work on that side of the glass.
You check your wrist watch, and happily sigh at the fact that you only had one more hour left to work.
â mmm, someoneâs eager to go home i seeâ A familiar voice speaks up.
âoh, Mr. Francisâ You give the man a polite grin. He gave you a sly one in return. You knew it wasnât him off the bat. Francis was usually shy towards you, making you want to tease him into blushing whenever you saw him.
Well, you suppose you could kill two birds with one stone. Flirt with the doppelgÀnger of your crush, and have some entertainment.
âhow are you pretty girlâ He asks, sliding an I.D. and sheet through the slot.
You examine the documents and identification and beam a smile up at him.
âthe date on the I.D. is a little expired hunâ You declare. He lets out a small chuckle and leans a little toward the glass.
âmmm, been busy with the milk business, love. mustâve slipped my mind to renew itâ He replied. His eyes were low but he still held his sly grin. You leaned back in your chair, with a bored look on your face.
âyouâre not like my Francisâ You huff and tilt your head with a disappointed look.
His grin faltered and he stepped closer. His breathing had quickened a bit and he took off his hat. âwho knows, i could be betterâ He suggests.
Now that his confidence had depleted a little, you were growing bored of him. You checked the time again and you had 45 minutes left.
âwell iâve gotta get you moving now. it was nice to see such a handsome face though, so thank youâ You beam and reach for the button
âyou donât want to do this, trust meâ He states with a warning tone. This wasnât unusual, getting threats after realizing theyâre doppelgĂ€ngers, but being that this one was this aware⊠they must be evolving.
âand why would i trust you?â You ask out of curiosity.
âi mean look at meâ He smirks, one arm leaned against the top of the window. His irises turned from their chocolate brown and into an empty pure white.
âhmâ You nod and press the button.
â(Y/N)!â He roared with what you assume was his fist banging the glass.
You call D.D.D. and wait for them to clean their mess, again.
The steel blind begins to lift and you sit back in your seat, checking your watch again but noticed the new pink lighting that shone in.
You furrow your eyebrows and look up in horror as you see blood streaks on the window in thick, and dripping amounts. You jump out of your chair and put your back against the wall.
About 5 D.D.D. workers were piled up, bloody and battered in the corner of the room, and there the doppelgÀnger was.
Staring at you.
His eyes were low, his shirt was torn, revealing his pecs and the start of his abdomen. He was panting with his (surprisingly still) neat hair and an almost psychotic expression.
âoh noâŠâ He starts with a laugh, still breathing heavily.
âwhat did you do..?â You cover your mouth with your hand.
âitâs what you did. you got me all riled up.â
He looks down for a brief moment and you swear you hear a zip. He holds his tie and the end of his tattered shirt in his mouth and looks up at you with knitted eyebrows.
His breath fogging up the window as he asks you. Looking like a poor starving puppy. âwill you let me in nowâŠ? I need your helpâŠâ He slightly groaned.
ââŠwhat. the. fuck.â
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I came out to my dad as bisexual at 14 and I was PANICKED because I had a crush on a guy in my Boy Scout troop and thought I was Going To Hell Forever and he was so kind and understanding of my distress, but he had NO idea what bisexuality was. He just said âyeah but you like girls too? This is normal. Everyone is like this.â And I love my dad and trust him with my life to this day and the idea that the concept of bisexuality had not occurred to him had not occurred to me so I put it off.
By 16 though I had a crush on like THREE boys. Three entire boys in my Boy Scout troop. I felt like my sin was slowly advancing, until like an untreated cancer it had become metastatic. I remember bawling my Lâil limp-wristed sissy eyes out in his big rumbly truck on the way home from a scout meeting and him telling me that it was OK, that he still loved me if I was gay, but that he knew I wasnât gay because I still had crushes on women and that meant I was straight. I didnât quite know how to explain that those felt *~*different*~* and that I felt like I was losing a fight to evil inside me but I again felt comforted by his reassurances and his genuine fatherly love.
At 18 I was like âhey Iâm realizing all my friends are going on missions. I donât wanna do that. Idk how to say that and I donât have a âgood enoughâ reason to not wanna go.â So I just put it off. Again, my parents were extremely supportive of the information I gave them (I blamed it on perpetually forgetting to start the paperwork.) and one day my mom texted me that she had done the paperwork for me! And that all I needed was to get a physical! So I did that (it was awkward af tbh, my hernia check was done by a trainee doctor and she spent like 3 minutes fishing around my inguinal canals before her attending rescued me) and was sent to Mexico City where I learned that in addition to dipshit himbos with strong hands and scruffy guys with artistic hearts I was REALLY into chubby Latin men with strong personalities who bullied me a little when I lived in Mexico.
I remember my first companion got annoyed with me during an argument and said we were just gonna wrestle and whoever won the wrestling match won the argument (I stg I am dead serious this happened.) I was likeâŠSWEATING when he tore off his tie and threw his white button-down shirt onto the ground (I won btw, donât ask me how).
I remember one of my companions with this really intense, almost manic energy telling me that he was gonna make sure I was safe in a new area I didnât know very well. He cooked breakfast for me and weâd go shopping together on P-Days and in the mornings before breakfast heâd jog around and do pull-ups with his shirt off and Iâd do anything but look at him because my face would break out in a sweat so intense heâd think I was crying and come over to see if I was OK and somehow make it worse. He let me play D&D with myself in the evenings even though it was against mission rules because he knew how lonely and stressed I was.
I remember one of my companions was a big chubby man with a loud voice and a great sense of humor. He was kind and direct when addressing conflicts with me, and always bragged about how he knew the secrets of womenâs minds and it felt like he really did since it almost always boiled down to âTreat Them Like People and Love Them a Lot. Donât Stop Being A Person For Them. Also Eat Them Out Sloppy Style.â Our P-Day activities sometimes felt like dates, and it seemed like he was more attentive to my emotional state than I was since he was always the first to suggest we slow down our Divinely Mandated, God-Ordained, Super Sacred Work and Wonder to get a snack or check out a Pawn Shop (I love Pawn Shops).
I remember another companion who asked me to bully him every time he did something against his goal of losing weight. It was like he gave me Carte Blanche to take out my crush on him by being a nuisance and I LOVED that. I remember having a breakdown one day after weâd spent the afternoon frantically cleaning our disgusting-barely-habitable mission house to make it look less vile that it was (not our fault imo?) and I started bawling and he pulled me into a hug and he smelled good and he told me he knew it wasnât just the house and that I was mad at him for being a Huge Dickhead for about a week (true) and that he would work on it. (Heâs also a huge chaser but thatâs a separate thing.)
I remember one of my companions waking up early (and our schedule is already built for sleep deprivation) to make me a âbirthday cakeâ from knock-off Nutella and bread. He used matches for candles and woke me up, lit the âcandles,â pulled them out, then smashed it in my face and took a bunch of pictures while I was still madrugada and disoriented as fuck. He had the same sense of humor as one of my HS crushes and I could push his buttons pretty easily which was so fun.
I came home from my mission and started back at BYU where I became actively and aggressively suicidal. I had a stalker the year I moved up there and my dadâs solution to that was to get me a gun. I know he wouldnât have bought me a gun if he could have read my mind, but I had a loaded pistol under my bed during a trifecta faith/sexuality/gender crisis and that was not helpful. I remember that the day I decided to kill myself I figured Iâd call the BYU CAPS and see if I could get into therapy because it felt like what I was âsupposed to doâ so I could check my suicide boxes. My therapist was the guy whoâd helped me pick a major the year before and was this drop-dead gorgeous Hawaiian man who cried when I told him how Iâd been feeling.
A few weeks into therapy I met another stunning man with soft eyes and a scruffy illegal-at-BYU beard he kept pushing his luck with. He was funny, kind, patient, married, and wouldnât give me the time of day if he knew I was crushing on him. We were in my history of psych class, which was inarguably the worst psych class I have ever had, and we studied together for every assignment and test and I realized that my feelings for him and for all the men Iâd already mentioned were in direct conflict with my faith and relationship with God. My already agonizing spiritual conflict became even more wretched and as a result of this plus some other tightly-packed experiences with Mormonisms bullshit, I left the church.
After leaving the church I decided to move back to AZ and transfer to ASU. My mom helped me get a dog since I think it had started to dawn on my family that my mental health was barely getting me through the day, and she knew that we both loved dogs. Madi made my last year at BYU livable while I got my shit together and transferred. In that last year, I went on a date with quite possibly the only semi-openly-out trans person on BYU campus. It was not a great date imo, I was not doing well, but the person I spoke with was fun and fascinating and talked to me about Gender Dysphoria and it really cemented my need to go. To leave and never come back to that fucking school.
I started at ASU a month after my last semester at BYU and within a very short time frame it felt like I was coming back together, like a puzzle magically putting itself together in an environment that wasnât slowly draining that puzzleâs will to live.
On the 4th of July, the year I started at ASU, I saw a transition timeline photo of a gorgeous happy beautiful happy radiant happy woman and her former Mormon missionary self and I realized the light that was on in her eyes was the light that was off in mine. I looked into transitioning for 3 days, sleeping about 10 hours total during that time. I started talking to other trans people on Reddit (one of whom is now my beautiful fiancĂ©e @cintailed) and after about a month of making preparations to be disowned and kicked out, something I was not sure would happen but was ready to go through to Turn On The Lights, I came out to my family and it was amazing. I started HRT a month after that. I secretly dated some dorky guys for about a year while I applied to grad schools. I got into a great grad school for me and my needs. I got FFS. I did my trainings and classes. Me and my fiancĂ©e moved in together after some LDR shenanigans. Weâve lived together now for 4 years of basically marital bliss. We have a cat named Grandmother Esmeralda Weatherwax who bites the hell out of my feet about three times a day. My bi-cycle continues to be part of my life but now itâs not as scary. Baby gays in my life have started to look to me for advice. Idk how this all happened so fast. When the years, months, weeks, days, and hours seems to crawl by so slowly now they are rushing past me so fast itâs almost bewildering. Whereas before I felt like I was living on borrowed time, past my âexpiration date,â now it feels like I can Fucking Breathe. Iâm training myself to slow down now and it feels worth it to Live In The Moment.
Idk why I wrote this. Idk why these thoughts only seem to come up on Sundays when Iâm supposed to be writing my dissertation. Idk why Iâm crying rn or why I feel so happy. Iâm gonna post this shit then get on with my dissertation I guess. Read more Terry Pratchett and give yourselves the time you need. Get a pet. Talk to someone. Re-examine the events that brought you here. Be gayer. Love yâall đ
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Readerâs POV:
You sit cross-legged on Rafeâs plush leather couch: textbooks, sticky notes, pens, and crumpled flashcards littered on the marble coffee table. You blink fast, widening your eyes the next moment, trying to stay awake and on task, willing your eyes to stay open.
Your eyes flicker to the baby monitor, watching Mr. Cameronâs daughter, Winnie, fast asleep. The camera pans over to the next bed, Rory doing the same. Throwing your head back, you breathe deeply, soaking in that little win. At least I have the kids under control.
The week before winter break was always brutal, but this semester felt next to impossible between tests and papers. Five finals in three daysâŠ
You tear your planner out of your backpack, jotting down a new study schedule, feeling the pen tremble in your handâwatching the ink scribble and stray from the regular pattern.
I havenât slept well in days⊠My stomach has been in knots, my muscles aching, and my head pounding. This week canât end soon enough.
Shit. Your phone glows with a new notification, but the time catches your eye. Midnight⊠I still have a couple of hours left, at least. You pull your laptop, open the essay that you have been working on, and check the page count. âFifteen pages⊠Twenty-page minimum⊠What the hell,â you whisper, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration.
A lump forms in the back of your throat. You swallow hard, refusing to let the tears burning in your eyes spill over. Itâs just school. Itâs only school⊠Donât break down. Not here⊠Not in his house.
The front door clicks open, jarring you from your thoughts. Your body freezes, fingers quickly lifting to your waterline to clear any tears that dare break. Rafe Cameron⊠Kook King and Kildare royalty. The man who somehow manages to be intimidating, yet incredibly charming. Heâs devastatingly handsome⊠Fuck, heâs so hot.
Your pulse quickens as you hear his designer loafers shuffle down the hall, echoing through the foyer. Mr. Cameron darkens the doorway a moment later, loosening his tie with one hand and checking his phone with the other.
His toffee-colored hair is tousledâ not as sleek as when he left. His large biceps are hugged with a crisp white button-down shirt; suit pants snug enough to show you just how fit he is. âY/n,â he greets you warmly, lighting up at the sight of you. âHow were they?â
"They were great," you manage to say, voice wavering slightly with nerves. âUhh-Umm⊠They fell asleep right on time. Roryâs jammies are on backward. He said, âThe buttons push on his tummy.â I tried, I swear,â you laugh lightly.
âI know you did,â he smiles as he nods and scratches his five oâclock shadow. His gaze lingers a little longer than usual. âWhat about you? Are you okay? You lookâŠ" he pauses, choosing his words carefully, â⊠a little stressed. I hope you donât take that the wrong way. You look beautiful, just stressed.â
Your cheeks warm up at his compliment and his attention; Rafeâs focus never falters. Yours does as your heart flips, your gaze taking refuge in the mess before you to ease the tension, embarrassment quickly filling its place. âJust finals,â you say with a weak laugh. âFive exams in three days. I still have to drive back to campus. I need a shower⊠And, I have to study⊠a lot, a lot.â
Rafeâs eyebrows pinch togetherâhis muscular arms cross over his strong chest, the man leaning casually into the doorframe. âYou goinâ all the way back to campus?â
You bite your lip and nod. âYeah, Iâll be alright⊠I babysit for the Thorntons on a date night and always drive back super lateâŠâ
He shrugs his shoulders, looking back at you. "You don't have to," he responds. "Drive back, that is. You can stay here if youâd like if youâre more of a morning person. You can stay in one of the guest bedrooms, watch TV, study, and shower. Or, you can just sleep⊠Fuck, you look like youâve been workinâ way, way too hard.â
Your lashes flutter at his offer. Stay the night? Here? You replay to his sweet words again. This place was luxurious⊠Rivaling any resort on Figure Eightâbut this was Rafe Cameronâs house.
âI donât want to impose,â you babble, catching him waiting for your answer.
âYou wouldnât be,â he tilts his head slightly as a smile plays on his pretty lips. âSeriously, I insist.â
Your shoulders unwind, the stress you were feeling lifting slightly just knowing that you could spend that extra time studying instead of driving; you could spend the night in a cozy bed instead of your cramped apartment. "I really appreciate it, Mr. Cameron,â you breathe.
âPlease⊠Call me Rafe,â he encourages as he rolls up his shirt sleeves, heading toward the sink. âGo on,â he drawls. âSâgettinâ late. There are two rooms at the end of the hall. You can pick whichever one youâd like.â
You gather your things and head upstairs, your heart still racing. Reaching the end of the hall, you look both ways; each room equally stunning. You glance back at the first option, catching a glimpse of a large bathtub in the mirror.
Shutting the door, you discard your belongings on the bed and quickly undress. You stroll over to the tub, running a bath, adding a heavy spoon of lavender-scented bath salts. As soon as it hits the water, the smell swirls with the steam, wafting around you. You sink into the bubbles, letting out a sigh of pure bliss.
Your body relaxes for the first time in days, melting into the tub.
KNOCK. KNOCK.
âY/n?â Rafe calls for you from behind the door, his voice husky and deep. âDo you need anything to eat? I should have asked earlier. I apologize.â
Your heart pounds in your chest just knowing heâs outside the door. âIâm fine. Thank you,â you respond sweetly, tucking your lip between your teeth, a part of you wishing you would have said âyesâ so he wouldâve come back.
âA drink?â He asks. âWine?â
Your cheeks burn from your giddy smile at the offer. âWine sounds great. Thank you.â
A few minutes later, thereâs another knock. Rafe cracks open the door, his large hand wrapped around the glass, setting it gently on the marble counter, his handsome face still hidden behind the door.
âYou can come in,â you call. The door moves fast, then slow, creaking open. Rafe steps inside with a bottle of red wine in hand. Maybe he was hoping for this all along? Perhaps he was just going to set it down on the nightstand?
Rafe walks over, his steps smooth and deliberate, resting the glass in your hand. You lift it to your lips, smiling before sipping, relishing the taste for a moment before letting out a dreamy âthank you.â
âYou work too hard,â he says softly as he walks away, leaning back into the counter. He looks back at you; genuine concern painted all over his face as well as a glow of admiration.
Your lips draw to the side, nodding in reply, but your mind is clouded with Rafeâs praise so that you can think of a reply.
âFeels good?â He asks, and you nod, your wide, doll-like eyes drawn to the devastatingly handsome man. âYou like that?â He asks as he steps closer, gesturing to the bath.
âYeah,â you smile as you look up at him.
âYou can stay over anytime youâd like, sweetheart.â
âThank you,â you whisper as you tilt toward him. âIâd like that.â
Rafe leans down, lowering himself eye-level with you, his beautiful blue eyes dancing at the waterline, your gorgeous breasts half-hidden under the suds. âYou should take more breaks, princess. âItâd be good for you-â Acting before your mind, you grab his shirt and tie, tugging him closer, his lips finding yours for a deep kiss. Your heart races as he deepens the exchange, pulling you closer, causing the water to slosh out of the tub onto his white shirt.
You gasp in surprise, looking down at his muscular body, the white linen clinging to his skin. You race for his buttons; and Rafe for his tie between messy kisses and panting breaths. Your eyes widen as he takes off more and more clothes, tossing them messily to the floor; the air charged between the two of you sparks flying when your lips meet again.
âThis okay, princess?â He pants hungrily between kisses.
âYeah,â you mumble, sucking on his tongue before swirling yours.
âWhat do you need from me, baby? Tell me what you need.â
âYou⊠Just you, Rafe,â you whimper, feeling as he smiles against your lips. Your fingers stroke the underside of his thick cock, making him moan into his mouth; his breaths choppy as you wrap your fingers around him, rubbing with the cadence of your kiss. Your fingertips ghost over his swollen tip, making him seethe through his teeth before biting your lip.
âMâgonna make you feel good, sweetheart. Yeah? Iâm gonna help you relax. But you need to tell me what you want from meâ he groans as your other hand cups his balls, rolling slowly.
His abs muscles flex as you toy with his cock, the older man bucking into your hand as he bites his lip. Your eyes widen at the sight of himâfinding yourself at a complete loss for words seeing him like this.
Rafeâs fingers tighten on the tub's edge, knuckles turning white. The blood in his cock starts to pump harder as he moves closer and closer to his climax.
The blues of his eyes start to fall, lids growing heavy as his breathing grows deeper. âLet me see your face, pretty,â Rafe pants, cupping your chin with one hand, fisting his dick with the next. You open your mouth, not sure where he wants it, body buzzing from the low rumbles of his moans and praise. âFuck,â the word falls from his lips as you feel his warm cum land in ropes on your cheeks, lips, and tongue. âLook at you⊠Shit,â he groans.
Rafe doesnât loosen his hold, moving closer instead, gliding his warm tongue along your skin, cleaning up your face, keeping your lips popped open with his grasp, but you wouldnât dare close it. He spits in your mouth; his climax landing on your tongue. âSwallow it, baby,â he whispers against your lips, gentle yet commanding, sending chills down your spine.
Before you canât think, Rafe moves you through the water, resting you on his lap to face him, chest to chest. Your hands rest on his broad body, the two of you breathing rapidly together. Rafe reaches for you, wrapping his big arms around your waistâlips latching onto the sensitive spot on your neck.
âFuck me, RafeâŠâ Those are the only three words he needed to hear, pulling you exactly where he wants you again. You hold your breath, swathing your arms around his neck, nails clawing into his massive shoulders as you bury yourself in his neck, whimpering as you take every inch.
âJust like that⊠Just like that, princess,â Rafe huffs, tossing his heavy head back at the feeling of you. You rest your hand on your stomach, feeling him deep. âAnd look at you takinâ it all, baby,â he drawls as he takes his turn nestling himself in you, taking a hold of your hips to urge you to rock against him.
Water starts to move around you, crashing against the back of the bath; rolling over the edge. "That's a good girl,â he moans as you tighten your walls around him, moving at a slightly quicker pace.
Rafe raises his hand, wrapping his ringed fingers around your throat, squeezing before pulling you to his lips. The two of you start moving with each other as the pressure builds inside, just seconds away from coming undone in each other's arms.
âBounce for me,â he mumbles as his gaze falls just like before, eyes stealing glances as your plush tits move, soaked in soapy water.
Rafe hands sneak up your back, cupping the tops of your shoulders, shifting himself on top. You cry out in pleasure, voice bouncing off the walls of the bathroom as he fucks his dick deep.
âCum for me,â he whispers, and you do. Your perfect pussy fluttering around his throbbing dick as he empties himself deep, filling your cunt with his cum. Your body becomes one with the water and him, lips mirroring his as you come down from your highs together.
âTwo more nights, princessâŠâ He pants between passionate kisses. âYouâre cominâ back here tomorrow night⊠Nâweâre doing this again. Promise me⊠I just want to take care of youâŠâ
You smile against his lips, living in the afterglow of your pleasure. âI promise.â
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tw - flirting, good girl x bad boy, school setting but they are vv much 18+, suggestive, swearing
âHowâs my favourite girl today?â
Your best friend tensed up from her seat in front of you. She had chosen to hide out in the stuffy school library to avoid exactly this. She had never been a huge fan of him, but his recent attempts to catch your attention had been grating on her nerves. The boy seemed obsessed with you, following you into the cafeteria and hanging around in the shop you frequented on your way home. Nothing but bad news followed him, and she needed to keep him away from her friend. You were a good student, perfect attendance and good grades - the last thing you needed was someone like him bringing you down.Â
âFuck off, she doesnât want to talk to youâ she huffed at the man, âyouâre not her typeâ
He chuckled, placing a hand on the back of your chair. Goosebumps travelled up your body. The musky scent of his aftershave permeated the air around you, settling in your lungs like a cloud. If you could bask in that scent forever you would. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, tie loosely hung around it. Thin fabric did little to hide the muscle definition of his chest, slight but still very visible to you. And you couldnât help but peer through the gap. His tan skin contrasted the crumpled white shirt beautifully. You felt your mouth go dry.Â
âHmm, Iâm not too sure about that oneâ his voice rang out.
âShe seems very interestedâ
You jumped slightly as his face was far closer to you than you realised. If you were to turn your head slightly, your noses would be just touching. A warm flush flooding your body. You gnawed at your fingernail, peering up at the man next to you through your eyelashes. He dropped his eyelid down in a quick wink and set his sights back on your fuming friend.Â
âWhy wonât you just leave us alone? Sheâs trying to studyâ
He tutted.
Next thing you knew the pressure of a wide hand was resting on your shoulder - making you freeze on your seat. The feeling of his warm, calloused palm on your shoulder did nothing to cool your feverish body and you tried desperately not to gasp. In through your nose, out through your mouth, you tried to remind yourself. You couldnât let him fluster you - then he would be winning.Â
A warm chuckle sounded from above you. The palm on your shoulder travelled towards your face, lithe fingers gripping your chin gently. He curled his index finger and dragged the knuckle up the soft skin of your throat. It was like you were frozen in place but your body was squirming under your uniform. His actions left you breathless and you couldnât help but feel he knew exactly what he was doing to you. If the way his eyes trailed up your legs, thighs clenched together under your skirt, was any indication. Soft lips stretched into a smirk.Â
Leaning forward once again, his eyes met yours under a piercing gaze. He let out a teasing coo in your direction.Â
âOh I'm sorry pretty girl, did I scare you?â
- ATSUMU, tsukki, oikawa, SUNA, tanaka (hear me out), kuroo, gojo, KOJIRO, adam, bakugou, SHINSOU, dabi
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Teenager Yandere Husband x teenager you
âWhat would happen if you went to the same school as him?â
Rated 16 + â regular olâ short content !
Teen!Yandere Husband had a major scene phase starting sophomore year. It was his way of saying âfuck youâ to his old man, and he started to grow as his own person. He was finally able to express himself in a way his father tried to repress. His father was interested in fashion, creating multiple pieces and clothing that had made it to the runways, but he made sure teen!yandere husband looked proper. Not dressing him in the eccentric and world stopping outfits his father was known for, but the cookie cutter boy you see in those movies about snobby rich people. His dad thought his new bright hair was hideous, and when he started to cut up holes in his jeansâ he got a whooping that night. That didnât stop teen!yandere husband, it only fueled him to go all out. He had black eyeliner on his waterline, multiple rhinestone belts on his hips, and wore long striped socks with his boots. He donated all of his old polo shirts, cream white sweaters, and traded his name brand shoes for a pair of converses.
Teen!Yandere Husband enjoyed listening to My Chemical Romance, 3OH!3, and Get Scared. He had all of their latest music downloaded onto his mp3 player, and he listened to it with his girlfriend at the time. They both shared an earbud, and his arm was around her shoulders. She was just the type of girl he liked: she had those skunk extensions in her hair, long eyelashes, fishnets on her arms, and she smelled like a record store (idk if thatâs a compliment). But alas, all mildly good things came to an end when he was broken up with. She wanted an alternative man by her side, and he wasnât enough for her.
Teen!Yandere Husband started to grow out his hair junior year. He had to constantly brush his bangs out of his face, blowing at the strands whenever they poked at his eyes. He was this tall six foot two guy, bumping into people in the hallways with his wide shoulders. And he had an attitude. He didnât apologize, just grunting out a âwatch itâ before he stomped his way to his class. Teen!yandere husband also picked fights with anyone that tried to comment on his appearance. He knew how to throw a mean punch, and he learned it all from his great aunt. Breaking peoples noses and fingers were easier than he thought, and getting away with it was just as sweet than the thrill he felt. His father made constant excuses for teen!yandere husband, saying that it was just a phase and he was just a boy, and if that didnât work⊠well a gracious donation would be sent to the school.
Teen!Yandere Husband got his dick pierced the summer before senior year. It was a risky move, his father was already on the brink of snapping at him and kicking him to the curb. But, thankfully his aunt was cool about it, and signed the paperwork. While he was at it, he got his ears and belly button done too.
Teen!Yandere Husband noticed you around senior year. He was cleaning up his âbad boyâ act, trying to get on peopleâs good side before the year ended. While he was on his apology tour, he saw you sitting at the library alone. He doesnât remember if he had done anything horrible to you, and if he did, he would absolutely beat himself up for it. He was about to approach you, but then he suddenly remembered his appearance, and was self conscious about the way he looked. Who would love to be with a mess of a man like him? Surely, you already had people lining up to be with you.
Teen!Yandere Husband made his first move by asking you to sign his yearbook. You had made him nervous. Just your presence alone was making him sweat. He held brief eye contact with you when he asked, leaning against the white bricked wall with a blush to his cheeks. His voice soft and yet baritone, and he held up the yearbook for you to write your name in.
âAh yeah⊠I think we had like one class together? With that really grumpy man thatâs about to retire soon.â
You smiled, a little snort coming from you. He watched you add a little heart into your name. âYouâre gonna have to be specific. Thatâs like half the teachers here.â
âYou know,â he was totally talking out of his ass, âthe teach that shakes his fist whenever he sees teens running down the halls.â
âReally? Thatâs odd. I never had a male teacher.â
âW-What? Oh-â he gulped, adverting his eyes towards the ground. He shoved his hands into his pockets, and he awkwardly shifted between his weight. âMaybe Iâm misremembering things.â
âIf we took a class together⊠I definitely would have remembered.â
That left him speechless. Did you mean that in a good way?
âYouâre sort of hard to forget⊠you kind of look like Sam Monroe from Life as a House.â you bit your lip, and your eyes took in the sight of his dark but colorful clothing. He had this scent that made him smell like fresh rain and wood.
He hadnât seen that movie, but he was gonna guess on a whim that mightâve been your way of saying heâs ⊠cute?
Teen!Yandere Husband got your number and followed you around all summer. He was actually shy when he got to hang out with you outside of school. Hours before he met you, he walked back and forth in front of his mirror, trying to give himself a pep talk before the hangout. He wasnât this nervous before, and he started to fret about his appearance. He had put on his best jeans, clean shoes, and the classic sort of fancy tee. He picked you up in his red corvette, playing music from the radio incase you didnât like what he usually listened to. He was determined to make this âhang out thatâs totally not a dateâ perfect.
Teen!Yandere Husband casually paid for your things, and opened all the doors for you. He totally thought he was winning in the âgentlemanâ department. He gave you compliments that teetered between the lines of flirtation, and just being friendly. He actively listened to whatever you had told him, making mental notes to bring them up in later conversations. That seemed to make you happy. You two had stopped by a carnival he coincidentally had tickets for. He tried his hardest to help you at any game, and he was pretty good at throwing darts. He happily smiled for whatever photo booth you brought him into, not once complaining when you wanted to use props.
Teen!Yandere Husband had genuinely smiled whenever he was around you. You just made life better. You were his little comedian, his best friend thatâll he never forget.
Full fics: these fics are an aged up version of yandere husband obvs, and it contains smut.
#1 #2 #3 #4 (coming soon)
Allure: this would be soo him if he were to text reader.
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All Dressed Up
Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky visits a gallery to support his best friend and unexpectedly meets the girl of his dreams.
Word Count: Over 2.3k
Warnings: First meeting, mild dirty thoughts, instacrush, swearing, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Okay, lovelies. A new AU. I'm sorry. @targaryenvampireslayer @tavners @starlightcrystalline @whisperlullaby @sgt-seabass @vesearlee , I feel like you all either heard me screech, encouraged, or helped me, and I appreciate you. â€ïž Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo and divider by the incredible @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Bucky didnât dress up for most people since it wasnât his style. He would do so for any of his brothers though, especially Steve. His best friend since childhood, and his clubâs president, he always had a love and talent for drawing and painting. And after working his ass off on his exhibit it wouldâve been a crime for the vice president not to show up.
Steve promised if there was ever a day when Buckyâs writing became published heâd be by his side to celebrate too. As much as they liked to give each other shit sometimes about art and how they created it, the support was there through and through. The only catch for tonight was that he had to dress nicely to get into the gallery. So, instead of the usual leather jacket or vest he wore and jeans, he went with a plain black suit and white button up shirt.
He refused to wear a tie since it wasnât a wedding. He had to draw a line somewhere. No one paid him any mind though as they walked around the gallery, and he was more than fine with that. This wasnât his night.
âYou should be proud, punk,â Bucky said, looking over the art lining the large wall, each piece crafted with care.
âI am proud, jerk,â Steve smiled. He hadnât worn a tie either, and it made Bucky feel a little better. âAnd you know you donât have to stay the whole time.â
Bucky knew that. He also knew members and prospects would be trickling in and out throughout the evening. âNot needed at the bar tonight, so I can stay as long as I want. But I might cut out early since I see your face enough between that and the club.â
Steve chuckled. âStill havenât sold the place, huh?â
The brunette sighed. It wasnât the first time Steve asked if he was going to sell the bar to focus more on writing. âWhere the hell would you all hang out if I sold the place?â He liked the bar. It wasnât just a great hangout for the club, but for his other regulars, too.
âThere are other bars,â Steve teased. He said that, but he loved the bar, too. âYou know I just want you to-â
âFollow my compass. I know. Youâve said that so manyâŠâ He stopped talking when he saw an unexpected angel walk into the room.
Well, angel was the word that came to mind since you were wearing a white dress and the light over your head illuminated you like a halo. But as his eyes swept over you, he wondered if there was a bit of a devil in you. He wouldnât mind bringing that side out of you if you gave him the chance.
And here he used to think love at first sight was bullshit.
âHey. Do you know her?â Bucky subtly nodded in your direction as you spoke to another woman, jealousy flaring up for a second at the thought of his best friend knowing you and not telling him. And if you knew Steve, that was that before things even started. While the blonde didnât have much game growing up, he came into his own after his growth spurt, and everyone adored or wanted him.
Steve shook his head. âNo, I donât,â he said, making Buckyâs shoulders slump in relief before his friend scrutinized him. âJesus, are you eye fucking her? You are, arenât you?â
Bucky wasnât the least bit ashamed. âAnd Iâll keep doing it âtil she looks at me,â he replied, wishing youâd at least spare him a glance and get a look at him in his nice suit. Maybe you werenât into guys with tattoos and piercings, but he was certain he could change your mind if that was the case.
âHow long has it been since youâve been on a date?â Steve asked. âJust introduce yourself like a gentleman and see where that goes.â
âA couple of months? Something like that.â Tearing his gaze away to glance at his inked hands, he chuckled. âYou think Iâm a gentleman?â
He could be dangerous and downright dirty when the occasion called for it, but just because he rode a motorcycle and covered himself in tattoos and piercings didnât mean he treated others poorly. He was raised better than that. Even with his ex-girlfriends, things never ended because he didnât treat them well. They just werenât the one.
âWe both know you are. Sometimes,â Steve answered, smirking as a beat passed. âAnd sheâs looking your way.â
Buckyâs head snapped up to find you looking right at him with a curious stare. You had the prettiest eyes he had ever seen. Which was nothing compared to your smile. It was like watching the sun slowly rise to meet the day.
Fuck, he was being sappy. You ruined him with a single stare, and he wanted to ruin you in return. Make it so you wouldnât want another man.
You whispered something to the woman beside you before she nudged you forward and he realized Steve pushed him to move, too. It only took three more steps before he was right in front of you, the gentle smell of your sweet perfume filling his nostrils. Need slammed into his body as you smiled again, and he actually felt the blue of his eyes shrink as his pupils widened.
If Steve thought he was eye fucking you beforeâŠ
âHey,â he said, his voice raspier than usual.
âHi,â you said. It was a voice he could listen to for hours and he wondered what it would sound like when you said his name.
âIâm Bucky.â He took a smaller step closer, trying his damnedest to block out any other man around him so youâd keep those pretty eyes on him.
You introduced yourself, too, and it was a name he would never forget. âI like your tattoos,â you added almost shyly. Almost.
If he had his way, youâd see the rest of them soon enough. âThanks,â he smiled, holding one hand up to show you. âDressed like this, I bet you think Iâm part of the mob.â After getting dressed and adding the gold jewelry, even he thought for a split second he looked like a mobster.
âAre you or is that information I canât be privy to?â you asked, making him chuckle. You didnât skip a beat, and he liked that.
âNot part of the mob, but I am part of a motorcycle club,â he replied. He wore his patch with pride and that didnât seem to scare you, which was good. âI also own a bar.â He didnât know why added that part. You didnât ask and he didnât want to brag, but there he was.
âSo, you ride a motorcycle, and you own a bar?â You glanced back at your friend to ask her, âDo you mind if IâŠâ
âIâm good. You two talk,â your friend smiled, giving Bucky an encouraging wink. He looked back to find that Steve walked away, too.
You smiled as you faced Bucky again. âWell, Iâm happy to hear more about either of those things if you have time.â
âYeah.â A lopsided smile appeared before he could stop it. âI got time,â he said. All the time in the world.
Over the next hour, the two of you stayed close together and talked in between looking at Steveâs pieces. He told you he was there to support Steve and talked a little bit more about the bar he owned. A hole in the wall kind of place he fixed up. While he wasnât a big drinker, he loved making them for his regulars, and his profession allowed him to get away with all the tattoos.
âIâll have to stop by sometime,â you smiled before it faltered. âIf thatâs okay.â
He didnât want to get his hopes up, but his heart raced, and he wanted to see you smile again. âIâll hold you to that,â he teased. âWhat about you? What do you do for work?â
You told him that you were a blood bank nurse and still fairly new to the area. While you didnât have too many friends nearby, you liked your neighborhood and the one friend you had made invited you to the gallery since she was an art enthusiast. You also let it slip that you were single upon your move here, which he was happy to hear since he was, too, but he didnât miss the note of sadness in your voice.
He could help fix it if you were lonely.
âIâm not seeing anyone either,â he stated.
You raised an eyebrow in disbelief. âYou donât have an old lady?â His eyes went right to your lip when he bit it. âThat is the correct term of endearment, right?â
âThatâs right,â he said, his eyes soft. âBoth of those things are right.â
You bit your lip again and he wasnât sure if you were purposely trying to entice him, but now he wanted to bite your lip. âSo, do you do anything for fun outside of riding and work?â
He almost groaned when you said âridingâ and he had to shake his head to keep his mind from drifting. He couldnât think of you being on his bike with your arms wrapped tight around him or you riding him or anything like that. âWellâŠâ
He explained that he wrote a bit in his spare time outside of work and the club. It was a hobby mostly, but it would be a dream come true to get his work out there one day. If not, that was okay, too, because he had a decent life and didnât need much. His bike, his brothers.
But to have an old ladyâŠ
âMaybe I could readâŠâ you frowned when you saw the time. âOh, Iâm sorry. I didnât realize how late it was. I should get going,â you said, disappointment filling both of you.
âOh.â He scratched the back of his neck. The two of you were having a nice talk, and he hadnât had a chance to ask about your hobbies yet. âItâs still kinda early. Do you really have to go?â he asked, realizing just how desperate he sounded. God, if the prospects could hear him right now⊠He just didnât want the night to end.
âYeah, I do. Iâm actually working a blood drive tomorrow and could use the rest,â you said, smiling sadly. He felt like an ass for asking you to stay when you had work to do. âI donât know if youâve heard anything about it, but youâre welcome to stop by if you want to donate. I always have this fear that people wonât show, which I realize sounds ridiculous.â
Bucky mentally kicked his ass for not knowing about a local blood drive. He was usually more on top of those sorts of things. âWhereâs it at?â You gave the location and time, which was all he needed. âIâll be there,â he promised.
And every single club member would be there, too, if they knew what was good for them.
âReally?â you smiled, your hand bumping his when you turned to face him. âYouâll go?â
He let his fingers brush yours and he smiled to himself when he felt the light shiver. âOf course, doll.â
âDoll?â you giggled. He hoped he didnât offend you. âI hope you show,â you added in a small voice, your gaze focused on the ground.
Frowning a bit, he wondered if you didnât believe him. Did someone let you down before? âIf I say Iâll be thereâŠâ He lifted your chin, so youâd look into his eyes. He needed you to see the truth in them. âIâll be there.â
You exhaled, staring deeply into his eyes. âIâll see you tomorrow then,â you whispered.
He grudgingly released you, knowing he had to. Besides, if he kept touching you, there was a good chance heâd pin you against the wall and show you what a work of art you were. âGood night,â he whispered, watching you go back to your friend. She linked her arm with yours as you glanced back, keeping your eyes on Bucky until you were out of sight.
He exhaled, mentally kicking his ass again. Why the fuck didnât he ask for your number? You two hit it off, and you wanted to see him at least in some capacity beyond the blood drive, right?
Steve made a beeline for him as he stayed rooted to the spot. âIt looks like you two hit it off. You know you didnât even say hi to Chris or Sam or-â
âWeâre going to a blood drive tomorrow,â he cut in. He hoped people would show, but he gave you his word heâd be there, and the club was all about giving back to the community.
The blondeâs eyebrows pinched. âIâm sorry, what?â
âBlood drive. Tomorrow. Everyone,â he said, giving his friend a hard stare. âYouâre the president. Make it happen.â
âYouâre the vice president, which means you supervise plans for club events or gatherings. That includes last minute things,â he pointed out, his eyebrows shooting up as Bucky got his phone out and typed quickly. âYouâre serious about this?â
âIs it too much to say, âYou better fucking be there or youâll pay for it laterâ?â
The blonde grinned. A shit-eating, knowing grin, and he wanted to smack him. âThis is all for her, isnât it?â
Bucky sighed. He hadn't expected to meet someone so perfect tonight. âSheâs a nurse and I wanna help. Besides, itâs good for the community and youâre all about that shit.â And he had to make a better impression after not asking for your number. âWill you at least promise youâll be there?â
âTo watch my whipped best friend fawn over a pretty nurse? Hell yeah.â
âBeautiful,â he corrected him. âSheâs beautiful.â
And while Bucky would fawn over you tomorrow, he also hoped heâd get your number.
So, what do we think so far? Part of this writing style was slightly different for me, but I like how it turned out! I still need to give this reader a nickname and the AU a name, but this is a start. I can't wait for the whole club to show up at the blood drive. I also have something silly and cute planned for these two. â€ïž Love and thanks for reading! â€ïž
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