#chonky women + chonky men

[justanotherjaydrawing]

Listen, I saw this beautiful model and I had a vision!! (How long do you think it took for Suna to get him to pose like this?)

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐡𝐬𝐫/𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𓍼 𐙚 𓍢ִ໋🀦

art cred: gnillhem (x), howdong_ (x), mimmirii_ (insta)

❀ synopsis: how various men would love their chubby gfs <3

❀ genre: smut

❀ a/n: as a chonky gal myself this was so fun to write, also this was an ankn req from my old blog!

❀ tags: nsfw, mirror sex, praise, explicit, vulgar, cunnalingus, riding, fluff(?)

❀ Gallagher- You can’t tell me this man isn’t obsessed with curvy women. Absolutely enthralled by all your dips and mounds; feasting his eyes all over your figure and making sure no one in the bar ogles over you too hard. Just a little is fine though. Only a little.

He’s definitely possessive over you, but not controlling in the slightest.

In public, he’ll hug you from behind and squeeze you lovingly. And when you nap he’ll lay his head down on your stomach with his body inbetween your legs, loving when you graze your hand through his hair.

His hands though, love to hold every part of your body when you’re on top of him; especially your hips.

“Oh, god, right there,” you moaned, as his hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements up and down his cock. You could feel the heat radiating off his body as your skin pressed together, each movement sending a wave of pleasure through your clit. He relished in the feeling of your soft skin under his fingertips, his hands roaming up her back, down your sides, never wanting to let go.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. He looked at you like you were the only woman in the world.

❀ Wrio- Doesn’t necessarily care about body types, but is obsessed with thighs. Doesn’t matter where, if he’s seated next to you his hand will be placed on your knee like a brace. He rubs them with his thumb, even if he’s driving they’ll be all over you. He’s always touching you, feeling your skin against his.

Oh yeah, by the way, he’s obsessed with your thighs. So much so that he’d do anything to be buried in them.

“Stay still…” He’d plead, muffled monotone coming from between your legs as is face is stuffed in the middle. His tongue traces up and down your exposed slit, hands gripping onto the fat of your thighs as his face is completely engulfed from side to side, marked up with marks of his teeth and colors of deep purple from his tender kisses.

“Wrio-“ You moan out- tempting to open your legs as the pleasure arose, earning a loud and stinging slap on your ass from your lover.

“Still.” He affirms, continuing to wring all the cum out of you, lapping it up while massaging your thighs with his palms.

❀ Diluc- Incredibly flaunting of you, you’re his beautiful prized possession. Not that your a trophy wife, but it would be a crime against teyvat to keep the world from seeing you.

Diluc especially loves to see you in the finest silks and chiffon.

The only thing he loves to see you in other than the most expensive fibers, is just nothing at all.

Every time he undresses you, his breath hitches at the sight of your benevolence. He loves the way you feels under his touch.

His favorite way to undress you, is right infront of the mirror. Standing behind you, he unties the buttons that trail down your back. It’s his favorite dress on you, but it’s subjected to the cold marble floors like every other peice of clothing he’s torn off you.

Slowly he drops the sleeves down, moving your hair out the way so he can plant kisses to your neck, one hand snaked around from behind you to hold your neck. The other groping and squeezing your breasts, before trailing down to feel your wet folds inside your panties.

“Pull these off.” He says, and you eagerly comply, sliding your panties to the side as he watches you infront of him in the reflection.

He takes in the sight before him, his eyes roaming over your exposed body, making you feel vulnerable yet completely safe in his embrace. 'You're perfect,' he whispers, before he turns his lips to descend on yours, igniting a fire within you that can only be extinguished by him.

It’s not long before he has you sitting on the dresser opposite of the mirror so he can force you to watch him fuck you. So that you can see how hungry he is for you, with your own two eyes.

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

[aeriona]

Hi! I love your xeno ideas for inklings and octolings. I was wondering if you have any xeno stuff on salmonids and/or jellyfish?

Aahhh thank you! And yes, I do for both actually!

I threw these together in like 5 minutes so pardon the quality haha

I tend to draw Salmonids kind of seal-like, with chonky proportions. The men are the ones that turn red during Runs, whereas women are usually silver or copper-coloured. This guy here is an adult Cohock, most Salmonids don't make it to adulthood so you could say he's pretty experienced.

Salmonids have both gills and a labyrinth organ, allowing them to breathe air so long as their gills stay wet. Since they have no legs, these fish are pretty clumsy and rely strongly on water to get around and to, y'know, breathe. There are some wheelchair/skateboard-like contraptions that have been used roll around on land though.

I tend to keep jellyfish pretty similar to how they look in-game, only pronouncing the bell a bit better and also changing the arms to resemble the oral tentacles of real jellyfish. This fellow right here is a harmless Moon Jelly, however other species can have stinging nematocysts in their tentacles which makes for a pretty killer handshake.

Jellyfish entirely lack the ability to speak at all so they have to rely on either nonverbal/sign language or TTS machines to communicate. Also, their mouths are underneath their bodies. It's really weird.

[dipperscavern]

Who up pondering they orb rn? Dipper, that's who!

It's me, chonky, and I hereby request your finest 🔮 reading, please and thank you. Also, sorry for the oncoming wall of text.

As my self-proclaimed title suggests, I am chonky. I'd say I'm probably mid-sized actually but that's only really because I lost some weight when covid happened and the depression rolled in. Anyway, I think I'm 5'5/5'6 but I actually don't know so that's just an estimate based on how tall I am compared to my mom who's 5'11.

I'm biracial but my father's irish-italian genes colonized me so hard, my only afro-centric features I inherited from my mom is my nose, lips, and curly hair, textured around the 3a-3c mark depending on how agreeable my hair is.

I also used to speak spanish when I was way younger because I grew up around my mom's family and she's half puerto rican on her dad's side. Unfortunately, that got whitewashed too when me and my parents moved and I know longer know the language.

I'm from New Jersey but was primarily raised in the New England area of America. I'm (almost) 19 and unlike Jared, I did learn how to read and I enjoy it very much.

I love music of all kinds except country and k-pop is on really thin ice. I'm self-diagnosed autistic and incredibly socially awkward. I make a lot of race jokes but in the "white people can't season their damn food" way instead of the "racist remarks and racial slurs I can't reclaim" way. I'm here, I'm queer, and I really, really need a beer because these damn politicians are going to turn me into an alcoholic, I swear.

I'm a switch but I prefer to dom. Or at least I would. Unfortunately, I get no bitches for I have no rizz. I also have questionable taste in men and women because best believe, you put me in a room alone with Cersei Lannister, her brother (or her lover), Aegon Targaryen II, Aemond Targaryen, Alicent Hightower, or Criston Cole, all them bitches walking out pregnant and I will not apologize for that.

I think that's it. Sorry for the yapfest. All that not talking to people irl manifests into being a blabbermouth online.

-chonky anon

who up pondering they orb rn (me), ANYWAYS, come, dear chonky, and let my crystal friend tell us which man will you love until your timely end 🔮

hm… i see… who is that? no, seriously, who the hell in my orb rn?? OH A PARTRIDGE IN A PEAR TREE— excuse my french, that’s your brother jared. *i outstretch my hand, and a nearby unseen hamster gladly walks on it. i flip it, using its back to rub my eyes clean. you watch in horror as i finish my business, setting the hamster down, and returning my gaze to my crystal ball*

ah, that’s more like it. yes yes… i gaze upon (the first) king in the north, robb stark. the thing that solidified that for me was the race jokes 😭 he’d think you’re sooooo funny, and you remind him a lot of theon (whether or not that hurts his heart after theons betrayal, we’ll never know). and your attitude about politicians is exactly how robb feels 24/7. he’s a great battle strategist, but politics make his head hurt, and he’d love being able to complain with you. the part about being socially awkward and preferring not to speak with people much would tickle robb’s fancy at times, because he feels like he gets you allll to himself. and don’t even worry about the rizz!! robb is a-okay being the charming one, and relishes in being able to tease you all he likes <3

[dufrau]

I’m always interested in your boot posting but I have wide feet that need very specific types of shoes to be comfortable and so I’ve never been able to wear certain styles. Any tips for the boot-curious with unique footwear needs? (Currently mourning a cute pair of boots I have had for a while but the last time I wore them I could feel blisters starting on the bottoms of my feet, so unless I figure something out I can’t really wear them anymore.)

It really depends on how big your feet are. "Women's " shoes tend to default narrow, like a B or C width often. But "men's " shoes default to a D width, and are often offered in E or EE for extra wide feet. So if your feet are big enough that they make men's shoes in your size you should be a-okay to buy from most boot brands. But if you wear something shorter than like a 7 men's (~8.5 womens) you might be kind of fucked unfortunately. But just in general I'd recommend looking at men's boots to see if they offer things in your size because they are much more likely to offer wide widths in men's sizing and some brands do go smaller than a 7 if you need it (and boots have no gender! I don't know where you lean in terms of style but i think boots adapt to what you wear them with. Chonky boots can be butch or femme or anything in between.)

For blisters on the bottom of your feet though id recommend getting some padded socks. Darn Tough medium weight work/hiking socks make breaking in boots a lot more comfortable in my experience. They also make lightweight socks but I've never worn them so I can't speak to the padding.

You deserve good boots bud. I hope you find them! 💜🫡🥾🍻

[novashelby]

100 Things Evie would have loved if she was thriving in her prime today~

A proper ADHD diagnosis.

Fidgets-especially the rainbow colored POP ITS.

Bubble wrap.

Bubbles....

Cat cafes

90's pop

7/11 slushies

7/11 Taquitos

Timothee Chalamet

XL Woopie Cushions

Try not to laugh challenges

Converse sneakers and normal trousers...for girls.

Shake and bake chicken

Food delivery apps

Frozen fish sticks

Disney World (Tommy: I'm not standing in those lines to go down a hill and say 'weee').

Fuzzy socks

slip n' slides (Grace: please don't hurt yourself....)

Beer pong....(Tommy: I didn't send you to UNI for this...)

Winning at beer pong (Tommy: At least you won...)

Karaoke nights at the bar (Ada: Oh no....)

male strip clubs (Polly: You need a chaperone...)

The electric slide....

The YMCA (Finn: Does she ever realize she's the only one dancing!? Evie: BUT LOOK AT ME GO!)

Dance, Dance revolution (Evie: TAKE THAT MOTHA FUCKA'! Finn: It's a...machine)

ROCK n ROLL

Dance offs

SUPER SIZE McDONALDS FRIES

Bottomless wings

Eating challenges

BOTTOMLESS MARGARITAS

Pride Month

Pogo sticks

90 Day Fiance (Finn: Stop making me watch these things, please.)

My 600ib Life

Squishmallows (Tommy: HOW THE FUCK DO YOU SLEEP WITH ALL THIS SHITE ON YOUR BED!?)

Getting her nose pierced (Tommy: fuckin' ell).

Her and Martha piercing each other's belly buttons (Tommy: Imma fuckin' kill you...)

Going in an airplane

Haunted houses (Finn: Stop making me do these things....)

Family Therapy (All of them: Probably advisable)

Therapy

Being able to sleep until noon (Tommy: Are you going to sleep all day? //7:00am)

Conga lines

Birth control

Pizza for breakfast (Polly: why are you eating it cold!?)

All you can eat Chinese buffets (Tommy: where are you putting it all? Evie: Right here...*pats tummy*)

Smut

gay smut

Socially acceptable fart jokes (Tommy: Wasn't very funny the first time. John: I thought it was...)

Hawaiin dinner rolls

Frozen pizza

Among Us

Family movie nights

Trivia night at the bar

Putting a Furby in Finn's room (Finn: eeeww)

Putting her family members on Tinder (Arthur: Why did I bump into five women who knew me!?)

Stupid TikTok challenges

Magic Mike

Eating a whole can of whipped cream

Dong Chim up all her family's butt cracks (John: 🫨🫨🫨🫨)

Cat memes (Tommy: Evie, what does it mean when it says on Facebook...you been tagged? Oh, hey, look at that...ha-ha).

Trampoline parks

Arcades

Air hockey...

Kick Finn's ass at air hockey (Finn: 🖕🖕🖕)

Sliding across the wooden floors in fuzzy socks

Trick or Treating

Obnoxious unicorn fleece onsies

Being in control of her own reproductive health

WOMEN'S RIGHTS

Oogly eye stickers (Tommy: My poor portrait... Grace: Don't you think it's a little...obnoxious to have a self portrait in the family room? Shouldn't you have a family portrait?)

Scrunchies

Butterfly clips (Tommy: *steps on one* 🤬🤬🤬🤬)

Loud music while she drives (Tommy: *Uses Evie's Car* EVIE! My fuckin' ear drums!)

Raw Pillsbury cookie dough (Ada: You're suppose to bake it...)

Netflix...Disney Plus

Peter Kavinsky

Packaged ramen

Lactaid

Bongs

Crowd surfing at concerts

Mash pits

Jumping on hotel beds

Rock walls

Dying her hair stupid colors (Tommy: At least you look like a clown now)

Fart spray (Tommy: Why does my office smell?)

Fake IDs

Spotify wrapped

Gray sweats on men

Wearing shorts (Tommy: Evie, go put something else on, eh?)

Social acceptance of being a little chonky

Nerf guys (Finn: OW! WTF)

Limbo (how low can you go!?)

Going to a 24/7 store in her PJs (Polly: How classy...)

Fist bumps

Burping the ABCs (Polly: Very classy....

Sending stupid Snaps to the family group chat...(Tommy: Evie, where did it go?! The picture....)

Answering 'who dis?' every time Finn texts her (Finn: I'm done...)

24/7 drive throughs

[beepboop260]

the happy trails on your chonky men give me life

i'm very glad! i like giving men fluffy happy trails (also like doing it to women that just doesn't come up really)

[out-of-heaven-and-hell]

Honestly if Adam is chonky (which he is) I don't think that it's solely do to the fact that he's inactive. I doubt that gigantic axe guitar he wields is light so I can buy that there's some muscle there

It's probably more due to the fact that Adam fucking overeats if him plowing through that large pile of ribs is anything to go by but even then I don't think that inherently means Adam is unhealthy or never works out

The thing about super fit people and body builders is that they too have eating disorders, 9/10 the dream body is literally impossible to achieve without limiting everything you eat, having super unhealthy weight loss habits, etc, etc. The same can be said about the expectation about women being super thin, there's a reason why there's not a lot of buff men around as if it were easy and super achievable EVERYONE would do it.

That's not even accounting for different metabolisms, others are inclined to gain weight more, others are inclined to gain muscle faster, etc, etc.

And of course it's heaven so even if we assume Adam sits on his ass all day + eats constant junk he's not likely to have many health issues. Plus despite all his fighting (even if he failed) he didn't seem all that tired, out of breath, or pull anything which if he was overweight and inactive he definitely would have let's be real

Plus the factor that maybe Adam gained weight when he was alive (which again assuming he died of old age) so maybe his body type is less a result of diet and lifestyle and just what he's personally comfortable with.

TLDR; Overeating and inactivity can result in weight lost but it doesn't mean that everyone that is chubby or not sporting an "ideal body type" is a lazy fuck that eats all day

[wingedcycleeagle]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Unisex Abercrombie & Fitch CHONKY! Handknit Sweater Brown, sz. Sm/Med.

[curious-minx]

2025 Predictions

Easter Island Heads will come to life but they will become curious serial killers of serial killers.

Joe Rogan buys a country that no one can find on Google maps.

Dwayne the Rock Johnson locks himself inside of the Hayward public library in drag winning a Nobel Peace Prize.

The glaciers refreeze and the Happy Feet pengus become Neon Genesis angels that cast the Earth in a new 2,350 years of ice.

Skiing is in.

A Parks and Rec and Mary Hartman Mary Hartman slash fic writer will make an ice town joke that hits so hard that they become the new host of @Midnight. The entity in the sky known as the sun will get super chonky that people think the sun is Brendan Fraser's The Whale. All thanks to the fact the Sun ate the moon on accident because a Tesla sex bot named GRIMRODX who thought it would be, "a Communist celebration." Women will get taller, taller then men and cis men will develop kangaroo pouches because of too much screen time.

Water is currency.

[orangepeelshortbreadcookies]

@hopepaigeturner Forgive me for the late response, but since this is an excellent request, it warrants time for an appropriate answer. And you must know that by asking this, you have activated the Benophie obssessed academic part of my brain. You want references? Behold my pile.

(Side note: I am not a historian so if other East Asian Bton fans and Benophiles out there notice something I got wrong, please do correct me.)

The reason why I took so long to answer this is that, for a very long time, many East Asian countries were to varying degrees delegations or colonies of China, so there are many overlappings in our customs, as well as language, which for a modern Vietnamese who doesn't speak any Chinese languages is a bit tricky. And yet even with these overlappings, East Asia is in no way a monolith. As a matter of fact, @tilly-tilly-2827 and I had a lengthy discussion about the connotations of just the colour green in different countries very recently. If I am doing this, let's approach it the right way, for I am nothing but a dedicated Benophile.

Alright, here goes:

Hebao (荷包)

These are embroided, scented satchel, or aromatic pouch, an ancient, very popular accessory in Chinese culture. Its origin lies with The Dragon Boat Festival. Initially it was used to protect the wearer from insects and diseases. A bunch of nice-smelling herbs is put in there. Later it became more popular as a daily accesory, for both women and men. You see it worn a lot in Chinese dramas. Like this:

Its romantic meaning started with how the the Tujia people used it: as a love token from a woman to her lover. The maker of the pouch would put a lot of effort into the embroidery of it, as it represents the adoration and devotion to her lover, so they're usually very pretty. Now I would definitely enjoy Sophie making a hebao for Benedict, in the case she's Chinese. It would be cool if the embroidery turns out to be nice, but I think it would be way funnier if she ends up putting something silly on it instead, even when the needlework is still an excellent labour of love: like a chonky honey bee, for it seems like it's Benedict's signature, regardless of the morbidity of it. Or a cute puppy, for how he keeps following and panting after her.

2. Love-knot

More specifically the Pan-Chang knots (盤長結), or endless knot, although I also really like how Koreans call it the chrysanthemum knot (국화매듭). In Japanese it's mizuhiki (水引き), although the practice and the looks of the knots do look different there.

Another love token that you can dangle on your waist! Traditionally made from one single continuous cord, it symbolises eternity and unbreakable union. The legend is that Yue Lao, the God of Love, "unites with a silken cord all predestined couples, after which nothing can prevent their union." (E. Cobham Brewer, "Dictionary of Phrase and Fable", 1898). Fun fact: Yue Lao is also known as 'the old man under the moon'! And personally, I find moonlight to be such a Benophie thing. I love this one. It's so simple yet meaningful, transcending all classes as a declaration of your desires. I am also announcing that I am working on a one-shot where Sophie makes Benedict a love-knot.

3. Heavier jewelries:

This one requires some more distinctions. So this is the Vietnamese Xà tích:

Usually made of silver, and predominantly worn by women, around the body and over the waist sash. Not only gorgeous to look at, they're also functional. One can attach to the medallion their little knife, some keys, a tweezer, and your cute shiny trusty tobacco tube. It's like a fabulous utility belt. Batman could never. Definitely on the pricier side, as jewelries are concerned. In early 19th century, when Bridgerton takes place, this is considered a bridal item. As in:

"Cô dâu miền Bắc (thời Nguyễn) vào ngày cưới tóc vấn đuôi gà, đầu khăn gài con bướm bạc, cổ đeo kiềng bạc, chuỗi hạt vàng, lưng đeo xà tích, váy sồi đen, mặc áo mớ ba, bên ngoài mặc áo the đen, trong là áo hồng và áo xanh."

--Đoàn, Thị Tình, Trang phục Việt Nam (Vietnamese Costumes)--

My translation:

"On her wedding day, the Northern bride under Nguyễn dynasty wraps her hair in a coiffure with a side ponytail, her khăn vấn (turban) is adorned with a silver butterfly brooch, a silver torc and a chain of golden beads on her neck, down her back around the waist wears the xà tích. She puts on her black skirt and her best, most formal silks. Medium layer is a black linen jacket, inner layer is pink and green silk.

Example of a traditional Vietnamese wedding set before 1975:

Now, I can't (yet) find any conclusive visual evidence of flatland women in 19th century wearing the xà tích. War does funny things to documentation and archives, who knows? Luckily many more minor ethnicities in the lower Highlands still treasure and practice this custom, especially during festivals:

Now, the Chinese version, the Dingdang (玎珰) is somewhat more fancy and in my opinion, a lot less practical:

Did you know the East Asians loved jade? Because they LOVED it.

From: Weibo 撷芳主人, 04.04.2018

A chatelaine with strings of pendants attached to it. Also a waist accesory, for both men and women. Favoured by people of higher social standings. Originally used to weigh down the lighter material of tunics. Imagine you were hooking a windchime to your silk sash. Your job as a nobleperson is to make sure that when you walk, the sound made by the windchime is pleasant to listen to, and not ear-puncturing. Definitely used to enforce etiquette.

In Chinese dramas:

Maybe it's the bias in me speaking, but I am of the belief that the Vietnamese xà tích is superior. The Chinese ones are very pretty, but they're also impractical, constraining and a bit too over-the-top for Sophie's character.

Also x�� tích, along with the rest of the bridal jewelries, are usually provided by the groom's family, so it's definitely something Benedict could (should) do.

Although I must say I prefer the more simplified form with either only the scented satchel or with a piece of jade along with it, like how this Korean drama did it:

4. Jade

Engraved jade was also used as love tokens among people of higher class. Couples had them in pairs, its meaning lie pretty close to wedding rings:

Do I want to see Benedict gve Sophie something like this as a wedding gift? Survey says probably? Idk, it is pretty and my precious Sophie only deserves the best, but the idea of a white man wearing jades with very deep, very strict Asian roots and iconography I'm having trouble digesting. Maybe this is somewhere Benophie could forge a beautiful middle ground. And seeing Sophie wearing jade jewelry would be nice. Although I do have doubts about how Bridgerton writers can execute this artfully.

5. Scenes

Some of my favourite jewelry gifting scenes come from books, which were not translated to English to my knowledge. But I do remember a particular piece of iconic jewelry from this Korean drama called The Moon Embracing the Sun, and it's a hairstick:

Context: this character is the Queen, the her hairstick portrays a Moon Phoenix (hence the pearl), which symbolises her status, holding the Sun (King) in its arm. It was given to her by the King, then Crown Prince, years ago, as a token of love, before their decade-long separation. It was a very sad, very romantic scene, which is wild to say when it was played by the children versions of these characters. Huge talents alert.

And last but not least, one reference of romantic gesture that I love is this dance from Moonlight Drawn by Clouds, which is coincidently another love story between different classes. This scene never fails to make me swoon. First, the romanticism. The unspoken yearning. The EYE-acting. Second, I would love to see more asiatic instrumentals from Bridgerton, and I think Bridgerton could take notes from how this scene beautfully transitioned from a classical diegetic orchestra to the emotionality of the contemporary non-diegetic score.

Hope this helps!

Some of my lovely mutuals might know this, but I was born and raised in an East Asian culture, where there is a the strict code of respect and curtesy. Words, conversation can be high-text, and there is alot of reading between the lines.

Although the social codes and the indirectness can be suffocating at times, there is a beauty in the formality.

And I would love to introduce one example.

There is one very famous translation of the phrase, “I love you.” By the Japanese author, Nastume Soseki (1867-1916)

When a young student translated “I love you.” into 君のことを愛しています。(Direct translation of I love you in Japanese) Soseki rejected this translation.

Instead, Soseki translated “I love you,” to

“The moon is quite beautiful tonight,”

Even though this is a product of his time and the culture in the Meji period, it is an incredibly subtle, nuanced translation I can’t help loving.

So when the two couples confess their feeling towards one another, they don’t look at each other but they look up at the same night sky and say,

“The moon is quite beautiful tonight,”

And you are supposed to respond,

“I’ve never seen such a brighter moon than this,”

Which means, “I love you more.”

＊Although now in Japan, this phrase is soooo overused that is becoming a cliche. And really corny. So I definitely do not recommend using this when you are flirting with someone from Japan. Unless you want to impress him/her.

＊Also the rhetorics become increasingly difficult when in comes to rejection.

“Stars are more beautiful than the moon,” means “I’ve got someone else in my mind,”

“The moon is too bright tonight.” would be “Thank you, but you can aim much higher than me,”

“It’s beautiful because you see it from far away,” means “I really don’t have interest in your affections.”

“But the moon isn’t blue,” would be “yeah, you an me? Never going to happen between us.”

I’m rambling on too much.

Anyway, I just really want to see this kind of subtlety on the Benophie season. Benedict can’t straight up declare his love all and mighty back in London at No.5, so it would be lovely if there is a secret code of telling Sophie that he loves her.

A poem, or a certain phase, that makes Sophie blush and tell how ardently Benedict loves her without saying “I love you.”

Just my little thoughts for the season🥰

[kkkkkafka]

CLOSER

Pairing: Michael Afton/Charlie Emily

Tags: First Time | Fluff and Smut | Vaginal Fingering | Pet Names | Oral Sex | Size Difference | Biting | Creampie | Come Swallowing | Overstimulation | Aftercare | Tattoo Artist Michael Afton | Autistic Michael Afton | Autistic Charlie Emily | Florist Charlie Emily

Summary: Michael was nervous. In fact, saying he was nervous was an understatement. He swore that all of twenty years in his life, he had never felt such an anxious feeling like this. Yet, also, he was very excited for the event tonight.

Notes: Can be read as a standalone fic or a sequel to Kitten Problem

AO3

"How are the doors?"

"Locked."

"Basil, Pepperoni and their kittens?"

"Downstairs."

"Towel, lube and condoms?"

"Here. I’m on birth control, so no need to."

"Ready?"

"Affirmative."

Michael was nervous. In fact, saying he was nervous was an understatement. He swore that all of twenty years in his life, he had never felt such an anxious feeling like this. Yet, also, he was very excited for the event tonight.

A year ago, Michael first met his current girlfriend, Charlie. Sure, he had a fair share of partners in dating before, both men and women alike, but they said they could not keep up with his antics. Like how he talked a lot about his interests instead of small talk, how he could not sit still or read their facial expressions, so they stood him up. He did try to force himself to become "more tolerable" as they told him, but he failed because he could not stand how he had to try to hide his authentic self. Plus, it was his sister nagging him to join in speed dating, claiming it would be fun for him, he was really not into it at first but did not want to let the red-head down. With those failed attempts, Michael thought that he only could be fine alone, despite craving a companion that could trust and understand him. 

Until he met Charlie. 

Although she was very different from him, from looks to behaviors, Michael felt as if the girl was literally a part of himself. In fact, despite those visible contrast things, he knew that she was not much different from him. He knew it the moment Charlie started to passionately talk and show him her tattoos when he mentioned about his job and how she acted when she saw Basil's kittens. She even helped him go through a nasty art block, and suggested ideas for his future works. That was when he knew he developed a crush on her. And luckily, Charlie felt the same.

Three months after they first met, both of them confessed to each other.

Michael remembered it was very awkward. They were all blushing and stuttering, to the point Charlie even had to whip out her phone to write out her intentions and send it for him, and until then Michael did the same thing to her, despite seeing in person.

But what was done was done, now they were each others' partners. It was a memorable reminiscent though . It always made them laugh when mentioning it. 

And that led Michael to the current situation right now. 

Just a moment ago, he and Charlie were chilling on the couch inside her house, watching some sappy soap opera per his requests. It was not even interesting (Charlie literally stared at him and grumbled  "I fucking told you this was not even a good idea. Should have watched Saw instead."  ) and they talked to each other to pass the time. The talk went from how Basil had to take up a diet cause she was too chonky for her own good, to a customer of Charlie asked her how to say  "Fuck you"  in a flower language, then and there with the soap opera playing as background noises.

It went fine and smoothly until the topic of sex coming up.

It was not really that uncomfortable, but more on the embarrassing side, because both of them are virgins without any experiences. Charlie did say that she just never did it with any other person but she did try to masturbate quite often, in which Michael said he did the same. So they agreed to be each other's first time, and also to test out what they liked most in bed.

After a lot of "research" online together and trying to prepare as much as they could, then taking a shower together, Michael and Charlie went upstairs and sat down on the edge of bed, facing away from their partner in bashment. They were silent for a while, then it was Charlie who broke the ice.

"So… Should we get started now? I kinda don't want to postpone this. Like, we have prepared through and I have always wanted to try doing this with someone else…"

"Yeah, we should…"  Michael replied, averting Charlie's eyes. His face was flushed and hot, as if smoke was coming out from his ears.

"Then, do you want to strip yourself or can we take turns?"  Charlie fidgeted with her shirt, her palms were cold and clammy and she sneakily glanced at Michael.

"Take turns! I think it will be fun!"  An enthusiastic answer coming from Michael that made Charlie snapped out of the nervousness and snorted out loud. Honestly, she felt like her boyfriend was somewhat a manchild, but nodded along with him and stood up to sit on his lap when Michael started making grabby hands motions at her.

Michael's hands are huge, one of his palms could even cover her whole belly, Charlie noticed. He gently lifted up her shirt as if asking her if this was okay, and Charlie wordlessly threw her hands up high so it could be easier for Michael.

Michael just stared at her in awe, his blue eyes widened. His girlfriend was just too gorgeous. Her pale skin was covered in black ink which was a nice contrast. Her chest was small and Michael felt like they would fit perfectly in his hands, and the cold air made her pink nipples stand up. He gave her chest a light squeeze, and he could feel Charlie shivered subtly.

Without a word, Michael suddenly leaned down and captured a pert bud inside his mouth, one of his hands wandered up to the other one. Charlie gasped in surprise, blush spread all on her cheeks while her hand tangled in her boyfriend's hair. Michael took it as a cue, so he started to flick his tongue and moaned in delight when he noticed that Charlie started to arch herself into his mouth while letting out soft whines. His other hand massaged and squeezed the neglected breast. 

Then, feeling like he was satisfied with his work, Michael bit down hard, making Charlie jolted up with sudden pain and pleasure. He gave the swollen nipple one last lick and then did the same with Charlie's other breast.

It was too much , Charlie thought. Her head was clouded with euphoria, her eyes were filled with tears and her mouth let out sinful moans from her boyfriend's work on her body. She could feel that her panties were getting more and more drenched. Yet she was helpless, she could not do anything besides succumb to the lascivious feelings and gripped the man's hair and pushed him closer to herself. For someone who had not done this before, Michael was really excellent for his own good.

Charlie did not realize that Michael had done playing with her chest as she was so lost in the contentment, she only noticed when he leaned close to her face and locked her lips in a kiss. Unlike his eager behaviors before, he shyly licked on her bottom lip as if asking for permission, and Charlie compiled by opening her mouth to let him in. It was so tender and full of love. Their tongues intertwined together while letting their hands gently caressing each other's bodies. Michael pulled away for a moment to let Charlie breathe in. He was going to reach for Charlie's shorts, then a hand stopped him.

"It was unfair."

"What?"

"You agreed for us to take turns undressing each other and now you are going to pull down my shorts next? You are not even out of your shirt."  Charlie frowned and let out a small huff. 

Right, Michael almost forgot that offer. Well, could not blame him though. He was so immersed in looking at his girlfriends' face painted with lust that he did not even notice. So he leaned back and let Charlie unbutton his shirt to make up for her. The girl shakily slided his shirt down and stared at Michael's body, carefully placing a hand on to feel the hard muscle beneath. Michael was not nowhere near a small guy, hell, even he was bigger than average. It was just his preference for loose button-up shirts that people thought he was just some lanky guy. 

Charlie continued to stare in admiration, then she leaned down and bit Michael on his neck. Suddenly, the man let out a loud whine, his eyes closed and his face flushed up.

Oh. It must be his erogenous zone,  Charlie thought. A mischievous smile spread across her face as she began to lap and pull the skin on Michael's neck by her teeth. As a result, Michael began to whimper and moan in tandem, his arms wrapping Charlie's waist until she pulled away. She looked very pleased with her work as the bitemarks started to bloom like small flowers on her boyfriend's neck. Now the marks would indicate Michael was her only.

"You are so mean Charlie! Now people are gonna see those marks you left on me next morning!"  Michael pouted with a whine, his head rubbed against Charlie's chest while wrapping his arms around her to fake throwing a fit.

"Well, it's fine that now they know who you belong to, right?"  Charlie chuckled, amused with her boyfriend's antics. 

Michael did not say anything more, but gave her a false angry look. Suddenly, he flipped Charlie over and caged her under his body. He quickly pulled her shorts and panties down in one go then laughed at Charlie's yelp of surprise. His laughter slowly died down after he took a sight of Charlie's completely bare body, gulping. 

His hands gave Charlie a squeeze on her chest again, then gradually trailed down, from her tummy, then to her thighs, taking time to admire how smaller her body was compared to him and spreading her legs apart to look between them.

Michael tenderly rubbed his fingers against the bare cunt before him as if to test how Charlie felt. Nothing came out of her except a whine came along with a slow nod. 

Keep going.

As he got the green light, Michael felt more confident, he adjusted Charlie's legs to place them on his shoulders and leaned down, one hand spreading her labia wide apart and the other hand gathered slick substance to coat his own fingers while Charlie panted and whimpered softly.

Then in a blink of an eye, Michael slipped two fingers inside of Charlie and started to thrust in and out. She slightly jolted up because of the sudden intrusion, then melted away with the ectasy when Michael's fingers reached her sweet spot. She swore his fingers were so big, it pleased her better than the dildo she kept inside the drawer next to her bed. Her hands tightly gripping the bed sheet, her hips bucked up as a silence plead for more. Submitting to the demand, Michael bent forward and licked a stripe from her entrance up to her puffy clit, making her keened in desire. 

With both of her hands, Charlie tugged on Michael's hair, making him moan as she kept him closer to her wet core. Her body began to feel hotter, and she felt a coil slowly building up inside her stomach and was so close to burst with each slide of Michael's tongue against her clit and his fingers continuously thrusting in and out her cunt. 

It was too much, and Charlie did not know if she could take more. The noises coming out of both of them were so lewd, it set a wild blush from her cheeks down to her neck. She did not know whether she wanted Michael to stop because she was so sensitive now, or she wanted him to eat her out until she became a moaning, broken mess.

Her train of thoughts was interrupted when Michael harshly sucked on her clit, and his finger pressed firmly on the sweet spot inside her, and abruptly, she saw lights flashed behind her shut eyes with a loud wail of his name. 

"M-Mike!"

"Let go for me honey, you are being so good for me. Please make a mess on me."  Michael slightly tilted his head up to talk, his face was smeared with Charlie's release. His tongue and fingers slowed down the ministrations on her cunt, drawing out those cute whines of sensitivity from her lips. He waited until Charlie gained more consciousness to completely pull away and let her bask in the presence of post-orgasm feeling. 

Her eyes were hooded, her cheeks were painted in a bright blush and her mouth occasionally let out heavy pants due to what Michael did to her just a moment ago. Slowly, her hands raised to his face, tugging him in for a kiss. Their tongues met again, and Charlie could taste herself on her significant other's tongue. Michael lightly tugged on her lip piercings as to tease her, then he drew back.

"You have done so good, Mike. But it’s my turn now."  She stated when pulling away from the kiss. 

Charlie lightly hit her hands against Michael's chest, telling him to lean back to the headboard so she could get on top. When his back hit the wooden surface, Charlie's dainty hands moved to undress his lower part.

Her face heated up as she began to tear down Michael's trousers, now leaving him in the boxers, stained with precum. She was speechless, her eyes opened wide. 

That thing was so big. Massive, even. How the hell was it going to fit inside Charlie?

Sensing the girl in front of him's nervousness, Michael placed a hand on her cheek, lightly rubbing.

"Don't worry, if you are nervous about it won't fit, we can find another way to please me, okay?"

"But I want to have yours inside me!"  Charlie exclaimed, then suddenly clasped a hand over her mouth in embarrassment, cause she accidentally voiced her thoughts too loud for her own liking.

"Oh. Then, do as you please, okay? Just don't strain yourself too hard."  Michael tilted his head to the side, the hand on Charlie's head now back beside the pillow.

Charlie silently nodded, her hands wobbly stripped down the final garment on Michael's body, his leg now spread open for easier access. She took a deep breath to prepare herself for what would come, then deliberately leaned down to give a small lick on the head, which made Michael shivered.

He loved this.

Getting the signals, Charlie began to bob her head down until the tip touched her throat. It was not that uncomfortable like she thought, but Michael was too big, the remaining part of him was not fit in her mouth, so she pulled away and decided to lick around his cock first. Charlie could feel him twitching under her touch, which was a good thing. She hummed in approval, then took it inside of her mouth again while her hand stroked the part that did not fit inside. First started out slow, now she began to pick up the pace, trying to alternate between sucking on the head and tracing her tongue against the vein there. 

As Charlie tried to quicken her pace, Michael began to grow hotter and bothered. Who knew his girlfriend was that good with her mouth?  He looked down, seeing drool and spit coating his cock and groaned at the sight. He started to thrust up his hips, his hands settled down on Charlie’s head to push her deeper. The girl almost choked on his cock, tears beginning to well up in her eyes, her pace paused. Now the one in charge was Michael and he would make sure to take the whole advantage out of this. His hands clutched Charlie's hair firmly, eyes shut tight from the thirst overcame his body.

“I did not know— Argh, you can do this well with your mouth, baby. Are you gonna let me cum inside of your adorable little mouth?”  Michael growled, he could sense his climax coming. His thrust was getting sloppy, so he decided to shove Charlie’s head down more and held her in place, as his cock jerked and shot the release into her throat, some of it dripped outside of her mouth and down to her chest.

He began to soften when Charlie’s mouth left him. She pulled away, panting in exhaustion. Michael noticed her face was stained white with his cum, so he placed a hand on her cheek and wiped the remaining with his thumb. He was going to reach for the tissue box to clean up, but Charlie caught him off guard by leaning over and letting her tongue out, licking up the salty liquid with a smile.

Fuck, why did she have to be such a tease?

Michael helped Charlie to sit on his lap again, letting her use his body as support to rest a bit from their previous activities. He softly patted her head, gently stroked her back and whispered  “You did very well for me Charlie, I’m so proud of you.”  as the girl in his lap recovered from the orgasm.

“Mike? You with me?”  Charlie chirped, as she noticed Michael started zoning out. Her voice snapped him out of the daydream immediately. He blushed, scratching his head.

“O-Oh! Sorry, just zoned out. Do you want to continue?”

“Mhm. Let me fetch the lube inside the drawer. Gotta prepare well for the main event, big boy.”  As Charlie talked, she crawled out of Michael’s lap and bent down to pick up the said thing. Michael could not help but let his eyes wander to her ass. It looked so round and soft, he made a mental note to get his hands on it next time. He could feel his cock starting to grow stiff again.

Charlie was now back on her bed again, in her hand was a bottle of lube. She uncapped the bottle and poured some on her hand and rubbed them against each other so they could be smeared evenly. Her hands reached out to coat Michael’s cock with the substance, and when she felt that was enough, she leaned back and thrusted her fingers inside of her to prepare herself.

Michael watched as Charlie lubing him and herself up, and when she was done, he picked her up and maneuvered her with her back to the mattress, his body on top of her. Her legs clasping around his waist, her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. He took a deep breath, then started to slide his cock between Charlie’s wet folds and bumping against her clit, making her tremble with need. He continued to do it a few times, until Charlie whined, begging him to just put in already. 

Michael took a deep breath, one of his hands now engulfed Charlie’s smaller palm and set them beside her head and he let out a breath.

“Ready?”

“Always. Please, Michael, I need— Ah!”

Charlie’s words were cut off midway when Michael started thrusting in. He tried to go slow at first, because Charlie was really tight at the moment, her velvety walls clenched around him just like a vice. He felt like it was almost impossible to go furthermore. As an effort trying to ease his girlfriend, Michael bowed forward, placing a few kisses on her forehead, on her cheeks and a quick peck on her lips.

“Relax, Charlie. You are so tight, how will I be able to go in?”

Just as he said, Charlie sluggishly nodded and took a deep breath and angled her hips up high so Michael could go in more easily. Complying with the request, Michael slowly pushed inside, until he was bottomed out inside of her.

It did not hurt a little bit, but Charlie felt quite unfamiliar due to having something large like that inside. Michael paused his pace, as he was allowing her to get used to the feelings of him stretching her out. It was not long until Charlie nodded and told him to go on with the flow.

It was the only confirmation Michael needed to continue.

Then he splitted Charlie open, his thick cock went inside her and made her whole body shudder in delight. Her teeth bit down on her lips and drew out some blood, small whimpers escaping her.

“No, don’t do that darling. I want to hear from you. Don’t shy away.”  Michael noticed that she was trying to hide her moans, so he pulled out his sad puppy eyes on her, to persuade her not to do that. As he was doing that, one of his hands snuck down to rub on her swollen clit. Charlie obliged, turning her hips upwards and let out more moans, which were louder than before. Michael beamed with happiness, praising her.

“Good, that’s my girl. You were so good at taking me. Can you handle more?” 

He did not even wait for her to answer his question, his head now settled down on her shoulder, and bit on her neck while still did not stop thrusting inside Charlie with a steady pace. Pulling back and adjusting his back straight, Michael tilted his head down to look at his girl. 

She was truly a masterpiece in his hands, an angel at his mercy. Her black hair, usually combed neatly, now was a mess tangled up and Michael reached out to swipe her bangs up. Her forehead was sweaty, her cheeks were stained with red blush. Her green eyes were clouded with satisfication, her supple pink lips were swollen and let out soft pants and moans, and her neck was littered with the pink and purple evidence of his teeth. 

But what made Michael almost out of his mind was the imprint of his cock on her belly. He tugged Charlie’s hand from its place beside her and set it down on her stomach.

"Here honey, easy. Can you feel how deep I am inside of you? Must have been good, right?"

That made Charlie’s face heated up, her eyes rolling back. She didn't say anything beside nodding along with his words in agreement, since now she could know how deep and how hard Michael was fucking her.

A pitiful moan escaped her mouth, following with a hard thrust from Michael. His hand on her belly could feel the movement of his cock stirring up her inside.

“O-Oh god, Mike— You are, ah, s-so deep…”  She trailed off as he began to speed up his thrusts. 

Now since Charlie was used to the feelings, Michael took it as a cue to fuck into her roughly. The sounds of labored breathing, their moans mixing up with the slapping noises of their skin against each other, all combined to make a lecherous orchesta. There were praises and words of encouragement coming from both of them, telling how good it was, or if the spot was hit, they were so lost in the pleasure that they could not realize whose voices it was.

Heat rushed through Charlie’s veins, warming her whole body in the process and made her become wetter. Michael was too huge, the way his cock stretching her, the way her cunt deliciously hurted by his actions drove her to insanity. Her whole body trembling in lust, she swore she could feel how tears began to roll down her cheeks and saliva escaping her mouth. 

Michael was not too different from her. His sweaty bangs stuck to his forehead as his hand tightly held Charlie’s in his, the size difference between them making him shudder. His blue eyes now blurred and he could feel his whole muscles tightened. The fact that Charlie’s tight pussy was pulling him in greedily was not helping much as he almost lost his mind to the delight. The flow of bliss continued to invade his body, making Michael unable to stop thrusting his hips. His hand rubbing on Charlie’s clit previously now moved up and planted next to her head to hold himself up, occasionally moved to place over the girl’s hand on her belly to press down on his bulge. 

Michael suddenly stopped grinding inside to Charlie’s surprise, then he moved her legs, adjusting both of them into the mating press position. With this stance, he could reach deeper inside of her, and it allowed deeper grinding as he trailed light kisses down her thighs and bit down.

Charlie yelped, pouting at Michael and the latter licked at the bite marks as if saying sorry before continuing his abuse on her tender cunt. If it was so good before, then now it was definitely better, because not only Michael could reach deeper inside of her pussy, the position also created a wonderful friction between her clit and Michael’s happy trail. His cock continuously hit her sweet spot, and Charlie did not know if she ever could take much more. She had never felt such much pleasure like this in her whole life, she felt like she was going to lose it, as Michael was going to break her. She could not do anything else besides crying out, demanding him to keep going. His hand now came up to pinch on her nipple, making her vision hazy and littered with stars. There was nothing inside of her mind right now, besides Michael, his cock kept pushing inside of her, his hand roaming on her body and his praises.

With another rough thrust, Charlie felt as if her world had been broken.

Her body arched up, one of her hands still tightly held Michael’s hand, while the other gripped the bed sheet. Charlie now was a mess, she looked like a ragdoll. Her eyes were unfocused, her legs were trembling. Her body was covered in a layer of sweat and blush. The orgasmic feelings spread out all over her body. She was so tired, but also very content.

However, Michael had not cum yet.

Charlie only realized that when she looked down and realized Michael was still inside and the younger man kept a steady pace of thrusting. She let out a pathetic whine, pleading with him to stop because she was too sensitive and did not know if she could handle more, or at least slow down but Michael just looked up at her and pouted,

“I’m sorry, but can you endure a little bit more for me baby? Please, just a bit longer, I was so— Ah!”

He shuddered, his cock twitched inside of Charlie and flooded her walls with milky white liquid, also triggering another orgasm from her. His cum mixing with her own release, and it was too much to the point his cum dripped down the sheet even when he was plugging inside her cunt. For a few moments, Michael stayed like this with Charlie until his cock was softened enough to pull out. He let out a loud sigh as he removed himself from the girl’s used hole and gently placed her legs back on the bed. 

Charlie winced as she felt his cum leaking out of her and making a mess, as Michael gathered the white substance with his fingers to stuff it back inside. She sighed, using her hands to cover up her eyes as she was tired and the lights were too blinding for now. Her chest slowly rose and fell with each breath she took. It was such an erotic sight, and he felt like as if he was blessed to see this, Michael had to admit.

Michael moaned out loud when he stretched, as he realized his muscles now were a bit sore. He flopped down gracelessly beside Charlie, humming in delight. He was no longer a virgin now, and it was far better than those amateur porns he beat his meat to before. He snuggled closer to Charlie, and she also moved closer to cuddle him. 

It was such a peaceful moment, there was nothing but their soft breathing and the sound of rain falling outside.

Charlie almost fell asleep due to the tranquil atmosphere, then Michael’s warmth against her left her unexpectedly. Her eyes widened.

“Where are you going?”

“I have to fetch a cloth to clean us up. Also you need to pee after sex, duh.”  Michael replied nonchalantly while standing at the bed’s end, hands on his hips.  “Can you walk or do you want me to carry you to the bathroom?”

“Carry me please.”  Charlie whined, her arms opening so her boyfriend could pick her up. Her legs felt like mush now, and she thought if she took a step she would fall flat on her face.

Michael snickered, saying  “As you wish, my liege.”  before bending down and picking Charlie up in bridal style. He set her down on the toilet so she could deal with her bladder while he changed the sheets and grabbed a clean towel to wet it. After cleaning himself up, he turned to Charlie and gently patted her private parts with the dampened cloth. Then he carried Charlie back to her bed, and got up again to find some clean underwear for both of them to wear. He found himself some spare boxers that Charlie kept  “just in case”  and put them in. When he returned back to the bed with a pair of cotton panties for her to wear, he found Charlie asleep soundly, still stark naked and curled up into a ball.

He smiled to himself because she was so adorable looking like this. The sex must have worn her out so much, so Michael tried to be quiet as much as possible when he slipped the cotton undergarments on her. Then he laid down next to her, pulled up the comforter while hugging her closer to himself.

His nose was nestled in her hair, inhaling the soft smell of her natural scent mixed with the smell of after sex and caressing her back. He murmured out a quiet  “Love you so much ”, then the weight of the dreamland began to crash down his eyes.

But before he completely fell asleep, he could swear that he heard a sleepy feminine voice slurring out,

“Love you too…”

[peggy-sue-reads-a-book]

I think it would be a slay if we treated women shaving and waxing exactly the same as men: a stylistic choice but no one’s pretending it doesn’t happen. Like why are there sexy images of men shaving but a woman don’t even discuss removing hair from our faces? You can’t tell me that plucking my eyebrows but leaving my underarms alone is any different from men who prefer different styles of beards. These chonky eyebrows wanna hold hands and I refuse to live a lie.

[sillyrabbit81]

Okay, but...

What if our big stronk Sy is actually really afraid of needles and his unit wants to get a tattoo together. 👀

Summary: Sy is a big pussy... cat and as his tattoo artist, you help him overcome his fear with some cheeky flirtations.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Tattoo Artist!Reader

Word Count: approx. 1.3k

Warnings: Needles, tattoos, flirting, implied smut

Authors Note: So I have a migraine and am on painkillers, but this prompt was too tempting! Thanks Freya! I debated on waiting to feel better before I wrote it, but I thought fuck it, go crazy. I hope its ok and not just the meds telling me its fine.

I apologize if its full of errors and if its not quite what you were looking for, but here it is.

Masterlist

Trypanophobia

You were excited about your clients for today. Twelve Green Berets all getting the crest with the motto De Oppresso Liber tattooed on their chests. You liked tattooing military men and women, especially if they were part of some kind of elite unit. Their stoicism usually made them good canvases, still and resistant to pain.

Usually.

Sometimes you got a guy with a phobia. A fear of the needle. Trypanophobia.

You picked him out straight away. Although you knew from experience that the biggest men could crumble under your machine, it still surprised you that it was him. He had a swagger, a way of walking that oozed confidence, the deep seeded knowledge that he was a man who could solve problems. Yet you noticed the way he flinched when your machine buzzed and the colour drain from his bearded face as you started on the first of his brothers. You had a way of dealing with big softies like him and knew you’d get him through.

“Hold up, boys” you say. “There’s too many of you in the shop, one of you are going to bump the chair and ruin his tattoo.”

“You heard the lady, move out,” the scaredy cat said. The team did as he said calling him captain as they went. Perfect.

“Captain,” you call. “How ‘bout you pull up a chair and be here for your guys?”

He stared daggers at you, but you smirked at him and nodded, indicating the chair he sound sit on..The rest of the guys encouraged him and faced with the pressure he relented, sitting on a swivel chair next to you while you started your work.

At first he sat there arms folded over his chest, looking anywhere but you and the tattoo. You chatted to the captain and each of his men, coaxing out embarrassing stories about their time together, learning about their families and by the time it rolled around to his turn, Captain Syverson was laughing, had his colour back and even flirted with you a little.

“Well, I guess it’s just you and me now Captain,” you say as the last soldier left the chair.

“The way it ought to be, Darlin’,” Sy says, with a cheeky, boyish grin. You feel a heat grow at the apex of your thighs as you take in his cocky attitude.

“Then show me what you’re working with Cap,” you say boldly. “Take your shirt off.”

“Whatever you say,” he says. He takes his shirt off and stands proud as you give him a good look over. He had every right to be proud, his body was a work of art, broad, strong, well proportioned, but not so muscular that he looked malnourished. Chonky was how you would describe him. You sigh as you look at his chest, he had such a nice covering of fur, it would be a shame to shave it, but some had to go to make way for the tattoo.

You get your black nitrile gloves on and grab the disposable razor, biting down the rising excitement you felt. “It’s a shame, but I have to shave the area I’ll be working on,” you say, giving Sy a cheeky grin.

“That’s alright Sugar. Just don’t take too much, the ladies love it,” Sy’s bravado made you laugh.

“I’ll bet they do,” you say as you lay your hand on his chest. You stand a little closer than you normally would making your attraction to him obvious.

You bite your lip as you move your hand across his chest to his right pectoral and you hear his breathing increase. You move the blade across his skin, getting a close shave. You look up at him as you run your gloved finger over his newly bare skin. His blue eyes were aflame as you placed the stencil in the spot and staring into them you carefully peeled back the paper leaving the blue ink marking the design. As you remove your fingers you let one flick over his nipple and smirk at the rumble in his chest you got in response.

“In the chair, Sy,” you say and you see his fear start to return, his eyes shifting rapidly around the shop, seemingly looking for escape. You take his hand and guide him to the chair. Reluctantly he follows you and sits as you give him a gentle push. The chair is tilted so it’s almost like he is laying down, but pressing a button you lay him all the way back as last thing you want is him fainting. You giggle at the thought of making this huge bull of a man faint but quash it before Sy notices.

You move quickly, applying Vaseline to the site before buzzing your machine in the ink and turning back to Sy. “Ready Captain?”

He shakes his head, and tries to sit up, but you gently apply pressure to his shoulder and say in a soothing tone, “You’re ok, Captain.” He shakes his head again, you grab his hand and place it on the forearm of your non-dominant side. “You can squeeze my arm if it will help,” you say in a voice, not much louder than a whisper. He finally nods and you see him set his jaw in a determined look and you the earlier blossom of heat between your legs grows, radiating all over your body.

As soon as the machine starts you feel his fingers dig deep into your flesh. You bit back the moan that threatened to escape your lips, knowing that those thick strong hands will leave bruises makes you think about what those bruises would look like on your thighs or hips. Leaning over him, your breasts brushing his other arm you start your first line and you see him squeeze his eyes shut and a groan rattles in his throat.

“How did that feel, Captain?” you ask near breathless, as you watch him tremble. Your mind won’t think of anything except for wondering if he squirms and groans like that in bed.

“Fine,” he spits out through, gritted teeth. “Keep going, woman.” You just about faint yourself at the tone of his voice, so thick and gravelly, with an irresistible quiver of fear that he fights so hard. You find his fear endearing and when mixed with his unwillingness to let his dread beat him, it made for an intoxicating but contradictory mix that you found irresistible.

You were able to work quickly, having already done the tattoo eleven times before. Giving the tattoo a wipe down, cleaning off any excess ink and Vaseline, you say with a little disappointment, “You’re all done Captain.”

Sy pries his hand off your arm and you help him sit up. You rub your arm, where his fingers dug into you, smiling knowing that at least for a couple of weeks, you would have them to remember him by.

Drawing his brows low, Sy asks, “Did I hurtcha, Sugar?” His voice was tender and concerned. He put his hand on your arm again, this time rubbing it to soothe the growing ache.

“Not nearly enough, Captain,” you say with a wink.

Sy barks out a laugh and you smile back at him. “I like the way you think, Sweet Pea.”

Covering his tattoo with gauze and tape you say brazenly, “I’ll bet there’s a few things I can do that you would like just as much.”

With a roguish grin and raised eyebrows Sy asks, “How about I take you home and find out?”

“I like the way you think too, Captain.”