#so i guess id have to like push it out from the wall? also i put the cat tree in front of one of the windows so thats more space i cant use

[today-i-am-thinking-about]

floor vents

[y0urm4m]

Closer

Warnings: swearing,drinking,smuttt

Summary/teaser: What will happen when Chris is too drawn to a girl, and luck is on his side.

A/N: for the sake of the fic let’s say that Chris and Nate are both old enough to drink… love you all!

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“We’re here!” Lydia said, opening the Uber door as I also slid out of the car walking towards the club. Lydia had convinced me to finally go out with her this Saturday so here I was outside the club with her. “Are you excited?” She asked spinning around, her skirt twirling as she spun. “I guess so.” I giggled, linking my arm in hers as we walked towards back of the queue to get in.

After a long wait we were finally at the front of the line. “Identification please ma���am,” The bouncer spoke. I shuffled through my purse grabbing my id card passing it to the man in front of me, he nodded his head. “You too.” He said signalling towards Lydia, her also passing her id to him. “You two can go on through, have a great night.” He said opening the door for us. “Thank you.” I smiled, entering the club.

The atmosphere almost immediately changing. Purple and blue light filling the room, the smell of sweat and alcohol filling my nose as we walked in further.

“So drinks first?” Lydia asked, her arm still linked with mine. “You know me so well.” I replied as we walked over towards the bar, sitting down on two stools. “Hello, what can I get for you both?” The bartender asked smiling at us. “I’ll have a gimlet.” Lydia replied, looking towards me. “I’ll just have a Malibu and Coke please.” I said, grabbing some money out of my purse. “I’ll be right back with your drinks one second.” The bartender replied, walking off to make the drinks.

“So you glad I convinced you too come? Or what.” Lydia asked, re-applying her lipgloss. “Yeah it also gave me a reason to wear this.” I said, motioning towards my outfit. “Yeah you look hot.” She giggled. Just then the bartender finally came back with our drinks. “Here you go.” He said pushing our drinks towards us. “Thank you.” Me and Lydia replied in unison, sipping on the drinks.

My attention was shifted to the feeling of eyes on me, I turned looking around to see if I could find the culprit. “You alright girl?” Lydia asked putting her arm on my shoulder. “Yeah lyds I’m fine just felt like someone was staring at me.” I sighed, sipping more of my drink to soothe the nerves.

— A few more drinks in, me and and Lydia found ourselves now dancing. It was quite stuffy as there was loads of other people dancing around us. I spun her round, giggling as we carried on dancing to the song that was bouncing off the walls. I hadn’t had so much fun in a long time I felt elated that I had got to spend time with one of my favourite people after such a long time.

That’s when ‘party in the U.S.A’ started playing and everyone around us began dancing even more, causing me and Lydia to literally be stood shoulder against shoulder. “Right if they’re dancing so are we.” She shouted loud enough for me to hear. “Okay!” I shouted back, as we began dancing again but once again I could feel the presence of someone staring at me. I spun around looking around for the pair of eyes looking at me but yet I still couldn’t see them, I shrugged and continued dancing.

Chris pov:

“Bro you having fun yet?” Nate asked, putting his arm around my shoulder. “Yeah, I’m just going to get another drink.” I sighed arising from where I was, heading towards the bar. That’s when someone caught my eye, she was stunning. The way her outfit hugged her body perfectly, the way her hair shone under the club lighting lustrously, just her presence was alluring but before I could realise she was turning to look around. “Shit.” I mumbled to myself walking away before she could see me.

“Where are the drinks?” Nate asked, frowning slightly. “Sorry I got a bit distracted and forgot them.” I sighed looking back over at the bar where she still sat.

— that’s when I found my self squished between Nate and another man on the club dance floor. It was a really tight squeeze with barely enough room to even breathe. Nate was currently dancing with a girl who kept motioning her friend to come over and dance with me. “Just ask him to dance.” The girl whispered ushering her friend over. “Would you maybe want to dance?” The other girl asked, but as I looked up that’s when the girl from the bar caught my eye again she was now dancing with what I supposed was her friend. “Hello, are you going to answer me?” She asked again. “Oh. Uh no thanks sorry.” I replied, pushing past a few people until the girl from the bar was fully in sight.

I was now a few meters away from her, I still hoped she couldn’t see me. Once again she turned to look around this time she slightly caught my eye as I looked down. My cheeks flushing red as she turned to look back at her friend shrugging.

Reader pov:

After what seemed like an eternity I was finally fed up with the staring. “Lydia there is definitely someone staring at me and it’s getting on my nerves at this point.” I sighed looking behind me, still nothing. “Well we can leave if you’d like?” She said, moving more towards me. “No it’s fine, I’m just going to grab a drink I’ll be back.” I replied accidentally bumping into someone as I walked away. “Sorry.” I mumbled not even looking up at the man as I made my way back to the bar. “Malibu and coke?” The bartender asked, smiling slightly. “Yes please.” I replied, sighing. “Coming right up!” The man giggled, beginning to make my drink.

Once again the bartender had finished making my drink, I paid and began sipping on it when someone slipped down next to me. “Sorry i should ask if it’s alright if I sit here.” The man asked, I looked up at him. He looked oddly familiar, blue eyes with brunette hair. “It’s fine no one was sitting here anyways.” I laughed slightly. “Oh good, I’m Chris by the way.” He added, looking down at me. “y/n.” I replied, sipping on my drink. “Is there anything I can get for you?” The Bartender asked the oddly familiar man. “I’ll just have a Pepsi.” He said, pulling out his wallet.

After a few minutes of small talk, I began to feel more confident and decided to ask some more questions about Chris. I looked down at the Pepsi in his hand and back up at him. “So you don’t drink?” I asked, motioning towards the Pepsi. “No neither do me or my brothers.” He said looking over his shoulder slightly. “Ohh, are your brothers here with you?” I smiled, looking over at where his gaze was. He turned back around looking at me once again. “No I actually came here with my friend. What about you?” He replied. “Same here she’s currently dancing speaking of which I should probably go find her,” I said beginning to stand up. I looked back at Chris. “Would you like to dance with me once I’ve found her?” I asked, drinking the last of my drink. “Sure.” He chuckled standing up as well.

— Me and Chris had eventually found Lydia, who was dancing with some random girl. I tapped on her shoulder, as she turned her face revealed a smile. “Lydia, this is Chris. Chris, this is Lydia.” I said introducing them both to each other. “Nice to meet you!” She giggled, as she grabbed my arm. He nodded smiling at her slightly, turning his focus back to me.

After Lydia and Chris getting to know each other a little bit better, Lydia went back to dancing with the girl where as me and Chris decided to dance together.

Once I began dancing i found myself lost in the music, swaying to the beat. The atmosphere was ecstatic, due to my slight tipsy-ness and the fact I was dancing with a hot guy I had met almost an hour ago or it could have been because we were so close to each other because of how crowded the dance floor was, leaving not even enough room for a mouse to fit in between us both. “This is fun.” I said just loud enough for Chris to hear. “Yeah it is.” He chuckled, the feeling of his warm breath near my neck sent shivers down my spine. Suddenly I felt his arms inch around my waist. “Is this okay?” He asked. “Yes that’s just fine.” I replied, grinning like a child and a candy shop. I began moving my hips to the beat of the song, causing Chris to chuckle from behind me. “Y’know there’s something that’s drawing me to get to know you even better, in every way possible.” I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. His eyes widened, as he practically froze in place causing me to giggle. “Would you like to get to know me in every way possible?” I added. He nodded eagerly. “Come with me then.” I smiled as he removed his hands from my waist, as I placed my hand in his.

We pushed our way through the crowded club floor, hand still in hand. Eventually making it to the bathroom stalls, checking if anyone could see us as I entered pulling Chris in behind me. “You sure you want to do this?” I asked, looking for some sort of consent. “Yea I’m sure.” He chuckled down at me, bringing his lips towards mine. The gap between them slowly closing, as I felt our heart rate increase and his eyes fluttered shut. I swiped my tongue over his bottom lip as they parted slightly as he groaned. Our tongues now fighting for some sort of dominance, as I brought my hand up brushing it through his hair. I pulled back bringing my lips to his ear whispering.“You can touch y’know.” He nodded his hands immediately making their way to my waist gently squeezing the flesh. I could feel the tent in his pants on my thigh, I moved my leg slightly causing a tiny groan to fall from Chris’ lips in anticipation. “You want me to touch you?” I giggled, moving my hand down to the tent in his pants. “Yes.. please.” He whined softly. He didn’t have to tell me twice, as I had already began unzipping his cargos pulling them down slightly, as they fell the rest of the way, pooling down at his ankles. I sunk down on my knees looking up into his blue innocent eyes. “You sure you want this.” I asked one again, my index finger know making tiny circles on the bottom of his thigh. “I sure.” His breath hitched at the feeling of my index finger almost near where he needed me most. With that I tugged down his boxers, his cock immediately sprung out standing tall and proud.

I spat on my hand pumping his cock a few times, bringing my lips to the tip kissing the it slightly before putting as much of his length as I could in my mouth, gagging slightly. I kept my pace long and slow, maintaining eye contact the whole time as he groans filled the bathroom. “Fuck..please don’t stop.” He begged, caressing the top of my head. The sound of his groans and small whimpers practically had me dripping. I then brought my hand near his balls slowly caressing, causing more noises to fall from his lips, his hips slightly jutting forward every time I moved my head up and down. “Shit..you’re gonna ma- make me cum if you keep doing that.” He croaked, throwing his head back. By the way his cock started twitching I could tell he was close, I immediately moved my head back my lips making a popping sound as i removed them from his dick. “M’ sorry my love, you’re gonna have to wait.” I said, standing up and stroking his sweat forehead, giving his lips a quick peck. “Please let me at least make you feel good first.” He said, looking down at me.

How could I say no to him when he’s looking at me like that.

“Of course you can.” I smiled, Chris’ hands immediately making their way to my top undoing it and pulling it off. His eyes trailing down to where my breasts sat. “Can I?” He asked, looking back up at me. I nodded, as he grinned moving his mouth to my left breast. I gasped, at the feeling of his hot breath near my nipple as he kissed them softly. He looked back up at me slightly before attaching his lips to my nipple, softly squeezing the other one causing me to moan he then began sucking it with more passion. He slightly groaned into my breast the sound immediately going right to my core. I moved my hand up pushing it through his hair once again, as he moved his face giving the other nipple the same amount of attention, scattering a few love bites here and there. He removed his mouth from my nipple. “Can i take these off?” He asked, motioning towards my bottoms. “Yea.” I breathed out, helping him as he removed them chucking them with his trousers.

After basically all my clothes were removed except my panties, Chris brung his hand over touching my clit through them. I moaned at the feeling of his fingertips making circles on my clit, he slowly sped up. “You soaked, holy shit.” He chuckled, moving his hands up pulling my panties down as I stepped out of them. I pulled Chris’ face back into mine our lips meeting once again, his hand now squeezing my ass cheeks roughly. I pulled back abruptly, his face shone with concern. “You alright?” He asked. “Yeah I just realised I left my purse, which had condoms in it, with Lydia.” I sighed, rubbing my face slightly. “Well I’m clean and I can always pull out.” Chris smiled, ruffling my hair a little causing me to smile. “Alright, come closer then.” I giggled, but as chris walked back I pushed him back making him sit on the toilet lid as I sat down on his lap.

Pecking his lips quickly, raising my hips to aline his cock with my entrance slowly sinking down onto it. Whining at the stretch. “Holy shit ur so tight.” Chris groaned as I started bouncing on his cock, eventually making some sort of erotic rhythmic pattern. The pain from the stretch, turning into pleasure causing whimpers and moans to leave my mouth as Chris’ dick hit places I never knew existed. My pace sped up, Chris thrusting his hips up into mine. “Oh my god Chris.” I whined, Chris grunting as I spoke, placing his head in the crook of my neck placing a slight kiss on my collarbone. I could feel the knot starting to form in my stomach, as my breathing started picking up. So I gave up on bouncing and decided to roll my hips against his, not bothering to go slowly as I tried to reach mine and Chris’ high.

I could tell Chris was getting close by the way he was twitching inside of me. “You close baby?” I asked, moving my hips faster. He whimpered loudly in response, grabbing onto my hips helping me move. “Holy shit.” I whined, gripping onto Chris’ hands. “F-fuck.” Chris croaked out. “Cum with me Chris.” I moaned. “B-but I don’t have a condom on.” He breathed, slowly down slightly. “I don’t care, I’ll get plan b tomorrow.” I replied, bringing my hips up and slamming them back down abruptly causing the knot in the stomach to snap as well as Chris to tumble over, blissing us both out. Our juices mixing together as we rode out our high. The smell was intoxicating, as me and Chris stayed in place, satisfied and sweaty.

After catching our breath, me and Chris got cleaned up and re dressed giggling amongst ourselves about what just happened. “Y’know you bumped into someone on the dance floor earlier?” He said grinning. “Oh my gosh was that you.” I giggled. Chris nodded, as we erupted into laughter again.

— Once we had stopped laughing we both decided to check our phones for any notifications from Nate or Lydia. Lydia had messaged me saying she went home with the girl from earlier and Nate had told Chris that he had left with a girl quite a while ago. “We should probably get going then.” I said looking up Chris, he nodded in response giving my head a tender kiss as we left the bathroom. “So would you possible want to come back to mine?” I asked smiling. “I’d love to.” He replied as we left the club hand in hand.

This was definitely not how I expected my Saturday night to end.

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The end!!

A/N: honestly enjoyed writing this one as well, this and my last two posts are my top three favourites at the moment lmaoo. Hope you enjoyed reading

Love you all — Gracie

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[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 [Part 3]

Sometimes you just miss your chance. Sometimes you have to take it.

Tags/Warnings: Non-Idol Jungkook, Dog Hybrid!Reader, former criminal!Jungkook, mentions of past neglect/abuse, reader has some pretty bad psychological problems (OCD, Anxiety, Selective mutism, hints at an eating disorder), hypersomnia, road to recovery, hurt and lots of comfort, angst, Jungkook has some problems with aggression and swears a lot, more TBA in future chapters

Length: I did not count sue me I guess

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It's not uncommon for him not to see you much during his work. But today, especially considering how close you've gotten to him and how comfortable, it's weird to him that he doesnt see you at all.

"Jungkook.." Hana says, catching his attention as he mops the floor of the lunch area where all hybrids had just eaten a few minutes prior. "Do you have a moment?" she asks, voice soft and kind, though he's guarded, because he knows that soft-tune she puts on.

She's talking to him like she does to the other hybrids.

Something's up.

"Sure." he shrugs, putting the mop to the side before followong her to the side. "What's up? Did I do something?" he wonders, hands in his pockets while he leans against the wall behind him.

"I think you've already noticed that 268- the hybrid you've been spending time with.. She's not here." Hana says, and she doesn't need to say your name to make his eyes harden. Technically you don't have one after all, only your ID number he's able to recite back by pure instinct. He knows that she's talking about you. There's no one else she could mean.

"what about her?" he asks suspiciously, already irritated because deep down, he's got his fears. Maybe you've been adopted. Then he should be happy, right?

Except he isn't.

"She's been transferred..." Hana says, sighing before she crosses her arms in front of her, a clear sign she's going to try and justify that action while also blocking his for sure incoming anger. "...to a correctional facility in Daegu."

"What the fuck?!" he loudly barks out as soon as he hears that, visibly distressed. "Do you know what they fucking do to hybrids in these shitholes?" he demands to know, fists curled tightly as hed pushed himself off the wall vehind him, walking a step towards her. "She's gonna be even more traumatized in there, good fucking job!" he scoffs.

"please, a bit more quiet-" she tries as she notices some hybrids looking. "-she's gonna be fine. They're trained in cases like hers-"

"and if she doesnt comply she will just be sent to another, and another, and a-fucking-nother! Great solution, really!" he barks out, pulling the nametag from around his neck aggressively. "I'm done participating in this bullshit."

"Jungkook-" she tries, but he's already walking.

"I've got a week left of this work and I've not taken any days off." he says grimly, turning around with angry eyes. "I'm taking them now." He growls angrily, leaving the area to go grab his things- when a young man looks at him, then at his nametag Jungkook is taking off in frustration.

"Jeon Jungkook?" The man says, standing next to him dressed in all black, a facemask covering half of his face. He looks sketchy- and has caught Jungkook during the worst time possible.

"What!?" he snarls more or less, before a letter is pushed into his hand, catching him off guard.

"You're being summoned to court." the man says. Jungkook's blood runs cold at that.

"I've done the community service shit, what the hell?" he argues, but almost weakly so- because he knows he's powerless against the legal system. If they believe he needs further, worse punishment, then he'll have to take it.

"Oh they know, it's not about that." the guy says. "Or at least, not entirely. Read it at home. I think you'll be interested in showing up." the guy almost chuckles, cat-like eyes showing his amusement over the situation.

"..huh." Jungkook doesn't say anything else, turning around to go grab his bag.

"Ah, and Jungkook-ssi." the guy calls out, making the younger man roll his eyes as he turns around. "could you borrow me some of your clothes?"

"..the fuck?" he squints his eyes, unsure what this stranger wants with his clothes of all things. "Why would you want my stuff?" He asks, cringing a bit.

"I think anything that's got your scent on it would do. Just bring something when you visit." the man says, handing him a card, and a plastic.. ID, similar to the one he uses to wear at the center right here. "I'm sure she'll appreciate it."

The card is from the Hybrid Behavioral Therapy Center in Daegu, contact info and location address clearly written down beneath the logo. But it'sthe plastic ID card that makes hus eyes widen, because it clearly spells out;

'Special Clearance Pass: Potential owner for hybrid 268.'

[emsgwenstan]

Personal or professional?

Chap 4| chap 5| chap 6.

Larissa Weems x fem(carpenter/joiner) named reader

Words: 3k

Warnings: smut, insecurity’s, aftermath of drunkenness, signs of anxiety- no self worth.

Note: mmmkay, so shit happens! Anyway feelings aren’t exactly admitted but Violet tells Larissa something important. No wonder I guess.

The early morning air seeped in through the stone walls and coated me in a thick layer of cold, waking up at sometime around 6am, I sat up slowly trying not to disturb Larissa. I was surprised at how solidly id seem to have slept even though it wasn’t for very long, i didn’t have nightmares and didn’t wake to any random pain my body decided It thought i should have either, the most surprising of all though was that i didn’t feel hung over. shuffling back i rested against the headboard and yawned so hard i might have dislocated my jaw and my eyes watered from how tired i am.

Just sitting staring out to space for a while trying to wake up, Larissa started tossing and turning frequently and it ripped me out of my trans like state, tilting my head to the side I watched as her breath would intake and exhale, pushing and pulling the hair that had fallen over her eyes, she lay facing me and I can’t help but shift down a little to prop my head in my hand and rest on my elbow. With a nimble yet ruined hand I tucked her hair away from her face and stared at her lovingly and for a while I stayed like that, all I want is for her to be comfortable and have a longer peaceful sleep.

After contemplating, I rose from the bed and retrieved my clothes from the arm chair while also finally taking in her decor, it was beautiful all the thick materials and trinkets, the large paintings and photographs that lined the walls, her aesthetic was a mix of deep rich colours with a lighter twist in some of the furnishing, all of it was utterly her, completely Larissa. Pacing quietly to the ensuite bathroom I looked at myself in the huge mirror and wiped the smudged mascara from under my eyes, in the reflection I saw she had a large claw foot bath and a walk in shower that was lined with different soaps, body washes and most of all hair products like, treatments with her toning shampoo and conditioner to keep her silver spun hair to perfection, it was so cute.

I was conflicted weather or not I should just keep on the pyjamas she lent me and wear them until I die or actually get changed, ultimately the latter was the chosen option. Exiting the bathroom I left the lended clothes in the designated Laundry hamper and made my way to the door leading back out into her office to retrieve my jumper and stoke the almost dead fire. My nerves were skyrocketing at the thought of the impending conversation that’s going to happen when she wakes up, I’m not going to cower and tip toe out of her home like a one night stand, not that we actually even went as far to have sex, but that’s besides the point. Suck it up Violet, deal with your own actions.

An hour and a half later Larissa woke alone in her crimson sheets, the sun fully risen and her dark curtains flowing the slightest bit from wintery breeze. Completely dazed at the sight she sat up and slid her feet into the flats she had beside her bed and stood grasping the satin tan coloured robe off the same arm chair as my clothes had rested on. Before making her way to the curtains, out the corner of her eye Larissa’s reflection from the wall mirror was what caught her attention, she internally berated herself with almost walking out looking the way she did, her little bedside clock read 7:46am and again she scolded herself for sleeping in. Quickly she shifted to something more presentable only her face and hair changed, her lips painted a blood red and eyes meticulously covered in natural looking eye shadow and mascara, her hair pulled into a neat low bun.

Drawing back the curtain, there sat on the balcony was me watching over the rail with my feet tucked under myself and a monotone expression washed over my face, Larissa didn’t hesitate to open the door and step outside. I knew she was there, of course, I could hear her, I sat in silence not really knowing what to say. It was a good minute of silence once she sat down opposite the small metal table. “How did you sleep?” Is what I came up with to break the quietness, even though I tried rehearsing what to say for the past hour and a half. “Well, and you?” She said almost if she had barbed wire wrapped around her neck preventing her from sounding sure. Ok so it’s like that. “Fine…” I began. “do you… uh- remember-.” I continued. “Yes.” She said hardly letting me finish. “Right…” I trailed. Another beat of silence. “Do you regret it?” She asked quietly. I paused really thinking about how to answer, I’m sure she did, regret it I mean- I don’t know��� I’m kinda lost. “If you do then I suppose, but if not…” I started. “If not?” She asked actually looking at me, we had both avoided eye contact until this moment. “If not then I guess no, I wouldn’t regret it.”

Larissa relaxed into the chair and I was as stiff as a board, did she just basically say she wanted it to happen or am I reading into it too much? I looked back down the railing wondering why there were no students, it’s a Saturday, surely kids would be out and about. “I’m afraid I slept in to late to bid them all farewell, they all went home for the Christmas holidays.” She said as if she could read my mind. “And the staff?” I wondered. “Yes, them to, it’s just me.” Does she not have a family to go home to? Why would she still be here? I nodded at her statement as the cold wind started to pick up causing me to shiver, how she’s not dying of hypothermia because of her lack of layers I don’t know.

“I have to go soon, I need to go to one of the houses I’m renovating and polish a bench top.” I said tucking my hands into the pocket of my jumper. “Oh.” She said. Why does she look disappointed? I sat staring at her releasing that she is now in fact alone and will be for a while. It was always hard for Larissa at this time of year, no matter how much work she’d get done she still had to prepare and consolidate with others for the next year. I feel like saying could you possibly imagin spending all this time alone especially around Christmas, but I won’t because then I’d be a hypocrite.

“Would you like to come with me?” I asked not even registering what I asked until it was too late. “Oh I would want to be a bother.” She said. “You wouldn’t, no one’s going to be there, if your not to busy.” I said as if I was completely confident. “Sure, I suppose I can miss working for a day.” She said. Recounting back to the previous micro conversation I spoke again. “What time did they all leave? Surely we would have heard them.” Larissa quirked a brow. “I thought for someone who knows all about a house and buildings infer structure that you would know it’s not easy to hear through two and a half feet of stone.” She spoke with a hint of sass and a whole lot of tease.

I was taken a back at her new found tone. “Well then headmistress, do tell me what else you know about my job you seem oh so knowledgeable about it.” I quipped, sharing her mirthful voice. “Oh no I mustn’t continue, I might put you out of a job.” She smiled with her eye’s playfully glaring. “Oh shut up, don’t start something you can’t finish.” I said laughing, finally letting myself gradually come down from the nervous high. “You never know, I might know more than you think…” she said with a chesty giggle. “Fine, Larissa can you tell me what a Kimberly large is?” I spoke coming to a stand and towering over her sitting position. Nothing, I could see that all she could come up with was blank, nada, not a clue. “What in gods earth is that?” She asked after accepting defeat. I stepped away and walked back to the door, turning looking at her over my shoulder I said. “It’s a cutlery tray.” With the most innocent expression known to man. Well woman.

Larissa stood from the table with a smile plastered to her lips and headed back into the room as well. “Sorry for leaving the door open by the way, I overthought it because if I close it you wouldn’t know I was out there and if I open the curtains then you would wake up, but then I really didn’t think about how cold it is and I needed some air- so… sorry.” I said in a rushed voice. “Don’t worry about it vi.” She said in a sweet tone. “Ok well if I’m to come with you I’ll need to get changed.” She explained knowingly. “Right.” I turned on my heels and left the room to put on my boots and wait for her.

Stepping out into the room Larissa was in the most beautiful dress I’ve seen on her yet, even prettier than the one she wore to my house that time for dinner, it was just past the knee and was an adorable shade of pink that complimented her complexion, she had a matching coat that had fake white fur around the perimeter of the sleeve cuffs. I don’t even think of a snide remark about the fact we’re only going to someone’s house for me to work, I’m more worried about her getting it dirty and ruining the expensive fabric, but who cares I will always encourage her to look incredible, suitable for the conditions or not, if she’s happy I’m happy, I don’t think it’s physically possible for Larissa to not look good anyway.

“What? To much?” She asked wearily. “Absolutely not it’s stunning, just don’t get dirty now will you headmistress.” I said cheekily. Larissa rolled her eyes and adorned her gloves. Opening the door she looks back at her new desk again and smiles, we set off down stairs and made our way to the truck and drove down the nevermore driveway. “Are you hungry?” She asked. “Not really I don’t usually eat until lunchtime, but we can get you something.” I said. “No I’m ok, I just thought maybe you wanted something.” She said looking out of the passenger window. We sat in comfortable silence until we reached town, although I felt like I was slowly suffocating from my thoughts, terrible thoughts, horrible thoughts. I had to keep averting my side eyed gaze at her porcelain thighs, Larissa’s dress rode up and her coat fell to the sides of her gorgeous legs and my god. Keep it together.

Driving down a few back roads we arrived at the house, getting out I paced straight to the mailbox to get the spare key. Larissa followed behind and waited patiently for me to open the door, the house its self wasn’t overly wowing but it was quaint and homey, perfect for a younger family or older couple. “Ok wait here and I’ll go get my stuff.” I said exiting the house. Larissa took in the interior and thought it was sweet, charming in fact, she wandered through the empty halls watching her step on the drop sheets that lay on the floor, the walls were freshly painted with a light grey and the ceilings weren’t finished yet due to electrical issues with the lights, she walked into the first room she could find to take a moment to slow her rapidly beating heart, it turns out Larissa was quite flustered from the car ride too, and the morning in general.

“Larissa?” I yelled. I could hear her heals coming down the hall. “Hey, I got you these just be careful with your earrings.” I said holding out my pink pair of earmuffs. “Oh thank you, that’s thoughtful.” She said quietly as she slipped them on, her earrings did get caught and I tried to help her. “Here, let me help.” I practically launched myself towards her, I grasped one of the sides and tucked her ear in place trying my best not to hurt her. We were standing so close and my eyes wandered from the side of her head to her cheek and around to her lips, I slowly put down my hands and place them on her hips, I could feel her breath on my cheek. Kiss her, but remember Violet. Slowly I started to lean in, but as my eyes flicked up to see hers, they were already trained on me, in an instant I tense up and take a step back clearing my throat, now looking as red as a tomato.

I gave a shy smile and took in her appearance again. “You look cute.” I mimed, knowing how hard it is to hear with them on. Larissa also displayed a little smile with a light blush, she could hear her pulse in her ears clearly now and the butterflies in her stomach were going wild. I put on my spare pair of earmuffs and started the process of polishing the bench. Larissa watched in awe as it began to shine, but she wasn’t just looking at the material itself she also watch how my hands flexed around the machine and my shoulders moved in tandem with the actions. I could feel her eyes on me and I tried my best to not turn around.

Cutting the polisher off I spun on the spot and waved her over, I grabbed her forearm and pulled her to stand in front on me and place her hands on the machine so she could have a turn. What a stupid idea. My hands were on hers and I turned it on again continuing my ministrations, however the only thing I could think of was how her ass was pressing into my stomach and thighs, for a while everything was fine but when she turned and gave me her award winning smile and nose scrunch I just melted. Before either of us got hurt I turned the polisher of and took off my earmuffs placing them on the bench, Larissa did the same carefully talking them off her head, as I turned to face her again, Larissa looked at me for a moment then grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me, like really kissed me.

I was in shock but didn’t pull away- why would I? it was rough and urgent but fuck it was delicious, she was delicious. Larissa manoeuvred me to sit on top of the counter without breaking the kiss, I hopped up and fisted the sides of her dress and the plush skin that’s hidden beneath it, I felt her tongue lick at the the seem of my lips and with out hesitation I let her enter and explore my mouth. Her hands gently scratched at my scalp before she trailed them down the front of my jumper, her delicate fingers moving tantalisingly slow over my breasts as I grope her ass. Just as she went lower towards my stomach, I pulled back breathless with my eyes closed I, couldn’t see the look on her face as I did so.

Larissa stoped her movements and placed her palms on my thighs, she too was breathing quite heavily, the whole situation was so intense more so now that I pulled back, I didn’t want to but I can’t let her feel the parts of myself that I’m so ashamed of. Her thumbs stroke at my legs in a reassuring manner and her head ducked ever so slightly to catch my attention since I peeled my eyes open. “Sorry… um, we should get going now.” I said quietly it almost echoed through the empty house- it certainly echoed through Larissa’s mind, she was taken aback and so confused, but if I needed to stop, she wouldn’t begrudge me of that.

I quickly pack up my stuff and walked back to the truck in silence, safe to say I felt like shit, I don’t want to offend her in anyway because she’s perfect, beautiful, incredible in every sense of the word and I’m just… well, me. Turning the keys in the ignition and setting off again, I glanced at her fidgeting hands in her lap, hesitantly I placed my own on top of one of hers, Larissa looked at me directly as my eyes were trained on the road, my expression displayed a huge amount of guilt. She was watching me so intensely try to wrap her head around what’s going on in mine, I turned to her and really looked into her eyes as an apology, as a ‘it’s not you it’s me’ kind of look, she engaged the silent conversation with ‘it’s ok’ while also cracking a little smile. I returned my eyes to the road and never let go of her hand.

“Oh, see that house over there? It’s my dream home!” I said excitedly, my eyes lit up and my demeanour changed drastically. “That horrid, run down, abandoned looking one? I don’t even want to ask why.” She chuckled. “Look at it though, it has sooo much potential, imagine all of the work I could do to fix it up, it could be beautiful, and its would be massive on the inside.” I said, Larissa looked at me as if I were insane, to be fair if someone said they wanted to live in a shit hole like that I’d be pretty perplexed to. “Mm I can see that now…I suppose.” She hummed watching it fade from view, after a short couple of minutes we made it back to the work shop where I put away the truck and ushered Larissa to my personal car that stayed there overnight.

Without asking I went strait home in dying need of a shower and led Larissa to take purchase in the lounge room to wait, politely I offered her a drink in which she asked for a tea, I made it and placed it on the coffee table beside her. “Thank you darling.” She whispered smiling up at me once I straightened up. “I’ll be out in a minute.” I said leaving her to go to my room. Larissa sat in comfortable silence casually sipping on the drink, before she set it back down she took ahold of the poetry book that still remained in its previous place, as she opened it there were lots of little sheer sticky notes on the pages, only scanning through the highlighted ones there was one in particular she read over and over.

‘She was beautiful, but not like those girls in magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.

She is beautiful.’

Larissa kept going throughout the book to relise they were all pertaining to women, it gave her enough satisfaction to know that I did take an interest to woman and that she wasn’t the only one.

Out of the shower, I reapplied light make up and dressed in baggy casual clothes -because I don’t have anything else- and stepped back out into her presence, Larissa set the book back in place before I could see and stood up walking towards me. “Do you want me to take you back now? Or do you want to go somewhere or watch a movie?” I asked. “A film sounds lovely.” She said. “Would you rather out here or in my room?” I questioned. “Where ever you’d like.” She answered. I turned and motioned for her to enter my room, she took off her heels, shed herself from her coat and left it on the floor beside her shoes and sat on the edge of the bed.

I let Larissa flick through Netflix, she’d look at one, contemplate it, watch the trailer, then move to the next one, It wasn’t a bother, it gave me more time to unabashedly watch her. While her eyes were glued to the screen I inched my hand closer to hers and lightly fiddled with her fingers, observing red painted nails against slightly chipped pink ones, our hand were close in size but her fingers were skinnier than mine, ultimately shes skinnier then me in every way. So lost in deep thought my hand traveled up her arm and to her shoulder, then neck, then face. Larissa was doing everything within her to not move, she didn’t want it to end, she was so afraid that if she breathed to hard I would stop.

Snapping back to reality I didn’t pull away, I tried to embrace it, that I did. I grasped the remote in her hand and crawled slowly to straddle her lap, though I didn’t sit on her I mearly hovered, I’m far too heavy for her. Larissa kept her body still and only moved her eyes. “I dont know what I’m doing.” I said quietly, I had her face in my hands and peered deeply into her cobalt eyes. “That’s ok sweetheart, you don’t need to… but, what do you want?” She asked at the same level of voice. For a moment I thought of how to say what I want. “I… I’d like to-uh… I want to touch you.” I said sounding like an inexperienced teenager with a burning blush. “Then touch me.” She said, her pupils dilated and her voice dripping with seduction.

But of course Violet does something stupid and starts to have a minor panic attack. Larissa’s expression turned concerned, she slung her arms around my neck, pulled me flush against her and stroked at my damp hair. “It’s ok, your alright.” She cooed in my ear, my hands and thighs were trembling and burning from clenching the muscles in my legs to stop me from putting my weight on her. Slowly I pulled back. “I need to tell you something.” I said shakily, I know I have to, she needs to understand what the fuck is wrong with me. Larissa nodded and waited patiently for my breathing to slow and to take a pause to muster up the courage of what I’m about to say. You haven’t spoke about this for 15 years Violet, what makes you think she’ll care?

“I’m not sure how you’re going to feel about this but…” I took in another deep breath. “When I was 20, I met a man and we fell in love…” Larissa nodded for me to continue. “We were together for 3 years and by the time I was 23, we were engaged. We wanted to start a family before we got married…” I said, Larissa’s brows knitted together wondering where I was going with this. “So… we tried to have a baby, but after a while, it wasn’t working. I went to the doctor and I was told that-.” I cut myself off to restrain any and all tears. “I was told I couldn’t have children, that I’m infertile.” I said. Larissa thinking I was finished told me that’s ok and that she’s very sorry for how unfortunate that is. “It doesn’t change my view on you though Violet.” She said brushing the hair out of my face.

“But… he thought he wasn’t trying hard enough.” I continued, Larissa’s face and stomach dropped at the statement. “So, he tried harder, more frequently, longer.” I said flinching at my own words. “And when he got tired of it… he threw me away. He told me I was useless and selfish for not being able to give him kids, and then two weeks later he told me that he got another woman pregnant.” I said filling with a little bit of relief as I finally let it out. Larissa was utterly dumbfounded, she sat in shock hardly knowing how to comprehend what I just said. “That’s why I moved to Jericho 15 years ago.” I added. “And… since then, I haven’t- been with anyone else.”

Oh. She thought, this makes so much sense now, Larissa understands how this is an issue for me and considers how I must be feeling. “I’m so unbelievably sorry that happened to you darling. I’m so proud that you told me. But I still remain unfazed, I will not hold you to a different light because of your past, I do not begrudge you of something that has been done to you and happened to you… I promise, it actually makes me more akin to you sweetheart.” She said softly.

I took the opportunity to smash my lips against hers, so full of passion, so full of love, on my behalf anyway. Our teeth and tongues clashing together being completely in sync, the both of us let out breathy moans from the pleasure, Larissa grasped the sides of my thighs and pushed me down to completely sit on her, uncomfortably I did so and without her disrupting asking me to get off I stayed there. In a bound of confidence I pulled her flush against me to access the zip of her dress, she let me drag it down the expanse of her back and pull it down her shoulders, pulling away from the kiss I observed her bra clad breasts and my mouth practically watered from the sight alone.

She reached behind her to unclasp her white lace bra watching me the whole time, the slid the straps down her shoulders and removed it completely and tossed it to the other side of the bed. My eyes flicked down and her breasts were on full view, I brought my hand up to her chest and palmed them slowly, Larissa’s head lulled to the side and let her eyes flutter close. Her skin was so soft and so smooth compared to the skin of my hands, but she didn’t seem to care. I leaned in closer to kiss her shoulder then eventually up her neck and jaw. Larissa tugged at the hem of my shirt wanting me to take it off. I pulled back yet again and lifted it half way before I paused to meet her gaze. She nodded and I continued to strip it off.

My own red bra was displayed in front of her, Larissa’s breath hitched as she took in the sight, my blush returned and all I could do was cover my stomach. I wasn’t too phased at my own breasts and the stretch marks on them at this moment, from the way she was staring I couldn’t tell if she was repulsed or just looking, she removed my arms from in front of me and her sight lowered to my stomach, obviously if we are to continue she’d have to see but all I wanna do is put my shirt back on.

Larissa traced her fingertips along my sides and hummed in what seemed to be delight. “So pretty.” She muttered. “I’m sorry.” I said at the same time, she looked at me through heavy lidded eyes. “What for?” She asked. “Well I’m not as beautiful as you, I’m sorry that if you want to stop because of it.” I said. “Fuck no Violet. Look at you, you’re curvy and delicious, you’re so sexy my darling... Do you want your know my favourite part?” She whispered leaning into my ear. “Yes.” I answered. “These, and this.” Larissa’s fingers danced over the stretch marks of my breasts and stomach. Internally my insides were fluttering and heat pulled at the apex of my core.

“Can I take this off?” She asked referring to my bra. I let her remove it, as a little gasp left her lips I once again took the opportunity to kiss her again. I couldn’t stop myself from bucking my hips into hers looking for friction to grind down on. Larissa clamped her hand on my hips and roughly guided me back and forth across her thighs whilst simultaneously diving into my chest with her mouth, she latched her lips around my left bud and sucked hard causing me to arch into her more and throw my head back in pleasure. She didn’t forget to give the other attention either.

I got off her lap and asked her to lay down, as she did so I ripped off her dress that was still wrapped around her waist and unceremoniously tossed it aside. Larissa’s stomach was pale and soft much like her breasts all I want to do is mark and bite it, I sat between her parted legs and hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and rushed to get them off her long legs, I couldn’t slow down even if I wanted to, she’s like a drug or aphrodisiac that runs freely within my veins. Her pussy now on full display and her body at my mercy, I looked down at her, my own lust exuding and at that moment we both knew this wasn’t going to be sweet or timid, it wasn’t going to be gentle. It was going to be rough and urgent. It was going to be sinful and nether of us could stop it. I’ve depraved myself for far too long long and I can’t push her away.

Making myself comfortable on my knees and bending to level with her heat, I gave her one last look before latching onto her clit. The moan she let out was almost pornographic and only made my own pussy contract around nothing and leave me with ruined underwear. Larissa fisted the sheets beside her with one hand and with the other she gripped my hair pushing my face into her impossibly harder, she ground down on my face searching for more. I gazed through my lashes to view her blissed out face and kiss swollen lips, like I said, it’s not possible for her to ever be unattractive.

She made eye contact with me and slightly controlled her face more to clearly see through her hazy eyes. I brought my hand up to her entrance and carried on with my assault on her clit, sitting up a little I made sure she could see what I’m doing, I held up a finger, then another, then another, clearly signalling three. With those three fingers I wiped up her folds before entering every single one at the same time, she hissed and her eyes rolled towards the back of her head, the sight of her was just as pleasurable as what I’m giving her. “Fuck… oh fuck yes.” She moaned.

After her third orgasm she pushed me away from her overstretched and over simulated core, crawling back up her body I left red and purple marks on her otherwise untouched stomach and sternum. Larissa yanked me up to her face and kissed me again using her tongue to taste herself. “Your turn.” She growled flipping me over onto my back, Larissa undid the drawstring of my pants and shimmied them of my legs along with my underwear, I hadn’t even realised I used my hands to cover my stomach again, not until she lifted them of and kissed my palms and placed them on her shoulders. Larissa sat on my lap and used her nails to graze over my arms and sides, this was only the beginning, she tormented and teased for a long time before she couldn’t refuse the inevitable.

Panting out of control and sweating to high heaven, we lay side by side completely naked and exhausted. Larissa stood from the bed and walked into my ensuite with her hips swaying, I sat up wondering why she left. She’s probably touching up her make up and getting ready to leave. I thought, a melancholy feeling filled me and I reached for my t-shirt and slipped it back over my head. Hopping off the bed as well I pick up the strewn clothes and place them nicely on the end of the bed. I smiled at the thought of what just happened, Larissa was so beautiful with her smudged lipstick and mascara, the tremble in her limbs when she came, the way she looked at me when I came undone, even the little bits of hair that came loose to frame her face. Larissa was more than this though, she deserved more, something more domestic, more beautiful than a passionate fuck I suppose. Larissa deserves home cooked meals and hand holding in the street, she’s worth the efforts that a romantic relationship includes, like bathing together and eating together or having someone she loves’ chest to lay on. I think the worst part is that I know I’m not that person.

Larissa walked out of the bathroom with a wet cloth and looked at me quizzically. “What are you doing?” She asked. I stood back from the bed and cracked my knuckles nervously, avoiding the art work I stained her body with. “I thought you wanted to leave… I was just picking up your clothes so they didn’t get to creased.” I said looking to the ground. Larissa paced towards me grasping my arm and pushing me to lay back down. I followed her silent instruction but was confused as to why she started to lift my shirt again. “What are you doing?” I whispered. “Cleaning you up.” She answered. It felt like the air was knocked out of my lungs at her statement. Tears threatened to spill from the corners of my eyes, Larissa spread my knees and started to gently wipe away the accumulated arousal.

She sat folding the material continuously and cleaned me until she was satisfied. Her eyes moved to looked at mine and her self satisfactory smile faded once she saw my burning cheeks and wet eyes. “Oh what’s the matter?” She asked tossing the rag to the door way of the ensuite and cupping my face. “No-.” I stuttered. “No one’s…” Larissa’s brows raised trying to understand. “Nobody’s ever done that for me before.” I said chocking on my uneven breath. “Oh darling.” She said dragging my body up to hers embracing me tightly.

Larissa looked at me like I was the most fragile thing in the universe, I hated it, I wish I wasn’t like this. A while later we decided on a movie and snuggled under the covers, she stroked at my hair and giggled at the screen from time to time, I didn’t give a fuck about the tv, to be in this moment with her was so for filling and wholesome. I pondered for a second before letting myself ask the question. “Larissa?” I started. “Mmm?” She hummed looking down at me. “I was wondering if you would like to come away with me after Christmas?” I said hoping she would but trying to come to terms with the possibility she’d say no. “Yes.” She said with a grin. Oh. “I have to go to my parents houses, dads for the first week then mums for a week… if you’re not comfortable with that-.” She nodded enthusiastically and said. “Yes I will, what day do we leave?” I looked at her wondering why she seems so excited but continued anyway. “The 27th, my sister’s are gonna be there and my nieces, which is nice I haven’t seen them for a long time.” I said. Larissa agreed and was looking forward to it, and of course she started to make a mental list of what to pack.

For the rest of the afternoon we stayed in bed and went through countless amounts of movies and whatever snacks I had in my pantry. She sat in my clothes, in my bed, in my room, in my home, Larissa to me felt like she belonged there, like this is exactly where she’s supposed to be, because to be honest I’m really being to think she is my home, Larissa weems owns it all though, all the materialistic things I own from the things in my house to the clothes I wear on my back as well as my heart and soul and if she wanted me to I’d kill myself if she asked. I love her more than anything. perhaps it is more personal than it is professional, but that’s the tragic part isn’t it?

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[lux1fer]

y'all remember that discord rp animatic abt ink and error. guess who worked on it some more ya so a lot's happened! the animatic actually leaves off really early in the rp- a lot of stuff has been happening, its just that a lot less of it is error and ink related lol the story goes as follows: (providing timestamps so u guys know what im talking abt) 0:00 ink and error (alongside many others) are trapped in this safehouse(the multiverse outside it is collapsing) which. as the name depicts. keeps them safe the safehouse has a dome surrounding it that's miles thick with concrete, metal, all that 0:13 error REALLY does not like being trapped here, so he tried breaking through the walls with his blasters 0:26 ink attempts to convince him not to (as it is against the rules to break the walls) but error doesn't listen. they have a big fight and error ends up breaking the dome's outer layer- which is what essentially lights up the entire place, and gives the illusion they're on earth. 0:51 he, alongside ink, are sent to a dungeon as punishment. (they end up making a friend there) and they use the owner of the dome's aunt to bribe him into letting everyone out. 1:17 error and the owner end up having a private discussion, in which error realizes the owner- the guy he DESPISED, was exactly like him. they both killed multiverses. they both killed people for fun. 1:22 he ends up having a fight with his own morals, before deciding he'd change for the better. 1:29 error frees the owner's aunt in exchange for the freedom of the people locked in the dungeon with him. 1:42 while he's walking out of the dungeon, he apologizes to ink for everything he's done 1:45 error walks back to his room and cries. 1:48 ink ends up pushing a chocolate bar with a note on it through the crook at the bottom of error's door the note says he forgives him. error cries again because of it. 1:51 ink and error end up hugging

thats where the story left off previously, buuuuuut its continued :3 1:52 eventually, ink realizes that he's run out of his lil emotion vials due to the corruption of the multiverse, which is an issue ! 1:59 due to ink's rapidly decaying health, error decides to give up half of his soul to save the guy from going kaput! this causes issuesss 2:04 nightmare- who had come to the safehouse, decides to mess with error's mind. he convinces him to get back into his old habits, under the pretense that he's weak and pathetic otherwise. error believes this. (also nightmare was redesigned by a friend of mine- her name is al! she doesnt have tumblr i dont believe though so raghh i cant ping her) 2:17 in what can only be described as a mental breakdown, error attempts to take back the half of his soul he gave to ink 2:30 error hesitates- he doesn't truly want to hurt ink, though he's not too sure why. 2:36 (its not on screen cus i couldn't fit it) error decides to capture and attempt to kill pj and gradient (who are here too!) instead, but this backfires as ink was no longer captured. ink knocks him out with his brush. WAGHH so much word vomit ! this rp is so much fun though i didnt mention it in the other post but i figure id mention it here; this rp is hosted by my good friend @interncontinental! i really suggest you check his work out, he makes amazing artwork and is super creative with worldbuilding and character creation :3

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Meat and great 2: Id fuck me

Part 1 part 3

A\n: if you know me irl and you see this…no you didn't. Smut below the cut!

Warnings: spencer is still a creep, afab reader ,smut, consensual sex, kind of bondege

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When I woke up I felt something strange on my wrists and ankles. I opened my eyes and I was in a different room than the pit I woke up in the previous day. My wrists and ankles are tied to the bed posts. I pull against them, they don't break. I observe the room more closely, there is plain white wallpaper, and band/movie posters everyware. There's also a nightstand to the right of me, to the left of me the bed is pressed against the wall, across the room is the door, there are no windows. As I am looking around there's a knock on the door and in walks Spencer with a tray of pancakes and orange juice. “Good morning Love! I brought you some breakfast.” he says in a cheery voice. “Oh and I hope you don't mind, I have upgraded you to a room!” “Thank you.” He sets the tray of food on the nightstand, and takes a seat next to me on the bed. “So how did you sleep?” He asks as he lifts one of his hands up to push back a strand of your hair. “I don't know, okay I guess.” “Well that's awesome! Do you want to eat before or after you take a shower?”

‘a shower?’ I thought confusion was probably apparent on my face as Spencer began speaking again. “Just so you know i won't leave you in there alone, and there are no windows so dont think about yelling or running.” he smiled. “I guess ill shower first.” he nodded quickly untying my legs. 

‘I could kick him right now but my hands are still tied.’ I thought as he came up to the head of the bed and turned toward the nightstand and opened the first drawer on top. He pulled out a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs. I raise an eyebrow. “Don't want you to be too uncomfy.” Spencer states as he grabs my right wrist and cuffs it, the he unties my left arm and brings it to the right side cuffing it as well, then finally Spencer unties my right wrist leaving only the hand cuffs on me as he helps me off the bed.

We walk down a dimly lit hallway, we pass a few closed doors till we reach the end of the hall way. Spencer stops walking and opens the very last door to revel a bathroom. Like he said now windows and no way out. He pushes me in to the bathroom and hes not far behind closing the door and locking both of us in the room. I turn to him “So how am I supposed to get my shirt off when i am handcuffed?”i  question spencer responds “well i have extra coles for you here love so ripping one shirt wont really mater.” ‘more clothes? How long has the psycho been planing this for?’ “Ok well can you help me?” He nods and with a packet knife i just know noticed he was holding Spencer cuts the shirt from collar to  the bottom of the fabric, then he begin to cut the short sleeves in half to make it easy to removed while i was still bound by the cuffs. After that i was left in a bra and he still hasn't removed my pants. I see Spencer staring straight at my chest. Oddly, I didn't hate him looking at me this way. It was kinda hot. What is wrong with me? While i was thinking spencer had un hooked and cut both of my bra straps in one swipe, leaving me topless in front of him.

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He picked me up and sat me on the counter next to the sink. Then he kissed me and i kiss back.”your beautiful.”he says as he re connected our lips this time more hungry I was so wet for him, I wanted to feel his cock inside of me. He turned me around and put my hands on the wall. He kissed me hard, and I could feel his cock growing against my stomach.His tongue explored every inch of my mouth as he pushed me up against the wall. I was getting so hot and bothered that I needed him inside of me.He broke our kiss and began to undress.He looked at me with those eyes that were darkening with lust. He took off his shirt and pants and then he pushed me back down on the counter and pulled my panties off. He slid them off my feet and tossed them aside. I spread my legs wide for him and felt the cool air hit my pussy. He moved closer to me and put his cock in between my legs.He rubbed it up and down my slit, teasing me. I closed my eyes and moaned softly. He put it right on my opening and slowly entered me. It felt so good, him stretching me out with his length He held himself there, not moving just letting me get used to the feeling of him inside of me. I felt so full, so complete. I couldn't wait to have all of him inside of me He started sliding in and out of me. I was so wet, I could feel it running down my thighs. He grabbed my hips and started pounding into me harder and faster. My head was thrown back, I was moaning loudly. I didn't know how much more I could take. He leaned over me and started kissing me hard. He bit my lip and then sucked on my tongue. He thrust deeper and harder until I could feel myself about to cum.I could hear him moan and I knew he was close too! wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. We both came together, I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me. He fell on top of me and we both caught our breaths. He rolled over and laid next to me. He kissed my forehead and said "I love you" ‘i might be starting to love him too’ I think. But i reply with a nod.”okay lets actually shower.” Spencer laughs.

Then we actually took a shower since I was still handcuffed Spencer washed my hair and body. Then he washed himself. After we were done spencer wrapped me in a towel and  dried me off then he un-cuffed me and re dressed me, he put one of his shirts on me and some black panties.He quickly throws a pair of boxers on and then he led me back to the room i woke up in earlier i lay down a and spencer turns to leave the room. “Wait!” I shout as Spencer turns to face me again. “Yes love?” “Can you stay in here with me tonight?” I said quietly. He nods and closes the door behind him as he walks back over to my bed and lays next to me. I move closer me facing the wall with him behind me. He gets the hint and wraps his arm around my waist pulling me close.i close my eyes and think…

‘Maybe this isn't going to be too bad. I could stay here for a bit longer.’

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a/n: if you like this let me know and ill make a part 3!

[thornswoggled]

105 stream of consciousness, lets get it

what a whammo of an opening shot. this hits different if you read ghost and witch

JASMINE SMASHING THEM INTO A GOO PILE HELP???? HELP ME.... HEEEEELP..... HEEEEEEEEELP.....

second time weve had puppies on a cover in recent times. first was 102 with chise and ruth lying in a puppy pile. and then of course there was the egg/baby bird imagery in 103. baby animals on baby animals. i know yamazaki just likes dogs, but im sure theres symbolism there

i fucking knew we were gonna start with a flashback to get the full story on what happened at the end of 100

can i draw your attention to the fact that in this flashback, jasmine is wearing a big white sweater on top of a black collared shirt, and chise in the present is wearing a big black sweater on top of a white collared shirt. im telling you man. white dragon vs red dragon. the parallels are paralleling

rian questioning if jasmine is a sleigh beggy is really interesting. and "thats the law" about sleigh beggys being kept housebound. theres laws among alchemists about that? why is chise allowed to wander about, then? because shes a mage so it doesnt apply to her, probably. you cant make a mage follow the law of an alchemist

lil fella full body hugging her is sooooo cute

so isaac is the only one who doesnt know about this thing unless rian told him about it later

OLD MAN!!!! NEW OLD MAN!!!! yamazaki loooves to draw an old man

what does finn mean about "not being able to dine together" ? this feels like a weird translation. also, i guess he doesnt care about the goo dragon puppy. not paid enough to care

stellar, simple flashback with lindsay covered in blood. effective without doing too much. whoa, its a flashback within a flashback..

lindsay already knows about lil fella, if only vaguely... thats really funny. i wonder if he knows in the present? id like to see the twins shock when he goes "yeah i knew you had that thing"

IT CHEWED THE CORNER OFF THE WALL PLEAAAASE

just noticed on the slider that this is a longer chapter than weve been getting recently

you can definitely tell that yamazaki is copy and pasting the twins in the "OH." panel. i love that. work smarter not harder

really freaky deaky body horror with this thing. im telling you yamazaki should do a horror one day

all signs point to lil fella being a piece broken off of the white dragon. ruth barking at it is. really good

speaking of, this is an old house, and lil fella is made of a rocky crystal sort of stuff. i wonder if the guys downstairs can hear all this rowdy thumping from chises room

whooooo is this greaser dude jasmine is thinking of. if its one thing yamazaki is gonna do its drop a nugget and decline to elaborate

CHISE IMMEDIATELY FOLDING AND TELLING ELIAS bwahh fdshfs sdfjfj sdjfsdjf

"give me some room!!" chise has been really really resistant lately to getting touched by elias. of course, part of it is she doesnt want her friends to know... being around a lot of people has made her more self conscious about how others perceive their relationship. i think the incident in 98 has also made her cagier. maybe shes having her "im 16 i should be at the club" moment. shes gonna make him crash out dude

makes sense that elias wouldnt care about lil fella. it doesnt impact him at all and hes largely unconcerned with right or wrong

im surprised chise brought up the conversation with lindsay. didnt he broach the subject to elias after chise already left the room? maybe her dragon ears are just that sharp

"it was grown-up talk" i really dont like that. it sounds infantilizing and im glad chise pushed back against it. i remember that the anime reinterpreted a line that elias said as "this is not a matter for children," and someone on here talked about how elias only said it that way to recontextualize a line chise says later on about "are there really things adults can do that i cant?" looking at the manga alone, this doesnt seem in character and i dont like elias treating her like a child. it would be fine if they werent pseudo-married. but they are. so..... ya, blegh

loving chises "you cant even tell me??? 👉👈" she is so funny. manipulate that old man chise

him keeping it a secret reminding chise of adults arguing about what to do with her when she was younger....... ooooouuuugh

this isnt helping with how insane i was about this secret conversation earlier. if it was about lindel and iceland im not sure elias would be reluctant to share

"i guess that would make joseph an adult too" SHES SO FUNNY HELP

i appreciate that we are also getting elias' side of things in saying "i only said it to get her off my case." very much the same attitude we saw from him in early arc 1. but im surprised chise is even asking him this as if he would know

TINY ELIAS AND RAHAB IM GONNA CORN ON THE COB MYSELF WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THAAAAAT. he looks sooo goofy

i dont love the bold and creepy font used here when elias calls her a child. but it suits how i feel about this conversation... so....

honestly, this all serves to remind us that in addition to being a fantasy, tamb is more of a coming of age than a romance

switch of setting to iceland. good! maybe thats what the convo was about after all

oh, is this the dragon that cursed chise? poor thing is still traumatized and scared of people

all right lindel just confirmed it for me. discussion of trauma taking a long time to overcome... yamazaki you arent slick i know where youre going with this

tamb having its maximum ride environmentalism heel turn moment

why is scary lindel kinda... uh... who said that

hilda entreating him like a medieval knight. does she think he doesnt understand modern english syntax

HUH!!!!! well that answered a lot of questions and left room for some more to be answered. id say pretty satisfying overall

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Nomad's Girl - Mob!Steve x Reader

Summary: Mob life can be dangerous, but Steve shows you the lengths he'll go to to make you feel safe

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Soft!Dark!Steve! Mob Environment! Violence! Attempted Sexual Assault! Mention of Drugs! Trauma! Angst! Fluff! SMUT 18+ ONLY! Minors DNI!

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You gently knocked your knuckles against the office door, hearing the deep timbre of your man calling you in. Opening the door you smirk as you lean against the door frame.

“You asked to see me boss?” You say with a lopsided grin.

Steve looks up from his desk, a smirk growing as he leans back in his chair “yeah come in and close the door behind you” he tells you.

You do as your told before sauntering over to him. Coming to a stop beside him, your hand running over the back of his shoulders.

“Not working too hard are you?” You ask with a knowing arch of your brow.

“Not anymore” he smirks, wrapping around your waist and pulling you down so you straddled his hips.

You grin your hands lifting to cup his cheeks, fingers scratching through his beard that you loved so much “let me guess you want some help to unwind”

“You know me so well Angel” Steve smiles his hands moving to cup your ass, your own smile growing when you heard your pet name.

You had never expected to fall for one of the most notorious Mob leaders in the state of New York but here you were head over heels for the man. He could be rough and tough when he needed to be, but he was also incredibly soft, especially with you. He often said you fell straight from heaven and deserved to be treated as such.

“Well we better be quick, I don’t want anyone suspecting what we’re up to,” you say placing a kiss to his lips as you stood up.

You and Steve were still relatively new and with your job as a dancer in his club and the risk of his enemies hurting you, you had kept your relationship quiet and secret.

“No we don’t want that do we” Steve smirks as he unbuttons his jeans “so let's get busy doll”

You grin pushing down your booty shorts before climbing back onto his lap. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as you line yourself up and slowly sink down onto him.

“Fuck you take me so well Angel” Steve hisses as he grips your ass “fucking made for me”

“Shit you feel so good” you gasp as you start rolling your hips.

Steve groans as he grips your hips hard, guiding you so you ground harder down onto him. Your back arching giving him perfect access to your chest.

When your eyes met his, Steve lost all self-control practically growling as he stood up from his chair, dropping you down onto his desk so he could pound into you harder. His hand gripping your breast, pulling down your bra so he could play with your sensitive peak.

“Tell me your close” Steve ground out, his brows furrowed in concentration.

“So close” you gasped, head thrown back.

Steve gives you a quick lopsided grin as his free hand moves from your hips, his fingers brushing over your clit sending shockwaves through your body. It wasn’t long until you hit your high, your walls clenching around him. Steve let out a groan as he hit his own end.

The both of you remained there for a couple of moments just catching your breaths. Steve then slowly pulls out of you, opening his desk drawer and pulling out tissues before gently cleaning you up.

He helped you up from the desk, softly putting you back together and fixing your hair. He smiles at you gently as he cups your cheeks and presses a languid kiss to your lips.

“Now, you get back out there, dazzle them and don’t take any shit” he grins.

“Aye, aye Captain” you smirk giving his a small salute.

“Get going trouble” he chuckles before guiding you back towards the door.

“See you later Stevie” you grin kissing his cheek before slipping back out to the rest of the club.

It was a dark, misty, winter’s evening as you walked the short distance from the subway station to the club. Even though you had wrapped up warm with a thick turtle neck jumper, thick fluffy leggings and a long coat you still felt the chill.

The fog that had settled over the city had given it an eerie glow. You could barely see a few feet ahead of you. The only indication that you were on the right street was the glow of the neon signs breaking through the fog.

You wrapped your arms around yourself tighter in an attempt to maintain some body heat. You could see the glow of the club sign just ahead, the warmth of it beckoning you closer.

“Hey um sorry can you help me?” You hear someone say behind you.

Turning around you saw a man standing there with his hands deep in his pockets “um what’s wrong?” You ask.

“I’m just looking for this bar,” he says walking closer to show you his phone, “I thought it was on this street but I can’t find it”

“Oh yeah you need to go a block over, it’s got a big red neon sign can’t miss it” you tell him nodding in the direction he needed to go.

“Thanks, hey let me buy you a drink to thank you” he offers pointing over his shoulder with his thumb.

“Oh no I’m good thanks,” you say shaking your head, taking a couple of steps back.

“Oh c’mon just one drink, it’ll be fun” he smiles, but the smile wasn’t as sincere as before, it was sinister.

“No I’ve got to get going,” you say firmly, taking more steps away.

“No, you don’t” he states grabbing hold of your arm.

“Let go of me” you shout trying to pull your arm free, but his grip was too tight.

“I’m not letting a pretty girl as you get away” he grins evilly, pulling you towards a dark alley.

“No, get off!” You screech trying to push him off you, only for him to punch you hard across the face.

“Stop fighting bitch” he growls as he wraps his arm around you to restrain you.

You continue to try and fight him off but he was stronger than you, harshly shoving you against a wall, the bricks scratching and cutting your face. Freezing when you felt him grab your ass. You could hear your mind screaming for you to do something but you were frozen, leaving you to just wait for the inevitable.

The sound of a bottle smashing further down the alley wakes you from your stupor. Your attacker pulled back to see who it was so you used the opportunity to throw your elbow back into his face, right at his nose.

“Ah fuck” the man groans as he stumbles back.

You then use your bag to whack him across the head and to the floor, kicking him in the gut for good measure before running out of the alley. You ran the rest of the way to the club not even daring to look back to see if the man was following.

Once inside the club, you ran straight towards Steve’s office not even bothering to knock before you burst in, slamming the door behind you before completely breaking down.

At the sound of the door slamming Steve’s head snapped up, Bucky and Sam quickly turned to face you. Steve was up from his desk like a shot, surging towards you, tenderly cupping your cheeks as he surveyed the damage to your face.

“Who did this to you?” He growled.

“I- I- I don’t” you stutter through the tears, your entire body shaking from the shock and the adrenaline.

“Where was he?” Steve questions gently.

“In the alley” you manage to say pointing in the direction of the alley.

“Okay,” Steve nods, gently guiding you away from the door “go see if he’s still there, and bring him here for me to deal with if he is” Steve orders, Bucky and Sam nodding in understanding before heading out of the office.

Steve gently leads you over to his chair, getting you to sit down before crouching down in front of you “Angel can you tell me what happened? Are you hurt anywhere else?” He asks softly.

“Just my face” you sniffle.

“Okay, take your time, tell me whenever you’re ready” he reassures you, kissing your forehead as he stands “I’m just gonna get the first aid kit”

You give him a quick nod of your head, wrapping your arms around your waist to hug yourself as he disappeared from the office. You were staring down at the floor but you weren’t looking at it, all you could see were flashbacks of what just happened over and over again.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t noticed Steve return until he places a blanket around your shoulders. You flinched away from him, looking up at him, eyes wide in fear before relaxing when you realised it was only him.

“Hey it's okay, you’re safe now,” Steve says softly, placing a reassuring hand on your knee.

“Did Sam and Bucky find him?” You ask quietly.

Steve lets out a sigh as he shakes his head “no, he scarpered… can you remember anything about him? We might be able to track him down”

“No” you mutter shaking your head “not really it all happened so fast and it was foggy- he- he said he was looking for this bar but I think that was just a rouse”

“Okay well from now on you won’t be walking here alone, I’ll have Buck or Sam drive you and if you see him again you tell them and we’ll make him pay” Steve promises squeezing your knee gently “now let's get you cleaned up”

You give him a slight nod of your head as he opens up the first aid box. He pours some antiseptic onto a cotton pad before gently touching it to your cheek. Despite how gentle he was you still flinched at the stinging sensation, recoiling away.

“I’m sorry I’ll be as quick and as gentle as I can” Steve promises “you can squeeze my hand if you want” he offers holding out his free hand.

You nod taking his hand, the rough and calloused skin bringing you comfort. He went back to work on cleaning you up. You tried your hand not to flinch, squeezing Steve’s hand tightly instead, only stopping when you saw the small grimace on his face.

“Sorry” you mutter sheepishly.

“No it’s okay,” Steve says squeezing your hand “you’re just a lot stronger than you look”

You let out a small scoff shaking your head as you look down. You didn’t feel strong, you definitely weren’t strong when that man grabbed you, pulled you into the alley.

“Hey you are strong, I don’t know what he did, and you don’t have to tell me until you’re ready, but you got away and relatively unscathed,” he tells you softly.

You look up, your eyes meeting his sincere blue eyes that held only truth and love. You felt the corners of your lips twitch upwards and you leant forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Thank you Stevie” you whisper, burying your head in the crook of his neck.

Steve instantly wraps his arms around you securely, his large hands running up and down your back soothingly. He presses kisses to the side of your head and shoulder.

“Anything for you Angel” he mutters.

Two weeks had passed since you had been attacked. You had finally told Steve what had happened after a week, only doing so after waking up screaming from a nightmare. You had been scared to tell him, worried that he’d hate you, think you were tainted. But he reassured you that he would never hate you, that the only person who deserved to get hurt was the creep that touched you.

You were currently sitting on the couch in Steve’s office, doing the last of your makeup before heading out into the bar to work. You could feel Steve’s eyes on you from his seat at his desk. Glancing over your suspicions were confirmed when you saw his concerned gaze.

“You know you don’t have to return to work if you’re not ready,” he tells you softly.

You let out a long sigh as you put away your lipstick “I’m fine Steve” you say quietly, not looking up as you continue to put the rest of your makeup away.

You refuse to look over when you hear him get up from his desk and walk over to you, only just glancing over when he couched down next to you.

“Angel, you’re not fine and that’s okay,” he says softly, putting his hand on your knee.

“I will be fine then” you huff still not looking at him properly.

“Angel” Steve presses hooking his finger under your chin and turning it so you couldn’t avoid his gaze any longer.

You swallow blinking back your tears “sorry” you whisper.

“Hey, hey, no, you have nothing to apologise for,” Steve says moving to sit beside you on the couch, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you onto his lap.

“It’s just- it’s just that all I want is to go back to normal, I don’t want to be sat around just thinking about it, reliving it, I want to just work and be me again but I just have this horrible anxiety feeling in my gut and I know it’s probably nothing and I’ll feel fine once I’m out there but…” you ramble shaking your head.

“I know Angel, I know” Steve reassures you, kissing your cheek “and it will be normal again, just a different kind of normal, you’ll still be you but things will be slightly different because that’s just the way it happens when you experience trauma, but it doesn’t make you any less normal, and I’ll still love you all the same”

You tilt your head to look up at his, a small smile playing on your face. That was the first time Steve had told you that he loved you and it just made your heart swell and all the anxious thoughts disappear.

You smile softly as you reach up to cup his cheek “I love you too Stevie” you whisper.

A lopsided grin grows on Steve’s face as he leans down to rest his forehead against yours “I think that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard” he admits.

“I love you too” you repeat, your smile widening alongside his.

He chuckles warmly as he cups your cheek, guiding your lips to his for a languid kiss “how are you feeling now?” He asks after a moment.

“Better, thank you Stevie” you smile softly.

“You still wanna go out there? I can ask Nat to make sure you don’t do any personal dances if you want, ease you back into it” Steve offers running his hand over your thigh softly.

“Yeah, that could work, just get her to ask me how I’m feeling, I might be completely fine once I’m out there,” you tell him with a small shrug of the shoulders.

“Okay” Steve mutters placing a kiss to your temple “I’ll let Nat know”

A few hours had passed and your shift was going well, it felt good to be back out there. Dancing on the stage, walking around with trays of drinks as you served customers.

You had just walked off stage after performing your routine when Nat met you in the corridor “There’s a man requesting a lap dance from you specifically, you feeling up to it or shall I send someone else instead” Nat asks you.

You purse your lips in thought, you had been feeling much better than you did earlier but that funny feeling hadn’t completely gone. Maybe it wouldn’t until you had a completely normal day and lap dances were a part of that.

“Yeah, it should be fine” you nod “what room is he in?” You ask.

“Room 6” Nat says nodding in the direction of the private rooms “I’ll be behind the bar if you need me”

“Thanks Nat I’m sure I’ll be fine” you smile before turning to head in the direction of the room.

Reaching room 6 you open the door and slip inside. The client sat waiting for you, his back to the door. It wasn’t unusual for clients to turn the chair around, some liked the anticipation.

Closing the door behind you, your walk over to the client, running your hand across his shoulders as you move to stand in front of him. You were about to say your usual sultry spiel but you instantly froze when you realised you recognised the man. It was the man that attacked you.

“I should have guessed you worked at Nomad’s” the man smirks up at you.

You stutter, taking a couple of steps back away from him.

“Is that what the problem was last time? I hadn’t paid?” The man says as he stands up from the chair, walking closer and backing you into the wall “because I’ve paid now, so I can do whatever I want now” he says reaching up to brush his fingers over your cheek.

“No” you whimper turning your head away.

“Oh don’t you worry Sugar, you’ll be begging for more once we get started” he smirks leaning in closer to whisper into your ear, shivers running down your spine.

“I said no” you state, your voice wobbling as you push him back.

He stumbles slightly so you try to run past him. You had barely taken one step away when he grabs you, turns you around and slams you harshly into the wall. You whimper and struggle against him but he just pushes you further into the wall, his arm pressed against the back of your neck, his other hand grabbing at your shorts trying to rip them off.

At that exact moment, he begins to pull your shorts down you hear the door crash open. The man quickly lets you go and turns around to see who it was. You take the opportunity to rush away into the far corner of the room. You let out a sigh of relief when you saw it was Steve who’d come to your rescue and he looks pissed, downright murderous.

“That’s him” you managed to tell him, nodding to the man who attacked you.

You didn’t think it was possible but the fury that was rolling off of Steve in waves increased tenfold. He stalked over to the guy, like how a Tiger would stalk his prey. He grabbed the man by the neck and slammed him into the wall, holding him just off the ground.

“Nobody touches my girls” Steve growls slamming the man back into the wall.

The man lets out a small chuckle as he glances over Steve’s shoulder at you “the bitch was begging for it” he manages to say.

Steve scoffs shaking his head “you must have misheard me” he states “nobody touches my girl”

You see the smug expression on the man’s face fall as he glances between you and Steve. Turning into a look of realisation of how much he’d fucked up.

He went to defend himself, his mouth opening, but he didn’t get the chance. Steve threw him to the ground hard and as he did so you hear the sound of something metal clattering to the floor. You realise in horror that it was your attacker’s gun and he was making a reach for it.

Without thinking you rush over kicking the gun from his reach, picking it up and aiming it at him. You didn’t need to do anything though as Steve punched the man hard in the face, breaking his nose and knocking him out cold.

Once he was satisfied that the guy was taken care of he took a step back his chest still heaving as he glared down at the man. When he finally looked over at you the fire in his eyes still hadn’t dimmed. You knew this side of Steve existed, you knew the kind of stuff he had to do, but you had never seen it before.

“I think I’m gonna vomit” you mutter before running out of the room.

You run straight down the corridor towards Steve’s office, just about making it to the trash can before your emptied your stomach contents. Once you were done you moved to sit on the couch, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

You slumped down, rubbing your forehead tiredly as you try to process it all. You began to completely dissociate as you stared down at the floor, you didn’t even realise you were still holding the gun until Steve couched down in front of you and carefully pried it from your fingers.

He then cupped your cheeks tenderly and got you to look at him, your eyes meeting his worried and loving gaze. No matter how much you tried to stop it your lower lip began to wobble and you broke down.

Steve let out a quiet sigh as he moved to sit next to you, pulling you closer so you could curl up in his lap. He holds onto you tightly, pressing kisses to the top of your head, whispering and reassuring you that you were fine and were safe.

“He can’t hurt you now, he’ll never be able to hurt you again” Steve promises.

“I-I just can’t believe it happened again” you mutter through your tears, “I thought about what I’d do differently if I saw him again, how I’d fight back but I-I didn’t I- I- I froze again”

“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s natural” Steve reassures you as he kisses your temple.

“Am I just going to be forever haunted by him?” You whisper shaking your head as you looked over at Steve.

“No, god no” Steve mutters cupping your cheek, wiping away your tears with his thumb “you’ll get past this, you’ll find your new normal, I know you can’t see it now but you will and I’ll be beside you helping you along”

You sniffle back some of your tears “thank you Stevie” you whisper, your hand moving to cover his.

“Anything for you Angel” Steve says softly, kissing your forehead.

A knock on the door has Steve pulling away slightly “come in” he calls out.

Looking over your shoulder you see Bucky walking in, he shoots you a sympathetic look before turning his attention to Steve.

“We have him contained ready for whatever you decide to do with him,” Bucky tells Steve.

“Good” Steve nods before looking down at you “I’m gonna let you decide what happens Angel, we can either dispatch him or stitch him up for something that’ll send him down for life” Steve offers, gently brushing some hair from your face.

You swallow before nodding “send him down, make him pay for the rest of his life” you decide.

“Okay, Buck take 2kg out of the safe and stuff him with it, also get into contact with Diskant to pick him up and Barber to make sure he goes down for life” Steve orders.

“Right away boss” Bucky nods before making his way back out of the office.

“Thank you Stevie” you sigh snuggling closer to him.

“Anything for you Angel, I love you so much” Steve whispers kissing the top of your head.

“I love you too” you mutter closing your eyes and letting the soothing feeling of Steve’s arms around you calm you down.

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so ive got ABSURDLY poor balance. i have no idea what exactly causes it but my best guess is a fun mixture of my abysmal eyesight, my fucked up different sized feet, my one bad ankle and perpetual limp, and with my luck theres probably some inner ear issue alongside it all. irregardless this has been an issue for my entire life and similarly to how my brain has figured out to manage with only one fully functioning eyeball i have adapted. and theres a lotttt of shit that i do to compensate for this that i dont actively think about as its happening to prevent myself from eating shit 73 times an hour

and normally i dont really think about it but ive been working at a lab full time with like 6 other people who i see for a very large amount of my time in a relatively small enclosed space which has both resulted in me being more self conscious about stuff and also people noticing and ask me directly what the fuck am i even doing

so heres a fun little list of things i do every day to avoid toppling over in the middle of work

i am INCAPABLE of free standing for more than like half a minute. by free standing i mean standing still, upright, and unsupported. i HAVE to be leaning on something (or at least holding/touching something stable), or ill be constantly swaying, or (my personal favorite) pacing like an understimulated lion in a backyard zoo because at least then if i start losing balance its easier to adjust on the fly

i have a very irregular gait when walking. sometimes i have to take narrower or wider steps to keep myself upright and moving, to the point where ill start veering one way or the other. i cant walk shoulder to shoulder with anybody ever because i WILL run into them. sometimes (especially when i first start moving) i need to cross my legs over each other for a few steps because of how bad it gets. my limp definitely does not help here

i tend to keep my hand on a wall or other surface when walking whenever i can. I especially like having a "pivot point" while turning to keep myself steady. Even if i dont actively hold the wall, ill stick by it and tap the wall with my knuckles every few feet. i also tend to "push" myself along with a hand with tables/doorframes, especially if its on the side of my bad leg

sitting down and standing up is a real challenge for me sometimes. probably the closest ive gotten to actually falling over at work has been in the process of standing or sitting. if im standing id rather stay standing. if im sitting id rather stay sitting.

when i AM sitting, i have abysmal posture and i KNOW my back is fucked up because of it. but if i sit up normally it feels like im going to fall over. im the posture child of gay people being incapable of sitting in chairs correctly

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Is it possible for childhood sa memories to never consciously resurface and the victim spend their entire life unaware of what happened to them?

...... i dont see why not really. i dont know how common that is, but id place my money on it happening at least to some

i mean, there's plenty of cases of people figuring out/theyre told they have trauma-based disorders such as DID in their 50s,60s,70s etc - so, most ot their life they remembered only small or certain parts of trauma compared to the full scope, or perhaps not much of it at all; they may spend most of their lives with entire gaps of years in their childhood memory without knowing... and the DID will protect the most active or "host" part of them from the worst ptsd symptoms for some time. i dont see why its not theoretically possible for someone to take this to the grave never knowing really. i have also heard of cases of peoples trauma of csa not coming to them until their abusers are dead and they know theyre dead, and thus the brain finally feels safe (especially heard this in the case of family members) - so, this may come when they are in their 40s, 50s, or older. its actually rather common from what i know for people to become aware or to accept these sort of traumas later on in life

...... id say tho, DID&OSDD are particular cases in extreme and repeated early childhood trauma induced disorders which create more of a.... level of protection than many have against the trauma (for some parts, while other parts carry the burden). but even without the development of such disorders its rather common for the brain to shut down/repress memories like that, and for the brain to "give them back" later on during teens, early adulthood, or adulthood depending on the individual - either because something has triggered the individual and memory, or because the brain finally feels safe enough to start breaking down those barriers...... i think in Many cases (idk if most but.. maybe most) the brains barriers start breaking down at some point, but perhaps in some cases they do not - perhaps if the individual never feels safe enough for this to happen, or doesnt encounter a particular trigger?

..... it may be the case as well that someone will experience symptoms which stem from csa, or maybe even forms of flashbacks, and that they will have behaviors infleunced by said trauma, but be unable to accept it their entire lives. they may simply keep repressing them and being unwilling to even entertain the idea that anything like that ever happened - in this case maybe there will be a tiny part of them which knows and understands, but for the most part its never processed or accepted. they will just keep building those walls up and pushing it further down - perhaps some can do this their whole lives. they may have intense nightmares or flashbacks, and obvious symptops, but still deny it completely. im sure this sort of thing can be taken to the grave too

...... id also say, this might be the case if were talking about.... earrrrllly earllly csa. i guess im a particular outlier(?) maybe for remembering things, not just trauma, from when i was two years old (i reckon the dissociation has something to do with it too). but many people do not remember much at all, good or bad, from before they were 3-4 years old..... this doesnt mean that csa at those ages wont have lasting impacts and lead to things - some part of the body and mind and subconscious remembers and reacts nontheless - but that it may be harder or perhaps in some cases impossible, to remember details or to make sense of certain symptoms one may be having... (a particularly horrible parallel example of this - of very early intense trauma at least, would be that babies used to get... fucking surgery without anesthesia. horrible. these ppl as adults cant remember this, but theyre still scarred for life and have many many issues. another would be that infant neglect and feeling uncared for, scared, alone for too long as an infant or young toddler is something most may not ever remember, but it still often has consequences).......... maybe my brain in particular is weird af bc osdd&did... and because of psychadelics... and meditation..... ill just say. personally.. i dont think any of us truly, truly ever "forget" anything from the time we are born....not really. somewhere its still there ....... though i would say generally, it is uncommon, maybe very uncommon, for ppl to fully remember much of csa or trauma at those ages. perhaps in these cases it is more likely for someone to go their whole life never really having an idea of what happened to them or why they may have certain issues

,,,,,,, idk. all in all id say, i do think its possible. weather its someones brain never cracking more than just a bit, or repression on top of repression, or taking a dissociative disorder like DID to the grave and having a v exteme case,,, i reckon theres still symptoms in one form or another and infleunces, and it likely come out in dreams and nightmares in some form or another... but i do reckon its possible there have and are individuals who go through life until the end never really knowing or processing it beyond a repressed and subconscious level..... how common that is tho? i really have no idea

[dexalyys]

cracks knuckles . (SPOILERS BY THE WAY. YKNOW.) 1) technically, i saw a clip from the anime--chaiki's jumanji lookin ass execution specifically--but i didnt recognise it until way later when i was actually watching the anime myself. that was when i was like 11 or 12 or something idr, but i actually got into it after being introduced to it via the fucking SOUTH PARK INSTAGRAM COMMUNITY. love to see it 2) thh obviously..... duh.... lol.. 3) himiko and mahiru. crazy how theyre both redheads too 💀 idk i just absolutrly DETESTED himiko in my first playthrough for whatever reason. now shes one of my top five favs ^_^ as for mahiru .. more of a recent revelation. ive been replaying sdr2 with an irl of mine every weekend lately and when i was introducing the cast i just lit up seeing mahiru for whatever reason? idk i appreciate her alot :] strange considering i found her quite annoying initially

4) do we gotta name him. cause i dont wanna. (the guy in udg. you know)

5) Many of them . primarily ouma

6) ouuuhhh a few...... only a few of them have designs though :( my fav would be uminagi solely cause shes the most accurate to the actual dr universe. in terms of personal attachmment though id say ash and sara bc i love tragic lesbiamns 7) honestly most of my thoughts here are just in the way of like .. renaming the localised talents????? 'ultimate breeder' LIKE COULD YOU NOT JUST SAY ANIMAL TRAINER ?? akane being the shsl gymnast Makes Sense but her whole thing is parkour. please can we get in the game guys

8) saihara cause hes me

9) question mar . idkj

10) dont really have one 💀 ch 1 was basic, ch 2 was transphobic, ch 3 killed two of my favs, ch 4 was just sad, ch 5 is just a whole lot of back and forth for like a million years, and ch 6 just explains everything terribly imo. i GUESS if i had to pick id say ch 4 bc aoi trying to kill everyone out of grief hits so hard

11) ch 5 tbh ^_^ we love to see a deranged king hit the wall

12) sloooow blink . idk. theyre all pretty good in terms of actual gameplay but y feelings toward them vary ig ? most of them just make me debilitatingly sad bc theyre my fav cast overall 😭 ughh idk ch 2. pretty straightforward trial imo

13) ??? HOW AM I MEANT TO PICK JUST ONE. IM A MULTISHIPPER YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME!!!! saiou gontangie amaguuji YES THEYRE ALL V3 GO AWAY

14) scrtahces head . cant get behind kuzupeko idk theyre siblings to me

15) hiyokoooooo. and sayaka bc both of them + their deaths were so rushed for literally no reason and i cannot stand for pointless girl murder!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

16) looks sideways at my old old OLD fangan from like 2022............. yea.. what if u pushed a guy thru the flimsy floorboards of a hayloft and stabbed him in the chest w/ a pitchwork while he was winded (ch1)....... what if u and ur impropmptu girlfriend pinned another girl to the gym wall w/ arrows and an axe to the head and ur gf tried to take the blame so u could get away (ch2)....... what if everyone was chained together in pairs by collars so u pushed two of them off either side of a catwalk except Your partner was one of them's sibling so u had to kill them too except it turned out the other sibling survived and ratted u out (ch3)....... what if u were locked in a room and had to trust some random guy on the other side of the door to bring u food and drink for several days so u earn his trust by sharing ur food w/ him only to get ur pet cat to poison him bc yoire claustrophobic (ch4)........

17) kirumi is they/he tmasc sorry i dont make thr rules .. also korekiyo is tfem & het ....... mondo is also nobinary ,,..... him & fujisaki kiss and taka is their mutual qpp ...... gundham & sonia r also qpps and souda just cant wrap his head aroudn it so he thinks theyr dating (not that he had a chance w either of them anyway)

18) some of them are so so so well made i just havemnt had the chance to play any for myself............ i want 2 tho

19) KOMAEDA WOULD BE A KITSUNE AND YOU CANNOT TELL ME OTHERWISE (& kiyo would be a naga)

20) IDONT EVEN KNOW. MAYBE OUMA IN GENERAL

21) takes a long swig from an already empty bottle . Oh Buddy

22) life size recreation of the fucking vatican city

23) BETA KOMAEDA W/ GLASSES COME BACK TO MEEEEE also ibuki & that one black sakura concept w the sick ass locs

24) prologue saihara/kagehara BUT HES NORMAL. HES JUST AUTISTIC STOP MAKING HIM A FREAK

25) gotta rummage through my aged & fragile memories 4 this one......... umm i think gundham surprised me? i mean the whole of that chapter confuses and pisses me off so ehhhh

26) ur gonna tell me ibuki didnt get a crazy girl murder moment. unbelievable

27) as long as i stay in my room and only leave for food ill be fine right

28) oouuuuuummaaaaaaa

29) idk about Benefitting from it but likeeee what if gontangie talent swap

30) mahiruuuu :3333

31) ummm naegis has no spice and i KNOW thats the point but idc. hinata rocks the 'i have nothing going on in the closet' look better than naegi and hes only got ONE shirt on

32) methinks fujisaki gundham & gonta would vibe nicely ^_^

33) i never played it but i think komahina holding hands is cute

34) this answer would be about ouma but it would literally take up 80% of the post and i aint about to do y'all in like that

35) yes kodaka thats nice and all but WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY

36) chihiro :( :( :( :( :(

37) ??? WHEN I WAS PSYCHOTIC YEAH MAYBE?? 

38) frog blinks. ummmm idk i think they all earned their fanbases but--and im summoning hell here--i dont really understand the gundham hype? hes neat but i dont rlly feel anything in particular for his character

39) ouma has enough love but he also has equal amounts of hate so i think we should just eliminate all haters ^_^ this applies to himiko too

40) i Enjoy them from a Distance . aint got the time in my schedule to do anything crazy for a date once a year ok

41) some r realistic and some r not ........... i like the rrealistic ones but dont quote me on that bc im a diehard komaeda fan talent & all

42) avoiding the fandom is the #1 surefire way to avoid poor mental health in the long run im so srs

43) GESTURES VIOLENTLY AT THAT ONE GUY ????? YOU KNOW THE FUCKIN ONE

44) the Actual dr3 anime? banger. BANGERRR. provides necessary context for sdr2 and bridges between the first and second games :] unless you mean the thh animation, in which case IT CAN FUCK OFF BACK TO ITS HOME PLANET =^_^=

45) big fan of the way komaru is bipolar

46) kagehara is NOT A FREAK!!!!! him and iruma were close and also bon & yumeno are half siblings for literally no reason

47) girl idgaf abt them

48) POINTING VIOLENTLY AT GONTANGIE. I AM SO ALONE IN THIS WORLD

49) i dontttt? caaaareeeee?

50) ndrv3 but yall already knew that

★彡 Danganronpa Asks 彡★

What was your first exposure to Danganronpa?

Which was your first Danganronpa game?

Did you have a character you hated at first, and then fell in love with? Who and why?

Which character can you absolutely not stand?

Which character would you hypothetically die for?

Do you have a fan character? Tell us about them!

You get the chance to reassign five characters new talents. Who do you choose, and which new talents do they get?

Who is your favorite protagonist?

Who is your least favorite protagonist?

Which was your favorite trial from THH?

Which was your favorite trial from SDR2?

Which was your favorite trial from V3?

What is your OTP?

What is your NOTP?

Which character do you think could benefit from a total rewrite?

Do you have any ideas for a Danganronpa murder? Share!

List five headcanons for your favorite characters!

How do you feel about fangames?

What kind of fantasy creature would you make [X] character?

What is your favorite aspect of Danganronpa?

What do you think could be improved about Danganronpa?

What’s a setting you’d love to see for a Killing Game?

Which are your top three favorite beta designs?

Which character do you most identify with?

Which character surprised you when they were revealed to be the blackened?

Which character did you expect to be the blackened, but wasn’t?

You’re placed in a Killing Game as yourself (who you are now, no perks). How far do you believe you’d get?

Who is your preferred rival?

Talent swap time! Which two characters do you think would benefit best from a talent swap?

Whose design do you enjoy the most? 

Whose design do you dislike the most?

Which two characters from different games do you believe would get along the most?

What is your favorite interaction from the Talent Development Program?

What is your opinion on [X] character?

What is your honest opinion on the end of V3?

Which character do you wish had more screen time? Why?

Have you ever wanted to run a Killing Game yourself? 

Which character do you feel is too popular amongst the fans, in your opinion?

Which character do you feel deserves more love?

Do you celebrate character birthdays?

What is your opinion on Ultimate Talents being similar to low-level super powers?

How do you feel about the Danganronpa fandom as a whole?

Which is the most offensive Danganronpa character, in your opinion?

How do you feel about the anime?

What is your opinion on Ultra Despair Girls?

What are some of your pregame headcanons?

What are some of your Remnant of Despair headcanons?

Do you have any rare pairs?

Which is your least favorite installment?

Which is your favorite installment?

[358-2-genders]

Rambling a weird DID experience I guess?

It's like. Feeling a distant feeling. An old one. An emotion i forgot even existed. And some of the few memories had flesh out.

I remember like. Events at school. Like 5th grade? I don't know what the events where called! But we got to go to the MIDDLE school field when in elementary so it was exciting ya know! The entire time I was talking about air bending. I told everyone i could do it and in MY mind everytime I pushed really hard at the air I could SEE it and that ment I could still do it. I really believe that. But I was a kid and kids play pretend and no one thought about it too much.

I remember watching atla on TV. I remember it not as just the image on the TV but the TV itself surrounded by the black frame of a dark room with yelling coming from somewhere in the background through the walls. I don't remember most the BAD things from that time. He does. I don't know if he's awake too. But we've been crying every time he shows up in the show and I don't think it's me.

I remember alot of silly and fun things though! I remember friends all of us forgot about COMPLETELY but even I don't remember it clearly.

Also it's silly but I remember them. The rest of me/us. I remember watching the show and when I was done we would talk. I remember her always being there for me. Id be sad and shed always find a way to make me happy when no one else did. I remember another came to take my place but felt more? She was fun. I remember he knew more and felt more than me. I miss all of them. I missed them alot. So I started rewatching the show!

I cry alot when I watch it. Even during things that definitely aren't sad. I don't know how much of it is me? It's hard to separate myself from. Most of us! But I don't think most of us even remember anything I do NOW. I remember alot of what they do I think? But alot of people steal my memories or current thoughts about things. Especially if I try to say them!

I dunno what else I wanted to say! I don't know the point of this. I think I just want someone to see me as who I am since I'm allowed to do that now.

I still think I miss who we where though. I miss how things used to be. Alot of us do though I'm not that special for that.

That one episode in season one of atla made me feel A Way. With the forest the burned down thanks to the fire nation and the forest spirit. I wasn't here to stop it! I wasn't here. I'm supposed to protect the peace! The whole begining of the show makes me feel so much about being here NOW though. It IS like I was asleep for 100 years :(

I'm here now though. But I don't even know what that means!

I'm sad. Like a lot. But I think we've been like that for a while now. And I think I feel more hopeful then everyone else at least? And I'm here now. So that's good!

I know IM also different now. As just me. Not VERY different but still different. I mean that makes sense! All of us are different now. We've changed and grown and all that stuff but its so WEIRD!

DID is weird!!! But it's good to know there's an explanation for it that isn't fantasy though. I mean there's fantasy involved but that's because the disorder happens in a child's brain!

Ok!!! This was a long post already soooo byeee!!!!!!! Hope you have a really really nice day if you read all this!!!

[multiverse-of-mischief]

missed a day so catching up!

24 April:

How did your fine motor skills develop? Were you one of the first kids who could tie their shoe laces or do you think you'll probably never learn it? This is an "open question", if you want to ramble, start rambling.

i couldn't tie my laces for quite a long time, though i eventually learned when i was about 9 i think, im still not great at it though and it takes me longer than other people haha! honestly i don't remember much to do with buttons or anything else, but i do know about handwriting.

i have always struggled with handwriting, it used to be really big (and i also wrote in all capitals) for longer than it should have been lol, i eventually got "alright" handwriting when i was like 12 maybe? i could never do cursive as a kid, ever, although now it can be a stim for me and distract me from things because of the concentration and effort it takes. my writing is now legible (most of the time) and if i try really hard, it can be neat for like a couple lines lol. when i need to be faster or don't care as much, my writing is all over the place but still legible and it takes me a bit longer than the average slow writing person, i almost got exam accommodations for this, but it was just too fast which was very frustrating because i then had to push myself writing in exams 🙄

i can actually write super small if i want to, im usually the only one that can properly read it because of how small it is lol, i often did that on worksheets in class

writing really hurts my hand and ive never had good pen posture, i end up with callouses on my ring finger knuckle because of how hard i push haha, my ex used to try and hold a pen like i do and she couldn't do it at all, no one really knows how i ended up doing it (i swear it's not even that weird) but i can't hold it any other way. i also struggle with the pressure of my pen and i push too hard, which ends up making my lettering harder to read because of the thick lines (i tend to write pretty small now actually unless im really rushing). overall, writing hurts and i don't like it, i also need to bend over so im like 5cm away from the paper or i can't write properly, no idea what that's about but i used to lay on my desk while writing a lot in school lmao. it's strange because i really love drawing! i do struggle with the same things though (pushing too hard, muscle pain after a short amount of time, etc)

25 April:

How did your gross motor skills develop? Did you walk early or did you struggle to walk (if you can walk)? Do you have a bad posture? This is another "open question".

i learned to walk really early! i skipped over the crawling stage too, just went straight from tummy shuffling to walking lol

while i can walk well (in terms of motor abilities, im leaving pain and fatigue out of this), i struggle to walk slowly; i see myself as kinda like a bicycle haha, i need to walk at a certain minimum pace or i start to topple. i don't know how to describe why other than just my feet don't move automatically when i walk slow and i have to think about each step, i trip over my own feet and lose my balance a bit. i also tend to bump into people a lot and can't walk in a straight line very well (yay poor proprioception lol); my ex used to say that id never convinced people i wasn't drunk lmao and i have to agree, i wouldn't believe myself either honestly [lighthearted, self teasing]

my posture has always been awful i think, although ive gone through phases of having amazing posture from constant conscious effort (i think i was trying to copy my favourite character lol) but that ended up really hurting my back and taking too much mental energy so i stopped.

similarly with walking slowly, i struggle to stay standing still and often need to lean on something like a wall or i'll start to stumble and topple over. as i said in a previous post, i do actually have good balance, i guess i just have to focus on it more or something, strange bodies.

oh, throwing too! i can catch well (and really enjoy it, i loved practicing catching a ball in class) but when it comes to throwing the ball back...yeah. i don't know what it is about it, my arm just doesn't listen to me properly lol, my teachers got very frustrated with me for that and honestly i got frustrated with myself! i really wanted to play cricket and dodgeball so it sucks that i lack a crucial skill for them :(

this could just be down to my amnesia but ive also struggled with swimming, i find it difficult but manage to learn after a while, and then when i try again, im back to square one! my family is baffled and often don't actually believe me that ive forgotten. again, it's one that im pretty upset about because i enjoy swimming despite the sensory difficulties of after getting out

[redhoodisms]

RINGS & PIERCINGS ! jason todd 

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : tattoo shops and piercing bars, the line between us is so fucking thin, so let me show you euphoria if you’re willing...

𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : minors dni! jason todd x fem! reader, nipple play, fingering, male!giving fem!recieving oral, praise kink, blowjob. (also! this is my first time writing smut so pls give me some feedback!)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 3.048k words

your eyes flickered up at the newly built tattoo/piercing shop that was in front of you. the five star reviews spoke for itself as this place had a reputation. peeking into your bag, you rummaged through making sure you brought everything that you needed. id, money and enough room for your bra to fit afterwards. 

a shiver sent down your spine as the constant thought of a needle exiting out of your nipple, let alone the fact that an experienced stranger would be piercing your nipples. fuck it. pain is just weakness leaving the body. besides, the results were worth exploring. 

your hands trail down to grasp the cold metal bars to push the door open. instantly enveloped with slowly reverbed music radiating inside of the shop. there was a comfort that you took to the aesthetic of the new place. your eyes trailed to look at the vintage posters that painted the walls. designs scaled the walls like graffiti as you looked at the patterns with pursed lips in awe.

“anything i can help you with?” a voice asked out of the blue.

whirling around, you caught sight of a tall figure smirking down at you. in his hands were pairs of earrings that he was currently stocking on the shelves. his pale blue eyes were mesmerizing as you made eye contact with him. he was attractive, insanely attractive. as if the gods sculpted him from stone, his rippled abs seeped through the thin material of his black t-shirt. his shirt was stuck to him skintight, as his muscular arms held something so delicate as the earrings in the prominent beings of his hands. his fingers decorated with rings, his dark locks of black hair messy and untamed. and the faint streak of white hair that was curled amidst the rest. images of running your hands through that lock of hair while his strong grip fastened around your neck tantalized your mind.

“i’m just here for a piercing appointment,” you replied as you exercised a tone of confidence in your voice. it was better than scrambling for words to say in front of someone this attractive.

“i’m guessing you’re my 3:15?” he smirked as he cocked his head to the side, placing back the packages of earrings down in the back, making his way towards you with a hand held out. fumbling, you fished out your id out of your bag for his nimble fingers to hold it in his hands.

his eyes flickered down to gaze at the miniature picture before locking eyes with you once more. your cheeks pinked as that mischievous smile of his burned in your mind as he returned back your id.

“you’re here for your nipples, right?” those blue eyes of his couldn’t help but stare at you up and down, almost as if he was trying to see every inch of your body. “you look like you’re the type of person that can handle both,” he said coyly as his eyes connected with yours, his lips parted into a crooked smile as he waited for your response.

“why don’t we test that theory?” the words escaped your lips before you could process what you even said. your cheeks burned at the very thought that you said something like that, let a lone to a stranger. yet, his chuckle was enough to ease your worries.

“good girl, why don’t you follow me on back?”

indeed that shirt of his must have been two sizes two small. as you walked behind him, you could make out the lines of the muscles on his back, and as he pulled back a black curtain, his shirt rose up just enough for you to catch the defined v-line of his. what a tease.

setting your back down on the tiny table that was provided, he made his way to bring out some options of jewelry for you to determine what you wanted. straight barbells, he said, which were best for nipple piercing. assortment of colours flooded your vision but, you caught sight of each of his rings that were gold. a tiny smile touched your lips as you reached for the gold barbells. just the very thought of having his signature colour branded on your skin was enough to make you melt.

“nice choice,” he smiled as he ran a hand through his hair. “get comfy while i set things up, mama,” and just like that, your heart was pounding as you took a seat on his black leather tattoo bed.

this was the second time he had given you a pet name. and this was the second time your cheeks flushed red as his words reminisced in your mind. the shop was just empty, by the looks of it. just him and you. woman by doja cat in slowed and reverbed played in the shop as you waited there patiently. how was it that the choice of song made a faint smile dance on your lips. it was like it knew that the more you sat, the more the magnetic pulse lingered to the attractive piercer in front of you. 

was it true? were you seriously developing a crush on someone you had met for less than ten minutes? your legs swayed on the bed as you waited patiently for his voice to bring you back to reality. now, you were lying in your own thoughts. thinking about him, only him. was this really a crush? a figment of your mind? or perhaps just sexual tension? the bigger question: did he feel it too?”

“don’t tell me you’re nervous, mama. i’m going to take good care of you,” he grinned as he washed his hands in the sink next to him. those hands, dripping with beads of water. it was enough for your imagination to stir and replace water with something else.

“how can i, if i don’t even know your name,” a hint of sass touched your lips as you returned a crooked smile his way. yet, it was enough for him to let that low rumble of a chuckle escape his mouth as he grinned right at you. “fair enough, sweetheart. it’s jason. jason todd,”

his name was ecstasy as you repeated it back to him. smiles exchanged both ways but there was no denial, he loved the way you said his name. almost enough for him to wish that you were moaning it instead. sitting down on his gliding chair, he positioned himself level to the piercing and closer towards you.

“i can’t pierce your nipples with your shirt on, mama,” he teased, almost cooing as his blue eyes had a mischievous gleam to them as he looked up at you. almost waiting for you to strip right then and there.

praying that there were no sweat stains as your pulled off your top, jason’s eyes lingered as you slowly removed your top. next was your bra. your fingers reached back to unhook the clasp. this was it, no turning back now. and there he was, staring at you, at your breasts. after all, that’s why you were here, to get them pierced.

“alright, now to business,” jason smiled before reaching to grasp some black latex gloves. the sound of his rings falling down onto the metal table, you watched as his large, nimble hands snapped on those black latex gloves. 

fuck, your arousal was already beginning to soak your panties just at the sight of watching him put on those gloves. to make matters worse, the piercer had to awaken the nipples. and by the looks of it, there wasn’t going to be a lot of room between you and jason. keep it professional, you repeated.

“i’m gonna need you to spread out a little for me, dollface. i need to get closer,” jason said casually as his gloved hand casually stroked your thigh. these pet names, how many did he have for you? and yet, you obediently heeded his command, adjusting yourself before spreading your legs apart so that he could manoeuvre himself in the middle.

perhaps it would have been a better option not to wear a skirt on the day you were getting your nipples pierced. yet, there was no turning back. jason’s tantalizing blue eyes were gazing directly at your tits, as they should be. but no matter where his gaze was, it didn’t stop your heart from beating like you had just run a marathon.

jason opened a prep pad of rubbing alcohol. “it’s gonna feel cold, mama,” in gentle strokes he whipped the prep pad on your sensitive nipples. the sensation was enough to have you squirming. biting back every impulse to whimper and moan, you bit your tongue hoping that it would be enough to keep you silent.

but that mother fucker didn’t stop there, oh no. his face came so close to your breasts that you almost hitched your breath until he pursed his lips to blow directly on your nipples. that very same coy smile danced on his lips as he traded off blowing air over your nipples, watching them get hard under the air that escaped his lips. were your nipples always this sensitive?  

his gloved fingers rub the hard bud, rolling your excited nipples over his fingertips you wanted nothing more than to throw your head back and let out a moan. his lingering touch ignited your arousal. his touch felt good, it was driving you crazy. how would it feel if it was those nimble fingers touching you rather than hiding under gloves. the urge to clamp your thighs together and bask in this moment of euphoria, to get off to this feeling was temptation at its finest. only the obstacle that blocked your path was right in between your thighs. shit.

he grabs a marker to dot the area, his hand cups your breasts as he pulls at your nipples once more to make the marks. and just like that, he moved away from your to sterilize the golden barbell that you were to be pierced with. finally, you had a second to yourself. instantly you pressed your thighs together, rubbing on the friction while biting down on your lips. fuck, this was not what you were expecting. and here you were, getting off to this whole experience, having to pause as soon as he turned around with the sterilized equipment and jewelry in hand.

jason’s head was cocked to the side, his eyes, those fucking eyes, took sight of your expression. perhaps he was that perceptive in seeing the change of your breathing. because that smirk that formed into a grin was enough for your eyes to widen at the thought that you were caught.

“oh, darling, don’t tell me,”

“tell you what?”

his face was suddenly inches in front of yours, his hands pressed on each side of the leather bed closing the space between you. your hearts matched in rhythm as you two gazed at one another for what seemed like lifetime. until he leaned forward, his lips grazing your ear ever so slightly. “that i’m turning you on,” 

“jason i—”

“it’s okay,” he smiled as he leaned back to gaze at you. “oh baby, don’t be embarrassed, i won’t tell,” he teased as his hands trailed up from your breasts, until his gloved thumb grazed your lower lip while his blue eyes continued to lock with you. 

“it’s just, once i pierce these pretty tits of yours,” he started as his thumb trailed down from your lip to cup your breasts, massaging them as he continued to gaze at you. “there’s no nipple play allowed, mama. no sucking, no kissing, no licking, no massaging,” he added on as his fingers rolled over your nipples, a moan escaping your lips as he pinching them ever so gently.

“and most importantly, no one can cum on these titties of yours until they heal,” your back arched up, giving him more room to cup your breasts and mould them to his will. “so perhaps, i should give you what i know you want,” his words echoed as he traced over your nipples, that tongue of his escaping, almost begging to suck on your breasts.

“and what is it that i want?” you asked, raising your eyebrow, trying to play the innocent act while your hands trailed down to the sides of his waist pulling him closer towards you. “i think you and i both know the answer to that,” he mumbled. your pulled him closer, your lips crashing into his.

“fuck,” jason moaned against your lips, as he could feel his erection growing as you deepened the kiss. he blamed himself for this, he had never been careless with a client before. but you were something else, a seductive temptress that caught him like a prize. but he wasn’t willing to let you go.

his hands move away from your breasts, ripping off the black latex gloves before grasping your wrists, moving your hands towards the bulge in the pants. eagerly, you palm him through his jeans. moans escaping both of your lips as he leaned down to press succulent kisses to your neck before moving down to your breasts.

“such a good girl for me,” jason groans before moving down to your breasts. his hands caressing them ever so softly, before squeezing them. his fingers rolled over your nipples, pinching them, hearing the beautiful moans that escaped your lips as your continued to palm him. his lips press down on your breasts placing kisses before proceeding to have his tongue trail the skin on your nipples before closing his mouth on the bud.

“nngh! jason!” you moan out as he sucks on your bud lightly, while massaging the other one. his tongue was rolling over your bud, touching all the right places that you felt the need to grind your needy cunt on his thigh and ride him. your clit was neglected, it needed stimulation. he gave each breast equal attention, sucking on one and massaging the other. all in all while your hands moved away from his pants, reaching to pull on his soft locks of hair. but you wanted more.

his hands moved away from your breasts down around your waist, tracing circles on your hips, pushing the waistline of your skirt lower until it is only the skin he traces. “lay down, baby,” he whispers as his teeth gently pull on your bud before finding his way up back to your lips.

you obey him, watching him hover over you, his hands trailing down to your thighs. that smirk of him, oh that fucking smirk, his kisses trailed down your body, kissing your thighs as he massaged them before trailing wet kisses. “are you so desperate to cum, y/n?” he asks as he locks eyes with you while his hands gently stroke overtop of your clothed pussy.

your whimpers speak for itself as you nod your head. he plays with the band of your skirt before pulling down to your ankles until all he can see is your soaked panties. “so needy for me, so desperate to cum, aren’t you?” he smirked as he slowly licked over your clothed pussy.

your toes curl up, as you spread wider for him, your moans become louder in the store as his tongue continues to glide overtop your wet panties. a nimble finger runs up and down your soaked panties. until you feel his calloused thumb push the band of your panties down until jason groans at the sight of how wet you are.

his fingers trail over your soaked slit until you feel his tongue slowly licking your pussy. “fuck, jason,” you moan as your back arches into the air, as he slowly eats out your pussy. he takes his time in gratifying you, licking you with patience to hear those glorious moans escape your lips. his name bellowing out of your lips as he ate you out. that smile dancing on your face with every passing second.

“you like it when i taste your pussy huh,” jason laughs as he traces the outline of your aching pussy with his tongue before pumping a finger inside, then adding another. “fuuuck,” you moan as you feel your hips bucking as he circles your clit, watching as your breasts bounce from the pleasure. 

“so wet for me already,” jason smirks as he pulls his fingers out of your pussy before licking them clean. “such a good girl,” he adds before pressing a kiss to your lips, one that you take greedily as your hands move down to undo his belt.

“please,” you beg with those doe-like eyes as you run your hand down his clothed shirt, running your fingers over the outline of his muscles, slowly pulling it up until jason accepted. there he was, clad chested, his v-line showing, but you wanted to see more.

“such a needy girl, so desperate to suck my cock, huh?” jason asked as he watched you lick his v-line, before pulling down his pants and boxers. your hands find its way around his thick shaft, slowly tracing over it, hearing his moans erupt from his lips as he threw his head up to the sky. “fuck, you’re so perfect. shit,” 

gathering some spit in your mouth, you got down on your knees, letting your lips fall down on his swollen tip. jason marvels at the sight of you sucking his cock. his hand tangles in with your hair, pulling you closer as you bob your head up and down his thick shaft. “yes, baby. nngh, just like, just like that, you’re such a good girl,”

jason stops you before he cums in your mouth. instead, he makes you push your tits together so he could finish on them instead. “i’m so close, y/n,” he moans while watching the hot cum spurt on your breasts. eagerly, you use your middle finger to massage the cum on your nipples, moaning as your nipples eagerly enjoyed his cum on your tits. you placed the finger filled with cum into your mouth, tasting him.

he leans down, cupping your cheek before pressing a kiss to your lips. “we should do this again, sometime,” he smirks as his hands trail down to your breasts once more.

“sure, but first,” you lean closer towards him, your lips grazing over his ear. “ i want you to pierce my nipples,”

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She got up and went to look for the privy. It was attached to the tavern, but you still had to go outside to get there, which prevented the smell from getting through. Doric pushed the door open and entered a room with no light at all, save for what came in from the crack between the top of the wall and the overhanging roof. It took a moment of blinking for her eyes to adjust.

Someone was crying.

Doric made her way to the back wall, where there were two stalls and an extremely dingy piece of bronze that might have been meant to be a mirror. The crying girl was in one of the stalls. Doric wasn't entirely sure of the protocol here, but she didn't feel comfortable not offering to help. Before she could think of what to say, the door behind her burst open, and several more young women piled into the bathroom.

"Bethda, are you in here?" one of them demanded.

There was a sniffling noise, and then, "Yes,' came the answer through the stall door.

"Oh, Bethda, I'm so sorry," the girl said, immediately walking over and leaning against the door. "I know you really liked him, but he's not worth this."

Doric really needed to use the toilet, but there seemed to be a moment developing, so she stayed where she was.

"You know what we should do," ," a second girl said, clearly not expecting an answer. "We should go to his house and cover it with egg yolk.

"Also a waste, said a third girl. "I'm not giving up my egg money for a whole week just to make a mess that he probably won't even clean up."

"Bastard," said the first girl. "Bethda, you have to come out of there. If nothing else, I think someone is waiting for the stall."

"I can use the other one," Doric whispered, but the girl waved her to silence. "I mean, yes. I would like to, if you don't mind."

Bethda blew her nose, and then the stall door opened. Doric nodded cheerfully at her, even though neither of them felt it, and went in to do her business.

She heard the pump handle squeak as someone got water for Bethda to clean up. The girls were still plotting revenge when Doric came out to wash up.

"Ugh," said the first girl. "I want to tear him to pieces with my bare hands."

Doric stilled at the word, even though she knew it wasn't exactly what the girl had meant. She leaned over the stream of water that came out of the pump. Wasn't this what the Enclave did? Help? These girls were strangers, strange humans at that. She could help them and then walk away. Jowenys was busy. It was only her.

"You know," she said as casually as possible. Outside the stall, there was enough light that they would see her druidic armor. "If you wanted, I could tear him to pieces with my bear hands.

Bethda looked at her. Doric's hood had fallen back, and she hadn't picked her tail up yet. She blinked a couple of times, and Doric realized that this was what Cassa was talking about with regard to ale.

"You're scary," Bethda said. She looked Doric up and down, not flinching when she saw the horns. "I like that." The first girl linked elbows with Bethda and led everyone back outside. Doric followed, willing to see how far she could go with them before they turned on her. In the twilight, it was much easier to see what her new companions looked like. They were all human girls around her age. They were dressed in plain but sturdy-looking tunics over wide-legged trousers. Skirts weren't entirely practical here, Doric guessed, especially in the woods.

'I'm Sara," said the girl. "You've met Bethda. She has unfortunate taste, but in her defense, it is very boring here. Those two are Isla and Laress. What were you saying about a bear?"

Doric looked around. The girls seemed eager, but there were too many houses too close together. Through the tavern window, she spotted Jowenys, still deep in conversation with the dwarves. It felt reckless, but these girls weren't afraid of her. Jowenys wouldn't even miss her if they were quick.

"You'd better come with me," Doric said. "This is a little hard to explain."

She led the way past the last house. Sara had grabbed a torch on their way out of the village, and it didn't make a huge difference, but Doric wasn't about to protest. She had never thought to ask about druid rules on showing off. Surely, this was balance, too. Bethda was miserable, and someone should make that right.

"I promise you, I am not dangerous, so you don't need to scream," Doric said. "Don't drop that torch."

The girls murmured something about not being afraid, and Sara gripped the torch more tightly. Doric wasn't sure that was going to work, but she had done all she could to warn them. She hadn't tried to turn into the owlbear since the day of the wildfire. And now she was about to reveal herself to a bunch of drunk human girls.

She could feel Palanus's sigh, but they weren't here, so she didn't have to listen to them.

Doric reached inside herself to the place that knew the owlbear was not a monster. It was still there, as firm in belief as ever. She wrapped herself around that feeling and allowed her form to change.

"Gods . . ." Sara said. She didn't drop the torch.

Bethda and Isla took a few steps back, and Laress did let out a tiny scream, but she clapped her hand over her mouth before it got too far.

"You do have bear hands," Bethda said. "Owly bear hands! Neat!"

Doric gestured that they should lead her to wherever they wanted her to go. Sara passed the torch over to Isla and drew a small shortsword out from under her coat.

"Just in case," she said, though that was alarmingly nonspecific.

Sara led the way around the village, to the house of the boy who had been mean to Bethda. It was on the far side, closest to the trees, but Sara wisely didn't take them in a straight line. Doric ambled along beside Bethda, who kept staring at her and tripping over her feet.

"That is really magnificent," she said. "Why were you in our bathroom?"

Doric couldn't answer, so she made a low grumbling sound that she hoped was reassuring. Bethda giggled.

At last they reached the house. Sara motioned them all to come close, even though Doric took up quite a bit of room. She leaned forward conspiratorially.

"Here's what I'm thinking," Sara said. "Stupidface is home, thinking he can carry on however he likes and Bethda won't find out about him. Which is ridiculous.

There are only like forty people in this village. But any-way, Isla will scream, because she is the best at it, and he'll come out because he thinks he's a hero. I'll pretend to be fighting our new friend here, but then you just turn on him and scare him shitless.

"Don't kill him," Laress said. "He's regrettably my cousin, and I like my aunt too much to make her sad."

"Just a little piece," Bethda said. "For me."

Doric stood up on her hind legs and bowed. The girls laughed as quietly as they could, which wasn't very.

"All right," said Sara. "Whenever you're ready, Isla." Isla strolled over closer to the window of the hut, cracked her neck, and let loose the most blood-freezing scream Doric had ever heard. It was very hard to keep from laughing, but somehow everyone managed. Isla followed up with a few cries for help while she was running towards the forest. Doric stamped around in the brush, kicking up a lot of noise.

A young man came charging out of the house, brandishing an axe. When he saw that Sara was, apparently, holding off a giant beast with only her shortsword, he immediately rushed to her rescue. He didn't even notice that anyone else was there. As soon as he was committed, Sara leaned out of the way, kissed Doric's paw, and ran off.

Doric turned towards the boy and rose up on her hind legs. He had immediate second thoughts, and his backpedaling allowed her to reach down and take the axe. She threw it casually over her shoulder and roared, reaching for him with her paws. The boy screamed even louder than Isla had and turned tail to run. Doric fell forward, carefully swiping her talons through his hair and avoiding any actual bloodletting. He ran into the house and slammed the door shut. They could hear the noise of him piling furniture up in front of it.

"That," said Bethda,' "was the greatest thing I have ever seen."

"I think he wet himself," Laress said.

Doric reverted back to her usual shape and held out a lock of hair to Bethda.

"Oh, this is perfect!" she said, holding it in both hands. "He's so vain about his hair. He probably won't come outside for a week."

"Thank you," Sara said, running up. "That was much better than anything we could have come up with."

"You're welcome," said Doric. "I have to get back to the tavern, though."

"Come visit anytime!" Bethda said, still swaying on her feet but looking much happier about how the night was going.

The other girls agreed, but they were drunk, and Doric wasn't sure how far she could believe them. At least they hadn't been afraid of her. These strangers, who didn't have to like her- -not as part of a circle or clan-hadn't cared. It wasn't the perfect test, but it was a start.

She made her way back to the tavern and found Jowenys hadn't moved. She was still happily chatting away with the dwarves, who were now unrolling blueprints of ship designs. Jowenys smiled when Doric sat down. Yes, it had been a pointless diversion, but Doric felt better than she had in days, and much calmer about going back to the wood elves with her new powers. She decided that was good enough for now.

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One of the best scenes in the Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves prequel novel The Druid's Call by E.K. Johnston.

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I groaned, stretching as I sat up. I looked around the room, to see it wasn’t mine, (nor Carl’s, who was strewn across the bedding). I pushed him, gently. “Carl.” I said. I pushed him a bit harder. “Carl!” I rolled my eyes, and started shaking him back, and forth - until I heard him groan. “CARL!” “Good morning to you too.” He answered, sitting up next to me.

My head started pounding, and as for the looks of it - so did Carl’s. “Where the fuck are we?” I asked, as he got up to try, and find some Aspirin. He opened the curtains, and we both hissed, at the sudden increase in light. “I think I have an idea.” He pointed at the sign across the road, from, (what I guessed was), the motel.

‘Welcome to Las Vegas!’

The sign read, and we each looked at each other - taking the pills he had found in my bag. “The fuck did we do last night?” I asked, standing up, and doing a full; three-sixty, of the room.

Carl picked up a slip of paper, which was by the TV. “Well, fuck.” He swore, and threw me the paper. “Morning, Mrs Gallagher.” “Shit.” I cursed. It was a marriage certificate, as well as my last name - now listed as Gallagher.

“Did we fucking get married?” Carl asked, running his hands through his hair.

*Flashback*

*Third Person*

(Y/n), and Carl were just fucking around. Drunk off of their minds. Taking beer, after beer. They were laid underneath the train tracks, watching as train, after train, passed by. “(Y/n)?” Carl looked at her. “Yeah?” She looked back at him. But he didn’t say anything, he just leaned in, and captured his lips, with her own.

He rolled them both, so that she was underneath him, and he was straddling her lap. He pulled back, and admired his girlfriend - as a drunken hiccup escaped from her lips. “Marry me.” He said. “What, did you just say?” It sobered her slightly. He pulled her up, so that they were face-to-face. “Marry me.” He said again, looking into her eyes. She stared at him blankly. “I’m not taking no for an answer.” They both burst out laughing, in a fit of non-sober giggles. “Yes.” He looked at her for a moment, before picking her up bridal style, and spinning her around in his arms.

“Who will take us?” She asked, and they looked at each other. “Steve.”

**

“Steve, will you take us to Vegas?” Carl asked, drunk off of his head. The man laughed. “Yeah sure, where am I taking ya?” “A courthouse.” Carl looked at (Y/n), who was also hammered, and stroked her cheek - grinning as she giggled. “Getting hitched?” Steve took a swig of his beer, before getting his jacket on.

“Come on lovebirds, in the car.” He found this hilarious, as he pushed them into the backseat.

He heard a continuous giggling, and the noise of a zipper was the final straw. “HEY NO SEX IN MY FUCKING CAR!” He yelled, and the teens straightened up. “It’s not like it’s actually yours.” (Y/n) said, causing both of them to laugh.

**

As they pulled up to the city that wall full of life, despite it being two in the morning. “Here.” He passed them two believable fake ID’s, that said that they were eighteen, and unlocked the doors. “You crazy kids have fun.” He said, after handing them two-hundred dollars.

“DON’T GET HER PREGNANT!” And with that, they entered the small church - on the outskirts of the casino-village.

*End Of Flashback*

*First Person*

“When in Vegas.” He grabbed a beer out of the mini-fridge. “That’s Rome dipshit. Put that back, it’s gonna cost an arm, and a leg.” “Okay, god wives do nag.” I threw the pillow at him. “Fuck you.” “Cool. Now?” I rolled my eyes.

“Are you being fucking serious.” I walked up to him, and put the paper of the table, pushing his chest. He grabbed my wrists, and pinned me against the walk, my legs wrapping around his torso.

“You complaining?” He asked, between lettering kisses, onto my lips. “You seem calm about this.” I told him, squinting my eyes. “Please, it takes more than that to get me stupidly drunk.” He rolled his eyes.

“So you-” “I was gonna make you my wife, one way, or another. You just happened to be fucked, while it happened.” He shrugged. “I hate you.” “That’s no way to talk to your husband, Mrs Gallagher.” I huffed at him, but before I could yell - the phone went, and it seemed as though Fiona was gonna do that for me.

“YOU’RE FUCKING SIXTEEN! GET YOUR ASSES BACK IN CHICAGO!-”

He hung up.

“Oops.”

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