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Rules For Men To Dress Sharp In Hot Weather

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5 Killer Ways To Style Half Sleeve T-shirt Outfits 

Every wardrobe should have a few half-sleeve t-shirts because you can wear them in many different ways. There are countless options when it comes to putting together the ideal outfit with a half-sleeve t-shirt, from casual looks to dressy attire. In this blog post, we'll look at 5 killer half-sleeve t-shirt outfit ideas to help you prepare for any upcoming event.

Why Should You Have Half-Sleeve T-Shirts in Your Wardrobe?

Half-sleeve t-shirts are a versatile and necessary part of any wardrobe. They provide a welcoming, relaxed, and chic option for both men and women. Here are some reasons why you ought to think about including half-sleeve t-shirts in your closet.

Firstly, they are a great option for layering. Half-sleeve t-shirts make a cozy base for your outfit when layered under jackets, blazers, or sweaters. In addition, they are ideal for hotter weather because they let you look stylish while remaining cool.

Half-sleeve t-shirts are simple to match with any outfit because they come in various colors and styles. You can express your style by selecting from plain, printed, or graphic designs.

Half-sleeve t-shirts are an inexpensive and durable item. They offer excellent value for the money because they are made of sturdy materials and require little maintenance. Season after season, you can wear them, and they will still look great.

Last but not least, half-sleeve t-shirts are a wardrobe essential that is always in fashion. They have been a mainstay of fashion for many years and remain so today. Depending on your style, they are ideal for creating a classic or trendy look.

5 Half-Sleeve T-Shirt Outfit Ideas

1. Dress it up with a blazer

Adding a blazer is one of the most traditional ways to dress up a half-sleeve t-shirt. When you want to feel comfortable while also looking put together, this outfit is a great option. Choose a well-fitting blazer that matches the hue of your t-shirt to achieve this look.

An excellent combination, for instance, would be a white t-shirt and a navy blue blazer. Pair the blazer and t-shirt with slim-fitting jeans or khakis, and complete the look with dress shoes or boots. To achieve this look, ensure the t-shirt is tucked in and the blazer is fitted correctly. It creates a streamlined silhouette that looks effortlessly chic.

2. Layer it with a denim jacket

Layer your half-sleeve t-shirt with a denim jacket for a more relaxed appearance. It results in a laid-back look ideal for running errands or hanging out with friends. Use your favorite pair of jeans or shorts and a denim jacket that is one or two shades lighter than the t-shirt to create this look.

Depending on the situation, you can choose to wear ankle boots or sneakers. Be careful not to wear a t-shirt that is too long underneath a denim jacket. To create a balanced appearance, it should ideally hit your waistline.

3. Wear joggers to look sporty

A half-sleeve t-shirt looks fantastic when worn with joggers, too. Try this look when you want to look stylish but also feel comfortable. Choose a well-fitting t-shirt and match it with a pair of joggers to create this look. 

Depending on your preference, you can wear slip-on shoes or sneakers. A baseball cap or beanie can be worn as an accessory to further accentuate the sporty feel of the outfit. The joggers must fit properly and not be too baggy to fashionably pull off this look.

4. Dress it down with shorts

Think about wearing your half-sleeve t-shirt with shorts for a summer-appropriate outfit. This results in a laid-back and casual appearance that is ideal for hot days when you want to stay cool. Choose a light-colored t-shirt and a pair of shorts in a complementary color to create this look.

Depending on the situation, you can choose between sandals and sneakers for your footwear. Add a fedora or a straw hat, along with a pair of aviator sunglasses, to elevate the appearance. This results in a carefree yet fashionable appearance ideal for the summer.

5. Dress to Impress in a Suit

Last but not least, wearing a half-sleeve t-shirt with a suit will make it look more sophisticated. It gives off a contemporary, fashionable appearance that suits more formal settings perfectly. Choose a well-fitting t-shirt and a suit in a contrasting color to create this look. An excellent choice might be a black t-shirt with a gray suit.

Depending on your preference, you can choose between loafers and dress shoes for your footwear. Choose a minimalist belt and a pair of traditional analog watches as your accessories. You can also include pocket squares if you're wearing this to a formal party event.

Conclusion

In conclusion, many half-sleeve t-shirt outfit ideas can give your wardrobe a trendy touch. The 5 killer ways covered include using your t-shirt to make a statement, accessorizing it with the right pieces, layering for a more polished appearance, experimenting with mixing patterns and textures, wearing monochromatic outfits, and adding layers.

Using these suggestions, you can dress up your informal or formal appearance and show off your sense of style. With a little imagination and experimentation, you can design distinctive outfits that give you a fashionable and confident feeling.

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aot men as dads - headcanon!! some 18+!!

includes: eren, jean, reiner, & levi

i'm still working on some full-fledged one-shots and parts of my series', but i'm nannying for the summer and have BABY FEVER. please enjoy my little headcanons of my fav aot men as dads <3

DISCLAIMER: some of this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

Eren

ok but eren is such a cringe dad lol

buys himself all of the #1 Dad! merch. he’s got mugs, tshirts, hats, all of it, and all of it went on his credit card.

10000% a girl dad. loves all the little dresses and bows; he puts your daughter’s hair in its first bun, nearly tears up when she points at his matching hairstyle and babbles “like da-da!”

you have to parent eren as much as the children. when you turn the corner into the living room where he’s supposed to be having “quiet time” with your toddler only to find that they’re buried in a pillow fort and eren’s signed his own name in crayon on the wall next to your daughter’s scribblings. “babe, we can just repaint it! she’s being creative.”

loves when you’re pregnant. after your first, eren keeps a calendar on the wall marking off the days until it’s safe for him to fuck you again, fuck a baby right back into you. already has a breeding kink before your first. develops a lactation kink after.

TERRIFIED (and i mean terrified) of hurting your little angel. has absolutely zero concept of “cry it out”; if he hears his baby crying, he’s sprinting into the next room, kissing a nonexistent boo-boo.

refuses to admit it but he has no backbone when it comes to your daughter wanting literally anything. she wants it, she gets it.

favorite thing in the world is matching outfits. favorite. “babe, where’s her green hoodie? i’m wearing mine today for the park!” “of course it matters, we have to match! on that note, where’s yours?”

lets your daughter use his hair to learn how to braid. usually has a few pink hair ties or glittery clips sticking out of it when you come home from a mom’s night out.

really big on your baby getting to see the world. drags you on vacation to any place he can think of, even as you try to explain to him that she can’t form any long term memories yet. “but baby, she’ll have pictures. how many kids in her class can bring a picture of them at the eiffel tower to their first show-and-tell?”

accidentally ruins santa and the tooth fairy for your daughter. cries harder than she does over it.

aggressively vets babysitters. ends up settling for a nursing student in the labor & delivery school who’s the oldest of seven children and probably more knowledgeable about child development than both of you combined, but he’s still suspicious.

wants to watch while you push, watch his baby come into the world. you’ve never seen a sweeter sight than eren in his scrubs, crying while holding your baby girl.

Jean

most people picture eren as being the roughhousing dad, but it’s jean, and i will die on this hill.

freaks out every time he drops your first boy while throwing him around like a ragdoll, but he’ll never stop because “listen!! he’s laughing!”. when it comes to the rest of them, he’s experienced enough now to tell the difference between a real booboo and an imagined one, and he simply brushes their little pants off caringly before shouting “now you tackle me!”

jean’s got no gender preference for your first, or the rest of your little brood for that matter. he raises them exactly the same, regardless: tough.

it takes him awhile to get used to the concept of babies’ minds. you’ve walked in on him having full-blown arguments with your shrieking toddlers several times. “what’s not making sense? if you let your goldfish ‘swim’ in the toilet, it dies, simple as that.”

plays “bad cop” for you because you’re terrible at it, but he’s always having to turn around and snicker into his elbow in the middle of scolding because your babies get the same little throbbing forehead vein as you when they’re mad

wants a big family, and gets it. you practically have to drag him to get his balls snipped after your fourth, him reminding you that “it’s reversible!” the entire way there.

the newborn phase is his favorite. he’s rarely home for any longer than ten minutes without scooping your most recent addition into his arms, squishing their little cheeks and marveling at their gurgling noises.

the kids never give him anxiety, but when you’re pregnant??? jean’s a wreck.

“do your feet still hurt, love?” “what do you mean you have indigestion? that could be the baby coming!” “of course we can’t have sex, what if we poke its little head?”

definitely the dad that’s got a delivery bag and a backup bag and an emergency third backup of the backup bag in his car at all times. the first week of your third trimester, he starts watching you suspiciously for any signs of labor, even though this is your fourth together. you think you’ve got it down by now, you tell him, but he won’t listen.

always gets the kids to work together on little surprises for you. every mother’s day they wake you up with breakfast, every valentines day your dining room table is covered in handmade cards, every birthday your kitchen is coated in flour from jean and four little ones attempting to bake

SO HARD to drag him out for a date night. he wants to bring them everywhere: the fancy restaurant, the couples' get away trip

jean's that dad standing in the bar, watching the game, beer in hand, with an occupied baby carrier strapped to his chest

wants to watch during delivery, but he passed out the first go-round, so now he’s content standing up by your head, trying not to turn white as you squeeze his hand hard enough to break.

talks you into just one more on your fourth’s second birthday. “they’re all so big now. don’t you miss it, babe? my baby in your belly? c’mon…” turns out he reversed that vasectomy without telling you

Reiner

another girl dad. hardcore girl dad.

buys his little princess all number of dresses and barbies, is confused when she’s more interested in the baseballs her classmates have.

accidentally raises the most tomboyish, toughest little girl. still babies her, and she hates it.

cries more than you do on your first date night out when you leave her with your mom. forgets to order his entree at the restaurant because he’s watching the baby monitor app on his phone.

definitely the best at splitting baby duties with you. reiner’s up before you most nights when she wakes, grabbing a bottle and cooing at her lovingly even as she screams. you always try to stay awake to watch him on the baby monitor, though, heart melting as his massive arms rock the tiny bundle back to sleep.

all the neighborhood kids love him because of his size. at every cookout, reiner can’t help on the grill because he’s buried in the grass in a little army of toddlers, led by your daughter, shrieking with joy.

always taking pictures. literally always. unflattering ones when you fall asleep breastfeeding, candids at the zoo, eighteen identical pictures of the lock of hair from her first haircut clogging up his camera roll.

can’t be the bad cop. literally ever. he just can’t say no to his little princess, can’t break her precious little heart by telling her that throwing her food onto the floor is bad.

takes your daughter to mommy & me classes with him

DILF DILF DILF. all the moms in the classes swoon over him and gossip about him when he’s not there; much to your annoyance, reiner never notices, insisting that they’re his “mommy friends”.

always sporting a little bit of glitter on his face or a sticker on his back from your daughter

coming from a fatherless background, reiner nearly kills himself trying to be a constant presence in your daughter’s life (you have to remind him that he has to rest too)

never misses an open house night at school, even if it nearly gets him fired. coaches all of her sports teams. literally almost cries when she makes her first soccer goal. actually does cry when she tells you the boy sitting beside her in class called her his girlfriend. full-blown breakdown on her first day of school, so bad he has to stay home from work.

the absolute BEST through your pregnancy and delivery. always cooking your craving of the week, constant foot and back rubs, stays up all night with you for the three days before the birth when you’re just too swollen and miserable to sleep.

holds your hand through the entire delivery, gets in the doctors’ way when they’re performing checkups because “i’m her father, i need to know what’s going on”

Levi

levi never pictured himself as having children, but when your little surprise arrives, blinking up at levi with his own grey, owlish eyes, levi can’t believe he hadn’t thought of it sooner.

very easily irritated with anyone asking questions about your home life.

when his coworkers ask for your newborn’s name, levi simply says “child.” are you two trying again? “why the fuck do you need to know?”

super overprotective. your baby waves at someone in the supermarket, and levi’s leaning down to explain (in words your eight-month-old can’t yet understand) stranger danger.

totally one of those parents that goes half-crazy trying to get their child into the top-notch, snobby preschool in town.

“we’re not wasting his intelligence on the public school”

levi grew up with basically nothing, so he goes all out buying the best baby products on the market. $2,500 strollers, researching “best baby toys for development”, the whole nine yards.

100% spends months trying to get your child to make a game out of picking up his own toys after playtime, but it never works.

has a meal plan for your child to “optimize nutrition” that you have to sneak around to give your baby little chocolates and junk snacks.

“why are there pringles in his playtime bag? they have no nutritional value.”

vets anyone that comes around your child, even other children. “no more playtime with that evan kid. he’s always got a cold or something.”

he’s always been a light sleeper, but once you have your child, levi snores beside them watching kids’ cartoons on the tv like you’ve never seen him, even drooling as his head lolls, arm tucked tight around your little one.

learned everything he could about labor and delivery beforehand

you almost killed him in the delivery room as he explained each medical detail of your labor symptoms to “reassure” you. he finally got the hint when you threatened to decapitate him.

he thinks it’s shameful, but watching you be a mother turns. him. on. 

wants to take you right there when he catches you breastfeeding, watches you read a bedtime story, spin your child around laughing. you’re just so naturally good at it and it makes him love you all the more, all that love going straight between his legs.

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Mine, All Mine

Uncle Ezra x virgin f reader

Warnings: Noncon! Unclecest (they are not blood related!) virginity loss, p in v, heavy use of the word kiddo (idk it was doing it for me), filming, uhhh yea I don’t want to say too much so it doesn’t get spoiled. I’d say this is more on the dark side of things so be cautious, you are in charge of your own self and what you read. If it bothers you, stop reading it(:

A/n: this one’s for my love, @bonezone44 ! This literally came from a post they made lol also go check out their Uncle Ezra! It’s the best! (Also if you do/have read hers, maybe you’ll notice a lil Easter egg in mine lol) Enjoy babes! Also Happy Valentine’s Day!😘😘😘

Word count: 4222

Not edited or beta’d (Rad had looked over like half the story so I guess kinda beta’d lol)

It’s the middle of summer and it’s already hotter than Satan’s balls outside. You’re off work today and doing your best to enjoy the day but you’ve found yourself melted to the couch with a fan blasting on high, wearing your shortest shorts and a tank top. Your dad left hours ago for work, he probably won’t be back until much later tonight giving you the whole house to yourself.

You’ve gotten lost in a marathon of Law and Order SVU when you hear a knock on the door. Scrunching your face, confused as to who could be at the door, you get up to go answer it.

Opening the door reveals your Uncle Ezra standing outside, wearing basketball shorts and an old tshirt with the sleeves cut off so his sides are showing, exposing hot, tanned skin.

“Hey kiddo your dad home? I hada to come by to grab a few things.”

You gulp nervously, he isn’t your actual uncle but he’s been your dads best friend since they were kids so he’s considered like an uncle to you. Except ever since you hit eighteen he’s been more touchy, saying extremely sexual things in your ear whenever he’s around. You know it’s wrong, you hate that he does it but a part of you can’t help but like it. You like the dirty things he says, like the way his hand brushes against your ass when he walks by. When you went off to college and moved out you never expected you’d have to move back in with your dad after graduating. Unfortunately life comes at you hard. And ever since you came back home, Ezra has been even more of a menace.

“N-no sorry he’s at work. Um you can come back later.” You say with a stutter as you try to shut the door.

Ezra’s hand shoots out stopping the door from shutting,

“That’s okay kiddo I can wait. Let your old uncle Ezra in sweetie.” He says back with a sly grin on his face, his eyes darkening with mischief.

“O-okay come in.”

“Come in what?”

“Come in uncle Ezra.” You reply with a dry throat.

“Ah there it is. Ya know I like it when you call me uncle Ezra sweetie. It’s good manners and all.”

He walks in through the door, closing it behind him as you turn to walk back to the couch and sit down with your legs under you, leaned against the side cushion. You shiver, now painfully aware of how little clothing you have on now that he’s here. Ezra plops down right next to you, his legs spread as he puts his arm behind you on the back of the couch. You try to swallow, blinking a few times in quick succession.

“Whatcha watching kiddo?”

“Um just law and order. It’s a marathon.” You respond.

Ezra lifts the arm that was behind you and brings it forward, slapping your thigh lightly before rubbing the spot he hit,

“You okay sweetie? Seem kinda off? Is it a boy? Huh? It’s okay talk to uncle Ez. This boy treating you right? Making you feel good?”

Your mouth starts to open and then close as you try to find your voice, “N-no boy uncle Ezra. I-I’m fine. I promise.”

Ezra smiles at you as his hand starts to go up higher on your thigh before stopping and rubbing his thumb back and forth at the top of your thigh.

“Ya know since your daddy ain’t home I’ve been wanting to have this chat with you. Now I know you’re all grown up on me but you should know about men and their needs. But also your own needs sweetie,” he leans in closer so his lips are close to your ear, “Pretty girls like you have pretty pussies and those pretty pussies get wet and needy. Gotta make sure she is properly cared for kiddo. Cant have ya out here dripping and desperate for just any cock. You needa real man.” His low voice sending shivers down your spine. Ezra rubs his nose up and down your neck, right behind your ear.

“S-stop please.”

Ezra pulls back, “Stop? Sweetie I’m just trying to help ya here. I only want the best for ya.” A look of confusion and hurt covers his face.

“I- I want you to stop Uncle Ezra. I know what your doing and I don’t like it. Please stop.”

Ezra sighs real loud, “Okay kiddo. Whatever you say. I’m just trying to look out for ya. I’ll back off.” He takes his hand off your thigh and puts both hands up as he sinks back into the couch, still sitting right next to you. His hands laying down on his open lap.

You swallow thickly before you find the courage to get up,

“I think I’m gonna go read in my room. Feel free to change the channel while you wait.” You announce before heading to the stairs to up to your room.

Once you close your bedroom door behind you, you let out a deep sigh. Taking another breath as though you’ve been holding your breath this entire time. You hate that he feels so comfortable acting so bold. You wished he’d just leave.

It’s been a couple of hours and you’ve been absolutely lost in your own world, reading a new book you’d just gotten. Laying on your bed with your leg propped up against your bent knee as you lay on your back, the perfect reading position. You’re almost to the end when you hear a soft knock on your door as it’s pushed open.

“Hey kiddo just wanted to come check on ya. Wanted ya to have some alone time you seemed a little off earlier.” Ezra says as he walks in and sits on your bed. You sit up straight with your legs criss cross applesauce already feeling a pit in your stomach.

“I- I’m fine uncle Ezra. You didn’t have to check on me.”

“Now I know I didn’t have too but I was worried. You’re like my little girl, you know how much I love ya.” He gives you a soft smile, you can tell he’s trying to put you at ease but all he’s done is make you even more uncomfortable.

Ezra’s eyes flicker over to your nightstand where he sees a sliver of bright pink,

“Well well well what do we have here?” His eyes narrowing in on the object as he reaches forward and pulls out your dildo.

Your cheeks flush, embarrassment washes over you as you grab his wrist that’s connected to the hand now holding your toy,

“Leave that alone! That’s mine!”

“Aht don’t tell me what to do little girl. Now do you mind explaining to me what the hell you’re doing with a plastic cock? I thought my little sweet pea was a virgin. Don’t look like a virgin with this.” He says as he shakes your girthy 7 inch bright pink dildo in your face.

“I am a virgin! And it’s none of your business! Gimmie!” Now you’re fed up, you lunge forward, grabbing at the toy once again only for Ezra to yank it away as his free hand grabs your face, pinching your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger.

“Cut the bullshit little girl, ain’t no way this cunt ain’t been touched if your shoving this fucking thing inside ya,” his eyes leave yours and look down at the toy and back at you, a sly smirk blooming on his face.

“Nah see what’s gonna happen now is I’m gonna see for myself how much of a dirty fucking whore you’ve become.”

He releases your face and immediately you drop your face into your chest, scared to look up at him, wanting nothing more than to curl into yourself and vanish.

“Please don’t. Just leave me alone. Please.” You beg him quietly, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

Ezra puts his hand on the back of your neck and squeezes, making you look up at him,

“Nuh uh. You wanna be a slut? Then you’re gonna take a real man’s fucking cock like the good girl you are and like it.” He says with a sneer.

Your eyes are big, filled with tears threatening to spill over. You’ve never been with anyone sexually before. You’ve never even used that dildo, you only have it because your friend gave it to you as a gag gift and now you fear your uncle Ezra is gonna be your first and you don’t get a say in it.

“Please uncle Ezra, I - I don’t want it. I - I’ve never had sex I swear.” Your lip quivering as you continue to beg him not to follow through on his word.

“Oh kiddo don’t be scared. It’s me, your uncle Ez,” he says condescendingly as he leans forward, so close your noses touch, “I’m gonna fuck this sweet virgin pussy. I’ll make it good for you baby. Make sure she creams all over my cock so much you’ll beg for more.”

Tears start falling down your face, a deep fear spreading through your body like a cancer. A fear your pussy seems immune too as you feel yourself clench around nothing in excitement.

“Now lay on back like a good girl baby. Go on.” Ezra urges you as he lets go of your neck and pushes your shoulder back gently. As scared as you are, you also know how much you do secretly enjoy the attention and the touches you get from him. You bite your lip nervously as your back hits the pillows behind you.

Ezra grabs your calf and uncrosses your legs as he bends forward. His face in between your legs, his nose brushes against your clothed slit as he takes in a deep breath.

“You smell so sweet kiddo.” He says looking up at you before glancing back down, “looks like someone’s excited to meet me.” He said with a smirk as he brings his hand up, taking his thumb and swiping up from the bottom of your slit up, landing on your little bundle of nerves. He slowly rubs a few circles on your clit, your body lights up from the electric feeling of someone touching you there. You quickly bite your bottom lip and squeeze your eyes closed, trying your hardest to hold back any sign that you like how it feels.

Not paying any attention to you, Ezra pulls your shorts to the side revealing your wet pussy. His brows scrunch as he purses his lips together and lets out a little “oooh”

“She’s even prettier than I imagined honey,” he says before laying a soft kiss on your slit, “seems real happy to meet me too.” He says with a little chuckle. Ezra dives right in, his tongue parting your lips as he licks up and down. Up and down. Swirling his tongue around your entrance before going up to swirl around your clit before he suctions his lips around the little bundle and gives it a few gentle sucks.

The feeling of his mouth on you has you teetering on edge already. You’ve never experienced someone licking you down there before. And it feels so good. A breath moan escapes through your lips before you realize it. Ezra looks up at you when he hears it only to see you with your eyes closed shut and sees you quickly clamp your mouth shut.

“Nu uh kiddo. Open your fucking eyes and watch me,” he says before reaching up and slapping you lightly on the face to get your attention, “fucking rude of ya to do that. Guess I gotta train ya to take cock and to be a good little whore huh?”

You open you eyes, looking down at him. You shake your head no, scared to open your mouth knowing you wouldn’t be able to speak normally.

Ezra looks back down at your pussy as he lowers his hand down. He takes his finger and gently prods your pussy. He pushes a little bit into you before pulling back out, only to push his finger in more and twist.

A whimper escapes your lips this time. His thick finger moving inside of you feels so good you just can’t help it.

“That’s it honey, feels good don’t it? Yea it does,” he slips his finger in all the way continuously moving in and out, twisting as he does so, “She’s opening up for me baby. I think she likes me.” He leans forward again and licks your clit. Looking up at you as he keeps licking and fingering, the sensation’s overwhelming your entire being. He starts sucking your bundle of nerves again, Your head tips back as you give up trying to fight how you feel. Letting out a moan as your hand comes up and grabs your breast and squeezes.

“That’s it baby take em out, play with your nipples for me, gonna feel even better,” he orders before diving back in to lick and suck on your bean.

Doing as he says, you pull your tank top up, revealing your breast as you take one in each hand. Letting yourself feel them, giving them squeezes before you take a nipple in between your fore finger and thumb, pinching the sensitive nub and rolling it between your fingers.

He’s right, you find yourself in ecstasy as you continue to play with yourself as he eats you out.

Ezra’s mouth leaves your heat as he sits up and grabs the dildo. Laying back down in between your legs, he takes the dildo and starts running it up and down gathering your slick on the pink phallus.

“I think she’s ready for more baby what d’ya think?”

Your hands stop what they’re doing as you look down at him with eyes wide with terror. Taking a large gulp you give him a tiny head shake, ‘no’ you mouth.

“Don’t worry baby she’s gonna like this. I’ll kiss it better after.”

He holds the base of the dildo and slowly pushes the top inside your dripping entrance. He manages to get just the tip in and stops pushing in. He slowly twists it side to side as he looks up at you to gauge any pain you might have. You tensed up at the intrusion, your mouth clamped shut with tears forming in your eyes. Ezra leans forward and kisses your sensitive clit, making your hips buck up, chasing his mouth for more. He ever so slightly pushes a little bit more in as he wraps his lips around your bundle of nerves and gives it a little suck. You’re not sure how to feel. The searing pain from the dildo entering you seems to subside and turns into overwhelming pleasure as Ezra continues his assault on your pussy. Soon he pushes the toy all the way in you, all you can do is lay there, writhing in ecstasy as he starts pumping it in and out, switching back and forth between licking and sucking on your stretched cunt.

“Ooohh nngh oh fuck oh fuck Un- Uncle Ezra please - I-I’m close oh fuck I’m gonna -“

White hot pleasure erupts all over, your legs shaking, your body starts to thrash and wiggle as your orgasm takes over. Your brain is on mute, no thoughts, you can barely even remember your own name.

“That’s its kiddo, oh fuck yea I told you she’d like this. Prettiest fucking pussy, got my face fucking soaked baby. Come here”

Ezra stands up, taking the dildo out of you and licking the flared bottom of it before crouching down in front of the mirror that’s next to your bed and sticking it on the mirror.

He stands back up and takes a step and is back at your side. He puts his hand behind your neck. You can feel his fingers work up the base of your skull and grab a handful of your hair. Once he has a good grip, he pulls you up by your hair,

“ Get on your knees baby it’s time you take a real man in those pretty holes of yours.”

Your legs are jelly, you can’t even manage to land on your feet when he pulls you. You roll out of bed and land on your knees on the floor. Your hands shooting out, landing on his leg as you try to keep yourself from face planting.

“Stick out your tongue baby.”

You immediately drop your jaw and stick your tongue all the way out. Your eyes wide looking up at him, without a single thought behind them. Your consumed with this want to do whatever he says, to swallow up any crumb he may leave you in hopes of feeling a smidge of the pure ecstatic pleasure he can give you again.

With his hand still tangled in your hair, his other hand pulls down his shorts. His thick cock springs out, the tip an angry shade of red with precum already leaking out. He is easily the biggest cock you’ve ever seen. Way bigger than the dildo you just took. No longer scared of any potential pain he may cause you, instead a pang of desire shoots through your body, you can feel your pussy get even wetter.

He takes himself in his hand and gives his cock a few pumps before guiding it into your open mouth. He isn’t so gentle this time. Instead he’s quick to push his cock down your throat, hitting the back of your throat making you gag on the first entry. Instantly you gag hard, tears fall from your eyes as spit starts to leak from your mouth around his cock. He pulls out and quickly shoves himself back in. Your hands go up, laying on his thighs as he pushes your head down on his cock as he pushes in. Giving you no respite, you quickly learn to breathe through your nose.

“Fuck yea always had a pretty little mouth on ya baby go on, give Uncle Ezra’s dick a good suck. Show me how good my dick tastes baby.”

You try real hard to suck on him as best you could. You cover your teeth with your lips and tighten your lips around him. Sucking on him, moving your tongue around, tracing a vein that went from the base almost up to the tip. Your nose buried in his curls as he holds you down on him.

“Oh kiddo, y’doing so good nngh this mouth is mine honey. Only Uncle Ezra fucks this pretty hole y’hear me? That tight little cunt is mine too.”

You moan around his dick, hearing him claim you as his.

Suddenly Ezra yanks on your hair, sending you back off his dick. He moves out of the way and pulls you forward, causing you to fall on your hands as he continues to pull making you crawl. Once he stops you realize your directly in front of your mirror. More specifically right in front of the dildo that is now sticking to it. He crouches down so his face in close to yours

“Suck on the fake dick now baby Uncle Ezra’s gonna be right behind you, opening up that tight little gash o’yours.”

Your eyes wide as spit trickles down your chin. Ezra leans forward shoving his tongue in your mouth, kissing you with feral enthusiasm, licking into your mouth before taking your tongue between his lips and sucking as he pulls back. A string of spit connects you too as he breaks the kiss he takes a few seconds and just admires how beautiful you are. Hair a mess, spit covered chin, a wild look in your eyes that says you love this. You look throughly wrecked and he’s just getting started. He yanks on your hair one last time and guides you to the dildo where you wrap your lips around it and begin to suck. You look into the mirror and see yourself on all fours, sucking the toy as Ezra stands up behind you and takes his clothes all the way off.

Once naked, Ezra gets back down on his knees behind you. His hands glide over the globes of your ass as he sits back on his legs and just takes in the most beautiful debauched scene in front of him. Taking himself in his hand, he gives himself a few pumps before spitting down onto his dick. He lines himself up and pushes in, he goes slow. Giving you barely just the tip and already he’s letting out this unabashed low groan as his eyes roll back.

“Oh fuck baby this is gonna be a tight fit,” he says in a deep lust filled voice, “Don’t worry kiddo Uncle Ezra’s gonna make her purr real nice.”

He reaches down, his fingers finding your clit with a quickness. Softly rubbing circles on your bundle of nerves, you feel yourself relax completely. Ezra pushes in a little bit more.

He might be immoral but he’s not a complete monster. He knows his pretty little niece is a pure virgin, he’s gonna make this unforgettable. He already knows she’ll come crawling back for more, he thinks to himself as a smirk crosses his face.

“Breathe baby, just breathe. Fuck you feel so good, tight little gash suckin me just right.” He coaches you as he finally pushes all the way in, waiting a few beats before he moves again letting you get used to the stretch.

You feel so full with his cock inside you and the dildo in your mouth. You can’t help but whine as you feel him throb inside of you. You pull off the toy,

“Uh-uncle Ez- Ezra please. Oh p-please move oh fuck I’m so full. . s’good.”

Hearing you moan and beg is all he needs as he starts to move and quickly finds a hard, fast pace.

Your mouth falls open into an O shape as the breath is completely knocked out of you as he starts to really fuck you. It’s too much but at the same time you want more. You’ve never felt euphoria quite like this. You go back to sucking on the toy so you can feel that exquisite full feeling again.

“ Ooh kiddo yea. Fucking hell that’s it baby oh fuck look at you. Got a cock finally inside this little virgin slit and you already need two dicks just to satisfy ya huh? Yea you do. Ho-hold on baby I gotta make sure I never forget this.”

His thrusts slow until he stills inside you as he reaches over to his shorts and pulls out his phone. Once he straightens back up behind you, he opens the camera on his phone and flips it so he sees the debauchery that’s in front of him on his phone.

“Yeaaa that’s it, show the camera how much of a nasty little slut you really are honey. Go on, show em how good your pretty little mouth sucks.”

You should feel shame. Embarrassment. You should beg him to not film you in this lewd act. But you can’t. And won’t. Something about him filming this makes you drip with even more want. Makes you want to do even more depraved, perverted acts with him. Maybe even after, the two of you watch your home movies as you lay in bed.

Ezra holds onto your hip with one hand as the other holds his phone as he drives his throbbing cock back in. He sets an unrelenting pace as he pounds into you.

You’re an absolute mess as you moan around the toy in your mouth.

He chuckles darkly, “Look at my sweet little niece. Letting her dirty old uncle pop her sweet cherry. Nngh oh fuck yea. Perfect fucking pussy squeezing me so tight. Look at my cock hungry little whore. I told you she’d like me baby, she’s so creamy, eating me right up.” His words abruptly ended by a moan he couldn’t help but let out.

“Ff-fuck yea that’s it, Uncle Ezra’s gonna cum in his cunt. It’s mine now baby she’s only gonna take my cock, my cum ya hear? Nnn oh fuck oh fuck let me feel you cum sweetheart, come on”

He reaches back down and quickly rubs circles on your clit and immediately your legs start shaking as you feel your orgasm crash over you. You let out a muffled cry, the toy in your mouth keeps you from yelling very loud.

“Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck.”

Ezra chants and soon you feel him spurt hot cum deep inside you. He stills, cock still buried in your tight heat as he bends down over your back.

Ezra puts his phone down as he holds you for a moment, leaving soft kisses on your shoulder and down your back before he pulls himself out of you. You pull off the toy and slump to the side on the floor.

“Let’s get you cleaned up kiddo. How bout we go get some’ to eat? That sound good baby?”

You look up at him with a smile on your face, “Yea that sounds good.”

Ezra smiles back and with that he helps you up and takes you to the bathroom.

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Reunited

Part 27

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Warnings: mention of a groper on the loose, reader gets attacked, animal death, mentions of feitan being horny for reader and and masturabtion, feitan rummages through readers underwear drawer(PERVV)

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(Name) woke up to the sound of several men talking in the living room. She pulled on a pair of shorts and a tshirt, having thrown off all her clothes before jumping into bed.

As she exited the room, she noticed a new person sat on her living room sofa, sipping from her favorite hello kitty coffee mug.

“Oh. Another one.”

The three men glanced up as (Name) entered the room, leaning her hip against the wall. Uvogin jumped up, rushing over and pulling the girl into a bone crushing hug.

(Name) coughed, patting his back. “Alright big guy, let me down before you actually crack my spine.”

The man let out a barking laugh, setting the girl down. “What ya making for breakfast, sweetheart?”

(Name) ignored him, peeking past the hulking figure to the man sitting on her sofa. “Hello there, I’m (Name).”

She moved past Uvogin and offered her hand, smiling politely. The man took her hand, giving her a similar smile back. “I’m Nobunaga. Sorry, we’ll be out of your hair soon.”

(Name) waved her hands dismissively. “Oh, you’re no trouble at all. I’ll go make breakfast, you boys just relax. I’m sure the journey has been tiring.”

Nobunaga watched her leave, the girl rustling around in the fridge while humming, the sway of her hips almost hypnotizing.

“Feitan… you’re a lucky guy.”

The short man huffed. “Shut up.”

——————

After eating a meal of biscuits, gravy, and fruit, the two left.

Nobunaga left Feitan a new coat, saying he’d have to pay Machi back for it later. (Name) clapped when he left the bathroom in his new coat, her face lightly flushed.

“Wow, you look nice Feitan! Handsome even!”

Feitan was glad his coat covered his face, because he could feel the heat rushing to his cheeks.

“… thanks.”

Over the next week, Feitan’s had gained control over his hands, able to lift his arms for a few seconds before dropping them in exhaustion.

He’d started exercising daily, going out for runs before breakfast. It was nice to return to (Name) smiling at him, placing a plate on the table for him. Something about having someone to come home to made him feel soft.

“Feitan!”

The man looked up from his manga to see (Name), wearing a knee length lilac summer dress and a strawhat.

“Wanna come to town with me?”

He set the novel down, standing. “Sure. Reason you ask?”

(Name) sighed. “There’s rumors that there’s a man going around groping lone women in the streets. I’d feel safer with you.”

He sneered at the information, but his heart thumped painfully against his chest at the fact he made her feel safe. If she knew who he really was, would she be more scared of the groper, or him?

(Name) and Feitan walked to town, him holding her hand. He excused it by saying it was to help her keep up with him, but he couldn’t meet her eyes.

“Too slow. Just hold on.”

He pulled her along, stopping every once in a while to give her a break, even if she didn’t need one.

Once they reached town, Feitan pulled her to his side, keeping his hand in hers. He used his nen to see if there was anyone in the area with malicious intent, and when he didn’t sense anything, he continued walking through town.

“Feitan, we should get you some of your own soap. I don’t wanna make you use a girls soap f-“

“I use yours.”

(Name) tilted her head. “Are you sure it’s okay? Didn’t Uvogin make fun of you?”

“Don’t care what he thinks.”

For some reason, he wanted to keep using her soap for as long as possible. It smelled good, like her.

(Name) hummed. “Alright. Let’s see if they have anything on sale in the grocery store!”

The two pursued the shelves of the grocery store, Feitan tossing in a few items he personally enjoyed. He’d never tell her his preferences, since he wasn’t a picky eater, so she was glad she brought him.

(Name) suddenly stopped, glancing at Feitan before turning to him shyly. “Um… I need to look down the next aisle. Could you stay here for a moment?”

Feitan raised an eyebrow. “What about groper?”

(Name) pursed her lips. “I’ll scream if something happens.”

The girl left her buggy with Feitan, the man waiting until she was far enough away to follow behind her.

She went down the small women’s clothing aisle, humming to herself. “Wonder if they still have them…”

Feitan watched as she paused in front of the women’s underwear, looking the shelf up and down. He was a little embarrassed to be looking at such a thing, but his curiosity wouldn’t let him leave.

She picked up a pack of multiple panties, them being pink and white themed, with a pair in the front having a strawberry pattern. She flipped the package over to look at the price, a sigh leaving her lips.

“Aww, still too much. I really wanted these too…”

She put the package down, sadly turning to return to Feitan. He was already long gone, leaning against the buggy nonchalantly. “Get what you need?”

She shook her head, her mood having soured a little. “No, it’s still to expensive. Maybe next month I can fit it into my budget.”

(Name) pushed the buggy forward, a pout on her lips. Feitan followed after her, glancing back at the aisle before stopping.

“Have to use bathroom. Be back.”

With that he strolled away, hands in his pockets. (Name) nodded and pulled out her grocery list, continuing her shopping.

(Name) and Feitan walked out of the grocery store, feitan carrying a majority of the bags. She’d fussed at him for straining himself, getting a glare in return.

“Can carry. Not weak, you know.”

She huffed. “I didn’t say you were weak. I just worry about you.”

His grip on the bags tightened. “Shouldn’t worry. I’m not a good man.”

(Name) hummed, peeking at him. “Not many people are truly good. But…”

She stood in front of him, leaning forward to wrap her arms around him.

“I don’t think you’re all that bad.”

He stiffened at her touch, the groceries dropping to the ground.

His hands trembled at her sides, not knowing what to do. As he struggled on what he should do next, (Name) pulled away and smiled.

“You’re good enough to me.”

She turned without another word, leaving him to rush to pick up the bags and follow behind her. He was glad she couldn’t see the tears prickling the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall. Feitan blinked them away quickly.

‘If she really knew what I’ve done, would she still smile at me like that?’

——————

Feitan watched as (Name) put up the groceries, humming to herself. Her sudden hug earlier still had his skin tingling, the tips of his ears red. Did she know the effect she had over him?

“Feitan, I’m gonna make some sandwiches, let’s eat on the porch, it’s so nice out!”

He could only nod, words not coming easy for him at the moment.

(Name) and Feitan sat together at the table, looking out over the river as they ate their sandwiches. Although Feitan was still struggling to lift his arms, he was able to eat by himself now. (Name) made sure to offer her assistance if she felt he needed it.

“So, Feitan, when’s your birthday?”

The sudden question caused the black haired man to choke on his sandwich, the girl smacking his back.

“Why… why you ask?”

Feitan glanced at her as he caught his breath, coughing lightly. She shrugged, pushing herself on the porch swing. “Just curious.”

“Don’t have one.”

(Name) paused her swinging, standing up suddenly. “You don’t have a birthday?”

“Don’t remember.”

(Name) blinked at him, her eyebrows furrowing. “Oh. That’s unfortunate…”

The two made idle chit chat as the sun went down, (Name) doing most of the talking. As the two conversed, she slipped in a few innocent sounding questions.

“Do you have a favorite flavor of cake?”

“Vanilla.”

“What would be something you’d like to receive as a gift?”

“Manga.”

(Name) nodded, typing something into her phone. Feitan watched her in mild amusement. She always asked him so many questions that he hadn’t even began to expect her true motives.

“I see. Alright, I think it’s time I retire to bed.”

“Sound like old woman.”

The woman in question let out a gasp, holding a hand over her heart. “Why I never! Hmph!”

She playfully tossed her hair as she walked inside, turning back around to stick out her tongue at him.

“Get dessert yourself then!”

He rolled his eyes, the ghost of a smile returning as he stood, carrying his plate to the kitchen.

—————

Feitan woke up in the middle of the night, glancing at the alarm clock (Name) had gifted him. It was pink with Sanrio stickers covering it, just the sight of it making him think of her.

Every item she owned seemed to be covered in pink and stickers, the man almost chuckling at the thought.

It was 2 am, and because he was tired, he lied back down. Whatever had woken him up shouldn’t be that important.

Another thump made his eyes shoot open, the feeling of an aura other than (Name)’s sending him into a panic.

Feitan took a moment to calm himself, grabbing his umbrella as quietly as possible and unsheathing the hidden sword.

He could hear the sound of a struggle, but it was quiet. So quiet he wouldn’t have noticed if he didn’t use nen.

Feitan approached the door, peering through the crack to see what was happening.

In the dark, he could make out a large, looking figure hunched over a smaller one. It had to be a man, by the shape of his silhouette.

“No one else lives here, eh? You lying to me girly?”

The man raised his hand and smacked the small figure under him, but the person didn’t cry out. Instead they just whispered back.

“Yes, I am alone. Please… just leave. Take what you want and go.”

That was (Name)’s voice. Feitan could feel his blood pressure rising. Did that man just strike (Name)? Was he pinning her to the ground like a fucking animal?

“Now why would I leave without getting what I came here for, little missy?”

The man grabbed her by her hair, making her cover her mouth so her cry was deafened.

“You must’ve heard of me on the news. They call me a groper, but they ain’t entirely right.”

The sound of a box cutter clicking open made Feitan stiffen, his eyes on the man.

“I collect little ladies like you as trophies. Specifically…”

He raised his arm, his eyes glinting in the moonlight.

“THEIR HEA-“

Before the man could bring the blade down to stab into her throat, Feitan rushed out, easily severing the man’s arm from his body.

In that moment, (Name) felt true fear. The bloodlust surrounding Feitans body came off in waves so thick, even a non-nen user like (Name) could feel it. The man cried out in agony, holding the stump where his arm had once been.

“You filth.”

Feitan kicked the man in the stomach, sending him flying against the house and crashing through the front door.

Feitan passed (Name) not even sparing her s glance as he left the house. Slammed the door shut behind him as he advanced on the man.

“P-please! Don’t kill me! I-“

Feitan crouched down in front of the sniveling man, giving him a sinister smile.

“Shh, shh, shh. Not kill you. Not yet. Don’t deserve to die so quick.” he cooed, his tone sickly sweet.

Feitan took his sweet time dragging the man out to the river, grateful that (Name) lived out in the country where no one would be there to hear the man’s screams.

——————

(Name) sat motionless on the floor, holding her cheek as she waited for Feitan to return. Even as she waited, a small part of her was scared.

She’d never felt such an intense lust for blood come off of someone, the look on Feitan’s face when his foot connected with the man’s belly causing her to shiver.

Nearly an hour passed before Feitan returned, his coat covered in blood and viscera. He dropped his umbrella onto the floor, approaching (Name) with a stern frown on his lips.

(Name) watched, eyes darting from his face, to all the blood, to his hands that reached out to cup her hurt cheek.

“Why?”

It took (Name) a minute to process his words, blinking up at him stupidly.

“Why… what?”

He scowled, grabbing her face with both hands.

“Why lie? You tell him you live alone. Should have yelled for help!”

He stared down at her, his eyes wondering down her body. She seemed mostly unharmed… besides a cut on her arm. He let go of her face, his hand pulling her arm closer to take a look.

It was a defensive wound, she’d probably been grabbed from behind and thrown her arm up to protect her face from being slashed. From the look of the living room, she’d struggled quite a bit. He didn’t know how he hadn’t woken up sooner.

“You’re hurt.”

His frown deepened. “Why? Answer me.”

(Name) bit her lip, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes. “I… I didn’t want him to hurt you too.”

Feitan’s eyes widened, his arms dropping to his sides as he stared at her. Had she really been so quiet as to not alert him?

“…”

Feitan froze as (Name) started to full on sob, her arms wrapping around him tightly. This hug was different than before. It was needy, comfort seeking, her tears mixing together with the man’s blood as she sobbed into his chest.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry you had to save me. I hate it. I didn’t want to bother you, but I’m so happy you came for me. I was so scared, Feitan.”

He reached a hesitant hand up to smooth out her hair, trembling slightly. “Shh. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Feitan’s voice was soft this time, almost sweet.

(Name) sniffled, only whining when he picked her up into his arms. Her protests died in her throat, sobs replacing them.

He didn’t seem to mind the snot and tears staining his shoulder, setting the girl down on the bathtub’s edge as he turned the knob.

He pulled off his coat, exposing his bare chest. (Name) was too busy crying to care, her eyes becoming puffy and red.

Feitan dropped his coat into the hamper, moving forward and grabbing the hem of her shirt.

(Name) stopped crying then, her face heating up. “Feitan, what are you-“

He shushed her, pulling off her shirt and tossing it into the hamper with his coat. “Got blood on it. Need to wash.”

He tried his best to keep his eyes away from her form, but he couldn’t help but take a peek at her shirtless chest, the sight of her black bra stirring something inside him.

He calmed that side of himself. He couldn’t get horny right now, she needed him.

“Bathe yourself, I get your clothes.”

He left the bathroom, walking to (Name)‘s room.

Feitan glanced down at the package he’d stolen from the grocery store earlier. It was the pack of panties she’d been looking at, the strawberry pair front and center.

Too embarrassed to look in her underwear drawer, the man ripped the package open, pulling out the strawberry pair. He grabbed a tshirt dress and walked back to the bathroom.

The shower curtain was drawn, allowing him to walk in and place the clothes on the counter. “Clothes.”

He walked back out, going to the kitchen sink to splash some water in his face.

What had come over him?

Feitan was no novice to torture, but the things he did to that man in such a short time period surprised even him. The satisfaction of ending the man’s wretched life was astounding, even to a sadist like him.

“Feitan? I’m done.”

He stood up, walking to the bathroom door and opening it.

(Name) sat on the toilet seat, the lid down. Her eyes looked to the ground in embarrassment, her cheeks red. Feitan crouched down in front of her to meet her eyes, tilting his head.

“Why you embarrassed?”

(Name) leaned back, crossing her hands over her chest. “I’m not. I’m just… confused on how you got me the panties I’ve been wanting for a while.”

‘And why,’ she thought, keeping that to herself.

“Stole them. You wanted them, right?”

She could only nod, the man giving her a sly smile.

“I’m a thief. Take what I want.”

He expected her to scold him, maybe even get angry, but neither of those things happened. She just smiled, a giggle leaving her lips.

“Ah, I see.”

She accepted him without another thought, the man having to stand up and grab the medkit to keep himself from being seen blushing.

“Give me your arm.”

She held her arm out as he cleaned the wound, wrapping it in bandages. Feitan turned it over to inspect his work, the short man dropping her arm once he deemed it good enough.

“Go to bed. I’ll take shower.”

(Name) paused, looking down again.

“Feitan?”

He glanced at her. “What?”

“Can… can you stay with me until I fall asleep?”

Feitan felt his heart race, backing up slightly. “… why?”

“I… I’d just feel safer if you watched over me.”

He sighed, offering his hand. “Come on. I’ll take shower after you sleep.”

He said lead her to her bedroom, watching as she climbed into bed. Feitan sat down on the edge of her bed, waiting for her get comfortable.

“Thank you. You’re real sweet you know?”

Feitan scoffed, flicking her forehead. “Sleep.”

She giggled softly before finally leaning against her pillow and closing her eyes.

It only took her five minutes to drift into sleep, a peaceful look on her face.

He watched over her for a little longer, brushing the hair away from her eyes with a gentle touch.

“Sweet dreams.”

Feitan left her side, closing her door behind him. He felt strange, the knowledge that she trusted him enough to watch over her causing his heart to race.

As he showered, he thought back to her words. She didn’t want him to get hurt, putting his safety over hers so easily.

The girl he had been so unkind to was willing to risk her life for him, without any hesitation.

He had people help and even save him in the past, but he didn’t know if anyone had ever put his life above theirs, besides Chrollo.

‘I… I don’t want her to get hurt. She’s…’

He pushed the thought away from his head, mixing her shampoo into his hair.

But as he exited the shower, he knew what he wanted.

‘I want to protect her.’

——————

Feitan was beginning to realize why she had been acting so shy last night.

(Name) stood in the kitchen, making breakfast. She was still wearing the clothes he’d gathered for her the night before, his eyes glued to her.

He hadn’t grabbed her a bra.

Without a bra, her nipples pressed against the fabric of her shirt, the girl seemingly unaware. Feitan tried to tear his eyes away, feeling his pants tighten, much to his annoyance.

He grumbled, shuffling out of the living room and into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

Feitan looked down, groaning. He never had a reaction like this to seeing multiple women naked, so why was he getting hard just seeing her nipples poke through her shirt?

‘Gotta take care of this…’

——————

(Name) placed two warm waffles on a plate, sitting it on the table where Feitan usually sat. She glanced at the bathroom door, humming as she grabbed her own plate.

‘Hmm, maybe he has a tummy ache?’

She plopped down into her chair and began eating her waffles and eggs, popping a fresh strawberry into her mouth.

Feitan left the bathroom five minutes later, the lightest shade of pink dusted across his cheeks. (Name) waved, pointing to his plate. “I made breakfast, waffles sound good?”

He didn’t respond, sitting down and eating his food quietly. Feitan didn’t make eye contact as he finished his meal, saying he was leaving for a jog when he was done.

“Oh…”

(Name) fidgeted, setting fork down and sighing.

“What?”

Feitan noticed a change in her aura, a frown on his lips.

“I… it’s nothing. Go ahead.”

She waved him off dismissively, taking her plate to the sink to wash it off. “Just… don’t be gone for too long.”

He thought about staying. (Name) was probably still scared from last night. Feitan couldn’t stay, though. He was still flustered, and a bit ashamed at what had happened in the bathroom. A jog would help clear his mind.

“Won’t take long.”

Feitan left without another word, pulling his hoodie over his head.

(Name) busied herself with cleaning up the messy living room, mopping up blood and fixing the furniture that had been flipped over during her struggle.

—————

Feitan was moving a lot better, having run several miles in only a few minutes. He was deep in the forest (Name) had taken him to, only stopping when he came across a dump site.

Someone had been leaving trash and carcasses there, the bodies of dead animals and mounds of waste overpowering the lingering scent of wisteria flowers.

Honestly, it reminded him of home.

Feitan hummed as he passed it by, a small noise causing him to raise an eyebrow.

“meow”

Feitan glanced to his left, seeing the body of a cat lying inside a sideways cardboard box. Nestled against the cat were a few kittens, most of them dead.

It seemed that the mother cat had given birth and died shortly after. Most of the kittens must have been born stillborn, never able to take their first breath.

But there was a single kitten crying out, the remnants of milk staining it’s mouth.

‘Hmm. Was able to find its mothers breast and eat.’

He picked up the baby by its scruff, examining its condition.

It was a brown tabby, with a fat little belly. The kitten meowed out, it’s body cold. The man scoffed, about to drop the kitten back into the box when (Name)’s face flashed in his mind.

What if one day, she found this dump site? What if she saw the corpses of these kittens and blamed herself for not noticing sooner? She was a sweet girl, having shown Feitan pictures of her childhood cat several times.

Feitan placed the cat in his hoodie, letting it curl up against his chest to get warm. The man dug a grave and placed the mother with her kittens in it, burying them.

From the collar on the mothers neck, he knew she had been dumped there. They were way too far out in the forest for a cat with an owner to have wondered. Feitan was a cold man, but even he felt a bit disgusted. Had they abandoned the cat because she was pregnant?

He didn’t want to think about it. Feitan made his way back to (Name)’s home, wondering if she’d be happy with his ‘gift’.

——————

“Feitan, you’re back!”

(Name) jumped up from her chair, running over to give him a hug, but he pushed her back gently.

The girl pouted, about to complain, but Feitan was quick to point to his chest.

“Watch.”

He pulled the collar of his hoodie down, exposing the kitten to her. (Name) gasped, grabbing his collar and peering down his hoodie with a squeal. He tried not to react to her closeness.

“Oh my god, Feitan how did you get this kitten?”

“Found it on side of road.” He lied, pulling it out and placing it in her hands. “You like cats?”

“I love cats!”

She cooed at the small thing, pulling it close to her. “Poor thing, must of been abandoned. We have a real bad problem with people dumping their pets on the side of the road here.”

‘No kidding.’ Feitan thought, watching her with a soft look. She kissed the top of the kitten’s head, scurrying to her room to grab a plastic bin. Feitan followed, watching as she placed a heating pad at the bottom and layered blankets on top, making sure that the heat was just enough to keep the kitten warm and not burn it.

“I’m so glad I kept that kitten formula from the last time.” She said absentmindedly, placing the kitten in its new home.

“Last time? You’ve done this before?”

(Name) nodded, a small frown pulling at her lips. “When I lived with my parents, our neighbor refused to get their cat fixed, so she had kittens when she was still a kitten herself. Most of the babies died, but I was able to save two.”

She walked past him, rummaging through her kitchen cabinets until she found what she needed. “Ah, here.”

She placed the kitten formula on the table, grabbing a tiny bottle and mixing up the formula. “It was tough waking up every few hours to feed them, but the happy faces of the people that adopted them made up for it.”

Feitan couldn’t help but admire her. She was so different than him, giving so much love to whatever came across her path. He leaned against the wall as she worked.

——————

After feeding the kitten, (Name) placed it back and stood up, enveloping Feitan in a hug.

“I missed you!”

His arms shot out, hovering over her back. She had become so much more affectionate since last night, and Feitan didn’t want to admit how much he liked it.

“Wasn’t gone long…” he grumbled, taking in her scent. Her hands clutched the fabric of his hoodie. Her chin rested on his shoulder.

“Long enough.”

(Name) had become clingy, quickly. He knew it was because of her nerves after the incident from last night, but he still enjoyed her touch.

As the day wore on, she stayed by his side, only leaving to use the bathroom and feed the kitten. He’d pushed her away a few times, still being sensitive to touch, but mostly allowed her to hug him and hold his hand. She’d been through a traumatizing experience, it was only fair he was a little lenient, right?

He sat at the kitchen table, only halfway paying attention to the manga in his hands. (Name) was wearing an oversized tshirt and shorts. To an outsider, it looked like she wasn’t wearing anything BUT her tshirt. But when she bent to check on the bread in the over, white shorts with a black cartoon cat on the butt could be seen.

She was awfully cute, being unaware of his less than pure gaze. He wondered if she was still wearing those strawberry panties he’d picked out, quickly shaking the thought from his head. He didn’t want to get too excited again.

“Feitan… feitannnn!”

Feitan snapped back to reality, pushing (Name)’s face back. She’d been a bit too close for comfort, her breath tickling his cheek.

“What is it?”

She mumbled something against his hand, the man pulling his arm back to hear what she had said.

“It’s going to be raining a lot next week, so Sunday I’m going to buy some supplies from town in case the power goes out. Don’t want the kitten getting cold!”

She leaned forward again, a cute smile on her face. It was like she couldn’t keep a smile off her lips when she was around him, the thought making the tips of his ears turn pink.

“You’ll hold me if I get scared of the storm, right?”

It took him a moment to process that question, the man stuttering out a reply.

“H-hold? What, you a kid? Tch…”

He pushed her away again, but didn’t say no. She didn’t push any further, only giggling at his reaction. Underneath his resting bitch face, Feitan was shy around girls.

What (Name) didn’t know was that he wasn’t shy around most women, only her.

The two ate dinner together, (Name) informing Feitan about the newest episode of an anime she’d been watching. “Oh Feitan, you can watch with me if you like! I download the episodes on my phone while I’m in town.”

He didn’t reply, finishing his food as she continued to ramble on. He glanced at the TV, his eyes shooting open wide.

There was an image of the Phantom Troupe on screen. The sound was off, Feitan sprinting to the remote and turning it off as quickly as possible.

(Name) glanced up from her plate. “Hmm?”

He shrugged. “Gross thing on news. Didn’t want to ruin your dinner.”

“Oh, how sweet!”

She ruffled his hair, the man swatting her hand away with a huff.

——————

That Sunday, Feitan found himself taking care of the small kitten. (Name) had to work at the farmers market, so she wouldn’t be able to focus on the kitten.

Feitan grumpily offered his help in exchange for (Name) making him his favorite dessert, a lemon meringue pie.

“Hmm, that’s not easy, but I’ll make it. Just for you~” she cooed, booping his nose. He scowled at her.

“So touchy.”

“You’ve got such soft skin, I can’t help it!”

She squished his cheeks, the man swatting her hands away and letting out an embarrassed groan. “Gonna get bit one day.”

“You’ve already bitten me!”

Feitan winced. He hated remembering the pain he’d caused her, his eyes wondering from her face to her arms. The wounds he caused had already healed, but the knowledge that his hands had hurt her filled him with dread.

Feitan sat on (Name)’s bed, having just fed the kitten again. “How much does it need to eat? Ugh…”

He set on her nightstand.

“Hmm… she wouldn’t mind if I look around… got me working, peeking would be okay.”

Feitan had been very curious about what lied in her closet and drawers, deciding to rifle through her closet first.

At first he didn’t find anything interesting, pushing through items of clothing with a bored look.

That was until he found a maid costume. He blinked at the dress, seeing it was incredibly short. Why did she own something like that?

He found himself continuing his search, becoming more and more confused.

There was a playboy bunny suit, paired with bunny ears. Feitan immediately pictured her in it, having to push the image out of his head before he popped a boner.

He left the closet and decided to search through drawers.

He ignored the underwear drawer, telling himself he’d look there last.

Feitan opened her shirt drawer, picking up a few articles of clothing and chuckling. Almost every shirt was a pastel color, anime characters or some kind of cartoon character decorating them.

He looked through numerous skirts and shorts, blinking at a few pairs. Would that pair of shorts even cover anything?

He glanced back up at her underwear drawer, biting the inside of his cheek. Looking in a woman’s underwear drawer was a huge invasion of privacy, but he’d already been rummaging through her room, was it really that different?

He pulled the drawer open, his eyes widening.

(Name) had a wide arrange of taste.

There were plain cotton panties, lacy panties, even a few matching sets of lingerie. Did she really wear these everyday? Around him?

Feitan noticed something tucked under in the corner, grab in the object quickly.

“Oh, naughty girl.”

The object was an erotic novel, the cover having full on nudity. He read the back cover, eyes widening at the description.

“So this is what she likes…”

He pocketed the book, partly because he wanted to read it later, partly because he wanted to see the look on her face when she found out it was missing.

Maybe he’d even take some notes.

[dezinomania]

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[leclerced]

Omg something happened to me today!! So a bunch of my (guy) friends found out about my nipple piercings today (btw 10/10 recommend) and it got me thinking again.

You’re talking to some of the drivers, as friends do, and a friend of yours accidentally mentions your nipple piercings. They are all shocked and exited and ask you if its true but try to deny it very poorly. You let yourself get talked into showing them your tits after they all BEG you to show them. Imagine them all huddled together in a pile and you in front of them lifting your shirt. They all look like that one gif of charles while discussing and complimenting your tits piercings. Like children on Christmas. They will never look at you the same.

(And since we talk abt it here sometimes, imagine a boob obsessed lando suddenly being so attracted to you, he’s making it his life’s mission to suck on your tits 👀)

-🫀

i want nipple piercings soooo bad oh my god ive wanted to write a fic about this for so fucking long

reader has had them done for years and has a multitude of stories about situations she got herself into because of them, but she’s never told any of the guys she’s friends with about them until tonight, at a dinner party at her place. or what would have been a dinner party had dinner not burned after she allowed lando to help, who only proved to be a distraction. dinner turned into snacking on the stray foods in her fridge and pantry and drinking too much alcohol from the home bar.

lando mentioned getting caught in a metal detector at the airport one night and a friend she invited to dinner gave her a look before bursting out laughing. she couldn’t help but join in and soon enough the drivers are all questioning what's so funny about lando getting flagged at the airport because he left his keys in his pocket. before reader can wave it off, her drunk friend animatedly begins narrating the story of how last summer she was nearly strip searched when her nipple piercings flagged a metal detector. immediately, everyone in the room is shifting in their seats to face her, eyes drifting down to her tits, covered by a baggy tshirt she may or may not have stolen from one of them at some point.

someone asks if it's true and she nods through drunken giggles, and then lando, who's closest to her, leans in and asks if they can see. the lack of an immediate no makes charles echo the sentiment, yeah, can we? is that okay? and her best friend shoots her an apologetic look for bringing it up. she teases them, trying to divert the attention away by saying they've all seen tits before but lando's voice is practically dripping with need when he says, "not your pierced ones." and charles laughs and max agrees, "or any pierced ones, for that matter." and imagine oscar's there and he's speechless, thinking like, is this happening? like actually? somehow she lets herself be convinced and once she says okay, the men in the room almost cheer because they’re so excited. her best friend is asking if she’s sure and she’s like, “i’m just throwing them a bone, it’s fine.”

the moment she starts lifting her shirt they’re all gasping and moving closer. they’d totally comment on the jewelry, whether it’s a dangly charm or a classic barbell. grinning and looking at each other like, you’re seeing this too right? and then their smiles all fall when she drops her shirt and they’re begging for another peek. she’s laughing and teasing them more, and they’re all kind of flustered because wow. she actually showed them her boobs. its like when they were preteen boys and saw boobs for the first time, they all have varying experiences of that, but they all experience this together and they never ever get over it. all of them getting flustered around her when she wears a tight top and no bra and it’s so obvious that they don’t know how they missed it before?

lando being obsessed with her and she can immediately tell because he won’t stop staring at her anytime she’s around. imagine like it all builds up until summer break when she goes with them on vacation for a week or two, and they go to a beach somewhere and are all staying in the same house and all of them are constantly staring at her tits when she’s in a bikini but lando is ignoring everyone else and only paying attention to her, constantly flirting with her and she flirts back but never gives into his advances. it never goes past flirting until one night so they’re all drinking and partying on the beach. lando gets her alone and they end up walking down the beach for a bit looking for crabs and sandcastles to destroy. they’re both too drunk to be blamed for anything that happens, because he starts telling her how he hasn’t stopped thinking about her in months and every time he sees her he wonders if she’s changed the jewelry, and she’s practically gawking at him as he drunkenly rambles to her about how he can’t stop thinking about her tits. she just reaches behind her back and unties her top and he loses his train of thought and is like, “okay put that back on we’re going back to the house. unless you want me to fuck you right here.”

also gif below !!! im absolutely feral why does he look so incredible??

[follivora]

you know how men always wear shorts in the winter… that’s the joker out long sleeved merch tshirt for the summer equivalent

[typingwithmyhandstied]

all of the asks. (ask game)

(you don’t actually have to i partially just thought it would be funny to say this i can pick specific ones if you want but also please do if you want to)

This is hilarious. I will do all of them because why not.

favorite chore: organizing things mostly but sometimes even that sucks, sweeping, or not really a chore--- peeling potatoes

least favorite chore: cleaning anything that's sticky/slimy/etc

aquarium, planetarium, museum, or zoo: it really depends on the kind. The aquarium in my town has a really big otter enclosure, so I love that. I really really like planetariums and museums but don't go enough.

favorite kind of museum: The ones that are pretty much people's houses turned into museums especially big old fancy houses with old artifacts. I do love a good art museum of course too.

cooking or baking (and your favorite thing to cook or bake): baking and apple crisp. It has peeling, cutting, etc.

favorite thing in your room: My bookshelf or all of the quotes stuck up on my wall.

favorite class you’ve ever taken: I haven't gotten much variety yet. I really like choir, Spanish, and English though.

what kinds of clothes do you typically wear?: tshirts, jeans, overalls, sweaters, really anything but if you see it it makes sense.

favorite way to be creative (can be anything: playlists, outfits, drawing, writing, decorating cookies, anything.): WRITING but I actually kind of have done a lot. I paint some. I make cool outfits. I actually painted a bunch of jean jackets last summer while listening to the FLF audiobook. I might do that again.

are you superstitious?: Yes and no. I am in the ways that I think are funny like sayings and jokes and having a "lucky necklace." I used to be more so.

favorite article of clothing you own: It's either this gray sweater I found thrifting, my Evermore sweatshirt, or my best jean jacket.

favorite way to carry things (pockets, purse, backpack, etc): I apologize in advance for the rant this will cause. I want to say pockets, but I can not because WOMEN'S PANTS POCKETS FIT NOTHING. I also have to carry an Epipen which can't even fit in men's pants pockets so a purse. I like satchel like purses that can fit a book.

what things do you usually have on you when you leave the house?: As stated before my Epipen, my phone which has my wallet stuff in it, a purse, a book, headphones, chapstick, some cash, etc.

favorite errand: grocery shopping or essential other things

dream job: a librarian who writes books in her spare time (with a dog and a cat <3)

favorite thing get when going out to eat: a burger or spaghetti usually

when did you lose your first tooth?: first tooth lost was pulled by the dentist, and I didn't know what was going on. It was HORRIBLE. I have gotten many pulled actually. First "naturally" lost was because my friend's friend hit my chin with her knee while we lifted her in the air at recess. I lost it in Spanish class a few days later.

any childhood memory you want to share:

do you like camping?: Yes, but mostly because I was taken a lot as a kid.

have you ever gone to summer camp and did you enjoy it?: I went to girl scout summer camp but family camp, so my mom was there. It was fine.

favorite place to write things: At a table anywhere without too much distractions

lucky number(s): 4, 7, 13, 14, 16

favorite place you’ve traveled to: Canada probably or just somewhere camping

place you want to travel to: Broadway or London or the Netherlands (to meet an old online friend)

favorite snack: gold fish

favorite smell: lemon verbena

something you’re proud of: all the progress I have made

do you have any pets?: I had a bunny as a little girl. I loved her. I had a dog, but she died two months (ish) ago. I miss her.

do you want any pets that you don’t have?: I want to have a dog again someday. I also will probably have a cat someday. (If I could get an orange cat, I would name it Kell.)

favorite place to go in your neighborhood: THE LIBRARY DUH