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A while ago I wanted to embroider some pride flowers on a shirt
How it started
How it's going now
#The second one is the shirt I'm wearing for pride :D#I'm kinda really proud of how it turned out#Embroidery#Queer#hand stitching#fiber art#LGBT#lgbtqia#Pride#happy pride month#🏳️🌈#I try things
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feb + march recs <3
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I've Always Loved New York, Since Garlic Aioli | KingCaspianX | E | 12k
Alex would say that this date is going really, really well.
It hurts to admit because he now owes Nora a six-pack of beer, but he’ll happily swallow his pride if it means he gets to spend as much time as humanly possible with the cute librarian with the elbow patches who’d asked him out last week.
The cute librarian, Henry, is not wearing any elbow patches this evening, but is instead dressed in cream linen pants and a soft blue oversized shirt. There’s a slight sheen of sweat on his skin, on his collar bones, down his neck from the balmy New York air but instead of being gross, the way Alex probably is, it’s sinful. He’s glowing. Alex wants to lick his throat. Jesus, he could have sworn he was straight a minute ago.
Or, Henry asks Alex on a date. Alex, straight, accepts.
Henry's an Asshole (I Want to Kiss Him) | anarchyat4am | T+ | 7k
At the NYE Gala, Henry starts feeling the hazy edges of anxiety and an uncomfortable tightness in his chest. It takes him longer than it should to take notice of the feeling, and even longer to realise that the cause is likely the binder he’s been wearing all day. He escapes the party, Alex gets him upstairs to his room to change, and the rest of the night goes far differently than Henry could have expected.
getting good now | Standinginmoonlight | M | 20k
Alex sighs and balls his hands up into fists, digging them into his eye sockets until he sees stars, and then he’s speaking without his brain giving his mouth permission.
“I can’t believe I’m going to marry someone British.”
Or: the Love is Blind AU that no-one asked for.
cause you're classic and I'm reckless | @firenati0n | T+ | 5k
“I've, actually, uh. I've never done this before.”
At this, Henry stops short, takes a second as his gaze moves up and to the left, trying to recall something. “I've seen your films. You most certainly have done intimate scenes.”
Alex clears his throat. He hopes his nerves aren't completely obvious, the slight waver in his voice about to give him away.
“Yeah, well. Never with a man, so. Not at this scale, anyway.”
“Would it help to, er, practice?" Henry winces a little as he says it, which does not inspire confidence. But Alex is shocked nonetheless. What the fuck?
love was just an ocean (I would drown before I float) | srrafoxjournals | NR | 21k
There are moments in Henry’s adolescence, maybe even later, when he feels he doesn't belong to anyone. He is no one’s son. He is no one’s little brother. He is no one’s partner. He isn’t related to anyone at all. He’s just there really, just existing. Just an entity.
Though he thinks he’s realistically always felt this, it doesn’t make itself known until he turns thirteen.
Or: moments from Henry's pov
It's Not Rotten Work If It's You | a_stray_thief | E | 31k
After years of taking suppressants to hide his omega status, after the email leak and the election, after things finally settle, Henry and Alex spend Henry’s first heat together.
say you'll see me again (even if it's just in your wildest dreams) | @coffeecatsme | T+ | 21k
5 times Henry is too scared to come out to Alex and 1 time Alex gives him the courage.
Or, 6 times Alex slowly falls in love with Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, for exactly who he is.
*I HIGHLY recommend this entire series! check it out here!
What are the chances? | @wordsofhoneydew | E | 2k
Nora helps June achieve her first vaginal orgasm.
Bang a Gong (Get It On) | @cactusdragon517 | E | 11k
AKA ouroBROros, as dubbed by the Brownstone. The long awaited foursome fic.
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It’s late when they end up out in the yard, the fire from the firepit casting all of them in golden syrupy light under a dark sky. It feels like a night for secrets and Liam thinks it’s why he asks, Spencer’s hand a gentle pressure on his thigh.
cut | validvali | E | 12k
Holy fucking eyelashes.
He’s all tan skin and bright eyes and charming smile— everything that makes Henry weak in the knees. Pretty brown eyes dart between the lineup and his clipboard, trying to put two and two together, but all Henry can focus on are those arms. Those hands. That arse.
“Can I call you up, handsome?”
Henry almost blacks out.
[or, the five times alex and henry shoot a video together as (not so) strangers, and the one time they do as a couple.]
Silence & Sound | @nocoastposts | E | 2k
Alex tugs at his hair and tries to focus on choosing his next words. He knows that Henry will help him - that he wants to help him. He knows that all he has to do is say the word.
Henry stands and steps closer, holding Alex’s chin firmly and tilting his head up so their eyes are forced to meet.
“You need me to clear that lovely head of yours, hm?”
“Please,” Alex says in barely a whisper.
or: Henry helps Alex fill the silence before indulging in the sound.
Through All My Cards | @cactusdragon517 | E | 7k
Alex, preparing for top surgery, gives in when June suggests he not recover alone.
Enter her friend, Henry Fox.
I love you (ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard) | coffeecatsme | E | 20k
Henry doesn’t doubt that, just as much as he doesn’t doubt now that Alex won’t have a single issue with him being trans. In another life, when Henry whispered it in the quiet hours of the night, he didn’t. In another life, when he kissed Henry anyway, he didn’t.
In another life. In this one, when Alex meets his eyes, all there is left behind them is a cold glare that freezes Henry to his soul.
One year ago, Henry had a whirlwind of a day with Alex after a chance meeting in a coffee shop, only to leave in the morning to protect his heart. He doesn't expect to see Alex again, until he shows up at June's wedding and finds out her brother is the same Alex he hasn't been able to get out of his mind for a year - and he's pissed.
Can You See Me? (I'm Waiting for the Right Time) | @affectionatelyrs | T+ | 7k
“Whose turn was it?” Henry asks while Alex is busy pondering the merits of throwing himself out their fifth-story window and hoping his boner doesn’t take anyone’s eye out on his way down. “Forgive me, but I am a bit tired. Do you think you could take it?”
There’s no way that Henry’s not doing this on purpose. He makes words mean things when put in a certain order for a living, for fucks sake. Alex almost quips back depends on how big it is just to see how—or if—Henry would react.
“Yeah, um, no problem.” There. Much more normal. He could steal Henry’s job at this rate. “Truth or dare?”
[Or, Alex’s world gets flipped on its axis during a game of truth or dare]
At the end of a bar | @hgejfmw-hgejhsf | E | 9k+
Alex has a supremely shitty day at work and finds himself wandering into a bar where a mystery man catches his attention.
What do you have against color? | jumpsuit | E | 11k
Upon opening the hardcover of a found sketchbook to locate the owner's contact details, Alex discovers only this inscription:
In case of loss, please return to: Instagram @henryfox.usk
He, of fucking course, knows who Henry Fox is.
That striking yet humorless, rude, and self-righteous British prick he met on the first day of the symposium.
[Or, an AU where Alex and Henry are urban sketchers. A short story of how they get to know each other, fall in love and in bed within one day.]
Sunless Dusting Libraries | @itsmaybitheway | T+ | 7k
Henry should leave, he should wait until everyone is asleep and then silently leave, without a trace. As if he never existed in Alex's life, as if he never touched Alex's body, as if he never wanted only exist in his heart and mind.
Because that is what Alex deserves. Alex deserves someone who can love him out and proud, someone who is not shamed for his existence, someone as bright as him, not the pale starlight gleam Henry is.
But lying there on the pile of mattresses they piled together and called a bed- Henry can not even find it in himself to breathe, let alone get up and go. Betrayed by his own existence, once again.
[or: what-If taken by a depressive episode, Henry can not leave the lake house?]
each time we touch / I wanna take too much | firenati0n | M | 1k
Alex keeps his head angled away from the couch, leaning his back against the base for support as he pretends to be engrossed in conversation with Pez on the floor; pretends not to shamelessly eavesdrop on Henry's conversation with some girl on the opposite end of the couch, a classmate in Henry's course on human sexuality and expression. He digs his fingers into the frayed edges of the shaggy rug, feeling the soft strands slip through his hands as he keeps his eyes on Pez.
Keeps his ears on Henry, who's sitting behind him, his knee occasionally nudging Alex's back as he talks animatedly, his whole body moving as he gestures; all languid limbs, lithe body, loose lips, lazy smiles.
to repair a hollowed heart | coffeecatsme | E | 28k
Alexander Claremont-Diaz, the young ruler of the Underworld, the presider of souls that have passed away, has been banned from Olympus his entire life, on account of bringing death and destruction wherever he goes. His seat in the highest council of gods has been left permanently empty until someone sees all that he is and still falls in love with the man behind.
It's been twenty centuries since the curse has been put upon him, and Alex has long since given up on finding the right person.
[Or, a Hades and Persephone AU no one asked for]
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Jake "Hangman" Seresin NSFW Alphabet
A/N: on one note: God this man....this man, just..... hot, brain malfunctioning. @rainsoakedphoenix here it is <3
on a second note: i feel like I'm spoiling ya'll giving you two posts in one day
Main Master-List
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Jake is a man who likes to be prepared for anything, that includes sex. The nightstand on the other side of the bed is fully stocked with everything you might need: washcloths, water, snacks, painkillers, heating pad, ect. Even if its a one night stand he makes sure his partner has whatever they might need
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His ass is his favorite part about himself, he knows that 9 times out of 10 if people aren’t looking at his arms, they are looking at his ass (unless his shirt is off) This man never skips leg day, and so they just accentuate his ass
Everything, he's a handsy man so he'll grab you anywhere anytime. but mostly, he's a tits man, wearing a shirt that accentuates your curves and/or tits, he's all over it
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He loves to come on your tits and your stomach, sure it’s a bit more messy but seeing you covered in his cum, seeing that he’s left his mark on you, is his favorite thing
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He likes to be bottom 20 times out of 80. Yes he’s a cocky man who likes to be in control, but he’s normally in control the majority of the time so getting to let go and let someone else take the rains while he just lays there and relaxes is amazing, not to mention if he wants to he take back the control, he can just by sitting up and wrapping his arms around your waist
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
This man has had sex more times than he’s been alive, and he 100% knows what he’s doing. Hell he probably does shit to you that you didn’t even know could be done
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
As previously mentioned, Cowgirl. Getting to see your tits bounce and how you use him as an anchor is an image that is forever engraved into his memory.
A close second is taking you from behind, not bent over into the mattress oh no. He’s taking you from behind and holding your back up to his chest with one hand around your neck as the others between your legs.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Hangman takes sex very serious, regarless if it’s a one night stand or you’re in a relationship. You can get a smile out of him, or maybe even a chuckle here and there but thats the extent of it.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
(again we’ve all seen the photo of Glen, Miles, and Jay… and have you seen how low Glen’s shorts are in it?!) He’s definitely got hair down there, it's trimmed but just enough so its not unruly.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He’s whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he pounds into you, and his mouth is alway on you. Kissing you anywhere and everywhere he can reach.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Jake prides himself on the fact that he doesn't do it that often because he knows he can get it whenever he damn well pleases. However if he does, its once in a blue moon.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Using his rank in bed. Call him Lieutenant and he’s set to go 3 more rounds until you can’t walk in a straight line. The first time you did it was after he got home from a particularly stressful training day, and there you were laying on the couch reading… in one of his shirts. You looked up from your book and asked “How was your day Lieutenant?” and he took you right on that damn couch
Cockwarming is his favorite pastime at home. Just sitting/cuddling and watching you try not to squirm around.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Despite how cocky he is and how he boasts to his fellow pilots, Hangman is actually a homebody. So either your place or his, other than that he's down to do it anywhere in his/your place(and shared spaces once y'all move in together)
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Your tits(if you’ve got them) seeing them in his shirts, your shirts, in dresses, in a sports bra, when you get out of the shower. He’s a boob man so they aren’t your tits, they’re his tits.
Right when you get out of the shower or bath, just seeing you wet and clean and the thought of him being the one to make you dirty again turns him on like nothing else
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
There’s not much this man won’t do(Or hasn’t done already) but anal is a big no, giving and reveing. He just finds it too tedious to prepare and thinks its a bit too much for him personally, that being said if you’ve got anal toys and want him to use it on you/during sex he’s all for it.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He is 10/10 a master at giving head, and he’s always willing to improve his skill set. “Practice makes perfect” he’ll smirk between your legs.
He’s also 10/10 a master at receiving. He’ll never have you kneel unless its for a quickie, he prefers it when you hang your head off the side of the bed, making it easier for the both of you
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
It’s absolutely whatever you’re feeling like that night, the only time he sets the pace is if its been a bad day. Then its hard, fast, and rough till he’s blown off all of his steam
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He’s not a quickie person, sure if you want to then he’s down. But like I said, he’s a homebody so that shit stays at home.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He’s game to experiment with anything (Like mentioned before he’s basically done almost everything) he’s just not down to do anything that could get him in trouble on the base
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He goes until you can’t take it anymore, He could go for a whole day if you have nothing to do.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
When the two of you move in together, you find a box of his and he starts to tell you not to open it but before he could finish you’ve already opened the bin to find a WHOLE ASS library of sex toys and porn. He has toys for you and him, and the library only grows from there
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He’s got a remote control vibrater that 50% of the time he’ll make you wear it out when at the Hard Deck or just out in public in general. In retaliation to this, you got a remote controlled vibrating cock ring just to even the playing field.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Jake is loud and proud baby. He does everything, grunting, moaning, groaning, and biting down on your shoulder or neck to muffle himself if needed.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
( @wildbornsiren wrote this first in their alphabet and this has just stuck with me since I read it) but if he manages to get you to stay with him on base and he hears someone else on base having sex, he will 100% start having sex with you and be as loud as possible to show that he’s doing it better (its a thousand times better if Rooster is the one he hears because he’ll just smirk and smile at Rooster the next day and ask how his night was)
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Like Glen said in an interview (I can’t remember which one but he was talking about the decoration on Hangman’s helem) Jake’s helmet is decorated “H_ngm_an” for a reason. He’s packing 7.5” and no matter how many time you two have sex, you feel all of it.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He spends 8 hours of the day thinking about flying, the other 16 are spent thinking about you on top of him, below him, or sprawled out on the bed in front of him.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
No matter how many rounds the two of you have done, he always makes sure you fall asleep first. That way he can kiss your forehead and mutter good night and how much he loves you before drifting off
#hangman top gun#hangman x reader#jake seresin#hangman#jake seresin x reader#top gun imagine#top gun#top gun x reader#top gun maverick#glen powell#glen powell x reader#top gun maverick x reader#jake hangman seresin#jake hangman seresin x reader#jake 'hangman' seresin#jake 'hangman' seresin x reader
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Strange Things That Happened In History Class
Cryptid Teachers
Professor Gadling had to take a moment. He really did.
It was that or explode into hysterical laughter right that very second and that really wasn't going to help his cause now, was it?
The paper he was trying to grade was supposed to be an essay on the suicide of Crown Prince Rudolf at Mayerling and its indirect effect on World War I. Instead, what he got was "Our Four Cryptid Teachers on Campus."
And a List, which deserved to be quoted in its entirety:
a. Professor Robert "Hob" Gadling - Probably knew Shakespeare IRL; explains why he has such a hate-boner for him
b. Professor Adam Pierson - has an actual motherfucking SWORD hidden somewhere in his clothes (maybe it's like Hammerspace?!!) and might possibly DUEL other immortals; maybe the OLDEST immortal because he talks about ancient EGYPT like he's been there, done that and worn the t-shirt
c. Professor Duncan Macleod - the OTHER sword-wielding immortal
d. Professor Nicholas Chevalier - VAMPIRE?!!! OMG?!!! Also, his Dad is legit creepy and we sincerely believe he's legit a vampire?!!!
Honestly, there was only one, sane, sensible way to respond to this.
Dustin, interesting essay choice there, lad, but I was rather expecting something about poor Crown Prince Rudolf and not speculations about my cryptid status. Incidentally, thank you for realizing that I'm not the Oldest Immortal around, yes, Professor Pierson wears his Ancient Egypt T-shirt with pride and yes, you'd do well to steer clear of Lucien Lacroix, that one gives me the willies.
You have a day to give me the right essay, so chop chop!
2. The Cat Thing
"So maybe his fursona is a cat, did ya ever think of that, genius?!"
"Ahahahaha, right, sure, Steve, he uses meows, purrs and trills like a legitimate language and the cats understand him - this is NOT a fursona thing my friend!"
"Also, Steve-o, I didn't think you knew about things like fursonas..."
"Eh, you've been around the Internet long enough, you pick up on some things, Wheeler."
"So Murphy speaks Cat like legitimately, actually speaks Cat, not just like us humans doing random meows."
"Yep."
"Score 1 for the Cryptid Candidacy! We're adding Murphy to the list."
"Actually, humanity knew how to speak feline once. The knowledge was lost, aeons ago. Isn't that right, Miette?"
"Meow!"
"I could tell you that Story, if you've a mind to listen."
"GYAAAAH!!!!"
3. Typhoon Morpheus
First off, Isabel didn't really actually mean to eavesdrop.
She'd submitted the wrong paper for the classwork they'd done today and while it wasn't as spectacular a mistake as Dustin Henderson's Cryptid List - it was still, obviously, the wrong paper. So she was just hurrying to fix things, although she was a little nervous, because Professor G seemed to be in a bad mood the whole day.
She was just about to knock on the door when she heard:
"Look, Gadling, you gotta do something. Caw!"
That voice sounded oddly familiar.
"Oh, Christ, what now?"
"Whatever it is you two did, fix it, for the love of Murphy. Do you see these feathers, man? I am soaking wet - it's been raining in the Dreaming and it hasn't stopped. Lucienne's already got all the rest of us trying to save the books in the Library from the flooding."
"Raining."
"Yeah. The boss thinks you don't love him anymore. So, boom, cue the rain. Thunder and lightning. Sturm und Drang - the works, you know?"
"Wait. Hang on, he thinks we've broken up?!!"
"Duh? Yeah?!!"
"Oh for Chrissakes, it was just a silly, ridiculous argument - I'm - hey, Matthew, remind me to kiss the stupid out of that idiot. After I yell at him. And kiss him stupid again."
"Reminder set, Other-Boss. Can we go now?"
Isabel told herself she was never, ever, going to speak of this to anyone - even if the fact that she had witnessed Matthew talking was probably enough to confirm Murphy's Cryptid Status on Dustin's stupid list.
4. Stranger Things
"Run this by me again, love," Professor Gadling said, in obvious bewilderment. "You're a Dungeon Master? What is that?"
"Not anything kinky, Professor G! AHAHAHA!" Dustin Henderson said in overly cheerful tones.
Murphy slanted the boy a look of wry amusement. "I think he understands that already."
"He's our DM for Dungeons and Dragons, Professor," said Will Byers. "It's a storytelling game."
"Ah, of course, a storytelling game, why wouldn't His Darkness the Prince of Stories be interested in that?" Professor Gadling said wryly.
"He's the best DM ever," volunteered Iggy Pop. "Like, the way Eddie went down fighting the demobats with Metallica, that was like, truly epic."
Murphy inclined his head in a regal almost-bow. "I can only but inspire. And I rather enjoyed young Eddie's performance. Truly something only a Master Bard could do."
"I'm still dead though!"
"Relax, man, we'll bring you back in flashbacks or something. Or maybe make you into a vampire!"
"Hey, you'd better - because I am this close to writing the Love Song of Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington and posting it on AO3!"
Professor Gadling knew when to give in. "Fine, you can use The New Inn for your session tonight. Just try not to wreck the place while you're off trying to fight the forces of darkness or whatever."
Murphy leaned over to drop a kiss into his hair. "We'll put all the breakables away before we begin our quest anew, dearest."
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Footnote the First: Shortly after Dustin compiled his List of Cryptid Teachers on Campus, a new Professor joined the faculty, having retired from his former tailoring job at Kingsman. His name? Michael Percival Archangelus.
Footnote the Second: Dream of the Endless is not quite sure how he ended up adopting Hob's students and joining their D&D group, but he is quite charmed at their imagination and creativity and thoroughly enjoyed the idea of designing a villain formidable enough to test them.
Footnote the Third: Look, Dream still hadn't quite gotten all the nuances of a healthy relationship but he's at least figured out that minor spats and squabbles do not equate to breaking up and ending things forever. Hob's made sure of that. The kisses definitely helped.
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Did I also just crossover Forever Knight, Kingsman and Stranger Things into this ridiculousness? Yes, yes I did. Nobody tell Neil.
Also, the "Michael" in this story is the headcanon Michael I came up with for the Lucifer show. Except obviously, this Michael isn't an evil twin douchecanoe but is an actual legit good guy... who uh.... spent a few years with Kingsman.
#the sandman#dream of the endless#hob gadling#dream/hob#dreamling#stranger things#highlander#forever knight#i crack what i want#bwahahahahaha#nobody tell neil
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I'm o-fish-ally in love with you (BSD Fanfic)
If you guys couldn't guess, this was inspired by the mayoi ranpoe art we were blessed with (during pride month as well!) and since it is a friends bday soon, I was like "what if I write this date as a gift?" and yeah, the fic was born!
I swear, it was only supposed to be like, 3-4k words, not nearly 6k, but Ranpo and Poe just took the plot and ran away with it!
Anyways, I hope you enjoy and feel free to leave a kudos or a comment if you did! :D
Ranpo looks… fantastic. That was the thought that crossed Poe’s mind as he opened his door to see Ranpo standing on the other side, the shorter man having forgone his usual detective garb for once—which was certainly different to witness—and was instead wearing a simple brown jacket with just a plain white shirt underneath, and they were complimented by the pants that hugged Ranpo’s legs quite nicely, and sneakers. It also looked that Ranpo had, for once, brushed his hair instead of just running his fingers through it like he usually did, and—well—Poe couldn’t help but appreciate just how good Ranpo looked, even if it made him feel a bit overdressed in comparison.
He'd picked out a simple white sweater for his own outfit, with a new coat—a nice shade of blue that was easy on the eyes—that he’d purchased just for the occasion, and along with his nicest pair of pants and casual shoes, his outfit was perfected. But… now he wasn’t sure. At first he’d loved the coat, had thought it perfect and comfortable, but then he’d laid his eyes on Ranpo, and suddenly he wasn’t sure about it at all.
“Poe, stop thinking so hard, you look fine!” Ranpo whined, stepping forward to wind his arms around Poe’s waist as he gazed up into the writer’s face. Poe’s cheeks flushed red as Ranpo raised a hand to brush his bangs to the side to reveal one of his eyes to the world. “You need to stop worrying so much, ‘kay? I look great, and you look even better! And we’re going to go to the aquarium and have a good time, so focus on that.”
Poe couldn’t help but smile at Ranpo’s words. The other man knew him so well to be able to just shoot down all his insecurities in a few seconds without even being told what they were in the first place, and well, that was just what Poe loved about the other man. He leaned down to place a kiss on Ranpo’s cheek to show his appreciation, the delight growing within him as pink formed on the detective’s cheeks, and Ranpo’s eyes opened just that little bit wider. “Ranpo knows me so well.”
He got a grin in response, and Ranpo threaded one of his arms through Poe’s before he’s being dragged down the footpath towards the main street. “Well, duh, of course I do. You’re a walking ball of anxiety, but there are only a few things that set you off when you are with me, and me, being the great detective that I am, knows all of them!”
“Oh, I see. And what they might be?” Poe said as he took the lead, guiding Ranpo in the other direction when they’d started heading the wrong way, as he tended to do whenever the two of them did something together. Ranpo was kind, and a genius, but his sense of direction was as poor as ever, no matter what Poe did to try and help him. But aside from the few times they’d genuinely landed in trouble because of it, Poe found it adorable, seeing Ranpo pout when he learnt he’d been going the wrong way. The pout, the puffed cheeks, and the furrowed brow, all adorable because it was Ranpo, and easily dealt with, with a few kisses and reassurances.
Ranpo raised his hand, holding up just a few fingers, and folded one down. “Dressing up for starters. You always worry when we go out and you think you look overdressed—which, you don’t by the way—because you feel like it makes it more obvious that you have money and I do not.” Another finger is folded down. “Being sappy out in public, because you fear judgement, not for yourself, but for me, which I kinda get, but also, it’s stupid. If people are going to judge me for dating another man, then they need to find something better to do.” The final finger goes down. “And, you always worry about Karl because—wait, where is Karl? Wasn’t he coming with us today?”
At those words, Poe stopped dead in his tracks, horror on his face as he realized that because he’d gotten caught up in Ranpo’s beauty, he’d forgotten to grab Karl from the couch where his little friend had been taking an early morning nap. “Oh my god, I forgot Karl! Oh, um, wait right here, Ranpo, I’ll be right back!”
“Huh? Wait—Poe!”
He ignored Ranpo’s call for him as he raced back down the path they’d taken, sprinting back up to his door and unlocking it in record speed. Poe threw open the door, and let out a relieved sigh as he saw that Karl was where he’d left him; asleep, on the couch. “Oh, Karl.” Poe whispered as he brushed his fingers through soft fur. “I didn’t mean to forget you, I’m sorry.”
The raccoon’s eyes blinked open, and he lifted his head to stare at Poe sleepily, unaware that he’d even been forgotten in the first place. Karl chattered in the way he always did while he woke up, stretching underneath Poe’s hand before he shook his body and scaled Poe’s arm, taking residence in his usual spot on his shoulders. Poe smiled, and tipped his head to nudge Karl gently. “Now, let’s get back to Ranpo, huh? I kind of left him behind to come and get you. I hope he’s not too mad…”
Karl blinked once, eye’s brightening as he recognized Ranpo’s name.
“Karl!” Any worry that Poe held about Ranpo being mad at him was forgotten, when Ranpo spotted them coming and scrambled to his feet, arms wide open and a grin on his face. The action wasn’t for him, Poe knew that, and he watched as Karl chattered excitedly before leaping off of Poe’s shoulder and landing into Ranpo’s arms. Poe smiled, watching Ranpo spin Karl around a couple of times before holding the raccoon close.
“He was still asleep when I got back.” Poe explained, coming close enough that he could be close to the two most important parts of his life.
“Aww, Karl, your dad was so caught up in seeing me that he forgot to grab you, how about that?” Ranpo teased, his eyes trained on Poe even though he was talking to Karl. “Poe’s a little silly isn’t he?”
Poe’s cheeks burned, but instead of being shy about the teasing, he felt a burst of confidence, and he leaned over to scratch Karl behind the ears, quietly murmuring into Ranpo’s ear. “Well, when Ranpo looks as good as he does, that’s a little easy to do, right Karl?”
It’s the sappiest thing he could ever say, even though he’s said much sappier since he and Ranpo had started dating in the first place, but it was worth it to see Ranpo’s cheeks turn an impressive shade of red. Poe chuckled as Ranpo opened and closed his mouth, trying to come up with some sort of retort, only to blush even harder. He pressed his lips to the side of Ranpo’s head. “I’m just teasing, my dear, but I speak the truth.”
Ranpo stepped away to take a moment, hiding his face in his hands. A couple of minutes pass before he dropped them back to his side, his face still pink, but less noticeable now. Poe is given a look before Ranpo links their arms together once again and begins to drag Poe along—thankfully in the right direction, so Poe doesn’t have to do anything but follow—and the silence between them is unusual, but comfortable. At least, for Poe it is; he can see the way that Ranpo’s brow is still furrowed, no doubt thinking hard like he always is. Poe stays silent as well, patiently waiting for Ranpo to find the words he needed.
He's rewarded when, after nearly three minutes, Ranpo speaks. “Thanks though. I… wasn’t sure on my outfit.”
Poe smiled, and moved his hand to link their fingers together instead. “You always look good, Ranpo, but this time, you look amazing.”
The decision to go to the aquarium had been made by Ranpo, who’d busted down his door in his excitement about the new exhibition the aquarium was showing about freshwater fish. Poe had been writing like he usually was on the days that Ranpo wasn’t at his house, when Ranpo had sent him fifty million—okay, not quite fifty million, but close enough—telling Poe that he would be coming around after work to tell him something important.
And apparently, that ‘something important’ was just Ranpo’s way of asking Poe out on a date to the aquarium.
It hadn’t been as simple as that though, for Ranpo had turned up at Poe’s house, remained silent for the first hour before suddenly dropping random fish facts on him—truly, they had been quite random—until Poe had finally caved and asked what it was that Ranpo wanted. Because for some reason, whenever Ranpo wanted something from Poe, he became the most introverted person on earth. Yet with literally anyone else, Ranpo had no problems at all with demanding things, regardless of what they were.
But yes, he had asked, and Ranpo had turned an interesting shade of red as he quietly asked Poe if he would like to go to the aquarium with him on the weekend.
Poe had pretended to muddle over it—even if it was going to be crowded, he was willing to brave the crowds just this once—before agreeing, and that was that; it was a date. Ranpo had gone home smiling the widest of smiles, and Poe had begun to plan what they would do, because he knew that if he didn’t, they would end up zigzagging all over the place and as much as he loved spending time with Ranpo, he wanted it to be enjoyable and not… painful.
So he’d pulled up a map of the aquarium and outlined a simple plan they could follow that would take them from one side of the aquarium to the other, and still allow them to see all the fish and other sea creatures.
It was a plan so perfect, that nothing could possibly go wrong.
“Thank you for coming, and we hope you enjoy your time here.” The young woman at the counter smiled as she handed the two tickets to Poe, who’s heart was pounding after standing in line for twenty minutes with a very impatient Ranpo and disgruntled Karl, who had thankfully, not tried to escape the bag that Poe had shoved him into before they walked through the doors. He’d gotten permission to bring his furry friend, provided that Karl didn’t go wandering off, but still, Poe didn’t want to bring any unwanted attention until they were inside the aquarium.
Ranpo let out a groan and tugged on Poe’s sleeve in an attempt to get him to move faster, even though they still have to wait for the worker at the gate to open it for them anyways—for which they needed the tickets that Poe was currently being handed.
“Ranpo, please be patient.” Poe said, and grabbed the tickets, giving the worker a timid smile and quiet thanks before letting himself be dragged to the gate.
“But, Poe—” Ranpo whined, “—I wanna see the fish already! And so does Karl!”
At the sound of his name, Karl poked his head out of the bag and began to look around, letting off quiet chitters at everything that caught the raccoon’s attention, to which Poe merely rolled his eyes, and grabbed onto Ranpo’s hand to make sure that he didn’t lose sight of the other; the last thing he wanted to do was have to hunt down an excited Ranpo. Poe squeezed Ranpo’s hand, and waited for Ranpo to look at him. “We have all day, Ranpo, so relax a little and take your time. We’ll get a chance to see everything here.”
There was an awed sparkle to Ranpo’s eyes as he opened them, his excitement obvious in the way he bounced on his heels and kept trying to run off despite holding hands with Poe still. “Even the freshwater fish?”
Poe nodded. “Even the freshwater fish.”
Ranpo cheered, throwing his hands into the air, and this time, Poe allowed himself to be dragged, although he allowed their hands to part so that he could go at his own pace. He made sure to keep Ranpo in his sight, which was made easier when Karl finally abandoned the bag he’d been curled up in this entire time, dashing across the floor to scale Ranpo much like a cat would a tree. It was adorable to watch as Karl curled himself around Ranpo’s shoulders, one of Ranpo’s hands coming up to scratch the raccoon between the ears, all while keeping his attention focused on the fish.
He made sure to follow close behind, as Ranpo dashed from one tank to the next, and waited for Poe to come and stand next to him, before telling him a few facts about the fish residing in the tank, and then moving on. For the next few hours, their trip was like that, and honestly, Poe didn’t mind it in the slightest. It was heartwarming to see Ranpo so passionate about the aquarium, and about the fish living there; so much so that he found himself becoming motivated to potentially write a story about fish, one that he was sure that Ranpo would love to read if, and when, it was done.
“Did you know that stingrays belong to the same family as sharks, but despite that, sharks are their biggest predator?” Ranpo suddenly said as he and Poe watched a few stingrays’ glide about the touch tank, their fins gently waving through the water to propel them forwards at quite the impressive speed. Ranpo was leaned against the railing of the tank, staring into the water with wide eyes and a smile on his face.
Poe never wanted to forget that look until the day he died.
“I did not.” He said, coming up to rest his chin on Ranpo’s shoulder as he looked into the tank. Poe didn’t quite know why they were looking into the tank from the top when looking at it from the bottom allowed one to see more, but he wasn’t about to bring it up. Besides, it allowed Karl to sit between their legs and look into the tank himself, the raccoon letting out chirps and chatters as the stingrays and other fish swam by; it really reminded him of those movies he’d once watched, of the parents taking their child to the zoo—or rarely, an aquarium—and just… being a family.
The moment the three of them were sharing was so domestic, that Poe couldn’t stop his cheeks from flushing pink, and he nuzzled the crook of Ranpo’s neck, his breath causing Ranpo to shiver underneath him. “Ranpo should tell me more about the stingrays.”
Ranpo angled his head in a way that green eyes met violet. “Will I get a treat if I tell you more?”
Poe smiled and pressed a kiss to the side of Ranpo’s neck, bringing about another shiver. “Perhaps.”
“Well—” Ranpo turned around in Poe’s arms, bringing his own to wrap around Poe’s neck as he brought his partner closer to eye level. “—did you know that there are over two hundred kinds of stingrays? And that the rarest stingray species is also the largest? It’s called the smalleye stingray, and it grows over two metres wide—well, seven feet for you, Mr American.” There was a pause as Ranpo stood on his toes to rest his forehead against Poe’s. “So, how did I do?”
“Marvelous.” Poe, who normally didn’t engage in affectionate behaviours in public, closed the gap between him and Ranpo, giving a short, but sweet kiss to his partners lips. “I could listen to you talk about fish and other sea creatures all day.”
They shared a few more short kisses with each other, remaining mindful, but also ignorant at the same time to the world and people around them, until Ranpo leaned in to press a kiss to the corner of Poe’s mouth, smiling happily. “That’s good, because the sharks are up next, and I have a lot to say about them.”
As it turned out, Poe didn’t get to listen to whatever shark facts that Ranpo knew about, because when they got to the tank with the sharks, it was at the same time as the presentation that he remembered seeing mentioned at the entrance of the aquarium. Already, there was a large group of people that had Poe grabbing Karl and returning him to his bag, just in case any of the children spotted him and tried to get touchy with the raccoon. And because Ranpo insisted on staying for the presentation despite probably already knowing anything and everything about sharks, Poe had to find somewhere for them to sit, grateful when there were a couple of seats at the back still… well, one seat at least. Still, Poe had dragged Ranpo over to that seat with the intention of just sitting on the floor, when Ranpo had forced him into the chair and then sat on his lap; Poe couldn’t stop the blush that adorned his face, made worse when the people next to them kept glancing at the two of them.
It's fine, just ignore it. If it’s not bothering Ranpo, it’s fine. Poe told himself as he did his best to get comfortable, not that that was hard to do, not when this was something that happened frequently in the privacy of Poe’s home; quite often, Ranpo would plonk himself into Poe’s lap when he was writing and just sit there, quietly watching, and on the odd occasion; nap. So really, Poe was used to having his personal space invaded, but this was the first time it had happened in public, and he was doing his best to ignore that fact as much as possible.
Thankfully, everyone’s attention was soon drawn by the aquarium workers in charge of the presentation when they began to speak, and the room fell silent and still as everyone listened to the two workers talk about the sharks kept at the aquarium; the experience was made all the better by the divers in the tank, lazily swimming about with these sharks, encouraging the underwater creatures to show off for the audience watching them with enraptured eyes.
Even Ranpo, who had so much trouble focusing at times, was transfixed, watching the sharks swim by with childlike wonder—although he was quietly fidgeting with Poe’s fingers as they rested in Ranpo’s lap. Every now and then, Poe would hear Ranpo mutter under his breath, correcting the worker when they left out something important, or said the wrong fact, and Poe was just grateful that for once, Ranpo was keeping his thoughts to himself. He must really like the sharks to do that. Poe let himself think as he listened, intrigued himself about the creatures he’d so often seen in movies portrayed as massive, man-eating monsters.
It certainly was a misconception, for the sharks in these tanks, while small but still deadly, were doing nothing but nudging the divers and swimming around without a care in the world, almost as if they were just… harmless sea puppies. Sea puppies probably wasn’t the right description for such an animal, but it was the one that came to him all the same, and it would be what he used from now on until something more appropriate came along.
The talk went for an hour, although Poe felt it could go for much longer than that if the workers had really wanted to; they’d both sounded so passionate and interested about what they were talking about, excitedly sharing facts and answering questions that the children threw at them—the most shouted one being what their favorite shark was; the whale shark, and the leopard shark they had learnt—and by the time they were saying their farewells, many of the people listening were begging for just a few more minutes.
“I’m sorry, but we really have to get going.” One of the workers said, an apologetic look on their face as they crouched in front of a couple of children. “The sharks need to have some time to themselves as well, otherwise they get a—”
“Are you ready to go, Ranpo?” Poe asked, tuning out the workers as he addressed the man who was still sitting in his lap, despite most of the room having filed out by this point, freeing up plenty of seats.
Ranpo jerked in his lap, like he hadn’t expected Poe to speak to him. “Huh? Oh, yeah, let’s go.”
But he didn’t make an effort to move, other than to shift forward to sit on Poe’s knees rather than his lap. Poe frowned, worried about this sudden change in character, and leaned to the side to get a better look at Ranpo’s face. “Ranpo? Are you alright?
It took a few seconds for Ranpo to answer him. “I’m fine, Poe. See?”
And Ranpo stood, only to suddenly tilt to the side, Poe’s reflexes kicking into overdrive to just in time to catch and support Ranpo before he hit the floor. Ranpo groaned as Poe lowered him to sit back in the chair, bringing his hands up to rest his head against. Poe crouched in front of Ranpo and studied the way his partners hands shook just enough to be noticeable, how his skin had lost almost all colour in just a few seconds, and the exhaustion that threatened to drag him under.
His worry grew, when Ranpo lowered his head to rest on his shoulders. “Ranpo?”
“Dizzy.” Is all Ranpo managed to say, taking deep breaths, and squeezing his eyes shut. Before Poe can say anything, Ranpo continued, “I may have forgotten to eat today.”
Relief flooded Poe, and he felt that he could relax knowing that he didn’t need to rush to get Ranpo help; low blood sugar was something that the two of them had dealt with before, mostly because when they happened to get involved in their respective jobs, food and water were the last things on their minds. Poe just considered it lucky that Ranpo was only dizzy, and hadn’t passed out like the last time this had happened.
They’d been at a crime scene that day, and it had certainly been fun trying to explain to the officers that they did not in fact, need an ambulance.
“Will you be alright here if I go and get you something to drink?” Poe asked as he stood, although one hand remained on Ranpo’s shoulder as reassurance.
Ranpo nodded. “I’ll be okay.”
With a quiet promise of a quick return, Poe dashed off towards the nearest café the aquarium offered, making sure to leave Karl behind to keep an eye on Ranpo while he was gone. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for him to find a place that sold sugary drinks and snacks, and a few minutes later found him making his way back to where he had left Ranpo; apple juice and jellybeans in hand. Neither were Ranpo’s preferred choice of snack and beverage, but in this case, where it was the difference between remaining conscious or passing out, they would do.
Ranpo was still in the chair, although he’d gone from being hunched over to leaning against the back of the chair, his head tilted back, and eyes still closed. Karl was on Ranpo’s lap, tail flicking idly as the raccoon’s eyes were focused on Ranpo, but the most surprising change was the staff member that was crouched beside Ranpo now, saying something that Poe couldn’t yet hear. He was unable to stop his mind from jumping to the worst possible conclusion, and Poe hurried over, his approach drawing the attention of both Ranpo—a single green eye cracked open to look at him—and the worker, who’s eyes fell towards the purchases in Poe’s arms.
“Ah, you must be the ‘Poe’ he’s been waiting for?”
Poe nodded as he moved to sit in the chair next to Ranpo. “I am. Is everything alright?”
“No, not at all. I had forgotten something here, so I came back to get it and saw your friend looking rather unwell. He told me that he was dizzy, but that someone was helping him, so I decided to sit with him until you came back.” The worker explained and stood, a smile on their face. “Do you need any further assistance?”
“No, we’ll be fine, thanks.” Poe waited for the worker to leave before he nudged Ranpo with his knee, doing so continuously until Ranpo opened his eyes; a weight came to rest against his shoulder as Ranpo slumped against him. “I have some juice for you if you feel up to drinking something.”
Ranpo hummed, and took hold of the juice, drinking a quarter of it in one go before he slowed down to small sips. Poe handed over the jellybeans then, and watched as Ranpo nibbled on a handful of the bright coloured lollies. Slowly, his partner’s face began to regain its colour, and Ranpo looked a little more alive than he had a few minutes ago, although he still continued to rest against Poe’s shoulder.
“Maybe we should go home?” Poe suggested after a few minutes of silence had passed and Ranpo still hadn’t moved.
“No, I’m alright.” Ranpo pushed himself upright. “I’ll be alright. We still haven’t seen everything—we still haven’t seen the freshwater fish and that’s what I want to see the most.”
Poe was hesitant to continue hanging out at the aquarium when Ranpo wasn’t feeling well, but he also couldn’t forcibly prevent Ranpo from continuing if that was what he wanted to do, and Ranpo was looking much better now that he’d eaten and had something to drink. Still… Poe was a natural worrier, especially when it came to those he cared about, and he cared about Ranpo a lot, so excuse him for wanting to prioritise his partner’s health. “I don’t know, Ranpo… I just don’t want you to push yourself too much when you aren’t feeling well.”
Ranpo gave him a look. “If I start to feel unwell again, then we stop, but I won’t, so it’ll be fine.” The detective paused and sighed a few seconds later. “I understand that you are worried, Poe, but you don’t need to be. I’m not sick or anything, I just forgot to eat.”
“Well… alright then.” Poe finally acquiesced and stood from his seat, offering Ranpo a hand that his partner took and a final onceover, they continued on their way, finally leaving the sharks behind them to head for the next section of the aquarium that ironically, was the freshwater one Ranpo had been looking forward to this entire time.
And while his worry diminished the longer Poe watched Ranpo wander around without any further dizzy spells, it never faded completely, and it probably wouldn’t until they were safely back at home. But he did manage to brush it aside in favour of just watching Ranpo as the younger ran around excitedly, hopping from tank to tank to study the fish within them, regardless of how often Poe told him to stop running off. It was no use trying to stop Ranpo when he was like this, all he could really do was try his best to keep the other within his sights while it happened.
Karl had returned to sitting on Poe’s shoulder, attention everywhere at once, and a few children squealed and pointed in his direction when they spotted the raccoon, which set Poe on edge a little bit, but thankfully, the parents of the children were quick to move along and Poe could relax a little. He even managed to find a bench in front of one of the larger tanks that allowed him to still watch Ranpo, but also rest his legs—it was tiring work chasing after Ranpo after all.
Poe didn’t know how long he’d been sitting on that bench, or when exactly he’d dozed off, but the next thing he was aware of was slender fingers touching his cheeks softly, and he raised his head to see green eyes watching him with faint concern.
“You okay?” Ranpo asked.
“Yeah.” Poe stretched out, wincing a little at the way his bones popped and cracked; he must’ve been dozing for at least ten minutes, if not more. “What about you?”
“I’m not the one that fell asleep on a bench.” Ranpo rolled his eyes and dropped his hands to rest by his side. A quiet chatter drew Poe’s attention towards Karl, who at some point, had abandoned him to go to Ranpo. Probably to bring him here now that I think about it. His thoughts were confirmed by Ranpo, “Karl came and chattered at me until I followed him.”
“I suppose I’m just a bit tired is all.”
“Because of me?” It’s faint, but Poe can hear the uncertainty in Ranpo’s voice, and he straightens, determined to squash that anxiety before it even has the chance to form.
“Absolutely not. You may move faster than I can keep up with at times, but that is nothing compared to the joy I feel in watching you enjoy your time here, whether that be seeing all the exhibits several times over, or telling me all the facts about sharks and stingrays that you know.” Poe reached over and gripped Ranpo’s hands gently, using them to pull himself upright so that he can pull Ranpo into a tight hug. He can feel Ranpo relax into the embrace, and doesn’t have to see the others face to know he’s smiling. “But I must admit, that I would like to go home soon.”
Ranpo put on a show of thinking, going as far as to take on the whole thinking pose. But he’s smiling, and that was how Poe knew Ranpo was teasing. “Well, I suppose going home might not be so bad, but not because I’m tired myself, not at all! I’ve simply seen everything I want to see.”
“But?” Poe questioned, sensing that Ranpo has something to ask, but needed a bit of prompting to actually ask.
“But there is the tunnel where they do photos, and… I know you don’t like photos, but, I’d like to take one with you. Only if you want to though!”
Poe smiled and linked hands with Ranpo, tugging the other in the direction of the tunnel he’d been talking about without saying anything. He’d just been thinking about getting a photo himself, since this had been his and Ranpo’s first proper date in a while, and it just seemed right to commemorate it in some way.
And if a photo was that way, then they would get a photo.
“If the two of you want to do something couple-y, then don’t let me stop you!” The worker in charge of the photographs said as they waited for Poe and Ranpo to decide on what it was that they wanted to do for the photo. “I get quite a few same-sex couples asking for photos to commemorate their visit, so you’ll receive no judgement from me. I only ask that you make it cute, because it is cute. And brave.”
“Make it cute?” Poe spluttered, cheeks burning red. While he was grateful that this particular staff member wasn’t judgemental in the slightest, unlike the two families that had glared at them on their way to the tunnel, it was still a little embarrassing to have someone speak so forwardly in regards to displays of affection. But unlike Poe, Ranpo seemed unbothered; hell, he seemed more than enthusiastic towards making their photo romantic now and looked to be thinking hard.
Poe merely rolled his eyes and waited. He didn’t mind what kind of pose they did, really, just so long as it wasn’t awkward.
“We can just do something like this, right Poe?” Ranpo asked as he turned towards Poe, and wrapped his arms around his chest, gazing up into his eyes. Poe nodded and allowed his own arms to rest against Ranpo’s waist as he looked down at Ranpo. This was fine, almost perfect even, and he could hear the sound of the camera go off.
And then Ranpo pulled him down and their lips connected.
It wasn’t a long kiss, not like the ones that Ranpo would share with him after a long day at work, or when they were lying in bed together on a weekend, unwilling to start the day but more than willing to kiss each other senseless. But it wasn’t a short kiss either; those were the kisses that Poe was very familiar with, ones that he or Ranpo snuck to each other at passing moments or in lieu of a greeting. They were also his favorite—not that he was choosing a favorite kind of kiss because kissing Ranpo was one of his favorite things to do in general—only because of how Ranpo would blush whenever it was Poe that one that initiated, and that was always adorable to see.
This kiss though? It was something in between. It only lasted maybe seven seconds, maybe even a little longer, but it was long enough for Poe to be able to feel and understand the love that Ranpo held for him, and as he kissed back, he hoped that Ranpo could feel the same. They broke apart, and Poe smiled when he saw the pink that dusted Ranpo’s cheeks, and knew that that same pink resided on his own as well. Poe couldn’t help himself as Ranpo’s eyes looked at him so softly, and pressed a quick kiss to Ranpo’s forehead. “I love you, Ranpo.”
“I know you do.” Ranpo said, still smiling as he stepped away. “I do too.”
And just when Poe didn’t think the moment between them could be broken, it was. “I hate to butt in, but would you like me to print off the photos or put them on a USB for you?” To their credit, the worker looked apologetic as they spoke.
“Print them please, if that’s alright.” Poe said, his eyes not leaving Ranpo’s, even as they followed the worker back to the kiosk to get the photos. “Time to go home?”
“Yeah. Can we go on another date next week?”
“Of course we can, Ranpo. Just remember to eat next time, will you?” “No promises, Poe.”
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Prideful Happiness
Pairing: Lucifer x Sakura
Word Count: ~430
Warning(s): soft Lucifer, Sakura sinning (I guess), pet names (sweetheart, my dear), lots of smiles and smirks and chuckles, slightly demonic Lucifer at the end?
Sakura rushed down the hallway in the direction of Lucifer’s office, happily knocking on the heavy wooden door once she reached it. Lucifer smirked to himself. He was able to feel his girlfriend’s pride long before she reached his door. “Come inside, sweetheart.”, he answered her knocks and chuckled when Sakura almost pounced on his sitting form.
“Hey.”, she breathlessly said as she nuzzled her head into Lucifer’s neck with a wide smile on her face. His pact mark on the inside of her left elbow proudly glowed in a deep blue, making his brothers’ pact marks look like fading tattoos around it while perfectly matching the blue hue in Sakura’s pink eyes. “What has gotten you so happy, my dear?” Now Sakura was chuckling. She lifted her head, the smile never leaving her lips as she answered: “I finished all of my work.”
“Did you now?”, the demon mumbled teasingly and the human eagerly nodded. “Good job then.”, he said while patting her curly hair. Her smile seemed to become even bigger and the blue colour of the pact mark stronger as she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. She looked like she would purr any second. Now Lucifer understood why Satan compares her to a cat.
Before Lucifer could pull her onto his lap, the human opened her eyes again and looked at him fondly. “I actually came here to ask you something.” Lucifer stayed quiet to let her continue, though he already guessed what she wanted to know. “I wanted to ask you if you have some free time right now? We could go around town a bit.”
The tall demon nodded and smirked: “Of course. Make sure to wear something short-sleeved.” Sakura confusingly titled her head to the side. “’kay? Like what? I’m certainly not going out in this washed-out t-shirt, you know.” His smirk widened as he stood up. “How about that red dress I gifted you some time ago?” Sakura smiled softly at the memory and nodded. “Mhm. Sounds good. I’ll see you at the entrance hall?” “10 minutes.”, he answered. Sakura slightly paled. “Oh shit.”, she mumbled as she dashed out of his office to her room to get ready.
Lucifer chuckled as his smirk turned more demonic. They could not only match clothes, he could also stare at his pact mark proudly presenting itself the whole time they were out. The demon just had to make sure his little human got the praise she deserved. Oh, how fun when people, especially the ones he’s close to, indulge in his sin around him.
A/n: Yes, that's from Sunday when I felt very proud of myself for finishing my homework so early. With the "inside of her left elbow" I'm not talking about 'inside inside' with the bones & the muscles and stuff by the way. I'm talking about the skin parallel to the elbow facing you. I hope you enjoyed and have a good day/night! :D
#obey me#obey me fanfiction#obey me fluff#maybe?#obey me lucifer#obey me lucifer x mc#obey me lucifer x sakura#obey me mc sakura#my obey me mc#obey me mc#obey me non-agere
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Hi ghost ♥️ I don’t normally do this but I saw your call for eddie hcs and just had to answer—I love your writing since I discovered your blog and think you’re one of the coolest people. You’re so creative and so genuine and I love reading your fics and seeing you speaks with nons and mutuals :) but you’ve made me confident enough k submit something that’s been floating around in my head for a minute
Anyway, getting into it, I think Eddie wears a lot of shirts that don’t fit him at all. Wayne and him are in the trailer and Wayne works a lot and works night to try to bring in more money, so Eddie ~sells~ as that supplemental income for them—while it might not go to rent it probably goes to helping with utilities or buying groceries or gas for both their cars. Anything extra he’d rather spend on new D&D figurines and collectibles for Hellfire, or getting spare guitar amp plugs and parts, so he really never thinks about clothes.
Pants are less of a problem because he keeps a few staple pairs and one emergency fancy pair if he’d ever have a funeral or some outlandish nice occasion (h’ed totally busy them out for a fancy date). Our boy is getting so much second hand band merch—concerts he never went to for bands that he adores that happen to be thrift store finds. Shirts he’s owned for a long time that as he’s grown, have become just too small. They ride up when he’s stretching and gesticulating and show off his slutty little waist and happy trail, the sleeves hugging his arms even though he’s pretty lean, just showing that off. Other shirts that are too big are just hanging off him—the collar dipping low enough to show his chest tattoo sometimes, and he tucks them in under the guise of showing off some more hardware (his belts, chains, and bandana).
Really he wears his staple leather jacket/vest combo because a. it’s a piece of clothing he likes because it fits him and he’s been able to make it his own with all his collected patches and pins, but b. it also helps him cover up the fact that his shirts don’t fit as well as he might like. I think he’d also like the Hellfire shirts so much because of this—maybe they weren’t his idea but when they get brought up by Garrett or Jeff, he’s all for it, contributing to the design and putting in the work, helping the guys pool their money. So when he gets that shirt that they put so much work into and it’s made for him and no one else, it becomes all the more special. Screw the conformist dicks that make fun of him and the other Hellfire members, that’s his favorite shirt and he’s gonna wear it with pride.
i came on here looking for people to make me soft from eddie and you guys are being all sweet on me oh my goodness 😭 but i'm so happy to hear i've created a comfortable space, that's all i could really ask for - just one giant sleepover where we're all menaces but it's all in good fun <3
listen you had me getting all soft and even a lil sad with the money issues (too relatable truly), then you were getting me all hot and bothered with the idea of an accidental crop top on eddie or his stupid collarbones seriously why are collarbones getting me going? i gotta touch some grass, but then that last paragraph? the hellfire shirts? i'm a puddle, nonnie. an absolute puddle. thank you from the bottom of my heart this is going to haunt me.
#thank u ily#eddie headcanons#eddie sweetness#it's such a found family trope if i squint#if anyone gifted him a merch shirt he'd wear it to death just like the hellfire shirt#AND HIS FUCKING VEST AND JACKET BEING THE THINGS THAT FIT HIM BEST YOU'RE JUST CRUEL#the idea of him having larger shirts is so personal to bigger girls like myself please
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Seeing Faster Pussycat/LA Guns/Tom Keifer Band in concert PART 2: What Happened AFTER the show:
(since tumblr likes to break if you make bulleted lists that are too long)
After the show I went back to the merch stands and Ronnie was there so I told him he was awesome and he asked if I wanted a picture so we took a picture and he gave me a sticker and I said "thank you so much!!" and he went "you're welcome so much!!!!" he was so adorable
I went back to the busses (obviously) to try and meet any of them after. Johnny was the first one out but I didn't wanna bother him bc 1- I wasn't 100% sure if it was him tbh, and 2- I knew nothing about him and didn't wanna bother him
after a little while Slim came out in a pride shirt and a hat that had a scarf draped over it. He looked like a beekeeper. Thus became the joke.
He was also blasting "because I got high" from his phone
Slim was fuckin T R A S H E D. Like he was speaking absolute intelligible bullshit like "I only r*pe dead pets" and saying "don't date marilyn manson" and you just had to stand there and nod and agree he's so fucking weird but Robin kept assuring me he's harmless weorgnworingwr
members of Tom's band passed through and I'd say hi and whatnot
Ace came out next and I got a picture with him hE PUT HIS ARM AROUND ME AND LEANED HIS HEAD ON ME
me awkwardly standing in front of him while he was talking to someone and going "...Ace" quietly because I didn't wanna be rude
it was at this point right before I said this, he mentioned to someone else how he was hurting at his legs and what he did to hurt himself, and as we posed for the photo I said "if it's any consolation my legs hurt too"
Ace coming over later to me and Robin later and talking to us because he knOWS ROBIN?? Like they've mET MANY TIMES??? They hugged and he was like 'it's great to see you again"??? AND SHE WAS CALLING HIM "DARLING"??????
Now keep in mind i barely have any idea who Ace is but i swear it was love at first sight because *sigh* he's just Really Fucking Nice
So me and Robin and ACE VON FUCKING JOHNSON are standing there having a conversation about the covid vaccine and whatnot, I said I got really sick from it and Ace said he did too, and how he had covid the first time when it first started and he was sick for a month and a half :(
I complemented his necklaces and he said "thank you :D I actually had this other one, but it broke-" and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pendant that had a skull or wings or something on it and went "but when you turn it over- it was my dog's tag" and turned it over and sure enough, it was a nametag for a dog (I didn't take the time to read it bc the moment was SUPER delicate), but I showed him my urn necklace I wear with Ziggy's ashes and he thought it was nice ;-; <3
after our convo he hugged Robin again and hoped to see her again soon, and he turned to me and held out his hand and asked "and what was your name" so I shook his hand and told him and he said "it was nice to meet you" and IDK WHY I DID THIS BUT I took his hand with BOTH HANDS and in that instant HE PUT HIS OTHER HAND ON MINE so we were just standing there for like 2 seconds with all 4 of our hands holding each others' and I stg I never wanted to wash my hands again I felt him on my hands for like an hour after I was just hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm gonna fucking scream again i stg
as soon as he was out of earshot I turned to Robin and went "he's SO fucking cute oh my GOD he's so fucking cute" and she was like RIGHT????
literally tho Ace was so fucking nice and soft and sweet and just a gentleman I could've talked to him all night I wanted to scream I thought he was just precious and wholesome and pretty grab the fainting couch I'm going down
so AFTER I had a heart attack because of Ace, Slim McFucking Tender comes over to me and Robin and starts talking to us because he's insane and needed someone to talk to. He told me not to date Marilyn Manson and some other things idk I don't really remember but he was hilarious but also absolute trash I'm just fascinated by him
I showed him the Slim Jim Tender meme that aluminum_damsel_75 on insta made and he approved of it
Sam Bam and Ronnie and Johnny coming back with a ton of tupperware containers of food like C:
Sam saying it lasts a while
I honestly don't even remember what Slim and I talked about it was like 1:30am and everyone was loopy
All I remember next was Ace coming back out with his stuff and Guns' tour manager gently pushing him back with a hand on his chest as he was trying to talk to someone
this made us go "ah shit they're even kicking ACE out- I think that means we gotta go too"
when I said goodbye to Slim he just kinda gave me a random half hug which I thought was weird bc we weren't really talking TPTPEPTGMSRTSTA it felt like a gentle brief hug you give to someone you know like a family member before leaving grandma's house and he just. hugged me. ? I was internally like "oh okay we're doing this?" it was like he was on auto pilot weofginwepringeqrg
I asked Slim for a pic right before we parted and he made duck lips and as he was walking away he said "you are now protected from bees"
to which I replied "and I am FOREVER grateful"
BONUS:
I almost hit a deer on my way home I thought it was a statue (that's a thing people like to do here, have deer statues in their yard)
I had a dream last night that I was going back to the venue and the excitement and logic felt real ;-;
I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT ACE HE WAS JUST HHHHHRHRRRRRGHHHHHHHH GODDAMMIT LIKE I LITERALLY COULDN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM AT WORK HE'S GOT ME FLUSTERED AND BLUSHING UGHHHHH
me screaming on the way home by myself in my car at 2am in the middle of the woods because tHIS ALWAYS HAPPENS TO ME I ALWAYS CATCH FEELINGS FOR SOMEONE EVERY TIME I GO TO A CONCERT
my cat waking up when he heard I was home and running down the stairs to greet me, half asleep. He was very affectionate but was mostly asleep and kept falling down with his eyes half closed
#i WILL post the pictures eventually#concerts#concert log#concert diary#la guns#faster pussycat#tom keifer
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The Perfect Fit | Bucky Barnes x reader (part 2)
(part 1)
summary: after getting fitted by you, bucky’s going to try on the custom-made suits he’s bought. unless he makes his move now, he may not get to see you again, and he can’t let that happen.
word count: 6.5k
warnings: smut!!, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), a little d/s energy, mirror kink, stomach bulge kink, slight pain kink?, creampie kink, pussy spanking, light bondage, bucky being jealous
Bucky had a bone to pick with Tony, which was usually true but this wasn’t work-related for once. It wasn’t hard to find him in the same place he’d seen him last— eating his lunch in the kitchen, with Sam nearby chowing down on lo mein with a spring roll.
“Hey lefty, what’s cracking?” Tony greeted, mouth full but talking loudly anyways.
"I went down to that tailor you recommended—" Bucky began, but Tony was quick to interrupt.
"You went there? Dude, it's a really nice place, you can just call and she'll come to you instead, way more convenient."
"So now you say 'she'?"
Realization dawned on Tony’s expression. "Ahh, I get it. You're not used to a female tailor. Adds a little spice to getting fitted, huh?" he grinned, elbowing Bucky playfully.
Bucky’s throat felt a little dry when he heard that. "Don't tell me that's why you use her…"
"Hey now, I'm not a creep, I use her cause she's the best, and those house calls are great for discretion— you know, being a celebrity and all. The eye candy part is just gravy."
"Gravy candy sounds disgusting," Sam chimed in, missing the point entirely.
"Yeah, well, she mentioned some stuff that sure made you sound like a creep."
"Okay, well, you can't blame me for getting caught staring when I'm surrounded by fucking mirrors. Makes it hard to be stealthy."
"You could try not staring,” Bucky suggested flatly.
"Is that what you did?"
Tony smirked when Bucky failed to reply immediately. "Okay, so it's easier said than done,” Bucky admitted with a frown, “but still, I hope these house calls were strictly professional."
“What’s it to you, man? I think somebody’s jealous,” Tony purred.
“What? No, it’s not that,” Bucky denied.
“You love her,” Tony sing-songed, completely ignoring Bucky. “You looooooove her!”
"You are so immature," Bucky rolled his eyes, even though his heart was racing and he was pretty sure he was blushing.
"No, it's good for you! She's a catch, you're all brooding and stuff— maybe she can melt the Winter Soldier's frozen heart, hm?"
Sam laughed heartily. "Stark, you read too many comic books."
"You're saying you don't wanna see Icy Hot here shoot his shot with my tailor?" Tony asked, turning his attention towards Sam.
Sam pondered that, much to Bucky's dismay. "Depends. How hot is she?"
"Mega," Tony smirked confidently. "Legs for miles, and she wears these skirts that make her ass look—"
"I think I've heard enough," Bucky groaned. "I'm leaving. And don't ask when I'm going to see her again," he instructed, interrupting Tony just as he'd opened his mouth to speak, "because I won’t tell you.”
As Bucky left, he could hear Tony calling out into the hall: “But I’d be such a great wingman!”
//
Truth be told, Bucky had put off mastering the use of his smartphone. It wasn’t just that new technology made him feel old, but that he knew nobody would be calling or messaging him anyways; if the phone didn’t work, he would spare himself the embarrassment of waiting up for nothing.
But once he knew you were going to call? Suddenly, he was motivated to figure the sucker out.
A few hours later and now all he had to do was stare at it to make sure he wouldn’t miss you. Luckily, you didn’t make him wait too long. He recognized the number and decided to let it ring a few times before picking up, so it would seem like he had other things to do besides talk to you.
“Hello?” Bucky asked when he answered, so it would seem like he had other people calling him besides you.
You introduced yourself so formally that he was a little afraid that all that fun energy between you two would be gone. Thankfully, once he asked what you were calling about, you were back to being cheery and casual again.
“I was just calling to schedule when I could come by with your new suits!” you explained, sounding chipper.
His fingertips were a little tingly just from hearing you talk, nervousness making him antsy (in a weirdly good way). “I know you said it’s a one-person operation,” he responded smarmily, “but I figured you would outsource delivery.”
You scoffed, though it sounded more amused than irritated. “It’s not just delivery, I have to check the fit and make sure everything’s exactly to your liking.”
“Oh, well, I’m free all day tomorrow— and I think you already know my address.” Was it too forward? Too obvious? And why did Bucky spend half the time when he was talking to you second-guessing himself?
“Yes, Stark Tower is a relatively common destination for me. If he doesn’t mind us using it, Tony has a dressing room with plenty of mirrors so you can get a good look. But, I’d be happy to just go up to your quarters if that’s easier.”
He was not at all ready for you to see his room. No way he could clean it enough in the next twelve hours; and even then, lots of the team had made fun of how empty and plain it was, so he knew it would just make you think he was boring.
“I’m sure Tony won’t mind you using his dressing room, but he might mind me using it,” Bucky chuckled.
“Well, if he makes a fuss I’ll be sure to set him straight,” you decided confidently. Somehow, imagining you cursing out Tony was almost hotter than imagining you doing anything else. “Be sure to bring down your dress shoes so you get the full look and everything.”
“Uhhh…” he trailed off as he scratched the back of his head, trying to remember if he owned anything other than combat boots. “Not sure I still have those, to be honest.”
"Okay, you'll need shoes too,” you noted aloud, your voice a little distant; he figured you were writing things down, which was why you sounded distracted. “What size are you?"
"Thirteen."
"I'll bring a selection tomorrow,” you announced firmly. “And socks, of course. And some watches, maybe? And pocket squares."
"Is that it?" he asked sarcastically.
“Oh right, I’m bringing the ties you picked out, too. I’ll throw in some alternates in case your original choices don’t match the way you were hoping.”
“You really are full-service,” he chuckled.
“I get that a lot,” you replied, a hint of coyness to your tone.
There it was again; that jealousy. He hated it because he knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t stop it either. As much as his mind was completely aware that you were an independent, modern woman capable of handling herself, his heart was equally determined to protect you, and spoil you, and do whatever was necessary to make sure you were safe.
Worse, his gut was less innocent. Mine, it demanded, all mine. Nobody else’s.
He pushed it down and just tried to get through the rest of the call without saying something he’d regret. You confirmed the date and time with him, and he tried not to be too aggressive when he said he was looking forward to it.
He hung up his phone and sighed, staring off into space. Now all that was left to do was wait, and be overwhelmed with anxiety. Thankfully, he was good at the second thing.
//
"So, what do you think?"
I think you look so damn good from every angle. I think I might spend all my money on suits just to be sure I can see you again. I think you need somebody to love you the way you deserve. I think you’d look like an angel waking up in my bed.
You waved your hand in front of his face for a moment, calling his attention back to reality. “Helloooo?”
Drawn out of his trance, Bucky finally looked in the menagerie of mirrors surrounding him and admired his reflection, amazed by the perfect fit of his first suit. The difference in quality between this and something off the rack was beyond apparent. Most of all, your talent was undeniable. "I think it's beautiful."
You smiled proudly. "Of course it is, but do you like how you look in it?"
"Honestly? I feel a bit… out of place. I'm obviously not classy enough for a suit like this."
"Oh, nonsense," you dismissed.
He frowned, convinced this was all flattery. "No, seriously, this is… maybe I should just wear tactical gear to every event."
"Well, you'd still look good, but you're not always a soldier. Sometimes you're only a man. And every man should own a fine suit."
It was much too profound of a thing to say while you casually straightened his jacket, only to pop out from behind his reflection to smile at him in the mirror.
“Let’s get the next one on you,” you decided, helping him lose the jacket but having him move into a private dressing room to switch trousers and shirts. “I put a turtleneck in there instead of just a regular button-up,” you explained through the door as he changed, “in case you wanted to see it that way.”
Once he’d put it on, he stepped back out and you were looking at him so proudly— well, you were looking at your handiwork with pride, really, but he could pretend it was for him and hope actually impress you that much one day.
“I went with a shawl lapel on this one, as opposed to the last one which was notched,” you explained as you traced the line with your finger. “Spoiler: the next one has a peak lapel. But enough about that one: what do you think of this one?”
“This looks like something my friend Sam would wear,” Bucky decided as he looked at himself in the cranberry suit and black turtleneck. The shoes you’d had him try on with this were intricate as well, with subtle stitching in the leather and a shine so immaculate he could almost see a reflection in them.
“Well, is your friend Sam stylish?” you asked.
“He would certainly say so,” he smirked.
“I’m inclined to agree, because you—” you gave him a thorough glance up and down, so thorough in fact that he felt a bit exposed under your gaze, “—look marvelous.”
“Not pretentious?”
“No, no, it works on you,” you assured, “you’ve got the looks for it.”
“And what looks are those?”
“Um… good? Good looks?”
He definitely remembered a time when that seemed like the obvious answer, because he had relied on being good-looking for a lot of things in life, but that felt very far away now. Maybe it was just that people who didn’t know what he’d done could still think he was good looking, but everyone else saw the evil within beginning to leak out the way that he did.
But you knew what he’d done, didn’t you? You had to. You knew Tony, you were here at the Tower… unless you were intentionally not up-to-date on current events, you must have heard of the Winter Soldier.
“Don’t act so surprised,” you huffed, “as if it’s a big secret or something. You’re obviously very attractive.”
Bucky cleared his throat nervously. “Uh, thanks.” He wanted to return the compliment, but thought it might be inappropriate or rude somehow. You broke the silence quickly as you held up two pocket squares in front of him.
“Which of these do you prefer?” you prompted. He selected the solid gold one, making you smile. “I knew you’d pick that one.”
“How?”
“I dunno, just fits you,” you shrugged as you folded it and gently placed it in his pocket. Even through so many layers, your touch on his chest made his heart flutter. Your fingers brushing over his as you slipped a watch onto his wrist was enough to cause palpitations.
He looked better in this ensemble than he expected. This version of himself looked much more likely to be invited to parties than any other version. If only he actually wanted to go to parties.
You put him in the pinstripe suit last, after putting a few pins in the cranberry suit to indicate minor changes you would make later, and stepped back to ponder your work.
"Hm, unbutton those top two buttons for me?" you requested with a raised eyebrow.
I will if you do, he thought to himself, but silently unbuttoned his own shirt anyway.
"I mean, it definitely works like this, but I wanna see you in a tie. And I've got juuuuust the one," you smiled. Soon you were approaching him with a red paisley tie, and helping him button up his shirt and tying the tie for him— you explained something about how it was a unique knot he likely couldn't do himself, but he was too lost in having you so close to notice. It would be so easy to just reach up and grab your waist, pull you into a kiss, finally tell you how bad he wants you.
Well, it would be physically easy, but it would be very scary. Just imagining it had his heart racing.
“I heard from Tony this morning,” you informed him suddenly, slipping the tie around his neck and popping his collar up for him.
“Really? Is he in need of a wardrobe update?”
“Yes, but he hasn’t realized that yet so that wasn’t what he called about.”
He laughed a little at the jab, though it also made him a little worried what secret opinions you held about his own style (or lack thereof).
“We talked about you, actually,” you added.
“O-oh,” Bucky stammered, “uh, he’s not exactly my biggest fan. So whatever he said probably isn’t true.”
“He said that you have a crush on me,” you replied nonchalantly, not even looking up from your work on his tie.
Bucky gulped, and he knew you saw the bob of his Adam’s apple because you were staring right at his neck.
“Like I said, Tony isn’t a very reliable source,” Bucky replied, but his voice cracked in the middle and he cringed internally.
“I’ll write it off as another one of Tony’s off-color jokes then,” you dismissed, perfecting the knot of his tie and stepping back to observe him. He always felt nervous when you looked at him like that, like he couldn’t hide anything from you.
“What… what did you say, when he told you that?” Bucky asked nervously.
“I asked him what he was smoking and if I could have some,” you laughed. “I thought it was totally impossible— and don’t worry, I didn’t tell him that you got hard when I did your inseam.”
Bucky’s throat became dry at the same moment that his palms got clammy.
“I— um, I was just—”
“Oh, it’s fine,” you dismissed quickly, still talking about this all so casually which only made him even more confused, “you’re not the first, it happens.”
“I’m not the first?!”
“Yeah, if anything you were one of the few who didn’t say something creepy about it, which is always appreciated. It’s just a bodily reaction, you can’t control it.”
“Did Tony ever say something creepy?” Bucky pressed, his hands involuntarily tightening into fists— another bodily reaction he couldn’t control.
“You know, Tony said you were really worried that he had been inappropriate with me, or even that he and I had a fling or something,” you added as you stepped back, giving him a quizzical look, “and now it’s sort of sounding like he was right.”
“No, no, it’s not that, I just—”
“Was he right about anything else?” you pressed, raising an eyebrow.
“I was being nosy, I’m sorry,” he sighed, “it’s just that… and I know it’s none of my business, but the idea of him and you… it isn’t a pleasant mental image.”
You laughed a little, in a way that made him feel kind of small. “Why not? You know how he is. Definitely has a wandering eye… and occasionally a wandering hand.”
Bucky winced. “I swear, if he ever put his hands on you, I’ll go find him right now and beat him senseless.”
“What if I wanted him to?”
He nearly saw red, but he knew he had no right to be angry. You were a grown adult and he had no ownership over you… he just sort of wished that he did.
“So it’s true then? You and him…?”
“No, Bucky,” you laughed, “it’s not. Nothing’s ever happened between us. I generally don’t get involved with clients like that.”
“Generally? Is there an exception?”
You chewed your lip, seemingly a little thrown off by his question. “Uh, I mean, no— I’ve never been involved with a client, no, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Why would you say ‘generally’ then?”
“Uh, I guess I just… I wouldn’t want to rule anything out, that’s all. Never say never.”
And for a moment he almost wondered if you were flirting with him. Certainly not, with him having come across as both a jealous hot-head and a bumbling dweeb who pops a boner faster than a randy teenager, but just for a second the way you looked at him was… questionable.
“I mean, who knows,” you continued, “what if, hypothetically, some gorgeous guy walked into my store one night— a sensitive guy, who made me laugh and put up with me rambling about ties for the better part of an hour— and I was supposed to dress him up when all I wanted to do was undress him?”
Your finger started to trail down his chest lightly, tickling his skin through the dress shirt.
“I wouldn’t want to think he was off-limits just because he’s a customer… right?” you asked quietly, looking up at him and biting your lip.
He was afraid to make the wrong move, but he really really hoped this was flirting.
“I don’t think anyone would object to being dressed or undressed by you,” Bucky responded, hoping he could stay neutral until he was sure what you were talking about.
You chewed your lip, looking away as if you were thinking about something.
"I know I certainly haven't. And wouldn't," he added, feeling the need to say something.
You nodded, placing his tie inside his jacket and seeming happy with your work.
“You know, the fit looks great," you announced, "but I’m a little worried that one of the measurements was wrong. Mind if I do your inseam again?”
His throat was dry all of a sudden, but he responded quickly anyways. "Uh, go ahead…"
You looked up at him as you started to sink to your knees, very slowly. That little move looked real good in the mirror behind you. “Last time I did this, there was something getting in the way, made it difficult to know if I was doing it right…”
"M-my apologies," he whispered.
"Oh no, I'm not complaining," you purred as you slowly began to run your fingers up the side of his leg, keeping searing eye contact until his knees felt a little weak.
When your hand reached the top of his inner thigh, the back of it brushed against his balls and he shivered. Delicately, and so excruciatingly slowly, your hand moved higher and gently rubbed his erection through the fabric.
“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath.
It must have been all the anticipation that made it so intense, made shivers run up his spine every time your hand moved over his length, made his toes curl inside the ridiculously fancy shoes you’d put him in.
“I’m gonna take it out now, okay? I promise I won’t measure you here,” you winked.
"You can if you want," he shrugged, deciding now was the time for feigned confidence if there ever was one. “I mean, if you’re worried about fit…”
You bit your lip, and he was proud to see the effect his words had on you. “I’ll be honest, I am a little worried it won’t fit…” You were quick with his belt, but slow with his button and fly, apparently having more fun teasing him. “Fuck, Bucky,” you groaned softly as you took his cock out.
“Don’t look so excited, doll, you’ll give me an ego,” he purred.
“Can’t help it,” you sighed, “looks delicious.”
You licked a long wet stripe up from the bottom all the way to the tip, making a show of licking up the bead of pre-cum before taking his head into your mouth, and Bucky blinked a few times to be sure that this was actually happening.
"Been wanting to do that since I first saw you," you admitted, grinning as you stroked him right beside your face, which only helped to illustrate how big he was compared to you.
"Dirty girl," he praised with a smirk.
Flirting, he wasn’t so good at. Conversation in any form typically stressed him out. But this? This he was still pretty good at. And he’d never wanted it so bad before.
When you took him in your mouth again, you didn’t stop until you started to gag; he couldn’t stop himself from moaning through his teeth when you did it.
"Look up at me, princess," he instructed softly, grinning when you obeyed quickly. "Now look over there at that mirror. Look how good you look on your knees for me, choking on my cock."
You moaned around him when you made eye contact with your own reflection, and it felt so fucking good he almost lost it right then and there. He held your jaw, almost too tightly, and guided you as your head bobbed on his length. Your mouth was so warm he thought he would burn up— and it only got warmer the deeper he managed to get. God, he was so ready to pump his load right into your throat, but he wanted to do so much more to you first.
In one quick motion, he pushed you off of his cock, pulled you up to face him, and flipped you around, holding you to his chest with the metal arm and letting the flesh one start rubbing your thigh. This way, both of you were looking at the mirror in front of you, and he loved watching you gasp and moan as you felt and watched his fingers move higher and higher.
“I think it’s time to find out if you really are ‘full-service’,” he purred right against your ear, making searing eye contact with you in the reflection. “You’ve seen so much of me, but I haven’t seen nearly enough of you yet. Been daydreaming about what you could be hiding under these tight little skirts.”
As he pulled up the plaid-patterned fabric, he saw that you were wearing white, lacy panties and he groaned deeply.
“What are you wearing these for?” he teased, rubbing along the edge but never getting where you wanted— and he knew you were getting desperate, because your hips were starting to buck up into his hand. “Were you expecting something would happen today, sweetheart?”
“I— I was hopeful,” you stammered; instantly, he slapped you right on your barely-covered pussy, just hard enough to make you yelp and squirm in his grasp.
“You’re so shameless,” he chuckled darkly, “and I love it. I just hope this isn’t your usual routine— acting all innocent and batting your eyes so your clients will fuck you.”
“No, I swear, it’s just you, Bucky,” you whimpered, “there’s nobody else, please…”
“Please what? Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to… to touch me more,” you whispered, as if it was a secret and not patently obvious.
He slipped two fingers underneath the thin fabric, finding your clit right away (not difficult at all with how swollen it was) and rubbing it in gentle circles.
“Oh god,” you sighed, “Bucky…”
WIth his hand on your hips, it wasn’t hard at all to push you back into him so he could rub his aching cock against you.
"What material is this skirt made of?"
"It's a silk blend," you answered breathlessly, "about 30% cotton."
"It's soft," he purred before yanking your skirt up higher and pressing his cock against your ass instead, "but not as soft as you."
Next to go was your blouse, which he tore open to the sound of buttons flying every direction and bouncing off of the mirrors and floors.
"Bucky!" you yelped, but he could see your nipples harden through the lacy white bra. If there was any doubt that you had intended to seduce him today, the matching undergarments dispelled it.
After teasing your nipples between his fingers for a moment, he reached back down between your legs— and when his fingers slipped through your folds and moved down to your opening, he actually moaned just from how wet you are.
"Fucking hell," he growled, "you are drenched, princess. You liked sucking me off that much?"
"Not just that," you clarified, "you look really good in my suits."
He gave you a toothy smile in the mirror, using it to nibble on your ear a bit. "You deserve most of the credit for that," he purred.
"No, no, I don't," you whined, "you'd look sexy in a paper bag, honestly… you turn me on so much, Bucky."
“Did you… think about me? After I left your shop the other night?” he asked playfully, already foreseeing your answer from the way your thighs clenched and your lips let out the subtlest gasp.
“Yes,” you whimpered.
“You’re smart enough to know I want you to be more specific than that,” he chuckled.
“I thought about you that night… after I got into bed…” you elaborated slowly, clearly distracted by the way he was moving his fingers: delicately, but with obvious intentionality. “I thought about what it would’ve been like if you had grabbed me and kissed me, shoved me against the wall, fucked me right there on my desk… in front of the glass wall, where anyone could’ve walked by and seen you claim me…”
His cock was throbbing, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the image itself or from the knowledge that you’d been fantasizing about it. “Were you touching yourself?” he growled.
“Yes,” you sighed, your thighs starting to visibly shake, your knees bending towards each other in the mirror.
“Show me how,” he demanded. “Show me exactly how you were playing with your needy little pussy while you thought about me.”
Your hand found its place on top of his, your fingers starting to move his to the specific place, guiding his movements to be faster and rougher.
“Oh, I see,” he grinned, “you don’t like to tease yourself, do you? You like to jump right into it, come as many times as you can and rub yourself raw in the process?”
You nodded feverishly, panting and whining and writhing in his grasp.
“You’re so desperate, honey… such a shameless cockwhore for me.”
“For you,” you repeated through your trance, “Bucky, ‘m close… keep touching me, please…”
He kept his thumb on your clit but gently slid one finger inside you, both of you gasping at the sensation (if for different reasons).
“So tight,” he hissed, already pulling it back out, “fuck, and just for one finger…”
“More, please,” you begged mindlessly.
“More? Sure you can take it?”
You bit down on your lip as you nodded, and he pushed a second finger in beside his first. He felt you struggling with it, both in your walls and in the way you winced a little, but you softly begged him to keep going so of course he couldn’t stop. You adjusted quickly, your wetness starting to run down his hand.
“Fuck me,” you whimpered, “now, please, can’t wait anymore.”
“Yes you can,” he encouraged, “and you will, cause I need to taste you first.”
Pulling his fingers out of you, he flipped you around again, finally kissing you the way he’d been dreaming of since he first saw you. It was intense but not too dominating— in spite of everything. It was a romantic sort of kiss, maybe too romantic for the situation (that being his cock out and hard and pressed against you, and his fingers covered in your arousal) but perfect nonetheless.
“That’s not what I thought you meant when you said you wanted to taste me,” you giggled when he pulled away.
“No, I meant it the other way,” he smiled, “I just wanted to do that first.”
He picked you up suddenly, making you gasp a bit, but knelt down to lay you on the floor pretty soon after. You looked up at him with wide eyes as he lifted your leg and kissed his way up. He could smell your need, and he worried it would drive him wild before he reached his destination.
Pulling your soaked panties aside, he realized he could probably come just from looking at you. “Such a gorgeous pussy,” he growled his praise, leaning down to plant a few more teasing kisses over the inside of your thighs. Finally, he started with one long lick, just like you had with him, but you weren’t so patient to tolerate it. Nearly instantly your fingers pulled his hair, clearly trying to guide him to tease you less, but he couldn’t be swayed to go easy on you.
“I hope you’re not forgetting who’s in charge,” he smiled hungrily.
“And what if I am?” you returned, clearly looking to get on his nerves so he’d get rough with you. He was happy to oblige.
Bucky sat up and loosened his tie, slipping it off of his neck with a smirk. "Now, this is 100% Venetian silk, so it should feel nice around your wrists," he cooed. You offered your hands willingly, and he got a chance to show off a few complex knots of his own. "Now be a good girl and keep those hands above your head, alright?"
You did as he asked, freeing him to hold your legs open as he devoured you, alternating between teasing your bud with the tip of his tongue, and fucking you with it.
"You taste like heaven, doll," he growled when he came up quickly, "and the way you moan when my tongue's inside you? I swear I could die happy right now."
"I wish you wouldn't though," you whimpered.
He laughed a bit before he got back to it, letting his tongue focus on your clit while he filled you with his fingers again. Your walls clenched down on him occasionally, and when it became more frequent just as your moans became louder, he knew you were close.
"Stop, stop," you sighed suddenly, pushing him away.
"Are you alright?" he asked, nervous he'd done something wrong.
"No I'm fine, I just… I don't want to come yet. I want you inside me first."
"And what about what I want, hm? What if I want to watch you come just from my tongue?" he offered instead, though he was definitely still very persuadable in this regard.
"I know you wanna fuck me, Bucky, don't make me wait any longer,” you moaned, your back arching up a little from the floor.
Not needing to be told twice, he flipped you onto your elbows and knees, making sure you could support yourself with bound wrists before letting you go. His hands running over your exposed ass and thighs made you shiver, and he smiled down at you. At this point, he was probably more desperate than you were, but he was doing a much better job of hiding it, even taking the time to reach up and undo a few of the buttons of his shirt, because wow suits are warm and not meant for his level of physical activity.
Still, he figured he had waited long enough— he needed to fuck you while he still had at least a shred of patience left. He was going to need it if he was going to give you time to adjust to him.
Holding his cock and rubbing it through your folds, he chuckled when you whined and dropped your head down in a pout. He loved watching your expression shift into a gasp as he pushed in.
He went slow, but he didn't stop either. He wanted to test you just a little. He wanted to stretch you open.
"Fuck," you cried, "god, you're so… you feel so…"
"Look in the mirror," he instructed coldly, although the coldness was just a front for the way he was holding himself back as your body swallowed him so beautifully.
You moaned again, higher-pitched and weak, just as he finally got all the way in. He waited until he felt your body relax a bit before he asked if it was okay for him to move yet. You answered with a quick nod, a breathy "please," and he didn't need any more encouragement.
It was probably too fast to start off with, but god, he'd been waiting so long to fuck you like this.
"Baby," he whispered, "you're so perfect."
He held you steady and thrusted deep, so deep that it made you gasp each time. You looked incredible, and you felt incredible, but the way you sounded was just… divine. He could never have imagined the beautiful way you would sound when he was bringing you pleasure like this. Having heard it, he wanted to make you sound like this as often as possible from now on. Technically he couldn’t even be sure he’d get another chance to, but surely sounds this perfect meant you had to be having a good time, right? Ideally a good enough time to call him again?
He was snapped back to focus when he saw your eyes flutter shut with pleasure.
"Don't look away from that mirror, honey," he growled, "don't close your eyes. Look how pretty you look like this."
He could tell you loved it from the way your channel fluttered and flexed.
"You like watching yourself get fucked, princess?"
"Yes," you sobbed as he grabbed your hips harder, hoping to leave a bruise, "it feels so good, Bucky, please don't stop!"
"I won't stop, pretty girl. Not until you cream on my cock," he grunted.
"Fuck, I'm close," you whined, "Bucky, I'm gonna come— oh god right there!"
And he was sure it couldn’t be fake from the way your body tightened and released so many times, the way you quivered and your breathing seemed to stop for a moment. Even though he could barely take it, he kept fucking you through it until you were shaking so violently that he worried about your health.
“You feel so goddamn good when you come, princess,” he moaned softly. “Tryin’ to milk my cock for all it’s worth, aren’t you?”
You laughed a little, sounding exhausted, but as he kept fucking you he could feel how sensitive you had become. When he reached down to push your skirt back up to your waist after it had started to fall down a bit, he felt his own movements in your gut and it took so much not to lose his cool in that moment. Instead, he pulled your upper body into his so that you could see in the mirror the way your lower stomach was bulging a bit each time he pushed in all the way.
"F-fuck, Bucky," you whimpered.
"Anybody ever been that deep inside you before?"
"No, not even close," you moaned.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked gently, kissing up and down your neck slowly to match his lazy, teasing thrusts.
"A little," you admitted, "but it feels good. Don't stop."
He wasn’t so brutal with his thrusts, still deep but with a patient, measured pace. It staved off his orgasm a bit longer, and it made you moan all slow and throaty which was not better or worse than the needy, high-pitched moans, but enjoyably different. You didn’t sound as desperate anymore (probably because you’d already come), instead seeming relaxed and calm— if still arching your back and biting your lip nonetheless.
"I wanna come inside you," he whispered right against your ear; he could feel the way you shivered as a result.
"Please," you whimpered.
"Is that what you want? Wanna be full of my come?"
"Yes," you sobbed, "yes, please Bucky I need it so bad!"
"Fuck, gonna fill you up so good, doll," he promised gruffly. "Want me to make you mine, beautiful?"
He knew it was a risky thing to say, but his risks had paid off so far, and he wasn't in his most cautious mood.
"Already yours, Bucky," you sighed, "I'm yours, please come in me…"
It hit him suddenly when you said that, and harder than he expected. He hadn't come like that in… he hadn't come like that ever. He preferred not to think about the sudden, wavering moan he let out in that moment because he wondered if it sounded unsexy, but thankfully his mind was distracted by the overwhelming sensation of his softening, sensitive cock still within you.
He managed to maneuver you in the way he needed as he pulled out, leaning you back into him and holding your legs open to the mirror in front of you.
"Look in the mirror, sweetheart,” he instructed, his whisper a little labored as he was still catching his breath, “watch my come leak outta your pussy."
You seemed to be in awe of it, despite it being the obvious outcome of what had just happened. To be fair, he was in awe of it in a sense, too; a thick, slow stream of sticky white come dripping down from your swollen hole and onto the floor… it was mesmerizing.
Your body was limp in his arms as he finally allowed you to rest, your eyes falling shut as you melted into his embrace. He took a moment to untie your wrists, tossing the garment aside with an exhausted sigh. “Bucky…” you mumbled sleepily, apparently just to say his name.
“Was that… sort of what you were hoping for today?” he asked softly, kissing your temple.
“And more,” you giggled. “Oh my god, I… I don’t even know how to describe that… you’re so… fuck, I don’t know, my brain is totally jelly right now.”
“In a good way?”
“In the best way.”
He smiled, admiring your vacant-yet-pleased expression and feeling satisfied with his work. You turned over to lay your head on his chest, and he gladly draped his arms around you in response. Holding you like this felt so purely right, in a way so few things did to him. Funny enough, even just having fucked you on the floor and already holding you afterwards right now, he felt nervous again that he would say something wrong. You were a modern woman, after all, and maybe this was this ‘hook-up culture’ he kept hearing about.
“Was that true what you said, doll?” he asked gently, feeling you stir a little and slide a leg up to rest over his. “Did you mean it when you said that you were mine? Or was it just, you know, the heat of the moment…?”
You smiled a little, looking kind of embarrassed. “Um, yeah, I meant that… I’m yours, if you want me to be.”
He didn’t feel as guilty for feeling so possessive over you now. Clearly it was appreciated, in the right context. And he was now at least 75% sure that this wasn’t a hook-up. “Well, I’m yours, too,” he replied with a soft laugh, “whether you want me or not.”
“I want you,” you confirmed.
You laid in silence together for some unknowable amount of time, but it was a purely unawkward silence. A peaceful silence, and one filled with possibilities, but not uncomfortable. Maybe it was uncomfortable in the sense that the carpet, while still being very plushy and expensive, was still the floor and not as forgiving as a bed… but it was completely worth it.
Part of him feared to ruin the moment by speaking, but much more of him feared that you would slip out of his grasp if he didn’t say something. "This may be the wrong time to ask this— or maybe just the wrong order to do this stuff in— but I wanted to ask if you'd like to join me for dinner sometime."
You laughed, but cuddled deeper into his chest. "Um, yeah, that would be nice."
"I just hope I'll find something nice to wear," he grinned.
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes headcanons#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x y/n
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uhm this is embarrassing thing to request but,,,,,,, how bout u know,,,,,, nsfw alphabet/scenario/hcs with blobster. 👁️👄👁️. I'm sorry.
Boston lobster: nsfw alphabet
Minors dni xoxo
A - aftercare
Admittedly kinda sloppy, it doesn’t occur to him that he should probably check up on you till he’s like “oh shit humans need water” and he suddenly shoots up to grab some and come back to you lmao
If you explicitly ask you get no back talk from him, he just carries you where you need to be and makes sure you’re feeling alright.
Will be endlessly prideful if u say you can’t walk, express your soreness at your sanities risk bc he’ll bring it up for ages
B- body parts
Oh he’s got no shame to tell you he loves your ass and thighs. The type to walk by you and give you a tap on the ass while smirking to himself. Doesn't matter how much or how little you've got he’ll still ask at least once if he can fuck your thighs lmao
Does his height count? He loves how he towers over most humans and food souls alike, chances are he’s probably taller than you, and he really likes that. Sulks a bit if you’re actually taller than him lmao.
They aren’t his favourite part of him but I gotta talk about the antennae. They’re weirdly sensitive, pulling him makes him squeak, which ends with him chasing you or with him chasing you, take your pick. When he catches you he makes it his goal to find a weirdly sensitive part of your body and to tease that spot endlessly. Tickle fight ensues but it’s more like you’re suffering while he’s maniacally laughing above you.
C - cum
It’s thick as fuck and very salty, rip lmao
He likes to cum inside or on your thighs, look they’re very squishy and nice ok he can’t help it </3
He’s also obsessed with not only making you cum, but just… your cum. Amab or afab readers, he will delight in making you watch him swallow. Would also bring his hand up to make you taste yourself, grinning the whole damn way.
D - dirty secret
He’s really affected by scents. If you have a signature perfume or cologne you wear all the time it can make him unbearably horny, since the smell lingers on his sheets and on his clothes long after you’re gone.
E - experience
A fair amount, out of curiosity. Not too many times as he’s spent a lot of years in total isolation. His curiosity is a more recent development, he finds he likes the feeling but something is just missing from his hookups. Then he meets you and is like “ohhhh a relationship is what it was, damn.” Once he realizes that, and even a little bit before when he first starts noticing his internal unease, the hookups stop so he can figure out how to swallow his pride and try and ask a human out lmao
F - favorite position
He loves doggy style because it’s just so so easy to control you that way. He loves to pull you back by your arms, spearing inside you at a punishing pace.
He also would love if you were flexible enough to push into a mating press, getting right next to your ear, whispering about how close he is.
G - goofy
Surprisingly, yea! He’s actually pretty good at making fun of himself, he just doesn’t do it often and doesn’t like it when someone he’s not close to does it. He gives little teases here and there, it eases tension quite a lot.
H- hair
He doesn’t shave for shit lmao. Intense happy trail, intense amount of body hair over all, he actually prefers it that way.
He keeps the same energy with your body hair and will come out and tell you he kinda likes it if you don’t shave. Ultimately he doesn’t think on it too hard, it doesn’t bother him in the end, whatever you want, he wants too!
I- intimacy
He’s not so good at being truly intimate, it’s just not something he’s used to being. If you ever, by some miracle, convince him to let you top him, he’s actually a lot softer and it’s easier to let his feelings speak for him. He also discovers he likes getting dommed a lot but he won’t tell you that lmao
J- jerk off
Not too often, he’s either super busy or he could just find you and solve the problem in an even more satisfying way.
If he ever can’t, expect him to grab one of your shirts to press to his nose as he fists his cock, the feeling of being surrounded by you is enough to help him finish when he desperately needs it.
K- Kinks
Well, the scent thing ofc.
He’s really into risky sex, a true exhibitionist. He’s hot, you’re hot, who wouldn’t want to see you both put on a show? If it gets it into their heads that no matter how bad they want you, you belong to him, your place is right here, getting split apart on his cock, he’ll make sure the message gets across.
Huge breeding kink. Hates the idea of kids but really likes the idea of claiming your insides. He’d love to push you into the mattress and release as deep as he can go.
He’s into humiliation as well, let him tease you while calling you his sweet little whore, he'll make it worth your while.
He’d love if you let him tie you up, he’d probably get into doing fancy designs that accentuates your body in the best way. A pretty rope to tie up and dick down a pretty s/o.
Also I can’t look at his skin where he’s got that suit on and not know he’s got a daddy kink, I just can’t. He doesn’t care for anything other than the title, it’s more about power than anything else. Call him daddy in public and watch how fast you get taken to a more private area. Or, maybe a less than private area, if you’d let him.
He’s got a thing for size difference as well, he loves to loom over you, even if he isn’t actually bigger than you.
L- location
Anywhere, anytime. He’s a prideful bastard, he’ll show off his ability to get you drunk off his cock any way he can. Not only isn’t there a spot in your house he hasn’t fucked you on, there probably isn’t a place on your street either.
M- motivation
What really gets him going is seeing you when you're at your most confident. If you come to him beaming about winning an award, wearing an outfit you feel great in, even if you just say something cocky, it just makes him so proud and eager to share that confidence with you. He doesn’t want to break you down, he wants to prop you up! Tell him about how good you feel, he’ll make you feel even better <3
N- no
As much as he likes to show you off, he doesn’t actually like the thought of a third party joining in. He might be swayed if it’s someone he really trusts. He also doesn't like receiving humiliation, he’s much too prideful lmao
O- oral
Please suck him off, he’ll be kinda rough with you but he’ll be nicer if you ask. He prefers to be mean though lmao. He likes ordering you around on what to do when you’ve got his dick in your mouth, his words get more incoherent the closer he is, though.
He’s just as eager to give you head too, he treats you like a whole 7 course meal. He loves biting around your thighs before ever touching where you're desperate for him to.
P- pace
Oh he’s punishingly hard. Loves to have a fast steady pace then stop as deep as he can and roll his hips a bit to make sure you feel just how deep his dick is inside you.
There are rare days when he’s feeling soft, those days he’s slow and methodical, gripping into your hips to make sure you can’t wiggle to increase your own pleasure, he wants you to savour the high he gives you.
Q- quickies
Well, why not! So what if you’re in an alleyway near a busy street, and anyone can walk by and see you getting pounded? You’re feeling heated aren’t you? Don't kid yourself, just turn around and let him take care of you.
R- risk
He lives for it. If you’d let him he’d bounce you on his cock in a plainly public place, like a subway car.
It’s a big fantasy of his for someone who absolutely pines for you to flirt just a little too hard, you coming to him and letting him fuck your right in front of them. It fuels his pride beyond belief to show you off.
S- stamina
His refractory time is fairly low. Even if he...can? doesn't really mean he wants to. He prefers either one drawn out, long round where you’ve both been edged to the point of desperation, or a few quick rounds throughout the day.
T- toys
At first they kinda hurt his pride but then he’s like “wait I can strap them on a vibrator and just sit back and watch” and then he’s totally on board lmao.
Forcing you to sit on a chair with a vibrator he had the remote to, keeping you on the edge and smirking while you beg and snivel, having no actual plans to give into your pleading.
U- unfair
Oh fuck yea, strap in babes.
He loves loves to edge the fuck out of you, he’d drag it out for hours if you’d let him. Even better if he can tie you down so you can’t squirm away from what he’s giving you.
Overstimulation is just as exciting to him, but he actually loves it more on himself. Sometimes he’ll overstimulate himself on purpose by still continuing to buck into you even after he’s already cum, determined to chase a second high no matter how painful it feels.
V- volume
Loud groans, and he won’t stop talking. Loves to ask you questions when you’re clearly way too blissed out to answer in any sort of coherent way.
He gets a lot louder near his release, he loves to bite into your shoulder to try and muffle himself. If he decides to be bold and let you hear him, he grabs your jaw and brings his face right next to your ear. What a show off.
W- wild card
He kidnaps small items that remind him of you, not just things that smell like you. That one earring you always wear, a glove, a necklace, picks flowers that remind him of you for whatever reason, he might even go out of his way to buy things that remind him of you, keep them to himself for a while, then give it to you when he’s sure it smells enough like him. He gives your stuff back… eventually.
X- X Ray
Oh please… he spits, sweats, and bleeds big dick energy. I refuse to believe his dick isn’t big enough to make you nervous. Would have you sit on his lap and track a finger up your stomach to measure how deep his cock can go.
Y- yearning
He’s pretty likely to mold to your sexual drive. However often you need him, he’s at your beck and call. He likes to keep it closer to 2-3 times a week if he can.
Z- zzz
He doesn’t sleep all that easily at all, but it gets a little easier when he’s got you in his arms. Prefers to be big spoon, and as much as he hates getting overheated, he just can’t will himself to let go of you. It’s ironically one of the most peaceful sleeps he’s ever had.
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OK GANG ! TIME TO SHOW OFF MY ENTIRE KANDI COLLECTION (as of now bc I make new kandi daily. oopsie!) >:D
(Under the cut for your convenience <3)
Starting off w the Newsies kandi I already posted separately ! They're very important ok they have to go here too
Top row: Newsies, Newsies but Trans, Santa Fe Prologue, Newsiegender flag
Bottom row: Crutchie, Crutchy, n York ! (<3333)
THEN ! The pride kandi ! I have . So much holy shit
First row: rainbow cuff, trans cuff, newsiegender cuff, progress pride cuff
Second row: nonbinary cuff, trans, dey/dem + nb flag, nonbinary, xenogender
Third row: catgirl + catgender flag, catgender, pan, pan Again, kandigender, newsiegender, queer + rainbow
THEN THE FANDOM ONES (not including Newsies)!!! There's a Lot of Badflower ones bc I made a lot to wear to the concert :]
First row: Pearl (Splatoon), Sam n Max (Sam and Max), Ramona (Scott Pilgrim </3)
Second row: Susie (Deltarune), Party Poison (Danger Days), Fun Ghoul (Danger Days), Tommy (HLVRAI)
Third row: Badflower, Fruityflower, x ANA x, OK I'M SICK
Fourth row: Don't Hate Me, This Is How The World Ends, OK I'M SICK cuff, Furby cuff (!!)
And then there's the Thank You For The Venom (MCR) necklace ! :]
Next up is just ,, miscellaneous ones ! I won't bother explaining these because there really isn't much to them
THEN THENECKLACES!!!
Mario Mushroom (I have a funky Mario shirt I wear with it), Gir, alien in a Funky UFO, Giraffe Beanie Boo, and monkey Wuggle Pet!!
AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST... MY PRIDES AND JOYS....
MY KANDI MASK AND UFO CUFF !!!!!!!!! I'm really really really proud of these :]]] they make me really happy !!
AAAND that's a wrap folks ! I have a few other small things (keychains, rings, stars, stim toys...) but I don't feel like digging around my room to get em all out KDSJDVJSGDJSGD,, so YEAH that's my collection! Hopefully this was mildly interesting :"]
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Is it cheating to submit a fic request for the pride post you just made? I neeeed the whole thing (I'm on my laptop, but insert the big gay eyes emoji)
fjskdgjslg "big gay eyes emoji" you know what? just for you. just for you i have written this. i'll clean it up and upload to ao3 later but for now: have 2.7k of len dragging a sunburnt, tipsy, and glitter-covered barry back to his apartment, and happy pride!
Len wasn’t the type to begrudge anyone a good time, especially when the good time involved loud music, leather harnesses, and throwing water bottles at cops. Central City’s annual pride parade came as close as it got to challenging that attitude; families, fellow queers, and queens descended on the city waving more flags than the United Nations after a hurricane, all decked out in color combinations that Len hadn’t been able to keep straight since the ‘80s.
The end result was the kind of crowds that could make a grown man feel claustrophobic in the middle of a city block, and that was without the visible haze of alcohol wafting off the whole event.
But what the parade lacked in personal space, it made up for with one very important commodity: unattended wallets.
The flock of sunburnt twinks in denim cut-offs made Len’s job almost too easy—a hand on a sweat-slicked lower back, a flash of blue eyes, and most of them wouldn’t have noticed their wallets going missing if Len had dangled their IDs in front of their faces afterwards. (While there were plenty of women dressed in just as little clothing whom Len certainly wouldn’t have minded getting within robbing distance of, he’d found queer women as a group to be less enthusiastic about uninvited touching and more enthusiastic about wallet chains, even when three sheets to the wind off of canned rosé.)
He’d taught a dozen visiting suburbanites the importance of not keeping valuables in their back pockets by the time he spotted a familiar profile in the crowd.
His usual red getup wasn’t much more modest than some of the outfits Len had already seen, but even knowing the shape of that body didn’t prepare Len for seeing Barry Allen stripped to the waist, bright-eyed and flushed and shimmering all over with a fine dusting of glitter. Len noted, on auto-pilot, that it didn’t seem like he’d put any of the glitter there himself; he was standing dangerously close to a drag queen throwing handfuls of the stuff on anyone who got within arm’s reach of her. It set the sun refracting off every dip and plane of muscle across Barry’s chest and stomach. Barry’s hair, already wild and dark at the roots with sweat, was full of it.
Len’s feet were carrying him closer before he gave himself permission to move. Barry managed to drag Len into his orbit at the best of times; visibly tipsy and dripping sweat, Len would’ve had better luck resisting the turning of the earth.
Up close, Len could take that Barry had lost his shirt somewhat recently; the slight touch of pink spanning his shoulders and chest had nothing on the serious flush across his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. He had a spray of new freckles as well. They were barely distinguishable under the haze of glitter stuck to his skin, but Len noticed them at once, the change unmistakable on an otherwise unchanging face (not a scar to be seen, even after three years of running into burning buildings and jumping in front of bullets; Len was equal parts frustrated and relieved).
It looked like someone had painted a few strokes of color across one of his cheeks at some point, but it was smudged to hell and back. The back of one of Barry’s hands was stained a tell-tale matching purple, and Len could only guess at what it had been at the start of the day.
He stepped into Barry’s space as easily as he had the rest, taking care to keep Barry between him and the source of the glitter, and hesitated for the briefest moment with his hand above Barry’s spine. He’d never touched Barry like this, skin to skin; the gloves had never come off between them, metaphorically or literally. Kept things neat.
Nothing about Barry was neat right now. He turned even before Len touched him, and the movement brought Len’s hand into contact with his side instead. It took everything in Len not to pull it back in a flinch, and he met Barry’s curious glance with a tightly-controlled smirk.
He’d expected Barry to step back, maybe add a bit of blush to those already-pink cheeks. Instead, Barry’s eyes took a belated second to focus, and then he gave Len a face-splitting grin.
“Snart!”
That time, Len did have to pull backwards to avoid Barry dragging him in for a hug. To think he’d been concerned about a hand.
Barry didn’t seem the least bit put out, smiling loose and easy like Len hadn’t iced him to the door of a bank vault the last time they’d seen each other. He hadn’t taken Barry for such a cheerful drunk—he seemed inclined toward melodrama on a good day—but Len would take it over any of the alternatives.
“Barry. Fancy seeing you here. And so much of you, at that.” He let his gaze slide down his bare chest and stomach, pulse ticking up at the warm brown of his nipples and the sharp vee of his hipbones that invited his gaze further down.
“You’re overdressed,” Barry disagreed. He wasn’t quite slurring, but there was a careful deliberation in his tone that told Len it was a near thing. He took a step closer and peered at Len, suspicion evident in those pale green eyes. “And… sober.”
“I’m not here to score. Perks include keeping my shirt on.”
For the briefest second, Barry looked almost disappointed. But it was gone in a blink, confusion taking over. He glanced down at himself, puzzled. Then his expression cleared, and he looked up with another easy-going smile. “I got hot.” His gaze dropped again, to Len this time, and he licked his lips. “Aren’t you… you gotta be hot in all that.”
Len was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and thin jacket, and it hadn’t hit eighty degrees all week. But he wasn’t in the mood to argue with drunk logic. And besides, another scan of the nearby revelers had made something unpleasant begin to scratch insistently at the inside of Len’s chest, and he tapped Barry under the chin with one knuckle to bring his attention back up.
The contact startled both of them—Len’s control had slipped, something he could not afford to happen around Barry Allen—but Len recovered first. “Where’s the rest of your team of do-gooders?”
“Lost ‘em.” Judging by the return of Barry’s crooked grin, it was an accomplishment, not a concern. “Cisco said the shot was too strong, but I didn’t wanna go. He’s the d…” He faltered, brows pulling together as he frowned. “S’the designed. Designinated, superhero, anyway. Shh!”
He shot a pointer finger toward Len in a movement that Len clocked, alarmingly, as intending to be pressed to his lips, as if he were the one who’d been chatting about Vibe’s secret identity. Len had three years of dealing with the Flash to thank for being able to catch Barry’s wrist in time to stop him, and he glared at him for the attempt.
But Barry only gave him a crinkle-eyed smile and twisted his hand in Len’s grip to clasp his wrist back. “S’so good to see you here. I didn’t think…”
“Don’t tell me you had me pegged for straight.”
Barry made a frankly insulting noise halfway between a scoff and a hiccup and tilted Len a condescending look.
“Speedster, remember?” he asked, far too loudly, even for a crowd currently screaming along to a pop song that’d been bad enough the first time Len’d heard it in 2000. “I see it when you...” He let go of Len’s wrist to make a gesture with two fingers, parting them in a V and sweeping them up and down Len’s body, the muscles in his forearm shifting distractingly under Len’s hand. God, the kid had to be a hundred degrees. “When you check me out. In the suit.”
Len smirked. “It’s cute you thought I was being subtle.”
“You’re cute,” Barry muttered, childish and sulky, and Len took it for the compliment it wasn’t.
“You had a point, Barry.”
Barry still looked displeased with him, but his brow was furrowed again when he met his gaze. This close, it was impossible to ignore that Barry had an inch or so on him. “About what?”
“You didn’t think…?” Len prompted him.
Barry stared at him blankly, and Len rolled his eyes and let go of his wrist.
“Get out of the sun, Barry,” he said. “Find a park bench. Wait for your little friends to come find you. Shouldn’t be hard—you’re as red as your suit.”
Barry either ignored his last comment or didn’t hear it. “Iris is here somewhere,” he said, possibly to himself. “She’s…” He twirled his finger absently beside his head. “Curly, today. And… bikini.”
Len strongly considered abandoning Barry to his sunburn to go find out for himself. But Barry was beginning to sway a bit, and a man closer to Len’s age than Barry’s was giving Barry’s toned back a speculative look from a few feet away, and Len gave in to the unsettled feeling gnawing at his ribcage. He refused to call it worry. It was annoyance—or, at the very least, the feeling was annoying him, which was close enough.
“As much a sight for sore eyes as that would be,” he said, allowing a magnanimousness he didn’t feel to color his tone, “I doubt Miss West ran away from her group and got heatstroke. Unlike some people”
Barry didn’t look the least bit chastened, lips curving up mischievously in a way that drew another couple interested looks. Len needed to get them both out of the crowd before he started breaking noses.
“Tell you what. Give Cisco a call, tell him you went home. My bike’s on Kingsbridge, away from the parade route.”
Barry’s smirk sharpened. “Trying to get me out of here, Snart? I thought you weren’t here to score.”
Len gave him a flat look, ignoring the decidedly interested way his body was reacting to Barry’s tone.
“You can barely stand.”
Barry’s eyes glittered at the challenge, and Len realized his mistake.
“Barry—”
He hadn’t even finished biting out the second syllable when the world spun out from under him, the noise and the heat and the press of the crowd swallowed up in a hair-raising charge of yellow lightning. Exactly two and a half seconds passed in a blur of movement, just long enough for Len to realize Barry was supporting the back of his head with one too-warm hand. Then the world came skidding to a stop around them. Barry’s momentum carried them both forward several feet even after their new surroundings materialized, and they very nearly went straight through a window again before Barry seemed to remember how to stop.
Len considered pushing him out the window anyway for the stunt. True, he’d been itching to get another taste of that feeling, the ozone snap-drag of Barry’s power like a live wire under his hands, but he’d rather have waited until Barry could pass a breathalizer.
He realized Barry still had an arm around him and shoved him off. It did nothing to dim Barry’s self-satisfied grin, and Len had to look away or risk giving into the interested once-over Barry was skimming over his body again.
“Pretty sure the point of a designated driver is not doing that.”
Barry followed him when he took a step back. Len made a calculated decision, decided the risk of touching Barry again was worth it, and pressed his fingers to the middle of Barry’s chest—right where the Flash insignia would be on his suit, his brain offered unhelpfully—and pushed him backwards, hard.
Barry unbalanced and wheeled back a step. Then the backs of his knees hit the edge of the couch, and he toppled, satisfyingly, back onto the dark leather cushions.
It was a nice couch. The whole apartment was nice, actually. Len could’ve drawn a perimeter of possible locations based on Barry’s speed and how long it had taken them to reach it if he hadn’t already known the address.
“Sit,” he said. And then, with a smirk: “Stay.”
Barry rolled his eyes. “Gonna have to ask nicer than that if you wanna boss me around in bed.”
The way he threw it out there, easy as anything, almost made Len miss a step as he turned away. He wasn’t going to lay a hand on Barry, not when he was drunk on sunlight and skin and whatever concoction Cisco had apparently cooked up for him. But hearing him say it, like they’d already gotten all of the messy parts out of the way—it set off warning bells in Len’s head, flashing past all the possible off-ramps he would’ve taken if Barry had ever tried to have the conversation in a more linear fashion.
“You’re drunk,” Len said, which was a coward’s answer, and behind him, Barry made a vague noise of agreement.
“Probably,” he acknowledged. “You could stick around ‘til I’m not.”
Christ. Len didn’t trust himself to look at Barry again, not when he knew he’d find him sprawled out and shedding glitter all over what had looked like a very expensive couch. “Stay,” he repeated, and went off to find the kitchen.
By the time he got back with two glasses of water, the problem had solved itself; Barry was out cold on the couch, his painting cheek pressed to the throw pillow he’d curled himself half-around. He was shivering faintly in the air conditioning, all cooled sweat and goosebumps, and Len resigned himself to the now-familiar impulse to help him that stirred in his chest. He put one of the glasses down on the table and, not trusting his hands, knocked his knee into one of Barry’s where it was bent close to the edge of the couch.
Barry buried his face into the pillow with a noise of displeasure, and Len said his name again.
“Last warning,” Len said. “Ten seconds, you find out if I put on steel-toed boots today.”
Barry groaned, and if the sound hadn’t made Len’s pulse skip, the easy shift of muscles in Barry’s arm as he pushed himself up to sitting again would’ve done the trick.
“Water,” Len said, unnecessarily, as he passed him the glass.
Barry took it with the tips of his fingers, as if it were something personally offensive to him, and took a single, polite sip before putting it down beside the other with no small amount of distaste. Then he glanced between the glasses, and up at Len, a dirty spark already lighting behind his eyes again.
“Don’t get your hopes up. They’re both for you.”
Barry let out a breath with audible annoyance and dropped back against the couch cushions to glare at him.
Len felt a modicum of sanity return to him. This, at least, was familiar ground: Barry, frustrated, asking for too much, too soon. True, it had always been about the hero business until now, but Len knew a pattern when he saw one. Give Barry an inch, and he always took a mile.
Len gave Barry one last, appraising look. He looked ridiculous, all self-righteousness and bare skin. There was only one break in the otherwise even coat of glitter, there on Barry’s side: faint, but unmistakable, the outline of Len’s hand on his waist. The feeling in Len’s chest coalesced into something pleased and possessive. He met Barry’s glare with a slow curl of his lips, then gave him an inch.
“Call me when you’re sober, Barry,” he said, letting his voice slip into the Cold drawl just to watch Barry’s eyes go dark. “And you can show me how well you sit up and beg.”
He could see the impatience radiating off of Barry’s frame, the effort it was taking him to stay on the couch instead of closing the space between them.
“Call your friends,” he reminded him. “Enough people got a look at your face today without the CCPD splashing it on every milk carton, too.”
In the elevator, Len reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the thin black wallet he’d liberated from Barry during their sprint across the city. Two and a half seconds: child’s play. A little extra incentive for Barry to track him down in the morning, not that Len thought he needed it. He flipped it open, noted the deer-in-the-headlights picture of Barry on his driver’s license with amusement, and then thumbed open the bill compartment.
Len smirked. Barry wouldn’t miss a few dollars; he owed him for the dry-cleaning it was gonna take to get the glitter out of his jacket, anyway.
#coldflash#leonard snart#barry allen#the flash#my fics#is 10 pm on a tuesday peak posting time? no! is it when i finished this? yes!#also this is blatantly nyc pride sorry#write what you know etc
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Inspired by the Lego Eda meme and the fact that I have a Lego collection, in this post I submit to the world my attempt at building real-life Lego TOH characters >:)
With my extensive collection, I thought I'd be able to make a fairly good attempt at this, and I guess it's pretty good considering the limitations of Lego piece shapes, colours and prints, but wow do they look... not great in some areas! :D
The most-recently referenced episode for this creation would be.... S2E06 Hunting Palismen.
Before I do a character-by-character breakdown, I guess I should note: I had to completly ignore the character's races when making them out of Lego. This is because, while you can get different skin tones in Lego, there's not many of them and they mostly come in licensed sets (which I don't really have), so I'm pretty much unable to create coloured characters. Therefore I have yellow-washed everyone. Sorry about that, I know it's not great!
Onto the breakdown...
Lego Luz
Her hair comes from a secret agent guy, and her cat hoodie is now blue and she stole it from Wyldstyle from the Lego Movie
The colours on her shirt have mixed like paint to create solid lavendar. Goodbye, asexual pride flag reference 😔
She has striped shorts, because it was either that or I give her the legs from this guy
Owlbert is now a snake
Lego King
Looks terrifying
Is tall
Has taken the main part of his body from Scratchy of The Simpsons, and his tail from a wolf... Now we know what his heritage is!!
In an attempt to make him look less terrifying, I gave him a teddy bear. I can't say it was a successful attempt though
Even if I did have short dark grey legs to give him, it wouldn't work because the tail is too tall to work with short legs 😥
Lego Willow
...yeah she's not wearing her yellow dress :( She's wearing stuff she stole from a random suburban girl and Jack Skellington instead
She does have flowers though :) Or, alternatively, vines >:)
Lego Gus
His illusion power comes from the ring from Lord of the Rings! That's his little spell circle he uses when he makes mini Guses!
The mini Guses in question are the awesome nanofigure statue pieces!! This one's in silver, they don't exist in transparent blue (yet?)
Lego Amity
She's outgrown her hair, dyed it pink, and added a sparkly silver star. This is... Season 3 Amity??
She's carrying a giant book because 1) this is Amity Blight we're looking at, and 2) it covers the fact that she's not wearing her necklace and that I had to make her leggings and boots a different colour :I
Lego Grom Luz
EASILY MY FAVOURITE ATTEMPT
The moment I noticed the pink tutu piece I knew I had to attempt making her in this outfit!
She has the slicked-back hair too... Just don't look at her from the side because then you'll see that she had to grow werewolf ears in order to get it
She also has the mace >:D
She gets her own, unshared cubicle in my display thing because the tutu is simply too big to put another character beside her :( Ideally I woulda had Willow and Gus get their own spaces, but tutu Luz didn't allow it
Lego Grom Amity
This Amity decided to be a bit casual with her hair this Grom, putting it into a messy bun. Don't criticise her for it, because she's got a lot on her mind tonight, and I do not want to give her the only other green hair piece I have instead.
She borrowed the botttom part of her dress from Patty from the Simpsons, unfortunately
Despite all this, she's smiling and she's gonna have a good night :)
Lego Emira
I only really made the twins because I knew they wouldn't look great, so I thought it'd be amusing if I tried. Why wouldn't they look good, you ask? Because Emira's hair is the back of a lizard!!
Their tunics do look cool though - they came from Jafar from the second Disney Minifigure series
Lego Edric
Like Emira, he wears an elf hat instead of having actual hair on the top of his head. The elf hat comes with elf ears attached, which is cool because they're witches... but it stops being cool when you realise that none of the other witches have these ears, not even their younger sister 😔
Lego Hunter
...he actually turned out pretty gooood 🧐 I wasn't expecting that...
His palisman is Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes. Apparently cardinals are associated with phoenixes so that's pretty cool because I can use it as an excuse
His hair is from this dog show guy
His chestplate thing came from a golden winged warrior man
He is a mad but sad boy
Lego Tibbles
Yes I made the fandom's most hated character instead of Raine or someone, anyone else! (I really don't know how I'd attempt making Raine... their hair??? how am I gonna get a hair part in that kind of colour for starters...) I had to though because I had pig ears AND a devil tail, AND a potion, AND tarot cards, so I knew he'd turn out great if I made him!!
And he did turn out great! :D My only complaint is that, like King, he's far too tall
Overall I'm happy with my little project here :) Some parts are awful (the Blight children's hair situation, King's head...), but some characters actually look great I think (Grom Luz, Hunter)!
Making characters out of Lego is actually a running thing for me: I did it for Steven Universe, OHSHC, BNHA, and now this 🤔 I guess that's how I know I'm enjoying a show, if I suddenly decide to make a Lego tribute for it 😅
#toh#the owl house#toh lego#toh season 2#enchanting grom fright#toh luz#toh king#toh willow#toh gus#toh amity#toh edric#toh emira#toh hunter#toh tibbles#toh S2A 3 week anniversary
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❛ THE PROPOSITION ❜
with Angel Reyes.
Chapter Three, final. Index.
Request #1: Hola! Angel asking for Felipe to have Marisol's ring cause he went to propose to his girlfriend. But Felipe says No cause he thinks EZ deserve its more. ( And cause WE know he love EZ more ) So Angel is like " Fuck this shit" And either is breaks in Felipe house to steal this ring Or Either he go brought the biggest and perfect ring ! 🤩
BY ANON
Request #2: Hey! Angel do something very impressive for his girlfriend ( like big and impressive asking for marriage or Travel 5 states just for see her) and this ending by Felipe being very impressive by his Sons and take conscience he is a bad dad for Angel. 🙏❤️🤟🤟
BY ANON
Warnings: none.
Word count: about 3k
Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!
Gif credits: @pantherclawz
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Almost one week without hearing his voice. Receiving one or two text messages per day, just to tell you that he's tired or that he's working. You know he is hiding something, confirming your suspicion when EZ began to decline all your calls. And, when you talked with Felipe three days ago, the only thing he told you was that he didn't know anything about his kids. So you started to think the worst. At first you thought that maybe Angel had an accident and his brother was trying to cover him, but when you called Bishop this morning, you heard your boyfriend's voice saying that he was ‘going to pick up the girl’. And now, you don't know what to think.
Licking your lips, sitting in the back garden of the house, you play with your phone between your fingers. It's almost midnight and it's a little cold outside, wearing nothing but an Angel's shirt. You decide to call him again, but it's his voicemail who answers again, even if you shouldn't be doing it after drinking too many beers, while your friends are sleeping and resting for the last seminar the next morning. But you wait for the last tone.
“Hey, it's me… your girlfriend, remember? I've been calling you… I don' know, maybe the fucking whole day. Where the fuck are you, Angel? And don't you fucking dare to tell me that you were working, 'cause I heard you this morning talking about some bitch to pick up. But fo' say something, first you have to answer the fucking phone!”
Sounds pathetic the way you are talking to him, saying all the things that you wouldn't say to him being sober. Hiccuping, you find yourself crying unconsolable, with an agonic pain oppressing your chest and squeezing your heart.
“Just… two fucking weeks, Angel! You couldn' keep your fucking dick inside your pants, for two fucking weeks! Is that the… shit I mean to you? Two years thrown overboard because of what? How many times have you done it, ah? All these… shit about not calling during a run… were you doing the same shit, Angel? How many fucking times has you betrayed me?!”
You can't help but laugh bitterly, cleaning your tears with the back of your hand, trying to calm yourself and to not wake up anyone.
“I fucking love you… with all my heart. I didn' complain about anything, never…” Although your voice sounds low and a little bit calmed, inside you there's a storm devastating you. “I put you first, always, since the first moment I met you… I can't fucking believe you're gonna lea—leave me and… the way you're doing it… I thought you were different, but I guess I was wrong”.
Hardly sniffing, you close your eyes letting go everything inside your chest, before finishing the message. Curling up your legs to surround them with both arms, you rest your chin over your knees. You can't avoid thinking about all those times he has promised you a future together, living in a big house and having children. Or about all those times he has been crying clinged to you, talking about how his father has been always putting him apart. You have cared about him more than anyone in his life. You have given him all. Without asking anything back, more than loyalty. And you wouldn't even have to ask for it.
Even so, you're starting to regret all the things you have said, without knowing if it's true or not. But how are you going to find it out, if anyone says nothing?
“Oh, shit… Oh, shit, shit, shit…” Angel is sitting on top of his bike, with a hand holding his phone and the other rubbing the bridge of his nose.
His brothers are looking at all the gestures that he's drawing unconsciously on his face. Rage, sadness, incredulous… When the message ends, he lies down over the handerball, softly hitting his head against it. He tries to call you, but your phone is practically dead, off of battery. Bishop walks towards him, having a sip from his beer.
“All good, Angel?”
“She thinks I'm fucking cheating her, because he heard me say about picking up Leti, this morning”. Stepping out from his motorcycle, he looks for Tori's number, hoping she answers the call.
Walking around the parking like a locked lion in the zoo, he's starting to think about driving right now to Los Angeles.
“The hell is wrong with you, shithead?” The female voice sounds tired, being interrupted by a long yawn.
“Tori, listen. Find (Y/N). She's drunk, thinking I'm cheating on her”.
“Yeah, 'cause you have been ignoring her ass”.
“I've been workin—”.
“Nah, c'mon, Angel. Tell these tales to someone wh—”.
“I was working to buy a wedding ring”.
Silence. Tori suddenly sits up on her bed, turning on the lights and waking up Sarah. The girl who was sleeping peacefully, now is being woken up by shaking her left arm. Having some growls as response, she looks at her girlfriend frowning, while she hears Angel's voice through the speaker.
“Just listen, please. Calm her down, okay? 'Am coming tomorrow to LA. I already talked to your boss and I can't tell you anything else. Just… calm her down, please”.
“Okay, we got this, Angel”.
Hanging up the call, both girls jump off from the bed, walking towards your room. Empty. But following your crying, they stick out their heads by the window, finding you in the garden. This hurts them too. They were with you the night you met Angel, and they also love him a lot. They know how much he cares about you and even if Sarah and Tori couldn't believe that he was with another girl, it wasn't normal his way to act the last days. But now, everything has sense, and they are pretty excited to see him tomorrow and discover what he has been preparing for the proposition.
Going downstairs and trying to hide their happiness, your friends sit by each side to hug you. A collective hug to make you feel somewhat better, but you can't stop crying.
“Baby… what's up?” Tori asks, caressing gently your hair.
“This… fucking bastard… I fucking gave him all, the best of me!”
“You talkin' 'bout Angel? C'mon, (Y/N)! He told you he made the most of his time to work a little more, and not miss you. Two weeks is too much time for you both”.
“I heard him talking about another girl”.
“So, what? Since when he can't have friends, ah? I have slept with him at his house… hundred times, and that doesn't mean that I cheated Tori, or he cheated you. And believe me, your boyfriend is a fantasy even for me”. Sarah says, making you chuckle in some way. “I'm sure he has been working hard, as you do when he is traveling. So, don't think any bullshit about Angel. He loves you more than anything, okay?”
“Let's go to bed, okay, honey? We have to be awake in five hours for a long, long, long seminar. Lucky it's the last one”. Tori says standing up on her feet, helping you to get up from the grass.
Angel comes into the clubhouse with an excited smile on his lips, like a child on Christmas Day, rubbing his hands and clapping happily calling everybody's attention.
“You got it, hermano?”
He nods energetically, walking fast to the main round table, where the oldest were waiting for him to come back from the jewelers. The Reyes tucks a hand inside his pocket in complete silence, putting over the wood a small red velvet box. Between his fingers, he supports the bottom part to open the top, showing the ring for what he has been working too hard the last two weeks; without sleeping, without resting, without a drop of alcohol, without partying. Nothing. Just working hard. The fine gold ring is perfectly resting inside a small gap, showing only the top of it. A king's crown with a diamond in it, that shines so easily with natural light that could illuminate a whole room. The crew is looking at it fascinated. And yes, the ring couldn't be perfect, but it's the feeling of pride for Angel that makes them smile.
“Fuck, brother… If she doesn' want to marry you, I will”. Creeper is captivated by the jewel, with his eyes fixed on.
“Why the fuck she wouldn't want to marry me, dumbshit?”
“Ignore him, carnal”. Coco palms his back, resting his arm on a shoulder.
“So, what you say, ah?” He asks, anxious to hear Bishop, Tranq and Taza's opinion. Without them, it couldn't be possible.
“Fuck, man, I would marry you too if you propose me with this ring”. Che is the first one, taking the step to grab the small box and have a closed look from it.
“You did a good job, Angel. You deserve it”. Tranq just says with both arms on the table.
“Prez?”
Bishop keeps looking at the box, seeming thoughtful, slowly raising his eyes to the others after some seconds in silence.
“I think you are doing the right thing for the first time since I know you. That girl deserves a man like you, Angel. And I know she is not the kind of woman who would care about the ring, but you found the perfect one”.
Your boyfriend can't feel more proud. It would be impossible.
“Go change your clothes, you have four hours of road ahead”. El Presidente places a hand on Angel's nape with a soft narrow over it.
He just nods, keeping again the box inside a pocket to get up and leave the place to his dorm, where he has been sleeping the last two weeks. The black jeans and the white shirt are perfectly stretched over his bed. The Reyes hurries up to have a shower, not wasting a second more, brushing and doing his hair with trembling fingers. He hasn't known anything about you since he talked with Tori and Sarah some hours ago, hoping that they finally calmed you down and got you rid of those ideas about him cheating you. When he's already dressed, sitting on the edge of the mattress to put on his boots, Angel grabs the black bomber jacket trespassing the box from a piece of clothing to the other, zipping the pocket to not lose it.
Coming back to the main room of the clubhouse, his brothers receive him between whistles and cheers.
“Man, you smell good”. Coco says coming too close.
“Ah, ah. Take care, brother. Don't want you to stain my fresh clothes”. He says taking a step back.
“My apologies, your grace”. He chuckles.
“Bishop?”
“Templo”. Taza says having a sip from a coffee.
Checking the hour on his phone, assuring himself that he has enough time, the Reyes leads his steps to the meeting-room, closing the glass colorful door behind him.
“Already leaving?”
“Yeah, prez, I just… want to thank you for giving me the three k left. I will continue working to gi—”.
“Take it as a wedding gift”. The mexican stops him with his own words, shaking his head and making a light gesture with a hand.
“I couldn't do it without you, Tranq and Taza”.
“I heard what you told to your brother. In the office”. He says then, lying back on his chair. “I am not going to… give you my opinion about your father, but he shouldn't behave like that, Angel”.
“I know, Bishop. And… I would thank you for not telling anything about it to (Y/N). She loves my pops”.
“That honors you”.
“Don't know, but I don't wanna be like him”.
El Presidente simply nods.
“Bring back Mrs. Reyes”.
Your head hurts like hell, having to use your glasses because of the blurry gaze you have got by the hangover. The seminar is turning out eternal. The last thing you care about right now is how to operate with an open heart, you have already done it and you could skip this part. But it's for compulsory attendance. So there you are, drawing nothing on your iPad as if you were taking notes, fighting against the pain, the tiredness and the uncertainty about Angel. He continues not answering your text or calls, and you can't help but think about what Sarah told you last night.
“... you for coming, and I hope that these two weeks have been productive for your learning”.
The claps flood the conference room, while the other doctors begin to pick up their stuff and finally leave the place. You can't believe that it's already done and that you're allowed to come back home, checking again your muttered phone expecting to find something. But the notifications bar is empty.
“Ladies and gentlemen, if you don't mind, I'm going to steal you a couple minutes. Sit back, please”. The voice of your boss through the speakers makes you raise an eyebrow.
“The desire to be noticed by that man fucks me up”. Tori chuckles with a low tone, sitting again over her seat.
“I know that we all are tired, but it's just going to be a couple minutes, I promise. I just want to help a friend”.
“No…” Sarah looks at her girlfriend really surprised, making you frown confused.
“Girls, the fuck you did?”
“You just… enjoy the show, my dear”.
You can see your boss making a gesture to someone by a side of the stage, to come closer. But when your eyes find Angel walking over it, your blood freezes and your heart stops. Lucky you're between almost more than two hundred doctors and surgeons. Leo gives up the micro to your boyfriend, looking for you. And obviously, your two friends start to yell like crazy to call his attention.
“Hey, ahm… You don't know me and I don't know you, but… I'm Angel. Dr. (Y/L/N)'s boyfriend and I came to… give her an important message”. He says with a nervous tone, before smirking at you, clearing his throat. “Hey, baby, can you… can you come here, please?”
“Go”. Your friends push you to get up, but your legs feel like butter about to fall downstairs.
As soon as he's able to hug you, he does, not caring about the claps from the people in front of you.
“Okay, okay, listen”. Holding one of your hands and pulling himself away, he laughs a little bit nervous for a second. “We met two years ago, in the middle of nowhere. I was fuc— sorry. I was hurt because of a fight. And you fixed up my wounds with so much love, patience and care, that I fell for you”.
“Angel…”
“Sh, listen. I think I'm going to have a heart attack, so let me talk before falter to the floor. Listen, you have been my best friend, my anchor, my reason to live since then. I love you more than I could ever love anyone... I can't live without you, baby. And before you say anything else like last night, no. I didn't try and I'm not going to do it, because I'm lost without you, (Y/N). So, ahm… Hey, boss, can you hold the mic'?” Turning to Leo, the man takes it back.
You're trembling, looking at your friends for a moment trying to find an explanation. But when your gaze is again on your boyfriend, he's already kneeling with a hand inside a pocket grabbing something. A small red box. And you can't believe what's happening. Taking a step back and covering your face with both hands, you start to cry like a child, with your pulse racing under your skin.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), would you marry me?”
The crew is waiting anxiously at the porch, after not receiving any news back from LA. But they all get up from their seats on the sofas and the stairs, when they hear Coco's car being driven by Angel coming closer. As soon as he parks it close to the bikes, not finding you on the passenger seat and looking at the devastated gesture on his face, they know that the proposition wasn't as they were expecting. Stepping out of the car, he just shrugs his shoulders.
“Hey, carnal, it's okay. She will reconsider it”. Coco says hugging his friend, trying to comfort him.
“She will say yes, Angel, don't give up”. Bishop palms softly his nape.
And you are drowning in laughs hidden on the floor of the back seats. Looking slightly through the window, you find the crew very affected because supposedly you said ‘no’. Taking some air, you jump out of the car yelling with a huge smile on your lips.
“Surprise, madafakas!”
“Jesus fucking Christ! I'm too old for these frights!” Taza shouts at you back, indignant with a hand on his chest barely breathing.
“I'm confused”. Gilly says from nowhere.
“What? Doesn't sound good Mrs. Reyes for you?” Walking towards them, raising the hand with the amazing ring, they all look surprised.
“I'm going to fucking shoot you, Angel”. Bishop threats him, before leading his steps to yours. “Welcome home, querida”.
“Thank you”. Hugging him, you rest your head against his chest. “Angel told me you help him”.
“It was nothing, kid”. Clicking his tongue and pulling himself away, he caresses your cheek for a second.
“Yo! Mami! You look stunning now that you're engaged”. Coco lifts you up between his arms, narrowing you under his grip.
“Yeah, you see?!”
“Hey, hey, social distancing”. Your future husband takes you off from his friend's hands, to hold you closer with an arm surrounding your neck.
“Look at you, Mr. and Mrs. Reyes”. Creeper says very proud, nodding in accordance.
“Let's celebrate it that you didn' kick my ass, mi dulce”.
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Can we have a full smut w Kakashi 🥺👉👈 I've asked you for Kakashi stuff before but I rlly like how you write and I'm a whore 😌
↳ yess we love kakashi content here 🤭 and sksjdj I felt that last part
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you were pressed up against the wall, kakashi pinning both your wrists above you with his forearm. "did you think I wouldn't notice? you were practically throwing yourself at yamato."
of course you knew he would notice, that was what you wanted. whenever he got jealous it usually led to him ramming his cock into you and his dominance never failed to turn you on. it could go two ways, you could be a brat disobey him, and he'd punish you. or you could be a good girl and he'd reward you.
usually you would be a brat since it was fun making him mad but you were so horny at the moment that all you wanted was to be a good girl for him. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again."
he scoffed, "you better not or I won't hesitate to fuck you right in front of yamato."
he noticed the way your eyes widened at his words and how you rubbed your thighs together. honestly you weren't too opposed to the idea,and you felt your underwear dampen up just at the thought. "yamato-"
his smashed his lips against yours, shutting you up before he pulled away. "I don't want to hear you say his name. you sure know how to test me don't you?"
just smile and nod. or at least that's what you wanted to do. he picked you up and placed you down onto the bed, putting his knee against your clothed cunt and moving it. you squirmed below him, wanting to move your hips but you knew better than that.
he lowered himself and lifted your shirt up, you took the cue and helped him. he groaned at the sight. "not even wearing a bra? what a dirty girl."
he wasted no time in sucking on one of your tits, his tongue swirling around your hardened nipple. his hand made it's way to your other one, pinching and fondling it. he heard your whines and you felt him smirk against you. honestly though he was desperate too, wanting to make sure you knew who you belonged to.
he stopped and pulled your shorts off, holding back a groan when he saw how soaked your underwear was already.
his thumb pressed harshly on your clit, making you moan out his name. "look at you moaning like a little desperate slut. could yamato make you feel this good?" you wanted to say yes just to piss him off but you were to desperate, the only thing you could do was shake your head. and he rewarded you, rubbing you at a faster pace.
it was a pretty sight for him, all he was doing was rubbing your clit and yet your eyes were shut tightly and your mouth was gaped open and releasing all sorts of pretty sounds. he shoved his fingers into your mouth, making you gag on them. "suck. you don't want to wake everyone up do you?"
you shook your head, doing as told and swirling your tongue around them. he hummed out of satisfaction and for being such a good girl he decided to give you more. he stopped for a second to take your underwear off before continuing his movements on your clit and thrusting two fingers into your throbbing cunt.
your body jolted with each thrust, your tits bouncing up and down in sync. your hair was getting messier each time your head rubbed up against the pillow. you were drooling, and all this combined made him want to fuck you.
his movements got sloppier when you tightened up, and somehow it only spurred you on. your eyes rolled back when you felt your orgasm crash over you, legs shaking and wrapping around his torso tightly.
he pulled his hands away and watched through lidded eyes. his body moved against his will, his hands lowering and wrapping around his cock. he was getting off to the sight, and you could've sworn that you heard him whimper but it was cut off by his voice. "turn around, ass up. I'm going to fuck you hard that you won't even remember your name by the end of it."
of course you did as told, you wanted to be a good girl just for him. wanted him to use you for his own pleasure, it was dirty but the thought made your cunt ache for him again despite the fact that you had just orgasmed.
his big hands kneaded your ass and then slapped it, the sharp pain made you let out a muffled moan into the pillow. he took a second to take it all in, but even he had reached his patience. he aligned himself with your entrance, the head of his cock lightly grazing your folds. and with just that you were already whimpering, head dizzy from the feeling.
he looked down at the way his cock sinked into your cunt and he couldn't help but groan at the filthy sight. his cock was wet from your arousal, and he knew that it was dripping down your thighs.
he held your hips tightly before ramming into you, but afterwards his thrusts were only slow paced. he did this on purpose even though it was hell for him too. but he wanted to hear you beg, wanted to hear the desperation in your voice.
and it worked, you were frustrated as hell at how slowly he was going. and you knew what he wanted, and under other circumstances you wouldn't have wanted to give in but you were so desperate for him this time.
he slapped your ass again to encourage you, this time rougher than last time. you let out a choked moan, unable to take it anymore. "faster!"
"what was that? I couldn't hear you?" he teased, making you whine out of frustration. he wasn't entirely wrong though, all the noises that you let out were muffled because of the pillow, and he wanted to hear you clearly.
you swallowed your pride, tightening your grip on the bedsheets and lifting your head up. your cheeks were heating up, embarrassed that you were actually going to beg. but you knew he was at his limit too, you wouldn't have to say much for him. "your cock feels so good! kakashi, please go faster! I-"
your sobs turned into mumbles and even through he could hear you weren't making any sense at all. he had just fucked you senseless and he took pride in that, especially since he wasn't going fast at all. he pulled your hair back and in the process also pulled your body up until your back was flush against his chest. his other hand snaked up to wrap around your neck, he squeezed it but not to the point that you couldn't breathe.
he set an animalistic pace, making you throw your head back against his shoulder. he took the opportunity to latch his lips onto your neck before just mumbling filthy things against it. "you're such a fucking whore."
it was like your walls were sucking him in, and it felt so good. he panted into his ear, not afraid to let you know how it made him feel.
you shook against him, feeling your body tingle and your eyes roll back as you reached your climax. he felt you tighten up around him and he groaned, it felt like you were milking his cock. "yeah that's it, cum around my cock like the good slut you are."
even after you were done he continued slamming into you, showing no signs of stopping his brutal pace. you let out loud whines, the overstimulation overwhelming you. it hurt but it also felt so deliciously good at the same time. "k-kakashi! please, I'm so sensitive right now agh!"
your words only encouraged him and you could feel his breath pan onto your neck. "shh, be a good girl and take it."
you whimpered, feeling flustered. that was all you wanted. to be a good girl for him. you wanted to please him and make him feel good. so you let him do whatever he wanted, feeling your heart do little flips.
his arm went around your hip, reaching down to rub your clit. your mouth gaped open, letting out a silent cry as you felt a familiar knot form in your stomach again. it hadn't even been five minutes in and you were already about to reach your high again. it felt too good though, and you found yourself practicing sobbing as you orgasmed.
the way your cunt clenched around him threw him over the edge. his thrusts grew slower and then he pulled out, his cum splattering onto your back and dripping down. you shuddered at the feeling, moaning his name as you clenched around nothing.
you turned around with a wide grin on your face, so innocent looking as in contrast to everything you two had just done. his eyes widened and he suddenly got really flustered, but he smiled too. you then rolled your eyes playfully, "someone has to work on their jealousy issues."
he scoffed, a teasing glint in his eyes. "oh yeah? remember when I told you about hanare?"
how could you forget? you tied kakashi onto the bed and teased him until he almost passed out. good times. you feigned a frown though, "nope. mind telling me again?"
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Hello! I wanted to ask if you had some tips for first Pride? Or just being an adult at pride in general? I'm excited to get a trans pride shirt from your store for one! I really respect your hardcore inclusion and general thoughts, if you have a few spoons to spare! Thanks
Hydrate. Seriously. Bring water with you. Gatorade works too. Drink before you think you’re thirsty.
Bring high-protein snacks.
Wear sunscreen. This is all really basic stuff but the number of times that I have seen queers get second-degree sunburns and get sun stroke and pass out because they haven’t eaten? A lot.
Set boundaries for yourself before you go and stick to them. Is it okay for people to hug you? Are you looking for someone to hook up with? (Seriously, think about this stuff ahead of time. Lots of flirts occur at Pride.)
Are you drinking alcohol at Pride? If so, do you have a buddy? I know it’s really tempting to believe that everyone’s gonna be totes cool, but my ex-girlfriend got roofied at a gay bar. Don’t let your guard down on basic bar-related self-care just because you’re at Pride.
Seriously, take a buddy if you can. Pride’s better with friends. :D
Be aware of where you are. Are you in a family-friendly part of Pride, or are you in an adult-oriented part of Pride? Does your Pride have segmented areas like this? Be cool around the kids. :D
Enjoy yourself. You’ll be surrounded by community. Take deep breaths of free air. Let the weight lift for a while. I realize this sounds like it’s at conflict with #5, but it isn’t.
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