#with his stripped long sleeve under his black. shirt and his pink hair

[ghost-of-you]

Obsessed with this energy.

[llumimoon]

making an AU based off a show based off a doll line means I go WAY TOO HARD on trying to figure out the fits.

here are the designs for the Ever After High AU !!! :D the story this time around is like. WAY too complicated to explain in one post but like the super duper summarized version is this:

For generations the citizens of Ever After have been following the tradition of signing a magical contract in the Storybook of Legends promising to relive their parents' fairytales to keep the stories alive. But there's a bit of an uproar when the newest Evil Queen in ages refuses to follow her destiny and things start to get a little complicated as the students at Ever After High realize that maybe not everything has been played by the book in the past. When Normal breaks a magic mirror he REALLY wasn't supposed to find, his life and story are thrown into chaos. Add in some wildcard Wonderlandians and now nothing's going according to the script. Is a happily ever after really possible?

The AU doesn't follow the show to an exact T, we mostly borrowed some elements and the initial Raven and Apple conflict so there's quite a lot of surprises in store :3c

(EAH AU made by @rindomness, @kaseyskat, and I!! <3 :])

Edit: more designs

image description under the cut

[ID: Four Images of dndads season 2 characters in an Ever After High AU, the first two images being design pages and the last two being doodle pages.

Image 1: A character line up of three designs, from left to right Scary Marlowe, Normal Oak, and Hermie Unworthy. They are each labeled with the fairytale characters they represent, from left to right Evil Queen, Snow White, and Mad Hatter. Hermie has a speech bubble that says "Hello ~ Audience! (yes you looking here)". On the far left Scary stands with her left hand on her hip and her right hand resting palm up with swirlfs of magenta and purple magic coming up from it. She has a serious look on her face and is wearing black mascara and purple eyeshadow. Her hair is various shades of purple to pink and is put up in a side ponytail with a spiky silver hair accessory along with a silver chain around her forehead. She is wearing a black cape with a magenta underside and a sleeveless ankle length dress and long fishnet gloves. The dress has a fishnet neckline and a purple jewel with silver wings on her chest that connects to the hood of her cape. There are chains that connect on he bottom of the jewl to loop around her back. She is wearing a black corset with silver lacing and the bottom of the corset is embellished with silver feathers and a stylized silver crow head. The skirt has a slit down the right leg that is connected with a silver chain and has a dark purple mesh layer on the top half of it. She is wearing black leggings underneath and platform ankle boots that are also decorated with mesh, chains, and lace. She has spiky silver bracelets and fingerless gloves on the back of her hand that connect to a silver ring with a purple gem on her middle finger. To her right stands Normal who is at shoulder length height to Scary and stands up to Hermie's eyes on his left. Normal stands with his right hand up holding a red apple and his left hand playfully posed out by his side. He is smiling cheerfully with an open mouth and has one green and one brown eye. He is wearinf a small tilted red and gold heart shaped crown with a teal bow on the bottom. He has short curly brown hair. He is wearing a white high collared shirt with long sleeves, lace details, and puffy teal shoulders. He has a short red cape attached to a big red bow with gold trip on his chest and a gold apple brooch in the center. He has a brown belt with a gold buckle and gold chains connected to the belt loops. He has puffy teal shorts with three red slits on each side and a white lace trim. He has sheer white tights with white vertical strips and red and white boots with gold detailing and a brown heel. To his left stands Hermie who has his right hand holding a teacup filled with tea at his stomach and his right hand is up to wave at the viewer. He is smirking and has teal hair with various turquoise and pink highlights. He is wearing a purple and magenta striped hat wirh a teal polkadot bow. He also is wearing teal glasses with a circle and square frame with purple and pink lenses and a rose gold glasses chain. He has a striped teal vest that has a long coat tail with pink and purple detailing on the underside. He has a rose gold pocket watch in his vest pocket and a purple and magenta bow on his chest. The collared shirt underneath is a light striped pink and lavender with puffy sleeves that turn into big circle sleeves with a lace trim. He has pink and purple gloves with a magenta ribbon around his wrists. His skirt is mid thigh length and has three layers, the top layer is magenta and has teal and purple polkadots, the second layer is vertically striped with pink and lavender, and the bottom layer is lavender lace, and the whole skirt has rose gold detailing. He has thigh high horizontally striped socks with lace trim and teal, pink, and purple heel boots with purple bows and laces.

Image 2: A character lineup of two designs, zoomed in so that the lower legs are cut off. Link is on the left labeled Prince Charming while Taylor is on the right labeled Queen of Hearts. Taylor has a mischievous smile on his face and his fist in the air as he shouts "Off with their heads!" while Link has one hand up to stifle a laugh and a fond expression and the other hand rests on the hilt of his sword on his belt. Link is dressed in white and gold princely attire that matches Normal's color scheme and a similar but longer red cape and a teal belt sash. He has gold shoulder tassels and a simple golden crown. Taylor has red streaks in his hair and two heart shaped space buns. He also has a golden crown with red heart shaped gems on them, a heart card earring, and a red collar with a heart lock charm. His dress has a high white neck collar that goes around the back of his head and connects to a short jacket with puffy red and black striped sleeves and a white lace trim and golden heart lapel pins connected by a chain. The dress has a sweetheart neckline and is split down to his waist in a V shape in order to mimics the appearance of a white heart on his top. The dress then flares out into a big poofy skirt that has frills at the bottom and has big red and black stripes on it. A sheer top skirt has a white and gold checkered diamond pattern on it. He also has white and red striped tights and black mary janes with a red heel and a golden heart clasp. He's also holding a golden staff with a red heart jewl at the top.

Image 3: A dark grey doodle page on a light grey background. Normal is standing with an exasperated expression on his face and is squatting with his arms out shouting "Am I the only one who cares about following our destinies!?". In the bottom left corner Link os holding Taylor in a princess carry, the both of them grinning with their eyes closed. An arrow is pointing at Link that is labeled 'was supposed to be Norm's prince'. Scary is in the bottom right turned toward Normal with her tongue sticking out and her middle finger up. Her bangs obscure her face. Hermie is in the top right looking at the viewer with his hand cupped toward his face saying "Don't worry, he'll figure it out" with a knowing smile. His eyes are obscured by his glasses.

Image 4: A dark grey doodle page on a light grey background with a sequence of events that go from left to right down the page. Normal is looking desperately up at Scary and clutching an injured arm while Scary looks concernedly down at Normal with her hands hovering. Behind her stands Hermie who's in a intense thinking pose with a hand on his chin. Scary says "Norm what-" and is interrupted by Normal saying "I need your help. I didn't know where else to go." Hermie has a thought bubble above his head that says "Is this im the script?" The next section has Hermie snapping with his eyes closed saying "I'll make it a comedy then, that'll fix it." The next section shows a loud bang on the door behind Normal who looks surprised and the section after has someone outside the door say "Oh thank GOD," while Normal sighs in relief. The last section has Scary with a frustrated look on her face and her hands up with magic energy coming up saying in all caps "Ok what the fuck is going on." /end ID]

[wynnibee]

Having fun with no strings attached, hm?

@eyenaku HI IM SO SO SO SORRY FOR HOW LATE THIS IS BUT I WAS YOUR SECRET SANTA AND HERE'S YOUR GIFT HHHH

id in alt and under the cut!

[id: a shaded and colored drawing of harlequin sun, columbine y/n, and pierrot moon standing around a carousel coyote.

going from left to right; harlequin sun has a gold, six pointed jester hat resembling sunrays, with a bell at the end of each point. he's wearing a black mask with a line through it following his crescent. his eyes are simple white dots on a gray-ish sclera. sun has large blue and red ruffles around his neck, with a blue frill under the ruffles. he's wearing a blue, long sleeved shirt covered in alternating red and yellow diamonds, with blue ribbons wrapped around his wrists with a single bell on each. he has a barely visible blue hip drape, that sits on top of his red jester pants. he's hanging off of the carousel pole, and standing leaned over with a bent knee to look at Columbine. his other arm hangs limply at his side.

Columbine themselves has their curly brown hair pulled up into a half-bun, with a crown of white pointsettias behind their bangs. large triangle shaped earrings hang from their ears, and they have long wavy eyelashes with brown eyes, a small amount of blush and brown lipstick. they have brown eyes with large black pupils and a small white dot in the center of each pupil. around their shoulders is a large fur half jacket, held together by a sparkly moon shaped clasp. they have long, fluffy pink sleeves with blue ribbons wrapped around their wrist. while most of columbine's dress is obscured by the wrap, a gold band can be seen underneath, with then flows into their dress skirt. the skirt is blue on the outside, with an inner strip of pink bordered with red ruffles. they're sitting on the carousel animal, with both arms extended. one is held out and the other is resting on moon's face. they have a smile on their face and their head is tilted slightly towards moon while they look over at sun.

the coyote is multiple shades of brown, starting out dark on the back and getting lighter towards the white underbelly and muzzle. the inside of the coyote's fluffy ears are also white. the coyote is standing in a half running pose, with one paw pulled up. each paw is wrapped in flowing red ribbons with two bells on each leg. a red bridle and rein sits on the coyote's face, held together with a star shaped metal piece. the bridle is embroidered with simple green and gold floral patterns. a long golden pole extends from the coyote's shoulders.

pierrot moon is entirely black and white, and he wears a long nightcap with two black puffs on the tail and one at the very tip of the cap. he has large eyelashes and three jester stripes cutting through his black eyes. he has a single white dot in the center of his eyes. he also wears large neck ruffles with fluffy black trim. his shirt resembles a long sleeved pajama shirt, with black trim. his wrist is wrapped in black ribbon. he has a black band around his waist and he wears plain white jester pants. he's looking at Columbine with his hand on top of theirs, holding it to his face. he has one eye closed and he has a large smile on his face with black lipstick over his smile. he's standing mostly behind Columbine, but he's leaning slightly to the side.

the background is a blurred carousel at night, with glowing golden lights. the entire image is covered in white sparkles. end id.]

[dragimalsdaydreams]

[image ID: four front-view, full-body screenshots of two characters from the game Genshin Impact. the first two images feature Lyney, while the next two feature Lynette. the first image of each set is an unedited screenshot of their in-game models, while the second is a heavily edited version of the first image.

original Lyney is a pale-skinned boy with purple eyes, pale grey, shaggy hair, and a black teardrop tattoo on his left cheek. a tall, black top hat with red/magenta accents sits upright on his head. he's wearing some kind of leotard that looks like the top half of a white, ruffle-y shirt with detached sleeves, underneath a black corset. the corset part is bisected by a diagonal strip of ruffle, which then attaches to short-shorts below. black, garter-like straps extend from the bottom of the diagonal ruffle, over the shorts, and down onto the thighs. coat tails with a red argyle inner pattern attach directly to his hips, underneath a large black bow on his back. a black, mantle-like drape with magenta/purple accents and bows sits on his left shoulder. he's wearing tall, black, lace-up boots that end mid-calf, and sheer black stockings that end just below the edge of the shorts, underneath the garter straps. his gloves are black with thicker white accents.

edited Lyney now has large cat ears, a tail, and sharp black claws, much like his edited sister. his hat now has just magenta accents and sits at a jaunty angle on his head, pushing his left ear down a bit. he's wearing a grey, ruffle-y shirt, underneath a black corset with pink/magenta accents. his shorts are no longer attached to the top half, and the now-magenta garter belts are secured at the top edge of his shorts by a connecting belt. he's wearing a sleeveless coat over top of this ensemble-- a long, black garment with a magenta inside, a tall, popped magician's collar, long coat tails much like the original, and with the securing button at the front popped open. many of the accents on the jacket and hat are sparkly. the leg strap and shoelaces are now magenta. his gloves are now fully black, but they're half-gloves that don't cover his distal fingers.

original Lynette is a pale-skinned girl with purple eyes, long, pale grey hair, and a black star tattoo on her right cheek. a large, blue bow with argyle patterns sits at the base of her skull, tying her hair back into a neat ponytail that's not visible at this angle. she has small cat ears on top of her head, and a long grey cat tail. she's wearing some kind of leotard that attaches to the top half of a white shirt with puff-shoulder sleeves. a gap between these sections leaves a boob window, and two lines of ruffles run down her front, down to her crotch. black, ruffle-y, skirt-like pieces with blue accents extend off of the hips of her leotard, framing the top of each thigh. a black, mantle-like drape with blue accents and bows sits on her right shoulder. she's wearing tall, black, lace-up boots that end midway up her lower leg, and sheer black pantyhose that extend up under her leotard. her gloves are black with thicker white accents.

edited Lynette now has much larger cat ears, and sharp black claws. she's now wearing a hat matching her brother's, but with blue accents and it's sitting upright on her head. a small diagram to the side shows that her hair is pulled up into a wrapped braid behind her head. she's wearing a grey, ruffle-y shirt underneath a black corset with blue accents. though most of this is covered by a short, black jacket with a flat blue collar + cuffs. this jacket does have sleeves, unlike her bother's, but lacks long coat tails, and is buttoned securely at the front. a ruffle-y, blue tutu skirt sits just below the jacket and corset, fanning out from her waist to end just above her crotch, showing a black leotard underneath. much of the skirt and the accents on the jacket and hat are sparkly. blue garters are secured on her waist below the skirt, extending halfway down her thighs. the leg strap and shoelaces are now blue. her gloves are now fully black, but they're half-gloves that don't cover her proximal fingers.

end ID]

what's up everybody, I'm back with a new redesign, but this time it's a *drum roll* ... double feature!! I can't just redesign one of the dynamic duo, right?

this was a rly fun exercise, designing a "matched pair" and maintaining the tension of matching vs opposite... and also recognizing the similar but inexplicable decisions the Hoyo designers made, lmao.

also, fun fact: I originally planned these redesigns (particularly Lyney) along the lines of Burlesque fashion, but then a Lolita-fashion friend pointed out that these two have more Ouji-inspired design elements, so I completely switched gears. I'm a lot more satisfied with the results, though I do mourn the loss of Lyney's boob window...

anyways, full design notes + more detailed image descriptions under the cut!

first off, I hate that Lyney isn't a catboy-- they're literally twins, why wouldn't Lyney be a catperson too?? give us catboys, Hoyo!!!! something had to be done, of course.

I've removed the hats in the following pics so you can better see ~about~ where the top edges of the ears connect to the head (and also so you can see how lovingly I reconstructed Lyney's hair under his hat, despite most of it still being covered in the final product...)

[image ID: the edited designs, cropped to the heads and with the hats removed. the full shape of the cat ears is now visible-- a triangle shape with more rounded corners, and more defined skin edges than Lynette's original ears. where OG Lynette's ears were small and directly on top of the head, these ears are large, with the inner edge secured on top of the skull, and the outer edge secured far down the side of the skull, below the eyes and behind the jaw. the cream ear fluff is also a lot longer than Lynette's OG ears-- less puffball and more like elegant hairs. also, notably, Lyney's right-side, pushed back bangs are now held in place by a small black clip, while Lynette's left-side, pushed-back bangs are twined into a longer chunk of hair framing her face. end ID]

my style of animal ears is radically different from Genshin's (realistically-shaped, big enough to reach the human ear canals), so I just redesigned Lynette's ears while giving Lyney a pair of his own.

I decided to keep Lyney's pushed-back bangs with a clip rather than just giving him different bangs, cus' I don't want his ears to be an obstacle to fashion~ I figure something similar with Lynette's bangs, though I don't think hers needs a clip.

honestly, Genshin's "anime" style really fucks with my style of animal ears, cus' the craniums are so damn tall!! it's difficult to plan anything around a cranium that bulbous, but I think I managed alright.

that's also why I downsized the hat a bit from the original

[image ID: headshots of OG and edited Lyney. the hat in the OG is comically large, practically wide enough to engulf his whole head, while the edited hat is slightly smaller. both hats have a pink/magenta strip of ribbon encircling the base of the hat where it connects to the brim, and a metallic cat-shaped charm with a cheshire smile is clipped to it. there's a small, triangular section near the top of the OG hat that implies opening fabric, revealing red argyle underneath the base black fabric. the edited hat changes the color to magenta sparkles instead, and adds dark magenta lacing, as if this section is a laced corset. the OG hat also has a lot of engraved filigree and star patterns on the sides and brim. the edited hat removes most of these side patterns, but keeps the star at the center of the hat and gives it some magenta sparkles too. end ID]

once you notice it, it's hard to unsee the comically large hats for the bulbous skulls, lmao.

also note that I've removed most of what I like to call "Genshin greebling" from the hats. it's always been a problem, but I feel the unnecessary, distracting filigree has only gotten worse over the years...

I considered different options for the hats to fit around the ears (like decorative tiny hats instead), but ultimately decided that big ears shouldn't be an obstacle to hat fashion. I'm a furry after all, I love furgonomics!

[image ID: the edited designs, cropped to the hats. the sides of the hats-- including the sides of the brims-- have been cut out to accommodate the ears, allowing the hat to sit comfortably over the head without pushing the ears out. end ID]

cut-outs are an easy, simple solution, though they might eliminate the possibility for hat tricks (less room for false bottoms..). but I have faith that the twins have more than hat tricks up their sleeves, so they'll manage~

with current focus on the heads, now is a good time to start in on the "matched set" elements in these designs!

[image ID: edited design headshots. Lyney's hat sits at a jaunty angle on his head, pushing his left ear down a bit, while Lynette's hat sits upright on her head. the lacing on Lyney's hat is undone at the top, leaving danging lace ends, while Lynette's lacing is fully secure. Lyney has a dangling, cat-shaped earring and a small metal loop in his right ear, while Lynette has similar earrings in her left ear. end ID]

I think the jaunty tilt vs upright hat is more interesting than upright hat vs no hat, bc the hats add so much to both of their silhouettes! Lyney's tilt differentiates their designs + personalities, while still maintaining their matching outfits. let Lynette wear her hat!

now this one is subtle, so I don't blame you if you didn't notice, but take a closer look at their eyes:

[image ID: all four images, cropped to the eyes. OG lyney has purple-to-lavender gradient eyes, and his lashes are smoothed into a single point at the far corners. edited Lyney has an extra point in his lashes, near the far corners. OG Lynette has flat purple eyes and 4 points in her lashes. edited Lynette has the same purple-to-lavender gradient as her brother, and only two points to her lashes, near the far corners. end ID]

that's right, I made their eyes match more!

look, I know we already have to hand-wave a lot to believe that these siblings are "identical" enough to pull off the switcharoo act in their show (Genshin's sexual dimorphism is... A Lot.). I'm honestly not too concerned abt that... but I still think some of their differences are silly if we're really supposed to believe they're essentially identical, y'know? sure, maybe the designers can't do much abt the base models they work with, but they chose to give these two very different eyes colors-- why??

anyways, moving on to tops!

[image ID: the OG designs, cropped to the torsos and arms.

Lyney's leotard looks like black corset over top a white shirt. two sections of black lacing down either side of the corset section, cut off by the diagonal ruffle that stretches from high on the left side of his waist, down to his right hip. the shirt section has diamond-shaped, metal buttons down the center, framed by ruffles on either side, leading up to a ruffle collar. brown leather straps secure this top section of the leotard around the shoulders and across the chest. the detached sleeves puff out near the wrists, then tuck into cuffs at the wrists. these sleeves are secured just below the shoulder by brown leather straps.

Lynette's leotard looks like a standard, black swimsuit-like leotard attached to a half-shirt up top. the swimsuit section splits at the bust, forming a boob window with the shirt section. two rows of ruffles run down either side of the torso, curving inwards where they meet at the crotch. the shirt section attaches to the boob cups of the swimsuit, secured by brown leather straps. the sleeves are attached, and the shirt puffs out at the shoulders, tucked into a brown leather strap secured underneath each puffy shoulder. the shirt collar has a triangular, swallow-tail shape.

end ID]

I see what Hoyo was trying to do here-- opposites! Lyney's got bare shoulders with bottom-heavy, detached sleeves, while Lynette's got attached, top-heavy sleeves with a boob window-- alright, I get the schtick here.

but like... what's with the collars? is Lyney's ruffle collar truly an "opposite" to Lynette's swallow-tail collar? what even constitutes "opposites" for collar shapes??

not to even mention the fact that... I have no idea what this clothing even is. are these separate pieces of a shirt-like garments, or are they all attached to the black pieces covering most of the torsos? are these just bizarre leotards??

it's completely nonsensical, so I just simplified it all into a shirt + corset combo

[image ID: the edited designs, cropped to the torsos and arms. both siblings are now wearing a full, grey shirt (though Lynette's jacket covers most of it), underneath a black corset with colorful accents. the shirts have diamond-shaped, metal buttons down their centers, framed by ruffles on either side of a colorful stripe (pink for Lyney, cyan for Lynette). black bow-ties sit at the throat of their ruffle collars. the sleeves puff out near the wrists, then tuck into cuffs at the wrists, secured by single buttons. the corsets have two sections of color (pink for Lyney, cyan for Lynette) framing the very center of the corset, with lacing (dark magenta for Lyney, dark blue for Lynette) criss-crossing over these sections, lacing the two sides together. end ID]

some things still have to match, y'know? and I really don't think the base shirt is a good choice for the "opposites" side of the design philosophy. and since I like the ruffles on Lyney's shirt, I gave that style to both siblings.

as for the grey, I just personally don't like the way white is used in these designs? Hoyo's pretty bad at balancing their whites/blacks correctly, and while these designs certainly aren't the worst I've seen, I still don't particularly like the white here. the grey balances the color palettes across the bodies better, imo, and lends a unique edge to their styles~

now for the jackets... well...

[image ID: the OG designs, cropped to the torsos and upper legs. a black drape sits on Lyney's left shoulder, shaped like a mantle with a dark purple hood. it has a magenta/brown double-bow, magenta/metal medallion, and a magenta/metal strip of thick fabric hanging down the front. a similar drape sits on Lynette's right shoulder, with cyan/blue accents and a dark blue hood instead. Lyney has long coat tails attached to the hips of his leotard, pointed and ending just past his knees. the inside of the coat tails is red argyle. end ID]

it may not be super clear just from the front, but those shoulder drapes are just that-- disconnected, decorative drapes, not full jackets. "then why does Lyney have coat tails?" well you see, those are attached directly to his hips!.. I truly cannot comprehend Hoyo's design decisions sometimes...

anyways, as you can see, I gave the siblings full, functional coats instead of drapes

[image ID: the edited designs, cropped to the torsos and upper legs.

Lyney now has a sleeveless black jacket over top his outfit. the collar is tall and popped up to frame his neck. the single, magenta button clasp would secure just above the corset, framing the bust above and the waist below with the way the coat is cut to curve wide around these areas. if it was buttoned, that is, but it's not buttoned here. long, pointed coat tails drape down behind the legs, ending just below the knee. the inside of the jacket is magenta with sequin sparkles, visible on the inner collar and inner coat tails. a large bow with pink/magenta/dark magenta stripes sits low on the waist on the back of the coat.

Lynette now has a full black jacket over top her outfit. the sleeves are slightly puffed near the wrists, then tuck into blue cuffs at the wrists. her collar is rounded and sits flat against her shoulders. a large blue button secures the coat over her bust, visually splitting the shirt and corset underneath and framing them with wide curves. her jacket does not have long coat tails, but rather ends at the waist just above her skirt. the inside of the jacket is blue with sequin sparkles, visible on the collar. a large bow with cyan/blue/dark blue stripes sits low on the waist on the back of the coat.

end ID]

here is where I implemented "opposite" design elements, rather than the shirts earlier: Lyney's tall, popped collar vs Lynette's flat collar. Lyney's lack of jacket sleeves vs Lynette's full jacket sleeves. Lyney's coat tails vs. Lynette's short jacket. Lyneys' open coat vs Lynette's buttoned coat. all functional design elements, all understandable fashion decisions, lmao.

also worth noting that I moved Lynette's massive bow down to her waist. this is partly so the bows match on both siblings, but also because Lynette's bow looks absolutely awful in her hair. it may not be as obvious from the front, but just look at this shot from the back:

[image ID: a screenshot of the back view of Lynette's OG model. a comically large, dark blue, argyle bow secures her ponytail at the base of her skull. the dangling ribbons of the bow are large enough to completely cover the full length of her arms from view. the grey ponytail hangs mostly-straight down, long enough to reach past her waist, and visually leading into her dark grey tail. end ID]

not only is the bow itself comically large, creating a strange silhouette for the neck area, but just look at the the draping ribbons! they completely cover and follow the line of the arms, to the point that most of my friends thought those were Lynette's sleeves from the back, when I first showed them this. it completely muddles her shape from the back, making for a nonsense blob of a design.

and notice her long, thin, grey ponytail? looks pretty damn weird when it visually flows straight into her long, thin, grey cat tail from the back. that's why I gave Lynette a wrapped braid instead

[image ID: a small diagram of edited Lynette's head from the back, labeled "wrapped braid". it shows a braid starting on one side of her head behind her ear, curves around the base of her skull to the other side of her head, and ends behind her other ear. end ID]

it creates a pleasant, sleek silhouette in combination with her new jacket and hat, and also removes the dumb line of action between her head and her tail. win-win!

anyways, moving on to the bottom half

[image ID: the OG designs, cropped to the hips and upper legs.

Lyney's leotard ends in short shorts, below the diagonal ruffle. black leather straps extend down from the ruffle, over top of the shorts and extending past the bottom edge to give the impression of longer shorts formed by the straps. some of the round, metal buckles are cat-shaped.

Lynette's leotard ends in some ruffle-y, double-layered, skirt-like pieces that frame either thigh. these pieces are not connected into a full skirt, but are individual skirts for each thigh hole in the leotard. the top layer is black, while the bottom layer is blue with sequin sparkles. black straps with triangular buckles sit on the top layer of the skirt, perfectly following the flow of the ruffles.

end ID]

I hate a lot of things abt these designs, but I think the corset ruffles are one of the worst. like, why does Lyney's waist ruffle cut diagonally across his torso as if it was sewn on wrong? did Chiori fall asleep at her machine?? and Lynette's goddamn double-ruffle runway pointing straight to her coochie, like. I'm speechless, frankly. and I KNOW that sexualization is the only reason why she's got those stupid, nonsensical thigh-skirts, like. what the hell am I even looking at.

anyways, let's give them proper clothes, shall we?

[image ID: the edited designs, cropped to the hips and upper legs.

Lyney's now wearing actual short-shorts, not attached to any leotard. the shorts are skin-tight now, with the now-magenta straps are tightened against his legs like garters. he's still wearing thigh-high, sheer black stockings underneath.

Lynette's now wearing a double-layered, tutu-style skirt, flaring out from her waist. the back edge ends mid-thigh while the front edge is tilted higher, ending at around her crotch. the top layer is light blue while the bottom layer is darker blue, and the tops of both layers are covered in sequin sparkles. the crotch of a simple black leotard is visible underneath the tutu, and she's still wearing sheer black pantyhose underneath. she has a set of skin-tight, blue leather garters similar to her brother's underneath her skirt, secured at the waist and ending mid-thigh.

end ID]

Lyney now has a pair of shorts, over which his decorative leather straps fit snugly. note that word-- snugly. you may not have noticed this, but those belts aren't actually skin-tight in the original design. rather, they extend past the edge of the shorts to form longer "pseudo-shorts" that hang loosely around the legs. I believe they're supposed to evoke the vibe of a harness skirt, but fail to do so because the shorts are so small and thin that the straps just look like skin-tight garters if you don't look close enough. it was an easy choice to simply make these belts into actual, skin-tight garters instead, bc I want to snap the stupid little straps against Lyney's stupid little thighs so so badly... ahem.

and Lynette now has a tutu skirt bc I saw a lot of tutus when referencing magician's assistants, haha. it also matches the ruffle-y shape of the original thigh skirts, so it's appropriate.

Lynette's original design also has decorative straps that go over the top of her thigh-skirts, but they're even less noticeable than Lyney's because they're the same black as the top of her skirts, and they don't even extend past the edge of the skirts. also, they have completely different buckle designs than Lyney's straps? bizarre. anyways, since the og straps are dumb and really shouldn't work over top a ruffle skirt, I just gave her the same skin-tight garters as her brother instead, secured underneath the skirt.

and before I forget, the gloves

[image ID: the edited designs, cropped to the hands and simple glove diagrams. both gloves are thin, solid black, but cut in different ways. Lyney's glove covers his thumb, pointer finger, and the base of his middle finger. Lynette's glove covers her pinkie, ring finger, and the base of her middle finger. end ID]

the original gloves are simultaneously unremarkable and overdesigned to me, so I thought a simple opposite cut would be fun, at a friend's suggestion~ also note that I gave Lyney the archer glove, out of the two.

finally, broadly speaking, I simplified a lot of the patterns and colors across the designs. I already mentioned the removal of greebling earlier, but I also removed all the argyle patterns present in the hat "corsets", bows, and inner coat tails. it's just another distracting pattern on top of already busy designs, they don't need it. I do like the sequin sparkles though, since they enhance rather than distract, so I extended the sparkles to more parts of the designs.

as for the colors, you'll see that I simplified the palettes a bit, particularly in Lyney's design. no more obnoxious, fire truck reds, inexplicable dull purples, AND bright magantas all stuck together in the same design. now it's all magentas and pinks, edging into purple. and the colors have been balanced a bit more too-- no more solid black/grey torsos and legs, now we've got some colors in the bottom halves with colored corsets, shoelaces, and straps. also no more brown leather or brown bows bc... why???

and I believe that's it? I spent quite a while on these designs compared to some of my past ones, so hopefully I remembered everything I changed lmao. until next time 👋

[solar-net]

Decided to draw my favourite characters, this was fun and a good practice. Spent about 6 hours in total on these and I think they turned out nice :]

[Start ID: A drawing of Lucas from Mother three, his hair is a light blonde and is long and curled, his skin is tanned and he has freckles all over his face. He's wearing his yellow and red stripped shirt with a black sweater underneath. He's looking off to the right with a smile on his face. End ID.]

[Start ID: A drawing of Travis Fields from the Oddity RPG, her hair is longer and a darker shade of brown, its pulled into a ponytail. She's wearing a green varsity jacket with the trans flag on her right sleeve and a pin that says 'She/her.' She's looking off to the right with a small smile on her face. End ID.]

[Start ID: A drawing of Serena from the Pokemon Anime, she's facing forward with a smile on her face and eyes closed. She has short hair that's wavy, and she's wearing a pink dress with a white collar, a blue ribbon, and red sleeveless jacket. End ID.]

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[Start ID: A drawing of Mangle from FNAF 2, they're a white and pink fox and their endoskeleton is completely visible. They're hanging upside down, their jaw is wide open and they look very happy. End ID.]

[Start ID: A drawing of Freddy Fazbear from FNAF, he's a brown bear holding a microphone, has a black bowtie and top hat. He's turned slightly and looking to the side. End ID.]

[Start ID: A drawing of Fluttershy from MLP FiM, she's a dirty yellow Pegasus that has light pink hair that is wavy and uneven. She has her right wing brought up shielding herself from the light. Her eyes are close and she looked content. End ID.]

[Start ID: A simple Drawing of Saihara Shuichi from New Dangan Ronpa V3: Everyone's New Semester of Killing. His hair is in motion as if it's being blown in the wind, Shuichi's eyes are closed and his hand is brought up and gently pushing up some hair. He looks content but not quite happy. End ID.]

[frootbyethefoot]

sucks to be an optimist

[ID: a large digital drawing of the artists courier six, and arcade gannon from fallout new vegas. to the left is courier six. courier six is a short, white person with long blond hair, dark brown roots, and a small mustache. he is wearing a pair of broken orange goggles on his head, a dark leather jacket with the transgender pride flag stitched onto her left arm, and a bright green brontosaurus to on the right sleeve. she is also wearing a white t shirt with a large, red bottle on it. he is talking to arcade and looks neutral. arcade is to the right of her, and also looks neutral. the background is of the empty mojave wasteland. the text reads, in order, “(courier) hey arcade?” “(arcade) yes?” “(courier) do you think things turn out alright? like in a parallel universe?”

the next 9 panels are much smaller than the previous one, and all show various different endings for arcade. the first one shows a hand holding a bloody scalpel, and is heavily tinted in red. the second displays an arm on a cross, and is tinted in orange. the third shows arcades face replaced with a bright yellow starburst sort of shape, and is heavily overlayed in yellow. the second row shows a wanted poster for arcade gannon. the words are cut off at various points, but it reads, “WANTED DEAD OR AL. PLEASE GO TO THE NEAREST. IF YOU BELIEVE TO HAVE IN. REWARD: 500 CAPS.” the image is heavily tinted in green. the second image in row 2 is of arcade speaking in front of a chalkboard. he has his hand held towards his heart and is looking forward. the final image in row 2 is of arcade wearing his fathers enclave armor. his helmet is removed, and he has a black eye and a bloody nose. the left side of his face is covered up by a light blue starburst with cracks in it. he looks like a mix of anger and fear, and is heavily tinted in a light blue. the first image in the third row is of a hand holding arcades plasma defender next to a pool of blood. the image is heavily tinted in a dark blue.  the second image shows the strip in the background and arcade in front of it. he is looking back towards it and looks sad. the image is heavily tinted in purple. the final panel is of the old mormon fort, and is heavily tinted in a bright pink.

the final image is similar to the first one, with courier six and arcade walking in the mojave wasteland. arcade is looking towards courier six and saying “i’d like to think so. why do you ask?” he looks neutral. courier six responds, “just thinking.” and looks happy.]

WOO THAT WAS A LOT. heres some of the courier six i’m working on aka blair under the cut! truly the worlds weirdest girlboy

[lovegal]

so episode 3 of MWK/Melanie:Wild Kingdom is tomorrow however the designs of the Rainbow Friends will be kinda humanoid like blue

Green - will have black glasses which that make him blind he will be taller then blue hes gonna have some green and white overalls a white strip shirt long white sleeves a light green belt ripped dark green jeans white long hair white feckless dark green boots and a dark green beanie 💚

Purple - will have a wheelchair which that make him disable he will be older then cyan and yellow he's gonna have a purple raincoat a dark purple t-shirt dark purple pants light purple hair in a ponytail dark purple gloves light purple socks and a purple facemask 💜

Orange - already showed 🧡

Red - he will have glasses which that makes him kinda good he will be in his 60s he wears a science coat under it is a black shirt white pants black sinkers dark red curly hair black gloves and a rosy pink cheeks ❤️

Yellow - he will have a brown sweater with a helicopter top which that make him fly he will be in his teens (12) he has a few missing teeth he wears a yellow belt dark yellow pants bright yellow shoes poofy yellow hair light yellow earrings and a white and yellow scarf 💛

Cyan - she will have a no arms which that makes her have a disability she will be 11 years old she has a headband she wears a cyan cope top a light cyan belt cyan ripped jeans cyan nail polish eyeliner long cyan hair in braids red and black bows blue feckless white eyeshadow and cyan snickers 🩵

That's all guys this took me a hour to do this lol :-)

[wayward-dreamer]

Heated Sessions

Square/s filled: Personal Trainer AU @anyfandomfluffbingo / Praise kink @anyfandomkinkbingo

Pairing: Personal Trainer!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word count: 3,781

Summary: Y/N takes up boxing, but gets more out of the sessions than she thought she would once she meets her trainer.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, smut: dirty talk, praise kink, vaginal fingering, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up people)

A/N: Sebastian posted an Insta story for The 355 of him boxing and then the gif crossed my dash and this fic was born. So, happy reading and enjoy! Beta’d by my lovely @downanddirtydean.

Y/N walked in through the automatic doors, her heels clacking against the linoleum tiles of the reception area of the fitness center. Checking her watch, she sighed in relief as she saw that she was ten minutes early, giving her enough time to get changed from her work clothes into her gym outfit. It was her first session of boxing and while she didn’t mind working out, she was nervous to be taking something like this on. It was a lot more demanding, both physically and mentally, but she needed a change from her usual workout routine.

She knew her trainer was James, but she was yet to see him as he was a new employee of the gym, having started a few weeks ago. She found an empty locker and changed quickly, folding her skirt and shirt into her gym bag, placing her heels in the side pocket. She fixed the straps of her black sports bra, adjusted her tight, pink tank top and black leggings before she snapped the locker shut.

Checking the time again as she walked out to the training area, she leaned against the wall and observed all the gym junkies, those people that came regularly but didn’t work out like their lives depended on it, and those that were just there to scope out their next hook-up. Looking up at the clock to see it was about to hit 6:30pm, she glimpsed someone walking towards her from the corner of her eye.

“Y/N?”

She turned once she heard her name, feeling as if the temperature in the room had risen several degrees once she looked towards her new personal trainer. With short brown hair and the bluest eyes she had ever seen, he stood in front of her in a white t-shirt and black shorts, completely catching her off-guard with how damn good-looking he turned out to be.

“Yeah,” she squeaked out, clearing her throat and covering it up with a cough.

“Hi, I’m James,” he introduced himself, his pearly-white smile distracting her. “But everyone calls me Bucky.”

He had his hand held out for her to shake, which she of course hadn’t realized because of how lost she was in his features. She could tell that even under the thin layer of his shirt, he was incredibly well built. She was officially doomed. Jolting out of her reverie, she shook his head, offering him a small smile.

“Alright, ready to get started?” he asked, gesturing for her to follow him. “It’s the first session, so I’m gonna go easy on ya… but uh, that’s not going to happen from next week.”

“I wouldn’t expect it to,” she mumbled, chuckling nervously.

“Okay, first quick lesson,” he said as he turned to her, two long strips of cloth in his hands. He held his palms out, silently asking for hers, clasping them once she placed them in his. “I’m going to teach you how to wrap your hands, ‘cause the last thing we need is loose wrists. Right?”

“Right,” she muttered, watching his big, rough looking hands handle her small ones surprisingly delicately. She was in a trance as her eyes gazed over his thick fingers, admiring the veins and firm lines all the way up to his forearms, disappearing under the sleeve of his t-shirt.

“Okay,” he cleared his throat, tapping his fists into each palm before he held them up, widening his stance. “A couple of taps, let’s see what we’re working with.”

The first session went well, as Bucky guided her through all the different ways to punch and gave her some tips to work on her stance, making sure her hips were loose and moved with each hit. She was doing well with his instructions up until the time his hands landed on her waist, slowly making her pivot to show her the right movement of her hips. She pressed her lips together as he talked, trying not to think about the heat of his skin against hers. She was glad when she glanced up at the clock and saw it was 7:15pm, as the 45-minute session finally came to an end.

“Good job today,” he applauded, unwrapping his hand as he smiled at her. “Same time next week still good?”

She was about to agree, but for whatever stupid reason that she would analyze later, she raised her eyebrows and asked him the question that entered her mind. “Actually… maybe we could make it twice a week?”

“Sure you can handle it?” he asked in return, lifting an eyebrow. “Like I said… I’m not gonna go easy from here on out.”

She felt a heat radiate through her body as he looked at her intently, a cheeky smile on her face as she faced him. “I can handle whatever you’re going to do with me.”

He smirked, clearing his throat as he looked away. “Okay,” he replied, simply. “Just talk to Kate at the front desk and see what days work for you. I do Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays.”

She nodded, waving at him as he left and walked towards the men’s locker room. She had no idea where the confidence to say what she had said had come from, but she certainly wasn’t complaining about the way he responded, the way his eyes lit up with a familiar look of arousal.

It wasn’t the smartest idea, being attracted to her trainer, but it wasn’t like anything was going to happen.

-x-

Y/N was right when she said that nothing would come from being attracted to her personal trainer, but that didn’t mean the following sessions weren’t as equally charged as the first. The levels of arousal hadn’t dissipated by the second, or third, fourth, fifth or even sixth session. By the 10th, she was convinced that she was going to die by how incredibly frustrated she would get after 45 minutes, twice a week with Bucky. She may have been getting better at her technique, but that didn’t mean she was getting any better at pushing down her attraction. For the most part, she would be fine during the classes, until he would stop to fix something about her stance, and either touch her hips or her shoulders. With every trace of his fingers over her skin, her thighs would clench as the arousal grew between her legs.

Suffice to say, she was officially horny and there was just no way anything would fix that, no matter how many late-night sessions she had with her vibrator.

She needed Bucky to truly satisfy her needs, but she knew it wasn’t going to happen.

Her 12th session that would’ve happened on Thursday night as usual was changed to Friday, as the guy who had an 8:15pm appointment with Bucky had to swap with her. She wasn’t looking forward to her and her incredibly sexy trainer being some of the only people left in the gym before it closed at 9, but she didn’t exactly want to cancel either. When she arrived, she saw him sparring with a fellow trainer, taking the time to watch his moves. He was precise, never missing a hit or faltering, which only made him hotter.

Bucky started Y/N’s session off at the punching bag, instructing her through jabs and crosses, constantly giving her words of encouragement and making her feel good about how well she was doing. Halfway through, he led her away from the bags to the middle of the room. As he walked, he yanked the bottom of his shirt up, removing it as it was soaked with his sweat from his own workout before she had gotten there. When he turned to her, Y/N felt her words get stuck in her throat, her eyes scanning over his six-pack, biceps and thick shoulders.

“Okay, let’s switch it up,” he stated, smiling at her as if he wasn’t causing her brain to short circuit. “Crosses then hooks.”

He held up his padded hands, taking each of her punches and giving her an enthusiastic “good” or “amazing” or “great job”. She didn’t know how she was able to concentrate with him shirtless in front of her and looking like an Adonis, while she most likely looked like a sweating mess. He continued to talk her through her boxing, until he finally called it a few minutes early. They were the only ones left in the building, and the key card was usually left at the front for the last trainer to use to leave. Y/N panted heavily as removed the gloves, picked up her water bottle and took several gulps before she turned to him, wiping her forehead and neck with her towel.

“You were great today,” he complimented, a gentle smile on his face as he faced her.

“Thanks,” she breathed, beaming. She bit her lip as she shook her head, glancing away from him. “I… I feel great. Different, somehow. Good different.”

He nodded, understanding her completely. “I get it.”

“I’m-I’m sorry, I… I should go,” she stuttered, picking up her bottle as she swung her towel over her shoulder. “Thanks for tonight, have a great weekend.”

Bucky watched her turn and knew he couldn’t let her leave. He could tell from the way he had caught her looking at him that she felt something for him, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel attracted to her, either. She was stunning as she navigated this new form of exercise, and she was right… she did look powerful, which only made her that much more desirable to him.

“Hey, wait,” he called out to her, walking up to her as she turned around. “Let me help with those.”

He took her right hand in his, his blue eyes scanning her features before he looked down, slowly unwrapping the cloth around her dainty fingers and palms. The rough pads of his digits moved over her smooth skin, causing her breathing to pick up, the muscles in her stomach tightening as the sensation from his touch heightened her arousal. He repeated the action with her left hand, her mind fogging over as every sexual fantasy she had of him in the past several weeks resurfaced. He looked deep into her eyes as he refused to pull his touch away from hers, their gaze locked and unwavering.

“I…” she started, but stopped herself, unable to think straight.

“Shall we… take this somewhere more private?” he asked, knowing there were cameras in the main area of the gym. Luckily, there were none in the locker room.

She nodded and that was the only confirmation he needed. They walked through the gym, the sensor lights shutting as they left. They walked down the hall to the women’s lockers, her breathing erratic as she felt the warmth of his hand on her shoulder. She stood in the middle of the room, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt his hand skim across her shoulder blades. Her breath hitched as she felt him move closer, his bare chest pressed against her back, his lips close to her ear.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” he muttered, pressing his mouth to the shell of her ear. “No idea what you do to me…”

Revelling in her newfound boldness, Y/N let her hand drop to the waistband of his black shorts, slipping down to the crotch and teasing him through the fabric. She sighed as she smiled, feeling him twitch against her touch.

“I think I do,” she whispered, continuing to arouse him.

Bucky’s hands slid down to her waist, pulling her close and letting the curve of her ass rest against his pelvis, his fingers dancing across the top of her leggings. He pushed up the hem of her maroon tank top, the pads of his fingers pressing against her skin.

“Fuck,” she choked out, trembling at his touch. “Your hands…”

“You like the way I touch you, don’t you?” His low voice rumbled in her ear, causing her to shiver against him.

“Yes,” she replied, breathing heavily.

“Tell me where you want my hands, doll,” he instructed, lightly kissing her behind her ear.

“I-I want…” she couldn’t speak, unable to comprehend anything other than his lips kissing down her neck.

“Show me,” he whispered, nipping at her sweet spot.

She moaned softly as her hand fumbled down to her waist and grabbed his, using the confidence she had gained because of him and bringing his hand down between her thighs. He smirked against her neck, his fingers slowly rubbing over her covered mound, building the pleasurable sensation within her.

“Is that what you want, Y/N?” he asked, his voice deep and husky against her skin.

“M-More,” she stammered, turning her head and looking up at him through hooded lids.

“Where do you want to cum, baby? On my fingers… or my tongue… or my cock…” His hands tugged her leggings down to her knees along with her underwear, his fingers finding their way to the apex of her thighs once more. “Or fuck, maybe we just don’t stop until I’ve made you cum all three ways.”

“Oh god,” she whimpered, throwing her head back against his shoulder.

Bucky leaned in and pressed his lips to Y/N’s in a passionate kiss, the heat between them instantly growing as he ran his fingers through her folds, feeling how wet she was. He moved them up to her clit, spreading her arousal around the swollen nub as he rubbed it in tight circles. She pulled away from his lips, a whimpering breath falling from her mouth as he kissed down her neck and shoulders, licking over her sweat slicked skin.

“Fuck, so good,” she moaned, holding onto the arm around her waist for support, her legs wobbly from the workout and from the pleasure coursing through her.

“So wet, love the way you respond to me,” he groaned against her lips. “So perfect.”

She moaned at the way he spoke to her as his fingers picked up speed, alternating between running against her folds and circling her clit, bringing her closer to her inevitable release. He sank them into her, a long, gasping moan leaving her as he thrusted his digits back and forth. Her legs quivered as she tried to plant her feet firm to the ground, but she was failing miserably. She felt her walls clench around his fingers, whimpering as his thumb circled over the swollen nub, and she knew it wouldn’t be much longer until he brought her over the edge.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he praised, looking deep into her eyes. “Want to see you cum on my fingers.”

“God,” she gasped, panting against his lips. “Make me cum… please, please make me cum.”

The words had only just left her mouth as the last swipe of his thumb had her moan out his name, her wetness coating his fingers as he slowed them down. She giggled slightly, a low hum leaving her as she watched him remove his fingers from her, bringing them to his lips. He moaned at her taste on his tongue, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Bucky,” she whimpered his name, the tone instantly making him harder. “I…”

“Tell me what you want, Y/N,” he demanded. “Use your words.”

“I want… I want your mouth on me,” she finally voiced, breathing heavily as his fingers continued to tease her.

Bucky smirked as he turned Y/N around, helping her strip her workout clothes off, letting her kick her sneakers off before he picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her back against the lockers. The metal cooled the sweat on her back as they resumed their passionate exchange, their lips moving roughly against each other’s. He ripped his mouth away from hers, small gasps and whimpers leaving her as he travelled down her neck and collarbone, his hands moving to her back and snapping her sports bra open, pulling it off her as he moved lower, sucking and flicking his tongue over her nipples. She steadied herself on her left leg as he dropped to his knees and stripped her leggings down along with her underwear, lifting her right and placing it over his shoulder.

Y/N threw her head back against the locker behind her, her hands in Bucky’s hair as his mouth pressed against her sex, his tongue running through her folds. She moaned loudly as her arousal grew, his skilled muscle lapping at her as he gripped her hips in his hands. She glanced down, biting her lip as she saw his piercing blue eyes staring up at her before he shifted his attention back to pleasuring her.

“God, you taste so fucking good, doll,” he growled against her thigh.

She couldn’t hold back her moans, and luckily she didn’t have to considering they were the only people in the gym now. She practically screamed as he continued his ministrations, sucking and licking her folds like a man starved, moving up and circling his tongue over her clit. He lapped up her juices, his fingers digging into her so tight she knew she’d have bruises in the morning, but she didn’t care so long as he continued to do exactly what he was doing.

“Want you to cum on my tongue, Y/N,” he breathed harshly as he pulled away long enough to inform her of what he wanted, moving his head back between her legs.

She whimpered as he slid two of his fingers into her, thrusting them and building up to her release, as his wicked tongue paid attention to the bundle of nerves. She was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure she was feeling in that moment, her hands gripping onto his short hair tightly as her walls clenched around his fingers. She was right at the edge, unable to speak through the cloud of euphoria.

“Fuck,” she gasped, her eyes shutting tightly as she felt the familiar coil within her tighten. “Oh fuck… Bucky! Oh god, fuck!”

He removed his fingers and moved his mouth lower, licking her folds as the dam broke, her slick covering his tongue and lips as he worked her through her high. She came down slowly as she breathed deeply, taking a moment to recover. She watched him through hooded lids as he stripped his shorts and boxers down, pulling off his sneakers and socks before he stood in front of her, stroking his already hard shaft. She smiled as their eyes met, letting him lift her up again as her legs wrapped around him once more, her arms around his neck. He wasted no time, lining up to her entrance and in one instant motion of his hips, he was buried deep within her as his dick was completely sheathed by her walls.

Y/N cried out in delirious pleasure he began to thrust into her, hard and fast, the lockers behind her banging as he slammed into her. He leaned in and kissed her roughly, the weeks of pent up sexual frustration finally being dealt with in the most erotic way possible. She moaned wantonly as she gripped onto his broad shoulders, the snap of his hips against hers driving her wild.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he muttered against her lips, smirking wickedly. “My cock deep inside you, fucking you hard?”

“Yes, fuck… yes, I want it,” she bit out, her fingers digging into his skin. “Love your cock deep inside me, fucking me so good…”

“Take me so fucking well, gorgeous,” he praised, his voice dripping with desire for her. “So fucking perfect wrapped around me.”

Bucky grunted as he picked up the pace, a yelp falling from her lips as she held onto him tight. His dick hit her g-spot with precision, practically pressing against her cervix as he reached deep within her, certainly deeper than any man had been before him. She was already close to her second release, knowing she wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.

He looked into her eyes, panting as he smirked. “You’re close aren’t you, doll?”

“Yes,” she cried, her nails scraping against his skin as she continued to hold his shoulders. Her core tightened as her walls clenched around his shaft, right on the edge of her blissful end.

“Cum, Y/N… want you cum on my cock,” he groaned, nipping at her jaw. His hips sped up as he chased his own release, wanting to get there with her. “Soak my cock, let me feel it.”

“Oh fuck… yes… oh God, Bucky,” she moaned loudly, her eyes shut tight as she felt the coil snap, his name on her lips as she covered his shaft with her arousal. “Bucky! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Fuck, Y/N… fuck,” he grunted. His neck strained back as his eyes closed, his cock pulsing as he reached his high, warm ropes of his seed coating her walls.

His legs nearly gave out, his arm moving up and pressing into the lockers to support himself, as he continued to hold her close, his head resting on her shoulder. They stood still for several minutes, breathing heavily as their sweat slicked bodies still pressed into each other, unwilling to move.

“See?” He lifted his head and smirked down at her, his smile sparkling as bright as his beautiful eyes. “I wasn’t lying when I said I’d make you cum all three ways.”

“I didn’t doubt it,” she breathed out, her chest continuing to rise and fall harshly.

He chuckled, raising his hand and cupping her cheek, his thumb softly stroking against it. “I want to ask you something, and hopefully you won’t think it’s too forward.”

“Well… you’re still inside me so I don’t think it will be,” she stated, emphasizing the fact by clenching her walls around him.

He groaned before he cleared his throat, gazing deep into her eyes. “Do you want to skip the shower here and uh… take one back at my place?”

Biting her lip, she nodded as she giggled. “Absolutely.”

Finally pulling away from each other, they wiped down and got changed into their regular clothes. Bucky locked up the building and met Y/N in the parking lot, giving her the address to his apartment. As she followed behind his car, she couldn’t keep the wide grin off her face as she anticipated how much more he was going to let go of his inhibitions once they got to his place.

She knew taking up boxing classes would be the best decision she could make.

Forevers: @downanddirtydean // @treat-winchesterswith-kindness // @wonder-cole // @writercole // @flamencodiva // @that-one-gay-girl // @440mxs-wife // @lassie-bird​ // @defenderrosetyler​ // @lunarmoon8​ // @foxyjwls007​ // @weepingwillowphoenix​ // @sexyvixen7​ // @prettyboyswow​ // @babypink224221​ // @vicmc624​ // @redbarn1995​ // @stoneyggirl​ // @stoneyggirl2​ //

Marvel: @catching-up-with-kayla​ // @emoryhemsworth​ // @kyjey​ // @deanswaywardgirl​

Bucky: @supernatural-love14​ //

[inheritorofmemories-archive]

The Old Guard + Birthplace

Place of birth from canon informations as well as personal & fandom headcanons.

Image description and sources under cut

Sources: Click on the names to be redirected to the source

Nile // Andy // Quynh // Lykon // Joe // Nicky // Booker // Andy & Quynh // Joe & Nick

~~~

[ID: The post is a gifset of the movie The Old Guard, each gif shows one immortal with the place they were born layered over their silhouettes but transparent so the character is still visible under the landscape. The names of the place are written in a dark script.

In the first gif, Nile filmed from the shoulders up is standing with her head bowed down, she is nodding with her eyes closed and she has a serious expression. She is wearing a red t-shirt under a white jacket and her golden cross necklace is visible over the t-shirt. Her hair is styled in two long braids over her shoulders and she has two golden earrings. Over her shoulders and torso there is the skyline of Chicago and its skyscrapers. “Chicago” is written on the left side of the image in the middle.

In the second gif, Andy is standing in a desert and is filmed from the shoulders up, her skin is slightly dirty and she is nodding. She is wearing a black tank top and a necklace, she has short dark hair falling on her forehead. Over her shoulders and torso, a bare landscape is visible with a forest at the bottom and a hill just above with little vegetation and grass. “The Great Steppe” is written in the top right corner with the words stacked together to make three lines.

In the third gif, Quynh is filmed from the shoulders up, she is wearing a red coat and her long dark hair is down. Her lips are pinched and she is staring to the left side unblinking. The landscape is layered over her shoulders and the bottom half of her face. It shows a river with high green grass on its bank and steep dark mountains in the background. “Red River Delta” is written in the top left corner of the gif with the words stacked together to make three lines.

In the fourth gif, Lykon is standing up and filmed from the waist up. He is holding a spear with a blue cloth tied at the end that he waves around himself. He is smiling and nodding, wearing ancient clothing that consists of a sleeves shirt and a scarf wrapped around his head. Over his torso is a river with bare hills in the background, the river is large and there are some trees on its bank. “Kingdom of Kush” is written in the top right corner with the words stacked together to make three lines.

In the fifth gif, Joe is sitting down in a relaxed position with both of his hands crossed behind his head and his elbows raised to the side of his face. He is smiling and nodding, his eyes wrinkle with his smile. He is wearing a pale pink shirt and there are pillows behind his back. There is a landscape over his chest and left shoulder showing a coast, there are grass and vegetation on the land part and the sea part is fading to show the color of his shirt. “Mahdia” is written in the top right corner.

In the sixth gif, Nicky is sitting in a chair with his chest facing right but his head turned to the left, he has short hair and is wearing a pale blue shirt. Over his face and shirt the flag of the city of Genoa, a white background with a red cross over it, is flying in the wind. At the bottom of his chest, the top part of a medieval tower and its crenels can be seen, the stones are pale beige. “Genoa” is written in the top left corner.

In the seventh gif, Booker’s head is filmed closely, it takes half of the gif. His head is bowed and he is looking down with a melancholic expression. Over the bottom half of his face, there is a shore that consists of white steep rocks and little vegetation, only dark grass. The blue sea can be seen at the bottom of the gif.

There is a still image that consists of a thin strip of black with the words “Bonus” written in white.

In the eighth gif, Andy and Quynh’s faces are filmed closely, they take up the entire gif. They are both smiling and looking at each other. They have long dark hair down the side of their faces and their skin is dirty. Over the bottom halves of both their faces, there is a desertic landscape that consists of big dunes. Over Quynh’s chin, a really tiny human figure is walking at the top of a dune, it is black over the yellow of the desert. “Taklamakan Desert” is written in the middle of the image in a light script with the words stacked together to make two lines.

In the ninth and last gif, Nicky’s and Joe’s faces are filmed from the shoulders up. They both have short hair, Nicky is wearing a grey t-shirt and dark green jacket and Joe is wearing a blue t-shirt. Joe has a lopsided smile and winks with one eye and Nicky is talking with a small smile. They are looking at each other. Over their shoulders and chest is a battle scene of medieval soldiers with medieval armors, shields, metal helmets and swords. Many soldiers of two opposite sides are fighting each other, they form a mass and not one stands out. “Jerusalem” is written in the middle of the image in a light script. End ID.]

[wrenreid]

Not So Innocent

possible triggering topics discussed in this story

Chapter Eight

Your eyes open slowly. It takes a moment to realize the position of which you're laying. Your head is on Spencer's shoulder, and your right arm is sprawled across his torso. Both of your breaths are matched. He must've stayed on the couch with you again, and you unconsciously decided to be a clingy bitch. Well, there’s a possibility that you cuddled up to him while only half asleep as a tactic to make him fall for you.

"Well, good morning. I was scared to move," Spencer says with a chuckle.

You remove yourself from him, almost immediately becoming colder. "Sorry," you give him a nervous grin.

"No worries. Did you sleep well?"

"I did," you smile.

"That’s good."

"Do you have work today?" You ask Spencer in a soft voice.

"Not unless we get a case.”

"Okay," you nod. You honestly didn't want to be alone today. Nightmares of your life with the Daminos and being alone thrive on attacking your mind. And when you're alone, you're most likely to think and think and worry about getting your brother out of jail and everything else that eats at your brain.

"Are you alright?" Spencer’s voice shakes you out of your worry-filled thoughts.

"Hm?... Oh yeah, I'm fine. Can we go to the book store again today?" A soft smile spreads across your face.

"You want to?"

"Mhm," you nod your head with a smile.

"Okay, then we will."

You look up at him, not purposefully biting your lip through a smile. He returns the grin.

"Do you mind if I use the shower?"

"Of course not. Please, use whatever you need.”

You get up from the couch and grab some clothes out of your bag. Your weapon is hidden under Reid's dresser, which doesn't seem like the smartest decision, but at least he can't see it in your bag.

After stripping down, you step into the shower and let the water soak your skin. You lather up and rinse off. Taking a deep breath to try and suppress the pressure of everything going on, you just stand under the warm water and let it consume you.

Reluctantly, you step out and dry off. You had purposefully left your shirt in your bag so that Spencer would have to bring it to you. Sure, it's totally a whore move, but whatever gets the job done.

"Hey, Spence! Can you get me a shirt, I forgot to grab one!"

A knock on the door sounds a moment later. "This one okay?"

You open the door a bit, wrapped in a towel. "Yes. Thank you."

Spencer tries to look away as he nods, cheeks burning pink. He won’t even look at you when nothing is truly showing. It’s almost adorably sad how innocent he is.

You change into the red long sleeved shirt he grabbed, some light ripped jeans, and your usual combat boots. Yeah, you brought two other pairs of shoes, but these are your favorite.

You comb through your a hair a bit and leave it down. You apply mascara and concealer from your small makeup bag that now stays in Spencer's cabinet. You examine yourself in the mirror, you look nice. Maybe Spencer will think so too. Normally, you wouldn't care. You don't care. But you need him to be vulnerable to you, and attraction seems to be the first step most times.

"All ready."

"Great," Spencer says, leading you leave out the door first. He's dressed in a grey dress shirt and dark pants with his lovely purple converse. Reid wears a black sweater jacket over his shirt. He's such a geek, but in a sort of cute way.

You both get in his car, and he begins on the path to the bookstore. It takes a bit to get there, but you're excited when you do.

"This place feels so comforting. If that makes sense."

"It does," he agrees.

You grin at him then make your way inside. You walk down the isles again, taking in the smells of old and new books. You pick a book to read for a bit, and so does Spencer. The two of you sit in the back together and read in a comfortable silence. You're there for about an hour. Spencer has read three books in the span that you barely finished one. And yours was pretty averaged sized. In your defense, you kept pausing to steal a glance at Spencer. He was so engaged in the books he was reading. It was nice to seem him enjoy himself like that.

He leads you outside after you put the books away. You shiver, regretting wearing ripped jeans and a v neck top. But you suppose if you're gonna be cold, you might as well show some cleavage.

"Here," Spencer puts his jacket over your shoulders. Is he flirting? Or is he just genuinely this nice? You look up at him in thought. "You don't have to..."

He gives you a gentle look. “I know.”

"Thank you,” you say softly.

It's so weird having to say thank you so often, it's not something you're used to. You're also not used to being in the company of someone who isn't using you for seductive murder or is the victim of your seductive murder.

The two of you walk down to the coffee shop nearby and get some coffee to go. You order it hot to warm your body up a bit.

He drives back to his place while you listen to folk music quietly on the radio.

chapter nine

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[puppyluver256]

[Image Description: A woman with blue skin, maroon eyes, and multicolored hair (mostly purple with one strip of turquoise and one strip of pink) in a ponytail with two silver spoon-shaped hair clips. She is wearing a long pink button-up shirt under a green t-shirt with lightly frilled sleeves, blue capri-length pants, turquoise socks, and maroon loafer shoes. She has a tan bag slung over her shoulder with both the Psychonauts emblem (a brain surrounded by lines of black and blue) and the pansexual flag (three stripes of magenta, yellow, and blue) attached to the strap. She is holding one hand up, above which is a floating spoon that is being bent by psychic ability, and giving a peace sign with her other hand. The background is a swirling gradient of blue and black. End ID.]

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Got inspired to make a Psychonauts OC a while back after re-watching a video about our real-world "psychics" (ie. utter frauds) inspired an idea of complete and total irony. Let me introduce you to Yuri Randi!

Yuri's a roaming recruiter for the Psychonauts, often out scouting for promising candidates to the Psychonauts proper, the intern program, and even finding kids who would benefit from some time at the Whispering Rock summer camp. That's not getting into her...unofficial work. You see, both her personal experience with her own abilities and her years of work scouting for real psychics has led to her getting really good at noticing when people try to fake it, not to mention one of her dads is a non-psychic and former stage magician so he knows those kinds of tricks as well. So she has developed a kind of hobby of sorts where she goes to these fake psychic shows and...basically just makes them look like fools for trying to pull the wool over the eyes of the real damn thing. And yes, you may have already guessed by her name, but her concept was inspired by the feud between so-called psychic fraudster Uri Gellar and James "The Amazing" Randi >:3c Yeah, I'm a little bitter about Gellar and his litigious nonsense putting Kadabra into legal limbo, how could you tell??

A few more fun facts about Yuri while I'm still on this train of thought: - While I think it would be a common enough thing for most psychics to start with spoon-bending (after all, didn't Ford refer to the campers as "spoon-benders" once? and I saw that reveal in Rhombus of Ruin too), Yuri was so proud of her first that she ended up keeping it decades after and uses it as a hairclip. Her specialty is manipulating metal, though of course she's got quite the handy range of varied abilities figured out, that's just the one she's most fond of personally. - She has two dads, one of whom is her biological dad with the help of a mutual friend acting as a surrogate, who she affectionately calls "auntie" even though the nature of her relationship with her dads has never been kept secret from her. Her "auntie" and bio dad are the psychic ones, and her other dad has always been very supportive of her abilities, especially when she's using them to dunk on the frauds. - She has crushed on nearly every adult at the Motherlobe for at least a few days each. The longest of these crushes have been a tie between her feelings for Milla and Sasha, alternating between the two roughly at the same time. - Her overall fashion sense and tendency to carry her bag of Very Important Things (mostly snacks) with her even throughout the Motherlobe has led to her being mistaken for an intern more than a few times, even by applying interns that weren't brought in by her. The confusion doesn't last long once she reveals she's in her early 30s.

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[skarsgard-daydreams]

Know Thyself

Description: When Eric invites you to his dungeon, you get more than you bargained for.

Notes: 5,800 words of kinky Eric Northman smut. Reposted because this hellsite reordered several paragraphs for no reason.

Warnings: 18+, sexual content, bondage, spanking, orgasm control, forced orgasms

"You're not on the schedule tonight," a familiar voice drawled as you arrived at Fangtasia for your shift. Pam stood in front of the mirror in the break room applying her blood red lipstick with razor thin precision. "Boss's orders," she added, her lips curling with an amusement that was frankly disquieting.

You shoved your purse in your locker anyway and gave Pam a skeptical look. "What are you not telling me?"

Pam slid the gold lid back onto the tube of lipstick with a click. "As much as I would love to stand around and answer stupid questions all night, I still have a job to do," she said. Dark, grungy rock music began to blare in the club proper, signaling that Fangtasia would soon be open. Pam closed your locker in the blink of an eye, a wicked grin spreading across her pink lips. "You’re coming with me," she said. She gave you a little push out of the room and steered you downstairs with a firm grip on your shoulder. It would be pointless to argue, so you stumbled along in front of her as Pam’s dagger-like stilettos echoed in the stairwell.

As far as you knew, the basement of Fangtasia was little more than a crammed storage room filled with excess liquor, Halloween decorations, and old VHS tapes from its heyday as a video rental store before vampires came out of the coffin. A set of keys rattled in Pam's hand and she unlocked a metal door that you had always assumed led to the broom closet. She held it open and stared at you with cold eyes.

“Go on.”

The hard edge in Pam’s voice chilled your blood, but you swallowed your nerves and stepped into a long stone corridor dimly lit with torches. You heard nothing except your own heartbeat and the faint crackling of the torches as you stepped inside. Her hand connected with the small of your back and you both proceeded down the passage, which had several alcoves walled off with iron bars that were so dark you couldn’t tell if they were occupied or not. Pam stopped in front of a heavy wooden door at the end of the hall and produced an old-fashioned key that she had tucked into her bodice. She eyed your black Fangtasia t-shirt and pursed her lips.

“Take off your clothes.”

“Pam,” you said nervously, but the rest of your words dried up in your throat as she stared you down. You took off your top and shimmied out of your jeans, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise to your face.

No matter how many times you undressed in front of Pam, you always felt like a piece of merchandise under her scrupulous gaze. She slid her fingers under the elastic waist of your panties and snapped it against your skin. “And these,” she added. You slipped out of your panties and took off your bra as well, adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor.

“Don’t worry,” Pam said in a flat tone that was not even a little bit reassuring as she opened the door and gestured for you to go inside. “You look good enough to eat.”

You crossed the threshold into a spacious stone chamber with vaulted cathedral ceilings and arched doorways leading off in four different directions. But what caught your eye was not the architecture or the flickering candlelight in the rooms beyond. It was the ancient iron maiden that stood in the center of the room, its doors clamped shut and its strange carved face contorted with anguish as it stared wordlessly at the place where you stood.

Behind you, the heavy door creaked shut and you heard the scrape of the bolt sliding back into place, locking you within. Even though you knew this had to be orchestrated by Eric, your veins suddenly iced over with fear. You heard soft footfalls coming from one of the rooms beyond and instinctively took a step back, your heel colliding with the door behind you. A tall figure appeared in the central doorway wearing a wry smile and a plain black tank and jeans.

“Where are your clothes?” Eric asked. You furrowed your brows, realizing that you stripped down in front of Pam for no reason. “Ah,” he said. “Pam.”

“She never misses an opportunity,” you said, embarrassed by your own naiveté.

Eric chuckled and took your hand in his. “I will deal with her later,” he said. “Come with me.”

You followed him into the room to the far left, which reminded you of a Roman bath. A pool of dark water rippled below, its steaming surface scattered with purple flower petals and floating candles. The smell of incense hung in the humid air—something warm and inviting, laced with exotic spices. At the end of the chamber, a reclining skeleton was painted on the wall with two words written in Greek letters below it. Eric retrieved a short silk robe hand painted with peony blossoms from a hook on the wall and held it open while you slid your arms into the sleeves.

"What does that say?" you asked. Eric's lips brushed against your temple as he reached around and tied the robe shut with a decisive motion.

"Know thyself," he said. "It's a replica of the memento mori in the baths of Diocletian in Rome." He kept his arms around your waist and you leaned against him, enjoying how solid he seemed as he held you from behind. It wasn't often you had uninterrupted time alone with your lover. He was always being pulled in one direction or another by whoever was above him in the complicated vampire hierarchy, or he was occupied with the problems his own subordinates brought to him. But tonight you knew you would not be interrupted. You turned in his arms and looked up at Eric, trailing your fingertips over his bare muscled shoulders.

"What do you want to do with me?" you asked with shy smile as Eric inhaled the scent of your hair like a sommelier using all of his senses to sample a fine wine.

"Possess you utterly," Eric murmured. His voice was gravelly and full of desire, and his candor surprised you. He tangled his fingers in your hair and captured your mouth in a languid kiss. You swayed a little, but he held you steady as he tilted your head back and dragged his lips down your throat, savoring your taste. He sucked lightly on your pulse, which seemed to be directly connected to your center. You hummed softly in encouragement and reached for his belt, but he pulled away.

Candlelight reflected in the dark water below, dancing to the syncopated rhythm of your heart. Worry itched at the back of your mind as you watched Eric walk away, his bare feet slapping against the stone floor. Perhaps you had done something wrong. He retrieved a black gift box from a hammered metal table and stood before you again in an instant.

“I have something for you.” Though Eric seemed to possess an endless store of confidence, there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice. He was trying to be careful, you realized, fearing he might scare you away. You summoned a reassuring smile and traced your fingers along the edge of the box.

“You spoil me.”

A slight smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “That’s what Pam keeps saying,” Eric said. He took the lid off the box, revealing a solid metal choker. It was thin but surprisingly sturdy, with a small keyhole on the clasp at the back. A delicate spray of flowers and vines swirled across its surface, carved with such care that they created a sense of motion. You lifted it out of the box and studied the pattern quietly, aware that you were being studied as well.

“It’s beautiful,” you said sincerely. You lifted your eyes and offered it back to Eric, gathering your hair away from the nape of your neck. He turned you to face away from him and opened the clasp on the necklace. After a moment, smooth metal circled your throat. It felt cool against your warm skin and fit snugly into place without being too tight. You heard a tiny click at the back of your neck and realized it had locked when he closed it. Your breath hitched in your chest. Eric’s lips brushed against your ear as he spoke.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

Your mouth felt dry, but you nodded, reaching up to brush your fingers over the floral inlay of the necklace.

“What will you say if it’s not okay?” Eric asked. He placed his large hands on your shoulders and turned you to face him again. You pressed your lips together in thought for a moment. You had never needed a safe word with him before.

“Clementine,” you answered.

“Good.” He trailed his fingers along the edge of your jaw, drawing you closer. “And if you can’t speak, what will you hum?”

Your eyes widened and you forgot every song you’d ever known. “Um...” you said. “Yankee Doodle?”

Eric’s eyes crinkled with amusement, but he made no comment about your song choice. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to your lips. “Are you ready, pet?” he asked.

“I think so,” you said, but your voice sounded shaky and small. You weren’t sure what lay in the rooms beyond or what he had in store for the night. The torture device in the foyer had frightened you, but you trusted Eric. You chewed on your lip and tried to summon a playful smile. “Are you going to put me on a leash?”

The arched brow on your lover’s face told you he was now considering it. “Would you like me to?” he asked, always willing to up the ante.

“I...” you stammered. The thought filled you with horror and excitement in equal measure, and you weren’t sure how to answer. But Eric’s blue eyes were full of mischief as he approached a mahogany apothecary cabinet and opened one of the drawers.

“I hadn’t exactly planned on that.” He rifled through the drawer for a moment and took out a fine metal chain. “But I can oblige.”

Eric returned to you and attached the chain to the choker around your throat, testing it with a small tug. The solid metal acted as a collar, and you found yourself stumbling forward, forced to follow his lead. A toothy grin spread across Eric’s face. You wanted to be mad at him, but you were breathless with anticipation. He wrapped the chain around his hand and you trailed after him without resistance as he led you from the room.

“I could get used to this,” he quipped, entering the foyer.

“I’m sure you could.”

Your eyes met the gaze of the iron maiden again, and you were relieved when Eric walked past it without a second glance. “What is that for?” you asked.

Eric looked at the torture device. “Pam liberated it from a museum in Spain, but I doubt it was ever used before she got her claws in it,” he said. “It's more ornamental than practical.”

“So, you’ve never used it.”

“I didn’t say that,” Eric said with an air of mystery. He tugged on the chain, urging you to follow him into a rounded chamber with a circular dais in the center. Thick shackles hung from the walls on massive chains that looked strong enough to secure a vampire, and several human shaped cages were suspended from the ceiling. Your heart leapt into your throat.

“What are those?” you peeped nervously as Eric removed the chain from your choker and untied your robe. His eyes followed yours toward the ceiling.

“Another of Pam’s acquisitions,” he said, pushing the robe off your shoulders. The fabric pooled at your feet and his gaze swept over your naked flesh approvingly. “The English used to hang the corpses of criminals in them after execution as a warning to others.”

You weren’t sure if you wanted to know the answer to your next question, but you blurted it out anyway. “What does Pam use them for?”

Eric shrugged. “I don’t ask.” He took you by the hand and led you to the dais, holding you steady as you stepped onto it. “Stand here,” he said. “I want to get a good look at you.”

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other and watched as Eric circled you slowly like a predator stalking its prey. The surface beneath you was rough and uncomfortable to stand on with bare feet. Something told you that was by design. Eric appeared in front of you again, considering you with a steely gaze.

“Kneel,” he commanded in a firm voice.

You lowered yourself to your knees and realized you were trembling slightly. The uneven surface of the dais below you dug into your knees as you sat back on your heels and cast an uncertain glance at your lover. He had never spoken to you in that tone of voice before, and you weren’t sure what it meant.

Eric studied your face with hooded eyes and tucked your hair behind your ear. “You look so lovely on your knees,” he said as though it was a thought he had not intended to say out loud. You tilted your head toward his hand, craving his touch, but he withdrew it and looked at you with a stony expression. “Lift both of your hands as high as you can.”

You did as he instructed and he gave you a small nod of approval. “Good,” he said. “Now, don’t move,” he added. “I will return in a moment.”

In the blink of an eye, he was gone. You sat alone in the strange circular room with your arms stretched above you and the floor digging painfully into your knees. Though you heard no sound from the other rooms, you had the unmistakable feeling that you were being watched. You shifted a little, trying to find a position that was comfortable, but moving only seemed to make your knees hurt even more.

You had no way of knowing how long you waited. Soon the muscles in your shoulders began to ache, but Eric did not return. You wondered if you should call for him. Maybe he had lost track of time.

“Eric?” you called softly. In the empty room, you received no reply. Your knees were stinging now and the muscles in your arms burned with the continued effort to keep them lifted in the air. You knew you would not last much longer. A whimper escaped your lips and you wobbled a little, lowering one of your hands. Eric appeared in front of you instantly, his expression stormy.

“What did I tell you to do?” he asked. His voice was quiet but keen like the blade of a knife.

You looked at him with wide eyes, your heart hammering in your chest. “Keep my hands in the air,” you said.

“And what did you do?”

“I... I lowered them,” you answered. You furrowed your brows together, feeling it was deeply unfair for him to blame you for something you couldn’t help. “But you weren’t here, and I couldn’t do it any longer.”

Eric’s brow arched in warning and his icy blue eyes hardened. Silence fell over you like a spell and you knew it had been a mistake to argue. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled. You lowered your gaze to the floor and took several deep breaths, waiting for him to speak.

“I know you are,” Eric said. “And I will forgive you after you’ve been punished.”

He grabbed both of your wrists and dragged you to your feet. You wobbled as he pulled you off the dais, hauling you out of the room without giving you a chance to catch your balance.

“Eric!” you yelped, staggering after him through the foyer and into another room. He stopped abruptly in front of a wall where countless whips, floggers, canes, paddles, and riding crops were hung.

“Pick one,” Eric said. He released his grip on your arms and sat on the foot of a black four-poster bed covered with a dark velvet quilt, waiting for you to make your selection.

You stared at the array of instruments before you. Some of them looked like the sort of thing you could pick up at any average sex shop, while others seemed to be custom-made or possibly the real thing. You swallowed your fear and reached for a leather riding crop with a narrow tip and a flexible handle. It seemed small enough that it might not inflict too much damage. You approached the foot of the bed and placed it in Eric’s hands. He whipped his open palm with the riding crop and shook his head.

“This one will sting too much,” he said. “Pick one that’s more rigid.”

He waited with patience while you tested several others in search of one that would meet his specifications. The anger that radiated from him before had now dissipated and he seemed set on administering your punishment based on principle rather than wrath. You had the distinct sense that everything was going exactly as planned—that you had been thrust into a labyrinth of impossible choices, and he was the minotaur that would delight in making you suffer. You had half a mind to throw the riding crop in Eric’s face and tell him you were going home, but you had enough faith in him to trust that he would be good to you.

Eric rose to his feet as you held out another riding crop. He tested it on his hand and nodded in approval. You thought he might draw his hand back and strike you at any moment, but he set it on the bed and picked up a silky blindfold, securing it over your eyes.

“Lay on your stomach,” he said in your ear. He grasped the nape of your neck in his hand and guided you down onto the bed so that you were folded over the foot of it with your ass prominently displayed. You turned your head to the side and took a few nervous breaths. The dull ache of desire throbbed in your center even though you had to fight off the urge to bolt. Eric squeezed the rounded flesh of your ass, caressing it appreciatively. “I want you to count for me when I strike you,” he instructed. “I’ll start with my hand, and then switch to the crop. We’ll do five of each.”

“Okay,” you said, your voice barely a whisper.

“Do you remember what to say if it’s not okay, pet?”

You considered the possibility of cashing in your get out of jail free card, but his hand slipped between your legs and stroked the length of your slit, offering you the promise of even greater reward if you played his game. A small gasp escaped from your lips and you pressed yourself into his touch, but his hand was gone. “I remember,” you said breathlessly. “I’m okay.”

“Then count for me,” Eric said. He drew back his open hand and delivered a stinging blow across your ass.

“One,” you managed to say.

“Good girl,” Eric purred. He massaged the sore spot for a moment and then struck you even harder, making you yelp in surprise. Your hips jerked and Eric pressed his left hand into the small of your back, pinning you in place as you gasped for breath. “Count,” he reminded you.

“Two.”

The third blow followed quickly, but Eric’s firm hand held you still. A stinging warmth was spreading over your ass and felt arousal pooling between your legs.

“Three,” you whimpered.

Eric struck you again and kneaded your ass, producing a low moan from your lips.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he asked, his own enjoyment evident in his voice. “What number was that?”

“Four.”

The fifth blow landed harder than the rest. You forgot to count, but Eric didn’t seem to care. He let you lay there panting softly, trying to catch your breath while he massaged your tender skin and teased you between your legs. The adrenaline in your system dulled the pain until it mingled with the sensation of Eric’s fingers stroking you, making your entire bottom radiate with pleasure. You whined needfully and rolled your hips into his touch.

“Oh, we’re not done yet,” Eric said. He withdrew his hand and sucked your arousal off his fingers. “Cross your wrists behind you,” he said. “I don’t want your hands to get in the way.”

You wanted to tell him he could punish you any time he liked if he would just fuck you then and there, but you knew you weren’t in a position to negotiate. You closed your mouth instead and did what you were told. Eric wrapped his hand around both of your wrists, pinning them against your lower back. You always knew he was strong, but you were stunned to realize he could immobilize you completely with just one of his hands. The riding crop made a whooshing sound as he swung it in the air experimentally, making you flinch with anticipation.

“Five more,” Eric reminded you. “Count for me.”

The sharp bite of the riding crop against your flesh stole the air from your lungs. The pain was much more concentrated than before, and the shaft of the instrument seemed to gather momentum easier than a bare hand.

“Breathe for me, pet,” you heard Eric saying. “That was one.”

You inhaled and exhaled, speaking in a shaky voice. “One.”

“Very good,” Eric murmured. “Focus on your breathing.”

He struck you again and dragged the tip of the riding crop over your dripping cunt, making you shiver.

“Two,” you moaned.

“That’s my girl,” he said. “Three more.”

Tears began to sting your eyes with the third blow, wetting the silk fabric that covered them.

“Three,” you whimpered.

“That’s right.”

The fourth blow struck even harder, and Eric held you steady as you bucked your hips. You were crying in earnest now, your tears leaking from the blindfold.

“You’re doing so well, my love,” he said softly. “Just one more.”

“Okay,” you sobbed.

You cried out when he struck you one last time, but an overwhelming sense of relief flooded your body as you realized that was the end. You were shaking all over and you could feel your pulse throbbing between your legs.

“F-five,” you stammered.

Eric released your wrists and trailed his hand over the marks on your ass, massaging it with care. Your hands fell limp at your sides, feeling leaden.

“Do you promise not to disobey me again?” Eric asked. He swirled his fingers around your swollen clit, drawing a low moan from your throat.

“I promise.”

“Then you are forgiven.” His melodic voice filled you with warmth and a moment later his fingers thrusted inside you. A long, breathy gasp escaped your lips and you felt your insides beginning to clench, but he pulled away.

“Don’t,” you pleaded. “Don’t stop.”

“Patience,” Eric said. “The night is young.”

He rolled you over and pulled you to your feet. Your legs felt weak, but he let you lean your full weight against him and bury your face against his chest as he untied the blindfold. It felt good to press yourself against something cool and familiar. A few stray tears leaked from your eyes. Eric wiped them away with the soft pad of his thumb and licked the salty liquid from his finger.

“How are you, pet?” he asked.

“I’m okay,” you mumbled into his shirt. And it was true. Even though the punishment Eric doled out had been painful, he had helped you through each moment. The fear that coursed through your veins earlier in the evening had been released in a kind of catharsis, and you now felt strangely at ease with whatever might happen next.

“Good,” Eric said. There was a hint of pride in his voice as he stroked your hair. “You’re very brave, for a human.”

You pressed a soft kiss against his throat and felt Eric’s hand tighten in your hair. “You’re very tender, for a vampire.”

“Only with you,” he mused. He took you by the hand and kissed your fingers, leading you out of the room. “Come.”

The last room was outfitted with several strange pieces of furniture that you suspected were part of Pam’s collection of authentic medieval torture devices. You recognized a rack in one corner and a set of stocks in another, but what caught your eye was the wooden frame in the shape of an X in the center of the room. It was covered in soft leather and had thick padded cuffs at the end of each arm.

Before you could ask Eric what it was, he spun you around and pinned you against it with his hips, giving you a bruising kiss. You moaned against his mouth as he secured your wrists to the frame. He kicked your feet apart and trailed his hands over the smooth curves of your body, scratching you lightly with his nails. Then he bound your ankles as well.

Your face felt flushed and your pulse roared in your ears as he stepped back and raked his gaze over your body. You knew you were utterly helpless, and every part of you was on display. Your legs were spread wide and your breasts heaved with each panting breath you took, trying to regain control of yourself. A smirk spread across Eric’s face. This was what he had been waiting for all night.

“In all my years, I don't think I've ever seen something so exquisite as you, pet.” He took a step closer and grabbed a fistful of your hair, kissing your throat as he spoke. “You're beautiful,” he said. “And you're mine.”

His words made your whole body resonate with satisfaction. Eric’s fangs scraped against your throat, but he did not bite you. Not yet. He wanted to savor every inch of you before deciding where to sink his teeth in. His tongue licked your throat while his hands roamed your body, pausing when he felt your heart begin to beat faster to lavish attention on the places where you were sensitive.

He smoothed his hand over your stomach and caught your nipples lightly between his teeth, enjoying each whine and whimper that came from your lips. He teased you with agonizing patience. Your body felt like a spring compressed under an enormous amount of pressure, and you were desperate for release. It would not take much now for you to come undone, but each time you were close, Eric ceased his ministrations.

“No, no, no,” Eric murmured against your breast as he stopped circling your clit with his thumb. “I haven't given you permission to come yet.”

You were about to protest when he took hold of a handle on the side of the X and suddenly rotated it upside down. Blood rushed into your face as you hung from your ankles, your arousal on full display. Eric made a small sound of satisfaction at the sight and sank his teeth into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. He thrust his fingers inside of you while he drank, stilling his hand whenever he felt your muscles begin to contract.

“Please,” you begged. “Please, Eric, I want you to fuck me.”

He withdrew his hand and dragged his tongue along the length of your slit. “Do you?” he asked with a surprised inflection. “Hmmm, I don't remember asking what you want, my love.”

Eric pulled away and righted the X before too much blood could rush to your head. Your heart was beating rapidly and your breathing was ragged. You watched his tall form shift out of view and heard him rifling through a drawer to the side as you caught your breath.

“Please,” you whined when he reappeared in front of you. “I need you inside me.”

“I know,” Eric said with mock sympathy. “But it gives me such pleasure to hear you beg.”

You heard the familiar buzz of a vibrator before you felt it. Eric pressed the powerful toy against your sensitive mound and produced a low, guttural moan from your throat. “You're not allowed to come yet, sweet girl,” he reminded you.

“You’re gonna make me,” you panted. “Eric, please.”

Eric lubricated the vibrator with your arousal and guided it over your clit. “I’m warning you,” he said, a slight smile playing at the corner of his lips. “Do not disobey me again.”

“I-I can’t help it,” you whimpered.

He increased the intensity and kissed your throat roughly. “Don’t you dare do it,” he growled in your ear, but you couldn’t hold back anymore. You cried out as your release overwhelmed you, sending shockwaves from your head to your toes. Your sensitive nerves were flooded with a blissful warmth, and you fell limp in the restraints after a moment, breathing shallowly. Eric turned off the vibrator and nipped your ear with his teeth.

“Oh, you’re in so much trouble now, you wicked little thing,” he said in your ear. But he let you recover for a moment while he returned to the cabinet against the wall and searched in another drawer.

Soon he stood in front of you again. He grasped your chin and opened your mouth, pushing a rubber ball gag between your teeth. The surprised sound that came from your throat was muffled by its presence as Eric secured it behind your head. He framed your face with his hands and forced you to look into his intense blue eyes.

“I’ve got you,” he said. “Remember what I said about humming?”

“Mmhmm,” you managed to hum, but you didn’t want him to stop. You felt perfectly at ease, caught in a strange liminal state between dreaming and waking. Eric stroked your hair and studied your face.

“Good,” he said. And then the tenderness in his voice was replaced with a hard edge as he curled his fingers around your throat. “Now you're going to come until I decide you can stop,” he growled, switching the vibrator to its highest setting and pressing it ruthlessly against the oversensitive bundle of nerves at your center.

The intense vibration sent sharp rippling aftershocks through your body. You moaned into the gag and felt yourself tensing painfully, but you were too weak to struggle. Eric was telling you to relax. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to focus on his words, allowing the tension to melt from your body. Soon you felt yourself building to another climax far more intense than the one before.

“That’s right,” Eric said. “Take it like a good girl. Let’s see how many we can get out of you.”

You weren’t sure how much time had passed or how many times Eric had pushed you over the edge before the vibrator finally switched off. The ball gag was removed from your mouth, but you couldn’t formulate the words to ask for what you wanted. You let out a small needy whine instead, begging for him.

Eric captured your lips in a kiss and thrust his length inside you, filling you with what you needed most. He rolled his hips at a slow pace, making sure you felt every movement as he fucked you. You moaned weakly and soon you were clenching around him, pulling him to the edge with you. “Come for me,” Eric said, his voice low and gravelly. “Now.”

You gave a small cry as you came undone again, soaking his cock with your release. Eric groaned against your neck and followed you swiftly, one hand fisted in your hair and the other clutching the side of your face as his hips stuttered to a stop.

He remained inside you for a few moments as you took a few ragged breaths. Then he reached up and released the restraints circling your wrists. You sagged against him, too exhausted to hold yourself up. Your legs felt like they were made of rubber and your head felt woozy, but you were at ease, knowing he would take care of you.

You were vaguely aware of the warm scent of Eric’s cologne as you pressed your face into his chest. Soothing words poured over your consciousness in a language you didn’t understand. You tasted blood on your lips and felt the bruises on your wrists and backside simply melt away.

When you woke again, you were laying between fresh sheets in your own bed. Your hair was still damp from a bath and your legs were tangled with Eric’s as he slept beside you, one arm outstretched so you could lay your head on his chest. The light tight shutters had been sealed over the windows in your bedroom, blotting out the midday sun. Eric had them installed ages ago, but he still was hesitant to sleep above ground. You trailed your fingers over one of the ancient scars on his bare chest and relished the rare treat of waking up beside him.

The alarm clock rolled over to noon, and something reflective glinted on your nightstand. You stretched out your hand and picked up the elegant metal choker. In the darkness, you ran your thumb over the floral inlay and found that the clasp was open. You had forgotten about it by the time the night was over, but Eric had not. You glanced at your lover’s face. He was always eerily still when he slept. You drew your hair over your shoulder and closed the choker around your throat, listening to the soft click as the lock snapped shut.

You laid back down and tucked your head under Eric’s chin, listening to the sound of your own heartbeat. He stirred slightly, circling his arms around you and drawing you to his chest. His fingertips traveled along your spine and paused when they reached the cool metal at the back of your neck. After a moment, he cradled your head in his hand and pressed his lips to your forehead.

“You were so good for me, pet,” he mumbled sleepily.

You hummed in contentment and kissed his chest. “I like being yours,” you whispered.

“That’s good,” Eric said, playing with the ends of your hair. “Because I have no intention of ever giving you up.”

[plush-rabbit]

Doting Over Atsuhiro Sako

Request: speaking of the darling [Mr. Compress] , would you mind doing for him the same 'taking care of' hcs like you did for shigaraki a while ago? so i'd just like to draw a nice bath for him and maybe massage some conditioner into his curls, make them extra soft and fluffy just the way we like them <3 oooh and maybe add one of those glitter bath bombs, have you ever tried one? makes it look like you're bathing in a magical potion, 100% would recommend ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖✧*。and he can repay the kindness by telling me a nice bedtime story in his wonderful voice, i feel like Atsuhiro would make such a good story teller

A/N: I wanna take care of him, like please, let me wash their hair and kiss their face (this applies to everyone in the league)

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While the League is capable of living on their own under strenuous circumstances, and as such, they’re quick to adapt. However, despite how they may seem more than capable enough, Atsuhiro still frets over them. He may not be the eldest, but he does find it in himself to look out for the others. In all the time that he’s spent around them, he’s grown fond of them, considering them family and wanting to make sure that their goals are reached. The life that he lives isn’t easy, there’s bloodshed and secrecy, but it’s the life he chose and he wouldn’t trade it for any other.

The League has finally finished transitioning into the Paranormal Liberation Front, every wish and whims of theirs met. However, with every good thing that there is, there are also setbacks. It’s been a gruelling week where he’s had to learn how to properly lead a task force. No matter what, it’s the will of his allies and he is happy to follow them, happy to make the dreams of his and his allies come into fruition. The entire week he’s been drained, his eyes holding heavy bags under his eyes and his smile much more weary than usual. He lays beside you, resting his arm across your chest. It’s heavy, dead weight on you, as he asks you to wake him up early the next day, promptly closing his eyes and falling asleep.

You can tell that the weight of responsibilities and the amount of people that have merged within the two organizations. He’s overstimulated by all the new tasks and people. While he may be a showman, he wants the attention, he wants the admirers but being stuck around people, he isn’t entirely fond of that. Especially not when he was thrown into the situation after being beaten black and blue by the same people who now respect him. You know that he needs rest, and who better to provide it than you. You don’t want anything extravagant for him, not when he’s obviously tired and just wants to lie in bed. You want a day to take care of him properly, but for now, a night with him is the best bet you’ll get.

A bit stubborn, he refuses to admit that he’s tired. He has things to do and the sooner he finishes it, the sooner everything can go back to normal. But even his stubbornness has its limits. When you come to him, grabbing his hands and sliding them upwards to his biceps, he leans into your touch, with a small smile gracing his lips and a small hum in the back of his throat. It takes a bit of convincing to have him put off his duties for the evening, but when you cup his face and rub your hand from his cheek to cup the back of his head, he’s more than willing to listen to whatever you have to say as long as it means that you don’t stray away from him. He lowers himself, his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, pulling you close to him and resting his head on your shoulder. You can feel his breath start to deepen, soft puffs of warm air that tickle your neck and when you call his name, he replies with a lazy hum. He’ll pull himself with a groan, wanting nothing more than to just rest with you.

He listens to the shower run, the door muffling the noise and he can hear you close the cupboards inside. When you step out, a thin veil of steam follows, and his body cries out to step into the shower. He looks towards you, his head jerking over and you nod. It’s nothing more than a proper shower and you stand carefully away from him, your arms outstretched and covered in iridescent soap bubbles. While he’s a bit disappointed at you not having joined him properly in the shower, he won’t lie about how nice it feels for your hands to scratch his scalp. It’s a feeling he soon won’t forget- the way that your hands feel, the way that you tell him to close his eyes and how you’re so careful to not let soap run past his brows. He adores the weight of your hands, how your fingers slip between his hair and untangle him, the feeling of having you to himself for a moment where the warm water runs down his back and soothes his tense body.

A dark robe covers his body, catching at the water that slips down his body while his hair drips onto the mat as he watches you fill the tub. A smile plays on his lips, his eyes catching a glance of himself in the mirror that slowly defogs, and despite the bags still being present, they seem less heavy, the dark blue that contrasted against his skin is now pale; a warm glow returning to him, his cheeks dusted with hints of a light red. When he returns his attention, you gesture for him to get into the tub. His lips press against your nose in a thankful kiss, letting his lips that are still wet, leave their mark against you. The water rises with his weight, his head leaned against a cushion and eyes drifting to look up at you. The water soon turns into a swirling mix of blue and pink, thin, white strips that break apart the colors and touch his skin. He gives out a silent breath of a laugh, his hand reaching from under the water to cup it in his hands. The colorful water drips out of his palm, bubbles form and pop in seconds and when he turns around, the door closes behind you.

Out of the water, he feels much lighter, his hand tracing under an eye, a frown at his lips. With a clearer mind than before, he takes notice of his appearance. It’s no wonder that you worried for him. He runs a hand through his hair, grimacing as cold water drips onto his nose. He exits the bathroom, his eyes scanning the room until they fall on you. He clears his throat and you hurry over to him, handing his clothes and making a teasing comment about how he had spent so long, that you were starting to get worried. He can only nudge you with his elbow, holding the clothes tight to his body. He sits on the bed, a towel draped over his shoulders and his back hunched as you massage oil into his hair. You scrunch at his hair, and he wishes that you’ll finish faster, only so he could lie beside you. He can feel his fatigue starting to catch up to him,

Once finished, he lies on the bed, the sleeve of his residual limb pushed until it scrunches up at his shoulder. His breath hitches in his throat, his eyes closed tightly until colors and inorganic shapes start to take form behind his eyelids. The compression bandage is snug around him, your hands kneading into his skin. He lets out a shaky breath, his chest tingling and heart beating, blood rushing to his ears as you coo softly. His body is on pins and needles as your hand flutters away from his limb, coming to rest on his back and press deep in between his shoulder blades. He hisses out, muttering a word of reassurance when you ask if he’s fine. His muscles are tense, his body and mind on high alert that you’re beside him, your hands busy as they flutter around him, pressing and massaging at every sore spot that you can find.

Carefully, he shifts, rolling onto his stomach and grinning at you, his smile crooked and arm bent over his eyes. When you creep beside him, he peeks at you through his shaded vision. Your presence is enough for him to decide that it’s an invitation to rest between your legs, his head on your chest and his arm gripping onto the side of your shirt. The silence is sweet, and the only thing to break it is the sound of your beating heart, echoing in his ears like a lullaby that won’t end. He presses himself deeper into you, nuzzling until he can’t go any deeper. Your hand ghosts down his neck, your fingertips leaving his body pricking with just your touch, even through the thin layer of clothes where you end up resting your hand.

At the end of the night, when the moon is high in the skin, a pearly light that shines upon everyone and shines between the gap in the curtains, he switches positions with a groan. He appreciates you letting him rest on you, but for now, it’s time to return the favor when you protest and tell him it wasn’t a favor but more a gift. It doesn’t make a difference to him, he only shakes it off and tells you to come close to him. Sleep has already begun to claim him, his eyes blinking rapidly until you lay beside him, his arm curling around you and chin grazing over the top of your head. Atsuhiro’s words are quiet, broken between yawns, and even so, they’re still captivating. You cling to every word, your hand sliding to rest on his chest and like how your heart echoed into his ear, his beats against your palm. He talks quietly, and soon, his words fall into a whisper that you are unable to hear. You pull away from him, your eyes falling onto the sleeping man whose hand slides down your back and claws at the covers, patting aimlessly until he finds your hand. The corner of his lips twitch into a fleeting smile. You grab the blanket and cover the both of you and he seems to sink deeper into the bed, his legs stretching out until they bump into yours.

[buckysbbyy]

a proper date.

part 1 | part 2

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

synopsis: bucky takes you on your proper date, then takes you to bed.

warnings: 18+, smut. first date, kissing, pet names, light teasing, light begging, unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, reader is desperate, some dirty talk, kind of sub!reader but eh.

word count: 2.5k

a/n: sorry this took so long! i’ve had writers block for so long. but here it is! hope you enjoy!!

my blog and my fics are only for those who are 18 and older

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Finally, Friday is here.

You haven’t stopped thinking of Bucky since you saw him last. You’ve texted so much since then, but it’s not the same as seeing him, feeling him. The way his hand felt against yours, his warmth as you sat close to him. Even beyond that, you’ve gotten a taste of a little more than that. It’s hard not to think about how his lips felt against yours that night. The way his hands grabbed your hips as you straddled him. What you felt underneath you as you grinded down on his lap..

Ding

The noise arising from your phone pulled you from your thoughts. You look to see that Bucky texted you.

“Good morning, doll. Are we still on for our date tonight? :)”

You smiled as you quickly replied. “Good morning to you too. & yes, of course :)”

“Great. I’ll be there to pick you up at 6 for dinner then. Can’t wait, sweetness”

You roll over in your bed, stretching before getting up and starting your day. Six o’clock couldn’t come soon enough.

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You looked at your phone to check the time: 5:55. You’re more than eager and ready to go. You decide to go for a simple, but elegant look. Your makeup makes your best features look even better, your lowcut black dress hugging you in the right places. The dress ends just below the knees, though the slit at the front exposes your legs. A small gold necklace softly sits just above your collar bones, accenting the outfit perfectly.

You hear a knock on your door just as you finish perfecting your hair in the mirror. Your heart beats heavily in your chest as your open your door to see Bucky holding a beautiful bouquet of white and pink roses. Behind them is his tall, broad figure in a navy button down, crimson tie and dress pants. His bright eyes find yours immediately as you smile at him.

“Hey, doll”. His soft lips are pulled into a sweet smile as he studies the way your eyes have seemed to light up at the sight of him.

“Hey, Bucky.” You’re at a loss for words as you look at him. He looks so handsome, the shirt he’s wearing shows off his toned body and his hair is pushed back slightly. He holds the bouquet out, “These are for you. I hope you like roses”.

You take the flowers and bring them to your nose, “Bucky, I love them, they’re beautiful! They smell lovely, too. Thank you”. You lean forward and give him a soft kiss on his cheek. “Let me put them in a vase and then we can go. Please, come in.”

Bucky enters the apartment as you fill a vase with water. He watches you, admiring your beauty. With your hair falling over your shoulders, you look over to him and give a smile that he returns. You finish filling the vase and place it in the middle of the island, placing the flowers in them. “There. Perfect”.

You turn back to him, “Ready to go?” He smiles at you as you walk towards him. He opens the apartment door for you. “After you, gorgeous”. You thank him as you walk through and lock the door behind you.

-

“Reservation for Barnes”, Bucky says to the hostess. You walk to the table, which is placed close to the center of the room. The other tables are full, light chatter fills the soft-lit room. String lights hang from the ceilings, and white tablecloths cover the tables. Bucky pulls out your chair for you and you take your seat.

“Bucky, it’s beautiful in here”, you say as he pushes in your chair. He finds his seat as he smiles and replies, “Only the best for you”. The waiter sets down the menus and asks for your drinks then. You talk over your salads, getting to know each other a bit more as the evening goes on.

“How long have you been in New York?” Bucky asks before taking a bite of his steak. You finish your bite before replying. “About 6 years now. I moved out of the city after I graduated from NYU”. Bucky half-smiles. “Miss the city any?”

You furrow your eyebrows a bit. “Not much. I grew up in a rural area before moving here. I missed the quiet, honestly. The city is so loud and busy. I do miss how pretty much everything you need is walking distance, though”. Bucky chuckles lightly. “Yes, very convenient. I have a place in Brooklyn, but I’m at the compound a lot. I sleep there a few times a week”. You thought about how your place in between the compound and Bucky’s place. “Good to know”.

-

You finished your meals and Bucky paid; you noted how he left the sever a large tip. You walk arm in arm to his car, where he opens the door for you to get in. Your hand is in his almost the whole ride home.

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“Thank you for dinner, Bucky. I had a great time”. The two of you are standing outside of your apartment door. You didn’t want the night to end yet. You wanted, no, needed to find a way to get him into your apartment. The night has been perfect, but ever since the night at the compound, you can’t stop thinking of him in a more sinful way.

“The pleasure was all mine, doll”. He brought your hand to his lips, looking you in the eyes as he pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. You exhaled a little louder than you expected, almost like a silent moan. Bucky smirked as he lowered your hand, his metal hand coming to your face, his thumb stroking your cheek softly. His voice is almost a whisper, your eyes meeting as he brings his face just slightly closer to yours. “You’re so beautiful, y/n”.

Your cheeks heat up at his words and he notices. Your hand slowly finds his flesh one, your fingers in his palm as he squeezes slightly. His eyes dance between yours and your lips. His cologne is dancing in the air around you. Slowly, the two of you inch toward each other, eyes slowly closing as your lips dare to meet. You want to break the tension, crash your lips into his in a needy kiss..

You finally feel Bucky’s soft lips against yours. After wanting and waiting for what feels like so long, you finally feel him again. He’s moving so softly, almost as if he’s afraid he’ll break you. Your lips separate slightly just to close again, moving together in an agonizingly slow dance. You feel his tongue against your lips, and then in your mouth, just enough to graze against your tongue and make the heat in your core dip lower.

You break the kiss slowly, just to look him in the eyes and silently let him know that you need him. “Bucky..” Your eyes are closed again as he kisses your jaw. He speaks softly to you, almost in a mocking tone. “Need me to take care of you, sweetness?”. His flesh hand slips under your dress to cup your mound. A moan falls from your lips at the touch. “Mm.. you’re soaked, doll..” He chuckles slyly. “I’ve hardly even touched you”.

You groan and Bucky almost feels sorry for you, knowing how badly you need him. His hand slips into your purse for your keys and he opens the door, following you inside and shutting it behind him. You’re on him again in a second, hardly letting him turn around before your lips are on his again. You’re not slow like him, no, you’re desperate. Your hands find the back of his head, his arms wrapping around your waist for a moment before they find your thighs, pulling them up to straddle his waist.

He kisses you as he walks to your bedroom, luckily, it’s easy to find in the small apartment. He lays you down on the bed gently as he continues to kiss you with more force, tongue and teeth apparent. He pulls away to look at you; you’re breathing heavily, your face is flushed. He runs his thumb over your lips before sitting up on his knees.

His hands find your shoes, taking them off and gently setting them on the floor. Next is your dress, which you help him get off you while remaining on the mattress. “Perfect.. you’re perfect”. His hands run over your bare thighs before slowly stripping you of your panties. “Oh, y/n, god..” He stares at your bare sex and you squirm, needing anything from him to help relieve the throbbing in your clit. He chuckles down at you, a single finger gliding over your wet lips. “Such a needy thing, hm?”.

You whine, “Bucky, please..”. You watch him undo his tie and toss it on the floor, unbuttoning the couple top buttons of his shirt and rolling up his sleeves. He kisses you once again, his fingers running through your folds, barely touching where you need him to. You moan into his mouth, your hips coming off the bed in a desperate attempt for more. Bucky kisses and sucks your neck, leaving hickeys.

“God, been thinking ‘bout this sweet cunt since I saw you last.. been thinking ‘bout your pretty mouth moaning for me..”. You watch him move down your body, kissing your breasts, your tummy, down to the inside of your thighs. “Been thinking about how you’d taste..”. He spreads your thighs, your cunt on full display for him now.

He presses a soft kiss to the hood of your clit and your groan, your hand finding his hair and trying to push him down, only to be laughed at. “Be still, baby”. He finally gives in to you, his warm tongue gliding through your folds, sending shivers through your body already. He focuses on your clit, licking slowly and sucking, moans spilling out your mouth like a river. He hooks his arms around your thighs and buries his face into you deeper, his tongue moving faster on your clit before moving down to prod your entrance.

His nose bumps your clit as he fucks you with his tongue. The sensation is overwhelmingly good, your fist grabs his hair as your thighs begin to shake softly. He pulls away from you, strings of saliva following his lips. “Gonna cum for me, baby?” He pushes two fingers into you without warning and continues to suck your clit. “Bucky! Oh my god yes ‘m gonna cum, fuck!”.

His thick fingers pump in and out of you as his tongue works your clit, sending you over the edge. Your back arched and your legs shook as you felt the pleasure rising, spreading through your body, eyes squeezed shut as your peak hits. Your body goes limp as you come down, hands releasing Bucky’s hair.

Bucky wipes his mouth before coming up to kiss you, the taste of you in his mouth sending a new wave of arousal through you. He pulls back to look at you, his thumb running across your forehead. “You look so pretty when you cum”. You giggle softly at his statement before you palm his hard cock through his pants. He groans into your mouth as you squeeze him gently. “Take these off.. please”. Bucky smiles and lets out a playful huff. “Such a sweet girl you are”. He kisses your nose before complying, sitting up on his knees to unbutton his shirt first, then his pants.

His boxers are strained from trying to hold his throbbing cock in them. You look at him, hair a mess, face pink, unbuttoned shirt showing off his perfect torso. His chest rises and falls as you look at each other. You sit up, your hands finding his jaw as you kiss him sweetly. You help him shrug off his shirt before reaching your hand into his boxers and grabbing his thick member.

He groans as you handle him, moving your hand slowly as you continue to kiss him. Suddenly he pushes you on your back, removing his boxers completely and stroking himself as he watches you spread your legs for him. “Fuck, you’re so perfect, y/n”. He hovers over you once more, lining himself up with you. You feel his tip against your entrance, but he’s not moving. “Bucky, please.. need you so bad..”

“Just needed to hear you say it”. He pushes into you quickly, his cock stretching your tight hole. You both groan at the sensation, his vibranium arm grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head gently. “Fuck, this pussy, baby. So fucking tight ‘n warm”. You moan as he begins to move, lips on yours as he dives deep into you.

His hand comes off your wrists and onto your thighs as he sits up, pushing them back. The new position makes his cock hit you just right, his speed increasing. “Oh my god, Bucky, yes!” He fucks you hard, sweat covering his chest and his mouth open, eyes glued on where the two of you meet. “Gonna make you cum ‘fore I fill this sweet cunt up”. His flesh thumb finds your clit where he rubs side to side, making the familiar pleasure rise in you once more.

You let out chants of curses and his name as he hits your g spot over and over while his thumb works your clit. He can feel you starting to squeeze him, and he knows you’re close. He groans at the sight of you and the feeling of your cunt squeezing him. “Make a mess on this cock baby”. The hand on your thigh squeezes you harder as he tries to hold back for you.

Your second orgasm finally rips through you, even stronger than before. You moan and writhe, finally coming down, only one thing on your mind now. “Wanna feel you fill me up, baby, please please please-”. Bucky leans down and kisses you as he finally fills you up with his cum. You feel his cock twitching in you, the warmth of his seed coating your walls.

He moans as he finishes, kissing your cheeks and lips before pulling out and moving you both on your side, facing each other. “You’re amazing”, he says out of breath. You bring his hand to your cheek, holding his wrist as you snuggle into his hand. “And you’re incredible”. You both laugh softly and he kisses your forehead.

“You don’t have to.. I mean, I know it’s a far drive for you, so.. if you’re tired you can stay the night.. if you want”. He chuckles at your nervousness and pulls you into him. “I’d love to stay with you”. You smile and wrap your arms around him, feeling his warmth against your skin.

“Let’s get you cleaned up before we fall asleep, hm?” You nod as he carries you to the bathroom where you both clean up.

-

You fall asleep in Bucky’s arms that night. You’ve never felt like this for anyone. Normally you’d never ask someone to stay the night after the first date, or even sleep with someone that quickly. But Bucky is different. He feels different.

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<3 summary: you didn’t know you were failing that badly for him to make you stay back. but you weren’t complaining when he brought you to his office and locked the door.

<3 word count: 3.5k

<3 warnings: nsfw, swearing, soft levi and fluff at then end cause we love soft levi in this house.

<3 nsfw warnings: age gap(reader is of age), degradation, spanking, hair pulling, male oral reciving.

<3 note: this was requested by @jahanaraaaa and i just had to write it straight away cause it sent me into my monthly levi brianrot. tysm for the request & wait my dear i loved it so so much.<//3 but if you enjoyed please like n’ reblog, it’s greatly appreciated!

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The noise of his expensive dress shoes clicking as he moved across and black the laminate floor and his deep monotone voice was slowly putting you and others to sleep. But you had to fight it because you didn’t fancy getting an earful from your professor Mr. Ackerman. Well maybe you would, it’s no lie he’s extremely attractive and you’ve always had an attraction to men older than you. His bare ring finger gave you evidence that he probably wasn’t seeing anyone so it didn’t make you feel guilty about your not so little crush on the man.

“that’s it for today then, and don’t forget the assignment this time. Looking at you yeager.” His deep voice shook you from your daydream and the class was already over. ‘perfect this was the last one! Get me to be-’ “(y/n) stay back, I need a word”. Huh? Did he notice you falling in and out of sleep? we’re you failing his class? Well probably he always gave such difficult class test every week. But was it bad enough for him to make you stay behind?

Packing up your things you made your way down the small steps to where he leant against his wood desk. “you wanted to talk to me sir?”. You spoke with you arms folded, quite frankly annoyed he ruined your plans to sleep for the rest of the day- but also intrigued in what he wanted. you lifted your gaze from checking the time on your phone to his face when you didn’t get an answer. The action was a mistake because you were met with his steel silver eyes looking back at you and the sleeves of his dress shirt straining against his biceps and across his chest made him look irresistible. Shit he definitely saw you staring earlier, shit shit sh- “come with me.” He suddenly spoke up and pushed himself off his desk to walk in-front of you and towards the door at the side of the room. Quickly you followed his long strides, Not knowing where you were going but in the moment you didn’t really care.

Finally he stopped in-front of a door and unlocked it before stepping aside to let you in. walking to one of the two seats sitting before the large wooden desk you sat one one of them and waiting for him to take his place behind the desk. Hearing the click of the lock made you jump slightly and turn around to see him making his way to you with one hand in his pocket. “don’t look so excited, just having a little chat is all.” Fuck is it that noticeable? Well with the way you’re rubbing your thighs together, how your skirt riding up slightly and you don’t move to fix it, it definitely is. “so then, any idea why I went to the trouble of taking my free time to bring you here?”. Why is he acting like you asked for this? “I dunno Mr. Ackerman, maybe is it that you just love chatting to me?.” You could physically see his eyebrow twitch, moving to place his elbow on the arm of the chair and rest his face against his palm he sighed quiet loudly. “maybe I should’ve payed more attention to that attitude of yours”. You bring a hand to your chest and put on your best fake ‘what? Me?’ face. “me? Have an attitude? you’ve got the wrong student i’m afraid, i’ve always been the teachers pet i’ll have you know”.

You swore he was trying to stare right through you with how intense his gaze was. Sighing again he used his foot to slightly sway is leather chair. “listen (y/n) only reason i’m on your ass with the grades is cause Principal Smith is one mine about them.” Scoffing slightly you look off to the side for a moment before looking back at him. “why does he of all people care about my grades out of everyone in this place.” Not wating a second after you finished your sentence he butted in: “cause you used to be a top student only a month ago, now all of a sudden they’re coming out your ass. Care to let me know why?” “Dunno, a girl has priorities and frankly my grades aren’t one of them.” You huffed and crossed your arms back over your chest and pushing up your tits slightly. It was quick, but you seen his eyes flick down to your chest and back up.

“listen (y/n) i wanna go home just as much as you do and i’m not in the mood, so how ‘bout you just try harder when the next test comes around and i’ll try my best to give you the highest I can ‘kay?”. He truly did all seem concerned and all the times you’d fall asleep in his class, cheat on his tests or just not turn in assignments started coming to you along with the guilt of it all. But that doesn’t mean you’re gonna stop your little cat and mouse game. “i’m gonna need a bit more convincing than that sir, it’s easier said than done y’know.” Raising an eyebrow at your comment his adam’s apple bobs in his throat and he fixes his suddenly tight collar. “what do you mean convincing?, what do you have in mind?.” He questions, moving the chair to face it in your direction. Spreading his legs, leaning back and bringing one hand to run it through his black hair.

“oh professor! That sounds so, so scandalous! Didn’t think you were the type.” You seen slight snarl on his face before he turned to look at the bookshelf to his left. “tch, shut it brat, you hinted at it. And don’t think i don’t see the way you stare all class long.” He smirks at the end of his sentence, watching your eyes widened before you send him back your own quirk up of your lips. “oooh? You finally noticed huh? Gahhh it took you long enough.” Waving a hand around and turning your face to the side. “Get over here now.” “Hmm? What was tha-” “I said, get the fuck over now.”

The way his voice went down on octave and his stern gaze had you getting up and walking over to him like an obedient dog to its owner. Now standing between his spread legs your hands went to run across his shoulders and chest without you even thinking. They got lower and lower until they tugged at his belt. He took your two wrists into one and pulled you into his frame. “get down.” The short, but demanding command brought a quiet whimper from your mouth and had him chuckling in your face. Lowering down to sit on your knees , resting your hands on his strong thighs. You looked up to see him looking straight back, he always looked intimidating-but from this angle, it felt like he was burning holes through you. “hurry it up ‘teacher’s pet’” his deep voice, with a mocking sultry tone at the end, went straight to in between your legs, making you turn to hide your face. He bucked his knee up slightly to get your attention and silently tell you to actually hurry.

Rubbing up and down his thighs a few times, feeling the muscles twitch under your touch. The sight of his strained bulge in his slacks had you reaching for his belt, pulling it out through the loops and down onto the ground by your sore knees. His zipper and button came undone with ease along with you pulling down his trousers to his mid thigh, just enough to pull his cock from its tight confinement. He hissed slightly at the brisk air and your soft hand wrapped around him so suddenly. Humming at his reaction you didn’t waste another second and let a drop of spit fall onto the tip, waiting for it to meet your fist before setting his cock with the salvia. You saw his grip on the arm of the chair get tighter, so putting him out of his misery, you took him into your mouth and pushed your head down as far as you could before your gag reflex stopped you. “jesus (y/n), fuck do it again.” His scary n’ intimidating resolve crumbling right in front of you just made you want to see the other side of your professor even more. doing as he told you, you pulled back for a short second before bringing his cock back in and down your throat, holding it for as long as you could. The groan he let out sounded like an angel was above you, making your eyes roll back, throat tightening around him. Anyone would notice how hard he’s holding back from nestling his hands in your hair and fucking up into your mouth, and you did.Wanting to feel him grip your hair, you took his hands from the arms of the chair and placed them on the back of your head. He didn’t wait for you to get used to the feeling of them in your hair before he planted his feet down and used your throat as his own personal fleshlight. “that’s it bitch, suck my fucking cock, choke on it, there you go.” he took one hand from the back of your head and pinched your nose, cutting of your breathing and stilling his cock in the back of your throat, not listening to the hits you were giving his thighs.

All that could be heard in the spacious room was the wet gagging of your throat and his strangled grunts. Waiting and waiting for him to warn you he was about to cum- but it never came, all that did was your head roughly getting ripped from his cock. Once you could breathe probably you started coughing from the lack of air going into your lungs. “a-are you. You okay?” he asked with a bit of concern in his voice that made your chest swell. Giving him a small nod he hummed and lifted you to straddle him. “go ahead and strip for me” growing more impatient for the need for him inside you, you got straight to ridding your body of it’s clothes. Just being left in your panties, Levi looked down to see the soft pink lace with a small bow on the front grinding over his aching hard on. “please sir, can you fuck me now.” That name, that name is what did it for him. He brought his larger hands to the flesh of your ass and ripped the panties from the back and threw them to the floor.

The man didn’t even give you time to react before he lifted you slightly and pushed himself inside your tight heat. You weren’t going to lie- he was definitely bigger than you thought, especially for a man of his height. His bruising grip on your waist and the feel of sinking down on his cock had you whimpering and reaching for his broad shoulders. “s-sir more need more.” His strong chest shook with the deep chuckle he responded with. “a bit greedy don’t we think?” “don’t care, want you sir plea-ah!” he cut off your begging with a harsh slap to your ass and thrusted his hips up to meet yours. It all came at once and you feel into his chest panting. “c’mon brat, do the rest yourself since you want it so badly.” His demanding and teasing tone returned as he leaned back to watch you.

Lifting your knees up as much as you could till just the tip remained in you, and then you slammed back down onto his thighs. The action ripped moans from both of you in sync and had you repeating the cycle for another while. Levi thinks to himself for a short second, ‘what is he doing, why is he doing this?’ but you loud moan shook him from the thoughts and threw them out the window. The mix of the leather rubbing against your knees and the sweat on your skin started to make it harder for you to bounce desperately on his cock.

As if he could sense what your thinking, he reached around and under to rest his hands on the underside of your ass and stood up, holding you in his strong arms. He made it look effortless, how he could hold you up and walk to the wall behind his desk. “S-sir fuck wait”. He didn’t want to wait, he wanted to feel more of you, feel you cum around him and feel you squirm when he fills you up. “you didn’t wanna wait earlier did you? Didn’t wait a second when you had the- fuuck- chance did you? Just a fucking whore for me that’s all you are. A hole for me to use” His words were laced with venom, spat right into your ear by his mouth along with the stinging slap to your ass. Desperate to feel more of him, you dig your fingers into his shoulders, the skin hidden my his baby blue dress shirt as he lifted you up and back down with the brute strength of his arms.

Levi couldn’t hold it back much longer he needed to see you a shaking dumb little mess for him. He hoisted you so he could turn around and place you on the edge of the desk. You wanted to finally get a good look at the man that was giving you the pleasure you waited so long for, leant back on your forearms you could finally see Levi Ackerman in all his glory. The light from the two windows behind him shone in rays through the blinds and bouched off the exposed skin of his chest where he unbuttoned his shirt, the light flush to his cheeks and the jet black hair sticking to his forehead. It all made him look angelic before you, and you just couldn’t peel your eyes off him. He noticed the slight trance you were in and gave a particularly hard thrust that kissed at your cervix. It straight away snapped you out of the gaze and threw your head back with a loud moan. “fuck sir please don’t sto- hah! Wanna cum on y’ cock please please” moans spilled from you in tangent with his hips meeting your own. “such dirty fuckin’ words for a teachers pet hm? Should teach you some manners next time. But go ahead you wanna, hnngh, cum that badly do it for me darlin’”. There was too much for your fucked out brain to dissolve in the one sentence. Next time? Did he want to do this again? Did he mean to call you that name?. you didn’t care- you didn’t in the moment, all that matters was making him get you to the edge then watch him crumble himself. “yes sir m’gonna cum for you h-hard fuck fuck ahh m’ cummin oh my go- Levi!”

You didn’t mean to call him that, you really didn’t, it just slipped out in the midst of your orgasm ripping through you in waves. But he definitely didn’t miss it, his rhythm faltered for a short second but he seen you were still riding your high so he brushed it aside to keep you seeing stars, and trying to get there himself. “shit (y/n) that’s it, fuck you look- feel so good think i’m close” he grunted, watching you fall apart under him. He needed to feel deeper inside you. Grabbing your ankles from his waist, he brought them to his shoulders and kept up his erratic pace.

You had only come down and he still hadn’t let up. It was starting to tether on the edge of pain and pleasure and you didn’t know how long you could keep going. “No, no Le-sir please I cant can’t anymore fuck!” the moan he let slip out had him turning to hide his face in your calf. “shhh just- jesus christ, a bit longer ‘kay m’ nearly there baby you gonna take it all when I fill you up like the cumdump you are.” He struggled to get the sentence out, biting back more moans. You whimpered at the way the pet name fell from his lips like velvet.

“Sir I think i’m go-”, “‘s not my name princess” you peeked your head from his previous place behind your arm to see his stern stare had returned. “L-Levi..” you said quietly in case you were wrong. “fuck, there we go, now say it again”. His voice had gone deeper and the crease of his eyebrow told you that he was about to follow in your footsteps and reach his high. “Levi I think im, think i’m gonna cum again, please don’t stop it’s so good!” he hoped you were right there behind him cause he was himself. “fuck fuck (y/n) cum with me now, fucking cum you greedy little slut.” Flipping you over, he brought a hand to your hair and pulled you up to level with his face, making your back arch in a painful way. “I mean it bitch, be a good girl n’ cum nice n’ hard for your professor while he fills you with his cum.” He pushed your head back down onto the desk with force and brought his free hand to clap on your ass one, two and three times before gripping the tender flesh in his hand, using it as leverage to pound into your clenching cunt. Too much, it was all too much and for the second time you came, gushing around his cock. But this time it came gushing out of you and splashed onto his exposed stomach.”holy shit that’s it you fuckin slut!”. He brought three of his fingers down to dance across your clit and help you ride it out as his hips jerked against yours, his balls tightening and emptying the white spurts to paint your walls.

When you both were well spent he slowly pulled out of you, watching as his cum dripped out of your twitching pussy. He softly laughed when he used two fingers to push it back in you, seeing you wince as he did. Your whole body was sore and, frankly you don’t think you could move any part of it. Voicing your distress to him, it was like he snapped out of the mean, demanding character and flipped a switch to a caring side you’ve never seen. “here ill help” he brought his arm to under your knees and behind your back to lift and sit you on his chair behind him. “I have some tissue and wipes here for you if you need them, do you.. do you want me to help you get cleaned up?” not having the energy to answer him, you just nodded your head and let him crouch down and wipe away the mixed fluids from your body as gently as he could.

“listen (y/n), do-” “i’m not gonna tell anyone don’t worry, besides why would i? wouldn’t benefit me if did anyway.why? you ashamed we did this?” he looked up at you with wide eyes and took your hand in his. “no, no of course not. I just, just don’t want it getting around. could lose my job y’ know.” He whispered the last part quietly. “yeah I know, but i’m not ashamed or anything either, just so you know.” For the first time, in what you think is probably forever, he smiles softly and looks down at you playing with his fingers. “that’s good to know, and when i said next time, it wasn’t just in the moment, just so you know.” You both laughed at him mocking your words. “your not as scary as you seem Mr. Ackerman” looking and laughing up once again he hid his wide smile behind his hand. “is that so? Well thank you Ms. (L/n).”

you were going to laugh back a retort but just watching his soft, plump lips dance as he spoke and still in a smirk had you moving before you could think and slotted your lips onto his. Shocked, he didn’t react at you falling onto the floor beside him, but after a second he registered what was going on and moved one hand to the back of your head, the other to your bare waist and moved his lips against yours. Pulling away for a breath of air, he looked into the irises of your eyes and spoke up: “you don’t have to say yes of course, but if you’d like, i’d love to bring you to dinner sometime. not just as a professor and student shit, just as two people wanting to get to know each other”. Now it was your turn to freeze up and not know how to react. Going through the current scenario in your head, weighing between the options, you wondered what to say to the awaiting man before you. “I u-um.. i’d love to si- Levi” the way his name slipped from your tongue like honey made him flush and sheepishly look away for a short while. “well then I guess I could find some free time for you.” “yes, i’ll have to find time in my oh so busy schedule aswell Sir”. Both of you fell into a comfortable fit of laughter again in each other’s embrace.

The scene looked rather comical really. You-bare naked- and your-half bare- college professor laughing on the floor of his office, while talking about planning dates. Who would’ve thought failing grades would get you here?.

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Revelation

drarry | E | 1.4k | kinktober, uniform kink, strip tease, leather gloves, lots of buttons, a whisper of boot worship, auror!Harry, unspeakable!Draco

Summary: Harry gets caught watching.

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“What are you looking at?” Malfoy asked, cut-glass accent perfectly disdainful.

“Nothing.”

Malfoy’s lip twitched, almost a sneer, almost. “You’re watching me, Potter.”

“I’m not.”

He was. Harry had been watching him since they were both eleven, but that wasn’t what Malfoy meant. No. Harry was watching him now and he wasn’t even being subtle about it.

It was only the two of them in the changing room that the trainee Aurors and Unspeakables all shared, everyone else had left the building ages ago. It was late. Later than either of them should be here; later than they would be if they weren’t both working more than they should, if they weren’t both trying to prove themselves.

Harry had been in the duelling room, sparring with the automatons. Malfoy had been doing who-knew-what in who-knew-where. But they had both ended up here—in the sweat-scented changing rooms lined with lockers on both sides of the room. Harry was sitting on the uncomfortable wooden bench in the middle and Malfoy stood—defensive and as likely to admit it as a snake—against his locker.

Harry hadn’t meant to look, at first. It’s just that he was tired, bone-tired, and Malfoy was a curiosity now. Proven not-dangerous and maybe-decent by his wartime spying on behalf of the Order, but still sharp and unknown. Not-dangerous was an overstatement, perhaps. Malfoy had shown himself to be just as lethal as Voldemort had hoped for, only it was by hamstringing Fenrir in the middle of the battle rather than by felling Dumbledore during their sixth year.

The Unspeakables only took on talented witches and wizards with rare minds and a proclivity for deep thought and ambitious magic. But Harry wasn’t thinking about Malfoy’s mind. He was thinking about the fact that he had never seen Malfoy in less than perfectly neat clothes. Even in the midst of Fiendfyre and battle, Malfoy’s shirt had been buttoned up to the top, long sleeves covering his arms.

Unspeakable uniforms were even worse. They didn’t wear loose robes—like the Aurors, their uniforms had been streamlined after ‘incidents’ involving overly long sleeves and too much fabric—but tightly tailored black with so many buttons Harry couldn’t count them. Malfoy was covered from his neck to his toes; he even wore gloves, leather gloves.

Harry had started looking because Draco took his gloves off like it was some kind of personal ritual. He used the thumb and forefinger of his right hand to pinch the tip of each finger on the glove covering his left hand, until it was loose enough for him to slide off. The revelation of his hand—pale skin, slender fingers, perfectly manicured nails—had caught Harry’s attention. Then Malfoy did the same thing to his other hand.

It was like a present being unwrapped. Only the present was Malfoy.

That’s when Malfoy had opened his mouth and Harry thought that would be the end of it. Malfoy obviously knew Harry had been watching, and Harry’s denial had been more about keeping to form than any real protestation. Malfoy would pick up his gloves, snort derisively in Harry’s direction, and then bugger off home—wherever that was, these days.

Only Malfoy didn’t do any of that. He threw his gloves down on the bench next to Harry and with that quirk of his lip that said you are so far beneath me he brought his hands—his uncovered, unclothed hands—to the button glinting just under his chin. It slipped out of its hole. His fingers moved down to the next. Nimble and quick. The buttons were smaller than a knut, black and shiny, and Malfoy had only undone two of about a hundred but Harry’s chest felt like he’d just run up three flights of stairs.

Malfoy showed no signs of stopping.

The hollow of Malfoy’s throat, framed by the black collar of his uniform, was as startlingly pale as his hands. But more than that. This was the first time Harry had so much as seen this part of Malfoy.

Harry’s pulse thudded in his ears. He was just sitting, watching, but it felt like he’d just discovered something.

By the time Malfoy’s nipples—light pink, like the bit of the inside of his lip that Harry could see when he spoke—were revealed, Harry was hard. He didn’t bother trying to hide it. Malfoy had slowed down, made a show of each button sliding from it’s fastening, each inch of skin revealed.

Harry thought it might be the stark contrast of Malfoy’s black uniform against his fair skin that made Harry’s brain slow and slide like molasses. Or maybe it was the unexpected trail of dark blond hair that started on his sternum and trailed down, and down. Or maybe it was the silvery trace of scars on his skin. Or maybe it was Malfoy’s grey eyes, watching Harry as he watched Malfoy. A twin observation.

“Do you like to watch, Potter? Like to see, but not touch?”

“I—” Harry swallowed. He didn’t know the answer. He’d never done anything like this before. Never tangled himself, even accidentally, with someone as complicated as Malfoy. Malfoy who could make getting changed after work into something like a dance, something like a minefield.

“Of course.” Malfoy’s voice had dropped into something lower, softer. “You want to touch yourself. Go on then, do it.”

Harry stared. Malfoy unbuttoned the cuffs of his sleeves, and then there were pale wrists on show. Harry could see the tracery of blue veins there, and wondered if Malfoy’s pulse was racing as fast as his own.

“Come on, Potter, I’m showing you mine.”

Harry moved almost without thinking—he certainly didn’t pause to wonder what would happen if someone walked in—he undid his jeans and pulled himself out. But Malfoy interrupted him before he could do anything more than that.

“Wait a minute, I need your help.” Malfoy stepped forward, the top of his uniform unbuttoned all the way—the shirt hanging open and his navel level with Harry’s eyes—and placed the tip of his foot on the bench between Harry’s spread thighs. “Undo my boot for me, Potter.”

He was serious. Malfoy watched, waiting as though he had reserves of patience where Harry was concerned (contrary to all prior evidence). Harry looked down at where the shiny black leather of Draco’s boot sat, right in front of his own cock, still hard and standing proud of his open jeans.

Malfoy’s boots were laced halfway up his calf, and the knot was tight, but the leather was warm under Harry’s fingers and Malfoy’s skin was responsible for the warmth. Harry undid the laces quickly, and held onto the heel of the boot as Malfoy pulled his foot out, then set it on the bench beside him and pulled Malfoy’s sock off too. Malfoy’s bare foot was as pale and elegant as his hands, Harry wondered if he liked having his feet rubbed, and what it would feel like if Malfoy pressed the ball of his foot against Harry’s erection. Malfoy brought him back to reality—even better than his imagination, for once—by placing his other boot in the same position, and patiently waited once again for Harry to do his bit.

“Only seems right for you to help me, before you help yourself,” Malfoy murmured, his eyes on Harry’s cock.

Harry didn’t know what to say, so he stayed quiet—it had worked for him so far, and it worked again. Malfoy almost smiled, and his hands went to the waist of his trousers; there were buttons there, too. Swiftly undone, they revealed more of that dark blond hair—curling and neat—and then Malfoy’s cock. He was hard. Maybe he liked being watched as much as Harry liked watching.

Malfoy nudged Harry’s thigh with the toe of his boot, dangerously close to his balls. “Come on, take it off.”

Once again, Harry pulled off Malfoy’s boot, and then his sock. Malfoy put his foot back on the ground, widened his stance, and then stepped forward even closer—till his open trousers were almost close enough to touch Harry’s face.

“Actually, I think you should properly help me. Seeing as I’ve so kindly let you watch the show.”

Harry looked up, and Malfoy’s eyes were dark, his lips slightly parted. He was serious.

“Are you sure?” Harry asked.

“Do it, Potter.”

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