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ventique18 · 1 year

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Dreamlike

Malleus x Yuu♀️ (nameless) short one shot.

⚠️ Suggestive warning!

It's a hot summer. For Lilia, summer always makes him think of very specific things: beaches, watermelons, swimsuits. It's the perfect time to enjoy one's youth. Now, he's not actually young anymore to be bothered by such frivolities, but he is bothered anyway. It's because his young master, who is quite literally young and should, indeed, enjoy his youth, is instead spending time cooped up in his musty old library and eating nuts instead of watermelons or mangoes or coconuts.

That simply won't do. So, with the power vested in him as the boy's guardian, he manages to forc--convince him to join a youth summer camp.

Malleus Draconia isn't particularly pleased. But since he's getting bored of the same tomes and scriptures anyway (the scheduled procurement of new books isn't until a few months more), he accepts and uses it as an excuse to loiter around the mountains by his lonesome.

Until one night he isn't quite alone. He isn't sure if it's good or bad fortune, but for the first time in his traditionalist life, he experiences something truly shocking.

He walks in on a woman bathing. In a river, by the forest. Completely, utterly, naked. He watches her a second too long, he's ashamed to confess.

"Like what you're seeing?"

That snaps him back to reality. Flustered, he blinks and his mouth babbles and his hands shift in many different combinations of poses that he dreads the woman might think he's performing an odd sort of avian mating dance.

"No," He speaks quickly, "What I mean is, please do not misunderstand and think that I find you foul or, unattractive. I don't. I do think you're rather fascinating. But it's not that I'm watching you deliberately, goodness no. Please do not be afraid as I do not plan on doing anything more than look. I mean,"

He sucks in a sharp breath. He's not making any rational sense, and he's sounding like a creep, "I am merely curious."

For all his attempts at sincerity, he's failing horribly as he just cannot take his eyes off her.

But she laughs, and with a shake of her head, asks him playfully, "Alright stranger, can you hand me my towel?"

He does, and he almost stumbles from how shaken he is from this whole ordeal.

Much to his surprise, the woman does not think badly of him at all. She, in fact, asks him to come back tomorrow night. Same place, same time. Now, he's no fool and knows better than to fall for such suspicious traps, so he ignores her request and walks through a different trail the following night.

... Until he circles back and finds his feet perching on a familiar stony path; soles drenched and socks dampened by the moonlit water.

There she is, swaying languidly in the clear river. He can fully see every inch and curve of her alluring body, yet she does not bother to hide herself nor reprimand him for his obviously captivated gaze. And whether by pure curiosity or something else entirely, he finds himself wading through the waters and towards her, when she smiles and gestures for him to come a bit closer.

Nothing much happens that night, except for her asking what kind of flower he likes. He answers and asks her in turn if she likes berries, and if she prefers strawberries or blueberries or any other berry. What's your favorite color? Do you take care of any pet? As odd as the situation is, he catches himself looking less and less at the soft slopes of her womanly body and more on the tugs of emotions at the corners of her mouth.

He finds himself visiting her again the following nights. They talk about anything and everything, and very soon he thinks she knows more about him than anyone else he's ever met in his life. He finds comfort in her, and he wonders if she feels the same. He becomes a bit confident that she does, when she asks to touch him a week later.

For the first time in his life, he undresses in front of another not to dress up, but to... simply undress. He cannot fathom what comes over him. But he lets her roam his body, from the tips of his fingers to the ridges of his peculiar horns. From the slope of his nose to the dip of his hip. She stops before she can cross the boundary of appropriate and inappropriate (though one can argue their circumstance is not a very usual one), but rather than taking a step back, she moves forward and asks him,

"Would you like to touch me too?"

He does not reply. He cannot think. And when the head refuses to function any more, it's the heart that takes over the body. He cannot hear anything but the loud thumping of his chest, but he nervously perseveres and places a palm upon her left breast.

Thump, thump, thump.

Is that the blood that runs through his veins, or is that her heart resonating with his, through the red that dusts her cheeks and the fingers that shakily reaches for his own?

Thump, thump, thump.

He doesn't know. He cannot think. Not when her smaller hands intertwine against his much larger ones. Not when her legs coil around his waist, arms wrapping tightly around his back and nails sinking deep across the skin above his spine. Not when his mind is occupied with the soft enamor of her thighs, his fingers squeezing her tightly as he pushes and pulls her against himself; sinful sweat washed away by the unsullied waters.

What a terrifying feeling. He's never felt so out of control. He knows not what he's doing, he has nothing planned out in his head. All he has is this strange electricity coursing through him-- a magnet that draws him to her. He doesn't want to let go. He cannot let go. Not even when a wave of ecstasy crashes through his entire body and threatens to knock him out cold. Not even when they settle on his lodgings and bury themselves in the warmth of sheets and blankets.

Even then, he buries himself in her warmth.

So when he wakes up to find her nowhere to be seen-- not in bed, not in his immediate surroundings-- he no longer feels out of control. He is not in control. The trip has come to an end, and so did his dreamlike encounter.

Only the wanton marks left on his skin are proof that it was, in fact, not a dream.

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"Malleus, cheer up a bit, why don't you? You wouldn't want to scare your... let me check my notes... Ah yes, your 57th potential wife away, no?"

"And it's the 50th time I am telling you this: no one would ever want to waste an hour with me. Much less a lifetime. You would think the first seven were proof enough."

"Don't you say that! You're a handsome young man, if you would just learn to smile--"

"Enough, Lilia. This is the last time. If this still doesn't work out, I would rather let my bloodline die with me than suffer through any more humiliation."

*click* *creak*

"Hi there, stranger."

"..."

"Like what you're seeing?"

"... You have a lot of nerve, standing me up like that. And suddenly you show up-- out of nowhere-- with a cheeky little smile? This audacity calls for a fitting punishment, don't you think?"

"Ohh, scary. I like it. Lay it on me. Or would you prefer it in me?"

"Witch. You deserve a life sentence. Lilia, take out the marriage papers."

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Notes: THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ONE PARAGRAPH LMAOOO! I just wanted to share that I like cheesy cliche stories with a bit of sensual flavor and was just gonna share a rough plot. Somehow it turned into a short fanfic HAHAHA

I really really like the thought of Malleus catching Yuu bathing and doesn't really do anything to hide his interest. He's an honest man. It's a staple in any of the MalleYuu AUs in my brain.

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #twst fanfic

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maudiemoods · 2 years

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Hello! I've been thinking about your Space Au lately and I have a couple of random questions! (No problem if you don't want to answer them)

1- Are there different "standard" models for the suits they wear? As well as different models of swimsuit

2- If one of them commits cannibalism, is it possible for them to remain sane?

3- Does the amount of "person" they eat indicate how many of their abilitied or characteristics they will acquire? Or is it indifferent?

4- Are there children in this species?

5- Do they have any particular celebration?

6- Do they express emotions like humans? (Cry = sad for example)

7- Do they find any human activity or habit particularly strange or frightening?

8- Can the transparent garments they wear have color? Or do they need to be 100% transparent?

9- Do they have pets?

10- Do they use any type of makeup or face/body paint?

11- What would a normal room look like for this species?

12- (I just don't remember) Does that species have a name?

13- Does the crew have any distinctive uniform?

14- Could they make use of a translator so that the human can speak with them?

15- Can they eat ice cream? (It would be funny if Eclipse developed a taste for ice cream)

16- Are they sensitive to temperature?

17- Is that civilization dependent on technology?

18- Is the concept of giving or receiving gifts something that they practice or would it be something totally unknown to them?

19- What kind of special machines does the ship have?

20- At some point the human will feel comfortable with them to the point of helping them in the ship?

21- How would the human react to knowing what Eclipse did?

22- What would have been the reaction of Eclipse to discover the new friend of Sun and Moon?

23- Do they have any common illness? (like the flu for humans)

I'm sorry there are so many questions, but I haven't stopped thinking about them all night. Also sorry if it's not well written, I'm using the translator... (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

Thanks for all the questions!! I had fun answering them :D!!! Underneath the read more is the answers typed out!

Since you said you were using a translator, I thought I'd be better if I typed it all out! Plus, my hand writing can be kinda sloppy jdkdkks

Answer 1: there are plenty of different models! For crew mates, they're usually pretty simple and most of the time, black! Also! Because they're super durable, they could be used as a swimsuit! (We don't really like swimming)

Of course there are also more extravagant outfits for captains! Those aren't used for anything except show! But they also tend to be black unless used for special occasions!

By the way! Water is uncomfortable to breathe in! They can "turn off" their ability to breathe in through their skin for a while but they have to breathe through their mouth a lot

Answer 2: yes of course! If one only cannibalizes only a couple! Too many will definitely alter one's state of mind! Most don't cannibalize too many, so most are sane. But, beings like eclipse, who have eaten many, will definitely have a few (a lot) screws loose!!

Answer 3: well, to gain abilities, one must eat the core! If the ability affects appearance, just eating the core will change appearance!

If one wants a physical change not connected to an ability, they would really only need to eat one bite of said trait!

Answer 4: even though I haven't figured out life stages and reproduction, I have decided that they will not have a child-like stage. Keep in mind I'm still figuring this out! This probably won't change but who knows!

Answer 5: oh yeah! We have tons! Our biggest one is the solstice festival! It's where we all celebrate our species' beginnings and achievements! There's tons of food and music! Also games and workshops! All kinds of beings get together and celebrate our differences! Also! Also! There's lots of parades and performances

(coming up with this on the spot! Sorry if it's poorly done!)

Answer 6: yep! Pretty much!! Facial expressions are very important in communication! Our kind can practically hold an entire conversation just using body language and facial expressions!

Answer 7: human sleep schedules are a bit strange compared to theirs!

Sun: "this is the third time they've fallen asleep in 78 hours! Is something wrong with them??

Moon: "I don't care"

They also find human lifestyles awful!

Y/n: "back on earth, I worked 60 hours a week and still hardly had enough money to pay rent and feed myself!!

Answer 8: yep! Usually we wear colors that compliment/match our skin!

Answer 9: yeah! There are tons of different creatures we keep as pets back home! Thing is, they're pretty high maintenance so it's unlikely anything brings them on board their ship!

Sugar mite!

Answer 10: we don't really use makeup daily like some humans do. We do however outline our patterns with paint (usually gold) during certain festivals!

Answer 11: idk but I'll share a few ideas aaa

Maybe some sort of reclining chair as a bed? Or maybe some kind of nest where they sleep with their close friends?? (Idk how to even draw that. I'll have to start looking some ideas up)

They definitely have some sort of work space! What that looks like changes from being to being! Honestly idk. I'll figure it out soon (maybe)

Answer 12: as of right now, no. I want to come up with something neat but I need to do some research first and I'm lazy so that might take a while.

Answer 13: maybe something like this? Eclipse will wear one of those fancy outfits and the crew will wear their teams symbol on their shirts. They only use these clothes when they're representing their ship in public. Most of the time they just wear the basic black uniform.

Answer 14: yes they can! They built one to help y/n understand most languages in case they get separated!

Y/n: "ok! Lets see if this works! Ok, say something.

Moon: "you're a waste of space and I hate you"

Y/n: "hm"

(The tablet shown in the doodle is just a prototype? They make a smaller, more travel sized version for y/n later. I was just too lazy to design an actual device at the moment)

Answer 15: ooo definitely! There's probably an equivalent of that somewhere in space!

Y/n can have it because it's toxic to humans

Random background character: "uh, caption? We need orders-"

Eclipse: "I'm busy"

Answer 16: no, not really! Our kind's internal temp doesn't change unless we get really sick! Most have an internal temp of 2,800°f! But others, like sun and moon, might have a high or lower temp.

Edit because I'm too lazy to erase and rewrite: there are different races of them! Cooler colored beings have cooler temps and the opposite for warmer colored beings! Temp is neutral for those who don't fall into those categories!

Moon temp: 38°f Sun temp: 3,600°f!

Again! This is only their internal temp! Surface temps are a lot milder.

Y/n: "dude. You're cold"

Moon: "get off of me"

Y/n: "warm.. and suffocating

Answer 17: yeah absolutely. We depend on technology for travel, healing, trading, building, and more

Answer 18: they do give gifts! It's seen as a very generous gesture!

Sun: "pretty box :))"

Y/n: ".. the gift is in the box sun."

Their kind is very sentimental!

Answer 19: can't draw them out just yet! I don't know how to draw machinery! But!! They do have some sort of healing tank, a small teleporter/3D printer, bathroom stuff (it looks a bit different from normal human stuff), and also basic kitchen appliances.

Answer 20: yeah! It'll take y/n a while for them to figure stuff out though!

Sun: (explaining mechanical tools) "blah blah blah blah blah blah blah"

Moon: "don't crash."

Answer 21: they'd be full of rage! But would also be pretty lost for words. They would just do their best to be there for them :)

Lots of hugs for sun and moon!!

Answer 22: honestly, I haven't thought of a situation where they would meet yet

Eclipse: "ooo!! Jealous!! Mind if I take them off your hands? Why the angry faces boys? What's got you so upset?"

Answer 23: yep! I haven't really developed this stuff yet and honestly my wrist is starting to hurt a lot (sorry)

I'm so glad you like my au!! I really appreciate all the support and I love answering these questions!!

#long post #info dump #AAAAAAaaa im done #I'll try to answer more questions later today!#ren won't shut up #security breach moondrop #security breach sundrop #sb au #fnaf security breach au #security breach au #fnaf eclipse #security breach eclipse #beings made of stardust au #maudiemoods fnaf fanart #maudiemoods art tag

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spurgie-cousin · 3 months

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That is probably the only good thing about Gil & KJ, that they don't shun their kids for making different choices. Most of the adult girls wear pants and more modern (aka "revealing") clothes and many of them have openly admitted to kissing before marriage. They seem much more open minded about little things like that whereas JB takes it as a personal affront when his children defy him even as adults.

The Bates and the Duggars are very interesting side by side studies lol. The Bates kids are definitely conservative overall, but there are just some fundamental differences which i find so interesting bc they were raised in seemingly near identical environments, with the Bates kids being arguably less privileged for more of their lives.

I guess the most obvious hypothesis for why some fundie kids feel free to make their own decisions about their lifestyles as adults and some are afraid to is that parents like JB rule with more fear and less unconditional love.

The example I always remember is when Michelle and Jinger Duggar were being interviewed together and they were asked about Jinger's decision to wear pants (which was a sort of new thing at the time) and it was so emotional for Jinger to talk about with her mom there she started crying. Or how when Jill was asked about her parents feel about her nose ring or wearing regular swimsuits on instagram (shocking) she made a point to say they were not fans and didn't say much else for a while.

Meanwhile, the Bateses (?) answers to those kind of questions are sooo much more casual, never has either Gil or Kelly said anything negative about the kids making their own choices in that way as adults, they're always very positive and affirming and make a point to say it's their prerogative and they'll love them regardless. And to my knowledge, none of the Bates kids have made a big deal about *coming out* as a pants wearer lol. They've definitely answered questions about it bc people remember them in those neon prairie dresses, but it's always along the same lines, very casual.

That's not to say the Bates have perfect parents, I'm sure there are something things they would definitely not accept from their adult kids based on their values (ahem, same sex partners) but it's just interesting to compare adult kids from super conservative families. It's such a spectrum, like I truly believe is one of Jill Rodrigues's daughters started wearing pants they'd be disowned lol.

#long time listeners have seen me ramble about this subject too many times lol

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toomuchracket · 1 year

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BABYMOON/ first holiday with baby. Matty holding baby in the pool 🥹

oh my god!! yes. i'm imagining the baba being around eighteen months old (walking and kinda talking and eating solid food) when you take them abroad for the first time (although i think, like, uk city breaks with the baby when they're really little would be so cute, just weekends here and there. although god help you trying to get a pram around, say, edinburgh!). they've been teething non-stop for the past 6 months, and all three of you are a little bit stressed and emotional, and maybe you and matty are watching tv one night after the baby's gone to sleep and there's like a holiday/flight company ad (not the fucking jet2 one though i fucking HATE IT lol), and matty just turns to you and says "let's go on holiday". you don't even need convincing - even the THOUGHT of sunshine and sea air and just warmth has you feeling more relaxed already, so you book it then and there. i think you'd pick somewhere that's not too long a flight from london for you and the baby, so maybe you do two weeks in spain - malaga, perhaps? and obv baba is none the wiser, but you and matty are so excited for your first international family holiday. just like he did before they were born, matty almost goes a bit insane with the clothes shopping - he's buying cute little t-shirts and shorts and swimwear for the baby, a pair of tiny little docs sandals (cutest things on earth btw), little sunhats and baseball caps to protect their scalp in the sun (he defo cries at the tiny hats in the shops don't @ me), and even a pair of baby ray-bans that match his :')) and i think matty would totally spoil you with new clothes too! like, this is the first big thing that's happened to you all since the baby was born, and he just wants to treat and appreciate you, love of his life and mother of his child. and matty knows you so well at this point, like he's so attuned to what kind of clothes you like most and feel your best in, so everything he buys you - mostly pretty sundresses/maxi skirts and swimsuits - is something you'll absolutely love.

anyway, onto the actual holiday. the flight itself is alright - baby sleeps for part of it, then looks at a couple of picture books, and the cabin crew are BESOTTED with them - and so is the journey to your villa (i think you'd probs hire a car, just for ease with the little one). and it's incredible - very private, but in a nice area that you can walk around with the baby, which you do most days. i think you definitely go to the beach at least once - baba is NOT vibing with walking on the sand without their sandals on at first, at which you turn to matty and go "that's your genetics, definitely", but they're fine with it after you convince them to do a bit of paddling in the sea and play the game where you jump over the tiny waves. like they literally will not stop giggling and going "more, mummy!" until they're (and you're) exhausted, and then matty builds sandcastles with them while you sit and read your book, looking up sporadically and awww-ing at the sight of their curly heads bowed intently as they create their masterpiece (you take a sneaky pic, which soon becomes your lockscreen). most days, though, you just spend lazing about in the villa, playing in the garden or in the pool and just enjoying the sun - baba's a bit reluctant towards the sunscreen application process, though, and the only way they'll sit through it is if they see you putting it on matty and vice versa. naturally, matty loves this, because it means he gets to touch up his bikini-clad wife multiple times a day - and that's before the proper touching begins after baby goes to bed at night. anyway, back to daytime; truly your favourite thing about the holiday is watching matty and the baba in the pool, the two of them constantly giggling and splashing about. i think matty genuinely tries to teach the little one to swim, like has their little armbands on and some floaties, but most of the time he just holds them as he floats and walks about the pool, talking and singing and playing games. baba's favourite pool game, though, is one you're involved in too, and it came about by accident - you were standing fanning yourself at the poolside one day, and baba was like "mummy hot?", and matty just looked you up and down smirking and went "oh, mummy's hot alright", and you like rolled your eyes and matty laughed and went "come in with us and cool down" and you were like "yeah ok but don't splash me", so obviously matty held the baby and scooted over to you humming the jaws theme and splashed you and you were like "OI" and baba found the whole thing hilarious, so now you have to let the two of them splash you every time you go into the pool. but you don't mind, obvs - they're your family and you love them and you just all have the best time relaxing and having fun <3

#mads muses #mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #dad!matty

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aita-blorbos · 8 months

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AITA for accidently getting someone killed

before anyone asks no i wasnt the one that killed her

so i (16F) go to this school, they say if you go through it your set for life, i wont say its name for privacy reasons but you probably know it its famous, and while its mostly for people who specialize in something theres a course for people who dont have a specialty

i used to have a friend (16 F ill call her S) we had known eachother for sometime ever since our previous school's photography club, and she can be overly protective at times (not that thats a bad thing)

second person in this picture if another girl from this course (16 F ill call her N), N got in this school because her brother (ill call him F) is in my class but she didnt have a specialty, N would have verbal fights with me and at some point we got physical but it was mostly insults and such

i remember that S had gone to N to talk about something and it ended with S almost getting hit before another reserve course student stopped it

the next day it was found out that N had died, me and afew classmates had found out about this and i remember F being very distressed about it (hes not an emotional guy), i talked to S about it and told me a pervert probably did it (the murder weapon was a swimsuit with rocks in it) and that was that, i wanted to take photos of the crime scene to help but S did not want me taking pictures at ALL

afew days later it turned out that S was also murdered, almost in the same pose that N died, and afew people think that F might have been the culprit (consitering N was his sister and he had a short tempter)

i just feel so bad about it, S just wanted to look out for me and i never expected her to go as far as to kill N

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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bratshaws · 9 months

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through the hourglass 194. brb x oc

a/n: hope you guys enjoy this chapter...it kinda made me emotional for some reason l ol(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!! they make my nights they really do<3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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“I can’t believe we never bought her any swimsuits.” she’s having a blast at the store and he doesn’t mind it, he’s along for the ride, holding Nicole in his arms as Beatrice moves around picking everything up, “Oh! Look!It’s a little watermelon!” she was so happy and that happiness traveled to him.

He just watched, his heart filled with joy as Nicole just babbled happily, playing with the collar of his Hawaiian shirt. They were matching, something a few of the older ladies at the shop appeared to love: the same pattern for their outer shirts of bright coconut trees with a sky blue background.

"That's adorable," he says, gently bouncing Nicole in his arms, "She'll look so cute in that swimsuit."

Beatrice grins, nodding enthusiastically. "I know, right?" she says, "And look at this one! It has tiny sharks!" She holds up another one that indeed has a shark design in several colors, clearly excited about the prospect of giving their daughter options.

Rooster chuckles, "She’s going to look like a little beach bum," he says, "I can already picture it."

Beatrice gives him a playful nudge, "Hey, don't call our daughter bum," she teases, "She'll be a stylish beach baby, thank you very much."

Rooster laughs, "You're right, my bad," he says, "Stylish beach baby it is."

They continue to browse through the store, picking out cute and practical items for the beach day. Beatrice is in her element, and Rooster is happy to see her so carefree and excited. It reminds him of why he fell in love with her in the first place – her passion, her love for life, and her pure raw light.

After picking out a few swimsuits, sun hats, and beach toys for Nikki, they head to the checkout counter. As they pay for their items, Beatrice turns to Rooster with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"I have a surprise for you," she says.

Rooster raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh really? What is it?" he asks.

Beatrice leans in, planting a soft kiss on his lips. "I got you a matching swim trunk too," she whispers with a wink.

Rooster grins, feeling a rush of love for his wife. "You did?” she nods, biting her lower lip, “...are there even adult sized things here?”

Beatrice giggles, nodding again. "Yes, they have a section for men's swim trunks too," she says, "I couldn't resist getting us matching ones,at least color wise. We'll be the coolest family at the beach."

Rooster chuckles, feeling touched by her thoughtfulness. "I love it," he says, "You always know how to make things special."

She smiles warmly at him, her eyes shining with love. "I just want us to have the best beach day ever," she says, "It's our first family beach day with Nikki, and I want it to be memorable." she says and the cashier just smiles at that while sliding everything ahead.

"It will be," Rooster assures her, "With you by my side and our little beach bum," he winks at Nikki, "It's bound to be a day we'll cherish forever."

“Bum!’ Nicole giggles, clapping her hands, “Bum bum!” while that was random, no one blinks an eye…after all she was just a baby learning words, nothing bad about that. She was just so smiley that everyone immediately fell in love with her. She even said ‘bye bye’ to the lady at the store when they left.

“Alright,so,” he says as he opens the door and exchanges the bags for Nicole with Beatrice, “What next?”

“We go back home and change, then we come back to the beach.” she looks up at the sky with a grin, “It’s a lovely day today.”

Rooster smiles, nodding in agreement. "It is a perfect day," he says, "And we have all the beach essentials now, thanks to you." he shuts the car’s door and sighs,propping his hands on his hips, “We might need some sunscreen though.”

Beatrice laughs, playfully nudging him. "Of course, Mr. Forgetful," she teases, "I got that covered too." She reaches into her bag and pulls out a small bottle of sunscreen. "See? All set."

Rooster grins, feeling grateful for his thoughtful wife. "You think of everything, don't you?" he says, taking the sunscreen from her and kissing the tip of her nose.

She smirks, "Well, someone has to keep things in order around here," she jokes, "And that someone is definitely not you."

He pretends to be offended, clutching his chest dramatically. "Ouch," he says, "You wound me, Beatrice."

She giggles, leaning in to peck him on the lips. "I love you,and I can kiss you better," she says, "Now, let's head back home, get changed, and have the best beach day ever with our little beach bum."

Rooster smiles, his heart swelling with love for his wife and daughter. "Sounds like a perfect plan," he says.

They make their way back home, and as they change into their beach clothes, Rooster can't help but feel a sense of excitement. It is a milestone, in a way, Nicole is seeing and touching the beach for the very first time.

When was the first time he saw the beach?

He thought about it, pulling his white tee off his body and exposing the golden skin of his chest for Beatrice’s eyes. He hasn’t seen her there, she just came up to grab something in their room and stopped by the door, eyes locked on the muscles on his back and mouth parted open in shock at just how sexy he was.

Rooster's thoughts drift back to his own childhood as he changes into his swim trunks. He remembers the first time he saw the beach – it was during a family vacation when he was about six years old. His mom had taken him and his cousins to a beach in Virginia, but he couldn’t recall which one.

He remembers the feeling of awe and wonder as he stood on the sandy shore, the vastness of the ocean stretching out before him. The sound of the waves crashing, the salty smell of the sea, and the warmth of the sun on his skin left a lasting impression on him.

As he snaps back to the present, he finds Beatrice staring at him with that same mesmerized look she had when she first saw him without his shirt on. He chuckles, pulling her close to him after tossing his shirt aside.

"What's got you so captivated?" he teases, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

She blushes slightly, smiling up at him. "I was just admiring the view," she says playfully, running her fingers down his chest "You're looking pretty good, Roos."

He grins, his arms wrapping around her waist. "Right back at you," he says, "You always take my breath away, you know that?"

Beatrice leans in, their foreheads touching. "That’s a quote from the Berlin song.”

“It sure is.”

“Cheesy.” she giggles, touching his face, “But that’s one of the reasons why I fell in love with you, that and your sweet sweet face,” her nose scrunches in a smile before she backs away from him, with some resistance from her husband who whines as she looks around the room, “I’m trying to find my flip flops, did you see them?” he makes a confused noise, slipping his Hawaiian shirt back on, “Yeah, you know the ones, the Sailor Moon ones, I used them that time at the beach…when we had our game.”

“Oh.” he hums, “To be honest I wasn’t paying attention to your…feet.” he drops his eyes down her body appreciatively, earning a soft sigh and a chuckle from her, ‘But I’m sure they look cute.’

Beatrice playfully rolls her eyes at his teasing, but there's a glint of amusement in her eyes. "You're such a flirt," she says, poking him in the chest, "But I guess I can forgive you this time."

He grins, fixing his collar. "I promise to pay more attention to your feet next time," he says with a wink then he frowns, “Wait, ugh, ignore I said that.”

“Too late.”

“I wasn’t thinking when I said it.”

She laughs, swatting him playfully as she walks past him to the opposite side of the room. "Okay, okay, enough flirting," she says, "I really need to find those flip flops."

Rooster looks around the room, trying to spot the flip flops she's talking about. "Hmm, let me help you look," he says, joining in the search. After a few moments, he spots the Sailor Moon flip flops tucked under the bed. "Found them!" he says, picking them up and handing them to her.

Beatrice takes the flip flops with a smile of gratitude. "Thanks, babe," she says, but he holds onto them, making her furrow her brows, “What?”

“Just reminiscing.” he smirks, leaning closer to kiss her nose, ‘You looked so beautiful that day,” she immediately scoffs, grabbing the sandals from his hands as he slowly lets go of them, “Those shorts,” he whistles low, “Those shorts should be illegal…but I did see you naked, many many times…I can’t choose a favorite look on you.”

“Oh my God.” she swats his shoulder, “I’m going to check on Nikki.”

“No worries, gorgeous.” he kisses her head as she walks away, keeping her in his vision until he can’t see her anymore. Now that he’s alone, he can’t help but smile while recalling that day…he just noticed a lot of important things, in their lives, happened at the beach. They had the game at the beach, he took her there before asking her out during Phoenix’s barbecue, he told her about his very first deployment there…and he proposed to her at the beach.

With his lips pursed, trying to contain his smile, Rooster just felt himself getting giddy, ‘Maybe that’s why she thinks Nikki would like it,” he whispers to himself, buttoning his shirt to the middle of his chest. Inhaling quietly, he turns on his heel towards the hallway, tapping his finger rhythmically on the wall - the melody of ‘Great Balls of Fire’ coming out of his mouth as he hums, walking up to Nicole’s nursery only to watch as Beatrice holds her up to her face.

He smirks, leaning his shoulder against the door as Nicole, who looks very confused as to what exactly she was wearing - the little worried look resembled Beatrice’s so much - as his wife cooed and squealed happily at their daughter’s outfit, “You look so cute! So cute! Oh my god.” she kisses Nicole’s cheek, “You look adorable, like a little watermelon, oh you look so cute, we have to take pictures when we’re at the beach.” he turns to looks down at the floor when he sees Jolene and the pups right there by him…all of them wearing beach themed shirts too…and sunglasses.

He blinked, then clicked his tongue against his teeth, pointing to the dogs, “I see they are all ready to go too.”

Beatrice turns to look at Rooster, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she hugs Nicole close. "Oh, absolutely," she says with a grin, "We can't leave them out of the beach day fun! Look how adorable they are in their beach outfits." cue to tail wagging and happy panting from them.

Rooster chuckles, kneeling down to give Jolene and the pups some pats on the head, even fixing Eleanor’s colorful sunglasses. "You guys are stealing the show," he says playfully, "But hey, looking good."

The dogs wag their tails happily, seemingly excited about the beach day adventure as well. Beatrice carefully changes Nicole to her opposite arm while hooking her baby bag on her shoulder…well,trying to, because Rooster takes it out of her hands immediately. He kisses her lips cutely when she tries to complain, only to sigh and shake her head before following him outside.

He opens the door so they can put Nicole in first, then the dogs enter, then they do. And Beatrice sighs happily once she’s inside, closing her eyes behind her sunglasses, “Okay!” she spreads her hands “I have some ideas for today,wanna hear them?” she even had a little notepad.

Rooster grins, turning the car on and opening the garage’s door. "Of course, I'm all ears," he says, glancing at her notepad with curiosity, "What fun ideas do you have in store for our beach day?"

Beatrice opens her notepad and clears her throat dramatically before starting. "First, we should definitely take a family photo on the beach."

Rooster nods in agreement, "That's a great idea," he says, "What else?"

She continues, "Then, I was thinking we could build sandcastles together. I know that some babies enjoy playing with it…we just have to be careful with the sun."

"Of course," Rooster says with a chuckle, "Sounds like a plan."

Beatrice grins, flipping to the next page of her notepad. "And after that, we can take turns splashing in the waves with Nikki," she says, "I'm sure she'll love the feeling of the ocean on her little feet."

Rooster nods, they are already out of the house and the garage door is closing. "Sounds good," he says.

Beatrice beams at him, feeling grateful for the wonderful family they have. "And last but not least," she says, "We have to collect seashells pictures but not seashells because that’s just going to harm the environment! But,yeah! That’s what I got." she smiles, placing the notepad inside her bag as she leans back against the seat, placing her hands over her stomach as she looks out the window.

She doesn’t know why today was going to be so special, but she knew it’d be special…she just knew.

Nicole stood close to Rooster as he crouched next to her by the shore, holding the little baby up by her armpits and looking to the ocean, “...look Nikki.” he whispers, ‘It’s the ocean, you’ve seen it before, yesterday.” he coos, the light reflected on his sunglasses and on the little pin on her hat. It was still early, they’d never get to the beach when the sun was at it’s peak.

Nicole was mesmerized, she was just staring. And Rooster loved it, “Okay we-woah!” she started walking to the water, well,trying to. Her father picked her up before she could move more than a few inches, her tiny legs kicking in the air when he lifted her up, “Okay, listen, missy,” he stands up fully to hold her against his chest, wagging his finger at her, “We are going in the water together.”

“Wa?” she points to the ocean, “Wa-wa?”

“I don’t know if you understood me or you are just saying because you are just smarter than we ever thought you’d be.” he mutters, “But yes, we’re going together, while mama.” he turns to where Beatrice was,giving her a smile and a wave. She was sitting in the shade with Jolene and Jack by her side,Eleanor was trotting to meet Rooster at the shore, “Mama is going to stay under the shade with the dogs and your little siblings.”

Nicole giggles, her baby laughter filling the air as she bounces in Rooster's arms. "Wa!" she repeats, pointing at the water again.

Rooster grins, nodding at her enthusiasm. "That's right, baby girl," he says, "We're going to the water!" With Nicole safely in his arms, he walks towards the shore, the soft waves lapping at his feet.

He stops when the water reaches just above his ankles, making sure it's a safe depth for Nicole. She looks at the gentle waves, her eyes widening in wonder. "Wa-wa!" she exclaims, kicking her little legs in excitement.

"Yep, that's the water," Rooster says with a smile, "It's pretty amazing, huh?"

Nicole babbles happily in response, reaching out to touch the water with her tiny fingers. The sensation of the cool water on her skin makes her squeal with delight. "Wa-wa!" she repeats, splashing the water with her hands.

Rooster chuckles, delighted by her reaction. He takes a step further into the water, and Nicole clings to him, her small hands wrapping around his neck. "It's okay, baby," he reassures her, "Daddy's got you."

He slowly walks a bit deeper into the water, making sure to support Nicole's weight. She clings to him tightly, her wide eyes never leaving the ocean waves.

As they stand there together, Rooster feels the weight of responsibility as a father, but he also feels the immense joy of sharing this special moment with his daughter. He knows they’ve been going well, but he still had his moments…undoubtedly, therapy is going to help him do it better.

“Okay,” he feels the sand beneath his feet for a bit before gently lowering Nicole to the water, the waves not that strong or fast, so it wasn’t too overwhelming for her. His daughter squealed happily, kicking her feet in the water and the high pitched sound called Eleanor’s attention who practically stomped through the waves to meet them there, making sure Nicole was alright, “She’s fine,Ellie.” he reassures the white pittie mix, who whines as if to ask if he was sure just as Nicole is having a blast on the waves.

He smiles down at her, for such a small body she is moving as if she wants to walk on water herself. He lifts her from the water after a while, kissing her cheek, “Fun right?” she giggles, stretching her little body back almost wanting to return to the ocean, “Alright, okay, calm down Ariel, we’ll be back in the water in a little bit.” he looks back at Beatrice, who was now happily reading a book with her hand on her stomach, “Let’s go see mama.”

“Wa-wa.”

“I know, later.”

She points her tiny hand to the water, making a grabby motion “Wa-wa.”

Rooster sighs, arching his brows up to his hairline as he runs his free hand through his hair, whistling so Eleanor joins them on the way back.

As Rooster walks back to where Beatrice is sitting, Nicole giggles and reaches out towards the water again, still fascinated by it. Eleanor follows closely behind, wagging her tail as if to join in on the fun.

"Looks like she's really taken to the water," Beatrice says with a smile, setting her book aside as they approach,fixing her sunglasses over her eyes.

"Yeah, she's a natural beach bum," Rooster chuckles, sitting down next to Beatrice and placing Nicole in her lap. "She was loving every moment of it. But I think it’s better to stay here for a little bit, then I can go for a swim after you go."

Beatrice wraps her arms around Nicole, who snuggles against her, still pointing towards the water. "I think we have a little water baby on our hands," she says, "I told you she’d be like that…also why do you want me to-" he slowly drops his eyes down her body, before covering the brown irises with his Caravan, “Oh my God. You are just awful.”

“-lly in love with you.” he coos back, “No, but really,” he leans back on his hands, toned stomach expanding as he inhales the salty air, “I’m okay being here right now. Just for a little bit.”

Beatrice rolls her eyes affectionately, then turns her attention back to Nicole, who is still pointing excitedly at the water. "Looks like someone is eager to get back to the waves," she says, "But later,Nikki.."

Rooster looks over to the ocean with the wind brushing through his hair, “...I have a therapy session.” Beatrice looks up at him in surprise, and he tilted his head at her with a smirk, “I found someone.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, his name is Dr.Paulson,I uh,” he scratches the side of his face after wiping the sand from his hands, “I heard some of the guys at the base talking about him, he’s been working with a lot of people for a long time now.”

She looks ready to burst, “Roos, that’s incredible!” she says, leaning closer to press a soft kiss to his cheek, one that only was made more special when he turned his head to kiss her lips just in time. She kisses him a few more times, rubbing his cheek, “...when are you going?”

“Uh…this thursday, after lunch. It’s the first session so,” he shrugs, “I don’t have a specific time yet.”

Her gaze softens as she holds Nicole to her chest, “...how do you feel about it?”

Rooster takes a deep breath, looking to the coming waves. "Honestly, I'm a little nervous," he admits, "But I'm also hopeful. I know I need to work through some things, and I want to be the best version of myself for you and for the kids."

Beatrice gives him a reassuring smile, her love for him evident in her eyes. "You're already the best version of yourself," she says, "But therapy can help you healeven more. I'm proud of you for taking this step, Roos."

He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Thank you," he says softly, "Your support means the world to me."

She reaches up to cup his face, her thumb brushing against his cheek affectionately. "We're in this together, remember?" she says, "No matter what, I'll always be here for you, cheering you on every step of the way."

Rooster nods, a sense of gratitude washing over him for the incredible woman he has by his side. "I know," he says, "My own personal cheerleader huh?”

“Something like that.”

His smile drops diminutively before he speaks, “...my mom never went.”

“Hm?”

“To therapy,at least I don’t remember.” he purses his lips, subtly shaking his head, ‘She…she was always so strong, I don’t think she ever did go. I do remember her taking me to my sessions, but her? Never…even after she got sick. I don’t know why.”

Beatrice's heart aches as she sees the mix of emotions on Rooster's face. She reaches out to hold his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "It's okay, Roos," she says softly, "Everyone has their own journey, their own way of coping with things. Your mom might have found strength in her own way."

Rooster nods, but he’s still looking ahead. "I guess so," he says, "She was always a strong woman, that's for sure…but now that I’m grown and now that I…I’ve seen and heard everything that happened, even from Mav…I think she was scared of the pain again." the waves crash on the shore,people talk around them and they feel like they are in their own little bubble, “I think that’s why she hid things from me, because it scared her so much about…the thought.” he says the last line with a heavy exhale, “...the memory of him.”

“I understand.”

“I used to be terrified of the ocean. So much. You know that…and I wonder if that wasn’t my mom’s fear too. Because she’d take me…very few times. We’d rarely go on our own.” the wind flutters his hair alongside Beatrice’s, “...I don’t want to have that fear,Bea.”

“You–” she wants to say he doesn’t, but if he mentioned, he…must feel some type of way about it. She didn’t want to undermine his thoughts.

“Being your husband, being a father…it changed me a lot. And for the best,” he smiles at her, tilting his head just enough to show Bea his eyes, only to look away again, “But I think there are things that I can do better, mentally wise. I can’t change the past,babe as much as I’d love to.”

Beatrice gently cups Rooster's face, guiding his gaze back to hers. "But you can heal from it.” she rubs his cheekbone, “And it’ll be good for you,first and foremost.”

He leans into her touch, "Thank you," he says, his voice tinged with emotion, a bit choked up too,he kisses her palm and squeezes her hand briefly.

Beatrice smiles, her heart overflowing with love for this man. "Always," she says, "You know that." she sighs, looking at the ocean, “You know…I think me and Nikki can go to the ocean for a bit.”

“Wa-wa!”

“Yes, wa-wa.” Beatrice giggles, looking up at Rooster who magically appeared in front of her to help her up alongside Nikki, “We’ll be fine.” she reassures him before he even asks, “I promise we will.”

Rooster smiles, kissing her cheek before moving to her ear. "I love you," he whispers, "Thank you for being my anchor, especially when I feel like I'm drifting."

"I love you too," Beatrice replies, she kisses him right back on the jawline, "And I'll always be here.” He kisses Nicole’s head, then hesitantly lets Beatrice’s hand go, watching with his hands on his hips as his wife and daughter walk towards the ocean. He smiles softly,sitting down with Jolene and Jack, since Eleanor trotted along Bea, and he sighs. Jolene’s big honey eyes look at him, her huge head plopping on his thigh with a little whine escaping her throat. “I’m okay Jojo.” he chuckles, scratching her head, “...but I kinda lied a bit.” he mutters, “...because I’m fucking terrified of therapy.”

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capricciocreates · 5 months

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I dont know where else I could put this all down, but maybe Tumblr can be that place for now...

I've been talking and hanging out with this cis guy who slid into my DMs a few months ago. We met at a pool party where I wore a woman's swimsuit for the first time. (A major confidence boost I must say!) He sent me a friend invite on Facebook and we would chat just here and there. He would throw little compliments in every time we would talk.

Cut to last week where he tells me he wants to ask me a question. He asks me if my wife and I are open/poly ,to which I tell him that I've been in an open relationship that just recently turned poly.

He explained that he'd like to get to know me more and I admit I was a weird mix of scared and super fucking excited. We wound up seeing each other again at a local LGBTQ event called "Transfest", where he had a booth promoting his personal training gym. He showed me some exercises that target areas that a lot of cis AND trans women/men can all do to help with wanting a certain physique.

From that day we chatted a lot at his booth, where he laid on some of the best rizz that made me melt. He complimented my outfit and said I look like the cute "girl next door" 😏 I think wearing cute shorty shorts helped with that. 🤭

He asks me if my wife and I would like to come to hang out at their place. Unfortunately, my wife wasn't able to make it, so I went alone. I had a lot of scary thoughts for my safety, so I made sure to tell my wife and another friend where I was going.

The night was fun with him and I being able to be more flirty and getting to find out what it's like to kiss a guy with a full beard. 10/10 would recommend. I love me a good bear of a guy. His wife was also super sweet and was awesome to see again. She and my wife would definitely hang out since they both have craft rooms. It would be wholesome omg!

The night came to an end, and after he walked me outside, he gave me a VERY nice goodbye that had me pushed up against my car. ☺️ (nothing too raunchy just yet)

I'm at home now, having smoked a bowl after taking 2 edibles at their place. I'm sorting through big feelings, so this felt like it should help. Maybe I'll keep doing this or forget. We'll see. I've been on HRT for a year now, and I'm feeling a lot of emotions about that too. Yay word vomit therapy!

#polyamory #trans #transgender #lgbtqia #word vomit

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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years

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“…but, yeah, Keith. You very nearly came close to almost kinda beating me in a race! You’re a pretty good swimmer. I’m surprised you weren’t on the swim team.”

Keith looks at him strangely. “Lance, dude, the swim team at the fucken’ Garrison in Arizona? Sports mixed with military mixed with the South? On top of everyone being half-naked and embarrassed about it? Um, no. That’s a lot of homophobia and concentrated toxic masculinity in one spot. I would get hatecrimed immediately.” Keith tilts his head, squinting at Lance. “Weren’t you out at the Garrison, too? How did you not get hatecrimed?”

Hunk barks a loud and sudden laugh, and Lance grins. The rest of the team looks on with interest.

“Because Lance roasted them within an inch of their lives,” Hunk says, wiping a tear from his eyes. “Holy shit, I wish I’d been there.”

Pidge raises an eyebrow. “You roasted a group of teen boys so hard they gave up on being homophobic? That sounds unlikely.”

Lance rubs his hands together, smirking. “Okay, listen up, everyone. I present to you the time I was the baddest bitch I’ve ever been.”

—

As excited as Lance had been to try out and make the swim team, the only emotion he was really feeling on that first morning practice was trepidation. (Which, for the record, is an annoying-ass thing to feel at four-thirty in the fucking morning. Why did he choose swimming, again? Why couldn’t he have chosen, like, the chess club, or something? Ugh. Past Lance could meet him in the fucking ring.)

His anxiety was not helped by the fact that he was the first and currently the only person in the changeroom. He scrolled through his e-mail, double-checking the message from the coach to see if he was here at the right time.

Yep. Practice starts at four forty-five. He’s getting ready at a reasonable time, which means the rest of the team should be here, which means their continued absence is freaking him out.

He starts to get ready regardless. He supposes the rest of the team’s presence doesn’t really matter, so long as he’s on time. He bends over to untie his shoes, rolling his eyes at his own oversight. Why the fuck did he wear his Chucks to swimming practice? He could be practical instead of gay, maybe for once in his life, but noooo. Heaven forbid he look like a straight person. Just as he’s pulling off his shoe, he hears a crowd of voices, laughing and teasing.

Aw, shit. They all know each other.

Lance forces himself to continue getting ready, not to look up. Look confident and unbothered and they’ll leave you alone. Probably.

All conversations cease as the rest of the swim team enters the changeroom and sees Lance. He can feel several sets of eyes staring at him, and he just barely holds himself back from squirming.

It’s fine, it’s fine, they just don’t want to tak around you, just get your stupid Speedo on and they’ll ignore you —

“Hey, it’s Lance, right?”

Shit.

Lance deliberately finishes pulling on his swimsuit before looking up. Not only does he need to seem bored and uninterested, but he is not talking to strangers with his dick out. Not happening.

“Yeah, I’m Lance.”

He intentionally does not ask for the guy’s name. He’s not 100% on the rules among Straight American Sports Dudes™, but he’s pretty sure acting excited and overeager is a great way to get pummelled. That’s what the movies say, anyway.

“I’m James.” James gestures to the guys gathered around him, about ten guys in total, who are all staring at him seemingly unblinkingly. Jesus. Is he about to get hazed or something?

“We just wanted to let you know that we know you’re, like, into dudes or whatever —”

Lance slowly reaches behind him, clutching his phone behind his back. His no-looking texting isn’t all that great, but if these guys are about to jump him, he can probably shoot off a message to Hunk that’s incoherent enough to worry him so he can come and possibly keep Lance from getting ‘prank’ drowned in the pool.

“— and we’re cool with it,” James continues. Lance almost sighs in relief, remembering at the last minute he doesn’t want to show any weakness in front of these people. “So long as you don’t stare at us while we’re changing, or we’ll have to beat you up, ha.”

There are several scattered laughs and jeers, the rest of the team clearly agreeing with James. Lance relaxes.

Oh, they want to play this game? Lance knows how to play this game. Lance is gonna fuckin’ smoke them at this game. He’s great at this game.

He flashes a sunny smile at them, making his voice as sweet as possible, as he continues pulling on his gear. “Oh, no problem,” he assures. “I won’t be looking at you guys. I mean,” he looks them all up and down, intentionally slowly, scoffing a little. “Come on. I don’t just look at any random guy. I only look at guys who are, like, at least a four. None of you need to worry. No one’s looking at you guys, ha.”

He barely holds back a smirk at the stunned silence, pulling his shirt over his chest.

“I have a girlfriend,” one guy protests. He’s taller than the others, standing right next to James.

Oooh, someone’s ego was just hit.

“We all do,” someone else confirms.

“And I admire their hustle!” Lance exclaims, doing his best to look reassuring. He is going to grind these shitheads down to nothing. “It’s definitely nice to know that you always look better in photographs. But personally, I’d only date an ugly guy if he was worth at least fifteen million dollars. I would never date someone as unfortunate-looking and broke as you guys, I don’t want to sink that low. You get it, I’m sure.”

He pulls on his swim cap and goggles, checking his watch. Four forty-two, perfect.

“Anyways, practice is about to start, so I’m gonna bounce,” he says, memorizing the identical looks of despair on each one of their faces. He wiggles his fingers over his shoulder, smirking at them. “See ya in there!”

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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Too Close For Comfort

TW: Dark! Rafe. Stepmom!Reader. Smut. Language.

SUMMARY: Your step son Rafe has caught you in a rather promiscuous situation and decides to act on his fantasies.

WORD COUNT: 2200

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Too Close For Comfort

Being married to Ward Cameron meant that you wanted for very little. Your side of the walk-in closet was covered in designer clothes, many still wearing their price tags, jewelry tucked away in a safe set behind a picture frame within the bedroom, and lavish cars and vacations that made you the envy of all peers. But no amount of souvenirs from exotic places or the number of designer shoes paired in countless rows within your closet could fill the void of a lack of intimacy. Not just emotional,although this was clear whenever you two were in the same room, but also that kindness of even an affirming touch.

It was clear that rather quickly after the ‘Cinderella effect’ of your marriage now faded, came the reality of just how much you didn’t have in common with him. You were a trophy and he was nothing more than a provider in the sense of being on paper. And usually you could satiate this lack by distractions such as shopping sprees and days on The My Druthers. Which brought you to today when your sexual deprivation and frustrations made you see Rafe in a different light…

Your eyes couldn’t help but feast on him from beneath your Prada shades as every line of his body was etched to perfection and colored that perfect sun kissed glow that made you bite your lip without realizing until the pain set it thrust back to a content rest. You had always heard your peers talk about how he was ‘delicious’ and ‘scrumptious’ and of course you couldn’t deny this internally although you berated them as they said this aloud as he was your stepson, even if he was closer to you in age than your own husband. But either way, you knew you couldn’t act on it, no matter how true your friend's words had been. It would be made impossibly complicated, just like your feelings for him had been since you met him…That sinful beckoning…that pull from behind his eyes that invited you to damn those morals…

Shit…

You couldn’t take it anymore. The ideas that came from just seeing him on the other end of the boat, dripping from the ocean, had erected visions of sweat as he draped himself over you or wrapped you over him. It was too much. The need was too great. But you couldn't very well mount him on the sundeck without raising a brow or two, even if Sarah and Topper were the only ones nearby as Ward had been too invested in a phone call to make note of anything you had done-as always. Even if you were dressed in the tiniest of swimsuits and revealed as the goddess you were, it didn’t matter to him. Not for more than a moment's glance anyway.

By the time you made it below deck, the ideas of Rafe had swallowed you whole. There wasn’t a position or angle you hadn’t had crossed your mind and it was enough to have you on the edge of the bed, fingers in no need of prior lubrication, before you drew lines between your folds.

“Oh fuck…” You breathed, the whimpers silenced behind your lip bit tightly as you envisioned that bronzed torso and those enchanting eyes focusing on you as they had in that special carnality of mutual sexual frustraion silenced by that trembling line.

The curve of your toes into the base of the bed contrasted in the chill as your back arched while his name left your lips, those dastardly four letters belonging to the forbidden lover you’d crafted in your mind. But as your eyes would come open, you stilled, the air suddenly too hot and thin as he stood in the doorway, his own gaze taking in the sight of you. Immediately, you retracted your fingers and stood on your feet.

“Rafe!”

“That’s how you SHOULD be saying it…not whispering it-”

“Get out!” You charged, having to correct him in prior instances for inappropriate grazes and longing glances that made these thoughts possible to begin with. But as you walked towards the door to close him on the other side of it, he had made his way into the room, closing it with his foot, and walking against you.

“Shh-shhh-shh…” He ordered. “It’s okay…I’ll make every one of those dirty little fantasies come true…”

“Rafe-Stop it…” You warned, his closing proximity forcing you closer to the edge of the bed as you loathed the desperation that brought you to this position. More importantly, how it thrilled you.

“Just HOW close DID you get to coming-”

“Enough…if you come one step-”

“You won’t do anything.” He was now in front of you, hands teasing the lines of your suit as your breath hitched to his touch. The rush of crossing that line foremost on your mind was being blurred by the taunt of his fingers, not even the connection, and it was this that told you you were thoroughly fucked before he had even made contact.

“I-”

“What?” He laughed.

“You don’t want me to pull that suit off and fuck you right here on the bed you share with my dad-”

“Rafe-”

“You don’t want me to pull your hair and make you stain those sheets when I make you come? Because God knows he doesn’t-”

“Stop…” You breathed, your reservations now nothing more than a whisper.

“Not this time…” His dark eyes focused on you for only a second before his lips pulled to a smirk.

“God, I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin you-” Your lips parted to object before you were suddenly taken over the edge of the bed.

“This ass is mine now…” He explained before slapping it, your breath pulling to a gasp as he moved his hand to thigh, inching closer and closer to where you needed him most. “This pussy-Wanna guess?”

“Rafe…” You whimpered until suddenly you were pulled back by your neck.

“Better shut the fuck up or they’ll hear you…Because I’m not gonna stop…not until I get to come inside you for all the times you’ve teased me-tested me…Those low cut dresses and those short skirts…accentuate every goddamn curve that I’m gonna bruise…”

“Stop…This-we can’t…”

“But we are…Because what kind of stepson would I be if I didn’t help you?”

“Stop-” The mention of that title had sent a volt of nausea through your abdomen that was quickly rivaled by the grip tightened around his throat, which wouldn’t lessen, even as your grip came around his wrist.

“Say it one more time and see what happens…I’m already gonna pound your cunt until you squirt…but keep testing me…see what happens to your ass then…”

“Rafe-” A slap was now taken to yoru cheek, soft enough to not force your head thrashing to the other side, but hard enough to reinstate his dominance.

“Next time, I’ll make you bleed. Now take it off, I’m losing my patience.” He ordered, fingering the fringe of your suit as you obeyed half in fear and half in desperation as he chuckled behind you.

“How the FUCK can he not be touching you all the time…Always so focused on work…Shit…no wonder you’ve been do desperate…But it’s okay-”

“Rafe-”

“Shh…” He teased against your cheek.

“I’ll make you come, but if you get too loud, I’ll have to make it hurt so you stay quiet for me. Just this time…” Your breath hitched at the thought of an encore before his first initial contact, which would be set to begin when your lips parted to reprimand him once again. But the fulfillment of his cock was too much to deny. You had kept your distance, played the role of a dutiful wife-but now, it was too undeniable.

“Tighter than I thought you would be for being such a fucking whore-”

“Rafe!”

“You’re gonna deny it? Look at what you’re letting me do to you for fuck’s sake! You are a bitch and you’re a hypocrite, but I didn’t think you were a liar…Gonna have to be now though when you try to explain all of these marks…” He chuckled while tightening his grip around your throat, practicing breath play at the perfect duration to send your heart in an erratic pattern and stars behind your eyes, but always releasing before you would be put in actual danger.

“You got it SO wet for me, baby, it feels SO fucking good…”

“Oh my God…” You groaned, your inner walls verifying to him that even if your words spoke against him, your body craved him-consumed him.

“Fell that?’ He asked once flexing his cock, making you whimper as his fingers rounded to your clit.

“Do it to me…Let me feel that pussy clench, come on-” You obeyed, mostly out of what was unintentional as a natural reaction to him, as he only chuckled against you.

“Yeah, that’s good. Taking care of me like that…yeah…” He grunted, speeding up his thrusts as you built to your orgasm, trembling against him as the hand to your throat now lowered to your breast, teasing and pinching your nipples.

“Bet you like clamps, don’t ya? Shit, we’re gonna have so much fun with all the things I’m gonna do to you…But for now…” He suddenly withdrew as he turned you to face him, “You’re gonna finish yourself off because you didn’t let me see it…”

“Rafe-” Another slap came to your cheek, this time, with enough force to make your eyes water.

“THEN you’re gonna get on your knees and bruise ‘em for me while you make me come in that tight little throat…”

Your eyes widened as he took hold of your hair and forced his cock between your lips.

“Don’t play so innocent, I know you know how to take it. Touch your clit while you suck yourself off of me. Better hurry..they’re gonna wonder where you went…” You accepted him between your cheeks, the head of his erection forced into your gag reflex as he smiled victoriously at this reaction.

“Wouldn’t want them to know how far my dick is in that throat, right? How I’ve already been inside you? How you’re gonna make me come?” Your eyes watered as he continued to force himself in your throat.

“Fuck, it’s even better when you cry on it-SHIT…” He grunted. “Wrap your hand around me-Make me come-come on-do it.” He challenged as he narrowed your eyes, taking control as his lessened in your hair just enough to longer sting with the embedding of his nails.

“Shit, shit-yeah-yeah-yeah!” He groaned as the sound of the door being tried at his back was suddenly enough for you to pull back, to which he would throw you onto the bed.

“Rafe?” Ward’s voice requested on the other side of the door as he would only smile to you as he replaced his cock within you, your legs forced at his sides as he set his fingers in your mouth and motioned for you to be quiet.

“Yeah?”

“You seen your stepmom?” His eyes descended your body, verifying how he had not only seen you, but he saw all of you…

“She’s probably tanning or some shit…” He explained, his paces desperate within you as it was clear he wanted you to come while his father, your husband, was so close.

“What are YOU doing?”

“Your wife.” He responded as your eyes widened in horror.

“Just remembered…she said she was gonna swim-”

“Right. Well we’re gonna go back home soon so come back on deck when you’re done so we can get that picture she wanted.”

“Yeah.”

The sound of Ward’s distance brought Rafe’s fingers out of your mouth.

“You're an ass-”

“In the ass?” I can make that happen, baby-”

“Stop it-That was TOO close, Rafe-” You spoke through clenched teeth as he suddenly lowered down to you, deepening himself in the process as you gasped to his motions.

“Wasn’t it exciting, isn’t it what you wanted? Isn’t it why you nearly came toughing yourself down here? Calling out MY name?” He scoffed.

“Please, just-just stop…”

“Not till I come inside you-”

“You said-”

“Yeah I changed my mind. I want you to take my cum and hold it all fucking day…And then tonight, I want you to touch yourself, like I now know you do…while you’re laying RIGHT next to him…and I want you to make yourself come while I’m still inside you.”

“Rafe-”

“So take it, bitch…” And with this, he would pound himself into you, allowing you to silence your moans into the comforter at your side as you pulled the sheets to your mouth, until his seed would, indeed, be set within you. Without another word, he would withdraw from you, leaving you winded, aching, and ridden with guilt, but exhilarated more than anything else in a dangerous game having now been initiated as you were in too deep to go back now…

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