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rongful · 1 year
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My latest creation, Handmade Bi Pride Mismatched earrings
Please support my small business by spreading the word. Thank you!
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setaflow · 4 months
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Gay pride happens in June and gay wrath happens whenever hbomberguy drops a 3+ hour video essay about a specific topic
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imfinereallyy · 11 months
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Steve didn’t think much about what gender to like for years. It just always kind of been women for him so he didn’t think too deeply about it. It wasn’t until Eddie Munson that he re-evaluated. And it wasn’t during the Upside Down or anything. No, it’s six months later when they are smoking a joint together during a an older kids hang and he realizes how soft Eddie’s lips look.
Steve just thinks, huh well that’s different like no panic at all, just curiosity. So in front of everyone he interrupts Eddie mid rant and asks “Hey Eds, can I try something?” And Eddie says of course, cause why would he think anything of it.
Steve just kisses him. Right there. In front of everyone. Eddie is shocked cause holy shit what, his crush is kissing him. And Steve just pulls back and nods with a “Yea okay. Guess you do it for me too.” And kisses Eddie again.
Eddie is enthusiastic about kissing him back.
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bunnygirl-titties · 2 months
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Hot dykes aren’t biphobic
Hot dykes aren’t biphobic
Hot dykes aren’t biphobic
HOT DYKES ARENT BIPHOBIC
HOT.DYKES.ARE.NOT.BIPHOBIC
HOT.DYKES.ARE.NOT.BIPHOBIC
HOT.DYKES.ARE.NOT.BIPHOBIC
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Ok to reblog, in fact you should reblog this!
This is for lesbians and other sapphic folx
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martyrbat · 6 months
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the batman chronicles gallery
[ID: a pin-up of Harley Quinn and Pamela Isley, both styled to look like their designs in Batman: The Animated Series. They're standing hip-to-hip with Harley slightly behind Pam and they're both facing the viewer. Harley is beaming gayly as she has her arms wrapped around Pamela's center and one draped around her shoulder, her hand falling right above her breast. Pam smiles slightly as she holds Harley's arm that's over her shoulder and reaches one hand behind her to embrace the back of Harley's head. END ID]
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virginburial · 8 months
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hi!! sorry if this doesn’t come across correctly, i’ve never requested anything before. if it’s alright, can you write a steve harrington x reader blurb that’s him showing her how to give a blowjob? sorry again if that’s too weird, thanks!
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ nothing is too weird for the buffmeiester (it's me, I'm the buffmeiester, lol hi I'm buffy).
Steve Harrington CD mix!        .·:*¨༺♱༻¨*:·.
you were half a virgin. I know I know, that makes zero sense, but you were. you only had sex once and you don't think it should count. when steve found out, he pretty much laughed at how stupid the terminology was. "what does it even mean to be half of a virgin?" he panted out after laughing hysterically. the reason you wouldn't count the last encounter as your defloweration was because there was no foreplay, no oral, or hand anything. pretty fucking boring.
Steve thought the same. you don't know how you both reached this conclusion but soon you started making bets that turned rather personal. Steve had generously offered to show you how to give someone a blow job since you claimed that if someone taught you, you wouldn't feel so insecure about how you performed. you were hesitant at first, but then you remembered how Steve was your first kiss back in middle school, and the two of you were still friends. you had faith that nothing was going to change.
yet, things were weird at first. you've seen Steve naked before (on accident, or when you both are changing to go swimming) it was never weird like that. this time, you couldn't help but feel a pang of awkwardness settle in your stomach, considering you were on your knees right in front of him. "okay so, you're gonna want to slowly jack off the guy, right, make sure he's-" "-hard? yeah steve, I know." you mumbled as your hands snatch steve's cock away from him.
"j-just wanted to be sure you knew." Steve breathes out, watching your hand slowly work up and down the base of his cock. you couldn't help but feel it harden and twitch in your hands, seeing Steve's mouth slowly open as he glances over at you; the look on your face as you contemplated what to do next. "don't like shove it in your mouth, you have to tease the tip before going all in."
"Like...this?" you ask, before slowly running your tongue across his tip, softly pressing down and making your tongue adjust to the bell of his tip, how pink and pulsating it was already. "y-yeah." Steve squeaked out, repressing his moans as his cheeks turned red. "like that...you sure you need me to teach you how to do this?" he nervously laughed.
the more you teased his tip, the more and more Steve began to unwind and become more vocal, soon you started working towards his base and played with his balls (which you laughed about, not at him, just at the idea of it, which made Steve beyond flustered). before you knew it, you couldn't help but feel yourself get excited at the thought of Steve returning the favor; squeezing your thighs as the sensation of pleasure drove you to show Steve how good of a teacher it was. "it will never be weird between us" but you always assumed that was going to be a problem on Steve's side of things. not yours.
Steve was past the point of pretending that he offered this as a friend, that this was all a nice gesture. five minutes into the whole thing, Steve caves, and starts calling you pet names; baby, honey, sweetie, princess. It all starts going to your head, then straight to your cunt as things progressed. then, Steve yanks your hair, pulling you back from his cock, saliva drooling down your chin as your lips shimmered; your lip gloss managed to stay on. He makes you look up at him.
"Relax your neck, baby." he coos, his cock hitting your cheek. you could feel his whole 'king steve' persona shine through when he tells you that. before slowly directing your head back on his cock, his hips start to jerk a little once your lips reattached themselves back onto his cock. he maneuvers your head as he starts fucking your throat, your face turning red as spit coaxed your cheeks and chin. tears reached the rims of your eyes as he groans loudly. "take me just like that honey-" he growled as you stared up at him in a daze. "you're such a faster learner, huh?" he raspily said.
before you knew it, Steve cums down your throat, causing you to lightly gag as he slowly pulls out. cum slowly seeping out of your lips as you tried to swallow it all. you didn't think he'd cum so much. he breathes heavily pulling you away from his cock.
"mhm...I think I just fixed your 'half-virgin' problem."
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buy me a coffee ૮⸝⸝> ̫ >⸝ ა
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despazito · 8 months
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Pride is infested by big banks, cops, and puritanical anti kink rhetoric all while the rising tide of fascism want us dead but this is what's "gentrifying" the community, allegedly (also why the automatic assumption that these men aren't also bisexual? 🤨)
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willows-woes · 10 months
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what if i had a girlfriend and we walked through the trees holding hands... and we pointed at all the pretty birds... and we hugged eachother under the dappled sunlight....
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vampirerodeo779 · 2 months
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“you can’t be bi and aroace! that’s contradictory!! your not really aroace! your not really bi!”
blah blah blah. sorry i wasn’t listening i was too busy being valid and cool and minding my business
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"We are challenging people to face their own external and internal biphobia. We are demanding attention. We are redefining 'anything that moves' on our own terms."
So declares the introduction to Anything That Movies, a bisexual zine that ran from 1991 to 2001. Founded by editor and photographer Karla Rossi, Anything That Moves got its name from the stereotype that bisexual people will sleep with "anything that moves," and it sought to redefine these and other assumptions about bi people in its decade-long run. Rossi didn't respond to Mashable's request for comment.
All 22 issues of Anything That Moves are now archived by a group of young bisexual people and allies. Not only does the archive introduce a new generation to a rare instance of bi-focused writing, but it's also shockingly relevant to issues bi people face today.
Discovering the bisexual zine
Snippets of the introduction have circulated the internet in recent years, and they're referred to as the ATM "manifesto" on its website. The words caught the attention of bi writer Kravitz Marshall, but he had never seen other material from the zine.
In 2020, Marshall found the Anything That Moves website, a relic of the early 2000s with an incomplete archive. He then bought issue #16 from Bolerium Books, a source for out-of-print books and material related to social movements. Marshall scanned each page of the issue and uploaded it online for free; he had planned on doing this for all issues of Anything That Moves, but acquaintances on a bisexual Discord server expressed interest in helping. The discussion grew so much that they created a separate server.
"It was the first time I became aware such a thing existed and I became very excited at the thought of finding and reading more copies," said Jo, a bi femme activist who became involved in the project and now helms the archive email.
The group found issue #2 via Reddit, but believed finding all the issues would be a difficult process — until a member of the now-inactive archive server was able to gather PDFs of every issue through her university library.
"It was thrilling and such a relief," Marshall told Mashable, "because had this not happened, we might've had to do it the hard and expensive way."
"It happened so fast," Jo recalled. "I just remember about seven bisexuals, including Krav and myself, putting our heads together to figure out the best way to get our hands on all these copies and how to share them with the rest of the LGBTQ community."
Now, the work of Marshall, Jo, and a group of bi people and allies is gathered in the archive.
Joy and heartbreak of Anything That Moves
Reading through the archive is, personally, an ambivalent experience. Anything That Moves began before I was even born, and I feel kindred reading this decades-old work; it's like reading discussions I've had with bi friends back to me. The articles, reviews, fiction, and poetry in discusses visibility, (non)monogamy, the inclusion of trans people in bisexuality — to name merely a few topics still pertinent today.
Despite the joy of reading this bi-centric work, however, it's telling how little has changed since 1991.
Jo, who grew up in a conservative area, found the zine refreshing and comforting. "Even when you discover/read/watch anything regarding LGBTQ history, it’s very rare for any specific focus to be given to the bisexual community," they said. "Finding Anything That Moves was a shock to my system."
Marshall was touched by the "unfiltered life" within its pages. "There's urgency, there's knowledge, there's joy, there's righteous rage, there's lust," Marshall said, "and you don't have to go searching between the lines for it — it grabs your shoulders and shakes you until you reach the back cover."
Despite the joy of reading this bi-centric work, however, it's telling how little has changed since 1991.
For Jo, the experience of reading Anything That Moves has been both special and heartbreaking. "A lot of the subject matter is stuff that the bi community has been dealing with forever," they said. "The same stereotypes and heterosexism that bisexuals faced nearly thirty years ago are still very prevalent today."
"It really hits you that virtually nothing has changed about the outside perception of bisexuality and bisexuals," Marshall agreed. "Almost every single issue we grapple with now is a hand-me-down."
He pointed to a piece in the inaugural issue called "This Poem Can Be Put Off No Longer" to display his point. Here are the first few stanzas:
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The first several stanzas of "This Poem Can Be Put Off No Longer" by Susan Carlton, featured in the first issue of 'Anything That Moves.' Credit: Anything That Moves / Susan Carlton
The poem continues, but the point is clear from the start: Bisexual people aren't believed for who they are. They're belittled and told to "choose a side," that they're bisexual for attention. It's difficult to think that this poem is over 30 years old.
The poem "truly could've been written yesterday... or 50 years ago," said Marshall. "How long do we have to keep screaming the same things to the world over and over until people stop pretending we're speaking another galaxy's language?"
Stigma against bisexuality still persists today, and impacts people's lives: Bisexual people are more likely to be anxious and depressed; they're also more likely to experience intimate partner violence.
The stagnancy of the world's perception of bisexual people infuriates Marshall, he said, but it's imperative to still talk about these issues. "You can't just stop talking about these issues, so you just say the same things, because the world that needs to listen to you refuses to move on. And I'm not a fan of repeating myself," he said. "You just feel like you're going crazy."
The solace of Anything That Moves, however, is that even though progress has been slow, fellow bisexual people can relate to the shared experience detailed in its pages.
"How long do we have to keep screaming the same things to the world over and over until people stop pretending we're speaking another galaxy's language?"
After Jo came out, for example, they internalized that being bi made them "second-rate." They didn't feel welcome in cisheterosexual circles nor LGBTQ circles, a common feeling for bisexual people who feel like they're straddling both. Searching for issues of Anything That Moves, part of bisexual history, helped Jo connect with other bi people. Being able to meet others facing the same issues, and sharing this historical information and searching for more, has made the biggest impact on them and their identity.
"I don't feel as alone as I once did because bisexuals of today wanted to learn more about their bisexual elders," they said.
Those who have found the archive have also felt that connection. The archive team has received waves of emails, messages, and followers — some wanting to help, others thanking them.
"For the most part, people are just delighted to finally get to read the magazine," Marshall said.
Even this positive feedback echoes the sentiment of the time. Readers wrote to Anything That Moves, and some of those letters are published in subsequent issues. "You can see so clearly how life-changing these publications were to some people," Marshall said, "so thank God it was brought to the world."
"It's something I definitely needed when I was a closeted, bisexual teenager."
The archive has helped current bi readers ground in their bisexuality, Jo said. The archivists even connected with some former Anything That Moves editors, who discovered them through the project. "I'm just happy we got a chance to say thank you for everything they left for us to discover," Jo said.
There's still work to be done for the archive, like transcriptions for easier reading and sharing. Some people involved even planned on making an original virtual bi zine, Marshall said, but due to personal commitments, the idea fizzled out within months.
"I still hope it'll exist one day," Marshall said. "If by some miracle the future grants me that wish, I won't reveal its title, but I find it pleasantly cheeky."
For now, of course, there's nearly two-dozen issues of Anything That Moves. Jo believes the zine is a gift.
"I want to be able to share this gift with anyone else who may need it," they said. "It's something I definitely needed when I was a closeted, bisexual teenager."
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givemeunicorns · 3 months
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I feel some some straight women need to get a little more comfortable with the idea that sometimes bisexual men ARE visibly queer and you can be attracted to that as a cis straight women so maybe it's not necessary to pitch a fit when people point out he's written as bisexual and take it as an insult because you still have the internalized idea that bisexuality is just being like...Diet Gay
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moomimob · 2 months
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i keep seeing people in the dungeon meshi tag complain about seeing laios/marcille but i literally never run into that … guys where are you finding laios/marcille fans
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theophagie · 27 days
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Bnha break weeks are hell save me Horikoshi there's idiots in here.......
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Rise Leo meeting the 2012 Gang except after like, less than a week he says something along the lines of ‘Man, I can’t believe that all versions of me and my brothers and our friends are queer!’ And the whole 2012 Gang FREEZES because none of them are out to each other because they just assumed they were the only gay in the group and Rise Leo was able to figure everyone out like THAT.
Cue Spider-Man pointing meme where they’re all like, “YOU’RE BISEXUAL AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME?? WE COULD’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT THIS ALL THIS TIME??” While Rise Leo is like “…You guys didn’t know?? Really??” Because they were all so focused on “Oh my god I’m gay… How do I come out to my family…” to notice that ALL of them are gay.
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bisolationist · 13 days
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I love bi people I love bi people so much but I can't see this topic coming up every day in the course of looking at bi blogs. I feel so fucking insane rn and I'm probably being at least partly unreasonable but fuck it's just EVERY DAY now.
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naezwrld · 2 years
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Hold Still Baby..
Pairing : Body Piercer ! Sero Hanta x Fem Reader
Warnings : Piercings , Needles , Sexual Tension , But also kinda cute , Moaning/Whimpering , Implied Virgin ! Reader , Sadist ! Sero *Groanss*
AN : This is an old draft that got finished late, so enjoy!
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As soon as you walk into the tattoo shop, your eyes widen at the atmosphere the place holds.
The amount of people bustling about, talking, laughing, the sound of a tattoo gun buzzing, the posters and photos spread across the walls. The environment here was new, but welcomed.
Eyes still inspecting the shop, you walk up to what you assumed was the front desk, where a pink haired girl with dark makeup sat scribbling into a book.
You eventually turned your attention to her, smirking when you recognized the anime-character she was drawing.
“ Is that Misa, from Notes of Death ? “ You said, giving her a knowing look.
She looked up at you, her bored expression turning into one of intrigue, “ Yeah.. yeah it is. ‘She your favorite character? “
“ Yeah, my second fav! L is my first though. “
“ Mhm, “ She hummed, looking you up and down with low eyes, “ He’s alright. I’ve never seen you before, you new? “
“ Oh! Yeah it’s my first time here actually. ‘Was recommended by a friend. “ You said, giving her a polite smile.
She returned your smile, tone dropping a little lower as she leaned over the front desk to get closer to you. “ Really? Lucky you, huh? “
“ Yes.. I guess so.. “ You remained casual, trying to ignore the ‘bedroom’ eyes the pink haired woman was giving you.
“ Can I get your Instagram ? Y’know, so we can get to know each other better.. “
“ I.. um.. “ Your cheeks burned- ( Is she hitting on me..? ) “ Yeah, sure. It’s- “
“ Mina, did anyone come in yet?- “ A rugged voice cut into the room through all it’s separate conversations. A tall, lean man stepping out from behind a black curtain leading to the back of the shop.
He glanced from you to the pink haired woman- seeing the flushed look on your face and agitated look on her’s, he connected the dots.
“ ‘Quit flirtin’ with my clients or your paychecks are gonna get cut short. “ He groused, unamused.
‘ Mina ‘, rolled her eyes at her boss, “ Yeah yeah, whatever. “ She grunted, turning back toward you to shoot you a playful wink, sliding a scrap of paper toward you. “ Text me, beautiful. “
As she stepped out from behind the desk, she made her way over to an empty tattooing station, cleaning up some left over supplies.
The tall man from before walked behind the desk in her place, his eyes examining your face before looking away once you noticed him.
“ Sorry about her, she’s a little too friendly to our.. prettier costumers. “ He said plainly, expression far too relaxed to have just slyly flirted with you.
Your brows furrowed, trying your hardest to fight a smile from spreading across your face. “ I see… her boss is no better. “ You joked.
His eyebrows lifted a little, seemingly surprised you played back to him. “ Touché. “ He smiled, smug.
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“ Alright, I’m sure you didn’t come to flirt with me and my employees. What’re ya’ in for ? “ He said, all playfulness replaced with his ‘ business persona ‘.
“ I was told you guys do more than tattoos, and that you do piercings too. I was hoping I could get ah.. get my.. nipples pierced.. perhaps..? “ You said, unease laced in your tone.
His eyebrows lifted again, and he fell quiet. He blinked a few times to see if you’d say anything else, but when you didn’t, he spoke up.
“ Oh.. uh, really? I never would’ve guessed.. *Ahem* Have you um, ever got a piercing.. elsewhere? “ He stuttered, brushing the back of his neck while avoiding your eyes.
You tucked your hair behind your ears, flashing a few studs on your left ear, a good amount on your right. “ I’d say I’m kinda familiar. “
“ Anywhere else? “ He said, still looking anywhere but towards you.
“ Nope, first time for everything..! “ You said, trepidation in your tone.
“ Did you wanna get a female piercer? ..I uh, don’t want you to feel.. y’know.. uncomfortable. “ He said, finally meeting your gaze with a bashful expression.
Your stomach fluttered a little, his concern making you feel slightly light hearted, “ I don’t mind either way, as long as the person knows what they’re doing. “
“ Hm, well lucky for you, you came to the right place.. and, the right guy. “ He said, giving you a reassuring smile.
You smiled back, deciding to take a few moments to study the man who’d pierce your body:
He was… very fucking attractive. He was good looking, even in his more plain clothes; He wore a graphic black t-shirt that hugged his lean-muscled torso, and ripped skinny jeans.
He had tattoos laced around both of his arms, different colors and shapes carved into his skin like art, silver rings wrapped around each finger on both of his hands.
Looking at his face, you could see he was thoroughly pierced, too. A right eyebrow piercing, bridge piercing across his nose, both nostrils and a septum, and both of his dimples pierced.
His ears had gauges and silver jewelry studded up to where his long hair hung out from underneath his beanie. He looked like the ‘emo’ TV show character you had a crush on in 7th grade.
“ C’mon, I know I’m gorgeous but it’s rude to stare. “ He said, giving you a sly smirk.
You played it off as best as you could, “ You give yourself too much credit, I was just- admiring. “ You failed.
“ Uhuh, “ He chuckled, “ you can do that later, after I admire your body. “
Your eyes widened, face turned tomato red, while your mouth opened and closed trying to force a response.
He blinked at your expression- then realized what he said.
“ I-I am so sorry! Please don’t slap me I swear I didn’t mean it that way!- “
“ Hahahaha! “ You bursted into laughter, ignoring his stammered apologies and the confused glances patrons sent you.
( He’s cute enough, ) you thought, smiling at him, ( I’m sure he’s not as bad as he seems. )
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After you picked out your jewelry, and followed him to the empty booth Mina cleaned out, you sat and waited while he got all his supplies in order.
“ Y’ scared ? “ He asked. He didn’t say it in a mocking manner; his voice held genuine concern.
“ Um, a little. “ You admitted.
“ Don’t be. It’s quicker than you think it is.. “
He leaned over beside the station, pulling a long curtain divider across the space, shutting out the other patrons from view.
“ This way, no one else should see your- “ He put his hands up to his chest, making a squeezing motion similar to squeezing breasts.
You giggled, assuming he was trying to make you laugh to calm your nerves.
When he walked back up to the desk, he slipped on a pair of black gloves, turning back to you, he said, “ You can lift your shirt and take off your bra, gotta’ clean the skin. “
You pouted, fighting the blush trying to creep across your cheeks, “ I don’t even know your name! .. At least take me out to dinner first.“
He chuckled, “ You know what I meant sweetheart, and you can call me Hanta. “ He plucked a sanitized wipe from a box, giving you a patient look, “ C’mon, take it off. “
( That shouldn’t be as sexual as it sounds- ) You closed your eyes, sighing before pulling your top over your head.
Hanta looked away, busying himself with cleaning the jewelry for the 100th time.
“ *Ahem* “
He turned, looking back toward you.
You had your hands covering your breasts, giving him a bashful smile while your cheeks turned red.
He glanced away from you, pulling his lips in a tight line, cheeks the same shade as yours. He was trying to be respectful, but the look you were giving him made him flustered.
“ Right! Let’s get down to business! “ He said stiffly, still looking anywhere but towards you.
He sat down in the small swivel chair by the desk, sliding over to sit in front of you, gloved hand holding a sanitized wipe.
“ I’m going to touch you now.. ok? “ he said, looking up at you.
You breathed, pulling your hands away to reveal yourself to him. “ Okay. “
He clenched his jaw, using a hand to hold your abdomen keeping you still, the wipe swiping down your right breasts’ nipple.
“ Ahp!- “ You yelped, hand shooting up to cover your mouth, eyes wide as saucers.
Hanta chuckled nervously, face deepening red, looking up at you with a sheepish smirk.
If smoke could come out of peoples ears, yours and his would look similar to a trains chimney.
“ I’m sorry, “ He said, “ forgot to mention the wipes are kinda’ cold. But it’s a good thing! “
“ How is that a good thing? “ You said hiding behind your hands.
“ Uh- it’s a good thing.. because your nipples need to.. y’know, “
You moved your hands, giving him a confused expression.
He grimaced, “ Your nipples need to be hard in order for me to pierce ’em. “ He rushed, looking away from you.
“ …Oh. “
“ Yeah. “
“ Ok, next one. Cover your mouth or something, don’t want anyone else to hear you, right? “
You furrowed your brows at him again, “ I wouldn’t have did that if you’d just- Eep!- “ You jumped, covering your mouth just in time.
He grinned, trying to ignore the heat spreading below his navel.
( She’s so cute.. would it be weird to ask her out after this..? )
You bit your lip, watching as he grabbed a small marker from the tray next to him.
He glanced from your eyes to your chest. “ I’m gonna have to uh- lift your chest for a bit- “
He stuttered at the look you gave him, “ just so I can get the marking straight! “
“ …Ok. “
He nodded curtly, bending forward a little, reaching a gloved hand out to grasp your left breast.
He poked your nipple with the maker, making your breath hitch and your cheeks burn.
( She’s so sensitive.. ) “ I hope you don’t jump this much when I pierce you for real. “ Hanta chuckled.
You whined.
“ It’s not fair, you don’t have to get your tits- poked. “
He didn’t respond right away, just gave you a questioning look. “ You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to but.. ‘this your first time being touched.. like this ? “
You held your breath, deciding to look away from him, “ I.. um.. yes. “
Hanta swallowed, didn’t even bother to hide the way he stared at your bare body.
“ Can we- *ahem*, keep going? “ You said, breaking his trance.
The whole process of piercing you was a little.. difficult. Not because you were a bad costumer- of course not! But, because you were a huge… distraction.
When Hanta pierced your left nipple, you did a full body jump, letting out a loud whine that made the other nearby patrons chuckle and say crude jokes.
With the needle still in your breast, Hanta held you down to the chair by your shoulders, trying to get your breathing regulated.
Poor thing, had tears in your eyes with your fists clenched by your sides.
He eventually got you to hold still and he screwed the jewelry in.
He was hoping the pain was enough to distract you, anyone could see is sick-print poking through his pants.
It ached when he moved on the cramped stool. His cock straining against his too-skinny denims.
He knew it was kinda perverted to get off on your pain, but he couldn’t help himself.
A beautiful girl laying back in his chair, topless, whimpering and crying from the pain he inflicted on her?
He grit his teeth, his leg starting to bounce a little.
After this he’d take a small bathroom break.. just to relieve the tension building up in his loins.
He eventually finished your right breast, advising you to keep the bra off because you’re probably too sore to wear one.
After you were dressed, you thanked him and handed him a $50 bill; the regular price to pay for nipple piercings.
But he declined it- said he ‘wants your number as payment’.
With a bashful smile, you took his phone. Typing your information in it, and handing it back to him.
You walked out the shop with a huge smile on your face, key’s twirling on your finger, nipples throbbing (either happily or painfully, you couldn’t tell), and plopped down in your car.
You sat there, thinking about the handsome man who shoved a needle through your nipples. You gave him your number.. you’d probably be seeing him again..
Shaking your head, you pulled out of the parking lot, driving back onto the busy streets of your city..
*Ding!*
It’s from an unknown number,
( 310 ) *** - ****
You forgot something ;)
A part of you was tempted to block the weirdo and move on with your life, but your curiosity got the better of you.
You opened the message, and your jaw hit your lap.
It was a picture of the man who pierced you, holding up your baby pink bra…
Today 5:46 PM
You | I’m gonna kill you.
Hanta | I’ll die a happy man lol
You chuckled, glancing away from the screen for a second to check that you hadn’t run anyone over.
When you looked back at your phone screen, he sent you another message:
Hanta | I’ll give it back to you on our date next Friday ?
You let out the girliest, giddiest, squeal you could muster.
Shaking from excitement, you struggled to text him back.
You | Sure, pervert :)
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