#give them sweet naked babies a sweater

[heartnosekid]

baby sphynx cats 🥹 | citizenkat on ig

#stim #stimboard #sphynx cats #cats #sfw #pink #blue #green #grey #gray #brown #beige #they're so shaky ;-; #give them sweet naked babies a sweater #kittens #kitties #animals #baby animals #eye contact #nature #ishy gifs #postish

[archangeldyke-all]

dairy farmer!Sevika plowing her strawberry farmer wife? 😣

(outside sex maybe 👀)

YESSSS i love them (read part 1 here!)

men and minors dni

sevika moved you into her house about a week into you guys dating.

over the years, you and sevika slowly converted your old house to a little shop, where you sell jams and strawberries and eggs and honey and mead, and sevika sells wool and sweaters and milk and cheese.

you guys got married on your one year anniversary.

sure, it's fast, but you and sevika had been friends for years before dating, and you were both certain that you were soulmates.

it's been paradise ever since.

sure, you still have every day headaches.

the sheep are just as rambunctious as ever, escaping whenever they find a fault in sevika's fencing. you have good and bad harvest seasons, some years, the strawberries are just a little more tart than usual.

but, overall, you're happy.

especially in moments like this.

sevika finds you in your strawberry patch, helping the vines climb up their trellises, sneaking a few berries for yourself as a snack.

you smile the second you see her approaching.

she's got some dirt on her cheek, her overalls muddy, a little puff of wool in her hair. you laugh as she approaches you, reaching up to wipe the dirt from her cheek and brush the wool out of her hair.

"hi, hot stuff." you say. sevika grins, wrapping her arms around your waist.

"hi sweet thing." she replies, swooping in for a kiss. you giggle against her, and she swipes her tongue out to lick your lips.

"you taste like strawberries." she says.

"that's so unusual!" you say. she snorts and rolls her eyes.

"fuck off." she says, not pulling away from you in the slightest. you smirk at her.

"what's up?" you ask. you assume she's tracked you down for some help wrangling the sheep-- it is shearing season, afterall, and it tends to be a two man job. sevika smirks at you.

"i'm all done for the morning." she says. you raise an eyebrow at her. "was wondering if you needed any help over here." she says. you give her a skeptical look.

"you were, huh?" you ask, knowing just how boring sevika finds your strawberry plants. she giggles guiltily.

"well..." she says, grabbing your wrist and bringing your hand to her crotch. you gasp, realizing sevika's strapped up, then grin. "there might've been other reasons i came to see you." she says. you laugh.

"i can see that." you say, slowly palming her bulge. a blush works up her cheeks as you tease her. "'d you put this on this morning or 'd you just slip it on now?" you ask. sevika smirks.

"saw you bendin' over about fifteen minutes and got struck with inspiration." she says.

you burst into laughter, tugging sevika in to kiss her again. she hums, her hands trailing down to palm your ass.

you reach up to undo the straps of her overalls, letting the top fall down, sneaking your hands up her wife pleaser to palm her tits. she hums against you.

"so?" she asks, pulling away with a gasp. you smile.

"not on the strawberries. i'm not crushing any more plants because your horny ass couldn't wait until we got outta the field." you say. sevika just laughs, then ducks down to hoist you over her shoulder.

you squeal as she jogs out of your strawberry patch, setting you down under the willow tree on the edge of your property, pinning you against it, tugging at your jeans.

she gets you naked in a flash, tripping over herself as she tries to pull her overalls off over her boots. you laugh and reach out to steady her, and she smiles shyly up at you.

"thanks, baby." she says. you smile and lean forward to kiss her nose.

"i'm not puttin' my bare ass on the muddy ground, y'know." you say. sevika laughs.

"i figured. princess." she teases. you roll your eyes.

"just 'cause i don't like wrestling in the dirt with the sheep doesn't mean--"

sevika cuts you off with a kiss, pushing you back against the trunk of the tree. you sigh, slinging your arms over her shoulders.

"i love you." sevika mumbles against your lips, nipping you when you open your mouth to respond. you huff and push at her shoudlers and she pulls away with a smile.

"i love you too." you say. sevika melts, her head falling forward to rest her forehead against yours. you push at her shoulders, getting her to kneel, and open your legs. "now get me wet." you command.

sevika grins as she kneels, not caring about the mud dirtying her knees, and hooks one of your legs over her shoulder, wasting no time diving forward to eat you out.

"oh, fuck." you whimper, leaning back against the trunk of the tree as you grab her hair. sevika hums against you, sucking on your clit, before leaning down to work her tongue inside you, her nose grinding against your clit. "you got such a good mouth, baby." you say. sevika smirks up at you and you laugh down at her. "couldn't help yourself, huh?" you ask. "'y had me this morning-- it's only been a few hours." you say. she laughs against you.

"yeah, but that was my fingers. didn't get to taste you. didn't get to get my cock inside you." she says. you shiver, and sevika presses another kiss against your clit. "plus, you know i like fuckin' outside." she says. you laugh.

"i know."

it's something about the thrill-- you're both the only people on your property, and the chance that someone will ever catch you is nearly impossible, but it is invigorating to feel the wind blow against your naked body, to hear the distant bleating of sevika's sheep, the sound of your ducks quaking in the pond.

sevika's got you close-- your thigh shaking against her face, and she grins up at you, before shoving your leg off her shoulder and jumping to her feet.

"you ready?" she asks, her fingers probing your cunt, feeling how wet you are. you nod, desperate to get her inside you.

"yeah." you say. sevika spits in her palm, then holds it out for you to spit on it too. it gives you butterflies, despite how gross it is, and sevika seems to know it, if the sweet little smile she gives you is anything to go by as she jerks her cock off with her wet hand.

"how do you want it?" she asks. you roll your eyes.

sevika knows how you want it-- it's the same way you always want it when she's fucking you outside. she just laughs and waits for you to answer with an eyebrow raised.

"c'mon sev." you pout, tugging her toward you. she doesn't move, waiting to hear the words from your lips. "fucker." you curse her. she laughs.

"i could spin you around, bend you over?" she offers. you huff and flick her forehead. "or maybe you want to ride me while i lay on the ground?" she asks.

"pick me up." you whisper. sevika smirks.

"oh, yeah?" she asks, like this isn't how she does it every time. "want me to pin you to the tree? fuck you against it?" she asks. you gulp and nod.

"yes." you say. sevika grins.

"and why's that?" she asks. you groan.

"sevika!" you cry.

"tell me." she demands. you roll your eyes, and regret ever telling your wife your dirty secrets.

"i like how strong you are." you whisper. sevika licks her upper teeth, a predatory glint in her eye as she gets in your space, pinning you to the trunk.

"yeah?" she asks. "turns you on?" she asks. you huff.

"i'm never telling you anything again." you say.

sevika just laughs as she grabs your thighs, lifting you off the ground and wrapping your legs around her hips. you sigh, clinging to your wife.

"you ready?" she asks, thrusting her strap through your folds. you bite your lip and nod.

"yeah." you whisper. sevika looks up at you to give you a quick kiss, before she looks down between your bodies, slowly guiding her strap inside you.

you sigh, satisfaction flooding your senses as sevika fills you, her body surrounding you, her grip on your thighs bruising. "love you." sevika groans as her hips meet yours. you smile.

"love you too." you whisper.

sevika starts fucking you slowly, timing her thrusts to her deep breaths, intermittently pausing to press a kiss to your lips.

"fuck." you groan. "you're so good." you say. sevika smiles.

"you are too." she says. you snort.

"i'm not really doin' any work." you say. sevika chuckles, ducking down to bite at your tits. you whimper.

"you're doing all the work-- looking good enough to fucking eat-- distracting the shit outta me-- you knew what you were doing wearing those tiny shorts." she says.

"you set my clothes out for me this morning!" you laugh.

sevika just smirks. "i'm fucking brilliant."

she keeps her slow pace-- not wanting to scratch your back up against the bark behind you.

it's a lazy fuck, the day's still young, there's still some dew on the shady parts of your property, and you and sevika have nowhere else to be.

she pauses her thrusting several times just to kiss you.

you scratch at her scalp, loving the way she purrs in your hold.

"fuck." she whispers against you. you hum.

"you close?" you ask. she nods.

"'re you?" she asks. you nod.

"wanna cum with you." you say. her hands on your thighs grip you harder, and she huffs.

"i love you so much." she says. you smile.

"love you too sev." you say, your hand coming down to rub your clit as she continues to fuck you.

sevika starts to whimper the closer she gets, and the sounds drive you fucking crazy, your thighs shaking against her waist.

"oh, shit." you moan. "fuck, i'm gonna--"

"me too." she grunts. "you first." she whispers. you shake your head, focusing on your impending orgasm. "c'mon baby, cum on this cock." she grunts. "fuck-- i can feel you clenchin', i know you're almost there. wanna feel you cum around me." she says.

you gasp and shiver, cumming silently, your nails digging into sevika's shoulders.

"there you go, pretty thing, f-fuck, you look so fuckin' good, shit!" she gasps as she follows you over the edge.

sevika catches her breath against you, and you nuzzle against her shoulder while the world stops spinning.

"fuck, that never gets old." sevika laughs. you snort.

"we should at least do it against a different tree next time." you say. she laughs.

behind her, a suspiciously loud 'baa' sounds out. you lift your gaze to look over her shoulder and groan when you see a few of sevika's sheep wandering over to your field.

"sevika!" you scold, smacking her shoulder. she gently sets you back onto your feet before turning and laughing at the sight of her sheep congregating around your strawberries. "you didn't close the fence?!" you ask. she shrugs.

"was kinda distracted, honey, sorry." she says, pulling her overalls back on. you giggle, helping button her back up, before dressing yourself.

"go get your sheep." you demand. she swoops forward to press a kiss to your lips and you pinch her side.

"you gonna watch?" she asks. you roll your eyes and bite back a smile.

"duh." you whisper as she struts off to wrangle the first sheep, her biceps glistening in the morning sun.

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[fariesoiree]

Absolutely feral for the aphrodisiac chocolate drabble! what would have happened if you extended it into an entire fic? 👀👀 *wink wink*

hmmm should i? i usually don’t really plan on extending any of my drabbles n i actually don’t go back n reread them bc they’re vastly different from how i write now ( 2 me ) but that one gets a lot of love

that being saiddddd idk if i’d actually ever extend it but here’s a little something of what would happen later that day broken down into two liddol moments bc bc bc idk if i would write it and if i dooo i don’t wanna spoil it c: mdni black fem coded reader unedited

the car ride back to your university apartment. that had to be one of the most tense moments hobie has even been in, even when he compares it to all the times he’s spent flying through the air with multiple near misses from the amount of concrete rubble thrown at him from half human-half animal villains hellbent on ruining new york.

he is ultimately forced to next to you, breathing in the smell of your sweet perfume. today, he watched you spritz the yellow sol de janero —brazilian crush cheirosa 62 —bottle over your body, naked and highlighted in a dewy sheen from the baby oil you applied to your damp skin, fresh out the shower.

the thought makes his dick absolutely throb in his jeans, baggy but somehow still tight. he’s abandoned the mass of silvery and studded belts, throwing them across the backseat of your sedan. occasionally, when you slow for a red light or make a less than smooth turn around the corner, the buckles jingle and clank against each other.

his brain is muddied with images of your body, basking golden in the sunlight. he remembers lazing about, strewn across your bed and watching in adoration as you get ready for the outing. he’s mad at himself for not taking advantage of the opportunity and sweeping you off your feet, never mind that the aphrodisiac hadn’t had an effect.

“you sure you can’t pull over and give me head?”

your eyes are blown wide, truly in shock that after just fucking your face in the mall dressing room, he wants to go again. not even ten minutes ago, you were swallowing his cum and being dragged towards the exit promptly after. “what? hobie, i drive a fishbowl. that’s literally illegal.”

“so then pull somewhere empty. i’ll give you head, first. consider it a reward.” hobie thumbs at the bottom of your sweater, reaching over the middle console and hooking his fingers under the buttery smooth material. the pads of his appendages rubs against your skin and for a moment, your heart begins to race.

“hobart larry brown.” you have to force your voice to remain still and firm despite the turmoil building inside you. he’s too convincing with his sly words and suggestive touches. he’s the one under the influence and here he is, influencing you.

he clicks his tongue and disappointment and pulls his hand away. much like how you would, he huffs out a breath of air and crosses his arms over his chest. out the corner of your eye, you can see his legs wide open in a manspread. “fine. be a boring conformist.”

it’s comical how fast hobie pushed you through the entryway door to your apartment. you suppose you would have laughed when you stumbled over the long laces of your air forces if the context hadn’t been so provocative. you would have giggled when hobie circles his arms around your waist and lift you in the air. instead, you consider yourself lucky that your roommates aren’t in the common space to witness this, and possibly not here at all.

regardless, hobie would have done the same. he would have paraded into your room and slammed the door shut if they were here or not. he does it now, setting you down as gently as he can manage against your bed, softened by the mattress topper and flushed sheets.

he’s impatient and you can tell because he nearly forgets to lock the door behind him. had you not reminded him, pointing to the brass doorknob, it would have escaped him entirely.

it’s in record time that he’s got your legs spread and one pushed into the comforter, knee bent and trembling in the air. he slurps and suckles your cunt, dripping in runny arousal. hobie’s is relentless, stuck in an infinite cycle of trying to milk your cunt dry despite the never ending arousal that gushes out.

you can sob and cry all you want but he isn’t deterred. if anything, it’s encouragement. it’s like positive reinforcement to taste you like this, indulging in the subtle taste of sour acidity — completely natural and hobie’s favorite drug.

back arching of the sage green bedsheets, you’re body is already spent. hobie hasn’t put a single thing inside your throbbing pussy. not his dick, not his fingers, just the wet, warm muscle of his tongue wriggling and toying with your cunt. you’re delirious after cumming three times in the last few minutes, each weaker than the last.

“icanticanticant —!” your palm comes in contact with hobie’s coarse wicks, and not for the first time either. his forehead feels warm beneath it, clammy with a thin layer of sweat from exerting such physical activity.

pop! hobie’s hand falls hot against your skin. from between your legs, he lifts his head with a scowl. his face reflects an expression you’ve never seen on him before, as if you’re stepped between him and his greatest desire. “try that shit again, bug. see what i do to you.”

you’re hesitant to move, knowing that once you do, the onslaught of his tongue would proceed again. it just barely borders a dull sensation of pain and has you convinced there’s no more you can give him so quickly and back-to-back. still, your body has been manipulated into craving him. you need more; your nerves are certain of it.

you don’t move fast enough for hobie’s liking. his stare hardens and he raises a thick brow. you’re still restricting his access when he sits up a little more. “i’m not playing with your lil’ ass. move your fuckin’ hand or i’m tying them back.”

he’s never spoken to you this way, not once. not even in your most intimate and heated moments under the privacy of the night and locked away in one of your rooms. his tone invokes a carnal desire and you comply, slowly pulling your hand away.

you sort of expect praise, some form of acknowledgment that you did something right. yet, nothing like that comes. the only that happens is the resuming of hobie’s mouth against your cunt.

#⋆౨ৎ˚⟡ 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 . . . 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 . . . 𝜗𝜚⋆ #hobie x black!reader #hobie smut #hobie brown #x black fem reader #x black reader #astv hobie #x reader #hobie x reader #hobie x y/n

[neo-nymph]

Johnny and Jaehyun going 50/50 to adopt Bunnyhybrid!reader. A sweet and shy bundle of sunshine and cuddles who opens up little by little to unveil a bafflingly perverted nympho-maniac with an exhausting and insatiable sex drive.

She was never good at hiding how horny she was. It showed obviously in her body language and facial expressions from the first time she began to experience arousal. Something about her first kiss, done with purely innocent intentions, woke something within her that she simply couldn't hide. Jaehyun could see it when he pulled his lips from hers, opening his eyes to see her brows scrunched together and her nose twitching with nerves. The fluffy ears on her head were flat against her hair and she stared at him somewhat scared, confused at the sudden presence of an aching and throbbing on her private parts.

"Are you okay, baby?" He asked her with a slight smirk.

It was hard for her to get the words out of her drying throat.

"I don't know. It feels.. weird.."

Jaehyun leaned his body forward, letting his nose brush hers as he continued with a whisper. "What feels weird?"

Unable to convey the thoughts she couldn't really understand herself, the bunny opted to grab her owner's hand and move it to the warm, throbbing spot between her legs. His fingertips barely grazing the middle seam of her denim shorts. He let out a puff of air, smile growing subtly at the situations he's found himself in.

"Do you want Daddy to make it feel better?"

She's had a non-stop craving for cock ever since that day.

When she's alone, both her daddy's asleep or out of the dorm for a schedule, she sits naked on Johnny's bed and uses his laptop to quench her undying sexual curiosity. She'd hump pillows while watching hybrid porn she found in Johnny's search history, or rub her cunt on table corners while reading smutty fanfiction and wearing Jaehyun's sweaters. When she wanted to be filled, she'd use anything to stuff her little pussy, desperate to find something that could satisfy her like her Daddy's cocks. They caught her one day on the bed fucking herself with an empty beer bottle, and that's when they decided they should probably buy her some toys.

Bunny was always bashful to ask anything of her owners, but the two men were forever ready to give their little bun anything she could possibly ask for. You want Johnny to feast on your pussy while Jaehyun eats your ass? You got it baby. You want your Daddy's to wear bunny ears and a fluffy tail just like yours while they fuck you? We'll do it tonight. Hell, they even let Mark jerk off to you giving them blowjobs in the recording studio because "you want him (specifically) to see what a good bunny you are". There's literally nothing the pair wouldn't do for her.

Still, they were just a little bit shocked by the next sinful request floats out of her pretty mouth.

"...can I watch you rub your parts together..?"

How could they ever muster up the audacity to deny her? Or make even a feeble attempt to pretend that her nasty requests, growing more and more vile with the passing days, did anything other than fill their cocks with blood.

Her hips gyrated in the air, working against her plained fingers swiping violently across her clit. Her pussy felt so empty it was almost painful, but she could deal with it if it meant taking in this sight a little longer. She watched them from the couch in the living room with her eyes trained on the men's hips rutting together, thighs and abdomens squished and sliding around with nothing but a mess of cum and sweat between them. The skin on their hips was red from their hands grabbing at each other in frustration. Both men were so used to grabbing their bunny's tiny body and forcing her still that the uncontrolled movements of the other's hips became an irritant fueling the speed of their thrusts. The tips of their cocks were flushed and leaking after edging themselves for an hour, trying their hardest to stretch the performance until their baby decided she was satisfied.

Her whiny voice grew louder and transitioned to pained, gasping cries as she gazed upon her Daddies actions. Their bodies were so muscular and toned, always making her feel safe and small and helpless under their grasp. Her tight hole winked at them spilling liquid across her folds, encouraging the panting men to continue. Johnny's dominant hand reaches down between himself and Jaehyun, taking hold of both their twitching girths, halting the stutter of their hips to pump their members simultaneously in his fist. Jaehyuns head rolls back with a groan, raising his face just in time to watch the bunny on the couch begin convulsing with pleasure. Her face contorted, mouth agape, and thighs shaking as they clamped shut. The added pressure on her clit further shocked her, a mess of liquid squirting out of her, reaching far enough to land on the cocks of the men before her. Such a filthy and irreplaceable sight.

Johnny's fist squeezed harder and pumped faster as he stared at his precious whore falling apart in front of him. Her glossy eyes opened as she began to calm down, returning Johnny's loving gaze. The bunny bit her lip as a smile broke onto her blushing face, giggling before she slipped off of the couch to crawl over to her owners. She took comfort kneeling between their bodies, tilting her head back with her eyes half open, sticking her tongue out just inches beneath their jerking cocks. Her lovers looked at her in awe and allowed their bodies to relax, deep grunts of pleasure emitting from their chests when their hot cum finally released, spurting across their bunny's happy face.

#nct 127 smut #nct u smut #nct smut #nct jaehyun smut #jaehyun smut #jung jaehyun smut #johnny smut #johnny suh smut #nct johnny smut #nct hard hours #nct hard thoughts

[gingerjolover]

4 with Jo PLEASEEEEEE 😭

hi baby!

i combined this with two other requests and it isn't really angsty (i hope that's ok <3)

wc: somewhere around 500 (the shortest king!)

josette maskin x fem!reader - #4 "Don't talk to me ever again."

You know you’re acting like a brat, but you can’t help it. It’s not Jo’s fault that while she’s gone, you get into a routine, and while you love having her home, it takes a while to readjust.

She was only trying to help you remind yourself. Many times. Well you're trying anyway.

You can’t help but look over at your dog, your sweet, innocent puppy, wearing what looks like a mini version of your favorite sweater. Except it IS your sweater. Jo took the initiative, and you’ll give them that, wanting to help with chores. An evening walk, dinner, and a heated makeout session that ended up in the shower proved to be enough of a distraction because the next morning, to your horror, you woke to find your poor cashmere sweater shrunken in the dryer. 

“Baby, I’m sorry,” Jo says, kneeling on the couch next to you. Your pout deepens, arms crossing further into your chest.

“At least Bleu looks cute… doesn’t he babe…look how cute our baby is…” Jo says, moving even closer to you, pressing little kisses to your cheek, hand rubbing your thigh. 

“You’re not helping,” you mutter, glaring at your puppy, rolling happily around on the couch, enjoying the soft cashmere sweater on his body. 

“I just–”

“Don’t talk to me ever again.” 

“Baby!”

“It was expensive Josie…I don’t even know if they sell that one anymore,” you whine, huffing at your partner. 

“Honey…” Jo breathes out, straddling your lap and pinning you to the couch. 

“Oof, Jo… you’re…squishing me,”

“I’ll keep squishing you until you listen…” they say, raising their eyebrows, waiting for the huff and eye roll that lets them know you’re listening. 

“I’m sorry honey, really, it was an honest mistake. I know I should’ve double checked before I put the load in the dryer, but in my defense…” Jo pauses, giving you a look, “I knew you were upstairs, in bed and naked, waiting for me so I was rushing.”

“Don’t put this on me,” you laugh, Jo’s lips on your neck. 

“I will put this on you, if you didn’t corner me in the laundry room after dinner and whip your shirt off– I– I wouldn’t have gotten distracted!”

“Oh please,” you giggle, pushing Jo off of you. 

Josette smirks, lifting you onto their lap and holding you close, hands rubbing up and down your legs. “I am really sorry, sweetheart… I’ll buy you a new sweater, okay?”

“Okay…” you murmur, looking up at them sweetly. 

“You forgive me?” Jo asks, smirking as they kiss your cheek. 

“Mhm…” 

“How about… I do that thing I did last night? Will that help you forgive me” Jo asks, wiggling their eyebrows. 

Your eyes widen, mouth parting slightly. “With your… the thing with your tongue?”

“I’ll give you a 10-second head start,” Jo says, a predatory gaze in their eyes, smirking at your legs shaking slightly. Jo laughs as you scramble out of their lap, waiting until you reach the bottom of the stairs before chasing after you, happy to make you forget all about the sweater. 

#anon cutie #muna #muna x reader #muna blurbs #josette maskin x reader #jo maskin x reader #josette maskin #jo blurbs

[steveharringtonat3am]

Impact play with Steve!

kinktober masterlist!

pairing: steve harrington/fem!reader

word count: 689

warnings: being in a sex shop, punishment, some daddy kink (come on, have you seen him?), steve being a sweet dom

“So…remind me again why we’re here?” I stand nervously next to my boyfriend, as we stand in the aisles of a sex shop. He’s staring at paddles and I have a sick feeling I shouldn’t have made fun of him in front of all of his friends at Robin’s birthday party.

But come on, he made it too easy sometimes.

“Because clearly my hand is too easy on you. And you’re not ready to be belted yet. So paddle it is.” He picks one up, solid and bright pink. He smacks it against his hand and I instinctively jump at the noise. I don’t miss the way he smirks as he puts it back.

“Come on Steve, I-I don’t need a punishment! Making fun of you isn’t against the rules…” I pout, tugging at his yellow sweater to get him to look at me. He does, still smirking.

“You’re right, it’s not. But it means I need to put you in your place. So be quiet.” He gently kisses my cheek before turning back to the array of paddles. The nerves build inside me once more so I melt into my boyfriends side and pray he goes easy on me tonight.

“Excited?” Steve is grinning as I sit on the bed. He gets the paddle from the unmarked black bag, holding it up. It was black and shaped like a spade, with a heart cut out of the middle. The sight of it makes me squeeze my legs together. It’s an action that doesn’t go unnoticed as Steve makes his way over to me.

“Asked you a question, bunny.” His voice is low. I melt into the hand that cups my chin as I look up at him.

“Y-yes I’m excited. So excited daddy.” The title makes him smile even wider.

“Don’t worry baby. I’ll ease you into it okay? Don’t wanna hurt my best girl too bad.” His soft side shines through for just a second as he helps me get undressed.

When I’m naked, he sits down on the bed and pats his lap. I already feel a bit less anxious. My favourite place in the world was Steve’s lap. Nothing bad could ever happen to me if I was in his lap.

“You’re so pretty.” He whispers. His hand runs up and down my back, before dipping down to squeeze at the flesh of my ass. I squirm at a particularly hard squeeze and he smacks me lightly.

“Stay still. Would hate to have to tie you up.” But the way he chuckles after that makes me think he wouldn’t hate it all the much.

When Steve finally picks up the paddle, I tense. Logically, I know it won’t be that bad. He’ll ease me into it and I doubt we even hit double digits. As much as Steve liked punishments, he could never make them too bad, forever a softie at heart.

“How about you count for me, huh baby?” He coos and I smile, nodding against his leg.

Thwack!

“O-one.” I mumble. It hadn’t hurt nearly as much as I had expected but I definitely felt it.

“That feel alright?”

“Mhm! Can go harder if you like.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Steve chuckles, and I hear the paddle before I feel it.

Thwack!

“Ten!” I whine, trying to squirm away. He helps me into a sitting position on his lap and I melt into his chest.

“There you go baby. Was that too much?” Steve’s touch is so gentle and kind as he wipes my tears away.

“N-no Stevie it was okay. H-hurts more than your hand though.” I smile weakly to reassure him and he gently kisses my nose.

“That was the point baby. So…are you gonna misbehave again?” He gives me a pointed look but I can see the mirth in his eyes.

“No daddy. I’ll be good.”

A little white lie never hurt anybody, right?

hope you enjoyed!!

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

The Softer Storm - A Manny/Reader One Shot Story.

You have a headache. Manny would like to assist with that... ;)

Words - 1,433

Warnings - Smut below the cut! Minors DNI!

“You're very tall."

“I am."

“Your dick had better match.”

“It does."

Who’d have thought that the above exchange, the very first between you, would be what eventually bagged you a husband? Not either of you, that was for certain. You’d shamelessly stared at one another for about an hour before he’d finally gotten up to approach you, all lustful looks and smiles full of naked promise.  

He was meant to be a one-night stand.  

Just three weeks later, and Manny became your husband.  

Your family said it wouldn’t last.

His family said it wouldn’t last

His club said it wouldn’t last.

Your friends said it wouldn’t last.  

Well, five years later...  

“Hello, butterfly,” he speaks a little sleepily, waking up from his nap with a smile to see you sitting astride him. “What can I help you with, hmm?”  

He’s the only guy you’ve ever known who wakes up happy. ‘Sleeping takes time away from me that could be spent with you, butterfly’ he says of it. It still makes your heart melt as much as it did when he first told you.  

“Well, hmmm...” Trailing off, you reach between you, lifting his t shirt to kiss his perfectly chiselled abs, hands moving to undo his jeans. “I have a headache, that’s what you can help me with.”

His eyebrows flicker, a grin creeping over his face. “See, now this is how I know I married the right girl, because you’re the only woman in all of history who instigates sex when she has a headache, rather than uses it as an excuse not to.”

You lean to him with a kiss, humming a laugh against his lips, your hands delving within his boxers, Manny hissing a soft breath when your hand closes around his cock. “Ohhh, hard already?”

“What can I say?” he begins, moving to kiss your throat. “I’m always ready to please wifey.” His hands move under the sweater dress you have on, squeezing your curves, fingertips trailing over your stomach in a sensual glide before stroking you through your undies, that familiar tug of arousal pulling at you, your mouth returning to his as you both moan happily into the heated kisses shared.  

His lips are all sweet fire, his hunger for you palpable, taking the ribbon ties at the side of your undies and pulling, the floaty material falling loose into his hands. Casting them aside, his fingers waste no time in beginning to stroke your folds. “Mmmm, baby.” he groans, spreading the silk of your wetness up to your clit, gentle strokes making you glimmer, your tongue tracing the black lines of his neck tattoo as you squeeze his cock, feeling it bob within your grasp.  

Your mutual moans play out a symphony of utter bliss, bodies undulating against the pleasure evoked via skilful touches, his fingers pushing inside you, rotating gently, enough for you to roll your hips against the fuck of his hand, vying for just a little more purchase, your husband chuckling as he slips them out, giving your soaking folds a little slap. “Ah, ah, don’t be greedy.”  

“Manny,” you whine, mouth moving to his throat, nipping just under his defined jaw.  

“Let me build you up to it, butterfly.” His mouth seeks yours, a kiss of wanton need, yet when his fingers return, he stirs your bliss with the same delicate touches, pleasure crackling through you, searing just enough that you don’t hunger for it too much, but not enough for complete satiation. Moans spill from you as his fingertips nudge, pulling out, stroking at your hardened bud once more, warm wells of bliss skittering through you, your fingers closing over the head of his cock and pulsing in squeeze. “God fucking damn, baby.”  

You hum a soft chuckle, his groan vibrating across your lips as you continue laying kisses against his neck. “That good, big guy?”

“Hell fucking yes.” It prompts a crook of his fingers that has you seeing stars, just that one firm press before he returns to gentle, your walls twitching around them, sopping and needy. He groans out a rumbling baritone, hips shunting up, his hand catching your wrist. “It’s too much, you gotta stop or imma blow my load too soon.” He pulls his fingers from you as you release his cock reluctantly, tugging at your dress, pulling it over your head and unfastening your bra, stroking your nakedness before scooting down the couch, head levelling with the junction of your thighs, tongue skimming a soft lick at your apex.  

“Oh, god.” you gasp, looking down at him, his hands clutching your thighs as he looks up at you with a lust that blazes brighter than a thousand suns, but with eyes darker than a midnight sky, moaning as he sucks softly upon you, releasing your tender folds to roll his tongue in a circle over your clit. It’s still all gentle caresses, retreating a little when you try and gratify yourself more, turning his head to kiss your inner thigh.  

“You might be riding my face, but you don’t make the rules here, mamacita.” Fucking damn him. The first night you met him, he teased you within an inch of your sanity, the promise of his mouth between your legs something he made you wait on for so long, you came in mere moments when he finally did gratify you. Not much has changed.  

You pulse against the rolling rhythm he sets, your hips purling gently, his hands stroking your hips as he stares up at you, watching your mouth drop open when he finally adds a little of the much-sought pressure you’ve been keening for, smiling against you, tongue lapping quickly. The heat begins to grow, settling at the coil growing tighter within you, keening against his mouth as he starts giving you the ardentness you’ve craved, eating you thirstily, groaning as his mouth causes pleasure to throb through you.  

Before you can enjoy it too much, he vanishes from beneath you, sitting up at the other end of the couch and ridding himself of his clothes at speed, turning you around, laying you back and slotting himself between your thighs. “Couldn’t wait.” he mumbles, kissing you hotly as his cock arrows straight into your soaking centre, your cry muted by his mouth, his fingertips stroking your face and neck. “Damn, I love you, butterfly.”

“Mmmm, I love you too.” Your whisper is soft, lips claiming his, your hands touring his back as you feel the muscles undulate beneath your palms, his cock dragging back only to spread you wide around him again, sending tingles shivering through you, hitting you deep, forcing a soft cry from your chest. He takes his weight onto his forearms, arrowing into you with the kind of force that has your tits bouncing, mouth closing over your nipples, his groans gone to gravel as what started as slow and rolling gives way to energy, to frantic need, to your body being pounded into the couch beneath you.  

Lightning begins to creep up your spine, the fluttering of your cunt propelling him into you harder, rutting deep, panting against your throat before his mouth locks to yours again, sharing syrupy kisses, your foreheads pressed together as you moan at the exquisiteness of one another.  

“God, so tight. Damn, you feel too good.” he groans, hands clutching your tits, pinching your nipples, your tongues dancing together as he drinks back each sweet little moan, your thighs squeezing on his hips, nails trawling his short hair and grazing his neck, his body trembling in response as they score down his back, breathing curses in your ear, his mouth scattering kisses at your neck.  

It edges on too much, how perfectly he’s aligned within you, thick cock still trawling your sweet spots, sending you molten and burning for him, the lewd sounds of you fuck filling the room, his breathing raspy, hips reaching staccato, chasing the swirl of ecstasy that’s snapping through you like a summer storm until it swells and then rains down on you both, your cunt clutching around him as you shatter with a feral wail, his cock spilling thick ribbons of cum within the soaking grasp of you.  

He trembles against you, everything soft and dreamy as you both fight to breathe, skin glistening, hands stroking, love and lust blossomed like new blooms within a spring meadow.  

“How’s your headache?” he asks, kissing the tip of your nose, enjoying your soft, post-orgasmic flutters around his sensitive cock.

You smile, your nails softly scratching at his stubble. “What headache?”

A/N - Did you like it? If so, be kind and tell me. A little comment on a reblog does a long way to encourage me to keep creating for you all, and takes less time to do than it did for you to read what I wrote! :)

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[rynwritesstuff]

Request: NYE getaway in the mountains with Charlie. He loses it and completely devours you after taking a hot aromatic bath together. —🐝

For sure! Thank you for requesting!! :)

Charlie Barber x Reader

Contains: NSFW content, oral/fingering (reader receiving)

Word count: 810

Summary: You and Charlie enjoy a relaxing evening in the mountains.

You light the fourth candle, then set it on the bathroom counter. Charlie is already undressed and laying out your clothes for after the bath you’ve set up for the two of you. You glance back at him, smiling softly as you stare at his naked form for a moment. 

“It’s ready, Charlie,” you say as he turns around. He nods, then walks back into the bathroom from the bedroom. 

“Mm,” he hums, wrapping his arms around your middle. He slips his hands under your sweater and touches your stomach. “Smells good. What’d you put in there?” 

You lean back against him. 

“A few bath bombs and some essential oils,” you say, reaching up to massage the back of his head. He kisses your cheek, and you smile. “Wanna get in, baby?” 

Charlie nods, kissing you again before pulling away so that you can undress in front of him. The overhead lights are off, and the only things that are providing light are the candles you’ve just lit. You’re incredibly relaxed already, and when you’re completely naked, you step into the large tub before Charlie. The wind is howling outside, and you sigh at the sound, knowing that you and your man are all cozied up in this big lodge in the mountains, far away from the hustle and bustle of New York.

Charlie steps into the tub, then sits down in the hot, fragrant water. He sighs, then leans back against you. The tub is large enough for the two of you to both stretch out, and Charlie submerges his entire body under the water. His back rests against your chest, and you wrap your arms around him before pressing a kiss to the top of his head. 

“Mm. This is nice,” Charlie says softly, resting his hands on your thighs. “I love you.”

“I love you too, honey.”

The two of you sit like this for a very long time, long enough that the water begins to get cold. Charlie leans up to drain the tub, and you sigh at the loss of contact. You watch the muscles in his back move, flexing and unflexing as he unplugs the drain and reaches around to grip the side of the tub. You bite the inside of your lip as he looks at you. 

“What?” Charlie asks gently, a small, knowing smile on his face as the water begins to go down the drain, revealing your breasts and naked body from under the bubbles.  “Nothing,” you say. “You’re just handsome.”

Charlie leans forward and kisses you, pressing his lips firmly against yours. 

“Mm. And you’re beautiful.” 

The two of you get out of the tub and dry off. You go to put your lotion on once you’re dry, and Charlie takes the bottle out of your hands before you can pour some out. “Let me.” 

He pours some lotion into his hands, then rubs them together to warm it up before running his hands over your arms. He massages it into the skin there, then gathers more lotion on his hands. He stares at you, not once breaking eye contact as he gets on his knees in front of you and begins to rub lotion onto your legs. You let out a shaky, aroused breath. 

“Charlie . . .”

“I want you,” he says. “I need to taste you.”

You nod, your hands finding his hair to give it a tug.

“Go ahead, baby,” you say as you lean back against the counter and spread your legs for him. “You can–” 

Charlie spreads your pussy lips, then licks a solid stripe through your core, gathering your wetness on his tongue. You taste sweet, like a piece of candy that only Charlie gets to have. He hums, then begins to move his mouth and tongue against your clit.

“O-Oh, fuck . . . Mmm, Charlie . . .”

He eats you out furiously, almost as if you’re water and he hasn’t had anything to drink in days. You sigh and moan and move your hips as Charlie brings your orgasm closer and closer. He’s hard, and when you look down at him, he’s already staring up at you. The sight makes your pussy clench. 

“F-Fuck, honey . . . “ you breathe.

“You close?” Charlie asks, bringing two fingers up and pushing them against your entrance. You grunt softly, gripping his hair. “S-So close,” you sigh as he begins to finger you at the same time. “Fuck–!” 

You cum right then and there, groaning and sighing as Charlie works you through your climax. You let out a shaky sigh as he pulls away, then gets to his feet as he licks his fingers clean. 

“Love you so much,” he says before pressing his lips against yours. “So good.”

“Mmm. I love you too, Charlie.”

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[justmemethings]

Disclaimer ! I'm not the original creator of these fill-up memes. I simply collected them from the search section / dash. The credit goes to the original source (which unfortunately I haven't been able to track down.

𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

bold what applies. repost, don’t reblog!

APHRODITE. laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO. glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account.

ARES. armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS. keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, dishevelled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA. discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

DEMETER. soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS. drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theatre masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS. the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

HERA. resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

HERMES. devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road space trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON. storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat , their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS. thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.

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[kpopjust4u]

Kinkmas - Day 6: Edging W/ Young K

Post Date: 6th December 2022 Content: Smut - Day6 Young K x Reader WC: 1.1K TW?: Edging/ Teasing/ Fingering/ Oral (Recieving)/ Brian is a TEASE Summary: When drinking hot chocolate whilst watching Christmas movies turns into something else that would make Santa blush.

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Oh, how comfortable you were, cuddled up on the couch whilst you wait for Brian to finish making you his special hot chocolates that you have become obsessed with. Getting him to make them almost every day since the start of November whilst being in a jolly mood as the countdown to Christmas officially started. 

“Here’s your hot chocolate, baby,” Brian cheers as he carefully passes you your hot chocolate, grabbing it from him with sweater paws from your hoodie, smiling sweetly up at him as he places his on the table to take a seat next to you, pulling your legs over his lap. 

Oh and how perfect it was, decorated with whipped cream and sprinkles, combined with the glittering lights surrounding you as the movie is ready to be played. Both of you were right in your element, the scent of the cinnamon sprinkled on your hot chocolate filling your nostrils delightfully. 

The cinnamon wasn’t the only thing that was delightful, you couldn’t give an answer to the question of why you suddenly got distracted away from the movie, but with his lips molding against yours, you really couldn’t complain in the slightest. 

Your hoodie flies from over your head to the floor, an item of clothing from you both joining it in turn as you fight against each other, the movie just being there for background noise at this point. Your warm, bare bodies flush against each other as he pulls you underneath him.

Your fingertips dig into the flesh on his shoulders as he pins down your hips to the couch, your tongues fighting against each other, leaving no time or room to catch a breath as one thing goes to another. 

Taking his bottom lip between your teeth, you tug on it slightly as you giggle, watching his eyes turn dark with lust, with a smirk growing on his face.

“Oh, you’re going to be like that now are you?” He asks as he lifts himself off you slightly, leaving the slightly cold air to attack your half-naked body. 

The cold air makes you shiver, but that isn’t the only thing to do so, the way his finger trails down your jawline, down your neck, and down to your torso makes your skin rise with goosebumps, making you pant and quiver at his touch.

He teases his fingers around the cup of your bra, playfully tugging at it as he carefully watches your eyes that follow his finger, biting down hard on your lip as he does so. 

Then the bra was off, with one swift movement using his other hand to reach around to unclasp it, peeling it off of you painfully slow as you have to wait for him to do something else.

Everything he’s doing is slow yet every fiber in your body ached with admiration at how much he wanted to enjoy just looking at you, wanting to be sweet about it as his lips plant the softest peppering kisses along your shoulders down to your sternum. 

Though you start to get slightly impatient, needing something more than just being kissed all over despite loving every second, the way it’s taking what feels like forever to get to your needs. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you give it a gentle tug, teasing him as he continues to pepper your skin with the most satisfying kisses. 

“Oh, you really are going to be like that huh? Let’s see how you cope with this,” he scoffs against your skin, lifting his head up to look at you with the most mischievous grin that you’ve seen, on pins with anticipation with his statement.

The light touches continue, but his fingertips makes your hair stand up straight as he inches closer to where you desired to be touched the most, tugging at the band of your underwear and of course, pulling them teasingly slow too. 

Lowering himself, his lips pepper the insides of your thighs, his fingers circling your sensitive skin on the other thigh, alternating the kisses and slight touches.

Until the scent of you fills his nostrils, being unable to resist diving straight in, a long lick up your core making you whimper as you try to keep your legs open so you didn’t trap him between your thighs. 

Looking up to see your reaction, he breathes heavily against your soaking core, making you moan at the sensation. 

The small whimpering cries that flow out of your mouth encourage him to keep going, his tongue doing wonders around your sensitive clit as his fingers make their way into your hole, curling them upwards just as you like it.

Then within minutes, you were so close to your breaking point, unable to control your legs as they start to quiver by his ears, and then nothing. He pulls away, chin covered in your slick as you give him a huge whine, unable to put words together to ask him to keep going. 

“Oh, I’m sorry baby. Were you just about to cum? Such a shame,” his cocky teasing tone playing with your mind, knowing that he was purposely doing this but all you could do was whine at him, pouting as you hope he’ll let you have your release. 

His tongue may not be against your core, but his fingers still caress your insides, moving slowly like he has been doing, giving you barely an ounce of satisfaction, then giving you a little hope when he picks it up again, his thumb brushing then doing digits on your clit.

Your back arches as he does this, making you whimper on his lips, tasting yourself on them as you try to make out with him whilst his fingers do the magic work between your legs. 

Then he stops again.

And again.

And again. 

Each time he could tell you were close, he’d stop for minutes at a time, noticing how worked up you were getting, tears pooling in your eyes, making them glassy as you beg on his lips, for him to let you have just one release, just the one. 

“Oh you poor thing,” he coos mockingly, using his free hand to caress your cheek, wiping away the tear from your eyes as it falls, pouting at you by also mocking you, “I’ll let you cum, don’t worry”.

The swiftness in the way he removes his boxers, joining the clothes pile on the floor, to the way he lines himself up to your entrance, makes your heart and core flutter like mad.

“If you want to cum, I’ll make you cum....” he grunts as he thrusts into you slowly, smirking on his lips as they brush against yours, then leaning into your ear, “But you may not handle how many times I’ll make you”. 

~

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[jungle-angel]

Random Writing Dialogue Prompts (Because this shit’s gettin old)

Yeah I know I haven’t done a masterlist and may or may not in the future, but guys, I really, really miss alot of writer/reader interaction and miss writing for other people. Please, don’t be afraid to send in requests, blurbs, thoughts, anything. Minors are strictly forbidden as is hate-anon. I’m all for constructive criticism, but if it’s hateful, that shit’s getting flushed down the Tumblr crapper faster than ya’ll can blink. Taking requests for Top Gun Maverick (literally any character), Outer Range, Bad Times At The El Royale, Catch 22 (Hulu), Salem’s Lot and Press Play. 

1. “This is one hell of a journey......and it’s only gonna get tougher from here” 

2. “It’s a full moon tonight.....you know what that means” 

3.  “I’m so tired.....” “I know.....but I’m here....just keep going” 

4. “Hey, don’t give me shit, I’ve got naked baby photos of you Mister!” 

5. “So did you two actually do it?? Or are you just yanking my chain?” 

6. “Who the fuck goes to New Mexico and doesn’t bring sunscreen??” 

7. “HELP!!!! THE GHOUL IS LOOSE!!!” 

8. “And you told me this was a stupid idea” 

9. “Alright sweetie, bite down on this piece of wood, the doctor’s gonna pop your shoulder back into place” 

10. “It’s a shitty night and all I wanna do is curl up in our bed and watch Stargate Atlantis” 

11. “What exactly is in this thing....?” “I dunno, but my gram said it’ll clear you out in a few hours”

12. “You’re teaching this shithead how to drive, not me” 

13. “This house is turning into a fucking moneypit, I think we need to call a contractor” 

14. “The picture is moving.....why is the picture moving??” 

15. “You know this happens every time I buy a block of cheese and you end up eating it all” 

16. “I need some help with dinner”

17. “BEST VACATION EVER!!!!” 

18. “We don’t need a kitchen, we can cook that right here on the beach” 

19. “I can’t believe THAT’S what you idiots have been doing in my basement all these years!!!” 

20. “You didn’t just eat those brownies in the back of the fridge, did you??” 

21. “I’m running on less than two hours of sleep and no coffee” 

22. “Just take a breath and tell me what you need” 

23. “Don’t worry sweet pea, it’s just the angels bowling” 

24. “You sure it’s supposed to go like that??” 

25. “You took care of me when I needed it most......now it’s my turn” 

26. “This song reminds me of you.....that’s why it’s important to me” 

27. “I want you to draw me like one of your French girls” (SMUT)

28. “I didn’t know you could draw so well”

29. “Wanna join me at the swim spot?” 

30. “Couldn’t run this place without you” 

31. “I think I’m getting sick again” 

32. “Promise me we’ll find a quiet spot somwhere out west where we can live out our days in peace and quiet together?”

33. “I don’t mind being here, it’s nice and quiet and it’s peaceful too” 

34. “You did so good.....I’m so proud of you” 

35. “C’mon, I don’t need a nurse, I need rest” 

36. “Pretty soon this book collection is gonna be out of control” 

37. “Check out what I got at the tag sale down the street!!!” 

38. “OH MY GOD YOU FOUND A PUPPY!!!!!” 

39. “Think it’s time we trade in this old clunker, I’ve had to fix the engine at least twenty times this year” 

40. “Give me two seconds and I’ll make you a drink” 

41. “I just spent half the morning putting slug repellant in the garden, I want a shower” 

42. “I leave them alone in Home Depot for a half an hour and THIS is the evidence” 

43. “C’mon, you looked like Wile. E Coyote chasing Roadrunner” 

44. “Here, drink some water, you look like a starved plant” 

45. “You really think this is the best way to chop down a dead tree?”

46. “It’s the best hangover cure you’re ever gonna get” 

47. “It’s so hot but I want skin to skin with you” (SMUT)

48. “Keep itching like that and you’ll be red all over” 

49. “Your poor feet have got to be hurting, let me help you” 

50. “I fixed your favorite sweater so you wouldn’t have to” 

#top gun maverick #Outer range #bad times at the el royale #catch 22 hulu #salem's lot #press play #pete maverick mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #robert bob floyd #natasha phoenix trace #mickey fanboy garcia #jake hangman seresin #javy coyote machado #reuben payback fitch #rhett abbott #miles miller #major major #ben mears #harrison knott

[flosalatus]

Disclaimer ! I'm not the original creator of these fill-up memes. I simply collected them from the search section / dash. The credit goes to the original source (which unfortunately I haven't been able to track down.

𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

bold what applies. repost, don’t reblog!

APHRODITE. laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO. glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account.

ARES. armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS. keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, dishevelled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA. discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

DEMETER. soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS. drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theatre masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS. the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

HERA. resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

HERMES. devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road space trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON. storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat , their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS. thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.

tagged by: Found tagging: @knaivcs @wolfcross

[plaguefated]

𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 :

ITALIC + BOLD : ALWAYS, MAIN VERSE. // ITALIC ONLY : DEPENDING UPON VERSE.

𝑨𝑷𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑬. laughter-loving,   sweet smiles,    dressed in silk and satin,    flower in their hair,    sees the world as a runway,    unapologetically sexual,    the sea washing their ankles,    in love with love,    stirrer of passion,   cunning concealed by painted lips,    secret daggers,    doves,    revolution in their kiss,    delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks,   strolling along the beach,  staring wistfully from a balcony,  this is how to be a heartbreaker,   wants to be adored,    gets turned on by danger.

𝑨𝑷𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶.    glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account.

𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑺.   armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs ( he is reluctant to give them ) , well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑺.     keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵𝑨. discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

𝑫𝑬𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑹.   soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

𝑫𝑰𝑶𝑵𝒀𝑺𝑼𝑺.   drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theatre masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

𝑯𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑺. the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑨.  resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑴𝑬𝑺.    devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑰𝑫𝑶𝑵.      storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

𝒁𝑬𝑼𝑺.    thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.

Tagged by: @demone-volpe 🖤 Tagging: @sherez @manneatcr @sparedson @dangaer @dalishflame @killerhubby @pohlepen and EVERYONE ELSE !!

#& a cruelty that knows no bounds ( headcanons ) ♠ #(these are so fun to do) #(this one is long riP IM SORRY)

[gabessock]

pairing: Steve x fem!reader

warnings : little bit of fluff, lots of smut, praise, unprotected sex, shower sex, fingering, slight blow Job

summary: You were over at Steves helping him practice for a basketball game that was coming up and after you were done you two decided to take an “innocent” shower.

sorry for the constant switch from second to first point of view. This is my first fic, you're welcomed to give any tips

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“Woooo!! Beat that Harrington!!” you yelled teasingly at Steve while watching the ball go through the hoop. Steve ran to get the ball with a smirk growing on his face.

“Okay big shot why don’t you try to take the ball from me?” he challenged while giving you his signature smirk again.

“I can easily do that” you scoff.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah”

“whatever you say” he says as he start to dribble the ball running past you.

“Steve!” you pounce onto him making the both of us fall down on the cement laughing uncontrollably

“Get off of me!! C’mon lets go inside and clean up” Steve said struggling to get up from under you.

“Okay, okay” you say while getting off of him as Steve soon gets up a bit after you and takes your hand inside. His parents were never home and neither were mine so Steve suggested me to stay over for the night not wanting to be lonely. “I didn't bring any clothes though”

“It's fine, you can wear some of mine” he replied while picking out his green sweater and a pair of his underwear for you.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to join me in the shower? Only if you want to though- it's your choice, I was just saying because I didn't want to waste water.” that wasn't the actual reason, Steve shirtless was making your mouth water the whole time, all of his tiny freckles across his back and biceps.

Steve took a moment to process what he had just been asked “uh sure”

I smile and turn to walk inside of the bathroom realizing that Steve is going to see me naked and that I'm going to see Steve naked. I shake the thought out of my head, taking off my clothes and hopping in the hot shower. I hear Steve open the door, taking his own clothes off. I take in a deep breath as he opens the shower door.

“Wow..” Steve groaned as he grabs you in by the waist.

“You like what you see?” you smile. Gaining confidence.

He smiles back at you before pinning you against the wall and kissing you gently. The gentle kiss soon turning into a hungry make-out session. Your hands slither their way up to his neck, taking a piece of his hair in one hand. His hands explored your body. You let out a quiet gasp as Steve starts kissing and sucking on your neck, definitely leaving hickeys. You tug on his hair from the pleasure of him kissing your sweet spot, trying your best not to moan, you feel him smile against your neck.

“You’re so beautiful” he says in between kisses going back to your lips. He gives your lips one more kiss before going back down but this time going farther. He stops at your breast and lets out a groan. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks sweetly.

“Please Steve..” you whimper quietly.

Steve begins kissing around your chest teasing you, leaving hickeys as he goes down even farther. He slightly spreads your legs open to give him better access. He then kisses your thighs gently. “You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this..” You let a shaky breath out as he runs his fingers through your velvety folds. He finds your clit pretty easily rubbing it in a circular motion. You let out a moan. As you were close to get an orgasm his fingers leave your clit and find your hole.

“Steve”

“Don’t worry baby, i got you” Steve’s left hand rubs your thigh softly as he slowly sticks his middle finger inside, letting you adjust he begins moving them to stretch you out.

“Steve, fuck- please” you loudly moan

He sticks another finger in pumping them slowly but picking up his speed every time he heard a sound come out your mouth. He releases his fingers and gets up to face you.

I look down, I didn’t get a chance to see how big he was when he first got in the shower, plus he wasn’t fully hard. He’s fucking huge, mostly in length but he still had a nice width, he had a pretty pink tip that was already leaked some precum. I don't think he would even fit.

You lowered down on your knees, smirking at him playfully. You took his length in your hands and started stroking him. Steve groans loudly. You took that as an invitation to start licking his tip while still stroking his length. “Fuck.. baby please I need to be inside if you” he whimpers. You let go of him as you get up from your knees. “Jump” you did as you were told and he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He turns off the shower, He takes the two of you out of the bathroom, and places you onto his bed. He gets on top of you, kissing you roughly. You grab onto his shoulders.

“Steve, please” you begged. He takes your hands off his shoulders and places them on each side if your head, holding them gently.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” you nod. He lines himself up to you as he slowly enters inside of you. “Damn, You’re so fucking tight” he groans softly. He was now fully inside of you and it felt like you were going to break in half.

“Please, please start moving” you whimper. He finally starts to thrust in and out of you slowly, not wanting to hurt you. You moan like a mess, making Steve go faster. The sound of skin slapping against each other, moaning and heavy breathing filled his room. Our bodies and hair still wet from the shower. Steve kept hitting that one spot that was going to send you to the moon. One of Steves hands left yours to go between your bodies to rub your clit. You felt the rope in your stomach getting tighter, about to snap. “Fuck, Steve, I'm close” you moan. You knew he was too as you felt him twitch inside of you.

“You’re on the pill right?” he asked out of breath.

“Mhm” you reply

“Good” he says as you feel him fill you with his release, you following. Steve messily thrusting still to help ride out the both of your orgasms. Steve lets out many curses and praises as he pulls out of you. “Wow…” he lets out a breathy chuckle. As he flops down next to you”

“Wow..” you repeat.

“I think you should help me practice for basketball games more often” he jokes.

You get up slowly to go wash your self. “I should”

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[dhampiravidi]

from .justmemethings

Disclaimer ! I'm not the original creator of these fill-up memes. I simply collected them from the search section / dash. The credit goes to the original source (which unfortunately I haven't been able to track down.

𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

bold what applies. repost, don’t reblog!

APHRODITE. laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger. [10/20]

APOLLO. glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account. [8/22]

ARES. armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath. [12/21]

ARTEMIS. keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling. [9/18]

ATHENA. discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes. [1/18]

DEMETER. soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air. [5/18]

DIONYSUS. drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theatre masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause. [7/19]

HEPHAESTUS. the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles. [6/22]

HERA. resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold. [8/16]

HERMES. devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers. [8/18]

POSEIDON. storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow. [10/16]

ZEUS. thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch. [7/18]

tagged by: stolen tagging: @starlsssankt @ashortgothamite @astral-athame @delightindarkness @deathtransformed @vivalavillain

#achilles: aesthetic #luv him

[sixfoldsight]

Disclaimer ! I'm not the original creator of these fill-up memes. I simply collected them from the search section / dash. The credit goes to the original source (which unfortunately I haven't been able to track down.

𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

bold what applies. repost, don’t reblog!

APHRODITE. laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO. glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account.

ARES. armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS. keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, dishevelled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA. discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

DEMETER. soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS. drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theatre masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS. the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

HERA. resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

HERMES. devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road space trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON. storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat , their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS. thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.

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