#mmmmm. wash hours.

[january-summers]

Just thinking about some AUs.

Like: Wash having served on a similar ship to the MoI pre-Freelancer. Similar, but ever so slightly different in lay out so he keeps trying to auto-pilot navigate and getting lost, and Alpha's watching on the camera feeds and at some point just hits "this is too pathetic, i gotta step in" like any back seat gamer watching a let's play, except he actually can... if he can figure out how to get away with it.

So he comms Wash, either through a direct link in his helmet or through a regularly intervaled wall radio. "Uh yeah, I'm... uh... you can just call me... Church? I work in the... uh... yeah don't worry about it but I can see you on the camera feeds, again, and man i gotta tell you for a bad ass space marine this is pretty sad. Tragic really, anyway, turn around, 200 meters and take a left-"

And it keeps happening, and sometimes they just hang out, Wash hiding in a storage closet eating contraband foods (the good chocolate) while Alpha drops some funny stories from the command deck.

And Wash casually mentions him in talk with the other Freelancers, but they never get to talk to Church, and Wash can't introduce him properly, so everyone refers to Church as Wash's imaginary friend.

(... and then no one can figure out why all the AI are low-key obsessed with Wash, like they need him to like them even though he's not their human operator.)

or like (possibly the same AU): There is no Epsilon, Alpha has a moment of clarity about what's happening to him, what's being done to him, and fakes a fragment in order to port himself out and get put wholesale (what remains of him) into Wash's head. It's still pretty traumatic for both of them.

And then they skedaddle, go into hiding somewhere no one would ever think to look for them. Disguised as a sim trooper in a box canyon in the middle of nowhere.

... also thinking about Price deliberately pushing Wash's buttons and trying to provoke his PTSD so he has an excuse to put him on meds, except the meds are (on purpose) meds that Wash knows messes with his head and leads to psychotic episodes and he wouldn't take them, damn the orders, if he knew what they were.

but he doesn't, and he gets into a fight in one of the communal kitchens without his armour on and the first thing the other Freelancers know about it is when they get called for back up to the kitchen to help subdue a man that just killed three other Freelancers (bottom of the pack no-name annoying assholes no one liked or would miss anyway).

'cept the other Freelancers don't clock that it's Wash, because he's out of his armour and Wash is almost never seen without his helmet, unlike the others, so they aren't used to his face, and when they think of wash they think of bright yellow and steady charcoal greys, not "holy fuck that's a lot of blood did he fucking roll in it!?!?" reds.

But by the time they get there, psychotic episode is over, and Wash is in a semi fugue state, kinda clock's Carolina's blue and that he might have done something really bad, so he just drops the knife away from himself and half collapses to his knees like a puppet with cut strings, manages to lock his fingers behind his head before they try to tackle him to the ground.

Wash gets away with a slap on the wrist, and like a months probation. (Director was in on the 'experiment' to begin with, and now they're already down three Freelancers, no need to make it four. ... also Director won a bet about whether Wash could take on/out more than two opponents at a time.)

#rvb #red vs blue #agent washington #ai project alpha #ai program alpha #leonard l church #mmmmm. wash hours.

[alltheprettyplaces]

I’ve had the most productive day in forever and I’ve only been up since 1 am to do it 😃

#on mmmmm four hours of sleep #busy shift ✅ grocery shopping for cake ✅ pretty much finished christmas shopping ✅ baked cake ✅ dishes ✅ cleaned room ✅ washed sheets ✅ #started wrapping ✅ unpacked my suitcase ✅ need to shower still #all I had to do was literally not go on tumblr at all since very early this morning lmao

[ramp-it-up]

Try a Little Tenderness

Paring: Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 3.7 K

Summary: Steve can’t win you with presents. He’s got to try a little tenderness.

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, Lil bit of ANGST. Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Pining, flirting, organized crime, implied ice skating, teasing, former jerky boyfiend, inexperienced reader, nipple play, oral (both receiving) p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up!) breeding kink, size kink, crying during sex, violence (due to mob world).

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask.

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“Good morning, Steve!”

You were stocking onions, but you looked up and smiled as the tall blond entered the store, setting off the bell. He was well built and handsome and wearing a fine wool coat with a red scarf. It was a cool December, but New York had not yet had its first big snowfall.

“Mornin’, Ambrosia,” came his gruff response. 

You kind of liked his early morning voice. And the nickname. The first time he came in, he’d picked up an apple, already biting into it but also already paying. He handed you a twenty and said, “Mmmmm, Name?”, pointing to you with the apple. Flustered, you replied with the name of the apple instead of your name and the rest was history. 

This morning, Steve smiled at you and his blue eyes were sparkling. They always sparkled when he looked at you. He seemed very sweet.

“The usual.”

You laughed and went behind the counter to wash your hands.

“Of course, already had the fixin’s set up for you.”

You started the water for the espresso and got out the fresh everything bagels you’d put aside for him. Steve was one of your best customers, coming in every morning, and several evenings. He’d been coming in for about four months now.

Steve settled at the counter and watched you prepare his food. He looked at his watch: 7:42 am. He knew you'd been at work almost two hours now and that you were working very hard. One of your braids had come undone from your bun, and he wanted to put it back, but he didn’t touch you. You wore no makeup, yet your skin always glowed, and when you looked up at him, his heart nearly stopped. 

You were naturally beautiful. And your apron did not hide your curves. Or the fact that you were wearing the same pants that you’d worn three days ago. Steve figured that you didn’t have many clothes. He had the urge to take you shopping on Madison Avenue and let you go crazy. But somehow he knew you would never blow a load of cash on clothing. And that’s part of why he was so far gone on you.

He watched you battle your espresso machine with bemusement.

“Why haven’t you set up your new machine yet?”

You stopped and put your hands on your hips, looking so cute that Steve restrained himself from jumping over the counter.

“Is that from you?” You shook your head. “I suspected it.” 

Steve had unexpectedly given you many gifts, the espresso machine, a cash register. He’d even tried to have a new walk in cooler installed. You refused and sent back everything he’d sent. It wasn’t right. He barely knew you. 

You wondered what he did for a living, always dressed in the finest and able to afford multiple thousand dollar gifts. You figured that he was one of those Angel investors. Well, he wasn’t very good at being anonymous.

You watched as Steve gave you a lopsided grin, then leaned over the counter toward him. 

“Listen. Steve. Mr. Rogers.” 

You looked from his eyes, to his perfect lips, to his golden St. Christopher’s medal. He smelled so damn good. You bit your lip and Steve smiled, warmed by your proximity. This was his chance.

“Yeah, Ambrosia?”

“I’m not taking your gifts.”

You straightened up abruptly, handed him his drinks and finished his order. You gave him two folded newspapers.

“One Daily News for your friend and one News Day for you.” 

“Have you thought about it yet?”

You raised your eyebrow at him.

“About what?”

You thought he was finally going to ask you on a date. You knew the main reason he came in was to check you out. But you weren’t about to be bought.

“About the possibility of getting The Times in here? Alright, the Sunday Times at least.”

“Sorry Steve, it doesn’t sell. If it doesn’t sell, I don’t order. Can’t afford a non starter. But I do subscribe to the Sunday Times myself for the crossword. You can borrow mine any time.”

You winked at him. Something about Steve brought out your inner flirt.

Steve wanted to say something about sharing the Sunday Times in bed, but he thought better of it. Any other girl, and he would have been able to spit all kinds of game. But with you, he was tongue tied.

Steve sipped his coffee and shook his head as you gave him his bag.

“You are the most stubborn person I have ever met.”

You waved at him as he stood up.

“Have a great day!”

Steve chuckled at your dismissal as he walked out of the door. Bucky was waiting by the car. Steve handed him his cup and sandwich. 

“Send Sam to pick up the espresso machine.”

“Still a tough nut, eh?”

“Yeah. She’s still refusing gifts…”

Steve got in the passenger seat while Bucky sat behind the wheel.

“Instead of giving her all of this expensive shit, why don’t you just be nice to her?Ask her out ice skating or something.”

Steve scoffed. He didn’t know how to ask a girl out anymore. He felt like that scrawny kid running around with Bucky back in the day. Now, women were always clawing at each other to get to him. And they always wanted something. 

Steve didn’t respond to Bucky, just asked about his calendar.

“What’s on the agenda for today, Buck?”

“We gotta meet with the truckers today. They don’t want to bend to our terms.” Steve put on his sunglasses. 

“We know what to do to make ‘em bend, don't we Buck?”

“Sure do, buddy.” 

You were in your walk up apartment above the store halfway listening to the 10 o’clock news. They were doing a story about an explosion at the Eatern Tri-State Trucking hub in Bay Ridge as you put your body oil on after your shower. The reporter indicated that authorities thought that the Valkyrie crime organization was behind it. You were zoning out looking forward to the next day.

You were glad that Janie and Nate would be back at work tomorrow. Nate had just taken a week off, and Janie had recovered from the flu.  You were going to take the next afternoon off. You could have taken the entire day, but you wanted to open up for some reason.

Running an organic bodega in Brooklyn was a tough job, but the business was growing, but it was even tougher when your help was not there. You deserved a bit of a break.

The next morning, you were humming an Otis Redding song when Steve came in. You looked over your shoulder and caught him looking at your ass.

“Good morning, Mr. Rogers.”

“Mornin’ Ambrosia.”

“The usual?”

Steve wanted to say no, I want to ask you to marry me, but that might be a little too forward.

“Yeah.”

He sat down at the counter and noticed that you had on something brand new. When you turned around, he gestured to your outfit.

“What’s the occasion?”

You looked down and then grinned. 

“This outfit is my Christmas present to myself. I’m taking the afternoon off and I’m going into the city to go to the Central Public Library.”

Steve tried to respect your glee. But he had to do it.

“How thrilling.”

“You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch, “ you quipped.

Steve laughed at you. He thought about what Bucky said the day before.

“Grinch hunh. Well, would a Grinch offer to take you ice skating instead?”

You turned around and leaned on the counter. Steve leaned toward you.

“I don’t know. Are you offering, Mr. Grinch?”

You loved teasing him. Steve groaned.

“C’mon. I’m trying here. Ambrosia. Do you want to go ice skating with me in the city this afternoon? And to dinner afterward.”

“Are you asking me on a date?”

Steve was very close to you now, staring at your lips.

“Yes.”

You stood up and put your hands on your hips.

“It’s about time. Sure!”

Steve laughed at how easy it was. You shoved his order into his hands.

“Pick me up at 1.”

Steve was grinning like an idiot out at the car, and didn't know how he got there.

“So you finally asked her out, hunh?”

Steve snapped out of it as he got in the passenger seat.

“Move the talks up to 10. I’m taking the afternoon off.”

“Rumlow is stalling. I can handle it this evening.”

“You sure?”

Bucky looked at his best friend.

“Sure as shootin’.”

You and Steve had a great afternoon, and Steve thought that ice skating was genius. He had to thank Bucky. You had to hold hands to stay steady, and when he pulled you in close, you didn’t pull back so you could stay warm. He didn’t know that you were thinking the same things.

Steve got to treat you to Via Carota and you two walked right in. The food was great, the wine was amazing, and you even stole a kiss in your corner booth. The night was perfect.

He drove you back to your place and you sat in the car for a minute. He’d been a perfect gentleman, and you were the one to make the first move with the kiss. You looked at him quizzicaly.

“Can I ask you something, Steve?”

“Yes, Ambrosia, anything.”

“After today, this afternoon and tonight. Do you still like me?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course. Why do you ask?”

You looked down. 

“Well, you’ve been such a gentleman. I see how you look at me, all hungry all the time. And the gifts. I don’t know. I just thought you’d be. You know. More…”

“Aggressive?” Steve responded.

“Well. yeah. I just thought.”

You looked back up and saw that Steve’s eyes had darkened.

“I am not a gentle man in my everyday life, Ambrosia. And I know that I can come on strong. But you make me want to be tender with you. I want to cherish you.”

“Oh.”

And Steve pulled you in for a sweet, but sexy kiss.

“So, yes, I still like you. And I have very aggressive thoughts about you. Want to ruin you in fact. But I want to do it carefully. Make you feel it. And make you glad you did.”

“Oh. No one has ever…damn, Steve.”

He recognized that you had been hurt.

“Here’s an aggressive question. What kind of an asshole would make you feel that way about yourself? His name is all I need.”

You laughed.

“Do you want to come up for the answer?” You cocked your head at him as he chuckled and nodded.

“Yes.”

When you got up to your place, you were settled with a glass of wine on your couch.

“I’m not going to give you his name, but I will tell you that we were together for a few months, and we only did it a few times. He’s the only one I’ve ever been with.”

The way you looked as him made Steve’s heart soft, but other things hard.

“It…It didn’t feel good. He said I was frigid and too small. I… I went to the doctor and everything. She said I was fine physically. So I figured it must have been in my mind and I haven’t been able to get out of my head after that. He broke it off and then I just decided to focus on work.”

You peered at Steve to see his reaction.

Steve’s eyes flashed with anger, then cooled.

“That joker is a fucking idiot.” 

His eyes traced your body.

“He didn’t know what to do with all this?”

Steve reached for you and kissed you, this time with undeniable passion. You broke away and stood up, offering him your hand.

“Show me, Steve.”

He stood up and followed you to your bedroom.

You stood at the foot of the bed and reached up to kiss Steve, and he picked you up and sat down, sitting you down with both of your legs over his. You made out like this, Steve’s hands still in neutral places until you whined and scooted closer to him.

Then, he went under your sweater, finding your nipple in your bra and brushing it with his thumb. He was exhibiting intense will power, but he couldn’t hold it all back as you responded to his passionate kisses.

Steve lifted your sweater off and your tank top, which was underneath, with it. Your bra contained your breasts, but your nipples were erect and straining against the material. He brought your body towards his for a kiss, his thick fingers pressing and playing with your sensitive buttons. He had you squirming on his lap as he reached around and expertly unfastened your bra.

He looked down at you and then back up, eyes hungry. You’d been yearning for that look.

“I’m gonna cherish this moment, get you ready for me, Baby. You’re gonna feel so good.”

He was weighing and kneading your breast and tenderly flicking your nipple, then he leaned down and kissed you, moving down your neck and collarbone, descending your chest and kissing all around your areolas, teasing your stiff nipples.

He had you moaning and writhing, wanting some friction for your cunt.

“Patience, Baby. You’re gonna get everything you deserve. Including this.”

Steve moved your hand to the hard member in his pants, which you tried to grip in vain through his slacks. You whimpered in frustration.

“I know. I know. I want to do so many things with you.” 

Steve’s fingers were in your leggings, through our panties and tracing your wet pussy lips gently as he finally started sucking your nipples. You pulled his hair wantonly as he teased you.

“Mmmmm. Who’s got you all wet, Ambrosia?” he asked, as he pulled his fingers out and put them in his mouth.

“Y-you, Steve… unhhhhh.”

The sight of him relishing your taste made you even wetter. And he found out, because his hand was right back down your pants. 

His lips were at your ear and he was breathing hard.

“Can I…”

His thick finger parted your lips and the rough pads of two fingers slid over your clit into your wetness. You arched your back in anticipation.

“...Can I eat you out, my sweet Ambrosia?”

His voice and the request sent you on a tailspin. You nodded vigorously as Steve pulled his hand out to your whine of desperation at the loss of contact.

You quickly stood up as Steve captured your hips to stand still in front of him. His eyes raked up and down your form as he took hold of the waistband of your pants, and slowly pulled them and your panties down your legs. You stepped out of them and Steve’s hands ran back up your form as you looked down at him. He grabbed the backs of your thighs as he pulled you near him.

Steve put one knee over his shoulder and stared at your most intimate part. 

“She’s a sweet little flower. So pretty and tight.”

His fingers were parting your folds so he could see even more.

“But she will be ready for my thick cock, I know she will, Ambrosia.”

He pulled you forward and held you up as he licked through you, almost causing a near stroke as far as you could tell. 

“Mmmmmm,” Steve’s eyes rolled back into his head.  “You are so sweet. I could eat you all night.”

You almost cried as he dove back in, grabbing his hair for purchase. He grabbed your bottom and stood to place you on the bed. He kneeled on the floor and held you down and open with his huge hands.

Steve started his feast, gently licking at first, then made you build to a crescendo as he started tongue fucking you. He made sure to stimulate your nipples, and when he felt your hard little nub vibrate, he sucked your clit hard as you came.

“Was that good?”

“Oh my stars, that was good.”

You both laughed.

“You’re so fucking cute, Ambrosia, but there’s levels to this.”

You sat up and watched as  he took off his shirt. You were sure that your eyes were sparkling now.

“It’s just going to get better and better.”

He was just clad in his black boxer briefs, a huge bulge leading the charge. He reached in and you were certain that he was going to pull out an entire pack of socks, but instead, he showed you the largest, thickest dick you’d ever seen. Your eyes were like saucers. You were a little afraid, but your legs fell open out of reflex. 

“See what you do to me?”

You bit your lip and nodded, reaching out and touching it tentatively.

“I’ve never seen one that big.”

You looked up at him and his heart melted simultaneously as his cock jumped. Your trembling fingers around him made him almost bathe your hand in his spend.

“Oh, Baby.. So sweet.”

“You are too, Steve. I want to taste you.”

You looked up at him through your lashes and Steve groaned, trembling with the effort to hold back.

“Christ… I’m…I…. Whatever you want, Baby.”

You stared at his cock for what seemed like forever. Then, you tentatively reached out and kitten licked his tip, causing him to groan as he palmed the back of your head.

“You’re killing me here, Ambrosia.”

“Hmmm.” You smiled. “Lay down for me, Steve.”

He did as he was told and put his arm behind his head to watch you. The way his muscles bulged inspired you anew. He reached down and roamed his fingers over your body as you hovered over him. You stroked him a couple of times and then played with his balls, Steve putty in your hands.

“B-babyyyy.”

You smiled in triumph that you had him whining as you spread your lips over the thick mushroom cap and sucked it into your mouth vigorously, causing him to moan and buck his hips up. You took the cue and drew him into your mouth, making him hit the back of your throat and gag.

“Holyyyyyy sssssshit. Stop. StopStopStopStop.”

Steve pulled you off his dick, which made you release him with a plop. He sat up and stared at you, disbelief in his eyes. 

“Did I do it wrong?”

“Did you do it wrong. Fuck, you almost made me…. C’mere.”

You giggled as you ended up with your back on the bed again, Steve eating you out, this time one finger inside you as you came. You were in shambles as he looked up at you and inserted another finger inside as his opposite thumb stroked your still-quivering clit.

“Gotta get you up to three. Hold on.”

You did, and when he crooked his fingers this time, you let out a wail that caused dogs to bark down the street.

After your fourth orgasm, Steve looked up, smiling ear to ear.

“Still want this dick?”

You scowled at him.

“If you don’t…”

He laughed as he kneeled between your legs, stroking the magnificent beast. You opened your legs even wider and stared down at it.

“No. look at me, look at me. You’re ready. I got you Baby.”

Steve supported himself with one arm as he got nearer to you and started swiping his head between your folds. You keened as he entered you.

“Ow. Steveeeee.”

Your face looked so adorable as you struggled to take him.

“Holy shit, you’re, fuck you’re so….”

Steve kissed you through your moan of shock and pleasure as he slid all the way home. You gripped his bicep, your fingernails leaving marks. Steve pecked your lips as you pounded together, waiting for you to get used to him.

“You ok? You good?”

Steve checked to make sure you were okay. You nodded at him with tears in your eyes.

“I- I- think it feels good. You’re so big, Steveee. But.. but I like it….”

You started moving, a little at first, and then more wantonly. Steve looked down to where you were impaled upon his dick.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. You are perfect. Just so.. Fucking… tiny…. But made for me…Shit.”

You felt Steve’s cock jumping inside you when he said those words, and you clasped your hands behind his back and uttered, “More!”

And that’s when you began to get fucked. Tenderly yet filthily. It was the best Steve had ever had, trying to be gentle and knowing that he wanted to put the bed under the ground. It was such a turn on. The ragged moans that you gave him with each stroke was a gift from god, and he started cumming before he could think.

“Shit! I didn’t use a condom…Fuck. But why does that just motivate me to keep going?” 

Steve laughed into your ear as he kept stroking for dear life. He was usually so careful, knowing that most women wanted his kid. But with you he didn’t care. You wrapped your legs around him, taking the pounding he was giving you now.

“Hmmmmmm. You want me to put a baby inside you? Pump you so full of cum that you get all round and full with my seed?”

“Hnnnnghhh. Steve… I…”

“Tell me. Do you want it? You want me to get you pregnant?”

“Ohhhh shitttttttt! Steeeveeeeee!”

You detonated around him and Steve cursed, finally pulling out and jacking hard onto your stomach as three fingers on the other hand continued to fuck you through your orgasm. His pearly spend looked beautiful on your skin.

“So gorgeous. There’s time for that yet, but we gotta get you to a doctor, because I don’t want to do this too many more times. And fucking you with condoms is no longer an option.”

You were fucked out, absentmindedly playing in his cum, causing him to spurt one last rope onto your fingers. When you brought them to your mouth was when he shivered. He collapsed beside you.

“I can’t even explain how good that was.”

You just smiled at him, lips shiny with gloss that he made.

“You are an angel. A Christmas angel.”

Steve sighed as you smiled at him. He got up and went to your bathroom to clean up and get a warm towel.

“I’m hungry.”

“Anything you want, Babe. I’ll get it for you.”

You grabbed the remote and  turned on the tv, catching the tail end of the news.

“Shootout in DUMBO tonight between the Rumlow and Valkyrie crime organizations. Several high-ranking officers dead or injured, including Brock Rumlow and James Bucky Barnes. More news when we have it.”

“Steve? Bucky? What’s going on? Valkyrie?”

Steve was up and grabbing for his clothes, an inscrutable look on his face.

“I didn’t want you to find out like this, but I gotta go.” 

He gave you a quick kiss. 

“Don’t leave. Sam will come back with some food for you and he will stay with you. Don’t open the store tomorrow.”

“But Steve!”

“No buts! I will call.”

And then Steve disappeared into the night, leaving you with so many questions.

Knock that reblog button off the block fa me. 😉

Read part two, All I Want.

#dj’salliwant4kchristmas22 #Steve Rogers #mob boss steve rogers #mob boss!steve #chris evans #chris evans imagine #steve rogers smut #Steve Rogers x reader #steve rogers x black reader #chris evans smut #bucky barnes

[aandersonsbackpack]

hey babe ! could you possibly write a fix where abby and reader just had not like rough sex but it was very long and overstimulating for the reader and how she would do very intense aftercare (you don’t have to write the smut included if u don’t want to) but abby gets you in the bath and she’s at the side of the tub washing reader off while they’re half alseep and then falling asleep in bed to a show and abby being a complete sweetheart ? ik it’s a lot and very specific but it was been in my brain for so long, you don’t have to write it if u don’t feel like it! thanks love! i love your page sm ur my fav moot

hi !! you requested something (kinda) similar to this so i'm gonna combine them!

MDNI, some nsfw, mostly fluff, aftercare

"shhh baby it's okay you're okay"

you were on your fourth orgasm of the night and abby knew you were overstimulated. you were being such a good girl for her and she couldn't help but coo at your small and helpless whimpers

"mmmmm abby too much please" "i know baby i know, i got you"

she fucked you through it while she peppered kisses all over your neck and chest. her favorite was always seeing your fucked out face and glazed over eyes...

as you came back down she smiled down at you

"there's my girl, how are you feeling?" she asked in her sweetest voice

"mmm sleeepy"

she looked at you with so much affection and she thought she might die with how beautiful you were and how much she loved you

"cmon babe we gotta clean up i don't want you to wake up to this mess bunny"

she left the bed for a moment and you soon heard the water running. you smiled at how thoughtful your girlfriend was, always insisting on taking care of you, especially after a long night of sex. sometimes abby would come home from work all wound up and stressed.. all she needed was to make you feel good for a few hours, and you were happy to oblige.

"c'mere baby let's get you in the bath. do you need any water? food?"

"no abby let's just go to sleep"

"not before your bath bun"

she took you by the arm and practically carried you to the bathroom. you smiled to yourself once you saw that she put your favorite bubbles in the bath and set your comfiest pajamas all folded up next to it.

as you lowered yourself into the bath, abby made quick work to brush out your hair and make sure it was all detangled before she lathered up your yummy smelling shampoo. her rough fingers felt soooo good on your scalp that you melted into her touch.

"feel good baby? i can feel you relaxing"

"yes abs soooo good"

she made sure to rinse your hair out thoroughly and applied your conditioner. as you relaxed into the tub, you steal a glance at the blonde and catch her staring at you..

"what abs? everything okay?"

"i just love you so much baby. i really appreciate you and can't believe how loved you make me feel."

you swore your heart could just burst at how cute she is.

"i love you too abby. can we watch our show tonight ?"

"again cutie? whatever you want since you were so good for me tonight"

she rinsed you off and wrapped you in your favorite towel. after you dried off she carried you back to bed and put on the show. she even carefully applied your entire skincare routine, recalling when she would watch you get ready for bed at night. within minutes you were knocked out on abby's chest, quietly snoring.

as she looks down at you she chuckles and turns off the light. she swears to herself that she'll never let anything hurt you.

sorry if this is bad.. i'm sleepy

#abby anderson #the last of us #abby tlou #abby anderson smut #abby the last of us #abby #abby anderson headcannons #abby tlou2 #abby x reader #ellie williams #abby fanfiction #abby anderson tlou2 #fluff #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x you #abby x you #abby anderson x reader

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Curiosity Killed the Cat (+18)

Pairing: Massacre Soldier Killer x Female Reader

WC: 2600

Summary: You’ve never seen Killer without his mask. It’s a secret that you can’t help but need to be a part of. Your curiosity gets the best of you and Killer catches you peeping. 

TW: !SMUT PURE SELF INDULGENT SMUT! Porn with VERY LITTLE plot! fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, filthy talk, praise kink good girl etc, size difference. it's just porn.

**Minors DNI!!! 18+ only!!***

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You had been with the Kid Pirates for half a year now and during these six months you’ve learned the inner workings of the crew and the Victoria Punk herself. You knew that the best place to take a nap was in the storeroom next to the kitchen. You knew that Heat and Wire have had a game of Dungeons and Dragons going on for the past 6 years and they play every Friday evening. You knew that Killer hated when you left food on your plate at the end of a meal claiming that “a girl needs her strength.” You knew that every morning at 10:00 AM sharp, Captain Kid would render the ship’s only bathroom unusable for at least the next hour. 

There was something that was still a mystery to you. 

You had never seen Killer without his mask. 

It was something you had wondered about ever since you first met the crew’s first mate. Was he horrifically ugly? Maybe covered in scars? Why did he hide himself from the world? He was always the kindest to you of all the Kid Pirates, making sure you were fed and had supplies you needed when you first joined the crew. Your crude captain left a lot to be desired in terms of intelligent conversation, but in contrast, Killer would inquire about the book you were reading or if you needed a late night snack. 

Tonight you were drawn into the kitchen by the delicious smell of garlic and onions being sautéed in oil and butter. You enter the galley and can’t help but flit over to the stove where Killer was diligently working. You lean over the pot of boiling pasta water and the steam feels nice on your dry, salt-worn skin. 

“Mmmmm, smells so yummy, Kil!” He was nearly a foot taller than you, so it was easy to sneak in-between him and the stove to get a better whiff of his decadent culinary creations. 

You feel his massive chest behind you vibrate as he chuckles. 

“Thank you, little one. I hope you’re hungry.” 

*SLAM* 

“Hey, that shit smells good!” Kid exclaims as he barrels into the kitchen, slightly drunk already. Killer whips his head around to look at his captain. You take this moment to lean your head back and try to peek under the gap between his chin and his mask. You strain your eyes but all you can see is darkness. Your efforts are quickly thwarted as Killer returns his attention to the stove to stir the pasta. 

“Are you making that thing I like? The spaghetti cars banana?” Kid asks as he takes a sip of his beer. 

Killer sighs. 

“Carbonara. It’s carbonara, for the last fucking time.” Killer looks down at you. “Dinner’s almost ready, why don’t you wait at the table?”

You smile up at him, searching the holes in his mask for any clue at his expression. You nod and proceed to set the dining table for the evening meal. 

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After you had your fill of wine and pasta (making sure to gesture to Killer and show him your clean plate to which he gives you a playful thumbs up), you decided you’d treat yourself to a hot bath. You were sure that the rest of the crew would spend the rest of the night drinking themselves stupid so you could enjoy a quiet bath in peace. 

You stroll into the bathroom with your towel and lay it next to the tub. You put the plug in and get the hot water started. You search the cabinets for some sort of bubble bath, but end of having to settle on an unmarked bottle of body wash. You pour the soap into the bath and white, fluffy bubbles start to form on the surface of the water. 

Once the tub was full, you shut off the water and stripped yourself of your filthy, ocean-smelling clothes. You step into the steaming water one foot at a time and gently lower yourself into the bathtub. As soon as you’re settled with your head leaning against the edge of the tub you release a deep sigh. 

After a few minutes of soaking, you find yourself almost drifting off. The doorknob clicking open snapped you out of your daze. The wooden bathroom door creaked open and Killer stepped inside the bathroom. 

You instinctively cover your breasts with your hands, but it goes unnoticed by the intruder who went straight for the sink and counter on the opposite side of the room. You realize that he hasn’t even noticed your presence so you hold your breath, not wanting to startle or upset him. He stands at the sink for a moment with his hands gripping the counter. 

He then raises his hands and reaches for the back of his head. 

Oh my god. He was taking his mask off.

You were paralyzed, breath caught in your chest, eyes locked on the golden locks spilling from behind the mask. He leans down and pulls the mask off and leaves it on the counter to his right. You involuntarily slap your hand over your mouth in surprise. 

You eyes are fixed on the bathroom mirror when you see a pair of angled, sharp blue eyes staring back at you in it. 

“I know you’re there, little one.” 

You gasp. You still can’t move, stuck staring into those enchanting eyes. The only other things you could see were worn white bandages and messy blonde hair cascading from atop his head. 

“Come on out now… I want to show you something.” Killer says without turning around. 

You were mesmerized by his sweet voice, so you obeyed and stood up and stepped out of the tub. You dried off quickly and wrapped your towel around your torso before Killer interrupted you. 

“You won’t need that. Leave it. Come here.” 

You drop the towel and hesitantly approach the man at the sink, his muscles rippling in his back through his blue tee shirt. 

“Jump up here. I want you to help me take the bandages off.” Killer pats the counter to his left. 

You were frozen in place and your eyes were glued to the floor, so anxious about seeing his face. 

“Be a good girl and listen. Up.” Killer pats the counter again, more forcefully this time. 

“Yes, Kil…” You squeak and turn around and use the heels of your hands to pull yourself up onto the counter. You still would’t look up. 

“It’s ok… you can look…” Killer puts his hand over yours as it rested on the counter. You slowly raise your head and see a face covered in bandages, the only parts exposed being a thick pair of dark plum lips and those piercing eyes you saw staring at you from the mirror. You suck in a breath. 

“Here..” Killer pulls your hand and places one of the edges of the bandage in it and helped you begin to unravel it. With each pass of your hand across his face, Killer strokes up and down your bare thigh, causing you to open your legs involuntarily. 

With no sounds other than your own heavy breathing, you finally reveal Killer’s face. You gasp as you pull your hand to back your chest. He was so beautiful. His bright eyes such a contrast against his olive tanned skin. His chin was chiseled and his nose was pointed so sharply. You also notice faint scars littering his cheeks, similar to the ones on his left arm. You didn’t care, he was still handsome to you. 

“Killer… you’re… so pretty…” You reach a hand up and gingerly touch his cheek. He smiles softly. You curse him silently for keeping that smile from you for so long. He laughs and nuzzles into your hand. 

“Not as pretty as you, little one. Will you let me see you, too?”

“W-what do you mean?” You question. 

“Put your legs up, spread yourself for me.” He states as he starts bending your knees to place your feet on the counter at your sides, widely exposing your most intimate area to him. You feel blush fill your cheeks and the tip of your nose. 

“Mmm… now that’s pretty…” Killer coos as he slides his huge hand down your inner thigh to stroke up and down your slit with his thumb, sticky slick coating his digit. You find yourself shivering in anticipation under his touch. He begins focusing his movements on your clit as he rubs it in agonizingly slow circles, working you up at a painful pace. 

You can’t do anything but pant heavily and stare at his hand caressing your naked sex. 

“Look at me.” Killer demands. You oblige and look up at his exposed face. Your mouth hangs open as you keep his gaze, his rough thumb on your clit driving your crazy. 

“Killer…” You whimper up at him. 

“You’re so wet, sweet girl. So ready to get stretched out, hmm?” His lips curl into a devious smirk. 

You nod dumbly without breaking eye contact. 

Killer plunges two large fingers into your soaked hole and immediately curls them up into your spot. 

“Shit, Kil!” You cry out and grab his bicep with one hand, supporting yourself on your other palm. He pulls and tugs his fingers repeatedly inside of you while grinding the base of his hand into your clit. 

“I can’t hold it! I’m gonna! Fuck, Killer!” You whine loudly as you feel the coil in your belly tighten dangerously. You slam your eyes shut and grab onto his arm with both hands, leaning forward into him for support. 

“That’s good little one, hold onto me, just let go for me…” 

“OH FUCK!” You cry out and fluids spray out of your body onto both Killer and the bathroom floor. Your core squeezes and spasms, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as Killer helps you through your orgasm by whispering sweet nothings into your ear. 

Slumped over into his shoulder, Killer removes his fingers from your core and scoops you up in one arm off the counter.

“You did such a good job, cumming so nicely for me. Think you can take my cock now?” Killer asks as he hikes you up in his grip, forcing you to look at him again. 

“Yes, I want it, please…” You say softly, still coming down from your previous high. 

“Perfect.” Killer chuckles and turns to carry you to the table that you usually used for folding laundry. He lays your naked, flushed form gently down on the surface of the table and rips his shirt over his head. He quickly unbuckles his belt and shuffles his jeans down his legs and steps out of them. His huge dick bobs in your direction, uncut tip red and leaking. 

“It… it’s not gonna fit…” You breath out as you stare in awe at his member while sitting up on your elbows. 

Killer grins again and steps between your spread legs, slapping his cock on your abdomen, showing exactly how deep it was supposed to go inside of you. You audibly whimper at the thought. 

“Sweetheart… you like being a good girl, right?” He coos down at you, his massive frame eclipsing most of the light in the room. He rubs soothing circles into your hip with his hand.

“Mhmm…” You sheepishly nod. 

“So you’re gonna lay there and take this whole cock in that tight little cunt of yours like a good girl, hmm?” He teases as he pulls back and guides his tip to rub up and down on your clit. 

“Mmmmhmmmm” You whine and buck your hips up into his touch. Killer uses this permission to press his heavy cockhead into your soaked opening. Inch by inch he splits your body open, the stretch causing you to moan out. 

“That’s right, little one… feels good, doesn’t it?” Killer reaches up a huge palm to squeeze and pinch your sensitive nipple. 

“Fuck, Kil! So full!” You squeeze your eyes shut and try to relax on his giant member. 

“Oh, my sweet baby, I’m not even all the way in yet!” Killer gives you a sinister laugh. He takes his opportunity to push his hips flush against yours and your writhe and cry from the sensation. You had never been this full in your life, he was truly stuffing you to your limits and it felt so good. He rubs your clit with one hand as he pulls back out, groaning lowly as he feels your cunt desperately cling to him and try to suck his member back in. 

Killer begins thrusting his hips, keeping most of himself sheathed deep inside of your walls and his hand gripped your waist to pull you back into him with each thrust. 

“Ah!” You moan and whine, grabbing and scratching at Killer’s broad chest as he molds your insides to the shape of his cock. You could barely breath, the man inside of you so large that you felt like he was in your chest. Killer speeds up his ministrations on your swollen clit. 

“Come on sweetheart… I feel you squeezing me, you’re close again…” Killer picks up the pace of his thrusts and you shriek out at the force of his hips slamming into your ass and thighs. “Fucking give it to me!” Killer presses harder into your clit and you scream and explode for the second time that night, for the first time on his cock. 

Tears were now freely flowing down your red cheeks and you could no longer form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. You were a babbling, bouncing mess being speared by Killer’s massive girth. You were so dick drunk that your eyes were rolling back in your head. 

“More, more, more, more!” You slur out from your helpless state, spread out on the laundry table. 

“What a greedy little pussy… so fucked out and you want more? Want me to fill you, my sweet girl? Make sure you feel me for days…” Killer punctuated his last sentence with a push to your lower stomach. 

“Uh huh! Kil, please! Cum inside!” You try to nod your head but the force of Killer’s strokes made it nearly impossible. 

“Hnnnggg…” Killer slams his hips deep into yours and blows his heavy load into your wet, waiting walls. He leans down and buries his head in the crook of your neck as his cock still twitches inside of you. As his orgasm subsides, he sighs and slowly pulls out of your spent cunt, leaving a heavy stream of semen to pour out of your hole. He holds himself up above your head and looks down at you and smiles. 

You smile back. You lift a shaky hand and cup his cheek. 

“It’s you…” You whisper as he gazes affectionately into your eyes. 

“It is me. And you’re mine now.” Killer says. Before he pushes himself off the table and grabs your towel to wrap around his waist. After fastening the towel securely he grabs you by your sides off the table and throws your nude body over his shoulder. He carries you out of the bathroom, presumably to his bedroom. 

“What the fuck Killer?” Kid calls from down the hallway, spotting you both. “Why is y/n naked? What the hell are you doing?”

“Going to enjoy my dessert.” He calls back at his captain. 

It was going to be a long night. 

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Night Time Activities - Gaz x Reader Bakery AU

Part one - Next Part

Content Warnings - Masterbation, mention of oral, mention of fingering, post nut clarity. Jealousy. Is giving baked goods considered flirting?

It's routine now. A new part of his routine that he adores and wouldn't trade for the world. Wake up, go to the gym, shower, see you at the cafe and bakery, relax at home and then wait for your little knock on his door. Each evening is like clock work. It's a wonderful way to end his day, seeing your face as you offer him whatever sweet confection your boss had let you snag before closing.

Only, you don't knock tonight and you weren't at the bakery despite it being Tuesday. Gaz didn't dare ask your boss in fear of coming off as creepy. He had forced him to get his mind off of that little interruption. Gaz reminded himself that you weren't tied to him and he wasn't tied to you. 

Gaz kept reminding himself that until at three am, a rather ungodly hour as his grandmother would have said, he hears you. You're giggling and talking in a loud whisper to someone. You're stumbling through your flat, someone else stumbling with you until he hears two bodies collapse onto your bed.

Bloody hell, he thinks. Gaz turns over and presses his pillow to his ears. Fucking thin walls, he thinks bitterly as he's forced to listen to you and some bloke you brought home.

Gaz swears he won't listen. He swears to get up and go to the living room, maybe sleep on the couch. Only he doesn't. In fact, he slowly removes the pillow covering his ears as your moans and whines begin.

Gaz curses himself as he feels his cock grow hard within the confines of his boxers. Mentally calls himself a pervert as he pulls them down and grabs his cock that is hardening in record time. “Mmm, fuck like that.” he hears you moan and his mind fills with images.

Is that bloke fingering you? Eating you out? You squeal and he decides both. He's doing both and then tries to imagine it's him doing it. It's him who you brought home while drunk. It's him who is pulling such wonderful moans from you. He squeezes himself, running his thumb over his slit and bites down on a groan.

Then it all changes. Your moans stop becoming natural. Forced. Too high pitched. He doesn't know why he's certain of it but he is. Your bed creeks and groans as this pitiful excuse of a cock that must be fucking you, doesn't do it's one job.

Even your babbling is too forced. “Fuck fuck! Like that! Mmmmm, yes.” still, he picks up the pace, fearful this idiot wouldn't last long enough. Gaz bites down on his lip to keep quiet as you let out a particularly long moan and he paints his hand white.

Gaz lays there and listens to the last few moments of forced ecstacy. “Did you finish?” the man asks, because of course he did. 

“Ye-Yeah. That was great.” you mutter. Gaz gets up to wash his hands and to wash his shame away.

There you are. In that uniform, looking perfect. Gaz sits down at the table and offers you a smile. The kind of smile he hopes makes your heart flutter. “The usual please.”

When you bring him the bag of goodies and his coffee, you stop for a moment. You gnaw on your bottom lip before speaking, “I'm trying out a new recipe.” you blurt out, “Would you like to try it? Tonight when I get home?”

Another smile, “Sure thing love.”

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Only You/ 3

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 3k

Includes- Morning sex, sex from behind, reverse cowgirl, tummy bulge, squirting, multiple orgasms, racy text, fluff

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Yoongi POV

I wake up feeling soft skin against my face

Opening my eyes, I remember where I am

And I'm so happy

I'm waking up next to her, holding her tightly against me

Her back is to my chest and I love how perfect she fits against me

Like she belongs with me

My face is against her neck and she's holding my arm tightly to her chest

I breathe deeply, inhaling her scent

She smells so fucking good

God I love her

Last night was the fucking best night of my life

We had sex all night

After the second time, she wanted me to kiss her for awhile

It was the best, just having her lips on mine, her arms holding me close and in my hair

I called her jagi and the smile on her face when I said it was so beautiful

I didn't think, it just came out but I'm happy she was ok with it

Then she cuddled so close to me, falling asleep in my arms again

I woke up to kisses all over my face

That is now officially my favorite way to wake up

She was on top of me, leaning over, kissing me

I kissed her when I was fully awake, grabbed her and ate her out again, making her cum so much

Then she went down on me

And holy shit I've never had a blow job like that before

The way her mouth moved, licked and sucked, fucking hell

Just thinking about it is making me hard

After that we both just kept waking each other up and being together

I think we maybe slept a total of three hours

And fuck, I want her again

I don't think I'll ever get tired of wanting her

I kiss her neck and shoulder, running my fingers up her body starting from her hip

"Jagi", I whisper, kissing her more

"Mmmmm", she moans softly, leaning back into me

Her ass presses into my hard on, making chills run up my body

"Jo", I whisper, still kissing and touching her

"Yoongi?", she replies sleepily

"Yeah jagi", I answer, kissing her shoulder, "Want you again"

She leans her head back against me, "Want you too"

God I'm so happy she wants me like I want her

And every time too

"Kiss", she asks

Of course I'll kiss her

I won't ever stop as long as she wants it

I press my lips on hers, kissing her

I move my hand down further and touch her

Fuck, she's already wet

She wants me

Me

I can't get over that

She told me that even Hobi didn't make her feel like I do

That's insane to me

And I fucking love it

I'm not going to lie, it feels so good that she feels like that

That she loves sex with me more than Hobi

Playing with her clit makes her moan loudly, "I need you Yoongi. Inside. Now"

"Ok jagi, whatever you want"

"You. I want you"

I can't, I'm so fucking happy

Grabbing one of her legs, I put it over mine, sliding my cock inside her

It's getting easier to go inside and as soon as I'm in, she clenches on me tightly, keeping me in

I think I was just freaking out the first time

"Fuck yes Yoongi", she yells, shaking in my arms

God I love her reaction to me

It's everything

I move, thrusting into her over and over, pleasure washing over me

Her shouts urge me to move faster and harder

"Yoongi, Yoongi!", she cries, coming, the pleasure intense, her cunt gripping my cock in a vice grip

"Fuck Jo", I moan

When she finishes, I get up putting her leg on my shoulder and leaning on her other leg that's on the bed

I slam back in, fucking her so hard right into her spot

"FUCK!", she screams

After last night I'm so good at finding her spot

I can find it in a second, giving her massive pleasure

She goes crazy from being slammed there and it's the best thing in the world to watch

And feel

The way her pussy works on my cock when she gets hit there is fucking amazing

"Cum", I order

Her body listens and she cums when I tell her to

That's fucking amazing

"Again. Now", I yell, shoving my dick inside her, grinding against her, right into that spot she's loves so much

"Yoongi!", she cries, orgasming again

Fuck, I love that her body listens to me

The fact that I can give her this much pleasure every time we've had sex is amazing

"Again", I demand thrusting in hard over and over, her cunt holding my cock in a vice grip

"Fuck!", she moans, releasing on me again

I pull out, laying down

Picking her up, I put her on top of me, her back against my chest

Opening her legs wide, I put them around mine to keep her open

Grabbing her by her hips, I slide her on my cock, pushing her all the way down until I'm all in her

God I love being in her

I fit so well inside her

"Fuck. Oh god", she moans, shaking on top of me, pussy throbbing hard

She lays her head on my shoulder and I turn my head to hers, kissing her

She responds, sliding her tongue in my mouth

I fucking love it

I run my hands all over her body, squeezing her skin and her breasts

"Fuck I love when you touch me Yoongi. Your hands feel so good"

Jesus

"I love touching you Jo. You're fucking skin is so soft and smooth and I fucking love it", I murmur, kissing her lips over and over

Holding her to me tightly, I thrust up into her, making her moan

God she feels amazing

She always does

As I slide my hand down her body, I notice her hand is over her lower stomach

"You ok baby?", I ask

She nods, moving her hand and sliding mine on the spot hers was

"I'm feeling you move inside", she whispers in my ear, "I love feeling it"

What?

It's then that I notice I can feel her belly jump up and down

"What?", I ask, awed

"When you go in and out baby, you make my stomach move from how hard and deep you're going. It's the fucking best", she tells me

Fuck fuck fuck

That's such a fucking turn on

I keep moving harder and harder, feeling my cock move her stomach and listening to her moans

This is fucking amazing

She moves her hand back, feeling me

Moving my hand to her clit, I play with her while I pound into her

"Yes, fuck yes!", she whispers

"Baby wants to cum?", I tease

"Yes Yoongi I want it"

"Where do you wanna cum baby?"

"Oooooo.....on your cock baby. On your fucking huge cock", she shouts

"Huge?", I ask out loud by mistake

"Yes Yoongi. You have the biggest cock, I've ever been with", she moans, "I love it"

Fucking hell

That adds to my confidence so much

"Ok baby, you can cum on my cock", I answer her, "Do it now"

"Yes Yoongi Yes!", she cries, exploding on me again

But this time, I feel my whole cock and pelvis get soaked with so much liquid

It's a lot and it's not cum because I know what her cum feels like

Did I...did I just make her squirt?

Oh fuck, I hope I did

"Jagi, did you squirt?", I ask

She nods, "I think so"

"That's so fucking hot baby"

"It is?"

"Oh fuck yea. Have you done that before?"

She shakes her head, "No Yoongi. Only with you"

Only with me

I'm over the fucking moon

I made her squirt

No one else

Not Hoseok, me

God that makes me feel so good and so fucking happy I can give her that much pleasure

"Can you do it again?"

"Maybe"

Oh fuck yes, I'm going to make her

Slamming up into her spot again, I go hard and fast while I move her too

She throbs on me so fast, so tightly, ready to cum

"Cum baby", I whisper

"Fuck fuck FUCK, YOONGI!", she screams again, as she orgasms

I wait and I get what I want, so much liquid come out of her again, soaking my skin

"Good girl, fuck baby your pussy feels so good. It's the fucking best", I praise her

"Yeah baby? You like being inside me?"

"I love it"

"You wanna cum inside me?", she teases

I want nothing more than to do that

"Yes baby. Always"

She gets up, her arms on the bed holding herself up

She starts slamming herself on me, squeezing my cock so fucking hard while she moves

She's fucking amazing

She knows how to move to get me off, to drive me insane

I never want to have sex with anyone but her

"I want you to cum Yoongi. I want your cum inside me. I want to hear you yell baby and lose it", she says breathlessly

"Yes jagi. Yes", I cry

I don't care

I'll scream

I did it all last night

I'll do anything she wants

She slides to my head, tightens hard on me, then slams down

I can't take the intense pleasure and I cum so hard, holding her on my cock

"JOANNE, JOANNE! OH GOD BABY!", I scream in pure intense pleasure

"Yes Yoongi", she cries, releasing on me as I cum

"Oh my god, it feels so good. Jo you feel so good!", I yell, feeling her orgasm

God, it's prolonging my orgasm and I can't do anything but feel

When we both finish, I'm so exhausted and sweaty

So is she but I don't care

I just want to hold her again

She moves to lay down next to me and she comes right into my arms

She snuggles close to me, breathing hard, putting her head on my chest

"I hear your heart Yoongi. It's beating so fast", she says softly, lifting her head and kissing my chest right where my heart is

My heart bursts with love for her

I want to tell her so bad that I love her, ask her to be mine

But I can't

I don't know if this is a one time thing

I hope it's not

She's not acting like it's a one time thing

Not with the way she's holding me, kissing me, asking me to stay

But I don't know for sure

And I don't know how she feels about Hoseok

It's been months since they broke up but I don't know if she still loves him

"Do you have practice today?", she asks me

Fuck

I do

"Yeah. At three."

"Oh", she answers, sounding disappointed

What does that mean?

Does she want to stay with me?

"What time is it?"

Leaning over, I grab my cell phone from the nightstand

"12:30", I answer

"Oh. Can you stay until you have to go? I want you to stay with me"

Am I hearing her right?

She wants me to stay with her?

Not a fucking problem

"Yeah Jo. I'll stay with you", I answer

"Good", she replies, lifting her head and kissing me softly

Fireworks blast in my vision as I kiss her back and hold her in my arms

I'm in heaven

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I run into the practice room

I'm an hour late

She and I kept having sex and falling asleep

We woke up twenty minutes ago and she drove me to practice

She didn't want to come inside

I'm a little disappointed but it's no big deal

"It's about fucking time", Jimin snaps

"Sorry", I mumble

"Where were you?", Jin demands

"Uh sleeping"

"Where? You weren't at the dorm and we checked your studio. Where were you sleeping?", Tae asks

Fucking hell

What does it matter?

I apologized and I'm here now

"Yoongi!"

"I was uh with Joanne"

"WHAT?", Hobi yells, staring daggers at me

I roll my eyes, "Oh please, I went to hang out with her last night. We stayed up late watching TV and I fell asleep on her couch. We both just woke up now and she drove me here"

Damn that lie came out so smoothly

"Whatever don't be late again", Jimin answers

What the fuck?

I can't be late?

They're late sometimes and no one says anything to them but they have to grill me?

What utter bullshit

But I don't argue

I'm too happy and nothing can ruin my day

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I look at my phone while we're on break from practice

She sent me a text message, asking me to call her when I can

I immediately dial her number and walk into the hallway

"Hey Yoongi"

"Hey jagi. You ok?"

Shit that slipped

I hope she's ok with it

She's ok with it when we're having sex but I don't know if she wants me to call her that all the time

"Yeah. I uh....shit this is kinda embarrassing"

"C'mon you know you can tell me anything", I answer

She should know that by now

I'd never judge her

"Ok. Do you want to come over after practice?"

She wants me to come over again?

Hell fucking yes

"Uh fuck yeah", I answer

She laughs and I love that sound

"Ok. We can eat if you want and do something"

"Something?", I tease

I never thought I'd ever have a conversation like this with someone

And I never thought it'd be with her

"Fine yes, I want you again"

Fuck, I love hearing that

"All night", she adds

All night?

I want nothing more than that

"Not a problem jagi. I want you all night too"

"Oh uh, ok. Good", she stammers

God I love making her flustered

"I should be done by ten."

"Ok that's good"

"I gotta go back to the dorm and shower first"

"Why? You can shower here. With me"

Oh fuck yes

"Yeah? You're ok with that?"

"Please Yoongi, you're going to be naked the second you come in the door. I can't wait to rip your clothes off"

Oh my fucking god

"Oh fuck", I whimper

"Stop Yoongi. You can't be hard while you practice", she teases

"Then stop making me that way"

"Aww but that's no fun"

"Yeah? Well we'll see what happens to you when I get there. You're gonna lose your voice from screaming so much"

"You're getting me wet Yoongi"

Fucking hell

"Good. Stay that way"

"Yoongi!", Hobi calls

Fuck

"What?", I yell

"We're starting again"

Shit really?

I don't want to get off the phone

"Ok", I yell back

"I gotta go", I tell her

"Ok. Let me know when you're on your way"

"Ok. No problem. Bye jagi"

"Bye naekkeo", she says then hangs up

Hearing her call me naekkeo fills my heart with happiness

I am hers

I always was and always will be

When I turn around, Hobi is standing there in the door way

What the fuck?

Was he listening?

That's so messed up

I don't listen to his conversations

"Who are you calling jagi? I didn't know you had a girlfriend", he demands

Seriously?

He's questioning me?

"I don't"

"So who are you calling jagi then?"

I'm getting pissed off

"You know what Hoseok? That's none of your fucking business"

Who the hell does he think he is, demanding to know personal things

He glares at me

I don't have time for this

I ignore him as I pass him

He might be suspicious that it's Joanne because I said I was with her

But I don't really care

He fucked things up with her

Not me

My phone goes off again, indicating a text

Opening the text, my mouth drops open

She sent me a picture of her

Naked

Looking into the camera with innocent eyes, biting her lip

"Waiting for you"

I get so hard looking at the picture

I can't

She's trying to kill me

"You better be that way when I get there", I send

My eyes are glued to the picture

"I will be", she answers

"Fuck", I whisper

"What are you looking at?", Tae asks

I immediately X out of my texts and look up

He's standing close to me but not close enough to see my phone

Thank god

"Nothing"

"Did you just close your message? So I couldn't see the picture? Oh my god you got a naked picture!", he laughs, gleefully

"What no!", I argue

"Yes you did. I've never seen you shut something off so quick. And by the way you're turning red, I'm right"

"No you're not"

He looks at me, then down

"The bulge in your pants says differently", he cracks up

Fucking hell

Why am I still hard?

Because the image of her naked is seared in my brain

"Shut up", I snap

"Oh my god! Yoongi got a naked picture from a girl!", Tae shouts

"What the fuck Tae?", I yell

Why does he have to fucking announce it?

"A naked picture? Of who?", Jimin asks

"I don't know. He shut his messages down so quick, I didn't see"

"Really Yoongi?", Namjoon asks, curiously

I just glare at him

"Yeah he's still hard from it"

"Shut the fuck up Tae!", I explode

The fuck with him?

"Well that's not good for doing choreo", Jungkook states

Fucking seriously?

"Oh my god, can we stop talking about this? I got a fucking naked picture of a girl I was with. So fucking what? Why does it fucking matter? Just shut up about it", I yell, losing it

They need to shut the fuck up

"Who is it?", Tae asks

"None of your fucking business", I growl

"Is it the same girl you just called jagi?", Hobi questions

Oh what the fuck?

"Jagi? He called someone jagi?", Jin asks

Why are they making a big deal about this?

I know I said I'd never use couple names before but you know what things fucking change

"Yeah, he was just on the phone with someone and he called them jagi when he said bye"

I'm done

"I'm not fucking answering your questions. Put the fucking music on so we can practice", I snap

I move, getting into place and ignoring them

God, I can't wait to be with Joanne

She just makes me so happy, so calm and I want that now

The music starts and I start the choreo

#only you fic #bts yoongi fanfic #min yoongi fanfic #yoongi fanfic #bts suga fanfic #suga fanfic #bts yoongi smut #min yoongi smut #yoongi smut #bts suga smut #suga smut #bts fanfic #bts smut

[elsfairy]

mmmmm just modern!vika being an absolute simp, building furniture for you bc she loves how u watch when she uses tools (her muscles flex. all im sayin), cooking for you when she knows you’ve had a long day :( running you a nice hot bath and getting in bc she can’t resist, hugging you from behind when you’re in the kitchen

i love her so much i need a hot buff tall masc lesbian in my life

First of all, I too need a hot buff tall masc lesbian in my life 🫡

hell yeah, modern!sevika will always be a huge fuckin simp for you. Even before you were probably dating, she was just that in love and obsessed with you.

Ya think she would lowkey be into going to IKEA on the daily? you're just in love with buying furniture, even if you don't need it but she's so strong and has so much muscle you can't help but buy random shit, being able to see how said muscles move when she builds yet another fuckin bookcase for you?? Idk, just drooling and blushing at how she works.... biting your lip when you catch a slight glimpse of the sweat on them....

I mentioned modern!sevika being a literal cook so I could see it. Especially if you've been working your ass off for hours on end, just hoping and watching the clock to go home. I feel like she would know how to make absolutely anything, even the foods you fucking love. Everything would be ready for you when you walk through the door, and she'd be there to help you with your bags and coat, just wanting you to sit down and eat :( she would fr treat you like a Queen.

Baths with Sevika? truly that would make the end of your day even better. She's been on her feet all day cleaning up around the house and making dinner and you've been at work, so that would make both of you content. To be in each other's arms and presence. She gives me the vibes that she would seriously wash your body and hair for you. Sure because you worked, but also she just loved taking care of you :(

#my asks #sevika #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #sevika imagine #sevika x you #sevika arcane

[beatle-george-smut]

Sitting on the edge of the bed, listening to George make drinks in the kitchen. Nervous but excited. Next thing I know, he’s handing me a scotch and coke. Cheers! I giggle as we clink glasses, I take a huge gulp for courage. I haven’t been alone with George in this flat before. We’ve had a few good fucks in the dark lane behind the studio on Abbey Road. Fast and furious. Leaving me wanting more. Wanting George. He’s so sexy in his Levi jeans and denim shirt sitting next to me, asking me questions. Acting as if it’s more than sex between us. I finish my drink way too quickly. George laughs and takes my glass, setting it down with his on the table next to the bed. He turns towards me, and pulls me in for a deep, long kiss. His tongue explores my mouth and I wrap my arms around him, kissing him back. I feel him unbutton my shirt and I shrug out of it. He kisses the tops of my breasts as he unhooks my bra. Your tits are gorgeous, he tells me and then his mouth is sucking first one nipple and then the other and I feel myself getting wet as I run my fingers through his long brown hair. I moan a little as he tugs with his lips. Then he stands up and in seconds is standing naked in front of me. His throbber is huge and hard. I lick my lips. Put my hands on his hips and the next thing I know is I’m sucking George Harrison’s cock. His hands hold my head, and as my mouth sucks, he moves in and out, moaning softly. Oh, baby. Let me come in you. I scoot back on the bed and he unzips my jeans, pulling them off and throwing them on the floor. He kisses my mound through my knickers before yanking them down and off. Then he climbs on top of me, pushing my legs apart with his knee and with a little smile, guides his dick deep inside my pussy. Mmmmm, you feel so good, I tell him. My legs are around him, his ass is pumping, I lift up to meet his thrusts. His hard on rubs my clit just right. I want to cum so badly but I don’t want it to end. I could fuck him forever. There could never be enough. But then I’m cumming. I cry out his name, and his mouth is on mine as I feel him cum inside me. We lie there panting. He smooths my hair from my face. Listen, he says, you want another drink? I nod and watch his tight, round ass as he leaves the room. I sit up and lean back into the pillows. I smile when he returns with our fresh drinks. Why don’t you spend the night, he says as he hands me my glass. I sip more slowly this time. I nod in response. He dips his finger in his drink then his finger is sliding the length of my snatch before he licks my juices off. Yeah, I didn’t taste that honey pot of yours. I’ve been thinking about it for days. I close my eyes. I hope I can control myself. I swallow back my scotch and coke. The drunker I get the longer the sex will last. And I don’t think I ever had such loving. It seems like hours he goes down on me. Licking and lapping and sucking. Fingers and tongue fucking me. Lips tugging and teeth nipping. I want to marry him and spend the rest of my life getting shagged by George. Exhausted and throughly fucked, I fall asleep. When I wake up, I am alone. Has it been a dream? The ache between my legs tell me it was real, but the ache in my heart knows it has just been a moment. One I’ll never forget and one George will probably never give another thought to. I cry a little before getting dressed. I’ll never see him again. As soon as I get home, I’ll wash him away. I can’t help but smile, though. I’ve never been happier.

#beatles smut #george harrison #the beatles #ask me stuff #fanfiction #smut

[catgirlknighted]

If i owned you for 24 hours, you'd be well fed, cleaned, given a nice resting place....I'd also drain every single fucking drop of cum from those balls of yours. Luckily, you wouldn't have to worry about a single thing out in the world, because you'd be too cumdrunk to think about anything besides the tight hole around your dick~

-♠️

Mmmmm fuckkkk I’m whimpering just reading this and I know exactly who you are! That’s our secret though! 😘💋

Mmmf good little puppy, drain every drop of cum from my girlballs! Such a good girl! 😻

Make me cumdrunk from your tight little hole, cutie!! Even if I pass out I want you draining every fucking drop of cum I have to offer! 🤤💖

We can even fuck & make out while I get washed up!! Then we’ll eat so we get more stamina & do it all over again!!! 🤤🤤🤤💖💦

#mmmmf mmm you’re such a good puppy for sending this in!! thank you 😻😻😻💖 #anyone else wanna tell me what they’d do if they had me for 24 hours? 😳😳💜 please?? #Freya is suuuuch a good puppy!! 😼💖💜💦 #cuteuals #anonymous #rose.txt #asks #ask #anon #slight somno #trans nsft #trans ns/fw #trans ns/ft #t4t nsft #t4t ns/fw #t4t ns/ft #nsft trans #nonbinary nsft #nsft nonbinary #nsft t4t

[justanotherfanartist]

fuck it assigning freelancers songs I’m obsessed with based on what fits them vibes or lyrics wise. It’s almost 5 am and I have not slept I do what I WANT

( long post. Tired rambles. A lot of music recommendations. I’m very happy about the Tex one though I cannot understate how perfect that song is for her in every way shape and fucking form. Same with the bonus Church/Epsilon one that I figured out on the spot and couldn’t be bothered to type something different.)

NORTH - Holiday Hours by the Posies oh my godddd I’m going to make an animatic for this because this is just him in a nutshell to me relationship with South his own shit going on childhood and all. I cannot describe how perfect this is for him in my head. So many headcanons are tied to this song hhhhhrrrr. I will make an entire post breaking down every single fucking line of this song if I have to.

YORK - West End Girls by the Pet Shop Boys. You cannot tell me he doesn’t listen to this song are you kidding me. It’s genuinely such a vibe and also the lyrics are decently fitting for something he would identify with and DEFINITELY sing a little bit. Has made a bad joke with ‘west end girl’ as the punchline and nobody got it except for North and only because York plays the song so much. SOUTH - The Glitter Prize by the Posies. The lyrics ohhh for her yeah. If this isn’t her whole thing with the leaderboard and feeling inadequate mmmmmmmm. Delicious song. CAROLINA - I Guess You’re Right by the Posies (but it’s a different album this time!). This is her and the director in season 9/10 freelancer arc tbh. The lyrics are *chefs kiss* for their relationship at some points down to the “if I meet more than your eyes” mmmmm.

TEX - Blah Blah Blah by The Oozes. It’s giving her and Church/Director 100 fucking percent. Genuinely the lyrics are fucking perfect for their relationship. LITERALLY this is just her singing about how shitty he is and all the stuff he did I am begging you to at least google the lyrics oh my GOOODDDDD. IT EVEN HAS SPECIFICS “you’ve ruined the color blue for me / I’m surrounded by a deep dark sea / you’ve liess to us and honestly / you’ve ruined the color blue for me” plus it’s got the appropriate hurt/tired/upset/ragey vibes. Everything about this song is perfect for her especially if you picture it has her singing. I cannot overstate how much I love this for her. also Call Me by Blondie. Not for the lyrics just the guitar vibes. CONNIE - For The Ashes by the Posies. Yes it’s getting out of hand I’m aware. But hear me out alright. Listen to the first bit okay. The first one is South the second one is Tex the third is Carolina and the fourth is Connie. And also the rest of the lyrics are pretty perfect for her season 9/10 arc are you kidding omg. Connie my girl this one’s for you.

WASH - Moonshine by Caravan Palace (I highly recommend this band I love them). It’s giving a little bit of early/post freelancer arc/ season 7 era wash tbh. Also the music video character looks kinda looks like him down to the outfit color scheme. Lmao. Look at him he’s got so many problems to work through. The lyrics mmm. For him they work tbh but like I said for a specific era of Wash mostly. He has no idea what he’s doing with his life really. Burn The House Down by AJR. Ough. Yess the lyrics. A little more pop than I’d want for him tbh but it works anyways. And actually the tone of the singers voice and the mild apprehension fits freelancer arc younger wash. MAINE/META - The Wolf by SIAMÉS. Quick tangent the music video fucking slaps for this song. Also the lyrics are pretty fitting. This song has such a good vibe ngl. Not perfect for Maine but very good for Meta tbh. ALTERNATIVELY: Hungry Like The Wolf by Duran Duran. Funny two wolf songs with the same sex metaphor. But anyways yeah same thing the lyrics are close but mostly I just wanted to include because. I like this song. Doesn’t really fit him actually but he’d probably like listening to it.

bonus this one’s for the dakota twins: Golden Blunders surprise surprise also by the Posies (i don’t. have a problem). But come on the opening line is “Golden blunders come in pairs”. Also like- the chorus- “You’re gonna watch what you say for a long time / You’re gonna suffer the guilt forever. / You’re gonna get in the way at the wrong time, / You’re gonna mess up things you thought you would never.” them. them. them. a little bit. Also Accidental Architecture (it’s also the Posies. Bc yes.) I miiiight be reaching a little bit for this one tbh but I still see it for them a smidge. yorkalina a little bit tbh (but like. Moooostly York): Come On Eileen by Dexys Midnight Runners. It has his stupid sweet flirty energy alright I think it’s cute for them.

CHURCH/EPSILON - OKAY OKAY SO I NEED SOME HELP WITH THIS ONE. Still Feel by Half Alive. This fits an RVB character I just don’t know WHO. it’s driving me fucking insane. Church/Epsilon?? OHHH SHIT ITS HIM FR. I love figuring things out on the spot omg. It’s literally him. Literally. This song slaps by the way actually and the music video is like watching IT guys on an acid trip or some shit. these lyrics especially : when I’m furthest from myself (far away) feeling closer to the stars (outer space) ive been invaded by the dark (can’t escape) trying to recognize myself when I feel I’ve been replaced i can feel a kick down in my soul and it’s pulling me back to earth to let me know i am not a slave, can’t be contained so pick me from the dark and pull me from the grave cause i still feel alive when it’s hopeless, I start to notice that I still feel alive falling forward, back into orbit

(Some other lyrics and stuff and THEN THIS PART OH MY GOD) floating in outer space, have I misplaced, a part of my soul? lost in the in between, or so it seems, I’m out of control floating im outer space, have I misplaced, a part of my soul? lost in the in between but I can’t keep me asleep for long (and then we kick back to the I still feel alive bit) SCREAMING ITS SO PERFECT.

this troop me almost two hours to make. My head hurts did I mention I haven’t slept. Anyways. Yes. Maybe I’ll do other characters idk I just needed this out of my head and tangible somewhere.

#agent north dakota #agent york #agent south dakota #agent carolina #agent connecticut #connie #church #epsilon #yorkalina #agent maine #the meta #agent texas #tex #agent washington #song reccomendations #rvb #i am. so fucking tired right now

[etes-secrecy-post]

Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE! (W/ BIGGER TEXT!)⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

• AND FOR MY CLOSES FRIENDS, DON’T REBLOG IT. INSTEAD, JUST COPY MY LINK AND PASTE IT ON YOUR TUMBLR POST! JUST BE SURE THE IMAGE WILL BE REMOVED AND THE ONLY LEFT WAS THE TEXT.

⚠️ SHARING LINKS, LIKE POSTS, REBLOG POSTS, STEALING MY SNAPSHOT PHOTOS/RECORDED VIDEOS/ARTWORKS (a.k.a. ART THIEVES) OR PLAGIARIZING FROM UNKNOWN TUMBLR STRANGERS WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED, RIGHT AWAY!⚠️

😡 WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT EVER LIKED & REBLOG MY SECRET POST! THIS IS FOR MY SECRET FRIENDS ONLY, NOT YOU! 😡

Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

#Onthisday: Oct 30th, 2011

Title: Loose-Gentle-Soft

Arguably, my "First Ever" artwork that was featured in baggy clothing! 🥰👕👖🤗

(Like Riya,) Spot loves VERY SOFT objects like beds, pillows, and other related fabric stuff, including "clothes". And the latter was using a “Fabric Softener w/ Expand Formula” to make it larger and softer, while at the same time releasing a scent of flowers that won't hurt his nose. 🥰🌸👕Once again, no washing machine required.

Spot 🐶🏎️: *Continuing sniffing* Mmmmm... I JUST can't resist from wearing my bagged clothes with continuous flower scent... 🥰👕👖🤗 I want a lay down on my comfy bed to get myself either shut eye or just stay awake for couple of hours... 😌🌸😴 *Sigh* This is life...

Spot Speedster (Chowder OC) - created by ME!

[fandomfluffandfuck]

S what have you been thinking about recently? Any evanstan thots? 🤲🏻 🥺

Thanks for the ask!

I've been thinking about sub Seb with evanstan as per usual, but specifically I have been thinking about-

An impromtu little scene between Sebastian and Chris.

They've both been busy. Both of them have been running around working or finishing up odds and ends of errands, always on their feet to the point that it's wearing them both down; they're only home for a few scant hours all day. They have barely had time to do much other than sleep in the same bed...

Sebastian arrives home for the evening when Chris has just finished up in the shower. Chris has changed into soft, loose lounge clothes. His hair damp and feet bare as he pads quietly from the master bath through the dimly lit master bedroom. Dodger is napping on the bed. Sebastian is still in the clothes he wore that day as they cross paths. The only subtracted item of clothing is his shoes, which he kicked off by the door.

Happy to see Chris, Sebastian is smiling sweetly- especially happy to see a relaxed Chris, which is something of a soothing balm over his frazzled nerves from the busy, unending week he's had.

He breathes for what feels like the first time all day.

"Hi, baby," Chris says softly, stopping in front of him. Careful fingers brush a strand of wayward hair from Sebastian's forehead. Chris is smiling too, just like Sebastian. Matching goofy grins.

"Hi," Seb murmurs back, stepping in just a liiiittle closer. Unable to resist, drawn to Chris like he has his own gravitational field. Chris freshly smells like body wash and shampoo and home. It's not like Seb needed to step in closer though, not with those large hands he loves so much encircling his waist and pulling Sebastian into a kiss in favor of more inside-voice chatting.

Cotton stuffs Seb's ears, making everything feel fuzzy and distant in a pleasant, safe way. After all, Sebastian is happy with the relative silence too, humming and following Chris' lead.

Kissing.

Seb's own hands reach out to hold on the instant their mouths meet - readying himself to be swept away - and feeling Chris' skin under eager palms then feeling well-worn t-shirt fabric as his hands slide up his biceps to his shoulders. Still kissing.

Still kissing.

Chris' arms tighten further around him as it grows more intense, pulling them even closer together. It shocks a gasp from Sebastian, tugged forward like a ragdoll. Chris chuckles softly, nipping his lower lip, and squeezes him again for good measure. Tight enough to get him to gasp again. This time though-

As he gasps, Chris licks into his mouth, taking advantage of the opportunity. Knowing the dirty thrill it sends through Seb.

"Mmmmm-" Sebastian moans, feeling his whole body begin to hum under Chris' administration. And thoughtlessly, Sebastian's nails dig into Chris farther. Also, his mouth falls compliantly more open, letting Chris in... The sweet burn of oxygen deprivation is just beginning to settle in as their kissing gets more urgent, still, Sebastian could stand to feel more of it.

More of it as they kiss and kiss.

Chris' hands grip Sebastian tighter, his back and waist and ass- touching him. Sebastian feels his body begin to go limp, getting even more compliant; enjoying the way Chris feels against him. Against his chest. Against his stomach and hips and whole front. But especially against his lips.

They break apart. Panting. Staring at one another hungrily. Frozen despite the heat crackling between them.

Chris thumbs the dip in Seb's chin, tilting his chin up to lock eyes, "sweet boy," he whispers.

Sebastian swallows, unsuccessfully muffling a whine at the sound of his voice and his praise. His cheeks heat, blinking slowly, feeling held in place in the best way.

"Mmm-hmm," Chris agrees with nothing, leaning in and kissing him again, cupping his jaw and the back of his head. Holding him.

Sebastian shudders happily. Yes, please.

They continue to kiss and touch and kiss and touch, standing chest-to-chest, melting into one another, for what seems to be an unlimited amount of time. Sebastian's toes curl in their carpet. He whimpers. Chris bites Sebastian's bottom lip with a soft growl; his fingers are probably biting little bruises into Sebastian's skin. Good.

Good.

They're both breathless now, broken apart to heave in tension-thick air when Chris whispers, "show me how much you love me."

He doesn't seem to mean to say it, based on the facial expression that appears on his handsome face, surprised by the sound of his own voice, but... it means everything.

It's everything Sebastian wants to hear and-

Without even thinking about it, reveling in the echo of his smooth, deep voice, "show me how much you love me," Sebastian falls to his knees. Worshipful.

Sebastian does not even feel the impact of his knees against the floor. It doesn't hurt. There is no pain- nothing but reverence and sweet heat inside his empty mind. His mind and his eyes are solely on the sight of Chris. Staring up at Chris. Golden. He is the only thing in focus.

Suddenly finding himself kneeling, admiring his dominant worshipfully, and breathing in smoothly to center himself against his torrent of arousal, Sebastian follows through just as thoughtlessly- folding his arms behind his back. Hands clasping his elbows, a mock-cuffed position. As if Chris had restrained him the way he is so fond of doing.

Sebastian breathes, just like that, "yes, Chris."

Oh, Jesus...

The obscene show of Seb seamlessly dropping from standing to kneeling with his hands behind his back - eyes already gone hazy and fuzzy with sweetness - practically knocks Chris backward onto his ass. The trust and obedience and sweetness is radiating off of Seb.

His perfect submissive.

It's addicting- the dizzying, arousing effect Chris realizes once more that has on his submissive. All he did was say something (and something accidentally at that), after kissing him for... not that long at all, and here he is, now on his knees, panting lightly with swollen, parted lips and glassy eyes.

Fuck.

What did he do to get so lucky?

How is this perfect fucking sub his? What did he do to deserve Seb? So pretty and so eager to please. On his knees practically drooling, not touching with his arms behind his back but drooling- wanting so badly to please him. To show him how much he loves him 🥴

Just a quick little drabble! I hope you don't mind that it's short <3

#asks #chris evans #sebastian stan #evanstan #rpf #real person fanfiction #fandomfluffandfuck

[killingkueen]

hello!!! i hope u don’t mind this ask but i was wondering if you had any tips or tricks towards embroidery on clothes? i love the art and want to do more but feel like i’m missing smth

Hello hello! I don't mind at all 🥰

Your question is delightfully vague and broad. I can give you some tips from what I've learned but I warn you that I've only been embroidering for a year, so I am by no means an expert. I have learned from some of the mistakes I've been making tho. Mostly. And if you have more experience, these might not be revelations.

First thing is having the right material. Heavier, thicker fabrics work better, especially if the pattern is large like with the tulip one I just did. I have done a thin t-shirt but the material puckered just enough to annoy me because it's hard to get a consistent stretch. So keep that in mind. You'll need a bigger needle as well. I think I used a size 8 for the tulips. Also, using the entire six strings of your thread is going to use it up unbelievably quickly but will make your work look fuller which I think is good for a shirt, but will depend on the pattern. I used two strings when I made my tiger shirt.

A mistake I made with the tulip shirt is that I drew the pattern as I went. Don't do that—design the whole pattern and get it on your fabric before you start to embroider. This (obviously!!) gives you a chance to tweak anything before you spend hours completing an entire third of the tulips and then realize there's not enough space for the stems and leaves. ( :/ )

In terms of what kind of stitch to use, I did satin stitch on the tulips. I would not do it again! It's a bad fill stitch for the project; between the shirt and the ever moving hoop, it was hard to maintain a consistent tension, which made the stitches uneven, and some were too loose. I recommend having a pattern that uses short stitches, as the final result will look neater and more intentional.

Some of the instagram reels I've seen show people drawing on their clothes without the hoops, then adding the hoop and embroidering. This is fine if the fabric doesn't have much stretch, like with denim and linen. But if it's a cotton shirt, put the hoop on first and then draw. Drawing first and then stretching your fabric is going to expand and/or distort the pattern.

Altho if you are using a cotton shirt, you can use a stabilizer (you can actually use a stabilizer for any fabric). The ones I have available to me are very thin, but they're water soluble and are great for dark fabrics that are hard to draw on. Just stick your pattern on that, and then put the hoop on with the stabilizer and shirt and you're good to go. Because they're water soluble they'll be easy to tear, so be careful about pulling too hard when you're adjusting your fabric. You can buy some stabilizers that have a sticky back, which would fix that problem.

Finally, I don't cover the back of the pattern/inside of the shirt with anything. Part of it is I don't now how or what fabric to use, another part is I haven't had a problem yet by leaving it alone. Just double-knot all your strings and keep the amount of jumping to a minimum and it'll be fine.

Also, wash your embroidered clothes inside out on the delicate cycle. I stick them in a laundry bag as an extra measure.

Mmmmm and I think that's all! It's a little unorganized but here are my tips and tricks for a successful project. If you have a more specific question, please free to ask. I'm still learning myself but I'm happy to help 😊

#embroidery #i hope this is what you were looking for #i tried to be accurate #iammissingautumn

[bittersweet--chaos]

@dolls-horde @dolls-circus I’m done :3

Leto: Is something burning?

Doll: Just my love for you.

Leto: Doll, the toaster is on fire.

✨✨✨✨

Leto: How do I deal with my enemies

Doll: Kill them

Leto: That's a bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution

Doll: Kill them only a little?

✨✨✨✨

Doll: Ohhhh, we each get our own oven?

Leto: ... N-No...

Leto, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have???

Doll, motioning to their kitchen: Three, I thought!

Cam: I see a-

Leto, motioning to one device: This is a microwave.

Doll: Oh, well I-

Leto: Hey wait wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave*

Leto, amazed: Its got a bake setting

Neph: Ohoho, you learn something new every day!

Pathos: Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first?

Leto: Now I've just discovered I have more ovens than I thought, we don't have to roshambo nothin!

Leto: I am someone who owns four ovens...

Leto, louder and way too happy: I am someone... who owns FOUR OVENS...

Leto: I didn't know I was so rich with ovens...

Zethus JR., pointing to another appliance: Also the toaster oven!
Leto:

Doll: Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens!

Leto:

Leto, fucking ECSTATIC: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS

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'Can I copy the homework?' 
Leto: I can help you with it!

Neph: Yeah, sure.

Pathos: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.

Cam: lol nope.

Zethus JR.: Wait, we had homework?!?!?!

Doll: *Read 5:55pm*

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Cam : You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos.

Neph: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard.

Pathos : But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos?

Zethus JR.:Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day.

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Cam : You know those things will kill you, right?

Neph, pouring another glass of whiskey: That’s the point.

Pathos , smoking a cigarette: We’re trying to speed up the process.

Zethus JR.: *Nods while eating raw cookie dough*

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Doll: Self care is actually getting into fights with randoms in dark alleys.

Leto: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap!

Dante: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!!

Zethus SR.: Lmao self care is taking your birthday cake just so I can eat the frosting.

Dante: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

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Zethus: Why are your tongues purple

Doll: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Leto: I had a red one.

Zethus SR: oh

Zethus SR:

Zethus SR: OH

Dante:

Dante: You drank each other's slushie?

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Leto: Have you seen a person named 'Doll' around here?

Dante: Ugh, yes. They made a horrible mess of the blood fountain.

Zethus SR.: It looks fine to me?

Leto: IT USED TO BE WATER!!!

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Dante: How did none of you hear what I just said?

Doll: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Leto: I got distracted about halfway through.

Zethus SR.: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

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Doll, about Leto: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.

Dante: Are we stealing them?

Zethus SR.: New or used?

Leto: Wonderful responses, both of you.

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Zethus SR: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste

Doll: We got spring water

Zethus SR: NO.

Dante: with EXTRA minerals

Doll: it's like licking a stalagmite

Zethus SR: DON'T COME HOME.

Dante: Mmmmm cave water

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Doll: Dante and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us

Zethus SR: *Sighing* What did Doll do?

Doll: They chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...

Dante: Who wants a steering wheel?

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Dante: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Zethus SR: You’re a hazard to society

Doll: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

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Zethus SR: What time is it?

Doll: I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out

Doll: *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune*

Dante: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING

Doll: It’s 2 am

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Leto: Doll, keep an eye on Dante today. They're going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.

Doll: Sure, I’d love to see Dante get punched.
Leto: Try again.

Doll, sighing: I will stop Dante from getting punched.

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Leto: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.

Dante: You were flirting with Doll.

Leto: So what? She’s my wife.

Dante: You asked them if they were single.

Leto:

Dante: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

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Doll: Leto and I don’t use pet names.

Dante: I see. Hey, what do bees make

Doll: Honey?

Leto: Yes, dear?

Doll:

Dante: Don't ever lie to my face again.

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Dante: Hey, Doll? Can I get some dating advice?

Doll: Just because I’m with Leto doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

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Zethus JR: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something.

Kore: Pathos, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass.

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Pathos: *Walking in to a room* Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things.

*Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder*

Zethus JR: *Out of breath* THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.

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Pathos: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars.

Zethus JR: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life

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Bambi, tending to Pathos’ wounds: How would you rate your pain?

Pathos: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

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Leto: How many kids do you have?

Doll: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

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Kore: Zethus and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's-

Zethus JR: Sentences.

Kore: Don't interrupt me.

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Kore: So what’s for dinner?

Zethus JR, staring at the food they just burnt: Regret.

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Bambi: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated.

Pathos: Killed without hesitation.

Bambi: No.

#leto_talks #c!doll💜 #pathos💙

[tsuki-sennin]

It's a week late, but here's Delicious Party PreCure, Episode 27~! And standing in that delicious limelight today is ya girl Ran-Ran~! Figured I'd do this this morning, to avoid spending like an hour talking about it again lol.

Spoilers, I guess...

-"Holy shit, the entire universe needs to know how badass this lollipop is!"

-What a gal.

-I agree Kome-Kome, Ranchi's very based.

-Oh shit, bubbles!

-...quite the cold open.

-Oh wow, Ran doing mad science.

-Rin, Run!

-...your parents are quite creative. Are they saving Ron and Ren for your next couple of siblings?

-Fox Spotted

-Good job Mem-Mem.

-Glucose based bubble water... is such a thing even possible?

-Wash your hands, lad!

-The first...

-Kome~! Kome~!

-Whoaccha~!

-Whoa hey, Pamu, watch those paws.

-Adorable :)

-Recibeppis

-Amai-kaichou and Koko-neechan are taking this very seriously, huh?

-Fuwafuwa~!

-Aw :(

-Wow, that's

-Quite extreme.

-Ran-Ran Hakase!

-"I am Kome-Kome's very gay and very based father! She's uh... somewhere around here!"

-Mmmmm... soft serve...

-Sounds wonderful right now.

-And just as summer's winding down...

-Ayyy, Supi-kun!

-Seccy too!

-...where's Papa Narshe?

-There he is!

-Bundoru Bundoru!

-She straight up dipped, Yuin!

-Poor lass doesn't wannHa stand out, huh? Guess I can feel that....

-Letting your growth color your perspective and your advice... that's the good shit right there.

-RANCHI WHA

-I can't believe the day has finally come. She turned into a furry.

-Damn though, Rin was right, those seem delightfully fluffy.

-HOLY SHIT SHE'S SO TALL

-KOME

-These glucose bubbles seem like a very fun novelty to play with hjkl

-Oh shit, powered up?

-Motherfucker Zyuohger'd our snacks!

-Spring Pot!

-Alright Toei, what kinda fight do you have for me this morning?

-Frog pot...

-Wow, caught the Sandwich and the Fruit.

-"Food and cheer are interlinked!"

-"Does not compute! I only eat motor oil and microchips!"

-Yum-Yum Drain~!

-Holy crap Supi-kun, what the hell did Narshe put you through?

-Oh shit, cliff hanger.

-Wow, good thing that resolves tonight-ish.

-...so uh... you can wait 12 hours or so, right? I promise I won't let it slip my mind this time!

-Holy shit, that's a big boy!

-Oh shit, Kome-Kome contribution! Hell yeah!

-We gettin' bling next episode too, huh? Nice.

-Anyways, see you tonight, I guess

#if you receive a little kindness give them a large serving! #precure #pretty cure #depapre #delicious party precure #delicious party spoilers