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balkanradfem · 2 years

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So, I wanna make new underwear today. I have this turquoise tube-top that my roommate abandoned (it really doesn’t look useful), and, I wanna make super comfy underwear that manages to cover me completely, and not be very tight. Something like these shorts, but more comfortable.

I used the shorts as a reference, and took some time to draw a pattern.

Here it is cut out!

It looks super weird by itself, but the way these are constructed is that one piece makes the left side, and the other piece makes the right side. They’re then stitched in the middle, and the little bottom pieces connected. Let’s cut that out of the fabric!

As soon as I placed it on the fabric, I discovered it was a little too small, but I decided to disregard that, and just folded my pattern in the middle. The fabric is stretchy, and I always end up making panties too big (I fear that they’ll be too small). I managed to cut one piece, and it does look small, but, when I cut the other piece and put them together, it looked just fine! Here’s them stitched up together:

And the last piece was just adding the elastics and sewing it into the hem. I’ll admit, the elastic is slightly too weak and it would have been better to make it tighter, but I’m otherwise very pleased with how they turned out. I don’t have to hem them or put any elastics into the leg holes because they’re just naturally covering me without any extra help.

I wish I could be posting to an internet where only women could see my images, and then I’d feel comfortable showing a nice picture with them on me, but since this is a bit more dangerous, you can have a grainy picture of my zuchinni that have gone wild, with the blurred me in the background :)

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mariibound2003 · 3 months

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finally decided to share my Dealer with the internet! Her name's Buck, she's the butch ever, and she is my everything atm, i'd let her step on me, crush me under her large arthropodic body and shoot me in the head- the USUAL response yknow? Bonus doodle of her and Charles arguing:

#buckshot roulette #buckshot roulette dealer #the dealer #choo choo charles #also yes. she can squish her body up and go into a more bipedal stance if she wishes #because all her organs are distributed appropriately #those back legs are more like fucked up kickstands that can walk and somewhat grab??#also do NOT ask me how long it took to give her pants #there's a reason i never gave Charles pants and i see why now #shudders #she'd probably just walk around her apartment in a wife beater and a blanket/cloth wrapped around her lower half #because ain't no way any store makes underwear big enough #the pants might as well be homemade too #or altered after being bought

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gil-estel · 10 months

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what if I stopped buying clothes and just started making whatever I need

#so far ive made shirts shorts skirts dresses pyjamas and a coat. i might actually.....#have the appropriately skillset?????#i would still purchase specialized clothes like cycling gear and underwear but.#.....i have an increasing number of homemade everyday garments in my rotation

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neil-gaiman · 10 months

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good morning mr neil! a few users here have recalled a good omens talk you and terry attended around 2004-ish wherein you discussed one of your favorite things about the book was that it brought so many skinny goth gaiman fans and round nerdy pratchett fans together, and sir terry is delightfully quoted as saying that the couples "looked like lots of number 10s walking down the street together". Absolutely incredible and adorable image - I know many 1 and 0 couples myself haha! Do you recall this/have anything to add to the story?

Terry took an enormous delight in Good Omens signings because he loved that my fans (skinny, dressed in black, tattooed before that was common or with interesting hair colours ditto, "wearing their underwear on the outside" whatever that meant) and his (normally older, actually employed in real jobs, often wearing sweaters, sometimes carrying sweaters they had knitted themselves which they then presented to Terry along with a jar of homemade blackberry jam) stood in the same lines to get their books signed, and met and sometimes even married.

I don't remember the 10 comment but it sounds perfectly Terry.

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eiightysixbaby · 2 months

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haiii gf i got a request🙈

older! eddie catching u make him lunch for work and he ends up railing u against the kitchen counter😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

hiiiii queen 🤭 you always come in with the older!eddie requests bless ur heart.

18+ please! fingering, unprotected piv (he pulls out), use of pet names, food mention obv

Your soft hums from the kitchen are what wake him, the sound floating down the hall and through the cracked-open door.

Eddie stirs, stretching his limbs with a low rumble of a groan, pressing his face into his pillow and inhaling. He can smell the sweetness of your shampoo on the pillow case, and he smiles softly to himself. Sunlight filters through the curtains, casting the room in a honeyed glow. He sits up with another groan, scratching at the soft pudge of his stomach absentmindedly before standing.

He can hear the radio now, your hums following the tune of whichever song comes on. He can picture you in his mind; hips swaying softly as you sip your morning coffee, probably your second cup by now, picking at your breakfast. He can picture your bed head, your sleepy eyes, the smile that graces your face when he comes to say good morning.

What he isn’t expecting when he trods down the hall is to see you making a meal, his lunchbox open beside you on the countertop. He watches quietly as you stack different ingredients to make a sandwich, taking care to make it look good. His hungry eyes rake over your figure, trailing up your legs, lingering on the way your tiny little shorts hug the meat of your ass. He was right, your hips are swaying to the music, tempting him to come right up behind you and squeeze a handful of you.

You reach into the cookie jar, picking out a few of your homemade cookies — snickerdoodles, his favorite — before placing them into a plastic baggie and tucking them into the lunchbox. He stays silent as you cut up strawberries, placing them in a container followed by blueberries, raspberries, blackberries. Giving him a well-rounded meal, wanting to keep him energized and cared for.

Something deep within Eddie stirs, and he finds himself simultaneously aroused and awestruck at the sweetness of your gesture. You’d never gone out of your way to make him lunch before, your relationship still in the early stages, and he feels his heart melt in his chest.

“Well don’t you look beautiful this morning,” he speaks finally, your head whipping around to face him.

“Oh! You startled me,” you laugh breathily, body relaxing entirely after realizing it’s only him.

He steps closer to you, stopping once his front is pressed to your back.

“What’re you doing in here, baby?” he asks, morning voice raspy and deep. It sends a shiver down your spine, shooting right to your core.

“Making you lunch, handsome,” you reply, turning your head to give him a kiss.

“Putting in all this work for little old me?” He looks around at the scattered ingredients, realizing you must’ve already gone to the store this morning to buy half of it.

“It’s hardly that much work,” you say simply. “And yes, we have to keep little old you fed.”

He snorts, letting his big arms wrap around your middle. His lips find their way to your neck, your head tilting immediately to allow him easier access. You whine before you can stop yourself, your hands gripping the edge of the countertop.

“You’re taking such good care of me,” Eddie purrs. “Think I need to take care of you.”

“Ed,” you breathe, squirming under his roaming hands. “You have to get ready for work.”

“It can wait,” he replies, lightly kicking your legs apart with his foot.

He lets one hand trail down your stomach, dipping beneath your shorts and your underwear in one swift motion. His calloused fingers tease your clit, the scruff on his face lightly scratching your skin as he continues to kiss your neck. You’re like putty in his hands, feeling your knees go weak the second he starts touching you. Your heart rate increases, breathing turning into pants and sighs as his thumb circles that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over.

The fabric of his pajama pants stiffens, his cock growing harder by the second. You can feel it pressing against your ass, and you wiggle your hips tantalizingly.

“Mmm,” he hums, a sound that reverberates against you. “Don’t tease, honey.”

He stops his steady pace on your clit, drawing his hand back so that he can utilize both of them to pull down your cotton shorts. Your panties fall to the floor with them, and you kick them aside swiftly as you step out of the garments. Eddie’s hand returns to its previous place, this time slipping two fingers carefully into your heat, wetness pooling around them.

“So wet, sweetheart,” he coos, smirking to himself when you let out a high pitched whine.

“Fuck, Ed,” you sigh, tipping your head back to rest against his shoulder. Your eyes close, reveling in his touch.

His free hand tugs at the waistband of his pants, slipping them down far enough to free his aching cock. The tip is red and leaking when he grabs it in his fist, stroking it a few times for good measure. You’re a moaning mess in front of him, gripping hard at the countertop as his fingers curl expertly inside of you.

“Feel good, baby?” he asks, nipping at your ear.

“Uh-huh,” you nod, incapable of forming any actual words.

“I’m gonna make you feel even better. That okay with you?” he continues, awaiting your permission.

You can hear his fist running over his cock, along with the groan he tries to stifle but fails. You can feel yourself clench around his fingers in anticipation. “Yes, please,” you choke out, wincing slightly when he removes his fingers.

You steady yourself, body practically vibrating with need as his tip rubs against your folds. Large hands grip your hips as he sinks into you, punching the air from your lungs. He starts with slow, agonizing thrusts. Letting the drag of his cock make you delirious as it slides inch by inch out of you before gliding back in.

He’s well-versed in this, had his years of practice, able to have your legs trembling for him in seconds. You’re finding it harder and harder to keep yourself upright as he picks up his pace, pounding into you from behind relentlessly. Your nails dig into the countertop, back arching as his name tumbles from your lips on a loop.

“Such a good girl, feel so good around me, baby,” Eddie grunts, his fingertips gripping harshly into your skin, keeping you in place as he drives into you even harder.

You’re seeing stars, positive you’ve never felt this good in your life. The radio still croons from the corner of the kitchen, the sound hazy and far-off in your ears. You couldn’t name the song playing if there was a gun to your head, Eddie quickly fucking every thought from your brain until all you can possibly think about is him.

The tension in the pit of your stomach builds and builds, a coil that’s ready to snap, and you’re suddenly certain that if you grasp the counter any harder your fingers will bleed.

His balls slap against your skin, cock gliding easily in and out of your dripping cunt. One hand trails up beneath your shirt, kneading your breasts and pinching the nipples between two fingers. You moan hotly, feeling your legs quiver, turning to jelly in real time.

“Why don’t you cum for me, honey?” he rasps into your ear, and it’s enough to send you entirely over the edge.

He curses as your walls squeeze him, clamping down as if your goal is to keep him inside forever. He manages a few more thrusts before he’s pulling out, cumming all over your ass. You can feel it dripping down, coating your skin in his sticky warmth.

Breathing heavy, you come back to reality slowly, dazed. The lunchbox sits packed in front of you, and you’re reminded that you’re on a time crunch. Eddie’s surely approaching the point of being late for work, and he watches you turn around to look at the clock.

“Let’s get cleaned up before I have to leave,” he says, pulling you against him to kiss you sweetly. “I’ll get the shower going.”

You tug on his arm when he tries to walk away, getting his attention once more.

“Did you really get turned on just because I was making you lunch?” you ask with a smirk.

He laughs. “What can I say? I’m a simple man.”

“Noted.”

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f10werfae · 1 year

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Sleepy Snuggles

pairing: Boyfriend!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: Henry loves on his cockdrunk girlfriend all through the night, especially during Christmas season

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

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“Butterfly, you feel so good wrapped around me like this, all cockdrunk and snuggly” Henry whispered kissing Y/n’s cheek from behind, his arms around her waist tightly as he thrusted up into her. Feeling her eyes start to lid from exhaustion, Y/n couldn’t help but just whimper out at the words of her boyfriend, wiggling her ass back onto his cock.

“Missed you so much Hen” Y/n moaned out, feeling Henry’s hands venture up her oversized sweater, his fingers toying with her hardened nipples. “I know baby, I know. Missed my girl so much too” He whispered back, his hand resting on her hip to help her rock back and forth, his lips continuously kissing the back of her neck.

Henry had just come back filming a new movie, and was just in time for Christmas, his girlfriend of 2 years had decided to welcome him home with an amazing homemade dinner. Feeling stuffed to the brim with food, the couple decided to settle in the living room for a nap, only when things got silent both sets of hands went wandering. Starting with Henry removing Y/n’s cotton underwear from under her sweater, and Y/n slowly grinding onto Henry’s cock behind her.

“Go on butterfly, hug onto your pillow, i’ll take care of you love” Henry said watching his girl start to claw at her pillow, hugging onto it while he thrusted his cock into her velvety walls, her warm pussy sucking him in with every force. Whimpering Y/n wrapped her arms around the plush cushion, using it to slightly stifle her moans which were slowly increasing in volume.

“You’re so big, feel you stretching me out” Y/n whispered, her other hand holding onto Henry’s arm and pulling it over to wrap around her waist; ending with him pulling her flush against his chest, their bodies perfectly moulded together. “Can I cum inside you love? Is that okay?” Henry asked feeling his cock start to get even more sensitive.

Nodding against him Y/n snuggled her head into the crook of his arm that was around her torso, feeling her orgasm start to catch up to her as well. “Need words baby”

“Y-yes, cum inside me, wan’ feel all stuffed n’ warm” Y/n said softly, whimpering when Henry’s hand slowly slid down to toy with her clit that was now poking out of its lips, all swollen and asking to be played with. Starting to rub it gently as not to hurt Y/n, Henry felt himself empty out into her pussy, both of them gasping at the new sensations.

“Gonna cum bear, real soon” Lifting up her leg, Henry started to fuck his cum back into her, feeling the juices start to spill down her thighs. “You going to keep my cum inside you butterfly? Want to keep you full of me”

Nodding her head rapidly, Y/n’s legs started to shiver and spasm, her voice sending out muffled whimpers and moans. “F-fuck baby, feel you up here” Y/n whispered pulling Henry’s hand up her stomach, her orgasm slowly washing over her as Henry just let her rock back and forth at her own pace, pulling out once she calmed down.

His hands now pulling back her hair to swoop it into a low ponytail, both of his arms wrapped around her torso to pull her even more against him. His lips kissing the shell of her ear and whispering any and everything to calm down his girl, her heartbeat rapid against the palm of his hand.

“I got you butterfly, Hen’s got you” Turning around in his arms, Henry kissed her forehead, watching her glossy eyes stare up at him; her lips graced with a sleepy dopey smile. “I wanna feel you Bear, take it off” She complained tugging at her own jumper tiredly, Henry smiling at the clingy nature of his girl.

“Okay okay” In one swift motion Y/n was now naked, her warm skin against his, her eyes watching as Henry reached over for the couch blanket sitting by their feet.

Now engulfed by the warm fabric, Henry felt Y/n’s start to grind on his cock, her pussy lathering up his length in their mixed juices. “What do you think you’re doing butterfly?”

“can you stay inside me? J-just until I fall asleep” She asked looking up at him, placing tiny kisses onto his chest, neck and face. “Of course I can baby, is’ all yours” Henry growled kissing her lips softly, their tongues meeting in a sweet sloppy kiss as Y/n guided his tip into her wet cavern. Both of them hissing out at the slight overstimulation, but breathing out once Henry had filled her to the brim. His balls just resting against her pussy as Y/n shimmied closer to his chest, her arms wrapping around his torso.

Her fingers tracing over her man’s chest, playing with the curls decorated on it, smiling contently as Henry kissed her head every few seconds and reminding her how beautiful she looked. “You have never looked so beautiful my love” “Wish could keep you on my cock forever” “ I Love you so much, my gorgeous girl”

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slttygeto · 1 year

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SLOW MORNING — GOJO.

note: made this for @aurelianamu and her pookie gojo. love you two.

MORNING LOVE

COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN

there’s silence when gojo opens his eyes, the room a little too bright for his liking but he assumed that it was still a bit early, maybe around 6:30a.m. he looks to his left, his arm thrown on your empty side of the bed and sighs when he realized that you weren’t there.

“early bird,” he mumbles to himself before pushing the covers off of his bare body. it’s a good thing that the bathroom is attached to your bedroom, he didn’t want to walk around the hallway butt naked to get to the shower.

it takes him a couple of minutes to clean up and get dressed into a pair of underwear and some sweatpants. he wasn’t fond of wearing a shirt around his place, it stuck to his skin and made him feel quite uncomfortable if he was being honest.

he opens the door of the bedroom, and the first thing he smells is coffee. nice, hot coffee and pancakes, his nose was twitching as he tried to figure out more of what you placed next to the pancakes before humming. strawberry jam, homemade—his favorite.

his eyes scan the kitchen for a moment and his eyes fall on your swaying hips, your (his) shirt riding up with every little movement around the counter. from reaching to grab the butter to bending down to open a drawer.

then his eyes travel up, and he finds himself smiling at your messy hair, tie barely holding anything together but you still tried.

seeing you like this every morning made him feel like the luckiest man alive.

“are you going to keep staring or are you gonna kiss me good morning?” you didn’t bother to turn around, but satoru knew that you had a teasing smile on your face.

but when you did turn around to put the plates on the table, gojo was already in front of you, looking intimidatingly tall with the way he was hovering over your barely dressed figure.

“morning,” he mumbles the word against your cheek before pressing a kiss to the skin, hands slipping under your shirt to grab your hips and squeeze them.

“someone is handsy this morning” you tease him, hands still holding your plates full of food.

“this isn’t being handsy,” he continues to nuzzle your cheek, before hands slip from your hips to your ass to grope the skin and pull you closer.

“this is being handsy.”

“satoru!”

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koolades-world · 1 year

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Random Obey Me! Headcannons

Lucifer really likes human world blue cheese but refuses to admit it because he knows he will be made fun of for it by his brothers

Mammon has his first dollar he made in the Devildom framed and when Mc found it while looking for condoms he was really embarrassed

Idk it’s so funny to me to think of Mc and Mammon about to have sexy time and they need to go look for a condom. Mammon swears he has some so Mc goes digging though a drawer and finds a framed dollar bill while butt naked

“Mammon what is this-”

“SHIT UNSEE THAT HUMAN”

Levi has neck and back pains from all the gaming he does and really loves massages but is too scared to ask

Satan once stole a pair of Lucifer’s underwear and hung it from the RAD flagpole

Asmo made it a point to introduce Mc into his nightly routine as his face mask buddy, even to the point of doing it over call if they’re separated

This also sounds funny as shit imagine someone like Levi walking in on that

“So anyways, I stomped their skull in and got blood on my new boots. My hands also hurt from wringing the neck of that-”

“Asmo, Lucifer wants to know- HOLY SHIT WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU”

“A face mask, Levi. You could use one”

Beel loves kids and likes it when they use him as a jungle gym

Belphie always kicks people in his sleep without fail. Mammon swears he does it on purpose but knows he doesn't

Simeon does the best hair braids and is regarded the best in the Celestial Realm

Luke hates girl scout cookies since he thinks homemade cookies are so much better

Solomon can be seen leaving Asmo's room at any point during the day but nobody ever sees him going in. Imagine hanging out with Asmo and Solomon just fucking appears and then disappears just as fast

Diavolo's favorite color is pink

Barbatos has a succulent garden and Mc will bring him a new one every time they come back from the human world

Thirteen definitely loves Mexican food and spice in general

Raphael is convinced soft blankets are the best thing to ever exist

Mephisto once accidently knocked over one of Luke's cakes and felt so bad that he sent Purgatory Hall a buttload of money and wrote an article in the RAD newspaper about how great the angels were at baking

Mammon and Lucifer openly hate white chocolate (because it's not chocolate). Satan does too but pretends to like it because Lucifer likes it

Whenever Satan needs a parter to go to the events he gets invited to, Mc and Asmo are his first choices. He's closest with Asmo (Belphie is a second close) and doesn't mind the fanfare

Asmo and Beel often travel around the Devildom together. Asmo can't eat everything he orders since he just wants pictres so Beel is the ideal companion. Beel is also the perfect body guard

Solomon's current favorite liquor is Fireball and always has some on hand, but Luke always hides it because he thinks drinking is a bad habit

Barbatos definitely listens to heavy metal but everyone thinks he listens to classical music

If my grandmothers met the brothers, Beel would be their fav because he would clean his plate but if it was everyone, Simeon would take it home because he’s so charming even though he’s barely clothed

Everyone is so downbad for Mc I think it might scare off other people how much they hover. Like, a lower demon bothering you? Literally anything could happen to them, like they could be thrown in an endless loop of suffering, they could be made dirt poor for eternity, or they could be torn limb from limb <3 gotta love it

Asmo and Belphie make a deadly duo when to comes to trapping people/demons/angels. They both have the power to lure you in, and would probably take turn luring in victims for an evening as some sort of strange brother bonding. They both remind me of angler fish in a way. Asmo lures them with the pretense of sex and Belphie with relaxation, two things people can’t get enough of and they can stay calm enough to pull it off

Solomon has definitely made the brothers swap bodies or something crazy like that, on accident or not, you decide

Whenever Mc is feeling down, Diavolo offers his man titties as a nice pillow to relax on because he read somewhere once humans liked that

Beel is like a bull in a china shop so do not take him anyway where you need to be delicate. Belphie knows this, and will put him to sleep and carry him when they need to go somewhere like an antique shop by promising him a snack afterwards

Beel thinks Satan, Belphie, and Mc make the best weights out of everyone. Satan will just read, Belphie will just sleep, and Mc is like his personal cheerleader. However, he can and will lift all his brothers and Mc and the same time if he wants to, it’s just difficult to get them all in the same place at the same time

Thirteen, Belphie, and Satan got in a prank war once and it had to end in a draw since one party could not best the other. In the end, they made a final, collaborative prank and pulled it on Solomon

Mc once fell down the stairs in the human realm, ended up in the hospital, and sent the entire cast into panic so much that they took turns watching over them

Mephisto and Mc once had a night out drinking together and (somehow) returned to the HoL but were totally smashed. Lucifer forbid them from doing it again, but they still sneak out together and just crash at Mephiso’s place instead

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svtcrus · 10 months

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Day Offs. || suguru x sorcerer gn!reader

a/n : some sweet suguru writings to cope with jjk season 2

note : geto and reader are implied sorcerers , and teachers. suggestive writing , h0rny suguru

synopsis : suguru sees you in his attire and can't help himself

having a day off from teaching and exorcizing were lucky days for you. however for your boyfriend a day off was an extremely rare day. but some days, a very rare and incredible lucky day, occurs when you're both off. and that day happened to be today.

you were still half asleep, tiredly sitting up from bed. wincing slightly at the pain coming from your lower back. the crinkled duvet covering your bare body, you scanned your bedroom for a piece of clothing. you looked to the floor which was scattered with clothing, and fallen pillows. the events of last night flashing back into your mind making you blush.

seeing sugurus thrown jujutsu jacket near you, you grabbed it to cover yourself up. it smelt like him, woody but fresh.

getting up, his jacket was long enough to cover down to the mid of your thighs. not thinking much, you made your way out to the kitchen where you could hear the sizzles of your boyfriend's cooking.

the aroma of bacon and sugurus homemade pancakes flowed in your shared little home. in the kitchen was your boyfriend shirtless with a pair of joggers hanging loosely on his lips. v-line showing, and that muscular back of his is littered with your scratch marks. oops.

the warmth of the sun piercing through your windows is making him glow before you.

you walk your way towards him, arms hugging his biceps as you tiptoe to kiss him on the cheek. he's still focused on the bacon, but he's grinning at your presence.

"morning baby," he says softly, voice still raspy from waking up so early. he's turning the knobs of the oven off so he can focus all of himself on you. only then does he take in you sporting his work attire, and it's lighting a fire inside him. his eyes widen a slight, admiring at how cute, how ravaging you look right now.

within seconds after his staring he hastily grabs you by your waist, placing you on the countertop. your arms quickly wrap around his neck as he's suddenly kissing you with the same hunger from yesterday. it's full of lust, both of your lips becoming swollen. you moan in the kiss as he's pushing against you for more, hands now trailing up to tangle into his raven hair.

meanwhile his lips then trace down to your jaw, then to your neck where its covered in his lovebites. large hands grabbing your hips, then your bare legs. he is absolutely devouring you.

"mmf-! sugu.. i'm still sore..!" you manage to breathe out, pushing him away with your free hand while the other is covering your red face. suguru looks down at you, eyes dark with want. he smirks at how flustered you are before him.

he gently grabs your hand that's on his bare chest, taking it up to his lips to place a small kiss. his other hand gripping at the edge of the counter as he towers over you.

"I can't help myself lovely, you're here wearing only my jujutsu jacket and a cute pair of underwear... you're all mine." he's leaning in again, whispering in your ear as he places your hand on his shoulder. you shy away, face looking over to the side. suguru giggles at this, kissing your cheek before he backs away. turning around to get two plates from the cabinet.

"you're so mean sugu.." is all you can mutter out, while still sitting on the kitchen counter. watching him as he acts like he wasn't about to have you for breakfast instead of the bacon and pancakes.

"mmm yes yes, now c'mon baby. let's eat yeah? you need to replenish the energy you lost from last night."

"suguru!"

@svtcrus || 08.04.2023

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rassicas · 1 year

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Splatoon 3 artbook is coming! and they gave us hi res sample pages! so i translated them!

I’ve already preordered the book, and since I live in Japan I should be getting it very soon after release. mark my words I’m gonna go crazee translating it i need that Lore

In the meantime, some translations of the sample pages! take a look under the cut:

Page 44, IKIMONO (Living things)

yellow text: Among the living things in the Inkling world, a wide variety of species exist. There are creatures that can take on a humanoid form as well, called "Inklings" and "Octolings", the former being squids, and the latter being octopuses. white text in gray box: The old and the new mix to make the Splatland's youth culture The young people who grew up in Splatsville take pride in being born and raised in the Splatlands, and there is an extremely strong sense of solidarity in the community. They deeply cherish their old local culture, which is unsophisticated and simple, yet strong. At the same time, they like to make fun of urban areas such as Inkopolis for acting like they're "all that". On the other hand, many of them secretly yearn for that sophisticated, high-collar, Inkopolis culture. The current culture of chaos created by the youth with such a flip-flopping mentality is becoming increasingly global.

I’m going to translate these roughly. character select screen outfit, left: lines pointing to reflective goggles, a mask that blocks dust, and the cape. the cape is made from kelp, and is meant to block out sunlight. hero suit outfit, right: the “ultra light earpiece” is so light, it doesn’t even feel like you’re wearing it. The ink display is a digital screen. Boots are meant for rough terrain. Interestingly, agent 3 is holding a weapon called a “Hero Extinguisher.”

the gear on the left is called “hunting equipment”. The earpiece is based on an udon noodle. It’s small, but it has a deep sound (with bass i assume instead of sounding tinny?) Around the neck are cooling pads. The shirt is made from a seaweed fabric. apparently its wrapped around their upper body and kind of hurts to wear. you can see their underwear, but its the kind of underwear that’s supposed to be seen for Fashion. idk what its called but you guys know what im talking about. The ink tank is homemade. in the pouch of the backpack are snacks. to the right are very early concepts.

Page 62, Deep Cut concepts

It’s a lot of handwritten notes with a lot of pointing out what the drawing is, so I’m going to translate roughly.

bottom left is pointing out various things about frye’s head anatomy. small chin, forehead sticks out, thick neck, head curves like this and this etc. middle frye with the bit of green and red makeup is described as having a clown-like feel to it. tiny furthest right drawing is commenting on a specific nose shape concept as “bird-like.” she almost had the same nose as my main OCs what the

red arrows on the right: long arms, long thighs, squared shoulders are pretty. hand in the middle with black text: something like ‘if she has hands with ornamentation like this it makes her hands seem long’ bottom left: the little doodle of the face reads that her ‘mouth is kind of like this.’ the other text talks about how her eyebrows move asymmetrically, as having that kind of variety in the movement is key.

left: she’s saying something about sharks? apparently she was going to be associated with sharks with shiver being associated with eels instead. right: various sound effects. “looking around absentmindedly” “rocking back and forth” “dozing off.” on the bottom it shows her suddenly stiffening to attention.

left: in her left hand, it’s a sensu (japanese folding fan). in her right, its a harisen (the kind of folding fan used to smack people in slapstick routines) gonna be real here the text on the right is too cursivey i cant read it

shiver mask designs. neat stuff.

early design concept.

Page 198, Scorch Gorge

not a lot of text on this page, mostly images, have a look yourself. top right passage: A majestic canyon where the history of the Inkling world can be seen in the strata and rock formations. Many enjoy rock climbing here. There's a spawn point that was once used for ink battles that no-one has bothered to remove.

#splatoon 3 #splatoon #splatoon artbook #splatoon translations

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bishopsbeloved · 3 months

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a night in

kate bishop x female reader

After dinner plans are cancelled, Kate Bishop skips straight to dessert

straight up smut, kate topping, she is so fucking horny, fingering, oral (R receiving), mentions of her strap, 1.4k words

Dating Kate Bishop keeps you on your toes.

At the last possible minute, as the two of you were ready to leave her apartment in white tie attire for the high-end Valentine’s dinner reservation awaiting you, she got a call from Clint that had her huffing and grunting and tugging off her blazer.

“Stupid— fucking— superhero thing,” she’d muttered, fumbling with her quiver, “won’t— give me a, uhm, a couple hours, baby, I’ll be so quick.”

When she comes home, you’re at the kitchen counter, preparing a homemade meal in place of your prior plans. You’re still in the tight little number she picked out for you to match with her suit, figuring she’d still want to take it off you. The front door slams, and almost instantly she’s dropped her gear on the ground and made a beeline towards where you’re stood.

“Hi, baby,” you murmur, setting down the knife and turning to face her. Within a moment she’s pressing herself against your back, hands on your hips, stopping you from moving.

“No,” she sighs against your skin, her chest to your back, her mouth on your neck. She leans into you, draping herself over your back to pin you between her body and the counter, and hold you in place. “Stay.”

You’re quiet, cheeks reddening as her lithe arms curl upwards to let her hands cup your tits. Sometimes she’ll hold them just for the sake of holding them, but today she wastes no time in beginning to roughly grope them over your dress, fingers tugging hungrily at the cleavage.

“Katie,” you sigh, unable to stop yourself from leaning back, instinctively relaxing into her touch. She’s solid behind you, deceptively strong, groaning against the skin of your neck and then taking it between her teeth. You whimper.

“Was thinking of these the whole time I was gone,” she tells you lowly. She fumbles with the front of your dress, whining in the back of her throat when she can’t free your tits with ease.

“J— just my tits?” you manage, overwhelmed by her, arching your back into her touch.

“All of you,” Kate admits hoarsely, her hands moving to undo the zipper of your dress now. “Just you. Fuck.”

She’s all over you, she’s everywhere, beginning to grind herself against your ass as she trails open-mouthed kisses across the newly exposed skin of your shoulders. She tugs your dress down further still, impatiently rutting against you like a dog in heat, and you wince as you hear fabric rip.

“S’fine,” she mutters against the skin of your spine, sending shivers down it. She begins to tug you towards the sofa. “C’mere.”

“Katie, the food,” you remind her.

“I don’t— screw the food, we’ll get takeout. You taste better.”

She grips your hips as she sits on the sofa and pulls you onto her lap. The dress is somehow squirmed off of you entirely, leaving you in nothing but panties, and as Kate fights with the buttons of her own shirt you’re finally able to take her in — her pretty lips are parted as she pants softly, cheeks a little flushed, pupils blown. She looks up at you as she tosses her buttonup aside and a thrill of arousal shoots through you as her darkened, hungry eyes lock onto yours and finally your lips meet.

You whine openly into her mouth as her tongue slides against yours, and her hands make their way to your tits again, her thumbs toying with your nipples. Without the boundary of your dress you can feel how cold her hands are, and it makes you tense, squirming a little.

“Shhh, sh sh,” she soothes against your lips, “just let me play with you. Been— been thinking of you like this all night, baby, fuck.” She drags out the syllables, her voice dripping with need, and she’s not the only thing that’s dripping.

“You’re so wet, huh?” Kate muses as your wetness seeps through your underwear and onto her trousers. She jogs her leg, rubbing against your cunt and watching with amusement as you squirm. “Yeah? That feel good, baby? You want more?”

You cry out in the affirmative, and one hand stays on your tits while the other slides down to nurse your overwhelming wetness. She toys with you over your underwear, teasing your clit until you’re shivering in her arms, before growing impatient with her own games as she often does and sliding her cold hand beneath the lacy fabric. You yelp at the contact, and let out a low guttural cry as she slides two fingers into you without hesitation.

“Shh, it’s okay,” she soothes you, lazily curling her fingers inside of you as the pad of her thumb makes its way onto your clit. “Just be a good girl and take it. I’ve been outside working, I’ve been so cold, and I was thinking of this the whole time. You’re gonna be good for me and warm me up, okay? You gonna warm up my fingers?”

“Y— yes,” you cry out. You’re rolling your hips into her, arms curled around the back of her neck, and as the pleasure grows more intense your head falls forward to rest on her shoulder. You pant softly as, on every thrust into you, Kate fucks into the sensitive spot of your gummy walls that makes your vision go white.

“So— s’good,” you whine, breath hot against her skin, and you feel her shiver a little.

“Yeah?” she murmurs, picking up the pace a little. With every thrust your wetness seeps out of you and down onto her thigh, soaking it. “God, you’re so fucking tight,” she says desperately, whiny, her own hips beginning to rut up into you as she fucks you, and it’s the way that she gets off on your pleasure alone that has you gasping and teetering on the edge.

“Cum— cum on my fingers, baby,” she almost begs, an arm looped around your waist to hold you in place as she fucks you steadily, sinking her teeth into the soft skin of your neck. With a cry you obey, blinding waves of euphoria rolling over you as you clench around Kate so hard that she struggles to continue thrusting into you.

“Fuck, fuck,” she grits, fucking you through your orgasm and shuddering a little. The realisation that she’s cum in her pants just from fucking you has you whining, dragging your fingernails down her back, rocking into her. Eventually she pulls her hand from your cunt, sucking your slick off of her fingers and whimpering at the taste.

“Have to taste you,” she mumbles, almost to herself, easing you off of her lap onto the sofa and then getting on her knees. “Just take what I give you, baby, so good for me.”

Kate nudges your thighs apart, burying herself between them and running her tongue up your slit. She groans at the taste, not caring for your little whimpers of overstimulation.

“So fucking good,” she breathes, one arm wrapping itself around each of your thighs to hold you in place. You’re too far gone to muster a reply.

Kate Bishop always eats you out like a woman starved. Tonight, though, she’s hungrier than you’ve ever seen her. She laps at you messily, her nose nudging against your sensitive clit, desperate to engulf you. You’re crying out her name, writhing, and when you reach out to wind your hand through her hair she looks up at you through her lashes. Her eyes are wide and dark, lips swollen, the entire lower half of her face glistening with your juices. She blinks up at you hungrily, still lapping at your clit, swallowing everything you have to offer her, and the sight paired with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you is enough to have you cumming on her tongue. She hums approvingly against you, the vibrations only prolonging your orgasm, and you feel so overwhelmingly good you can’t even move. Eventually she slows down, sensing your need for a break, and makes her way back up your body to tug you into her arms and hold you close to her.

“So good for me,” Kate soothes you, a hand combing through your hair. “So good at taking everything I give you. So, so good, my gorgeous baby.” She waits until you’ve come down a little more, until your eyes are a little less glassy, before grinning at you. “Happy Valentine’s, sweet girl. You want to ride my strap next?”

#kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop x fem reader #kate bishop x you #kate bishop smut #kate bishop tops #at least here she does #in general she’s lowkey more of a switch idk #like she just wants to please u #hailee steinfeld #smut #lesbian smut #happy valentine’s day to kate bishop ONLY

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lovexdeepspace · 2 months

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All the Love and Deepspace boys react when you make a homemade scarf for them?

Thank you very much and hope all is well.

“made with love.”

summary; a gift is best when it comes from the heart.

warnings; none! enjoy the sweetness <3

note; aaaaa some fluff to break the angst cycle !! ty for the sweet request !!

( to be formatted in the future )

a box awaits each of the boys, wrapped neatly with a note attatched.

rafayel…

… immediately calls you, panicking that some crazed fangirl or someone he wronged in the past has found his address.

“what if it’s a bomb?” he shouts into the phone, peering through the crack in his front door at the box. “or worse! what if it’s some woman’s used underwear?!”

you fail to contain your laughter on the other end of the call, covering your mouth as you double over.

“how can you laugh in such dire times?” rafayel wails, clutching the phone to his ear. “this isn’t funny!”

after a moment you were finally able to compose yourself and say, “the box is from me, dumbass. i dropped it off on my way to work this morning. i tried to give it to you personally but someone wouldn’t answer the door.”

cue a sheepish chuckle from rafayel as he opens his front door and stoops down to open the gift then and there. he smiles to himself as he finds a blue hand knit scarf sitting in the box, his fingers running gently along the material.

“it’s so soft,” he says softly and you laugh again, amused by his genuine reaction. “i’m putting it on and never taking it off.”

“so dramatic,” you mumble, cradling the phone between your shoulder and ear as you pick up your book once more. the line went silent and you quirk a brow. “rafayel?”

your phone buzzes and you pull it away from your shoulder to find three image attachments sent your way with more piling in every second. each photo is one of rafayel in a different, exaggerated pose with the scarf wrapped around his neck. you laugh at his theatrics and save a couple to your camera roll before shooting him a quick text.

you look like a dork.

he answers immediately, as to be expected from your clingy artist:

i think i look amazing

xavier…

… opens the box as soon as he pulls it in his apartment without a single concern. if anyone could handle some danger, it’s him, so why worry?

the yellow scarf is soft in his lap as he reads the card you wrote for him, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. he sets the little card aside and wraps the scarf loosely around his shoulders before pushing himself off his couch, sending you a text that he’s coming over.

it doesn’t take long for him to arrive at your front door or for him to fish out the spare key you had given him, unlocking the door and pushing his way in. xavier shuffles into your apartment, leaving his shoes by the door as he calls out your name. he moves from the main room to your bedroom, finding you sprawled out on your bed. without a second thought he crawls into bed beside you, startling you awake.

“huh — wha? xavier?” you lay back down, groaning. “scared the shit outta me.”

xavier hums and pulls you into his embrace, your face burying in his chest. “i got your gift and needed to come say thank you.”

“you couldn’t have just texted me?” you ask sleepily, wrapping your arms around his midsection. “you’re welcome, by the way. tara taught me how to knit and she gave me some extra yarn. i thought the color would suit you.”

you pull back a little and eye the scarf around his neck before adding, “it does suit you.”

xavier nods in agreement, kissing your forehead. “you have a good eye.”

zayne…

… completely forgets about the gift. one day he comes into the office to find a box on his desk and makes a mental note to open it after his first patient.

then one patient becomes two back to back emergency surgeries and by the time that was all complete it was well into the night. finally having a second to himself, zayne plops down on his couch and leans his head back. his eyes finally close only to snap open again at a knock on his door.

“zayne, i brought you some dinner,” you say as you open the door to his office. he lets out a sigh of relief and relaxes once more as you shut the door behind you, setting the lunchbox on his desk. “oh! you still haven’t opened it?”

“opened what?” zayne asks, turning his head slightly to look at you. you pick up the gift on his desk and hold it out to him. “oh, that. i assume it’s from you, then?”

you nod excitedly and place the box on his lap. “go on, open it!”

“i’m sorry, today’s been a hectic day,” zayne apologizes as he carefully opens the box. the stress melts away as he looks into the box at a black hand-knit scarf with a small smile. “you made this?”

you take a seat next to him, reaching over and grabbing the scarf out of the box as he reads the card. “i did! and since you’re mr. jack frost over here, i think a scarf is the perfect accessory! do you like it?”

you wrap it haphazardly around his shoulders and zayne sets the card down on the coffee table before fixing it around his neck.

“out of all the gifts you’ve given me over the years, i think this one might just be my favorite,” he replies, placing a hand on your knee as he leans forward and presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. “thank you, sunshine.”

#love and deepspace #rafayel #lads rafayel #rafayel x reader #lads xavier #lads zayne #xavier #xavier x reader #zayne x reader #zayne #oracleofstars

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janitorhutcherson · 6 months

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finnick odair who was never in the games but instead is your average man who lives in a coastal city in california. he’s rough around the edges still, gruff, sarcastic, and cocky, but he is happy and free. he’s more soft spoken and his guard is let down more, but only around specific people. mostly only around you.

finnick odair who owns a fishing company called ‘odair fisheries.’ he spends most of his time out on a little sailboat he’s made up. he’ll spend hours out in the ocean, just him, a cooler, and his fishing rod. his golden tan skin is sunburnt in some areas from long exposure and lack of sunscreen, something you’d gotten onto him about ten times too many. his body is covered in little tattoos of seashells, sea turtles, boat anchors, small outlines of fish. a seashell necklace sits around his neck, homemade from your delicate and loving hands.

finnick odair who’d practically BEG for you to come fishing with him. you weren’t the biggest fan. something about sitting out in the searing heat all day on a rocking surface didn’t seem all that appealing to you, but when finnick would look at you with his big blue puppy dog eyes, his bottom lip sticking out, you couldn’t resist. if you were determined to deny his suggestions, he’d go even further, throwing in a desperate, “please, sweetheart, you know i hate being without you as is.” as always, you’d give in, not particularly loving the sweat dripping off of your forehead but loving admiring your partner in front of you. you loved the way his face scrunched up in focus as he cast the line, his eyes perched on a particular spot. you loved the way his muscles tensed as he reeled the line in, or the way he huddled over you when attempting to teach you how to fish for the hundredth time (once again unsuccessful, though you know he’d try again tomorrow).

finnick odair who also taught children to fish as a part of his company. on weekend mornings, he’d have different classes that would last about 30 minutes. at the beginning, he’d take a group of kids out to a dock near his boat and he would teach the basics. by the end of the block of classes, he’d have even kids as little as 5 out fishing on his boat with him. he loved the kids like his own, growing attached to each and every one of them. you loved watching him teach, seeing how he’d sweetly hug the little boy gripping onto his leg back or how he’d soothe the crying little girl who fell and scraped your knee. he’d get you involved in helping to wrangle the kids, too, watching you intently as you’d braid a little girl’s hair for her or cradle one of the youngest ones on your hip. finnick wanted kids more than anything and he wanted them with you, his mind going crazy, desperate for a little family with you every time he saw you with children. it’s safe to say finnick’s baby fever is crazy.

finnick odair who spends rainy sunday mornings with nothing else to do playing guitar hero and other various video games. as rain would pelt down heavily on the roof of the house, the waves rocking the boat a little too much for him to even dare to attempt the seas (although he had in unsafe weather one too many times for your liking), you’d be awoken far too early in the morning to the smell of freshly baked muffins (from a box) and the sound of some rock song on the tv mixed with plastic clanking. you’d trudge into the living room, fuzzy blanket wrapped around your cold shoulders, and plop down onto the couch where a muffin already awaited you with some warm coffee on the side table. you couldn’t help but laugh as you nestled into your corner on the couch, turning yourself into a nest of blanket. finnick would be going crazy with the guitar strapped around his neck, resting at his somewhat bare torso. he’d be jamming out in his underwear, hair tussled, eyes still puffy with sleep. his nimble fingers would click through the red, blue, green, yellow pieces as his piercing blue eyes focused on the screen. you couldn’t help but fall more in love with him as you begin to doze back off in your corner.

finnick odair who loves intimacy. it was something that didn’t come easy to him. although things were much simpler for finnick odair in this life than in the hunger games, he still had his guard up. you’d taught him how to be intimate, how to love and to feel love, how to share his feelings with more than just ‘i love you.’ at night, he would spoon you to sleep, hand always resting on your stomach from behind, nuzzled up as close as he could get. if he was holding you the other direction, he’d hold you close into his chest, resting his nose in your hair, taking in your scent. “you are my entire ocean, the sea breeze that makes the waves move, the crystal blue water, all the way up to the glisten in the sea, sweet girl,” he’d mutter into your ear. even when you were fast asleep, he’d still whisper sweet nothings into your ear. when you’d take showers, he’d carefully sneak in and slip in behind you, almost always causing you to fall, but he’d be prepared and catch you. he’d then tenderly wash through your hair for you, pressing little kisses to your shoulders. finnick loved and adored you and he’d do anything possible to show that.

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siriusly-a-slut · 3 months

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New Feelings

Masturbation, pillow humping, kinda perv!sirius, padfoot watches you, innocent!reader

On summer vacation with the boys, you sigh and roll over on your bed, book in hand and chest resting on a pillow. Remus, James, and Peter have all gone to a shop in downtown Italy, looking for ingredients to make homemade pasta, claiming it’s the Italian experience.

You stayed home despite the beautiful city to read and spend some time alone, and although Sirius was also staying in the house, you knew he wouldn’t bother you. You and Sirius are of course friends, but you aren’t very close without the other boys. You close your book and rest your chin on your hands. Going out with the boys would’ve been less boring, you almost regret not going out to see the city.

You scooch yourself up on the pillow you’re laying on, only to feel a tingling feeling in your core. You move your hips back down, pushing the corner of the pillow into your legs more. You take a shaky breath in, your heart is beating a mile a minute and you look behind you to your wide open door. This feels so… wrong, but now you’re curious, and are desperate for the feeling to return to your core.

There’s a dog standing in the hallway, staring into your door. You jump a bit and stand up

”Oh I didn’t know James brought you on vacation…” you mumble, half to yourself and half to James’ shaggy black dog. You realize James has never even told you the dog's name, he usually just shows up places with James. You’ve never thought much of it, and you try to shoo the dog away, wanting to finish your business. The dog trots right in your room and walks in small circles before lying down right in front of your bed.

You have no choice but to leave him in, since he is making himself at home in your room. You close the door and lock it quietly, even though Sirius is on the other side of the house.

You climb back on your bed, and this time purposely spread your legs over the pillow. You drag your hips across the pillow, inhaling and exhaling deeply at the pleasure it gives you. You bite your lip and repeat these motions, soft whimpers falling out of your lips. You’ve never felt anything like this before, and your eyes widen as you feel your underwear get wet.

You furrow your brows and take your flimsy pajama shorts off, and pull your knickers down your thighs, seeing a damp spot in them. You touch it, and your thumb eases over the slippy substance easily. You bring a couple fingers in between your legs, and you feel the same thing.

Does this have to do with the tingly feeling? With you spreading your legs? You pull your panties up hesitantly, but feel way too hot to stop what you were doing. You don’t bother to put your pajama bottoms back on, and find that the absence of them increases the tingles you feel.

You start to pull your hips against the pillow faster, a bit more eagerly. You can feel more of the wet substance pooling in your underwear, and it makes you feel good, you want more, want to feel more. You’re so excited at this new feeling that you’ve forgotten about James’ dog on the floor.

He's watching you intently, but even if you turned around and looked at him, you would just think the dog is just curious about the movements. But in reality, he’s staring directly at your ass and getting a nice view of the damp spot you’ve created.

The quiet whimpers turn into louder moans, but not too loud, you don’t want Sirius to hear something like this and question you. You wouldn’t even know how to answer, because you don’t know what you’re doing yourself. You use a hand to cover your mouth and frantically move your hips up and down, opposed to the slow dragging movements.

You get saliva on your hand as muffled moans escape your mouth. Your lips part softly and you squeeze your eyes shut. You get really tired and slump gently onto the pillow, breathing heavily. Your hips move against the corner of the pillow ever so slightly, missing the feeling of the climax.

The dog jumps up on the bed and tries to stick his nose right between your thighs. You jump at the feeling and sit up, pushing the dog away off the bed you’re in. You stand up and open the door, the lock popping open as you turn the knob. The dog trots away quickly, and you shut the door again, changing your underwear and putting the pillow back in place.

Unbeknownst to you, in the hallway, Padfoot changes back to Sirius and his pants are painfully tight. He can’t believe he jumped up on you, he couldn’t contain himself. You were just so hot, so innocent and new to the activity you were doing. He shuts himself in his room quietly, his back to his door as he groans faintly and pulls out his cock, the image of you vivid in his mind.

#Sirius Black #Sirius Black smut #marauders smut #marauders era #marauders fanfiction #sirius black x reader #new writers on tumblr #perv!siriusblack

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dummythoughtsz · 3 months

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STRESS RELIEVING~ Minji x fem reader

(smut)

At the last possible minute, as the two of you were ready to leave her apartment in white tie attire for the high-end Valentine's dinner reservation awaiting you, she got a call from Hanni that had her huffing and grunting and tugging off her blazer.

"Stupid - fucking—idols thing," she'd muttered, fumbling with her quiver, "won't— give me a, uhm, a couple hours, baby, I'll be so quick."

When she comes home, you're at the kitchen counter, preparing a homemade meal in place of your prior plans. You're still in the tight little number she picked out for you to match with her suit, figuring she'd still want to take it off you. The front door slams, and almost instantly she's dropped her gear on the ground and made a beeline towards where you're stood.

"Hi, baby," you murmur, setting down the knife and turning to face her. Within a moment she's pressing herself against your back, hands on your hips, stopping you from moving.

"No," she sighs against your skin, her chest to your back, her mouth on your neck. She leans into you, draping herself over your back to pin you between her body and the counter, and hold you in place. "Stay."

You're quiet, cheeks reddening as her lithe arms curl upwards to let her hands cup your tits.

Sometimes she'll hold them just for the sake of holding them, but today she wastes no time in beginning to roughly grope them over your dress, fingers tugging hungrily at the cleavage.

"Minji," you sigh, unable to stop yourself from leaning back, instinctively relaxing into her touch. She's solid behind you, deceptively strong, groaning against the skin of your neck and then taking it between her teeth. You whimper.

"Was thinking of these the whole time I was gone," she tells you lowly. She fumbles with the front of your dress, whining in the back of her throat when she can't free your tits with ease.

"J— just my tits?" you manage, overwhelmed by her, arching your back into her touch.

"All of you," Minji admits hoarsely, her hands moving to undo the zipper of your dress now.

"Just you. Fuck."

She's all over you, she's everywhere, beginning to grind herself against your ass as she trails open-mouthed kisses across the newly exposed skin of your shoulders. She tugs your dress down further still, impatiently rutting against you like a dog in heat, and you wince as you hear fabric rip.

"S'fine," she mutters against the skin of your spine, sending shivers down it. She begins to tug you towards the sofa. "C'mere."

"Minji, the food," you remind her.

"I don't— screw the food, we'll get takeout. You taste better."

She grips your hips as she sits on the sofa and pulls you onto her lap. The dress is somehow squirmed off of you entirely, leaving you in nothing but panties, and as Minji fights with the buttons of her own shirt you're finally able to take her in - her pretty lips are parted as she pants softly, cheeks a little flushed, pupils blown. She looks up at you as she tosses her buttonup aside and a thrill of arousal shoots through you as her darkened, hungry eyes lock onto yours and finally your lips meet.

You whine openly into her mouth as her tongue slides against yours, and her hands make their way to your tits again, her thumbs toying with your nipples. Without the boundary of your dress you can feel how cold her hands are, and it makes you tense, squirming a little.

"Shhh, sh sh," she soothes against your lips,

"just let me play with you. Been- been thinking of you like this all night, baby, fuck." She drags out the syllables, her voice dripping with need, and she's not the only thing that's dripping.

"You're so wet, huh?" Minji muses as your wetness seeps through your underwear and onto her trousers. She jogs her leg, rubbing against your cunt and watching with amusement as you squirm. "Yeah? That feel good, baby? You want more?"

You cry out in the affirmative, and one hand stays on your tits while the other slides down to nurse your overwhelming wetness. She toys with you over your underwear, teasing your clit until you're shivering in her arms, before growing impatient with her own games as she often does and sliding her cold hand beneath the lacy fabric. You yelp at the contact, and let out a low guttural cry as she slides two fingers into you without hesitation.

"Shh, it's okay," she soothes you, lazily curling her fingers inside of you as the pad of her thumb makes its way onto your clit. "Just be a good girl and take it. I've been outside working, I've been so cold, and I was thinking of this the whole time. You're gonna be good for me and warm me up, okay? You gonna warm up my fingers.

"Y- yes," you cry out. You're rolling your hips into her, arms curled around the back of her neck, and as the pleasure grows more intense your head falls forward to rest on her shoulder.

You pant softly as, on every thrust into you, Minji fucks into the sensitive spot of your gummy walls that makes your vision go white.

"So- s'good," you whine, breath hot against her skin, and you feel her shiver a little.

"Yeah?" she murmurs, picking up the pace a little. With every thrust your wetness seeps out of you and down onto her thigh, soaking it.

"God, you're so fucking tight," she says desperately, whiny, her own hips beginning to rut up into you as she fucks you, and it's the way that she gets off on your pleasure alone that has you gasping and teetering on the edge.

"Cum- cum on my fingers, baby," she almost begs, an arm looped around your waist to hold you in place as she fucks you steadily, sinking her teeth into the soft skin of your neck. With a cry you obey, blinding waves of euphoria rolling over you as you clench around Minji so hard that she struggles to continue thrusting into you.

"Fuck, fuck," she grits, fucking you through your orgasm and shuddering a little. The realisation that she's cum in her pants just from fucking you has you whining, dragging your fingernails down her back, rocking into her.

Eventually she pulls her hand from your cunt, sucking your slick off of her fingers and whimpering at the taste.

"Have to taste you," she mumbles, almost to herself, easing you off of her lap onto the sofa and then getting on her knees. "Just take what I give you, baby, so good for me."

Minji nudges your thighs apart, burying herself between them and running her tongue up your slit. She groans at the taste, not caring for your little whimpers of overstimulation.

"So fucking good," she breathes, one arm wrapping itself around each of your thighs to hold you in place. You're too far gone to muster a reply.

Kim Minji always eats you out like a woman starved. Tonight, though, she's hungrier than you've ever seen her. She laps at you messily, her nose nudging against your sensitive clit, desperate to engulf you. You're crying out her name, writhing, and when you reach out to wind your hand through her hair she looks up at you through her lashes. Her eyes are wide and dark, lips swollen, the entire lower half of her face glistening with your juices. She blinks up at you hungrily, still lapping at your clit, swallowing everything you have to offer her, and the sight paired with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you is enough to have you cumming on her tongue. She hums approvingly against you, the vibrations only prolonging your orgasm, and you feel so overwhelmingly good you can't even move.

Eventually she slows down, sensing your need for a break, and makes her way back up your body to tug you into her arms and hold you close to her.

"So good for me," Minji soothes you, a hand combing through your hair. "So good at taking everything I give you. So, so good, my gorgeous baby." She waits until you've come down a little more, until your eyes are a little less glassy, before grinning at you. "Happy Valentine's, sweet girl. You want to ride my strap next?"

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Our girl

Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Requested by @jelloangela

Request gist: Angry sex with the Weasley twins. An argument that leads into something rough. Fluff at the end.

A/N: Thanks for the request! I decided to use the bunny and kitten nicknames that I used in the headcanons I wrote. I think it came out as the twins being condescending and owning the reader instead of angry sex, so apologies. I got halfway through writing and just went “does this make sense?”. But I stuck with it. I also only wrote that George fucks the reader but Fred is present and teasing the reader, if that counts as twins x reader. Writer's block hit me hard with this one (but writers block can be defeated with old movies and homemade biscuits)

T/W: Rough sex, unprotected sex, jealous + possessive twins, Fred is a little bit of a meanie, nicknames, manhandling, love bites, choking, hair gripping?, degradation and dumbification, allusions to exhibitionism/ prostitution, a teeny bit of overstimulation, soft aftercare

You stormed into the flat above the shop, the twins hot on your trail. They were so jealous of every man you served. If a man came to the counter while you were serving or asked you for help while you were on the shop floor, they were right behind you to scare the man away. If a man so much as looked at you, they would appear as if by magic. That’s how today played out.

You had been on the tills when a man came to the counter. You served him the same way you served any customer, but according to the twins, there was more to the story.

To them, the man had been eyeing you up, staring at your tits when you weren't looking. They even went as far as suggesting that the man was going to ask you out if they hadn't been there. The man was just a customer, but to them he was an enemy eyeing up their girl. They practically ushered him out of the shop and told him that they were closing soon (even though there was still an hour till closing).

Fred was the first to speak up, his hand grabbing your arm to stop you from pacing around the small living room.

“He was flirting with you, Kitten. Stop pretending that you didn't love his attention”.

He pulled your arm, twirling you to face him. George came up next to the two of you and trailed his hand up with back. George leaned closer to your ear and spoke with a soft voice.

“You know we care about you, Bunny. You don't need his attention, not when you have us. We’ll always take care of our girl”.

Your scoff only made them persist more.

“That's not the point, you both-”

Fred’s lips crashing onto yours cut you off. His eager hands found your waist, tugging at the T-shirt you had on. He broke the kiss to pull it over your head before George grabbed your arms and held them behind your back. His grip wasn’t painfully tight, just tight enough to stop you from getting away. Fred took his time pulling your skirt down, admiring how you looked being manhandled in place by his brother.

George pulled you towards the couch, taking a seat before pulling you onto his lap. Your legs were either side of his, your back to him with your arms still being held in place by his.

Fred leaned his face closer to yours, that smirk plastered on his face.

“Maybe you should have behaved, we might have gone easy on you Kitten. Or maybe you wanted me and Georgie to treat you like this”.

His hand slid down your stomach to your clothed pussy. He cupped your pussy, enjoying the way your hips seemed to move on their own, grinding against his hand. He pulled his hand away and ripped your underwear from you. The hand that teased you came up to gently squeeze your neck.

“You will behave when George fucks you, wont you?”

You didn't even have time to respond before you heard George pull his zipper down. You hadn't even noticed the absence of his hand on your arm. You suddenly felt something prod at your entrance before being pushed inside. The lack of preparation made you throw your head back, the sting only fueling your growing desire. George’s hips bucked up into yours, his grip tightening on your arms. His pace was brutal, his tip repeatedly rubbing that spongy spot. Fred remained standing in front of you, his hand finding your hair. He gripped your locks tightly, keeping your face towards him.

His other hand pressed your cheeks together, his tone condescending.

“This is what you needed, wasn't it? Wanted to be fucked like a little slut? Maybe we should have let that guy have a go at your tight pussy, see how much we could have charged him. We’d watch every second. Watch you take it like a slut, hear you beg for us to fuck you instead of him.”

Fred’s words had your pussy clenching around George's cock, making George groan.

“She likes it, Freddie. Imagine how much we’d make just from letting random guys fuck her mouth.”

The twins chuckled, and your cheeks blushed from their humiliating remarks.

Fred's hand came down to rub slow circles over your clit.

“Don't worry, Kitten. We’d never let another man touch you. You’re our pretty slut, aren't you?”

You nodded so fast, whiplash kicked in. You were so close, you could’ve cum from their words alone. The pleasure was building, the twins knew. But they were merciful, this time anyway. George said the words before you could even ask.

“Cum for me, Bunny”

Like the flip of a switch, the band snapped. Your moans filled the sex scented air as your pussy gushed around George's cock. His hands held your arms all throughout, keeping you steady. Fred’s eyes watched your face. He took in every detail as if he hadn't seen you cum before.

George's hips kept bucking, neither twin worrying about your moans that slowly became whines and pleas that it was “too much”. Fred's hand returned to your clit, his face level with yours. Georges cock pulsed inside of you before cum painted your walls. His thrusts slowed to a stop, settling you into his lap and releasing your arms from his grip.

Fred took it as his cue to lift you into his arms before carrying you into the bathroom with a quick remark about ‘looking presentable in front of a lady’ to George. Fred sat you on the side of the bath and turned the taps on. He added all of your favourites from bubble bath to bath salts. When the water had risen and the bath was filled with bubbles, he helped you into the steamy water.

George came into the bathroom and sat on the floor next to Fred, both boys watching you as if you would vanish any second. The water against your aching body felt heavenly, but only one thing could make it better. Your hands left the water, one in each direction of each twin. Both boys reached for their designated hand, holding it like a precious jewel was in their palm. George's other hand came to stroke your cheek softly, and the twins gave each other a look that said it all.

You were their girl.

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