#[ummmm triggers for this ummmm]

[kembracaves]

can you believe i am somehow STILL working on thank you cards??? why did i decide to hand paint them all….. 😭😭😭😭

[jsjxhxbbxbxh]

Crazy

[silkhy-john]

They got it right with Pisaca. How fucking terrifying.

[deermouth]

Just finished Jeffery Cranor and Jenina Matthewson's You Feel It Just Below The Ribs. I'm not usually a fan of alt-hist, but I think this one had some enjoyably non-standard preoccupations as far as the genre goes.

[pepprs]

so deeply in hell

[beth0ftime]

Too much math, not enough Beth, system is fried. Please check again in 12 hours for repairs to be completed.

[maerps]

@doesoft, continued from here.

micah's breath hitches, sharp and harsh, caught between desire and something darker, something primal.  his fingers twitch at his sides before he reaches out to grab elena, gripping at her waist in a rough, desperate kind of possession as if she might slip through his fingers if he doesn't hold tight enough.  she has before.  his heart pounds against his ribs and he swears he can physically feel the way his control is stretched far, far too thin. it almost hurts.

his jaw clenches as his grip tightens and he drags her closer with one forceful tug, pulling her body flush against his own.  one arm snakes almost angrily around her waist as the other raises to curl around her throat, thumb pressing just enough to feel her pulse hammering deliciously beneath her skin like his own personal fucking song.  he's intentionally slow with the movement, careful to be gentle, to be sweet, even though his teeth grind with the effort it takes not to grip harder.  she feels so soft beneath his fingers, so goddamn tempting.  he knows she's teasing, toying, but there's something dangerous that micah seems to take away from her words.

it sounds too much like she's giving him permission.

"elena." micah's voice is a low, strained growl, heated with a nearly overwhelming desire for her, but there's an undertone of an almost desperate warning there. his breath comes shallow as his gaze traces the delicate column of her throat and the way his fingers fit perfectly around it.  he exhales slowly and deliberately like it's costing him actual energy to keep his touch light as he uses his grip to tug her face ever closer so he can lean in to kiss her.  he doesn't know how to tell her that her invitation tugged at something cruel within him, something that scares even him when it comes to her, so he settles on what he thinks is a little softer.  "don't ever give me permission, baby.  not unless you want me to ruin you."  because god help them both—he will.

[t4lon]

ironically unsure how to tag this and this is solely personal but oh my god i really hope no one starts the "can littles do [thing]?" discourse again because the number of like, cheeky cutesy syskid IM [alarming age] AND I LIKE TO FUCK!!! posts that some people made to Stick It To the Popular Opinion were actually kind of disturbing and sickening to read. and they were almost always untagged. bc how do you tag something like that without making Yourself uncomfortable? Well you just don't think about it, apparently !

[ralofofriverwoods]

Anybody have any ideas/patterns as to how to make a knight helmet

Preferably one that can fit a small toddler

Asking for a friend

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

I've Got You Under My Skin 5

Warnings: non/dubcon, marital troubles, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Steve Rogers

Summary: your husband is a very demanding man.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The keys jingle loudly as you rush out the door with your purse in your other hand. You just need to get out of the house. Sometimes, it feels like a prison. Especially lately. Since the fight.

You feel horrid for what you did. You made a mistake, sure, but you think Steve is right. You weren't paying attention to what he said. Now that you think of it, you may have misinterpreted your conversation based entirely on your own doubts.

Still, you're going to show him that you can do this. You've been reading up on it all night. Researching everything you need.

As you hit the button on the key tag, the car beeps and unlocks. The SUV is a bit bigger than what you would pick but Steve thought it was a good family vehicle. Besides, it's his money.

"Hey," he startles you as he appears from beside the garage. You blink and drop the keys.

"Hi, Stevie," you blanch and bend to pick up the keys as he approaches.

"You're running out," he doesn't sound impressed.

"Um, yes, um, doing some errands. Groceries."

"You could order."

You gulp, "I'm sorry. I was only... wanting to get out."

"Alone?" He inquires.

"Yeah, what--"

"You're not meeting up with Natasha for one of those sugary coffees?" He challenges.

You wince. "No, Captain. I'm not drinking caffeine anymore. It's not good... for conception."

He tilts his head and his cheek dimples, "ah, good girl."

"Do you want to come with me?" You offer.

His shoulders ease, "no. You can go. Grab some more protein. The banana stuff?"

"Yes, Captain."

"Drive safe," he girds.

"I always do."

He nods and turns back, "I'm gonna finish up the weeds."

You stare after him as he marches away. What does he mean? You just dealt with the garden. Once again, not good enough.

You get in the car and adjust the wheel and the seat. You buckle up and set your feet on the pedals. You flip the engine and put it in reverse.

You back out through the gate and onto the street. You drive, jaw locked, fingers cramped, tense in anticipation. You just want to make this better. You just don't know if it's too late.

You go to the grocery store first. You get the few items on your list. You have a lot of the staples still in the cupboards. You check out and use Steve's card. You don't have one anymore. He's a lot better with money than you.

Your next adventure makes you nervous. You stop outside the shop and stare through the window at the stuffed bunnies and the onesies. The maternity shop makes it all so real. You still feel so young. But you can do this. With Steve. He knows what he's doing.

You enter and the air rushes from your chest. Oh. Okay. That breast pump makes you nervous.

"Hi, how can I help you?" A woman chimes an approaches in a bubbly bounce. Her blond ringlets are perfect.

"Ummmm..." you fidget with your phone. "I looked online. Um, for prenatal supplements."

"Ah, yes, we have a whole aisle," she waves her arm and turns to stand beside you. "Do you have questions?"

"A lot," you admit.

"How long have you been trying? Oh, are you already expecting?" She wonders.

The questions feel too personal. Still, it's not like you came here without a purpose. You follow her to the far wall lined with bottles and vials of tablets.

"We're trying. Right now. Starting to. I just want to be healthy." You explain.

"Uh, huh, wonderful," she rubs her hands together. "Some of these you won't need until you're expecting but we can get you a few things. Maybe just have a look around for some inspiration, huh?"

"Sure, that sounds... good."

She explains to you all the organic supplements and even recommends some aphrodisiacs. Thing is, Steve doesn't need those. You pick a few and follow her around as she shows you mobiles and blankies. There's a little Cap squishee even. You pick it up and smile. He'll love that.

You take your goods to the counter and she rings you up. You dig in your purse and hand your card to her. She reads it passingly then pauses. 

"I thought you were familiar. Your Mr. Rogers. The Mrs. Rogers."

You squirm. Oh no. You forget how famous Steve is. Well, it's fine. It's not like she would tell anyone you know, right?

You just nod, "do you have bags?"

"Oh yes, I'll put this all away for you," she unfolds a paper bag and loads it up. "Anything else, Mrs. Rogers."

"Yeah," you choke. "My name's..." you correct her. Sometimes, you just feel like a part of Steve. Not your own person. "Thanks."

You take the bag and your card and leave. You sniff as you get to car and climb into the front seat. You put your purchase in front of the passenger's and sit there a while. You feel weird about this.

Just nerves. You start the car and head home. The trip is too quick. You're not ready.

You get out with the small paper bag and go around the trunk to get the reusable one with the T-bone steak and protein powder. You hit the button to close the hatch and go inside. You'd love to stay out in the sun but you couldn't relax if you tried.

"Stevie?" You call as you reach the kitchen. "Hello?"

He doesn't answer. You wonder if he's outside. You set to putting everything away.

"You're back." He greets, once more frightening you. You hate that.

"I got steak for supper. For you. I'll have some turkey."

"Great," it's not a happy remark. "You didn't come straight home."

You look away guiltily and shake your head. You're so stupid. You know he must have a tracker on the car. You grab the white paper bag.

"I was getting surprises." You offer him the bag. "Stevie, please, I'm sorry. And I meant it. I am trying."

You hold it out and he reaches inside with a scowl. His brows move in curiosity and he pulls out the Captain America plush. His expression softens and he peeks into the bag.

"Supplements. To get ready. And I'll go back for iron pills once I'm ready," you explain. "And I've been reading all night about how to get a baby. I should lay on my back and stay after for a bit. And-- and I ordered a book."

He tosses the plush and grabs you. His hands frame your face as you drop the bag and he pushes you back into the counter. His mouth covers yours as he growls.

You whine and touch his chest, overcome by his force. You were so afraid he wouldn't forgive you, that you're entirely unprepared for this. You manage to pull back.

"I-- Stevie, it won't happen now. But I threw everything out."

"I don't care," he snarls and drops his hands to your hips, "I need you right now." 

He lifts you onto the counter and you squeal. Your stomach flips but you ignore that flicker of fear. How you feel doesn't matter, as long as the Captain's happy.

[thegnomelord]

Soap and #12 with cismale reader. I was thinking they have mutual feelings for each other but not in a relationship yet, and some obliviousness mixed in for drama lol

Sure mate, though it ended up more drama than oblivious idiots in love lol. Play the game HERE.

Prompt: "What, did you think all those times I kissed you were for shits and giggles?" "Let's be real, you had a lot of fun shoving your tongue down my throat in public."

CW:NSFW, Sub Soap, Top male reader, back alley sex, semi-public sex, mild fighting, miscommunication, Soap being a jealous hoe(again)

You and Soap have a . . . thing. You're not quite sure what to call it; You're just comrades, friends, who go out for drinks after every mission and end up messily making out in the back of a bar only to get kicked out when you two inevitably get frisky and near an indecent exposure charge. But it's fine, because it gives you the excuse to go to base and fuck on the bed, or the floor, or the table, or against the wall, or any other semi-flat surface.

But you're just friends. . . or, that's what tell yourself every time your heart pitifully clenches in your chest when Soap smiles, when he laughs and pats your shoulder, when he moans your name so sweetly as you pound into him, when he looks at you as if his world starts and ends with you; because what would a bloke like Soap want with you other than sex? So you try to drown the ache for him by going out with other people, but it's never the same— not in the way they sound, in the way they move, in the way you feel.

Johnny, on the other hand, thinks you're his and his alone.

"I'm telling yea lads," Johnny says as he knocks back a beer, a lovey dovey look in his eyes like he's a lovesick puppy. "Ah've locked him down this time." He grins, and Ghost swears if he has to listen one more time about how big your cock is or how Johnny can still feel you from last time— he'll shoot you both.

"Uhuh," Gaz rolls his eyes, amused at his antics but also happy that he's finally found someone. "Yeah, su-" Something catches Gaz's eyes and he turns his head, the color draining from his face. "-ummmm."

Ghost's eyes quickly flicker over to where he's looking, "Look at that," Ghost gives a rough snort, "Locked your man down so good he's swappin' spit without you."

Soap's immediately sober as a nun, his neck audibly cracking when he swings around to look at you. The sight of you making out with a random girl across the bar has Soap's thoughts turning in his head like rusted cogs, the world almost slowing down to force him to feel all the emotions his brain spits out; Surprise comes first, like being drenched in ice cold water, disgust making his blood feel like tar at the thought of you touching someone else the same way you touch him, hot anger barreling straight through it to make fingers twitch for the trigger of a gun.

But it's the meek hurt that forces his legs to move, striding across the bar like he's on a war path. A rough hand on your shoulder makes you break off the kiss, your world spinning like a kaleidoscope from the booze and sudden force turning you around. Your eyes finally settle on familiar blue ones, but they're cold like the deepest part of the arctic. "Johnny?" You ask.

His name on your lips only makes his scowl deeper, a bruising grip on your arm as he tugs you, "We need tae talk," He spits, glaring at the poor girl you'd been making out with like she's riddled with plague.

You're not given even a second to argue before he's yanking you out the back exit into the alley between the bar and another building. A second later he's roughly slamming you into the brick wall, knocking the breath out of your lungs with a forearm against your throat and ignoring as you choke softly. "Thae fock's wrong wit' yea!" He snarls into your face, more animal than man.

Rapidly depleting oxygen forces your brain to flood your veins with adrenaline and suddenly you're moving, harshly elbowing him in the stomach and ramming him into the stone wall behind him you swear the rock cracks. "Me? What's wrong with you?"

He tries to push against you, your arms scrambling for a solid hold until you end up in a stand still, "What's wrong-" He shoves his face into yours, nearly breaking your nose while hissing like a feral cat, "-is thaet ye're shacking up with some tramp."

"So what!" You demand, a low grunt leaving your lips as you attempt to keep him pinned when he squirms like an eel, "We're just casual-" You force out those words, trying to ignore the stab to the chest your heart gives.

"Casual?" He scoffs and with a swift jerk of his head smashes his skull into yours. You stumble away, black spots dancing in your vision and that's all he needs to grab and switch your positions, pinning you to the wall. "What? D'yea think all those times I kissed you were for shits and giggles?" He demands, a bit of a traitorous hurt making his his voice crack, face pinched in pain.

"Let's be real-" Copper and iron invade your tastebuds, drawing attention to the slow stream of blood trickling from your nose, "-you had a lot of fun shoving your tongue down my throat in public."

You feel his body tense, but keep your eyes open as you expect him to punch you, to kick you, to do something to prove what you have is just temporary; pointless bliss.

"Then how'bout ah give yea a clearer message-" He leans in to lick trail of blood on your face before capturing your lips in a kiss that's more teeth than anything else. You wretch your hand free to tangle your fingers in his short hair, bodies fitting together like jigsaw pieces, reciprocating with just as much intensity as you bite his bottom lip until his blood floods your mouths. "Got it through yer thick skull now?" He asks, pulling back just a bit to stare into your eyes.

You don't know what 'it' is, but the kiss and the roughness makes heat burn through your veins, one quick flicker of your eyes confirming he's sporting the same problem in his pants as you are. "Think I'll need more convincing."

Soap yelps when you turn him around, pinning his chest to the cold wall as your hands slide down to his belt. You stall for a second to give him a way out, but he just growls, "Get on with it," So you quickly undo his pants, shoving his jeans and boxers just down beneath the swell of his arse.

"Slut," You chuckle when you catch sight of the black plug nestled between his cheeks, the skin near it still glistening with lube from how messily he'd prepped himself, "Needed me so bad did you?" You ask as you pull the plug out, putting it into your pocket as you push the head of your cock against his fluttering opening.

"'s cause ah love yea, fockin' git." He growls, his words making your brain crash.

"Repeat that," You say, softer, kinder than you usually operate, pressing against him until you're covering his back completely. "Say that again."

He notices your change, the ice in his eyes melting away enough to let him tug your head closer to kiss you, "I love you." The way he says it, like a prayer, like a sweet caress, has your heart melting into a puddle. A dingy back alley shouldn't be the place where you confess your love, but right now it feels like Paris.

"Love you too," You kiss him back and slide into him in one slow stroke, greedily swallowing down his sounds. You let him adjust before setting a hard pace like you know he loves, cock head scraping against his prostate with every thrust. "Really, really love you." You breathe out, watching his eyes lose focus as he lets out little 'ah, ah, ah's every time your hips meet.

"Bonnie, bonnie lad please-" He whines, resting his face against the dirty wall as he moans without shame, forgetting that anyone could walk in on you two and more than likely hear you across the single layer brick wall. "Fock, c'mon, give it to me."

"Yeah, gonna take care of you-" Your hand slides down to rub his cock, squeezing his base every time you bottom out and playing with his head when you draw your hips back so you can plunge back inside him, lust and love lighting up every synapse in your body. "Just say you love me again."

Johnny's eyes close as he falls into a barely comprehensible rambling of 'love you, love you, love you', his body shaking with a building heat in his stomach, precum rapidly lubing the glide of your hand as you fuck him in a harsh pace until with a sharp yell against his shoulder you cum inside him, Johnny following suit as he paints the dirty wall white with his cum.

You feel him collapse against you and have just enough strength left to support you both, though the wall does the brunt of the work. You breathe the same air as you try to get your bearings, both hearts beating in the same speed and rhythm, and Johnny whines when you attempt to shift, hole clenching greedily around you like his body doesn't want you to seperate.

"You know," You say when you've managed to catch your breath, nuzzling into the back of his neck, "There are easier ways to say you love me without biting my head off." You chuckle, as if your heart isn't beating a thousand miles per hour at the knowledge Soap loves you.

He swats at your head, "Oh awa' an bile yer heid." He growls such harsh words before kissing you softly, sharing a silent promise with you.

[holyfruitsnax]

Us Cowpokes, We Take It As It Comes

A/N: So this all started based on a little tidbit I saw today about a silly little southern rule that sparked my interest RIGHT away. Wear the hat, Ride the cowboy. (May do a ghoulish version of something like this as well) Anyways, I'm terrible but we're all here so...Enjoy....

Pairing: PreWar!Cooper Howard x Actress!Reader

Warnings: Ummmm smut! PnV, Foul language obviously, sexual themes, minor DNI!!!, 18+ Darlin', Workplace relations, Cooper Howard bro.

Dark worn boots beat a steady path against hard oak floors, every head in the saloon turning from the armed gunman to lay eyes on their hometown hero. "Cooper!" My voice cried out, throwing an outstretched arm towards the cowboy. The gunman laughed balling my hair tighter behind my head making me hiss "Cooper Howard in the flesh!" his voice rang through the silent bar. "To whom do I owe the pleasure of meeting you?...Couldn't be this little thing here could it? Hmm?" A dark brow raising as Cooper took in the bearded man. "No, no Mr. Palo...Y'see I've been after you since Amarillo....and as for the girl?" Cooper's hand stealthily moved to his hip to draw his pistol. Palo's eyes snapped to his holster, his hands releasing my head to grab his own gun. A piercing shot rang through the wooden building as people shouted and hid while Palo's body fell behind my form with a thud, a race he'd never have won.

"She's spoken for." Cooper took easy strides towards me, brows furrowed in concern as his gloved hand met my forearm to tug my body against his side. "They'll...They'll come after you next, mark my words Howard!" Palo coughed, his hand moved for his gun in his final breaths making Cooper's trigger finger pull one last time. My eyes squinted shut, arms pulling myself closer to Cooper's body with a gasp only opening again as the bar music began to play. "Is- is it over Mr. Howard?" I gazed up at Cooper with wide eyes, his own relaxed gaze staring back at me as he pulled me out of the saloon. "No darlin' I'm afraid not..." His voice low as he spoke to me, left hand pulling his glove off the other. "So he's honest when he says more of his men will come!" I breathed watching Cooper's fingers catch in his mouth, a loud whistle calling his horse, Sugarfoot. "Maybe so, I say let them come." His confidence radiating through his stark smile, turning to ready his horse for our long ride.

"Um...Mr. Howard?..." I coyly grinned tugging on the back of his blue button down. "Why yes? Miss Carlisle?" Cooper turned to meet my ask, my hand moving up to remove his hat bringing him closer. "I could've sworn, I heard you say I was spoken for in there." For once the cowboy faltered as we met face to face, his adams apple bobbed with a swallow. The humble cowboy nodded, "I guess I did." hazel eyes finding the ground for a moment. My head tilted ever so slight to close the distance between our lips, a nervous hand found the space between my shoulder blades while the other cupped my cheek. Cooper pulled away keeping me close, "Let's get a move on darlin'." His show stopping grin catching the lens once again.

"CUT! Beautiful work everybody!" The director clapped along with some of the camera crew. Cooper's head ducked in a modest bow, hand moving up to wave off the praise while I gleamed a smile placing his cowboy hat atop my head. "Thank you- oh ah thank you!" His voice carried around set as everyone mingled. "You know Cooper, I am so glad you decided to take up my offer on revamping an old project...I know everything's been a little downhill since the uh- Divorce- but, I really think this is going to be good for your career!" Our director insisted, shaking Cooper's hand. "Yeah, I'm just glad to be back at it! It's easier having a job in the city so I can stop in and see Janey after work...and ah-" Cooper's eyes drifted over to my face, a laugh rattling out of me as I spoke to one of our costume directors, cowboy hat still on my head. "Hey can I uh, can we chat later?" though it was an ask Cooper began to walk away from our rambling director after noticing me make my way towards the dressing rooms.

"And where do you think you're going?" Cooper called after me with a sly grin, fingers pointed up like a gun. I turned towards the older man, his gesture pulling a soft laugh from me "Oh, I'm sorry sheriff, I was just gonna mosey on along to my dressing room if that's alright with you?" I teased with a heavy southern accent as Cooper came closer. "Why no, It's not. See, you seem to have something of mine." His lips closed into a smug smirk giving the cowboy hat a flick. "Oh! So sorry Mr. Howard, I swear I wasn't stealing." I joked going to remove the old hat from my head, yet hands placed themselves over mine. "Now normally, I'd shoot you where you're standing." Cooper started again, finger gun pressed to my breasts, "But, for you I may have to make an exception." His body bent ever so slight, eyes boring into my own. "Mmmm and why is that?" My heart raced beneath his middle and pointer finger. "Cause it does look good on you...and I can't fault you that." Cooper winked, straightening his posture back out, fingers moving away from my chest to find my back.

"I don't suppose anyone's ever mentioned the cowboy hat rule to you? Hmm darlin'?" A dark brow lifted over Cooper's eyes while he guided me down the hall. "There's a rule for hats?" I asked with a tilt of my head making Cooper chuckle. "Mmmmhmmm. Wear the hat. Ride the cowboy." He teased, the sentence fell from his lips with a click behind his teeth. My eyes blew wide, brows knitting together as I collected his words, a hand placing itself against the door to none other than Cooper Howards dressing room. "Oh I seeeee." My lip pulled between my teeth, I turned to face Cooper again with my hands raised in surrender seeing his 'gun' back up with a mischievous grin. "Oh please Mr. Howard! It was an honest mistake really, I could make it up to you...If you had any suggestions?" I closed my eyes in feigned fear, sliding one open to watch Cooper look back and forth before capturing my raised wrists in on hand, his firm body pushing me flush against the door.

"The only thing I can think of darlin'...Is that rules are rules...and as a sheriff it'd be wrong if I went around breaking them. How would that look?" Cooper's brows lifted in innocence as the handle popped open for he and I to back inside of the secluded room. "Oh, well we wouldn't want that." I nodded watching him nudge the door shut, and in a moment he was on me again with a needy kiss. Thick fingers tugged at the buttons of my costume pulling the white blouse I wore open so his lips could ghost across the soft skin of my chest. "I'd really like it." Cooper's lips planted a trail as he spoke "If you took all this off for me." He gestured over my side with one hand, my shirt falling to the floor.

So I did just that, stripping the old western get up off my body, leaving me naked before the older man. Cooper's face dipped low to nip and suck at my skin as clothing fell from it his hands pressing on either side of my chest to push my flesh together, releasing to watch the soft bounce of my tits as he let out a satisfied groan. "Is there, anything else you'd like?" My voice soft and breathy, one hand combing back dark hair while the other palmed him through pinstriped slacks as Cooper explored. Hazel eyes eclipsed by dark blown pupils as I met Cooper's gaze again, his warmth retreating with fluid steps towards his couch removing his belt in one swift movement letting the leather fall with a thud, wide dominant thighs spread as fingers coaxed me closer. Cooper's hands gripped my hips placing a kiss to my sternum "I just want you." his head falling against the back of the velvet sofa to grin up at me.

My knees hit the floor beneath me finding my place between Cooper's thighs with a nod "How bad exactly?" my fingers tugging open his zipper to tug his dick free, hand stroking him slowly. "I- oh so bad darlin' been needing you allll day." He gulped watching my lips ghost over the tip of his dick, tongue smoothing over him before dipping low to take his length into my mouth. A breathy moan left Cooper while I worked him with my mouth, delicately massaging his balls. "Ahh that's, that's it." He praised finding the back of my head to guide my movements as I bobbed and sucked, plush bottom lip pulled harsh between white teeth. "There's- whoo baby hol' on." Cooper's tongue darted out to soothe his lip, accent thick as he pulled me off his cock. "Remember what you started now." Cooper tugged my hips over his own forcing my legs to straddle him. I let my hands run along the damp skin of his firm chest, hips rolling to grind my wet core against Cooper's dick making us both sigh.

"I want you to ride me- Think you can handle that cowpoke?" Cooper's lips traced my jaw, rough fingers circling my clit pulling a moan from my chest. Lips finding their place together as I eased myself down onto Cooper, his jaw going slack once our bodies pushed flush against one another. Mumbles of perfection and disbelief fell from Cooper like a waterfall, his hands gripping at my thighs. The stars chest heaved as I began to bounced and roll my hips against him, my lips leaving hot kisses along the sensitive skin of his throat with a moan. A hiss pushed between Cooper's teeth, his hips bucking to meet my own slower movements making me grin.

"What are you...playing at baby." Cooper cocked his head, drawing out a moan as he spoke, arm looping around my waist to pull me closer. "You said you wanted me to ride you- that's what I'm gonna do." My words came out in a deep whine while my movements grew bold forcing Cooper's hips to still, a hand gripping at the loose fabric of his unbuttoned shirt. I began to grind my hips down against him, tongue sliding past Cooper's lips with a groan. The sound of wet skin and heavy breaths filled the dressing room as I rode Cooper. Before long he was panting and twitching beneath me, something snapping within the man as he opened his eyes and watched my body bounce against his.

In a flash my body was bent over the arm of the couch, legs pushed wide so Cooper could slot himself back into my cunt from behind. The loud moan I gave brought back Cooper's smile as he fucked into me, hands digging at my sides, hips and ass "Hold on baby I'm- I'm almost there." He moaned watching his dick disappear inside of me with each thrust. "Cooper I'm gonna-" I whined pushing my hips back to meet his thrusts causing him to growl. "Go head darlin', come on give me what you got." Cooper licked his lips, groaning as I came around him, walls quivering and clenching. His hips continued rolling my orgasm through me until I felt warm thick ropes fill me and run down my inner thigh.

Cooper fell heavy against my back with a satisfied hum, hands massaging my skin as he peppered kisses along my spine. Pulling out of me he'd wandered away for a moment to find something to clean me up with. When he returned I laid across the smooth velvet catching my breath. "Now that's a sight." He chuckled kneeling between my legs to clean his mess, cowboy hat long forgotten on the floor next to us along with the scuff marks the couch legs had left. "Well, you know us cowpokes." I shrugged making Cooper glance up at me with a raised brow. "We take it as it comes." I giggled letting my head fall back while Cooper shook his head tossing his towel aside with a smile.

[ptej1980]

Ummmm WTF…this may have triggered Nic to like A 😂

Now the Daily Mail we know is not a reputable mag. But no mention of A a one line name drop of JD. It was ummm yeah.

What do you all think?

[fartquen12]

Ghetto X Gojo x y/n !!

trigger warnings: angst, cheating, violence, mentions of self harm, ed, etc.

A/N: I hope you guys like it 😭🙏🏻 I've never written for jjk and I haven't made a fic in ages so bare with me </3

You're dating Ghetto. You and Ghetto have been going strong for about 5 months now. You've always had the perfect relationship, failure to create any flaws. That is until GOJO came back into Ghettos life for the worst....

5 MONTHS AGO

You don't know Gojo that well. You've heard of him a few times through Ghetto. Ghetto always spoke positively of Gojo. One day you had noticed a dramatic situation between Gojo and Gojos boyfriend Chooshoe. Chooshoe and Gojo had been getting into frequent arguments and Gojo had been messing around with Mahitoe in

PRIVATE.

You didn't want to get sucked into any of this drama because you honestly couldn't care less. You didn't know this people you just focused on Ghetto and your current life. That was until your friend Nobarsugh came to you and told you all of this drama. She told you this because she had deep feelings for Mahitoe and wanted Gojo to leave Mahitoe alone. Yawn yawn yawn........ you honestly didnt GAF!!!

"Have you hear-"

"Shudup Noboobsuh."

Weeks of this drama went by. Until one day. Chooshoe and Gojo broke up... and this was just the start. Nobara began heavily lying and trash talking Gojo to Ghetto. You and Ghetto never talked about it but Ghetto quickly began ghosting Gojo..... One day Nobara asked you your opinion on the matter. So you spoke up about it. But then.. Nobara took her little snitch azz to Gojo and pulled a bitchy stick up the butt and told Gojo everything you said and more!! And Gojo came right to you to fight your ass!!! And you were all like NAW JIT TRIPPIN!!! But then.. Ghetto was all like

"omg im so sorry i ignored you you're actually such a baddie!!" To Gojo but then Noboobsuh got kicked out of the friend group because she was a lyin ho and no one like her azz and she be creepy weirdo... bud then.... big big catfight happen between you and GOJO get into big boy fight.. and after big boy fight you run to boyfriend Ghetto and you say

"ghetto look at all shid gojo say about me... do u care"

and ghetto basically say ummmm no ho me no care me no gaf!!!

so anyway then ur all like ummmm okay fat azz whatever... so you no care. and you love ghetto with whole heart you say omg!!! ghettoe me love you so much and ghettoe say omg me love u tew and yay!! its all happy!! but then... Gojo and Ghettoe get close like dic and become butt buddies.... and whenever you text ghetto to tell ghettoe about your new sourcer powers ghetto no respond for 3 whole minute and ghettoe say

"."

so you get ANGY!! you cry everday and you no eat food so you be super skinny and everyone love u. but then... ghetto and gojo just keep getting closer.!!! and when you check. ghetto no gaf abt u ghetto only want tew talk to gojo. and now you and gojo kind of friend but gojo and mahitoe are dating but then gojo tell mahitoe he think you two like eachother and mahitoe like ew no wtf but then we find out mahitoe girl and mahitoe have big crush on ghetto and you're all like... UMM WTF!!! WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and ghetto no care and you think ghetto and gojo lowk get it in private because they have crazy private sourcer dms that u cant see and you lowk dont trust ghetto at all because what if ghetto think omg gojo so hawt like 🍑🙏🏻🍆👅🔥 and gojo tell ghetto graphic things and ghetto just say "." and yeah.. and then!! ghetto lowkey talk shid about you to gojo!! when u get sad ghetto just say

"ugh y/n no reply umm me no care i guess y/n just doesnt want to talk to me 😔"

um ghettoe we wonder why... and you cut yo self ever day for past month because why ghettoe no love u and GOJOS FAT FUCKING BITCH STUPID ASS WHORE ASS IS SUCH A FUCKING ATTENTION SEEKER ALWAYS SAYING OMG IM CUTTING MYSELF RN I JS STABBED MYSELF SHUTUP YOY FAT FUCKING WHORE NO ONE GIVES A SHIT FUCK YOU I HOPE YOU GET HIT BY A FUCKING CAR THATS SUPPOSED TO BE MY BOYFRIEND WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR STUPID FUCKING FOURTEEN YEAR OLD WHORE ASS DOING FUCK YOU I FUCKING HATE YOU YOU DIRTY ASS RUNNING AROUND WITH ANY GUY YOU MEET FUCKING BITCH ASS GO KYS ASS STUPID ASS BITCH HOLY FUCKING SHIT THANKS FOR RUINING MY LIFE AND MAKING EVERY DAY LITERALLY HELL AND THANKS GHETTO FOR ALWAYS SAYING OMG!! NO BBG IM GONNA FIX IT!! BUT U NEVER FIX IT AND WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO FEEL LIKE YOU AND GOJO SECRETLY GET IT IN PRIVATE JHOLY SHIT DO I HAVE TO PAY MONEY FOR YOU TO LOVE ME WHY CANT YOU LOVE ME WHY ARE YOU SO DISTANT WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO MAKE YOU LOVE ME LIKE WHEN WE FIRST STARTED DATING. WHY ARE YOU INLOVE WITH SOME OTHER GIRL WHO I KNOW I CAN LITERALLY NEVER BE NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY. AM I JUST SO UNINTERESTING TO YOU THAT I GENUINELY JS DONT MATTER THAT MUCH. LIKE WE WILL BE HAVING THE DRIEST FUCKING CONVO AND THEN I LOOK AND U AND GOJO ARE JUST PARTYING IT UP HAVING THE BEST TIME LIKE OMG OKAY!! LET ME GO KMS RQ AND MAYBE?? JUST MAYBE ULL MISS ME AND MAYBE U WILL FEEL BAD LIKE I FEEL EVERY SINGLE DAY WHEN YOU LITERALLY MAKE ME FEEL LIKE IM NOT EVEN A HUMAN BEING IM JS SOMEONE U CAN MAYBE HAVE FUN WITH BUT OH NO GOJO IS WAY FUNNER WHY WOULD U EVER WANNA SPEND TIME WITH ME. AND FUCK YOU TOO MAHITOE. FUCK YOU GUYS 😭😭😭 I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK HOLY FUCKING SHIT. LITERALLY WHY AM I JUST SOME RANDOM HOE THAT U GUYS GIVE NO FUCK ABOUT. I LITERALLY BLOCKED EVERYONE AND SHUT EVERYONE OUT FOR GAYTOE AND GAYTOE JUST BE LIKE UMMM OKAY ME GO TALK TO GOJO NOW

"i dont love gojo i love you"

I SMELL A FAT ASS LIE OVER HERE 😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨

WHY ARE YOU BEST FRIENDS WITH SOMEONE THAT HAS LITERALLY CALLED MY WHOLE LIFE A JOKE AND CONSTANTLY SHOVES ME OUT OF CONVERSATIONS AND WHEN WE TALK AS A GROUP MAKES SURE I FEEL SUPER UNINCLUDED AND LITERALLY DOES NOT GAF ABT ME AND JS LIKES TO MAKE ME FEEL LIKE ABSOLUTE ASS. AND WHENEVER I TALK TO MAHITOE. GOJO GETS SO MAD AND IS ALL LIKE OMG MAHITOE DO U HAVE A CRUSH ON Y/N!! BUT NO. GOJO GETS TO TALK TO GHETTO FOR HOURS AND I CANT SAY "GHETTO DO U LIKE GOJO" BCS GHETTO IS LIKE NO I DONT BUT THEN GHETTO TURNS AROUND AND FUCKING IGNORES ME TO SPEND MORE TIME WITH GOJO.

ummmm!! guys i hope u liked my fic im super creative with ideas and i thought of this on the toilet ofc so thats why its so good quality !! <3

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Idk if this has been asked but ummmm UF, SF and HT skellies with an infertile S/O? (Who had made it clear from the start)

I did the main boys because the ones you choose are happy with no children anyway ahah.

Undertale Sans - It's fine, but as time passes and you grow closer, that is something that he might regret a little. It's fine, you can still adopt and everything, but bonding with a child inside your womb would have been nice too. He's never saying that to you, however, and especially if it's a touchy subject for you. Sans is always careful to not trigger his S/O and he can perfectly live without children anyway.

Undertale Papyrus - It's ok to not have children of your own (he's not a big fan of making babies anyway) but he would love to adopt some and will try to explain to you with a 520-page PowerPoint why it's a good idea to adopt. He's motivated. Pretty please?

Underswap Sans - That's absolutely not a problem for him. He thinks children kinda hold you back and prevent you from doing fun things together. He likes to take his S/O on adventures and having to renounce to that for a kid would sadden him. He's not exactly a good father figure anyway.

Underswap Papyrus - He's disappointed because Honey really wants children on his own. He doesn't blame you, instead, he tries to find other ways. He knows all monsters can technically bear children so, uh... Why not? That's not something he planned in his life and that's not something a lot of male monsters do so they're not a lot of info on the subject, which is making him anxious. But, uh, luckily, Underswap Undyne is also one of his best friends and the scientist is close enough to a doctor? He knows Alphys would be ecstatic to work on this too. It's just an idea. But you know if you ever want to...

Underfell Sans - He doesn't mind either. Having a baby is scary anyway and he's clearly not ready yet to be a father. Maybe after a few years, you two could talk about adoption, but for now Red is really fine being the only baby in the house. And anyway, if you want to mommy something, there's Edge. He never had a mom so feel free to try. You're not sure about that idea honestly.

Underfell Papyrus - It depends on what you think about this. If you don't mind not having any kids, that's fine for him too. If later in your relationship you feel like adopting or using a third person to make a baby, it's fine too. He can even be convinced to bear the baby, but with a lot of talking because that kinda terrorizes him honestly. Edge is not difficult and adjusts to his S/O.

Horrortale Sans - Well, he is infertile too thanks to what Undyne did to him so... That happened. Oak is fine living like this, but if you even brought up adoption, he would gladly accept too. He loves kids, he's just a little nervous about... You know... His memory problems. He doesn't mind and lets his S/O's choose. He doesn't want to pressure them anyway.

Horrortale Papyrus - He's ok with that. He doesn't know if he's infertile with everything that happened to Underground, and he doesn't trust himself enough to have children for now. He's not sure he will be able to do everything a normal father is supposed to do with his disabilities and it's making him nervous. But after a few years, he's a little more ready to talk about this if you want to adopt. He just needs some reassurance it's going to be fine.

Swapfell Sans - He kinda forgot children were a thing that could happen after a few years of relationship and was very surprised when you said to him you're infertile. Ok? What do you want him to do with this info? Oh. He never thought he could be in love someday, so not having children is absolutely not a problem. If you ever want to adopt, you're going to need to prepare him to the idea for a few months lol.

Swapfell Papyrus - He's not sure what the hell you mean because your soul clearly is, he checked. ... He then realizes you're talking about making a physical baby and feels very stupid. Uh. That's ok though because he can be pregnant sort of? If you want a kid, just ask him and he does it, right? Rus doesn't mind at all carrying a child. He actually already planned to sort of do that for Undyne and Alphys since Alphys is infertile. So, uh, it's just one more baby? Why not? You have to sit. That's a lot of weird info you didn't expect all of the sudden.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He doesn't want children anyway so it's really fine for him. Knowing he doesn't have to expect a surprise baby is actually sort of comforting and he's more relaxed in your relationship. Have you seen him anyway? You think he's a father figure?

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He's fine with it as well. He's not comfortable having children yet and he's too attached to his S/O to give place yet to other members of his family. Maybe later he would be ok to adopt, even though the thought is terrifying him at the moment.

[ageless-aislynn]

Continuing with my first Femshep run and I totally forgot that we'd usually overhear Ashley's sister calling Maleshep cute but this time she said Kaidan was the cutie, lol!

I also really loved that, when you ask if Ash is interested in Kaidan, she says no and that the scuttlebutt is that he's already sweet on somebody else and I was all

😇

I'm enjoying talking to Ashley without having to worry that I'll accidentally trigger her romance... though at the same it IS a bummer that Femshep can't romance her. 🤔

Well, I contain multitudes, what can I say? 🤷‍♀️😂😉

My main issue with going back to ME1 after spending so much time in 2 and 3 is that I automatically keep trying to reload my weapons and 1's weapons don't reload like that. So, ummmm, instead I throw a celebratory grenade. Sometimes at my friends and allies. 👀

Oops. 😞😉

Having a lot of fun, especially in seeing how much of Kaidan's ME1 dialogue is different with Femshep. Though now I REALLY want to play with the mod that let's you start his romance with Maleshep in ME1. Still not sure how Georgette (my PC) will handle mods but I think all of the amazing ones for ME are going to convince me to eventually give them a try! 😎👍

Love to you all, friends, and hope you're having a great weekend! 🤗💖