#I WAS NOT PLANNING TO DO FULL COLOR BUT I DID

[kitkatsgalore]

say cheese! 📸

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt behind the cut; “tactile take it”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

He keeps fucking himself with his copy of Tim’s dick, feeling overwhelmed and near-jittery and holding his TTK together with the very, very few brain cells he has left in his stupid mess of a head and just–just suddenly feels like maybe he’s–feels maybe a little–dirty, almost, for copying Tim’s cock like this without asking, for . . . would Tim be annoyed if he knew he’d done that, or disappointed he did it without actually involving or at least telling him, or–or–

“Kon,” Tim says, low and soft. “Show me your color.” 

Kon shudders; hides his face behind one hand as he turns it away and signs yellow in ASL with the other. He–he just needs–he thinks he– 

He doesn’t even know how Tim knew to ask just then.

“Alright,” Tim says, his voice gone even softer. He strokes a steady, soothing hand across the top of the mattress, which obviously isn’t any part of Kon but . . . but Kon can feel it, still. Sort of. It’s not like actually being touched or anything, but . . . but he does still feel it. 

He definitely, definitely does. 

“Do you need to talk, do you need a minute, or do you just want to slow down?” Tim asks in the same low and soft voice, stroking the mattress soothingly again. It kind of makes Kon wanna cry, for some stupid reason or another. He shudders again; keeps his face hidden. Signs a hesitant slow up his thigh instead of his opposite arm like he’s supposed to, because–because he needs to not have a face right now and that’d be too close to his face, even if Tim isn’t looking anyway. Just . . . he can’t have a face right now. 

Right now he actually never wants to have a face again. 

He also doesn’t wanna disappoint Tim, though. Doesn’t wanna–doesn’t wanna not be enough for him. 

Usually he’s too much for people, but . . . 

Just–but. 

“Alright,” Tim says, just as low and soft, and Kon shudders roughly and keeps his other hand over his face; keeps his face hidden. 

It’s not his face anyway, so it doesn’t matter. 

“You’re doing so good,” Tim murmurs with another reassuring stroke of the mattress, and Kon thinks maybe he wants to cry about . . . literally all of this, actually. Just–any of this. All of it. Just–anything, right now. He wants to cry and he wants Tim to touch him and he wants–he wants to have his own fucking face and voice and–and–“We can stop whenever you want, though. I know it’s a lot.” 

I can do it, Kon wants to say, but it’s still just not his fucking voice. But–he can, he–he– 

Tim keeps stroking the mattress, and Kon just . . . breathes, sort of. Just–follows the rhythm of that stroking, over and over. Tim’s told him to breathe like that before, and it was . . . it helped, kinda. 

He keeps holding himself open even though . . . keeps himself full even though . . . 

He feels like if he let his TTK go, he’d be–fucking up, somehow. Be letting Tim down, which is a stupid and ridiculous thing to think because it’s literally just sex, that’s it, that’s all, but–

But he’s not supposed to let Tim down. He’s not smart and he’s not good with plans or people or anything delicate or anything at all but just being–being fucking there, every time. Being there, and being strong enough, if nothing the fuck else. 

If he can’t do this, he’s not . . . if he can’t even do something like this . . . 

Why would Tim want him, if he can’t even do something like this? 

He’d do anything for Tim, because he has to. Because Tim won’t want him, if he wouldn’t do anything for him. 

Kon knows that’s not true, like–academically, or whatever. He does. Like–he’s not that stupid, that he doesn’t know that. 

But it’s never felt true, no matter how hard he tried to really, really believe it. 

Maybe he’d have a face right now, if he could believe anything like that. 

“Kon,” Tim says, and Kon–exhales, slowly. Inhales, slowly. Breathes the same rhythm as Tim’s hand is stroking against the sheets, and feels better and worse all at once. It’s just–it’s–“Can I tell you how you’re making me feel right now? Would that be alright?” 

Kon grimaces behind his hand, just for a moment, but signs green down low by his hip. Which isn’t where that’s supposed to be signed either, but green is right by his face, and–and he doesn’t have a face for it to be by. Doesn’t–just–

Just can’t.

“You’re making me feel proud,” Tim says, and if Kon had a face, he’d already be flushing. Tim–Tim is way too good at talking. 

Way too good at telling him things, more specifically. 

“Proud of you for doing this for me, and proud of myself for proving you could trust me enough to do it,” Tim says, smoothing his hand along the mattress again, and Kon’s skin prickles and burns. He shudders roughly, digging his fingers into the face he doesn’t have and biting deep into his lip. Tim keeps talking. 

Keeps telling him things, he means. 

“You’re also making me more turned-on than I think I’ve maybe ever been in my life,” Tim says musingly, and Kon’s gut twists and gets hotter and hotter, and Tim keeps stroking along the mattress as he talks and Kon’s TTK makes it feel like the other’s touching him, except it can’t quite decide where it thinks he’s touching him, so there’s just little ghosts of not-really-there sensation flickering in around all these different parts and places of his body, or at least the body he exists in, whoever’s it is, and–and he doesn’t–he’s not– “Top three experiences, anyway. The first time you went down on me and the New Carthage incident last fall are also strong contenders.” 

Kon–hesitates, a little, because New Carthage was–they weren’t even fucking around in New Carthage, they didn’t start fucking around until months after that, so–so why– 

“The first time you went down on me you wanted to do a good job for me so bad, and in New Carthage you didn’t know anything about what was going on but you showed up for me the moment I said your name and did exactly what I told you to without even asking me why,” Tim says. “And right now you’re giving me both of those things, so yeah, actually I think this one’s the gold medal.” 

Kon bites his lip hard, and–he feels a little stupid, for a minute, still holding himself open like this and keeping his face covered even after–even after using “yellow”, like he’s . . . like he . . . 

“I really do love the way you listen to me,” Tim murmurs. “No one else does it like you do.” 

Kon doesn’t have a voice, but a sound chokes in his throat anyway. 

No one else does it like you do.

He signs a too-urgent green down by his hip again–twice this time–and Tim hums and settles back on his heels; stops stroking the mattress. 

“You really do want to do a good job for me, don’t you,” he says admiringly, and Kon shudders. “Go on, then. Show me how well you take it. I want to know what I have to look forward to.”

Kon’s throat chokes around a sound that isn’t his again and he shoves into himself deep, and Tim makes a sound of his own, much softer. 

“Oh,” he says, sounding just a little bit surprised. “I can see that.” 

Kon . . . blinks, blurry and dizzy and confused, and doesn’t . . . Tim’s watching, yeah, that’s the whole . . .

[notthatnuri]

GCF-SAIPAN, the real deal.

Disclaimer: this is my own personal interpretation and ideas, take it as it is.

Preface:

1. Let’s go back to the moment when Jungkook posted GCF-TOKYO (GCF-T), do you remember? Namjoon told him that if he wanted to get millions of views he should use V as his next film model. GCF-T was 1 second old and Joon was suggesting this “for views”.

2. The teaser: Jungkook posted a teaser of GCF-SAIPAN (GFC-S) with a giggling Jimin ghost boxing at the beach shore. That teaser, upon cute and beautiful, showed some clip that was 2min 48secs long and the music that we can listen in that exact moment doesn’t match with the “final” version. In my humble opinion, GCF-S as we know it was not how Jungkook initially planned it. We got an “ot7” version. Because for me, GSF-S was just like GCF-T: Jimin was the main and only focus.

GCF-S as we know it:

1. The moment the film starts, we see V at the beach, and Joon’s words come to my mind: “use V and you will get millions of views”. We could think Jungkook did what Joon told him, and we were getting a V centered film “for views” (would Jungkook do something like that? In my opinion, no, he wouldn’t do a GCF only for views or with that in mind). We couldn’t be more wrong, because, as we will see very soon, the camera pans to the left and we see Jimin walking to the camera, and it is the 1st time we hear the famous and iconic lyrics: “I don’t wanna hide no more, I don’t wanna lie no more, what I found in you is so real”. In my opinion this is a clear message: I’m giving you a Jimin centered film again. Those very first moments of the film transitioning to show us Jimin afterwards with those lyrics is clearly intentional and very telling.

2. The film goes on and we see the rest of the members in different settings and we notice that the light and the color of the scenes are different than the Jimin’s one, because, as I stated, this “final” version of GCF-S is not the OG Jungkook had filmed. It is very clear to me.

3. We see Jimin back in screen in his “solo” shoot, and those lyrics show AGAIN, for a second time, for Jimin and Jimin only. This is intentional too and with PURPOSE. Jungkook was passionate about video editing, he educated himself, he enjoyed it and learnt a lot about it, this is not coincidental, AT ALL.

4. Just like in the rest of GCF films, Jungkook stops the music only to show Jimin being a dork. This is a pattern, Jimin is his exception, always.

SO, in my opinion, GCF-S is the real tea. In my opinion too, GCF-T was loud enough, but many people didn’t “get” the memo, so Jungkook said, ok hold my beer and let me show you something, and he edited the raw 1st version of GCF-S with Jimin as the main and only model. Remember when Joon posted the video of Jungkook filming Jimin at the shore? He had 0 idea of what Jungkook was doing, he didn’t know Jungkook was filming a CGF at all. So we can say no one else was supposed to be part of it.

I truly think Jungkook’s intention was filming GCF-S with Jimin only and at some point it was suggested to turn it into an ot7 film (probably for promotional purposes), maybe it was said that having two full films focused on Jimin was “too much”, maybe it was just the company, we won’t probably never know.

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[shepherds-of-haven]

Hi Lena! Was going through some old asks and was curious, if Junoth was part of the Shepherds in the game how would he get along with the other characters?

I know he does exist doing his own thing from the short stories but pretending like that isn’t the case lol

Hi anon, this is such a fascinating question! Give me a second to think on it...

...Okay! I'm going to go with the novel version of Junoth, or as best as I could transfer him: a spry, gamboling, youthful Ket (Khehi-Ket from Chicora, specifically, soldier class) with a lanky build, fox-orange hair, tan skin, and pointed, pixie-ish features. Energetic, enthusiastic, exuberant, vigorous, but fairly puppy-like and, unfortunately, a bit dumb. He has his clever moments, but he largely needs most things explained to him... simply, or he'll just stare at you with a blank, well-meaning look of confusion, like, "Okay.................. ...I don't get it." 🤦🏻‍♀️ Raucous, boundlessly optimistic, and full of determination and zeal, he gives off strong "little brother" energy, but not as cute or childlike as Caine. More like your maddening, half-grown 19-year-old brother who casually goes through your stuff even though you keep telling him to stay out and inadvertently (or possibly deliberately) says insensitive stuff about you in front of your crush or pranks you so unceasingly that you just want to strangle him. More on him here for folks who aren't familiar!

Blade: Blade and Junoth were childhood friends in the novels, so it's hard for me to separate that out and say they wouldn't be at least reluctant friends in the game! I'm going to quickly headcanon a scenario where Blade started the Shepherds and his childhood friend/old second-in-command showed up to help out, having handed in his resignation to follow his old friend and commanding officer Blade into the great unknown 🥹 So they'd definitely be friends, even though Blade would act even more annoyed by him than he does with Trouble (but still less so than Chase. ...Or Red.). It'd be a friendship borne of long tolerance and experience and history!

Trouble: they'd be fast friends! I can't imagine what unholy terror they would reign with Chase rounding off the trio. (Well, I suppose I can imagine it, because they did it in the novels.) I think he'd be closer to Junoth out of almost anyone else in the Shepherds, especially because Junoth would remind him of some of the boys he grew up with in his street gang. They'd always be underfoot, smoking charch and giggling together like schoolboys and planning some kind of mischief

Tallys: I think she'd either be indifferent to Junoth or would find him soooo annoying lol, he's pretty loud and reckless and bursting with an energy that would most likely give her a headache. She'd probably do her best to avoid him! She likes calm energy like Shery or Halek or Riel, and with her lifespan, she'd probably look at Junoth and think he's even more of a kid than the rest of the non-Elves 😭

Shery: I think she'd like having him around! Junoth is pretty biddable and approachable, as well as naturally a follower, so she'd find him very easy to talk to and approach! He's the very picture of non-threatening, which made him somewhat of an oddball in Ket society. If she could get him to settle down, she'd probably have a pretty tame assistant who'd be willing to help her out whenever she needed, so she'd enjoy his company a lot!

Riel:

Ohhhhh he would want to die. He could deal with Trouble. But Chase... and then you throw Briony into the mix... Privately he would refer to Junoth in his head as 'The Migraine.' Partially because Junoth is fond of dressing in extremely loud and clashing colors. It would set off Riel's neuroticism just to look at him. He'd also think Junoth is something of a rube. 'What's the rube bleating about today?' Ah, it's something about a drinking contest. Of course. His antipathy wouldn't manifest as cold disdain the way it does with Chase--he just wouldn't really have anything to say to Junoth most days, and if he did, it would be with bland professionalism--but if Junoth were to ever leave, Riel would feel a slight nostalgia for his persistent good-heartedness, at least. So they wouldn't be friends, but Riel also wouldn't hate him!

Chase: Good, goooooooood, Anakin! A third compatriot to round out the Three Chaosmigos! And he'd enjoy Junoth's blunt honesty and unadulterated way of looking at the world, though privately he'd shake his head at the endless optimism. He'd take Junoth under his wing instantly and then corrupt him to unfounded levels. Junoth's somewhat innocent boyishness would be converted to all kinds of misadventures. Junoth would certainly emerge more educated in the ways of the world... but at what cost?

Red: they'd be friends just like Red is friends with pretty much everyone else in the inner circle, but they wouldn't be like hanging out one-on-one, it would mostly be just in a group setting! He'd enjoy Junoth's presence and personality and respect him as a companion, but they don't have enough in common to be really interested in each other!

Ayla: She'd be a big fan of Junoth, honestly. At first she'd act a little annoyed by him because all of the cool kids do, but in actuality she'd find his enthusiasm and non-threatening, honest energy infectious and would really enjoy spending time with him. They'd probably come to be good friends with a sibling relationship; her, the tough, worldly older sister who he'd look to for advice, him the guileless and loyal ingenue she's always wanted to have around. They'd get along very well!

Briony: She'd love Junoth!!! She'd be obsessed with him, honestly. Instant brother to her. They'd be great friends and just pal around all the time, each feeding the other's natural energy, excitement, and enthusiasm. Have you ever seen two friends or siblings who are just constantly hyping each other up? That would be them. I actually think Junoth would become her best friend if he were around!

Halek: There would be much groanings and complaints from him whenever Junoth was in the vicinity. The guy is loud and boisterous, both to look and to hear, and he'd be a constant disruption to Halek's attempts to nap! In actuality, they'd get along pretty okay, but they wouldn't really be close friends. They wouldn't have enough in common or be truly compatible enough to be so.

Lavinet: for some reason I feel like Junoth would be stunned by Lavinet! Not exactly on the level of a crush, but he'd get a bit stammery and flummoxed around her, mostly because being around a beautiful noblewoman would be so far outside the scope of his typical experience that he'd default to a kind of meek and worshipful politeness that she'd end up enjoying very much. It would kind of be like a stableboy/footman to princess energy between them, and of course she's going to enjoy that: who wouldn't appreciate such honest and respectful admiration?? He'd probably be devoted to her LOL

Thanks for the fun question!

[ronearoundblindly]

how do the CE blorbos approach gingerbread house decorating? i saw this one on insta and the end result was just gorgeous 🤧 it also took them 20 hrs so which babe is putting in the ✨️WORK✨️ and whose is sliding apart bc the icing got too warm?

This one we are going to categorize because though they're all a little different, they fall into camps. Warnings for some suggestive language and a bit of jerkishness/prickly behavior... MINORS DNI to be on the safe side.

❤️💚❤️ A/N: It's not Wednesday (at least not here yet) but I'm sooo highly aware that I've been on hiatus forever (and that I still have a few holiday-related asks) I'm posting an early treat! Hope you enjoy ❤️💚❤️

No Fun & No Effort

Lloyd, in a malicious way, hates the mess. He barely likes it when you cook or back on a normal occasion, prefers that all of it be done and clean by the time he comes home, and will not be participating in this fucking foolishness.

You can *feed it to him* though, messily, or let him eat some candy and icing off of you...

Jimmy, in an indifferent way, just isn't interested. He works with his hands everyday, but this is fiddly nonsense, too much detail and too little purpose. If you ask for his help, however, with something very specific, he will do that small thing you asked. The whole house? No. Not a chance.

Fun but No Effort

Ransom gets into it--one of the rare joys he gets from 'projects' since there is absolutely zero importance to this exercise,--and he even tracks what supplies added the most fun. He's not...much of a decorator, the house ends up a disaster and a half that can't stand up any longer than it takes to snap a photo, but he doesn't care about that. Unsurprisingly, Ransom also wants you to feed it to him and eats some sweet decor off of you.

Andy is so sincere during the whole exercise, but this skill isn't in his wheelhouse. He's laughing, he's judging how terrible the house is turning out, and he just keeps going.

Structure but No Detail

Ari and Bucky are out here mapping the design. Perfect measurement and sharp edges. They've googled how to keep the perimeter from shrinking and burning first, how to cut a new, straight line if necessary, and the best 'glue' icing viscosity/temperature.

Bucky keeps his cool, rolls with the design and its flaws, but Ari? Uh, no. Ari can get pretty mad when stuff doesn't fit together exactly the way he planned. He's been known to bake up to four versions of the same 'wall' in order to get it right.

Then! and only then You...are there for making it pretty. They did their part lol.

Detail but No Structure

Johnny is the Jackson Pollock of baking decoration--it's a bunch of shit thrown at the sticky parts and Carpe Diem, bitch, DONE. My Little Ponies could not have puked up a more haphazard rainbow home. What else you got in the pantry that's colorful?!

Steve, bless his heart, is not great at the actual building but LOVES decorating. This dude does the melted, colored sugar to make stain glass windows and all. He can also get...a little too serious about the perfect proportions of doors and windows based on the height of the wall... Just walk away for a minute or two when he goes Full-Frosting-Pyscho. He'll calm down.

The Full Package

(If you count Stucky as a combo set lol...)

Jake--obviously--is into it. He has a ton of fun, stays goofy with it, tries new stuff each time, looks forward to the challenge, and is always polite and praising your beautiful work! (Minus one or two jokes about a sagging roof or lopsided little cookie girl on the lawn. Hey. He's just being honest. As long as you love it, he loves it.)

Mace may not be the most enthusiastic of them, but he has the patience to stick out the whole process. He zones in on a bit he's interested in doing *right* or curiously critiques something that didn't quite go to plan. If you get bored or frustrated, he's also fine leaving it be and sitting on the porch with hot chocolate. Maybe a wee hike will clear your head or a nice holiday movie watch...

Curtis kinda counts, but he eats so much of the supplies throughout the process, you can't actually finish a gingerbread house. Delightfully fun to attempt the build around. Never takes it too seriously.

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; Who Would... Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[just-shushilay]

Hearts for my beloved~ 💙

[kaiserouo]

i love 1999 gears

also the version w/o gears because apparently i've never made a portrait for normal version excalibur

btw this is for the 1st option of this

[icewindandboringhorror]

Pages from trying to keep a little sketchbook-scrapbook type thing going for two weeks lol. I gave myself specific rules in hopes they might all end up more cohesive/consistent seeming, but alas, scribbly chaos reigns, it seems

[unproduciblesmackdown]

also "textless" versions of these, wahooo

[technicallyaminecraftsimp]

HOW ARE YIU THAT SMALL

[leatherbookmark]

DEKITAAAAAAAAAAA khj kiss me

[heyysteven]

I love, I love, I love

Summary: A bunch of Husband!salesman headcannons

Warnings: Brief mentions of death and Fluff :))

Husband!salesman who just loves to be the little spoon, he absolutely loves the feeling of resting his head on your chest as you caress his hair talking about the details of your day. He didn't mind being the big spoon either. He just loves any reason to be wrapped around you really.

Husband!salesman who could hear you talk for the rest of his hours. Tell him about the book you just finished reading, tell him about the new recipe you wanted to try, tell him about new gossip at work. He would listen patiently and ask questions wherever he got confused.

Husband!salesman who texted you every two hours. Did you reach your office safely? I’m eating the sandwich you packed! Did you have your lunch? Any updates on the new gossip? Will reach home in twenty minutes;)) Do you want anything from the grocery store? Got you donuts just in case.

Husband!salesman who would take pictures of every sunset, every animal, every flower and send them to you because they reminded him of you and how you would have taken pictures if you were with him.

Husband!salesman who would buy you a huge bouquet of flowers before every date night, conveying different messages using the language of flowers. Last time he got home one full of red tulips and sunflowers (because his passion for you ran murderously deep silly!).

Husband!salesman who planned every date night down to the minute. He would book the reservations for that cuisine you once mentioned you wanted to try. He would whistle as soon as you step out the room in your evening dress, twirl you by your hand and ask for the n’th time how he got so lucky (would definitely be disappointed if you wore something without back zips). He would always be the perfect gentleman for you; right from driving you, opening the doors, pulling your chairs, all you had to do was shut your brain and enjoy the evening.

Husband!salesman who always tried matching his tie to the color of your dress.

Husband!salesman who loved holding hands more than life itself. He would love feeling the cold metal of your wedding ring every time you locked your fingers. He would walk around with the most proud smile ever on his face, softly swinging your intertwined fingers with each step.

Husband!salesman who could never say no to you. He was born with a lot of impressive abilities and strategic skills. Murdering someone with a fork? Easy! Selling people the idea of getting rich by playing a bunch of game? A piece of cake! Saying no to his wife? What is that? Shouldn’t it be punishable by law?

Husband!salesman who couldn’t cook to save his life. He somehow ended up burning everything he put on stove, so he just stuck to cleaning instead. It was a silent agreement, you would make the breakfast and dinners and he would wash and dust while you cooked. On days he ran late, he loved being welcomed by the aroma of the dish you were making. It made him feel like that this was the reason he was alive.

Husband!salesman who still got flustered when you kiss his cheek. It had quickly become your power move. On the rare occasion where you disagreed upon something, you would simply kiss his cheek and watch him fumble with his words. It was the most adorable thing ever.

Husband!salesman who would kiss and bite your neck every chance he got. He loved the fact that he could attack your neck any time he wanted.

Husband!salesman who loved when you asked him to pick you up after work. He waited for the moment you would come running and jump to hug him tight.

Husband!salesman who always noticed every single detail. Like the time he caught a man making you uncomfortable while walking. He did exactly what the man deserved; beat him till his teeth were bloody and carved his fingers out from their socket,  for ever daring to make his wife feel unsafe.

Husband!salesman who got jealous easily. He didn’t ask for much, he just wanted every single person with conspicuous intentions towards you to just get hit by a truck on the highway (with him driving the truck preferably).

Husband!salesman who always made sure to support your hobbies! Even if you abandon them after two weeks, he’s proud of you for trying.

Husband!salesman who hated your plushies and teddy bears. He hated how much distance they created between you while sleeping. He would just throw them to the floor when you weren’t looking.

Husband!salesman who doesn’t like getting his shirt bloody because “My wife chose that for me, its rude of you to bleed on my clothes.”

Husband!salesman who says I love you like it’s the air he needs for breathing. He would find every reason to squeeze your hands thrice.

[buckyalpine]

I love Bucky loving his body. I love Bucky loved by the team. I love Bucky having his happy ending with a family. Imagine Bucky lounging around the sofa with his little baby girl tucked in his arm, her sweet face covered in frosting after smothering half of her cupcake onto her cheeks. The icing is bright red just like Tony's suit and it's his birthday party afterall, so everything is in full swing. Most of the cupcake is squished between her fingers, very little actually making it into her mouth but Bucky doesn't mind. He chuckles, watching her with heart eyes as she happily smears it onto his crisp white shirt, babbling and cooing, now sucking her thumb.

He is absolutely unbothered by this, all he sees is his happy little baby with her cheeky smile licking up all the frosting just like her mama. While Bucky couldn't care less about his shirt, a few others certainly did.

"Better get dunk that shirt into a bucket of tide pens Barnes" Clint snorted.

"Actually the quicker you get it off, the less likely it is to stain. Take it off now" Tony's voice went from fatherly advice to a seductive growl making Bucky's face twist in amusement, pink starting to color his cheeks.

"Yeah, give the little munchkin to y/n and take it off. Cause of the stain" Nat agreed, cocking an eyebrow. You giggled watching the scene unfold before you, your husband growing bashfully shy.

"Can't hurt punk" Steve shrugged and Bucky's eyes nearly popped out of his head until he realized his best friend had been nursing a rather large glass of Asgardian mead. Tipsy Steve was always a little bit of a pervert...

"I-

"For the stain"

"I think you just want me to take my shirt off" Bucky huffed while you grinned, giving his cheek a peck before taking your little princess in your arms.

"Can't blame them handsome, c'mon, show em' how lucky I am" you whisper and that sells it. Couldn't hurt and since they were all asking...

"Just take it off!" Nat howled with a wink, a bunch of whistles when Bucky sighed, indulging the team a little. He unbuttons his shirt and hands it off to a genuinely concerned Sam who would normally make sure the shirt got sent to the cleaners but this is too good so he throws it into a bucket of cold water and is back within seconds.

"Good God"

"Jesus"

"You look fuckin' good terminator"

"Alright, alright" Bucky holds his hands up, unable to stop the way his ears are bright red, shaking his head when you blow him a kiss making him blush more.

"Body shots!"

"What?"

"Yes"

Tony's eyes glimmer with excitement, and Bucky snorts, loving the way you egg him on, his daughter also squealing with excitement.

"Go on Sarge, y'know you look good"

He lies down on the bar table, surrounded by just the team, abs beautifully flexed as Nat pours a generous amount of some type of alcohol right on his belly button.

"When else will we get this lucky" She says with a playful smirk while Steve cracks his knuckles.

"Why are you cracking your knuckles, what the hell do you plan on-

"ME FIRST" He doesn't give anyone a chance, face planting himself into Bucky's tummy, his lips sealed, drinking every bit of the burning liquor with a satisfied hum.

"How much has he had to drink"

"Who cares, me next"

"I think you've licked enough of my husband"

"You get him all the time, don't be greedy"

"That cute little chubby ball of frosting and giggles is enough evidence you get him every which way, besides isn't there another one cooking, y'can't have any now git"

"Blink twice if you need help"

"Bro looks like an angel"

"Why aren't you blinking"

"Crafted by the heavens"

"You like this, don't you"

Bucky can't help but chuckle, surrounded by idiots. Drunk idiots. His wife. His baby girl. Another little one on the way. All who love him. Would protect him. Life was good.

[rottiens]

⊹ ˚. GOJŌ SATORU┊ "Doesn't the idea of not wearing panties in front of strangers turn you on?" he plans the seed.

tags. (18+), husband gojo, he hm smells your panties and other things (he loves you believe me), lowkey (highly) exhibitionism, reader with female anatomy (she/her pronouns).

You check Satoru a second time, only to realize that your eyes weren't deceiving you and that he really was smiling at nothing, his long fingers clapping the steering wheel every now and then to the rhythm of the song playing in the background on the radio and the third time your eyes land on him your back stiffens, with the seat belt still hugging your body you turn to see him, though the pressure of the belt doesn't allow you to move freely.

"Why are you smiling?" you ask, mimicking the same smile, like a mirror.

"I can't smile when looking at my beautiful wife?" Wife. Ever since you got married Satoru hadn't stopped calling you that, and even though you liked it and it always made you feel warm inside....

You obviously don't believe him. Not this time. The smile you still possessed paired with a furrowed brow, examining him in a way that would help you verify if he was telling the truth or not.   

You didn't believe him one bit. "What are you planning?" you insist again, still admiring his profile, Satoru hadn't bothered to look at you, busy not missing a green light.

"Remember the other day when we were playing uno and I won..." ... okay?

"You cheated," you reproach almost immediately, crossing your arms. You had the same posture as that night when you caught him with four cards hidden inside the joggers. 

"Whatever you want to believe, baby, I did not." You click your tongue and roll your eyes going back to your initial stance, you weren't going to argue with him again, that day you only let him win because Nanami and Geto decided not to fight and let him win.

"Whatever," you say. Fixing your eyes on the road you realize that you were a few corners away from reaching the restaurant.

"Anyway..." Out of the corner of your eye you notice the lopsided grin adorning his face. "It's time to pay."

"What do you want? For me to admit I'm a sore loser?" You turn your attention back to him, his finger with the gold wedding ring gleaming under the streetlights.

"I want your panties," he commands, claiming his prize (prize he won by cheating, you want to emphasize).

You blink, trying to verify that you just heard what you think you just heard. "What. No."

"A deal is a deal..."

"You cheated!" you accuse him again, and satoru's lopsided grin turns into a full-on grin showing you his fangs. "You're going to pay for this."

Satoru parks a few feet outside the fancy restaurant, the colors of the restaurant inside splashing all the way outside. Only when the car's engine dies does he tilt his body to look at you, you see determination and temptation in his face, those blue eyes are bathed from the street lights and the darkness inside the car, bringing you the details of his incomplete features.

"Doesn't the idea of not wearing panties in front of strangers turn you on?" he plans the seed. "In front of Suguru, in front of Kento..." satoru adds. "Because it turns me on a lot to know that only I know that you have a naked pussy, probably dripping on the chair."

You stand still for a moment, processing everything he just said as the birth of a smile stretches his lips slowly and an uncomfortable warmth creeps from your chest, face and ends in the form of a rush in your pussy.

You curse yourself because you can feel how the idea makes you wet.

Satoru laughs at your reaction knowing he has won, he stretches out his hand waiting for his prize.

You curse again, now out loud. You lift your ass off the leather seat to help you slide your underwear off with ease, you slide them down your legs and embarrassedly hand them into his hands, by which time Satoru was forcing a wicked smile to disappear.

Without any hesitation he brings them to his nose, inhaling until his lungs remember the scent of your pussy. Then he pushes them into the pockets of his pants. You stand there, still at the scene. It's not the first time he did it, but you were forced to check the street to verify that no one else had seen what had just happened.

"You're so fucking hot, you know that, don't you?" he looks down your body, focusing especially on your thighs. "I love the way that dress looks on you, I knew it was made for you as soon as I saw it."

Within seconds Satoru leaves his seat and walks across the short walk to your door, opening it for you. You realize he planned this all along. The dinner, the dress he bought especially for you (that barely comes down across your thighs and if you're not careful you might show your pussy)....

Satoru reaches out and feigning indignation you take it, stepping out of the car as you arrange your dress down, the fresh breeze caresses your slit and hits your clit. Satoru squeezes your hand, the coolness of the ring sending shivers down your back, into your abdomen.

"It's going to be a fun night," Satoru says.

[thebibliosphere]

Hi, me being white and Scottish does not negate the fact that I am a disabled immigrant living in America.

I have restrictions on my income, restrictions on how I can travel, and whether or not I can vote, and I am almost entirely reliant on my spouse for everything. If I am forced to leave him, as I have been made to do so in the past due to immigration red tape, my care will decline, I will lose access to healthcare, and there's a very real chance I will die.

I was, in fact, dying before he was able to move me here and take care of me full-time.

Nowhere did I say I know what it's like to be a person of color. Nowhere did I claim to know what it's like to come to this country in the worst of circumstances, unable to speak the language or deal with the horrendous, vile human rights violations that happen at the borders of this country to anyone who cannot afford to come in legally.

I was stating a fact because whenever I say I cannot vote, people scream at me to register, and I have to explain to them time and time again that as an immigrant without citizenship, I can't vote.

"Well you're husband can just go to Scotland--"

HAHAHA tell me you know NOTHING about UK politics without telling me.

As a disabled person, I do not meet the UK income requirements to sponsor my husband into the UK. I barely earned enough before my disability made me unable to work full-time. The laws changed six weeks before our wedding and we had to pivot our life plans on a dime.

If I go home, I go home alone. And again, I cannot do that. I am not being romantic when I say I'll die without him. I am being factual.

The NHS is gutted. My parents are elderly and caring for my adult brother with brain damage and can barely pay their electric bills. My friends are all barely making rent. What safety net do you think I can leave for?

Yes, my skin color keeps me safer than so many other people who deal with far, far worse. I am not and will never deny that. But that doesn't negate that I cannot vote in a country I am living in. And it makes me feel so profoundly helpless when I see people saying voting doesn't matter because it does. Voting matters. If it didn't, people wouldn't be working so hard to take it away from you.

[erwinsvow]

we need more moment where shy!reader was studying and practicing new things to show rafe!! ik that girl is so kinky and it’s always the shy girls <33

YESS omg i srsly love that drabble when i reread it im like she was cookin.. i feel like shes the type to try to prep herself with a dildo bc she can never take all of rafe but imagine he found it n was like ?!!?

really—your boyfriend was too big. it was excessive, and though you could never find the words to tell him to stop or slow down—mostly because you didn't want him to—he always did anyways.

no matter how much you insisted that you could take all of him, rafe didn't like to listen. so you were stuck in a conundrum, and your choices were either lying to your boyfriend that it didn't hurt or accepting the fact that he'll never be as rough with you as you want.

you were willing to sit down and accept a lot of things without a fight—but this was not one of them.

one discreetly wrapped delivery later, you had yourself your very own rafe-sized dildo—a pretty pink color and of such a size that it had your insides churning with anticipation. about half an hour later with the use of some lube and lots of work, you were successfully able to fit about three-fourths. it wasn't perfect, yet, but it was a work in progress.

you didn't want to overdo it and end up insanely sore either, and you were beginning to realize even half was enough to have you cumming over and over again. so much so that you almost forgot about the date you had planned with rafe for that night—scrambling to get up and get ready.

that night, after a nice date and way too much ice cream, you realized you were too fucked out from your afternoon activity to go for another round for rafe. it was no big deal—except it happened the next day. then the day after that. and the one after that.

you had mastered the rafe-sized dildo, and you could take the entire thing after week of practice. but it also meant that it had been a full week without your boyfriend fucking you—something that hadn't happened since you had lost your virginity to him.

a little too clueless around rafe like always, you hadn't realized anything was wrong. rafe was on edge—pent up and unable to keep taking out his frustration on the golf course after almost breaking one of his clubs—but you didn't really notice.

you were waiting for tonight, after another date to show him your new-found skills, but of course, he didn't know that.

getting ready in your bathroom, blasting music and doing your makeup, you don't even hear the door open to your bedroom. rafe came to get you early, knowing you would need more time but way too antsy to wait alone in his car.

he sits on your bed, listening to the muffled music from behind the closed door. he's not impatient with you and hardly ever like this, but the current situation had left him more desperate to see you than usual.

leaning against your headboard, he feels something under your pillow. lifting it to move whatever it was—knowing you, the book you had been reading last night—his jaw clenches when he sees it. a dildo. not just any dildo—a huge dildo. under your pillow like you'd just been using it or something.

the pillow stays in his hand but he has an overwhelming urge to chuck it across the room. was this the reason the two of you hadn't had sex in a week? were you finding pleasure from some stupid toy instead of him?

"rafe?" you ask, stepping out of the bathroom and staring at the scene in front of you with big eyes. you're distractingly pretty everyday but even more so today with a short skirt and done-up face for the date he's not sure if he'll be taking you on.

your face burns with humiliation—stupidly realizing you hadn't put the damn thing away after last night. rafe is looking at you and then looking back at your bed, his fist tight around your pillow.

"um, i-"

"do you wanna explain? i'll give you five fuckin' seconds to explain-"

"no, it's not what it looks like-"

"really, kid? what it looks like is you're fuckin' this stupid thing instead of me. y'know, i'll just fuck off and you can have fun-"

rafe stands, not really angry but still sounding like he is. it's more pent-up frustration bubbling up, but you rush over to him anyways, looking so panicked he feels bad the second he said anything. he can't stay mad at you for longer than a minute.

"it's not what it looks like, i swear-"

"what is it then, huh?"

"i was just practicing! i was just trying to get better for you. see, it's yours." you motion to the toy still on the bed.

"huh?" rafe asks, looking between you and the bed.

"it's you. see. it's like... your size. um-" you get flustered again, shutting up in the fear that you've just said something to rafe that you should have kept to yourself. "i'm.. sorry?"

"no you're not."

"no, but i feel bad. are your feelings hurt? i'm sorry."

when rafe glances back at you, tearing his gaze away from the bright pink that's beginning to hurt his eyes, he realizes how sad you look, thinking you've done something to upset him.

"no, m'fine. just.. tell me next time. it was a jump scare."

"okay.." you stay still infront of him, awkwardly playing with your hands waiting for him to say something. you're a little concerned rafe's still upset, but he doesn't seem to look it, rather looking at you expectedly.

"what?" you question immediately, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"what? get on the bed. you've had enough practice. time for the real thing."