#i thought i would try just typing the top half around my waist but the legs are still too long

[aspendruid]

death for a thousand years to this pvc suit for not fitting properly because I could've had such a cool outfit for pride tomorrow

[sturngirly]

–‘Paper stars’– Chris sturniolo.

in which... your boyfriend chris finds out you've got a praise kink.

warnings: none, suggestive at the end!!

‘hi lol, this is based on this meme chris reposted on instagram stories’

– ... you think is weird? – i ask in fear of freaking out my boyfriend chris, we haven't been dating for too long, we've been together for 3 weeks but we've been friends for about a year and a half, we haven't done anything beyond making out and now we are playing a game of questions, his question being if i have something i haven't told him yet.

– that you have a praise kink? no, i don't think it's weird, why would i? – he says looking at me with an expression i can't quite read.

– I don't know you're looking at me funny – i say honestly, chris is a really expressive guy and i can tell almost every time how he feels just by looking at his face but now he looks like he is deep in thought.

– it's your turn now, dude –

– oh yeah, what is something YOU haven't told me yet? – i question pointing at chris and a little louder when I say ‘you’ tilting my head when i see the same boy scratching his neck bringing his eyes at the ceiling looking like he's searching for an answer.

– ... i also have a praise kink – he says bringing his face to the side almost like trying to hide it.

– ... you do? – you question, you always thought chris looked like the type of guy to be more into degrading which makes you surprised by his answer.

– yeah, ya seem surprised by that... y'know what? I could show you right now – you didn't know what chris had under his sleeve, he was always full of random ass scenarios that no one would've guessed was on his mind.

i watched as the blue eyed boy got up from his position on the floor and started walking towards his bedside table opening the first drawer and grabbing something from it, i couldn't see what it was until chris turned around facing me... it was a paper full of bright yellow stars.

– what are you implying?... – i said completely confused about what chris was thinking.

– imma start giving ya paper stars for every thing you do good – he replies giggling at himself and the face that i give him after he answers.

– ... i swear you're not real, you are a complete idiot – i say as chris begins laughing non stop at his stupid joke making me start laughing with him, repeatedly hitting the floor with my fist while chris has to support himself with his bed to not fall to the ground in tears by how much he's laughing.

– oh my god... that was funny... okay – i say as i try to catch my breath.

– HELL YEAH, as soon as you confessed that I was thinking about doing it – chris says making me feel more calm knowing that it wasn't that he thought i was weird and that he was just trying to think something funny to say.

we start to get quiet and before i can say anything chris slowly gets on top of me beginning to caress the left side of my face with one of his hands while the other one holds my waist.

– seriously tho, i could start doing it... but you'll have to be a good girl, yeah? – he says giving me a smirk and sleepy eyes making my cheeks get the reddest they've ever been while i mumble something unable to get words out because of how flustered i got.

– cat got ya tongue kid? –

WHAT DO WE THINK? this is my first time ever posting a fanfic on tumblr and i actually don't love this but I really hope y'all do!!

[readngandweepng]

needed to put my thoughts on paper about screwing daisuke or curly in the main lobby + some tidbits (pre-crash)

MDNI gn amab top reader, bottom character. can honestly be any of them i guess?? but i wrote this with curly and daisuke in mind lmao. basically just a horny post about same-room sex. half proof-read and probably ooc

imagine fucking him while he’s either sitting on the kitchen counter or laid against the table when everyone’s sound asleep in their respective cabins. he’s hiding his face in the crook of your neck where you can feel his warm breath against your skin as he’s trying oh so hard to keep his volume down. his hands clutch the back of your shirt so tightly you think he’s going to tear it. he bucks his hips, sending a shake bolting through his body. the moan it erupts is muffled by your neck, as are the rest of them. with your fast fucking he has to take a deep breath before hiking a leg up over your waist, angling your cock just a little bit deeper inside of him where he needs you most. the fear of getting caught has dwindled down, too distracted by the feeling of you pounding into him to even give it a second thought. all he can do is hook his legs around your waist and take your cock. he slaps a hand over his mouth to keep his moans repressed as he arches his back and cums. your cum filling him up is almost rejuvenating, and suddenly the consequences of getting caught means absolutely nothing as he rocks into you, his legs around your waist keeping you, and your cock, perfectly in place.

both daisuke and curly would really enjoy the humiliation aspect of something like this. actually getting caught would be absolutely mortifying, but if you were to successfully have sex in the kitchen or on one of the couches without anyone knowing or catching you? say goodbye to your dick because it's curly's now. it wouldn't be an insanely common thing between you two, but i do think that he would secretly be kind of in love with it. daisuke would enjoy it but i don't see him as too much of the exhibitionist type; he prefers getting caught being lovey-dovey.

curly definitely has a rebellious side, and if he was feeling frisky enough he'd lean against one of the kitchen counters while daisuke and swansea were at the dining table, bending over just enough to catch your eye. he might even brush himself against your crotch when passing by, but it wouldn't be noticeable to anyone other than you or someone actively looking for it.

though i don't think daisuke would be forward like that in public, (the most he'll do is give you kisses or sit in your lap while he's playing) he wouldn't mind if you kissed up his neck while he's playing sorry! or rifling in the kitchen for something to eat. swansea would scold you and it would make his face red, but he does enjoy the little thrill he gets out of someone catching you sneak kisses.

(i'm not entirely sure what their sleeping quarters entail, like if there's bunk beds and everyone sleeps in the same room) but in this case that is the set-up, and neither daisuke nor curly would be opposed to riding you on your bed while everyone else is asleep.

daisuke is like a bunny, riding you too fast for his own good until the creaking of the bed forces him to slow down. really, if you actually want to get caught this is the best way to do it, but to ensure there's some kind of dignity left, sitting up and controlling his speed while he has something stuffed in his mouth to keep him from whining is the way to go. otherwise he won't have the self-control to cover his own mouth where your hands are too far away to cover it for him before he wakes everyone up.

riding you is definitely one of curly's favorite things to do, so he would be great at it, even in a situation where you have to be quiet. he'd like leaning over and kissing you with his hands by your head and your arms wrapped around him. the main concern here is having the self-control to not buck your hips up into him, yet your feet are still planted flat on the bed, just in case. he's not the worst at being quiet, so why not make things exciting?

daisuke would love sneaking into bed with you, even if it really is just so sleep. he loves having his back flush against your chest as your hand goes down the front of his pants to stroke him. sometimes he'll just rock into your hand until he cums, and sometimes he'll take off his pants and slip your cock inside, rutting back against you until you push him down onto his stomach and take him. you have to be careful with daisuke because he's noisy, and if you can't tire him out he'll just ask you for more, and by that point the whole crew will know what you've been up to at night (as if they don't already know).

curly, depending on the circumstances, can a lot of the time be the one to start it. playing it off by giving you kisses on the corner of your lips and acting like it's just to send you off to sleep. but then he'll move his lips down to your jaw, and to your neck. you'll feel his hand palm at you through your pants, but if you try touching him he'll shush you, taking your cock out and stroking it painfully slow. you can kiss him, but then he won't throw the blanket over his head and mouth at your dick to slip it down his throat.

ftm!curly would adore having you eat him out under the covers. the feeling of your fingers curling inside of him is intoxicating, and having to keep his voice down and his breathing even just adds to the pleasure he feels. curly is good at keeping his volume down until you start sucking on his clit, then he has to turn his head and pull the pillow over his mouth to quiet himself. he bucks into your tongue a lot because even though he won't outright admit it, he revels in the thought that others might hear how wet you make him.

ftm!curly, if he's feeling too shy, likes when you fuck his thighs, being perfectly content with your cock grazing his cunt. he'll tweak his nipples and watch your dick being sandwiched by his thighs. if he doesn't cum, he's not opposed to finishing things quickly and having you just rub his clit while you kiss and nip at his chest.

ftm!daisuke also loves being eaten out but he's not as good at being quiet, so he'd prefer being fingered where the pleasure being inflicted upon him isn't as overwhelming and direct. he likes when you slowly drag your fingers in and out, spreading him open little by little while thumbing his clit every now and then. he gets very wet very fast, so being under the covers is ideal to drown out the sounds his cunt makes, especially when you begin to speed up and his thighs clamp around your hand because the feeling is too much.

ftm!daisuke loves dry-humping too, and he cums a lot quieter. he'd like having you hold him as he rides your thigh, clothed or not. daisuke also would love to feel the head of your cock rubbing against his pussy, teasing his entrance. absolutely can cum from just your dick gently slapping against his clit.

these thoughts honestly spawned from the very minute i saw the bedrolls on the ground in the lobby. i'm not even a horn-dog but one of my first thoughts was damn imagine fucking there so now here is this post to finally relinquish weeks of 'what-if-'s and 'i-would-totally-'s. i am really into the whole having sex with the chance of getting caught but would hate actually getting caught thing if you couldn't tell lmao.

[golden1u5t]

playboy bunny | s.r x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: suggestive

ꨄ summary: while being questioned in regards to a murder investigation, your only way of proving your innocence is the tattoo you have on your underboob.

you're sitting in the chilly interrogation room, your arms folded in as goosebumps spread across your skin. the only thing you had on was a thin tank top and a pair of shorts the officers had given you to cover up the bathing suit you were wearing.

they hadn't said much when they brought you in, there was a ringing of shock in your brain that only allowed you to process the words 'murder investigation'.

after sitting in the cold room for at least half an hour, the door finally opened and two agents came in. you could tell they weren't just the local police, not just because of the way they dressed but also because of the way they carried themselves, they were confident but not in a cocky way like regular cops were.

"y/n? i'm emily prentiss," she gave you a polite smile as she sat down across from you. "this is derek morgan. we'll be questioning you today." she gestured towards morgan as he stood behind her.

"i'll tell you what i told those cops, i didn't do whatever you're accusing me of doing."

"we're not accusing you of anything, yet." morgan spoke from his position behind prentiss. your eyes flickered from the case file being presented in front of you to him crossing his arms over his chest.

emily spread out a few pictures in front of you, all of them of different men dead and mutilated from the waist down. you turned away from them and leaned back in your chair, feeling as though all the drinks and food you had the night prior were slowing making its way back up.

they started off with simple questions: "do you recognize these men?" "where were you last night?" then they moved to more deeper questions: "who was your last relationship?"

"were you abused as a child?" "what's your relationship like with your father?"

they didnt let up until the door opened again and another agent came in. you sat up straight when your eyes landed on him. he was tall and very handsome, he was just your type. under any other circumstances you would have started to fix your hair up and try to catch his attention.

"it's not her."

"how do you know that, reid?" morgan turned towards him with a confused look on his face. you watched as spencer blushed and glance over at you for a brief moment before turning back to derek.

"a witness came forward, said they saw the unsub and victim at the park when they were doing- uhm- when they were having sex. the unsub didn't have any tattoos." spencer stated, he still refused to look at you.

you thought for a second that he'd found you incredibly hideous but then the his words about the unsub not having tattoos donned on you. without second guessing him, emily walked around the table and uncuffed you. almost immediately you started to rub the skin on your wrist, wincing slightly at the dull pain. you waited until emily and derek walked out of the room to speak up.

"how do you know i have a tattoo?" 

spencer finally looked at you, he shrugged his shoulders and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "i saw your photoshoot in a magazine a while back." he mumbled, the blush on his face spreading to his neck.

"¡ assume you'll be in town for a few more days?" you stood up from the chair and made your way to stand in front of him. spencer quickly said yes before catching how eager he sounded and settling with a nod. "maybe we can have dinner and explore some of the other tattoos that didn't make it in the shoot."

"i- i'll have to think about it." there was no thinking honestly, he just didn't want to sound desperate.

"i'm sure you have my number if you wanna take me up on that offer." you gave him a smile and brushed past him.

spencer knew for a fact that he would be taking you up on that offer.

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Hi!

Okay so about half way in I lost my train of thought when it comes to hair pulling. Praising isn't overly abundant either, but there is some teasing and banter, and he is very much tied even though he ends up being very naughty and breaking away from his constrains. Uhh... I do hope you like it in any case. As said, I lost myself here.

Pairing: Fuegoleon x f!reader (In 1st person point of view) Fanfic type: Oneshot Genre: Smut Length: ~2.5k Contains: bondage (Fue's hands are bound), oral (both giving and receiving), teasing and taunting, flirtatious banter, established relationship, aftercare, I tried to make it romantically kinky?, maybe cervix fucking if you squint???, they are very sweet to each other, so a lot of smiles and smirks, he is very naughty because he does break free from his bounds, reader riding him, no mention of protection

Tag: @late-night-gems

Dim lights. A night sky lit only by the light of the stars behind the thin sheet of glass that was the window. And a room that was quiet, if not for the few chuckles, hums and coos.

Kisses and tender touches.

The warmth of his body under mine.

His broad chest, and the strong, good heart that beats in there. The heart that I hear every time I curl up next to him, and press my head to his chest.

His jaw… the strong, well defined jaw and the smirk right on top of it. The way his lips curve and speak of how pleased he is.

Granted that he could be more pleased. Just as me. But this is a part of the play. The wait. The motions just before. And they require-, no they insist to be enjoyed just the same. As if that would somehow take away from the joy.

When in fact, it only adds to it.

“So…” his voice is low and sultry; it tastes sweet like caramel but is rich like chocolate. “What do you have in mind?”

I can practically hear the purr in his voice.

Not quite a growl.

But perhaps… perhaps in some point. A little later.

“I was… thinking…” I speak with a tease.

I’m sure he can hear it from the way the corner of his mouth tugs a little further up.

“That we … could try something… new?”

“Oh?” He smirks back.

“How would you feel…” I tug on the sash around his waist, which is slightly loosened already. “If I tied you… up?” There’s a little pop in the last word of the sentence. The words flow past my lips as I speak with a hushed tone.

And he lets out a thoughtful hum as a reply; raises his brows a little. Intrigued by the thought. Which is followed by an ever so slight purse of his lips as the smirk still lingers.

Along with the little dimple on the corner of his mouth.

“You wish to be on top?” He gives me a look from under his brow, but it is a playful look.

“Do you… have a problem with that?” I tease.

“Not in the slightest,” he chuckles with a low, quiet sound that rises from his throat. “So… it’s your plan to, perhaps,” his eyes wander onto my fingers, tugging the sash. “Wrap the other end of that around my wrists and the other to the bed?”

“Something like that?”

“I see.”

“Mhm.”

“Mhm.”

I lean forward, even if only a little, as if to contest something. While I know there isn’t anything to contest.

He could burn the piece of fabric with ease, should he wish to do so. He could easily topple me, should be feel the need. And he could… pin me down… ought he desire to do so.

But the play pretend of surrendering to my whims, unable to do anything but watch is there. The idea that he can’t touch as I ride him.

“So,” he utters while flashing a smirk. One of those… nearly devilish smirks that taste like all the things I quite dare to desire. “What is stopping you?”

“Very little,” I smirk back and pull the sash from him, as he raises his hips a little to allow me to do so. “Your clothes are a problem though.”

“Oh?” He chuckles, clearly amused by the remark.

“Well, how do you expect me to remove them if your hands are tied?” I question with a raised brow, at which he gives a shrug, adorned with the grin.

What a tease.

He likes to be a tease. At times. Too often.

Maybe.

Actually no. He’s not a tease too often.

It is a delicious treat. Just often enough at times like this.

Perhaps he enjoys being a little naughty like that.

“Hmm…” he hums, as if really thinking how I might do that. “Well, you’d only really need to remove my pants. That can be accomplished with my hands tied.”

I raise a brow at him. Because… really? Is this how he wants to play it?

Be so… difficult?

“You’re being awfully naughty”, I tell him with half of a joke.

And he laughs.

It’s a short, but deep, genuine laugh which leaves the corners of his mouths tugged high up.

“So… perhaps you ought to put me in my place?” He suggests as he lies under me.

The man who is far stronger than I am. The man who still could pin me down, should he wish to do so. The man whose smile is enough to make butterflies swirl around in my stomach. And the man whose gaze makes my heart race.

But the same man wants to be tied down and ridden ‘till sunrise.

What else am I to do, than comply with this wish?

Because even the sheer thought makes me grin. Makes me swallow as there is an exquisite treat in front of me. So much so that my head is spinning as I tie his hands to the headboard, unbutton his pants, and practically rip them right down to his ankles.

My eagerness…

It amuses him.

The laughter, the chuckle that again rises from his throat… it is intoxicating.

It makes me want to speed up. Skip kissing the length of his thighs and just… take him.

But I take my time.

I trace his skin with my teeth and tongue. Mark his skin with love bites as his breathing gets heavier. Lower. More as if velvet and taffeta.

And as my breath glides over his already throbbing, oozing cock… he lets out a growl.

“So eager… so impatient…” I taunt him, much like he taunts me at night.

But his rely is yet another growl. One that nearly makes me give in.

Nearly, but not quite.

So instead I place a kiss onto his lower stomach, and inch close to his cock. But don’t touch him. Because I’m supposed to ‘put him in his place’, am I not? It is what he requested of me, and he hasn’t-, yet, been a good boy.

Which is why I climb up and lean against the headboard.

“Lick it,” I tell him while wiggling my hips in front of his face, legs on both sides of his arms, his head in the middle of it all. And then I lower down.

I lower down and he lifts his head from the pillow to do as I tell him.

And his tongue… the first lick is strong and greedy. Like being able to provide me with some pleasure would ease his arousal. Like the way his lips latch onto my crotch would bring him closer to relief. Which, perhaps, it does in a way.

Like the way he sticks his tongue inside of me and swirls it around, making me moan, would bring him closer to heaven.

And perhaps… it does…

Perhaps he is so insatiable for that very reason.

But as I have bucked my hips a couple of times against his mouth, I pull away to look at him, and see how his chin is drenched. His chin is coated by my arousal, and there’s a spark, filled with fire, in his eyes, but a proud smile on his lips.

So, I suppose he has earned a little treat. Which is why I lower down, again, while keeping eye contact until I have gone past his waist, and his cock is there again.

Which is enough to make me salivate.

By the gods how I just-, want him in my mouth and-, just-

So I do.

First just the tip. And I lick it as clean as I can. Before I let out a savouring hum and slide my lips down the length of his pulsing, throbbing, thick, cock… Which makes him growl again.

I give him a look, and pop my head up and down.

He bucks his hips up.

And I let go of him.

“Not yet, you naughty boy,” I tell him before engulfing him again.

He tastes salty, and a bit bitter, but it is combined with something so very intoxicating that I can’t help but take him further in. As far as I can, which doesn’t do much to cover his length. And as my tongue tries to wrap itself around the underside of his cock, I suck onto him while popping my head up and down.

All thoughts leave me.

I place my forearms onto his thighs and lower my upper body, so that my ass is high up in the air, which makes him growl again. Growl from the thought of not being allowed to buck his hips up. Not allowed to position himself behind me and pound me into the mattress.

Oh no. That is reserved for another night.

But perhaps I ought to ease the fire within him, even if only a little.

So I take him out of my mouth, chest heaving as I gasp for air, and climb onto his lap while sliding my slit over the wet surface of his dick.

“Well?” I raise my brow while cupping the tip with my hand, rocking my hips to stroke him.

“Well what?” He asks back as his eyes flicker between our hips and my eyes.

“Ready?” I tease. Because I have to tease him just a little more.

“Do I not appear ready?” He half smirks, half teases back as his cock twitches under me.

“I suppose you do,” I muse with a faint chuckle of my own, and I position him against my entrance, only to slide down his length, as slowly as I possibly can from my own eagerness. As slowly as I have the patience for, while feeling him stretch my walls apart, but as his tip reaches all the way to back, the sensation is almost too much to bear.

Almost too much for my already hazy mind.

But as I look at him from behind my half lidded eyes, mouth only barely open; lips agape, I see the way he wants-, no, how he needs to rock his hips into me.

It is no longer a want for him. It is a need that aches right down to his very soul. And it is… most delicious. Decadent even. Which is why I bite my lip and move.

Which-, is-, almost too good to describe.

His warmth. Inside and out. The way he swells, and pulsates within me as my walls grasp onto him, just as desperate as I am. And I want-, I want I want I want-, to… chase my own release.

Just pop my hips up and down and just-, ram him into me.

So I do.

I crouch on top of him, spread my legs and just rock him into me as my walls squeeze him inside of me.

His eyes widen for a moment.

As he just looks. At me. Pleasing myself on his, long, hard, thick, cock that is already oozing within me. It must be.

It must be.

I tell myself it must be, as I loose whatever wits I still have left, and just-, slam my hips for one last time against him, and come undone right on top of him as the tip of his cock does a French kiss to my cervix.

"Good boy~" I tell him with a smile on my face, barely managing to make it something coherent.

And that is when he loses himself.

That is when he burns through his sash, grabs a hold of my hips, and begins to pound into me.

The sound of skin slapping into skin fills the air, but I barely register it from the deafening sound of blood rushing through my ears.

Drool drapes from the sides of my mouth as I grin widely, and he-,

Almost-,

There-, just a little bit-, more and he-

Comes.

I can feel the wave of warmth washing on top of my already built-up ecstasy, along with the sensation of being filled up by him.

And as I collapse onto his chest, burying my nose into his shirt, I can feel the rise and fall of his chest as he is trying to catch his own breath. So the sounds of our shared, ragged breaths combine in the otherwise silent room.

His hand begins to draw circles onto my back, careful and delicate. The warm, soft sensation of his flames, as if licking my skin… as if to reassure me about how he would never leave. How he couldn’t imagine a life, a future without me in it.

And the feeling is very much mutual.

Yet another thing we share. Despite our differences.

A part of me is comfortable in just… listening to the silence, and focusing on the way he oh so very gently traces the skin of my back. But another part of me wants to hear his voice again, the melody of it. The mere presence of it. If there is such a thing as presence of a sound.

“You broke free,” I note with a smile on my lips. “Very naughty of you.”

And he lets out a chuckle that is more of a puff; almost an amused scoff, but not quite.

He is amused, but not in a way that would make him blatantly laugh.

“I know,” he agrees. “But what ought I do, in a dire situation such as that. For I was devoid of you, my love,” he tells me.

And I giggle while tilting my head just enough to look at him.

“Devoid of me while you’re inside of me?” I question, but I do so with a grin.

Not that it seems to phase him in the slightest.

“I can never feel close enough to you, dearest,” he replies, as if it was a fact. Just like the colour of the sky, or the coldness of snow, or the warmth of fire.

And while one might deem it to be absurd, it is a sentiment that makes sense to me. Because how does one feel close enough to their beloved? As in, sure, everyone needs alone time from time to time, but it doesn’t mean anything when it comes to the trueness of shared emotions. And it doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t wish to spend my life getting to know him more than I already do, after all this time; that I wouldn’t wish to grow together with him. Like two trees, entwine our roots together.

So I shake my head, and settle back against his chest, into the shared silence. A silence in which nothing needs to be said. And while I do know that I wish to hear to sound of his voice again, in a moment, now all is well in the world.

At least until some tens of minutes after which we decide to be very naughty again.

Because that’s how it always goes.

He’s very naughty but so am I, when I’m alone with him.

[aurorawhisperz]

that’s the thing (e.l)

I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THE DRAFT AND LOST THE ASK 😭😭😭 (but here u go anon if u find this 🙏)

contains: swearing, fluff, smut 18+ (oral, fingering, slight overstimulation)

spiderman!ethan landry x fem!reader

based off you’re here that’s the thing by beabadoobee 🙏

•

Ethan definitely screwed up.

He swings across the city in tight spandex. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Ethan exclaimed, speedily typing on his phone, but you wouldn’t respond.

Being the friendly neighborhood Spiderman, he always had priorities—but that didn’t stop him from spending time with you. Knowing this, you forgave him every time he’d miss something.

Well, that jinxed it. On the lookout, he had completely forgotten about your date, Ethan—being the dork with the heart of gold, thought this would be the last straw for you.

Ethan often thought about this every time he’d be swinging around New York just to make it up to you. One reason why he’d always make it up to you is because he felt like he should, or must.

The second reason why is because it always ends in something wonderful—whether it’s him sleeping over, or the other way around, or something else that would have the boy completely whipped.

Then he spotted you, wearing his jacket you ‘forgot’ to return. His whole world seemed to stop—that was until he remembered the fact that he left you waiting.

A bunch of people backed away when Ethan took you with him. “It’s the spider dude!” Someone near you exclaimed.

“What? Oh my god!” You exclaim, swiftly sliding your hands around his neck. “I am so SO sorry that I left you waiting, okay? I was on the lookout, I completely forgot about our date, I’m really sorry, I REALLY AM!” He exclaimed, talking fast, then you pointed at a pole that was about to hit his head.

Once Ethan was about to dodge it, it hits the top of his head instead. His grip tightened till he swinged back to your dorm—though weakly.

He yanks his mask off and leans back on your bed.

“Less talking, more swinging.” You sigh, grabbing the sides of his face—then you kissed him, your lips moving in sync. He could taste the fruity lipgloss you had put on. Ethan's eyes widened in surprise as you pulled away. He blinked a few times, trying to process the unexpected turn of events.

Then a smile was on his face, pulling you back. Deepening the kiss.

“Being a superhero’s girlfriend isn’t that hard,” You frown, then he kisses more again before you continue, “But seriously, you have to change out of this shit.” Ethan kept a hand on your waist, “Actions speak louder than words, right?”

You jump as Ethan quickly jumps under your bed, your roommate bursting in. “Hey, I’ll be leaving you alone here for a while since I’ve got somewhere to go.” You nod, then they wave, “See ya.” And leave.

Quickly falling on your bed as Ethan uses his webs to lock the door, “This is really cute,” He holds up your diary, the drawing of Spider-Man you made on a sticky note during a lecture. “Can I keep it?”

“Change first.” He rolled his eyes at your command.

He quickly changed into his normal clothes after slipping off the spandex. “Dammit,” He exclaimed as he checked his backpack for flowers he was gonna give you—there were flowers, but only a few, the petals flying away instantly.

Walking into the living room, Ethan uses his webs to snatch the remote from your hands, “We’re watching a movie, because I have to make it up to you,” Then handing you the somewhat ruined bouquet of flowers. “Eth, you shouldn’t have.” You teased then grabbed his camera from the table.

“Try and take a picture of me holding these, that’s how you can make it up to me.” Ethan takes the camera from you then more words come from your mouth, “Although you’re already here, that’s how you can make it up to me.”

The camera flashes in your face as you cover the lower half of your face with the flowers—then laying down on the couch with Ethan as the movie starts playing.

“You know,” says Ethan, “I’m really glad I forgot about our date today,” You frown, then he chuckles, “It led to this and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You both chuckle at his words then you shower his face with kisses. Ethan quickly pulled you down to kiss his lips. The movie was long forgotten soon after that.

His lips crashed into yours once again, then his nails dig in your thighs as you straddle him.

“Maybe because you knew it would lead to this,” You mumble against his lips, his other hand running down your spine like an instrument. Ethan broke the kiss to move down to your jawline—then your neck.

His hands tapping on your lower back as you pulled away. “You’re a sneaky one.” You pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose, then Ethan let out a breathy laugh, “I’m Spiderman, of course I’m sneaky.”

“But I love Ethan Landry more.” Right after Ethan takes quite a few minutes to process your words, he pulls you in by your waist to kiss you once again.

You wrap your arms around his neck as his fingers dig into your hips.

He mumbles against your lips, “I want you,” He starts to smoothly put a little tongue in the kiss, then when your lips part even more for permission, it slips in. You hum against his lips as Ethan slowly grinds into you.

You pull away and smile, he drags his thumb over your bottom lip, you try to kiss him again, but he keeps a hand on your chest to stop you. “Can I go down on you?” The question makes your eyes widen as you turn beet red. Ethan’s stupid puppy eyes made you nod, and the smirk felt good to kiss off.

His arms placed you back on the couch, the needy boy got on his knees. Ethan gives you a deep kiss, then he moves down your jaw, he leaves a mark on your collarbone.

It goes from your chest, to your belly, and he reaches your clothed core. Ethan looks up at you and you lick your lips.

The boy pulls down your panties and starts with kissing your inner thighs. The sneaky little thing was always a tease, it pained you slightly but you know you love him.

Ethan presses a wet kiss to your left thigh, sucking on it. His breath fans over your core and you shudder.

He presses a kiss to your clit, then makes his way down to your entrance—licking up then burying his face in between your thighs. Your back arched at the pleasure.

In the early stages of your relationship, you had always told him what felt good, and he made it feel even better.

Your legs threaten to lock around his head, but his big hands hold your hips down. You were basically squirming, and he was only trying to drive himself away from the spot you wanted him to stay on.

Ethan harshly sucks on your clit, circling it with his tongue. You feel like you’re close, VERY close. Without warning, his middle finger enters you and that makes you lift your head up and whine in pleasure, you could feel him smile against your core.

“God, don’t stop.” You say breathlessly, and while muffled, you could still hear him, “I won’t,” He pulls away with a pop, “Trust me.” He dives right back in as soon as he finishes.

When his ring finger enters, your body felt limp and like everything slowed down for a minute.

The hot feeling down your stomach was heating up.

When his nose bumped into your clit, along with his ring finger entering the chaos, that feeling hit it’s peak.

Though Ethan didn’t stop, he kept lapping up your juices—it felt so overwhelming. Your hips were basically jolting up out of instinct.

You shuddered under his touch, he reaches up for your hand and laces his fingers with yours.

When Ethan finally pulled away, he crawled back on top of you and pushed away a stray strand of hair. He didn’t say anything, he just smiled. You know you’d forgive him for missing a date either way, the only way he could make it up to you is just being there.

He presses a soft kiss to your lips, then he mumbles in between kisses, “I’m not done yet,” Your eyes blink open as he pulls away, the taste of yourself lingering on your tongue. “I wonder how people would feel if they find out their friendly neighborhood Spiderman was a pro at not only superhero-ing, but this.” says Ethan.

You chuckle and pull him back in for another, when he breaks the contact he takes the square foil out of his pocket and smirks at you, then places it on the table next to you both. He tries to kiss you again

You grab it from the table, “I’m not on the pill, babe,” You assure him, he shrugs then takes it from your hand. He sticks the tip of his tongue out when he struggles to open it. You laugh at Ethan, and open it yourself. “I’ll be your walking stick tomorrow,” he whispers to your ear.

You were in for a long night.

[marleysfinest]

blame @neiptune for sliding into my dms with this out of nowhere and plaguing me with thoughts of teasing and begging. this is not proofread and I am isane.

gojo x fem reader. cw spit mention, teasing

when you crawl into bed at knocking on midnight, you half suspect that satoru will come knocking right as you fall asleep. he has a bad habit of waiting until you're right on the brink of sleep, dozing in and out of consciousness as you slowly drift to sleep, before making his move. his explanation? it makes you "cuter" (you know, in fact, it's because you're more malleable in this state of almost-slumber). he's in his office, fingers tapping away as he either burns through his inbox or has yet another stab at writing his "memoirs", you're not sure, and you find that you've become fond of this muffled typing as he works into the small hours. you wrap yourself in your duvet, head burying itself against your pillow and immediately feeling the weight of sleep descend. until, that is, it's halted.

like clockwork, satoru tip-toes into your bedroom and slides into bed, slotting himself against your back like a puzzle piece. his slender arm snakes around your waist and pulls you in tightly, trying (and failing) to be discreet in his intentions. you come round to the feeling of his warm breath on your neck, his slightly chilly palms resting on your stomach, and his hardening cock against your ass.

with a mental eye-roll, you fidget beneath him, but his hold on you is made of iron.

"you awake?" he whispers, knowing full well that you are. you grunt a reply, attempting to match is apparent playfulness, and keep your eyes firmly shut.

"c'mon," he whines, gently tugging at your waist, "I know you are. I can't sleep..."

his ability to be so brazen is never lost on you. there was something about it that was to be commended, how he was staunch about what he wanted and would do anything to get it, even lie a lie whiter than the hair on his head.

"I'm tired, satoru," you croak in return as you nuzzle deeper into the pillow, only semi-meaning it, mostly just playing along to see how he reacts. to see if he will be the one begging for once.

"then let me send you off to sleep," he purrs, right in your ear, "just the tip, I promise."

with a sigh you roll onto your back, bringing you face to face with your needy beau. with lightning speed he climbs atop you and shifts your legs apart with one knee before resting himself between your legs. it's in moments like this that he's almost tender, romantic, eye to eye and chest to chest, nothing between you except hot air and whispers as your skin bristles beneath his touch. he runs a hand through your hair, pulling stray strands away with an otherworldly gentleness before adjusting himself and just entering you. he leans in and stops the groan about to leave your lips in its tracks, kissing you with meaning as he lets you adjust to him.

your tongues dance around each other, all the while he's abiding by his plea, refraining from filling you completely. he guides your hands so that they rest on the pillow on either side of your head and entwines his fingers in yours, eagerly lapping up the building spit on your lips. his hips grind back and forth with care and attention as he focuses on not losing himself in you completely, knowing that his ultimate goal is to tease the whining, mewling kitten out of you that he knows is there.

he's so sloppy and firm, and once again you feel yourself losing to his sheer willpower. the tip of his cock easing in and out of your entrance, stroking your clit with every thrust soon sends you into a haze that begs to feel him inside you. to feel his top against your cervix again and again before lacing it white.

"please," you whisper, trying to free your hands from his, "go deeper."

his eyes glisten as he looks down at you, silently marvelling how he can make you like this every time. his grip tightens.

"what for?" he asks, "I thought you said you were tired. I don't wanna overwhelm you."

you instinctively arch your back as you whine like a scolded child, much to his amusement. he doesn't cave when you try to thrust your hips up to meet his, no matter how good it feels when your folds are so wet with yours and his slick.

"please," you whine, all care flying out the window as he shows no sign of giving in to you, "wanna... I wanna come around you. please, baby."

his glee is contagious, apparent from the grin on his face and the twitch of his cock. he throbs seeing you so needy, and he already knows he's not going to listen to you. he lets himself leak onto your dripping cunt just to make you all the more desperate.

"why?" he asks, almost breathless with excitement, "I like you like this."

"come on, satoru!"

he huffs a laugh at your tone - desperate. pathetic - and feels his core tighten along with you. your clit is so sensitive now but there's no helping the fact you're going to cum like this whether you like it or not.

your mouth falls open into a slack 'o', and together with satoru you cum hard, the release offering some clarity but hardly any of the satisfaction. he collapses on your chest and listens to your thumping heartbeat for a moment, before tilting his gaze up to you and revelling in your pouting expression.

"what?" he asks, "not enough?"

you scowl and attempt to wriggle free, but you know already you can't escape him. as he crawls up to face you once more, he pecks a final kiss on your lips.

"go clean yourself up. if you want the works I'll give it to you, if you ask real nice."

[livelaughloveloak]

🐳 ᩡ WANNA C U GIRL

aonung x navi! reader oneshot

summary :: Aonung misses you dearly to the point where he starts getting into more trouble. Will you come back and be his saving grace?

author's note :: honestly this is my first Aonung fic so I'm sorry if it's bad. 2.2k Words. Use of she/her pronouns

"Of course the aliens had to ruin it." Aonung snarled with a fish spear in his dominant hand. Aonung was known to be quite rude at times but today he was even more rude, especially to the young sully boys.

"Aonung stop, they are just learning!" Tsireya shoved her brother softly, only hard enough that he stumbled back in the water. All of them were on the shore with fishing gear. Aonung and Tsireya were tasked to help the newcomers with hunting in the Metkayina ways, much to Aonung's dismay.

Of course only being new to this type of fishing they did not do well. Them missing mostly every shot would normally make Aonung burst into a comedic laughter but not this time. Instead it turned into boiling anger. By the time Lo'ak missed his 7th fish in a row Aonung had enough of fishing and told everyone to just go back to shore.

He rolled his eyes at his sister's kind behavior towards them. Tsireya saw this and snickered before turning to the sully boys. "Do not mind him, he's just grumpy because y/n isn't around" Lo'ak and Neteyam looked at eachother, they have heard about this certain Navi before, mostly from Aonung.

They knew very little but just assumed she was a special person to him. And they were right.

Aonung scoffed in annoyance and walked away from the group, towards his own little marui. Of course he missed you, considering he didn't deny it.

You left to go help another clan in their time of need almost a week ago. You were a good warrior and an even better healer so you were chosen by Tonowari to go and help the neighboring tribe that had gotten attacked by the sky people.

"Aonung I'll be fine." You said as he was behind you, attaching your necklace that happened to be a gift from him. "I'm still not sure. I mean what if the sky people come back and ambush you guys"

You rolled your eyes, you knew he was just concerned but you were still a strong warrior nonetheless. "I promise you I'll return perfectly fine."

You reassured him but only got a hum in return. You were waiting for Aonung to say something but instead you felt his breath on your neck causing the hairs to stand up. Aonung stayed like this for a while before wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and resting his head in the crook of your neck.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Aonung laid down on his hammock, swaying side to side trying to keep his mind blank from the thought of you. You alone tend to fill up his thoughts and dreams, he didn't mind though.

With a groan Aonung shifted from position to position, trying to find a more comfortable way to lay down. Soon enough he settled on laying on his side, back facing the marui opening. He closed his eyes tired from the day filled with anger and yelling.

Aonung felt himself slowly drifting into the blank void called sleep.

Waves clashed against the sea shore as the daylight slowly started to fade into navy blue. You looked up from your half weaved armband, seeing the stars that filled the night sky. Suddenly you remembered Aonung.

“My mom would take me here to go stargazing as a kid, it was only me, Tsireya wasn't born yet.”

He told you this the day you two went to that special spot on top of a small island so you could watch as the stars slowly moved and twinkled. Oh how you missed Aonung.

As the days went by it slowly turned into weeks. You were in this tribe for 3 weeks, helping them get on their feet again. You healed the wounded and hunted in place for the warriors who got too injured.

You counted the days as they went by, each day was a day closer to going back home. The people here were kind but you missed talking or more likely gossiping to Tsireya, you missed playing with the Metkayina kids, but most importantly you missed Aonung.

With a sigh you finally got out of your marui to go collect herbs since you were running low on them. You said hello to a few people on the way and smiled at the kids who waved at you.

You picked your herbs in a small farm that the locals made. Luckily the sky people didn't ruin this part of the small island because without it the people wouldn't have ointment to treat their wounded or medicine for the people who fell ill.

You filled up your basket and gently placed it against your hip so you could walk back to the healing tent.

Your walk back got interrupted by a deep voice. "Y/n" You jumped, dropping some plants from the basket. You picked them up then turned around only to see the chief, Tonowari.

You quickly bowed your head and reached your arm up to your forehead to sign a formal.

‘I see you’

Tonowari smiled at the gesture before talking. "Today you and the others are going home, I have decided to end things early since the people here seem like they can fend for their own now." Tonowari waved his stick around motioning for you to look at the people.

"Go, pack your stuff, we leave once the sun sets." And with that Tonowari turned and walked away leaving you there with the basket filled with multiple healing herbs.

You looked down and smiled before running back to your marui that the Tsahik of this clan built for you as your temporary home. You were finally going to see Aonung again.

"I'm disappointed in you Aonung." Ronal circled around the young navi that had purple bruises forming on his face. Just like yesterday, Aonung had gotten into another fight with a Metkayina boy.

"Go before I pluck your eyes out!" Ronal hissed and pointed to the Marui exit.

Aonung quickly got up from his kneeling position and hurried out with his head hanging low and tail in-between his legs. He was embarrassed, he had made a fool out of himself, at first he felt pride after winning the fight but it all went downhill once a familiar voice shouted his name. His mother.

Other Navi stared silently at Aonung's sulking frame. Ronal's yells of frustration were loud enough for people to hear. His ears pinned back in shame, all his pride was washed away by now after he felt the eyes all over him.

He scrunched his nose and finally looked up. "What are you looking at?" Aonung said with venom in his voice, it wasn't specifically to a certain person but rather everyone who acknowledged his presence. All of the other Navi quickly looked away and went to the previous task they were doing before the whole thing occurred.

Aonung grumbled and kicked the sand underneath him before continuing to walk towards his Marui. He wished nothing but to sleep the pain away even.

The sun was slowly setting as Aonung finally arrived. He didn't go inside but instead sat on the edge, dangling his feet in the lukewarm water. The water in the reef was a beautiful clear blue.

It was so clear that you can see the fish and ilu swimming around the different coral, sometimes going into the seaweed. If you were lucky you'd see a baby ilu with its mother.

Aonung stayed like this, staring into the water with his hands resting on his lap. He was never a quiet person but today he needed it more than ever.

His peace was disturbed by a loud horn made by a shell. The shell was used to warn the clan of someone's arrival. He peered out, squinting so he could get a better look at whoever was about to step onto the shore.

‘Are they back?’

He got excited for a second thinking that you were finally back from your mission.

His eyes scanned the area very carefully, he even double checked just to make sure he didn't miss you by accident. He was left with disappointment. You were nowhere in the crowd.

‘Oh right they don't come back until next week.’

The moment you stepped off of your ilu you begin to search around the crowd of cheering and welcoming Navi for a specific person. You were left confused when you found nothing, it was like everyone was there except him.

“You better be here waiting with a basket filled with delicious food once I come back” You teased Aonung, poking his chest as you were getting ready to start your journey to the other island.

“Ugh you wish” Aonung softly pushed you causing a laugh to come out of your mouth.

"Y/n!"

You turned around to find Tsireya walking towards you with open arms. You two hugged before pulling back once you saw unfamiliar faces behind her. Tsireya glanced over her shoulder and gasped, making you even more confused.

"Oh right!" Tsireya took a hold of your hand and guided you towards them.

"Y/n this is Lo'ak and Neteyam, their family has come here seeking uturu."

‘uturu?’ You thought. You heard about other clan members coming to a whole new one to seek peace and to live with them but you never actually witnessed it until now. You watched as they signed

‘i see you’

towards you. You replied with a smile, doing the gesture back.

"We have heard lots about you." The taller one said which you believe was Neteyam. You raised your eyebrows at his words and turned towards Tsireya seeking for an answer which she thankfully gave. "They mean Aonung, you know he can't keep his big mouth shut." Tsireya nudged your shoulder in a teasing way as you giggled thinking about it.

"Speaking about Aonung, where is he?”

Tsireya went silent, her mouth forming a straight line. She slowly pointed to the direction of his Marui. "Beware y/n he isn't in the best mood right now."

You nodded and quickly headed in the direction she was pointing at. Your tail was swaying anxiously. Was he perhaps mad at you?

By the time you reached his tent you froze, debating if you should enter or not. You didn't wanna face him if he was mad at you, you were scared. You wouldn't know what to say. You were so lost in thought that you didn't even see the taller figure walking towards you.

"Y/n?"

You snapped out of your trance and saw Aonung leaning against one of the support poles that keeps his Marui standing. He had cuts and bruises all over his face and body.

His knuckles were red and wounded, it seemed like he got into a fight. You covered your mouth with your hand as you stepped closer to him. "Oh Aonung" You whispered while inspecting his body closer

Once you were done looking you grabbed his hand and led him inside. You made him sit down in the far corner of the room that had medical supplies stacked up against the wall.

"When I said I promised to stay safe I meant you should too." You grabbed ointment from one of the pouches and then sat down on his lap facing him.

Aonung stayed silent watching you apply it on his knuckles until he finally spoke up. "I know."

You were the one who was silent now, you kept your questions to yourself deciding that you'd ask them another time and that you should just focus on treating his wounds.

You wrapped his hand with bandages and moved on to applying a herb that specializes in reducing swelling on his busted lip and bruised up eye. You felt his eyes staring at you, watching your every move. You tried your best to ignore it so you wouldn't get flustered and mess up on properly dressing his wounds.

Aonung kept his eyes locked onto yours as you gently tapped his lips to apply the ointment. "Please Aonung, be careful next time." You begged him. Of course you never liked it when he got into fights but at this point Aonung isn't really Aonung unless he comes to you seeking for your medical health every one in awhile.

"I was fighting for you."

"What?"

"I fought them because they were talking bad about you." Aonung watched carefully, seeing how you stopped your movements and dropped your arms to your side. He took this as his cue to continue. "They were saying how you were weird and didn't belong amongst the other girls. I couldn't just stand there and hear all of this without doing anything about it."

Of course you were upset finding out that people who you probably never even talked to had your name in their mouths, but you felt some sort of comfort knowing that Aonung stepped in for the sake of you. "My love it is okay their words won't affect me." You brushed away one of his loose locks that must've fallen from his braids.

"No it is not-"

You shushed him with a kiss on the lips that he was quick to return. "It's fine, I promise." Aonung stayed silent, continuing to stare in your eyes lovingly.

His eyebrows raised when you got up from his lap, holding his hand signaling for you to follow him. He obeyed and got up to which you started to drag him out of the Marui.

"Where are we going?"

You sarcastically gasped to tease him. "Don't you trust me?"

Aonung rolled his eyes before rushing to walk by your side so you wouldn't be dragging him behind you. You smiled and looked at him. "Come I have made something for you my love."

[penvisions]

garnish {chapter 1}

Pairing: Chef! Joel Miller x Bartender! Reader

Summary: Summer is a time of fun and carefree days for those who are fortunate enough to not work within the food industry. You however have found yourself back in that world and so long were the days you could spend doing nothing. Along with the shift back to a world you once left behind is the figure of Joel Miller, who is as magnetizing as he is irritating that is now a part of your daily life.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: smut piv smut, unprotected piv, dirty talk, joel miller's filthy mouth, kinda enemies to lovers?, degrading language, restaurant lingo, triggers associated with the food industry

A/N: this...this is a scary thing for me to share. this is so closely drawn from my life and the things i've experienced in my twenties (as far as the restaurant stuff goes, i was never fortunate enough to catch the eyes of someone as alluring as our dear joel). i'm fully aware that i don't need another WIP but this has been comsuming me lately and i wanted to share despite the trepidation. c'est la vie, no?

ao3 link || series masterlsit || main masterlist

“Fuck.” You moaned, the sound filling the cool air of the walk in, back arching as you tried to push back against the man who had sheathed the entirety of his hard length into you with one smooth, drawn out move so attuned to your body. His grip on your hips was bruising, the feeling of him gripping tight to your shoulder even more so, but he didn’t move.

He seemed frozen, head bowed down and forehead connected with the back of your head, hands gripping tight, chest heaving with each deep breath and brushing hot against your back. Murmured words falling from his plush lips too quiet for you to catch, but you were sure if he could safely do so, he would be praising you in that filthy way he was prone to do. His large thighs were pressed to the backs of your own and the feel of his chef pants was rough on the naked skin of your thighs where he had pushed up the skirt of the dress you had worn for your shift.

“Please, Joel, I need you to move.” You circled your hips, grinding back on the entire length of him and you could feel yourself clench. A guttural moan sounded from his lips, puffing out in a misty breath.

“What did I tell you about bein’ a good girl f’me?” The hard line of him twitched deep inside you and your knees wobbled. The hand on your waist curled around your middle to help keep you upright, lest they give out on you completely. He pulled out nearly all the way only to slam back in, it took everything in you not to scream from the pleasure as white sparked across your vision. Your teeth digging into the hands that were grasping desperately onto the edge of the metal storage shelf you were pressed up against. Trying to hide the sound in an effort to keep the secret that had become your personal life just that, something shared in moments of spiking passion and deep kisses between you and the man who enraptured you beyond anything you had experienced before.

Thoughts swirled and your mind took you back to the events that transpired to allow this type of pleasure to be something that you owned, that you took, that was given to you by the man whose hands were holding you so tightly and pounding into you so deliciously.

“I think a play on mint would be a good idea, for the paired cocktail. I could whip up a batch of simple syrup infused with it or order a case of crème de menthe. But I’ll mess around with it and get back with y’all in a few days before the order needs to be placed.” You jotted down what glasses you were thinking of, a choice between a martini glass, a coup, and a tall rocks class. You pushed your reading glasses back up your nose, the frames having slipped down the bridge as you scribbled half ideas down in your small notebook. “Chef, will the mash be sweet potato or more like the topping for the Shepard’s pie we did last fall? And the balsamic, will it be a glaze over the brussels or will they be cooked with it?”

Joel Miller’s eyes seemed to snap to you, he had offered his new rotation of dishes for the fall menu and promptly spaced out. He never seemed to pay attention to anything else in the higher up meetings for the restaurant you worked at. You had been here for a year now. Having been hired as a general bartender and then bumped up to manager around two months in. You had to do an order on the fly for the bar when it was revealed that the manager had made a faux one and pocketed the money for themselves. To say they had been fired would be an understatement. They were no longer allowed to work for any part of the company.

You don’t think you had ever met his eyes before and you were beginning to think that was a blessing in disguise. His eyes were such a warm, chocolate brown that lit up into an amber wonderland that you could find yourself getting lost in when they caught the light. It took you a moment to realize that he was answering your questions. This was the first instance of a menu change that you had the chance to ask questions. His gaze wandered over what he could see of you as you sat across the table from him, further down by the barback you had chosen to help out with keeping the tickets flowing well and running drinks when the servers were busy.

“Was thinkin’ of sweet potatoes, to compliment the lamb. It won’t be a traditional mint jelly, more of a yogurt based mint sauce topped before leaving the line.” He glanced down at the menu he had provided for the meeting. It was simple and to the point. Underneath one of the new dishes, the special due to the cost of sourcing the lamb was simple descriptors. Special: Lamb. Mash. Brussels. Mint. Balsamic.

“Sounds yummy, and the balsamic, chef?”

“Haven’t decided yet.” He grunted out, not sure what to think of you asking after the dish. Sure, he knew you needed to know the components properly for each dish of the special in order to pair it properly with a house made drink. But you were so…something he wasn’t used to seeing. You had a good balance of professional and personable, both on the clock and off. He noticed some of his cooks offering you tastes of stuff they were working on during prep hours and returned dishes that came back to the kitchen. The other servers often mentioned you helping them with rowdy or difficult tables, were more than willing to help them if they didn’t know questions asked after the drinks offered and wine selection.

More often than not, people from both the front of house and back of house would sit at the bar with you after their shifts. Idle chit chat and horror stories of the night told between laughs and knowing looks. Bonding in ways that could only happen as a result of working in such a space, of being able to handle working in such a space.

He shook his head, the thoughts of you disappearing with the movement and he shoved off from the table to slink back into the kitchen. He stopped at the threshold of the dining room, your gentle voice in his ears and he stifled a shiver at the thought of your lips close enough to whisper into them. What kind of things would you be brave enough to say in hushed tones just for him? Would you whisper filthy desires into his ears and cause heat to spark down his spine, or would you beg him for the things he wanted to say to you, the things he saw flash before his closed eyes when he would see how effortlessly you knocked out a line of tickets, or helped to expo his line during the times in which spacing out tables was only a wish.

“Gotcha. Thank you, chef.”

Despite his better judgement he turned to look back at you over his shoulder, just in time to see you smile softly at him before turning your focus back to the meeting. He almost hadn’t, unsure of where the sudden salacious nature of his thoughts had sprung up from. And his heartrate picked up as he crossed into his kitchen space.

The manager of the restaurant was pacing back and forth in front of the host stand, phone held tightly to her ear as she listened to the voice bleeding from the other line. It was summer, the season of call outs and no call no shows. As predictable as the looks of glee on servers and cooks faces alike as checks hit their accounts on a weekly basis, the tip out rate through the roof with the influx of tourists and lively people of the city. The manager prided herself in being able to provide a good base pay for everyone, ignoring the cheap cop out of matching the other establishments of the area and the country in general.

None of that $2.13/hour nonsense, she had smiled genuinely at you in your interview, the softness of her excitement allowing you to seriously consider the industry you had left a few years previously in favor of going back to school, of taking the monumental step of becoming a teachers assistant at your alma mater. But grad school was around the corner, something you needed in order to pursue your dreams.

But even that wasn’t a good enough allure to keep the younger members of society committed to their shifts, especially after a particularly busy week. The restaurant world wasn’t for everyone, and it was quick to humble people in ways that still took you off guard even after having been entrenched in it for a good chunk of your twenties.

With a long sigh, a worn-out thin smile, and the harsh placement of the phone back into the charging station atop the host stand, that’s how you found yourself in the kitchen you only drifted through previously.

“You know anythin’ about preppin’ food?” The calculating look aimed down at you as Joel stood beside you in front of a prep station was sharp, his arms crossed over his broad chest. The sleeves of his chef’s coat folded up to expose the thickness of his forearms.

“Of course, we prep the-“

“Not fruit. Food. Actual food.”

The fact that he cut you off mid reply made your jaw clench and you had to hold your tongue back from spewing a bad comment. You had never been treated like that at this job, in the entire year that you’ve been here. Everyone had always been polite and friendly and professional. Things you were in return, the kitchen even going so far as to offer you the rare dead plate or extras from staff meal you were always unable to snag any of due to your schedule. People would stay and hang out at the bar after their shifts ended, often bringing you treats on their off days to share as you frequently brought stuff for the front of house to have snacks and rounds of their favorite drinks to stay hydrated during busy hours. This often extended to the back of house as well, if you had the time and means to.

The divide seen so cleanly in other restaurants was something that you tried to eradicate here, not play into the ‘this versus them’ ideology that plagues too many establishments and allowed for more errors and unhappy customers.

That’s not to say there was the odd throwaway comment in the heat of dinner rush or particularly challenging event, but those were brushed under the table as they were harmless. But this, this animosity for someone willing to help out when it was desperately needed, was uncalled for and sparking annoyance in your chest.

You hadn’t really interacted with Joel directly. Just in passing and hardly for longer than a professional acknowledgment during staff meetings when a new dish would be rolling out and you needed to make a cocktail or wine pairing for it. To be honest, you hadn’t spoken to him out of the childish daydream of not wanting the image of the handsome man to be shattered in your mind’s eye. Guess you were right to worry about something being wrong with him to warrant him to spend what seemed like his entire life in the damn kitchen. He had a superiority complex, it seemed.

But for him to be rude and cut you off after already making it clear he didn’t want you in his kitchen?

Game, fucking, on.

“Oh, no,” You adjusted the fit of the black gloves around your right wrist before you carefully picked up the chef knife and tapped the tip of it on the cutting board. Joel’s eyes were heavy and judgmental as you did so, he probably disliked the way you had needed to get the feel of the knife before using it. But he stayed silent, the furrow of his brows and the turndown of his plush lips deepening as you quickly and efficiently broke down the chicken. Once you were done, you placed the knife along the edge of the cutting board beside the line made up of a pair of breasts, thighs, legs, wings, and the severed spine of the chicken. “I don’t think I’m any good with actual food, chef.”

The controlled expression you were holding didn’t break, even when one of Joel’s eyebrows seemed to rise without conscious thought as his sharp eyes danced from the cutting board atop the prep station to you standing at attention in front of it. The tick in his jaw was garnering your attention, an obvious show to what the man was really feeling at your little display. Despite his less than kind attitude toward you, you couldn’t help the flash of heat that flared up in your middle at the thought of sucking kisses into the cut of his jaw, right where it was showing is ire. The surrounding kitchen staff were all peering over toward your new station with wide eyes, unbelieving that you were deliberately feigning innocence in a cheeky manner toward the head chef.

He may be an asshole, he may be loud, he may be particular, and he may have high standards: but no one argued with him because of his skill set and how effortlessly he displayed it day in and day out.

“Now, I believe we prep a total of 56 for the night shift. After dissembling them, they get placed into a salt brine to allow the skin to brown and crisp easier when braised or pan roasted. With an extra 4 just in case of dishes going to the wrong table or mix ups with servers not paying attention to the available par, is that correct, chef?”

Your lips turned up in a small grin and you knocked your gaze up to catch the man’s eyes. There was a fire behind them, one you were sure he was about to unleash on you in front of the entire staff. He was known for his outbursts when really upset, whether it be from someone not listening to clear instructions or a count gone wrong and messing up the rotation of dishes that could be offered that shift. Instead, he gave you a curt nod and told you to complete the prep by time the doors were to open and walked briskly away.

You spent the rest of the evening prepping the necessary things for the dinner service. You could’ve just done what had been asked of you, but you peeked at the long list of things that needed to be done by the person who had bailed on their shift, on the job and decided that the bar would be okay on a weekday night without you.

You prepped the chickens for the evening and the chickens for tomorrow’s service so the kitchen wouldn’t be behind like it had nearly been today. You had diced in perfect cubes the pickled beets for the panzanella salad and the components for the egg salad to be combined. Portioned out the ingredients for the brine and brought them to a soft boil atop a hot plate for a new batch of pickles and prepared the cucumbers with a mandolin. Sliced and portioned out the bologna and pancetta used for sandwiches, and even sliced the other components like the provolone cheese, cucumbers, and tomatoes used on them as well.

You neatly organized and legibly dated everything before breaking down the station at the end of the night. Even taking everything out of the banes and running them through dish and drying them before placing them back in their respective locations underneath the hood. Going as far as to deep clean the cooler shelves down below, wiping them down and sanitizing the entire station before putting everything back according to FIFO etiquette and wrapping it all up for the night.

The next day, your schedule was updated with two hours of prep before your typical shifts for the bar.

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Hiii , I just come with a last idea for this event , I was listening to "I want to live" , Astarion's song from Baldur's Gate 3 and I thought about "There's more to do, if we can only live. The clock won't stop and this is what we get." , like it would maybe be a good prompt ... for Rebels!Gregor x reader , please 😊

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Let Me Count The Ways

Warnings: Fluff, flirting, cuteness, kissing, discussion of cute butt, I think that's it. If I miss any please let me know.

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Gregor opened his eyes as he looked at the ceiling, reminding himself he was on a transport ship. He groaned as he rubbed his eyes, it had been way too long since he slept in one of these types of bunks. He shifted to move but stopped when he felt your arm gripping his waist. 

He chuckled lightly, even in a tiny bed such as this you didn’t want him moving away from you. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, “Cyare…” he whispered.

There was a slight smile as you hummed in your sleep.

“Cyare…”

You hummed again in annoyance.

He pressed another kiss to the top of your head, “I need you to wake up, love. Need to use the bathroom.”

“Ugh… fine…” you shifted away from him, “meanie.”

“Hey, blame my bladder. It’s what happens when you’re old.” 

You rolled your eyes at him, “I mean that you’re stealing my heater away.”

He laughed, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “Better a cold bed than a wet one.” He laughed getting up and heading to the fresher.

As you watched him leave, you couldn’t help smiling as you saw his cute butt disappear into the fresher, you decided to get up as well. You grabbed your flight suit and waited for him to finish in the refresher so you could shower. There were many things about Gregor that made you love him, but what probably made you love him most was the fact he never stopped trying to do more. Even when he had amnesia and was stuck on the god awful planet, as soon as he regained his memories he didn’t hesitate to do more. 

“What’s got you so pensive?” Gregor chuckled as he sat down beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist, and pulling you into his side.

“You.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. Just thinking about how much I love you. And the reasons I love you.”

“Oh, really? Well tell me, what are the reasons you love me? I’m all excited to hear.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your neck. 

“Well let’s see. There’s the way you smile.”

“Oh so my smile makes your little heart beat faster.”

“Shut up.” You chuckled, “There’s also the way you look at me.”

He let out a chuckle that implied more than he said, “How do I look at you?”

“As though I’m the only one you see.”

“You are the only one I see. No one else is even remotely close to your beauty, your sense of humour or even your kindness. No one else makes me half as happy as you make me.”

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, and lips, “See, that’s another reason I love you. But what I admire most of all, is the fact you never give up. You don’t back down. Ever. You always try and do the best you can regardless of the odds or what you’re facing.”

Gregor pressed his forehead against yours, gently cupping your cheek, “I didn’t think it was possible but I do believe I love you more.”

You giggled as you leaned into his touch.

“You my dear, give me too much credit though,” he clarified, “I’ve only done what I needed to do. After all, there's more to do, if we can only live. Regardless of what we may want, the clock won't stop and this is what we get. One life to live, one life to make the most of. And I’m glad I did, because if I hadn’t given it my all, I wouldn’t be here with you today.”

He moved his head back and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, “You, my love, are the best gift this galaxy has ever given me, and I’ll always be grateful for having you by my side. Always.”

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Back Tickles

Bayverse!Leo x Fem!Reader

*(ALL TURTLES ARE AGED UP! 18+)*

Warnings: None. Might be cussing.

Candles crackle softly in the dimly lit room. The cool smooth satin of Leos blue duvet cover against your bare leg as the duvet lays wrapped around your bare sleeping figure. The lair is quiet. Only Mikeys snoring and Donnie's keys tapping away as he types on his keyboard can be heard.

Leo's door opens as he steps inside, towel draped over his shoulders. Face naked, mask in hand. He shuts the door and looks over at your peaceful state. A smile tugs and the corner of his mouth. You made him so happy. He lived for you.

He steps closer to the bed, taking the towel in hand and hangs it over a chair you took to his room to do your makeup in his mirror.

Why does he have a mirror in his room? You bought a extra mirror one day while on your way to a movie night at the lair. You spent the night there once before and decided it was too difficult to do your hair and makeup the next morning in their bathroom. The lighting in the bathroom sucked, and mikey and raph have a subconscious feud of "who gets to destroy the bathroom first" in the morning. Their stomachs dont get along with pepperoni.

Leo slowly places his knee on his bed, leaning over your frame, his fingertips gently grazing your calf and up your thigh. His hand ends on your hip as he gently squeezes to wake you.

"Princess?" His voice soft, deep, low

Oh, how you loved his voice.

"Mmmhh?" You respond, barely wake.

"Move over, beautiful" he slowly starts pushing you as you move over, you feel the bed dip behind you as Leo lays down on his side next to you. Your warm lower back against his pelvis. Enough space between your back and his plastron for his right hand to creep up to your bare back and he lightly starts slowly stroking his fingers up, down, left and right. Your body bathed in goosebumps. Another soft smile tugs at his lips as rests his head on his left arm.

He is so in love with you. All his thoughts wander off as he tickles your back. It wanders to the day he first met you. He never knew a persons' smile could say so much without saying a thing at all. You smelled so sweet. You were so kind. He observed you, trying to maintain a distance.

Thoughts trail to a slip up between him and Raph a few weeks after he first met you. They had a terrible fight, at a terrible time. He had already recognized the deep feelings he has towards you by this time and Raph knew. So he pushed buttons that day.

You, Casey, Vern and April came over for chinese and before the takeout boxes were even opened, Raph and Leo were at eachothers throats. No one had a clue how it started. Leo was so outraged that he stormed off his room, just to breathe.

You, the kind and pure soul that you are, checked on him immediately. You didnt believe in bottling emotions. 'It makes you sick' you would always say. With a soft knock on his door, you call out to him. "Lee, are you alright?" After he let you in, you both sat on his bed and he just let it out. He couldn't keep it to himself anymore. He talked all that has ever bothered him and yoy sat there with an open heart and an open mind. Listening, comforting. Hes never felt so heard, never felt so assured.

All he knew that day is that you were a treasure, that he couldn't let go.

Many more memories were about to flood his mind until his thoughts get interrupted by you leaning back into him with a little stretch.

"Baby?" You look up at him with half lidded eyes,

"Yes my Angel?" He smiles rubbing your thigh.

"Hold me?"

Thats all this big boy needed to hear before he wraps his arm around your waist and you head snuggles right below his chin. He holds you close, like its the last time.

"Goodnight, Angel"

With one last kiss on the top of your head, you both drift off in the warmth of eachother.

A/N:

Ok this is my first time writing in a looong time. So i hope it wasnt too bad. I do take requests!

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Sneaky.𖥔 ݁ ˖ᝰ.ᐟ Smut~

Pilot Kelson x Reader.

🔞Minors do not interact🔞

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, oral sex (male receiver).

Pilot never thought you would be the touchy type... He doesn't complain tho.

An: God, I see little to no content about this puppy-eyed pretty boy and I'm SO tired of it, so I thought I would try to do something myself...English is not my first language tho, so sorry if anything seems kinda off, this is also my first time writing something of this kind so, with nothing more to say, enjoy! ;)

Pilot wasn't really a clingy guy, that didn't mean he didn't like to cuddle with you, it was just that he was lazy and wasn't that much of a physical person, it wasn't a big deal in your relationship.

Because you were the one who was physical.

And how could you not want to touch him? His skin felt so smooth underneath your fingertips!, his hair is fluffy and silky and he makes the cutest sounds when you massage his scalp, his eyes immediately go half lidded every single time you do.

He was a little taken aback at first, but he quickly became used to it, and then, he started to enjoy it, his lips curling on a dumb grin whenever you two are close enough and alone because that meant you would definitely try to get your hands on him.

Lately, those little touches of yours became more and more...teasing in nature.

He didn't notice it the first couple of times you did it because you were sneaky, subtly rubbing the skin on the side of his neck with your thumb when you passed an arm around his shoulders, the slight feel of your nails on his forearm, all those times you let your fingers run through his abdomen when you wrapped your arms around his waist, perhaps he was just too distracted to notice. Now that he was sitting on the couch of your shared apartment, joint in hand as he skimmed through the channels in the TV, he just discovered how thick the sexual tension between them was. It made him a little hot under the collar when he thought about it.

"Hey." Your voice called from the door as you entered your apartment, waking him up from the trance he was in, he almost didn't hear you enter.

"What you doing, babe?" You asked him, locking the door behind you as you propped yourself beside him on the couch.

"Nothing." Pilot replied, unfocused eyes blinking and darting to look at you. "Just watching TV..."

"Oh, I love this movie." You replied, your eyes glued into the screen, leaning a bit so your shoulder was resting against his own, your head tilting to rest there as well.

Pilot let his arm hang from the back of the couch, his fingers brushing lightly against the top of your back.

He exhaled a little heavier at the feeling of your body warm against his own, some anticipation building inside him. He kept his eyes fixed on the screen, feeling a tingle at the bottom of his spine at the thought of you touching him again.

You were a lot more observant than him and his reaction was the sign you needed to break the tension you had so carefully built this past weeks. Like throwing a match into a puddle of gasoline.

Slowly, your hand made its way to rest on his knee, your body shifting slightly to lean more into his own, a hum of contentment coming from your lips.

Pilot's gaze flicked to your hand on his knee for a second, the way your slender fingers curled against the bare skin and his arms moved to rest above your shoulder, pulling you further into his side. His eyes returned to the screen.

He was just so obviously excited.

Your fingers rubbed the skin of his knee. Today was your lucky day. He was wearing loose shorts, the thin fabric will make him feel your touch ten times stronger, it was also easier to remove.

Slowly, little by little, you tested his sensitivity, letting your fingertips graze him so delicately, like he was made of crystal. You made your way up his thigh.

His breath hitched on his throat when your fingers slid underneath the fabric, your thumb tracing circles on his inner thigh, so close, so damn close to his already half hard cock.

"What is it, Pilot?" You whispered in his ear, your lips barely touching the shell of his ear, your low voice turning him on even more than your try of being sneaky.

Pilot let out a giggle, his eyes closing briefly as that dumb grin you loved so much appeared on his face.

"You, baby. You." He replied, his voice a little raspy with the arousal pooling between his legs, the fact he had just been smoking pot making the heat in his body worse. "You're such a tease, baby."

"Oh, I am, right?" You replied, pulling your hand away from his inner thigh to place it above the growing bulge on his shorts. "Maybe you shouldn't let me."

A soft groan fell from his lips, his eyes growing glassy as his hips bucked into your hand, needing more friction.

You smirked, fully throwing the sneaky act out the window as you buried your face into the crook of his neck, nibbling on the skin in that way you knew her liked it as you felt him through the fabric, teasing him.

"Mmh...please." Pilot hissed, his eyes half lidded as he leaned his head back, giving you more access to his neck, his hips bucking up more urgently. "I feel like I'm going to explode..."

"Please what, honey?" You teased him, receiving another groan as a response, you were playing him like a kite and he was loving it.

"Please, touch me...I need you."

And with that, you were on your knees, pulling his shorts and underwear to his ankles, licking your lips.

Pilot got himself comfortable on the couch, thighs spread wide for you to work on him, his arms resting on the back of the couch as he looked down on you with his puppy blue eyes, his pupils all dilated.

His hard cock stood proud in front of you, twitching lightly, the sight making your mouth water. You wrapped your hand around his base, pumping him up and down at a steady pace, smiling to yourself when his breath got heavier.

You pressed your lips against his tip, letting your tongue flick against the pink bud, slowly licking your way down his base. Pilot choke up a gasp when you sucked at the skin a bit, his fingers digging into the cushions of the couch.

When you finally took the tip of his cock into your mouth and sucked him, Pilot moaned quietly, brows arching as his lips parted, his breathing getting a little louder.

You looked at him through your eyelashes, one of your hands still stroking him while the other was squeezing one of his thighs, the velvety inner part of your cheeks surrounding his tip as you slowly started to bob your head up and down. Your drool dripping down your chin as your tongue worked on getting him as lubricated as possible.

"Fuuuuck." Pilot muttered, one of his hands resting on the back of your head, helping your movements to take him a little deeper, your mouth was so wet and warm, it made his stomach churn the best way, he couldn't help but let out low moans at how good it felt. "It feels so good, baby."

The loud sounds of slurping you were making only aroused him more and you sucked on him harder, taking more and more of his cock into your mouth as she time went by.

You could feel your own saliva coating your fingers as you stroked him a little faster, your fingers tightening around his shaft, delighting on the way he was groaning and chanting your name like it was the only thing he knew.

"Mmmhhh." Pilot mumbled, brows furrowing a little as his expression contorted with pleasure, his fingers tugging at your hair a little, you were giving him quite a show, he bit his lower lip, his thighs spreading even further. "Harder baby, I need you suck me harder."

You gagged a little when his hand pushed your head down slightly on him, making you take him a little deeper in your mouth, his expression was so pretty.

You sucked him harder, your eyes closing as your head bobbed faster, your lips tightening around his cock.

Pilot widened his eyes, rolling to the back of his head, his mouth hanging open, he was panting, the sweetest sounds falling from her lips.

"Yes. Yes, yes, yes baby, just like that, shit!" Pilot whimpered, you could see his thighs tremble with the stimulation, his toes curling, meaning he was close.

You opened your eyes to look at him, pumping him faster, harder, to push him over the edge and have him cumming all over you, you wanted nothing more but see that pretty dumb fucked expression on his face.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He cried out, his eyes shutting as his head fell back, his fingers tightening more into your hair as his hips bucked quickly into your mouth, his jaw going slack. "I'm...I'm...Cumming!"

He whined your name, his hips sloppily pushing his cock in and out of your mouth as his hands pulled your hair slightly, his thick, white seed filling your throat, his toes curling, his legs shaking.

His orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks, making him see stars as struggled to catch his breath, his hand letting go of your hair as his body got limp into the couch.

You pulled him out of your mouth with a wet pop!, swallowing his seed to breathe properly, the bitter taste wasn't so pleasing, but the sight made everything better.

Pilot was there, his body sprawled on the couch, his breathing was still heavy from the sensations, his whole body was tingling and it felt so good, his expression completely dumb, lost in the pleasure of his body.

You sat back there beside him, your hand grabbing his own, your fingers interlacing with his own. "You good?"

He tilted his head to look at you, his eyes filled with nothing but affection as his fingers tightened around your own. "Never been better."

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Forget me Not - JJ Maybank

Summary: Heartbroken and seeking a new life English girl Millie takes up a new adventure of moving to Kildare Island for a couple of months. After a rash meeting will JJ and Millies friendship blossom or will heavy feelings get in the way.

Warnings: fem!reader, wc: 1.1k

a/n: My first post! I have so many more ideas for this series so I hope you guys enjoy this little snippet and any suggestions or ideas I would be more than happy to hear! Im still figuring stuff out and can't wait to write more and talk to you guys! Any help in appreciated enjoyyyyyy!!!

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The American Dream. That’s what they sold to me, ‘You’ll be living the American dream out there, in the sun all day!’ Still, I find myself unfulfilled in my own life and more isolated than ever.

I came all the way out here to the East Coast to find some type of miracle ‘new me’. Yet, I’m still just me. Heartbroken, broke, depressed and lonely. Nothing has changed since I discovered my boyfriend, was cheating on me with his Uni friend who was just ‘a really close friend’. I thought travelling halfway across the world from rainy depressing England to the sunny shores of the outer banks would bring new opportunities and new people. But the only people I’ve talked to are the airport security and the bus driver, and only new discovery I’ve made about myself is that I really don’t like hostels over the two weeks I’ve been here.

At this point I feel numb to everything and a need to push myself to do something, anything! That’s probably what led me to make this decision.

Siting on the sand its low-tide and the swell is consistently bringing in new waves. I sit running my hand through the sand watching a surfer, a boy my age with dusty blond hair, as he rips another wave. New people new opportunity’s is what I chant to myself as he departs the water and starts walking up the beach, his board tucked snuggly under his arm.

Now more dedicated than ever to riding my first wave I walk straight up to him and blurt out “can you let me ride your board”.

He looks up at me confused at first then surveys my outfit giving me a glance up and down. “That’s not exactly surfing attire” he says with a half grin as he roughly dries his hair with a towel. Looking down at my hoodie and shorts i sigh. With adrenaline filling my veins I start stripping out of my clothes until I’m left in nothing but my bright pink bra and a mismatching purple thong. He watches me the whole time, the towel now around his neck

“You sure now how to make an impression miss brit, do you even know how to surf?” he asks. I give him my hardest stare I could muster stuffing down the rising anxiety starting to bubble up in my throat. “Here. I’m all ready to go just let me ride it… I’m sure it’s not even hard” I say crossing my arms across my stomach realising how exposed I truly am In front of this stranger. He scoffs at my statement and puts his board out In front of him for me to take. Shocked he actually is letting me use his board I take it from him stumbling slightly at the unexpected weight of it.

He smothers a laugh with his hand as I unsteadily waddle into the water struggling to hunk the heavy board into deeper water. Once at knee high level I place the board down and clumsily lay on it stomach first. I start to paddle out into the swell, but before even making it all the way out a wave comes rolling foreword right In front of me. Desperately I try to turn but it’s no use. The wave comes crashing down on top if me and I feel myself roll under both the board and the wave, being sucked under the water. I battle to try and break free out of the water for a breath when I feel an arm wrap around my waist and hoist me up. I cough and clutch onto the thing holding me afloat wrapping my legs and arms around it like a pole.

Coughing I feel and hand stroking me on the back and hear a voice “That’s it, get all the water out, just don’t puke on me please” Shocked that my safety net is now talking and moving I push away from it facing none other than the boy I got the board from. He has one arm wrapped around the board while floating in the water, I instinctively grab onto the other side of the board.

“Get on let me take you back to shore” Mortified I make no eye contact and wordlessly climb back onto the board. He joins me, both of us straddling the board facing each other. He doesn’t move and neither do I, my feet dangle in the water as I look down at the board. “That was a nasty crash out are you sure you’re, okay?” His tone has changed, and he sound somewhat sincere instead of his previous sarcastic tone. “Yeah, I’m fine. I shouldn’t have attempted that I just thought… I thought I should try something new”.

The sound of the waves is the only thing that occupies the space between us. “What’s a British girl doing all alone on Kildare Island huh?” he asks. “It’s a long story you-“ I start. “Well, we’ve all the time in the world because you can’t get back to shore without me” I let out a breathy laugh and debate telling him the full pitiful story.

The silence is defining so I quickly begin to fill it. “I got cheated on by the person I thought I would grow old with, then moved back into my parents’ house, quit my job, dropped out of University and took all my savings and came out here” He doesn’t say anything and just stares at me. “I thought it would change my life, I’d meet new people, go on a self-discovery journey and go back to England a better version of myself… But I’m still just as sad as I was when I arrived” I say as I finally look up at him.

He doesn’t say anything for a while, we sit in a comfortable silence. “Oh, I’m Millie by the way” I say with a laugh as I offer my hand out to him. He looks from my hand to me and cracks a smile “JJ Maybank at your service” he says in a not so well British accent while clasping my hand in a handshake.

“Well Miss Millie I think it’s time you try something new and catch your first wave” “Oh no its ok I don’t want to be a bother we can just go back to shore” I say in a rush. “Nope no way, we’re catching a wave in. Here lie down on your stomach”

I do as he says and lay on my stomach as he does the same behind me and starts paddling out. “Let’s go baby big wave coming in! Hold on Mills!” He says as he turns and starts paddling toward the shore. We get picked up by the wave and are pushed into the shore. Feeling like I’m flying I let out a yell and start laughing as JJ also whoops from behind me. I feel the tension ease out my spine and allow myself to revel in the moment, feeling free and infinite on this board with a boy I just met for the first time in months.

[itzmnne-3-111]

♡ “No… no, not dearer than you” ♡

Pt. 5!

”I love you! You may as well take my heart Catherine, it’s already full of you.”

“Please go!”

“What is it? What’s wrong my dear?”

Waking up to rays of sunshine peeking through your windows trying to get up but the tug of a broad hand on your waist pulls you back down then you hear a groan then a man’s hushed voice “Jus’ stay here love I’ll feed em’ later..” came from behind you

Turning your head to see closed eyes and messy dirty blond hair behind you “Simon?” You said quietly only a subtle ‘hm?’ Came from him in response turning back around and closing your eyes with a smile “you stayed?” You asked him “Corse I would car really can’t go anywhere you know..”

He said a comfortable silence loomed over the both of you as you felt his cheek rest on your shoulder “Not like I’d wanna leave anyway..” he said more in a whispered tone. You both sat there cuddled up on the couch with your dog sleeping below before you noticed the sun “what…what time is it?” You asked him getting a bit nervous “0950 love” he said as he held up his watch and showed you the time. You shook your head “0950?” You said a bit confused “ ‘member what I taught you” you slowly nodded then thought 9:50? Wait…9:50!? You quickly got up out of his arms and ran around looking for your phone as Simon quickly got up after you did and watched you

“Shit shit shit shit!” You said as you picked up your phone from the kitchen and tried not to drop it “Fuckin’ hell what is it?” Simon said as he yawned and stretched “Work Simon! I have work!” He sighed and walked behind you as you tried to type your boss a quick reply he hugged you close “Work can wait hun” you turned your head so fast it made your neck crack a bit before you turned back around quickly to rub the back of it “No!…shit..no it can’t I literally can’t be late to work again this week!” He sighed and stared at you as you tried to fix your hair/face “And why’s that?” You paused and looked up at him with a stressed smile “Cause I will get fired if I’m late again this month!” You said through gritted teeth before you rushed upstairs.

Simon looked at the dog that’s now standing and staring at him quite obviously confused as well “Women am I right Riley?” He said before going upstairs after you just to see you taking clothes out of drawers to find your work outfit he stood there on his phone before he chuckled “love” you groaned as you couldn’t find the matching gray sock to the one you found in a drawer “kind of busy!” You said annoyed.

He walked in the door and stood beside you as you looked through your closet for the remaining sock “Love” he said a bit louder than before “can’t talk at the moment!” You half yelled starting to get agitated a soft and raspy laugh was heard before he put his callous hand on your shoulder “Love it’s Saturday” he said you stopped and got your phone from he bed and looked at the obvious ‘SATURDAY, JAN 29’ over the time. Oh is all that you said before you got a text from your boss telling you no need to apologize if no one’s at the office. You gave yourself a mental face slap before you looked at Simon standing there softly smiling at you a mumbled “sorry..” is what you said before he hugged you and kissed the top of your head.

“It’s alright love.”

hope you guys had a great day! And I’m sorry for the late post I was with my cousin all day 😭🙏🏾

but I love you guysss and I hope you enjoy the new chapter! ^^ 🩷🩷🩷

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Lover

Chapter Four: Karma

Warnings: Smut, oral, penetrative sex, 18+ themes, fluff.

Word Count: 3.4k

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The reception lasted until about three in the morning. Elena and Mark left around ten since that was when they usually stayed up. Jay was the same. Even with half her friends gone, Avery had an amazing time watching Sammy try to hit on people from Jensen's family. She even danced as much as she could in her large dress—not just with Jensen but with Misha, Nate, and Felicia. Jacob wasn't one to dance. He was the type to sit at his table and eat scraps off his plate or drink a liquor of some kind as he watched. 

“Still can't believe this?” Nate asked when he and Avery sat down, away from Jensen who was dancing with his sister. 

Avery shrugged bashfully, glancing down at the tablecloth. “Not really. Seems like it was just yesterday I was dreaming about going to the brewery. And only that.” She admitted with a light laugh. 

Nate nodded as he took a sip from his glass. There was a honey-like liquid inside. Whiskey. “You've grown up.” He smiled softly.

“Yeah.” Avery chuckled. 

She had always thought she grew up a little too fast because of all the things she had to go through. But maybe she was just tall. Of course, Avery was a mature individual, even before she met Jensen, but this seemed to solidify it somehow. Marriage was a grown-up thing to do. She was devoting the rest of her life to being with someone. 

That someone just so happened to be someone she watched on her TV. 

Once back in their cabin, Avery took off her large dress and hung it up in the corner of the room. In exchange for the dress, she wore one of Jensen’s intentionally large sweaters. It stopped at mid-thigh on her. 

Jensen stripped off his blazer and tie with the top buttons of his shirt haphazardly undone. He pressed his lips to Avery's cheek. “Now… An Impala is waiting to be christened, Mrs. Cairo-Ackles.” He teased in her ear, hands on her waist as he pulled her against his chest. 

Avery turned her head and let out a small laugh. “Alright, Mr. Cairo-Ackles.” 

Their cabin was out of the way of the others, by design. They just hoped no one decided to go on a night hike. Knowing Misha, it was a possibility. Even then, he knew better. The Impala was parked right outside the cabin. Over time, it had become Jensen’s car of choice instead of his modern sedan. It was great to haul a lot of stuff in and well…. Great for stuff like this. 

Jensen lay in the backseat as Avery climbed over him, closing the door behind her. As the door slammed closed, Jensen grabbed her shirt and pushed it over her head. What he was met with made him nearly choke on his own saliva. 

“See something you like?” Avery winked. Instead of the bra she usually wore, she had pasties on. They were black and in the shape of a heart. Jensen gulped. “I'll take that as a yes.” She pressed a kiss to Jensen’s lips as she began to unbutton his shirt. 

Jensen drew in a shaky breath as he let her undress him. The pasties were a look. One he liked. He was pulled back into reality when Avery started to unbutton his pants. “No, no, I-I had a plan but then you… fuck. You—” He paused, stopping her.

“Fuck me what?” Avery looked at him, amused.

Jensen cursed at himself for getting distracted. “Shush. I just… Fuck, I need you in my mouth again.” He breathed, running a hand up Avery's thigh. He squeezed slightly, loving the way her skin felt.

Avery licked her bottom lip in thought. She genuinely didn't think Jensen would want that again. Or crave it. “Okay.” She resigned herself from Jensen and sat back on the leather seats of the Impala. 

Jensen let out a breath as he adjusted his position to get in between Avery’s legs. He slid off her underwear and pressed kisses to the inside of her thighs as he lifted her legs over his shoulders. His fingers traced over the dark lines of her tattoos on the front of her thigh. Screw boobs or butts, Jensen was a thigh man. He bit on a particularly thick part of her thigh, causing Avery to let out a light moan. 

“Honey,” Avery pushed a hand into Jensen's hair, messing it up in the way she loved. “C'mon.” She knew he wanted to take his time and ravish her, but she was getting impatient.

Jensen smiled smugly up at Avery, pressing his fingertips into her skin as he pressed a few kisses on her tip. He kept his hand on Avery's thighs as he took her in his mouth. 

He had been wanting to do this again for such a long time. He wasn't even sure. Likely since the last—and only—time. Jensen wasn't sure he'd want to admit how many times he'd thought about it. They have had a few escapades at night since Avery's birthday but they were few and far between and usually included Jensen getting fucked so well that he couldn't form words for a while after. Avery liked pleasing him. Jensen just wanted to return the favor. 

Jensen had nearly forgotten just how much he liked this. The weight in his mouth, Avery’s noises, the taste. He missed it. He wasn't even aware that was something he could miss. 

Avery watched with dark eyes as Jensen started to move his head. She forgot just how good he was at sucking dick. Not perfect—was anyone?—but amazing. “Honey, shit—” She panted heavily, scratching at his scalp. “Fuck.”

Resisting the urge to smirk—partly because his mouth was busy—Jensen focused his attention on the head of her cock. As his tongue pressed against her slit, Avery drew in a sharp breath. Jensen looked up at her and knew he had done something right. 

Avery let out a choked moan, a crease between her eyebrows as she let the pleasure wash over her. “Fuck, honey! I—” The muscles in her legs started to tense as desire built in her stomach. “Keep–Keep going. Such a good boy.” She wanted to pull harder on Jensen’s hair but she refrained, not wanting to accidentally pull him off. She liked this. Maybe a little too much.

Jensen had no plans of stopping until Avery came. In his mouth this time. Even if he liked the fluttery feeling it gave him when it was on his face. 

Digging his palms into the flesh of Avery's thighs, Jensen kept at it. Sucking and feeling up every inch of her cock with his tongue that he could. His brain buzzed louder each time his head bobbed down. Being distracted, Jensen had to remind himself to breathe through his nose a couple of times. He needed Avery to feel good, he didn't care if he died in the process. 

Would be a nice way to go out.

“Shit, Jay—” Avery hissed softly as Jensen grazed her cock with his teeth. Her leg jerked at the contact, driving into his back. He didn't let it distract him. “Fuck, please—I’m close.” Her lips parted as she stared down at Jensen between her legs. She'd never get used to seeing him in this position. So eager to please, lips red, and pupils so dilated she could only see a ring of green. 

Jensen let out a hum as he glanced up at her chest. He liked watching how her chest rose and fell as she breathed. His own pulse quickened. Avery shivered as she let out a pant and drew in a shaky breath. 

She came a moment later. Jensen quickly swallowed everything he could. Letting her go from his mouth, he licked and kissed at her tip. He wanted to drink every last drop inside her but he refrained. 

Avery brushed Jensen's hair away from his face with her hands. “As much as I love seeing you like that,” She pulled Jensen up to be face to-face with her and ran her hand down his exposed back. “I think I like seeing your face when I'm fucking you better.” She whispered into his lips. 

Jensen happily leaned into her lips, wrapping his arms around her neck as she worked his pants open. Avery had to pull away to focus on shoving them down his legs, leaving Jensen to nip and kiss at her neck. With a gasp, he was pushed down onto the seats once he was completely bare as Avery climbed over him. 

Avery pressed a few kisses to his chest—particularly where she saw some freckles—with a hand on his shoulder to ground herself. Jensen watched with hooded eyes, licking his bottom lip absentmindedly. He couldn't believe his life. He had someone who loved him so wholly—so deeply. 

“I'm gonna assume there's no lube in here?” Avery chuckled softly, a hand on Jensen's thigh as she settled in between his legs. 

He coughed a little, embarrassment flooding his chest. He might have forgotten about that. Too distracted. “No, but—uh,” Jensen wasn't sure why he was so flustered. He'd done this with Avery before. “I prepped myself earlier.” 

“When was this?” Avery cocked an eyebrow.

Jensen ducked his head, feeling a heat cross his cheeks. “This morning.” 

Avery thought so. That was more than twelve hours ago. “It probably helped but… this might hurt a little.” She whispered softly. “I'm gonna prep you best I can, okay?” 

The addition of lube would certainly help but she didn't want to completely ruin the mood by getting dressed, making her way into the cabin, trying to find lube, come back, and get undressed. Jensen didn't want to wait either. Why would he? Avery was completely naked—save for the pasties—her freckled chest was heaving, the muscles in her arms were well-defined, and her makeup made her look more ethereal than he already thought she was. 

“Take a deep breath,” Avery advised softly. Jensen nodded as he sucked in a breath. She inserted a finger inside him. He made a small noise. It was only a bit painful. He was glad he knew well enough in advance to try and prep himself. “That's a good boy.” She sighed. 

Jensen groaned softly after Avery added another finger—only when she felt he was ready for it. “Please, sweetheart, I-I need you.” He whined. The feeling of her fingers stretching him was agonizing. He was desperate and felt more and more desperate as time went on. 

Avery shook her head. “Not yet. Be patient.” She continued her work even after he kept whimpering about how much he wanted her dick inside him, not her fingers. She pressed a kiss to Jensen's lips to soothe his whimpers. “It's okay, honey, you'll get what you want.” 

Jensen leaned into Avery's kiss, expertly slotting his nose against hers. At this point in their relationship, he could care less about his nose bumping into the bridge of her glasses. His hand maneuvered onto her solid shoulder, the place it seemingly always made its way to. 

Avery sighed against his lips. She withdrew her fingers and replaced them with her dick, softly pushing into Jensen. His jaw dropped open in a silent moan, allowing her to nip at his neck. He always thanked whatever was out there for Avery and how she treated him—how she made him feel so much. 

“Avery, fuck—”

“Shhhh, relax.” Avery nipped at Jensen's jaw. She liked being rough but not right off the bat. Jensen still needed to adjust to the feeling of her inside him. “More deep breaths for me?” 

Jensen whimpered softly, he didn't want to wait longer but nodded. He breathed, adjusting his legs so they wrapped around Avery's waist. Something about it made him feel like she was deeper. “Please.” He couldn't even begin to express how much he needed her. Craved her. 

“You sure, honey?” Avery hooked a finger under Jensen's jaw, tilting his head so he looked in her eyes. 

He had to resist the urge to whine in response. “Yes–fuck–Avery, I need you to start moving!” Jensen hissed. 

“Bossy,” Avery teased playfully. “But I understand.” She knew that if she was in the same situation Jensen was in, she'd be plenty impatient too. Her hips started to jerk at a steady pace. She busied Jensen by pressing their lips together, swallowing down any moan he made with her mouth. 

Jensen cupped Avery's cheek with his left hand, face contorted in pleasure. He didn't even realize they were consummating their marriage. Another sign that, hopefully, they would be together in life and in death. In all the amazing and wonderful ways. In all the dark and twisted ways, too. 

Really, all Jensen wanted a year ago was a partner. One that would love him a fraction of the amount Avery would. And then he met Avery. And he was pleasantly overwhelmed with her love for him. He didn't even know half the ways he could love someone. Avery taught him new ways. He loved the new practices. 

Like this. 

He hadn't imagined he would be the one getting fucked in the back of the Impala when it first came under his possession. Avery quickly changed his mind to the point where it was all he could think about for a while. 

Avery let out a moan against Jensen's lips, the thrust of her hips faster as she set her palm against the glass behind his head. The car started to shake, making a small creaking noise, each time she drove into Jensen. “I love you.” She looked into his eyes as the words slipped out of her.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” Jensen breathed, appreciating the way her lips parted as she stared down at him. Compared to their previous times together, this felt a lot less rushed—even if he was needy—and more soft and sensual. 

He never would have thought he would be so in love with someone so much younger than him. But Avery was the woman for him. Her smile made his day better and her laugh brightened it like the sun. 

And then there were her choked moans. Jensen could get himself off just listening to those. If she'd let him.

“Fuck!” Jensen hissed as Avery hit his prostate at just the right angle. 

“There it is.” Avery smirked. “That feel good?” Her eyes held a teasing glint. She wanted to hear him say it. 

Jensen grunted out a “Yes.” He shifted his eyes to her lips. Her red lipstick was still somehow impeccable, the pigment didn't budge at all. But he was acutely aware of the red marks in the shape of her lips on his chest. “Avery, I need–”

“I know, honey.” Avery had begun to get a divine sense regarding Jensen. He needed a little more and then he'd come undone. “Shit… I'm with you.” She knew her orgasm was building just like his. “Just—ah—Just,” She pressed her forehead against Jensen’s, glasses steaming up at the heat from their bodies. She didn't mind. “Cum with me?”

“Yeah, yeah, okay.” Jensen agreed eagerly. There was so much tension in his body that he just wanted to release. 

As if a tidal wave on the shore, it happened all at once. Jensen came first and, not more than a second later, so did Avery. A whimper of Avery's name left his lips, legs shaking as they brought her closer. Avery gasped as she was pulled into Jensen's chest. 

Jensen cupped Avery's face as he brought her in for a kiss. She quickly leaned into it. For a little while, they stayed there. Simply enjoying the feel of each other.

Until Avery became aware of the cold night air creeping into the Impala, making the hairs on her arms stand up. “Honey, we need to get inside.” She whispered as Jensen tried to capture her lips again. 

“Do we?” He whined softly. “I'm comfortable right here.” Jensen ran a hand down Avery's spine.

Avery rolled her eyes, unimpressed. “You won't be in the morning.” As much as she loved the Impala, she had a feeling sleeping overnight in it wouldn't be good for her back. And an unsuspecting hiker could always catch a glimpse of them in the morning. Avery wanted to keep the look of a thoroughly fucked Jensen to herself. 

“Fine.” 

averyxcario: after some years, ive finally made it out of the country!!! to paris no less. 

Avery hummed as she scrolled on her phone, taking a bite out of her croissant as she and Jensen sat outside the café they got their lunch from. He had a mug full of espresso that looked comically small in his hand. 

“You never did tell me how you know French.” Jensen cocked an eyebrow at her. She had ordered their meal in perfect French that could fool anyone into thinking she was a native. If they didn't recognize Jensen as an American immediately. 

Avery shrugged, “Four years in high school plus one in college.” She set her phone down. “Plus I had a friend who was learning French too, we would speak together sometimes.”

“Had?”

“He's the one we don't speak with much anymore.” Avery explained as her eyes shifted to the Eiffel Tower in front of them. 

It was fairly early in the morning but there were crowds nonetheless. Avery was glad they booked a hotel right outside the tower so they didn't have to go to the park if she wanted to take pictures. 

Jensen nodded in understanding. “Ah.” 

A few more minutes passed and Avery had finished her croissant as Jensen finished up his espresso. They opted to walk around for a little while. 

They didn't exactly have plans, it was their honeymoon, so why would they completely plan it out? Avery wanted to find the cafés locals liked, favorite bars, underrated museums instead of the Louvre, and maybe find a few hole-in-the-wall restaurants. If such a thing existed in Paris. They had to if they existed everywhere else in the world. 

Jensen had Avery's hand in his as they walked. He couldn't stop staring at the rings on her finger, conscious of the ring on his own finger. 

The rest of the day consisted of exactly what Avery wanted. A bar Jensen had never heard of that had tons of experimental drinks that Avery immediately tried. He wasn't sure how they found it in the first place, the front looked like a normal building in the city but inside was a different story. It was lit lowly, almost entirely in blacklight, and felt more akin to a club than a bar—with all the teens and twenty-year-olds especially. No wonder Avery gravitated towards it. 

Jensen didn't complain though. He went for an orange wine instead of the slew of cocktails Avery tried. One of them tasted like mushrooms, apparently. It made her grimace. She hated mushrooms. 

When they left the bar, Avery glanced up at the moon. It was full and shined down on the street around them. The street lamps were lit. There were only a few people around. It was late. Probably midnight but neither of them checked. Avery felt like she was in a fairytale. Or a Laufey song. 

Jensen wrapped his arm around Avery's shoulder, smiling absentmindedly as they walked back to their hotel. 

“You wrote me a note, cast a spell on my heart. And bewitched me.” Avery sang softly, taking his hand to twirl him in her arms. 

Jensen laughed softly as he swayed with her. He couldn't care less that they were dancing in the street in the middle of the night. She looked radiant. He couldn't stop himself even if he tried. “I’ve never been through this all-consuming, fire fuming, cursing at the moon and losing all control and crying. ‘Cause I think I'm falling.” He sang, running his hand up her shoulder. 

Avery's buzzed mind couldn't believe she got Jensen to sing one of her favorite songs. To be fair, she had a lot of favorite songs. And her sober mind would be astonished too. “You bewitch me every damn second you're with me.” She breathed. 

Jensen swore his heart stopped. He knew those were the lyrics but hit him so much deeper when they came from Avery's mouth. He dipped Avery, causing her to let out a noise of surprise before it was muffled by his kiss. 

“Woah.” Avery was stunned, sobered up in an instant. 

“Yeah,” Jensen sighed dreamily at his wife. His wife. It set in right then and there. “Woah.” 

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This took me literally all day. If anyone knows good free/cheap patterns for plain tight pants and shirts for the various MH G3 body types, at this point I'm willing to abandon trying to pattern stuff myself 😅 I thought my human sewing experience would help me, but usually I just make things a bit big and continually take them in, which doesn't work very well at doll scale...

An example of how many patterns I went through, fronts on top and backs on bottom. I also made some separate bottoms which informed the changes in the legholes from V3 to V4. I actually haven't even tried the final version of the bodysuit on the doll, I'm just kind of trusting it works because V3 mostly fit with just some awkwardness (mostly around the leg and armholes). Originally I did intend to make her bodysuit out of two different fabrics and then just draw on the small detail of her waistband, but I couldn't find any fabric that came close to the color of the top half of her bodysuit at the store, so I resigned myself to making a one-piece and "dyeing" it with fabric marker (this is why I haven't tried it on: the marker needs plenty of time to dry before putting on so it doesn't stain her) and honestly I'm glad I did because as you can see, patterning this simple bodysuit was hard enough!

The leggings look like a mess in the back. I honest don't know how they got so messed up. When I was making one leg and testing the fit, and there was always plenty of room in the back, but when I made the pair and sewed them in the front first, they came nowhere close to meeting in the back and I had to sew in a scrap to extend them. The bodysuit and cape will cover all of that, though. Technically I could have made these as legs attached to the bodysuit, this just seemed easier. It will be more accurate and if it ends up leaving a waist/seamline under the bodysuit sobeit.

I want to use patterns in the future just to cut down on the frustrating trial-and-error re-patterning, re-cutting, and resewing because that part took literal hours without enough satisfaction as a pay-off, but I am proud of what I've put together! Just burnt out on sewing, but that's fine because that phase of the project is done. All I have left for the clothes is affixing the cape to the shoulders, but right now the velcro glue is drying there in addition to the marker, so I'm waiting. I went with an unusual pattern of a bodysuit sewn up on every normal seam except the shoulders, which is where the velro is. This way I slip the bodysuit up her legs like you would with shorts. I did this because I wanted to minimize arm movements as much as possible since every one both rubs a bit of paint off and deepens the crack on her left bicep mod. Making the clothes not require any arm movement to put on seemed like the best call, and the shoulder seam will be covered up by the... shoulder pauldron things, anyway.

I'm suspecting already I might redo this doll some day, and if I do that, I'm definitely going to skip the body mods. They were a good experiment, but they were difficult to work with and necessitated me to use way more paint than I wanted to due to how different their starting color and texture was to the rest of the doll. The main reason for revisiting would be to fix the body repaint so she's a lot easier to pose/redress and I can make all her various outfits and enjoy playing with her in them. I'm definitely going to think hard about what I can do for the future body repaints in this series since most will necessitate them, but I guess I can do Mermista and Catra first in the meantime lol (I'm still holding out hope for a G3 Nefera that will make a perfect Netossa... We'll see) and for the most part I'll stick to using the doll's natural skin color for OCs/random customs.

Next steps: Wig cap, wig, pastel blushing on the body and face to color-correct her skintone and add depth, and then finishing up the faceup as I seal those layers of pastels. Once everything's sealed, I can finally dress her, so for now I'll just attach her cape tomorrow and then set them aside. Shoulder pauldrons will be made out of foam clay somewhere along the way, maybe the boots as well though I am a little stumped on them. I have no idea how to do the gloves without painting them on, which will limit her outfits since she's always wearing different ones, so for now I'm leaving them off, but eventually I might settle on a pair for her to use across outfits.