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it’s been so long…

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, virginity loss, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: your new neighbour brings intrigue and a bit of danger.

Characters: ex-con!Bucky Barnes

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"Wow, uh, I'd say that's a lot but it's really not much," you snort at Angelique as she comes out of your bathroom in a tiny string bikini. The leopard print is loud on the tiny triangles barely concealing her tits and a few other parts. 

"Not all of us are nuns like you," she retorts and sticks out her tongue. 

"I'm not a nun," you roll your eyes. 

You're not exactly modest yourself. You like your booty shorts and your cropped tops. And when you're lazy enough, you can be caught walking around in your purple track pants that read sex bomb across the ass. Not exactly classy, but fun. 

"Right, right, sure," she scoffs. 

"That's a low blow," you hiss. 

"Well, it's the truth. What's that now? Twenty-two and you're as pure as the blessed Mother Mary." 

"You're a fucking bitch," you sneer. 

"I am," she grins and shakes her tits. "But the guys love it." 

"You are so dumb," you scowl. 

"Try a smile, babe, and maybe someone will want to get it in." 

"Wow, did you just come over here to be awful?" 

"No, I came over to have fun. Loosen up, have some vodka." She insists. 

"Oh, no, I get it, you came to drink my booze," you accuse. 

"Look, it's hot enough out that I don't need you breathing down my neck. You invited me over," she snips. 

"Regretfully," you tweak your brow. 

"Boo, get you're fucking swimsuit on. I'm dying." She crosses her arms and drags her feet across the floor. She grabs her drink; some strawberry kiwi juice and too much vodka. 

"Why don't you go start?" You ask. "Better than pouting over your drinking problem." 

"Cuntttttt," she growls the last consonant. "Oh, you are the worst." 

"Isn't that why you love me?" You blow her a kiss and skip into your bedroom. 

You better keep up with her so you can put up with her. Vodka and orange juice should do the trick. A little less sickly sweet. You pull out your bikini. The sides of the bottoms are silver hoops and there's another between the bra cups. It's not exactly a nun's habit, is it? Especially with your tits. 

As you come out, you tuck in your left boob, the bigger one. Angelique swirls around her glass before emptying it. It's barely noon. 

"You know, you'll probably be drunk before you even get a tan," you chirp. 

"Probably," she shrugs and spins. "Come on, I'm bored." 

You huff and stomp around her. You pour yourself some vodka then find the carton of orange juice in your fridge. Hm, only enough for one drink. Nice of her to bring mixer for both of you. You dump it in with the vodka and head for the door. 

You grab your sunglasses before you step out into the sunlight. It's blazing hot. You slurp back the orange juice laced with alcohol and look around. You don't have much but it's yours. Somewhat. The sunburnt grass and cracked walkway. That's really the dream home. 

You put down your drink on the folding table under the mailbox and grab the kiddy pool leaning against the siding. Angelique makes no effort to help. You don't expect her too.

You drag it over onto the lawn and go around to unwind the hose. You unwind it and haul it back with you, tugging out the kinks until it reaches the pool. You'd do this all in the backyard but there's too many ant hills. 

You hold the hose and spray it into the plastic pool. As you do, you notice the peculiar dark shape in the next lot; a motorcycle. There's boxes on the other side of the duplex porch. Huh, they must've found a new tenant. 

Angelique pops open a bottle of tanning lotion and generously applies it over her arms and chest. She's shining as she smears it over her sandy skin. You'll put on some actual SPF when you get a minute. 

You wiggle the hose as you grow bored of filling the pool. Your mind wanders. She always has to say something. Always has to embarrass you. Never lets you forget every time you struck out. Well, you're just a little awkward. Maybe you should stop giving a fuck. Like her. 

"Oh, summer feels so good," she struts over with her drink and steps into the pool.

She sits and shivers so her pert tits jiggle. A top like that would do nothing but go missing under your chest. As she reclines and basks in the sunlight, you sigh. 

"Gee, Ang, thanks for all your help." 

"No problem, girly." She smirks and bends her leg, swaying it as you notice the neighbours across the street gawking. The two pot-bellied men who meet up to gripe on their lawn chair. Ew. 

You drop the hose in and go back to the porch. You dip inside for your bottle of sunscreen and come back out. You work at rubbing it in. You'll wait a bit before you get in so it doesn't wash off. It's no Hawaiian coast but that small dented pool is your only relief from the summer heat. 

Angelique swishes her second drink in the glass. You don't think she'd help with your back. She's in her own little bubble. As usual. 

You hear the snap of the door behind the wooden crisscross that blocks the other half of the porch. You glance over at the shadow that passes by. The unit's been empty almost since you got there. No tenant stayed longer than a month. 

The man tramps down his stairs and to the motorcycle leaning on its kickstand. He digs around in the saddle bags then turns. As he does, you catch his eye and give a half-smile. You wave weakly as he keeps going. Oh. 

You blink and look at Angelique. She's completely unaware; of your new neighbour or her audience. Two teen boys pass by in a not so subtle detour from their side of the street. You grimace but they're not looking at you. 

You turn the bottle in your hands. That man. He's kinda handsome, if he is a bit older. His long hair is a mix of fading brown and grey. His beard is seasoned with silver and his blue eyes shine boldly. And his jawline. That's to die for.  

Why had you been so hung up on boys your own age? 

The thought make you cringe. Are you serious? Angelique is right. You're too desperate. 

“Anj,” you approach the pool. 

“If you’re not offering to refill my drink, I don’t want to hear it.” Her eyes are closed behind the dark lenses. 

“Why are we friends again?” You mutter. 

She just giggles and finishes her drink. Nope. If she wants more, she can get it. You spin away and catch sight of that man again. 

Your new neighbour grabs a box from the stack on the front porch. You step up to the property line and smile. He doesn’t notice you as he disappears inside. 

There’s not much. The boxes are dusty, marked with the logos of the local storage facility, and his motorcycle is the only other thing there. He must’ve had the stuff dropped off. 

He emerges again and you wave, “uh, excuse me? Hi. Neighbour?” 

He pauses and his shoulders tense. He faces you slowly. His left arm is covered in ink. The patterns are intricate. His other arm is marked with scars. 

You introduce yourself as you sidle up the property line. He stares. 

“It’s nice to meet you.” You say. He still doesn’t answer. “What’s your name?” 

He looks up then back at you. “Bucky,” he grits out. His voice is sexy. 

“Oh, Bucky? That’s cute,” you say. “Say, neighbour, can I ask a favour? I’ll bring you a casserole for your trouble.” 

He considers you, “don’t gotta do that.” He crosses his arms. His biceps bulge and so do your eyes. He is built. 

“Oh, but I wouldn’t mind, it’s just...” you peek over your shoulder at Angelique as she lazes in the water. The sun beats down on you hotly and sweat beads on your nape. You look at Bucky. “I can’t reach my back.” You show the bottle of sunscreen and smile sheepishly. “Could I get a hand?” 

He grumbles and tilts his head. He looks you up and down. 

“I really don’t wanna burn. It’s so hot out.” You plead. 

Reluctantly he unfolds his arms and comes down the porch steps. He approaches and his chest decompresses visibly as he exhales. He extends his palm to you. You press the bottle into it. 

“Thanks!” You let go and shimmy then turn your back to him. 

There’s a moment before the lid clicks. He still doesn’t speak. You hear the lotion squirt and brace yourself. He smears it, barely touching you. As the lotion only slides over your skin, he sighs. He shifts and rubs it in more firmly. You push back against his strength, arching your back just slightly. 

Your heart races. His hesitance is disappointing. You know you’re not ugly. The reasons you got for your many rejections were that you didn’t want a one-night stand or you insisted on protection. It’s not too much to ask for. You really don’t think it’s your looks. 

“All done,” he says. 

The lid snaps shut loudly. 

You face him, your bikini top stretching dangerous as your chest bounces. His eyes flick down briefly. You nearly laugh. It’s a nice reassurance. 

“Thanks, Bucky,” you smile. 

He grumbles again and hands you back the bottle. Your cheeks are on fire. He’s so hot. He’s got that definition that makes you all fuzzy. You bet he knows exactly what to do. 

“So if you need anything, I’m just next door,” you point to your side of the duplex. “Oh, and I don’t mind noise. At all.” 

He nods. You wring your hands around the bottle. 

“But you know, if you do, I can be quiet,” you say, realising the double meaning only as your words hang between you. 

His brows rise and he dips his chin again. He turns and stalks away. He’s busy. You’re bothering him. You’ll try again when he’s not unpacking. 

Your eyes linger on his bike. That might be good place to start. It’s all harmless. You’re being a good neighbour. 

You go to your own side of the porch and put the bottle on the top step. You go to the pool and poke Angelique with your toe. “Move over.” 

She snorts but gives you room. You get in, arms around the edge, feet up on the other. She giggles. 

“What?” 

“He’s a bit... ancient,” she flips her sunglasses up and gives you a pointed look. 

“Whatever,” you shrug. 

“Even so... he’s in good shape,” she sits up slight, flattening her hands against the bottom of the pool. “Hmmm... maybe you might have a chance with the old man.” 

“You’re such a bitch,” you growl. 

“No, really. Do you think you do?” She asks. 

You furrow your brow and search her face, “why?” 

“Oh, it could be fun. How about a bet?” 

“A bet?” 

“Sure, you know, we’re going down to the beach. Got that old house by the shore and there’s only so many spots. You could have one if you can reel him in. No virgins on vacation,” she taunts. 

“Fuck, I hate you,” you sneer. 

“You love me and I know for a fact, you don’t have a chance of seeing the beach if you don’t come so...” 

You take a breath and peer over as your neighbour swings the door open once more. He’s entirely undistracted as he lifts another box. Your stomach swims with nerves. You can flirt; it’s that next thing you never got the hang over. But so far, he’s not even flirting. 

“Guaranteed?” You arch a brow in her direction. 

“Promise. It’ll give you something to talk about.” She cranes to watch, “you better hope his dick still works.” 

[anniebeckcalla]

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a secret relationship with the dreamies

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mark

the door shut behind you both as you staggered in, lips pressed tightly together, your breath coming out in heavy pants. mark pressed you against the wall, but you pulled away suddenly, pushing him away gently. ‘we shouldn't be doing this, mark. not right now.” mark’s eyebrows curved in a frown for a moment, but then he composed himself. “when will it ever be a good time, baby?” he muttered, taking your hips and pulling you towards him. you sighed, stroking the cropped hair at the back of his head when he nestled it upon your shoulder. “one day, when everyone knows about us, it'll be all day, I promise.”

jeno

the room was crowded to the brim with happy party goers of all ages; from the crawling tots to the wobbly elders. you yawned as you checked your watch- parties like this tended to tire you out. you'd only come for your best friend, as it was her family's party- oh, and her older brother…you looked up from your watch to see jeno gazing directly at you from directly across the room, his mouth raised slightly in a smile. your ears and cheeks flushed as he tilted his head in a slight nod, a subtle reminder of how much he ached to be beside you instead of what felt like poles apart.

jaemin

with one arm casually draped across the back of your seat, jaemin maneuvered the car into a shady alley, eyes trained on the back window. at last, the car came to a stop. “this should be secluded enough for us,’ he concurred. his gaze softened as his eyes landed on your lips, and he cupped your face with one hand as he leaned in to kiss you. you took your time to kiss him; there was no rush. nobody would find you two here. jaemin pulled away gently, staying so close that your lips were still brushing. “i can't wait until we can do this without having to hide away,” he whispered, his thumb caressing your jawline.

jisung

“did you do something nice with your hair today?” the girl had a huge smile plastered on her face, eyes sparkling as she gazed up at jisung. jisung smiled, but he wasn't looking at the girl. he was gazing across at you. “yes. i decided to do something special today,” he replied. “for someone i love dearly.” you beamed back at jisung, your heart bursting with more affection than you thought it could contain. none of jisung's admirers meant anything to him. it was only you, and nobody else. even if you two had to keep it on the low for now.

haechan

you let out a sigh of delight as haechan tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his hands caressing your waist with gentle strokes. you suddenly broke apart as the door shook; someone was trying to get in. you watched on in horror, trembling slightly even after the rattling stopped. “good thing i secured that door shut first, right?” haechan laughed, pointing to the sliding lock at the top of the door. he held his arms open as he walked back towards you. “i am a genius.” “don't praise yourself too much,” you laughed as haechan wrapped his arms around your waist to resume the embrace.

renjun

you yawned as you opened your eyes, smiling as you wrapped your arms around renjun's waist. in response, he traced lazy circles on your back, you nestled your head further into the nook of his neck, inhaling his soft smell of citrus and talc. whilst you were already at home, in your bedroom, your true abode was wherever renjun was. your phone pinged suddenly, and you leaned over to pick it up.

‘mum- i'll be home in 5 minutes!'

“you're going to have to go, renjun,” you sighed, and renjun nodded sadly, getting up immediately. “text me when I can come back, okay?” he said. you forced a smile on your face. “it won't always be like this-”

“I know, y/n, i know.”

chenle

“you never said we were coming to an abandoned basketball court!” you picked leaves off your jersey as you tried not to lose your balance from where you were squatted near a clump of nettles amongst other debris. chenle prodded gently at a thorn scratch on his cheek. “well, at least nobody would think to look here!” he smiled. “we're well and truly alone.” you rolled your eyes, but not unkindly. “I get the sentiment.” chenle shuffled closer to you. “I promise that I'll take you somewhere nice one day,” he said, taking your hand in his. “then we'll make it an official first date. we'll go anywhere you want.” you laid your head on his shoulder. “as long as we're together, I don't mind too much.”

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[tojisth3rdwife]

Toji wasnt much of a gossip, but you being his girlfriend, he made the occasional exception. He could listen to you rant and ramble all day if it meant being close to you. Even if he barely registered half of what you were saying.

“That bitch waits until the end of the day to call me in her office, talking bout some ‘I wanted to discuss something schedule related before you head out’..As if she couldn’t have said something that morning or sent an email.” You grumbled as you dunked the large plate into the sudsy water.

Day dreaming.

Mindless.

Dazed.

Fixated.

Words that would be used to describe the way Toji watched you.

He’d been sitting at the kitchen island on a bar stool for the last few minutes as you washed dishes in your old cheer shorts and tight cropped camisole, giving him an unobstructed view of your ass.

Heart shaped and heavy at the bottom with little dimples of cellulite you used to be self conscious about dotting your skin. If anything, that was his favorite part of your booty. He’d say it gave it character.

Not so distant memories of him burying his face between them with his tongue prodding at your hole, inhaling the scent of your pussy has him shifting in his seat. Moaning his name against the pillows and deepening your arch. Massive hands spreading your cheeks further apart while he ate you from behind, groaning in ecstasy at your taste. Something like that wouldnt be hard to do right now. All he’d have to do is get on his knees behind you and slide your shorts down just enough for him to…

“Toji.”

He blinks at the sound of his name.

“Hmm?” He grunts, head lifting from his palm.

His eyes snap up to your face when you glance at him over your shoulder, a curious brow lifted.

“Are you listening to me?” You smirk at his lazy expression and Toji’s lips tucked against eachother as he nodded, humming affirmatively so that you’d continue.

“Yeah! Of course.. your PTO thing.” He adds in confirmation that he was indeed listening. Somewhat. Despite him being slightly bricked up but you wouldn’t know it since you were too busy running your damn mouth.

You squint at him incredulously but turn away to resume scrubbing.

“Mmhm. So anyway. Then she tells me that Im not approved for the PTO I requested for my birthday trip. And I just laughed because jokes on her. I wasn’t gonna be there whether she approved it or not.”

Water ran loudly as you rinsed a large pot, and you shift your weight to favor your left leg, bringing Toji’s gaze right back to your dimpled cheeks. His tongue runs over his top lip, his eyes climbing the line your spine the way his tongue would on its way up your body after making you cum on it. Toji loved the way you’d shiver and tremble underneath him, making his dick rock hard and ready to slide inside of you. And he knew it would be easy with how wet you got.

“I told her that my request was really just for her benefit. If she doesn't approve it, Im still going.”

“Right..right..” Toji mutters, his attention effectively dividing between what you were saying at the way your cheeks jiggled slightly with even the slightest movements caused by you scraping the decrepit scrub daddy over the skillet.

He wanted to bite it.

Hell, he planned to.

As soon as you finished those dishes. Or perhaps as soon as you shut the hell up.

Whichever happened first.

“..talking about some..’oh well we’re very short staffed so I cant guarantee that I’ll be able to let you off that week’..let. Like she’s my mama or something. Bitch. I’ll call out and have her looking crazy. Anyway, what you thinking about for dinner?”

At his lack of engagement, you spare Toji another look over your shoulder. You find his hooded gaze fixed on you but nowhere near your face and you thoughtlessly glance down at yourself as if you already didn’t know what he was looking at.

“Toji….TOJI!” You laugh, and your boyfriend looks up at you again, blinking dumbly.

“Huh?” He frowns and you roll your eyes.

“Yo ass didn’t hear a word I said, did you?” You turn around to face him, rubbing your damp hands over a dry dish towel. Toji rolls his eyes with a grumpy sigh to accompany it.

“I said I was listening. Your PTO didn’t get approved but you’re taking off anyway. Fuck whatever Lauren says..”

“Lori.” You correct him.

“Lori. Laura. Whoever the fuck. Point is I’ve been listening and waiting on you to stop talking so I can bend you over.” He states shamelessly, reaching down out of your view to readjust himself in his pants.

Your brows shoot up in surprise, but his words make your womanhood jump in excitement and anticipation.

“Aw yeah?” You smirk, only for Toji to mirror you. In seconds, he’s on his feet and rounding the kitchen island to stand in front you. His cool green gaze pins you against the counter as he pressed up against you, his fingers already teasing at the elastic band of your shorts.

“Yeah, so hurry up and finish the story...”

[sandorswhore]

drank

summary: matt n his brothers go to a party. he has fun but he missed you.

warnings: drunk sex, sub!matt+mommy kink lol

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way back when, when matt and i first started having sex and figuring out our safe word, something interesting came up.

“what if i’m drunk?” i looked at him confused.

“what do you mean?”

“well sometimes when i’m drunk i get horny, i wanna have sex but i don’t want you to feel like you’re taking advantage of me”

“oh ok, uhh i mean we can still use the safe word in that situation right? ill just make sure you remember it before we start?”

“okay sounds good” he smiled at me.

the boys had some influencer party to go to, normally i’d tag along but i really didn’t wanna go anywhere, opting for one of matt’s tshirts instead of a crop top (is this line cringe?).

i knew matt wouldn’t do anything stupid at a party. furthermore, i knew nick and chris, mainly nick, wouldn’t let him do anything really stupid. i trusted him, i knew he’d feel the same about me going out, as long as he knew i’d be safe.

i decided to just sit on the couch, watch tv. i was watching criminal minds when i heard a car door outside. i could hear someone fumbling with the doorknob for a few seconds before before the lock turned and the door opened. nick walked in first, holding the door open for chris and a stumbling matt. he kicked off his shoes, slamming his hand on the wall, almost falling.

���how was the party?” i asked no one in particular.

“well they had fun” nick said, gesturing to the two younger triplets.

“it was cool, matt had too much to drink. lightweight.” chris rolled his eyes.

“be nice” i scolded. matt made his way to the couch, throwing himself over the back, sitting next to me then laying his head in my lap.

“you have fun baby?” i spoke softly.

“yes, missed you tho” i ran my hands through his hair.

“i missed you too my love” i dipped my head down to give him a sweet kiss. it quickly turned rough and needy. i pulled away, conscious of his brothers still downstairs. he let out a whine trying to chase my lips.

“you wanna go to bed baby?” i looked into his eyes, hoping he knew what i meant. his eyes were dark, not black with lust like usual, more doe-y, filled with need.

he nodded using all his strength to sit up, lifting his head off my lap. i stood up, looking back when i noticed he hadn’t moved. “cmon baby, let’s go” i tried to encourage him.

“mmmm, carry me”

“matt you know i can’t carry you, you’re too big”

“don’t be mean!”

“you know what i mean baby, you’re too strong and muscular”

“mhm”

“cmon get up, let’s go” i reached out my hand. he groaned, grabbing it and pulling with so much force i almost fell on him. i brought my other hand over, now using both my arms and all my strength to pull this man up. he finally stood up, he walked perfectly fine. i rolled my eyes, realizing he way just being lazy. he held my hand tight as i walked us up the stairs to our room. i pulled him into the room, he lets go of my hand, falling to the bed.

“how ya feeling baby?” i asked sitting next to him on the edge of the bed.

“i feel good, i missed you”

“i missed you too sweet boy”

“i really, really missed you” looking at me with his doe eyes, silently begging me to understand.

i leaned down to him pressing a sweet but deep kiss, pulling away shortly after.

“what’d you miss baby?” i whispered against his lips, pressing one more kiss to them before moving down his neck.

“your hands, your mouth, you” he whimpered the last word as i bit down into his neck, sucking a deep purple hickey into the soft skin.

“yeah? you want mommy to make you feel good? with my hands?” i ran my hands down his pants, resting my hands right next to his bulge. “with my mouth?” i placed wet kisses to his neck, grazing against the mark i left before.

“fuck yes please god yes”

“do you remember your safe word?”

“yes yes i know my safe word, just touch me already” i grabbed his face harshly.

“don’t be a brat, or ill leave you here to take care of yourself” i spat. he gave me puppy eyes.

“‘m sorry mommy”

“you gonna be a good boy for me?”

“yes yes, wanna be your good boy please”

i ran my hands up his shirt, moving them along his tummy before bringing my fingers to the hem and pulling it up. he got the hint and leaned forward, allowing me to take it off. i brought my hands down to his zipper. i began unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans when i felt him tug on the hem of my shirt. i pulled away, taking my hands off his lap to lift my shirt over my head.

when i looked back at him, his pants were down. i straddled him briefly, moving over him to the other side of the bed. i leaned down, kissing down his now visible v-line, slipping my fingers into the waist band of his boxers. his dick shot up, the tip red and needy, dripping with precum.

“aw baby. so worked up and i’ve barely touched you”

“please…”

“please what baby? what do you want?”

“need you to touch me please” i brought my hand up to his mouth.

“spit”

he did as i asked, or demanded i guess, and i brought my hand down to his cock, stroking up and down him a few times. he threw his head back, letting small moans and whines out, egging me on more.

i stroked him for awhile, focusing on the wonderful faces he made and his desperate noises. he started to squirm, trying to buck up into my hand.

“please mommy more i need more” i smirked at him, the sound of him begging was music to my ears.

i decided to be nice, letting spit fall from my mouth onto his cock before leaning down, sucking on the tip. as soon as i got used to his size in my mouth, i deep throat him, letting his tip hit the back of my throat.

this earned a loud “FUCK” from him, causing me to pull off, making him whine.

“you gotta be quiet baby, don’t want your brothers hearing how needy you are, do you?” i taunted, his cheeks turning a brighter pink. “gonna be quiet? be a good boy for me?”

“yes fuck i promise i’ll be good”

i brought my head down to his lap, taking all of him in my mouth at once. he bit his lip, the whimpers still sounding through. i sped up, going up all the way to the tip and quickly back down to the base. matt had stopped biting his lip, opening his mouth so he could let out large breaths. as i kept sucking him, his breathing turned to what could only be described as panting and fuck it was so hot.

“i-i’m close, f-fuck” he let out between pants. i thought for a second, stilling my movements before pulling off. he let out such a needy groan, i could’ve cum right then and there.

“why?” he looked to me, his eyes brimming with tears.

i gave him a kiss, feeling bad that he was upset.

“i’m sorry baby, mommy wants you to fill her up, don’t you wanna make mommy feel good?”

“yes fuck wanna be inside you mommy please god” he moved his hands up to my bra, still covering my chest.

“can you take this off? wanna see your pretty body” i smiled at him, moving my hands behind my back to unclasp it, pulling it down my shoulders making my tits bounce. i swear i could see some drool leave his open mouth. i quickly pulled my pants and underwear down, not wanting to make him wait any longer and needing him inside me.

i straddled his lap, rubbing my wet clit over his cock, still slippery from my mouth.

“ohmygod” he slurred out, making me giggle a bit, loving how much of an effect i had on him. i lifted myself up, taking him in my hand and lining him up with my entrance.

i sank down slowly on him, feeling every vein against my walls. his eyes rolled back into his head, a deep whine coming from his throat, harmonizing with my moans.

“fuck matty, so fucking big, making mommy feel so good” i bounced on him a few times before i realized how tired i was and began grinding instead.

“h-holy shit mommy, feels s’good”

“been such a good boy for me tonight baby, you wanna cum inside me?”

“fuck, yes please fuck oh my god”

i leaned down connecting our chests, moving my head into the crook of his neck. i sucked another mark into him, nibbling the rest of his neck before breathing on his ear.

“cum whenever you’re ready baby, gonna make mommy cum too” i continued grinding on him, his tip brushing the bottom of my cervix each time. i moved faster, chasing my own high. i felt him twitch inside me, sending me over the edge. i bit down on his neck, trying not to be too loud, matt cried out. between me biting him and clenching around him, his hips sputtered, unloading his cum as far into me as he could.

i let out a squeaky groan as he filled me up. there was no better feeling, his warm load sent me over the edge everytime. i came again, crying out as i clenched around his sensitive cock and began to twitch on him.

matt wrapped his arms around my lower back, trying to still my movements. we both came down from our highs, i lifted my head out of his neck, moving to look at him. his hair was messy, i could see the marks id left, his lips red from biting them so hard, his eyes glossed over.

i kissed him, passionately, there was no sexual motive behind it, i simply wanted to convey how much i appreciate him. he was incredible, in every single way, not just in bed, he was the perfect boyfriend. the perfect man.

“i love you more than anything”

“i love you too baby, so so much” he replied, brushing my hair out of my face.

i gave him another peck before moving to get off him, realizing his cum and cock we’re still inside me. he held my thighs, not letting me get up and i looked at him confused.

“will you uh- can we… sleep like this?”

“of course baby, you like how it feels? leaving your cum inside me? how tight i am around you?” i teased him.

“fuck don’t talk like that, i don’t have the energy for another round” he chuckled.

i gave him another kiss before laying down on top of him, moving carefully so he didn’t come out.

“goodnight matty” i whispered into his ear.

“goodnight my love”

a/n: hi yall, sorry i haven’t posted in a while. busy w school and on top of that we found out we gotta move. but i hope u guys enjoyed, i wrote most of this while high so if anything doesn’t make sense lmk. ALSO i am catching up on requests rn, if you requested something i promise i am working on it <3

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

That picture of Jeremy Allen White in that slutty crop top is giving me STRONG mechanic vibes. As in boyfriend changing your tires, as in hard working and manual vibes, as in dirty nasty wet sex because seeing him all dirty gets you GOING 😇

oh my GOD i'm going FERAL. based on this picture here.

smut warning !! word count on this is 1k.

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- You dread the days that Carmy decides he's going to work on his car or his bike from home. Not because you don't like having him around, no. The opposite. You like it a little too much.

- He's on your driveway, sun beating down on his tanned skin. Hair in his eyes, sweat dripping down his back, abs on show. He's got a thing for crop tops, these days. It started off as a joke, slightly, but now... now he's realised how much he likes them. They keep his back cool when he's working, give him free movement. And he likes the way you stare.

- You're fucking him with your eyes from the moment he steps outside. He can feel it, your gaze on him wherever he goes. He loves it.

- He's replaced one of your tires and changed your oil while you've been watching him like a hawk. He can practically hear your brain whirring. He might as well be able to read your mind.

- "Hi, pretty," he's smiling as he makes his way into the garage, where you've been sat on a camp chair 'reading'. It's shady in there, and you get a perfect view. Win win.

"Hi, baby."

Fuck, your voice is hoarse. You've laid all your cards out on the table accidentally.

"You good?"

"Yeah, Carm. Fine."

"Really? 'Cause you look a little flustered. Whatcha thinkin' about?"

He leans down to press his lips to yours gently, sweet as anything. As he does it, you slip your tongue into his mouth, telling him exactly what you want.

He moans and pulls away, dropping to his knees in front of you so your eyes are level.

"Oh, honey. What is it that does it for you, huh? The sweat? The grease? Watching me work with my hands?"

You chase his lips again but he stops you with a hand around the base of your throat, firm and solid.

"Answer me and I'll give you what you want."

"The shirt," you croak out. "The crop top. I get wet just looking at it in the goddamn closet."

He smirks, lazy and saccharine, eyes raking up and down your body where you sit.

"I know."

Your eyebrows shoot up.

"What?"

"That's exactly why I wear them, sweetheart. You think I don't see the way you look at me? The way your eyes are glued to my abs? How you rub your thighs together everytime I reach up or lean down? I see it, baby. Clear as day."

Turns out you weren't as subtle as you thought. Oh well. You find your confidence again, not allowing him the upper hand.

"What? Can't I look at my hot ass boyfriend? Is that a crime? You better arrest me then, Officer Berzatto. I'm guilty."

Carmy wraps an arm around your middle and pulls you off the chair in one fell swoop, laying you on the concrete floor of the garage.

"Fuck, it's cold down here."

"Stop complaining before I put that mouth to better use."

You decide it's probably best to keep your comments to yourself for a while.

Carmy presses his nose into the crook of your neck and inhales, deep and dirty. It's animalistic, the way he devours you in bed. Like a predator eating it's prey, over and over again.

"Fuck, you smell good. I wanna swallow you whole."

You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in, so his hips bump yours. Both moaning at the friction, he pulls your shirt off, attaching his mouth to any skin he can find. He's biting, sucking, nipping as he goes, marking you up real nice. You love it.

"Carm, please. Just fuck me. Been waiting for it all morning."

He cocks his head to the side, looking at you with a glint in his eye.

"Filthy fuckin' girl. Do you know how nasty you are, beggin' to be fucked on the floor of the garage? You been thinkin' about this, hmm?"

When you don't answer, he slaps your cheek, grabbing your chin with a firm grip.

"Yes, yes. Wanted you since the moment I saw you outside."

"Whore," he says affectionately, leaning down to kiss you gently.

He's ripping your pants and underwear down your legs before you can reply, throwing his own onto the pile too. He hikes one of your legs up onto his hip as he slides into you, both of you groaning.

"Fuck. You love it like this, don't you? My baby just wants my cock, doesn't matter where."

He knows exactly what he's doing, talking to you like this. You'd made the mistake of telling him once how much you loved how filthily he spoke to you in bed. From that moment on, he was a menace.

The concrete is cold and hard under your back, the movement of Carmy's hips causing you to slide. He anchors you down with a hand on your throat, the other digging into the flesh of your hip. He's not letting you go anywhere.

He leans down, whispering for you to open your mouth for him. When you do, he spits into it slowly, grinning at you when you swallow.

"Good fuckin' girl," he murmurs, biting at your lips.

You lean up and lick the sweat off his neck, nipping at his jaw as you go. Pressing your nose into his throat, you inhale, revelling in the way he smells like salt and gasoline and Carmy.

"Touch yourself for me, pretty baby. Show me what you do when I'm at work and you're thinking of me in those crop tops."

You whine in protest but do what he says anyway, throwing your head back in bliss.

"Close, Carm," you manage to choke out.

He tightens his fingers around your throat as he leans down to kiss you on the forehead, and it's your undoing. You find your release, stars blurring your vision as you tighten around him. Carmy groans, deep and drawn out, before he spills inside of you, hips slowing carefully.

"Fuck, I love you," he laughs, collapsing on top of you.

"Love you too," you chuckle, trying to take a breath despite the weight crushing your body. "Especially in that fucking shirt."

"I know," he smirks, laughing when you smack his bicep. "Crop tops. Who knew?"

You shut him up with a kiss. And then another. And then another.

[balkanradfem]

So, you might remember I started fixing my abandoned garden, and I said I was going to do it in small increments, and then I never said anything about it again. This is because, after I started doing it, suddenly the temperatures dropped below zero, and we had frost! This is appropriate in November, but it was so sudden I didn't expect it. I hadn't even planted garlic yet! And now it was too cold to work the soil. Oopsie.

However this morning I woke up, opened the window, and realized the southern wind was blowing, which means it got super warm! I immediately dressed up, grabbed my garlic, and went to the garden. I couldn't plant my garlic in the area I had already cleaned, because it's the outer area of the garden, and garlic is the #1 crop that gets stolen, so I have to plant it sneakily behind other things, invisible to prying eyes. That means I'd have to clear off another area. Here's what I'm dealing with today!

I know this looks like such a flop but honestly, this is so good for nature. All of the plants have lived their life cycle, housed little bugs and insects, produced flowers for the bees, and then got obliterated by the frost, as it should be. If I just left them be, they would slowly decompose into the soil and make it more fertile. It looks chaotic but nothing bad is going on here! I am going to make space now because there are some regulations for how community gardens should look like, and if one looks abandoned for too long, it gets taken away. I'm off to work :)

I've been working on this for 20 minutes and I found some produce in here!

I'm shocked there's a whole zucchini in there, even after the frost, I've never seen that. She's a bit of a weird texture, because she's gotten frozen, but otherwise looks good! Certainly the slugs love it. I also found a little potato plant, there could be potatoes underneath her. And in the third picture, I'm holding young garlic! I usually find this in the spring, it's interesting it's already so big, I love that.

Another little task I had planned was to find basil seeds; basil will usually grow flowers when it's allowed to grow naturally, and then the flowers create little seed packets inside of them, and after those get nice and dried up, they're ready to harvest. Here's how it looks like:

If I rubbed all those little pods together, I would be able to find tiny black-brown seeds in there! I used to do that before, extract all of the tiny seeds and store them, but later I got lazy and figured I can just save this entire mess and plant it and basil still germinates just the same.

An hour of work later, I have dug out a giant lemon balm plant out of the soil, because it was taking up too much space (no worries about her, she'll grow back in no time, they're immortal), and took out most of the grass, dead plants, and weeds. Here is the cleared garden!

I've freed two small kale plants that could still thrive during the winter, and there's a few brassicas that look willing to go to seed, which would be great for me to have more seeds from them. Now I can finally focus on the task I've come here for; to plant my garlic.

I made little holes with my spoon, and grabbed two biggest heads of garlic to plant the cloves. I'm not too fussed about it, as long as the bulbs are underground, you can't stop them from growing. If they're not in too deep, then it's easier to pull them out later! And my soil is more fertile on the surface as well. Usually during the winter, little rodends will dig a few of these out, to see if they're delicious, but when they realize it's not yummy, they just leave the bulbs on the top of soil. So I have to check on them a few times to make sure I plant them back! And they're so forgiving and strong, they just go right back to growing, bulbs are incredible.

I counted the garlic here, and there's 22 cloves, which should give me 22 heads of garlic in the late spring/early summer. I couldn't take any more pictures, because my hands were too muddy, but I planted additional two rows in a different location (in case thiefs find one location), and then I also had some of the 'spring garlic', which is a late variety, meaning it grows later, but lasts longer. Usually normal garlic will start sprouting in december, after which point it starts getting inedible, but late-variety garlic will stay fresh until spring. Planting garlic is so easy! The entire venture took me 15 minutes, and you could do this anywhere, and would be guaranteed some heads of garlic.

So watching these pictures you might think 'there's still so much weeds in here, you did not clear this off' and you're correct, I don't clear everything off! This is because I employ a different tactics in stopping weeds from growing; usually during the winter, I will cover the ground in a thick layer of dry leaves, so that light won't reach any of those weeds, and they stop growing just due to lack of sunlight. I'm not doing it this year because of one particular reason, and this reason is slugs. If I cover the ground in leaves now, they won't only protect it from the light, but also protect it from the cold. They'll prevent the ground from freezing as badly as it would usually freeze. And usually I love doing that, but this time, there are so many slugs in the ground that I want cold to eliminate. I'm going to leave my garden like this, and hope that we have an exceptionally cold winter and that slugs get deleted.

I planned to make a lentil soup today for lunch, so I'm grabbing some chives, and some kale to add to it! Kale is still thriving, and I'll be able to harvest it all winter. At this point I've been working for two hours and my pain started acting up, so I figured it was enough for today, and headed home. Here's all the stuff I brought home for lunch!

Zucchini, kale, potatoes, chives, young garlic. All great additions for my lentil soup! I love being able to get fresh food in November. The soup turned out amazing, I love lentils with potatoes and kale and garlic.

[essentiallyleaf]

day 05. thigh riding. with. sullyoon.

1689 words.

tags. 

kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, subby girlfriend sullyoon, photographer reader who gets dommy at some point, the reader is kind of a dunce in this one, i’m sorry reader, the writer is kind of stupid, and a bully, a decent amount of floof methinks, thigh riding, a note of ass play, and a note of feeding/oral fixation maybe?, squirting, freestyle punctuation, basically unedited.

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i don’t know, it’s all up in the air, really. ignorantly, leaf.

“That’s not fair, you promised we were gonna play today!” Yoona whines while stomping her feet on the parquet.

“I said we were going to play today, after I’m done with work” You correct her, matter-of-factly.

You know how much she cares. This is the first time you’re not traveling when she has a weekend off in months. She just wanted to spend it together. Maybe bake with you, and end up throwing flour and chocolate powder on each other, maybe make blue and sand colored beads, have them break and crawl on the floor attempting to fetch them for the next twenty-five minutes, and definitely have extra-long sessions of lazy sex, through meals, through bathtime, through her playing Zelda, then passing you the Switch, then through you playing Zelda. That’s what she was looking forward to doing today. To you, the fact that you can’t spend a lovely and horny weekend with your girlfriend because a client decided, the day before the deadline, that they needed the photos to “look younger, fresher!” and that the best way of accomplishing that was adding a comic book filter on them and changing all the fonts to resemble those “BOOM!”’s and “POW!”’s that your grandfather used to read while HE WAS FIGHTING THE GREAT WAR, mr. Russo! Because “that’s what kids are into these days! Superheroes!”??? And your grandfather is DEAD.

To you - as I was saying - that felt unfair. But to Yoona, whose pouting face looks sooo cute, the expectation of a weekend of fun with her boyfriend was a fair one. And as you recognize that, you realize that with your dismissive answer you were being kind of an ass.

“Hey, I’m sorry, okay?” You pat her shoulders and back, then stroke it softly as she looks down at her feet. They’re naked, just like the rest of her legs, she dropped her pants as soon as she got in your apartment, as per her habit. It started with her wearing oversized shirts (usually yours) with no shorts underneath for comfort reasons, then the tees quickly got shorter and shorter and now she’s just wearing a white cropped top and a pair of light pink panties with a tiny tiny bow in the center, leaving her entire stomach and a good half of her buttcheeks for all, or rather just for you to see. “You wanna take some selfies on the Polaroid while I finish?”

You have plenty of cameras, but that’s the one you bought for her. It’s so hip, and trendy, she said. You told her she could bring it wherever, and take pictures of the places she visits (last year she went to Japan with two of her girl friends, it was beautiful, she said, but she didn’t take many pictures; you didn’t go because you were on one of your work trips in Malaysia, and you took way too many) but Yoona wanted to leave it in your house, for “I only care about photos where I’m with you”.

“I already have…”

You are certain she made sure you were somewhere in the background of the shot, as she always does when she takes selfies.

She puffs her cheeks while pouting. She’s too adorable not to look at and too bored to sit idle on the couch for another God-knows-how-many hours. Two problems to solve.

“You wanna come sit on my lap while I work?” Sounds like a win-win.

She nods cutely. You sit at the living room table (the lighting is best here) and she follows you. Instead of sitting with her back towards you, or perpendicularly to you, though, she straddles one of your shorts-covered thighs, facing you, the exposed part of her buttcheeks in direct contact with the skin of your knee. You look at her puzzled, and maybe a little suspicious. She just smiles. That’s good enough for you. She just wants to look at you in the face, you think. Add another adorbs point to the count (4? Just about her average per 5 minutes).

As you start working, laptop in front of you, water and a tangerine on the side, she tucks her chin in your shoulder and wraps her arms around you. Then you feel a subtle movement on your thigh. It starts as a small pressure, her body seemingly getting heavier and heavier on you, and then slowly gaining speed on the sagittal axis, getting broader with each swing.

“Baby…”

She doesn’t respond, only moves her hands from your lower back up to your shoulders and widens the radius of her pendulum. You think you know where this is going.

“Yoonagi~”

She stops immediately, seemingly getting out of her trance. That’s the pet name you gave her; must have been a reward for record adorbs points in a day.

“I won’t bother you,” (while I keep doing what I'm doing, is the part of the sentence that’s only silent), she pulls her head back to look you in the eyes, the cutie pout is still there (5). “Please?”

“Try not to move too much” - says the guy who’s letting his girlfriend hump his leg while he’s editing photos on his laptop and definitely doesn’t need his hand to be firm or steady; Alexa play Scooby-Doo villain type plan - she pulls the one leg of your shorts up to your groin, then lifts herself up just enough, and, with the most innocent smile on her face, she drops her pink panties to the floor.

She returns exactly to the position she had moments ago and resumes her routine right from the point where she left it. The only difference is, you can feel your girlfriend rub her skin on yours, with its warmth and its texture, and now your thigh feels humid.

“Feel good?” You take your hands away from the laptop and mouse for a second and sit back to peel your tangerine. She nods, but not cutely this time (6), she’s completely absorbed in her pleasure and is trying her best to keep her eyes open and look at you as she does. That part is cute (6!). “I’m glad, honeybun”

You feed her a slice of tangerine, which she captures with her lips and stores into her cheek, then suckles on for a few seconds before chewing it. Adorbs (7). You go back to work.

As her lust builds up, and once her mouth is empty, she can’t help but let you know through a loud moan. And then about two or three more, you can’t count them exactly because they kinda connect and fuse together, but she sounds so heavenly and you’re - you’re supposed to be working. But at this point, who knows what you want more. To get your work done, and have the rest of the day for yourselves, or to help your little girl. To get her where she wants, and to make it feel as good as it can be. To make it feel earned.

“Hey! I need to concentrate though, so I’m gonna need you to be silent, honey, can you do that for me? I’ll touch you in the other hole while we play later, but now,” you place a finger on her lips. “Daddy needs Yoonagi to behave, is that alright?” (That’s the pet name she gave you; must have been because every adorbs baby needs a baby daddy.)

One time the two of you were having sex, you were half-sitting, she was on top. At some point you grabbed her plentiful, soft asscheeks to help her bounce on you. As you gripped them strongly, one of your fingers slipped on her puckered hole and without even thinking, you started teasing around it while her butt ricocheted on your lap. She came so hard that day. So hard that she started spasming and tearing up as you held her on your shoulder (“Did I hurt you?” You hadn’t. “Can you stand up?” She could, after a few minutes. “You wanna do it again?” She did).

It was then that you started sprinkling it here and there as a promise, as a reward. Not to control her, just to help her learn how to behave. And she’s had nothing but gains out of it.

Yoona keeps rocking back and forth on your thigh, only silent pants coming out of her mouth. She even locks her lips to avoid any spills, while her eyes are now permanently closed, focused on the target of reaching her now close at hand peak. You palm your girlfriend’s gorgeous tummy while adoring her lustful state. She puts a hand on top of yours and starts feeling you feeling her. Your thigh is shining with her wetness.

“I know it’s hard, but you gotta hang in there for just a couple minutes, understand? My baby girl is doing so great for me”

Still trying her best not to make noise, even when it’s obvious that it’s not to help you with the work that’s currently not even remotely passing your brain, Yoona takes both of your hands and puts them on her hips, her message wordless, but crystal clear. You swiftly drag her wide, huggable, baby-making hips forth and back, as the two of you unite in an unfittingly innocent, tongue-less kiss. A few pushes and a few pulls at this rabid rhythm and your girlfriend bursts in orgasmic pleasure, releasing a whole downpour that wets from your thighs and calves up to your crotch, her pelvis shaking violently and uncontrollably. Even through all this, she manages to keep her lips shut and not emit a sound.

“Good, good, such a good girl, my pretty baby made Daddy so, so, so proud,” you praise her as you hug her soft, meaty body and pat her head.

“Thank you… Thank you…” she pants out, tired. It takes her more than a couple minutes wrapped around you to regain her senses. And when she does, you think you hear her say in a satisfied tone:

“Haha, I won!”

“What?”

“I won. I played with Daddy. Even though you said no. And I won.”

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footnotes.

eh. numbly, leaf.

[roosterforme]

Batting Practice Part 8 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: A lazy Sunday at the park with you and Everett has Bradley wondering why he ever thought this wasn’t what he wanted. When work keeps you away from practice during the week, he’s desperate to see you and get you alone for a proper date.

Warnings: Fluff, angst and swearing (eventually 18+)

Length: 3500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

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Bradley texted you on Sunday morning, asking for your address, insisting he come pick you and Everett up. He could have just looked it up in the coaching portal online, but he wanted you to send it to him instead.

When he pulled up in front of your house, he saw Everett come running out the front door. "Hey, kiddo," Bradley called as he got out of the Bronco.

"Coach! I have my glove all ready, and my mom is finishing her makeup, because she said she wants to look nice today!"

Bradley grinned and let Everett take him by the hand. "I kind of think your mom always looks nice," Bradley mumbled, and then there you were, stepping out onto your front porch with a bright smile. 

You were wearing a cropped tee shirt and black leggings, and Bradley's mind took him back to making out with you yesterday. 

"Hi, Coach," you said, wiggling your fingers at him as you walked down the steps.

Suddenly he had no idea what to do. Was he supposed to refrain from calling you Kitten? Did you really expect him to keep his lips away from you right now? 

"I missed you," he told you, and even though he hadn't meant to say it, it was true. 

"I saw you yesterday," you said with a soft laugh. "We spent a lot of time together in the kitchen."

"Not enough."

Bradley noticed Everett was looking between the two of you with curious interest. "Did you really bring Gatorade? Can we ride in your car?" Everett asked. 

"Yeah, I really brought Gatorade. And yes, we can ride in my car."

"We'd have to put the booster seat in the back?" you asked cautiously. 

So Bradley ended up with a car seat in the back of his Bronco, something he never imagined would have ever been happening. And then he drove all three of you to the park. 

When he reached across the seat and let his hand settle on top of yours, you bit your lip, and turned your hand palm side up, lacing your fingers with his.

"Hey, Kitten?" he asked softly as he pulled into the park. You turned to face him right away, your eyes unguarded. "Thanks for letting me do this."

Bradley parked and climbed out of the Bronco before helping you and then Everett out as well.

"Okay, your mom's got a lot to learn today," Bradley told Everett, handing him a bag of gear. "Think we can help her out? She doesn't even know what a catcher's mitt is."

Everett laughed and tossed his head back. "She doesn't know what a slider is either. She just didn't want to tell you that."

"Ev, I'm standing right here," you told your son, running your fingers along his hair. But you were looking at Bradley and smirking. "And I do know what a slider is, because I watched a video on YouTube."

"Aww, come on, Kitten. You're killing me," Bradley said, handing you three bottles of cold Gatorade. "YouTube? You need some first hand experience, and Ev and I are your guys."

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You weren't sure how to feel about Bradley calling you Kitten in front of your son, but every time he said it, you felt a little silly. 

"Is this the catcher's mitt?" you asked, picking up a dusty, brown thing and holding it up.

"Sure it. Go ahead and put it on." Bradley said as he got a regular baseball glove on Everett's hand.

You thought it was too big for your hand, but you put it on anyway, waving the mitt at them. "Okay, I'm ready!"

Bradley handed Everett a baseball and jogged over to where you were standing. "Hell no, you're not, Kitten. Gotta protect that pretty face." He bent down and rummaged in the bag a little more, pulling out a weird looking mask and another Phillies cap.

"You're going to make me wear that?" you asked with a smile as he approached you. 

Bradley turned to look over his shoulder to where Everett was tossing the ball into the air and catching it a few feet away. Then he turned back and kissed your lips softly. "Told you I wouldn't let you get hurt. I meant it."

He looked serious now, and you wondered if his words had a dual meaning. 

"Now, let's get this cap on you first," he said, pushing your hair back behind your ears and setting it backwards on your head. "Oh, what do you know... you look cute with a backwards hat, too."

You scrunched up your nose in embarrassment, but he laughed and eased the catcher's mask over your head, securing it in place. "Perfect."

"Ready?" Everett called, starting to sound impatient. Meanwhile you wanted Bradley to keep touching you and telling you about your pretty face. 

"Yeah, kiddo," Bradley called. "Just getting your mom in position." He looked down at you, wrapping both hands around your hips and guiding you back a few steps. 

"Here?" you asked softly when he stopped moving you around. 

"Yep," he whispered, squeezing you through your leggings. "Now, squat down like this." 

You tried to imitate what he was doing, but you were getting distracted by the way his thighs looked as his gym shorts rode up higher on his legs.

"That's good," he told you before he stood up again. "Now do your best to catch them," Bradley said, grabbing a few more balls from his gear bag. "Everett and I will go easy on you. Won't we, kiddo?"

Your heart swelled as you watched Everett grin up at Bradley and laugh. "Yeah, but only at first mom!" he called out to you.

"Oh great, thanks a lot." But they weren't even listening to you. And now you could only focus on Bradley as demonstrated the correct pitching posture a few times for Everett. He was all flexing muscles and rippling biceps, and meanwhile your thighs were already starting to hurt. 

"Here comes your first pitch!" he warned, winding up and sending the baseball directly into the mitt on your hand.

You jumped up in shock, still holding it. "I caught it!"

Everett was cheering, and Bradley winked at you. "Nice one, Kitten."

After you caught a few more and tossed them back, you were feeling so confident. Then you managed to catch most of the pitches that Everett threw as well, even though you had to really reach for some of them. 

"So, which one do you like better? The slider or the curveball?" Bradley asked Everett after a while, and you stood up, barely even able to feel your thighs now. 

"Slider!"

"Me too," Bradley agreed, getting a high five from Everett. "And guess what. That's the harder one to throw, so you're already advanced."

"No way!"

As you watched them interacting with each other, you wished you could have this in your life every Sunday. Maybe a late breakfast after lounging in bed with Bradley while Everett watched cartoons. Some time at the park, and then dinner.

All the things you never quite got to have with Danny felt somehow more attainable with Bradley. Which was really scary to you.

You cleared your throat and tossed the catcher's mitt toward the bag before trying to remove the mask, but Bradley was already on his way over to help you. 

"Will you let Ev and I treat you to some ice cream as a thank you?" 

He swiped his fingers along your jaw when he removed the mask, but he left his backwards hat on your head. "I would love that."

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The ice cream shop was packed with people out enjoying the perfect San Diego spring day, but Bradley didn't mind waiting. You were standing in front of him while Everett bounced around a bit and kept asking questions.

"Will you pitch balls with me again?" Everett asked, looking up at Bradley.

"Of course, little man. You've gotta practice if you want to keep getting better." Bradley felt you lean back against him slightly, and he let his hand rest just above your ass. He was stroking the soft skin of your lower back with his thumb and running his fingers along your leggings. You turned and briefly rubbed your cheek against his chest, just like a kitten, and he wrapped his arm around you a little tighter. 

"And can you show me a fastball too? And a changeup?" Everett asked, just before it was time to order.

"Not my strongest pitches, but for you, sure, kiddo. I would love to embarrass myself in front of your mom."

Everett was glancing between the two of you again as you said, "Have you forgotten that I had to watch YouTube videos about pitches? You think I'm going to know the difference?" You were looking up at Bradley and laughing, and he wanted more than anything to kiss you. 

"You looked like a world class catcher today. Could have fooled me, Kitten."

Bradley tried to pay for the three ice cream cones, but you had Everett drag him away to a small bench while you paid. He sat side by side on the bench with Everett, waiting for you. 

"Hey Coach, do you think my mom is pretty?"

Bradley froze with his ice cream cone halfway to his mouth and watched Everett try to eat his strawberry scoop before it melted. 

"I think your mom is beautiful."

"Do you like her? I told you she was cool."

Bradley nodded as he watched you make your way over with your own cone. "She's the coolest, kiddo. Here, make some room for her to sit with us." Bradley picked Everett up with one arm and plopped him down on his thigh, and then you eased into the spot next to him.

"Thanks for the ice cream," Bradley told you softly. 

You grinned at him and Everett on his lap. "Any time you want to treat Ev and I to a day in the park, I'll be more than happy to treat you to some ice cream, Coach."

Bradley finished his cone and then let Everett ask him a bunch of baseball related questions while his strawberry scoop melted. He watched it drip on his jeans, but he didn't really care. 

"Ev, eat faster! It's melting onto Coach," you scolded, jumping up to get some napkins.

Bradley tried to stop you, telling you it would come out in the laundry, but you insisted on wiping up the ice cream which landed basically right where his dick was. So he slid Everett into the spot you vacated while you bent down and tried your best to clean him up.

"Kitten," he rasped. "Please. It's okay." If you kept rubbing him, he was going to get hard. On a bench. In front of your son.

"Are you sure?" you asked, and your hand paused on his thigh as he nodded at you. "Danny would have had a living fit."

Bradley took your hand and rubbed it with his thumb. "Yeah, well, I'm not Danny."

You looked at him as you stood up tall again. "Ain't that the truth," you mumbled, but your eyes stayed on his. 

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When Bradley walked you and Everett up to your porch, you watched Ev hug him tight. "See you at practice tomorrow?"

"Yep, see you tomorrow," Bradley replied, messing up his hair before Everett went inside. 

"Thanks for today," you whispered as Bradley's big hands settled on your hips. "That meant a lot to him."

"I had fun," Bradley said with a smile as he pulled you a little closer to him. You let your hands rest on his broad chest, and a little gasp escaped your lips before you were even kissing him. But then you were, and it felt so good. His lips were gentle, and his hands were firm, and your body wanted more.

"Can't wait to see which sexy pantsuit you wear to practice tomorrow, Kitten," he mumbled against your neck, prickling you with his mustache. 

You giggled as his lips made their way down to the top of your shirt. "I'm not going to be there tomorrow."

He paused and asked, "Why not?"

"I have a late meeting. Molly is going to take him to practice. And speaking of Molly..."

"Yeah?" Bradley asked, looking at you with a small grin. "What did your reliable sister who is more than willing to watch Everett for you have to say?"

You started giggling again, and Bradley pulled you so your body was flush with his. You knew you were on your front porch, and you knew Ev could pop back outside at any time. But you let Bradley hold you, because you wanted him to. 

"Molly said she can watch him on Friday night. If you feel like going out?"

"Fuck, yes," he said, kissing your cheek. "I have it all planned. Let me know when to pick you up."

You felt warm inside for the rest of the evening, because Bradley would be yours on Friday night. No sharing him with Everett or Sandra or Coach Bob or the other kids on the team. All yours.

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Bradley really missed you at Monday's practice. He had nobody to look at on the bleachers. The few times he glanced over, his heart skipped a beat, because Molly did look quite a bit like you. But then he just sighed in disappointment. 

He did, however, notice that Bob was looking toward your sister with some frequency. That was interesting. He would definitely have to ask Bob about that later on. 

Bradley wasn't even surprised when Bob suddenly joined him to walk Everett and Molly to the parking lot when practice ended. Bradley ended up trailing behind the two of them with Everett on his shoulders, watching them chat the whole way. 

"Hey, Everett," Bradley asked. "Does your Aunt Molly have a boyfriend?"

"Not anymore," Everett replied. "She told me she had to break up with Casey because he was tiny, but I don't really get it because he was really tall."

Bradley had to bite his lip to prevent himself from laughing out loud. "Oh, okay. Poor Casey," Bradley muttered. 

Bradley helped get Everett settled in Molly's car before heading to his Bronco to text you. He noticed that Bob was still hanging out with Molly after he had walked away, and he could occasionally hear Molly's laughter. Lord, she thought he was funny! Hopefully he was bigger than Casey. 

Bradley thought about mentioning Bob and Molly to you, but he thought better of it. 

Kitten, I missed you today. Are you still in your meeting? Are you coming to practice on Thursday?

Bradley watched Molly pull out of the parking lot, waving to Bob as she went. "Bob! Come here!" Bradley called out his open window. He watched his friend turn around and head his way.

"What's up?" Bob asked him, leaning against the side of the Bronco. Bradley just smirked at him, and almost instantly, Bob started blushing. Bradley smirked harder, and Bob adjusted his glasses and rubbed the back of his neck. "I noticed her when she came to practice last time, too. Are you going to make fun of me for having a crush on her?"

Bradley started laughing. "Not at all. She's really nice. And Everett said his Aunt Molly is single."

"Is she really?" Bob asked softly as a grin spread across his face. 

"Yep. The kid is a wealth of information."

Bob just mumbled something and walked away with a wave, leaving Bradley alone as you texted him back.

You sent a selfie of you smiling in what Bradley assumed was your office. He could see your cream colored lace top peeking out of your gray suit coat.

Kitten. I should not find your business attire this sexy, baby.

Once again, instead of responding with text, you send him another photo, one in which you had removed your suit coat. Bradley was staring at your tits straining against your lacy tank top, nipples peaked against the delicate looking fabric. You were smirking at him. 

Fuck, his mind took him to your office, you sitting in your chair with his face buried in your pussy. He'd eat you until you were screaming. 

It's not nice to tease, Kitten.

He was now sitting in the parking lot at the ballfield with an erection, and he wasn't even surprised. He started up the Bronco and drove home where he could take care of himself. 

By Thursday, when he laid eyes on you at tee ball practice, it was like he finally felt his body relax. Everett bounded over to him as usual before going to greet Bob, but Bradley was watching you try to change into your old sneakers while you walked through the grass. You were wearing your tight, black skirt again, and your hair was pulled up off of your neck.

"Jesus," he mumbled before fielding some questions from Sandra and the other moms about the upcoming schedule.

When you were seated on the bleachers, and practice was about to begin, Bradley debated heading your way and giving you a kiss on your cheek, but Bob was already blowing his whistle to start practice. 

Bradley watched you raise your hand from your lap and wiggle your fingers at him, moutching, "Hi, Coach," while you smirked.

Alone. He'd get you alone tomorrow. He loved Everett, but he was antsy to really get to be with you. But he could wait one more day to kiss you and taste your skin. So he just winked and joined Bob near home plate. 

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Practice was pretty typical on Thursday, except now your body was humming the whole time. You knew exactly what Coach Bradley's lips tasted like. You know how heavy his hands felt on your hips. You knew how he smelled and sounded when he was right in front of you, teasing your body.

"Tara, I can't stop thinking about the swim party last weekend. Both coaches shirtless? A literal dream come true."

"Same. And I'm one thousand percent sure Coach Bradley flirted with me when I was getting a slice of pizza."

You wanted to snort. You were standing five feet away from him the entire time he'd been in the clubhouse getting pizza, and neither of those moms had been anywhere near him. 

But it didn't matter, because as soon as practice ended and you were helping Everett change out of his cleats, Bradley made his way over to both of you, right in front of everyone just like he always did. 

"Nice hustle today, kiddo," he told Everett, earning him a high five. 

You looked up at Bradley over your shoulder as you tucked Everett's cleats into his gear bag. He reached down to help you stand, and his other hand brushed along your butt. 

"I expect a nice hustle out of you tomorrow night," you told him, giggling as his eyes went wide. "It's going to be our first date and all."

He just shook his head, walking up to the parking lot with Everett between you both. "Nope. It's our third," he said.

"What? No, our first!" you insisted, trying to keep the conversation vague for your son's ears. You still weren't convinced that going out with his tee ball coach was your best move, but you couldn't stop yourself now. 

"Snack bar was our first. Now, I wasn't on my best game, but you did come back for round two with baseball in the park."

You were cracking up now. He considered soft pretzels and an outing with Everett to be dates? Oh, you were going to melt. You'd never make it. He was a single mom's dream date.

"So you don't mind that sometimes there's a tagalong?" you ask, nearing your car where it was parked next to his Bronco. 

Bradley opened the back door for Everett, gave him a fit bump and then closed it as Everett got himself buckled in. 

"I don't mind. As long as I can get Kitten alone on occasion. Really want to see your claws again."

You grabbed at his jersey, and Bradley immediately had you pushed back against your car door with his lips on yours. It was broad daylight, there were still some people in the parking lot, and Everett was in the backseat. But Bradley's hands were grabbing at your hips, and you could feel him through his thin athletic shorts as you moaned his name.

"Fuck," he gasped against your lips, kissing you hard one more time. "Get in your car, Kitten. Before I embarrass myself. I'll pick you up tomorrow night."

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Kitten and Ev plus Coach. It just makes sense! Fair warning, the next part will be for ages 18+. Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32!

PART 9

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[meruz]

i hope this hasn't been asked before. what size do you make your canvas? and do you crop it to fit other socials (like Instagram for example)? i hear that 300 dpi is standard. i never know if it's good to make my canvas big or not.

hi i think this ask is like at least 4 months old but i was scanning my sketchbooks from last year and i abruptly remembered i had gotten this ask because i had made a little chart in my sketchbook trying to figure out how to answer it

anyways theres pros and cons. and the size of your canvas is really going to depend on personal needs + preference. how good ur computer is, how complicated ur art style, how comfortable drawing feels, how much disk space you have to spare, what youre gonna end up using the art for in the end...300dpi is standard for PRINTING specifically, if you only plan to ever post things online then 72dpi works great and will save you space (fun fact a lot of professional animation files i deal with are 72dpi. and those eventually go on your tv screen). but personally i make everything i draw 300dpi because i am always printing stuff for cons, zines, etc and its nice to have the option even if i dont end up printing.

when I was a teen I used to draw on a rly shitty laptop and i made everything 800x800px 300dpi because big canvases would cause a lot of lag and also the resolution on this laptop was pretty small so 800px was a lot of the screen already. now i have a slightly better laptop with a bigger resolution and i sketch on giant 10000px-40000px canvases with the hard round brush and no shape dynamics or transfer whatsoever to minimize lag. when it comes to making a final illustration when i know ill be using a bunch of layer effects/blending modes/colors/mixing brushes etc etc ill generally crop the canvas down to the 6000px range. most illustrations i try to make sure are comfortably printable on tabloid size paper so thats pretty much anything hovering around or above 3000x5000px w 300dpi (so 11x17in). HOPE THIS HELPS?

EDIT: OH ALSO re: socials. i always ALWAYS size down my art to post on the internet. i think its crazy when other artists dont. because why would i ever let the internet have my hi-res file for free. also in general i think it looks better if you do the resizing yourself because if you don't then many social media sites will compress your file for you! a lot of people will post a hi-res file to twitter and then go "Wow twitter killed the quality of this img!!!" UH YEAH because they have an automatic image compressor. because they need to save space too lol and they dont want your image to take 248263895 years to load. same with instagram and to a lesser extent tumblr. when i post anything on social media i resize it down to 1200px-1600px on the longest side... its a little arbitrary but im kind of basing it on the smallest resolution of widely available screens. mostly because i think it looks stupid when u open up an image file fullsize and u have to scroll to see the whole thing... also iirc instagram only takes images up to 1080px before it resizes them? granted if you upload something smaller than that itll also resize it up which will look worse so I think bumping the numbers just over 1080px is pretty safe.

I should really be bringing the dpi down to 72 too when i post online but often im too lazy to do that. but it will technically help ur image load faster and stuff. and make it less likely for people to yoink it off the web and print it themselves.

[adorethedistance]

First Time - Jamie Drysdale X Reader

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, SMUT, fingering, oral, anxiety mention.

Words: 1310

Summary: First Time - yours and Jamie’s first sexual encounter is a lot rougher than you both thought it would be, not that anyone’s complaining.

A/n: Hi oh my god writers block is still kicking my ass but I wanted to get a fic out bc I miss yall. Debating if this should be a part one LOL. I’m so sorry my signature move is leaving yall wanting more but trust me it does wonders for engagement lmao.

You can read part 1 of the series of firsts here.

“You said Trevor’s out right now?” I ask Jamie breathlessly as he toys with the hem of my pink baby tee. He hums against my lips, desperately trying to maintain the kiss.

A lazy day off after a full breakfast and a prudish sleep over, Jamie and I are tangled in his bed, with him shirtless in his briefs, and me straddling him in a cropped Short N Sweet baby tee and a lacy black pair of panties.

After the third time of Trevor walking in on us with messy hair and mortified panting, I’ve learned my lesson to ask if he’s gone.

“Should be,” Jamie replies absentmindedly. As he speaks, he slides his hand under my shirt, up the length of my stomach, eagerly and shyly coming to rest in the valley of my chest. His hand falters, not wanting to push too far but desperately needing the feel of my skin in his calloused hands. Of course Jamie and I have made out, almost too many times to count, but any heaving petting involved has always been over whatever clothes we’d had on. And one of the main differences being I’d had a bra on in those instances, which was very much not the case now.

As his hand comes to rest between my boobs, I feel him grow hard underneath me. The sensation is overwhelming and I feel myself throb against him and the way Jamie’s eyes flick to meet mine indicates he felt it too. I sigh out a small breath to try and alleviate some of the tension but the point is moot.

Sensing Jamie’s hesitation, I grab his wrists in my hands and slowly guide them, one over each breast. He let’s out a sigh of excitement as we both feel my nipples harden under his large palms. I moan out when he squeezes gently, and slide my hands up from his wrists to apply the pressure Jamie was afraid to do himself.

“You’re not gonna break me, Jame.” I huff an antsy breath and he laughs, bashfully at first glance with an undertone of sexual deviancy.

“Is that so?” Licking my lips gently, I do my best to disguise the anxiety in my voice as I dare to tease Jamie,

“I’m telling you to be rougher, dumbass.”

As if a switch had flipped, my taunt activates Jamie. He swiftly reaches his right hand to grip around my throat, pushing me backwards with enough force so I fall flat on my back. With my head hanging off the foot of the bed, Jamie applies more pressure with his right hand, shortening my breathing and kinking the aorta to restrict blood flow. The sensation is grimly delightful, an aroused smile coming to rest on my delirious face. Jamie hums a small laugh, satisfied with his job well done. He places a gentle kiss on my lips before finally releasing the pressure on my throat. I pull in a sudden gust of air as Jamie’s fingers massage the area he had once held so captive.

“You okay?” He asks, suddenly his shy, considerate self once more. I look at him and laugh in disbelief,

“Fuck yeah.” I sit up abruptly to get closer to his adorable face, hoping to kiss him passionately, but Jamie braces a hand on my chest and shoves me back down onto the mattress.

“Good, ‘cause we’re not done yet.”

And before I can get a word in, Jamie sensually pushes the hem of my shirt up and over my naked chest, circling back to squeeze my left breast in his large hand. I whine out a moan at the way he caresses me, savoring every last moment of his touch. His other hand comes up to fidget with the panty line around my hip. He hesitates,

“Is this-?”

“More than okay,” I nod fervently, as if Jamie could evaporate any moment. My body is beyond desperate for his touch. We’ve waited for this moment for so long, neither of us ever really knowing why. But now that it’s here, I feel as though I can’t wait a moment longer, “Please.”

That’s all Jamie needs to hear. He quickly pulls the black lace down over my hips and off the end of my legs.

All the unrest and desperation of the previous moment has dissipated and I nervously let my knees fall together in self consciousness. Jamie places his hands on my hips, sliding them up the undersides of my thighs pushing my legs against my chest, exposing my pussy to his eager and willing touch.

Jamie kissed the inside of my thigh, as close to where I want him as possible, but still far enough to keep my own desire at bay. He sucks the sensitive skin between his teeth, nipping and grinding. He pulls his head away from my thigh, the skin of my leg still caught between his lips. He lets go with a salacious pop before pressing a sweet kiss to the soon to be bruised skin. I sigh in anticipation, using my hips to try and sit up once more; Jamie’s grip tightens and firmly holds my legs and hips in place. I groan out of frustration and right as I prepare to fight back harder, I feel the sultry sensation of Jamie’s tongue against my heat.

He licks the quivering expanse of my hole, slowly making his way up to where I need him most. I moan sharply as he flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit. Jamie quickly turns to sucking the exposed bud and I cry out even louder. His grip is unwavering, pinning me to the bed with no chance of escape. I reach down to tangle my hands in his hair; some semblance of control as he relentlessly devours me. I would think he was starving with the way he eats me, like he would never have a chance at sustenance again.

As I feel myself climbing higher and higher to release, the sensation is gone when Jamie pulls away. Before I can mutter any kind of reaction, Jamie plunges two fingers inside me. I moan so loud I instinctively reach up to cover my mouth, but my hand collides with Jamie’s as he comes to place it on my throat once more.

The hand on my neck is no doubt a warning for my volume level but I can’t help myself when Jamie knows how to curl his fingers just right. Each time he brings his fingertips up to reach that certain spot, like he’s coaxing the orgasm out of me one pump at a time. I feel myself growing closer and closer to finish, reveling in the pleasure of his touch. How lucky am I?

Jamie finger fucks me better than I could’ve ever imagined, and right as I think I’ve seen it all, he begins thrusting his fingers in and out of me, applying pressure against my throat. What little air escapes my lips amounts to a pathetic, desperate whine under the weight of his heavy hand. And just like that a blinding white light takes over my senses. I fight the urge to scream as I release pure sexual energy around his right fingers, fighting for breath and blood flow under his left.

Slowly, I come down from my high, and Jamie releases his grip on my throat, his fingers coated in my wetness when he pulls them out.

“You’re so hot,” he shakes his head in disbelief.

“Oh my god,” I fight to catch my breath as my body twitches from overstimulation. Jamie sits back on his heels and watches in awe, too bashful to admit he is most definitely proud of himself right now. Jamie leans over me so he can look at my face,

“You made a mess by the way.”

“Me?!”

[twiishaa]

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋‎♪ the house across the bridge kita x reader, wc 2.2k warnings not proofread, inspired by ghibli film ‘when marnie was there’, idk <3

when you moved to the country, you weren’t expecting to meet anyone your age— and you definitely weren’t expecting to fall in love with a boy who lived there. maybe this summer fling would last you forever… 

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 kita masterlist ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 THIS was the first summer you spent away from everything— the city, your parents, and, well, anything you knew. you’d come to spend the summer in the country with your aunt, which she so graciously offered after you told her about how much you wanted to do something new, something different. 

the train was long and uncomfortable, the seats stiff and the air stuffy. but outside, the view changed as you went from city to city, travelling further away. your aunt lived right on the outskirts of amagasaki, near the farms and green fields. as you began to enter the rural areas, the landscape shed its building skyline, and the concrete grounds were tenderly replaced with lazy fields bursting with crops and colourful flowers. it felt like an entire different world, leaving the city behind to enter the dream-like countryside. 

—

stretching your legs as you got off the train, you spotted your aunt almost immediately— she had a loving, maternal-like aura, always wearing a warm smile on her face. the city’s train station was small and slightly dirty, with only a few people populating it. 

before you could say hello, your aunt started squishing your cheeks. “my, [name], you’ve grown so much! the last time i saw you, you were tiny!” she said. 

you gave an awkward laugh. “thank you for letting me stay, auntie.” 

she shook her head. “no, the pleasure’s all mine. it’ll be nice having some company,” finishing her sentence, she gestured to a small, old-looking car. “should we get going?” smiling, you nodded. 

— 

“this was my old daughter’s room,” your aunt said while opening the door. “she moved out a while back, so it’s been free ever since. well, it’s yours for the summer now! feel free to make it feel like home,” looking around, you could tell it hadn’t been used recently— there was a small layer of dust on the furniture and the decorations were reminiscent of the trends from the last decade. 

this wasn’t too bad! flopping onto the bed, you decided to take a small rest before dinner, in a few hours.

—

the next few days had been uneventful. you helped your aunt around the house, then stayed in your room upstairs, spending most of the time admiring the stark contrast in landscape here. it wasn’t until one day, when you were cutting tomatoes for lunch, that something happened.

“have you been around the town yet? there are some nice places to see,” your aunt asked casually. stopping to look out the window at the midday sun, you replied,

“i haven’t yet. have you got any recommendations?” 

“oh, everywhere here’s nice!” she patted your shoulder as she passed you, carrying forks for the table. “tell you what. after lunch, you should walk around a bit! get some fresh air, it’ll be good for you too.” 

humming in agreement, you went back to cutting tomatoes. 

– 

after a few hours of getting to know the countryside town, you came across a small river, connected on either side by an aged wooden bridge. on the other side of the bridge, there was a house, surrounded by fields and fields of crops– you assumed it was a farm. 

but what was a farm doing in an isolated place like this? 

your curiosity got the best of you– taking a cautious look at your surroundings, you crossed the wooden bridge.

“hello?” a voice rang out from somewhere around you.

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion; you must’ve been hearing things.

but the voice spoke again, this time closer to you. “are you lost? i usually don’t see anyone around here,” it said, tapping on your shoulder. letting out a sudden yelp, you stumbled backwards. 

“oh… sorry. i didn’t think anyone would be here,” you apologised, turning around to see who it was.

it was a boy– your age, probably, with straight white hair, but the tips were black– as if they were burnt, and his skin was just slightly tanned, probably from being in the sun. in some strange way, he felt like someone you’d known before, someone you knew very well. his face felt familiar, but you’d never seen him before. 

hm. how come you didn’t hear his footsteps? you brushed it off quickly. 

the boy laughed a little. “oh, no, don't worry about it. are you new around here?” 

you chuckled nervously. “yeah, could you tell? i live in tokyo, but i’m staying here for the summer.” 

“for the summer, huh..” he repeated, stepping back a little. “you’re from the city? that must be…”

“different?” you said at the same time as him. he looked a little surprised, but he dismissed it quickly. 

“it’s different, all right. not used to seeing fields and farmhouses like these around,” you commented, taking moments to gaze at the scenery around you. “do you live here?”

the boy laughed again. “yeah, i do.” walking towards the hose, he said, “hey, you’re interesting. i could show you around if you want?” following behind him, you replied, “that’d be great! i’m [name], by the way.” “oh, i’m kita. kita shinsuke– feel free to call me shinsuke or shin, i don’t mind.”

– 

one thing turned into another, and now you were helping kita harvest one of the rice fields. despite it being difficult, he somehow made it look effortless, like he was just lifting up a few feathers. it was attractive— in some strange way. as the sun hit its highest point in the sky, the heat poured down on you two, and the sun made kita’s figure glow. turning to look at you, he explained how to do it. “so, you grab it here, and then cut it as low as you can get to the roots.” hesitating a little, you took hold of a handful of rice plants from their middle and went to cut the roots. “like this?”

“yep– just,” kita put his hand over yours and moved it down a little. as he did, he moved a little closer to you subconsciously. he smelled like the rice fields– earthy, warm, and slightly sweet; you held your breath when you felt his breath fan on your shoulder. 

“-like that.” he finished. 

“okay, so now i,” you let out the breath you were holding earlier. “just… cut it? like that?” you asked, while cutting off the roots. 

kita took hold of the crops and beat them on the side of the basket before putting them in. “you’re a natural, [name], have you done this before?” 

watching what he did, you went to cut another bunch. “i haven’t, no. and im sure im not that good,” you replied, embarrassed. 

–

slowly, you got into a rhythm, and kita started conversing with you a little more.

“so, what’s it like? the city, i mean,” he looked at you. 

feeling his eyes on yours, you blushed a little. “different. really different. i mean here, there’s a lot more… green, whereas over there, everything is just buildings and buildings…” 

kita focused on the crops again. “oh. so what do you do over there?” 

“oh, usually i just go on my phone, or something– there’s not much to do,” you replied, finding it a little boring just talking about your life. “so, shin, what’s it like living here? is it not lonely?” 

after hearing his name, kita’s head perked up. “hm? oh,” he looked a little embarrassed. 

“oh, should i not call you that? sorry.” “no it’s fine! im just.. not used to hearing it much, thats all. it gets lonely here sometimes, but it’s alright.” kita replied, banging the plants on the basket again.

it had been a good few hours, and you were getting tired. you stepped back from the line of crops, and kita did soon after. 

“that’s so tiring! how do you do that all day?” exasperated, you asked. “doesn’t it get hot?” 

kita sighed, and wiped the sweat off his forehead– it was causing his bangs to stick. you thought it was cute.

“it does get tiring. hey– i know a place where there’s some shade,” running the first few steps, he looked back to see if you were following. “if you wanted?” 

–

the place kita was talking about was a flower field, not too far from the farms. in the corner was a tree, its branches big enough to span over the entire field. resting on the trunk, kita sat down– you flopped onto the grass next to him. 

“it’s nice having someone my age here, finally,” kita said. up until now, you didn’t realise how pretty his voice was. it was calming, and gentle; you could listen to it all day. 

“hmm? same here, i thought i was gonna be alone,” you laughed– kita laughed with you. 

resting his head on the massive trunk, he continued, “doesn’t help you’re really pretty too. feels like im like, teaching a princess, or something.” 

hearing that, your heart suddenly skipped– the heat did well to hide your flushed cheeks. 

“if it helps,” you started, just loud enough for kita to hear, “i think you’re pretty too. and really sweet– im glad im not alone this summer,” flashing a short smile, you closed your eyes and soaked in the moment. 

it was comfortable, lying with kita here. 

– 

you quickly fell into a routine during the summer– it was the same thing every day, but it felt different each time over. you’d help your aunt and chat with her up till lunch, then you’d meet kita and hang out with him until the sun started to set. your feelings towards him only blossomed more over the course of the holidays– like a flower bud. you two would talk about anything and everything, or just lie next to each other, basking in the sunlight. whenever you crossed the little wooden bridge, you felt lighter on your feet, as if you were in a fantasy land. and to be honest– that’s what it was like– you’d come to the country for the summer and fallen in love with a boy who lived in a completely different world to you. the farms were almost like a time capsule, stuck in the simpler, pre-industrial world. 

sometimes, you thought about leaving everything behind for kita, but you knew better. you knew your family were waiting for you back home, and you couldn’t bring yourself to leave them behind for a boy you just met– you knew even kita’d say no. 

so, you surrendered to the ever-moving, fleeting nature of time. 

and soon, it came time to leave.

– 

today was your last day seeing kita. you were waiting underneath the same tree, staring out at the endless flower fields. 

“hey,” you heard kita from behind you. this time, you didn’t get scared. turning around, you studied his features one last time. 

“hi.” you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him properly– it just brought tears to your eyes. 

gently grabbing hold of your chin, kita lifted your head to look at him. “don’t cry, please, you’ll make me cry,” he said, his voice softer than usual. using both hands, you held onto his arm. 

“i know, i know but…” your voice came out a little choked, small sobs making their way through. “i’m gonna miss you, shin,” you whispered, your voice cracking a little. 

letting go of your chin, he closed the distance between you two with a hug. you just sobbed into his shoulder. 

“i’ll never forget you, shin,” you said, muffled. 

“me neither.” he broke the hug to give you something. 

“here, that photo we took during the sunset. i printed two out so that we could both keep one.” taking one, you put it in your phonecase. “thank you,” you managed to say before your aunt rang you on your phone. 

you both knew this was it. the flower field here would forever hold your memories together, even when you were apart. taking one last look at the field, and then at kita, you walked off. if you said anything now, you wouldn’t be able to handle it– you both knew that. 

kita whispered under his breath, “i’ll see you later, my love.” having barely heard what he said, you looked back to ask, but he had already disappeared. 

– 

in the car ride to the train station, you made conversation with your aunt. 

“thank you for letting me stay for so long, i had such a good time.” 

she laughed. “sure, feel free to come back whenever you want. did you make any friends?” 

friends– you thought of kita. smiling, you answered,

“yes i did– the boy who lives in the farmhouses?”

your aunt looked confused. “[name], there aren’t any farmhouses around here. maybe it’s some other house? did you get his name?” confused, you carried on describing to her. “the farmhouses across the bridge…” pausing, your aunt replied again. “oh, those.. no one’s lived in those for years now…” she sighed. “there was a boy your age a few years ago, but he died of tubercolosis. poor boy…” 

you blinked rapidly. kita wasn’t— what was he?

a ghost? it kind of made sense; his white hair, his lack of presence, and how the world felt… surreal on the other side of the bridge.

but the feelings you felt were real. when he hugged you, it was real. there was something there between you two— a pure love, seemingly powerful enough to transcend time. it didn’t make sense to you; but all that mattered was those moments. 

he said to you, “i’ll remember this forever,” but it seemed it was just you who remembered. and you’d hold onto this summer forever. 

note first longfic EVER (longfic = >1.5k okay) oh my gosh. why do i actually kinda like this..... @phantasmaebg

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[hungharrington]

since you are likely my favorite user for steve blurbs right now, i am here to share my thots.

i just wanna make out with steve in that stupid bmw. middle of summer, he’s in some stupid little shorts and a crop top, all breathless and shit UGH just let me know your thoughts on this important topic 🎤

firstly, i’m so very flattered 🥹 ur a very talented writer yourself so i was a beside myself receiving this from u! i’m sorry it took me so long! my thoughts are…. well it’s such a delicious thought i had 2 expand….

The radio sounds just a little bit out of tune when you’re this far out from Hawkins. 

The noise a bit grainy, coming out low and wavy from the speakers in Steve’s car and mixing with the heat waves of the hottest season. It’s baking hot this summer— mirror mirages spill onto the roads, flocks of people gather to the lakeside, and swim-suits are the only appropriate apparel to combat the sweltering temperatures. 

You, however, are entirely too hot for another reason altogether today. 

Steve is always warm. He seems to glow from the inside, always hot enough to warm your cold hands should you worm them under his shirt — though, he always yelps and bats them away. Loves it secretly. Today, he feels as warm as sunlight itself under your touch.

His lips have been softened from your endless kisses and there’s a laziness in the press of his mouth against yours. His hands are gentle, tracing invisible patterns up your sides and back. It’s slow — a gentle push and pull of you in his lap, your legs slung atop his bare thighs and arms around his neck, messy kisses shared. 

You love summer, if only for the fact it gets Steve into shorts. The pair he’s in now are cherry red, white lining the edges and all the motion has them riding up his thighs. The paler  softer parts of his thighs are exposed and you have a half mind to slink down and continue your kisses there. Fingers twined in his hair, you give a soft scratch along the nape of his neck and are rewarded with a soft sigh in Steve’s kiss. 

The song on the radio tapers off and there’s a crackle of the radio’s host voice, announcing something in a mumble you can’t hear. Steve’s hands on your waist pull you closer, rocking your down and you release a little groan, fire catching in your tummy at the friction when— 

“Oh, man, I love this song.” Steve pulls back abruptly, interrupting your heated make-out. He licks his swollen lips which are sheened with your spit and you blink at him, surprised. It takes another second for a smile to slip onto your lips as Steve scrunches his eyes closed for a second, beginning to sing along lowly as he bangs his head lightly. 

“Just take those old records off the shelf…” He opens his eyes again and smiles at you. He’s so handsome that it makes your stomach swoop. 

“D’ya know it?” He asks, one hand leaving your hand to push some hair behind your ear. You nod, taking advantage of the closeness and smacking a quick kiss onto the inside of his wrist. Steve melts a bit, sinking further back into the drivers seat with a gooey grin. 

You’re glad for it, relishing in your new view— eyes skim down his chest, fixing hungrily on the sliver of his tummy that’s exposed. The shirt he’s wearing is killer. You had full on stammered when you climbed into the passenger seat, at the cropped and loose shirt Steve was wearing; the tan skin skin of his midriff well on display. Paired with those shorts? You had uttered a silent prayer, unsure if you were giving thanks or asking for some goddamn mercy. 

“S’good song,” He says, though his eyes have got that distracted look in them, utterly trained on you. 

His hands paw at your side, nails scraping to bring your closer for another round of lazy making out. But you dodge his kiss— dotting a quick kiss on his cheek before you nose under his jaw. Steve takes a second to catch on, not moving to give you any space. You nuzzle in closer and make a little noise, nose pushing at his jaw til he finally tilts his head back, letting you creep closer. 

Lips meet skin and you kiss, kiss, kiss- til your desire grows and expands, threads of lust twinging in your tummy. You suckle, nibbling and soothing the skin — the heat of the day wanes around you, fueling you more. Below you, you can feel Steve’s hips shift around, his hardness growing beneath you. 

“You’re a fiend,” Steve teases. It loses all heat with how breathless he sounds. 

“Says the one who brought me out to Lover’s Lake,” You lick a hot stripe up his neck, taking his earlobe into your mouth and Steve groans loudly, grip on your tightening. “Wouldn’t exactly say you’re full of pure intentions.” 

“Touché,” He breathes. Then pulls you down, rocking your hot cunt against his cock once more, both your soft groans mixing in the hot summer air. 

Steve grins, saccharine and devilish all at once, and you waste no time in kissing it away, hands twisting in back into his hair with a tug. The fire from inside, heavy with lust, and the warmth from outside, the blistering setting sun, mix and mingle— as you let the your sun-kissed boy take you apart in beemer, lakeside. 

[pawfulofwaffles]

My designs :] This took like a week I think

Closeups in pairs

(the yawning gap above the shorter characters is because eeeeeerrr ummmm I thought it was a good idea to maintain height differences at first but it doesn’t really look good but I’m lazy and didn’t feel like cropping it) had to go on the website instead of the app to post this since the website lets u post more than ten o_0

Me yapping about each characters design below ⬇️

- Split has a bunch of spots on her pelt, like a banana.(spots are random right now, I’m trying to come up with actual placement I can remember. The spots on her shell aren’t random tho)

- Bive has a long thin tail with a tuft at the end, and patches and stitched up rips in her coat.

- Lampert has a star at the end of his chain(I swear I saw an artist that added this that inspired me to add it) and a plush body(like, if you cut him open he has stuffing)

- Gnarpy’s tail bulbs are shaped like stars, with the stingers on the point of them. Also, technically gnarpians hind legs are designed to be digitigrade, but when in their armor and boots, they walk plantigrade. Also also Gnarpian blood is purple and called glarzle.

- Gnarpy made Spud fluffy and gave him paws when xe experimented on him?? Idk man I just saw someone give him fluff and paws and was like “hell yeah” also the bottom of Spud’s shirt is tied

- Gregoriah has a short spaded tail.

- Pest has two pairs of arms and red paw pads, a short abdomen-like tail with two antennae extending from the base of his tail(there is a reason I give bug characters that but I’m not explaining it now), beetle wings(not visible, they’re under his sweatshirt), and a silky furred head.

- Poob has an animal nose, curly fur, star shaped paw pads, a color block hoodie, red sneakers with stars drawn onto them and red paw pad markings on the bottom of their sneakers, and a puffy tail. There is confetti caught in the curls on their head and in their tail.

- Infected has scene wear on. He also has freckles(BECAUSE I SAY SO!!1!) and curly dark brown hair. His snot and blood are pink and black checkered. The pins I added on his pants aren’t actually part of his design, I just wanted to add them lol but the pin on his beanie is part of the design

- You can only see the outline of Unpleasant unless something is covering/absorbed in his fur and hair. Most important thing to mention ig is that he has a large bushy tail. Also SHORT UNPLEASANT SUPREMACY IDGAF IF THEY’RE CANONICALLY TALLER THAN MOST PEOPLE

- DrRETRO is HUGE. The only one who’s taller than her is MR. She’s close to height with Wallter, but he’s slightly shorter. She has one a those doctor mirrors on her head, big eyes and a big mouth(her expressions are always exaggerated). She has a white doctor’s coat with a light blue-cyan undershirt, and a stethoscope. Her paw pads are green(unless about to use her killing laser, then they’re pink) and the metacarpal paw pad is a medical cross.

- Folly got a thin tail with tuft on end woooo also hooves that you cant see with the boots on

- Prototype has joints and silver metacarpal paw pads.

- Scag is scag I just wanted 2 draw her

- Pilby has green swirls on their cheeks, their hood is fuzzy, they have a fluffy body, and there’s a pink tuft on the end of their tail. Their handpaws have ribbons with bells around their wrists, and their hind paws have frills around them. Also they have paw pads and each paw has a different color (upper right is blue, upper left is pink, lower right is turquoise, lower left is green)

- Mach is pretty much the same too lol

- Jermbo is shaped kinda bowling pinnish since Buck is his son or something. Also I actually went to the og image and looked at other pictures of Takeru(the name of the cat used in Jermbo’s image) to know what his patterning looks like

- Reddy has a collar with his red tie, overalls, and cuffs on his wrists. There’s a rip on his left overall pant to reveal the bad state his left leg is in

- Wallter is pretty much the same but has cracks in his left upper arm, right thigh, and also technically on on his left thigh but it’s covered by a bandage

Mark has woodchip hair, a construction vest, multiple scars on his arms(from construction. Mainly.) and a bandage above the joint in his stand.

Why did I choose these guys but leave out other characters, like MR, Sarah, Emerson, or Enphoso? Either because 1. I haven’t fully figured out my design for them yet, or 2. I just don’t care enough about them.

[23lvrs]

^ this picture. > this video.

the suit

jaehyun was on his way to this fancy party his parents made him go to but before he did he went to his friends house to pick him up because he couldn’t go alone he would die

“ok before you get mad can you please just wait here for a bit i have to get my suit…” his friend told him feeling bad “this is exactly why i told you to get your suit ready weeks ago… do you need a ride?” jaehyun asked while sitting in the living rooms couch “nah it’s fine i’ll try to be quick”

jaehyun was just on his phone when he noticed from the corner of his eye a figure he looked up and he saw you… in the shortest fucking skirt and smallest crop top… he’s always been so attracted to you but you were his friends sister.. “hi jaehyun nice suit” “thanks” he said getting up walking up to the table in the kitchen to be closer with you “how have you been?” jaehyun asked not really caring he just wanted to speak to you no… he just wanted to look at you. you weren’t really looking at him you were trying to figure out what to eat “i’ve been ok you know school just fucking me over” you say as you bend down to look in the fridge your ass on display. jaehyun honestly couldn’t tell if you were doing it on purpose or not but he didn’t care… he got up and walked behind you bending down with you looking in the fridge

“yea i bet it’s so hard” jaehyun whispered in your ear. you stood up taking a step back “yea.. you know my brothers probably gonna be back soon” you said. your brother has told you many times don’t try anything with his friends which you always respected but jaehyun was different from all his other friends…

“but we’re just talking why would he care?..” jaehyun asked taking a step closer to you. you couldn’t take it you just kissed jaehyun you’ve been wanting him for so long and he’s finally showing you actual interest how could you just not take action

jaehyun picked you up not breaking the kiss into the living room on the couch. as you were making out you started grinding against him feeling how hard he was he’s so fucking sexy and this suit just makes him sexier

his hands reach to your pussy rubbing it a bit. you let out a moan and immediately took them off and while you were doing that jaehyun took his dick out. you didn’t wait to start riding him he felt so good in you it’s everything you been wanting. jaehyun was groaning cause of how tight you felt around him he felt like he was gonna come on the spot.

both of you were were so focused on each other you completely forgot about your brother until you heard the door getting unlocked. you got off jaehyun and ran into the bathroom. jaehyun quickly put his dick back in his pants trying to fix his suit.

“sorry i made you wait for so long let me just change and we’ll be ready to go” his friend said while walking into his room. once you heard the door lock you walked out the bathroom and walked up to jaehyun giggling “that was so close huh… maybe next time you can come over when i’m home alone or something and we can finish?..” you said with the cutest puppy eyes you were too fucking cute his dick was twitching he couldn’t help it he had to kiss you again and he did which caught you by surprise

you pulled back “jae… my brothers here we cant..” you told him with worry on your face “we’ll be fast please baby i need you so fucking bad…” the door then opens “ok jaehyun let’s g- oh y/n what are you doing here” “ i was just talking to your friend because you’re so rude you left him alone” “ok well we have to go now so bye” your brother said dragging jaehyun away from you

jaehyun didn’t know how fucking badly he needed you until then and he felt bad for doing this behind his friends back but you were just too perfect… he can’t wait until the next time he sees you

a/n- sorry if this sucks also i’m lazy to proof read & lmk if i should add any warnings or anything?? i’m not to good at them so idk if i should

[misshoneyimhome]

willy the swiftie is my favorite! what fic would you write for him since cardigan is his favorite song?

Oh babe, this sparks so many ideas ❤️ I suppose it really depends on whether William is more of a lyrics kind of guy or a melody kind of guy—does he actually pay attention to the lyrics and feel a connection to the story, or does he just enjoy the vibe, letting the soothing sounds help him relax 🧘🏼‍♀️?

I can absolutely picture him being the latter, which gives such cosy, lazy sofa vibes. The two of you lounging on the couch with a film or TV show you’ve both seen so many times that there’s no need to pay much attention. His thumb softly tracing circles on your arm as you lean against his chest, both of you simply enjoying the stillness and each other’s company.

But if he’s the type who really listens to the lyrics, trying to understand the meaning and connect with it, then that could inspire such a different moment -

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Cardigan I William Nylander ✐

William Nylander wasn’t the type to dwell on the past. Sure, he’d occasionally get nostalgic about his childhood in Sweden or reminisce about a big hockey win from years ago, but he was more of a live in the moment kind of bloke. Unless it involved hockey stats, line combinations, or plays, he didn’t overthink much.

But over the past few weeks, something peculiar had started to happen. A specific song kept cropping up—first on the radio in his car, then in the middle of a shuffle on his Spotify playlist. Cardigan by Taylor Swift.

At first, he hadn’t thought much of it. It was catchy, sure, but not the sort of song he’d usually pay attention to. Yet, for some reason, he found himself letting it play instead of skipping it. And then, one evening, as he sat alone in his Toronto flat after practice, the lyrics stopped him in his tracks.

“And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone’s bed, you put me on and said I was your favourite.”

The line tugged at something deep inside him, stirring a memory he hadn’t allowed himself to revisit in years. He leaned back on the sofa, staring out at the city lights, the words echoing in his head.

“You drew stars around my scars, but now I’m bleeding.”

A sharp pang spread through his chest���unexpected, almost like his heart had skipped a beat. And just like that, your face appeared in his mind, vivid and unshakable.

He thought of you.

The way you used to look at him with those eyes that seemed to see straight through him, past all the bravado and the hockey jerseys. The sound of your laugh when he’d tease you about your so-called “armchair coaching,” only for you to throw some obscure stat back at him to prove him wrong. The way you’d made him feel like he was more than just a player, more than just a number on a jersey.

He hadn’t let himself think about you in years. Not since that last argument—the one where you’d accused him of caring more about hockey than you, and he’d said you deserved someone who wouldn’t have to split his life between love and a career.

But now, as the song played softly in the background, it was as though the lyrics were unlocking something he’d carefully tucked away. He thought about the way you used to call him “Willy” with that teasing lilt, the way you’d sit beside him at the rink, bundled in scarves and gloves, cheering him on.

He thought about how much he missed you.

William ran a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself for letting his mind wander like this. It wasn’t like him. He was the sort of guy who kept moving forward, who focused on the next game, the next goal, the next win.

But as Cardigan faded into the next song, the weight in his chest lingered. It wasn’t just the music. It was you. You had always been there, somewhere in the back of his mind, like a favourite cardigan tucked away but never truly forgotten.

And for the first time in years, William allowed himself to wonder: Did you ever think about him, too?