#mr soapy

[basil-under-a-blanket]

Made this mr soapy papercraft from crazed desperation. I have no idea why I was so attached to this 3D box of detergent years ago but the mind works in wonderful ways so who am I to judge myself. Anyways there is no HD images of this box on the internet so I resorted to using roblox studio and getting the textures from there.. but it turns out older models can still have texture IDs even when the ID link is broken. Kinda like a ghost. So I ended up taking the best quality zoomed in screenshots I could BUT the nutrition label on the back was different in the only model of the thing I could find so I ended up having to go onto the version of the roblox laundromat game left alive and take a screenshot of the back there. After cleaning it up I think it looks good. Now finally (after some adjustments) I present to you the mr soapy papercraft. I added both one with the tabs and one without just in case. Feel free to make one I guess. I think it’s safe to say I’m the #1 fan of this box of detergent. Also if you revisit pinewood laundromat on roblox be warned that there is a skibidi toilet in the bathrooms. I have no idea why or when it was added and everything else in the game is unchanged. I am doing mad.

[soapieanxiety]

Historical Iceland Ramble: Part 1 - Early Childhood

We’re actually pretty lucky to get a good look at Icelands very early childhood. Not only do we see him immediately after he was “born” but we also see more of his childhood from before Norway showed up in his life.

Interesting things I immediately notice:

- While Norway physically wasn’t there in his life his connection to Iceland is still important even before the two met

- Iceland doesn’t know that he’s a representation but he does know that he’s not human

- Iceland's loneliness is something he’s dealt with literally since he was born. He’s literally Dr. Doofenshmirtz levels of loneliness. I am not joking he’s extremely lonely.

- His hot and cold side is immediately established in these manga panels. Iceland is someone with a lot of internal fire however externally he appears to be the opposite. Sometimes people only portray one side of his personality and ignore the other, but if you truly want to understand Iceland you have to understand that there are two sides to him. They may seem contradictory but in reality both sides merge together and create Iceland. It cannot be ignored

These panels right here tell us directly that there is more to Iceland than what meets the eye. We’ve been told this in character notes, but in the actual content of Hetalia, we are shown it here. We’re shown it constantly, but this is the most in-your-face example I’ve seen. Iceland is directly getting upset at people judging him just based off first impressions. This shows us that not portraying him with these two sides is doing his character a disservice.

In some stories, I see that people make it that Norway found Iceland pretty quickly after his “birth." However I believe that couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m gonna get more into timeline in the next paragraph, but the panel with Iceland contemplating if he has a brother takes place at a minimum 130 years after his “birth." Want proof? These are the next two panels that happen immediately after

It’s believed that civilization on Iceland started at around 870 AD, and it looks like that’s the date Hima went with. It’s the date I’m going to go with as well. Christianity came to Iceland at around the year 999 or 1000 AD, meaning Iceland met the God (/j but y’know what I mean) before he met his brother, the other Nordics, or Mr. Puffin. Now I can see someone arguing that maybe he’s met Mr. Puffin already; however, I believe that if he had, Mr. Puffin would be somewhere in these panels. He’s always with Iceland, and if he’s not, it’s a logical assumption to make that he just hasn’t met the bird yet.

Iceland makes a new friend! Despite the mental breakdown, I do believe meeting Mr. Puffin was an all-around positive in Iceland's life. We see them together constantly after-this, and Iceland finally gets his much needed social interaction. Even if it’s from a bird. He’s still suffering from extreme loneliness, which will affect him for the rest of his life. But it’s a good thing he has Mr. Puffin now, who does teach him a bit about the outside world.

I’d also like to note that Iceland, who knows he has a brother, believes that he’s the only island to exist and that the rest of the world is just ocean. That’s how much he’s suffering from loneliness. I can’t really pinpoint a year these panels take place but I’m fairly confident they take place after 1000, which, as stated earlier, is over 100 years after Iceland was “born.”

These are the last manga panels I’d like to go over and the ones I find the most interesting, in my opinion.

We see more of Iceland and Mr. Puffins time together in Iceland's early childhood. Mr. Puffin tells Iceland about the outside world, which Iceland doesn’t believe. I think this is probably just the loneliness getting to him. What I find really interesting in this panel is that it confirms that Norway knows Iceland exists. Now I love Norway, I’m a firm believer that he’s doing his best as a brother. But this is probably his biggest brother fumble, in my opinion. As an older sibling myself, I can understand being busy with your own life. Norway is obviously busy in this panel, but at this point, Iceland has existed for over 100 years now, and he still hasn’t gone to see him. Being busy for that long just isn’t an excuse. Now I guess I can see a point that maybe this was the first time he realized he had a little brother. However, I believe that this isn’t the first time. Iceland’s “birth” scene has a blacked-out silhouette of Norway and his voice. Now we don’t know what Norway said, but this is implying to me that Norway knows Iceland exists.

Bottom line: Iceland's loneliness in his early childhood was avoidable. Norway could’ve shown up way earlier, but he didn’t. I’m not going to bash him that much for it, but this heavily affects Iceland. I can understand that Norway was most likely a teenager at this time who was focused on being a Viking and fighting other people. However, the negative impacts of this weigh heavy, and Norway’s nosy and overbearing behavior is probably him trying to compensate for not being there for Iceland during this time in his life.

Anyways, thank you for reading Part 1 of this historical Iceland analysis. Part 2 will cover a broader history. I feel like the reason this part was so long is simply because we have so much content of Iceland’s early life. If Part 3 is needed (honestly it might), I’ll let y’all know before Part 2 is published. Expect Part 2 to be published sometime around Thanksgiving, whether that’s before or after. Again, thank you for reading this. My notes app literally started glitching because of how long this was.

Link to Part 2

[crayonflop]

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[mayhemchicken-varneyposting]

I did not realize Floyd was based on an actual character in the book

@animate-mush He is! He's an Unnamed Hungarian Nobleman who shows up in town asking after Varney, makes no effort to disguise that he is a vampire, gets owned by Mrs. Chillingworth, gets shot by the innkeeper, and then floats down a river and out of the narrative without ever interacting with any of the main characters, including Varney. The author was evidently planning to do something with him and changed his mind.

He shows up in a later section and attempts to wheedle money out of Varney, and gets murdered for his trouble. At some point he also tries to bite a girl, and fails. He might be the only vampire worse at vampiring than Varney is.

He does have Toad Fashion, though. (Either he can shapeshift or he can give people nightmares about it)

[buckyalpine]

18+ Filth and pure smut. My mind is on a sexy dilf Bucky with those delicious greys in his beard. I want his sweet wife teasing him over his age, especially after he shakes his head over the way their teenage sons friends keep trying to subtly hit on her. He doesn't blame them because his wife is gorgeous; an absolute milf and he's the luckiest man on the planet to call her his.

You can't help but playfully pinch his side when Bucky ushers your son and his friends all out of the house, slipping him a few bills, insisting he stay out late as he wants. He even gives him permission to crash at a friends house for the night leaving the two of you alone. (of course your son already knows why his dad is so persistent and it leaves him both disgusted and happy his parents are still so in love).

"Breakin' young boys hearts, Mrs. Barnes" Bucky lets out a low chuckle, untying the apron that was tied around your waist, letting it drop to the floor.

"Careful there, old man" You tease, giggling at the way he cocks an eyebrow not that the house was empty, "Might get a heart attack if you try anything at your age" and with that you saunter off to the bathroom to run a shower, looking over your shoulder to see if your husband would follow. He watches the way your hips sway, the insatiable little minx in you trying to get a rise out of him, discarding your clothing in the middle of the bedroom and leaving the bathroom door unlocked on purpose.

He'd show you exactly what an old man could do.

****

You felt your muscles relax as steam filled the room, hot water spraying against your skin while you added your peach shower gel to the loofah. You wondered what Bucky was up to, usually he'd-

"James" You gasp, feeling your husbands hard cock brush against your ass as he presses up you from behind, his large hands moving up your soap slicked body to grope onto your lathered breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples, giving them a harsh tug.

"Shhh," He smirked, nipping your neck, his tongue running up your skin, licking up the water droplets, "Don't stop on my account gorgeous, go on" He let out a satisfied hum when you went back to gently scrubbing your skin, his hands moving to rub up your thighs, ghosting in between them before pulling away and standing in front of you. His cock stood tall and proud, his swollen tip so pink, begging to be touched.

"James, please-

"Uh-uh, thought m' just an old man baby, just doin' what old men do" He smirked, palming himself, his eyes raking up and down your body, wrapping his hand around his shaft, "Aren't you pretty"

You went along with exactly what Bucky wanted, letting your hands trail along your body, soapy bubbles flowing down your curves while your husband started to stroke himself while leaning against the cold shower wall. "You're a pretty sight, look at what you do me to darlin' got me acting like a perverted little boy, touching myself while watching you"

He groaned, jerking himself faster, not sure what he wanted to focus on first. He'd seen you naked plenty of times and he'd certainly showered with you more times that he could count but he'd never get tired of the sight of his wife covered in the cutest bubbles, dripping wet, putting on a shower all just for him.

While Bucky was admiring you, you admired him right back. He'd aged like fine wine, his chestnut hair still luscious, the ends of his hair curling from the steam of the water. His beard had a few flecks of grey which just added to how handsome he was along with the thick muscle that ran under his skin. Nothing turned you on more than a very naked Bucky under hot water, lost in self pleasure with you as his muse. Every groan and whimper was for you, shamelessly touching every intimate part of himself because of you. It was that very sight that had your fingers start to travel down your body, your pussy desperately craving attention.

"That's mine, sugar" Bucky grabbed your wrist before you could slip it between your thighs, pulling it away and positioning himself behind you again. "This pussy here-" His palm cupped every bit of your cunt in the most debauched way, his cock slotted between your ass while his chest was pressed against your back, "Is all mine. I get to play with her baby, s'mine to touch"

"Then touch me Jamie, please" Your voice was nothing more than a whine now and the pet name that slipped out was more than enough for Bucky to know you needed him bad.

"M'Jamie now, huh? Thought I was just an old man before" He chuckled, rubbing his cockhead against your slicked entrance, teasing and letting the tip catch on your hole and pulling away before stuffing his way in.

"F-FUCK JAMES!" You cried out as he set a brutal pace without warning, his thighs slamming against your ass, his hands holding your hips with a bruising grip. "P-PLEASE-Don't-don't stop!"

"That's it, scream for me baby, let everyone know how your husband fucks you" Bucky's hands held onto you for dear life, fucking you like a ragdoll, his fingers skimming across your belly and down to your clit. He could feel your stretch marks as he felt your body up, one of his favorite things about you, his mind starting to wander.

He remembered the way they felt when you were pregnant with your son, the way he'd hold onto your belly, tracing over those gorgeous lines as they made room for his growing baby boy. He'd feel those same curves when making love to you, loving the way you were extra sensitive, constantly craving for him to fill you up. You were the most gorgeous thing when you had a piece of him inside you, fuck he missed it, his balls felt so fuckin' heavy and full and maybe it was just the heat and steam from the shower but-

"Think you could handle another baby?" Bucky purred, his cock already getting harder at the thought of you with a rounded belly again, looking fucking gorgeous, barefoot and pregnant. He was perfectly happy with the way things were but another wouldn't hurt....

Fuck it.

"M'gonna knock you up pretty girl, you'll have my baby again won't ya, gonna let me get you pregnant again? Show everyone I still know how to fuck, show em how well you take my cum in that tight little cunt"

"Oh God, Jamess" Your eyes practically crossed as his fingers began to strum your clit, your head thrown back, barring your neck letting him bite and suck bruises onto your skin, groaning into your ear, "Gonna-gonna cum"

"C'mon mommy, make me a daddy again" Bucky's pace grew faster, the obscene sound of skin slapping filling the bathroom. "Milk my cock, take my cream, want it, want another baby"

Bucky angled his hips to hit depths you didn't know were possible, his fingers rubbing tight circles onto your clit along with those words alone sent you crashing head first into your orgasm. A sob slipped past your lips as your vision went white, your cunt greedily pulsing and gripping onto Bucky's cock, coaxing for him to empty his balls in you.

"That's-fuck that's it, just like that, milk it, shit mommy, milk daddy's cock, fuck'm'gonna-oh God I'm cumming!" Bucky bit down onto your shoulder letting out a slutty moan as cum burst from his cock, his endless orgasm leading to drops of his pearly white seed splashing onto the shower tile below. "Fuck, you make me cum so hard for you baby"

His hips stutterd at the aftershocks of his orgasm, his cock still throbbing the last few spurts while his arms held your limp body, rinsing you both off. He wrapped you up with a fluffy towel, carrying you bed with ease and snuggling up in the sheets.

"Meant what I said, angel" Bucky gave you a soft smile, a hint of shyness now replacing his previous dominant demeanor. "How about another"

"I'd give you as many babies as you want, Mr. Barnes" You giggled, squealing when he rolled on top of you, instantly hard-

My bad, I got distracted while already distracted and then this happened. Look at him though, can you blame me.

[willowed-wisp]

ghost as a dad ( part two ) [ simon riley ]

part one | part three

- Definitely takes your eldest to base when she can walk small distances with him on occasion.

- He literally crouches down and holds her little hands. Her doe eyes wandering everywhere, a pinch of awe and a little bit of fear but when she looks at her dad she gains the courage to continue.

- Definitely calls her, ‘pumpkin’, ‘princess’, and other things that has uncle Soap like a puppy dog.

- Johnny is the only person he trusts with her on base- he is your kids’ god father, along with Simon’s brother, Tommy.

- When Simon notices her getting sluggish, “Come on, sweet pea,” holding her with caution as she has the nerve to bonk him on the nose when talking to his superiors, “what has mummy been teachin’ ya, huh?” Not mad at all, impressed even- she had an impressive right hook for such tiny hands.

- Her head shook, “Not mama, dada,” her finger pointed over to someone, “It was Soapy…” Simon had been on the verge of hysterical laughter but contained himself- remembering the encounter later that day. Even telling you over dinner.

- He has two personalities when your son is born, maybe it was because of his abusive childhood that drove him to leave home but he had a mental block after learning the baby was a boy.

- All of his worry melted away in the delivery room- Simon was the first to hold his baby boy. Something he’d missed with your daughter.

- He decided to be a better father figure to his son than his dad. The BEST father figure even if it fucking killed him.

- Simon’s mother was watching your little girl at home. It was the afternoon that you went into labour. 6 hours down the line it was over and you were hell bent on getting back home.

- Simon takes care of the nitty gritty for the first fortnight, while you get proper rest.

- He rarely sleeps while deployed so he’s used to taking the night shift on. Until your stubborn ass gets him to allow you to take it and that he doesn’t need to do that every night of the week.

- Simon gets his best sleep when your daughter crawls between you in the middle of the night.

- His heart breaks when he sees this little blonde haired figure swaddled in a fluffy blanket waddle through the door he leaves ajar for this exact reason. “What’s wrong, pumpkin?”

- She shuffles over to him, blanket falling at her feet as she jumps into his open arms, “Couldn’t sweep, dada,” Clung to him like a koala bear.

- He gives a gentle boop onto her nose, making her giggle, “Guess you’re gonna have to sleep ‘ere then…” Plopping her down in the middle and giving her one of his pillows.

- She’s such a deep sleeper- good when the baby cries but a nightmare trying to wake her up without getting kicked. She was her dad through and through. Down to the brown eyes, to the little mannerisms she has.

- When she starts nursery, Simon is on school duty. He loves making sure his little girl gets there safe and sound. Ditching the car parked near the packed nursery before walking hand in hand with his pumpkin.

- You wait in the car on the first day, with your boy in his car seat in the back of the Land Rover. In tears watching this 6’5” man crouching down to hold his four-year-old’s daughter’s hand.

- When he returned to the car, his hand at the back of your head dragging you into a breathtaking kiss. You were taken aback, “What was that for?” Said between laughs.

- Tears trapped in his gentle eyes, “You gave me the best kids,” your fingers brushed by his lips before he held them in his, “Thank you…”

- Definitely hangs whatever artwork your girl does on the fridge, praising her macaroni art pieces.

- Gets a call while on base, “Mr Riley?” He acknowledges it’s him. “Hiya, it’s the nursery… there’s been a situation. Y/D/N has gotten into a scuffle with one of the boys…”

- “Is she okay? She hurt?” He blurted out and did the maths on how quickly he could get to his daughter. Not caring how this looked to the other guys.

- “No, Y/D/N punched one of the boys in the face. They were picking on her, when’s the soonest you can pick her up?” He had to hold that laughter, reign it back in a cough.

- “I’ll be there in ten…” He hung up the phone, now giving a small chuckle.

- Price is the first to speak up, “What’s got you so happy, Riley?”

- “Y/D/N just punched a bully in the face…”

- Gaz raised a brow, “That’s a good thing?”

- “I’ve never so proud in my life…”

- He goes to the nursery, doing an act in front of the staff before they get to the car, “Don’t be mad at me, dada…” His heart crushed as she said that, as if he would ever be mad at her.

- “No more punchin’, okay? Call ‘em a prick instead, alright?” Then he turned to her fully. Fist outstretched to her, instead of bumping it she slapped his knuckles. He’d have to teach how to fist bump, “Don’t let people pick on ya… I’m always here…”

- The next day, you received a call. From the nursery… telling both you and Simon to come in.

- Simon carried your son, sound asleep on his dad’s arms. You could tell the staff were maybe a little intimidated by your husband. You were before you discovered he was such a kid under that tough exterior.

- His eyes softer than they had ever been looking at his children, “What’ve you done now, missy?” You studied her features, so much of you in her but that look was all Simon. Determined and a slight scowl, yeah that was Si alright.

- “Y/D/N called one of the other children, something beginning with ‘P’ and ending in ‘Rick’,” Something told you she had some influence from her father.

- He fist-bumped your daughter when you were walking back to the car. You’d have a word with Simon later that day but for that moment. To see him so at peace and her little smile… you wouldn’t spoil that for the world.

- When your son was four years old, you saw the difference with how Simon treated the pair. He instilled kindness in him, took him to football games with the members of 141.

- It affects Simon to be away from them during deployments but you’re the best mother to them. He couldn’t ask for a better partner.

- He lets the kids colour in his tattoos… a pink skull on his arm… green fire… they used sharpie/permanent markers. During deployment it breaks his heart to see the colours fade, he contemplates filling them back in but he says to himself, “Gotta get home so the kiddos can do it…”

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what do you guys think mr black and mr white are doing now?

[joaquinwhorres]

Mr. Fix-It (preview)

You swept stray wisps of hair back into place, as you stared down into the drum of your washing machine. Your gaze drifted to the tupperware container in your hand and then back to the soapy water. 

It'd been fifteen minutes since you started bailing out water with the largest container you had, but the drum was still half-way full. At this pace, you'd be running between the machine and bathroom until three in the morning.  

"Motherfucker," you swore, throwing the tupperware at the washer. The hard plastic clanged loudly against the metal side before clattering to the ground. 

It wasn't as satisfying of a tantrum as you'd hoped. Not when this was the sixth time in four months that laundry day had turned into a complete disaster.

"Mother-fucking-piece-of shit!" You kicked at the machine between each word, drops of water flying off your rain boot as the echo of each hit reverberated through your apartment.

This outburst felt a little better. 

With a heavy sigh, your shoulders drooped and you stared back at your washer, the panel still completely dark. "Why won't you work?" you whined, bending down to embrace the appliance. "Just turn on please," you whispered into the drum. "I promise I'll be nice if you just turn back on this once. I'll never use you again. I'll go to a laundromat and you can retire if you want. I'll even let you stay here–"

There was a knock at your door.

You screwed your eyes shut, lightly banging your head against the washer. Of course. You gave yourself until the next knock to wallow in misery before straightening up and heading for the door. 

Naturally, as you moved towards the door, your foot slipped out for the second time today (despite the rainboots you'd put on to prevent it from happening again), and you slid across the floor, finding your footing for a second only to stumble forward as your body continued over your stopped foot, crashing right into the door. 

"Are you ok?" the person on the other side called through, and you exhaled through your nose all of the frustration and despair you felt in the moment, plastering on what had to be the most artificial smile you'd ever given.

"I'm fine!" you called back, undoing the locks to pull open the door.

There, standing before you, was an incredibly attractive man. 

Because of course there was when you were wearing soaked laundry day sweats tucked into your rainboots, your hair all over the place, cheeks flushed from running the length of the apartment between the washer and tub.

"Hey," his brow furrowed in concern as he took in each part of your frazzled presence. "I'm Joaquín--your downstairs neighbor. I heard some banging and just wanted to make sure everything was ok."

"I'm so sorry," you shook your head. "My washer's broken, so I've been trying to fix it, and I just got a little frustrated. I'll make sure to keep it down."

"No!" he said quickly, waving his hands in front of him. "No, I didn't mean--the noise is fine. I hardly ever hear you which is what made me think to come up. Your washer's broken?" He threw in the last question as if he'd just realized he was rambling and needed to find a way to stop himself. 

"Yeah, it won't turn on."

"And you texted Jim?"

You nodded. "He said his guy's on vacation til next Monday, so it'll be Monday or Tuesday at the soonest." As if you hadn't waited until you were completely out of clean underwear to do laundry and could make it five days. Mentally, you added Go to Target to your to-do list. 

Joaquin nodded, seeming to mull over the information. "Do you want me to take a look at it?"

You shook your head tiredly. "It's fine. I'm probably about to give it up. I just couldn't go down without a fight."

He grinned at this, and you had to admit, it made you feel the tiniest bit better. "You sure? Fixing machines is kind of my thing." A thought seemed to strike him as he looked a bit horrified for a second and added. "Then again, if you don't want to let a guy you just met into your apartment, I totally understand."

"I mean at this point I'm open to being murdered, so by all means," you stepped back from the door, gesturing for him to come in, and he did so, laughing. 

"Sorry, murdering isn't really my thing."

"And I was just starting to like you, Joaquin," you said, dryly, shutting the door behind him. 

[princesayumi4k]

SHIGARAKI TOMURA:

100% a tits guy, he doesn't care about size, doesn't care about gender, tits, titties, boobs.

He doesn't grab them often even though he loves to, he'll sandwich his face in them, lay in them, kiss them, titjob galore and will lick your underboob as he teases your clit/tip.

SHOUTA AIZAWA:

A thigh guy for sure, he likes wrapping you with his scarf and watch your thigh fat go over the scarf, even if they're small. Doesn't care about size but would probably prefer someone with more thigh fat just so he can see the droop.

Thighjobs basically everyday, squishes them, lays his head in them (and sometimes naps in them), etc.

TOUYA TODOROKI/DABI:

Ass guy. Ass, ass, ass.

Why? He likes to burn his handprint into your ass, even through your pants (even though you yell at him for it, it just turns him on more). He'll smack it, fuck it, spit on it, he'll rail it while fucking you good in front of the mirror so he gets multiple angles.

ATSUHIRO SAKO/MR. COMPRESS:

Is very chill with it, but a proud thigh lover, he doesn't really know why himself...maybe it's because his s/o's thighs are so soft...squishy...maybe it's because his dick fits so perfectly between them...he doesn't know but they're amazing.

STAIN:

1000% ass guy, smacks it even when people are watching, eats ass like it's a job and will fuck you from the back with or without a mirror in front. Just likes seeing your ass jiggle and fill up with his seed.

KATSUKI BAKUGOU:

Cannot tell me this man isn't an ass guy, he's a mix of Dabi and Stain but mostly Stain related.

With or without a mirror he'll be fucking you hard from the back, one hand on your head pushing you against ANYTHING as he leans back from you and fucks you (bonus: if you're a girl, on your period he thinks it's a reward since he can't fuck you on your period- unless you let him...), he'll use his free hand to occasionally smack your ass once you get you quiet for more noise.

HANTA SERO:

Casual tits guy. More of a looker than a toucher though, he likes sucking on them, soapy tit pics are his favorite and he likes fondling them when he gets the chance, no matter the size/shape.

KIRISHIMA EIJIRO:

Proudly an ass guy, smacks it every time he walks past you, or even grabs it (since he loves PDA).

Smushes his face in it too, even if you think it's (at least a bit) weird. Doesn't eat your ass though, just likes squishing and smushing it.

DENKI KAMINARI:

Loves tits, titties, breasts and boobs everyday and night.

He's kind of like Sero, rather a looker than toucher but looker is an understatement. He stares, a bit of cleavage and your eyes suddenly don't exist to him.

He does act like Tomura and Sero though, licks your underboob, squishes it, licks, sucks, etc.

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[shotmrmiller]

but Riley actually sniffing you out on a walk though and is so excited to see her second favorite human. See? His dog loves you so so much. You can't make Riley sad by never seeing her again. She was already so sad when you didn't come back after Simon came home. Maybe you should just move into the spare room for when Simon inevitably has to report back to duty.

Okay but he pays you extra to fill up his fridge with groceries a week before he comes home. Works for you.

Except he never gets back on time. There's always a delay at work, keeping him there for much longer. You don't question it because it's not your place... but the vibrant green, crisp bell peppers are gonna spoil. The cilantro is wilting, unused. The tomatoes are over ripening. What a shame :(

Luckily for you, your boss is incredibly generous. He tells you to just eat whatever's about to go bad. Wouldn't want to waste all of your hard work. Even says you can use his kitchen.

It feels weird but your frugality wins in the end. You make yourself some tasty meals, even Riley gets a nibble or two. (All dog safe. She doesn't get any if she sits in the kitchen while you're cooking nor begs. We have house training and you also feel like Mr. Riley would skin you alive if she picked up any bad habits because of you.)

This is where Simon shows you off, passing his cracked phone around the table in mess hall. Look at how cute you are beating eggs. Delicate pink tongue poking out from the corner of your lips as you concentrate on peeling potatoes. He should buy you an apron, would hate for your clothes to get stains that'd be hard to wash out. Maybe some dish washing gloves too. Although the soapy, warm water does make your palms look incredibly soft after washing dishes.

How would they feel around his throbbing cock?

Simon exudes pride, sunken eyes glimmering behind his chipped mask when his boss admits that your food does look pretty damn good.

Tha's my girl. She knows tha' the way to a man's heart's through his stomach.

[nanivinsmoke]

✩ Happy Ending

✩ kento!nanami x fem!reader

✩ warnings & tags: public sex, sex in a bathhouse, soapy sex, rough sex, handjobs, anal teasing, ass job, boobjob, degrading, squirting, creampie, panty sniffing (this is new for me), etc…

when a trip to the spa ends up….surprising.

nanami handed the receptionist his id, pushing up his glasses as he took a look around the nice, clean, establishment. he hadn’t been to a spa before and when his coworker gave him a coupon for this one; he decided to make use of it.

“enjoy, mr. nanami,” the receptionist smiled brightly, handing the blonde back his id, along with a towel and what he assumed was a wrapped up kleenex. what was he going to need that for?

he made his way into the private locker room that came with his coupon, and he began to undress. he looked into the mirror in front of him and looked at the noticeable changes on his body. his muscles were tense and there was some scarring from his last mission.

he looked at the sign next to the mirror and its lists of massages he could possibly get. ‘happy ending?’ he questioned to himself, wondering what it was since there was no description; only its time. whatever it was an hour of it must’ve been enjoyable. tapping the tablet right next to the sign, he scheduled his massage and headed to the adjoined bathhouse.

he placed his towel and glasses on a nearby shelf and stepped under a shower head, its scalding her comfortable waters easing some of the tension once he turned it on. he lathered up his nude body good, suds cascading down his body as it mixed with the water.

he rinsed off and hopped in the huge pool of water, he sat underneath the running fountain and closed his eyes as the warm waters hit his skin.

while he sat there, you stepped into the bathhouse, wearing a short red robe, holding a stool in one hand and two small buckets in the other. you placed the stool in the water beside him, startling a bit. “oh shit!”

“sorry, sir. didn’t mean to startle you. im here for your massage” you smiled, hoping to calm him down a bit before you got started. he took a look at you, eyes scanning your curves that poked out through the sheer robe. you were practically naked underneath it, besides the fact that your were wearing panties. mahogany irises darting back up to your cute face, searching your own for any malice.

ever since his last mission, he had been a little jumpy. it took a toll on him, and his body paid a price for it. he nodded his head, after realizing you had no ill intentions, and sat on the stool, his muscular back facing you. you dropped your robe to the side and got to work on him.

pouring a bucket of suds on to him, you lathered his body up and you could feel how tense he was. you started with his shoulders, easing out all the kinks and soreness, working your way down his back. nanami hadn’t had a massage in years and this by far was his best. the way your hands were soft and thorough against his rugged body was enough to make him relax. he was relaxed enough to even let out a groan.

the moan was starting to become pleasurable for him, having his body worked on was enough to make his dick twitch—and he immediately put his hands over his bulge. but, as you moved to the lower side of back—right above where his ass started—he couldn’t help but to throw his head back and let out a shrew of cuss words. his dick thumped as your thumbs kneaded and pressed into his muscles, and he was seconds away from fisting his cock—that is until you pulled away.

he sighed, feeling blue balled; he was going to get one off when you left. but, this was just the beginning of the massage; and you dumped your other bucket of suds onto your nude body—pressing your boobs into his back and reaching over and replacing his hand with yours, catching the six foot male by surprise.

“what are you—“ he wanted to speak but the way you were massaging his balls and his hard on had him sucking in some air. it didn’t take him long for him to understand what a happy endings massage meant, but he couldn’t resist his urges. he let you continue working your soft hands around his cock—looking down as your smaller hands wrapped around him; working down from his pink mushroom tip, to the bottom of his nine inches.

you could see the translucent droplets of his precum leaking out and the way his balls felt in your hands, just showed you how much he was pent up. he needed to release badly and you were going to pull out all the stops to help him.

the feeling of your soft lips being planted on his skin made him let out a shaky moan, his eyes were low and lidded and he could feel his orgasm coming. you moved your lips up to his neck and sucked on it, a deep moan escaping him—following his long await release. milky white ropes pool out and onto your fist, coating your soft skin.

his hips jerked as he came, his balls trying to empty out every last drop; before you removed your hand. he sighed, body still slightly twitching from his orgasm, before opening his mouth up to speak—only to let a moan out. brown eyes dart up to your face, seeing that pretty little smile while your round—soft tits, smothered his cock. your tits were covered with his cum and you opened your mouth, letting a string of spit glide off your tongue; and in between your tits.

he sat there in pure bliss, mouth agape while he watched you give his sensitive cock another milking. the way you looked so sexy while doing it and the plushy feeling of your tits had him spurting all over them in the matter of seconds. he let out deep groan, one that made you press your legs together. he was hunching over as you continued bouncing your tits on his sensitive shaft, trying to get every last drop out.

he pulled you back by your hair, the roughness taking you by surprise—pulling you up by your strands, so he could smash his lips onto yours. your eyes widened, but you closed them—letting him dominate you. the kiss was so lewd, he made out with your tongue, a spit trail following when you pulled away—only for you to slurp it back up. from that moment on, you knew he was different than most your customers. he was the only one to make you wet, the only one who had you craving for more.

with your previous customers you stuck to handjobs, oral, titjobs and sometimes assjobs. but, with him it was different. she was going to let him fuck her stupid. he reached behind you and grabbed two handfuls of your fat ass, holding you up and carrying you to the nearby recliner beach chair. he took a nice long look at you and noticed you still had his babies on your wet skin, along with your black panties.

big rough hands pull down your panties, ‘accidentally’ rubbing against your slit when he did— with your essence sticking to the fabric. with no hesitation he brought the fabric up to his face and took a big whiff of your cream; your scent taking over his mind. you could see his dick jump as he continued to smell you, your face hot with embarrassment as you watched him.

nanami then took his free hand and began to jerk himself off, the smell of your juices aroused him so much cock leaked white ropes; hitting your body once more. his hips jerked he rode out his third orgasm, his mind so fucked with the thought of you—it was like he was in trance. “so, much sir…” your voice soft, manicured hands rubbing his milky white cum into your skin.

dropping your black panties, he remembered about the kleenex and towel the receptionist gave him and he walked over to the stand; only for him to realize that it wasn’t a kleenex—instead it was their custom made condom.

nanami chuckled and brought over the items, only for him to catch you licking up his leftover nut. it was sexy for him to see, he never had anyone be so vulgar; yet he had never showed his kink off to another person.

the blonde held up the condom to you, non verbally asking you and you shook your head—a smirk etching on his lips. he hovered over you as you laid on the blue beach chair, cunt glistening with your slick. his eyes darted up to your plump lips and couldn’t help but to reattach his to yours. just by kissing him alone had your pussy thumping, you needed him; and the way your body was covered with goose bumps—let him know how much you needed him.

“turn around,” his voice deep and demanding—you couldn’t help but to comply. breasts smushed together on the chair, your fat ass so round and beautiful for him, and your legs were so damn sexy. just looking at you had him wanting to paint your skin with nothing but his cum.

skipping the foreplay, he went right to spreading your ass apart; showing off that pretty pussy. hole clenching around nothing, your slick slid down your cheeks—towards your pretty little ass hole. the way it was shining for him, he couldn’t help but to tease it—rubbing his thumb around it before dipping his finger in and out. the sweet melodic sounds from your lips was such a turn on for him, he could listen to it daily—a huge turn on for him.

nanami leaned down and placed his hard cock between your cheeks, suckin in some air from how you smothered him with its fatness. never in a million years did he think he would be trying out his fantasies, especially in a place like this. the way your slick coated his shaft and mushroom head as he moved, and made him throw his pretty blonde head back. this was unfucking believable for him and the more he moved, the hornier you became. and soon his pretty tannish cock was glistening with your juices.

“fuck, gonna cu—“ he couldn’t even finish his sentence as you wiggled your ass against him—hard—making him cum pretty ropes of white all over your ass. you shuddered, riding off your own orgasm as you continued to move against him. this was the first time you ever came from havin your ass cheeks fucked and the first time you ever had man cum this much.

pulling back, his dick slipped out from between, and you turned your head slightly to look at him.

“sir i hope—.“

“—kento” he corrected and you smiled.

“kento, i hope you have more left over. this time i want you to do it inside~” your voice was so seductive and the way your eyes were darkened with sheer lust, fueled him. pressing his tip at your soddened entrance had you sucking in some air, arching your back up slightly; as he proceeded to stretch you out.

“so…big~” he pushed himself deeper inside of you, the feeling of your wet spongy walls clinging to him, had him pulling out prematurely; slapping his dick against your cheeks—eliciting a whine from you.

“kento….i want all of it. every last drop—hngh~” he slammed himself inside of you, filling you to brim with his cock. he let you adjust to his size for a second, lifting you up slightly by your tummy—making a deep arch for him, pumping his cock in and out of you. grunts and groans puddled out of his mouth, brown eyes fixated on your ass clapping and rippling against him—watching the white film build up.

“so. fucking. wet!” he slapped your ass, hard, the stinging sensation was painful, yet pleasurable—making you scream. “more~!” you begged, teeth sinking into your bottom lip; turning your head slightly to look at him. your face contorted with arousal was enough for him to continue to punish your cheeks with his hands. the way it wobbled with each smack and his strokes were so hypnotizing, yet it only made his desire for you grow.

he grunted and pushed your head down, pounding your pretty pussy deep into the chair, irises rolling in the back of your head—showing nothing but white. he was fucking more than just your body. he was fucking your mind as well.

nanami could feel your walls spasming, clenching frantically around him, “go ahead and cum for me baby. show me how that pretty pussy could milk daddy’s cock.”

his vulgarness and his powerful thrusts, made your orgasm come quicker. his tip hit the spongy spot repeatedly, making you gush all over him. your walls contracted around him, as you came—his own orgasm following behind. he pushed himself in deeper, cunt sloppy and wet while he fucked you, “let me breed this pretty pussy. g’na let me do that, hm?”

you were so dizzy from your orgasm, all you could do was nod your head; before he shot his load deep inside of you—milking him as he pumped.

“fuck!” he cursed, slowing his stroke down before pulling out of you; his cum pooling out of you, until he plugged his fingers up into your cunt. he caught you by surprise as he wriggled his two fingers inside of you, mixing his fluids with yours—driving you insane, only for you to push him out as you squirted. he slapped your ass as the translucent liquid flew out of you, pulling your head back to kiss you—making you snap out of your euphoric daze.

“c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up doll and end your shift, so i can take care of you for the rest of the night.”

[atzhrts]

Just a thought but imagine you help Sungchan wash his car and both of you just end up fucking on top of the car. 👁️👄👁️ like soapy tits and all and your top is STILL on you too 😭😭😭

that’s such a sungchan, mr. im horny over everything my girl does, thing to do.

includes: kind of pervy boyfriend sungchan

maybe you were trying to be sweet by offering your help or maybe he convinced you with a greater goal, seeing you wet and soapy, in mind. he’d even be as nice of a boyfriend to chose an outfit for you!!!! asking you which option you prefer as your eyes wander from the completely white shirt in his left hand to the white shirt with pink sleeves in his right hand.

when the two of you actually start washing his car he’d accidentally hold the stream directly onto you, giggling and rushing over to you. immediately hugging you close to his body, smiling when he feels your nipples through your shirt as he tells you how sorry he is and that it was a total accident. as soon as the soap came out he completely lost his mind. purposely telling you to get the spots that are farthest away from you, making you bend over his car and sungchan staring blatantly at your ass. once you come back up and turn around his eyes almost pop out of his head, the soap having soaked through your shirt completely making it cling even tighter to your body, sungchan didn’t think that would be possible.

that afternoon sungchan thanks his past self that he chose to do this at home rather than driving to a car wash, that wouldn’t have allowed the position you found yourselves in right now. sungchan bending you over the hood of his car, both of your pants pulled down and his shirt between his teeth as he watches his dick disappear in your wet heat.

“don’t miss that spot right here” he bends down, pressing his dick even deeper inside of you as he points to the squeaky clean surface of his windshield.

[sloanesallow]

Mirror, Mirror

Sebastian is glad to be home for the holidays, ready to gift his wife with a wicked fantasy. Written for the November NSFW writing event for the OHL Discord server. The prompt was "The Naughty List"...though I kind of shoehorned in the Christmas theme... Sebastian Sallow x F!MC (Unnamed) Tags: MDNI, NSFW! Sexual content, dirty talk, mirror sex, arranged marriage but they like each other, more Stupid Sexy Sebastian. Technically a continuation of "Tell Me". 1.7k words [Ao3] | [Wattpad] | [Tumblr Masterlist]

It’s Christmas.

Last year, Sebastian spent the holiday alone, but now he is a married man with a wife to dote on. After spending nearly two weeks away on Ministry business, he is eager to be home. It isn’t how he expected to feel so soon after the wedding, an arranged affair he wanted nothing to do with. But Mrs. Sallow has surprised him, in more ways than one.

She is still a shy creature of few words, but has relaxed considerably since their wedding night. She smiles and listens when he yammers on about his day and has gradually sought out his company and comfort. The more he learns about her as a person, the more besotted he becomes, realizing that their future isn’t as grim as he once believed.

Not to mention all the fun he’s having teaching her about carnal pleasures.  

Sebastian has every intention of surprising his wife with his arrival, but after sneaking up the stairs and entering the master suite, he finds it empty. He’s about to retreat and check the other rooms when he hears sloshing water from the adjoining bathroom and quietly advances. He peeks through the small gap in the door to see her relaxing comfortably in the ornate tub, head resting against the porcelain rim. Steam rises from the soapy water, the top of her breasts barely visible. It’s a delectable sight, one that nearly causes him to stride in and join her, fully clothed.

Instead, he grins and retreats, leaving her be as he prepares the room for their reunion. Sebastian sheds his coat and jacket, loosening his tie before rolling up his sleeves. He kicks off his boots and stokes the hearth so they won’t freeze. It’s only when he’s inspecting his hair and teeth in the standing mirror that he conjures a wicked idea.

Not bothering to use magic, he lifts the framed glass and sets it down by the foot of the bed, carefully angling the hinges just so. He sits, a new wave of excitement rushing through his veins as his imagination runs wild. That’s where his wife finds him when she emerges from the bathroom with bright, surprised eyes and flushed skin.

She adjusts her robe a little, a shaky smile pulling at her lips. “You’re home.”

Sebastian smirks as he takes in the sight of her, a figment of his wildest dreams come true. He extends a hand, a silent comment he knows she’ll obey. She slowly approaches, yelping when he wastes no time in pulling her onto his lap, strong arms wrapping around her waist to secure her against him.

“Did you miss me, Mrs. Sallow?” he teases, playfully nipping the tender skin on her neck. She gasps, and it’s a sound he’s come to adore. He repeats the action, adjusting her so she’s more comfortably leaning against his back. “Because I missed you.”

“You did?”

“Is that so hard to believe?” he murmurs against her pulse point as his hands start to roam. “I’ve done some rearranging. I think it’s time you see for yourself how enchanting you are.”

She trembles, and he glances up to find her staring at their reflection, a brilliant blush on her cheeks. “Don’t be so demure, my love. Not when I had you screaming my name the night before I left.”

“I—I did not—”

“Yes,” he interjects, gently tugging on her earlobe with his teeth. “You did. Would you like a demonstration?”

“Gods, no!”

Sebastian loosens his grip on her, but despite her flustered state, she doesn’t flee. Instead, she leans into his embrace, sighing when his fingers slip inside her robe. Her skin is still warm from the bath, soft beneath his touch. He cups one of her breasts, and when he rolls a nipple between his thumb and forefingers, her head rolls back against his shoulder, lips parted in a silent moan.

“Do you want me?” he asks. She nods but he pauses, daring to pull away. “You know better than that, dear wife. Use your words.”

“Yes, please,” she whimpers. “I—I want you.”

“As you wish,” he darkly chuckles, taking his time with pulling her robe open to expose her naked flesh. The silk parts and he slips the fabric from her delicate shoulders so he can trail a path of open-mouthed kisses down her neck. With one arm tucked around her waist, he spreads her legs, hitching one over his knee and the other over his free arm so her sex is on full display. He watches the way her expression shifts in the mirror, gaze locked on his fingers as they caress her inner thigh.  

“Did you play with yourself while I was gone?” he questions, thrilled by the way her chest rises and falls with quick, little breaths. She nods again but this time he doesn’t push for more. Instead, he slides his fingers to where she needs him most, parting her folds to find her slick and ready. She melts against him with a shaky moan and her eyes flutter closed.

“None of that now,” he chides, moving the hand around her waist up to gently grasp her chin. “Open your eyes, love. I want you to watch. Watch, or I’ll stop touching you.”

She slowly peeks open her eyes before blinking to focus on their reflection, another strangled moan slipping from her lips as he circles her clit. Her hips twitch up, her body silently begging for more. Sebastian flicks his gaze back and forth between her dreamy expression and glistening center, groaning at how hard the sight makes him. As eager as he is to drop trou and sink into her, there is something incredibly gratifying in the way he makes her come undone with just his hands.

Sebastian pushes a finger into her, and she’s so hot and wet that he quickly adds a second. “Look at how well you take my fingers, love,” he praises, listening to her labored breaths as he slides his fingers in and out of her, gradually increasing the speed and depth. “Imagine how it will look when it’s my cock splitting you open.”

His lewd words only seem to arouse her further, and he groans in appreciation when he feels her inner walls clench around him. He continues to observe his own movements in the mirror, spellbound by the erotic fantasy come to life. His wife, so wanton and willing, writhing in his grasp as he pleasures her in the way only he can.

“Sebastian,” she practically whines his name and he growls against her neck, marking her with his lips and teeth. He can’t help but rock against her, his arousal still painfully restrained within his trousers. She rocks against him too, panting and mewling in desperation as he plunges his fingers deep, pressing against the tender spot that triggers her orgasm.

Only when she slumps against him does he remove his fingers, wiping some of her release across her inner thigh as he steadies her through the aftershocks. Sebastian struggles to be patient as she settles, clenching his jaw as his cock throbs for attention. Eventually, his wife lulls her head to the side to gaze at him through her eyelashes and he angles her chin again to kiss her mouth, expressing his hunger for her.

“I need you,” he rasps, swallowing her whimpers as he bites her bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue. Sebastian shifts her, “Fuck, I need you.”

She nods, desperation in her expression as she shifts, helping him to unclasp his trousers and tug them down far enough for his cock to spring free. He yanks off her robe completely, tossing it to the floor before pulling her back onto his lap, back flush against his chest with her hands and feet pressing into the mattress on either side of his thighs. The positioning is awkward, but Sebastian is intent on having her this way, so they can both witness the exquisite way she takes him.

“Perfect,” he hushes against her ear, positioning himself before grasping her waist to help her balance. “You’re so beautiful like this, my love. Mine.”

“Yours,” she replies, their eyes locked in the mirror.

A dark, possessive sound echoes from his throat and he snaps his hips up, filling her with his need. Their attention snaps to where they are joined, and Sebastian swears he might come from the sight alone. He can’t sink completely into her with the position, but he doesn’t need to, already grazing against the spot within her that makes her shiver in ecstasy.

He digs his fingers into her flesh, guiding her movements as he sets a slow, sinful pace in an effort to savor the sensation. The reflection ensnares him, a vivid display he’ll have burned into the back of his mind for the rest of his life. Sebastian snaps out of the momentary daze when he senses the telltale signs of her impending release, her entire body convulsing as her walls flutter and squeeze around him. He isn’t going to last, not like this.

“Come on, darling,” he grunts, pulling her down onto him as he curses under his breath. “Come on your husband’s cock like the good little wife you are.”

And she says she didn’t scream his name.

“That’s right, love,” he murmurs, his voice cracking as he feels his release rapidly approaching. He shouts her name in kind, clutching her close as he groans and spills into her. “Mine,” he repeats, over and over as he loses himself to the overwhelming pleasure.

She’s still trembling when he finally withdraws a few moments later, and Sebastian uses the last of his strength to gather her up in his arms before placing her comfortably in the bed. He stretches out beside her exhausted form, smiling as he presses lazy kisses to her shoulder.

“Happy Christmas, Mrs. Sallow,” he whispers, tucking himself close. She turns her head to look at him, and he swears there’s an emotion in her gaze not present before that makes his heart skip a beat. She smiles, kissing him softly.

“Happy Christmas, Mr. Sallow.”

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[cosmicalily]

11:13pm with yang jeongin - a @cosmicalily timestamp

author’s note: lowkey tmi but i've somehow gotten a full period this week despite the fact that the pill is telling me that absolutely should not be happening (super fun and idk when or if it'll end!) and i've literally just been crying in pain nightly and not been able to sleep or do much at all!! not hot. but yk what is hot? respectful and supportive relationships and being cared for by yang jeongin. 

warnings: periods (shouldn't be too bad though for my fellow period-havers bc in the clerb, we all fam), also nudity (non-sexual)

“Hey baby, you all good in there?” Jeongin’s voice came through the other side of the bathroom door, his cheek pressed against the wood. “It's been like an hour . . . you haven't fallen asleep, have you?”

You groaned a little and attempted to sit up straight in the bathtub. “No, I haven't.” As you pulled yourself up, you felt a clench in your lower belly and let out a whimper.

“Are you okay? Can I come in?” he asked, sounding worried.

“Yeah,” you replied, allowing your body to slide down the bath and submerge back under the hot soapy water. 

He opened the door tentatively, then pouted when he saw your pained expression. Your eyes were glossy with tears, and you looked paler than usual, the only colour in your cheeks from the burning temperature of the bath. “Oh, sweet girl,” Jeongin sighed, coming to sit by you. He reached for your damp hand and interlocked his fingers with yours, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I'm fine,” you said, although you most definitely were not. “It's just my period.”

“Never understood why God had to give you those,” Jeongin huffed, and you let out a small giggle.

“Calm down, Mr. Feminist. I'll be okay, really. I've just already taken as much medicine as I can and only heat really helps the pain otherwise.”

“Yeah but, you're not okay now,” he remarked, and you nodded in agreement because he genuinely wasn't wrong. “Do you want me to stay with you?”

You smiled at him weakly. “It would be nice.”

“Do you want me to wash your hair?” he asked, running a hand through your damp locks. 

“Mm,” you replied, melting into his touch. He wrapped his arms around your neck and kissed you on the nose, cheeks and lips, gazing at you worriedly.

“I'm sorry I can't really do much to help,” Jeongin said defeatedly, and you reached a hand up to cup his cheek, soapy water trickling down his neck.

“It's okay, baby. You're here with me, that's enough right now.”

He held you a little closer, your body soaking his shirt. And you stayed there, damp but warm, because if that was what you needed, it was what he wanted to give you.

[fbfh]

Do you still write for Dave Lizewski? I loved what you've written for him so far!

FUCK yes I do. Listen there's a lot I could say about Dave, but one thing that is NEVER addressed is how deeply rooted and repressed his mommy issues are. I'm sorry, your mom dies in front of you and you're just... not affected by it??? bullshit!!!!!!! Dave CRAVES a soft gentle touch, a divine feminine aura. Even if you're not a girl, if you just take care of him gently and look at him with a soft fondness he will fold SO fast. and yes having a nice rack (while not necessary) will help with this a lot. and by a nice rack I mean literally just having anything on your chest. flat tits, huge tits, lopsided tits, fake tits, real tits, literally ANYTHING. even if your tits are practically nonexistent he WILL still be trying to grope and suck on them. and he WILL succeed. nothing in this world can stop this boy from drooling over you.

after a particularly long night full of stopping some muggers, making sure the town drunk doesn't fight anyone, and helping some college girls get home safe, he shows up at your place, a little bumped and bruised but not majorly injured. you greet him with this soft, understanding smile and bring him up to your bathroom. It's all clean and soapy and smells like you, and he immediately starts to relax. you help him take off his suit and he tries not to get hard from the feeling of your warm hands getting him out of his suit and exposing his skin to the cool air. you start inspecting him to see how bad he's hurt - because of all his nerve damage he doesn't always notice how bad his injuries are.

you smooth his hair and praise him, listen to him talk about his night patrolling the neighborhood. worry flashes across across your face as you see the scratches all over his face and arms.

"Oh, uh, Mrs. Landsberg's cat got stuck..." He trails off sheepishly while you smile and put disinfectant on his nicks and scrapes.

"Look at you, helping little old ladies and rescuing cats from trees." you coo playfully.

"Well, she got stuck in the attic crawl space, but..." he shrugs with another blush, feeling all proud and sheepish from your praise.

"Close enough."

you press a kiss to his nose.

"now all you need is a job at the daily planet."

Dave was so sore and tired after tonight that he felt like he'd need days to recover. but after 10 minutes with you, you already have him laughing and feeling like himself again. Dave doesn't know what he did to luck out and have you in his life, but he thinks about you all the time. If he's not physically with you (or texting you or calling you or snapping you or lurking on your social media accounts or reading through your old texts or looking through the folder of pictures and videos he has of you saved in his phone or-) he's thinking about you all the time. he even dreams about you every night. no matter how much time he spends with you, he always wants more. Dave is definitely in the sex isn't enough I need to crawl inside your skin club.

[novashelby]

Pink Panties-Tommy Shelby x Reader

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Female Reader Word Count: 2.4k Warnings: dirty talk, dubcon, teasing, spanking, panty obsession, sniffing said panties, fantasizing about said panties, breath play. Summary: Tommy Shelby's cute maid gets herself into some trouble, and well, he wants to uphold his reputation.

Please enjoy! Remember to comment and reblog. Is this a good comeback? It was meant to be a drabble about spanking. A cute drabble about spanking.....(And thank you strangergraphics for the divider).

He was a particular man as he enjoyed things neat and in order, but he more often than not, was not a cruel man to work for. To be a maid or nanny in the Shelby household was sort of a privilege on the ladder of household jobs. She was a simple maid who clocked in and then clocked out, and no one, but Francis had ever paid attention to her. Though, the occasional time that she’d get a glimpse of the man, he’d offer a nod of kindness and politely tell her to have a good day. She wasn’t as loud as Maisy, as outgoing as Clara, and certainly wasn’t as funny as Sandra. Many of the guests coming in and out paid attention to them, offering little quips of flirting. But her? She preferred to move quietly with her broom through the shadows. 

She took her little bucket with soapy water and the mop, turning his office doorknob with her elbow. Grunting as she pushed open the door with her bottom, the person inside looked up, amused how she struggled. “Shoot, shoot, shoot,” she hissed, water droplets splashing from the bucket. Throwing down the mop, the room echoed with a little boink. 

Tommy slid back down in the chair, feet propped on the desk and smoke perched between his fingers. He watched as she worked for a while, humming, completely oblivious to his presence. But he wasn’t oblivious to hers. She definitely wasn’t as loud as Maisy, outgoing as Clara, and annoying as Sandra, he thought, but she was certainly, in his opinion, the prettiest. The most delicate, the quietest, and the most womanly. Not womanly as physically, but that she radiated a certain femininity modern day ladies lacked. In fact, out of all his girls, she was perhaps the one with the most inquiries from single men. Often partners of his. But none of them would do her justice. 

His eyes followed the curve of her body as she bent over to move an ottoman. A breath hitched, getting stuck in his throat. Kicking his feet off the desk, he slowly got up and moved over. She was attempting to move an iron sculpture, far too heavy for her. Slow, taunting strides, he moved closer until he could smell her perfume. “Let me help you,” he said, but when his hand went to touch her shoulder, she immediately swirled around with a look of horror on her face.

Her heart dropped. She was alone just two minutes ago. Who? How? When? Gripping the wet mop tightly, she let out a loud shriek. The mop at that point turned into a very reliable weapon as she raised in and whacked it across his face. Tommy stumbled back, hand feeling the wetness on his cheek. “Fookin’ ‘ell!” he cursed, putting his hand up.

When her breathing eased and her heart calmed, she took a deep breath, stick the mop in the bucket. When she realized who she hit, her face went ghostly pale. “Mr. Shelby,” she whispered, seeing not only her job, but also her life flash before eyes. Immediately, she went for her rag, dabbing along his wet cheek. Fretting, she kept repeating, “oh, I’m so, so, so sorry…I just, I had…You just…Mr. Shelby, you’re never in your office at this time.”

Sighing, he moved away a bit, softly grabbing her hand. “It’s alright, it’s alright. Just be more careful with that thing, eh?” He pointed to the mop and her eyes followed before looking back at him. “It’s dangerous, I suppose.” It took her a moment to hear the smile in his voice. When she finally understood his tone, she smiled. “I was going to help you move that thing.”

“The sculpture?” she asked, kicking at it. It was a god-awful fugly thing. Rich people often bought ugly things. “I still don’t know what it is-”

“Me either,” he agreed, handing his wet coat on the rack and loosening his shirt. “But it came with the house and I have no energy for interior design. I’m not fashionable-”

“I think you are,” she let out, her cheeks going red. She motioned to his clothing before sighing. 

“And to think I was about to give you a punishment,” he teased, pinching at her chin. He winked, enjoying the way her face reddened at anything. She flinched back slightly, her face skewing, trying to figure out if he was joking or not. “But then you complimented me.” 

She gave a soft acknowledgement of amusement and grabbed the bucket, bringing it to the farthest corner of the room. She felt his eyes linger on her before she broke the small ounce of silence by saying something that surprised her. “I heard you were good with punishments, Mr. Shelby.” 

His brows arched before he nodded, saying in his smooth, quiet voice that reeked of confidence, “oh, yes. I can be very good at administering punishments.” She whacked the mop against the floor before dragging it around in circles, watching the suds bubble and pop. He walked closer, making sure not to step on the wet bits. “What have you heard of these punishments?” He pulled up a chair and draped one leg over the other.

Without looking at him, she said, “girls like to talk, Mr. Shelby-”

“Do they? And,” his voice dragged off as his hand motioned for her to continue. “And what exactly, y’know, ah, what exactly are these words they speak? This talk.”

Her smile widened. “Just gossip, I’m sure. Right, Mr. Shelby?” Her eyes fluttered to him. “All the things they say about you. Surely, there is no reason to believe any of it-”

“Oh, but perhaps there is some truth. All gossip starts with the truth, doesn't it, eh? What do you girls talk about in your bed chambers?” Oh, so many things. The three of them chatted constantly about the Shelby men. All night sometimes. How handsome he was, how sexy that other one was. What they believe they’d be good at in bed and what they’d be bad at. She, however, was more of a listener. Sometimes they’d say things like Mr. Shelby likes to use a heavy hand when a maid acts up. They’d all sing their song, claiming his hand has spanked their bottom. But she doubted it. 

“That you like to keep your maids in check-”

“And do I? Do you feel like I keep you in check-”

“Not anymore or less than any other boss, Mr. Shelby,” she said, walking around him to get a rag. “But they do say that you enjoy a heavy hand against a lady’s bottom. That when they act out, you have no quips or quarrels about giving a good spanking.” Tommy kept his composure, but on the inside he felt quite…shocked. They said that? That he spanks his maids. Well, the thoughts may have circled his mind, he never once spanked a maid. 

He grinned in amusement, grabbing a new cigarette before deciding against it, tucking it away. “And you believe such things?”

“You said it yourself, Mr. Shelby, all gossip must have some origin of truth.”

“And you think that is what I should give you right now? A spanking?”

She froze, feeling the heat return to her cheeks. She rushed back around the chair and looked at him. Scrambling for words, she was fighting for her dignity. “No, no, no! N-no! I was just…I didn’t…Why would I want a spanking? You’re the one who scared me! I was simply acting on self defense-”

“So you want to give me a spanking-”

“No! Mr. Shelby, nobody is giving anyone a spanking-”

“No?” he snorted, grinning, quite enjoying the flustered look on her face. “And you, dear, think you aren’t deserving of one?”

In a tone of finality, she stated, “no, I do not want a spanking-”

“I didn’t ask that,” he said, casually, shaking his head. “I asked whether or not you thought you were deserving of one. Now!” He grunted, getting from the chair, pushing it back. The room echoed with a creak. Slow strides, he cornered her against a book again. Her heart beat bounded like a drum in her chest. Tommy leaned in, pinching her chin. “You wouldn’t let me ruin my reputation, now, would you?”

“Mr. Shelby,” she let out, placing her hands against his chest. His hands reached up and held them, squeezing lightly.  

“And you can go back to your little maid friends. Tell them all about how Mr. Shelby spanked you.” He walked backwards, her hands still in his as he guided them both. “Now, are you more of an over the desk type of girl or over daddy’s lap kinda naughty, eh?” Tommy answered for her as she kept opening her mouth to speak, but it only came out as choked whispers. He twirled her around and pushed her against his desk. Her hands braced herself as he pressed his body against her back. 

“This is hardly necessary,” she whined out, but didn’t fight, even spreading her legs just a tad. 

“Oh, but it is,” he grinned. “Because you and I both know that you have been a naughty girl, and most importantly, Mr. Shelby believes in upholding certain notions and ideas about himself, especially those that keep his girls in line.” It had been so long since a man touched her so closely and intimately. Her body reacted almost in a deprived, needy, desperate way. The young maid wasn’t going to argue, mumbling a surprised yes, sir under her breath. “Under or over?” She answered for him, grappling with her skirts which he ever so kindly placed over her arched back. His fingers hooked under the waistband of her tights and pulled down. 

“Shit.” Her body shuddered, feeling the cool breeze hit her back. The way his fingers felt, just teasing at her skin as he pulled down her layers, sent goosebumps over her body. 

“Language,” he  whispered, in deep thought, admiring the curves he often fantasized about. How many men pulled down her underwear before him? It was always the quiet ones that surprised him. The ones that played innocent and unknowing were the ones with the deepest, dirtiest desires. She was no different, and he knew by the time she was done working at Arrow house, he was going to pull every last fantasy from her brain. “It’s like you knew that you were going to be a naughty girl today.” His fingers traced lines along her pretty pink knickers. “With naughty lace trimming. Who was to see these today if not me, eh?”

She looked back at him, doe like eyes. “No one-”

“I think you’re a little lying slut,” he said, watching her choke on his words. “That doesn’t mind that her boss is going to take these little panties and keep them-what? Don’t look so shocked.” Slowly, tauntingly, he pulled down her panties. “And what I’ll do with these,” he trailed off, pulling them off one foot and then the other. “Is I’ll keep them for my naughty self and start a whole new reputation for myself-”

“And you’ll-”

He sent a warning glare her way, his hand raised only to spank it down with a harsh slap. She cried out as the room echoed with a lightning sharp crack. “Shut up,” he told her, leaning over her body. Grinning, he grabbed her quivering jaw with one hand as he brought her panties to her face. “And what I’ll do, while my wife sleeps next to me, is I’ll pull out my cock. Give it a few good tugs until it’s nice and hard to the thought of you.” She let out a little moan, her ass pressing up against his groin, feeling the hardness. “And you can tell Clara, Sandra, Maisy, whatever the fuck their names are…that out of all of them, Mr. Shelby fantasizes about you-”

Closing her eyes, she whimpered out, “and my panties-”

Two fingers slipped in her mouth, pressing down her tongue. “I told you to shut the fuck up,” he grunted, positioning himself so that his knee could rub up between her legs. Her eyes rolled back as she moaned, a stream of drool pooling on his desk. It’d been to fucking long because just by his taunting, she felt herself swell with pleasure. His fingers pushed deeper, enjoying the sounds of her gags. “And when I am nice and hard that pre-cum is dripping, I’ll take your cute panties and wrap them around my cock.” His mouth went real close to her ears, peppering kisses, tickling her with teasing chuckles. “I’ll rub them up and down, thinking about how they touched your wet, needy cunt.” He removed his fingers from her mouth, along her to gulp up deep breaths. “Sloppy,” he commented, rubbing the drool all over her lips. 

“Mr. Shelby-”

“Fuckin’ ‘ell, the prettiest, but the stupidest, eh?” His hand raised again landing down on her ass with an even harder spank. She cried out, fingers scratching at his desk. It left a pretty red mark. “I said keep that mouth shut!” His hand covered her mouth, watching her squirm and wiggle. Her face going nice and red, he grinned, pinching her nose. Panicked, she whined, thrashing and trying to pull away. But it felt so good. So fucking good to be right under his control. He allowed her breath as he continued on. “And while she sleeps right next to me, I keep stroking my cock, softly moaning your name as I stain these pretty panties white.” She opened her mouth to speak, but he quickly slapped her cheek. “I’m not fucking done yet...and I walk myself to the bedroom where you’re sleeping, and I make you wear them-you can even show your little friends how Mr. Shelby adores you so much more than them.” He smiled, pressing a soft kiss against her wet, pouty lips. When he pulled away, she inched forward, chasing after them. “Good girl,” he complimented, meeting her. Their lips moved together as he teased at her bottom lip; licking and nibbling. Her head was swirling with confusion, arousal, and above all, desperation while his right hand rubbed down her back, grabbing her ass. “Now, you go and finish my floors. I have business to attend to.”

“B-but-”

“Shhh,” he hummed, pulling away. He tucked her panties away and caressed her face. “Good girl.”