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[lauren-delorean]

Lauren DeLorean

Ready for Halloween?

📸 - Genesis Obscura

[m0llygunn]

sore loser (eddie munson x fem!reader)

summary: teasing is a game– you refuse to be a loser

content warning: 18+! smut, oral (m receiving), pet names (baby, pretty girl), teasing, cum in nose idk, too much cock and balls, porn with very little plot an: ew who wrote this wc: 3.1k

“I just want a taste” you smile, lowering yourself from his lap to between his spread thighs. 

Soft woven nylon beneath your knees, level eye with his thick, hardened cock, you do what you promise. Tongue swirling softly over the smooth flushed skin, you lick the very tip, getting just a taste before pulling away. 

“Tease,” Eddie smirks, fist moving up his length, swiping his thumb over the very place your tongue just was. He sinks his heavy hand back down to his base, purposefully angling the head of cock towards you— an offering that you ignore.  

“Not a tease,” you pout. He blinks hard— it’s not quite a roll of his eyes but his disbelief is loud and clear. With a huff from his nose, his eyes glow with a heightened mischievousness.

“Open your mouth then,” he says daringly. 

Humoring him, you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out flat past your lower lip. Starved eyes devouring the sight, he lets the head of his cock sit heavy against your tongue, tapping it once, twice.

“Now close your mouth, baby,” he instructs as he pushes the tip further up your tongue, tapping it a third time, waiting for you to help him out.

You pull back, closing your mouth without his cock in it. His smirk returns as you further prove his point. 

“See, you’re teasing.��

“Why would I tease?” you retort, fluttering your lashes at him. “You know I love your cock in my mouth, Eddie.” You one up yourself, throwing on an innocent pout, eyes wide and round as you look up at him. “Love it in my mouth, love it on my tongue, love it in my throat,” you continue, reveling in the darkness of his eyes. 

“Yeah?” he questions. He knows you love it, he’s just taking the moment to humour you. “Show me how much you love it then.”

Big, sweet smile, you bounce a single time on the backs of your heels. “That’s impossible, Eddie. I love it so much, I couldn’t possibly show you. It’s like infinity,” you say, your overly saccharine tone making Eddie mirthfully shake his head at you. 

He reaches a hand forward, gentle in nature as his fingers thread under your hair, holding you just behind your ear at the base of your skull. He guides you forward until his cock is within reach of your lips again. Mouth watering, you swallow down the anticipatory condition, devoting yourself to your act. 

Heavy taps to your closed mouth, he watches you with amused eyes as your pinched lips curve up into a smile. 

“Open wide, princess,” he sings softly. 

You raise your brows at him and he mirrors you, doing the very same. When you faintly lick your lips, parting them just enough for your tongue to glide between them, he presses his cock more firmly to your lower lip, coaxing you to open up for him. You could walk away at any point, he knows that and you know that— that isn’t the game though. 

Like a silent draw, with eyes locked you both wait for the other to make a move. Eddie lightens the pressure of his cock on your lips, and you briefly think you’ve won until a sharp tug on the fine hairs at the back of your neck has you gasping, mouth opening up enough for his cock to push past your lips and sit against your tongue. 

“Hey!” you pull back. “Not fair,” you continue, wrapping your fist around the base of his shaft. 

“Just giving you a taste, you wanted that didn’t you?” he smirks, absolutely smitten with himself for that move. 

“You’re lucky I like you,” you glower, running your fist upwards.

“So lucky,” he breaths happily, finally getting some much needed attention. 

You run your hand up and down his length, feeling his swelled hardness under the glide of your fingers. You sit forward on your knees, about to take him in your mouth but you stop short. 

“—and you started this. We were watching a movie— you’re the one who started touching yourself,” you say, continuing an argument that never existed in the first place. Sore loser. 

“You were watching a movie. I was watching you,” he states, sinking down on the couch, pushing his hips closer to you. You move in tandem, getting closer to him, feeling the warmth of his thighs caged around you. 

“We were watching a movie,” you glare, upholding your argument. 

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” he hums with a charming insincerity. His hand slides further up the back of your head, guiding you forward with the intention of distracting you. You place a palm to his boxer covered thigh, looking up at him.

“You started touching yourself and now you need my help.”

“What happened to you liking my cock in your mouth? Thought you loved it?”

“I do,” you say faintly, redirecting your gaze to the pretty sight just inches from you. His weeping tip makes your mouth water again and you give in, closing your lips over him in a suctioned ‘O’. 

“Just like that, good girl,” he says, airing on the side of being too patronizing. Very sore loser.

You warningly flick your eyes up to Eddie but you keep your mouth on him, hollowing your cheeks in spurts as you twirl your tongue over the tip.

Flattening both of your palms on his thighs, you set forth your usual routine for when you want to give him control. Naturally, he brings his other hand to rest against your cheek, curving his fingers over your jaw, bringing you down to take more of his cock. You strain your neck, pushing back from his guidance, looking at him with furrowed brows and a full mouth. 

“What’s that look for, baby?” he asks, honest inquisition as you deviate from the norm. You take the teensiest bit more of his cock in your mouth, unable to answer beyond another pointed look. 

His gaze darts back and forth from your eyes and your mouth. You keep sucking, flattening your tongue to stick out just below your lower lip, shallowly bobbing. 

Enough time passes (probably a minute or less, but in blow job time that’s practically years), and he tries to push you down again. You let him, only another inch or so before humming your best ‘nuh-uh’. He lightens his grip, stomach hollowing as he lets out a deep breath.

“Gonna make me sweat it out, huh? That’s what this is?”

If you could smile right now, you would. You meet his eyes, humming again. 

“Tease.”

Your brows furrow on instinct, a scolding look sent his way immediately. His eyes swarm with amusement as he watches you attempt to scold him with his cock heavy on your tongue, mouth filled to the brim. His lips crook up into a smirk.

“Not a tease?” he asks. 

You hum an incoherent reply but Eddie understands.

“No, you’re not a tease. Look at you— a tease wouldn’t have her mouth full like you do, would they?”

“Nuh-uh,” you better enunciate, losing your suction on his cock but quickly correcting it by garnering a better, more overzealous suction that makes him hiss, fingertips tightening in the hair at the back of your neck. 

He steadies his breath as you bob your head, tongue lapping over the prominent veins born from the desperation that he’s doing a very good job of hiding. You meant it when you said you love his cock, and part of that love is knowing exactly how to read all its secrets.

“C’mon baby, show me how you’re not a tease, take a little more. Know you can, ‘ve seen you do it before,” he goads, spurring you on. 

You roll your eyes at him and he lets out a low chuckle, not mean, just amused. You pull in a deep breath through your nose, making a show of relaxing yourself like you’re about to deepthroat him… if only you were going to deepthroat him. 

He tries again, all too aware of what you’re doing. He guides you down, millimeter by millimeter. You’re sure he thinks he’s slick, doing it so slow, probably assuming you don’t notice as you focus on moving up and down. You let him have it too, the head of his cock reaching the tightness in the back of your throat, only for a second.

“Want these now,” you say through a huffy breath, pulling off of him, stretches of spit dripping down to your chin. You lower your face below his cock, nudging it to the side with your cheek, palms still pressed to his thighs. 

“All yours,” he says suavely, but you hear the break in his voice— a fresh deflate of disappointment from getting just a taste of what he wanted. He's set on refusing to give you the satisfaction of revealing that you’re getting to him. 

Tongue licking up the center seam of his sack, you place chaste pecks to each side, warming him up to the contact. His cock rests on your face, nudging your forehead and gliding along your cheeks as you confidently navigate the sensitive area. 

Soft suckling, heavy kisses, reverent rolls of your tongue. You usually would be pumping his cock alongside the gentle mercies of your mouth, but this time you let it bob and twitch freely, bumping against your face with each devised press of your lips to his sensitive skin. His breathing is heaving with constraint, refusing to beg for it, adamant to being the one calling the shots. 

“Good girl, like my balls in your mouth too, don’t you?” Not a beg, more of a spur. He thinks he knows how to maneuver the situation. 

You tuck yourself just under his sack, lips pressed to the very most delicate area as you hum an agreement, letting the vibrations of your lips tickle him. His stomach tenses, cock jolting up and coming down bruisingly to the highest point of your brow bone. 

You flick your eyes to him again and he’s never looked further from sorry, he looks desperate.

You graze your tongue further down and his eyes widen, hips tilting upwards to accommodate you. A dainty press of your tongue, testingly dipping towards his untouched hole. 

A broken ‘ah’ comes from his lungs as his stomach muscles convulse under the new feeling. You smile, retreating to lick up the seam of his sack and all the way up the thick underneath of his shaft. 

You await the name he’s been so fond of tonight— ‘tease’ but it never comes. Instead his hips settle back down to the couch, cock dropping to his lower stomach in a bounce. You chase it, tongue out as you wrangle it back into your mouth. 

With a squeeze of his thighs from both your palms, you await the reclaim of both his hands on your head but they don’t come. 

You hum to get his attention, meeting his gaze, squeezing his thighs again. He looks at you, eyes dazed and hazy, the way he does when he’s already been fucking your mouth— a split in his veil. With a lifted brow, he swallows before answering you.

“You’re doing good.”

The puff of air from your lungs breaks the seal of your mouth.

“I’m doing good?” you ask with an edge of outrage.

“Yeah, it feels good. Like what you’re doing.”

“Eddie,” you whine. 

“Keep going, please,” he says lazily, letting his eyes drift down to your mouth. 

“No. I want you to fuck my throat.” As soon as the words leave your lips, you realize you’ve lost again. Loser at your own game. 

Much to Eddie’s fortune, your loss is his win and his gloating smirk picks up as soon as he seizes the integrity of your whine. With heavy lidded, lust filled eyes, he stares you down.

“Get started then, I’ll help you when you’re ready.”

“M’ready now,” you mumble, annoyed by his answer. You wrap your sore loser lips over the head of his cock, tongue flattened out again, taking him back into your mouth, all the way to your throat. 

“Don’t push yourself too far, baby. Gotta ease into it.” Patronizing, as if you don’t know what you’re doing. You relax your throat, breathing through your nose, sinking deep onto his length. You narrow your eyes on the target, the thick patch of wispy hairs at his shaft— taunting you. 

Relax, palms flat to his thighs, you pull up and push back down. Closer. You do it again. And again. So close. 

With a heavy breath you pull off, filling your burning lungs and un-dizzying your head. You sink down again.

“Fuck— just like that,” Eddie groans, his words penetrating your focus better than his free flowing whimpers and moans have. 

Your nose nearly grazes the spot above where you want your lips to touch and your stomach pools with heat and excitement. Saliva coats down your chin, lips glistening in the sheen of your watering mouth and the salinity of his pre-cum. You pull up to the tip before dropping down. Eddie moans pathetically, a detail you would have crowed about had your goal not been so flagrantly within reach. So, so close. 

Another bob of your mouth, when you pull up, a heavy hand on the back of your head pushes you all the way down. He fills the expanse of your throat, pressing your nose to the softness of his pelvis, lips flush to the very base of his shaft, just like you needed.

“This what you want, pretty girl? Gonna take it all f’me?” he groans out, thighs tensing harshly under your palms.

You choke, filling your lungs with a pathetic inhale from your nose as he holds you down. You hum, doing what you can to not gag again and he pulls you up, scalp tingling from the force of it. 

“That’s good, take a deep breath, just like that, baby,” Eddie encourages and you're too busy sputtering to care about the condescending nature of his tone. His hand slides over your cheek again, reclaiming its spot on your jaw. “Deep breath. Gonna make you choke on my cock again, you ready?”

You nod, sticking your tongue out for him. He lowers your head, guiding you down slowly. His cock hits your throat and pushes further. Taking steady breaths through your nose until you can’t, you gag, throat convulsing around his girth. 

“Fuck. Fuck— such a tight throat.” he grunts, hips trusting upwards, gagging you even harder with his cock. 

He moves you up and down, the fat head of his cock pressing past your gag reflex over and over again until your vision is blurred with tears and your hands are squeezing his thighs. He pulls you off, watching you with an insatiable gaze as you sputter for air.

“Think you can take it again?” he asks, eyes gleaming over the wet mess of tears and spit that he’s made of you. His tone sounds close enough to a dare— you can’t refuse. 

“Please,” you answer, sucking in a deep breath.

“Good girl,” he laughs, regripping his hold on the back of your head. He lets you take one more deep breath before guiding you back down, deep. With your throat open and relaxed for him, third times the charm, you don’t gag— not until he wants you to. 

Hips lifting up, he drives his cock into your gag reflex with purpose, needing to feel the restriction and spasms of your throat. His cock throbs for it, its own unique way of begging. 

You choke, throat constricting and he thrusts through it, taking the pleasure he needs from you. With a heavy swallow as you struggle through his thrusts, he moans deep and gravely. 

“Just like that, baby. Swallow my fucking cock,” he grunts.

He pulls you up to the tip, bouncing you along his length. You feel the pulsing of the prominent veins and the hard constriction of his balls with every press of them to your chin. He’s getting close.

“Just— just like that. Doing so… so fucking good,” he praises through strangled breathes. 

His pace gets quicker and quicker, his grip on your hair tightening with each rise and fall. He meets the bob of your head with needy thrusts of his hips, desperate and oh-so-close. If you could smile, you would. 

“I’m gonna cum,” he hurls out quickly. 

He thrusts up into your throat, holding you there, flooding you with heavy streams of milky warmth. You choke, trying to swallow it down, but resolve to tapping his thighs, needing to be released. Whimpers and moans still heavy from his orgasm, he lets go and you pull off, sinuses both full and burning. Despite that, you bring your fist to his cock, helping him through his high, dropping your mouth back down to only take the tip again. He moans appreciatively, eyes pinching shut, head dropping to the back of the couch. 

Swirling your tongue over his slit, gathering the final seeps of his cum on your tongue, you swallow it down. His hips stutter from the overstimulation and you pull off, smiling wide at the heaping mess of a man you’ve made. 

Climbing back onto the couch, you lean into him, waiting for him to come back down to earth and rejoin you. He’s always pretty like this, so you reap the benefits, absorbing all the fine details like his fluttery lashes, speckled blush, the broadening of his chest with every heavy breath. Pretty. 

“So good, baby,” he mumbles, eyes still closed. His arm settles around your waist, pulling you into him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Liked that thing you did.” Totally not specific, but you both know what ‘that thing’ was and you’re not opposed to trying more of it.

“I liked it too,” you agree. He hums a drawn out groan that comes from deep down. Settling closer, liking the drama of it all, you press your ear to his heat radiating chest, catching the vibrations of his goofy appreciation. You smile, content with the moment, beyond fond for your silly boy. 

Cum filling your belly and starting to messily seep from your sinuses into your nose— you don’t feel like a sore loser anymore. Maybe you should, but you don’t. 

“I win,” you chide.

“Win?” he asks, eyes finally blinking open. 

“Yeah, I won. Made you cum.” 

He lazily angles his head down to you. Arm looking heavier than ever, he lifts his hand, bringing his thumb to your mouth. Swiping at the corner, he pushes the digit into your mouth, coating your tongue with some of the lost saltiness of his release. 

“You win,” he smiles. 

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[lovelytsunoda]

the man with the hex // liam lawson

summary: he stayed to hand out candy but actually just wanted to make out. unfortunately, hungry kids won’t wait to ring the doorbell.

pairing: liam lawson x female! reader

warnings: allusions to sex, liam is a horny teenager, very suggestive but no smut, reader gets baby fever real fast and liam has a dirty mouth. I am incapable of writing anything wholesome about this man, apparently.

"jesus fuck!"

"y/n y/m/n y/l/n, watch your language!" her mother shouted from the kitchen

next to her on the couch, liam snickered, pulling her closer. guillermo del toro's 'cabinet of curiosities' was playing on the screen, and y/n had been jumpy throughout the whole episode.

y/n was a gentle soul. she preferred cozy mysteries, and humorous action thrillers as opposed to straight up horror. sure, the pillars of the slasher genre were wonderful films (she's first in line to see any new 'scream' movie), but she did not do well when she was genuinely scared.

"sorry, mom!" she shouted, resting her head against liam's shoulder. "liam has bad taste in movies."

"it's one episode!" the kiwi laughed. "i'm sorry, you can pick the next movie."

y/n rolled her eyes, getting up from the couch to hug her parents goodbye. she and liam had agreed to stay in that night, allowing her parents to go to an annual charity event thrown by one of her fathers friends. her sister was at a party, and as someone who had a quiet, peaceful life and wasn’t always invited to things, y/n was extended a chance to stay at home.

of course, learning that they would have the house to themselves, liam was all too quick to tag along, for less than wholesome reasons. while y/n had planned a couple's movie night, complete with matching hotel transylvania costumes and a stack of scooby doo movies, wheras liam had planned to get her to scream in more ways than one.

y/n got up from the couch, her nylon-clad feet skidding across the hardwood as she went to hug her parents. "bye guys, i'll see you in the morning."

"have a great time, mr. and mrs. (your last intital)!" liam shouted

"no funny business with my daughter, lawson. and no drinking." her father scolded, pointing his finger towards his daughter's boyfriend.

"dad! we're adults, i think we can handle ourselves." she laughed, giving her father a hug before her parents went out the front door.

she closed the door behind them, leaving it unlocked and the jack-o-lantern on the front porch turned on before backtracking to the kitchen and refilling the candy dish she and liam had been snacking from.

"you'll have to keep an ear out for the front door, but other than that, do you want to put beetlejuice on when this is over?" she suggested, bringing the candy bowl back over to the couch and curling into her boyfriend.

"i dunno, your parents are gone, i kind of hand something else on my mind." liam grinned, one hand trailing up her thigh.

"oh yeah?" she purred, maneuvering herself into liam's lap, poking his nose before kissing him softly, her blue lipstick smearing against his skin.

liam cupped her face with his free hand, his other arm going around her waist to pull her closer. she hummed contentedly as she nestled her body into his, taking his top lip in between her own.

“your lipstick tastes good.” liam remarked, lips ringed in the dark blue cosmetic. “like blue raspberry.”

“you’re such a dork.” she giggled, brushing an errant blonde hair out of his face before kissing her lover again.

liam moaned into it, feeling himself grow harder every time that her thigh brushed over his crotch. she was driving him wild, the end of cabinets of curiosities forgotten as they made out like teenagers.

the doorbell rang, startling them both as they jolted on the couch. y/n pulled away from liam, wiping the smudged gloss from her swollen lips before getting off the couch and reaching for the bowl of cadbury chocolates across from her.

“trick or treat!”

there were three kids standing in the doorstep, each dressed as a different superhero as they held pillowcases out in front of them as she dropped handfuls of pocket sized chocolates into the bags.

“you kids have a great night.” she chirped, waving not just to the kids, but to the parents waiting on the sidewalk before slipping back into the house.

she left the plastic candy dish on the front bench, a grin on her face as she went back to the living room. liam hadn’t mailed from the couch, one hand over his eyes and the other clutching a throw pillow over his crotch.

“seriously, liam?” she laughed, reaching for the tv remote. “come on, we have to be aware of our surroundings. little kids are going to be knocking on the door all night.”

liam groaned. “sounds like hell to me, babe.”

she shook her head, grinning as she used the remote to navigate over to the amazon icon to rent ‘beetlejuice.” she was just about to hit rent when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist.

“liam!” she shouted, giggling as he nuzzled his cold nose into the tender flesh of her neck. “you know you’re just gonna get interrupted again, right?”

“don’t care.” he hummed, pressing kisses up and down her throat. “babe, we finally have the house to ourselves and I am so fucking horny for you right now.”

she giggled, extracting herself from liam’s hold to teasingly bend down near the coffee table, placing the realtor back on the glass top. at the sight of her skirt riding up over her orange and black nylon tights, the lacy hem of her panties visible through the nylon as she bent over, the kiwi could hardly contain himself.

especially when there was another ring of the doorbell.

this time, liam offered to get the door, almost dropping the candy bowl as he tried to get the door open, shaking hands unable to grasp the doorknob as be tried to get his breathing under control.

“woah, are you liam lawson?” one of the kids shouted, his voice echoing through the street. “I watched you on tv last week!”

despite himself, liam laughed. “right on, kiddo!” he held his fist out for a fist bump, kneeling to the kids level. “hang on just a second and I’ll get my girlfriend out here to take a picture of the two of us, yeah?”

“you seem cheerful for a man that didn’t want to hand out candy.” y/n chuckled from the doorway. “come on then, pass me his iPod touch or whatever and I’ll get the best fan pics he’s ever seen.”

the kids eyes lit up as liam moved to crouch next to him, matching his height almost exactly as y/n snapped a few pictures.

“your girlfriend is really pretty.” the kid said, giddy as he took his iPod back. “are you guys going to get married?”

liam laughed heartily, tactfully avoiding the question as he asked the kid what his favourite part of the race in qatar had been, dropping a handful of cadbury chocolates into the mummy shaped bucket.

once the kid was gone and the door was closed, he wasted no time in pulling y/n close and sliding his hands up her dress.

“someone’s eager. if anyone should be exited after watching you interact with kids, it should be me.” she giggled, kissing his cheek.

her lipstick was dry now, and liam found himself slightly disappointed that it didn’t leave a mark.

liam raised an eyebrow. “oh, yeah? so in addition to making you scream my name tonight, should I fill you up with my cum? start practicing for when it’s time to get you pregnant?”

she nodded eagerly, wishing for nothing more than liam pressing her up against the foyer wall and taking what he wanted. what they both wanted.

“fuck.” liam breathed, his breath warm on her skin. “you’re really hot when you have baby fever, you know that? and that kid wasn’t even a baby, he was like five.”

“shut up and kiss me, lawson.”

but just as liam leaned in, the fucking doorbell rang.

he cursed, throwing his head back in a groan as y/n gave him a sympathetic smile. she picked up the candy bucket, dutifully opening the front door and greeting the horde of kids who had chased each other up the driveway and around liams bmw.

while her back was turned, distracted by handing out candy, liam reached his breaking point, scrambling to find a piece of paper and a pen.

please take one handful each, and ring the doorbell if bowl is empty. we are home but enjoying a scary movie night and my girlfriend is jumpy :)

when y/n turned away, closing the door behind her, liam was quick to grab the bowl, whisking it away to the kitchen and ignoring his girlfriends confused look as he practically overfilled the bowl, taking on the sign and leaving it on the cast iron bench outside the house.

“now, where were we?” he grinned, pulling her in for a kiss. she broke out into a smile, knowing exactly why liam had done what he did. “that bowl is almost full, it will keep the kids occupied for a very long time.”

“what if someone takes the whole bowl? what then?” she giggled, playfully teasing her lover, hands gently rubbing at his shoulder blades.

“then I’ll buy your mom a new one.” he decided, paying the matter very little attention as he swept his girlfriend off her feet, carrying her bridal style towards the stairs. “now, my fair maiden, you bedroom awaits.”

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[thekillingmoonmoon]

body electric

masterlist

Pairing: Kishibe x Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW, oral (F. receiving), virginity kink, fingering, corruption kink, daddy kink, spitting, Kishibe is nasty and trying hard to hide it Synopsis: It's time, and Kishibe has something special planned for you Length: 3,5 k

I'm on fire I sing that body electric

My clothes still smell like you And all the photographs say you're still young I pretend I'm not hurt And go about the world like I'm havin' fun

We get crazy every Friday night Drop it like it's hot in the pale moonlight

Masterlist

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“There’s a gift for you on the bed, wear it when I get home,” was all he said, passing you by in the corridor as if discussing the weather whilst you filled your glass with water. Swathes of white, white lace, barely there scraps of material held together by delicate threads. You stared down at the box. Panties, bra, garter belt and stockings, and a champagne silk robe to wear over the whole piece. You gulped and decided a shower was a good idea.

You stood in your towel, freshly clean, staring down at angel dusted lingerie set. You decided to go for it, slipping on the tights and watching as your thighs were swallowed in the white nylon, the tops peeking out in curves of plump flesh. The set fit you, with a few minor adjustments, and you wondered when Kishibe had found the time to get your measurements. Knowing him, it was the first time he saw you naked, bare and trembling beneath him as he worked you over with his tongue. You shivered, wondering if this was all for a particular reason, for the particular inexperience you had, for a special occasion. You rubbed your thighs together gently, feeling heat build up in your lower tummy. Not now. You slipped the silk robe on, watching the champagne shimmer in the light. You went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine to let it breathe before starting dinner.

Tonight was Friday, and that usually meant your extra creamy pasta and a couple of glasses of red wine, perhaps some trivial movie that you’d mute halfway, too busy talking about everything to notice the plot. But tonight was different, and you shivered in anticipation. “I’m home,” came the grunt, and you peered around the corner to where Kishibe had come through the door. You approached as he hung his hat on the hook, nervous as his eyes widened and then darkened at the sight of you. “Welcome ho-“ was all you could say before he kissed you, scooping you almost off your feet as wrapped his arms around your waist. One hand came down to squeeze your ass, cupping your cheek through the silk and pushing his tongue into your mouth. You sighed, balancing tight on your tippy toes, holding onto the lapels of his jacket. “Wel-welcome home,” you finally breathe out and Kishibe lets out a dark chuckle. “’ Welcome home’ indeed,” he smiled wickedly, the corner of his severed smile still turning down, giving him a crooked grin. He kissed you on the cheek and pulled his jacket off to hang it next to his hat, you turned and trailed off to the kitchen, missing the way his eyes followed your body, how the silk clung to your curves, how soft and clean your skin looked underneath.

“How was work?” you asked, getting back to your cooking, watching as he loosened his tie and dropped his briefcase at the door to his office. He disappeared into your now-shared bedroom and you peeked at him down the passageway. You watched as he shucked off his shirt, his undershirt riding up revealing planes of muscle and sinew, still strong for their age. You caught a glimpse of the ink that swirled up the base of his back, a stark surprise that had caught your eye the first night you had shared a bed with him, noticing the dark spirals and lines of intricate linework that slithered beneath his sleeves and the hem of his shirt. You had only caught glimpses of the tattoo work, watching as it bled through the white of his undershirt, as the stray patterns scattered down past his short sleeves. You wondered what was inked across his back, and if you would ever be able to see it. “Ugh,” was the only response you got, and the only response you needed. The last thing on Kishibe’s Friday schedule was a meeting with Makima to go over the week’s work. You knew how grumpy these meetings made him, how tired and worn they made him feel. So you scooped him an extra helping and poured a heavier glass of wine than your own and made your way over to the table. “Dinner’s ready,” you sat next to him as he settled himself at the head of the table, now clad in a pair of sweatpants and a grey shirt. He rubbed your cheek before he picked up his fork, giving you an uncharacteristic smile before digging in.

“It’s delicious, as always,” he rumbled, and you smiled, “thank you, sweetheart.” “My pleasure,” you sipped at your wine, watching him over the rim of your glass. You watched how he filled out his shirt, how his broad shoulders pulled the fabric tight. You watched his hands, one arm heavy with the thick watch he wore, his knuckles aged and covered in small scars. “If you look any longer, I’ll have to charge,” he snarked, and you flushed, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. “I’m just admiring you,” you retorted and Kishibe looked at you, shaking his head. “What you see in this old man astounds me,” he muttered, more to himself than you. You placed your hand over his as he reached for the wine. “I see plenty,” You said firmly, and Kishibe’s mouth twitched upward. “Flattery will get you nowhere, princess,” he took a mouthful of wine. “And who said I was an idle flatterer?” you tilted your head, and Kishibe scoffed. “There’s no winning with you, is there?” you shrugged, “Only when I’m wrong,” you snarked, “which is rare.” “I’ll remember that,” Kishibe chuckled as he resumed eating. You fell into an easy silence, occasionally commenting on the wine or the food, content just to sit with each other, happy in your silent company. You cleared up the table quickly, humming to yourself as Kishibe poured himself a whisky and watched you. You did not notice his gaze get darker, his eyes greedily following your every step, watching the way the robe rode up on your thighs, revealing where your skin was squeezed tight by the stockings. Eventually, you were done, and you walked towards where Kishibe sat on the couch, outstretched with drink in hand. "Take the robe off and get on the bed, I’ll be with you soon.” You nodded and did as you were told, shivering out of the silk robe and kneeling on the bed, facing the bedroom door. You gulped down your nerves, feeling them tingle beneath your skin. You had been seated a few minutes before he entered the room, dimming the light, but still letting the light shine on all your soft curves, fuzzy and golden in the low shadows. He came and sat on the bed where you kneeled and leaned close to you.

“You like your gift?” he asked, still not touching you, despite the way you leaned into his body, brushing your breasts against his arm. “Yes, Daddy,” You answered, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek, “thank you,” he hummed and looked at you, the dark eyes growing deeper as he looked you over. You wanted to hide, to hold something between you and his ever-piercing gaze, but you knew that he would punish you if you did, deny you the warm touch of his hand, the rough scratch of his stubble against your skin. “Undress me,” was all he said, and you flushed in response. You looked down at your trembling hands, at the way they itched towards the edge of his shirt. You gulped and slid your hand along his stomach, rucking up his shirt until he lifted his hands up to assist you. “You can touch, pretty thing,” he encouraged, and your hands fluttered down his chest, tracing the sparse hair that bloomed at the centre of his chest, following it to where it led to the waistband of his sweats, dark and flecked with silver grey. You peeked at his back, admiring how his ink spilt from his pectorals to his back, swirling out into the detailed traditional artwork of a dragon and a samurai, their dark eyes peering at you from his back. “You like it?” Kishibe asked, watching as you shuffled behind him, tracing the linework. You nodded and hummed, kissing his shoulder. “It’s beautiful,” you skimmed your hands over his skin, “when did you get it?” “Many, many years ago, sweetheart,” he chuckled, “don’t make me think of how old I am when you’re in front of me,” he grabbed your chin and kissed you, biting your lower lip and grinning at the yelp you gave him. You crawled off the bed and between his knees, slithering his pants off and feeling up his thick thighs to where he bulged in his boxers. You palmed him through the material, mouth slightly open as you felt the heat radiate in your hands. You slipped your fingers into his waistband and he helped you pull down his boxers, watching with wide eyes as his cock slapped against his lower stomach. It hung between his legs, heavy with its own weight, thick and pulsing as you closed your palm over it. You spit into your hand, just as he’d taught you, and gave him a few experimental pumps.

“Good girl,” he grunted, the planes of his stomach flexing along the lines of his muscles, his head tilting back. “Come here,” he crooked his finger and you curled up onto the bed beside him, tucking your legs below your body and kneeling for him. He took your chin in his hand, tilting your lips towards his, you closed your eyes, “Do you want this?” he asked, and your eyes fluttered open. You nodded, “Yes, Kishibe,” you answered truthfully, “I want you,” you gripped his bulge, “Want to feel you,” you added, watching as the haze of night veiled Kishibe’s already darkened eyes. He kissed you, chastely, sweetly, tasting the wine on your lips and the sigh you let out at his touch. He rubbed his knuckles across your cheek, steadily cupping your jaw and deepening the kiss as he leaned over your body. He slipped his tongue past your teeth slowly, savouring the taste of you as you shivered and trembled around him. He ran his knuckles over your body, starting with your neck, and then trickling down your shoulder and to your chest. He cupped your breast through your bra, pinching the nipple and generating gentle friction through the fabric. He pushed you down onto the mattress and crawled between your legs, throwing your thighs over his spread legs and rubbing the skin above your stockings. He pinched the plush flesh and slowly felt up your body, dropping down to leave a smattering of kisses along your collarbones. “Pretty girl,” he commented, gripping your hips and biting one of your breasts, leaving a fresh dark mark over where the lace cut into your skin. You whimpered, still so unused to the feel of his rough skin on yours, of his hot hands pressing and pushing you into a pliant mess for him. He felt your breasts in their cups, kneading the flesh, teasing your nipples through the lace. Eventually, he reached behind and unclasped the garment, tossing it before you had the chance to protest, “I’ll just buy you more, doll,” he soothed, “Don’t worry,” he attached his mouth to your soft flesh, sucking and kissing until a whole new blossom of marks rose from beneath your skin. He groped your hips, tugging off your panties and getting to where they interfered with your garters. Rip! Kishibe tore the lace with his bare hands, causing the fabric to burn then release against your sensitive skin. He rubbed the groove of your thighs. “Daddy, those were pretty,” you complained, and he pinched the inside of your thighs “But you’re even prettier without them, don’t you think?” he rumbled, settling himself down between your legs. He gave you his fingers, which you eagerly sucked into your mouth. “Atta girl,” he cooed, before trailing the wet tips down your tummy. He pushed a single digit past your folds, holding you down as your hips squirmed away.

“Shush, princess, I’ve got you,” he reassured, “I’ve gotta make sure you’re ready for my cock.” You looked down at his length and nodded, wondering how he would manage. His mouth descended upon your clit, startling you as he pushed a second finger into your tight cunt. You keened, bowing your back and nudging your cunt deeper into his face, feeling him hum and buzz at your eagerness. You whined at the stretch, at the way his fingers scissored in and out of your wet cunt. His tongue was relentless, sucking and tasting you until the stretch inside you had dulled to a soft whimper. With each pump, he sucked your clit, tightening the coil inside your core and pressing your walls to take his heavy cock. You were soaking, pearlescent strands of slick stringing from Kishibe’s mouth to your cunt, his chin and jaw glistening wet as his fingers made a loud squelching sound that had you throwing your hand over your eyes. You had tried to bite your fist, bite back the moans and cries that strung from your mouth in cut diamonds but a firm slap to your inner thigh and a growl from Kishibe freed the sounds from your open mouth.

His third finger felt impossible, pushing in with the already slick digits, all the way to the last knuckle. “Ah – ah,” you whimpered, salt-lined crystals forming at the corners of your eyes, and spilling in sparkling strands that trickled down your cheeks. “You’re doing so well,” Kishibe flexed his fingers, soothing your sharp cry with a heady suck to your clit and his other hand rubbing slow soft circles into your hip. His tongue traced his name over your cunt, his fingers pressing that spot that had you clenching around his digits with silken strength. He began working you hard, stretching you out and spitting on your clit, sucking and slurping your slick until he nearly drowned out the sound of your cunt taking his fingers. Above all, you keened, fighting to keep your body still, willing your soft cunt to relax around Kishibe’s fingers. Your core had begun to tighten, and your body began to grow static as tension built in your lower stomach. Kishibe’s tongue quickened, and his fingertips lingered longer against your pressure point. You spiralled, stars forming behind your eyes and static electricity filling your veins. “Cum for me, doll,” Kishibe commanded, and the warmth in your stomach burst into the falling of sparkling rain. You came hard around his fingers, clutching and clenching at his soaked fingers as you shivered and shook beneath him. Kishibe pumped his fingers slowly, softly withdrawing from your aching cunt and sucking your slick from his fingers. He lapped at your cunt, covering his face even more in the sweet stickiness of your lust. He leaned above you and captured your lips in an open-mouthed kiss, pushing the plush taste of you onto your tongue.

“Good girl,” he rasped, pushing you back onto the mattress and looking down, “my angel,” he cooed, lifting your legs and pushing your knees to your chest, exposing your cunt to his gaze. “Want you, Daddy,” you hummed breathlessly, growing hot under the darkness of his gaze. “Of course, sweetheart,” he chuckled, “You’re gonna get me.” He leaned over you and rummaged in the nightstand next to the bed. He first grabbed a pillow and tucked it below your hips. Then he pulled out a bottle and popped the lid, squirting cool liquid onto his calloused hands and rubbing the lubricant along his length. “Relax, princess,” he soothed, “it might hurt a bit, but I’ll go in slow, okay?” he guided his cockhead along your folds, watching as your breathing stuttered and started. “You ready?” he asked, and you nodded, finding your voice, “Yes, Kishibe,” you closed your eyes and felt him push at your entrance. The stretch was greater than his three fingers, tight and trembling as he pressed his cockhead against your muscles. Your body resisted until his cockhead breached you. You gasped, knees coming up to your chest, chest heaving. “Hush, doll,” Kishibe rubbed reassuring circles around your clit until your legs shuddered open again, the stretch slowly becoming a burning pleasure within your walls. “Move please, Daddy,” you asked, reaching beneath you and clutching the sheets. Kishibe rocked back slightly and then forward again, sinking deeper into your cunt until he was halfway. He paused and gritted his teeth, a slow spill of curses falling from his mouth to yours.

“So fuckin’ tight!” he cussed, fighting the push of his hips deeper into your plush cunt. Slowly, surely, he sank up to the hilt, crowding over you as you shook beneath him. He seated himself fully in your cunt, stretching you tight around his cock. He paused, waiting as you fluttered around his throbbing length, the tears streaming in sparkling shimmers down your cheeks. He pushed your thighs up and back, flush to your chest, somehow sinking deeper until you could feel him deep in your stomach. “Daddy,” was all you could whimper, overwhelmed and overstimulated, your core already tight and trembling as you waited for him. Kishibe rubbed slow circles into your skin, stroking the soft skin where it squeezed into the stockings, his one thumb coming down to circle your clit into relaxation. Your whole body burned, heaving and panting as you willed yourself to relax around him. He cooed praises to you, slowly rolling his hips back an inch before sinking back into the soft silk of your cunt. You keened, half aching, half burning with pleasure. You let him set the pace, a glacial rocking of his hips to yours, his length spearing you open, his thumb still rolling circles around your clit. “You feel so good for me,” Kishibe groaned, dropping his head to the crook of your neck, baring his teeth to your satin skin. You whimpered, your hips rolling slightly to meet his, feeling each languid push of his cock deep into your cunt. You still burned, but the fire in your belly warmed you now, licking deliciously at your tight core. You shuddered, and slung your arms under Kishibe’s shoulders, clawing at his back. “You can move faster, please,” you begged, and Kishibe complied, knocking the air from your lungs with a short sharp thrust of his cock. He set a quick pace, bouncing your tits against his chest as he pumped into you, his chest meeting yours as his hair fell in front of his eyes. He nipped you on the neck, leaving his love and lust scattered on your skin like stars. With each thrust, you grew closer, the knot in your core winding tight until you could burst. Every inch of your body trembled, the slick smack of skin on skin filling the room. Your whimpers of his name soared over your heads, your hands scrambling for grip along the planes of muscles on his back, your head thrown back as he rocked into you. Kishibe could feel your climax ripple closer, and he shifted his weight. He sat back onto his haunches, tugging your trembling thighs over his thick muscles and fucking up into your warm wet cunt, his cockhead hitting the point that sent static down your spine. With one hand hiking your hip up over his, the other ran messy circles around your clit, spiralling your further and further into infinity, stars forming behind your eyes.

You came with a cry of his name and a clenching of your cunt, curling your body inwards as you squeezed your eyes shut. Kishibe grunted as you came, still running soothing circles around your clit as he slowed his pace. He thrust up into you once, twice and then you were empty, his hot white cum spurting onto your soft stomach in thick jets. He groaned, jerking his cock until the last of his seed spilt from his length. He leaned over you, brushing your hair from your face and rubbing his knuckles across your cheeks. “You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, stiff gruff and raspy, his own chest heaving. You nodded weakly, feeling the muscles in your legs tense up and release in a series of pins and needles, leaving you legless. “I need words, princess,” Kishibe pinched your cheek. You tried to smile at him, exhaustion already pulling hard at the edges of your eyes. “I’m alright, Daddy,” you whispered, “Thank you.” He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before scooping his arms underneath your legs. “Good girl,” He scooped you up and to his chest. “Let’s go get you cleaned up before you fall asleep covered in my cum,” he chuckled. You nodded and sleepily slung your arms around his shoulder, nuzzling your face deep into his neck as he took care of you.

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[shootinwebs]

did this human/alive angel sketch back in like february or something, and it's still how i see him in my brain. i definitely want to get better at drawing, not only because of my helluverse ideas, but also out of spite against AI "art" lol

Description from sketch (with some slight edits from more headcanons I've had since):

-GNC (gender non-conforming), AFAB (assigned female at birth)

-Was a cabaret dancer for a while

-Has an optic nerve injury in his left eye and is completely blind in it

-Has freckles all across the area under his eyes, on his chest, and on his elbows

-Wearing thigh-high nylons with a garter belt

-Is casually holding a cigarette in one hand with his other hand on his hip

-Small, turned-up nose and small mouth, almond eyes, high cheekbones, heart-shaped face

-Hair similar to canon hair except less exaggerated (basically top hair is less big and less swoopy lol)

-Is wearing an excessively tight waist-cincher that goes down to his hips and up to his breasts

-Very scant dress shorts

-His top has what I think is called a "boat neckline"? Like what Syndey Sweeney often wears because it tends to be very flattering on her body type and shows off ample breasts / cleavage but is also comfortable and fits well without danger of wardrobe malfunctions (fellow big tiddy gang represent -- also donate to me all your unwanted boat neckline shirts lol). Angel wore these a lot as a dancer because he could move around freely without any accidents, but could still show off what he wanted to show off.

-I definitely based the bottom part of his outfit on what Liza Minnelli wears in the "Mein Heir" number in the movie version of "Cabaret." Because god I love the "non-stick thigh-high stockings with a garter belt but the stockings are only kept up by the front straps and the back of the stockings do whatever they want down the leg" look.

[sierra6x]

Sexual Information

bold what applies to your muse. italicize if it somewhat applies/is something that they may be interested in. strike out what does not apply to them/is something they’d prefer to avoid at all costs. PLEASE REPOST & LINK BACK TO THIS POST, DO NOT REBLOG.

Identity & Preferences.

heterosexual.  bisexual.  pansexual.  homosexual.  asexual. demisexual.  other orientation not specified.  cis gender. transgender. non-binary.  intersex.  genderfluid.  other identity not specified. dominant.  submissive.  verse/varies.  sex with men.  sex with women.  sex with non-binary people.  sex with multiple people.  sex-neutral. sex-favorable.  sex-repulsed.  no sex drive.  low sex drive. average sex drive.  high sex drive.  sex in the morning.  sex in the mid-morning.  sex in the afternoon. sex in the late afternoon.  sex in the evening.  sex late at night. sex at any time.

Sounds

very quiet.  very loud. grows in volume over time.  whimpering. whining.  moaning.  yelling.  sobbing.  gasping.  heavy breathing.

*he tends to groan, grunt, growl. (see the damn movie.)

Body

fully clothed.  underwear only. naked.  lingerie.  casual costumes. sexy costumes.  clothing not typical of their gender.  sensitive neck. sensitive shoulders.  sensitive chest.  sensitive nipples.  sensitive sides.  sensitive abdomen.  sensitive hips.  sensitive ass.  sensitive thighs.  sensitive knees.  sensitive shins.  sensitive feet.

Toys

using vibrators on their partner.  having vibrators used on them.  using dildos on their partner.  having dildos used on them. using strap-ons on their partner.  having strap-ons used on them.  using cock rings on their partner.  having cock rings used on them.  using gags on their partner.  having gags used on them.  using anal beads on their partner.  having anal beads used on them.

Fetishes and Activity

leather.  ropes.  nylon.  silk.  latex.  uniforms.  stockings.  corsets. footwear.  high heels.  piercings.  strap-ons.  tattoos.  sharp items. weapons.  handcuffs.  blindfolds.  hair.  mouths.  teeth. tongues. eyes.  noses.  hands.  chests.  arms.  underarms.  stomachs.  hips. asses.  cocks & balls.  legs.  feet.  urine.  blood.  menstrual blood. lactation.  cum.  scat.  vomit.  ghosts.  demons.  angels.  monsters. aliens.  vampires.  werewolves.  mannequins.  tentacles.  pet play. puppy play.  pony play.  macrophilia.  food.  intoxication.

Kinks & Interests

giving anal sex.  receiving anal sex.  giving vaginal sex.  receiving vaginal sex.  giving oral sex.  receiving oral sex. frottage.  edging. being edged.  cock warming their partner.  being cock warmed. tying up their partner.  being tied up.  cuffing.  being cuffed. blindfolding. being blindfolded.  calling their partner daddy/mommy.  being called daddy/mommy.  bdsm.  desperation play.  cum play.  knife play.  gun play.  blood play.  food play. sensation play.  dirty talk.  roleplaying. barebacking.  female domination.  praising.  being praised.  worshipping.  being worshipped.  humiliating.  being humiliated. degrading.  being degraded. biting.  being bitten.  scratching.  being scratched. giving pain.  receiving pain. spanking.  being spanked. whipping.  being whipped. licking.  being licked.  tickling.  being tickled.  choking.  being choked. fisting.  being fisted.  breeding. being bred.  giving hickeys.  receiving hickeys.  making their partner’s belly bulge.  having their belly bulge. pulling their partner’s hair.  having their hair pulled.  watching their partner.  being watched by their partner.  watching a third party.  being watched by a third party. playing with their partner’s nipples.  having their nipples played with. playing with their partner’s ass.  having their ass played with.  their partner dressing up.  dressing up.  intercrural sex.

Location

in a bedroom.  in a hotel room. in a home bathroom.  in a public bathroom.  in the bath.  in the shower. at school.  in a closet.  in the kitchen.  in the living room. in a lounge.  in an office.  in a restaurant/cafeteria.  in the woods. in a garden.  in a field.  at a beach. in the snow. in a car. by a lake/river.  in a tent.  in a barn/loft. in a tower.  under a desk.  at a hospital.  in an abandoned building.  on a rooftop.  in an alley.  in a parking garage.

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[dailyshowchica]

Stormtrooper Armor, Mark 2

In 2013, I was living in a small town in Iowa, and I not happy.  I was not happy in a way I couldn’t begin to process until I’d gotten a new job and was moving out of town.  But that was over a year away yet.  To cope, I fell into Supernatural, hard.  I caught up by watching syndicated reruns before work in the mornings on TNT, and I was keeping an eye out online for anything related to Supernatural.

I found a video, of Misha Collins, and several other, non-actor people.  They were staying in a haunted castle in Scotland, and it looked like so much fun!  The trip was the grand prize for something called Greatest International Scavenger Hunt the World Has Ever Seen, or Gishwhes.  And a new hunt was starting up in a couple months.  (Super)Naturally, I decided to play. (No, I will not apologize for that pun.)

There’s more about Gish online, so I’m not gonna repeat it here, but I was hooked. The hunt list was huge, and there was an item that sounded really cool:

5. IMAGE: A stormtrooper at a laundry mat folding clothes. (56 points) (From https://www.fangirlquest.com/gish/gish-item-list-2013/)

I didn’t have any kind of Stormtrooper costume, so I let that one go and made a bikini out of tea bags instead.  But I kept that item in mind, in case they did a Stormtrooper item next year.

The point of Gish, at least as I always played, was not to spend money, but to get creative.  Stortrooper armor is really fucking expensive, and the sets I’ve seen are meant for the troopers in the movies, i.e., adult men.  I am nowhere near the same size as an adult man, so even if I could afford armor, it would be too big.

There’s a community of folks called the 501st Legion, which are stormtrooper cosplayers.  They make their own armor, as screen-accurate as possible.  You’ve seen them before, they tend to be asked to appear whenever somebody needs A Lot of stormtroopers for an event.  These folks are hard core, at least compared to me.  They build vacu-forming machines in their garages to custom fabricate their armor (this was before 3D printing was widely available).  Well, I did not have the time, money, or space to build a vacu-forming contraption.

But I had another idea: duct tape.  I thought, if I covered cardboard with white duct tape, I could fashion a set of armor for myself.  So I went looking for a pattern, and started to save boxes.  It took over a year, but I pulled it off!  I did buy the helmet, and the boots were slipcovered with white vinyl fabric (think Pizza Hut table cloth fabric), cut from a pattern for Ugg-style slippers.

This lovely person has created Sand Trooper armor, which are the patterns I used. Thank you so much, kind cosplayer!  I couldn’t have done this without you! http://foamysandtrooper.blogspot.com/

That armor served me well until 2022.  But it was so hard to move in, and after so many times taking it off and putting it on, it looked pretty sad.  Also, I made this armor before The Force Awakens came out, so the armor wasn’t actually attached to me.  I had to wear a belt and use loops of nylon strap material to keep the thigh armor from sliding down my leg.  After I saw Finn taking off his armor piece by piece, I thought that in my next version, I’d use something to make the armor attached to the black underclothes.  Maybe Velcro.  Plus the cardboard hwas heavy and bulky, and there had to be a better material.

And yeah, I know, most cosplay armorers use Worbla or craft foam, but I have zero experience with that, and I’d hate to screw up on a huge project with expensive materials.  I thought I’d have better luck with posterboard.

I played with ideas, and in 2018, after Gish, I even bought some poster board and white duct tape to get started.

And then I got a new job, and I had to move, and learn a new area.  And the old armor still looked good in photos, so I let it go. And so it went, until summer 2022.

2014 3. IMAGE. It’s “me time.” Spoil, pamper and be decadent to yourself like you never have before. Oh, and P.S., you’re dressed as a Stormtrooper. (48 points)

2015 179. IMAGE. Work opportunities are scarce since the Death Star blew up. Let’s see a stormtrooper working at their job as a waiter, fast food line prep, car mechanic, postal worker, deli sandwich maker, road-repair worker, etc). – Katherine Parsons (65 points)

2016 #76 97 POINTS Nobody ever talks about the fact that 250 years ago, stormtroopers who had been abandoned on planet Earth were forced to assimilate into pre-Industrial culture. Dramatically re-enact this difficult time. Show a stormtrooper getting back to basics using a spinning wheel, butter churn, or other old-fashioned tool or machine in a rural setting. Feel free to add accessories to the stormtrooper’s outfit to make their assimilation more complete—a Shaker-style hat, a musket slung over the shoulder, etc.

2017

#116 65 POINTS Not many people know this, but the Kessel Run was actually a foot race. Let’s see at least 5 Star Wars characters competing in the Kessel Run in a shopping mall.

2018

60 POINTS Assign To Me Submit Modern stormtroopers are so much more enlightened these days. They’re in touch with their “new age” side and have their chakras aligned. In fact, you just spotted one teaching a yoga class or leading some other new-age class.

2019

34. [IMAGE] The Federation of Stormtroopers has been officially sponsored by the X Games this year. Let’s see a highlight from one of their competitions with the stormtrooper participating in an extreme sport. (81 points)

2020 main hunt

247. [IMAGE] Where do stormtroopers go in the summer? To summer camp, just like the rest of us. Show us a Stormtrooper engaged in a typical summer-camp activity: canoeing, sailing, archery, making s’mores or playing guitar by a campfire… you get the idea. (37 points)

2020 October mini hunt

63. [IMAGE] Everybody knows Stormtroopers love Halloween. Show a Stormtrooper dressed up as what they REALLY wanted to be — a gentle, sweet or heroic costume like a ballerina, a firefighter, a fairy, etc. They should be in their Stormtrooper armor as well as their costume, of course. (41 points)

2022

191. [IMAGE] It’s tea time for Bananakin Skywalker and his Sconetroopers. Show us a Stormtrooper tea party. (72 points) 

Gish is on an indefinite hiatus now, and I’m looking at another move.  But before I pack up everything again, I decided it was time to finally finish my new set of armor, so I could stop carrying around the old set.  And now, after months of work, it’s done!  I don’t know how many rolls of duct tape it took, but it was easily 10.  And I still want to try making a helmet, based on the speeder bike troopers, since theirs is the only helmet that would let human eyes look out.  But that’s for later, maybe this summer.

Thank you, Mark 1 Stormtrooper armor.  You went above and beyond what I imagined.  You are now relieved of duty.

And welcome, Mark 2 Stormtrooper armor! Can’t wait to see what shenanigans we get up to!

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Indulge Your Sensory Organ For Comfortable Lingerie And Stockings

Sometimes, it is just time well spent to pamper oneself after a long week of work and many other activities. Simple things that are considered luxurious include wearing lovely underclothes or tights that make you feel good and attractive. The lingerie collection from Secret Land is one that is well made and will instantly make you feel better.

Make Sure You Get To Browse Their Extensive Range of Stockings

Of course, for lingerie stockings, Secret Land carries all basic types such as black opaques to bright colored fishnets and various patterned thigh highs. Their stockings are available in various material types such as smooth nylon, textured lace or rather appealing fishnet. Besides making your legs look sexier, many of the items in this company’s hosiery category can help you achieve the slimming look of shapewear too. Every woman should be able to have her legs pampered and be given a little lift while wearing stockings under their dress during the day when she buys a Secret Land stocking.

Lingerie Stockings

Fun and Sexy Lingerie That You Can Wear Anytime

Aside from stockings, Secret Land specializes in producing bras, panties, garter belts, bustiers, baby dolls, slips, and many others to enhance lovely and tempting lingerie. The lingerie they wear may be in lace – soft for the romantic woman who wants to look and feel delicate, and daring – in bright colors and trimmings. For the couple going out for dinner or a movie; for the couple staying in to watch TV or resting at home; or for the couple who just want to treat themselves to gorgeous undergarments to wear at work or during the day, there is always a plethora of choices at Secret Land. You can view collections of the product such as, Bridal, Honeymoon or Holiday, to make the perfect selection for those occasions.

Secret Land is a unique company that offers women great quality roleplay lingerie to enable them feel comfortable and beautiful as they are. Peruse their stockings and lingerie options for little indulgences you’ll appreciate as you get dressed each morning with an emphasis on the positive and the present.

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Insomnia // Fran Lock

And contemplate this: the heat-treated hairdos of next-door neighbors, the roseate nosebleeds of fuckboys in hoodies; your own face, rinsed in the mirror, the sweet green sweat you’re riddled with in mornings, a rock pool reflection under algaecidal light. You are going nowhere. This poem yokes you, to the pain you are chronic and adipose with; to the desk, to the chair, to ergonomic purgatory. And to the body, its spasms and its rhapsodies, three-part harmonies, one-chord wonders. You will never be whole. The voices. His voice, broadcast on your remedial frequency, making its way through a rubbishy dusk, the streetlamps beaming fizzy glow like Lucozade. You will never be whole. Vomit o’clock and the brain is Kraken, white and shaking. Open the window, pry the chipboard from the window; fill your punctured eye with stars. And contemplate this: Saturday night and the dirt purrs with it; cars, litter bins, pit bull dogs. A girl with high Yorick cheekbones drags a false nail down the scratchy surface of a bri-nylon sleeplessness. A man rides ignorance like a white horse, kicking mirrors from parked cars. You have the itch under your skin. Insectile dysfunction. Lust, with its own murky gravities. You will fail. You have not made a friend of this city and you will fail. Cup your eyes like coins. Addiction holds such simplicity. Check your used-car contours in the broken glass. You are going nowhere. They cannot nail you to a pronoun, hot mess of cravings and behaviors, tainted frailty, old meat’s rancid rainbow. Ugly. Contemplate. Consider: your lilies, toiling like deaf ears, tearing the tired night a new one, stirring a sulfate dust in your veins. Your eyes are blue with pseudo-scientific toxicity, with chemical expectancy, a dread that dries a smile like paint. Your blood is on fire, full of bellicose adrenaline, nitrate and neon; brighter, even, than the hoary fluorescence of angels. It is so late. And you are pining the rhinestone shine of a lost narcotism. Now trauma’s your ergotamine. Trauma, your ergot, your argot of rye. Awful thought that treads the brain’s rank breadth. Silence. Pray silence. Pray the dark room away, the candles, the pious vibrations of flame; the dim bulb with its gospel of moths, one hundred pairs of gloved hands clasped to powder. Marooned in your gooseflesh, one hand does not know what the other is doing. It’s three a.m., the mind’s alive like frostbite, a cold burn that blackens things. Your graphite smile could shatter. Thoughts of him have poisoned you, rust in the blood. You have not eaten for days, you mottle, run your own hands over your oxidizing thighs, watch the bruises ripen to a landmass, a landmark, a brave new world, a here be dragons. You listen to yourself, creaking like rope; your body, its canned laughter repeating mean and low, throwing out thought according to the malnourished algorithm some devil has devised. You clutch and sway in a crêpe air and you want-want-want what you’ll never have again: sleep; his image breaking across your scrubbed flesh like surf. Contemplate this: this is forever. There is no movie montage where you’ll shop yourself to transformation. You will never be whole. And grief is not a line we walk to wellness; the tidy smirk of therapy, the therapized, the girls licking flakes of gold- leaf pastry from a Pret a Manger croissant, saying you should take up yoga. Grief is a longing in the body, your body, the machine-tooled aesthetics of starvation. It’s so uncool, a super-terrestrial emptiness; the acetone-eroded teeth of your disorder. He will not come again. Sleep will not come and make an amnesty of bandages, the white ribbons rendering you prematurely maypole. It will not wrap you. It will not keep you. It will not launder or succor you. It will break into your ballerina box, will chew the jewels from their semiprecious sockets, set them pulsing in your frontal lobe. Your heart has a headache. Drink raw egg. Or Dettol. It’s up to you. The sky is pasteurized by thunder ... 

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5 Facts and Benefits About Full Body Shapewear For Women

Introduction

Every woman wants to look amazing. There's always a search to find the best products that can help to achieve the goal. Looking great is an investment in good health enhancers, including body shapewear. However, it is often said even with shapewear; some things are essential to note for the best results. 

  Essential Facts of the Waist Trainer Corset 

(a). There are several sizes of body shapewear.

(b). The multi-body shapewear is fit for the bust, waist, and hips 

(c). It has multiple colors and fabric undertones for preference

(d). It is multi-situation usable and impacts body shape fast

(e). Convenient design for multiple restroom use

Benefits of Wearing the Full Body Shapewear For Women

(a). All-in-one design for uniform body shaping

You can work on all the vital aspects of your body shape with one shapewear product at a time. There is no need to buy different products for different body parts to shape the waist, butt, tummy, and thighs. That helps save money, time, and convenience. And it means faster access to your body-shaping goal as one product covers several areas at the same time.  

(b). The fabrics are comfortable, durable, and body slimming

Besides keeping the body fine and comfortable, they provide a breathable feeling for the skin. The mixture of nylon, spandex, and cotton ensures a comfortable dress feel. 

(c). You can dress in body shapewear on multiple occasions

They are designed to feel comfortable while wearing other clothing. That means you can add other pieces of clothing without feeling uneasy or uncomfortable. It is possible to keep your perfect body shape routine without any problem.     

(d). They are the best postpartum or posy pregnancy body shapers

New mothers and those who have just had a baby usually want to rewind the clock and look their best. The Womens Shapewear Body Shaper Bodysuit with the best fabric can help them to reach their health goals faster. It has been built to shape gradually with the best results possible. Besides reshaping their overall figure and shape, it helps correct and support backs and posture and ensure a flatter tummy. Mothers and women who have had babies can look their best in faster turnaround times with exercise and diet.

(e). Whatever your activity, you can relax easily

Are you in the gym working out? Or going on with your office tasks and duties? Or better, are you at home lying on a couch watching a movie? Whatever your fancy for a feel-good time, the modern body shapewear for women is built for maximum comfort and relaxation. You can forget that you are wearing one as the fabrics keep you comfortable. They are designed to give you a relaxed feeling. 

Summary

For beauty-conscious women, the women's butt lifter bodysuit is a classical product. It not only helps fight several health issues but also helps shape the body and figure. That's why finding the best product and using it sensibly is vital to achieving all health goals and aspirations.

There are many innovations in women's body shapewear. And the best guidance is the practical use of full-body shapewear to get lasting health results.