#and also try not to have my butt sticking out too much or my leg be in anyone's way or anything and just KLJDFS:LDKFJ: THIS WOULD BE SO MUC

[here2bbtstrash]

moving day (explicit)

genre: domestic-ass smut (honestly kind of fluffy bc i am Whipped For Min Yoongi)

pairing: yoongi x reader

summary: you manage to entice your boyfriend into taking a break from unloading boxes to unload something else instead.

word count: 2.6k

contains: explicit sexual content bloop bloop !!! established relationship, up to you if it's idol-verse or not idk 🤷‍♀️, cunnilingus, blowjob, reader gets a facial oop, tiny bit of praise kink, long-haired yoongi with a hair tie on his wrist 🥵🥵, yoongi has domestic soft dom energy, reader is yoongisexual lmao

A/N: my water sign placements really Jumped out with this one...... that's all i'll say lmao i am lowkey embarrazzed and not responsible for any delulu feelings this may stir up 👀👀 BUT BOY IT SURE WAS NICE TO WRITE A YOONGI THAT ISN'T THE ONE FROM LDOMLT !!! even i need a break from that asshole sometimes 😂 hope y'all enjoyyyyy 💜

this is also on AO3!

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“Remind me again why we didn’t hire movers?” The question comes out strained as you struggle to lift a particularly heavy box.

Your boyfriend watches you carefully to make sure you’re lifting safely– if you have to hear him say ‘with your knees, not your back’ one more time, you think you might lose it. Then he grabs another box off the truck and follows you up the drive to the house.

“I didn’t realize you had so much crap,” he says with a wry laugh. You make a mental note to get him back for that later.

A bead of sweat rolls down your temple, and when you finally deposit the box on the kitchen floor, you reach up to wipe it away with the back of your hand. The heat wave that’s been ongoing for the last few weeks is stifling, but Yoongi made a huge fuss about not turning on the AC until you got everything off the truck. Something about how you’d just be leaving the door open, and he’s not going to waste money to air condition the entire street.

Your boyfriend is such an old man sometimes, honestly. He’s lucky you love him.

Yoongi’s mouth pulls down at the corners as he struggles to read the label on the box in his arms, determining where he needs to drop it. It’s one of the many endearing faces he makes that you find so sexy, even though you objectively shouldn’t. A little thrill of excitement runs through you at the reminder that this is, in fact, really happening. You’ll get to see all of him, every morning and every night.

His face, and… You follow him down the hall, appreciating the view. His cute little butt, and…

Gingerly setting the box on the floor, he stands upright and sweeps his hair off his forehead for a moment in an attempt to cool down. His hair.

Yoongi claims he hasn’t gotten it cut because he’s been so busy with all the planning and packing required for the move, and maybe that’s true. You have also threatened to burn down any salon he makes an appointment with, and it was a joke, but god. He looks so fucking good like this. If he actually admitted to keeping it long just to make you happy, you’d probably propose on the spot.

He glances up and catches you openly staring, sticking his tongue out to indicate how overheated he is. Then he waggles his eyebrows and your core throbs a little. Fucking hell, the things this man does to you.

Your heart jumps in your chest as he walks back down the hallway to close the distance between you. Before you have time to process it, his thigh is slotting between your legs, his hips pinning you against the wall as he finds your lips with his own. It’s enough to make you gasp into his mouth, and you can feel his smug smile at your reaction.

Yoongi loves to make you come undone.

He pulls away far too quickly, and you whine a little at him leaving you unsatisfied. Not that you could ever get enough of kissing him, but you’d at least like to try.

“Come on,” his voice is quiet and low in his throat. “We’re nearly done with these boxes. Then we can properly christen this place.”

You don’t want to move any more stupid boxes. You want him to turn you around and take you right up against the wall. But you lose your will to argue when he gently strokes your arm with his hand, and you look down to see the thin black elastic around his wrist.

Since the two of you got together, your friends have relentlessly bullied you for this fact: you are insanely whipped for your boyfriend. They’ve dubbed you “Yoongisexual” at this point because literally anything he does becomes a kink for you. Including the simple act of wearing a hair tie around his wrist. It’s something you’ve done for most of your life, so when he kept complaining about his long hair getting in the way, you bought him a pack of elastics, mostly as a joke.

But then he started wearing one around his wrist, and you realized very quickly that it was no longer a joke.

You slip a finger under the thin black band and tug on it gently, and he smirks at you, because you both know exactly what he uses it for. “Soon. I promise.”

As much as you want to be good and do what you’re told, you’ve run out of patience. When Yoongi moves to head for the front door again, you tighten your grip around his wrist, forcing him to turn back to you. Then you slide his hand up your skirt and beneath the waistband of your panties so he can feel how soaked you are.

“How am I supposed to go back to lifting boxes when you did this to me?”

A groan escapes his lips as his fingers brush over your drenched folds and circle around your warm, wet center. You smile because you know damn well you’re on equal footing in this relationship: Yoongi is entirely whipped for you, too.

He presses one of his perfect fingers into your tight heat, curling it to rub circles on your g-spot, and you inhale sharply at the feeling. Your head tilts back against the wall, your eyes fluttering closed. “Ah, fuck.”

Yoongi grunts in response, and when you open your eyes again to take him in, he’s looking at you like he’s ready to devour you.

Withdrawing his hand from your panties, he slips the other between your back and the wall, encouraging you to stand up and move towards the kitchen. You follow the direction of his touch, knees instantly a little weak. When he guides you to the island in the center of the wide, sunny room, you turn back to him in confusion.

He wastes no time on explanation, arms wrapping just under your ass to pick you up and set you easily on the counter. You squeak at unexpectedly being lifted off the ground like it’s nothing: he really is getting shredded from all those Pilates classes.

Yoongi is already working to strip you of your shoes and socks, and the look on his face is so focused, with a blazing intensity that’s bordering on anger. Fuck, you love it when he gets like this. It only takes him a matter of seconds to finish the task, and then his hands are reaching up your thighs.

“What about the boxes?” You ask demurely.

“I don’t give a shit.” Yoongi says, his voice deadly serious. “The neighbors can have them.”

You lift your hips to assist as he pushes your skirt up and grabs the band of your thong, pulling it down and off of you entirely. He sends it sailing over to the other side of the kitchen, and now there’s nothing separating your cunt from the cold marble countertop. He grabs you by the hips and scoots you forward just a little more, until your ass is almost hanging off the edge of the island.

You want it so bad, but there’s still a tiny part of you that protests. You have to say it. “But Yoongi, this is where we’re going to eat.”

When he glances up at you, quirking an eyebrow, you realize what you’ve set him up for. “I know,” he says coolly. “What do you think I’m doing?”

Just as you open your mouth to argue, Yoongi reaches for the hair tie on his wrist, deliberately poking at your known weakness. Pulling it off, he places it between his teeth as his hands reach up to run through his hair. He rakes the dark strands back into a small, low ponytail at the base of his neck, then grabs the elastic out of his mouth and loops it around a few times until it's secure.

You think to yourself that you have no idea how you got so lucky, and then he brings his mouth to you and that thought is reinforced a thousand fold.

With a heady sigh of relief, you lean back, bracing yourself on your elbows and draping your legs over his shoulders. Yoongi’s already groaning against you as he slides his tongue up your dripping wet folds. He loves the way you taste, would spend hours between your legs if you’d let him– which sometimes you absolutely do. And he’s fucking good at it.

It would be impossible to make a full ranked list of all the things you love about your boyfriend, but his tongue is definitely in the top five. He traces it up to settle at your clit, flicking against the sensitive bud with short, deft strokes, and you make a mental correction as you groan and buck up into him. Top three.

He slips two fingers into your pussy this time, and your next moan is nearly a sob as he starts to press down hard with them against your front wall, matching the rhythm of his tongue. “Yes, baby, fuuuuuck,” you cry out.

“Mm-hmm,” Yoongi hums in response against your cunt, and the buzz of his mouth drives you fucking crazy, as does the satisfied look on his face that you see when you glance down. Your boyfriend loves doing things he’s good at, which certainly includes making you come.

And you’re already close to the edge, a fresh wave of arousal gushing out of you as he takes you apart so expertly. You’re sure you’ve made a mess of the counter beneath your ass.

You’re so worked up now, inches from your orgasm, that you can’t keep quiet, moans interspersed with breathless swearing and pleading.

“Fuck, Yoongi, please, don’t fucking stop,” you whimper, and his pace only increases slightly, his perfect rhythm never faltering. You can hear the squelch of his fingers curled inside you, the slick slip of his tongue across your clit, flicking over and over, and your legs are starting to shake.

“Ohhh shit,” you groan loudly as you feel your core start to tighten around him. You reach one hand forward to brush a few loose strands of hair off his forehead, reveling in his absolute perfection as your climax approaches. “God fucking dammit, Yoongi, yes, yes–” your words break off with a loud moan as the wave of pleasure surges and your walls begin to pulse. Your arms tremble with the effort of keeping you propped up as your orgasm rips through you, your back arching violently.

It feels like you’re coming forever, and Yoongi gently slows his pace to ride you through it, your cunt fluttering around his fingers again and again. He waits until you give a soft whine of overstimulation, then finally withdraws, trailing light kisses along your hips and thighs.

“Oh my god, I love you so much,” you manage to gasp, and you hear him laugh a little.

“Come show me how much,” he instructs, and you don’t need any more encouragement. Your legs threaten to give out as you slip off the counter, and you sink to your knees as gently as possible to avoid banging them on the wood floor. You pull his dick out of his sweatpants and can’t help but make a soft, appreciative noise at the weight and thickness of him in your hand.

You’ve never dated anyone who gets as hard as Yoongi does just from performing oral. When you think back on your exes, you usually had to coax them to attention after eating you out. But you’ve never had that problem with Yoongi. You swear he nearly gets as much pleasure from it as you do.

This thought is all but confirmed when you take him in your mouth, tasting the salt of the pre-cum that’s already leaked out of his tip, and he groans at the feeling. “I’m not gonna last long, baby,” he admits, and you take that as a challenge.

You grip his thighs with your hands and start to bob your mouth along his length, hollowing your cheeks and applying extra pressure with your tongue in exactly the way you know he likes. You swear you feel his knees nearly buckle.

“Fuck yeah,” he hisses. “Good girl. Just like that.” You hum a little, pleased at the praise, and pick up the pace at which you’re swallowing him down.

Yoongi doesn’t babble quite as much as you do when he’s close, instead preferring to make heady little grunts and groans; they’re the sexiest sounds in the world as far as you’re concerned. The low timbre of his voice is enough to make your cunt flutter back to life, as is the way he squeezes his eyes shut and tilts his head back, hips bucking into your mouth to match your pace.

“Baby,” he groans, and you glance up at him again, not letting your tempo change. “Wanna paint your face, fuck. Can I?”

He doesn’t do it particularly often, but you know finishing on your face is something Yoongi loves. It’s one of the many, many things you had no interest in until this man waltzed into your life and pulled out all the freakiest parts of you that you didn’t even know existed.

Which is why when he asks, you don’t hesitate. You slide off him with a wet pop and sit back on your heels, staring up at him with your eyes wide and your tongue out.

“Goddamn,” he grunts as he brings his hand to his cock, pumping himself hard and fast. “So fucking good for me.” He only has to stroke a few more times before he makes a final strangled whine, white ropes of cum spilling out of him and across your waiting face and tongue.

Yoongi milks every last drop out with a few gasps of effort, and you giggle a little despite yourself. You just love him, every part, every noise.

As if he can read your mind, he says it back. “Love you. Fuck.”

You try to hold your head still to keep any rogue drops from running into your eyes. Yoongi looks around, and you see a worried expression start to cross his face as he tucks his dick into his pants.

“Shit, baby. I don’t think we’ve unpacked the towels yet.” Your shoulders shake a little in more disbelieving giggles. “Hang on, hang on,” he calls back to you as he disappears out of the kitchen, moving quickly.

It’s only for a brief moment that you have to just sit there and laugh, beads of cum trailing down your jaw, and then he returns, dropping onto his knees next to you. He’s holding the roll of paper towels you’ve been using to clear errant dust in the new house as you go.

“Should have planned ahead. Let me clean you up.” Yoongi says softly, tearing off a few sheets and dabbing at your face. He soaks through them quickly and has to grab more. “Fuck, you made me come a lot,” he says with an embarrassed laugh, and that only makes you laugh more.

He wipes the last of it from your temples, then lets the damp crumpled sheets drop to the kitchen floor, taking your face in his hands and pulling you in for a sweet, gentle kiss. You smile against his mouth in an overwhelming daze of happiness.

When you break away, he presses another quick kiss to your forehead, then murmurs against your hairline. “Well, that’s one room down. Let’s finish this up, and then you can help me decide if I should bend you over the couch or my desk first.” You bury your face in his shoulder at the mental image, and his strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you even closer. “God, I fucking love you.”

#yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #yoongi x y/n #bts smut #bts x reader #moving day

[icarusthefoolish]

Finding a Family in a Ruined world

Summary: Ellie and Joel end up camping in an old and abandoned town, while clearing out the infected in the Area and trying to settle down they meet a child.

Warnings: body horror, emaciation, infected wounds, Mentions of past shoddy done amputation, child abandonment.

Notes: No gender specified. Ellie and Joel might be a bit OOC mostly based on the game not the HBO series since i haven't gotten to watch it. No mentions of Y/N

Original idea by: @lemonlaides

Wc: 5k

Note: I've been messaged by the author of Notre Dame @lemonlaides mentioning that this story is incredibly close to theirs. That was never my intention. They said i can keep this up if i give them credit for the original idea and change some stuff. Again copying them was not my intention.

Joel and Ellie were on their way to the Firefly Hospital and usually they would hunker down in some place which is not an Abandoned town that's probably full of Infected but they didn't really have much of a choice, they had arrived to scavenge but ended up having to stay the night because it got dark too fast. They were currently killing off what they hoped to be the last infected in the area.

Ellie let out a grunt after she kicked one of the Walkers of her before stabbing her knife into its rotten skull and piercing it's brain killing it. Joel was currently stomping on the head of another infected before he let out a deep sigh. "Alright that shoulda been all of em... hopefully." Ellie nodded before looking around the area, other then a few houses that looked more then just unstable and a few shops there was a big Clocktower which would probably be the best area to stay the night in.

"Joel, I'd say we should ger into that Clocktower to stay in." The man nodded walking to the door which was locked tight. Ellie looked around "maybe i can find a way in through a smashed window or some-" she looked over when she heard a smack and the lock break, Joel had smashed the butt of his shotgun into the lock effectively breaking it. "That... Also works i guess..."

She shook her head before Joel pushed the door open carefully, Ellie stood behind him flinching because of the smell, the entire area smelled like death, decay and food? She looked to Joel who was scanning the area full of opened and half eaten food that didn't look older then a day at best. What Ellie also noticed was that most of the lower walls were full with crude small drawings, some which looked like stick figures others that looked like someone had just scribbled on the wall.

The floor boards above them creaked loudly, Joel immediately pushed Ellie behind him holding out his shotgun. Ellie looked up letting out a gasp when she saw a face with big scared looking eyes look down from a gap of the floor boards, the gap was big enough to see the kids face, with cheeks that were sunken and a generally emaciated frame.

Joel put the gun down carefully his face going slightly white at the way the child looked. He lowered the gun to the floor before turning back to the kid. Who came down the raggedy steps but stayed far enough away that they could run. Ellie walked Infront of Joel "hi there, I'm Ellie the grumpy man behind me is called Joel" Joel let out a huff at that though he couldn't really complain because he was grumpy. "We aren't here to hurt you." Ellie smiled but her smile vanished when she saw bloody rags tied to the stump of their Left Leg.

They answered their name back. timidly "My mommy and daddy left me and i dunno where they are..." They sniffled slightly and Ellie frowned. "We have some food if you want? You look hungry kid." They nodded slightly "mhm i don't eat much because I can't find stuff. One day something bad happened to our neighbours and one of them tried getting me, when my mommy pulled me in here something bit me..." They lifted their left leg or what was left of it, "mommy and daddy pulled me in here and held me down... T-then i just remember that it hurt and there was a lot of red stuff..." Even Joel grimaced at that before standing next to Ellie.

"If you want we can help you with that too looks like it hurts kid." They hobled down the rest of the stairs and before looking at Joel and Ellie afraid not sure if they should trust them. Ellie smiled "don't worry we really just wanna help." They hummed looking at their leg before slightly nodding. Jole took his honestly nasty looking Med Pack out of the bag. He sighed before sitting down and grabbing their leg and carefully undoing the blood stained fabric, and honestly the sight under the fabric was worse then any Infected, not only because of how it looked but because of the way that this was a child maybe 6 or 7 years old if he had to guess.

The skin around the cut was red puffy and leaking a yellowish white pus. The suturing job was also no where near good but he guessed that that was all they had. "Alright kid.... This is probably gonna hurt." Ellie frowned and sat down next to them pulling out her Joke book. "Hey focus on me while he deals with that how about i tell you some jokes while you eat something hm?" She also pulled some candy that she had gotten a little while back and let them choose a few.

While Joel was trying to carefully disinfect the area, Ellie told them Jokes and honestly Joel wanted to groan at each one but at least she was Keeping the kids mind of the pain, They let out a whimper as soon as the alcohol touched the already inflamed skin. "Hey don't focus on how much it hurts i know it does, try to focus on me ok?" They nodded clenching their eye's closed and biting their lip.

Joel tried to clean the infected stump up quickly befor suturing it closed again and wrapping it up. "There hopefully that will stop the infection." He looked at the kid "you did good." Ellie looked to Joel "can they come with us? We can't just leave them here." Joel hummed, while Ellie was definitely right they also couldn't risk anything. He let out a small groan rubbing his hand down his face. "We'll talk about it tomorrow okay?"

Ellie nodded "alright you can sleep in my sleeping bag if you want." They smiled and nodded slightly "mhm I'd like that." Joel and Ellie got a small fire going to keep them warm through the night, Ellie opened up her sleeping bag and the child crawled in.

In the morning Joel had decided to take the kid with them, he didn't want to say it out loud but he'd grown fond of them in the short time they spent together. After what happened at the Firefly Hospital he was glad that the kid was too young to understand what was going on. So Joel Ellie and the child made their own home in Jackson. Their amputated stump started to heal thanks to the help of Maria who couldn't believe that a child had been living alone for who knows how long.

Their life's started becoming normal and they were a little family in their own way.

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[wishfulwithwine]

sweet girl . three

Rafe Cameron x Y/N Thorton

Y/N was sick of being the goody two shoes - sick of everyone treating her like an innocent little girl.

How bad could a step on the wild side be?

No one told her how good bad could taste....

WARNINGS: THIS SERIES IS 18+. INVOLVES EXPLICIT/NSFW CONTENT. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF MINOR.

series masterlist

photo from pinterest

obxsweetheart hungover vibes

sarahhhcameron same girl same. On my way!

sarahhhcameron also where did you go last night?

Topperthat can you stop posting thirst traps? Jesus.

Your head was killing you. 

Groaning, you tried to turn over onto your back, but there was unusual weight on your body. Memories flooding your brain, you realized it was Rafe’s arm around you, now pulling you closer and pushing your back flush against his naked chest. You felt a poking against your butt, and his lips on your neck.

“Good morning sweet girl” Rafe whispered, his breath hot on your neck. 

Did you really have sex with Rafe Cameron last night? Rafe Cameron, the Kook King? 

“Good morning” You replied, with a whimper, as he rolled you underneath him, caging you in his arms from the top. 

“Oh pretty girl, I wasn’t imaging how gorgeous that body of yours is. Can I see if I was imagining how perfect that pussy is? How well she sucks me? How beautiful those moans of yours sound?” He asked, pushing some strands of hair off of your face gently.

Well if he was already in your bed, asking for it…

You nodded, unable to speak as he kneading your nipples in his fingers. As soon as he saw your nod, he smirked widely, letting one of his hands travel down to feel how wet you were. Circling your slit, you could both hear how wet you were getting.

“Oh sweet girl, she’s weeping for me” Rafe moaned, as he aligned himself with your core, and thrusted in. It was quicker this time for the pain to turn into pleasure, and soon you were letting out a moan.

Rafe put his hand over your mouth quickly, sticking some of his fingers in which you started sucking on.

Why were you sucking on his fingers…

You watched the surprise on Rafe’s face as he stuttered his movements on top of you, groaning softly, as he thrust deeper in you after seeing you suck on his fingers.

“You’re such a good girl for me. I’m not going to last long. This perfect pussy is just too good” He whispered, trying to hold back his moans.

His face was red, and tense, as he kept thrusting deep into you.

And then he looked at you, locked eyes, and you both came… The vision of you below him humming was one he glad he was sober for since he’d play it on repeat for the rest of his life.

“Sweet girl, you’re incredible” Rafe whispered, panting above you. You blushed, smiling at his words.

“We should - we should make sure you don’t get caught” You said, as you both started getting out of bed, albeit reluctantly and slowly.

“Yes, your brother would be pissed” Rafe agreed, stopping to give you a quick kiss. “I’ll be downstairs. I’ll make the couch look like I’ve slept on it” He said, before leaving your bedroom with a wink. 

After showering and getting cleaned up, you realized the hangover you had this morning was much better after the activities… although actually walking was a different story. Your legs looked like they were from a baby deer.

“Coffee?” Rafe asked, as you walked into the kitchen. His back was to you as he was making coffee.

“Is there another set of legs there too?” You joked, as he turned around and saw you struggling to walk. The full bodied laugh that came from him, and smirk on his face, made you blush fully. Even in just a pair of gym shorts and an oversized t shirt, you were the most beautiful woman in his opinion. 

“You think this is funny? How are we going to explain this to Topper?” You said, nervously, as you accepted the coffee from him. 

The house still seemed empty, but you knew it wouldn’t be for long. Although your parents had left, Topper would definitely be coming home soon - especially considering his best friend and sister never made it back to the party.

“He’ll kill me” Rafe stated, sitting down across from you.

“Oh he definitely will. So what are we going to say to explain about last night?” You said.

“Say you got too drunk and I drove you home. Got a little banged up because you got too drunk” Rafe said, shrugging his shoulders, but continued to stare at you. You nodded, before looking around, a little nervous from his staring.

“Do you regret last night?” Rafe asked, worried as he saw you look around nervously. Your head snapped to him.

“No, no definitely no. I-I’m glad you took my… yea. I’m glad it was you. It was amazing” You said, blushing again as Rafe smirked widely, moving his chair closer to you.

“It was, wasn’t it? Good” He said, before looking like he was deep in thought, as he reached a hand over to your thigh, rubbing it, before looking directly into your eyes.

“I hope you know, I don’t want this to be just a one time thing - I’ve liked you for a while. A long while” Rafe said, nervous evident on his face as he tried to gauge your emotions on your reaction. 

Rafe Cameron, the kook king, likes me? Sometimes he was a terrible person. There were more than a few things you weren’t sure about, but you did know how much you were attracted to him, and he was always amazing with you… 

To say you were shocked was pretty clear.

“I… I like you. For a while. But why last night?” You asked, confused.

“That dress. I couldn’t control myself, especially when you danced on me. Why did you dance on me?” Rafe said, turning the question back to you with a smirk, growing larger as he watched your cheeks turn red.

“The bad girl in me said yes” You said, and both of you laughed.

“So?” He asked.

“I- I don’t want to be another one of Rafe Cameron’s one night stands” You said, biting your lip.

“God no, you’re it for me sweet girl. If I can have you, there will be no one else” Rafe said, squeezing your leg. You almost melted underneath his stare, and then he reached over and cupped your face, bringing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss.

“Tell me you’re mine” He whispered, your lips separate but so close to each other.

“Yes, I’m yours” You said, smiling, before he kissed you again.

“Y/N! I’m home” Topper yelled, and you and Rafe broke apart, pretending you were just having coffee as friends. Rafe pushed his chair away a decent amount, and soon Topper was walking into the kitchen. 

“Not so loud” You groaned, as Rafe chuckled at your response. Topper came over, sitting down and looking between the two of you, a bit suspicious. 

“Where were you two? You left and never came back. There was a huge fight with the Pogues. That JJ brought out a gun and held it to the back of my head. I almost died” Topper said, and both you and Rafe were shocked.

“Oh my gosh, Topper! I’m so sorry. Rafe took me home because I was way too drunk” You said, reaching out to Topper, to see if anything was physically wrong with him.

“You should’ve seen her. Could barely wrangle her to get in the car. How are we getting back at the Pogues?” Rafe said, watching you worry after your brother.

You and your brother had an interesting relationship, much like him and Sarah. You’d do anything for the other, but you two got on each other’s nerves all the time. Clearly evident by the annoying comment yesterday…

“I’m going to make a plan. They’re expecting a quick retaliation. I want to make them hurt” Topper stated, after you found him fine. “So what’s the plan for today?” 

“I was thinking I was going to tan at the pool. Probably invite Sarah over. Do you know what she’s up to?” You asked, figuring Topper was with her all night. Rafe rolled his eyes at thinking his sister was his best friend, and then realized that’s what he was doing.

“Yea, she’s still sleeping. That sounds good though. Need some recovery from your ‘bad girl night’?” Topper teased.

“Yes, you asshole. But don’t worry, I’ve got worse outfits to give you a heart attack” You smirked, and both boys this time looked tense.

“Oh hell no” Topper stated.

“Oh hell yes. You only have yourself to blame. You complained about me being too embarrassing” You smirked, sipping on your coffee mischievously. Glancing quickly over to Rafe, you could see his pupils dilating, imaging your other outfits.

“I’m sorry. You’re not embarrassing. Now please return the clothes” Topper said, giving up.

“Nope. I think I looked hot and I had a lot of fun being a bad girl. I might not even stop after the summer” You smirked, watching Topper groan.

It was an hour later when Rafe and Sarah had gotten to your house, meeting you guys back at the pool. Rafe had driven back to get a bathing suit and picked up Sarah to join you all.

“I can’t believe you missed the fight. It was so scary” Sarah gossiped as the boys chilled in the pool. You could feel Rafe’s eyes on you often.

“JJ had a gun? How the hell did he even get one?” You said in disbelief.

“There Pogues. Definitely stole it” Topper commented with a scoff. 

“It was just so insane” Sarah said, and you nodded.

“This is why you shouldn’t hang out with them, right Y/N?” Topper said, looking directly at you. Rafe raised an eyebrow, and you rolled your eyes.

“I tutored John B, I don’t think that is classified as hanging out” You replied. A glance at Rafe and you could tell he was not happy with that answer.

“Still, they’re not good people to associate with” Rafe added, staring at you. You shrugged, looking to Sarah to change the conversation. 

You really shouldn’t be surprised at his response. He’s always hated the Pogues, fights them whenever he can. 

“Alright, so what’s next on the bad girl agenda?” You said, seeing Sarah immediately get excited.

“I love this!” Sarah squealed.

“No, I’m not allowing this anymore” Topper said, shaking his head.

“You’re not allowing this? You’re my brother, not my dad” You said, rolling your eyes.

“It’s summer. There should be another party” Sarah asked, going to her phone to check messages.

“We have date night tonight, Sarah” Topper said, annoyed she already forgot. Looking up, she looked at him guilty.

“Whoops” She said, biting her lip. Topper shook his head at her antics. 

“Whatever” He replied.

“Rafe, you know of a good party? Or something to do? I wanna do something fun tonight” Y/N asked, surprising everyone. Rafe had to make an effort not to grin widely, hiding his true motions from his best friend and sister.

“I don’t know but I’ll let you know” Rafe said, and as soon as Topper and Sarah weren’t looking, he winked at you. You bit your lip, trying not to smile in front of them.

Hours later, Topper and Sarah had left for their date, leaving you and Rafe alone at the pool.

“So, how about we go out on My Druthers? Wear something pretty, for me” Rafe asked, when you guys were going back in. You smiled, as he shot you a goofy grin.

“Yea. For you? Yea” You replied, smiling. He grinned, reaching out and taking your cheeks in his large hands when he gave you a deep kiss.

“Sweet girl, do you know how you’re killing me?” He said, deepening the kiss while biting your lip, pulling a whimper from you.

“Rafe” You almost moaned. 

“Now, sweet girl, go get pretty” Rafe said, getting to your bedroom and sitting on your bed. You raised an eyebrow at him. 

“While I take a shower, why don’t you pick an outfit then?” You said, and he raised his eyebrows, before quickly going into your closet.

The shower was full of nerves and anticipation, as you quickly got washed, did some quick hair drying and makeup, and came back into you bedroom. Rafe was smirking, looking you up and down as you stood in front of him in just a towel.

“Fuck, you’re killing me baby. I had this whole plan, but you’re looking at me like that… No, no. I have a plan” Rafe said, pacing as he tried not to look at you. You blushed, before seeing the outfit he picked out.

“Wow, you liked that one? It’s one of the new ones” You said, as you began putting on the clothes.

“I like that I’ll be the only one who sees it” Rafe said, turning his eyes to the window to give you some privacy. Chuckling, you smiled, putting everything on.

“Alright, I’m ready” You said, and he looked at you and smirked.

“Damn, you’re the hottest I’ve ever seen” He said, pulling you by the waist and kissing you.

God you could become addicted easily to his kisses… were you already?

“Come on. I want to know this plan of yours” You teased, pulling away and leaving your bedroom.

Rafe chuckled, watching your hips sway as they walked away from him, before he followed you quickly to his car to drive you to Tanneyhill.

It didn’t take long before Rafe had finished cleaning himself up, and you two ended up on the boat, drinking some champagne and Rafe driving you both around on the water.

“It’s beautiful out here” You said, still in awe of being on the water. Rafe pulled you into his chest, feeling your body pressed against his as he drove the boat.

“You’re beautiful, sweet girl” He said back, before you noticed you were pulling up to dock at a house.

“Where are we?” You asked, as Rafe anchored the boat on the dock, and leading you to the empty house.

“It’s one of my dad’s properties, but tonight, it’s ours” He said, leading you inside.

The house was gorgeous, and all set up beautifully, with rose petals leading upstairs from the front door. You looked confused, but took Rafe’s hand as he led you upstairs. 

He pushed open the door to the master bedroom, and it was all beautifully made up with candles and flowers.

What the hell is going on? 

You looked shocked at Rafe, and his face looked really nervous, scratching the back of his neck.

“I-I felt bad that you lost your virginity drunk after a party so I wanted to make it up to you. Do it properly for you, how it should have ben done” Rafe said, looking at you and trying to gauge your reaction.

“Oh my gosh Rafe! I love it. You’re so sweet” You said, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

Well that’s something that’s almost never said about him. Rafe Cameron, nice? 

“I’m glad you like it” Rafe said, with a bit of blush on his cheeks. You smiled widely, pulling him to the bed.

“I love it, Rafe Cameron. Now show me how you would’ve fucked me for the first time” You said, a teasing grin on your face as you sat down on the bed, looking up at him with those doe eyes he couldn’t get enough of. He cupped your face, grinning, as you watched his pupils dilate.

“You’re in for a long night, sweet girl” 

How right he was...

#rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe x oc #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron imagine #rafe smut #rafe #obx #outer banks #the pogues #topper

[questforgalas]

Who Needs a God When I Have You?

Notes: This is how I cope with my uterus throwing a tantrum: Rex being so soft.

Also, this is the first time I've actually put down on paper my OC, Kandri Kendra. She's been in my brain since I was probably a teenager (I'm in my 30s now for context) and to actually be sharing her with you all, even if just a snippet, is both exciting and terrifying. I may bring her out some more, but I hope you enjoy this little tidbit with her

WC: 2.7k

Characters: Rex, OC Kandri Kendra

Tags/Warnings: Menstruation, description of pain (menstrual related), mentions of throwing up (menstruation related), dry heaving (menstruation related), swearing, so much freaking fluff

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For those who prefer Ao3

Kandri Kendra was not a religious woman. No god or gods hung over her head attempting to guide her through life or miraculously providing the answers to the questions swirling around in her head. She never gave the Maker a second thought since she passed through the temple doors all those years ago she doesn’t remember. But as she dry heaved into the toilet once more, she was starting to think maybe she had it wrong. 

“For the love of the force,” she pleaded into the bowl as spit dribbled past her chin. “Maker, if you make this stop, I promise I’ll give you a baby next month.” 

Lies. Pure and utter lies. The idea of a child made her shutter more than the pain stabbing below her stomach, but the Maker or the force or whoever else anyone wanted to believe was out there listening didn’t need to know that. 

As if detecting the desperate deceit of her words, another sharp pang ripped through her lower abdomen, and another surge of nausea rolled through. Another valiant attempt by her stomach at emptying its contents, but it ran out of ammo five tries ago. 

“Ugh, not you too,” Kandri groaned down at her traitorous uterus; the cool metal of the toilet a comfort on her sweating forehead. “We go through this every month. It’s not happening. You don’t have to throw a fit every fuckin’ time.” 

Deep breaths. 

In. 

Then out. 

In. 

Please for the love of the force.

Then out. 

I’ll sneak an extra ration from the mess tomorrow, I promise.

In. 

I will cut you out myself, I swear. 

Then out. 

Time passed. How much, Kandri wasn’t sure. She gave up checking the chrono on her vambrace after an hour of cramps with no end in sight, and that felt as far away as the creche at the temple. Oh, what she would give for those years again. Beautiful, pain free years when her own body wouldn’t throw a tantrum every month. When she could sit there and say, “Hey body, swell day we’re having, huh? Not going to throw any wrenches in it, are we? No? I trust ya!” 

A thought that reminiscing about her pre-pubescent years while her cheek rested against a toilet seat may fall under the category of “New Low'' flitted at the front of Kandri’s mind, and she decided now was probably the best time to try and make it out of here. Dredges of energy laid dormant in her muscles. She called on the force, digging past the exhaustion and the pain, and clambered from the spot on the floor. She half expected to see an imprint of a butt in the tile flooring. 

Another cramp flared to life forcing Kandri to grab onto the edges of the sink beside her. Focus on your breathing. In through the nose. That’s it. The rise of the chest. Slow. Slooow. Out through the, oh force. Oh, that’s awful. 

An unsteady hand grasped the empty glass sitting on the corner, and the mere seconds it took to fill it with water were almost too much for the fried nerves and muscles hanging on by a thread. She didn’t bother looking up into the mirror. She didn’t need to see the sweaty wreck her rosy hair was or how deep the bags under her green eyes were. She could feel it all. The sweat sticking to her shirt. The throbbing in her lower back. The muscles cramping up and down her legs. The desert in her mouth. 

Lukewarm water took care of one discomfort, and maybe there was a higher being watching over this poor performance of a human in a tiny venator fresher because suddenly Kandri found the energy to drag her stone limbs back to her wall alcove of a bunk.

Nearly there. 

The standard issue blanket seemed like a luxury duvet in her eyes, ready to wrap herself and fall into whatever blissful sleep her body would allow. Just one more step and she’d be curled in…

Knock. Knock. Knock.  

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.” Kandri pounded her fist against the wall. She glanced over. Her chrono read 0300. “Who the fuck could that be? I swear-” She shuffled toward the door. “If that’s Skywalker, I’m putting my lightsaber right through his stomach and slashing him in-” 

The door to the sleepy halls of the Resolute swooshed open.

“Please, no lightsaber stabs. Especially in my general,” Amused honey eyes greeted her. “The paperwork would be a nightmare.” 

Kandri wanted to cry. No, sob. No, completely breakdown and let her body crumble and feel every cramp and pain it has thrown her way the past hours because she knew the man in front of her would catch her before her knees even buckled. Because she knew the arms and hands and fingers that would wrap around her and hold her to the warm body wrapped in his military blacks were the safest place in the galaxy she could be. Would ever be. 

“What are you…?” Kandri trailed off, still stunned by the miracle in front of her. 

“I could feel you,” he simply answered. “Well, not how you can feel me. At least, I don’t think so. I just woke up and knew you were in trouble.” Honey eyes glanced all over her, taking in every inch. “Are you injured? I swear, Kandri, if you hid another injury-”

“I didn’t hide another injury,” Kandri interrupted. “I promise, Rex,” she added on when he quirked an eyebrow at her. “It’s just the joys of being-” her explanation was cut short by a stab in her abdomen that caused her to double over, arms wrapping around her middle as a feeble attempt to stave off the pain. 

Immediately, her space was crowded by Rex’s presence as he smoothly put one arm behind her knees and the other against her back, effectively scooping her into his arms as if she wasn’t six feet tall and rivaled most of his brothers’ muscles. “Shh, it’s ok. I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” he mumbled into her hair. 

Force, he was warm. Warm and comfortable and home. Kandri nuzzled into the soft crook of his neck, near whimpering at the ease merely his presence gave her. Gently, he lowered her onto the stiff mattress of her bunk and wrapped the blanket around her. “Stay here, ner cabur. I’ll be right back.” 

Ner cabur. My guardian. 

“You can call me your personal guardian, Captain,” she’d quipped at him years ago, at the beginning of the war, while she smiled down at him with an outstretched hand and a squad of droids in pieces around her. The squad of droids that had been on the verge of overtaking the captain. The captain who had been laying on the Felucian ground as he grasped that hand held out to him. 

“Nice to meet you, guardian,” he huffed back. 

It became their personal joke. Rex’s guardian having his back whenever Kandri joined the 501st. Rex’s guardian laying droids to waste around them.

Rex’s guardian finding him alone in the barracks, listening as he mourned his brothers. Rex’s guardian laying her head on his shoulder as she cried in the cargo hold. The war went on. Missions passed. Over time, Rex’s guardian protected more than his back on the field. Over time, she protected his heart as well. 

His guardian. 

Kandri didn’t have time to protest as Rex placed a kiss to her temple and walked out of the room. His strong back clad in black retreating away. The venator hummed. Her body ached. Her mind begged for rest. Not long after, dim hallway light flooded in from the doorway once again, and Kandri could feel the tears pricking at her eyes at the sight. 

“Mine should be a little bit more comfortable than the reserves used for the guest quarters,” Rex offered as he held up the long rectangle in his hands. “But before I tuck you in there, do you want a shower?” 

“I’d rather sit through an entire council meeting than move right now,” Kandri answered.

“Alright,” Rex chuckled. The low light of the room did nothing to dim the warmth in his eyes. “Let’s at least change your shirt, yeah? You don’t look too comfortable.” 

“Say that to my uterus.” 

“I’m afraid I can’t change your uterus.” 

“And I thought you clones could do everything,” Kandri teased.

“I’ll happily add it to Kix’s training if you’d like.”

“Sounds reasonable.” 

“Very.” Rex gently kissed her temple again. His favorite spot. Well, one of them. “Be right back.” 

The harsh light from the fresher briefly blinded Kandri, causing her to blink through it, squinting at the offending light. Rex searched the solo cabinet unit for a moment before a victorious “Ah!” left his lips, and he produced a small cloth in hand. The sound of running water drifted through the space before cutting off, and then Rex appeared by her bedside once again, cloaked in darkness with a wet cloth in one hand and a fresh shirt in the other. 

“Alright, off,” he gestured to the current shirt drenched in sweat while he placed the clean one on the end of the bed. 

“If you wanted me naked, Captain, you could-”

“Must be bad if you’re trying to crack jokes at 0330.” 

“They distract from the constant thought of wanting to carve my uterus out.” 

“Not dramatic in the slightest.” Kandri wished she could bottle Rex’s laugh and keep it for eternity. “You may not be up for showering, but you’re covered in sweat, and you can’t tell me you’re comfortable like that. Now, come on. Up and off.” 

“That’s what-”

“Kandri.” 

“If you don’t want my clothes off, you know you shouldn’t use the captain voice.” Slowly, Kandri disentangled from the flimsy cocoon and lifted the clinging shirt over her head. An unceremonious toss landed it near the pack on the floor. 

Rex started on her neck, the wet cloth a blessing against her heated skin, and with soft, reverent strokes, he wiped away the grime. Kandri watched, transfixed by the adoring look fully displayed in her favorite honey eyes. She never cared for the comments that these men were just clones. Never listened to anyone who said, “They’re all just the same.” Because they were wrong. Because they didn’t notice that Kix tanned a little easier or that Echo’s eyes were a whiskey, not a honey, or that Fives’ hair curled a little more on the sides than his brothers’ did. They didn’t notice that Wolffe had a mole on his shoulder or that Cody’s smile quirked to the right. 

They didn’t notice how Rex’s brow furrowed the same way while forming strategies as it does while he watches holoball. They didn’t notice the way Rex preferred sunsets over sunrises. They didn’t notice how the sun turned his honey eyes into gold. They didn’t notice the relief in his shoulders whenever he spotted her across a battlefield, still up. Still breathing.

But she noticed. 

She would always notice. 

“Did you have your cup on you?” Rex asked as he finished wiping the top of her thigh, finger gently tapping against the knee while he patiently waited for an answer. 

“Yes. And the cramps woke me up before the flow started, so no cleanup necessary,” Kandri answered, the soft smile on her lips matching his. 

“One less thing for you to deal with.” A soft kiss pressed against where the finger had tapped. The cloth joined Kandri’s old shirt in the corner, and Rex reached for the clean shirt waiting at the foot of the bed. “Arms up,” he instructed. 

“Rex, I can dress myself,” Kandri laughed. 

“Just, let me take care of you. Please.” 

Well, how can I say no to that face?

“Better?” Rex asked when the hem met Kandri’s thighs.

“Better,” she answered. 

Rex rested his hands on the mattress, leaning in until the tip of his nose brushed against hers. “Good,” he murmured. A whisper of a kiss touched their lips. Soft. Caring. Adoring. Matching the quiet of the room around them. Kandri would trade every relic in the Jedi temple, every treasure in Coruscant’s treasury, every trinket in the galaxy for her life to be filled with moments like this. With the quiet and the stillness where she can practically hear Rex’s heart beat in the darkness. Where they have the luxury of just being, of drinking in each other’s presence. Of ignoring the realities beyond the door. 

Where they know they’ll see each other at the end of the day. Each day. 

Where they know each goodbye is a “See you later” not a “Please come back to me.” 

But such is not the reality for a clone and a Jedi. 

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news,” Rex interrupted, each movement of his lips causing them to bump against hers. “But we have a briefing in two hours.” 

“Nope. War’s over. Dooku retired.” Kandri would hold onto this for as long as the galaxy would let her. 

“Is that so? Anti-climatic if you ask me.” 

“Lazy, really.” Kandri brushed her lips against his. 

“And Grievous?” 

“Fell into a bottomless pit.” 

“One hell of a pit.” He brought a hand up, cupping her cheek, brushing his thumb against the skin. “General’s going to be pissed he didn’t get all of the glory.” Honey eyes looked into green.

“Skywalker will get over it.” She held the hand against her cheek, sinking deeper into the feeling. “You’re not leaving, right?” 

“Need any pain killers?”

Kandri shook her head. “Already took some and have extras in my pack.” 

Honey eyes crinkled. “Then no, I’m not leaving. Scoot.” 

Gingerly, stiff muscles and a cramping abdomen scooted to the wall along the bunk. Once Kandri found a position that didn’t irritate the pain more, she looked up at Rex with open arms. “Snuggles.” Grabby hands followed. 

That chuckle she was addicted to escaped past his lips. “Such a hard demand.” The warmth of Tattooine was ice compared to that which was in Rex’s eyes. 

The standard issue blanket draped over Kandri’s body once again, followed by a larger, thicker one. Kandri near purred. 

Finally, Rex lifted up the blankets’ corners and slid in perfectly beside her. “Come here,” he said as he snaked one arm under her waist and the other over, resting his palm between her shoulder blades. “This ok?” 

“Can I slot a leg? The cramps like that angle tonight.” 

“Of course.” Rex maneuvered so Kandri’s leg slid perfectly in between his. Her knee hooked over his calf. “Better?” 

“Better.” 

The venator continued to hum. The room remained still. Peace settled around them. A soft hand rubbed up and down along Kandri’s spine, occasionally kneading into the muscles stiffening along her lower back. Relief audible in the breaths puffed against Rex’s tan neck. 

“Thank you,” Kandri whispered into the dark. 

She felt the gentle tap of a finger under her chin. A command. A plea. “Look up.” And she obeyed, as she always did with him.

“You never have to thank me.” He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “Taking care of you is an honor.” 

“Still.” She brushed her lips to the tip of his nose. “Thank you for taking care of me.” Her lips brushed his temple. “Thank you for choosing me.” Lips brushed his cheek. “Thank you for loving me.” Lips brushed his. 

“Ner cabur.” Whispered in the space between. Just for them. Always for them. “You are the greatest gift this galaxy could ever give me.” 

Their lips met. Slow. Unhurried. Savoring. 

Time stood still, the galaxy pausing around them. As if their love was enough to stop it all. To stop the war. To stop the bloodshed. To stop the missions separating them for weeks at a time. To stop the worry and the panic when their com channels remained silent. To stop the frantic check for injuries before each embrace. To stop the “Please come back to me”s. 

“I love you,” Kandri spoke when their lips broke apart. 

“I love you too, ner cabur,” Rex responded. 

Kandri Kendra was not a religious woman. But in the arms of the man she loved, her head nestled into his chest, legs intertwined together, she could certainly believe.

#tay writes #star wars #captain rex #captain rex x oc #captain rex x kandri kendra

[whenthewallfell]

Uughhhh your everlark art. Love it so much :D Please share your headcanon or story?!? Thank you.....

Ohoh, well if you insist...hold on to your butts, it's gonna get technical.

I've seen some discussion about whether Peeta's prosthetic is permanent or removable. Personally I think that it IS removable because:

1. You can't stick implants in bones that are still growing. The recommended age for osseointegration is 18+, because otherwise there's every chance the bone will just, like. Push it out.

2. He's described in CF as lacking coordination and struggling to keep up with The Gang which is more common with the classic socket models.

3. Honestly I don't think Snow would see it as worth the cost. Implants are expensive and require a lot of rehab after surgery. If he was a solo victor then he might be worth the investment (bc who'd pay for damaged goods? To be clear this is NOT my opinion, but the Capitol's - they're obsessed with aesthetics after all.) Also he wouldn't have a support system to help him through it - his family basically ignores him when he comes back.

So I think that Peeta likely has a stump and removable leg. It's probably overdesigned and far too ornate to be comfortable OR useful, and he'll get all the symptoms and side effects associated with it. At least all of his clothes now are Capitol made so they're prosthetic friendly.

BUT. Then the revolution happens. Again I don't think Snow cares long-term about his welfare (obvs lmao) so they probably just slap a leg on him with the medical equivalent of super glue and send him off to murder Katniss and/or die trying.

When he gets caught in The Fire the prosthetic melts onto his leg and damages even more tissue. During reconstruction he's given the implant instead, because a doctor finally wants this boy to live past his teens. That's why it takes him longer to return to D12 - in addition to the therapy he's also got rehab. The leg/foot is still removable, but there's fewer side effects and overall it's far more comfortable (it's also waterproof, so bring on the cute lake scenes!)

This is the version featured in my pic :)

Also any non-Capitol made clothes he just cuts the left leg off bc who can be bothered dealing with that first thing in the morning. Katniss sews fur-lined stump warmers for the winter to cover the exposed skin. She also makes him a little leather cap for the implant when he takes his leg off at night, bc it is Not Fun getting whacked with a titanium pole when trying to sleep (I imagine he's a twitchy sleeper post-MJ)

#sorry anon you were probably hoping for some cute hcs #but i Did Research and now everyone has to know about it #osseointegration is so cool though i really recommend looking into it #you can tell i thought way too much about this #the hunger games #peeta mellark #peeta's leg #rambles

[faghubby]

Teased

"Look how hard you are sweety" Beth cooed as she ran her hands all over my pantyhosed legs she had had helped me put them on. My dick was throbbing and precum leaking into the pantyhose.

"Your legs look so sexy, and you must like how they feel" she teased. Her hands slid under me and caressed my ass. It was all I could take as my dick twitched and I came without anyone touching my dick.

"Oh" Beth giggled. "Maybe alittle too much" she kissed my rapidly deflating penis. "Come on let's get you cleaned up" she led me to the bathroom. We showered together she was obviously horny her hands touching and caressing me all over.

"You know they would fell even better if you where smooth" she said as she kissed my nipple. I took her to the bed and spread her legs. I buried my head between her thighs. And kissed and sucked her clit. She just played with my hair as I did. I made her cum twice before she pushed me away.

"Paul, could you grab me some underwear" Beth asked as I got up. I knew she didn't like to sleep naked. I went to her drawer and picked out a pair. As I handed them to me.

"Why don't you try them on" Beth smiled. I looked at the soft material.

"You will love how they feel" she took them and rubbed them across my soft dick I twitched and started to get hard immediately. She held them so I could step into her panties. She pulled them up high making them ride up my ass. She then got up and grabbed a simple cotton pair for herself. She cuddled against me, I was rock hard as we held each other till we fell asleep.

In the morning I woke my dick hard sticking out of the waistband of her panties. She rubbed me thru the panties. Just as our 4 year old burst into the room and jumped on the bed. Beth pulled her close as I slipped out of bed into the bathroom.

As I showered I thought about what Beth had said about being smooth. I shaved my pubic hair. When I came out Bath and Jillian where gone. I looked in Beth's panty drawer and picked out another pair of her panties. I put them on and got dressed. I found the girls making breakfast in the kitchen. We spent the day together as a family

That night as we headed to bed Beth grabbed my arm.

"You have been so cute today" she smiled. "I guess I left you a bit excited" she kissed me as she helped me remove unbuttoned my pants she stopped and stepped back looking me in that eye.

"I thought you would like it" I said as I let my pants fall. Beth smiled then stepped forward and peeked in the panties.

"You shaved as well" she grinned. She stepped back and laid on the bed. "Come do that thing" she said as she spread her legs. I pulled her panties off. And began to please her orally.

"Baby, you do that so well" Beth said suddenly. I was a bit surprised by the comment but also proud to do so well. She was soon moaning and pushing my head down hard.

"Thank you pantyboy" Beth giggled. My dick was throbbing in her panties. She rubbed me thru them.

"Go put on a pair of pantyhose" Beth said. I hesitated then went and pulled out a pair of her pantyhose. She helped me put them on. She then had me stand.

"You popped last night when I touched your butt" she rubbed my ass as she said this. "I would never suspected my husband liked to wear my panties" she slid her hand across my throbbing dick and again I exploded in her pantyhose.

"Do you want me to get you another pair?" Beth asked. I stood there in the afterglow of an orgasm and just nodded. Beth got up and helped me remove the pantyhose and dirty panties. She licked my cock and slid on a fresh pair of panties. I looked down as she slid a tiny pink thong up my legs. She pulled it up high making it dig into my ass.

"I love this look on you" she told me. As we again cuddled in just panties as we slept.

The next morning I shed the panties and put on my boxers.

"Anytime you want to play girl time" Beth said kissing me as she put a pair of pantyhose and the pink thong in my drawer. I just smiled knowing it wouldn't be long before I found myself wearing her panties again. And headed to work.

#cross dressing #Tease #feminization kink #Maserbation

[macncherries]

trigun stampede character studies because i like them a normal amount (I literally cannot stop thinking about them. i wake up and I think about them. i go to sleep and I think about them) some of this is a combination of both trigun and trigun stampede as well as headcanons! drabbles about that under the cut

i took the original canon designs from trigun stampede as a basis. i kept their outfits relatively the same and their hairstyles + accessories match that of stampedes. edited wolfwoods outfit slightly by making his grey shirt deeper cut to mimick that of 1998 trigun's. as for faces, because all of my faces have a slight pinch of realism, I had to determine their face shapes and feature shapes based on cannon and headcannon. i huge differentiation not put into trigun stampede is vash's face shape! in the original trigun movie (2010) you can see their differences better as well as when the anime begins to reach further out into the 2000s and the style changes.

vash has canonically droopy eyes! imo, it wasn't really put into the stampede version and they kind of went for typical bubbly eyes instead. considering this, I had to balance the bubbly eyes with the droop so I added a droopy bottom lid to the eye while keeping the top one rather happy and crescent-shaped. additionally, in all of the official art for the 1998 version, vash's eyes stick out a lot. they tend to use high contrast to highlight his blue eyes a lot in the original so I decided to purposely give him extra shiny eyes since they seem to catch the light so often. woflwoods eye shape changed quite a lot. I prefer stampedes version a lot more; with thin eyelids on top + bottom and a slight droop right before the end. I also accentuated the length of the last eyelash more because while its there in stampede, it's not enough :3

other face changes include their noses. in stampede, pretty much everyone has the same face shape depending on gender/age. but in the original trigun, and while its more obvious as the style develops, wolfwood does have that big angular nose with a slight bump. i did not change the nose shape at all and referred to that specifically when deciding his. vash's on the other hand tends to fluctuate, and because it was 1998 it is kind of hard to tell but his nose is definitely more pointy than ANYONE else's. so taking that into account I gave him a very sharp straight nose but with a button-ish shape at the end to define it more because his nose shape stood out to me more than just a simple straight nose.

some details changed were the lack of facial hair on wolfwood. in 1998 he had some stubble and it also just seemed fitting to give him more hair in general because of that. feel like it would grow back too fast and he'd just give up trying to shave. i jus think he's a hairy dude. as for vash, even if he IS hairy, he's also blonde, so any of those thin hairs like whats on arms and legs would shine in the sunlight and basically go invisible (before T i had those blonde leg hairs and it didn't matter how much i let them grow out, they're invisible) nonetheless, he got a little hair in places its more concentrated. darkened his happy trail too since he's got a little bit of brown and blonde hair i thought it was valid enough decision-making.

i also adopted the more gruesome scar types seen in the manga panel in 1998. in stampede its more stylized, which isn't bad, but I prefer more obvious ones as well as showing the differentiation in healing/age depending on the scar. finding references for all the scars vash has was really difficult (he canonically has one on his butt, lol) so I had to bullshit some of the lower half ones (like on the knees) but I think its fitting enough.

some things entirely based on headcannons:

wolfwood

trans'd his gender. because i can. no other reason :)

the scars he's got because of that are;

hysterectomy (two small, symmetrical scars above the v-line)

double incision (mastectomy)

phalloplasty (not shown, its under the burger.)

skin graft from phallo (kind of visible. please note that irl skin graft scars on the thigh can be practically indetectable, but I decided to do a more stylized version for this to make it more apparent. i went with a thigh graft instead of arm because grafting from your arm restricts mobility for a short period of time which obviously, he would need, considering his weapon. thigh is also less visible under normal circumstances and we additionally never see wolfwoods bare thigh in either canon universes so I am allowed to be delusional :3)

no adams apple (while you can get surgery for this, its relatively uncommon and is invasive for little to no benefit, its like, an inch of cartilage.)

long face + his jaw shape (the jaw shape KIND OF appears in stampede, but not really, so I accentuated it more.)

eye bags (no real reason. i just think he deserves them :3)

wide mouth (again, KIND OF in stampede because vash tends to smile more vertically and he smiles more horizontally, so i accentuated that factor)

painted nails (because i can.)

body shape edited a little bit from canon. i made him more bulky and rectangular but still kept a sinched waist in his outfit as compensation. the bulk isn't really pure muscle mass; he's just kinda built like that

wolfwood is subject to change. im considering giving him slightly longer hair in the back(because I can) and his necklace choker from his prototype version back (because. I can.) p.s. if you want to see without the censor please dm me! these are just character studies so I don't really see any point in keeping them under wraps.

vash

all scars below the groin area i had to make up. i think its realistic for his knees to be banged tf up because that's easy to scar considering how reckless he is. everything else I just decided accordingly with aesthetical balance.

plump bottom lip (he deserves it :3 he's cute :3)

painted nails (because I can.)

jaw shape (he has more circular proportions in stampede but in trigun he's very angular so I wanted to find a balance for that. he's babygirl but still not entirely feminine.)

circular chin (I wanted him to have a puffy circular chin from the side to compliment the lower lip.)

eyelashes (hes kinda got it in the 1998 version but they're not very consistent so I just gave him some top eyelashes to accentuate it :3)

side note: i refuse to transgender vash. i wont do it. ive seen so many people trans his gender and it makes me sad bc they either do it because they ship him with his fucking brother or they do it because he's too babygirl for you COWARDS who equate that to being AFAB. shame on you. real mfs KNOW he's cunty babygirl and give him a horse cawk. thank you for your time.

#trigun #nicholas d wolfwood #vashwood #trigun stampede #wolfwood #trigun wolfwood #trigun 2023 #vash #trigun vash #vash trigun #trigun spoilers #trigun headcanons

[feltpool]

Fun with Friends pt 1

So, what have I learned playing with a Lego Star Wars advent calendar and some clone action figures?

Clones are a total pain to pose!

Their armour restricts their movement because it’s made up of lots of solid pieces without a lot of movement room between them. So while the chest plate can slide over the abdominal plate a little there’s barely any available movement in the torso to allow them to lean forwards, so most of the posing has to be done with the legs.

The shoulder pieces hit the shoulder straps of the chest plate so you can’t raise their arms very much. Playing head, shoulders, knees and toes with them simply isn’t going to happen.

However, each piece also wants to spin around at any given opportunity which causes issue with parts where the coloured areas should line up, or if you don’t want your clone to be stabbed in the crotch by his leg armour.

And as for the pieces that attach by magnets... don’t even get me started on those. Ugh! They’ll move out of place or just fall off given the tiniest sliver of opportunity.

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Cody, the oldest of the figures I was able to get my hands on, was by far the worst one to pose. But that’s mostly because his bodysuit is too tight, either because it was cut too small or the fabric used lacks sufficient stretch. So unless I was willing to tear the crotch out of someone else’s figure (which I wasn’t) there was no way to persuade him to sit down, and tension in the fabric would often adjust his pose the moment you let go of him.

Echo is the next worst, because he has terrible feet. The plate added to the top of the ‘shoe’ to give it the right appearance hits the leg plating almost immediately so you can only really have his foot flat or move his foot backwards, which is extremely restrictive.

And the armour is bulky in ways you don’t really plan for. Like how their thigh armour sticks out further than their butt plate meaning they want to tip backwards when you try to sit them down. Cushioning is required unless you’re happy with them appearing to be drunk or are willing to risk them falling off the chair at random because you’ve had to perch that very smooth, slightly curved, piece of cheek protection right on the front edge of the seat.

Every time I posed Rex with his hands behind his back, arranging him from the front to make him look how I wanted, he’d look like he was trying to work out whose ass he was holding when I turned him around.

All it takes for ‘at ease’ to accidentally turn into ‘sassy Rex’ is a slight tilt to the helmet and a leg sticking out just a little bit more than required. (Still while making sure his butt doesn’t disappear unexpectedly)

You will spend a lot of time with your hand braced against their crotch, usually shoved up between their thighs, in order to have sufficient grip on them while you adjust their pose, because if you just try to grip them around the torso the armour will slide over the fabric underlayer and the part you want to move will probably do absolutely nothing.

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They can stand unaided if you manage to get the balance right, but the slightest bump is all it takes for everything to hit the deck and you have to start all over again. Especially annoying when you also have a lot of small Lego parts in play at the time.

There was never intended to be a winner of the spaceship battle between Rex and Cody, but one small nudge of the table and the winner was declared whether anyone wanted it or not.

A flawless victory for the Republic!

(Kudos to Rex for managing to remain balanced while his opponent gave in to the call of gravity. *sigh* Oh, Cody!)

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Sometimes you have to put your clone down for a moment whether it makes them look silly or not.

Having a helmet head and a ‘head’ head gives you the opportunity to do weird things with your figures if you’re feeling so inclined - which I was.

Things like a bit of Shakespeare,

or whatever nightmare Rex was having here:

#captain rex #commander cody #clones #hot toys #action figures

[mamamittens]

Well, I got halfway through a comm, so there's that. Then I realized it was Whoops All Set Up and I hadn't considered how to write the interactions to lead up to that smut so I took a step back to think it over.

I was asked for fluffy romcom and I'll be damned if I don't deliver it!

But that's a later problem, here's me rambling about ideas for an alternative shine riolu design for Platinum, Fin's service pokemon.

So, I decided against keeping canon colors and mostly the same design cause damnit, I still don't like the yellow.

I'm sure game freak had lovely reasons for the yellow but I hate it.

Away it goes!

And anyway, while I was at it, I figured I'd further tweak the design to highlight how Platinum was specifically picked for Finley. Perhaps as a favor from someone who was really moved by her tragic backstory.

Silver, her original Abra, looked pretty normal aside from a spiky ring on his tail. But that's more because it was pretty early in the days of Designer Breeding more geared towards unique iterations of pokemon. Particularly driven by the growing market for coordinators trying to get a leg up. And as a standard ish support pokemon he didn't need to look outstanding, just more identifiable if something happened.

So I decided towards a slightly artistic inspiration.

A mostly silver/gray coat explains the name easily enough. And I do like the original color pallette so I kept the blue/black. They also look unexpectedly tall and that's partly because I suck at the proportions but idk, maybe Platinum is just unusually tall as well lol

The flourishes make Plat look more rugged and (according to my roommate) dirty lol. But it's meant to be like paint brushes and paint splatter. Had no interest in a rainbow baby or anything too crazy.

The goofy leg/pant bulge looks more like a deliberate attempt to imply shorts, which I appreciate more than trying to figure out wtf canon is doing with that drumstick butt (or frankly dick shaped torso, it's so damn close to being a dick, I can't unseen it and I'm sorry you won't be able to either).

This is without any support pokemon gear. A vest is the obvious choice but when he evolves it'll have to be adjusted cause of the chest spike Lucario has. Maybe I'll just stick to a bandana? Or a belt?

...ah, I forgot to try the button... Well, whatever. I like it as is regardless. It's a little fancy but not too busy? If anything I might get rid of the 'holes' in the dark sections so it's just paint splatter inspired.

Be easier to draw at least lol

Idk if I mentioned earlier but Fin's official job is illustration/painting. Mostly for books and other projects she can consult for and do at home rather than travel. Very much a home body until the start of the fic when she decides she's well enough to handle it. Likes watercolor specifically for painting personal projects such as her old team's books or for friends (when she finally has them). But does oils, acrylics, murals, and mixed mediums as well.

Perhaps Platinum was a 'thank you' gift for a personal mural from a breeder who put Platinum through official support pokemon courses.

Despite being a support pokemon, Platinum is just as happy in a battle as any other riolu. His first duty is just to Fin though. So he would be more likely than most to forfeit a match if his trainer showed too much distress or lash out unexpectedly in times of peril.

This both pairs well with the rest of her destined team and against one specifically who would rather be doing that themselves. But for now I'll leave it at that lol.

Platinum will be her only special/shiny Pokemon. Unlike Edna, she doesn't have any connections or unexpected 'gifts' netting her rare pokemon.

#mittens muses #mittens update #custom pokemon design #ill die a hater for shiny riolu/lucario #maybe its meant to be gold but pokemon doesnt do enough color work to make it clear visually #so instead theyre just little lemonaid doggos #better than that weird green shade they keep going back to tho #ill give them that ig

[nothere2010-blog]

college Jackie 1st chapter by Natatat

Prologue to Juicy Jackie:

Halloween

Jackie had chosen a catwoman type suit made of something akin to latex. It was black and she had the cat ears and tail very stereotypical sorority girl costume. However Jackie wanted it to be sluttier so she purchased one that left her chest and stomach completely open aside from crisscrossing cords that you could pull tighter if need be. The outfit also had these scandalous detailing on the front of the thighs going up almost to the stomach. Essentially it was "here's a taste of what I got." All of this was topped off with her insane heels. She screamed sex. The costume highlighted her best assets, her butt and her boobs respectively. Jackie had a long torso and short powerful legs and a big butt. She had a kind of pixie nose and an oval face. She believed this costume would set her apart from her sorority sisters and get her the man she had been chasing.

"I look sexy as fuck" Jackie struck poses in the full length mirror in her dorm. She decided to curl her long blonde hair which was stick straight. "This is sure to get his attention." She adjusted her costume tying it tighter to push her boobs together. "There, that is much better" she pulled out the curlers and struck another pose viewing her butt. She slapped it and nodded at her reflection and checked her makeup.

"Jackie hurry up! We are going to be late!" Sam yelled at her roommate from downstairs. God that girl takes forever to get ready. I bet she is checking herself out in the mirror again. All we had to do was wear a simple cat costume for this stupid sorority thing, how hard is that?

"I'm coming!" Jackie grabbed her little purse and once again checked her reflection and blew herself a kiss in the mirror. "Perfect"

"Wow! Damn girl that's a lot of skin!" Sam had to admit Jackie looked gorgeous.

"WHat is it too much?" Jackie looked worried.

"No, you look amazing! I was just surprised is all. And I mean I would have gotten more dressed up if I knew you were going all out." Sam laughed.

"I mean I'm trying to get Taylor to notice me." Jackie tied the string a little tighter and adjusted her boobs.

"So are you going for sexy with a bit of slutty?" Sam asked laughing.

"No I was just going for sexy, okay yes I was more going for slutty. I want him. He will be mine."

"How exactly do you intend to 'make' him yours?" "Hello, with my nice fat ass!" Jackie turned around and stuck her butt in Sam's face then slapped it. Then turned around and struck a pose. "No man, or woman can resist this baby!" Jackie leaned against Sam and laid her chin on her shoulder. "Not even you" Jackie laughed.

"Damn it Jackie you pulled my hair. Get off." Sam shoved Jackie off her not without some effort. Jackie was heavy. "Uffh god you are heavy, don't do the dead weight thing. Let's get going."

"Yay party party!"

"Yes okay let's go!"

"I'm gonna get my man hahaha!" Jackie yelled.

"SHhhhhhhh be quiet." Jackie kept blathering on about Taylor and how she was going to get him and all that jazz. While she was talking Sam couldn't help but notice the softness of Jackies' stomach. Jackie had always had a flat stomach but never toned. If she's not careful she will start to get mushy. Oh well she's a big girl she will figure it out.

At the party things were swinging. They met up with their sorority sisters, all dressed as cats. It looked a little weird. Sam saw her friend Josh and waved to him. He was standing with a handsome guy, very tall, very perfect. Sam was suddenly jerked to the side.

"Sam quick how do I look?" Jackie squeaked. Sam looked Jackie up and down.

"You look amazing, why are you freaking out?" Sam was confused and her wrist kind of hurt from Jackie jerking her to the side. "Oh is that Taylor?"

"Yess duh. Help me" Jackie was flustered.

"Shhhh calm down, here," she grabbed a shot of vodka for Jackie. "Drink this." Jackie looked at it apprehensively. Then looked at Taylor.

"Okay I'm going to need two more of these to get up the courage to go talk to him." Jackie looked longingly at Taylor.

"No no you don't need more, you are great now let's go. We have the perfect excuse because I know his friend Josh." Jackie looked relieved.

"Thank god! That's so much easier." They made their way over to the boys.

#weight gain story #fantasy feeder #teasing #belly play #fat belly

[emma-frxst]

Smooth Criminal ch 11

A/N. Hi all, so so sorry I’ve been gone. I’m tagging all my tag lists and some others just this once..just to let y’all know I’m not dead. I’m starting with this fic and then onto requests and my other WIPs. I love you and I give my sincere thanks for all your support. I went thru my #ask tag and was reminded of how much y’all support and love me and I’m extremely thankful. Also- I am posting this on the mobile app because I couldn’t log into my account on my laptop for whatever reason. And there’s no option for a read more cut so I’m sorry. And apologies for any weird format. Happy reading ❤️ feedback is much appreciated.

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previously on Smooth Criminal*- colossus appears at y/n ‘s door after a rough day, this would be fine except y/n is in the middle of planning a heist. Y/n makes quick cover and invites him in. Her secret is safe but guilt is chipping away at her.

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You woke Piotr up from his little nap on your couch and offered your bed Instead- he happily obliged.

Still mostly asleep Piotr shuffled over to the the bed.

He sat down on the edge, stripping down to his underwear. Even though he usually slept in his undies, you were in awe every time you saw him that way no matter if he was in human or metal form. His muscles were godlike, Thor himself would be jealous.

“What’s that, y/n? I’ve never seen it there before.” He questioned, pointing under the bed.

You came around to his side of the bed to see what he was referring to. Sticking out from under your bed was the corner of the Smithsonian blueprints

‘Oh shit! oh fuck, the blueprints.’ You thought to yourself.

“Nothing baby, just junk under the bed.” You explained trying not to panic.

“Da, you do have junk.” He paused, that cheeky grin you love so much forming on his face. “Junk in your trunk!” He exclaimed and smacked your butt.

The two of you burst into laughter, Piotr was such a goober sometimes. You wouldn’t change it for the world.

You stood between his legs, wrapped your arms around him and planted a kiss on his forehead.

His hands slid down to your body and rested on your butt. He gave it a squeeze.

“Haha, junk in ya trunk.” He repeated.

You chuckled.

“Lay your ass in this bed or I’ll junk your trunk.” You joked

Piotr wiggled his eyebrows in response before laying down.

You snuggled up next to him.

“Goodnight darling, I love you.” Piotr said throwing his arm over you.

“Goodnight handsome, I love you too.”

You closed your eyes but couldn’t sleep; you had to hide that stuff.

Once Piotr was asleep, you gently pried yourself from his grasp; praying and hoping he wouldn’t wake up. You snuck over to colossus’ side of the bed. Very carefully, you put all the evidence in the secret compartment in your floor boards. Luckily piotr was a heavy sleeper.

You slid back into bed, relived, but still couldn’t sleep.

With two close calls in one night, the universe was definitely watching out for you.

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Piotr woke you up painfully early the next day to “beat the crowd” to the ice skating rink in Times Square. Since he had been stressed out so much lately, he wanted to make the most of his day off.

You and he glided smoothly around the rink hands interlocked. You matched his pace, stride by stride. Piotr was right, it was worth beating the crowd.

He stopped for a moment, took your hand and spun you around, then pulled you in close for a kiss. His lips were a pleasant warmth against the cold New York weather.

You pulled back, looking up into those baby blue eyes, committing the moment to your memory.

For a minute, everything felt normal.

“Care to sit?” He asked, referring to the bench on the edge of the rink.

“Sure.”

The two of you sat in content silence, watching others skate around the rink.

Your eyes locked onto a man hoisting his kid up on his shoulders and taking him for a ride around the rink. After a lap or two his very pregnant wife joined them.

You imagined that being you and Piotr. That familiar fuzzy feeling grew in your chest. He would make a great dad and partner.

“Y/n?” Piotr’s voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“Yes, love?” You turned towards him.

“I have been meaning to talk to you.” He said, taking your hands in his.

Your stomach dropped.

There was no way he knew, right?

Maybe it was all a set up and there were cops waiting around every corner to arrest you.

Colossus must have sensed your panic because he gave your hands a reassuring squeeze. “Good things, мой дорогой (my dear), I promise.”

He paused for a moment, glancing at the others skating, then back at you.

“Before I met you, work was pretty much the only thing in my life. Now that I have been with you, it is like I am..How you say.. “ he paused, thinking. “Breathing fresh air.” He reached one hand up to cup your face, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. “I love you very much, y/n, and when I see my future, I can’t picture it without you.”

His words brought tears to your eyes.

“Piotr, I would love nothing more than to do life with you.” You replied, smiling from ear to ear.

“Da?” He questioned with excitement, his hands gently cradling your face.

“Yeah!” You responded eagerly. Before you knew it Piotr smashed his lips on yours in a loving kiss.

Your heart was full.

The life you dreamed of with Piotr was hilariously and hopelessly different from the current life that you lived.

You couldn’t keep living two lives, they’d come too close to colliding already. You’d soon have to choose. But which life could you leave behind? In one, you were infamous art thief, earning tens of thousands for jobs, escaping the bland 9-5 life most others lived. the other was one where you were loved; truly loved. But would love be enough?

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[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

Cross-post from my ao3

The Litter, a DJD fanfiction

Tw: animal abuse, death, and birth, implied rape

So, you know how Kaon and Vos had a thing before Vos was revealed to be Agent 113? What if the pet was sparked, and Kaon just woke up to the Pet trying to whelp a litter.

Yeah, this isn't one of my finest ideas, but it wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it.

Kaon knew something was wrong when he woke up to the Pet panting.

Not howling, not whining, not sniffling, but panting, his fans straining with effort.

Kaon also realized he was on the ground, not curled up with him. That never happened.

He turned on the light to see that the Pet was laying in a puddle of its own blood, its body straining, its middle - contracting?

Oh shit. The sparkeater is having a litter on his bedroom floor. He assumed that beastformers had their pipsqueaks normally, but he guessed that trapping the Pet in beast mode meant he had to do it organic style.

Wait. How is the Pet having a litter on his bedroom floor?

He thought back to before the Pet was the Pet. Oh, that's right. He'd had lots of fun with Vos up until and especially just before the Pet became the Pet.

Shit, these are partially his. No wonder his entire body was contracting. Even as Vos, he'd be too small.

Kaon put an experimental hand on the Pet's belly, feeling for … something? I think he had seen a medic do that on TV before. He could, at least, feel how far apart the contractions are. Wait, that's why they do that. To know how long it will be.

Curious, Kaon lifted one of the Pet's legs. His entire behind had swollen bigger, the plates being pulled aside in favor of making the valve opening as big as possible. Kaon could almost stick his pinky into the hole and did, feeling a pair of tiny noses through their birth sacs.

He tried the first option that came to mind and grabbed the Pet by the shoulders and let its butt swing back and forth, hoping that gravity would speed it along. The Pet wriggled in pain as another contraction shook its frame. They were getting closer together. Kaon put the Pet down and checked its valve again. No change, and closer contractions.

Shit. He should probably wake up Nickel.

He paused. Should he bring the Pet with him or bring Nickel to it? He stuck his pinky in the hole again and made his decision. He grabbed a blanket that he didn't like much and wrapped the Pet in it. Nickel wouldn't want him to drag her all the way here.

He walked as quickly as he could, trying not to make much noise. He decided to frame this entire thing in the idea of more t-cogs, not more mouths to feed, not that they wanted for anything.

He made it to the medbay, waking up Nickel with a push to her shoulder. She got up groggy but got a hold of herself quickly once she saw that Kaon was there.

"What do you need?"

"The Pet's gonna have a litter. Soon."

"How soon?"

"I don't know. Soon."

Nickel sighed and pulled up the bars of one of the medical berths. She turned on the exam light overhead.

"Put it down here and let me see."

Kaon laid the Pet down on the berth, securing it with a metal band around its distended middle, and he winced as Nickel pressed down on the Pet's belly a lot harder than he would have.

"Well, first thing is, there are most likely way too many puppies in there for the Pet to deliver on its own. If you hadn't brought it to me, it would have died with several still inside it. The second thing is, there isn't enough time before they start coming to do a scan. Hand me some forceps, and that short rounded thing that looks like a pair of tweezers with a handle."

Kaon handed her both tools and balked when she started to force the opening wider with her fingers, causing the Pet to squeal.

"Kaon, keep it from snapping at me." Nickel barked, timing the contractions under her breath. When it got to the point that the first puppy's head was visible without moving the tissue, Nickel stuck the forceps in and pulled it out. The Pet writhed, Kaon keeping its head pinned. Nickel cut open the birth sac and drop the pup by the Pet's stomach, where its plates had folded back to reveal a sagging udder of sorts, with a dozen teats. She marked it with a one.

She let it root around and went back and waited for the next one to be in reach of her forceps and pulled it out, this one having Kaon's electric coils folded against its back. She was more careful with this one, sticking it directly against the Pet and sticking a teat in its mouth. Nickel marked that one two.

The third and fourth almost came out together, Nickel forcing the fourth one behind its littermate. This time, the Pet pushed them both out with a wet plop.

The fifth one tried to come out sideways, Nickel having to push and prod the Pet's belly to get it facing the right direction. The Pet stopped trying to snap at Nickel, its eyes dimming with exhaustion. Kaon let its head to and moved the three new pups to its belly, marking their birth order with his own marker.

"Kaon, get a stimulant from that cabinet, a small dose of the one with a blue label, and inject it into its neck. If its eyes go out, it's not gonna wake up."

Kaon rushed to the cabinet and found the pre prepared syringe. He injected into its softer metal neck, and its eyes glowed brighter as it whined again.

Nickel pulled out another pup, checked its pulse, and threw it in the trash can.

"The one I just took out was dead already." She said, shrugging. She pressed hard on the Pet's belly again. "Two, maybe three more. Don't get your hopes up. They are probably all runts."

The Pet's entire body heaved and spasmed, and a huge, two-headed pup had to be partially pulled out of it by Nickel. She checked its pulse. "Surprisingly, this is the strongest one yet."

She stuck her whole hand up the Pet's valve, feeling around for anything else.

"I think that's the last of them, besides a shit ton of after birth that should be delivered in the next few minutes, but that will more than likely just fall out of it.

True to her word, the Pet kicked and whined, and about three cubes worth of congealed energon, along with another dead pup, left its abused valve.

Nickel used this opportunity to run some maintenance on the Pet after putting a makeshift diaper on it so any extra energon didn't get everywhere.

She also checked that each of the pups was suckling and got frustrated as the first one refused to latch. The two-headed pup seemed to be doing the best, drinking noisily and stepping on the rest of its littermates to get its fill.

"Eight pups born, with six survivors. More than I expected, but then again, it would have bled out with three. I wouldn't get too attached to the first and third one. They are the weaker of the two, and Tarn most likely won't let you keep all of them. Your best shot is trying to convince him to keep the two-headed one, the second one, and maybe the fourth and fifth could be sold or used as spare parts. You can't breed them, unfortunately."

"Unfortunately what?" Tarn said, walking into the medbay. "I checked your room, Kaon. It stunk of energon, so I knew you would be here. I'm guessing that the Pet finally squatted out its litter?"

"Yep. Eight puppies in total, six surviving, four good ones, two runts that are good for nothing but spare parts."

"Oh, but two of them are extremely interesting. Kaon, they are definitely yours. You really didn't realize that the Pet was going to whelp? Let me guess, you just thought it was getting fat?"

"Yes." He said, slightly ashamed of himself.

"Well, I'm certainly pleased. I think I would like a new hobby. Breeding mechanimals seems like fun, and the Pet is certainly fertile. I'm thinking that I should call Swindle to see if he had any more of its breed. The real ones, I mean. Don't want them to be too smart. Let the Pet have this litter in its entirety. We will need adults who know how to act around here. Nickel, clean it up." Tarn left, and Kaon couldn't believe his luck. He could have all the puppies and the Pet!

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A few weeks later, Kaon woke up to the firstborn puppy kicked out of the makeshift nest in his room, stone gray and dead. It had never learned to suckle, despite Kaon's best efforts.

The third one wasn't doing much better. It hadn't grown a bit since it was born, while the others were growing fast, piling on the Pet and biting and snapping at its udder. The two-headed pup was almost completely weaned already, getting in the way of Kaon's attempts to feed the Pet to stick its heads in its cube. He had resorted to removing it from the nest and putting it in an old crate with a few blankets to keep warm while he fed the Pet.

The rest were still rather small, about a week away from being weaned.

That night, he took the two-headed pup with him to bed, the Pet whining with jealousy.

The pup was a much better snuggler than the Pet, its smooth plating thick yet deliciously warm. Kaon was keeping this one if Tarn let him.

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By the end of the week, the third and fourth ones were dead, too, ripped apart by its littermates. The fifth was doing much better, growing bigger than even the two-headed pup. The one with Kaon's electric coils was also doing well, as the Pet seemed to favor it.

They were all weaned and were biting the Pet's belly, then drinking from it. Tarn wanted all of them, including the Pet, moved to the brig by nightfall.

Kaon put the two-headed pup in its box and opened up the nest, picking up the two remaining pups. The Pet followed him all the way to the brig, whining impatiently for Kaon to set them down. Kaon put each one in a separate cell, a blanket already shoved into the corner of each one. Kaon put the Pet in the cell between them, hoping that it wouldn't whine as much if it was between them.

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The first test was a doozy. Tarn wanted to see how sharp their teeth really were, and after a few days of starvation, they were even nipping at Kaon's feet.

The victim in question had been left on the floor, a concession made for the pups' smaller size.

They did wonderfully, ripping the bot apart from the waist up, pulling and tugging out the organs on their way. Tarn had to use his voice part of the way because they were a little too good at it, and the mech almost bled out before Tarn wanted him to.

Tarn called Swindle, and by the end of the vorn, a section of the barely used brig had been converted into a kennel, four new turbofoxes included.

Kaon looked over everything with barely hidden pride. They were all his to train.

Every last one of them.

#maccadam #transformers djd

[lexa-griffins]

Hello again 🥰 milf Lexa anon here

Can you talk about Lexa's struggles and insecurities with herself and her body after the divorce and when she started seeing Clarke?

Now this... this holds a special place in my heart. Because Lexa has a lot of struggles with her body. Which is something that she never had growing up. I mean she was the athletic type of kid, she never really had issues with stretch marks with too much fat where she didn't want it, she had abs and was head cheerleader.

Lexa looks like a mom. She's still a small woman but she does have all the signs of two pregnancies, stretch marks on her stomach, her legs, her hips, her butt and her boobs. Her stomach is definitely not flat, it has that pouch to it, it sticks out a bit and it rolls. Her boobs sag more now, her arms do a little flap and her thighs and butt will fight her in any jeans she buys. She's very soft looking, even her jaw isn't has sharp as it once once. She's not just a milf in name, she really does have the soft cuddly body to go with it 🥺

The first post-pregnancy, although leaving some insecurities in Lexa, was fine. She managed to go back into working out and her stretch marks were soft enough where they didn't bother her unless she really started to pick at them. It's after Delilah's birth and the longer recovery time after the c-section as well as doing most of the caregivers work for a toddler and a newborn that Lexa started paying so much attention to how she looked and started to feel unattractive, with Jenny's horrible comments really not helping her at all.

After the divorce, Lexa become a little depressed. She felt like it was her fault for not trying harder to keep them together and that maybe she had given up too soon, on both the marriage and herself. She felt like a horrible mother anytime Alex would ask her why mama wasn't with them anymore or why he had to wait so long to see her again. Afterwards she was far too focused on trying to give her kids a stable home and making the new apartment actually feel like the home they had before. Her relationship with her body become distant, she avoided mirrors when she could because she could still hear Jenny's words in her mind and the last thing she wants is to have to focus on something that is so minimal in the grand scheme of things. Her kids were what was important, not her issues with her body that did nothing but give her the two people she adores the most.

For the next decade Lexa hides herself as best as she can. She makes sure every "problem area" is hidden and goes for a looser style, jeans and a slightly bigger shirt so it won't cling to any little roll on her body, dresses that make her feel like she's trying to hard to stay young, with patterns that distract from what's underneath. She does it rather unconsciously, if she can not think about her body she will and will just go by instinct. She tries to join a few yoga and pirate classes with Anya but she feels out of place there, mostly single women who have lively social lives or new moms who seem to have their shit together better than Lexa has years into being a mom. She also never dates, one because she doesn't want to and two because she cannot even fathom someone being attracted to her, physically or even just with the live she lives where she barely has time for herself, much less a girlfriend.

Before they start actually seeing each other, Lexa is shocked by the fact Clarke seems so attracted to her. Clarke is... Clarke. She's a gorgeous late twenties woman with a great career and a future so full of opportunities, Lexa doesnt understand why she is so interested in a relationship with Lexa whose life is settling down and really set in Lexa's eyes. She's not having more kids, she doesn't see herself moving out of her apartment, moving jobs, traveling the world, nothing of that sort. But Clarke looks at her and flirts with her in a manner that makes Lexa actually feel desirable again and she forces Lexa to stare at the mirror to try and find what Clarke sees in her. On the other side, it does make Lexa a little more self conscious, particularly when she realizes she's very attracted to Clarke to. Suddenly her clothes feel to lazy but she still doesn't have the confidence to go an buy ones that show her off more, not that Clarke needs them to stare at Lexa likes she's anything other than a goddess. Although it's not what solves it completely, when her and Clarke start getting more intimate and Clarke seems to adore every inch of her body, Lexa really sees how much Jenny fucked up Lexa's relationship with herself and her body and that with Clarke, she might be on the track to fix it, something she never thought would happen.

😌✊️ when I tell you Clarke refuses to let this beautiful woman think of herself as anything other than fucking perfect!! A MILF lover like no other!!!

#letter opened #au: milf!lexa #when lexa finally agrees to a date with clarke the kids and anya do a whole 'finding the perfect dress' montage #and Clarke always falls to her knees when she sees her because holy fuck #YES the tummy is visible YES its clear Lexa body isnt all smooth and bump free and YES she is absolutely beautiful like THAT #theyre first time together :')))) Lexa hasnt been with anyone in so long amd having clarke worship every inch of her?!?!?! #AH #GOD

[fragileizywriting]

alright this one is gonna take me a while to type out so stick with me. i would put a wip / six sentences banner but given that i’m writing this on my phone, i don’t actually know where it is. actually, hold on, i might as well

(this is going to be a bitch to clean up and edit afterwards, i’m already dreading this)

tikki demands her lover back from hell

(also sorry for the weird past/present tense shifts throughout this, mobile is ALWAYS trying to change verbs into past tense, it’s so stupid)

after a game of cat and mouse, with plagg hiding behind columns and bannisters and railings, holding onto the desecrating stone like a lifeline, tikki finally snatches his ankle with a vine. he freezes when he falls onto his butt after a harsh tug, his tail doing poor work of supporting him when he looks up to her, a woman who fumes in her spot with her hands out to raise vibes from out the ground. she’s furious.

“hello,” he tries.

no matter how many attempts and how many reasons he gives, these phantoms follow. most of them are always a little bit too off— making her too tall, too high pitched, too skinny, trying to ‘perfect’ her as if he wasn’t in love with everything that she was. like the fates and whispers down here want to convince him that he didn’t truly love her, just the idea of her.

but fates, how much he loves her. he thinks of the curve of her smile and how it’s not perfectly symmetrical. he thinks of her arms, weathered and strong, and how she’d been able to lift that tree off of him— he thinks about that every night, thinking about how this short, plump woman had made that tree look like a twig. he thinks about the curls that framed her rounded face, curls that made its gentle way down a large bosom and larger hips. he thinks about her, all of her, and how he wishes he could kiss her delicate finger tips until he couldn’t breathe any more.

“how do you do?” he tries again, when her frown deepens. he doesn’t remember that line between her brows when she did it, but perhaps this whisper is just filling in the gaps of his feigning memory.

“i thought you’d be happy to see me.” her face is crinkled and frowning, poppy seeds on her face making such pretty constellations. every whisper has a different pattern, never quite the same. “instead i see you running away? have i done something wrong?”

“you’re a well-made one,” he laughs. her vines recede back into the beaten, dirt floor underneath them.

“what?”

“i almost feel as if you’re real.”

“what are you talking about, my lord?”

“your cloak almost looks real.” he’s nowhere close to comfortable to touching her. long vignettes about life up above are embroidered into her shoulders and down beautiful panels of an orange-brown fabric. it glistens gold, just as much as the goddess herself does. beautiful and lovely.

“that’s because it is real,” she snorts. “are you out of it, plagg?”

he knows better than to entertain the whispers. he starts to turn, ambling towards some direction he’s unclear of so long as it gets away from her. her, her, her. “it is nice to see you. please enjoy your time here.”

another vine creeps up against his leg and pulls, forbidding him from leaving. “is that all you have to say to me? i came down here as fast as i could after five hundred years and this is—”

“—five hundred?” he whispers. “now i know you’re not real. it’s been longer than five hundred since i’ve last seen you.”

“of course i’m real. don’t you feel my vines on your skin? i cant be an illusion if i’m touching the vines on your skin… but what does that even matter? you’re treating me like you don’t care,” she huffs. completely ignorant to how he sags.

“eight hundred and seventy two years. five months, twenty six days.”

“oh.”

“fifteen hours… twenty minutes and fifty seconds.” his ears flatten against his head. “that’s how long it’s been without you, my goddess.”

“you’ve been counting?”

“the one joy that i had in my life— the only god i cared about— has been away from me for that long. life has no real meaning without you. i’m so barren and empty that i don’t know what to do.”

“but— why are you acting so coldly?”

“you can’t be here. and you aren’t. you’re a figment of my imagination, the way that all others were, trying to keep me company and sane in this broken castle. but you aren’t here. the real goddess is above. away from me, and away from what my father did to her.” how long has he been crying for? how long has his cheeks and eyes wet the cloak on this whisper’s form, even while she holds him tight, close enough for him to scent the wild flowers she tries to cultivate? how long has it been since he’d been in these arms, breathing, trying to keep everything inside him and not breaking down?

“i am here,” she whispers into his shoulder as they hug. “the fates let me through the gate. i’ll show you.”

#speakizys #fire lily petals #this is like a proof of concept for now #i’m sleepy and tired but i love these two so much

[alleycatdog]

I want more lingerie. Yeah the cishets did okay with lacy underwear and fishnets and bras that let the nip hang out, but I want it queerer, and furrier, and designed for bodies beyond heteronormative ideals, and more creative, and I want so much variety that some of it is just silly and practically useless and ridiculously bizarre.

Lingerie that are shaped and patterned to highlight stretchmarks. Lacy windows over the stretchmarks. Sexy binder-ish thing made to draw attention to other body parts while still being safe for “exercise.”

Boxer lingerie that have a gap for a tdick, delicate underwear that are designed for a soft dick and a hard one (maybe a little stretchy gap for the dick to poke out of when aroused?) Underwear with a little stuffing to soften a vibe when it’s too strong. Underwear that puts everything on display, soft rubber inserts to hold things up or spread things out, easily removed for cleaning or swapped out for various firmness options.

Lacy bra but it doesn’t get tangled in armpit hair. Lacy bra but it fits over saggy boobs and highlights their beauty instead of working like a push-up bra. Feminine lingerie for people who don’t shave. Fishnets that have a gap over the lower shin to show off where the most leg hair is.

Lingerie that goes behind femininity and lace. Oh wait, we have leather and ropes and stuff. Well, more of that, hehe :3

Make it furry too, lingerie with a tail, underwear with a leash, a pair of gloves with paw pads or claws or scales. Cat ears but meant for rougher things, maybe they connect tightly to a collar so you can grab them and move the person around by them.

A muzzle that vibrates so your puppy can please you while desperately trying to stick their tongue out far enough for a taste (the front could be coated in a silicone cushion, or not)

A onesie with cute fursuit stuff, like paws and a tail or a pattern mimicking feathers or scales, with openings for tits and dicks and holes. Idk, one can have a udder that can be filled with liquid and then squirt it out, which isn’t my thing but I am aware of the many blogs dedicated to that lol

More lingerie for any person or mood or situation. Lingerie dress designed for someone to go down on the wearer, maybe with subtle ribbons that are designed to tie someone up, or a really breathable fabric so no one suffocates lol, or a shirt designed to look like a suit and blazer except it’s flexible and has pockets designed for holding stuff like a little bottle of lube or a sex toy or maybe it has cords attached to the cuffs to tie up the wearer or maybe it is reinforced like a harness or maybe it has a dress-up tie but it’s designed to be used like a leash.

Comfy pajamas with lingerie features, like gaps for hands to enter, with enough loose fabric around the hole that it is cozy and keeps warmth inside—or the hole is one of those stretchy designs that covers the hole normally but can easily be stretched wide enough for a hand. A shirt but with snug pockets outside over the boobs, for a big-spoon to put their hands to stay warm.

Pants but with increasingly stretchy fabric over the groin to show off a hard dick, or maybe just a loose fishnet over the groin. Give me clothes that I can sleep in but also are useful if we end up fucking. Lingerie but it’s designed for sexy snuggles, not just sex. Matching couples pants but they tie together to effortlessly keep the big spoon’s hips pressed against the little spoon’s butt (bonus points for openings at the front and back, for cockwarming or fucking or whatever)

Fabrics that absorb liquid, for showing off just how wet someone is; fabrics that don’t absorb liquid—to let it drip, or to take off one they’re really slick and stuff in someone’s mouth.

More onsies, i just like onesies. Onesie but with flattering curves or tight spots. Onesie that can’t be put on or taken off without help (maybe a cute little lock that keeps the zipper in place, or put the zipper somewhere hard to reach). Onsie but it doesn’t have a stabby metal zipper, maybe it has easy-access Velcro or little ribbons and loops to tie like a robe, or maybe the neck is big enough to shimmy into (and then a collar keeps it tight around the neck?). Onesie that fits really tight over the groin. Maybe designed to keep a toy inside the wearer. Maybe crotchless, so the wearer is otherwise dressed normally and warm and cozy except for their exposed parts. Maybe with well-attached loops for attaching a harness.

Posable attachments for vibrators, sturdy build-in cords for tying up or puppeting, a collar that fits tight on the neck but can be loosened up to work as a gag

Idk, some weird four-hole pants designed to be worn by two people at once. Lingerie sewn into a fitted sheet so the wearer is REALLY tied down.

Lingerie with cozy little loops and hooks to hold someone in position, not in a Kinky Top way, but in a You Have Bad Knees And This Takes Pressure Off Them way. Glove that has a pocket/O ring for people who’s hands don’t have the stamina to hold something.

Give me a cute snout that’s a vibrator for when I can’t decide if I want to give you pleasure or just nuzzle my face into you

Tail vibrator with a vibrator partway down the tail, so it stimulates the person behind the tail-wearer—good for spooning or grinding

Oh oh, lingerie underwear that has a cute little bow that keeps the front of it closed, and you pull the strings loose when you’re ready to let the wearer’s dick out!

Breakaway collars for pets who deserve to get free if they try hard enough. Clothes with built-in pillow cases—for when you know you want a pillow under your hips and you wish you could attach it so it stays in place.

Cushioned lingerie so the wearer can barely feel things and beg to be undressed.

Full body harnesses that can be hooked together in any way. Tightly hook the hips together to hold your favorite angle, or loosely hook together so you can pull them around with your body, or hold onto their harness while you fuck them against a wall, or attach their collar to your thighs so they can go down on you. Idk, strap them to your back like a big spoon doll and attach a vibrator to them, and then carry them around like that while you do chores and they cum all over you??

Tie their hands so they can still move around, but they can’t reach lower than their hips. Fuck yourself on their tongue and tell them you’ll come in their mouth if they come too (but they can’t quite reach their sex, no matter how hard they try)

Cozy PJ hoodie but the hood is designed to work as a blindfold too. Crotchless underwear so you can fuck their cunt, but the ass is designed to hold a plug in, and when you angle your thrusts a certain way, you also thrust the plug in a little deeper.

Well this was certainly one way to spend a couple hours. Anyways lol

[theninjasanctuary]

Well, I am sick, while still testing negative for Covid. My nose was just very slightly runny on Sunday, moreso on Monday; also just a tiny bit of throat soreness, thought it would pass and I could finally get a workout session done on Wednesday, but nope, woke up with a) throat so sore and swollen I speak in whispers again, and at some points it radiates to my right ear, again, made worse by occasional sneezing and coughing, b) feeling faint out of nowhere, thought I might pass out sitting down on the toilet, ffs (but luckily remembered the head to the knees thing), c) lower back pain. Bloody hell. I've got things to do, places to be.

At least the cat seems fine. Another poop drama last night, wiping his ass all over the freshly mopped hallway floor (it was good to have the energy to clean yesterday), and then laying down with a dejected "oh fuck you are going to try to clean my butt again" expression. Well, his butt and hind legs got a warm shower in the bathtub, which I think is the preferable solution, since it's quick and thorough, and he doesn't actually even dislike water and wasn't grumbling much (but at this point 2 people need to be involved, one holding his front paws so he doesn't escape from the tub). He actually hung out in the wet tub while I looked for a towel for him. I've tried to make him get that putting up with cleaning leads to a nice helping of the favourite treats, and I think it's sticking. He gets plenty of pets as is, having a cute face and ludicrously soft and fluffy fur. And I'm making an effort with interactive playtime too.