#dollops moodboard

[iridiss]

#art #character design #oc #oc artwork #original character #sparklecat #digital art #artists on tumblr #character art #moodboard design challenge #oc: Dollop O’ Sunshine #oc: Lemon Wash

[gummydummy19]

Kinktober day 2: temperature play

Cinnamon girl

Summary: You and your boyfriend Bucky decide to experiment a bit on a lovely autumn afternoon.

Content Warning: Smut, wax play, fluff, nipple play, fingering

A/N: Please don’t ever use regular household candles during sex. If you wanna engage in temperature play use body-safe wax candles from a sex store or webshop!!! This is a fictional story. If you wanna engage in any form of kink, please make sure you are well-informed and don’t go off on things from porn or fanfics 🧡

Word Count: 1070+

Moodboard by @gummydummy19 (me)

It was a perfect Sunday afternoon. Fall was really settling in and you loved it. This was by far your favorite season.

You were curled up in a ball on the couch. Your plaid pajama pants and a chunky sweater, combined with the steamy romance novel you were reading, kept you toasty. When suddenly a soft chill flew through the room accompanied by the sound of the front door slamming shut, made you flinch

"God it's fucking freezing out there," Bucky grumbled, dropping the mail on the coffee table and hunching over you to plant a kiss on your face.

Much to Bucky's dismay though, you pulled away from him.

"Buck, I love you, but I can practically feel the cold radiating from you." You cringed.

"Oh really?" He smirked, diving back down and nuzzling his freezing nose into your neck, kissing you all over.

You shrieked, trying to scramble away from him. Especially when he dug his freezing metal fingers under your shirt.

"BUCK!" you screamed, trying your best to push him away.

Still chuckling evilly, Bucky finally stopped.

"I'm sorry, Doll. Can I make it up to you?"

"Hot Cocoa. Now." You grumbled, snuggling back into a ball facing away from him, clearly unamused with his antics.

Bucky just chuckled to himself and left for the kitchen. When he returned he carried a tray with hot cocoa (extra whipped cream and marshmallows because he knew you loved those), a cinnamon-scented candle, and some cookies.

"Here you go my honeybun, all better?" he asked, looking at you with puppy dog eyes as he handed you the steaming mug.

"hmm" you grumbled back, taking the mug from him and eagerly taking a sip. Bucky watched you in silence, but when you pulled away from the mug he let out a chuckle.

"What?"

"You have a little..." he pointed to his own nose

"I have a little what?" you asked with an adorably confused face.

"Here, let me."

Bucky slowly moved closer, and when he finally came face to face with you, he gently nipped at your nose, nibbling off the dollop of whipped cream you managed to get there when taking a sip of your steaming beverage.

When he pulled away, he stayed close, looking straight into your eyes with nothing but love in his gaze.

"Still mad at me?" he asked, voice low and raspy.

You rolled your eyes, annoyed with yourself for not being able to stick it out longer.

"You know I can never stay mad at you, Buck." You said, wrapping your arms around his neck and softly ruffling your fingers through his soft brown locks.

"Is that so?"

"Hmmmm."

"Lay down, Doll. I wanna try something."

You slightly raised your eyebrow but did what he said nonetheless.

"Now take off your sweather."

"But Buccckkkk," you whined. "It's coooolllddd."

"Come on, Princess." He whispered in your ear, leaving kisses on your neck. "I promise I'll warm you up real fast."

Your whine turned into a soft moan and you allowed Bucky to take off the chunky piece of clothing.

The second your chest was exposed, your nipples hardened and you shivered slightly. Bucky didn't waste a second in attaching his lips to your pebbled buds, making you arch your back, pushing your chest into him while stroking your fingers through his hair.

"Let's have some fun, huh." He grinned, reaching over to dip his finger in the whipped cream atop your mug. When he had secured a reasonable amount of his fingertip, he brought it back over to your chest. You let out a loud moan when Bucky left the whipped cream directly on your nipple and sucked it straight off.

"Fuck, baby, tastes so much better off your tits."

He continued doing this until there was none left in your mug, leaving your chest wet and sticky, along with other parts of your body...

And that didn't go unnoticed.

"Shit, baby, must be so wet huh, my pretty baby? Can practically smell you from here." he cooed, "Gonna let me have a feel?"

"Yes! Please, Buck. Touch me!" you begged

"You sure, Princess? My hands might be cold." He teased

"Don't care, Buck. Please just touch me..."

"That's my girl." was the last thing he said before moving his metal hand down your plaid PJs.

"HOLY FHUHH-" you shrieked when Bucky's metal fingers all but immediately slipped inside your dripping pussy, still freezing from being outside.

Although this time you weren't annoyed. His cold fingers nestled between your hot walls felt insanely good, and you wanted more.

"You okay, Baby?" Bucky asked, sincerity clear in his voice.

"Yeaahhh-unghh...please move Buck...s'really good...s'good" you babbled, making Bucky chuckle.

"As my girl wishes," he said, gently curling his fingers and moving them in and out of you. After a few pumps, he combined that movement with his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.

You loved that, of course you did. His metal fingers stayed cool way longer than his flesh ones, so he knew you'd be able to enjoy the cold sensation for a good while. When your moans started getting louder and your back started arching again, Bucky decided it was time to go in for the kill.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, slightly slowing down his movements so you could answer properly.

"Of course I do." you breathed, looking at him with a bit of confusion but a lot of love.

That's when he reached over to the coffee table and grabbed the candle he had brought from the kitchen. He sped up his movements again and dripped some of the hot wax over your exposed chest.

"OH SHIT!" you hissed

'You good?" Bucky asked, stopping all his actions at once but you were quick to grab his wrist.

"Keep going, please, don't stop! Do it again." You begged

Who was he to disobey?

He stroked your walls and rubbed your clit at a heavenly pace. Sporadically dribbling hot wax over your naked chest, making you a moaning mess.

"Please, Bucky, m'gonna cum!!"

"Fucking hell, babydoll, you look so pretty like this."

"Cum for me baby! Make a mess for me! Cum on my hand like a good girl."

You shivered and your thighs clenched around his arm. You came so hard you nearly blacked out and Bucky was there to help you ride it out.

You were never gonna look at cinnamon candles the same way ever again.

Taglist;

@metalbuckaroo

@princessayveke

@montsepliego

@scxrletrecsmarvel

@hopelesslyrogers

@eclecticpatrolroadlawyer

@tfandtws

@vicmc624

@ahahafudge

@enchantedbarnes

@wickedravyn

@pono-pura-vida

@amayaraestyles

@matchat3a

@fictional-hooman

@sebastianexplicit

#fluff #smut #bucky barnes smut #temperature play #marvel #bucky barnes x you #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes #fanfiction #sebastian stan #fall season #kinktober

[dieselsdesire]

shuri moodboard

#asdfasdfj this is my first moodboard #like first official #does that make sense? #do i have to tag this #um #dollops moodboard #that dont sound proffesional #ill change later #anyway #shuri moodboard #mcu moodboard #marvel moodboard #shuri #black panther #marvel #m: mcu

[mels-majestic-edits]

Sam Wilson moodboard for @sir-sleeve-ripper

#sam wilson #dollop #marvel #falcon #captain america #userdollop #moodboard #marvel moodboard #aesthetic #grey aesthetic #userizzie

[hateful1979]

sambucky moodboard for @bionic-staring-machine

#i dont rlly wike this but it’s ok 🥴 #* #izzie.moodboard #dollop🍍 #mcu moodboard #marvel moodboard #sambucky #sambucky moodboard #mcu #marvel #tfatws #tfatws spoilers

[swift-creates]

Sambucky moodboard for @yelenaromanovff

#dollop 🥒 #Child #Moodboard #Swift’s moodboards #Sambucky #Sam Wilson #Bucky Barnes #Sam Wilson moodboard #Bucky Barnes moodboard #Sambucky moodboard #Swift celebrates #Tfatws #Tfatws spoilers #The Falcon and the Winter Soldier #Captain America and the Winter Soldier #Captain America #The Winter Soldier #White Wolf

[moobrvoobl-moobmoob-oobmpoobroom]

🎨 for sambucky ?? congrats again !!

Thanks Dollop child <333

here u go!

#Why does it look so messy >.< #dollop 🥒 #Child #Moodboard #Swift’s moodboards #Sambucky #Sam Wilson #Bucky Barnes #Sam Wilson moodboard #Bucky Barnes moodboard #Sambucky moodboard #Swift celebrates #Tfatws #Tfatws spoilers #The Falcon and the Winter Soldier #Captain America and the Winter Soldier #Captain America #The Winter Soldier #White Wolf

[this-is-ally-and-im-confused]

Thank you bestie for tagging me in your ship’s announcement post!

Team: I honestly cannot decide but I’d like to think we’ve talked enough to the point you know which people/teams to avoid lol.

Style: uhhhh. It changes on any given day. I can be an emo child one day (or pop punk or whatever sub genre you wanna call it) complete with band tee and flannel shirt, yet a girly girl the next with a skirt or something and more pastels and bright colors. And then a functioning adult in business casual but like elevated because plaid pants are life another day. Sometimes athleisure. Other days it’s leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. My concert look is a whole other version of me. I also disneybound, so like I have more clothes than I know what to do with half the time. And like I have no one style. I’m just a little bit of everything because I don’t fit just one style. But more often than not I’m wearing my hair naturally curly or some braided style to get it out of my face.

Ideal first date: uhhhh. Idk. I’m a sucker for a chill coffee date. Or a milkshake/ice cream date as you know.

Thank you so much! And thank you for doing this! You’re amazing 😘

Hi M! I’m happy to do this for y’all <3

I ship you with….Cale Makar. He is the perfect sweetheart/Disney prince. I think he’d love your sometimes edgy style vs. your Disney style.

*le first date*

Cale had just picked you up from your apartment, and the two of you were walking downtown. It was a warm summer day in Denver. The sun glimmered down on the two of you. It was almost a little too warm, as it was making Cale’s already rosy cheeks turn into a deep flushed rouge. the two of you twirled in the open street before fluttering into the local milkshake shop.

“Hey, thanks for letting me take you out.” Cale mumbled as he dragged you into a nearby milkshake shop.

You smiled at him and bumped into his shoulder.

“Of course, I’m already having a lot of fun!” You responded.

It was amazing, Cale ordered you both a large Lucky Charms Milkshake which the two of you sat down to share. He had insisted on paying like a true gentleman. His hand reaches across the table of the booth to grab yours. The milkshake is placed perfectly in between you and Cale. It’s like a scene out of a cheesy romcom. The two of you lean in slowly to take a sip from your straws. Your eyes peer up to be met with ocean blue ones. you smile. The milkshake was amazing but the company was even better.

Cale reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. You saw him click into the camera app.

“May I take a photo to remember this date?” Cale asked shyly.

You nodded. Your fingers reach up to take a dollop of whipped cream and place it on his nose. He quickly snapped a goofy phot of the two of you, and you laughed as you watched him struggle to lick off the sugary treat.

*a Makar Milkshake Date moodboard*

#my amazing moots <3 #send in requests #ship requests #hockey imagine #nhl blurb #cale makar blurb

[strawberriesndaisies]

Hello Tumblr fam :)

My irl friend, Azure, aka @im-dancing-with-your-ghost has recently decided to join this hellhole, and I want u guys to help her feel welcome.

Here's a few people for you to follow and become friends with, , they can help u with any questions u have :D

@sir-sleeve-ripper is Dollop, one of my besties. Obsessed with Marvel and rly good at making moodboards

@xximaweirdoxx is Rae, she's an awesome writer and a super nice person in general.

@lokis-knives is Mira, she's fucking hilarious, bi disaster but its okay because aren't we all?

@karlimogenthau is Izzie, another Marvel fan (ik, theres a lot of us) and is also the most mature on in the friend group? idk it's weird

@beer-dont-sleep is Beer, makes lots of shitposts, we're all concerned about her mental health but we don't express it to her because she'll just chug more coffee

@wholesome-dragon-lady is Lauren, she's very talented and good at edits and art

Thank u guys for coming to my ted talk lmao

#Azure 💘 #dollop 🍦 #rae 👑 #lauren 🐲 #beer 🌿 #mira 🦋 #izzie🌻 #freindos #mutuals

[earnmysong]

2020 Creator Picks!

the absolutely excellent @alamborghini very kindly requested that i choose your five (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works! thank you so much for thinking of me, friend!

while i don’t usually pass the meme baton, i feel like this occasion calls for it. so, if you would like to, please do: @treaddelicately, @pasmonblog,  @danieljradcliffe + @firstaudrina ... plus anyone else i might be forgetting who added fandom-related loveliness to the world over this weird year!

1. it's a sugar date (what if spring is late) {wanda/bucky future fic}

“Exactly! So don’t go getting bronchitis or pneumonia on [the dog's] account. He already has life pretty well under control.” Bucky tugs [Wanda's] zipper closed as the wind picks up. “And drink this.” | in an effort to stave off my wandavision anxiety, i wrote an excessively sweet winterwitch discussion of holiday-themed caffeine.

2. you've already won me over (i'm not used to liking that) {daisy/daniel mid-series finale}

“It’s unlocked!” [Daisy] yells toward the knock on her door. “I’ve been forbidden from moving and I’m kind of scared that Jemma will actually bury that paralyzing agent in my Cap’n Crunch tomorrow if I do!” | 2020 may have brought tons of unwanted crazy, but one appreciated bit? the reappearance of daniel j. sousa! this is timequake mid-series finale hurt/comfort.

3. try and grab the spotlight (a dollop of fame) {alexis/ted post-series kid fic}

Lennox greets Alexis at dismissal on the Monday of a week that’s going to be truly heinous, work-wise, with: “Mommy, I have a surprise for you! [...] We’re doing Hamilton for Theater Arts, and I’m Eliza!” | 2020 also introduced me to the utter perfection that is schitt’s creek! i also love hamilton an inordinate amount, so i couldn’t ignore the opportunity to combine them! bonus: this is also the longest non-chaptered piece i’ve ever written. i guess i had a lot of thoughts on the subject? :D

i also learned the art of making moodboards! two of my favorites: 4. alexis/ted + winter things and 5. dani/jamie + only you...

#myfic #MCU #Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. #schitt's creek #winterwitch #wanda x bucky #otp: my waves meet your shore #daisy x daniel #otp: when you run into those walls you should have someone there to pick you back up #alexis x ted #otp: sometimes a special little lock can come along #my edit #moodboard #bly manor #dani x jamie #otp: so many more years

[spookylilkiddo]

hi I’m spooky welcome to my age regression blog! est nov 2020🐻 🌈 plz read my about below 🧇

intro 🧸

about my big self: real age is 21! as my big self im a boy. im still figuring out my name but thinking of artie! im bi, im an artist, im mixed white n latino! i live in the us

about my little self: my little age is somewhere from four to seven? idk I don’t rlly know what kids of different ages are like, i don’t hang out with them very much - i might not match a specific age milestone wise, specially cuz im autistic. i don’t feel as gendery when I’m regressed so they/them or he/him pronouns are good! i go by spooky or frog here but u can jus call me nicknames too :)

about my regression: regressing is something i do, or try to do, consciously, rather than an innate reaction. it’s a therapeutic technique for me. trying to vibe with the idea that it’s never too late to have a good childhood. mental health is pretty frequently shaky n regressing relaxes me and makes me happy! ill probably reblog aesthetic and positivity here and make some of my own moodboards and outfits and stuff and maybe art and activity sheets! activity likely to be irregular cuz i don’t have a very good memory and hyperfixations jump around a lot

about my brain: im autistic! i also have adhd! i got some trauma but i won’t talk about it here cuz this just Isn’t that space

community stuff: im not 100% sure of what the community rules are so im probably kinda noncom but i’ll tag with agere i spose. i post no ns/fw interaction or content or cg//I of any kind. edit: ill tag with cgre, nsre, csre too since these communities look like they’re safe and open! also i might be more age dreaming than age regressing but idk i do my best \_(ツ)_/

dni please: anti-regression/agedre (obviously), interaction from kink/nsfw blog, lgbt+phobic, pr0-4 or th1nsp(!), pro-a$, prom4p

other: im also a selfshipper and i’ll probably make agereg content of my f/o’s cuz i like relating to them, when i’m regressed i just think of them as my friends :) my f/o list is super obscure and distinct so if u recognize me from it shhhh no u don’t please

petre: i think petre sounds really fun and pet regressors are super cool people and automatically my friends, i haven’t tried it but i might cuz seem relaxing and freeing in a way

REG’d Info:

favorite foods 🧇

goldfish crackers, pbj, corn dog, soup, pretzels, peanut butter, brownies, cookies, ice cream, pizza, noodles, lofthouse cookies, appy slices, pancakes, waffles, granola bars, gogirt, cinnamon roll, peas, mnms

favorite things to do 🖍

activity sheets, drawing, coloring, watching tv and movies

favorite colors 🌈

blue, yellow, green, pink, purple

favorite vibes 🥞

cozy/yellow/honey/breakfast, halloween, elementary school, wonderland/tea parties/forests/mushrooms/whimsy, bedtime, winter, cookies and desserts, bright rainbows and colorful kids tv programming, nature and animals

favorite plushies 🦀

a pink pickles the frog, a turtle, a crab, a pink cuttlefish, a lamb

favorite animals 🐢

turtles, frogs, monkeys, bears, rats, bats, leeches, bunnies, cats, dogs, horseshoe crab, possums, toads

regression wishlist 👕

more boyish clothes! maybe some t shirts with animals on the front and stuff and some like big shorts. zoopals! and a pillow pet. oh and some coloring books! and maybe one of those subscriptions where they send you mysteries to solve :)

favorite kids’ characters 🧚

alice from Alice in wonderland, Winnie the Pooh, tigger, piglet, owl, eeyeore, pickles the frog, sumikko gurashi, curious George, Care Bears, Dora, Diego, snoopy, Calvin and Hobbes, Scooby doo and mystery inc, classic universal monsters, Pillow Featherbed, Crumbs Sugar Cookie, Spot Splatter Splash, Dollop Light N Fluffy, Toasty Sweet Fluff, Toffee Cocoa Cuddles, neopets, magic school bus, Oscar the grouch, Grover, count von count, some Disney, Kim possible, bedtime bear

#agere #cglre #cglire #agereg #safe agere #age regression #noncom agere #csre #cgre #nsre

[isakwon]

Traveling with Junmyeon:

A moodboard series

Arriving at the hotel

The first morning on vacation:

You roll underneath the blankets and smirk once you see Junmyeon sleeping with his back facing you. Yesterday was a real treat for both of you for your first day on vacation. You toured around the city by foot, walking as much as your feet could take, and became blown away by the Cathedral from the inside. It was ivory inside even the statues of saints, and the front was golden as well. You sailed on a ferry boat, admiring how the river sparkled underneath the sun, and endured the breeze hitting you in the face. And even watched a performance of Gypsy dances in the park. 

Before the day had ended, you and Junmyeon had dinner at the hotel’s restaurant. Although, you didn’t get to have an outdoor table with the a view of the river, the restuarant was as classy. And the food was as delightful as the time you had spent.

The desserts weren’t the only thing that was sweet for you either. As you and Junmyeon chatted about how much fun you had, a little girl randomly walked up to your table and gave you a pink carnation. You were appalled by the sweet surprise and as you waved goodbye at each other, you felt your heart swell. Another thing that made you feel warm was when Junmyeon told you it was no surprise that the little girl wanted to give you a flower. Because children and dogs know that a person is beautiful just by looking at them.

You joked with him by asking if he only thought you were beautiful on the outside, and he blushed, saying you are gorgeous on the inside. You then asked him if that was so true then why didn’t she give him a flower. Junmyeon simply took your hand in his and said you were more deserving than he is. Your boyfriend doesn’t see or carries himself in the way you do. You had always thought how unbelievably beautiful someone could be.

You had so much fun yesterday, you were about to shake him awake, so you could do it again. Until he rolls over, half awake, and pulls you closer towards him. 

“Morning sleepy head.Need more time to recharge?” 

Junmyeon shakes his head. “I’m just happy to see you.”  

You giggle and nuzzled against his shoulder.  

The time spent in the national museum of art was magnificent for the first hour. The last thirty minutes would have been great too if the guard would’ve stopped following the two of you with threats of loud clapping. If anyone who dared to touch an artifact would be stopped with security guards clapping. And neither of you had the heart to want to touch museum artifacts. However the same guard who had accused you of touching the ‘Las Meninas’ painting, thought you would do it again, followed you around in each gallery. What was worse was how every other visitor kept looking at you and Junmyeon as if you were really thieves.

With reluctance, you both left early. But it wasn’t a total loss once you stepped into the museum garden, where more sculptures are displayed around. And there are flowers at every square foot and a gigantic fountain. Each flower looked healthy and gorgeous and bursts with color, you were aching to take all of them home.

“I wouldn’t mind staying here forever.” You said, dipping your fingers in the water. “It’s really beautiful.”

You were so enamored with the flourescent garden and the grandiose water fountain, you didn’t notice the sly smile Junmyeon had over him. He pretended to shake the water off his hand until he suddenly flicked a bit of water onto you. You looked at him in surprise before taking a little more water into your hand and flicking it back at him. Your favorite thing about your relationship was that you and Junmyeon can pick at each other’s funny bone, as much as you can be lovey dovey. It’s how the two of you have more fun.

“You can if you make a wish for it now.” He said.

“But is that really allowed? What if the guard sees us from afar and starts to run toward us clapping.” 

Junmyeon laughs. “We’ll be okay babe. Look there are people doing it.”

He points behind you for you to turn around and see other tourists tossing their coins into the water.

“Oh all right, let’s do it then!” You jump off the spot and start digging into your pockets for change.

“Um...but, I don’t think it takes foreign currency babe.” He said.

“Every little penny counts Myeonie. There are no limits or exceptions on wishes.”

He smiles and grabs two coins from his pockets, setting one on your hand, and the other on his. Both of you turn your backs against the fountain in order to toss the coin behind your shoulder. As you chant your wish inside your head, you feel Junmyeon grabbing your free hand. A shy smile etched onto your face with how his hand feels like a warm glove. He was being extra with the skinship.  

You tossed the coins over your shoulder, and out of nowhere, you hear grumbling sounds from right next to you. You widened your eyes at an embarrassed looking Junmyeon, and you snicker as you realize you have to leave after all. This vacation wouldn’t be great if you stayed here and starved to death. The cafe you found seemed more like a bread shop than a cafe. In fact, it looks prettier than any of the other cafes back at home. 

The walls are painted with much brighter colors, and the windows had no blinds or shades to block the sunlight from shining inside. The staff kept their polite smiles on the entire time, and even Junmyeon was looking brighter. He removed his layers of navy sweaters, and reveals an amaranth pink buttoned-up shirt, matching the cafe aesthetics. You feel all the more excited.  

“Oh cool, my wish came true.” You said.

“Really?” Junmyeon asks, “What was it?” 

“An oversized pink shirt that I can steal from you.” 

He laughs and shakes his head as he sits down. “You’re gonna have to rip it off me in order to have it.”

You roll your eyes in amusement. “So what did you wish for Junmyeon?”

“I can’t tell you Y/N, you know that.” He says, “But I will say, I have a good feeling it’ll come true.”  

“Most likely. Since you aren’t gonna tell me.”

The waiter brings over your breakfast, and you were instantly in awe with the meal presentation. You do not know how many times this city can keep impressing you, and you are glad that it still has. The Belgian waffles were crisped into a beautiful golden brown topped with bananas, walnuts, melon, and with honey drizzled over them. There was a cup of caramel on the side, and two poached eggs topped with chives and pepper on a separate plate. Junmyeon had a heart-shaped foam over the top of his latte, while you just had a dollop of foam.

“Babe, did you not get a heart?” He asked when he saw your disappointment.

“No, but it’s fine. I’m more excited about eating this waffle though!” You laid your napkin over lap, and lifted your fork and knife.

“Here babe, take mine.” Junmyeon carefully switches your mugs, so that way you have the latte with the heart shaped foam.

“Babe, it’s okay. It’s just latte art.” You said.

“You didn’t look too happy about getting the blob though.”

You cave in to help Junmyeon carry the mugs that were filled up to the rim. The distance between you wasn’t far, but you were still shaking with nerves about spilling the drink. He didn’t have to trade drinks for you to have a neat foam art, but he did. He gave you his latte with the heart shaped foam to keep you satisfied. You smiled, “Thank you Myeon.”

“So do you accept my heart?”

You furrow your brows, confused, and looked down on the latte until you realize what he really means by heart. You bit your lips as your guts churned. Junmyeon has a polite and gentle kind of speech in general, but when his romantic side takes over, his words turn into dulce. You have been together for years and somehow he manages to drive your heart dizzy as if you were still in the honeymoon stage.

You nod, hiding the cheesy grin growing on you. “Yes Myeon, of course I do.” 

He huffs a smile. “My wish came true”

#suho moodboard #junmyeon moodboard #exo moodboard #kim junmyeon #junmyeon #suho #kimjuncotton #exo suho #junmyeon pics #suho pics #junmyeon aesthetic #suho aesthetic #junmyeon scenario #suho scenarios #exo scenarios #junmyeon fluff #park chanyeol #kim jongdae #kim jongin #byun baekhyun #zhang yixing #oh sehun

[dieselsdesire]

jeyna moodboard for @glittering-galaxy-grapes​

#SADASFJSDF i hope jeyna is jason x reyna otherwise ive fucked up #heres to hoping #ADFAJD #dollops moodboard #jeyna moodboard #reyna avila ramirez arellano moodboard #jason grace moodboard #heros of olympus moodboard #jason grace #reyna avila ramirez arellano #heroes of olympus

[mels-majestic-edits]

Moodboard for my best friend, @sir-sleeve-ripper

You give off yellow vibes lol

#dollop #moodboard

[paraulescelestials]

⚣ Gay ⚣

To experience attraction to men/men aligned people while being a man/man aligned

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[ID: A 3 x 3 square moodboard with pictures, its borders are white:

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Kneading Love | Ch. 5 “Undone”

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Chapter One |  Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four 

April 28th, 1946

Claire’s flower shop was opening in three days. But there was still one thing left that needed to be done, and frankly, should have been done a long time ago — painting the exterior.

At the moment, the outside of the small shop was a dingy brown, which wasn’t very welcoming to anyone that wanted to come and buy flowers or herbs. So Claire had bought a very pale light blue that would hopefully entice people to stop by.

Thankfully, it wasn’t too hot — but it was Scotland so it was really never too hot. Claire was wearing an old green cotton dress with buttons all down the front. Her helper once again, Jamie, had come dressed in old looking trousers and a plain white button down.

“You do realize that shirt will not be white when you leave,” Claire smirked, pointing her paint brush at him.

“Well, it willna wi’ ye behind the brush,” Jamie laughed, dodging her brush. Claire was thankful that Jamie had come back to help her with this task considering he was tall enough to reach all the spots that Claire couldn’t. She was working on the lower half of the wall, while Jamie focused on the top.

“When we’re all finished here, I’ll let you pick out some flowers to take home to your mother,” Claire said, squatting to paint near the front door. “I think she’d like some of the roses. I saw the roses at your house.”

“Aye, she loves them,” Jamie smiled fondly. “She planted them herself when they first moved in to the place. You can always find her tending to her roses on a sunny day.”

“I’ve been thinking about asking her to help me with the shop,” Claire said and looked at Jamie to gage his reaction. His face was always unreadable to Claire, whereas she was an open book whether she liked it or not.

Jamie stood on the tips of his toes to reach a difficult spot. “I think ye should, Sassenach! It would give her somethin’ to do. No’ that she doesna have enough to do wi’ the farm, but she enjoys yer company.”

“And I enjoy hers,” Claire smiled up at him and he smiled back. “That’s settled then. When she comes to the opening on Wednesday, I’ll ask her.”

“Wednesday ye said?” Jamie asked.

“Yes, the first of May,” Claire said and then moved to the other side of the door. “You know that old saying, “April showers bring May flowers”. I thought it was appropriate to open it on the first of May.”

“Aye,” Jamie said and Claire thought he sounded a bit funny. “We’ll be there,” he grinned. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

They continued to paint until they had only one part left — a small section on the left side of the building. Claire squatted down again, dipping her brush into the paint as Jamie reached above her. A moment later, Claire felt something drop into her hair. When she reached up and pulled her hand back, it was pale blue paint.

“Oh Christ,” Jamie said immediately. “Oh God, Claire, I’m so sorry! I didna mean to get any in yer hair. Ah Dhia!”

Claire wanted to be upset, she wanted to be furious that she now had paint in her hair that would most likely be very difficult to get out, but she started to laugh. Apparently her silent laughter looked like she was crying and Jamie bent down to wrap his arms around her gently.

“Sassenach, I’m so sorry. I canna believe what I’ve done,” he said, sounding worried. “Will ye forgive me?”

Claire laughed audibly this time, and looked up at Jamie with tears in her eyes. “Forgive you? Oh Jamie,” she laughed. “It’s perfectly all right! It’s just hair after all. It’s actually quite funny.”

“What?” Jamie sat back on his butt. “Tis really okay then?”

“Well, it’s not okay,” Claire said, motioning to her hair. “But it’s fine, Jamie. Don’t worry yourself over this. Because I’m going to have you help me wash it out!”

“Aye,” Jamie laughed now, taking another look at his handy work. “I suppose we really should have thought over me painting over ye, mo nighean donn.”

“What does that mean?” Claire asked.

“Oh,” Jamie’s cheeks turned red. “It, um, means my brown haired lass.”

Now it was Claire’s turn to blush a crimson red. “I always thought brown a rather dull color.”

“Nah,” one side of Jamie’s mouth lifted up into a small smirk. “It’s like the water in a burn. The way it ruffles down the rocks,” he lifted his hand to touch a stray curl near her face. “The dark spots wi’ wee bits of auburn. Tis beautiful, Sassenach.”

“Well, we better keep it beautiful by washing out this paint,” Claire smiled.

Jamie stood to his feet and held out his hand for Claire. They still had one small spot of paint to finish, but Claire’s paint covered hair was a more pressing matter. Claire led him into the shop and up the stairs. This would be the first time that Jamie would see her room.

It wasn’t much. Just a small room above the shop, complete with a stove, sink, bed in the corner and a bathroom fit with a clawfoot tub.

“I’ll just lean my head over the water, and if you can use the shampoo to help get the paint out?” Claire held out a bottle of homemade shampoo.

“Aye, of course,” he took it as Claire knelt down and turned on the warm water. “Let’s just hope I dinna mess it up more than I already have.”

Once the water was warm, but not too hot, Claire placed her full head under the rushing water. Realistically, she would have taken off her dress before doing this, but with Jamie here with her, she thought it best to keep it on for the moment. Seeing that her hair was wet, Jamie poured a nice dollop of shampoo into his hands and reached down to Claire’s head.

His hands were large, and covered her skull as he massaged the shampoo into her hair. Despite the slight crick that she was getting in her neck, it felt heavenly — it always did feel nice to have someone else wash your hair.

“Tell me if I’m bein’ too rough,” Jamie said and Claire nodded. “The paint is bein’ a bit stubborn.”

Jamie continued to work the shampoo into her hair, rubbing out the paint and washing it slide down the drain. Water trickled down Claire’s neck making her shiver and Jamie pulled his hands back.

“Ye okay?”

“Yes,” she said softly. In all reality, she was more than okay.

Finally, the last of the paint came out of Claire’s hair and she told Jamie where to find the towels in the cupboard. He brought one back and Claire wrapped her hair into it, twisting it so it rested tall on her head.

“Well, thank you,” she smiled. “I bet you didn’t think you’d be washing my hair when you stopped by today.”

“No,” he chuckled, rubbing his neck with his hand. “I canna say I did.”

“You know,” Claire said shyly. “If you wanted to kiss me again, you don’t need an invitation.”

One of Jamie’s brows arched in surprise before he grinned and leaned down to kiss her. His large warm hand that had just been in her hair touched the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

“Are ye cold, Sassenach?”

“No,” she shook her head. “Not cold at all.”

There were no words that needed to be spoken for what they both wanted. As they looked into each other’s eyes, Jamie’s hand touched the towel on top of Claire’s head and untwisted it, letting it fall to the ground. Then his hands went to the first button on her dress.

“Maybe we should step out of the bathroom?” Claire suggested.

“Aye,” Jamie laughed with pink cheeks. He backed up slowly, not wanting to take his eyes off of Claire. They came to stand in front of the bed, and Claire stood on the tips of her toes to kiss him.

“Are ye sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in all my life, Jamie,” Claire whispered against his lips. His large hands returned to the buttons on her dress, unfastening each one. Now, Claire wished she had worn something that didn’t take so damn long to take off.

“That’s a lot of buttons,” he joked as he bent down to reach the bottom ones. He stayed on his knees as the last one came undone. He slowly ran one hand up the back of her leg, feeling the smoothness of her skin.

Claire’s breath caught in her throat. She shook off her dress and let it flutter to the ground around them. Jamie looked up at her, his mouth partially open. She was wearing a bra and panty set she had bought in Paris — a light cream silk.

“Christ,” Jamie muttered and returned to his full height. “Yer the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Claire.”

“Thank you,” Claire blushed. “But I do feel slightly under dressed.”

He glanced down at himself, realizing that he was still fully clothed. Not bothering with all the buttons on his shirt, he yanked it over his head once the first few were undone. That’s when Claire gasped.

“Oh, Jamie,” she said softly as she looked at him.

“I meant to tell ye,” he said, looking down at his left arm. It was burned. “This is why I couldn’t fight in the war.”

“What happened?” Claire reached out and carefully touched his arm, feeling the bumpy and healed over scars.

“I was in the bakery alone one day,” Jamie said, his eyes shut as he remembered. “I was still new to everything. Our oven had been acting up and I had noticed a few sparks earlier in the day, but I thought nothing of it.”

Claire ran her finger tips lightly over his skin, seeing gooseflesh rise in their wake.

“When the fire started, there was nothing I could do,” he continued. “It caught on my shirt and I was in so much pain that I just fell to the floor. That’s when my Da ran in — he heard my screamin’. They managed to put out the flames, but it was too late for my arm.” He turned now, showing her his back. “It burned the top half of my arm as well as a bit of my back.”

“I’m so sorry,” Claire said softly, feeling her chest tighten at seeing him this way. “I can’t even imagine what that must have felt like.”

“Twas the worst pain I’ve ever felt,” Jamie said and turned to face her once again. “But yer touch, Sassenach…” he cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb against her lip. “It makes the pain disappear.”

Their lips sealed, gentle and slow at first, but quickly became hungry. Jamie pulled his trousers off, tossing them somewhere in the room and he wrapped both his arms around Claire. She fit perfectly against him, and they both moaned whenever she flexed her hips and felt how hard he was.

“I need you,” Claire said and took a step back, all while unfastening her bra and letting it fall to the ground. She took a seat on the edge of the bed and Jamie fell to his knees before her to worship her, love her, touch her.

His hands slid up along her bare thighs, touching the silk of her panties before moving up her stomach. Claire could hardly breathe as she watched him, his eyes exploring her body with a look between lust and love. Her legs were on either side of his body, and he lowered his lips against her neck, softly sucking.

“Jesus,” Claire muttered under her breath. For almost two months now, Claire had been wondering what it would feel like if he touched her with his tongue. Now that she knew, she never wanted him to stop. He kissed his way down to her collarbones, flicking his tongue out as if he was saying a prayer.

When he reached her breasts, he pushed his hands underneath them, weighing them as he caught his breath.

“Ye have no idea how beautiful ye are, Sassenach,” Jamie said.

“I do believe you said that already,” Claire laughed, sliding her right hand into his curls.

“I’ll keep sayin’ it until the day I die,” he smirked and then bent his head back down and placed a gentle kiss to her left breast. Her nipples became hard and he closed his mouth over one of them, his tongue flicking the bud. For such a large man, he was quite a gentle lover.

The scruff of his beard made a tingling sensation shoot all over her body and Claire began to squeeze her thighs around him. Jamie pushed her breast further into his mouth, beginning to suck harder. Moans left Claire’s lips as he did the same to the other one. She would have happily sat here for hours with Jamie between her legs and his mouth at her breasts, but her belly was tight and she needed to feel him.

“Take these off,” Claire tugged at his boxers and Jamie reluctantly pulled off of her chest, leaving her nipples red and swollen.

As Jamie removed his boxers, Claire moved backwards on the bed, taking her panties off as well. She reached beside the bed and grabbed a condom, laughing to herself that it was finally coming to use.

Her eyes trailed greedily down Jamie’s long body as he climbed onto the bed. She couldn’t help the wetness that was between her legs whenever she saw his cock for the first time. It was hard, pressed against his stomach, and with one long throbbing vein.

Jamie moved between her legs, positioning his forearms on either side of her chest. Claire reached between their bodies and rolled the condom on, watching as Jamie’s eyelashes fluttered at her touch.

“Yer goin’ to kill me, a nighean,” Jamie said softly. He cupped her cheek, and Claire turned her head slightly to capture his thumb in her mouth, sucking lightly. “Christ,” he mumbled.

Their bodies were flush, warm and Claire flexed her hips, communicating with her body was she so desperately needed. Jamie leaned up and he took himself in hand to guide into her slick folds.

“Oh God!”

“Mmmph.”

Claire hooked one arm around his neck, letting her body adjust to him inside of her. Once he was pressed fully against her, he pulled back until just the tip was inside of her before pushing forward. His belly pressed down against hers and soon he began to roll his hips in a steady rhythm.

Feeling like something would explode inside of her at any minute, Claire moved her hands along his back, feeling the light sweat that covered him. Her hand lingered on his hurt arm, squeezing lightly as he hit a deep spot inside of her.

“Jamie,” she whispered, searching for his lips. Their moans died in each other’s mouths as he rolled his hips again and again. With a final thrust, Claire came absolutely undone underneath him, her body twitching and as her walls clenched around him, Jamie followed her into the abyss.

They lay there for quite some time. Jamie’s head on Claire’s chest as their hearts returned to a normal rhythm. Claire’s hand found his curls, running her fingers slowly through them. His breath was hot against her skin. A smile formed on her lips as she glanced down at the state of them — one of Jamie’s legs covering her as he lay on his side, his arm wrapped around her waist.

“This is no’ what I thought would happen at all,” Jamie finally said a few moments later.

“Oh, you didn’t think you would end up naked in my bed?” She chuckled, tugging on his hair. “Because that’s exactly what I planned on.”

“I don’t put it past ye,” Jamie smirked and kissed her neck before moving to rest his head on his hand. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here wi’ ye in my arms.”

Claire felt like anything she would say wouldn’t be enough, so she just sealed their lips together and rolled into his side.

“I fear your mother and sister will know exactly what we’ve been up to once they see us again on Wednesday,” Claire buried her face into his chest.

“Oh aye,” he laughed. “I have no doubt they’ll give me a hard time for it. There’s nothin’ that those two women canna figure out.”

Claire felt positively wonderful, and it didn’t matter to her that she and Jamie weren’t married or that they hadn’t waited until their wedding night. There was nothing in the world that could have stopped them — not a priest, a disgruntled mother or a natural disaster. There were forces working together to bring Jamie and Claire together, that she was sure of.

“Speaking of Wednesday,” Jamie said, letting his fingers trail slowly down Claire’s arm. “Tis my birthday.”

“What?” Claire abruptly sat up and looked down at him. “Your birthday? Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

He shrugged, “I usually dinna go all out for my birthday, and I’d rather spend it wi’ ye and seein’ yer shop open.”

“I can change it to Thursday,” Claire said. “It’s really not a problem. I don’t want to take up the day!”

“Nah,” Jamie brushed his finger over her nose. “Seein’ ye happy is all I need on my birthday. The first of May is the perfect day and ye willna change it, I won’t let ye.”

Feeling like it was pointless to argue with a stubborn scot, Claire fell back against him. She placed a kiss to his neck and Jamie squirmed.

“That tickles, Sassenach,” he laughed.

Claire did it again, flicking her tongue against his neck. He kept wiggling underneath her and Claire moved until she was sitting on top of him and kept kissing his neck just under his ear. Jamie’s hands gripped her sides, trying to pry her off of him as he laughed. Quite unintentionally, his cock brushed against her, making them both stop.

Silently, they stared at each other. Claire placed one hand on his chest and with her other, she intertwined their fingers. They were both still aroused and so Jamie pushed his hips upwards and slid inside of her. Claire’s hips rolled as she adjusted the angle. Jamie sat up, his hands sliding down to grip her lower back.

Both of Claire’s legs wrapped around him as they slowly and tenderly pulled each other apart. There in Jamie’s arms, Claire gave her heart to him, feeling that there was no safer place in the world for it to be stored.

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