#evy’s getting frisky

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings One Shot, Peter Does a “10 Things I Can’t Tour Without” for Buzzfeed

WORDS: 800

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS:

I’M ALIVE! I apologize for dropping off the face of the earth, but I was terribly sick with a severe case of bronchitis- so bad in fact, that I was hospitalized for six days while the doctors struggled to diagnose me with something. Anyways, I’m going to post one chapter a day from now on out- I’ve been spoiling you all with two, sometimes three chapters a day (really, what the heck was I even thinking) I’m slowing down uploading chapters due to a wide numbery of reasons, but don’t worry dear readers- I haven’t kicked the bucket just yet!

“Hey Buzzfeed, Peter Steele here, and I am doing ‘Ten Things I can’t Tour Without’.”

“Okay, so first off, I have my hoard of sobriety coins. I checked myself into rehab following my life changing heart attack at forty eight years young back in 2010. Reason being, as I’m sure many of you know, I received my first soulmark- a mermaid behind my ear. The very idea that I even had someone out there who was mine was more than enough for me to snap my life back into order. I did rehab, I did medication for my mental health, I did AA and NA… and now, I’m so happy that I did. So yeah, I have one month, six months, one year, five years, ten years, and everything else in between.”

 “Next, my vast vitamins collection. I take a handful of stuff every day, along with heavy medication for bipolar and depression, just to keep me alive for just a little bit longer. Going through TSA with these is always quiet fun. A couple of times, I’ll get someone who’ll stick one into their mouth to make sure that it’s not drugs or whatever.”

 “And I also have my trademark green shirts, which I’m not going to unfold my lovely wife’s hard work at squeezing everything into my tiny suitcase, but I will invite you in to take a look inside my suitcase and see my vast collection of green shirts that are in my procession.”

 “Alright, so now my distortion petal, which adds a really awesome sound to my bass whenever I’m onstage. This is one that I’ve been using for… six years, I think…? One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine… no, so sorry, nine years. Little buddy here is a good one.”

 “So next up, we have my guitar. I have an acoustic one that I keep in the tour bus, because my wife likes country music more so than what the band plays, and I live to please my woman. I keep my trademark green bass with the other equipment that goes with the band to wherever we’re performing next.”

 “Can I talk about condoms? Because I never go anywhere without these, they are really nice to have on hand for frisky times that crop up from time to time. Alright, moving on now.”

 “As I’m quite sure people know, my wife has twin nieces, Aria and Evie, who spend a lot of time with their ‘Auntie Mary Claire and Uncle Peter’. It’s literally the best feeling in the world, having little people who depend on you. So whenever I go on tour, they always send me letters and artwork that they made. Look at this one that Aria made of an elephant, isn’t it cool? And Evie made this one of a monkey. I guess you could say that I’m a family man at heart.”

 “My daughter, Elizabeth, made this bracelet for me, and I wear it everywhere. The first time I went through TSA security at an airport, the bracelet dinged the scanners so I had to take it off. Ever since then, I only remove it whenever I’m going through security scanners anywhere. Fun fact, but she and the twin are really close, so close in fact that they oftentimes refer to themselves as triplets.”

 “Whenever my woman can’t join me, I carry pictures of her, which I’m not showing you, they are for my eyes and my eyes alone.”

 “When my sweetheart can join me, I’m so happy.”

 “Peter, you’re such a dork.”

 “But I’m your dork, aren’t I?”

 “Yes, you are my dork.”

 “Now can I get a kiss, my woman?”

 “Anything for my husband.”

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#Type O Negative #Heavy metal #Peter Steele #FanFiction #Soulmate AU #Tattooed Wings #One Shot #Buzzfeed

[writingbakery]

⤿𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 💢

bakery special; tamaki has always been shy, quiet, reserved. sometimes however, you manage to pull a more.... primal part of him to light.

warnings; smut, lots of it. very little plot, breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex [wrap before u tap, angels!], possessive language

dessert pairing; tamaki amajiki x fem! reader

a/n; it was requested someone write tama+breeding kink, & who would i be if i didn’t indulge ?

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your back hits the mattress with more force than you’d been prepared for, the air rushing out of your lungs like a prayer — sometimes, you forget just how strong your pro hero boyfriend is, beneath the shy smiles & blushing cheeks.

tamaki’s eyes are dark, flooded with unspoken lust as he slowly advances towards you on the bed. slow, like a lion, circling a wounded gazelle before pouncing — you gasp as he hovers over you suddenly, attacking the sensitive skin of your neck with wet kisses & harsh bites.

it’s a sharp change from his usual careful demeanor, & you can’t help the giddy rush that slips through your stomach & straight to your slicking folds; it wasn’t easy to get tama like this, but you were well versed in the practice, & you almost always succeeded.

it starts with a t shirt — specifically, one of tamaki’s, preferably one of his looser ones so that it swamps your frame. his favorite pair of panties underneath, lacy and delicate and a light color, barely any fabric there to cover your ass. no bra, hair loose & eyes low, sultry in the way you sneak up on him in his office. “need anything?” you ask gently, hugging the doorframe with a smile, & you can see every nerve in his body light up instantly at the sight of you.

“i was thinking of stopping by mirio’s, he offered to help me with this one exercise i’ve been struggling with,” you add, the cherry on top of a tumbling tower of emotions that flip a switch inside of your normally gentle boyfriend. he’s not easily jealous, but the combination of your — lack of — clothing & his best friend’s name falling from your lips when you looked so ready to be fucked sends him up the wall.

he’s quick to stand & you’re quick to bolt, you laughter leading a trail for him to follow through your shared apartment. he catches you against the bedroom door, hands hauling you up by the thighs to press you up against it & kiss you senseless, nipping your lower lip to shove his tongue inside your sweet mouth.

now, he’s got you pinned, rocking his hips into yours as he kisses a wet trail down your neck; large hands slip under your - his - shirt to squeeze at your hips, pinching your ass to hear your squeals. he’s rougher, more demanding, & you know you’ll be littered with bruises head to toe once he’s finished.

his hands come together to pull your thighs apart, tugging your panties down with his teeth none too gently as he eyes your soaked cunt. you’re used to him being quiet, so his voice startles you just as much as his tongue does, pressing flat & wide against your swollen clit. “this is mine,” he snarls, low & firm, & all you can do is nod helplessly. he doesn’t like that, hiking your thighs up over his shoulders to bury his face into your wet heat. “i said,” he repeats, impatience laced into his tone as he presses a harsh kiss to your clit again, “this. is. mine.”

“it is, it’s yours tama,” you promise immediately, arching into the rough, languid strokes of his tongue; he had an absolutely sinful mouth, & he knew every little trick & tease to make your legs tremble. he’s quick to squeeze your thighs, coaxing his tongue inside your warm, velvet walls as his nose nudges your clit with every stroke.

you can barely keep yourself together, hands in his hair and tugging as he laps & sucks at your clit, determined to watch you cum with his head between your legs. his pace quickens with every whimper & whine from your lips, taking them as personal challenges — he wants to make you louder & louder, loud enough for everyone to hear & know exactly who you belonged to. one finger slowly curls inside you, then two as he traces his name over your clit, over and over until you’re seeing stars.

your orgasm washes over you like a storm, thighs trembling against his hands as he guides you through it, tongue lapping circles around your clit as you settle down into the mattress once more.

he wipes his face with the back of his hand, eyeing you hungrily as you shyly tug up your shirt; you know what that look means, & you’re quick to comply as you hold your legs up by the backs of your thighs.

he settles between them again with practised ease, yanking off his shirt & kicking off his sweats in the process. his boxers are tugged down last, the material straining & wet from his leaking cock as he strokes himself languidly. he takes your thighs in both hands, pushing them up higher as he allows you to guide his cock into your waiting, wet heat.

the first thrust always leaves you both breathless, you from the unimaginable stretch of his cock inside you, him from the way his cock fits so snugly inside your wet, velvety walls, like you were made just for him. tamaki recovers first this time, however, desperate to bury himself inside you over & over to stake his claim, & he sets a brutal pace.

“tell me, bunny. tell me exactly who you belong to, who gets to fuck you like this,” he demands, face buried in the hollow of your neck to bite and suck a mark right where everyone can see. his hips don’t slow, & you can barely focus on his words as you claw at his bare back. he tsks under his breath, letting go of one of your thighs to press a harsh slap to your ass.

“you’re not listening, bunny. are you a bad girl, thinking about someone else fucking you like this?” he warns, and you nearly sob from the feeling.

“nuh uh, no tama, only you, you get to -ah! fuck, only you get to fuck me,” you promise, moans bordering on a pleasured scream as he angles to hit that one spongy sweet spot inside you; muscle memory guides him to it over and over, sending you barreling towards another orgasm without preamble.

he doesn’t stop, not after you’ve come twice, three times; he’s determined to fuck you until you’re properly bred, dripping with his seed as he fucks it further and further into your needy cunt. it’s the ultimate form of possession in his mind; knocking you up with his child so that everyone knows exactly who you belong to, who’s fucking you raw and desperate every night.

his thrusts start getting sloppy, rougher and slower as your wet cunt swallows him in deeper and deeper. you can tell he’s close by the way his breathing shallows out, muttering absolute filth into your sweaty skin as he fucks you through another orgasm.

“that’s right bunny, cum, cum all over my cock like a good girl, and i’ll give you all my cum,” he promises, hips slamming into yours with renewed purpose. “gonna fuck you full bunny, gonna give you all my cum till you’re leaking, gonna knock you up until you’re big and swollen with my baby, fuck!” he’s hooking his arms around your thighs to draw you flush to his chest, cock pressing right up against your cervix he’s so deep, painting your walls with his cum as he fucks it into you slowly, carefully.

you know he won’t pull out for awhile, determined to keep his cum as far in you as he can, but he gently holds you close against him, the telltale flush rising to his cheeks, the tips of his ears. how he can go from the absolute animal he was just a moment ago, desperate to breed you full & proper, to the shy, embarrassed lover you now cover in sweet kisses is adorable, really.

“i think i’ve done enough exercise today, no need to go to mirio’s,” you tease, & he flushes even brighter.

“you did that on purpose, bunny,” he whines, but he doesn’t let you go, merely sinks into your kisses.

who could blame you, when it gave you sex like that? and who could blame you for cuddling him the rest of the afternoon, snuggled up to each other under the covers ? you were in love, & maybe a little sore.

no complaints here.

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[pastry taglist; @heroheads @kingtamakimurder @redbeanteax @secondhand-trash ]

#bnha x reader #bnha smut #tamaki x reader #tamaki smut #tamaki amajiki x reader #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #boku no hero fanfic #boku no hero smut #tamaki amajiki x you #tamaki amajiki x y/n #evywrites #bnha fanfiction #bnha fic #evy’s getting frisky

[disasterlibrarian]

It's not *that* spicy, but did Rick and Evy make it to their wedding night before gettin' frisky? If not, did they try to wait and get carried away, or did or just happen without any planning one way or another?

I think they probably tried to wait, yeah. Evy was never with anyone before Rick, mostly because she wasn't interested, but she'd also been raised to believe waiting until marriage was the proper thing to do. As for Rick, he was with other people before Evy and never cared much about propriety, but he wanted to do things the proper way with her because he loved her.

Did they actually wait, though? Nah. Evy's a lady and Rick's a gentleman, but they're both fiercely independent people who know what they want, and they became very close very fast. So I don't think they were engaged too long before gettin' frisky.

#ricochetoconnell #headcanon

[eva-novakov]

Don't worry, Evie! I remembered to take the jacket off before we got frisky, just like I promised ;) We'll be there in 3 hours I'll send a holo! Want me to get you anything???? Sorry I forgot to ask before, I was kinda in a rush :( - //L

Thankgoodness because I'm pretty sure this ship doesn't have dry cleaning 😉 Don't worry about bringing me anything Lu. Just have fun, you deserve it 💚

#luca moreno

[storiesungaa]

@shepherdprince​ sent unf ( jacob )

SEND “unf” TO PIN MY MUSE AGAINST THE WALL WITH desire

It isn’t easy to get the drop on Jacob. Maybe he hadn’t been paying attention, which is rather unusual for him, but he finds himself suddenly shoved against the wall before he can blink. Pinned with his arms above his head and a body against his and those eyes - those eyes give the other man away. Desire.

Lips curl up in a wicked grin, his own eyes alight with amusement. He can get down with this, he supposes. A little fun never hurt anyone, right? He’s got some time before he has to go eliminate their next target and Evie will get over it. She’s got her own boy toy, after all.

“Oi, mate, looks like someone’s a little frisky. How long have you been holding into this desire, huh? You just going to keep me pinned here or are you going to do something about it?”

#ASSKKSKSKS JACOB'S A LIL SHIT BUT I LOVE HIM #shepherdprince #jacob interactions #feel free to reply!

[devil-kindred]

OTP Questions Meme

Tagged by @chyrstis! Tagging: @nightwingshero @tommymillers @softmillers @tomexraider @vvitchofhemwick and anyone else who’d like to do this! (If you’ve already been tagged or don’t want to fill it out, no pressure!)

I could do this for any number of ships BUT since I need to get myself in gear to finish the right moment, why not fill it out for Sam and Evie? I might do another round of this with a twist for disconnect//reconnect, later.

DISAGREEMENTS

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Sam. They rarely argue but when they do, Sam is usually the louder one. Usually.

Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Neither. 

Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Neither!

Who trashes the house? They try to keep their place pretty neat, but Evie’s office always looks like a tornado went through it when she’s in the midst of a project.

Do either of them get physical? Absolutely not. Evie’s way of dealing with an argument that’s too heated is to shut herself away for a bit and take time to calm down. Sam prefers to talk it out immediately, however, so he’s always right on the other side of the door, ready to sort things out as soon as she emerges.

How often do they argue/disagree? Depends on the verse. In their canon, where they meet after the adventure with Nate, they argue very rarely. In the verse where she was in a relationship with Sam leading up to his days in Panama... well, that’s a slightly different story.

Who is the first to apologize? Both of them. It’s honestly a toss-up on who beats the other to it.

SEX

Who is on top? Sam usually takes the lead, but on occasion Evie’s more than willing to have a go.

Who is on the bottom? See above!

Who has the strangest desires? I think they’re fairly tame in their bedroom tastes. Nothing out there, really.

Any kinks? None really come to mind, except Sam preferring Evie to be very vocal. The louder the better except for that time they visited Nate and Elena at the beach house.

Who’s dominant in bed? They switch, but it’s usually Sam.

Is head ever in the equation? Sure is!

If so, who is better at performing it? Let’s just say Sam is a man of many, many talents.

Ever had sex in public? They once snuck off at one of Evie’s showcases and were one velvet curtain away from being caught in the act.

Who moans the most? Evie, and Sam’s damn proud he’s the cause.

Who leaves the most marks? Evie. Nails.

Who is the more experienced of the two? Sam has a lot of experience and it shows.

Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Both. If they’re in a hurry, fucking. If they’re both home with nowhere pressing to be, make love.

Rough or soft? Both.

How long do they usually last? About average time, unless they’re purposely dragging it out.

Is protection used? Evie’s not on birth control, but Sam uses condoms and that works fairly well for them.

Does it ever get boring? Not really. They’re always surprising one another somehow so they’re pretty spontaneous.

Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? They may or may not have uh... taken advantage of some alone time during a visit and gotten a little too frisky in the guest house laundry room. Cassie may have nearly caught them in the act because Nate sent her to find them, but they don’t talk about that.

FAMILY

Do they plan on having children/or have children? They have at least one child in their canon, a daughter named Elaine⏤ after Evie’s mother.

If so, how many children do they want/have? They want at least one, but will probably end up with three.

AFFECTION

Who likes to cuddle? Both, but Evie more so than Sam.

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Sam. He’s a notorious flirt.

Who struggles to keep their hands to themselves? Again, Sam.

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? If they’re snuggled up to each other, an eternity. If they’re laying in an odd way, then probably about an hour.

Who gives the most kisses? Evie! She always steals a kiss whenever she can.

What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Cuddling or just doing things together.

Where is their favourite place to cuddle? Their bed, but the couch is nice too.

How often do they get time to themselves? If Evie’s between shoots, often. 

SLEEPING

Who snores? Sam.

If both do, who snores the loudest? See above!

Do they share a bed or sleep separately? They share and rarely ever sleep apart if they’re both home. They have a tendency to follow one another if one of them can’t sleep.

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Oh they absolutely cozy up to each other. Even if they start off apart, they’ll always wake up tangled up in each other.

What do they wear to bed? For Evie, usually a big t-shirt and undies. Unless she’s trying to surprise Sam in which case it’s either a) very fancy lingerie or b) nothing at all. Sam usually wears boxers and occasionally a shirt.

Are either of them insomniacs? Nope!

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? No, though they would take them if necessary.

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Sam always winds up with an arm around Evie somehow or his hand on her hip.

Who wakes up with bed hair? Evie’s hair is a lot longer than Sam’s so while they technically both get bed hair, Evie’s is always worse.

Who wakes up first? Just depends on the day, really.

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Sam usually makes breakfast for Evie. She made breakfast for him once and they wound up with a very big mess and a lot of laundry.

What is their favourite sleeping position? Either Sam on his back with Evie tucked up against his side with her head on his chest or both of them on their sides with Evie as the little spoon.

Do they set an alarm each night? The rule is no alarm unless they have somewhere they have to be super early.

Can a television be found in their bedroom? Yes, there’s one across from the bed.

Who has nightmares?  Sam. The events of Libertalia still haunt him and he has the occasional nightmare about the time he, Chloe, and Nadine where left for dead in a flooding building.

Who has ridiculous dreams? Evie, but only when she’s pregnant.

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Sam.

Who makes the bed? Both of them, but the rule is whoever gets up last makes the bed.

What time is bed time? Honestly, whenever they fall into bed.

Any routines/rituals before bed? Evie always brushes her hair out before bed and answers work email.

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Neither.

WORK

Who is the busiest? It depends. If Evie’s got multiple locations to go to in one day then she is. When Sam’s still in the treasure hunting business, he’s about as busy as she is.

Who rakes in the highest income? It’s a toss up.

Are any of them unemployed? Once Sam retires from the treasure hunting business, he is.

Who takes the most sick days? Neither.

Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Sam.

Who sucks up to their boss? Neither.

What are their jobs? Evie is a photographer, Sam is a treasure hunter.

Who stresses the most? Both.

Do they enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Both enjoy their respective jobs, though Sam could do without being shot at when someone else wants the treasure.

Are they financially stable? Yup!

HOME

Who does the washing? Depends on who’s home.

Who takes out the trash? See above!

Who does the ironing? Sam.

Who does the cooking? Both of them, but usually Sam.

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? ... Evie.

Who is messier? Evie’s office is a disaster so definitely her.

Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Depends on who was home last.

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Evie.

Who forgets to flush the toilet? Neither.

Who is the prankster around the house? Sam.

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Evie. She’s not sure how she loses them when she leaves them in the same place all the time but somehow she does.

Who mows the lawn? Neither as they don’t have a lawn to mow.

Who answers the telephone? Both.

Who does the vacuuming? Evie.

Who does the groceries? Both.

Who takes the longest to shower? Evie, but only because someone (Sam) has a tendency to join her and then things ensue and they have to shower all over again.

MISCELLANEOUS

Is money a problem? Nope!

How many cars do they own? Two cars plus a motorcycle.

Do they own their home or do they rent? They rent an apartment in New Orleans.

Do they live in the city or in the country? In the city.

Do they enjoy their surroundings? More or less, though Sam sometimes wishes he lived closer to his family.

What’s their song? World In My Eyes - Depeche Mode. It’s where I got their ship name from.

What do they do when they’re away from each other? Work and think about their other half.

Where did they first meet? Sam recruited Evie to do some surveillance under the guise of just wanting some shots of a temple. In true fashion, things quickly escalated.

Who spends the most money when out shopping? Sam, he likes to spoil Evie whenever he can.

Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Neither.

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over themselves? Sam, though he always makes sure she’s ok.

Any mental issues? Nope.

Who’s terrified of bugs? Evie hates spiders with a passion.

Who kills the spiders around the house? Sam, though Evie will fling shoes from a safe distance.

Their favourite place? Their apartment, or wherever the other is.

Who pays the bills? Both.

Do they have any fears for their future? Until Sam quits the treasure hunting business, Evie’s worried he won’t come back one day from a job and that Sully will bring her the letter she’s been warned about. Sam worries that Evie will get tired of him and leave.

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Sam.

Who’s the tallest? Evie’s only a little over five foot so Sam has the height advantage.

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Sam.

Who wanders around in their underwear? Both.

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Evie for sure.

What do they tease each other about? Naughty things, and it’s usually Sam.

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Neither.

Who crushed first? It was mutual, but Evie’ll admit it sooner than he will.

Any alcohol or substance related problems? Nope!

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Sam, usually after Nate’s visited, and always going on about how much he loves his girlfriend/wife (depending on where you are in their canon).

Who swears the most? Evie. Sam thinks it’s hilarious.

#otp meme #oc: evie crane #ship: world in my eyes #evie crane x sam drake

[omgtheywerebodymates]

Chapter: 6

Evie is confronted by the press regarding her relationship to the Lethal Predator. Meanwhile, Venom gets a bit frisky.

#venom #venom fanfiction #fanfiction #ao3 #symbrock #venom AU #gender bend Eddie au

[allsoundsasscreed]

Grunting Compilation Playlist

Note: This list is not complete.

Alexios

Connor

Evie Frye

Ezio Auditore (ACR)

Jacob Frye

Kassandra

Shay Cormac

Y’all gonna get this blog banned for being too frisky one day.

(Check this tag for other playlists)

#allsoundsasscreed #playlist #request #Assassin's Creed Odyssey #Assassin's Creed 3 #Assassin's Creed Syndicate #Assassin's Creed Revelations #Assassin's Creed Rogue

[magicalflow]

Collected all drafts for here and on Evie. And I have 15ish I think? I gotta do a second sweep and make sure I DIDN’T miss anything but that should be the final count for the moment. lol. I’m in a relatively good mood though, and am in a much better head space than I have been for the past few days, but I don’t KNOW if I’ll get much writing done tonight? Maybe a draft or two here and there if I am feeling frisky lol, but I think I just need a NIGHT to myself <3 Laptop is still open and I have my phone if anyone wants to chat or plot or something, but I am not going to add any stress to myself for the moment <3333

#✨ ;; ooc. [mun speaking] ❞ #am planning on moving back in with my parents in about a month #its cheaper rent #and i get away from my roomies annoying fiancee #dont tell him i said that lol he loves me #but damn he needs to chill XD #and while I don't LOVE the idea of moving back home #it will be good to rest and recharge #plus my job is closer to out there than anything else #but catch me binge watching my shows still for the night <3 love you!!!

[skarletterambles]

Mummy re-(re-re-re-)watch blog

Because sometimes self-care is rewatching your favorite movie for the first time in many years, I’m currently enjoying The Mummy (1999) on a nice big flat screen TV and eating pizza.  Life is good.

Random thoughts typed while watching (so expect typos) below...

[Disclaimers:  Obviously, this post contains massive spoilers for a 20-year-old movie, if anyone actually needs to be told that.  There are spoilers for The Mummy Returns, as well.  Also, I’m an unapologetic Imhotep fangirl so don’t expect me to talk about him like he’s some kind of villain.  That’s just silly!  Ahem.  I have the hots for Rick and Ardeth, too, though, so the drool will be spread out a bit.]

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Imhotep’s priests really got the raw end of the deal.  They were just there to watch the door and make sure nobody interrupted their boss’ booty call, and they ended up witnessing regicide and then getting mummified alive.  Dang.

I bet the noise of the battle with all those horses and guns above him irritated Imhotep.  No wonder he sent sand jets up to scare away Rick and the others.  Damn kids, get off my lawn--er, necropolis!

Honestly, the havoc Evy wreaked on her library only made it look slightly worse than my workplace this summer.  :p  At least she didn’t have to worry about DVD shelving...  [Only I get this reference, but trust me, to me it’s hilarious, in a “if I don’t laugh I’ll cry” kind of way.]

Rick is damn good-looking when he’s all bedraggled and beat up, and even better looking when he cleans up.  The look on Evy’s face when she sees him after a haircut and a change of clothes, well... Same, girl.  Same.

Beni is one of my favorite comic relief characters of all time.

The Med-Jai wouldn’t have threatened Evy on the boat if they knew she was the reincarnation of their long-dead boss’ daughter.  I’m picturing Seti in the afterlife facepalming...

I had forgotten how hostile and scary the Med-Jai were at first.

It’s amazing how much of the dialogue comes back to me, though.  Even throwaway background lines like Jonathan complaining about the price of the camels.

Evy’s sheer joy over everything camel-related is so freaking adorable.

That first chitter of scarab beetles...my least favorite part of the movie.  Heh.

I can just imagine Imhotep in his sarcophagus, feeling the first hint of movement around him in over 3,000 years, and then freaking out as his sarcophagus falls through the ceiling and goes THUMP on the ground.  And then there’s screaming and everyone leaves.  He’d be like, WTF?

“He must have been someone of great importance...or someone who did something very naughty.”  Both correct, Evy...

It’s so not fair that Ardeth can be that drop-dead sexy-looking and have such a sexy voice.

And here’s that “I...AM A LIBRARIAN!” line that everyone in my line of work loves so much.  Heehee...

Mummy:  *bursts out of sarcophagus* Evy:  “Gah, I hate it when these things do that!” LMAO

Of course Imhotep scratched “Death is only the beginning” into the inside of his sarcophagus lid like a bored emo kid in study hall.

“If you dry that fella out you might be able to sell ‘im for firewood!”  As I’m sure the writers knew, they actually did burn mummies to fuel trains back in less enlightened times.  And grind them up for medicine and paint and all kinds of stupid, disrespectful things.

I love how they refer to Imhotep as “our friend” and “our guy” when they’re discussing how horrible his curse was.  That sympathy fades quickly enough once they meet him, though.

“Probably got a little too frisky with the Pharaoh’s daughter.”  No, Rick, that’s you.  Bwahahahaha!

“No harm ever came from reading a book.”  Evy, you’re a librarian.  You should know better.

Poor Imhotep must have been so stiff after not moving for a few thousand years. I bet he had to do some stretches before he went looking for people to drain life force from.

Forecast for today:  mostly sunny with a 90% chance of locust plague.

Gotta love Imhotep’s one-track mind.  Woke up for the first time in 3k years, just regained sight and speech, and the first freaking thing he does is assume the first woman he sees is Anck-su-Namun.  Because of course he does.

I wonder if Ardeth got any backlash from the rest of the Med-Jai for giving the interlopers a chance to leave Hamunaptra.  If he had just slaughtered them all the previous night, none of this mess would have happened.

“He will never eat.  He will never sleep.  He will never stop.”  Awwwwwyeah.

Because he looks so rotted, Imhotep looks threatening as he slowly advances on Beni, but if he was fully regenerated I bet his expression would have been confused and even slightly amused at Beni’s religious roulette, something along the lines of “WTF is this idiot doing?”

Imhotep, did you really need to wear a mask to meet a blind guy?  (I know, I know, he needed the disguise to get through the hotel, but it’s still funny.)

He was even polite enough to thank Evy for saving him from undeath.  What a nice mummy!

Med-Jai discussing Imhotep and Anck-su-Nam:  “Even after 3,000 years, he’s still in love with her.” Evy:  “Well, that’s all very romantic, but...” Me:  “Yes.  Yes it is.  Shut up.”

“You came back from the desert with a new friend, didn’t you, Beni?”  One of my all-time favorite lines, and one I randomly quoted to my late goldfish, Benny, many times over the years.  LOL

Couldn’t Beni have found some better clothes for Imhotep to wear?  Those ragged robes make him look like a beggar.  Although considering he was running around in nothing but a few wisps of rotten bandages before, they couldn’t afford to be choosy.

The casual way Imhotep chews that scarab beetle that crawled into his mouth is such a power move.  LMAO

The longing in his voice as he whispers Anck-su-Namun’s name almost makes up for the fact that he kissed Evy right afterward.  I know you’re impatient to get your girlfriend back, man, but control yourself.  :p

Another classic bit: Evy, trying to translate hieroglyphics:  “Patience is a virtue!” Rick, looking at incoming torch-bearing mob:  “Not right now it isn’t!”

The crowds chanting “Im-ho-tep” are so iconic, and the way they part to let him pass gives me shivers.

“It’s the creature!”  Thanks for the reminder, as he’s now fully regenerated and looking damn fine.

OMG that little smirk Imhotep gives to Rick as he turns to walk away with Evy...  Imhotep isn’t stupid.  He can see Rick’s in love with her.

Ardeth wearing that flight cap and goggles, grinning as he rides on the plane’s wing, is the funniest damn thing in the movie.  It’s such a departure from his usual demeanor, which is what makes it work so well from a comedic perspective.

Why did Imhotep stop the sand vortex so far from Hamunaptra?  He could have deposited himself, Beni, and Evy on the doorstep, but instead he stopped on the other end of the valley.  I mean, sure, it gives plenty of room for the famous sand wall attack scene, but it was still weird.

Evy:  “Stop it!  You’ll kill them!” Beni:  “That’s the idea.” Well...YEAH!

Beni to Imhotep:  “I loved the, uh, sand wall trick, it was beautiful.  Bastard.”  That’s funny enough, and then you remember that Imhotep doesn’t understand English, and it’s even funnier.  Stop trying to brown-nose a man who doesn’t speak your language, Beni!

The whole Winston subplot always seemed so pointless.  Just deus ex machina to get the airplane in there.  Honestly, that’s my only complaint about the movie.

Yeah, Imhotep, you had better bow back when your newly-risen priests bow to you.  You owe them big time after the shitstorm you dragged them into.

OMG Ardeth is even more gorgeous in the glow of gold artifacts.  Heehee...

And then some of Imhotep’s priests barely rise from the ground before being mowed down by machine gun fire.  Damn, they get the short end of the stick every time, don’t they?

One second I’m like, “Oh hai Anck.  You need to moisturize better, lawl,” and then the next Imhotep strokes her face with such tenderness and whispers her name and I’m like, “Awwwww!”  That’s what’s so much fun about these movies.  There’s the silly, campy fun intertwined with actually poignant, emotional moments, in perfect balance.

I just noticed that Anck-Su-Namun’s reaction to being resurrected both in the prologue and later as a mummy was the same gasp and fluttering of her hands over her collarbone.  Neat detail.

There’s this little glimmer of “Whoa, cool, I did that!” sometimes when Imhotep uses his powers.  It’s adorable.  (Yes, I just called an undead plague-bringer summoning mummified soldiers to kill his enemies “adorable.”  I warned you in the disclaimer.)

I love how Anck-su-Namun’s first response when waking up was to try to beat the crap out of Evelyn/Nefertiri.  Old habits die hard, y’know.  She was probably disappointed that her opponent didn’t remember the old ways of combat...yet.

I hate that poor Imhotep had to watch the love of his life be killed in silhouette twice.

And again he promises, “Death is only the beginning.”

Then it’s time for one last moment of Ardeth being hot beyond all reason, some Rick and Evy kisses, Jonathan getting a face full of camel breath, and a happy ending for at least those four characters.  ;)

The end...for now!

#the mummy

[writingbakery]

⤿𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐩 🔞

bakery special; spitting hc’s , specifically mouth spitting for atsumu, tendou, & ushijima

warnings; spit kink, nsfw, semi public/public suggestiveness, jealousy, D/s dynamics, daddy kink

a/n; an excuse to indulge myself in some kink, tbh !

⋆⋅☆ the most likely to be public about spitting in your mouth; atsumu is absolutely shameless

⋆⋅☆ can & will use your flusteredness against you, if you give him an inch he’ll take a mile

⋆⋅☆ “oh baby, are you shy?” paired with his signature smirk, not a care to who’s watching as he tilts your chin up with a finger

⋆⋅☆ prepare to be told to open that “pretty, slutty little mouth” in front of anyone atsumu thinks is getting too close; it’s his way of staking his claim over you

────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────

“why don’t you introduce me to your new friend, sweetheart?” atsumu’s tone is deceptively sweet, but the dominant edge to his words is a sign; he’s jealous, territorial over you as he stares down at the now-quivering volleyball player who’d approached you in the gym. the pro teams occasionally shared a gym, & while he trusted you to take care of yourself when he invited you to watch practice, he didn’t like the filthy way this man was looking at you.

“atsumu—“ he tsked at your words, & you know you’ve fucked up already. “that’s not my name, now is it? be good & tell him.” the man looked torn between absolute fear & slight interest; atsumu tended to have that effect on people.

“daddy, this is.... i don’t know. he just came up to me while i waited for you,” you said softly, & you’re rewarded with a rough, wet kiss. “there you go, angel. open.” he locks eyes with the man as you do as you’re told, making sure to keep the eye contact as he spits directly into your mouth. “in case you needed a reminder. now kindly fuck off.” the man obeys instantly, scrambling to escape atsumu’s wrath, & you giggle just a bit at the panic in his steps.

“don’t think i forgot about you, sweetheart. we’re going home, so i can properly remind you who you belong to.”

⋆⋅☆ tendou is another shameless one, perfectly willing to show everyone how obedient you are to him; he lives for the adrenaline rush of almost being caught, however

⋆⋅☆ he’ll drag you around the corner, just barely hidden from everyone as he tugs your face up to face him

⋆⋅☆ “aren’t you nervous, angel — anyone could see just how easy you are for me, my slutty little baby,” he’ll coo, loving how you squirm & whine

⋆⋅☆ anything could set him off — the way you’re smiling, the sway of your hips as you walk, the way someone turns their head to watch you walk. whatever it is, prepare to be teased till you’re teary eyed

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“satori, what are we—“ your words are silenced by his darkening expression, caged against the wall by tendou’s taller frame. he had that smile on, the one that sends shivers up your spine; something had set him off, & you already know what’s coming.

“aren’t you just so sweet, baby? everybody’s always got their eye on you, even when we’re just walking down the street. are you a slut, angel? is my innocent little one so slutty, everyone has to stop and stare?” his words send heat pooling low in your stomach, already flushed as you do your best to deny it. “quiet. good little angels don’t talk when i’m talking. open your fucking mouth. “

you obey immediately, making sure you open nice and wide; tendou still digs his fingers into your mouth to open it wider, loving the way your eyes well up at his roughness. he knows you like it, and he’s slow with his movements as he lazily spits into your mouth. “now swallow like a good little pet, & maybe i’ll take care of you when we get home.”

you listen, like always; it’s what he loves about you. he’s quick to hurry you home after, to make good on his promise.

⋆⋅☆ ushijima is least likely to do things in public. he’s a bit more reserved, & his overall size means that keeping you quiet is near impossible. he prefers to hear you anyways, & he’s possessive; only he’s allowed to know what you sound like all desperate and whiny

⋆⋅☆ however, if you rile him up enough, tease & flirt & talk too long with some of his teammates, he won’t be able to hold himself back

⋆⋅☆ “is this what you wanted? are you that fucking needy?” with his hand around your throat, after pulling you to a secluded area

⋆⋅☆ he’ll make sure you’re twice as needy for him when he’s through, he wants to hear you beg for working him up

────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────

“wakatoshi ! we left everybody at the party— oh,” you whine, gasping as your broad shouldered boyfriend presses you up against the locked bathroom door. you can see it in his eyes, he’s pissed; your little show on the dance floor hadn’t gone unnoticed.

you’d just wanted his attention, & you certainly were going to get it. one hand wraps around your throat, a warning squeeze keeping you in place. “you are so. fucking. desperate. you couldn’t wait an hour or two until we were home, you had to be a little showoff whore, getting everyone’s attention because you couldn’t have mine?” his tone is rough, a little mean, keeping you pinned as his other hand pushes your mouth open. “you’re going to sit here and take all my spit, & you’re gonna hold it until i say you can swallow. that’ll keep your pretty whore mouth shut, won’t it baby?”

his thick fingers keep your mouth open as he spits into it, three or four times to make it harder for you. you’re whining through it, although you know better than to disobey as you keep his spit in your mouth. “now behave. keep your mouth closed, don’t swallow, & i’ll give you what you want when we get home. another hour, alright angel?”

disobedience isn’t an option, but you know wakatoshi will give in after half an hour and take you home to fuck you senseless into the mattress, just how you like.

#haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #tendou x reader #ushijima x reader #haikyuu smut #hq ushijima #hq tendou #hq atsumu #hq!! x reader #hq!! smut #evywrites #evy’s getting frisky #ushijima x you #atsumu x y/n #tendou x you

[hgconfessional]

Surprises from monster bash?

 “Let me break down some of the events we’ve had:

I hear Dorian lost his virginity! It’s about damn time. @doriancarterwate @leemanfred

Then, of course, we have the witchy mischief of Avery and Imogen which brought the whole damn event to a screeching halt. @imogenmastrano @avery-carterwate

Word on the street is Dash and Evie were getting hot and heavy on the dance floor @dashhastings @evieducasse

Callie came to the rescue of Maddy @calliehastings @madelinexholt

Caleb wolfed out on Issy @calebxhunter @isabellecresswell

Adam and Lola having a less than fun reunion @adam-haley @lola-cortez

Callie running into a blast from her past Roman and that really didn’t look like it went well @calliehastings @romanhunt

Nik and Ally getting frisky @nicholasxadler @allycatobrien

Emma Sawyer caught get way wide, that girl sure does know how to have a good time when she’s off the clock @emmasawyer 

Probably so much more that I missed so if you’ve got the dirt, send it my way.”

#Anonymous

[simonxriley]

⭐ for all your oc's

Thank you!!!

For every "★" I get, I will post a fact about my characters

Skylar - She takes day trips with Grace whenever possible. Just the two of them, doing whatever it is that Grace wants to do. It’s a nice day away from all the ruckus at home and it’s good bonding time. It’s something they do at least 3 times a month. 

Liz - Her and Ghost get quite frisky on base and have been caught by Price each time. They made it into a little game between themselves, ‘how many places can we fuck on base and have Price accidentally walk in on us’. It usually ends with them being yelled at by Price and the one time Liz asked if he wanted to join. 

Riley - As much as she loves Ulman and the life they have built for each other, deep down she will always want Hunter. Wondering what exactly happened to him and if he’s even alive. She just wants closer.

Evie - She still has nightmares from her first half-breed attack. She thought she killed them all and as soon as she radioed Grayson, another one attacked, slicing her back pretty well. Now she has the scars to prove it, thankfully she doesn’t have to see them to reminded of that day all the time. 

Kenadee - It took her 6 years to start dating after the death of her husband. She couldn’t stand the thought of it and in a way she thought it would disrespect him and she didn’t know how her daughter would react to it either. If it wasn’t for the blind date Midas set up for her, she might not have taken the leap. And she couldn’t be happier with how much Holt and her daughter get along. 

#gear-redfield #i love doing these #oc skylar jackson #oc liz walker #oc riley sanders #oc evie hazelton #oc kenadee taylor

[rikuaxel10]

Jacob Frye x male!OC Drabble

Inspired by a couple of asks I asked from @blindgeishateahouse​

Asks used: http://blindgeishateahouse.tumblr.com/post/154870129298/what-would-evie-do-if-she-got-her-brother-and-his

(my asks) http://blindgeishateahouse.tumblr.com/post/154345150293/for-the-xmas-thing-hope-its-not-too-bad-could

http://blindgeishateahouse.tumblr.com/post/154865162853/how-do-you-think-evie-would-react-to-walking-in-on

Word Count: 2457

Warnings: Smut. 18+. NSFW. Male on male action.

Justin Read is my Syndicate OC used in this. You can see an idea of his design here(drawn as a fox though because I can’t human) : http://fluff-of-the-furries.tumblr.com/post/151780755845/i-attempted-to-disney-90-sure-i-failed-at-it

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I hated this. I hated him for being able to make me bend to his will like this. I was an Assassin for fucks sake!...But I couldn’t help but love him.

I had met Jacob Frye and his twin sister Evie Frye when I was ordered to go to London and bring them back to Crawley. Being the son of a Councilman, it was my duty to uphold the Creed with every fiber of my being. But at 19 years old, I had other thoughts. I found the twins in London and joined them in their cause because well...my father never told me they had to be brought home right away.

Working with the two of them was great and I loved them both dearly. But there was just something about Jacob that drew me to him. I never told him until Roth came around. I went with Jacob that night to the theatre and watched as it went up in flames. As Jacob went to deal with Roth, I helped the citizens out.

Jacob was distraught after that night. And when I took him to my home at my sisters’ brothel(I still don’t know how they manage to own one. Sneaky devils they are), I was the one person there for him. Comforting him. And I told him I loved him.

It was then that we decided to hide our relationship from the world, even Evie and Henry. We shared a few quick kisses here and there when we could, and we were around each other more often; it didn’t take a genius to put two and two together. At least Evie didn’t take long to find out. I had heard Evie tease Jacob like we once did about her and Henry whenever I left the room. I found it funny how flustered Jacob would get and quickly deny everything, but I didn’t mind the teasing.

Jacob had always been the more adventurous one of us. I prefered to keep our affections within the brothel where we could play it off as the drink controlling us, or in Jacob’s room very late at night when everyone was asleep, while Jacob did like to try and do a few things out in public in dark alleys or his train car when we had a moment alone.

It was midday and most of everyone was out on the streets, making the train relatively quiet. Of course knowing Jacob, he wanted to disturb the silence with a little fun.

Jacob had me knelt down on my knees, pulling his cock loose from his pants and putting the tip to my lips. His hand cradled my head, his fingers running through my hair as he urged me on, slipping more of his length in my mouth as my saliva wet him to make him easily slide within my mouth.

“Atta’ boy...just like that…” Jacob groaned, his head tilting back as his eyes closed, lost in the pleasure I was giving him. I ran my tongue along his head a few times before taking most of him back in, my tongue continuing to run along the underside of him. As time went on, I felt his hips start to move as the grip on my head grew tighter. Jacob’s other hand came up and began moving me to his own pace, how he wanted it; not that I minded. I could ignore the discomfort that my jaw was feeling if it continued to let me hear Jacob’s wonderful groans and breathless moans. It was only when Jacob uttered a curse under his breath that he pulled me away, only to use his own hand to finish himself off over my face with quick and hot spurts of cum. He fell back against his loveseat and panted, eyes closed and oblivious to what was around him.

I sat back on my haunches and pulled a handkerchief from my coat before something caught my eye. I glanced at the doorway to the train car, and a quick glimpse of a familiar coat and cape made me realize that someone had been watching us.

“Ah...sorry, love…” I hear from Jacob as he takes the semi-damp handkerchief from my hand and finishes cleaning off my face. I simply lean up and kiss him deeply. I would take care of our little spy another time.

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“Evie, do you have a moment?” I ask, coming into Jacob’s car where the Templar target board was.

“What do you need?” she asks, not stopping her reading. I move and sit down on the loveseat behind her.

“You saw me and Jacob the other day, didn’t you?” I say; right to the point. I can see her tense for a moment.

“I see you two every day, what event are you talking about?” she responds.

“Something you shouldn’t have seen,” I merely state.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Really Evie? Is that why you won’t even look at me on this couch?”

I got her there. She stands up straight and looks over her shoulder. I can see a dark blush on her face.

“...Does Jacob know?” she asks. I shake my head.

“No. And he won’t know. I won’t tell him,” I say, “but you have to promise me to keep it a secret from anyone else.”

“Justin, you know it’s forbidden for two men to be together like that,” she tells me. I shrug and tell her the brothel’s seem to be fine with it.

“Evie…” I start, standing up and getting closer to her, “I love your brother. I know this is dangerous for the both of us but we’re happy. You have Henry and we have each other-”

“But you’re an Assassin! And the son of one of the Council members! What would your father think?” she interrupts.

“I don’t care what my father would think Evie! He doesn’t even have to know,” I retort. The train car grows silent for a moment before Evie speaks again.

“I want Jacob to be happy...but I’m going to worry for him because of it. I’m going to worry for the both of you,” she tells me, “but I will keep it a secret. I promise you that.” I smile and pull her in for a hug, thanking her. She pats my back twice before letting me go so I could leave.

“Oh and uh, Evie? Please do be more decent with Mr. Green than me and Jacob are,” I tell her with a laugh as I close the door, leaving her blushing for more than one reason this time.

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Time had passed since that conversation and Evie had walked in on us a few times when Jacob decided to get frisky with me and pin me to the couch and let his hands roam while he kissed me. She had told Jacob of her worries for us and after a long talk with us(Henry joined in as well, best not leave him out of it), we all had felt better about the situation. Though that didn’t stop Evie from teasing us about it in private.

When Christmas Eve came around, I had begun to worry. While I was busy with my Assassin duties I never thought of what to get Jacob. Henry and Evie were all done but I had no clue as to what to give Jacob. And who better to ask than his own sister?

When I asked her for her advice, the look the woman gave me sent a chill up my spine. She told me she had the perfect idea and that she would help me with it when the sun began to set in Jacob’s car. Evie came in with a long and thick red ribbon and I had to ask what it was for.

“You,” she merely said.

I will tell you, Evie was a strong woman when she wanted to be. She had me pinned and undressed from my waist down, leaving me in my white button-up shirt that hung loosely on my shoulders from it being left open in the front. I could do nothing but sit on the loveseat and wait for my lover to come back since my hands were bound with the red ribbon in an intricate manner. I will admit though, as much as I fought Evie on it, I was excited to see how Jacob would react to it.

When night fell, I eagerly waited for Jacob; luckily he didn’t keep me waiting for long. I heard him drop on top of the train car before a soft thud sounded as he climbed down. All the windows were drawn shut so no one could see in, and when Jacob appeared inside his room, he exhaled loudly, taking his top hat off of his head before his eyes reached mine.

“Hello...What’s all this then?” I hear him say, a smirk spread across his face. I must have been a sight to him, sitting here, leaning back on his couch, shirt undone to show off my toned chest and abs, my legs spread comfortably to keep my balance from the rocking yet showing off the “goods,” and my bound hands resting on my thighs.

He stepped closer to me and leaned down, a hand coming to my thigh to steady me as I unknowingly shifted in my seat as his lips came down upon mine. It was gentle and I kissed him back, wanting more when he broke away.

“All of this, for me?” he asked, brushing away my shirt some more to reveal more skin to him. I swear his smirk grew wider when he gave a small tug on the ribbon and it didn’t come loose.

“Binding yourself for me like this...how kind of you, love,” he tells me and I watch him as he moves to his knees, “makes this much easier…”

I was about to ask him what, but his hand went right to my length, gripping it in a firm and warm hold as a whine erupted from my throat as he worked the sensitive area. One hand worked my member, the other teased my stomach and the curls of hair at the base of my length, and back up to my chest where his hand would run over a nipple and his thumb would play with it for a moment before returning to its original path.

I felt myself growing more excited at his touch and I leaned my head back and closed my eyes as a soft sigh escaped my lips. Jacob’s lips brushed against my chest and slowly went down until I felt him get closer to my growing length; and then he pulled away. I whimpered when he did so.

Jacob leaned back and gave me a small grin. His thumb came up and ran across the slit of my erection, rolling the escaping sticky, clear liquid over my tip. I whined in anticipation once more, wanting him to stop teasing me and get on with what he was going to do.

“Someone’s excited,” he chuckles before he leans down and takes the tip of my manhood into his mouth. It seemed almost too easy; Jacob suckled upon the tip for a moment before suddenly his nose was buried in the curls at the base of my cock. I moaned out his name louder than I meant to, and the mischievous gaze he gave me while still sucking on me damn near made me lose my mind. He swallowed and his throat tightened harshly around my length had made my moans even louder. My hands went to Jacob’s hair, my fingers digging into his locks as that was all I could hold on to as he steadied himself on my thighs so I wouldn’t gag him with my movements.

Jacob swallowed a few more times before he came back up, almost gasping for air. My length was twitching a little as I tried to hold back from cumming right away. Jacob sat down beside me once he caught his breath and began undoing his pants and sliding out of his jacket. He moved towards the edge so he could have some sort of balance, and he tugged me over to him. I straddled his lap, feeling his hardened cock poking in between my cheeks.

“Hold on to me,” he tells me, having my bound arms wrap around his neck as one hand came to my hips, the other guided his erection to my entrance and he slipped inside. I grimaced a little, having not been prepared but I wanted this bad enough that I could ignore the discomfort. I sat there for a moment, letting myself adjust to his thick cock. When I felt Jacob shift a little and touch somewhere inside me, I couldn’t help but give a little groan. Jacob’s hips began moving into mine, his length stretching me out as he thrusted inside me.

I moaned Jacob’s name again and he leaned me back a little as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was harsh and before I knew it our tongues were battling one another in order to try and taste one another. My hands gripped his shoulders and my nails would dig into his back whenever he would give a rough thrust.

Jacob’s name fell from my lips like a chant as I felt closer to my release. The Assassin steadied me with one hand on my back as his other hand began pumping my erection. Jacob always had loved making me cum first, he always said I felt amazing when I did. After a moment, I hit my release. My nails raked up Jacob’s back which brought him to his own. His hips would falter here and there as “I love you” fell from his lips multiple times until his thrusts stopped.

Breathless, I lay against Jacob’s chest while we both tried to catch our breath. With a small movement, I slipped him out from me as his organ began to soften. His arms held me close to him as I snuggled up into his neck, a common thing I would do after something like this. Jacob’s finger pulled my chin up to him and he pressed one loving kiss on my lips.

“Enjoy your Christmas present?” I asked.

“Oh I did. But I’m not done with it yet,” he says, “I have all night to fully enjoy it.”

“You have the rest of our lives to fully enjoy it,” I tell him.

“I plan to.”

#Assassins Creed Syndicate #Jacob Frye x male! OC #OC

[writingbakery]

⤿𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

bakery special; kuroo has a way of making love like none other. you’re lucky enough to experience it, slow and careful like a symphony.

dessert pairing; kuroo tetsuro x fem! reader

warnings; smut, poetic language, heavy musical metaphors

a/n; an excuse to write fluffy poetic porn at two am. i hope you enjoy ♡

pastry taglist; @animefandomally @beatific-drabbles @dadchis-girl

sex with kuroo tetsuro is like a symphony.

it starts slow, delicate, the gentle brush of his hands along the ridges of your spine like piano keys — each touch measured & weighed against the tenseness of your muscles, the roll of your shoulders. he always starts at your shoulders, tiptoeing down your back like he’s playing scales, warming up to the opening of your orchestra.

his lips brush over every inch of your heated skin, marking claims for the world to see; the delicate, bruising marks hum like flutes, gentle yet present. the warm wet of his mouth makes you arch just so, your body following along with his melody in near perfect harmony.

he likes to press you flush to the mattress, back cushioned by the softness of blankets — his princess deserves nothing less than the utmost comfort, especially when he’s in such moods, determined to make your body sing for him. his hands trail down plush thighs, spreading and holding them apart despite your shyness; the racing of your heart sets the tempo as he soaks in your wetness, your clenching heat.

two fingers ensure your velvet walls are properly stretched for him, your moans adding sweet falsetto to his steady pace. his lips find your swollen clit all too easily, determined to watch you reach a rushing crescendo — one of many in this rising symphony. he coaxes you up, up, fingers working faster & faster to watch you come undone for him, crashing drums & frenzied violins.

gentle kisses trail up your quivering thighs, past your pretty stomach & staccato-rising chest to finally meet your panting lips, easing you back into an easy rhythym of fluted tenderness. his hands grip the backs of your legs to hoist them around his waist, hips kissing where they meet like cymbals.

slowly, carefully, he eases his cock inside you, lips never leaving yours as he allows you to adjust; your trembling legs are a steady backdrop of clarinets, rising and falling with your pleasure. he waits for your wide eyes and pouted lips, your fingers pressing sharp treble lines into his shoulders, before he allows himself to change tempo once more.

his thrusts are careful, steady, yet deeper than you’re ever prepared for, his cock fit so snugly inside like you were made for him — and he tells you so between groaning breaths, a perfect harmony to your pleading moans. slowly, with every sweet shudder & whispered whine, the tempo changes, his hips snapping up to meet yours at a quickening pace — one that had your thighs squeezing his waist, & your hands tangled in his hair.

every measured thrust brought you higher and higher, a flurry of cellos & trumpets singing your lover’s name as you soared to yet another thundering crescendo. one hand slips between your aching legs to rub circles into your clit; his lips find your ear easily, a whispered accompaniment of “cum, cum my love, show me how good you feel,” sending you tumbling over the edge in a startling crash of violins.

his hips slow, gently coaxing you down from your frenzied high as you sink boneless into the pillows. his lips trail down the sweat-slick skin of your neck, your breasts, sucking a gentle mark into the tender skin. the sudden rock of his hips into your aching cunt has you gasping, & he smirks with unbridled amusement.

“oh my pretty little love, i’m not finished with you yet. that was only act one. shall we continue?”

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[writingbakery]

“so hard to ignore ya’ [‘specially when im smoking, swim]”

title & slight inspiration from swim, by chase atlantic. a very nasty lil threeway i’ve reworked to fit new characters, enjoy ✨ taglist; @lady-bakuhoe @katsukisprincess @burnedbyshoto @redbeanteax @theleaningtowerofpizazz @mothwithteeth @bakugou-katsukisgf @lordexplosionsextra @deadassqueeraf 

[pairing; katsuki bakugou x fem!reader x eijiro kirishima]

[warnings; mentions of drugs & alcohol, rough sex, threesome, degrading language, shotgunning, semi-public sex, car sex, everyone is sober enough to consent]

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you’ve always been a handful.

insatiable, unstoppable, over energetic with a refractory period so short it almost hurt & a smile that made everyone weak in the knees.

a handful.

you’re a shameless flirt, all sultry glances & hooded eyes to whoever managed to pique your interest. you’re a bar fairy to the tips of your toes, flitting from spot to spot with a mouthful of cheap liquor & a goal in mind; someone to take home.

most of your little conquests end up being one night stands, something you’re not ashamed of; you like sex, & sex likes you. you’re young, pretty, & having fun, nothing wrong with that. but most of your chosen partners don’t last more than a night, don’t have the drive nor the stamina to keep up with you, & it’s starting to wear a little on your resolve.

you’re not expecting to marry any of your little trysts, obviously not, but having them stick around for more than a great night & a sloppy morning handjob would be nice. still, you think, it could be worse.

you could be stuck in a dry spell.

you make your way over to one of your favorites, the infinity lounge & bar, to try your luck for the night; you know you’re gonna score, but you like to make a game of it.

tonight’s objective is clear, even with the two quick vodka shots & half drunk beer in your system - you’ve always been good about holding your liquor. you’re gonna find the hottest guy in here, & you’re gonna fuck his brains out.

simple.

there’s rules to the game, still. you can’t make it too easy, or too hard. the game’s no fun if you win too fast, & it’s no fun with blue balls.

you scan the surrounding crowd, eyes jumping from face to face. rule number one; not too much bigger than you. you prefer lean, corded strength, the hidden challenge of drawing that roughness out of them. it’s also just safer, makes it easier to escape an… unpleasant situation.

rule number two; not too shitfaced. you were a firm believer in consent, no matter what, & you definitely don’t want to clean puke out of your more tender areas - one awful night had confirmed that it wasn’t a good feeling.

rule number three; no experiments. stick to the comfort zone, the things you like. waking up regretful is never the goal.

your eyes rest on a tattooed, tanned shoulder; trailing up to a cut jaw, a sunshine smile, & a face that could melt stone, even with the piercings poking through his nose, lip & eyebrow. a perfect combination of sexy & sweetheart. you smirk.

objective spotted.

you slip through the crowd like water, fluidly weaving between sweaty, moving bodies until you’re right in front of mr. sunshine-and-tattoos, smile soft & demure.

“hi!” you call, stand on tiptoe to be heard over the music & bless him, sunshine just wraps an arm around your waist, pulls you in gently to be able to hear you. you bite your lip, eyes softened just so as you ask the taller man to dance, & you can see it in the appreciative look you get in kind, the simple, smiling nod.

you’ve got him wrapped around your little finger already, & you haven’t even started.

turning so that you’re flush against the other’s solid chest, you wiggle a little, half to adjust & half to tease, before letting the music overtake you. sunshine brings large, warm hands to rest on the bare skin at your waist, & he smirks at nothing in particular.

and then you start dancing.

you know these particular ripped jeans are serving you well, ass cupped tight & snug by the fabric & the fishnets underneath give you a little edge. the cropped shirt you’d tied just above your belly button exposes soft skin that sunshine seems to love having his hands on, & you thank whatever god might be listening for body shimmer lotion, the tops of your breasts glimmering in the low bar light.

you look delicious. sunshine definitely wants to eat you.

you start off slow, don’t wanna overdo it: grinding is an art form, & you are a master. you push back in time with the bass, hips swaying just so, & sunshine’s grip tightens.

perfect.

using that as a green light, you bend, ass up perfectly against the others crotch as you sway & grind to the music. sunshine is appreciative, keeps you close & tugs you up by the hips after a few heady minutes. he's got his lips just under your ear, pressing little hot, open mouthed kisses to the skin there & you simply lean back, expose more & more skin to be kissed.

it’s like the entirety of the dance floor has slimmed down to just the two of you, hot & heavy & just fucking right & all you can feel are hands on your waist & lips on your skin, the music pouring through every inch of you. it’s addictive, hooking.

perfect.

the song melts into another, then another, until your skin glistens with sweat & you can feel sunshine’s hardness pressed up against the curve of your ass. you take a breath, steady yourself before pulling away, lacing your fingers in the taller man’s & leading him away from the noisy crowd.

“i’m [[y/n],” you finally say, a satisfied little smirk on your lips. sunshine’s passed all the tests so far, & you’re eager to take him home.

“i’m kirishima, kirishima eijiro, & i really, really wanna smoke you out,” the other replies, a lazy smile mirroring yours & it makes you a little weak in the knees.

just a little. not that you’d tell him that.

instead, you cock his head, the portrait of innocence at eijiro’s remark. “oh really? you got a good dealer?” you ask coyly, & usually you don’t smoke with strangers, but you’re feeling a little adventurous tonight.

“the best,” eijiro promises, his smile growing ever wider. “he’s a friend of mine.”

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eijiro’s dealer friend ends up being in the lot just behind the club, finishing up a quick exchange & you let the taller man lead the way. in the glint of the moonlight you admire him properly, eye the lean muscles of his arms through his sleeveless tank & the dark swirls of ink decorating them. you’re too busy watching the way his lip piercing reflects the sheen of the streetlights to realize you’ve stopped walking, picture it catching along your clit—

you pull yourself out of those thoughts. not yet.

the game’s still going.

you’ve got the upper hand right now, have the whole night & you trail a slim hand up eijiro’s spine, feel him shiver at the touch. you like winning.

and then eijiro’s dealer steps out of the car, & you stop breathing for a second.

if eijiro is sunshine & sex, this man is downright sin.

broody looking & angry, he’s dressed a little more polished than eijiro, a leather jacket accompanied by ripped black jeans & a matching t-shirt. even with all the clothes, you can see the beginnings of colorful tattoos at his neck, dipping past the collar of his shirt & sprawling over his large hands.

beside him, eijiro smirks. you pull yourself together.

“katsuki!” eijiro cheers, slinging an arm around the other’s neck. the slightly shorter, yet broader man just scowls playfully, shoving off his arm & rolling his eyes.

“you saw me this morning, eiji, fuck off,” he says good naturedly, before his eyes drift over to you. “new friend?”

“of sorts,” eijiro smirks, slips a hand in your back pocket & you’ve got the presence of mind to blush a little, play it coy. katsuki just smirks, expression mirroring eijiro’s before he opens the back door to his truck - nice & roomy, you think - & waves a hand.

“in that case, mind if i join? i’ve got the good shit, & it’s on me,” he offers, & the innuendo just brings more heat to your face. you’re a little out of your element, a little off-balance; you can handle two men just fine, but two men this ungodly handsome is a little overwhelming.

still, the thought of fucking the both of them high, in the back of a truck, is the culmination of several of your wet dreams, & you easily follow eijiro inside.

the seats are plush leather, wide & spacious & you find yourself right between them, eijiro’s hand on your thigh & katsuki’s leg against your own. you watch as katsuki deftly rolls two neat, fat blunts, the smell of the weed strong in the air.

eijiro gets the first hit, the easy flick of a lighter filling the backseat with hazy smoke & you’re in awe at the way his cheeks hollow out, accentuating his already sharp jawline. he slips it to you next, holds it to your mouth & finally, you think, a little smirk hovering at the corners of your mouth. you can get a leg up.

pouting your lips out just so, you take the blunt between them easily, hollow out your cheeks as you suck in the smoke & you know you look a sight, cheeks a little flushed, hair swept over your forehead & your mouth pouted over the blunt so pretty. you lean back when you exhale, send a few even smoke rings up & you’ve got their full attention now, katsuki’s hand slipping up your leg to rest on your other thigh.

katsuki takes the blunt next, eyes never leaving eijiro’s as he inhales & it’s like some silent sort of agreement, some unspoken deal. you repress the shiver you get when eijiro smiles down at you, a little predatory, a little hungry.

they finish the first blunt with nothing more than a few lingering stares, eijiro & katsuki never moving their hands from your thighs & you’re already feeling floaty, a little loose, but still coherent.

katsuki sparks up the second blunt but pauses before he passes it to you, cups your jaw in one hand gently to tilt your head up. “inhale & hold it, baby,” he murmurs, but his voice is firm & low; it isn’t a question.

you do as you’re told, suck in the smoke & keep your mouth closed as katsuki turns your head towards eijiro with the same hand, gentle but firm. “hold it in baby, that’s right. give it to eijiro, like a good girl,” he says, right in your ear & you nearly whine at the proximity. you press your mouth to eiji’s without questioning, let the taller lick into your mouth easily & suck all the smoke from you with another small whine. your cheeks are flushed when eijiro pulls away to blow it out, lips pouted in the foggy interior.

katsuki smirks.

“what, baby? not enough for you? come here,” & he’s taking a slow drag off the blunt before tugging you closer, slotting your mouths together & breathing in the smoke. you can barely focus on exhaling, mouth turning up into another pout as katsuki pulls away & you whine again, high & needy in the back of your throat. eijiro slips his arms around your waist then, pulls you back into his lap & leans against the door of the truck to mouth at your neck softly.

“tell us what you want, baby,” he mumbles into your heated skin, katsuki watching you both. he’s got his hands on your thighs while eijiro slips cool fingers under your shirt, flicking over your nipples through your mesh bra to make you whine again.

“want you, both of you,” you whine out, back arching at eijiro teasing touch, & katsuki snaps.

pushing forward to crowd you against eijiro’s chest, katsuki kisses you hard, lips pressed together like he can’t get enough of you. one hand rests at the back of your neck, forcing your head up to lick into your mouth easily, eijiro nipping & sucking down the length of your throat to make you whine into katsuki’s mouth. you’re trapped between them, rutting your hips up against katsuki’s & back into eijiro’s lap as you kiss, sloppy & heady & wet.

eijiro lets you rut between them for a little, lets you work yourself up until you’re whining & whimpering against katsuki’s lips, silently asking for more. he presses down on your waist with one hand, the other deftly undoing the button of your jeans. katsuki pulls off of your mouth just long enough to help eijiro wiggle your jeans down, a low growl building in his throat at the sight of you on eijiro’s lap in just fishnets, no panties.

“naughty, aren’t we? someone wanted to get fucked tonight,” katsuki hums, pressing lightly against your already soaked cunt with the palm of his hand, chasing down your moans with his mouth once more. “prep her,” he tells eijiro over the top of your head, tossing him a little bottle of lube from the glove compartment before kissing him, a little wet & messy before kissing you again.

eijiro slicks his fingers up, traces around your swollen clit once, twice before pressing inside you with his middle finger, groaning low at the feeling of your tight heat around him. “next time i’m eating you out,” he swears under his breath, & katsuki mumbles his agreement as he swallows your moans & whimpers, tongue licking into your mouth relentlessly.

you like the sound of a “next time”, moan a little louder into katsuki’s mouth as you fumble with his jeans & he takes pity on you, helps you kick them down so you can palm at his cock, hard & heavy in his boxers. “i wanna fuck her first,” he tells eijiro, voice rough as you squeeze his cock in one hand & you whine at that, like that they're talking about you like you’re not there.

“gonna fuck her loose & sloppy for me?” eijiro teases, pressing in a second finger just to hear you moan, & katsuki grins.

“of course, eiji,” he smirks, leans over you to kiss him again, making you whine between them.

“what, baby? you not getting enough attention? you've got your hands on my cock & eijiro’s fingers inside you, don’t be greedy,” katsuki chastises & you just whine, hot & needy.

eijiro’s got three fingers pressed inside you by the time katsuki’s rolled on a condom, kicking off his jeans & slicking himself up. he’s got the hem of his shirt caught between his teeth, eyes dark with want & you arch in pleasure, eijiro’s fingers just barely brushing against your sweet spot as he scissors you open. you’re so gone you can barely register yourself begging, a steady stream of “please please please” slipping past your lips as eijiro pulls out his fingers, shifting you lower on his lap to help katsuki line up with your slick hole.

katsuki’s big, cock long & thick & wet with lube as he pushes in, slowly sinking into you with a low groan. eijiro kisses him over your shoulder, rubs gentle circles into your hips to ease you both into it, little whines filling the smoky air.

katsuki’s patient though, alternates between kissing eijiro & whispering praises into your ear - “doing so well for me, sweetheart, taking me so well, such a good girl” - until you’re ready for katsuki to move, pushing back against his cock with another needy whimper. katsuki’s hips don’t slow after that, slamming into you so forcefully the car shakes, windows fogged & steamy.

he’s cursing & moaning under his breath, hips slapping against the fat of your ass with every thrust & eijiro’s got his hands all over your body, caressing your nipples, toying with your clit, pinching your hips. he’s muttering a steady stream of praise in your ear, mouthing kisses along your flushed skin - “you’re taking katsuki’s cock so well, princess, gonna come? come on katsuki’s cock, sweetheart, so i can fuck you” - & you’re barely holding on, nails digging into katsuki’s clothed back & messy whimpers escaping you with every thrust.

katsuki stops, pushes your legs up close to your chest & thrusts hard, cock hitting your sweet spot head on & you keen, eyes rolling back in your head as you come all over his cock, legs twitching as katsuki fucks into you harder. your walls clench up as you cum & you milks katsuki’s cock, whine into his mouth as he kisses you & his hips still, stuttering into you as he comes in the condom. eijiro kisses katsuki through it, peppers little bites onto your shoulder until katsuki’s pulling out, tying off the condom & pulling you against his chest to let eijiro sit up.

they switch positions easily, you on katsuki’s chest as he leans against the door & eijiro kneeling between your spread legs, hands massaging your ass cheeks gently. “think you can take me, baby? not too sore?” eijiro checks, & it makes something inside you go warm, a little soft. you nod quickly, turning so that you can kiss eijiro over your shoulder. “want you too,” you whine, wiggling your ass for extra emphasis, & eijiro just laughs as he tugs open his jeans.

katsuki kisses you softly when eijiro pushes in, keeps your legs spread for him to make the press in easier. it stings a little, your body over-sensitive but you like it, kissing katsuki until eijiro’s fully inside. you push back against him almost immediately, whimpering a little against katsuki’s lips until eijiro starts fucking you in earnest, hands tight on your hips.

if katsuki was quiet when you fucked, low moans & growls, then eijiro is mouthy. he doesn’t stop praising you, keeps pressing kisses to your sweaty skin & whispering “good girl, such a good girl, so pretty like this baby, fucked open on my cock” & it only makes your orgasm build faster. the familiar tightness pools in your stomach, makes your whines even more desperate & katsuki’s pressing kisses wherever he can reach, eyes stuck on where eijiro’s cock keeps disappearing inside you.

it’s all too much & not enough at once, & you’re whimpering once, twice, three times before you come all over eijiro’s cock & katsuki, slumped over the other man’s body as eijiro keeps fucking you. it doesn’t take the taller much longer to come, the tight heat of your walls & the breathy, whiny little moans sending him right over the edge as he spills into the condom.

you’re boneless, fucked into a soft sort of haziness & there’s tears in your eyes - good ones, definitely good ones - as the pair of them sit you up, wiping you down & cooing in your ear about how good you were, how pretty & perfect. they pull your jeans back on, tuck your shirt down before pulling their own pants back on. katsuki is the first to speak, voice low & soft.

“you guys wanna get milkshakes? there’s a 24 hour diner around the block,” he asks, & you can see the hint of a blush on his cheeks, a little shyness to his smile like he wasn’t fucking you senseless twenty minutes prior.

eijiro stretches behind you, the bright smile back full force on his face. “i’m down, i’ll pay. since you so generously smoked us out for free,” he smirks, & you can’t help your giggle.

“let’s do it,” you find himself agreeing, a smile of your own creeping onto your lips, & they both smile back at you, a mess of limbs & sweaty bodies on cool leather.

this definitely wasn’t how you saw your night going, you think as you all squeeze into a booth at the diner ten minutes later, katsuki by the window with an arm around your waist, eijiro at the end doing the same. they squish you in between them, kiss at your flushed cheeks & coo over you as they flick through a menu & yeah, you really didn’t see this coming.

i definitely won, you think smugly when eijiro feeds you the cherry off his shake, katsuki darting forward to lick the whipped cream off your lips.

definitely.

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