#i cant draw plaid

[luck-of-the-drawings]

been followin slimes POV of the qsmp since it started but mMY GOOOODDDDD i never expected to fall so in love with it... I LOVE THE TRADGEDY OF A COMEDIC CHARACTER! so funny so silly, who could ever take him seriously? when the reaction to grief can be so overblown and strange, its hard not to laugh! because wheres the line, really? we're just here to have fun! i look forward to the day this guy snaps! its gonna be REALLY FUNNY i tell ya hwat!!!

(CREDIT TO A COMIC I REFERENCED UNDER THE CUT)

something about this comic makes me so so emotional, and its so well framed. to discover something by the end of a comic, to follow the same line of thought as a character within a drawing, to either come to the same conclusion, or the dramatic irony of figuring it out first. it was made by the talented Lynda Barry, and she has a wonderful shop here https://drawnandquarterly.com/books/greatest-marlys/

#q!slimecicle #qsmp #qsmp fanart #qsmp slimecicle #NOT MY FIRST TIME DRAWIN SLIMECICLE BUT ITS DEF BEEN A WHHHIILE. THIS IS HOWEVER MY FIRST TIME DRAWIN THE OTHERS #LIKE ive never drawn philza or cellbit or pol or bbh before. i looked up MINIMAL refs and went off their minecraft skins. hope yall like em #FUN FACTS! i gave q!slime the green flannel (but the green plaid is silent) bc of katastrophics design for him #he also has the 3 hearts n the Bra'ad sash bc OFFCCC u just cant see that gay lil bag here #maybe one day ill draw a qslime with more detail #IN OTHER NEWS ! this series fascinates me SOOO MUCH! THE FEDS AND THE CODES N THE EGGS AND WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAANN??? #I HAVVEEE theories abt juanaflippa. SPOILER WARNING IG BUT IM ABT TO RAAAAMBLE!! #SO this totally isnt flippa right. like this is someone else. this is one of the code beasts piloting either a costume or a corpse #BOTH INTRIGUE ME. but nonetheless. this thing is NEW and it is LEARNING and it LOVES ITS DAD #ITS NOT FLIPPA BUT OHH HOW NICE IT IS TO BE FLIPPA! TO BE FED AND HUGGED AND LOVED SO SO SO MUCH #AND YET SOMETHING IS SO TERRIBLY WRONG. SOMETHING IS BLEEDING OUT AND INFECTING THE AIR AND SOIL AND SPACE #AND ITS HURTING CODEFLIPPAS DAD! ITS TURNING HIM INTO SOMETHING ELS.E. HE DOESNT CARE BUT CERTAINLY SOMEONE ELSE DOES #MAYBE THE PEOPLE AROUND HIM. BUT MOST CERTAINLY IT MUST BE EATING AT THIS POOR LITTLE CODE #THIS POISONOUS LITTLE THING. THIS DISEASE. THIS VIRUS. IT JUST WANTS TO BE HELD A LITTLE LONGER. BUT AT WHAT COST?

[jmkho]

#gvf #greta van fleet #danny gvf #daniel gvf #gvf danny #danny wagner #daniel wagner #doodles #lmaooooooo #Now small fake hands i can drae any other kind NOPE #Also pretend that is a plaid shirt please #cant draw he looks blazeddddddd

[heather-garland]

finally

@everye 's alessa grady au OWNS MY ENTIRE BEATING HEART

and of course the inevitable and highly paradoxical alessa grady + heather garland + laura pendleton crossover

#silent hill #silent hill fanart #silent hill origins #alessa gillespie #travis grady #alessa grady au #heather garland au #i say heheheh but actually i have fallen and cannot get up #bro i had so much trouble colouring that truck #and you may ask yourself why alessa has so many different outfits and the answer is i couldnt decide which colour of plaid was best #see i told you i would make fanart and it only took uh 3 weeks teehee #also i know it doesnt make sense in the au but i gotta make older laura have a little bit of influence from elle. thinking about that #okay next shattered memories fanart at like. some point in the future #ROTATES alessa grady in my mind #i have art block i say. DRAWS ANYWAY #tag of torture #i AM on a sh found family au kick now though. expect fic and art #everye thank you for being my inspiration... now my art tag will be wholesome and not projectingmyissuesontolisagarlanddrawingnumber981.png #not that i cant. do both i guess UM

[partyhorn]

this guy + also a dog loosely based off a childhood toy I had

[siramory]

doodles

#willtumbr let me post this? lets find out ! #my ocs #my art #evagria reveal btw #“you cant keep naming ur ocs after coheed lore” shoves my finger in your face yes i can #also idk if u xan tell but i do not take my time on plaid. its soothinf to draw but not soothing eno ugh to take 2 hours on jt. make sense ?

[abbyhaslongshorts]

Did someone ask for a sketch of a sleepy, bruised, morning Murdock wearing nothing but plaid pants tucked into his socks while drinking coffee??? No? Well, here you go anyway...

#i had this amazing vision of matt murdock and i had to stop everything to draw it #not the greatest drawer but i needed to put my vision in paper #i cant draw feet #domestic matt murdock #he just looks so sleepy and cuddly and bruised #i want to fuck him #the mug is a little hint at the red thread #matt murdock #domestic!matt #manwhore plaid pants #human disaster matt murdock #daredevil #sketch

[skitskatdacat63]

[LOUD EXPLOSION SOUNDS] hi how do i give you my firstborn. your art of nayq seb is INCREDIBLE. THANK YOU SO MUCH? ‼️⁉️ i'm literally shaking like..... what the fuck....... you were inspired enough by my word vomit to create ART??????? actual living legend. i cannot thank you enough ! !

can i add a link to your post in the fic? jumping around the room like i need to show Everybody i've ever known that nayq seb exists visually rn jdknfkjdnfjkgn but also i understand if you don't want to bc of privacy reasons and whatnot!

many many thanks again 🖤🙏

-user mwebber

AAAAAAAHHHHHH IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE THEM 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 YOUR TAGS ARE GONNA MAKE ME CRY 😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I SWEAR IM GONNA LIKE PRINT THEM OUT!!!!!! TY FOR ALL THE COMPLIMENTS 🥹🥹🥹🥹

I'm glad you liked the little Chapter 2 sweater Seb!! That was the last thing I drew, because I couldn't stop thinking about him in Mark's oversized sweater(also conveniently hiding the plaid I didn't wanna draw again), and of course I had to add cat ears 🤭 It's fun to draw the chibis because I scribble that kind of thing every day so I dont have to think too much lolol, I wish I could've drawn more little direct references!

I couldn't help but have Seb show a little bit of midriff in the Chp 1 drawing, this is incredibly specific but, there's that vid of him from Australia 2011 with the sheep, right? And when he's bending over, his shirt is riding up and the top of his boxers are poking out, and that's been stuck in my head for weeks, so I absolutely had to include that(especially since he always wore such baggy pants) I agree with NAYQ!Mark calling them the ugliest shorts ever, I had a bunch of ref pics of his real-life shorts and I'm just like god...you're so right...who let him wear those so often...

With that Chp 3 one, I have to say, even though I've now drawn it, I still can't stop envisioning his outfit as this outfit from that one post-2010 press conference:

I'd hopefully like to draw nayq!Mark at some point? I just haven't drawn men in so long.....but like I said in the tags, it's a lot easier to draw when there's descriptions available!!! Because I tend to deliberate so much over drawing, but your writing inspired me so much!!

Sorry for the huge response AAAHHHH I just wanted to give a little insight to my inspos 🤭 Also of course you can link my post, I would be so honored!!!!! And now I will go back to my cave, and patiently await Martian Monday again hahaha

#BUT I CANNOT UNDERSTATE HOW MUCH YOUR TAGS MEAN TO ME 💕💕💕 #i got really anxious over posting these bcs ive never rly done anything like this #but im so glad you like them!!!! they were a lot a lot of fun to draw!!! #it was fun to have paragraphs from the fic as ref but also be able to look through my horrendous amnt of seb pics for further ref #ive had that 2010 press conference pic saved for so long atp but even looking at it now makes me so deranged #i went to pull it up for this post and now i cant stop staring at their hands again.... #omg i didnt even realize that seb is wearing yellow boxers in that aus 2011...i drew him in yellow boxers...gg catie from last night #i think my fav drawing ended up being the plaid shorts one bcs the the outfit worked out quite well! #but bee boxer seb is <3 thats one of the main reasons i drew these actually bcs the bee boxers haunted my brain #fought myself to not add cat ears to literally every single drawing i tried to contain myself to only the chibis #catie.asks.

[angelboybreakdowns]

so. elbow hurts less but my arm is like. seizing up. not sure whether thats a bad thing rn but idc im gonna just. write i guess

#i WANT to draw or whittle or mend a plaid shirt but. you know. cant

[dearinglovebot]

cant stop thinking about that one scene in the featurette. she’s so perfect 

#claire dearing #jurassic park #jurassic world dominion #blanket is now red because i cant draw plaid

[deanswhiskey]

𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲 - 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

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summary; it’s deans birthday!!

wc; 844

warnings; just fluff

authors note; real short but just something short for my man’s birthday 🤭

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“mm, good morning, birthday boy,” you woke dean up by kissing all over his face.

a smile spread on deans face when he felt your gentle lips pepper kisses on him. his hands instinctively moved to hold your waist that was straddled on him. “is this my birthday present?” he asked with a raspy voice and a smirk on his face.

“later,” you just whispered in his ear. dean frowned slightly; he loves morning sex. he groans in response.

you sit up, still straddling his lap. deans eyes finally open and see the beautiful sight before him. the hands that were resting on your waist now moved to a more comfortable position on your thigh; rubbing small circles with his index fingers.

“i’ve got a surprise for you out in the kitchen,” you softly smiled drawing shapes on his chest.

“a surprise? really?”

“mhm, but you have to put pants on and behave,” you nod.

confusion struck deans face, “behave?”

“yep, now come on,” you hurry him.

dean groans as he stands up and makes his way to his dresser, pulling out a pair of blue plaid pj pants. “can’t we just stay here and, you know, fool around,” he whines then smirks. his hands snake around waist and his face buried in your neck. he kisses your neck gently; a breath of satisfaction left your lips as your head leans back, letting him have more access to your neck.

“dean,” you draw out, “we have to go, your surprise is waiting.”

he squeezes your hips one time before pulling away, “okay,” he draws out.

you grab his hand and drag him as you make your way to the kitchen. the two of you had been giggling about something only you two would giggle about as you walked into the kitchen.

“surprise!!” many voices shouted as you entered.

dean jumped back a bit. when he came to it, he noticed his brother, cass, jack, jody, and bobby all there with silly little party hats on. “oh my god, i don’t even know what to say,” his hand laid on his chest. he turned to you, “did you do all this?”

“yep,” you smiled.

dean looked around at everything. there was a cake made by you, a birthday banner, a small pile of presents, everything a typical birthday party had. and a giant pile of pancakes for everyone.

dean was so moved by this; he never had any of this growing up. “i cant believe it, thank you so much,” he pulled you in for a quick kiss and a longing hug. he almost wanted to cry at the thought of all this.

he pulled away and the party began.

everyone had gotten a couple pancakes and ate around the dining table. you all reminisced on memories with your mouths full. laughing so hard you could choke on the pancake bits.

the group of you had moved to the kitchen for the cake. a few candles decorated the cake as the room was dark, only lit by the candles. everyone sang a somewhat harmonious version of the happy birthday song and dean stood right in front of the cake. he had his arm wrapped around your waist pulling you in tight.

he soon blew out the candles and everyone dug in, “what’d you wish for?” you asked him quietly as everyone else was talking and eating.

“i’ve already got everything i wished for,” he smiled sweetly before he leaned in to kiss you.

later on, you all gathered in the living room to open presents. the few he got, he was more than grateful. he never really got presents growing up so he was very excited.

he got a homemade picture frame from jack of you and dean, a couple flannels from sam, whiskey from bobby and jody, and cass gave him a small honey jar he gathered himself along with a new board game for family game night. dean gave out many ‘thank you’s’ before the rest on the day danced away.

the two of you bid your good nights and made your way back to your shared room. you brushed your teeth, showered, and got into your pajamas.

the bathroom light cut off as the two of you made your way into the bedroom. dean turns to face you before you made it to the bed, “thank you for the best birthday ever, baby,” he leans over to kiss you.

“anything for you, handsome,” you return the kiss. your hand moved to cup his face.

deans head tilts, deepening the kiss. “so,” he pulls away, “can i get that birthday present you were talking about this morning?” he says with a smirk.

“mmm, i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you pretended.

“mhm, sure,” dean nodded sarcastically.

you just shrugged in response.

“oh now you’re gettin’ it,” he playfully says lifting and throwing you on the bed. you just giggled in response. he kisses all over you causing a fit of giggles, music to his ears.

this day couldn’t have gone any better.

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#spn #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fic #supernatural fluff #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester fic #supernatural imagine

[the-dragon-girl-27]

In my previous post i talked about how I have a lotta scrapped MV ideas, well may as well dump some designs i've made based on songs over the years because like I probably wouldn't post these otherwize

also heres a few nice picture of miku from one of em to make you click on this post because its gunna be a long one and all these are hidden below a read more

for the record don't expect me to do anything with any of these, also these are from old to new some of these date back to early 2022 and it shows

This one i posted a storyboard for actually its An Aliens I Love You by Utsu-P.

I gave young Rin a sakura motif with her dress because of miku and rin meeting under a sakura tree, teen miku has a pink ribbion and hairclip to continue this. both rins bow and mikus outfit get darker outfits overtime to sybolize the song getting darker. I also gave adult rin the future rin hair. Miku's "alien" form is more or less how its described in the song tho i was lazy and didn't draw the 4 arms in the refs.

also Lily is Rins mom in this yup there she is indeed.

I actually have a lot of assets finished including the ones above i may show em off one day who knows.

This one is Stained Nocturne by Toa i actually did finish this one

the grey one is when they talk about being colorless

i gave them both very cute and elegent outfits i think it matches the vibe of the song. The starry outfits are the real highlight. if you wonder how I drew em over and over i just copy pasted the stars on their dresses.

they also are very blue because yknow nocturne. I forgot if i dumped the assets for this MV or not maybe next rant post.

This one is Corona by Utsu-P no idea why i did it its probably not even in my top 20 Utsu-P songs i just had some brainworms that wore off. I finished like a minute of it I guess.

I really like rin's outfit. "goth metal astronaut" is such a weirdly specific concept but she absolutley nailed it. 10/10 desin

This one is Garando by Picon. I gave her a like idk what to call it paperboy outfit like the one you see in the MV a few times. her eyes are yellow like bullets because I had this one S teir visual idea. I have some assets for this one i may show off one day.

i also considered doin the sekai ver i really like garando if u cant tell lol

This one is Happy Haloween by Junky another one i finished

Rins is just from the OG mv the rest are themed around the characters

Minori is a dark angel because tenshi no clover is themed around... a normal angel

haruka has candy and a penguin mask because thats her thing

airi is a vampire cuz she has fangs

shizuku is a witch because of her cast a spell on you outfit

This one is NEXT NEST by Satsuki Ga Tenkomori. The cubes are from the original MV image thing. I gave her a super cybernetic look to match the song vibe. I also gave her a plaid skirt to match miku's concept desin because this song is like sorta miku becoming sentient or smth idk been a while since i read the lyrics.

another S teir design. also zamn this ref goes hard lol.

This one is Bluff Liar by EZFG. VY1 doesn't really have a desin so I went with this based on the semi official one (we dont speak of her new official one also i drew this long before that regardless lol) I have a shitty animatic thats 80% stick figures for this. never posted it tho.

tbh i put the file to this ref on an external hard drive cuz this whole video killed my storage because i actually finished it so i yeeted all th assets off my computer as soon as i was finished so i just dowloaded the little thing of assets from this post

not much goin on its kinda just normal ol luka lol

This is Black Hole Artist by utsu-P. its not in project sekai and never will be but it reminded me of Ena so I had this idea. not much to say, I have a few assets for this but nothing really finished.

Another VY1 EZFG song, IDK what my plan was for drawing this over and over. also pretty asthetic ref lol. not much to say i don't draw very cyberish designs so its fun

this is just concept art. this is Roless Weapon by Neru and Inubakumori. yeah those two colabed you wouldnt know cuz this song has no MV. IDK what my plan for this was tbh but like when else would i show this off.

From here on its just concepts lol. this is Atari Front Program by Utsu-P... god how many Utsu songs is this lol

S teir desin i love miniskirt plus pants combo idk its just a vibe.

this drawing sucks lol. this is Live by Mizuno Atsu. Long haired kafu is cute I have better drawings of this in my sketchbook somewhere I think. I might revisit this it would be very simple and cute.

also weirdly my fav part of this aside from her hair is her shoes.

anyway Kafu needs more outfits for songs tbh theres like 3 kafu songs where she has a unique outfit

actually i lied about only having doodles, this is Where Shall We Go by Mellowclle

already made a post bout this

this is my most recent. I sketched this after finishing this art of this song. It is Memento Mori by Buriru

I love this song the creator said its supposed to sound like a mecha anime opening so i went with that vibe. teto looks great, miku doesn't. Teto doesn't really have a counterpart so I assigned miku as her girlfriend lol.

sadly I cannot draw robots so idk what my plan was tho i have a cool visual for the end in my head.

anyway thats everything I could find. does anyone give a crap? probably not but hey character design is fun and i love messing around.

anyway fun trivia more songs i have video ideas for i won't make: Poster Girls Prank - Utsu-P (but with MMJ project sekai)

Stella - Jin

Paranoia - Mezame-P

and probably more i'm forgetting lmfao

#vocaloid #hatsune miku #kagamine rin #kagamine len #megurine luka #lily vocaloid #vy1 #kaai yuki #kafu #kasane teto #hanasato minori #kiritani haruka #momoi airi #hinomori shizuku #shinonome ena #akiyama mizuki #utsu p #project sekai #doodle #maybe i should make a ref tag one day #i probably forgot to tag something #long ass rant #character design

[libraryofantiquitea]

𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞.

pairing: jake "hangman" seresin x civilian female reader

summary: you and jake go out for a drink after meeting at the hard deck the night before. you aren't at the bar for long.

warnings: explicit, minors do not interact! it's smut - just pure smut. cursing, grinding, groping, unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, hand job, face sitting, dirty talk, and jake's ego.

word count: 4.8k

author's notes: this is my first contribution to the top gun fandom and i'm so excited! special thanks to @wildbornsiren for the set of eyes and just in general, since she's the reason i'm here. thank you for sending me pictures of glen powell until i ultimately caved.

and so much love to my fellow fightertown gals for being so supportive and welcoming!

title lovingly stolen from minus the bear’s “my time.”

likes / comments / reblogs are very much appreciated! thank you for reading! ♥

next: pt. ii | tokyo summer

You worried that the two of you wouldn’t make it back to your place, despite it not being that long of a walk from the cocktail bar to your house. When you had said that what you needed was for Jake to take you home, he’d stood up like a shot, pulling his wallet out of his pocket and throwing probably too many bills onto the table before grabbing you by the wrist and helping you up from your chair.

He wasn’t rough with you, but you wanted him to be.

It occurred to you as the two of you walked back to your place, only periodically speaking as a manner by which to distract yourselves from the fact that you so desperately wanted to misbehave, that you hadn’t even kissed. Aside from Jake kissing you on the cheek the night before, your affections had been expressed through touch alone. Which made you even more desperate to kiss him.

The streets back to your home were relatively quiet, which would’ve made for the perfect opportunity to duck behind a tree or into the space between two buildings and make out like sex crazed and starved teenagers. But all that transpired on your brisk walk was Jake pulling you against him, and you inhaled sharply. He seemed to weigh the pros and cons of kissing you there and then, and denying himself of that just a little bit longer seemed to win out.

You felt like you might drop your keys as you tried to locate the one for the apartment. Jake stood behind you, pressed against your back - and god you could feel him - hands on your hips, breath hot in your ear as he whispered, “C’mon, baby. Hurry. Fuckin’ need you ...”

You dropped the keys. “Jake,” you gasped, head tipped back against his shoulder.

He turned you around, shoving you roughly against the still locked door. Your arms went around his neck, and he pressed his forehead against yours. You still hadn’t kissed, and you weren’t sure how much longer that you could take it. Your hips instinctively canted toward his, and he closed his eyes, inhaling through his nose before muttering a curse.

“Keys,” you murmured, lips mere centimetres from his. You wanted to kiss him so badly. But you also wanted to draw this out for as long as you could, wanting to savour the desire and the need.

“Keys,” he agreed, and reluctantly let go of you so that you could bend down and retrieve the keys from the floor.

You managed to find the correct key for the door, and when the lock clicked, you instantly turned the knob and pushed the door open, reaching behind you and grabbing a fistful of Jake’s plaid shirt as you  hauled him beyond the threshold.

No turning back now. You realized you never had any intention of doing so.

As soon as the door was closed, Jake was on you, and you had precisely zero complaints about that. His mouth attacked your neck with fervor, one hand settling on your hip and the other descending even lower to grab a handful of your ass. You weren’t so much shoved against the wall as you fell back against it, hauling Jake with you so that he collided against your boy, then pressed you harder against the wall with his hips.

“Jake,” you gasped desperately, the sound punctuated by his own responding moan. “Jake. Please. Your mouth. Give me your mouth.”

Your breath quickened as Jake curled a hand at the juncture where your jaw and neck met, thumb brushing along your cheek, the calloused pad against your soft skin causing you to shiver. You tilted your head up slightly to better meet his gaze, watching as he drank in the sight of you slowly, like the whiskey he seemed to favour.

“You are,” he whispered, “one of the most enchanting creatures I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

If you weren’t wet already, that would’ve done you in. 

“Kiss me,” you murmured, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth. You hadn’t intended for the act to be so sensual, yet you felt him twitch against your thigh.

“Fuck,” Jake gasped, eyes sweeping over your face one last time before he crushed his mouth against yours.

You did as you had wanted to do the moment you had first laid eyes on Jake at The Hard Deck the night before. You tangled your fingers in his blond hair and tugged as his tongue split the seam of your lips, delving inside slowly..

There had been quite a few people that you had kissed in your life - some were fantastic, memorable kisses that made you blush if you thought about them for even a moment. And naturally, there were ones that were clumsy and awkward, too wet with too much tongue. Part of you had hoped that Jake would be an atrocious kisser, but his tongue and mouth were talented in ways that you hoped translated well in other areas of your body. He licked into the corners of your mouth, as if searching for something, while his soft lips moved gently against yours. You pulled a little harder on his hair, and he moaned into your mouth.

“You will be my undoing,” you gasped in the moment that Jake came up for air.

“I look forward to it,” he said coyly, his hands coming up to push your jean jacket off of your shoulders, down your arms.

Your breath hitched as those talented fingers ghosted over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You couldn’t pull your eyes from his face, watching him intently as his eyes followed the paths of his hands, brushing gently over your bare arms. Realizing that you should probably do something than stand there, you reached and began to gently pluck open the buttons of the red flannel that he was wearing, revealing the white v-neck underneath. Even the act of removing clothing that was simply a barrier to more clothing felt incredibly heady, and as soon as the shirt was unbuttoned, Jake shrugged it off, the gentle rustle of fabric hitting the floor the only thing that you could hear over your rapidly beating heart and his breathing.

“You can tell me to stop,” Jake murmured, his fingers hooking over the straps of your tank top and bra, pulling them off your shoulder and letting them slip down your arm. Everything about him told you that it was the last thing he wanted to hear. But the fact that he was giving you an out? You appreciated it, even if you had no intention of taking it.

“Please,” you began, meeting Jake’s eyes with more assuredness than you had ever possessed, “don’t.”

He didn’t.

His hands settling on your hips, he pulled you against him, and you gasped into his mouth as his lips descended upon yours once more. You wanted to lap up the taste of him, all of the whiskey he’d consumed that night, and also something that was emphatically Jake. Your fingers curled into the front of his t-shirt, the fabric soft and yielding beneath your hands as you tugged, making it very clear that you wanted it anywhere but on his person.

In that moment, Jake pulled away from you, and you chased his mouth, whimpering softly at the sudden loss of it. You briefly wondered if he’d had a change of heart. But when you met his gaze, you knew that neither of you were leaving the house for a long time. Jake held your eyes for a moment before he began to sink to his knees, and any query that you had died on your lips at the sight. 

His hands, palms and fingertips rough from working with various equipment and machinery most days, slipped under the hem of your tank top, gently touching your stomach. You gasped quietly, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as your fingers found their way to his head, carding gently through his hair. Jake plucked open the button of your jeans with nimble fingers before gently tugging the zipper down, and your heart exploded behind your breast, unsure that your will and the wall would be able to keep you upright.

“Jake -” you rasped.

“Let me,” he rumbled, lifting his eyes to look up at your face. Passion and warmth lay beyond his gaze, and he offered you a smile before his hands settled on the waist of your jeans, tugging them down slowly. Your hips canted forward and he huffed a slight chuckle - nothing born of malice, but of being appreciative of how eager you were. Getting your jeans down to your knees, he settled his hands on your thighs, and inhaled slowly. “Fuck. You’re soaked, sweetheart.”

The back of your head connected with the wall in a loud thud, and the sound that came from your parted lips was not one that you’d ever made before. He’d barely touched you and already you were in danger of coming undone.

With that, he leaned in between your thighs, face pressed into the space between them, tongue darting out to taste you through your underwear. The feeling of his mouth on you had your legs quaking already, and you moaned at the feeling of his tongue against you, even if it was only through the cotton. You couldn’t imagine how it would feel against the soft folds at your center.

“Christ,” you whined, fingers tugging gently on his hair.

You didn’t have to wait long to find out.

Jake hooked his index and middle finger into the hem of the fabric at the crotch and gently pulled it over to the side. The tip of his tongue ghosted over the most sensitive part of you, and you cried out, leaning forward slightly.

“Please,” you gasped. “Fuck, it feels - it feels like too much.”

“Whatever you need,” he said, looking up at you, eagerness and understanding in those green eyes, which held onto the same bravado that they had the night that you met him.

What you needed was to lay him down and sit astride his face as he licked up into you, light stubble scratching against the insides of your thighs. You ached from the thought alone. And suddenly gravity began to win its war on your already trembling legs.

Jake’s hands were immediately on you, settling on your waist and helping to guide you slowly down to the floor with him. You went willingly as he laid you onto your back, and watched as he tugged your boots off of your feet, and then pulled your jeans from your legs. You lay there, looking up at the man hovering between your legs and suddenly wanted to feel every inch of him. 

You reached up and tugged at his t-shirt before pulling it over his head, drinking in the sight of him. Your hands went to cradle the back of Jake’s head and haul him closer, and he seemed to get the idea, covering your body with his own. You loved the weight of him on top of you, and hooked a leg over his hip in an attempt to draw him closer, lifting your hips from the floor.

“Shit,” he gasped against your mouth before biting at your bottom lip. You’d felt him before, but somehow feeling him now, pressed between your legs, had you wanting to take him inside desperately. But just as with your first kiss, you wanted to drag it out for as long as you could stand it, not wanting the moment to end. “Do you feel me, darlin’?” he asked, southern accented voice laden with lust. “How hard you got me?”

“Yes,” you whined, arching beneath him, pressing against him. “Christ, I want you.”

Jake ground down into you and you whimpered, getting another fistful of his hair in one hand, the other scratching down along his back. “I want you too,” he murmured against the curve of your jaw, before pulling an earlobe between his teeth and tugging gently.

You were content to let him take the reins for the majority of the evening if he wanted to, but just for a moment you wanted to be in control. Wanted to watch his eyes go wide for a moment. And they did when you held him close, wrapped your legs around his waist, and then rolled him over so that he was on his back looking up at you. You’d somehow managed to catch him completely off guard, otherwise you don’t think that you could have pulled off that particular move - he was so much stronger than you. You moved astride his lap, and his hands flew to your waist. 

“Fuckin’ Christ,” he murmured, grinding up into you.

You leaned over, and mouthed at that spot along his collarbone that you’d been eyeing, and he made a soft noise as his hands moved down over your thighs. One of his thumbs sought out the small bundle that he knew would make you shudder and shake, and you shivered on top of him as he rubbed you through the damp cotton of your underwear.

“Fuck,” you gasped, hips twitching toward his touch.

“Tell me my name,” he whispered hurriedly, reaching between the two of you and undoing the button of his jeans. Once nimble hands seemed to falter and you would’ve laughed if it weren’t so incredibly arousing to see him begin to break.

“Jake,” you whispered, grabbing the hem of your tank top and pulling it over your head.

“Again,” he said, finally getting the button and zip of his jeans undone and hooking his thumbs into the waistband.

Oh, fuck. You were growing concerned about coming undone without so much as being touched by him at this rate. “Jake,” you rasped as you tossed your tank top aside, and reached behind yourself to unhook your bra.

You watched his eyes get heavy lidded, and he ceased in getting his jeans and underwear pushed down and instead reached up to assist you in getting your bra off. “Again.”

“Jake,” you moaned, your bra falling away from your body and in an instant his hands were on you. He cupped your breasts gently in his palms, thumbs sweeping gently over your nipples. The touch didn’t last long, as he began resuming the task of getting out of what remained of his clothes.

“Again,” he rumbled, his already deep southern drawl somehow hitting an even lower register. You moved up slightly onto your knees so that he could get his jeans off, and it didn’t even hit you that his underwear had come down along with them until after a moment when you realized that he was completely bare beneath you.

He was going to kill you, you were sure of it. You - honest to god - licked your lips at the sight of him, wet and curving up against his stomach, and shimmied out of your underwear, kicking them off your ankle in a very undignified manner. Fuck, you wanted him, all of him, at that very instant. “Jake,” you whined, settling on his length, dragging yourself along him with aching slowness.

It was then that he broke, arching up off of the floor toward you with a growl, whatever animal dwelled deep within him begging to be let out. He kicked his jeans and shorts off of his ankles and with one hand on your hip, pushed you up off of him for a moment. You mourned the loss of contact, but that would be short lived. He grabbed himself by the base and pressed the tip against your entrance, biting at his lip before meeting your gaze. “Again,” he groaned, and he nudged at your hip, easing you down slowly over his cock.

The moment that you began to take him inside, you let out a choked sob. And though your eyes wanted to instinctively close as you gave yourself over to the pleasure, you willed them to stay open, you wanted to watch his face. “Jake!”

Your hand flew over your own mouth when you realized how loud you had been, and Jake laughed breathlessly beneath you, reaching up and curling his fingers around your wrist. He pulled your hand away from your mouth, bringing it to his own, soft lips brushing against your palm.

“Don’t,” he murmured, his breath hitching as you slowly fucked yourselfdown along him. “Let me - let me hear you.”

“Jake,” you whimpered, unsure if you were even able to speak anything else other than his name anymore. 

He moaned your name, and sure plenty of people had done that before, but it was the familiarity in his voice, the way it seemed to crack open at the sound of it on his own lips that had your thighs quaking around his hips.

You splayed your fingers over his cheek, letting out a soft hum of contentment as he bottomed out. Terrified to move at first, you simply lingered there, holding his gaze as you looked at one another, breathless and terrified. If there had been any chance of going back after crossing the threshold of the apartment you were certainly beyond that now. Jake’s thumb stroked along your hip bone, his other hand still curled around your wrist. He turned and kissed your palm once more, still looking into your eyes and lifted his hips from the floor, trying to press deeper inside of you even though there was nowhere for him to go.

“Move, baby girl,” he rumbled.

It felt like such a daunting task, to move as he had asked, for you to take your pleasure. You could feel him, hot, hard, and wet inside of you, your body slowly getting used to welcoming him inside of you. For the moment it was as if nothing was really happening, but then your hips twitched, and you moved instinctively, raising yourself up along him and then sinking back down. His eyes closed, and he tipped his head back against the floor, both of his hands settling on your hips, guiding you.

“Yes,” Jaked gasped, blunt edges of his fingernails digging into your soft skin. “Just - just like that, darlin’.”

You whimpered once more, continuing to move, and eventually Jake began to meet you halfway. Despite how frantic you had both been leading up to this moment, Jake took you with aching and deliberate slowness, as if he wanted to savour every moment of you. You were thankful for it, because you wanted to savour him as well. You weren’t sure if this was forever, and you weren’t sure if you’d ever have this again, but you wanted to take your time, commit every detail of him to memory.

The way he fucked up into you, the way his breath came in short gasps when you swayed your hips, the way you could feel his thighs twitching beneath you, the way he looked up at you like you put the moon in the sky. You felt naked under the intensity of his gaze, forget that you were actually naked, that look felt like it was flaying you open.

Jake sat up slowly, one arm wrapped around you, bracing his other hand on the floor. You reveled in the closeness, sighing happily as his chest was pressed against yours. He didn’t kiss you, at least not immediately, seeming content to trade breaths, his lips centimetres from yours. Jake tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, as he did earlier that night when he had picked you up, and of all the things you two had said and done that evening, that was the action that had you blushing the hardest.

“Jake,” you murmured, unable to keep from kissing him, your lips descending upon his in a flurry of kisses in quick succession.

“What - what do you need?” he rasped, his mouth seeking out the pulse point along the column of your throat, sucking on the tender skin there.

“This,” you replied, tipping your head back to give Jake better access. You sighed, feeling his teeth against your skin, and curled your fingers into his hair once more. “Just like this. You feel - you feel so good.”

“So do you, baby girl,” Jake moaned, rolling his hips as he fucked up into you. You cried out and clenched around him, and he shuddered beneath you. “God fuckin’ damn …”

All told, neither of you moved very much, instead trading touches and kisses. Your fingernails scratched down Jake’s chest while his hands mapped the expanse of your back. He held onto your hips so tightly that you thought they might bruise, and the idea of carrying around marks on your skin left behind by him thrilled you to no end. He held you close, and you didn’t want him to ever let you go.

Jake relinquished his hold on you, and you made a mournful sound as he laid back down on the floor again. He nudged at your hips, pushing you off of him and whimpered, almost mad at yourself for how desperately you missed the feeling inside of you already.

“C’mere,” he coaxed, trying to tug you forward. You were about to ask for clarification, but you didn’t need to, he left no room for interpretation. “Sit on my face, sweetheart.”

The low rumble of his already deep voice had you trying to squeeze your thighs together to alleviate some of the ache that you felt between your legs. You knee-walked up to him, holding his gaze as he wrapped his arms around your legs, urged you forward and down. The instant you felt his warm breath against you, so sensitive and wet, you cried out, and the sound died on your lips when you felt his tongue sweeping along the edges of you..

“Oh god,” you gasped, unsure whether to lean forward, fall back, or ascend to some manner of astral plane. 

His stubble scratched against the tender skin at the center of you, along the soft, unblemished skin of your inner thighs. You had mused earlier that you wanted the burn of his stubble from him everywhere, and it seemed to be that you would get your wish. Tongue flicking against your clit, you cried out softly and ground down against his mouth, almost apologizing until you heard the hum of appreciation from him, which reverberated against your flesh.

You’d never been with anyone who seemed to be as enthusiastic about eating pussy as Jake was. He alternated between licking along your lips, sucking your clit into the warm wet of his mouth, and fucking up into you with his tongue, moaning as he tasted you and remnants of himself. Unable to keep your hands suspended in some manner of limbo where you had no idea what to do with them, you reached down, curling your fingers in his hair, sighing as tendrils curled around your fingers. You tugged gently, pushing his face further up toward you, crying out as groaned against you. He acted like he’d never tasted anything sweeter in his life, and licked and nibbled at you with unbridled enthusiasm.

“Jake,” you whined, riding his face, crying out softly, already beginning to feel the stubble burn from having it chafing against you. “I’ll - I’ll come if you don’t stop.”

He seemed to have no intention of stopping. If anything, the unbridled enthusiasm with which his mouth and tongue tended to you increased, and he unhooked his arms from around your legs. Jake’s hands found purchase in the firm globes of your ass, holding you exactly in the place where you were, and he hummed against you. That was all it took to have you sobbing with relief as you came, the crescendo of your voice echoing off the walls in the house. Your cries died out into whimpers as you came down, hips stuttering against Jake’s face. You’d held onto his hair the entire time and were concerned that you may have tufts of it in your  hands.

Panting, you stilled above him, and looked down to find his eyes open, looking up at you with rapt adoration. That feeling of being naked under his gaze returned, but instead of feeling undone by it, you felt comforted. You didn’t trust your legs, but allowed Jake to slowly ease you up off of him and onto your back on the floor. You were still fighting to catch your breath when Jake moved over you, and your legs instinctively hooked over his hips.

“You taste better than the whiskey from earlier,” he murmured, and you couldn’t help but grin, reaching up and touching his face. Seeing it glistening with your own wetness was more arousing than anything else than you’d seen that night.

You tilted your head up and kissed his mouth gently, licking the edges of his lips, and tasting yourself there surged closer toward him, beckoning him inside of you once more. His cock slid against you, and you gasped, tipping your head back against the floor.

“Fuck me,” you murmured, reaching down and wrapping your fingers around him. You’d felt him already, against you and inside of you, but you hadn’t touched him like this yet. The weight of him in your hand had you so desperate for him. You guided him to your entrance, letting out a sound of relief as the tip slid inside of you. “Jake.”

“Oh, fuck,” he murmured, dropping his forehead against you shoulder, marvelling at how you felt around him.

Where there had been little movement when you had been on top of him, he seemed to want to rectify that now. Pinning you down to the floor with his hips, calloused fingers circling around your wrists and holding you down, he began to move. Slowly at first, and you raised your hips up from the floor to meet him halfway, which he seemed to thoroughly enjoy, if the moan that rumbled through him, muffled against your shoulder, was any indication.

But, oh, how you loved to hear men take their pleasure.

“You … wanted to hear me,” you whispered, turning your head, lips brushing along the shell of his ear. “Now let me hear you.”

Jake’s hips stuttered and he sheathed himself entirely inside of you. Back arching up from the floor, you moaned and wrapped a leg around his middle, drawing him closer, holding him there. Any holding back he’d been doing suddenly stopped, and soft, breathless sounds filled your ear.

He moaned your name, drawing back before sliding in again. “Give me your - fuckin’ - give me your eyes, baby girl.”

You whimpered, clenching around him, and he let go of one of your wrists, curling his fingers along your jaw. He lifted his head, your noses touching, and held your gaze as he plunged inside of you, again, again, and again. You could feel the urgency, the desperation, in every movement that he made, his breathing getting harsher. You reached up with your free hand, curling it in his hair, pulling gently, and he seemed to enjoy that, his eyelids fluttering and his lips parting in a long moan.

“Jake,” you gasped. “Come for me.” Writhing beneath him, you pulled on his hair again. “Please. Fill - fill me up with it.”

“Oh my god, you’re filthy,” he groaned, corner of his lips quirked up in a smile.

“I’ve been known to be,” you added with a breathless smile, before crushing your mouths together. Jake’s tongue slipped past your lips, and you brought your legs up, knees practically against your chest, drawing him in deeper.

He moaned your name breathlessly. “Baby girl. Oh, fuck -”

It caught both of you off guard. You cried out as he slammed into you, trembling between your legs, and he groaned against your lips, the sound dying off into choked off gasps as he spilled inside of you. Each time Jake’s hips connected with your body, you made a soft noise, something not quite whimpering, your fingers shifting from pulling on his hair to cradling the back of his head, scraping gently against his scalp. Once he had finished, he slumped against you with a loud groan, covering your face with soft, tender kisses.

“Ow,” he murmured, chuckling faintly. “Fuckin’ knees.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, and once Jake relinquished his hold on your wrist brought your hand to your lips to giggle behind it. “We could have moved, you know.”

“You think I’m going to oppose a good floor fuck, darlin’?” he asked, lifting his head and looking into your eyes. You smiled fondly up at him, and he returned it, smoothing your hair back from your face. “Absolutely not.”

/end.

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[kakashiislut]

Oddly Specific 141 Head-Cannons.

Warnings: all fluff actually! Mentions of alcohol!

Authors Note: I kinda wrote this in a like? Past view point? If that makes sense. Lots of “he’d” and “you’d” sounds better this way (IMO of course babies) THIS IS GENDER NEUTRAL!!

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Ghost 💀

-Ghost Is the type of guy to wear Those plaid red and black pajamas bottoms, paired of course with a black wife beater. When he wakes up after sleeping in all day, he’ll just stand in the middle of the living room, eyes still half way closed, smacking his lips every now and then, while his hands are scrunching up the pants where his knees are. His hair is messed up. Like so messed up, his little punk mullet Mohawk thing is going left and right at the same time. He looks lost almost. Trying to find you even though you’re just in the kitchen trying to figure out why the kettle won’t work.

“Aww! Did you sleep well baby?” You’d Coo at him, walking over to the giant, sleepy baby. “Are you sleepy still?” He’d nod his head, gently sniffling “you little baby…you’re so sleepy” you’d cup his face, standing on your tippy toes to place a kiss on his nose. How can such a high ranking man, succumb to such a sweet yet powerful lover. Easy. You’re just good like that.

“Okay, let’s go wash your face and we can have breakfast, sound good?” You’d hold his hand, walk him over to the bathroom where you’d wash his face for him. He deserved the babying.

Soap 🧼

-Soap Who’s so good at drawing for some odd reason. Back at home, he has all the supplies he’d ever need. His favorite is his medium sized sketch book and a good mechanical pencil. Of course he’d keep around an extra eraser. You’d often find him sitting on the roof, drawing whatever came to mind. His little earbuds in, head booping gently to the music, fingers tapping on the roof tile.

“Boo!” You cant scare him for your life, but it’s fun to try. He’d smile up at you, eyes fluttering and flashing. Damn, he’s a good flirt when he isn’t even trying. “What chu drawing, hawk man?” He’d give you a tiny smile for his stupid nickname. “I’m drawing you”

He’d turn his stupid little sketch book towards you, but instead of a picture of you, it was a drawing of a goblin running away with some gold. You’d glare at him. It would turn into a stare, before you break out into laughter, arms falling onto his shoulders to pull him into a hug. He makes you laugh. A lot.

Price 🥃

-Price who has a Great alcohol bottle collection. It spans so many varieties of alcohol, some stuff you’ve never seen in your life. They’re bottles with long necks, short necks, bottles shaped as pineapples, coconuts, dragons even. All are colored sorted and most are filled. It’s his proud little obsession. Everyone and anyone who’s steps foot into your house is getting a little tour of them.

Coming Home, you gently call out his name, waiting for him to respond. Quirking his head up, he stepped off the stool a bit “I’m in the kitchen, Dear!.” You’d walk in, place a couple bags on the table and stare at him with your arms crossed and head cocked to the side.

He was dusting his bottles off that sat on top of the cabinets.

“Oh so you’re finally doing some sort of cleaning around the house?” You quipped, cocking an eyebrow. “Hey! I do clean…” he’d say, sounding almost suspicious of himself.

Gaz 🦦

-Gaz who is absolutely obsessed with animals. You guys have two cats and they are his world. You’d often find him crouched down, both hands aggressively stroking the two cats backs in the middle of the night. They love it so much. They purr so loudly around him he’s constantly feeding them all the treats in the world. You scold him constantly for it. The cats are getting fatter…

Back home, at his parents place, they have a dog and everyone’s pretty sure the dog likes him more then his actual owners. Every-time Gaz is around, the pitt can’t help, but have so many zoomies it’s unbelievable. Gaz likes to speak to him and the cute pitty likes to “speak” back.

“Oh aren’t you just adorable. Aren’t you? Such a good boy, you’re the bestest boy” Gaz cooed, hands flopping its ears around. The dog would howl back at him, making funny noises. “Yes you are, look at you, are you singing? Ya? You singing the best song”

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[thisismyyearhenderson]

YOU'RE DIVINE

smutty oneshot -- 1329 words

Edward Nashton x AFAB!Reader

summary- You come home from work, and Edward cant take his eyes off of you. So you decide to fix that.

warnings: submissive edward nashton, teensy bit of worship, oral (male receiving), p in v, alcohol use, VERY SUB EDWARD SHSYF

You turn the key and push the apartment door open. The typical cluttered scene meshes into your view, and you see Edward sitting at his office chair, scribbling something into one of his notebooks. “I'm home, babe.” you yell softly in his direction. Dropping your bags and slipping off your sneakers, you shuffle over to him. He turns his head towards you with a sweet smile, “Hi, love.” he mutters as his cheeks flush. You pull at his jaw, bend down slightly and give him a small peck on the apple of his cheek. Ed’s smile widens and becomes more chaste as he spins around in his office chair, back to his papers. “You working on something new?” you inquire, as you pull the book from his messy desk. “No, just records. Diary, kind of. Current events and stuff.” He says, spinning around towards you again and slipping his hands into yours and taking the book from you. “Hey!” You groan at him, reaching for the book. Edward places the journal onto one of the shelves that hang on the wall, slipping it into the empty spot between two other journals. “No. No more work. You’re home. I'm going to go heat up dinner.” He bubbles, standing up. He places his arms around your neck, and his forehead onto the top of your head, resting. “I love you. Now go, heat up dinner.” you say looking up at him, as he nods. 

You and Edward sit on your couch, digging into some pasta primavera that Ed made a few days back. “Jesus, this is good.” You managed to chortle with your mouth full. “Thanks, babe.” He smiles at you. 

Finishing up you take your plates to the kitchen and place them into the sink. You pull a bottle of cabernet from the fridge, pulling two wine glasses from the cupboard and filling them both halfway with the berry red liquid. You grab the two glasses and make your way over to the couch. Edward is sitting and flipping through tv channels. He clicks the TV off and looks at you, he doesn’t say anything, just looks at you. “What?” You chuckle, placing one of the glasses into his hand, and holding the other. “You’re so, beautiful.” He says, almost at a loss of words, breathlessly. “Am I?” You asked, your voice melodically ringing in Edwards ears. “Yeah... You’re, gorgeous.” He groaned, with a deadly serious look on his face. “Am I?” You asked, once again, but you’re tone now shiftily different. You looked him in the eye, as you pulled the glass close to your lips and took a small sip of the wine. The liquid coated your lips into a deep maroon. Edward slipped a small groan, as he placed his glass of wine on the table. “Is something bothering you?” You inquire, slipping your unbuttoned pajama top off your shoulders and frame. You’re only wearing a pair of white silk shorts and a bra now. 

Revealing a lacy, white and see through bra. It can barely support your chest, the way your chest heaves in it and moves, Edward just can't control himself. You look amazing. 

The man sitting across from you draws a breath and shifts his position on the sofa. “Clearly something is.” You say, firmer now. Ed pulls himself up and shakes his head reverently. “No, nothing. You’re, just... You’re...” He tries to mutter but fails. You move closer to him, crawling on the suede cushions, closer, and closer. “Say it.” You say, sitting right across from him. “You look divine.” He says, his hands traveling to his lap, trying to cover the very obvious erection that’s tenting his plaid pajama bottoms.  

You inch yourself closer to him until you're sitting a foot away from him, knees tucked under your ass and arms propped in front of you. Edward can't help but stare at your chest. The way you placed your arms your boobs end up pressing together, moving and swaying as you inhale and exhale. “Look at me.” You scoff. His eyes automatically dart to your face, his features molded into a pure expression of worship and need.  

“Now, sit still.” You say, climbing onto his lap. You cup your hand under his jaw, moving you thumb over his cheek. Lips touch, you slowly graze your lips against his, deepening the kiss. He feels the weight of you on his lap, which makes the experience much more unbearable for him. You feverishly kiss him, cupping his face, you move your tongue over his. He tastes the spiced cherry smell of the wine you sipped on. As you continue to deepen the kiss, he lets out a whimper. You notice and stop. You look him right in the eye, and say “Well, If I got you so hot and bothered with a kiss, just wait a minute.”  

You place your hand on his bulge, and he whimpers under you, his hips slightly bucking. You let go and pull your arms around his neck, and you start to grind. You move your hips forward and backward, and slightly up and down. You can feel his cock growing in his pants, tenting under your pussy. His whimpers become constant, and his hips buck into yours needily. “You’re such a mess under me.” You chuckle getting off his lap, he groans and bucks into the air. “Don't worry baby, you'll feel better in a second.” You whisper as you palm his bulge. “I need you.” He moans, hips still bucking. “You need me to what?” You ask innocently, looking at him. “Anything, do anything. Anything, please...” He breathes. You nod and pull his pajama bottoms off.  

He feverishly pulls his briefs off, and gazes at you with a pleading look in his eyes. “Ok.” you whisper. 

Edwards cock is at least 7 inches and is dripping with precum. You place your mouth on his tip, lapping up his precum as he throws his head back and his hands ball into fists at his side. You take him out of your mouth and lick up the sides of his dick, one of your hands cupping his balls. Mouth spitting onto his length and pumping him up and down, as you suck his tip. Your tongue going over his slit and in circles repeatedly, makes Ed go crazy. He’s moaning and whimpering under you, saying your name like a hymn or prayer. Your hand pumps his length, and you deepen your hold of him in your mouth. “Y/N!” He whimpers, bucking into your throat, threading his hands through your hair. You feel his dick throbbing, so you make the executive decision to let him cum inside of your pussy. You take him out of your mouth, and he yelps. “No!” he whines, before he notices you pulling your shorts off. Revealing you perfect, soft, plump stomach and hips. The way your skin folds between your legs.  

“I’ll let you cum inside. You just got to let me have my fun for a little, ok baby?” You say to him while holding his chin, he nods vigorously. Then you pump his dick another time, hold it upright and sink onto him. You moan in the most phallic, pained way as his cock stretches you out and hits your g-spot. Without riding him, you simply grind, rubbing your clit against his pubic bone, getting yourself wetter by second. Not to mention, how high Edwards whimpers sound, and how hard he is trying not to absolutely wreck your pussy with the way he wants to buck and thrust into you. You bounce up and down on his cock, moaning louder every second.  

You feel his cock throb and until he feels your pussy tighten, and his warm seed fills you up. You ride out your high, and then get off of his lap. “You’re divine.” He whispers as he turns towards you and nestles his head in the crook of your neck. 

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[attex]

Eve in plaid

theyre in matching outfits now okay ? i put them together and gave them matching outfits because theyre bestfriends for ever .

lilith has more little accessories bcz she woudl like them . they both have crappily applied nail polish because theyre babys and cant rly put it on properly . but its ok they like it so

matching hairclips and also the way i draw lilith's hair matches with eve so theyre like this .

theyre so best friends okay theyre like . both demons but one of them is always a demon in appearance but benefits more from angel rooms and the other is a human in appearence but benefits more from devil rooms ok their dichotomy best friends for ever and also the primarily two toned color scheme here fits them i love them ok .

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[eddie]

ANSWERED ASK for : @godclaws ❛ An exploratory kiss between friends.❜

⛧˖ ─── THUS FAR, MOVING INTO THE CITY TO chase after his music ambitions had been far from the dream that Eddie had envisioned it would be. It wasn’t as though he’d expected anything glamourous, but something that didn’t involve wearing a fucking APRON for eight hours a day would have been nice. He’d scrubbed more dishes and assembled more burgers than he’d played his guitar, and while he was glad to be free of the stuffy prison that was the town of Hawkins, the change of pace had come with disheartenment and challenges that went beyond anything that he’d prepared himself for. Not all of it was bad, however. There were PERKS too, like the one that came in the pretty, sunshiny package named Rosie Howell. She’d been an unexpected connection, and she continued to be so…

            Fortuitous circumstances had brought the two together as co-workers, and then friends, and now roommates, but the line that subsequently followed had yet to be crossed; not that Eddie hadn’t thought about it before. There was so much about Rosie to love, even with her… DISAGREEABLE music tastes ( which he loved to tease her about ). She was gentle and kind and clumsy… and maybe a little clueless, but in the SWEETEST, most heart-melting way. The metalhead found it hard not to smile when he was around her, even when the struggles of city life wanted to sabotage his mood.

            As Eddie sat in the living room that morning, still shirtless and in his plaid pajama pants as he listened to the snippet of the new song that Rosie was working on, he found that the subsequent line that had previously kept him at an arm’s length was beginning to BLUR. He wasn’t sure if it was the sweet, HONEYED tone of her voice when she sang, or the way that the golden glow of the morning sunlight was kissing her skin, but she’d barely finished singing the last line when he found himself leaning in over her guitar, as though he was caught and pulled in by her own personal GRAVITY. For a moment, he paused, tentatively holding her gaze as he hovered before he’d closed the small distance and planted a kiss to her soft lips.

            It didn’t take long for the metalhead to recollect his senses, but even after he’d realized what he’d just done, his withdrawal from her was SLOW. With his brown eyes bright with self-inflicted surprise and his cheeks burning with the rising warmth of a blush, he settled himself back into his spot on the couch, staring at his roommate with the makings of a big, crooked grin that pronounced the dimples in his cheeks. ❝ Sorry. ❞ Was he though? Was he REALLY?

            Almost AWKWARDLY, a laugh rolled out from his smile, the fingers of one of his hands beginning to fidget with the modeled rings of the other. ❝ I… don’t know why I did that. ❞ His grin widened with the gentle cant of his head. ❝ Actually? Scratch that— I think I know exactly what happened. It’s those damn sappy-ass country lyrics. ❞ He crinkled up the bridge of his nose in feigned disgust, a short pause following before he’d continued, leaning forward to settle his chin on his fist. ❝ It pains me to admit it, but, uh… it's not like—❞ His gaze circled the room slowly, drawing out another pause before he'd landed his attention back onto her. ❝—totally impossible that you just romanced me with your twangy bullshit. One point for miss Rosemary. ❞

#⛧ ∙ 𝔉𝔯𝔢𝔞ƙ : answered #godclaws #[ WELL look at that. i love them ur honor ]