#she looks sooo gooood

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Ready When You Are

husband!Marcus Pike x wife!Reader

Word count: 2K

Summary: you and your husband Marcus Pike can't stop thinking about trying for a baby...

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, fluff, established relationship, talk of having a baby, reader wears lingerie, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, playful rough/dirty talk, fingering, unprotected piv (actively trying to get preggo), if I missed anything please let me know!

Author's note: this is for @fluffygoffpanda I hope this scratches that itch! Jesus do you have good taste in men for this particular kink. PS I don't know what pink cloud punch is, but I can tell you that if you pour Sprite over rainbow sherbet it's sooo gooood!

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It's one of those "modern" baby showers where men are guests, but inevitably drift to the den where a football game is on. The women mill about the kitchen and dining room, sampling dishes, gossiping, exchanging stories about their own pregnancies.

Marcus seemed more excited about the get-together than you were, and despite having migrated to the other room for the game, he keeps sneaking back to the kitchen, swiping a pinwheel sandwich, or a petits fours. You can tell he's half-listening to the little nuggets of advice being passed around, and watching the presents being opened, yellow and pink and blue tissue paper blanketing the floor. 

Your youngest sister looks resplendent in her flowy pink floral maternity dress, her hands continually resting on her bump, protective, almost queenly. "I'm so happy for you," you tell her for the hundredth time, kissing her cheek.

She smiles, sipping a frothy cup of pink cloud punch. "Sister, when's it going to be your turn?"

"For what?" Marcus asks, appearing behind you, enveloping you in his arms.

"For a baby," you answer him, giving him a little smile, a rosiness painting your cheeks. You've been married almost a year, and though you've both talked about eventually starting a family, you haven't chosen a time on when exactly to begin.

"No pressure," you sister says quickly. "It's a serious decision."

You are the last of your siblings to have a child. Even your older brother has twins in elementary school.

"We'll talk about it when you're ready," Marcus says, giving your hand a soft kiss.

You expect him to be the one to bring it up, to possibly goad you into talking about it, or at least planning what names you'd use. But he's seemingly forgotten about it on the drive home after the party, making dinner plans with friends for next weekend, and going to see your favorite band in town when they finally come there on tour.

It's not until the next morning that you bring it up over coffee at your favorite diner. 

"Would you want to start trying for a baby?"

Marcus stops, coffee cup halfway to his lips. Then he breaks into a grin, only resuming his poker face for only a moment to say: "I'm ready when you are."

You nod, letting the pieces fall together in your brain. There are unknowable factors, of course, but you wouldn't be alone, and you'd be having a child with the absolute love of your life.

"I'm ready. I want to have a baby with you."

The smile on Marcus's face could light up the entire Eastern Seaboard. He takes your hands across the table, leaning in for a kiss. "I'm so glad, because honestly I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since the baby shower yesterday," he admits a little sheepishly.

His enthusiasm is contagious, lifting your heart and erasing any doubts you had. "Do you think we're ready?" you have to ask.

"Babe," he says. "You're too perfect of a person to not be making the world better by adding a few more of you to it."

You sigh in mock exasperation. "How do you know exactly what to say?"

He chuckles, but his expression softens when he looks at you. "I'm in if you're in. I mean that."

Thinking about it takes up your entire day. You look up baby names, maternity wear, childbirth options, the best OBGYNs in the area. Then you go further, checking out the schools, wondering if you should trust public or go private. Then colleges. Which one is best for which degree?

Marcus thinks it's cute when you call him to tell him what you've been working on all day. "Sounds like you're really, really serious about this," he says.

"You'll be home soon?" you ask, checking your hair in the mirror one last time.

"I'm about five minutes away. Why?"

"I have a surprise for you. Drive safe."

Naturally Marcus has to restrain himself from speeding the next couple blocks to your home. Just as he's about to unlock the front door you open it, wearing a teddy in his favorite shade on you.

"Just in time," you purr, grabbing him inside by the collar.

"What's going on?" he smirks, happily led by you to the bedroom. 

"What do you think?" you smirk back. The bed is strewn with rose petals, and you perch yourself in the middle of it, an utter vision to Marcus's eyes. He follows you, led by a primal instinct to take you, to hold you and make you his.

"I didn't take my birth control pill today," you tell him. "In fact, I threw them all out."

His brows rise, heart skips a beat, mouth fills with saliva. "Why'd you do that?" he asks slowly, even though he already knows.

"Because tonight I want you to get me pregnant."

It's as if the air has been squeezed from his lungs. He tries to maintain composure, knowing you wouldn't tease him, nor would you take such a decision lightly. "You're sure, babe?"

You nod as his hand cups your chin, his thumb tracing your lower lip. "I want you to fill me up, over and over again tonight. I want to be dripping with your cum for days."

An image of him fucking you, his seed taking root, your belly swelling with his child, breasts getting fuller and sweet with milk, runs through his brain, tapping into the primal side of him. He whispers your name, grabs hold of you in a kiss, hands wandering under your teddy to caress your body, smoothing over your curves, cup your breasts.

You bring his hand to your cunt, already so moist and ready for him, giving a shuddering sigh as he works two fingers inside, jaw tensing when he feels how wet you are.

"Breed me, Marcus," you whisper, your breath tickling his ear. The hair on his arms and the back of his neck stands up. What am I still doing with my clothes on? he wonders, then is thankful that you've taken the initiative, relieving him of his jacket, his tie, belt, shirt, pants, and everything else. 

His cock pulses in your hand, his precum already dribbling over the top. Laying on your back, he scoots between your legs. "What about your work?"

"I'll work from home. Hell, I could even do advisor work until the kids are old enough for school," you say, wrapping your arms around him.

"Kids.. plural?" he grins. "How many?" His lips ghost across your ear, nibbling your lobe.

"Two," you sigh, running your hands down his back. "I don't want an odd number. I didn't like being the middle child."

He kisses your forehead, as if to take those memories away. "One boy and one girl?"

"Perfect," you sigh again, trailing your foot along his calf.

Desire and love fill his senses, make him your servant, all he can see and breathe is you. Imagining you getting big with his child, making a soul with him, creating a little legacy, even for the short amount of time you're both promised on this earth.. Marcus's heart feels like it shouldn't fit in his chest anymore.

You whimper his name. nudging your hips against his. He slips your teddy over your head, revealing your soft skin, the body he's come to worship night after night during the happiest time of his life. 

He captures your lips in another passionate kiss, tongue brushing against yours with fervor. Then he pins your arms over your head, spreads your thighs further apart. "You're so eager for it, so eager for me to cum inside you."

You shiver, not bothering to suppress a whimper. "I am, baby. I want it all.."

Fuck, you're not even teasing, not even pretending, not role playing.. Marcus's head is nearly spinning with his new reality. His head drops into your neck as he breathes in your scent, your shampoo and your own natural aroma, and of course the sweet and spicy essence of your pussy. He lifts his head to catch your gaze. "I love you," he utters as he slides into you.

"I love you," you gasp in return, letting yourself be helpless beneath his soft grip. He buries himself in you until his hips meet yours, and you can't tell where he ends and you begin. Your tightness has him reeling, his mind spinning with want.

"You feel so good, babe," he groans in your ear. He withdraws almost completely before pushing forward again, a shiver rolling through him at the sensation. He starts a slow, languid pace.

"Marcus," you moan, your hips undulating against his in the rhythmic dance. He squeezes your hip, loosening slightly on your wrists pinned over your head, but you keep them there, enjoying the illusion of being at his mercy, of being bred. 

His mouth trails kisses down your neck as pleasure thrums throughout your body. "You feel like heaven," he mutters, moving leisurely as he takes note of the sounds that leave your mouth with each forward thrust of his. 

"More.." you gasp, tilting your hips up to get him deeper, not wanting to miss out on a single inch. 

"You want more? You want me to spill all my cum into you, give you a baby?"

Biting your lip you moan his name as he increases the pace, thrusts steady and fast.  "Keep moaning my name," he whispers. "Scream for me.. let the neighbors know who's inside you, making you feel this good."

"Christ," you gasp, pressing your hands to the headboard, the sound of it banging against the wall exciting you. "Want everyone to know I'm yours.."

"That's it," he says, hearing your moans and sighs coming faster. "Almost there? I'm gonna cum but I want to get you there first, you gotta cum first, that's what I want." At the sound of your whimper he kisses you deeply, pulling your lower lip between his teeth before pushing his tongue in your mouth, seeking your own. He moans low as heat builds in his lower belly.

He's hitting a place inside you that sends flutters through your cunt, the pleasure rising and rising until it becomes a fever, a fucking force of nature that threatens to claim you. 

"Come, darling," he grunts, knowing your body, knowing you're on the edge with him. His hips quicken their work, the sound of your bodies colliding is almost obscene.

You come undone beneath him, squeezing around him rhythmically and his hand moves between you to tease your clit, helping you ride out your orgasm, his own hips slowing as he watches the pleasure wash over you.

"God, you're so beautiful," he says, his forehead against yours, your hot panting breaths fanning across his face. 

"Marcus," you beg. "Put a baby in me.."

Aftershocks still wrack your body as he thrusts again, and your still-sensitive body wants to come with him. He rubs your clit again, working you back up, waking your senses again. 

He's getting closer and closer to tipping over the edge with you. Mumbling words of love, of adoration, he feels his climax rising in his balls, the pressure building up further and further. Only when he feels you come again, convulsing hard around him, does he give a final, hard thrust before he follows you, coming deep inside you, shaking and shuddering. At last he groans your name, muffled in the crook of your neck as his mind goes blank for a heavenly minute.

It's several minutes before either of you speaks, the moment too precious, too beautiful to break with mere words. He slides off you, keeping you close, not wanting to lose your warmth right away.

"I love you," you murmur at last. "Maybe we made some magic tonight."

"Maybe," he chuckles, his heart overflowing with love for you. "If not, we can always keep trying." He cups your beautiful face in his hands. "I want a family with you if that's what's meant for us."

"I want that. A little family.."

He smirks, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "Give me a few minutes, we can give it another try. Just to make sure."

dividers by @saradika-graphics 👑

[katewritesthings]

Love Me Like I Can // Chapter 2

Chapter 2 // How to Touch a Girl

•warnings: Cursing. Cheating. Sexual Situations. Drinking. Drug use. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

The first time Diana woke up the morning after her birthday was actual torture, she was sure. The need to empty her bladder caused her to wake far earlier than she would have liked, early morning light barely making it through the blackout curtains that decorated her bedroom. The redhead carefully disentangled herself from the limbs of her sister and friend and climbed out of bed, grabbing her phone from beside her on the bed. Making her way to the ensuite bathroom, Diana immediately regretted unlocking her device for two reasons. First the dull ache in her head made itself known the second the light hit her eyes in contrast to the dark bathroom. 6:21 AM . Second, was a series of text messages from a number not saved to her phone that she decided could wait before she absolutely exploded. After washing her hands and splashing cold water on her face, Diana braced herself and opened the text thread.

+1(617)-555-1425 9:36 PM    you look sooo good in your IG pics 11:15 PM ugh i wish i was with you rn 12:20 AM cmon di. dont be a btich text me back 1:37 AM Ungrateful bitch.  2:39 AM   i see. youre out there fuckin with someone new. Thats  wh you wont text me back. He’ll just get bored of you like I did.  2:41 AM How long before he starts fucking yor sister 

Disappointed that the Boston area code and the content of messages meant the sender was clear, Diana quickly locked her phone and dropped it on the counter. She couldn’t deal with Connor right now. Leaving her phone in the bathroom, Diana crawled back into bed, thankful that she insisted on a “sleepover” last night and wasn’t alone to spiral.

The second time Diana woke up was slightly better than the first. She was alone in bed and her headache eased to a dull thumping, a glass of water on her bedside table. Emptying the glass in one go, Diana searched for her phone. A string of curses rang through her head when she remembered the reason that it was not beside her. After a dramatic sigh, she forced herself out of bed and into the bathroom. She turned on the light, looked in the mirror for the first time that day, and groaned out loud. Light reddish-purple bruises littering her neck and collarbone were visible under the sports bra she was wearing.

Annoyed with herself, Diana picked up her phone and checked the time: 12:12 PM. When she unlocked the device the messages from Connor were still open on the screen. While the reason for his vitriol was now apparent, clues painted on her skin, it didn’t make it justified. ‘It wasn’t like I had sex with Joe,’ she thought, ‘ And even if I had, I’m single and can fuck who I want. 

Diana blocked the number but kept the text thread to show Biz later and moved on to check her other notifications, some birthday wishes from people who couldn't make it last night and a missed call from Cathy at 9:30. Diana decided could give her manager a call back later and was replying to all of the messages and comments as she walked into the kitchen of the apartment she shared with her sister.

Biz, who was standing at the stove cooking bacon and French toast, spoke as Diana walked in eyes glued to her phone. “Gooood Morning beautiful, Happy actual birthday,” the younger woman sang in a joking manner. “Taylor left, she had to catch a flight for the awards tonight.” She paused a minute before excitedly saying, “There was a delivery for you this morning.”

Diana looked up at her last statement, confused even more at the smirk on the brunette’s face. “What delivery?”

Biz didn't respond except for pointing her spatula towards the living room, signaling Diana to investigate. Rolling her eyes, Diana did as she was told, walking farther down the hall to figure out what her sister was talking about.

She was not expecting multiple bouquets of roses placed in every nook and cranny they would fit to be decorating the living room. “What the fuck,” she muttered to herself, making her way toward the largest bouquet on the coffee table in the center of the room, silently counting the number of arrangements. Nine. 

‘What a strange number,’ she thought as she picked up the card attached to the large bundle of roses, looking out of place on the coffee table next to her TV remote.

Tried to get your number Cathy with no luck. Now who’s curving who? 513-555-6947 JB

Warmth filled Diana’s body as she reread the card for the third time, trying to make sense of it. Pulling up Cathy’s contact information on her phone and pressing call, she turned to see Bizz in the doorway smiling like the Cheshire Cat. 

“Soooo… who are those from?” Her tone gave her away, she already read the card.

“Fuck off,” Diana mouthed just as Cathy answered her phone, turning back to the flowers. “Cathy Allred,” the older woman answered cheerfully. “Hey, Cath, this is Di. I was just giving you a call back and wondering if you knew why there were 10 gigantic floral arrangements in my living room?” Diana greeted, attempting to keep her annoyance at her sister out of her voice.

Cathy’s throaty laugh came through the speaker and Di could imagine her expression was the same one that Biz was wearing. “Oh, honey. That handsome football player from last night was leaving messages at the buttcrack of dawn trying to weasel your number out of me. When I told him that I couldn’t clear that without your direct consent, he asked if he could send flowers to our office and have them forwarded to you if security approved the message. We just didn’t expect 9 separate bouquets.”

Diana was in shock. She couldn’t remember the last time she had received flowers unrelated to work.

“Well, uh, thank you, Cathy. That’s all I wanted. I’ll talk to you Wednesday,” Diana ended the phone call, still staring blankly at the literal dozens of roses sitting in her house. “Soooooo,” Biz’s voice came out in her signature sing-songy tone.  “Are ya gonna text him?” 

Diana bit her lip. “Well, I guess I should, right?”

She could feel her anxiety creeping up in the back of her mind, almost like frost crystallizing on glass in the winter. The first voices of self-doubt were beginning to scream you’re not good enough for him and he’s only going to break your heart when a hand on Diana’s shoulder refocused her.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Di,” Biz’s comforting words filled her ears. “He’s a really hot guy who is into you, so I’d say go for it. Texting him doesn’t mean you’re getting married next month, babe. But you were humping his leg like a dog in heat last night, so it probably would be proper etiquette to at least acknowledge his existence.” As was exiting the room laughing at her own joke as she said the last part. Diana rolled her eyes and thought about her sister’s advice. Joe really was an attractive man and all signs were pointing to him being attracted to her. Their physical chemistry last night had been off the charts and even though they didn’t discuss anything super deep, she was engrossed in the conversation, always wanting to hear what Joe had to say next. She was going to do it, she was going to text him.

She added his number to her phone and began debating how to start the conversation. After drafting and redrafting the generic ‘Hi! It’s Diana” messages for nearly two minutes, she finally settled on one that would let Joe know who she was.

Joe (Quarterback) 12:32 PM    you left before saying bye last night, i’d say you’re still curving me.

Phone in hand, Diana made her way toward the smell of brunch. Before she could even make it to the breakfast nook her phone buzzed in her hands signifying she had received a text.

Tee wasn’t feeling great, I had to dash. Let me make it up to you. I’m in NYC until Monday night.

Butterflies filled Diana’s stomach as her eyes scanned the messages she had just received. Joe didn’t leave the party because he was embarrassed by their hookup like her anxiety had been trying to convince her. He had a legitimate reason and he wanted to see her again to make up for it. Before she could let her nerves stop her, she fired off a reply to Joe

i’ll hold you to it. 😜 i’m free all day tomorrow.

 Diana didn’t even get a chance to lock her phone before a new message appeared on her screen.

Not anymore. Lunch?

She wasn’t sure if it was nerves or hunger making her stomach turn the way it was, so she decided to load up her plate before responding. 

After eating a decent amount of brunch and taking a well-needed shower, Diana was lounging in her bed, Parks and Recreation on in the background, staring at Joe’s texts. So many conflicting thoughts were running through her head about what her response should be. As much as she wanted to see Joe again, she couldn’t shake the feeling of fear. Sure Joe seemed nice, but Connor seemed nice enough at first. She knew her ex had just sent the hateful texts to get under skin, but he knew which blows hit the hardest.

“Biiiiiiz! Come in here!” she shouted from her spot on the bed, in a frustrated squeal.

“What’s the matter?” The brunette questioned, popping her head through the door. “I think I agreed to hang out with Joe tomorrow and I’m scared,” Diana whined, dragging out the vowels in the word ‘scared’.

A snort came from Biz as she made her way fully into the room. “He’s a man, Di, not a monster. Why are you scared?”

Diana knew this was the moment that she should share that Connor had texted her this morning, but for some reason, she couldn’t get the words out of her mouth. Instead, what came out was a pitiful gasp for air that made Biz by surprise.

“Just, what if I’m supposed to be more healed than I am,” Diana breathed, tears in her eyes. “Like, what if Joe turns out to be as good as he seems? Doesn’t he deserve more than this heartbroken version of me? I’m barely myself again, Biz.”

“I think you should at least hang out with him and see where it goes. Worst comes to worst, you guys know you’re physically into each other,” Biz teased. Diana rolled her eyes, “What if he’s expecting to fuck and I’m not ready?” Biz shot her sister a look. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Di. But let’s be real, you need to get dicked down. How long has it been?” Diana rolled her eyes again, not wanting to acknowledge she was currently on the longest dry spell she’d ever had. Things in the bedroom aspect of her relationship with Connor never really met her standards, always dissatisfied. The past six months of their relationship had consisted of barely any intimacy, Connor claiming he wasn’t attracted to Diana at the moment. Turns out, he was just getting his needs met by her best friend. “You’re right,” Diana gave in, texting Joe back.

1:26 PM deal, burrow. tomorrow at noon. Italian or Mexican? Shit. Just got word that public restaurants are a no-go. its okay. we can do pizza and sweets at my place

A new fear ran through Diana’s head as soon as she heard the “swoosh” sound from her head. “What if-” Diana was cut off by her sister throwing a pillow at her face. “Shut up,” Biz said in a more serious tone than before. “I get that you’re nervous, but stop coming up with these what-ifs. Smoke about it and attempt to channel your thoughts into something productive.” With that, Biz left the room.

Diana knew her sister was right. Not only did she tend to handle her anxiety better if she was channeling it into something productive, but she was behind on writing. Cathy had told her that the songwriters she was meeting with on Wednesday were expecting the start of at least six new songs and at this point, Diana only had four songs, three of which were fragments.

Lighting a preroll from her bedside table, Diana reached for her notebook, anxiety still at full force. As she hit the joint, she began to scribble down the thoughts that were looping in her head in an attempt to get them to stop.

I know that I’m better than this heartbroken version of me What if he can't compete with the things that I'm scared of that keep love from me? I get so attached and when it ends and the comedown hits I just end up hating me The energy that it takes to be somebody’s somebody just ain’t in me.

After she had stubbed out her joint, the voice of Diana’s anxiety had dulled to a whisper and her mood had lifted considerably. When Diana looked up from her notebook and checked her phone she saw two new messages from Joe.

Awesome. Can’t wait to see you.

What are you up to?

Smiling to herself, her fingers glided across the screen to type out that she was writing, hoping it could turn into a song and returning the question. Joe must have had his phone in hand because within record time her phone was signaling a new message.

Just left lunch with the guys, can I call you?

The butterflies from earlier had returned with a vengeance accompanied by a warm flush taking over her body. Within seconds of replying with an affirmative text, her phone was ringing in her hand indicating she was receiving a FaceTime call from Joe. “Hello,” she greeted hesitantly, internally cringing at her appearance in the camera. Her long hair was still wet from the shower and braided into Dutch braids down the side of her head and she had placed two star pimple patches on her forehead and chin, not expecting to see anyone but Biz. “Hey! You look great,” Joe responded, white smile beaming at Diana. He appeared to be sitting against a hotel headboard, dressed in a black Bengals hoodie. 

“No one likes a liar, Joe,” Diana smiled. “Wasn’t expecting a video call.”

“I just needed to make sure you were who you said you were,” Joe countered, smile turning into a playful grin. “Can’t be making plans to hang out with some rando, you know.” Diana rolled her eyes and placed her notebook on her bedside table, the action drawing Joe’s attention. “I’m sure girls are tripping over their own feet to eat lunch with you,” Diana let out a small laugh. “Unfortunately for you, I am myself and you have agreed to hang out with me. Now, if you’ll agree after this time, that’s a question for another day.” “Oh, yeah. What makes you say that?” Joe quirked an eyebrow, a grin still covering his beautiful mouth.

“Well, first of all, we’re getting pineapple on our pizza. Second of all, I planned on finishing my puzzle tomorrow, so you’re now getting roped into that.”

Laughter filled the speakers before Joe’s voice said, “Well, first things first, pineapple on pizza is the right decision… But a puzzle, really? What are you, 73?”

Diana was pleasantly surprised at the ease of carrying on a conversation with Joe. She had assumed that alcohol had lubricated their last interaction, but the way the conversation flowed for the next hour proved that wrong. Joe teasing her for doing puzzles led them to talk about their other hobbies which led to them talking about what started them on their careers.

“Yeah, so I’m hoping to be back by preseason, but there’s no guarantee. I just feel like I’m letting the team and the fans down, y’know,” Joe finished explaining his injury, something Diana had known the bare minimum about before this conversation. Rubbing the back of his neck, he looked to the side. “Sorry to overwhelm you.”

“No, please don’t ever apologize for sharing your emotions, Joe. You can’t hold everything in because you’re afraid of being judged.” Diana’s heart tugged for a moment, imagining how Joe must feel after the season he had last year. She wanted to make sure he knew that she was someone he could share with even if this went nowhere.

“Okay,” Joe nodded, but still changing the subject, “So, what about you? Any new music I get to look forward to?”

Diana rolled her eyes but smiled. Connor was never interested in her career, implying that the music his band made was better and more meaningful. It felt nice to have someone who wasn’t her sister inquire about the progress she was making on her new album. “Actually, I have a few writing sessions over the next few weeks with my label and some producers and start recording some new stuff in March. We’re planning on turning the EP into an extended into a standard album” “Oh, yeah? Do you have a lot of material?” Joe asked, seeming genuinely interested in the answer. “Uh, actually, I didn’t. I’ve been writing a lot recently, though, so hopefully..” Diana trailed off, hoping the heat on her cheeks didn’t show up on Joe’s end of the video call. It was embarrassing enough to admit to herself that she had been more inspired since Joe appeared in her life than she had been in six years, but she’d die if he figured it out.

After a few more minutes of talking, one of Joe’s teammates knocked on his door causing Joe to get off the phone. They had been on the phone for an hour, but Diana was sure she could have talked to him for three more. Diana spent the rest of her night watching the Grammys on her couch. Diana’s team still thought it was best if she stayed home this year as Connor’s band was up for nomination and they wanted to avoid as many headlines about the two as they could. They insisted that Diana stream from home and interact with fans while the awards were happening, which worked out okay in her book. She had fun posting on her Instagram stories rooting for the artist she was friends or a fan of, secretly rejoicing when Bedford Scrolls lost the award they were up for. The fact that she was able to hang out with Joe because she stayed home was definitely, absolutely, not the main reason.

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If there is one thing that will never change about Diana Hayes, it’s that she’s not a morning person. Or a “before 1 PM” person, really. So when her alarm went off at 10 this morning, she wanted to press snooze with everything in her being. That was until she actually looked at her phone and noticed the text notifications on her home screen. She had the normal business updates in her team group chat, but that wasn’t the one that caught Diana’s attention.

Joe (Quarterback) 7:01 AM Is there a specific dress code today?

A smile crossed Diana’s lips, relieved that he wasn’t canceling on her. Tapping a reply out on her phone, she got out of bed and headed towards her bathroom. 

10:02 AM whatever you’re comfortable in. i plan on restarting game of thrones today.

Diana busied herself by turning on her shower and adjusting the water temperature before her phone buzzed on the counter.

Sweats it is. 

Good choice on shows. Don’t know if you’ve heard, but I’m King In The North 😉

Diana responded with an eye roll emoji before telling Joe she would see him at noon and entering the shower. She took her time in the shower, excitement bubbling in her stomach at the uncertainty of what the afternoon held. It had been ages since she had been on a first date, if this even was one, she wasn’t sure what protocol was anymore.

An hour and twenty minutes, one pair of shaved legs, and a fight with a hair dryer later Diana was freaking out. Joe would be here in less than an hour and she was regretting everything. He’s going to make fun of me, Diana thought to herself, he’s going to come over, think I’m weird, and then make fun of me to his friends. Adjusting her position on the couch, Diana brought her hands up to pick at her lips, an anxious habit she’d had since a child. 

Before her fingers could even make contact with her mouth, Biz’s hand swatted it away, an amused look on her face.

“You told me to stop you from picking!” Biz held up her arms in defense, “I just wanted to remind you to tag the bakery the croissants are from on Insta before I leave.”

Biz was driving back to Philadelphia with Eli for the day, giving Diana and Joe the apartment alone for the day. After Biz made her way out of the door, Diana busied herself taking pictures for her social media posts, starting the first episode of Game of Thrones, and snacking on the sweets that had been delivered while she was in the shower. Before she knew it her phone was ringing, Joe’s name flashing across the screen. 

“Hey,” Diana greeted, standing to pace in the living room. 

“Hey,” Joe responded, “I’m about to get in the elevator, I just wanted to let you know I’m almost there.”

“Okay. Once you get to the 14th floor, we’re on the right. See you in a minute.”

Moments later, Diana was opening the front door of her apartment, eyes scanning over Joe’s body. He was dressed in a tie-dyed blue and purple, Space Jam crewneck and a pair of gray sweats. She had never understood before when her friends had talked about men in gray sweats, but seeing Joe had shown her the light.

“Hey,” Diana finally found her voice, gesturing for him to walk in the door.

“Hey, again,” Joe joked, making his way past Diana to stand in the entryway. Closing the door, Diana met Joe’s eyes and felt her face heat up. 

“So, I have uhm, some pastries and fruit in the living room if you want to go in there. I’m like halfway through the first episode of Game of Thrones if you want to go watch.” Diana’s voice came out quicker than normal, nerves filling the space between the butterflies in her stomach.

Joe shook his head with a grin. “Alright. That sounds great to me.”

The pair made their way past the kitchen and into the living room, Diana waving her arm in the direction of the couch. “Make yourself comfortable. What do you want to drink?”

“Water sounds great, thanks,” Joe answered, walking to the corner of the couch. When she returned, Joe had sat down and was taking in the surroundings of Diana’s living space. The room was the same cream color that most high-end rentals are nowadays, sectional taking up most of the space. A coffee table in front held Diana’s laptop, a plate with croissants, cinnamon rolls, and strawberries, a glass of water, and two of the flower arrangements that Joe sent her the day before. The sectional was up against a full wall picture window, sage green blinds pulled halfway across and faced a flat screen TV that was paused on an image of Daenerys Targaryen walking into a steaming bath. 

“I know it’s plain, but we’re only staying here temporarily,” Diana said referring to the room they were in, her presence startling Joe.

“Oh. Planning on moving soon?” Joe inquired, pulling himself deeper into the couch. Diana set the glasses down on the coffee table and sat down next to Joe, leaving about a foot of space between them.

“Kind of? I wanted to stay in New York until the tour starts and then Biz and I were going to look at houses,” Diana said in response, “I don’t necessarily want to settle down in a huge city, but I can’t imagine myself going back to Philly.”

“Did you hate it there or something?” Joe seemed genuinely intrigued about Diana’s plans, which was something that surprised her. She had only really known him for 36 hours and she was ready to tell him everything.

“Only since my dad died,” Diana said, instantly followed with, “Oh my god. That was so depressing. Ignore me.” 

“You’re fine. It’s the real reason,” Joe chuckled, “I’ll quit interrogating you.”

The two talked a little more about Joe’s flight back to Cincinnati at 9 and the Grammys that happened the night before, somehow landing on their Game of Thrones opinions. 

“I won’t deny that she’s completely batshit insane, yes. But she’s one of the best characters!” Diana said, excitedly of Cersei. “That’s not what you said, you said she was your favorite character,” Joe countered, “Which, if it is true, is wild.”

Diana laughed as she brought her legs onto the couch and crossed them crisscross-applesauce. The space that had previously existed between her and Joe disappeared, her knee pressing into his thigh. Attempting to ignore the heat that was making its way up her neck, Diana leaned forward and grabbed the remote. “Just watch it from my perspective,” she said before pressing play.

The rest of the first episode and the entire second one played while Diana and Joe snacked and gave commentary on what was happening in the show. Between episodes, Diana had readjusted, grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch and draping it over herself. She wasn’t sure when it happened, but sometime around the opening credits of the third episode after she had ordered pizza, she found herself pressed into Joe’s side with his arm wrapped around her shoulder. Within fifteen minutes of that, Diana found herself straddling Joe, hands on either side of his face, lips moving in sync with his. Joe’s right hand found its way to her hair as her lips traveled to the hair on his jawline.

“I like this scruff,” Diana panted between kisses, starting at his chin and making her way back up to the sensitive spot beneath his ear. Joe’s left hand traveled to her waist, reaching under her t-shirt and making contact with her bare skin. “I’ll keep that in mind,” just loud enough for Diana to hear. Diana ground her hips into his lap, feeling him harden beneath her and his hand traveled to her breast, massaging it eagerly.

They continued kissing a moment longer until Joe grabbed hold of Diana and laid her down on the couch. His lips found her neck and he asked, “Is this okay?” as he shifted his weight to not crush the woman below him, his left hand returned to its place under her shirt. “Take this off,” Joe said, gesturing to the material. Diana complied. “Couldn’t be better,” Diana sighed as Joe nipped lightly at her collarbone, tongue following shortly after his teeth.

“I’m sure there’s always room for improvement,” his voice laced with lust and arrogance. Just as Diana was about to ask what he meant, Joe’s hand moved from her breast to the waistband of her sweatpants.

With a nod of Diana’s head, Joe’s hand dipped beneath the waistband of both her sweatpants long fingers gently brushing her clit through her panties. A soft moan left Diana’s lips as she leaned forward to connect her lips to Joe’s again. His fingers teased her, using his thumb and forefinger to play with the material separating him from her core. Lifting her hips hoping Joe would get the hint, she pressed her core firmly against his fingers.

“More,” she breathed. Joe pulled the fabric aside and his fingers were instantly met with the slick wetness of Diana’s arousal. Sliding his middle finger along her slit, he brought it up to her clit and began to rub. Pleasure clouded Diana’s thoughts, Joe’s voice asking her if he could take her pants off barely making it through haze. She lifted her hips and pulled the material down her legs as Joe sat up, tugging his shirt over his head.

Joe stared at her for a moment, taking in the sight in front of him. Laying in only her black lace panties, Diana was too busy enjoying her own view to shy away from the hunger Joe was staring at her with. Joe was clearly a man who took care of his body and it showed. She was in awe.

Before Diana could process the definition of his muscles, Joe had resumed his position next to her, covering her lips with another kiss. Then, without hesitation, he took her left nipple in her mouth. Diana moaned again, arousal red hot between her legs. It wasn’t long until Joe’s mouth began moving downward again, leaving kisses until he got to Diana’s hip bones.

“Can I?” Joe asked, staring up hungrily at Diana. Hesitant, Diana thought it over for a second. She had only received oral three times in her past relationship as her ex had found numerous reasons to avoid the act, most of them criticisms of Diana. Everything from she was unattractive to she was too picky when it came to the way he did it. Trying to shake thoughts of her ex from her head, Diana reassured herself that every signal Joe had given her had proved he wanted to do this. Finally, she nodded her head.

Wasting no time after getting her consent, Joe placed his lips around Diana’s clit and began sucking. Instinctively, her hips bucked into him, eager for more pleasure. Diana felt Joe smile into her skin, then a finger slid into her while he continued to suck and lick at her.  After some movement, Joe added another finger, pausing a moment to help her get used to the width.

Diana tried to clear her mind, looking down at the man between her legs. His fingers were moving inside of her, curling to hit a spot inside of her that she seemed rather receptive to the first time he hit it. A warm tension was pooling in the pit of her stomach as she tried to clear any insecurities from her mind. “Fuck..” Joe’s mouth drew another slow moan out of Diana’s mouth. She leaned forward, propping herself up on her elbows. “As amazing as this feels- fuck. I don’t think that I’ll be able to- holy shit!- finish this way.” Joe pulled his face away from her core, licking his lips and shaking his head. “I think you underestimate my determination,” he stated. Not breaking eye contact, he dipped his head back down and placed another kiss on her clit and added another finger to the ones busy between her folds.

Joe’s hands and mouth continued in unison to work their magic until moments later when tension in her core began to build towards a peak and her body convulsed. She brought her hand to her mouth and bit down lightly as Joe’s teeth lightly grazed her clit. He used his free hand to rest against her hip bones, trying to hold her in place so he could help bring her to climax. Releasing her clit from his mouth, began to move his fingers with more purpose, trying to match the pace that Diana was trying to set. 

“Fuck. Fuck! Joe, I think I’m going to-” Diana was cut off by her orgasm. Joe continued to pump his fingers into her as he peppered kisses on her forehead. Warmth radiated through her body, starting at her core and rippling from her head to her toes. “That’s right, baby. Just let it happen,” he encouraged as Diana let herself give in to the sensation. 

Taking a deep breath and opening her eyes, Diana was staring into Joe’s blue eyes. “Thank you. I promise you did not need to do that” Diana whispered, trying not to let her nerves get the best of her. “I didn’t have to, I wanted to,” his response helped ease her worries. “Besides, I didn’t want to not live up to what was advertised,” he joked, referencing the interview Ja’Marr had given. Just then, the doorbell rang indicating that the pizza they delivered had arrived. 

An hour later, Joe and Diana had devoured an entire pizza and had spent the entire time deep in conversation. Trying to avoid bringing up what just happened, Diana kept the topics focused on friends and growing up. She learned about Joe’s parents and his brothers and heard what it was like to grow up in a relatively small town in Ohio, while she told Joe about how she grew up in Philadelphia, her mom leaving before she turned 10, and her dad passing away a few years ago. It felt almost relieving to have someone ask questions about the things she actually cared about.

It wasn’t long before Joe’s phone started ringing from its spot on the coffee table. Joe stood up and walked out of the room to take the call. It was a quarter till six, meaning that Joe’s flight left in less than 5 hours. Diana’s head began swimming with contradicting thoughts, sad that he had to leave soon and fear of what that meant.

When Joe ended the call, he walked back into the room, looking at his phone. “Apparently, I should leave in no more than ten minutes to make it back in time to pack for our flight. I guess I should leave” Joe looked just as conflicted as Diana felt. “Will I get to see you again?”

Diana felt her heart start beating harder than it ever had. This man was a fucking dream. “Yeah, that’d be cool. I’d like that,” Diana nodded, walking Joe to the door. 

“Cool. I had a really good time today,” a smile covered Joe’s face when Diana turned a deep red. “I’m willing to repeat it anytime,” he said with a wink.

Diana shoved Joe slightly, arriving at the front door. Joe engulfed her in a hug, placing a kiss on the crown of her head. 

“But seriously, I would like to hang out again. I’ll text you, okay?” He was looking down at her now, smirk still on his face

With a nod, Diana pushed herself onto her tiptoes to kiss him goodbye. Making sure she locked the door behind him, she raced to her phone to send her sister a text.

Sending the message, Diana couldn’t help to smile to herself. She wasn’t quite sure what she wanted from this relationship with Joe, but she knew for sure she wanted more of it.

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Sorry for the delay, I just couldn't get this chapter right! Hope you all enjoy! If you've read this far, please let me know what you think, even on anon!

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Taglist: If you'd like to be added, let me know!

@therapycat21 @rd14 @wickedfun9

[missamyrisa2]

may i pose a couple of suggestions for your consideration:

tickling a cute boy wearing nothing but his boxers, teasing him as he’s reduced to a giggling mess, all the while you watch him get harder and harder through his boxers as your tickles and teases turn him on?

or, similarly…

tickling a giggly girl wearing nothing but light colored panties, making her squirm and laugh while you watch her panties darken as she grows wetter and wetter, getting all hot and bothered by your teases and tickles?

I adoreeeee both of theseeee~!

Though admittedlyyyy I reallllly reallly find it soooo adorable to make a boy get all helplessly stiff in his cute undiesss~ like especially if you have some silly design or pattern that I can trace and compliment with a giggle~

I'll just prop my head up with one hand and give you the most sasssyyyyy of snickers as I take my nail and tickle along the bellyyy and waistline, going from navel to happy trail and skittering along the chest buttons and ribssss ~ pausing to wiggle my single ticklyyy finger tauntingly before going back in ~ such a cutieeee getting all wiggly and worked up from my one lil finger~ awwww and what's thatttt? pitching a tent in those cute boxers huhhh? Are you my tough lil boxer? Getting all squeaky and silly from your ticklesss~ sooo sweeeett~ aww does it feel good? If I run my nail around your waistband, hip to hip? Oooh your undies are starting to fit so funny aren't theyyy? Does your cute prince part want to come out that door? Yeahhh? What if I tickle your bellybutton with kissiess mmm? mmuuah muahhh ~ Will that open the door? Tickle tickle tickle? Awww coochie coooo ~~ knock knock knock~ oooh I see him peeking outtt~ will my nail fit in that little opening? Oooooh tickle tickle on your peeeepeeee~!! Don't squirm ~ don't try to fight it ~ I'll just tickle you down there moreee ~ I'm in your dooor and there's noooothing you can do about itttt! Oooh and if your little prince comes out it's gonna be feather time mmmhmm I have my stifff red feather right here and I'm gonna get that prince sooooo baddd ~

Don't try to hide him nowww~ I'll tickle you moreeee ~ Kissessss on your thighsss mmhmmm ~ wiggly ticklyyy fingers on your sidessss oooh and your feet~ maybe the feet will do ittt~ can the feet do ittt? Yeahhh? Nooo? awww, feel gooood? Looook at that look at youuu goooo ~ sooo buckyyy~ is the button for hip thrusts under your toesss? Tickle tiiiickle~ you can scrunch em all cute like that, scrunch allll you like I'm not stoooopping~ not till I get you to poppp! Oooh look at thatttt did I give you a boneyyyy mmmmh? I see that tippy tipppp! You know what that meanssss~ ooh yes, it's feather tickles for your cuteeee royal rodd yessss mhmmmmm but you're not cumming noooooo noopeee~! Naughty naughty boyyyy getting all worked up from my ticklesss! Tickle mama punishess mmmmhmm yes she does ~ punishments for naughty giggle boyssss~ My red feather will make a good boy outta youuuu! We just take the sofftttt stiff tip and take it riiiight up your underside. Oooh yes, trace the vein, fan the tipppp~ Awww does it tickle soooo much? Such an itchy itchy tickle huhhhh~ but you don't get to cum noooope nope nopee~ just tickles for youuu naughty boyyy~ still in your cute boxers toooo~ let's just tickle them hippsss and thighssss with my nails and oooh I'll keep ms feather riiight there on that hot spot under the tip ~ ooh yes I know about that spottt~ tickle mama knowssss tickle mama alwayssss knowws what to do with naughty naughty boys who can't control themselvesss~<33

(I'll write the girl one toooo if someone wantsss~)

[sillyoverload]

mommy’s girl

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Abby Anderson x Fem! Reader

warnings: smut with basically no plot..,degrading, manhandling,pet names (sweetheart,baby,princess), oral (r!receiving ),strap on use (r!receiving), squirting,edging (??)

a/n: ty for the follows xo

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“get on the bed slut”, Abby barks at you and you can see it in her eyes that she isn’t taking your attitude anymore your body quivers as you stumble onto the bed, and almost immediately you feel Abby’s hand’s on your waist pushing you down, “i’ve had absolutely enough of your attitude princess. you are gonna lay here and take what mommy gives you because you’ve been a bad girl.”

she pulls your laced underwear down and pushes them off your legs, she lays on her stomach with her hair now back in a messy bun she takes her hands and forces your legs open to get a look at your wet cunt, you whimper as she places a soft kiss right on your clit, you feel her smirk against your cunt as she starts to eat you out with her arms wrapped around the underside of your thighs, softly playing with your tits.

your body quivers as you beg her to go faster “Mommy p-please, go faster n-need it so bad” she just chuckles into your cunt as she starts to go slower in the most delicious way possible tha your hand came down to grab at her messy bun, your eyes start to water as she mocks you “awh are you crying for mommy princess? i dont care you whore cry harder, you asked for this sweetheart.”

your stomach starts to feel twisty and hot, you cry out “g-gonna cum!”, abby stops her motions and sits up, “nuhuhuh princess, you only cum when mommy tells you too, okay sweetheart?”, your eyes start to watter as you whine out “y-yes mommy..” , “good girl baby..” she lifts your hips up and you feel the cold silicone of her strap against your clit you let out a gasp and arch your hips into her

she grips your hips with a grip you were sure was gonna leave bruises but that only made you wetter, she pins your hips to the bed and angles her dick at your entrance and she manhandle your hips to flip you onto your stomach and made your back arch as she abruptly shoves it in you that your body trembles and you let out a shaky gasp as you grip the bedsheets

she starts to set a bruising pace into your cunt your body jiggles and trembles as you start to cry and whimper, “mommy., please,.” , “do you even know what you’re begging for baby? are you so braindead already? you are so fucking cute princess, keep begging for me sweetheart.”

she grabs your wrist to pin your hands to your back and slaps and grabs at your ass at it claps against her hips, she groans and starts to set a more harsher pace which made her tip hit your spot over and over which sent your body into a overload as your body trembles and you let out cries and pleas, your vision blurred with tears as you are overwhelmed with the pleasure of feeling her dick hit all the right spots

“cmon princess take this dick baby you are sooo fucking cute sweetheart, cum for mommy baby.”

your body convulses as your orgasm hits you, tears start to flow down your cheeks and your mascara starts to run as you tremble and shake against abby as she continues to thrust into you, your vision starts getting blurry and filled with white spots as she keeps hitting your spot over and over again and it feels so good your body starts to shake even more as your body releases warmth and abby keeps thrusting slowly as she chuckles, “you squirted baby such a gooood slut for mommy huh?, lets get you cleaned up sweetheart.”

[romanestuffsposts]

It’s Picnic season where I live 🥳 maybe stucky takes the reader out to a park to play and have a picnic? Maybe she falls asleep in the car on the ride from being tired out from a great day out 🥺���️

Hi there love! 💜

This is sooo lovely, thank you so much for sharing such a cute request!

I hope i'm not too late for picnic season 💗

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : food, picnic, fluff, lots of love, kisses, pet name,

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : The most perfect evening with your Daddies

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"You wanna help Papa and Daddy caring the things until we find a nice place ?" Your Daddy peers down at you and you happilly nod "yea!!"

He chuckles and gives you the blanket so you can carry something who won't exhausted you too much. You wrap the blanket around you and follow your Daddies around the parc. You're happy because you will spend a perfect evening in one of your favorite place with your favorite persons and you will see the sunset, something you never saw before.

Your Daddies hesitate because it means staying up late outside but decided that for that one time, you'll be okay.

"how about here ?" your Papa asks as he stops walking. You take a look around you, gaze the beautiful fountain with the soft and sweet sounds that comes out of it. You love the big tree who is falling above you and the fact that there's not many people around is adding to your decision.

You bite your lips and grab the blanket who is on your shoulders, you throw it on the ground and then fall on it with a big smile.

"i think that means yes" your Daddy chuckles before falling on the blanket too. Your Papa smiles and sits down beside you. "let's get our things out"

You help them getting everything out and smile at each food or drinks that came out of the basket. You didn't know what was in there, your Daddies wanted it to be a surprise but of course you knew it would be things that you love.

You start by grabbing your favorite fruit and immediately bite in it making your Papa chuckles "don't wait for us" he jokes, rolling his eyes playfully. You giggle and take another bite.

"did you had a good day with Wanda and Sam ?" Your Daddy asks as he takes a bite in his sandwich. They were called by Fury for a meeting with some others members, so they rushed to the tower with you under their arms and gave you to Wanda and Sam who weren't needed at the meeting.

You didn't asked what happened behind the closed doors because you wouldn't have understand much anyway. You just made sure that they were okay which was the most important thing for you.

"was gooood!" you exclam making them smile "uncle Sam said many things I didn't understood tho" you frown as you think of it.

Your Daddies laughs and shake their head "doesn't surprise me" your Daddy jokes causing him to have the elbow of your Papa in his ribs "ouch! hey I was just joking"

You laugh beside them and happilly take the drink your Papa is giving you "you need to stay hydrated"

You nod and drink a little bit before looking for something else to eat "the sunset would be here soon, babygirl' your Daddy informs.

"and as soon as it disappear, we go to bed" your Papa teases and this time it's you who roll your eyes playfully

"i'll still have my story ?" you shyly ask as you grab one of your Papa's sandwich. Your Papa sweetly smile and kisses your temple "of course you'll have your bedtime story, princess" he reassures you.

You let yourself fall on your Papa's laps and take a huge bite of his sandwich while he's busy talking with your Daddy. This one gasp as he looks down at you "how dare you!"

You bite your lips and giggle. You scream from laughters when his fingers dig into your belly and sides. You squirm on his laps and close your eyes from the huge feeling.

"Papaaa" you laugh and he just chuckles above you. It's your Daddy who save you by grabbing you and protecting you in his arms. You sat between his legs, your back against his chest as you try to recovery.

"here!" your Daddy points at the horizon after an hour of being here. You talked and laughed a lot as you waited and now is the real moment, the moment you were waiting for.

You gasp and pull away from your Daddy, you fall on your stomach and rest your chin in your palms. The different shades are the best thing you've ever seen in your whole life. The colours dancing with each others as the sun disappears is really beautiful.

Your eyes sparkle at the view and you bite your lips with the biggest smile you could make.

Your Daddies's heart melt at your happiness and they smile through it all. They can't keep their eyes off of you, not even to watch the sunset. Their most beautiful view is you, not the sun.

"Again!" You yell happilly as you keep gazing the now dark sky. Your Daddy lifts you in his arms and kisses your cheek "there's nothing more for tonight baby" he explains "the sunset is only one time each day, right before night time"

You pout and whine "but I wanna watch it again" you complain. Your Papa clicks his tongue in his mouth and tap the tip of his fingers against the tip of your nose "get ride of that little pout, princess." he warns "or else we won't be doing things like this anymore"

Your shoulders drop and you hid your face in your Daddy's neck. It's late and you're really tired which your Daddies know, that's why they didn't get mad at you.

"let's go back home now, hum ?" your Daddy whispers and you nod your head, your eyes already closed. Your Daddies get back the things together and then head for the car who is parked not too far.

They sweetly smile and quietly chuckle when they hear your cute little snore from the backseat as Steve drives back home.

‘’What a cutie’’ Steve chuckles as he thinks about their wonderful evening. Bucky laughs and agrees ‘’she’s something else, that’s for sure’’

They love teasing you about not being like others or calling you weird from time to time but they really love that side of you. They can’t imagine you without that part.

‘’She’ll get mad tomorrow morning if she understand that she didn’t had her bedtime story because she was already asleep’’ Bucky points, sighing.

‘’She really is a princess when we think of it’’ Steve jokes ‘’she won’t be mad because she knows she’ll have two bedtime story tomorrow since she didn’t had one tonight’’

Bucky nods ‘’I hope’’

‘’She’s too cute for us to say no to a second story anyway’’ Steve playfully rolls his eyes, the sentence is following by quiet chuckle

You smile at that, he’s totally right on that point

[iwaasfairy]

OOOOOH MY GOOOOD

Fearless, Stupid was too good!!! I can't get it out of my head, fairy I love you too much!!

I just can't help imagining Geto finally coming back to see the two bite marks on "his" omega! And poor omega looking after Itadori after all this time, my poor baby💜

HEHHEHE You guys asK AND I AM HERE yk I’m the fairy godmother for all things grimy gorey and plain naSTY that’s my role on here hpdhjfjfjgg ˁ̡̡̡∗⁎⃙ ̫⁎⃙ˀ̡̡̡ ̩˳♡⃝

So are we thinking geto will be jealous, mad or something else ?,,, poor baby reader is probably gonna be in for one when he gets back :/ he was sooo looking forward to reuniting with his little captive too. and he can’t exactly go against his higher ups (not outright at least),, me thinks he’ll find a way though he’s not one to give up without a fight

and pLS I ! I feel so bad for poor omega, all she wants is some kind touch and the one person who could give it to her is just out of reach. she’s lowkey pining something fierce,, sucks that there’s absolutely no way that itadori’s gonna come save her. right? righhhtt?

[eaglebow09]

My OC (Anya x Revali) Playing with some shading options on Photoshop. Would love to shade the comic this way but it would take sooo long. But it looks really nice. Ugh!

Here is a drawing of Revali and Anya at the Champions Ball, which is an event in my webcomic, however this particular scenario is quite a ways into it and yet to be penciled out.

I have him slightly more flirtatious and forward than I may have him on the dance floor, but I couldn't resist.... and how could she??? haha

Anyway all the champions are supposed to start out the Ball with having the first dance and it seems Anya was available.

Looooove this cover of Dua Lipa by this guy. His stuff is so gooood. I couldn't help but have some fun just listening to something a little more up beat. And the male cover is perfect for Revali's perspective in my comic.

[tytarax]

Hi :”D

Now I'm thinking about a reader (sorry, as an introvert with social communication problems, I'm horrified, as I worked in a store for so long) who used to work in a service industry like a grocery store (taking «mental damage», fatigue, stress, sensory overload from working with people) and Zamasu (any, regular or yandere)

And all their communication literal:

Reader: your desire to destroy humans by genocide of the galaxy is disgusting

Zamasu: you…..

Reader: but where were you before when I was working and socializing with people? I was ready to beat them all up right in the workplace

Zamasu: …wait what….

Hey there!

Oh don't worry, I get you

This idea is gooood

Working in the service industry was more than just a job; it was a constant battle with fatigue, stress, and sensory overload. Sooo.... when Zamasu meets Y/N... let's just say that he didn't expect that.

The world had changed in a flash, the once bustling cities now lay in ruins, silent and empty. Zamasu's wrath had wiped out humanity, leaving only a handful of survivors scattered across the world. One such survivor, Y/N, navigated the desolate streets, scavenging for supplies and avoiding any signs of danger.

Y/N, who had once worked in the service industry, found an odd sense of peace in the silence. The constant noise, the endless interactions, the forced smiles, and the rude customers were all memories of a past life, now replaced by a haunting tranquility. Yet, there was a bitterness that lingered, a frustration that had never quite left.

As Y/N rummaged through an abandoned grocery store, the sound of footsteps echoed through the empty aisles. She tensed, gripping a makeshift weapon tightly in her hand. Turning a corner, she came face to face with none other than Zamasu, the architect of humanity's destruction.

His gaze was cold and unyielding, but Y/N met it with a mixture of defiance and curiosity.

"Your desire to destroy humans by genocide of the galaxy is disgusting," Y/N stated flatly, her voice echoing in the empty store.

Zamasu raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting such a direct confrontation.

"But where were you before," Y/N continued, cutting him off, "when I was working and socializing with people? I was ready to beat them all up right here."

Zamasu blinked, clearly taken aback. "…wait, what?"

Y/N let out a dry laugh, shaking her head. "You think you're so righteous, wiping out humanity for their sins. But you missed the everyday struggles, the little wars we fought just to get through a day. The constant noise, the entitled customers, the sensory overload—do you have any idea what that does to a person?"

Zamasu stared at her, his expression shifting from confusion to a strange form of curiosity. "You hated them as well?"

"It's not that simple," Y/N replied, her grip on the weapon relaxing slightly. "I hated the way people treated each other, the way they treated me. But I didn't want them dead. I just wanted it to stop. I wanted a break."

Zamasu stepped closer, his gaze intense. "And now, do you find peace in this silence?"

Y/N looked around the empty store, the broken shelves, and the dust-covered floors. "Peace? Maybe. But it's lonely. And it's not the solution you think it is. Killing everyone didn't solve anything; it just created a new problem."

Zamasu's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

"You talk about justice and purity, but you don't understand the complexities of human nature," Y/N said, meeting his gaze. "People can be terrible, but they can also be kind. They can learn, change, and grow. You took that chance away from them. And for what? To prove a point?"

For a moment, Zamasu seemed to ponder her words. The silence between them stretched, heavy with unspoken thoughts.

"You are an interesting mortal," he finally said, his tone less harsh. "Perhaps there is more to your kind than I realized."

Y/N shrugged, turning back to the shelves. "Maybe. But it's too late for that now, isn't it?"

Zamasu didn't respond, watching as Y/N continued her search for supplies. In the quiet of the aftermath, two unlikely survivors stood together, each grappling with the weight of their own existence.

And for the first time, Zamasu began to question if all the mortals were the same

Masterpost

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[fraternum-momentum]

How do u draw so good. Like ur drawings feel so solid and juicy,,,,very curious how u draw bodies so well and not make the poses look awkward. I also like it when i see ur art i can tell u had fun in making it. Any tips?

be horny as shit, hope this helps 👍

lmao jk (i think) but one thing i did notice is that i hate drawing ppl just standing. Like doing absolutely nothing, not even walking or some shit. My knowledge in anatomy just goes out the window the moment a character is just standing there ominously. so idk make them do something interesting?? Also I avoid straight lines like the plague bc my hands are kinda shaky, but it helps in more dynamic stuff so.

As for posing, study Gian Lorenzo Bernini's work ! His shit is OUGH it's so AUHGH it's fucking UAOHGHHHH

LOOK AT THAT. LOOOOK. WHAT THE FUCK ITS MAJESTIC?????????????? Everything looks like it's floaty and shit it's so magical to me. And look at the C L O T H. bro how???? HOW???? HE DOESNT EVEN HAVE CTRL+Z. That mf just carved that shit on marble what in the actual fuck.

'Il Ratto di Proserpina' is probably his most known work AND FOR GOOD REASON??????? THAT SHIT IS THE JUICIEST OF JUICES ITS SCRUMPTIOUS DELICIOUS. A WHOLE ASS (hah get it) BUFFET. BRO ATE THAT SHIT UP LICKED THE PLATE CLEAN AND ATE THE FUCKING PLATE IDK BUT YEA IT'S GOOD, ITS GREAT, IT'S COOL. Like you can feel how the skin and muscles react when a body part is being gripped, it's such a subtle thing but it adds SOOO much to it like it was already a 100 but that shit brings it to fucking 10000000000 idk dude its rlly rlly good.

Also don't tell me that this man was innocent. Bro was filthy. He was out there depicting gods and saints like this:

AND THE CHURCH JUST LET IT PASS. I mean I'm not complaining its great stuff but damn that nun is just nutting bro. and the best part is...

THERE'S ANOTHER ONE.

2 NUNS. 2 NUNS NUTTING.

I present to you 'Estasi di Santa Teresa D'Avila'.

I remember in class the teacher told us that she was receiving gods blessing or something idk I dont remember it much but the gist of it was that saint Teresa felt ecstasy during that moment. And yeah, she was recieving god's blessing alright, look at her, she passed out and everything. Goddamn, I want a piece of god's blessing too.

In conclusion, he knew what he was doing.

Also, this might be a hot take but Michelangelo's David? I dunno, kiiinda overhyped but Bernini's David??????????

OUHHHHH THE EXPRESSION. LOOK AT THAT POSE. YOU CAN FEEL THE WEIGHT OF IT OUGHHHHHHHH soooo good so fucking gooood.

And this man is the defenition of extra, look at this fucking chair that he made.

He did not need to go that hard on a chair but guess what? he fucking did. Gian Lorenzo Bernini NEVER missed.

[little-birdseeker]

Getting ready for the ball

Just some short story I head the idea for, featuring @tivalon, a dear friend of mine <3

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"Aaand? Whaaat do you think, does it look gooood? Does it fiiit properly?" "It is fantastic as always, Isabelle. You sewed that yourself, didn't you? But if you ask me like that, I have to admit once again that a little bit less-" "A liiittle bit leeess cleavage wooouldn't hurt, I know,” Isabelle sighed. “And Iii am telling you that-” “That one should show what they have got. It's just some well-intentioned advice from my side, but you certainly know better how you want to dress yourself.” Tivalon knew the little Miqo'te and her view of things. And as long as she didn't have any catastrophic ideas of what to wear, he wouldn't have to intervene - if that ever would happen. After all, she was the expert when it came to dresses.

 “Eeexactly! But it doooesn't have to be aaany more than this!” she added, before adjusting her cleavage once more. Tivalon just smiled as he watched her. It was the typical behavior  of Isabelle. And to be honest, he would not want to have it any other way. He didn't know anyone that came even close to her, and if he was honest, he couldn't imagine there being anyone at all who was similar enough to Isabelle - if at all.

"Once you're done with that earthquake there, shall we start moving? Otherwise I fear we might miss the whole ball.” “Yeah yeeeah, just giiive me a minute! It always takes sooo long until eeeverything fits when you put on suuuch a dress! It's nooot as easy as it looks!” She took one last quick look at her dress before quickly following her friend.

“Well, everytime I went with Lina she was definitely quicker than you. You could probably learn something from her”, Tivalon teased the Miqo’te with a smile. “Well sheee doesn't have to fight with her boobies!” In response, the gentleman just laughed amiably - his friends pouting was just too cute. He briefly stroked her head reassuringly. “Oh, you know, I'm just teasing you. Well then, shall we? The ball is waiting!”

[woodsfae]

B5 s03e06: Dust to Dust table of contents • previous episode

Lame that there are so many insubordinate soldiers under Sheridan's command!

Bester, my best guy <3 This should be a delightfully creepy episode! Psi horror! I love him so much. His threatening vibe is sooo gooood. Hope Lyta stays safe!

Did Stop Falling On Me guy just do a murder? 

The new opener is so good. Maybe because I always watch this show high, but it is so excellent. 

Casually discussing my best guy's murder! I will be fair to them. Bester is a murder-danger-level threat. But he's also the war criminal who has my heart. I want to squish him. Like a stuffed animal.

Vir! And awww, don't be mean to him, Londo! His Minbari robe of welcoming looks much more comfortable than Centauri clothes. 

Londo: "Do they speak of me often?" Vir: "Only behind closed doors."

lmao?? I can't believe that only a season ago I was fully "meh" on Vir, and now I would kill for him ^_^

Telepathy accident? Strange. I like strange medical mysteries, but B5's seem to tend to be extra tragic. I don't trust 'em not to be tearjerkers. 

Oh my goddddd. Is Susan about to murder Bester with the station? She was! but for Sheridan's interference. tsk. well, probably the rational choice. But I support Susan Ivanova no matter what. 

lol Bester, being hit with a feeling of strong personal danger. I should say so! 

Delenn's non-murder solution is blocking Bester with Minbari telepaths! This must be so unexpected for Bester. And it is also unexpected for me! Delenn has this kind of pull still? Or again? I love that for her. However, it does tell Bester that they know things they're lowkey desperate to keep him from knowing. Hope that doesn't come back to bite them later!

What a good set-down by Sheridan. Doesn't faze Bester a bit, though!

Dissection of Talia? Fuck thaaaat. And Susan stays so cool! She's so badass, damn. And right after her murder attempt was thwarted. She has iron emotional control. 

Bester: "You choose not to trust me. That's sad. And unfortunate. But unlike the rest of you, I have no intention of letting it get in the way of my work. Doctor. Trust, Captain. You should try it some time. The [telepathy inhibiting] drug requires three hours to take effect. See you in four. Perhaps then you'll all be a little less hysterical, and little more productive. I'm here to save your butts! Next time: show a little gratitude." Dr Franklin: "On the other hand, maybe wounding him isn't such a bad idea after all."

Lol!! I love Bester so much. He's such a pragmatist!! And it certainly got the point across that he's here to cooperate over a case.

The Drazi seem to be occupying a similar sociopolitical niche in the show as the late Markab. Which gives me concerns for their long term prospective. Regardless, good for them, giving Londo and Centauri a hard time. Especially since Londo can't help but be a dick to the Drazi and the Narn on the way out. 

Vir has gained much confidence while he's been away. And he likes Minbar and his new assignment! He deserves some appreciation and respect. 

Awww Lennier, that's such a gentle denial for Vir's request that Londo visit Minbar for a mental health vacation. Is it just me, or is Lennier really developing a shiny backbone? He's come so far from the hyper-sheltered religious acolyte, and I'm glad he hasn't lost any of the stars in his eyes about Delenn. She is that cool. Vir has astonishing faith in Londo's goodness. I hope he's right one of these days!

This is a reasonable request for cooperative behavior. Bester wants help tracking this drug which allows for a high degree of mental assault with a high for the perpetrator, which usually permanently incapacitates the victim if they are also a telepath. sounds like someone's gonna use it in war! 

This person selling it to G'Kar says it turns the user into a telepath and lets them directly experience the life of the target. But it might not work on Narns. More Narnuan lore! There used to be Narn telepaths, but they were "exterminated." Brutal. By the Shadows, I wonder, or perhaps the Centauri?

If G'Kar ends up a telepath, that was not on my season 3 bingo card! 

Bester's giving a "there are existential horrors you never have to worry about because we take care of them before anyone knows they exist," and it's downright unnerving. How many chill-ass folks have they taken out for fear of what they could be capable of?

G'Kar's No Good Very Bad Acid Trip does seem to be coming with some sort of mental abilities, though not particularly controllable. And since it works on people who aren't telepaths, but turns on a telepathy gene (in humans), does it also turn every human who uses it into an active telepath? That'd be a huge reason for PsiCorps to want to contain it. 

Garibaldi working with Bester is highly effective and very extralegal, what with all the threats and civil rights violations. He's a bad influence on Garibaldi. He's already too inclined to threaten civilians, he doesn't need any encouragement of Bester's type. 

Even though Garibaldi argues with Bester about it later, he still goes right along with it while their detainee was present. Bad! Influence!

Bester: "The badge and the uniform do have certain advantages." Garibaldi: "Like intimidation?" Bester: "Absolutely. Just like your badge, and your uniform."

Exactly!! Love me a self aware villain.

Londo arranged for Vir to be appointed the Ambassador to Minbar because he didn't trust him. Didn't trust him to keep himself intact in Centauri's political climate, didn't trust him to make wise decisions for himself, and wanted to send him somewhere safe. And now he isn't trusting Vir's assessment that the Minbari are trustworthy potential allies. That's sad for Londo. He'd be making much better decisions if he would take Vir's advice.

Go G'Kar, go! Fulfill Londo's death dream! One can dream. 

Bester my sassy, amoral little guy. <3 His snark is such a good mixture of strangely wise, self-aware, inane, and troubling. 

Their fascist sonic weapon crowd control devices are super effective. At least they didn't use them on the Dockworkers Union, but that's a small at least. Don't like knowing they exist in universe. Statistically, now that they've been introduced, they're going to be used to commit horrible war crimes. 

Oh...I was so caught up in the euphoria of G'Kar potentially strangling Londo that I quite forgot about the Narn telepathy subplot. Well. Go G'Kar, go, anyway. I also support his telepathy plot. Good keeping it together while very disorientingly drugged! He might pull it off, except I'd be surprised if Londo knows anything of particular value. 

And he has so much more clarity inside Londo's mind! Compelling! Get him! Collaborating with Morden and the Shadows! Seeing the fuckin evil that Londo arranged on fucking purpose! It's meaningful for G'Kar to know, but like....with no proof will it do G'Kar any good? 

Interesting that G'Kar had far more control than the drug guy suggested, able to target memories and types of knowledge, before absorbing all of Londo's life.

Oh, grim. G'Kar's vision of his father and another Narnuan elder is a type of sorrowful that feels so extra heavy today. 

Is...G'Kar having a vision of Kosh?? Oh damn! Kosh is making moves while G'Kar trips hard! If that was Kosh, the voice is very different. 

I really. Really wanna give G'Kar a nice warm robe, and a vacation. And some rest. And a cute little roast animal for him to eat, snoot-first. 

Surprisingly soft interaction between Vir and Londo in the medbay.

Disappointed this went to trial! Let G'Kar Assault Centauri And Particularly Londo Mollari!

At least it's only 60 days in prison, I guess? I don't trust Babylon 5 prisons not to be horrific. 

Vir's hair is less cresty then usual, I feel. Or is somehow Differently Shaped. 

Hmmm. And some advice from Londo that's somewhat decent. When he chooses to use his brain, it works sorta ok. 

Bester says the Dust didn't work! Didn't produce one telepath of a reasonable strength! Go G'Kar, go! Of course PsiCorps was responsible for it. 

I really would not have guessed New Telepaths, Particularly G'Kar as a plot point in B5! I guess they sorta primed the pump with metamorphosing Matt Stoner's telepathy to empathy, elevating Jason Ironheart to a telekinetic high order being, and the other general mind fuckery, but that's cool! And I can't wait to see what they do with it. 

Overall, exactly what I've come to expect from a Bester episodes. And I love G'Kar, so I love this for him. And more Narnuan lore! I also enjoy that a lot.

next!

[lidatan]

I've got into Aruani recently, and they're sooooooooo gooood, the best ship, and I was curious, do you have anything AruAni merch related? Like zine, keychains, stickers, postcards? If no, from what artist would you like to have some? (if you see this question on others blog, it's just me asking my favourite bloggers)

Thank you for asked, anon, welcome fellow Aruani fan~ I'm so glad, and yes, they're the best ship ever 🥹🧡💛🫶

I have some recommendations.

1. Wanderlust : this project is a non profit travel zine sorrounding Armin and Annie's bond as they travel the world together, unfortunately it's already in production, but you can still buy the digital version.

Here's the link :

Twitter:

Tumblr:

@aruanizine

2. Sir, It's Time : this is an anthology focuses on ambassador Aruani. This project is a kind of collaboration between Japanese and overseas artists and writers, so it's available in 2 languages, Japanese and English.

The pre-order period Nov 15th-21st, you can check it here:

Twitter:

Book details:

Sample and link to order (please look the description)

3. I once bought Aruani fanmerch from this artist, and it was looks sooo good, she opened some leftovers aot fanmerch, I hope the Aruani one not sold out yet

4. Official merch :

- This one is a cute merch Armin hugging a pillow and there are Annie and female titan dolls on it, there are several variation merchs: keychain, pin button and standee, you can check it here:

- Cute merch Armin and Annie blushing in the confession scene :

- This is the best official Aruani merch, this one is a t-shirt, the front view illustration shows the scene where Armin conveys his feelings to Annie, you can check the details here:

- If you already have nendoroid Armin, please meet him with nendoroid Annie, so he won't be lonely and they cannot be separated:

- This is Sanrio merch in collaboration with aot, these are really cute and they have lots of variation merchs :

The deadline for pre order official merch maybe that some have already over and sold out, as an alternative way you can search on sites like https://jp.mercari.com/, Rakuten.co.jp, Toranoana, Amazon jp.

Hope you don't mind if I added list merch other than the category merch you asked, and for official merch, yeah they rarely make couple merch, they always make merch per character 🥲

There maybe some merch that I missed, feel free to add some if you know artist or official collaboration related to Aruani merch.

Hope that helps you, anon!

[itsdappleagain]

GUESS WHAT TIME IT IS??

THATS RIGHT IT'S TIME FOR THE STICKY RICE CAPER!!!

Alright, I'ma be honest here- there are a few episodes in CS which I just NEVER rewatch, and this one is kind of one of them. I don't know why. The start of Season 1 just never really invites me to click on it...BUT I DON'T KNOW WHY!

Every time I DO watch them I really like them!! So weird little mental block. ANYWAYS you know the drill by know let's get crack-a-lacking (or crackle lacking...his memories lmaooo)

WOO HOO our first caper episode!!! I love the caper formats- such a staple of the series (at the same time I wish we'd have gotten some deviation sometimes for...character based episodes or something but oh well).

OKAY HEY HI HAVE I GUSHED ABOUT THE INTRO ENOUGH YET BECAUSE I WILL NEVER EVER SKIP IT. ITS SO GOOD. THE BLACK AND WHITE WITH ONLY THE RED THE COOL BADASS MOMENTS THE AMAZING ANIMATION THE SCENE DESIGN HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

see the intro sets up a sort of mystery and finesse about carmen's character i wish we actually got more!! like she seems so mysterious but they infodump everything about her onto us in the first two episodes immediately. i promise ill stop complaining about the infodumping thing now though

okay also but the moment in the episode when it match cuts to carmen walking from the tower to the crosswalk its sooo fucking gooood

Carmen Sandiego Fun Fact: That guy who's Agent Zari's partner in Season 1 and shows up sometimes is actually not one guy but three identical ones who keep switching out

OH also the shift into color as she looks up godddd its so good i will talk about the intro more than the fucking episode

also the!! she does the thing from s2 e1 in the intro!!! in rio!!

the tone of voice she uses when she says "looky-loos" i didnt know that word could be kind of hot

i like how offended she sounds "I DID" djfdhasfdg shes like player of course i fucking did what do you think i am an amateur

calling vile sleazy is so funny as a kid (13 yo) watching for the first time i thought sleazy was kind of a bad word (its not) and it caught me so off guard

zack's first line....its so zack

ALSO i love the intro cards so much i didnt mention it last week (two weeks ago?) but theyre so fun

carmen: hey we've got a tail

zack: im going to shake my ass all night oh yeah

i love how little carmen is doing about the acme agents shes just like zack can we not :/ we KNOW she can do shit on boats, seeing as she clotheslined devineaux in s3 or whatever she did. threw a tree at him. what the fuck did she do to devineaux i dont remember

zack: HOW TO DRIVE A BOAT SAFELY (continues talking whilst not looking where he's going)

the background couple that gets doused with water twice as the boats go by and then are never acknowledged again are so funny why didnt they have more funny background moments like that jadshfgahdsgah

imagine if acme had actual projectile weapons like idk tranq darts carmen would be so arrested immediately

ivy did it first (talking about the suez canal)

love how ivy didnt need to have that beard on at all. really didnt honestly. she should have dressed in drag more actually i think

can you imagine the thoughts going through zari and jawline's heads when the frenchman turned into a 20 year old bostonian

THE BEARD WAS ONLY FOR THE CLOSE SHAVE JOKE.

how the hell did they scale the side of that boat

i like ivy's dumb orange cat energy in jumping 30 feet off of a barge without looking

i do agree with whoever else said they wished she'd gotten a better intro though. i don't think they quite knew what they wanted to do with ivy, and by the time they were like "hey maybe her thing with red drone is because she like builds stuff or whatever" they kind of. only got to relay that by having baby ivy go "hey we should give that lady a gun" in the boston tea party caper

the combination of three languages <3 never change ivy

"while i picked up carmen at the train station" okay so the river they're driving on is the river seine, right? its right by the eiffel tower as we see. fun fact: the nearest train station? 4 minutes away or less! cool detail

ivy definitely had time to get him food just saying . also still confused about why carmen took a train to paris but ive already hounded that detail last week so whatever

carmen completely blank faced saying "yum baguettes" to tease zack is so funny you didnt have to do that

i relish the intrigue and enthusiasm in carmen's voice when she goes "SO off to indonesia" we don't even see her face but she sounds so excited to go there agh

infodumping sections beloved. ive actually learned so much from them. we were talking about coffee and how it can be called java and i was like "OIHOOHOGFOGIHOOGOOGOG JAVA IS AN ISLAND IN INDONESIA HOME TO "THE BIG DURIAN" OR THE CAPITAL WHICH IS JAKARTA"

player: i have cool facts!! this is so cool!

carmen: i stopped paying attention five minutes ago actually sorry about that my thing now

so interesting btw that all records of acme agents are taken off of anything?? why dont they have identities anymore??

how?? did the cleaners manage to get crackle out if he "only woke up moments ago" which implies that someone like. watched him do that. moments ago. the cleaners just sliced a hole in the wall again like they do in s4 jkhfkhsadf

i like how devineaux thinks carmen would go after the gigantic blue diamond but also steal some more aussie shmuck's wallet AND his train ticket for good measure

the mints were suck a weird little thing to have devineaux have and i love that he had them?? idk if it was for the sole purpose of julia following them to the ACME Closet TM but theyre a cool little character thing that i kinda forgot about (bc the writers did too after the very start of the next season lol)

is crackle implying that he has crawled through sewer tunnels? is he referencing the shawshank redemption? is he referencing black sheep crawling through the drain pipes?

bellum is so funny "I AM LASER FOCUSED" (swimpes through fifteen unrelated tabs that are actively open) adhd icon

hey by the way why did she have missile launch sights and bomb tests and gun blueprints open. because. why didnt that ever go anywhere. i know she's orchestrated some of the most strange but also deadly capers in the show but. i. okay

"the student formerly known as black sheep"

PLS BELLUM IS SO SHORT

part of me wonders if shadow-san intentionally breaks up the height slant to make him feel out of place. if they wanted everything to look cohesive he would be sitting...maybe after malestrom. but he isnt, hes on the end and his height, in the lineup, is jarring compared to the slope of everyone else's.

mael also has some pretty good nicknames for her

love that one of their finest operatives is a year-in-the-field catgirl

the little silent laugh carmen does when zack starts reminiscing about how they met awww

r&d they make it sound so sinister. it means research and development

hello trailer scene. i love how carmen runs off screen for the trailer shot and then slows down to walk with them immediately because she actually has to be in the scene

the animation when she said "plan a" was so snappy

#feminism red drone is a she

(a bunch of lights flashing and making pew pew noises)

zack: STATE OF THE ART???!?!?!!

just kidding zack love ya

that tracking shot of red drone going through the lasers?? mwah

red drone out here with a strontium nitrate fire damn

what was their plan if someone was at the lab

that light moving behind them as they walk forward into the labbbbb

SEE theres the transition sentence for next ep!

what braincell of zack's saw a pile of white rice in a petri dish, first thought "that must be someone else's food" and then thought " i should eat this stranger's petri dish food"

also i am in love with how he just was about the bite down on the whole dish at once

the teeny tiny twitch of carmens teeny tiny nose as she sniffs the petri dish dahdjhdsdsg

cleo's capers: im going to steal four dresses >:)

bellum's capers: i will cause a famine for the entire population of the fourth largest country in the world and force them to either starve or submit to me via creating a monopoly of overpriced rice which is shit quality but their only choice, and will do so by releasing an untested superspore which hypothetically could mutate and wipe out all life on these islands if all goes wrong. teehee cat videos

zack and ivy's dialogue sounds like. you know when a teacher presents a problem and then in a really dumb vice they suggest an obviously bad solution? that

"we're thieves" ivy tomorrow you're going to tell a goat that your boss's name is carmen san jose and then almost die five times in the next week

ivy's so supportive. no braincells on planning but such a cheerleader /hj

here we see the majestic long-necked ivysaur stretching her neck for a leaf

pls zack looks so hungry and sad

"so vile can make a quick buck hehaha she has a surprise coming 😌"

she looks so hot when she jumps on the roof of the jeep and then jumps off a cliff. well right before anyway lmaoo

loook

ok just thought the glider mechanic was cool. anyway

VILE HENCHMAN WATCH THE FUCKING ROAD

"HYASSSSSS" tigress never change

i love that they kept the consistency in the boston bean caper that tigress wasnt there- just the gays

tigress free plastic surgery!! good surgery? no. but free

i love when cs does high motion shots and the background just becomes one streaky color

zack driving down the cliff so true actually

ivy saw carmen climb on the hood and jump off a cliff and did the same thing. ivy dont do that

i also love the consistency of ivy being able to pick locks. she's been able to since the boston molasses disaster caper

carmen almost falls off of very quickly moving vehicles quite a lot

yes i would thats why im asking pls this show

carmen isnt really so much protecting the face as dodging very quickly and hoping

the animation of the car swerving as the durian hits it 👌

i like how immediately ivy goes flying and ZACK COULDNT SEE THE WHOLE TIME??? HOW DID HE NAVIGATE THAT TURN

that weird "eYAHOO" ivy makes is playing my my head 24/7

vile ops constantly have carmen in situations where they could do anything and they just let her do whatever. tigress. you had her hands bound and she was under your control why did you kick her in the back

also i love how carmen is getting batted around all day but tigress kicks her once and she can't get up

ivy and jumping 30 feet into vehicles

ivy's voice when she shrieks about the durian is so cute

ok its 4:30am im sorry im gay

why are there so many roads that go to the same place

"sky rockets" what other kind are there

carmen u literally have a glider you could have NOT shot the tire and caused zack and ivy to almost crash and die

love how zack hits her with the car

me too honestly zack and ivy

HELP?

i like how the car is at normal speed but carmen is in slow motion at the same time

PLS THE TIRE TRACKS ON THE GROUND WHERE ZACK SWERVED

this episode doesnt even get to what specifically vile is doing for the caper until 16 minutes in and its still good i love it

zack and ivy changing the tire just like their racing days </33

what time of year is it that player was contemplating both new years eve and 4th of july

chase is like a bad parent like julia says something and then chase calls it her fault ihgahsgajds

the glare julia shoots chase jshdgsh

i love when she's sarcastic

the way she stares right at the camera when she says "details are lurking just out of view somewhere in the shadows"

OHHH THE MUSIC FOR THIS EP IS REALLY GOOD

why do they keep putting ivy high up. poor ivy

"tigress, you know the rules. but i will say them again for the audience's benefit"

fedora the explora!!!

that kick had to hurt so bad

just imagining carmen on her new phone on like. facebook tapping "unfriend"

the way carmen just takes tigress out wheeze

cat lesbian <3

this fight is honestly so good

POOR IVY

THIS FIGHT IS. SO. GOOD. I LOVE HOW THEATRICAL IT IS

the confused looks as they keep playing music kills mee

the curtsey and the way carmen just keeps lying there for a little while for the dramatics is hilarious

tiny layering issue

and here (and once more too lazy to ss it tho)

love how she lit that match with her finger

also love hot the fuse just gets eaten. no burnt rope only FIRE

i wonder where?? like under lock and key...where?? po box?? lol

poor zack hasnt eaten in a day

oNe jUmPy RoO

the please from mael...ugh

mr. crackle

the poor sad puppy noises gray makes in the chair jdgsahdgds

that mindwiper really honestly sounds like shes gonna just kill him. yeah crackle it wont hurt. we're gonna send u to live on a farm

CHIEF ON THE OTHER END GOING "again" THATS SO FUNNY

PLAN B

Okay sweet!! Solid episode. See ya next Saturday wink wink its not 5am on sunday i promise i didnt stay up for 5 hours doing this

[missamyrisa2]

Reading through your blog always makes me feel so needy, not gonna lie… I often imagine myself in those beautifully written scenarios!~

Could… Could you tickle my belly? And then down there too? 🥺 M-My pearl is all yours, ma’am… Please be gentle…

Awwww that's sooo perfectttt~~~ such an adorable wanttttyy thingg huh? Your little pearlyyyy wants attention? Oooh you naughty naughty gigglebuggg~ you know I'm gonna make you bloooom~ you're gonna be wanting it sooo bad and yetttt I'm gonna make you talk about we're gonna have such a fun girly conversation as I back you up waving my feather and scrunching my wiggly fingers at youuuu~ don't try to hide itttt ~ oohh would you look at thatttt you're lifting your shirt for meee did you realize ittt?

You can't help it can ya~ you just love your tickles sooo much~ yes I know you were busy with work but darlingggg that's boring ~ you need to pay attention to me and what I'm doing to your body~ oh it's fineee you can collapse like that all cutely against the couch~ I'll just snuggle up to youuuu like sooo ~ it's funny because someone might think you're the dominant one the way I'm cuddling around you and resting my lips at your neck ~ butttt you're gonna be teased to bitsss I promiseee~

Muuah muahhh kissiesss on your neck and colllar my cuteness~ get you niceee and overloaded blushyyyy so my fingers can squeeeze those sides and get some lovely squeaky gigglessss which is just gonna be perfect for my feather to lap up~ mmhmmm feather feather featherrrrrr~ you can squirm alll you like my feather isn't stopping you nonstop all day gigglerrrr~ you just don't quit huhhh? Look at all these giggliessss~ muuah muahhhh sooo many kissiesss for youuuu yesss let's get those gaspiesss let's raise your levels shall weee?

I know I knowwww I know exactlyyy what these tickles are doing to youuu ~ you're such a naughty wantttty thing aren't youuu? Sooo ticklish and sensitive and your button is just swelling up huhh? Gettting allll throbbbyyyy down there? Are you my throbby wobby? Yesss I know you want tickles right down there don't youuu~ but noooo tickle mama is gonna make you bloooom oh yes she issss yes she isss~

That's not giggly enoughhh~ you have to show my how much you wanttt it darling~ tell me~~ how often do you think about me tickling youuu? How much does it get your pearly all hot and bothered? Yeahhh? You tell me alll about itttt tell me how you want those tickles, how you just wanna beggggg for them and plead for me to make you into a completely melted gasping messsss~!!

Ah ahhhh~ nooope I know you wanna be naughty buttt let meee mhmmm just cooperate with me sweetheart ~ I'll just be taking theseee ~ nope your bottoms and your undies are no goood here ~There we goooo~ look at you with your girly pearl blooming like thattt mmmh let's just go down and inspect ~ tickle mama needs a loooksieee~

Awww does it tickle when I blow little puffs of air on your wanting button? Mmmm? Little invisible clouds fluffing on your throbbing royal button? Yeahhh you want kissies there tooo don't youuuu ~ sooo naughtyyyy ~ uh ohhhh uh oohh where's miss feather going? Where's she gonna goooo? Ooohhhh uh uohh~!! Right on your button oh noooooo!! uh huhhh how's that feel? Feather ticklesss riiiight down your pearllll and side to side and over and overrr and yeahhh tickle tickle tickle!! Don't worry darling darling darling I see your belly bouncing toooo we'll just put this lil finger riiight in your navel and keep your tummy company while miss feather paints up your pearl~!

Mmmh? You gonna? Yeahhh? Gonna gigglecum for me? Maybe the feather can do ittt can the feather do ittt? I think you like when you get tickled like this don't youuu~ awww does it feel gooood? Just the feather tippp tracing your button and my fingers spidering your tummy tum? How aboutttt my feather tracing your bellybutton and my finger liiiiightly tickling your wanting button?~ don't worry I'll be gentle gentle~ but I'm gonna getchaaa oooh yesss I'm gonna gitchie gitchie gooooo youuu~ just my lightest featherlight strokey stroke on your girly button and feather tickles all around your bouncy bellyyy~

and nooooww~ oh yesss ~ you're sooo in for ittt~ because now it's time for plussssh soft kissiessss ever soooo light riiight on your button~!! and don't you worry~ my thumbs will rub your sides and tummy all the way through and we're not stopping until we get that giggly girlygasssm~!!

[windsroad]

I didn’t think far enough ahead to give my current dai character the right name but it doesn’t matter bc no one will call her that anyway

I installed a mod today to give her the same hairstyle as my current pathfinder character it looks sooo gooood (I think it’s ciri’s hair from the witcher 3)

I’m playing a human mage, which I think best suits Katya even though she is a half-elf rogue (who is extra elfy thanks to elf atavism). She’s an arcane trickster and her father is a noble so human worked best and she uses int as her key stat instead of dex, so mage suits her personality more than rogue

Very excited about this. Modding dai has turned out to be fairly simple and very fun I’m gonna make everything so much prettierrr

Just need to figure out how to wear a ball gown by the time I get to wicked hearts. And if only I could stop her from walking like a gorilla in cutscenes… smh…