do the laundry they said

The trials and tribulations of having a boyfriend who wears nearly the same size in everything.

Imagine Sherlock doing the laundry

A/N: a Sherlock x Reader imagine. I have the second part somewhere but I don’t know if it needs it. Depends on how this fares. What do you think? Feedback is always welcome :)

Themes: A tiny bit NSFW. Crappy writing skills.

You lied on your belly, stretched along your bed while casually listening to your playlist and reading a fluffy-smutty fanfic on Tumblr.

“Y/N?” Sherlock knocked on your door first before twisting the knob with considerable silence. Your head turned to the direction of the door as you unplugged an earphone from your ear. “John’s doing the laundry. Clothes?”

“Oh, sure. Give me sec.” You said as you pushed yourself off the bed gave him a bin off clothes. “Here it is.” You smiled at him and his knees felt weak. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he smiled back at you, averting his eyes from yours.

“Er, yes, of course.” Sherlock took it and walked over to the sitting room where John was reading a book. He placed the bin down a bit soundly, just enough to get John’s attention.

John’s eyes went from the book, to the clothes pile, to Sherlock, then back to the book again.

“What’s that?” John asked flatly.

“Y/N’s dirty clothes.”

“And why is it here?” He inquired, turning a page.

“Because you’re doing laundry…?” Sherlock answered with a confused face.

“Nope.” John said. “I did the laundry last week and Y/N, the week before that. I believe it’s your turn.” He added.

“Er, no, I don’t think so.” Sherlock shook his head.

“Uh-uh. You’re not wiggling your way out of this one.” John chuckled, eyes never leaving the page. Sherlock frowned as he reflected on the situation.

“That’s a lot of clothes…” Sherlock pondered.

“Better get on with it then. I’ll head out for a bit.” John said as he placed the bookmark on the page he was reading. He closed the book and placed it back on the shelf. He took his jacket and slipped it on. “You kids behave while I’m away.” John snickered.

Sherlock scowled at John. The doctor has been aware of Sherlock’s attraction towards you. Although the detective says it’s just because you are ‘visually appealing’ and have ‘slightly above-average intelligence’ as compared to other people, John knew that Sherlock has got it bad for you. Caught him checking you out one too many times.

“Right…” Sherlock sighed as he took your basket and brought it to the dirty kitchen, beside John’s and his laundry basket. He eyed the washing machine, partly confused. “How do you-” Sherlock started pushing random buttons on the panel of the fully automatic but nothing was happening. “Oh, for the love of…” He sighed. Sadly, of all the things he knew, operating the washing machine was not one of them.

You were getting swayed to the plot of the fanfic you were reading and nearing the steamy bit of it. You bit your lower lip, smiling like an idiot and blushing like there’s no tomorrow. The story felt so alive that it was starting to affect your emotions too. The scenarios vividly illustrated in your brain making you feel heat pooling in your core. You unconsciously trailed your hand down your sex, cupping it to ease at least a tad of tension. Bucking your hips slightly, in need of friction.

And that’s exactly what Sherlock was seeing.

Sherlock stood still at your doorstep. When he decided that he was getting nowhere with the washing machine, he came to you for help. Your door was ajar, allowing him to peek through. He felt a throbbing sensation inside his trousers as his cheeks flushed scarlet.

“Sherlock!” You exclaimed as you saw him by your door. You fixed yourself in record time.

“I didn’t see anything! I swear!” He quickly reacted. But both of you knew that he was lying.

You were so embarrassed that you scowled at him. “What do you want?”

“The, er, washer-dryer is not working. I tried pressing random buttons but it wont turn me on- turn on!” He corrected immediately before muttering “shit.” under his breath. Your hands were covering your face, deflecting as much awkwardness as possible.

“Is it plugged in?” You asked. John has a habit of unplugging every appliance that isn’t in use.

“Ah…” Sherlock realized that it probably was unplugged. “I’m, er, going back… over there.” He awkwardly excused himself. “Sorry for disturbing-” his eyes went wide as he thought about the rest of his sentence and decided to cut it short. You groaned in exasperation.

“Could you just go away?!” You shouted and shut the door at his face. Locking the door this time, you dove onto your bed and buried yourself in the sheets. You stared at the ceiling, contemplating what happened and what impact this would have to your friendship. You needed to clear the air as soon as possible.

Keeping that thought in your head, you found yourself padding towards the laundry area. Where you’re positively absolutely one hundred percent sure that no surprises were waiting for you…

You couldn’t be more wrong.

Read Part 2

How I feel about the infamous “Dirty Laundry” scenes... And why Gibslythe didn´t deserve that shit

I honestly feel like the Dirty Laundry fandom has gone too far… People bullied a fanfic writer, someone who takes the time and effort to write about their favourite ship, who (probably) doesn´t get paid for doing so, for adding Gasolina and a reference to La Chancla to a fan story about two fake boyfriends who thirst for eachother in a Latin home for the holidays.

Most of us sang that song when it came out, even if we didn´t know what the lyrics actually meant (I didn´t know them when I was like 5 or 6) and la Chancla ™ was a threat to us if we misbehaved, even though practically anything could be a deadly weapon in a latin household.

My point is that they didn´t mean to do so in a offensive way. They didn´t try to say “Oh this is what a latin family listens to/does on a regular basis”. And you can read that in the story. It wasn´t played stereotipically, but you can read how Lance and his siblings started to feel united again with that song, or how you would shit bricks with a chancla threat (even though they´ll update the fic so those to aspects are left out/changed now)

As someone who grew up in a country where we hear this music genre everywhere and everyday, I felt identified, and happy when Lance and his family started singing this in the car. I felt nostalgic, reminding me of when my shit ton of cousins and I sang corny songs we´d never think of as anything sexual. And the clancla part hits right into my soul (bad joke, I know) and wins the award for “The scariest shit your mom can throw you at a 4 mts ratio while shouting at you for stupid dipshit you might have done”

Maybe some of you will look at it like it was rude, out of place, or down right racist, but as a latina, and as most latin readers, we found that hilarious.

And @gibslythe is a wonderful writer. We should be worshipping (or at least thanking) them for making what is probably the biggest fanfic in the Voltron: Legendary Defender fandom so far, specially to the Klance community (even if they have x10 more fanfics as any other ship).


We counted glow-in-the-dark stars with Keith, heard Lance sing “Hollaback Girl” while he was showering, danced to a balada while Lance was singing, laughed at how straight-forward Rosa is about sex, how Lance broke down in a mini-market with Keith watching, we even got to meet Abuelita and Sophia before Christmas. All while we watched how Keith and Lance try to understand eachother.

And I know this post won´t make the hate go away, it´s far too late for that, and I´m sad I haven´t heard about it before, but I want to make at least one person re-evaluate.

So thank you Gilbslythe, from the bottom of my heart, for all the emotions Dirty Laundry has brought to me and to every reader who enjoyed it. I wish you the best, and a warm hug to light up a day.

I awoke this morning to find no boxers or briefs this morning in my drawer. I looked at my wife and said babe, I have no underwear what happened. She gave me the sorry I have been busy and couldn’t do laundry excuse so she pulled her drawer out and said will these do for you? I was staring at a pair of sheer black panties with a red bow across the top. I shrugged my shoulders and said yea I guess they’ll have to do. Handed them to me with a smile on her face. She snickered after I slid them on and they had no problem covering me. The elastic band touched everywhere. As I’ve heard from her before she slipped out, a real cock would bulge not be suppressed… 😉

Anonymous said: Tall, muscular men are so attractive to me, especially someone as beautiful as Kylo Ren. ^^ I’m tall for a woman, but I know that Kylo would still be much larger in comparison because he’s so ripped. I mean, look at his robes straining against his chest! I bet that his hands are twice the size of mine, too.

Girl YES.

Originally posted by fatherfrancisco

I mean, look at those ARMS. Wouldn’t you love those hands engulfing yours & lifting you up to hug you? The man is tall as FUCK.

Originally posted by mrs-hux

anonymous asked:

Also monica and chandler said they were doing laundry when they were having sex

harry and louis were talking to each other telepathically like “should we reference that friends episode” “absolutely”


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Three months later Nova felt the first pangs as a contraction hit her. She leaned against the wall breathing hard.

“Mom are you alright?” Lennox asked looking up from the table where he was putting a puzzle together.

Grunting Nova held in the screams she felt building inside her “where’s everyone” she asked once the pain eased.

“Grandma’s doing laundry” Lennox said “want me to go get her?” he asked jumping down from his chair.

“Yes please” she panted turning around heading to her room.

Lennox took one last look at his mom before closing the door firmly behind him so that Juniper would’t follow him. Something was wrong. She was pale and sweating a lot. He ran down the stairs towards the laundry room “Grandma” he shouted upon entering “come quick mom needs you.”

lacommunarde  asked:

for the ship and argument topic prompt: Coldwave, who has to do laundry


Len looked up from the blueprints. Mick was standing in the doorway, wearing only pants, and clutching a pink shirt in his large hand.

“That’s a good color on you,” Len smirked. Mick growled at him, tightening his fist around the shirt.

“You turned all my stuff pink!”

“It was your turn to do laundry, I didn’t do anything,” Len said sweetly. “Did you remember to check for errant red socks before you started the cycle?”

“You son of a bitch!”

“Last week you shrank all of my sweaters. Consider us even,” Len said dismissively, looking back down at his plans.

I was tagged by @the-house-of-abrasax​ !

Five things in my bag

  1. iPod at 2 percent battery
  2. My new day planner
  3. Cat keychain/go-to knuckles
  4. A super old Lipsmackers
  5. About a million mechanical pencils for stabbing

Five things in my bedroom

  1. My knitted Batman with cape and booties (OF JUSTICE)
  2. The Girl With All the Gifts, for fourth reread
  3. Book on meditation that remains unopened
  4. Plastic dinosaurs we won at the arcade
  5. Honestly half the room is just Colin’s instruments?

Five things I’ve always wanted to do 

  1. Visit at least one country on every continent
  2. Learn how to dance the tango
  3. Master sign language
  4. Compose an original opera
  5. Open my ‘Edible Complex’ bakery

Five things that make me happy

  1. Coming up with a new writing idea
  2. Anything involving books
  3. Sleep-in snuggling
  4. Crashing ocean waves
  5. Untangling theories

Five things I’m currently into

  1. Vine compilations
  2. Hyena facts
  3. Cleopatra bios
  4. Bob’s Burgers reruns
  5. Is Diego Luna even real

Five things on my to-do list

  1. Apply for summer programs in Moscow
  2. Get funding for said programs
  3. Schedule my qualifying exams
  4. Do laundry on time for once
  5. Help run anti-inauguration events next week

Five things people may not know about me

  1. I almost adopted a child
  2. I’ve been slapped in the face while in full zombie makeup
  3. I love rings, but I only own one at a time
  4. I associate colors with specific textures
  5. My go-to fake name is Candy, and it is always believed.

I tag, if they’re into it: @sanjuniperose@seagodofmagic@sirensongofstorms​ and @references-available​ <3

Looking for WTNV blogs

My dash is dead. I tried asking for help from the necromancer down the street, but she said she was too busy doing laundry to reanimate the dead for me. Maybe you could help instead?

Things I’m looking for:

  • wtnv art
  • wtnv fanfic
  • Cecilos
  • wtnv quotes
  • That hoard of lizards that escaped the zoo last week. You know the one
  • wtnv text posts and theories
  • General wtnv weirdness
and i do believe it’s true

the nanny au continues! 
– Skye. Is. Thirsty.  Grant is the most perfect person in the whole world, and she’s really trying to work out the qualms she has with bedding and wedding the nanny.  There’s only one clear situation: she has to get a dog.

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i was making dinner when my dad walked in with this serious look on his face and said “i’m so scared the FBI is gonna show up…” so i looked up and was like “why?”

he kept on his serious face and said “well, while i was doing the laundry, a dollar fell out of your jeans and into the machine. now we’re in trouble for money laundering



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I was watching this movie in Spanish, with Spanish subtitles that NOBODY reads.

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Then I saw the scene where the narrator says, “Get in the box”, Milo said, “It’ll be fun”, he said.

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I couldn’t help but laugh when I remembered that picture, “do the laundry”, They said, “It’ll be fun”, they said. When I pointed it out though, everyone looked at me like I was an idiot…….They don’t understand me XD