just getting this out of my drafts

Shape Of You

Sebastian sends you a selfie after his workout.

Pairing:  Sebastian Stan x Reader  

Warnings:   Sexual content, Explicit Sexual, Oral Sex, Smut, Dirty Talk, Language, NSFW, Unprotected Sex (wrap it please), Sebastian Stan, Calvin Klein briefs

Word Count: 2,336

A/N: Yes I know I’m supposed to be working on chapter 6 of The Contest but let me explain.  So I was finishing up my first draft of Chapter 6 when Sebastian Stan happened…fucker goes and posts that locker room selfie.  I tried to ignore it, really I did but this scene popped into my head and it would not let me live until I wrote it down. So sorry (but not sorry).  This is a another quickie that I wrote at work so please ignore the typos and the writing.  I just had to get it out of my head so I could get back to Bucky…

Not sure who to tag so I’ll just include my Sebby smut sisters @evansrogerskitten @ek823 and @pearljamkaren 

If you want to be tagged in future Seb smut, just ask…there is more coming ;)  

Shape Of You

By marvelmom

Sitting in the lobby of the gym, you drum your fingers impatiently on your knee.

“What the hell is taking him so long,” you mutter to yourself as you pull out your phone and start tapping out a message.

I’m ready to go, everything ok?

You stare at the screen, waiting for a response.  Your phone chimes a few moments later.


Brow furrowed, you quickly type a response and hit send.

What’s wrong?!?

You bite your lip nervously as a flood of scenarios race through you head.  Your thoughts are soon interrupted by a picture flashing onto your screen.

You inhale sharply as you take in the image of your boyfriend, standing in front of a mirror in the men’s locker room wearing a scowl on his face and not much else.

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Things My Brother And I Have Said To Each Other’ sentence starters

  • What are they gonna do? Take my sandwich? This isn’t high school. 
  • Nothin’ like a good opossum. 
  • Do you remember when you dug a hole in the garden, sat down in it, and fell asleep? 
  • What if I just took a bite out of it? 
  • Help me get this fire extinguisher off, I wanna play jazz for the soul. 
  • My girlfriend and I are like you and Luigi. 
  • Sometimes you spout off some really good meme material, you know that? 
  • Your cat only screams to ward off the skeletons. 
  • For Christmas, can you get me one of those shirts that say “I eat ass” in Japanese? 
  • Half man… half skeleton… Skeleton man!
  • That’s not my arm, that’s my tongue. 
  • *in a European accent* ❛ Get up outta bed! 
  • Put me in one of your stories. Make me the pizza dude. Gay robot porn or not, just lemme be in your story. 
  • Why pay ten bucks when you can just pirate the thing? 
  • I can hear him bump into things while he walks around in the dark. 
  • *while petting a cat* What a soft doggo. 
  • Let me play my shitty RPG in peace. 

Vacation over…. went to work early on a Monday ✨ 

My desk at work is so clean but my desk at home is so messy lol I can’t even find the doge comic draft from my pile of thumbnails ;; I’ll just organize them when I get home

My snickers bars froze over while I was gone and they’re like rocks I can’t eat them hhhrgrhrgh it’s so cold

Skull-Kids! Comic Concept

Hello, here I am with a finished comic concept of how I want to present Skull-Kids! I started out with animated episodes, but since I wanted to update frequently, that would take way too long. However, I didn’t just want to make a comic, so I decided to figure out ways to use animation and panels together. This is what I ended up with.

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andreil going on roadtrips is literally??? just the?? warmest thing ever????? they werent able to do it before, for spring break, because of all the bad stuff that happened…but just imagine like sometime in the summer. for 2 weeks or so they get to be together, alone, free of worry leaving it all behind ((including kevin much to his distaste bc he didnt want to have the court so far from him but hes able to stick with his dad so its ok. also andrew pulled out the knives))

  • having just the road beyond them!!! they travel for hours with no real destination in mind, only the feeling of being able to be with each other like this 
  • with their fingers loosely laced together in the middle of the console and the windows down with the wind blowing through their hair. sometimes neil will stick his head out to really breathe in and feel his blood rushing because freedom is right here in front of him in the palms of his hands and it feels so good
  • andrew glances at him before turning back to the road again and his heart is clenching and burning with this entirely new feeling because neil still feels like a fucking pipe dream even though he is right there with him. and he always will be.
  • after a while they’d stop at a rest area, or maybe just the shoulder of an empty road. andrew would step out and go to neil’s side and lean against the hood of the car while lighting 2 cigs
  • they both breathe in the smoke while they lean back to stare at the starry sky which is extremely clear without light pollution, except its only neil doing so, because andrew is staring at him from the corner of his eye instead
  • the awe on neil’s face makes the realization hit him that he’d burn down the world if that meant nothing would ever be able to take this away from him again ((am i speaking about neil’s happiness, or neil with andrew? ;)))
  • this muddles his thoughts and almost melts his fucking brain, so much that he has to ask “yes or no?” and pulling neil in by the collar of his shirt when he whispers out a “yes. always yes.” and biting his bottom lip for the last of it in retaliation which makes neil smile against his mouth
  • they spend nights in shitty motels with junk food and candy surrounding them on their bed, courtesy of andrew
  • theyre wrapped in blankets like a cocoon and sharing kisses and nuzzles to necks and soft touches like hands running through hair, warm hands on the back of necks and sometimes barely-there fingertips grazing up and down arms when andrew is comfortable with it
  • neil will send a pic of them on the balcony with the sunrise behind them to the foxes’ groupchat and everyone dies from it. andrew is glaring at neil and flicks the ash of his cig towards him and neil just smiles
  • neil would want to go on runs in the morning, to stick to routine, to sometimes push away nightmares he had the night before, but in the end he will always come back to andrew because he knows he no longer has to be actually on the run. and andrew will be waiting for him
  • and he is, with takeout breakast and a 2nd cig in between his fingers for him, and the steadying presence with the feeling of home
  • they dont exactly have plans for their days, just whatever comes to mind and whats easy, either lazing about watching boring movies with andrew’s legs thrown across neil’s lap or andrew slowly taking neil apart bit by bit with hot hands and harsh kisses. it all works for them
  • ((once neil asked if he’d wanna go running with him sometime and maybe check out whats around and what to do and andrew just stares blankly at him like ‘are you kidding me’ and neil has the audacity to laugh))
  • and even after many years that pass they’ll still take these roadtrips, a lot of them on a whim just to get away from everything and to wrap up into each other and feel how they still fit together like 2 pieces of a puzzle even after all this time
  • until the end of forever
fall out of line

a/n: well, that happened.
prompt: it was just supposed to be a bunch of dad jokes about normalcy and adjustment
rating: k/general audiences
cw: she/her pronouns for pidge in this one.

carefully we’re placed for our destiny

She could hear their overlapping laughter in her earrings, though there’s no doubt in her mind that comm links or no, she would still have heard Lance whooping loudly from inside his lion.

What she would give to have her father see them now - four young Earthlings piloting the lions of Voltron to wrestle, chase, and tag on the impromptu courtyard of the castle’s temporary base. Allura smiled as Coran ducked out of range of a falling paw, yelping when Hunk barely missed him a second time. He was bent forward, hands braced against his knees, and breathed a tired, “I’m getting too old for this,” into the comm link. She watched the green lion slink up behind him, tail flicking soundlessly as its large frame dropped low to the ground without shaking it. There was a short feed of Pidge chuckling before she moved the lion’s head forward, bumping its nose against Coran’s back and sending the older man stumble forward in a fright.

Coran spluttered into the comm link before gathering himself. “All right, paladins, we’ll see who’s laughing when the castle needs to be cleaned from foundation to tower.”

It had all started as thinly veiled training time in their lions and while there had been suspicions between her and Coran when they had all run past the control room, they couldn’t very well deny them the opportunity if it turned out to be genuine. And she was far from upset that it had dissolved into invigorated antics.

Their formations and focus had fallen away before she had fully turned to go back inside and even if they could stand the reminder that they needed to rest and that the lions weren’t really made to wildly roll around in, it was hard to fight it when her bones practically thrummed with the deep, pleased purrs of the lions. She liked seeing her team like this.

The door behind her whirred, nearly silent footsteps coming to her spot on the balcony. Shiro stepped to her side, folding his arms over his chest and shrugging. “They’re beyond reason, I’m afraid.”

“The universe could never hope to be prepared then.”

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the wolf among us + colours:  episode 5  →  cry wolf

i don’t know… it seems like no matter what i do, it’s just not enough for her. or anyone. i just— i go out there and i do my job. i put my life on the line, i get shot at! i do what has to be done, for them! but at the end of the day i’m still the bad guy.