right out the shower


Decided to make a postcard design out of the previous doodle right after taking a shower :v It’s still a wip but I randomly thought about the CHOI codename thing and make this hahah :v I know it looks so different than the doodle, I’ve told you, you can’t trust my hands lol–

Art raffle is coming soon in my instagram! Everyone are welcome to join <3

Morning Pleasure*

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Reader wants to eat the breakfast Chris has cooked for her, but he has other plans. Blame your too sexy denim shorts!
Words Count: 1.7k
Warning: Long detailed oral sex (female receiving).

Gifs used below aren’t mine, credit to the rightful owners.

Freshly out of your morning shower, you finished adding the last touches to your light makeup after you had gotten dressed in your favorite denim shorts and a white cotton blouse.

Walking in the kitchen, you followed the smell of the pancakes and fresh fruits that Chris had cooked, accompanied by the exotic effluvia of hot coffee. You smiled at the sight of your boyfriend too busy to notice your presence as his back was turned to you, humming the slow melody of a song you both loved.

You walked up to him and folded your arms around his broad chest, wrapped by his Henley shirt, planting a longing and loving kiss at the back of his neck as he smiled widely.

“Hmm, what did I do so special for you to cook this morning?” You murmured.

“You came into my life,” Chris accompanied your mocking laugh and you moved your body to rest against the counter, standing next to him.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about our trip to Boston next week and…” you trailed off, noticing Chris’ baby blue gaze remaining locked on your frame. “What, you don’t like the outfit?“ You interrogated, checking out, yet he didn’t answer and kept looking at you.

His gaze was so ardent that you almost forgot how to breathe properly. Every time your man laid his eyes on you with such fierce, you felt the desire rising inside.


Your boyfriend eventually looked up at your blown eyes, licking his full lips and you could see his pupils dilating slowly as he drank in the view from his orbs like he had been in the desert for long days of a burning hot summer.

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I’m supposed to be mad at you (request)

Originally posted by coralineseye


Some smut requested by: @just-another-fanfiction-writer

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word count: 1.744

Warnings: fingering and penetration - elevator sex.

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title: admiration in falling asleep

rating: t

pairing: otayuri/otayurio/otayu (what is even their ship name)

tags: college/roommates au, aged up (yurio is 18, ota is 21), trans man yurio, the two of them being domestic Af, bg sara/mila


Rooming with Otabek is fine. It really is—they’re best friends, Otabek is the perfect roommate, and there’s nothing about each other that they don’t already know to make it weird.

(Except Yuri hadn’t known that Otabek walks around only in his pajama bottoms in the morning, or what he smells like right out of the shower, or that he likes his coffee with two sugars and nothing else, or that he has a knack for losing the television remote regardless of where he puts it, or that he keeps his keys on his nightstand and nowhere else, or that he opens the blinds half-way first thing in the morning to let the sunrise in…)

So it’s fine. It really is. Yuri likes this arrangement, and no matter how many looks Mila gives him, that’s the truth.

He just wishes it sounded like all of the truth.

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call it magic

What will make you happier than you are now? Why?

Neil faltered, that wasn’t a question he’d been expecting, nor was it one he wanted to ponder. He forced a smile on to his face, and replied, “Well, having that Championship Trophy in my hands would certainly help.” A few chuckles broke out in the room and Neil let Dan handle the next few questions.

As he walked to the showers, his blood still singing from the adrenaline of the game, he tried not to think of it. What-if’s would only bring misery. When he brushed past Nicky and Aaron, Nicky winked at him.

Neil blinked at him, baffled, and continued walking, nudging aside the door to the shower. He saw the true implications of Nicky’s wink when he walked in. The showers were empty aside from a lone blonde figure leaning against one of the walls and fidgeting with his phone.

Neil didn’t fight the smile blooming over his face. Andrew waited for him after every game, yet whenever he saw Goalkeeper, his heart still skipped a beat. Andrew was as solid as the seasons. As long as spring came, and summer followed it, Andrew would keep to his word.

His thoughts must have shown on his face because Andrew flicked him a cool look and walked out of the room. He would wait outside, no doubt. Neil stripped off his clothes and stepped under the spray of the shower.

And because showers are the time for such epiphanies, he lifted his face to the water and thought about it. His happiness. Happiness was a strange concept to him. For so long his entire life had been about survival that he didn’t think he had ever thought about what might make him happier. After all, when survival was hard enough who had time for happiness.

The answer he’d given the press hadn’t exactly been a lie. But it had been far from the whole truth. He wanted to win, yes. But far too many things had happened for winning to be the only thing that mattered to him. Maybe, one day he would be at a point where winning was the only thing he wanted but now…

My mum, he thought. He loved her. She wasn’t the most ideal of mothers, but she had sacrificed everything for him. A relatively peaceful life in exchange for a life spent looking over her shoulder. He didn’t like some of the choices she’d made but he understood them.

Having her back, Neil shook his head absently at the thought. He’d need many a cigarette on hand before he went down that line of thought. Andrew had wandered back, bored. In his hands, was a lit cigarette and Neil immediately felt his nerves calm down.

He stepped out of the stall, wrapping a towel around his waist. Too many things had happened for him to feel self-conscious about his scars around Andrew anymore. They'd done too many things, his cheeks reddened at the thought. 

“You were taking too long.” Andrew said in lieu of an explanation. “I thought you were drowning in there.” Neil made his voice saccharine sweet, “Aww, you care.” Andrew glared. Neil smiled again. He never could stop smiling around Andrew.

Perhaps he could be happier, perhaps there were better things in the world but right then, he couldn’t think of a single thing he’d rather do the stand here with Andrew.

not sure why more people aren’t shipping Leo/Phichit?? like, they clearly text each other quite frequently:

and they’re both social media addicts based on their intros. Leo:


you really think they WOULDN’T be one of those Insta-famous couples that take gross sappy selfies all the time with lots of kissy emojis??? LBR THEY’D PROBABLY SNAPCHAT THEIR MAKEOUTS AND TAKE PICS OF THE OTHER RIGHT OUT THE SHOWER


This is part of script Im shooting today about binding. Will you review my tips and tricks to make sure they are accurate? Any feedback?

What do people need to know if they are thinking about binding? Tips and tricks:

- Like I said, get a professional binder. Cheap binders and homemade binders can be really uncomfortable and really dangerous.

- Start slow. Short periods of time per day to break in your binder and get used to the sensation.

- New binders are hard to get on, down panic. Take your time, it might require a few attempts thats ok. But don’t try putting it on right out of the shower. If any part of you is wet, it’s even harder.

- Never bind while sick, flying, exercising, don’t sleep in your binder, and don’t double bind.

- Don’t wear for longer than 8-10 hours you can cause serious damage to your body. The longer you wear a binder the more often you might want to and the longer you’ll probably want to go. I get that, but still you’re body needs breaks an pushing your limits isn’t worth it. 

- GET THE RIGHT SIZE. Binders come tight. Don’t order a smaller size than you should because you want a really flat chest. The correct size will be flat enough, and it’s not safe to go smaller than recommended. Plus you just won’t be able to get it on. 

- Most people are NOT going to be completely flat. That’s just how it is. If you try to achieve an absolutely, 100% flat look, you could hurt yourself and you you’ll probably be disappointed. Dysphoria is shitty, I know, but it’s easier and safer to accept a slight chest. 


okay so i wanna play more guys?? m/f or m/m ships work honestly, so here are some faces i’ve been wanting to play:

  • avan jogia
  • tom holland
  • chris evans
  • sebastian stan
  • alfie enoch
  • jeremy allen white
  • nat wolff
  • nick robinson
  • kj apa
  • john krasinski
  • hunter parrish
  • jeffrey dean morgan
  • dev patel
  • josh hutcherson
  • so many others tbh

hit me up or like this and i’ll message you?

I was whining about being cold so tonight my SO put my duvet in the dryer when I was in the shower right before bed, so when I came out I could roll up in a toasty blanket burrito and 

Tater does this for Kent in winter months because when Kent visits Providence he’s always freezing, 1- because he loves him and 2- because if he doesn’t, Kent will shove his icy feet between Tater’s thighs to warm them up.

Exo’s reaction when their girlfriend is insecure about having small boobs and big thighs

Request Said:  Hello you made a reaction about having big breasts, could you make one upside down? About being unsure of having small breasts and big thighs? Sorry for my bad English. Thanks


Xiumin: As you saw yourself in the mirror looking at your small boobs and big thighs you started to feel insecure about yourself but you did not noticed your boyfriend also looking at you’re reflection and said: “Jagiya, why are you doing this every day. Looking at yourself with that disapproving look in your face.You know I love you every single part of you, right?” *feeling sad and worried*  

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Suho: As you got out of the shower, you decided to look at you’re reflection. Looking at your small boobs and big thighs you said, almost tearing up: “Why do I have to look like this, Why can’t I have the body of a model!” . Then your boyfriend knocks on your door and you quickly got dressed and dried your tears and opened; he said: “Jagi, you don’t need to feel this way. What you see as flaws, I see them as perfections” he smiled and quickly embraced you in a hug. 

Originally posted by myeoneandonly

Baekhyun: As you started to get dressed, you looked down at your small boobs and your big thighs. You started to complain about it. But you did not noticed you’re boyfriend standing at the door with a disapproving look on his face.

Originally posted by yeshelloyehet

Lay: “What!” *clueless about why are you feeling this way about yourself* “You know, I love you and that means everything” 

Originally posted by jonnasexoticworld

Chen: As he saw his girlfriend complain about her insecurities. He felt bad for her, so he decided to cheer her up and say: “Jagiya, you are my moon and I am your sun, so you should not feel that way anymore” 

Originally posted by 5sosfam-phandom

Chanyeol: As he saw his girlfriend cry, he also felt very sad and understood her completely. But he could not understand why his girlfriend is feeling the way she is right now. All he wants to you is too hug you and make you feel better.”Jagi, I love you and you are the most beautiful girl, I had ever meet”. (Imagine you’re the kid) 

Originally posted by starricks-moustache

D.O: As he heard his girlfriend cry in the bathroom he quickly got worried. He was about to open the door but he stop as soon as he heard you say: “Why I'm so ugly, small chested and have big thighs. Why I wasn’t born with a normal portion of body” . As soon as he heard you say this. His concern grew. But he would pretend he did not heard you and he would do anything, to make you feel loved and beautiful. “Jagi, you know you are my goddess, right?”  he would say every time of the day. 

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Kai: “Jagi, why do you say that!?” you would hear your boyfriend say to you as you were looking at you’re reflection. “Because is true” you simply said. “It is not true! why can’t you understand that I truly love you…the whole you!” you would hear Kai say. 

Originally posted by intokai

Sehun: As he heard his girlfriend say negative things about her body, he would cut her off sassing and saying: “Babe, do we have to do this again. I have told you a million of times that you are perfect! you don’t need to change anything!…Do you understand what I am saying because it completely breaks me to see you like this” he said feeling sad. 

Originally posted by wooyoung

Making Out With Topp Dogg

Originally posted by p-guns

I’ve been so busy that I haven’t gotten anything done. I’ll be writing starting tomorrow. In the mean time, enjoy the next installment of “making out with..” Next are 24K and UNIQ! I tried to keep it at a minimal amount but…well, enjoy.

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Damn it, Ed Sheeran...

That’s right, I said it.

I had an SPN fanfic mapped out. It was going to be sexy and wild and fluffy.

There was going to be shower sex.

But the song I had in mind slipped from it rather quickly. So I go looking for another.

And then, by some random crazy happenstance, I stumbled upon Ed Sheeran.

That’s right. This guy:

Originally posted by old-ed-sheerin

And there’s a song in particular that, once I heard it, moved me with warm fuzzy feelings of newfound love.

And the shower sex went right out the window. God damn it.

Oh, there will still be smut. Delightfully so. But the context will be considerably fluffier than I initially intended. And maybe that’s okay.

And it’s all because of that beautiful ginger bastard with the heartwarming vocals.

Ed Sheeran is a precious cinnamon roll that should be protected at all costs. 

Originally posted by expectvnce

That is all. ^_^

The strongest drink you have - Dylan Larkin

Requested by anon: Hello👋🏼 could you write a Dylan Larkin imagine where he takes the reader to the club and the reader gets hit on and he’s super jealous??? Thanks a thousand

A/N: Hey! It isn’t exactly what you requested, but I hope you still like it!

Word count: 1124

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol. Swearing. Fighting.

Master list

Originally posted by dyllarkin

The night has started badly, but I’m determined on having a good time. It’s my best friend’s birthday tonight and I’m not going to let Dylan bring me down. Dylan and I have been dating for a year now, but we have been friends since middle school, and today he was all about picking fights with me. We have fought about pretty much everything, the car not having gas, the TV show I was watching, lunch, dinner, time in the shower and right before we were going out to celebrate.

“Oh, you are so not wearing that to a club” He stated.

“Excuse me?” I’m not the type of girl he can tell what to do… and he knows it.

“Go change. I don’t want to spend the night threatening guys because you are dressed like…”

“Like what?” I asked and he hadn’t answered.

So yeah, I’d changed… to a more revealing outfit. Dylan was mad while he drove to the club and I didn’t feel like talking so it had been a really quiet ride. But we are here now, the music is loud, my friends are here and I’m ready to have a good time.

“(y/n)!” Victoria, the birthday girl, yells at me when she sees me walking towards her, “Dylan!”

Dylan hugs her and excuses himself, going straight to the VIP booth to sit with the guys.

“What’s up with him?” my friend asks and I shake my head.

“He is on his period” and all the girls laugh.

“And you are dress to kill” my friend Lottie says and I shrug.

“He doesn’t own me, Lottie. He doesn’t get to decide for me” I respond and all of they nod.

“I’ll drink to that. For strong, independent women who do whatever the fuck they want” Victoria passes me a shot and we raise our glasses before tipping it down.

The liquor burns my throat, but I don’t care. Today it’s all about having fun and not worrying about stupid stuff. Before I know it I’m tipsy and dancing with my friends surrounded by a huge group of guys. Neither of us cares much about them, we are just doing our thing, dancing and laughing and doing really unladylike stuff.

I feel a pair of hands on my waist and I immediately know that they aren’t Dylan’s, so I turn around to see who is touching me without my permission.

“Can I help you?” I ask sassily.

He looks like an Abercrombie model, all smiles and muscles.

“Oh, you could help me with many things, darling” he whispers to me, leaning in and moving his hands to my lower back.

“Is that right?” I say, grabbing his hands and taking them off my body, “you know who is going to do many things to you if you don’t stop touching me? My boyfriend”

“He doesn’t care too much about you” he gets closer to my body again and I gag at the smell of alcohol he irradiates, “or he would be here taking care of you”

“The thing is…” my knee gets in contact with his junk and he steps away from me immediately, “he knows I can take care of myself”

He doesn’t give me another look before walking away, calling me names. I roll my eyes and turn around to my friends, who wink at me in approval, letting me know that they were ready to attack if necessary.

We go back to dancing, but I can’t shake the guy’s words from my mind and the fact that Dylan hasn’t even said a word to me the whole night makes me worry, so I walk away from the group to a place where I can see the booth. He is sitting there with the guys… and a couple girls. I’m not the jealous type, but my blood boils when I see one of the girl’s hand on his thigh and I know that I need a drink or I’ll go there and start a fight.

“What can I get you, beautiful?” the bartender asks.

“Two of the strongest thing you have” I order, looking around me.

“Rough night?” he wonders, not getting anything ready just yet.

“You can say that…”

“I’ll give you a shot of absinthe” he looks at me and I frown “you’ll thank me that I didn’t give you the second one tomorrow”

The liquor in the glass is green and smells sweet, which gives me confidence to drink it. Bottoms up. And hell explodes in my body, the liquor burning down my throat and stomach.

“Thanks for not giving me the second one” my voice raspy, “how much is it?”

“It’s on the hous…” he stops talking when someone throws a fifty dollars bill on the bar and grabs me by the arm.

“We are leaving” Dylan says, pretty much carrying me outside.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I yell at him as soon as he puts me down.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You have flirted with every single bartender!”

“I was ordering a fucking drink, not asking him for his number!” I’m about to lose it by now, I can’t believe he is accusing me of doing anything.

“He seemed pretty interested in what you had to say!”

“He was! Wanna know why?” I say, staring right at his eyes, “because I ordered the strongest drink they have. Wanna know why? Because this girl looked really cozy with my boyfriend!”

“You know I wouldn’t…” he defends himself.

“YES, I DO! That’s why I ordered a drink instead of going there and making a scene” I scream, tears filling my eyes.

“(y/n), I’m…” he tries to apologize.

“I trust you, Dylan. I trust you when you are gone for a week; free to do whatever you want. Why can’t you trust me?” I whisper, tears running down my face.

“It’s not you who I don’t trust… I just don’t want you to find someone else and leave me” he confesses, running his thumb down my cheek catching my tears.

“You have been the only man I’ve wanted to be since I was in eighth grade, Dylan. I’m not going anywhere…”

“I’m sorry, I’ve been an asshole to you today…” he hugs me and I bury my face on his chest.

“Can we just go home, please?” and he just nods, taking my hand and walking towards the car.

He opens the door for me and I hop in, giving him a nod when I’m ready. He walks around and gets in. His hand is quick to find mine and we link our fingers again.

“I love you, (y/n)” he says.

“I love you too… even when you are jealous bastard”