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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.

No

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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remember when natsume cried himself to sleep because he was so happy kitamoto and nishimura care about him and he cares about them so much and he just wants to keep them safe forever,, i’m crying i love their friendship

6

“It’s never gonna stop, is it Philip?! All this killing is never gonna stop. And It’s my fault.” “What are you talking about?!?” “Tommy and Tracy…the turkeys…they’re just gonna shoot them, for nothing. And it’s my fault.” “It doesn’t have to be. Here. C’mon, let’s go!”

A Jolly Good Show Indeed (Regular Show Retrospective)


SPOILER ALERT FOR REGULAR SHOW!!!

I recently went back and watched every season of Regular Show, all the way up to the whole big final season titled “Regular Show In Space”, which I didn’t get a chance to see when it aired back in January. It’s crazy to think that I have been watching this show for seven years or that a show has gotten me interested in Cartoon Network again after the dark period known as CN Real. (*Shivers*), but the strangest thing is how Regular Show went through this interesting maturing stage with the other seasons I completely missed out on until now. For instance, back when Regular Show was new, it was essentially animated Clerks. Two slackers working at a park turning normal situations into the most strange and bizarre circumstances. ( I mean, it isn’t every day you defeat a giant head’s high score in a rip off of Excite Bikes) 


But the show was simple, until the later seasons…..


Through my binge watching sessions of the show, I started to notice a pattern of continuity callbacks and interesting levels of character development. Back when I use to watch the reruns on Cartoon Network, I didn’t recall Regular Show being this “complex” in nature. Characters were given focal points, the show started tackling more serious moments between the characters, and the dialogue seemed more witty. Regular Show was no longer just about a humanoid Raccoon and Blue Jay pissing off their boss with their wacky antics, all of the elements of each episode had a point and an overall narrative was building to something now unlike before, and I was DIGGING THE HELL OUT OF IT! 

The entire time watching it, all I could say was “This show is alot smarter than I remember, these must of been the episodes I missed.” It was really refreshing to see another Cartoon Network show that had layers and complexity to it like others from the network’s past. Now, I am not saying it was like the smartest show ever, I mean, at it’s core, it is still about the two main characters, Mordecai and Rigby goofing off and getting into trouble. (Mostly due to Rigby not listening and being an absolute asshole. I never realized how much of a fuck up he was before, but watching the series back now…JESUS CHRIST…I wanted to choke Rigby) However, under the surface of that though was extremely interesting character arcs and amazing emotional moments. Episodes like “Bad Kiss” definitely showed how the writing was getting better. They took a simple premise of how Mordecai wanted to take back a bad kiss he gave Margaret into this amazing time traveling adventure. Of Course in Regular Show fashion, the guys take such a small situation and blew it up to such an unnecessary calamity, but these situations are handled much more cleverly than previous episodes in the series. 

As for the final season, I would say it is a hit and miss. Regardless, of how much I liked how they wrapped up everything, the whole space stuff seemed to slightly throw the entire series a bit off course for a bit. Like they had to sacrifice some of these individual complex stories in order for these characters to all have a roll in the big finale, which I am sort of cool with slightly because they did make my favorite character, Pops, even more bad ass. I mean, I had liked Pops already. He is child-like guy with an old soul and wanting noting more then to love everything. What’s not to love? (He defeated Childish Gambino with Poetry for Christ Sake) However, the last couple of episodes made him this all powerful badass with telekinetic, Telepathy, and teleportation. I was like “FUCK YEAH…GO POPS”, and the noble sacrifice he made at the end did make me tear up. Alot. Pops is the fucking man. 

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However, the whole “Spark initiative” and spaced-themed episodes seem to come out of left field in a way and it seemed to come in at a very abrupt time, like right when the characters were getting VERY complex. I mean, the episode right before the whole space stuff, Rigby received major character development by graduating from High School, in the same episode Mordecai admitting that he liked Rigby being a failure because he always took happiness in knowing he was always better then him, The Whole CJ and Margaret Relationship dynamic, introducing a whole new romantic character for Benson, and even a few episodes back like “Special Delivery For Maellard”, Mordecai finally coming to terms that him and Rigby are slackers and wondering if working at the park and getting nothing done is “The best they can do.” Personally, I feel like all of these were all really intriguing plot lines that could of been explored alot further, but was all dropped because of…You Know…..Space!!! It really seemed like a missed opportunity to me. Again, I love the conclusion of the series in retrospect, but if I could choose, I would rather had some of these more complex storylines explored rather for the writers to completely beat us over the head with Star Wars references. (Although, I have to mention that I liked Anti-Pops’s erasing powers and the episode “No Train No Gain” with the the gang literally having to stop an actual “training montage” was fucking amazing. I mean, I was dying when Mordecai and Rigby had to escape screen wipes and transitions…FUCKING HILARIOUS!) They sort of hinted on these topics slightly such as in the episode “Stuck In An Elevator”, but not to the degree when they were back on Earth. 

All in all though, Regular Show is a really great show that I would recommend to people that haven’t checked it out before. It’s a fun show that again gets surprisingly more complex as it goes along, and it’s social commentary on pop culture is hilarious. All the episodes and everything concerning the whole “format wars” stuff is genius. I fucking died when the character Blu-ray made a literal Blu-Ray Bot set of all of the memories of the characters. Speaking of characters, I am really glad though that Eileen was given more screen time in the last season, which one of the characters in the show actually make a joke about. She was a really cool character. However, I really wish we could of learned more about CJ. If Regular Show was an anime, (Minus The Evangelion Intro they had in the Brilliant Century Duck Special) CJ would totally be best girl in my eyes. That’s the other thing about the whole space stuff. It was other characters I wanted to learn more about, but the park going into space completely just dumps out all of these interesting characters and replaces them with Ok new ones, and the ones I liked didn’t get much time to develop. ( I mean, Roxy was only in one episode..What’s up with that?) 

Regardless of my minor complaints, Good Job J.G. Quintel for giving us this great show. I am really going to miss the park. And the Crash Pit…..We can’t forgot about the Crash Pit. 

Dom!Chan- Cutie in the Streets, Dom in the Sheets

Author’s Note: Here we go, just like I promised is my sub showing?

It hadn’t been a surprise to you when Chan had walked through the door to your apartment with a small plastic bag, straight out from work clad in his sweatpants, a black t-shirt and a cap. Although it was late and already dark outside, you had known better than to go to sleep.

He had silently walked through your apartment, throwing off his hat and ruffling his sweaty head, cracking a smirk when your head popped out from the bathroom, eyes wide and innocent at his sudden appearance. A small smile tugged at your lips as you greeted him casually as he slipped into the bedroom, grabbing onto your wrist and making you follow behind him. You had already assumed the night wouldn’t be an innocent one when your eyes had glossed over the familiar plastic bag, Its contents all too familiar to you after your many nights with Chan, experimenting and trying out all the things he had read online.

He leaded you to the bed and patted your shoulders lightly, telling you to sit down. You complied and plopped down, sticking your legs together and placing your hands on your knees, your eyes being met with Chan’s broad chest. You simply looked up at him from under your lashes as he looked down at you, eyes meeting yours as he tossed the plastic bag onto the space beside you and backing up slowly towards the black armchair in the corner of the room.

His tongue came out to run across his lips as he sat himself down. Hands resting on his thighs, legs spread and shirt slightly falling down his shoulder to show his collar, he leaned back and sent you an alluring gaze. Taking his lip in his mouth with his teeth, he muttered under his breath.

“You know what to do baby, nice and slow”

Looking beside you, you reached out a hand to grab the bag sitting next to you. You pulled out its contents and discarded the bag on the floor, knowing you would clean that up later. In your hands you held two small satin sheets, both a bright vibrant red that just coincidentally matched your lacy underwear under your shorts. Feeling Chan’s gaze on your body, you took one last look at him as he ran his fingers through his hair and reached up to your eyes. Carefully you wrapped one around your eyes and tied it behind your head, hearing Chan grunt quietly in response. Letting your hands drop to your legs once again, gripping the other sheet tightly, the room fell silent with your erratic heartbeat echoing in your ears. You knew that Chan would never do anything to hurt you and you always had your safe word in place incase anything got to uncomfortable, but that didn’t stop the nerves from running through you.

Nothing happened for what felt like hours, but an electrifying feeling was shot through you when you heard Chan speak up, voice low and dirty

“Open your legs Baby, i want to see those pretty little hands work”

Slowly you complied, opening your legs and winding your hands down your body to rest on the inside of your thighs. He knew you wanted to touch yourself by the way your fingers glided closer to your entrance, but he spoke up before anything could happen.

“No touching baby, That’s my job”

Chan pushed himself up off the chair and walked towards you, pushing his sleeves up and stopping to stand between your legs. You let out a mewl as you released he had moved closer to you, feeling his knees push your own legs open wider. A hand came out to push you, your back hitting the soft mattress and Chan following soon after. He placed one hand next to your head and the other on your hip. You could feel his hot breath on your neck and a warm feeling as he leaned down to press a chaste kiss on your collar. The only sound in the room now was your breath as his hand moved down your hips. His hands rolled over your thighs and wasted no time in ripping off your black bike shorts, a warm sigh passing his lips as he noticed you wearing his favourite lacy underwear.

You let out a low whimper as Chan ran a finger over your panties, not wasting a moment to push your panties aside and slip a finger in. Teasing you, he slipped his finger in and out tantalizingly slow, curling his finger every now and then to press against that one spot that had you writhing under him. He squeezed a moan out of your lips when he reached his thumb up to rub a few small circles on your clit. You knew you shouldn’t have, but you wanted more than what you were getting.  You reached your hands up to tangle your fingers in his hair. His fingers halted to a stop and you regretted what you did almost instantly.

“What did i say about using your hands baby girl?”

You let out another whimper as he removed his fingers, reaching up to lick them clean. He ripped down your red panties as he said again, slightly more demanding

“Tell me babygirl, what did i say?”

A breath escaped your lips as you let out a reply,

“No using my hands.”

Chan smirked under his breath as he stood up on his knees, back straightening and hands coming down to untie the string of his pants. Once it was loose, he began to sip off his pants as he spoke again.

“That’s right, and since you’ve been a naughty girl, going against my rules, I think I’m going to have to punish you.”

Rushing to push down his pants and throwing them somewhere behind him, the bulge in his pants was overly visible. once he had gotten rid of his cotton cage, Chan came down to grab the remaining satin sheet in your hand. You let out a gasp as he pulled your hands above your head, tying your wrists together and then attaching them to the wood of the headboard in record time. It would be an understatement to say you had done this before, and Chan had learnt the skill of tying you up a lot faster than he would like to admit.

You were confused for a moment as Chan’s figure left your side but you realized when the familiar sound of foil ripping resounded throughout the room. Although he liked to see himself as a dominant in the bedroom, he always made sure that you were both protected. He didn’t want anything bad happening to his baby. He rolled the plastic over his length and made his way back to the bed, stopping for a moment to admire just how sexy you looked tied up on the bed, part naked and all for him.

Your legs squirmed beneath you as Chan came to sit between your legs once again, running his hands up you waist to reach under your white shirt. He chuckled knowingly when he felt that you had left your bra off, a white shirt your only cover which he was much to horny to bother taking off.

Leaning down he captured your lips with his for the first time and didn’t waste any time in letting his tongue explore your mouth. He let out a growl as he pushed himself against your thighs, you moaning in response.

“C’mon baby, beg for my cock,”

He leaned down to growl in your ear, rubbing a finger over your nipple as you let in a sharp breath. After all the times you and Chan had done the do, you both knew that you had a hard time begging for anything. You always felt to embarrassed to talk like that whenever he asked, your cheeks going red and mouth getting dry. Maybe you were to shy to admit it, but you really did want to get Chan worked up for once but you were just to shy to do it.

Knowing what you would get if you complied to Chan’s wishes, you mumbled out under your breathe.

“Chan … i w-want you…p-p-please”

You heard a low chuckle above you as he replied almost instantly.

“Oh baby, you’re going to have to try harder than that”

A shy finger ran up your side, tracing over the sheer marks that ran all over your hips and stomach. If you had known better, you would have taken this as a loving gesture. But you took your thought back when a nail scrapped over your hip and a strong hand gripped you to flip you fully onto your back and press you into the soft sheets below you. Your thighs squeezed themselves together and you suddenly felt conscious of yourself. You could feel the bed dip beside you as he kneeled closer, a hand coming to rest beside your head. It was evident how he was feeling when his arousal poked into your side. You heard him stiff out a muffled giggle as he watched you writhe under his touch, your mouth sealed shut as you refused to give into him.

The same shy finger circled around your perk boobs, stopping to flick over each pink nipple making you mewl and arch your back further into the bed. His hands squeezed you once before moving up towards your neck, passing your white shirt that had been scrunched up at your chest. You had taken a lip between your teeth to hold back your moans, even if he demanded you to beg for his cock, you were determined to keep your dignity and hold out. The longer you stayed quiet, the more impatient he got. he knew all the ways to make you break into a moaning mess but loved to tease the words out of you. The sound of you begging for him, your voice laced with pure lust, was his favourite thing. Chan ran his fingers up your neck, feeling your silky white skin under his hands. His fingers came up to hold your chin, tilting your head up as he leaned forwards to whisper deeply into your ear.

“C’mon kitten. Beg for me

Letting out a startled breath at the sudden whisper, you fought back the embarrassing feeling in your gut and whispered out.

“Chan I want you to fuck me. Fuck me good with your hard cock.M-make me see stars!”

You were too slow to stop the loud moan from escaping your lips as Chan rammed into you, slipping easily into you just as per usual. He grunted as you squeezed around him, surprised at his sudden intrusion. He set up a hard place, rolling his hips expertly from all his practice as a dancer. You were so use to him working you up slow and hard, thrusting into you slowly just to see you squirm and beg for more, but it may have been you caving in and dirty talking that caused him to get worked up.

Pounding into you was an understatement when the only sound in the room was a mix of your moans, his grunts and skin slapping against skin. All the frustration of practice showed in his harsh thrusts and he didn’t let up for one moment. The warm feeling in your stomach was slowly building and you didn’t stop the moans escaping from your mouth, knowing just how hot it got Chan when he heard the sounds spill from your lips. Your hands gripped the satin sheets binding you to the bed as you felt the warmth in your stomach swell.

“Chan, I’m close. Oh, god, I’m close!”

Chan pressed his fingers into your hips as he heard your worlds, hips rolling in a new found energy to get you off. He knew he was close with the feeling in his abdomen and was determined to get you off first, it was only common courtesy. It had been a while since the two of you had done this sort of thing, well if a few days counted as a long time.

His thrusts not faltering, you threw your head back as you felt your orgasm finally burst through your body. Your vision turning slightly hazy and a familiar sensation spreading through your stomach had you screaming Chan’s name. A few more thrusts was all it took for Chan to push himself over the edge and spill inside his condom. He let out a long, drawn out moan as he rode out his high, reaching to pull off the sheet that covered your eyes in the last moments. Your eyes had screwed themselves shut and a few dried tears still lingered in the corners from the pleasure he had you feeling.

“That was perfect, babe, I love you” Chan hummed as he pulled out, sliding the condom off and throwing it into the bin beside the bed. No one would guess that this sweet kid was a sex demon just by looking at him, but you knew all too well just what he was like. Cutie in the streets, Dom in the sheets. Chan pulled up the crumpled blanket to cover both your bodies and smiled softly as you curled into his chest, obviously exhausted by the sudden wrath of Chan and all his built up frustrations.

“I love you too, Channie. A little more warning next time though!” you giggled.

You both smiled as the soft glow of the moon sent you into a slumber, wrapped in each other’s arms and legs tangled.

-Bear

You Piss Me Off (part two) MATURE

The ride home was more like a drag race to see who could get home faster. The highways and streets were vacant due to it being almost three in the morning. Jason would speed up, taunt me by honking the horn and revving his engine. Silly Jason, I don’t think he realizes who he’s testing his luck with.

I twist the handle speeding me up to be right beside his car. “Don’t be difficult, Y/n. Pullover.” He yells. I shake my head, “nah, I think I’ll be fine.” I reply. Jason slows down and gets behind me. Me being the paranoid woman I am, I speed up but only for him to sped up more. He knows I hate it when drivers are on my ass. So I speed up again, probably going to break the speedometer, definitely not thinking clearly as I brake immediately. The wheels squeal against the black road as Jason’s stop completely.

Angry. An angry, pissed off Jason exits the vehicle, “I could’ve fucking killed you! Why the fuck did you stop?!” He was fuming. I took off the helmet and threw it to the ground. I glared, “honestly, I don’t know why I stopped. Maybe because, I don’t know, I was testing my boyfriend-” “testing me? Why the fuck would you risk your life just to test me? I could have killed you, Y/n. You would have died if I didn’t slam on the fucking brakes! Do you have any idea how fucking destroyed I would be if you died? Let alone if I killed you?” He was mad, but hurt the most. I can feel it in my bones how hurt he is just thinking about me dying. I felt guilt course through my body, ashamed of myself. “I would never forgive myself, Y/n.” He muttered.

“Jason, I’m not dead. You didn’t”

“But it’s the fact that you could be.”

“But I’m not, Jason.” I argued.

“Are you not getting it?! You’d be dead if I didn’t react quick enough. It’s dark as fuck outside, and it doesn’t help that you’re wearing dark clothes. I had to rely on the shine off the bike and helmet to realize you stopped so suddenly. God damn it, Y/n!”

“Could you stop making me feel worse?! I already feel bad-”

“Good. I hope it fucking sinks deep. I care too fucking much about you and for you to act so stupidly… I expected more from you. You’re the smart one. You’re not supposed to be the stupid one, getting into trouble.” His words cut deep. God damn you, Jason. You stupid fucking perfect human being.

“Jason I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” My voice was so low, I barely heard myself.

“Oh, I’ll show you how sorry you should be.” He grabs me by the arm and rips me off the bike. I squealed; his tone was demanding, dark and raspy. My body didn’t react quickly as he pinned me to the hood of the car.

His body laid between my legs I could feel his dick pressing into met inner thigh. His lips attacked my neck kissing, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive flesh. A moan slips passed my lips as my hips bucked eagerly into his. The vibrations of his groans coursed through my veins causing chills to wash over my body. His teeth grazed against my skin causing me the shudder.

I heard a belt being unbuckled and a zipper flying down before a soft thud and a jingle of his belt hitting the ground. Next thing I knew, my leggings were being ripped from the center. I squealed, “Jason what the fuck?!” Ignoring me, “look at how wet my princess is. I hadn’t even touched you yet and your pretty little pussy is soaked.”

I whimpered at how sultry smooth his voice is. I looked around frantically hoping to God no one is driving by or is around. My train of thought stopped as soon as I felt Jason’s head between my thighs. He kissed my inner thighs, rubbing his hands up underneath lifting me up for a better support. I shuddered feeling my back arch up off the lid of the car. I didn’t have anything grab, but his head. More whimpers of pleads came from me, he was teasing me. “Jason, ah God,” I mumbled through clenched teeth.

His lips came into contact with my pussy, making me quiver. “I love the affect I have on you, so vulnerable to me.” He growls. His warm tongue goes up the slit before parting the folds. I moan, pressing myself upwards into his face. He growls and pushes me back down, holding my thighs in place. “You can whimper all you want, this is your punishment.” His voice vibrated against me making an inhumane sound come from me.
His jaw moved up and down as he switched between sucking and licking my sensitive nub. “J-Jase, fuck I’m gonna cum, baby.” I warn him, immediately regretting it as he pulled away.

I glare at him, “what the hell?” You don’t ever leave a girl when she’s about to climax. What the hell is the matter with him?!

“Keep glaring, princess, don’t get you anywhere.” He says as he pumps himself. Oh lord. His impressive dick hard and proud, Jason has a firm smirk plastered against his lips. I almost drooled to how mouthwatering his cock truly is.

He smacks between my knees, “spread ‘em,” he directs. Slowly, I did so. “Mmm, glistening. Just how I like it.”

He then pressed his glory against my throbbing, needy clit, running it up and down, lubricating his shaft with my arousal. My head fell back as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I don’t think he understands how badly I need him.

My body reacted to his movements then did the same; grinding against his lengthy cock. “Jason please,” I murmured, “I beg you, please.” I whimpered. He hissed, “fuck Y/n,” no warning, he slammed himself into me making me yelp.

His thrusts were relentless, merciless, but no less than satisfying. He had a firm grip of my hips slamming me onto him. My body jolts at high points as he hits the right spot over and over again. I felt my orgasm coming, but I don’t tell him. I’m pretty positive he can figure it out. I just hope he lets me cum. I kept moaning his name, eventually started screaming it for my allowance to climax.

“Jason please! Please!” I beg as I screamed. My body was now clad to his, my legs wrapped around him as he continued to thrust. I held onto him for dear life. His head was buried in the nook of my neck as was his glorious cock was buried deep inside me, stretching me in ways only he would know.

I nip his shoulder to stop🛫myself from screaming any louder. He hisses and pounds himself into making me yelp. It hurt, but it was a good hurt. Jason makes me hurt so good. “You wanna cum? Then say the words, Y/n.”

“Please let me cum, Jason. Please,” I whimpered feeling the knot in my stomach clench more. My legs quivered violently as my body convulsed. My limbs literally feel like jell-o. “Nuh-uh. Tell me you love me.” He grunts, getting sloppy, “and mean it,” he looks me dead in the eye. His hazel ones full of lust and desperation. He should know that I love him to death.

“I love you. God I fucking love you, it’s unreal. I love you so much,” my words broke as I came closer to my climax.

“Cum, my angel, cum with me.” He finally kisses me, hard.

I felt his warm seed shoot into me seconds after I came. His breath shudders as he moans. My body shivered and jolted due to the intensity of my orgasm. “Fuck, I love you.” He mutters against my neck before framing my face in his palms, looking me in the eye, “I love you, Y/n.” The look in his eyes is sincere and genuine. I smiled, “I love you more.” His lips met mine for a quick second, “not possible.” He kisses me again.

It was about thirty seconds to a minute when I realized we were still on the hood of his car butt ass naked on the highway at four in the morning. I blushed, “Jase, babe. We’re still on the freeway.” I giggled. “And? My dick is still inside you. What’s your point?” He answers with a smug look painting his features.

“You’re unbelievable.” I smiled.

“You too, sweetcheeks.” He pecks my lips and pulls out. I almost frown realizing that I liked the warmth of him against me. “Sorry about ripping your pants…” He says eyeing my ripped leggings. I sigh, “how am I supposed to go home like this?”

A minute passed before he spoke. “I’ll take the bike back. You take the car.” He offers.

I nodded. “Be careful with my baby. Don’t crash it.” I point at him referring to my bike.

“Don’t crash my car.” He replies in the same tone. I smiled before awkwardly getting off the hood. Jason pulled his pants back up his legs, buckling it into place.

A couple of kisses later, we promised each other to cuddle when we get home. His idea, not mine.