the thigh's the limit

Straight? I think not.

Warning: Smut
Length: 2.6k

Summary:
Dan brags that his blowjobs could turn any guy gay. Unfortunately for him, his friends put this to the test and lock him in a closet…

“My blowjobs are so good, they’d probably turn a straight guy gay!”

That was the comment I had made during gym. It was also the reason I was currently locked in a locker room closet with Phil Lester. Who was, by the way, the school’s straightest heartthrob, and my least favourite classmate. I really needed better friends.

“So you’re telling me that Chris and your other groupies pushed me into this closet so that you could blow me?!”

I winced at Phil’s shrill screech. “If you could not shriek at me, that’d be great. I happen to like my hearing.” I mumbled from my place on the closet floor. “Look, they aren’t going to let us out until we do it, so can we just get it over with so that I can rush home and wash out my mouth?”

He flattened himself to the wall, wide-eyed. “No!”

“What other ideas do you have to get out of here, then?”

“I…” He stopped, a perplexed look overtaking his frantic one. “Are they really not going to unlock the door? Even if we wait?”

“Last month I claimed that I could eat anything. They trapped me inside of my bathroom with a platter of raw worms and crickets, everything completely drenched in hot sauce. I waited for three hours, but they didn’t let me out until I’d licked the plate clean.”

He tried to recoil further, but he was already up against the wall. “You’re not making me want your mouth all over me, Howell. That’s disgusting!”

“You’re telling me!” I groaned, getting pretty tired of fighting. “Just let me take control, and it’ll be over before you know it.”

He clenched his eyes shut, staying silent for several minutes before stepping away from the wall tentatively. “Fine… But you can’t tell everyone about this.” He muttered, watching me warily.

“Noted.” I sighed, closing my eyes and forcing myself into my sexual headspace. Then I reopened them, taking in Phil’s frame. He has nice curves, I decided, licking my lips instinctively as my gaze roamed over his hips. Good legs, too.

I crawled towards him on my hands and knees. He let out a startled squeak as my hands found his hips, pushing them back against the wall. His scent filled my nose, musky and slightly sweaty due to the gym class last period. It was exciting, causing heat to spiral down and in between my legs.

Whining softly, I glided my hands up and down his sides and over his chest, trying to feel every part of him I could reach. Then I pressed my nose to the front of his jeans in search of more of his smell. Phil jumped, gasping harshly when I nuzzled his half-hard length through his clothes.

“Do you want me to do it, or you?” I murmured, playing with the waistband of his jeans. Phil gaped at me, his mouth opening and closing but no sound escaping. Trailing my fingers daintily across his stomach, I leaned against his thigh to look up at him as innocently as I could. “I don’t mind doing it for you.”

“I-I… Um… Sure?” He squeaked. My fingers hooked into his belt loops, pulling them down and searching each bit of newly exposed skin as they slid down his thighs, pooling at his ankles. He kicked them off, glancing my way as if I was going to attack him once he was done. I simply pressed him back against the wall again.

He hissed as his bare legs met the wall, pressing up against my firm grip. “It’s cold!”

“You’ll warm up quickly, don’t you worry,” I chuckled. I focused my gaze on the outline of his semi through his boxers, which clung tightly to his thighs. Below the dark material was a seemingly endless supply of pale, unmarked skin. I decided that a slow buildup would be the best approach.

I pressed open mouthed kisses to the inside of his thighs to test his limits, tasting his skin with my tongue. Phil took a sharp intake of breath, trembling with the strain of keeping himself still. I moved slowly up from his knees to the top of his thighs. Then I took a quick detour to explore his hips, unable to resist digging my teeth into the taut skin there.

“Did you just bite me?” He stared down at me as I traced the blossoming mark with my finger.

“Mmhmm…” I decided that the dark bruises looked nice on his pale skin, so I tugged at the fabric of his boxers. “May I?”

He closed his eyes and nodded, his breathing getting heavier as I removed the last bit of clothing between my mouth and him. Then I moved to decorate the skin with more marks. Each time I bit down, a soft “ha” escaped from his lips.

“H-how am I-ha-going t-to explain these marks tomorrow?” He managed, squirming under my grip. A smirk tugged at my lips as I surveyed my work, pleased that the bruises were scattered both above and below where his gym shorts would be as well as along his v-line.

“Guess you’ll get to tell everyone that you snagged a hot boy…” I snickered quietly as Phil let out an indignant squeak and slapped my arm. “What? I’m hot, admit it!”

“You wish!” He scoffed, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he avoided my eyes. Interesting. I trailed a finger over the various bruises, before rubbing his base teasingly.

“Dan!” He hissed, curling his fingers into fists against the wall as my hand ran up and down his length. I leaned forwards, carefully, and flicked my tongue out to taste the bead of precum gathering at his tip.

Phil keened, bucking his hips forwards suddenly so that my tongue slid along the bottom of his length. As soon as he’d realized what he’d done though, he flushed red and leaned back against the wall.

I just chuckled and used my hands to steady him before wrapping my lips around his tip. I couldn’t help but mewl as the salty flavour spread across my tongue, but it was nothing compared to the loud whimper Phil emitted.

“D-Dan… Stop teasing…” He managed, struggling against where I was holding him from pressing forwards. I pulled off, doing the opposite of what he had asked. Instead, I pressed wet kisses along the side of his length. “Howell!” He spluttered uselessly.

Giggling, I glanced up to his incredibly red face. “Something wrong?” I purred. He just glared down at me, his fingers twitching like he wanted to just grab my head and make me obey him. Heat swirled low in my stomach at the thought.

“You are such a tease.” Phil muttered, and I couldn’t help but notice how much lower and more gravelly his voice had gone. Swallowing roughly, I tried to stay on top of the rushing images in my head.

“I just know how to get you all worked up,” I winked. He spluttered again, beginning to growl something about how annoyingly cocky I was. I cut him off by suddenly lurching forwards and taking him into my mouth.

He swore, loudly, and his hands flew forwards to tangle in my hair. Blunt fingernails scraped my scalp as his fingers curled to grip my brown locks, tugging my mouth forwards. His hips jerked a bit as a moan pushed its way up my throat.

We both paused for breath. Phil panted heavily above me, while I forced myself to breathe through my nose. When I finally glanced up to his face, I couldn’t help the choked whine that escaped.

His head had fallen to the side, bright crimson cheeks underlining his darkened blue eyes as they locked with mine. I was slightly aware of my hands falling from his hips. He must have suddenly realized that I was breathing quite heavily through my nose, because he tugged my hair until I moved my mouth off of him.

I gasped for breath, aware that Phil hadn’t let go of his grip on my curls. If anything, he seemed to have tightened it, as if he was afraid I’d run away.

“J-Jesus, Phil…” I managed, lust and want rushing through my veins. He seemed to decide that I wasn’t mad at him, removing his hands to unbutton his shirt. I watched him quizzically.

“Hot in here,” He stated gruffly, pushing the material off of his shoulders and cautiously pushing his fingers back through my curls. “Is this okay?”

“Mmh…” I mumbled, leaning up into the touch. My jeans felt tight and uncomfortable, and now that he mentioned it, hot and sweaty. “I wanna strip too.”

“Are you asking for permission?”

“Yeah, can I?” He nodded, releasing my hair again so that I could shuffle away a few steps. I made quick work of my shirt, fumbling a bit with my belt before finally kicking off my jeans, leaving my underwear on.

Instantly I scrambled forwards to take him into my mouth again, moaning when he bumped the back of my throat. I was vaguely aware of Phil murmuring praise, each quiet word shooting down my spine to join the jumble of arousal filling my lower body. He slid in and out of my mouth slowly as I relaxed my jaw.

“So pretty like this,” He murmured, tugging my hair to guide me forwards again. I took advantage of his newly exposed skin, using my hands to explore his chest and sides as he controlled the movement of my head.

“Wanna touch myself…” I whined, increasingly aware of the pressure on my length. Phil tutted, glancing down at where I was shifting against the hard tile floor. Immediately I stopped and blushed.

“No, want to see you come untouched like the slut you are.”

My hips jerked at the unexpected command, but I managed to pull myself together with a strangled sounding whine. Phil hummed approvingly. Pulling my hair back, I felt him push in deeper at the new angle, until I was deepthroating his length with my nose pressed against his base. The same musky smell from before filled my nose, and I moaned appreciatively as he pulled back out and repeated the motion.

“Gonna come just from me using your mouth, yeah? Only I get to use you like this?” His voice was a low growl, possessively commanding my thoughts.

“Yes! Please… Use me, I’m… your… toy!” I begged in between thrusts, climbing towards my climax much faster now that he was saying such things like that. Phil huffed out a laugh, clearly amused by how effectively he’d managed to take control.

“Good boy,” He murmured gently, holding my head still as his tip repeatedly hit the back of my throat. It was weird, the way he effortlessly switched from commands and degradation to soft praising whispers, but it seemed that my body reacted strongly to pretty much any talk during such intimate moments.

His heavy breathing brought my eyes back to his face. “I-I’m-” He gasped suddenly, breaking off his sentence and pulling me harshly forwards as he fell over the edge. Hot liquid streaked over my tongue and down my throat, Phil’s breathless moans and praise filling my ears.

Then I was coming suddenly, pleasure spiking in my body as my orgasm racked through me. Mine was much quieter than his, considering that I had a slowly softening length filling my mouth, the last bit of his come disappearing down my throat as I swallowed around my noises.

He pushed my lips off of him wearily as he came down from his high, slumping against the wall and sliding down to sit in front of me. I squirmed in my soiled underwear, not quite sure whether to go to him or not. Thankfully, Phil decided for me by motioning me forwards and allowing me to collapse against his chest.

“Did you actually come from that?” He murmured, pressing his heated palm to my sensitive scalp. I pressed up into the touch.

“Mmh.. maybe…” My voice was raspy, almost hoarse. I blushed as he chuckled. He stayed quiet for a few more minutes, brushing his fingers delicately over my abused curls. Then he turned to look at me with a gentle smile.

“Shower?”

“Please,” I mumbled, a bit embarrassed. He stood and went to the back of the closet, rummaging through a bin of towels while I took the chance to admire his body from behind. Turning, he offered me one to wrap around my waist to conceal the dark patch on my front. Once we were both covered, with his towel hiked a bit higher to cover the bruises, we tried the door. It opened easily. I chose not to think about when Chris had come to unlock it.

Phil ushered me through the locker room, grabbing his bag from a bench nearby and following me to the showers. The spray was warm and inviting, and Phil dropped his towel without much hesitation before stepping in with a content sigh. I followed, kicking off my underwear and throwing my towel to the side.

His eyes roamed over my frame before reaching out and pulling me under the water with him. I collided with his chest, nearly knocking him backwards and causing giggles to bubble up from our throats.

“This is nice,” Phil murmured, reaching for the shampoo and rubbing it into my hair. I hummed, closing my eyes at the blissful feeling of his fingers in my hair.

“Yeah?”

“Mm..” His breath moved to the side of my neck, tingles erupting where his lips barely brushed the skin. I bit my lip as teeth scraped over the same spot, knowing that he was going to leave a mark. I probably deserved it for marking him up so much. He took a deep breath when he was done. “You smell a bit like strawberries.”

I couldn’t help but snort at that. “I’m pretty sure I smell like sex, actually.” He swatted my arm, and I opened my eyes as he giggled, his tongue between his teeth. A smile tugged at my lips. “You have a nice laugh…”

“You have an amazing mouth.” He retorted, smirking despite the blush creeping up the back of his neck. I couldn’t help but wink.

“Oh, I’m sure my mouth can do more than that.” Phil swatted my arm again, pushing me under the spray and causing shampoo to run in rivulets down my face and neck. “Hey!” I squeaked, clenching my eyes shut to avoid getting it in my eyes. The sweet smelling suds had almost disappeared when I felt his hands slide around my waist, tugging me closer.

I’m not sure who kissed who first, but it was sweet and gentle and not at all heated or sexual. He tasted like peaches. Who gave him the right to taste so good? I cringed internally when I realized what I probably tasted like, but he didn’t seem to mind. He pulled back slowly, seemingly trying to catch his breath but leaning back in to press quick pecks to the corners of my mouth before resting his forehead against mine.

“I think I like boys.”

A soft smile tugged at my lips. “You think so?” He pulled me back for another delicate kiss, breathing a word into the tiny gap between our mouths.

“Yeah.”

Rhythm | Lee Joo Heon | One-Shot

jooheon (monstax) + you (reader)
word count: 7,233
warnings: i have no excuse for this flithy, graphic smut (that includes but is not limited to thigh riding, breath play, mild degradation, spanking, etc) and strong language (some slut shaming) and brief mentions of infidelity
a/n: i was inspired by the new mv and channeled that inspiration into a gang!au, bad boy jooheon sexy time fest and before you say anything yes i know he is a total squish in real life that’s why it’s called fiction :)

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The Price of Privilege - Part 4 (A Kyungsoo Series)

Genre: Angst / Smut (18+) / Romance / Arranged Marriage / Royalty AU

Characters: Kyungsoo X You

Description: The time has come to marry the man your family has selected to take your hand. As royalty these important matters are arranged for you, but when you meet your soon to be husband, he is nothing like you expected.

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No, the part of this that you felt the agonizing truth in, the part that told you deep down in the pit of your stomach where you kept every deep dark secret that could potentially reach up and suffocate you, the part that told you that you were doomed – completely and utterly doomed–

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Crimson dawn comes.

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Pairing: Taehyung / Reader

Genre: Smut smut smutty smut, dom/sub undertones, kinbaku

Summary: His touch, his mouth and his hands in the cloud of darkness that encased you was all that you could hope would ground your quivering heart.

Word count: 971

Note: “(ノ°∀°)ノ⌒・*:.。. taehyung + kinbaku .。.:*・゜゚・*☆” damn, this ask. Requests are open here, so feel free to send any in ^^


Welts bloomed into the grooves of your skin with each shift of your body, constellations of pinks and deep reds biting marks along the expanse of your arms and thighs from where the rope burned into your flesh. Plaits of fibre were wrapped around the curve of your waist, crossing lines over your chest so that your bare breasts jutted with your every quivering breath. Your calves were pressed firmly to the underside of your thighs with the threads of crimson, limiting the extension of the muscles while your arms were stung out behind you, lines keeping your movements confided to the stretch of your wrist and slide of your palm. A wad of silk was tied over the upper half of your face, encasing your vision in a delightful darkness while your chin rested on the wollen expanse of the sheets, your legs parted unceremoniously in their trapped state. The itch to move had long since lit up into your limbs, pushing pressure like liquid concrete into your lungs as you arched and struggled, but one touch from his large palm had you jolting away from the urge to be replaced by nothing but warm pleasure pooling at the pit of your stomach.

“Careful Y/N,” A deep voice purred into your ear, tongue darting out to trace along the shell of your ear sending you in a mess of whimpers that ached for his touch, “Keep breathing, we don’t want you panicking so soon do we?”

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Open Wide (Doyoung x Reader)

Rating: M

(A/N) Aloha, guys!! I’m back with some super tasty Doyoung smut, requested by an anon who understands that we. need. more. Doyoung! This scenario is where you’re just casually watching a movie when…uh oh, Doyoungie is a bit touchy! Also. I DON’T KNOW WHY IT TURNED INTO A DADDY KINK SCENARIO, BUT IT DID AND I’M EMBRACING IT. Enjoy!

Originally posted by taesyong

The winter storm warning alert you had received on your phone earlier that day certainly wasn’t wrong, nor did it disappoint. The ground was already completely covered in white and the darkening sky was blocked out with puffy grey clouds that shed snowflakes the size of dinner plates. Luckily for you, you were currently snuggled underneath your favorite blanket in your cozy living room while your boyfriend prepared dinner diligently in the kitchen.

You could hear Doyoung humming softly to himself as you stood up from your blanket cacoon to see what he was close to finished. You loved watching your boyfriend in the kitchen, his broad shoulders shifting underneath his red long sleeve shirt as he carefully tasted the soup. He wasn’t surprised to find you barely hovering behind him, a smirk on his face as he held out the spoon to you, “Open wide.”

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anonymous asked:

How about Harry seeing how many times he can actually make u cum? Like maybe you've just had ur first big one and you're trying to calm down when Harry starts rubbing at ur nub again and you gasp "w-what are you doing?" And he has this tranced look on his face and properly spends the next few hours making u shake and cry

Because it’s not just about how many times can he make you come, it’s all the different ways he can, too. Because maybe you were at dinner with friends and had a few too many, so you made an off-hand comment about how clitoral stimulation is the best and easiest way to get you off. And Harry took that as a personal challenge. 

By the time he’s got you on the bed, naked and writhing beneath him while his thumb is poised expertly over your clit and only one more swipe across is needed to finish the job…he stops. And asks if it really is the best way to get you off. Luckily he’s not that cruel and starts up again, letting you sink right back into that sweet spot that you soon fall numb in and melt away completely. 

But you can hardly soak up the afterglow as he’s back rubbing on you with his longest finger finding your g-spot and telling you to come hither. The motion crumples your body involuntarily, still highly sensitive and alert, but all he does is continue to heap pleasure upon you with a focused stare as he rolls his tongue between his teeth. 

“W-what are you doing?” He’s left your clit alone for now, focusing all of his energy on fingering that spot deep inside you in a way that has your belly clenching and heart racing. 

“Think I need to remind yeh of summat, petal.” Your thighs start to close in around his hand, squeezing tightly and limiting his ability. But with one strong arm he’s able to wrangle them and hold you down so you can’t hide from the sensations he’s giving you. 

He presses hard against your spongy spot and you can’t contain the cry that leaves your lips and wracks through your whole body. As orgasm trembles throughout you, you fall heavily back to the bed, Harry’s fingers leaving you only for a moment as he crawl on top of you. 

He swipes away a small tear that’s leaked from the corner of your eye, ensuring he has your attention before speaking. “Getting yeh off all ways is easy for me.” 

And he further proves his point the rest of the night, allowing his tongue, his fingers, and his cock to take turns gracing you with pleasure. 

anonymous asked:

Hey Aunt Scripty. So in TV and movies, people just inject the syringe in whatever body part of the victim. Like, is that how it works? Don't they need to find a vein or something? Or will the substance injected to body work even if it wasn't entered directly to the bloodstream?

Hey there nonny! So first things first: TW NEEDLES for those who yelled at me last time for posting a picture of needles on a medical blog.

Next: the short answer is, it depends.

The long answer is, it depends!

Different medications work via different mechanisms. Some need to be injected directly into the bloodstream. Some can be given under the skin (like a PPD, the test for tuberculosis). Some should really be given through an IV that ends near the heart, while others can just be injected into the muscle.

The medical shorthands for the various injection types are:

  • IN (intranasal; this is done with the medicine and an “atomizer”, not a needle; it’s given as a spray). This is limited to meds that will absorb there and can only have a small volume, up to 2-ish mLs.
  • SQ (subcutaneous) goes under the skin. This is given for small volumes of medication, usually less than 0.5mL .
  • IM (intramuscular, literally injected deep into the muscle). Again, you can only do IM with meds that can absorb this way. You can only give small volumes: up to 3mL in the deltoids (arms), up to 5mL in the thighs or glutes (butt).
  • IV (intravenous) have no limit on volume, because they’re given through the vein, and the cardiovascular system can absorb a surprising amount of fluid. This is also the fastest method.
  • Some IV medications should be given through central lines (ones that have long catheters where the tip is just outside the heart). These are typically medications that affect the vasculature, like norepinephrine, phenylephrine, or epinephrine (when given by a drip).

Some Things We DON’T Do

Medfolk will also never, ever, just give an injection into a vein. Substance abusers will “hotshot” drugs like this, but this is something medfolk DO NOT DO:

This is simply Not Done by people who know what they’re doing.

It’s a trope in TV and movies, because it’s quick and neat and easy and brutal to just have someone get a needle in their arm.

It’s worth noting that if your character GETS a hotshot for some reason, yes, it is realistic to have the person giving the injection pull back on the plunger and make sure that the syringe gets a little bit of blood in it. That’s how you’re sure you’re in the vein; we do this with IVs and saline all the time.

Below: Good To Do!

(Note: I have never seen a stopcock on an IV like that.)

Medfolk will always, ALWAYS put in an IV rather than hotshot a medication. (At least, that’s how it works everywhere I’ve ever practiced

The reason for an IV over a hotshot is that if the needle moves during an IV and exits the vein, yeah, you’ll get some bruising and someone will be pissed, but if someone moves during a hotshot with the wrong medication, the area around the injection site can necrotize and die. NOT COOL.

As for SQ medications, the skin is pinched (to get it away from the muscle) and the injection is given into the skin, usually at a 45 degree angle.

IM injections are done by grabbing the muscle group in question to stabilize it – usually the deltoid, glute or thigh. The needle is inserted into the muscle, and drawn back to make sure there is no blood, because injecting IM medications into a vein by accident can give your patient an overdose. Note that I’ve never accidentally put an IM needle in a deep vein, nor have I met anyone who’s done so. It’s mostly a theoretical concern. Anyway, we draw back, make sure no blood, then inject into the muscle. It’s worth noting that these, and SQ injections, hurt not from the needle (mostly) but from the fluid as it pushes into tissue.

It’s worth noting that every. single. time. I see an injection on TV it’s wrong, with the exception of one injection I remember from House (and I’m not tracking it down just to verify it).

Now, as to writing injections, there’s one thing I wanted to point out. Characters will not always get injections with their permission. Sedation and other injections can happen against someone’s will. Unless it’s medically necessary and the person isn’t competent to refuse care, this is a human rights violation. Human rights violations also make good drama, though, so it’s worth discussing how this works.

In that case, IV meds are out. Just, no. You’re not realistically going to get IVs on struggling people. Trust me, I have tried.

Instead, whoever is doing the injection will need to opt for a medication that works IM (in the muscle), and will want to give that injection into the biggest muscle they can find. The lateral thigh works just fine, and while technically they SHOULD clean the site, it’s impractical. Simply stick the needle through someone’s pants into the thigh or the glute, and inject, and get out. This is our approach to struggling people who are dangers to themselves and others, and it can work for your characters too.

Hope this was helpful!

xoxo, Aunt Scripty

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Just The Girl Next Door

Jungkook x Reader One Shot

Word Count ~ 3,200

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Loss of Virginity, Masturbation and Under Aged Drinking.

Excuse mistakes please.

Plot: My whole love life is centered around one man, Jeon Jungkook, and to him l’m “Just The Girl Next Door”.


Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

In his eyes l’m just the girl next door. In my eyes he’s the prince charming l love. 

But, it wasn’t always like this, there was a time when he loved me. 

… 

We were friends because our families were friends, we both learned to like each other. Then we learned to love each other, it turned out that we had pretty messed up families who didn’t take care of their children properly, so we loved each other in order to make up for the love we lacked from our parents.

And like that we spent our lives together in the same neighborhood in the same town, 

Until high school. 

This is were everything broke apart. Jungkook and l were close, we talked all the time, we’d walk to and from school together, and we ate lunch together, everybody called us “the not actually but kinda siblings”. 

We loved that neck name. Lovers for short. 

But the day came when Jungkook found a girl he loved, her name was Nana. I didn’t know Nana well but l knew l wasn’t going to like her. She wanted Jungkook for her self, all for her self. He was so blinded by love that he followed her every command. Every one of them. 

“Leave her,” She said, and he did, with out a second though. 

Even after spending 17 years together he just left. Shortly after wards he got a tattoo or severely, and started not coming to school as often. Now when he passed by me l could smell alcohol and tobacco in his breath. 

He wasn’t the Jeon Jungkook l knew anymore. 

… … 

Knock knock’ 

lt was 3 am on a Friday night, Jungkook and l are both 19 and there was someone banging on the door. 

“W-who’s the-ere?” 

“1 2 3, it me” 

My eyes widened from shock, he still remembered that? When we were little that was our code way of say “Help, l feel like dying” I opened the door to a drunk Jungkook, 

“J-jungkook?" 

"Hey," He chuckled at me, with depression in his eyes.

"Wanna talk?" 

"S-sure…" 

I showed him the way into my house, which was only occupied by me, my parent don’t come home anymore. I got him to the couch and he flipped on to it besides me. 

"So-o, what did you want to talk about?" 

"Us," 

"Wha…" 

"First l want to say sorry, and for everything, l’m sorry for leaving you for some thot, l’m sorry for hurting you the way l did, l’m even more sorry for taking away your best friend, me" 

I smiled, only a little, and mumbled "It’s too late…" 

"What? Huh, not surprised… l mean l am two years too late” He chuckled at the end,

“Do you remember what you said to me when you left, do you remember how much l begged you not to go,” l hadn’t noticed but my tears were falling so quickly, “Do you remember l told you she was no good. Do you?” My voice was rising, “Do you remember, what you said to be as you coldly walked away?”

“No…”

“Your just the girl next door,” l cried the hardest at line.

“l’m soo sorry,” He grabbed my hand and intertwined his own it to it, it had been two years since the last time l felt his hands like this, and l forgot just how big they were. “Please, let me help you forget,” He inched closer, so close l could smell the tobacco under his breathe, l wanted to puck.

“Ju-jungkook…” l whimpered,

His kiss was a response to my whimper. This wasn’t my first kiss only because in the 7th grade at a class trip he had kissed me, he was still my first kiss. As his tongue started to lick the opening to my mouth l grew sick of the tobacco that was slipping in with him. l pushed him off of me only to realized he had pinned me on to the couch. 

“Wh-what’s wrong?” He asks as l spit the confines of our kiss to the floor.

“l-l can’t with the taste of tobacco, ahh”

“O-oh, l’m sorry, actually now that you brought it up, l’m wanting to start a new, that means l’m taking out all the bad and l’m going to put in good. So… will you take me back as a friend, l can’t ask for any other position but that,” He says looking down at our hands intertwined, at the tobacco stuck between his finger nails.

“Jungkook, l don’t hate you so, being your friend is something l want to do too, but first you can’t smoke anymore other wise l can’t spend much time with you, okay?”

“O-okay,” He says handing me a packet of cigarettes followed by “Please throw this a way for me,”

“B-but, there is only on cigarette that was used,”

“That was the one l used before l came here, l got nervous,” He says scratching the back of his head shyly, it starting to feel like old times, l’m happy.

“Then l should be going, it is pretty late after all.”

“O-oh, aren’t you locked out of your house at this time?”

“Y-yeah, but l don’t want to impose on you..”

“Well it’ll be just like old times,” l say while remembering in those times.

“Only we won’t stay in the same bed, hehe” Then l remember this isn’t like old times,

… 

l woke up after Jungkook to the smell of food in the kitchen, l sneak in to the kitchen hoping to scare him when l see his lose tang top that reveals his “F**K it” Tattoo, then l remember this isn’t like the old day, the days where we used to be in love. Ever since he came back l want to rush things and make it just like how it was, but l know theses things take time.

Jungkook and l had a meaningful conversation, he told me everything, every detail of his life with out me, he told me that he was blinded not by love but by Nana’s sex, he said “lt was like a spell”. He also told me that what made him want to change was because he realized after spending so much time away from me he wanted to see me again, so he came back.

l told him the details of why my parents left and how the rest of my life was, not as interesting as his but, he cared enough to listen, just like the old days.

… (Four months later, the two of us have been dating now for four months)

Jungkook stopped smoking now for four months, he even got some of his tattoos removed, he also made it to gradation and now were going on to university, looks like we’d made it this far and now Jungkook and l have returned to be best friends or lovers as my classmates call us, only…

Every time l look at Jungkook a reflect of “l’m sorry” is what stares back at me, he hates him self.

“Love me,” Jungkook said one lazy afternoon,

“Wha… Jungkook are you sick again,” l say jokingly as l walk up towards him to feel his forehead,

“No, make love to me,” He says grabbing my wrist and pulling my body to sit perfectly on top of his erection.

“J-Jung-gkook-ok” l was so tooken back by this, l couldn’t even say his name correctly.

“You can feel it, right, this how much l want you, please…”

“Uhhh, Jungkook, l-l well, right now, l’m not ready…”

“l know your virgin but trust me you’ll like this,”

“Jungkook are you saying this out of love or lust?”

“What kinda of a question is that, both.”

“So, are you gonna force me?”

“No…”

“Then..”

“Then, jack me off.”

“Whaaa”

“Do it and i’ll wait how ever long you want me too,”

“Even til marriage?”

“Yes, even til marriage”

“Okay…”

l heard him unzip his pants as he gently pulled my hand towards his erection which was now out and in the open, throbbing, to embarrassed to see it face to face l looked a way, this very same thing is gonna rip me apart in years to come.

“Hey.. don’t be so embarrassed, trust me l want hurt you with this thing if your worried about that, okay?”

Shortly after that he placed my hand of it. lt was so hard, and my finger couldn’t wrap around the whole thing so l can’t even say it’s width, it’s texture was very veiny, it was throbbing so much and it was slimy. He was so big! he guided my hand to go up and down slowly, then he started to whine how l’m going to slow, so l sped up.

“Ah! Fuck!”

“O-oh l’m sorry, l didn’t mean to hurt you, l’m really no good at this…”

“Hurt? Are you kidding me, that felt soooo good! Keep going, you tiny soft hands are driving me crazy!”

“…okay..”

He was twitching so much, and he was still going harder. Seriously how will this go inside of me? He still kept telling me to speed up and to squeeze him harder, he was moaning so much! There was so much slim!

“l’m so close baby, just a little more! Fuck!”

l started to feel wet too, his moans and the simple fact that l had this affect on him, it was making me want to touch my self. So Jungkook did it for me.

“Aww, your horny too aren’t ya, come here.”

He placed me on his thigh riding me, he thighs are so big and firm. l’ve sat on them before but never have l rode them. The clothes om my counter part to what l was jacking of in my hand, was getting in the way so he ripped my under wear off. As l was reaching my high, so was he. His large hands grabbed my waist pushing up and down, side to side, left to right, up and down, l really loved bouncing on him the most. When l wasn’t reaching my high fast enough Jungkook inserted a finger then placed another hand on my clit, still thigh riding me to my very limit.

“Baby, ahh, l can tell, your close, ahh, too!” His panting getting in the way of his speech.

“Ye-yessss”

Just as l said that Jungkook finished all over my hand, there was so much sperm, l felt like we wasted it just letting it spell on my hands. Shortly after Jungkook climax my came hard on me, l felt Jungkook’s hands grab my waist again and forceful riding me, it felt good rough, finishing on his lab and riding the rest of my high with quiet moans which he loved. 

“…l love you..” l panted out quietly,

“love ya too y/n”

… …

l spent the next two and a half years with Jungkook fixing his “broken” life. He ended up wanting me to marry as l did for him, but on our wedding night she showed up, Nana.

And like a flood, all of the forgotten insecurities come in at once.

Still not sure as to who invited her, Jungkook swears on his life he did, and l believe him, she must have just found her way here.

We rushed to the honeymoon hotel that was rented for this night, the “happiest” night of our lives, but now it just sad. 

“l’m sorry,” Here he goes again with the apologizes.

“Jungkook, l’ve told you before l forgive you”

“l’m sorry…” l Could hear him sniffle.

“Stop it already!” l shot at him, my anger wasn’t really at him, but her.

“l’m-” l interrupted him from saying “l’m sorry” again.

“I don’t have any ideal why that fuck she’s here for, but! Stop saying your sorry…” l broke down crying, l just wanted to forget his past, the years he abandoned me, the times l found my self crying, alone, when he was the only one l always turned too. l just wanted to forget, but here, that she took his virginity and not me, that he loved her, or was “blinded” by “love”, as he says. l just wanted to forget.

“l’m sorry…”

“Prove it, make me forget.”

“How…”

“l don’t know. Do what ever, l just want to wake up and forget the name “Nana”, okay?”

“Okay” He says huskily walking towards me.

“One thing, i’ll be gentle the first round, but when l’m down, you won’t be able to walk straight.” 

With his overly muscular hands he picked me up and placed me on the bed, this was the beginning of  the “first round” or what ever he called it. First he stripped me of my cloths, then him self. l saw it again, our first meeting l wasn’t quite ready to see it, then we met a couple of times of pure accident, but now l want it, no l need it, l need it to help me forget this pain.

“Please relax, place your head on the pillow and spread your legs,” l follow his every word.

Since l was wearing no cloths l felt so exposed, Jungkook and l have seen each other naked before, but we both had a understanding of no touching, now that doesn’t exist. He placed a cold hand on my clit, earning a squeak out of me. His other hand fondling my breasts. His mouth was on my lips, kissing my tears away, placing his tongue inside of my mouth, he trailed down towards my neck, leaving marks on his way down. After a while of fondling with his hand, he started with his tongue, making me moan his name.

“Jungkook~” l whined, not getting much attention towards my aching core, which wanted him, more like “it”. Ignoring my request he placed his mouth on my breasts and started to suck violently,

“Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook!” l moaned again, his mouth felt so good, my now wet core really showed it. Sucking my breast til l screamed was his cue to move lower, much lower, leaving cute wet kiss on his way down. Placing his tongue on my clit, treating the same way he treated my breasts, sucking hard, the louder sucks the high patch my voice got for him,

“Ahhh, Jungkook!” l grabbed his hair, my back arcing at his touch now.

“Hummm, babe..” He mumbled, but since was at my core his deep voice just echoed it’s way throw me, shaking me, l was coming close because of it.

He then placed his pinkie in to my core, licking up and down starting form my clit and down to where his finger was pushed into.

“Your fucking pussy is so wet!” He teased, mocking the slurp sounds that my vagina gave when he moved his finger in and out. “Aww, look your trying to come off this one itty bitty finger, aren’t you.” l nodded my head as my hips thrusts match his pinkie fingers, desperately trying to reach my climax. “Here, let me give you this,” He slipped his pinkie out, taking it towards his mouth, taking his time with the licking, “Mmmumm, so sweet, ahh” Tease me, locking eye contact with his words. He then slips in his middle finger, filling me up as he goes, reaching a dead end. “Damnnnn, your so tight, fuck I’ma really have to be gently later since your this tight on just my middle finger.”

His finger starts to pound faster, and faster, harder and harder, most of the time he’d hit my g-spot, “AAHhhh, J-jungggkoo-ok” l stuttered out, this felt too good! 

“Wow! So you can get tighter, shit, your close aren’t you.”

l nod as my response, my throat to dry for words anymore, all the panting also left my lips dry, l wanted to kiss. Like he read my mind we kissed, and l squirted on him. And he loved it, it felt like pee at first but the longer his was fingering me l just didn’t care anymore. Any bits that spill out of me he saw he drank. Panting and trembling underneath him he looked at me and said. “Round two”

He placed him self on top, placing his you-know-what at my entrances, after moving his tip around my clit, teasing me again. Moving around the inside of my labia he final finds my vagina and then with one big thrust he enters. 

“Ah! Ow..” 

“S-sorry…”

“No! Don’t say that, please move, move!”

Not wanting to hear me complain he moved his massive counter part inside of me, slowly at first. Because of his size he had to be gentle other wise he’d actually break me, so l told him to move faster, in between the pants l whined for him to move, 

“F-fasterrrr!”

“A-are you sure, l haven’t been in you longer than a minute?”

“Just do it!” He was right, l started to tear up a little, but l knew that the pain wouldn’t hurt for long. 

“Ahh, ahh! So fucking TIGHT!” 

Yeah… lt’s didn’t take long before his worry of me faded to pure lust. His pace sped up so quickly, he was so hot, l he was melting my insides to my outsides, l wanted to slow down my body because l was coming too quickly. He was still growing inside of me, l could feel how he was gonna blow and quick. My wall’s were squeezing him so quickly, l knew this because every five seconds he’s say something about it, meanwhile l’m at a lose of words because l can say is, “Jungkook!”

He gripped my clit with his plump thumb and index finger, that was what made me come in the end.

“l’m COMING!” l screamed as he followed soon afterwards. He pulled out right before he exploded, then his sperm on my stomach. 

“Round three” He muttered tiredly, he wanted to sleep, we both felt like jelly but he was determent to… to.., wait what did l ask him to do this for me for again?

Oh yeah… it was to forget, and l forgot.

He placed me in the doggy position, at least that was what he called it, he then placed his face in between to my core, forcing me to forget what l had forgotten with every swallow.

“Ahhh, Jungkook, let me ride you thigh,” l requested seeing who l have done this is such a while.

l hopped on to him, we when slow, l moved on my own as he firmed parts of his thigh making me go insane with pleasure, ah! l hopped up and down not being able to carry my self, Jungkook started to bounce his leg, l was loving every second, he hopped me towards another ending, he flipped me laying on my back and whispered “Round four”

“No, l-l can’t go anymore”

“b-but”

“No, please l can’t even get up, no more, let sleep”

Rolling his eyes he said, “Gladly” a plopped on the bed next to me, cuddling as we both said our “l love you”s off to dream land.


Keke, like if you couldn’t tell l was really trying to make the smut good, sorry if you ended up find some unfixed errors or didn’t like something else.

As always hoped you enjoyed =))

Love,

Sarang.

Between Friends

Sam asks for a favor that only very, very good friends would agree to do.

This was a very weird idea of mine that I sort of came up with after a quirky dream. It sort of almost has Blam in it but not really like they’re not involved other than… educationally? Yeah… I’m gonna go sit in a corner.

“I need help.”

Kurt doesn’t look back from his jewellery sketches when he hears Sam say that, assuming he won’t be needed in this conversation. His husband’s best friend would be in town for the weekend only and Kurt’s more than happy to let them have their time as he is due to finish his designs in the next few days anyway.

“With what?”

“Sex.”

But there are some things that pull Kurt’s attention even when he’s trying to focus on something else.

“Uh… okay,” Blaine says slowly, stealing a glance at Kurt who shrugs.

“Yeah, I mean. You two are pretty good at it, right?” Sam says. “At least you have a lot of it.”

“What makes you say that?” Kurt asks.

“Oh, come on.”

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God Of Winter- Chapter 1

God Of Winter

Chapter 1

Summery: Bucky Barnes- The God Of winter is expecting with his mortal wife… What could possibly go wrong?

Originally posted by gliceria

He was a busy God, Dealing with whatever he deals with in his time. God Of Winter taking care of the weather on his half, wouldn’t come home until late at night. He would be either too tired to do anything, be over hungry and spend his nights stuffing his face with anything his wife had stored for him for the day, or come home horny ready for five plus rounds. Not that his wife minded the latter, But she was getting very depressed of not seeing him home as much, sure their marriage started out as a punishment for Bucky, because he was being a dick to his parents, but now whatever hate and despair is now the warmest love and adoration. They truly fell for each other. Seeing as Bucky handled the quite part of his kingdom. 


“Bucky?” His wife complained, rubbing her eyes as her door creaked open to reveal a streak of light rushing in to hit the dark. “Is that you?” She complained, trying as she might to adjust to the light. She was fully sat now, the covered held to her chest in worry if it wasn’t her God and some servant.


“It’s me Doll, Go back to sleep.” He ushered her with his soft voice, she heard his heavy footsteps, he must have stayed put in his office for quite a long time, he had many things to take care of, Thanks to his parents for always dumping the shitty work load on his part of the kingdom. “I’ll be in bed in a second,” His tone didn’t suggest anything. She just couldn’t tell if he wanted her tonight sexually or not. Either way, she found her body unconsciously getting closer to his side of the bed, true to his words, in a matter of seconds the bed dipped and in came Bucky’s hands pulling his wife closer to his body, entangling their legs together as she found him placing his hand under her head for her to rest on. 


“How was work?” She asked, finding it hard for her eyes to find his in the dark room, Not only was it winter outside- which would only be expected- it was also very dark at night, even stars sometimes took a disappearing act. 


“I finished it faster then expected,” He breathed out, his chest feeling heavy. “So much work, I wont leave until the afternoon tomorrow.” Bucky answered, as he heard the faint disappointing tone of his wife. “We could wake up early and spend the morning together.” His tone was drifting, and so was her subconscious. With the small smile she sent in her sleep, James went to sleep feeling less heavier then when he came in his room. 


He would do anything to see her happy, his mortal wife, his other half…




“Are you on your period?” Bucky asked, seeing his wife grumbling as she came down the steps. Her bare feet emitted a pitter patter as she took the steps down, as she clung to her stomach and held the railing for her dear life. Everything was cold- from the tip of her toe nail all he way up to the brim of her head full of hair. 


“What is that suppose to mean?” Came her anxious reply, as they entered the kitchen seeing it completely naked of all servants. 


“Your back never hurts unless your on your period, I  was going to suggest we cuddle by the fireplace as you read me a book.” He was the sweeties God of them all, even Thor The God Of Thunder couldn’t hold a candle in Bucky’s way. Shaking her head, she went about to open the fridge, feeling her husband hovering behind her back.


“No, I’m not on my period.” She assured, grabbing eggs and turning around only to find her God caging her around the fridge. “But I wouldn’t mind your idea.” She smiled sweetly. slightly shoving the egg carton over his unclothed chest, hoping he would get the message to move his sorry ass. 


“I don’t like egg,” James complained, puffing out his chest to his wife. “You know that…” He complained, almost feeling offended. “Or is this your way of punishing me for not being home as often.” Bucky chuckled as he found his mortal wife breaking into a small but evident smile. “Plus you haven’t eaten eggs since we got married.” Bucky inspected, dejectedly thinking to himself something wasn’t right this one morning as she pushed him away and went to cooking. 




If that wasn’t a hint, he should have payed close attention to when she would sleep, it was uncommon for her to take naps at all, as she would get a well needed rest during the night- “The nights are longer in Winter Bucky, Your the God who created Winter.” She would complain each time Bucky would point out she sleeps only at night. - Bucky found it odd.


He came home from work very early, as he had finished all his duties and decided to take the whole day off in hopes of spending it with his love. And yet he came home to seeing servants covering her body with blankets because her body was shivering in the cold living room. He ever spoke to his servants, always letting his wife handle them, so when he suddenly voiced out his mind to the poor little servant who was placing the blanket snugly around The Gods wife, the little servant jumped a foot in the air and scattered like mice without heeding much less a glance. 


“Whats her problem,” Bucky shook his head as he looked down at his wife and crouched down to her level. Softly placing a hand over her face in hopes of waking her. He didn’t take the whole day off for nothing. “Wake up, Doll.” He would never call her what other Gods call their wives. He always refers to her in a mortal way, wanting to make sure that she knew he loved where she came from. “Wake up,” He rubbed her cheek, softly placing the strands of her long hair behind her bitty ears. 


She looked different, Not that she had changed her hair or switched up her lip gloss, She was just different. Wrinkles adored her forehead in sleep now, her cheeks seem more rosier, and she would opt to not use makeup as much as she use to wear it, her laugh lines more noticeable. Her hands always seem to be placed on her stomach, taking heed of the act, Bucky smiled to himself. “She must be on her period,” He thought once again, It has been a week since he asked her last. 


Seeing the warmest hazel eyes open up, he found him self reaching for her lips in a swell kiss. And yet she pushed him off, frowning. Either she was confused or he smelled. “You smell bad-” Yup he guessed it. But he wouldn’t blame her, he was outside for most of the morning getting things off his land. 


“I’ll take a shower,” He assured, seeing as she was gagging. “I was meaning to ask if your on your period?” He send a genuine smile her way, She had to be on her period now, its nearing the end of the month and she’s still clean. The fact of missing her period seemed quite odd, considering she has a heavy week. 


“Why would you even ask me that,” She complained, James could see the gears in her head turning, he might have annoyed her with the constant talk of her month. 


“Just didn’t want our home to be cold for you,” It was meant as a sweet gesture. She knew it was, but him constantly asking her about her body was starting to get to her, since it was her body and she was experiencing many pain around hr body she was starting to worry. 


“Please go shower.”




James was many things, but he was not an all nighter. His wife just seemed to have enough energy at her disposal, Begging for round after round.  Sideways, over, and under, even asking for weird positions. He would pound in with a strong force each passing thrust seeing as she was begging him to ravish her. 


Pulling her leg over his shoulder and wrapping her tight pussy with sensations she was yet to discover. Her hands would rub her nipples, or pulling her husbands body closer to hers. As he pushed in one final time, he saw her quite down and relax under his image. The sweat gathered over his face was getting annoying so he pulled the extra covers they had laying around on their king bed and wiped his face with it. James was simply cleaning himself, but the sudden moan that left the women’s mouth had him thinking she might be The God Of Sex. 


“Doll,” He huffed, looking over at the blinking lights of their clock, “Its three in the morning,” He set his body beside hers to rest, breathing in and out uncontrollably. “We’ve been at it since nine.” He complained, he was sure his wife wouldn’t be able to move by her self in the morning. Seeing as he took her by every angle. 


“I need more Bucky,” She cried, reaching down for her clit. He didn’t understand her, it’s not like he deprives her of love making, in fact he would at least make her cum one way or the other every morning, right before breakfast. “Please, one last time,” She complained, seeing as he pulled her hand away from her clit. 


“Fine, but this time, were doing it slow.” The God huffed. He was already worn out, He honestly didn’t think he would get tired of seeing her beg him to slap her ass or bite her thighs, but now he understood even as a God he had his limits.  Pulling her over his body, he slid into her instantly, finding her breast poking fun at his lips, he began sucking and rocking her with his hands over her round ass cheeks. 


Hearing her moan he closed his eyes and found solace in their room. “Oh God,”


“Im right here,” He assured, giving her his full love. 





He was damn tired. Hell that was an understatement. He was sure his body was dead weight at this point. His wife wouldn’t even leave his side. At first he found it out of tune when she offered to walk with him to his work, then took note of her cherry mood, her reason behind it all? “You make my stomach feel well,” 


He was growing worried for her change of mood, not that he would have her any other way, she was just changing in ways he couldn’t explain, Her eating habits were different, her constant sleeping trips became very frequent and un arranged, Her hormonal level had sky rocketed. And yet out of all of them, James still couldn’t put the pieces into place. Maybe she thought he was cheating on her and wanted to be around him more often, but she never gave him a reason to think so. 


“Could we get something to eat from the village?” She asked, turning around to see her husband shuffling his feet over the shin high snow. he nodded, not wanting to spoil the mood. His wife almost never goes outside her home to the villagers. As they would always call her out on being a human.  He just wanted her to feel welcomed and have fun. It’s not everyday he gets to spend with her while he’s on his work days. Plus she got a small glimpse of what his work is exactly, maybe she would stop complaining hes not home as often as she would like for him to be. 


“I’m having such a great day, Bucky.” His wife greeted, wanting nothing more then to enter a restaurant and order her life away. 


“Me two.” He deadpanned, tightening his crispy scarf around his raw neck. 




“You made this?” He asked, arching a brow. The dining table was  adored with many different types of foods and desserts. “Should I be worried?” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. His lips already watering, wanting nothing more then to sink his teeth into the food before him.  His wife was an excellent cook, the best of the kingdom. And yet she never cooked as often as her husband wished. 


“Yes, it’s for us,” She flattened her dress and offered to push his chair in, giggling once her God respectfully rejected her offer and went to push her chair in. 


“So, I have to ask,” Bucky began as he pulled a chicken leg and some rice with veggies over his plate, “Whats the occasion?” 


“You should drink some wine first-” She pointed to the glass beside his plate, and noiselessly ushered him to take a dip. “You would most likely need to be drunk…” Rubbing her hands together she watched as he skeptically took his wine glass and swirls it, before sniffing the liquid and bringing it over to his lips. His Addams apple bobing up as he drank the glass in one swing.


“Now, mind sharing this news,” 


“Bucky, Im expecting.”


He stayed silent for a good five minutes. His facial expression void and out of tune. He didn’t even move a muscle, with his eyes blown up like the plates before them. And thats exactly when everything fell into place. The newly found interest in food she absolutely use to hate, the sudden urge to make love last longer, The reasons behind her visits to his kingdom, The sudden naps she seemed to fall into. It all made sense to him now, 


“I just found out, its been a month…” She trailed, uncertain if he was even listening or not anymore. He seemed ejected from reality, She honestly didn’t know what to say, or better yet what to make out of the situation. And at the last minute, he picked up his head to stare right into her crystal eyes, with a strait face and the most serious tone, he spoke like The God he is, ruthless and emotionless…


“Are you sure?” 

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A/N:

Tara! this will be edited soon for any misspelling. 

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Voltron fanfic. Probably rated T when it’s done. Definitely Shiro x Keith. Here I get situational with Pidge/Katie’s pronouns. Feedback is always welcome.

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There was no indication that this would be anything other than a team fight against a beast until they were lined up at the entrance. Shiro was in the middle, with Ch’varr beside him and Xi behind him. Matt was up front.

Then the master of ceremonies spoke over the loudspeakers. “Today, we will find the strongest among these gladiators. Those who survive the encounter with the mighty Myzax will go on to greater glory.”

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redinkofshame  asked:

You mentioned that the female body-chan is too exaggerated for your tastes; what do you think of the Figma Archetype Next: She? (I know you mentioned cost, I'm just curious if you have experience with it and it's less pose-able or something.)

Hi, thanks for the ask, and for your patience!  I had a couple of crazy work weeks, so I’m behind on asks and posting new pictures, but I’m hoping to catch up next week!

As to your question – first off, some background for anyone reading:

S.H. Figuarts Body-chan (left) | Figma Archetype Next: She (right)

In general, I do think the Figma Archetype Next: She figure looks like a more useful resource for someone seeking less stylized anatomy.  I also think these look like two entirely different women, with Body-chan appearing maybe 4′ or 4′5″ based on her proportions and head size (though still lacking anatomical believability), while Next: She’s proportions are more like 5′9″ to 6ft tall.  I even overlaid Next: She’s photo over some of these athlete body comparison charts to see how the proportions line up.  She consistently matches the 6′+ female athletes, and occasionally a 5′6″ or 5′8″.  I recommend trying it out yourself too, paying close attention to head size and placement of the soles of the feet. Any drawings based on these figures would have to account for their proportional differences.

I don’t have either figure, so I can’t really vouch for quality or poseability.  I’ve found pictures of Body-kun and Body-chan together, but I don’t know how Next: She’s scale compares to Body-kun’s.

My biggest worry about Next: She from looking at pictures is flexibility in posing.  With such a long torso, it would be difficult to get a realistic bend or swivel in the spine without having an additional point of articulation at the center of the waist.  Even Body-kun with his short torso doesn’t have as much flexibility there as I would like.  I can’t get him to fully curl over his knees, for example.

The pictures on this site are some good examples of the lack of realistic bend.  She achieves some good @eschergirls​ -like snaking in the waist, but I’ve never seen a real human achieve such feats. ^_^

I also find it disappointing that none of the female figures appear to have any full swivel capability above the biceps or the upper thighs, because it’s helpful to see the rotation of the muscles and joints even if your female characters only have the slightest hint of muscle definition.  It may not be a deal-breaker if you have good anatomical knowledge or have a simplified art style, but it’s a minus for sure if you ever draw buff women.  It looks like both female figures might have *some* swivel in the thighs, but it also looks much more limited than Body-kun, who can achieve over 90 degree turnout purely from upper thigh rotation. (anyone out there who has either female figure and can confirm?)

Here’s another example of how lack of flexibility can lead to faulty posing[1].  And this is even one of the promo images used for Next: She.  Yes, if you were lifting your leg in front of you, the back of your knee and the heel of your foot would face forward[2].  But if you were lifting your leg to the side as the figure is doing, the back of your knee and heel would face outward[3].  I’m not sure if it’s just a bad pose or a reflection of this figure lacking thigh-swiveling capability.  Either way, it’s something to watch out for when making a mannequin approximate a pose that it can’t quite do.  (disclaimer: Body-kun can almost do a full side split, but he can’t lift his leg above his waist, so it’s not like he can emulate these dancers either.  But he can do pose #1 with his knee and even his thigh muscles facing the right direction.)

Of course, mannequins are only guides, to be used as supplements alongside anatomical study from life.  So if your knowledge can fill in the gaps that the figure leaves behind, it’s all good.  I think this figure could probably be helpful for artists who are looking for more basic poses, or artists who don’t draw a lot of women with visible muscle mass, or for anyone who has good anatomical knowledge and can recognize the points where the figure deviates from reality.  When using mannequins, I also like to feel out unusual poses with my own body, and look at video and photos (ones I know aren’t doctored) and real life to judge the pose’s viability and do anatomical comparisons.

Personally, I find it more helpful to have a believable pose as a base, regardless of gender, than to have a correctly gendered figure that lacks believable posing ability.  So I prefer to stick with Body-kun for now.  But that’s purely personal preference.

tl:dr I do think Figma Archetype Next: She would be a helpful reference as long as you supplement it heavily with anatomical studying from life and can recognize where the figure falls short of reality - but this is also true of most drawing aids.  I think it has better anatomy than Body-chan, but I don’t think it has the same range of believable poseability as Body-kun.

I know that was probably way more detail than you wanted, but I hope it helps!  If anyone has either female figure and wants to chime in, feel free!

I doodled a velociraptor! Thoughts? (I’m an amateur dinosaur/bird aficionado so I’m not an expert on their anatomy)

Looking good! I’d modify the head some (the nostril actually curves upwards a bit, if you look at photographs of the skull) and I’d make the tail longer; also, it probably couldn’t extend it’s legs that much (the thighs have a very limited range of motion, with most of the rotation found in the calves and ankles) 

Rusty Back to the Future - Dean x reader

(Vacancy open for a name giver, because I suck)

Imagine: Dean doesn’t want to admit his age, therefore, he and (Y/N) travel back to the 80s where Dean meets with himself.

Characters: Dean x reader, Sam (small cameo), Castiel (small cameo), John (mentioned), Little Dean, Baby Sam, Bobby (mentioned).

Warnings: A bit of angst, mentions of blood and open wounds.

A/N: After watching Dean struggling to jump the fence, and playing on repeat Little Me by Little Mix, I got this idea. I’m happy with how it turned out, although I almost cried writing some parts of it. Either way, I hope you enjoy it.

Originally posted by weallneedcastiel

The sirens from the police’s cars where filling the air. The three hunters were surrounded, with only one way out – said way out required jumping a fence.

Sam went first. He basically flew to the other side, no stuttering and no failed landings.

Next it was (Y/N). She climbed the fence and jumped to the other side, stumbling a little when she touched the ground but managing to stay on her feet.

Lastly, Dean. It wasn’t the first time he was jumping a fence, that’s for sure, but it also wasn’t the first time that he struggled to.

Yes, in the past he had been an expert; he could jump any fence, escape from any situation without a problem and even sneaking into hot girl’s houses for that matter. But now, after many years of not worrying about his health, his age was beginning to be a problem.

Sam had always told him so, (Y/N) too. Dean didn’t exercise except when he trained body combat with Sam, and the only healthy food he would eat were the vegetables on his burgers. He would stay hydrated only with alcoholic drink and God helped the person that suggested him to visit the doctor or take vitamins, because Dean would begin a rant (if not a fight) trying to defend his non-existing youth.

“Hurry!” Sam urged his brother, taking notice of the police’s flashlights – searching for them.

“I’m trying, Sam!” Dean roared as he finally reached the highest point in the fence.

“Jump!” (Y/N) shouted. The officers had finally seen them.

Dean jumped like he had done in the past, falling on his knees when landing. However, he didn’t have any time to complain because, before he could even groan, Sam had already got him up and dragged him into the dark and to the Impala.

Obviously, Dean asked Sam to drive.

The older Winchester was lying on the backseat of his beloved car as the huntress, who was sitting beside him, looked on her purse for any pain-killer that Dean could take. Meanwhile, Sam managed to blend in on the usual traffic from that crowded highway Dean hated so much.

“Got anything?” Dean asked with a raspy voice. He had his legs over (Y/N)’s lap, and through his jeans fabric he could see blood.

“Unless you got menstrual pain, no.” She replied, closing her bag.

“Sweetheart,” Dean called, “I’m sure this hurt like menstrual pain.”

The huntress laughed and gave him one of her pills. Dean swallowed it without thinking twice and then proceeded to look for the emergency kit he always kept in the car. He found it under the seat.

“Need any help?” (Y/N) asked, noticing how Dean was struggling to reach the kit.

“No.” He simply said; his fingertips were almost touching the box.

After ten minutes of struggling, Dean managed to reach the box (although it had been Sam stepping to fast on the brakes, causing the kit to move closer to Dean) and handed it to the huntress.

“I can’t fold your jeans far enough… I’m going to need to cut them…”

“No!” Dean cried. The huntress and Sam rolled their eyes.

“Then you’ll have to take your pants off!” She roared.

“Sweetheart, if what you want is to see me naked, you only need to ask.” Dean winked.

“Aren’t you too old for those pick-up lines?” Sam joked from the driver’s seat.

“HOW DARE YOU?” Dean shouted. Yup, he was getting defensive.

What followed is simple: Dean giving useless arguments to Sam about why he’s not old, and his perfect shape and how stupid it is to exercise when they literally run after monsters every week. As always, he stood up for his true love: fast food and alcohol.

“Dean…” Sam called once more.

“No Dean, I’m in perfect shape. The fall was just because this goddamn flannel got stuck with one of the wires of the fence. I’m not old!” Dean insisted.

“Shut up, Sam.” (Y/N) shouted seconds after Sam opened his mouth to argue. “I’m sick of you two fighting.”

“Ha!” Dean mocked his brother.

“And I’m ALSO sick of you not accepting your age!” She continued, giving Dean a glare.

“My age? There’s nothing wrong with it and…”

“And you’re no longer a twenty year old that can binge on alcohol and pull off all-nighters every night!” She cried, “You need to take care, for God’s sake!”

Dean didn’t argue anymore, he just crossed his arms and looked away.

It wasn’t his fault; I mean, who would want to grow up after twenty? Dean was on his right to be mad, or at least that’s what he thought.

He wanted to be young again. He hadn’t had a proper childhood, his teenage days sucked and his twenties had been the best out of the worst in his life: free from stupid school, having any girl he wanted, being able to do what he wanted with his body without any consequences… It was heaven on Earth.

The road trip was silent. Dean didn’t let (Y/N) cure his wounds – he was far too upset with her.

(Y/N) limited herself to caress Dean’s thigh, not quite conscious about it. Eventually, she and Dean fell asleep and didn’t move until they reached the bunker.

As obvious as it sounds, Dean didn’t let anyone take him to his room. Hell, he didn’t even let Sam help him out of the car or down the stairs. He literally swallowed his tears until he was locked inside his four-walled cave.

The blood was dry and his jeans were glued to his wound because of that. It was hard and painful to remove them and (Y/N)’s pill had only worked for a while and now he needed another one – but he was too proud to go on and ask her for more.

Once he had his pants out and a bunch of alcohol and some strange red liquid Sam had bought for these cases, Dean was able to sit down at his bed, beer in hand, and think about the past conversations.

Sam and (Y/N) where right, he was getting old. Even when he didn’t want to admit it, blame it on the pre-forty’s crisis, he had to do something. He stood up, with all the pain possible at that point, and searched between his books.

“Hey, Dorian.” Dean mumbled to himself as he took the slim book from one of the boxes on his closet.

Yes, Dean wasn’t the best thinker when it came to desperate measures. He had “The Portrait of Dorian Gray” in hand and a terrible idea in mind.

“Really?” A voice spoke. Dean looked up and to the door where (Y/N)’s small figure was staring at him.

“I thought we agreed on knocking the door first.” Dean chuckled.

“I did, but you were far too interested in Mr. Gray to notice.” She replied.

“I uh… I was just looking for a light reading…” Dean excused himself. (Y/N) didn’t buy it, she crossed her arms over her chest and lifted her eyebrow.

“A light reading about a man obsessed with his youth, enough to make a deal to stay young while his painting ages… Nice.” (Y/N) spoke.

“Fine,” Dean sighed, “you got me… I just… I don’t want to be old.”

“I know, Dean.” She whispered walking closely to Dean.

“I have wrinkles all over my face and white hairs starting to grow… I can’t run, nor jump small fences like I used to and…” Dean couldn’t finish his sentence, it hurt him to even think of the life he didn’t get, of losing time as fast as he had.

“If it works… You look hotter with wrinkles and the white hairs you talk about are barely noticeable.” (Y/N) comforted Dean, sitting beside him on the floor.

“Yeah? And what else? Those are the only good things about ageing…” Dean grumbled sadly.

“Well, your voice got deeper.” (Y/N) observed, remembering how high Dean’s used to be compared to his voice now.

“I just want to get a few years back… There is so much I didn’t do because I figured I had enough time to do it later…” Dean sighed; his eyes were watery with thoughts.

“I think we can manage that.” (Y/N) spoke.

-

“Don’t you love the 80s?” Asked Dean as he breathed in deeply.

“Not particularly.” (Y/N) replied, hating the clothing she had to wear to fit in.

They walked over the sidewalk Dean barely remembered, heading over to the school where a five year old Dean waited for his dad to pick him up. Dean knew that John wasn’t going to be there on time, remembering how he ended up walking back to the motel at 7 pm.

Dean was looking happy, though, which made (Y/N) happy. That until a kid punched Dean with a football and apologised to him with a “sorry, sir.”

“This is crap, we shouldn’t have come.” Dean complained afterwards.

“Dean, please.” (Y/N) begged.

“No, (Y/N)! This is bullshit! I asked a few years back for myself but not too literally travel in time and…” Dean was interrupted by someone pulling from his jacket.

A blond, green-eyed boy was staring up at him. He was wearing a flannel that was too big for him and his shoes where a little torn apart. He had sad eyes and yet he was smiling at the hunter.

“Hi.” He said.

“Hey.” Dean replied, feeling awkward around himself.

“I like your jacket.” The kid compliment, having a closer look at it.

“Thanks, it belonged to ou… my dad.” Dean explained, turning completely to be face to face with himself.

“My dad has one exactly like this one,” Little Dean observed, “except my dad’s is newer…”

“Cool.” Dean said, not knowing how to reply without spilling out the truth. (Y/N) giggled at the exchange, calling the attention of both Deans.

“Woah, is she your girlfriend?” Little Dean asked Older Dean in a whisper.

“No…” Dean answered.

“Is she your sister? Or at least a familiar?” Little Dean continued whispering.

“No, she’s my friend.” Dean explained using his children-voice.

“Are you dumb?” Little Dean asked sassily.

“Er… uh.. What?” Dean furrowed. He didn’t remember being a little bitch.

“I asked you if you’re dumb?” Little Dean repeated.

“I’m not.” Older Dean responded angrily.

“Yes you are, otherwise you’d already be dating her.” Dean’s eyes widened at his own words. He, in fact, had had a good taste in women since he was a child.

“I will ask her out, just not yet.” Dean mumbled, but the kid was far to hypnotised by (Y/N) who was trying to fix her hot pink skirt.

“Do you mind if I talk to her?” Little Dean asked without taking his eyes off of (Y/N).

“Go on,” Dean encouraged himself, “You’ll talk to her anyways.”

Thankfully, Little Dean didn’t hear the last part. He was already in front of (Y/N) complimenting her skirt and hair.

“So what’s your name, sugar plum?” The kid flirted.

“I’m (Y/N)” the huntress replied with a laugh.

“I’m Dean Winchester, pleasure to meet you.” Little Dean took the girl’s hand, pressing a soft kiss on it

“Hey, hey, hey,” Dean fumed, “hands off her.”

“She’s not your girlfriend.” Little Dean frowned, looking at the old man.

“And she’s not your girlfriend either.” Dean responded.

Sometimes, Dean would forget his age and act like a total kid. In this case, he was arguing with a kid while behaving like a kid, which was far too fun for (Y/N) to ever forget it.

“Hey, Dean.” (Y/N) spoke, interrupting the Deans’ discussion.

“Yes?” Both of them asked in unison, followed by a death glare to each other.

“I mean, Little Dean.” (Y/N) corrected herself but wasn’t able to finish her sentence because Little Dean was far too excited for having found someone with his same name.

“What’s your last name, Dean?” The kid asked with wide eyes, “Maybe we have the same one and we could be like twins from different times and…” Little Dean proceeded to create a whole conspiracy theory about aliens and time travel.

“Winchester.” Dean answered, interrupting the kid.

“I KNEW IT!” Both Deans high fived and then decided to sit down back at the bench where Little Dean had been waiting for John.

“What do you work at?” Little Dean asked.

“I’m a hunter.” Dean replied honestly.

“My dad’s a hunter too! Maybe you know him, his name is John.” The kid smiled.

“I do know him, he’s…” Dean couldn’t finish his sentence, but he didn’t have to because Little Dean understood perfectly.

“I know…” The awkward silence was soon filled by happier topics such as: Led Zeppelin, apple pie, hot girls, and monsters.

(Y/N) sat down quietly; listening to both Dean’s exchanging the same points of view and thoughts about the simple things in life as well as the most complicated ones.

“How old are you?” Little Dean asked. Older Dean swallowed uncomfortably, not wanting to talk about that.

“I’m uh… I’m thirty-seven.” Dean answered, unable to lie to himself.

“THIRTY-SEVEN?” Little Dean’s green eyes widened.

“Yes, I know… I’m o…”

“AWESOME!” Little Dean finished his own sentence, “My father says no hunter lives that long… You must be invincible!”

“I’ve died a few times…” Dean mumbled, trying to act humble but failing.

“You’ve died? AND YOU’RE BACK?” Little Dean couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It sounded like something out of a sci-fi film.

“Yes… Been to Heaven, Hell and even Purgatory.” Dean smiled proudly.

Little Dean was now standing on the bench. He couldn’t be sitting down with the stories Dean was telling him about the three after-life places he had been to.

“You are awesome, Dean!” Little Dean finally spoke, throwing his arms around Older Dean. “When I grow old, I want to be like you.”

A tear left Dean’s eye. Not only because he was his own hero, but because of the many feelings he had touched that night as well as the pain it caused him to think that Castiel would eventually erase Dean from his own memory in order to keep things in place.

“I uh… Do you want an ice cream, or something?” Dean asked, wanting to make that day as happy as possible for himself.

“I can’t, I’m waiting for my dad.” Little Dean replied.

“I talked to him and… He’s not coming, something got on the way.” (Y/N) immediately interfered, taking advantage of her silence during the whole conversation.

“Typical…” Little Dean whispered.

“So, ice cream?” Older Dean offered sadly.

Dean made sure to give Little Dean the best afternoon he could, knowing that the next months would be a pain in the ass until John met Bobby; and even so, Dean knew all about his own suffering.

They had ice cream, and Dean answered to every question Little Dean had and eventually took him back to the motel.

Dean took his time to check on Baby Sam. He was so small, so fragile; he barely remembered it now because it had been too long. But having his baby brother back in his arms was bringing many lost memories back to his mind.

“Who would’ve thought that a flea like you would end up being a giant moose?” Dean joked. The one year old baby did nothing but laugh at the stranger’s words.

“How do you know that?” Little Dean asked. He had been standing behind Dean, and he had heard everything.

“I uh… Where’s (Y/N)?” Dean asked, putting baby Sam down at his improvised crib.

“She’s praying to some Cassiel.” Little Dean answered.

“Castiel.” Dean corrected. He was hopeful that Little Dean would forget his words to Sammy, but he had always been a stubborn pain in the ass.

“How do you know Sam is going to turn into a moose?” Dean chuckled.

“Not a literal moose… He’s just going to grow up really tall.” Dean explained.

“As tall as a moose.” Little Dean inquired.

“Exactly,” Dean smiled, “Sammy will be taller than us one day.”

“How do you know?” Little Dean asked again.

Before Dean could answer, the sight of (Y/N) and Cas behind Little Dean took his thoughts away.

“It’s fine, Dean.” Cas spoke in his usual low voice, “You won’t remember.”

Little Dean was confused. A man had appeared in the room without him noticing and now the Old Dean was telling him about how he was himself but from the future.

“So we get to time travel?” Little Dean asked with widened eyes.

“Yes.” Dean answered, “We’re like Marty McFly.”

“Who?”

“Wait ‘till next year, next?” Little Dean shook the strange reference and continued his interrogation.

“So we have angel friends?”

“Yes.”

“And we get to live for longer than normal hunters?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me, do we have a cool car? Like a flying car?” Dean chuckled at his own question.

“There’s still not flying cars in the future but uh… We get to keep the Impala.”

“AWESOME!”

Again, Little Dean bombarded Older Dean with questions. Except this time they were more specific.

After almost an hour of talking, the time to go came. Dean knew John would be back at any minute, and Cas still had to erase his own memory.

“I have to go, buddy.” Dean spoke softly.

“I don’t want you to go… Take me and Sam with you!” He begged.

“I can’t…” Dean let out a small tear.

“Why? We can be hunting partners and you can teach me how to drive and…”

“I can’t alter the future, buddy.” Dean explained, interrupting Little Dean’s illusions.

“So… But you already told me everything; you’ve altered the future already!” Little Dean cried.

“About that… We have to… Men in Black you.” Dean struggled to say.

“Men in Black me? What does that mean?” Little Dean asked angrily.

“You’re too young… In the future there’s a movie… Doesn’t matter, you’ll see it like thirty times.” Both Deans chuckled.

“I will remember it then, and when I see it I’ll know.” Little Dean stated proudly.

“I’m afraid not.” Dean whispered.

“You… You’re deleting my memory.” Little Dean mumbled after a few seconds of processing his own words. Dean only nodded, not being able to say it directly. “Please don’t, I want to remember you!”

“I’m sorry.” Little Dean hugged Older Dean once more. Both Deans cried in each other’s embrace, both for the same reason, yet a different point of view.

Saying goodbye to himself was harder than he expected. Little Dean used to be a real cuddle bear, a quality that Dean had lost over the years.

(Y/N) and Dean were walking out of the motel room when Little Dean called for them from the door. He was supposed to be inside, letting Cas clean his memory.

“What are you doing?” Dean asked with a smirk.

“Before I forget you… There’s something I need to do.” Little Dean explained, winking at the older version of himself.

“Go on.” Dean encouraged, not quite sure what he was going to do.

“(Y/N)” Little Dean called her.

“Yes?” She asked. The huntress had the same puzzled look on her face as Older Dean.

“Would you be my girlfriend?” Little Dean asked with the flirtiest tone ever. (Y/N) laughed and blushed fifty shades of red before answering with a “Sure!”

Little Dean high fived it with Older Dean mouthing a “you’re welcome” and going back into the room, closing the door behind him.

“You were a lovely kid.” (Y/N) observed a big smile on her face.

“I know… I almost hate myself for letting Cas wash my brain.” Dean replied.

“It was under your own consent, Dean.” (Y/N) reminded him. In fact, Little Dean had allowed Cas to do it.

“Speaking of consent…” Dean wiggled his eyebrows. (Y/N) knew too well what he meant.

“Seriously? You always find the worst situations to flirt with me.” She laughed.

“Well, you’re technically my girlfriend now,” Dean chanted, “you’ve been my girlfriend since 1984 which is far too many years to catch up on to.”

(Y/N) let out a breathy laugh as she shook her head.

“Guess I can’t help falling for the Dean Winchester charm, can I?” She joked, looking up at Dean.

“You can’t… I’m afraid you’ll have to live up with it.” Dean responded.

“Well then, let’s go back to our time to catch up on the thirty two years of dating we missed!”

-

“Since when are you two together?” Sam asked after catching his brother and (Y/N) making out in the kitchen.

“Since I was five.” Dean replied.

Sam, who was unaware of the whole time-travel thing, started to formulate a question but got interrupted by the huntress.

“Don’t ask, just roll with it.” She said.

“Okay.” And with that, Sam left the kitchen. He was certain that the story behind that was amusing, but he knew his brother and was far too scared to ask. Therefore, he just kept the questions for himself.