“I’m full of shit, okay? No I’m… I’m knowingly full of shit. Because,
uh… because uh, uh… I have… I have never cared about anybody or
anything in my entire life. And the thing is, everybody just kind of
accepted that. Like, “That’s just Natasha.” And then you!… Jesus. You. Steve. You didn’t see me that way. I have never known anyone who actually
believed that I was enough. Until I met you. And then you made me
believe it, too. So, uh… unfortunately… I need you. And you need me.”
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Author’s Note: I’m so excited to finally have this next part finished!!! I laughed quite a bit while writing it, so I really hope you guys do, too :) I can’t wait to see where this thing is gonna go! It’s gonna be a wild ride c; Enjoy!
As always, a huge thanks to @snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales for editing, adding, and tweaking! This story would not be possible without you, dear :) You’re amazing!!!
Warnings: Language; embarrassment; horrid mistreatment of genitalia
Derek looked me up and down as he stood outside the door of my dorm building, one of his brows raised in a curious manner, lips pressed in a hard line as he tossed a ball into the air with one hand, catching it without a glance. I shifted under his gaze, heat rising to my cheeks in a blush that I desperately did not want him to see.
“What?” I finally blurted, not able to take it anymore. Derek chuckled, shaking his head dismissively as he ceased his actions, looking down and studying the ball.
“Nothing, nothing at all.”
“It’s just…your shoes,” he said, a grin plastered on his face as he met my eyes. My brows pulled together in confusion. I glanced between my ratty Converse and Derek, not able to understand what the hell they had to do with anything. My face must have given my thoughts away because the asshole began to laugh. Actually laugh! It was gentle and good-natured, but still. I glared at him, taking in the beautiful sound- Wait, what? No! I’m supposed to be mad! Get it together, Y/N.
“Not emergent but I literally have 2 dollars” Commissions
HEY EVERYONE so usually I don’t offer up commissions like this, but somehow someone stole my credit card and I spent all my money in my savings account before realizing this (disclaimer: i am a major ding dong and this is my fault i know). I’m currently waiting on a big pay check, so in the meantime I’m going to do really cheap and quick commissions!!! HERE’S THE DEETS
Refined Graphite Sketch: $5 for portrait, $8 for full body
B&W Line Art (optionally w flats): $10
Colored Portrait: $20
i probably won’t be drawing you a foot but that’s kind of the finished coloring style it’ll be (unless you actually need a medical illustrator, then we can talk) also everything will actually be photographed well/scanned so don’t worry about my piss poor cell phone quality photos there
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A sort of Merry Christmas / Happy New Year fic for gospeloforange, you wonderful, dangerously kinky soul <3. Angbang and from Mairon’s POV as is customary, and NSFW as all hell. Oh, and tw: piercing. Enjoy!
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His hands clench within their bonds, the sculpted back of the chair digs hard into his bare shoulder blades as nervously he shifts, as he glances to the dark silhouette of his master standing a few paces away.
So temptingly his master had spoken to him, entreated him; so gracefully had he taken him by the hand. Each caress of his fingers as he stripped the clothes from him was laden with care, each loop and knot of the rope securing his wrists at the chair’s back had ignited a burning cinder of arousal in the pit of his stomach, and yet with his master’s every movement, a curl of trepidation had gripped him.
For before him now his master turns, stepping aside from a low table mostly concealed from his view.
“Do you want this, little one?” His master saunters towards him, all splendour and concern and such devastating allure, and at the throbbing tenderness in his voice, his breath hitches in his throat.
I’m watching a bunch What Would You Do?’s about women in bad situations, like abusive relationships, or getting abducted and stuff. And it’s mostly other women who jump into help and try to intervene. And when they asked a guy why guys didn’t he said because men think more logical. Bitch, you see this woman being pushed around and being hit and you don’t do shit while a 5'2" woman would put herself between the abused and her abuser You weak as hell
GUUUYS I’M ON THE FLOOR HER SMALL SMILE THE WAY HE TALKED TO HER THE WAY SHE FUCKING LOOKED AT HIM OMFG OMFG OMFG SHE LOVES HIM SO MUCH HE LOVES HER SO MUCH THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH THEY’RE SO IN LOVE SHOOT ME IN THE FOOT