Warnings: SMUT. Oral sex (f receiving), one nsfw gif (directly under the cut) UNPROTECTED SEX (wrap your wang before you bang, bitches)
A/N: so, i wrote some kinks that Steve may have and i just had to write this down, ugh. show me some love, give me some feedback. and this is my first time writing steve x reader smut, so go easy on me
what if MC have met Seven before, but he was on a mission doing crossdressing? love eveything you write, babe <3
Countdown to the Cake : 9
Ugh… these heels are killing him! Seven
stretches his legs a little in the bathroom of the club, moving his toes to
give them a little air after being trapped inside this shoe for almost 3 hours
now. How do girls handle this?
To be honest, he didn’t really need to wear
heels, maybe not even a dress. Who knows? Maybe his target would like a tomboy
girl? Who happens to be a boy? And this boy happens to be a secret gent ready
to seduce the guy in order to get some information about that new government project?
Yeah, the outfit wasn’t really important, but… he looked so damn fine on it.
He checks himself in the mirror once more,
running his fingers through the silky hair of the brunette wig. Hum, maybe it’s
time to touch up this lipstick.
You walk into the bathroom. You were almost
scared that douchy guy would follow you even inside the ladies’ bathroom, but
he didn’t. At least he wasn’t that douchy, but still… he held your arm before
you entered. You made such an effort to get rid of him you ended up losing a
little of your balance and bumped in this girl.
“Oh, my God! I’m so sorry! I…” you look at her,
she’s… beautiful, even with her lipstick all smudged, probably by you when you
accidentally pushed her.
“It’s fine.” It wasn’t fine, he couldn’t waste
time cleaning himself, time was running, his boss expected that information in
2 hours, tops.
“Oh, look at you, I… here, let me help you.”
You picked some wipes of your purse.
“Why do you carry wipes with you?” is his voice
“Hm? Oh, these are to keep my face dry. I have
super oily skin!” do you? It looks really fine to him, especially looking this
“Well, they say people with oily skin have
“Oh, with this much oil I’ll look in my 20s
till I’m 80!” you two laugh, he was good at girl talking!
He feels a little shiver going down his legs
when your wipe reaches his lower lip, your nails brushing lightly to his chin.
Whoa, your focused eyes are really beautiful… and your mouth… looks really
beautiful with this pink lipstick, it’s a nice color that goes great with your
skin tone. Who cares it’s oily? It looks so smooth…
“Done!” you say, crumbling the wipe and
throwing in the trash can. “You can put your lipstick again, I won’t bump into
“Can… can you help me? I think I’m a little
tipsy…” he giggles. “Shouldn’t have drank all those margaritas.”
“Ugh, been there, girl. Once I mixed mojitos
with vodka and woke up in the public library’s bathroom!” you laugh, maybe you
are the one a little tipsy here? If he leans a little closer, maybe he can
smell some alcohol… no, but he can’t do that, you are already too close!
He hands you his lipstick and you carefully
contour the borders. Another shiver as he stares at your eyes. So, so
You grab his chin to hold him in place, he
feels an electric wave dancing through his whole body. What’s wrong with him?
“Here you go, honey.” You touch his arm and
bring him to the mirror, he can’t help smiling, it looks better than if he did
“It looks so good, thank you… honey.”
“You’re welcome! I gotta say, this color is
amazing! Where did you get?”
“Oh, I got in one of my trips to Thailand, they
have really cool make up products, there’s also this nail polish brand that…”
why can’t he shut up? Is it because you’re looking at him with so much
attention? Or is it because for the very first time he wants to be heard?
“Anyway, I… I… like lipsticks that accentuate my eye color…”
“Oh yeah, your eyes are beautiful…” what are
you saying? Your eyes are beautiful! You are beautiful! And so nice… and funny…
and sweet… gahhh! His phone! It’s vibrating, indicating it’s time to move!
“I… gotta go! My… boyfriend is waiting for
me…what about yours?” uh, Seven! So smooth, trying to find if you’re taken…
even though he can’t do nothing with this information.
“Ugh… that guy outside? No, he’s not my
boyfriend! We dated for a while, but now he won’t leave me alone! Guys… they
always say we get attached too easy, but when you say you just want a fling,
they immediately turn into this clingy mess! I can’t stand!”
“Yeah, men are… psss, the worst! Good for you
trying to get flings, though.”
“Well, you never know, maybe I’ll have flings
for the rest of my life, or maybe I’ll fall in love for one of them, or… I
don’t know, maybe I can bump into my soulmate in some random place… it’s cool,
right? The way life and people can surprise you?”
“Yes, it really is…” uh oh, his voice was a
little low now, almost like he forgot his character because his truly self
agreed to you. You giggle as you stare at his face.
“I’m sorry, I guess I’m a little drunk too. Go
get your man, girl!”
“Yes, I’m going… nice to meet you!”
“You too!” as he opens the door, you notice he
left his lipstick with you. “Hey, uhm… your lipstick!”
“Keep it! It will look better on you.” He blows
a kiss in the air for you and leaves.
Was she hitting on you? Well, you’re flattered,
she’s really nice and cute.
Seven feels his heartbeat almost in his throat,
what was that? How is it possible feeling so embarrassed, yet so comfortable
around someone? He felt cold and hot at the same time,
And though it’s time to keep it serious and go
after that guy, he can’t stop smiling as he remembers your voice, your eyes,
your sweet smile, and your words… if only he could have caught a name…
No! What is he thinking? He wouldn’t be able to
do anything, just imagine if his boss finds out he interacted with someone
during one of his undercover missions, if they found out your name too and went
after you… someone so innocent and nice…
Your words… “it’s cool, right? The way life and
people can surprise you.” You probably didn’t even know you were talking about
yourself, the brightest surprise he had in…years? And this was about him as
well, if you found out the girl in the bathroom was a depressive secret agent,
what would you do?
Yeah… it would be a surprise, but not the good
kind. So it’s time to reset, agent 707, forget that girl… he probably will
never see you again, anyway…
Sasuke was never much of a party person. It was a myriad of disasters waiting to happen, what with the hordes of people, thundering music, and enough alcohol to kill a blue whale. What was a quiet, reserved introvert supposed to do? Have a conversation with the only interesting thing in the room, the counter? Sasuke doubted he’d even know any people at this place, it was some club that his housemates wanted to spend the rest of the night at. Sasuke was new to the city, he’d moved out to it, across the country from his small hometown, in order to start university. There weren’t any prestigious schools back home, you see, and if Sasuke had any hope of making it in the competitive world, he’d have to suck it up and figure out how to make it in the city life. Luckily, his major was psychology, where his career goal was to become an adolescent psychologist. His work and study loads were often too hefty for him to have any downtime, much less social time.
So, he had to ask himself, why had he allowed his housemates to drag him all the way out here to some club he’d never heard of? Was it because Karin kept begging him to get out and enjoy life? Was it to make Suigetsu stop teasing him for being so introverted and shut in? Or, was Sasuke hoping this single, cautious venture would get his friends off his back? The answer was, ding ding ding, all three. The chances were slim, but hey, a guy can hope, can’t he? Karin said she’d been to the club a couple of times before, though it was fairly new, and she swore up and down it was a cool place. Flashy lights, good dancing music, great drinks, and an assortment of people to mingle around. For Karin, it sounded great. For Sasuke, it sounded like a nightmare. A bunch of sweaty bodies grinding against yours, a headache from the booming music, and hardly enough air in the room for everyone to breathe, nightmare. Sasuke had gotten used to hearing that he should “leave his comfort zone” and try new things, but for god’s sake, wasn’t moving hours away from home all on his own to start a demanding new life enough? That was a pretty damn far leap out of comfort for anyone!
Saturday morning never really your favorite,
because you had to wake up early even though you had no class that day. You let
out a small sigh as you make your way to the stove with a bowl of soybean
sprout in hand and spoon on the other hand. After pouring the bean sprouts onto
the pot and add some salt, you place the pot lid then went back to dining room
with a look.
“Why is it, when something horrible and drunk
happens, it’s always you three?” You sit beside one of the boy, he had been
complaining about his headache since you came to the kitchen.
The boy turns to you with a scowl. “It’s all
Soonyoung hyung’s fault, he told us we won’t party too hard last night. I
shouldn’t have believes him, it’s always end up like this. Oh gosh, I feel like
my head gonna explode soon.”
first thought that crossed his mind the first time he saw her in action was
something between “Damn...”
and “How in all the known hells…?”.
front of him was this bald and NAKED woman that with just one slap
(ONE.FUCKING.SLAP.) obliterate into a red splat on the buildings the bat shit
crazy mosquito monster girl that left him as a shredded piece of cyborg gore. “Who is this woman?! How did she do that?! Is
she even human?!”
- Man, I hate mosquitoes. – she said with
the silliest of smiles.
- WAIT! – he screamed, succesfully making
her look his way – I AM GENOS! A CYBORG THAT FIGHTS FOR JUSTICE!! PLEASE TELL
ME YOUR NAME!!! –
- Eh? – she looked at him, her egg like
face more than evident – I’m Saitama, why? –
- ALLOW ME TO BE YOUR DISCIPLE!! – he
requested in a scream.
needed to know how to become that powerful, needed to know how to be that
immeasurable strong… in those times he had thirst for strenght… he had thirst
this woman was the key to his goal.
- Ah… Okay. – she said before turning on her heel and leaving.
stayed laying there for a while, watching her back as she walked away and until
it dissapeared from his sight, then using the communicator that Doctor Kuseno
installed into his head he called the good Doctor to be retrieved and fixed. He
had field investigation to do.
is not a stalker, alright?
thing is field investigation and another very different is the shameful act of
has an analitical mind. He needs stats, samples and observation notes before
reaching any conclusion, and from his observation week on Saitama-sensei there
is only one logical conclusion for her God like strength and that is that it is
a total mistery.
- You actually came… – she said in this
suspicious incredulous whisper, her almond shaped eyes squinted in his
direction – Errr… What was your name again? –
- It is Genos, Saitama-sensei. –
- How the heck did you found my place? And
please don’t call me that. –
- Internet, mistress. –
- DON’T CALL ME THAT EITHER! –
invited him into her apartment and offered him a cup of tea while mumbling
something about proper etiquette towards a guest (expected or not).
“This place is smaller
that expected…” Thought
Genos as he followed Saitama into the living room “…and dirtier.”
was wearing that dreadly yellow full body suit.
“The cape is cool but… Ugh,
settled, Saitama put a very simple tea cup that had a wise quote printed on it
in front of him.
- Go home after you finish this one, I’m
no lookin for discip-uh? How come you are in one piece again? –
- Yes, since my body is mostly artificial
it is easy to find spare parts. –
- Dude, you are so weird. – she said
“Alright, let’s get this
- Sensei, what kind of artificial parts do
you use? – he asked as directly as only he could.
- None. – she answered as flatly as only
- Eh? Then what is that skin colored armor
on your head? –
“She cannot be really
bald, is she?”
- It is MY skin. – Saitama was getting
- But that could only mean that you are
- SO WHAT IF I’M BALD?! WHAT’S YOUR BLOODY
PROBLEM ANYWAY?! –
“Change of subject then.”
- Could you hear my problem, sensei? –
- No, thank you, please go home. –
unsuccesfully telling his tale and being treated like an annoying ten year old,
Genos finally put into ten exact words what he wanted from Saitama.
- Please, teach me how to become strong
like you, sensei. –
“That’s it, I said it,
please don’t say no, please don’t say no.”
- Hmmmm. – Saitama seemed to deeply think
her answer – Genos. – she opened her eyes and looked at him.
- Yes, ma’am! –
- How old are you? –
- I am nineteen, ma’am! –
- So young… I’m sure you will surpass me
in no time then. –
- Really?! –
- You see, Genos, I’m twenty five, but I
was twenty two when I started training three years ago. –
“Is she for real?!”
- I don’t mind teaching you, Genos but…
I’m not gonna lie to you, it’s gonna be tough. Are you ready to take it on? –
seriousness in her voice, in her eyes, the sharp angles of her face, everything
about that question screamed “ARE YOU
READY?!”, challenging his resolve.
- Yes, ma’am! –
then he sensed them approaching.
house of evolution.
was a very eye opening day for Genos, that day he understood that there still
are certain things that not even science can explain, no matter how common they
woman… this average looking bald woman surpassed all the human limitations by
sheer will power and a ridiculous excercise routine.
- …You guys messing around with evolution
and the new human race and all that jazz will never make it far, the true
power, our true power as human beings, is that we can change our selves on our
own! – finished Saitama her speech.
“Are you shitting me?!” Thought Genos after hearing the
ridiculous answer Saitama gave to the Asura Kabuto.
- STOP BEEN RIDICULOUS!! – exploded Genos
making Saitama jump in her place – THAT’S JUST A STANDARD STRENGTH TRAINING!
IT’S NOT EVEN HARD!! I TOLD YOU I NEDD TO GET MORE POWERFUL!! I DID NOT BECAME
YOUR DISCIPLE TO HEAR SUCH NONSENSE!!! –
face deflated after hearing Genos rampage, it was obvious that he would not
believe her… shit, not even she could believe it but…
- Genos… - Saitama called him, her serious
face becoming and egg once again, the sad light in her eyes stoping Genos’s
rage – That’s all I did… I’m not lying. –
was not sure if he could believe her words, but he certainly could believe her
“She is not lying.”
the one punch hit that exterminated Asura Kabuto was more prove than enough.
“Well, if not even she
understands how her strength came to her… maybe I can find out how and apply it
he decided to stay by her side.
was the second most (the first one being becoming a cyborg) important decision
that would lead the rest of his life.
out, she really was a very simple average woman (that could obliterate anyone
and anything with one single punch), she liked discount sales, discount
coupons, read manga, watching the news, cheap or free stuff, and her favorite
hoodie was this oversized (yellow colored, again) thing that said
“oppai” in big red letters at the front, and yet he found her charming in the most
bizarre of ways.
would make this silly little smile when a good bargain was in her hands, the
usual blank stare could get this twinkle when a flyer announcing a new discount
sale would land in her hands, her face could get all serious when the hero in
her manga got into a pinch… and she was so humble and kind and selfless… How
come no one knows about this woman?! How come no one is worshiping her like the
heroine she is?! WHY?!
- Wait… sensei, could it be that… since
you are just a hero for hobby… –
“It can’t be, can it?”
- SENSEI! HAVEN’T YOU REGISTERED IN THE HERO ASSOCIATION?! –
face that Saitama dedicated to Genos after his explanation about what the
association was, was one of pure shock and disbelieving.
- I had no idea. – she said, the surprise
in her face making it even rounder – Wait, Genos, are you registered? –
- No, why? –
- Let’s go register our selves! – the silly little smile make its
apperance in her face again, apparently this idea excited her – If you register
yourself with me, I’ll make you my disciple for real this time! –
- LET’S GO! –
thing is, the first time Genos spoke to Saitama she was naked, yet he did not
paid attention to her body due to the inmense awe he felt at that time (and
because it was rude to stare), but when they did the physical part of the
association entrance exam he could not tear his optical cameras from the hand
like sculped body that was wearing a royal blue sports leotard. All the stats
that appeared in his systems surpassed by far all the records… and those
legs…and her long neck… and her thing yet firm arms… and her waist looked so
frail, but one could see the faint line of her hard rock abs…
- Genos, why are you naked? – she asked
when her gaze landed on his figure.
- I am not naked, sensei. Even though I’m
not wearing clothing I am wearing my chastity plate. –
- Uh-hu, dude you have officialy advanced
from weird to creep. Anyway, you done too? –
- Yes, Saitama-sensei. –
- And? How did you do? –
- Both the written and fitness tests were
a walk in the park. –
- I know, right?! I can’t believe it was
so easy! –
- One needs at least seventy points to
pass the written part, but the fitness test is the one that really matters, so
it shouldn’t pose a problem. –
the results were given to them, Genos was not suprised to find out he was in
the S-class, the strongest among the hero ranks but, if he was in the S-class,
where could they place his sensei? Is there a God-class? Wait, what if they
make a whole new class just for her?! That wouldn’t be surprising tho.
- I-I… I ba-barely passed the wri-written
part with a se-seventy one… I’m in C-class. –
- Genos, are you sure about this? –
Saitama questioned him when they arrived to a desolated place.
- Yes, sensei. Thank you very much for accepting my
unreasonable request. –
- Yeah, well… I did promise I’d make you
my disciple for real this time, but remember, this is just a sparring. It’s not
like we are actually gonna fight, got it? – explained Saitama while taking her
place some meters away from Genos.
“But that is exactly what
I had in mind, sensei… I will attack you with all I have to make you fight back
nothing made her be serious. His cannon blasts a mere breeze for her. His
punches and kicks equals to the touch of a fly for her. His speed just like
slow motion in her eyes. She was playing with him, he became the toy of this
child like goddess whose eyes sparkled amusingly at the sight of his laser
lights, and that made him feel so angry, he put more, and more, and more power
into his attacks but nothing seemed to make her take him seriously.
so he thought.
was just the fraction of a second, shorter than a blink… but it felt like if
the time froze.
was staring right at him… powerful and cold… unstoppable.
felt like the ant facing the gigantic thump that was about to squash it into
nothingness… and then a flick to his forehead, as light as cardboard and as
quick as a the tip of a whip… and then that was it.
there was Saitama, smiling her silly smile and as fresh as a fucking lettuce.
- I’m hungry. time for lunch, Genos! Let’s
go eat udon! –
- S-Sure… let’s go. – he mumbled.
saw her retreating back for a second before turning his head and look at the damage,
just then he understood…
huge scratch like hole cut through the rock and beyond for what seemed to be
kilometers, like if a giant nail scraped a piece of fabric.
“It doesn’t matter
what I do… I can’t see myself coming even close to be as strong as
- Hey, what’s wrong? Don’t tell me you
don’t like udon. –
voice brought him back to reality.
- N-no, sensei. I do like udon. –
- Good, because this place got one of the
best I’ve tasted. –
udon was good and the restaurant clean, Genos found himself feeling at peace
and relaxed… When was the last time he felt like that?
seemed really impressed by the quantity of udon Genos could eat.
- Well, you certainly don’t act like a
nineteen year old boy but you sure can eat like one. –
found himself smiling to the comment made by the woman.
- Thank you, sensei. –
then Amai Mask appeared and the good mood ran away, but when he came back to
Saitama (who was waiting for him with a tiny worried frown between her eyes),
they said good bye to each other and the next day Genos made the third most
important decision that would lead the rest of his life…
- Can I live here? – he asked as Saitama
looked at him like if finally all sanity has left him.
were at Saitama’s small apartment, it was almost noon but Saitama was still
wearing her pajamas and was reading manga in a very “chill” position.
- No. - she said while looking flatly at Genos.
- I’ll pay rent. - he says and then smash a huge stack of money on Saitama’s tea
table, right in front of her face.
People who make Sara pale in art/gifs is eugh. As someone whose fam are darker skinned Italians like her, we've gotten a lot of shit historically for it, despite still being technically white. Colorism is a thing yall. And it just makes me sad seeing someone who looks like me and my family getting made pasty white for no reason.
I know, same with Phichit, and then creators will go out of their way to say that is just their aesthetic and ugh. No.
Can we just not, really? Especially when it is so common for people to flip out if someone tries to draw a white character as black, then all hell breaks loose, but reverse it and people should just calm down and take it easy? Pfft.
26: What are you craving right now? JELLY BEANS. Omg I want the butter popcorn ones so badly right now. UGH. 32: What is your favourite color? Grey and green. But I’m partially colorblind so they sometimes look the same. 63: Would you change your name? Nah, I kinda like it. Its simple but easy to remember. If I would I would change it to Ivan, but I think a name should be something someone else gives you.
If Cherubimon had to stare at this scroll any longer, he might decide to tear it up instead. Translating these ancient texts was usually pretty easy, but this particular scroll was so faded and fragile that the Celestial was having a hard time making out anything.
He rubbed his temples and decided it had been a while since he had taken a break, perhaps he out to leave it alone for a few hours and come back at it with a fresh mind. That decided he left the library, only to run into one of the Phantomon guards who informed him that he had a visitor.
“Really, this time of day?” Cherubimon mused, “I wonder who it could be?”
Do you know any good tutorial on how to color realistically with Photoshop? Or maybe tips or somethin'? I'm good with Paint Tool Sai but when it comes to Photoshop I color like absolute shit, ugh so frustrating! Have a good day Madame 😊
Hi anons ^^
I think your questions are a bit similar. You are both new to Photoshop (and even at CG art when it comes to the second anon).
I did recently this big post for beginners and I think the first four tutorials are for you:
- I use several layers to build my skin textures, it gives me possibility to keep a great control on what I do and also, this slow building helps make the skin look transparent and alive. Better several layers at a low opacity.
- I use brushes from the PS default set but it’s just a personal preference.
- Draw what you see, not what you think you see.
- Use reference pictures, there’s no shame in that.
Voilà! Happy drawing anons and good luck to you!
(I was about to post a “good luck” gif but Tumblr recommended me this one for no reason. It’s too awesome not to post! xD)
“Have to wine and dine,” Alexei says. “Charm pants off you.”
“You really don’t have to,” Kent says truthfully. Alexei’s leading him by the
hand through the ice rink–he’d managed to reserve the entirety of for an hour
past midnight–like Kent doesn’t know how to skate. The lights are dimmed to a
nice lavender (it’s actually quite an ugly shade of violet, but Kent’s boozy
mind doesn’t really register that) and some woman with a Parisian, whispery-quiet
voice is crooning away on the stereo. “I’m easy. I’ll take off my own pants
like a big boy.”
“Want to do this,” Alexei murmurs, pulling Kent close to him, and Kent lets
him, because Alexei is warm and Kent is feeling particularly generous. “Will do
this for you any time.”
“If this is for a birthday,” Kent says, “then I’m expecting a private yacht for
“We reenact Titanic. Buy you big blue diamond and do the drawing and horse
Kent makes a face. “Ugh, gross, never mind. You know I actually don’t like that scene too
much? Plus, you draw like a 1st grader. You color outside the lines.”
“Is talent. One day maybe you learn.”
Alexei’s lips are dry and pliant as he bends down so he can catch Kent’s mouth
in his. Kent leans in, like he always does, because it’s always been so easy
“Hey,” someone yells. Kent groans as he pulls away to see that the voice had
come from this bored looking teenager behind the counter, smacking her gum. “You
grandpas done making out in there? I gotta close up in like, one minute. Sorry.”
“I change my mind,” Kent says. “I want the yacht.”
“Should have saying yes faster,” Alexei responds, grinning. “That ship has sailed.”
(Alexei wheezes a little bit when the force of Kent’s little smack on the chest
comes across a little rougher than he’d expected.)