#I do not know Tan I just found this today and got SO EXCITED I wanted to share it with EVERYONE

[mel-addams]

Get Started Drawing...

...even as a complete beginner!

In my efforts to help some friends who are only just starting to learn to draw (as adults! glorious!! <3), I kept digging around for resources that cover things I remember learning in the various art classes I've taken...but that does a better job than I can of laying it all out in a comprehensive, but not overwhelming, manner. (I am far too prone to rambling as you can see from this post, and bounce around topics as I remember them, rather than in a sensible order.) I've found a few guides here and there that cover one thing or another decently well...but I've finally found a free site I'm really keen on as an overall source if you're just starting out with learning to draw!

It's incredibly clear and concise, whereas many of the other sites and books I found could sometimes be overwhelmingly detailed. It's arranged in a way that reminds me of the flow of art classes, starting at the very first steps--how to approach art if you've never done it before, and the fact that you only need basic tools to begin with. If you go in approximate order, it then establishes that you should start sorting out a solid foundation by practicing simple lines and shapes--the same way you learned to write letters so you could ultimately make words, sentences, stories... This includes some neat little practice exercises with questions to consider while you do them, so you also learn to see and observe things like angles and proportions, which are critical for being able to accurately draw more complex things.

It evolves from there into how to take those basic shapes and turn them into simplified human bodies--and from there, how to consider more complex 3D versions of the shapes to give those bodies a sense of dimension and physicality. It even touches on things like composition, silhouette, negative space, and line of action--all in a quick, straightforward manner. It plants the seed of understanding for these more complex illustration concepts, which you can then research further, armed with relevant terminology to dig up more in-depth resources as they catch your interest!

The style itself is usually simple, but even if your aim is to draw with a more detailed style, this one can serve as a base sketch to add that detail to. (Combine learning this base with photo studies, plus more detailed style guides for wherever you want to take your art, and you could use this as a base for comics, cartoons, anime, realism...the core concepts and skills remain the same!) There's also examples of how to adjust for varied body shapes, so it provides more flexibility than some drawing guides do, which often only focus on one "ideal" body type. (This style can also be used for that, if it's what you want--you just adjust the proportions of the basic shapes as you need! But this provides examples of how to handle variety, which will give you a better foundation for drawing people and characters so they don't all look the same, instead of having to figure out how to adjust for it later on.) The Shape Dolls for reference are also incredibly delightful, and a great cheap way to have a little pose reference mannequin of sorts!

There's also links to sources if you want to dig into concepts more deeply--available both as a general source page, as well as some specific topics including relevant sources at the bottom of their respective pages. There's also a patreon with some extra thoughts that is fully accessible for free, but has a paid option if you want to support Tan for providing such a lovely resource! (Also they have a legit vegetable farm?? How cool is that.)

So yes! If you have any interest in learning to draw--whether you've ever tried before or not, and no matter your age--try looking through this site, and let it guide you through the process!

[girlgenius1111]

i love you... it's all i can think

love you anyway part 2

alexia x reader proposal

Alexia was freaking out. She didn't think she'd ever been this nervous before, in her whole life. Not before the UWCL final. Not before the World Cup final. Not before her knee surgery.

She knew, realistically, that you'd say yes. You'd talked about marriage before, and both of you had expressed your desire to get married. Still, as she walked with you, hand in hand towards the boat, she couldn't help the waves of anxiety washing over her.

You were only slightly suspicious. She'd told you she was planning a surprise for the night, which looked like it was going to be a evening on the sea with her. This trip was partly a birthday trip for you, though, so you chalked it up to that. You'd never really let yourself believe that Alexia would propose. She was so perfect, in every way, it seemed too good to be true.

"After you, mi amor," she murmured, reaching a hand out to help you onto the boat. You smiled at her, pecking her cheek as you passed her. She preened at the gesture, smiling softly to herself. Once you were on the boat, she put her bag down, pulling you in by the hand for a hug. Even when the source of her anxiety was asking you a question, Alexia couldn't resist the comfort she got from your embrace. You held her tightly, enjoying the feeling of her warm, tanned skin against yours. After a minute you pulled back, placing your hands on her cheeks.

"Are you alright, baby? You've been quiet today," you wondered, studying her closely.

"Si, I'm fine, just a little tired. Excited to relax," she replied, just a hair too quickly. Still, you nodded, letting her go, and reaching for the bag she'd put down. She stopped you though, grabbing it and pulling it out of your reach. You looked at her questioningly.

"What do you need? I'll get it for you," she said, voice a little strained. You gave her a weird look, but requested a bottle of water. She pulled one out, handing it to you, before placing the bag on the table, across the boat from you.

She was only wearing a light, flowy, sundress, and there was no where else for her to hide the ring, but in the bag. The whole day she'd been resisting cracking and just asking you before she had planned to. In bed this morning, when the sun had been streaking in through the window, painting you in a golden light. In the kitchen, during breakfast, when you'd come up behind her, wrapping your arms tight around her abdomen as she whisked the eggs, pressing a few kisses into her shoulder blade. In the car, when you'd put on her favorite playlist, and began singing along easily, head bobbing along adorably to the beat.

Still, Alexia held strong, knowing that you wouldn't mind any of those options. However, she didn't think she could take the teasing if everyone found out that she couldn't wait a few hours to propose to you. Her teammates already teased her relentlessly about how absolutely soft she was for you.

Driving the boat to the little private beach, she watched you out of the corner of her eye, hair flowing in the wind. You were wearing white linen shorts, and a cropped black top. You looked so relaxed, so at peace, so fucking beautiful. Your girlfriend added this moment to the tally of times she almost slipped up.

The beach came into view soon enough, and you could just barely see a picnic set up on on the sand, a blanket carefully laid out, a picnic basket and a bottle of champagne sitting in an ice bucket.

"What's all that?" you asked, confused as she hadn't said anything about a picnic.

"You'll see." Alexia said coyly, smirking at you from behind her sunglasses. She pulled up to the dock easily, and you swore the way she drove the boat was one of the hottest things you'd ever seen. Turning the motor off, and securing the boat to the dock, she looked at you, an expression on her face that you'd never seen.

"There's one more surprise, but you have to close your eyes, vale?"

You shut your eyes tight, reaching your hand out to her. She chuckled, grabbing the little box in one hand and you in the other, guiding you off the boat, being incredibly careful not to let you fall. She walked you to the end of the dock making sure your eyes were still shut. Off the end of the dock, the sun was setting, a splash of colors lighting up the sky. Pinks, oranges, purples.

"You better not be about to push me into the ocean," you warned, only half joking. She laughed nervously, and you held tighter to her hand. She instructed you to open your eyes, one hand behind her back, holding the box. You opened your eyes, looking around curiously, only seeing your girlfriend, and the sunset, both of which had been present before you'd shut your eyes. Alexia caught your confusion.

"Alright, it's less of a surprise and more of a question," she said nervously, all of the things she'd thought up to say escaping her brain. "I love you," she blurted out, pausing, clearly not sure what else to say. You'd never seen her this flustered before, and decided to help her out. It was becoming clearer to you where this was headed, and you couldn't wipe the grin off your face.

"I love you too, baby, but that's not a question," you said softly, squeezing her hand.

"Right," she said. Alexia was slightly -very- humiliated at how lost for words she was. She'd had a speech, she'd practiced it; in the mirror, to her mom, to Alba, to Mapi. And now the only words she could think were I love you. Honestly. You were looking at her like you didn't care though, like she could simply present you with the ring and you'd say yes, even if she didn't say a word. She looked into your eyes, your captivating eyes, and opened her mouth, the words suddenly flowing.

"I love you, so much. My love for you surpasses what words can describe. You changed my life in ways I cannot explain. I didn't know that I could feel things so deeply until I met you. The way I feel about you, it makes my chest ache. I can't comprehend it sometimes, how everything I want, everything I need, comes back to you," Alexia's voice was starting to break, and she cleared her throat, determined to hold it together.

"There are so many things I want to say; I could spend hours here with you, telling you all the ways you make me a better person. You make me happier than I've ever been, and I want to spend every minute for the rest of my life, doing everything I can to make you just as happy." At that, she got down on one knee, holding the ring out in front of her. You were crying, tears streaming down your face at her words. Alexia wasn't an especially expressive person; you knew she loved you, her actions told you every day. You'd never expected her to make such a big verbal statement though, to tell you exactly how much you mean to her.

"Y/n, will you marry me?" she asked, smiling up at you through trembling lips, and opening the box.

You let out something that was between a sob and a laugh, reaching out desperately for her arms, and pulling her to her feet. Throwing yourself into her, she caught you easily.

"Yes, Alexia. Yes," you cried into her ear, and you felt her whole body relax against you, as she let out a sigh of relief. Pulling back, you pressed your lips hard against hers.

"Did you think I wouldn't say yes, Ale?" you asked incredulously. Alexia blushed.

"I knew you would, but I was still nervous. You know I hate keeping secrets."

"There is no universe in which I say no to that question from you, Alexia. You could ask anywhere, at any time, and I'd say yes," you promised, rubbing your thumbs over her cheeks to wipe the tears away. Alexia pulled you back into a bone crushing hug, picking you up and spinning you around, much too dangerously for 2 people fully dressed standing on a narrow dock. You laughed in her arms, feeling her grin into your neck.

She put you back down, holding her hand out, wordlessly asking for yours. You gave it to her, and she pulled the ring out of the box, slipping it onto your ring finger. It was breathtaking, one large ovalular diamond, 2 smaller ones on either side. The band was lined with smaller diamonds, that sparkled in the sun light. Your jaw dropped looking down at it, before you raised your eyes to Alexia's. She was smirking at you, knowing very well she'd picked the perfect ring.

"You like it?" She asked smugly. You nodded, completely speechless. Alexia pulled you in again, kissing you in a much messier way, her hand lacing through your hair. You pulled away, lips puffy, breathless, and pressed your forehead to your... fiancee’s.

"Picnic time, si? And then we can go back to the villa," she said suggestively, and you threw your head back, laughing.

"Anything you want, baby. After that speech? And this ring? Anything you want." you whispered into her ear, and Alexia shuddered. She'd never been more in love with you, than in that moment.

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okay so... obviously i need to write post engagement smut but i'm in more of an angsty fic mood rn and i don't want to half ass it so part 3 will be filthy, i promise. I am actually, seriously, begging people to send in requests of what you want to see smut wise; if you ask i'll probably write it :)

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere Jock X F! Bookworm! Reader

Pt. 2 Pt.3

TW: Non-con, dubcon, spankings, mention of isolation, bribery

A/N: I’m excited to write my first smut like this. It was a much needed writing exercise.

Kofi: Wanna buy me a coffee?

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You were always a bookworm. You didn't like talking to other people much, but you value the few friends you have. That was until he came along. The school jock, the lightly tanned skin with sun-kissed hair boy, with six-foot stature. Along with muscles to match his build. He rarely came by you, but that day fate decided to let his eyes shine down on you in your corner of the library.

He grabbed a book about muscle mass and sat next to you in the blue bean bag.

"Have I seen you around anywhere? You look familiar," He asked, looking at you as you focused on your book more. "Not a talker, huh?"

You refused to give this guy the time of day, especially when you didn't want to be a one-time hookup. You close your book and leave the library, not paying attention to the football player behind you. If only you knew how much he wanted you.

Eventually, as the day went on, he would try to talk to you, but to no avail. You simply didn't want to be one of his sexual conquests. Then, the pep rally came for the big game, and that's when your life changed forever. As usual, your bookworm self skipped the pep rally to head out to the library. You didn't like the noise and screams of other students, and you especially didn't like being crowded in a gymnasium during a hot day.

You grabbed a shiny blue book from the middle shelf and settled into the bean bag near a dark and quiet corner. The librarian had already gone home but left the keys under the doormat since she knew you liked to come after hours. Although, it was a pain having to lock up before going home.

The last bell rang, but unfortunately, you couldn't hear it due to falling asleep from reading Caraval. But that wasn't unusual for you. You'd just wake up and walk out of the library minutes to hours later. Unfortunately, your absence at the pep rally had caused the final straw to break in this poor jock's mind. He had been trying to get your attention for days. Flowers in the locker you hardly visit, notes that ended up in the trash, and even $500 cash in your backpack. Nothing got your attention. You were always more interested in your damn books than him. But when you were nowhere to be seen during the pep rally, something broke inside of him. You obviously needed help noticing him, and he knew just how to fix it. He knew how you’re a virgin but still had the urge to touch yourself until orgasm. He was going to give you better than that. He was going to fuck your brains out. He was going to give the best fucking of your life. He was going to be oh so soft and gentle as he took your virginity away. That is if his testosterone-fueled rage didn’t make him overdue it.

He walked into the library and found your sleepy figure about to leave. Everyone had gone home, and the sun was starting to set. No one was going to help or catch you with him.

Like a predator in the dark, he made his move and slammed you into the brick wall, slightly tilting your glasses. He held both your hands above your head with one hand and used the other to grab your face.

“You’re going to pay attention to me. Not your books, not your phone, just me. Me!” He growled, his body twitching with rage. “Do you know how long I’ve tried to gain your attention? Your affection? Only for you to ignore me or brush me to the side!”

“I’m sorry! I truly didn’t mean to ignore you! I just thought you were messing with me!” You cried, tears streaming down your face as your glasses fogged up.

“Oh, but you did! You ignored me earlier today in this very library! You’ve ignored me whenever I tried to talk to you! Fuck! All those other girls I’ve let taint my body were for you! All for you! Your affection! Now it’s time I showed you how I feel since you won’t notice me without help!” He barks out, slamming his lips on yours.

His tongue didn’t even fight for dominance just took over your mouth. Occasionally, he’d wrap his tongue around yours, but his tongue was mainly greedy.

“Screw these! You don’t need them for this!” He growled, throwing your glasses off. “Perfect.”

Your hair was a mess, and drool trailed down your chin. His eyes began to stare at the baggy plain shirt covering your pretty ass. He roughly flipped you onto your stomach and lifted your ass up by the leggings. Despite your ass being small, it was still a cute bubbly round that he could pound into euphoria. He didn’t care you didn’t have a standard beauty body. That just meant more people would stay away from you. It was less work and bribing for him.

“Your choice, spankings, oral, or fingering? Though if we do fingering, we’re going straight to sex afterward,” He asks, slowly rubbing your ass.

“Spankings,” You answered immediately, wanting to stall him for as long as possible.

“Haha, I see you like my hands on your ass. Very well, I’ll spank you, but I’ll sneak in some kisses to ease the pain,” He said, slowly peeling your leggings to your knees.

His massive hands began to spank your ass roughly, occasionally slapping your sex to get more juices to spread around on your ass. It was only the beginning of the pleasure. You didn’t want to feel so good from him spanking you, but you were finding it hard to hold back your moans. He delivered the final slap to your ass, then dove straight into your ass to kiss your clothed pussy.

“I’m so glad you wore such thin lace panties today,” He moaned, beginning to kiss your sex more. “I don’t mind that you’re a jungle down there. It only means that everything will stay longer.”

You didn’t pay attention to a word he said as the pleasure from his praise was beginning to get to your head. Your eyes began to get unfocused, and eventually, you came in your underwear as his kisses quickened.

“Ah!” You moaned, realizing your mistake. He began to feast on the delicious cum served. “Agh! Ha! Fuck! Don’t slurp on it while you’re near me like that!”

He finished the last of your cum and peeled off your underwear. He gently flipped you onto your back and took your baggy shirt off, revealing a beautiful chest. He smiled and kissed your chest until he met your bra.

“You’ve got to show that rack more, darling. It suits you. I’ll buy you a matching set in your favorite color. Of course, I’ll only be able to see it, though,” He proposed, taking off the bra with one hand.

Your arms immediately went to your chest, but he stopped you from covering them up by gently rubbing a nipple.

“Sh, sh, sh, it’s ok, dear. Your chest size doesn’t bother me. It’s beautiful,” He cooed, kissing each breast. “Let me worship your body. You need to learn how much of a goddess you are.”

You nodded yes, but everything about it seemed wrong. But the kind words, the way he complimented you, made you feel loved. It made you feel the way those boys in the novels did. He had done all this work for you. Maybe you should give him a chance.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle. You’ll only feel a bit of discomfort,” He said, lining his member up with your vaginal opening. His member matched his height and proudly displayed its six inches.

You wanted to look at him, but you couldn’t. Not only had he thrown your glasses across the room, but you couldn’t look him in the face. It felt so humiliating being in this position in your sacred space.

“It’s your glasses, isn’t it? I shouldn’t have thrown them. I know how protective you are of them since your last pair got broken by that reckless freshman playing football. Here, I’ll get them for you.” He got up and grabbed the glasses from the floor. He gently placed them on your face, letting you see the adorable face full of love and concern. “Is that better, beautiful?”

“Yeah, it is better. Thank you,” You said, earning a soft and gentle kiss.

He returned to his original position and gently wrapped your legs around his waist. He stuck the tip in and waited for your approval to move further.

“You can move more. I’ll be ok,” You said, trying not to let tears out.

“I’ll be slow,” He put his whole length in and waited for you to adjust.

Your legs tighten around his waist, and he begins to thrust in and out of you. Each thrust released a wave of pleasure, pleas, and moans. Both fed off each other’s arousal and pleasure, until the poor jock got pushed over the edge. He lifted your legs as far back as they could and straddled you, beginning his rapid-fire thrusts. Your genital hairs tangled with his causing more friction and tension with each thrust. Your moans for him and his moans for you echoed through the empty library.

“Hah, oh fuck! I’m cumming!”

“I know, darling! So am I!”

He put both hands on your cheeks and looked at you as his climax approached.

“Let’s cum together!”

He thrust one last time, and you both came. Although he came inside of you, you couldn’t care less. You were his now. Besides, you were taking the pill, and you were always perfect with following the schedule for it.

“I love you, darling, more than you realize.”

You couldn’t help but lay on the floor, naked, next to him and say, “I love you too.”

[prince0fpaints]

Letting off some steam..

Venture x Reader

Warnings under cut!!

WARNINGS - mentions of male genitalia, choking, name calling/degrading, PLEASE PLEASE PLEAASSSEEE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!!

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“Hey, Sloan, did you hear about this deal at the mall today?”

God.

“Hey Sloan-y look at this cool stick I found!”

What now?

“Pebble.. Pay attention to me!!”

That was the straw that broke the camel's back, Sloan was already swamped with backup work from the wayfinders society, they were assigned a pretty difficult case; finding the location of king Beau’s ceramic crown, said to be lost forever, but with bits and pieces being found in iceland gave the society hope and they, in turn, decided to put the best of them on the case.

Sloan was honored, they were incredibly ecstatic! The second they got home and told you about it you were equally excited and willing to help them. However, they told you they could handle it on their own, and even though it put you in a pouty mood, you let your lover work.

You let them work.. And work.. And work.. And then you began to miss them, they rarely left the house and that was thanks to Joel at the society to give Sloan all the time they needed to pinpoint a rough location on the artifact. Every now and again you brought them food but never lingered too long, until they would be moving around the house, just for a change of scenery not to be pelted by your requests for attention. They were nice to you at first, being as gentle as possible, scolding you and giving you tiny bits of attention.. Which unknowingly reinforced you to bug them more for attention.

“Baby, I know you’ve been missing me but I've gotta work, okay.. Fine, one kiss.”

. . .

“Amor, I’ve got work to do.”

. . .

“Minx, compórtate bien. Odiaría castigarte.”

You forgot for a moment what their Spanish did to you. You couldn't make out much, barely any at all, but they were smiling so it must have been a praise! You smiled back and went back to chatting their ear off. Sloan was currently sitting criss-cross on the comfy futon in the living room, you sat next to them talking about nothing in particular, just chatting.

You would trace the outside lines of their tattoos, lingering over the one on their wrist as their arms were bare and vulnerable, thank you tank tops! They were dressed quite casually, A black tank top, and those cartoony boxers with skulls and crossbones printed on the fabric.

“And then she kinda just left without her cup of extra cheese, and then got mad when she came back when the movie ended and ate her nachos! Like c’mon lady! That's your fault, so like-”

You weren't able to get any more words out as a hand moved to cover your lips, your eyes recognized the beautiful tan skin that was littered with tattoos, your pupils traced up the appendage to sloan’s eyes. They looked pissed.

Messy hair, bags under their squinted eyes, eyebrows furrowed to enunciate their current emotion of annoyance. A slight grimace on their lips caused their teeth to peek out slightly as they tightened their grip before adjusting your body.

You were laying on your stomach now, nose pressed against their thigh as they placed their computer on the arm of the futon, you squirmed and grunted as you tried to move and they silenced you, quick.

“callarse la boca. quedarse quieto.”

Hot.

You did as told, even if you could barely translate, you knew full well what Sloan would say when they wanted someone to be quiet. Your movements stilled, eyes looking up at Sloan from where they held your head, much gentler now as they shifted on the futon.

They released you momentarily before lifting their hips off the cushions and slipping their boxers off just to the middle of their thighs. You swallowed, hard, eyes first spotting the leather straps wrapped perfectly around their sculpted abdomen, and a familiar sight met your gaze.

Their cock, their crazily colored, beautiful length.

You stared at it, unable to tear your eyes away as your eyes looked over the pinks, purples, and yellows on the slightly curved length. You swallowed once more, body twitching unknowingly as you felt Sloan’s gentle hand wipe away some drool you didn't realize escaped your mouth.

“Messy. Here, make yourself useful while I work.”

You wanted to, to just wrap your lips around it and make your partner happy but were met with resistance as their hand tugged your hair back.

“Control yourself. Don't you dare misbehave, I can stop this at any time.”

You whine, you love when they get all dominant like this but hate when they threaten to stop playing with you like this. You felt your head nod mindlessly, Sloan’s strong hand guiding your wanting mouth to the tip of their length.

You bobbed your head in a slow rhythm, Sloan groaned in satisfaction, their head rolling back as they praised your skillful tongue, though the shaft occupying your mouth was silicone, you swore sloan was feeling every little lick and suck. They removed their hand from your now messy locs and went back to typing. You mentally pout, you don't have their undivided attention. You wanted to hear them, to feel their hands on you, to be praised about your skillful mouth. You began to pull off to groan at them only to be pushed back down, gagging slightly in the process.

“You've been mouthing off all day, god, you've been so desperate for me, haven't you.”

Your hips shift at their tone, mind so clouded, their voice felt like it wormed its way into your brain.

“God. If you'd only shut up, I wouldn't have to stuff your useless mouth like this.”

You let out a muffled moan, tears dripping down your cheeks and onto their perfect thighs and the leather straps.

“But knowing you, you probably like this, don't you?.. Apuesto a que estás todo mojado ahí abajo. ¿Sí?”

You moan around the silicon you were choking on.

“putita.”

You quite literally prove their point right after.

[esmedelacroix]

31 days til' Christmas

ice skating date with miguel o'hara ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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Being the head, brains, back, legs, basically the foundation of the spider society had its quirks along with many shortcomings. Shortcomings like Miguel coming back home to his sweet baby either too tired to do anything or all battered up. When you had insisted that he take a vacation for the holidays his immediate answer was, "No, I'm sorry cariño[honey], I would love to spend time with you but the fate of the multiverse—" he started as he put his hands on your shoulders.

"Miguel, that's not going to work this time. I already called Jess and Peter and they can cover for you. I also got a bunch of other spiders in on this so they can cover the other ten-thousand jobs you take care of. So you don't have a choice, mister, your vacation starts today," you said sternly. Miguel loved it when you took charge of him like this. Every once in a while he was reminded of the reason why you're the only person who has ever put up with him this far. Everyone may be scared of Miguel at work, but boy was he scared of you(in the best way possible).

He couldn't deny that being able to overpower him was one of your most attractive points as well as one of his biggest turn-ons. He snaked his hands around your waist and nuzzled his head in your neck peppering kisses all over. “Thank you, mami," he muttered into your neck.

"You’re very welcome, ya' big baby," you teased. He chuckled before pulling away and taking in your beauty.

"I know this is supposed to be a break but I want to take you out somewhere, get some cozy clothes on," he said urging you to get in the bedroom to change. You gave him a suspicious look but soon after skipped into the bedroom excited about this mystery date he was taking you on.

After you got yourself ready you found Miguel there waiting for you on the couch. "Estás tan guapa, mi amor[You look so beautiful, my love]," he praised marveling at your beauty.

"Gracias[thanks]," you chirped as you took his hand. The two of you went into the car that Miguel had already heated for the two of you. Always so considerate, you thought to yourself as you gawked at him like the two of you were teenagers again.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he asked oblivious to how sexy he looked when he drove.

"Oh nothing, I'm just thinking about how handsome my husband looks while driving," you quipped earning a huge grin from Miguel.

"Oh yeah?" he chuckled.

"Hell yeah," you replied before gasping suddenly. Miguel was amused at your sudden discovery of the date he had planned. You were pulling into the ice skating rink at Rockafella. One of Nueva York's main tourist attractions during the holidays.

When Miguel parked and opened your door for you after getting out of the car, you pounced on him wrapping your arms around his neck, showering his face with kisses. "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you," you squealed in excitement unable to contain your ecstatic joy.

One thing about you is that you loved ice skating with the perfect view of the Christmas lights of Nueva York. It was a family Christmas tradition you talked to Miguel about every year; the two of you just never found the time to do it together. Your burst of excitement was not so much because you loved being here, but because you were so happy to be sharing the experience with Miguel.

The two of you rented out ice skates and hit the ice. Miguel didn't let go of your hand once. He placed your hand in his pocket to keep you close and warm. You skated around the ring and talked about everything under the moon. Miguel talked your ear off about the procedures he's been running in his lab and how much he hates Hobie(he loves him, he just doesn't want to admit it). Afterward, you talked his ear off about all the drama happening between the friend groups you were both a part of.

As you skated and chatted, you took it upon yourself to show Miguel your cool tricks from back when you used to figure skate. You spun and twirled and even attempted a single salchow for him that looked great in the air but you did land on your bum. Miguel immediately rushed to your aid trying to hold back laughter and failing.

After he got you on your feet you chased him around the rink as fast as you could. Once you caught up with him you playfully hit his chest. "Why'd you laugh? That salchow was beautiful, I just didn't stick the landing," you nagged pinching at little spots on his arms, play fighting with him.

"Sorry, you just looked too cute for your own good," he chucked finally getting a hold of your hands holding them away and giving you a quick smooch. "C'mon chica, let's get some hot cocoa," he suggested as they left the rink and walked up to the lady operating the stand.

"¿Puedo comprar dos chocolates calientes? Para mi esposa, por favor, añade muchos malvaviscos[Can I buy two hot chocolates? For my wife, please add many marshmallows]," he asked as he pulled you into his side to share his warmth.

The two of you had your hot cocoa walking around Rockafella. Miguel teased you while you geeked out about this year’s Rockafella tree. After a successful date at the ice rink, despite your major fail, you were completely satisfied with your night.

“Thank you for taking me out hon’,” you whispered as you played with his hair while his head rested in your lap. The two of you opted to watch a holiday movie before bed.

“Thank you for helping me realize I need a break, I love spending time with you baby, you’re my world,” he muttered.

As you lay in bed together that night, you couldn’t but feel an overwhelming sense of happiness that Miguel was finally home one night, and here to stay.

[therealdisneyfan2319]

Summer | Wanda Maximoff

A Stripper MILF Wanda Cinematic Universe Story

Summary: Summer in Westview is quite the adventure :)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Mild language, innuendo

Word Count: 2.7K

Masterlist

The week you took vacation from work was the hottest week on record for the small suburban town of Westview, New Jersey.  There were a million things on your to do list, but the sweltering heat and stifling humidity sapped all of your energy.  The shed needed to be painted, the driveway needed resealing, and you promised Wanda that you’d finally go through the boxes of “stuff” that were sitting in the basement.  Yet all you wanted to do was sit on the back porch with a beer, work on your tan, and stare out over the sparkling ripples of water in the pool that you didn’t have…until today.

It was meant to be a surprise for Billy and Tommy, but you and Wanda both had to admit that you were excited, too.  Talk of a pool started as a joke.  The idea of actually going through with it seemed absurd at first: the yard wasn’t all too big, taking care of a pool was a lot of work, it wasn’t exactly cheap to have it installed in the first place…your shared list of excuses stretched on and on.  Yet the more the two of you joked about it, the more you found yourselves falling in love with the idea of your own personal oasis.

Keeping the pool a secret wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be.  Although Billy and Tommy often made passing remarks about wanting a pool as the temperature rose, Wanda kept them in check with a smart remark about money not growing on trees or an eye roll.  More often than not they dropped the subject.  But it was frequently followed by a subtle smirk or knowing glance in your direction: the boys had no idea what was coming.

On this hot and hazy Thursday morning, after Billy and Tommy were picked up by the school bus on their way to summer day camp, the local pool installation company pulled into the driveway.  Since you were getting an above ground pool, it would be finished before the boys got home from camp.

“So who’s gonna get in the water first?” you asked Wanda as you sat in your Adirondack chairs on the back porch.  “Billy or Tommy?”

“Tommy.  Definitely.  I’m not even sure he’ll change out of his clothes before he jumps in,” Wanda chuckled.  She swirled her straw around the glass of freshly squeezed iced tea, the ice cubes clanking around the glass as she looked out at the two workers setting up the walls of the pool.

“And you’re sure we can’t get in as soon as they’re done filling it up?  That we have to wait for the boys to get home?”

“Y/N-”

“Only kidding, my love,” you retorted.  Truthfully you weren’t kidding.  The donut floaty wasn’t for them…

******

“Still can’t believe we actually did this,” you thought aloud, skimming your hand across the surface of the water.  The sun bounced its crisp surface as the blue liner sparkled brightly underneath the ripples.  You smiled as your fingers broke the surface.  

“The boys are going to love it,” Wanda replied as she splashed the water around.  

“Yeah, sure, they’ll love it, but think of all the fun we’ll have with it.”

“Oh?”

“Two words: skinny dipping.”  

“Y/N!” Wanda blushed bright red at your devilish thought, but you knew that she was just as excited about the prospect of a late night nude swim as you were.  You ducked out of the way when she splashed water in your direction.  “We have neighbors!”

“And-?”

“I don’t think Agnes would appreciate seeing either of us naked.”

“We don’t know that,” you answered with a knowing grin.

“Keep it up and you’ll be the one going in the pool with your clothes on,” she warned.  Suddenly Wanda reached for her pocket, her soft marimba text tone echoing softly against the soft hum of the pool pump.  “Shit,” she muttered.

“What?”

“Kate called out, they’re one girl short for the 3-11 shift,” Wanda sighed.

“Do you want to go in?” you asked.

“Not really, but it looks like I’ll have to.”  Wanda placed her phone in her back pocket, rubbing her temples as she stared into the pool.

“Hey, don’t worry about it.  I can watch the boys tonight.  It’ll be some good bonding time for us.”

“No, I know you can watch them, I just wanted to be home for this tonight.”

“I mean I don’t know about them but I think I can find a way to make it up to you later,” you teased with a wink.  Wanda merely shook her head and smiled as she headed back inside.

“Sex isn’t always the answer to everything, Y/N,” she replied over her shoulder.

“Who said I was talking about sex?!”

******

“STOP RIGHT THERE!” You extended both arms in front of you as Billy and Tommy jumped off the school bus and ran up the front porch.

“He did it!” Tommy yelled, pointing an accusing finger at his twin.

“What did I do?” Billy exclaimed.  “Whatever it is, he did it!”  The accusation sent the two into a back and forth of hearsay until you managed to intervene before push came to shove.

“Woah!  Take it easy, dudes.  No one’s in trouble.  Your mom got called into work so it’s just us tonight.  Which is cool.  We were just gonna grill up some burgers for dinner later, but there is a surprise for you in the backyard.”

“Dirt bikes?!” Tommy asked giddily.

“A trampoline?!” Billy asked, his eyes wide with excitement.

“Why don’t you go out back and check it out for yourself?”  You grinned at them as you lowered your arms, allowing them to push each other out of the way as they trampled up the steps of the front porch.  “Don’t kill each other before you get there!”

Before long shouts and cries of awe and excitement echoed from the backyard.  There was no doubt that they were overjoyed at the sight of the brand new pool.  It didn’t take that much longer for them to rid themselves of their backpacks and t-shirts and scramble into the crisp, cool water.  You laughed to yourself, extremely grateful that you yourself didn’t have to wait any longer to indulge.  Throwing on your swim trunks, which you pre-set in the downstairs bathroom, you practically dove in on top of the boys.  

The three of you spent the next few hours splashing about in the cool water.  Billy was the first one to find your donut floaty, much to your chagrin.  You instantly felt you had to reclaim your rightful place on said floaty so naturally you flipped him off and climbed inside.  That started an intense game of king of the hill.  Tommy convinced Billy to team up against you.  They attempted to sneak around you and swim up from underneath the floaty in an effort to flip you over.  They failed.  Multiple times.  Eventually you ended up dunking both of them, flipping them off the floaty after they thought they had you beat.  

Once you were thoroughly waterlogged, you grabbed your towel to dry off.  The boys begged to stay in just a little bit longer.  You relented only on the condition that nobody mention it to Wanda.  That was the mantra of the evening: don’t tell Wanda.  Don’t tell Wanda you flipped both boys underwater, don’t tell Wanda you let them stay in the pool for as long as they did, and definitely don’t tell Wanda how you accidentally set Agnes’ tree on fire.

******

“Y/N, are you sure you were a Boy Scout?” Tommy asked as you failed to spark the bonfire for the dozenth time.

“I don’t think he was a real Boy Scout ‘cause we’d definitely have a huge fire by now,” Billy whispered rather loudly to Tommy.  

“Either one of you think you could do a better job?”  You twisted around, lighter alternating between their reluctant faces.  The stunned silence gave you their answer.  “That’s what I thought,” you responded as you turned back to the firepit.  Standing there, hands on your hips, you harrumphed at the pitiful pile of sticks in front of you.  Normally it was no trouble starting a fire.  You’d done it plenty of times before.  Something just wasn’t working. 

“Now what?” Billy asked, his head cocked at an angle as he watched you staring at the pit.  

Sighing, you rubbed your temples as you weighed your options.  There was no way you were going to let the night end without some sort of pyrotechnic display.  That and you really wanted a s’more.  So there was only one real option left: a little bit of help.

“Hey Tommy, can you go grab the can of gas from the garage?  And Billy, can you go grab the newspaper from the counter?”

“Seriously?  Mom’s gonna kill you,” Billy told you.

“And that’s why we’re not going to tell her about this, okay?”  Billy, always his mother’s son, rolled his eyes before heading to the kitchen.  Tommy, on the other hand, sprinted toward the garage.  Once the boys returned, you doused the kindling with the accelerant and wadded up the newspaper, stuffing it in every nook and cranny.  “Alright, now stand back.  I don’t want you two too close in case this thing goes poof.”  Grabbing the box of matches, you struck three against the side of the box and tossed them onto the pile.

The resulting explosion was impressive to say the least.  The shockwave from the ignition caused you to stumble backwards as a fireball shot high into the sky.  Billy and Tommy both cheered as the fire came into existence, but they weren’t the only ones yelling.

“MY TREE’S ON FIRE!” Agnes yelled out the window.  “YOU SET MY TREE ON FIRE!  WHY IS MY TREE ON FIRE?!”

“Shit!” you muttered as you raced for the hose.  You apologized profusely as you sprayed the water over Agnes’ tree and the fire itself, extinguishing everything until it was a smoldering mess.  The boys muttered to themselves the entire time, watching wide eyed as you scrambled to put out the fire and Agnes leaned out her bedroom window in her nightgown to yell at you about trying to kill her.

“Does this fall under the ‘don’t tell mom’ category?” Billy asked not-so-innocently.

“Breathe a word of this to your mother and I drain the pool.”

******

Wanda returned from her shift around 11:30.  The boys were already asleep and you were on the couch with another beer trying to figure out how to keep Wanda from learning about your near-disaster with the bonfire.  It felt like the future of your relationship rested on how well Billy and Tommy could keep their mouths shut.

“Hey,” Wanda called softly as you heard her bag thud to the floor.  “How’d it go with the boys?”

“Oh you know,” you replied.  “They kept trying to drown each other in the pool and then when I got in they tried to drown me.”  

“And everyone tells me boys are easier than girls,” Wanda sighed.  “Or at least that’s what Agnes tells me.  She tells me a lot of things, you know.”

“Oh?”  Shit.  She knew.  “Like what?”

“Like how you practically blew up the neighborhood a few hours ago.”  Wanda stood in front of you, her arms crossed as she glared down at you.

“Okay she’s exaggerating.  It wasn’t the whole neighborhood, it was just the backyard.”  That wasn’t making things any better.  Wanda continued glaring at you.  You couldn’t tell whether she was going to murder you in your sleep or do it right there.   

“It’s a good thing I love you, mister, or you’d be sleeping on the couch for a month,” she scolded as she shook her head.  You gulped as a wave of relief flooded over your body.  “Now how’s the water?”

“What?”

“The water.  In the pool.  How is it?”

“Uhh fine, good.  Refreshing?  Wanda-”

“Come on,” she said, extending her hand.  “Let’s go for a swim.”

“Now?!  Wanda, it’s almost midnight!”

“And?” she replied as she pulled her t-shirt off.

“You brought your swimsuit to work?” you asked, casually pointing at her burnt orange bikini top.  “You brought a bikini to work?”  You were practically drooling as Wanda undid the buttons on her jean shorts, sliding them down her legs and kicking them in your direction.  All she did was smirk.  “Goddamn, woman.”

“Go get yours on and meet me outside.”  She turned on her heel and walked toward the backyard, her bikini bottoms leaving nothing to the imagination.  

You raced upstairs for your swim trunks, the other pair you knew Wanda would love.  There was no way you’d wear these ones around the boys for obvious reasons, but around your lover?  Without a second thought.  The bright red, three inch, leave nothing to the imagination shorts were packed deep in the depths of your underwear drawer.  You pulled them out, quickly exchanging your gym shorts for the trunks before dashing back downstairs.

Wanda was already in the pool by the time you got outside.  In the pale moonlight, your girlfriend was ethereal.  The light reflected off her pale skin, dancing on the soft ripples of water.  She was sitting in your donut floaty.  Her head rested on the plastic frosting and her eyes were closed in a state of relaxation.  Her feet kicked lazily in the cool water, beads of water rolling down her legs as she let the stress of her unexpected shift melt off her.  She looked absolutely at peace.  

Yeah, we’re gonna fix that, you thought as you walked over to the pool.  Taking great care, you climbed the ladder as quietly as you could and entered the water with the utmost stillness you could muster.  You shivered as the water creeped up your legs and over your waist as you crouched down.  The pool wasn’t too big so you didn’t have far to swim.  As soon as you were underneath Wanda, you pushed against the bottom of the pool and upward, completely tossing her off the floaty and into the water.  

Wanda screeched as she felt herself fly off the floaty and into the water.  She kicked and sputtered as she came up for air. You, on the other hand, were doubled over in laughter.

“What the HELL, Y/N?!” Wanda shouted as you continued laughing.  

“Sorry, sorry,” you apologized between laughs.  Wanda looked absolutely furious as she cocked her head at you, pushing a wet strand of hair out of her face.  

“Fine.  If that’s how you want it.”  With that, Wanda began wading over toward you with a devilish look in her eyes.  

“Wanda, what are-?” Before you could finish your thought, your girlfriend wrapped you in her strong arms and practically body slammed you underwater.  The waves crashed over you again and again before settling.  “Not fair!” you sputtered, coughing up the water you were currently choking on.

“You started it!” Wanda reminded you.

“You’re insufferable.”

“And your dick looks huge in those trunks,” she smirked, glancing down at the shorts that had practically molded themselves to your body.

“Didn’t think I needed the trunks for that statement to be true, Wands,” you replied cheekily.

“Oh you don’t.  I’m just admiring the presentation, that’s all.”  Wanda waded toward you as she continued to eye your bulge.  “And you’ve even got it wrapped up in a nice bow.  How thoughtful.” 

“Here?  Right now?” Your heart caught in your throat as she slipped her fingers inside the waistband of your shorts.

“Weren’t you the one who suggested we go skinny dipping earlier?”

“Come on babe, I was just joking.”

“I know,” Wanda chuckled as she tugged your waistband toward her.  “I’m just teasing.  But I think you could stand to loosen up a little.”  

“I…you’re not wrong there.”  You shook your head as you laughed at her.

“The boys asleep?” she asked, glancing up toward their room.  You nodded, noticing the lack of light coming from the room.  “Basement?”

“Works for me,” you shrugged.  You yelped as Wanda snapped your waistband back against you. 

“Come on, tiger.  I don’t wanna wait much longer.”

[evieismol]

Big Bend - Chapter Three - Roommates

Cw: language

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Zoey

I flopped down on my new bed. It was harder than most probably would have liked, but I'd never been picky. I'd just finished unpacking, and despite it being barely past noon, I already felt exhausted. 

Then again, I'd had an eventful past twenty four hours. I'd spent more than half that time driving through Texas. I'd arrived at an entirely unfamiliar and new place, one where I didn't know anyone. 

Well, I guess I know at least one person now. Technically two. 

I thought back to my meeting with Easton the night before. After he'd gotten John, the IMA agent had gotten in touch with my supervisor, Anne, who gave me directions to the HR office. After that, she'd showed me to the employee housing dorms, informing me that my roommate would be arriving tomorrow. Today, now. I'd never actually had a random roommate before. All I presently knew about my future living partner was that her name was Penelope, and she was a vampire. 

That seemed like it boded well, at least, because while vampires weren’t actually unable to go in the sunlight, they did prefer the night, and I was something of a night owl myself. Hopefully I at least wouldn't be bothering anyone if I stayed up late reading or knitting. 

I continued to stare at my ceiling as I mulled over everything that had happened - and was about to happen. I actually found myself beginning to drift to sleep, and I might have, had it not been for a knock on my door. I sat up, sliding off my bed. Making my way to the door, I pulled it open. 

A girl about my age stood there. She had long, dark brown hair, and tan, flawless skin. Anne stood next to her. 

“Zoey! I hope you've had a chance to get settled. This is Penelope. Penelope, Zoey.” 

I extended my hand. She shook it. Her hand was cold, but not unpleasantly so. 

“It's nice to meet you,” I said. 

“You too! I think this summer is going to be so fun!” She said, excitement sparkling in her eyes. “I love your pants, by the way.” she gestured down to the patchwork pants I was wearing. 

“Well, I'll let you two get to know each other,” Anne said. She gave us both one more smile, then turned to head down the hallway. 

“So, Anne said you're also working at the gift shop?” Penelope asked, pulling her two suitcases into the room. 

I nodded. “Yeah. You too?” 

“Yep! I've never done anything like this before - gotta say, I wasn't expecting it to be so remote out here! How are you liking it so far?” 

I was already getting the impression that Penelope was far more outgoing than me. 

“It's alright,” I said. “Can I help with luggage or anything?” 

“Nah, I'm good. This is everything - I left most of my stuff at my parents for the summer. So, what brought you out here?” 

I shrugged. “Just needed a job, and I saw this one online. You?” 

That was a highly abbreviated version of the events that had led up to me working at the park, but it wasn't technically a lie. 

“My best friend Angie got a job as a park ranger here - she's been working as a ranger at different parks for like, five years now - and I wasn't doing anything this summer, so we thought it would be super fun if I applied to a job at the gift shop! Ooh, speaking of which, would you mind if she came over in a few?” 

I shook my head. “Not at all.” 

“Awesome! She's on her way over!” 

I briefly wondered what she was going to do if I'd said no, given that it seemed she'd already told Angie it was fine. I didn't dwell on it beyond mild amusement, though. Penelope was already continuing. 

“You know, I've never been to Texas before. There's just so much desert out there! Where are you from?” 

“Connecticut, originally. But I've been living in Seattle the past few years.” 

“I’ve only been there like twice, but it seemed like a cool city,” Penelope said. “What brought you over there?” 

“A relationship. It didn't work out.” 

Thankfully, Penelope seemed to pick up the reluctance in my coffee, as she pivoted away from the subject. “That sucks. Angie and I are both from Colorado. Denver. I’ve lived there pretty much my whole life. I'm pretty sure she's lived too many places to count, on the other hand.” 

Another knock on the door interrupted Penelope. She spun around. 

“That's probably her! You'll love her, she's the best!” 

Penelope opened the door. Two people stood there, both about our age. The first was a tall, slim young woman with curly black hair and dark brown skin. The second was a young man with sandy colored hair and a tan that almost matched. 

“Angie!” Penelope exclaimed, pulling the girl into a hug. Angie returned it. When they parted, she gestured to the man. 

“Do you remember Dave? I worked with him a couple years back at Yosemite.” 

“Of course I remember Dave! How have you been?” 

Dave seemed to be more on the reserved side. Especially compared to Penelope. “Can’t complain,” he said. “You?” 

“Pretty good! Oh, this is Zoey! She’s working at the gift shop too! Zoey, this is my best friend Angie, and her friend Dave.” 

“Hi,” I said. I gave what felt like an awkward wave. 

“Do you guys wanna come in?” Penelope asked. 

“Sure!” Angie accepted her invitation enthusiastically. 

“Okay, so, you guys have to tell me everything. What’s the secret mission like? How’s it going? Have you met him yet?” As Dave and Angie entered the room, Penelope asked them a barrage of questions. I, for my part, had taken a seat on my bed. I raised an eyebrow. 

“Secret mission?” 

Angie and Dave exchanged a glance. 

“It’s not really a secret mission,” Angie began. “The Park Service is…taking part in a diplomatic experiment, sorta? Maybe you heard about how they were going to hire someone from Aphiria?”

I nodded. 

“Well, higher ups thought it would be a good idea if there was a core group of humans that mostly work with said Aphirial, to give everyone some stability.” 

“And that’s them!” Penelope interjected. “So, have you met him?” 

“Yeah,” Dave said flatly. 

“What's he like?” 

“He seems nice. Uh, his name's Easton. He was like a botanist on Aphiria I guess?” Angie responded.

“Is he really that giant? Like, bigger than a Tyastron?” Penelope asked. 

“Oh yeah. Very much so,” Angie said. “I'm sure you guys will meet him sooner or later, working here.” 

“...I met him last night, actually,” I said. 

Angie looked surprised. Dave, meanwhile, had unreadable expression. If I had to guess, it was somewhere between disdain and unease. 

“How'd that go?” He asked. 

“It was kind of fortunate, really, because I was super lost when I got here, and he got John to get in touch with Annie for me. He did seem really nice.” 

“So I'm the only one who hasn't met him? Dammit!” Penelope exclaimed. 

Angie laughed. “Seriously, I'm sure you will soon enough. He's kind of hard to miss.” 

 “I didn't realize how giant Aphirials really were,” I said in agreement. “I mean, I guess that's kind of a no shit statement, because they are giants, but-” 

“It's totally different in person?” Angie guessed. 

I nodded. “Yeah.” 

“I thought the same thing,” she replied. “Which I guess is probably to be expected, cus I don't think very many of us have met an Aphirial.” 

That was probably an understatement. Not only had I not met an Aphirial, I'd never even met anyone who'd met one. As far as I knew, at least. In fact, the only times I'd heard of them prior to this were one of three places. 

The first were horror movies and stories; there was pretty much a film genre dedicated to them, and they tended to pop up in urban legends fairly frequently too. I didn't know anyone who had actually met one, but I knew plenty of people who's fourth cousin's ex-wife's disowned sister's mailman (or something of that nature) had been killed or kidnapped by one. I'd always put as much stock in those stories as I did any other urban legends, which was to say, very little. 

The second was the occasional conspiracy video that pulled up in my recommended feeds. I didn't put much stock in those either. 

The third, and probably most boring, were mentions on the news. Usually just some aside about a new political agreement or diplomatic occurrence with their planet. They seemed to mostly keep to themselves across the galaxies, and it was only recently they'd started having more formal and frequent communication with other planet. 

After last night, I was fairly sure the massive size difference played at least some role in that. Humans, and other human sized earth dwellers, had gotten lucky when we'd become space faring - it turned out that we were pretty much average sized amongst other beings. There was some variation, to be sure, but it was usually within a couple of feet. Tyastrons were already considered giants at only a fraction of the height of an Aphirial. That probably meant our resources weren't particularly tempting to them, leaving little motivation to interact with other planets for much of history. Recent various galactic alignments had finally given some motivation in terms of not wanting to be the odd one out, from what I had heard. 

“God, that sounds so cool. I can't wait to meet him.” Penelope interrupted my thoughts. “Do you think he could pick up a car? A bus? Imagine being able to pick up a bus! That would be so freaky.” 

I thought I saw Dave shift slightly at that comment, but I wasn't sure. And even if I had been, I doubted it was my place to question that. 

I did, however, find myself wondering just how he'd ended up part of this “secret mission” if the unease I sensed was related to Easton. 

Next

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : COACH HARLOW

A/N : Thanks to my bby @harlowsbby for this beautiful idea. I hope I did it justice 💜 & to @harlowcomehome for always reassuring me about my writing because I was doubting this one bad.

Today was an exciting day, it was the 4th annual kickball tournament of The Homies, and your husband was going to join in on the fun.

The kids were also excited about it, it’s all they’ve been talking about non stop since they found out, even asking if they could be on the team and play.

You were finishing up getting EZ dressed so you can meet Jack at the stadium. “Momma, is daddy wearing shirt like me?”

You nod, tying his New Balance shoes “Yess baby, even the same shoes.”

“Yay, we gonna be twinsies.”

“Cheesy, you need to get a hat because daddy is wearing that too.” Mia announces as she’s making her way inside the bedroom. “Oh and some shades.”

“Momma, I don’t have hats or shades.” He gasps.

You smile at him, “Don’t worry baby, daddy called me saying he’s got you covered with that. Now let’s head out.”

**********

“Mommy.” Mia giggles. “Look at nino Urby, he’s all tanned and his shorts are really, really short.”

You look ahead and find Urban standing next to Cole and Jack, and Mia was indeed correct. “He’s just like your father, being out in the sun too much will get them all burned quickly.”

“But daddy is really pale, like his shirt, momma.”

“EZEQUIEL.” You laugh. “You’re correct but still don’t say that to him.”

Mia nods “Come on Cheesy, let’s go annoy uncle Ace and Shloob.” She takes a hold of her brothers hand and they run off.

Jack spots you and smiles at you and starts jogging your way.

“Well you look hot.” You tell him as soon as he’s in front of you. “My kids are somewhere around bothering their uncles. Do you want to sneak off somewhere before my husband notices??”

Jack rolls his eyes, pulling you in. “Role play only in bed.” He gives you a quick kiss. “Those were your words if I recall correctly.”

You shrug and tug at his KY necklace. “You know I’m a mess when you wear this chain.”

“Yeah, that’s why I wore it.”

“Mhmm.” You look at him up and down. “I love that the jerseys have your foundation logo.”

“You did good by suggesting it.”

“I know, you should listen to your wife more.” You smirk.

“Don’t I always?” He raises his eyebrows but before you could answer him, your two children were tackling their father to the ground.

You can’t help but smile and admire them, Jack really is a great father and you couldn’t be more thankful for him.

“Daddy, I need hat and shades like yours so we can be twinems.”

“Neelam has that for you little man.” Jack stands up from the ground, the kids attached to him like some koalas. “You guys want to learn how to play?”

EZ nods excitedly, while Mia pulls away and stands in front of her father, raising her eyebrows at him. “Isn’t it just kicking the ball and running around?”

You can’t help but let out a little chuckle at Jack’s offended look on his face. “Not exactly.” He signals Urban to throw him the ball.

“So this is what you do.” Jacks starts, earning a groan from his oldest, but an excited shriek from his youngest.

After thirty minutes of Jack explaining to the kids how kickball works, he’s ready to let them have a little practice game with the guys.

“Remember Mia, you kick the ball from the side of your foot, not the front.”

That has her groaning, “Dad, I thought that was for soccer.”

Everyone chuckles, which causes Mia to glare at all of her uncles and her dad. “It’s not even funny, so I don’t know why you’re all laughing.”

“Damn, she’s a feisty little seven year old huh?” Cole asks Jack

“Oh, you have no idea.” Jack smiles, nodding.

“Daddy, can we play now?” Ezequiel asks.

“Yeah, you’re up first little man.”

Urban rolls the ball towards Ezequiel and to your surprise he ends up kicking it really far and and hard.

“RUN EZ”

“GO GO GO.”

“HELL YEAH LITTLE MAN.”

“HE GETS THAT KICK FROM ME.” Urban yells the last part.

Jack rolls his eyes “Keep thinking that.”

Ezequiel makes it to third base and does a little shake of his body to celebrate his success. “Your turn Mia bug.” He yells to his sister.

“Nino Urb, not too hard okay?”

Urban nods, “I got you princess.” He tosses the ball towards Mia but she misses and doesn’t kick it. “It’s okay, you get three tries.”

“Throw it straight, you’re throwing it to the side and I’m right here.” Mia grumbles out.

“Keep your eyes on the ball Mia.” Jack yells.

“What do you think I’m doing?”

You chuckle but not loud enough that she can hear you. “Mia, está bien mami, tú puedes.”

She turns to look at you, pouting “Pero se están riendo de mí.”

“Guys, can you please not laugh? She’s trying her best.”

“Mia, I’m tossing it slower this time okay?” Urban yells.

Mia nods and waits for the ball to be a foot closer so she can kick it. “YES” she yells as she sees that she ended up kicking it and tries to run to second base but she ends up kicking the ball straight into Urban’s hands.

“MIA YOU’RE OUT.” Nemo yells.

You, Jack and Urban glare at him, while Mia stops mid run and sees Urban drop the ball immediately.

“UGH I DON’T WANNA PLAY ANYMORE.” She stomps her way towards you and hugs your legs. “Nino Urby, why did you catch it? And Nemo, you are annoying.”

Urban smiles sadly at her “I didn’t catch it, you have good aim that you kicked it into my hands bug.” You know he’s lying but you’re not about to make your daughter feel worse.

“Daddy, I hate this game and I don’t want to play.”

“She’s competitive like you, Jackman.” Cole adds.

Jack starts jogging his way towards you and Mia once he notices that she really is frustrated and got her feelings hurt about the game.

Jack kneels in front of her “Mia, baby?”

“Hmm?” Is all she mutters out, scrubbing at her eyes.

“You and I are the same, you know?” He stands up and holds Mia to him. “We both love to win and we hate when the game doesn’t go our way, but we have to realize that at the end of the day, it’s just a game and we should enjoy the time with our loved ones, just running around and laughing.”

“But daddy, what’s the fun in that? I want to win.”

You and Jack share a smile because you’ve heard him say those exact words more than you can count. “The fun is being with family.”

Mia sighs, “I guess. But is it okay if I just watch?” She looks behind Jack, towards the field “Plus, I think Cheesy is the sporty one, he did really well.”

Jack smiles, “You did too, baby.”

She rolls her eyes, “Thank you for being nice.” she taps his shoulder signaling him to let her down. “Now go win, me and mommy will be cheering you on.”

“You got it Mia.” They do their little handshake and Mia watches her dad run off towards the middle of the field where her brother and uncles were.

Mia crosses her arms, looking towards the field, then back at you with raised eyebrows. “Mommy, can we get wings and icey? It’s gonna be a long day seeing these silly boys run around in a triangle.”

You smile, and fix your sunglasses. “Yes let’s go, I’m dying in this heat.”

“How much you wanna bet daddy and uncles are gonna loose?”

You gasp, “Mia, we’re supposed to be cheering them on.”

She shrugs, “We will, but I know and you know that they’ll lose.”

“You are evil, young lady.” You shake your head.

“I get it from my daddy.” She smiles.

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[elvisabutler]

I don't know if your taking requests but I had this in my head and just can't get it out.

Just Austin x reader when she is on top, I'm taking slightly mean reader with just a tiny bit of sub Austin and a lot of chest scratches+bite marks (on him)

🌹🌹

like a feral cat

summary: you and austin tend to switch for each other and it works well enough except for when you cover him in scratches and bite marks. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: m pairing: austin butler x female reader word count: 1332 warnings: rough-ish sex. bite marks. scratches. p in v sex ( protected ). very soft sub austin. dom-ish reader. minor bit of degradation. possessiveness. author’s note: thank you for the request darling! and one day it will not take me months or a month to get to some requests. i actually really liked this one i just- holidays and kinktober and everything just made writing kind of an adventure on what i got out. and hey first thing i've really written in a week, woo. hope you enjoy!

From the moment you and Austin entered a relationship you realized that both of you liked to play with dynamics. Maybe that made you like every other couple you knew but at the same time you like to think those couples didn't understand the rush of pleasure that hearing your boyfriend whimper your name begging to cum and the look of sheer ecstasy that crossed Austin's face when you called him sir as you begged to touch yourself. It was fine though, because you both knew safe words and you both knew better than to push each other more than was necessary. Today was no real exception as you found yourself on top of Austin, your nails digging into his upper arms, earning a hiss from him.

"Hard day at work, babe?" It's not that you had pounced on him when he got home, but it was a near miss if he's being honest. Normally that sort of thing ends in you being needy and him treating you with a certain amount of tender loving care but this- this is new and more than a bit exciting.

"Did I tell you that you could talk, Austin?" Your words are almost spit out and Austin recoils just a hair before realizing that you want a more- pliant him, not a sassy one. "Should have known you'd want to run that pretty little mouth if I didn't put something in it."

Austin can't help the way a snicker escapes his mouth at your words. Despite knowing you want him in a certain way today there's something hilarious about watching you try and be mean because it's never been your forte. At least, that's what he thought until he feels the scrape of your teeth against his shoulder before you bite down. A yelp escapes his mouth unbidden as you pull away with a smirk. "Cat got my baby boy's tongue? Didn't expect me to sink my teeth into this tanned skin of yours?"

He tries to form words, tries to defend himself against your words even as your hands leave his upper arms and your nails slide down his chest, nails digging ever so slightly into his skin, forming a trail of red marks down his torso. "Y/N, babe." He can feel your pussy clenching around him just slightly, a tease of how you normally clench his cock when you cum or when you want to force him to cum first, knowing that your grip always can do him in. "I'm- I'm sorry, shouldn't- tease you. You're just taking what you need from me, aren't you?"

Another moment and he hisses at the sting of his skin almost breaking as you move your hands back up his torso more streaks of red skin following in your wake. "I am. I'm showing everyone that you're mine. That even if you have to cover all this with makeup that you're mine. Because you'd do anything for me if I asked. Just to make your mistress happy wouldn't you?"

His head lolls backward as his hips try and rut up against you, trying to gain more friction, to get you to move up and down on his cock. Your hands move to grab his hips in an effort to stop him. He groans at the bite of your nails against the skin of his hip before looking at you. "I would, but you- I need to move to give you things."

"Why would I want you to move?" You ask, moving to mouth at his clavicle before biting down, earning a sharp inhale a cry of pleasure from Austin. "Baby boy, we know when you're like this you can't use your cock. Can't push it in the way I need it to hit me. You know I need to control how this goes."

Austin growls, his hands moving to your hips, unable to stop or control himself to stop himself from doing it. "I think I'm pushing it in pretty well, ma'am."

You tilt your head and move to kiss up his jaw line, watching it tense under your ministrations before you lightly bite at the one part you always see flex when he's frustrated or trying to control himself. His inhale has you smirking as you kiss back down his neck. "Are you? Fuck me harder, baby boy. Make it so I can barely walk tomorrow. Or should I go find another better baby boy-" The words are swallowed by Austin's lips on yours as you moan into the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a battle you're not sure you want to win.

You can't help the way your nails dig in more as you keep a firm grip on his hips. If you want you could break the skin, tear little small lines against Austin's hips as retaliation for not being as pliant as you want. But you don't, you keep your scratches a little superficial but still lining his skin, the red igniting something almost feral in you. Austin Butler was yours to mark, yours to love and no one could take that away from you. No matter how much gossip you would hear otherwise, no matter how much other people might sneer at him dating someone below him, he was yours and no one else's but yours. Your pussy clenches at the realization as you start to drag your fingers against more of his skin, wanting to see him covered in your marks. You want to give him the trophies of your love as you ride him.

From the noises leaving his mouth, you're not the only one, you think he's trying to mutter something but it's muffled against your skin as he pulls you down into him, causing one scratch to actually break the skin, with you only realizing when you pull away and see blood on your torso. Finally your hands settle on his shoulder blades, clenching them and pushing Austin down into the bed as you ground down on his cock and he rutted up against you, both of you chasing your orgasm. One of his hands finally leaves your hip and moves between your legs, his fingers callused as ever from his random guitar playing rubbing against your swollen clit, earning a cry of want and pleasure from you.

You can feel him twitching inside and feel his body shaking just slightly as he opens his mouth to speak, the words slurred into some weird Californian and Southern accent. "Let me cum, ma'am. Wanna cum before you, please. I'll be-"

"Please, Aus." Because you're barely holding on yourself and the idea of his cum filling you with no worries due to your birth control has your own body shivering. He doesn't need to be told twice, his lone hand gripping your hip even tighter, his own nails making moon shaped imprints on it as he groans, cumming and rutting up into you as you follow suit. Normally you wouldn't but tonight is just different for both you, you think, especially after you flop onto him, chest heaving as you both try to catch your breath.

"You know one of them is bleeding, right babe?" He whispers as he strokes your hair, trying to remind you that you've covered him in marks.

"I need to patch you up, I know." You answer as you pull away, whining just a hair as he pulls out of you. Standing up and stepping away from him you take a second to admire your handiwork and smirk a little. You had done that to him, scratched him up like you were a feral cat.

At your smirk Austin looks at you with hooded eyes. "As hot as it is seeing you look that pleased with yourself at making me look like a scratching post, can you go grab the antibiotic cream and a bandage?"

"Sure baby boy. Won't even make you beg for it."

You do make him say please though.

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[ask-half-blood-hill]

Meet the Demigods: Cyrus Langeland

Welcome to 'Meet the Demigods!' I'm your host, Sephora Chambers, the camper hiding away in the Hera Cabin here at Camp Half-Blood! Today we've got an exciting interview with the youngest and most adorable camper- Cyrus, from the Apollo cabin!

Q1: Can you tell us what you look like?

"I have tan skin, lots and lots of freckles, dark blonde hair, and blue eyes! I just turned ten in April, and I think Myra says I'm four feet and four inches tall! I let my siblings pick out my outfits, and I like wearing my yellow sneakers everywhere! They're my good luck charm!"

Q2: What is your favorite animal?

"I love animals! I like them all so much! I like frogs the most, though! There's so many types, and so many colors! I decorated my entire bed with frogs! The leader of my frog army is King Gonzo, my first froggy!"

Q3: How did you come to camp?

"When I was nine- back in the winter- I was found by some really nice people who turned out to not be very nice. Arthur, Valentine, and Serenity all found me and took me to camp! They're so cool! Serenity helped get me cool clothes, and bed stuff, and even lets me talk with her family on the camp computer when she video calls them!"

Q4: Have you ever met your dad?

"Yeah! He said that my powers will come when the time is ready, then he gave me King Gonzo the frog plushy! I like my dad! He's so cool!"

Q5: What's your favorite camp activity?

"I like painting! I'm too young to take part in most of the war games, except capture the flag, but a lot of times they let me win if I manage to get the flag. When I'm older, I know I'll still win! Leave it to me!"

Q6: Which camper do you think has the best stories from quests?

"Valentine! He's always telling stories about his quests, and he's been on the most quests out of everyone in camp! Can you believe that he's gone on SIX quests? That's a lot, since quests are only given by the oracle! Everything else is just a task!"

Q7: Is there any creature you really want to meet?

"I hear that the old camp activities guy was a centaur! That's so cool! I definitely wanna meet a centaur! Oh! Or meeting a nice hellhound! I love dogs so much, I'd love to have a hellhound puppy!"

Q8: Where did you grow up?

"I lived in Vermont, but when my mom died I was taken in by those not so nice people. It's okay, though, because now I live at camp and get to learn in lessons from Arthur and Melina in the Athena cabin during the school year!"

[dreamingofep]

Strangers in the Crowd pt. 11

(Elvis/Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No, just another one of my delusional fantasies.

Prompt: You and your best friend are on your annual girls trip and go to see Elvis at the International.

Little did you know this would be a show you'll never forget. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, teasing/ tension, SMUTTT, oral sex,outside sex, daddy kink, spanking, the usual really dirty stuff.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)

Word Count: 4.1K

A/N: Hello everyone! Its summer in Graceland and it hot 😏 if you know what I mean😉 Like I said previously, this fic is coming to its end very soon but I have other stories coming soon to that I’m VERY excited about and cannot wait to tell you more.

I'm so glad you've been liking this story so much! I also mentioned earlier that I’m also posting my fics on Ao3 so you can read my stuff there too if you want!☺️

This has been so much fun to write and hear your reactions! Enjoy! Sorry for any spelling mistakes or overall goofs.

Feel free to message me or comment what you think! 🖤

The Memphis sun baked into your skin today and radiated its warmth through your body. You were soon discovering how hot Memphis can get in the summers and you were not prepared for that by any means. The one nice thing about it was how your skin had a nice glowing tan now, one that matched Elvis’.

The first few weeks living at Graceland was something out of a dream. It felt wonderful to be with Elvis every day and get to know each other on a deeper level. He was so catering and his southern hospitality really shined through to make sure you felt like you were right at home. Anything you wanted, he would get you to make you the happiest while you were staying here. You didn’t have time to pack before you and Elvis got on his plane to go straight to Memphis. To be completely honest, you didn’t want to see anyone try and convince you to stay, and after the events that happened with your parents, you definitely didn’t want to hear it.

Elvis bought you an entire new wardrobe that was completely unnecessary, but was so generous of him to do that for you. You could tell a lot of the outfits were hand-picked by him based on how revealing some of them were.

It was an adjustment living with so many people all the time. The house was constantly buzzing until the later parts of the night, where you can hear the crickets sing and the house finally came to a still.

Night falls, and you decide to go for a swim. Elvis isn’t anywhere to be found so you’ll just go in by yourself. He has been a bit high-strung since he is opening in Vegas once again in a few days. He had been rehearsing in Los Angeles the last few weeks, going back and forth from there, and back to Memphis every few days to try to get the show perfect. This was going to be his third time playing in Vegas and wanted to make sure the show was fresh and exciting still. You assured him that it was going to be great, but he’s too much of a perfectionist to relax until it’s actually done. The added pressure of having it professionally filmed also weighed on him. MGM was filming six shows for this new movie so that meant Elvis has to find new songs for such. You wanted him to relax when he was home but he couldn’t fully enjoy the quiet. He was always picking up a guitar and playing or going to the piano.

This meant he was less attentive to you and your needs. Not that you were being selfish, it was just how it was. You respected that he was so dedicated of an artist that his craft was the most important thing to him. You knew this next show was going to be even better than what you experienced, and that’s saying a lot.

He’d show affection always, but the more close, intimate moments were brief, if at all present.

You didn’t take it personally, you understood, but you wanted him desperately. You wanted to find the right time to get him alone, and have him take you right there, no questions asked.

After rummaging through your drawer to find the right swimsuit, you decide to go with the high-waisted two-piece one with the cherry pattern on it. You grab a towel from the bathroom and go back downstairs to the pool.

You place your towel on one of the reclining sun chairs and dip your toes into the dark aqua pool. It was cool and brought a slight shiver to you, but with the blazing sun beating down on it all day made it feel like the perfect temperature to cool off at night. You quickly jump in and get the instant satisfaction of being able to feel so much more comfortable.

The pool isn’t large by any means, but big enough to do laps and get a nice workout in.

As you do your laps, your mind continues to wander to needing Elvis. You knew he wanted you too by just the look in his eye, but his mind was somewhere else and probably didn’t find it right to give you half of his attention when it came to that sort of stuff.

You take a break from swimming and float on your back, getting to stare at the shining stars twinkling in the sky.

“Well what do we have here,” Elvis teases.

You pop your head up to the sound of his voice and see him standing on the other side of the pool, wearing a pink short sleeve button up with black pants. His eyes have this wild child like glint of mischief when he looks at you.

“Nothing that would interest you,” you tease back. He chuckles softly and walks to the side of the pool you’re on.

“It looks like something I’d like,” he says, crouching down to see you closer. You swim closer to him, hanging onto the ledge of the pool by your fingertips, looking up at him between his legs.

“Why don’t you come in here and find out if it’s something you like,” you jest.

A devious smirk arises from him, “I see just fine right here baby.”

You reach out and pull at his shirt, popping off the first button. He looks down at the pearl pink button fall onto the concrete.

You stare pleadingly at him, the light beaming behind him from the back door fixture, cascading a shadow over him making him look like an angel. His golden tan skin gleaming and his black hair dancing in the breeze. Your hand continues to work his shirt buttons, trying to feel his skin touching yours.

“Come in baby, get those pants off,” you coo.

He lets out a exasperated laugh, “woman you know what I’m wearing under here,” he says smugly.

Yep you do… nothing.

“Are you being shy E? You don’t want to let little Elvis free for a swim?” You say cunningly.

His face flushed and he shakes his head at you in disbelief.

“I swear to God woman…” he trails off.

A devious little idea pops in your head and want to tease him further, make him have to get in here and pay attention to you. Your hands reach around to your back and untie the straps around your rib cage. Once they are free, you lift the top off your neck and throw it at his feet, making a splashing noise when it hits the ground.

“What do you think you’re doing?,” his voice full of concern and slight agitation.

“Nothing, I don’t know what you mean,” You say innocently. You bring you hands out to your side, kicking off the wall of the pool and away from him. Your chest elevates as you swim away and your nipples rise above the water, hardened by the cool water. His eyes grow in shock, checking over his shoulder to the back sliding door and the kitchen windows that no one was looking at the scene you were making.

“Y/n you better put this back on right now. I don’t want anyone seeing you like this,” he says firmly, his voice controlled and unplayful.

You shake your head no at him, swimming further away from him, drawing him to follow you to the other side of the pool. Your hands go back under water and pull your bottoms down, bringing them to the surface and ringing them out before throwing them in Elvis’ direction. His jaw drops and his eyes darken.

“Honey, I’m not playing with you, you better put these back on right now,” he growls. You know you should be carful, you’ve seen how his temper can flare when you don’t listen. But you didn’t care. You wanted his attention and this is how you were going to get it.

“Nope. Not until you get in here with me,” you sayin a snarky tone.

Elvis frustratedly throws your swim suit down on the ground and jumps in the pool after you. You quickly swim to the other side as you see him come up for air, wiping his hair out of his face, searching for you with wild eyes.

“Y/n, come here,” He barks. “You want someone to see you like this?!”

You can’t help but giggle at the rise you’re getting out of him.

“You’re going to have to come get me before I put any clothes back on,” you tease.

Staying in the deep end of the pool, you try to dodge him and swim away from him. Both of you are getting out of breath and your legs are getting tired. You can’t help but laugh at how serious he’s being right now. It’s a rare occasion when Elvis is dead serious and not cracking a joke. But the thought of one of the guys seeing you naked makes his blood boil and his temper flare off.

He catches up with you and pins you to the side of the pool wall, fire blazing wildly in his eyes as he grabs your arms stilling you. You’re in the middle of the pool and your feet don’t touch the ground anymore. He still stands up fine and gives him more leverage to pin you here and control your movements.

“I thought you knew how to listen to me after all this time, but instead you’ve just become more of an insolent little brat hmm?”

You push your hips into him and let out a soft sigh out, liking the much needed attention of his body on yours.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you say innocently.

“Oh, don’t you do that with me. I’m not gonna have that. You want someone to see you naked?” He fumes.

You take a second to look at his face, seeing the clear frustration but nonetheless beautiful and very distracting.

“If I were to say yes… is daddy going to punish me?” You say in a hushed whisper, your hand wandering down underwater to his bulge, squeezing it in your hand and watching him jump.

He looks at you in shock, waiting for you to say anything else.

“Yes, I’ll have to show you who you belong to,” he growls. “No other man gets to see you naked but me,” possessiveness dripping off his tongue. He lets go of you and gets out of the pool.

He stands in front of you, his clothes dripping wet and clung to his body, showcasing his best assets right in front of you. He looks so inviting, so handsome, you want to get on your knees for him right now.

“Get out of the pool,” he commands.

“You want to at least grab my towel,” you say snappy.

He makes a snide chuckle, “Since you don’t care if anyone will see you, thought you wouldn’t need one.” He barks.

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from smirking, knowing your little game is working.

“No you’re right baby. That was a silly thing to ask for,” you say challengingly.

You wade over to the steps to get out of the pool and step out, brushing back your wet hair out of your face and letting it fall on your back.

The look on his face on priceless, the disbelief that you would actually walk around naked out of the pool so confidently shocks him to the core.

You walk by him, flicking your wet hair in his direction and walking to the lounging chairs where you had left your pool towel. His eyes burn holes into your backside watching you walk away. You nonchalantly pat your body dry, ringing your hair out, and taking a seat on the chair. You stretch your arms out above you and let them dangle off the chair. You hear his footsteps coming toward you and he stops right in front of you.

“You think this is a game?” He questions harshly. “I’m not going to ask again,” he cautioned.

You shake your head no at him, reaching to touch his cock again, feeling him tense up.

“Daddy’s going to have to teach you a lesson,” he growls, grabbing your wrist tightly, pulling your hand away from him.

Your core throbs at his words, needing his undivided attention more than anything.

“I’m going to need a long, in-depth lesson before I fully understand, daddy, and then I’ll listen” your words with an icy edge.

You reach for the towel behind your head and stand up, wrapping it around yourself and tucking in the corner at your breast.

Reaching down for his top button of his pants, you push the button through and slide down his zipper. You reach your hand into his pants and wrap your hand around his shaft, moving it up and down slowly.

“Daddy, please forgive me. I promise I’ll listen,” you coo.

You feel him get hard in your hand and watch as he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, fighting the urge to succumb to you. The heat radiating off of him felt suffocating and made you want to crumble at his feet even easier than you could imagine.

He spins your body around, making it so his back is facing the back door and windows.

“Get on your knees and show me how sorry you are,” he commands, his fingers tracing the hem of the towel resting on your breasts. He pulls it down off of you, leaving you standing naked in front of you. The darkness of the night didn’t stop his eyes from glimmering with that mischievous glint.

“Mhmm, yes daddy,” you say softly, sinking to your knees at his feet.

He pulls his cock and balls out of his pants and glides his hand over his shaft, stroking it sprightly.

“Open that mouth for me baby,” he quips.

You obey and open your mouth, waiting for his tip to touch your tongue.

He pushes his hips forward, plunging his cock to the back of your throat. You instantly gag, not ready for his long length to be inside you like this. You squeeze onto the back of his thigh with your hands, needing to take some of his length out of you.

His hands reach into your hair, pulling your head back, making you look up at him.

“You’re gonna take this cock like a good girl. Take your punishment for not listening to me,” he growls. You whimper at his instructions, opening your mouth once again for him.

He lets out a pleased groan and puts his cock back inside your mouth, keeping the firm grip he has in your hair.

He fucks your mouth vigorously, making the most vile sounds come out of you and drool spilling from the slides of your mouth.

He changes pace and starts to push your head forward, taking in more of his cock while he keeps his hips still. You flatten your tongue out on the bottom of his shaft and watch as he lets out a breathy moan. You can’t help but smile that you can make such noises come out of him.

You try to suck as much as he would let you, letting out moans as he pulled out of you to let you breathe. Your hand slowly inches for his balls, cupping them softly and massaging them lightly in your hand. He pushes his hips forward as he feels you doing this, having you take his entire length in your mouth. You lick at the base of his cock, hearing his deep groans that fill the otherwise still night. Putting more pressure on his balls, you feel him tense in your mouth.

He groans and moves his hips slower while he’s inside you. You’re almost sure he’s going to cum like this, but he pulls his length out of your mouth and has you just focusing on his head and massaging his balls in your hand.

“Oh fuck mama, yes,” he gasps pulling himself out of you, “use your mouth on my balls now,” he directs as you gasp for air.

You eagerly take his shaft in your hand and start jerking it, placing your mouth near his sac. You give one long lick causing him to gasp. You use your fingertips to push his sac to your mouth, wanting to suck on one of his balls and shower him with attention.

You suck on one and his cock twitches in your hand. You test how much pressure you can put to make him groan the most. You lick and suck on his balls while still slowly jerking him off in your hand. You love the sounds he’s making, sounding like sweet music to your ears.

You had never done this before so it did make you a little nervous, but you would experiment with what he liked. Like the rest of him, his balls were large and heavy making your mouth water for him. He lets out a loud gasp as your tongue swirls around his teste, bringing a new pleasure to him when you have it inside your mouth.

He pulls you away from him, leaving a sucking pop sound with you release his ball from your mouth.

“Fuck mama, you’re killing me,” he says breathlessly. You can’t help but giggle slightly at his reaction to all of it. You could keep going if he would let you but he lets out a frustrated grumble as you look up at him with his cock still in your hand.

He doesn’t like the reaction from you, he doesn’t want to hear you enjoying your punishment for acting out so childishly. “Your punishment isn’t over yet baby. Get up.”

Elvis tucks himself back into his wet slacks and reaches for the towel that’s fallen on the floor to cover you, wrapping his arms around your torso and picking you up. He makes long, quick strides into the cool, air conditioned house, sneaking you down to the basement and into the jungle room.

He placed your body face down over the arm of the couch sitting in the middle of the room, your hands stretched out in front of you holding yourself up.

“You’re such a bad girl, always liking your punishments too much.” He grabs your hair again, pulling your head back and places a hard spank on your ass. The pain of it spreads through you like wildfire making you cry out.

“Elvis!” You say loudly, squirming out of his touch. He stills you putting a firmer grip on your hair and your hip. His hand comes down again and the sound of the spank is the only sound that fills the room. You let out another cry, hearing Elvis make a guttural noise.

“Elvis, Please!” You beg.

His hand comes down again and your eyes fill with water, pleasure seeping through when he gives another spank.

“Ah fuck,” you whimper.

His hands caress the swell of your ass, getting dangerously close to your folds. You feel your wetness pool more, making you want him badly. His fingertips brush your folds and the wetness spilling out of them. You push your hips back into his fingers more, wanting him to plunge them knuckle deep inside you. You hear him start to peel his wet clothes off of himself behind you and throw them to the side.

“Daddy, please,” you cry.

“You just love when daddy gives you attention Hmm?” He asks.

“Mhmmm, yes daddy I’ve missed you,” you groan.

“I know baby, being such a good little slut for me.”

His tip rubs against your folds as he continues to praise you. With a grunt, he plunges his cock inside you, stuffing you to the hilt. Both of you loudly groan and cry for more. You drive your hips back with him, wanting him to take you rough.

“Fuck me daddy,” you gasp, pushing your hips back with his.

Elvis cusses and lets out a pent up groan, making your pussy throb. He keeps one hand on your hip, using it as leverage when he snaps his hips into you, the other slithered down from your hair and wrapped around the front of your neck, keeping a light pressure on it, giving you a delicious tingling sensation.

His thrusts are hitting all the right places and with how sexually needy you’ve been, it’s not going to take very much to make you finish. He knows it too. The sounds you’re making for him tells him how good he’s making you feel and that you can’t take very much.

Suddenly he pulls out of you, leaving you breathless and begging for more.

“Baby, please. Don’t stop,” you pant, looking over your shoulder.

“Have you learned your lesson? Are you going to pull a little stunt like that again?” He questions.

“No daddy, I won’t I promise.” You plead.

He pulls your upper body up and goes to sit on the couch, his long legs spread out and his cock getting lazily tugged on in his hand.

“Then come and ride daddy. I want you to finish like this,” he beckons.

You stare at the man before you and get a chill just looking at him. You nod your head at him in compliance and straddle his frame. You hover over his cock, he lines you up and pushes your hips down onto him, sinking your wet heat all the way down his shaft. He cusses with how tight you feel and you feel the throbbing begin to feel unconsolable.

You glide yourself up again and watch his face this time as you sink back down on him hard. His face forms into pleasure, his eyes looking into yours, then down along your breasts as they begin to bounce as you ride him faster. He groans loudly, sending an electric shock to your core by just the sounds he makes when he’s getting fucked.

Your hands grip tightly in his wet hair as you ride him, not being able to get enough of him.

He leans his head back onto the couch, letting you take most of the control. He still has his hands on your hips, squeezing them tightly.

The coil and heat in your belly feels like it’s going to unravel any second now and he knows it. Your whimpers and moans increase as you swivel your hips back and forth, rubbing your clit on him in the process.

He stills you suddenly, making a shrill cry come out of you. He bores those serious blue eyes into you and bites his lip.

“Do you deserve to cum baby?” He asks.

You gasp and try to move your hips down but he won’t let you until you answer him.

“Yes, daddy, make me cum please. I’ve been a good girl,” you gasp.

He sinks you back down on him and helps you move up and down in his length. His fingers find your bud and rubs it like only he can.

Before you know it, your vision is filled with stars and you scream his name. He groans loudly when he watches you cum all over him, squeezing his cock and gasping for breath.

He finishes deep inside you, his member pulsating quick, thick spurts of his seed. You keep riding him even though your body is becoming exhausted. You don’t really know when the next time you’ll get him like this so you want to selfishly stay on him as long as you can.

Elvis grunts when you continue to grind on him and he sees your pleasure filled face riding him into oblivion.

“Mama, you’re gonna have to slow down you’re killin’ me,” he says gently through gasps.

You try and catch your breath, grabbing into his shoulders and calming yourself down.

“Sorry baby I got excited,” you tease.

“I’m not going anywhere baby. You can get more later if you want it. You don’t have to act out like a little devil to get my attention.” He assures.

You pauses looking away, “I know but you’ve been so busy. I didn’t want to bother you…” you trail off.

The look of realization washes over his face and his eyes grow sorrowful.

“Oh god baby, is that what this was all about? I haven’t been very attentive have I? Oh honey I’m so sorry,” he says pulling you in to embrace.

“It’s okay honey I know you’re under a lot of pressure. I didn’t want to distract.”

He looks at you smugly, “you are my favorite distraction though. Please tell me if you need something you know I’ll do it for you,” he says sweetly.

You nod your head and smile, “okay honey. I will I promise.”

“Good girl. Let’s get you upstairs so I can ruin you some more,” he says devilishly.

“Elvis! You need your rest before opening night. I can’t be the one held responsible for keeping you up all night. I’ll be fine,” you say exasperated.

“We’ll how about this, the show opens in three days, and I promise to get rest and be in top shape for the shows. But,” he pauses and pulls your chest to his, “I’m not going to let you sleep the first night we’re there. I want to ruin that perfect pussy of yours,” he says in a low sensual whisper.

Your heart skips when you hear him talk to you like this, “okay daddy.”

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[ennoshitas-princess]

That Flower in the Field

Chikara Ennoshita x fem! reader

Warning: some angst at first, moving on to more fluff later

Synopsis: You are a florist in a flower shop and Enno visits to get flowers for his mom and has turned into a regular

Word Count: 1,509

This is held post time skip and manga spoilers aren't included. I will include an OC that belongs to me.

The bell sang as the door opened by your favorite customer. He became a regular that by now you knew some things about him. Like, how his hairstyle is always neat, his dark sleepy eyes that you love to stare at, where he worked, that he had an interesting hobby in directing, how he played volleyball in high school.

You sat on your stool with the bouquet of colorful flora ready to hand to him, only to see him enter with a little boy holding his hand.

Your little heart shattered into quadrillion pieces. Of course he would have a beautiful wife and a child. He indeed is charming in his own way. He also had a good paying job. You felt so dumb for falling head over heels with this man.

“Hello Ennoshita-kun, here to pick up these flowers?” You smile sadly.

“Oh, yes. I need them for tonight. Today is a very special day and they are needed.” He smiled softly at you, cheeks dusting pink.

Your e/c eyes started to water. You found it hard to breathe and the back of your throat started to tighten up. Your blood started to boil in jealousy. Whoever the woman is, she must be very happy.

“I see.” You try to comprehend what just happened.

“Hey, you are the florist that my brother talks about. He says that-”

The little boy was interrupted by his brother's hand covering his lips.

“That is enough that came out of your little mouth. I am so sorry about him.” He bowed.

“It's fine.” You smile a little.

So, the little boy is Ennoshita-kun’s brother. You thought.

He picked up the sweet scented flowers from the counter gently.

“Oh, by the way. I wanted to invite you to a party. That’s if you are possibly free tonight?” He rubbed the back of his head.

Your face lit up at the invitation, but you hid how awful you felt if you showed up. His wife could end up saying. She might think you are a girl trying to hit on her husband. You wanted to decline.

“Sure, I would love to come!” You cheerfully open your mouth without a clue what you were saying.

“Great! I will come and get you from the flower shop at six.” He waved at you, holding his little brother's tiny hand.

The bell rang as you were in your train of thoughts. What should I wear?

Meanwhile, Ennoshita got bombed with a TON of questions from his tiny brother.

“Why didn't you ask her out?” His voice whispered.

“Huh?”

“You like her, don't you?” He looked up at Ennoshita’s dark eyes.

“No!” He blushed.

“She knows about mommy's birthday, right?”

“I hope so.” Was all that came out of Ennoshita’s lips.

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“Oooh, this is exciting! He finally asked you out.” The blonde girl shreaked.

“Emiko, he didn't ask me out. He only invited me to a party, nothing else. We are only friends.”

You rummaged in the bag your best friend brought you with clothes for the party.

You found a pretty breath of spring dress in there, plus a pair of tan colored flats to wear along with the light green dress.

“But, you like him.” She frowned.

“Well, he doesn't. He got a bouquet of flowers from my shop, and let's just say he said they were for a special occasion, which is today.” You look at her warm brown eyes.

“Come on, y/n. Let's be optimistic about the situation. I am pretty sure he doesn't have a wife.” She placed her soft hands on your shoulders.

“I wish I could.” You look down at the tiles of the flower shop.

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“Do I look good?” Ennoshita frantically asked as he looked at himself up and down in the mirror.

“Sweetheart, I am pretty sure you do look great! You have already asked me and your baby brother twenty hundred times.”

“I know, I know. I just want to look great tonight. I mean I want to impress her and she is quite a charm just with casual clothing on.” He kept staring at himself.

“Dear, I am sure you will impress her. You two seem pretty in love with each other.”

His mother sat down in a soft chair with a lace texture. The cushions are a delicate lavender color.

She was sitting up nice and straight, head held up high.

Her pearl necklace was a charm to all the men out there, but Ennoshita’s father was the chosen one since they were very young, before they entered high school.

“I hope she does love me back.” He looked down at the wooden floor.

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The nice cool breeze blew right through his neatly placed hair, but not messing it up. The setting sun kissed his skin delicately as he walked towards the little shop filled with the most gorgeous scented flowers ever.

He opened the little red door to be welcomed in by the little chime of the golden bell.

“L/n-san, I am here.” He walked in quietly.You rush out of the back to see him in a white cardigan. A light sage colored polo matching his eyes wonderfully. Khakis make him look simply charming. Oh, why did you fall for this married man?

“You look like a prince.”

You held your mouth agape, mesmerized by his way of charming people without even trying. Well, you were the only one in this world.

“Really? Thanks, I guess. Ready to go?” He reached for your hand.

“Yes, I am.” You move your hand quickly away from his.

You didn't want to let his wife know you were some side chick of his or something of the sort.

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The two of you made it to a nice outside reception. The place is decorated with floral decorations with all the colors of the spectrum. The trees swayed in the wind, making emerald leaves come falling to the green blanket on the ground.

“Oh, Ennoshita-kun, this place is lovely! I bet your wife is in love with this party as much as she is with you.” You clasped your hands together.

“Huh? L/n-san, I don't have a wife at all.” His face flushed a tiny hue.

“Wait, you don't have a wife?”

Your face scrunched up in confusion. He would always have a ring on his ring finger with some initials carved into it. He had pictures of a woman in his wallet. You didn't know what else to think.

“Then, who is in the pictures in-”

“Those are of my mom and dad when they were around our age.” He showed them to you.

“Then, what about the ring you-”

“This is my dad's ring and he gave it to me as a gift for my fifteenth birthday.” He took it off.

“But, the flowers must be for-”

“I don't have a girlfriend either. These flowers are for my mom because it's my mother's birthday.” He extended the flowers out.

Your face turned a bright magenta on the spot. You had no words left in your brain. This whole time your blood boiled over a woman that never existed.

“I have one question still on my mind.” You step closer to him.

“Oh, umm yeah. What is it?” He looked away from you.

“Why would you invite me to your mom's birthday party?” You twist your foot around on the green blanket beneath your feet.

“Well, you are a very close friend of mine, so I decided-”

“Oh dear, stop with the lying already. You are indeed in love with the beautiful lady that stands right in front of you. Just stop and confess to her.” Ennoshita's mother walked into the scene.

“Mom! I- well- I…. Umm…. I don't want to make your birthday party all about me.” He looked at her.

“Come on, Chikara! I have been waiting for this moment. Make it as another birthday present for me.” She fixed her son's hair.

Ennoshita gave her a look that he gave at his mother's request.

He knelt down on one knee and held your warm hands into his. Your cheeks flushed a rosy tint before he could say a word.

“L/n-san, since I entered the flower shop to pick up a bouquet for my mother, you were the most beautiful flower in that whole garden. Your eyes gleamed like twinkling diamonds in the night sky. Your hair perfectly framed your face as I kept looking at you, examining every little detail. What I am trying to say is…” He looked down, cheeks as a crimson rose. “Ln-san, will you go out with me?”

Everything in that moment stopped or turned completely white out of the picture. Only you and Ennoshita are in the spotlight and everyone is a side character just like in the movies you watched in high school.

“Oh, Ennoshita-kun. I- yes!”

You jumped into a tight hug, almost making him collapse on the grass.

This marked the last time you doubted his love towards you.

Hello guys!! Another Ennoshita x reader here bc I love him so much!!! Hope you enjoyed this one as much as the other Ennoshita x reader! Hope you are having/had/have a great day!!

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[the-writing-writer]

helloooo!!!! i jus found your blog and i find it very adorable!! i see that you're writing for tbhk, may i please request sonething?!(!?

can i pretty please request hanako and kou with a hispanic reader who greets close friends/relatives with a peck on the cheek or a big bear hug?? (I SAW THAT YOURE HISPANIC AS WELL AND I GOT EXCITED HEHHEHE) like yk its how we greet ppl and i would love to see their reactions or how they would respond to that 😭😭😭

(if you don't mind, could the reader be female! and romantic?? TYSMMMMM HAVE A BEAUTIFUL [timezone]!!!!!! 🤗🤗🤗🤗)

Aye, Mi Amor

Pairings: Hanako x Reader, Kou x Reader (separate!)

Genre: Fluff… a lil angst. Solo un poco

Warnings: -

Hanako:

Being a ghost and not able to touch you himself, Hanako can’t help but feel a little jealous when you go up to your friends and relatives and greet them with a bear hug and a peck on the cheek. Even your friends parents got to receive them from you.

And he knows it’s a popular greeting in Hispanic culture and there’s no real meaning behind it… but he knows it can never be him.

“Hanako, why are you so sad today, Mi Amor?” You ask as you stand next to him against the railing of the old campus building. “What’s wrong? Tell me.”

The stubborn ghost only pouts and looks away. “Nothing. There’s nothing wrong…”

“Hanako, don’t lie to me. You know I can see right through you~” You joked, causing your lover to turn around in faux anger.

“That was low! And you just made me feel worse!” He pouted, floating into the corner. “Didn’t have to point it out that I’m not able to touch you and show you my love the way I want to and the way you show affection to others… kissing cheeks and hugging… should be me…” He groveled, still pouting.

Oh. So that’s what this was about.

“Hanako… I know it’s hard for you… it’s hard for me too… but we just… have to make the best of it until we can figure something else out…”

A mischievous smile rose on his face. “Say, Darling… have you ever wanted to breathe underwater~?” He asked, slowly turning to face you.

“Well I mean yeah, who hasn’t. I mean it’s a pain when you accidentally inhale water and you start choking and dying. Duh.” You replied as though his question was stupid.

“What if I told you I had a special little thing that could help you do that, and would allow us to touch—”

“I’m not swallowing a mermaid scale with you.”

Ouch.

“Why not?! I thought you loved me!” He yelled in exaggerated disbelief.

“Ay dios mio, Hanako…”

Kou:

He’s jumpy and insecure anyways… and this obviously non-romantic gesture is not helping. Whenever you go over to greet your friends or guests at a party, you kiss their cheeks with a warm smile and even warmer embrace. It’s not that he doesn’t understand it’s a cultural habit, but he can’t help but feel insecure about his relationship with you.

“Kou! Come say hi to Nene!” You grabbed him excitedly by the hand as you went to the front door to greet your classmate, letting go of Kou’s hand to wrap Yashiro in a tight hug before kissing her cheeks. “¡Estoy tan feliz de que estés aquí, Nene! I didn’t think you’d make it! Oh! Kou’s here too! Where’d he go…” you trailed off before letting her go and walking into the house full of people to look for your boyfriend.

“Kou?” You called out, winding through the crowd. “Kou?” You called again, squeezing past people until you ended up in your room, entering to see Kou sitting on your bed in a ball.

“Kou… ¿Qué pasó, Mi Amor? Why are you up here by yourself?”

“It… it’s nothing. It’s stupid.” He buried his head in his knees, trying not to seem weak in front of you as you stared him down, gently stroking his hair. “Clearly it’s not stupid if it’s making you upset. Please tell me what’s wrong… I don’t like seeing you like this.”

He lifted his head up slightly, just enough so you could see the blush covering his cheeks. “I got jealous when you greeted Nene like that… I’ve been getting jealous over it all day…” he hid his face again. “I know it doesn’t mean anything!” He quickly defended himself, waving his hands around nervously. “I just can’t help it…”

His blush grew deeper as you wrapped your arms around him tightly. He could feel your warmth and love as you squeezed him gently. “Kou… I’m sorry I didn’t realize how it made you feel. But you know you’re always the first one in my mind and in my heart.” You leaned over and softly kissed his cheek before laying your head on his shoulder.

“R-Really?” He stuttered, his heart almost beating out of his chest.

“Aye, Mi Amor.”

[kosomolski-dolls]

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I guess, this is my first Fairyland Rant. Long post.

I've been buying from Fairyland since 2016. My first dolls were Minifees, and I have quite a collection of them by now. I never had any problems with them. Had some seamlines here and there, but nothing outrageous or super noticable. Never had problems with Resin fleshing on the hands, inside the hips, weirdly drilled tunnels, or ridiculous seamlines like some of my friends had every now and then over the years.

I was super excited when they released their merman last summer. I love mermaids, I have their seahorse already and love it, and that new tail was gorgeous, even if less posable. I don't mind that, I sometimes value aesthetics over movement, and from their pictures, he can stand, sit and kneel, and that's all I wanted.

When he was released, I ordered the body with a split (as I didn't want the head), and ordered a tan Fairyline Sirin, a blue and red tail, and the Juri23 head to go onto the boy body from the split.

I was a bit worried that the blue tail may not fit the girl that well, because the bodies are different, but on their page it said "compatible for both boy & girl" and the pictures said that as well, so I was optimistic that it would work out.

I got my package in October last year and was pretty happy with the fit on Sirin's body!

But the first disappointment came shortly after, when I realised... she cannot sit??

This is as far as it goes, and even that only worked because I supported her on her hands. And it's gaping at the back, so... well. Not too happy about that.

A friend of mine asked them about it, and they actually told them, that the doll isn't made for sitting. Then why the hell do they advertise it like it is??

Thankfully, I tried around a bit and found that if you turn the upper part of the tail around, the sitting situation improves (I was inspired by their seahorse tail, where you also turn around pieces according to what pose you want. But unlike the seahorse, it wasn't made/planned by them to work like this and only does because the rigged edge of the upper joint just snaps into the right places).

Still gaps a bit at the back, but well. (Supporting her with one arm, just because FL resin is super slippery. After suede, she sits fine)

She can kneel and stand though. Though the latter needs some balancing skills and the red tail needs suede to make it happen, because the fin just gives in otherwise...

So, not off to a great start.

Then, a few days ago, I got my body in the mail from the split host (it was bought on layaway, so it took a bit longer). I love it, I was surprised that it had a different mechanism in the hip joint (no cups, the mechanism looks similar to their smaller lines like Littlefee), and it was pretty stable. He moved easily and held his poses nicely, no suede needed.

But then today, I wanted to put him on his tail and... was utterly disappointed.

It seems to me that they prioritised the fit on the girl body, as their girls are usually more popular than the boys, but? Still? It doesn't really make sense to me? =') it was MADE for a MALE doll.

Just to give you an idea. Fit on Girl vs Fit on Boy:

As you can see, he gaps both in the front and back because he is too narrow for the opening, which is pretty obviously fitted for the girl body.

But he also slides back and forth because the bottom of his torso doesn't really meet the ground of the hip joint. Because he is too wide as well, to really fit into the hole! =/

And when I looked at their pictures of the tail again... well, on ONE picture you could actually see a bit of a gap.

So, needless to say, I'm quite bummed about this. I will try not to let this ruin my mood and the love I have for Juri23, because man, that face is so adorable. I will try to boil the tail joint and make it fit to the body. I know that some people have done similar things with the seahorse tail, but I really shouldn't have to do that on a doll this pricey.

(My Gem of Doll merman has a similar problem, though not as severely, and in his case it's kinda understandable since the tail was made for their girl body. And, again, that doll was about half the price)

If you read all of this, well, have a cookie 🍪

I'm not here for general FL bashing, btw, I'm still cranky about a recast supporter "justifying" buying them because "FL quality is shit anyway", so spare me with that. I'm very happy with all my other dolls, but this one is not something that slipped through quality control, this is just... not okay.

[aemonds-wifey]

Summary: You went to spend the afternoon with the enigmatic Tom Bennett

It was warm and for the first time it felt like a proper summers day. After your shower you stood by your bed looking at your open suitcase , deciding what to wear today. You picked up your

Dark blue flare dotted dress, to accompany it you decided on a light mustard cardigan and your blue shoes to match. Once had fixed your long auburn hair into a braided crown you applied light make up. You puckered your now ruby lips before the mirror to even distribute your lipstick, your green eyes highlighted from the eyeliner you used .

You walked down the stairs and just before you got to the door , as your hand reached the handle you froze - what were you doing? You hardly knew this man, a stranger and yet you were ashamed to be dressed as if you were expecting George. Your thoughts were broken by Norman appearing from the kitchen “Hello love. Off to the library again?”

You nodded “Yeah just going to stretch my legs…see if I can get anything good to read…do you need anything whilst I am out?” You asked

Normal smiled as he sat by the table “ah bless you no, I’m good. I’m going to see a couple of friends so I might be late.”

You picked up the spare key from the table “I’ll take this just in case…” you reached for your bag which rested on the back of the chair opposite Norman.

Normal picked up his newspaper “You written to your mum and dad yet?”

As you placed the key in your bag you cleared your throat “Not yet…I’ve got some change I might give them a ring. Besides they will be busy.” You said putting the bag strap over your arm.

“True true…well keep safe and I’ll see you later! I hope you find a good book.”

You smiled “Thanks Norm. See you soon!”

And with that you stepped out the door, closing it firmly you looked at it for a second , the temptation to go back in and tell Norman that you weren’t really going to the library was so tempting….but the secrecy of meeting up with Tom was all to exciting. You turned and walked in the direction of the square.

When you found your way

To the square, but with every step that took you closer you indistinctly slowed down. You had butterflies and it baffled you. Tom was a stranger and yet here you were , approaching the library steps and you saw him.

He was stood leaning against the wall that sat by the stairs, hands in his pockets looking around. He wore the same dark blue jacket he had the night before, a white t shirt on and tan trousers and dark brown boots to match. His hair was slightly ruffled with the wind blowing on it. You took a moment , your hands behind your back and you approached him

“Hello.” You said softly

He turned his head to you, a smile grew which was so beautiful it reignited the butterflies

“Alright love.” He said standing up straight.

He looked you up and down and didn’t say a word, he just smiled and brushed your forearm so carefully “You recovered from last night?”

You nodded “I have…I’m glad I did not see him again and even more glad I bumped into you…you know how to take care of yourself.” You said

He shrugged “Can’t do much else round here.”

“That can’t be true…”

You said

He laughed lightly , looking round “So…what do you wanna do?” He asked

You raised an eyebrow “You mean you have no plan?”

“Na…thought I’d wing it.” He chuckled

“Well what would you suggest…I do not know Manchester…”

“This way.” He smiles as he indicates with a nod to walk off in the direction to where you see the top of trees behind a block of shops.

“Shopping?” You asked as you followed hun crossing the road

He snorted “No way…thought we could walk around Platt Fields Park …too nice to be stuck inside or stood on a corner selling peace pledge papers.”

As you entered the park you looked at him “I haven’t got to that stage yet…besides there was may not be a war to even try and stop.”

He nodded as he put his hands in his pockets, “So is London home? Your definitely not from round here ..” he asked

“Oxford.” You smiled as you both approached the huge pond. He nodded and looked at his feet briefly before looking out around “And you what fancied a holiday so you came here?” He teased

“No I ..just visiting my uncle for a few weeks…” y answered.

“What bout your mum and dad? “ he asked

You looked at him with a quizzical smile “You ask a lot of questions don’t you.”

He smiled “is it such a bad thing? ”

You fought against every urge to blush as you told him about your home life, what you liked to do in your spare time , your pro-war parents, that you worked in the bodleian library. Before you knew it you realized you had been talking for hours , and you knew nothing about him.

“Can’t stay away from those books eh…”

“And you Tom? What do you get up to round here?”

He playfully nudged you with his elbow “Now who is asking all the questions …”

You both laughed as you kept walking around the pound and into different parts of the park. It was so big x

“I don’t go to much apart from trouble .” He said looking down for a moment

“You mean you don’t spend your nights rescuing girls from drunks ?”

His eyes Mets yours , something was on the tip of his tongue when your eyes connected , he bit his lip ever so briefly and you lost yourself in his gaze . He broke it and looked forward “Na…don’t make a habit of it love.”

“You got a big family here?” You asked

He shook his head “Just me sister and me dad …mum passed when I was younger .”

“Oh Tom I’m so sorry…that must have been hard.” You said softly.

He shrugged “I was only a lad I don’t really recall it….”

“You close with your sister ?” You asked after a moment .

He nodded “Aye. Lois is great. Keeps me and me dad in check like.”

You chuckled “That must be nice.”

He frowned looking at you “What you not close to your parents?”

You shook your head “Not really …”

A moment of silence was agonizing , the crunching sound of the gravel you walked on amplified just how quiet it was. Your thoughts raced to think of another question but he beat you to it…and it was a question you were dreading

“No one back home waiting for you? Pretty girl like you just have a fella ?” He asked

Your stomach nodded, in a split second you had to be honest or lie

You only nodded “I have…someone waiting but I only just met him…”

He did so well to mask his disappointment by smiling with a teasing tone to his voice “How long?”

“Just a month..” you answered “He studies at the University.”

“Posh lad eh.” Tom said.

You could not even get annoyed at his teasing , the way he spoke and smiled at you just gave you more butterflies .

“He’s not posh…just…I dunno worldly and sensitive…” you said . In that brief moment you realized there was something missing about George, you liked him sure and before you left Oxford you had already pictured your lives together , but now that was becoming fractured.

“Has he written or called ya ?” Tom pointed out.

“No…but I wrote him yesterday so hopefully soon. Maybe when he goes to Devon to relax with his parents he might…” Your tone was painfully enthusiastic despite your best efforts

Tom tutted a little “If you were my bird I wouldn’t have let you go.”

“Is that so?” You smirked a little.

He nodded “Course . Could meet anybody up here- or he could meet someone down in Devon.”

You stopped in your tracks and shot him a rather scared look “What?”

“I’m joking!” He said laughing “Posh boy got a name?”

You playfully pushed him “George.”

He only nodded “And what does George study at the university like?”

The way he amusingly emphasized George’s name in a posh accent made you giggle a little

“Philosophy…he wants to be a professor.” You explained “He rows too for the university club, plays rugby too…”

“posh boy by the sound of jt.” tom said playfully

“He’s not posh he’s just…he” you stopped and looked at Tom “I don’t know.”

“Gonna spend the summer with him I take it? Go strolling round Oxford and what not.” He teased

“Something like that but…I came up here and he’s ..busy.”

Tom looked at you with a genuine look “More busy than writing to you?”

You shrugged, looking around begging for a distraction.

“Do you like Ice Cream Tom?” You asked spying a man selling them in a vender by the park archway

“Of course . Who doesn’t like Ice Cream?” He said

You paused and met his gaze as you both approached the vender, you both giggled like disobedient school children

“Oh Posh boy doesn’t like ice cream?!” Tom mocked

“Guess it’s not for everyone …what are you having?” You asked as you browsed the flavours

“I’ll have chocolate and you’re not paying.” Tom said

“I am. I owe you for your rescue.” You pointed out.

“Na love. You don’t owe me for that!” He protested

You looked at the man selling the ice cream “Hi can I get one scoop of chocolate and I’ll have one scoop of the cinder toffee please .”

Tom began to look in his pockets for any scraps of change but you beat him to it and paid the man.

“Thank you.” You said as the man handed you your ice creams, you handed the chocolate one to Tom. He had a stern yet roguish smile “Should have let me get these.”

“Nonsense.” You said smiling , tasting the crispy sweet cinder toffee chunks .

He smiled “Stubborn aren’t ya. College boy has his work cut out with you Y/N.” He licked the scoop of chocolate ices cream and for a moment you could only watch , it was hypnotic

“Is it..good?” You asked

He nodded “Pretty good. Wanna taste?”

You gulped qquietly , he offered the cone and you leant forward to lick it he dipped it forward and you felt the cool cold ice cream hit your nose “Ahhh! Tom!!!” You laughed as he laughed

“Suits you” he snickered .

You wiped it from your nose “You are hilarious.”

“Missed a bit .” He licked the edge of his thumb and wiped the top of your nose.

You didn’t move when he touched it. He licked the ice cream from the cone and you resumed eating yours Hoping the creamy coolness would mask your flushing cheeks.

“It’s pretty good.” You said as you quickly finished the delicious ice cream.

“So what else are you gonna do whilst you’re up here? “ he asked as he started to eat the tan wafer cone.

You finished your scoop and took a bite from your own cone, as tou swallowed the sugared goodness you looked at him “I really do not know…”

He smiled as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand “Alright what did you planned with Posh boy?”

You suddenly drew a blank, the way Tom quickly licked his lips to scoop any remaining drops of ice cream had your legs feel wobbly, you felt a twinge in between your legs you never experienced.

“Walks in the parks, maybe the cinema and perhaps dancing or something.” You remembered after finishing your cone. You took your napkin and dabbed at the spots of ice cream on your chin, doing your best not to ruin your lipstick.

“So you’ve already done one of those things…walked round the park…how about next week we go to the cinema?” He asked

Every nerve that ran through your head told you to remember you had George to think of, but your heart leapt ahead and answered his question “Yeah…I’d like that.”

With his smile that curved on his chin so perfectly you both continued to walk “I’ll let you pick the film…” you said

“Good. And I’ll pay for it.” He said putting his hands in his coat pocket fidgeting around for something , he produced a lighter and checked the pocket on his trousers and found a small

Box of cigarettes . You watched him with utter fascination, you never tried smoking and your parents always said it was a bad habit but when you watched Tom wet the end of the cigarette with the edge of his lips and light it , it stirred something in you. As he blew the first puff of smoke the light at the end flowed like an ember . You unconsciously bit your bottom lip and he caught you looking, but he just laughed and held the cigarette between his fingers “Do you smoke love?”

You shook your head “No I ..I don’t .” You answered.

“Suppose posh lad doesn’t either .” He said taking another drag.

“I actually do not know if he does…” you felt slight humiliation at admitting that, and as you and Tom exchanged a look for a brief moment you realized you knew lord about this Man Tom Bennett than you did of George.

🌛

Tom walked you home, and you both agreed that you would go to the cinema on Wedsnday. Two whole days away. Thr afternoon you had spent in the park with Tom had flown by like a dream. When he said goodnight to you at the door you did not want to say goodbye…

You couldn’t sleep, the smell of nicotine lingered on your clothes and you inhaled your dress and the sleeves of your cardigan as you laid on top of your bed. He was in your thoughts, this man you met only yesterday was keeping your brain electrified with questions and musings, yet within your heart you knew you should have been feeling this giddy about George…but you could not shake off the conversations you had with Tom. Two days was too long to wait.

Chapter 4

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*unhinged screaming* your follower event, omgomgomgomg!!! Okay, now that I've gotten my excitement out of the way, do you think I could put in a request for Sabo (one piece)? I'm a F! With short brown hair, brown eyes and lightly tan skin. A little chubby and about a head shorter than Sabo. (Actually, I'm about Koala's height). I'm generally optimistic and nice, though I don't put up with people's bs. I'm caring and enjoy having a good time within reason (though I don't like *real* alcohol) and would like to wear lolita clothing. If Sabo and I could get a.... chocolate milkshake with caramel syrup and cherries, add shots of white Russian (cream pie), Jell-O shot, Jager bomb, pink schnapps, black jack, afterburner, brain hemorrhage, and motor oil for me. (Just in case, I'd like to be the sub being edged, restrained, lightly choked, overstimulated and marked.) Yes I know it's a lot, I'm sorry. If you can, thank you! And congratulations!!!!

Welp! Order up! Hope you like it~!

This is an order for my 500+ follower event "Date Shake"! It's running through my ask box until 9/19/23, please refer to this post for context!

Warnings: edging, marking, unprotected sex/creampie, rough sex, choking, and overstimulation.

Word count: 2,899

They looked so good together.

That’s the one thing Sabo heard endlessly whenever he went out with Astra. And he never got tired of hearing it, though it flustered his friend to no end. They were right and they should say it, honestly. It wasn’t just a matter of style and looks.

Though Sabo’s tendency towards posh button ups from his affluent childhood certainly paired well with the sweet lace dresses and blouses Astra so favored. Bows and ribbons adorned her short, soft brown hair that he put in himself every morning upon request. And she always requested. Complaining that he made it look so effortless to weave the fabric into her locks when all he needs to do is tousle his hair a bit.

Their relationship went deeper than ribbons and ribbing, though. All the way back to kindergarten, in fact. When Sabo saw a pretty little girl struggling to buckle her polished shoes and insisted he help her. Dark brown eyes wide with appreciation as she smiled and… well, that was that. He was her staunch friend from that moment onward.

Far past the point of failure most childhood friends fall out during. Sweet and easy summer days all the way to harsh, bitter winters. They alone remained, though never truly alone. And Sabo appreciated it more than he could ever bear to admit. His brothers rambunctious and wild while Astra was just so… sweet and sincere.

He was especially fond of today’s ensemble. Unwittingly matching, they strolled through a new addition to the local art gallery. Rich blue lace ribbon tied around her hair and dress collar. The darker blue fabric of her dress swaying around her knees with every click of her heels, sleeves brushing her wrists in lace trim. Sabo wore his favorite blue silk shirt that nearly matched her dress and couldn’t help but wonder if it was on purpose.

Sabo had known for a while that he was quite attached to Astra. Hard to deny when he had to restrain himself from taking up every moment of her time and sneering at the idiots who tried to get her number. He had two brothers—he knew the feeling of being protective. But this was… a fair bit beyond that. Sabo certainly never felt this way when his brothers dressed up—although it would be a miracle if Dadan managed to ever make Ace wear a shirt again after the incident with Newgate.

He was getting off track. Luckily, Astra didn’t notice as she admired an old oil painting of the sea. It was quite bewitching to gaze into the painted depths but Sabo found his eyes slipping elsewhere, regardless of the artwork quality. In the carefully curated light of the gallery, Astra was pretty enough to frame on the wall. Soft, warm skin bright against the jewel blue fabric. A study in life and color Sabo found difficult to look away from.

But he simply must!

Huffing to himself, Sabo looked back at the artwork with a soft smile.

Current troubles aside, he was glad Astra was enjoying the exhibit. Shame it was nearly over. The exit mere feet away and three paintings left to admire. It was probably for the best, though. Sabo had gotten distracted enough thinking about pinning her to one of the artworks to see if she would outshine a masterwork of the ages under his hands. More likely to end in an indecency charge of some kind thinking like that.

And he did not want to have that conversation with Gramps.

Sabo sighed, walking close to Astra as they left the art gallery. She paused, steady rhythm of her heels on pavement interrupted with a questioning glance.

“Did you not like the art, Bo?” Astra asked softly with a worried frown. “You look kinda pissed.” She noted. Sabo smiled back down at her and shrugged.

“Oh, no it was good! A nice way to spend a night out. But it still feels too early to call it quits.” Sabo pulled the excuse from his ass, not wanting to admit where his mind was going. He’d long since put his hands in his pockets to refrain from teasing her skirt to feel the soft line of her thighs under ruffles and lace. It felt like a crime to know the socks she was wearing actually went up to her thighs and wasn’t actually stockings.

He should know. He bought them for her birthday.

“You’re right!” Astra laughed, looking up past the peaks of the sky scrappers where the clear sky was still a soft purple from the setting sun. “Way too early to stop here. How about… we have dinner at my place? Pizza maybe?” Sabo snorted.

“What, don’t want to cook?” Sabo teased.

“Nope! And just for the sass, you can pay.” Astra sniffed, much to Sabo’s amusement.

Sabo hadn’t let her pay for a single outing since the third grade when she bought him a very disfigured character ice cream… of what was maybe a dog? Certainly didn’t look like it by the time he got it. Still, point remains standing that she wasn’t going to pay even if he didn’t have ‘sass’.

“Alright, fine.” Sabo sighed dramatically, reaching out to gently pull her closer to him as they passed by another couple going the opposite way. “Pizza it is!”

Sabo dropped the box onto the coffee table and plopped down on the overly stuffed couch cushion. Astra kicking off her shoes in the entryway.

This was their normal Saturday night. They’d go out somewhere, get food, come back to one of their homes, watch a movie, and leave.

But… Sabo didn’t want to do that tonight. He wanted to stay. The restless heat in his chest reaching a fever pitch as he watched her grab two sodas from the fridge. Bending over in the process as the dress flared around her knees. Excess fabric draping over her ass and hips. Not enough to see everything, but enough to remind him of how easy it would be to look. Really, actually see her.

Not startled glances when someone forgot to knock or the polite once-over when they went swimming in the summer. His hands twitched and he grit his teeth, attempting to release the tension.

But the tension remained in his shoulders anyway the entire time they ate. Every movie scene barely glossed over as Sabo found his eyes drawn to Astra tucked under his arm. Dress skirt pooling out and obscuring her legs.

All it would take is to drop his arm and sweep it up her folded legs. She’d probably be a bit cold but he wouldn’t let her freeze for long.

“You feel like a rock, Sabo. What’s got you so tense?” Astra asked during what sounded like an action scene. “We’ve seen this before. You know they don’t die in this battle.” She pointed out with an amused glance.

Sabo smiled back, a little pained at losing track of his thoughts so quickly.

Clearly, this wasn’t something he could just pretend to not feel.

Just like a band aid.

“We’re friends. Right?” Sabo asked, causing Astra to sit up in alarm and look at him with concern.

“Sabo? What’s wrong?!” She asked with wide eyes, glancing around as though the answer was on her shelves. And in a way, it kind of was. Countless pictures of them growing up together lined the walls, collecting dust. And over time, more and more photos caught him gazing fondly down at her. “Of course we are!”

“What if I want more than that? Would you want the same thing?” Sabo spilled, too late to turn back now. No amount of covering his ass would explain away the strangeness of his original question.

“…More? Like what? Sabo, you’re freaking me out.” Astra commented nervously.

Sabo moved, turning towards her and cupping her cheek. Slowly, painfully slowly, Sabo leaned in close. Watching her eyes widen as thoughts raced through her head. Realization, doubt, and confirmation clear in her brown eyes as he got closer.

Sabo’s lips quirked up as he noted she wasn’t stopping him despite the glacial pace he was setting. In fact, she gasped, tipping her chin up and meeting his lips in a soft brush.

That faint slide of her lips across his set his heart alight.

“Like this.” Sabo whispered, pressing hard against her lips in a deep kiss. His hand curling back to support her head as she fell backwards slowly. A low moan tickling his skin as he lapped at her bottom lip. Sucking it between his teeth to nip as she gasped. The moment capitalized on by his tongue sliding across her own.

Astra was laying down beneath him, battle cries fading in the background as Sabo finally rested his hand over her knee and slipped under her skirt. Following the soft fabric until it dipped into her thick thighs. Palm and fingers hot as he stroked the hidden treat, slipping under the hem to snap the band. She moaned, panting as he pulled away to look at her.

Seeing her wide, flustered look as he pressed his fingertips to her damp panties. Mouth falling open with a moan as he rubbed her slick across her clit. Circling the bud slowly as he kissed her neck. Biting and marking the pale column of her throat as she began to squirm, hands fisting his shirt with building shudders. He listened as her breath quickened, heart thundering as he nosed the collar of her dress away from her shoulders to make room for his teeth.

He bit down hard and she keened, the sound curling into a cry as Sabo pulled away his hand before she could truly peak.

Flushed and wanting, Astra swallowed hard and glared at him.

“O-Oi!” Astra whined.

“Answer the question.” Sabo commanded bluntly, smirking as she blinked in confusion. “Tell me you want this.”

“I-I do.” Astra admitted breathlessly. Sabo immediately shot up, slinging her over his shoulder as he stalked to her room. Tossing her onto the bed and closing the door before she could even sit up. Sabo grinned over his shoulder.

“Trust me?” he purred, drinking in the excitement on her face.

“Yes.”

Sabo turned, unbuttoning his shirt before tossing it on the floor alongside his undershirt. Confident steps carrying him to the edge of her bed as he grabbed her legs and pulled her further down. She reached back, probably to deal with her dress, but Sabo stopped her with a soft click of his tongue.

“Oh no, let me. I’ve been dying to take this dress off all day~” Sabo hummed, delicately pushing up her dress until her thighs and wet panties were exposed. He pushed open her legs and kneeled for a closer look. Teasingly blowing across the wet fabric. He hooked his fingers into the white lace trim and slowly pulled them down her thighs, pocketing them once they slipped past her feet. “What a pretty cunt for a pretty lady.” He sighed, biting her thigh hard as he watched her clench on nothing.

He sucked on the soft skin, digging in his teeth just shy of drawing blood as his cock ached.

Suddenly, his hair was pulled. Hard.

“Sabo! S-Stop teasing me when I need you!” Astra growled.

Sabo let go of her thigh and grinned, pressing his bared teeth into the darkened mark on her soft skin. He nearly snapped his teeth into a fresh spot as punishment.

But he had a much better idea.

“Alright, alright! I’ll get to it, already.” Sabo acquiesced, moving quickly before she grew suspicious of his sudden change of tone. He sat up and kissed her lips, bracing himself over her as he tugged her hands up into his. Pulling them together before reaching into his pocket.

He tied up her hands in the lacy panties with a grin, flipping her over to reach the buttons up the back of her dress.

“Hey! You can’t take off my dress with my hands tied—did you use my panties?!” Astra huffed as he flicked open the back with practiced hands. Grabbing her skirt and shoving it up her body, laughing as he forced the fabric over her head where it bunched around her hands.

Astra panted, looking over her shoulder in confusion as Sabo leaned down and kissed her again, drinking in her slow submission as she relaxed beneath him. His hands fondling her curves greedily. Twisting and pulling her soft breasts as she sighed.

“S-Sabo~ You’re still teasing me!” Astra whined, ass grinding into his cock.

Huffing, Sabo reached down to his pants, loosening them just enough to free himself as he bit down into her shoulder. The tip of his cock slipping against her wet cunt in a slow grind.

“You keep trying to rush me, baby. You should quit while your ahead~” Sabo warned, gripping her waist as he kept grinding against her pussy. Her breathing picked up when his free hand slipped down her soft belly to pinch her clit. Toying with her roughly as he kept his rhythm. “That’s it. No more talking~” Sabo cooed, still teasing her body.

Her thighs trembled, squeezing his cock as she dripped over him freely. Closer and closer to the edge as he considered if it would be more satisfying to eat her out bent over until she screamed or—

“Sabo~! A-Aaahhn! O-Oh! Oh fuck, s’bo! Sabo!” Astra moaned, shaking as her cute pussy dripped down her thighs, clit pulsing beneath his fingers.

Sabo hissed, removing his hand from her clit and gripping her throat. Pinning her between his hand and chest against the bed. Almost burying her face into the pool of lacy fabric.

“Shut! Up!” Sabo slammed into the hilt, feeling her breathless scream against his palm as he squeezed. She was so fucking tight, he nearly couldn’t make it. Her cunt clenching as he pulled out just to slam back in. “Just take what I give you!”

Sabo pulled her under him further, tilting up her hips to his heavy thrusts as he railed into her cunt. Balls slapping with a wet thud against her pussy as she quivered around him. Strained moans slipping free despite his grip on her throat that only grew more desperate when he squeezed harder.

“You like that, huh? You like finally being fucked? Finally shut you up, didn’t I?” Sabo hissed, driving her into the bed hard enough to rattle the frame with a steady beat.

“A-Ah! Aaaahhhhh!” Astra keened, pussy clenching down. Sabo slammed in as deep as he could go and stayed there, laughing as she whined. Her high dying down slowly as he eased up on her throat. Desperate gasps audible, though muffled in the fabric of her dress. “S-Saaaa~! Oooooooooh!”

Sabo pulled out and started back up again.

Then stopping before she could cum and waiting until she cried out.

Pushing her closer each time with a smile and a sweet kiss despite the growing bruises on her throat.

He did this six times until she was crying, desperately rocking her hips back to try and ride his cock.

“Are you ready to be good, baby?” Sabo asked sweetly, squeezing her throat to cut off a whine as he pulled out of her drenched pussy. After a moment, he eased up.

“Y-Yes! Please! Sabo~oooooooooh~!” Sabo pulled her up against his chest by her throat, slipping his cock back into her hot cunt.

Sabo bounced her on his cock hard and fast. Lips smearing over her cheek as he sought her lips. Despite desperately panting for what little air she was allowed, she kissed him eagerly. Tongues tangling as she started to shake. The sound of her dripping cunt sucking in his cock mixing with the headboard slamming into the wall and the mattress squeaking. Her own moans nothing but pathetic pants around his tongue.

She came with a cry, drenching their thighs as she squirted around his cock still drilling into her. Legs shaking hard as he kept going, her face turning colors as she came again.

“A-Ah-bo~!” Astra swallowed hard when finally let her breath, panting hard as she shook, tears streaming down her face. The coil in his balls snapped, his hips slamming against her ass as he filled her cunt.

The excess dripped down her thighs as he panted, letting go of her throat to pet her hair, kissing her cheeks softly.

When they both calmed down a little, Sabo rubbed his hand up her spine, slotting his palm over the back of her neck.

Slamming her down into the bed with her ass raised. She yelped as he started fucking her again, shaking violently as another orgasm rapidly approached.

“Oh, pretty baby, I’m not through with you yet~” Sabo cooed, leaning back to admire how her socks were now stained with cum and slowly sliding down her thighs. “You wanted me to stop teasing you, didn’t you?” Sabo laughed, palming her ass to admire the thick white ring around his cock that grew with every thrust.

She cried out into her dress, creaming on his cock again. But it wasn’t enough.

“A-Ahhhn~ ‘bo! Bo-oh~!”

It wouldn’t be until she lost her voice and her pretty dress was ruined for good. A shame, but he’d just buy her another one to ruin all over again later.