#Pink Batts

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However, before you proceed, it is important to understand what to expect during the installation process and the benefits that come with it. This guide will provide a comprehensive overview of installing pink batts in Adelaide.

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all right ipad purchased. excited to see how to drawing experience compares to my surface

[pepperf]

Because this is weirding me out:

A poll!

'Battenburg' is fun to say AND to eat and Mr Kipling can meet me at dawn.

[imalayla]

6 rows of housemeat completed!

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Enhance Your Home's Comfort with Pink Batts Ceiling Insulation and Fletcher Sisalation

When it comes to home insulation, making the right choices can significantly impact your comfort and energy efficiency. At Home Insulation, we believe that understanding the benefits of high-quality insulation materials is key to creating a cozy and sustainable living space. Today, we’ll explore two exceptional products: Pink Batts ceiling insulation and Fletcher Sisalation.

What is Pink Batts Ceiling Insulation?

Pink Batts ceiling insulation is a popular choice for homeowners looking to improve their home's thermal performance. Made from high-quality glass wool, Pink Batts is designed to trap air, preventing heat loss during winter and keeping your home cool in the summer. Here are some of the key benefits:

Energy Efficiency: By effectively insulating your ceilings, Pink Batts helps maintain a stable indoor temperature, reducing the need for excessive heating and cooling. This not only lowers your energy bills but also reduces your carbon footprint.

Noise Reduction: In addition to thermal insulation, Pink Batts also offers excellent sound absorption properties. This means less noise from outside and between rooms, creating a more peaceful home environment.

Easy Installation: Pink Batts is lightweight and easy to handle, making the installation process quicker and more efficient. Whether you’re a DIY enthusiast or hiring professionals, you’ll appreciate the ease of working with this product.

Fire Resistance: Safety is a priority in any home. Pink Batts is non-combustible, providing an extra layer of fire safety in your ceiling spaces.

What is Fletcher Sisalation?

Fletcher Sisalation is a reflective insulation product that works hand-in-hand with Pink Batts to enhance your home’s thermal performance. It’s often used in roofs and walls, offering a range of benefits:

Reflective Technology: Fletcher Sisalation features a reflective foil layer that reflects radiant heat away from your home. This is particularly beneficial in warmer months, as it helps keep your indoor spaces cool.

Moisture Control: The product is designed to act as a vapor barrier, preventing moisture buildup and reducing the risk of mold and mildew. This is essential for maintaining a healthy indoor environment.

Versatility: Fletcher Sisalation can be used in various applications, including under roofs, in walls, and even in floors. This versatility makes it a valuable addition to any insulation project.

Enhanced Comfort: By combining the reflective properties of Fletcher Sisalation with the thermal performance of Pink Batts, homeowners can achieve optimal comfort year-round.

Why Choose Home Insulation?

At Home Insulation, we are committed to providing our customers with the highest quality insulation solutions. Our team of experts is here to help you select the right products for your specific needs, ensuring that your home is energy-efficient, comfortable, and safe.

We pride ourselves on offering professional installation services, ensuring that your insulation is installed correctly and effectively. Plus, we’re always ready to answer any questions you may have about insulation materials, energy efficiency, and home comfort.

Conclusion

Investing in high-quality insulation is one of the best ways to improve your home's comfort and energy efficiency. With Pink Batts ceiling insulation and Fletcher Sisalation, you can enjoy a cozy home environment while saving on energy costs. Contact Home Insulation today to learn more about our insulation solutions and how we can help you create the perfect living space.

Your home deserves the best, and with the right insulation, you can achieve just that!

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Needy Girl - Rafe Cameron One Shot

+18 Minor DNI

Rafe x NeedyGirlfriend!Reader

⭐️ republished ⭐️

+18 Minor DNI

🪄 smut, language, name calling, fingering, unprotected p in v, pet names, choking, squirting, overstimulation, breeding kink, praise kink

📖 based off an ask: Needy/sunshine reader hears her boyfriend’s friends complaining about her being needy/clingy. He doesn’t deny it. Reader ignores him until they get home.

✨ Rafe’s eyes roll in irritation, a deep laugh rumbling in his chest. “And, you’re gonna leave me alone? You’re not gonna be up my ass? You’re needy as fuck. You think you could manage even an hour without me? Really? Please. You’d probably fuckin’ die without my attention.” ✨

2.5 K

Reader’s POV:

“Hi, Mr. Lewiston,” you sing, giving a little finger wave as his golf cart rolls up.

“Where’s Rafe, sunshine?” He smiles, tobacco smoke pouring from his lips as his cart wads to a stop.

“Clubhouse. He’s been in there forever, though.” you sigh as you look up at the pro shop, your boyfriend, nowhere to be found.

“Want me to holler at him, darlin’? No reason a sweet thing like you should ever be alone.”

Your disappointment must be painted across your face. What is he doing?

It’s been like ten minutes. How hard could it be to get a few beers?

“Thank you, Mr. Lewiston, but I think I’ll just check on him myself.”

You step out of the cart, adjusting your little golf skirt on your hips, ponytail bouncing as you walk toward the lodge.

You bite your lip, butterflies filling your stomach as you see Rafe walk by the open door, a broad smile on his lips. He falls out of sight a moment later. You can hear some laughter coming from inside as well. Topper? Kelce? Why wouldn’t he call me if our friends were here?

You foot toward the door, stopping in your tracks as you hear your name on Topper’s lips, jumbled in a mess of incoherent gossip.

“She’s hot as fuck; but, she’s gotta be suffocating you, dude,” Kelce adds through a snicker. “Suprised she’s not in the clubhouse right now. How is she managing without her Rafey Baby?“ Sure, they’re teasing Rafe, but you can tell they mean every word.

You peek around the door, watching Rafe roll his eyes and smile in silent agreement.

“Tell me that pussy’s worth it.” Topper adds. “It’s gotta be worth it, Cameron.”

“Course it’s worth it,” he mumbles. You can hear the exhaustion in his tone.

‘It’s’? He couldn’t even say ‘she’s’.

Why isn’t he defending me?

“We’re going out for drinks and cigars tonight… You in? Or, is your old ball and chain not gonna let you out of her sight?” Topper bullies.

“M’goin” Alright?“ He sighs. “I’m sure that’ll be a fun conversation,” he mumbles before taking a swig of beer. “Sure your girlfriends don’t wanna come? You could save me the hassle.”

No.

Your heart breaks, tears building in your eyes as you hear the words uttered so easily by Rafe like he does it often. Rafe’s eyes flick to the door. You watch as his jaw coils, unsure if you heard or not.

You batt your lashes as you wander past the door, heading toward the bathroom. “Hey, guys,” you push the words through your quivering lips, a fake smile stretched across your glossy pout. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you mouth to Rafe.

“Sounds good, baby,” Rafe smiles, giving you a little nod, biting his lip slightly.

Tears leak from your eyes as you amble down the hall toward the locker room. You quickly brush them away, running your hands along your pink polo.

You walk into the bathroom, slamming the lock shut as your tears wet your cheeks. You look up to the ceiling, fighting further emotion, kicking yourself for getting so upset.

I’m so fucking embarrassed. I thought that he wanted to hang out with me, too. Thought that his friends liked me… I can’t help that I want to hang out with him. He’s my boyfriend… He should feel the same way as me. Right?

You feel your anger start to build inside you, replacing your usually sunny disposition. Thank God he’ll get to go out tonight. Get to hang out with the boys without me. Maybe he’ll get to finally breathe.

Your hand trembles as you blot the tears from your eyes, taking a few deep breaths, freshening up for him.

Smile. Act normal. Stop being so fucking needy. You scold yourself as you step toward the door, tugging it open.

“Princess? What were you doin’ in there?” You jump slightly, instantly met with Rafe. He cocks his head, eyes narrowing on yours. “You okay?”

“Course, Rafey. Just got something in my eye.“

The Camerons’ House…

“So, you gonna talk to me or what?” Rafe snips as you pull into his driveway. You huff out a little breath, turning your attention in the other direction entirely. “Are you fuckin’ pouting right now?” He raises his voice, shifting in his seat to get a little closer.

You continue to ignore him, crossing your arms across your chest, biting your cheek to hold back yet another round of tears as his truck rolls to a stop. You grab the door handle, jarring it open as Rafe barks out your name.

“Leave me alone, Rafe,” you pout, stepping out of his truck.

“Excuse me?”

Your heart starts to race as Rafe jumps out of his truck, slamming the door, making your whole body tense up. You don’t wait for him, continuing toward the Camerons’ home.

“No. No fucking way!” He booms, matching your gait quickly. His strong hand reaches out, nabbing your arm with a bruising grip. Rafe spins you around, gripping your chin between his fingers, forcing your gaze.

“Think you just told me to leave you alone. That right?”

“Yeah”. You whimper.

Rafe’s eyes roll in irritation, a deep laugh rumbling in his chest. “And, you’re gonna leave me alone? You’re not gonna be up my ass? You’re needy as fuck. You think you could manage even an hour without me? Really? Please. You’d probably fuckin’ die without my attention.”

You swallow thickly, clearing the lump in your throat, your tears rolling over Rafe’s grip.

“Leave me alone, Rafe,” you sniffle.

“Mmm… Mhmm. Whatever you say, Princess,” he chuckles in annoyance, giving you a condescending pat on your cheek. He leaves you behind, striding toward the house. “See ya in five minutes, baby girl. I’m sure you can last that long,” he taunts. “I believe in you, sweetheart.”

You wait until the door swings to a close before you start your walk toward the door. I just need to keep myself busy…

You blow past Rafe, walking toward his room. I’ll show him who needs who. You strip off your clothes, letting your skirt fall off your frame, landing in a puddle at your feet.

Rafe walks into his room as well, strolling toward the closet next to you, looking at you with a smirk on his lips as you try your best to resist the urge to look in his direction.

Let’s see if he can resist me now. I know he can’t. You tug your sports bra over your body, letting your breasts bounce free. Rafe expels a breathy laugh, shaking his head. His tongue glides along his bottom lip, ogling your naked body as you press the hangers to the side, picking out a little cropped white tee and flowy mini skirt.

Rafe pulls on his gym shorts, muscles flexing tight, waiting for you to gawk as you always do. You step into the floral number before pulling on your shirt brushing the material flat. No bra. It’s completely intentional, the blush of your hardened nipples visible through the thin fabric, just a tease for him.

“Attention whore,” he mocks under his breath as you walk out the door without acknowledging him, heading toward the kitchen.

You stroll onto the cool marble floor, walking toward the fridge. A snack.. I’ll just get a snack, waste some time while I think of something else to make him cave.

You grab the milk, setting it on the counter, before grabbing a couple of cookies. Rafe wanders into the living room not long after you, grabbing a seat on a bar stool before pulling out his phone; scrolling aimlessly.

Shit.

You look up at the cabinet, your cup on the top shelf. Pausing momentarily: just long enough for Rafe to see why your snack efforts came to a standstill.

“Grab me a cup while you’re at it, Princess,” he chuckles cruelly. Dick. You hike your thigh up on the granite, pulling yourself on the counter.

“Baby st-” Rafe cuts himself off, finding himself falling into your little unplanned trap.

You stand up, grabbing your cup only, making it a point to let the cupboard door clap to a close. You step back, a little too far, way too fucking far. Your heart skips a beat as you wobble.

A wave of relief crashes over you as you feel two hands steadying you, your favorite mug slipping from your fingers a moment later, shattering on the floor below.

Rafe grabs you by your waist, lifting you off the counter; setting you on the floor.

“Get a fuckin’ broom,” he grunts as he gives you a little shove toward the pantry, his boat shoes crunching through the ceramic shards as he walks away.

Hot tears trickle from your eyes, cheeks reddened with embarrassment. You pull out the little hand broom, walking shamefully to your mess, lowering yourself to your knees. You brush the scraps off the floor, trying your best not to sob.

You hear a deep, laborious breath behind you. Rafe reaches for you, pulling you from the floor into his arms. He holds you tightly, lips resting against your head.

“It’s okay, honey. You’re okay. Alright.” he soothes. He kisses your hair, working his way to your cheek. He cups them in his large hands, a very different touch than before. His beautiful blue eyes match yours. You can see the remorse brimming in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Princess.”

Your lip juts out in a pout. “M’sorry I’m so needy, Rafe,” you whimper. “I’m sorry I’m suffocating.”

“You’re not, honey. I mean, you are a little,” he laughs lightly, smiling at you sweetly. “But, I like it, baby. I need it. Alright?” Rafe’s hands roam slowly down your back, cupping your ass in his hands. I don’t want you to change.“

“Just love you so much,” you add: cheeks blushing as you hear how pathetic you sound.

“I love you too, honey. And, I already told ’em I couldn’t go tonight. Said I wanted to stay in. Me… Okay? Didn’t blame it on you.”

“Thank you,” you smile.

“Anything for you, baby,” He leans in, kissing your lips tenderly. “Didn’t know I needed you so much until you started ignoring me. Don’t do that shit again. Understand?” He scolds playfully before kissing your forehead.

“I understand.“ you whisper.

“Now, co’mere,” he mumbles, lifting you into his arms; walking you toward the counter. “Don’t move. It’s not safe.” Rafe snags the brush off the counter, working to his knees, brushing up your mess.

He tosses the remnants in the trash, shuffling toward you, licking his lips his eyes hungry for you as he eyes your tits, drifting slowly to your eyes.

“You’re so sexy, Princess,” he praises. His hands take a hold of your knees, spreading your thighs wide, stepping in between.

“You… You are so fucking hot, Rafey,” you hail. He moves even closer, one hand knitting into the nape of your hair while the other grips the plush of your hip.

“Topper and Kelce just don’t know a good thing when they see it. Okay?” He assures as his rough fingers trace over the top of your thigh, disappearing between your legs.

“Okay, daddy.”

“Love when you call me daddy,” he hums. You let out a little gasp as he thrusts two fingers into your sticky folds.

You finger the waistband of his gym shorts. He tugs them quickly off his body. “Here?” You giggle dizzily.

“No one’s here. Just you and me,” he assures, drawing your shirt over your head. You grip his thick dick in your hand, rubbing his precum into his swollen tip. “You heard everything. Didn’t you?“

”Mhmm..“

“M’sorry. Shoulda stood up for you. Shoulda kicked Topper’s ass for talkin’ shit in the first place. This pussy is more than worth it. You are more than worth it,” he rasps. “My fuckin’ girl,” he mumbles against your lips. His voice is deep and thick with sex, pumping and scissoring his fingers.

“Need your cock right now,” you beg.

Rafe smiles against your mouth, digits pressing deep inside. He gets to work, quickening the speed of his hands, thrusting his fingers at an insane pace. “Gonna get you with my hand first. Yeah? Think you can wait for my cock, baby girl?”

“Yeah,” you whine, but you can’t help but stare at Rafe’s cock. His fat head throbbing, a slight curve that hits your g-spot just right. You grind against his hand, thinking about him deep inside.

You’re a moaning mess in his arms, crying out in pleasure as your knuckles turn white from your grip on the lip of the counter. ”Gonna cum,“ you moan, your cry of passion music to his ears as he pulls out your orgasm with no intent to stop as he thrusts his thick cock into your drenched pussy.

“S-Shit,” you whimper, mouth hanging open as he circles his hips nice and slow, buried balls deep, letting you adjust to his size. You cling onto his shoulders, nails digging into his tanned skin as he stretches you out.

Rafe lifts you off the counter, taking you into his arms. His eyes fall down your naked frame, taking in your curves. You look down as well, eyeing the place where your bodies connect, Rafe’s thick cock still sheathed deep.

”Love bein’ inside you...“ He moans, forcing himself as deep as possible, making you puff out a breath as you sink lower on his dick.

“I love your cock. S-Shit,” you shudder.

“Show me, sweetheart,” he rasps, drawing out of your cunt, reeling you around before bending you over the counter, thrusting back into your aching core.

“Fuck, Rafe!” You sob, feeling him deep in your guts. You take hold of the counter, his hands steady your hips, clawing into the plush of your ass.

You bounce your ass on his cock; cheeks clapping against his warm skin. Ass recoiling with each slap of his muscular body against yours.

“Mine. Fuck, Rafe. This cock is mine,” you moan out. Feeling him hit depths that make your knees buckle as he chuckles darkly, no doubt a satisfied smile on his lips as he watches you go weak on his dick.

“That’s right, sweetheart. All yours. Gonna breed this perfect pussy.” He mumbles through panting breaths. ”You’re all mine, honey. Not goin’ anywhere.“ His hand clasps your shoulder, the other latched on your hip, pounding into you.

”Don’t stop!“

”Mmm… Cum for me, baby.”

You squeal his name as you gush around his cock, your entire body shaking as he keeps you standing.

“You and me,” he pants, tugging your hair, pulling you close, back pressed against his heaving chest. One hand wraps around your throat, squeezing tightly, while the other arm binds around your waist.

“You and me,” you mewl.

Rafe starts rocking in and out. You can feel every ridge and curve as he gives it to you, slow and deep, making your eyes roll back. “Gonna be drippin’ out of you for days.”

“Rafe, I-” You pant. “I need you closer.”

“I got you, honey.” He grips your hips tightly. You look down at his throbbing dick, the creamy ring of your arousal gathered on his shaft. Rafe loops his bicep under your thigh, plunging his cock back in.

He rolls his hips deliciously slow, finding that perfect angle, making tears fall from your eyes. You’re overstimulated; absolute putty in his arms.

You can’t even form words. All thoughts in your mind shut off, but Rafe, Rafe, Rafe. His smell, his touch, his taste, the way he fucks, the way he looks at you…

“I love you, honey,” he hums.

“Love you – I love you.”

“You’re squeezing me so tight, baby… Think you could cum for me again?” He whispers against your ear, slamming his cock back into your pussy. You let out a cry of pleasure, your cracked sob reverberating through his large home. “Could you, baby?” Rafe does it again as the knot in your stomach starts to twist tighter.

You pinch your eyes shut, nodding frantically as you feel your orgasm within reach, completely cock-drunk.

“That’s my girl. That’s it, baby. Cum for me. Yeah? Cum on my cock,” Rafe moans, setting the perfect pace, hitting your g-spot again and again.

“Cum with me?” You plead, lips parting with his as you watch him fall into bliss as well. Your walls spasm around his cock; waves of your finish crashing down on you again and again as you call out his name. Rafe answers with yours, flooding you with his warmth. You can feel his dick twitching inside you, your body milking every last drop of his release.

Rafe’s forehead falls to your neck in exhaustion. He lets out a deep, satisfied breath before meeting your lips. “Snuggle? That’s what you want. Don’t you?” He mumbles between kisses.

“Yes, Rafey.”

“Me too, Princess.”

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“Alright, I think we’re done here. Are you ready, love?”

Perfect timing. Mario shook out the blanket compressed between his hands with a dramatic flourish. After feeding it a steady supply of heat for a good five minutes straight, the entire room felt a few degrees warmer as its fabric cascaded to the ground.  “One fluffy blankie, floofed up and toasted to perfection!”

Bath Night was, by now, an easy routine: one of them washed and dried, the other swaddled and dressed, simple and efficient and predictable. That didn’t stop Peach from giggling at Mario’s theatrics as if bearing witness to them for the first time, and that certainly didn’t stop Mario’s heart from somersaulting at such a beautiful sound.

And even that didn’t compare to what his heart did as Peach passed a towel one last time over the squirming, fussy infant before her, clicking her tongue and “I know, I know, I know”ing with a gentle smile on her lips. 

He’d been assured the honeymoon phase of new parenthood would quickly fade away, slough from his shoulders at some point between the bi-hourly feedings and the 2AM crying spells. But he felt the same way watching his wife coo and kiss their freshly-bathed little girl as he’d felt seeing that little girl in her mother’s arms for the first time; wrapping the blanket he’d prepared around his daughter and holding her close felt every bit as magical as it felt the night she was born.

Two months in, and still he was waiting. He was beginning to think he’d be waiting forever.

That little girl — Cocoa Emilia Marionetti-Toadstool, Crown Princess of the Mushroom Kingdom, the very embodiment of all that was good and light and right with the world — protested noisily as Mario swaddled her, a task complicated by her tiny but persistent flailing.

“Oh, si gela, si gela! Lo so!” He maneuvered around her movements with only minimal struggle, bobbing and weaving in place in his efforts to keep her still. “Did Mamma not get the water warm enough? Oh, mio poverino ghiacciolo!”

“Mamma ensured the water was at perfect temperature, thank you,” Peach huffed as she wiped down the bathing cradle; she sounded decently affronted, but the reflection Mario caught in the vanity mirror was aglow in playfulness. “It’s not my fault standing water gets cold faster in the winter.”

“And you just let it get cold?” Mario inquired, summoning all the mock-accusation he could into his voice. “Didn’t even try bending the laws of physics for our perfect little princess?”

“We can’t all be sentient hot water bottles!” Peach harrumphed and turned her nose up, a perfect caricature of regal distaste, and Mario bit back a laugh so the noise wouldn’t startle little Cocoa. She was only now beginning to relax. They had already subjected her to enough for one night.

The art of soothing a moody baby was an art that Mario was made specifically for, he’d thought more than once. His body was stout enough to shield his daughter, strong enough to fight for her, yet soft and still enough to rock her to sleep. His heart beat loud and steady within his chest, a rhythmic pulse she sought out and relaxed into each time he held her close. “Lo senti?” he sometimes whispered to her during restless nights. “Questo cuore batte per te.”

Point in case, he cradled her to his sternum once she was secure within her blanket, and despite her fussing and fitfulness, she decided just as quickly that she wasn’t so upset after all. The plush pink fabric enveloping her retained heat well enough, but Mario wasn’t one to take chances; his hands tingled as he called forth his Firebrand, and little Cocoa sighed beneath the additional warmth, nuzzling in closer to her father.

Being a “sentient hot water bottle” always had its perks, but he was more grateful for those powers now than ever.

“Actually,” Peach said a few minutes later, “that’s something I’ve been thinking about.”

Mario hummed to assure her he was listening. The art of soothing came naturally to him, but the art of diapering did not, attentive and nimble-fingered though he was, so he double- and triple-checked the fastenings from all angles as she continued.

“How do you suppose her powers will manifest? Will she be able to summon fire as well, or will her abilities be limited to the ones I possess?”

Content with his handiwork, Mario began the simpler task of buttoning Cocoa into a onesie — footed for extra warmth and pastel pink like ninety percent of her wardrobe — and, as Peach’s words processed in his brain, he wondered.

Bleary sapphire eyes blinked up at him. Poor little Cocoa must have been exhausted. Since her last nap, she’d had a meal, a burping, a bowel movement, a bath, and now a change of clothes. That was a full day’s work for a newborn, and it hadn’t even been two hours. “It’s that Brooklyn work ethic,” Luigi once suggested. “Always putting in overtime. Mamma would’ve been so proud.”

Mario had yet to consider his daughter learning to heal, and to bless, and to levitate, and to summon fire and control it; there was plenty enough happening in the present. He scooped her and her blanket from the changing table once she was dressed and kissed her gently. Yes, for now, she had to focus on growing up big and strong. Then they could worry about magic.

The oddity of Peach’s question struck him as he transferred their child into her arms.

“Hey, hold up — tesoro, you’re making some pretty bold claims there!”

“Hm?” Peach’s eyes flicked to the rocking chair a few steps away, and Mario quickly made himself useful before bothering to elaborate, patting the cushions to ensure maximum comfort and holding the back of the chair steady for her.

“Well, why would she only have your abilities?” he asked as she lowered herself into the seat. “And how do you even know if she’ll have either of ours? It’s pretty much fifty-fifty on all sides, yeah?”

Peach muttered her thanks as she adjusted herself and her baby, and Mario carefully released the chair, taking a small step back so she had room to rock.

“It might be up to chance in the end, yes,” she continued as she settled into a gentle pace, back and forth and back again. “That said, the magic within me has passed through generations by birth. Predecessors who couldn’t wield wish power have always been exceptions to the rule.”

Mario Aaaaaahed in understanding. “And my Firebrand is first-generation, just like my mamma and papa, yeah?”

Peach turned her head, nodding as well as she could over her shoulder. “And given that it’s not innate, who’s to say whether it can be passed down?”

The beginning of an agreement died on Mario’s tongue. Not innate. He wasn’t born with it, no, but he certainly hadn’t gained it by way of study and incantations.

“Well, I’d say it’s pretty ‘innate.’ I mean…” He looked down at his right hand, rotating it in the soft lights of the nursery, examining the dark hair and skin lines and veins; with a single thought of Fire, so quick and routine that his brain barely registered it as a word, familiar heat flowed into that hand, and with a deliberate flick of his wrist, it was engulfed in a puff of flame.

He observed the flame for a moment before shaking out his hand to extinguish it. No burn marks, no singed hair, no reddening or blisters. Just skin that was hot to the touch. “Don’t need a fancy spell or a magic wand to do that,” he bragged, trusting she at least felt his flame if she hadn’t seen it.

Her expression was hidden from him, but he could see her cheeks drawing upward in a smile, and that was every bit as satisfying. “Still, it was given to you. Does it reside within your body, or is it entwined with your genetic makeup? Is it something that can be passed down?”

Mario thought on this in silence, resting his hand on the chair’s back and idly following along with Peach’s movements. The powers he and his brother gained in the Oho Oasis weren’t well-documented at all, but they were divine in origin (though he was still uncertain of the extent of that divinity). He’d never questioned how it worked on a biological level. It just was. But the more he thought on it, the more likely he considered that power to be part of him, woven into his very DNA just as Peach’s magic was tied to her soul. 

And if it wasn’t, well… that didn’t mean Cocoa couldn’t receive that power as well. Possibility and probability were two separate factors.

He stood on his toes to better peer over his wife’s shoulder. It was strange to think about. At that very moment, this tiny, fragile, precious life they had created could be storing magic the likes of which most would never experience, much less use. Maybe it existed for now as a whisper that would strengthen with time. Maybe it already flowed through her blood at full force, waiting only for its wielder to develop the fine motor skills necessary to summon it.

Just how powerful was that magic? How deeply did it run, and what sorts of powers would it grant her? How would they teach her to control it? What sorts of repercussions would come about as a result?

Mario knew only one thing for certain: right now, Cocoa didn’t care. She was fast asleep, her head tucked against the crease of Peach’s elbow, a trickle of drool at the corner of her mouth. Tiny hands that might one day fight or mend presently clenched at Peach’s nightgown, kneading lazily at the chiffon.

Yes, what good was ruminating on the future when the present was already so sweet?

Letting go of the chair and placing his hands on Peach’s shoulders, he called his Firebrand forth once more. No flames this time, no showy display of supernatural ability; just heat, the perfect temperature for tense, tired muscles. Peach sighed and leaned back into that heat, another quiet thanks on her lips.

“Kinda scary to think about.” Mario chuckled, massaging her shoulders and earning another pleased sigh. “I mean, a little Mini Me running around is scary enough, but a Mini Me that can float through the air and set things on fire before she even learns to tie her shoes?”

Peach’s laughter joined with his, soft and weary and sincere. “Then… let’s think about it later. How’s that sound?”

“Hm. Yeah.” He leaned forward to kiss her cheek, and he couldn’t resist lingering there, his fingers loosening Peach’s muscles and his temple resting against hers, watching the snoozing infant all cozy in her arms. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

[living-undead]

✦✧✦ Vicki Batts ✦✧✦ Bookworm | Mean | Snob

"You disgust me. No, worse than that. You make me sick. Ugh, human flesh. So appalling."

Hi, @hauntedtrait!👋🏽 Here's a Sim I made for your Build-A-Vampire challenge! 🥹 Went for a bit of a 90s grunge look. Ended up with Icky Vicki.

1990s | Dark and Moody | Fantasy Colored Hair | Purple/Pink Eyes | Tattoos (istg she has the tattoos you just have to believe me 😭)

[osmanthusoolong]

Because I see posts about this going around often, and I don’t want to argue about it on any given post:

Personal cameras for amateur photographers have been common since the turn of the 20th century. The Brownie camera was released in 1900 and marketed to children, amateur photography, whether developed at a photo lab, or at home, was very common. I’ve got a pretty pink art deco camera from 1930, and its existence really highlights that by then, cheap novelty cameras (pretty cameras for the girls !) were common because of market saturation.

While some areas (urban, industrialized) had more cameras than others, it’s kind of ridiculous to act like nobody outside of the wealthy had them, or took mundane pictures or silly ones or nudes and lewds within the 20th century. (Note: if you were taking something risque, you’d have to develop it yourself or know a lab that was cool with some things, but still.)

It is important to understand the presence of technology in history, not least because of the really asinine conspiracy theories about how black and white film is a psyop to convince people that the civil rights movement/HIV history was further in the past than it was (you can still get b&w film, btw), or that it would be really rare and special for someone to photograph a pet in the midcentury, on a less harmful level.

Also, because it sure is Pride month, I’m gonna recommend the book I’ve been reading, Len and Cub: A Queer History by Meredith Batt and Dusty Green, which is about the discovery of a trove of photos from the first half of the 20th century of life, including gay life, in a supremely rural Canadian village, taken by a young man who got a camera in 1905.

[premierinsulationaus]

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[mickittotheman]

19 for the prompt game

FINALLY had time to write something for this. Hope you enjoy dear anon!

19. ...for luck

“What the fuck is all this shit?”

Ian looks up, meets Mickey’s incredulous expression with a blinding grin. “Mick! You’re home early.”

“No shit.” Mickey cocks his eyebrows higher and kicks his boots off, kicking them haphazardly towards the general direction of the closet. Normally Ian would be nagging him for it, but right now his husband is too preoccupied digging through the overstuffed trash bag of clothes on the bed to even notice. “Packing your bags on me already, Gallagher?”

Ian shoots Mickey a deadpan glare. “Please,” he scoffs, “I would at least pack my shit in a duffle bag, not some flimsy trash bag.”

Mickey lifts a hand to flip him off. Ian reaches out to snag it and drag Mickey closer, reeling him in for a slow, sappy kiss. 

Ian pulls back far too soon. “Debbie is clearing out the attic at the house because Franny wants to build a fort up there.”

“Good fucking luck with that. Pretty sure raccoons already beat her to it.”

A strange look passes over Ian’s face. He shudders before visibly shaking away whatever weird fucking memory he has involving raccoons. Mickey knows better than to ask. “Point is, she’s trying to get rid of some of the shit up there. Look! These are all the old clothes I grew out of,” he rifles through the bag again, occasionally pulling out random tees and flannels to present to Mickey. “Well, clothes Lip and I and Carl grew out of. Liam wasn’t too interested in any of these. You know how he is.”

“Least the kid has a sense of fucking style. Is this a fucking Captian America t-shirt?”

Ian glowers and snatches it out of Mickey’s hand. “Shut up. Comic books are cool,” he grumbles, and his ears just the slightest bit pink but the gleam in his eyes is pure happiness. 

Fucking dork. 

Mickey’s plans to mock him further are derailed when he catches sight of a familiar shade of blue. He reaches out. Picks it up. Shakes it out.

It’s funny, how fucking tiny it looks now, when back then Ian was practically fucking swimming in it.

“Oh, no way!”

Mickey’s breath catches, his cheeks heating up at being caught acting like a major fucking sap, but when his gaze darts up Ian is looking at a shirt that’s a truly offensive shade of green.

“I bet this can still fit,” Ian mutters, already tugging it on. “Yes!”

The seams on the thing look about ready to rip, the fabric straining around Ian’s muscles, around the little bitty belly pouch he’s been building up. 

In any other shirt, he would look hot as fuck. But in this…

“What the fuck is that?”

Ian beams at Mickey, then down at the shirt hugging his pecs, then up at Mickey again. “What? It’s funny!”

Mickey’s face conveys his disagreement far better than any words ever could. 

His gaze flits down to Ian’s chest again. To the garish green and the bold blocky letters spelling out ‘kiss me, i’m irish’. 

“The fuck does that even mean? Why would anyone wanna kiss an Irish person?”

“Ay, fuck you!” Ian laughs. “Besides, it’s supposed to be like, lucky or something. I think.”

Mickey raises a skeptical brow. “You? You’re about the unluckiest fucker I’ve ever met. You and the rest of your siblings.”

“Oh, you’re one to talk!” Ian goes to playfully shove at Mickey. Stops with his hands still on Mickey’s pecs, eyes finally catching sight of the blue flannel Mickey’s got clutched against his chest.

“What’s that?”

“Nothin’.” Mickey scowls, feeling his face flare tomato fucking red. He clenches his fingers around the fabrics even tighter. Ian squints at him suspiciously.

“Mickey,” he goads. “C’mon, babe. What is it?”

Mickey huffs.

Ian shifts his fingers down to twist his nipples through his shirt. It's a concerningly effective interrogation method.

“Fucking ow!” Mickey batts Ian’s hands away. Throws the stupid fucking flannel at him. “Jesus christ! I just fucking remember that one, or whatever.”

“This one?” Ian asks, inspecting the shirt closely, like there’s a mystery woven in the worn threads. “Why? I barely even remember it. I don’t think I wore it more often than any of my other shirts.”

Mickey looks at it again. Feels his lips tug up despite himself. Swipes at his nose. 

What the fuck ever. Not like Ian doesn't already know that Mickey’s a fucking sap.

“It’s uh. It’s the one you were wearing when you barged into my room with a fucking tire iron and a death wish.”

Ian blinks at him. Blinks at the shirt. “You remember that? Down to what I was wearing?”

“‘Course,” Mickey scoffs, like it's nothing. Like it isn’t everything.

Ian melts. Goes all goey and goopy and sticky sweet like maple syrup. “Mickey.” He drops the shirt onto the bed. Cups Mickey’s face in his big hands, pulls him in close, smushes his nose against Mickey’s hair and fucking sniffs. 

Mickey melts a bit too. Just a little. 

“Y’know, for being the unluckiest fucker you’ve ever met, I sure am feeling pretty fucking lucky right about now.”

Mickey flushes again. Rolls his eyes. Shoves him away. “Shut up.”

“What? You saying you don’t feel lucky?”

“Right now? Not even a little bit,” he grumbles, and Ian’s grin stretches infinitely wider. 

“Hmm. Maybe you oughta kiss me. Maybe some of my luck will rub off on ya.”

Mickey snorts. Giving into Ian’s tugging hands, melts into him again, melts into a long, lingering kiss. “Rather have something else rub off on me instead.”

Ian grabs Mickey’s hips. Yanks them impossibly closer. “Well, look at that,” he murmurs, smearing the words against Mickey’s lips and teeth and tongue. “It’s your lucky day.”

send me a number~

[cozyhearthyarnworks]

Hey y'all! It's been quiet here on the New Posts front for a bit because I'm finishing up a big custom spinning order, but I thought it's about time to check in with all our beloved Tumblr fans - once I have free time again when this order is done...

[jassylife]

New ocs^^(they are the main now :D but not replacing my most main oc which yall know is Jassy)

again y’all not replacing Jassy but they are the new main ocs now, some of my teenage ocs are the mains oc for example: Dean, Jassy, Noah, Annie, Brain, Tina, and others so these 3 are now the other main

Ocs names: Yulia: the Russian girl wearing pink and white looking feminine. Batty: the cute lil bat plushie flying wearing black clothing(he literally my fav😔✨ also not replacing Jassy to be an fav oc) Kaa: the orange and red viper

(plz be aware that he isn’t like those ocs that are called “Kaa” for some reasons that you seen those gacha hypothesis snakes videos so ye he isn’t like them instead he is inspired by Medusa the Gorgon from mythology)

for Kaa again he is inspired by Medusa from Greek Mythology for those who might know her imma tell you in the comments because it might take you longer to read(for those who didn’t understand English that much might translated or ignore it) he been sexually abused by his abuser(just like Medusa, they both got tape by their abusers unlike Medusa Kaa is still a viper, also his abuser isn’t an water element creature or monster) he been tape and abused sexually, when going to school his friends sees his scars and bruises on his body(including bite marks) 5 weeks he been treated unfairly by his abuser while in Jassy’s adopted mansion, Jassy went to him and the maid washed him and Jassy heal him and talking about him and his abuser for him, for example like “Why would you date that dumbo? He so stupid and so sinful to be with someone who is kind like you?” Or “you deserves better than him, you need someone who loves you more than anything” when she was taking him home Jassy give Kaa’s abuser that creepy yet scary and eerie look(the look that Death(Jassy’s grandfather) used to smiled at his victims smiling to get her revenge for Kaa) one night she broke in Kaa’s abuser house while the abuser was getting drunk, She pull out an bat and hit him so hard, he was awake in two hours and was sitting in the front in his car but Jassy was driving it and crashing it into the tree, she burn him alive to watch him suffer, after done burning him she started to unaliving him till he is dead, so ye Jassy saved Kaa from abuse

Yulia is an Russian girl, her dad was an military soldier to war, Yulia and her family went to USA to find some peace while her dad was in Russia trying to fight the war, she didn’t have any trauma but she suffer from the Russo-Ukrainian(for those might know that war, also she was inspired by the kids who are Russian or Ukrainian who suffer from the Russo-Ukrainian war and their dads stayed in Russia or Ukraine to fight off the war) weeks later she was sleeping and heard an noise from the kitchen and found an knife on the floor cover in blood, when she was walking the halls trying to find her mother, Doppelganger was stalking her and she knows that the Dopperlganger was stalking her and she called the police, they didn’t find him expect they found an body of children who also suffer from the war, she kept having nightmares of the Doppelgänger was gonna kill her

Batty is an bat plush toy who was been treated unfairly by an middle aged man who created him, one rainy day he left Batty in the trash, but luckily the mother of an 3 year old child found Batty and give her son as an gift to play with, the boy was happy growing he kept playing Batty and Batty feel like he been loved, years later Batty was sitting near by his new owner and heard an growl, it was Darker and then killed the boy and his mother, one little did Darker did not know that Batty was an alive plush doll, Batty escape the house but didn’t want to leave the boy side, 2 years later he started to live in his house where he been loved by his second owner suffering through pain of losing his owner that he been loved, one day an family moved to the house and they have two daughters and one son, the kids went the basement and found Batty and started to play with him, Batty feel like he was loved again after years, every night Batty tried to get rid of Darker to save his new family and his new owners

Here are the drawings I made for them

[serene-sun]

Could you write 43 with aether and sodo (match made in heaven I know), and also 10 and 51 please? Ty <33

43: threesome

10: use your words

51: breeding season

𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝕶𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖆𝖙 ・₊✧

Warnings: virginity taking, anal fingering, ghoul heat, threesome, breeding kink, knots, small cnc, slight begging, small quintessential manipulation, blood, biting, marking, dewther, I might of missed a few

There’s an uncommon word that sometimes floats around the ministry, like fog rolling in the morning hills.

A word that’s whispered around along with excited eyes, like a secret waiting to be revealed.

The word is so common, yet so forbidden and sacred, so used and forgotten, that it earns both smiles and glares.

A word that starts and ends sermons, a word that breaks relationships and builds them back.

A word ghouls love to hear, a word papas fear, a word that makes sinners peer, a word that disappears…

What could be so frightening yet so loved? Was it bad? Was it holy? Unholy? Or, was it dangerous?

-

Ah yes, it’s a lovely day in the ministry. The sun shines through the stained glass, a parade of color painting the brick walls.

The siblings of sin roam the halls, some greeting their friends and ghouls, some giggling laughing when a flirtatious papa would comment on their behinds or chest.

The ghouls were out, the sun was out, the clouds were out, but so was a new rumor.

Rumors spread like wild fire in a gated community, doesn’t have to be negative, in-fact most of the time everyone liked hearing them and using them to better communicate and connect with one another.

Take the south hall rumor as example, it is said to hold a special room for pleasure. Maybe even the rumor about the north gate halls haunted painting, it’s said that a crying woman will crawl out from his frame and cry for her husband.

Everyone used ministry gossip for good, but the ghouls were a different story.

Once they heard something new, they would immediately investigate. Like the time it was rumored that primo had infact kept secret of having a Prince Albert, they had to be sure. And in the end, they were not disappointed with their findings.

Although they say curiosity killed the cat, the ghouls sure are rule breakers.

Once the haunting bells tolled above the immense cathedral, siblings of sin and ghouls alike spilled into the dark wooden pews.

Usually, nobody would be without a friend, but this time the gathering eyes quickly found the new lone duckling that had found herself sitting quietly alone in the shadowed corner of the unholy Chappell.

The sun begun to be swallowed by the valley, the red ambience and pink whispery clouds painting the stone and marble walls through the floral story telling glass.

The ghouls eyes never leave her, they look her up and down, studying every rise and fall of her chest with every batt of her eyelashes.

They all take in each frame of her, how the colors of the evening paint her chest and cheeks.

This sister is different, she’s not dressing in the usual suggestive and sinful style as the rest. She doesn’t have her chest or shoulders revealed, the only skin you can see is her rosy face and her soft hands holding a black pearl rosary.

Although the murder of ghouls leave thoughtful glares on her skin, two particular ghouls spark a special interest somewhere else.

Aether can sense it, he feels the emotion radiating from the girl. He senses her purity, her devotion, and her sense of faith. Aether understands why she is receiving such looks, why she’s so rare. He crosses his legs, feeling the warmth behind his dark mask lead more south.

Sodo catches his eye on aether who clears his throat and fixes his vest, now he’s interested. The fire ghoul looks over, and his eyes immediately fixate on the bust of her Chest under the black novitate uniform she wears. His eyes then travel up to her soft lips, so flush and full. Sodo gathers his thoughts, and leans back in the pew from over aether as the organ starts to sound his howling song.

Every curve.

Every ounce of flesh.

Every single slice of skin.

Every movement.

Aether and sodo meet eyes, internally damning themselves from prying on such an innocent thing.

By time papa has entered the pulpit the ghouls have flehmening to Aether and Sodo, sensing their lust through their bond.

Aether winces, a little embarrassed.

Sodo just looks to the other side of the chamber pretending he didn’t see anything.

Soon, the bells toll once more and everyone is released.

“Sodo.” Aether bites at the eager ghoul, stern and his brows knit.

He grabs his wrist, he feels how fast his pulse beats, how hot to the touch his skin is, his eyes flash a spark of anger at him stopping him.

Aethers strong, but not as physically strong as sodo. He tugs, but the fire ghoul quickly runs and disappears into the crowd in an instant.

Aether rushes to his feet.

An eager, or feral, ghoul is never something you want to work with. They can easily be triggered, rather it be in anger or sadness, there is no accurate prediction of what it will be. And now, that they see such rare innocence, they are on the edge.

Aethers trying his best to catch up with the fire ghoul, the worst thing aether could think about in the moment was not the embarrassment of his aching cock but the safety of the poor girl who was no where to be found.

The quintessence ghoul hunted down the fire ghoul to the deep dark depths of the ghoul wing.

The halls nobody roams, the halls that are occasionally lit with candles and old paintings, the halls that have darker windows, the halls that are forbidden for lower class.

Aether hears a faint yelp, and the feeling rush straight down to his forming knot.

How has this been triggered?

Why now? In such urgency?

Aether turns the corner, and smells fiery appetite.

Sodo has let his mask fall down to the floor, and his golden strands lay across his black velvet attire. He’s already pulled her veil off and exposed her chest and shoulders.

Aether freezes, his eyes meet with the fire ghoul and panic. He can tell sodo cares, and that the feral needing flame deep inside his soul uncontrollably takes over him.

It’s like fire across his skin, it lights and spreads like wild flames in a forgotten wood.

Aethers breath hitches, it reverberates into a hard groan as his mind plays tricks on him.

Join, join, join, join

It persuades him, the voices control him and force his legs to drag across the stone floor and into the corner of the hall.

The girl whimpers, the fire ghouls fangs piercing her neck.

A drop of blood trails down her skin, and stains her white collared dress.

Sodo ruts into her, he has a hand around her neck gripping and leaving more blood to coat the ghouls lips. His other hand is kept around her neck, it’s pressing her against him, keeping her in his grasp.

Aether blocks the view of the woman, and grabs a hand full of the fire ghouls locks. He tugs it back, earning a cry from the sibling as his elongated fangs pull from her ripped skin.

Sodo grunts, he’s out of breath and he’s thirsty for more. Aether watches the crimson mix with his saliva, and cascade down his chin and neck below his uniform.

Aethers head aches, it pounds hard enough to knock him back. He’s under a dizzy spell that returns his vision darker and primal.

The fire ghouls practically foams at the mouth, trying to escape from Aethers grasp. He snaps and bares his fangs at the ghoul with a growl.

I will kill you.

He’s serious, and he’s ready to have his way. But aether is not too far from that as well.

Sodo forces the sinner down with him, he stays on top of her as she lays to the stone. She claws and she tugs at the stone floor, but there’s little to any sign of escape.

Aether falls to his knees, and he feels himself trapped behind lust just as sodo was. He sees no sign of him behind those eyes, there is only the feeling of domination and control.

Aether stares into sodos eyes, he sees how small his pupils have gone, how long his claws and fangs have grown.

There’s a tug at his uniform pants, and Aethers brought back to reality. He’s stunned that the sister of sin is tugging at the zipper, her lips quivering and her hair sticking to her sweaty face and her eyes begging.

Please, please do something.

Aether is far from perfect, but this…this is perfect. This moment is all he has needed for years, out of all of the orgys and experiences he’s had over the centuries aether has never needed this as bad as he did now.

As for sodo, out of all of the soldiers, princes, princesses, kings, queens, maids, even gods he’s had sex with he has never had such a feral need to ruin such innocence as now.

Aether doesn’t stop the girl from pulling out his aching cock, she strokes it while Sodo rips off her habit.

Her fingers are so soft, delicate, and so fragile against his aching length.

Aether lets out and unexpected loud whimper at the feeling of her jerking. She holds his thick base, and slides her hand up to the tip, and back down.

“Use-!” She mutters, a sudden sensation of two long burning hot fingers pushing deeper into her ass.

She yelps, feeling the unpredictability fast thrust from the ghoul.

Aether takes the chance to stop staring at her tits and start fucking her mouth. Aether stuffs himself inside her, and feels his red hard tip press downward on the back of her throat. Her cheeks naturally such against his shaft out of panic.

Sodo removes his two fingers, and quickly fumbles with his belt buckle. He groans, feeling the pressure in the air hit his skin as he frees himself.

She feels his hard length smack against her ass, and quickly does the fire ghoul straighten up and shove himself deep inside the depths of the sister.

Sodo whimpers, he’s tearing up fast, the feeling of her tight cunt clenching around his long cock is too much to handle.

Aether takes his mask, and gently pulls it off his head and sets it on the floor.

The woman gags on his cock, and aether smirks. “Aw, too much love?” Aether mocks the pitiful thing.

Aethers not like sodo, he’s not a lustful zombie. Sodo feels tears fall from his cheeks, he’s crying because it feels so good.

Sodo starts pounding her, hammering her insides anomalistically fast. Sodo mewls, his cheeks are red and pale, his hair messy against his half exposed chest.

The fire ghoul leans down, his stomach pressing into the back of the sister. Sodo’s claws dig into her flesh, they tug and tug leaving red streaks.

“Aw babe, why so sad?” Aether furrows his eye brows, and mocks the look on sodos face.

Sodo shakes, his lip quivers as he roughly breaks the poor girl under him.

“N-n-ne!” Sodo tries to speak, but all that comes out is a bunch of vowels and notes that fall from his lips.

“Use your words.” There’s a sudden word from the girl, as she takes aether out of her wet cavern.

She smirks, sodo doesn’t like that.

The ghouls brows knit, they turn angry and possessive.

“You’ll regret that when my knot forces you to cum, and make a mess.” Sodo bites back, his trance i broken by the slightest bit of anger.

Aether chuckles, and he notices how sodo starts fucking her harder, slower, deeper. The girl cries, she feels his aching cock stretch her insides.

Aether brings her lips to his, and kisses her soft rosy lips. He licks her bottom lip, lets a fang drag across the skin, threatening to pierce it.

Her breath is caught as aether drags a nail across the round of her breast. She shakes, it’s all too much. The furious demon fucking her insides, the delicious kiss on her lips, and the sensation on her chest.

She feels her lips tingle, a hot haze fills her atmosphere and she feels light headed.

“Breathe it in, you’ll feel better.” Aether leaves her lips, and she pouts as her eyelids flutter.

She feels like heaven, all of the pain turns into pleasure, and a smile quickly appears across her face.

Sodo tightens his grip on the sister, and he shoves his formed knot past her entrance, and deep into her cunt.

The fire ghoul winces, he feels so good, such a strong and sudden heat makes him miserably warm and happy.

Her jaw hangs low, and her body won’t allow her to take another breath, she clenched on his length earring a groan and a slap to her ass.

Her hands grips at Aethers vest as she looks into his eyes for any hope of salvation.

Aethers smiles, and shakes his head, “feels so good hmm? Feel his cum stuff you full? Yeah?”

She’s all stars, and far above the clouds in heaven in pleasure.

She’s definitely not going to be teased for being a, “virgin”

[rafeyscurtainbangs]

⭐️ republished ⭐️

+18

Rafe’s POV:

She’s a good girl but I can’t help but take a fist full of her hair. Those soft, innocent eyes looking up at mine, glassed with tears. She tappin’ out? The corners of her rounded lips curl into a smile around my cock. Jesus fuckin’ Christ, baby doll. I tap her cheek with my finger, silently telling her to throat me again, feeling my fat tip press against the back of her throat. She gags and sputters, making me pull my sweet girl off.

She looks up at me, letting her bottom lip poke out in a pout as she batts her wet lashes. “Rafe… Why did you stop?” She whimpers, grabbing my hands to rest on her blushed cheeks as she flattens her pretty pink tounge.

“Atta girl.”