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[blondebrainpowered]

The Serenade, 1914

Artist: Brynolf Wennerberg

Art for the cover of Puck magazine for June 20, 1914

[ask-undertaker]

Undertaker, when was the last time you’ve taken a shower?

LIKE THE VERY LAST TIME

"...You lot think I'm a very stinky boy, don't you? Eh! Well I'll tell you I'm certainly not! I had a bath just last week, mind you! A nice one! There were even bubbles involved! And I might just have another one too!"

"... Oooor maybe it's because you all want to see my hair freshly washed again, isn't it? Hmmm~?"

[peppermintmochafem]

hiii miss you! lotsa sweaty butch manual labor this summer… if only someone could help me get nice and clean -🥝

aww you must be so hot and sore 🥺 I think if i put you in a bath all your thoughts aches would just wash away <3

[muchmossymess]

Snakes are so funny in water

[sbnkalny]

The word I now think is Homunculus. From which this came I do not know. For why I think it now, as I lay down, I do not now.

I dont care What Humans think is impossible. It came easy you shove it back where it came I can has, and everything. But as i lay bleeding on THAT thick bod in those tight clothes

[holeforzenin]

I can’t stop thinking about DILF kento who’s the best husband and father in the whole world <3

He’s always up early before work—blonde hair perfectly styled, his tie neat and snug around his neck. But his hand’s already on your ass in the kitchen while you’re trying to pour cereal for the kids. He leans in close and murmurs, “Bend over a little, sweetheart. Just like that,” as if it’s just another casual morning—which it is, in the Nanami household.

He’s so calm about it too. Nothing riles him. He could have your panties pushed to the side and rubbing little circles on your clit under the dining table while the kids are still brushing their teeth and still be checking the weather app calmly on his phone with a straight face.

He’s sooo big on discipline too, but only when you’re alone. If you’re being a tease, he’ll wait until everyone’s asleep, then bend you over the edge of the bed and say, “This is for acting out in front of the kids. Now count” and before you get anytime to protest, the loud sound of his palm colliding with the swell of your ass echos in your shared bedroom.

And Kento loves routines. Saturday morning grocery run, followed by fucking you in the backseat of his car while the groceries sweat in the trunk. Sunday night after bath time? He has you on his lap in the living room while he watches the news and the kids are staying at their grandparents house, his cock buried deep inside of you, with occasional slow little rolls of his hips every time you shift.

His aftercare is immaculate. Fuzzy robe, your favorite drink, rubbing lotion into your thighs with those big, warm hands. He says it’s so you’re not sore for the school run tomorrow—but you know he just likes taking care of what’s his.

And he definitely pulls your hand under the table at PTA meetings and makes you rub him through his slacks while he calmly discusses bake sale logistics.

He’s also very big on household rules—he enforces them. You sass him in front of the kids? You get a quiet, “We’ll talk later,” and your stomach flips. Later means he’s dragging you across his lap, voice low and calm while he pulls your panties down and says, “We don’t use that tone in this house, Darling”.

His love language is ruining you before 7 a.m. and leaving a sticky note on the fridge that says “You were perfect this morning. Don’t forget to drink water”. And he texts you at noon: “Thinking about how you looked bouncing on my cock. Proud of you, sweetheart”

The other dads are always late and tired for everything. But kento? He’s freshly shaved, in cuffed sleeves, and already made you came twice before breakfast.

[sixeyesanddaydreaming]

"Do I still turn you on?"

Your stupid question came just after you kissed your husband good night, his silver brows furrowed while his hands rested on the band of his cotton pajamas. He had just pulled them up after drying himself from his bath, his bare torso still balmy and beaded with unwiped water.

"What kind of question is that?"

"Well, we've been married for this long now," your fingers playfully wiggled as you counted the number of anniversaries you've celebrated with him. "I'm just wondering if you still think I'm pretty and all..."

Satoru's lips pursed into a thin line, a small sigh escaping his mouth as he stomped over to your side of the bed and unceremoniously pulled down his pajamas right in front of your face.

"T-Toru! What the—!" You exclaimed, dropping your hairbrush in complete disbelief. His wide shadow loomed over you as you sat on the edge of your shared bed, as though hiding this sight from the rest of the world.

His boxers were tented uncomfortably, the kind he always teased you with whenever you were in close proximity. He'd grab you as soon as you were within an arm's length away and rub against you until you melted like putty and played into his hands.

He seized your wrist and brought your palm against his crotch, hard, throbbing, twitching almost painfully— and it made you swallow deep.

He had an erection.

Satoru watched your expression through his feathery lashes and lidded eyes, his hand moving to cup your chin. "What does it look like? Does this look like I'm not turned on by my wife?"

It was a stupid question, indeed, and the answer was there even before you aired it out loud.

You rubbed the tip of his cock with your warm palm, your fingers gently closing around his length as you stroked him, his expression softening as he saw how embarrassed you were— for even asking such a question.

A glint of mischief darkened your husband's baby blue eyes, a twinkle of adoration and desire lighting his features as he completely dropped his pajamas to the floor. "You better stop asking stupid questions because you're never gonna get any stupid answers from me, only real ones."

[gojosconsort]

to add on for the oblivious wife fic w nanami (when she was trying on the bathing suit) u should do one when they’re finally at the beach

𓂃୨ৎ mdni. freaky nanami

“isn’t it gorgeous?” you call out to your husband kento, twirling in the sand, arms wide. the bikini top strains, triangles shifting, a sliver of nipple teasing the edge, and kento’s cock throbs painfully, tenting his swim trunks.

the beach stretches out under a merciless sun, waves crashing lazily, and your husband is already regretting this vacation. he’s sprawled on a towel under an umbrella, sunglasses fogged with sweat, gripping a book so hard the spine creaks.

you, his sweet, oblivious wife, are the problem—prancing around in that neon pink bikini he bought in a haze of desperation at the store, the one that barely contains your curves and has been torturing him since you stepped out of the hotel room.

every jiggle of your ass, every bounce of your tits, is a fresh assault on his sanity, and now you’re out there, glistening with sunscreen, drawing every eye on this damn beach.

kento shifts, book slamming over his crotch, a pathetic shield against the wet spot blooming dark from his leaking tip. fuck, he thinks, jaw locked, teeth grinding. he wants to pin you to the sand, rip that scrap of fabric off, and fuck you raw until you’re sobbing his name, public be damned—but he can’t, and it’s killing him.

you’re oblivious to his problem, laughing as you kick at the waves, ass rippling with each step. the thong bottom rides up, exposing more of that plump, perfect curve, and his eyes track it, feral, imagining sinking his teeth into it, spanking you red, then burying his cock deep until you’re dripping with him.

his balls ache, heavy, and he presses the book harder, the pages crumpling under his grip. every giggle, every sway of your hips, mocks his control, and he’s one deep breath from losing it.

then you come back, holding a dripping ice cream cone, vanilla soft serve already melting in the heat. “got a treat!” you chirp, plopping down cross-legged on the towel, thighs spread just enough to make his vision blur.

you lick the cone, tongue swirling slow, and a thick drop of cream slips free, landing square on your chest, right above the swell of your tits. it slides, slow and obscene, down the curve, pooling in the bikini’s pathetic triangle, and your nipples harden under the cold, poking through the fabric.

“oops!” you giggle, looking down, and the sound—fuck, that sound—sends a jolt straight to his cock. you wiggle, making your tits bounce, the ice cream smearing further, a sticky trail glistening in the sun.

kento chokes, a strangled groan trapped in his throat, and he’s picturing it: licking that cream off, tongue dragging slow over your skin, sucking your nipple into his mouth, biting just hard enough to make you gasp.

his cock leaks again, precum soaking through his trunks, and he presses the book so hard it’s practically embedded in his lap.

“lemme get that,” he rasps, voice raw, reaching for a napkin with a trembling hand. he leans closer—too close—your scent hitting him, coconut sunscreen and sweet vanilla, and his mouth waters, aching to lap up every inch of you. his fingers brush your shoulder as he dabs at the mess, napkin shaking, and you shiver, all innocent, smiling up at him.

“thanks, honey!” you say, taking another lick of the cone, and another drop falls, this time landing right on the swell of your breast, sliding toward the nipple he’s dying to suck. his control snaps like a frayed thread, and he freezes, napkin crumpled in his fist, fighting the urge to throw you down, lick you clean, and fuck you into the sand until the whole beach hears you scream.

“it’s so sticky,” you pout, swiping at it with your finger and popping it in your mouth. your lips close around it, sucking slow, and kento’s vision whites out. he’s imagining those lips around his cock, your throat full of him, gagging as he fucks your face, cum dripping down your chin onto those perfect tits.

his book’s a lost cause, pages warping under his grip, and he shifts, thighs flexing, trying to hide the huge bulge.

“stay still,” he growls, low and tight, grabbing another napkin. he dabs at your chest, every brush of his fingers against your skin a test of his restraint. he’s so close to saying fuck it, to dragging you behind the umbrella and stuffing you full, consequences be damned. your tits jiggle with each swipe, and he bites his cheek, blood sharp on his tongue, to keep from groaning.

“all clean?” you ask, tilting your head, eyes wide and sweet. you take another lick, ice cream smearing your lips, and he wants to shove his cock past them, make you choke on it until you’re crying. his trunks—thank god for the book—are a prison, cock throbbing, balls tight, and he’s leaking so much it’s soaking through to the towel.

“yeah,” he lies, voice cracked, tossing the napkin aside. he leans back, book still clamped over his lap, and exhales hard through his nose. he can’t watch you anymore, not without breaking, so he stares at the horizon, counting waves, willing his cock to calm down. you hum happily, licking away, and every slurp is a dagger to his control.

the beach is too public, too crowded, and he’s too close to ruining you right here. he needs to get you back to the hotel—now—before he cums in his trunks or does something he’ll regret.

“we’re leaving soon,” he mutters, already picturing you bent over the bed, bikini shredded, screaming his name as he fills you again and again, his cum dripping down your pussy, pooling on the sheets, only for him to fuck it back in, deep and relentless, until you’re so full it leaks out with every thrust.

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[soapysoapysoapysoapy]

price x task force 141 member!reader

You come back from the op filthy, bruised, and running on fumes. But you hit every mark. Made every shot count. Covered Ghost’s six. Got Gaz out of that alley when the ambush hit. Price saw everything.

He doesn’t say much in front of the others. Just a hand on your shoulder, heavy and warm, squeezing once. A silent: Proud of you, love.

But back at the safehouse—door locked—he shows you.

He’s already got a bath running. Hot water. Epsom salts. His big hands guide you in, making you hiss when the heat licks over your aching muscles. Price kneels behind the tub, still fully dressed, sleeves rolled up. He starts with your hair—slowly washing it, nails scraping lightly against your scalp until your eyes roll back. You can feel him getting hard just watching you melt under his touch, but he’s patient. Tonight isn’t about him.

"Took care of my team today. Time I take care of you." His voice is rough, soft at the edges. The way he talks when it's just you.

He washes every inch of you—palms sliding over your arms, down your chest, across your thighs. He lingers between your legs, fingertips ghosting over your folds, but doesn’t take it further. Not yet.

"Such a good girl for me," he murmurs against your ear when he helps you out and wraps you in a towel. "Never miss. Never fuck up. Always my sharpest shooter."

By the time he carries you to bed—literally carries, like you weigh nothing—you’re half drunk on the praise alone. And then Price spoils you.

Lays you out naked on the sheets, spread soft and open, while he eats you until you’re crying. No teasing tonight—just filthy, wet, sloppy head with his beard rubbing raw against your thighs and his tongue driving you insane. He groans every time you come, like it’s his orgasm too, like tasting you is better than fucking.

"That’s it, love. Again—give me another. C’mon, my girl can take one more, yeah? S’what you deserve."

When he finally slides inside you, it's deep and slow. No rush. Just long, dragging strokes while his hands frame your face, his forehead pressed to yours. He praises you with every breath—filthy, sweet, raw.

"Never doubted you. So fuckin’ proud. Best thing that’s ever happened to me." "Look at you—takin' me so well, yeah? My perfect girl." "Nobody else gets this. Only me. Only mine."

You come undone in his arms, again and again, until you forget where you end and he begins. And when he finally follows—deep, filling you up warm—he doesn’t pull out. He just holds you close, whispering rough promises against your temple.

"Always gonna take care of you, love. Always."

And when you fall asleep, boneless and wrecked but glowing inside, it’s with his hand still on your belly and the ghost of his praise still echoing in your ears.

[monstersholygrail]

Rushing Rapids

Merman x fem!reader— teasing, wild sex, creampie, aftercare, and a little teasing of cumplay

You could count on one hand the number of times your Merman Boss has let you see his Merman form. Far too busy running a highly successful company, the man doesn't often have time for a dip in the water to let his true self out to shine.

In fact, it was your job as his bodyguard to make sure he didn't come into contact with any source of water. Even the slightest drop ends up triggering his tail and he's left stuck like that for hours. And while your boss has gone through countless bodyguards to fulfill this task, you've been by far the best.

And you've lasted the longest too. You often hear his workers whispering to each other, secretly teasing him about how he must be in love with you to keep you around so long. While you didn't want to believe it, you couldn't ignore the way your heart flutters whenever it greets your ears.

But after today you're sure any feelings he has toward you are long gone. You half expect him to fire you on spot.

Today had been an important day for him as he had a lunch scheduled with an important client. All was going well until the waiter tripped, sending an entire pitcher of water to crash over him. You had been too slow, hadn't noticed the waiter fumbling nor the trajectory of the pitcher.

For a moment the world went still until your Merman Boss looked up at you with wide horrified eyes. While you were sure the horror was aimed at you, your boss was too busy wondering where he was possibly going to go. Luckily it just so happened that your place was nearby.

Now here you are, sitting on your toilet as your Boss' ginormous frame squishes into your tiny bathtub, his tail even falling off the edge and onto your floor. An adorable little pout marks his lips as he flicks at the water like he's this close to personally trying to fight it.

A part of you fears he's not only angry at the water but at you as well. Sure, you haven't been perfect at your job. You've made small mess ups here and there. But nothing like this.

"You seem upset."

Your Boss snaps his head over toward you, his pout growing impossibly bigger. If you didn't already know the question was ridiculous, his following scoff and the look on his face was plenty enough for you to get the message.

"Of course I'm upset. I just had a very important meeting fall through because a clumsy waiter forgot what even a merperson can do. Walk. And most don't even have legs."

His response stops you in your tracks, jaw dropping a little. He wasn't blaming you at all. The more you look at him the more you realize he isn't mad at you about it at all. Relief blooms in your chest, making you sit a little taller. You internally thank your boss, he should feel some of this relief too.

Without responding to his sarcastic reply you look around the bathroom in search of something that will help uplift the mood for him. As your eyes catch onto a bin in the corner your eyes light up.

Your boss is jolted from his thoughts as you suddenly dump a whole bin full of rubber duckies into the tub. All in attempts of making this feel more like a fun bath and less like a trap. But by the flat look on his face your boss is less than amused. Which you probably should've been expecting.

"Really? Rubber ducks?"

His voice shows his clear disdain for the toy but he hesitantly reaches out a hand and begins pushing it around. Almost... playing with it. Although he'd never admit that to you.

"Well, what else is there to do besides wait it out? There's not any other way to turn you back sooner?"

Your question settles between you two before something sparks in the depths of Merman Boss' eyes. His finger stills on the yellow duck toy but it drifts away in the water and it's impossible to know where it'll end up next. Something unsettling churns in your belly and you get the feeling you're not about to like this.

"Ok, so there may be something... But I can't say it out loud. Come in closer."

A lick of suspicion curls around you and your eyes narrow, appraising your boss. Though with one impatient look from him you know you won't be putting up an argument with him about it. He always ends up getting his way anyway so why not skip the foreplay?

"W-what is it? What can't you say out loud?"

The toilet rattles beneath you as you shift closer. It's the only real sound in the quiet bathroom aside from the swishing of water. Your breath hitches once you reach a certain closeness to your Merman Boss. This being officially the closest you've ever dared to be with him.

"Closer—“

"I'll do anything just tell me what you need," you interrupt, both not wanting to lose your job and giving any excuse you can to be near your boss.

Suddenly his hands are splashing out of the water and gripping onto your soft round hips. A shriek tears through you as one minute you're dry and the next you're soaking wet. And not in the good way either. You smack against a hard chest, your legs straddling the thick width of a tail, and it takes you a second to fully realize that your boss had just pulled you in.

Before you can lift your head to yell at him, his fingers pinch your chin and force you to meet his gaze. What you see in his eyes immediately silences you. The hunger burning in them leaves you gasping, sparking arousal deep in your core.

He leans in, stopping just short of your lips as they brush against each other. Your breath mingling and making you squirm on his slick tail. While you watch him stare down at your lips, waves of arousal continue to build within you.

"A human's kiss can turn me back much faster than simply waiting," he whispers softly like he doesn't want to break the tension between you.

Your body tingles with need as every fantasy you've ever dared to have about your boss dares to come to life. Every inch of you is overcome with impatience as you wriggle on his lap some more, gasping when something hard pops out from a slit on his tail.

"So why don't you kiss me?"

If possible, your Boss' eyes grow darker, the hunger inside them roaring to life as if trying to consume even him. His hold on your chin tightens like he's the one who needs to keep you still while he's shaking from his own restraint.

"Because once I start I won't be able to stop at just a kiss."

You go to ask what he means he bucks up his hips, intently brushing his rock hard cock along your clothed slit. And you immediately moan, totally unprofessional by the way, eyelashes fluttering briefly till you manage to look at your boss again.

You consider his words and what they could mean for you after this. But you want this, you've always wanted this since you first started working for the mysterious man. And it seems like he wants you just so much. So there's no need to fight it.

"Then don't stop," you reply.

Merman Boss surges forward before the words finish falling from your lips, his mouth clashing against yours. Mirroring moans vibrate between you like you're the sweetest damn thing he's ever tasted.

He presses into you as if trying to devour you, kissing you hard. Tongues fight for dominance and teeth knock together in your sheer desperation to make up for all the time you spent together not doing this.

His hand moves from your chin, caressing the skin of your cheek, and threading itself inside your hair. Ensuring you're real and that this is actually happening. Using his hold on you he molds your plump frame against his and starts rocking your core against his hard length.

"Get these off," he pants heavily, only breaking away from the kiss long enough to say that and then he's right back on you.

With a shocking amount of skill, the two of you manage to peel off your wet clothes in record time.

Both of you release strong powerful moans as your dripping cunt first makes contact with his thick girth. Every nerve in your body pulses as he takes hold of his cock and drags it through your folds, coating his length with your essence.

"You have no idea how long l've wanted this. Wanted you,” he breathes, his eyes shining with a longing that reflects your own.

"I have some idea."

Then you both moan as you sink down on his long pulsing cock, your hips buckling down on his length, taking him in hard and fast. Something ignites in your boss’ eyes and you shiver as his hands curl over your plush waist to help guide your movements.

But he has no idea how long you’ve been needing this, and it’s clear by the way his eyes widen as you start to ride him like your life depended on it. Your fingers dig into the scales on his shoulders to ground you and he hisses, his cock twitching and sliding against that special spot inside you.

With a fierce cry you start riding him even harder, every hard wet slap of your bodies meeting is aimed right for that spot, making you see stars. The water sloshes around in the tub like it’s in the midst of a raging storm when in reality it’s just you and your boss fucking each other’s brains out.

“Look at you, so perfect f’me. More than I ever realized,” your boss purrs, sounding as if he’s found the oceans most greatest treasure.

You moan loudly, your head rolling back as waves of pleasure rock through your body with every hard pump of his cock, his words only turning you on even more. Your body begins to buzz, on the precipice of something huge.

It only takes a few more pointed thrusts before you’re coming all over his cock with a ragged gasp, your body tensing before you sag against him, letting him take what he needs. And feeling your slick gummy walls clamping so deliciously on his length drives him nearly feral, his fangs flashing and his claws digging into your skin.

He moves your pussy up and down his cock, spurred on by every whine and whimper that falls from your mouth. Piercing growls slip from his own as your cunt drives him absolutely insane, he’s never felt anything better.

And he proves just that as he drives in as far as his cock can go and releases buckets of cum right into your depths, having never cum so hard in his life.

You both fall back to rest against the back of the tub, the only sound in the room being your harsh panting breaths. His hands smooth the tremors from your body, brushing up along your spine and holding you close. It’s nice and peaceful. Or is it the calm before the storm?

Because the longer he does it the action goes from soothing to arousing. And you know he can feel it too, just how much it’s affecting you. Your pulsing walls already trying to milk more from his spent shaft. And sea gods help him but it’s working.

“You know… it’ll still be some time before my tail fades. Why not make the most of it?” Your boss asks, hands sliding down to grab handfuls of your fat ass, and flexing his stomach as he rolls his hardening cock into your cum-filled cunt.

[doestalker]

roomate with benefits!geto who returns from work, stressed, to the apartment you share with him. he's ready for a long shower, only to find you in the sole bathroom the place had taking a bath.

your nude body relaxing in the pink bubbly water, a cigarette between your fingers with the smoke lazily dancing above the tip. soft melodies coming from your speaker fill the cramped space with a soothing hum.

you look up at him and smile softly. he returns the gesture, a slight tint of fatigue in his expression. his tired eyes lazily scan your body, taking in your figure as he leans against the doorframe.

"how was work?" you ask.

"awful," he sighs.

you don't answer. instead, you take a drag of your cigarette and gesture with your finger for him to get closer. he huffs a soft laugh, pulling the hairband from his long hair before he starts unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, his eyes never leaving yours.

he undresses until he's down to his briefs, then sits on the edge of the bathtub and takes the cigarette from your fingers. he takes a long drag, the smoke curling out from his nose as he exhales with a loud sigh.

"wanna get in?" you offer.

-

the splashes of the bath water almost compete with envy with the wet sounds of your pussy being pounded. geto was laying down on the bath, his neck on the pink headrest you bought online, his long legs spreading alongside the small bathtub. his fingers were gripping the sides of your hips so hard that they may leave a couple bruises. you were riding him - well, you were on top of him while he fucked you.

from your point of view, you could appreciate his expressions. how his brows furrowed, how his teeth sank on his bottom lip, how his eyes rolled back into his skull when you swayed your hips in circular motions. he was a sight for sore eyes with his pale skin flushed from the pleasure and his black hair damp from the water.

his length was buried deep inside your walls, his balls slamming against your ass when he thrusted up. he may've been tired, but that never meant a mediocre fuck. no, he always went all out with you. always so passionate.

"fuck- you're being so good to me, always so good. being my little stress ball, my little toy to relieve my stress, hm? you like it when i use you like this?"

[jinusajas]

03/26/25; 08:30pm

{ 18+ drabbles / headcanons }

[ they catch you pleasuring yourself ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel, caleb

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

you wake up from your nap with a start, the lingering images left over from your dreams causes a familiar ache to settle between your legs. an almost uncomfortable moisture puts a noticeable spot against your panties, making you heave out a sigh in response.

the sun had long began to set as you were bathed beneath the glow of the moon, and sylus was nowhere to be seen. letting out a frustrated sigh, you toss an arm across your eyes, your breaths slowly turning labored as your fingers itched with a sudden need.

despite knowing how you could never reach as deeply as sylus could, you couldn’t stop your hand from going lower and lower, not stopping until you reached the waistband of your panties. you teased yourself, allowing your fingertips to simply dance around your outer lips before slowly spreading your legs.

arching your back against the bed, you introduce a finger into your soaked walls, sliding them inside of you while breathing out a soft mewl. you began pumping your fingers within your slick heat, pinching at your swollen bundle of nerves while imagining that it was sylus touching you.

so caught up in chasing your high, you remain blissfully unaware of how the door to your shared bedroom was open and the way the onychinus leader held a bouquet of red roses in his hand. a low growl was heard coming from him, his eyes taking in the sight of your hands moving desperately between your legs-

it wasn’t until a hand felt gripping at your arm that you stopped your ministrations, your bleary gaze meeting with your lover’s dilated eyes as you felt the heat rushing into your cheeks. “what’s this? has my kitten been having fun without me?”

words failed you when sylus manages to remove your hand from your cunt, admiring the shiny quality of your fingertips before leaning forward. he captures each individual finger with his tongue, licking off the evidence of your arousal-

never once tearing his away from you.

once your fingers were completely cleaned did he settle himself between your legs, hands already holding your knees in a vice grip before spreading your legs completely for him. a groan was heard from sylus when he sees how utterly ruined your panties had become, licking his lips as his dark eyes shone mischievously beneath the moonlight.

“how about i show how it’s really done, sweetie?”

you lay beneath the warm waters, simply soaking in your tub while playing with the bubbles that surround you. letting out an audible sigh, you prop your legs up against the edge of the tub, thinking about zayne.

he had called you earlier during his lunch break, telling you he needed to work overtime and to not cook dinner tonight. of course, being the understanding lover that you were, you agreed to not cook dinner and simply make something simple for yourself to dine on later.

as you lay in the tub, intrusive thoughts began invading your mind. thoughts of zayne joining you in this bath, laying beneath you while he presses your back against his naked chest. you were sweating now, left alone with your heated fantasies until it boiled over, making you lose all of your inhibitions as you spread your legs while bracing them over the tub.

your aching cunt was felt like it was being caressed by silk, further accentuating your sinful thoughts as you slide a finger within your aching walls. the squelching sounds of your center taking in your finger echoes throughout the bathroom, leaving you panting and needy for more.

your back arches against the porcelain tub, and you swore you could taste your impending release when a sharp voice calling out your name and a hand felt on your wrist completely ceases your desperate movements. tears were felt dotting your vision at being denied of your release, but you eventually quit crying when you realized zayne himself was the one who stopped you.

“z-zayne? i thought you were working overtime?”

his nostrils were flared while his glasses remained askew. he chooses not to answer you when he picks up your pliant form out of the depths of the water. you were given little choice but to hang on to him, wrapping your arms around his neck when he settles you on top of the counter.

putting aside his glasses, he immediately kneels down before you, spreading your legs before surging toward your aching cunt. the moment you felt his mouth completely surrounding your center, you toss your head back in response with your fingers automatically delving into his hair-

surrendering yourself completely to zayne as he worshipped your body.

your boyfriend had been gone for a while, picking up something for dinner as you lay back against the headboard of your shared bed. you tried to focus on the movie that was playing on your screen, yet the lingering scent of xavier’s cologne settled on his pillow had become a great distraction for you.

letting out a sigh, you figured xavier wouldn’t be back anytime soon, taking a hold of his pillow as you found a better way to pass time. taking off your shorts and panties, you press your naked sex against his plush pillow, feeling the sensation of your hardened clit catching on to the soft fabric.

a moan escapes from your parted lips when you began to shamelessly ride the pillow, basking in the hedonistic friction while lifting a hand to grip at one of your breasts. while you squeezed your chest, you felt the pleasure increase by a tenfold, now panting desperately as you eagerly chased your high.

and when you felt that familiar snap happen within your abdomen, you let out a sigh of relief. getting off of his pillow, you felt the blood rush to your cheeks upon seeing the wet stain against the pillow.

“remind me to never wash that pillow ever again.”

you nearly fell off the bed upon hearing xavier’s voice. “x-xavier, how long had you been home for?”

“long enough to see yourself getting off on my pillow instead of me.” a dark expression was settled within his gaze when he tossed aside the takeout bags on his desk, climbing on top of the bed as he hovers over you.

you swallow thickly, recognizing the look in his eyes that indicated that he was jealous-

which meant that you were in for a long night.

you didn’t expect to feel this good when you bought yourself a little toy, attaching it to the marble flooring of your boyfriend’s bathroom as you eagerly bounced up and down the girthy cock.

honestly, you felt deprived of your lover ever since he left on that business trip weeks ago. somehow, the nightly video calls and text messages sent throughout the day wasn’t enough for you-

and you found yourself in your current situation, imagining yourself riding rafayel as you used the dildo to ease your aching need for him. you were so caught up in how amazing it all felt that you didn’t notice the figure looming over you.

“cutie… you’re breaking my heart over here.”

you frown a bit, thinking that it was simply your mind playing tricks on you. you thought you heard rafayel beside you, and you used the sound of his voice to speed up your movements-

only to gasp when you felt someone picking you up, moving you off of that toy cock as you were suddenly met with rafayel’s pouting face. “r-rafe! y-you came back- hah!”

you let out a broken moan when rafayel gives your ass a hard smack! “don’t you dare rafe me when you’ve made me so jealous, princess. and just who gave you permission to use a cock that wasn’t mine?” his gaze darkens as he presses your naked center against the tent forming in the front of his pants.

your breathing hitches at the sudden sensation, making you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist as you pressed yourself even closer to him. “however… i will say that seeing you so needy for me, breathing out my name while bouncing up and down that ridiculous toy made me feel a bit generous.” sliding down his pants and boxers with one hand, rafayel freed his erection for a few seconds before thrusting his cock into you.

you saw stars and nearly came, with rafayel moving you up and down his cock. clinging to him with a desperation, you clenched your eyes shut, allowing the lemurian to make up for lost time as your moans echoed throughout the room.

it was laundry day, and you decided to wash both yours and your boyfriend’s clothes. going into his hamper, your eyes went wide upon seeing his hoodie settled at the top.

his scent was wafting off of the familiar jacket, sending you in a trance-like state when you slowly began to peel off your clothes. once you were left bare, you put on his hoodie, allowing his scent to surround you. leaning back against the bed, you spread your legs and slid a finger into your slick walls, pumping them in and out of your center while tossing your head back in response.

red hot pleasure courses through you, and you give your swollen clit a gentle pinch while playing with your aching nipples. your moans echo throughout the room, and you were so close to reaching your climax when a low whistle makes you stiffen.

“damn baby… is this what you do when i’m at work?”

your eyes immediately open, mouth going dry when caleb enters the bedroom, still dressed in his farspace colonel uniform. adjusting his suit, caleb manages to pick you up while laying back in bed at the same time. amusement was seen within his violet eyes, with you settled on his waist as he admires your naked body barely hidden beneath his jacket.

his touch was filled with reverence when he plays with the ends of his hoodie, pulling it up slightly to see your perky nipples, allowing the image to further send a rush of blood directly to his cock. a rich chuckle was heard coming from your colonel when he tells you,

“i’ve got to say, seeing you in my clothes is doing a lot of things to me. so why don’t you show me what you can do and give me a ride instead?”

end notes: barkbarkbarkbarkbarkbark 🤤

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[hepdenerose]

Saturday Belles (Nutclough and Colden)

May started fine but health and commitments prevented outings until a damp and grey Saturday when we succeeded in a trip to Nutclough before more drizzle descended. Plenty of bluebells en route, a clump at the corner of Mason Street were particularly lovely, as we told the woman whose garden it was. On The Buttress, two women doing selfies were more interested in admiring each other than the…

[vaspider]

Every time I look at my canning-specific ladle, I get a little overwhelmed about how much thought went into it, and how beautiful it is for such a simple thing.

It has a little hook on the back, so you can hang it off the edge of the pot, and it doesn't get your stove messy or your ladle contaminated with stovetop germs.

It has a pointy front that gets right into the bottom corner of the pot so you can scrape out the last bits of salsa or jam.

It's got pouring spouts on either side, so left or right handed people can easily use it.

If you fill it right to the top, it holds exactly enough to fill a half-pint jar with 1/4" head space, the correct amount of head space for most water bath recipes.

It's pretty! It's red and white! Look at this pretty red scoop with its pretty white handle!

The person or people who designed this object did so with deep knowledge and understanding of the process of canning food. They made it beautiful and functional. This and its matching funnel are probably literally the best $25 I've ever spent on any hobby.

But I'm really just overwhelmed about how much thought went into this simple object.

Aren't people neat?