#bikini bottom inquirer

[spongebob-connoisseur]

Perch caught in 4K

[starscreamfireworks]

BIKINI BOTTOM INQUIRER 3 IS OUT!!!!!!!

and guess who's on the perch phone!!!!!! eheheheh!!!

JUST GOT AROUND TO WATCHING IT !!

one thing i noticed was that last time, the subtitles didn’t fit, so i thought they would be the subtitles for this episode, but nope! so i guess they either scrapped that script because it was accidentally revealed, or it means they have a bunch of different episodes already mapped out. if that IS the case, it means we won’t have any episodes off schedule!

and onto the actual episode, i love Perch just getting fed up with Squilliam at this point lmao. he calls into the news every single day JUST to talk shit about Squidward, and Perch is getting tired of it

the lore with Lurch Lurkins continues… will he find his family, or will Perch forever make jokes at his expense?

[perchwife]

hello it’s me again

[hyperfunnyblog]

perch perkins more like uhhhhhh uhhhhhhhhhhhh perch POOPkins

[not-wikied-sexyperson-brawl]

Perch Perkin's Info Post.

Jumin Han's Info Post.

[vath-and-such-vinluv-s-stuff]

@spitaroo "It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a child."

[loves4ge]

tattoo artist!au, cw: partial nudity, mdni

choso can feel his heart stutter in his chest, bumping against his ribcage. god, who just walked in? the pen he's using to draw in his tablet clatters to the ground, though he can't be bothered to pick it up because he is too busy staring at you.

oh, you, with your lovely little dress hitching near the middle of your thigh. strappy sandals and painted nails, you have him hooked. the parlor is dimly lit and smells of ink and paper and alcohol. the kind that's used for cleaning wounds and not the one that you get drunk on with your friends on friday nights. he doesn't even hear your words and you have to repeat them.

"sorry, what did you say?" he sounds out of breath despite not doing any physical exertion. and you grin, that smile would put the sun to shame.

"that's alright. i wanted to get a tattoo but i wasn't sure if you accepted walk-ins?" you trail off towards the end in an inquiring tone. you know that they don't. it's their pinned post on social media.

he does not accept walk-ins. "sure we do, what do you have in mind?"

your eyes brighten, grinning even wider, and choso thinks he might just die and go to heaven right now. he can't stop glancing at you when you show him the designs on your phone.

"where do you want it done?" he asks at the end, opening a blank page on his tablet to finalize a design. you can't help but observe him, leaning over the counter, hair in two twin ponytails and eyeliner done to perfection.

"i was thinking my hip? like if i wore a bikini, i want the tattoo to be partially obscured by the bikini bottoms." choso thinks he may as well have short-circuited with the speed his brain is malfunctioning. you notice his delayed response and almost cooed. he's shy.

this isn't the first time a client has asked for a tattoo in a risqué position, and he's never batted an eye at nudity either. but he's entirely unsure of himself when you strip down to your panties (you ended up taking off the short dress, though you did wear a cami underneath it), and he's thinking maybe he does have a problem with nudity after all (most people call this problem an erection, but choso's not that crude).

"you're gonna have to pull it aside, or i can cut it off." he doesn't specify which part, and now your eyes widen.

swallowing thickly, you ask, "what do you mean?" you know what he means, but you sort of hope he meant something else.

"the side of your underwear, we can just cut a slit—oh," he understands what his previous sentence sounded like when he sees your face contort into disbelief and then promptly dissolve into relief.

he doesn't look at you directly, "sorry, i don't know why i said that. it's, oh god, sorry to make you uncomfort—" he's cut off by your words of understanding.

"it's my fault really. i swear i'm not uncomfortable. really, choso." oh, the money he'd pay to hear his name leave your lips again.

"…if you say so. i'll use the scissors now, if that's okay?" you nod, smiling to encourage him. god knows he needs no encouragement to cut off your panties. there's silence in the parlor except for the sound of fabric being cut. he hands you a small towel to cover whatever you need to, but you just place it to the side. you know what you're doing. choso isn't sure if you're an angel or the devil.

he makes sure his ponytails aren't loose and puts on some nitrile gloves, black like his hair. you're wondering if you should break the silence, make some small talk, put the boy out of his misery, or just let the tension simmer.

"i really like the face tattoo thing you've got going on." he snaps up to look at you, then immediately reddens. his fingers hover above the black stripe across his face.

"yeah?"

"mhm." you lift your hand, thumbing his cheek where the tattoo ends. he's still the entire time.

you'd be the death of him.

with careful hands, he sanitizes the part of your hip where the tattoo would go on. he may have taken a little bit longer than usual, his fingertips pressing into your skin with the thin layer of an alcohol wipe acting as a barrier. your skin is soft, and he wants to grip your hips more actively. without the façade of a tattooist doing his job.

you're not feeling calm anymore, and in a sudden fit of unadvised decision-making, you grab choso's wrist (this choice was not peer-reviewed by your groupchat, but at the moment you find it in yourself that you don't really care). he startles but doesn't say anything.

"i'm nervous," you murmur. he instantly softens, melts, and reaches out to grab your shoulder in a sort of platonic 'i'm there for you' way. you're not planning to be platonic.

"that's alright lovely, everybody gets nervous before tattoos. it's more common than you think. would you like water?" his voice is soothing, and the way his lips move. you know what you need. you know what would calm you down.

"i know another way we can get rid of my nerves."

"mm, how so?"

"kiss me."

he almost chokes. he looks at your dead serious expression.

he is so fucked.

[misserabella]

the farmer’s daughter

dbsf! abby x fem! reader

summary; abby knew it was wrong to like you. you were her best friend’s daughter. but she couldn’t help it.

cw; +18 minors dni!, reader isn’t shy!!!, nudity, body worshipping, kissing, begging, tit and nipple play, oral sex (r receiving), praise, use of nicknames instead of y/n, hair pulling…

she knows she shouldn’t. you’re her best friend’s daughter. but she couldn’t help herself.

it was a hot july afternoon. the sun was bathing her freckled skin and broad exposed shoulders. sweat was running down her face in salty droplets that she swiped away before they could reach her sky blue eyes.

she had been helping her best friend for hours on his farm, soiling the ground for the autumn and helping him out with some oil and tire changes for his truck.

“some lemonade?”

and there you were. in your denim short jumpsuit with just a mere bikini underneath. you were a sight for sore eyes. with tanned skin exposed for her hungry ones.

“thanks honey.” you father gave you a smile as he took one of the glasses being offered, gulping down the sweet iced lemonade.

“thanks.” abby said, taking the other, and you gave her a nectar grin.

“i’m going to the lake for a little bit with laura.” you informed your father, who nodded.

“okay, you two be careful out there, yeah? don’t wantcha drowning.” he ordered in his deep accent. you snickered.

“i would never.” you gave her a soft kiss on his sweaty cheek. “good luck with your truck!” you quickly waved as you ran towards the field, where your friend was waiting for you, towels in hand.

abby watched you go, your beautiful hair waving against the wind and shining under the sun. what she’d do for a kiss of your lips…

“sweet isn’t it?” you father inquired, tasting the lemonade you’d made for them, although abby was not really thinking about the lemonade when she answered.

“yeah. real sweet.”

-

when you got back to your house, your father was nowhere to be seen.

abby was in the kitchen, drinking a cold beer to fight the warmth of the summer.

you were dripping wet, your clothes and towel hanging on your arm as your drenched hair let droplets fall onto the skin of your chest.

“where’s dad?” you inquired, leaving your things on the kitchen table and opening the fridge, bending over to retrieve some lemonade.

“went out to the market. said he needed to buy some stuff.” she said, her eyes roaming your body; the arch of your back, the nipples poking through the top of your bikini, your perfect little ass… abby gulped down another mouthful of her beer, feeling the heat of the summer on her throat.

you hummed. “probably ingredients for dinner. he’s been craving my meatloaf.” you smiled at her, jar in hand.

you took a glass and poured some of the lemonade in it, hurriedly gulping it down in a frenzy. desperate.

abby seemed amused. “thirsty?” you hummed, finishing down your drink and spilling some of it down your chest. if your skin would be sweet before, now it could make her teeth rot.

“it’s so hot outside.” you gasped. abby’s eyes followed the droplets as they found your cleavage.

she shook her head, taking a cloth from the counter to walk over you and press it against your chest. “so clumsy…” you looked up at her, into her ocean eyes, feeling your heart beat faster at her closeness. abigail anderson, your father’s best friends since you could remember. 6,3ft of pure muscle and inches of blonde braided hair that reminded you of the wheat your father reaped. she was strong, kind, intelligent and really, really attractive. your eyes roamed her face, the scar on her left cheek, the little freckles that have shown on her nose due to the sun, her long eyelashes, her supple pink lips…

“sorry…” you muttered, unconsciously biting on your bottom one. her eyes followed the motion, quickly returning to your eyes.

she pulled away, clearing her throat. “you’re drenched.” she said. “your father would kill you if he saw you wetting the floor.” you chuckled.

“you’re right.” and that’s when a glorious idea came to your mind. you turned around pulling your hair to your front to expose the laces of your neck and back. “do you mind?” you looked over your shoulder at her, and abby frowned. before she realized what you wanted her to do.

“oh… sure.” she said with a cough, coming up from behind you. you felt your skin rose in goosebumps when her fingertips graced your skin, holding onto the strings of the bow of your back before slowly pulling. she gulped. slowly undoing it. you took a deep breath, standing still, your heart deafening. once it’s strings were hanging by your sides, abby slowly moved to the one surrounding your neck. the time she took to get it undone seemed to stretch out. abby’s tongue wetted her lips. she could feel her stomach churning, her hands shaking. you felt the top fall. you didn’t even bother to catch it, letting it slide down your navel, exposing your supple breasts and perky nipples.

you slowly turned once again, the piece of clothing abandoned at your feet. and abby felt like she couldn’t breath, faced with your nudity. with your beautiful exposed skin. your cheeks were reddish under her gaze. you felt small and delicate under it. as if you could break. maybe you wanted it.

“what are you doing?” she breathed out, her throat dry.

“you don’t like it?” you muttered, and she quickly let you know it was nothing like that.

“no, no… it’s just…” she sighed. “you shouldn’t be… we shouldn’t be…” but again, you were looking at her with those pretty doe eyes, offering yourself in a silver platter for her to devour. and abby was a weak woman. “fuck it.” she growled, shortening the distance that stood between the two of, cupping your plush cheeks with her warm hands to bring your lips to hers. it was devastating. how they felt. soft. sweet and sour.

you hummed, your back arching against her as you got on your tiptoes to reach her lips. she tasted like beer, and cigarettes, salty due to the sweat that coated her skin. fresh pines engulfed your senses as you pulled on her braided locks. her tongue pressed against your lips in invitation, and you opened up for her, moaning on her mouth. she pressed against you until you were against the kitchen counter, her hands leaving your face to slowly drift down your neck to your shoulders, elbows, hips, and lastly your thighs, pulling you up the cold surface. you gasped as it made contact with your skin. or maybe it was her hands on your waist, the same hands that now were hungrily kneading at your breasts, fingers tweaking your hardened nipples. you whimpered when she left your lips, her mouth leaving wet kisses down your neck.

“abby…” you breathed out, her name tasting like honey on your lips. “please.” it was as if your words had power over her, one simple plea and she was down on her knees for you, dying to worship you like some kind of god. you stared at her from above, as she looked at you through her blonde lashes. her hands were on top of your thighs, shaking in need to touch you in places no one has ever touched you before.

you opened your legs for her. a silent invitation as your hands went to the strings of your bikini bottom, pulling at the laces on your hips until it was loose, barely hiding you from her. but not for long, ‘cause you were pulling at the piece of clothing to drop it on the floor, where your top laid.

“fuck…” the blonde cursed at the sight of you, at the sight of your sticky folds, exposed twitching leaking hole and your puffy reddish clit. the next curse that filled the air came from your lips as her own wrapped around that throbbing bundle of nerves, her hands pushing your thighs over her strong exposed shoulders for a better angel.

“shit, abby… yes, just like that, please…” your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your jaw falling slack as a pant left your lungs. her tongue was hungrily lapping at your slick, she was starved, yet slow. she wanted this moment to last, maybe for ever. your fingers pushed in between her golden locks, tugging her closer and making her groan.

“ hmm god.” she hummed. “taste so good, baby…” there were fireworks behind your eyelids as your back arched. this was heaven, and you were a sinner for wanting her this bad. abby didn’t mind being one too.

you’re sweet as honey as you drip down her chin, as one of her fingers sink inside of you and you let out this moan that makes her believe you’re certainly an angel if not a god. something holy you must be. for her to push aside the guilt that making you hers brings down her shoulders, that sinks her down to her knees and makes her forget the fact that you’re her best friend’s daughter.

she crooks it up against your g spot, and the fireworks turn into stars.

abby feels like she’s been locked out of heaven for so long… but now, in between your legs, hearing you moan her name, she feels blessed, pure.

she adds another finger, and the stretch makes you cry out as she sucks on your clit. you’re close. and she knows.

“abby, i’m gonna… please don’t stop, please…”

and even if she wanted, she couldn’t. she wouldn’t. not when you beg her. when you plead so sweetly it’s making her rot.

“cum for me, honey. cum for me.” she looks drunk on you, pupils blown, lose strands of her hair sticking to her forehead and lips swollen and shiny on your slick.

and something you do is give it to her. in between moans and cries and whimpers you spill inside her mouth, body shaking in ecstasy.

and abby drinks it all up. scared. terrified. terrified that this would be the last time she will get to taste something as holy as you.

-

a/n; this does not mean my hiatus is over. i just wanted to post something. hope you like it.

[fandomnerd9602]

Beach Trip

Bambi!Wanda X reader 

You and your doe human hybrid mate Wanda had been together for about a month or so. It had been the best time of your life. Spending evenings with her in your arms and days working together at the sanctuary.

A certain event was coming up. One that Natasha had been planning for the whole hybrid sanctuary: a beach trip.

The idea of the trip both excited and terrified the young doe. On one hand, the two of you would be able to spend some time in a new place together. She could see it now, a walk on the beach against the setting sun. It made her heart flutter and her doe tail wiggle.

Her tail. That was the downside. You and her had never seen each other without a shirt or pj bottoms on. Wanda was still very self conscious about herself. She never showed you her little deer tail.

And if she was in a bikini like the one Natasha showed her, Wanda’s tail would be on full display. How would you react? Would you like it or would you be mortified that she had a tail?! Some many thoughts ran rampant in the doe’s mind.

She ran up to Natasha freaking out.

“What am I going to do?! My detka has never seen my tail before!”

Natasha simply held up a scarlet red bikini and tossed it to her pal.

“Then you show it off” Natasha smirked, “you’re beautiful, Wanda, every part of you. Don’t be ashamed of who you are”

Wanda couldn’t think straight. It was good advice but she just wasn’t ready.

So she decided to wear the scarlet red bikini. Well she’d wear it under a shirt and cargo shorts.

You and Wanda arrived at the beach with Natasha and the other workers and hybrids around the late afternoon. The sun was hot but the beach was nice and cool.

Wanda couldn’t help but admire the view. You nuzzle her and kiss her cheek.

“Great view, huh?” You inquired with a gentle smile.

“Yes” she giggled before turning to you as you were already stripping down to your own swim outfit. You kept yourself in pretty good shape, considering that you, Natasha and Yelena were often doing field missions to rescue other hybrids.

Wanda found herself staring at you, finding that view much more enticing.

“My doe?” You asked her, shaking her from her trance. Wanda couldn’t help but blush. You gave her antlers an affectionate caress.

“Huh?”

“Natasha’s calling to you,” you point out to Natasha who’s holding a frisbee.

“Hey lover girl!” Natasha called out, “just one round of frisbee!”

Wanda ran out giddy to play with her best friend and a couple of the other hybrids.

Wanda found herself lost in the moment. You were watching her adoringly. She always looked amazing when she felt so free.

Wanda also found herself growing hotter. The cargo shorts were a bad idea.

“I-I’m hot,” she complained.

“Maybe you should strip off the combat shorts and let your mate see your tail” Yelena chimed in.

“But what if-“ Wanda tried to argue but Natasha cut her off with a hand on the shoulder.

“(Y/N) loves you. Tail or not, that’ll never change.”

Wanda gave her friend an affirmative nod and walked over to you. You greeted her with a hug and a bottle of water.

“You played hard out there with the hybrids” you smiled at your mate.

“Detka I have something I need to show you. Please still love me,” she begged you. Her hands moved to the hem of her shorts. You weren’t quite sure what she was doing.

First her cargo shorts dropped to the sandy beach. You could see a hint of her scarlet red bikini. And then her fingers took a hold of her shirt and she took it off, leaving a beautiful goddess of a doe hybrid standing before you in scarlet red bikini glory.

“W-wow” was all you could say. She looks at you with those innocent yet pleading eyes.

“This is me. All of me.” She said before turning around and exposing her deer tail which popped out through a knitted hold in her bottom garment.

The tail itself was a reddish brown patch of fur which matched your mate’s gorgeous hair.

“I have a tail as you can see.” Wanda tried to be confident in your presence. “Please don’t be mad.”

“Why would I be mad, baby?” You gently turned her around and looked her in her emerald-hazelnut eyes. “It’s beautiful. It’s a part of you. Honestly I think it’s cute…like you”

“Really?” She giggled. You noticed that when she giggled, her tail gently shook a little. It was just yet another reason to love this girl before you.

“Would it be alright if I grabbed it?” You asked, joking a little.

Wanda gave you a little mischievous grin, “you have to catch me first!”

And with that your doe-human mate ran off down the beach, with you chasing after her. Wanda laughed and giggled as you chased her up and down the beach.

Natasha, observing the whole ordeal, simply shook her head and smiled, “I never knew (Y/N) to be a tail chaser.”

You and your mate spent the better part of the afternoon into the evening just enjoying your time on the beach together. Wanda counted herself blessed to have a mate who loved her for everything she was. And she loved you back just as much.

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[starscreamfireworks]

Soo in the second Bikini Bottom inquirer episode, the subtitles are mixed up, and they’re subtitles for a new episode that hasn’t been released yet!

These means that hopefully, the next episode will come out on schedule, and now we know what it’ll be about.

Most interesting to me… Squilliam makes an appearance in it again!!

He talks about (no big surprise) Squidward, and how he’s serving customers bottles of shampoo instead of drinks

I’m excited to see his return

[perchwife]

HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO BIKINI BOTTOM INQUIRER !!!!!!!!

[not-wikied-sexyperson-brawl]

Miss Frizzle's Info Post.

Raine Whispers' Info Post.

Perch Perkins' Info Post.

[rosyrosethorns]

(i wrote somethin. for mah fwiend @candyheartedchy. as an art trade owo)

(i wamted to do a short lil happily ever after sort of thing based on her “spongebob squarepants” s/i coraline no longer having to work for plankton and bein able to secure her relationship w/ spungbob as a result)

୨ ——- ♡ ——- ୧

The way both lovers’ faces lit up as the realization hit them was like a sunrise over the ocean floor… The Chum Bucket was no longer relevant to anyone in Bikini Bottom. And since Coral was not even affiliated with that establishment anymore…

They both wore beaming smiles as they embraced each other; Coral’s long sea-monster neck lowering as she touched the side of her face against Spongebob’s in an affectionate cheek rub. When they pulled away from the hug, they realized they both had tears in their eyes.

“Oh, Neptune,” Coral spoke in a brittle voice, “I didn’t think this day would come so soon…”

The sea sponge held her hands firmly in his own, wringing them a little in excitement as he stared up at her with big wet eyes. “It did,” he squeaked happily in response through the tears. “Like I said it would.”

… Their emotional moment was briefly interrupted by loud sobbing, causing them both to turn towards Patrick with blank expressions. “Patrick?” Spongebob even inquired after moment.

“I don’t know why we’re crying,” the simple-minded starfish confessed in a brittle voice. “I just wanted to be involved!”

As Patrick continued to weep loudly, Coral turned back to her lover with a lowered head and a more sheepish look.

“Though… I guess this also means I’m gonna have to go job hunting now,” she confessed… though, to her surprise, the sea sponge grabbed both sides of her face as he squished her cheeks.

“Job hunting?! Why would you need to go job hunting?!” Spongebob was simultaneously eager and encouraging. “Come to the Krusty Krab!—we can get you a job on the spot!”

“… But… what about Mister Krabs?—He—He might not trust me still…”

“I’ll recommend you!! I’ll vouch for you!! I’ll wring some sense into him to make him believe in you if I have to!!” the passionate sponge replied as the waterworks came back on. “After however long we’ve had a road block in our relationship, I don’t want to ever be kept away from you again!!” He started wailing, the tears streaming from his eyes like a waterfall as he hugged the sea monster tight, one last sentence escaping him between sobs: “I LOVE YOU, CORAL!!”

… These affirmations made Coraline melt as she felt her own tears returning, hugging Spongebob back as she replied with a soft smile and a small voice: “I love you too…”

[ihearthes]

Beachin' Sex

Author: @ihearthes

Pairing: Harry x Reader Insert (2nd person)

Rating: Smut (NSFW, 18+ Only)

Word Count: 2400

With the first drops of icy cold water on the heated skin of your bare back, you screech, “HARRY! That’s cold!” His infectious, childlike giggle flits away in the warm Bahama breeze. Using your arms to prop up, you turn your head and glare at him. Shaking himself like a puppy, Harry laughs as the droplets land on your towel, in the sand, and, naturally, on you. 

This trip to the Beach House on Musha Cay is to celebrate the six month anniversary of your first date, and still Harry takes your breath away every day. Gazing at him now through your sunglasses, you shield your eyes from the bright sun while surveying his naked torso. The water pulled his swim trunks low, and his happy trail framed by those laurels makes your lady parts tingle. Plucking the sunscreen from its spot in the sand, Harry kneels next to you as he opens the bottle and squirts some on your back. 

“Whale, hello there. Turning a little pink here, babe,” he murmurs, as he starts to massage the lotion into your shoulders. 

“Mmmmmm,” you sigh, relaxing once more, laying your head on your folded arms, rolling your eyes with his newest pun. You might doze off if he continues this smooth motion over your skin. His long, elegant fingers glide along your muscles, kneading until the lotion is fully absorbed. As he finishes your back, he shifts, adding sunscreen to your calves and feet, massaging those too. Oh, yes. This is definitely heaven on earth. 

Harry starts humming one of his newer tunes as he works his way up your calves to your thighs, and the sensual strokes have a different effect on you now. Sighing as his hands move closer to the apex of your thighs, you slide your legs apart just a bit. 

“I hope you make sure all of my body parts are covered with lotion, Harry,” you purr, “Wouldn’t want any important bits to get sunburned. 

The humming and movement of his hands stops abruptly, and you lift your head to see what’s happened. But then his hand wanders there -- to that place where your wetness concentrates, and you lower your head once more, stifling a groan of pleasure.

Harry’s husky voice floats to you, “Guess we don’t want you to burn here either,” as his hand dips under the waist of your bikini bottoms. You shiver at his touch on your ass, and he starts humming again as he continues to massage your glutes; only it’s more of a caress now. Your legs drift further apart as Harry’s long fingers start to dip closer to your core. 

Unwittingly, a moan escapes, and you want to shift around to face your boyfriend, but he has other ideas as he splays one hand on your back to hold you down, carefully removing your bikini bottoms. You squirm at the air on your exposed flesh, and then cry out when you feel Harry’s tongue. You’re still on your stomach, and Harry is kneeling between your splayed legs, licking your wet entrance from front to back. 

“Ahhhhhaaaahhaa,” you giggle and squeal at the sensation. When he starts to suckle your clit, you bend your knees, extending your naked ass into the air to give him better access. Inside you are melting, getting wetter the closer you get to your orgasm. You’ve had enough of this, though. You want to watch him, so you throw one leg over his shoulder as you twist onto your back. Harry barely pauses, reaching up to grab your breast and knead it while his mouth continues to work on you. 

His soft lips kiss your pussy as his tongue dips into you. The panting noise you hear is distracting until you realize it’s coming from you. A whimper escapes as he latches onto your clit, flicking it with his tongue. Grabbing at his hair, you try to pull him further into you, but you’re unsuccessful, as he backs out, sliding a finger along your thigh. 

As you feel his finger approach, you also realize that it’s covered in sand. Abrasive sand. Itchy sand. Sitting up abruptly, you back away in horror. 

“What?” Harry inquires, heavy-lidded, “You were so close.” 

Wrapping your arms around your knees, you stare at his hands with those glorious fingers. “Sand, Harry. That’s what. I don’t think I want sand in my intimate parts.” It pains you to say this, as you truly were close to a mind-blowing climax. At least you assume it would be mind-blowing. After all, it’s Harry. 

He’s pouting, turning to grab your bikini bottoms which are covered in sand as well since he threw them to the side off the towel. Shaking your head, you grab the offensive item, stuffing it into your beach bag. Thank goodness this beach is as private as can be, and your little cottage is just a few steps away. 

As he stands, you notice that he has also been affected by your little sunscreen adventure. The outline of his cock is clearly visible through his pink trunks, and you smirk. Fluidly standing in front of him, you trace the shape with your fingernail as Harry draws in a deep breath, his eyes locking on yours. 

“It’s too sandy out here,” he croaks, wrapping his hand around yours to halt your measured movement over his length. 

You giggle. When he looks at you with a cocked eyebrow, you start singing, “Sandy, can’t you see? I’m in misery. We made a start. Now we’re apart. There’s nothing left for me.” 

Harry joins in on the second line, and the two of you belt out the ballad from “Grease” at the top of your lungs here on a beach in the Bahamas, one of you naked, the other clearly aroused in pink swim trunks. You dissolve into laughter just before the chorus, and Harry captures your mouth in a hot, wet kiss, dipping his tongue assertively into your mouth where you can taste remnants of yourself. Suckling his tongue, you interlace fingers with his, pulling his arms around your back, bringing you in closer proximity to his manhood. And suddenly you’re desperate for him again. This won’t do. The sand is still here, and you’re not quite ready to go back inside yet. 

Breaking away from him, you toss your sunglasses to the side and run to the water, yelling “ Better than a cold shower any day!” The warm water envelops you within a few steps where the sand fades away. You hear Harry splashing behind you, so you screech and try to swim faster, but his workouts and his regular time in the icy waters of Hampstead Heath pond have made him the stronger swimmer. It’s not long before he’s grasped you around the leg, pulling you back towards him. Squealing in laughter, you allow him to reel you in. It’s only when you wrap your legs around him that you realize he’s ditched his swim trunks as well so that you are both skinny dipping in this beautiful blue water. 

With your legs enveloping his waist, the desire you had previously abandoned returns with a vengeance, and you want him inside you. Now. Immediately. 

“Is that an eel between your legs or are you happy to see me?” you attempt a seductive, growling voice. Instead, you can barely keep a straight face. 

Harry, who is always full of puns, sings, “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s a moray.”

When you groan, Harry grins wider, “You’re going to damage my moray-eel if you don’t laugh.”

Rolling your eyes, you giggle, “I would laugh if they were good puns.”

“Are you shore they aren’t good ones?” he implores. “Water boat we have seafood for dinner?” 

There’s only one way to shut him up when he’s in a punny mood, and you aren’t afraid to use the technique. Nibbling gently at his lips, you whisper, “Water boat you fuck me now?”

Instantly, his laughter stops as his eyes darken. Swimming backwards towards the beach, Harry bounces you higher around his waist so that your breasts are out of the water. Wrapping his lips around your right breast, he applies gentle suction, and your head tilts back to look up at the bright cloudless sky as you pull his wet hair and moan out loud. 

The water buoys you, so Harry is able to hold you with one hand while the other tweaks your nipple, and you wince. “Careful, H. You’ve got four of those I can torture.”

You wish you could take him in your mouth right now, but drowning to give him a blowie doesn’t seem like a good idea. Instead, you release your legs from their death grip so that you can grasp his cock in your hand, stroking it a few times while it grows in your hand. Now it’s Harry’s turn to take in the bright azure sky overhead as he exposes his throat to you, clearly enjoying the feel of your hand on him. The salty water is a terrible lubricant, though, and your hand can’t quite glide over him like you both prefer. Plus every time you get positioned, a wave comes upon you, pushing you in a different direction. You feel like crying with frustration. 

“Harrrrryyyy,” you whine, “I’m so horny, and this water isn’t cooperating.”

Shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts, he focuses on you, “I would agree, my love.” In the manliest way possible, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, his palm resting on your butt as he exits the ocean. You’ve got quite the nice view of his terribly pale ass, and you can’t resist a little bite right there as you’re being jostled. 

Harry yelps, bypassing your towels and beach bag as he continues towards the cottage. You squeal at this display of masculinity from your guy. Luckily the french doors to the bedroom have been left over to capture the breeze, so Harry easily stalks in and tosses you onto the bed. 

“Fuck, Harry!” you laugh, “The duvet is getting soaked with salt water.”

“For what we’re paying for this place,” Harry easily responds, “They can buy new linens.”

His eyes darken, and you notice that the tip of his cock is leaking with his need. Licking your lips, you turn over on your stomach and stalk towards where he stands. Taking his length in your hand, you lick off the pre-cum before deepthroating him as best you can. With this angle, it’s hard to do, so you compensate by combining hand motions with the suction of your lips as you give him the blowie you’d wanted to give him earlier. It’s not long, though, before he’s thrusting his hips into your mouth, and you know he’s getting close. 

Pulling away from him, you crab walk backwards on the bed, making eye contact with him in the most erotic way possible. Climbing onto the bed behind you, Harry grins, sliding forward with his arms wrapped around your thighs. “Just need one more taste, babe,” he slithers closer to you, and you’re not sure you can stand his tongue again, so you move to close your legs. But Harry is having none of that, using his steel hands to stop you, widening the gap, wrapping one leg around his shoulder as he leans in, blowing on your pussy before his tongue ventures out, lapping at your core. 

You scream, and your hips ride his face, bucking off of the bed. “Harry! I’m going to come. Please come with me! I need you inside me. NOW.”

At your tone, Harry abandons his meal, sliding up your body to kiss your breasts slowly. “So gorgeous, love, and so ready for me.”

He’s taking his time, and you’re torn apart with the edging of the last hour. “Fuck me, Harry. Fuck me now, or you’ll be sleeping on the beach tonight.”

With hooded eyes, Harry gazes at your nipples, whispering to them, “I’ll be back, pretty ones.”

Conquering your mouth with his, he thrusts inside of you without warning, swallowing your cry with his tongue. The sensation of him filling you up when you’ve been so desperate for him is overwhelming, and when he doesn’t move while he fucks your mouth with his tongue, you try to force him by bucking your hips up into him. But it’s no good. He’s stronger than you, and you cannot move. Well, shit. If you can’t force him to move, maybe you can force him deeper inside of you, so you wrap your legs around his waist again, and you feel him slide further into you. 

Wrenching his mouth from yours, Harry pants, “What the fuck? Damn. I’m so…..fuck….”

With that incoherent thought, Harry starts moving inside of you. You’ve captured his eyes with yours. Threading his hands through yours, Harry traps both sets of hands over your head, thrusting steadily as you watch him. The sensation is excruciating as he slides along your walls, fucking you quickly. Suddenly, he stops again, and you move your hips to maintain the rhythm that was bringing you closer to your ultimate release. 

“Harrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyy….” you whine once more. 

But you don’t have time to say more than that as Harry begins slower, more powerful thrusts into you. You need more. Just as this thought enters your brain, you feel the muscles start to bunch and clench. Harry adjusts his angle, turning you both sideways, and you are astounded at how different that simple adjustment feels. Biting your lip, you fight for Harry to release one of your hands; when he does, you use it to stroke his jaw, continuing the eye contact. 

“I fucking love you, Harry Styles, more than there are waves in the ocean. More than there are grains of saaaannnnnnnddddd…” you whisper just as your orgasm overtakes you, and Harry shoots his streams into you, coating your walls as he grunts, “Love you more.” 

Wave after wave of exhilaration swamp you as Harry continues to fuck you through your orgasm, allowing you to ride the crest. 

As you both descend from your high, Harry looks at you, and you know he’s about to drop another really bad pun. Grinning so big that his dimple looks deeper than the ocean you were just swimming in, he laughs, “Water you doing tomorrow at this same time?”

Pausing for dramatic effect, you lean over him as you simultaneously move to straddle him. “You,” you whisper, as your grin disappears and you nibble at his lips. 

“Good answer,” he sighs, capturing your mouth with his, “I’m sure I’ll be feeling nauti.”

[everlythequestionabletomboy]

UPDATE LOG 4.2.3 MASTERLIST

Beyond this is the things they added to the 4.2.3 upd of DoL

Please send me an ask if you want me to add something or I missed one

Images/stories I still need

SPRITES

PC SPRITE

Bodytypes

Masc., Fem., and Andro.

Chest/breast sprites

Made the breasts have better visibility

Flattest chest size looks flatter on combat sprite

Added breast sprites to lace nightgown, virgin killer, ball gown, evening gown, open shoulder sweater, pink nurse, plastic nurse, skimpy lolita outfits, open shoulder crop top

TATTOOS

Tattoo Parlour

Any unlocked bodywriting can be turned into a tattoo, even if it's not on the PC

Island

New Triangle, Square, and Circle tattoos [look at the Island page for more info]

HAIR

New

All down

Fishtail braid (left, right, twins)

Half-up

Ribbon tail sides

Low tail

Thick ponytail

Reworked

None

FRINGE

New

Short air vents

Side pinned

Dreadlocks bun

Emo/Emo Left/Emo Right

Reworked

Ruffled

CLOTHES

Outfits

Traditional Maid Dress

Victorian Maid Dress

Shrine Maiden Robes

Virgin Killer Dress

Halter Sundress

Leather Dress

Upper

Cat hoodie

Ao dai Top

School cardigan

School blouse

Polo shirt

Color block crop top

Band t-shirt

Boxy t-shirt

Remade Serafuku

Classic Serafuku

Gakuran

Lower

Ao dai trousers

Plaid school skirt

Plaid school trousers

Plaid school shorts

School pinafore

Plaid school pinafore

Wide leg trousers

Straight leg trousers

Yoga pants

Jean miniskirt

Dolphin shorts

Under outfits

Turtleneck Leotard

Under upper

None 😔

Under lower

Tie Side Bikini Bottoms

Highwaisted microkini bottoms

Legs

Sheer Leggings

Stripped kneesocks

Patterned dress socks

Polka dot socks

Sports socks

Rib-knit socks

Rib-knit ankle socks

Feet

Canvas Loafers

ACCESSORIES

Hats

Hairpins (butterfly + star)

Conical hat

Raccoon cap

Fur cap

Bat beanie

Mini pumpkin

Face

Gas Mask

Doggy Muzzle

Eyepatch

Medical Eyepatch

Monocle

Neck

Love Locket

Fur boa

Hands

Work gloves

ICONS ADDED

Locations

Temple garden, moor, farmlands, temp office, altar, secret path, the churchyard, the dilapidated shop, Eden's cabin, brothel stage [pt1]

Garden plots, stream, gloryhole, park fountain, asylum, sea rocks, waterfall, thicket, Great Hawk's nest, and perch [pt 2]

Rainwater pool, Eden's bed, lake campsite, fishing rock, archaeological field office, Remy's Estate, Great Hawk's tower, Ruins,

Animals

Black Dog

Actions

Riding a horse, question mark for inquires, searching for pots in lake, excersizing/hobbling in heels, gliding, entering town, searching for a mark, praying, and renting a stall [pt 1]

Getting in/out/refusing rides, trick or treating, sitting on the school stump, diving, descending/ascending in water, leaving water, and fixing Eden's cabin [pt 2]

Digging, showering, practise shooting, undo bindings, daydreaming, tilling, watching TV, chatting, singing, and plundering [pt 3]

Making tops/bottoms out of seaweed, meditating, relaxing

Events

Trial of purity

Clothes

Patient gown

Items

Milk, breast milk, chicken eggs, truffles, temple pew, dog treat, bronze key, library desk, soap [pt1]

Lichen, cosmetics, small/medium/large/huge exotic/huge decor fish tanks, auto feeder, tank decor, and sewer safe [pt 2]

Antique watch, grass, antique crystal, scrap, stimulants, torch, fertiliser, antique candlestick, rubble, and mud [pt 3]

Spiderwebs [pt 4]

Objects

Salves, sink, computer, rug, broom, dustpan, gift boxes, wolf chew toy, padlock [pt 1]

Cash register, Eden's valentine's day gift, Eden's coatstand, condom vending machine [pt 2]

Tending

Milk

Breast milk

Chicken eggs

Truffles

Ghostshrooms

"Take all"

Shop

Fetish collar icon is updated

LOCATION ART

Pirate ship

Island

Old Church

Sepulchre

Dilapidated Shop

Meadow

GAME MECHANICS

WORLD MECHANICS

Settings

"Split by Gender Apperance" changed to "Set/Ignore Sexual Orientation

Crime

Split into 10 categories; Assault, Coercion, Destruction of Property, Indecent Exposure, Obstruction of Justice, Prostitution, Resisting Arrest, Thievery, Petty Thievery, and Trespassing.

Crimes the PC has commited would be read out before punishment

Can adjust each crime in the cheat menu

Can view the crime stats in the stat menu

PARASITES

Ear Slime

Added an event that prevents PC to wear under lower garments, unless given directly to them

Sleeping event at Alex's farm

Sleeping event if you study at school naked

Alternate abduction event at the dog pound

At Remy's Farm, it would attempt to force you on all fours and eat grass

May force you to have sex with dolphins

Ear slime tasks are now in the Journal menu

Clit Parasite

Alternative masturbation options if PC has a clit parasite

MASTURBATION

Skip Button

Added a skip button that brings you to the next orgasm

PREGNANCY

Alex the Farmer

Avaliable pregnancy candidate [+more]

Crossdressing Fame

Can lower fame more if seen as a female are pregnant

Paternity Test

Option to do it at the Hospital

SHOPS

Hide Option

Can now choose to hide unavailable items in the shop

FEATS

New

Gilded Spear

Lost World

Face of a Guardian

Wild Monarch

Naturalised

Prehistoric Landscape

SOFT BAD ENDNG

The Island

How to enter, how to escape [+more]

UI

Stats

Sensitivity values can be viewed in the "Extra Stats" tab under "Characteristics"

Options

Confirmation dialouge appears when you try to exit/refresh the page [is on by default in ironman mode]. Can toggle it in the Advanced tab

CHEAT MENU

Clothes

Destroy, repair, dry, and drench clothes at once is added

Visuals

Breast and Cum Values have been replaced with sliders

Pregnancy

More additional options for pregnancy cheats

Teleport

Farmland tp is added

ENCOUNTERS

Double Penetration

Unique cum images is added

Anal

Improved xray sprites

Lower Underwear

Able to pull it to the side during encounters

EVENTS

Hitchiking

"Driving Lesson"

Pillory

Rimming and Watersports outcomes

Whipping and buttplug outcomes

Blackjack

Rimming outcomes

Spa

Rimming outcomes

Car Sex

NPCs will ask if PC needs to be dropped off anywhere after

Chalet

Prostitution opt. added

WARDOBE

Wardrobe Outfit Editor

Added a random color option

Filters

Warmth filter is added

LOCATIONS

ORPHANAGE

Whitney can upgrade the Loft

SCHOOL

Mason

Repeatable scene where he unlocks the chastity belt Winter put on you

Untying your bonds before swim class generates slightly random dialouge

Changing Rooms

PCs thoughts of being in the wrong changing room are more diverse, changes based on Crossdressing Rep

PC is no longer rejected immediately when looking like the opposite gender and is given weird stares and comments

Crossdressing Fame/Rep

Chance to lower crossdressing fame after not

THE POUND

Dog Happiness

Added a description of the dogs happiness on the main screen

NPCS/ANIMALS

WOLVES

Wolf Pack

PC is more comfortable naked around the wolves in the wolf pack

Wolf Cave

You can submit to wolves that advance towards you in the cave

BAILEY

Punishment(?)

Will now deliver PC to the tutorial person if PC stays at the orphanage for the first whole week

ZEPHYR THE PIRATE

Named NPC that is found during the Disguised Escape option

ITEMS

SEX TOYS

Fleshy color option is added to sex toys and strap ons

Fleshy color sidebar renderer is added [no idea what that means]

PLANTS

Flowers/Seeds

Plumeria, tendable [view the Island page for more info]

EXTRAS/MISC

ABILITIES

Clothes

Can tie cardigan around waist

Able to lower suspenders