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[BATHENA FAVORITE MOMENTS]: THEIR FIRST DATE

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I love the how one piece wiki's formatting breaks on mobile which gives me lovely photo misattribution situations such as

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i just hate winter clothing in general it always makes me feel so lumpy and gross

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Fluid (2018)

Smart psychic fishies control the wardr

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Tell Me How It's Looking, Babe (Nsfw)

Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count; 5,559

Warnings; explicit sexual content (includes a shapeshifted appendage)

Notes; I feel like this fic is a hot mess, but I wanted to share it with you all anyway. Loosely inspired by the song Partition by Beyonce. Somehow my brain took me off in a weird direction. Also, for the purpose of this fic, it is implied that both Larissa and reader are shapeshifters. I felt it was time for Larissa to be on the receiving end of things. Cross posted on a03, link in the title.

It was a rare occasion that would arise when Larissa and yourself were able to get out and enjoy yourselves away from Nevermore. Most of the time it was you grading homework, putting lesson plans together, and helping Larissa with whatever she needed. As for the principal, she worked into the wee morning hours and crawled into bed just before the sun came up. There was always something for her to do. Meetings, event plans, student situations, and emails forever waiting to be read and replied to. The list was neverending. 

That was why when a week-long break presented itself, you took the chance to set up a fancy little to do with your beloved wife. You knew she needed something to get her mind off the Addams family, Wednesday being the biggest culprit of the problems. She had stressed herself into madness over what had been happening and it broke your heart. Instead of letting her wallow in the stress, you were going to be the best wife a woman could be.

It had taken quite a bit of convincing to get Larissa to agree to go out. You had begged, pleaded, and gotten down on your knees. She had eventually relented, however, because she knew you weren’t going to give up until you got what you wanted. You had squealed and hugged her tight, kissing her all over her face when she had agreed. That alone had brought a smile to her face, the look there telling you she both regretted and was happy she had decided on a yes.

You had given Larissa the instructions of what to wear a week before your engagement. You had told her “Think red carpet. Think catwalk goddess!” Her eyebrows had knitted together at that, wondering where you could be taking her. “It’s a secret!” You had said to her inquiries, winking at her and walking away with a shit-eating grin on your face. 

The week had passed by quickly, due to situations arising at Nevermore. You had made Larissa promise she wouldn’t try to forego your night together, giving her the biggest doe eyes you could muster in retaliation. She could never resist that look, no matter how much she wanted to.

The two of you had gotten dressed in your finest in separate places, having brought up the idea to surprise each other with what you were wearing. You had offered the idea because you had something in mind that you knew Larissa hadn’t been expecting. What you weren’t expecting, however, was the way your wife had decided to doll herself up.

As you stood by the limo you had rented, wanting to give her the treatment of a Queen, your mouth dropped audibly as you watched Larissa gracefully strut down the steps of Nevermore.

“Holy shit.” You breathed, trying to gain some sort of composure before she got closer. 

Larissa’s eyes watched you intently as she descended the stairs, practically gliding down them like she was gingerly placed on a cloud. The way she looked you over, taking in the tight white suit you were wearing, told you that you had made the right choice. You had foregone a white collared shirt underneath the suit jacket, opting to leave your chest only moderately covered by the lapels. You could tell that seemed to be Larissa’s favorite part as her eyes lingered there and her tongue came out to lightly lick at her lips. Her wandering eyes traveled downward, taking in the way your suit pant hugged tightly to your curvacious hips and ass. The heels that you chose to wear with it only made Lairssa’s heartbeat flutter even more. 

As she approached you, your eyes still captivated by her and your mouth still hanging open, Larissa smiled like a tiger stalking its prey. “You look stunning, darling.” She complimented, eyes raking over your body a few times more. 

Your cheeks turned a light shade of pink at her compliment and the way her eyes looked so hungrily at you. “I-I could say the same.” You started, finally taking a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding. “Jesus Christ, Larissa. You have my mouth watering just looking at you.”

It was her turn to blush a deeper shade of pink, ducking her head before looking at you through her eyelashes. “All for you, love.” She said, throwing you a wink that made your knees buckle and your legs weak.

Now up close, you could see the subtle makeup Larissa had applied, taking on a different look than usual. It suited her, the way the softness of it highlighted her features subtly. Her lips were adorned with a nude color, something much more tame than her usual red. Her hair cascaded to the side of her shoulder, curls twisting in perfectness while the rest of it framed the side of her face beautifully. The dress she was wearing? You had never seen her wear something with such a flow, but the way it both hugged her body and wafted around her made you wish you were the fabric.

The soft pink she had chosen for the dress made it look like she was wrapped in beautiful morning sunlight. It brought out the blue in her eyes and the soft roundness of her face. And the length of the dress brought out the statuesque build you knew intimately and adored. She was stunning in all of her glory. So stunning that you could feel the confidence exuding from her. Larissa was perfect, no matter which way you looked at it.

The more you stared at her, the more your mouth became dry. You had a sneaking suspicion that the moisture was moving to a different location on your body. But that would have to wait for a while. There was a reason you were all dressed up, after all. 

Remembering that there was a limo waiting behind you, you moved to stand beside Larissa, placing a hand gently on her lower back. With the other hand, you reached to open the door swiftly for your wife. 

“After you, gorgeous.” You said, making a show of sweeping your arm toward the inside of the vehicle while the other pushed softly on Larissa’s back to guide her.

Without hesitation, the principal moved with grace to place herself inside the limo, scooting over to make room for you as she patted the spot next to her. There was a loving smile on her lips, but something suggestive danced behind her expressive blues. She involuntarily licked at her lips as you climbed in behind her, her eyes roving over your body in the most bawdy of manners.

“Like something you see?” You questioned, putting on an air of confidence that was undermined only minorly by the pink tone of your cheeks. 

With a smirk that could put Aphrodite herself to shame, Larissa gazed straight into your eyes her voice dropped an octave in her answer. “Yes, I do.” Well, there was no mistaking that, was there?

You shivered visibly before closing the limo door behind you. You stared back at Larissa, situating yourself as close to her as possible. The two of you were a hair's breadth away from each other’s faces, legs and hips touching as you felt the electricity spark around you. You were moments away from just kissing the hell out of your wife, but a clear of the throat from the front stopped your movements.

Both yours and Lairssa’s eyes broke away to practically glare at the driver. Were you slightly mad at him for breaking a moment? Yes. You knew it was irrational though. After all, he was only doing his job.

“Are we ready to go, ladies?” He questioned, a small, kind smile on his face.

You had to swallow down all of the erotic emotions you were feeling before answering him. It wasn’t helping that Larissa had placed her hand possessively on your thigh, though the look on her face made it seem like it was casual. You knew better than that. 

“Yes, sir!” You finally responded, perhaps a moment too long for it to be comfortable. 

The driver gave a nod before rolling the partition up, making a breath release from your lungs as he did so. 

You turned your attention back to Larissa, feeling her hot stare on you before you even turned your head. There was so much emotion dancing in her eyes and you could tell all of them were adoringly directed at you. God, the way she looked at you always further melted you into a bigger puddle. The two of you were so connected that all she had to do was give you a look and you knew exactly what she was saying. Right now she was giving you the impression that she wanted to eat you up right then and there. That thought alone had your heart racing.

“So, are you going to tell me where we’re going?” She asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

You blanked for a moment, your mind still trying to wrap itself around how brilliant and sexy Larissa looked. She waited patiently for you to answer, watching as the wheels turned slowly in your head to catch up. 

“Right! Well!” You started, excitement painting your facial features. “I know how much you love fashion and how deep into it you are. How you keep up with everyone is beyond me!” You cut your rant off immediately, not wanting to go too deep down a rabbit hole. You were explaining, not pondering. “I arranged for us to go watch a fashion show!” A wide grin leaped across your face, sticking there as you waited for your wife’s reaction. 

The most brilliant of smiles lit up the principal’s face, her eyes shining even brighter. You could tell before she even spoke that this was a pleasant surprise. “Y/N! Darling!” She began, hands coming up to cup your cheeks heartily. It seemed she was at a loss of words though as her mouth hung open and she stared at you, hands not moving from your face. 

You smiled as brilliantly back as you could, considering her palms were squeezing your cheeks almost painfully. But you didn’t care! All you cared about was that you had just made your wife a happy, happy woman! 

“Oh my god, no one has ever done this for me before! And it’s been years since I’ve been able to do something like this!” She shook you lightly, blue eyes sparkling with wonder and adoration.

With a chuckle, you placed your hands on her hips and made little circles with your thumb on each side in a soothing manner. “I wanted to do something spectacular for you because you deserve it! You deserve a break and to be given a night of something fabulous!” Your words were slightly mush-mouthed while Larissa’s hands were on your cheeks, but she understood every word.

“You are the best wife a woman could ever ask for!” Larissa exclaimed, bringing her head forward to place her forehead against yours. She rubbed your nose lightly with hers for a moment before she chuckled at the pout on your face. “I know you want a kiss, darling, but I don’t want to ruin my lipstick…yet.” With that, Larissa winked and let go of your face, moving to sit back in the seat.

Her arm looped around yours as she sat a little closer to you, giggling gently at the aroused look on your face. Her wink alone had told you that something quite lovely would be happening later. But only after Larissa made it to the fashion show. 

The pulse between your legs begged for a little something, but you only squeezed your thighs together tightly to hold it back. You weren’t about to ruin anything of your wife’s before she gave you permission to. Besides, the whole reason for this evening was to make it to the location for her to enjoy. What kind of wife would you be if you messed things up before even getting there?

Larissa did notice the way you squeezed your legs together, her heat rising to her chest and making her heartbeat thrum faster. The way you looked tonight made her want to undress you with her eyes and then her hands, savoring every moment of it. Of course, she was quite enjoying how you looked in your dapper lesbian style, clearly trying to show off for her. And she knew it was all for her. Every part of your outfit was something she had discussed with you before when daydreaming about going somewhere fancy. Larissa had explained it all in great detail and she was only slightly shocked to find that you had remembered it all.

You could see the way your wife’s cerulean irises were looking over you and you had to hold back several whimpers when those looks turned smoldering. You even watched as she bit her lip a few times and you wished you could read her mind, just to see what was going on in her head. Of course, you had a feeling it wouldn’t help the ever-growing need for her if you could.

It seemed like hours before you arrived at your location, what with the way the two of you had been holding yourselves back the entire ride there. You could hear babbling outside of the car window as you gazed out to look and see the crowd meandering about, waiting to be chauffeured in. Behind you, Larissa buzzed with excitement. So much so that you could tell she was almost ready to push you out of the way just so she could get out and see everything more clearly.

You let out a small laugh just before the chauffeur opened the door for the both of you, that same gentle smile on her face as he bowed. “Welcome, ladies. I do hope you enjoy the event.” He said with a twinkle in his eyes.

Larissa clapped her hands together behind you and rushed forward past you, all while grabbing your hand and pulling you with her. “Come, darling! There must be lots to see!” The joy she was feeling was positively radiating off of her. That in itself made your heart swell with pride and a big grin stretch your lips.

You followed along with Larissa arm in arm, her holding onto you tightly. At the same time, she walked with her head held high and a sway to her hips that just screamed confidence. As you had wanted to happen, the thoughts of Nevermore and Wednesday were long gone as you made your way into the facility, Larissa teeming with exhilaration. It seemed your planned night was well on its way to being a success. 

A few hours later, the two of you emerged from the fashion show with a giddiness about you. The show had been fascinating to watch, but your eyes had been trained on Larissa most of the time. Fashion was interesting, artistic, wonderful, and quite lovely, but none of it compared to your wife. She was the most beautiful and interesting thing in the room, easily. 

You had nodded along to her comments, chiming in with your own whenever she seemed interested in them. But your highest excitement came from watching her every time a new outfit appeared on the stage, the light dancing in her eyes brighter and brighter with every passing moment. Jesus, you loved this woman with your entire being.

As the two of you rode in the limo back to Nevermore, you continued to listen to Larissa chirp animatedly about the entire show, practically recounting each second of it. You watched her with heart eyes, just smiling at her and loving the way her hands moved so animatedly as she spoke.

After a moment, Larissa slowed her talking down and blushed deeply, realizing she had been talking your ear off incessantly. “I’m so sorry, darling. I can stop.” She murmured, trying to hide her eyes and her blush from you.

“No! No, no!” You nearly shouted, wincing slightly at the sound of your voice. You calmed yourself down and grabbed Larissa’s hands, holding them gently in your own. “Please don’t ever apologize for being so unabashedly you!” You began, one hand coming up to cup her cheek so you could turn her eyes towards you. “I adore the way you talk about the things you love, babe. And I would listen to you forever. I swear!”

When you were sure she wasn’t going to look away from you, your hand on her chin moved to cross an X over your heart to emphasize your promise. You could see little tears starting to form in her eyes, but the smile on her face told you that they were happy tears.

“You’re the most wonderful wife I could have ever asked for.” Larissa whispered, leaning closer to you so she could lean her forehead against yours. It was your turn to blush now.

“I just want to make sure you know you’re loved, Riss.” You started, leaning in for a quick kiss before continuing. “I want you to be confident in the fact that I love every piece of you. And you deserve the world! So I’m trying hard to give as much of it to you as I’m capable of.”

Larissa’s bottom lip wobbled slightly as she listened to your words, love bubbling up in her chest in a heavy wave. She wasn’t sure exactly what she had done to deserve someone like you, but she was determined to make sure that she continued to prove herself worthy of your love. Though she knew if she were to voice these words, you’d tell her that there was no one more deserving than her. You’d had that conversation before.

Unable to help herself, the principal lunged forward to crash your lips together, her hands coming up to grip the lapels of your coat. A soft, surprised squeak escaped your mouth at the action, but you wasted zero time in returning the kiss with full force. 

Larissa pressed her chest against yours, breaths mingling as the kiss turned more heated and teeth clashed. A small moan fell from Larissa’s lips and you swallowed the sound, savoring it and memorizing it. 

When the two of you parted a moment later, you were both taking deep breaths, chests heaving with the exertion of it. Larissa’s gaze on you was all-consuming and the blue of her eyes had almost disappeared because of how blown her pupils were. Suddenly, you could feel the heat from earlier crashing back into your body, making it throb in all the right ways. 

“Do you think the driver can see us?” Larissa whispered seductively, tinged with a slight bit of apprehension. 

Your eyes cut away from your wife to stare at the closed partition, wondering if the other side of that glass was made so the driver couldn’t see a thing of the passengers. The way your body was humming with sexual energy made you want to throw caution to the wind, but you weren’t about to do so if Larissa was uncomfortable.

“I’m not sure.” You responded, hands still gripping Larissa’s waist for dear life. 

There was a long pause from Larissa as you watched her gather her thoughts, hands still tightly holding your lapels as she mulled over the possible consequences. You could see the exact moment she had decided what she wanted because the look in her eyes turned scorching hot and needy. 

“Fuck it.” She cursed before crawling onto your lap, legs placed on either side of yours. Still towering over you, she leaned down to place a row of kisses up your jaw, stopping just before she reached your ear. “I’ve wanted to ravish you all evening, love.” Larissa teased as she pressed herself against you tightly.

Your hands came up to grip her ass, shivering visibly at her words. Larissa moaned at the feeling of you groping her hard, fingers squeezing hard enough to put fingerprints on her skin even through the dress. She ground her hips down on you and a moan echoed around the cabin of the limo.

“All I’ve wanted was to either be the dress or be under the dress.” You confessed, kissing at any part of her skin you could get your lips.

Larissa gave a low chuckle, pressing her chest to your face as her fingers came to scratch at the back of your neck and up towards your hair. She scratched at your scalp and tore a groan from your throat at the action, muffled only because you had pressed your face between her breasts and breathed her scent in.

“Although now I desperately wish this fabric was gone so I could reach more of you…and see you.” You leaned back to look up into her eyes, your hands wandering up her back only to scratch back down with your nails just as she had done with your head. 

“Don’t worry, my love, you’ll be seeing a full view of me when we return home. But for now…” Larissa let the silence linger for a moment before she gave you a filthy smile, eyes matching the tone. “I want you inside of me.”

You moaned loudly at that, wanting nothing more. “Such a dirty girl.” You responded, hands already grabbing at the bottom part of the dress to hike it up Larissa’s long, luxurious legs. Meanwhile, she reached down to unzip your pants, hands reaching in to tug at the appendage you had managed to grow just seconds before. Perks of shapeshifters, you both supposed. 

When her fingers wrapped around the shaft, already greatly straining from arousal, your head fell back at the way her skin felt against it. “Fuck.” You moaned, momentarily forgetting your actions of getting her dress out of the fucking way. 

Larissa rolled her hips, hand moving up and down with the motion, making you see stars behind your eyelids for a moment. You shuddered hard before remembering your task, hands trying not to rip her gorgeous dress in the haste of getting it to move. Your fingers finally found the bottom of the dress and you quickly reached up to attempt to move her panties out of the way. However, you found no fabric to take purchase of and your eyes flew open to look up lustily at your wife.

“I had a sneaking suspicion that forgoing panties would be of utmost importance tonight.” Larissa provided, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth to give the words an even more filthy undertone. 

Unable to help yourself any longer, your fingers swiped through Larissa’s slit, finding that she was just as aroused as you. When you pulled your fingers back, they glistened with her arousal. The cock between your legs throbbed as your mind swirled with need, your heart pounding in your ears as you brought your fingers to your mouth.

Before you could put them in your mouth to taste her, however, Larissa grabbed your wrist and brought your hand to her mouth instead. She looked deep into your eyes as she took your fingers into her mouth, tongue twisting and swirling around the digits as she tasted herself. You watched her as your mouth dropped open, taking in the sight before you.

“Oh, fuck me.” You breathed out, licking at your lips and wishing so badly that her taste was on your tongue. 

Your wife removed your fingers from her mouth with a pop, a sly grin pressing at her lips. “Later, darling. But first, I need this.” She tugged on your shaft as she said the word, letting you know exactly what she wanted.

You were in no way going to argue with her. Instead, you moved to slide your pants down your legs a bit, appendage really standing to attention as the fabric moved out of its way. Larissa removed her hand as you situated yourself, letting you take control of the moment as she watched you with hooded eyes. 

Though you couldn’t see anything due to Larissa’s dress being so long, you could feel the heat emanating from her core. Your hand disappeared under her dress to stroke your cock for a moment, preparing yourself for what was about to transpire. You positioned yourself against her entrance as your other hand moved under the dress as well, your middle finger finding her clit almost instantly. 

As you continued to gently rub circles on Larissa’s clit, moans filling your ears as she tried not to move too much just yet, you gazed up to look into her eyes. “Let me know when you’re ready, baby.” You offered gently, leaning forward just a little to kiss her chest. 

It seemed that Larissa was in no mood to be teased, however, when she took control and shifted her hips downwards to initiate the first bit of penetration. She felt the head of your shaft slip inside of her surprisingly easily, the both of you keening at the sensations it created. For a moment, she halted her movements, wanting to make sure she was ready to take all of you. You gave her all of the time she needed, taking time to appreciate the wetness you could feel enveloping you below. The throb coming from Larissa’s clit against your finger seemed to be in perfect time with your heart, further proving the two of you were entirely in sync. 

You couldn’t contain the erotic noises that fell from your lips as Larissa finally moved to take all of you inside of her, hips slowly swaying back and forth to ease the slight pain that came with it. She had her eyes closed and her head tilted back just a bit, hands placed on your shoulders to steady herself.

“Y-you can move now.” She instructed, letting you know all was well. Larissa could feel your eyes on her, watching with such rapt attention that she felt the heat in her face spread to her ears. “Please, darling.” She begged in a hushed tone.

For a moment, your eyes darted to the partition, having almost forgotten that there was someone else in the vehicle. Your eyes switched back and forth between Larissa and the glass, hoping against all hope that the driver was oblivious to what was going on because there was no stopping now. 

Directing all attention to your wife, sitting so prettily on top of you, you leaned up to kiss under her chin before jutting your hips upward to sheath yourself further inside her warmth. Larissa shuddered and moaned, wrapping her arms all the way around your shoulders, leaning forward to give you the space you needed to fuck her properly. 

You took the initiative and began to slowly fuck your wife, burying your face in her cleavage as the ecstasy took over. The way she felt as she slid up and down on your shaft, further coating you in her arousal and making things even easier for the both of you, had you in a state of nirvana. There was hardly anything better than the way it felt being buried deep inside her like that. Except for her love, of course. That always trumped everything.

The pace was slow at first, not wanting to hurt the woman above you. But Larissa wasn’t having it as she began to meet your hips thrust for thrust. “Harder.” Was her only demand as she began to pick up her own pace, her mouth coming to bite and lick at your neck in hopes of spurring you on. 

Larissa always knew what to do to make you even more ravenous for her, nearly turning you into an animal as she sucked on your pulse point roughly. Your hips moved of their own accord then, fucking yourself deeper and harder into your wife’s needy cunt. 

The sounds filling the vehicle were salacious and nearly pornographic. The two of you had practically forgotten where you were as you continued pleasuring each other, you moaning explicit longing into Larissa’s ear as she moaned into yours. Every time your name came off her tongue, you had to hold yourself from coming undone right then and there. Her voice in the throes of passion was nothing short of glorious, making you feel as if heaven really was a place on Earth. 

Your wife was slamming herself down onto your shapeshifted cock, her entrance so slick with her own arousal that a squelching sound could be heard quite clearly. That only turned you on more, if you were honest.

“You feel so fucking good.” You moaned, fingers weaving their way into Larissa’s hair to pull on it tightly. It was the end of the night, you could mess it up now and there was no stopping you as you dragged her head backward and bit at her neck, leaving bruises and marks behind. You would probably get into trouble for that later, but right now you couldn’t care any less. 

“I’m so close.” Larissa warned, her hips moving quite erratically as an indication. 

“Oh god, I can feel that.” You answered back, her walls tightening around your shaft in a nearly vice grip. The two of you moaned into each other's mouths as you connected for a passionate kiss, tongues exploring and licking at each other needily. 

You broke the kiss for a moment, but only to whisper what you knew Larissa was waiting to hear. “Cum for me, baby. I want to feel you lose yourself on my cock.” You bit her earlobe afterward, getting the highest thrill from the way Larissa sobbed her need. 

Holding onto her tightly, you made sure to pound away at Larissa’s entrance just like she loved, knowing very well that she would be holding on much longer. And you were right because mere seconds later, she tilted her head back as if possessed and let out a long and high-pitched keen that you were certain the driver heard. The lewd noises coming from your wife as she came undone made you lose your own self-control, cumming with her as you buried yourself as deep as possible inside of her. Her walls gripped and sucked at your cock, making sure to leave you breathless and shivering as your body locked up in pleasure. 

All that could be heard for a few moments, as Larissa placed her head against your shoulder, was the sound of heavy breathing coming from the both of you. You were still holding onto her, body lightly convulsing from the white, hot heat that had just spread throughout your limbs. 

Your newly made appendage disappeared a minute later, making Larissa groan from the loss of contact and the feeling of emptiness. She began to place gentle kisses on your neck, really admiring the marks she left behind during your lovemaking. 

You were just about to open your mouth to say something when the partition ever so slightly, just enough for you to hear the driver’s voice. “Pardon, but we’ve arrived back to Nevermore.” He didn’t make direct eye contact and you could faintly see his cheeks were tinged pink. That told you everything you needed to know.

The partition rolled back up and you looked up at Larissa, who had decided to hide her face in your neck. “I can kill him so no one will ever know.” You offered, giving Larissa a bashful smile as a laugh made her body jiggle against yours. 

“I’m tempted to tell you to go through with that.” She replied, wishing momentarily that a hole would swallow her up.

“I’ll pay him well, he won’t say a word.” You rubbed her back to reassure her, kissing wherever you could reach as she still sat atop your lap. “As much as I would love to stay this way, babe, I should probably put my pants back on properly so we can get out of this limo.” 

At your suggestion, Larissa gave a small chuckle and moved away from your lap. You missed her there already. Quickly, you brought your pants back around your waist and fastened the button before the belt. When you were sure you looked a little more presentable, you looked towards Larissa who had shifted herself back into perfection.

“Showoff.” You teased, grinning at her playfully.

“Shut up and let’s get inside.” Larissa retorted, pushing you towards the door. 

With a laugh, you opened it and climbed out, holding it open for Larissa as you gave her a hand to ease herself out of the limo without messing up her dress. A wave of arousal washed through you once more as you looked her over for the millionth time this evening, counting yourself to be the luckiest person alive. 

Larissa could sense the look you were giving her without even looking at your face, but she turned her eyes toward you just to prove herself correct. She shook her head as you closed the door behind them, knowing full well that you weren’t done for the night.

“Perhaps let’s not get caught this time, hmm?” She offered in the most principal tone she could muster. 

You grinned before grabbing her waist and guiding her towards Nevermore’s stairs. “We’ll see.”

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Mantaray by Dean Jeffries

Mantaray by Dean Jeffries

The holy grail of the hot rod generation was to be able to fabricate beautiful car bodies in steel and other materials. Many of the kids who became Hot Rod building legends had honed their fabrication skills in the hot house of the WW2 American economy. The war ended and charged-up servicemen came home and wanted the buzz of driving fast cars. It was boom time in America and everything seemed possible.

Dean Jeffries was one of this generation of brilliant mechanics and fabricators with an audacious enough vision to dream with his eyes wide open. Having worked extensively with AC Cobra creator Carroll Shelby, he began to build the Mantaray in 1963 in response to a call for submissions to a high prestige competition that had been posted by a promoter called Al Slonaker.

The young Californian fused two old Maserati single seater chassis he had acquired and welded them together. The suspension, brakes, and steering were kept on for the finished article but apart from four Weber carburetors, the car was, he told Street Rodder Magazine recently “true-blue American, right down to the 15-inch magnesium-cast Halibrand wheels and the bred-for-Indianapolis Goodyear Blue Streak Speedway Special tires.”

Unsurprisingly, the gorgeously curvacious body Jeffries created (which was, apparently, hand-built from no less than 86 sheets of metal), was enough to win him the ‘contest of fame’. This not only won him a prize of $10,000 and a trip to Europe, but also changed the way the world thought about Hot Rods.

This is what we call truly creative car culture. And we love it.

Mantaray by Dean Jeffries

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im def happy with the chubby and fat representation but we cert need more non-curvacious rep. i need to see more bitches like me who have absolute shit for thighs but like all the sudden the body wants to get all curvy on the torso. also more no boobe women rep too.

[elvain]

curvacious bodacious etc etc

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Opinions on Jeeves wearing a corset vest? Personally I think it would accentuate his hourglass figure and I’m also a weirdo I think it would be very intimate if one could help him undo the laces on the back

this qualifies as erotica to me, i want to draw it. him just wearing it and bertie helping him with it. 100000/10. hot as hell. sexy as fuck. need. BASED cause it WOULD accentuate his curvacious bodaciousness

[the-fiction-witch]

Pale Flowers

Media Doctor Who

Character Timothy Latimer

Couple Timothy X Reader

Rating Smut

Concept Gardening

Smut Exhibitionism / nudity / masturbation / watching/ risk of getting caught / bad girl

I pushed my body from my bed grabbed my trousers from the floor and pulled them up tightly I set the kettle on letting it boil for a while quickly making myself a coffee I picked it up and pulled it close a prolonged sip as I walked through my house and taking a seat on the window seat. sipping my coffee as I looked across the garden, My little garden sat so perfectly in the sweet sun the grey stones had a few of the leaves that had begun to fall from the trees, and the little pond was covered with lilypads and other such things, the few little flower pots lined the small metal fence that separated my garden from my neighbours. She was out tending to her garden in her little green dress and long cardigan, a basket in her hand with her trowel and a few other little tools, she saw me and for a moment our eyes met. 

I raised my coffee cup to her and she gently smiled before returning to her gardening tending to the pale flowers, I returned my focus to the garden and the sweet sky even if admittedly I watched her more than I should have she caught me a couple of times which only turned my cheeks red and she would shoot me a scolding look to which I would mostly shrug back at she caught me again and I couldn't help but smile and she seemed rather frustrated but playfully so her hands on her hips glaring at me slightly biting her lip as she did, I found myself unable to remove my eyes from hers absentmindedly fiddling with the string tie of the shirt I had slept in, tugging on it a little and fiddling with the hemmed string in my hand. She glanced to the small country road that ran along the end of our fences and of course as usual not a soul.

So her response to me was to set her basket on her potting table and slip off her cardigan leaving her arms completely exposed as her dress didn't cover them at all she left the cardigan on the table and continued with her gardening almost ignoring me. I couldn't help staring rather excitedly that it was going to be one of those mornings. I craved them so much and always got so excited when I knew it was happening. I finished my coffee sitting it on the side before I pulled at my shirts string enough to loosen it completely leaving my chest exposed but my shirt still on, it took her a little while to notice leaving me a little chilly but when she caught my eye her face flashed with blush a moment I leant my head against the wall giving her a wicked smile glancing at her dress. She didn't need to be asked hitching up the skirt of her dress so high that the bottom hem now sat at her mid-thigh revealing her bare legs to me. I knew if I wanted more I'd have to give her more so I slipped my shirt off completely throwing it to the floor beside me I for a moment glanced down at myself fiddling with the small button on my trousers before glancing back to her, she seemed to chuckle turning to focus on some flowers in her garden but as she bends down clearly to pull a stubborn weed she allowed her dress's hem to rise even more I even noticed her tugging at it to the hem now sat at the small of her back and revealed to me her pale but sizeable cheeks, "Fuck-" so perfectly rounded slightly paler in colour then her legs given how often that skin didn't see sunlight, all I wanted was to get my hands on her to walk out my house jump the fence between us and take her curvacious cheeks in hand but I knew that wouldn't be half as fun, as she pulled her skin slightly jiggled which only drew my attention more. But she stood and fixed her dress turning over her shoulder to see my reaction and I was biting my lip to the point of almost drawing blood she seemed amused shooting me a expectant look. I knew what she wanted but I know if I give it to her she'll stop, and we wouldn't want that.

I undid my trousers pushing them down enough to reveal my prominent V but keeping them just high enough to not expose myself, shifting my hips invitingly towards the window. This made her smile but she continued with her gardening heading to the apple tree she stepped behind it a moment and checked a few things before she turned to face me letting me see her completely as she undid a few buttons and tugged down her dress exposing her bare breasts but she kept her arm over herself to conceal her in that sweet innocent way she always does, that she know's I can't resist. My hand grasped my now hard erection through my trousers gently palming myself a little when she caught my eye I pleaded with her doing my best not to let my breaths get too hot as risk steaming my windows and therefore missing something she gave me an innocent look and I blew her a sweet kiss which was enough for her move back behind the tree and as she emerged the other side she removed her hand letting me see her unrestrictedly her breasts perked in the warm morning air as perfectly curved as below gravity acting on them of course slightly dragging them downward, her nipples very excited as they were fully pointed, I couldn't take my eyes away and she knew I couldn't not even bothering to make eye contact with me "Ughhh!" I groaned almost drooling over her my mouth watering and my body getting warmer she giggled seeing what I was doing so I made sure she got a good view she bit her nail playfully before she turned away and headed over to her little greenhouse ironically her greenhouse had little shelves which somewhat restricted my view but that only made it better getting to merely see flashes of her still exposed skin.

I know what she want's and I knew I had to give it to her I tugged my trousers down to my knees exposing myself to her holding my base in one hand and stroking my shaft with the other she caught my eye and smiled as she saw me I could see her moving behind the various little pots and flowers seeing flashes of green and of her skin until her hands came and pushed the pots along the self-winding the gap allowing me to see her as she now stood in her warm greenhouse completely naked her beasts even perkier her skin starting to glisten from the heat and her exposed mound seeming so very inviting with the edges of her pussy barely visible she ran her hands from her neck down her shoulders, running down her breasts and stomach rubbing over her hips before finally slapping herself on the ass I know she's only doing it to tease me but fuck is it working, my hand began working on its own unable to stop, unable to remove my eyes from her body which only made her giggle more until I hit my wall of pleasure my body freezing up my cum spurting across my stomach as I loudly moaned the sound echoing across my empty house "Ughhhhhh! y/n!" which caused her to fully laugh at me I blew her a little kiss and got up to clean myself up fixing my trousers before making another coffee and heading out into my garden checking on a couple of the plants as I sipped my coffee 

"Good morning Timothy" she smiled 

I glanced over and smirked as she came over to the fence watering can in hand watering the small strawberry plants on the border of our fence still completely naked using the can to creatively censer herself just covering what mattered 

"Morning Y/n" I smiled back moving over to the edge of my pond and bench where I could see her much better leaning on the fence between our gardens looking at her bent over this time on her knees as the strawberries were far lower than the weed's she was pulling earlier and with her legs a little wider revealing her glistening pussy to me, I sipped my coffee making sure I saw every single inch of her feeling myself get hard again. I set my coffee down and jumped the fence into her garden, I didn't waste time as she was busy with the strawberries sneaking up behind her ganking the watering can from her hands and tossing it across the garden and she squealed of course in shock but it turned to laugher as I wrapped my arms around her naked body and she realized what was going on 

"Ohh Hello Timothy" she smiled as I pressed myself completely against her 

"Ughh fuck- Ummm you bad bad girl, Why do you have to be so mean to me in the morning?" I asked rubbing my crotch against her bare ass and my hands immediately taking soft grips of her breasts fondling them in my hands 

"It's fun" she giggled innocently rubbing her back against me 

"Fun?" I asked rubbing on her nipples "I'll show you fun" I growled in her ear pushing her hard into the grass. 

[toriaurorawriter15]

What You're Made of Chapter 6: Colin

Navy blue eyes flutter open up in confusion before looking around the room.

The gorgeous man of six feet can see his body is in a comfortable bed but cannot remember how he ended up here.

Across from him is a white dresser with a mirror.

On top of the rose-design dresser is a porcelain pitcher and a set of glasses.

He continues looking for clues to find painted art pieces by his second oldest brother Benedict and several maps of places he had traveled on the wall.

It is then he remembers moving into this room after marrying Miss. Marian Thompson.

The man didn't understand why Marina requested separate rooms. But he is satisfied with their routine, for it allows him to spend many nights alone with his love, Pen.

After recognizing the bed chamber as his, the man's heart begins to beat rapidly in his unconfined chest as he recalls the unfortunate events that led him to this situation.

His family is here for the summer at their county estate, Audrey Hall.

The man was talking to his wife, Marina Bridgeton Nae Thompson.

They were loudly discussing her deceit of him not being the father to her children.

He learns that the twin's father died in the war from his sister, and he feels betrayed.

The man's large hands gave Marina the approval letter from the Archbishop of the allurement of their marriage.

He then remembers turning away from their fight before feeling Marina push him off the stairs and hit him in the back of the head with a porcelain vase.

The vase had blue and yellow roses, and it hurt like hell.

"Colin!" he heard someone call him, but he could not recall who it was.

Was it one of his sisters?

No, it was his love, Penelope.

His body must have tumbled towards the bottom of the staircase, and everything went black.

It took a few minutes for the man's mind to catch up with the events he went through, and that is when it hit him.

His name is Colin Bridgerton.

He is the third son of a Viscount who is leaving his murderous wife for her youngest cousin, Penelope Featherington, and Marina Thompson pushed him down the staircase with plans of making him stay.

His older brothers Anthony, Benedict, and in-law Simon must have put his unconscious body in his bed chamber, and his Pen is waiting for him.

The realization of being alive should make Colin feel relief.

Yet, he is terrified.

Marina now has a chance to finish trying to kill him, and that is worse than anything he has ever feared.

Frantically, Colin's eyes began to search for the lady who entrapped him in a loveless marriage, only to see two figures sitting on the right of his bedside. One is a lady with the most beautiful copper curls, and the other is a woman who resembles one of his sisters. He recognizes those thin blue eyes, oval faces, small smiles, and brunette wavy hair with bangs. Eloise Bridgeton. His second sister and best friend of his Pen.

The man with brown curls and a muscular torso with tan-white skin groans from the pain behind his head, and his reaction catches the attention of the two ladies drinking tea.

A curvacious lady in a green empire dress rushes to his side while her soft hands brush his bangs away from his forehead.

"Colin, you're awake!" She whispers before hastily asking the second lady beside them, "Please, Eloise! Go and tell the Viscount that Mr. Colin Bridgerton is awake."

Colin feels like his body was trampled by a stampede of horses.

Yet, his eyes can't stir away from his love with the most gorgeous blue eyes.

It doesn't take long for the woman to pull his body up into a sitting position while grasping for something for him to quench his thirst.

She fills a whiskey cup with cold water, places it under his full lips, and pleads with him, "Please, Colin, drink this! You must be parch."

As he drinks the substance, the lady sits down beside his right hip and places her right hand on top of his naked chest.

Small white hands brush the hairs of his chest lovingly while she stares down at him with adoration and relief.

"Pen, you must not be here, my love." Colin frantically panics."What if Marina sees you."

Pen gives him a smirk smile before replying, "Do not fret, my love. If you hadn't informed me about Marina's safety rifle, we wouldn't be here waiting for you to wake up."

A smile forms on his face as he places his large right hand over her stomach.

"I still cannot believe you are with a child, my love. I wish we could shout out the news for all of Mayfair." Colin begins, while Penelope finishes his sentence with a warning tone: "We can not! The Ton was already suspicious about our affair. We must wait until Marina Thompson signs over her rights."

Colin gives his love a dopey smile before remembering the twins.

"What would happen with Marina's children?

Pen gives him a nervous smile as she confesses, "Eloise will travel with them to their new home. Sir. Phillip Crane wrote to inform her that he will be their guardian."

"Eloise? Are you sure?" He asks in confusion.

"They have corresponded with each other since learning about the twins." Pen comments in awe.

Colin jests, "I hope Sir Phillip Crane is ready for Eloise." while giving Pen a cheeky smile.

Pen gasps from his comment before defending her best friend, "Eloise is capable of loving. Do not forget that she helped us out!

Amusement comes across Colin's face while Pen gives him a teasing glare.

"Very well." Colin accepts, "I will give him our blessings when he asks for her hand."

Penelope chuckles while Colin intertwines their right and left hands.

"I love you," He whispers with adoration behind his eyes as he takes in her presence.

Penelope beams with happiness from hearing his declaration as a twinkle shines behind her blue eyes.

"I love you more, Colin Bridgeton!" she teases.

"No possible, Penelope Featheringtion!" He whispers while caressing her left cheek with his right hand before bringing his lips closer to hers.

Although he is in pain, Colin takes this time to kiss her for the first time in months.

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[doubledoseofcocoa]

Taste me, all of me

I'm your feast, you crave me

Part my legs with the weight of you

I submit to you my pink to devour

Your lips slide down my curvacious frame

Deep, heavy breaths warm my inner thighs

On top of me, soon to be under my sea

You dive deep into my abyss

[gointothevvater]

birthday sex

Did you know today is Olive's birthday? And @thatwritingho is a total sweetheart, so I simply couldn't not write a little something to celebrate the occasion! 🖤

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"Look at me."

It took all the willpower Olive had left to follow that order. It was a literal pain in the neck, twisting to gaze over her shoulder like that, but she did so nonetheless. "Huh?" was the only verbal response she gave. With St. Cecilia's fingers buried knuckle-deep inside her, it was hard to think of anything more than that.

St. Cecilia's golden eyes rolled, though there was a pretty smirk on her lips. "I want your eyes on me." Though it was immeasurably cruel, she pulled her fingers free from Olive's needy pussy, licking her fingers clean and holding Olive's gaze all the while. "Do you understand?" She slid her spit-slick hand up along Olive's side, slipping against the base of her ribcage and following her sternum to rest against the curve of her throat. Olive shuddered hard beneath her, but offered no verbal response, only a meek nod, and St. Cecilia said, "Use your words, Livvy."

All Olive could muster was a husky little, "Uh-huh." She was unsure if that was really a word, but St. Cecilia seemed to be satisfied with it.

Just when Olive had relaxed, though, there came a sharp slap to her ass, and she cried out, bucking and oversensitive. She'd already cum, what, four times? She'd lost track; They blended together after a while, one blurring into the next in a neverending cloud of bliss.

A soft, needy whine pierced the air when St. Cecilia pulled away, leaving Olive chilly, though it wasn't the lack of warmth that had her shivering when the strap-on finally, finally slid inside her. The stretch of it was delicious. It was a pretty thing, a metallic gold dildo held in place by thick black leather straps that hugged St. Cecilia's curvacious hips just right.

One moment passed as Olive adjusted to the sensation, then another, before St. Cecilia asked, her voice rough, "You all right, love?"

Olive swallowed, attempting to catch her breath, her black-painted nails digging little rips into the fabric of the bedsheets. Not that that mattered, really. All she could focus on now was the sensation of warm hands at her hips, and the press of St. Cecilia's thighs against hers, and the stillness of the golden cock buried inside her. It was just so much. She forced out a whimpery little moan, trembling all over, the quiver creeping its way into her voice.

"Olive," St. Cecilia said, pressing her nails into the soft skin of Olive's hips, "I'm going to stop if you don't answer me." Her voice was teasing, almost sing-song; There was no way she was stopping any time soon. Though she'd gotten Olive to come God only knew how many times, she had yet to cum even once herself. "Is that what you want? Me to just leave you like this?"

A slow, deliberate breath, and Olive finally managed to grind out, "Move."

St. Cecilia gave a low chuckle, the sound soft and smoky. She asked, "You sure?"

Olive was ready to cry. She pushed her hips back against St. Cecilia's, shamelessly needy. "Fucking move, please!"

St. Cecilia chuckled again, her right hand slipping from Olive's hip, soothing down along her spine. "Easy, darling," she said, and even just the sound of her voice was enough to get Olive's clit throbbing. "We've got all the time in the world."

[ao3feed-kathony]

An Enlightening Hunt

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/57671950 by nonky Violet put a hand to the small of her back, stretching to hide the shudder of ignominy she felt. My God, Colin was casting carnal, yearning looks and walking apace with Penelope and her dance partners as they spun on the wheel that made up the middle of the room. There was a large arrangement of draping flowers in the middle. He looked as if he would climb the scaffold underneath and loom above the dance like a fiend meaning violence. And he would be dancing with her soon, after the whole room had been gawking at his possessiveness. In fact, the only person who was getting more studious looks was Penelope herself. She was speaking many words to rebut those asking why she was wanted, but the dress was doing all the talking. It was too dark for a debutante, and gave her ethereal brightness above the sharp cut. It made her seem curvacious and stirring. She was signifying she no longer cared for her safe corners. She had not one care Colin Bridgerton had traded his unreserved gentleness to hunt her. Words: 3505, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 35 of A Friendly Debate Fandoms: Bridgerton (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Colin Bridgerton, Penelope Featherington, Violet Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton, Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Eloise Bridgerton, Francesca Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton Relationships: Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Alfred Debling/Penelope Featherington, Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Violet Bridgerton & Bridgerton Siblings Additional Tags: Jealousy, Courtship read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/57671950