#i NEED to make him my hairy chubby husband

[osamucide]

NSFW—MDNI

boyfriend!Toji who swears he’s out of the game. he’s done the thing, got married and had a kid—when he starts dating you he promises himself it’s for companionship purposes only. he’s a lonely old man; he wants someone to fuck on, someone to kiss at night, someone to fill a certain void he’s got trouble placing let alone admitting to himself. you make him feel young and hot—the way your fingers creep up the faint trail of hair on his toned stomach, the way you lick his pecs and suck on his nipples and draw sounds out of him he’s not sure he’s ever heard before; you beg to ride his toned abs, beg to hump his muscular thigh, beg to squeeze his big ol’ tittes because the more of him to love, the better. not soon enough, it seems, it’s you begging him to fuck his fat load into you with his even fatter cock—you’ve got your hands on his abdomen, his hips, his chest, not pushing him away but pulling him ever closer, wanting to feel him, more, more, more; you want as much of him as you can get.

only when he’s fiancé!Toji does he really realize what you’re doing—you’ve done some sort of witchcraft on him. you’ve had to. no matter how much he hits the gym, he’s filling out in ways he never thought he would. you notice, too—but it doesn’t seem to bother you. quite the opposite, actually. when he turns to the side in the mirror, analyzing his gut—all the beer must finally be catching up to him, or maybe it’s your cooking—you just wrap yourself around him and dig your fingers into the layer of plush forming around his waist. the pretty little rock he put on your finger glints in the mirror and steals his attention for a second until you’re burying your face in his shoulder, your hands dancing beneath the waistline of his sweatpants—beneath his tummy—to tease the thick bush you insisted he stop grooming so vigilantly because you don’t mind, you had said with a hint of something else behind your coy smile. you hum as you take in his smell, grin as his cock twitches to life between your fingers, laugh a little when his back arches the slightest bit into you.

husband!Toji’s aware of what you’ve done, but he loves you too damn much to care. all of his musculature is soft and full, no longer hard and sinewy, and he’s never clean-shaven. you even implored him to let the tuft of hair on his chest—the one he was so unsure about—sprawl across his (now squishy) pecs and you just bask in him. you take your time with your husband—you bite the stretch marks on his biceps from his years of training, now cracking further, prettier, pinker under your hand. you grab on his lovehandles while you ride him—there’s far more room to dig your signature in with your nails after you’ve fed him so well. you bury your nose in the thick happy trail on his cute, round stomach before you suck him, seemingly worshipping every hair on his pelvis prior to taking him in your mouth. his fat balls seem bigger, saggier—you love fitting your lips around them, hearing him croon and call you dollface. his thighs, still strong but fluffier with both hair and chub, squeeze your head so lovingly when you go down on him; you squeeze them back with just as much adoration.

it’s no wonder Toji let you pull him off the bench. not only does he still feel young and hot, despite everything he thought would go out the window the second you started making him pasta in exchange for your orgasms and begging him to stay home and cuddle instead of going to hit arms—he feels okay with getting old, because you still think he’s the hottest man you’ve ever laid eyes on as long as you’ve got all of him to love.

[bimbosandbubbles]

Thinking about men who love teasing their chubby little wife to tears and babbles

Warnings-mean/nice dom,yandereish but in a soft appealing way, fingering,humiliation done in a gentle way,degradation and praise and ofc hairy pussy mentions bcs it’s natural! Daddy kink!

“You’re so good to me baby,thank you so much for making me that delicious lunch!”

A soft kiss is placed on your chubby cheek—a cheek that’s stretched with a bright smile. You’ve always loved how your husband praised you,always appreciated whatever you’d do for him no matter how big or small.

It could be,”My angel,you look so cute today! That outfit you’re wearing makes me wanna kiss you all over!”

Or range to,”My pretty little wife is so good at listening to me,so perfect for me.I think you need a little reward,huh? What does my good wife think?” He smiles in a innocent way that would fool anyone except you, into thinking he had pure intentions. That hypothesis would be so wrong…because usually a promised reward leads to you you laying nude on the huge king size bed—legs parted to show the patch of hair covering your sopping cunt and your thighs shaking in knowing anticipation.

He’ll slot himself right in between the throbbing area—taunting you when he moves his big thigh against the lower half of your slit. “I know you’ve been such a good girl for me but you have show me how much you want this,okay sweetheart?” You know exactly what he wants so you give it to him. You compliment how good he makes you feel in and out the bedroom—coaxing him with honeyed words straight from the heart and the aching cunt pulsing to be touched.

“Tell me I’m the only one who can make you feel this good—I’m only one who can make you see shooting stars—go on,tell me pretty baby.” You do and emphasize each word by placing a pudgy hand onto his veiny one,making sure to squeeze just enough to let him know how much his effort means to you. “Good girl,thank you for telling daddy how much he means to you…but since you told it’s my turn to show.” He’ll say this and make it sound he’ll finally fuck you—finally free you from the shackles dubbed as excitement.

He doesn’t though instead his slender finger traces the opening and closing entrance—teasing the hole with the thought of fullness. “Tell me more,my sweet girl. Tell daddy how good he makes you feel.” You whine and moan—desperate voice cracking into teased tears that tumble down your cheeks in a way that your husband groans at. “You said I’m a good girl! I want m’ reward already. Please daddy.”

“Aww my good girl,you’re right. No need to be rude. Now tell me”—he pulls a strong hand away from your wet canal. “How bad do you want it?”

He’ll watch you babble and cry for minutes and minutes on end because his cute wife is just so irresistible. With your watery eyes,your trembling plump belly,your cooing and pleading lips—God and that desperate cunt of yours.

The torture and teasing only gets worse once he eases his two digits in you. He’ll often do this one maneuver where his other hand rubs and squeezes the fat of your belly even leaning down to give the pudgy flesh a few bites and marks. He does this all while fingering you til you see white. But once you do he’ll stop,over and over and over until you full on start crying for him to just fuck you.

“Yeah? You want daddy to fuck you? Are my fingers not good enough for you,greedy girl?” You tell him his fingers are oh so good but right now all you need is daddy’s fat cock in you. That’ll make him smile and kiss your little warm chubby face. “You’re such a good girl. Perfect baby—so worthy of daddy’s cum.”

He’ll have you folded to the point your cellulite ridden thighs are pushed all the way to your squish your plump belly so he can see your pretty pussy. He’ll stop and stare as he stokes his aching red cock to the view—he just adores barely getting a sneak peek of what your fat lips and hair covers. He loves being able to see your pubes get stuck to the pure slick everywhere.

When he finally puts it in you’re already telling him how thankful you are for his cock. “So good,my wife. So so so good. You deserve my cock all the time,don’t you?” He’ll have you say over and over that you do deserve his cock and that you love it so much. That no one can ever replace him and no one ever will.

He’s groaning and grunting,thrusting harder into your oh so welcoming pussy. But then he’ll stop,pull out,and force you to hold your legs back for him. He’s stroking his cock again and grinning at your tearful expression that he can barely see over your cute pudge. You look so sad—so empty and upset that his cock isn’t in you no more. But he’ll assure you that you’ll fuck you nice,long and hard to the point you’ll begging him for no more.

But despite the affirmation you’ll still whine and beg for him to just come back inside you. Because you need him,because your pulsing pussy is just so void without his fat cock plugging into it. And of course he gives into you—his sweet precious wife.

The whole night you’re left being edged and empty until finally he makes you see stars three separate times. But oh no—believe for a fact he’s never ever done teasing his wife because he could always make whine for more and more.

Characters

Nanami,Gyomei,Giorno,Taiju,Geto,Higuruma,Uzui,Douma, Eustass Kid,Luci,Aki,Toji,Hisoka,Chrollo,Uvogin, Doflamingo,Barou,Bachira.etc

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!<3

[sadnesslaughs]

It turns out that, rather than space orcs, humans are more like space cats. We believe ourselves to be the best species in the galaxy when we actually are taken care of by more advanced aliens while doing little more than being adorable and destroying local wildlife when left to our own devices.

(A response to a writing prompt)

“For only six quizmo’s a day, you can sponsor a human like Larry.” The advertisement stated, with the camera panning to Larry sitting on the beach, licking an ice-block. “Larry is divorced, lonely and has a weird thump in his chest that he refuses to talk to his doctor about. For six quizmo’s you can give someone like Larry the push they need to get their life back on track.”

The camera continued following Larry, showing the chubby man splashing about in the ocean with the droplets of water running down his hairy stomach. “At Humans need love. We help humans like Larry get their lives back on track. Our policy is subtlety in helping, which means we help the humans in ways they won’t ever notice. It could be as simple as putting a fresh shirt in his wardrobe, switching his meals to something healthier, or even just implanting a charm chip in his brain to help him land a lovely mate. So, if you want to help someone like Larry get his life back on track, please visit our help page, where you will find all the latest details on our newest humans.”

The advertisement ended with Larry putting away his beach towel at home; the man looking dejected after a day out. Not even the warm sand between his toes could cheer up his miserable life. Though, thanks to the help of humans need love, they located a woman that was also looking for a partner, making it so her car broke down outside of Larry’s home. The last shot showing Larry opening the door, with the two humans smiling at each other, finally feeling some hope in their hearts that things could get better.

“Aww, wasn’t he cute? Did you see all that belly fur he had? I just want to pat his tummy wummy.” Alids cooed, throwing her clawed hands up, the three fingers having nasty black nails that could pierce through flesh in seconds. Her insectoid jaw clicked as she turned to her mate, who only crossed his dark branch shaped arms.

“They always put the cute ones in the commercials.” Maxita huffed, being the alien equivalent of a man’s man. He didn’t want to admit the humans story had touched his heart, trying to keep up a stoic attitude, even while he eyed the help page in the corner of the advertisement.

“Can we adopt one? Please. It’s only six quizmo’s a day. I’ve heard they even give you updates. Our neighbor Heshooal adopted one last week, and she found out he goes outside, drinks a lot of poison and then passes out in parks. He’s such a sleepy guy.”

Maxita groaned, unable to deny how cute that was. “Fine, we can adopt a human.”

“You’re the best.” Alids hugged her husband, their mouths pressing together, creating a loud clicking noise that sounded like a broken fan blade smashing against its cage. When they broke their kiss, Alids grabbed her tablet, activating the chip in her brain. The chip connecting with the tablet, allowing her to effortlessly bring up the help page. All it took was for her to think about the symbol in the ad, and suddenly it appeared on the tablet, showing all the latest humans they had. She rested the tablet between them as they looked through the results.

“What about Andy? Says he likes to fight people at train stations. That sounds fun,” Maxita offered.

“No, no. A little too feral for my taste.”

“Isn’t that a good thing? That means he needs our help more than the others.”

“I…. guess, I just want one that’s a little cuter. Less rough around the edges. What about Nina? Says here she wants to be a ballerina, but can’t focus on her dreams because she has to work two jobs. We could support her dreams.” Alids didn’t know what a ballerina was, but it sounded interesting. To think even these little creatures had jobs and roles, it was all so amusing.

“If that’s what you want, my mate.” Maxita said, not as interested in something so basic.

“Fine, I’ll look for someone else. What about Sherry? Says she likes to go to restaurants and demand better service, even before the server has reached her table. She’s a wittle troublemaker, yes you are,” Alids said, patting the little icon that displayed the sixty-year-old woman’s saggy face.

“Hm.” Maxita wasn’t as convinced, scrolling through her profile only to see a video of Sherry punching out another old lady over a game of bingo. That making the alien grin. “Over five confirmed knock outs at bingo. She’s been banned from ten bingo halls, but keeps finding a way inside. I like this one.”

“See, she’s our little troublemaker. Think of all the help we can give her.” Alids hugged her mate’s side as she entered their payment details. After an eye scan, the payment went through, and Sherry was officially sponsored. “I can’t wait for our first update. Do you think she’s going to turn her life around? Maybe she’ll learn to be nicer?”

“Or maybe she’ll use our money to get a heavier walking stick to whack people with,” Maxita said, the alien couple imagining the possibilities, eager to hear receive some news about their newly sponsored human.

[ladylooch]

Whenever you can, could you please write something with Kevin and baby Luca, we have a lot of Timo and Lio as a baby and every time its so precious, I would kill for some Kevin and baby Luca 🥹

The wake boarding boat driven by Alex begins to motor forward. Kevin breathes in deep then focuses his energy into staying upright as the machine rolls forward. The last few summers, he has gotten pretty good. But this summer, Luca is here. Although his 5 month old will never, ever remember this, it matters to Kevin that his son sees him succeeding. It is what drives Kevin on the ice now too.

Kevin is able to maintain his upright posture for significantly longer this round. So long that Alex thinks that is enough of that and purposefully gets Kevin to fall into the water. Kevin yowls as he comes up out of the water, screaming German profanity at Alex as he circles back around to grab Kevin.

“You were doing too good! I had to!” Alex calls with a devilish smile. “You wanna go again?”

“No. I need a break. My thighs are shaking like pre-season.” Kevin jokes. 

He grabs the ladder, moving up it soaking wet. Sam hands him his towel, then watches as he works the soft fabric over his hairy legs. Her eyes focus in on where his board shorts have slid up his muscular thighs. They bunch up high, hinting at what Sam wants to touch beneath. If she’s honest, she wants that back in her mouth like it was this morning. She bites her lip then looks away as memories of their morning sex flood her mind. 

“I saw that.” Kevin murmurs with a chuckle. Sam shrugs.

Her husband is hot, in peak off-season condition, can’t blame her for being so damn thirsty.

“Look at this sleepy boy.” Kevin murmurs once he is mostly dry. He sits down next to his wife. Luca is resting with his cheek between her breasts, little mouth puffing in soft breaths as his eyes close. Luca loves everything about the boat except the life jacket he has to wear. But once the motor starts trolling through the water, he instantly falls asleep. Kevin carefully scoops Luca out of his mom’s arms, then settles him against his chest. His lips fasten to the top of his head, then he rubs Luca’s small back over his sun protectant shirt. They are under the canopy, and he is slathered in sunscreen, but they can never be too careful with their whole world.

“Kev, want a beer?” Alex asks.

“I’m good.” Sam is still breastfeeding and he wants to be supportive of her in that journey. 

The boat patters around the familiar lake Alex and Felicia live on for the next hour. They talk about the massive houses they see. They discuss the upcoming season and how Kevin is feeling going into it. Luca sleeps on Kevin’s chest the whole time. He grips at his dad’s bicep with pudgy fingers, heavy sighing every so often. Kevin’s fingers trail along his back too, dropping kisses to his hair whenever he feels like it. He knows he has to soak up every moment with Luca right now. Soon, the season will start and keep them apart for long stretches. Luca is about to hit so many developmental milestones in the next year. It makes Kevin sad to know he will likely miss some. 

When Luca wakes up, Kevin greets him in excited Swiss German. Luca squeals, a huge smile coming out on his chubby cheeks. He kicks his legs wildly, then giggles when Kevin leans down to blow a raspberry on his belly. The adults all laugh at the excitement that bubbles from the baby. 

“Woooow!” Kevin suddenly startles, getting a whiff of the bomb their son dropped during his nap. “We need a diaper stat, mama.” Kevin laughs. Sam hands him that and a pack of wipes 

“Isn’t that so much better” Kevin murmurs after he is done. He kisses Luca’s cheek, handing him to Sam for a moment. He ties the old diaper up in a disposable, plastic bag from Target, not wanting that stench to radiate over the boat. 

“You guys cool if we stop and swim for a bit?” Alex asks. “I’m getting hot.”

They all agree. Alex and the kids jump into the water. Sam and Kevin sit on the swimming platform with Luca while Felicia stays at the front of the boat to read her book. Kevin puts Luca’s feet in the water. He kicks at it, then leans forward, trying to figure out how to play patty cake with the waves. Kevin holds Luca’s balance, and his wrists, then shows him how to pat the water. Droplets his Luca’s face and he startles then begins to cry.

“Oh no!” Kevin exclaims. He turns Luca around to look at him. “You’re okay, baby. I’m here. Won’t let nothing happen to ya.” He puckers his lips, then smiles as he settles his son back between his legs to try again with the water. This time, Luca leans forward and pats at the water himself, like he knows exactly what to do.

“You were made to be a daddy.” Sam compliments Kevin. “You’re so good with him.”

“Most important job I’ll ever have.” He murmurs. Sam leans forward. Kevin turns his face to capture her lips greedily.

“Can Luca come play with us?” Sawyer asks, kicking his feet a bit so he can lean on the swim platform. 

“He’s too little.” Sam says. “Maybe next summer!” Serena sighs. 

“What can he do?”

“Not much, kiddo. He is a baby. You were pretty useless too at this age.” Alex reminds his impatient daughter.

“Uncle Kev, can we swim together?” Serena asks, patting his knee from her spot in the water. Sam nods to Kevin and takes Luca from him. Kevin dives into the lake, then spends the next fifteen minutes picking Serena up and throwing her farther into the water. 

Sam smiles then feels the all too bittersweet longing for time to quicken and slow at the same time. 

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*cracks knuckles* apologies in advance for long post but u literally just invited me to infodump and i am nothing if not a scoundrel so you might regret this <3 also sorry for answering late i had rly awful cramps yesterday and was like. passing out ough </3

anyway. i may have created a monster i may have had a stroke of genius. or perhaps just a stroke. i've come up with a polyship that blends three of my favourite france ships (sorry arthur...)

it has no basis in canon and i don't know if it's historically sound or sensical whatsoever but i dont care. fran deserves the most rugged lads around to keep up with her insatiable needs.

turkey, scotland and america.

according to my HCs sadık is what i'd call hypermasculine. ripped as fuck, with copious, thick, dark body hair - and a bit cocky. alasdair as well, he's shy but buff and hairy and chubby - the bear trifecta. i guess alfred isn't a bear in the truest sense of the word, like in my opinion he's hella muscular but not very hairy at all, prob shaves or waxes. he could also be chubby as a treat, why not? it is always morally correct to make characters chubby. (also, alfred wore a bear waiter outfit in the april fools ep so. honorary bear :3)

i also think the ship works particularly well with transfemme françois(e) but it could absolutely work with bigender/genderfluid male/nb fran too! (for anyone who's new here i always HC france as amab and some kind of genderqueer or transfeminine) but i digress!

so i don't know all too much about poly relationship styles IRL but i see this as being a closed, committed/exclusive relationship where it's fran (goldilocks) and her 3 bears all living together. they're all completely devoted to her and she loves them each equally. healthy polyamory isn't about giving 3 people each 33.3% of your heart, it's about being able to love with your entire heart three times over.

sharing a barbie doll like that isn't easy but fran makes sure that whoever she's with at the moment, he knows she's all his. the three guys bond over prioritizing her happiness, and despite the complexity of their lifestyle they don't butt heads too much if at all.

i don't really see them as being involved with each other romantically, separate from fran. they're brother husbands. saying they're like roommates with the same gf isn't unaccurate but would be way oversimplifying it. they're involved in each other's lives to a point where they're inseparable. they've all chosen to settle down together so their bond is on a much closer level than mere friendship, but it's mostly platonic?? ngl they probably do engage in foreplay together and make out a lil bit. they'd do it if their queen wanted to watch.

additionally i'm not sure if they'd be friends organically, as in without fran there to unify them in the first place. their personalities are all very different and have different needs in their relationships with her.

alasdair has a lower social battery compared to the others and needs more time alone, including alone with the wifey, to just sit and cuddle and talk. alfred is high energy and needs a lot of attention. (read: walkies. he's a puppyboy) sadık is pretty independent, but likes being treated like a king, so fran puts a lot of effort into impresing him and performing acts of service for him.

and in some ways, they're very similar. all of them have possessive, territorial qualities (fran loves a possessive man) while alasdair and alfred are the jealous type. aly because he can be somewhat insecure and clingy, alfred bc he's a bit immature. i don't see sadık as truly getting jealous, he's too self-confident, but instrad he's very competitive and dominant so basically same difference.

alfred is undeniably a boytoy and yet so much more. he's optimistic and uplifting, he makes her feel young and playful and never lets her get bored. alasdair is who she goes to when emotionally vulnerable, the gentle one who provides moral support, guides and empowers her. sadik loves to challenge her on a physical and intellectual level, encouraging her talents while keeping her on her toes.

those are just examples, their roles don't stop there. they make her laugh, protect her, hold her, shower her with affection and gifts, always look out for her best interests, praise her not only for beauty but the generous, warm-hearted person she is. whatever she needs.

even though it might seem like they're her manservants, she has three husbands to take care of!! making dinners and packing lunches, keeping a big house clean, keeping them comfortable etc. it's hard work for her to balance and nurture all these relationships, individually and as a foursome, but if anyone can do it it's our girl.

between the three of them she's rewarded generously... her poor booty tho... ok i suppose i'll stop there but please feel free to send more asks about them or anything else literally whenever <3

[sluttyhusband]

You Make Me Feel Special

Henry Cavill x Chubby!Male Reader

Title based off TWICE’s “Feel Special”

Requested by anon: Hiiii! Could you please write a fic where Henry Cavill and his husband M/n Cavill (😌) are going out, maybe for one of Henry's movie premiere. Henry's husband is a total sweet boi, so nice and shy and he kinda doesn't like to go out, not liking the cameras and attention N stuff. But surprise surprise, he's a total darling, so sweet with everyone, and just such a good person. Everyone kinda falls in love with him. The news is like "Who is M/n Cavill?" or "The man who stole Superman's heart", he just kinda became a celebrity. Throughout it all Henry protects his husband (and his privacy), always keeping an arm around him (😌), making sure he's okay, even when people approach him to take a picture, he keep his husband close. So, people start flirting with M/n openly, even in social media. They are just simping for the thicc shy boy. After trying to keep it together for some time, Henry finally breaks, he doesn't want to loose his baby boy. And he reminds M/n of that (😌) (can you include praise kink, breeding, and size kink?). Thanks for your time!

NOTE: This’ll also be like my 1K special fic cuz I still can’t believe I hit 1K, ugh thank you all so much 💙

Fluff & Smut: Henry literally being the best husband ever, Henry’s hairy pecs 👁

Lights flashing and people yelling, you weren't the biggest fan of doing this doing this, but it was bearable, only because Henry made it bearable. Also it would mark your announcement that you two were a couple, many times being caught with him and saying you were just a friend visiting... constantly… staying at his home... for many nights in a row.

"Henry!", a reporter yells out, "How's your friend M/N?", you ducked your head in shyness. "Well actually there's a bit of news, me and M/N are no longer friends. We're husbands. Have been for quite a while actually"

Henry's tone was that of no shame, only pure proudness, he was proud to be with you. And his tone while proud, was just a bit loud, catching the attention of the reporters nearby.

The two of you hand kept the rings hidden by keeping your hands and in your pockets, now with the cat out of the bag, Henry reveals his hand. The wedding band being the center of attention for photographers, that is until you show yours and Henry grabs your face and pulls you into a kiss.

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"HENRY CAVILL MARRIED IN SECRET TO WHAT WAS THOUGHT TO BE CLOSE FRIEND” tabloids, articles, and newspapers were plastered with yours and Henry's face. Bit more so your face than Henry’s, and all the questioning and wonder was also more focused on you.

Who were you? How did you meet Henry? Why are pictures of you and Henry being romantic not available?

Who knew

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Henry’s announcement caused quite a stir for a while. You two would walk down the street holding hands and people would come up to you, and you specifically. You’d learn to get used to it, being told you have sort of a more welcoming and nurturing vibe, that being why people were comfortable coming up to you, Henry being somewhat intimidating even when he didn’t want to be.

But that didn’t stop some guys going up to you, fully flirting with you with no shame. And you were a married man, of course you weren’t going to encourage their behavior, and neither was Henry. He got sick of it. Extremely quickly.

Specifically a few weeks after Henry had announced you two being married, he had been there the few times guys would get the courage to put the moves on you, and he laughed it off at first. But he grew annoyed. This guy fully boasting about himself, earning six figures a month, which you both knew wasn’t true. Henry’s final straw was the punk’s comment about your weight.

“Though if we got together you’d need to lose like”, and he looked you up and down, circled you, “yeah you’d need to lose like maybe five or ten pounds”.

Now you two were grateful that neither of you had received any backlash, specifically you because he knew you didn’t like to be in the spotlight all that much. But he just couldn’t take it anymore, everyone fawning over you, seeming to want to marry you as well! And this guy’s comment, it finally did it for him.

Without hesitation Henry swung at the man, his fist connecting to the man’s cheek. Knocking him to the ground and beginning to groan in pain, “Don’t ever talk about my husband like that you worthless piece of garbage”, Henry spat before dragging you to the car.

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Of course that little moment wasn’t ignored, pictures and videos were revealed of the event. People immediately coming to your defense, saying the man was completely in the wrong.

“How dare that nobody say M/N needs to lose weight?! He isn’t that good looking himself either”, “M/N is totally hot!! Like really hot, have y’all seen his ass?”

Comments similar to those were under posts, and even ones dirtier than the second one. And Henry couldn’t stand it, you are all that he has, someone he loves so much, maybe even too much. Would you think that Henry’s not enough after seeing how everyone craves you?

He couldn’t allow it.

He won’t allow it.

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Later that night, Henry laid in bed in thin grey sweatpants and shirtless, remembering your guy’s wedding night. The sounds you made, how you called his name, clenching around him, there was a need that night, a need that Henry wanted to bring out again.

You were in the shower, after the days events you wanted to relax. And so Henry purposely kept thinking about the wedding night. Knowing you’d walk into him sporting a tent.

And he was right, he remembered your face as he entered you that night, and that was enough to have him leaking. And you walking in at the perfect time.

“Well someone’s excited”, you chuckle as you dry your hair, walking out naked. “Knowing I married the sexiest guy imaginable can get a guy going y’know”, he smirks as a wet spot appears on his sweats, ‘damn precum already?’, he thought as he squeezed his 9-inch dick through the sweats.

”The sexy one here is you”, you say, climbing onto his lap, “You punching that guy earlier was so fucking sexy, the animalistic energy you had, the way your muscles flexed in your shirt, and just knowing you’d protect me almost made me cream my pants right then and there”.

You lean down for a kiss, Henry’s tongue slipping into your mouth, showing his dominance over you. He was so much bigger than you, towering over you since the day you met, he loved it. He loved leaning down to kiss you, a goodbye kiss after a date, a kiss under the shower, and when he leaned down to kiss you after saying your I do’s.

Now he’s here, tongue down your throat, his hands playing with your plump ass, your hands on his gloriously hairy pecs. Squeezing them in delight. “Why am I the only one naked here”, you ask, rubbing your own hard dick against his clothed one, “You’re right honey, it’s not fair is it?”

He gets up, grabbing something from the closet. A camera. “Just like our honeymoon”, he sets it down on the dresser, pointing towards the left side of the bed, Henry knew it would capture the best angles. Like him unleashing his rock hard dick.

He did it on the opposite side of the bed, so it would also capture your reaction, “You never fail to amaze me with your size babe”, you say before taking it in your mouth, fondling his balls in your hands, Henry throwing his head back in ecstasy and eyes rolling back.

He pulls out for a quick second before laying on his back on the bed once more, feeling your skillful mouth around his dick. “C’mon baby, lube it up”, he says while caressing your cheek. You continue to do so for a but before Henry feels himself about to cum. “Ok baby, that’s enough”, you give a slight pout, “Don’t worry, you’ll still get my cum, just not in your pretty mouth right now, now come on, face down, ass up”.

He gives you a peck, tasting himself before deciding to focus on your glorious ass. Taking the two mounds in his hands and spreading them to reveal your tight pucker. Henry begins to give kisses around it, feeling you slightly tremble at each peck, then he finally gets to your hole, he licks it before also giving it a kiss, savoring the feeling of your soft whimpers escaping your mouth.

He continues this process for a while until he decided to finger fuck you. His big thick fingers going in and out of you, causing more moans to escape your mouth. “We’re almost there baby, you’re doing so good for me, my good boy”, your dick twitches at the praise, drops of your precum spilling out onto the bed.

After Henry decides that the prep is enough, he rolls you onto your back, “I want to look at my gorgeous boy’s face as I pump him full of my seed”, you bite your lip and smile as he leans down to kiss you again.

While kissing you, Henry rubs his tip against your hole, his spit and his precum lubricating it to make for an easier entrance. He then slips it in, only a fee inches, causing you both to moan into the kiss, “My god you feel amazing M/N, so fucking amazing”, Henry leans down to your neck and starts leaving hickeys, knowing that you’d been seen with them and people would know you’re his.

“S-so fucking big”, you whine as he continues to put his dick inside you. The final thrust hitting your prostate causes you to moan loudly, “That’s it, make those gorgeous sounds for me baby”. Henry slowly begins thrusting his hips into you, grabbing your leg and placing it on his shoulder to brace himself before he starts to really get into it.

“You know what M/N, m’gonna fill you up so good, overflow your hole with my babies'“, you moan at the thought, “Yeah? You like that? Having my babies inside you”, you incoherently mumble in agreement as you begin to feel him gain speed. He leans down and whispers in your ear, “You’re mine M/N”, you grab onto his chest, teasing his nipples and grabbing his pecs, “O-nly nngh y-yours”.

“You gonna cum baby?”, you nod your head, “Me too, cum with me”. Henry grabs your dick and jerks you off the rhythm which he’s thrusting into you, he you pulsating, you tightly clenching around him, “3, 2, 1”, with that, you both scream out in pleasure, your cum shooting onto your body, and his shooting into your hole.

He pulls out and sees the cum on your body, he begins to lap it up, “Your body looks even more gorgeous when it’s covered in cum baby”, he stares into your eyes as he laps it up, working his up to your face. With your cum still in his mouth, you both kiss, you both enjoying your taste. He grabs you and places you on top of him, continuing to make out. After a while you both break the kiss, tiredness beginning to take you over. Before Henry forgets, he stops the camera, you two would watch it tomorrow. He joins you back in bed, you lay close to him, your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around you. He pulls a blanket on top of the both of you and places a kiss on too of your head.

“You’re the love of my life M/N”, he smiles snd turns off the lights, falling asleep holding you.

[imnotwolverine]

The Accidental Family - Chapter 7

Henry Cavill x OFC - multi-chapter

< Chap 6 | Chap 7 The Accidental Family 

Disclaimer: fluff and mild bit of angst

Word count: 1.790

Author’s note: Okay, this was so much fun! And, I know it’s a little early, but let me hereby send you my well wishes for the new year. May the new year be accident-free, healthy, happy..and hopefully involving some much missed hugs with friends and family!  ❤️

(Link to my Masterlist)

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How much can change in three months? Apparently everything. Just three months ago Henry had been the lead actor in a successful tv hit-series, father to a brood of children at home whom he barely ever saw in between shoots. Then, one unfortunate accident on his motorcycle later, he forgot about the life he had led the past 5 years, the scars beneath his hairline reminding him that it wasn’t a dream; this was real. One day he was a single man, the next he was a husband and dad.

And now here he lay, in bed, four kids sprawled atop him, a slight sheen of sweat covering his hairy chest as he woke from a restless dream, his limbs all tangled with his children who were still fast asleep. 

It was the end of summer and they sure felt like tiny little furnaces, their hands and feet poking awkwardly in his ribs and thighs. 

Not that he’d ever complain. 

They had been the most happy little outcome of one not so happy accident; where he had dreamed and wished and hoped for a family five years ago, here it was. All feet, clingy, sweaty hands, and drooling, snotty noses that prevented him from moving, even if he wanted to.

Trying his best to reach out his right arm, he blindly searched for the soft skin of the other adult in this bed; another happy outcome of the accident. A wife, her fingers entangling with his as she slowly sat up a little, Piper, one of the twins clinging to her neck like a little koala bear.

‘Hey,’ She murmured, squeezing his hand.

Henry grumbled something indiscernible, Phoebe’s chuckle warm in Henry’s heart as she slowly shook her head, falling back into her pillow. All the while, Piper could not give a damn about her mother waking up; she remained completely knocked out, arms hooked around her mom’s neck as she dreamed about becoming an elephant trainer..or perhaps an equestrian - the strong headed little girl hadn’t quite decided yet. 

‘We need a bigger bed.’ Henry yawned, trying his best to stretch out his legs, only to be welcomed with groaning children and even meaner hands fisting into his chest hair. ‘Ooooph. Okay. Max. Maxxy-max. Wakey-wakey.’ Henry tried.

‘No.’ The youngster said, smiling with shut eyes as he kept his hand firmly fisted into his father’s chest hair.

‘Yes.’

‘No.’

‘Well, what I say goes. And it’s a yes from me.’

Max finally opened his blue eyes, his lips jutting out in disagreement. ‘But you told us we could be in bed ALLLLL day.’

‘I said all morning. Since you all slept the whole night through, the lot of you. But now it’s time for some food. And Kal needs a walk - as do you.’

‘But he’s a big dog,’ Max whined, splaying out his limbs, hitting little Cole smack-bang in the face.

‘WAAAAAAAAA.’ The young one cried, but Max didn’t care, continuing undisturbed:

‘..and big dogs can take care of themselves.’

‘Ah, so you did listen yesterday. Haha. Now..Is this you telling me you’re going to make us breakfast? Are you a big boy?’

‘No!’

Henry snickered as the young boy shot an annoyed look at Cole who was crying his eyes out. Cole seemed to have an endless supply of tears - and every single little thing could get the toddler to show just how good he had gotten at crying. 

‘Pfft dadddyyyy.’ Max sighed.

‘Yes?’ Henry smirked as the boy let go off his chest hair. 

‘Only if its pancakes.’

The other children also blinked open their eyes; ‘PANCAKES?!!!’ 

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Yawning with mild exhaustion, Phoebe shuffled into the kitchen, being welcomed by the smell of pancakes, freshly ground coffee and something sticky that was now dragging behind her slipper.

‘Shit,’ She mumbled, looking down at the sticky wrapper that had stuck to her slipper, smearing something honey-gold over the kitchen floor. ‘dammit.’

Looking up, she wanted to ask Henry for a wet cloth to clean up, only to notice that he had totally zoned out, slightly melancholic eyes staring out at the kitchen island as he leaned into the kitchen counter.

‘Babe?’

Henry looked up, blinking away his thoughts.

‘You okay?’ Phoebe kicked off her soiled slipper, walking with one bare, one slippered foot towards him, the children all somehow keeping it relatively quiet at the kitchen table as they snacked on their favourite breakfast.

‘Yea..’ Henry’s melancholic eyes wrinkled as he forced a gentle smile, hiding what was going on being those crystal blues.

For a moment Phoebe felt her heart sink at the sight of this. She knew there could be relapses. That it was still very likely that Henry would become overwhelmed, forget again or decide this life was not for him.

With a hesitant hand she touched his arm, his eyes looking down at where her fingers traced his skin, burning him with the gentlest of touches.  

‘I could have died that day.’ He said softly, looking at the long trail of honeyed residue that had smeared out over the kitchen floor. He sighed. ‘I could have never woken up. Left you alone in this mess.’

‘Hey..where’s all this coming from?’ Phoebe quickly looked at the kids sweetly munching on their pancakes, their faces messy with powdered sugar, before hinting they’d best have this conversation in the hallway.

‘No, no. It’s…’ Henry sighed and opened his arms for her to melt into, her body eagerly doing just that; she could never get enough of his hugs, especially now she had to savour every moment she got with him - the gnawing fear of him leaving her was present everyday, especially now the kids were back home. It wasn’t easy to fall into a life of taking care of four very demanding kids. Let alone suddenly having a wife.

Even if he might have always wished for it, it could still be too much. Would he tell her if it was too much? 

‘Feebs..don’t worry. I just, I mean. I was thinking, this morning, in bed, with the kids in our bed, I...’ He sighed and let his hand trail over her cheek, brushing a rough thumb over her smooth skin, some blond hair catching between his fingers. He looked at the gold in his hand, twirling it a little through his fingers as he felt his wife’s arms tangle around his back, pulling herself even closer to his chest.

Perhaps it was better that he lost the Witcher gig. Had to look for a different career. Perhaps he could be..home more. Could..

His eye caught the movement of one determined four year old climbing off his year, mug of juice precariously held in chubby little fingers. Anddd…

‘Sam!’ Henry called out for him, but it was too late, blue eyes looking up from his little task of walking over to his mom and dad, to miss the slipper that his mom had discarded in the sticky residue, his little mouth making a comical little “o” as he tipped forward, plastic mug falling from his fingers and…

Henry snorted out laughing as the juice flew all the way up to Phoebe’s legs, her lips letting out a little squeak as she quickly looked around.

In moments the calm kitchen was chaos again, the other kids wanting to leave the table, Sam crying out loud for thinking he had done a bad thing, Phoebe trying to clean up the mess and Henry squatting down to console the crying wee one.

‘Hey hey hey - it was only an accident. I’m here...daddy’s here.’ He wrapped his large paws around Sam’s little shoulders, pulling him in for a hug that was eagerly accepted.

Sam snottily nodded into Henry’s shirt; it was like laundry day never ended with four kids ruining every piece of clothing one could own. But, in that moment Henry didn’t care, his arm lifting up Sam before he looked back at Phoebe, who was now rinsing out the juice-soaked cloth, her midnight blues looking back at him with curiosity.

‘And in case you wondered; I’m not going anywhere mama-bear.’ He stepped in and waited for Phoebe to dry her hands before he could lean in for a kiss. 

Phoebe hung the drying towel back on it’s hook, mischievous eyes looking back at him.

‘You better not. Memory or not..you did kind of knock me up with four kids.’

‘Mommy..what’s knocking up?’ Sam blinked up at Phoebe, who now used both hands to grab Henry’s jaw and pull him in for a kiss. Henry half chuckled into the kiss, his face leaning back again so he could look down at Sam, Sam’s mouth and nose a mess after something that must have been close to inhaling the marmalade he had smeared onto his pancake.

‘Matter of fact..I think I can’t remember, either.’ Henry’s face kept a playfully unabashed facade and Phoebe couldn’t help but gasp. 

‘OH! No you…’

‘Maybe mommy could refresh my memory when we have some alone time again? Hmm?’ Henry cheeks turned up in a most mischievous smile.

‘And accidentally get me knocked up..again? Hmm? You want that?’ Phoebe laughed as Henry shrugged indifferently, not minding the idea one bit - what else was he to do with all this free time? Leaning forward she kissed him again, Sam squealing now he felt it was just a bit TOO much mommy-and-daddy-PDA for the moment.

‘Who said THAT was an accident?’ He grinned, before swiftly adding: ‘Later?’ Henry winked, carefully putting Sam back down on the clean floor. Clean for now.

Phoebe laughed and pulled him back in for another delightful mommy-daddy snog, shirts covered in kiddy drool, marmalade and what not.

‘Mmm..Sounds like a plan. I’ll make sure to ..refresh your mind.’

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Henry tugged down his shirt to be somewhat presentable after having spent most of his Sunday stretched out on the couch, reading. He wasn’t sure who’d be at the door, but he had a hunch it were the neighbours who wanted to apologise for the slightly too loud birthday party they had yesterday. 

Honestly, he hadn’t minded it one bit; he enjoyed a little bit of life in his ever quiet house. 

Turning the lock, he swung open the door, expecting the apologetic face of Rita or James..but it wasn’t either of them. Instead he was greeted by a very different apologetic face, golden locks making his heart do a confused little flip in his chest. 

Biting her lip, the blondine - Bee, was it? - shyly shuffled on her feet. 

‘Hi.’ 

Henry quickly straightened up, scolding himself for looking so terribly disheveled in his sweatpants and wrinkly white t-shirt. 

‘H-hi..Bee.’ 

‘Remember me?’ She smiled - she didn’t wear any make-up and he liked it.  

‘Of course. Ha..Eh..’ Henry felt a slight blush creep up his cheeks. ‘Want to come in?’ 

Bee smiled. ‘I hope I don’t interrupt any..-.’

‘Oh no. Please..’ He stepped away to let her inside and blabbed on: ‘I was rather bored actually. Home alone..the usual. It’s nice to see you, I thought -’

Bee halted before him, raising her eyebrows as she waited for him to quiet, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of pink. And Bee? She laughed. Of all the scenarios that had played out in her head, this one was the sweetest, funniest, bestest thing that could have happened. For a moment she didn’t scold herself for getting much too drunk three months ago. For a moment she thought that perhaps this one tiny accident in one bathroom stall at an after party, was the start of something good. 

‘Tea? Wine? Eh...’ 

‘Oh! No wine...no..wine.’ Bee quickly followed Henry out into what she learned to be the kitchen. And what followed next was the most life changing cup of tea she ever had. 

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The End

(For now. I maybe kind of enjoyed writing about these two and their kids a bit TOO much 👀😸Would you like to read more, dear readers?)

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I am NOT tearing up. ;-;

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"Remind me again why did I agreed with this nonsense." Chisaki sighed in pure irritation as he followed close by his wife and eleven years old son and fours years old daughter.

"You lost on a bet with mom." Kaito said nonchantly back and Chisaki could only glare at his son, silently demanding that he did not bring that up again.

"Fair and square!" You chirped before thanking the man giving you two little bags of candie on the little carnival you four were.

"I still think you used cheating." He growled while arching one yebrow as you crouched down to give your kids the bags.

"You say that because you don't admit loosening still~" you singed while he rolled his eyes.

You and Chisaki were still on the conversation while Kin decided to take a look on all around the place.

Her parents, especially her daddy, despised crowded areas, so they choosed the moment where not many people were on the carnival to go. Conving mom was easy, but dad? It was only with a bet.

She smiled a bit at the balloons circling the area before she spotted something crinson red... feathers crimson red.

Her little golden eyes had widened at the possibility of finding THE owner of those, and she sneakily started to walk away... thankfully he wasn't much far.

And indeed it was! The pro-hero Hawks!

Kin knew about her dad's hate for heroes, and she couldn't help to agree that many of those weren't real, only looking to be famous, but something about the blonde made her all giggly inside.

Although when she got closer, she could see how... upset the hero looked. Was he okay?

The man himself soon noticed her presence and put on one of the most fake smiles that the girl saw on him.

"Well, what do we have here? A little chicken walking all alone?" He tilted his head a bit, closed eyes as she looked up at him with certain worry.

"No! I am with my mama, papa and Oni-san!" He opened his eyes and shook his head up and down while humming in understatement.

"Did you got lost then kid?" He crouched down and she blushed a bit at how close the blonde was, giving her the opportunity fo see his hairy chin and his eyes.

"Nope!" She giggled before notocing his frow coming back a bit, she tilted her head with her own little frow growing.

"Uncle Hawks?" He immediately ironed his frow away and half smirked at her "I don't really like the heroes much... most of them always lies for the cameras." She opened a big smile "But you always does your best on this job! I like you lots and many people like you as well! I'm sorry if you're having a bad day and I can't make it better but..." she offered the little bag of candies that her mother had just give it to her as the pro hero arched both of his eyebrows up in slightly surprise "I can give you my candy if you want! Me, papa and Oni-san love it but I can grab some later!"

The blonde stayed with his lips partially open before scoffing a smirk, his gloved hand grabbing the little package from her hands with a grateful nod, patting her dark brow looks, emitting a giggle from the golden eyed girl as he placed the package on his jacket's pocket.

"Thanks a lot kid. Heroes do need somethings like that on bad days like these." He smirked at her little giggle and flushed cheeks as he retreated his hand "You said you like me even if you don't much heroes, isn't that right?"

She nodded before he chuckled again before plucking one of his small feathers out and handing it to her, her golden eyes wide open and almost shinning at the action.

"You, yourself pretty little stranger, were my own little hero today, I guess that the less I could do is retribuit the bag of goodies you gave to me, isn't that right?"

With shocked, chubby and shaking hands she picked the crimson red feather and looked at it like it was the most beautiful thing she had saw, and giggled when the feather jumped from her hand to tickle her nose.

She grabbed again with wide eyes and smile and started to yelp in glee as the hero laughed, genuinely and honestly laughed after so long, while getting up.

He shook his head as the little girl waved at him goodbye before running away with rosy cheeks. His day had gotten better.

"Mama! Mama!" She pushed your clothing to catch your attention "Look! Look!" She showed with a big smile the red feather in her hands.

"Unhand this thing right now Chisaki Kin." Kai growled as he glared daggers at the feather "You don't know how many germs and sickness can it be on one of those things."

"It doesn't papa! Hawks wash his wings probably!" You widened your eyes along with your son as your husband's darkned.

"Hawks..? You mean the bird or...?" Kaito asked while Kin looked at him and shook her head.

"The pro hero Hawks! He was sad, so I gave him my candy, and he gave me one of his feathers!" She showed it again with emphasis before looking up at you "Isn't it pretty mama?!"

"Well it is a-"

"Did he touched you?" Your husband growled and you yelped at the sinister and dark aurea he was emmiting.

"He patted my head!" She pointed at her hair before yelping at her father picking her up and walking quickly away.

"Shower. Hot shower. Now." He growled as he tried to pick the feather despite his daughter's complains and whines.

"Dad is not happy, right?" Kaito said nonchantly as he grabbed your hands while you sighed.

"Definitely not. But is just a feather, and as far as I know your sister only likes one hero."

"I hope so. Heroes are sick." Kaito murmured as you giggled nervously.

"Just like your father, huh, my soldier?" He shrugged his shoulders with a pout and got closer to you.

You already knew it that conving Kai to let Kin have the feather was going to be a war...

[yukiwrites]

His Two Most Precious

For Corrianderweek, Day 3: Bonding Moment. LONG TIME NO KATERINA!! My baby girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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There was always a larger influx of work and reports to read during the weeks preceding any of the Royals’ birthdays, most of all the King’s.

Thus, Xander spent more time than usual cooped up in his study, going over piles and piles of documents each and every day. Of course, so did Kamui, but she was one to know when to take her proper breaks so the people saw the Queen around the castle much more often than they did the King.

Throughout their years (over a decade!) of marriage, Xander had grown resistant to Kamui’s invitations to take breaks, be they family rated or not, so the Queen had to resort to her trump card…

“Toc, toc, toctocTooc!” A youthful, almost baby-like voice sounded at the same time a chubby hand did the set of knocks specially devised for her. The guard on duty outside fidgeted, wanting to open the door as it was his role, but being told not to.

From the inside, Xander tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Katerina?” He asked the empty room, being answered by the youngest princess of Nohr right outside.

“Caan Katie come inn, Papa?” She asked adorably, in a way that Xander could already picture how she was standing on the tips of her toes and swaying her fluffy dress around.

“Of course, my precious princess. Come on in.” The King immediately let go of his pen to welcome his youngest child midway to the room, opening his arms to pick her up.

Before he could, however, Katerina hopped inside and opened a rolled up sheet of paper, yelling a, “ta-dAH! Happy birthdee, Papa!”

“Oh?” Xander chuckled, wearing the warmest and fondest expression only found on a parent who deeply loved their children. “What priceless piece of art! Is that me?” He kneeled in front of the little girl, prompting her to sit on his knee and let him take the drawing so she could point to each of the hairy stick figures she had drawn with crayon.

“Here is Papa, me, Mama, bibig bro and big bro! I made Papa’s crown reaaally big here!” She kicked her chubby legs, making her curly, golden hair bounce around her pointy ears.

“Indeed, you have managed to capture me perfectly, my precious princess. May I keep this with me here?” He rolled the paper back, gesturing to his desk, intending on keeping the drawing in the drawer closest to his arm so it could be within his reach anytime he wanted to look at it.

“Mhm!” Katerina nodded as she wrapped both short arms around her father’s neck, squeezing him in a warm and loving hug. Xander reciprocated the gesture immediately, getting up as he held the little girl with one arm, safely holding her drawing with the other. He walked back to his desk, sitting upon the comfy chair by it so he could safely place the wonderful piece of art inside the drawer.

As he bent sideways to do so, Katerina made herself comfortable on top of his desk -- specifically making of the many important documents of the kingdom as her seat of honor. Usually, the one who would sit on his desk to distract him from work would be-

Wait just a moment…

From the corner of Xander’s eyes, he saw that the door to his study remained ajar, despite him knowing full well that was supposed to be a guard on duty standing right outside. As a rule, it was the soldier’s job to open the door for the guests and close it behind them, so there was no understandable reason for him not to do this single task of his job, unless there was someone of a higher rank than him standing right there to impede him from doing it.

“Say, Katerina?” That line of thought took less than half a second to conconte, so the young princess had barely set her fluffy dress atop his documents when he opened his mouth.

The little girl’s bright, red eyes that looked so much like her mother’s darted straight to Xander, being accompanied by a large, missing-a-tooth grin that somehow managed to melt the King’s heart even further. “Papa?”

“Did someone tell you to come here to do this? My birthday is only two days from now, after all.” He glanced from the princess to the door, wondering if he could catch a glimpse of what was behind that slight crack.

As matter-of-factly a 3-year-old could be, Katerina simply pointed to the door and said, “Mama!”

“C-cough!” Something behind the door moved, making Xander’s gaze catch a glimpse of a blue dress.

Pressing his lips so as to hide a smirk that fought to grow on his lips, Xander cleared his throat, managing to ask with a semi-sarcastic, mostly-fond tone: “Would you care to join us, Kamui?”

Xander could feel the tension coming from beyond the door, which made his hard-fought smirk win half of the battle, giving him an annoyed look to the normal onlooker. To his family, however? They could see that he was fighting back the urge to laugh the moment any of them laid eyes on him.

Kamui awkwardly popped her head inside the study, smiling as though caught red-handed. “Heehee, you caught me!”

“Mama!” Katerina bounced on her seat of documents. “Mama, Mama!”

The couple exchanged glances that carried the words of a man and woman who had been together for the largest part of their lives. See that? She’s calling me so I’m going over now, Kamui giggled innocently, knowing that her husband would see through her ruse right away. We will need to talk later, was the only message Xander’s gaze sent through, but Kamui simply smiled as though to ignore it and quickly headed towards the bouncing little girl.

“Katie heard everyone say it’s Papa’s birthdee, but it’s not! Did Mama say wrong?”

Kamui coughed once again, caught in her ruse by their too-smart 3-year-old. “M-Mama only meant that Papa was too busy with the preparations for this birthday party, my little pumpkin. Thank you for coming here and reminding him to take a break, okay?”

“Mhm!” The little girl nodded vehemently, but stopped it just as fast, “AH!”

Startled out of their skins, the parents each placed one hand on either of Katerina’s shoulders to assess how she was, but the princess simply widened her sparkling eyes as she looked at her mother.

“Bumpkin!” She waved energetically, “Nanny said there was bumpkin snack today!”

Xander and Kamui both breathed out in relief, the Queen placing one hand over her chest as the King stroked his thumb on Katerina’s arm in an act of fondness.

“Are you going to eat lots of pumpkins, my little pumpkin?” Kamui squeezed the little girl’s chubby cheeks, receiving a loud giggle and happy kicks in response.

“Mhm!” She nodded to Kamui, then immediately turned to Xander, opening her arms as though asking for upsies. “Papa, take me!”

Blinking, Xander was stunned for half a second before narrowing his eyes to his wife.

It wasn’t my idea, her eyes said, though her mouth let out a gurgling snort as her hands did a thumbs-up for her daughter’s wit. Noticing how her husband was about to give in, she joined the act by hugging Katerina and showing Xander the exact same look the little girl was giving him. “Take me too, Xander?” She pouted adorably, knowing that she would answer for this later.

“Take meeee, Papa!” Katerina insisted, pushing Kamui away so as to open her arms once again for her father.

Xander further narrowed his eyes as he reached for Katerina, promptly putting her on his arms and getting up from his seat. “I’m afraid I will not be able to take you, my Queen, as my arms are occupied with one princess already.”

Kamui grinned widely. “I suppose I must concede defeat, then. But I must ask for a fee for this travesty.” She tapped on his free arm, asking him to bend down to her short height so she could place a kiss upon his lips.

Not being able to hide his smile anymore, Xander simply did as his wife said and welcomed her kiss with open lips and closed eyes.

“Chuu, chuu, chuu!” Katerina imitated kissy sounds, wanting her to be the next receiver of smooches.

Gurgling a giggle under Xander’s lips, Kamui smiled as their kiss turned into smaller ones until she was able to speak. “Muah, muah, muah for Katie too!” The Queen pulled her little girl’s cheeks closer to her, covering her with loud and wet kisses.

Xander placed a patient peck on Katerina’s forehead after Kamui was done disheveling the princess’ hairdo, slicking the curly hair back with his free hand. After he was done, his Queen took the arm within her own, wanting to be escorted to the tea room alongside their daughter.

“Bumpkin, bumpkin!” Katerina chanted, kicking her tiny feet as Xander made his way out of the room with Kamui in tow. The guard that was supposed to be there had been probably relieved of his duties for the day by Kamui, but that was a matter for him to talk to her another time.

For now, he would enjoy this moment to bond with the most important women of his life, two days before his birthday. 

[rudra-writes]

Barnaby Meets Tiaal (Part 8)

A roleplay story with Tiaal’s player. Vindicator Barnaby encounters a mysterious Rangari woman while on AU Draenor. (Advisory for nsfw themes.)

“It’s a start,” Metuu agrees easily, letting his hand slide down his chest and rest at the waistband of his pants, his eyes never leaving Barnaby and where he touches Tiaal. “I wish to do more than watch, but if that’s the only thing on offer….”

“Oh, come here Kechare.” Tiaal’s only been half following the conversation, but now she joins in, and stretches a hand toward Metuu. “Barnaby is man enough to share if you are, aren’t you, Barnaby?” Her tail strokes the inside of Barny’s thigh and his balls as she coaxes him into saying yes. “Neither of you have to touch, if that’s the issue, but I do love more than one set of hands on my skin…”  She hopes to assuage his fears by showing just what sorts of things she’s implying, this wouldn’t be the first time she’d brought a big male home that balked when it came to sharing space with another, no matter if the others had been told ahead of time and agreed.

Still looking flushed in the cheeks from the touching between his legs and the entire situation, Barnaby looks at Tiaal and Metuu hesitantly. Although he does not know how to put his thoughts to words, his uncertainly is caused by his realization that he wants more - More than he thought he would, at the beginning of this tryst. Barny is growing tired of one night stands. He likes this draenei couple, and is starting to crave an emotional connection to them.

But it doesn't seem like it's in the cards. Apparently, it's common for Tiaal to bring attractive men home with her. He would hardly be the first to be invited. And, she already has a loving husband. She may not want, or need, more.

The notion of sharing Tiaal with Metuu, however, Barnaby finds doesn't bother him. "Sure." Tia is warm and beautiful, and he finds he wishes to please her in any event.

Barnaby settles himself on Tiaal's left side where she lays on the bed, and leans over to suckle and mouth her skin on that side, starting with her left breast, then trailing his lips and tongue down her body and her stomach. His fingertips, meanwhile, cover her folds and her clit with adoring touches.

Tiaal practically beams at Barnaby, and reaches up to catch his face in her hands and kiss him on the lips before she lets him go to wander her body, one hand still buried in his short hair. She hums happily, drowsily even at his touch, responsive but still floating with the pleasure of her last orgasm. Her fingers curl loosely around his tendrils while they’re in reach, stroking down each of their lengths in turn.

“He really is something, Metuu…” she says, turning her head to watch her husband strip out of his garish clothes. Underneath the cloth is all hard muscle, fewer cuts and scars present on his body and mostly along his hands and knuckles - sword-fighting scars. He’s neither as large nor as hairy as Barnaby, but that doesn’t seem to bother him as he puts a knee onto the bed and dips down to lick at Tia’s other breast, leaving her sex in Barnaby’s hands for now. For all his joviality and talkativeness outside of the bedroom, in it Metuu is focused on the task at hand, which is currently pleasing Tiaal while stealing glances at the big vindicator she’d brought home. The both of them soon have her arching up against them, not sure which she touches where in encouragement, though when she finds Metuu’s erection her hand lingers there, holding onto him.

Barnaby smiles into Tiaal's kiss, and at her praise and the hand running through his hair. He decides he should enjoy the moment while he can, and be thankful that he's being allowed to partake in their intimacy. Moments of peace and joy could at times be all too brief. Best to appreciate the moment while it is there, he thinks to himself, even if it's bittersweet.

Barny sighs happily at the stroking to his chubby neck tendrils, finding it very much to his liking. He mirrors Metuu in his curious glances and snatches of attention at the other male across from Tiaal. A muscle-hardened physique is attractive in its own way, as is the sight of Tiaal's fingers curled around the other draenei's cock.

The vindicator kisses and licks down Tiaal's body, and then settles himself in-between her legs, rubbing over her thighs with his hands. He kisses a circle around her pussy, then starts to administer half-licks against her folds with his tongue, moving gradually before sliding his tongue from the bottom of her opening up to her clit. Being this intimately close to Tiaal, and worshipping her sex in this manner is heady for him, and Barny is soon hardening once more.

Metuu claims her mouth as she starts to moan, wanting to swallow that sound of pleasure. He grips one of her horns before sliding back to grab a handful of her hair, knowing after so long with her exactly how to draw out her pleasure. His other hand trails down her body and accidentally brushes against Barnaby’s shoulder, and keeps going down his arm for a few inches before he gets back to the skin of Tiaal’s thigh, not changing pace or treating Barnaby any different than her, though he does try to map out where the other male is and keep those touches to a minimum, at least until Barnaby decides what level of comfort he has with the contact.

Tiaal is soon arching and writhing under their combined assault, needy whines that become increasingly loud. “Please…. one of you... inside,” she pants, gripping Barnaby’s crest with one hand and Metuu’s cock in the other, stroking him needfully. Metuu looks up and over at Barnaby, trying to ask without words which of them will answer her.

Barnaby raises his head at Tiaal's request only slightly after Metuu does. The two male draenei exchange questioning looks.

As much as Barny wants to thrust himself back inside Tia, he feels the more correct response is to move aside, and allow Metuu this pleasure. Barnaby has already finished inside Tiaal just earlier this evening, and there was also the matter that they are being generous in allowing him to participate.

The vindicator squeezes his almost painfully erect cock with his fingers. He catches Metuu's eye and nods, then raises his heavy body up from in-between Tiaal's legs, and lays himself down at her side on the bed. Barnaby extends his hands, caressing Tia's upper body and palming her breasts with the pads of his fingers, his lips kissing underneath her jaw and along her neck. She's beautiful, and feels and smells nice, causing his cock to throb eagerly. Tia's legs and lower body are left to Metuu's attention.

Tiaal gives Metuu one last squeeze and lets go of him to use his hip to pull herself up. She stands up on her knees and kisses him, open mouthed, a welcome home kiss that leaves them both breathless. Afterwards Tia pulls back and gives a meaningful look at Met before turning around and presenting her ass to him, knees on the edge of the bed. It gives her the perfect angle to work on Barnaby’s cock and has the benefit of being a good viewing angle for both of them. She moans around Barnaby’s cock as Metuu slides into her from behind.

Barnaby gasps quietly at the sight of Tiaal kissing Metuu in welcome. The two draenei look so comfortable and natural together, lovers and partners for likely hundreds, or perhaps thousands of years.

Barny hadn't been expecting her to change position. When Tia's mouth wraps around his erect cock, and he sees Metuu lining himself up behind her, grasping her hips in his strong hands, he leans his head back and moans in abandon. How good this feels, how warm and trusting. It takes very little time for him to get worked up, his cock sliding along Tiaal's tongue and her soft mouth while Metuu's cock vanishes inside her, pulls back, then thrusts forward again, over and over in a haze. His mind clears of concerns or worries, entering an almost trance-like state of pleasure.

Barnaby isn't certain of how much time has passed when he's leaning over Tiaal's back, attempting to steady himself by placing his hands on Metuu's shoulders. It almost looks like a hug.

Metuu threads his arms around Barnaby’s to match his pose, placing his hands on Barnaby’s shoulders. He smiles encouragingly at the other male before looking down at the sexy lady between them. Metuu always enjoyed sharing Tiaal, enjoyed how utterly into she got, and it makes him even harder to hear her moaning around Barnaby’s cock from his motions.

“You should pinch her nipples,” Metuu suggests to Barnaby, earning another moan from Tiaal as she squeezes down around him in anticipation. “She likes that.”

Barnaby seems almost as lost in the sensations as Tiaal. The big vindicator is panting while he holds onto Metuu's shoulders with his eyes closed. He grunts at the feel of Tia's mouth around his aching cock, and when he cracks an eye open, he groans at the sight of her beauty and Metuu's cock disappearing inside her. Whatever uncertainty he had previously held about Metuu seems to have been completely banished, at least for now.

At Metuu's suggestion, Barnaby nods, his large hands sliding from the other male's shoulders down his sides, and then forward along Tia's body, until they end up underneath her chest. He's fondling and tugging on her nipples indulgently when he realizes he's not going to last much longer. The entire situation is so hot, and this couple is being so warm and accepting of him.

"I'm going to come," Barnaby whispers, even as his hips continue to jerk forward, pushing his cock hungrily past her lips. It's meant as a courtesy to Tiaal, warning her of his impending orgasm, to allow her time to decide what to do.

Tiaal looks up at him, mouth still around his cock and sucks on just the head, using the tip of her tongue to swirl around his corona and flick his frenulum. Behind her, Metuu watches with dark eyes and lets out a low moan as they come together with wet slaps that shake her mouth on Barnaby’s cock.

“Yeah babe, you gonna swallow him down?” Metuu asks, staccato from his pacing. He slaps her rump with the flat of his hand and she moans around Barnaby’s cock, her own eyes nearly all pupil and dim with lust. She uses her tail to snake up Metuu’s chest and twines it around his tendrils, tugging gently. It sets the warrior off, and he jerks his hips into her, once, twice, three times before falling forward over her back, one hand on Barnaby’s hip, steadying himself, the other on Tiaal’s hip and sliding around to seek out her clit.

By the time all of this is happening, Barnaby is unable to hold out any longer. He gives a long, low, groaning roar as his overly hard and stimulated cock fires off into Tiaal’s mouth, his fingers in her hair and on her shoulder tightening fiercely. The other two draenei also seem to be falling apart in their bliss, and Barnaby wavers, toppling forward and to the side to avoid squashing anyone underneath him.

The vindicator is reeling in his orgasm, and with everything that’s happened this evening. He pants as he watches the sexy sight of Metuu and Tiaal finishing each other off above him. A rest seems ideal, and he waits for Tia and Metuu to be ready to join him so they can cuddle. Any questions about what the three of them might be like together going forward, Barny figures can wait until morning.

Tiaal takes Barnaby deep into her mouth, his head brushing the back of her throat. She swallows around him as he comes, tightening around him exquisitely. She follows it with a moan as Metuu’s fingers work their magic on her clit in tandem with his softening cock. The sounds of her orgasm are muffled as she’s gagged with Barnaby's cock.

When she comes off both of their cocks she looks utterly spent, her hair tousled about her horns, and she climbs up Barnaby's mountain of a body to curl herself to his side, her head pillowed on his shoulder. Metuu joins them a moment later, sandwiching Tiaal between their bodies, and throws the lightest of silk sheets over them all.

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The next morning sees all of them tangled around each other and into the sheets, Tiaal mostly sprawled on top of both of the males. It makes it easy for her to slip off the bed, still nude, and with unpleasantly dried cum coating her thighs. Definitely time to clean off, she thinks, but she lingers, watching her lovers, one comfortable and familiar, the other new and exciting. Barnaby had flipped over to his stomach, his tail and one arm tangled with Metuu. It was a lovely sight to behold, two equally muscled men lying sated in her bed. Even relaxed in sleep, Barnaby's back might as well be carved from the purest of white marble, and the clean lines of his back flow directly to his relatively narrow hips and muscular tail, resting on top of his ass and one equally massive thigh.

She has to leave before she decides to crawl back into bed with the both of them. She really wanted to clean off, and then, if Barnaby is a heavy sleeper like Metuu, she’d have time to dress and fetch breakfast for all of them.

They’re still sleeping when she returns, tray of sticky buns and coffee in hand. She shakes her head at the both of them, and sets the tray down on the bedside table. She wakes Metuu first, with a kiss to the soft skin under his ear and a soft touch to his chest that trails southwards to give him a few good morning strokes. He hums in reply and smiles as he wakes, reaching for her before he even opens his eyes.

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Distractions

Summary - Some people were born to distract, or were they?

Pairing - Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count - 1.4k

Warning - Just pure fluff, really

"Look Buck, I'm telling you we had 'em by the neck until those jackasses came in" Steve mumbled grumpily to his best friend come brother as they strolled back to Steve's private office within he compound.

The latest mission the two had been on hadn't gone as well as they hoped, the HYDRA agents came in and stormed the building right before they were going to get the head of the facility. They did however get good intel on their latest horrid experiments and sent the evidence straight to the doctors and scientists of the compound - one of which being the Mrs Y/N Rogers, wife of the one and only Captain Rogers.

"Yeah we kinda did but hey, at least we got what was needed, hm?" Giving his best friend a good slap on the back, Bucky only chuckled to himself as he watched Steve make a beeline to the coffee pot in his private office.

"Hey punk, what'd got you so grumpy this morning? Didn't sleep last night or what?" Bucky laughed to himself whilst helping himself to a cup of coffee as well - not for the same reasons as Steve though.

Sighing heavily, Steve turned to look at the other super soldier pointedly, as if expecting Bucky to know the answer. Instead, Bucky just looked back at Steve with the same pointed stare but more humorously - making the star spangled man roll his eyes in annoyance.

“Yeah, you could say that, Jerk.” Steve sighed and resided himself back to his desk where a large pile of papers that needed his attention sat.

“Look I don’t know what’s making you so grumpy today but should I call Y/N?” Bucky huffed in slight annoyance and plopped himself and his coffee down on the sofa that sat opposite to Steve’s desk.

“No Buck no, she’s got enough work to do as it is without me adding to the mix” Bucky just rolled his eyes at his friend and continued to sip on his coffee.

It wasn’t until a good hour later that Steve and Bucky heard a small knock from the door, the two shared a look of confusion between each other before Bucky enquired teasingly.

“Expecting company are we?” He only smirked at his friend who stood up from his seat and scratched his beard softly.

“Maybe it’s Sam?” The blonde super soldier just shrugged at his pathetic answer and motioned Bucky to open the door. As soon as the door swung open, a squeal of delight rang around the soldiers ears and in tumbled a small three year old girl with bright, curious Y/E/C eyes and blonde hair.

“Daddy! Daddy!” The young girl only squealed louder at the sight of her father and ran to him almost immediately.

At the mere sight of his precious little angel, Steve had forgotten all about the work he got interrupted from and all the stress he was burdened with - hell, he even thought it was all worth it just see that little rosey face lit up with glee consistently - unlike some of the children back in war-stricken Germany back in the forties.

“So, you were expecting company hm?” Bucky only hummed humorously at the sight of his goddaughter snuggled up in Steve’s strong baring arms. Steve just glared at him playfully and turned his attention to his overly-hyped daughter.

“Daddy! Daddy! Did you see? I open’d de door all on my own!” The three year old babbled in triumph and clung her chubby hands onto her father’s hairy cheeks for stability.

“Yes Gracie, I saw it and I’m very very proud of you,” Steve laughed at his daughters adorable antics but still praised her all the same.

“Now where’s my morning kiss, hm? I didn’t get to have it this morning!” Steve playfully whined at Grace - who’s face had turned from one of glee to one of shock horror - and like that, she planted her squidgy wet lips all around her father’s face, much to his delight.

“Hey! I don’t get no morning kisses so where the hell is my hug?” Bucky said incredulously as he watched the pair. Grace turned to see who it was who said that and her face lit up again.

“uncle Buck! Uncle Buck!” She squealed again and tried to wriggle out of her father’s arms - to which he let her go and allowed her out.

Pondering for a moment or two, Steve began to wonder how the hell his daughter had got to his office in the first place until Sam popped his head in through the office door, panting and in a sweat with saucer-blown eyes.

“Oh god - I’m so sorry Steve - I - I thought I had her just for one second to put something in the microwave and - and then, she was gone. I’m so sorry I -“ Sam heaved and caught his breath whilst trying to regain his composure around his closest friends.

“Well, so long as she’s safe and she got here safely - then that’s all I’m concerned about. Don’t worry Sam, honestly.” Steve spoke softly yet firmly, patting the pilot on the back out of sympathy

“She’s got one pair of legs of her, I’ll give you that” Steve remarked to himself as he watched Grave tug at the hairs in Bucky’s man bun hairdo.

“I wonder where she gets them from hm?”

“Shut it, Jerk!”

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Lunch time, Y/N favourite time of the day. The only part of her work day she can spend with her favourite person - Steve Rogers. As she was setting the last of the test tube rack back in the doctor’s lab fridge, three knocks rang out from the door and in came the devil himself still in his combat suit.

This time the usual takeout meal or lunchbox had been swapped for her little ray of sunshine Grace Rosaline Rogers - who was eager to greet her in full force.

“Mommy! Mommy! Daddy said he’s taking us for food!” Grace squealed happily as her mom hoisted her up into her arms and embraced her dearly. “Is he now?” Y/N was quick to quirk an eyebrow at her husband who stood dreamily watching the pair’s exchange.

“I sure am, but before that I think daddy serves a hug from mommy too, y’know.” And like that, Grace dropped to the floor on her own whim and began playing with the box of toys hidden under her mother’s desk as her father embraced his wife.

No matter how much she tried, Y/N couldn’t keep her hands nor eyes off of her Adonis-like husband as he wound his muscular arms around her figure, their faces into a mere inch or two away from each other.

“Hey stranger,” Y/N giggled to herself over the cliche one liner that got them together in the first place.

“Hey yourself,” Steve smiled warmly back, his large hands slithering their way down to the blossoming bump that made itself very well known these past weeks.

“How‘re you?” He simply asked as he rubbed the six month belly contently. Y/N just laughed at Steve’s undirected question and tilted his head back up from her bump back to her.

“Who? Me or the little worm within me?” A smirk graced her now glowing facial features as she spoke.

“The both of you,” Steve relished in his wife’s antics and kissed her softly and sweetly on the lips, their lips moving in such synchronisation that they looked like the main part of a movie scene.

Pulling away, Steve quickly bent down to place a kiss to Y/N’s bump where his soon-to-be son was taking residence. Instead of a little kick or two in response, Y/N’s stomach merely grumbled in response which easily made the couple snigger between themselves.

“C’mon Gracie, lets go get some food for your little brother and mommy,” Steve called out to his daughter happily, hoisted her up into his arms and escorted his wife out of her office, locking it behind him.

As the new family walked to the parking lot, Steve’s mind began to reminisce about a life without the love he feels today, without Y/N, without his angel Gracie or the prospect of having a mini Steve around the place soon enough.

Sure he’d been through a lot for a lot of people, he could barely count on his hands how many times he’d been so selfless time and time again but for now on, he knew that selflessness be damned, nobody was going to take away his family.

And this time, he wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of his family. Planes, work, the world or not, they were his treasures.

And he vowed there and then to keep them safe until the day he died.

A/N - Hey hey hey there everyone! Thank you so so so much for reading this kinda watery fluff one shot! This is my first time ever writing a fanfic so if you feel that there’s anywhere I can improve please say and once again, thank you so so much for reading! Byeee <3

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They continued dating and when Alan left for college, Alyssa gave him her virginity, Alan was 18 and Alyssa 16. A Black Bull takes Control Chapter 1 Alan and Alyssa had been married for almost two years. They were high school sweethearts. This story takes place 1 year after their wedding. The 22 year old Alyssa, had a friend, Katherine.

They started dating when Alan was 16 and Alyssa was 14. Making out and heavy petting. Alan and Alyssa offered up the second bedroom of their apartment. They were very into each other and got married when Alyssa was 21 and Alan was 23. Katherine was 20 and working as a part time teacher in a grade school. One bathroom, a decent size kitchen and living room.

All one level and all with this walls. Katherine looked very innocent she could easily have passed for a highschool student herself. She was 5 foot 4 with b-cup breasts. This was the first real relationship for both of them.

She often went without a bra. She liked to wear long flowing dresses. They moved in together after High School and attended the same college. 7 large steps could move you from any one room to another. Although she looked innocent, she wasn’t she had many different sexual experiences.

She had been with older men, had sex with guys in public places like movie theaters and the such. The apartment was very small. They started like most young couples. Alyssa had never complained. She once told Alan that she would never have sex with an asian man again. Alan was very turned on by this, he was now 24 and had only ever been with Alyssa. Alyssa always listened to Katherines sexual escapades with great interest.

They had never even used a dildo or vibrator. Katerine was on the outs with her boyfriend and needed a place to crash for a few months. After a month of living together. Everyone was living together just fine. Since the wedding, Alyssa and Alan sex life had gone from 4-5 times a week to 2-3 times a month. Both Alan and Alyssa liked to live vicariously thru her.

Then one saturday night. When they heard Kat come home. But their sex life wasn’t anything adventurous. Next they her go into her bedroom. She didn’t sound alone. Alan wasn’t sure, but suspected that maybe she broke up with him because of this. Alan on his Ipad and Alyssa reading a book.

This was the first time Kat dared bring a man home since she broke up with her boyfriend. They were obviously making out and rolling around. Maybe 5 inches and pretty thin. Alan and Alyssa shot each other a look. They were both excited. "Omg it’s so big" they heard her say thru the wall. "You like hearing Kat take a big cock" said Alyssa…"it certainly has you hard" Alan nodded and Alyssa took the opportunity to go down and suck Alan’s cock….

Then the sudden creeking of a bedspring. Alan and Alyssa shared another look. Alan and Alyssa’s bed was directly on the other side of the wall from Kat’s bed. Much to Alan’s pleasure. It was wetter than she had been in over a year. Kat was getting it hard.

Alyssa took off her top and cuddled bare breasted her hand reached down and grabbed Alan’s cock. Alan was now fingering Alyssa’s pussy. Alan and Alyssa were lying in bed. " said Alan Lys looked up with Alan’s cock still in her mouth and gave a wink.

Alan came in Alyssa’s mouth…. she released his cock and looked at him in his eyes, "that was fast, Kat has barely gotten started and you have already cum, i was hoping to get some tonight too" "I may be able to go again" said Alan "Forget it. She imagined she was the one getting pounded in the next room. "I think you like to hear her too!

Alyssa could feel the thrusts of the man that Kat brought home in her back as she sat up in bed. just go down on me" said Alyssa, they listened and Kat was getting fucked harder and harder. Alan got up to next to her, she cuddled into her husbands arms. Alan positioned himself to lick Alyssa’s pussy.

it’s to tight………. "shut up and take it bitch" said the strangers voice in a deep strong tone. she brought home a real stud. He was taking her ass, Lys only let Alan do this once in the past on his birthday. Alyssa came after 40 minutes of Alan licking her pussy.

he is still going at it" said Lys. The screams of pain now replaced with screams of pleasure from Kat…. Alyssa looked at her husband…"told you he sounded like a stud. Suddenly the pounding sounds started again, this time even harder. This was the first time the couple heard the man speak to Kat. The next morning Alyssa woke up and went to use the bathroom, she was an art student and kept weird hours, getting studio time whenever she could get it.

Suddenly They started hearing strong thrusts. She left her bedroom, only in a silk pink nighty and white cotton panties. She opened the door to the bathroom only to be shocked to full alertness. Just then the noise stopped from next door, suddenly a long high moan was let out, and then the couple heard "oh no not my ass.

It was the first time that she had done this in over 3 months. He was completely naked, and Alyssa could see his tight ass clearly. He flushed the toilet and turned around. " They laid there now in the dark, listening as Kat was pounded over and over.

"I guess Kat’s ass will be sore tomorrow" said Alyssa. There was the man that had fucked Kat almost all night. This was very different from Alan who was a computer geek and was a little chubby. " said the man…"you must be one of the roommates, she said she lived with a couple" Alyssa still in shock just nodded.

Toward the sink and Alyssa, Then she saw it. Leaving the door slightly ajar. It lasted at least two more hours. Alyssa started to brush her teeth, thinking over and over again about what she just saw. Smiling at her…"like what you see? Nice to meet you" he said firmly, walking past her and entering Kat’s room again.

He saw her and continued to wash his hands. She couldn’t tell him that she was lustfully thinking about that big black cock. Alan gave her a peck on the cheek and then went to go make breakfast. Then Alan woke up and walked in, "morning honey, ooh looks like you liked what we did last night.

his cock was at least 9 inches, and as think as her fist. Are you thinking about me again" Lys turned completely red and nodded. She started to finger her clit. She walked out of the shower and started to dress.

Alyssa hopped in the shower. Harder than what Alan made her cum. Your panties look wet and your nipples are hard. Alan, Kat and Tyrone were all there. He was 6 foot 5 in, 300 lbs, he had strong arms, chest and defined abs. He was a fitness trainer at her gym, that last night was the best sex of her life. She was soaping up her body, it was betraying her.

She was also much quieter than normal. Kat also mentioned how powerful and impressive he was to be around. She felt more womanly and submissive when he was with her. They all exchanged pleasantries. He did what he wanted when he wanted with her. Alyssa told her that she saw him nude and that he was huge.

That evening, Alan, Alyssa, and Kat were all in the kitchen making dinner. This only turned on Alyssa even more. He didn’t offer to help. He sat on the couch, making himself at home. Later that afternoon Kat gave Alyssa the scoop on her new man, the text messages were flying back and forth.

He could easily beat up Alan in one punch. Alan being a good host would do so on command. Kat looking extra small next to her new stud. Alan went to sit close to him and started up a conversation while the girls were in the kitchen snickering away as they talked. From time to time Tyrone would tell Alan to get him another beer.

Kat said he was coming back tonight and they planned to have dinner together. Kat only sent back a smile emoji. The conversation eventually led to sex. "Well sometimes a man just has to have a woman. Everyone was asking about him and giving him a lot of attention. Where Tyrone and Kat apologized for the night before, but Tyrones apology seemed more sarcastic than sincere.

" my family is from africa, and it’s the law of the Jungle. Kat and Alyssa smiled "Well you certainly were alpha last night" said Alyssa "we heard it go on for hours" Everyone laughed. "It is common for a bull or alpha to have many mates in the jungle. When dinner was ready they all ate and drank, Tyrone was very commaning even in conversation.

Alan found out that he was quite a bit older hairy pussy than all of them, he was 38. " he said with a smile. "Sometimes it is willing sometimes it isn’t. It is animal nature for the strongest of a herd to breed the most. The cheif has many wives. Bondage for example, in this country is used as a fetish, for fun. When a male needs a female he just takes her" said Tyrone. Used for sex day and night.

Sometimes the wives are taken from other men" said Tyrone "They willing give the chief their wives willingly? In my country, if you are bound, it means you are a slave, property and owned by a man. " The room grew quiet. "Well, Kat and I are going to go to a club I know. "Well it is common among the people of my tribe.

It isn’t like that here, but you also have things that we don’t in africa. " The girls glanced at each other. " said Tyrone "Wait you are leaving? " said Alyssa "I am game, there is a big mess in the kitchen though" said Alan "Well, if you want to go, you will have to change. " "Oh shoot, i don’t have anything like that" said Alyssa "You can borrow something of mine" said Kat.

" said Alyssa "Well it is a very selective club" said Tyrone "with a very strict dress code" "Please I want to go out and go dancing, we never go out anymore. If you are a woman, you are his bitch. She was sitting next to Tyrone. "That is why i like it here, you can do so much more without it being so serious.

Then he noticed Alyssa on this other side. When he came out Kat was in a tight short red dress with very high heels. "But america is very different. "What do we have to wear? Her D Cup breasts pushed way up the nipples almost exposed. The girls rushed off into Kat’s room, Alan went and started changing his shirt.

Tyrone had his arms around both girls. " said Alyssa "A much sexy dress and heels, they won’t let you in wearing those jeans" said Tyrone "and Alan should wear a white shirt. He went and pulled the car around. And the dress was so short that her ass was almost hanging out as she sat there legs crossed.

Alan left without saying a word. Staring back into Kat’s room. Not even on their honeymoon. Alyssa being much taller and much bustier than Kat was almost out of her dress. "Shhhhh she said" Alan could see she was peeking back thru a small crack in the door. He sat outside waiting, for 10 minutes, when they didn’t come out we wandered back up to the house.

This was the first time Alan saw how big he was…. Alan could make out Kat on her knees, sucking off Tyrones big cock. Alan was shocked, he had never seen Alyssa dress this sexy. Kat was slowly sucking off his big cock. though he guessed it based on his physical size. She slid her hand behind her husbands neck and slowly guided him to the floor.

"Alan go pull the car around, this should be a fun night" said Tyrone. Lys was breathing heavy. He shoved the panties into his pocket next to his hard lil prick. Alan went and sat down startling her. He removed her panties and began to lick her pussy. he was now in control. He found Alyssa alone in the living room, she was sitting on the couch. " He was very forceful.

She let out a moan and grabbed Alan’s hair and shoved his tongue into her pussy. Alan could see how wet she was. Alyssa watched as he grabbed the back of Kat’s head and started to fuck her mouth…. With that Alan and Alyssa heard Tyrone and Kat cleaning up. "Suck that black cock you white bitch! Alyssa quickly pulled her dress down. They all walked down the stairs from the apartment.

Tyrone appeared first. "everyone ready for a fun night now? But had to do it so fast she didn’t have a chance to put her panties back on. When they got to the car, Alan got into the drivers seat Alyssa in the front seat. "With this Alyssa got out and got into the back seat. The girls looked a little disheveled from last minute pleasure they received.

As he licked her pussy, he could hear Tyrone. Tyrone and Kat got in the back. Tyrone sitting in the middle. Everyone started laughing and having a good time. " Alan started to drive, A little jealous of all the attention that Tyrone was getting from the girls. Suddenly a grunt was heard and Tyrone said "I’m Cumming, swallow it bitch" With that Alyssa came hard. "Sorry if you guys saw something inappropriate just now" said Tyrone.

"Why don’t you sit back here Lys" said Tyrone. " he said with a smirk. Then maybe i shouldnt be so quiet next time" said Tyrone. "Look at you assuming there will be a next time" teased Kat. " said Alan "Well i was on the couch, and we were talking about how last night, Tyrone didn’t hairy pussy videos granny pussies get a blowjob, he went straight for my pussy.

"Oh i know you will be giving it up tonight" said Tyrone. so i had to prove her wrong. "You want to hear about what just happened Alan? " said Kat "I said, this bitch is going to suck my cock right now, just you watch" said Tyrone "and did you watch Alyssa" With that, Tyrone put his other hand on Alyssa’s knee.

"I bet you are soaking wet from giving me that blowjob" "Maybe" teased Kat. "We don’t mind said Alan, it is very hot to hear you guys, right Lys" said Alan "Oh you like to hear that kinda thing? Kat immediately got jealous and turned on. With that, Tyrone slid his hand up Alyssa’s leg.

"She took that big black cock out of your pants. Then Alyssa said, she didn’t think i could handle suck a big cock in my mouth…. " "Then he grabbed my by the hair and led me to the bedroom, what did you say Tyrone?

Alan could see all of their faces in the back seat from the rear view mirror. "Yes I did watch" said Alyssa "Did you like what you saw" said Tyrone "Yes, I did Tyrone, I liked what I saw" said Alyssa "What did i do first" Said Tyrone "You brought her to her room, and pushed her down to her knees" said Alyssa. Tyrone slipped a finger onto Alyssa’s clit.

"She stroked it up and down slowly" Kat started stroking Tyrone while Alyssa struggled to talk. She couldn’t believe this. Her pussy wet and glistening with no panties to cover it. It was quiet for a bit, just some heavy breathing…. " said Alyssa, now spreading her legs.

Kat tell him what just happened, be specific. "then what happened honey" Tyrone smiled, he knew Alan liked hearing his wife talk about it. And he was pretty sure that Alan knew what he was doing to his wife. " Tyrone put his hand on the back of Kat’s head and guided her lips to his cock.

"She wrapped her lips around his cock. Alyssa was only a foot away from her best friend blowing a black cock. This cocky son of a bitch was fingering her just 3 feet from her husband. then Alan broke the silence…. The feverously rubbed Alyssa’s clit. She couldn’t stop looking at it.

Tyrone started to fuck Kat’s throat. "Then you came down her throat" said lys as she achieved her own orgasm. Tyrone came and most of it shot down Kat’s throat. Kat reached into Tyrones pants and pulled free his big cock. Alan started to turn his head to look back almost seeing his wife’s spread hairy pussy pics lips, but Tyrone barked loudly "EYES ON THE ROAD WHITE BOI" Alan sharply looked forward as he was told.

"Then you took control of her hair and fucked her face…" softly said between her heavy breaths. Some of Tyrones cum swirling as their tongues mixed between their lips. There were defined sounds of Kat’s lips and throat being used. And giving a wink to Alan in the mirror. And her friend was acting out the story as she described it.

They parked the car and everyone collected themselves, they were in front of a warehouse, that had a big Ace of Spades painted on the side, no clear windows, no sign. Tyrone looked at Alan, "hey man, better hide that boner" Alan was hard the whole ride over and was having trouble calming down. Alan could see in the rear view mirror, his wife making out with Kat.

Tyrone moved his hand from Alyssa’s clit and guided her head until she was kissing Kat. It was about 9pm, it was dark, There were alot of cars parked around the block, that was the only indication that there might be some kind of event here.

They walked to a door, and knocked. "We are almost here" said Tyrone, breaking the kiss. She came up gasping for air and very turned on. They walked in and were greeted by a attendant handing out bags. Inside there were little cat ears that girls wear at halloween. "What’s all this" said Kat.

If Tyrone didn’t tell them there was a club there, they would have all thought it was just a old warehouse. Seeing it was Tyrone, he opened the door. He took two pink bags and gave them to the girls. "Well it’s Saturday night and it is kinda a costume night. Alan took the head gear and put it on, they were very small little white horns like a young deer would have.

" "Wait, something is missing" said Tyrone turning back to the attendant. Alan, looking kinda jealous at the black horns, "well i guess we all are dressed in our ‘costumes’ should we go in? Pussy ears for my fine pussies. And some a pair of white horns for my horny white boi.

A slit in the door opened and a guard looked out. "Can’t let these pussy cats wander around without their collars. " said Tyrone Each girl turned around and pulled up their hair. Tyrone took a big pair of black bull horns and put them on.

Tyrone put the collar on each girl. He took the keys out and put them on a chain around his neck. The black men had black bull horns, and white women had cat ears on. Some had collars some didn’t . Bodies moving close and fast. They had a ring on the front where a tag or leash would go, and in the back they locked with a small white lock.

He turned back with two chrome ring collars. Others were on the dance floor, dancing, the heat and musk filled the room. The four of them moved out to a booth on the far side of the club. "I wanna dance" said Lys "me too" said Kat. there were no white guys dancing they were all watching from tables and booths around the room.

There were some women in cages, barely dressed, some were fully nude. They walked into the club and it was very apparent that everyone was wearing similar outfits, all the white men had little horns and white shirts. Alan wasn’t hairy cunts galleries a good dancer, and he hoped that Tyrone would say he also didn’t want to dance.

Tyrone looked at Alan, "here horny boi, hold our table. Alyssa was in the middle. Facing Kat, and grinding her ass into Tyrone. " The went not far into the crowd, when the people parted just right, Alan could see them. We will be back in a bit. this made him both jealous and excited. It was almost 1pm and Alan was getting a little tired of watching this man feel up his wife.

But he knew no matter how sexy they danced, that Alyssa would be completely loyal. This happened on and off for about an hour, they would come back to the table drink then go back out and dance more. "Maybe we should leave, it is getting late" "Yea i think you may be right, besides you aren’t the only one who is horny now" said Tyrone. i felt that boner the last three songs. But this wasn’t the case.

The girls put them on and giggled, making meowing noises. " said Kat "Well I will be using that ass later" Tyrone said to Kat. "I felt it too during that last song" said Alyssa "Maybe you were dancing too close"said Alan "No! Tyrone hairy pussy videos granny pussies got up and went to the bar, he came back holding two chains with leather handles on the end….

It was wedged right between my ass cheeks. "here pussy, come over here, I don’t want you running off" He clicked the leashes onto Kat’s collar, then he walked over to Alyssa. you can’t avoid it" said Lys. Making both girls line up behind him and follow him, their asses wiggling in their dresses as they walk behind him, their heels clicking. Alan walked behind, when the bartender caught his arm…"hey buddy, you need to settle up" Alan pulled out his cash and started to pay the tab he looked over and saw his wife collared and leashed by that big black man.

Everyone once and awhile Alan would catch Tyrones hands sliding down or up Alyssa’s body cupping her breasts and her ass…. It is just so BIG …. no matter how turned on it made him. Tyrone whispered into Alyssa’s ear "you want to have some fun later tonight? He then gave a little pull on the leash.

Alot of people had left the club, When they returned to the table Alan leaned into Tyrone. "tonight you will make Alan cum as much as possible. do you understand me" "Yes sir" said Alyssa /u/EroticFiction He clicked it on her collar too. and you will not cum until you hear me say ‘cum you white slut! But don’t let him fuck you…. He was whispering into her ear.

[bewareofchris]

For sass-sidestories, what about the kids' reaction to Altair's many, many, many tattoos? At least one of them would have asked why there are drawings on him but not on Malik.

G | Altmal | Preschoolers with Markers.

a/n: so many moons ago I tried to figure out what sort of tattoo Altair would get for his kids and I lingered on the notion that he’d just write their names on the opposite side of the flower.  But if he did that it probably would have been fairly large for Jaida because he was SO EXCITED and then he’d have to come up with something for the boys.  There were 100 other ideas but I ended up thinking something like this.

“Dad,” Darim grunted around the marker top in his mouth.  His chubby fingers were already covered in marker, his mouth had streaks on either side of purple and blue and green, mixing together on his teeth.  “I can’t open it,” sounded like he was saying.

Altair took the marker so he could pull the marker top and almost missed Tazim grabbing the permanent marker off the tray.  “Hey,” he said and grabbed it out of his son’s disappointed hands, “not those ones.  Use yours.”  He pulled the lid off the neon pink marker and handed it back to Darim who happily stood up so he could continue his masterpiece.  Altair couldn’t see it because it was on his back but it felt like a giant wet mass of something.  

Jaida said, “move,” to her brother (probably Sef) and there was a brief scuffled behind his back that landed an elbow into his spine.  

Tazim was sitting next to the tray of permanent markers, arms crossed over his chest, probably plotting his next attempt to steal one.  In fact, the whole thing had started with Altair sitting in the sun room (alone) with his markers and his paper and no particular notion of what he meant to draw.  Sef had wandered in first, leaning against his back to ask him what he was doing.  That had drawn Darim who loved nothing with as much delight as he loved coloring over all of Altair’s tattoos.

Now his budding artists were adding their own birds (and flowers, and trees, and usually some sort of vehicle) to his back.  Tazim had signed his name on Altair’s lower arm.  

Before he could be stabbed with a bony elbow again he reached back and dragged Sef forward.  “Don’t fight with your sister.”

While the other kids would swap colors, Sef only used the teal marker.  (Heaven forbid someone else took it.)  “She took my spot!” he said.

“Look,” he held up his arm, “you can color here.”  

This was a subpar location to draw.  There were birds on Altair’s back.  There was a compass on his right arm.  His upper left arm had nothing but a bunch of fancy letters his three year old sons couldn’t read.  He barely saw Tazim reaching for his markers again in time to reach out and slap the flat of his hand over the top of them.  The motion made Darim’s marker slip and he gasped in outrage.  Jaida shrieked because it must have messed her up too.  

“I need an eraser!” she screamed.

“Its marker,” Darim countered.

“Malik!” Altair shouted.  He didn’t move his hands off the permanent markers.  Tazim was trying to slide one out from under his hand while Sef wriggled in his lap to get at the inside of his elbow where the crown was.  While the black bar was a useless tattoo to his kids, they liked the crown.  (That’s Mom’s crown, they said.  And if they thought that meant Maria was a princess he never told them otherwise.)  

Malik walked into the room still wearing his pajamas, having the distinct look of having just been enjoying his coffee and not worrying about where all his preschool children had gone.  He paused just inside the sunroom with a smile.  “Yes?” he asked.

“Tazim,” Altair said over Sef’s body laying across his legs.  “Stop trying to take the markers.”

That made their youngest son growl and cross his arms with extra force.  “Why not.” did not sound like a question.  “I want to make a real tattoo.”

“You dummy,” Jaida said from over Altair’s shoulder.  “That’s not how you get a tattoo.”

“You don’t know!” Tazim shouted.

Darim leaned forward against his shoulder to (shout) into Altair’s ear, “how do you get a tattoo Dad?  Can I get a tattoo?”

“Hold still!” Sef hissed.  (To be honest, holding still wouldn’t make Sef’s attempt at art look any better.)  

“Help,” Altair whispered at his husband.  Malik was smiling at them with aghast adoration.  He wasn’t a fan of markers, or messes when they were happening to him but he always seemed to love watching them turn Altair into their coloring book.

“They stab you with needles,” Jaida was saying with a great deal of authority.  “Peyton told me.”

“No,” Darim whispered back.  “Did they stab you with needles Dad?”

Tazim’s growling was getting ever so slightly louder.  

Malik was shaking his head in the doorway.  He pulled his T-shirt over his head and dropped it on the cat tree closest to the door.  Right about the time Tazim’s growling was going to escalate into screaming, Malik wrapped an arm around him and pulled him off the ground so he could sit in his spot.  “You can’t use your Dad’s markers, Tazim.  They’re for his art.  If you would like to, you can draw on me.”

Tazim was sitting in Malik’s lap, tipping his head back to smile up at his Father.  He arched his back and kissed the bottom of Malik’s chin before he rolled out of Malik’s lap and grabbed his own marker box off the floor.  He was delirous with joy right before Darim tried to come join him.  “No!” Tazim shouted at him.  “You’re over there.”

Sef stopped his attempt at drawing something human-like to assess the situation.  “You have to share,” he said.  He shoved himself up to his feet, clutching his sole teal marker.  “Dad’s already colored up.”

This was a good point.  Tazim was searching through his whole brain to find a come back to that.  He arrived at, “Father’s hairy!”  Malik was not, in fact, nearly hairy enough for that to matter much.  “And bumpy.”  But only where the scars were.  “And Dad has more arms,” was his finishing statement.

“Tazim,” Malik said softly.  “Maybe we could share?”

Jaida who had left the room without anyone noticing, returned with a whole pack of baby wipes.  She handed him the tub and pulled out at least five of them.  “You messed me up,” she informed him.  Then she took her balled-up bunch of wipes to start scrubbing his back.  

Darim wavered because coloring was fun but trying to wash Altair’s tattoo’s off was slightly more fun.  He was caught up in confusion while Sef, the opportunist, said, “can I color with you, Tazim?  You can use my markers.”  He even held out his box of markers.  It was an easy offer to make because Sef had never even opened most of them.

“Sure,” Tazim said, “you can share with me.”  

Malik made funny faces with their son’s coloring on his back.  He kept trying to turn his head to look at them and the two of them kept pushing his head back.  Sef’s fingers went across the scar on his scalp and he said, “what’s this?” until all four of them were pulling Malik’s hair to investigate.  “It’s a scar,” sounded very, very patient considering there were four kids pulling his hair.

“Why?” Tazim asked.

Darim gave up halfway through Malik’s explanation of how he’d been in a car accident.  He came back to finish coloring in the compass on Altair’s shoulder.  “Can I get a tattoo, Dad?” he asked again.

“When you’re older.”

“Can Jaida?”  Didn’t seem like it followed the first thought.

Jaida let go of Malik’s hair to glare at her brother for saying her name.  “I have a tattoo,” she said (very loudly) and then she marched back over to yank Altair’s arm up and stab her finger against the pretty pink footprint on his ribs and her name written inside of it.  She was smug-as-ever, grinning at her brother.

“That doesn’t count,” Darim shouted back.  The whole thing was going to devolve into another argument about why the three boys didn’t have one (because caring for three infants had been slightly more important than getting tattooed) when Malik interrupted them to say:

“You should put the marker on your feet and we could make you one.”  He was so proud of himself.  So there was Altair, lying on pillows, getting kicked in the ribs by his sons, under Malik’s supervision.  “I’ll write your names,” Malik said when the boys happened to discover that their footprints didn’t include their names.  He took the black permanent marker to do it (and Tazim was furious).  

“I think they’ll notice when it washes off in the shower,” Altair said.

Malik shrugged.  “I guess you’ll just have to go see your tattoo artist before they remember.”  He kissed Altair.  “Come on, boys.  We need to clean up, everyone find your markers.”  

Altair didn’t participate in Malik’s insane need to have everything put away orderly (because it aggravated even him) but snap pictures of his son’s footprints on his side.  It didn’t fit with Jaida’s tiny newborn footprint, but it was time (far past time) to add the boys’.  

“Hey,” Darim said when his markers were all put away.  He fell on Altair’s chest (because he had no concept of personal space or his own weight), “did they really stab you with needles?”

“Sort of,” Altair agreed.

Darim was horrified but impressed.  “I don’t like needles.”  Nobody needed to be reminded of that.  He pushed himself up because Malik was saying words like “snack” and “then we’ll go play” and nothing motivated the children better than the prospect of food.

[spotlightsaga]

Kevin Cage of @spotlightsaga reviews... Santa Clarita Diet (S01E09) The Book Airdate: February 3, 2017 @netflix Ratings: (Streaming Only) Score: 8/10 ****************A*N*D**************** Santa Clarita Diet (S01E10) Baka, Bile, and Baseball Bats Airdate: February 3, 2017 @santaclaritadietnf Ratings: (Streaming Only) Score: 8.25/10 **********THE BOOK (S01E09)********* The numbers very much speak in Joel's favor, and I would agree, but I think picking an MVP was way harder than the numbers would suggest. Drew Barrymore really gave Sheila an honest motherly edge, we've seen her go into protection mode and we know she loves her daughter... But as she suggests in 'The Book' they've been putting off (and even more so 'leaving out' Abby)... Marooning Abby in a state where she must rebel. When you take all the humor that blankets 'Santa Clarita Diet' and pull it away, you're left with several key ingredients. 1 person fighting for their survival and now facing their possible mortality which in turn effects the other 2 in profound ways, 2 people doing everything in their power to keep their marriage and their family together... And 1 teenager who is aware of these monstrous acts, accepts them, but it stoned out of being involved and more importantly feeling like she can't contribute and be a part of this family. It's not until Sheila goes all out and skips a possible date with a cure to spend time with her daughter that Abby truly realizes that they love her dearly and are only trying to protect her. It's pretty deep actually, and when you can make a Horror-Comedy this relatable and, excuse the pun, digestible, then you've really created a unique piece of moving art. Joel knows that no matter what, he has to save Sheila... Whereas Sheila is now considering the real possibility that death and decay could be inevitable. Joel has proved that he is one of the most loyal, loving, dedicated and passionate husbands on the face of this planet. And who better to join him on his journey to the Paranormal Convention than Eric, another male who has proved an incredible amount of commitment. He's been Abby's rock through all of this and she his, tho his problems with coming of age in 'nerdom' and battling an emotionally abusive step-father pale in comparison to Abby's dance with a Zombie Mother. Joel follows his lead with Eric to the Paranormal Convention that ends up being a dead end *almost*. The man who had been claiming to have knowledge & access of this Serbian book was a fraud, but apparently Eric has been using his experience with all of this through his perspective on a Reddit forum... And really, what white guy between the ages of 15-49 wouldn't? When I saw Ravi Patel (Ryan) at the convention, I instantly knew he would be the actual lead, Ravi's face is far too recognizable not to be used for a more pivotal role. We get great moments with Joel at this convention that really put him over... I thought using his Ken-Doll like appearance to frighten the other convention goers was absolutely hilarious, and probably pretty accurate. Let's be honest, I have a huge appreciation for all types but I'll take an average lovable passionate chubby nerd over the Ken-Doll type any day, so in no way am I shaming anyone... But Timothy Olyphant has a very charismatic, California prototype look to him, its undeniable. And though we use these types on screen, confidence and perfection like that can breathe off-putting intimidation into the air. That's why seeing it play out like it did was so funny. Ryan (Ravi Patel) is drawn in by the connection to Eric's sub-Reddit and he isn't intimidated because he's not there trying to impress anyone, he's there because he's clearly experienced a similar phenomenon and points Joel to the one REAL person who just maybe able to help Sheila... Dr. Cora Wolf. That fact that Wolf is played by Arrested Development veteran Portia de Rossi excites me to no end. I want Sheila to get help because I have truly grown attached to the dedication and love these people have for one another, but there's another part of me that only wants her to sustain Sheila... Cuz dammit we need a S2. ***BAKA, BILE, AND BASEBALL BATS*** Don't get mad, now... Get GLAD, you know, like the trash bags, because there is definitely going to be some more corpses to dispose of in S2... And for the record, for you unadventurous missionary style Joe's... You lick the hairy parts, not actually eat them. If you just take a look at my review from the previous episode, you'll see that this actually gave us (me, anyway) exactly what we needed from a first season of SCD. You see it's not about conclusions, because the story is just beginning. We just witnessed the beginning of a very complicated story... And like I said, pull the covers of humor back, then the sheets of horror, and we have a tale of a family going through one of the most horrendous and difficult times possible, ever, in their lives, or anyone for that matter! We've been building up the perfect storm of a different kind of teen angst, one that was brewing right under our noses and didn't truly see it until it was at the back stretch. Yes, this is a Horror-Comedy, but it's a brand new breed of the genre... No I'm not talking about Zombies, they've been done to DEATH. I'm talking about a Horror-Comedy with real convictions of love and romance and not just the kind between two married lovers... The type that can only exist in a family coming together in the worst type of crisis. See, you can try and protect your family all you want, your daughter, your son, but no matter their age they most definitely are much more aware and understand more than you could ever possibly give them credit for. Kids just know, five of seventeen. Abby has been rebelling because she has been iced out by the two people she could have easily sold down the river in a fit of hormone induced teenage rage. All she wanted to do was help, and really there was no need to protect her, because she already knew all the specifics, she was already in danger. Sheila was unraveling and was literally right on the verge of going feral, make that IS literally right on the verge of going feral. With Joel jailed, and Dr. Wolf fleeing a messy scene but graciously leaving behind everything Abby needs to stop this from taking her mom from Undercover Californian Zombie Realtor to full on Walker, it's now finally Abby's chance to play a pivotal role in keeping this family together. Albeit, one helluva unexpected cliffhanger, but hey... Bates Motel has given us some pretty unbelievable moments leaving us off at the climax of a season, just to hold us off till it finally returns. So really, this finale was everything it needed to be and if it gave us any closure then it wouldn't really be doing this show, it's Flash-like pacing, and visceral existential tribulations any justice. Are you in for the whole ride... Or are you getting off right before the big drop. Don't be a pussy, catch me in S2.

[honeynanamin]

I'd give anything for this, goddd 😕😭

NSFW—MDNI

boyfriend!Toji who swears he’s out of the game. he’s done the thing, got married and had a kid—when he starts dating you he promises himself it’s for companionship purposes only. he’s a lonely old man; he wants someone to fuck on, someone to kiss at night, someone to fill a certain void he’s got trouble placing let alone admitting to himself. you make him feel young and hot—the way your fingers creep up the faint trail of hair on his toned stomach, the way you lick his pecs and suck on his nipples and draw sounds out of him he’s not sure he’s ever heard before; you beg to ride his toned abs, beg to hump his muscular thigh, beg to squeeze his big ol’ tittes because the more of him to love, the better. not soon enough, it seems, it’s you begging him to fuck his fat load into you with his even fatter cock—you’ve got your hands on his abdomen, his hips, his chest, not pushing him away but pulling him ever closer, wanting to feel him, more, more, more; you want as much of him as you can get.

only when he’s fiancé!Toji does he really realize what you’re doing—you’ve done some sort of witchcraft on him. you’ve had to. no matter how much he hits the gym, he’s filling out in ways he never thought he would. you notice, too—but it doesn’t seem to bother you. quite the opposite, actually. when he turns to the side in the mirror, analyzing his gut—all the beer must finally be catching up to him, or maybe it’s your cooking—you just wrap yourself around him and dig your fingers into the layer of plush forming around his waist. the pretty little rock he put on your finger glints in the mirror and steals his attention for a second until you’re burying your face in his shoulder, your hands dancing beneath the waistline of his sweatpants—beneath his tummy—to tease the thick bush you insisted he stop grooming so vigilantly because you don’t mind, you had said with a hint of something else behind your coy smile. you hum as you take in his smell, grin as his cock twitches to life between your fingers, laugh a little when his back arches the slightest bit into you.

husband!Toji’s aware of what you’ve done, but he loves you too damn much to care. all of his musculature is soft and full, no longer hard and sinewy, and he’s never clean-shaven. you even implored him to let the tuft of hair on his chest—the one he was so unsure about—sprawl across his (now squishy) pecs and you just bask in him. you take your time with your husband—you bite the stretch marks on his biceps from his years of training, now cracking further, prettier, pinker under your hand. you grab on his lovehandles while you ride him—there’s far more room to dig your signature in with your nails after you’ve fed him so well. you bury your nose in the thick happy trail on his cute, round stomach before you suck him, seemingly worshipping every hair on his pelvis prior to taking him in your mouth. his fat balls seem bigger, saggier—you love fitting your lips around them, hearing him croon and call you dollface. his thighs, still strong but fluffier with both hair and chub, squeeze your head so lovingly when you go down on him; you squeeze them back with just as much adoration.

it’s no wonder Toji let you pull him off the bench. not only does he still feel young and hot, despite everything he thought would go out the window the second you started making him pasta in exchange for your orgasms and begging him to stay home and cuddle instead of going to hit arms—he feels okay with getting old, because you still think he’s the hottest man you’ve ever laid eyes on as long as you’ve got all of him to love.