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my favourite item in my room.
#this was a poster that came with the original bea spells a lot bitty buttons doll before they rebranded to lalaloopsy#i have the actual doll somewhere#but she's in storage i think#i dug the poster up a couple months back while my mom and my stepdad were moving out of their house after my POS grandma evicted her#but yea. i've had this thing for a REALLY long time.
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So I was thinking about the Fall of Numenor, as you do.
In SA 3319 there's the Great Wave and Sauron falls into the sea. In TA 3019 Sauron falls, period, and Faramir has a vision of the Great Wave.
[also: Tolkien and numbers, 1, 3, 7 and 9 as the main components of many importand dates, also 1939 was a year]
And I asked myself: At what time of the year did Numenor fall?
There's no clear info, but it was green (did they have winters at all? In the late period I imagine they had harsher climate, so winters might have had snow and summers draught???)
We have a maybe-hint with Tar-Miriel climbing the mountain. I know she could go there anyway, but it would have more impact if it was one of the holy days. So: beginning of spring, mid-summer, or and of autumn.
In other words: spring equinox, early-mid August, or winter solistice.
With the weather maybe suggesting the first. Which... positions it very close (if not: at the same exact date) to the fall of Sauron in TA.
#Sir.#How many things do I have to dig up to notice them?#Not to remind anyone of “you have to read and process the Silm to understand why two things Gimli doest in LotR are actually hilarious”#[Galadriel's hair and “let's swear an oath”]#Sir you are wonderful :D#but also really weird at times#but#it does make sense yk#just needs a couple referencing#but you know sea falling on of people... we've seen it somewhere else already#hmmmm...#do the gondorians make straw dolls of sauron to drown them when spring comes?#...yea ok i am headcanoning the numenor fell in spring it works too well to not hc it#and may be even canon#[autumn would have the language pun but it's much less]#[and summer has most storms naturally? not that it matters]#[but: sea falling on people. must be spring.]
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Clash of sensibilities (Patreon)
#Doodles#Just Desserts#Villainsona#More concept art! These are kinda-sorta leftover doodles that've been hanging around that I want Somewhere#The first two are anyway the latter two are actually vent-adjacent lol#First two first!#I always prattle on about how perfect I think Charm's design is but agh her balance of flat and 3D shapes are so fun to me#My notes make sense to me but they are pretty all over the place so let's see if I can clarify lol#The numbers are how many pop-out features she has - anything that doesn't share a plane with her body (her head/torso/arms/legs)#So things like her hair - her glasses - the collar of her shirt but not the shirt itself since that's flush with her torso#Think like constructing a pattern where the clothes are part of the doll itself rather than removable articles#And while her hair is flush with what would be her body it's still an ''extra'' shape! Hopefully that makes sense lol#Anyhow - the dashes are flat features like her collar or the tops of her shoes on her thighs - they pop out but are flat shapes#As opposed to pop-outs like her bon-bons or her wings! Those are very 3D! The bon-bons are spheres and her wings are thin but not flat#I think she has a lovely distribution of flat and 3D pop-outs :D Considering she was designed with 3D in mind! Which I've gotten away from#Probably as evidenced by my difficulty coming up with her TVAU design pfftbl#I do still really like the idea of the dark stripes for her legs and scales for her body - and I canNot let that teardrop jewel design go#Oh and TVAU wings /are/ flat! Since they'd be animated in the same style as Kaiein and he's mostly 2D :)#I dunno hmm - it's hard to think of what features I'd give her that aren't just Her Outfit again#Probably it's the bon-bons that have me especially caught up they're just such a wonderful break between her torso and legs agh#Designed myself into a corner lol how do top or bottom half of design lol#As for the other two pfff |P Kaiein nonsense#Not irl at least lol minor blessings but still frustration! He's such an annoying little voice#She's taking none of it as evidenced lol#Don't let him in he just causes problems
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do any of you h2oes own a replica of the girls locket?? Just out of curiosity 👀
#i mean i’d love to own something h2o related but it’s not like there’s a lot of merchandise for the show 😭😭#even when the show was airing i’m not sure there was much stuff??#i saw pictures of some dolls but they didn’t even look like the girls 🥲#also i had the shows sticker album thingie (should still have it somewhere actually!)#anyways... i found some lockets online but either they are super expensive and (hopefully) good quality#or they look extremely cheap (some are also cheap some a bit more pricey)#i mean i’d probably end up never really wearing it cause i don't wear much jewelry anyways#but still… you know that desire to own things that make you think about stuff you love ™️#h2o just add water#h2o: just add water#h2o
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Has anyone moved their collection (dolls, furniture, clothing, all of it) recently (or ever)? I’m moving in the not-so-distant future, and it’ll be my first time moving since I’ve really started collecting - the last time I moved, my childhood AG/doll stuff was still boxed up at my parents’ house and I only moved one doll (Diana) and her little suitcase of clothes and accessories. I have exponentially more stuff now 😅 I still have plenty of time to plan it all out, but I can’t stop thinking about it. I don’t even have that large of a collection compared to some people, but the thought of trying to pack and move it all is so overwhelming!
#future here meaning like. a year#but ive already been trying to downsize EVERYTHING i own including doll stuff bc ik the motto is generally ‘have less stuff-move less stuff’#the ‘house’ and shelf system i have for the doll rooms are easy enough to disassemble and move but it’s all the stuff INSIDE that worries me#i can just see this easily turning into a 700 box project and i want to avoid moving massive amounts of stuff#i also feel like this is when things like shoes and small accessories are lost#especially with the doll furniture - say i remove the legs on addy’s bed to better pack it - then the legs get lost somewhere along the way#the actual dolls i think are a bit easier - i think wrap each in a t shirt or towel to protect hair and vinyl#and then all put into a few backpacks or maybe one of those big plastic tote boxes#my posts
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Literally so hyped to get miss yucky nasty... I am going to learn SO many skills
#ive always been rly fascinated by sculpting so im like. very excited to learn how to do it.#im gonna have to sculpt: whole new nose lmao; neck donut (to accommodate my prior mods); eyes (no way in HELL i wont have to make custom one#s); and actually get around to cordulas hearing aids... which weirdly scare me the most here. bc theyre SO TINY. and i have to figure out ho#w to get wire to wrap around the ears and end in a smaller plastic (in this case- clay) piece. which is going to be far far far more complex#than anything else i have to do I think?? i rly might make a thread on doll dreaming to like. put my scary progress up somewhere outside of#here. anyways sorry. i havent been this excited about a project in MONTHS#twist rambles#bjd posting
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part of me wants to somehow end up at the t*rget in the most infuriating and transgender outfit i could possibly create in an effort to supplement the energy that has been removed from the pride section. mind you i have not seen the things that were removed in the first place but. still if it pisses transphobes off that much i want to make a contribution
#im probably not gonna#like my brains saying this bc i still have money and get paid tomorrow but thats a really bad idea actually#well ok im all for pissing off transphobes i do that in my sleep but idk i can get ponies and monster high dolls somewhere else#luckily its really easy not to shop there in fact it is Better money wise if i dont#hm. yeah idk
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IT'S CHRISTMAS IN JULY IN AUGUST!!! that dang tree FINALLY sold yeehaw,,,,, ,,
(was doing some spring-cleaning before DT to shuffle the bajillion event items that have been collecting dust in my storerooms over the years onto my alt for cold storage, and I found a bunch of old ones from before they started making them MB-unsellable and figured it was worth seeing if there were any takers......... I was joking with my coworker (who doesn't know a thing about videogames but was happy to let me ramble about it) last month that this tree would bring me great riches and today is the day baybeeeeeee now if only the other 7 items would sell too... spooky season is approaching so maybe the Pumpkin Chair or Stuffed Succubus will be next lol)
#khajit has wares if you have coin........................ browse my many many useless tacky and garish waressss#actually the sheep dolls are really cute so it's a shame that they're 3 MILLION otherwise I would definitely put them on a shelf somewhere#curse you character binding! I know it can be circumvented but I don't wanna deal with people directly just to offload some old junk lol#if it's old and sellable but bound to me then it shall be bound foreverrrrrrrrrrr (sad Opened Twinklebox noises)#kate being dumb#ffxiv
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Probably the very last thing I expected to happen last night was for me to have a sexuality crisis and overanalyse the last third of my life, and yet here we are
#the overthinking kept me up until 5:30 a.m and I can barely keep my eyes open rn#there's a long weekend ahead why couldn't the crisis wait 24 hours#anyway... turns out there's a high chance my bisexuality was actually equal lack of attraction to everyone#the only exception being drawings and animated characters. never real people#and I always said that I wanted to be railed by a pretty girl but now I realise I don't really want that#I just said it bc I was convinced I was bisexual so it felt right that it's what I should want#in reality I want to be railed by ocs not an actual girlfriend#and only in fantasy. the thought of fucking of any kind irl makes me want to be smooth like a barbie doll#so... yeah#I cried for like an hour and a half because my bisexuality was like the one thing I was 100% sure in#turns out I'm actually probably somewhere on aroace spectrum and I'm too much of an unstable wreck to process that probably#I'll have to do some soulsearching at some point but for now it seems most likely#suddenly a lot of things are making much more sense tbh
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I Caved
I cast a vote so I could see how the poll was doing, and the results are about what I expected. It also roughly correlates to how much time I spent designing each one, so maybe there's something to that.
But, regardless of *why* the results are this way, it seems like Ice came out on top, so if I ever get around to that project, I guess it'll focus on him~
Thanks for voting everybody~ The poll is still open if you want to try and change things, but I don't see Ice being usurped any time soon.
It wasn't close at all~
#confession:#i'd actually done a couple of extra sketches of Ice#beforehand because i was already pre-planning this project before i even posted about kliff#the original poll was going to be 'should my next doll be a fandom character or an OC?'#but i didn't have any OCs that fit the body type or any fandom characters that i was interested in making right now#well i considered mike hatsu/ne but i didn't want to end up with TWO old man dolls#so i designed Ice as the OC candidate#but somewhere along the line i decided that i wanted it to be an OC no matter what but i wanted other options just in case#so then i quickly designed 2 more guys for him to go up against#but i only had the one sketch sesh with the other 2#so they just aren't as developed as Ice#actually. Ice didn't even start as ice cream themed#i only added the sprinkles so they could all vaguely be related to food#he was originally just an incubus with a retro diner theme (which I guess is still food themed but nothing specific)#i went with ice cream because even though it wasn't intentional#he's kinda got a bas/kin robbins color scheme going on#anyway. i'm not disappointed that he won#but i feel like he just isn't that ambitious for me in terms of design (which is probably also why he turned out the best)#literally almost everything about him has an element from another design/character i've already made#hearts from kun3h0/GAB. retro diner from the malt shop 10/10s.#pink/blue color scheme from Carol (and several others)#the hairstyle is from a couple of old OCs#he's just an amalgamation of so many things i've already done#but at least it wasn't a total wipeout#ube was someone's favorite of the three so i must've done something right#even for the 'worst' one#so i'll still try to refine all 3 and keep them around#as my 4-5 year obsession with NSR is finally starting to wind down a little#and no other fandom to replace it (yet)#i'm getting a little more interested in developing my OCs
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i bought a new doll
#oops#oh! dont worry i bought it before the strike#but it arrived today!!#its surprisingly not a wi.nx doll#but ever since i bought that one bloom ive been obsessed with doll collections...#ough.....#actual brainworms#have to slap my hand every time i look at any store#online or physical#the doll is a mermaze mermaidz one! her name is nera!!#she's so cute :')#i saw news that they stopped making dolls but i dont think thats true...#anyway im obsessed with the winter line and she was majorly discounted so i got her :)#i see what people mean about the dolls not being great for kids though?#but i actually really like the tails being sculpted and not fabric! it looks so much better#but im also an adult who likes figurines so#im so close to starting a sideblog or account somewhere else just for doll collecting like SO CLOSE#ough............
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barbieposting. will continue
#bobbi babbling#i was never even a barbie kid actually#i was into monster high dolls#though i did have one vintage barbie doll!#love her. shes probably in a box somewhere
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I tend to forget how creepy large dolls can be until you walk into a dim room, see one sitting in the shadows out of the corner of your eye, and feel like it’s eyes are shifting.
#ghost posts#it’s a doll it’s supposed to be cute#swear that one goosebumps commercial years ago did damage to my psyche#anyway have an 18 inch doll on my bookshelf now#what’s even the point of being scared of a doll like worse most fantastical case scenario??#it comes to life?? like get out brain just being ridiculous#anyway still cleaning out my room#I actually have another large doll in a box somewhere made of porcelain#also doesn’t see the light of day
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˖ ࣪ ، ◞ せ⌇ BLACKOUT. featuring tartaglia.
↻ the 11th of the fatui harbingers has some... questionable kinks.
tags : asphyxiation, choking, dry humping, sparring kink, hate sex, light dirty talk, death threats, semi-public sex, light spanking, clit slapping, squirting, creampie, loss of consciousness // wc. 1k
author's note : another late one.. don't worry, the next one is all lined up n ready in my drafts !! this is most likely the freakiest one yet bc why does tartaglia have a sparring kink... also this is the heaviest one yet too so please mind sharp of the tags !! someone passes out in this one so be warned. i know you alr know the drill, notes n reblogs are ALWAYS appreciated here but can i remind u not to spam (esp w/o a follow) because that can decrease my reach and my stuff won't show up anymore :( i love you all, thank you for 400 followers and see you in the next one!
this work is NSFW. minors and ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT.
“mmm, fuuuck, you’re a feisty one, aren’tcha, doll?”
you didn’t know what you were signing up for when you decided to spar with the 11th of the fatui harbingers. in fact, you were more forced to spar with him than of your own volition. he thought you were pretty, and he thought you would look even prettier pinned underneath him, panting and begging within an inch of your life.
what ajax didn’t expect, however, was to be flipped on his back with you straddling atop him, hands closed tightly around his neck. he also didn’t expect that it would feel so good.
blood drips from your forehead and your lip is swollen from one to many punches to the face, but fuck you look so beautiful. “you gonna kill me or what?”
“shut up,” you grunt, squeezing harder. “shut up, shut up, shut up.”
you’re driving him damn near insane. you look angry and feral, and it’s a look that only the most determined of warriors wear during battle.
as of right now, you’re determined to kill him, or at least make him give up. the thing is, you’ve clearly underestimated the man who calls himself the 11th fatui harbinger.
“are you… hard?” something big and firm protrudes through his trousers, and he looks up at you, lips cracking into a smile.
“right on the money, angel.” his hips thrust upwards once, his mind growing hazy at the buzz of adrenaline flowing through his veins. “you gonna squeeze tighter? i’m quite liking this.”
you scowl at him. “you’re disgusting, tartaglia.”
“it’s ajax, baby,” he manages to say through his lack-of-oxygen induced haze. “you gonna call me that while you’re chokin’ me out?”
god, you hate him. god, god god, you want him dead, but you can’t suppress the feeling of victory washing over you. you managed to make a harbinger hard, and all you had to do was threaten to kill him. “why would i give you that pleasure?”
“you seem to be happy enough sittin’ on my dick and trying to kill me, baby, the least you could do is call me by my real name, no?” he has no bargaining chips here, especially since you might actually kill him cold turkey. “move your hips for me.”
“you’re in no position to be making orders.”
“and you’re in a good enough position to get grinding.” when you swivel your hips in the slightest, his hands twitch, trying his hardest not to grip your ass under your skirt desperately. who even wears a skirt to a fight? “hurry it up. i’m starting to get bored.”
this guy. he’s so fucking annoying, but you can’t help but clench around nothing at the way he looks up at you, eyes hooded and lip quirked up in a smirk as he tries to move his hips to no avail, and suddenly, you’re left with two options;
option one: get the fuck off of him and run as far as humanely possible in the hopes that he won’t catch up to you.
option two: fuck him, and fuck him.
it’s a good thing that in situations like these, you like to think primarily with your pussy and not your head.
“ajax!”
“that’s it angel, fuck, you’re doin’ such a good job.”
your skirt is abandoned somewhere in the sparring ring and your breasts spill out of your shirt as you bounce in his lap, eyes squeezed shut and hands latched around his neck, nails digging into its supple flesh.
oh, he’s liking this. you swear he grows two times bigger every time you squeeze on his neck, and your eyes roll into the back of your head as his tip bumps your cervix. this is the deepest position possible, and he’s hitting you just right, despite being delirious from the lack of oxygen flowing to his brain from your hands around his neck.
when you decided to fuck him, he gave you one order and one order only; hold on tight. and damn did he give you the ride of your life, because you’re twitching atop him, hands attaching and detaching from his neck as you struggle to keep your consciousness afloat.
whilst your hands stay wound around his bruised neck, his hands are seemingly everywhere. one moment he’s squeezing your tits through your torn shirt and the next he’s spanking your ass, warning you that he’s going to speed up and that you need to hold on tighter unless you want to fall off.
“ ‘m close-!” you warn him of your impending orgasm, hands trembling around his neck as he starts to deepen his thrusts. you can barely focus on the look of his face, but the bastard is smiling, his own eyes starting to flutter shut as he starts to see dark spots clouding his vision. ajax is about to pass out, but he doesn’t even deserve such a luxury without feeling you cum all over his cock.
with what little strength he has left in his arms, he slides his hand from your ass to your clit and gives it tight little slaps, eyes urging you to cum as his mouth drops open in ecstasy. this feeling, having you not only squeeze his throat but his cock too, has him delirious, and he totally thinks he could become completely addicted.
“cum f’me, angel. come on, c’mon, i wanna fucking feel it, baby…” he uses the last of the oxygen in his lungs to give you one final command, and as ajax blacks out, he feels you squirt on it, plastering your juices all over the floor of the sparring ring before collapsing on top of him.
in his newly (and partially short lived) vegetative state, his cock pumps you full, his seed leaking out of the creases in your cunt. it takes a couple of seconds for you to come to, and when you do, you’re faced with a sprawled out ajax on the floor, eyes just closed and lips parted gently.
you panic momentarily because you think you’ve actually killed him, until you see those damn lips of his stretch into a smile. “thank you doll.”
you’re definitely not sparring with this freak again.
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you dont understand id kill for this toy concept ;-;
tbh I don't really have any particular love of horses, but they're a popular theme in doll media, unlike say, snakes, which I do love and adore and want to have as a pet one day, but don't have a cute colorful toy line and tie in cartoon
#btw this is otteroflore#this is my account where i post about nature and snakes#i have a pet snake#and i love drawing snake#somewhere around here i have toy concept that is cute doll herpetologists#well i guess i also have my fruit lobster so#actually this drawing is similar in structure to the animal crossing snake i did a while ago
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Beekeeping age [Dilf!Konig x fem!Reader]
You're ex-boyfriend is an asshole, so you decided to fuck his hot military dad instead. You're going to find out why his first wife ran as fast as she did, very soon - but Konig is still the best dick that ever happened to you.
CW: Daddy kink(obvi), power imbalance, possessive Konig, perverted Konig, age gap(Reader in her early twenties, Konig in his early forties), mentions of cheating(your ex is a douchebag anyway), slightly obsessive Konig, size kink, unprotected sex.
FIRST PART (can be read separately) AO3
— Why your wife left you, again?
You stuff your face full of…something. He cooked it – gods did he cook it well. It’s meat and vegetables and spices, and it feels like your dad cooking but twice as good. It feels like pure sin because he says you shouldn’t worry about calorie counts or how fat the meat is, or how good everything tastes fried because he needs his special girl to feel good and healthy and fatten up a little bit, and you…gods, you’re down. Bad.
You wonder if König’s wife left because she couldn’t compete with his cooking. You wonder if his wife left because he was feeding her too good.
— Why don’t we leave uneasy questions for later, Schatzi?
He brushes his hand over your hair, taking in the way you look – dressed up in his shirt, skin covered in bites and bruises from his hold. He can’t see it right now but can almost testify to the way your lipstick was all over his collar – good thing he wasn't wearing his uniform shirt, wouldn’t want to make dorks from Kobra jealous.
He brings you another plate, he fills your glass – you never knew beer could taste this good, but he whispered something about having his own little homemade brewery for wine and beer somewhere in the mountains, in his Summer house. This man has a hug apartment in Vienna and a Summer house – you think you heard him having enough land to go hunting and to keep bees, and you might have cum a little bit just here and there.
— I would like to know the story, actually. To not repeat her mistakes, you know.
— You won’t, Liebling. I can already picture you with a ring on your pretty finger.
— Not so fast. Maybe I don’t believe in marriage.
— You’re too young to stop believing in it.
— Way to talk when you’re the divorced one, sir.
— Shut it, Schatzen. I can still take care of a good girl like you, ja? König leans in to kiss you, his lips brushing over your mouth – it’s wet and swollen, he bite you quite a few times already, and you feel dizzy just from the way his tongue lingers just a second before going in, taking your arousal even more. His hand gently brushes some hair from your face and you giggle from the sensation of his rough fingers on the softness of your skin. It never failed to mesmerize you, just how seasoned and old the colonel might be – and his hands would still tremble as if he is handling the finest porcelain doll in his hands. He has the expression of an anxious, devoted follower – you are not sure how his wife could left him. If he was looking at you like this every day, even as you go through with pregnancy and a piece of shit kid like Paul, you would die before leaving him.
— Could you two please stop fucking each other?
— I thought you wanted to move to dorms.
— This is my house too!
— Not on the documents, it’s not. — You can’t just throw me away, dad! — Your new stepmom needs her space.
König grasps your shoulder as you try to stop them from arguing again – it’s embarrassing enough that you’re fucking your ex’s dad. Colonel makes it a whole fucking show, parading you around as his controversially young girlfriend, making sure that his son will hear your moans and whimpers as you get fucked at every surface of this apartment. You were wondering if you could ask him to move to the Summer house – even with your college and all. You can take a gap year and write a journalist investigation about lonely veterans and their mastery at brewing alcohol. You can take a gap year and try your best in the new trophy wife gig. König’s hand is firm on your shoulder – you know better than to try and argue with him, the silent recognition of authority loud in your head. You sigh, trying your best to just stop yourself from acting too damn weird. It’s their male thing, and you’re just an intruder in a big T-shirt and old leggings. König said it wasn’t his wifey’s – that he burned all of her stuff when she left. Somehow, you find peace in that statement.
— How could you even…Jesus fucking Christ, this is disgusting. She is my age! — And the most beautiful girl in the world. I can see why you liked her. — She is my girlfriend! — Schatzi came to me in distress and begged me to take her. I think we both knew you weren’t…the best option. You feel more embarrassed with each second of their conversation. You don’t want to listen, you don’t want to take in their words, you feel like a trophy being discarded between two different winners. You feel like a prized mare on a farm – and they won’t even look at you. Too distracted by the sound of their voices, you eat your dinner in somewhat somber peace because you need to eat, after all, and you really like what König cooks. You like what König does most of the time. All of the time.
Paul storms off the room after a few minutes of bickering. You feel guilty for not stopping him because he was still kinda your boyfriend. You ex-boyfriend. Your asshole incel-ish ex-boyfriend whose assholless literally made you go and sleep with his dilfy dad, and…god, you feel like a whore. Good. Paul was calling you a whore a lot of the time, you may as well take the new name and plaster it in your new badge.
König’s hand lingers on your back, caressing it gently. You whimper because you feel bad and you’re still in college, and Paul’s disgusted reaction reminds you that fucking a guy in his forties isn’t the best business decision. Even if the said guy is a retired colonel with shitload of money, even if he still goes to work sometimes, just because he wants to feel cool and shoot guns at bad guys, even if this guy buys you cool gifts and he promised to renovate your car or buy you a new one, and he makes plans and takes you to places that don’t make you feel like begging for attention.
If anything, you feel like he is drowning you with attention.
His hand lets go of your shoulder – he was holding you so tight the whole conversation, you can sense the bruises forming on your skin. You lick your lips, and he moves to kiss you again. You feel like drowning, you feel like this is all just a dream – and you’re also drunk because gods, König knows how to make a good glass of…something.
— You shouldn’t act like this. He is your son.
He laughs dismissingly. He dismisses a lot of things you said – you think it’s the age difference. You think he is just being traditional, and you don’t want to be too nagging. You don’t want to end up like his wife and wake up from the dear you’ve been seeing.
König’s lips are soft, and you can look past his hands, taking you too possessively – you can close your eyes, and you can just listen to his accent, smiling as his tongue worms its way into your mouth. He is good, you think – at this whole kissing thing. At this whole “Hi there, I’m a retired old dog and I am fucking the girlfriend of my only son. I’m divorced btw” .
He has experience – you know it when he tucks your lip between his teeth, when he massages your shoulders as you spread your legs already, so wet for him, it’s almost embarrassing. You never slept much with Paul – his poor excuse of a son – it was always never enough lube, it was always never enough attention, he always needed you to shave or to leave your hair to grow a little bit, it was either your perfume being too sweet or you no wearing anything at all. You thought he would have much more fun masturbating to his anime chicks and poor gaming sessions with his friends.
But König isn’t like this – every time he drops on his knees to eat you out like a man starving, you feel utter and complete devotion. In his tongue, in his mouth, in his teeth as he sucks little marks into your thighs, making sure you will remember it tomorrow when he will ask you to stay for breakfast and then ride you to whatever you need to come next. Last time he promised to drive you to the library, he took a few turns and took you to some restaurant instead. You gushed about not having proper attire, he was still in his half-uniform and rocking dark cargo pants, and he was apologizing every time his fingers hit that special spot in your cunt as he fingered you during the second course of meals. He said that he was so, sorry about not fucking you properly, about having to resort to public displays like this – and you were too high on loving him to care. You still are. — I don’t think we should be…
— He left. Won’t bother us anymore.
— I’m not in the mood right now.
— You’re always in the mood, Schatzen. Enough to drive me crazy. — You’re a pervert. Like Paul.
— He takes on after his father, ja?
It would alarm you how much contempt he had for his own child right now. Then, again, you were the one who dumped his son for the powerhouse of a dad. Maybe it was your daddy issues, maybe it was your dumb reasoning and the summer break that you didn’t want to spend with your family. Good thing you’re spending it with the other.
König’s face is buried between your legs, his teeth tugging on the soft fabric, forcing your leggings down. God, it feels good – he is so high on wanting you, can’t even wait to take off your clothes properly. You never had a man wanting you so badly before – it’s addicting, it’s crushing, it makes you feel like a goddess among men. Makes you feel wanted, a thing that your ex never did.
You forget about guilt when he kisses your lower tummy, when his lips trace down to your cunt, taking sharp licks through your panties. You wore them this morning, something from a new lacy set he bought – one of the only ones that weren’t torn off from your body the moment you took them on. He always wanted you to make these little fashion shows for him, making good use of his money – you weren’t a sugar baby, not on paper, you still clutched to the last traces of your dignity, but he did buy you a lot of gifts.
— S’ pretty for me, Liebling. The prettiest girl in the world.
— I assume after…af..ter your wife.
You giggle when he frowns, his rugged face filled with concern. He doesn’t like jokes about his marriage – you don’t want to ask him about it because it would mean waking up from a dream you want to experience over and over again, but you heard what Paul was talking about. What his mom told him about. you heard enough to know that kissing a man like König is a safety hazard and a liability that you can’t afford, but it’s warm, and he is rich, and you don’t want to go back to your part-time job this season. You want to be dumb and you want to be young – right now, you’re doing both. — Don’t be so dumb, Schatzi. Although it suits you.
— I’m not dumb!
— Nein, you’re not. Just silly.
— You just call me a different type of dumb.
— I like it when you’re dumb. Makes you cuter.
König is awkward and funny, and he buys you things that you could never afford. He is mysterious and kind – to you, not his enemies – and he uses German words randomly in his phrases because he knows the accent, and the pronunciation drives you crazy. You never thought of thinking of yourself as a dilf hunter but, hell, here you are. With his dark ginger stubble – and grey streaks that make you go wild every time you look at him – between your thighs. It’s tickling, and it’s a bit irritating, and he will rub some calming lotion in your skin after this, making sure to cover every inch of your skin with some expensive cream that he knows jackshit about, but you wanted it, and so he went out and bought it. Gosh, you felt dumb even asking him for this.
He traces his kisses along your thighs, tongue lingers to press against your wet, swollen folds. Flirting in front of Paul made you embarrassingly hot, solidifying you as a shitty, bad, horny person who needs fat cock stuffed in your leaking pussy. You lick your lips, and you tremble when he pushes his tongue inside. He is starving, pushy with all of his needs – makes you almost beg for it, like a pet he took from the street.
— I want to take you to the Summer house next week.
You open your eyes, shocked. It’s nothing, really, you shouldn’t be this surprised about him wanting to show off his other properties. You want to check out his wine cellar and how sturdy the furniture is. You want to see if he had deers running around the house. If he had any pictures of his family – and if you could ever hope to compete with his ex-wife. It’s a petty competition, but you don’t have much to do and to think about. It’s obvious the love here won’t last until the end of the break, and you want to get as much from it as possible. Maybe even some hot bikini picks at his pool. He has to have one. — What if I have plans, sir?
It’s innocent and you play the role well. You think some of your friends wanted to hang out or make a study group for the upcoming semester. You are a good girl at heart, with nice grades and a perfectly played-out future, and not as many working opportunities as you may like, but you could manage with something. Writing a killer essay about your life with a smoke show during Summer would be easy with someone like him.
He laughs, his hand lightly smacks your butt. You bite your lip and whimper, not accustomed to pain feeling this good.
— You will change them, little one. For the whole Summer.
— I wanted to study.
You moan when he lightly presses his tongue on your swollen clit, kissing and licking it. Slick runs down your legs, and he collects it with his mouth. You whimper again, tears prickling at the edge of your eyes – the sensation is sudden and overwhelming, makes you get your hands in his hair and slightly tug. He groans, pleasure from having you so active, so participating is overwhelming. He loves you, loves you, loves you, adores you. God, you’re beautiful. And so, so restrained – just his special good girl. Only for him. — You can study at our house.
— You mean you and your ex’s house.
He smacks you again for the foul language – although you know you didn’t even curse, he is still punishing you. In the lightest way possible, of course, you know you won’t handle anything too harsh – still, you feel nice and warm when he isn’t just eating you out, but also smacks you for speaking in such unpretty words again.
You don’t even register the way he called the house yours too. All too dumb for this, again.
— I mean our house, Schatzen. Just you and your daddy, ja? You worry too much about studying.
— I want a nice job. Without…distractions.
He slips one finger in your warm, tight hole – even just one digit is enough to make you shiver, clenching it like a sloppy whore. He is big in every way – just two of his fingers are bigger than a normal cock, and no, you didn’t want to compare a son with his father, but even Paul’s cock, as big as it was, was still way thinner than his father’s.
— Why you need a job?
— Not everyone are retired military. I need money.
— You have me.
— I d…don’t want to be a sugar baby. Sir.
— I have no problems with being your daddy, Schatzen.
König is build like a powerhouse – when he slips just the tip into you, ignoring all previous preparation because, by god, you both need to feel connected, he is dragging you on top of the table, tossing aside the dirty dishes with remains of his perfectly cooked dinner…and you feel like home. Almost.
You imagine waking up with his cock every morning, and with the nice cup of coffee only he can make. You imagine him gushing about rebuilding the house and working on his tight and neat desk job at the mercenary company – something about instructing, dumb recruits, only the most elite missions as an operator in retirement, creating strategies and tactics for the warfare – and thinking that, wow, your husband is really cool. You shouldn’t be thinking this because this is just a summer fling. Your relationships with Paul weren’t too serious either, you just didn’t want to be alone.
König gently caresses your fingers, whispering something about numbers – you think you could recognize the word for a ring a bit later when he was making a call to some friend. In German, of course, you don’t quite understand it, but you worm your warm on his lap like a spoiled cat, purring on his crotch like a good fucking girl. But it was a while later.
Now, you’re gasping and panting, his cock spreading you open and stuffing you like the poor bird he was cooking for dinner. You know you won’t be able to walk after a short while – would probably have to spend the day at his house, with him cooing and gushing about your sore body while he is quietly proud of himself. If you’re lucky, you could convince him to let you go in the evening. If you’re not, he will ask you to stay the night, and maybe even a bit more, and then he will just get the bag with your stuff from your room in the dorm by himself, and then… — What do you think about getting married in August?
Maybe, you do know why his wife left him.
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