#look how huge my hips are gettin

[mousegirl-cheerleader]

Went to walmart and bought this neat crop top/overalls combo

She/her have a nice day

[moechies]

kinktober ⋆౨ৎ entry #3 ; throat training w nanami kento .ᐟ

dear diary ♡,

last night, i gave kento a blowjob / head ! it was terrible, though, and i’m surprised he didn’t hate it! it was my first time — i was spluttering all over the place and messed up his pants >< so embarrassing! i’m embarrassed to even reminisce back to the scene! i dunno . . i think, maybe he liked it because he kept groaning (?) and i swear it was growing harder and harder in my mouth each time i choked. i heard that guys like those things . . at the mention of choking — his cock was hitting the back of my throat so much and making me teary! because he didn’t let me touch or wipe my face, i bet i looked so stupid with teary eyes and a big cock in my mouth (T_T) even though it’s all terribly embarrassing, i can’t help but want to do it again . .

“kenny, d’you still like me?” you quip, joking half-heartedly. you sink into the couch besides him, tossing your leg over his. he lets out a soft grunt, tugging your body closer and onto his — falling pliant against his warmth.

“why do you ask, honey? of course i do.” he speaks, purring against his chest. “how’s your throat?”

you huff, nuzzling closer into his chest and taking a longed whiff of scent. fuck. “kenny . . i wanna do it again.”

“what is it you want to do again, doll?” he questions, his fingers twirling into the soft strands of your hair.

“wan—wanna suck your dick again.” you whine, pressing your chin onto his chest and looking up at him. he’s already peering down at you, admiring the soft shimmer of need and want in your eyes. “please . .”

“hmm . . no can do doll.” he hums, grinning at your dedication. his hand leaves your hair, coming to softly wrap around your throat. you let out a soft, pained squeak, the ache in your throat prominent. “see? you’re still hurting here.”

“‘s only a bit . .” you whine hoarsely as his hand snakes to the back of your neck, tugging you close to press a gentle kiss against your forehead. “making you feel g—good is more important.”

“that’s not true. your health is most important, sweet girl.” he speaks sternly, laying against the cushion and taking you down with him. you can feel the chub of his cock beginning to stiffen, prodding against your tummy where you lay against him. your innocent demeanor and soft tone don’t fit the conversation’s topic — maybe that’s what’s making him so fucking hard.

you giggle, tracing a finger down his chest, feeling his heaves grow manual. “kento, can feel you gettin’ hard below me.” you purr, tugging yourself higher up onto his body by his neck. you wrap your arms tightly around his strong neck, as tight as it permits with his huge collarbones. you nuzzle against his cheek, pressing an abundance of kisses onto his freshly shaven face. “let me, jus’ teach me, i know you want to.”

he growls when you paw at his bulge, bucking his hips into your hand as his way of approval. you giggle — he’s too easy. but how could he say no to those gorgeous begging orbs and your soft squeaks of his name? darling — he is a strong man but . . not that strong.

nanami flips you under him, arms caged around your body as he hovers over you. he stands tall, eyes never leaving your face as his hand drags across his clothes bulge, making the shape prominent through his sweats. “come here.” he commands, and you reach your arms forward, crawling towards him on fours like an obedient puppy.

you paw at the waistband of his pants and he lets you — lets you tug down on the loose fabric to reveal his now thinly clothed cock solely covered by his cotton briefs. you feel yourself damn near salvitate at the sight before you, easily able to locate his bridged tip that lays clad against his right thigh. “how does your throat feel?”

“‘s alright kento . .” you mumble with no regards for your throat, eyes zeroed in on the fat tip of his cock you need to suck on.

“hey. do you remember what i taught you yesterday?” he chuckles, fingers tapping on your hot cheek to bring you back to reality. your eyes flutter back into his face, giving him a soft nod before leaning into the apple of his palm. his hand moves from where it once laid against your cheek to the bottom of your jaw, pulling you forward and mere inches away from his shaft. he uses a thumb to tug down at the band of his briefs, teasing his fat, blushed tip right in your face. you whine, pacing back and forth from his face to his cock for a green light — and he gives you a nod.

you give his damp slit a soft, shaky peck, growing goosebumps across the back of your arms and across your back when you hear him chuckle. you’re nervous and he can tell — but he won’t make you a fool. his hand still cups your jaw gently, thumb trailing to press at your puffy lower lip as a way to signal — stick out your tongue.

and of course you do — pink tongue sticking out before giving his slit an experimental lick, laying the hot muscle fully across his leaking hole. he groans at the warmth and velvet touch, and you feel him twitch below your tongue. it doesn’t take long for your confidence to boast, enveloping his fat cock head with your soft, chubby lips.

kento sighs, his right leg stepping up on the cushioned couch where you’re sprawled. he tugs the remainder of his briefs below his plump balls, giving you the full view of his swollen, flushed shaft before you. it’s intimidating of course — but, you can do it. you’re sure you can.

with confidence soaring through your body, and a low groan to boost so, you take him further into your mouth, slobbering over the first few inches of his shaft. you moan at the stiff being in your mouth, running your tongue on the underside of his top before swirling it over. “fuck.”

nanami quickly bucks his hips, mumbling quiet apologies when he hears you squeak from the sudden movement. you peer up at him, his disheveled hair and heavy pants paired with lidded eyes tell you something he doesn’t need to express verbally.

“are you ready to take more?” he asks all sultry, as if he was offering you a sweet treat. in a sense, he was.

you nod gently, sure to keep your teeth away from the shaft. it’s sensitive here, try to keep your teeth tucked in, and don’t bite down no matter how much it hurts.

you flashback to the night before, cunt quivering at the reminder. his hands grip a tad tighter at your jaw, pressing himself into your mouth further than you had expected — his cock slides to the left side of your cheek. he moans wantonly, gently thrusting at the soft walls of your mouth.

you look great like this.

he readjusts himself, pulling himself out before pressing himself deep into the depths of your mouth as you permit it to — finally hitting the rim of your throat. he gives it an experimental thrust, and low and behold comes what you have dreaded most ; you gag.

you look up to him with watery eyes, swollen lips pulling away from his shaft with his cock still lodged deep in your mouth. you splutter — coughing lowly at the intrusion.

“see? you’re still much too inexperienced to take it.” he chuckles, giving your throat another gentle squeeze. to his entertainment, it makes you gag again, the rim of your throat tightening and he feels it all.

your brows furrow, and you sniffle gently, desperate to reach to wipe away the forming tears. without remorse, nanamin’s hips press forward, bulging at your resisting throat. “open up.” he groans, a hand coming to swipe away your hairs.

you do — you try — loosening your jaw and throat like he taught you the night before. his chubby tip lodges deep into your throat at the intial loosening, and you gag harshly around him. “calm down darling,” he coos, thumb coming up to wipe at your damp cheeks and nuzzle your face in a comforting sense. he thrusts slowly, careful not to trigger another gag. your sniffles are staggered, eyes shut tight, “nice and slow . . .” he drags out, nearly stuffing the remainder of himself down your swollen throat. the ache in your throat is growing more prominent, as is the ache in your sore cunt. it aches everywhere, and you need kento to satiate it.

"you're making me so proud, darling." nanami's leg steps forward, closing the distance between your mouth and the base of his cock. you sigh internally, body shivering when you feel his dewy balls against your chin, the damp sweat making it so that his ball sack sticks to you. you bravely press yourself deeper into him, another low gag is elicited but it doesn't stop you from nuzzling against his manhood, taking a longed whiff of his honey-blonded bush. the rough patch of hair rubs against your nose, making you moan. you look up to him again, eyes lidded and lashes fluttering incessantly — god, you drive him crazy. he looks away — he has to, or he might just cum deep in that warm throat of yours and disappoint you, darling.

his hand readjusts, the one once gripping your jaw comes up to tug at your hair once you’ve adjusted to him. “baby listens to her daddy so well, doesn’t she?” your heart flutters at the mention of your favorite nickname for him — his eyes meeting yours expectingly. you nod with your eyes, pupils slowly dilating into hearts. “doing such a great job warming and sucking daddy’s cock.”

he tugs you back by your hair, watching strings of spit drag across his shaft from your warming mouth. nanami gradually increases the pace of his fucking, his tug on your hair growing a bit stronger, hips moving harsher. your eyes shut tight to prepare yourself for a proper fucking, pacing yourself to acclimate to his well-earned blowjob after these training sessions. “daddy’ll make sure you feel so good after this, okay? just let me use my sweet baby’s throat right now, just for a bit.” he groans, shooting you a soft smile before you feel a harsh pump to the back of your throat — a short spurt of cum dribbling straight down your throat.

oh — you’re in for a long night.

[nvtstvrns]

Prettied Up - Chris Sturniolo

Smut, dom!chris, sub!fem

Summary: you and Chris are getting ready to go to dinner with Nick and Matt when he sees you doing your makeup in the mirror, he decides to eat you out while you do your makeup.

Contains: smut, sub!fem, dom!chris, oral (fem!receiver), almost getting caught, pet names (ma, pretty girl, etc)

Authors note: I am so sorry I put this story off for so long, here it is 😭

Divider Credits: @bernardsbendystraws @adornedwithlight and @cafekitsune

Chris and I were getting ready for dinner with Nick, Matt, Mikayla and Nate, we were in Boston for a few weeks and we wanted to get together with our old friends. I was standing at the mirror starting my makeup, Chris was in the shower.

“Ma, can you hand me that towel, please?” He asks me his finger pointing through the shower curtain. I walk over to the towel and I hand it to him. I quickly go back to doing my makeup, we only had twenty minutes left before we had to leave.

Chris comes behind me and wraps his arms around my stomach and he lays his head on my shoulder.

“Chris, you’re getting my clothes all wet.” I say pushing him off my slightly.

“That’s not too bad though right-“ he says hugging me from behind again. This time his hands trail to my bare waist. “Clothes will dry…” he reaches up and cups my breast.

“Chris.” I warn as I watch him run his hands all over my body in the mirror. “I’m trying to do my makeup.” I say blending out my blush trying to shake off the goosebumps. I could feel myself throbbing in need and I took a deep breath.

“You gettin all prettied up f’me?” He says as he puts on his underwear and then his pants. I grin and turn around. “Chris stop making me-“

He gets closer to me and grabs my jaw. “Stop making you what?” He says in a husky voice. My knees buckled. His grip on my jaw was light and soft but it still put a huge effect on me.

I look up at him with puppy eyes and he lets me go.

“Can I make you feel good baby…give you a little reward…”

“For what?” I ask quietly.

“You deserve it…but keep gettin prettied up for me ma.”

He gets down on his knees in front of me. This was a new thing from him, it’s always me getting on my knees for him, was he really going to make me feel good with no returns at all? I feel his hands fiddle with my button on my pants and then he unzips them, pulling them down to my ankles and then pulling them all the way off. His eyes trail up to mine and he places a soft kiss to my lower abdomen.

“Keep doing your makeup don’t watch me.” He says pulling my underwear off and throwing them somewhere with my pants. He doesn’t even hesitate, his mouth quickly attaching to my clit, I let out a gasp and I hang my head back. He taps the back of my thighs telling me to continue doing my makeup, so I do, trying to line my lips with all of this pleasure is not working, so I move on to my mascara.

“Oh my-fuck Chris…” I say as my legs begin to shake, I can’t focus on just my makeup, the image of him pumping his fingers in and out of my wet pussy while his mouth abuses my clit was way too much. “I’m gonna cum, Chris! Oh my fucking god, Chris…” I say grinding my hips on his face.

“Mmm yeah grind my face ma, cum all over me.” I continue grinding my hips reaching closer and closer to my high, with a final cry my legs jerk and I cum all over his face…luckily my makeup was fully finished, it didn’t look exactly how I wanted it to, but I did my best.

“Chris! Y/n come on! We have to leave!” Matt yells, in a daze I put back on my pants and he puts on his shirt, and puts on deodorant and other things. He wraps an arm around my shoulder.

“Don’t let it affect you too much baby.” He says kissing my temple “we still have dinner to eat, and then you can have me.”

This was a lot of fun to write, and thank you sm for all of your support lately (I recently did a face reveal) so thank you for all of your compliments on that. Thank you for reading my fanfictions and if you ever have a request just send me a silly little message.

[venusstorm]

𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲

Trucker!Joel Sneak Peak👀 18+

a/n: I could not get the thought of Joel Miller in all his southern beauty driving a huge ass truck, smoking a cigarette, trying his damn hardest to ignore his “pretty baby” who just cannot keep their hands off him.

Joel smirks to himself, rubbing his unruly beard as he glances at your distant expression. He knows exactly what you're doing. That glossy look in your eyes, the way your hands are wedged between your thighs.

He knows precisely when his girl needs him, and right now you're practically pleading. He could see your brain churning, undoubtedly thinking of him.

"Wettin' my beard so pretty, baby. You see that? See what you've done to me?"  He pulled back from your thighs, his beard stained and wet. You moaned his name, thrashing against his grip as he gazed pridefully at your soaking cunt. "C'mon, Let go for me, squirt all over daddy's face. He suckled your clit, balls heavy and thighs grinding against the sheets as he fought back the urge to cum. "Taste so pretty, baby. Fuck, gettin' me all messy. That's it, open those pretty eyes and look at what you’ve done."

"Been staring at me awfully long, ain't ya?" Joel grins.

You suck in a breath, quickly turning and facing the window. "M'not," you mutter.

"Ah ah, don't get all shy." He puts out his cigarette and you can hear the amusement in his tone as he reaches for your hand, breaking it from its position between your thighs.

You're too embarrassed to speak, afraid he'd tease you for getting turned on by something as mundane as watching him drive. Quickly, you cross your legs, "It's nothin'" you murmur.

"Nothin'?" He questions.

Joel raises an eyebrow, his right hand sinking towards the waistline of your denim shorts. They hugged your hips perfectly, a soft blue hue that left your asscheeks hanging free. He loved when you sat perched on his lap with them on, nuzzling into his neck as he palmed your ass.

You don't object as he leisurely pulls down your zipper, his hand sneaking down your groin. Instinctively you wrap your arms around his, grinding into his palm slowly. "Joel...you're driving."

He traces his thumb across your slit, groaning softly when he feels your wetness against your thighs. His eyes face the road, your sweet sounds are the only indication he has of what's going on beside him.

Your eyes flutter closed as he slips a finger inside of you, rubbing against your folds until you shiver. "You feeling needy, baby?" He coos. "Want my fingers stuffed in that pretty cunt? Cmon, baby, it's alright. You don't think I know how badly you wanna get fucked in that passenger seat? Always begging me to tag along just to sit there and hold your legs all tight together. Gawking at me and looking away as if I can't tell how desperate you are."

"P- pull over, Joel," you whine.

[sageispunk]

too divine (18+)

pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

summary: Riding Frankie after a long night out.

“You did just as you were told, chasing your high both for you and for your lover. That coil deep in your stomach was at its tightest, and all you could focus on was Francisco’s eyes, darkened with all his lust and love for you.”

wordcount: 1.3K

warnings: established relationship, PIV sex, spanking, the word ‘assault’ is used once but no actual assault, lots of dirty talk, praise, hair-pulling, teasing, eye-contact, slight dom/sub vibes but not rlly, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, mention of oral sex (m receiving), creampie kink, nipple play, squirting, the word ‘daddy’ is used once, they’re just in love hehe, no beta-all mistakes are my own

You were so beautiful like this, body strewn lazily over his chest, face tucked into the crook of his neck. All he could focus on in moments like these was the sound of you whimpering softly in his ear, as well as the gushing sound of your two bodies joining together. You were squeezing him so tight– strangling his cock with your pulsing heat.

With a hand grasped tightly on your hip and the other caressing the back of your head, he gently met your slow movements. Thrusting up, and up, and up, coaxing more of those pretty noises out of your throat. You had gone quiet on him a few moments ago, and god, he was already missing your voice.

A large, callused hand gripped your ass, squeezing before lifting and falling back down quicker than you could prepare for it. ‘Frankieeee…’ He continued his not-so-gentle assault on your right ass cheek, basking in the reactions he was pulling out of you. With each collision, your pussy clenched down on him and he couldn’t help but moan out in ecstasy. ‘Goddamn, baby, so… SLAP!...fuckin…SLAP!...tight…SLAP!’

You were a mess. A beautiful, cock-drunken, sopping wet mess, grinding on his cock like your life depended on it. He could tell you were getting closer as your movements became quicker and more erratic. Frankie used the hand that rested on the back of your head, lacing his fingers into the hair nearest your scalp to pull your head back, wanting–no, needing to see you.

There was nothing he loved more than watching you come undone all over him. The way it broke you each time–he could probably get off just seeing you come everyday if he had to, it was that good. Your eyes were so low from the pleasure but still focused on his face, teeth biting into your bottom lip so hard it would likely be swollen when the two of you were finished up. ‘You gettin’ close, baby?’

He already knew the answer, he just wanted to hear you say it.

You maintained eye contact as you nodded quickly, hips still grinding hard atop his own. Another slap to your ass. ‘Words, baby.’ You loved when he demanded you to speak, especially when he knew you would have extreme difficulty attempting to get any actual words to leave your mouth. You just shook your head, eyes snapping shut and head lolling forward as you felt that intense sensation building within your core.

His hand tightened around a good amount of your hair, gripping it enough to pull your head back up. ‘Tell me.’ The filthy desperation evident all over his face had you swooning, wanting to do anything that would please him. ‘I’m so close, baby, I’m so close, please please please I wanna cum…’ The huge grin that graced his face showed you how satisfied he finally was with your words.

Frankie’s hands left both your ass and your hair and came up to cup your cheeks, not allowing you to look away again. ‘Good girl…keep going, just like that.’ You did just as you were told, chasing your high both for you and for your lover. That coil deep in your stomach was at its tightest, and all you could focus on was Francisco’s eyes, darkened with all his lust and love for you.

Two more rolls of your hips had you shaking and crying out in utter bliss. ‘Frankieee–oh my god!’ Your eyes closed again this time, and he didn’t mind much because he had more up his sleeve. As soon as he felt your rhythmic pulsing on his cock, he saw that as an opportunity to increase your pleasure ten times over.

His hands came down to your hips, gripping tightly as he planted his feet down on the mattress underneath. Before you could even realize what was happening, you were leaning forward, bracing your hands on his chest, and Frankie was already pounding–so hard, and so deep–up into you. The tip of his cock kissed that button deep within you over and over again, never fully allowing your orgasm to fade. ‘Yeahhh, baby, you can take it, I’ve got you…’

His words echoed in your ears as you felt yourself getting higher on all the love he was giving you. Your head felt damn near empty in mere seconds, falling backwards while you remained mostly upright and bouncing on his cock.

The sight of your glistening body on top of him, entirely at his mercy–he wished the two of you would’ve filmed this. Instead, he has to just touch and observe every single little thing you do, committing it all to his memory, just in case he never gets to experience this sort of euphoria again in his life.

His cock was so hard, it had been that way since the two of you had gone out for dinner earlier in the evening. And it had stayed that way all throughout; by the time you made it back home, he was red, throbbing and nearly bursting out of his jeans. Once you saw how needy he was, you immediately got on your knees and sucked and licked Frankie like there was no tomorrow, like your last dying wish was just to simply please your man.

Now, he was ready to cum again. This time, however, he only wanted to release deep inside your perfect pussy, filling you up until there was absolutely nothing left.

One hand left your hip and came up to your breast, gently squeezing and caressing the soft mound. A high-pitched mewl left your mouth as he fondled with you, teasing you. Fingers gripped your nipple, pinching and sending more pleasure through your body. His hips continued their relentless pace for a few more moments.

Francisco felt himself teetering along the edge, getting closer and closer but somehow still wanting to last. And then, you said it.

‘Cum in me, daddy…’

All patience was lost then.

His hips stuttered, changing the angle just a tiny bit, hitting your spot better, faster, and harder than it had been before. A sob, louder than he’s heard before, escaped your lips as you clenched and quivered around him. His fingers were still latched and pinching onto your nipple, everything stimulating your brain oh-so-much. Suddenly, you both began to feel warm liquids, splashing between your bodies, making everything wetter and sloppier.

‘Jesus christ…Good girllll, good girl, squirting all over me like that–fuck yes..’

Sounds of your lovemaking filled the room; your loud, echoing cries, Frankie’s murmurs of praise to your body, and the pornographic sounds of him entering and leaving your soaked folds, over and over again.

Just a moment after you squirted on his cock, he was letting go. Your warmth had been squeezing so tightly, and then to add the extra warmth and wetness? There was no way he could continue to hold back. You felt it all, the throbbing of his cock in you, all his cum–so much cum–pumping deep inside you.

His pace slowed down shortly after and you leaned forward, tucking yourself back away into his neck. Your hips moved slowly up and down his length, draining him for all he had. ‘So good, baby, so fucking good–this pussy is heaven, oh my fucking God!’

The both of you came down, slowly and quietly—still trembling, you still moving only slightly just to hear his moans in your ear. He sounded so beautiful, so perfect when he came–and even more so when he was overstimulated. He only allowed you to continue for a few minutes before grasping onto your hips to keep you still.

You chuckled and obeyed, deciding to instead plant kisses on him; his neck, behind his ear, his chest and shoulders, and then back up to his jaw and face. Soft lips met your own and you sighed into his mouth, feeling at peace. You knew he’d want you to get up in a bit to clean up, so you decided to savor this moment. Tongues lazily wrestling the other, while your sweaty body still laid atop his, cock softening inside while both of your releases dripped down your thighs and onto the sheets.

‘I love you.’

‘I love you too.’

…

‘So you’re a squirter, huh?’

soooo... first fic posted! likes, comments, and reblogs are very appreciated if u enjoy this story!! i don't have a specific schedule right now, but i do have a few fics lined up for some other pedro characters and bucky barnes (mostly). feel free to leave any feedback or requests/suggestions, i don't mind!

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[erosmutt]

﹙🎃﹚FILTH PIG : 𝔥. 𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔬

〣 ﹒▨﹕ CONTENT WARNINGS﹒gunplay, blasterplay, vaginal penetration with the barrel of a gun, piv sex, wall sex, chubby reader

♫ ㆍ TRACK OF CHOICE ㆍSlip It In ♱ Black Flag

⿻﹒︴BNUUY'S NOTES . i made up for it being late by making it longer! love you guys :D also yes, chubby reader. know why? han likes chubby girls, end of story. eee this is my fav one of my kinktober fics i've written! han solo they could never make me hate you.

"Well well, looks like the pretty little smuggler got herself in quite the pickle, huh?"

Shoving you against the dingy alley wall, Han drags the tip of his blaster across your bottom lip, a smug grin plastering itself on his face at the flicker of annoyance in your eyes. "Now, don't play coy. We've both got some collective debts to square up." He chuckles, the scent of stale sweat and cheap booze wafting off him. "Don't you fret princess, I'll getcha outta this mess. For a price."

Dropping the pistol between your legs, he rubs the cold metal against your clothed slit, rubbing it up and down your sensitive folds. Leaning in close, his breath hot on your ear, he murmurs, "Feel that steel on those pretty lips, don't you?"

His other hand roams your curves possessively, squeezing your heavy tits before sliding down to squeeze your ass. A needy whimper escapes your throat as your hips grind against the weapon teasing your aching cunt. "Ooh, gettin' all wet for me already, ain'tcha sugar? Bet this tight little pussy's just dyin' to be stuffed full."

Your heart races as you reach up with a trembling hand to trace your fingertips along his jaw, feeling the stubble. "I'm all out of credits," you admit quietly as to not have your voice echo. Tugging your panties aside, he shoves the short blaster barrel into your hole, stretching you. "That's it sweetheart, take it nice 'n deep."

Han grunts, eyes trained on your curves with hunger. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips as he starts thrusting the barrel in and out of your slick heat, forearm strained. "Ungh, fuck, ride it baby, just like that," he groans, picking up the pace. The lewd squelch of your cunt fills the stale air as he pistons the weapon faster.

A broken moan spills from your lips, head falling back against the rough brick wall as pleasure courses through your veins. Your thighs quiver, toes curling slightly in your boots as your rock against the thrusts. "Han, don' fucking stop, needa cum," you pant.

Suddenly, the blaster is gone, leaving you empty and aching. You barely have time to whine at the loss before the blunt tip of his cock is teasing your entrance, hot and hard and huge. "Beg for it," Han orders in a deep rumble. "Wanna hear how bad this greedy pussy wants to be split open on my dick."

You lift one of your legs and place it on his hip. "Fuck me," you whisper. "Please, fuck me," you keen desperately, reaching down between your legs and spreading yourself shamelessly. With a triumphant snarl, he slams himself up to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Your vision nearly whites out, hands finding his shoulders as a silent scream catches in your throat while he stretches you beyond anything you've taken before. "Fuck yes," he grunts.

Han sets a harsh pace, each thrust slamming you back up against the nasty wall and stealing your breath. The wet slap of flesh on flesh echoes obscenely in the alley as he pounds you with abandon, grunting filthy praise and demands. "That's it," he growls. "gonna fuckin' wreck your little cunt, yeah?" All you can do is hang on for dear life, nails scratching against his clothed shoulders as he rails you without mercy. The coil of tension winds tighter and tighter in your tummy, nerve endings feeling sparked. "'m gonna- fuck, 'm gonna cum!" You cry, eyes shut tight.

His fingers find your clit, rubbing circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves, and that's all it takes to send you over the edge. Your walls clench around his shaft as you cum, orgasm dizzying you, coming in waves. "Gonna fill this pretty cunt up," Han mutters. "breed ya fuckin' stupid." With a final thrust, he cums, painting your insides with his hot seed. You shudder and mewl as you feel it pump deep, claiming you.

He stays buried inside you as he softens, large hands stroking your lovehandles uncharacteristically tenderly. "There we go, princess. One debt settled." Drawing back, fluids drip from your cunt obscenely, making him smirk, much to your irritation. "We'll sort out the rest later, yeah?" For now," he leans in and captures your lips in a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth, before pulling away and flashing you a wink.

"Clean up sweetheart, don't let any other sleaze come fuck you, ya hear?" He tugs his pants up and adjusts his belt. You roll your eyes as you fix your own clothes. "Whatever, Solo." He shoves his blaster back into its holster, pinches your cheek, then goes on his way.

What a dick; but what else could you expect from Han Solo? Nothing. He's a good for nothing sleemo, but by the Force, he could lay it down.

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[jungle-angel]

The One With The Home Movies (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett find some old home movies of his parents and decide to watch them

Warnings: Pregnancy, birth, mentions of custody battles, Royal being a pain in Cecelia's ass etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @bradleybeachbabe @callmemana @attapullman

"Jeebus, Mary and Joseph, how fuckin hard is it to find a fuckin Disney movie in this house?" Rhett muttered under his breath as he went through the box of video tapes in the closet.

His efforts weren't proving much as he tried to find a movie that wouldn't scare the bejesus out of Amy, despite the fact that she was only six months old and wouldn't be paying attention. Hercules? That was always a good one.

"The hell?"

He pulled a videotape from the box, the masking tape on the side labeled "Roy and Cece, '92-'93". He set it aside and kept searching, finding a bunch of others labeled with his parents' names and their dates stretching all the way back to at least 1985.

"Whatcha lookin for Rhett?" Royal asked him.

"Tryna find a movie for Amy, all I found was uh......Hercules and......this," Rhett answered.

Royal took the tape from him, laughing a little. "Not sure if she's gonna wanna watch this," he chuckled. "Completely forgot about this one."

"What? Ya'll made a sex tape back in the day?"

Rhett laughed as Royal swatted at him, missing him by barely an inch. "You're somethin else boy," Royal told him. "I'll pop it in after lunch and we'll see what's on it."

As soon as his father's back was turned, Rhett made a face and thrust his hips back and forth, thinking Royal wouldn't notice.

As soon as lunch was over and Amy had been put upstairs for a nap, you and Rhett gathered in the living room with his parents to see what horrors lay in wait on the videotape.

"Hope it still works," Cecelia said, crawling under the fuzzy throw blanket with Royal.

The VCR clicked and the video began playing, the date April of 1992 displayed across the bottom corner of the screen. You and Rhett were shocked when you saw a very young Cecelia Abbott appear on screen, holding a little stick in her hand and the voice of a small toddler running around and babbling in the background.

"Alright what's up?" asked Royal's voice. "Is it showin?"

"Yep, there it is," Cecelia answered, showing him the stick. "Showin positive."

"Oh my God," Royal chuckled. "Oh holy shit......I didn't think doin it like we did would work......"

"Oh Dad that's nasty!!!" Rhett blurted out, laughing.

"What? I didn't think it would," Royal said before Cecelia smacked his shoulder.

You laughed too, turning your attention back to the TV, the footage cutting to some time later in June, showing Royal and Cecelia in Montana with John and Evelyn Dutton.

"Oh God, I remember that day," Cecelia chuckled. "I miss her so bad."

"Yeah, get it! Get it! Show it off!" Royal's voice told her.

You both laughed as young Cecelia showed off her unnoticeable bump along with Evelyn, the two of them bantering with their husbands.

"So this was with you?" you asked Rhett.

"Yep," he answered, a huge grin plastered on his face.

"Oh God here we go," Royal said. "This was the day Perry found out he was getting a baby brother."

You giggled a little when you saw the date of August, 1992 on the bottom of the screen, Royal still behind the camera and Cecelia pointing out all the details in the sonogram photo in her hands.

"What am I seein?" Royal asked.

"Right there," Cecelia said, pointing it out.

"Right where?"

"Right there! Look with your eyes ya moron," Cecelia chuckled.

"OOOOOH!!!" Royal exclaimed. "Oh jeebus!!! He's fuckin flashin us!"

You and Rhett laughed as his parents rolled their eyes.

"I no wanna baby bruver!" the two year old in the video pouted.

"Well, you're gettin a baby brother Per," Royal told him.

"No I not."

"Yeah you are."

It continued like that for a good minute and a half, you and Rhett shaking your heads.

"And that is where your father learned quickly, never to pick a fight with a two year old," Cecelia laughed.

Back to the TV your eyes turned with more footage to come, jumping quick from August to December. "Oh God I remember that year," Cecelia groaned. "My mother had me on bedrest after Alabama defeated the Hurricanes."

"You know you're gonna need to quit scarin us right?" Royal said, his nose pressed against Cecelia's bump, herself half hidden as she held the video camera. She laughed when he gave her an annoyed side-eyed look, the fabric of her denim shirt stretching when the baby's foot nudged against his father's nose.

"Ya'll see what the little fucker just did?" he asked.

"No I did not just feel my lungs getting rearranged and moved in fifteen different directions," Cecelia laughed.

"He keeps it up I'm giving him his eviction notice."

"Ya'll will do no such thing," Cecelia told him. "If I go into early labor it's on you and you're taking Perry for an entire month."

"Yes dear," Royal sighed.

"Jeez ya'll must've been those last few weeks, huh?" Rhett asked his father.

"Try the last month," Royal answered.

"Oh jeez here it comes," Cecelia laughed.

You and Rhett were squirming a little when the video cut to the day Rhett was born, January 29th of '93. The footage showed poor Cecelia all laid up in her bed, the very same room upstairs in the house that hadn't changed in the last 31 years, laying on her side and her hand on her belly as she tried to plow through the labor pains.

"So.....ya'll want me to get a double wide shot o' this or pan down?" Royal asked before she flipped him the bird.

"If ya'll get even so much as one shot of anything comin out down there, I'm gonna kick your ass," Cecelia groaned.

You and Rhett couldn't help but laugh when suddenly it cut to the actual birth footage. "OH GOD DAD!!!! FAST FORWARD!!! FAST FORWARD!!!!" Rhett blurted out.

"I'm tryin! I'm tryin!" Royal insisted, trying to use the remote to fast forward.

Cecelia laughed a little. "Revenge, thirty something years in the making," she chuckled.

When Royal was finally able to fast forward through the nasty parts, he stopped at the one part that had you melting and Rhett's cheeks growing hot with embarrassment. You couldn't believe how adorable Rhett was as a newborn, his face pinker than the sunset and a head full of dark hair, all snuggled under his little blanket.

"Aw look how cute you were?" you teased.

Rhett felt a flush of heat going from his cheeks down to his chest.

"Yeah he was cute but when he turned two, he turned into a lil devil," Cecelia joked.

Now it was yours, Rhett's and Cecelia's turn to embarrass Royal when a shot of him holding Baby Rhett came on the screen, the tiny little baby practically being swallowed up by his blanket and his father's arms all at once.

"Are ya'll cryin?" Cecelia asked, aiming the camera at her husband and newborn son.

"Nope," Royal croaked.

"Bullshit, you're cryin," Cecelia chuckled.

You went through the rest of the video, all of you half laughing and half crying. It was a part of your in-laws' past that you had never seen before, a side of them that had only returned when Perry had been kicked out of the house.

"Are you actually crying?" you asked, noting the misty look in your husband's eyes.

"Darlin I'm fuckin laughin," Rhett chuckled.

"Bullshit, I know you better than that," you laughed, kissing him on the lips.

You couldn't see it, but the smiles on Royal and Cecelia's faces said it all.

[zoeykallus]

hello!! how are you doing? <3

I was wondering for Some HC of reader wearing the bad batch’s armor and how they would react.

Aloha! 🤔😅 uhm, okay, let me try something!

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Whose armor is this, anyway?

Fluffy/Funny(I guess)/Slightly Suggestive in parts

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What's going on: Your Batcher is taking a shower and has left the armor plates of his equipment in your room. Feeling a bit silly today, you decide to have some fun with it and try some on. You forget the time and get caught by your beloved clone when he comes back from the shower.

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Hunter

You can't help yourself, as soon as the bathroom door closes behind Hunter, your fingers curiously roam over the equipment he has taken off, feeling scratches, dents and burn marks. This armor could probably tell quite a few stories. You try on the helmet, it doesn't fit right, it's a little too big, but not too much. You see the handle of his knife peeking out of the armor plate he normally wears on his arm and reach for it. The vibro knife is intriguing, looks sharp and dangerous. You've seen Hunter wield it a few times and admired it. You twirl the knife around a bit randomly, and for a moment you feel really cool, until you hear Hunter clear his throat. You drop the knife, shocked, and let out a small startled yelp. The knife sticks tip-first in the hardwood floor, definitely a sharp blade. You feel your face getting hot and are glad you have his helmet on, at the moment you are ashamed of yourself. Hunter smirks at you with a half-suppressed grin. He looks gorgeous as always, and you feel like an idiot with his helmet on your head and his knife stuck in the floor next to your feet. "Do you admire me so much that you're already imitating me?" he asks, amused, pulling a shirt over his gorgeous torso and tying his still-damp hair back with his bandana. He bends down for the knife and pulls it out of the wood, tucking it back into the armor plate he normally has on his arm. "You shouldn't mess with that, you might hurt yourself," he says with gentle rebuke when you don't answer him right away. "Sorry," you say meekly, "Couldn't resist. Can you take your shirt off again?" Hunter pauses, then laughs, "What, you want to put on my shirts now too?" You shrug and say perkily, "Maybe in the morning, but mostly I just want to see your upper body naked." His smirk turns salacious. "So you want me to stay the night for the first time?"

You suddenly feel terribly hot under the helmet, but you nod. He takes off his shirt again, as you asked him to, then he comes closer and puts his hands on your hips. "Aren't you going to take the helmet off again?" he asks with raised eyebrows. "No, not yet," you say hurriedly, "It's cozy in here." Hunter laughs softly and says, "Honey, I know your pulse is racing, and you're all hot, I don't need to see your face, there is no point in hiding".

Wrecker

The man is huge, and so is his equipment. The helmet is way too big, even the chest plate you throw over yourself looks ridiculously huge on you. You look at yourself in the mirror and grin under Wrecker's helmet, it looks incredibly funny.

You realize anew how stark the physical difference is between the two of you. You also try out the gloves, but soon put them away again, because they are so big that they constantly slip.

You pose in front of the large mirror that hangs on the bedroom closet and giggle quietly to yourself.

Suddenly, you hear rumbling laughter and turn around, startled. Wrecker is standing in the doorway in his shirt and boxers, a towel at the back of his neck. For a moment your gaze hangs admiringly on his leg muscles, especially his thighs, and a soft, "Damn," passes your lips.

"What are you up to?" he asks, amused.

You laugh a little awkwardly and say, "Gettin' ready for battle."

Smiling, he says, "Then maybe you should find some armor that fits you first."

You reach for one of the many pillows on your bed and say, "It should do for this one," and throw the pillow at him.

You hit Wrecker right in the chest, who holds the pillow in confusion for the first moment. But then he realizes.

"Pillow fight!" he exclaims happily, lunging and throwing it.

He underestimates his strength and knocks you off your feet with his hit. You tumble backwards, and if it weren't for the helmet, your head would have collided directly with the dresser.

Wrecker raises his hands in fright.

"Maker!" he exclaims, "Sweetie, are you okay? I didn't mean to do that!"

He rushes to your side and pulls you back to your feet with ease.

"Wow!", you exclaim laughing, "Even with a pillow you can knock one out".

"Are you hurt?" he asks meekly.

You shake your head laughing.

"No, Wrecker, I'm fine! Your helmet protected me, like I said, ready for battle".

He carefully takes off your helmet and still checks your head for wounds. Patiently, you let him check. Finally, he kisses your cheek and mumbles an apology again. His huge hands hold your face for a moment. He still looks worried, but when you smile at him, he can't help but return the smile.

Echo

Normally, Echo showers in the barracks before coming to you. However, he came back from training quite late today and doesn't want to lose any time. So he comes straight to your house and quickly slips into your bathroom to shower off while you open a bottle of wine for you.

Your eyes fall on the bedspread on your bed, where Echo has neatly laid down his gear. Curious, you move closer. At first, only your gaze wanders over the pieces of armor, then your fingertips.

Biting your lower lip thoughtfully, you finally take the pieces in your hands one by one and look at them more closely. It's surprisingly clean and well cared for, but there are a few marks and scratches that Echo can't hide in his armor maintenance.

You wonder how many times the helmet might have saved his life, turning it over in your hands. Your eyes fall on the bathroom door, you move closer and listen with your ear to the door. The water of the shower is still running.

His helmet doesn't fit you because of the cutout. But you spot the gun belt and his Kama. Clad only in an extra-long shirt, in your underwear, you slip both on. The radio is on in the background, and you dance around your bedroom with it, swinging your hips to move the Kama like a skirt.

Then during one of your turns, you almost fall over in shock. Echo stands there, leaning casually in the doorway, arms folded in front of his chest, a smirk on his face.

When you stop and stare at him with a heated face, he says, "Looks good on you, looks cute, but the outfit is not suitable for combat, at least not in this half-naked combination. But it's definitely an eye-catcher."

"Sorry," you stammer and hastily try to take the belt off again, but it's stuck.

Echo chuckles softly and comes over to you, helping you take the belt off again, placing it on your dresser next to him. His hand gently grips your chin, his lips resting warmly, softly on yours. He gives you a languid, tender, long kiss that makes your knees go weak.

When he pulls away from the kiss, his hand is still on your chin, and he asks, "So, beautiful, what's the plan for tonight, besides dancing in my Kama?"

With heated cheeks you smile at him, you have quite a few ideas.

Crosshair

He always takes ages in the bathroom, you don't even know exactly why, you've never asked him. Crosshair has been in the shower for quite a while when your eyes fall on his equipment lying neatly on your bedroom chair next to your bed.

Cautiously, you glance toward the bathroom door. You're not sure how he'll react when you go to his equipment. Curious, you pick up the helmet and put it on. It fits surprisingly well, is almost a little tight. You browse through the other pieces of gear and aren't exactly surprised at how neat they all are. Crosshair is a pretty neat person.

Then your eyes fall on his rifle, the Firepunsher, leaning upright against your bedroom closet. Again your eyes fall on the bathroom door. You hesitate, but finally you approach the gun and carefully run your fingers over it.

"What do you think you're doing?"

You jump up hastily, letting out a small startled yelp. It felt like a second ago the bathroom door was closed, but now it's open and Crosshair is standing in the doorway, one of your towels wrapped around his hips, bare-chested.

"I was curious," you say, still a little breathless with shock.

It's not until he comes over to you, grabs your head with both hands, and pulls off the helmet that you realize you still have it on.

Crosshair puts the helmet back with the other things and says sternly, "This is not a toy. My armor is one thing, but my rifle is not for untrained people."

"I know, sorry. I just wanted to look at it"

"Looking is something you do with your eyes, not your fingers" he growls.

"Sorry, please don't be mad"

"You could have gotten hurt" he says with a sigh.

"I know," you say meekly.

No matter how scared or ashamed you just were, his appearance distracts you, practically naked, clad only in a towel at his hips.

Crosshair smirks as he notices your covetous gaze.

"Now," he says in his smoky voice, "Why don't you slip out of your clothes, hop up on the bed, and we'll talk about it."

Heat rises in your cheeks, you don't even think about it but start undressing right away.

Tech

His things are spread across your bedroom. As always, he has a thousand things to say when he comes in and while he walks through your bedroom and takes off his equipment to get ready for the shower, he leaves the individual parts lying where he just walks and stands, lost in thought.

You watch him with amusement, trying to follow his rambling as best you can, picking up the pieces of equipment and placing them all neatly on your dresser. When he finally disappears into the bathroom, your eyes fall on his equipment again.

You take his helmet, pull it on and flip down the visor. The integrated computer comes to life and a bunch of numbers and options pop up in your field of vision.

"Wow, so that's what it looks like"

Next, you put on the gun belt and the tool belt. Both are surprisingly heavy.

"How can he walk around with that all day, no wonder he has such a slouch" you mutter to yourself and look at yourself in the mirror.

You admire yourself for a while, turning back and forth.

"May I ask what you're doing?"

Tech's voice makes you spin around, startled.

"Um, well, you left your gear criss-crossed, and I was cleaning up," you say evasively.

He stands there in boxer shorts and shirt, rubbing his hair dry, and asks with an amused undertone as he takes the towel down, "And you had to put parts on to do that?"

You flip up your visor and roll your eyes.

"Okay, I was curious, I wanted to see what it felt like".

A barely noticeable smirk is on his lips.

"So, how does it feel to you?"

"Unexpectedly heavy," you admit.

Tech nods and says, "I guess that's true, I'm lugging around a lot of tools."

He puts the towel in the bathroom bucket and comes back into the bedroom, he gently takes the helmet off your head and pulls the straps off.

"As cute as this may look, my equipment is not a toy, honey".

"Hmm, okay," you say meekly, watching as he puts the gear back on the dresser with the others.

He's got the thought, the words down, you haven't been intimate with each other yet, other than a few chaste kisses and careful cuddles. But you've been together for a while, actually very familiar by now, and he wants more too, but he's having a hard time coming out of his shell. When he looks at you again, a soft blush creeps into his cheeks as he asks, "Should I get fully dressed, or maybe we'll spend the evening… cuddling?"

You smile softly and say tenderly, "Cuddling sounds great, Tech."

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[mysteriouslee]

Been gettin back in my Pretty Cure phase fellas

lee!Nagisa ler!Mepple Ler!Mipple Ler!Honoka (slight lee honoka at the end)

(Nagihono have wedding figurines, if that doesnt confirm them, idk what will but Ill keep it up to interpretation if the ship isnt your taste)

"Unbelieveable" grumbled Nagisa as she threw her pencil down.

"Come on Nagisa, just a little longer" sympathized Honoka patting her pretty cure partner on the shoulder.

Honoka invited Nagisa to study for their finals and Nagisa has been a little difficult to say the least.

"But Honoka, its sooooooooooo boring" Nagisa complained.

"Oh come on mepo, Honoka is trying to help you, quite whining mepo" responded Mepple.

"I know, I'm sorry, I just not very good at this stuff" the pink cure responded.

"Of course you are Nagisa, you just have to open your mind a little" comforted the white cure.

(See, how tf is Honoka a white cure and Nagisa is a pink cure and not a black cure. Make 👏 It 👏 Make 👏 Sense 👏)

" I don't know Honoka, Nagisa's head is way too hard, it takes a jackhammer to pry it open mepo" teased Mepple.

"At least I dont lool like a rejected muppet" retorted Nagisa.

"Here we go mipo" sighed Mipple

"Why you little, mepo" said Mepple before jumping at Nagisa.

Nagisa tried to grab at Mepple but the pixie was too fast, which lead to an awkward scene of Nagisa trying to grab him.

Honoka sighed but jumped when she heard a squeal reach the air.Mepple had began tickling Nagisa. Honoka and Mipple snickered at Nagisa's predicament.

"HeheHEHEHhelp HOnoKaHAHA"giggled Nagisa as the yellow fairy attacked her sides and ribs.

Honoka gave an exspression as if she was pondering on whether she was gonna help her friend. Then she slowly came over, looking she was a gonna help Nagisa, then blew a huge raspberry into her partner's stomach. Nagisa's entire body shuddered then began kicking wildy.

"UNBEHEHELIEVABAHALE"shrieked Nagisa as Honoka and Mepple continued their assault.Thats when Mipple wondered over, behind Nagisa who was positioned her side.Mipple carefully raspberried the back Nagisa's neck. Nagisa let out a blood curdling scream and everyone stopped. That's when Honoka's grandmother rushed over to check on them.

" What's going on, are you girls okay?" Sanae asked with a concerned look.

She saw her granddaughter on top of her classmate holding Nagisa's hands and Nagisa's messy appearance and connected the dots.

"I see, well before I go back, do you guys need anything, any snacks, any thing to drink?" asked Sanae

"We're fine Grandma, thank you" responded Honoka.

"Alrighty then, and by the way, Honoka has a really ticklish back, stomach, hips and ears" Sanae said before leaving. In that instance Nagisa overpowered Honoka and began tickling the day lights out of her. Mipple and Mepple coming from their hiding spots and helping Nagisa.

[ladyfly]

Tennessee Whiskey PT5

  Warning! Smut! Eclipse jerks off and licks a wall clean. Talk about breeding.

Eclipse once again found himself feeling light as a feather as he entered the farmhouse. His date with you could not have gone any better. You kissed him! On the lips! You did that! He was just going to kiss you on the cheek again but you pulled him into that kiss.

He didn't think you would want to do that yet. You are just full of surprises. Sun and Moon are sitting on the couch playing Left 4 Dead 2. Moon has a black tank top and dark green shorts. Sun has sweat pants and a brown shirt on. The two pause and turn as Eclipse enters.

Moon grins "So how was yer night?"

Eclipse lets out a dreamy sigh "Wonderful. Ah won em a prize!"

Sun nods "Yeah? What else?"

Eclipse leans on the couch "Ate some food together. Browsed some stalls."

Moon slaps a hand over his mouth before stating "An' what else?"

Eclipse looks between the two "Now what are you two gettin' at?"

Sun stifles a laugh "Did-did ja loose somthin'?"

Eclipse tilts "Loose somthin'? Ah don't think so?"

Moon rubs the top of his head "Hm... Ya seem ta be missin' somethin' ta me."

Eclipse slowly raises an arm and touches the top of his head "I don- What!? My hat!"

Sun snickers "So wadya do ta loose yer hat?"

Moon casually looks around the room before his eyes return to Eclipse "Was it.... somethin.... naughty?"

Eclipse lets out a little steam "Naughty?"

Sun nods "Yeah! Ya know!" Sun drops his voice a few octaves "Breedin'. Makin' em yours."

Eclipse swallows "Breedin'? No w-we didn't d-do anythin' like that!"

Moon raises a brow "Then what happened?"

Eclipse reaches up to hide in his hat, but it's not there "They kissed me."

Sun leans back "Kissed you?"

Eclipse nods "They took me by the elbows, pulled me to them, an' kissed me. On the lips." He looks at the ceiling and sighs "My ... My rays spun an' knocked my hat off. It's uh...-" His phone rang "Hello? .... Darlin'! ... The lawn? ... Well thank you darlin'. When can Ah get it... Ah can't? What? ... Yours now? .... Cost? ... Darlin'! .... Alright... g'night."

Moon tilts his head "Well?"

Eclipse huffs crossing his arms in indignation "They found my hat. They're keepin' it! Ah can't get it back unless Ah pay em! Can you believe that!?"

Sun bursts out laughing "Ya do realize they want you ta pay in kisses or somethin'?!"

Eclipse drops his arms to his side as his face goes blank "What?"

Moon joins in Sun's laughter "They want to spend more time with ya dumdum! Ah swear you are dumb as a stump sometimes. They clearly like ya! Ah bet they are puttin' that thing in bed with em ta smell you while they sleep."

Eclipse looks at Moon hopefully "Ya think? They really want kisses? An sleepin' with my hat?"

Sun shrugs "Makes sense ta me. An' who knows... They may want more."

Eclipse lets out a huge puff of steam from under his collar "More?"

Moon nods and replies in a sultry tone "Breedin'."

Eclipse squeaks and rushes upstairs "Y'all are makin' me overheat!"

Laughter from Sun and Moon follows Eclipse up stairs and into his room. He strips himself of all his clothes as he makes his way to the bathroom. Eclipse turns the shower on cold as it will go and hops in. His cock springing to life.

He knows if he doesn't do anything about this problem it won/t let him sleep. He hasn't even touched it yet and it's leaking. He takes the thick heavy eggplant purple cock in two of his hands. The other one grip his balls, and the last hold him up. He fondles his balls in his palm a strangled moan escapes him.

His hands work in tandem to rub up and down his shaft. It twitches and writhes in his hands. What would your mouth feel like? Hot, warm, and wanting. How much of him could you take? His hips thrust into his hands. He grips himself as tightly as he can before loosening his grip. Pulsing his hands.

He holds his balls in an almost crushing grip rolling each ball around in his hands. They tighten in his palms as he reaches his peak.

His thumb rolls over his tip "That's it darlin'! Suck me dry! Take it! Take it! Tak-"

His vocorder glitches out as he cums. Painting the shower wall in front of him in burnt umber cum. He doesn't stop though. Hips slamming into his hands. Overstimulation fading into pleasure again. The hand on his balls trail to his ass and grip it tightly.

His mind tells him it's you doing that. Pulling him closer to you. He can feel his balls getting tight again. Cock twitching wildly in his hands. He cums again on the wall. Forcing down the moan. As he comes down from his high he crouches down.

His tongue slips out and he begins to lick his own cum off of the wall "Darlin' ya taste so good. Mmmm!"

He lets out a whine as he continues to clean the wall. Eclipse stands back up and rinses himself off. A big fluffy black towel to dry himself off. He slips on a pair of boxers. A pillow is pulled close to him. It's lightly scented with Old Spice body wash. Sleep comes quickly. He dreams about you.

[nemesyaaa]

exactly what i needed tonight after the full drew content !!! that was so fucking yummy, i'm going feral over it !! like yea give me the smut, give me the daddy, give me the bounce, give me the needy behavior, give me your fucking dick 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ tysm for your great service, my needs are grateful !!

He looked sexy of course in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants that hung on low on his muscled hips, dick print visible as the man was huge. You couldn’t help but want to spoil him with a good meal, making sure his plate was full as you piled on his favorites. — DKZKDKEE THE VISION 😵😵 I dysfonctionned....

Rafe’s suggestion of relaxing in the jacuzzi was really him showing you how much he appreciated you by giving you the best dick a wife could ask for. The hot water splashed around the two of you as he had you bent over the side, your ass smacking against his muscled hips. “F-fuck Rafe!” You cried, french tipped nails digging into the ledge as you braced yourself from the heavy dick slamming in and out of your soaked hole. — « he appreciated you by giving you the best dick a wife could ask for. » BYE 🫡🫡🫡 BUT THE JACUZZI IDEA IS SO GREAT OMG ????

You couldn’t help but glance back, the view of your sexy husband always wanting to make you lose control. His blue eyes met yours, a smirk playing on his lips as he began speeding up his thrusts. — WHAT THE POINT OF PORN WHEN YOU CAN HAVE GREAT SMUT

“Now I know you aren’t trying to hide from me now that you are gettin’ ready to cum. Let me see you baby, you know I can’t get enough.” His voice low, thumb dipping between your parted lips as he pounded you out.

my honest reaction

cooking for dilf! rafe while he watches the game and drinks his scotch 😵🥴🥴🥴🥴 and afterwards he rewards his wife with some nice hard jacuzzi fucking

the sex with this man would always be so fucking hot 😻

It was a Friday evening, and both the kids were over at their separate friend’s houses. With a new development project in the works, Rafe had a stressful work week. After his shower, he’d be sprawled out on the plush sectional with a glass of scotch in his ringed hand while his cerulean eyes focused on the game playing on the large flat screen. He looked sexy of course in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants that hung on low on his muscled hips, dick print visible as the man was huge. You couldn’t help but want to spoil him with a good meal, making sure his plate was full as you piled on his favorites.

As soon as you set his dinner down in front of him it didn’t take long for him to devour it all. He was one happy man afterward, especially once he had a full stomach and a buzz from the glasses of scotch. He definitely had you in his lap by the time the game was coming to an end, his lips were on your neck and his large hands were squeezing your hips in a possessive manner.

Rafe’s suggestion of relaxing in the jacuzzi was really him showing you how much he appreciated you by giving you the best dick a wife could ask for. The hot water splashed around the two of you as he had you bent over the side, your ass smacking against his muscled hips. “F-fuck Rafe!” You cried, french tipped nails digging into the ledge as you braced yourself from the heavy dick slamming in and out of your soaked hole.

“Take that dick, you goddamn deserve it baby.” He breathed heavily, his hand coming down to give you a firm smack on your ass. There was nothing else on his mind other than giving it to you deep and hearing those gorgeous moans. “Daddy makin’ that pussy feel good? Just how you fucking like. Huh?” He spoke behind you, his raspy voice always making your cunt flutter.

You couldn’t help but glance back, the view of your sexy husband always wanting to make you lose control. His blue eyes met yours, a smirk playing on his lips as he began speeding up his thrusts. Your mouth fell open and head dropped as he laid into you a brutal pace, the sound of splashing water and smacking filling the open air. It was the hand coming down to tilt your head back, ocean irises darker as he looked down at you. “Now I know you aren’t trying to hide from me now that you are gettin’ ready to cum. Let me see you baby, you know I can’t get enough.” His voice low, thumb dipping between your parted lips as he pounded you out.

[z3r0-c001]

i fucking hate business casual like i hate being told how to look first off but also it’s just ugly and not my style. some butch girls have a style that fits into it nicely and they look beautiful in their buttondowns but i just feel stifled by it, it’s not my every day look so i gotta find specific “work clothes” and wearing them always feels strained and unnatural. ill fuckin pack a change of clothes in my work bag if i know im doing anything after work, im lucky my workplace considers dark jeans business casual otherwise idk what i would do, i hate the feel and fit of slacks and I’m def not going to wear a skirt or dress. augh.

[burning-fcols]

「 ☆ 」 Shocked by how gently the stranger handles him, wide eyes watch as the lizard sinner begins to grow to an unbelievable size... Angel has seen his fair share since arriving in Hell, but he's never seen someone make such a DRASTIC switch. Even someone like Alastor— dapper as he may be —has this lingering creepiness about him, so it's no surprise when he switches to a more threatening appearance. However, this man went from a bumbling dork... to a massive monster that'd make the bravest demon quake like a kitten in fear.

Crossing his arms, an amused smile upturns his lips. Resting crookedly on his face as he quirks a brow, beholding the beast in all his ❛ damsel defending ❜ glory. Leaning against a nearby wall, he enjoys the... show with the unfazed demeanor of someone who is accustomed to people getting torn apart in front of him. Hell, Angel has BEEN the one ripped to shreds on occasion. Waking back up in the Vee Tower, entire body aching and stomach nauseous, but ❛ alive ❜ since he'd been slaughtered by teeth and claws and not angelic weaponry. He doesn't doubt that the group will think twice about fucking with someone when they finally respawn.

Having such a gruesome display of outrage on his behalf? It's pretty flattering... and HOT. Even if Angel knows that it's not entirely earned. His comments to the scum being torn apart were definitely more than merely hints at showing them a good time. But it's sweet that the stranger doesn't believe it and Angel doesn't plan on popping that rose-tinted bubble. Pushing away from the wall when the lizard starts to revert to his regular— yet still HUGE —size, Angel straightens himself out. Fixing his clothes, running a hand through his bangs, readjusting his chest...

Gotta look nice for his knight in bloody armor.

❝ Don' worry 'bout it, baby... I've seen plenty'a carnage down here. You ain't th' first person ta have a li'l snack in front'a me. ❞ He reassures with a wave of his hand, a free one resting on his hip. ❝ Honestly, I found it flatta'rin'... It ain't often someone gets so worked up on my behalf. 'Specially such a gentleman. ❞ Purring the last statement, Angel walks two fingers up the lizard's arm. Gazing up at the looming man through long lashes, he coyly tilts his head and says, ❝ I should be th' one apologizin', on account of you gettin' so... dirty~ ❞

Abruptly holding onto one of the stranger's large arms— as if a dame going out for a stroll with her gentleman caller —Angel pays no mind to the blood getting on him. ❝ How 'bout- you walk me home, keep me safe from all the shit-heads roamin' these streets... an' when we get ta my place, you can wash up. I'll even have yer clothes cleaned fer ya. How's that sound? ❞ 「 ☆ 」

Jerry was relieved to here angel say that. It was a daily occurrence him running into people and usually they weren't as nice and understanding as the spider was being. His grateful grin fell once he heard what those creeps had to say however. Not just them being hostile concerning his threat but just what they decided to call the demon.

He was annoyed before but that filled the blue demon with intense rage. He made the effort to lift the spider and move him back a bit as gentle as he could. "Don't move. I'll take care of this." He explained before going full beat mode. The already large man increased in size twofold. His eyes glowing intensely. His claws and teeth becoming even larger and sharper than before.

Finally he sent the group a death glare. One that would likely scare them shitless considering his appearance being what it was right now. Without a word he grabbed the hellhound by his throat. Lifting him high in the air. "You have no right to call her that you piece of shit down dirty dog." His grip on his throat tightened. Actively choking him. The poor bastard clawing to remove jerry's grip and kicking his legs in vein.

"Even if she did agree to be intimate with you." Even in his monster form jerry would not be vulgar enough to say fuck. "She clearly doesn't anymore and consent can be revoked at any time. Though I doubt she even hinted at the idea of wanting that with you. Now that I've made my point clear you all are gonna pay the consequences of your actions. I tried to warn you and you didn't listen."

He let go of his throat. Now just holding both of his arms. He pulled them in opposite directions until he literally tore the man in half. Taking his fresh corpse he dug into it with his teeth. Tearing the flesh apart and gulping it down with sweet satisfaction. Dropping his skeleton to the ground with a thud. His friends would've ran but they were frozen in fear in disbelief. The rest of them soon met the same end. A rat sinner being eaten whole.

Jerry only spitting out his tail. The last two demons were torn apart by claws and teeth. Left as bloody piles of meat which the lizard demon proceeded to scoop up and inhale. Licking his lips once he was done. Once he had calmed down enough he shrunk back to his original size. Bones and blood stains on the street as well blood on his form being the only traces of evidence from the attack. Quickly he wiped the blood off his face using his sweater sleeve. "I'm so sorry you had to see that. They made me pretty angry and well my anger is why I'm done here. Are you okay ma'am? Do you want me to walk you home or something?"

[purple-babygirl]

soft belly lovin'

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x f!reader

Summary: Reader's favourite sheriff gets insecure so she reassures him in her own way.

Word count: 1805

Warnings: includes smut, nsfw, oral (m receiving), a lil bit of deep throating, facial. 18+ content.

A/N: I love Lee Bodecker so much he's my daddy thank you bye xx.

It was when Lee refused to get his fork near his dessert for the third night on a row that she’s noticed what he was doing. The sheriff was never one to refuse a good piece of pie or a creamy slice of chocolate cake, so when he would refuse to even taste the desserts she specially made for him, claiming he was too ‘full’, she started to catch on.

“Lee, hun, you want whipped cream on yer pie?” she asked with a smile on the fourth night.

“Uh, no, I ain’t got a place in that tummy of mine, love,” Lee lied, hand rubbing over his protruding belly as he sighed, seemingly in content but actually in sadness.

“Lee.” She raised an eyebrow.

“What? I’m too full from dinner,” he continued with his lies and she wasn’t buying it.

“Okay, sheriff, What’s goin’ on with ya?” she wondered, taking a seat in front of her husband on their dining table.

Lee’s hands caressed up and down her exposed shins as her small feet rested on his thighs. He let out another sigh, not wanting to chat about his feelings. He thought it was stupid for him, a man, the mighty sheriff, to get so unconfident about his looks.

“What are ya talkin’ about? I’m fine, dollface.” Lee’s hands resumed their way from her legs and up her thighs under her skirt, trying to distract her from starting a conversation he didn’t feel like having.

“No, yer not. I know ya love nothin' more than my desserts ‘n ya eat ‘em up before I could even get a taste sometimes.” Her argument was valid. Lee did think her desserts and pastries were the best he’s ever tasted and it was like Christmas every night for him because he would eat them after, an also very delicious, dinner.

“I- Don’t ya think ‘s about time I lost some weight?” Lee mumbled insecurely, face looking down at his tummy.

“What? No! Yer perfect the way you are!” she quickly told him, his words confusing her because she couldn’t see anything but handsomeness and attractive manliness whenever she looked at Lee.

“So ya got no problem with this huge, soft belly?” he questioned, giving a sad half-smile and not believing someone like him could be described with such an adjective as ‘perfect’.

“Lee, why would I have a problem with anythin’ about yer looks? I’m in love with ya for what’s on the inside.” She poked at his chest, pouting at him.

“Really? Because my dick ‘s on the outside, sweetheart, 'n I’m pretty sure you love that too,” Lee teased, not knowing how to handle the attention the issue at hand was given.

“I do love that, but ya know what I also love so much?” She purred, slipping down from the dining table and onto Lee’s lap, straddling him and pressing her hands to his tummy.

“What?” he asked lowly, his large hands cupping hers that were rubbing over his abdomen.

“I love gettin' my face pushed to yer soft belly when I’m chokin’ on that dick I love so much.” She leaned forwards, pressing a tiny, teasing kiss to the sweet spot behind the sheriff’s ear, pushing her boobs to his chest.

“I love to rest my head on yer soft belly when you hold me after you’ve fucked me hard 'n good,” she whispered, kissing Lee's ear shell and feeling him grow hard underneath her before pulling away.

She looked Lee in the eyes, seeing their light colour start to darken with lust before pecking his lips innocently.

“I love to feel that soft belly pumpin’ on my sensitive clit when ya grind into me as we make love.” Her warm breath tickled Lee's lips as she hummed her words to him, feeling herself get wet because of the memories her own words brought to her mind.

“Fuck, yer gonna be the death of me, dollface.” Lee’s hips bucked up to the feeling of her hips moving back and forth on his hardening cock.

Pushing his lips to hers, Lee hungrily kissed her, not giving her time to keep up with him as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth the second she gasped, tasting the cherry from the pie he earlier chose to miss out on. Lee moaned at the sweetness on her tongue, holding her by the back of her neck and swallowing her little whines as she humped his clothed cock.

“I love ya, Lee. Let me show you how much,” she panted after he pulled away.

Lee let her slip out of his grip, watching as she got on her knees before the side of his chair. He twisted his body in order to face her, and her hands were immediately on the button of his pants. Lee’s own pushed her hair out of her face while her nimble fingers freed his cock from the confines of his white underwear.

He was huge and it never ceased to amaze her how he fit inside any of her holes. She moved her hand up and down his hard length, basking in the way he threw his head back, and sighed in pleasure, fingers slipping through her soft hairs.

Leaning in, she pressed a small kiss to the head of his cock, her hand keeping its steady movement. She absolutely adored Lee’s dick and she was going to make sure he knew. Her tongue flatly glided up the underside of his cock, wetting his length before she took the tip between her plump lips, sucking and droning at the taste of her husband.

“Take it in yer mouth properly, darlin’. Don’ keep yer sheriff waitin’ now,” Lee rasped, already sounding out of breath and she was planning on keeping it that way.

She surprised Lee by taking all of him down her throat all at once, small hands grasping his strong thighs as she pushed him into her hot mouth. She didn’t work herself up to it like she normally would, mainly because she couldn’t wait to choke of Lee’s dick. She’s taken him enough times to not gag when the head poked at the inside of her warm throat, but with a girth like Lee’s, she couldn’t avoid the little reflexes that made her eyes water.

“Oh fuck! that's it! Take it, baby. Jus' like that.” Lee cursed at the sudden pleasure, closing his eyes and slipping his hands further through her hair, holding the back of her head tightly by it.

She slowly bobbed her head up and down his shaft, kitten licking at his slit every time she got to the tip. Her sheriff tasted so good, his precum leaving a yummy tang in the back of her throat. Lee’s cock was hot, heavy and hard for her and it made her close her legs and rub her thighs together. She moved her head a little faster, savoring the flavor and weight of Lee on her tongue.

Not paying attention to the tears pouring down the corners of her eyes and the spit covering her chin, she sucked harder. Lee couldn’t help but hold her face to his soft stomach when she reached the base of him yet again, hearing her tiny chokes and feeling her spittle trickle down his own skin.

With her nose pushed to the soft flesh, she gazed up at Lee to gauge his reaction and his face made her pussy pool in her silk panties while she tried her best to breathe through her nose. Lee’s head was thrown back, lips slightly parted, eyebrows furrowed as he focused on the pleasure. And when his eyes slightly opened to look down at her, she thought she might cum untouched. Lee licked his dry lips, the blue of his eyes was completely dark now.

"Damn, look at ya, darlin’." Lee’s breath was shaky, his thumbs caressing her hollowed-out cheeks as he held her face up to take a good look at her, biting down on his lower lip, "so beautiful like this.”

He pulled out of her throat to let her breath, and she gasped for the much-needed oxygen. She felt like she was drowning but couldn’t care less. And maybe she was drowning, in the love she had for Lee. She also hoped she’d be drowning in his cum soon if she kept up the good work.

When she thought she’s had enough air, she put her mouth on Lee’s shaft again, easily sliding it back down her wet windpipe. The groan that left Lee’s lips made her clit throb.

“Ya look so pretty takin’ my cock like the perfect little wife ya are.”

Her heart swelled at the compliment and it made her suck harder, hollow her cheeks out more, bob her head faster, and hum around Lee unashamedly as more drops of precum trickled down the back of her tongue.

“That's it, sweetheart. Oh, you're such a good good wife. Always so good to me." She wanted to smile when she received Lee’s approval, knowing she was sucking him off so well he was floating, but she focused her energy on giving him a mind-blowing orgasm, ignoring her aching jaw.

“Fuck, gonna cum, darlin’, gonna cum all over that pretty face.” Lee’s hands tugged harder at her hair as his moans and praises gained volume.

He pulled her mouth off of him by her hair and started jerking himself off before he got too close, desperately chasing the orgasm she's put within his reach. The lewd sounds his hand made on his own dick, wet and slippery with her saliva, made her blush in pride. She didn't take notice of the slight pain in her knees while she waited obediently, excited for his hot cum to cover her red, tear-stained face. Lee’s fixed stare at her flushed face made her squirm and rub her thighs together harder. She was so wet just from having him in her mouth. The things that man did to her.

“Come’ere, dollface. Take yer sheriff's cum,” Lee moaned for her and she immediately neared her face to his pulsing dick. A second later, she was covered in her favourite facial, closing her eyes in bliss as the white ribbons of cum stained her skin.

She licked her lips, catching a drop that was by the corner of her mouth before swiping her finger over her left eye to get the cum that got stuck in her eyelashes. She slipped her index in her mouth, sucking it clean while she made eye contact with a heaving Lee.

“What’dya say about ma tummy rubbin’ on yer little clit, baby?” Lee breathed, more than ready to return the favor as his dick twitched in reaction to the sight of her licking his cum off of her face, hardening again.

[rynwritesstuff]

Yay I’m so glad you’re here!!! I read the HC’s for dad!Clyde and melted into a puddle and was wondering if you could write a lil something SPICY with him? Being such a good dad like that can’t NOT turn you on!!!

💖💖

Thank u, already have LOVED what you’ve put out!!

Oh my gosh, right!? Dad!Clyde is one of my faves, he's just so CUDDLY and SUPPORTIVE and PERFECT. I love that man so much.

I gotchu ;) I made this a little spicy and a little sweet, because you know that's how our boy is!

Pregnancy Sex + Clyde Logan

NSFW: PIV sex, Creampie/Unprotected sex, Slight breeding kink on Clyde's part

Warnings: Pregnant!Reader, Mentions of weight gain (in a positive light!)

"Darlin'?" Clyde calls when he gets home from work. You're on him moments later, coming downstairs wearing . . . Well, nothing. His eyes widen, and he hurries to close and lock the door behind him.

"Why, hello there, pretty lady," he says, cock twitching in his jeans.

You hum, walking up to him, your bare feet padding on the wooden floor.

"Hey, handsome," you say, tugging him down by his collar so that you can kiss him. "C'mere, I missed you."

He puts his hand on your hip, feeling your soft curves and smooth skin. Stretch marks run across your swollen stomach, and he traces a few of them with his fingers. He loves them.

"Yeah?" he asks, smiling against your lips as you pull him towards the stairs. "I couldn't tell, t'be honest with ya."

You smack his chest lightly as the two of you laugh.

"Come upstairs, babe," you say. "I need you. Like, right the fuck now."

Clyde pushes his hand between your legs gently.

He grunts softly, pulling his hand away so that you can turn around and head upstairs.

"Goddamn, darlin'. You're soaked."

"Mm, only for you," you say, laughing as you reach the bedroom. Clyde's undone his belt by the time he reaches the room, and he tosses it to the floor. He goes to unbutton his shirt, but you move his hand out of the way and do it yourself. You push that off, then tug at his undershirt.

His bare chest is revealed to you, and you run your hands over his skin. He's gained some "sympathy" weight since you got pregnant, but you don't mind it one bit. It only makes him more handsome in your eyes.

You undo his pants, and he pushes his jeans down along with his underwear. He steps out of them, then leans forward to kiss you again. You take his throbbing cock into your hand, stroking him slowly.

He sighs against your lips.

"Babygirl," he hums. "I need ya."

You nod, then lie back on the bed.

"Split me open, baby," you say, spreading your legs for him. "I need it so fuckin' bad."

So, your husband lines himself up with your entrance, and thrusts into you quickly. You groan, your head falling back, and you grip his biceps.

"Goddamn!" you yell, eyebrows knitted together as he begins to roll his hips.

He's huge, both long and thick, and fuck, you're lucky. So, so incredibly lucky to have him.

Clyde rubs your clit with the pad of his thumb as he fucks you, and you feel yourself getting close embarrassingly fast. Your breasts are bouncing, and the bed is creaking, and your man is making the most attractive sounds you've ever heard . . .

Clyde looks at your belly, observing how big and swollen you've become. He did that to you. He fucked you so hard, and came so much, that you got nice and pregnant.

"Mmph!" he moans. "'M gettin' close, darlin'."

You nod.

"Mm, me too!"

You're rubbing tight circles around your clit, now, and your cunt begins to spasm. He feels it, and grips your hip desperately as he chases his release.

He yells your name when he finally cums, and this sends you right over the edge as well. You moan, tugging at his hair with your free hand as you rub your engorged clit.

"Clyde!" you sigh. "Oh, fuck! Baby!"

His chest is heaving as he slows his thrusts and pulls out carefully. He watches his cum drip out of your pretty pussy, then gently fingers it back inside of you. You hum as he then lies down beside you.

You cuddle into his broad, strong chest.

"You're sweet," you whisper, kissing his throat. "I really like you, you know that?"

He laughs, glancing down at the ring on your finger.

He takes your hand.

"I'd certainly hope so, darlin'."

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[scrivellc]

The smile on his face when he saw her was a genuine one, and he allowed himself to enjoy the feeling. After all, it wasn't like there was anyone else here besides the two of them. Orin could have a small moment of actually letting himself be a little soft around his girlfriend, for a minute at least. But as she turned to face him, he shifted his expression to something a bit less warm and fond though he did keep the smile. Just as quickly as she'd put his hands on him, he wrapped his arms around her waist. Perhaps, in an attempt to be comforting though it was also a possessive embrace as he held her to him.

"Promised I'd be quick, and I keep my word," Orin replied, taking her up on that kiss before answering her question. His thought traveled for a moment to just what exactly he'd been invited here for and all the things they could do since they were alone...but he managed some restraint, pulling out of the kiss though he did let his hands slide a little lower. There were plenty of ways to comfort a girl, he simply had to pick one, and he was sure he had time. "I missed ya plenty. It's my job to miss ya."

He gave her a quick squeeze before looking up over her to the plant that resided in the far corner of the store. "Well damn," he said as his eyes grew wide. His hold on her loosened as he stepped closer to the plant, maneuvering around a few overgrown vines. "That thing's gettin' huge, Audrey. You must be feeding it all your meals. Always wondered how you kept yourself so damn skinny."

It had been quite some time since he'd bothered to do more than glance into the shop, and in that time that weird, pathetic, sprout had really grown into something impressive. He hardly could believe his ditz of a girlfriend was capable of cultivating something so impressive. Placing his hands on his hips, he leaned forward, getting a better look at it. "It's like some kinda freak avocado. I thought we'd be alone, but this thing's bigger than you are. I think it counts as a coworker."

In the moments of waiting, pacing, uselessly shifting inventory and wringing her hands, Audrey felt strangely that she was waiting for the first guest at a party to arrive. Like a good hostess, she was making the rounds, ensuring that everything was ready and looked nice (as if Orin was going to care) — deposit stored, floor swept, shades drawn, counter cleared, axe tucked beneath that counter...

The movement of the plant kept startling her. Now that it had revealed just how very capable of movement it was, it didn't seem keen to pretend otherwise for her comfort. "Twoey, please, I can't focus when ya—" The roar of the motorcycle interrupted her thought, and after a frozen instant of recognition, she scurried over to the plant, rubbing its pod and whispering urgently to it, "You gotta keep still, and keep quiet. We only get one shot at him."

"Or one swing," teased the plant, and Audrey didn't want to know how it sensed the presence of the axe without being told, without eyes to see it. A shiver ran down her spine as a vine slithered against her leg, but obediently Twoey curled up into its pot and reclined its pod in an upright lean against the wall. Audrey refocused.

When Orin opened the door, Audrey was nudging a planter in the windowsill this way and that, as if with great deliberation on its placement, and she tried to look more pleased than terrified at his presence. "You made it, and so fast!" In no time she was there, sliding her hands underneath his open jacket, over his chest, in the hopes that a distracting touch could keep him from noticing her nerves, or could at least plausibly attribute them to the thrill she might feel inviting him to a clandestine encounter in the shop. "Guess you missed me too, huh? Thanks for comin', Doctor." And she leaned in for a kiss.