#st is about putting characters in outfits. dress up dolls

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bitches know they can't catch me (Vroom, vroom) cute, sexy and my ride's sporty

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I LUV UR ACC THEME SO MUCH!!💗🎀

I was wondering if you could do tadc x piano player 😋🙏 maybe morute too? plays a lot of songs by people like Bambi Baker, Cosy St. Jean, and Nicole Dollanganger:3 (totally not projecting…)

Erm I’m a gay bitch so pref femme characters pleaseeee🕷️

♡ ๋࣭ ⭑PERVERTED ₊˚⊹♡

۶ৎ POMNI, RAGATHA AND GANGLE X MORUTE READER ۶ৎ

ᶻz Notes: Hey boo! Ty for the compliment <3 only did for these three because i hc zooble as non binary, so i did the canon girls 🫦 kind of short because im in a hurry to go study 😭😭😭 i apologize dearly.

♡ Type: Romantic, Fluff, Headcanons.

๋࣭ ⭑Song: Perverted - Elita

۶♡ৎ RAGATHA ๋࣭ ⭑

۶ৎ Ragatha is a optimistic person, so she would naturally try to compliment any hobbie you have, doesn't matter how strange or creepy it is, expect lots of compliments directed at your playing piano hobbie.

۶ৎ She would find your style a little bit disconcerting cuz of the "creepy" vibe it gives, but she deals with it for you <3 however... its kind of hard for her to compliment it sometimes, but she tries!

۶ৎ Ragatha LOVES when you play your piano, can be for her or not she would appreciate how you play it, would probably fall in love with you again in moments like these, Ragatha is a hopeless romantic bro.

۶ৎ Finds your musical taste... unique, for lack of a better word, she doesn't really identifies with it but would try to listen to you rambling about them so she could try and discuss with you about it. (she secretly find the lyrics or the music's beat creepy sometimes...)

۶ৎ If you offer to do her outfit and makeup she would hesitate to accept at first, but how can she say no to you looking at her like a dramatic puppy? she eventually gives in. (omg morute Ragatha 🫦)

۶ৎ Play some of her favorite musics and she will go ballistic (in a positive way) she would be so happy that Ragatha will probably dance while you play <3

۶ৎ Is really fond of the idea of asking you to teach it but would go against it since she doesn't think she would be very talented.

۶ৎ Overall: shes kind of "scared" but supportive!

"You look so cute today honey!"

﹏ GANGLE ꒰͡ ͜ ı ͜ ͡꒱

๋࣭ ⭑ Oh my stars.

๋࣭ ⭑ She absolutely adores you and your style, i headcanon Gangle to be an art person so she really likes your hobby, so im allowed to say for you to expect her complimenting EVERYTHING about you when she is with her happy mask, but when she is with the sad one Gangle will be more shy about it </3

๋࣭ ⭑ Kinda like Ragatha's reaction when you're playing the piano, only difference is that she would probably sometimes drift to sleep when you play it, she finds it soothing.

๋࣭ ⭑So yeah, Gangle would probably ask you to play your piano when she cant catch a glimpse of sleep, just play anything, she doesn't really care what you play, she just enjoys seeing you play and have fun with your instrument.

๋࣭ ⭑I think she would be more fond of your style than Ragatha would be and more comfortable when complimenting it, she would straight up say you look like a living doll.

๋࣭ ⭑Gangle would continue to curse her own digital body out because she wouldn't be able to let you dress her in your style (Frustrated Gangle screeching.mp4) but will be happy if you put a little ribbon on her mask.

๋࣭ ⭑She would want you to teach her how to play piano, i dont make the rules (i do) so she could play for you<333 imagine you two playing together your favorite songs.

๋࣭ ⭑ Supportive and loving 🫶🏼😭

"I really love you and your unique traits..."

・❥・POMNI ✮⋆˙

♡ Probably the most nervous and shy of them all, is really supportive but has way more trouble showing it than the other two, even if she doesn't really identify to your style of clothing.

♡ Finds your musical taste peculiarly peaceful, i feel like she would occasionally ask you to play it for her, probably would like Bambi Baker more.

♡ Really applauds your ability to play the piano since she knows that the average person takes 7 years to learn so you have to put alot of effort and patience into it and it honestly makes you more attractive to her how you have such a beautiful hobby.

♡ She doesn't really like the idea of you dressing her but Pomni says yes anyways when you ask her to please you (people pleaser) and then would continue to not dislike it when your done dressing her.

♡ Wouldnt have the patience to learn the piano 😭 sorry gurl but she would almost smash the piano in the 7th try due to nervousness 😔🙏🏼

♡ Pomni could listen to you rambling about your favorite singers but her short attention spam would not allow it 😿

“H-hey nice... um... hair?”

[ladybugkisses]

May we please know more about Eleanor? I'm quite curious!

you may!

🦋 the main inspirations for her character consisted of Flapper Fanny Says, La Vie Parisienne magazine covers and.. ...♦️ this song ♦️

🦋 i don't know why but she sounds like Paige O'Hara in my head, with a hint of a southern accent (that goes up to 100% only in certain scenarios)

🦋 after being kicked out and wandering around for a couple months, she eventually arrived in St. Louis and was taken in by a tailor (that i've actually ♦️ named ♦️ before) until she could find her bearings. his boyfriend business partner gave her the job at the boutique!

🦋 currently in her late 20s, slutty and proud- focuses on men but isn't at all opposed to getting with women. not interested in romance, nobody's allowed in her apartment for longer than one night lmao

🦋 despite not being interested in romance for herself, she does love reading about it, listening to love songs, seeing others be in love, etc- and she'll give you great advice on the topic! Rocky and Ari are simultaneously her favorite and most frustrating real life romcom at the moment gdskgds

🦋 her favorite flowers are magnolias

🦋 loves jewelry, designing hats and dressing herself and other people up, always bugging Ari to let her put makeup on or style her hair- she's the one who picked her outfit for ♦️ that one night ♦️ (and as you can see she only allowed a few accessories 🙄 maybe on her wedding day she'll let her doll her up more... ..)

🦋 she's really nosy and can read people so well it's a little scary, but whatever secrets you might have are safe with her! not very appreciative if you try being nosy right back though..

🦋 that friend who's always optimistic and seems to know you like the back of her hand, until you sit down and realize you don't actually know her that well

🦋 ...SPEAKING OF HANDS, hers are never still- unless they're posed somewhere or holding something she's always fidgeting with her jewelry, hair, whatever they can comfortably reach

🦋 and speaking of friends, she became good friends with Zib, Mitzi and most of the band after becoming a Lackadaisy regular somewhere in 1923! unfortunately she hasn't been visiting as much since Atlas' death

🦋 used to do choir and has a nice singing voice that nobody ever must know about

🦋 catholic guilt still eats at her insides sometimes

🦋 other songs i associate with her are The Crane Wives' "Never Love an Anchor" and Dirt Poor Robins' "Enchanté"

🦋 every kid deserves a fun, bougie aunt and she's gonna take that role once Rocky and Ari have kids so help her God

i might've gotten a bit carried away but you have no idea how much i've wanted to share more about her gdskgds thank you for asking!! i hope these are a good read :'^) 💕🩷💕

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Title: At the Precipice (The Rot AU)

Fandom: The Owl House

Rating: G (briefly mentioned and implied character deaths)

Word count: 2464

Characters: various

Summary:

On the Isles plagued with the Rot fourteen-year old Darius spends his morning battling with anxiety and worrying about his relationship with his father, until the routine is interrupted by the arrival of an unusual visitor.

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In the dream he was running from the Rot. The putrid grayish-green waves threatened to choke out the whole world. He ran until he stumbled and fell to his knees, wheezing. And that’s when the Emperor appeared, the golden cloak billowing in the wind, the mask bright and cold. Radiant light swirled around the jagged staff, and even the Rot retreated before its purifying glory.

Relief washed over the boy, but then the Emperor turned round to face him. Pinkish flood was running down the mask from the empty eye sockets, like tears or blood…

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Darius woke up in his bed, gasping for air, pressing his hands to his chest. The pale morning light fell through the narrow windows of his room. At the foot of his bed the palismen stirred and murmured. A peahen and a horned crayfish he’d been fostering at Daddy’s insistence. Darius gently swung his feet to the floor, careful not to disturb them any more. He tried to steady his breath.

“A bad dream,” he whispered apologetically to the critters.

He slid his feet under the purple carpet and wiggled his toes. The anxiety was building up. He slid his feet out.

From the heavy dressing table near the bed the new doll stared at him with dead green eyes. Another present from his father. Darius sighed. He had heaps of toys, all kinds of them: cloth and plush, wooden and ceramic, many of them custom-made... most of them purple creatures with blank green eyes. On the shelves and on the windowsills, on the chair and on the dressing table. Rows and rows and rows of them, threatening to take over his small room.

Darius hesitated, then reached for his scroll. Another village on the Southern Condyle had to be evacuated because of the Rot. No fatalities. A band of robber wild witches attacked a military outpost near Bonesborough. A convoy was looted. The restorations of St. Epiderm’s facade were going on well.

Darius patted the palismen on their heads and opened the chat for the Hexside drama club that Raine had recommended to him – the kids were nice, and chatting with them was always fun. Smiling a little, he reread their conversations from previous days. But this morning nobody seemed to be awake just yet.

He put away the scroll.

Careful not to step on the toys that didn’t fit on the shelves or anywhere else in the room, he prepared water and some fruit for the palismen. He wasn’t sure whether the creatures actually needed the food, but they seemed to enjoy playing with it. Their bowls were purple, of course.

He went through the motions of his morning routine. Today was his free day, and he had no classes or training, and so he could take his time.

He carefully chose the outfit for the day. Nothing flashy, but, after studying his reflection in the mirror, he decided he looked good. The frame of the mirror was purple too.

He applied one of the fashionable liquid concealment stones – the product of a rare frivolous collaboration between the Healing and the Illusion Covens – to dye his hair. Now his locs were almost the same colour as his eyes. Cool. He used the stones often, and the effect was always striking.

He whistled while making his bed. The bedclothes, the silken pillows, the quilt – everything was purple. Daddy had assured him over and over again that he could choose any colour he liked, but Darius could tell what Daddy really expected him to pick. But it’s not a big deal, not really.

After saying goodbye to the palismen Darius left his room.

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The corridors of the Castle were quiet at this time of the morning, and when you looked out of the tall narrow windows you couldn’t see the Rot anywhere. Darius paused briefly, imagining the Golden Guard, in full regalia, saving the common folk and vanquishing the Emperor’s enemies. What would it feel like to be out there? It was foolish to daydream about it, of course. The Rot was not fodder for picture-book adventures. Darius felt the anxiety returning.

He strolled slowly down the corridor, nodding to the passing servants. Should he go and watch scouts train in the yard? The day already loomed ahead empty and purposeless.

The ping of his scroll. A new message from Raine! Darius couldn’t hide his smile. Unlike Daddy or the tutors, Raine always seemed to know what would cheer him up.

He opened the message.

“Good morning, Darius. How are you doing? Busy training?”

“No,” he typed out honestly. “Today’s my free day. Every third day is. Don’t really know what I want to do today,” he couldn’t resist the urge to complain.

They replied almost immediately: “Oh. Then, maybe you could help me out? ^o^” A cat face emoji? Seriously? They really type like an old person.

“Can you look for ‘Music of the early Savage Ages: Concepts and Classifications’ in the Castle’s library? I’ve heard it should be among some of the oldest collections. I can explain some spells from the book to you later.”

Darius considered it. He supposed the book would be in a very remote and, strictly speaking, forbidden section of the Old Library… but he had nothing better to do. “Sure, I can try.”

“Thank you so much! Oh, and you’ll probably find some fascinating works about the Empire’s early history in the same collection. I think they might interest you.” Another cat emoji. Darius rolled his eyes and immediately felt guilty: Raine seems so lonely…

Perhaps he shouldn’t trust them so easily – he still didn’t know them very well after all – but they seemed harmless. He even briefly wondered whether one day he’d be able to visit them… wherever they lived… and maybe they could tutor him in bard magic. Just another daydream. Daddy had made it very clear that these days it was far too dangerous for children to travel because of the Rot and the wild witches.

Still, after this brief exchange with Raine he felt less anxious.

Murmuring his favourite song from the 'Ride the Gryphon' musical, he took the stairs down to Daddy’s study room. ‘The cozy office’ Darius used to call it when he was younger. Unlike the other offices around the Castle or the oppressive Throne Room, ‘the cozy office’ was sunny and comfortably cluttered. There his daddy did paperwork and sometimes accepted visitors with petitions.

The guards stationed at the door let Darius in at once.

“Good morning,” Darius muttered awkwardly. “I hope I don’t interrupt...”

Daddy smiled at him from the messy desk. “Darius! Up so early? You truly are your father’s son,” Daddy laughed at his own ‘joke’. Embarrassing. “Come, give your dad a kiss.”

Tips of his ears twitching, Darius dragged his feet over to the desk. He was fourteen, almost a witch grown, and yet his father didn’t seem to realize it. Darius allowed himself to be babied, and only rolled his eyes a little. Not like his father ever noticed.

From beside Daddy’s elbow his palisman chirped his greeting. He was very old and cracked all over, and he couldn’t really fly anymore, only flutter a little, so he spent most of the time resting on the pillows that Daddy hand-sewed for him. Darius patted the bird on the head. The palisman was made for their family generations ago, Daddy had told Darius, and deserved to rest and enjoy the comfort.

“So, Darius,” Daddy returned to his work, signing and stamping papers, but his eyes were still smiling. “How is your morning? Did you eat breakfast?”

“I’ll eat later.” Darius settled onto a bench by the side of the desk. “You know I never feel hungry early in the morning,” he reminded his father.

“Hmmm,” Daddy hummed. Already immersed in the paperwork.

“The palismen are doing well,” Darius added, trying to get more attention. He used to love to just sit and watch his father work, and help where he could, and talk. Perhaps today Daddy would have time to eat breakfast or dinner together? Or maybe he would tell Darius one of the stories about his glorious younger days. Darius loved those stories, even though sometimes they made his father sad. The story he loved the most was the funny one about the time Daddy had participated in a sports competition. Darius loved it even more than the heroic tale about the slaying of the great basilisk. Perhaps today he will tell it again… but Daddy continued working, nodding to himself and petting his palisman from time to time.

Darius frowned. He was getting jittery again. “Maybe I’ll go to the library today,” he said. It felt awkward, talking to his father like this when he clearly didn’t have time for Darius. “But only if it’s alright with you…”

Daddy looked up from the document he’d been reading. “Of course you can go. Just be careful. And, please, stop being so apologetic. You have to become more confident.”

“Of course, Daddy.” Of course. A true Golden Guard wouldn’t constantly falter and hesitate. “Can we, maybe, go together?”

Daddy’s eyes – their colour the only feature he shared with Darius – softened. “I’m sorry, Darius. I am very busy... as is usual with me...” he chuckled. “I know, I know... But the Rot is spreading rapidly in the South...” Daddy shook his head. “But don’t you worry! We’ll find a way to stop it, as we always do!”

“Of course, I understand.” Darius felt something, not just the usual anxiety or fear, flutter inside his chest – Daddy looked very sad, almost forlorn. He looks old. Darius felt sorry for him.

Daddy shuffled some papers, examined one of them more closely, then sighed and rubbed his tired eyes. “Lilith Clawthorne’s passing had affected me too, I guess,” he muttered. “I didn’t expect that.”

Darius looked down at his feet. What could he say? The apprehension was growing, and it was tiring. Darius pressed his hands to his chest. But Daddy was constantly worried too. Daddy is sad all the time.

Darius shuffled his feet. “I… I’ve made a new spell!” More confident. More Golden Guard-y. “I’ve created it all by myself… well, um, with only a little help from the guys from this chat…” Actually, Raine had given him some tips, but they had insisted that he shouldn’t even mention them.

“Really?” Daddy’s face brightened, his eyes lit up. He pushed his quill aside. Now he looked excited, almost like a little kid. “Show me!”

Darius stood up and straightened his shoulders. A withered goosebump plant was living out its last days on the corner of the desk. Darius pointed at it and whistled while drawing a spell circle with his finger. A familiar deep hum resonated inside his chest, as always happened when he performed complicated spells. The plant responded, its branches spreading and dancing. Invigorated by the tune.

“Ah, a bard spell…”

Darius’s hand froze. The spell faltered. Daddy’s mouth was a thin, stubborn line. His eyes were hard. Disappointed.

Darius lowered his hand. There’s no point. He knew what would follow.

Daddy blinked, catching himself. “Oh. Oh, no, baby!” he hurriedly got up from the desk. “Of course every magic is good! Great, even! Darius!”

Here he goes again. Daddy roughly drew Darius to himself and peppered his temples with quick, smothering kisses.

“My son is so talented! You are wonderful, my baby, it’s your Daddy who is too old-fashioned… But I’m unlearning it!” Daddy laughed nervously. “You know how back in my day the bard magic was considered weak? That's all it is!”

His palisman squawked angrily.

Darius supposed he should expect a new toy very soon. That’s how it always went with his father: first disappointment, then guilt, then suffocating affection and meaningless presents.

“But you’re doing so great!” Daddy had gone red in the face trying to convince himself.

“It’s okay, Daddy,” Darius pulled away from him. “Really. It’s nothing.”

But Daddy wasn’t listening... Then his ears flicked, and suddenly his eyes were sharp. He motioned: Silence.

Darius listened. Sounds of a commotion outside. Shouts?

With a sharp motion of his hand Daddy signaled for Darius to stay back by the wall.

The mechanical staff – tall and imposing, all sharp edges – was already in Daddy’s hand. He put the mask on. Darius hated the mask. Gone was Daddy, and only the Emperor remained. Sharp-witted and coldly playful, the golden feathers of his cloak shining like wyvern scales.

Darius straightened up too, like he was taught to stand at court – still and alert.

“Your Grace!” a red-faced guard opened the door. Someone shouted something from behind him in a language Darius didn’t recognize. “This old woman is causing trouble!”

“Let me through! Let me in!” An elderly woman barged into the study, her walking cane clacking on the stone floor. She was older than Darius’s tutors, probably as old as Raine, and had a bandage covering her left arm. She breathed heavily, as if she was very tired.

“Are you the ruler of this place?” she demanded, adjusting her thick glasses with her free hand.

“A human?” Daddy muttered. Darius stared – yes, the ears! A human on the Boiling Isles? His breath caught. What does it mean?

“Leave us!” the Emperor barked, and the guards bowed and scurried away.

“Yes, I am the Emperor of this Realm. Now. How did a human get here?”

Darius felt an unusual sort of pressure building up in the room.

The woman frowned, “Emperor... You are the one they call Hunter, yes?” She swayed a little, leaning heavily on her cane.

Something strange then happened. Daddy turned away from the woman and leaned his arms on the desk. Like… like he didn’t know what to do or what to say. Like he couldn’t face the woman? Then he tore off the mask. But he almost never exposed his face in front of strangers!

Darius felt something bigger than fear creeping up his spine. He saw that Daddy’s magenta eyes had darkened to an almost amaranth colour.

“Afraid,” someone said. Something soft and heavy bumped into Darius’s shoulder. “He is afraid.” Darius looked and saw that Flapjack had fluttered his way onto his shoulder. Darius cupped him into his hands. The pressure was building up.

The Emperor drew himself up and turned back to the woman.

“Hunter… haven’t heard that name in a long while…” he mused. “How do you know it, human?”

The threat in his voice was obvious, but the woman didn’t react, as if she hadn’t heard him at all. Dread, Darius felt dread.

“My name is Camila Noceda,” the woman said. “I came here searching for my daughter. I’ve been searching for over twenty years, and now I am going to get my answers.”

[red-writes]

But he's so controlling...

characters: itadori, megumi, yuuta. 

summ: what they're like as overly controlling/possessive bfs

heads up! this has: unhealthy relationship dynamics, toxic behaviors, controlling/possessive behaviors, mentions of manipulation.  (also unedited)

red’s 📝: mkay so,,,toxic boys are only good in fiction y'all remember that! but since this is fiction let’s bow our heads and thirst together amen. I think im gonna make a pt.2 with other characters but should I make an nsfw version of this? lmk 

☺ itadori yuuji ☺

So fucking two-faced this one. In front of friends, family, people who don't even know you, Yuuji looks like the perfect boyfriend. You don't pay for a thing when you go out, he holds doors open, pulls out your chair, let's you wear his jacket in 40 degree weather when you forgot yours at home. He’s presented as so perfect you can't tell if he's purposely putting on an act when around other people. Because when it's just you two, his personality takes a complete 180. Yuuji has the password to all of your social media accounts and the password to your phone. He says that your relationship has no secrets but you don't have the password to any of his socials or his phone. You're forced to be 100% transparent but he gets to have his privacy. No one notices whenever you’re in public, too blinded by his gorgeous aura or something but when you're in public his hand remains locked in yours. He doesn't let you talk to other people unless he's there. It doesn't matter who it is either. 

“Oh Yuuji! There's Megumi can we please please go talk to him? I wanna ask him about how he's healing from his wounds, can we? please?” 

“Already spoke to him over the phone, he's doing just fine”

“But yuuji..please”

“You seem eager to want to talk to him”

“n-nevermind”

He always has a hand on you somewhere when you're together. Hand, on waist, lower back, anywhere. He just needs to feel you there next to him at all times, like you’re a show dog or something, meant to sit, stay and obey. Itadori doesn't permit outings without him unless he has at least a week advanced notice and he knows where you're going and with who. Getting a night away from him is extremely rare because most of the time he tells you that you can't go and disappointedly you text your friends you can't come. When you are given a green light for once, he makes you try on different outfits for him so he can pick whatever he deems appropriate for the occasion. Going to a club with your girl friends and everyone is gonna be wearing dresses? Not you, you’ll be wearing jeans and a t-shirt (his btw). Even if you wanted to leave he wouldn't let you. You tell him you're finally done with being controlled and being treated like a fucking pet or a child and he merely pretends not to hear you, saying something about you needing to calm down and take a seat next to him, to let him help you calm down because clearly you're just stressed from work/school. It always works, itadori knows many many ways to help you destress. Most of which leave you with no thoughts in your head and cum dripping down from between your thighs as you try and remember why you were even angry to begin with. 

☹ fusiguro megumi ☹

Megumi definitely entered this relationship with you with the same tendencies he has now. But when you're so in love with a person, you can hardly think about the small red flags you see along the way. You first noticed it as you were getting ready to go out with your friends. You spent hours dolling yourself up to have a well-deserved night on the town with your girls only to have Megumi enter your shared apartment with a scowl on his face. He knew weeks in advance about your outing (because you had to tell him these things early) but that didn't mean he agreed to you looking like that and going somewhere without him. Megumi gets..a bit mean when he wants to convince you to stay home instead of going out. He’ll tell you things that bring down your confidence so that in the best case scenario you stay home but in the worst case you change your outfit to something less revealing and still go out. He knows just what to say too that's what makes it so much crueler. 

“Don't you think that dress pronounces your stomach a bit too much? I mean, I’m only saying this because I know how big of an insecurity it is for you and I don't want you to be uncomfortable outside..especially since you're going out to eat right? you’ll bloat..remember?”

“You sure that you’re okay with that makeup look? What's wrong with it? Well...I guess if you don't notice then it’s fine...”

He has this uncanny ability to break you apart completely and make you feel so naked and exposed. All your confidence that you felt moments prior to him coming home completely vanishes and most of the time his tactics work...but Megumi’s cruelty doesn't stop there. There have been times (very rare times) when you've gone to parties together where if he sees a guy approach you to ask you for your number or relationship status he’ll immediately decide he wants to leave, grabbing you up in front of friends and people you know. It’s so embarrassing to have your boyfriend pull on your arm and drag you out the door like a misbehaving dog that didn't listen to their owner and roll over. If you ever do try confronting Megumi expect to be gaslit! He doesn't like admitting when he's wrong nevertheless doing something wrong. He is so good at lying to you. He makes complex lies that you can't see through to explain why he's doing all the things he's doing. If you threaten ending the relationship he’ll let you. He’ll allow you to leave and storm off in anger, finally fed up with his antics. But he knows you’ll be back and he's right, days later you’re at your shared apartment again telling him you thought over everything and that you’re sorry for overreacting. But Megumi forgives you every time, you're his girl after all. 

☹ Yuta Okkotsu ☹

Yuta is very jealous. His insecurities are born from feelings of being lackluster in comparison to you and he feels like there are many many better options than himself out there but he's not willing to give you up. He wants you to understand that and that's why the two of you get into screaming matches about you not unlocking your phone or allowing him to snoop through it whenever. You say it’s a breach of privacy, that he needs to trust you but he doesn't feel the same. He always wins in the end. Snatching the unlocked phone from you and with greedy eyes looking through everything. If he ends up finding nothing, he’ll either call you a liar and a cheater saying you probably deleted the messages or he’ll get on his knees and beg you for forgiveness which usually entails his face between your thighs for hours until you’re trembling but it all depends on how badly his insecurities are eating him up at the moment. He doesn't let you go anywhere unless you’re with him and if you so much as look at another he gets sulky, pouty and won't talk to you. You’ll be spending the rest of your night desperately trying to get your boyfriend to talk to you instead of having fun. 

“Yuuta, please, babe what's wrong? did something happen?”

“I can't fix what I did wrong unless you tell me what I did..”

This relationship is 70-30. You give 70% because of all of the emotional labor it takes to deal with this man. When he gets jealous he becomes a child that you have to dote on because he can't seem to just ever be an adult and tell you how he feels. Don't call him out on it though because it’ll just start another headache-inducing argument where he cries, sobbing actual tears because he just “loves you so much and wants you to want him as much as he wants you.” He guilt trips you into believing that you make him feel unloved and that's why he does this all because you don't truly love him. The guilt-tripping always works, his tears always work and it leaves you sticking by his side, petting his hair and drying his tears promising to make him feel more loved in the relationship. If you do ever try leaving, expect a spectacle. Loud cries, wailing, falling to the floor at your feet in a pathetic display to keep you around. It works most of the time. But sometimes you do try and walk away but he doesn't let you. He’ll stand in front of the door, preventing you from leaving. You threaten to call the cops in these situations and he tells you being arrested and thrown in jail would be better than you leaving him which always ends up breaking you down. I mean, he'd rather be in jail than lose you? sounds like true love...you think

[taybatwo2]

Pictures of my Shadow High’s/Rainbow Vision’s Mara Pickett. I picked her and Sabrina St. Cloud up at my local Walmart (they only had the pink girls from the Rainbow Vision bands) as belated birthday present to myself. More info about Mara Pickett under the cut, I’ll cover Sabrina next week.

I actually wasn’t completely sold on either of these girls at first, but after I washed out her hair product, wiped off all of Mara’s blush because it was covering a good section of her right chin/cheek/nose, redressed her (the all black outfit I have her in really helped tone down all the really bright 80’s Barbie pink she had on -which is also cute, but wasn’t my favorite on her- but I have a feeling all this black will stain her) and put her hair in pigtails (thank you to the person on Instagram that did that first), I really fell in love with her and give her a good 8/10, but she’s slowly inching up my list. Some details: I really like the cat mascot patches (like, look at how detailed these guys are) and even her cat-ear hat with the peg (I like that it will stay on her head and I can easily pop it off or on), even if no one else seems to like the peg hats.

My Mara does have side glancing eyes (or was wonky enough to make it look like she is side-eyeing) and I find it really endearing on her. She has Margot de Pearla’s face mold, and I think she wears it well. I also really like the fantasy colors that Shadow High is producing. I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but there are so many realistic colored dolls, let me have these techno-colored weirdos. Although, I would like for Shadow High to point out why their students were all black and white and then rainbow skinned (I saw someone’s head-cannon -on Reddit?- that freshmen start out as black and white and earn their “colors,” which is a weirdly fun idea). She only has four outfit pieces to mix and match (plus her hat, pair of socks and two pairs of shoes), but her two jackets and two dresses (mostly) mix and match well. This kinda limits her possible outfits, but I am glad that MGA is still including extra outfits with the dolls…for now (side eyes Pacific Coast and the upcoming Shadow High Fashion Runway line…especially since they’ll probably still cost a kidney or two). Also, her studs are going to pop off her shoes so easily (MGA stop using studs and glued on decorations; it looks really cool but, it makes me really nervous trying to redress them and they will not handle being played with). Also, these pleather outfits will be decomposing in like ten years…sigh. I wouldn’t mind if MGA went back to all plastic shoes (with slits in the back so they actually fit on the doll’s feet). I know Mattel’s glue head is ruining their older dolls, but I feel like MGA is going to ruin a lot of people’s collections with these clothing and shoe decisions (even if they look really cool right now).

Also, her drum set is just a reskin of Venessa Tempo’s. It’s kinda lack luster (besides the angry cat mascot-they are wonderful), and looks really awkward without any cymbals or a place for her to sit down at.

Like what everyone else has been saying, MGA is putting too many dolls out at once, and for too much money (I am glad that these Rainbow Vision girls stayed at just under 50 each, but that’s still 300 bucks for ALL SIX). I have to keep looking up some of the doll’s names and interests because I can’t keep them all straight anymore (I feel like this is almost worse than Monster High at the end of G1 where they had so many great designs but very much unfleshed out characters). *insert Muffy from the Arthur episode where she can’t keep up with all the World Girl dolls* My Walmart JUST got in the Shadow High dolls this week (and FINALLY Marisa Golding from the Slumber Party Line) and only had the Wave 4 girls in ONCE and never again. It’s like MGA is cannibalizing it’s own space on the shelves in smaller stores. I feel like MGA will keeping upping the price and will start including less and less items with this pace. I was excited at the thought of fashion/accessory packs, but I hate that they are blind boxes and 10 bucks a piece (for all 54 items, you would to spend over HALF A GRAND). They could have released two large shoe closets/two purse closets, or smaller packs of shoe and purse closets (like five shoes and five purses in one pack)….or one big mega pack for a hundred bucks (they love doing mega packs with the LOL OMG dolls). I like doll collecting, but MGA needs to calm their titties. Anyways, what are all of your thoughts on MGA/Mara Pinkett?

[viciousgold]

What was your childhood home like? Can you cook? What are you most proud of? What other fictional characters would you get along with? What do you do when you are upset? What was your wedding day like? Did you have nightmares as a child? Did you have a favourite toy? Are you a light sleeper? Is there anyone who scares you? Do you have a sweet tooth? What is your favourite city to live in (AU?)? Did you go to public or private school? Do you swear? What would be your job in Will´s world?

What was her childhood home like?

It was very strict and rigid. Marisa’s mother was very set on her ideals for her children. Marcel immediately went into a position of power and status at a much younger age than Marisa, and despite being her younger brother, he was already more powerful than her before he even turned eighteen, which Marisa has always resented them both for. Where as her mothers expectations for Marisa were, especially because of their lack of wealth and status; get married to someone with wealth, high status, maybe have kids. Along with that though, she was trained to be a “good” wife, her mother expecting nothing less than perfection. Anything less than perfection was immediately punished. She also incredibly lacked affection. Her mother was cold and distant and for the most part refused to give her children much physical affection at all, barely any physical touch either apart from her reprimanding her children. 

Can Marisa cook?She can, absolutely, but she’s more trained at hunting and prep than the actual cooking part. She’s really good at survival; she can hunt a walrus, skin and de-bone it entirely and make really good cuts of meat from it, but then when it comes to the actual cooking part... I mean, she doesn’t burn it. But she doesn’t really know how to do things like technical cooking, seasoning, any of that, so her food doesn’t really taste good, it’s more so she cooks for herself when she needs to, when she’s on an expedition in the North and she’s in survival mode, she’ll cook herself something so that she has something to eat but it’s not that good, like, at all. Asriel is probably a better cook than her, so I could definitely see them like, on an expedition together and they make a deal like “hey, I’ll do the hunting and preparing the meat if you do the cooking of it” and together they actually have a decent meal. What is she most proud of?She is honestly truly proud of how far she’s come at such a young age. Granted, her brother has her beat, he was in a position of power at sixteen or so, but in comparison to the majority of people, Marisa began involvement with the Magisterium at twenty and rose to complete and full power even surpassing her brother in the ranks and authority by age thirty, and plus she was the first woman to ever become a member of the Royal Arctic Institute, so overall she is extremely proud of all she’s accomplished at such a young age. 

What other fictional characters does she get along with?So funny thing, I’ve been talking with @paracosmicvoid and she has a character named Linda who is such a parallel of Marisa, it’s crazy. They definitely get along so super well. There’s also @redlied‘s Abaddon from Supernatural who comes to an understanding with Marisa through using each other to each other’s benefit and they learn to get along in the process. 

What does she do when she’s upset?She takes it out on herself, immensely. Whenever she’s upset, it’s usually because of something she either did wrong or failed to do. And she punishes herself for it. This goes back to how her mother raised her and treated her where she was punished harshly for the smallest of things like using the wrong silverware, or crying when she was told not to, so when she makes big mistakes, she is extremely hard on herself and unforgiving of herself. It’s also very hard for her to try cheering herself up. Usually when she is upset, she doesn’t really even start to feel better until days or sometimes even weeks later. Sometimes she’ll try. She’ll drink chamomile tea, she’ll listen to music, but for the most part when she’s upset she does seclude herself to make herself suffer for what she believes was her failing at something yet again.

What was Marisa’s wedding day like?Honestly, it felt more like a graduation to her than a wedding. She had basically found an entrance into the Magisterium for herself and she was happy to finally have it. She was focused that day on what this marriage would bring for her life, how it would benefit it, and so she put on a facade of being in love with Edward, but the part that wasn’t a facade was her genuine happiness and excitement; it just wasn’t for the sake of entering into a marriage for Edward because she loved him, it was happiness and excitement for all of the benefits she would gain from the marriage. Did she have nightmares as a child?Oh yeah, all the time. She’ll still have nightmares to this day. Often times as a child, her nightmares were of disappointing her mother, or her mother hurting her again, or both. She grew up, at least at first, very terrified of her overbearing, controlling mother, and then into adulthood she decided that she was no longer going to be afraid of her; she was going to disobey her and be everything she wanted her brother to be, but better and even more powerful. The nightmares of her mother were consistent until probably about seventeen or eighteen and then later on in life, her nightmares didn’t stop, her mother just stopped being the monster in them. Her nightmares now actually consist of herself as the monster, usually. The ones that don’t are nightmares of her losing everything, and then later her nightmares of losing what she truly realizes matters most to her; her nightmares are of losing Lyra.

Did she have a favorite toy?

Yes, she did, she had a doll that she would dress up in lots of pretty outfits. They didn’t have much money during her childhood, but she would make dresses and scarves and hairbows for the doll using spare bits of fabric she could find around the house and of dresses she outgrew, which her mother was fine with since they all knew she didn’t plan on having another child past Marisa and Marcel. 

Is she a light sleeper?

100%. If a literal pen falls, she will wake up. Marisa is always on high alert and has been since a young age, and if I’m really thinking about it, this was probably due to her childhood as well of always needing to be on guard when it came to her mother. But now it’s for the sake of she knows that there are constant dangers everywhere around her, she’s very intensely aware of everything that could go wrong. The only time she’s really blinded is when she’s distracted by her motherly instincts towards Lyra, and this has caused her to make quite a few mistakes and let certain things slip up. 

Is there anyone who scares you?

She’ll deny it with every fiber of her being, but her mother does still frighten her. She won’t admit it, but it’s the reason she left her mother as soon as she could and then never went back. She doesn’t financially support her mother like Marcel does, she doesn’t visit her, doesn’t speak with her, doesn’t associate with her or even acknowledge her existence. Her mention of her to Lyra was likely the first time in years she even mentioned her mother at all in any context. 

Does she have a sweet tooth?Yes, sweets are probably Marisa’s absolute favorite guilty pleasure. She loves chocolatl, cake, pie, cookies, like anything really delectable and sweet, she adores. She and her brother weren’t really allowed to have sweets as a child, so she didn’t really experience much of them until her adulthood.

What is her favorite city in an AU?

She really enjoys Monte Carlo. Monaco is one of her favorite places to visit, mainly because it just feels elite and beautiful, and Monte Carlo especially. The grandeur there combined with how many fun things there are to do in the city, like different cafes, the yearly Monaco Grand Prix, all of the beautiful architecture there. 

Did she go to public or private school?Marisa had a private tutor growing up. They were poor, but her mother put so much of their funds into educating Marisa and Marcel because she wanted them to have every advantage that children of higher wealth and status had. So Marisa grew up very educated and intelligent, focused on studies for most of her childhood and then once she was eighteen she became a member of St. Sophia’s college.

Does she swear?She tries not to in polite society or within the Magisterium, but when she’s alone with friends or a lover, a swear once or twice might slip out. Apart from that, the only other time she swears is when she’s incredibly angry. 

What job would she have in Will’s world?

Well in Will’s world, she wouldn’t be as restricted by her gender as she is in her own world. With her ambition, determination and skills, Marisa would likely be something like a Senator, a Governor, or a high ranking CIA operative if in America, or if in England, she would likely be an MP, Prime Minister, or some form of high ranking MI5. 

[stevieang]

May I Have This Dance? Chapter 5/?

Chapter 1   Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston RPF x Plus-Size Reader Insert

Word Count: 3600

Warnings: If too much sweet fluffiness isn’t your thing, then keep on going. This is full-on no-holds-barred fluff, though this chapter throws in some EXPLICIT CONTENT - smut, language, situations, etc. DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 years old.

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Summary: Two of your best friends are getting married and you have the honor of singing at their wedding.  At the reception you’re approached by a famous friend of the groom, Tom Hiddleston.  Much polite flirting ensues. Here’s the “more to come.” Enjoy!

A/N: Hey y’all!  Thank you so much for your time, your kind words, and all the good stuff you send my way! I am loving this fic now, and though this chapter took me a long time to start, it flowed once I did.  This chapter had a rough start, but then once I just wrote, no filtering, it came to me.  Of course, that meant a hella lot of editing, but that’s sorta my jam. :)

Now that was different.  A woman he was attracted to and wanted to spend more time with would not accept a gift from him.  He was pissed when she refused, worried when they didn’t talk, and understanding once they had. Guess he’d have to employ one of his weakest skills - patience.  Something - instinct, gut feeling, mojo - told him she was worth waiting for.                      _________________________________ That night, instead of talking, you got to work on a personal project you’d been putting off.  A pile of pictures had been in a box, under your bed, since you moved. When you put them in sequence and tucked the last one into the now-finished album, you felt complete.  As you looked over the pictures of you and John with and without dear friends and family, you felt peaceful. When you put the book away, grabbed your laptop and credit card and began to investigate flights and hotel prices, there was nothing but giddy excitement.  

Giddy morphed into deeply-rooted nervousness as you proceeded through customs at Heathrow.  Within a few days you were able to secure a flight and a place to stay in London that didn’t break the bank and keep all the plans secret - you took that as a sign you were doing the right thing.  You were disappointed that opening night tickets for Tom’s new play, “Betrayal,” were sold out, but you were able to secure good seats to the Saturday evening performance, which gave you a bit of time to get dolled up and obsess about everything.  You were almost certain that Tom would be ecstatic, but a tiny voice poked through your surety and planted insidious seedlings.

The dressing room was filled with flowers and well wishes.  Tom read each one and made sure his assistant knew to whom he should send thanks.  Reading your note was different - he couldn’t pass it on. It filled him with an urge to see you, to nuzzle your neck, holding your luscious body to his.  Goddamnit, this was harder than he thought it’d be. A quick “Thank you, love” text later, and the 5-minute-til-curtain announcement pulled him into the world of the show.

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You read the text thanking you for the flowers, and felt ridiculously proud.  You obviously hadn’t given anything away, even remembering to tell him you couldn’t speak on the phone for the day you’d be traveling, as you had “plans.” You were impressed that your description of said plans was sufficiently believable so as not to prompt further inquiries. The day of the premiere you refused to let him think you forgot him, all the while itching to spring your surprise early.

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He was supercharged, high off the success of the first night.  There were the usual opening night slip ups, but nothing too major. The chemistry between the three actors was palpable and worked in his favor, as the anchor.  He wasn’t the sexy lothario in this one, he was the wronged husband. He wasn’t the betrayer, but the one who was betrayed, and it felt fucking phenomenal. But….he missed you.  Missed talking and catching up at night. Missed hearing that little gasp when you answered. Missed the way your voice washed over him, soothed him. He was beyond grateful to his friends and family for showing up, and between the show and the after party it was an extremely satisfying and happy night.  Now, at home, alone, when you’d usually be talking, he felt your absence. When his text alert sounded after a brief repose from the lovely congratulations and messages of support, he wasn’t expecting what he read.

You: Congratulations!!! I wanted to let you know I was thinking of you and wishing I was there.

Tom: Thank you darling, that means a lot.

You: Do you want to tell me how it went? I understand if you’re exhausted and can’t, but I am very eager to hear how brilliant you were.

Tom was always surprised how good it felt to receive your compliments.  They were sincere and sweet and sometimes exaggerated, but he never doubted you meant them.

Tom: I am a bit tired, but I’ll say that I was quite pleased.  Zawe and Charlie were brilliant and the audience reacted in all the right places.  I remembered my lines and no one fell off the stage, so a good first night.

You: I’m sure you were all amazing, I’m so happy things went as you’d hoped. I snuck outside to text you, so I’ve got to get back. Just wanted to let you know you were on my mind.

Tom: Thank you, love.  You are often on my mind.  I do wish you were here, but I understand why you can’t be.  Watch for the reviews online, ok?

Tom drifted off after saying goodnight, but you were wound up, thinking about the next day and hoping it would be as well received as his first-night performance.                                          _______________________________

When the nerves hit, they hit hard.  As your hair was coiffed, your makeup applied, and your leather jacket draped over your black-and-silver outfit, you liked what you saw. The opening-night reviews had been glowing, and your ticket was already worth more than what you paid for it. Honestly, seeing the production was a lucky byproduct of traveling to see Tom, but you had a hard time focusing on any of it as you cabbed it to the theatre and were shown to your seat.

A million scenarios ran through your head.  Would he see you from the stage? (You were close but not that close).  Would you text him and give him an obliquely-worded hint? (He didn’t look at his phone during the show).  Would you wait for him to exit the theatre at the stage door? (God, these hypotheticals were making you nauseous. Enough.). As the curtain rose to more-than-polite applause, you felt your smile growing as Tom made his entrance and immediately owned the stage.

He was magnificent.  He used his body, his voice - everything he had to transform into the character, to become a completely believable cuckold who was stripped of loyalty from and to the woman he once loved and the friend he once held dear.  Your nerves were gone as you forgot about Tom and just saw his character, Robert. You’d experienced live theatre before, but never like this. Your heart broke for the characters, you wished they could experience their lives in the moment - with raw, real emotion instead of being so….reserved, so….closed off.  

When the final line was spoken and the audience stood and roared its approval for the cast, you continued to think about Tom’s power, his talent, and how much you wanted to experience it first hand, in every way possible.  The show was an aphrodisiac, filling your mind with possibilities and fantasies and your body with jolts of electricity. As the ushers encouraged people to exit, you took out your phone without hesitation.

You: Tom, you were magnificent tonight.  You were raw and powerful and sexy and commanding.  Thank you for being as good at your job as you are, it was a wonderful evening.

You didn’t expect a response, at least not immediately, so you grabbed a drink and some dinner at a nearby pub, thought about the show, and returned to your hotel, lit up with excitement, enjoyment, and expectation.  The clock was taunting you, keeping you mindful of each minute after the time Tom usually texted. You took an almost-hot shower, washing the beautifying lacquer off your hair and face and body, which helped settle you, and flipped through the TV channels, unable to remember anything you saw.

Then.  Your alert tone.

Tom: ????? Did you see the reviews????

You: Yes, I read them last night as you suggested - congratulations to the entire cast and crew - you were all roundly lauded.  After tonight, I can see why.

Tom: Wait…..

You weren’t surprised when the ringer went off as you started typing.

“Are you saying you were at the show tonight? My show? In London?”  You had to smile at his increasingly specific criterion, ensuring that you and he referred to the same place and event.

“Yes.  Tonight.  Your show.  London. It was unbelievable, Tom.”  Waiting for him to speak felt interminable.  You heard him breathe at the other end of the line, and would’ve missed what he said next if you hadn’t focused intently and shut off every other nearby source of noise.

“Didn’t you want to see me afterwards?” You gasped your answer.

“Of course I did, but it’s not like security would have let me backstage, and this isn’t like a 1920’s opera house where I could send a handwritten note by courier, alerting you to my presence - you told me your phone is off until you leave the theatre.” You heard doors closing, clicks, and street noise.

“Where do I tell the driver to go?”

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She was here, in London.  She saw the show tonight and she loved it.  She said he was sexy and raw and powerful. For the second time tonight, his adrenaline raced.  As soon as he read her text, deliberate thought vanished with just her in its place.

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The nerves were back, but this time with a giddy edge.  You considered changing back into your super cute theatre outfit, but decided real was better, and real was you in your pajamas with wavy hair at your shoulders and no makeup.  Well, maybe a smear of clear lip gloss and deodorant, just to make sure.

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Tom: I’m here

You: Room 607

Your breath caught when he knocked, hard.  His head was down, his hands in pockets as you looked through the peephole and unlocked the deadbolt.

You stared.  He stared back, through you, his eyes predatory, his body tense.  

“May I come in?” you both chuckled at him having to ask.  You looked down as you reached for his hand and followed his movement as he kissed it.  You walked backwards until you were far enough inside to close the door and silently hugged him, feeling his chin find its way to your shoulder as your hand ran through his curls.  His arms encircled your lower back with a strength that made you feel so safe, helped you know you were in the right place. His whispers sent shivers down your spine.

“You’re here. I can’t believe you’re here.” He laid tiny pecks along the top of your shoulder and shifted so they could trail up your neck and behind your ears.  “I missed you so much, darling. I could scarcely admit it to myself, but you knew.”

Your hands laced behind his neck as you smiled into his kiss.  You expected passionate groping, but this was soft, sweet, tender.  

You walked him over to the couch, “I missed you, too.  All the steps to get here just sort of happened, so I went with it.”  He smiled, his long fingers lightly brushing along your forehead, randomly dropping delicate kisses along the way, the whisper giving way to a grumbling rasp.  “I’m glad you went with it.”

You turned around and leaned over the back of the couch, your arm outstretched.  You giggled when his arms remained around your middle; his lips intermittently kissing your neck.  When he spotted what you were holding, the famous Cheshire Cat Tom Hiddleston smize lit up his entire face before pulling you in for a kiss that left you breathless.

“Want an autograph?” Your red face may have darkened another shade as he gently took it the Playbill from your hand.

“Actually, this is for you.”  His forehead reactively scrunched up and his laugh softened as you pulled him to sit with you. His face held questions until he realized what was inside - a sort-of scrapbook of your journey to get to that moment - mini pictures of you holding your ticket on the way from the US, going all touristy in London, and smiling while kissing the cheek of the huge poster of him outside the theatre.  He closed it and, without looking away, found your hand, lacing his fingers between yours. You turned the program over so he could read your words and watched as he read, sighed, and closed his eyes.

After a moment, you bent forward and raised your eyes in a silent question.  When his opened, tears balanced on the lower lids. You quickly placed your hands on his cheek and kissed him.

“Thank you, darling.  This is something my ancestors will swoon over when they find it among my most prized treasures.”  You laughed - at his memory for your conversations, at his sentiment, at his sweetness. You leaned back and encouraged him to put his head on your lap, where you sat peaceably, your fingers running through his curls and his absentmindedly running over your thighs, while you talked and laughed, ate takeout and kissed.

“Darling, wake up, come to bed.”  You were disoriented when Tom gently shook you awake and offered you his hand.  The room was dark and you weren’t yet familiar enough to navigate to the bedroom without a light.  You yelped when your feet and legs were run through with pins and needles, but eventually they subsided and you sank into the king-size bed, Tom pulling the covers over you and kissing your forehead.  That woke you up.

“Tom, please stay.  Please, there’s plenty of room and I think we’re both sufficiently tired to guarantee no funny business.  I give you my word I won’t make any untoward advances.” Even in the dark you could see his grin, and were relieved when he slipped back from the bathroom with his shorts and t-shirt on, keeping at least an arms length between you.  After a whispered “good night,” he was asleep, while you were very much awake with decidedly untoward thoughts running through your head.

You must have fallen asleep, because the streaming sunlight and your bladder were prompting your eyes to open and your body to get out of bed.  Tom slept, his face peaceful, his arm reaching out towards you. Morning business done, you started the electric tea kettle and bundled up in a sweater on the couch, looking out onto London.  

“What a beautiful sight to wake up to.”  You smiled to yourself as Tom made himself a cup of Earl Grey and sat down next to you, placing a kiss on your cheek.  You pulled your feet under you and fell in next to him, reveling in the warmth from his arm holding you close and his kisses on the top of your head.  The silence was easy and companionable, but it masked your jitters and edginess and awkwardness. Welcome back to your usual trifecta of feelings when you were uncomfortable.

You gently extricated yourself and stood close to the window, looking down at the big bustling city and sighed.  You didn’t notice him cross to the same window until he put a hand on your shoulder and gently turned you to face him.  

“It’s a bit early in the day to be sighing, dearest.  You ok?”

You were ok, really, but your small smile didn’t convince him of that.  You tried to sell it in the face of his unbelieving look.

“Yes, just tired I think.  All the traveling, excitement to surprise you, seeing you, the play….I could go on.” You couldn’t say what you were thinking, couldn’t tell him - clingy didn’t look good on anyone, so you tried walking away but he held firm, pulling you in for a languid, dreamy kiss.  Your sigh was different, this time full of satisfaction and pleasure. His eyes found yours as you practically glowed.

“Can I try one more tactic to solve this mystery?”  You face belied your suspicion, but you nodded your consent, irregardless.

He took your face in his hands and kissed you more passionately than he ever had while he walked his hands under the waistband of your pajamas.  His long fingers spread across the expanse of your ass, squeezing, rubbing, and eliciting a long, low moan. Your back arched as your arms circled tighter around his shoulders, unwilling to let him loose.  When you broke apart for oxygen, he walked you backwards towards the bedroom.

You stood at the end of the bed, unable to get each others’ clothes off fast enough - your nightshirt flew across the room, his pants were kicked away, until you were in your undies and he only his boxers.  His eyes raked over you with laser precision, not missing a roll or dimple or bump. All you felt was fire - alive, hot, and burning, through every part of you. You reached out for him, wrapping his arms around your back to unclasp your bra and then standing pressed to each other, skin to skin, unable to stop what was going to happen.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He had to ask twice before your brain registered words, and you were so damn hot from him kissing down your body, before you were both naked, you could barely formulate coherent speech.  You pulled him up and kissed him hard, pushing his boxers down while shimmying out of your boy shorts. In between urgent panting breaths, you gave the abbreviated version, before laying down on the bed and watching him prowl up your body, maximizing how much of his skin touched yours.  It didn’t matter, it wasn’t ever going to be enough.

You threw your head back, lifting your body off the bed, the sight of Tom staring through you increasing your arousal by the second.  He started to move off the bed, your protests making him smile while he pulled a condom out of his pants pocket. Before he could open it, you motioned him to travel back up your body.  When he stopped too early you scooted down so his engorged dick was directly over your mouth. You gently held the base, twisting and applying pressure as you moved up and down, feeling the rhythmic pulse of the vein running from root to tip as it bulged in your hand.

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Tom could not believe he was in her room, on her bed.  She was here with him, in London, because she wanted to be - no coercion, no false pretenses, just her quiet confidence in her feelings.  Whatever those feelings were, they were more than reciprocated. She captivated him, from her glee at the surprise, to the scrapbook, to the inscription - they made his heart practically jump out of his chest; he could not believe his luck.  When she opened the door, he wanted to hold her, wanted to kiss her and tell her sweet things she should hear every day of her life, and wanted to be with her in any way she wanted.

Though he wouldn’t have predicted falling asleep together, fully clothed, on the couch in a hotel room as the way his night would end, it was perfect.  They didn’t hold back, just did what felt right at the moment, and it worked. When he woke and heard her quietly singing in the living area, his heart lit up before he even opened his eyes, and when he saw her watching his city, having a cuppa, he was reminded of what attracted him in the first place.  She was peace. She was light. He hoped she was his.

Right now, though, she was under him giving him what may have been the best blow job he had ever experienced.  He kneeled above her face, clenching every muscle below the waist, but as she grabbed his ass and worked him with her mouth, it became increasingly difficult to stay still.  

“Darling, darling, stop.”  As painful as it was - literally - he sat back on his haunches, popping out of her mouth.  He looked at her swollen lips, lusty eyes, and tore open the condom and rolled it on, no fluffing needed. He felt “it” - the desire for everything about her, everything she was, flood his senses.  He could only do one thing, let her feel him, feel how much he felt for her.

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You scooted back to the head of the bed and couldn’t help but run your hands over your full tear-drop breasts, your torso covered in a landscape of lines you were once ashamed of but now knew were your prizes for living and surviving. Tom’s face was...different. He leaned forward over you, capturing your lips in a kiss so simple, so pure while encouraging you to get ready for him to be inside - the only place you wanted him to be.

As he broke the kiss you warned him how loud you could get.

“Guess I’ll have to think of ways to keep that pretty mouth busy, then.”  He nudged your legs wider apart, and proved what a good man he was.

“Do you want this, my love? Do you want me?” It was unfathomable to you that he might think you didn’t, but you gave your consent faster than you thought possible, kissing him in appreciation.

“Yes, please, I’m so ready, I need you so badly baby.”  With his forehead leaning against yours he used his tremendous strength to hold himself up on his forearms while he slid inside.  He was surprised when he didn’t need to slowly inch in, that you were able to take him in without pain, and ask for more, faster, harder almost immediately.

He started rocking back and forth, holding the headboard while following your every command.  You both knew there was no way you would hold back for long, and neither of you wanted to. Within half a dozen strokes, he was so close he could cry, and your entire body felt like lava, completely molten and unable to cool.  You wanted nothing more than to yell out you could not take another second without coming, and he knew. He leaned in, rasping out all the encouragement you needed to let go and cum furiously all over his cock, immediately pulling him with you over the edge.

If it was possible to feel like lead and air at the same time, you were there.Your body hadn’t been fucked that gloriously in a very long time, and it filled you with an afterglow that anyone would see, but also with the need for sleep.  To sleep, perchance to dream of this wonderful man breathing deeply beside you, watching you adoringly, and wanting nothing more than to stay right where he was for as long as you wanted him.  

Chapter 6

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categorized and generalized all the types of tumblr aesthetics i have come across.

I have been going through archives for the last five years on tumblr now, and i can’t help but notice that a lot of blogs are the same. There seems to be a pattern in the sorts of aesthetics i run up against. So, in my exhaustion, i tried coming up with all the different aesthetics, and i tried to put them into certain categories. Obviously, some of these categories are mixed with others.

PORN TUMBLR

-general porn

-lesbian/gay general

-kinky stuff

-daddy dom stuff - tied up boobies

-bears

-just unrealistic nudes

-just realistic nudes

-vintage porn, and occasionally porn that is so old that it was drawn by someone in the 1800′s

- hentai and erotic animal people cartoon characters going at it

-person who took about five pictures of themselves naked five years ago who has not come back

RICH KID TUMBLR

-super modelesque kids in their super rich cool kid clothes and fashion in Starbucks taking pictures of their food and their trips to Europe in 1st class

- incredibly expensive looking sunglasses

-rich kid travel blogs with hundreds of thousands of notes of pictures from rich people buildings

-quotes that say 'be happy' or stuff about saying anyone can just travel anywhere at any time, just the general advice you might get from someone who doesn't know how the other half lives

- cats

VINTAGE TUMBLR

-the greatest generation stuff, forgotten early hollywood actors/actresses, very old movie gifs, Theda Bara, Clara Bow, Carol Lombard, early Joan Crawford, Gone with the Wind ect..

-50's, 60's and 70's, Nancy Sinatra, Brigitte Bardot, Marilyn Monroe, Audrey Hepburn – generally a lot of Audrey Hepburn

-Posts old advertisements and old cars, sometimes old toys, a few pinups, vintage comics, kinda weird

- vintage toy blogs - just toys, named and dated

-sometimes retrospace stuff

-sometimes just old comic book stuff

FEMINIST/ GENDER STUDIES TUMBLR

-intersectional feminists who post mostly text and back and forth writings, sometimes they fight 

-radfems and turfs, unpopular minority of angry at the intersectional feminists

- Fat Acceptance movement, chubby bunnies

-other girl's selfies, lots of girl power related drawings of gender symbols and the like, Grimes, being a witch, Courtney Love, sailor moon, and so forth, sometimes bleeds into soft grunge

-topics on transgender, gender fluid and others that have informative 

- asexual community

BLACK LIVES MATTER TUMBLR

-black lives matter awareness, police brutality, pointing out flaws in legal system

-lovely stylish selfies

-call outs of racism, lots of dialogue, and the extension of twitter

80's + 90's GIF TUMBLR

-like gifs of scratched up VCR obscure film openings, and repetitious obscure 80's gifs in general, everything is fuzzy and looks like it came from an 80' infomercial, kinda makes you feel scared

-90's gifs of Pee Wee Herman, Catdog, Clarissa Explains it All, Chucky Cheese, Fruit by the Foot, Beavus and Butthead, Bart Simpson, and so on

HIPPIE TUMBLR

-just like the rich kidz, only they have white kid dreads and post a lot of vanlife stuff, lots of festivals

-mostly psychedelic gifs, with occasional trippy art, Foster the People is their favorite band

-real hippies, who post pictures of communes and people making tyed dye things, nonsexual nudes with hairy women, Grateful Dead stuff

-Buddhist and Hindu quotes, sometimes lilies

SOFT GRUNGE TUMBLR

purple and pink skies, water, windows with lace

girls with pale skin and perfect make up, and chokers, bruises, sparkly skin

mermaid texture, mermaid hair colors

Lana Del Rey

kind of like 90's only more melty and pink

quotes about good vibes

Eternal Sunshine for the Spotless mind reference

moon print

dream pop bands from the early 90's

GROWN UP SOFT GRUNGE TUMBLR

picture of Uma Thurman overdosing in Pulp Fiction

lots and lots of flowers

lots of sensual pictures of pale skin under certain lighting

albino people

albino animals

pictures of sunrises

Reykjavic

kind of like the Soft Grunge, but just a little bit more subtle and film tumblry

ART BLOG TUMBLR

old roman art

chinese, japanese and korean art from long ago

renaissance and medieval art with religious context

just like medieval art of specifically torture

18th and 19th century portrait paintings

Scenic paintings of hills, Van Gogh, Toulouse-Lautrec, Monet

Dada, Pablo Picasso, Jackson Pollock, Salvador Dali, Andy Warhol, Adolph Wolfie

Modern art that is squiggly, slimy, and bizzare, breaks art rules but looks good, David Shrigley

Modern Surrealists

ARTIST BLOG TUMBLR

posts really great homemade gifs that nobody knows about infrequently

blogs that only have the artwork of the blog owner – generally post infrequently and not given enough credit ever, except maybe one of there works has a whole bunch of notes

person who keeps painting the same thing over and over again and does it a lot for years at a time, 0 notes usually – who are you??

collage artists that mix 50's scenes with hyperspace backdrops

FILM BLOG TUMBLR

-Stanley Kubrick, Jean Cocteau, lots of black and white french films

-that movie where the two people are sitting on the ledge of a building and the other one jumps off

Clockwork Orange

-Paris, Texas

David Lynch

Blue Velvet, Twin Peaks (gets stolen by other kinds of blogs frequently)

Wim Wenders,

Rare film art from Poland in the 70's

Jans Svankmajer

Man Ray, Max Ernst,

cool quotes by philosopher, artist, psychologist, or film director

Amelie

sometimes Wes Anderson

PHOTOGRAPHY TUMBLR

abandoned places, gas stations, archaic cafes, falling apart amusement parks

uses too much dark fade out in the background pictures of fields and stuff, overused filtering – posted a ton three years ago and then left

just photostock

girl who takes pictures of herself in costume

Nature pictures, animal pictures ect..

person who just takes pictures of textures and minimalist buildings – usually colorful

person who's personal Instagram picture just automatically post to tumblr also, probably never checks up, usually pictures of them with friends as a pub

Indigenous pictures from around the world, some of them from books, some from National Geographic, some from other places

Super old pictures from old newspapers, the great depression, WW2 – generally black and white

MUSIC TUMBLR

Really likes Led Zeppelin, The Doors and The Who, sometimes mixed with other vintage, often posts the same pictures and songs for years – you feel bad because no new music will be coming out from these artists

super cheesy Van Halen, Kiss, Styx, Ozzy person, Big Hair, likes 80's pin ups and skulls, sometimes into martial arts

super cheesy death metal fan, lots of pinups, corny black and white pictures of skulls and such

REALLY likes British Invasion, The Zombies, The Kinks, The Hollies, The Animals, will occasionally post Detroit girl groups from the 60's, some Velvet Underground, pictures of the Beatles girlfriends

Just David Bowie, Lou Reed, Patti Smith and Iggy Pop. Maybe some New York Dolls

Old Blues and Jazz, Etta James, Son House, Nina Simone, pictures of Leadbelly and Howlin' Wolf and especially Miles Davis

really into post punk, Nick Cave, Siouxsie, Bauhaus, The Cure, Einsturzende Neubauten, Lydia Lunch, PJ Harvey and Rowland S. Howard, sometimes Morrissey. also generally mixes film and art blog stuff in with occasional feminist things

Just Morrissey, they call him Moz.

Fan clubs for specific bands that are newer and popular like Arctic Monkeys or Fallout Boy, but also ones blogs that really like emo lyrics from early 2000's and such – scene kids that are still scenin' it up

loves Jens Lekman, Belle and Sebastian, The Magnetic Fields and The Pains of Being Pure at Heart, Cigarettes After Sex. Usually posts really cute modern art, and uses tumblr mostly for writing, has the cutest hair cut and can pull off overalls, never posts too little or too much, extremely twee

HISTORY TUMBLR

ancient mesopotamia, greek and Egyptian history and relics

Blogs that are specifically about one place in one era - Ancient Russia, Ireland before it was taken over, precolonial India and so on

Samurai, Geisha, and scrolls

Swords, knights, castles, kings of Europe in general

Specific Wars, examples: 7 Years War, Revolutionary War, WW1 + 2

France from before the revolution – pictures of wigged men, Napoleon, Marie Antoinette

Jane Austen time era anything 18th and 19th century, slight excuse to post lots of Pride and Prejudice gifs with Keira Knightly and that Mr. Darcy in the rain

Outfits – just outfits that are really old

person who is obsessed with the Nazis and seems to like Hitler

Flappers and earlier 20th – often an excuse to post gifs of Downton Abbey

Vintage books, often children books, but sometimes others

DESIGN TUMBLR

really fucked up pictures of the Simpsons melting and stuff

gradient graphic art with symbols or words meant to convey a product that I don't understand for an obscure magazine subscription

graphic squiggles without form, minimalist graphic pictures of beach balls, tennis bats, and sneakers

bizarre smiley faces made from smaller smiley faces

80's inspired design

odd looking models with undercuts and no eyebrows

cartoon dogs and cats

just static and glitches. Nothing more, nothing less

either they make their own graphic designs and they rarely post, or they compile reblogs of everyone else's and they post all the time

WEIRDO TUMBLR

insane family pictures of family who all has mullet dressed as bumble bees

Lots of Robert Crumb, some vintage stuff, but nothing remotely main stream

Some of the modern art, but only the weirdest of it

claymation masks

Comix

Moebius

art from early Power Point

100 piece sculptures with melted toys

paintings of monsters

Steve Brule

children's fan art of Smokey the Bear – looks disturbing

Items that are too kitschy to be accepted by your average vintage indie blog

sometimes a specific blog centered around some kind of crazy event where everyone dresses completely insane

POLITICAL TUMBLR

the communists and Marxists

a mixture of BLM and LGBTQ stuff

the libertarians, anarchocapitalists, Ayn rand folk

the left wing anarchists, freegans, graffiti punks, garden punks, possums

informative left wing news that explains to us everyday how the GOP is fucking us

alt. right creeps who are simply here to be trolls and upset everyone else – anti SJW, that stupid frog, nationalists, trump supporters and such – irrelevant poorly thought memes

I miss Obama memes

Bernie Sanders forever and always folk

RAINBOW TUMBLR

pictures of rainbow candies, toys, designs, clothing and so forth all of it rainbow

people who post one color at a time, so when you go through their archive it's all gradient and neat looking – usually the pictures are a little stock photoish though

HALLOWEEN TUMBLR

Betty Page

The Cramps. Reverend Horton Heat

Psychobilly pin ups, old cars, burning skulls, vintage B horror movies, The Swamp Thing

Legitimately obsessed with the activities of Halloween – posts witches, devils, trick or treat candy, Bella Lugosi, The Monster Mash, Halloween decoration - and doesn't ever forget how many days away Halloween is

Jack the Skeleton

Freddy Krueger

FANCLUB TUMBLR

Superwholock

Hannigram

American Horror Story

K Pop and J Pop + Korean Drama

boy bands in general

Hamilton

My Little Ponies

Ghibli Studios

Various anime shows

fat Disney princesses

Super heroes

Pokemon

Big Bang Theory

Mighty Boosh

Monty Python

Phantom of the Opera

Labyrinth

Vampire Chronicles

Orange is the New Black

Breaking Bad

Alice in Wonderland

Harry Potter

Star Wars

Steven Universe

Adventure Time

Game of Thrones and Walking Dead

any television show really

Furry cartoons

lots of spacy quick anime chibi versions of characters who are hooking up and wouldn't normally in the show

scenes from movies with subtext that comes from a different movie or show

probably countless others i am not thinking of.

SPECIALTY TUMBLR

serial killer blogs

unexplained mysteries, ghosts, ufo's

pictures of galaxies with information (not sparkly silly ones with no context)

sewing and yarn

precious stones

cars

just gardening

just cats

religious blogs, either Islam, Christian, Jewish, Hindu or Buddhist

specific animal blogs, snake, spiders, wild cats and such

science blogs about technology and stuff

NATURE TUMBLR

stock photoish pictures of camp grounds and misty mountains – often taken by the hippies

angelic looking deer, and occasional animal burials with flowers'

person who takes pictures of flowers all the time

granola type fellow who loves juicing and backpacking – doesn't get on tumblr much

BLACK AND WHITE GOTH TUMBLR

slenderman fan art, actually just about anything creepypasta related

you have to turn off the music when you visit their page because it's just too much

fan art of black eyed children

slit wrists

pictures that were turned into Gifs because they shake

taxidermy

screamo lyrics

Alice in wonderland with X's for eyes

gothic models

occasional serial killer

skulls and references to Edgar Allan Poe

GIF MEME TUMBLR

just a sea of Gifs and memes relating to anything about life ever – almost shitposting but not quite

eventually one of the gifs got 100,000 notes for it's relatability so they get a lot of traffic

lots of pictures and circumstances from The Office, Parks and Rec, and It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

Nihilist memes

SOFTY TUMBLR

kind of a little girl dom thing going on

Kawai and lots of Japanese girls

cute colorful make up

plushies and toys

references to fantasy cartoons from the 80's, the last unicorn, or that one with the girls in that band

Polly Pockets, Furbies, trolls

gifs of stars and hearts

Sailor Moon

pink bedroom

baby animals

occasionally more on the vintage kitschy side

WICCA TUMBLR

ravens, bats, candles

pentacles and other symbols

crystals

sometimes there is dreads

occasionally, it is a serious practicing Wicca who posts spells and gives witch advice

lots of personal reflections

boobs

GROSS TUMBLR

Tim and Eric, Steve Brule centered blog that are mostly in the act to make you feel queezy

like, people eating cheerios with ketchup and people wearing shoes with the soles cut out, people putting their feet in spagetti, bad tattoos on foreheads

snails, beetles, bird doing mean things to people

mostly moldy things, moss, strange dolls

things that look like they came from the dark crystal,

delapitating bedrooms that once belonged to a little girl, torn wall paper, old porcelain dolls that are slightly upsetting

Clowns

occasionally a blog so gross you will be ruined for having seen it – Two Girls one Cup sort of thing

NERD TUMBLR

old video game start up pages

Super Mario Bros.

Other video game characters

chibis of video game characters interacting with one another

Final Fantasy references

randomly doesn't post for a year

SELF HELP TUMBLR

blog that gives dumb advice that only works if you were already happy anyway

either semi fake or oversimplified 'psyche facts'

blogs from people who suffer from addiction or mental illness and want help and use their blog to vent

blogs ran by people who enjoy crystal meth and don’t give a fuck.

worthy of mentioning, blogs that nobody ever posted a single thing or just one thing, like, really cryptic blogs that nobody could ever understand, blogs that were taken over by some kind of virus and they are trying to sell you male pattern baldness remedies, or they are now call absurdly pornographic things because the virus took over and now they are like blonde cumfuck creampie or something of that nature, and blogs were the person was basically saying they have found a girlfriend/boyfriend now and don’t need tumblr anymore so goodbye

and in my experience ...

anybody can post pictures of jiggly boobs

anybody can post Grace Jones

anybody can post a Bjork song

these seem to be universal truths that defy limitations

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Paper Dolls for Adults

Coloring Books for adults broke open the notion that we don’t have to surrender the issues we beloved as children, and paper dolls have been all the time certainly one of my favourite issues so why not paper dolls for adults? I didn’t have numerous fairly garments rising up however my paper dolls did so I may stay vicariously via their attractive robes and fabulous hats. Updated Summer of 2018 with some enjoyable new choices!

Dover Paper Dolls for Adults have been round for years, I’m so sorry I missed out on these for so lengthy. Do know that in these books you do have to chop out the paper dolls and the clothes your self however that’s actually okay, I bear in mind having to punch them out as a child and also you typically ripped a bit of the outfit or the tab off. The “dolls” are additionally fabricated from paper of the identical thickness, so we advocate gluing them to some cardstock so they are going to be simpler to decorate and undress. Dover Publications has HUNDREDS of paper dolls to select from right here and delivery is free for those who order $50. We have highlighted just a few of our favorites under. Etsy additionally provides some paper dolls for adults right here.

Ryan Gosling: Paper Boy

I imply actually, how superior is that this?

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Frida Kahlo Paper Dolls

If you’re a fan of this iconic artist then you definately’ll need this set. Critics say she is depicted somewhat too “pretty” and never together with her personal distinctive magnificence however the garments included are fabulous.

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Prince Harry & Meghan Markel Paper Doll Set

Even for those who aren’t obsessed by all issues Royal, Meghan and Harry have sparked worldwide. Both Harry & Meghan have a number of outfits for you to select from.

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Paperthin Persona’s for Idle Hands

I simply love Rachel’s paper dolls! Her’s cowl all types of genres and priced effectively.

Thrift Store Diva Paper Dolls

2 Diva’s with 90 clothes & equipment get you began mixing and matching their wardrobes. It can be an important inspiration to a budding fashionista or a offers fanatic.

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Dressing Your Octopus: A Paper Doll Book For Domesticated Cephalopods

Brian Kessinger illustrates a number of books for Octopus fanatics together with this paper doll one, Coloring together with your Octopus and extra. Check out his work right here.

One reviewer advises to not take away the octopus’ head because the directions say to do, one other says to be sure you go all over the e-book earlier than you narrow something to benefit from the intelligent manner it’s put collectively.

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Grav3yardGirl Paper Dolls

Fashion YouTube Stylist Grav3yardGirl, aka Bunny Meyer, will love these paper dolls.

This set comprises 2 dolls & 34 outfits that includes Grav3YardGirl. Click to Order Amazon US, UK or Canada.

Grumpy Cat Paper Dolls

Great Fashion Designers of the 60’s Paper Dolls

Classic TV Mom’s Celebrity Paper Dolls

June Cleaver, Carol Brady, Peg Bundy and Claire Huxtable grace the quilt of this enjoyable paper dolls for adults coloring e-book.

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Yves St. Laurent Fashion Paper Dolls for Adults

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Henry the VIII and his Wives Paper Dolls

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Glamorous Stars of the Forties Fashion Paper Dolls

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Robert E. Lee & Family Paper Dolls for Adults

Civil War apparel for each women and men each army and civilian. It comprises 20 dolls and costumes on 16 plates

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English Country Downton Abbey Style Paper Dolls

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Southern Belle Ball Gown Paper Dolls for Adults

French Fashion Designers Paper Dolls

This e-book has clothes fashions from 1900-1950. I believe the ’50s had a number of the most flattering fashions for actual girls of all-time. I so want I’d have stored my mother’s attire from that point interval.

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Alice in Wonderland Paper Dolls – an all-new look via the trying glass

This illustrator had taken Alice on a stroll via Steampunk and it’s superior!

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Steampunk Paper Dolls

These paper dolls are fairly intricate so don’t neglect to provide your fingers a break while you’re reducing them out.

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Steampunk Vixens Paper Dolls

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Corset Couture Paper Dolls

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Naughty Girls Paper Dolls

Pin-up ladies from the ’20s are the inspiration for this e-book

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Pin-up Girls of WWII Paper Dolls

The stars embody Betty Grable, Rita Hayworth, Lana Turner, Susan Hayward, Veronica Lake, Ginger Rogers and extra in some iconic outfits to chop out. Click to Order Amazon UK, US or Canada

Award-Winning Fashions of Edith Head Paper Dolls

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Great Costumes from Classic Movies Paper Dolls

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Brides from Around the World Paperdolls

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Famous African American Women Paper Dolls

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Book Character Paper Dolls for Adults

Little Women Paper Dolls

Characters from the traditional e-book Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy are right here with 16 completely different mid-Victorian outfits based mostly on scenes from the e-book.

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Favorite Storybook Characters Paper Dolls for Grownups

Dorothy from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, Wendy Darling from Peter Pan, The Secret Garden‘s Mary Lennox and plenty of extra favourite characters come to life within the paper doll e-book. The ladies all look precisely the identical save completely different hair colours however in fact the outfits shall be completely different.

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Little House on the Prairie Paper Dolls – The Big Woods Collection

Even although the outline of those says they’re punch out, in truth, they’re NOT. The characters and some different objects punch out, however like all of the others, these do require you to chop out the outfits fastidiously. I’ve determined that’s really a part of the enjoyable of this old fashioned pass-time.

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Just in case you missed out on Little House books, listed below are some hyperlinks to the classics and extra

Mary Engelbreit’s Paper Dolls

This set comprises four dolls plus 15 outfits all within the lovely artist’s model. The dolls are punch out however the outfits require scissors. These are easier minimize outs than the others so may be extra appropriate for seniors trying to play once more.

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As we stated within the intro, you do have to fastidiously minimize out these paper dolls and we advocate element scissors like these from Tim Holtz or these with the great reducing guard.

We additionally ran throughout these in our analysis…

Political Paper Dolls for Adults

Hillary Clinton Paper Dolls and Playset

This e-book contains 100 perforated paper dolls, three rooms, Republican adversaries, Supreme Court Justices, pantsuits and pajamas, Secret Service safety, White House ghosts and the record continues.

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Political Circus Inaction Figures

A collectible version of 52 paper dolls for grownups takes a witty have a look at the 2012 crop of Republican candidates, Democratic cupboard members, and pundits of each persuasion, grownup content material included!

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President Barrack Obama Commemorative Inaugural Edition 

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Michelle Obama Fashion Paper Dolls

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Fashions of the First Ladies Paper Dolls

Includes Nancy Reagan, Jacqueline Kennedy, Hillary Clinton and Michelle Obama.

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These three marketing campaign editions embody information and enjoyable about every Presidential candidate in addition to garments to decorate them up in.

Hilary Clinton Paper Doll Campaign Edition

Donald Trump Paper Doll Campaign Edition

Bernie Sanders Paper Doll Campaign Edition

GLBT Paper Dolls

Life’s a Drag

Dover Celebrity Paper Dolls embody Jerry Lewis, Milton Berle, Tyler Perry, and RuPaul — in addition to actors resembling Barbra Streisand in Yentl, Dustin Hoffman in Tootsie, and Robin Williams in Mrs. Doubtfire. Mature content material.

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RuPaul’s Drag Race – Paper Doll Book

Includes winner of RuPaul’s TV present from previous seasons

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Leathermen Paper Dudes

Thom Magister’s first grownup paper doll e-book provides 4 sizzling paper dudes who take pleasure in carrying leather-based, denim, uniforms, and fetish gear. For Adults Only!

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Project Runway Paper Dolls

These are a bit completely different. You get to brighten these fairly women with gildings offered within the equipment.

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Dr. Who Paper Dolls

Pope Francis Paper Dolls

Punch Out Paper Dolls

Most paper dolls designed for grownups need to be minimize out however there are a pair that I discovered which might be punch out.

Flower Fairies Paper Dolls

Amazon offers you fairly just a few views of the within pages of this e-book so you’ll be able to check out a number of the attractive illustrations before you purchase. Cicely Mary Barker has a complete line of Flower Fairies e-book to take a look at too together with journals, sticker books, and postcards. 

Free Paper dolls to print and minimize out right here.

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Color by Number Coloring Books

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May I Have This Dance? Chapter 5/?

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Pairing: Tom Hiddleston RPF x Plus-Size Reader Insert

Word Count: 3600

Warnings: If too much sweet fluffiness isn’t your thing, then keep on going. This is full-on no-holds-barred fluff, though this chapter throws in some EXPLICIT CONTENT - smut, language, situations, etc. DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 years old.

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Summary: Two of your best friends are getting married and you have the honor of singing at their wedding.  At the reception you’re approached by a famous friend of the groom, Tom Hiddleston.  Much polite flirting ensues. Here’s the “more to come.” Enjoy!

A/N: Hey y’all!  Thank you so much for your time, your kind words, and all the good stuff you send my way! I am loving this fic now, and though this chapter took me a long time to start, it flowed once I did.  This chapter had a rough start, but then once I just wrote, no filtering, it came to me.  Of course, that meant a hella lot of editing, but that’s sorta my jam. :)

Now that was different.  A woman he was attracted to and wanted to spend more time with would not accept a gift from him.  He was pissed when she refused, worried when they didn’t talk, and understanding once they had. Guess he’d have to employ one of his weakest skills - patience.  Something - instinct, gut feeling, mojo - told him she was worth waiting for.                      _________________________________ That night, instead of talking, you got to work on a personal project you’d been putting off.  A pile of pictures had been in a box, under your bed, since you moved. When you put them in sequence and tucked the last one into the now-finished album, you felt complete.  As you looked over the pictures of you and John with and without dear friends and family, you felt peaceful. When you put the book away, grabbed your laptop and credit card and began to investigate flights and hotel prices, there was nothing but giddy excitement.  

Giddy morphed into deeply-rooted nervousness as you proceeded through customs at Heathrow.  Within a few days you were able to secure a flight and a place to stay in London that didn’t break the bank and keep all the plans secret - you took that as a sign you were doing the right thing.  You were disappointed that opening night tickets for Tom’s new play, “Betrayal,” were sold out, but you were able to secure good seats to the Saturday evening performance, which gave you a bit of time to get dolled up and obsess about everything.  You were almost certain that Tom would be ecstatic, but a tiny voice poked through your surety and planted insidious seedlings.

The dressing room was filled with flowers and well wishes.  Tom read each one and made sure his assistant knew to whom he should send thanks.  Reading your note was different - he couldn’t pass it on. It filled him with an urge to see you, to nuzzle your neck, holding your luscious body to his.  Goddamnit, this was harder than he thought it’d be. A quick “Thank you, love” text later, and the 5-minute-til-curtain announcement pulled him into the world of the show.

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You read the text thanking you for the flowers, and felt ridiculously proud.  You obviously hadn’t given anything away, even remembering to tell him you couldn’t speak on the phone for the day you’d be traveling, as you had “plans.” You were impressed that your description of said plans was sufficiently believable so as not to prompt further inquiries. The day of the premiere you refused to let him think you forgot him, all the while itching to spring your surprise early.

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He was supercharged, high off the success of the first night.  There were the usual opening night slip ups, but nothing too major. The chemistry between the three actors was palpable and worked in his favor, as the anchor.  He wasn’t the sexy lothario in this one, he was the wronged husband. He wasn’t the betrayer, but the one who was betrayed, and it felt fucking phenomenal. But….he missed you.  Missed talking and catching up at night. Missed hearing that little gasp when you answered. Missed the way your voice washed over him, soothed him. He was beyond grateful to his friends and family for showing up, and between the show and the after party it was an extremely satisfying and happy night.  Now, at home, alone, when you’d usually be talking, he felt your absence. When his text alert sounded after a brief repose from the lovely congratulations and messages of support, he wasn’t expecting what he read.

You: Congratulations!!! I wanted to let you know I was thinking of you and wishing I was there.

Tom: Thank you darling, that means a lot.

You: Do you want to tell me how it went? I understand if you’re exhausted and can’t, but I am very eager to hear how brilliant you were.

Tom was always surprised how good it felt to receive your compliments.  They were sincere and sweet and sometimes exaggerated, but he never doubted you meant them.

Tom: I am a bit tired, but I’ll say that I was quite pleased.  Zawe and Charlie were brilliant and the audience reacted in all the right places.  I remembered my lines and no one fell off the stage, so a good first night.

You: I’m sure you were all amazing, I’m so happy things went as you’d hoped. I snuck outside to text you, so I’ve got to get back. Just wanted to let you know you were on my mind.

Tom: Thank you, love.  You are often on my mind.  I do wish you were here, but I understand why you can’t be.  Watch for the reviews online, ok?

Tom drifted off after saying goodnight, but you were wound up, thinking about the next day and hoping it would be as well received as his first-night performance.                                          _______________________________

When the nerves hit, they hit hard.  As your hair was coiffed, your makeup applied, and your leather jacket draped over your black-and-silver outfit, you liked what you saw. The opening-night reviews had been glowing, and your ticket was already worth more than what you paid for it. Honestly, seeing the production was a lucky byproduct of traveling to see Tom, but you had a hard time focusing on any of it as you cabbed it to the theatre and were shown to your seat.

A million scenarios ran through your head.  Would he see you from the stage? (You were close but not that close).  Would you text him and give him an obliquely-worded hint? (He didn’t look at his phone during the show).  Would you wait for him to exit the theatre at the stage door? (God, these hypotheticals were making you nauseous. Enough.). As the curtain rose to more-than-polite applause, you felt your smile growing as Tom made his entrance and immediately owned the stage.

He was magnificent.  He used his body, his voice - everything he had to transform into the character, to become a completely believable cuckold who was stripped of loyalty from and to the woman he once loved and the friend he once held dear.  Your nerves were gone as you forgot about Tom and just saw his character, Robert. You’d experienced live theatre before, but never like this. Your heart broke for the characters, you wished they could experience their lives in the moment - with raw, real emotion instead of being so….reserved, so….closed off.  

When the final line was spoken and the audience stood and roared its approval for the cast, you continued to think about Tom’s power, his talent, and how much you wanted to experience it first hand, in every way possible.  The show was an aphrodisiac, filling your mind with possibilities and fantasies and your body with jolts of electricity. As the ushers encouraged people to exit, you took out your phone without hesitation.

You: Tom, you were magnificent tonight.  You were raw and powerful and sexy and commanding.  Thank you for being as good at your job as you are, it was a wonderful evening.

You didn’t expect a response, at least not immediately, so you grabbed a drink and some dinner at a nearby pub, thought about the show, and returned to your hotel, lit up with excitement, enjoyment, and expectation.  The clock was taunting you, keeping you mindful of each minute after the time Tom usually texted. You took an almost-hot shower, washing the beautifying lacquer off your hair and face and body, which helped settle you, and flipped through the TV channels, unable to remember anything you saw.

Then.  Your alert tone.

Tom: ????? Did you see the reviews????

You: Yes, I read them last night as you suggested - congratulations to the entire cast and crew - you were all roundly lauded.  After tonight, I can see why.

Tom: Wait…..

You weren’t surprised when the ringer went off as you started typing.

“Are you saying you were at the show tonight? My show? In London?”  You had to smile at his increasingly specific criterion, ensuring that you and he referred to the same place and event.

“Yes.  Tonight.  Your show.  London. It was unbelievable, Tom.”  Waiting for him to speak felt interminable.  You heard him breathe at the other end of the line, and would’ve missed what he said next if you hadn’t focused intently and shut off every other nearby source of noise.

“Didn’t you want to see me afterwards?” You gasped your answer.

“Of course I did, but it’s not like security would have let me backstage, and this isn’t like a 1920’s opera house where I could send a handwritten note by courier, alerting you to my presence - you told me your phone is off until you leave the theatre.” You heard doors closing, clicks, and street noise.

“Where do I tell the driver to go?”

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She was here, in London.  She saw the show tonight and she loved it.  She said he was sexy and raw and powerful. For the second time tonight, his adrenaline raced.  As soon as he read her text, deliberate thought vanished with just her in its place.

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The nerves were back, but this time with a giddy edge.  You considered changing back into your super cute theatre outfit, but decided real was better, and real was you in your pajamas with wavy hair at your shoulders and no makeup.  Well, maybe a smear of clear lip gloss and deodorant, just to make sure.

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Tom: I’m here

You: Room 607

Your breath caught when he knocked, hard.  His head was down, his hands in pockets as you looked through the peephole and unlocked the deadbolt.

You stared.  He stared back, through you, his eyes predatory, his body tense.  

“May I come in?” you both chuckled at him having to ask.  You looked down as you reached for his hand and followed his movement as he kissed it.  You walked backwards until you were far enough inside to close the door and silently hugged him, feeling his chin find its way to your shoulder as your hand ran through his curls.  His arms encircled your lower back with a strength that made you feel so safe, helped you know you were in the right place. His whispers sent shivers down your spine.

“You’re here. I can’t believe you’re here.” He laid tiny pecks along the top of your shoulder and shifted so they could trail up your neck and behind your ears.  “I missed you so much, darling. I could scarcely admit it to myself, but you knew.”

Your hands laced behind his neck as you smiled into his kiss.  You expected passionate groping, but this was soft, sweet, tender.  

You walked him over to the couch, “I missed you, too.  All the steps to get here just sort of happened, so I went with it.”  He smiled, his long fingers lightly brushing along your forehead, randomly dropping delicate kisses along the way, the whisper giving way to a grumbling rasp.  “I’m glad you went with it.”

You turned around and leaned over the back of the couch, your arm outstretched.  You giggled when his arms remained around your middle; his lips intermittently kissing your neck.  When he spotted what you were holding, the famous Cheshire Cat Tom Hiddleston smize lit up his entire face before pulling you in for a kiss that left you breathless.

“Want an autograph?” Your red face may have darkened another shade as he gently took it the Playbill from your hand.

“Actually, this is for you.”  His forehead reactively scrunched up and his laugh softened as you pulled him to sit with you. His face held questions until he realized what was inside - a sort-of scrapbook of your journey to get to that moment - mini pictures of you holding your ticket on the way from the US, going all touristy in London, and smiling while kissing the cheek of the huge poster of him outside the theatre.  He closed it and, without looking away, found your hand, lacing his fingers between yours. You turned the program over so he could read your words and watched as he read, sighed, and closed his eyes.

After a moment, you bent forward and raised your eyes in a silent question.  When his opened, tears balanced on the lower lids. You quickly placed your hands on his cheek and kissed him.

“Thank you, darling.  This is something my ancestors will swoon over when they find it among my most prized treasures.”  You laughed - at his memory for your conversations, at his sentiment, at his sweetness. You leaned back and encouraged him to put his head on your lap, where you sat peaceably, your fingers running through his curls and his absentmindedly running over your thighs, while you talked and laughed, ate takeout and kissed.

“Darling, wake up, come to bed.”  You were disoriented when Tom gently shook you awake and offered you his hand.  The room was dark and you weren’t yet familiar enough to navigate to the bedroom without a light.  You yelped when your feet and legs were run through with pins and needles, but eventually they subsided and you sank into the king-size bed, Tom pulling the covers over you and kissing your forehead.  That woke you up.

“Tom, please stay.  Please, there’s plenty of room and I think we’re both sufficiently tired to guarantee no funny business.  I give you my word I won’t make any untoward advances.” Even in the dark you could see his grin, and were relieved when he slipped back from the bathroom with his shorts and t-shirt on, keeping at least an arms length between you.  After a whispered “good night,” he was asleep, while you were very much awake with decidedly untoward thoughts running through your head.

You must have fallen asleep, because the streaming sunlight and your bladder were prompting your eyes to open and your body to get out of bed.  Tom slept, his face peaceful, his arm reaching out towards you. Morning business done, you started the electric tea kettle and bundled up in a sweater on the couch, looking out onto London.  

“What a beautiful sight to wake up to.”  You smiled to yourself as Tom made himself a cup of Earl Grey and sat down next to you, placing a kiss on your cheek.  You pulled your feet under you and fell in next to him, reveling in the warmth from his arm holding you close and his kisses on the top of your head.  The silence was easy and companionable, but it masked your jitters and edginess and awkwardness. Welcome back to your usual trifecta of feelings when you were uncomfortable.

You gently extricated yourself and stood close to the window, looking down at the big bustling city and sighed.  You didn’t notice him cross to the same window until he put a hand on your shoulder and gently turned you to face him.  

“It’s a bit early in the day to be sighing, dearest.  You ok?”

You were ok, really, but your small smile didn’t convince him of that.  You tried to sell it in the face of his unbelieving look.

“Yes, just tired I think.  All the traveling, excitement to surprise you, seeing you, the play….I could go on.” You couldn’t say what you were thinking, couldn’t tell him - clingy didn’t look good on anyone, so you tried walking away but he held firm, pulling you in for a languid, dreamy kiss.  Your sigh was different, this time full of satisfaction and pleasure. His eyes found yours as you practically glowed.

“Can I try one more tactic to solve this mystery?”  You face belied your suspicion, but you nodded your consent, irregardless.

He took your face in his hands and kissed you more passionately than he ever had while he walked his hands under the waistband of your pajamas.  His long fingers spread across the expanse of your ass, squeezing, rubbing, and eliciting a long, low moan. Your back arched as your arms circled tighter around his shoulders, unwilling to let him loose.  When you broke apart for oxygen, he walked you backwards towards the bedroom.

You stood at the end of the bed, unable to get each others’ clothes off fast enough - your nightshirt flew across the room, his pants were kicked away, until you were in your undies and he only his boxers.  His eyes raked over you with laser precision, not missing a roll or dimple or bump. All you felt was fire - alive, hot, and burning, through every part of you. You reached out for him, wrapping his arms around your back to unclasp your bra and then standing pressed to each other, skin to skin, unable to stop what was going to happen.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He had to ask twice before your brain registered words, and you were so damn hot from him kissing down your body, before you were both naked, you could barely formulate coherent speech.  You pulled him up and kissed him hard, pushing his boxers down while shimmying out of your boy shorts. In between urgent panting breaths, you gave the abbreviated version, before laying down on the bed and watching him prowl up your body, maximizing how much of his skin touched yours.  It didn’t matter, it wasn’t ever going to be enough.

You threw your head back, lifting your body off the bed, the sight of Tom staring through you increasing your arousal by the second.  He started to move off the bed, your protests making him smile while he pulled a condom out of his pants pocket. Before he could open it, you motioned him to travel back up your body.  When he stopped too early you scooted down so his engorged dick was directly over your mouth. You gently held the base, twisting and applying pressure as you moved up and down, feeling the rhythmic pulse of the vein running from root to tip as it bulged in your hand.

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Tom could not believe he was in her room, on her bed.  She was here with him, in London, because she wanted to be - no coercion, no false pretenses, just her quiet confidence in her feelings.  Whatever those feelings were, they were more than reciprocated. She captivated him, from her glee at the surprise, to the scrapbook, to the inscription - they made his heart practically jump out of his chest; he could not believe his luck.  When she opened the door, he wanted to hold her, wanted to kiss her and tell her sweet things she should hear every day of her life, and wanted to be with her in any way she wanted.

Though he wouldn’t have predicted falling asleep together, fully clothed, on the couch in a hotel room as the way his night would end, it was perfect.  They didn’t hold back, just did what felt right at the moment, and it worked. When he woke and heard her quietly singing in the living area, his heart lit up before he even opened his eyes, and when he saw her watching his city, having a cuppa, he was reminded of what attracted him in the first place.  She was peace. She was light. He hoped she was his.

Right now, though, she was under him giving him what may have been the best blow job he had ever experienced.  He kneeled above her face, clenching every muscle below the waist, but as she grabbed his ass and worked him with her mouth, it became increasingly difficult to stay still.  

“Darling, darling, stop.”  As painful as it was - literally - he sat back on his haunches, popping out of her mouth.  He looked at her swollen lips, lusty eyes, and tore open the condom and rolled it on, no fluffing needed. He felt “it” - the desire for everything about her, everything she was, flood his senses.  He could only do one thing, let her feel him, feel how much he felt for her.

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You scooted back to the head of the bed and couldn’t help but run your hands over your full tear-drop breasts, your torso covered in a landscape of lines you were once ashamed of but now knew were your prizes for living and surviving. Tom’s face was...different. He leaned forward over you, capturing your lips in a kiss so simple, so pure while encouraging you to get ready for him to be inside - the only place you wanted him to be.

As he broke the kiss you warned him how loud you could get.

“Guess I’ll have to think of ways to keep that pretty mouth busy, then.”  He nudged your legs wider apart, and proved what a good man he was.

“Do you want this, my love? Do you want me?” It was unfathomable to you that he might think you didn’t, but you gave your consent faster than you thought possible, kissing him in appreciation.

“Yes, please, I’m so ready, I need you so badly baby.”  With his forehead leaning against yours he used his tremendous strength to hold himself up on his forearms while he slid inside.  He was surprised when he didn’t need to slowly inch in, that you were able to take him in without pain, and ask for more, faster, harder almost immediately.

He started rocking back and forth, holding the headboard while following your every command.  You both knew there was no way you would hold back for long, and neither of you wanted to. Within half a dozen strokes, he was so close he could cry, and your entire body felt like lava, completely molten and unable to cool.  You wanted nothing more than to yell out you could not take another second without coming, and he knew. He leaned in, rasping out all the encouragement you needed to let go and cum furiously all over his cock, immediately pulling him with you over the edge.

If it was possible to feel like lead and air at the same time, you were there.Your body hadn’t been fucked that gloriously in a very long time, and it filled you with an afterglow that anyone would see, but also with the need for sleep.  To sleep, perchance to dream of this wonderful man breathing deeply beside you, watching you adoringly, and wanting nothing more than to stay right where he was for as long as you wanted him.  

Chapter 6