#thank yooouu this was fun

[zanukavat]

got tagged by @paperweight-jellyfish !! <3

Rules: Tag 10 (or less) people you want to get to know better

relationship status: i have a qpp who i love dearly!! :]

favorite color: turquoise!! Especially the darker variants that youll see in deeper tropical seas. Gorgeous color, i love it. It often shares my first place with purple, but if i had to really choose one of them, itd be turquoise.

song stuck in my head: Eat Your Young - Hozier love this song so much, my partner showed it to me when it came out and ive been listening to it a lot since. Hozier never misses

three favorite foods: prosciutto pizza, chicken with rice and vegetables, and Phở gà (vietnamese chicken noodle soup)

last song I listened to: Dummy - Portugal. The Man absolute banger. also apparently this song was in a taco bell commercial once? lmao i didnt know

dream trip: id love to visit california someday, ive never been to the US in general. other than that, would like to have a long holiday in spain with a couple of friends and just chill :3 just hang out at the beach in the evenings, no worries no pressure no work

last thing(s) i googled: here are some highlights lmao

i wont tag 10 people but if you see this and want to do it feel free!!

@sculkies @wizardfvcker @chawashere :]

[bugborgs]

my god just read most of ur fic without knowing it was you and...welp you're really our strongest bugborg soldier your depiction of them is perfect in everyway and you definitly paved the way of my obsession for them since I've looked at the tag for the first time on tumblr

one of us one of us one of us

HEHE THANK YOOOUU that's very kind of you!! i really enjoy these two, whether it's drawing or writing them there is just something about both these characters on their own and bugborg as a ship that just makes me insaaaane they're so fun to write and draw. thank you for reading!!

i hope you enjoy your stay in the bugborg tag, there's a lot of great bugborg art and fic and posts in there and a lot of lovely bugborg fans around - without them i probably wouldn't be half as motivated as i am to keep the tag active!

if you ever wanna talk bugborg feel free to hit me up! i love talking about these fools lol

[kate-bot]

Not a question but I wanted to say I absolutely ADORE your art style and animations! Have a good day/night! :DD

EEEE THANK YOOOUU!!!!! I’m having sm fun doing them so i’m so glad you’re enjoying them too!! hopefully i will be able to make more soon so stay tuned !!!! I hope you have a good day / night as well !!!!!!!:)

[ifishouldvanish]

Get To Know You!

Tagged by @red-hot-moon . Thank yooouu 💕

→ Last Song Listened To:

"Real Thing" by Alice In Chains 🤘

→ Currently Reading:

Crimes Against Nature by Karl Jacoby (nonfiction, the national park system as a tool of colonialism)

The Only Good Indians by Stephen Graham Jones (fiction, horror)

→ Currently Watching:

Nothing, really. Other than watching my wife play a bunch of souls-like games. She is on fire and has completed Demon's Souls, Lies of P, Bloodborne, and Dark Souls 3 in the span of like, 6 weeks 🎮🔥

→ Currently Obsessed With:

The Castlevania series 🫠 Olrox has me in a chokehold 😔💕

Tagging → @ver-ironica @klairabelle @morgana-lefay @amazzyblaze @raimagnolia, anyone who sees this and thinks it looks fun and wants to do it ☺️

[mismess]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEKKO!!!

ive been following you for a little bit now, and your art gen makes my day whenever i see it!! I love seeing all your little doodles and the fun fandoms you’re in :3 Wishing you an absolutely wonderful birthday mutual!!!!

MR MEOW !!!!! WE LOVE TO SEE HIM YAAAY =^-^= THANK YOOOUU WOUGH you are very kind I'm glad my art brings joy, I had a lovely day made even lovelier by the nice messages <3 wishing you a wonderful day too my lovely mutual o7

[storiesofsvu]

I just got into reading character x reader works, and I fell in love with your writing style. Decadent Desires was the perfect amount of smut and relationship building considering the agreement started with a contract.

I enjoy your natural flow of dialogue that is spot on for known characters and how you work the reader in so naturally. I also love how you know when to end a story. It just ends at the perfect time, giving satisfaction to the story. I mean, I would love for things to go on forever, but a proper story has a conclusion that makes the reader happy- regardless of the kind of story it is. You invoke the right emotion at the end.

I'm looking forward to more Emily Prentiss, she is my favorite and I saw you had more in the works from another ask.

Looking forward to it. Xo - a new fan

It’s kinda weird at first, right?! 😂😂 i dont know how old you are but when i first started writing fanfic way back at 14, if you wrote in an OC half the time you got flamed for it cause it was a “mary sue” meaning “you just want to insert yourself into the story to make out with ____ character” and now i have people sending me asks all “emily x reader. Super kinky, i need her to ✨rail✨ me into next week” 😂😂 wild how the times change LOL.

Thank you so much! 💞 i do really like how this story ended up balanced out. I was debating some smut in the last chapter but i think it wrapped up nicely without it.

🥹🥹 you’re so kind nonny! Thank yooouu!! I truly do take pride in getting characterization right & i love making yn’s multidimentional & into their own characters rather than just leaving them bland & up to interpretation. Its more fun! Lol

There will ALWAYS be emily content on this blog, that is something you can trust in! 😂👀👀 glad you’re here & sticking around🩵🩵🩷🩷

*not my gif*

[the-beleza-muscadine]

Hi Beleza ! Do you have any fashion tips ? I love your wardrobe

Oh my gosh!!! Thank yooouu 💎

My biggest fashion tip is to make sure that you're doing it for self expression. It's great if your fashion sense impresses other people and whatever, but the most important thing to remember is that you look good for yourself.

A lot of folks think my outfits, jewelry, makeup, and nails are "gaudy", but I'm just being myself 🩵 if they don't like it, they can deal with it! Have fun, fashion is an art form, darling 💎

[fangirlanxiety74]

Hrmmm…,,.,,, now what do I think of yooouu….,,,..

Well… okay.

When I first started on Tumblr, I had… no real confidence in my art. I was doing it for fun, but… I also never much liked what I produced. So, when I started garnering attention and people started especially noticing my work, it was… scary. Overwhelming. Exciting, of course, but… it was a lot for a 14ish y/o to deal with.

Then I got into IHNM and… wowzers. Suddenly there was this thing that I could just stick to. Enjoy and draw for with no real thought behind it. I had this sudden burst of “I want to create!!!! I want to join people and have fun and be silly and not think about if my art has to be good or not!!” And… man. Out of the blue I was just having raw fun with something.

But… still. As much fun as I was having, I was so scared to… share that enjoyment. Let people see my silly AUs and hear me ramble about my OCs. But, again!! People liked it!!! People who I thought were really cool were actually giving my silly stuff attention.

And this username kept popping up- on every reblog with tags that made me laugh, or smile, or just feel genuine honor- there was the same name. Ofc, it was yours.

Then I joined the Belly of AM Discord, and!!! Oh my god, people knew who I was there!!!! I’d chatted with a few through tumblr, sure, but for those people to welcome me into their little group with name alone? Ahhh!!!!

And, especially, there was you. You listened to all my rambles, replied to me in chats, talked to me through VC, stumbled through my insane texts and just… you were just always there.

And then you put out a hand, and started reaching to be present, out of fandom. Out of reality.

Thank you for being a friend. For being so encouraging, and kind, and welcoming, and- human, really.

I was in a dark place when I first started speaking to you on a more personal level- had been for a while, and… kinda still am. But you, and everyone I’ve met through Tumblr and Discord, have aided me in achieving a much healthier mindset.

I don’t know where I’d be without a friend like you. I don’t know where I’d be with people like you. And it all sounds weird to say, but!! man… I’m really glad I get to be part of your day-to-day. You’ve brought me to a place I didn’t think I’d be- both from just being yourself, and from you lifting me up.

Thank you for being my friend. Really. I hope, whatever future lies ahead, is one where you’re happy. I know it, actually. Someone like you gets a happy ending.

-Beento

I-

*sigh* Okay.

Honestly? I did not expect us to have close friends. I really did, genuinely, want to befriend you but I'm shy about these things, so the best I could do was just, let you know I loved your artwork and OCs through tags and replies and whatnot!!! And I was perfectly cool with it. I loved your art, and your AUs, and this creative energy you had going on and it helped me get out of my funk I had been stuck in for ages where I wasn't writing or drawing or doing anything. Because, I wanted to have the same courage you had to put myself out there!!!

And then you joined the discord, and I got super excited, because "Oh!!! I know this person!!! We're mutuals, and we get along, and now I get to see more of their content and I get to learn more about them!!!"

And I did, and it was great!!! And then we started rping together, and talking about OCs with each other, and it just kinda blossomed and I got to see *you* blossom into this super amazing person that really had an impact on my life, even if it doesn't seem like it first glance!!! Like, man, I'm so so so happy to have gotten to meet you.

And then when we started actually, opening up to each other, and talking on vc and whatnot? I felt like. Honored, ig? That you wanted to in the first place??? That you LIKED and CARED for my OCs, and even more, cared for ME??? As much as I care for you, even!!!

I meant what I said. I'm so proud of you. Of all the things you've had to face, and the things you're facing now, and the things you'll face eventually; I'm proud of you for doing it! For making it out! For still, being here, existing, making my life and the lives of everyone else better, and for you choosing to make yourself better, even if it's hard to do right now!!! You're literally so incredible, I cannot stress that enough. And I'm really honored that you allow me to be there to support you and cheer you on while you go and do incredible things!!! For letting me be a part of your life.

I feel like I could go on about this but I'd just, be rambling on in circles. But like, bottom line:

Thank you. And I care about you, immensely. And I really do wish you the best in everything you do.

And never forget where it all started: Me feeling very strongly about Benny telling AM about the FNAF lore.

It's crazy what FNAF can do to bring people together /hj

[hiodoshi-ao]

Overwhelmed with how amazing today already is and I'm feeling extremely physically ill atm... LmAO Just rolling with it. 😵‍💫

I'm sad I didn't prepare anything for Louis' birthday... I wish I did. Maybe next year if I'm still in the fandom. I might be. I've always low-key been a Louie. You can maybe see his pretty face's influence on the fan art I've drawn of anime boys 😎

I'll be sharing other people's works later maybe today!!! I'm so proud of all the creators in our fandom as well. I was wondering if this fandom was still alive until I ran into a random YouTube comment.

Excuse me, I feel so delirious from how sick I feel. So surprisingly happy too?? I'd take medicine but I've already been taking ibuprofen and acetaminophen almost every day due to other pains... I caught something from my best friend this time. LOL 😅 All the mental pain from this year and the years of holiday trauma didn't prepare me for tonight. I really don't expect anything?? 😭

Another thing, I have some request art for people that I wanted to take care of in 2 days... I almost made it but the last few days were... Extremely heavy and toxic, I'm sorry. I was asking people to request me, too. I'm so embarrassed, but life can be a rollercoaster like that I suppose... 🙁 If either of the two lovely people are reading this, YOU'LL BE HEARING FROM ME SOON HOPEFULLY 😭

All my amazing mooties, artists, writers, editors, and absolutely hILAROUS people I follow, and the people who liked my personal posts before, the people who've been so nice to me here... You have no idea how much you've brightened my asocial ass life. If I sound like a broken record, it's because I am. I really need to reach out to people more, but It's so difficult for me to 🥲

Whether you post(ed) something earlier in the year, today, later, know that I love you, I love you, I love yooouu, thank you for brightening our dashes with your posts!! I'm so proud of you. You have no idea! 🥰

Anyway... because Idk how to change the topic 😓

My sis & I are both sober hobby artists, btw lol

What sprung these feelings... Not the the holiday spirit, tbh, not LOUIS FUCKING TOMLINSON'S BIRTHDAY. (IT'S ADDING TO IT NOW THOUGH LMAO 😭😭😭)

I listened to one of the most engaging & fun No Sleep Podcasts with my sister. It's 1am now but I'll be up for a little longer because she asked. It's all horror. Lol The last one we listened to hit so close to home at one point, but I couldn't completely focus because I was so shook at how my line art was coming out?? I made one of my life achievements before the year ended?? Like wHAT?? IT'S AN X-MAS EVE MIRACLE 😭😭😭

Gonna try to keep it up when I feel less sick... and a lil during. ✌️🤪 I HOPE THIS MEANS YOU ALL WILL GET MORE ART FROM ME??! That's so exciting?? I wanna be more proud of myself on my art journey next year... Once I find a job, a therapist and get on meds again, maybe that could be a reality for me...

My sister also made the most lovely gift for someone on the spot. She doesn't see how absolutely adorable & beautiful it is, but I do. I took some pics cuz it was that satisfying to look at?? I WANNA MAKE FANART OF IT.

We both need to believe in ourselves more... Gonna show her the photos of the cow I took in a couple of months. I hope she sees what I see some day. That's one of my holiday wishes 🥺

[the-lazyyy-artist]

I'm having a great day now!! ✨❤️

I'm always so happy to see and hear you two are progressing everytime *sobs* oooh the aggressions are back!!! And lemme take the cheek pinching offer now!!! *Chomps your cheek instead!!!*

(for dearest mod: huhu really? 🥺🥺 Oh mod, you're too cute!! I just wanna say thanks a lot for creating this ask/rp blog for Bachira. It makes me so happy that you, along with the other BLLK rp-ers, are doing your bestest to portray these characters on Tumblr, and I really appreciate each and every one of you!! Somehow, discovering this community of rp-ers just made my stay on Tumblr more fun because I get to interact with you!! And I really hope you're doing well! Hugs to yooouu ✨❤️)

Bachi-boooo!! How's my favorite sunshine boy? Got the cuteness agression because I saw some of you pictures on Pinterest while looking for references and I just *sobs* you're just too adorable!!!

Anyway have a great day, Bachi-kun! ✨❤️

DENISSSSEEE \⁠(⁠๑⁠╹⁠◡⁠╹⁠๑⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♬

It's so nice to see you again (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♪

I'm good~ earlier at practice today @worlds-best-striker scored such an amazing goal it inspired me to no limit :00

So i ended up scoring a goal for myself too 🤭😙🎶

Hehe is that so? xD

You can pull my cheeks if you want, i won't mind :T

YOU TOO!! HAVE A GREAT DAY DENISSE KUN!!! 🤩

[ mod : sobbing. This ask is so positive, it elevated my shitty mood even though it isn't directed at me haha! You're amazing Denisse! ]

[pynkhues]

8, 10, 31 for shauna shipman!

8. Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

As an adult? Whiskey and HGTV, haha. I feel like it's her fastest way to unwind and something that loosens her back up – a distraction from her husband, her daughter, but also a sort of shortcut to keep memories at bay. An escape into other people's homes, other people's lives, because while some people see indulgence as a way into your own body, Shauna's always seen it as a way out of hers.

10. Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

I actually don't think Shauna's particularly neurotic? Like I think Taissa and Jackie both are much more neurotic than Shauna is, haha, but I do think Shauna's fairly methodical and can maybe be a little neurotic in that way. I think she likes certain things done her way, particularly in preparing the game while they're in the woods, and while she doesn't really see it as a neuroses, I think she knows it's something she's particular about. Most of the girls let her do it though, but I think both her husband and daughter would be freaked out to see her do it now.

31. Most prized possession?

Definitely Jackie's soccer uniform. I feel like that's sort of canon, but I also love it as this symbol of Shauna holding onto something of what they were before. In a lot of ways, Jeff's sort of that too, but weirdly I think the uniform is more precious to Shauna because it's untouched and untarnished and something purely Jackie's, symbolic of her when she really was the team captain, and a marker of their relationship that's easier to hold onto than Jeff or the memories of the woods.

Excessively detailed tumblr headcanons

[achillesmercury1996]

Thanks for the tags, @dearscone and @woosansang ❤❤

Rules: post your lock screen, the last song you listened to and the last photo you saved

I tag: @embersjanuary @blueeyedrichie and anyone else who wants to do this, too ❤❤❤

[magnificentmisfits]

"You got old."

from here! (x)

.......that happens when you're human

*to herself* half-human at least

[troublesomesnitch]

oh my god THANK YOU! I haven't written anything in years, and it's so fun to get back into it. Your fics were part of the reason I started again! Thank yooouu

Abraham (Grantchester) x Reader

Inspired by Ewanmitchellcrumb's amazing Abraham fics, in particular this one.

Contents: smut. first kiss, making out, dry humping, handjob. Porn without plot (and porn without penetration).

Warnings: arranged marriage, oldfashioned gender roles and attitudes towards sex and marriage. Abraham being dickish (but he's trying to be nicer)

Words: 3600

Purity culture and dry humping, name a more iconic duo, i'll wait.

-

The rain is beating hard against the tin roof.

You are huddled up against the wall, your arms wrapped tightly around your legs to keep warm. You had gone out for an afternoon walk to find some peace and quiet, and maybe pick some of the first little spring flowers, when you were suddenly caught in a torrential downpour. Not too keen on the idea of sprinting all the way home, you scrambled to take shelter in the first place you could think of: a dilapidated shed at the edge of a muddy field. The old farmer used to store tools and machinery there, but now it stands abandoned and in disrepair, full of cobwebs and mouse droppings.

If one was alone it might be quite an unnerving place, located as it is right on the border of the woods.

But you are not alone.

Abraham is sitting right across from you, dressed in his usual plaid jacket and red neckerchief, his long legs stretched out on the floor. When you stumbled inside he was already there, having sought shelter from the rain himself.

You only narrowly managed to convince him to stay.

As a young, unmarried girl, you are not supposed to be alone with men. Not even with Abraham - especially not with Abraham. The two of you will be getting married in just over a month, but the rules of courtship are strict, and every minute you spend with him must be chaperoned. Something that he has, surprisingly, taken very seriously. Maybe because his first attempt at an engagement didn't exactly work out as planned.

Still, your parents are satisfied with the match, and for the most part, you are too. Abraham is quite handsome, you think, with those splendid blue eyes, and he's just a few years older than you. A little rough around the edges, but he doesn't mind hard work, and he is good with children and animals, and those are fine qualities in a man.

Sometimes, he lets you sit and watch while he cares for his horses; cleans their stalls and their hooves, brushes their coats, takes them out to the pasture for excercise. He speaks so calmly to them, firm voice when they disobey him and soft when they are skittish or scared, and there is something so endearing about it. You wonder if he will speak to you in the same way once you're married. Harsh when you disappoint him, but gentle when he lies on top of you at night. You'd like that, you think.

Right now, Abraham doesn't speak to you at all. It is not too out the ordinary, as he isn't particularly talkative in the first place, but you had hoped that being alone with you might loosen him up a little. Instead, it seems to have had the opposite effect, and for the past twenty minutes or so, he has occupied himself with throwing pebbles and broken bits of plaster at a glass jar on the floor.

Not the most riveting pastime - but it does give you an idea.

"How about we make a game of it" you suggest, when the silence has become so deafening you can hardly bear it. "Best of five. If you win, I'll bring you lunch tomorrow - anything you want."

"Yea?" Abraham hums, looking up and right at you, clearly intrigued.

"And If I win - " you pause, a deep scarlet blush creeping up your neck. "If I win, I want a kiss".

"No" he says, right away and with a stern expression, his mouth forming a thin line.

"Just one -"

"No" he repeats, but it's a little softer this time, and he gives you a cocky half-smile. "You'll get one soon enough, don't you worry about that".

"But I won't win" you try. "You know I won't. Or" - you eye him teasingly- "do you really think you might loose to a girl?"

It's the same argument you would use against your little brother, and when Abraham's face settles into something very offended, you can hardly believe it actually worked. But all boys are the same apparently, even when they're grown men. Always have something to prove to the world and themselves and each other.

"I win - " he grumbles, "you bring lunch every day, rest of the week. And your mum's cider."

It's Wednesday today. Four days isn't a lot, you can manage that. There's not much cider left, but Mum will understand, she'll be happy to know that you're taking good care of your soon-to-be husband.

"Alright then" you nod. "You go first."

The odds are against you, because Abraham has had plenty of time to practice already, something you forgot to consider when you issued the challenge. But you are determined put up a good fight, not only because you ache to know what kissing is like, but also because you want to know what Abraham is like. If he's rough or gentle. If he's a passionate lover, or someone who just wants you to lie still and be quiet when he performs his marital duties.

As expected, his first stone goes straight into the glass; yours unfortunately bounces off the side of it. But then Abraham narrowly misses his second one, while yours actually hits the intended target. It gives you at least a glimmer of hope.

And then, something happens. Something very strange.

Abraham picks a rather large stone, but he overshoots by just a little and it lands on the dusty floor.

And the next one does too. And the one after that.

It must be on purpose, it must be. But his face betrays nothing at all, only the same disgruntled expression he always wears, and soon there's only one pebble left. Your very last one, and it lands in the glass with a loud plink.

"I won" you state, in complete disbelief, and the corners of Abraham's mouth twitch up a little.

"Looks like it, yea"

You eye him with suspicion. "But you hit - you got four in a row just before we started -".

"Beginner's luck" he shrugs, rising to his feet and brushing his hands on his trousers. When you hesitate, he cocks his head. "C'mere".

You do not need to be told twice, instantly flitting to his side and tilting up your face like you've seen ladies do in the movies. Abraham breathes deeply, and he places his hands on your waist to pull you closer. He smells nice, like fresh rain and firewood and a little bit like damp wool. You close your eyes.

"You ever kissed a man before?" he murmurs, so close that you can feel his warm breath fanning over your face.

You shake your head - of course you haven't.

There's no response to that, only calloused hands touching your face, Abraham's nose brushing your temple. He bends his head, and when he presses his lips to yours, you are not prepared for how soft they are, and how warm, and how gentle. His mouth opens slightly, his tongue slipping just past your lips, and then he releases your face and pulls back.

"There" he mutters, but you are not ready to part from him yet. Your hands cling to his jacket and your eyes are heavy and hooded when they flutter open.

"Again" you breathe.

He shouldn't, he really shouldn't, you are absolutely not allowed to do such things before the wedding. But Abraham is a young man, and since your engagement was officially agreed upon, he has surprisingly managed to stay out of trouble - mostly, at least - and away from neglected young housewives and the reverend's shapely daughters. It has been... a while since he last touched a girl, and you are the prettiest little thing, with your wet, parted lips and your hair frizzed from the rain. How could he possibly resist when you're looking up at him like that, begging for more?

Your first kiss was sweet and demure, but this time, Abraham wraps both arms around your waist and runs his hands up your back. He nibbles at your lower lip before he slides his tongue into your mouth, deeper this time, so he can brush it against your own. When you mewl it goes straight to his crotch, and he deepens the kiss, tilting your head to the side with a finger under your chin.

You mustn't, you shouldn't, you can't, but your body is burning with want, and you think Abraham's must be too. He's holding you closer, letting his hands wander over your body, your hips, your waist, the small of your back. They move to squeeze your bottom, and when he pushes his hips forward, there's something hard poking at your stomach.

It sends a jolt of excitement down your spine.

In theory, you know what a man looks like under his clothes. The men work outside in the summer, and many take off their shirts and roll up the legs of their trousers in the heat. But you have never seen a man fully naked, and you have never felt a man's body pressed up against you like this. Abraham's chest is hard, and his shoulders are broad, and his arms feel so strong when they're wrapped around you. He moves to kiss just below your ear, and you take the opportunity to let your hands roam tentatively over his chest and his stomach, even reaching under his jacket to feel the warmth of his skin through his shirt.

It's nice, but it isn't enough to satisfy your curiosity. You want to touch him there.

Abraham breaks the kiss when he feels your hand inching towards his crotch, but he doesn't stop you. Just looks at you stunned, with darkened eyes and a slight flush across his handsome nose. His... his - cock is straining in his pants, and you brush your fingers over the bulge, feeling how he hardens even more at your touch. It is clumsy and inexperienced, but Abraham still closes his eyes, and his hand comes down to cover yours and press it harder against him.

It feels good for him, despite your lack of practice; you can tell. You cup his crotch, and he lets out a sharp breath and bucks right into your palm. You tilt your face up again to kiss along his jaw as you rub him through his trousers, feeling how he swells and throbs from your touch, until he suddenly swats your hand away.

You worry that you have overstepped, or done something that hurt him, but he leans over you, and tugs at your hips - to pull you down with him, you realise. Right down to the floor, although he is at least gallant enough to shrug of his jacket and lay you on that, rather than directly on the ground.

Immediately, he starts on the buttons of your coat, almost ripping the garment open to part it from your chest. His hands greedily palm your breasts, covered only by your dress and the brassiere underneath, and he squeezes your flesh; pinches your nipples through the fabric and rolls them under his thumbs. They stiffen from his touch and he leans over you and brushes his mouth against your chest, even latching onto one pert nipple, sucking and biting until your dress is wet from his spit.

It makes you whine with both pleasure and pain, and surprise too. You have never been touched like this before, never felt wanted like this before. Abraham's eyes are dark with lust, and it is almost frightening how determined he looks when he hooks a hand under each of your knees to push them apart.

You gasp when he lays over you. His body is warm, and heavy, and it feels so right to lie like this underneath him, caged in by his arms and with your thighs spread wide around his hips. His cock is big and hard and he presses the thick bulge between your legs, and grunts softly at the feeling. You can't help but wonder how many girls have been underneath him before, because he's so unabashed in the way he pushes his hips against yours, so eager when he starts rocking back and forth, clearly mimicking... other things.

Your hands cling to his shirt and you arch up to kiss him again, sighing when catches your lip between his teeth. They don't kiss like this in the movies. At least not in the ones you have seen. Your mouth is wide open, and Abraham is absolutely devouring it, licking your lips, shoving his tongue all the way to the back of your throat. It is rough and needy, and there's a trail of spit between you when he pulls back to catch his breath.

If someone found out, you'd be in so much trouble. Abraham is on you, and his cock is stiff, and he is moving so intimately against you, but you can't bring yourself to stop him. It feels wonderful, having his weight on top of you, having his hard cock pressed against your center. His bulge is big and hard and heavy between your thighs, and he's groaning as he rubs it against you, rolling his hips steadily, rhythmically. As though he was really inside you, and you are not sure if it's on purpose or pure instinct, or maybe a bit of both.

It has you swooning, just thinking about it. How badly he must want you, how needy he must feel, his cock all hard and swollen and his balls so full of his - his come. The thought of it makes you sigh, makes you feel soaking wet, makes that tingling warmth spread even faster in your loins. There are so many things are happening in your body; the kissing, the rubbing, the pressure between your legs - God you've never felt anything like it. You squirm underneath him and spread your thighs wider.

it makes Abraham groan, your hands on his chest and the way your hips are bucking and circling against his cock, and fuck he'll go crazy if you keep making those noises, those soft little whimpers. His cock is pulsing and his balls are pulled tight, and seeing your face all twisted with pleasure has him leaking already.

Truthfully, it was Pal's idea that he should pursue you, just like it was Pal who first spoke to your father on his behalf - but as you are a sweet and pretty girl, Abraham could see no reason why he shouldn't go along with it. He is a grown man, and a grown man needs a wife, and he likes looking at your legs when you help your mother with the laundry. Especially when you wear that grey dress that is a little too tight around your hips. Once you're married he will buy you a brand new one, and a nice pair of shoes with a little heel, and you'll be such a pretty little wife, cooking his meals and washing his clothes and giving him kisses when he comes home.

He moves faster, pressing his hard bulge even tighter against you, and you can feel something building in your body, though you are only barely aware of what it is. Your muscles are tightening and tensing up, desperate for a release that you instinctively know how to find, and you arch your hips up and rub frantically against Abraham's cock. You need more, more friction, more pressure just there, and you hook a leg over his back so you can push up better. Abraham lets you chase your peak, even helps you along by sliding his hand underneath your bottom to press you tighter against him. He is utterly mesmerised by the sight, your blissful expression as you shamelessly use his body for your own pleasure, sighing and whimpering and grinding your little cunt so desperately against him.

When he kisses you again, all the tension breaks.

You gasp, and Abraham watches you intently as a series of tiny little shivers run through your body. A very gentle climax - your first, by the looks of it. You writhe and moan beneath him, and when the waves of your orgasm settle, you are all blushed and looking up at him with glazed, love-struck eyes.

He could probably coax you into sleeping with him right now if he wanted to, but in a - frankly rare - moment of chivalry, he decides against it. You're a sweet girl, saving yourself for marriage and all. Your first time should be somewhere nicer than in this cold, filthy shed.

One way or another though, he will make you finish him off properly, and he sits back on his heels and quickly unbuckles his belt. Abraham's cock is impressive in size, and he is very proud of it; always enjoys the look of amazement on a girl's face when he frees it from his trousers.

You look equal parts intrigued and horrified. It is much bigger than you had anticipated, long, pink and bulbous at the tip, and he boldly gives it a few quick tugs as you watch. Even in his hand it looks massive, and you wonder how on earth it'll ever fit inside you, but that is an issue for another day, because Abraham mutters here and reaches for your hand. Your fingers wrap cautiously around his shaft, and it is hard, stiff, and yet so soft at the same time. You have no idea what to do, but Abraham's hand closes over yours, guiding the strength of your grip and the pace of your strokes.

It turns out that pleasing a man is not difficult at all. All you have to do is move your hand up and down, dragging the skin over the tip of his cock and back down again in a quick and firm rhythm. Abraham dips his head into the crook of your neck, and his hands come up to fondle your breasts, his teeth gritted and his eyes squeezed shut. You quickly grow more comfortable with the motion, and you slip your other hand between his legs to fondle his balls too - carefully, as you know that is a very delicate area for a man. They feel big, and hairy, and heavy in your hand, and he moans when you squeeze them lightly, trying your best to massage them in a way that gives him pleasure.

It would seem that you succeed, because it isn't long before Abraham's body tenses and his balls tighten right in your grip.

" - gonna come" he grunts, and you can't help but hold your breath in anticipation.

Abraham groans, and his cock pulses in your hand, and then his semen starts spurting from the tip. There's so much of it, spilling all over your fingers in thick, sticky ropes, and you keep stroking him through his peak, taking in his ragged breaths, the shallow jerks of his hips, the deep furrow of his brow. It is the loveliest thing you've ever laid eyes on, and when he stills your hand and collapses next to you on the floor, your chest swells with pride. You made him do that.

"Fuck" he pants. There's a lock of hair sticking to his forehead, and you are dying to reach over and gently brush it back, but you are too shy to be so familiar.

"Was it good?" you ask instead, hoping for praise or maybe a nice compliment, but Abraham just gives a hoarse laugh as he tucks his cock back into his trousers. You look away. Despite what you did just a moment ago, looking at it now feels terribly indecent.

Outside, the rain has stopped, the wind has died down, and it is high time for you to return home. You wipe your hand clean with a handkerchief - you can rinse it in the stream on the way back - and turn away from him as you smooth out your skirt and button your coat.

"What do you want" Abraham asks suddenly. "For your wedding gift. What do you want?"

Immediately, you start going through all the lists in your head - there are a hundred things to consider when setting up a new household, clothes and dishware and furnishing, and the little hope chest under your bed is already filled to the brim.

"Well-" you begin, "I'll get linens from my mother, and you already have the stove sorted, and Cora said we could have her old cast iron skillet, but we should probably start saving for a -"

"No" he interrupts, impatiently. "Forget all that, what do you want from me"

He looks sheepish and uncomfortable and it takes you a moment to realise that he is trying to be attentive - maybe even romantic.

It makes you want to throw your arms around his neck.

"I don't know" you mutter, blushing all over again. "I haven't thought about it - you don't have to give me anything"

"I'll get you something. Something pretty, yea?" he grins, wide enough that his cheeks crease and dimple - God, he's awfully charming sometimes, when he wants to be.

You blush even deeper, picking at your nails and responding with an awkward yes, yeah alright.

Abraham doesn't say anything after that, already back to his usual sullen demeanor - but right before the door closes behind you, he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you back to kiss you right on the mouth.

You make your way back home, warm all over from the kiss and the excitement and the lingering heat in your core. And maybe a little bit just from the very thought of Abraham himself.

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also I’m keeping your other message unanswered so I can look at it when I check my inbox because 1) it cracks me up cuz I too clutch my bisexual heart when pretty buff shark ladies appear and 2) I’m a superstitious assbutt who wants to keep your well-wishes in my inbox hoping it’ll make them happen (lucky happy mistakes are always much needed)

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YOOO AENONS JELLYFISH HAIR SOUNDS SO COOL

THANK YOOOUU! It IS really cool! Or at least I think so. Fun fact, when I say their hair acts like jellyfish tendrils, I really mean it. When Aenon's type of mer live in their home areas of the ocean, their hair can be used to catch prey, and even attack enemies with low to mid voltages of electricity. Their hair also can glow and can be used to bait prey.

Aenon's people also tend to keep their 'hair' up in ponytails or buns, especially amongst friends and family. This means they are relaxed and trust those they are around. So, if their hair is down, well. This means they don't trust you, are scared, or are ready to fight.