#also in which i wear a bikini so as to not actually look naked to innocent passersby

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Confidence Booster

You get advice from Aphrodite on how to feel more self-confident in yourself and get a new outfit, but your lover is quick to assure you otherwise that you have no reason to feel self-conscious.

It had been a rough couple of weeks on your confidence, once again, swimsuit season was upon you, girls wearing bikinis and more risqué looking swimsuits, men ogling, and for flat chested girls like you, it was the envious time of year. You had been feeling a bit shy around your lover, feeling inadequate; he had noticed your change in mood and the slight change in your wardrobe, where you were wearing looser tops, ones that hid your figure a bit more, on top at least. Aphrodite was the one who actually approached you, having also seen the change in your demeanor and had seen your envious looks at her and other, more endowed, women. She wasn’t cruel or teasing in anyway and actually gave me some great words of wisdom that the sexiest thing on women was confidence. If a woman was comfortable in a swimsuit, the air of confidence is what gets men to look at her, not just the half-naked body. She told you to get some clothes, a new outfit that would make you feel confident and to wear it around your lover and see his reaction. You were a bit hesitant at first but wanted to try anything that would help, and you immediately went out shopping.

According to the ladies in the shop, this dress had been dubbed the Virgin Killer Dress, which was a bit intimidating, but once you had it on, you felt so naughty, but at the same time, exhilarated, something deep inside you swelling up and you instantly bought it. Once home, you tried it on again, looking at yourself in the floor length mirror you had in your bedroom, a faint blush on your cheeks but a smile on your lips. You felt so pretty and sexy! For the first time in weeks, you felt confident about your looks, twirling in front of the mirror, before you beamed, your hands on your hips before they smoothed across your belly, feeling the soft fabric, “I wonder what he’ll think about this dress.” Your bedroom door opened, and you turned, eyes wide as your eyes met his own.

-Buddha- He blinked once, then twice, eyes wide, seeing the dress on your thin body, swallowing hard as he saw that your back was bare before his eyes went back to your face that was bright red. You weren’t ready to show him this dress just yet, not mentally prepared, but obviously he was as he quickly entered, stalking towards you. You squeaked, stepping back towards your closet and his hands slammed down on either side of your head, pinning you to the closet door as you looked up at him. His eyes were blown wide, and steam seemed to be coming from his mouth as he smirked, his bright eyes looking at you, over the top of his glasses, “I know we made plans to go out, but I think we’re going to stay here instead.” His wild, almost feral look made your own body grow hot as your breath hitched, his hands going to your shoulders, sliding down your bare back as he pulled you closer, a soft whine escaping you before his hands slid forward, pulling the dress so your chest was exposed, the dress bunched in the middle. He licked his lips like you were one the tastiest treats he had ever seen before he kneeled, grabbing your right thigh before hiking it up over his shoulder as his other hand, his nails, scratched gently down your body from your shoulder, over one of your nipples, making you jolt slightly as he grinned up at you, eyes bright, “I’m going to devour you!” Needless to say, he liked the dress and requested you to wear it more often.

-Hercules- He turned white in shock, eyes wide and jaw dropped, seeing you standing there in such an outfit. Your breath hitched as you faced him, your hands coming up to your chest and he saw the skin of your exposed back in the mirror. You turned a bit shy, seeing his reaction, quietly pondering if he liked it or not, twirling a piece of hair around your index finger, “Do- do you like it?” his shocked façade quickly dropped as he stood up straight, making it look like he was towering over you, shadows covering the top part of his face, but you could see the red glints of his eyes. You felt like a rabbit staring at a lion, as a little squeak escaped your lips. You took a step back and tripped over the shirt you had been wearing earlier, falling back and he froze, seeing a pair of pale pink panties now on full display and instantly he lunged, pinning you to the ground. You didn’t see this side of Hercules very often, as he was usually sweet and gentle around you, but you weren’t complaining as his hands grabbed your hips, moving so his hips were between your legs as he seemed to leer down at you, “I’m not going to be gentle- not today. Not while you look like this.” the smile on your lips betrayed your blush as he could see that you were happy with his reaction as you grabbed the front of his shirt, batting your eyes demurely up at him as he was quick to descend down onto you.

-Poseidon- He folded his arms under his own chest, an eyebrow rising as he took in the outfit you were wearing. It was rather alluring, almost naughty. He approached with a small sound leaving him, one you couldn’t place as he circled you like a stalking shark, looking at your body, making you feel a bit shy. He saw that you were nervous and grabbed your chin, his grip firm but not hurting as he made you look up at him, “Is this what you and Aphrodite were talking about?” You glanced away for a moment as his hand dropped from your chin, moving instead to your shoulder, circling again, his hand trailing down your bare back slowly. The more he saw the more he grew closer to jumping your bones as you answered him, “She told me to get something that makes me feel confident in myself.” Your words surprised him, as your felt his hand still, only for a moment, before he embraced you from behind, one hand sliding across your lower belly to grip the opposite hip while the other trailed up your body to your neck, giving it a soft squeeze, meant to get your attention. He turned you both so you were staring at the mirror, the hand on my hip lowering to grab the end of the dress, pulling it up so he could see the pale blue panties you were wearing, his favorite pair. He hummed softly into your neck before pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder, “I need to show you how sexy you are then, so you never doubt yourself again.” Your breath hitched as he sat down on top of the kotatsu in your room, making you sit on his lap, your legs over his, holding you open so he could see everything in the mirror as he let out a small growl, his hand lowering from your neck and down to your hips.

-Hades- He was on you in almost an instant, pinning you to the closet door, one hand pinning both of your wrists above your head while the other was cupping your cheek, one leg slid between your own, forcing them apart. You were surprised by his forwardness as his eyes seemed to burn into your own, a dark smirk appearing on his lips as his tongue poked out to lick them, “My-my, such a provocative outfit, my little rabbit. Was this what you were talking to Aphrodite about~ to learn how to seduce me?” You couldn’t help but stammering, face flushed which made his grin widen before you looked away, a bit shy before you gave a soft nod, “She gave me advice on what to do to be more confident in myself.” This made him pause, his hand releasing your wrists, moving to your waist to hug you to him as the other cupped your cheek, “Confident in yourself? Did something happen that made you question your beauty?” Your eyes avoided his own, a silent tell for not wanting to talk as your hands gripped his shirt, “My… are you okay that-that my chest is tiny?” The question made him pause before he chuckled softly, grinding his thigh up into your crotch, making your breath hitch slightly but it got your attention back on him, eyes wide, “My silly little rabbit~ your small chest adds to your charm, I can’t see you any other way, but if you need a confidence booster. I’m happy to oblige to show you what you do to me.” his voice dropped in tone, making your voice hitch as his hands were quick to catch yours again, pinning you down once more.

-Loki- He let out a low whistle, looking at you up and down as he approached quickly, taking one hand in his, making you twirl for him, “My-my-my, what a delightful looking outfit~ not really appropriate for what we had planned.” You had made plans to go out together, but he wasn’t supposed to be there for another hour or so. He backed you to your bed, making you sit before he crawled onto the bed to hang over you, forcing you to your back, his knees on either side of your hips as he grinned like he was going to get a special present, “Or was that your plan all along, to seduce me in staying home and making me ravage you for hours?” steam was coming off your face and head from how hard you were blushing, but he relished each shade you turned, as teasing you and getting you riled up was one of his favorite things to do. However, seeing you in such an outfit, and hearing your words questioning if he would like it, made him feel so warm and happy inside, that you did this just for him. He licked his lips again, his eyes narrowing as his hands went to your bed on either side of your head, lowering to where your noses were barely touching, “Not that I’m not happy about seeing you in such an outfit, you don’t have to try very hard to seduce me, Y/N. You could just wink at me, and I’d be more than happy to rail you into the bed.” You let out a squeak which made him grin which grew as a smile appeared on your lips. You had no idea that he was going to like it this much, turning your head a bit bashfully to the side, “But I bought two more in different colors, do you want me to not wear them?” like electricity was in his eyes he seemed to snap, and he pounced with a grin, relishing the delighted squeal you gave him.

-Odin- His dear ravens had reported to their master about what Aphrodite and you had spoken about, it annoyed the Norse god that the Greek goddess was giving you advice that you didn’t need. You were stunning to him, but to hear that you were feeling bad about yourself helped him make his decision that he needed to show you that you didn’t need Aphrodite’s advice. However, standing in the doorway to your bedroom, seeing you in such an outfit, just for him, after he had heard your words, he looked like a wolf ready to pounce, a smirk appearing on his lips and a glint in his eye. You felt a bit embarrassed being caught, as you weren’t ready to show him the dress just yet; you wanted to leap into your closet to get dressed and he noticed the movement and he spoke, “Come here.” You tensed only slightly at his command, recognizing the tone, and you felt your cheeks warming as you approached, your hands up by your chest, feeling a bit shy under his gaze. He leered down at you, “Turn around, show me your dress.” You turned, showing him your bare back in the low-cut dress. He kept having you turn, showing him the different angles of the dress, holding your arms up so he could see the sides. You felt yourself getting hot just by the way he was leering at you, a hungry look in his eye. He pointed to the kotatsu you kept in your room, giving you another command, “Sit and face me.” You did as you were told, sitting on the edge of the kotatsu, facing him as he kneeled, pulling his hair back into a ponytail, “Spread your legs.” Your breath hitched which made him smirk up at you before you followed his instructions. He grabbed one of your ankles before pressing a soft kiss to your calf, “I need to reward the gift you have presented me with.” His other hand slid up your other leg, up to your thigh as he pressed kisses to your other leg, slowly trailing up, keeping his eye locked with yours.

-Kojiro- He instantly turned, a blush on his face, “I’m sorry for walking in on you! I should have knocked!” he had a hand to his face, to keep him from looking at you, but he wanted nothing more to look again and again and never look away. He wasn’t prepared to have your hands grab onto his shirt, making him freeze as you spoke, “I-I wanted to wear this for you, Kojiro. Do you like it?” he turned back, hearing your words, you looked so precious, so innocent, looking up at him, but the outfit that clung to your body made him betray himself as his hands met your hips, before he froze again, feeling your bare back, and he pulled away. You turned, showing him the back of the dress and he slowly felt himself slipping as you continued to act shy, asking him if he liked it. Kojiro snapped as you twirled, flashing a bit of your pink panties and almost instantly he was on top of you, having easily taken you to the ground, one of his large hands pinning your own above your head, making your spine arch a bit, your chest sticking up. He smirked down at you, a feral, wild look in his eyes, “You are playing a dangerous game, Y/N, tempting me like this.” You squeaked cutely before you spoke, looking away, “I wanted to be more confident before I showed it to you.” His free hand cupped the back of your leg, squeezing the fat of your thigh just a bit as he pulled it up around his hip, grinding down into your core which caused a moan to rip from your throat, “Confident you say? Do you feel confident when I’m reacting like this?” You didn’t answer, panting softly and he bucked again, “Answer me!” a breathy moan was his answer as you tried to get your hands free, wanting to touch him. He chuckled softly, his eyes flashing brightly down at you, “Guess I’ll need to prove this to you, so you never have to question your confidence again. Now your endurance, I’ll have you questioning that very quickly.” He grinded again, making another moan tear from your throat as he finally attacked.

-Jack- He was frozen in the doorway, eyes wide as he took in your form in the dress, which barely covered anything, his heart rate slowly increasing. Your inner colors told him you were embarrassed but also happy, seeing him in shock, and what made him snap out of his trance that you put him in, was arousal. You were getting excited about the way he was looking at you. He chuckled softly, loosening his tie around his neck before rolling his sleeves up, as he had removed his hat and coat at the front door, “My dear, you look absolutely delightful wearing such an alluring dress, all for me if I’m to assume?” You nodded softly, a smile appearing, “I did, do you like it?” before you gave a dainty twirl, making his throat clench only slightly before he swallowed hard, his tongue coming out to lick his lips. He lowered his stance only slightly, confusing you as his mismatched eyes met my own, “Make me work for my treat. Run.” He lunged at you, and you were quick to dodge, a squeal leaving your lips as you ran out of the room and he gave chase, finding the hunt sometimes more exhilarating than the reward. This chasing game was nothing new for Jack, it got your blood pumping and made it feel so much naughtier once he caught you, but it felt particularly risqué today, seeing your bare back just out of his grasp. You rounded a corner into the living room, and he tackled you onto the large sofa, a squeal leaving your lips. He sat up while pinning your hands down before he froze, seeing that your sweater had been pulled down a bit, revealing your nipples on either side and he chuckled darkly, lower his head, you could feel the hot puffs of air he was releasing on your lips, “Now then~ what should I enjoy first, hmm?” You let out a small moan at his words, the sound shooting from his brain to his crotch instantly, a groan leaving his own lips.

-Huang- He leaned against the doorway, a smile on his face as he took in your body, “Ooh~ how lovely. Of course, I love it.” the smile on your lips made his heart warm as he stood straight, approaching you, looking almost like a tiger stalking towards its prey. He smirked, seeing you take a step back as his eyes flashed, chuckling darkly, “Ah-ah, no running away~ you’re the one who seduced me, little rabbit. If you run, I’ll have no choice but to chase~” As tempting as that sounded, as you’ve done it before, you hesitated, allowing his arms to hug you to his warm body. He hummed in delight, feeling your bare back and he looked to the mirror, a feral smirk appearing, seeing the naked skin. His hands began to stroke your back, mapping out patterns as his lips met your cheek, peppering it with soft kisses, moving around your face, ignoring your lips as his hands drifted lower, rubbing your hips before he felt the band of your panties. His lips finally met yours, almost ravenously, forcing his tongue into your mouth to play; a tiny moan escaped you and he instantly moved his hands down, leaning over to cup your thighs, pulling you up easily so your legs wrapped around his hips. He was quick to pin you to the bed, looming over you, his hands stroking down your thighs, forcing the dress up a bit before he pulled back, panting softly, seeing the red panties hugging your hips. He smirked, his hands coming to your hips and rubbing upwards, his thumbs finding your nipples behind my dress, making you whine softly as he focused in on your nipples, rubbing the fabric of the dress against them, “I enjoy seeing you completely bare when I make you mine, but I think I’ll make an exception for this dress, since it was all just for me.” You gave him a small smile, happy that he liked your surprise, even though you weren’t ready to show him just yet, as his hands trailed down your body again.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror buddha #ror heracles #ror poseidon #ror hades #ror loki #ror odin #ror kojiro sasaki #ror jack the ripper #ror qin shi huang

[roguesimagination]

Meddle About

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x F!human Reader

Synopsis: The Metkayina celebrate an important feast, to which the Sullys attend to. However, Neteyam discovers some feelings that he had for the reader and that had been hidden all this time...

Genre: mature and fluff

Content warnings: Neteyam and reader are 20, size kink (kinda), vaginal fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), m/f ejaculation...

Notes: This is my first oneshot (and smut fic) ever so I accept criticism and I hope you enjoy it. Also, english is not my first language so if there's any mistake please tell me <3

Also, let's imagine that humans do not need oxygen masks just because I said so (and because I forgot)

Word Count: 2.7k

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

One thing you always admired about the Na’Vis is how comfortable they felt by only wearing very loincloths, feathers or leaves. They perfectly covered them, but they would probably barely cover you. If you wore anything similar, you’d feel almost naked. However, one night the Metkayinas decided to have a feast.

Neytiri insisted on dressing you in a proper way for the festivity. She was tired of seeing you in your “human clothes”, as she said. So you decided to trust her. With Kiri’s help, she designed a beautiful shell top that, somehow, perfectly covered your nipples. They also made a loincloth that combined perfectly. Then, Kiri adorned your hair with even more shells and braided some strands. If it wasn’t enough, they covered your face with red stripes along your face; there were two on your forehead and two under every eyelid.

“Are you sure I look good?” you asked Kiri. “I mean, this is really beautiful, but I don’t know if it’s too much.”

What you actually thought was: Will Neteyam like this?

“Y/N, you look perfect.” she reassured you. “Trust me.”

“You look like a goddess!” Tuk exclaimed. “Like Eywa herself.”

“Thank you, Tuk.” you chuckled. “But I believe Eywa is far more beautiful.”

Neytiri, Kiri and Tuk were also dressed similarly to you, but you obviously felt weird. For you, it was like wearing a bikini, except for the fact that you never wear them, and that this covered even less than a bikini. However, they did a great job. All of your “intimate” parts were surely hidden.

When you arrived at the feast everyone was dancing around bonfires, singing and talking. Some of the Metkayinas stared at you. You weren’t sure if they were looking at you with disgust, anger, or confusion, but you wouldn’t let them let you down. You understood that it was still hard for them to accept you there since you were a “sky person”.

What you didn’t notice though was the way Neteyam was looking at you. He had known since the day he was born, so did you. You were pretty good friends, and nothing else. But seeing you like that made him wonder many things.

Has she always been this beautiful? How haven’t I noticed? God, do all humans look this good? Why does she never dress like this?

He had always had an innocent crush on you, but seeing you like this made him realise how much he really desired you. He was a gentleman and a respectful man, but he couldn’t stop eyeing you up and down. Your thighs, your shoulders, your collarbones, your breasts (especially your breasts)... If you only knew all the things he’d do to you if he could.

A slight smack on his arm woke him up from his daydreaming.

“Are you done staring at Y/N or are you actually going to talk to her?” Lo’ak smirked.

“Shut up.” Neteyam muttered with blushed cheeks.

“Oh, please.” he laughed. “You’re so obvious. At least go and talk to her.”

Lo’ak gave him another smack, this time in the back. Neteyam gave him a death stare on his way towards you. To be honest, he had no idea what he was going to tell you. You were standing next to a bonfire while talking to Kiri.

“Hey, ho-how a-are you?” he asked shyly. He bit his tongue embarrassed for his stuttering.

This was definitely not the Neteyam you knew.

“I’m fine.” you smiled. “Just enjoying the feast. You look really handsome, by the way.”

You said that with an innocent intention behind it; he did actually look handsome. He was wearing some sort of handmade crown and yellow paint in his face that suited him. What you didn’t know was the effect those words had on him.

“Thank you.” he smiled. “You look really hot, I mean, nice! You look nice!”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He was fucking it up. You barely even noticed it. Kiri furrowed his brows in confusion. The always serious Neteyam was losing his composure. Before she was able to speak Neteyam decided to intervene:

“Would you like to go on a walk along the beach?” he asked quickly.

“Sure, I’d love to.” you replied.

On your way there you talked about the things you always talked about: human topics, something stupid Lo’ak had done or new things you had learnt with the Metkayinas. While you were walking your arms barely brushed against each other, which made Neteyam incredibly nervous, even if you didn’t notice it. But he wanted more.

At some moment Neteyam teased you about something stupid, so you hit him in the arm. He smacked you back, making you fall to the ground. Sometimes he forgot he was bigger and stronger than you.

“I’m so sorry.” he got on his knees, next to you. “Are you okay?”

You acted as if you were seriously hurt and took advantage of the situation and flipped him. Now you were on top of him.

“Ha! I won!” You laughed.

You were even more beautiful in that position. You truly looked like a goddess under the moonlight. He loved your smile, the way your eyes shone in the night, how your tiny hands were on his chest…

He wished to be irresponsible for once, to stop worrying about the consequences of everything and just enjoy the moment. He was tired of being the one who had to fix everyone else’s problems while they had fun. He wanted this night to only be about you and him, only if you felt the same way.

He couldn’t exactly remember the moment he had his hand on your waist, or when you had come so close to his face, but at that moment he wanted, no, he needed to kiss you.

“I really want to kiss you right now.” he licked his lips and put a strand of hair behind your ear.

You blushed intensely. Neteyam liked you. Your Neteyam… But you also knew you shouldn’t do it, even if you had secretly daydreamed about this a million times.

“Neteyam,” you looked at him. “I don’t think we should.”

“Why not?” he asked, fearing that you didn’t feel the same. “I mean, uhm, It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

“It’s not that.” you answered quickly.

“So you do want to kiss me.” he grinned cockily at you.

“Oh, shut up.” you covered your face with your hands.

He took the opportunity to buck his hips upwards, flipping you around. Now he was on top of you. You couldn’t help but moan when he bucked his hips and you felt some kind of pressure against your core. You hoped he didn’t notice.

He held both of your hands on the ground, each one one either side of your head and looked at you deeply in the eyes.

.”You have no idea how much I want you right now.” he said, admiring your body.

“Neteyam, we can’t do this.” you argued. “I’m just a human and you are a Na’Vi. And you’re the son of Toruk Makto. No one will accept this union.”

“My father was a human too and look at him now. He’s got the love of his life and a family.” he caressed your cheek with his right hand. “I don’t care if you’re human, or na’vi or even a worm.” you laughed at his words. “I don’t care what they think. Oel ngati kameie.” (I see you)

You didn’t even realize it but you became a crying mess. No one had ever touched your heart with their words, but Neteyam was right in front of you, opening up to you, being honest and giving you his heart.

“Shit, you made me cry.” you looked away.

“I can make you scream, if you want to.” Neteyam joked.

“Neteyam!” you smacked him in the arm.

“By tickling you!” he explained. “God, what is it with you all hitting me to-”

You interrupted him with a kiss. You put your hands around his neck and pressed your lips against his softly, waiting for a  reaction. When he processed what just happened he held you and put you on his lap while kissing you back. His lips were soft and warm; it felt like home.

Neteyam held your face in his hands and kissed you deeply, caressing your lower lip with his tongue waiting for you to let him explore your mouth, which you did. He kissed you again, and again. and again… You were like a drug to him.

“You are so beautiful.” he muttered between kisses. “So, so beautiful.”

Then his hands traveled to your back, stroking it gently and making patterns. You kissed his jawline and then his neck, making sure to leave a couple of hickeys. He groaned at the sensation of your tongue on his neck. Every movement you made took a reaction from him.

You decided to take off your top to be more comfortable. Also because you loved it when Neteyam touched any part of your body. When you tossed it aside he looked flustered. He was unsure. He didn’t know if he could touch you or if you were comfortable, but before he could ask you kissed him again, passionately, and put his hand over your breast.

He massaged your breast softly and played with your nipple. You moaned slightly leaving your mouth open and he bit your lower lip slightly. God, he made you see stars just like that.

Then he caressed your other breast and licked your nipple, waiting for a reaction. He saw that you liked it so he kept licking and biting over that area, leaving hickeys all over your chest.

Now he was caressing your thighs. Sometimes his fingers would get dangerously close to your core and the loincloth you were wearing didn’t do much to hide your arousal. He noticed it, of course, and he couldn’t help but wonder…

“Can I taste you?” he whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Uhm, I uh, yes.” You blushed intensely at his request. You wanted to, but you were nervous.

He laid you on the sand and gently took off your loincloth, never taking his eyes away from yours. For him this wasn’t just physical; he wanted to please you, to make you feel good, to show you how much he loved you.

He started by kissing and licking your thighs. Very slowly and gently.

“If you’re uncomfortable or want me to stop, just say it and I will.” he told you, looking at your eyes for reassurance. “I don't want you to do something you don’t want to.”

“I’m okay, Nete. I want to.” you answered him.

With your consent he kissed your cunt experimentally until he felt confident enough to do it properly. After all, this was the first time that he had ever done something like this. He licked a long stripe of your pussy, earning a high moan from you. He loved that, so he kept licking. He began slowly, but increased his pace as you moaned more and more.

“You taste so good.” Neteyam muttered, sending a vibration to your core.

You had certainly never felt something like this, but it was amazing. He licked your cunt like a starved man; up and down, making circles and even diving his tongue deeper and deeper… Then he found your clit, which he sucked carefully, increasing the pressure slowly.

“Oh fuck.” you moaned. “Neteyam…”

Hearing you moan his name had him over the edge, so he increased his pace even more. When he licked along your slit he would stimulate your clit with his thumb. Then, when he sucked your clit again he tried inserting one finger slowly into your cunt. It slid easily because of how wet you were. He curled his finger inside of you, increasing his rhythm slowly until you were a moaning mess.

You felt how your orgasm was approaching. You felt heat all over your belly and your face. You were going to cum anytime soon.

“Nete, I…” you couldn’t even talk at this point. “Oh, my god.”

Your moans were even louder now and then it happened; you came undone. Neteyam took out his finger slowly and decreased the rhythm of his licks until he stopped to take a look at your face. You were breathing heavily, your cunt was completely soaked and your legs were shaking, something that worried him.

“Hey, your legs are trembling.” he said. “Are you okay?”

“More than okay.” you said between shaky breaths. “That’s what happens when…”

His face lit up before you could finish your sentence. It didn’t take long for him to understand what you meant.

“Did I do it so well?” he smirked.

“Yes, you did.” you blushed. “Now come here and let me touch you.”

Neteyam laid on the sand and looked at you with confusion in his eyes, waiting for your next moves. You propped yourself on your knees even though you were a shaking mess and started kissing his abdomen all the way to his loincloth.

To him, it felt like heaven.

“May I?” you said, pointing at his loincloth.

“Y-yes.” he stuttered.

You took off his loincloth slowly while caressing his thigh to soothe him. Something you forgot in that moment is how big the Na’Vi’s are, in all ways. You had seen a few dicks, in movies, in anatomy books… But this was a whole new thing. It was so big that you didn’t even know if any of it would fit in your mouth. Neteyam realized the look of horror in your face.

“Hey, listen.” he took you by the arm gently. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“No, I-I want to.” you smiled at him. “It’s just that it’s really big.”

Neteyam had to take a big breath after hearing you say those words. You could get him all worked up just like that.

“Just lay down and let me try.” you pecked him on the lips as he laid down.

You started by leaving soft kisses along his thighs. Then you got close to his member and licked the tip slowly. Neteyam closed his eyes and let out a breathy moan. You kept licking the tip while you stroke his length. It was even more difficult with your tiny hands so you had to used both of them. Even though you felt you weren’t giving him enough pleasure, Neteyam felt as if he was already in Heaven: every lick, every kiss, every caress… Everything felt amazing.

You took a bit of his length inside your mouth and started moving your head up and down, with your hands stroking the part that was left. Your mouth hurt because of how wide his dick was, but you didn’t care. Hearing the sounds Neteyam made was enough to make you keep going.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he exhaled while stroking your hair.

You went even deeper, almost to the point of gagging, but you remained calm. You were doing well so far. Neteyam gripped your hair tightly, but it didn’t hurt. You liked it, in fact. At this point he felt how he was about to cum.

“Y/N,” he moaned. “I’m… I’m going to c-cum.”

He expected you to take off your mouth but you kept going, even faster, until he came inside your mouth. The taste of his cum was a bit salty, but you liked it. You swallowed and took some breaths when you removed your mouth.

You laid next to Neteyam as he held your hand and both of you regained your breath. You looked at each other for a while without saying anything, unsure of what to say or do. One thing was clear, you had to return to the feast before anyone realized that both of you were gone.

You dressed each other and arranged your hair, trying to hide any evidence of the things you had done. He dressed you with care and gentleness, always smiling at you or peppering your face with kisses.

When both of you were done he held your face and put his forehead on yours.

“I see you.” he said, with loving eyes.

“I see you.” you replied before kissing him one last time.

#neteyam #lo'ak #fanfic #oneshot #imagine #drabble #smut #fluff #avatar #avatar2 #avatar the way of water #jakesully #neytiri #Spotify #neteyam x reader #neteyam x you

[milkyhoneybee]

Concept: you’re gifted a bikini, it’s relatively plain and not super skimpy but you appreciate the gift so you agree to wear it to a hot tub party hosted by the friend who gave it to you. Drinks are flowing and everyone’s having a good time, you don’t actually end up getting into the tub for a while by which point most people are quite drunk and inhibitions are obviously lowered. After some encouragement from a couple of friends in the hot tub you hop in between the two of them. Your body starts to tingle but you just put it down to the alcohol. After a couple of minutes you notice people on the opposite side of the tub whispering and giggling to each other. “Damn Addie, now it’s a party!” you hear from the friend to your left. The fizzing sensation has grown enough to cause you to look down. You see your tits floating free in the bubbly waters, the last vestiges of your now fully dissolved bikini drifting away from where you’re sat. It’s not long before both friends either side of you are taking turns making out with you and fingering your exposed pussy. And obviously as a gracious guest you’re happy to let anyone who wants to take advantage of the naked slut in the hot tub have their turn…

... Hey so like.

What if this then happened with all my clothes?

But also damn, I would love this to happen, I'm sure it wouldn't be long before I'm bent over the side of the hot tub, blowing/eating people out on the outside part, letting people fuck me from the other.

[abiiors]

Ross comes home angry from work and just want to fuck 🫶🏻🥵

another anon said: Please write a blurb about Ross receiving a bj from the reader

minors dni!!! (not me going full whore on a blurb but there you go), things get a bit rough???? idk how rough is rough enough for you lot

so i'm thinking it's your day off and you've got the whole house to yourself for the day, so you're just out in the backyard soaking up the sun in a tiny white bikini. It’s such a nice day outside; the sun is mild and warm, the sky is a clear, cloudless blue. The book you’re reading just keeps getting better and better and for a solid two hours, you have found utter peace. that is until you hear the sound of the door closing with a loud thud followed by some angry cursing and he's not like annoyed or anything, he's actually LIVID which is a bit scary but also weirdly enough very thrilling. so you call out his name which is half a whisper to yourself and walk back inside (still in the tiny lil bikini btw) and he doesn't even notice you at first because he's on the sofa, head tipped back on the headrest as his chest heaves slightly. His hair that's usually in a neat bun, is now open and hanging messily around his face. One hand rests on his thigh while the other runs through his hair roughly; a clear sign of his frustration. His legs are spread wide open and at this point you're feeling quite risky so you just step between his legs and look at him. You're like "baby, you alright?" while placing your hand on his arm and slowly rubbing up and down, it's not suggestive by any means but it's also not NOT suggestive...his pupils dialate almost IMMEDIATELY because there you are wearing next to nothing, standing between his legs and he can't help himself from grabbing your wrist and tugging you so abruptly that you land in his lap.

"so is this what you do all day while i work? parade around the house naked?" he asks and you're proper excited now because he's speaking to you like he wants to devour you and also because you can literally feel the bulge at this point but you squeak out a little "no". your skin is still warm from the sun, still a bit pink and every touch on your chest, your stomach, your neck leaves little jolts of current on your skin. his hand trails down, his mouth hot on your neck as his fingers play with the band of your bikini bottoms. ‘no?’ he asks mockingly and shoves his hand in. and you just GASP loudly at how sudden it is but your eyes roll so far back that you see stars from just this for a second. his other hand on your thigh tightens, fingers digging roughly into the soft flesh and his mouth moves closer to your ear. 

"so is this what you do then? think dirty thoughts about me and get yourself wet?" you're just there whimpering, lost in the sensation of his fingers circling your clit in precise, tight circles. there is a thin line between pain and pleasure and the way he has you walking it right now leaves you dizzy and wanting for more. "answer me," he grazes his teeth on your neck, right over your pulse point and gives your clit a rough flick. the suddenness of it leaves you mewling, unable to form a single coherent thought. but he is nothing if not a determined man and whatever is fueling him right now, you don’t want to be the one to fuck with him. "yes," you breathe heavily, "i d–do."

the hand on your thigh moves, now coming to rest right on your breast. the thin white fabric does nothing to hide your hard nipples. from the way you sit on his lap, you can feel him under you, hard as a rock and an ache forms between your legs, much more incessant than five minutes ago. "and what do you think about?" he prompts, moving his hand away, taking it out entirely in fact. his fingers graze the inside of your thigh, leaving trails of slick behind, while his mouth works on leaving yet another mark on your neck. a sudden feeling of boldness takes over you; a result of the desperation and want, to have his fingers back, touching and teasing mercilessly. "i think about you in my mouth,’ you whine, ‘buried between m-my legs—fuck!’ he pinches your nipple roughly, half-reward and half-punishment. "please," you beg, hand inching toward his so you can put it back where you want it to be. 

"kneel," ross commands and moves his other hand away. 

"wh-what?"

"i said, kneel," his fingers grip your chin, tilting it up so you can look him in the eyes, "show me how much you think about me."

your mouth goes dry at the thought of it. this is what you get for running your mouth when you shouldn’t have. the loss of contact from him leaves you cold and annoyed. you want him, desperately and there’s only one way of getting it. so you settle on your knees between his legs and look up at him through your eyelashes; a portrait of innocence as you salivate at the thought of letting him have full control. your hands ghost over the zipper, asking for permission. he lets his hand rest on your head, grabbing a fistful of hair, nowhere near tight enough to hurt but tight enough that you know what’s about to come. the room goes hot as you fumble with his trousers with shaky fingers. "are we teasing here, love?" he asks mockingly. his hold on your hair tightens, yanking them until your throat is exposed to him. "open your mouth."

eagerly you do as he says and watch him quickly pull himself out. just the sheer size of him makes you mouth go dry but there's no warning before you feel the weight of his dick on your tongue, salty taste of the precum. if this were any normal day, you would tease and take your time but not today. today the only warning you get his hand tightening in your hair before he just thrusts in and you feel yourself gag on him. it's all good though because in return you hear the loudest, most toe curling groan you've ever heard from him and you know why that is. you were sipping on some iced tea not that long ago, swirling your tongue around the ice cubes and now hear you are, swirling your tongue around him. so he only gives you a moment to adjust to his size and relax your throat before he's pulling out a bit and thrusting in, just proper face fucking. all while he's all "is this what you think about? or should we have you drooling on my cock hmm?" and not like THAT takes long to happen. before long you've got tears running down your face and drool running down your chin while you breathe through your nose (since your mouth is...taken up). after a little bit he does get a bit more gentle but the rough face fucking has you so turned on that now it's your turn to take control just a little bit and hum and moan around him while you bob up and down on his dick. his head is once again thrown back on the sofa and the mocking has turned into soft praise now.

he's all "my pretty girl, your mouth was made for my cock, wasn't it?" and "doing so well for me baby, taking me so well". you can tell by the way he's now twitching inside your mouth that he's close so you increase your pace once again, even start moaning and touching yourself a bit because you need SOME friction. he's too far gone to notice it tho because his head is thrown back while he chants your name which is THE HOTTEST THING EVER (A VOCAL MAN IS THE HOTTEST THING EVER) so you just go for it and cup his balls before giving them a firm squeeze and his hips JERK. it's like that's his trigger because all of a sudden you can feel thick, hot cum being spilled down your throat and you're nothing if not a pro so you keep going all throughout, swallowing every last drop and licking his slit to get it all cleaned up before his hand on your hair finally loosens and you finally pull away.

you know your face is a mess from tears and drool and cum but he's instantly pulling you up to his lap like "my pretty little mess, my gorgeous gorgeous girl" and "i wasn't too rough, was i baby? you did so well for me" so you just look at him and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and he smirks because this is still such a boost to his ego!! and now that you’ve helped him get de-stressed, it’s his turn to get between your legs to put him back in a good mood <3

#ross macdonald #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald x you #♡: ross blurbs #✉️

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

Are Kali and Durga protrayed accurately?

Because you've been only (validly) complaining that they're sakurafaces.

So w the caveat that I’m not Hindu I can take another look at them but this is the general sun of my thoughts independent of the Sakura thing

-Durga isn’t really associated with white to my knowledge? As far as I’ve seen red is far more commonly known to be ‘her’ color, and the white hair, clothes, and tiger (which I don’t think has ever really been made white traditionally) is a weird choice to me given that other goddesses do get more often associated with white

-I don’t really understand what her clothing is supposed to be, but it doesn’t look like traditional clothes or based off what she usually wears

-she is almost always depicted with multiple arms so it was…a choice not to do that. I don’t really get it either, as even in fate passionlip quite literally has 2 ton hands because of durga’s arms/weapons influencing them. Her weapons DO seem to properly show up in her np but outside of it they’re just generic looking spires

-the snake actually is accurate she does sometimes get depicted with that, it’s a representation of shiva/masculine energy

-personally I kind of would’ve wanted her to look more regal or combative, either with armor or a crown or something. This is also a warlike person, right?

-I can’t really speak on her np other than noticing that her weapons appear since I haven’t heard the name-visually it looks like an upgraded version of parvati’s np only instead of cloning herself she clones the Shakti. I’m a hair disappointed with that personally but more bc the imagery of her slaying the demon is so incredibly iconic. Other than that it looks fine.

Kali

-

-why isn’t she black or dark blue

-No seriously, she very specifically has reasons to be depicted as dark in tone. Where is it?

-her face seems weirdly low contrast to me. While I’m biased bc I would’ve liked a representation of her bloodshot eyes her pupils kind of melt into her skin bc they’re almost the same color

-her outfit…isn’t awful? The coat is kind of cool, actually. She’s usually naked so the metal bikini is eyerollingly predictable but not awful-that aside, the bit under her chest does seem to look like a breast/chest band which is an actual kind of jewelry you see in old temple art of Indian figures. I’m not sure if that was what the artist was going for but I’m taking it

-I…think the dangling parts on her metal top might be representative of her girdle of severed arms?

-no attempt at representing the severed head necklace at all

-she at has the multiple arms. I like the star pattern on them. Could use more jewelry

-most of the held object seem right? No severed head though

-overall far less intense and less frightening than I think she’s supposed to come across ass

-her np is really good though-it’s samhara kali, which is like ‘time destruction’ iirc; and a pretty important part of what she is. I very much liked that they brought her universal aspects into it although I’ll feel disappointed when they find a way to explain how sefar defeated her still somehow.

-her hair should be unbound, free flowing, and dark. Uh. It’s at least one of those?

-I did see an expression sheet and it looks like they did actually do some tongue expressions! So that’s good! Kind of wish they’d gone for a more intense expression with her boss intro video though.

-overall the bones of what’s there are good but it could be improved by upping the intensity

#my asks #neg post #not really more like critical but I worry #spoilers #fgo spoilers #ordeal call spoilers #again: I’m not Hindu and not an expert I’ve like. read a couple religious texts and done some research but I’m not an expert #so it’s just from that perspective that I’m a little :(

[hoestories]

34F

This past summer, I rented a house for 2 months in Miami to work on a project. My boyfriend visited me the 2nd week. We were getting frisky in the pool when the landscape/pool guy showed up. I quickly put my bikini top back on, wrapped myself in a towel and went back in the house. My boyfriend asked me what happened, and then called me a prude. It really ticked me off, maybe it was the way he said it. I’m not a prude, I just didn’t feel like having all out sex in front the guy, not the mood. Anyway, a couple of weeks later after my boyfriend left, I was laying out and working by the pool. I was wearing a one-piece suit I just bought that is low-coverage in the back (a bit like a thong) and that is also low-cut in the front to highlight my (really nice, actually) boobs. The same landscape/pool guy came to work. This time I didn’t go in and actually turned on my belly to show him my cute bubbly butt. He was definitely giving me looks. I mean, he was literally staring, haha. I walked by him and said hello when I went back in. He looked at my boobs, for sure. Because I’m no fucking prude, I concluded, I actually posted sexy selfies of my bathing suit on Instagram which I never do. My boyfriend DM’d me not 5 minutes later to take them down. I did take them down, fine, but it got me even more mad. Fast-forward to my last week at the rental, I wasn’t feeling like working and was totally bored one day. So I drank three glasses of wine mid-day, and I got incredibly horny. I didn’t have sex in weeks, so I went to the bedroom, got naked, found my dildo and started going up and down and inside out. Through the window, I saw the landscape/pool guy show up to work. I continued moving the dildo around, it felt so good. My dildo is a small 4 or 5 inches rubbery penis, which I like, so I left it inside of me for a while and just squeezed it while I gently touched my nipples and clit. That usually does the trick for me. I don’t know what got into me, but I grabbed a towel, my glass of wine and walked outside to lay on a lounge chair with the dildo still in my pussy. The guy wasn’t particularly attractive, but when he greeted me and smiled, it made me even hornier. I was squeezing the dildo harder and harder between my legs. I was moaning quietly and was really squirmy, and the guy noticed. He stopped what he was doing on the other side of the yard to look at me. I swear to god I never thought I’d do this, but I took the towel off and laid there naked in the sun, facing him. I took control of the dildo and started going in and out while pressing on my clit with the other hand. He seemed to really enjoy the show. He walked closer to get a better look, but he took out his phone like he was going to video me. It freaked me out and I covered. He saw that and put it away so quickly and walked closer to my side of the pool. I gave him a look to stay there. I then spread my legs even more, rubbed my clit harder while going in and out even faster. I don’t usually go that hard with my dildo but putting on a show was part of the turn on. He pulled his pants down, took his dick out and started stroking himself. Watching him watch me sent me over the edge. I was furiously fucking myself at this point. After a few minutes of hardcore self-fucking, I came hard from rubbing my clit, and felt another orgasm coming from the dildo action. I was moving so much that my boobs were bouncing, my whole body shook like I was having a seizure. I came again as I watched him jerk off as hard as I was and I loved seeing his cum drop into the pool. l giggled, grabbed my stuff and ran inside the house. I hope you like my little hoe story and I hope my boyfriend reads this one day. I secretly wish I let the guy take the video and posted it on Tumblr for everyone to see it. Fuck you dude for calling me a prude.

#hoe stories #hoe is life #go hoe or go home #slutty confesions #thank you!

[all-hail-trudos]

i think it’s a little interesting that you seem very anti-porn in your pinned post, yet basically half the art you reblog is of half-naked girls.

I want you to know that I actually take this comment very seriously. I actually waited to answer this until I could take a look through my blog archive. Lapses in judgement are... not unheard of, but I try to pay close attention to what I consider acceptable and allow into my life. And like you implied, it's definitely not a good look if I say I'm against porn, but I'm constantly reblogging ecchi pictures.

But all that said, after looking back over several months of reblogs, I'm not sure what you've been seeing. I do reblog a lot of anime, but the vast majority (imho) are reasonably clothed. And for as horny as the anime scene on tumblr can be, I genuinely try to avoid titillating content. (My archive is right here if you want to see for yourself: all-hail-trudos.tumblr.com/archive)

While I'm here, I also want to get into the weeds a bit on this subject. We all know what explicit sexual content looks like, and that has no place on my blog or in my life. (Explanations of why I think porn is wrong can be found elsewhere). But I also think nudity can sometimes be purely artistic. (Something more conservative individuals might take exception to) And once we get into the realm of "soft" porn... There's a lot of subjective territory here.

I draw the line at suggestive/horny poses and fan art that unreasonably exaggerates a character's original proportions. (Some characters, like Pyra and Mythra from Xenoblade 2 or Tifa from FF7 are already curvy on their own. And ironically a lot of fan art downplays Pyra's boobs.) I reblog swimsuit art occasionally, and maybe I'm just desensitized, but I don't personally have a problem with it.

I've had plenty of conversations growing up and into my adult years about modesty, what qualifies as "revealing" clothing, and how much skin is too much skin. (Growing up conservative Christian does that to you). And at this point, it's my belief that our attitudes about clothing and women's bodies are more of a problem than the clothes themselves. But I digress. The point I'm trying to make is that when it comes to fan art, I'm mostly concerned about the poses and framing being suggestive, and to a lesser degree what the artist's intentions are. The clothes they're wearing, not so much (as long as they're actually wearing them, and it's not something like a bikini that's only held up by a character's hands. If that sounds suspiciously specific, that's because it's a composition trope I've seen too many times).

Anyways, tl;dr I appreciate you reaching out and asking questions. But tbh I'm not sure what you've been seeing, other than the recent reblog spam of of Fire Emblem art that did include a few swimsuit pictures. (Which I personally don't regard as inherently problematic). Thank you for getting in touch, though. Transparency is how I stay on the straight and narrow.

#bookdragon1811 #I apologize if this went on too long #it felt like a good opportunity to actually outline my stance on the subject in a more concrete fashion #I genuinely appreciate the criticism

[viofitz]

Storm Collectibles Golden Axe: Tyris Flare (Review)

Introduction:

Here, I'am back with another Storm Collectibles (SC) figure review! Like The King Of Fighters (KOF), they also have the license to make Golden Axe action figures. These figures were made into 1/12 scale with feature numerous points of articulation, interchangeable head sculpts and pairs of hands, and special fighting effect parts. Unlike Blue Mary, Tyris was given with a large boxart since she was also included with a blue dragon figure as her horse riding animal. However, I sold the dragon long time ago since I only wanted Tyris figure so, in this review her blue dragon is absent. Tyris also got identical looking boxart like Mary, to be given with large window plastic so, we can almost see the whole contents. The front part was printed with Golden Axe logo with Tyris Flare name, her classic half body artwork from the Japanese Mega Drive cover, and there is 17+ print that this figure was meant for those 17 years old or above. Well, Tyris is given with a sharp materials that could be dangerous for children. While the back part is mostly shown the figure's promotional photos showing how the figure works.

Contents:

Tyris comes with her main figure, she's included with 2 interchangeable head sculpts in total which the hairs are removable and swappable, 5 pair of hands in total, a blue dragon with separated tails, flame effect for his fire spit which is absent in this review. Unlike Mary, her background paper inside the box is not a diorama stage but, rather a select player poster which is just for the window box view.

Tyris is a woman with a slim build, long red hair, and green eyes. In this figure, she got long dark orange hair to her upper back, dark brown eyes, she wears a white bikini clothing with red trims and red boots. Her bikini were mostly sculpted from her body mold and painted well enough, although there's a little sloppy one. Her skin color is rather red-ish , I guess this shown that Tyris is either a native american or due to her bikini getup she got tanned from her long journey. However, her appearance in the original Golden Axe can be inconsistents depending on her artwork or ingame sprites. She sometimes depicted with blonde hair in most of her artworks but, her ingame sprites her hair is light brunette. Most of the main figure was made from a hard plastic material but, upper torso and crotch were made from soft rubber materials.

Her articulation points consisted movable ball jointed head, torso, arms with bicep cut, single jointed elbow, wrists, legs with thigh, double jointed knee, boot cut, ankles and tiptoe part. Since Tyris is mostly shown to be half naked so, her articulation's mechanism may look ugly on her but, that's action figure so can't expect more unless. The annoying part is her upper torso was made from a soft material, whenever I bend her upper torso her back constantly stucked inside her lower back's gap which made from a hard material. I had to move them carefully to get it back properly.

Tyris was included with 2 head sculpts (HS) in total, first would be her standard serious expression with normal hair down. Second HS is her angry expression with a heavy grit to show how angered she is during her actions with flowing hairstyle. The HS are swappable, you can make her expressions with all kinds of her hair parts. Her hairs consisted between fringe and rear part, the fringe was made from semi flexible rubber materials while her rear hair and head from a hard PVC materials. Well, can't really say Storm actually captured her likeness due to her inconsistencies but, I like how storm added a eyelashes on her. Tyris is looking beautiful for a warrior and loving how Storm made her standard expression looking calm but, when she gets angry she looks intense and realistic with that face wrinkle sculpt. Her normal hair down hinders her head movement but, her flowing hair can make her head move freely.

Tyris comes with 5 pair of hands in total, that would be: fisted hands which was already attached to her main figure, pointy hands which I don't know what are they for but, could be for commanding her blue dragon. Grasping hands for gripping her sword, open splayed and open palm hands for her necessary posing. With the existence of her sword and how she mostly using it, we're mostly going to use her grasping hands frequently. Her hands were also made from semi flexible rubber material.

A little funfact, Tyris was originally included with another pair of open splayed hands but, that hands doesn't seem to make it to be mass produced. However, these hands looks quite identical with her other open splayed hands that was included except with a little different finger gesturing probably....

Lastly, Tyris sword! Tyris is very skilled with a sword but, there's no name given on her sword. Her sword is painted neatly with a silver blade with a gold ornate design near the hilt, although there's a slight misspaint but, it doesn't really bothering me. The hilt has gunmetal gray finishing. Her sword is mostly used for her battle scenes and in some certain ingame sprites, she can actually stored her sword on her lower bikini but, storm doesn't seem to include that feature for her. Her sword is made from a hard plastic and it's very sharp so, you might wanna watch your fingers playing this sword. The sword also appeared to be inconsistents just like Tyris depictions.

Hahahaha... This is a revenge from Tyris after she suffered being a punching bag in Mary's review.

Thoughts: Tyris is my second Storm figure collection and her mobility isn't as good as Mary but, despite her single jointed elbow, I could still make tons of her iconic move lists from her game with no sweat, she's also easy to play. I have to admit, she's not cheap due to her blue dragon's figure but, I'm glad I managed to sold that dragon since I don't have any space to store that extra large boxart and to begin with, I only need Tyris figure because it's very rare to a company made a reimagined classic Golden Axe action figures.

Thank youu for reading!😁🙏🏻

#action figures #toys #golden axe #tyris flare #the king of fighters #king of fighters #blue mary #storm collectibles #storm #collectibles #figure #sega #sega genesis

[nagirambles]

Okay, so I wanna go on for a bit here.

In the Dragon cry sketches, we actually saw Mashima draw a suit as Capricorn's SD which was actually perfect for his taste and clothing choice. AND his own personality. But Mashima also drew another SD, which was most probably a Draco constellation dress, not sure. And I'm most definitely sure he merged the two designs to come up with the current one.

Personally, as a dress I love the design of the current one but as a SD of a spirit like Capricorn, it is awful and doesn't make sense at all. Like I agree that the dresses are to reflect the personalities and choices of the spirits themselves. Capricorn choosing a outfit like that doesn't sit right with me.

Ofc Leo's would be a gorgeous gown, Aries' would be a cute and soft and fluffy dress, Taurus' would be a sexy one(tho I'd have loved if Lucy got a jacket with the bikini top), Saguttarius' would be a beautiful green shooter-type(I actually love how the anime added extra black leggings), Virgo's would be a maid costume, the Aquarius one being bikini makes sense, Cancer's is the most amazing with Lucy having twin blades to counter the enemies(and I'd have loved to see Cancer wield big scissors instead of the small ones). AND then the Gemini and Scorpio designs are my most fav ones (as SDs). A badass hairtyle like Scorpio and a red scorpion tail to top it off. The Gemini one actually goes with their magic type since it's actually a lot like real magic, how they copy people and transform. So the magician-ish dress is perfect!

But did you see the AxS design, I hate it even more than the AxG one. The design makes even less sense than the recent one. It looks like a nonsensical costume that seems like can do heavy lifting but actually can't. Lucy has literally no use of those robot-ish parts of the mix. It was used as a way of adding some unwanted fanservice. And with the recent mix, I have lost hope of getting proper outfits. At this point I don't want any, literally any SD to merge with Aquarius. It'll inevitably ruin the dress.

The most modest ones like Scorpio's and Gemini's unique outfits turned into a sturdy bikini and the other one a glittering bikini made me give up hope. I don't even look at outfits now, only consider her achievements. I've talked about it many times how ridiculous it seems for Lucy to suddenly loose her clothes in a battle. I'm tired of it now.

But I've seen many people say, "Lucy did nothing except get naked" or "Laxus did all the work" or "she's JUST fanservice and no might" and I do think they're the vocal Lucy haters. But in general, people complaining about the dress mix aren't them. And I share the same feelings.

Oh dear, you are so right on all this. 

Capricorn’s SD is really sad to see. I begrudgingly admit it’s kinda cool as it is, not going to lie, love the glasses and the braids and the sexy mature cut on the dress, it manages to set itself apart from Loke’s despite both being off-shoudler dresses, but it just... why, Mashima? Why? Capricorn would never approve of this! Where is the super serious butler that respected Layla? Layla (and Anna, now that I think about it) are some of the most modestly-dressed women in the show, so I definitely believe Capricorn would want Lucy to dress like them simply because he knows she’ll look good in it. 

Yes! the base star dresses all look beautiful. I do think some of them could be better or more developed to the spirits (Cancer and Sagittarius are a bit strange because they don’t match the spirit appearances at all, but eh, that’s details), but as single designs, they are all wonderful for what they are, Capricorn aside. I love Aquarius’ the most because it’s a bikini, but it’s at least more functional and comfortable than panties and a bra. It’s a really good balance between fanservice and genuinely something I’d want to wear if I had the assets to pull it off. I love that some of them gave Lucy more combat abilities as well (Cancer, for example). I do kind of wish Loke’s was a bit more functional though, since his main thing is close combat. But it makes sense for him, so it’s fine. The concept of the dresses is just so fun. I could talk about them, both positively and negatively, forever. 

Oh dear I agree. AxS is awful. There was way too much robot against the stupid swimsuit and it just looked bad. But I at least appreciated the creativity, you know? Honestly, I feel we could have found a balance with a thinner tail or shorter glove/boots, Mashima just didn’t try too hard since it only showed for a panel or two. It needs to be reworked so badly. 

AxG was just a swimsuit. Just a swimsuit. They couldn’t even retain any of the magician/clown parts of Gemini, that seriously annoys me! And Aquarius’ contribution is even worse, does Mashima know that mermaid-cut dresses exist? MERMAID? Aquarius can be something other than a typical swimsuit, geez! And they can be ASYMMETRICAL and layered, too! It’s perfect for a Gemini fusion! 

I think it’d have been great if the fusions weren’t literally mixing them together, but the product of “what would both spirits give Lucy?” Honestly, I think among the spirits, Aquarius and Scorpio are totally the type to give you crap about your fashion sense. Aquarius is a very girly girl, and Scorpio is a rockstar! Choosing what to give Lucy as a fusion star dress would be like, a funny way to actually give these two depth in their relationship. Like, their first time ever having a disagreement. 

...I wish the spirits still got personality exploration... I’m sad now...

As for your final point-- you know what? You’re right. Haters gonna hate on that regard. Love to see Lucy finishing a battle on her own, and it’s sad that even after coming this far and going as far as using the spirits’ powers, her achievements are still credited to the damn guys around her. People who think that way are never going to change their minds, they’ve already decided what they think about it. 

#it's an ask #just a ramble #the menace celestials #fairy tail #it's a headcanon

[lazarettta]

Thinking About You

Word count: 2k

Warning: GP smut 🍆, consensual, explicit language

With the world coming to a literal complete stop short of the Earth stopping it's slow rotation, Sasha and Charlotte were enjoying their impromptu paid vacation at Sasha's home in Houston, Texas. Right before the pandemic came along, she'd recently relocated to the great state of Texas from Boston—looking for a nice change for a while. Though technically speaking, Sasha wasn't actually living in the city but thirty minutes outside of it. She'd bought a house sitting on a nice piece of land in a gated community where her closest neighbor was a quarter of a mile away and her fences were high giving the utmost privacy.

Which is currently what she and Charlotte were taking full advantage of. They were lounging in Sasha's backyard by her tropical themed pool, and they had drinks and music playing though it wasn't so loud that they couldn't hear themselves talking. Charlotte was relaxing in the hammock between two palm trees with one foot propped up and the other hanging over the side swinging freely, wearing an all black bikini though her bottoms hung a little low on her hips—not that Sasha was complaining at all.

At least Charlotte was actually wearing something. Though that's not to say that Sasha wasn't...but Charlotte didn't exactly consider floss real clothing. It barely covered Sasha's nipples and her front side. Sasha was practically naked and Charlotte has been semi-hard since Sasha took off that damn robe an hour ago and dived into the pool.

It'd been raining for the past few days and the sun was just now making an appearance with pretty white clouds keeping them from being too hot and there was a nice little breeze that came through every now and then.

Charlotte watched as Sasha walked up the steps, vibing to the song playing from the sound bar sitting a few feet away while the water rolled down her beautiful brown skin and Charlotte just smiled and handed Sasha her margarita when she was close enough.

Sasha downed the last of Charlotte's drink before setting it aside on the high table and carefully climbed into the hammock with her, neither one of them caring that Sasha didn't even bother to dry off and now Charlotte (and the hammock) were now just as wet as Sasha.

“You know, when you said we were gonna hang out by the pool today I thought you'd be joining me, not sitting here all day.”

“Ah,” Charlotte tried to ignore how good it felt to have Sasha's thigh resting over her groin, and wrapped her arm around Sasha to keep her secure and to hold her closer, “Maybe I'm just enjoying the view, baby. I don't think you know how lucky I feel every time I look at you and can say that you're all mine.”

Sasha snuggled closer and looked up at her girlfriend with a soft smile, bringing her hand from Charlotte's abs so she could cup the side of her face, “You tell me that every morning.”

Charlotte blushed slightly, but she didn't look away, “You know I mean what I say, don't you?”

“If I didn't, I wouldn't have asked you to be quarantined with me...or let you fuck without a condom.”

Charlotte felt herself twitch and so did Sasha but they both ignored it, for now, “Is six months too soon to say that I love you?”

Sasha chuckled, pecking Charlotte's parted lips gently, “With our history? No...as long as you mean it, I don't think it's ever too soon to tell someone that you love them. Why? You love me, daddy?”

“You know I do.” Charlotte murmured quietly, closing her eyes as she let her head fall back on the hammock pillow and she smiled when she felt another peck on her chin before Sasha also laid her head down, face pressed into her neck.

They were under the shade of the palm trees and the sun was high enough to hit them just right so that Sasha wasn't freezing cold, though Charlotte holding her so close also helped. The two women were content to continue to let their soft pop music play in the background, neither of them were asleep but they weren't too far from it either.

Charlotte stirred again when a nice gentle breeze moved their hammock, rocking it side to side slightly. Charlotte felt Sasha tremble for a second before the younger woman snuggled closer into her, which also meant that Sasha's thigh between Charlotte's pressed a little firmer. Since her top was still wet, thanks to Sasha, Charlotte's nipples were painfully hard—partially due to the cold fabric rubbing against them and partially because Sasha's warm breath directly over one of them. The hand that was resting on Sasha's back drifted down to her backside and Charlotte sighed when the images of the night before came flooding into the forefront of her mind.

All of the dirty things they did and said—hell, Charlotte's right hamstring was still a little sore. Sex with Sasha will forever remind her how much she sucked at cardio.

So caught up in her wet memories, Charlotte didn't realize that her grip on Sasha's derriere tightened and that she was moving Sasha's hips against her own thigh was trapped between Sasha's own thighs. Charlotte didn't even notice that Sasha was awake or that she was palming her through her bikini bottoms until she felt a familiar twitch in her lower regions and Charlotte gasped sharply as her eyes flew open.

Charlotte didn't have time to process anything because Sasha was on her a second later. Their kiss was just as hot as the weather around them and sloppy but neither of them cared. With her other hand, Charlotte reached up and pulled Sasha's bikini top free, not that she had much trouble removing it. Sasha cried out when Charlotte tugged and massaged one nipple deeply. Charlotte's hips jutted upwards into Sasha's firm grip, moaning deeply when Sasha squeezed a little harder than the last time. Charlotte loved that so much, and she knew that she wasn't going to last long if Sasha kept doing that.

Sasha tugged on the hem of Charlotte's bottoms but her girlfriend had other plans.

“No teasing right now,” Charlotte growled before she tightened her grip on Sasha, tearing away her thong and then suddenly they were sitting up with Charlotte's legs hanging over the side of the hammock with both of her feet touching the hot concrete. With a knee on either side of her, Sasha continued to straddle Charlotte and she finally managed to free Charlotte while the older woman removed her own bikini top.

“Come here...” Sasha breathed heavily just as her lips met Charlotte's once more in another passionate kiss and a fight for dominance that she quickly lost as their hands continued to explore each other's naked bodies as if they weren't already familiar with every smooth plain and scars sacredly shared with one another.

Charlotte guided herself into Sasha. Not expecting that, Sasha moaned loudly and she nearly choked when Charlotte bottomed out with one thrust. Sasha's nails dug into Charlotte's skin behind her shoulder blades, a small orgasm managing to rock her world and Charlotte held her tightly, rubbing her back soothingly despite the fact that she was painfully hard and Sasha was nearly cutting off her circulation.

After a few more erratic heartbeats, Sasha began grinding her hips down into Charlotte's. Sasha brought one of her hands from the blonde's broad shoulders and she flicked at a hard brown nipple and Sasha nearly smirked when Charlotte's grip on her hips tightened enough that she was sure she'd bruise a little later.

“Oh fuck, oh my god no,” Charlotte grunted between clenched teeth, her eyes screwed shut as she wrapped both of her arms around Sasha's middle and hugged her almost too tightly as she rode the waves of intense pleasure coursing through her tense body and into the woman still moving in her lap gently until her grip loosened.

Both women were quiet while coming down from their sexual high though Charlotte had yet to remove her face from the crook of Sasha's neck. Sasha cradled the back of Charlotte's head and kissed the top of her head. On one hand...she was extremely smug that she made Charlotte come way too early but another part of Sasha was a little worried because this hasn't happened before.

Finally, Charlotte leaned back and stared up at the sky, “That was...um, embarrassing. I'm, ahem, I'm sorry, baby.”

Sasha tried, she really and truly did, but she couldn't hide her smirk, “Well, that came out of nowhere.”

Charlotte groaned loudly, “Oh my god, Sasha, I—”

“Ssh,” Sasha giggled, placing a finger on Charlotte's lips, “Are you okay? That's never happened before?”

“Yeah well,” Charlotte cleared her throat, still very much aware that was still inside of her girlfriend—who was very much intent on having a conversation just like this, “I haven't had any wet dreams in a while.”

Sasha raised an eyebrow and Charlotte mentally facepalmed. The last thing she wanted to talk about were her wet dreams especially because so many of them starred Sasha, at least a majority of them, and now that she was dating and actually fucking her—those wet dreams were just a reality for her now. She wasn't ashamed of being thirsty as hell for this woman, but Charlotte was more than a little embarrassed about how many times she'd woken up at three in the morning because she busted a nut in her boxers. That was not cute at all. She went through boxers like Seth Rollins went through women.

“A while? You had one just now? I mean before...this?”

“I...” Charlotte shifted slightly and nodded, “Yeah I was thinking about last night.”

“What about it?”

“What do you mean? It was hot as hell, baby. Quarantine really brought the freak out in you, you know?”

Sasha laughed lightly, shaking her head and wrapped her arms around Charlotte's neck, “What about last was so hot that got you rock hard in your sleep?”

If Charlotte's face wasn't already candy red, she was sure that it was now, “When I was behind you, you remember?”

Sasha shuddered above her, hips rocking slightly, though she didn't break eye contact, “Which time?”

Charlotte stared at Sasha for a minute, studying her and she finally chuckled...playing dirty huh? “When you squirted all over my fingers and begged me to make sure that you couldn't sit for a week, remember? You still sore back there, baby?”

“Mmm,” Sasha purred, “That was a lot of fun. You know what else was fun?”

“Uh, no what?” Charlotte asked, slightly distracted when Sasha dragged her nails along her collarbone and down to her chest, her entire body twitching.

“When you let me ride your face. I loved that...it was like sitting on my very own throne. You treat me so good, daddy.”

“Yeah?”

Sasha nodded, leaning down to kiss Charlotte softly, “Yeah...I wouldn't mind doing any of that again.”

Charlotte blinked, “Right now?”

“When else?”

“I...are you sure? I mean, after that I—”

Sasha kissed Charlotte again to shut her up before speaking again, “Let's just call that an accident but if you do it again, I won't hesitate to roast the shit out of you...and I'll tell Becky.”

Charlotte growled as she stood up, startling Sasha enough to make her squeal loudly. “You wouldn't dare.”

Sasha was still laughing even as Charlotte's semi hard on slipped out of her as the older woman walked them towards a lounge chair and gently laid Sasha down on the soft cushions on her back.

“Sasha.” Charlotte warned, spreading Sasha's legs as she settled closely between them.

“Okay, okay, maybe not the second part but I'll definitely never let you live it down. I pro— Oh fu—yes,” Sasha hissed, biting her bottom lip roughly—it was truly a beautiful sight, one of many.

“Don't worry,” Charlotte looked at her girlfriend with a look of determination while sinking down into Sasha, pushing past the slight resistance she felt as she massaged her clit with her thumb, effectively shutting Sasha up, “It won't happen again. What's your safe word?”

FIN

#wwe superstars #wwe imagines #charlotte flair x sasha banks #charsha imagines #charsha fanfic #sasha banks #charlotte flair

[nella09archive]

Marriage. 95

Chapter 95: Valentine Day

As I get to the look out, I see I wasn’t the only one thinking this. As I see that Krillin had brought Marron, and Vegeta brought Trunks. “You got to be kidding me! This is not a daycare! You can’t leave your brats here! On top of that, when in hell, did I become a babysitter?”

The kids just grab Piccolo’s legs, and give him the puppy eyes. “But you’re uncle Piccolo. Don’t you love us no more?” Goten and Marron looked on the verge of crying, while Trunks pouted. Piccolo just started stuttering, and his cheeks had a hint of purple.

“I guess that settles that. We’ll be back tomorrow. Have fun kids.” We said bye to the kids, and I let Piccolo know that Gohan will be here later. With that we left. I wonder where would be an ideal spot, for me and Chichi’s first Valentine’s since I been back. Maybe by a waterfall? I haven’t done those. It usually in a meadow. Maybe we could go to the waterfall, that has that cave behind it. I’m sure she’ll love it. Thank goodness the boys aren’t going to be anywhere near home.

…

After we started video chatting at night, sometimes she would throw me off by wearing a towel. Is she trying to kill me? Ok, maybe one of twice I forgot about the camera and she may have seen me in just my boxers as I got ready to change. But in two days is Valentine’s day and I don’t know what I’m going to do. So, the hour before we usually called, I decided to search the internet. Maybe I could get an idea from there.

There were a ton of jewelry, and stuffed animals. But nothing seems like the right gift for Videl. There was also homemade chocolates. Not even that seemed right for her. Maybe I could take her somewhere. Then I thought back to that one-time dad took me and mom to an active volcano. That was super cool. Maybe we could go to a snowy region, and go ice skating. That’ll be fun. Mind made up.

…

I can’t believe it. Goku was so veg on where he’s taking me. All he told me was to pack a big picnic, and to wear a bathing suit. Well, I guess not that veg. Just enough to keep me on my toes. Now which bathing suit should I wear? I could wear his absolute favorite. Or surprise him with the new one, Bulma helped me buy. It’s almost liked my other bikini, but every little coverage. Oh, let me hurry up and put on my outfit, to hide what’s underneath.

When Goku gets back, he looks slightly disappointed. It’s probably because I’m wearing my traditional clothes. But what he doesn’t know, is what’s under. I’m getting so excited just thinking how he’ll react. As he flies us, to whatever location, we make small talk. Talk about how beautiful the view it, and how he can’t wait to dig into whatever I made for the picnic. When we finally land, I’m confused. We’re standing front of a waterfall, but there’s no space for a picnic. Then Goku tells me to follow him behind the waterfall, and it is beautiful.

Most of the time, we were just enjoying the food, and feeding each other. The whole thing felt really romantic. Even the part when he took off his shirt, and flexed his muscles. “You’re such a show off, Goku.” We started to giggle. He then pulled me closer, and asked if I was going to show him what was underneath. I started to feel my cheeks burning, as I remembered what I have under. I poked his nose. “Not yet.”

“Aw, how come?” He was pouting, and giving me those puppy eyes. “Please.”

“Stop whining. I just saying not now.” He pouted some more, and held me closer. He kissed along my jaw bone, and neck. “That’s not going to make me undress either.”

He then pulled away, pouting. “Then what is?”

“Stand up, and take off all your clothes, and flex very muscle.” At first, he looked speechless, till he gave me an evil grin. I was speechless, as he got up. Keeping his back side to me, he undid his belt, slack button and zipper. When they drop, I was dumbfounded, as I was now looking at his naked behind. So, he wasn’t wearing any underwear! That little cheater. “Actually, just stay still. I would like to exam you.”

I clawed up to him, and felt my way up on the back of his legs. I wonder how he’ll like it if I bite his butt. I bit him, and he tenses up. I couldn’t inward giggle at that. I then slowly make my way to his tail stub. I always did want to bit him here, but never got the chance. Well, now I do, and he shot forward in pain. “Hey.”

“Sorry.” He only pouts for a moment, before saying to try to lick him there. Guess I wasn’t the only own curious about that. Before long, he’s on his hands an knees. I’m not only licking, and sucking, around his tail stub, but also stroking his dick, while thrusting a finger in his ass. He’s down to biting his left hand, as I continue. And shortly he came a second time this way. He then turns, and gently sits on his butt.

“Let’s not do that ever again, unless it’s a special occasion. Ok?” I giggle as I agreed. “Now, come on. It’s your turn to show me what’s underneath.” I started to fully laugh, and crawled away from him. He grabbed my ankle, and pulled me into his lap. “What are you hiding?” I told him nothing.

“You have to open me like a present.” I started to laugh, as he gave me a puzzled look. Then he started to laugh.

“If you saw so.” He rubbed his hands together, and licked his lips. He then has me pinned down, and he rubbed my sides. “Can I rip you open?” I felt my cheeks burn, as I nod. Thank goodness I packed extra clothes. He rips my sash first, before he rips from my collar. When I was exposed to him, his mouth drops, before it becomes a huge smile. Then he licks his lips as he finished ripping my clothes away. “Is these new?” I nod. “You’re keeping them.” I start to laugh.

…

I’m so grateful Bulma has a cabin in the area. So, we didn’t have to worry about traveling to a warmer place, when we wanted a break. As we settle our things in the cabin, before we got ready to go skating. As we walked to the lake, we’re holding hands. It feels nice that it’s just the two of us. It was a bit embarrassing as Bulma teased me, about not doing anything she would do. I wanted to scream. What made it worst was that even Vegeta made comments.

As we get to the lake, I insist that I help her with her skates. “But I can do it myself.”

“I know, but I just want to do it.” She starts to giggle, as she lets me. Then when we got on the lake, it turned to be a nice time. Even trying to out do each other in a race. Before long, we’re both hungry, and head back to the cabin. We played rock paper scissors to know who would do lunch. I was so happy mom helped me learned to cook a certain dish, and glad I got the chance to make it today. Also, grateful I packed the ingredients this morning.

As I start setting up, Videl joins me in the kitchen. She asked if she could help, but I turned it down. Saying how I wanted this for her. Especially since this is our first Valentine’s, and that I wanted to make it special. Her face grew a pink shade, before she let me continued.

As I began to cook, I sense that she had returned to the kitchen. “You sure I can’t help?” I tell her how I was sure. As we let everything cook, we work on some of our assignments. She’s sitting super closed to me. Closed enough, that our arms were locked together, as we work. But every time I check on the meal, we have to unlock our arms. When everything is done, she had set the table. I hope I did a good job. As I watch her get ready to take the first bite, I started feeling anxious. “Mm. This is so yummy. Did your mom taught you how to make this?” I nod my head. I feel my face burning up, from the compliment. Almost half way through the mean, she makes a comment that it almost seemed that we were already married. Especially how I went all out for this.

I let out a nerves chuckle, and rubbed the back of my neck. “You really think so?” She started to giggle as she said yes. After lunch, we ended up on the couch, reading. She then suddenly gets up, and leaves to another room. I didn’t think anything about it. And that’s when I got a text. I was debating on checking on it, or leaving it alone. But curiosity got the best of me. When I saw what was the message I almost pass out. “VIDEL!” She happily entered the room. Her face was red. “Why? Just why?”

“Erasa said that what most guys like as a Valentine’s gift. You don’t like it?” She went from looking embarrassed to angry. Then she stormed over to me, and started throwing punches at me. I tried to block every one of them, and I could feel my whole body burning up.

“I was just completely shock! But I like it. I like it!” She still was trying to hit me. She then catches me off guard, and trips me. Now she was on top of me, and was ready to punch, till she paused. That’s when I realized why. Her anger was replaced with embarrassment, and she quickly gets off of me. I too felt embarrassed at what just happened. I turned away from her, as I felt my whole body burning, and took more notice of what was happening between my legs.

There was an awkward silence between us. Till she spoke first. “Did I over do it with the picture?”

“No. You look very…” I don’t know how to say it. What am I supposed to say? Beautiful? Sexy? Tasteful? “Nice.” I wanted to scream. Why did I say that? What am I supposed to do in this situation? I then hear her shift behind me, and I’m afraid to look. “So, Erasa told you to do that?”

“Well, since I didn’t know what I should do, I went to her for help. She suggested a lot of different things. And those were more embarrassing than the picture option.” As I listened to her, I can’t help but wonder what was the other options. “Um. I actually have the outfit with me.” Now I have fainted.

…

“Are you sure I should try this? What if it scares him away?”

“Oh, calm down Videl. If this scares him, then something is wrong with him. For goodness sake. You two been dating like what, a year now. If he hasn’t run away from you by now, he could handle this.” I looked at the outfit she had placed on my bed. “Oh, be grateful I didn’t suggest nude pictures. And have you been doing what I also suggested when you two video chatted?” I felt my face burning up, from when Gohan first saw me in my panties. It took me everything to play it off. That first day I even caught him drooling, while I stood in my spandex, booty shorts, and tank top. The next day, he wasn’t able to look at me, and I felt really bad. But after a few more times, it became comfortable, to where even he had a moment of changing in front of me. And that imagine is burned into my memory.

I looked to Erasa, and told her I was ready. It’s a simple outfit. A little girly than what I normally wear, but hopefully he does like it. It’s a short red skirt, and a button-down black blouse. Erasa said I shouldn’t wear a bra, and to leave it unbutton, excepted for the last button. And she made me wear these glasses, and hold a book. We took many pictures, till I was finally happy with one.

As we read, I finally built up the courage to finally show him. He was being extremely sweet today, and even made a romantic lunch. But I still felt somewhat embarrassed, so I went to the bathroom and sent it. “VIDEL!” He doesn’t like it. I feel so hurt. I went through all that trouble, and he doesn’t like it. So, I started to try to punch him. How dare he! When I ended up on top of him, is when I felt something hard pressing against my privates.

“Um. I actually have the outfit with me.” That’s when I heard a loud thump, and looked to find that Gohan had passed out. I started to panic, as I tried to get the situation under control. When he finally came through, there was another awkward silence. It took us both a long time to finally look at each other. “Should we go back to ice skating?”

His face was turning red, as he tried to speak. When he finally did say something, it was asking to see me wear the outfit. “But only if you want to.”

…

“You’re keeping them.” She starts to giggle, as I lean in to capture her lips. I feel her breasts through the thin fabric. It’s so thin and small, that I could practically see through them. I gently take them off her, and take in the sight of my perfect Chichi. I then grabbed her hips. “You get the honors of choosing how I take you.”

She starts giggling, as she says standing. Mm. we rarely do those positions, even before I died. I held onto her hips as I start to slowly get on my feet. She’s still leading back, as I shove myself into her already wet core. I start at a slow pace, to get a good feel of this position. When she starts begging for me to go harder, I gladly do. With each thrust I feel as if I’m going in deeper. Keeping one hand on her hip, I use the other one to thumb play with her clit. It has her begging for me. When she came, I still didn’t let up. After she came a second time, I pull out, and let my seed spill onto her.

I then flipped her, to where I’m holding her by the wrists, as I take her from the back. As I let go of her wrist, one hand is on her hip, while the other takes hold of a fist full of hair. I keep ramming into her, and pulling her hair. My grip on her hip tightens, as she tightens around me, and her screams becomes louder. A few more and… “GOKU!” I let go of her hair, and grab the other hip, and continue ramming inside. She becomes even more tight and soon… “CHICHI!” I try my best to keep us standing, as I view my hand print on her lovely hips.

Once I redrew from her, I have her face me, as I pick her up. We share kisses, as she wraps her legs around, before I shove right back in. She usually doesn’t like when we do this; saying how sometimes it scares her. But I’m so happy she chose this for Valentine’s Day. We continue battling each other’s tongues, and as our bodies move together. She bites my tongue, as she comes all over me. And again, once more, and when I came, I bit her tongue, which made her come a third time. Man, do I love her.

I sat us down, while keeping her on my lap. “Aw. Does my big, strong Goku need a break?”

“Funny, Chichi.” I kiss her neck. “Wanna take a little dip, in one of the pools?” I felt her rubbing my shoulders, as I rubbed her back.

“Sure. Maybe there we could go another round.”

“And you say I’m the needy one.” We both laugh, as I carry her to one of the pools. We enjoyed the cool water, before I’m taking her once again. After a few more rounds, we finally decide to go home. When we do, we went at it again, in our room. Now she was drawing circles on my chest, as my fingers comb her hair, while we were enjoyed the afterglow. “I really do love you.”

“And I really do love you.” With that, we snuggled as we fell asleep. The next day, I went to the lookout, to pick up the boys. Comes to find out, the kids drove Piccolo insane, and making him beg that we don’t do that again. Sorry, but no promises. As me and the boys flew home, Goten went on how much fun he had. And how when Gohan got there, he had a super big smiley face. And that it took a while for him to look at Mr. Piccolo, when asked what he did. And Goten also said how Mr. Popo let everyone play in this clock room. Sounds like the little guy had a blast. And telling from how red Gohan face was, he too had a good Valentine’s day. I hope you didn’t do anything you’re not supposed to. No dad. I didn’t. Good.

…

“But only if you want to.” Her face became red when I asked her. I know my face is on fire, for even admitting that out loud. I watched her get up and grab her book bag. She headed to the bathroom, and a few moments later, she stepped out with the outfit. The picture didn’t do her any justice, for she looked way better in person. She at least kept the blouse closed, and I can tell she has her spandex shorts underneath. She then walked over to me and sat on the floor. She was looking at the floor, and her face was really red. My whole body was on fire, just looking at her.

I finally got some courage in me, as I asked if I could touch her. She said yes, and I timidly moved closer to her. The blouse had long sleeves, while the skirt reached her mid-thigh. I was now sitting next to her, and I touched just above her knee. Her skin felt soft. I rub as far as mid thigh, as I move closer to her. I use my other hand to hold her by the hip, and have her closer to me.

Our faces are inching apart, as I lose myself in the sea of her eyes. I don’t who moved but now our lips were touching. It started a gentle touch, to then exploring each other’s mouths. I’m starting to be happy that I wore short sleeves today. As my hands are rubbing her thigh, and her hip, her hands are rubbing rubbing my bare upper arms. As we’re kissing my nose catches the whiff something sweet, and it also smells like Videl. I have the strongest urge to find out about that smell, but then I suddenly remembered something dad told me. So, instead of end the kiss, to find what the smell is, I mentally smile.

It’s Videl that ends the kiss, and her face has a shade of pink. She looks so cute. She then surprises me, by sitting on my lap. But it’s how she’s sitting that got my face burning up. Her legs on either side of me, while she has her arms wrapped around my neck. And it’s having that scent become stronger, that I’m fighting to stay in control. To top it off, she’s currently pressing down on me. My whole body is on fire, and how she’s looking at me is not helping. My first reaction is just to kiss her. I try to not to move my hands from her hips.

When we part the kiss, I automatically burry my nose in the cork of her neck, and take in a deep whiff. I just enjoy this moment of insanity, that’s she’s putting me through, but try to go no further. Just then her phone rings. As disappointed that she had to leave my grasp, I’m also so relieved. I thought I was dying from the overwhelming sensations. Turns out to be her dad, and she has to go home. I finally get up from the floor, and we share one more kiss, before she goes to the bathroom to change. I then look at the picture she sent me. I’m so lucky.

After I take Videl home, we share one more kiss, before I head to the lookout. On my way there, I’m just full of excitement and overwhelming joy. If I go by what dad said, and how mom explain things, that scent I was smelling was Videl being aroused. I actually make her make her aroused. That’s a nice thought. I was starting to feel scared that maybe I couldn’t do that. But if today is anything to go by, we both have a huge effect on each other.

When I reached the lookout, I paid no mind to how the brats were fighting each other. They usually do that. I simply walked past everyone, and sat at the steps. Mr. Popo asked if I wanted anything to eat, which made my stomach answer for me. We both laughed, as I followed him to another area to eat. Once done, I went back outside, and came face to face with a very annoyed Mr. Piccolo. He was carrying a sleeping Marron, while keeping the brats from punching each other. I couldn’t help snicker at the sight, before I went to help him.

I got Goten, and asked him what happened this time. “Trunks pushed me off the lookout. All because I beat him at rock paper scissors.” Goten was just pouting, as he crossed his arms. This was just too funny. I tried to cheer him up, but doesn’t seem to work. “Besides, big brother, why are you all super duper happy?” I felt my right side of my face twitch, before I looked away, and told him no reason. That’s when Mr. Piccolo and Trunks came over, and started asking me the same question. I tried to get away from them, as my body began to burn up, with the memory of what happened today. It took forever for them to leave me alone about it. Well, so I thought.

When everyone went to a room, to sleep, Mr. Piccolo wanted to talk with me before I went to bed. “Aw, come on.” He told me to stop whining, and tell him what I did today. “I was just spending time with Videl.” He gave me a weird face. “No! Not like that!” I waved my hands in front of me. “We were just ice skating, and having lunch.” He gave me one more funny look, before walking out the room.

When I sense that he’s outside, do I hug my pillow, as I take out my phone. I look at the picture Videl sent me, and I replay in my head what we did today. Replaying how she felt on top of me. Replaying how she smelled. As I look at the picture, do I finally notice, she has a small birthmark on the side of her right breast, from what I could see. The fact I can see she has a birthmark brings a whole another level of excitement. The birthmark almost looks like a heart. So cute.

I hope you didn’t do anything you’re not supposed to. No dad. I didn’t. Good. My face became hot when dad said that, and I couldn’t look at him. When we got home, mom was cooking lunch. Goten quickly went to give her a hug, and I told her hi. I was going to go to my room, till dad pulled me back outside. Dad asked me was I sure nothing happened, and that I should be honest with him. “Nothing happen.” I couldn’t even look at him. All I could feel was anxiety and my face on fire, as he was making me talk about things. Well, it’s best I at least admit a few things, not like he asking for full details. “We mostly were just kissing, and I…”

“STOP!” I looked up at him, and he was waving his hands as if to say hold it. Even his face was red. Glad I’m not the only one who feels this is awkward. “Me and your mother just wants to make sure you’re not doing certain things. If you say you’re not, and you absolutely mean it, then I believe you.” That actually calm me down, and I gave a smile, as I nod my head. “But if something does come up, just know you can come to me or mother. Ok?”

“Yes dad.” After that, we walked back inside to enjoy lunch.

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Ch94

[idanwyn-et-al]

Surging Tides.

Idanwyn's eyes flutter closed; to her crew, she looks like the worst parody of her that they'd heard about from the mutinous Breathless. No regard for clan markings, check (they’d been scrubbed from her); wears silly clothes, check (they’d been assigned to her); pale and tired and useless, check that box, bo's'n. Idanwyn sees the slacking able crew swinging their bare feet over the larboard railing; she can hear their snickering. It's too much, enough to outweigh her exhaustion. Standing to her full height of six fulms, three ilms--small for a Roe, but tall enough---she clenches her fists and raises her dominant left hand to the deck, extending her knobbly index finger. Her aetheric tattoo surges to life, and she sends a gout of wind---something akin to a ceruleum engine starting for the first time after a time in cold dormancy---right to the larboard deck. Those assembled are blown back. "Fuck ye," Idan growls. "I'm th' bloody daughter o' Lluan, an' I'll no' have ye slackin' on me ship." She stalks forward, her wet silks dragging on the dock below.

Seran reaches for her, tries to gather her up in his arms, but she pulls away- worse, the water, the travel, the constant blasts of aether- the First-woven slip of clothing has taken its all. It flakes away in his grasp, and Idan proceeds aboard the ship in the nude, though her fury doesn't seem to pause- to abate, even for a moment. Seran looks around confusedly, following after Idanwyn, barking orders at the sailors, who scramble in their wake.

She strides through the ship, wilting foreign flowers in her hair leaving a path behind her; Seran's tread grinds their sweet petals into the planks. She takes the ceremonial captain's place when a ship is docked, right at the wheel, naked as the moon and just as imperious. "Weall? I've gone tae another world an' come back alive. I've brought guests what'll speak me proof. If Nixie is truly th' legacy o' th' Heavensaxe, then let it cleave a path back tae tha' world, an' many others." Her skin is pebbled with goosebumps, but only Seran can see that, as she knows. "I'll no' be shamed by ye fer no' bein' a Marauder; th' blood o' Lluan th' Depth Charge runs t'rough me, an' I'll bring all o' ye tae adventure an' plunder beyond yer wildest dreams...Llymlaen's teats, perhaps those same dreams'll guide us. Stand wi' me, or mutiny now, lads an' lasses. This is how I'll meet ye!" She holds up the copper knife in her left hand, her aetheric tattoo surging; she looks for all the world like some primal goddess, naked and wearing a silver headdress adorned with the white feathers of a distant bird, wilting flowers in her hair, a true sort of knight behind her.

#nixie ffxiv #idanwyn lluanswys #seran lancier #my writing #friend writing #in which i deeply enjoy playing a Sea Wolf as a tribal Viking sort #this is actually a huge turning point for Idanwyn #also in which i wear a bikini so as to not actually look naked to innocent passersby

[ceruleanchillin]

Honeymoon Headcanons: Mayans Edition

Characters: Angel, Coco, EZ x F!Reader

Miami (Angel)

It wasn’t difficult at all to decide where the two of you would take your honeymoon. When you weren’t gonna be naked, Angel wanted you in sundresses and bikinis. You wanted him in linen shirts, and to feel him up in a club. Couple that with you both wanting a tropical environment, and Miami it is.

Angel letting you handle the accommodations, because you seem to know more about what you wanna see/where you wanna go than he does. He only cares about a bed and shower for when he’s not taking you in the inappropriate places. He just hands over the cash, though he complains about his hurt wallet.

Angel hard as a rock when he sees your new name on your plane ticket.

The two of you nearly missing your flight because your husband needs to “show his wife he loves her”.

You babying him on the flight, because Angel has never flown anywhere before.

“Mami, it’s perfectly valid to feel like a flying toaster can’t safely get you anywhere but a casket. Which they can’t even put you in, because you’ll be everywhere!”

Cue you distracting him with kisses and dirty words in his ear, which gets you initiated into the Mile High Club

Barely making it into the cute little condo before the two of you are at it again, collapsing in the late hours to jet lag and mutual satisfaction.

Your first official day is spent dragging Angel around the humid streets. Knowing he stresses easily if you plan things too tightly, and wanting to wing it yourself. It’s surprising how well you to fit in, it almost feels like home.

Angel switching from being jealous, because your tiny cotton sundress is attracting more than just his attention, to him kissing all over your dewy skin because so much of it is visible.

You getting as jealous as Angel, because it seems like each place you drag him to has openly interested ladies. It’s the white linen shirt that he won’t fully button no matter how many times you try to make him.

Angel basking in the attention, and even playing it up to force you to be the one to initiate inappropriate public sex.

Smirking when you break after a woman pays for his (and unintentionally yours) order at a small cafe you stepped into and you snap and drag him to a hidden place.

“I only love you querida, mi alma.” he whispers in your ear when he bottoms out inside you.

You two are a beautiful couple. Photogenic as all hell. Alone, neither of you have a problem attracting interest, but together, you make people want to be seen around you. That’s why you have no problem club hopping to all the exclusive places.

Angel taking photos and videos of you dancing because he’s so enthralled. He can’t wait to show your kids one day when they ask why he fell for you, and he explains how full of life you are.

Getting enough liquor in Angel to get him dance somewhere away from the club, especially since he (lies) and says he can’t.

You and Angel competing to see who can get the most people to buy your drinks + the two of you losing track because you both get drunk.

A quickie in the coatroom is the prize, Angel fucking you to the hypnotic beat.

Spending a few hours apart the following day, only to still keep texting and FaceTiming each other until you met up, touch starved, at a small restaurant.

Deciding to spend the rest of the day at your Airbnb laid up under each other after Angel scores weed. Teasing Angel about his monetary complaints when you spend all night enjoying the small backyard pool.

Angel thanking God for getting an adventure loving woman as his soulmate when you wake him up the next afternoon to inform him you rented jet skis for the day.

You being impressed when, while jet skiing, Angel silver tongues your way into an invitation to a nearby yacht party out of the host.

FaceTiming Gilly to make him jealous that you two are doing Hookah and drinking Casamigos in a hot tub.

Angel ramping up the mockery when EZ and Coco appear on screen, attracted by Gilly’s whining. Everyone looking overworked and salty, while you and Angel are living your best non-sober lives.

Slipping away from the party to one of the rooms on the boat, because once again, you and Angel never know when to stop teasing each other before it ends up in sex.

Feeling bold enough to suggest that since Angel’s been documenting so much of the trip, that maybe he should film this too.

The aftermath being a surprisingly sweet series of kisses and confessions where the two of you express how thankful you are to have found each other. How you can’t wait to build a forever together.

Marfa + Roswell (Coco)

No one knew how you got Coco to agree to travel for your honeymoon until you finally revealed where you were going. Splitting a week between Marfa and Roswell.

You and Coco are that “weird” conspiracy, incense, and weed couple, so it makes sense.

Giving Coco an edible before you leave, because like Angel, he doesn’t fuck with air travel like that.

“They got me with that bullshit in the military, but that was out of my control. You askin’ a lot right now, you’re lucky you’re cute mujer.”

Coco getting progressively handsy during the flight as the edible hits. Eventually, you stop fake-fighting his neck kisses and forward touches.

Also like Angel in that he’s unafraid to become a member of the Mile High Club.

The ride from the El Paso airport, to the car rental place, to Marfa takes far longer than Coco would like.

He’s used to long stretches of trip on his bike, and when you notice him becoming antsy, you distract him with interesting facts about Marfa.

The entire time, Coco can’t help but think that you’re the perfect road trip co-pilot, only to realize he actually meant his life in general now.

Coco proud as hell when you fall in love with his accommodations choice like he did. The colorful airstream trailers of the El Cosmico hotel are the two of you through and through.

You both trying to be responsible adults and refresh after travel, but continuing to get lost in each other during the whole process.

Shower sex -> Making out while drying off -> Touching while searching through your bags for something to wear -> bed sex -> repeat

Looking thoroughly mauled when you finally manage to get Coco off of you and into the car in search of food the next afternoon.

Coco being happy you can’t cover up due to the heat, while you wonder what superpower he and his boys have that let them wear flannel and long sleeves in the heat.

Dragging Coco to a cute cafe you saw on instagram, and him knowing, by the hipster design of it, that his wallet is about to cry.

Stealing food from his plate, and laughing at him sucking his teeth and whining when he catches you.

“You’re stuck with me forever now Johnny sooo….get used to this.”

“Small price to pay for that I guess.”

Finding small shops to go to and being Siamese twins in every one. Coco showing he has good taste in a lot of things one might think he wouldn’t. Him opening up his wallet at everything you 'ooh' and 'aww' at. He can’t help it, he likes you happy, and your kisses and adoring looks are addicting.

For almost everything you get, Letty gets something too. Neither of you wants that tantrum when you get back.

You fighting yourself to avoid the art supply store, and Coco not having it.

“I have so many supplies already, it’s an addiction at this point.”

“So? Get some more. It’s our week, we shouldn’t stress about shit.”

Coco bragging on your talents and successes to the art shop cashier when you checkout.

“Cocoooo.” you murmur hiding your face in his shoulder, arms around his waist.

“Don’t be shy ma, you’re fucking amazing. I love your skills.”

Cue the cashier swooning at the two of you.

Finding unique liquor stores and getting tipsy on samples. It becomes twice as fun when locals, and other tourists alike, start discussing the Marfa lights with you, and you and Coco impress everyone with your ideas.

Being invited to a bonfire smoke session with the other El Cosmico guests when you get back.

Sketching Coco by the firelight, because he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen in that moment, and now he’s officially yours.

The sex being on another level of intimate that night, because all day you and Coco have been engaging in your respective love languages, and it culminates in mutual need for each other.

The drive to Roswell being more tolerable for Coco, but he still misses his bike. Your excitement about AlienFest is so palpable however, he quickly forgets.

Your hotel being more conventional, but the people you meet making up for it. Finally, you and Coco aren’t the weirdest ones in the room.

Taking the time before the festival starts to check in with friends and family and accumulate odd souvenirs for them. You believe Coco is intentionally getting them stuff they’ll hate.

“Taza won’t wear that baby, he has better taste in jewelry than UFO earrings.”

“Ok, but can he bitch about us not getting him anything? Plus, you can guilt anyone into anything.”

Doing cute edible pastries at the festival.

“You know Aliens are demons right? Jack Parsons and L. Ron Hubbard were doing summoning rituals in the Mojave in 1946, and Roswell was the following year.”

“Word?…Shit. Tell me that again when we’re not rolling. I wanna read about it………you’re so smart mami.”

Coco realizing between every snack stop, every dance he shares with you, every trinket you pick up, and every little conspiracy tidbit you share, that you’re his wife now. That the peace he’s been feeling all week, that he thought he’d never have, is going to be his new normal.

New Orleans (EZ)

You and EZ both enjoy engaging with history and culture, and felt that your honeymoon should be built off of your shared interests. During your meticulous wedding planning, it was decided New Orleans would be the honeymoon destination. It didn’t hurt that you missed your southern roots too, even if you weren’t from New Orleans.

Traveling with EZ is a dream considering you’re both pretty organized, together people. He’s not afraid of flying, but you’re always a little nervous.

EZ being Best Husband™️ and soothing even the most minor of your stresses by turning your attention to the excitement of your trip and your new relationship status.

Teasing EZ in-flight won’t get you Mile High Club initiated, because he finds it much more entertaining to punish you by letting you work the both of you up, and making you stay that way for the duration of the flight. He’s got enough will power to suffer through it, because your soft whines make it worth it.

The airbnb is everything it was promised to be, and you’d appreciate that later, but all you can think of is your husband when you step through the door. That’s the other half of why EZ likes to leave you waiting. Your aggression and exclusive desire for him gets, and keeps, him hard.

It rains the following day, which is just as well, because neither of you are quite ready to stop physically expressing your love for each other. The day consists of ordering food, falling out of your clothes and onto each other, separating to read, falling back on each other, and quick naps.

Angel sending mocking texts in your Reyes group about how you’re trying to turn his brother bamma like you, only to stop when you threaten him with no souvenirs.

EZ and you taking responsibility for your own tour because let’s face it, you both know exactly what you want to see, and can plan a more satisfying tour for the both of you. You take turns deciding where to go next.

When it’s his turn, EZ picks an art museum, and can’t quit smiling about it. You think it’s because he picked a place he really wanted to go to.

“Babe, I have a surprise for you.”

“What?” your excitement always makes EZ’s heart race with his own.

He hands you the guide brochure he picked up at the door, folded to the section he wants you to look at.

“Faith Ringgold exhibit?!”

He hums and nods, grunting when you knock into him with a hug.

“Thank you for thinking of me. I love you.” you look up at him, eyes shining with unshed tears and he just kisses you, afraid he’ll cry if he says anything.

The two of you avoid the tourist trap spots for lunch and find a cute family owned cafe. You order for the both of you based on what you know about southern cuisine and both of your tastes.

You love watching EZ fall in love with the food as he keeps asking “Can you make this?” about everything he eats.

The two of you walking through the Garden District in the evening. Hands swinging between you with no plans but to admire the beautiful homes and foliage.

EZ noting how awestruck you are, and you describing what you love about the historic, towering homes.

He catches that when you describe what your dream home in the area would be, he and your future children are mentioned frequently, and it makes butterflies dance in his stomach. He can picture your family in the yards around him.

The two of you almost make it back to your Airbnb, but give into your baser urges after all the domestic conversation. EZ pulls you into an alley for a quickie, the two of you fighting to silence the other’s vocal expression.

You teasing EZ after that he’s more like his brother than he thinks. Him teasing back the two of you would’ve been caught and arrested if he was like Angel.

The following day is relaxed and less planned. The both of you getting thoughtful gifts for each member of your family, blood and otherwise. EZ scores major points for the gifts he suggests for your mom and dad, and you kind of want to jump him again.

EZ is glad you’re impressed, but it’s nothing to him. It all comes naturally because he loves you so much, and refuses to be anything other than the husband he knows you deserve.

AN:

I didn’t want to add this, cuz I wanted to end on a sweet note, but you just know Angel would accidentally send that vid to one of his boys.

Personally, I lose it for shit like this. Anything domestic in writings is my jam, so I decided to make these headcanons.

- Fun fact: Jet Ski is kind of like Bandaid in that it’s become the generic term for “personal water vehicles”, but it’s actually a specific brand’s name for their PWVs. I learned this while writing this enjoy💀.

#mayans mc #mayans imagine #angel reyes #angel reyes x reader #coco cruz #coco cruz x reader #ez reyes #ez reyes x reader #reader insert #angel reyes imagine #coco cruz imagine #ez reyes imagine

[johnsamericano]

Can do a fic about dilf doyoung is your Father's friend but u have a secret relationship with him them one day he got you preggo so u moved in with him plsssss also put a lot of smut shshshhshsh pls I hope you read this.

Hi there! My requests are currently closed but I can never resist writing dilf!Doyoung so you’re lucky. There's not THAT much smut in this because I wanted to make it as realistic as possible. Hope you like it!

warnings: dirty talking, sex, language, use of the name daddy, spanking, unexpected pregnancy, age gap.

“What’s the meaning of this invitation, Mr. Kim?” You inquired, walking past the front door with a gym bag hanging from your shoulder. “It's not every day you invite me to a private swimming party.”

“Very funny.” He welcomed you with a hug, his warm, naked chest pressed against your covered one. “Jeno’s out with his friends. He won't come back until tomorrow.”

“Aw, but where's the fun in that? I wanted to be with him.” That response earned you a slap in the ass, hard enough to serve as a warning not to keep testing his patience.

“Get changed. I'll wait for you in the hot tub.”

You locked yourself in the nearest bathroom, quickly yanking off your clothes to replace them with a baby blue bikini. You knew how much he loved the matching set, not as much as taking it off you, of course.

Wanting to make him wait for a while longer, you neatly folded your clothes and placed them over your sleeping wear inside the bag you'd brought with you.

“Took you long enough.” He was sitting inside the water, his arms spread wide as he gave you a less than amused look. “Come here.”

Despite how dominant he might look on the outside, he never managed to fool you. As soon as you were between his arms, your face was guaranteed to be covered with kisses from his soft lips.

“I missed you this past few weeks.” His wet thumb traced figures over your arm, avoiding looking into your eyes. “Why haven't you visited?”

Your fingers played with the small, grey hairs covering the nape of his neck.

“It's getting harder to hide it from Jeno, and I know if he ever found out, our friendship would be over. I don't wanna lose him.”

“He’ll find out, better sooner than later.” The look on your face must've given away your thoughts. “What? Did you think this was just something casual?”

“I mean...” His jaw dropped, arms falling into the water with a splash. “Look, you have to understand me. We started right after your wife left, I thought you were using me to forget her. And I didn't mind-”

“Using you?” Just a few millimeters and his eyebrows would be touching. “Have you always thought so low of me?”

“Doyoung...”

“I want a future with you, y/n. Not just an occasional fuck but an actual relationship, and if you don't feel the same about me, then we might as well end things here.” This was the first time you'd seen him mad, with his whole face red from anger and the warmth of the jacuzzi, he looked as if he were about to explode.

“Of course I do. But it's complicated.” The red shade tinting his cheeks and ears, slowly faded. “No one would accept our relationship, for starters.”

“I couldn't care less about other’s opinions.”

In less than a second, his lips crashed against yours, hard. But there was a hint of sweetness in his wild movements, the way his hands caressed your back while his tongue worked its way inside your mouth aggressively.

“Already so eager?” He asked as your heat rubbed itself against his clothed cock. “Not here.”

“What...?”

The muscles in his legs tensed as he stood up with you still between his arms. He was strong, for a man of his age, of course.

“I’m afraid that I've been fucking you the wrong way, which might have been the reason for you to have the wrong idea about us.” Leaving a trail of water drops behind you, you climbed up the stairs leading to the second floor, where his room was located. “Scratch that. No more fucking, from now on, I'm gonna make love to you.”

“Have you always been this cheesy?” Your feet touched the floor as he removed his hands from below your thighs, slightly pushing you until the back of your knees touched the mattress.

“Don’t make me change my mind and spank that pretty ass.”

“Rude.” You let yourself fall on the fresh comforter, dragging him down with you.

“Take your clothes off for me, won't you?” He busied himself pulling down his swimming trunks while you struggled with the knot keeping your bra in place. “Such a silly, little girl. Can't do anything without her daddy, can her?”

“Please.” Even though you hated being humiliated, your core didn't seem to bother. His degrading words only caused your essence to form an even larger patch on your bikini. “Doyoung...”

“Fine.” His cock was standing proudly, his tip dripping with small beads of precum. “On your knees and turn around.”

He worked through the knots as fast as his trembling fingers allowed him to. His mouth was aching to say the special words he'd been keeping to himself for a while now, but he didn't have enough courage yet.

“Ready.” The straps fell down your arms, tickling the skin as they slid.

You took the last piece of your suit off, finally allowing your body to be consumed by the humidity of the summer evening. Doyoung was quicker to enter you than usual. No teasing, just lovemaking as he’d promised earlier.

“You’re so warm.” His lips were attached to your collarbone, sucking to leave a mark big enough for everyone to see. “Your little cunt takes me so well. No one else could make me feel as good as you do.”

With his hips pistoning your hole, your fingers found their way to the nape of his neck, dancing over the tender skin. The way you were looking at each other, so intimate and full of affection, had the words he'd been wanting to say rushing out of his lips.

“I love you.” His movements faltered as if waiting for you to give him any type of answer.

“What’s with that scared face?” You giggled, every inch of your skin flushed with embarrassment and desire. “I love you too.” He loved how young you made him feel, like a silly teenager confessing to his crush only to find out his feelings were reciprocated.

His thrusts resumed, this time slower, deeper, making sure you felt every single ridge and vein of his cock. His length caressed your walls oh so deliciously, bringing you closer and closer to your high. Until someone had to ruin it.

“Dad, where are you?” In a rush, Doyoung pulled out, not even noticing how his seed spilled out of your hole. Fear had taken over the pleasure.

“Get in the bathroom, he probably just forgot something. Don't worry.”

As he'd said, Jeno was quick to leave. Not even ten minutes later, Doyoung was back in his room, announcing Jeno’s little getaway got extended.

“So that means, you can stay for a while longer. Only if you want of course.” The bathtub was filling with warm water and bubbles he'd added. “Or we can go on our own trip, whatever you want.” You felt at ease between his arms, his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

Who would've thought you'd be losing your mind a few weeks later because of the same man that had given you so much peace before.

“How could you forget to wear protection?!”

“Don't treat me as if I were the only one responsible for this situation.” You hid your face between the warmth of your palms, supporting the side of your head against the window. “Look at me, baby.”

You shook your head, tears starting to slip between your fingers.

“I’m here for you, darling. Whatever you want to do, I'll fully support you.” His thumb traced the shape of the shell of your ear.

“I don't know what I want to do.”

“We still have time to help you figure things out, okay?” There was a certain sadness to his tone, almost as if his hopes were vanishing.

He didn't want to get rid of it, but being pregnant was a burden that you'd have to carry alone as much as he tried to help. It was your choice and only yours.

“I want to have it, but I don't even have a job or economical support. My parents would kill me if they found out. And Jeno, oh boy, he'd have a heart attack.”

“You have me, y/n. And even though I can't do anything about other people's reactions, I'll always be by your side.”

Doyoung wasn't lying. He walked you through every step, even assumed part of the responsibility when talking to your parents, who didn't react as badly as you'd foreseen.

“Just make sure you're making the right choice.” They'd said.

Jeno was the last person to find out.

“Oh, hey y/n. Were you waiting for me?” He dropped the sports bag right in front of de door.

“We have to tell you something.”

“We?” The look on his face was almost comical as if life had been sucked out of his handsome features.

“Yes, we.” Doyoung laced his fingers with yours, tightly locking your hands together.

His father explained the situation calmly, making sure to use the right words to avoid scaring him away. By the time he was done, Jeno was just staring at you with an emotionless face.

“Jeno?” Your heart dropped at the thought of losing your friend. “Say something, please.”

“You want me to say something?”

There was a small, dramatic pause to add some tension to his words. But the mood lightened as soon as his eyes became crescent moons.

“Bold of you to assume I wasn't aware of your little relationship.” He giggled. “It's okay, guys. You're both adults and I trust you know what you're doing.”

“What the hell is going on?” Your thoughts slipped out of your mouth.

“Thank you, Jeno.” Doyoung mouthed, squeezing your shoulder.

“Man, I always wanted a little brother.” He walked up to you, wrapping his arms around you and his father's neck.

“I rather have a girl this time.”

“Should I call you mom?” Jeno teasingly asked, poking the back of your head.

“Try me.”

(...)

As you folded your clothes and placed them in your new closet, the sun started setting. The light sound of sizzling could be heard from the room, probably Doyoung cooking dinner.

“Y/n!” He shouted from downstairs. “Come help me set the table.”

“Coming!” You set aside the remaining boxes. There were not many clothes left to unpack, so you could finish after eating.

You tiptoed on your way downstairs, accomplishing to scare him with a surprise back hug.

“Stop, you could've burnt yourself.” He scolded, undoing your hug only to quickly pull you by his side moments later.

“Is it me or are you getting a little too overprotective?”

“Am not!” His eyebrows quivered like they did every time he lied.

“Really? Then why haven't we had sex ever since you found out I was pregnant?” Your hand teasingly traced figures on his lower abdomen, a little too close to the stove he was using.

“You’re gonna get burnt.” Once again, he tried to push you away, but your hand remained in the same position. “Baby...”

“Uh-uh, you're not gonna sweet-talk your way out. Why won't you touch me anymore? Have I lost my charm or something?”

“What? No!” He turned off the stove, completely turning to his side to face you. “I just don't wanna hurt the baby.”

“Bullshit. You know it's still safe to do it, you already had one son, for god's sake.” Your arms were crossed over your slightly swollen mounds. “I want the truth.”

“I’m telling you the truth...” There was no nervous quiver from his eyebrows, but his tone was less than convincing.

“The whole truth, Doyoung.”

There was no way out, he had to tell you what he'd been trying to hurry at the back of his head for weeks now.

“I can't stop thinking that the only reason we became official is because of this baby, and I'm afraid if you lose it, I'll lose you as well.” It seemed as if your roles had reversed, as if he was the youngest, the most immature.

“Idiot.” You flicked his forehead with anger, later pulling him into a bear hug. “Get those stupid ideas out of your little head or I'll have to slap them out of you.”

“Rude much.”

“I told you once before we found out about the baby...” Your lips were achingly close to his, ready to kiss those soft, pink pillows. “I love you.”

Your eyes were stuck on his lips, too busy to notice how his eyes started sparkling, the edge of them trying to contain his tears. After a while, you looked up, his nostalgic expression puzzling you.

“I’m sorry, it's the hormones.” He sniffled.

“That's not how pregnancy works, honey.”

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[andhumanslovedstories]

I’ve gone through a lot of complicated feelings about not shaving my leg hair (which can be summed us as the conflict between what I ideologically believe versus my actual comfort level with expressing it publicly) but I’ve mostly nicely settled into I don’t shave legs and pits and I mostly don’t care. The big area that’s been hard though is my upper thighs, which have noticeable darker black hair that is basically pubic hair attempting to annex my knees, and that makes me really uncomfortable. Wearing shorts so that the dark upper leg hair is showing feels lewd (a word that I was not aware I could apply to myself but is the only one that comes to mind). It feels more naked than being naked. So I don’t shave my legs but I also don’t wear shorts, and this is the compromise I’ve kept off and on since freshman year of high school. I’ve finally gotten comfortable with unshaved legs and stuff worn in public up to my knees, but there’s been a final frontier of the real short stuff. 

But joyous day, I have finally confirmed that no matter what way in which I remove hair from my bikini line, the area gets inflamed and ingrown and very painful. Every method. All methods. Please don’t tell me another method. My bikini line is like “we WILL be HAIRY thank YOU!!” and then my upper thighs in general are like “if you look at a razor, I will burst into flames”. And it’s like. Cool. Nothing I can do. No choice to be made here. My body is what it is and it’s hairy and there’s nothing I can do. I am morally absolved to wear short shorts. I don’t have to learn or grow or work through stuff at all. My body issues are all solved and I’ll never have problems again 

#okay last sentence is a joke but i do genuinely feel like i've recently crossed some comfort milestone with hairiness and it's very nice #just in time for summer

[taones]

𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

Characters: Tanaka, Oikawa, Hinata, Bokuto

Notes: this request took absolutely ages, it was one of the first asks I ever got on here I’m sorry @scraggylovesanime ily hope you like them mwah <3

Warnings: They get handsy at several points, suggestive, mentions of people hitting on the reader

Part 2 - Coming soon

@prettysetterbaby​ cause you’re a cultured Tanaka simp baby and the only person on my taglist sjdjdjd

Tanaka

↬ You know the Tom & Jerry heart eyes face? yeah that's him

↬ He’s such a simp for you he can barely hold it all in when he sees you in slightly tight clothes let alone a whole swimsuit, whatever your choice of swim gear is

↬ Verbally says ‘wow’ when he first sees you not even lying, his nose may as well be bleeding because you broke his brain for a solid 5 minutes there

↬You could be wearing a whole wetsuit and his jaw would still drop like you were completely naked

↬ Warning, he becomes a lot more handy like there is no way his hands aren’t sneaking down to squeeze your ass when you come over for a kiss (obvs only if you’re okay with it)

↬ You’re on his lap or touching him pretty much the entire time because he doesn’t want anyone else seeing how gorgeous his s/o is however he’s stuck because he also wants to show everyone how gorgeous you are

↬ Muttering  things like ‘so sexy’ and ‘all mine’ between kisses because he’s a whore but specifically for you <3

↬ If you were nervous about it, you’re definitely not now because he’s quick to become soft Ryu when he notices and kisses under your ear, whispering about how amazing you look

Hinata

↬ Congrats, you have actually just killed a man

↬ No really, he stops functioning and goes bright red. He’s kinda uses to seeing a lot of people in bikinis and the tightest excuses for swim shorts since his time in brazil but nothing ever affects him like you do

↬ When you giggle at his reaction he’ll snap back into it but be prepared for a whole bunch of word vomiting about ‘oh my god you’re so pretty’ and he is trying so hard not to stare at your chest/ass but he can’t help it

↬ It’s so cruel to tease him like this but it’s also so funny to see the way his ears burn and he has to bite the inside of his cheek whenever you bend over and ask him to put sunscreen on your back

↬ He get’s sick of your teasing eventually and kinda just tugs you into a hug to tell you how pretty he thinks you look, even if he does stutter a little you don’t mention it

↬  Makes sure you put a lot of sunscreen on, not only because he wants to prevent skin issues but also because he wants as much time being able to stare at you as possible

↬ You find yourself going on a lot more beach trips after that, specifically ones that Hinata’s friends ‘just can’t make’

Oikawa

↬ he probably helped choose the swimsuit let’s be honest, or he brought it for you because we stan sugar daddy oikawa

↬ when you come out of the changing room/bedroom etc the first thing he’s gonna do is chuckle and pull you towards him by the waistband/straps of your costume for a kiss

↬ It’s not his fault his hands end up in not so innocent places

↬ For real though, he’s really sweet about it and will hype you up if you’re even the slightest bit uncomfortable in what you’re wearing

↬ ‘what are you talking about y/n? You look  so good I want to keep you all to myself’ what a sweetheart

↬ You end up late to wherever you’re going if you decide to show him while you’re still in the privacy of your home or hotel...but he’s not opposed to a well hidden changing stall either

↬ Whatever you do, you’re getting yelled about to anyone and everyone who will listen. And by that I mean every social media that Tooru has is getting spammed with photos of his ‘stunning s/o’ that he loves a lot

↬ It’s nothing compared to the sweet comments he whispers i your ear when you’re sitting on the beach though

Bokuto

↬ Wholesome, such a sweet man but at the same time he is the opposite

↬ Will totally spin you around and yell about how he’s so lucky and you look amazing in the swimsuit you picked out until his lungs hurt and you’re a giggling mess

↬ And keeps making comments throughout the trip about how you should go to the beach or the pool more often because he likes seeing you in a swimming costume

↬ His probably matches yours on purpose because he wanted it to be like a cute couple thing (please i’m so soft) if yours is black then his is or if you have stars on yours then he does too

↬ Bonus points if you’re a guy or wear swim shorts instead of bikini bottoms/on top of your swimsuit because he will literally buy the same ones as you 

↬ What he doesn’t tell you is that he likes doing this so he can let people know you’re his

↬ Which is where the not-so-wholesome part comes in because the moment he sees someone else staring then He’s gonna be behind you or pulling you onto his lap and kissing you or your neck

↬ He makes a whole show of showing whoever it is, and the whole damn beach, that you’re his even if he keeps his sunny disposition when talking to you

↬ ‘Oh it’s nothing baby, just because you look so cute baby’ he’ll say as if his hands aren’t situated firmly on your ass in full view of the guy that was staring at you

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