#herb welch

[officialbillhader]

They burned his friend :(

#awesomepie3221 #bill hader #herb welch #snl #saturday night live

[fandomtransmandom]

#bill hader #stefon zolesky #snl stefon #stefon meyers #herb welch #vinny vedecci #the to do list #willy mclean #can anyone tell me where McLean comes from for Willy or Dave? it's been driving me up a wall for years now #seth dozerman #captain seth dozerman #dozerman #richie tozier #hey. it bill. #a sliver of my beloved Conan🥺🥰 #hbo barry #barry berkman #tw police #tw smoking #here are poorly made gifs you can get in better quality elsewhere because I'm too burnt out to write🤷🏻‍♂️ #if anyone wants an image description lmk😊

[nintendowiig]

Bill Hader hitting Kristen Wiig in the crotch

#Bill Hader #Kristen Wiig #SNL #Saturday Night Live #Herb Welch #Watch What Happens Live #Andy Cohen

[formerchaoslord]

Well well, so tomorrow is Dante's birthday? then I! Leticia! I came with a whole birthday party just for you! hehe! Oh but how? You wonder, I'll show you!

"I! Rarah, I brought the party location! a salon that my mom doesn't usually let me use, but she doesn't need to know! Hehehe!"

"Hehehe, and me! Morais! I brought the cake and sweets!"

"..." (Be careful with him, he's not good...)

(☝️Persona and oc of MM Star Force☝️)

"With the wisdom that I have carried for millennia, I feel it is my duty to share it with someone who is completing another year of life, young man"

"Ehh... I brought the snacks and birthday hats..."

___

Hehehe, happy birthday friend! Many years of life! consider this my gift! 💕💕

🎂🎁🎈🎉🍰

Wow! Looks like everyone showed up to wish me a happy birthday. Thank you so much!

"Looks like we're really gonna have a party with all the awesome stuff they brought!"

"They brought snacks, too?! Let me at 'em!!"

"Hey! Don't hog up all the snacks, Bud!"

"I don't know how you brought a spa, but I'm not complaining! I'm jumping in!"

"I'm right behind you!"

"Hey... Is that snowman-yeti-penguin guy an FMian? Looks like there are still some I haven't met yet..."

"Should we be worried...?"

"Nah, I don't think so. Let's just enjoy the party!"

And so, the party commenced!

#leleamo #my birthday #administrator (ooc) #welch vineyard at your service (ic) #bud has pulsed in (ic) #class president luna has got your back! (ic) #shuko will stay possitive (ic) #jasmine brought some herbs (ic) #omega xis has pulsed in (ic) #geo has pulsed in (ic) #megaman has logged in (ic) #star ocean the last hope #megaman star force #megaman battle network #(This was a pleasent surprise.)

[saradika]

Hi hi! Happy Halloween!!!!! 🎃👻

I don’t have a fave character to send in, and my comfort movies are like The Conjuring and Rosemary’s Baby lol so I will pass on asking you to make me something 💕

I just wanted to stop by and say hello and I hope you have a wonderful spooky day!

hi Amanda! 🍁💖🍂 thank you for stopping by, this was so sweet! I really hope you had a great Halloween! (I am living for all your Ghost rbs, btw!)

I know you said I don’t have to make something but I made a little spooky sorta-Conjuring-themed moodboard, just to celebrate the season! 💕

———

[saradika’s trick or treat celebration - closed]

#thinking about you! 💕 #moodboards #the conjuring #herb-welch #saradika’s trick or treat 23

[dogtheories]

WHAT

#soda.txt #HERB WELCH?

[allthingsobrien]

just found out that most of my favourite snl sketches of all time were written by john mulaney so i don’t know what that says about me, but i have decided that i’m cool with it

#john mulaney #saturday night live #snl #john has great humour #to be fair #so it’s all good #the kissing family is insanely hilarious #same goes for herb welch #the diner lobster one was so good #i’m glad he finally got to perform it #after seth turned it down ages ago lmao #he’s just the funniest man #i love him a lot #is that obvious?? #text post

[flamehairedwritings]

Hey bitch.

I hope you had the greatest day.

I hope you have the best week ever.

I love your face.

YOU?? ARE??? THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE?????

I'm having a GREAT week, bby, I hope you are too 🥺🥺🥺

#ask #herb-welch #amanda #AMAAAAAAAAAANDAAA

[her-satanic-wiles]

Commissions are open!

Masterlist

Words: 4.5k.

Warnings: begging, body worship, choking, corruption kink, cum eating, cunnilingus, dirty talk, dry humping, dubcon elements, fingering, hand job, humiliation kink, licking piss off a hand, making out, masturbation, mentions of dark kinks (but nothing explicit), mentions of penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, nipple play, omorashi, orgasm denial, partner worship, plus size!Reader, positive degradation, PIV sex, rough sex, salirophilia, spanking, sploshing, squirting, switch Mary & Reader, they acting like horny teenagers, under/non-negotiated kinks, unprotected sex, use of the word “bitch”, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, watersports

Taglist: @bitchywitchygardener @astro-ghoul99 @jogjosmowwdkfs @ohgoodnesswhatdo @malixxxmistress @gardenghoul22 @m0rbidmacabre @herb-welch @inkstainedrat @angellayercake @xshadyladyx @ghoulette-knell @da-rulah @th4t-em0-k1d @mae-mei-m @in-ghost-we-trust @onlyhereforghost @ultraghostproblems

🔞 MDNI 🔞

Mary didn’t look like much of a cuddler, but he was - and he was completely unashamed of it, too, he’ll have you know. He was a person who loved heavy metal, blood, guts and gore, and snuggling with you on the couch and watching movies, giving you sweet little loving pets and listening to your breathing when you’d fall asleep on him. Bright smiles, warm hugs, a kiss on the forehead and gentle touches down your back. But, there was a really, really tiny, super small, minute, little problem: his libido ran like the Duracell fucking Bunny and he had the self control of a moth when it sees light. Your genitals fit the analogy so on and so forth.

He wouldn’t have you in his lap often, as much as he loved it, because it was somewhat of a sexual trigger for him. It didn’t matter how many layers you both were wearing, if your pussy was on his cock in any capacity he could feel it. He could feel every little twitch, any movement, any heat radiating off your body like radiation seeping into the ground at Chernobyl - and it made him feral. A rabid animal rutting into you desperately needing to cum. Turned on and raring to go at you no matter what. Was it exhausting? Too fucking right. Did you enjoy every second? Absolutely.

You were both watching a horror movie on the couch and all you did was bend down to kiss him once you returned from getting you both a drink, but he scooped you into his lap, stuck his tongue down your throat then feigned surprise when he started chubbing up beneath you, playfully scolding you for capitalizing on his little problem as you rubbed your clothed cunt against him a tantalizing two times. All his chastising, however, clearly had no ground to stand on as his hands had sunk into your plush hips and pushed you further onto him, applying more pressure between you both and groaning at the impact. But there were still too many layers between you, so he began to tug at your pants and pull them from you, taking the opportunity to remove his own when you briefly climbed off him to remove yours from you. The second his ass touched back down on that couch, now only covered by his grey briefs, he pulled you into his lap again and had you rub against him.

“Doesn’t that feel better, my angel?” He muttered into your mouth.

You moaned in response, the noise being caught by his tongue as he ran it over your top lip. Your hands clutched at his sleeveless tee, the fabric practically hanging off his paper-thin body. The faster your hips moved, the tighter your grip became. All the while, Mary whimpered beneath you, fingers digging into your hips and then your thick thighs, squeezing at the fat enough to keep you comfortable but so he could still have his fill of your voluptuous body.

Mary did things to you you didn’t realise you liked - and especially when he had you pinned beneath him, bent in half with his cock driving into you. But even though he was the one ruining your body for his own pleasure, he made noises as if he were the one submitting. His mouth would utter the filthiest of dirty talk, the most profane shit, in between little bitch-boy whimpers that had your cunt clenching every time - and right now was no exception. He’d mutter things desperately in between kisses, but most of the time he would just whimper and moan while his fingers moved across the expanse of your body like they had a mind of their own. Sometimes his words would become clear, but most of the time you just died at the sound of his desperation.

“This fucking cunt, baby, shit! I can feel you through my underwear- you’re so fucking wet already.”

“I - fuck - I blame you for this.”

He also began moving his own hips as best he could from beneath you, but this position didn’t allow him much movement, so he pushed himself down the sofa just a little, allowing his ass to hang off the edge ever so slightly, and give him more room to recline and fully take in the sight of his goddess using him for her pleasure. “I know I’m always horny for you, but this just proves you’re exactly the same for me, hm?”

“Only you get me this turned on, Mare.”

He groaned. “Too fuckin’ right. So desperate for my cock got you humping me while we watch a fucking horror flick.”

“You started it.”

“I love that you get so fucking horny for just opening your legs for me. My own gorgeous, little slut, yeah?”

You whimpered for him, your clit dragging against his impossibly hard cock as your hips moved faster, gearing up for an orgasm. You felt one of his hands roam over your breasts, finding your nipple and begin playing with it through the fabric of your t-shirt. He loved that you never wore a bra at home, mostly because it gave him easy access to your tits. Sometimes he just wanted to grab and grope at you, other times he wanted to rest his head on them and hold you against him. His eyes were fixated on the way they jiggled slightly with your movement - not quite as much as when he’d ravage you, but even still they were utterly captivating to him.

“Fucking hell, Mary. I’m gonna cum!”

“Yeah, baby? You g-gonna cum in your panties for me, hm? Desperate little wh-whore can’t wait until my cock is inside her, she has to - fuck! - hump me like a bitch in heat.” His other hand that was on your thigh moved to your ass, gave you a quick squeeze before it came down hard on your flesh, making your ass cheek ripple deliciously. He was sad he couldn’t see it, but watching you take your bottom lip between your teeth and lift your shirt up to pull at your nipple, he found himself grinding against you harder. “Let go. Cum for me, angel. Please. L-let me see that perfect face a-as I make you cum.”

The sound of Mary’s whimpers and the feel of him against your cunt had you tipping over the edge in what felt like no time flat. He had a dark look in his eye, filled almost entirely of lust, with just a smidge of adoration.

“That feel good, baby?”

“So fucking good.”

He held you by your hips again to keep you steady as he gently continued rocking into you. He looked down at where you both were connected and saw that your juices had dampened his briefs just a little. If he didn’t get inside you soon, he’d simply perish. He moved down and pulled himself out of his underwear, gasping at the freedom.

But you made to move. “Hold on, Mare, gotta piss.”

“___.” He whined.

“I’ll be back.” Mary tightened his grip and refused to let you leave. “Mary, you gotta let me go.”

“You can hold it.” His bare cock was now rubbing against your panties over your clit, eyes fixated on it.

“Mare, I’m not kidding. I gotta go!” You were laughing at his ridiculousness. He could be so petulant when he wanted to be.

Mary returned your laughter, a cheeky, love-drunk smile plastered on his lips and a mischievous glint in his eye. “I’m telling you, you can hold it. Move your panties to the side, baby, I want in.”

“Mary, you can fuck me any which way you choose, just let me go to the toilet! I will piss on you.”

He dared to let go of one of your hips, moving to grasp onto your wrist instead. With his other hand now free, he pulled your panties to the side exposing your cunt to him completely, then moved it to your stomach. “Please, on this couch? You wouldn’t dare.” He was now sporting a dangerous look, daring you to do the unthinkable. He knew you wouldn’t, but took great fun riling you up to annoyance. Calling your bluff for the shits and giggles.

“Mary.”

His thrusts got a little rougher, clearly taking so much pleasure out of being a nuisance. Your eyes closed, feeling of his bare cock rubbing through your folds and catching your clit so deliciously. You didn’t want to move. You wanted him to keep pleasuring you, and fuck you into the couch cushions until you couldn’t feel your legs. You also didn’t really want to piss on him, though. Your protests were still there, but weak. So weak. “Y-you have to let me go.”

“I wanna fucking bury myself so fucking deep inside you, angel. Fuck, baby, this pussy is so wet for me. So warm. Shit!”

He began pressing on your stomach over your bladder, making your need to pee much more urgent. “Mary, I’m gonna pee. I can’t hold it.”

“Yes you can.”

“I can’t. Mary, please!”

He pressed harder. What he didn’t realise was just how bad you actually needed to go, and just how much pressure he was putting on your body with his hand. You tried to hold it back, but it was just too much. What started as a small trickle turned out to be a full, broken dam bursting at the seams and flooding the valley below. The valley was your partner. At first, Mary kept thrusting, thinking that it was just your cunt providing extra cream with just how worked up you were, cock twitching at the feeling and the warmth surrounding him. But then he felt it, the unusually warm wetness that began pouring itself over his cock. He looked down, thrusts slowing, and watched as his light grey briefs became darker and darker with each drop that spilled onto him. He couldn’t believe you’d done that, but more importantly, he couldn’t believe just how hot that actually was.

“I’m so sorry!” You started, managing to cut your flow before too much damage had been done. When you spoke, and he heard the panic in your voice, he looked up at your face to see you flushed and embarrassed. Innocent. Sweet. He was the one in the wrong, but there you were, halfway drained your piss onto him and still thought that you should have tried harder to hold it.

It took Mary to find his voice again, mouth wide open in disbelief but pupils entirely blown. He looked insane. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

“I really tried to stop but I-”

He sat up and pressed his nose to yours, and the movement made you feel his briefs, now sopping wet with your piss. “Can you do it again?” He asked.

Now you were the one wearing disbelief. “What?”

Mary’s patience was starting to wear thin. He grabbed your chin in between is index finger and thumb, and his voice turned stern. “Don’t look at me like that. When you just fucking pissed yourself on my lap, don’t you fucking make me look like the disgusting one. The fucking innocence about it all too. Big wide eyes. The fucking audacity. Now, finish what you started.”

“Y-you liked it?”

“___, that was the hottest thing you have ever fucking done. I’m dying here. Piss on me.” He lay back to his original position and let his eyes drop to your cunt.

You nodded, and fully let yourself go this time, groaning at the feeling of finally emptying your bladder. “Fuck.” Mary whispered. He didn’t realise it was loud enough for you to hear. “Filthy bitch.”

You saw him staring, felt him desperately rutting against your cunt as your piss poured onto him, this time worse than before. His once light grey briefs were growing saturated with you, his bare cock growing wetter and wetter as his hips bucked against you, nudging against your clit and spreading the stream further and further. Every time he nudged against you felt like a jolt of electricity which merged with the relief of your bladder emptying, and you found yourself enjoying it so much more than you ever thought you would. Your hips moved, too, desperately rubbing against him as your hands moved back to your nipples to play with them.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that.” He gritted his teeth. “Just fucking like that, oh shit!”

It was hot. A stream of warm liquid splashing down his cock, seeping into his underwear and sticking to his skin. He trembled in excitement, cheeks burning. Gut twisting as it rolled down his ass cheeks and pooling on the sofa.

The look of disappointment on his face when you’d finished was so obvious, and if you weren’t quite so horny, you probably would have laughed. But Mary was in a different headspace altogether.

He couldn’t stop himself. He was rabid. He reached down and lined himself up with your entrance, shuddering as his hand grazed his briefs. His cock, now covered in your piss, was pushed all the way inside of you, burying himself to the hilt in one fell swoop. Your mouth hung open at the sensation, eyebrows furrowed in pure, unbridled pleasure. You watched as he removed his hand from between you both and ran his tongue over where his skin had touched his underwear, and you realised that it was your piss he was licking off his hand.

“And you’re calling me filthy.” You told him through a smirk.

His only response was a cheeky grin, before he planted his feet on the floor, gripped your hips so hard they might bruise, and roughly fucked into you in the way he knew you both loved. You received a hit to your cervix as punishment for your cheek, but of course, the noise you made when you felt it sounded less like a reaction to a punishment.

The faster Mary thrusted, the more noise filled the air. If it wasn’t your combined, wanton moans, then it was the sound of him fucking you. Yes, there was the usual sound of your wet pussy shlucking with each movement, but the sound was amplified by the piss and the dripping underwear that kept sticking to your thighs as they jiggled with Mary’s force.

Mary growled. “Filthy f-fucking slut pissing all over me.” He slapped your thigh. “Getting off on it. Look at that fucking face. You love it don’t you? Shit! Getting railed with your piss all over my cock, hm?” He slapped one of your tits. “God fucking help you now, baby. We’ve started this, we’re not stopping now.” He moved his hand up to your throat as he continued assaulting your cunt, revelling in the sounds your body was making on top of him. He didn’t apply any pressure to begin with, just content with the threat of it, but even still you tightened around him.

“M-maybe next time, I’ll piss down your throat.”

“Fucking hell.” He thrust into you a little deeper, causing you to scream out. “Please.”

“Yeah? You want that?”

“Fuck yeah! So fucking much, angel.”

“I will. The next time I sit on your face, I’ll - fuck -”

His fingers involuntarily tightened around your throat. “Finish that sentence. I fucking dare you.”

“I’ll open your mouth and make you drink every drop.”

“Fuck!”

There was no warning, no prior movement that prepared you for what happened next. In a rush of adrenaline, Mary pushed you off of him and lay you on the coffee table, your head hanging off of it. He forced your legs further apart, and buried his cock inside you for the second time, showing no mercy as he pounded your twitching cunt and fucked you with such a force that the coffee table began to slide across the floor, groaning under your combined weight. He reached down to the water bottle that was rattling against the wood and wrapped your fingers around it.

“Chug it.”

“What?”

“The whole thing, fucking chug it. You’re doing it at least one more time today.”

You nodded and obeyed, wrapping your lips around the straw of your bottle and sucking down the water. It was difficult to do, given the roughness of Mary’s thrusts, but you managed it, nonetheless.

A thin sheen of sweat had joined the other bodily fluids over Mary’s exposed skin, and his breath had become laboured and shallow. His voice only released grunts and groans occasionally now, too deep in his mind so talk to you, but eyes heavily focussed on your body. The way you bounced and jiggled blow him had completely enraptured him, that and the thought of you pissing on him again.

When he saw you taking in his cock and enjoying every minute of it, he growled. Your mouth was hanging open and drool was seeping out of the corners because the sensation felt so good. Your brows were furrowed, your eyes rolled back, and your body was drenched in sweat. You were soaking wet for him, slicking Mary’s dick as he caught the strings of your fluids flex and break in time with his movements. The sound of your urine, which was now dripping residually on the coffee table beneath you, was still exquisite.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He all but screamed, backing away from you like he’d just been electrocuted and pulling out entirely, falling against the sofa. His body splayed on the cushions, chest rising and falling as he tried to bring himself back from whatever place he’d just gone to.

“You good, Mare?” You asked, sitting up.

“Almost came. Pussy so good, making me have a midlife crisis.” He finally tore his eyes away from the ceiling to look at you, legs spread and mindlessly playing with your clit. “God, baby, don’t do that.”

You giggled and dipped two fingers inside of you, only to pull them back out and suck on them, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time.

“You fucking spawn of Satan.” He pushed himself to his knees and rested your legs over his shoulders. “What happened to my angel who always did as she was told, hm?”

“You let her piss on you.”

He plunged right in, sucking and licking at your clit. He forgot to take it easy and instead let himself take whatever he wanted from you because he was so needy and desperate for you. Your half-open mouth gave a loud whimper that was good enough to rouse his desire, motivate him to carry on his wanton caresses, and cause your legs to tremble. “Right there, Mare! Just like that!” You muttered, breathing heavily from the forceful suction he applied, punctuating your words with an especially breathy moan.

His face was pushed further into your cunt as one of your hands tightened its grip on his black hair, revealing your own neediness. Your hips bucked as you used his mouth for your own pleasure. The other hand came up to pinch at your nipple. He didn’t want to cum too soon? Fine. He could give you what you exactly what you needed. He had a tendency to pull away from you right as you were about to cum, but the closer you reached, the tighter your thighs locked around his head, forcing him to stay where he was until he actively tapped out.

He traced your labia with his middle and ring fingers then pushed them between your folds, making a line from clit to the hole, but not yet pushing it in. He timed it with a particularly rough suck to your clit, causing a pornographic moan to fall from your mouth. He kept making the same pattern a few times before a little accidental push slipped the tip of his finger in. His self control slipped entirely, and he continued pushing into your tight, wet heat and tapping up. You were a squirter, and he knew your body like the back of his hand. This was a surefire way to get you to cum and squirt all over his face. Except, this time, it wasn’t just your cum he wanted to escape from your body.

“F-fuck, Mary! I know what you’re trying to do. Shit. You’re sup-supposed to be good and wait until n-next time!”

He growled and shook his head, keeping your clit between his lips as his head moved, ripping another moan from you.

“You want m-more, huh? Pissing all over your c-cock wasn’t enough for you? Greedy fucking bitch.” You could feel the pressure building in your glands, that familiar tingle returning telling you how close you were to cumming for the second time. “I’m so fucking close, Mare. You want it, yeah? You wanna drink my piss like a filthy fucking animal?”

He nodded.

“Nuh-uh. I wanna hear you.”

The whimper Mary released in response to your order had your hole clenching around his fingers. It was the kind of whimper you only ever heard him make in subspace, when he was completely pliant for you, and willing to let you do everything and anything you wanted to him.

“Oh fuck! Mary, I’m cumming!”

That was all the warning he got before your cunt trembled with your second orgasm, clenching around his fingers and pushing out the water you drank earlier. Mary let the copious amount of piss that gushed out of you fall into his mouth, wide open and waiting, his tongue playing with your clit and keeping your orgasm going. His open mouth allowed your piss to roll from his chin to his t-shirt and all the way down to stain the floor. A few drops made it passed his cock, which he gathered in one hand and lubricated to resume stroking himself, self-control be damned.

He guzzled each drop greedily, swallowing as much of it as he could as though he were dehydrated and you were a lifeline. There wasn’t as much of it as there was the first time, much to Mary’s dismay, but even still, he revelled at the salty and bitter taste, and continued to stroke himself quickly. He was so painfully hard and ready to cum, moaning wildly with each stroke and each drop swallowed. When your stream tapered off, you watched him lick his lips, pupils blown and a look of horny insanity on his face. You let him pull back and watched his Adam’s apple bob as he drank the remainder down.

“Fucking hell…” you said, breathlessly, getting on your knees and taking his length into your hand. “Was that good, baby?”

Mary nodded. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“Yeah?”

He groaned at the feel of your hand tightening around his girth, stroking just as quickly as he did to begin with. “Fucking hell, yes!”

“We need to get you to cum, huh, baby? Been holding out on me for too long now.”

“Please.”

You hesitated for a second, but still continued to stroke. You wondered why Mary loved it so much - and if you ever could. Curiosity got the better of you, as it happened, and, along with your hand, you decided to just… “Do you think you could do it, too?”

Mary’s eyes widened. “What?”

“Think you could piss, too?”

Mary’s hips bucked. He was surprised enough that you indulged him today with his newfound curiosity - but now you were actively asking him to piss on you. Pissing with an erection was difficult, something he knew from the amount of times he decided he needed to go during either sex or playing with himself, but not impossible. So, with a dumb look on his face, he nodded, and continued to lose himself in the feeling of your warm hand rubbing your piss over his length.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, baby just like that! Don’t fuckin’ stop. It’s coming.” He told you suddenly, hips bucking wildly against your body. His hands clutched onto your wrist and your shoulder, and when his face contorted in pure pleasure, you allowed your eyes to drift from his face to his cock, just in time to watch the show begin. You aimed his cock towards his already soiled shirt, and continued stroking him through it.

At first, it was a small dribble that didn’t even reach his shirt, instead coating your hand. But the more you stroked and the more he concentrated, the stronger his stream became and poured onto his abdomen, hidden beneath the shirt. The dark grey, muscle tee, soiled with your urine on the chest, now became saturated with his. He took his bottom lip in between his teeth and muffled his moans, allowing the sound of his stream to overpower everything else. His grip on your body became tighter and tighter the longer the stream went on, clearly gaining a lot of relief from the feeling of both emptying his bladder at the same time you vigorously stroked his cock, very obviously wanting the reward at the end.

You were mesmerized by it, feeling the blood rush to your clit again and tingling with desire. If it weren’t for the threat of oversensitivity, you might even touch yourself again, and go for a third orgasm. But Mary’s pleasure came first now.

Mary couldn’t keep himself to himself anymore, the hand on your shoulder moving to the back of your neck and pushing your head towards him, capturing your lips in a needy kiss, all tongue, and teeth, and desperation. You could taste the bitterness of your own piss still on his tongue, however faintly it appeared, and it caused you to whimper into his mouth. That whimper was what tipped him over the edge.

With his tongue down your throat, your piss all over his body and his on your hand, now lubricating your strokes, he came, muffled screams falling into your mouth as your hand got coated with his semen. His entire body shook with the force of his orgasm, his heartbeat racing like he’d just run a marathon and pale cheeks flushed with blood. He hissed at oversensitivity, the hand on your wrist stiffening to slow your movements down and eventually stop them altogether. “Fucking hell!” He breathed, teeth tingling from the numbness of his whole body.

“Good.”

He kissed you again with as much fervor as before. “So fucking good, baby, holy shit!” He started pressing kisses all over your face. “Thank you so much.”

“Well, you started it.”

“Would… would you be willing to do this again?”

“Absolutely.”

Mary grinned like the cat that got the cream, very clearly chuffed at what just transpired. He looked down at your hand, and saw just how messy it was. As you reached for a tissue, he stopped you, took your hand to his mouth and licked his cum off of it, tasting the two fluids together.

“I think we need a shower.” You told him, smacking his shoulder playfully when he waggled his eyebrows cheekily.

He sighed. “I think so, too. A very long… hot shower.”

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[slave-of-fem-queen-fatale]

Der Fußballtrainer

Es folgt eine mehrteilige Geschichte wie ich nach und nach gerlent habe die Kontrolle abzugeben:

Der Fußballtrainer

Heute ist Saisonende und meine Mannschaft feiert gerade ausgelassen den Aufstieg in die nächste Liga. Dabei sah es vor knapp eineinhalb Jahren noch so aus, dass sich unsere Mannschaft fast auflösen wollte. Wir galten als Punktelieferant. Trotz intensiven Trainings konnten wir mit unserem Gegner nicht mithalten. Es folgte Frust und die mit einem Durchschnittsalter von unter 20 Jahren  ohne hin eine junge Mannschaft rieb sich gegenseitig auf. Nach und nach verloren wir die guten Spieler oder konnten kein richtiges Training durchführen. Am Ende der letzten Saison schafften es kaum noch unseren Kader voll zu bekommen und reisten zweitweise nur mit 10 Spielern zu Spielen. 

Nun gut man kennt das Problem auch aus vielen anderen Vereinen. Der Nachwuchs wurde weniger und ließ sich immer schwerer motivieren.  Es drohte tatsächlich das Ende einer Traditionsreichen Mannschaft.

Meine Frau war schon immer ein großer Fußballfan und unterstütze meine Arbeit  im Verein, wo es nur ging. Sie genoss aber auch die Anblicke der sportlichen Körper und fühlte sich den Jungs in unserer Mannschaft hingezogen. Wenn der eine oder andere Probleme hatte, war sie gern als Zuhörerin da und sorgte damit für seelische Unterstützung.

Sie selbst ist sehr sportlich und hat trotz ihres sportlichen Ehrgeizes nicht so eine typische ausgemagerte Figur.  Sie ist sehr fraulich, hat wunderschöne Beine einen knackigen Po und sehr schöne Brüste.  Hin und wieder nutzt sie die Trainingseinheit bei den Jungs mit.  Lauftraining, Kondition und auch etwas Krafttraining zählten oftmals dazu. Wenn Not am Mann war, absolvierte sie auch ein Trainingsspiel mit.

Uns verbinden der Sport und eine große Liebe, hinzu kommt noch dass wir beide sexuell sehr experimentierfreudig sind. Wir haben eigentlich kein Problem mit Nacktheit, die meiste Zeit zuhause verbringen wir sehr legier angezogen und nackt. Oftmals überrascht mich meine Frau auch mit aufregenden Outfits. So geht ihre Erotikgarderobe von Latex, Leder, High Hells bis zu diversen Intimspielzeugen, welche sie in sich tragen kann.  Im Großen und Ganzen liebten  wir die etwas härtere Gangart, sprich wir führten ein BDSM dominiertes Sexleben.

Je mehr ich aber Sorgen um die Mannschaft hatte umso geringer wurde meine sexuelle Aktivität.  Eines Tages trainierte meine Frau wieder mit den Fußballen mit. Es waren leider nicht genug Leute zum Training erschienen, da wir am Wochenende zuvor wieder eine herbe Niederlage gegen unseren Erzrivalen einstecken mussten.  So spielte Nadia das ganze Trainingsspiel mit und war am Ende wie alle ziemlich ausgepowert. Normalerweise ging sie immer etwas früher in die Kabine um sich schnell noch zu duschen, doch da sie Ihre Mannschaft nicht im Stich lassen wollte, spielte Nadia die Partie bis zum Ende durch.  Und als meine Frau noch für ihre Mannschaft das entscheidende Siegtor erzielte, war sie die Heldin und selbst stolz auf sich.  Ich pfiff das Training ab und alle gingen in die Kabine.

Die Jungs hatten kein Problem damit, wenn Nadja mit in die Kabine kam,  auch nicht während sich die Männer duschten und umzogen. Sie gehörte zum Team, lediglich die Neuen machten einen etwas verschämten Eindruck, gewöhnten sich aber schnell an ihre Anwesenheit. 

Oftmals wertete meine Frau die Körper der Jungs zuhause aus. Sie liebte es, sich die nackten und nassen Körper anzusehen und auch die unterschiedlichen Schwanzgrößen zu betrachten. Oftmals war sie nach einem Spiel bzw. nach dem alle Jungs weg waren,  so heiß, dass wir gleich in der Kabine Sex miteinander hatten. 

Wie gesagt normalerweise duscht Nadja immer früher oder erst daheim. Doch dieses Mal fragte sie in die Runde, ob es jemand stören würde, wenn sie auch gleich mit duschen würde, da sie noch einen Termin im Anschluss hätte.  Die Jungs schauten sich gegenseitig an und mir ist wohl in diesem Moment die Kinnlade etwas heruntergefallen. Alle glaubten nicht richtig zu hören. Doch bevor jemand was sagen konnte, streifte Nadja ihr Trikot und ihren Sport BH ab, zog die Shorts aus und schnappte sich das Duschbad. Noch erstaunter waren die Jungs, welche gerade unter der Dusche standen.  Einige von ihnen hatten wohl noch nie eine nackte Frau in Natura gesehen. Wie schon gesagt, Nadjas Körper war wunderschön, ihr langes blondes Haar hatte sie zu einem Zopf gebunden und da sie komplett rasiert war, konnte jeder der anwesenden direkt auf ihre Spalte sehen. Aus deren inneren blitzten zwei kleine Ringe, welche sie sich vor einigen Jahren zu Zeichen ihrer Liebe für mich stechen lassen hatte.

In ihre gewohnt lockern Art sagte sie, „Na Jungs noch nie ne nackte, dreißigjährige Frau gesehen? Habt ihr noch ein Platz für mich unter der Dusche?“ Etwas verlegen drehten sich zwei jüngere Spieler zu Wand. Sie hatten innerhalb kurzer Zeit einen Steifen bekommen und wollten es doch vor Nadja und den anderen Jungs verbergen. Nadja und insbesondere auch ich registrierte die Erregung der jungen Kerle. Und sie spielte mit ihnen, in dem sie sich so erotisch wie möglich einseifte. Sie ließ ihre Brüste durch ihre Hände gleiten, öffnete ihr Haar und währende sie es wusch, kamen die harten Nippel meiner Frau umso mehr zur Geltung. Das Wasser lief über ihren Körper und sammelte sich an den beiden Ringen ihrer Schamlippen, von dort fiel es zu Boden und es sah aus, als würde Nadja in die Dusche pinkeln.  Auch mich hat der Anblick meiner Frau in mitten der nackten jungen Männer nicht kalt gelassen. Da wir uns sowieso blind verstehen, konnte ich schon anhand ihrer Blicke und ihres Lächelns die Gedanken  und Gefühle von Nadja verstehen.

Nachdem sie fertig war, schlüpfte sie in ihre Sachen verabschiedete sich von mir mit einem dicken Kuss und fuhr heim.  Die Jungs konnten das Gesehene noch nicht begreifen, Tobias der Spielführer sagte, „Da haben aber alle, die heute nicht zu Training waren richtig was verpasst, geschieht denen recht! Tolle Frau Trainer“! Nun war ich etwas verlegen, denn ich befürchtete, dass mir durch diese Aktion etwas an Autorität verloren gehen könnte.  Während ich noch die Bälle und aufräumte und das Tor zum Platz verschloss hörte ich aus der Kabine immer noch gegröle. Jedoch waren die Gespräche nicht abwertend, sondern voller Begeisterung. Einer sagte so eine Frau hätte ich auch gerne! Oder man sieht die Geil aus, die könnte jede Woche mit uns duschen. Unser Trainer ist zu beneiden, der hat sie zuhause und darf sie auch noch ficken.  Das würde mich auch motivieren, dafür würde ich Tag und Nacht trainieren.

Bevor die Mannschaft ging, nahm ich alle nochmal zusammen und bat um Verschwiegenheit außerhalb der Mannschaft.

Daheim erwartete mich schon meine Frau. Sie hatte ihre Overknee High Hells an und eine schwarze Latex Korsage. Ihre Beine waren mit einer Spreizstange auseinandergezogen und an der Wand haben wir eine Vorrichtung wo sie sich ohne Problem selbst fesseln kann. Das Schloss öffnet sich erst nach zwei Stunden oder kann nur durch mich geöffnet werden.  In Ihrer Fotze brummte deutlich hörbar ein Vibi und sie wand sich vor Lust.   Nadja fragte mich, „ob ich Ihr noch einmal verzeihen könne. Ihre Geilheit wäre mit Ihr durchgegangen aber, und es sollte wohl etwas zu meiner Versöhnung betragen, sie hat sich trotz ihrer Geilheit noch nicht selbst befriedigt.  Ob ich sie geil lasse würde in meiner Macht liegen und auch in welcher Art ich sie Bestrafe.“  Und wie sie Geil war. Der Saft aus ihrer nassen Frucht quoll regelrecht aus ihrem Slip und ihre Brüste mit den harten Knospen sprangen mir förmlich entgegen.  Ich ließ Nadja eine weitere Stunde hängen, nahm mir aber die Fernbedienung des Vibrators, um die Intensität zu steuern.  Immer wieder hörte ich leise ihr Stöhnen und Flehen, besonders dann, wenn ich den Vibrator auf eine ganz niedrige Frequenz gestellt hatte. Sie bekam von mir an diesem Abend mit dem Rohrstock ihren geilen Arsch gezeichnet und ich fickte sie mehrfach in all ihre Öffnungen. Dabei ist sie selbst mehrfach gekommen. Wie eine Katze schnurrte sie die ganze Nacht an meiner Seite und kuschelte sich so nahe wie möglich an mich.

In der  folgenden Trainingseinheit und Spielen konnte unsere Mannschaft eine erstaunliche Anwesenheit verzeichnen. Jeder hoffte wohl auf einer Wiederholung.  Jedoch konnte meine Frau nicht mit duschen, da die Striemen auf ihren Po doch noch deutliche Spuren hinterließen.   Die hervorragende Anwesenheit und die leicht verschämten Anfragen, ob meine Frau jetzt nicht mehr mit trainiert, brachten meine Frau und mich auf die Idee. „Wie wäre es denn, wenn ich dich als Motivationsmittel einsetze“, fragte ich Nadja. „Wie hast du dir das vorgestellt?“ Nun, wenn die Mannschaft ein Spiel gewinnt, dann wirst du mit ihnen duschen.  Nadja überlegte nur kurz, und antworte okay und der Torschütze darf mich ficken. Ich möchte doch auch meinen Spaß.  Das liegt in meiner Macht, du bist jetzt ein Teil der Mannschaft und machst auch beim Training und in der Kabine, das was ich sage.

Wir hatten noch vier Spiele bis zum Saisonende und wir standen ziemlich mit dem Rücken an der Wand. Also nahm ich meine Mannschaft zum Spielergespräch zusammen. Ich erläuterte nochmals die Wichtigkeit der kommenden Spiele und mit welchen Gegnern wir es tun bekommen. Ganz am Ende fragte ich eher beiläufig, ob das Duschen noch im Kopf sei. Alle damals Anwesenden sprühten förmlich vor Begeisterung und fragten ob meine Frau denn nicht wieder kommt.  Und so bekam ich die Gelegenheit meinen Motivationsplan vorzustellen.

Meine Frau wird für die kommenden Spiele uns wieder voll zu Verfügung stehen. Gewinnt ihr alle vier Spiele und wir schaffen den Klassenerhalt, dann auch für die kommende Saison. Wenn nicht, wechsel ich zu einem anderen Verein.  Der Kapitän der Mannschaft wollte ein paar mehr Einzelheiten von mir haben.

Konkret sah mein Plan wie folgt aus. Wenn ein Spiel gewonnen wird, duscht Nadja mich euch und zwar so, dass sich Nadja um jeden einzelnen Körper kümmert.  Bei einem Unentschieden wird zwar Nadja anwesend sein doch ich entscheide ob sie mit euch duscht oder nur nackt in der Ecke steht und von niemandem berührt werden darf.  Ferner dürfen die Torschützen und bei guter Torwartleistung auch er mit einer gesonderten Behandlung rechnen. Bei Klassenerhalt in dieser Saison und bei Aufstieg in der nächsten Saison gibt es gesonderte Belohnung. Der Torschützenkönig bekommt meine Frau ein Wochenende zu freien Verfügung.  Schon während meiner Rede sahen Nadja und ich die die deutlichen Wölbungen in den Shorts der Spieler.

Ich selbst hätte nicht an diesen alten Spruch geklaubt, aber es ist tatsächlich so „eine Fotze zieht mehr als 10 Pferde“. Bereits am ersten Spiel nach meiner Bekanntgabe lieferte die Mannschaft eine hervorragende Leistung ab. In der 85 Minute schickte ich Nadja in die Kabine. Sie sollte dort Nackt auf die Mannschaft warten. Denn wir führten gegen die Tabellen dritten bereits mit 3:0. Nadja sah umwerfend aus. Sieh hatte ein enges weißes Kleid an, was ihre Körper noch vorteilhafter betonte und den Spielern ist auch nicht entgangen, wie erregt sie war, denn ihre Nippel zeichneten sich deutlich ab.  Voller Stolz und mit einer Eleganz lief sie in die Kabine. Als die Mannschaft dann dazu kam, stand sie schon mit Duschbad in den Händen und leicht gespreizten Beinen mitten in Raum.  Nadja begrüßte sie mit den Worten kommt meine Helden lasst uns den Sieg feiern. Einer nach dem anderen kletterte zu Nadja in die Kabine. Gründlich seifte meine Frau jeden der Spieler ein. Dabei rieb sie ihren schönen Körper an den Spielern.  Sie wurde immer ungehemmter und geiler. Sie griff nach den Schwänzen reinigte die Körper. Zuletzt durften die drei Torschützen und der Tormann zu ihr. Nadja stand auf und erklärte was sie mit ihnen machen soll. Euch werde ich ebenfalls waschen, nur ihr dürft mich dazu noch überall berühren und entscheiden, ob ich euch befriedigen soll. Natürlich nahmen die jungen Heißsporne diese Einladung an. Während meine Frau noch den Tormann seinen Schwanz und seinen Arsch einschäumte, kniete schon der erste Torschütze hinter Nadja und fickte sie.  Während sich meine Frau mit den vier Männern beschäftigte schaute ich zu und duschte selbst. Auch mein Schwanz war hart und er zuckte voller Begeisterung, wie sich die vier athletischen Körper mit meiner Frau beschäftigten. Jedoch gab es eine Maßgabe, jeder durfte nur einmal abspritzen. Meine Frau wurde unter der Dusche von mehreren Orgasmen geschüttelt. Dabei ging es doch durch die Aufregung der Spieler alles ziemlich schnell. Doch vier Schwänze steckte auch meine Frau nicht einfach so weg. Nach einer halben Stunde waren die vier mit ihr fertig und aus ihr herauslaufendes Sperma vermischte sich mit dem Wasser aus der Duschbrause. Zum Schluss nahm sie noch meinen Schwanz in den Mund und ließ sich das Sperma tief in ihre Kehle spritzen.

In den noch verbleibenden drei Spieltagen siegten wir immer. Selbstverständlich war auch Nadja immer anwesend und erledigte ihren Teil der Vereinbarung. Hatte sie am Anfang noch etwas Zweifel, gefiel ihr doch ihre Rolle als Motivationstrainer immer besser. Sie jedes Mal ruhiger und schon zuvor unendlich geil.

#keuschling #bd/sm slave #keusch #natursekt #sissi slave #chastikey #herrin #keyholder #bdsmslave #sharing wife

[polikszena]

Just a few snapshots of the North Island Naval Air Station's 1st Tom Kazansky Beach Volleyball Memorial Tournament:

Maverick and Rooster sign up together, the latter is wearing a pair of Hawaiian shorts to honor his father.

The others are making an effort not to tease him with the shorts, because despite the reason why he wears them, they still look ridiculous.

Phoenix and Bob are playing together as well, and so do Coyote and Hangman.

Payback and Fanboy decide that they will sign up in separate teams for once in their lives, but since everybody assumed they would be together and formed their teams accordingly, they end up signing up together.

Cyclone starts with a T-shirt on, but due to the heat, he decides to take it off. To quote Herb Welch, "you call it chest hair, I call it too far." (Mrs. Cyclone most probably would disagree)

Amelia: Mom, are we here to watch volleyball or soft porn?

Penny: Yes.

Also:

Rooster: Do you think Ice would mind that this tournament is named after him?

Maverick: *looks up at the sky* I think right now he's rolling on the floor, laughing.

#sorry this is really random #top gun #top gun maverick #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #robert bob floyd #natasha phoenix trace #jake hangman seresin #javy coyote machado #beau cyclone simpson #penny benjamin #amelia benjamin #headcanons #it's a bag of weird in here #tom kazansky beach volleyball memorial tournament

[aneptuniana]

FLEMING [spotify] - 2h 0min

"quiet village" - les baxter // "the nile" - sun ra // "old devil moon" - chet baker // "off shore" - martin denny // "i concentrate on you" - fred astaire // "blue lester" - lester young // "stardust" - hoagy carmichael // "nature boy" - robert maxwell // "wondrous place" - billy fury // "diamonds" - the ventures // "action line" - dorothy ashby // "comin' home baby" - mel tormé // "love potion #9" - herb alpert & the tijuana brass // "a taste of honey" - lenny welch // "the look of love" - sergio mendes & brasil '66 // "mojave" - antonio carlos jobim // "my kind of town - frank sinatra // "pink champagne" - georgie fame & the blue flames // "women of the world" - jimmy smith // "harlem shuffle" - bob & earl // "i come from jamaica" - clifford brown // "the russians are coming" - val bennet // "traveling man" (version I) - the techniques // "la madrague" - brigitte bardot // "jet set" - david pike // "saint-tropez blues" - marie laforêt // "summertime" - the zombies // "that's life" - james brown // "i put a spell on you" - alan price // "primitive london 2" - basil kirchin // "graham greene" - john cale // "sukiyaki" - kyu sakamoto // "footprints on the moon" - johnny harris // "time doesn't matter anymore" - margie day // "solaris" - lalo schifrin // "daydream" - wallace collection // "cry baby cry" - ramsey lewis // "time beat" - ray cathode

[gapless playback on - crossfade 12s]

#spotify #playlist #music #ian fleming #james bond #007 #1940s #1950s #1960s #retro #vintage #casino royale #from russia with love #dr. no #moonraker #you only live twice #live and let die #thunderball #diamonds are forever #goldfinger #on her majesty's secret service #for your eyes only #the spy who loved me #jazz #frank sinatra #brigitte bardot #chet baker #hoagy carmichael #fred astaire #mine: playlist

[artpoint420]

One Night Wonder- CU Lives of AU: Chapter One (rough draft)

Harriet Grace Hutchins didn’t know what came over her. To her Benjamin Krupp was rarely even a friend, but that night she felt differently

A few years ago, she and her husband had a nasty divorce. Due to the nature of the case, it was open and shut, but feelings were more complicated. She missed Herb, but not his drunken abusive behavior, but the Herb when they got married. His over the top kind gestures, his piercing blue eyes, his warm chest…

It wasn’t like Krupp had any of those things that night or… maybe one.

There was an explosion at Jerome Hortwitz Elementary the night her son and his friends went to the Dad Dance. She had stayed home to work on her art and take care of baby Heidi. Things weee going smoothly. She had drank a glass of welches white grape sparkling non alcoholic wine. Heidi was watching Frozen for the 100th time, and she was trying a new painting technique. Drip painting. Surely it was her magnum opus, no?

But then the phone rang.

It was the schools principal, sounding panicked. Harold was injured.

“No!”

She grabbed Heidi and ran to the car as fast as she could, and she was definitely in the zone, because she was at the school in a flash.

When she was there, she noticed someone was carrying Harold out of the gymnasium.

“Benjamin?”

She had started to think Ben didn’t like them anymore, given how he had acted the last time they were at his house, but in this moment, he was the street wise Hercules, the hero she was holding out for until the end of the night. He had saved her son.

***

The Monday after the ordeal, she picked Harold up from school, and knew she had to sneak in a chance to talk to Ben.

“Say Ben, it was a noble thing you did for me yesterday. Oh and my son.”

“I was just doing my job.”

“I don’t think carrying children out of an explosion is part of the job description of a principal.”

“It wasn’t even a huge explosion, it was a tech malfunction. It happens in the science lab all the time. It wasn’t anything personal, the school can’t have a kids death on their hands. It makes for me budget cuts.”

“That doesn’t matter. I still wanna thank you somehow. Say, it why don’t we meet up at the Diner in two hours. I’ll even pay.”

Ben didn’t want to spill the beans he was dating Edith yet plus who can turn down free food. “Fine, but it’s not a date. It’s a thank you meeting.”

Date? Did he just say date?

***

In the next two hours, she ordered Harold and Heidi a pizza, told the Harold to watch Heidi while she was as gone and put on her best Spring dress. She was going on a date!

#rough draft #artpoint420writes #lives of au #captian underpants #Mr Krupp #Grace Hutchins

[saradika]

Jess! I hope you’re having the best weekend ever. May I request a playlist please ☺️🎶🎶🎶

ahh amanda, I am so happy to see you! Thank you so much for stopping by for this, I hope you’re having such a good week. I made you a little 70s Summer Mix, it made me think about how bright and wonderful you are. 🌼💕

— summer breeze, makes me feel fine

You Make Loving Fun by Fleetwood Mac

Don’t Worry Baby by The Beach Boys

Summer Breeze by Seals and Crofts

You Make Me Feel Like Dancing by Leo Sayer

Sign, Sealed, Delivered (I’m Yours) by Stevie Wonder

———

[saradika’s sleepover celebration - closed]

#💖💕 #herb-welch #saradika’s sleepover celebration

[dermontag]

Nackt im "Playboy" Yeliz Koc möchte Statements setzen 11.05.2022, 15:45 Uhr Bekannt wird sie als Teilnehmerin bei "Der Bachelor", dann als Freundin von Jimi Blue Ochsenknecht und später als dessen alleinerziehende Ex. Nun fügt Yeliz Koc ihrer Karriere einen weiteren Meilenstein hinzu: Sie zieht sich im "Playboy" aus. Ein Statement hat Yeliz Koc definitiv schon einmal gesetzt. Damals, als sie 2018 bei ihrem Abgang aus der RTL-Show "Der Bachelor" Rosenkavalier Daniel Völz eine scheuerte. Seit Oktober ist sie Mutter. (Foto: Ana Dias für PLAYBOY Deutschland Juni 2022) Doch das soll es für die 28-Jährige noch lange nicht gewesen sein, wie sie nun in der Juni-Ausgabe des deutschen "Playboys" unterstreicht. "Ja, ich möchte Statements setzen", sagt Koc im Interview, das mit einer Reihe von Nacktfotos von ihr daherkommt. "Dafür, dass man sich für seinen Körper nicht schämen muss, nachdem man schwanger war und ein Kind zur Welt gebracht hat", erklärt sie. Die besagte Tochter, die auf den Namen Snow Elanie hört, war im Oktober vergangenen Jahres zur Welt gekommen. Vater ist Jimi Blue Ochsenknecht, Sohn von Ex-Model Natascha und Schauspieler Uwe Ochsenknecht. In die Schlagzeilen geriet die Geburt auch, weil sich das Paar noch während der Schwangerschaft getrennt hatte. Zu ihrem Verflossenen habe sie "aktuell keinen Kontakt", klärt Koc im "Playboy" auf. Sie hoffe jedoch, dass sich das wieder ändern werde. Ein neuer Mann? Möglicherweise gibt es aber nun auch schon einen neuen Mann in ihrem Leben. Schließlich spricht Koc im Interview mit dem Herren-Magazin auch über ihre Teilnahme an der RTLzwei-Show "Kampf der Realitystars", in der sie ab sofort zu sehen ist (auch auf RTL+ abrufbar). "Ich kann versprechen: Es wird sehr interessant werden. Ich habe da ja auch jemanden kennengelernt. Ich habe mich einfach auf eine ganz andere Art und Weise geöffnet - und das einem ganz tollen Menschen gegenüber", sagt Koc. Yeliz Koc ziert auch das "Playboy"-Cover im Juni. (Foto: Ana Dias für PLAYBOY Deutschland Juni 2022) Bereits kursierende Gerüchte, dass es sich bei diesem Menschen um "Love Island"-Teilnehmer Paco Herb handeln könnte, bestätigt sie zugleich: "Paco und ich kleben gefühlt 24 Stunden aneinander, aber wir lernen uns noch kennen und wissen noch nicht, wo das hinführt." Aktuell scheinen die beiden aber (noch) nicht liiert zu sein. Der "Bild"-Zeitung zumindest sagte Koc: "Paco und ich sind kein Liebespaar." "Machen, worauf du Lust hast" Vielleicht wird Paco ja endgültig schwach, wenn er nun die Bilder von Koc im "Playboy" sieht. "Viele werden das total feiern und die Fotos wunderschön finden", ist sich die Reality-TV-Darstellerin sicher. "Aber es gibt natürlich immer Menschen, die mich kritisieren. Vor allem die türkische Seite", schränkt sie ein. "Ich bekomme schon jetzt böse Nachrichten, wenn ich mal ein Bikini-Foto poste oder einen deutschen Freund habe. Deshalb auch das Statement. Ich kann mir selbst meine Regeln schaffen und meine Grenzen setzen", ergänzt Koc. Selbstbewusst erklärt sie zudem: "Egal, welche Nationalität du hast, aus welchem Land du stammst - du solltest einfach das machen, worauf du Lust hast, deine Träume und Ziele verwirklichen. Man sollte sich nichts verbieten lassen, nur weil es anderen nicht gefällt." Wir sind uns allerdings sicher, dass ihre "Playboy"-Fotos ziemlich vielen gefallen werden. Weitere Motive von Yeliz Koc gibt es exklusiv nur beim Playboy.

[zinzinina]

Hey bby!! For the ask game:

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

(and then let's end on a positive)

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

xoxo gossip girl 🦎

Hi Lizard! 💕 Thank you for these; pls imagine I'm sending you a huge bowl of creamy mushroom soup and fresh crusty bread x

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

Answered here. (tldr: I went with my Jango oneshot, After The First Death!)

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

Hierarchy of Needs was ridiculously, ridiculously hard to write! I overthought and overwrote every single element because I was so worried about how the power dynamics and relationships would work/not coming across the way I wanted. The original ended up being nearly 14k and my sweet friend @herb-welch beta-read it for me and managed to talk me into editing the shit out of it haha and even now it's still probably way more long-winded than it ever needed to be.

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

Aaaah this is hard flgkjdfb I really like capturing small moments and details in a way that feels kind of grounding and mindful, and I hope that's a vibe that comes through for people when reading.

fanfic asks

#🦎 anon #zin answers #ask game #hope you had a relaxing weekend bby