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Star Stationary - Modern!Anakin Skywalker x Reader - Chp. 3

C ` Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Summary ` You heed ani's advice and try to go on the date with his friend, but you wind up on a whole other road, in someone else's car. Everything happens for a reason i guess?

!Warnings! Angst. But little fluffy bits here and there

wc ` 2k

notes ! this is closely based on characters, Jim and Pam, from a tv show, The Office.

Chapter one Chapter two

One date. That's all it was. One date.

You had called the number Anakin so kindly gifted you. The guy answered, and you swear you didn't even catch his name. Not that he didn't tell you. To be honest you just didn't care. Unless it was the blue-eyed boy you dream of every night. you. didn't. care.

The date rolled around. A cold and windy Sunday, not out of the norm lately. You weren't trying to impress this stranger you were soon to see, but it doesn't hurt to dress up a little. It made you feel cute. You also subconsciously knew that you were dressing up just in case. Always just in case. What if Anakin walked in to grab a coffee to go? What if you passed by him on the street as your head hung, listening to the breeze in one ear, and some jazz melody in the other. You knew it was crazy but it's what made each day kind of exciting.

After adjusting your hair pin just right, you slid on your gloves and headed out to the cold world. A good 10-minute drive to downtown, and you had arrived. You paid your parking meter and began to walk, passing small, and grand shops along the way. The air nipped your reddening nose, frost bit your cheeks, and a wind carried your beath to the next street. This was your first time around here since you moved. New sights and smells matted themselves into your memory. It was all so wonderful. Lusty dusk haze mixed with the hanging lights on restaurant patios, and led your path as you made it to the cafe.

Ring! The small bell chimed as you pushed the glass door open. Pastries and soups wafted into your nose, and some coffee names caught your eye. It was a nice place. A bit intimate for a first date, but you weren't one to be picky. A low lighting hung over about seven booths, covering the walls of the cafe. You looked for the man you were to be meeting. He said he had short, fading ginger/brown hair, and a beard. Wow. How descriptive. Luckily there was only three groups of people in the cafe. A group of teens, a couple, and a man with a beard at the booth closest to the door. Ah, there he is.

He wasn't bad looking by any means, a bit older but that didn't deter you. His eyes were downturned, and kind looking. To be honest, you looked for Anakin in him, but there was no resemblance.

"Hello? Are you here to meet someone?" Your voice was quiet to accommodate the deafening silence of the cafe. He smiled and nodded.

"Yes," His smiled beamed a bit too bright for you. It made you feel bad for how much your mind was not even willing to give this guy a chance. "are you..." his voice trailed, checking your identity.

You answered politely, giving the appropriate response. He stood up out of the booth. He was tall and had the most stereotypical dad bod. It worked for him. He was handsome, but not like Anakin. No one was like Anakin. He was in a league of his own entirely. The guy stuck out his hand, guiding you gently into the booth. You obliged and scooted into your side of the booth as he sat back down.

The silence was the worst thing you had endured in a while. It was painful. He was sweet but awkward.

"I must say you are stunning by the way. I'm sorry if that's too forward." You blush in response, no matter who from, a compliment was appreciated. You reassured and thanked him. Conversation begun to drag on, though you wouldn't call it 'conversation.' Much of it was one-sided. Not through any fault of his, the chemistry just wasn't there. None of your hobbies aligned with his. His humor wasn't one that made you laugh, but most of all,

he just wasn't Anakin.

You genuinely felt horrible for being unable to give him a try, despite his best efforts to connect with you. It was getting bright outside though, and you both knew the date was coming to an end.

After simple goodbyes to a stranger, you made your way out the door. No “i’ll call you later”s or “i had a nice time”s were said before you left, but that was ok. No reason to give a man false hope like that.

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The rest of the weekend was spent with you rotting in your bed, shaming yourself for you continuing dreams of a future with Anakin. He nor his Padme deserved that.

Eventually ripping yourself from your disheveled sheets, you silenced your alarm clock and did your routine for the morning. You weren’t gonna be late at all, but you definitely didn’t plan on being early to work today. A simple white button down, a pencil skirt, and your trustworthy coat were sufficient for the day.

Packed and ready to go, you shut your car door and made your way to your office. On some backroad, a sputtering started. “Oh fuck.” You said breathily. You weren’t much of a car person, and now was not the time. You had left 15 minutes later than you normally would’ve and this was a bad setback. The car slowly slid to a stop, ignoring your foot on the gas pedal. On the side of the road now, in some grassy patch, you laid your head against the wheel and cried. It had all been too much lately, and now this.

Who would you even call? You have no friends or family around. You just moved here. In that moment isolation was the only fitting feeling.

Pulling out your phone you scrolled through contacts. Endlessly. Most of them being from back home so they were of no use to you. Then it hit you, the only other person near, that could be up and about at this hour. Anakin.

You hesitated before pressing his contact. What if he got upset with you for calling so early? What if you were bothering him. What if Padme answered. The thoughts swirled in your head like a rising storm, but you eventually pushed through and rang him.

ring…

ring…

ring…

You became nervous, and slightly embarrassed. Please please pick up. The cold surface flush against your cheek.

The dial tone stopped, and the phone crackled as Anakin's tired voice answered from the other side. "Hey Snickers," he yawned, "are you okay?" You wanted to squeal. After scolding yourself silently and quickly, you responded.

"Hey, im so so sorry for calling so early. I just didn't know who else to call. I was on my way to work, and my car broke down and and now I'm going to be late." Thats when the embarrassing sniffling started as you continued to ramble worries and apologies to his tired ears.

"Hey hey hey, calm down it's gonna be okay, stay there. Can you send me your location?" You mumbled a 'Mhm". "Great, thank you sweetheart, I'll be there soon." Mummbling a goodbye, you removed your phone from your red-hot ear. 'Sweetheart' was he feeling ok?

A few minutes after the location was sent, a black car rolled up to the front of yours. Anakin popped out of it, sending a smile and wave your way. His hair was still untamed from his haste to get to you, but he still had on his buttoned shirt and his usual work pants. You smiled back, and the two of you came to meet in the middle.

"Hey, you ok?" He asked, gently rubbing your shoulders.

"Yeah" You shrugged into his warm hands. "It just like, crapped out on me I guess. I really can't be late Anakin." He seemed to stare at the car and back at you, then the car again.

"Hmm, how about you let me take you to work today and then we can worry about this later?" He gave a sideways smile while blowing a stray curl out of his eyes.

You sighed and smiled at him, "I really don't want to impo-"

"Stop. I offered; you could never be an imposition to me." His hands found their way to your shoulders again, as if he was holding you to the ground to keep you from floating away.

"Ok but I'm giving you gas money." Anakin laughed in your face, guiding you over to the passenger door and opening it politely.

"I'm a big boy, don't worry about it sweetheart."

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The ride was relatively quite, with Anakin’s music playing in the background. “So” he had opened the room for air, “how’d your date go?”

Your body tightened up. You didn't want him to know, it was embarrassing. Plus, maybe pretending you were fulfilled relationship wise, would help get Anakin out of your head. "It was alright." You tripped over your words, as if your mouth was running a race, trying to speed through the sentence as fast as you could.

Quickly shifting the ball to his court, you prompted your own question. "What about you and your girl?" Anakin pursed his lips. His beautiful brows furrowed, and you suddenly got a feeling of guilt for contorting his poor face.

"My girl? Oh, Padme?"

"Yeah."

"So-so." He waved his hand in the air in a tilting motion showing half-and-half whilst laughing. You laughed along with him, trying to include yourself in whatever odd conversation you had just conjured in the cold car. "Can I be honest?"

"Of course, Anakin." You could've sworn his eyes fluttered at the mention of his name falling from your lips.

"I've been living with one of my buddies for about 2 weeks now..." Anakin turned his head ashamedly. "Her and I just were too different, and things got heated, and... I don't know. It's like I just realized we weren't in love anymore. So did she."

The car was now in park. It was still dawn outside and both you and Anakin sat in silence for a short while. "I'm um, I'm so sorry Anakin." Your heart really did hurt for him, but there was also a gnawing voice, condemning you for feeling a twinge of poor hope in your heart at the new turn of events.

"It's okay, it had been coming for a while." He sighed and looked over to you, "you kinda set it in motion." He laughed. Your eyes widened in horror and surprise.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Anakin smiled that goofy godforsaken smile at you, pushing up his glasses.

"She had begun to get jealous of you after she saw your purple pen in my pocket, and rightfully so I guess." He looked back down at the floorboard in the car. You cocked your head to the side, giving him a questioning, intense stare.

He looked at you, his eyes half-lidded for a moment, "You're beautiful, and smart, and funny. Hell, if I was a girl I'd be jealous too."

Your face flushed and your lips curled into an unwanted smile, revealing your emotions at your very surface. "Oh, shut up." Was your only comeback. I mean what were you supposed to say? Your heart was slamming into your chest as if was begging to get out and lie next to his.

"Wow," He clasped his hand over his heart dramatically, "I'm so hurt."

"Oh no! Whatever shall I do!?" You jest back, the air now seeming lighter. The both of you just smiled and laughed at each other. "C'mon goof or were gonna be late."

You both open your respective doors, but not without Anakin rushing to your passenger side to help you carry your things inside. It was picturesque the way both of your silhouettes playfully knocked into one and other on the way to the entrance of The Office.

An; IM SO SORRY PLEAVE FORGIVE MY SINS ITS BEEN FOUR MONTHS SINCE I UPDATED THIS SERIES. Im getting back on the grind tho i swear. Seriously thoguh, i really appreciate the support on this series and couldnt be more thankful :)

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face reddened, veins visible at his temples, eyes closed, and teeth clenched as Vinny grunted, releasing a load of sperm onto a picture of an 18 year old vixen in the pages of the "Barely Legal" magazine that lay in front of him on his bedroom floor. The 58-year-old man lay back on his bed to catch his breath. He finally felt somewhat relaxed. His wife Anne and daughter Marie had left town for a week to visit Anne's parents leaving the undersexed Vinny some privacy for a change. Not only was Anne growing more and more frigid as she grew older, but her schedule was consistent with her husband's leaving him little time to even gratify himself in his own home. The stocky built, muscular man reflected for a moment as his head rested upon his pillow. When he met Anne the two of them shared a vibrant sex life. She was a hot bodied, mammoth chested, golden haired prize when they began dating.

"How has it gotten to this point?" wondered Vinny to himself. He now looked forward to showering every day because that, at the very least, left him with his one daily opportunity to stroke his deprived cock. "Well, no sense wasting my time thinking about it," Vinny told himself, "I'm just gonna concentrate on enjoying the privacy I have this week." The moment Anne and Marie pulled out of the driveway that morning Vinny was on his way to pick up a few magazines to entertain himself with. Anne was quite disapproving of them, so his opportunities to peruse the pages, enjoying the pictures of the sexy, young women gracing the pages were few and far between. He was especially excited to look at the teenaged girls in the "Barely Legal" magazine.

Younger women, admittedly, were Vinny's weakness. Both he and Anne were high school teachers and on may occasions he had difficulty keeping his eyes off some of his female students, not to mention some of Marie's friends. Marie, who was 16 seemingly had an endless string of teenaged friends at their house swimming every day of the summer. Vinny often found himself peering out the window at the girls when Anne wasn't around. He felt bad doing so, but he just couldn't help himself. "Plus," he thought, "there's no harm in looking and I would never even think of touching any of them."

As he began flipping through the pages of the magazine again, looking at the pictures of the exposed young pussies, his mind began to drift once again to Marie's friends. "I wonder if this is what their pussies look like?" he wondered. As the faces and bodies of her teenaged friends drifted through his mind he scanned a picture in front of him of an 18 year old blonde's pink pussy lips with the soft blonde hair of her pubic bush surrounding it. He began to feel a stirring in his groin again. All of a sudden he was awoken from his lusty thoughts by the sound of the doorbell downstairs. "Shit!" he exclaimed in an annoyed tone, "Who the hell can that be?" He finally had some valuable time to himself and he was already being interrupted. He quickly closed the magazine and shoved it under his bed. He stormed down the stairs and angrily swung open the door.

"Hey Mr. B!" It was his daughter's close friend Ilana. Vinny's mood quickly changed from angered to cheerful. Ilana was one of his daughter's more attractive friends. But he wondered why she was here now. She had to have known that Marie would be away for the week.

"Oh, hi Ilana! Nice to see you. What brings you here today? You know that Marie is gone for the week don't you?" he questioned with a warm smile.

"Oh yeah, I knew that." She chirped with a smile of her thin pink lips, "But she and Mrs. B told me last week that if I wanted to come over at all this week to use the pool I had their permission. Is that okay with you?" Her gorgeous, large, soft, blue eyes stared up at him. Vinny examined her eyes and the soft, flawless skin on her face.

"Yeah that's fine with me! C'mon in!" he said, dirty thoughts creeping into his mind. The 16-year-old girl was dressed in a pair of short, khaki, cotton shorts and a powder blue colored tank top, showing just a hint of cleavage. "You can get changed upstairs in Marie's room if you'd like." he suggested.

"Oh, thank you!" she said excitedly. She smiled at Vinny and their eyes locked onto each other's for a fleeting moment before she headed up the stairs. She wore no make up and didn't need any either. She was naturally beautiful. Vinny followed her up the stairs. He had the excuse that he was following her upstairs to be polite, but he knew that the truth of the matter was that he wanted to glimpse up the girl's shorts if possible as she climbed the stairs ahead of him. She entered the room to change, closing the door behind her. Vinny, meanwhile, retreated to his room to make sure that his magazine was adequately hidden from view. A few minutes later Ilana emerged from the room. She was clad in a one-piece navy blue bathing suit. It was a modest suit, with a high neckline. Nothing revealing about it. But Vinny still reveled in the sight of the girl's teenaged body clad in the tight bathing suit. "Are you going to come outside and go in the pool too?" she inquired innocently.

"Yeah, I don't see why not." he answered, "But I still have to change and do a few things inside first. I'll be out in about 15 minutes." He smiled warmly at her as his eyes quickly and lustily examined her shapely body.

"Cool!" she said joyfully and bounced down the stairs. Vinny waited, heard the door to the backyard open, then close and he quickly entered his daughter's bedroom. He made his way over to the window and peered outside, watching as Ilana sat in a chair and applied sunscreen to her short yet slender legs. As he glared lustily at the young girl he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Piled on his daughter's bed were the clothes that Ilana had just changed out of. He went over and carefully sorted through them. He lifted up her bra first. He held it to his nose, picking up the scent of perfume that she must've applied this morning. It was a lacey, white bra. It was simple enough, yet incredibly sexy to Vinny. The handsome 1

58-year-old man examined the tag. "34B" it read. He had suspected that her breasts were B cups. He had spent much time this past summer examining her perky young tits through her bathing suits, along with the other friends who Marie had over.

A few moments later he carefully put the bra back on the bed in it's original position and then proceeded to examine the crown jewel of his findings. He lifted up the skimpy pair of high cut, purple satin, bikini panties that rested on the bed. As he made his way back over to the window he lifted the panties to his nose. He inhaled and lustily reveled in the strong musky odor that the crotch of her panties gave off. As he did this he peered through the blinds as Ilana was wading into the pool, going no further than knee deep on the pool's steps. Vinny continued to sniff the panties, also sucking lightly on the crotch, which he had discovered, were slightly moist already. He then adjusted them to sniff the full back of the panties, which covered Ilana's butt. They were virtually odorless. Vinny smiled knowing that she must have a nice tight, clean anus. As he watched Ilana step back out of the pool and make her way back to the lounge chair he decided it was time to change into his own swimming suit and join her outside. A few minutes later he emerged from the house to the delight of the young woman.

"I was beginning to wonder where you were!" she said with a playful smile. Vinny sat down next to her.

"Sorry I took so long." He told her. "Just had a few things to tend to inside."

"Oh don't worry about it! I was only kidding" she said, still smiling at him. "I'm glad you're out here now. I think I'll enjoy your company." Vinny smiled and thanked her for the compliment. They continued to make small talk for a few minutes, exchanging pleasantries and compliments. All the while their eyes examined each other's bodies and played flirtatiously with each other. After a little while Ilana asked, "Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure." answered Vinny.

"I couldn't reach around to put sunscreen on my back and I don't think I did a very thorough job on the back of my thighs. Do you think you could put it on those areas for me?" Vinny felt his knees go weak and was glad that he was seated when she asked.

"Ummm, well, yeah, sure, I guess." he stammered. She thanked him then got up and sat at the bottom of his lounge chair in front of him with her back towards him.

"You can start with my back." she informed him. Vinny took the sunscreen tube, squeezed a little into his hands, rubbing them together and began to apply it to her back. The one-piece bathing suit she was wearing was open in the back leaving a great deal of her exposed to the sun. He savored the feeling of her smooth skin and slightly muscular back as he applied the sunscreen. She had very fair skin that was slightly pink from the vast amount of time she spent in the sun throughout the summer, but she, by no stretch of the imagination, was tan. As he rubbed the lotion into her back he had to push aside her long, loosely curled, golden colored hair that normally cascaded over halfway down her back. It looked absolutely magnificent with the sun shining on it on this hot July day.

After applying the lotion to her back Vinny had Ilana stand up so that he could do the back of her thighs. His hands trembled as he squeezed more lotion into the palm of his rough, masculine hands. She was standing in front of him, with her back towards him, and her lovely behind a mere foot from his face. He slowly began applying the lotion just above her knees, gradually moving up her thighs. He stared ahead, almost in a trance like state at her covered ass, which jiggled ever so slightly as he rubbed her upper thighs. He smiled thinking about the conclusion he reached concerning her clean anus only a short time earlier as he sniffed her panties. He desperately wanted to taste her young asshole right now. But he kept his senses and finished applying the sunscreen. "Thank you," she said, "you're quite good at that! It felt nice. I'll have to have you do that more often!" she said playfully. Vinny thought he noticed a somewhat naughty, lusty look in her eyes as she spoke to him, but he brushed it off as his dirty mind digging for a reason to touch this girl in ways he shouldn't.

They continued to chat with each other throughout the course of the afternoon, growing more and more flirtatious with each other as they went. At about 3:00 Ilana informed Vinny that she'd have to get going. Vinny was disappointed. He had been enjoying the girl's company along with the obvious lustful thoughts that went along with it. His examining of her body had become more blatant and he even caught her looking at his crotch and muscular chest a number of times. Their afternoon together had stirred an unbelievable thirst for sex in him and he knew he somehow needed it quenched. As she got up to go inside and changed Vinny noticed her erect nipples seemingly ready to burst free from her bathing suit, cutting through the air in front of her.

He got up with her and followed her upstairs, his eyes fixated on her ass the entire time. As they got to the top of the stairs she went into Marie's room to change and Vinny went to his own room to change. As he dropped his bathing suit and pulled on a pair of boxer shorts he thought of the magazine under his bed. He thought of the young pussies on the pages of that magazine and then thought once again about Ilana. He was dying to see her pussy. Dying to see her bare breasted, to lick her nipples, to kiss her sweet lips, to make love to her like he had been thinking of all afternoon. He knew that she had been checking him out all afternoon. He was sure that he wasn't mistaken about that. He'd never have another chance like this, especially not when Anne returned home. It'd be back to jerking off in the shower like usual. He had to act. He had to have Ilana and he decided nothing would stand in his way of having her.

Dressed in only a pair of boxer shorts he made his way to Marie's bedroom. "No sense in knocking," he thought, "better to just walk right in." With that thought he swung the door open. Ilana, who was standing with her back to the door while she changed, wearing only those purple satin panties, turned around quickly. She was surprised, not knowing what was going on. She stood still and faced Vinny. Her bare, young breasts hung freely in front of her. Vinny stared at the small, hard, erect, pink nipples that sat so magnificently atop those breasts.

"What's going on?" she asked calmly. Vinny didn't answer her. He didn't need to. They both knew what was happening. He walked towards her and as he got to her reached out one of his rough hands and gently placed it on her supple young breast. She closed her eyes as he rolled her nipple between his fingers then bent forward and kissed her on the lips. As she kissed him back he reached around with his free hand, grabbed her fabulous ass and pulled her towards him.

They became lost in a sea of passion and lust. As he kissed her deeply he crudely groped and fondled her soft ass. His hard cock was poking out of his boxers against the young girl's thin, yet undefined stomach. He forcefully pushed her onto her back on his daughter's bed. He helped her wiggle out of her panties and as they dropped to the floor he paused to take in the amazing sight in front of him. As she laid innocently on the bed her legs were spread open for him revealing a beautiful pussy. Her thin outer lips looked somewhat swollen and were protruding just a bit as her inner lips, glazed with her pussy juice, seemed to be jumping out ready to pull him in. Just above her cunt was a fairly small patch of surprisingly dark, thick pubic hair. She shaved her bikini lines and the contrast of her white skin with the dark hair looked amazing. Vinny seemed almost lost as he took in the fabulous sight before her girlish voice snapped him out of his trance.

"Please eat my pussy Mr. B." she said quietly, almost timidly. Vinny quickly thrust his head between her thighs and began to explore her cunt with his tongue. She tasted incredible and he savored the strong, musky scent that he had early sniffed from her panties. Never in his life had he seen such an exquisite pussy and he enjoyed eating every bit of it. She pushed her cunt against his face as he lapped away at her. "Uuuugggghhhhh! Fuck Mr. B, that feels so fucking good! Eat my pussy!" she squealed. Just then his tongue darted up to her clit that was protruding from the hood shielding it. He massaged it with the tip of his tongue, quickly sending the sexy young girl into a screaming fit of orgasm. "Ohhhhhhhhh yesssssssss!!!! FFFFFFuuccccckkkkkk!!! Uggghhhhh!!!" she screamed as she pulled her own nipples and bucked her hips.

"Mmmmmm, you have such a delicious pussy Ilana!" Vinny exclaimed just before he turned her over onto her stomach. He massaged her ass cheeks as she lay still. It was the most fabulous ass he had seen in quite some time. Soft and round, it jiggled a bit as he rubbed it, but not at all fat. He grabbed a handful of her ass in each hand as he massaged it. Then pulling her cheeks apart wide he examined her tight, pink, puckered anus. "Delicious!" he thought. Immediately he thrust his face shamelessly between her butt cheeks rimming her anus with his tongue. Ilana who had never experienced any type of anal stimulation before was moaning once again.

"Ugggghhhhh yesssss Mr. B! Lick my asshole! Lick it good! It feels so good Mr. B!" she squealed in delight. Vinny continued to lick it and suck it before thrusting his tongue into her bowel. As he did so he began to explore her pussy with one of his free fingers. Her ass was twitching as he continued to pleasure both her cunt and asshole. He had managed to open her virgin asshole up quite a bit, squeezing his tongue and later fingers into it. The 18-year-old girl was cumming like she never had experienced before. After a little more playing with her ass Vinny stood over her.

"Are you ready for some cock hun?" he asked excitedly. Ilana could only nod her head as her exhausted body lay on her best friend's bed. Her eyes widened as she watched Vinny remove his boxers. While it wasn't very long he had a very thick cock. Along with being thicker than her wrist it had veins popping out of it and looked hard as a brick. She had no idea how he was gonna fit it into her tight little pussy. She followed Vinny's directions as he instructed her to turn onto her back. She spread her legs and he crawled between them, pushing his cock head against the opening of her cunt. He began to push slowly inside of her. She felt her cunt being stretched wider than ever before. Vinny had forgotten how tight teenaged cunt could be.

After years of fucking Anne's gaping cunt Ilana's tight little snatch was a welcome change. After pushing and pushing he finally had his entire length inside of her. With her legs dangling on his shoulders he pounded away at her young pussy with reckless abandon. Her loud screams could be heard throughout the otherwise empty house and most likely beyond. "Mmmmm yes, what a tight little cunt you have baby! Do you like my fat cock in that pussy?"

"Ohhhhhh yesssss!!!!! Ohhhhh god fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt hard!" Vinny, with all of the force he could muster, drilled the teenager's drenched pussy relentlessly as she continued screaming. Then, pulling out of her, he turned onto his back and instructed her to ride him. The young girl eagerly mounted his thick cock and began to ride him. She dug her fingers into his chest as her hips began swiveling back and forth as she humped him. As she rode his prick he held her hips, blasting his cock up into her tight cunny. Her hips in constant motion, her gorgeous golden hair covering her beautiful face, she grabbed her nipples, pulling and twisting as she reached yet another orgasm as he pump robes of hot cum into her tight teen cunt before crashing limply to the bed, complete and utterly exhausted.

"Now for the best part!" thought Vinny. As Ilana lay on her stomach Vinny stood up behind her. "Get on your knees and stick that ass up here!" he commanded her. The suddenly slutty teen seemed to know exactly what was coming.

"Oh yes Mr. B, put it in my ass! PLEASE!" After fingering her ass a little more to loosen it up Vinny placed his cock head at the young girl's anal rim. "UUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!!!! OHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" she moaned as Vinny slowly pushed it into her. She was in a bit of pain but was able to look past that at the immense pleasure her best friend's dad was giving her by putting his thick cock into her butt hole. Her moans grew louder as he plunged deeper into her bowel. Her tight asshole wrapped tightly around his pulsating cock, seemingly sucking it in deeper. He began pounding in and out harder and harder, deeper and deeper. Pulling the girls hair, slapping her ass as he went.

"Mmmmmm, oh yesssss Ilana, your ass loves my cock doesn't it!" he grunted, "Take it all bitch, take that fat cock in your ass you little whore!" He drilled her ass with everything he had as the teenager, experiencing yet another orgasm, started to pass out. At the same time Vinny felt his cock exploding into her anus, filling it with his thick, creamy, cum. He collapsed on top of her the two of them on a semi-conscious level, lying motionless together. Just before falling into a deep sleep a very exciting thought crossed Vinny's mind…he'd have the house all to himself for the rest of the week to fuck his newfound whore as much as he'd like.

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40 Years Super Hot Body Ready for Party • Aries Taurus Gemini Cancer Leo Virgo Libra and Scorpio Sagittarius Capricorn Aquarius Pisces Fart Song • Butterflies Scared My Cat When I Was Burping in Your Face on Wednesday Morning • Drunk Log out with Spooky Music Settings on My Firm Tits Pictures • Grandpa Says Fuck While Grandma Screams What Repeated Several Times • Grumpy Trumpy Python Toddler Taxi with False News and Emotions • Hugging Blood Thirsty Vampires with a Transylvanian Accent and Slapped Butts • I Farted as an Official Statement Against Global Warming, Expressing My Worries! • I’m Handsome When Wearing a Bag on My Head, Said the Horny Motherfuckers Politely • Is That Cellulite or Just Your Ugly Face? • Kindergarten Farting Fanfare Discussed with Disgusting Asian Clay Warriors Terracotta Song • Leaking Ladies Xylophone Solo Learning with Lusty Lashes Song • Lisping on Penis Peyote Creaking Mirth Radio, Let’s Lisp! Song • Lowering My Filthy Boobs to the Height of Your Curly Chest Hair with Freckles • Mom’s Cleaning Closet Looks Like a Women’s Porn Stash • My Gay Expense Combination Password Gore Seeking Battle Was Sinning • My Hangover Got Hung over by a Hung Guy from Hungary • My Horoscope Sign Is Poop and Yours Is Farts • Nearly Touching Myself with Your Girlfriend’s Hands While Doing the Dishes • Peeing a Farting Swearing Shouting and Pooping in Different Languages Made Me Famous Song • Petite Girls Liked My Fat Farts in Skinny Jeans with Justice • Pooping a Masterpiece in the Little Boys Room on National TV Broadcast • Puerto Del Penis Summer Holiday with Topless Sun Bathing and Surfing Fun • Puking Girls Are Holding Each Others Hair While Selling Butter to Pregnant Vomiting Men • Real Sharks Was a Great Accessory for My Swimming Pool Party Massacre • Relaxing Music for Penis Boys and Vagina Girls, I Have Money Cash, Yes! • Rescuing My Penis from Your Vagina at the Last Minute, Whoah! • Scary Music and Naked Ladies Cemetery Collection Flickering Through Growth • Shaking Sausages in the Men’s Room and Dangling Coconuts • Short Temper Anus Removal with Lipstick on the Collar • Shouting Poopers to Girls While a Crying Man Is Pooping Poop, How Adorable Screaming Babies Are! • Silly Talking Childish Macho Man Thanking Prayers for God’s Food Yes Hello! • Skinny Bitch, Fat Bitch, Rich Bitch, Poor Bitch, All Bitches Poop! • Smelling That Pussy in the Air at the Private Night Club Farting Room • Smudging Chocolate over the Toilet, So Everyone Would Think I Pooped • Sneaking Beans into Your Butthole While U Talk to a Handsome Stranger • Snuggling in Satan’s Satin Sheets with Shattered Dreams and No Boner Song • Solitary Fighting My Big Toe with the Desolate Strangler • Spoiling Desert by Pulling Your Finger Thirteen Times in a Row • Strolling with Morning Wood in the Woods While Mourning to This Song • Stutter and Chinese Food Destroyed My Artwork in the Toilet Bowl Coffee Shop • Sunny Morning Boner at the Beach Gym Towel Rental Song • Surprisingly Soft Boobs on the Milf Statue in the Garden of Jugs, Oh It Was Your Mom Sorry! •

Taming My Daughter’s Boyfriend with Booze and Fists of Agony • Teleporting My Cock to the Urinals Hurts When Peeing Penis Action • That Penis Is Not Mine, Stop Accusing Me of Curing Your Cancer! What • The Brothel Cup Cake Dispenser Had a Variety of Chocolate Brownies Too • The Giggling Killer Was Invited for Tea and Mustard with a Former Laughing Idiot • The Headache Fuckers with Migraine Were Chopping Fucking Painkillers • The Itchy Vampire Vagina Was a Gothic Curse from Medieval Times Song • The Lying Bitch Hermit Ducking Group Was Insisting on Bitch Slaps • The Penis Teens Shouting Squad Declared War on the Vagina Milfs Departure • The Pussy Cock Was Meowing and Cock-a-Doodle-Dooing with Glance • The Singing Orgy Group Remembered My Fancy Birthday Party, Super! • The Sock on My Penis Shook the Genuine Spokesman While Crying Song • The Syphilis Motown Singers Were Blowing Deranged Adultery at Me Song • The Toy Collector’s Mature Attitude Otter Raised Homeland Security Breach • The Triangle of Pussy and Clipping Smoothies Burping Smootch • Typical Asian Food Poured into the Purse of an European Hooker Prostitute Igloo • Under Water Farting Wiz Nick Y Minaj Naked Twerking Shower Saloon Barf Thong • Updating My Profile Picture While Pooping Macaroni with Japanese Subtitles • Using Mother´s Panther Underwear Because of Broken Shopping Bag to the Store • Washing Hamburgers with Dirty Sauce in Leather Pants While Howling • What Ugly Shit on Your Finger! Oh, It’s Your Wedding Ring? It’s Very Nice! • Whistling and Farting a Heavenly Polyphonic Song for Dying Virgins • Violin Licking Sounds by a Hard Baritone Dick Song Licker • Young Girls Selling Old Men´s Boxers in Thongs with Soulful Tutti-Frutti • Your Butthole Swallowed My Telephone, Will It Come out from the Mouth Then? • Your Mom´s Butt Massage Seems Innocent at First, Before Handing out Religious Leaflets

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#hyltta-polls #polls #artist: pooping poop poopers and shouting girls crying man #language: english #decade: 2010s #Novelty #tw gross #tw unsanitary #tw feces #ask to tag bc i feel like this needs more but dont know what

[wolfspurr]

Heatwave (1983 words) by Wolfspurr Chapters: 1/3 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Minor Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Minor Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Hot Weather, Making Out Summary: A heatwave hits Beacon Hills and the whole town decides to start coupling up. Stiles isn't sure if it's the best thing that's ever happened to him or the worst. Excerpt:

It has to be supernatural.

The blanket of heat that’s settled over Beacon Hills is an oppressive, sticky kind of hell so unpleasant that it can’t possibly be a natural phenomenon. It can’t. If it’s not supernatural, then it can’t be defeated, and if it can’t be defeated Stiles is going to have to live through it.

It has to be supernatural.

Summer is supposed to be over, and even at its peak the temperatures hadn’t spiked this high. This is Beacon Hills; it isn’t supposed to be like this. What’s worse, school is back in session, so Stiles can’t spend his days lounging in Lydia’s pool with the rest of the pack in between supernatural threats. There’s homework to do and classes to attend, and for some godforsaken reason Beacon Hills High hasn’t seen fit to upgrade its air conditioning system at any point within the last two decades.

Which is to say it’s hot.

Unbearably hot.

The air is so thick he can practically cut it. It’s stifling. Suffocating. No matter how many cool showers he takes, a couple of minutes later there’s a tacky sheen of sweat prickling uncomfortably over his body again, an unattractive flush rising on his skin as blood rushes to the surface in the vain hope of being cooled down. All he can do is fan himself ineffectually with whatever’s closest to hand and pray to whatever higher being might be up there for it to end.

It’s not just the heat, it’s the humidity. It might actually be driving him insane, and Stiles is pretty sure he isn’t the only one.

It makes no sense. In this climate touching anyone else should be the last thing on anyone’s mind, but things in Beacon Hills seem to have been heating up in more ways than one. It’s not enough that the town is hotter than Satan’s balls, the heat seems to be messing with people’s minds as well, burning away their rationality and overheating their senses until they reach boiling point and hidden feelings, secret urges start to bubble over. Everyone is pairing up, finding someone to press themselves up against in discrete corners, empty rooms, the middle of the damn hallways.

Everyone except for Stiles.

Scott and Allison are so hot for each other they seem to have taken up permanent residence in the supply closet during school hours. Yesterday he walked in on Erica doing unspeakable things to Boyd in the depths of the library stacks, and he’s pretty sure he even saw Harris sneaking into an abandoned classroom with the new school secretary at lunch.

It can’t be normal.

And this is why Stiles is sprawled in front of his desk, cursing his laptop for the heat it’s churning out into the sauna he now calls a bedroom as he throws himself into research. Magma creatures. Volcano spirits. Lusty heat demons. Something has to be causing this misery. Keep Reading

#teen wolf #sterek #sterek fic #stiles stilinski #derek hale #my writing #my fic #eternal sterek #fic #fanfic #i wrote something!

[arrow-dodger]

This is such a weird post to make, but I feel like I have to send it off somehow!

I made this blog when I was 15. I'm now 29. Dang. (I always thought it was toward the end of 2009 when I first made this thing, but according to my sources it may have in fact been early 2010... oops. I've been a fraud this entire time.)

This blog is one of the most special things I've ever had, if not THE most special. It's a time capsule of every moment of my life since I was a freshman in high school -- or it would be if I didn't delete all those posts back then, but summer afterwards is close enough. I count myself incredibly lucky that this even exists at all. Until this website shuts down (in probably the quite-near future) I will always be able to consult this page for every picture and every memory I could ever want to revisit from my teen years and early 20s.

But over time this has become a ghost town. Really, most of my friends stopped using this website YEARS and years ago, and a lot of my online friends have also left by now. I'm in contact with all the important people on other platforms. Meanwhile, this platform is accessed primarily by people who have no access to me otherwise, because tumblr has no proper privacy measures by design. My blog is no longer viewed by friends and online acquaintances, but by stalkery freaks, both of the lusty online kind and the psycho real life kind. I stopped posting about my personal life forever ago now primarily because of that, but even the occasional shout-into-the-void vaguepost gets those people off.

With that being the state of affairs here, I think it's time to just shut this down. I'm sure I'll get on here from time to time and maybe occasionally post if it seems fitting, and I'll forever go over my memories here when they pop into my head, but I'm not going to actively log onto and post on tumblr anymore. I have to close this vector of surveillance and pain for my own well-being.

Anyway... eternal gratitude for this utter trash-heap of a website. I love you forever. Let's not be strangers.

[izvmimi]

Matchlit - Chapter 3

cw: situationship, family drama.

Masterlist

The two of you keep mum.

After all, your kiss is not the climactic scene of a made for television teen romance, or a lusty, drug-addled haze in the back of a car.

To you, it’s something more akin to a hairline crack forming in the wall of a dam, through which there is now a trickle of a new class of affection, with the overall structure remaining sturdy and strong.

You returned to the bonfire that night as though nothing had happened and nothing more does happen, other than a single exchanged glance over the flames. 

Lili recounts the mini (and yet extremely polite) spat June had with Denki just moments earlier to you in a hushed tone. She doesn’t ask you what you talked about with Katsuki, and you don’t tell.

---

The trip ends without further mishap, although by now the entire group appears to have noticed the tension between Shinsou, Shoto and June.

You and Lili press her for information in the back of the van going home, out of earshot of the two mentioned men, which healthily distracts you from the fact that you want to kiss Katsuki again. Badly. It was all you could think about as you gathered all your things on the way out of the cabin with everyone else, distractedly piling on items into Izuku’s already overburdened arms just like the rest of the group as though he were a pack mule.

You thought desperately about the warm feeling of his lips on yours and the bitter aftertaste of beer and the texture of his tongue until - 

“You did WHAT?!” Lili shrieks and June nearly strangles her trying to muffle her voice. Mina whips around from her seat ahead with obvious interest and June and Lili both give her a wide smile to cover up the fact that they have the type of gossip that will spread through the former UA class like wildfire. 

Mina pouts at not being included, turns and goes tapping away at her phone, presumably to complain to Ochaco, Tsuyu and Hagakure in their group chat. June breathes a sigh of relief but when she turns Lii is giving her an intensely disapproving look.

“Wait, what happened?” you try to catch up.

“Stop thinking about dick and listen,” Lili frowns and you pout at her. Ironically, you are the only one not talking about dick in this situation as June reveals that she may or may not have slept with the #3 rookie pro Hero currently sleeping at the front of the van. 

Your jaw drops.

“In the same house as Shinsou?” you whisper.

Blood drains from June’s face as she grimaces.

“Listen, I didn’t intend to.”

“I didn’t even know you liked him!” Lili hisses. “What about your on-off thing with Toshi? I thought you were on again.”

June lets out a sigh, her shoulders slumping.

“Can we text about this instead?” she whispers back finally. 

The rest of the bus ride is spent quietly, with occasional hushed sounds and shocked looks in the backseat. Shinsou doesn’t look in their direction once the entire way home.

---

Bakugou, an incredibly eligible bachelor of age 28, finds himself standing in the living room of his family home just days after he kisses you for the first time, and staring directly in the face of possibly the most beautiful woman he has ever met.

And it matters not for a second.

He should have known when his mother asked him to wear something nice and get a haircut, and he already regrets complying, once it finally occurs to him that this isn’t just a strange woman in his family home, about his age and smiling at him in a manner that is polite but not warm. 

He resists the urge to ask her who the fuck she is, or the other people in his room that bear enough resemblance to her that it is clear that she is their prized daughter.

“Sit down,” Mitsuki hisses under her breath, nudging him in the ribs. He wants to turn and leave. His father sighs and pulls out a chair for his mother so that they can face the waiting couple with their annoyingly beautiful daughter in the center.

The older woman eyes him carefully then smirks. She’s dressed lavishly to the point of being slightly gaudy, unlike her daughter whose stare is fixed. Again, polite but not kind. Staring, as though she is assessing the situation. Her not-glare reminds him vaguely of himself and it makes his stomach turn.

“Mitsuki-neechan, why does it seem like your son has been ambushed?” she laughs. The blood drains from her face but she laughs back in turn, reaching behind her to attempt to yank him in the seat beside her. To save face, Katsuki sits, because he is older now and more mature, but he is angry enough to spit bile.

“He’s just not used to so many people, are you honey?” she turns to him. Katsuki doesn’t look at her because if he does he’ll say something and it will be foul. 

Masaru attempts to change the subject.

“We’re so happy you were able to come in despite the unforgiving weather these past few days.”

His counterpart nods, also uncomfortable by the exchange between the middle aged women, and hangs desperately to the change in tone. “It’s a lovely day today on the other hand.” 

“Your home is quite lovely,” he adds, looking around quickly, finding something to compliment. 

“Who the hell are you all?” Katsuki finally says in a gruff voice that is more curious than annoyed, and Masaru swallows a groan. 

The young woman doesn’t laugh, look upset or scoff, still even kilter. It unsettles him and he looks away from her to her mother who legitimately clutches the row of pearls on her neck.

“How uncouth,” she tuts, then looks at her daughter. “Why don’t you introduce yourself to Dynamight?” she asks.

The daughter gives her the hint of a glare and it is gone as fast as it’s there, to the point that Bakugou is not even convinced he saw it. But he did.

She smiles wider, and it is even colder. Political even. Her eyes are a royal shade of purple and piercing, in sharp contrast to your gentle ones, and she adjusts her hair a little too gracefully, dark silk placed behind her ear before she addresses him. 

Her voice is soft and controlled and she speaks in perfect diction. Katsuki wonders if she’s ever raised her voice in her life, whether in anger or in joy.

“My name is Kasumi. Pleased to meet you Mr. Dynamight . Or should I say, Katsuki-” Katsuki grimaces at the informality, “- since we’re apparently in the process of discussing marriage?”

---

The second the family leaves - Kasumi’s mother Hiriko giving far too many air kisses to Mitsuki for her to keep up - Katsuki can feel his fingers starting to spark.

And he doesn’t hold back.

“You must be out of your fucking mind, woman,” he hisses. Masaru’s head is in his hands and Mitsuki looks just as furious, standing to her feet.

“You’re nearing 30 and you have not a single reasonable marriage prospect because of your shitty attitude and you’re getting mad at me for securing you a near- princess ?!” 

“Who the FUCK asked for a princess?!” he yells back, fists clenched. Mitsuki grits her teeth.

“I don’t have to ask you to do what’s right for you!”

Masaru makes a sound in hope to de-escalate but both have terminated the conversation, parting ways immediately with a march in opposite directions. Bakugou slams the door as he leaves.

As he drives home, mind still racing, he tries to recount the last few hours. The reality as he recounts it is horrifying. 

He’s engaged, supposedly, to a woman he’s never met. To the daughter of a childhood friend of his mother that he’s never heard about and who he can clearly tell she hates yet wants so desperately to impress. 

He can’t think of anything that could be worse in this particular instance. 

Not to mention the fact that he’s just kissed you, and still needs to sort out what that meant to him. He can only run from these feelings for so long.

And perhaps he is running right into a brick wall. 

---

You awake on a day just like any other, indulging yourself with eggs on toast for breakfast before making your way out of the house.

Your schedule isn’t too busy this week - no missions and no patrol, so you can focus on your true passion, photography. Cameras in tow, you head out to the city to work on more snapshots for your portfolio.

Too many of your subjects end up recognizing you despite not being in costume, and you make polite small talk while thinking of a better disguise. You’d never really hated the celebrity status being a Pro Hero afforded you, but it did make things inconvenient at moments like this. By the time evening comes, you’re satisfied with the shots you have taken and sit in the park, texting to your groupchat as June defends herself for the tenth time this week.

You have to break it off properly with him!

We weren’t even dating!

He thinks you were!

A thought bubble arises then disappears. You consider de-escalating but then June starts an abrupt video call. 

“I’m not responsible for his feelings!” is the first thing that comes out of her mouth. 

Lili looks irritated but keeps her lips tightly pressed.

“She’s right,” you speak up. 

Somehow through the screen you can tell Lili has now shifted her attention to you and is mad at the betrayal. 

“Okay but I need him to stop calling me like I can fix this,” she complains. “Leave me out of it, whatever it takes.”

“You’re not even in it,” June says, and suddenly she gasps. “Shit, there’s a robbery, be right back.”

Lili sighs, then in a dejected voice bids her good luck.

“Break a leg or something. I mean don’t actually break the robber’s leg but don’t get hurt.”

You wave as Lili drops off the line as well.

You’re thankful you don’t have relationship drama, not knowing that yours may be brewing sooner than you think.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader imagine #thoughts: bakugou #daydreams: bnha #mimi writes: matchlit #mimi's notes

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Saturday, February 10th

SPIKE: Of all the bloody faces I expected to see down here. ANGEL: You're a Nazi. SPIKE: What? (Angel looks Spike up and down) Oh. No. I just ate one.

~~Why We Fight~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Weekly Drabbles #80 — Scars by veronyxk84 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

I'm listening by firemanwhenthefloodsrollback (Tara/Willow, T)

The language slayers speak in heaven by firemanwhenthefloodsrollback (Buffy/Nikki, T)

The Night Before by reader304 (Buffy/Spike, T)

Phoenix by EllieRose101 (Buffy/Spike, M)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Raven, Chapter 2 by sparrow2000 (Vamp!Xander & Spike, G)

When Ethan Rayne made Rambo, Chapter 8 by USKiwi (Xander, not rated)

The Vision Quest, Chapter 10 by Acb6293 (Buffy/Spike, E)

Easy Street, Chapter 14 by Storm_Arke (Faith/Daryl Dixon, The Walking Dead crossover, T)

They Know Exactly What We're Here For, Chapter 7 by MadeInGold (Angel/Riley/Spike, E)

Love Lives Here, Chapter 19 by Passion4Spike (Buffy/Spike, E)

Blasphemy, Chapter 5 by wickedrum (Buffy/Spike, T)

The End of Destiny, Chapter 6 by ConstantCommentTea (Angel/Cordelia, T)

Raven, Chapter 2 by sparrow2000 (Xander, Spike, G)

A weapon of victory, Chapter 4 by FPBarbieri (Buffy, Tolkien crossover, T)

GREEN-EYED MONSTER, Chapters 1-2 by Jaredlee33 (Buffy, Faith/Kate, M)

The Vision Quest, Chapter 10 by acb6293 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Truth and Consequences, Chapter 7 by JamesMFan (Buffy/Spike, R)

Love Lives Here, Chapter 19 by Passion4Spike (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

What If Love Was Enough? Chapter 17 (complete!) by Spikelover4ever (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Afterburn, Chapter 12 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Something Borrowed, Chapter 2 by Geliot99 (Buffy/Spike, R)

The Magic of Sunnydale, Chapter 5 by Buffyworldbuilder (Buffy, Harry Potter crossover, FR15)

What the Drabble? Chapter 80 by VeroNyxK84 (Buffy/Spike, 0)

Rules of Engagement, Chapter 10 by all choseny (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Love Lives Here, Chapter 20 by Passion4Spike (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Ready for it? Chapter 4 by Lilacsandorangeblossoms (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

I Do! Chapter 21 by Dusty (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork: Coloring page of Harmony Kendall in "Harm's Way" by amazzyblaze and husband (worksafe)

Artwork: Lusty Bangel by gianelson (not worksafe)

Artwork: Jenny and Giles by tana-draws (worksafe)

Crochet: Willow's bag by blurtics

Artwork: Cheesecake by MamaBewear (Darla & Drusilla, not worksafe)

Artwork: After Hours Chronicles - Artwork Collection, Chapter 4 by VeroNyxK84 (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

Artwork: Buffy Sketches by BKM Illustration (Becoming pt 2, worksafe)

Fanvid: Buffy & Angel Birds by Angelus_Clips

Fanvid: Giles and Buffy || Build A Home by Lucy Whiskers

Fanvid: IN THE END | Faith Lehane by Taco_Id

Fanvid: Buffy - Me too by Witch Kristy

Fanvid: Spuffy | I'm Yours by Marie.

Fanvid: Buffy and Angel - Wonderland by juliaroxs241 (creator also posted multiple other vids)

Fanvid: Spike and Buffy - Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nina Mironovitch

Video: Buffy, Angel, Roswell And Dark Angel Crossover Trailer by RosswellDarkAngel

[Reviews & Recaps]

Things I wouldn’t think I’d say - season 6 *spoilers up to S6E1* by LoveDreamer18

S6 1st **REWATCH** by caldude1985

Video: The Twisted Buffy Guide S02E06: Halloween by Twisted View

Video: Life Serial-Slayer Sunday by Jane Talks Buffy

Podcast: Buffy Season 6 As A Whole S6 E23 (Buffy and the Art of Story Podcast) by Lisa M. Lilly

Podcast: Something Something Buffy the Vampire Slayer... by Expertise is Overrated

[Fandom Discussions]

One of the things I like best about the second half of Season 7 is the fact it lets Buffy accept that she’s still growing up and figuring out who she is as a person by coraniaid

Was Buffy the Only Slayer to Be Revived? by NotASlayer

Why did some fans turn on Willow and Xander? continued by multiple posters

What was your reaction to this moment? ["Cordelia" killing Lilah] by dabzandjabz

Would Angel eventually start to look like the Master? by samcarpentervi

The amount of confusion I have as a first time watcher... [about Dawn] by tvcriticgirlxo

Spike is very fond of the Summers women and would pretty much do anything for them by Opening_Knowledge868

What shows would Spike & Dru watch together? by alrtight

Spike’s hottest season by HollyVioletRose

Were you on Buffy’s side when she was upset when Angel did as she asked and pretended he lost his soul to get the inside scoop on The Mayor’s plans? by unitedfan6191

Cordelia Visions by LoveSnape

what is up with willow and kennedy? lol by likeshinythings

why season 2 is a classic television season ?? by LoveDreamer18

Your ideas for a Faith spin off? by speashasha

Who is older- The Master or Prince of Lies? At what age do you think vampires start looking like the Turok-Han? by alrtight

Aside from Dawn, which character often received kid glove treatment? by Opening_Knowledge868

What's Your Best and/or Worst of Buffy The Vampire Slayer Season 2? by Big-Restaurant-2766

What do you think of the whole Buffy-Angel relationship in season 3? by unitedfan6191

What is Something that Stands Out to You in "Graduation Day Parts 1&2" and/or Buffy The Vampire Slayer Season 3 in general? by Big-Restaurant-2766

What subtext or metaphor did you miss at first? by SafiraAshai

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#buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #angel the series #ats

[kemetic-dreams]

Brown Girl 'Herstory:' Iconic comic and actress Jackie "Moms" Mabley was born on this date in 1894.

The woman who would become known as famed comedian Moms Mabley was born Loretta Mary Aiken in Brevard, North Carolina, on March 19, 1894 (some sources say 1897), to a large family. She experienced a horrifying, traumatic childhood. Her firefighter father was killed in an explosion when she was 11 and her mother was later hit and killed by a truck on Christmas Day. And by the beginning of her teens, Aiken had been raped twice and become pregnant from both encounters, with both children being given away.

Aiken left home at the age of 14 and pursued a show business career, joining the African-American vaudeville circuit as a comedian under the Theatre Owners Booking Association. Fellow performer Jack Mabley became her boyfriend for a short time, and she took on his name, becoming Jackie Mabley, with "Moms" coming from her eventual reputation as a mentoring, mothering spirit.

By the early 1920s she had begun to work with the duo Butterbeans & Susie, and eventually became an attraction at the Cotton Club. Mabley entered the world of film and stage as well, working with writer Zora Neale Hurston on the 1931 Broadway show "Fast and Furious: A Colored Revue in 37 Scenes" and taking on a featured role in Paul Robeson's "Emperor Jones" (1933).

Starting in the late 1930s, Mabley became the first woman comedian to be featured at the Apollo, going on to appear on the theater's stage more times than any other performer. She returned to the big screen as well with "The Big Timers" (1945), "Boarding House Blues" (1948), and the musical revue "Killer Diller" (1948), which featured Nat King Cole and Butterfly McQueen.

Mabley's standup routines were riotous affairs augmented by the aesthetic she presented as being an older, housedress-clad figure who provided sly commentary on racial bigotry to African-American audiences. Her jokes also pointed towards a lusty zest for younger men. Yet, belying that persona, offstage she had a glamorous, chic look and was known to have relationships with women.

Mabley began a recording career with her Chess Records debut album "The Funniest Woman Alive," which became gold-certified. Subsequent albums like "Moms Mabley at the Playboy Club," "Moms Mabley at the UN" and "Young Men, Si - Old Men, No" continued to broaden Mabley's reach (she ultimately recorded many albums). She landed spots on some of the top variety shows of the day, including "The Ed Sullivan Show," and graced the stage of Carnegie Hall.

Mobley had a starring role in the 1974 picture "Amazing Grace," which she was able to complete despite having a heart attack during filming. She died on May 23, 1975, in White Plains, New York.

Actress Clarice Taylor, who portrayed Bill Cosby's mother on "The Cosby Show" and was a major fan of Mabley's work, staged the 1987 play "Moms" at the Astor Place Theater, in which she portrayed the trailblazing icon. Fellow comedian Whoopi Goldberg made her directorial debut with the documentary "Moms Mabley: I Got Somethin' to Tell You," which was presented at the Tribeca Film Festival and aired on HBO in 2013.

See the comments for a performance from "Amazing Grace" and "Moms" singing her hit song, "Abraham, Martin and John," recorded in 1969.

#african #mabley #king cole #kemetic dreams #moms mabley #brownskin

[fatalfangirl]

Well, well, well. It's been a hot minute (almost two months) since my last fic rec post. I have been reading (slowly), and have a back catalogue of recommendations to share. The ones highlighted here I originally read in September, but haven't had a chance to talk about them... until now!

Archery 101 - Mature - @whatevertheweather and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

Y'all this fic was made for me. Literally. As a birthday gift. But also it has sports and pining, and a will they/won't they tension (they will, but first they won't). The thirst in this is REAL. Baz's mental lusty spirals are delicious as he he fantasizes about Simon, his holiday resort archery teacher. The sexual tension is like its own taut bow string ready to snap. Very fun, very sexy.

We Got a Good Thing Going - Teen - @facewithoutheart

This canon divergence fic takes an interesting look at what might have happened post bird bloodbath in Wayward Son should Simon and Baz have been able to connect in the aftermath. The story does a beautiful job of bringing the emotional/relationship breakthroughs of AWTWB into WS in a very believable way. It plays with moments of insecurity and fear really well. The movement in this fic, the physical movements within each scene, are so vivid. Loved it all.

A cake with your name on it - Teen - @chen-chen-chen-again-chen

I hadn't read anything quite like this Agatha/Baz marriage of convenience AU before. It's told completely from Agatha's POV, allowing us a fresh look at Simon and Baz's budding relationship while also giving us a very interesting exploration of Agatha's own journey outside societal expectations. This was the first fic I've read from this author and have liked everything I've read from them since! Give this one as well as any of their others a go!

you can use all of me - Explicit - @vermilion-cavalry

This is a short, intense exploration of Simon's touch aversion and his and Baz's intimacy journey. It's sexy but challenging in a way that left me thinking over the scene quite a bit. The interesting treatment of dialogue also adds a haze/dreamlike quality to the scene, which I think works particularly well given the contents.

#fic rec #happy fridayyyyyyy #fic rec friday

[thereturnofsidsid03]

My Favourite Books ❤︎

In a growny-uppy way, so no Percy Jackson, John Green, Harry Potter, Mortal Instruments, Anna and the French Kiss, Hunger Games, Divergent, Goosebumps, The Clique etc.

The Girls by Emma Cline

"Emma Cline’s first novel, “The Girls” (Random House), is a song of innocence and experience—in ways that she has intended, and perhaps in ways that she has not. It’s a story of corruption and abuse, set in 1969, in which a bored and groundless California teen-ager joins a Manson-like cult, with bloody, Manson-like results."- James Wood for The New Yorker

I'm With the Band by Pamela Des Barres

"The stylish, exuberant, and remarkably sweet confession of one of the most famous groupies of the 1960s and 70s... Warm, witty, and sexy, this kiss-and-tell-all stands out as the perfect chronicle of one of rock 'n' roll's most thrilling eras."- Booktopia

Valley of the Dolls by Jacqueline Susann

"Valley of the Dolls is a zipper-ripper that has been called trashy, tawdry, glitzy, lusty, sordid and seamy — and that's just the beginning of its appeal. Susann was accused of "typing on a cash register," and Truman Capote called her "a truck driver in drag." She threw a drink at Johnny Carson, a punch at a critic and a chair at a wrestler, before jumping into the ring. All of it sold books."- Nancy Bachrach for NPR

Everything I Know About Love by Dolly Alderton

"Glittering with wit and insight, heart and humor, Dolly Alderton’s unforgettable debut weaves together personal stories, satirical observations, a series of lists, recipes, and other vignettes that will strike a chord of recognition with women of every age—making you want to pick up the phone and tell your best friends all about it." - Goodreads

Black Swans by Eve Babitz

"She may be self-absorbed and occasionally insensitive, but to a certain extent, she is aware of her failings and brave enough to expose them to her reader wholesale along with her effervescent party commentary... Reading Eve Babitz is like eating cake for breakfast, like having a gossip over brunch with your best friend. Her short stories consider the pros and cons of black lacquered swimming pools, and let us peer into the dining room of the Bel Air Hotel where Babitz — tripping on LSD — and her boyfriend are so drunk they can barely stay in their seats. "- Lauren Sazaren for Los Angeles Review of Books

Malibu Rising by Taylor Jenkins Reid

"Malibu Rising is a bloody great book. The kind of book you'll wish you could go back in time and experience for the first time all over again. It's got all the elements of a crackin' good novel - a page-turning plot, fully fleshed out, flawed, relatable characters, GOSSIP AND DRAMA, and little lessons you'll take with you long after you've read the final page." - Keryn Donnelly for Mamamia

Slow Days, Fast Company by Eve Babitz

"Imagine the incisive wit of Virginia Woolf mingling with the listlessness of Françoise Sagan—this is the work of Eve Babitz, an ingenue and poet. Her lyrical sensuality is both sexy and cerebral…this book sizzles with hedonistic abandon, sex, drugs, and rock’n’roll…it is the clarity of her language and her painterly style that cement her place in the pantheon of American literature." -Sarah Nasar,  British Airways High Life Magazine

I am certain that there is many I have forgotten but these are The Unforgettables.

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[ljfoxie]

The first child to have some sort of real drama was fourth born Nadja! As a teen she got pregnant but didn’t want a child, so her father accompanied her to have a termination even though he and her stepmother supported her either way. She then grew up to marry the one and only daddy...Vladislaus Straud! Together they had five children in total; Zachary, Megan, Emily and the twins Clarence and Noe. All are raven haired vampires, of course! Nadja has an estranged relationship with her mother Lilith Vatore, having lived with her dad and step-mum her whole life. She’s still not into having kids, which is ironic, but loves all of her offspring and cannot imagine her life without them. Oh and she’s a lusty little vampire who can’t keep her hands off of her hubby, hence the five kids!

Chaotic Fact: When she was in labour with her first child, she kept going off to have sexy time with her obstetrician, and when she wasn’t with him she was attending to her own “needs”! I was experimenting with the Succubus element of Wicked Perversions, it was problematic! She’s better now, thankfully!

#ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4

[autismmydearwatson]

Hi, mutual!!

Favorite Shakespeare play? Mine is currently Hamlet, but I’m excited to read more of them and see if that changes (I’ve only read that, Romeo and Juliet, and I think one more). Also, do you like the loosely adapted Shakespeare teen movies?

Oh my goodness. As someone who has been in Hamlet, and has read a decent number of Shakespeare's plays (5), Hamlet is rightly acknowledged as EASILY one of Shakespeare's very best, if not THE best. The drama???? The emotional intensity????? The relationships?????? It's TOP TIER.

My no. 1 favorite is Hamlet, closely followed by Romeo and Juliet. Romeo and Juliet is SO GOOD.

Third favorite is Macb*th, which I surprisingly don't post a lot about even though i was in it????? I should post about Macb*th more, it's really good. Besides being almost absurdly hilarious at times (as well as fanservice for King James the Bitch), The Scottish Play really is one of the few works by Shakespeare that I find genuinely scary and unsettling. Sure everyone on Tumblr likes "what you egg" "geese, villain?" And Lady Macbeth, but I think the disturbing parts aren't acknowledged enough. Banquo is trans and Malcolm is underrated.

I've also read Julius Caesar recently but I should probably revisit it cause I feel like I didn't appreciate it enough. It's one of Shakespeare's Histories, and I think the imagery and symbolism is very cool.

"She dreamt tonight she saw my statue,

Which, like a fountain with a hundred spouts,

Did run pure blood. And many lusty Romans

Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it."

A Midsummer Nights Dream is a bit overrated, but Puck is gender and I like him.

HOLY SHIT DONT GET ME STARTED ON SHAKESPEAREAN TEEN MOVIES. Baz Luhrmans Romeo+Juliet (1996)???? BANGER. KING SHIT. for our Hamlet production we also had an insanely talented teen play Hamlet. Also the Macb*th movie with Patrick Stewart is my favorite ever.

I haven't read Othello yet but it might be worth a read

#vibrating with autism every time I get an ask #Shakespeare

[adamwatchesmovies]

Return to the Blue Lagoon (1991)

While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...

Return to the Blue Lagoon is so brazen about its laziness I almost want to give it credit for its audacity. Minus a few tweaks at the beginning and end, this is the EXACT SAME MOVIE as 1980’s The Blue Lagoon. You’ll be bored, you’ll be frustrated… you might also be grossed out.

In 1897, castaways Richard & Emmeline and their baby, Richard, are discovered by a ship sailing nearby. The parents are dead so the boy is taken in by Mrs. Sarah Hargrave (Lisa Pelikan), a widow with a child of her own, Lilli. An outbreak of cholera forces them to abandon their ship. When they do, they land on the same paradisal island Richard’s parents inhabited. Years pass. The now pre-teens witness their mother die of pneumonia. As the two nubile islanders grow, Lili (Milla Jovovich) and Richard (Brian Krause) begin to look at each other in a wholly different way than when they were children.

This movie is about one thing only: two innocent members of the opposite sex living in isolation where society has not corrupted them by teaching them what to expect once they reach sexual maturity. There are many shots where they frolic in the island's clear blue waters and verdant green forest as the rest of us either eagerly wait for them to discover how attractive they are to each other. Well, if you're a creep. I hope you’re watching with a look of discomfort on your face, as Milla Jovovich was 16 when they shot this film and she appears topless a couple of times. Gross. If you're somehow able to separate yourself from that fact, you might be able to give your full attention to the plot… which is a bore.

The film is doubly lazy; first by replicating the story of the two young people inside a Garden of Eden (the very same Garden we saw in "Blue Lagoon"; talk about contrived) and secondly by focusing entirely on the drama of the situation at the expense of the potential Robinson Crusoe story. When the family land on the island, they move into Richard’s parents’ house. They didn’t even have to build a shelter! I’d like to imagine my own sequel to this movie in which Richard and Lilli have a child, attempt to leave the island and die, with their son coming back again, in a cycle that has the technology on the island advance with each generation. Think coconut radio and crab-powered pianos.

There is a conflict beyond the “stop looking at my chest, Richard!” drama but the second it begins you’ll immediately know how every detail will pan out. Even when Return to the Blue Lagoon film tries to mix things up, it contains no surprises. Despite its promises of lascivious and lusty imagery, it's unfit even as a substitute for softcore porn, meaning it’s got zero appeal. (August 23, 2019)

#Return to the Blue Lagoon #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #William A. Graham #Leslie Stevens #Milla Jovovich #Brian Krause #1991 movies #1991 films

[wolfspurr]

It's finished! Chapter 3 is now up and can be found here.

Heatwave (7355 words) by Wolfspurr Chapters: 3/3 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Minor Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Minor Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Hot Weather, Making Out, Getting Together Summary: A heatwave hits Beacon Hills and the whole town decides to start coupling up. Stiles isn't sure if it's the best thing that's ever happened to him or the worst.

Excerpt: It has to be supernatural.

The blanket of heat that’s settled over Beacon Hills is an oppressive, sticky kind of hell so unpleasant that it can’t possibly be a natural phenomenon. It can’t. If it’s not supernatural, then it can’t be defeated, and if it can’t be defeated Stiles is going to have to live through it.

It has to be supernatural.

Summer is supposed to be over, and even at its peak the temperatures hadn’t spiked this high. This is Beacon Hills; it isn’t supposed to be like this. What’s worse, school is back in session, so Stiles can’t spend his days lounging in Lydia’s pool with the rest of the pack in between supernatural threats. There’s homework to do and classes to attend, and for some godforsaken reason Beacon Hills High hasn’t seen fit to upgrade its air conditioning system at any point within the last two decades.

Which is to say it’s hot.

Unbearably hot.

The air is so thick he can practically cut it. It’s stifling. Suffocating. No matter how many cool showers he takes, a couple of minutes later there’s a tacky sheen of sweat prickling uncomfortably over his body again, an unattractive flush rising on his skin as blood rushes to the surface in the vain hope of being cooled down. All he can do is fan himself ineffectually with whatever’s closest to hand and pray to whatever higher being might be up there for it to end.

It’s not just the heat, it’s the humidity. It might actually be driving him insane, and Stiles is pretty sure he isn’t the only one.

It makes no sense. In this climate touching anyone else should be the last thing on anyone’s mind, but things in Beacon Hills seem to have been heating up in more ways than one. It’s not enough that the town is hotter than Satan’s balls, the heat seems to be messing with people’s minds as well, burning away their rationality and overheating their senses until they reach boiling point and hidden feelings, secret urges start to bubble over. Everyone is pairing up, finding someone to press themselves up against in discrete corners, empty rooms, the middle of the damn hallways.

Everyone except for Stiles.

Scott and Allison are so hot for each other they seem to have taken up permanent residence in the supply closet during school hours. Yesterday he walked in on Erica doing unspeakable things to Boyd in the depths of the library stacks, and he’s pretty sure he even saw Harris sneaking into an abandoned classroom with the new school secretary at lunch.

It can’t be normal.

And this is why Stiles is sprawled in front of his desk, cursing his laptop for the heat it’s churning out into the sauna he now calls a bedroom as he throws himself into research. Magma creatures. Volcano spirits. Lusty heat demons. Something has to be causing this misery. Keep Reading

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