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whateverurmomwants · 5 months
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No cuz do you ever just realize how powerful lucy is?
She was able to conjure ALL of her celestial spirits, 3 or 4 of them being fricking ZODIACS, all at once and being powerful enough to be recognized by the celestial spirit king? And all in the first season? Where she hasn’t even had her star dresses and other abilities she has learned?
Not to mention this theory about her being a descendent of the goddess Anna, the best Celestial Spirit user.
And im rewatching it rn, and ive already encountered a moment where if she didnt interfere, natsu would have died. The arc with phantom lord where natsu is battling gajeel? Gajeel had eaten iron but there was no fire for natsu to eat, and so Lucy gave him that fire by using Sagittarius. Without that fire, natsu definitely wouldnt have finished that fight.
People are always saying ‘oh well that may be so, but if she hadn’t joined the guild-‘ Phantom lord would have most definitely attacked them for another reason. They wanted to remain the best guild in Fiore. Fairytail challenged that, so it was just a matter of time before they fought.
“Well, she always gets in their way-“ Yeah, considering the fact that she grew up in a household where her fathers only concern was the family line, she wouldn’t exactly have time to practice her magic. The only spirit she really had was Aquarius, and we can infer that she only brought her out on very few occasions. And she also wouldn’t have been able to build up any target practice or any muscle building, since Jude would say, in the stupid old fashioned way, ‘women don’t need muscles. All you need to do is make yourself look presentable to find a husband.’ He definitely wouldn’t have wanted her practicing her magic.
Meanwhile, all the others grew up in an environment where they could practice their magic freely with other wizards. They had teachers and activities that enhanced their magic and physical builds, she didn’t. So of course she wouldn’t be able to be on their level so soon.
Also, the amount of magic it takes to summon a silver spirit is a lot, but even MORE so for a Zodiac. Mashima explained that it pretty much is on a scale from 1-100. Plu being the easiest to summon at one, and her highest silver key being Lyra at 18. Her golden keys on the other hand, has Aquarius at 100 and the lowest being Cancer at 52. Others talk about the spirits only being able to use as much magical power as Lucy uses to summon them, but i doubt that theory/statement.
And its also amazing even then because she can keep those gates open for a tremendous amount of time, and multiple on some occasions. I don’t know if this part is true, but i believe that the mage has to have at-least some level of concentration on the gate for it to keep open, so if that’s correct, then it makes it even more astounding that she is able to focus on the bond at all times while fighting. And i only say this because her spirits go back to the spirit realm when she is knocked out.
Also during the E.N.D arc, (haven’t gotten there yet, seen bits and pieces) she literally REWRITES the E.N.D book that Zeref HIMSELF wrote. She literally rewrote his fate. And yes, i know that Gray was there to help her out, but at the same time, most people would have still not have been able to handle the mental and physical strain that causes.
And im just guessing on this part, but didnt she learn an entirely new part of her magic by someone in blue pegasus and learned how to preform the spell in like a week? Month? Some other very short time span?
Anyways i just love lucy and i would litterally rather show everyone my ao3 library before letting her get hurt/bashed. Lmao
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stimmybruno · 2 years
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i’m rlly glad with the way luisa was portrayed in encanto. bcus she is strong, she is built muscly and broad and tall. BUT she also wears dresses and doesn’t have a ‘boyish’ hairstyle. she isn’t masculine. she’s feminine.
yk a lot of women in fiction who are portrayed as strong are always immediately made to be masculine as well. and obviously this solidifies the “men are strong” stereotype. women in fiction who are muscly, or who are fighters or who are strong are almost ALWAYS portrayed as masculine but luisa isn’t.
women can be strong and feminine. women can be muscly and wear dresses. and that strength that’s “all so masculine and man like (/sarc)” doesn’t take anything away from their womanhood/femininity.
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thewidowsghost · 4 years
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Fox - Chapter 26
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Previously on Fox:
"Nat," (Y/n) gently nudges her girlfriend's shoulder, but it doesn't do anything. (Y/n) moves closer to Natasha, wrapping an arm around her, gently running her fingers through the redhead's hair.
After a minute or two, Natasha relaxes, falling back into a comfortable sleep. (Y/n) rests her head back on her pillow, continuing to run her hand through Natasha's soft hair. After about half an hour, (Y/n) falls asleep, her right arm instinctively resting beside Natasha's left hand.
Natasha wakes about an hour after her nightmare, studying (Y/n) for a while. She seems so gentle while she sleeps, Natasha thinks. The green-eyed former assassin takes (Y/n)'s hand shyly and (Y/n) sleepily entwined her fingers with Natasha's, sighing contentedly.
Natasha smiles softly, lying her head gently on (Y/n)'s shoulder. (Y/n) shifts her head slightly, then rests her right cheek against the top of her girlfriend's head. Natasha turns a little, cuddling into (Y/n)'s side.
"You're so cute when you're tired," (Y/n) murmurs and Natasha laughs softly.
"Don't tell anyone, I have to keep my bad girl image," Natasha says, looking up and meeting (Y/n)'s gentle (E/C) eyes with her own green ones, amusement evident in (Y/n)'s gaze. (Y/n) gently wraps her arms around Natasha, the redhead snuggling closer, (Y/n) resting her chin on Natasha's head.
(Y/n) watches Natasha's eyes close, and (Y/n) says softly, "Good night, Nat."
Natasha murmurs something indistinguishable and (Y/n) stifles a laugh.
3rd Person POV
The next morning Natasha wakes up before (Y/n) and snuggles into her girlfriend's arms, the memories of the last few weeks running though her head.
Spending time with (Y/n), the attack from the strange man outside of Odessa; meeting the Bartons.
Natasha sighs softly, but it still wakes up (Y/n) who shifts lightly behind Natasha's head.
"Sorry," Natasha murmurs.
"You're alright," (Y/n) answers, running her fingers through Natasha's soft red hair. Natasha relaxes into (Y/n) as the (E/C) eyed women wraps her arms around Natasha. "What do you have to be so cute for, huh?" (Y/n) asks softly.
"I could say the same about you," Natasha answers shyly.
"Ha, I'm six feet tall," (Y/n) laughs softly. "How could you call someone so tall, cute, huh?"
"Well, you're certainly not ugly," Natasha counters.
(Y/n) laughs softly, nudging Natasha playfully.
Natasha sits up and moves out of the bed, and towards the bathroom. (Y/n) stands up and rifles through her suitcase to find a pair of jeans and a shirt and a leather jacket.
(Y/n) pulls off her pajama pants and slips into her jeans, but as (Y/n) is taking off her pajama shirt, Natasha walks out of the bathroom, turning scarlet when she sees (Y/n). Natasha takes in her rock hard abs and well muscled arms as (Y/n) quickly pulls on a light gray t-shirt, her hair covering her embarrassed face. (Y/n) avoids Natasha's face as she pulls on her heather gray jacket.
Natasha walks over to (Y/n) and wraps her arms around the taller woman's waist. (Y/n) looks down at her girlfriend and gently sets her arms on her shoulders. (Y/n) bends down a little, her lips ghosting over Natasha's, silently asking if this is okay.
Natasha answers by stretching up and meeting (Y/n)'s lips, moving her arms to rest on her shoulders, straining due to (Y/n)'s nine inch height advantage. (Y/n) bends down even more, her lips still against Natasha's.
After a minute, the two break apart, (Y/n) gazing fondly down at the redhead.
"That felt right," (Y/n) says breathlessly and Natasha laughs softly. "You're cute," (Y/n) murmurs, kissing Natasha again softly.
"Why do you wear leather all the time?" Natasha asks, pulling off (Y/n)'s jacket.
Natasha steps back and (Y/n) crosses her arms, her biceps flexing as she does so, Natasha watching her arms. "Don't need my girlfriend getting jealous of people staring at me?" (Y/n) says. "But for you, I can leave it off."
(Y/n) smiles and nudges Natasha gently. "Now go get changed and we can go get breakfast," she tells the redhead. Natasha shakes her head and rummages through her suitcase grabbing a pair of jeans and a red t-shirt. (Y/n) bends down and pulls out a navy blue leather jacket and hands it to Natasha. "Just, if you want."
Natasha smiles, takes the jacket, and makes her way to the bathroom to change.
"Aww, it's so big on you," (Y/n) comments as Natasha walks back into the room with (Y/n)'s jacket on, the sleeves a few inches too long. Natasha rolls her eyes and (Y/n) snaps her fingers and the jacket shrinks to fit Natasha's smaller size.
"That works," Natasha says and (Y/n) smiles, grabbing her phone and wallet and a handbag, placing the two items inside. Natasha comes over to stand by (Y/n) and the taller woman wraps an arm around her shoulder.
"Let's go get food," (Y/n) says and the two walk out of the hotel room.
They separate once they reach the lobby. The two walk to a nearby restaurant and are shown to their seats, sitting side side in a corner booth, holding hands under the table.
"I think I'm feeling something other than pancakes today, surprisingly," (Y/n) says and Natasha looks surprised.
"You always have pancakes though," Natasha says, gazing at (Y/n) who smiles.
"I'm feeling like waffles," (Y/n) says and Natasha stifles a laugh.
"Waffles and pancakes are literally the same thing," Natasha says and (Y/n) nudges her playfully.
"Fine, what about biscuits and gravy?" (Y/n) asks. "Is that different enough for you?" (Y/n) asks playfully.
"That sounds nice," Natasha says, gazing affectionately at (Y/n). "Maybe I'll join you there."
"We need coffee though," (Y/n) says.
"Oh, definitely," Natasha says, agreeing with her (E/C) eyed girlfriend.
A waiter comes over and asks for their drink orders and the two order coffees. The waiter brings back the coffees and (Y/n) nods as he sets them down in front of the two women and walks away.
"So, we check out the one apartment at three, then go and possibly see other after that?" Natasha asks as she takes a sip of her coffee.
"That's right," (Y/n) answers. "Maybe later we could go get ice cream?" (Y/n) offers.
Natasha leans up against (Y/n) and nods in agreement.
"You're being super sweet today," (Y/n) murmurs. "I'm kind of digging it," she adds.
"It seems you bring out some good qualities in me," Natasha says, looking up into (Y/n)'s gentle (E/C) eyes.
"I think you bring some good qualities in yourself," (Y/n) tells Natasha, and the redhead smiles warmly up at her. "Also, I love your smile," she adds.
"Still too much..." Natasha holds out the last word.
"You're mean," (Y/n) whines.
"You ladies ready to order?" the waiter asks and Natasha moves from her place against (Y/n). The waiter shoots (Y/n) a glance as her well muscled arms flex, then his gaze moves to Natasha.
"I thought you were taking our orders?" (Y/n) asks, glaring at the man, who's gaze flashes with fear for a moment before taking the two's orders.
"I thought you said that I would be jealous?" Natasha asks, amusement shining in her emerald gaze as she looks at (Y/n).
(Y/n) shakes her head, sheepishly slouching in her seat in the booth beside Natasha. "You don't have to be embarrassed," Natasha says, leaning closer to (Y/n) to whisper, "I think it's adorable."(Y/n) blushes and, She's cute when she's embarrassed, runs through Natasha's brain, but then she realizes she said it aloud when (Y/n) goes a darker shade of red. "I said that out loud, didn't I?" Natasha asks and (Y/n) nods. "You get embarrassed so easily, don't you?" Natasha asks, leaning back up against (Y/n).
"Of course not," (Y/n) says hastily.
"I think it's sweet," Natasha says after the waiter sets down their breakfast.
"What do you mean?" (Y/n) asks, taking a bite of her biscuits and gravy.
"The fact is," Natasha pauses and (Y/n) keeps her gaze on her redheaded girlfriend, "everyone I've gotten to know here, Fury, Clint, Agents Coulson and Hill, they're all fighters. But then comes you," Natasha pauses again. "You could win any fight, and yet you're the sweetest, most gentle, and most intelligent person I've ever met."
"Aww, Nat, that's so sweet," (Y/n) wraps her arm around Natasha's waist and pulls the redhead a little closer, laughing a little when Natasha lets out a squeak of surprise. "Sorry," (Y/n) apologizes quickly but Natasha leans into (Y/n) shoulder, pulling her plate with her.
"You're alright," Natasha murmurs.
The two finish breakfast and they walk around for a while before walking to the apartment that they had seen online and meeting a realtor named Amanda.
"You must be (Y/n)," she says, gazing up at (Y/n), and Natasha shifts uncomfortably beside her.
"You'd be correct," (Y/n) answers coolly. "Could we go and look at the apartment now?" (Y/n) asks.
"Sure," Amanda opens the door and (Y/n) and Natasha walk in.
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"What do you think Nat?" (Y/n) asks as the two look around.
"I think we'd need something bigger," Natasha answers and (Y/n) nods, and turns back to Amanda.
"Is there anything else you have that's bigger than this?" (Y/n) asks.
"We do have one other thing you might like to see," Amanda answers. "It's a townhouse about a ten minute walk from here."
(Y/n) and Natasha exchange a look and Natasha turns to Amanda and nods. "We'd like to see that if that's alright," the redhead says and Amanda motions for the two of us to leave so she can lock the door behind them.
Amanda leads the way out of the apartment building, (Y/n) and Natasha walking a few feet behind, following Amanda for about ten more minutes until they reach a townhouse.
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"Holy shit," Natasha says, stepping inside the front door of the townhouse"/> (E/C) eyes.
Natasha rolls her eyes and takes (Y/n)'s hand back.
"This place is fricking amazing," (Y/n) says, gazing around.
"Language," Natasha mocks (Y/n) and the (H/C) haired woman hits her lightly.
"Technically, that's not a curse word," (Y/n) says. "I do like this place though," (Y/n) admits.
"I do too," Natasha agrees, an image of her and (Y/n) spending time together, snuggled together on the couch, watching TV, or just making dinner together - or rather, (Y/n) making dinner and her watching.
"I feel the same," (Y/n) murmurs.
"Did you just read my mind?" Natasha asks.
"You think loudly," (Y/n) admits sheepishly. "And I'd like that," (Y/n) pulls Natasha closer and wraps an arm round her shoulders.
"Let's go tell her we'll take it?" Natasha asks and (Y/n) nods.
"Thank God we work for SHIELD," (Y/n) says. "This place must cost a whole fortune. Thankfully SHIELD is paying for us to move out here."
"Let's go," Natasha says and the two walk back down the stairs letting go of each other's hands before walking to meet Amanda who was standing by the door.
"We'll take it," (Y/n) says when Amanda sends her a questioning look.
"Good, just fill out this paperwork and y'all are good to go. Rent is due next Friday," Amanda says handing (Y/n) a stack of a papers on a clipboard and a pen.
(Y/n) signs a bunch of stuff and hands the clipboard to Natasha who looks at her quizzically. Then she looks down at the top lines of the paper and next to (Y/n)'s signature was a line for a second lease owner.
"You really want..." Natasha trails off and (Y/n) nods. "Okay then," Natasha scribbles her signature and hands the clipboard back to Amanda. The blond smiles at Natasha and (Y/n) before handing (Y/n) a set of keys.
"Good luck, you two," Amanda says, smiling at the two.
(Y/n) and Natasha exchange amused glances before (Y/n) turns to Amanda. "Thanks," she says.
Amanda nods and walks out of the townhouse.
"So," (Y/n) says once the door closes, "new girlfriend, new house, that's pretty cool."
"You're an idiot," Natasha says and (Y/n) bends down and kisses her softly.
"We're going to have to do something about that," (Y/n) grins down at the redhead. "Can't have an intelligent women like yourself dating an idiot, now can we?"
"Haha," Natasha says, gazing up into (Y/n)'s (E/C) gaze. "Now, let's got get your stuff."
Word Count: 2388 words
So, I really LOVE this chapter. You guys finally got your kissing scene! I don't know how well written it is though, I've never been in a relationship before or never kissed anyone before. So...
See y'all!
Love,
        Kaitlynn ❤😍
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kpopchangedme · 5 years
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In-Depth | Jackson Wang [M]
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Ambushing Jackson in the locker room for an interview was a bad idea. Now you might find out why his talents outside the basketball court are also praised by the masses...
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Protagonists: Jackson Wang & You
Word Count: 3,4k
Genre: NSFW - F*ck Boy - University - Strangers - SMUT - [Drabble 2k]
Prompts: “Oh yeah, and what are you going to do about it?” + “Don’t touch what’s not yours”
**explicit content* *dirty talk* *female oral* *unprotected intercourse (DON’T)* *worship* *breath play* *what has my life become**
Requested by: @wangslut7 J’espère que tu vas aimer, je me suis un peu emportée... ;)))) and it turned really steamy...
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GOT7 | M.list
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The man frowns walking in but barely slows down. You keep a wiped clean expression when his eyes detail you, sitting on the counter, wearing a long skirt and summer blouse. Your heart still skips a beat though, betraying your professional intentions. Glistening with sweat, Jackson Wang throws his gym bag on a wooden bench, still staring at you like you’re an apparition. It’s because you don’t fit in, shouldn’t be in a men’s locker room at 6 AM, but you intended that as a mind trick. Showing up at an unexpected place to get a scoop or an interesting interview… And Lord knows Jackson owes you one. He’s been blowing off your university newspaper for months; not showing up at scheduled interviews and avoiding the usual questions after a big game.
“Were you this desperate to see me naked?” He quirks a brow, flexing his bicep as he throws open his locker. There’s no question, he remembers what you’re here for, but it’s typical behaviour coming from him. You try to avoid noticing how his damp tank top clings to his back muscles but fail. In the end, your eyes drop to the safety of the notepad resting on your thighs.
“Is it true that your mother used to wake you up at 5 in the morning every day for stretching exercises?”
“Is that how you found me?” The hot player scoffs slightly deterred. “You know I don’t talk about my mother.”
“It’s alright,” you scribble something, unaffected by his coldness since you expected this reaction, “I already talked to her last Friday. Amazing lady, very nice and proud of you.”
His jaw clenches, “The game where I scored over 60 points? Write about that.”
“Everyone knows about that…” You reply confidently, holding his gaze. “I want to write something substantial, an in-depth interview about the real Jackson Wang.”
“Really?” A dangerous smile suddenly stretches Jackson’s face. “If I knew you wanted to have me deep, I would’ve made us happened sooner.” This doesn’t even make you flinch. Wang has a reputation, apparently, plenty of girls want an extensive experience with a self-obsessed Point Guard. He’s hot, you aren’t blind. Now that you’re standing alone in the same room as him, you can totally relate. You blink, trying to mask the effect the man has on you. “What’s your name, doll?”
Fricking. Doll.
“You’ve been told many times, but I guess you’re forgetful when women talk.”
“You’re smart,” Jackson chuckles, taking his sticky tank top off. You concentrate on his face, not letting your eyes wander lower on his ripped body. He’d like that way too much… And maybe you would too. “Join me in the shower, promise I’ll never forget you again.”
“Y/n, for the Uni’ paper. Remember it.” You nervously replace a strand of hair that went astray behind your ear. Suddenly the room feels very warm. “Do you have any favourite Chinese restaurants in town where a fan might run into you?”
“Are you always so frigid, doll? I could help with that.” Unphased, Jackson slips his fingers in the waistband of his gym shorts, sliding them down his thighs and calves in one swift go. Jesus, his briefs are gone too. Your whole face burns at his exposure, but he doesn’t seem embarrassed at all. He grins, observing your shyness and walks up to you. Instinctively, you press your back against the wall and your thighs together.
He attempts to steal your notebook, but you hiss like an animal, clutching to it and staring at the ceiling; “Don’t touch what’s not yours.”
“Feisty,” Jackson licks his lips, scrutinizing you, “I’m a traditional man... I’ll take you to my favourite place if you shower with me.”
You make the mistake of inhaling through your nose, he’s close now but you had not realized he was also in the air all around you. The manly scent of his sweat and skin is arousing, mind-numbing, you can almost taste him. Shit. Lord knows you aren’t made of stone. Being in the same room as a hot naked man is a bit much for your brain, especially if he’s hitting on you. Ambushing Jackson was a bad idea after all. 
“Do you have a boyfriend?” The player’s gaze slide on your neck to the little triangle of bare skin in the middle of your chest. There’s nothing impressing there to see but still, he exhales softly, like he’s affected. “Or are you a good good girl, y/n?”
“I ask the questions,” you try one last time to sound convincing and get him to focus on the interview. “You’re naked.”
Ok, not a question.
“Oh yeah,” Jackson steps even closer, trapping you on the counter. His tanned shoulders glimmer rendered sticky by dried sweat from his morning training. “And what are you gonna do about it?”
Fuck. People were right.
He’s dangerous, he has that little something that makes you lose your mind and go full-on primal. Your second mistake is to look down at his body. Until now you had managed to concentrate on his dark brown eyes or your surroundings.
Of course, Jackson Wang is ripped like a god, every muscle under his honey-toned skin shaped to perfection. When you see his already half-hard dick something in your lower stomach pinches violently. Screw the interview. You fell into your own trap this morning.
“You don’t look like you have a boyfriend,” he muses, unbothered by your silence. His right hand brushes your ankle, decidedly climbing your calf to your thigh under your skirt, leaving your skin electrified at the touch. It stops behind your knee. “You look like you’re imagining me fucking you raw on that counter.” Your breath hitches as he roughly pulls your leg until you’re against him. Instinctively your arms wrap around his bare shoulders to stay straight and he presses into your clothes. “Am I right?”
“I-I’ve never done that before.” You hush in admittance, shutting both eyes and already giving up. That sounded like a promising offer. Jackson Wang’s talents outside the court are also praised by the masses. You’re too turned on to care about his fuck boy ways or your interview anymore. You bet a guy like him and a girl like you isn’t the most unexpected thing to happen in this locker room.
“Of course, you haven’t,” Jackson chuckles lowly before kissing your throat, “But do you want to now?”
It’s not like you’ll see him again and to be honest you’ve been thinking about it since the first time you saw him. “Yes.” You don’t hang with the same crowd, might as well have fun with him.
Immediately, his hand climbs back under your skirt, reaching your panties only to get rid of them. “You’re such a good girl,” Jackson muses, not slowing down, “so open for me...” His voice is huskier than before, and you cling to him when his fingers meet your folds.
Your eyes open into his and you read his surprise at your wetness. You grind closer to his hand, craving friction and Jackson stares for a long second, frozen. Dropping your head in the crook of his neck, you repeat the motion and suck on his collarbone. He’s probably marvelling about how compliant you’re being. Should you have been playing hard to get? Thankfully he doesn’t seem to mind any longer and he exhales shakily, inserting his fingers inside you with ease. You smirk into his skin, he’s in for a joy ride, you’re full of surprises. You aren’t his usual type, just like he isn’t yours, but that doesn’t mean you are anything close to frigid.
“So wet,” He murmurs, curving his fingers and making you raise your pelvis, “you have the softest little pussy ever. Did you know that?” You grip his shoulders tighter, digging your nails in harshly. When you roll your hips forward to fuck his hand, Jackson laughs in disbelief. “Someone could walk in…”
“You’d better fuck me fast then.”
“Tsst,” he hisses in disappointment, shaking his head and claiming his hand back, “I didn’t become the best by half-assin’ things...”
“The best?” You curve a brow, observing as he suggestively licks his fingers clean.
“Yes, the best.” Jackson frowns, rolling up your skirt to expose you. He inhales sharply when he succeeds, “Such a pretty pussy, I bet it taste like heaven.” The words should feel cringey but with his low deep tone... It’s the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to you. The guys you usually hook up with would never dare do anything like that anyway.
“Jesus.” You accidentally hit your head on the mirror in your back when Jackson presses a kiss on top of your pubis. He’s already going for it and he tugs at your legs again, pinning your ass down on the counter to allow himself better access. One of his thumbs digs your inner thigh while his other hand spreads your labia. “F-Fuck.” Jackson licks your cunt fully, lapping your juices off like it’s honey. You immediately fist his damp hair, holding to him.
“Delicious,” he groans, and your eyes roll back in your head. At the sound, you fell your insides tremble in answer. “I love to make good girls say dirty things…”
“J-Jackson,” you manage to get out haltingly as he teases you, stubble on his chin rubbing your private sensitive parts tortuously, “I’ll… die if someone walks in.”
“Why?” He chuckles, “You’re being so good right now...” He swirls his tongue on the bud of your clit and you cover your mouth to keep from embarrassing yourself. Ok, maybe this was the best damn decision of your entire life. Rumours were true, he is amazing at this. Your walls clench from pleasure when he inserts two fingers. Jackson builds you up easy and fast, sucking on your mound while his fingers curl and your hips jolt forward.
“Fuck!”
“So swollen, doll,” he hums in appreciation against your sex, “are you alright?”
“I-I…” You gasp for air, struggling to line up words that aren’t obscenities, but Jackson understands.
Your thighs are already shuddering of their own accord, out of control. He keeps working hard, circling, moving quickly. He’s relentless, tongue and hand merciless. Jackson keeps curving his fingers, holding your legs open with his whole body. You break after a particularly harsh suck on your clit and his fingers’ back and forth seems to hit something deeper buried inside of you. You come apart, crying out. Shivers run on your spine and goosebumps spread on your skin. Jackson holds you down as you jolt forward in ecstasy. His mouth remains, licking your sex clean of your arousal squirting out. When he finally stands, it’s only because you’re so overpowered you must push him back. You might come again right away if he keeps this up.
“Shit...” You curse, hand on your chest to calm your heartbeat. Your whole body feels numb and heavy. Jackson stares at you in awe, almost like he’s the one who just came. You never orgasmed that intensely with anyone before. What the hell just happened?
“Wow.” He breathes out, looking at you with round eyes instead of his usual smug smirk.
He’s also a wreck, full wet lips and messy hair sticking up in the air. When a man eats pussy like that, it’s clear he deserves to be praise to the skies. You can’t resist and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a first kiss. Jackson follows, crashing his mouth on yours without any restraint. Your tongues meet rudely, you’re both way past caring about being decent anymore. Eager, one of your hands runs down his tone body to get a hold of his erected dick. Jackson lets you work your magic, too busy kissing you and caressing your thighs to care. Your fingers course on his burning sticky skin, taking their time to graze his pecks, abs, sliding on his back to explore the muscles of his ass. When you finally take him in your palm, he instantly groans, snuggling closer. Amused, you stroke him a few times, smearing his precum with your thumb.
“I think you promised to fuck me…” You say although you aren’t sure you can take it anymore and he pauses his kissing, pulling back.
“Get down,” Jackson orders darkly, making a shiver of excitation run down your back. You obey, sliding down the counter to stand in front of him on your wobbly legs. If someone was to come in right now, they’d wonder what he’s doing naked when you are still fully clothed. Jackson presses a kiss on your lips one last time before spinning you towards the counter. Obediently, you bend over, staring at him in the mirror as he lifts your skirt again, taking his time. “Fuck, you have the best ass... Why hide it?” Jackson stops to firmly massage it with both hands, grunting and rolling his hips forward. His cock brushes your over-sensitive parts and you grip the counter, holding your breath for what’s to come. He doesn’t seem too stressed and keeps toying with your ass, rolling his palms to raise your cheeks and releasing your skin to watch them bounce.
“Jackson…” You bemoan and he meets your eyes in the mirror, a cocky grin plastered on. “F-Fuck me while I can still take it.”
He chuckles, pulling again until you’re practically bent in half. He rocks his hips, running his dick on your wetness and letting out a satisfied groan. “Don’t worry,” his jaw clenches in concentration as he aligns himself at your swollen entrance, “I’ll give you in-depth, one on one Jackson Wang, baby doll.”
You’re about to reply something snarky when he pushes in, making you forget whatever you were going to say. While one of his hands predictably stays on your ass, the other comes up to fist your hair. You arch, allowing him deeper. Jackson pulls back until his tip is almost completely out before thrusting forward powerfully. Unable to remain quiet, you cry when he fills you again, stretching your hypersensitive sex in the most delicious way.
“O-Oh, shit!” Jackson picks up a rough pace, fingers bruising your ass to hold you still. “Fuck!” You gasp every time your skins meet.
“Such a dirty,” he thrusts, almost making your teeth clatter, “dirty mouth!”
“Please, please don’t s-stop!” You beg and Jackson’s grin widens.
“Your pretty pussy is so soft and wet, doll.” He wipes sweat from his brows, still tugging at your hair. “I could fuck it forever.”
Your eyes shut at his words, and your walls clench around him. Waves of pleasure already course through your body. Jackson keeps going evermore, faithful to his claim. Every push now has you trembling, and he releases your hair, wrapping his hand to hold your throat instead. He doesn’t add pressure. The messy moans you’re letting out are vibrations on his palm, and it’s clearly doing things to him.
Jackson pants behind you, “Open your eyes.” He commands and you execute, holding his gaze in the mirror with heavy eyelids. “You’re so tight. S-Shit.” You clench once more around his cock and he groans, sliding a foot to spread your legs further apart. “Are you really…” He fucks harder and your whole body shudders unable to take it much longer. “… Gonna come again just like this? I haven’t done anything yet.”
You stare in disbelief, fighting a new rush of thrill. You’ve already came once; he must be kidding. “What else can you d-do?”
“Oh, doll…” Jackson chuckles, shaking his head slightly. “I am the best.”
You gulp, throat bobbing in his hand. Perhaps he’s just being cocky, but he’s been amazing so far… Your insides jitter and you cry out. Fuck, you aren’t going to be able to last forever, unlike a certain someone. As if aware of this, Jackson’s hand on your neck tightens lightly. The action limits your air supply but curiously, the new sensation isn’t horrible, far from it. Your eyes go wide when your lungs tingle in protestation. Jackson bites his lips, observing your expression in the looking glass. Weirdly enough, you’re even more turned on than before. The hand on your throat is distracting you from your throbbing, over-stimulated folds. Attentive, Jackson releases you and oxygen suddenly fills your burning chest, nearly making you come right away. You heave, letting out a litany of curses and clutching to the counter for dear life. Jackson laughs, thumb stroking your jaw gently as it relaxes.
“Again?” He asks and you surprise yourself by promptly nodding. His hand tightens around your throat once more and this time you’re more than ready. He keeps burying himself into you, your whole body is on fire, lungs and sex about to explode. Your thighs begin to shake violently and your back curves. You’re lightheaded, you’re about to break and come again. Knowing, Jackson releases the pressure at the right moment, letting air fills your lungs abruptly.
All those sensations at once are overwhelming. You cling to the counter, out of your mind when you come undone. You’re quaking, riding the waves of your second orgasm and Jackson gives up too. His muscles tense and his hips gradually come to a stop. He presses against your ass, twitching and emptying himself completely. His hot cum fills you in spurts.
You are still completely out of it when he pulls back and his cock falls out, done. Jackson is still short-winded, but he starts cleaning you off with a paper towel right away. His touch is strikingly delicate as he wipes what’s leaking down on your inner thigh.
“Your perfect pussy took it all so well, doll.” He whispers in your ear like it’s your secret to keep before kissing your neck. Your silence doesn’t seem to bother him much and he bends to pick up your discarded underwear. Jackson helps you step in like you’re an impotent little girl. For once in your life, you certainly feel like one. He even replaces your skirt expertly as nothing happened. You try to keep your thumping heart and you’re erratic breathing under control when he hugs you tightly.
Jackson Wang is actually hugging you… Minutes after fucking you into oblivion.
“Wait here,” he presses a series of pecks on your jaw, not minding your dazed state, “I’ll shower real quick.”
“Actually…” you are still holding onto the counter when he pulls away, “I should probably show–”
“You should probably sit here and wait for me, like a good girl.” Jackson grins widely, forcing you to go sit down next to his abandoned gym bag. “The swimming team has a morning practice at 7:30.”
“Oh!” Panicked, you turn to look at the digital clock on the wall. “I should go!”
“Stay,” Jackson doesn’t even bother looking back to see if you’re obeying. He’s already in the open massive showers, half-yelling to be heard over the running water; “Let’s grab breakfast if you don’t have plans!” You watch his back as he washes off any traces of you and his morning training. What’s left of his cum sticks inside your panties, it feels unfair that he’s the only one getting cleaned. Still, you choose to accept, curious at the perspective of sharing a meal with him but already hating yourself for being so excited about it.
“Okay,” you yell back, jumping on your shaky legs to fix your hair and makeup in the mirror where you just watched him fuck you, “but only because you still owe me an interview!”
“I’m sure you have plenty of amazing things to write about me now!” Jackson laughs, shutting the water off. “Then we can go to my place. I’ll show you what else I can do.”
You bite your lips, wiping a smudge of mascara from under your eye. “Sounds great,” you manage to reply just before he reappears in all his wet, steamy, god-like glory.
“Great,” A still very naked Jackson repeats, grinning like a little kid as he steps into his clean sweatpants, “you won’t regret it.” Perhaps clothes should be forever banned from campus. The thought never occurred to you before.
Cautiously exhaling, you feel the familiar pinch of arousal in your lower stomach watching him get dressed. Again? You’re still throbbing everywhere but apparently, you’re already excited for next round. Feeling your gaze on him, Jackson turns, winking as he puts his t-shirt on. His abs stretch deliciously before sadly ending up being covered.
“I’m sure I won’t…”
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TONING IS NOT A THING ⁣ (and on Wednesdays we wear pin up pink)⁣ ⁣ Got your attention? Coolness. ⁣ ⁣ Get in losers, we’re going ranting.⁣ ⁣ K enough Mean Girls references but rly tho TONING ISN’T A THING⁣ ⁣ You can look ‘toned’ I guess, but you can’t just do high reps, low weights, or run on a fricking treadmill and get ‘toned’. NO. STAHP.⁣ ⁣ That tone that you think you can achieve this way is actually achieved by challenging the muscle with weight training. Yep. Weight training to build muscle plus fat loss = ‘TONED’⁣ ⁣ Yah, shocker, right? ⁣ ⁣ So when you say to me ‘I just wanna be toned I don’t wanna use any weights’ girl I cannot help you. Because you gotta use the weights! ⁣ ⁣ Those gymshark girls that look all slim and ‘toned’? They lift. Actresses in amazing ‘toned’ shape? They lift. Women on the covers of magazines? Probs airbrushed LOL⁣ ⁣ Maybe they don’t lift in the exact same way that I lift, but they bloody lift. ⁣ ⁣ Stop trying to make toning happen. It’s not going to happen.⁣ (outfit is tagged) (at Norwich, Norfolk) https://www.instagram.com/teddygirllifts/p/BwXQbmHHjPu/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=17zy9f9xvqvt7
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For @a-fricking-chair
I like to call this character “The Final Pam meets Robin Hood”
So you got a human women from Turami. a very VERY buff human (cis) women. Like SUPER BUFF. This women is 5′ 8″ and 266lbs of PURE MUSCLE. She is buff like no other. She also has one of the few eye colors that is NOT on that chart: her skin tone is THIS she has violet eyes with 8.4 color hair (red) with a 3A curl which probably doesn’t show much because this awesome lady wears her hair in a F-ing pompadour. 
She is a Monk for the (dead) god Amoth - the God of Justice which fits her just great because she is Lawful Good, a Robin Hood kind of Lawful good. This lady is the kind of lady that steals from the rich to give to the poor. The kind that insists on making sure Justice is served to rich. She always has a plan always but she knows when to call it a loss and runs (which can be seen as a flaw). She is very very cautious and also very fixed in her ways (which can also be seen as a flaw)
She is perceptive and reliable (and actually sweet, though probably not toward the rich). She almost has a hypnotic nature about her (its those muscles) and this lady is GLAMOROUS! she dressed femininely and usually in black likely something that shows off her amazing build. 
A few other facts about this awesome lady: She is an asexual lesbian and is currently in a relationship (wife or girlfriend that is up to you) and she carries a greatsword which she can probably swing hard enough to easily cut a tree down in one hit since her greatest strength is, well, strength (her weakest is wisdom). She is able to speak both common and deep speech, or I should say was she is mute now, something that likely happened at the same time she god that huge scar on her back from (punishment perhaps when she is finally caught and before she can escape?). If she has blood-relatives that are still alive she doesn’t know about it, she has pretty much created her family for herself (which likely includes the group of people she steals from the rich with). 
So ya!! Enjoy your Buff Ass Ace Lesbian character who’s goal seems to be to steal from the rich and give to the poor purely by intimidation and beating the shit out of them! 
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mature in latex - 10 Ways Xhamster Mature Lesbian Can Make You Invincible
Mark - Brianna and I were an unlikely match. I am white 63" and 205lbs. I could of been the poster child of a SoCal surfer dude. Blonde hair, blue eyes and no body fat to speak of. Brianna is Blasian (Black/Asian) 58" tall with a brickhouse body (38-24-38). She is stunningly beautiful with light brown skin and intoxicatingly exotic eyes. We attended the same college and definitely ran in different crowds. She was studious and I was there to party. I had a reputation on campus with the ladies....manwhore. I had the looks and sported a thick 8 1/2" cock. I noticed Brianna one day and set my sights on my next conquest. My ego took a major hit when she would not give me the time of day. I persisted over the next few days, causing her to snap at me. Brianna unleashed on me. How I objectified women and she would not be another notch on my bedpost. I tried to play it off, but deep down I knew she was right. I was an ass whole. After much soul searching, I decided to find her and apologize. I noticed her sitting alone out in the main courtyard. I nervously asked her if I could speak to her. She looked at me for a long minute and agreed. I asked her to accept my apology for being an ass. We sat and talked for a couple hours. I walked her back to her dorm. For the first time my thoughts werent to say anything to get in a girls pants. I asked if we could meet for lunch the next day and she accepted. We spent more time together over the next month. Unbelievably, she told me she was still a virgin in her junior year of college. I joked with her about hearing rumors she was a lesbian. She said, "What?!". After recovering from a rib punch. She told me her retired army sergeant dad was very strict with his only daughter. She wasnt allowed to have boyfriends and it carried over into college. I asked her to be my girl. She new I was sexually experienced. She told me she cared for me, but wasnt ready for sex. I knew she was giving me and out. I looked in her eyes and she was tearing up. Hugging her tightly, I told her I could wait as long as it took. We had some heavy make out sessions over the next couple of months. She gave me hand jobs and became infatuated with my 8 12" dick. She let me play with her big tits and pussy through her underwear. I am not going to lie I was getting very frustrated. Unexpectedly, Brianna initiated having sex the first time. She asked me to be patient and go slow. I made it about her. I kissed and sucked on her very hard nipples. I slowly removed her panties and took my time before licking her pussy. and came squeezing my head between her thighs. Entering her with my focus on pleasing her rather than just getting mine was new for me. Her eyes were glazed over as she gasped and moaned. We fucked slowly at first as she adjusted to my size. She had at least two orgasms before I came. I looked at her amazing body while she came down from her orgasm. I was in love with her and was happy about it. We finally met each others parents after dating for a year and a half at our graduation. Her dad shook my hand clearly letting me know it wouldnt go well if I hurt his little girl. He was a big guy about my height but broader in the shoulders. Her mom was Thai very beautiful and petite. I am the spitting image of my dad. My mom was tall at 510" with long slender legs and amazing blue eyes. I surprised everyone (except my dad he helped me buy the ring) including Brianna at dinner. I got on bent knee and proposed. The look her dad gave me made me pause for just a second. Her dad Ray cut me some slack when he found out I was getting commissioned in the Army. They were an Army family. Brianas two older brothers were already enlisted. Ray pulled me aside and verbalized what I had been picking up on with his looks. He said, "treat her right and you and I will get along." I knew he meant every word. I left for training that summer. Receiving my first assignment after completing the training. We were going to Germany! Brianna and I were married and off we went to start our life together. The first year was all about us. We lived in a small house about ten miles from the base. I loved being a platoon leader. Brianna was doing some part time teaching at the base school. Our home life was great. We studied German together and traveled when we could. We were having sex frequently and over time Brianna was my best sex partner ever. Brianna was so humble she really didnt realize how good looking she was. Her humility was one of the things I loved about her. She could have been so vain looking the way she did. Army officers and their wives were required to attend socials. We were often the youngest couple at these events. I would have to take a lot of crap from higher ranking officers mostly in jest. Brianna regularly turned heads and was always the center of attention. I would often overhear comments made about her body, ass or full lips. My first reaction was to get angry. Over time this anger eventually turned to pride and then fantasies. Before I met Brianna I experienced a few threesomes. Buddies and I would share a girls. I even had sex with two bi-sexual girls once. The attention Brianna was getting combined with my past experiences fueled some pretty hot fantasies. My current platoon sergeant transferred out. His replacement was a muscular Peurto Rican. Louis was in his late thirties and came across hard. He was 511" and 220lbs of muscle, tattoos and scars. The prominent scar on his left cheek was a nice accessary. He later told me he got it in a street fight before he joined the army. His mom made him join the army because it was safer than his neighborhood. I couldnt match Louis in hand-to-hand combat. But I was more than a match running and swimming. We had a very competitive relationship. He was my subordinate, but we became more like brothers over time. We would grab a few beers after work every day. I learned he was divorced with two kids he missed very much. He blamed himself because he couldnt keep his dick in his pants. One day, he looked at me over his beer and said, "How did a geek like you land a babe like your wife... sir?" I responded, "with good looks and a big dick." He replied, "I thought officers were always honest?". We laughed it off but all the while I was thinking, holy shit Louis has the hots for my wife. On the drive home all I could think about was Brianna having sex with Louis. Brianna and other significant others would regularly watch us play softball. Brianna though Louis was very intimidating. This one particular softball game Brianna sat with some of the single girls. She overheard gossip about Louis and his sexual prowess. During dinner, Brianna cleared her throat and said she overheard some of the enlisted girls talking about Louis. By this time she was blushing and couldnt make eye contact. I was all ears at this point. Louis was making a name for himself with the ladies. I laughed and said well he is single and spends half his life in the gym. I said, "I thought guys like that were jerks.". She replied, "they are!". She changed the subject to her day teaching. I tried to listen to her , but my mind drifted to her and Louis. We were having sex that night and she was very excited. I again fantasized about Louis fucking her. I was fucking her from behind. Her big hard ass was slamming back against me. I blurted out, "imagine its Louis fucking you." She moaned slamming back even harder. I looked in the mirror, the look of lust on her face was intense. I got bolder and asked her, "if she wanted to fuck him." She didnt answer, moaning louder. I asked again, her head lowered to the mattress and she screamed, "yaaaaaas!" She experienced the most intense orgasm ever. It was too much for me and I blasted in her pussy. We lay there catching our breaths in total silence. She finally cuddled up next to me. She guiltily told me I was the only man she wanted or needed. I didnt push the topic. However, I drifted off to sleep thinking about Louis fucking Brianna. The next weekend we had a two-day softball tournament. I sprained my ankle during the last mature sleeping sex game of the day. An medic iced it down and gave me some crutches. Brianna had been drinking so I asked Louis to drive us home. She was pretty chatty on the way home. I dont know if it was the booze or her nerves being around Louis. I was thinking about my plan. I took a shower leaving them alone. When I came out I caught Louis looking at her ass while she made us something to eat. He quickly looked away, grabbing me a beer from the cooler. Brianna brought us food, excusing herself to go take a shower. Louis .was looking through our movie collection. I told him to pick one out. He selected "9 1/2 Weeks", a favorite of mine. He asked, "if it was a bad choice?". I gave him our hand signal for negative. Brianna came out looking refreshed wearing one of my t-shirts. Her big tits and ass were still pretty obvious. I noticed she put on makeup as well. She joined me on the couch and I passed her a beer. It took her a minute to realize what we were watching. When she did she gave me "the look". During the movie we were all quiet. Brianna would sneak glances over at Louis and turn back to the movie. After the movie ended I asked Brianna to get Louis a towel and some clean clothes. She looked at me like I was crazy. She returned with a towel and clothes. Louis was barely out of the room and Brianna asked, "What the hell are you thinking?" I calmly looked at her and said, "I cant drive him back and hes been drinking. Are you willing to drive him back?" She punched me in the ribs knowing the answer. I took a deep breath and told Brianna I wanted us to live out a fantasy. She looked confused and then said, "are your fricking crazy?" I replied, "maybe I am, I cant get it out of my mind". She said, "I dont think I could do anything and definitely not in front of my husband." Louis came out at that moment wearing shorts and a tank top. We both had seen his arm and calf tattoos before. Now you could partially see his back tattoo. I asked him to show us and he pulled mature women in bathing suits up the back of his shirt. Brianna said, "Oh my gosh!" I am not sure it was the beautiful mosaic tattoo that covered most of his back. Or his washboard abs and large pectorals. Brianna said she always wanted a tattoo but her dad would kill her. Louis looked at her and said, "Youre not your daddys little girl anymore." A look past between them that emboldened me. I thought to myself no guts no glory. Brianna was acting nervous. I took a deep breath and said, "Louis I want you and Brianna to have sex.". Louis stopped in mid drink. Brianna just looked down at the floor. I asked Louis, "do you want to have sex with Brianna?". Louis responded, "She is very beautiful." I said, "that wasnt my question." He looked at Brianna and said, "yes." Briannas head snpped up looking straight at Louis. I asked Brianna the same question. She replied, "yes". Brianna turned to me saying she was to nervous to do anything in front of me. I told her I would stay on the couch. I wanted her to do this. She sat back and thought for a minute. Brianna asked, "Are you sure?". I kissed her and whispered yes in her ear. She got up and walked over to Louis holding out her hand. I could see he nipples stiffening though her shirt. She led him into our bedroom. The last thing I saw before the door closed was her lifting the shirt over her head. I laid there for what seemed like an eternity. I thought she was going to change her mind and burst out of the bedroom. Then I heard her start to moan and gasp. My dick was instantly got hard , it was really happening! She let out a long gasp saying, "Please go slow.". The bed was making a slow rhythmic squeaking sound as her moans grew louder. I could tell she was trying to be quiet when she started blowing her air out instead of moaning. Louis started really laying the pipe. Between the bed springs and Briannas moaning it sounded like a rock concert. She was crying out, "Fuck me!", "God your dick feels so good!". She came screaming, "Yes! Cum in my pussy!" I cleaned my own cum up using my shirt. Laying there replaying the whole thing over in my mind. I dont know how much time passed. Brianna began moaning again. The bed was squeaking like crazy. They fucked for a while ending with Brianna cumming again very vocally. For more info in regards to pictures of milfs fucking review our own web-site. I finally drifted off to sleep waking up to the smell of bacon cooking. Brianna came out looking freshly showered. She couldnt make eye contact with me. She started picking up and tossed Louis uniform in the wash. I grabbed her as she walked past me and pulled her to my lap. I told her I loved her and I was ok with what happened if she was. Her eyes watered up and she kissed me. I knew she was experiencing some inner turmoil. But we would work through it together Louis handed her a plate and she went at it hungrily. I said, "looks like you worked up a serious appetite.". We all busted up laughing and that seemed to drain the tension out of the air. The next few days were surreal. We had only been married two years and I let another man fuck my wife! I couldnt believe how much I was turned on by what happened. Brianna was still clearly confused about her feelings about what happened. She was married and it was wrong. She felt guilty because she enjoyed the sex. What would her dad say! We talked for hours about what happened. We came to a mutual conclusion we wanted it to happen again. She wanted to include me but still wasnt comfortable enough. I told her I could wait. I cornered Louis who had been trying to avoid me. Hard to do when we sit in the same office. We went for a beer after work. I told him everything was fine. Brianna was ok and said she enjoyed it. I mentioned she and I would be at the club Friday night. Brianna - I was raised in a strict conservative home. Dating Mark was a big step for me. When we eventually had sex I was hooked. Mark was patient and a good teacher and I fell deeply in love with him. When he proposed to me it was the happiest day in my life. The fact my dad didnt shoot him was the second happiest day of my life. I was determined to be the best wife in all the history of wifedom. It was a fairy tale I moving to foreign country with my prince charming. I enjoyed being on Marks arm at his socials knowing many of the other women envied me. I was always confident about my looks but never thought of myself as gorgeous. Mark started telling me about some of the off hand comments made by the other soldiers about me. I just told him it was the testosterone talking. I didnt mention it was very flattering. When I heard some other women talking about Louis, whom I thought was intimidating. I was shocked initially. Then embarrassed about what they were saying. I had to admit he was sexy milf in that bad boy kind of way. I dont know why I just didnt keep it to myself. I mentioned the conversation about Louis to Mark. He jokingly laughed it off and I felt embarrassed about bringing it up. Angry at myself for the thoughts I was having. That night Mark was really getting it in. He repeatedly brought up Louis. I did imagine it was Louis pounding my pussy. I had a toe curling orgasm. Afterwards, I panicked and told him it could never happen for real and that he was my one and only. When Mark asked Louis to drive us home after he sprained his ankle. My first though was, why not one of the other guys?. On the drive home my mind was all over the place. Was I making more out of this than what was really there? I was to nervous to sit alone with Louis while Mark showered. I went into the kitchen to make dinner. I felt like I was being watched. It was probably my booze amplified imagination. I went and took a shower trying to clear my head. I composed myself and went back out to the living room. The next thing I know I am watching soft porn! I made a mental note to give Mark hell later. I couldnt help looking at Louis during the movie wondering what he was thinking. The movie ended and Mark asked me to get Louis a towel and clean clothes. I thought, "what the hell!. While Louis was gone Mark brings up his fantasy again. I started to freaking out. For some crazy reason I thought about what my dad would say! I told Mark I couldnt do it and definitely not with him in the same room. Before I could choke Mark. Louis came out from the other room. It was hard not to look at his body. He had an amazing body covered in beautiful tattoos. When I saw his back tattoo I started feeling tingly all over. Still thinking no way in hell could I do anything.....maybe. Now I was super nervous and my mind was going from the gutter back to my dad losing his mind. Then Mark turns the world upside down. When he asked Louis if he wanted to have sex with me and his answer was yes. My first thought was, "he wants me!". The I thought, "Oh me GOD, I cant!". When I looked at Louis and saw he was serious. My nipples started getting hard and my pussy wet. There was no doubt in my mind I wanted him at that moment. I told Mark I was too nervous. When he told me he would stay in the living room. I knew I was losing this battle. I took a deep breath and decided to go for it before I changed my mind. I led Louis into our bedroom not looking back. If I looked back I would have chickened out. I walked in removed my shirt staring straight ahead. When I heard the door close I considered running back out. Louis pressed against me and cupped my breast testing their weight. He started kissing my neck and I tensed up. He asked me if I wanted him to stop. I answered, "No.". I felt his hard dick against me as he tweaked my very hard nipples. He removed my panties and turned me to face him. I let my hand trace down his chest over his ripped stomach to his cock. Marks cock is longer but not as thick. I couldnt come close to wrapping my hand around him. Louis led me onto the bed where we kissed and he went down on me. I had to push him away because I was about to cum. I was trying to be quiet. He kissed his way up and sucked on my rock hard nipples. I was getting so hot and when he started rubbing his big dick up and down my pussy. I hissed, put it in!. When he started I had second thoughts the pressure was crazy. I asked him to go slow. I think I started a slow long orgasm before he took his first stroke. He started fucking me in earnest and I dont know how many times I came. His dick seemed to be hitting every nerve ending in my pussy at the same time. He started breathing heavily. He asked me where he should cum. I remember screaming, "in my pussy!" We laid there in the afterglow. I started thinking about Mark. I couldnt believe how quickly I forgot about Mark being in the next room. Louis fucked me senseless and I loved it. How could I forget about him? I wanted to go out to him but was unsure of how he would react to me enjoying it so much. I ended up falling asleep. Louis woke me sucking my nipples and rubbing my pussy. He pulled me on top and I reached between us and guided him inside me. I still had to work him in slowly, but it felt so good. I rode him as he played with my tits and ass for quite a while. I was so into turned on I know I was getting loud. I squatted over him and bounced up and down as hard and fast as I could. Louis flipped my on my back and pounded my pussy. I had my hands on his ass pulling into me. I came with my face buried in his shoulder. He came shortly after me, filling me up for the second time that night. He collapsed on top of me with his big chest smashed against my big tits. I no longer was nervous and I knew my life had changed forever. I woke up to an empty bed and breakfast cooking. I went into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror I looked a mess. My hair looked like Medusa, bite marks on my breast and my lipstick smeared making all over my face. Al around my mouth my skin was red from whisker burns. I took a shower and went to face the music. Mark was eating and very talkative. I was to nervous to look at him. Then he pulls me onto his lap and tells me everything is ok. I was so scared he would regret what happened and be mad that I clearly enjoyed myself. I looked at Louis and knew I wanted to fuck him again. Not at the risk of losing Mark though. I was so confused. I fretted about it for a couple days and then Mark and I talked. He finally convinced me we were ok and he wanted to do it again. The next day Mark said we were going out dancing Friday night. Dancing is something I love to do. I also wondered if Louis would be there. I was both nervous and excited. But what would my daddy say! /u/HomeFlipper1970
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Hetalia: World Series Episode #39 Transcript
This episode has Prussia giving Hungary his cloak and Germany's Kübelwagen.
Prussia: Oh…
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Prussia: Auah…let me think for a sec. It’s the only way. I’ll have to tear off yet another part of my clothes for treating your wound.
Prussia’s thoughts: Oh no, that’s right! That crapwad is a trick!
{Caption #1: Touch Touch}
{Caption #2: Meow Meow}
{Caption: Shock!}
Prussia: Nuahhh…
Hungary: What’s wrong now? Prussia? Mm. These things. Yeah, I know. It’s pretty weird, right? Hahaha! My muscles are so big! Hahahaha! Hah! Ah…
(Prussia: Eauh…)
Hungary: Oh, I’m sorry. I know that’s not what’s bothering you. I could see it in your eyes when you looked at me.
Prussia: Uah!
Hungary: Mm. I guess I always knew I was different. In terms of physical strength, I could see it. I wasn’t like all the other boys.
Prussia: Hoh…
Hungary: I think it might be time now to start acting like a fricking lady. Oh? Ohuah…
Prussia: You can keep it. Well then…bye.
Hungary: Oah? Ohah…hold on a sec! I hope he’s okay.
(Gilbird: Maap maap maap maap maap maap maap maap MAAP maap maap maap!)
Hungary’s thoughts: Well, I guess he’s kind of hot from behind. But he’s too ape-like.
(Gilbird: Maap maap maap maap maap maap maap maap!)
Hungary’s thoughts: Oh, yeah, he was raised by apes.
{Caption #1: Since he was born}
{Caption #2: Just men!}
Hungary’s thoughts: So I guess it’s not really his fault.
Narrator: And after that, Miss Hungary made a choice. She decided to settle in Austria’s house for reasons which, quite frankly, escape me.
(Hungary: Hmmmmhmmmmhmmhmm…)
Prussia: Hey, you! Why are you dressed in women’s clothes? You should go hunting! With me!
(Hungary: Hmmhmmhmhmm…)
Hungary: I’m so sorry. But guns and death are not really my thing. Emmemmemm…
Narrator: Okay, cuckoo is going boing-boing!
(Hungary: Ememmmeemm!)
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Prussia: Hetalia!
{Caption: Hetalia}
Italy: Germany! Hey, Germany, come look at this! It’s amazing!
Germany: How many times do I have to tell you that the Kübelwagen is not your personal fun cart for running errands?!
Italy: But you have to see this! I did something incredible! I’m like a super cart genius! To help me get away from the enemy no matter where they are, I had Mr. Giuliani do some sweet modification to help me escape---oh no!
Germany: You fool! I told you what would happen if you touched mein Kübelwagen!
(Mein: Mine → German)
(Italy: Huahuah…)
Italy: Ohow! Oopsie-daisy!
Germany: Now put it back exactly how I had it!
Italy: Ouch! I’m so sorry, but I thought you were using, like, a cool evocative euphemism for your penis!
Germany: Duaah! Okay, fine. Show me what kind of stupid modification you did to mein Kübelwagen.
(Mein: Mine → German)
Italy: Well, okay! It’s cool! Let me think for a sec…you do this here, eah! And that here! And then this one too. And if you twist this---aah!
Germany: Hey! Get down here!
Italy: AAAAAHHHH!
Germany: Come baaaaaaack! It…it can’t be. No…and to think he gave up his life over something so trivial! It’s true that he was an effeminate waste of uniform who made me want to claw my eyes out, but that’s more my issue than his. If only I’d known he was going to go like this, I would have shared my feelings more or hit him less. Wahahah…Italy. ITALYYYYYYYYY!
Bird: Cheep cheep! Cheep! Cheep cheep cheep! Cheep cheep cheep!
Italy: Help…Germany…
(Bird: Cheep cheep! Cheep cheep cheep!)
{Caption: After about 30 minutes, people around there helped him}
Bird: Cheep cheep! Cheep!
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