#Clamshell bed

[photozoi]

"Hello!"

"Wanna see my cool cave?!"

Mr Mung discovers the clamshell bed under the piano. Delight ensues. Silken Windhound, 5 months

[badkatdesigns]

Mermaid themed props!

It's May, which means this month's rewards are mermaid themed! We've got so much slated for release on the 15th, get fucking psyched!

This month's prop rewards are:

Titan's Trident

Triton's Harp

Sea Queen's Crown

Mermaid's Hideaway Bed

Fishy Friends (rigged!)

Mermaid's Vanity

Available on May 15th for tier 3 and 4 patrons!

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[aiinterior]

Mid-Century Clamshell Bed

[scribefindegil]

Hubris Quilting Tracker!

Rosettes Sewn: 180

Tiny Triangles Sewn: 1,440

[colorsoundoblivion]

Trying something different. Got inspired by a post I saw and made these. “Gay things that aren’t gay, per se”. Yea/Nay?

[thedepartmentofdiscoveries]

The Shell bed

Oh for a lottery miracle so that one might float in to slumber in a gilded scallop shell! The original was a state bed made in 1661 for an Italian princess who required a fitting public backdrop for the presentation of her firstborn son. “The magnificence of it excited admiration everywhere,” wrote Princess Maria Mancini. “Everyone thought it so close to the reality as to be confused by it.” The 21st-century bespoke version is modelled on an engraving of this royal extravagance and towers 290cm (9ft) to the shell top. The mahogany is hand-carved then covered with silver leaf which is in turn doused in transluscent glazes to produce that celestial shimmer. £70,000. And So to Bed andsotobed.co.uk 0808 144 4343

- info from:

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/gallery/2009/dec/03/10-best-beds

Photograph: guardian.co.uk

[theothervonkarmagirl]

❛  I can’t believe you think I’m immature !  ❜ [[Mean girl movie solidarity!]]

Mean Girls Starters!

"Daedra."

"You have bedsheets with cartoon lizards on them, you eat gummy bears, you cry constantly, what other conclusion am I supposed to draw."

[eyesaremosaics]

Ludmilla Tcherina in the tales of Hoffmann (1951) in a giant clamshell bed

[milkywaydrabbles]

I am so glad you have anons turned on... ahem. You don't have to do this if you don't want to, though!

Kinktober 29 + Alucard! (Castlevania)

A/N: I don't know what you did to me but I've been possessed once again for this ask holy shit. Tentacle anon lemme kiss u on the mouth ;; hope you enjoy MWUAH (also a firm believer he'll always be a lover boy no matter what) AU TIME

Tentacles x Alucard

“Adrian! I can’t believe you’re the little thief!” You gasped, scandalized that your sea-friend would be the one who’s been stealing all the balls that kept magically ‘floating away’ in the ocean. He shrugged with a sly grin, his tentacles sprawled around him keeping him afloat. You’d met the mystical half sea creature months ago by this point, you’d been paddling out to sea for fun, realizing that you’d gotten entirely too far from shore. Before you were able to panic, you saw the tiniest little cove a bit farther out, deciding to rest inside of it before making a plan to go back to shore, back home. Instead what you got was the scare of your life, a tentacle gripping at your ankle and with a shriek you fell back into the side. The playful little fiend crept out with wide eyes, not expecting to ever have a human here in his home. You mirrored the look, thinking you’d finally gone insane seeing something with the top half of a man and bottom half of an...octopus? Lots of screaming, and explaining later, your fears were quelled, and after hours of talking, you felt you made a friend.

And you did! Visiting him as often as you could out here, bringing him food that you’ve made from your home, and him giving you small trinkets he’s found lost at sea. (Most recently he’d given you a pearl necklace he said he made himself. You would have seen the scarlet bloom across his neck and chest, should you not turn away trying to calm your own beating heart.) You learned he’s the rumored ‘Alucard’, the sea monster that eats the sailors off at sea. (‘Why the fuck would I do that?” he reasoned) You also learned there’s more of his kind, he has friends he sees every so often, even has loving parents deeper in the ocean bed. But he likes to spend alone time here, closer to humans. He likes listening to the different sounds above the water. Sometimes you’d even see him out in the ocean, closer to the shores if there wasn’t anyone around. You started going to the shores late in the night, if only to see him twice a day. (You think he stays coming back to the cove because of you, but neither of you will speak it out loud.)

“I’m not stealing them. They really do get lost out here! What am I supposed to do, bring them back? Someone’s going to see me.” He couldn’t help but grin like the cheshire cat, using a tentacle to grab at one of the ‘lost’ beach balls, bouncing it over to you and you rolled your eyes with a laugh. “You’re terrible” Of course you’d never want him to actually go back and give them back--someone finding out about his existence could have very well been the end of his life, him trusting you enough to let you go was a huge feat for the merman. “I actually have something else for you.” 

“Ooh, another beach ball?”

“Quiet you, come here.”

You huffed, crawling over to where he lounged and sitting in front of him, waiting. For the first time since the pearl necklace, you saw Alucard looking nervous. You gave him time, raising a brow and cocking your head urging him to continue. From behind his back, he pulled out a clamshell, “I promise the clam wasn’t alive when I found it.” He mumbled, pushing it towards you. You blinked, confused. This wasn’t the first shell he’s given you, but it was quite...lackluster, in comparison to the rest he’d given you. Plus, he looked entirely too nervous for a shell! “Thank you, Alucard.” You teased, laughing when you heard him groan. “Hush, ridiculous fucking name...the shell isn’t your gift.” He paused. “Open it.” the top flipped up and you nearly dropped it out of pure shock. What lay inside was the most gorgeous ring you’d ever seen. A beautiful moss agate stone set in the middle, smaller pieces of diamonds dotted around the band. It was an intricate piece, one that you’d be devastated to lose if you were the original owner of this ring. “Adrian, I...what...oh my god” You couldn’t even form sentences, in too much shock a ring like this existed floating in the ocean. You looked at him, mouth agape. “How did you find this? Where did you find this? It’s in perfect condition!” you were scared to even touch the thing.

He stayed quiet for a moment, shuffling over to you. “I didn’t find it.” He admitted. “I ah...I had it made.” 

....

What?

“You said your favorite color was green. And you love the forest. So I thought this made the most sense for you. I know you’d rather live in the woods, but the ocean is beautiful too. I think you’d really like it here.” His voice was barely above a whisper, shaky hand bringing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Adrian, I don’t understand...”

You did. You just couldn’t believe it until he said it out loud. It all felt like a dream.

“I love you.”

Your breath hitched.

“And I would like to marry you. And have you move with me, into the ocean. With the rest of my kind.”

Your head was spinning, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. Adrian panicked, hands frantically wiping away at your tears, unknowing that they were happy tears. “Please, please don’t cry. We don’t have to talk about this now, or at all, if you’re not comfortable it’s okay--” You cut him off with a kiss, your first shared kiss, hands smoothing his beautiful blonde locks. “Adrian, I love you.” Your admission knocked the wind out his lungs, head reeling that someone like him could have someone like you fall in love with him. “But how can this work? I mean, really, I’m not like you, I don’t...” He hushed you, placing another chaste kiss on your lips. “There’s more about my world that you don’t know, but I promise we can get you there. It’ll be our world soon, angel” 

You had no idea what he meant, or how it’d work, but in the meantime, you carefully took the ring out of the shell and gingerly placed it on your ring finger on your left hand. Your vision tunneled on the ring, holding your hand up to see it glimmering in the sunlight that shone through the cove. “It’s gorgeous, Adrian...” You could cry right now, and almost started to too if you didn’t try as hard as you were from keeping it together. “Be with me, please..” He connected his lips to you again, tentacles wrapping themselves around your middle as your hands carded through his hair. Adrian bit at your lower lip, slipping his tongue into your mouth when you permitted and deepening the kiss. What was once slow and sweet became a flurry of moans, tongue and teeth, anticipation and lust. He kissed and nipped at your jawline, your throat, your shoulders. “Will you let me touch you?” Adrian whispered, hands hovering over your body. You nodded, lifting your bathing top  off your body and pushing his hands onto your chest. His breathing stuttered, kneading and pinching at your body. “So beautiful, angel.” He murmured, dipping a tentacle at the hem of your bottoms, another joining by the edge of your pussy. You gasped, feeling yourself clench around nothing.  

You’d never thought yourself to be prude you just...never thought about being fucked by tentacles. Or a merman. But, fuck, if you weren’t turned on thinking about Adrian doing what he wanted with you before whisking you away to the deepest parts of the ocean. You pressed yourself closer to him, letting the tentacles pull away your bottoms. A hand came down to tease at your entrance, feeling the slick dripping on his fingers. “So wet..all for me?” He cooed, smiling when he felt you nodding against the crook of his neck. He wouldn’t tease you much, not this time--feeling much too impatient. His fingers slid into your pretty cunt with ease, so turned on you could have been ready for him right then and there. “Fuck, look at you.” He murmured, scissoring his fingers inside of you. He knows this wouldn’t be your first sexual encounter. He’s (unfortunately) heard of previous partners of your life, but none of them had the physiology that he had, he needed to prep you. “Darling, I need you to trust me, okay?” You furrowed your brows, humping at his fingers barely able to pay attention to what he was saying. “‘Kay, anything Adrian.” you murmured, before feeling the fingers replaced with something else. Something long, a bit slimy, definitely thicker. You cried out, hearing you gush and squelch around the intrusion. “Adrian!” You gasped, looking down at the juncture of your hips and seeing his tentacle pumping deep into your sloppy pussy. 

You couldn’t believe how hot and bothered you were, seeing him fucking you with the intrusive appendage. Your hips rolled towards him, the tentacle slowly pumping in and out of you. It poked and prodded at your walls, the suctions ribbing at your hole and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your mouth fell open with a moan, head leaning back. “Gotta loosen you up like this, sweetheart, gotta get you ready..” You heard the merman speak, but the ringing in your ear didn’t help. His lips wrapped around a nipple, hand playing with the other. Simultaneously more of his tentacles wrapped themselves around your legs and arms, rubbing and squeezing at your appendages as the one still in your pussy pushed further in, kissing what felt like the entrance to your womb. You shrieked, clenching down hard on the tentacle with the immense amount of pleasure and  hint of pain you were feeling. “Fuckfuckfuck, Adrian,” You mumbled, hands holding onto his shoulders, “feels good in my pussy, a-aah fuck!” You cried, humping at the appendage. He kept his mouth busy with your chest, a tentacle letting go on an arm to kiss your clit with the small suction on the tip, rubbing at the nub and leaving it slimy. He’d suction to it and let go, imitating sucking on the quickly swelling bundle of nerves. “Want you like this forever, darling girl” he mused,  laving a tongue over your skin and leaving bites and love marks around your tits. His hands gripped at your hips, lips pressing against yours with a new fire lit. The tentacles working on your cunt were driving you to your climax, tentacle wrapped around your thigh pushing your leg farther apart. Alucard looked down at his added appendage fucking into you, and how juicy and wet you were. It was intoxicating, and he realized quickly he could have you like this more than he’d like to admit.

“Wanna feel you on me, darling.” He cooed, pushing the tentacle deeper in you and curling, acting almost like a large tongue licking inside your sloppy little cunt, smile curling on his face when he heard the squeal he was looking for, feeling you gush around him. The suction cups held the stickiness of your pussy, Alucard swiping at a few to taste your cum on his tongue. He moaned lowly, nearly angry at himself for not having your first orgasm be on his tongue. But there’d be so many after this time anyways, he didn’t have to worry, you’d be his forever. “Would you like a taste?” You nodded dumbly, limbs feeling like jello. You thought he’d kiss you, instead you had his tentacle shoved into you mouth, squirming around to taste your own mess in your mouth. Another immediate, albeit small shockwave hit your pussy, dripping down your legs with how turned on having his appendage in your mouth made you feel. Adrian swiped at your pussy, sucking up and licking as much of your cum as you’d give him, “Can’t believe you came again just by that.” Big words honestly for someone that was about ready to cum untouched with how hot you were. Most of his cock fit inside his body, length too long for his kind to have it floating out. He kept the first tentacle in your mouth, loving the way you sucked on it and didn’t let go. “Relax for me, darling girl.” He whispered, feeding his huge cock into your tight wet hole. You squealed around him, the head of his cock so big it already felt like you were being split apart. But it felt so fucking good having him filling you up like this, pushing and pushing at your walls until you were filled to the brim with his engorged cock. You mumbled around him, swiveling and bucking your hips on him, squirming. “Let’s keep you still so I don’t hurt you,” More of his tentacles held your limbs enough for you to not be able to move freely, one still suckling and teasing at your clit with another dipping in teasingly next to his cock, almost as if taunting you--as if you could ever have two of these things inside you at the same time.

Your eyes rolled back, cheeks bulging with the size of his tentacle, tears staining your face whenever the tip hit the back of your throat, Adrian wanted this to be romantic, he swears, but the way you sucked him in--the way you got excited with his tentacles touching you, it was so difficult to keep going like that. His primal instincts were kicking in hard, wanting to claim you fully in every way. His upper body leaned back to take in the sight of you being impaled over and over on his cock, seeing your creamy cunt swallow him up. Your pussy was so juicy, squelches reverberating off the walls of the cove. It was nearly as loud as your muffle moans, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth as your jaw stayed pried open. “Fuck, darling, nor gonna last like this.” He murmured, holding onto your hips once more to slam you down as deep as you could take him, fucking into you over and over until his tentacled cock spurted deep inside you. You swore you could feel his cum filling your stomach, your womb, filling all of you as the excess spilled around the edges no matter how plugged he had you. Adrian panted, slowly retracting his cock from your abused pussy, seeing how his cum dripped out of you in globs onto the floor. He removed his remaining tentacles, smoothing his hands over you and rubbing at your face, nuzzling his nose into yours and your cheek, kissing at you. “I’m sorry honey, I couldn’t help it, you looked so good.” He begged for forgiveness, weaving his fingers with yours.

You smiled, kissing him back with the strength you had, “honey, we can take it slow next time. We have all the time in the world.”

[imsodishy]

"You’re such a snob."

Eddie has to actually look around to see if someone else has snuck into his room who Billy could possibly be addressing. Billy's not looking at him, after all. He's digging through Eddie’s music collection, blonde curls obscuring most of his face, except the bemused little smile at the corner of his mouth.

But no, they're still alone.

"Excuse me?" Eddie demands.

When Billy flicks his gaze over to him Eddie gives a performative (theatrical even) second look around the room. "Have you not noticed where we find ourselves at present? Have you confused this trailer for a mansion somehow?" Billy just rolls those baby blues, always so eloquent.

Eddie sets aside the campaign notebooks he'd been doodling in, shifts off the bed, onto the floor to start crawling towards Billy, who turns back to the tapes, making a show of ignoring him as Eddie goes on, "Did you forget which boyfriend you're with right now? You must be thinking of the other one; hair like a rooster," he wiggles his fingers above his head like a crest, "Golden dubloons falling out of his pockets?"

"Dubloons." Billy snorts softly.

"Because I am not a snob." Eddie concludes as he sidles up behind Billy and wraps around him like an octopus, arms and legs and even chin all latched on.

"You absolutely are," Billy disagrees blithely, holding up Eddie's own Iron Maiden cassette above his shoulder for Eddie to inspect. "Music snob."

"Because of Ozzy?" he mumbles into the soft warm spot behind Billy’s ear, honestly rapidly loosing interest in the conversation.

"Because of what's not here."

"I am not nearly stoned enough for you to get all philosophical on me, Blondie."

"To that point," cassette clamshells click-clack together as Billy starts tossing them aside, "Metal. Metal. Metal. Metal, metal, metal, metal."

"I like metal. You like metal too." He flicks at the little spike dangling from Billy's earlobe with his tongue.

"It's not all you like." He reaches back to bury his fingers in Eddie’s hair as he starts kissing and sucking at his neck.

"You can't prove that," he says between nibbles.

Billy's breath has gone gratifyingly shaky, "Oh so that wasn't you grooving to Bryan Ferry in Harrington’s car the other day? That was some shaggy dog we picked up?"

Billy gasps when Eddie bites down hard on the spot where his neck meets his shoulder, "Shut up and put on some music."

[ggidolsmuts]

Stocking Stuffer - aespa Karina

"Santa baby, I'm coming on your chimney tonight~"

"Jimin that's not the lyrics."

"Oh I know, but that's not the point." Your girlfriend takes your phone out of your hands and tosses it away. "You'll be my Santa baby right?"

"Damn," is all you can say as you admire Karina looking down at you. She had a cute little hat on, but everything else about her is decidedly sexy—a little choker and a little Christmas dress.

"Does Santa like what he sees?"

"Yeah, but I thought we were going to take it easy today? We ate so much last night." Even as you say that you know it's a lie, your "chimney" beginning to construct itself.

"Maybe just one? Santa's little elf ate so much, she needs some exercise. Oh, and Santa's elf has a present for you." She slips a lacy pair of black panties into your hand.

"Fuck Jimin..."

"Now you're getting it." You scoop up your little elf in your arms and take her to bed. You're down to your boxers, and Karina works on the belt of her dress. You pull on the belt, yanking her towards you.

"Let me." The belt is removed, and a tug is enough for the dress to overcome her curvy chest and fall to her feet. The only reason Karina didn't hand you a matching lacy black bra was because she isn't wearing one. "So pretty," you murmur as you lie down on the bed with her.

"Am I your pretty little elf?"

"Yes you are," You kiss her fiercely before moving down her neck, leaving teeth marks on her collar as you bite it possessively. Your hand finds her chest, squeezing and palming one round globe, and your thigh finds its way between her legs, brushing against her wetness—your elf is hot and in heat. You stay like that for a while, kissing and rubbing her all over.

"Oppa don't tease. I've been your good little elf this year haven't I?"

"Yes, and you want a gift don't you? What would my little elf want?"

"I want Santa's chimney, deep inside me, your little elf needs your thick chimney in her, please?"

"I don't know, can my little elf handle it?" you tease Karina further, rubbing your head against her entrance. You don't let her answer though, her breath hitching as you push into her easily.

"My little elf is so tight!"

"D-Do you like it? You feel so big in me Santa, your chimney is so thick and hard." Her words are almost comical, except for the fact that you're buried balls deep inside Karina. You start moving, stuffing her stocking full of your gifted “gift”. The bell on her choker jingles as you pound her hard and fast, making the stocking even more soaked, making it shrink more tightly over your shaft.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum!" Karina whispers into your ear, her hair a mess, the hat long fallen off.

"Do it, cum for me, cum for your Santa, baby." You rub her clit, and Karina proves that her lyrics are actually correct, cumming on your chimney with a long moan. Her legs stay wrapped around you, like a gift with the knot tied too tightly, or like clamshell packaging that's impossible to open without a pair of scissors, specifically the pair of scissors within the clamshell packaging. She holds you close, not letting you pull out of her as she rides her peak.

"Santa's so good to his elf, please, your elf wants all of Santa, wants oppa's thick cum filling her stocking, give me all the little presents in Santa's sack." She's breathless from her climax, but she pleads for yours, and you're too close to refuse. A few more thrusts into her clenching and creamy heat is all that's needed for you to unravel, to unwrap your load inside of Karina, millions of little presents flowing into her. Your elf is greedy, and she milks you as you cum, a few more dirty words extending your pleasure.

"Fuck baby, my stocking is so full now..." You watch your present flow out of her as you rest, and you flip her on her front, pressing her breasts to the bed as you get on top of her. "Oppa?"

You slip two fingers underneath her choker, forcing a gasp out of her as you lift her head off the pillow. You enter her again, and the choker vibrates as she lets out a low moan.

"My little elf has been so naughty tonight, asking so much of her Santa. She deserves to be punished."

"Oh god yes..." Her eyes roll into her head as you strike deep into her. "Give me more Santa, ride me like your reindeer then!" You tug on the "reins" harder and grind deep inside her, making sure your present from earlier is thoroughly spread in her body. Karina is definitely breathless as she cums this time, silently gasping, her hands twisting in the sheets. You give her a second load soon after, this time in form of liquid white "coal", scalding her walls.

The two of you lay on the bed, sweaty bodies pressed tightly against one another.

"Think that was enough exercise, Jimin?" Tiredly she turns her head to face you.

"Mmhmm, it was so good..." She reaches for her hat, putting it on haphazardly before smiling at you radiantly. "Merry Christmas oppa."

"Merry Christmas love."

A/N: Very short pointless quickie, just wanna say that Karina is so damn pretty and cute with the bangs. Also wanted to add more Santa metaphors in the Christmas Mystery story, but couldn’t put them in well, so have it as a separate thing instead.

[gooseloverfiction]

Maintenance

Ken x Afab!Reader

NSFW, 18+

Wordcount: 1459

Summary: Some new additions needs maintenance...

Content warning: some fluff, masturbation (male)

You looked at the pad and the house in front of you. You checked off the rooms, the external condition of the house and the yard.  Everything looked fine.

You moved on to inventorying furniture, clothes and accessories.

Considering Barbie lived for few decades and fashions changed... even faster, it was going to be a long day.

The kitchen took you about 5 minutes. Luckily all the Barbies and Kens were on the beach. No one will disturb you or engage in small talk ending in full-blown discussion about the Real World. 

At least that's what you thought.

Ken was sitting on the couch in the living room, leaning against a pillar, which is why you hadn't seen him before. He was reading a book about horses. But didn't look like he was paying attention to it, constantly shifting in his seat. 

“Ken?”

He stood up quickly and looked at you in surprise.

"Who are you? A new Barbie?” the man…you mean the doll, you reminded yourself, was as surprised as you.

“No, I work for Mattel. I'm checking out the Dream House for a new doll.”

Ken lifted his head and stared at you with his blue, sparkling eyes. Only now did you notice his rosy cheeks.

“You're from Mattel?!” he cried, his voice full of hope. "Can you help me?! Sublime!"

“Uh, sure, I can help you, but I need to do this inventory first.”

“Inven…what?” Ken tried to pronounce the new word, but eventually gave up. You looked at him discreetly, 'checking' the furniture in the living room on the pad.

The doll was wearing his new lightning bolt tracksuit and a leather vest with fringes. He used a fingerless gloved hand to straighten the falling fringe of his platinum hair on his bandana. You wouldn't admit it at work, but he looked great in those clothes. They gave him his own, individual look. He was no longer just an accessory for Barbie. 

Seeing his still questioning look, you showed him the clipboard. He stood towering over you and began to read aloud.

“Oh. So you check if everything is there? I didn't take anything.” Ken raised his hands in a defensive gesture he had learned from being arrested twice in the Real World.

You smiled at him and patted his back. His muscles were rock hard.

The poor guy was tense as if he was about to explode.

“I’ll help you, then you will help me faster, right?” His tone was almost pleading. What was so important that he needed a human?

However, you agreed and with Ken behind you, you went upstairs. The wardrobe and dressing table will take the most time. But when you were looking through the first bunch of clothes, you felt that Ken's help would be indispensable.  He knew every garment, line and name of the limited editions.

You quickly went through the wardrobe and stood in front of the display where outfits for a given occasion or day were displayed. You took note of everything that was visible, feeling Ken's breath on your neck. Strange... The dolls didn't breathe. And certainly not with hot air.  You turned to him to ask about it and saw his rosy cheeks and neck. He grabbed your arms desperately and you felt yourself shaking.

"Everything's all right?" you asked, seeing how his lower abdominal muscles tighten. You opened your mouth unconsciously, seeing the impressive size of the tent in his sweatpants. Oh my… The dolls had no genitalia.

“Okay, let's go to the bedroom, you need to sit down," you took charge and went there first.

Ken looked miserable when he showed up on the floor. You gestured to the open clamshell bed, placing pillows behind his back. He needed to relax. Or… No, you didn't even think about that. And how are you supposed to teach a man (a doll) what to do?

“Let's try this…close your eyes and think about something disgusting,” you suggested, knowing it would be a long ordeal. Ken must have been in this shit hole situation for a while.

He listened to you and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, but he didn't even budge in his pants.

“Argh, I can't! I don't know what could be disgusting, all my thoughts are nice!” Ken groaned, looking reproachfully at his crotch.  The pink on his cheeks began to turn into a redder shade and spread to the rest of his face.

“Okay, let's try something else…” you couldn't watch him suffer. You knew perfectly well what it was like to feel frustrated when you wanted to feel good so much and you couldn't. And he didn't even know about this possible pleasure.  Something had caused him to start turning into a human and now he sat there with a raging boner. You were responsible for the maintenance of this part of Barbieland, so technically showing Ken how to please himself was... your job?

You sat on the edge of the bed and took one of his large hands, guiding it to his crotch and still keeping your hand on his, you pressed down on his cock and moved your hands up and down. Ken let out a guttural moan, so deep and shuddering, you thought he was going to cum.  He looked straight at you. Something in his blue eyes made your breath catch in your throat. By force of will, you removed your hand from him and placed it on the zipper of your jeans.

“Move your hand up and down like this,” you pointed and Ken obeyed. After a while, his moans echoed around the area, but it didn't last long. When he looked at you in frustration, you knew you couldn't avoid this…

“It doesn't do anything, I'm so hot, and I feel… I feel…” Ken couldn't say what he felt. He wasn't sure, he had ever felt this before in his life.

“I know, Ken. Okay. Pull out… This,” you finished, your voice a little too rough. You cleared your throat and pointed to his hands gripping his cock.

Ken quickly pulled down the waistband of his pants and freed himself from the material. Of course he had no underwear. And he must have looked so amazing. Involuntarily, you felt warmth spreading between your thighs. Pull yourself together, girl!

“Are these… Ge-genitals?” the man looked at himself in surprise, stroking the delicate skin along his entire length, reaching to the head.  When his fingers ran over the frenulum, he shuddered and a large drop of precum appeared on the tip.

"Yes. Men have a penis, women have a vagina,” you explained. Since you were already teaching him how to masturbate, he could learn the basics of anatomy.

Ken's eyes became as big as saucers. “So you have something else? Barbie has…”

“The vagina, yes. Because we are women,” you finished.

“Oh… Ooooh,” Ken moaned, touching himself more confidently now, instinctively using the wetness coming out of him to lessen the unpleasant friction. The leather of his gloves creaked as he clasped one hand around the base and moved the other up and down. He threw his head back, resting on the pillow, and panted faster and faster.

“Oh my... What is happening to me...?!  Hahm… I… I can't… I feel so hot. I can’t hold it,” he groaned, looking at his hands and cock, and you felt how hot he was actually getting. Or at least you shared his feelings, knowing damn well that this sight would never be forgotten in your memory.

Ken's hands grabbed himself as he twitched and shot his cum high. You saw perfectly well how his body was torn by orgasm. It must have been intense.

After a while, Ken went limp all over, panting and looking at the mess he had made around him.

“It was… So…” he started, but you quickly cut him off.

"Do you feel better?"

Ken nodded lazily. With a sigh, you pulled out the pack of wet wipes you carried in your carry-on bag and handed a few to the man. He took the wet cloth from you and wiped his hands, sculpted stomach and chest. He handed you the ball of tissues and you grabbed it between two fingers and put it in a ziplock bag. You're lucky you had it all with you. And others often laughed at you for this.

“Ok, put it back…” you pointed to his still slightly swollen member and Ken lifted his pants, hiding his new addition.

“I have to finish my inspection… Umm, maybe you can get some rest…” you started, but a soft snore interrupted your words. You smiled slightly to yourself and checked the bed off your list.

[angelnumber27]

[witch-and-her-witcher]

dripping in gold

feysand | T | female rhys, rewrite of summer court bedroom scene

inspired by staring at this art for all of my waking hours. thank you @popjunkie42 and @wilde-knight for the quick beta reads. <3

ao3

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We were given a suite of connecting rooms, all centered on a large, lavish lounge that was open to the sea and city below. My bedroom was appointed in seafoam and softest blue with pops of gold —like the gilded clamshell atop my pale wood dresser. My finger slid across the golden lips, down into the soft, pink hollow of the ocean floor treasure thoughtfully, considering the odd shocks of emotions that continued to consume and confuse me when the High Lady touched me, looked at me with that cold steel gracefulness shot through with …

With what?

I couldn’t seem to name the emotion there: when Rhys angled her chin, tilted the planes of her face so her thick lashes shadowed that sultry violet gaze. Ever calculating, ever watchful, ever filled with something when I was in the room. Even when I was away, I could feel the weight of that look on me.

The white door behind me clicked open, and like a child caught with their hand where they didn’t belong, I quickly withdrew my curious fingertips from the inside of the clamshell. Rhys slid into my room.

She leaned against the door once she shut it, the top of her sleeveless black tunic unbuttoned to reveal the upper whorls of the tattoo spanning her chest, the muscled curves of her powerful shoulders and licking down her biceps, up the column of her neck. Ever drawing my eyes where I knew they shouldn’t go, where I shouldn’t want to stare with such … heat, at another female.

Confusion reared within me once more as haughty annoyance, but Rhys spoke as if she didn’t notice the battle that waged within me everytime she forced her proximity on me.

“The problem, I’ve realized, will be that I like Tarquin,” she said by way of greeting. Her thick black braid hung over her shoulder, curls framing her face, pulled out of place by the Summer humidity. “I even like Cressaeida.”

Gods, why couldn’t I look away from those fly-away hairs, the elegant halo they made in their quiet revolt against the High Lady’s commitment to a perfect image? My gaze flickered to the silver chain that hung just taut enough between the lapels of her tunic, revealing only teasing glimpses of the swells of her breasts.

Had the fawn skin there warmed the chain with the upwards press of each of Rhys’s rising breaths, or was it a cool shock to her skin everytime that sent shivers down her spine?

I clenched my fists against the traitorous thoughts.

“And?” I took up a spot against the dresser, where clothes that I had not packed but were clearly of Night Court origin had been already waiting for me.

Too much irritation bled through my tone.

The space of the room — the large bed, the windows, the sunlight — filled the silence between us as Rhys considered me with a predator’s intent.

“And,” Rhys said, “I want to find a way to do what you have to do without making enemies of them.”

It was impossible to focus with her so near, in my room, next to the bed, thoughts of my fingers gliding along the smooth flesh of the clamshell blurring with the wrong, wrong, places I kept thinking about exploring on Rhys, in Rhys.

Without thinking, I blurted, “I won’t ruin your chances with him by getting caught.” The sexual tension that had been heavy on my mind since we arrived in Summer, the charge I felt between us, I had to be misinterpreting it, misplacing Rhys’s own intentions with the Summer High Lord.

A well-placed match to ensure her place back in Prythian’s good graces, to have the Golden Boy as her lover. Surely. Surely that was what I was feeling. She was envious of the attention I was drawing away from her, that for our mission’s success I had to play her potential beau.

That damned head tilt. Then, “Do you like that Tarquin can’t stop looking at you? I can’t tell if it’s because he wants you, or because he knows you have his power and wants to see how much.”

“Are you jealous?” I asked, suddenly breathless under the intensity of her gaze.

“Why would I be? But having a High Lord lusting after you is a dangerous game.”

“First you taunt me with Cassian, now Tarquin? I can’t tell if you’re threatened by me or can’t find other ways to annoy me.”

Rhys prowled closer, and I steadied myself for her scent, her warmth, the impact of her power. She braced a hand on either side of me, gripping the dresser. I refused to shrink away, even when that confusing swell of desire pulsed between my thighs. “You have one task here, Feyre. One task that no one can know about. So do anything you have to in order to accomplish it. But get that book. And do not get caught.”

I wasn’t some simpering fool. Rhys was a female, for Cauldron’s sake! I had never been interested in a female, a woman, before, I had only been with males. And Tarquin was here, handsome with kind eyes and … Unimpressive, that taunting inner voice said without regard to my carefully smothered feelings of disregard where the Summer High Lord was involved.

Still. 

There was no reason I should be so affected, so fraught with nerves and want that my thoughts seemed a scattered mess. I knew the risks. And that tone, that look she always gave me … “Anything?” Her brows rose. I breathed, “If I fucked him for it, what would you do?”

Her pupils flared, and her gaze dropped to my mouth. The wood dresser groaned beneath her hands. Her strong, capable hands I couldn’t stop thinking about on me, in me. “You say such atrocious things.” I waited, my heart an uneven beat. She at last met my eyes again. “You are always free to do what you want, with whomever you want. So if you want to ride him, go ahead.”

“Maybe I will.” Though a part of me wanted to retort, Liar. I had lost all reason, the most unholy thoughts swirling in my mind. It was only she, only Rhys, I wanted.

“Fine.” Her breath caressed my mouth.

“Fine,” I said, aware of every inch between us, the distance smaller and smaller, the challenge heightening with each second neither of us moved.

“I would be remiss,” she said softly, eyes like stars, “if I didn’t at least warn you that you’ll never find satisfaction under a High Lord.” She clicked her tongue in reproach, my eyes unable to do anything but watch the slight part of her mouth and the flick of her pink tongue. “Didn’t your time with Tamlin teach you anything? You’re too exceptional for them, Feyre. They’ll never know just how to please you, how to coax the sweetest sounds from you … Like sin and rhapsody all in one.”

“If not them, then who?” The sheer power of her enveloped me, shaking me awake. As if every nerve in my body had been set ablaze and only she existed in this world.

The salt and the sea and the breeze tugged on me, sang to me. She, she, she, each wave lapped.

And as if Rhys heard them, too, she inclined her head toward the clamshell on the dresser. “I know just what you desire, my darling Feyre.” With promise and clear intent, she purred, “I don’t need to be daemati to know what you fight within yourself.”

The moment lengthened, drawn out across the ocean, eternity, time itself. I was held there, staring into those wild violet eyes, dreaming about just what her mouth on me, her fingers in me, our bodies pressed together would feel like, the cries of our pleasure carrying over the slapping break of the wake.

It wasn’t right, it wasn’t natural, it wasn’t —

The faintest curl of her lip, the sneer of challenge.

I snapped.

Damn it all to hell. The Book. The mission. The High Lords who wanted to woo me, wage battles for me in their shameful attempts to flirt.

As soon as my lips surged forward, Rhys was there, meeting me with her overwhelming presence. Our mouths met, teeth temporarily clashing until she took control. Her hands lifted from the dresser and carded roughly into my hair, angling my mouth just where she wanted it, so her tongue could plunder and soothe and take all my hesitations away right with any remaining thought beyond the aching need at my core, the dripping desire for her.

As her clever tongue parted my lips without hesitation, so her muscular thigh drove between my own slender legs. Like a woman possessed, I ground down so that tinder of arousal could seek the friction it needed for a wildfire to catch. Rhys smiled into my mouth, delighted, and parted to speak with velvet promise.

“Let me show you how a High Lady plays, Feyre darling.”

[tastesoftamriel]

My grandmother once told me “a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,” which to be fair considering her may have been sword technique advice. However, I was curious if you’ve ever done food for seduction. If you wanted to get someone into your bed, what would you cook them before hand? And do Tamrielic cultures have a standard “come hither” meal?

If it's a romantic meal you're after, you've come to the right place. Whether it's Heart's Day or something a little more low key, you'll make anyone in Tamriel drool over you and your kitchen prowess with these meals!

Altmer

Just like with anything else in the Summerset Isles, subtlety is key when wooing. Relationships can take centuries to build between Altmer, so some choose to speed things up a little with what's known as a courtship basket: a not-so-simple picnic that's bound to wow. First, pick a stunning picnic location and an even more stunning wine. Load up that basket with all of Summerset's finest, from peach blossom indrik ricotta and Russafeld Heights grape honey to freshly baked spiced loaves and caviar. The rest is up to you!

Argonians

As many know, Argonians become life mates through bonding ceremonies, which are a quintessential part of Saxhleel culture. Bonding ceremonies usually entail a feast, usually with foods purported to put the happy couple in an amorous mood. One of the most famous aphrodisiac dishes is juicy Moss-Foot Croaker tree frog legs grilled in pandan leaves with wild bush honey, served atop gratinated witchetty grubs and Spotted Seatrout roe.

Bosmer

Love is a precious thing in Valenwood, and courtship often involves lots of food to test a potential spouse's skill in the kitchen and as a homemaker. The much-loved Husband's or Wife's Pie (known to some as Courtship Pie) tests those culinary skills from the fiddly all-butter thunderbug carapace crust to the twelve-hour meat and jagga filling. It's an exercise in patience and love to be sure!

Bretons

Nothing is quite as romantic as a night in Wayrest at a nondescript, candlelit gourmet restaurant with a two-year waitlist. If you can't wait that long, do the next best thing and host that dinner at home (the bedchamber is just around the corner, no?). Popular courtship dishes are generally rich and include foie gras with wild berry and shallot coulis, lamb saddle served medium rare with black truffle sauce, and salted caramel and brandy custard mille-feuille.

Dunmer

The famous Queen and lover Barenziah was particularly fond of a certain dish, which Dunmer in the many years after her influence still present to potential mates as a not-so-subtle hint at something more. The dish is none other than the notoriously finicky marshmerrow and comberry choux-fflé, which is exactly what it sounds like: a feat of culinary engineering that combines delicate marshmerrow and scuttle soufflé in a clamshell of sweet saltrice choux pastry. Guaranteed to make any Dark Elf fawn over you as if you were Narsis Dren.

Imperials

Imperials aren't exactly renowned for being the best with big feelings (it's all the Divine guilt), so showing someone you love them with food is the most common love language in the Province. Whether it's one of Salmo's sweetrolls, a hearty home cooked meal, or an unforgettable stay at one of the Imperial City's top hotels, there's no wrong way to go about Imperial courtship food. However, if you really want to impress, go for a dark chocolate and pomegranate torte, with a fudgy melting chocolate centre and topped with pomegranate treacle. Indulgent!

Khajiit

It's said that Khajiiti love is as fiery as their curries, but we all know better than to eat a hot curry on a date. So, what does one offer their partner when romantically inclined in Elsweyr? Try a silk-wrapped box of moon sugar bonbons from the closest gourmet sweet shop! A box of moon sugar candy is one of the most thoughtful gifts you can woo a Khajiit with, whether it's cardamom-milk cakes or hard boiled coconut and ginger sweets. Just be careful at the confectioners, because clashing flavours are a sign of bad taste...

Nords

If there's one race whose digestive system is directly linked to their nether regions, it's Nords. Just the mention of a romantic meal of buttery mudcrab legs with sourdough, twice-roasted elk basted in juniper spiced Honningbrew Mead, and snowberry pudding with a Nord Ale caramel drizzle is enough to make any Skyrim native do that thing where they brush their hair behind their ear while biting their lip at you.

Orcs

Historically speaking, there are two food items that are a must for wooing an Orc: echatere cheese, and proper Wrothgarian ale. Put the two together and you'll be planning a spring wedding. Echatere cheese and Orcish ale fondues, pies, sauces, and much more are the best way to use these star ingredients, but I prefer a bit of a twist: echatere cheesecake with a caramelised biscuit crust and berry-ale compote.

Redguards

Redguards are known for being passionate lovers, who write rambling love poetry and frantically check their birthsigns for relationship compatibility. With that in mind, you're going to have to work hard in the kitchen to gain a Redguard's love. If you're not sure where to start, skip the Middas special camel-stomach meatloaf at the inn and get right to the kitchen to make some rasmalai! This unique spiced dessert of sweet cottage cheese balls are served with crushed pistachios, and a cardamom, saffron, and rose-infused cream. The punchier and more balanced the spices, the more likely you are to pull that date.

[mytheoristavenue]

Magpie! Tokoyami x Keepsake hoarder! Reader

Tokoyami loves shiny things, whether it be coins, jewelry, or even rocks. Loves precious metals and vintage pieces. He regularly takes you on dates to vintage malls and picks out shiny things to give you and you keep everything he's ever given you. He also keeps a box of crystals, rocks, and shells under his bed that he finds outside and he gives you them between those dates.

Your favorite things he's given you have been a hay penny, a vintage cameo brooch with a broken pin, an old bronze jewelry box with a busted hinge, and half a iridescent clamshell he found on the beach during a class trip.