#clap stunner

[kakusu-shipping]

Since you like Koro-sensei and splatoon, I wonder what he’d be like as an octoling. Definitely a pretty strong one!

Y'all beat the Side Order secret boss yet?

I can't imagine Koro-Sensei as anything other than, well, Koro-Sensei. Making him an OctoLING is impossible for me, because I just can't see it. It wouldn't like him.

Every time I self insert him into media with me, he still looks like that no matter what. Like people who self insert as their fursona and are the only Furry in the source. I love that for them.

I love the idea of him being a huge Marina simp Fan and constantly antagonizing Pearl, just for shits and giggles, while trying to mentor 8 during their fight, giving tips while dodging. He never attacks, it's a pure battle of endurance. You either kill him or walk away.

If Splatoon ever gets back on board with anime crossovers like every other shooter I think his outfit would be a good mirror to the Squid Girl costume from Splat1! I couldn't think of shoes to go with it though sense Koro-Sensei doesn't... wear shows.... But I miss the friendship bracelet of Splat2 that let you be barefoot so I just did that! They're like the fake contacts.

[landoughnut]

My Girlfriend

♡ masterlist - request

♡ pairing - charles leclerc x fem!reader

♡ summary - at first you were worried about going with charles to the paddock for the first time since you got together, you didn't want to make a bad impression on anyone, what you both least expected was for everyone to like you more than him!

♡ warnings - somewhat possessive charles, lots of fluff

♡ w/c & a/n - 1.07k | ahh im so excited this is my first for this account! please please send any requests you have cause I cant really think of ides ahaha xoxo

"Charles are you sure, they'll like me? I just-"

"Mon amour, they will love you," he kisses your forehead, "I promise". Walking hand in hand with him towards where everyone is, he feels you squeezing his hand.

Charles and you have been dating for a while already, but you'd kept it a secret from almost everyone else due to how harsh people can be. He wanted to protect you from all the nasty comments people may make, but now you are making your first public appearance.

You weren't a well-known figure or model like the other wags, although Charles has told you many times you can most definitely be one if you wanted to. He met you when he went to buy flowers for his mother, Pascale, and claims that it was love at first sight.

Finally, you get to where hundreds of fans crowded behind a gate, they start yelling when they see you two.

Charles wraps his arm around your waist as you two get closer so he can sign some stuff as he's passing by.

"Charles! Charles, who's this?"

"Is this your girlfriend?"

"She's beautiful, Charles!"

People shout many things along those lines making you blush and Charles smile. He kisses your head again as you give them a shy wave, cheeks pink.

Charles finishes a hat he's signing as introduces you to the crowd, "This is my lovely girlfriend," he speaks and is shocked at how loud the crowd was. Clapping, wolf-whistling, and awing. He hadn't heard one nasty comment, not that there was anything to hate on you for, but it's shocking to see the overwhelming amount of positivity.

"Hi, everyone," you speak, smiling at the people.

"Here! Take this!" a little girl yells holding out a bracelet.

Charles steps forward, "Thank y-"

"No no!" the girl takes her hand back, making him furrow his eyebrows, "for you, miss! You are very pretty."

Your eyes widen, "Me?" She nods and you crouch down to her, "Wow! It's gorgeous," you beam. It was a red beaded bracelet with Charles' initials and number on it. "I love it, thank you so much, sweetie!"

Charles' heart races and his stomach flutters watching you with the young girl, and then when you interact with the others, who seem to be giving you heart eyes at this point.

His eyes narrow at some men looking a little too intensely, so he catches up to you and puts his arm around your shoulder. You lean into him as he waves bye to the fans. You blow a kiss, making them get loud once again, and then walk with Charles to where the drivers were hanging around.

"You see, mon cœur, they adored you," he brings your hand to his lips, kissing your palm.

You let out a happy sigh, "They were a bit louder than I thought, but it was such a relief."

Arriving where the others were, Lando was the first one to spot you two. "Ah! Look who we have here! Charles and the girlfriend who he told but not showed," he grins.

You smile and lean a bit more towards Charles, "Hello," your voice quiet. These were your boyfriends friends, if they didn't like you-

You feel Charles give your waist a light squeeze, taking you out of your thoughts.

"Wow, no wonder Charles didn't bring you here yet," Lando grins and puts his hand on Charles' shoulder, "you've got yourself a stunner. Scared someone's gonna whisk her away, are you?"

You laugh and feel yourself relax, "Oh hush!"

You look behind Lando and see Daniel, Oscar, Max, Carlos, and Lewis coming over.

They all greet you and for the next few minutes all of you are having a great time together, laughing, making jokes, and it's as if you've all been friends forever.

Charles frowns as he watches, none of them even glances at him, too engrossed with you telling some stories from your floral shop. After a few more minutes he decided he had enough and walks over to you.

"Mon amour, why don't we head to my drivers room, I'll show you around," he smiles, though it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Alright, love. It was nice meeting you all! I'll see you guys soon!" You smile and they reciprocate it as you walk off.

Lewis and Max whistle in sync, "What a woman."

Charles huffs and hits his shoulder, "My woman, you mean."

Carlos chuckles, "Awh, is little Charles jealous?" Lando and Oscar laugh, glancing at each other.

"I'm not jealous," he frowns, crossing his arms. "It's just everyone we've seen today is fawning over her and it's like I'm not even here! Some of these people are ogling her like I, her boyfriend, am not right next to her!"

Danny shakes his head smiling, "Well, mate, she's a real sweetheart, what did you expect?"

"Well- I don't know! But she's waiting for me so... I'll see you guys later," he rolls his eyes as he hears his friends whistling as he walks towards you.

His eyes light up when he spots you chewing your lip, seemingly lost. "There you are!"

You turn towards him, "Thank goodness you're here! I was scared to ask for directions," you laugh.

"Good thing I'm here to be a guide then," he takes your hand gently and brings you into his room.

The moment the door is closed his lips are on yours, one hand cupping your face and neck and the other around your waist.

It took you a moment but you were kissing him back with the same passion. "I've been waiting to do that," he whispers, lips brushing yours.

You smiles, kissing him against. The rhythm of your lips together expressing your love without words.

He slowly walks back until he hits the bed, then sits down and grins as you straddle his lap.

"You're my girlfriend," he whispers, tracing your face, "my love, my angel."

You study his face as he admires yours, "I love you," you whisper, kissing him gently.

"I love you more, I don't know how I got so lucky."

You smile and hold his face in your hands, kissing his cheeks, nose, forehead, chin, and finally pecking his mouth, which was swollen from before. "I'm the lucky one, you are everything, darling," you smile.

He twirls a piece of your hair, "Alright, now how about I show you around the garage before people start wondering where we are?"ch

[ktsumu]

when you meet his family (cousins, parents, sister, brother, and brothers*) warnings: drinking

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Right from the first night you kissed him, Issei's dreamt of this going every way possible.

He's thought of it being a mess, defending your honour after a misunderstanding with a cousin or something, taking your hand and squeezing it before waking up with a shiver.

He's thought of it going fucking fantastic, with his mom liking you a bit more than she probably likes him, calling you one of her own and ushering you out of his grasp to ask what wine you like.

And he's though of it going neither way, sat in the middle of neutrality, where they simply decided you were a fine choice for their fine son and that was going to be that.

He didn't cover this.

It's not that he didn't cover it, actually, it's that he can't categorize it. It doesn't fall into any of those three categories he so meticulously dreamt up— you don't fit any of them.

It was decided you'd finally meet his family at his sister's engagement party. He remembers explaining the game plan over a lunch date— all the attention's on them, so you won't have to be as nervous. Good, yeah?

(You snorted, telling him sure, whatever and asking what he was gonna order.)

You both prepared for this like you're in the finals, drew up your game plan on a locker room whiteboard and put your hands in the middle. You wore your finest backyard BBQ-appropriate attire and told Issei to at least add a belt, rolled your eyes when he said he liked your Sunday best.

He told you didn't need to worry about that, that you'd look 'fucking hot' in anything, but you ignored him entirely.

(He didn't mind, 'cause he got a good look when you you were walking away.)

He doesn't even know why he was nervous, now.

The two of you set foot in that house for maybe ten seconds before being overwhelmed with the love inside, warm hands patting his back and names he's heard a million times introducing themselves to you for the first.

He found himself watching how his people swooned over you, gushing over your name and how it suits you— he thinks he remembers doing the same, at least once.

He found himself watching you from across the room as you left his side— divide and conquer, 'Sei —with his mom, grinning as you whirled your head around to decide who you'd answer to first. Grinning as he punched his cousin's gut, the one hanging off of his shoulders and asking how much he paid you.

("Nothing, dickwad."

"Bullshit. How?"

"Magic. You'll never know.")

He found himself relaxing his shoulders when you all went outside, taking a bottle from someone tall enough to ruffle his hair and taunt about how big he's gotten, taking a drink when you met his eyes.

You smiled, and all the worry he's had for the last week disappeared in one fell swoop.

He introduced you to his parents, his sister, her fiancé— his sister was half in the bag and said something about how he talks about you more than anything else, but it wasn't anything you didn't know.

His dad clapped him on the shoulder and pointedly said he's glad he's settled down, but no one can hold him to the man he was in university.

He's pretty sure his mom wanted you to stay the night.

He introduced you to his little brother, who— for the first time that evening —looked up from his phone to blink twice and say you were a stunner. Call me if Issei does you wrong, too.

(He flipped him off and nudged you the other way.)

The wad of cousins that are around your age told you all about a childhood with Issei, of his darkest secrets, raised brows all around when you simply said he told you already.

Safe to say they approved.

Check. Check. Check. Check. Check.

Judgement day was more of how he introduced you to his boys more than anything else. Because he knew that, if anyone was gonna be scarily honest, it was gonna be them.

Makki knew you already— he's around Issei's apartment too much not to know you. It helped to have someone in your corner in talking you up to Tooru and Hajime.

Iwa greeted you with a warm handshake, already armed with harmless questions. He knew where you were from, but he asked you like Issei didn't spill everything after a week of knowing you. He knew how you met Issei, but he asked you like he didn't.

Tooru hugged you, and his questions had an intense lean. Why Issei? What'd you see in him first? If you could pick one thing about him that you love the most, what is it? And don't say anything below the belt!

(That was the end of the onslaught. Hajime grabbed him by the scruff and told him to just stop talking.)

Now it's nearing seven, and the party's winding down.

There's a fire burning and everyone's figuring out a way to crowd around it. His backyard's never been big, but his family's never been either— crammed together shoulder to shoulder, hands on someone's knees when they laugh.

You're off with his sister again, figuring out how much you have in common while Issei prepares to have you stolen away from here for the rest of his life. He doesn't really mind it.

He's slumped back in a lawn chair he used to nap in when he was a kid, paint peeling and the wood probably too old for him, a bottle of beer in hand that he swirls nice and slow. Makki and the others sit on either side, legs kicked up with twin drinks. Makki kicks Issei's to bring him back.

Brothers.*

"So," he drawls.

"Better be good, Makki."

"Good?" Makki shares a glance with Iwa and Tooru—they look equally as buzzed, equally as pleased. "I think you're set for life, man."

There's a quiet laughter amongst the three of them, Tooru even nudges his shoulder when he looks back at him, hanging off of Hajime's neck. The four of them are rarely serious, which is how Issei knows so well when they mean something.

"Think so?"

"Know so. That's your fucking match, dude."

Hajime scoffs from the side. "Never thought I'd see the day."

Issei snorts, taking a slow drink. "Still bitter and single, I see."

"I just congratulated you five minutes ago!" he defends, hiding behind the mouth of his bottle. "Fuck,"

"It's okay, Iwa, you'll do great when you learn to talk to people at the gym!"

"I don't even wanna hear it from you Tooru—get off my fuckin' back,"

"Girls, stop fighting."

Chatter drowns into the back of his mind when you walk into it, just a simple look making you rule it alone. You're smiling at him. The smile that he finds so easy to stare at, one that is unequivocally yours.

He offers you one back— his is more crooked, but that's just how it is. He never really noticed until you told him how much you love it, now he tries a little harder.

"You know," Tooru's singsong tone brings Issei back to the bubble, "now that you've introduced us all, that'll should you guys, next."

Issei follows his finger to where your hands cradle your sister's engagement ring, entirely not your style but still beautiful. He grins, because he knows enough to know you'd like something else.

"Uh, okay, slow down maybe?"

"Why do you take everything so seriously, Iwaa?"

The thought makes him feel wonderfully sick. Butterflies, thunderstorms, whatever else in his gut. The sight of a ring near your hand makes him grin.

"Yeah," Issei agrees, head tilting as he watches you come back to him. "Guess it will be."

(The three of them share a look.)

"What're you guys talking about?" you ask, taking the hand that lures you into Issei's lap. You settle into the spot you've practically molded for yourself, arm reaching around to comb your fingers through the curls on the back of his head. "What'd I miss?"

Issei leans back to get a good look at you. "Nothin,' just catching up."

You scan over the four of them— they've all got that look that says they're up to no good, but you think that's the effect of the group.

"Uh-huh."

Issei can't categorize tonight into one of his three genres of dreams he's had. It's not that it wasn't amazing, it's that it was more than that.

He hadn't thought about bringing you home, and leaving a piece of you there. He hadn't thought about bringing a piece of it home with you. He can feel it in his lap, and he wants to ask you right here.

Makki huffs a laugh, giving Issei a little wink behind your back.

"So," he drawls, "I forget—what'd you see in him, again?"

"Oh, not this."

[harryyskiwii]

Summary: You and Harry attend a wedding together and he ends up getting very drunk.

Pairing: Boyfriend!Harry x Reader

Word count: 1,727

A/N: this was inspired by the photos we got today of Harry looking 👌🏼 at his cousins wedding. Hope you enjoy!

“Do these shoes make my legs look too long? Like scarily long?” You said walking into the bathroom where Harry was standing in front of the mirror after just having had a shower while he was in nothing but a towel and fixing his hair.

His eyes darted from his head to your legs in the corner of the mirror and he smirked “absolutely not. I love your legs” he said coming over and kissing you as you ran your hand through his wet hair.

“I’m just not sure on the dress, what do you think?” You said flattening the front of the sage green silk dress out with your hands.

“You’d look better without it but for today, it’s perfect. You look stunning babe” he says smiling at you. You thanked him and went back through to your bedroom to do the finishing touches to your makeup while Harry got ready.

It was his cousin, Ben Selley’s wedding today and he had managed to get the day off so he could attend. You were looking forward to meeting more of Harry’s extended family; you had only met Anne & her partner and Gemma and her partner Michal since you and Harry had only been dating for 9 months, so you were excited to meet everyone.

10 minutes later, Harry walked into the bedroom and your jaw dropped.

“Stop. Wait. This isn’t right. You’re going to a wedding and you’re NOT wearing cream? Are you feeling okay babe?” You said jokingly putting your hand against his forehead to check his temperature. Harry always had a thing about wearing cream to a wedding, not white as he would make clear, but cream. It was odd to see him not in this colour for once.

He chuckled at your response to his outfit “thought I’d go for something more casual today” he said, showing off his fitted black suit and casual white tank top with his orange tinted glasses with thick black frame to complete the look.

“I certainly approve of it Mr Styles” you said admiring his outfit.

It was a short drive to the church where you saw lots of guests enter the building slowly. Harry’s mum said to meet outside and you could all sit together, and you immediately felt at ease when you seen her walking towards you.

“Don’t the pair of you scrub up well!” She said bringing you in for a kiss on the cheek to greet you.

You chuckled “thanks Anne, you look lovely” you told her, although Anne always looked flawless whether she was wearing a hoodie or a dress, you think that’s where Harry gets it from.

You said hello to Gemma and Michal and entered the church.

You were slightly nervous now at meeting everyone, although excited at the same time to see his cousin getting married.

The 6 of you took a seat in an aisle and immediately Harry got chatting to the people sitting in front.

“This is my girlfriend y/n, y/n these are my other cousins, Ryan and Hayley” he said introducing you to them.

“Hi lovely to meet you” you said and smiled at them. “Nice to meet you, we’ve heard lots about you. H doesn’t stop banging on about you when he’s home” Ryan teased.

“I mean wouldn’t you, look at her. She’s a stunner” Harry said and you blushed. Gemma leaned into you and whispered “you can tell who’s the more sociable one out of me and Harry can’t you” you laughed at her. Harry could have a conversation with a brick wall if he had to.

You chatted with Gemma and Anne a little until it was time for the ceremony. The bride looked absolutely beautiful, her flower girls were adorable and her bridesmaids looked amazing. You couldn’t wait until this was you one day.

“I now pronounce you, husband and wife” the celebrant said to officiate their marriage. You all clapped and Harry leaned in towards you “that’ll be us one day babe” you smiled at the thought and continued to clap for the happy couple.

Walking out of the church and waiting for the bride and groom to get their photos taken, you and Harry mingled with the other guests.

He introduced you to a few more of his family members, all of which made you feel very welcome. Harry was asked if he wouldn’t mind being in some photos for a couple of people who weren’t in the family, friends of the bride and groom more so who didn’t know him, and because he was in his happy place, surrounded by family, he was more than happy to oblige.

“Let me get one of you two!” Anne said as she took your phone out of your hand.

“Harry stand with y/n will you” she shouted to him as he was distracted by talking to someone else. He looked over and joined you at your side, wrapping his arm around your back and his hand falling onto your waist.

“Smile!” Anne said before taking the photo. She captured a few and admired them “you two are just the loveliest couple” she said handing you the phone back. You looked at it and smiled, Harry had a slight smile on his face in the picture but he looked genuinely happy.

“That’s my new lock screen I think” you told him as you walked together towards the reception area.

Luckily at the reception, you were sat at a table with Anne, Darren, Gemma and Michal again, with another 2 of the bride’s extended family. After the meal, Harry insisted on getting shots for the table. Whenever he was at a wedding, it was a tradition he started to always get a shot of tequila after the meal. It served no purpose other than getting him more drunk, more easily. He’d only had 3 pints at this stage but you could tell he was becoming tipsy as he was becoming more and more affectionate, sliding his hand up your thigh with you pushing it away as you’re sure another wedding guest saw him do it.

The bride and groom had their first dance before inviting everyone else up to the dance floor. You and Harry remained sitting at a table, now with some of his aunts and uncles talking about life, when suddenly you both heard the all too familiar main riff of “Man, I feel like a woman” playing to which you and Harry looked at each other.

“We can’t not” he said as he stood up, grabbing your hand to pull you up. “You gotta dance to Shania” he said and at this point in the night, you’d had a few wines and a few shots so you were feeling more than ready for a dance with your boyfriend now.

You chuckled as he led you up to the dance floor, him dad dancing as he made his way up.

“The best thing about being a woman, is the prerogative to have a little fun” you and Harry screamed out over the top of the music as you danced away together, him showing off some rather questionable moves but all in all, you were both having an amazing time.

You danced the whole night after that, with Harry buying everyone another tequila shot, and another and another.

It was 1am when you decided to call it a night, not only because you were done in, but because Harry’s bank account was being rinsed with the £1,200 he’d spent on shots alone that night for the whole wedding.

Luckily, you had booked a room in the hotel where the bride and groom had the reception party so it just meant having to help a very drunk Harry up the 3 flights of stairs. You knew he should have stopped after his 10th pint and 3rd tequila shot but 3 more pints and 4 shots later, Harry’s legs were failing to carry him up the stairs.

You were drunk yourself, giggling quietly as you helped to drag him up the stairs.

“Y/n” Harry would slur as he slowly made his way up the stairs. “Shhh” you would say as you passed the rooms of other guests who were probably sound asleep and didn’t want to be woken up by some 29 year old drunk man.

“Y/n, wwhen can we have a wedding?” He slurred. “Let’s get you in and we can talk about it” you said still trying to get him to the correct room.

“Y/n” he dragged out your name as he giggled “what?” You laughed back, you were almost in as much of a drunken state as he was.

“I love you baby. I love you so much”

“I love you too. But I’d love you even more if you were in the room so move your ass” you said slapping his bum which seemed to sober him up for a brief second and gain some speed as he made his way up the stairs.

After what seemed like forever, you two made it into the hotel room and collapsed on the bed. Harry had taken his suit jacket off at this point and was now lying in just his trousers and tank top with his hands above his head. God did he look good drunk.

You felt the side of your dress being pulled “Take this off” you heard Harry say to you.

“You take it off” you said to him. “Y/n, if I could I would. Please just take it off and-“ he trailed off mid sentence and you looked over to see him falling asleep on the bed.

You laughed at his drunken state and decided to call it a night. Taking your own dress off, you removed your makeup and went back through to see Harry in the same position you had left him.

You pulled out a bottle of water and sat it on his side of the bed because you were sure he would need it when he woke up in the morning. You took off his trousers and left him in his boxers and put the cover over him so he wasn’t too cold. You got in beside him and laid your leg over his thigh and rested your hand on his chest, feeling comforted as you felt his chest slowly rise and fall.

As you lay there, you reflected on the day and how comfortable his whole family made you feel. You couldn’t wait to become a real part of the Styles family.

[punishereditz]

Wannabe

Pairing: La Knight x f!reader

Warnings: 18 plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY! Smut. Edging. Fingering. P in V. Rough sex. Dirty talk. Praise kink. Spanking kink. Marking kink. Choking kink.

AN: I am so very sorry for not posting. I have been very busy lately, but I'm going to try and make time for writing and get back to posting stories regularly.

Word count: 2k

Summary: Knight didn't like what you had to say about him. So, he decided to teach you a lesson.

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Before you could even celebrate your win against Auska, La Knight's theme song played throughout the arena. Knight walking out in an arrogant way and clapping his hands together as if he cared.

"Congrats Sweetheart." He said as he walked down to the ring. A big cocky grin on his lips. His eyes on you as he stepped over the ropes, and he took one step. Now standing in front of you. "What are you doing?"

"What? I can't come out and congratulate you after that win?" His voice was laced with seduction. His eyes heavy on you. Heavy on your body that was glistening with sweat. Your breath still a little heavy from the match.

"Congratulations sweetheart." He said again and he gave you a wink. Making you cringe, but you put on an act. You looked up at him through your lashes. A sweet, innocent smile on your face.

"Thank you. You didn't have to come out here." You paused for a moment. "You know... it means... nothing to me." Your face dropped as you said the word nothing. Losing the sweet smile and Knight losing the cocky grin.

"Wait. You, you really didn't expect me to care, did you?" You raised your eyebrows and tilted your head to the side as you looked up at him and his broken ego. "Do you want to know what I really think of you?" You leaned a little closer to him and you didn't wait for him to respond.

"You... you are a Stone Cold and The Rock wannabe." Your words were harsh, and they cut deep for him. The air between the two of you so thick it could be cut with a knife. "I've known you for a while now, and I have to say, I don't know if I really know you. I mean, you definitely don't know yourself. You don't know what originality is because your too busy trying to be someone else! Your so worried about being this megastar, you gotta steal from the best there is just to have a good bit." The more you talked, the madder he got. His blood was boiling. You hit a nerve and you hit it hard.

"You don't know what you're talking about." He growled and you chuckled. You laughed in his face. Which only fueled his anger.

"Oh, I don't know what I'm talking about? You can't even look at me right now and deny it. You and I both know that you are nothing more than a copycat." You pointed a finger at him, and he narrowed his eyes at you. "You go and take other people's gimmicks just so you can be liked. Not to mention how you use their moves."

"You better shut your mouth." He growled and took a step closer. Getting in your face. Already long since getting rid of the mic so only you could hear him.

"Peoples elbow. Stone Cold's stunner. Let me continue." You tilted your head up. Getting in his face as you explained into further detail how he is a wannabe. "The way you work the mic. That little head tilt back and the shouting? Sure does look like The Rock to me. Oh, and, what... what's that little catchphrase of yours? Yeah? Yeah! That... that sounds like... what? What? What?" You raised your voice as you called him out. Practically shouting as you said what.

"That's enough." He snarled and his breath was heavy now. He was fuming and that only made it more amusing for you.

"You know, under this whole persona of yours, I'm sure-" Before you could even finish your sentence, he snatched the microphone out of your hand and threw it across the ring. "I told you to shut your mouth." He snarled, towering over you. pointing a finger in your face. Getting closer to you, making you take a step back.

"What are you going to do about it?" You challenged him. Taking a step forward. Not backing down from him. That making him even more furious.

"Don't make me drag you out of this ring." His words made you smirk. "You wouldn't." He chuckled and that made you furrow your brows confused. Then, suddenly, he swept you off your feet. Throwing you over his shoulder like you were a rag doll. Climbing out of the ring with you draped over his shoulder; he walked up the ramp and went backstage. Carrying you through the locker rooms kicking and screaming. Finally putting you down after he entered his dressing room. Locking the door.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You shouted at him, and he walked the short distance over to you. "No. no. no. no. What's wrong with you?!" He shouted in your face. The veins in his neck popping.

"You go and humiliate me in front of thousands of people, then ask what's wrong with me?!" He shouted and he kept stepping forward until you were backed up against the wall. "Oh, tough shit! You think I just did that out of the coldness of my heart? No. I was told to say that!" You shouted right back at him, and he rested his hand on the wall. His hand right by your head.

"You had no right." He spoke in a low tone as he put a finger in your face, and you scoffed. "I was doing my job. I'm sorry that you can't handle that." You matched his tone. Tilting your chin up as you spoke and watched as fumes practically steamed off of him, he was so furious. His breath heavy and hot against your skin.

"You always do what these managers tell you to do?"

"So I won't get fired. Yes."

"Are you going to do what I tell you to do?" He leaned closer to you until his body was pressed against yours. Your breath hitching and his question catching you off guard.

"Are you going to do as your told?" He asked. Narrowing his eyes at you. Noticing how his words got to you. But, you didn't let that moment last long. "No." You challenged and a mischievous smirk spread across his lips.

"You need to be taught a lesson." He grabbed you by the arms and turned you around so that your back was to him. With one hand, he pinned your arms above your head and with his other hand, he slowly moved it along your side. His hand stopping at your thigh. Then, you gasped as he slapped your ass hard. His hand then massaging your ass. Squeezing it. He got frustrated because of your wrestling gear in the way. So, with one quick motion, he pulled your pants down.

Tossing them across the room. His hands going back to their original place. Holding you down and his hand slowly rubbing your ass. His hands traveling up your side then back down. Smacking your ass again. He slapped his hand against your skin a few times, then he moved his hand. Untying your top. Slowly pulling it off of you. His hands kneeing at your breast for a few minutes before his hands moved down your stomach. Hovering over your pussy. He carefully ran his fingers through your lips. Slowly moving his finger up and down. Making you breathe a little heavier. He slowly dipped his finger into your lips. The tip of his finger going straight to your clit.

Applying light pressure as he moved his finger in circles on your sensitive clit. Making your eyes roll to the back of your head and soft moans leave your mouth. He loved every second of this. "Look at you..." He whispered in your ear, and he quickened his movements. Making you moan a little louder and your legs shake. Then, after a minute or two, he slowed it down to a torturous pace. "You want me to make you come, don't you?" He whispered in your ear and when you didn't respond, he quickened his movements again but just as quickly slowed it down.

"Say it." His circles on your clit were so slow, there might as well not be any movement. "I want you to let me come." You panted and he chuckled. "Good girl." He then brought the speed back up. A moan slipping from your lips as you gripped onto the side of his legs. Resting your head on his shoulder. He tilted his head towards you, and he kissed your neck. Biting at your skin. Building your climax up and right when you're about to come, your body shaking- he stops. Pulling his hand away and moving his mouth away from you. You groaned in frustration, but before you could do anything, he smacked your ass and picked you up.

Carrying you over to the desk. He put you down and turned you around. Laying you down on the table. He grabbed your legs. Putting your knees on the table as well so that your ass was up in the air. On display for him and at the perfect height for him. He ran his fingers over your pussy a few times. His thumb rubbing your entrance. He then started to spank you. Slapping his hand against your ass. Leaving your skin red and marked. He slowly pulled his pants down. Grabbing a condom and slipping it onto his long cock. Then he rubbed his cock through your lips before he pushes it in. Slamming his cock into you. Bottoming out. The both of you moaning.

He stayed still for a moment, giving both of you time to adjust. Your walls clenched around his cock. He slowly pulled out, then he harshly thrusted back into you. Slowly starting to pound into you. Slamming his cock into you. His breath getting heavier as he groaned. Gripping onto your ass as he pounded into you. Making your stomach twist in pleasure and your eyes squinched shut. You could feel your climax quickly building again and you moaned out when he grabbed you by your hair. Pulling you up so that your back was against his chest.

He cussed under his breath and continued pounding into you. His hand coming up and wrapping around your throat. Holding your neck. His other hand came down and he started to rub fast circles on your clit. Between that and the new angle he was fucking you from, it was all overwhelming. And he knew that. He knew that you could barely take it. He knew that you were close by the way your body was shaking and the way you were moaning. So, just to be mean, he slowed down. Slowing his fingers down to the pace he was fucking you with. Which, it was too slow for you. All that build up just for him to practically come to a stop. "I said I was going to teach you a lesson." He whispered in your ear and kept the slow pace.

"Have you learned your lesson?" He slowed his movements down even more. "Yes." You panted and you tried to grind against him, but he didn't let you. "Speak up, sweetheart." You groaned in frustration and when you did, he came to a complete stop. "Yes." You said a little louder and he smirked. "Good girl." He then started to move inside you again. Slowly starting to pound into you again. Slamming his cock into you. His skin slapping against yours. The sound of y'all's moans and clapping of skin filling the room.

With each harsh thrust, your climax quickly built back up and his to. His cock throbbing and twitching. He groaned loudly as he came, and you quickly did the same. Soaking his cock. He started to slow down. Harshly thrusting up into you one last time before he stilled, and he finished. Filling the condom up to the brim. He stayed inside of you as he tilted your head to the side. Gently kissing your lips. His tongue moving along your bottom lip as he kissed you deeply. Then, when he pulled away, he had a big, cocky grin.

[melancholicbutterflies]

You Don’t Own Me

Summary: You’re tired of Elvis always telling you what you can and cannot do as his wife. You decide to pushback. He puts you in your place.

Warnings: underage, smut, dubious consent, bdsm themes (dd/lg), cursing, yandere!Elvis themes, breeding kink, 18+ (cannot stress this enough!) 

Word Count: 4,046

It was a decision you would come to regret, but you were young and naive, and dreaming of a better life. 

You met him at your high school. Elvis, up and coming rock ‘n roll sensation, had just returned from two years in the service and had successfully reformed his bad boy image in the eyes of parents everywhere. As such, he was permitted in venues since objected to (and the ones of teenage girls’ wet dreams). 

Elvis the Pelvis was coming to your school, and students and teachers alike were all abuzz. Growing up in a very Christian family, you weren’t allowed to watch his performances, and knew only what you heard from friends of less strict upbringings, and the odd radio programming when you snuck into the teacher’s lounge. 

Nothing could prepare you for what he looked like up close. Thick, dark hair that was somewhat cartoonish framed a devilishly handsome, tanned face with high cheekbones, sultry eyes, and a snarling smile that beckoned you. And he was tall, taller than any of the boys in class (although they were much younger, you had to concede). Still, he looked dapper in his suit, his well-loved acoustic guitar slung over his shoulder, devil hips cocked to one side. 

He was a stunner, all right, and you were as good as gone. 

You watched as he gave each and every person his undivided attention, all smiles and bashful head ducks. You wouldn’t have pegged him for humble, couldn’t imagine him being so with the amount of talent and charm and good looks he’d been endowed with, but he surpassed your every expectation. He was here to teach some scripture, and at some point he wove in some music, too. His voice was like a siren’s, no business singing such innocently devout lyrics. 

At the end everyone clapped, and he went to signing autographs; the line took up the whole classroom and wrapped around the hallway as other students from classes that broke out joined in. 

When it was your turn, he started, “who should I make it out to?” Pen poised, eyes tired as he lifted them to look at you with a waning smile, and he stopped. Nearly dropped the pad of paper then and there as he stared at you. You stared back, entranced, and found you were the first to break eye contact. “Well, it’s Y/N.” 

“Y/N, huh” he snapped out of his reverie, eyes alight with... something, as he licked his lips. “What a pretty name for a pretty gal,” he scribbled something on the pad of paper, barely legible, but finished with a heart. His next words you couldn’t predict in your most wondrous of fantasies: 

“Say, you wouldn’t wanna grab a burger and shake with me one o’ these days, would ya? Or am I gettin’ ahead of myself?” 

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, in shock. He laughed, hair flopping as his head tossed back. “I’ll take that as a yes.” 

You nodded vigorously, finally finding your words, albeit breathily. “Yes!” 

“It’s a date,” he said lowly, gaze now stuck on your lips. 

It was nothing short of sweet. You avoided your coworkers interested looks as you sat down with Elvis, who’d held your purse as you slid in the booth opposite. You were hungry and he vocalized he liked a girl who ate and set down a tip that was more than you made in a shift. Ice cream followed, a nice walk in the park, and he drove you home, politely not commenting on the sort of neighborhood you lived in. “I had a nice time,” he said in the low light of the fading sun, leaning in real close. “I did, too.” You said it as you looked down in your lap until he picked your chin up, forcing your gaze to his. You thought he looked sinful for someone so religious. 

“Good, because I really wanna kiss you, Y/N.”

You stopped him with a hand at his clavicle. “I can’t.” Looking backward, he saw a figure by the window, felt your sudden nervousness. It was about more than just want, and thankfully he understood. “Sure, baby, I get it. You’re unspoiled, aren’t you?” His eyes implored you. 

Reticently, you nodded, not fully understanding his meaning but knowing enough. 

It should have concerned you how happy he looked at that. 

Pretty soon he showed up everywhere. At the local diner, your ballet lessons, even one late night you were out walking your dog, Marnie. You could have sworn you saw a car at the end of the street, eyes watching under darkness. It was unnerving, it was exciting; you hadn’t experienced the weight of someone’s entire attention on you before now.

If you were less naive, you might have questioned why a grown man who had plenty else to do was expending so much effort getting to know you. It all became clear one day when he took you out to dinner, not just at any restaurant, but the fanciest one in town, followed by a romantic moon-lit walk at the beach and kneeled before you in the sand asking you to marry him. 

You said yes, of course, and he looked like the happiest man alive as he wrapped you up in a breathtaking kiss. You two couldn’t wait to get to his hotel, and made love right then and there, the sounds of the ocean waves lapping in the distance. 

He wanted to marry at once, and only a few days later you were at the courthouse exchanging vows. None of your friends could come (they were all in school), and only a few of his came, including his father, who hadn’t exactly looked favorably on you, but knew his son couldn’t be reasoned with once he set his mind to something. The colonel scowled in the corner, smoking his pipe up a storm. Your mom and dad wanted nothing to do with the whole affair and had all too happily washed their hands of you, signing paperwork to allow you to wed before your eighteenth birthday. 

When it was time to say, ‘I do’, you did so enthusiastically, and a beautiful smile broke out on his handsome face. He pulled you in, thumbing your bridal veil, and kissed you like a man possessed. You were forever changed in that moment. 

Mrs. Elvis Presley. It was like a dream come true.

And for a while, it was. 

Elvis was attentive, doting, a true joy to be around. He took care of everything for you. You wanted for nothing. You were happy, happier than you ever thought possible in your short and, up till now, wretched life. Elvis changed everything for you, and you were eternally grateful. 

But, like all dreams, there came a time when reality set in. The bubble burst. Oh, boy, did it ever. 

It started with little things, at first. 

Before he’d met you, you worked at a diner waiting tables. Now that you were married, he claimed there was no reason to keep waitressing. “Waste of time,” he remarked, “’sides, who’d wanna keep on their feet like that all day long when you don’t have’ta? Nuh-uh, didn’t think so. You’ll put in your notice tomorrah’.” 

You thought to object, but he had a point. It was enjoyable enough to you, sure, passed the time all right, and gave you some pocket change to buy things for yourself that your parents never would. But now with Elvis occupying your days, and making just about a hundred times what you ever did after a full day’s work just sitting around, what was the point? Your coworkers, as nice as they were, were hardly reason enough. 

So you promptly shut your mouth and smiled, giving him a big hug, and that was that. 

Then it was your hair: 

“Oh, doll,” he crooned one night after a heavy bout of lovemaking, running his meaty paw through your thick, wavy hair. “Wouldn’t you look good with straightened hair?” 

You turned to him in mild surprise, still blissed out. “You never said a thing about my hair before. Don’t you like it?”

“Oh, ‘course I do, baby. I just thought you might like to keep up with the fashion is all. All them girls have their hair straight these days.” 

“I guess that’s true.” You admitted. “And, say, maybe you ‘oughta darken it while you’re at it. Might be nice to have us match, you know.” You touched a hand to your hair, furrowing your brows as he leaned in to nuzzle your neck, applying light, sweet kisses there. It was awfully distracting, your hand falling limp on the bed as you gasped. 

“Promise me you’ll think ‘bout it, at least...” He murmured low between kisses that went ever lower. “Oh, sure.” 

“Good girl,” he growled, and he said something about “...have Jer make an appointment at that salon o’ Sandy’s.” And he proceeded to eat you out. 

As time went on, that charming, subtle needling to shift your behaviors in his favor turned meaner:

Once before a press conference, he stopped you in the hallway, seizing your arm. “Hey, what’s wrong—” you winced as he twisted it around harshly in an effort to inspect your hand. “Quit it, E, that hurts.” 

“What is this?” He looked at you angrily, disappointed, even. 

“What is what?” You didn’t see anything other than your ring, which was where it should be, on your ring finger without anything out of the ordinary. When you saw where his eyes were directed, you realized he meant your nail polish. 

“So it’s a little chipped. Who cares?”

“Who cares?” He seethed. “I care, and if you had any sense in ya you would too! Everything you do reflects on me, little girl, so when you look like a cheap hussy, you make me look bad. Make ‘em think I can’t take care of my baby. Get it?” 

He wasn’t shouting, he wasn’t even raising his voice, but the venom dripping from his quiet wrath was so much worse. 

Tears built at the corner of your eyes and you ducked your head, turning on your heel to run back toward the bedroom before he caught you by the arm again. You thought he’d apologize, say he overreacted. He didn’t. Instead he said: “Dry those eyes, girl, and put on a smile. I don’t care if it ain’t real, but I won’t have ya embarrassin’ me.” 

It only snowballed from there.

Your whole wardrobe was thrown out, and a new one replaced to match with Elvis’. You didn’t finish school, didn’t do ballet anymore. You still cooked and baked now and then, but only on special occasions. Mary did all the real cooking in the house, and she already knew what Elvis liked and she did it well. Drinking, although technically not even legal, was forbidden (“a lady shouldn’t drink, you’ll get sloppy and less chivalrous men than myself’ll take advantage. Don’t want that, do ya?”)

Want to go to the movie with some friends? Think again. Boys weren’t allowed anywhere in your vicinity: he barely let Red, trusted bodyguard of the Memphis Mafia, guard you. He said he didn’t like his wandering eye one time. Personally, you thought he was delusional, but didn’t bother arguing since you hadn’t exactly taken a liking to the man. 

Your friends were more acquaintances now, and when you saw them, you didn’t know what to say. They’d moved on, had new friends or new boyfriends. They felt you abandoned them (you did, although not intentionally). You never felt more alone in your life, and yet you were never alone; Elvis made sure of that, always having someone stay behind to watch you when he couldn’t.

Eventually it was the summer, your first summer as a married couple in fact, and you were invited to your cousin’s wedding. It was her high school sweetheart; they got the bug from you and wanted to get hitched as soon as they graduated high school. You were hellbent on making it to that wedding, come hell or high water. Elvis, as your husband, was of course also invited and expected as your plus one. They were renting out a small venue in Nashville, and the bride-to-be wanted you as her bridesmaid if not the maid-of-honor (a role you suspected in the back of your mind would have easily been yours pre-Elvis, but post-Elvis you was less reliable, and you couldn’t fault her for making that decision). 

Elvis’ first reaction to it surprised you. After all, he’d hardly wanted you to leave his side and had grown increasingly controlling. So when he said, “Sure, hunny,” you almost questioned if you’d imagined it.

You were ecstatic. “Oh, thank you, Elvis. Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Each word of gratitude was punctured by a kiss all over his face and any other bare patch of skin you could reach. He laughed that booming laugh of his and pulled you in to give you a proper one. “Well, if that’s the way you were gonna thank me I ‘oughta have more o’ your friends get married!” 

This was Fall. Now that it was summertime, and the wedding weekend was upon you, he put his foot down. 

“No,” he said simply, not even sparing you a glance as he casually strummed his acoustic guitar, legs spread apart on the couch. Your mouth nearly fell to the floor, and you felt a distinct ringing in your ears, your heartbeat speeding up. Blinking, you saw a few of his Mafia crew milling about, pretending they’d gone deaf and blind as your temper rose. 

“What?” You screeched. 

You did. 

You almost forgot what it sounded like, your defiance. It was spectacular, and you thought you had never felt so angry in your life. 

And you had a right to, damn it. You did everything this man said and more. You dyed your hair black, you straightened it to his liking, you always had a fresh paint of nails, you wore the dresses he picked out for you, even the ones with the ruffles that you couldn’t stand, and wanted to make you tear your eyes out of your sockets. You stopped working because he said so (although that was not entirely something worth fighting). But you left school, and you stopped talking to your friends for months until they stopped trying so hard and all you had was him and his damn Mafia. The girlfriends and wives didn’t even hardly talk to you. You were too young and there was very little in common. 

You think you spewed all this out to him in your rage, not thinking it even made sense, but you wanted him to feel what he put you through, and being his wasn’t enough if you didn’t have a life outside of his wants and desires. 

Finally, chest heaving, out of words to say in your tirade, you saw him through blurry, teary eyes. He’d frozen, shoulders hunched, body tensed for a fight. He looked around the room, but he needn’t — his Mafia was nowhere to be seen now. His eyes cut to you, dark and stormy, as he rose to his full height and strode towards your panting figure. 

It was a sight to behold, your husband so angry. He’d been cross with you — lord knew he’d been annoyed on many an occasion — but enraged was new. It felt like the point of no return. Like he’d really hurt you this time, all those words about never laying a hand on a woman falling by the wayside.

“Now, Elvis, hold on now—”

“Long past time for that, baby. You been backsassin’ me and I won’t stand for it.”

Your eyes cut to the side, seeing a crack in the doorway.

“Don’t you even think about it, lil’ girl.” Elvis growled. You yelped as he took you in his arms, forcefully tugging you to the couch where he fell back against it, the momentum leaving you to fall across his lap in a rather unlady-like manner. 

“Elvis, please, I’m sorry,” you began, attempting in vain to rise from the precarious position he had you in. His arm only tightened its hold around your waist much like a boa constrictor around its prey. “Should’a thought ‘a that before you went off like that. Now, sit tight and take your punishment.” 

He hit you, then. He actually did it. But it wasn’t across your face or strangling your neck like you’d heard some women claiming of their husbands. He’d pulled up your dress so that it hung your belly and pulled down your lace underwear so that you were bare-bottomed and smacked your butt with his open palm, rings and all. 

You gasped first, shocked that it had happened, and that it felt like it did; the contrast of his warm skin and the cold metal rings was a contrast you hadn’t known you needed. Then as one became two, and two became three, and four and five, and so on... you’d lost track, a strange feeling built up in your lower abdomen that felt familiar yet also foreign. 

Were you... enjoying this absurd, perverted version of punishment?  Surely you weren’t getting turned on by your husband beating you like an errant child? 

And yet... you couldn’t deny the flare of hot want flowing through you, and you certainly couldn’t deny the wet stickiness that started collecting in your bared cunt. You had to bite your lip from making your desire audible; you were angry, aghast that your husband would go to such lengths for simply voicing your very legitimate frustrations to him. 

When a slap fell slightly lower, just catching the bottom of your pussy lips, you couldn’t contain your excitement. A moan slipped past your lips. 

Elvis froze, cock hardening in his pants some.

Your eyes widened, cursing yourself internally. The last thing you wanted was for the bastard to know some part of you was enjoying yourself. You wouldn’t look at him, burying your head in the side of his thigh, even as you felt that hot and searing gaze of his on you. You were humiliated, something you hadn’t thought possible after what he’d already done. 

“Well, well,” he drawled, voice deeper, thick with lust. “Seems my baby likes this more than she should.” 

“Please, Elvis, let me go,” you begged.” You’ve had your fun, being humiliated like this is punishment enough.” 

He laughed, barrel chest vibrating against you. “Oh, hunny, I ain’t nearly done with you. In fact,” he circled your ass with his palm, your slick wetting his fingers now. “The fun’s just begun.” 

“What—” You interjected, only to cry out loudly (or perhaps moan, it was some contrived version of the two), as he promptly pushed his fingers deep into your crevice, the warm, wet walls hugging his long digits with gusto. 

He hissed, “oh, baby girl, that vice of yours just about does my head in. I need to be inside you now.” He started fumbling with his slacks, the belt coming undone in record time as he pulled his rock-hard cock out of his boxers. He gave it a good tug, grimacing at the action. The tip was red and weeping, practically twitching with need. 

“C’mere,” he said, positioning you where he wanted you like a doll. “On all fours, that’s right, just like that hunny.” Your knees met the carpeted floor, hair falling around you like a curtain as your head bent. You know he could go deep like this, but usually you had sex facing one another. He could piss you off to no end, but sex was always a sacred thing between you two. This felt cold, unfeeling. Fucking was what it was; he could care less to see you, he only wanted to possess you. You felt cheap, a plaything — and yet your cunt continued to thud with need. 

“Jesus, you’re a pretty sight,” he rubbed his cock over your pussy lips, grab at your ass, take another smack of it and delighting in the jiggle of it. “Please, Elvis, just...” You pleaded, and he cut a look at you. “Don’t think you’re much in the position to be makin’ any sorta demands, doll.” 

You hung your head, sighing, waiting for him to get his fill. “Oh, hell,” he said, “you’re lucky I can’t hardly wait anymore either.” And with that he pushed into you, causing a surprised yelp to leave your throat. Pulling on your hair, causing your back to arch towards him, he set a punishing, brutal pace, one that hard you seeing stars. In this position, he could hit your g-spot dead on, and hit it he did. 

“Oh, godddd,” you groaned, scraping a hand back to hold onto his arm holding onto you. He huffed a laugh that turned strangled toward the end. “Not God, darlin’, but close.” 

You would have snorted at the cheesy line if you weren’t full of his cock. 

“Nothin’ to say?” He taunted. “That’s a real shame. To think you just needed some good dick to quiet down. Bet you ain’t never had one good as me.” 

It wasn’t a statement, he expected an answer, but you were too far gone in the blissed-out feeling to recognize it.

Smacking your sore ass harshly, he repeated his words. “Ain’t you? Say it, or I swear to God I’ll stop right now and won’t let you come.” 

“Yes, E, yes! You’re the best I’ve had,” you cried as the building sensation waned. “That ain’t my name, try again.” 

“Daddy,” you whispered, feeling some shame about it. You always felt weird about calling him that even though your relationship with you father had never been close, but he demanded you refer to him in that way. 

“Daddy what?”

“Daddy you’re the best I’ve ever had,” you admitted. He smiled; really, you would have said anything to have him keep fucking you the way he was.

“That’s right,” he pet your head, slipping his cock back into your tight hole as your eyes rolled back in your head. “You’re my good girl when you’re like this, almost forgotten you was bad earlier. Throwin’ a temper tantrum back there after all I done for you. Ungrateful. And for what? Some weddin’ you felt you needed to go to?” He tutted you, each word punctured by a punishing stab at your cervix; the pain intermingled with pleasure to create a heady concoction leaving you at a loss of words. Intelligible ones, anyhow. 

“Ye-ah...” you moaned. 

“What was that?” Elvis goaded, pinching your swinging titties between his hands. 

“A-agree, I w-was bein’ bad.” 

“Right. ‘Cause the only person you should be worryin’ about is me. Your husband.” 

“Mhm.” 

“Hmm,” he hummed deeply. “Need you just as much, more than ‘em. Can’t have you halfway ‘cross the state if somethin’ came up.” 

He soothed your head, running his fingers through your dampening hair. “Need my yittle baby by my side, and she needs her daddy,” he cooed in the baby-talk language he loved so much. 

You nodded, more so due to the buildup in your pelvic region. He groaned, feeling the tighening in his balls as your walls started fluttering around him. 

“Shit, hunny, you got me ready to burst. You gon’ take it? Take all my lovin’?” 

“Yes, Daddy! I’ll take it all.” 

“Gonna fill you up,” he mumbled, hips moving erratically now. “Fill you up with my babies ‘till your big and swollen with my seed. Shi-itt—!” 

You cried out at the sensation of his warmth shooting into you, triggering your orgasm. 

“Agh!” He yelled, falling over you, hips slowly still moving as if to fuck more into you. You collapsed on the floor, and he was right behind you. You two laid on the floor in the fading light that spilled through the French windows. 

Turning so that he was looking at you, he pulled your face to his in a deep, slow kiss. “You gonna let Daddy take care of you?” 

You hesitated, knowing what he wanted of you. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll make the call tonight.” 

He grinned, looking every bit the angel and devil as he hovered over you. “Good girl.” 

[sketchfanda]

Kirishima’s Mystique:Presented by Manaworld Pictures

Syx and Mr. R in Night of the Succubus

We find ourselves seeing from the point of view of someone looking through the ManaWorld Pictures website on their computer screen, the cursor moving around as it came to a particular article highlighting some excerpts and a link for the studio's newest movie, featuring the main head honcho babe Syx herself. The title proved plenty promising as the curious observer's feminine hand clicked the link, allowing the video to load and buffer as the beginning showed none other than the debuting Kirishima, or Mr.R as was his stage named introduced in the opening credits, dressed up in wizarding school uniform and performing a ritual that would summon a succubus. In a practical and well executed display of light and effects, showing that MWP wasn't some cheap low budget type of porn studio Syx rises from the circle in hall her purple sexy glory, rocking her most iconic out and striking a pose like only a bombshell stunner like she could be capable of. She introduces herself to her attempted summoner and possible pending prey that she is Syx (because hey, it just works for her, what's ina name after all?), mistress of lust, and asks or rather demands to know who has called her to the material plains.

Kirishima says that he is her master, Neji Planter (not doing too bad for what was his first real bit of work on camera), and he will claim her as his. Syx approaches him of course, seeing through his attempt at bravado for the overly too eager and hormonal magic school boy he really was, using her engimatic quirk to its natural ability which helped add to build the sexual tension expected of her and her character here as she began going through various different forms, many of which embodied a particular erotic trope or kink. Going from a busty bimbo blonde to a milf, a sexy teacher, a reptilian woman, cat woman, fox girl, etc, each ravishing form as arousing as her own au naturale self and asks how long can he even hope to last? Her gaze predatory as her eyes twinkled with mischievous lust and passion, clearly amused and delighting in how awkward and adorkable "Mr.Planter" was looking, Kirishima doing quite the job of radiating that cute virgin nerd vibe (The himbo had in fact been channeling a bit of his hero course classmate Izuku during filming, having felt this was just how he would've felt in a situation like this).

The video is then skipped to a scene Kirishima pinning Syx in a mating press on the bed, the viewer curious and eager to see any particular juicy details to look forward to out of impatience and a steadily growing horinness. Her sexy by default body in an equally exotic, stunning fox girl form with Kirishima petting her ears, his red eyes locked with her own exotic gem like orbs which bore glowing pink hearts in them blinking in and out. No doubted her mind struggling to resist the overwhelming onslaught of pleasure rusing to flood her senses, having not expected "Mr.Planter" to be so well endowed and a natural beast in bed when he'd been a virgin moments prior. Even if she had coaxed him into a state of mind intended to rile him up into blind arousal, so she may better seduce him and steal his soul, to think he could be...such a caveman!!

Deepthroated moans and cries of shocked delight escaping her as the raw primal aura of this scene implied this was mere moments into when the Mistress of Lust found the tables being turned on her by "Mr.Planter" proving to be quite the stud. The camera lingering on very juicy shots of her currently juicy furry booty shaking and jiggling like jelly, those cheeks clapping like thunder as those smooth, heavy wrecking balls of his smacked them. Their tongues dancing together in a sloppy open air kiss as her own traced those shark teeth of his, the pressing of her glorious tits pressed and rubbing up against his firm chest, clearly in awe at how this nerdy wizard was built like an Adonis. The slick sounds of her sloppy pussy being stretched and hammered by that hot length and girth as it pounded her like the genetic jackhammer it was.....

Syx then made her move to turn the tables as she shifts into a muscle woman ogre form before pinning Kirishima to the bed and proceeding to ride him amazon style, grunting with primal erotic lust as she taunted her sweet little buff himbo nerd. Admitting she'd been caught off guard by his surprsing natural talent when it came to sex but his beginners luck would now run out here, after all what could his measly self do against her her millenia of experience in the sexual arts? Though one could tell that the succubus was more trying to convince herself as she flexed her muscular form, deep sensual pants escaping her as she bounced and rode on that cock that she was finding quite addictive. The wet splash of juices with every smack of their loins making a delicious erotic rhythm which echoed throughout the room as the bed creaked and shook, the implication was clear that this duel of iron wills had only just begun.

It was a veritable pornographic montage as the demonic shadow elf succubus used her every wile and millenia of experience to attempt overwhelming and usurping her summoner. Yet for whatever he lacked in experience prior to their meeting was made up for with raw natural sexual prowess as he endured any and every form Syx assumed to gain some sexual advantage that would appeal to his desires and lusts. From an exotic draconic lizard woman to a statuesque she-wolf to a big tittied minotaur woman yet somehow this geeky Adonis seemed to become motivated as his pelvis pounded againts her bubbly booty. The succubus in horny disbelief that such a mere human could be so....so utterly fan-fucking-tastic, to dare be so assertive that he could be her equal...her superior even!!

Our eager anonymous female viwer couldn't help but move the cursor along, the video skipped again to reveal Kirishima pounding Syx from behind hard and fast. The Succubus in her natural default form and glowing pink hearts clear as day in her beautiful eyes as the Mistress of Lust had fallen in her battle for control and loving every single second of it. The glistening sheen of perspiration on their bodies and the state of the bed and the room indicating they'd been going at it quite while, hence the video's runtime as the camera angles showed all the best possible shots. The every hypnotic jiggle of Syx's thunderbun booty clapping, the bounce of her violet titties as her body language did a wonderful job displaying how deep and far her character of the Mistress of Lust had fallen and succumb to her new lover who had overwhelmed her with his natural skills as the scene neared its key climax.

A shameless ahegaeo on her face with her deep, lusty moans mixing with the heavy slaps of Kirishima's pelvis, Syx shamelessly begged for more, wanting it harder deeper, and demanding that he make her his for all eternity, to become her king! Screw her pride and her rank, he had conquered her and won her in mind,heart, body and soul and it was only right he claim his prize by cumming inside her so that her womb would be blessed with the seed of her newfound lover. Kirishima finally busts with a primal shout, busting his nut as a collar appears on Syx's neck in another well done display of special effects that only a quality studio like MWP could afford to be capable of. They both collapse to the bed, and she kisses Kirishima before purring, "sleep well my king." before cuddling up to him as the video ends.

As if that little performance hadn't been amazing enough, there were a few teaser trailers and clips for the sequel available to view showing what was in store for this succubus and the plans she had in mind for her newfound king stud. Starting with turning the wenches among the studentbody and faculty of his school into his devoted sex slaves with some key candidates in mind. As well as back up of course from a few of her lovely sex demon friends in her debaucherous entourage which was making the viewer's anticipation grow like pouring gasoline on a campfire. To say nothing of the bonus scenes on offer for their erotic enjoyment of course.

Which they saved to their watchlist for later viewing of course as well as making sure to save the Mr.R/Red tag as favourite search topic along with the tag for anything involving him with Syx. After all if a rookie was talented enough for the boss woman herself to already be doing shoots with him so early in the start of his career, he was worth keeping an eye on. First thing's first of course was watching this fine work of sexual art again in full context from start to finish just in case they missed any details. If it was one thing Manaworld pictures knew, it was how to really balance their porn and plot....

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Mr. R and Red in The Prince and the Pirate

We come to another random point of view as our anonymous viewer logged onto their Manaworld Pictures account and accessed the first video on their watch list. Soon as the loading and buffering completed, they came to find the adventures of Captain Veronika Red continue as she finds herself having an encounter with a young, quite easy on the eyes prince, who via some necessary exposition was found to be a recent rookie pirate captain while the pair were playing a game in a local seaport tavern. She smirks as she stands over him like the statuesque stunner she was, recognizing him as a runaway prince and interrogates him asking out of curiousity as to exactly why he ran in the first place. Kirishima, per the backstory provided to him in regards to his character here, reveals that he was framed for an attack on a princess from a neighbouring country that his kingdom was trying to ally with, only to be thrown under the bus.

She offers him a drink during this enlightening conversation, her wandering good eye and body language making it clear she was mentallty undressing him, and has a wager for him if he was interested and dare she say, brave enough to accept it. IF he can outdrink her, he can have her for the night to do with as he pleases, after all if he was going to live the pirate life? Then he might as well get a start on the pillage and plunder aspect and really, what better way to start than to pop his cherry with a hot sexy piece of ass like herself? In a bit of ballsy bravado of course, he decided to accept her challenge, little to no care as to what Red wanted exactly should she win the wager, all she knew was that this would be too easy...at least that'd been the original intention but as they say about best laid plans and all that.....

After a long series of chugging down the ale and grog, one round after another, Kirishima is shown to still be standing tall while Red is having trouble keeping her wits about her. This was some damn strong stuff, a pretty high proof of 90, meaning this was 100% pure alcohol. Her vision getting hazy and blurry, her body swaying but most damning of all was that all this booze she was consuming and ingesting was having a major effect on her inhibitions. Especially with her libido running wild with all sorts of naughty thoughts like how good this virgin would be in bed....assuming he was a virgin to begin with because chances were her runaway royal was a young buck just full of surprises.

She loudly announces that now that he's won he gets to plow her brains out to the entire bar, who cheers at this, knowing there was only one place they could go. Kirishima then began to take Red to this spot, a back room where they get busy as he hoisted and threw her over his shoulder and gave her juicy, thing clad ass a swift slap or squeeze which got some gasps and moans from those lovely lips of hers. Soon it wasn’t too long before Red's screams began to fill the air and provide ambiance to the bar with the rowdy booze-hound patrons cheering at the show they could hear and many laughing at the woman who had drunk them all under the table getting her just desserts. The females among the customers and staff alike couldn’t help but be curious and horny alike as to how good she was getting it though a few of the veteran barmaids made moves to find the secret peep holes where they could see for themselves what was getting Red so rowdy.

It was here the camera switched to their voyeur perspective to find that Red as screaming in orgasmic ecstasy for plenty good reason as she was currently bent over a table and getting railed hard from behind by the young stud. He was certainly quite well built and sculpted and ooh that cock and balls pounding and hammering away into the pirate queen’s snatch was definitely a real bitch pleaser. Inches of his length and girth sinking deep into those netherlips, those heavy nutsack smacking her clit as the camera lens got splashed by her juices. All the while the mature woman grasped the table edges for dear life, naked save for her thigh high boots and her gloves as her glorious tires pressed snd rubbed against the smooth surface….

it only got more intense from here on as Red found herself turned with her back on the table before she was hoisted up into the air by Kirishima, draping her arms and legs around her young prince’s Adonis body as he firmly grabbed her ass. Locking their lips together as they continued with the age old primal erotic dance of man and woman as the pirate vixen experienced first hand that this runaway prince was no virgin in the slightest. The redhead pair proceeding to go through a montage sequence of positions with scenes shown in between as flashbacks to the Prince’s past, hinting at how and why he was such a capable sexual performer and past conquests in between before his encounter with Red. A few of those women of course shown to be members of the rookie captain’s crew with Red recalling how it seemed like he was in quite healthy and sizeable female company…

It played back and forth in between Red getting her sexual world rocked as hints were dropped about the runaway prince turned pirate's life up to this point from casual liaisons with royal and noble girls to getting frisky and friendly with the servant and peasant girls alike. Up to encounters with key members of his crew hinting that he wasn't picky in the slightest when it came to species be they human, elf or dwarf to full on monster girls with a wealth and variety of body shapes and sizes. Syx of course making her cameo as his devoted sex slave who he'd liberated from some callous owners before she gladly devoted herself to him in body and soul and proved to be his most challenging conquest to date. Whatever the context to these scenes, it was clear this was but a tip of the iceberg to his story that would play throughout later future features in this series

For now it was back to focusing on the runaway stud as he continued to show Red that he was far from a cherry boy and damn well certainly know how to use his cock. The luscious pirate queen howling in wanton abandon as she felt herself being pounded deep and hard into the mattress of the bed as he was folding her in a mating press. His heavy balls slamming against her thunderclapping asscheeks while her tits pressed and rubbed against his firm pecs, tongues dancing together in a sloppy open air kiss before they came together one last time, signifying their newfound relationship and alliance in a rush of orgasmic bliss. Embracing one another's nude forms as the afterglow overtook them and they slumbered away, resting as they prepared to face the next day with their partnership set to be put into action...after a morning quickie of course.

In the end, both pirate crews indeed became allies and would search for one another if need be but most especially whenever Red needed herself another round of passion with her runaway prince. More so especially as she was becoming quite fond of Syx with her and the shadow elf slave often putting on quite the lesbian show for their sturdy stud. All the while of course it seemed every meet up saw more and more women in the rookie's crew and these gals were as fierce in the pirate life aa they were devoted to their captain...and his big cock of course. But those would be stories for another day....

A special bonus clip played showing an interview with Syx and Red out of character whose chemistry and intimacy as not quite official girlfriends but very close sex friends was very apparent. The elf woman explaining how she simply had to arrange a scene with her new rookie star and her bestie soon as she could and very satisfied with the results. The pair grinning as they shot sly glances behind them with the camera catching a shot of what was Kirishima using a shower before they left to go join them. Red of course playfully nudging the camera away as this was private personal fun, planing a kiss on the lens before switching it off.........

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Duel of the Elves

With the evolution of quirks, some people have had their fantasies come to life due to the distinct variety and quality of mutation type quirks. As it was said how not all men are born equal, in some cases of these heteromorphic quirks you were either a fantasy or a freak. In turn this resulted in some fantasy fetishes becoming in the form of those who resembled elves. Such was the case with these 2 girls in particular within this context to consider....

Kuroeda - quirk Dark elf - able to use magical abilities to attack enemies and cause various effects and Shera - quirk forest elf: naturally skilled with a bow and arrows and capable of manipulating plant life to a certain degree. The two were often the victims of this aforementioned discrimination in this case with people treating them like living fetishes. You would not believe the amount of rumors the spread about them when they were children, even worse when puberty hit when their bodies started to change, Shera gaining her quite prominent and healthy chest, and Kuroeda her distinctly juicy, bubble butt. They were more often than not rejected from several jobs due to false rumors spread by perverted people and those jealous of their figures.

More than a few online basement dwellers have made tries to get them to fill out their lewd elf fantasies but what do you expect from some guys who think fictional hentai and porn was somehow tied into reality? I mean imagine being so deluded as to not seperate fiction from reality and thinking the former somehow affected and influenced the latter but I digress!! Thankfully, they were saved by Syx, who offered them stead employment and protection, no doubt sympathetic to their plight having dealt with similar issues due to having a quirk that also gave her an elven-like appearance. No surprise many such girls were on the roster for Manaworld pictures but hey in this case these girls were owning the stereotypes being forced on them and it paid pretty damn well to boot

Now of course for their latest shoot feature, they were performing with the new guy, Mr. R which left them somewhat surprised as Syx didn't usually have a rookie work with the experienced girls like them so soon into the start of their careers but hey boss lady's orders. The film itself was taking place in a modern magical world in which much like the classics of old, elves of different breeds and tribes still had their beefs but it was less about magical power in this case especially given what sort of content MWP put out. Kuroeda and Shera were arguing over which was desired by men when it came to sexual lust for elven women, did they like more big bouncing breasts or full soft booties? The the two traded the usual back and forth insults like oversized fat orbs or future sagging bags of flesh, the kind of insults to volley until they finally came to an agreement.

They would seduce the next man who comes into the tavern to decide and of course for a little extra comedy, the first guy who entered happen to be an "ugly bastard" stereotype, a hentai red flag if there ever was one and they agreed to wait for another instead. Kirishima, aka Mr.R, at this point made his entrance coming in dressed as a rookie adventurer which was much more an improvement for the Elven duo as the two approached and say that they need his help with a job that is of the utmost importance. They drag him off to the inn where they proceed to strip down for him putting both on display. They ask which he prefers when it comes to tits or asses and Kirishima answered that he likes both which makes the girls get upset and demand he makes a proper decision but Kirishima responded that they're both beautiful and have different features that make them equally distinctly sexy.

The girls blush at being called beautiful and sexy in such a modest, humble yet sincere manner before they grabbed him and dragged him up to their inn room and throw him on to the bed and try taking off his clothes, both fighting over who gets at him first to prove their superiority. However when they get his pants off, they were shocked by his size, showing he was packing quite the length and girth before getting their act together and proceeding to use their natural, sexual feminine wiles to really get him worked up. Before the rookie adventurer knew it, he found the Elf babes really putting on quite the show for him as they alternated between giving him paizuri and lap dances until Kirishim finally snaps. He could only lay back and endure so much from such a contrasting yet complimentary pair especially with them both naked as well and showing off those amazing bodies of theirs that he simply had to show them first hand how horny they made him.

He was a relentless beast hinting that while he was a rookie in adventuring, he was clearly no virgin slouch when it came to sex as he takes the girls in various different positions such as Shera in cowgirl, missionary to mating press and standing or any sort of position where he can watch her chest bounce in all its firm, juicy glory and Kuroeda was finding herself taken in doggy style prone bone, wheel barrow and other positions which allowed him to watch her booty bounce and make those juicy meatbun cheeks clap like thunder. He wasn't kidding when he claimed both were equally sexy as he was very clearly enjoying their respective best physical assets which they most certainly didn't mind in the slightest. Welcoming each and every orgasm but especially the sensation of him cumming, blowing his generous loads inside them or on them, making their skin tingle with his seed. Getting so horny to the point that the busty and booty elves found themselves becoming very intimate with one another as they kissed and ate one another out, further fueling their libidos in a feedback loop sequence of exquisite pleasure....

In the end, the three collapsed on the bed with the elves calling it a tie, for now anyways as they insisted they'd settle the score sooner or later. Afterwards the three formed a party while they think of a few other people who could stand to join with a man like Mr. R, for theirs was a world filled with exotic women of many species in shapes and sizes. Who could all certainly stand to use the company and prowess of such a virile, sexually gifted chivalrous stud which definitely ensured R was going to be having quite a few sleepless nights. But being the absolute unit of a man he was, he welcomed the challenges which laid ahead....

With filming over, a hidden camera showed a bonus scene of the two elves grabbing Kirishima by his wrists and dragging him off to the dressing room for some extra work, wanting to know their coworker better. After all with having left such a good impression, there was no harm in wanting to get better intimately acquainted with their future regular co-star. Which saw quite the spicy montage sequence playout as Kirishima once more enjoyed Kuroeda's luscious dark skinned booty while Shera gladly welcomed the attention to her perky tits. Making it very clear there was going to be some very good chemistry between the 3 in future scene shoots....

A trailer immediately played hinting at scenes of future adventures and erotic encounters or R and his Elven lady friends promising a quest involving some dragon laying. Yes that spelling and pronunciation was plenty well intentional thank you very much. And more modern society based scenarios of course such as spicy steamy romances between teachers and students. All and all, another visual feast to come compliments of ManaWorld Pictures....

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Sweet as well, Kandi!!

Among Manaworld’s bevy of beauties within its roster, Kandi was a peculiar sort of girl to say the very least given she was such an absolute contrast, a total paradox as it were. She had a sweetness about her but was such a valley girl ditz, a total airhead bimbo unaware of the affect she happened to have on and around men and yet in a way that was her appeal. Hell rumour was what got her a job with Syx was that the elf woman happened to hire her when she came across her in the aftermath of what had apparently been a one night stand encounter with one of the studio bulls. Seems she was just looking to ask him the time and it somehow wound up with ehr banging his brains out in his apartment….

It was the start of a quite fruitful career from that day onward for Kandi as her natural combination of cute and sexy with her personality and looks was a real views and ratings magnet. Her most notable role being fantasy and supernatural themed shoots often as a clueless succubus who in the former genre took up being a cleric and somehow saw nothing wrong with mixing healing magics together with sex. It was this sort of character that our avid viewer finds with the bimbo succubus being escorted by Kirishima in the role of a rogue merc acting as her bodyguard. Who of course was feeling his libido being stirred something fierce by Kandi’s unintentional sensual courtship what with the sway of her curvy form and her outfit exposing so much of sexy body and all.

the bounce of her perky titties, the clapping her bubbly asscheeks snd the glistening sheen of her sweaty skin was getting the sturdy stud all worked up so it didn’t help when they came to rest a tavern that night. And the only room available had one bed which the succubus saw no issue in wanting to share with him and of course his temptation was set to burst like a dam as he slept under the sheets in his boxers that night. With her laying atop him, draping herself all over his muscular from and oh just his luck, she happened to be sleeping in the nude!!! What’s more, if her hands got pretty busy and fidgety while she snoozed, feeling him up as his boxers strained against the rising bulge of his cock becoming erect…

not helping matters was that their neighbours in the next room, a duo of fellow mercs portrayed by Syx and Red, were having some intense, passionate lesbian sex together at the very moment. The scenes shifting back and forth between Kirishima’s skyrocketing arousal and the elf snd pirate babes vigorously 69-ing and scissoring one another. The chemistry very distinct between the pair as their familiarity and intimacy with one another’s bodies really showed more so as they seemed in such a state that having a guy in the mix would only make it even more fun for them. So yeah Kirishima knew he wasn’t going to get any sleep at this rate, he’d be lucky if he could manage to even rub one out!!

Not helping was that Kandi's hands seemed to have a mind of their own and she was quite a mover and talker in her sleep, squirming atop him as she felt him up. More so as her busy hands groped and caressed his crotch before causing his cock to be free from the waistband of his boxers at which point he knew he was now within the other effect Kandi had on men with naive bimbo airhead routine. Once she got you all riled up and down to fuck, you couldn't resist the urge soon as it hit its peak and he found himself pouncing on the succubus cleric. Making her gasp in her sleep as he pinned her down beneath him with the camera getting a good shot of the bedsheets falling to expose their glistening, sweaty bodies with his cock erect and primed to penetrate her gushing wet pussy.

Which he wasted no time in getting right down to it as he did just that and started to pump and thrust deep, fast and hard into the succubu in an intense round of somnophilia. Far as the ditzy cleric girl knew, she was just having a very vivid and lucid naughty dream while her travelling companion made their bed shake and creak, banging against the wall. Which of course got the attention of their neighbours as Syx and Red listened with voyeuristic glee and curiosity, wondering what sort of bull lied just behind this wall as it'd been quite sometime since they enjoyed a nice, big cock together. Idly flicking their beans as they let their horny imaginations run wild before seeing how long they could last before they decided to have themselves a real proper look see.

Back with Kandi and Kirishima of course who continued to go at it with the succubus healer half awake and still thinking she was having quite the dream. Moaning sweetly and cutely as her perky, sexy frame was pressed up against the powerful force of his muscle tank of a body, his length and girth hitting her spots just right as one could make out the bump in her stomach going up and down with every pelvic thrust. All the while he put her through whatever positions he could without fully disturbing her from a missionary into a mating press which then seeped into a sideways spooning and prone bone. Her bubbly booty cheeks jiggling against the impact of his jackhammering hips as her hazy eyes twinkled with lust due to her succubus nature feeding off of the erotic energy of her travelling companion.

But of course he could only restrain himself so much before he soon had her hoisted up into his lap in a seated lotus position, having her bounce and ride on his cock while he grasped that naughty little ass of hers. Kandi's moans louder as she found her wet dream feeling a lot more real in her hazy state of mind while Kirishima used her like a full body onahole to relieve himself of his lust. Only to pause mid-rut as the door to their room suddenly opened, revealing the naked pair of Syx and Veronika who were now down to fuck and clearly liking what they saw of the quite studly rogue having his way with his fellow adventurer. A big cock and he knew when to have his way with a woman, now that was a keeper!!

It was a lucky thing that this unintentional intervention came Kandi's way just as she was almost set to feel an orgasm so intense that it'd cause her to wake up. Laying on the sweat soaked bedsheets as she returned to dreamland while her adventuring partner indulged in Syx and Veronika's eagerness to want to get better acquainted with him via a little threesome action. Which they took back to their room to better let the succubus healer rest properly in some peace and quiet as they fucked deep and long into the night, giving Kirishima his much desired relief and satisfaction. Kandi none the wiser as she woke up in the morning to find him using the shower before she gave him quite a shock by stepping in to share the hot water with him of course.

At breakfast in the inn of course, she later met and was introduced to Syx and Red who were a mage and a swashbuckler respectively and who were offering to provide extra support by joining the duo as fellow travellers. Much to the friendly sex demon's delight while Kirishima was blushing as red as his hair as he knew all too well that the shadow elf and the pirate vixen were seizing a chance to have some more fun with him again like last night. After all, there was no way he could last without feeling blueballed by Kandi lest he do something he might msot certainly regret. But those were of course sroties for another day, pending the next shoots by MWP of course....which Kandi was certainly looking forward to, bless her sweet little heart.

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DAY 4 - SPANKING

Parings: Jake x Fem!avatar

Genre/Warnings: NSFW/MDNI +18, no use of Y/N, SMUT in the end, P in V, spanking, use of pet names (baby girl, sir), dom Jake, age gap, mentor-student relationship (difference in power), one night stand, cheating, mention of Lo'ak x oc, Spider has a crush on her. All characters are AGED-UP.

Summary: Aubree (reader) has just arrived on Pandora, her lifelong dream finally coming true. But a series of misfortunes will lead her to share a passionate moment with the sexy Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya. Starting with a broken shower.

Inside you will find a hint of Lo'ak x OC. Let me know if you would like a version with him as well.

Word Count: 5k

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“So, it is settled? There will be new entries in the AVTR Program. I don’t like the sound of it.” The last part was said in a whisper that Norm heard anyway, thanks to the amplified senses of his Na’vi-like body. “We’re understaffed, Jake. They’re trusted people, among the best minds on Earth, who love this moon just as much as we do.” “You love it so much that you rejected Faanì’s advances,” he chuckled. “That woman terrifies me. She is so…” “Confident, go-getter?” “‘Encroaching, pushy.” “Hey, it’s the Omatikaya ways,” he shrugged his shoulders. “They’re used to being straightforward, and taking what they want.” “Ignoring her isn’t direct enough?” “Evidently, their extreme sincerity doesn’t let them acknowledge the hidden meaning behind your evasiveness. Also, Faanì has several suitors; your coldness will be the reason for her apparent obsession.”“Apparent, really?” “Admit it, you’re at least a little pleased. She’s a stunner, and she’s totally into you. Come on, loosen up a bit. It’s fine to have fun sometimes. You're the last unmated dreamwalker and one of the few who didn't opt for the permanent consciousness transfer. Don’t tell me you’re still thinking about…” His silence was as loud as a scream. “It won’t bring her back. And that's not what she'd have wanted. You know that, right? Anyway, when are they getting here?” “In a week.”

“I thought you would make the first link with your avatar as soon. ”When her fingers touched the cold, metallic handle, she almost exulted. Dusk was fast approaching, and she longed to rid herself of the sticky, humid rainforest heat by jumping into the shower. Her head bent to hold her cell between ear and shoulder, a clipboard wedged under her armpit, and her badge lined up haphazardly toward the lector on the door.

"That's not how it rolls," she said, holding back a chuckle. “They put me through some tests first. Linkage can be risky if you're not in tip-top shape. I was in cryo for six years and woke up on a whole new world. You should know better than me, doc.” The woman on the other end of the phone chortled. “What can I say? I’m a therapist. Mind’s my thing; the rest is in the hands of you geniuses.”

The unlocking beep was covered by the resounding clapping of the paperwork that slipped from under her arm. Great. She rolled her eyes at the ceiling, opening the door and pushing the fallen papers in with one foot. Then she disposed of her purse and badge, leaving them on the shelf at the entrance. Aubree was about to answer her, but her voice lost its importance the moment the trill of an incoming email rose from the small monitor on the desk.

“It’s Max. My exams are ready. Tomorrow's the big day! My avatar's coming out of the incubator and I'm making my first connection.” “Amazing! Go freshen up, grab a good meal, and hit the hay early. Tomorrow’s gonna be a tiring day and the experience of the first link may be traumatic.” “Are you speaking as a friend or a psychologist?” “As both?” “Consider it done, Liv. Rest assured.” “And tomorrow night we’re going to have a momentous hangover. To celebrate.” The scientist smiled. “Doesn’t sound like very professional advice.” “Hey, I've been waiting for you on Pandora for a year! You finally got your doctorate, and you're not gonna party? You're the worst, you know that?” “Technically, I got it six years ago.” “But for you, it’s like it was yesterday. It’s a lot to process. What do you think we therapists are here for?” “Norm’s not gonna be so happy.” She heard her exclaim, “Can’t wait! Tomorrow it is! And eat.” “Aye, aye. See you tomorrow,” she signed off before hanging up.

She huffed as she laid the papers neatly on the desk, went to the bathroom, and hurriedly undressed, opening the jet. As soon as the cold water rained down on her heated skin, she let out a sigh of relief. Aubree hated the hot weather, the bugs, the sweaty clothes. All things she hadn’t considered moving here, but still wouldn’t make a difference. In the summer, on weekdays, she took two showers a day, sometimes one even at night when the mugginess prevented her from sleeping. Occasionally, she wondered where she found the strength to get out of bed at three in the morning to shower.

Out of the blue, as she was soaping her hair, the jet went off. She tried to turn it back on a couple of times, before walking out of the stall cursing, grabbing a towel to rub her skin and hair. Then she put on the first thing that came her way and left the room at a brisk pace. She refused to skip her beloved evening shower.

The girl walked down the long corridor until it opened onto the link beds wing, where she knew she would find Norm. And indeed, there he was, emerging from his pod; a tired expression painted on his face. Waiting for him, besides the medical team, was a tall Na’vi in warrior garb who struggled to keep his back straight because of his size. Just further away, another pair of natives who appeared noticeably younger, her peers presumably, but equally warriors judging by the cummerbund that wrapped around their ribcage. They whispered and nudged each other while laughing at something only they knew.

Their somber vociferation was abruptly ceased at the entrance of the girl, who, if she had not been so stymied, would have noticed the astonished stares and the sudden muteness filling the room. With the soles of her bare feet flapping in stride, her hair glossy with shampoo, her clothes clinging to the non-dry skin and showing off more than they should, and a livid expression, she planted herself in front of Norm, who stared at her with some embarrassment and intimidation, although the woman was noticeably smaller than him.

And the same could have been said for poor Jake, who tried to focus on everything else as long as he did not look down at her cleavage. The damp fabric not only perfectly outlined her breasts but also highlighted her air-conditioned nipples. The darker areolas showing through the white material, pointing at him like a pair of eyes.

“Norm.” She called caustically, and for a moment Jake swore he sensed him trembling under the accusatory tone with which she pronounced his name. Shit, he himself had felt an electric shock run down his spine and pour into his lower abdomen. "This is the third time in two weeks," she accused, arms crossed, foot tapping. That simple gesture lifted her chest just enough to knock the corporal’s breath away, the loincloth getting tighter and tighter. She was a sassy one. ”Something's definitely wrong with the hydraulics. We can't keep this up.”

At those words for a moment, the man felt pulled in, as if she was referring to his own plumbing problem. Well hidden between his legs, thank goodness.

“We will arrange it.” “We’d better.” At that point, Jake cleared his throat to signal that, yes, he was still there. “Um, Aubree, this is Jake Sully. Jake, Aubree Young, our fresh addition to the Avatar Program.” “Aubree, the PhD student. Nice to meet you.” She had to suppress a groan hearing the syllables of her name roll across his tongue; it was almost like feeling them tickle her back, spoken in that muted, persuasive voice. The girl was petrified under his impassive gaze (Jake was a talented actor); she had seen him portrayed several times. He was practically a rock star, but he didn’t look so handsome in pictures, which just didn’t do him justice — especially to those eyes. He extended his large hand toward her, however, she responded by bringing two fingers to the center of her forehead to draw an arc, bowing in respect. “Olo’eyktan, smon nìprrte’ (nice to meet you).”

Fuck, did she have to bow like that? From that angle, he could see her bosom in all its youthful splendor. A woman in her prime. Deliciously round and full against the thin material.

“Holy shit!” burst out a voice behind them. Spider. “What the heck happened to you?”

Like a bucket of ice water, finally, the revelation of her scant coverage crashed over her. She looked down at her body, realizing that she had her breasts basically sticking out, and a muffled sigh left her lips. In a magnanimous gesture, a colleague offered her his gown, which she fastened onto the very last button, mortified.

The lips of the Na’vi boy with the shaved right side of his head tensed in a thin grin, and a subtle — or rather, sadistic — gleam animated his eyes, not even deigning to move them from just below her face. “You do seem to have a conflictual relationship with underwear,” he subtilized wryly. Aubree wished the floor would have swallowed her all: she had forgotten her bra. “Lo’ak!” the other two Na’vi called back to him in unison, and he turned away without showing the slightest touch. “We’ve raised you better than that.” Jake wished he could have been more severe in his rebuke, but it was undeniable that his little dig had affected him.

What did he mean by that? The girl had a habit of publicly displaying herself in such an… unbecoming way? More likely she was just a hothead. Annoyance had driven her out of her room in that attire.

“Still the broken shower,” Spider guessed. “Yeah,” in all her awkwardness, still a hint of irritation shone through from the young woman’s mumbling. “My offer is still on the table until things get sorted.” "Thanks, but I don't want to be a burden. Liv said I can shower at her place. Anyway, Norm, please do me a favor and find a solution.” The man nodded, sensing more than well what she implied: ‘For your sake and peace of mind.’ She would haunt him until her bathroom was repaired.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Liv blocked a forkful halfway through to look up at her. ”I’d prefer that, trust me.” “Did you show up in front of the olo’eyktan and his sons drenched from head to toe, and with your tits out?” “I didn’t have my tits out!” “They weren’t in place either, though.” Her friend sighed, chewing quietly. “So, what do you plan to do?” “Ignore it?” ”Acting like it didn't happen won't make it go away.” “I will not humiliate myself further by going to apologize. I won't have many chances to meet with them, anyway.” “Probably not the clan leader or his eldest. But Lo’ak…” the tone in which she mentioned him did not please the doctoral student at all. “Speak.” ”He's a total jerk. He'll make your life a living hell after that. Avoid him at all costs.”

Aubree could add nothing else, not sure she could trust her voice as she settled what a mess she had just gotten herself into. She had come to Pandora to chase her dream, to make a difference and find her place in the universe, not to be gratuitously humiliated and mocked by an overgrown kid. No way she would allow that, not at twenty-seven.

With the addition of avatars as potential new clan members among the Omatikaya, a new rite of passage emerged - the Introduction. In general, it was comparable to the period when native adolescents were ready to embark on the path of rebirth. A night festival was dedicated to them in which dreamwalkers presented themselves to the people. It had been unofficially established for a few years now and usually coincided with the avatar’s optimal body mastery. It had taken Aubree a couple of weeks, a period when Lo’ak had not exactly spared her from prying and equivocal jokes and glances, but now that she was officially an avatar in training to become Omatikaya, things could only get worse.

Lo’ak was her assigned mentor.

To describe that being formed by the youngest Sully son was awful was an understatement. It was pure torture.His sole purpose was to torment her from the moment she stepped outside Hell’s Gate until the moment she put it back in. From sunrise to sunset, seven days a week - excluding a few sporadic days of freedom. Usually spent doing the work for which she had come to Pandora. Studying.

Fatigue marked her face to where it was impossible not to notice, and Lo’ak was keen to let her know he had noticed.

“Trouble sleeping, princess? Did they stick a pea under your mattress? Or maybe you had a wild night out. Bummer I couldn’t be there. I wouldn't mind seeing those pretty little boobies again.”

Asshole.

One day, dealing with the guy had become particularly untenable. Aubree needed to do something, and fast.

She interrupted the day's training and rushed back to headquarters to confront Norm and the olo'eyktan. Too bad the latter intercepted her first.

“Wuo-oh-oh, what’s going on here? Where you off to?” “I can’t take it anymore,” she confessed, almost breathlessly. “Your son is...is...” She would have had many unkind epithets to call him, one meaner than the other, convinced that Lo’ak deserved them all, from first to last, but in front of his father, she bit her tongue, merely grunting. “Lo’ak can be... difficult,” he said it as if an entire ecosystem was encapsulated in that simple word. And to some extent, it fulfilled its purpose, but simultaneously, it fell short. “What if we switch places?” “Excuse me?” “Since things aren’t going smoothly between the two of you, I’ll mentor you from now on.”

That was the beginning of the end.

*

Jake was a good karyu (teacher). Patient and understanding, aware of Aubree’s limited physical abilities. The girl was not a soldier; she was a lab rat, a bookworm, and going too hard on training made no sense. The man had a kindness towards her he had never shown, even to his daughters. Almost too permissive, and this made the Ph.D. student forget he was not just anyone. 

Jake was the olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya.

This made her bold and overconfident. The formal tone disappeared with his title, replaced by more casual conversations, banters, and wry remarks. Sometimes even unmistakable glances. The boundaries of their teacher-student relationship were blurring into something unknown and dangerous. It was unseemly for Aubree to have a crush on him.

The girl took pains to hide her true emotions. He was a committed man; she repeated to herself, complete with children, and he was at least twice her age. She couldn't help but think about the man's age, which was old enough to be her father. But damn, she had never seen a hotter dad. He was smoking hot.

Shit, stop it right NOW.

“Are you still with me?” “Pardon?” “Stop daydreaming. Let's be honest, you do it often. It doesn’t work. Not if you aspire to be one of us.”

One of them. She wondered if she had what it took to give up her humanity. She shouldn’t desire someone else’s man to begin with.

“Let’s get back into position. Back straight, one foot back, hold your breath and draw your bow.” Jake stood behind her. “Your arms are too stiff.” His hands slipped from her shoulders and reached for her pelvis to turn it properly, but that made her gasp. He frowned as if to scold her for losing her posture. 

He seemed to be in a foul mood today. The usual patience he seemed to reserve for her was gone. Aubree couldn’t see the growing frustration that had been eating at him since he had met her. She had no inkling of the thoughts that were gnawing at his soul. His mind kept wandering to the forbidden scenarios he dreamed up. Fantasies he should not have had, not about her. He was about to say something biting, but when he saw her face, the words vanished.

She had shiny round eyes, blushing cheeks and nose, and inviting parted lips. A purplish hue was about to invade her neck. 

If he had kept staring, she would have seen him coming for sure. Instead, he ran right into her. With barely a rustle in the air, he forcefully lifted her face with his hand and imprinted his mouth onto hers. She stumbled backward, her head slamming against the tree bark. The impact left her momentarily dazed and a sharp pain shot through her skull. Closing her eyes or making any movement was impossible, as he had a vice-like grip on her cheek and neck. She tried to wriggle out of that almost grotesque contact. 

What was it? A kiss? His lips were sealed, his body tense against hers and his forehead contracted. The grip mean. She pushed him away harder with the sudden urge to scream at him and finally broke away. She caught a flash of something in his eyes. Perhaps it was anger and welcomed it as a reflection of her own. The hand snapped automatically, and the acute pop on his cheek was as liberating as the burning in her palm. Aubree did not speak, still furious, and Jake took a few seconds to turn his face toward her.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” he said, seemingly calm despite his clenched jaw and flashing gaze. She dared not answer, which only caused a sinister smile to cripple the man’s handsome face. “You’re in big trouble, baby girl.”

“Where are we?” ”The old shack." “But you said—.” “I know what I said,” he snapped. She bit her lip to stifle any giggles and we entered the abandoned, silent mobile laboratory, uncertain whether to say anything. Suddenly, the boldness she had had up to that moment seemed to disappear under the flickering neon light of the links section.

Aubree took courage and ventured to lift her head. It was like flipping a switch. The tension grew, and the door leading to the food court opened. At least a dozen scenes played out in slow motion in her mind, as they looked at each other reflected in the mirrored wall that outlined one side of the small room. But Jake didn’t look intent on taking her there. Not right away, at least.

Why wasn’t he talking? His lips were tight and his posture tense. Perhaps she had misinterpreted and was not attracted to her.

In silence, they reached one last door, which must have been broken down, because Jake had to force it open. He stepped aside to let her in, and with a hint of anxiety, she stepped forward into the dimly lit interior. The woman could distinguish a couch, a series of monitors on the wall, a few photos. The sound of the door closing behind her made her jerk, and she turned toward him, truncating him, already watching her.

“Jake.” Was he not going to turn on the light?

He approached her with an indecipherable expression, her heart beat faster in her chest, but she sighed with relief when she smelled his scent again. A million questions clogged her throat.

“Jake.” “Hmm?” “Do you want me?” she asked him in a thread of voice. His lips brushed her forehead, and she felt him smile in the darkness. “If I want you...” he said, leaving the sentence hanging. He grabbed her by the arm, making her turn around, and pushed her against the door. Then he made her body cling to his and whispered in her ear, “You’re having fun, aren’t you, little girl?” She felt goose bumps forming where his breath blew. “Doing what?” she asked, resting her head against the metal surface of the door. “To challenge me,” he said, rubbing his lips on her neck in an imaginary path. “That’s all you’ve been doing since I met you.”  His rough voice was setting her on fire. “In that little white dress, without a bra, I’ve been thinking about it for days.” “I thought Na’vi didn’t mind nudity,” she provoked him. 

I’m not Na’vi.

Jake closed his hands over her breasts and in response she bent her neck back, parting her lips to gather more oxygen. He lifted his arm, but before she could touch him, he grabbed both her wrists and locked them above her head. Then his lips were on her again, more firmly this time. She could distinctly feel the contours, the softness, the moist saliva that impregnated them. He found a flap under her earlobe and took it between his teeth, sucking lasciviously; Aubree stifled a moan and tried to move against him. It was not enough for her; she wanted more, much more. The fire was raging.

“Come,” he said, barely moving away. “Huh?” she mumbled, confusedly. He detached himself from her without letting go of her wrists and guided her to the sofa he had been eyeing earlier. Aubree would have liked to look at his face to see what he was up to, but she dared not to talk back. “Hands on the backrest.” The authoritative tone, the deep voice, left no room; this was the Olo’eyktan speaking. She swallowed and slowly placed her palms on the solid cushions. “Bend over,” he ordered again, and she shuddered as a strange instinct was surfacing within her. The scientist obeyed silently and turned her head, resting her left cheek, surely flushed, on the fabric. She could feel her heart pulsing against her rib cage and the edge of the couch pressing against her sternum. 

She felt his hands curve over her hips and slide down to the fastening of her shorts. “From now on, these clothes are banned. You wanna be Omatikaya? Be Omatikaya.” With a powerful tug, he pulled them down. Aubree distinctly heard the fibers tearing. “You can keep these instead,” he asserted, running his fingers along the fabric of her lace panties. The woman held her breath as his icy fingers caressingly furrowed the flesh of her bottom.

As he thought about it, Jake realized that the delicate fiber and intricate designs of Earth women's lingerie were something he missed.

“No shenanigans to throw? You are so quiet,” he provoked her, and she exhaled an eager giggle. “On the other hand, you are talkative, sir.”

A harsh, searing pain shot through her the moment his hand spanked her; the air choked in her throat and she squinted. She licked her dry lips and let out a hiss.

“Say my name,” he ordered peremptorily, and she realized he had done it on purpose. He wanted her to answer him so that he could continue. Aubree didn’t really know the direction she was going, but she heard how a voice called to her like a muse. “Ma’olo’eyktan?” she ventured, and clenched her jaw, wincing at his second slap. She felt the vibration of his palm transmit throughout her body and the girl had no more doubts. The rush of glee that had electrified her brain was caused precisely by him. “Mr. Sul—.” He changed angles swiftly and she could not hold back the trembling moan that rang out perfectly clear in the silence. His hand caressed the burning skin and bent over her. “Don’t hold back,” he told her before another clapper echoed through the air. Her legs trembled, and this time, her cunt pulsed in response. Aubree moved her arms and clutched the edges of the pillows, searching for any foothold as she felt lost in a completely unfamiliar ocean of dire pleasure. 

The fifth spank made her neck tense, and her lips twisted into a mute and perfect O, still trying to suppress any sound. She waited for a handful of seconds for his hand, which did not come, and relaxed her muscles. The pop came unexpectedly and louder than the previous ones. She groaned, caught by surprise.

She heard him click his tongue and his feet spread her legs; the embarrassment of being totally exposed suddenly rained down on her, but she could not move a muscle. His hand slipped between her thighs and peeled back the texture of her thong; his fingers grazed her glistening intimacy, and he moved them slowly, before slipping one in with disarming ease. She opened her eyes wide at that single touch and moaned even louder.

“Oh, come on, I barely grazed you...” his voice was hoarse, mocking, and he went deeper, beginning to kiss her back. Aubree hated the camisole that separated his lips from her skin. Her thoughts now disconnected, and arched her spine as she reached an exceptionally sensitive spot.

“Jake, please,” she gasped, and he bit her shoulder, now completely spread-eagled on her. Aubree sensed his erection pressing against her thigh and levered her arms up. She couldn’t take it anymore. She forced him up and turned away, ignoring the dizziness that rose from that sudden movement.

It must have surprised him, because he did not react immediately. She looked at him, scarcely illuminated by the moonlight glow peeking through the window. He was so handsome it was sickening. Taking his face in her hands, she kissed him, pushing him backward toward the couch. He grabbed her neck with his hand and pulled her away, stiffening. She could not look into his eyes, but she could hear his breath catch.

What was he thinking about? Were the kisses too intimate? Was this something reserved for Neytiri? He could fuck others like concubines, but he couldn’t romance? Was he going to punish her again?

She would never have known, but a few seconds later, it no longer mattered; Jake fiercely brought his mouth together with hers. His warm tongue explored the watery interior, the groove of teeth, rubbing against its twin. He took her head in his hands and she felt as light as a balloon, as if she had been drugged. She encircled him with her arms to hold him close, but the man reversed the situation and she found herself lying on the couch.

He stood for a few seconds and she looked down at her without a word as he unbuckled his warrior waistband, then abandoned on the floor somewhere. He was on top of her and Aubree soured on his scent, kissing any spot she could reach, hearing him swear at the loincloth.

His movements became eager. He carelessly slipped off her panties and spread her legs apart, tracing her body with his palms and then bringing her wrists over her head. The man entered her all the way, without warning, and she stifled a gasping sob in response to his choked sigh; he took a fast, pounding rhythm right away and the slight initial discomfort soon vanished. She encircled his waist with her legs, pinning him against her, without registering that her thong was sagging to her ankle, and tried to go at him with her pelvis.

Each mighty thrust was a jab into the bowels and then invest a violent sensation of enjoyment. The scientist murmured something incoherent as she felt the thrusts become erratic; he bent over her, felt her labored breath in his hair and branded her neck with the outline of his canines. She emitted a hoarse wail and realized she was close.

“Let m-my ... arms,” sounded more like a plea. The desire to hold him had become irresistible and disruptive. “Forget it. Come for me, baby girl.” The arching sound of that nickname set her on fire permanently. Liquid waves swept over her, clouding her thoughts, and her vocal cords made it inexorably clear, echoing through the hall like an echo.

He sank into her again, two, three, four strokes, before emitting a low moan and coming out of her, spilling onto her belly.

Aubree could not tell how long they stood listening to each other’s heart relaxed. Jake slumped to her side, releasing her wrists, and she brought a hand between his dark dreadlocks: they were softer and smoother than one might imagine. As she re-emerged from that velvet bamboozlement, she felt him rise from her. 

Noises came from somewhere in the old, abandoned workshop. Then his figure came back into her field of vision, leaning over her to gently clean her abdomen. The woman was grateful because she felt as if sucked out of all energy. 

She had not felt so deeply fulfilled in a very long time and wanted to enjoy that feeling to the fullest.

“You good to go back to HQ on your own?” he asked her, finishing removing his traces from her, breaking the magic. “Yes,” she murmured in a whisper, slightly intimidated and incredibly embarrassed now that reality was shattering over her.

It had been a quickie, a onetime thing consummated with the urgency of provocation getting the better on common sense.

Jake was Olo’eyktan, a family man with a spouse to whom he owed his devotion. An episode like that would never happen again, and Aubree clung to it as if that memory was worth her life.

The memory of the day she had really gotten into big, big trouble.

Notes: this fanfic did not turn out at all as I had wished, it should have been much longer, with a richer storyline, but I wanted to share it with you anyway. Hope you liked it💕

Special thanks to @pandoraslxna for the prompt!

[soft-doorwoman]

Ya, ya

I'm the drama

Ziggy-ziggy-zag, I'm new

'Cause I go biggie, biggie, bad, it's true

날카로운 눈 안에 비친 toxic

내 본능을 당겨 zoom

Hold up, what? (Oh, my God)

You say, what? (다쳐 넌)

You better watch out

우린 이미 거센 boom

달려가고 있어 vroom

I li-li like me when I roll

Li-li-like me when I'm savage

Li-li-like me when I go

Li-li-likie when I baddest (uh-huh)

Hold up 빛을 따라서 (mm)

달아 다 다 달려나가 run

Go finally, ra-ta-ta-ta (다, 다)

다음 세계를 열어 난

One, two, it's time to go

후회 없어 난 맞서 난 깨버렸지

날 따라서 움직일 rules

손끝으로 세상을 두드려 움직여

Yeah, I'm coming

I bring, I bring all the

Drama-ma-ma-ma (hey, hey)

I bring drama-ma-ma-ma (hey, hey)

With my girls in the back

Girls in the back

Drama

Trauma-ma-ma-ma (hey, hey)

I break trauma-ma-ma-ma (hey, hey)

With my world in the back

나로 시작되는 drama (all that)

Drama-ma-ma-ma (bring it that)

Drama-ma-ma-ma

With my girls in the back

Girls in the back, yeah (I break)

Trauma-ma-ma-ma (we them)

Trauma-ma-ma-ma

With my world in the back

나로 시작되는 drama (drama)

Drama-ma-ma-ma

Drama-ma-ma-ma (three, two, one)

Drama-ma-ma

You know I've been kind of like

One, two, three (yeah, yeah)

깜짝 놀랄 다음 scene (what? What?)

키를 거머쥔 주인공은 나 (uh)

Four, three, two, going down 쉽게 through (yeah)

Deja vu 같이 그려지는 이미지

날 굳이 막지 말아 이건 내 drama

도발은 굳이 안 막아

Uh, I'm a stunner

One, two, it's time to go

타오르는 날 (타는 날)

느껴 난 and I love it

새로워지는 rules

난 눈을 떠 (두 눈을 떠)

시작된 걸 (넌) 알아 (now)

It's coming

I bring, I bring all the

Drama-ma-ma-ma

I bring drama-ma-ma-ma

With my girls in the back

Girls in the back

Drama

Trauma-ma-ma-ma

I break trauma-ma-ma-ma

With my world in the back

나로 시작되는 drama

Into the real world

다가온 climax 두려워하지 마 (whoa)

You and I (oh, yeah)

함께 써 내려가는 story (oh, yeah)

날 가로막았던 no (oh)

한계를 뛰어 넘어 every day

Oh, I'ma make it my way

Out of the way, yeah (oh, yeah)

I bring, I bring all the

Drama-ma-ma-ma (hey, hey)

I bring drama-ma-ma-ma (oh, oh-oh-oh)

With my girls in the back

Girls in the back

Drama

Trauma-ma-ma-ma (trauma-ma-ma-ma, hey, hey)

I break trauma-ma-ma-ma (trauma-ma-ma-ma, hey, hey)

With my world in the back

나와 함께하는 drama (all that)

you know, I'm savage

(Hey) 거침없는 baddest

(Hey) 나를 둘러싼 thrill

(Hey) 거친 여정 속의 drama (drama-ma-ma)

내가 깨트릴 모든 trauma (drama-ma-ma)

지금 시작되는 drama

Ya, ya

너로 시작될 my drama

"ooh,you sing so well! It brightened my day,thank you!"

She claps her hands,then gives you thumbs up

[pyropsychiccollector]

Akari: (❋•‿•❋)*** I don't like this. Yukiko: *huffs* I know. >_< But what can we do? Rinka: *organizing Nagisa's desk area; leaving his lesson plans untouched like he preferred, but otherwise keeping the desk tidy and arranging the parent-teacher conferences for next week, on top of keeping him well-stocked on supplies and maintaining his schedule for the week* ... Akari: (❋•‿•❋)********* Yukiko-chaaan, she's literally a Super Nanny...!!! Yukiko: n___n;;;;;;;; Koro-sensei told her that she's a jack-of-all-trades... Plus, she's pretty much as selfless as Nagisa-kun. I think it's natural she pursued the path of being Nagisa's personal assistant... Akari: ٩(๑ `н´๑)۶ The first day I get some time off from filming, and I'm not allowed to help Nagisa in the classroom!? That's just not fair...! Yukiko: >_<*** I know, Akari-chan, I know... But Rinka-chan IS highly qualified. We should be... happy... for Nagisa-kun's success. ... A-And Rinka-chan's, of course. n___n*** Akari: ≖‿≖*** She seems laser-focused on the desk. I'm going for it. *slinks toward the exit of the faculty lounge* Rinka: *without looking up from her work* Sit back down, Akari. You still have your visitor's badge revoked from the last stunt you pulled. Principal Asano doesn't want another report about you. Akari: (╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ) HOW!? Are you a psychic or have eyes in the back of your head!? Rinka: You talk too loud. (╬≖_≖) *still moving stuff around on Nagisa's desk methodically and with purpose* Besides, drama class isn't until this afternoon. Even if you wanted to, you'd just distract the kids. (╬≖_≖)(╬≖_≖)(╬≖_≖)(╬≖_≖)(╬≖_≖) Akari: ٩(๑ `н´๑)۶ I just wanna play Santa, Rinka!!!!! Principal Asano doesn't HAVE to know...! Rinka: *casually holds up a dart gun, training it on Akari without looking up at her* You sit back down, or I'll help you take a nap, myself. (╬≖_≖) Akari: *sags in defeat* ... You're a butt, y'know that? (╬≖_≖) Rinka: It's exam week. *as if that explains the universe* (╬≖_≖) Yukiko: Um... Principal Asano lets you carry around firearms? n___n;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; Rinka: *deadpans* It's exam week. (╬≖_≖) Akari: I'll bet she smuggled that thing in, the phony. (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) Rinka: *casually flashes handler's permit while still diligently working, then repockets it* Principal Asano knows I don't act unless absolutely necessary. Besides. You'd only be out for a few hours. I'm not allowed to use the high quality tranquilizers. I lost the negotiations with the Principal. >___> He's good. Akari: Σ('◉⌓◉’) Yukiko: I'm pretty sure that's always been the case? n___n;;;;;;;;;; The fact he allowed one of his staff to carry a firearm of any kind is a bit...? n___n;;; Rinka: We're E-Class. *as if that explains the universe* Akari: So!? Like anything can be worse than the year we went through...! (╬ಠ益ಠ) Rinka: Sato-kun's mother attempted to make her burn down the campus five months ago. Akari and Yukiko: ......... Rinka: For getting a 98 on a pop quiz. Akari and Yukiko: (⊙▂⊙✖ ) Rinka: Times may change, but some families out there are pretty messed up still. (╬≖_≖) Principal Asano just wants some preventative measures in place. Student safety is HIGH on his priorities. *nod nod* Not to mention Nagisa's. Yukiko: *weakly raises an index finger in objection* ... B-But Nagisa-kun has the Stunner Clap...? n___n;;;;;;;;; Rinka: Yep. Nagisa does. I don't. *files some papers* Akari: ... *grumbles sourly* ٩(๑ `н´๑)۶ Yukiko: ... W-Well, Akari-chan's badge is revoked, but mine should still be functional? n___n;;; Akari: Σ('◉⌓◉’) *staring at Yukiko like she kicked her puppy* Rinka: You walk out that door, you're taking a nap on the floor. (╬≖_≖) Yukiko: But...! Σ('◉⌓◉’) Rinka: It's exam week. *as if that explains the universe* Yukiko: ... *joins Akari in the corner, mushrooms growing out of their heads*

[thewholecrew]

@headstrongblake​ said: [ smudge ] sender cleans lipstick off receiver's face / kass & o

     the first and most important get together she had once she’d successfully moved into her apartment was a girls night, a sleepover in her living room with octavia, liv, willow and alec (who didn’t mind being lumped in as one of the girls). she’d planned the whole night with the help of alec who came over earlier to set up everything. turning the couch into a pullout bed which was decorated in all her blankets and pillows, helped set up the snacks and even offered to make them dinner but kassy decided to just order for the group of them. she’d let them all agree on what to get and was more than happy when they all just agreed to pizza. 

     now they sat paired off somewhat around the living room, make up scattered around the bed and floor with legally blonde playing in the background. it was a classic and after they’d finish watching that it was octavia’s turn to choose a movie. kassy sat with her legs crossed in front of octavia as she had her best friend close her eyes while she finished her eye make up. deep greens that blended into a sharp black pointed eyeliner which had the green of her eyes pop! but now it was time to decide what lipstick to choose. “hmmm.... see i’m debating between like maybe a glossy rich brown..... or.... do we think just a regular gloss would look better?” she tapped the lipstick tube to her own lips as the other girls (and alec) crowded around to decide. 

     “let me pull up some inspo online!” willow exclaimed as she scrolled through her phone, the thing massive in her tiny hands but it was mostly the giant case that was in the shape of a pink teddy bear. “hmmm... oohhh, there’s also a soft rose colour look.... or do you have a dark green lipstick?” she asked and kassy laughed, “oh honey i’ve got everything you can possibly imagine -- except for foundation to match your colour,” she pointed out with a lazy grin. that, the girls had to bring their own of. “let’s try..... the rose one first, start with light then go dark... what do you think?” she asked octavia who was simply just resting her chin where kassy cupped her face as she examined her. 

     with o game for trying any and everything, kassy grinned, first starting with the rose colour, “pucker up buttercup,” she teased before delicately putting on the lipstick. once it was finished she carefully wiped a small bit from just under octavia’s lip then it was perfect. “there, alright ladies what do we think?” they all agreed she was gorgeous, there was no doubting that but, “maybe try the dark brown?” alec asked a little hesitantly before the others agreed. “yeah i’m thinking this is a good soft look but baby we want to take pictures so smokin’ you’ll have every boy drooling over you.”

     with the makeup removing wipe she again carefully wiped it off octavia’s lips, “girl you have some nice ass lips, so soft,” she complimented as her thumb brushed over them to make sure they were clean of the last lipstick. “alright, the brown!” she said, holding her hand out as liv placed it into her hand, the girls all giggling as she then got back to work. this one was definitely more of a gloss, the matte colour looking too dry. leaning back, the exclaimation from the girls and alec were much more enthusiastic, “omg octavia you’re so hot!” willow squealed as alec and liv nodded in agreement. “muuuch better, so much more seductive,” kassy purred as she released o’s chin. 

     “now, you can take pictures of us of course but we’re taking some of you first. now... go try on that outfit you were eyeing in my closet and lets take some steamy ones that’ll make a certain someone regret being such a damn idiot.” as octavia hopped off the bed kassy couldn’t help give her a playful swat to her butt as willow clapped her hands excitedly. with a hand cupped to her lips kassy then called out to her, “you’re a stunner, bitch! and don’t you forget it!”

[sportsnewsofficial]

Axar Patel makes Hardik Pandya clap like a kid after taking screamer to dismiss Rachin Ravindra

The 31-year-old India National Cricket Team all-rounder Axar Patel took an absolute stunner to dismiss the 25-year-old New Zealand National Cricket Team batter Rachin Ravindra on Sunday, March 2. Star all-rounder Hardik Pandya was absolutely delighted looking at Axar Patel pull off a screamer to dismiss the Kiwi opener during the last group stage match of the ICC Champions Trophy 2025 at the…

[candy-floss-crazy]

Tales Of Misadventures A few year ago I started importing lights from a German company. They were based at a little village called Waakirchen in Southern Germany, not far from Munich. The first order I picked up was for about 5K worth. So being the initial order I decided to drive down and collect them. The Munchen Oktoberfest was on at the time, so I decided to go for a few days and visit the event. A good mate of mine told me he would come with me so I booked a crossing from Hull, the plan being to drive the 1200 kilometers over the first day. At the time I had a little clapped out Nissan Cherry. It was that bad when my dad bought it, that my mother wouldn't ride in it. I loved it, it was like a little rally car, I ended up spreading it up the A1 just outside the Metro Centre in a 6 car pile up. A Pile Of Cash Now a the time, being young, and skint, I didn't have the money readily available to pay for these lights. So the deal with my customer was that he put the money in the bank before I left. As we were loading up the car to set off, he turned up in person, apologised for not loading my bank account for me, and gave me a bag with the cash in. I shoved it under the seat and we set off. Arrival In Deutschland And Cool Fräuleins. When we arrived in Munich, we had a bit of trouble finding an hotel. The fact that the cities biggest event was in full swing meaning hotel rooms were in short supply, hadn't occurred to us. We eventually managed to find a doss house in a seedy part of the city. I admit when we got in the room and it was decorated with what would now be termed LGBT posters, and the leaflet on the bed had times for the live sex shows in the hotel we were a bit perturbed, but hey, two single lads we were out on the town. We found a rather nice little bar, pretty much empty but we had just drove 1200 KM and needed a drink. The two barmaids were absolute stunners, tall blond Aryan goddesses. I had learnt some pidgeon German, you know how to order a beer, tell a girl she had beautiful eyes, that sort of thing. So I hit them with the full charm, like focused laser beams, thought it would knock them bandy. Bloody nothing, not even a smile. FFS we were going to have our work cut out here. I know they were supposed to be cool and Teutonic and all, but this was icily arctic. By now the bar had filled up, when I turned round and actually took notice, it was full of young men sat kissing each other. Aah, perhaps the barmaids lack of response was for a reason. After a bit of a pub crawl we headed off to our hotel. The Oktoberfest At the time, it was widely considered that the continental fairground attractions were a few years ahead of the best the UK had to offer. When we hit the Oktoberfest, we realised they were a couple of decades in front. Everything was just, bigger, faster, moderner, better decorated. We had a full day there, including sampling their beer served in those bloody Steins, jeez, its a wonder they are not a nation of alcoholics. After we had our fill, of the Oktoberfest and the beer. We headed back to the hotel. I had parked our car out the front of it, and just as we set off to the festival, I had opened the boot to retrieve my coat. Setting off back I put my hand in my pocket and realised I no longer had the keys. I asked Matthew if I had given them to him, I hadn't as it turns out, I had left them in the lock of the boot. A bloody car thieves Christmas present. With 5K of someone else's money under the drivers seat. Feeling sick as a parrot we got back in double time, to find the car still there, with a note under the windscreen wiper saying, "Found your keys, left them in the pub over the road!", in English to boot. Imagine if that had been say Sunderland. There would have been a note on the empty parking space saying found your keys left your car in the river Wear thanks for the cash. Adolf And The SS We successfully collected the lights and stuff without further incident. As we weren't in a hurry we had a more leisurely drive back towards Holland. Coming across a really small rest stop, we decided to have a quick drink. We parked up and went to the two ladies manning it. They were rather abrupt and told us that they didn't in fact open for 20 minutes. An elderly gent sitting at a nearby table asked us if we wanted a drink. When we nodded he gestured for us to follow him. Being 17 and a bit naive we did so. He took us to a house over the road and down into the basement. Which happened to be a fully kitted out bar, something that would put some commercial establishments to shame. He poured us all a beer. While Matthew was trying to make small talk with the guy, I wandered around the room. One wall was covered in photos and I was interested to see them. When I got close up, it turns out they were all framed pictures of Adolf Hitler with groups of SS men. The largest photo had Adolf stood with a young officer. I couldn't be certain but it looked a little like the guy who had brought us down there. Having recently seen the film Boys from Brazil, and in my teenage imagination expecting a guy with a dentists drill to pop out any minute. I hurried Matthew along, thanked our host and we lived to tell the tale. Took All This Lot For A Holiday Did We Sir When we reached dear old blighty, we disembarked the ferry and set off towards the immigration sheds. Now, if you have ever done this, you will know there are two lanes. Goods to declare, and nothing to declare. I promptly drove into the nothing to declare side. An officer stopped me with a wave of his hand. "Are you aware sir, that this is the nothing to declare lane." all very polite and congenial. "I certainly am officer", says I with my most respectful grin. Now I should say at this point, that the pile of equipment we had purchased whilst in Germany filled the car to the roof. In fact the seats were pushed as far forward as they would go so we could fit everything in. "So you have nothing to declare son, is that correct?" he retorted. "Yup" says I. "Oh, so you have taken this lot for a holiday to the Oktoberfest have you, Bloody well pull over there and don't move till I come see you", well, his politeness didn't last. We sat there for the best part of an hour whilst everybody else disembarked. When he finally came to see us he had a more authoritarian attitude. "Now son, would you like to explain why you don't think you have anything to declare when your car is full to the gunnals?" "Yes says I meekly, here is my receipt, as you can see I paid VAT in Germany for everything, and as their rate is higher than ours, I don't need to pay you, sir" Oh his face was a picture, he basically told us to piss off home. Munich Oktoberfest Read the full article

[heartfullofswords]

hi this seems fun 😁

exactly this time last year! my online bsf was going through nct brainrot and then i watched hwaiting and yangyang's grin got to me 😭 and ten liking the sour drink so real honestly!! my first song was baggy jeans i believe

my dream and wayv biases have remained the same, yangyang (as the user suggests) and renjun. my 127 bias was mark but now is jungwoo! (still very obsessed with mark however) also I'm only now getting into wish but yushi <33

nct 127: whiplash, love on the floor, walk, vitamin, nct dream: sos, night poem, better than gold, wayv: she a wolf, rodeo, call me, phantom, poppin love, nectar, nct wish: dunk shot, songbird, nct u: call d, baby don't stop, zoo, 90s love, faded in my last song, make a wish, solos: flamin' hot lemon, can't get you, golden hour, water, dangerous, 200, bambola

j, on my youth, give me that, istj, walk, ten (stunner will most likely be added to this list once it drops lmao)

frequency, 2 baddies, dreamscape

so i haven't really been here for a lot of eras 😭 but give me that and dreamscape! the wayv mafia game and rainbow dream stay especially

no for the next few questions unfortunately :( india doesn't really exist on a lot of tour maps lmao

ok this is completely random lore but I kinda got my nine year old brother into some of their songs as well (his favourite is cherry bomb and he gets very upset that I don't clap after the if you're happy and you know it line). to avoid sleeping one night he started narrating a full fanfic where for some reason yangyang showed up to our house? and he then becomes wayv's seventh member? kids are weird but definitely very memorable 😭

nctzen tag 2025 ⟡ ࣪ ˖

since it's a new year and i've been seeing new faces on here recently (myself included) i thought it would be fun to get to know each other more with some nct themed questions! (this can also be a fan check-in since it's the beginning of the year)

reply/reblog with your answers to as many of the questions as you'd like! can't wait to see everyone's responses ☺️

when did you first become a fan of nct? feel free to share how you became a fan as well

who was/were your first bias(es) in the group? who is/are your bias(es) now?

what are your favorite nct songs? if you listen to multiple units, you can list them as such!

favorite album(s)/project(s): for the music

favorite album(s)/project(s): for the concept

favorite album(s)/project(s): for the performances, promotion, overall experience as an era

do you own any physical copies of albums? if so, which is your favorite?

do you collect nct photocards? if so, which is your favorite?

do you own any non-album merch? if so, which is your favorite?

have you seen/are you planning to see the group/any units live? if so, share your favorite performance you've attended or one you're looking forward to attending!

anything else you'd like to share about your nctzen experience?

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse

Thundercat..Ho?!!

Never let it be said that Bulma wasn't one to pass up opportunity when her new space station embassy had been set up and running or as Jaco and some of the Galactic Patrol teasingly called it, the Intergalactic Bitches' Love Hotel. But hey now so what if happened to be the spot where she, 18 and 21 could arrange for Krillin to have his sexual liaisons with some fine ass hot alien bitches?! It happened to be a great method of diplomacy, just ask Blue Diamond, the Martian queen and some of those fine Asari and Quarian bitches, not to mention Caulifla and Kale!! But oh today's visitor to the legitimate establishment that she could see on the monitors was going to be quite a wild cat…both literally and figuratively.

Now according to the registry at reception, this fine specimen of a woman was, quite appropriately, named Cheetara, a native of a planet known as Thundera. Which per some data from the GP was said to be not too dissimilar to Earth, just that in this case it’s dominant sapient and sentient species was a race of humanoid feline folk and in Cheetara’s case it certainly showed. Now Bulma wasn’t a lesbian mind you but she could certainly tell and recognise what a man might see and find attractive in another woman and this Thundercat was a real work of art. The sensual quality and charisma of a super model with the fitness and tone of an Olympic track athlete and all this on top of looking like some sensual work of art from the Savannah.

So of course Bulma was anticipating quite the show to look forward to, like the dirty little voyeur she was, but of course why wouldn't she given she'd arranged for Krillin to be the feline woman's chaperone for the duration of her stay. But as always, there was just the matter of arranging the circumstances just right enough that the the shortstack stud wouldn't resist indulging in his libido with the feline stunner and she saw just the moment to make it happen. Asking Krillin to do her a solid and leave some fresh towels for Cheetara to use after she finished bathing, which he was now on his way to do so..unaware that the Capsule Corp CEO had set him up. For in fact the Thunderian was in the middle of taking a shower (disproving any idea her species having a fear of water) and was just finishing up. The voyeurist woman looking on in anticipation as the security monitor showed Krillin entering the room right as she was stepping out of the shower, naked and fully exposing herself to him....

The results were to Bulma’s liking as they played out before her eyes, shamelessly groping and playing with herself as she watched Cheetara take it doggy or rather kitty style. The feline hottie grasping and tearing the bedsheets as Krillin pumped and thrust into her deep and hard, making her furry cheeks clap and jiggle while his heavy balls smacked her clit. It had started off intense right off the bat the moment speedy car woman pounced her naked self upon him and started kissing him, having no doubt picked out the scent of arousal she stirred within him. To Bulma, it was a common reaction when it came to Krillin and beast women, no doubt their enhanced senses could pick up those distinct manly pheromones of his..

And oh was Cheetara a beast, deep moans escaping her lips as she was on the bed taking it doggy or rather wildcat style from Krillin fucking he from behind with his cock jackhammering balls deep into her. Her furry frame during with orgasmic bliss, more so as those skilled hands were either slapping her ass or reaching out to grab and squeeze her swaying tits with firm assertion of dominance. And it was pretty clear like the big cat species shared a name with, she was fast and liked it fast,given how her hips blurred as they bucked back to meet the short king’s pelvic thrusts. Juices splashing and flying as Krillin found the spotted furry babe was quite a well…Thundercat and Bulma only knew it was going to get better from here.

Orgasm after orgasm, position after position, it was quite the sexy marathon of the old horizontal tango and hot damn if Cheetara didn't show she had those feline levels of limberness and flexibility. To say nothing of how well she used her mouth or took it in that well toned furry ass of hers but she was really seeming into having Krillin cum inside of her which the Capsule Corp boss woman knew 18 would more than approve. The short king's strength and skill combined with the Thundercat's speed was sure to be quite something, that is if the sexy kitty left this encounter carrying a litter of buns in the oven.....come to think of it, did her species birth litters? That was definitely something to ask about later if she got a chance but first thing's first, she had herself a live show to enjoy....

But of course she made sure to remind herself to send a copy of the security footage to 18 later, the blonde always needed her fix and updates on how her man was doing when it came to rocking some sexy bitch's world. Plus there was no doubt the cyborg bombshell was going to want a chance to meet the Thunderan for the duration of her stay at the resort, she was no doubt going to love feeling her skin against that furry form as much as Krillin was right now. Not to mention grill her for any details about any other hot sexy pieces of ass back home who could use a little....chestnut in their love life diet. She was a woman of priorities when it came to money, sex and her man especially when it came to mixing all 3 with pleasure.

For now, no need to rush as good things come to those who wait after all since the pair showed no signs of stopping. Seems the Thundercat also had herself quite a competitive streak, curious and eager to see if her newfound alpha male would outlast her or if shed be the last one standing. Nothing was hotter than when some of Krillin's newfound sexfriends had themselves a bit of a need to challenge and have the compact stud prove his virility and prowess, really if anything it was a win-win situation. And something told Bulma that there was no doubt this little session wasn't going to be a one time only matter in the slightest.....oh how sweet it is....

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True what they say about Cannons...

Throughout the peculiar Earth of Dragonball are many strange sights and wonders but few if any have ever been proven to be more than myth and rumour. One such set of stories are that of Bandlewood and the fae like creatures who called it home, known to many as the Yordle. Like many species, Yordles tended to vary in terms of looks and appearances so no two ever looked alike and some often especially varied depending what region of the human world they tended to spend time in. One such Yordle was a feisty little pixie known as Tristana and she was not someone you wanted to cross...unless you wanted to be on the receiving end of that cannon of hers of course.

Now given this context, you might be wondering what this has to do with our compact cueball combatant and all, well you see misfits, what you’re about to learn is of another mysterious and sensual encounter during his 3 year journey training for the 23rd world martial arts tournament. Or rather the Tenkaiichi Budokai for the weebs among you, when Krillin in the midst of his travels came upon the cannon toting Yordle in battle with a hoard of beastmen bandits. Boomstick or no, Krillin was a man of such chivalry that of course he wasn’t going uou and leave a girl outnumbered by thugs like this so next thing Tristana knew, she had someone watching her back and she had to say, he was quite the looker. But she’d reflect on thst a little later, first thing’s first was some asses to kick and names to take down.

Once that was taken care of, all said and done with the hoard roughed up and tied up, the former monk and turtle school disciple and the bazooka toting Yordle had decided to be travelling companions on the road for a time since they’re in the same path for bit. Taking the time to get to know one another though of course Krillin was kept as unaware as possible about the true nature of Tristana, what she was and where exactly she came from, it certainly helped this world was naturally filled with such oddities that Yordle hardly needed to worry about standing out like sore thumbs. So far as Krillin knew, she was some sort of Pixie girl who knew how to pack and carry one hell of a boomstick….and she was quite the looker especially with some major junk in the trunk with booty cheeks that clapped like thunder with every step. He likes to try and not be too much like his horn dog of a master but this Yordle shortstack was really tempting him bad…and it’d been sometime since….before or after that encounter with Diana, he couldn’t quite recall but oh little did he know, the feelings of desire was plenty mutual in Tristana…

So of course the boomstick toting Yordle didn’t hesitate to make a move as the travelling pair settled down to rest for the night, the compact fighter cosy in his sleeping bag. Nothing but the sounds of nature and the glow of the crackling campfire as Tristana, after having played sleep possum, stood looming naked over him before sneaking in under the blanket. Kissing her way down his torso before she came upon her desired prize, anticipation running though her sexy shortstack frame as she breathed in the scent of his manhood and tugged down his boxers. Gasping in shock and awe at the sight of such length and girth, grasping it and stroking it before she assaulted it with licks and kisses, sucking and blowing on it while Krillin twitched and groaned at the sudden oral ambush in his slumber.

Naturally Tristana’s desire only escalated from there as she went from making herself suffocating in deepthroating his cock to mounting and riding him cowgirl style. Her quite bubbly, bodacious asscheeks capping and jiggling while she struggled to hold back her moans, Krillin all too soon cracking his sleepy eyes open to the sight of the naked Yordle shortstack impaling herself on his dick. Of course the short king assumed he was just having a very vivid wet dream of the lucid variety and simply went along with grasping her hips as he started to pump and thrust to meet her rodeo riding motions with deep, hard and fast jackhammering piston strokes. Much to the cannon toting Yordle girl’s delight as pink glowing hearts of lust formed in her eyes while orgasmic ecstasy surged through her body like a whole different kind of magic…..

All throughout the night, the shortstack duo’s lust and passion burned as hot and bright if not more so than their campfire which served as white noise to their ongoing rut. The Yordle hottie relishing being held in the embrace of the chromedome fighter’s strong yet gentle arms and his hands exploring and touching her body intimately while his shaft continued to pound and hammer into her deep and hard, her womb tingling in eager anticipation. Could she get pregnant from a human she had to wonder, and well there was only one sure fire way to find out as Tristana felt the bliss and ecstasy of him finally cumming inside her. The first but certainly not last orgasms he was going to give her that’s for sure, she knew this mea cannon was locked, loaded and still ready to go…

By the time the morning sun had finally risen and nature chimed in with cicada and cricket chirps along with birds tweeting, Krillin was puzzled and perplexed to find himself waking up alone. Albeit naked and his crotch all sticky with his cock and balls feeling like they'd been nearly drained dry and no sign of Tristana. He'd started to wonder had that all just been a dream after all, since a girl like her could've only been from such until he saw a note left nearby signed by her. Sealed with a lipstick kiss mark to boot as it read that something urgent came up back home and she promised to hope to meet him again someday, sooner or later while thanking him for a wonderful time last night. Making the fighter in training blush as it became all too clear that had indeed not been all just a very vivid and lucid wet dream....

Tristana meanwhile was making her way to find a portal back to Bandle city and the Bandle tree, humming a happy little tune to herself. She felt so energized, thinking Krillin's erotic love must've fueled her while wondering and hoping she might've gotten knocked up. Plus she was eager to share some details with some of her fellow Yordle lady friends....now that she thought about it, she had a feeling Poppy would love to meet the guy. After all he was sure to be the hammer girl's "Destined Hero", given what he was packing between his legs and all. Aaaand it never hurt to be extra sure that a Yordle girl and a human guy could have a kid together.....

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Who got Spirit?!

Marron's campus was quite an exotic array of young ladies among her fellow co-eds, the sort of girls who seriously hit the jackpot on puberty and were surely only ever going to get better with age. Bonnie Rockweller, a member of the cheer squad, was certainly no exception to this and ooh didn't she know it, giving off a vibe like your typical alpha bitch queen bee like out of one those cliche teen movies. The sort of body that made men want her and women want to be her, even some women wanted her but give her a chance and she'd destroy your social life. Yet Bonnie had herself a little bit of a secret, one she'd sooner see Hell freeze over for than to ever let it be public knowledge.

Bonnie, you see, had herself a type and in this case, her type was a man like Don Juan Sanchez, yes she watched Double Z porn, don't judge her, she has needs. If guys can enjoy porn to get off to then girls certainly can do so too and just something about that rugged short king really did it for her. By all accounts, he was a runt and had a personality akin to a dweeb, a loser and yet...he was built like an absolute unit and that cock, good lord how could such a shorty be packing such a slab of meat between his legs. God how many sleepless nights had resulted the wet dreams she had of Don Juan Sanchez making her a woman, ruining her for any and all other men as only a stud like him could.

Which might be how and why she went and made the move she did one fine day but she couldn’t help herself, it was like opportunity presented itself for her to seize it. It was an afternoon game between their school’s girls basketball team against one of their regular rivals and as she and the cheer squad were leading the crowd on to support and rouse team spirit when she caught sight of….him, among the crowd. Marron’s folks were there to cheer their daughter on (she was part of the team) and Krillin had stood out like a sore thumb yet the moment she laid eyes upon him, something just clicked in her brain as she visualised him sporting a familiar beard, set of shades and a dragon tattoo. As if somehow, the guy could easily and effortlessly pass off as Don Juan himself, the fact the family name was also Sanchez was too good to be true and yet….Bonnie couldn’t help but go along with the temptation caused by days to weeks of pent up desire…

So of course the queen bee decided to make her move during half time as she followed the somehow both cute and handsome short guy while he made his way to the restroom. Waiting until he finished his business, she hid in the gym equipment storage shed, she reached out to grab and pull him inside, ambushing him with a sloppy, deep kiss. She couldn’t help but feel like she was playing out a real porno fantasy, her arousal only increasing the shocked short king suddenly seemed to get into it, returning the make-out as she moaned feeling his hands grab and squeeze her well toned, bubble butt. Gasping in sensual awe and delight as Krillin showed off quite the strength in his small frame by hoisting her up into his arm, making her wrap her legs around him as the momentum of lust soon saw their clothes go flying off.

But oooh her fantasies had nothing on the real thrill and rush of experiencing pleasure first hand with Krillin fucking her deep, fast and hard while he pushed her flexible, limber cheer squad trained body to its absolute limits. Inches of pussy pounding, assclapping length and girth of his slab hammer sinking balls deep into her as he currently had her pinned down in a mating press. Her long, lovely toned legs performing a perfect splits as he held them by the ankles, pushing them all the way back to either side of her head at a perfect 90 degree angle while her tits pressed and rubbed against those firm pecs while she gladly and shamelessly shoved her tongue into his mouth, wanting him to take her breath away. Orgasms hitting her one after another like tidal waves crashing on the shore with the first having come right off the bat just from that bitch pleaser penetrating her as she couldn't help but mentally declare him her Daddy in any and every which sexy way that implied as her body welcomed this sex god among men ruining her for all those pathetic little babydicked wanna be Casanovas out there. This right here, this was a REAL MAN, not a child trying to play macho but an absolute unit who knew how to make a girl feel like a woman!!

But oooh as far as Bonnie was concerned, she wasn't just feeling like any woman, rather she was HIS woman, sure he was married but surely a short king stud like this was too much for one lady, right?!! Yes surely that hot blonde piece of ass would gladly let Bonnie be her beau's personal sex pet and cocksleeve, if she demanded it because the cheerleading queen bee knew for sure she was a junkie slave to this sex god and his cock!! There was no way her own toys or fingers would ever suffice, if anything she'd settle for buying herself one of those Warrior Monk things....which now that she thought about, happened to look quite a lot like Daddy Krillin...only to forget said thought as it was derailed by another orgasm, this one enhanced by him blowing his load inside her. The rush of doing it bareback and raw made all the more delicious in a way that a cheap condom would have only ruined....not that any rubber would've been able to contain this dick!!

It had felt like an hours long marathon but in fact had only just been the span of the intermission before half time ended, Bonnie amazed she could even still walk as she exited the storage room. Albeit with shaky legs, a glistening sheen to her skin and looking like her mind had been blown, Krillin following not long after as they parted ways but not before he gave her bubbly booty a little slap as thanks. making the tanned, toned queen bee eep and moan in delight at Daddy being so brutish with his property as they went back to their respective places..that is after exchanging contact details of course and something told Bonnie that this was only the start of something sexy and fun. Coming back to her cheer squad with some of her teammates wondering where she'd been and why she looked like she'd had some spiritual epiphany after being struck by lightning.

As Bonnie thought of an excuse to give, she couldn't help but let her eyes drift and wander overo to Krillin in the stands, his wife noticing as she sent a friendly wave, her face rocking a sensual smile as she blew her a sly kiss. Making her blush as it was clear that yes she knew, she liked it and there was no doubt Krillin was going to give her the juicy details later on. It made Bonnie squirm as she couldn't help but think what a threesome with her and Daddy Krillin'd be like...or better yet how sexy and hot as all fuck it'd be to have some of the cheer squad have themselves a ride. Tara for sure would be quite the cute little slut riding on that cock....oooh the possibilities.....

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That’s a whole lotta cow!!

Now Krillin wasn’t sure who was responsible for what he was seeing before him because honestly, he had more than one possible suspect to think of. It was certainly 5050 on whether or not it was either ZigZag or 18 who arranged this because of course this was something they would go and do. Oh wait, right, you’re all probably wondering what I’m talking about, well you see, our resident warrior monk happened to be on his lunch break and lo and behold, what does he find when he comes to his dressing room? A naked bovine woman laying on her front with a sushi spread set and laid out along her backside, idly kicking her cloven feet while she idly licked and sucked on a lollipop.

it was quite a shocker to say the least as the cowgirl, seemingly nonchalant about the reaction she causing him to have, looked his way in a sultry deadpan manner and introduced herself as Cream & Chocolate. Handing him a card which simply read “Enjoy yourself an afternoon treat on me, handsome. Signed your biggest fan” which of course only did so much to narrow down the suspects list in his head. Now he wasn’t sure if any or everyone at Double Z studios partook in eating sushi off of a naked woman but whoever was responsible for this clearly wanted him to enjoy this…and he was hardly ever one to turn down a gift as spicy and generous as this one was. And CC was certainly quite the looker, her subtle body language urging snd compelling him to come on over and enjoy what she had to offer….

So there he sat on the couch, chopstick working away at making sure not a single scrap of fish or rice remained and with every inch of her backside exploded, his temptation rose. Such a professional looker so clearly used to this kinky line of work, her body so alluring and inviting. Every sensual gasp and quiet moan from her muzzle so soft, so responsive to his touch and the occasional poke and prod of his chopsticks and that ass alone was just begging for attention. Much so that before he knew it, he found himself kneeling behind her and prying those meaty Booty cheeks apart, exposing her luscious pink pussy lip and that sweet pucker and pressing his face right against it to taste and smell it….making it clear at this point that his libido decided he needed and wanted more than just sushi for lunch.

The bovine beauty certainly wasn't complaining especially if her moans were anything to go by, gently squeezing her thighs against that chromedome head of his to show she was enjoying the attention. Her arousal increasing as she found his quite talented tongue rimming her and eating out her pussy as she felt spots she didn't know she had being hit. She'd not usually entertained a human guy but for a cute yet handsome little guy like this, first time for everything as they say and goddamn was she feeling so turned on right now. If anything she wondered and hoped his dick would be as good if not better than his tongue.....

The answer moments later was a massive, resounding YES as C&C was now moaning with deep, orgasmic ecstasy flowing from her lips while Krillin pumped and thrust inches of his shaft balls deep into the slippery, wet folds of her desire. Laying still flat front on the table as her legs crossed and draped around the short king's waist as he mounted atop her and fucked her in the prone bone postion, her meaty bubbly asscheeks cushioning the impact of his blurring, jackhammering pelvis. Those booty buns clapping and jiggling with the delicious rhythm of primal passion and desire before Krillin could no longer contain himself any longer as he reached out to grab and squeeze her luscious tits, so firm and filled with delicious milk as he wondered how good they'd taste. To say nothing of how how receptive she was to his attention given she hardly resisted his impulsive urge to fuck her and rut her in such ways that'd ensure bulls of her species would be rightfully put to shame....

Now being the professional working girl that she was, C&C wasn't normally one for getting any sort of attachment with her clients, they got her, ate their fill and if it happened to get as far as eating her out and going all the way? That was just a bonus but this bald hairless monkey boy was proving to be an exception to her personal rule because goddamn she must've died and gone to Heaven to be having a lay this good!! The bovine babe finding herself flat on her back on the smooth mahogany surface as wrapped her legs around Krillin's waist while he continued to fuck her deep, fast and hard with full sexual force. Her pleasure enhanced by Double Z's resident human short king helping himself to her hypnotically bouncing tits as he latched his mouth on to suckle them, finding her milk was even more delicious than he'd imagined which of course had the affect of further enticing him to rock her world......

So lost in their own little world were they that Krillin wasn't paying attention to keeping aware of his surroundings, to be precise that is, in particular the presence of ZigZag and Tina Lynx right outside the dressing room door. The boss lady and her ever reliable assistant slash bestie with benefits peeping through the opening as they got themselves a good view of their human star enjoying his specially ordered lunch. Sometimes just seeing the fun like this in as close as they could be rather than just the screen of a security monitor, it was just a distinct flavour of voyeurism especially when C&C's deep throated moans were such a melody to hear alongside her juicy asscheeks getting clapped. The Tiger-Skunk hybrid's brain running with ideas for having these 2 do some scenes and shoots together because quite frankly, that cow had talent and charisma much too good to be just a glorified living sushi platter......

Plus she was sure she could be easy to persuade with the enticing offer of getting that short king stud to fuck her good and proper sooner rather than later. The anticipation was making her tingle though not as much as resident Double Z security chief Vera Noyce was feeling as she herself was watching this lewd lunchtime rut in the security room. The noir furred feline's horny on main brain running wild with fantasies about getting her own turn with that studly hairless monkey boy as she jilled herself off nice and firm with her own nightstick baton. Seriously where were guys like this back when she was a penitentiary warden, the sexy inmate bitches they could've disciplined together!!!

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Foxy Lady

As the personal assistant to Chloe Sinclaire, Persephone was no stranger to her employer and her sensual whims let alone indulging in them with her on a very personal, intimate level. So of course when the kinky skunk woman had told her to enjoy some quality time with their current VIP in Krillin, she hardly thought of saying no and refusing her suggestion. After all, she'd seen the security footage of him and his encounters with Chloe and Friday respectively so of course she was gladly up for the task especially after the sleepless nights she had, jilling off to it. Now was her chance to make her kinky fantasies a reality as she made her way in over to the VIP guest room, seemingly professional as ever yet tingling with anticipation deep down.

Soon as she stood before the door, she’d knocked politely and waited for an answer but no response so far, which was curious to say the least. He should’ve been in there while his wife and kid were currently enjoying the luxuries Sinclaire Global’s island base had to offer for guests so the Vulpine secretary opted to let herself in using her all access pass, a handy skeleton key for situations like this. Little knowing that inviting herself in like this would give a real surprise and quite the opportunity to seize for you see, the reason Krillin hadn’t answered the door was because he’d been busy showering soon as he woke up. So of course he wasn’t aware he had company as he exited the bathroom, drying off his head as he had a towel wrapped around his waist only to pause as he and Persephone caught sight of each other.

not a wof was said between the two with Krillin founding those big blue eyes of hers locked onto him, taking in every single inch of his muscular torso. So freshly clean and giving off such a radiant, glistening sheen that she forgot she was originally going to play it professional yet coy and seduce the shortstack VIP but to find him in such a state was flipping all the right switches in her brain. It most certainly didn’t help that the towel around his waist was barely hanging on there, promising a view of the treasure shed een her boss and Friday enjoy, making her libido increase further in thirst and desire alike. Luckily for her of course, Krillin was so stunned that he’d forgotten to hold onto the cloth maintaining his modesty as it soon feel, giving Persephone the Full Monty as her tail sensually wagged and she up and pounced, locking lips with the short king as she just decided to run with it.

Much as he was caught off guard by Persephone's ambush, of course Krillin didn't hesitate to start returning her passionate liplock in kind, making her purr as his hands grabbed and gave her mini-skirt clad booty a firm squeeze. Her busy fox tail wagging sensually in response to such a display of assertiveness and more so as he pinned her up against a wall, humping and pumping his shaft between her lovely furry thighs. Her panties becoming soaked as her nectar soaked through the camel to lube up that throbbing length and girth while she aided the short king in stripping her of her quite stifling clothes, her arousal skyrocketing with all the more exposed fur to press and rub up against that hairless, sculpted physique. All the while their tongues danced together in a sloppy game of tonsil hockey as they invaded and explored one another's mouths, it's no small wonder Chloe had wanted this fellow to get the VIP treatment....

Though if one were to ask Persephone herself of course, the vixen would say she was feeling every bit the VIP right now as she was moaning with wanton abandon, her skyblue eyes a blaze with glowing pink hearts. Which was all too understandable given the onslaught of orgasms rocking her throughout her every blazing nerve due to inches of that length an girth sinking and thrusting balls deep into her hot, wet pussy. Her womb being rammed and hammered by that slab with every smack of his balls against the outer rim of her netherlips and her bushy tailed bubble butt all the while his skilled hands felt wondrous on her fur and her most intimate spots. It was a heavenly rollercoaster of pleasure that she didn't want to end or get off of because damn she was feeling so good right now!!

Like any good rollercoaster of course, there was many a good twist, turn and loop as the blonde vixen ensured a relentless assault of orgasms hitting snd rocking her, one after another. All throughout a delicious, spicy variety of positions from being taken spread eagle to gladly riding that gifted cock in forward and reverse cowgirl, encouraging his skilled hands of course to gladly help themselves to enjoying her tits snd her ass. Even just Krillin stroking her bushy, fluffy tail ant a lovely tingle surging along her spine but to say nothing of the delicious rush whenever he’d have his own climaxes. The shameless, exquisite bliss of feeling him erupt inside of her and fill her with that rush of thick, white hot ropes of cream, truly going raw and bareback was the best and only way to enjoy such a fuckhammer…

While Persephone continued to gladly entertain their VIP guest with her sexy self of course, Chloe and Friday were watching from the comfort of the former's luxurious office on her desktop monitor. The saucy, mischievous skunk babe's mind cranking and turning gears with such sexy, wonderfully awful, awfully wonderful ideas as to who else among her staff would enjoy her short king guest's erotic company. One personnel file on her table of course stood out to her especially as she grinned sensually, flipping it open to behold the picture and profile of her cute little R&D head, Maxi. Now there was sure to be some fun the compact stud could have with her for sure, it'd likely be the best time she'd had since their little visit to that monastery.....

But of course patience was a virtue and good things came to those who waited and besides which, she had to remember to send copies of this footage to ZigZag. Her lovely sister from another mister was surely going to just love this alongside the videos of herself and Friday, to say nothing of the fun to be had if she ever had Double Z over on her island to do some filming shoots. Just the anticipation of such spicy possibilities made her feel so tingly in all the best, fun ways but first thing's first!! How to make her sweet little nerdy kitten and her favourite little man get sexually acquainted......

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