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[lebizcanada20]

Express Entry vs PNP: Which one should I apply to?

Express entry & Canadian provincial nominees represent the 2nd largest channels for new arrivals every year into Canada, among the many other programs run by immigration refugees citizenship Canada.

That means that up to 220,770 newcomers will arrive in Canada via these two channels in 2024 out of a total of 485,000 immigrants into the country.

However, for people who want to migrate to Canada, they may ask themselves: should I file my profile under Express Entry or Base PNP? It is worth noting that both routes have their own merits. In this section we shall look at how you can make your choice between basic and enhanced PNPs.

What is Express Entry?

Canada’s major immigration routes include the Express Entry application management system.

For instance, in 2024, Express Entry will be the largest single way for immigrants into Canada. These programmes are intended to bring in about 110,700 permanent residents to the country.

Each of these three programs has at least one individual requirement which must be met before a person can provide a profile for inclusion in the pool of potential candidates for Express Entry. In case someone’s eligibility is verified and they submit their profiles under any of the available programs through Express entry, then such individuals become official Express Entry candidates who possess a profile in the pool.

When you submit your profile to Category based express entry Pool, all candidates have been assigned Comprehensive Ranking System (CRS) scores based on human capital factors like work experience and other characteristics.

Now, applicants should wait for a Canada Express Entry draw (either a general draw or a program specific one) that has the minimum CRS score corresponding to their CRS score in order to receive an initiation- apply (ITA)- application. After submitting successfully, an Express entry Alberta profile will be valid for twelve months with the candidate having the option of  z express & re-submitting it after expiry.

On receipt of an ITA, candidates become applicants and present their PR application within sixty days from the day they were invited by the government to apply. Upon approval of this application, immigrants are given permanent residence and can live in Canada. More details about Express Entry can be found on our dedicated webpage.

This is possible through special Provincial Nominee Program (PNP) streams known as enhanced streams. These are different from standalone or Base PNP streams (more on Base PNP streams…).

Enhanced streams nominate individuals to submit an enhanced PNP application to the province or territory through invitation from the Federal Express Entry pool or from the provincial/territorial pool of eligible candidates. Those who receive provincial nominations obtain an additional 600 CRS points, which boost their chances of obtaining ITA from the Federal Government. Find our dedicated webpage here to help you understand more about enhanced PNP streams.

What are Base Provincial Nominee Programs (Base PNPs)?

Base PNPs are not Express Entry-aligned streams that are handled by a given province or territory. Such streams need separate applications and have different eligibility criteria (more on this later).

Provinces and territories can nominate eligible individuals under Base Provincial Nominee Programs (or simply Base PNPs) as one way of responding more directly to local demographic and labour market needs.

Each Canadian province and territory (except Nunavut which is also self-governing but does not have its own specialised immigration programs, and Quebec) has its own PNP. The eligibility depends on the particular program one applies for,

Lack of access to reading and writing put blind people at a serious disadvantage in nineteenth-century society. Text was one of the primary methods through which people engaged with culture, communicated with others, and accessed information; without a well-developed reading system that did not rely on sight, blind people were excluded from social participation (Weygand, 2009). While disabled people in general suffered from discrimination, blindness was widely viewed as the worst disability, and it was commonly believed that blind people were incapable of pursuing a profession or improving themselves through culture (Weygand, 2009). This demonstrates the importance of reading and writing to social status at the time: without access to text, it was considered impossible to fully participate in society. Blind people were excluded from the sighted world, but also entirely dependent on sighted people for information and education.

[abhishekdigi-blog]

Step-by-Step Guide to Canada Express Entry Draw

The Comprehensive Ranking System (CRS) score is a crucial component of Canada's Express Entry system. It is a points-based mechanism used by Immigration, Refugees, and Citizenship Canada (IRCC) to assess and rank candidates in the Express Entry pool. The higher the CRS score, the better the chances of receiving an Invitation to Apply (ITA) for permanent residency. This guide provides a detailed explanation of the CRS score calculation process, outlining the various factors that contribute to the final score. ### Key Components of the CRS Score The CRS score is calculated based on four main categories:

1. Core/Human Capital Factors*

2. Spouse or Common-Law Partner Factors 3. Skill Transferability Factors 4. Additional Factors Each category contains specific criteria that applicants need to meet to accumulate points. 1. Core/Human Capital Factors These factors assess the individual's basic attributes, including age, education, language proficiency, and Canadian work experience. Age: - Maximum points: 110 (for single applicants) or 100 (for married applicants) - Points decrease with age, favoring younger applicants. For example, applicants aged 20-29 receive the highest points, while those over 45 receive no points in this category. Education: - Maximum points: 150 - Points are awarded based on the level of education. A doctoral degree (PhD) earns the highest points, while a high school diploma earns the least. Language Proficiency: - Maximum points: 136 (for single applicants) or 128 (for married applicants) - Points are awarded based on performance in recognized language tests (IELTS, CELPIP for English, and TEF for French). Higher proficiency levels earn more points. Canadian Work Experience: - Maximum points: 80 (for single applicants) or 70 (for married applicants) - Points are based on the duration of skilled work experience in Canada, with more extended experience earning higher points.

[immigrationconsultantsdelhi]

Express Entry Demystified: Insider Tips on Visa Expenses for Indian Applicants

The process of immigrating to Canada for work opportunities has become increasingly streamlined and efficient with the introduction of the Express Entry system. This article sheds light on the intricacies of express entry next draw prediction, and highlights the fees associated with a Canada work visa in Indian Rupees.

Understanding the Express Entry System What is Express Entry? Express Entry is an online immigration application system launched by the Canadian government in 2015. It serves as a pathway for skilled workers to obtain permanent residence in Canada based on their qualifications, work experience, language proficiency and other factors.

eligibility criteria

To be eligible for Express Entry, candidates must meet certain criteria, including at least one year of skilled work experience, proficiency in English or French and an eligible job offer or provincial nomination.

number system

Candidates are assessed based on a Comprehensive Ranking System (CRS), which assigns points based on factors such as age, education, work experience, language skills and adaptability. The higher the CRS score, the better your chances of receiving an invitation to apply for permanent residence (ITA).

Prediction of the next Express Entry drawFactors affecting the draw

The frequency and size of Express Entry draws depend on several factors, including the number of candidates in the pool, labor market needs in Canada, and immigration policies. Analysis of past trends can provide information about the possible outcomes of future draws.

Trends and Patterns

Historical data reveals certain trends and patterns in Express Entry draws, such as fluctuations in CRS cutoff scores, preference for candidates with specific skills or work experience, and seasonal variations in immigration trends.

Canada work visa fee in Indian rupeesTypes of work visa

Canada offers a variety of work visas, including visas for skilled workers, temporary workers, and entrepreneurs. Each visa category has its own set of requirements and fees.

Application fee

The application fee for a Canada work visa varies depending on the type of visa and processing time. Applicants may also have to pay additional fees for medical examination, biometrics and other services.

Processing Time

The processing time for a Canada work visa can range from a few weeks to several months, depending on factors such as the volume of applications, the complexity of the case and the efficiency of the visa office.

Tips for a successful Express Entry applicationDocument Preparation

Make sure that all required documents, such as educational certificates, work certificates, language test results and proof of funds, are prepared and submitted accurately according to the instructions given by Immigration, Refugees and Citizenship Canada (IRCC).

language proficiency test

It is important to take a language proficiency test such as the International English Language Testing System (IELTS) or the Canadian English Language Proficiency Index Program (CELPIP) to maximize CRS scores and demonstrate language proficiency to potential employers.

Job offer and provincial nomination

Receiving a valid job offer from a Canadian employer or achieving provincial nomination through programs such as the Provincial Nominee Program (PNP) can significantly increase the CRS score and increase your chances of obtaining an ITA.

conclusion Finally, the Express Entry system offers a promising pathway for skilled workers wishing to immigrate to Canada. By understanding the intricacies of Express Entry, predicting the results of draws and becoming familiar with Canada work visa fees in Indian Rupees, candidates can navigate the immigration process more effectively and increase their chances of success.

questions to askHow often are Express Entry draws held?

Express Entry draws are typically held every two weeks, although the frequency may vary depending on immigration policies and program requirements. What is the minimum CRS score required to obtain ITA?

The minimum CRS score required to receive an Invitation to Apply (ITA) varies with each draw and depends on factors such as the number of candidates in the pool and specific criteria set by Immigration, Refugees and Citizenship Canada (IRCC). Are there any waivers or exemptions for the Canada work visa fee?

Some individuals, such as refugees, asylum seekers, and individuals sponsored by Canadian citizens or permanent residents, may be eligible for a waiver or waiver of the Canada work visa fee. However, specific eligibility criteria apply, and applicants are advised to consult immigration officials or legal professionals for individual guidance. Can I apply for Express Entry without a job offer?

While a job offer can increase your CRS score and increase your chances of receiving an ITA, it is not mandatory for Express Entry eligibility. Candidates can still qualify based on factors such as education, work experience, language proficiency and adaptability. How long does it take to process a Canada work visa application?

The processing time for a Canada work visa application varies depending on factors such as the type of visa, volume of applications and the efficiency of the visa office. Generally, processing time can range from a few weeks to several months.

[dearest-nell]

here comes your man

s. harrington x f!reader, 2.1k

summary: you go to pick up your very drunk boyfriend from the bar after a well deserved night out warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, reader uses she/her pronouns

a/n: i was half asleep when i wrote this so all i can say is my bad, and i hope my three am deleirum brings you some joy

Hey… you might wanna come pick up your Stevie-Boy. He’s a bit wrecked...

It was a phone call you had half expected, though you didn’t mind admitting that you wished it had not come at 3am on your Saturday night. Steve had been so excited for a night out with the boys – work seemed to be piling onto him more than usual, and more often than not you’d find him half asleep on the couch by 8pm, arm propped uncomfortably beneath his head and back twisting awkwardly. This night came along with the extra TLC you prescribed him this week, taking on a little extra responsibility around the house so he might relax even just for a moment. Steve was a caretaker by trade, and doing things for himself seemed to hark back to a time where he only did things for himself. It took a lot for him to rewire that belief in his brain – self care did not mean selfish, he was a good person. 

You thought that the time out with his friends would remind him of that; how wonderful he was, how loved he was. He could be without responsibility for a night and simply enjoy himself. And enjoy himself he was… you hadn’t heard such an amused lilt to Eddie’s tone for a long time. You spent the drive over pondering just what kind of state your boyfriend might be in, your eyes heavy, body cooling with the iced air that blew through windows opened in an attempt to keep yourself awake. Eddie at least had sounded coherent, so you figured you would not be alone in the battle to try and haul your boyfriend into your beat up car. 

Dressed for the comfort of your own home, it took one disgruntled look towards a stubborn bouncer to let you past without paying an entry fee. You wondered how often this happened – half asleep partners turning up moments before closing to take their inebriated darling home. The thought made you chuckle softly to yourself, body weaving through the stragglers of the night still dancing to a wrapping up DJ. 

Eddie had told you they’d meet you by the lounges when you arrived, though Steve was nowhere to be seen as you approached your tired looking friend, his face pleased, if not a little weary. 

“Where is he?” You questioned, letting Eddie lean down to wrap his arms around you tightly, his weight pressing heavier on you that you had expected under the influence of what you assumed had been many, many shots. 

“At the bar. I thought he’d crashed half an hour ago, but he’s had a second wave.” 

You felt the short burst of laughter bubble up, an unsurprised uh-huh leaving your lips at the notion, eyes drifting towards the thinning crowd collected for the last call. Eddie let you go with a shrug, stepping back to let you go. 

“Alright, I’ll go get him. I’ll wave if I need you, ‘kay?” The nod you received was answer enough, and you set off leisurely towards your unsuspecting boyfriend. 

Steve was half hunched over the bar, palm rolling an empty shot glass flatly across the sticky surface as he waited for an already busy bartender. You couldn’t see his face, but you could picture the expression with such clarity – eyes heavy, blinking slowly as they tracked blearily across the back of the bar, that sweet, contented smile plastered on his lips for no reason at all. 

Following suit, you leaned yourself up against the bar beside him, elbows propping you up to rest your head in your palms. 

“You getting another drink, handsome?” 

Steve made a soft sort of mumbling sound, his head lulling to the side as he leaned away ever so slightly. “Mm, yeah… think so.” 

You nodded, smiling at the way he swayed on his feet. “Oh, I see. You wanna have some water with me?” 

Steve rubbed harshly at his face, eyes screwing shut tightly before blinking hazily at you. “No, thanks.” 

His gaze turned away, his grip on the shot glass faltering for a moment, reflexes only just catching it before rolling over the edge. You reached slowly to pluck it from his hand, though he recoiled sluggishly at the contact, forcing your brow up into a curious arch. 

“How about I take you home, then? Seems like they’re wrapping up.” 

Steve sighed, hands running through his hair in that same familiar flustered motion you were so acquainted with. Ordinarily, Steve would have been bouncing out of his skin to see you, but right now, he seemed like he wanted to be anywhere else. 

“Look, it’s nice of you to ask, but ’m taken. My girlfriend’s comin’ to get me.” 

Oh, how sweet. You’d never seen Steve so far gone that he hadn’t recognised you, but now that you focused your own tired eyes, you could see that his own were barely open to begin with. Your smile widened, amusement settling over you at the sweetness of him. 

“Really? You’re not even gonna look at me? Maybe I’m worth breaking the rules for.” 

He scoffed at that, body straightening up as much as his addled state could allow, his feet stumbling beneath him to put another feet of distance between the two of you. 

“I’m sure you are f’someone else, but ‘m not interested.” His tone was more clipped now, friendliness falling away in the hopes of deterring you. “Not another girl in the world for me but her.” 

God, he was sweet, and more in love with you than you could have ever hoped for a person to be. Your heart ached, entirely overwhelmed with adoration for this man who was waiting for you. 

“Well that’s very lovely.” You cooed, turning sideways to look at him, one arm dropping to your side while the other hand continued to prop your chin up, helping to hide that rosy blush that seemed to stain your cheeks. “I really think you should look at me, though, Stevie.”

You watched as the thought crossed his mind, a slow understanding that something about this interaction seemed out of place. It seemed to take another moment for reality to set in, his body turning and eyes widening comically as they came into focus. 

“Honey!” 

It had you in hysterics, the way his arm gave out from under him, narrowly avoiding his torso from smacking down against the bar top as he lurched towards you. Your arms extended out to catch him, meeting him halfway until his body was pressed tenderly against yours, eager hands creeping up to cup your cheeks, holding your face towards his so he might really look at you. 

“You’re here!” 

Your laughter rang out happily, eyes crinkled at the delight mirrored in his own. 

“Yeah, baby, of course I am. Wanted to make sure you got home safe.” 

If an iris could change shape, then you were certain you saw Steve’s melt into delicate hearts just at the thought of you coming out to take care of him. His thumbs ran adoring lines across your cheekbones, trembling slightly with restraint. 

“S’good to me.” He mumbled, words drowning out within the still deafening music that surrounded you. “Missed you.” 

You felt him slump against you ever so slightly, still conscious of weighing too heavily against you even in his inebriated state, though how he was holding himself up anymore was anyone’s guess. It was your sign to wave Eddie over, though, who without fuss looped a supporting arm around Steve’s back. 

“You gonna let your girl take us home, then? I’m gonna pass out, man, I’m so wrecked.” 

Steve’s brow furrowed, alarmed to have been so suddenly pulled back from you to lean on Eddie, and he reached out a hand in a needy sort of motion towards you. “I wanna dance with her before we go.” 

Too sweet for his own wellbeing, you offered him a sympathetic look, slipping yourself under his other arm to help prop him up. 

“We can dance at home just you and me, okay? In our pjs too — won’t that be nice. We just don’t wanna keep Eddie waiting too long; he’s all danced out.” 

You watched the contemplative look cross his features, leaving him distracted enough for Eddie to start guiding the three of you towards the door without much fuss from Steve. 

“Did you have fun though Ed? Really?” Steve asked, genuine concern threading through his tone as he addressed his friend who managed an affirming nod in response. 

“Loads. We’ll all go out again soon, but I’ve gotta give you back to your sweetheart before she gets too jealous.” 

Steve’s nod was so serious as he processed the words, entirely missing the small look of amusement shared between you and Eddie as you pulled yourselves from the establishment. 

“Yeah.” He agreed, his head lulling sideways to rest on the crown of your own. “She needs me.” 

It had sounded like a joke when he said it, but even you could sense the small severity behind the words, almost reassuring himself of the truth behind them. Of course you needed him. 

“Yeah, she does.” You confirmed, kissing at his shoulder clumsily as you tried to focus on your steps, narrowly avoiding toppling the three of you right over uneven pavements underfoot. “I always need you, honey.” 

You did not need to look at Steve to know that he was smiling — you felt it as you held him, felt it in his touch and the heat of his body carefully wrapped around yours. At least this night felt like a success in your eyes. Steve was happy, and you had done your part to make him so. He’d be awfully hungover tomorrow morning, but he’d be happy, and that was all that seemed to matter to you in the moment. 

Eddie managed to hold Steve upright while you fiddled with the lock of your car door, the boy now contently distracted with regaling tales of the night to the man who had witnessed them first hand. Getting him into the car was easy enough, tucking him cautiously into the front seat, your body leaning over him to click his seatbelt into place, his hand lifting to rub at your lower back in thanks. 

“You’re the best, y’know, baby? The real best. The best best.” 

You paused to smile at him, head shaking in amusement before brushing your lips against his cheek, relishing in the way his hand gripped excitedly at you for the briefest of moments. “I could say the same about you, y’know.” 

“Nuh uh.” 

A groan sounded from outside the car, drawn out and exasperated beyond compare. “Jesus H Christ, I’m begging for someone to take me home. It’s so fucking late, guys.” 

You pulled back with a laugh to witness Eddie’s petulance, your hand coming out to gesture to the back seat. “Then get in the car, dingus, and I’ll take you home.”

“Yeah, what she said!” Steve slurred from the front seat, the battle against his weariness now long lost, eyes closed and head resting heavily against its back, unable to hold itself up any longer. 

Eddie clambered into the back with a half assed eye roll, splaying out across the work back seat until he, too, was one with the upholstery. “You guys aren’t gonna be gross and sayin’ i love you’s all the way home, are you?” 

Steve’s eyes widened in horror. “Oh shit, I haven’t said I love you yet!” 

The charming little frown that spread across his face was enough to melt you in your entirety, your hand reaching out to brush his check with affection, his nose nuzzling sweetly into the cup of your palm. “I’m not worried about it; I know you do.” 

“Yeah, but I do love you. I was thinkin’ it the whole time, thinkin’ you’re so pretty n’ all. So pretty that I couldn't remember to say it.” 

Eddie just huffed again in the back seat, his complaints overtly ignored despite the growing expletives.

“I love you too, Stevie. How about we get Eds home and get you some water, then we can be as sweet as we wanna be.” 

Steve’s lips pressed into your palm, his kiss unhurried and uncoordinated as the alcohol hindered his usual grace, a mumbled m’kay tickling your skin as he spoke. 

You looked up into the rearview mirror, dropping your hand to Steve’s knee for the boy to hold, keeping his neediness satiated for the time being as he grasped it between his own eagerly. “You hear that, Eds? You’re in the clear. Let’s get you boys home.” 

A grumbled thank god and the creaks of the backseat window being clumsily wound down was enough incentive to start your travels, a pleased smile gracing your lips to know that Steve had been given exactly the night he deserved after all. 

[khristie16]

All flavours

Summary: Each man possesses unique qualities that draw you in, making your journey both exhilarating and challenging

Warnings: smut, 18+, foursome, p in v, p in a, oral m receiving, dom!guys, submissive!reader, slight degradation, consensual

author’s note: one of my work redone

You appeared in a dire situation. You are between three men. Between three men you really liked. And every one of them was completely different.

Everyone brought something different to the table. It was exciting what a blossom of flavours you have experienced.

It all started at the paddock. You were lucky enough to be able to auction off the entry fee to the paddock for 5,000 euros. You have loved the formula since you were a child and wanted to fulfill your dream of standing so close to everything that you have only observed through the screen until now.

You were a Ferrari fan, but over time, Max won your heart too. You got used to him and started to like him as much.

The whole experience of that day was really normal, but then you appeared in the room. Locked. With these three.

You stood there, trapped in a trance, your senses dulled, your surroundings fading into insignificance compared to the overwhelming emotions coursing through your veins.

You remained, paralyzed by the intensity of your own emotions, unable to move or speak.

The trio stood shoulder to shoulder. Max, with his inscrutable expression, his stoic demeanor hinted at a storm brewing beneath the surface, leaving you with a sinking feeling that you had indeed messed up, and the consequences were about to hit you like a tidal wave.

Charles was smiling at you sweetly which calmed you down.

But Carlos, — you could feel the warmth that radiated from his body and you were incredibly attracted to him.

You swallowed.

"So, how do we do this?" Max's voice cut through the tension, prompting an exchange of glances between the boys.

As they deliberated, uncertainty gnawed at your insides, causing your hands to fidget nervously. You felt the urge to break the silence. But before you could speak, hesitation held your words captive until you moved.

"You know, I—"

“Pst pst pst cariño” Carlos pointed at you.

You stood in place, your mouth agape in stunned silence. Time seemed to stretch endlessly. Every muscle tensed, yet you remained immobilized, a silent observer trapped in the grip of disbelief.

"Hm, but a nice mouth that talks." Carlos winked at you.

The boys began to pace around you, their movements calculated and deliberate. What were they planning? The air grew thick with apprehension, suffocating you as the realization dawned that you. But with each passing moment, the circle tightened, trapping you in.

"Guys, please—" you began, your voice trembling, but Carlos cut you off with a commanding tone.

"Cariño!" his voice boomed, drowning out your plea.

Charles shot Carlos a cautionary glance, silently urging him to ease up. Then, with a gentler demeanor, Charles turned his attention to you.

"What's wrong, cherie?" his tone softer and more understanding.

You shifted your gaze from Max to Carlos and back again, uncertainty flickering in your eyes before settling on Charles.

"What's going on?" you asked, your voice tinged with confusion.

Max, already brimming with impatience took matters into his own hands.

"Come on, little one. We noticed you peeking at us," Max remarked, "Making eyes on us. And we like you too, so why not do something about it?”

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of their scrutiny.

"Only if you want to, of course," Charles said kindly, his words offering a glimmer of reassurance amidst the tension.

You simply stared at him, your gaze locked onto his. Suddenly, Carlos leaned into your back. The heat emanated from him even more and he absolutely burned your skin with his touch. He lowered his head to whisper into your ear.

"Don't you want it, cariño?" he stroked your bare arm with his right hand.

A chill ran down your spine, but slowly, almost instinctively, you leaned your head against his chest. The warmth of his embrace enveloped you, offering a brief moment for you to breathe. Not for long, you gasped as Carlos grabbed your cunt.

"Darling, do you want it?" Charles asked, the words tumbling out in a rush as if he couldn't contain them any longer.

Confusion swirled in your mind, your senses feeling like they were submerged in hot water, overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation. You found yourself at a loss for words.

"Y/N, look me in the eyes. You are safe with me," Charles urged gently, his voice a comforting anchor.

Taking a deep breath, you finally met Charles's gaze, finding a genuine tenderness reflected in his eyes. With a silent nod, you conveyed your consent.

"Words, cariño," Carlos interjected, his touch soothing as he stroked your arms.

"Yes, I want it," you whispered, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

But before you could dwell on the feeling for too long, Max pounced on you, shattering the fragile moment of vulnerability with his sudden action.

His soft lips pressed against you, and with each kiss, he peeled away some layers. He took every breath of air from your lungs like the wind from sails. As he held you with his left hand, his strong grip around your neck left you helpless.

You placed your hands on his chest to create space, hoping to at least retain before he draines the breathing life out of you.

With each glance, the red of your skin deepened. Carlos chuckled, amused. Max let you go and you were able to turn to Carlos. Panting, you stared into his eyes.

"Strip." Max said.

The words cut through the tender atmosphere and you frantically started undressing, feeling ashamed and nervous for what came next.

Approval nods from Max gave you confidence in your beauty and Charles's gentle caressing of one cheek gave you a moment of comfort, romantic gestures that made you close your eyes.

As you opened them again, your eyes almost burst out of you head as you stared. Both of them were absolutely gorgeous, and just the thought of them being able for you to take advantage of their bodies made you salivate.

"Don't drool,'' when Charles laughed, you became even more overwhelmed to see them in full naked glory.

At that moment you lowered your eyes and looked at your palms. You noticed that Charles is still dressed. And you decided to act. You looked into his eyes and started undressing him. Charles grinned at you like he was proud of your reaction.

You were just on your knees when you had his erect cock in front of you.

Taking it carefully in your hands, your gaze was focused on him. Whether you could touch him or not, it was unclear; you wanted to, but at the same time, you felt like you shouldn’t. The tension between the two of you was heavy; there was a desire to touch, but also a fear of doing something you weren't supposed to.

He stroked your hair in return as a green light for you. Your fears and doubts dissolved away under the heat of the moment. The only thing that mattered now was the desire to touch, to suck him as best you could. The excitement of the moment made you lose yourself in the sensation. Only after a while did you realize that the boys were also around you, their presence an additional stimulation to the already palpable tension.

You left your mouth wrapped around Charles and reached out for both of them with each hand. You started riding up and down, taking your pace slow and taking it very sensually. The sounds of muffled and suppressed noises as they moan filled the air like a lullaby.

"I can't take it anymore," Max hissed "I'm taking her ass."

Hearing those words made you excited.

"I'm going to lie down and you're going to sit on me, okay cherie?" Charles told you.

Following Charles's commands, you strap his lap while he looked at you from below. Listening to his words without hesitating, you were already fully immersed in the moment and willing to do whatever pleases him without further ado.

By this time you were getting lost in those green eyes, Max stuck his fingers in you.

You gasped as he whispered in your ear and peck your cheek, "I'll borrow some," his warm breath brushing your skin made you feel dizzy and your heart beating faster.

You felt overwhelmed with emotions. The intensity of the moment made you choke back tears, and as Max started kissing and biting your neck, the sensation overwhelmed you more that you reached your hands into his hair, tugging lightly. Meanwhile, Charles's grip on your hips kept you steady, not letting you move too much.

"If she’s acting like this now, I don't know how she will make it to the end" Carlos said.

Hearing Carlos's words disturbed you, and the look of fear on your face reflected that. Suddenly, it was as if the whole world came to pause. Max and Charles waited patiently, both having a neutral facial expression.

Carlos walked over to you as he stroked your hair, the smile on his face made him seem more friendly and comforting.

With that, he asked, "Will you be a good girl right?" a question that made you hesitate and wonder what that really meant.

You nodded to Carlos's question, but with him kissing your forehead, you felt some sense of reassurance and comfort. You didn't quite know what he meant by 'till the end', but you trusted him and his gestures.

Charles focused on you, slowly directing you to sit on top of him. You took him in, taking it slow as you looked into his beautiful eyes, feeling yourself consumed by his gaze. The urge to obey took over as you felt yourself becoming lost inside the intimacy of the moment between the two of you.

You started to sob as time went on, feeling like the experience was too much for you. Charles waited a moment for you to get used to it, but before you actually could, he was pulling you down again.

The sensations were intense and overwhelming. You felt both panic and excitement as you felt Max trying to insert himself in you.

But you pulled away from him from the overwhelming sensation.

"Cariño, you said you would be a good girl."

His words filled you with both a sense of panic and excitement, as if he was reminding you of his power over you. He had brought you to this moment and he was the one setting the rules of it.

"I'm sorry."

Is all you could say at the moment, as the words of him were still ringing in your ears.

"Spread your cheeks honey." Max said sweetly.

Following his instruction to be a good girl, you went with the flow in that moment, feeling Charles's presence inside of you and Max slowly creeping into you. The sensation was new and intense, and it took some time before you could adjust to it. But once you did, all those feelings of excitement and lust escalated into you coming undone with a loud cry.

"So fucking tight." Max hissed.

Lost in pleasure and the high of the moment, you fell on Charles's chest, his presence inside of you creating an intense experience.

"Kiss Me." Charles told you.

Hearing his words, you looked up to him and saw him gazing at you intently. His gaze filled you with a jolt of energy and desire.

Raising your head to meet his lips, you let yourself be carried away by the kiss while Carlos’s wandering hand toyed with your clit.

The loud moans escaping you were a reflection of the overwhelming sensation of satisfaction you were experiencing. It all became too much, too intense, and too perfect. Max's grip on your hips kept you steady and you felt so good in his arms.

"Such a good girl." He rasped in your ear.

Charles grabbed you by your breasts and started thrusting into you from below.

You were coming for the second time with Carlos as he was handling himself while looking at the intense scene.

"Such a good girl." Max told you and Charles pinched your nipples.

Seeing the state that Charles had been brought to made you feel powerful. The color of his cheeks, his parted lips, and the pure passion in his eyes, unlike anything you had seen before, made you understand the immense pleasure he was experiencing, and the intense desire he had for you.

You felt him slowly buck under you, his cock starting to stretch and grow inside of you.

"Charles, cum in me."

The command you gave made Charles let out a loud moan, and to that Carlos laughed.

Carlos walked next to you and placed his hand on your face, turning it towards him, and locking your gaze onto his. His grip was firm, letting you know who was in charge.

He tapped your lips and you opened them up for him. He drove his cock into you.

You felt Max grow inside you and even with Carlos' cock in your mouth you screamed as Max bit your neck hard enough to silence his moans.

Charles was lost in the sensations, moaning and stuttering which made him unable to form any coherent words. His eyes were open and wide, filled with pure desire and pleasure watching you taking Carlos.

In the afterglow of the intense high that everyone was experiencing, you were all panting, the effects still lingering, making the whole moment seem even more real.

"We are very proud of you."

Hearing Charles's words and the gentle pinch on your cheek, you felt a warm, fuzzy feeling come over you.

“Shall we switch positions?”

Carlos's question brought you back to reality, and you nodded eagerly, eager to experience more.

[treason-and-plot]

Saturday 9.03 am

The next morning Nanette is giddy with excitement at the prospect of seeing Renny again. Raj forbade her from having any direct contact with Renny after his systems were hacked last year, but mysterious packages arrive regularly in the mail for Nanette from Paris: designer silk scarves and handbags, perfume, lingerie, an exquisite cashmere pashmina, a crate of Vintage champagne. It’s obvious that Nanette and Renny's romance is still flourishing!

“I hope we’re allowed to stay at his mansion again,” says Nanette. “That place was like something out of a dream! Everything about Paris was like a dream!”

“Yeah,” says Mia. "A wet dream, right Ma?"

Nanette allows herself a few self-conscious giggles, then her expression becomes sombre.

"And we also need to remember that things could easily turn into a nightmare if we don’t take what we’re doing seriously. This is not a holiday. Mia. We’re going to Paris for serious business. Very serious.”

"Of course I know that, Ma," says Mia. "But we can still have fun at the same time. Hey, speaking of fun, has Renny mentioned anything about Pablo lately? Is he still around?"

"I don't talk to Renny." says Nanette. "Raj expressly forbid it, remember?"

"Sure you don't," says Mia. A family of tourists enters and the father asks Mia how much they charge for a guided tour of the museum. Mia tells them that Nanette's tour is included in the entry fee. The ten year old son wants to know if they get to harpoon any whales.

"Awww, what a pity you came on the first Saturday of the month! We only harpoon whales on the last Saturday of the month!" says Mia.

"Right this way!" Nanette says, and they follow her into the next room, the little boy scuffing his feet with disappointment. A few moments later Mia's phone rings. It's Julia.

"Oh my God, oh my GOD," she says. "Mia, did you hear the news?"

[seonghw4ffles]

princess fluffy-cupcake-sparkles

i'll be the laziest superman, so follow me !

playing happy fools, poppin love ..

yeosang x fem!reader

au: a school project at a flower garden

genre: grumpy!yeosang x sunshine!reader, fluff, tsundere, a piece of dialogue, a jealous-but-dont-wanna-admit-it yeosang

wc: 1.0k

summary: if yeosang hated animals but only tolerated them for you

tw: yeosang jelly of wooyoung

note: inspired by that one scene in ouabh and dude i was like ooo yeosang HELP ong i js pulled this out of my notes app tbh there is no reason for anything TT i love nonchalant yeosang so much idk why....

yeosang stood far from the venue, his back to a large stone. a mysterious creature, which he soon figures is a cat, approaches him and starts to sniff his shoes. he struggles, unfamiliar with dealing with animals.

the cat was white coated, with large patches of orange and black laid all over itself. a calico cat, but yeosang does not know that. he is not familiar with whatever sort of cat breeds there are or its names, nor does he care.

he tried to kick it away, but it does not leave.

"interesting..." he mutters.

yeosang notices that you have already arrived from the payment stall, though he does not react.

you are at the botanical garden with yeosang, required to take pictures for a school travel project of visiting significant places around town.

when you find a cat meandering around his feet, you giggle. "it must like you!!"

"perhaps it does." he looks down at the cat and stares at it.

previously, you insisted to pay for the entry fee, but yeosang blackmailed you to not do so, to use his card instead.

he sighs and then speaks to it. "leave me alone, mutt."

as he says so, his eyes subtly widen with agitation at the fact it does not want to leave.

"you should name it. spill some ideas," you smile as you look down to the cat.

yeosang looks up at you in confusion and disbelief, as if it was a foolish act to name a random animal from the woods.

"what?"

"why should i? it's not my pet, it's just a stray." he replies, dismissing your suggestion.

but he keeps his gaze on the little animal, which doesn't seem to leave him alone.

"hmm." he starts to speak to it. "stay if you wish... but do not expect any attention from me."

you chuckle at his decision to talk to the cat, becoming more and more amused. it is visible that you already grew fond of the stray cat.

"you should name it....." you hum, lost in thought for ideas, "oh!! i know!! you should name it princess fluffy-cupcake-sparkles!!"

"that name is completely ridiculous," he says, his expression becoming a form of disgust when he looks back down at the cat. "how does a creature like this deserve such a name? if i had a pet, which i never will, the name would make sense."

you look up from the cat to yeosang, your expression dissipating to a blank, empty stare of disappointment. you almost choose to abandon this whole project despite its relevance to your grading, solely to leave yeosang to do it all alone.

"next time i choose a partner to do this project with, it'll be with someone who has a sense of humour. maybe someone like wooyoung."

yeosang's gaze ever so slowly travels from your toes to your eyes, his face turning to indifference. he ignores the cat and its intentions, looking directly at you.

a moment of silence ensues as he attempts to figure out what to say.

"yes, go ahead and partner with wooyoung. i would like to see the result of your foolish decision."

you get surprised by the sudden tone. the answer is also astonishing, as you expected a response of apathy. "oh come on, it was even more of a foolish decision to partner with you," you reply.

"you chose to do this with me simply because you did not have friends. it was foolish on your part to believe things would be of joy for you," he says, maintaining his usual tone.

you tried not to take offence.

he looks down at the cat and finally, with a heavy sigh, he decides to entertain the idea of naming it.

"fine, i will name it. but not with that stupid name."

you're taken back. you're surprised by how easily he is induced, knowing how dense of an individual he is. he seemed to be affected by the mere mention of your choice of a partner being wooyoung, to the major extent that he had to agree to do such a thing.

"if i didn't know you better, i would say you're jealous of him," you say.

he stays silent for a moment, glaring back up at you again. "jealousy is not something i am used to feeling," he pauses, his voice vastly unwelcoming."i did not agree to talk or joke about wooyoung."

a moment of silence ensues between the two of you. the cat continues sniffing around and starts to walk towards him again. it circles around his feet, rubbing itself to his leather boots.

"princess fluffy-cupcake-sprinkles already claims you as his owner," you smile.

"do not associate me with the cat." yeosang says, and you can sense that his patience with your jokes are starting to dwindle. the cat steps a short distance away from him after a few moments and simply stares at him from afar, growing bored of him.

you chuckle at the reaction of yeosang. "i dont know why you dislike such adorable creatures."

he shakes his head and groans.

"its a mere animal. why am i expected to pay any attention to it?" he sighs.

he attempts find relish in the cat for you're very sake, but he knows very well that the cat is annoying him more and more by its mere presence alone.

with one last glance, the cat finally leaves and moves on elsewhere.

he relaxes a bit, but his expression remains unchanged. he clears his throat. "now that that's taken care of, let's go."

"wait," you say. yeosang turns right after he starts walking to the venue, watching you carefully sneak over towards the cat again. he is in major disappointment to your stupid, futile decisions.

you manage to pick up the cat, and it does not run. "yeosang!!" you hold up the obedient feline and smile widely.

he instantly softens. 

"well, what do you intend with that thing?" he asks.

"take the pictures with it!!" you reply. you carry the cat over your shoulder, and you run over to yeosang. 

"do you believe the garden allows it?" he says with a genuine intent of reminding you that you are stepping into a neat garden of flowers.

"how could they refuse it? look!" you hold up the damn cat, smiling illuminantly. "princess fluffy-cupcake-sparkles!!"

he refuses to admit what you're smile does to him.

"princess.." he struggles, ashamed of the lengths he goes for you. "princess fluffy-cupcake-sparkles."

[ifcomp]

IFComp Seeking an Artist for the 2024 Logo

We are looking for art for this year’s IFComp logo! We will pay a $250 commission.

Artists should express interest by sending us a link to their past work/portfolio via email: ifcomp@ifcomp.org by July 15; the artist will be selected by the end of July.

More info:

We will request one rough draft for review / edit before the final logo is produced.

We must have the final art in hand by August 25th.

We will need three versions of the logo: one with no text, one that says ‘IFComp’, and one that says ‘IFComp 2024’.

The final image file will be created or scanned at 3600 x 3600 px, and the design should still be clearly legible when reduced for display at 250 x 250 px for the web.

If you incorporate a person (optional) we ask that you make the person’s gender ambiguous.

We ask that you integrate the IFTF logo into the art in some way.

The IFComp logo should imply / be inspired by the many genres of games people make.

We will also request an invoice from the artist that the includes the following terms:

The Interactive Fiction Technology Foundation has the right to use the image in whole or in part, in world-wide publishing, print, or on any merchandise for an unlimited time. The artists reserves the right to use or edit the work to be used in their portfolio. The artist will be paid $250 US dollars, sent by PayPal or Venmo, upon receipt of final image file. IFComp will cover currency conversion fees charged by PayPal.

If you are an artist thinking about making something for this year's competition (e.g. cover art or a game), the logo may not be or have an obvious reference to an entry submitted this year. We are still open to artists participating in any way, whether it be submitting a game or doing art for an author, in this year's competition.

Here are the last few years’ logos, just to give you an idea of what we’re looking for…

Please feel free to share this info far and wide - and with any great artists you know! The artist does not have to be part of the interactive fiction community.

[kindfrog]

Altruist AU

[Part 1] [Part 2]

It had been a very frustrating and unproductive conversation that followed. Sera had forced an unwilling Emily from the room, citing that this was to be a private matter and she was not to speak of it to anyone.

Alastor, who had yet to receive any useful information concerning how one returned to hell, pondered the matter as he tuned out the hushed argument taking place by the doorway.

How could he, of all demons, have possibly been redeemed enough to warrant entry to capital H Heaven? He was a cannibal, a serial killer- in life and in death! He was unrepentant of his actions, nor guilty, nor remorseful. He enjoyed causing others pain, he had no hesitance about enacting revenge and punishment on those who crossed him or got in his way.

He didn’t believe in redemption or rehabilitation. Didn’t believe he could be saved, and beyond that he most assuredly didn’t want to be.

Alastor had spent more than a century in Hell by this point, carving out a place for himself, building his reputation to unimaginable heights. He had cultivated his powers, his strengths, his network and audience. And now… in the blink of an eye, in a moment of weakness, the floor had vanished from beneath him.

So what had changed? These past six months, the hotel, Miss Charlotte Morningstar… Alastor had been so careful to keep his distance, to remain unattached, but he couldn’t deny an infinitesimal part of his owned soul had softened. As he had remarked to Niffty, he’d grown accustomed to the company of the circus act he’d taken up responsibility for.

Was that small change enough to cause something like this though? Doubtful, he sneered mentally. Especially when he had ulterior motives for forming those connections.

It made no sense! If getting into heaven was as simple a matter as dying for a good cause regardless of personal belief in it then… well. It just couldn’t be that simple.

“Alastor was it?”

Alastor snapped back to alertness at Sera’s question, noting Emily was now gone.

“Quite right! And you are Sera. The seraphim Charlotte and Vagatha met some weeks ago to negotiate the exterminations.”

Alastor tracked the subtle tightening of her expression at his words. Clearly the memory of that disastrous meeting was an uncomfortable one for her. Charlie had regaled him with the details of heaven, and the truths that had been consequently unveiled on their way Cannibal Town. To think that was just yesterday. The entire week before the battle felt strangely distant now.

Sera spoke firmly, “What happened with the extermination? What happened in Hell? Explain.”

“Please.” she tagged on the end, like it was an afterthought to employ good manners.

“Oh! Well! Since you said please…” He couldn’t resist from rolling his eyes. Now should he play it polite to garner some favour or…

“Your darling little angels came down like eager bloodthirsty, rabies ridden puppies and got more than they bargained for is what happened. Last I saw plenty of their corpses were scattered about Hell, stabbed and being feasted on by a hoard of ravenous cannibals!”

…well who was he to hide the truth from her?

Alastor grinned sharply at her frustrated hiss. He could almost feel the manic look that must be in his eyes. If he were back in Hell that moment he wouldn’t be resisting the urge to grow and transform into a monstrous eldritch horror to tear and render all those vile winged freaks to meaty shreds. As it were he’d have to content himself with waiting for any survivors to come crawling back to Heaven before he could confront them.

And Adam.

As much as he wished to return the favour thrice over, he hoped that Charlie was taking care of it down below. The very recent memory of feeing his chest cave in, ribs snapping, blood gushing, was stark in his mind. Meanwhile the knowledge that Charlie and the others were likely still fighting, against such merciless killers, while he was standing politely in Heaven, had his smile straining even further.

“And then? ‘Last you saw’ of them, but not the last you saw of Hell. What happened to you to have you end up here? Charlie didn’t mention anyone by the name of Alastor, nor were you someone we saw in our looking glass to Hell. So who are you, and why were you fighting Adam?”

“I’m afraid most of my titles would be utterly meaningless to you, my dear. But the most relevant one is that I am Charlie’s business partner! Her patron I suppose you could say. I’ve helped her run the hotel for the past six months, and as such have taken upon myself the responsibility for it and its clients welfare. Including defending it from murderous angels, when necessary.” He flared his arms out to the sides in a shallow mocking bow, and noted to his consternation his wings followed suit.

Propping her hand on her hip, her six wings fluttered agitatedly behind her. “A business partner she never mentioned? Why didn’t you come with her for her meeting, if you’re so integral to the hotel?”

“Why don’t you come down and kill the damned souls yourself, instead of delegating it to Heavens army?” he retaliated.

“This is getting us nowhere! So you were defending the hotel, and ended up fighting Adam, who killed you, and now you’re here? I doubt you’re the only demon who’s died during this battle! Where are they? Why has it been only you to appear like this? What did you do?!”

Seras’ tall form loomed over over Alastor, who even with his considerable height couldn’t match her. Unfortunately for her there wasn’t a resident of hell who wasn’t adapted to harsh glares and looming powerful figures, and he more so than most was used to coming out the other side of such interactions unscathed. It had been a while since he’d had a chance to meet anyone who didn’t know who he was, decades in fact.

Alastor decided then and there to revel in the opportunity to strike fear and respect into a fresh target. A whole realm of them in fact. But it wouldn’t do to make a move so soon, not when he was in unfamiliar territory, without his staff, an unclear level of control over his powers, and who knows what changes to his physical form.

“I haven’t the foggiest.” He murmured with a beatific smile, watching Sera’s shoulders slump and the anger drain from her face at his lack of reaction. “Perhaps we could have a more in-depth discussion later on? I’d appreciate some space to get my bearings after going through such an ordeal, and no doubt you need to prepare for any returning exterminators.”

“I… yes. I suppose. Emily would be happy to show you to a spare bedroom I’m sure.”

“Marvellous! do call her back in then. I’m sure her ears are aching from all the hard work they’ve been doing.” He smirked as the door proceeded to crack open, and the smaller angels head poked in with a contrite expression across their face.

“Hiii~ Sera. Hi Alastor.”

“Hello Emily! So nice to properly make your acquaintance!” Alastor walked over to shake her hand, conveniently bypassing Sera and getting closer to the door. “Sera and I have agreed to postpone further discussion until later, so do be a doll and show me to a spare room? And I’ll even answer your questions about Charlie while we walk.”

He gently steered her back out the door before Sera could counter his decision, entering a light blue corridor with yellow accents and high arching windows vaguely reminiscent of the St Lewis Cathedral.

“Now Charlie told me all about meeting you! She was particularly fond of the koalas apparently-“

As Alastors and Emilys enthusiastic chatter grew fainter to her ears, Sera released a resigned sigh. She didn’t know Alastor, didn’t know what kind of monster had just been released into Heaven, but the heavy weight that had settled in her gut told her redemption wasn’t going to be a peaceful transition.

[kristi16]

All flavours for 5K

Summary: Each man possesses unique qualities that draw her in, making her journey both exhilarating and challenging

Warnings: smut, 18+, foursome, p in v, p in a, oral m receiving, dom!guys, submissive!reader, slight degradation

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You appeared in a dire situation. You are between three men. Between three men you really liked. And every one of them was completely different. Everyone brought something different to the table. It was exciting what a blossom of flavours you have experienced.

It all started with the paddock. You were lucky enough to be able to auction off the entry fee to the paddock for 5,000 euros. You have loved the formula since you were a child and wanted to fulfill your dream of standing so close to everything that you have only observed through the screen until now.

You were a Ferrari fan, but over time, Max won your heart too. You got used to him and started to like him as much as your favorite pair of ferrari men.

The whole experience of that day was really normal, but then you appeared in the room. Locked. With these three hotties.

You were in a trance. You were slightly shocked and scared. You were terribly ashamed just to be standing there. The three of them side by side stood in front of you. Max had his typical expression that hardly said anything about him. He made you feel like you messed something up and now he's going to yell at you. Charles was smiling at you sweetly which calmed you down. But Carlos, you could feel the warmth that radiated from his body and you were incredibly attracted to him. On top of that, he was looking you up and down.

You swallowed. All the pleasant feeling Charles gave you was gone.

"So, how do we do this?" Max said.

The boys looked at each other. You started to rub your hands and were about to say something.

"You know, I—"

“Pst pst pst cariño” Carlos pointed at you.

You stood as if transfixed with your mouth open.

"Hm, but she has a nice mouth." Carlos winked at you.

You immediately closed it and waited to see what would come. Boys started walking around you. Circling as if you were their prey. You started to panic what was going on.

"You know I don't even know-"

"Cariño!"

Charles looked at Carlos to take it easy. Charles turned to you and lowered himself.

"What's wrong cherie?"

You started gliding your eyes from Max to Carlos and back to Max. Then you docked at Charles.

"What's going on?" you asked.

Max was already suffering from impatience, so he took the situation into his own hands.

"Come on, little one. We noticed you peeking at us. Making eyes on us. And we like you too, so why not do something about it?” Max said.

You just swallowed.

"Only if you want to, of course." Charles said kindly to you.

You just stared at him. Suddenly, Carlos leaned into your back. The heat emanated from him even more and he absolutely burned your skin with his touch. He lowered his head to whisper into your ear.

"Don't you want it, cariño?" he stroked your bare arm with his right hand.

A chill ran down your spine and you leaned your head into his left breast. You gasped as Carlos grabbed your cunt.

“Darling, do you want it?” Charles asked.

You didn't know what to do first, your senses were starting to feel like they were in hot water.

“Y/N, look me in the eyes. You are safe with me.” and so you finally looked Charles in the eyes. You really found tenderness in them. You just nodded.

"Words cariño." Carlos said, stroking your arms again.

"Yes. I want it." you felt so embarrassed.

But that didn't last long because Max pounced on you.

"Finally." he stated pressing his lips to yours.

With every kiss he peeled off a piece of you. He took every breath from your lungs like the wind from your sails. He held you with his left hand around your neck so you wouldn't move and you hopelessly placed your hands on his chest, hoping to at least create some space between you, otherwise he would drain your entire soul from your body.

"Look how red she is." Carlos chuckled.

Max let you go and you were able to turn to Carlos. Panting.

"You are gorgeous cherie." Charles smiled at you. Although there was something deeper, darker in his eyes.

"Strip." Max said.

He was looking at you with a look that gave you no choice. You frantically started undressing. All shame has left you. You were more nervous about what to expect next.

“Fucking beautiful.” Carlos said and Max nodded.

You don't know why, but the approval from Max gave you confidence. Charles caressed your cheek and began caressing your jaw. Because of the tenderness and romantic gestures, you closed your eyes and didn't notice the world around you for a while. When you opened your eyes. You saw Max and Carlos in their full naked glory.

Your eyes almost popped out and you just stared. Both were absolutely gorgeous. Just the thought of these two offering you things and you being able to take advantage of their body made you salivate.

"Don't drool." Charles laughed.

At that moment you lowered your eyes and looked at your palms. You noticed that Charles is still dressed. And you decided to act. You looked into his eyes and started undressing him. First shirt, then pants. Charles grinned at you like he was proud of his sweet little girl. You were just on your knees when you had his erect cock in front of you. You took it carefully in your hand and looked at him. Whether you can touch him. He stroked your hair in return and it was a green light for you. You forgot everything, your only concern was to suck him down as best you could. You got so lost in it that only after a while did you notice that the boys joined in and stood around you. You decided to take matters into your own hands. Literary.

You left your mouth wrapped around Charles and reached out for both cocks with each hand. You started riding up and down. Very slow and very sensual. You had to be careful not to hurt anyone. Hearing them moan was like a favourite song to listen to.

"I can't take it anymore." Max hissed.

"I'm taking the ass."

The boys just nodded and you were back in the submissive position. You had no idea what that meant.

"I'm going to lie down and you're going to sit on me, okay cherie?" Charles told you.

By this time you were just listening without further ado. You strap his lap while he was looking at you from below. Before you could get down, Max stuck his fingers in your cunt.

"I'll borrow some." he said in your ear and peck your cheek.

You sobbed at his touch and tilted your head back. Max started violently kissing your neck and biting your skin. You reached your hand into his hair and tugged lightly. Meanwhile, Charles grabbed your hips to keep you in place.

"If she’s acting like this now, I don't know how it will end." Carlos said.

This disturbed you and you looked at him with frightened look in your face.

Suddenly, it was as if the whole world stopped. Max waited patiently, so did Charles. Carlos walked over to you and started stroking your hair. He was smiling beautifully at you.

"Will you be a good girl right?"

You just nodded. He kissed your forehead and motioned to the two boys.

First Charles. Charles focused on you and slowly directed you to sit on top of him. You took him in.

You just looked into his beautiful eyes and let yourself be consumed by his gaze urging you to obey.

You began to sob as time went on and his flesh pushing into you. It was a lot to handle. Charles waited a moment for you to get used to it. But before you actually could, he was pulling you down again. Now you started to feel that excitement and sense of fulfillment. So much so that you could feel your orgasm creeping up to the top.

At the same moment you felt Max's cock trying to penetrate you from behind.

You squealed and pulled away from him. You fell on Charles' chest.

"Cariño, you said you would be a good girl."

You looked at him with a sad look on your face. Charles scratched your hair.

"You'll like it, you'll see. I'm already drooling over you Y/N. Imagine how good the boys will feel when you submit to them.” Charles smiled at you.

You just smiled at him. And you relaxed.

"Spread your cheeks honey." Max said sweetly.

You did as he said. You still felt Charles inside you and now you felt Max creeping into you. You've never done anything like this.

“So fucking tight.” Max hissed.

You heard him moan softly which flattered you. That you managed to soften Max.

He slowly pushed it into you and it got harder and harder for you to swallow the pain. You bit down on Charles' shoulder and suffered silently.

"Kiss Me." Charles told you.

You raised your head enough for you to touch his lip. Then you felt Carlos playing with your clit and you forgot about the pain Max caused you. Up to the point where you were starting to feel pleasure from Max sliding in and out of you.

You started to moan loudly. Max pulled you to him by your hips and held you tight.

"Such a good girl." He rasped in your ear.

Charles grabbed you by your breasts and started thrusting into you from below. You managed to move up and down at least a little while Max was loading you from behind. It was too much so you immediately squirted all over Charles.

“Fuuuuuck.” Carlos said as he masturbated at what he saw.

You were starting to get tired of the orgasm, but the boys kept loading you full and you had no choice but to recover.

"Such a good girl." Max told you and Charles pinched your nipples.

You screamed and stuttered. Charles moved his hand to your clit.

You noticed how screwed up Charles was. Pink cheeks, lips parted and such pure passion in the eyes that you have never seen before.

You felt him slowly buck under you, his cock starting to stretch and grow inside of you. You knew it would be soon.

“Charles, cum in me.” you said and Charles let out a loud moan.

“Making commands already?” Carlos laughed.

He walked over to you and turned your head towards him with his hand. He tapped your lips with his head. You opened for him. He drove his cock into you, and you tried to concentrate on giving him head as much as possible.

"You look like a good whore" Carlos stated.

You felt Max grow inside you as well and Charles' fingers on your clit quickened. You started to lose control and consciousness. You saw stars and excruciating pain and enormous pleasure and another wave of pleasure flowing through your entire body. Even with Carlos' cock in your mouth you screamed as Max dug into your neck and bit you hard enough to silence his moans. Charles was just moaning and stuttering, his eyes wide open, watching you sucking Carlos's dick, coming so hard that you felt like there was nowhere for his seed to fit.

Carlos pulled out of your mouth and splashed all over your face. You just blinked as much as your eyelids could handle.

Max began to kiss you more gently and told you how amazing you were.

"We are very proud of you." Charles pinched your cheek.

That made you smile. Carlos ended it with a question.

"Shall we switch positions?"

[knifedancer]

The Kissing Booth

Marinette's class opts to run a kissing booth for their school fair fundraiser. Unfortunately Chloe drops out at the last minute and Marinette is selected to replace her. She's really uncomfortable with being a 'kisser' at the booth but then something unexpected happens...

Also posted on AO3.

“I don’t know about this, Alya!” Marinette anxiously tugged on the fabric that would be her blindfold for the next hour. It was canary yellow with little bees and flowers embroidered on it. She had handmade one for each participant.

“Come on, girl! You agreed to the kissing booth idea when we were planning what our school fair project would be,” Alya replied.

“But I didn’t plan to participate! This is so humiliating,” the bluenette bit her lip as she mentally panicked. “Why did Chloe have to back out at the last possible minute?”

The other girl shook her head, “Doesn’t matter. Don’t you see? This is your chance! You’ve been in love with Adrien since collège and we’re in lycée now. You’re no longer that short, awkward classmate that tripped over herself in Sunshine’s presence. He’ll kiss you and it’ll be magical. You’ll get married and have three kids and a hamster named—”

“Marinette, it’s your turn at the booth!” Rose’s excited voice called out from the other side of the curtain. The girl in question felt the pit of her stomach drop at the pronouncement, being overtaken by nerves.

“Look, I pulled some strings so you won’t be scheduled for the same hour as Adrien. That way he can come and support you instead of being tied up at the other side of the booth from you. Now get out there!” Alya shoved her from the small prep area they had curtained off and towards the back entry.

Marinette knew the booth set up by heart as she had helped design and build it. It was a long chute with two aisles that led to a set of booths where a male and female student would stand. Both booths were separated by a barrier and an exit curtain would lead the attendees away. Six students in total had signed up to be participants, equally split between sexes, and all had to be eighteen to avoid extra approval paperwork with the school. A few student staff members would stand at the entryway, before the two aisles diverged, to collect the required entry fee. Next to the entry was a bulletin board where the current participants’ photos would be posted. Participants would sit or stand at the booth while blindfolded, kissing whoever approached. They had set the whole thing up to keep things as anonymous as possible so that other students wouldn’t feel pressured to go one way or another, avoiding embarrassment, and keep from any awkwardness happening after in school.

It had been a good plan but Chloe, who had initially volunteered, had decided to flake out at the last possible moment. It left them in a lurch as they needed another female student to take her place and there were very few girls in the class that were eighteen that were willing to fill in: Juleka and Marinette. The Adrienette club, consisting of their various friends from Bustier’s old class, had tapped the designer to do it. She was very uncomfortable with the idea and expressed her desire not to participate – she hadn’t even had her first real kiss yet! No, she didn’t count the ones as Ladybug! – but they were adamant. They had brushed off her concerns without a second thought. It didn’t help when they heaped on the guilt about not being able to reach their fundraising goal for their class trip without their sixth person. Railroaded into accepting, the bluenette had been barely holding back a panic attack ever since.

The Ladyblogger gestured for her to take a seat on the stool and helped her put on the blindfold. “Alright, there you are! Now…I know you’re nervous but don’t worry about it! You’re going to be fine! But, if it helps, I’m your first customer,” with that, Alya gave her a friendly peck on the cheek that caused them both to laugh. “Don’t worry, you got this.” With that, she turned Marinette towards the front of the booth and exited the area, leaving the girl alone.

The young designer sat and wondered who might come to her side of the booth. With her luck, Adrien wouldn’t come at all. Not that she was necessarily hoping for that outcome. She had been waiting for three years for him to notice her, three years to figure out a way to tell him how she felt, three years of helping him with dates or gifts for other girls… Was someone worth waiting for that never noticed you or thought of you as anything more than a friend? She wanted to matter to someone! Marinette had resolved herself to let the silly crush go.  She had grown into herself since making that decision, becoming more confident and outgoing, losing her stutter, as well as finally gaining a little height (170cm). She was finally taller than her maman! Plus the physical exertion she experienced as Ladybug left her with athletic, lean muscles stretched over a pear-shaped frame. She wasn’t as curvy as Alya or Mylene, but she was happy with her more feminine curves. Even with all those changes, Adrien had still not noticed her, so she felt more assured than ever that she made the right choice.

An hour of time can pass in a blink of an eye or feel like a lifetime. For Marinette, it was the latter. After a little while, she found herself still sitting alone. She had propped her elbows up onto the small counter of the booth and rested her head on her hand. The walls themselves were not very thick so she knew Kim, who was sharing other side of the booth for the hour, had received several customers. Satisfied ones at that, if the moans and giggling were any indication.

‘Jeez, Kim… I’d tell you to get a room but you actually have one already…,’ she thought to herself as she blushed from a particularly raunchy noise. ‘Guess I didn’t have anything to worry about, no one really wants to kiss me.’ Tears pricked at her eyes behind the blindfold at that thought. Not that she wanted to be kissed by any random person, especially for her first kiss, but it still wounded her feelings a little. Almost every girl worries that she could be unattractive, Marinette was no exception.

And so, time passed awkwardly accentuated by muffled noises from next door. When it got closer to the end of the hour, Marinette could hear a commotion towards the entryway but could not make out what was being said. She could vaguely hear Alya questioning someone, but the response was lost on the bluenette. She wished she was up there instead, handling angry customers had become second nature to her from all her years working at her parents’ bakery. Anything was better than just sitting here!

Within a few minutes the commotion outside had stopped and she could hear footsteps approaching. “Miss Dupain-Cheng, your hour has finished. It is time for Miss Kubdel’s shift. I have come to retrieve you,” came the familiar voice of Felix. Adrien’s cousin was still the haughty boy he always had been but had mellowed out enough to participate in class fundraisers. Like Marinette, he had also gone through changes over the last three years. While Adrien had the height and strong shoulders, he had taken more after his mother – a lithe form with lean muscles. It turned out for the best, allowing the model to take on more androgynous looks that appealed to Gabriel’s larger audience. Felix had grown to over 180cm, developed broad shoulders and a bulkier muscular structure, and began styling his hair in a shorter version of the Harvard Cut. He still wore the same formal clothes but now had the stature to match his superior attitude. He certainly cut an intimidating figure.

Marinette untied her blindfold, sliding from the booth to join him by the exit curtain. She rubbed her eyes with a stretch, feeling stiff from sitting for so long. “Thanks, Felix. That was a long hour! How did we do on fundraising so far?”

“It appears we made our goal,” he replied blandly.

“Wow, really? Mon Dieu, I guess Kim was really popular!” Felix seemed to stiffen at her statement but did not say anything. “At least whatever we raise from the third shift can be used in our rainy-day fund.”

Felix, ever the gentleman, lifted the curtain aside for her and she nodded her thanks. They politely parted ways – he back to the front to monitor security and money handling practices; Marinette back towards their classroom to grab her wallet so she could enjoy the rest of the fair. Walking among the booths, she selected a one serving a delicious pasta before moving on to the crafts areas. Everyone was so creative and excited!

Her perusal of some bracelets was cut short when someone tugged hard on her elbow. Catching herself from falling over, she looked over to find a very frustrated red head. “Hey Alya, what’s up?”

“Girl, what is going on between you and Felix? Because he made a huge scene earlier at the booth!”

“What scene? There’s nothing going on between us, you know that…,” came Marinette’s puzzled reply.

Alya led her away from the busy booth areas and towards a quieter corner, pulling out her phone and presenting it to her friend. “Here. Watch the video I took during your shift.”

~~~ The Video ~~~

The camera shook as it came into focus on the entryway to the kissing booth. A small crowd of students had gathered near the bulletin to see who was participating and the schedule of kissers for the day. Ivan and Juleka were standing next to the collection box that they would add to as students approached. Suddenly a male student walked back through the entry and angrily huffed as he left, followed by another and another. Some asked for their money back but were otherwise either disappointed or angry looking as they left.

“What the heck is going on…,” came Alya’s disembodied voice as the video began progressing into the entryway. First down Kim’s area, where one could clearly see the jock lip-locked with a guy in a ponytail and red football jersey. Then the camera traveled back up the chute and into the other side.

There, Alya encountered a small crowd of agitated students that were stopped. Pushing through, Felix’s towering form was seen at the front. He had planted himself in the middle of the chute, arms crossed, glaring down anyone that dared to pass him. When one brave boy tried to step around him, Felix appeared to snarl something, too low to be heard by the camera, before the unknown boy paled and backed off. “Any other takers?” Felix asked the crowd calmly, staring them all down. “No? Then please leave.”

“Hey! You can’t stop paying customers… I want a kiss from the hottie in the photo!”

“Yeah, I want a kiss too!”

“I wouldn’t mind more than a kiss, if you know what I mean!”

“Ooooh!”

“Not before I get my turn with her!”

“It’s not like she belongs to you, man!”

Many in the crowd echoed similar sentiments, not noticing the darkening countenance of the tall young man in front of them. Felix uncrossed his arms and advanced, looming over the first student that insinuated getting more than a kiss from Marinette. The crowd’s mutterings had fallen silent, those in the front trembled or shivered from the look on Felix’s face. He seemed to exude a deadly aura, even the light in the room seemed to dim in his proximity.

“Excuse me? Who do you think you are, you sexist guttersnipe? It appears your parents raised you to think of women as merely playthings to be owned or used,” he slowly looked around, making sure to glare into the eyes of all those present. “You all disgust me. The person down this chute is a respectable, hard-working, intelligent young lady that does not deserve your slimy paws or ghastly thoughts directed toward herself. I will not let you proceed. Regardless of gender, none of you are worthy of her time. Leave immediately or…,” his voice seemed to growl with malice, “I’ll make you leave.”

The crowd dispersed back to the front with nothing more than upset mutterings. The recording drew closer to Felix, who had turned to look with mild interest. “What do you think you are doing? We’re trying to run a kissing booth here!”

“I know, Césaire, and I have a booth to protect,” he replied nonchalantly.

“By what, scaring off all our customers?!” Alya questioned angrily.

“Alya, I’m sure there’s a good reason Felix did that,” came Adrien’s soothing voice. He must have either joined in the investigation or split off from the crowd that had been excused.

“Quite right, cousin. Miss Dupain-Cheng was incredibly uncomfortable about the prospect of performing at the booth as a participant today. No one should be forced to do something that they do not want,” Felix remarked as if schooling a student that had asked a dumb question.

“Excuse you? Marinette didn’t have an issue! She would have told me!” came the blogger’s offended cry.

“Yeah, Felix. Besides, it’s not hurting anyone!” Adrien contributed.

The emerald eyes of the boy in front of them flashed and narrowed on them. “Did you even bother to ask Marinette how she felt? Or, knowing you two, bother to listen?” Felix crossed his arms and stood straight again, taking advantage of the additional 5cm he had over Adrien to now loom over the two friends. “Let me take your silence as a no. You didn’t ask, you didn’t listen. You pressured her until she agreed and then forced her to partake in an activity that she did not want to do in the first place.”

“But she…we didn’t think…,” began the other blond, cowering from his cousin. From his stance one could almost imagine a cat with its tail tucked between its legs while in the presence of a larger predator.

“That’s right, you didn’t think, cousin. You’re both no better than the ignoramuses I have been chasing off. You assigned me security for the day and that’s what I’m doing. Her welfare matters more than your ridiculous kissing booth,” he responded coldly.

“And how are we supposed to make up the money that we just lost to refunds? That had to be at least two dozen you chased off!” Alya questioned, clinging to her anger.

Felix clicked his tongue, looking less deadly than before but no less commanding. “Forty-two in total were sent away. If you’re concerned about the money, then I will pay triple for all the kisses Miss Dupain-Cheng was to give today.”

The camera had picked up Alya and Adrien’s choke at the statement but, before they could reply, Felix pointedly looked at his wristwatch. “Seems the hour is up. I will escort Miss Dupain-Cheng out to make sure she is not bothered by any lingering riffraff. I will join you at the front of the booth to settle the payment after.” With that he turned and walked down the chute towards the booth area.

“What the hell was that abou—,” Alya’s voice was cut off with the end of the recording.

~~~ Back to Present ~~

Marinette stood stunned as her friend took back her phone. She had never seen Felix be so protective before! Especially of her! She pressed a hand to her heart as it raced in her chest, hearing the blood pumping loudly in her ears.

“So? Did he say anything to you?” Alya demanded.

“No…he didn’t say anything about that…,” the girl replied slowly. “All he said was that we reached our goal…”

“Damn right we did, because he paid triple the rate for every person he turned away,” her friend exclaimed. Then her face changed to one of concern, “Was what he said true? Were you not comfortable participating as a kisser?”

Marinette winced and looked down, mumbling, “Yeah… I didn’t want to participate but none of you seemed to listen… I’ve been on the verge of a panic attack since yesterday and it was a relief when no one came to kiss me during my shift.”

Alya threw her arms around her and hugged tight, her tone contrite, “I’m so, so sorry! I should have listened to you. Can you forgive me?”

The designer returned the hug with a small smile, “Done. Just don’t push me into these things again, okay?”

They pulled apart with a giggle of agreement, the bespectacled girl grabbed her shoulders and looked curious. “So…Felix really didn’t say anything to you? Did you tell him how uncomfortable you were?”

“No, nothing…,” Marinette replied confusedly, replaying his words from the video in her mind. Her heart began to race again; she needed to talk to him! She glanced down at her phone to check the time, noting that he should be helping with the tear down right now. “Alya, I gotta go. Call me later, yeah?”

With that, she took off running. She summoned every Ladybug reflex she had and dashed through the throngs of people that still drifted between the food and craft stalls. She finally made it back to the booth location and looked around, not seeing the tall blond anywhere. Marinette approached Ivan, “Have you seen Felix?”

“Uh…yeah, I think he was taking the collection box back to the classroom,” he replied. “Good work today, by the way! I heard you were the big money maker!”

Marinette blushed and took off again, heading towards the main building. She slid to a stop at the classroom door and threw it open with a loud bang. Felix looked up from his task with a glare before realizing it was her. “Would you please close the door? I should have locked it while I was counting but didn’t think anyone else would come in here.”

She gingerly closed and locked the door, unsure how to proceed with this conversation. “Felix… Alya told me what happened at the booth earlier.”

The blond stiffened and sat back in his chair; he pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand. “I see. I’m sorry if I overstepped—”

“No, no, you did the right thing! It’s just...,” Marinette pulled at her fingers as sought out what to say. “How did you know I was uncomfortable? I mean…the rest didn’t seem to notice and…”

As she rambled incoherently, Felix had gotten up and approached the table in front of her. He sat on the edge of the desk and sighed, “I notice everything about you, Marinette.”

Marinette met his eyes with a jolt, staring into them as if trying to figure out her lucky charm. “Why?” was all she could manage, her voice taking on a fragile tone.

“In these three or so years that we’ve attended school together, I’ve grown to respect and admire you.” The blond’s voice dropped to a quiet, humble murmur, “Because you matter to me more than you could ever know.”

Not breaking eye contact, she stepped forward into his personal space. She reached out her right hand and hesitated, watching to make sure he was comfortable with it, before settling it on his left pectoral. She could feel his heartbeat beneath her fingers, pounding the same tempo as her own. His eyes were wide with surprise and she could hear his fingers gripping the edge of the desk so tightly that it creaked in protest.

“…Part of the reason I was so uncomfortable today was because I’ve never been kissed before,” she stated hesitantly. She noted the way the muscles in his chest seemed to tense beneath her hand at the confession. “For a long time, I thought it was just because no one was interested in me...” She saw his brow furrow and lips open as if to refute her statement, but Felix stopped when she applied just a little pressure.

“I think I was actually just waiting for the right person,” her hopeful blue eyes met his stare. She was scared of being rejected but, as soon as she saw how he had reacted in the video, she knew she had to take the chance. Because he had somehow wheedled his way into her heart without her noticing. “Felix, I…”

The boy’s hands released the table and one reached up to gently cup her cheek, as if holding a precious jewel. The other came to rest over her hand on his chest. He gazed into her eyes; she watched as something seemed to melt in their depths. Her left hand came up to cover the one on her face, leaning into it with a small smile. Marinette had never felt so safe and treasured. She could feel his heartbeat pick up slightly. Felix looked down at her lips as he leaned in, stopping just as their noses touched. She knew he would not proceed without her consent. They made exhaled a shared shaky breath, as if under great strain, before she closed the distance for him.

His lips were warm and slightly chapped from being in the sun all day, but she had never felt anything so soft before. His lips moved against her own and she eagerly matched his rhythm. The hand on her cheek traveled down to her lower back and pulled her close, her body fitting perfectly between his thighs and against his broad frame. Her hand, now free, moved to the back of his neck and toyed with the soft short hairs there. They kept the kiss languid and gentle, neither wanting to push too far.

When they finally broke away, their faces had matching ruddy complexions. She gently bumped her nose against his, reveling in their new found intimacy. Felix chuckled and wrapped his arms loosely around her, keeping her against his chest but making sure she didn’t feel trapped. Marinette felt some of her old anxieties creeping in. “Was…was that okay?”

“More than okay, my dear. I admit, I am not versed in the art of kissing either. But, if you so desire, I would be willing to practice with you…,” Felix offered slyly, leaning in to nuzzle her neck. “Perhaps for the rest of our lives?”

Her breathing hitched at the implications of his words. Marinette imagined what a life shared with him would be like, the joy and warmth, the teasing and banter, protected and treasured… She felt an overwhelming sense of rightness at the prospect. She must have been lost in thought for too long because Felix leaned back with a look of concern.

“Marinette, I didn’t mean to make the assumption—” he was cut off by her finger to his lips. She smiled at his expectant but shocked face.

“Less talking, more practice, hot stuff.” Felix broke into a grin then happily pulled her into another kiss. The second of many in their future.

Afterall, he had paid for them…

~~~Author's Note:

"Best investment I ever made." - Felix, on his wedding day.

[catslvrr]

heaven sent — 02. cat cafe

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Again, you woke up to the sound of I Like To Move It.

To your surprise, Danielle wasn’t in your room. You trudged to the bathroom with bleary eyes to wash up and get dressed for whatever idea that Danielle had cooked up, which you were sure would be a waste of time.

You almost tripped on your own two feet when you saw Minji and Danielle in the kitchen, talking animatedly. You cleared your throat.

“Good morning, babe!” Danielle smiled sweetly, standing up and pulling you towards the two of them.

“Babe?” You choked on thin air, coughing erratically as you tried to escape her grip, but she only held you tighter in response.

“Bro.” Minji punched your arm.

“Ow!”

“Why didn’t you tell me you have a girlfriend?” She chided with a sulky expression.

“What?” You looked to Danielle for help, but she only sent you a threatening smile, which you didn’t know she was capable of, that screamed just go with it.

“Don’t act stupid!” Minji scowled and began to rant, “No wonder why you’re so grumpy all the time, you just miss your girlfriend! Long distance relationships must be hard…”

She paused, glancing at Danielle, “Australia, right?” who nodded in confirmation.

Australia?

“Bro,” Minji dapped you up. “I’m still mad at you for not telling me, but I’m happy for you anyways. I’ll be out of your hair so you can make the most of this time with your lovely girlfriend.”

She then downed her smoothie, and attempted to wink at you, which looked more like she was trying to blink for help in morse code.

“I’m leaving now! Keep the intimate stuff inside the bedroom, you know how I am with germs.”

She slammed the door shut on her way out, leaving the two of you with an awkward silence.

You glared at Danielle. “Are you going to explain what just happened?”

“I was just thinking ahead,” she defended herself. “Do you have a better explanation for having a random girl over for the next two weeks?”

“Well, no,” you sputtered. “But couldn’t you just have introduced yourself as a friend? And Australia, really?”

“Look,” she folded her arms. “It worked! And that’s all that matters.”

“Whatever.”

Your grumbling was rudely interrupted by your car keys being thrown at you unannounced, almost killing you. “Catch!”

“What the fuck?”

“Let’s go!” You watched her skip outside. “I’ll give you the directions.”

You held back a smile as you pulled up to the location.

“A cat cafe?”

Danielle grinned, bouncing her leg up and down. “Who can resist cats? My fellow messengers tell me that it’s a foolproof way to make someone happy.”

You quirked an eyebrow in curiosity as both of you got out of the car. “You have coworkers? When did you have the time to ask them?”

“Well, when you sleep, I return to the office. And then I come back to Earth before you wake up.”

“Oh,” you said. “I kinda thought you just sat there and watched me sleep.”

She glanced at you, bewildered, as you held the door to the cafe open for her. “Why would I do that?”

You shrugged, and proceeded to grimace as you read the entry fee of the cat cafe.

“...You can spawn in money, right?”

“Yes.” Danielle frowned, “But it’s against the code of conduct. Something about inflation.”

“Wow,” you drawled, unimpressed. “Glad that God’s keeping up with the economy.”

By the time you paid for both you and Danielle, she was already sitting on a beanbag, covered with a litter of kittens.

“It’s only been two minutes,” you gawked at her. “How are there already so many cats on you?”

You could barely see her sheepish smile, half covered by a cat’s tail.

“Must be a side effect of being God’s messenger,” she said, voice muffled.

You sat down beside her, petting an orange cat that was licking itself rather aggressively. A comfortable silence fell between the two of you.

“Is it working?” Danielle suddenly blurted out.

You shot her a confused look.

“Are you happy?”

You chuckled at her expectant stare.

“I mean the cats are cute,” you said. “But I’m not jumping around in joy or whatever.”

She gently picked the cats off her, sitting up to look at you. “Why don’t you own a cat? I feel like they’d add a bit of joy in your life. This cafe offers adoptions, you know.”

The orange cat that you were petting moved to lay in your lap.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled. “I can barely take care of myself, let alone a whole pet.”

“Is it because of university?”

“I guess you could say that.” You gave a wry smile, a faraway look in your eyes. Danielle looked like she wanted to ask more questions, but decided against it.

The orange cat lifted its head, leaning up to rub its face against yours, as if consoling you. There was a hint of a smile on your face as you rubbed its chin. Danielle watched the interaction, biting her cheek to hide her own growing smile.

She sank further into the beanbag as more cats piled on top of her. “Tell me more about yourself.”

“Me?” You looked at her skeptically. “What’s there to know about me?”

“Everything,” she answered. “Anything you feel like sharing.”

“Well,” you started slowly. “I’m a first year university student. I study law. That’s about it.”

“Is it hard?”

“Lots of reading,” you sighed, still absentmindedly petting the orange cat. “And lots of writing.”

“Why'd you choose law?”

You replied a beat late.

“No reason. Just felt like it.” You looked outside the window, watching cars drive by. There was that faraway look in your eyes again, as if you weren’t really here. Danielle decided to change the subject.

“What about me?”

“What about you?”

“What would I be like as a university student?”

Danielle internally cheered as she saw your mouth curve up ever so slightly.

“You’d be in veterinary science or something. I think you’d be good at taking care of animals. You seem like the type to love them. And clearly they love you too,” you smiled. A small one, but a smile nonetheless.

The two of you spent the rest of the time mostly in silence, basking in the comfort of the cats and occasionally making idle conversation.

It was nice to be just doing nothing, for once. It was a welcome respite from the chaos and stress of university. It had been a while since you had gone outside to do something leisurely. You liked how natural this all felt. The cute cats were a bonus too, of course.

Danielle was easy to be around — she wasn’t the type to be scared of gaps in conversation. And you appreciated that, you never liked having to force yourself to speak out of necessity.

(The only other person who made you feel this comfortable was Minji, much to your dismay. She was initially a bit off-put by your standoffish attitude, and similarly, you were disgruntled by her extroverted nature. But the two of you eventually adapted to each other’s personalities over some shared meals, which established your current dynamic of Minji being a talkative nuisance and you being an annoyed loser.)

Eventually, you yawned and glanced at the clock, stretching your limbs. “Think our time’s up.”

The orange cat hopped off your lap and strutted away, annoyed by your movement. Danielle carefully scooped the kittens off her and placed them on the ground, saying bye to each one.

You took one last glance at the orange cat, who was now sleeping on a cat tree, before making your way outside with Danielle.

The car ride back was filled with Danielle’s trivial questions.

(“So what’s your favorite color?”

“Green.”

“Any reason why?”

“…No.”

“Morning person or night owl?”

“Is that even a question?”

“Right. Favorite ice cream flavor?”

“Vanilla.”

“Boring.”

“I bet you like strawberry ice cream. With sprinkles on top.”

“Don’t knock it until you try it!”

(This continued until you reached the apartment.)

You did stop by a Taco Bell drive-through on the way back, per Danielle’s request. She claimed that her coworkers hyped up the Baja Blast, and that she wanted to try it. It wasn’t anything particularly special. At least you got a Crunchwrap Supreme for yourself.)

“You know,” Danielle said, rocking back and forth on her feet as the both of you stood at the entrance of the apartment. “I’m surprised you’re taking this whole messenger from God thing so well.”

You shrugged. “I mean, who am I to say no to happiness?”

She took a loud sip from her Baja Blast.

“So, what will you do now?”

“I’m gonna cook up some instant noodles. And then I’m gonna nap.”

“Seriously?” She groaned. “Do you not do anything else besides eat and sleep?”

You looked at her blankly. “Yes.”

“Today wasn’t bad for a first day, right?” She smiled at you uncertainly, but you saw a flicker of hope in her eyes, one that you could easily put out. “Did you have a good time?”

You decided not to.

“Yeah,” you offered a faint smile. “I did.”

Danielle beamed, relieved, and pulled you in for a hug. You awkwardly patted her on the back, noting that happiness suited her much better.

“Great! I’ll see you tomorrow, girlfriend.” She said teasingly, before turning on her heels and disappearing right in front of you.

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hey jess how does one accidentally order cocaine???

so glad you asked Sam.

Ok, so, for some context about this whole trip, my hotel in Greece was on the same street as not one, not, two, not even three, but five strip clubs and a sex store. The nearest one was exactly ten feet from our hotel and called The Kinky Opera. Naturally, I thought this was the funniest thing in the entire world so it became an ongoing bit between me and my friend that The Kinky was our homestead. Every night we got back late and tired, I would see the Golden arches of the kinky and I would cheer. Anyway, I was very adamant that we had to go to The Kinky Opera before we left Greece so, on our last night there, we finally went.

I went with my (only lol) friend on the trip and she’s very much extroverted like I am so I figured we’d have no trouble waltzing in there but the second we actually entered, she became really nervous and was like “Jess you need to lead, you’re the expert” even though I have never been to a strip club in my life and, up until a year ago, had a crippling fear of nudity. Anyway, as the newly elected expert, I went up to the little cashier stand they had (before you actually entered the club) and I was like “two for the kinky please ✌️” and there was an entry fee of 10 euro + a free drink! So we paid our entry fee and we turned to where there was a very buff man in front of the door in a polo that said ~the kinky opera~ in cursive on the pocket and I cannot BELIEVE to this DAY that I didn’t ask if I could buy one, and he said “let’s go 😏” and opened the door for me and my friend.

Inside, the kinky was very beautiful. It had chandeliers and very nice couches and a new worker (who was clearly in his late 20s but looked like a teenager), that me and my friend called Toddler for the rest of the night, escorted us to our little special booth in the back of the club.

Then, Toddler asked us “what would you ladies like?” meaning drinks. My friend ordered some drink I can’t remember the name of (that she said ended up being very good!). Now, I don’t drink alcohol so I wanted to get myself a little soda pop, so I replied, “coke! 😀” in my very eager, very Jess way.

He then repeated “COKE?” with this exact expression.

and I said “yes! coke!” (still eager, still Jess).

Toddler looked at me in utter alarm for a few more seconds before he said “okay!” and turned to walk away. it wasn’t until he had gotten a few feet that he paused, looked like something dawned on him, and came back to ask “wait, like the cola?!” and I said (still eager, still Jess) “yeah! 😀” and then he had to turn away from us and cover his face to laugh really hard for several seconds. And the entire time he laughed, I sat there frozen like 😀

and then he turned around and said (in his beautiful Greek accent) “you cannot call it such a thing in a place like this. Because we have both ✌️”

And that is the story of how I accidentally ordered cocaine at a Greek strip club

[immigrationconsultantsdelhi]

Planning Your Canadian Journey: Express Entry Insights & Visa Expenses

Express Entry into Canada has become a popular route for skilled workers seeking permanent residence. You need to understand your desire to work in Canada as well as the intricacies of the Express Entry draw and the associated visa fees. In this article, we will predict the next Express Entry draw and find out the Canada work visa fees in Indian rupees.

1. Introduction to Express Entry and Canada Work VisaExpress Entry is a system used by the Government of Canada to manage applications for permanent residence for skilled workers. Through this system, candidates are evaluated on the basis of various factors, such as age, education, work experience and language proficiency.

2. Understanding Express Entry DrawExpress Entry draws are held regularly, inviting candidates with the highest Comprehensive Ranking System (CRS) scores to apply for permanent residence. These draws typically occur every two weeks, although the frequency may vary.

2.1 Frequency of drawsExpress Entry draws usually take place on Wednesdays and have been known to occur more frequently during certain periods, depending on immigration goals and program requirements.

2.2 Predicting the next draw It can be challenging to predict the exact date of the next express entry next draw prediction due to the fluctuating nature of immigration policies and changing CRS cutoff scores.

3. Factors affecting Express Entry DrawA number of factors affect the results of the Express Entry draw, including:

3.1 Comprehensive Ranking System (CRS) ScoreCRS scores are determined by various factors such as age, education, work experience, language skills and adaptability. A high CRS score increases your chances of receiving an invitation to apply for permanent residence (ITA).

3.2 Demands of the job marketThe demand of certain occupations in Canada may influence the selection criteria for the Express Entry draw. Candidates with skills in high-demand areas may have better chances of obtaining an ITA.

3.3 Provincial Nominee Program (PNP)Provincial Nominee Programs allow Canadian provinces to nominate individuals for immigration based on specific criteria tailored to their economic needs. The PNP may influence the distribution of ITAs among the provinces.

4. Forecast for the next Express Entry drawAlthough it is challenging to predict the exact date of the next Express Entry draw, analysis of past trends and policy changes can provide insight into potential outcomes.

5. Canada Work Visa Fee in Indian RupeesIn addition to understanding the Express Entry process, individuals planning to work in Canada should also consider the visa application fee.

5.1 Overview of Visa Application FeesVisa application fees for Canada vary depending on the type of visa and the nationality of the applicant. Fees may include processing fees, biometric fees and other applicable charges.

5.2 Conversion of Fee into Indian RupeesTo determine the cost of the Canada work visa fee in Indian Rupees, applicants can use current exchange rates to convert the fee from Canadian dollars to rupees.

6. conclusion Navigating the Express Entry system and understanding Canada work visa fees are essential steps for individuals wishing to live and work in Canada. By staying informed about draw predictions and visa requirements, applicants can increase their chances of a successful immigration journey.

7. FAQ How often are Express Entry draws held? Express Entry draws typically take place every two weeks, although the frequency may vary.

What factors determine CRS scores?CRS scores are determined by factors such as age, education, work experience, language proficiency and adaptability.

Is the Canada work visa fee the same for all applicants?No, the visa application fee for Canada varies depending on the type of visa and the nationality of the applicant.

Can PNP Express Entry affect the draw?Yes, the Provincial Nominee Program (PNP) may affect the distribution of Invitations to Apply (ITAs) between provinces.

How can I convert Canada work visa fee into Indian Rupee?You can use current exchange rates to convert the fees from Canadian Dollars to Indian Rupees.

[citadelofswords]

davesprite and roxas. thats my writing prompt

there is a giant blanket fort taking up a good quarter of the room. roxas pauses, staring at it, and then walks around it to check— yep, that is almost entirely a quarter of the room. it’s brushing right up against the cardboard castle where the turtle puppet lives. 

someone has a lot of time on their hands.

it is also covered in orange feathers.

some sort of strange doohickey is connected up at what roxas… thinks might be the entrance to the fort. a sign is propped up on it that reads no entry (unless you are a super cool dubiously real alternate version of a guy)(in which case the entry fee is apple juice)

roxas thinks about this for a second. he’s… not sure how cool he is, but he is the alternate version of a guy. well— he’s a nobody, after all, and he’s pretty sure that the fact that all his memories of twilight town are fake qualifies him as dubiously real. he goes to the kitchen, collects two apple juices from the fridge, and then pokes the doohickey to see what it does.

a head pops out from the front of the fort. it is a boy who is entirely bright orange, with a ruff of similarly orange feathers around his neck. the boy looks at his apple juice, looks at the doohickey, and then looks at roxas.

“why would i lie about it?” roxas asks.

“fair enough,” the boy says. “guess i didn’t consider there’d be another guy like me on this train. stupid of me. welcome to casa strider, davesprite edition, make yourself comfortable, yada yada. davesprite is me, by the way.”

he holds the entrance open. roxas slips inside and settles on a pillow. davesprite follows after a moment and flops his entire body— what of it seems corporeal, anyway; his lower half vanishes into spirit aether after a point— across multiple pillows.

“far be it from me to have a feelings jam,” davesprite says, holding out a hand for the apple juice (roxas dutifully passes one over to him), “though that seems to be the general point of a blanket fort— not that i would know, all my blanket forts were population: one, and that one was me— how long you been on the train for?”

“like a day or two?” roxas says. he’s genuinely not sure. after twilight town, his sense of time is completely shot. he glances down at the number on his hand, starting to trail off his palm onto his wrist. “what about you?”

“long enough.” roxas narrows his eyes, but before he can push davesprite lets out a caw like a strange bird and his feathers all ruffle up and around. 

“sorry,” he says. “that happens. i’m part crow, in case the wings didn’t give it away.”

“were you born like that?” roxas asks, tipping his head to the side. the head and the hands look human enough, but roxas has seen enough pictures of magical creatures to not make assumptions. although— “no, wait. are you dead?”

davesprite laughs. “no,” he says. “i know i look like a ghost or whatever, but no. i’m— actually, i’m not really alive either.” he frowns. “just kind of here.”

roxas understands. he walks and talks and if he stops breathing things get really bad, but he doesn’t actually have a heartbeat— he’s checked. he’s definitely not dead, but he’s not sure that counts as alive either.

davesprite must see something on his face, because he says, “whoops. sorry for the existential crisis, dude.”

“no, it’s fine,” roxas says. davesprite has a number on his hand— something four digits, and normal. “just like, thinking that i understand that. the not being dead but not being alive thing.”

davesprite looks at him then, and then says, “i dunno. you look pretty alive to me. just because you’re like, an alternate version of some other guy— and i really don’t need to know deets on if you’re a clone or a guy from a different timeline or what, that’s your business and not mine— doesn’t mean you’re not alive.” his facial expression doesn’t change, nor does his tone, as he says, “meanwhile i’m just a game construct so i stopped counting as alive or dead like two and a half years ago.”

roxas considers explaining nobodies to him and decides he doesn’t feel like yelling at a guy he’s just met about how he’s wrong, no really, just because he’s saying it doesn’t mean it isn’t true. instead he objects,  “i don’t think that makes you not alive either. or like, i dunno. it still makes you real. maybe you should change the sign on the door, because from where i’m sitting you’re definitely real. even if you are an alternate version of some other guy.”

“oh.” davesprite says, and then they don’t talk for a while, sipping apple juice in quiet solidarity.

(neither of them notice davesprite’s number drop by over 400.)

[sketchfanda]

A Little Moxxie Love:The Daemon Sisters

Scanty and Kneesocks sat in the back of their cozy limo’s comfy confines, pouts on their sexy adorable as glowing link blushes adorned their faces. Which only deepened as they stepped out soon as it parked, coming to find themselves on one of the few decent quality beaches located between the border of the lust and gluttony despite their attempts to wear more composed expressions. The infernal sun, sand and surf occupied with swarms of imps, hellhounds and who or whatever called the 9 circles home. It was only natural the Daemon sisters found themselves turning heads and making jaws drop as they walked in through, gracing the local rabble with their presence and of course the sight of the pair in thei stunning black swimsuits. Which of course reslly highlighted their thicc,toned bodies,their blood red skin getting a nice glistening sheen of sweat from the heat. Normally they’d be all about throwing around their clout and asserting their dominance and status any and everywhere they’d go but today was not such a day. No sir,You see Scanty and Kneesocks made and lost a wager and of course they had to keep their word and deliver on their end of the deal. Even just reminding themselves about the fsct snd the how and why just irked them so damn much.

Scanty:”damnit I can’t believe they even managed to pull it off,who knew that runty imp could make that shot…”*she griped as she tugged at the rear portion of her thong,keeping it from riding up the crack of her crimson booty. Those twin cheeks jiggling with sinful delight as she bit her lip at the slight masochistic sting.*

Kneesocks:”we could’ve just specified money,or some grand prize but nooooo,we had to tell that woman anything she wanted, and it was this! If father ever finds out we’d never hear the end of it..”*her ever adorable and equally uppity sister snarked,eyes burning with annoyance despite the pinkish glowing blush in her fsceace. Normally the twins woild revel in the attention they were getting with their swimsuits but not daily and with good reason. Finding themselves at the entry to a cozy private little cove.*

Standing there waiting to greet the Daemon sisters was I.M.P’s resident feisty murder machine from straight out of Wrath, Millie,looking as perky as ever. Eyes twinkling with minxy delight which only made the pair give her glares. The sort of which had they been focused into lasers,would’ve burned through the shortstack hitgirl with all of their hate which didn’t really deter Millie all that much as she eagerly shook their hands, followed by friendly, playful kisses on their cheeks and lips. Their faces glowing pink as they gave her looks of raw indignity at her being so casual and friendly with them. Not letting up with their contempt as they followed her inside, doing their best to not have their eyes drawn to the sway of the Imp’s quite fine booty, as she shot them a look over her shoulders indicating she knew they were staring snd they could look much as they wanted. Before she spoke up to remind them of their situation and the circumstances of course.

Millie:”Now now,you both had the option to back out,my hubby gave You that. 9w9buuuuut y’all said You were demons of your word, right? How did you put it,if my Moxxie could make that killshot, you’d not only pay us double the hiring fee, but do anything we asked?”*shooting them a cheeky blep and wink their way. To which the Daemon sisters snarled and hissed. Yes of course they’d hired I.M.P to deal with a target in the human world their father wanted out of the way but of course given how Blitzo was, they had every right to doubt and have concerns. But Moxxie insisted they were uo to the task, which of course lead to this situation.*

Kneesocks:”Well we certainly didn’t expect your choice to be to have us let your husband fuck the both of us now,did we?”*her pointy tail swaying, scanty nodding in agreement beside her.*

Scanty:”All the same we will indulge your lewd little antics since you agreed to keep this a secret. We are demons of high class and breed so a little discretion is much appreciated…”*whatever else she and kneesocks were about to say was a derailed train of thought as they came to the spot in the secret cove. Finding quite the sight before them.*

There laying on a cozy beach blanket sat Moxxie, naked as the day he was born as I.M.P’s resident Intel hellhound was sucking him off. The usually snarky,moody hellhound’s eyes glowing with sensual lust as she orally serviced her Imp co-worker, muzzle bobbing up and down along what Scanty and Kneesocks would be able to tell was quite the length and girth. Her naked, furry form on display as she blew on that Imp shaft, drowning it in her saliva. Scanty and Kneesocks' wearing expressions equal parts aghast at walking in on such an indecent scene and stunned amazement, which made Millie sport a mischievous grin. Nothing got her a good ego boost like seeing bitches bare witness to her man's natural weapon. The Wrath Imp whistling to get their attention, Loona pouted adorably as she huffed,prying her muzzle off of Moxxie's cock with hesitation, causing the Daemon sisters to clench their thighs together to hide the nectar of arousal flowing forth. The sticky warmth trinkling down like pipes with a leak as they saw Moxxie's alpha grade shaft on full display. That stiff erect pussy hammering length and girth taunting them, threatening them with a very good time that would ensure they'd be screaming his name for sure. Millie of course bringig them back down to Earth as she delivered swift, firm slaps to their crimson red bubble butts. The red booties jiggling as the sisters gasped cutely, glaring at the shortstack hitgirl for being so impudent, to which she was non chalant as she dusted off and rubbed her hands.

Milie:"Now now,Loonie, I know Moxxie's meatstick is your favourite treat but y'all supposed to be just the fluffer this time, remember?"*she playfully teased, to which the Hellhound rolled her eyes good naturedly as she strutted her naked furry self over to the camera she had set up on a tripod. Millie playfully blepping at Scanty and Kneesocks who were clearly not into the idea of this wager forfeit anymore than they already were. Having to wear their swimsuits for Moxxie's pleasure as he had their way with them while she watched was degrading enough, but the hellhound as another witness and she'd be filming and recording it? If they weren't demons of their word, they'd have tried to kill her but she knew damn well there wasn't anything they could do about it.*"Well? Get to work, my Mox' dick ain't gonna milk itself...."

Moxxie:"Ooooh crumbs..."*the Greed Imp mumbled, having come back down from the sensual high of Loona's blowjob had recovered in time to take in the sight of the infamous Daemon sisters Scanty and Kneesocks standing before him. Their thicc,toned bombshell bodies on display in some of the sexiest black bikinis any man would pay to see. The pseudo twins pouting ina way that made them look just too damn cute and sexy at the same time,sighing as they decided enough delaying the inveitable. Striking sensual pin-up poses as they turned and showed themselves off, the looks in their ways making clear that the imp should appreciate the privilige and honour he had before him. After all not many got to see the Daemon sisters like this,as Scanty shook her juicy booty at him while Kneesocks arched her back in a way that made her glorious tits stick out. The crimson knockers and bubble butts shaking and jiggling as the pair cursed themselvesfor their treacherous libidoes. The cameltoes of their swimsuits soaked with their flowing arousal as they blushed,seeing Moxxie's cock twitch and stiffen more than it already was, pre oozing from the tip. It was then the sisters knew, it was show time....*

Despite their earlier sense of annoyance and grievance, the Daemon sisters couldn't help themselves as they found their libidoes made them go with the flow. Their seductive moments akin to bitches in heat courting for the attention of a virile alpha male to which a primal portion of their brains made them link Moxxie to that ideal just from that cock alone. hence why they know found themselves laying on either side of him, double teaming his cock with a fellatio tag team only Scanty and Kneesocks would be capable of. Their green eyes hazy with lust and desire as they outright kissed and made out with one another, tongues twirling and licking the tip, tasting and drinking up the heavy flow of precum as it dazzled their tastebuds. The flavour adding figurative fuel to the fire in their brains, deepthroated moans escaping them as they felt Moxxie not being idle. His quite firm, skilled handds squeezing their asses with sensual massaging caresses, before suddenly making them gasp with masochistic delight s he'd give them the occassional smack and slap. making those crimson red botties jiggle before his fingers teased and prodded their tong clad slits. Unable to keep their sense of shame and dignity as he displayed the reasons Millie would grade her man's lovemaking skills as out of this world as those busy hands slid to directly probe their gushing wet snatches. Making them squirm in ecstasy as they continued to lick and kiss his alpha Imp cock from tip to base, their hands caressing his quite equally impressive balls which they sucked and blew on as well. Their faces glowing pink with erotic blushes as they ceased their tandem blowjob, as they stood up before the Imp, unable to hide their state of horniness as they shifted their swimwear to flash and expose their tits and asses before him, presenting him their dripping wet pussy lips as they displayed their submission to him and awaited his next move. Their sense of pride, any hint of shame,modesty or inhibition cast aside for nothing more than base sexual pleasure. It was no surprise what followed next...

Scanty:"Aaaahhhn,damnation sister....his tongue is so,,aaahn Jesus Mary and Joseph..."*The glasses wearing ponytail toting sister quivered,unable to keep her composure as as Moxxie had his face pressed deep against the chsiony softness of her bubbly,shapely ass.That imp tongue of his slithering around,rimming her anal pucker and lapping away at e sloppy wet snatch. Before she let loose a melodic moan as that slithery muscle suddenly invaded her slit,kissing the entry of her womb. Legs shaking,knees buckling as Moxxie shoed in addition to his hands and dick, he was also quite the maestro at eating a woman out.*

Kneesocks:"How beautiful you sound sister,so depraved...aaahn,are you enjoying yourself as well sir? How does it feel to put this infernal cock of yours where many men can only dream? Aaahn if my cleavage makes you feel this good,I've yet to even think how good the rest of me will feel..."*the waterfall maned sister erotically praised the Imp hitman as she squeeze her crimson titties between that womb hammer of a cock of his. An erotic look of awe on her face as Moxxie grunted,hips pumping as his shaft thrust between the valley of Kneesocks' boobs. Mkaing her sensually kiss and lick the jackhammering tip as pre sprayed on her face.*

Loona of course was ensuring the camera was getting every single bit of this action. Sensually panting as she couldn't help but recall the numerous instances Moxxie rocked her hellish world. Damn could he get intense with the hatefucking for all her putdowns and insults about his supposed weight problem. truth be told the only real fat he had was that veiny piece of devilish heaven currently getting a titfuck from kneesocks. The hellhound moaning and with good reason, as kneeling down right behind her, Millie was also naked and busy eating out her snatch. Proving that Moxxie wasn't the only one between the Imp couple who could please a partner orally. Of course with how often she had Moxxie facefuck her and their kinky sex life of which she was a part of, it made sense she was as good with other women as her man was at fucking them. The wrath farm girl of course was naturally turned on seeing Scanty and Kneesocks fall further into becoming pending erotic addicts for her husband, how could she not be? It just did her sense of esteem good to know she had more than her fair share of reasons to give when some uppity pricks and bitches had the fucking nerve to ask her what she even saw in Moxxie and why she married him. Well that very imp had a few friends with benefits which included a good few succubi not to mention was currently having a threesome with the Daemon sisters, so suck on that shit ya losers!! Is what she'd say if the chance and opportunity presented themselves of course.

Kneesocks:”aaah my darling sister,I’ve seen You wet….*she sensually teased,laying on her front as she massaged Scanty’s thighs, her fsce pressed against her sibling’s snatch as she ate her out. Drinking uo the waterfall flow of her juices as her tongue invaded thst slit with erotic intimacy and familiarity. Scanty unable to reply as Moxxie standing in front of her, grasping her ponytail and single horn as he gave her a deep,hard facefuck. Gagging with masochistic thirst in thst jackhammering length and girth, her glasses askew as hearts glowed in her eyes. Throat bulging as Moxxie’s cock gave her an oral preview of what her and sister would be receiving soon.*

Scanty:”Aaahn,my dear Kneesocks,is he still hard? Where in all of hell did they hide such a man? Aahn this raw ectasy,,,it’s doing such things to us…”*Licking her lips sensually,as she held one of her sister’s legs at 90 degree angle splits,scissoring Kneesocks as she laid on her side,head upside down as Moxxie gave her own facefuck. The compact stud grasping her her horns as her tits bounced hypnotically. The crimson bodies glistening with sweat under the sun as Kneesocks own eyes glowed with pink hearts in her pupils. The pleasure of her dear Scanty rubbing their pussies together as this sexual beast of an imp wore away at their hesitations. Inhibition and shame giving way to raw, primal debauchery.*

Kneesocks:”oooh fuck fuck fuck don’t Stop! Get me pregnant you sex machine!!*the twin horned wild maned sister howled as she shamelessly bounced on Moxxie’s cock. Riding him cowgirl style as Scanty hugged her from behind, groping her bouncing tits as she kissed and licked her neck while the imp grasped her hips. Soaking his lap with her pussy juices as her booty was smacked by those glorious balls of his.*

Scanty:”Fuck fuck fuck, sister, i don’t think we could ever find a man better than this!, I need,no I want his babies!!”*she howled and moaned with abandon as Moxxie fucked her doggy style. Gasping whenever he would smack her ass, coaxing deep throated moans out of her. That is when she wasn’t busy pressing her mouth to Kneesocks’ slit, eating her sloppy wet snatch as her sister made out with Moxxie and had the imp lavish attention on her juicy titties.*

Millie watched on with sinful delight at the pornographic show happening before her. Sitting comfy in Loona’s lap as the hellhound fingered her while the camera continued to do its job. Recording away as it captured each and every single moment of her husband rocking Scanty and Kneesocks’ world. The sisters changing up positions or shifting between one on one to two on one whenever Moxxie finally came. The number of orgasms he had easy to keep track of but they certainly had to work for their desire to taste and feel their wombs fill up with that hot alpha imp cream. The usually uptight naughty Daemon sisters little more than bitches in heat,sexual junkies becoming hooked on Moxxie’s cock. Just as Millie intended, it always paid well to see her man never failed to deliver whether it came to killing or sex. After this, especially soon as she and Loona added herself into the mix, ther was no doubt Scanty and Kneesocks wouldn’t want this to be be just a one off thing. Particularly if they’d be open to the idea of Moxxie leaving a few buns in their oven. Just call her man Mox the Imp-regnator…..