#full sleeve textured shirt

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Relax-fit full sleeve textured shirt with a round neckline. Featuring crisp shoulders and natural coconut shell wooden buttons. This is handwoven fabric which is made on handlooms. It is 100% natural cotton also known as kala kapas.This is an eco-friendly and sustainable product. Kala kapas grows in drought prone areas of India making it further more sustainable cotton specie.

[tojipie]

bundle of joy <3

prison bf toji series linked here <3

this man was forged and handcrafted to be a girl-dad to a little sweetheart. i love him w all my heart.

the rasp of your husbands voice is so soft that you’re unsure if you’re still dreaming, head spinning from the IV cocktail the doctors had pumped into you the day prior.

toji sits with his back to you, your daughter cradled in the crook of his arm. your little bundle of joy so gently, letting her mindlessly grab at the cuff of his sleeve.

“what’re you doing, huh?” he mumbles, stroking the softness of her cheek with his thumb.

the baby ignores him, opting to try and get the fabric of his shirt into her mouth. soft, pink little gums bite down on freshly washed cotton, her feet kicking in excitement at the new texture.

“aht— hey!” he mumbles, gently pulling the soaked fabric from her grasp. “dirty.”

you sit up from your spot on the bed, inching over to the two of them.

toji truly can’t take his eyes off her, nodding intently while the newborn babbles nonsense to herself. he quickly switches her to his other arm once you join him, letting you lean your full weight on him.

tiny, pruney little fingers close around the bottom of his index, soft skin contrasting against the blues and blacks of his tattooed knuckles.

“is she supposed to be this tiny?” he whispers, half in awe half out of concern. your heart melts at how soft his voice is, eyes blown wide.

“f’course,” you giggle tiredly, still woozy from the epidural. you nose at the curve of his shoulder with a hum. “doctors said she was perfectly healthy, remember?”

“right, shit,” he mutters, tensing up at the freudian slip. “oh— sorry,” he says it to your daughter this time, clearly embarrassed at his lack of a filter.

toji’s lifestyle change had been a gradual process. a culmination of a life spent on the streets, moving up the ranks year after year until he’d forged an empire built on the bodies of his enemies.

then you came along, holding him down through a 7 year sentence while the world threw its worst at him, testing the integrity of your relationship as you both struggled to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

somewhere along the way nights at the club together turned into nights spent inside, planning out your future.

you had wanted to give him this for so long. to raise a child together and complete your little family, fulfilling both your lives just a little bit more. toji had dropped to his knees when you brought him the positive test, burying his face in your stomach to hide his teary eyes.

you can’t help but laugh to yourself at the irony of it all. that the man in front of you with the word “greed” gracing his knuckles in bold letters was holding your baby with all the generosity in the world.

“she drank a ton today.”

“oh yeah? big appetite huh?” he coos, pulling her pink baby hat up to let her little ears breathe.

“takes after her dad.”

your little blessing lets out a tiny yawn before closing her eyes, tuckered out after a long day of adjusting to her new world.

“should i put her back in the crib?” he whispers, so scared of waking the poor girl up.

let her sleep on me for a little, i’ll be up for a while anyways,” you explain, reaching for your daughter to let her settle onto your chest.

“my girls,” he mumbles, so full of love when he says it.

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[austinbutlerslovers]

Mr. Butlers Baby Sitter 3

Label Mature 18+

🔗 Part 1 • Part 2

Summary You are deeply entangled in Austin’s world almost to the point of full immersion. After physically training you reward and punishment commands you willingly follow his desires.

He love bombs you and takes you shopping to buy a dress of his choosing for your first official date with him.

You only find out later when he brings you back to his estate that the expensive clothing and lavish dinner are not included in your babysitters fee. He says you must repay him in another way and he already knows exactly how he wants you to make it up to him.

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dubcon•yandere •groping• manipulation into sex• sex in public•rough sex•oral sex with force •cum eating •degradation•squirting• fingering•forced oral sex• forced fingering •dirty talk•name calling •orgasm denial•movement restriction•coercion into sex•nude photos w/o consent •forced penetration • size kink •P in V•mental fragmentation of a female •captive syndrome •black mail•kiss it better • love bombing

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Mr. Butlers Baby Sitter 3

Austin takes your hand and guides you from his office back upstairs. He brings you through his master bedroom into his enormous master bathroom.

“I want you to relax for me in here” he says leading you to the shower in the center. He presses the settings inside of the expensive apparatus and steps out. “It’s all set, press the end button to turn it off. I’ll go get your clothing and leave you here to shower” he says and quickly departs closing the door behind him. Once you are sure he is gone you slowly strip naked from wearing his shirt and get inside the shower.

Your body instantly relaxes as you let the warm water cascade over your face and through your hair. You can see the infinite ocean through the floor to ceiling glass windows ahead adding to the ambiance. You’ve never been in a shower this big or luxurious.

All of his soaps and shampoo are preloaded in a three compartment device. When you place your hand beneath it dispenses the correct amount of shampoo and you rub it through your hair.

The shampoo has one of those scents that completely changes your mindset. You can’t stop enjoying the smell as you smile and rinse it from your hair.

You place your hands beneath the body rinse next and the soap smells just like Austin once it dispenses; bergamot, orange, vanilla. You stifle a laugh that you will smell the same.

You lather the soap all over your body and it makes your skin feel almost creamy in texture. You rinse off and press the end button to turn off the shower. Grabbing the nearest towel you dry your body and wrap it around.

You can’t find a blow dryer so you pull off your towel and use it a second time to dry your hair.

Naked standing at the sink drying your hair you look over to see the bathroom door is now ajar. You wonder how long it’s been open as you wrap the towel around your body and push the door fully open back to the master bedroom. Neatly folded on the bed is your yoga out fit “thank god!” you say on a breath.

You can finally dress again, Austin has been withholding your clothing all morning. You quickly step into your panties, shorts and sports bra finishing by zipping up your long sleeve jacket to complete the black yoga set.

The house is quiet as you wander from the bedroom to the hall and head down stairs. You reach the landing unsure of which way to go until you remember your phone and purse are in the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen you see your phone in the same charging cubby space as before next to your purse. You pull your purse onto your shoulder and check the phone screen seeing two missed calls from home.

You almost call back until Austin hugs you from behind surprising you.

“Did you miss me?” He says softly in your ear.

You turn to look at him and he’s changed his clothing for the date. His hair is combed back in lose waves and his blue eyes study yours awaiting a response.

He looks very attractive wearing a leather jacket with his all black ensemble, and it makes you momentarily lose your thought. Your eyes are immediately drawn down to his black jeans which are so tight you can see the outline of his enormous caged cock.

You look back into his mesmerizing blue eyes and they light up as he stares at you finally making you regain your thoughts to answer.

“I…I was wondering were you went.” You respond slowly.

A small smile of contempt forms on his lips It’s not the answer he wants from you; he wants you to miss him, to crave him, to be worried when he’s gone, but he plays it off.

“C’mon let’s get out of here.” he says taking your hand and pulling you along with him. You place your phone back in your purse as you walk.

You look over him as he guides you down a corridor of his estate. You can’t help but observe how masculine he is leading you, his walk exudes carefree confidence. The cologne he wears emanates from his skin as you follow and leaves a devine scent in his wake as he walks you to the end of the corridor and pushes the door open.

When he clicks the lights on there is a collection of several cars and motorcycles in a large warehouse space, this is his garage.

“OH my GOSH!” You exclaim at his selection, it’s like a personal car dealership.

He smiles watching you quickly walk down the steps to the ground floor and inspect each vehicle and motorcycle. You know each price tag is higher than he last.

“Which one do you want to take?” He asks over his shoulder as he reaches the keybox.

You are a little stunned but you eye a car you’ve always wanted to own.

“The range!” you say grinning as you head over to the black SUV.

He clicks the alarm and it unlocks. You pull the door and sit in the passengers side. The smell of fresh leather overwhelms you in the newest series of the SUV. As Austin approaches the dash begins lighting up and is fully automated as he enters.

He turns the SUV on with the engine button and presses the panel on his visor opening the garage door directly ahead.

“You ready to go?” He asks placing his hand on your thigh as he smiles.

“Yes of course I love this car ” you say excitedly. He meant with him but sees how much you enjoy his objects of wealth. He removes his hand from your thigh back to the steering wheel and pulls from his estate down the hill to the bottom of the driveway.

He presses his car display while he’s stopped and types in an artist to begin playing music. It is one of your favorite songs. You look over at his side profile as he drives and don’t know if you should be impressed or terrified with how much he knows about you.

“You like this song don’t you?” He asks feeling your gaze as he knowingly smiles.

You can’t help but feel a little flattered.

“Yes Austin I love this song.” You confirm

You look out the window as he drives you along the cliffside road and watch the evening sun set as he drives you into town.

Spoiled

After several minutes of music and driving you arrive to the Malibu County shopping center. He parks the car and you go to pull your door open but he stops your hand by holding your wrist.

“I have to get it” he says and you release your hand from the door. “I just have to get the door for you every time okay.” He says again

“Okay Austin” you confirm.

He comes to your side and helps you exit taking your hand. You look up to him feeling unsure, you are so confused by him at every turn. He is being a perfect gentleman now with his actions but you know there is the other side.

He sees your confusion and grins drawing closer

“You have been a very good girl for me today” he says narrowing his eyes.“But whenever I want you to be, I’m going to make you my little slut again” he says causing a chill run through your body.

He studies your reaction the way you involuntarily bite your lip and knit your brows thinking you’ve done something wrong. It pleases him greatly seeing his trigger commands work so well on you. He grins and slips his hand around yours holding it firmly as he guides you from the car.

You dreamily follow Austin as he leads you through the shopping center lot. He is much taller than you are and his stride is longer. As he pulls you along he realizes the distance and slows his pace to match yours allowing you to hold hands walking together.

Once you reach the rows of shops no one takes much notice that he’s a celebrity and he walks through like everyone else. You round a corner heading away from the main promenade to a row of independent boutiques.

You suddenly hear a strange clicking sound drawing your attention. Twenty feet ahead and off to the right is a man with a high powered camera taking photos of you two.

Its a jarring sight and you instinctively squeeze Austin’s hand making him look over. As soon as Austin makes eye contact with the photographer it engages the man to come closer and speak up.

“Hey Austin who’s the girl is this a friend or a date or what ?” he asks clicking away.

Austin raises his hand in a dismissive gesture and continues walking with you. The tabloid vulture, continues to lurk you. This is a known celebrity hot spot and he’s looking to make money on a salacious photo.

“Is this your new girlfriend? Cmon Austin gimme some context for these photos man” he asks crudely as Austin continues to ignore him.

The photographer sees your proximity is more than friends and decides to provoke him to get a response “Austin you hitting this or what man?“ he asks studying your body and taking photos of you at a lower angel.

“Enough” Austin says sternly and places you in front of him blocking the continuation of the unwanted shots.

Glancing down at his digital view finder the photographer checks his capture nodding in approval. You are wearing the tightest tiniest yoga shorts getting him the photos he desired.

“Yea Austin she’s fucking hot man.” He admits aloud “real quick rebound from your ex and I can see why“ he says stinging Austin about his recent divorce as he looks through his captures.

Austins jaw clenches and he inhales sharply to contain his deep seated rage. He continues walking with you instead of what he really wants to do and fuck up the photographer for the day.

You reach the two story shop and Austin holds the door open for you. Never having heard of this brand you walk in to find a grandiose themed contemporary luxury boutique.

A beautiful employee greets you and once she sees Austin she bashfully smiles recognizing him and loses her decorum .

“W-welcome….oh my gosh.” She says quickly departing to tell her manager.

The manager approaches and welcomes Austin correctly.

“Welcome, my apologies she’s my new sales associate. I will be personally helping you with your selection today.” She says with a knowing smile to Austin, he was a frequent patron last year.

This was his then wife now ex-wife’s favorite boutique. Austin plans to spare no expense on you here.

“Is there anything in particular I can help you with?” She asks Austin as she eyes you for your size.

“I would like to shop undisturbed privately for her this evening .” Austin requests.

“Understood” she says and quickly goes to the front of the boutique flipping the sign to ‘closed’ and locking the doors.

She has several celebrity clients who shop this way, but this is the first time Austin has asked her for such a request. Then she eyes the paparazzi in front of the store and understands why.

Austin follows you around the displays until you pick up a form fitting beige dress. The price tag is an eye watering amount, you quickly try to put it back but Austin stops you retrieving the dress and holding it up next to you.

“I like this one but I’ll need to see it on you .” He says.

The manager readily collects the dress from Austin as you continue shopping together. He sees a black silk dress on a mannequin and walks around it discovering the back of the dress is held together by two simple interlacing strings.

He points to it and the manager immediately begins stripping the mannequin.

“This was just imported in and I’m obsessed with it. This is going to look stunning on her body.” She shares with him as she smiles fondly looking at the dress.

Austin loses sight of you during the exchange with the manager but quickly finds you in the back of the store. In one hand you are holding a high waist leather miniskirt with a silver floral pattern on the hem.

In your other hand you hold its matching ribbed crop top with a silver floral embroidered chest patch. You hold them to your body looking at your reflection.

Austin smiles as he watches you study yourself in the show mirror of the section.

“It’s going to look great on you.” He says reaching near you and pulling a silver floral hemmed cropped leather jacket. “You’ll wear it with this.” He says holding it up.

Your heart flutters because you wanted the matching black leather jacket to the set but the price was so high it scared you. He smiles seeing the excitement in your eyes.

“I want to see it on you too” he requests and you readily nod in agreement.

Once the manger collects all of your items she leads you both upstairs to the dressing rooms. There is a large gray half circle couch facing three rooms. All of the accessories, purses, and shoes line the walls of the expansive upper level.

Austin sits on the half circle couch in the center and begins making a phone call to pull favors to get a reservation to take you to the notorious sushi restaurant Nobu.

The manager hangs your clothing in the designer dressing room.

“If you need any sizes or different styles please press this button.” She draws your attention to an illuminated button near the door and you nod, she smiles and takes her leave.

You enter the dressing room and try on the crop top, skirt, and leather jacket first.

You come out to show Austin as he requested. Even though he is on the phone his eyes are fully concentrated on your body which makes you smile. You turn completely showing the leather jacket holding the lapels.

He nods yes and mutes his call. “I want to see you try on all of them.” He says before unmuting it again.

You turn back in the dressing room and pull on the tan form fitting mini dress. The low cut neckline makes your chest look voluptuous and you blush.

You open the door again and his eyes immediately fall to your chest then he slowly looks you up and down. He nods and puts his hand out with one finger making a circular gesture signaling you to turn around.

You give him a slow spin and look back into his eyes as he gives you the ‘okay’ signal with a smirk of approval. You smile feeling giddy that he’s going to buy all of this for you and hurry to try on the final dress.

It slips up your body like a glove and you pull the two strings in your hands. When you make them tight they work with the dress instantly snatching your waist smaller and amplifying your tits. The level it elevates your look to is stunning.

You tussle your hair over to one side for more volume and look over how beautiful your body is wearing it. You turn to your side to see the deep plunging V down the back.

You slowly exit the dressing room.

As soon as Austin sees you he stops his call. “No no thank you I appreciate it I owe you one ….I ..I gotta go” he says quickly and hangs up.

He looks enamored as he gazes at you in the dress he picked.

You slide your hands down the silk front as his eyes follow your every movement. Seeing he likes this one the most you slowly turn showing the back to him and peek over your shoulder.

His eyes wander full of lust over your exposed skin as you give him a seductive little dance. You peek at him through your lashes and smile as you sway your hips making the silk dress flow.

He stands from the couch and slowly approaches until he’s standing behind you in the reflection of the mirror ahead. He trails his finger tips down the soft skin of your back as his eyes wander your body.

“You look perfect” he says softly as his eyes lock with yours in the reflection. Your arousal is already forming as he places his large hands on your hips pulling you back on him pressing you against his cock.

He slowly trails his hands up your waist and over the smooth silk of your full breasts "A-Aus!..”you say in protest trying to stop his provocative touch because you are in public.

He smiles as you bring your hands over his in a feeble attempt to pull them off. Instead he squeezes your full breasts in his hands and massages them as you both watch the sexual display in the mirror.

He lowers his face next to yours as you stare at each other in the reflection.

“Do you like when I touch you in public baby?” he whispers against your ear and pinches the buds of your nipples making a light moan escape your lips.

“You want everyone to know you’re the only one for me when I touch you like this?”He asks cupping your breasts and squeezing them again harder.

Once you give in to his touch he presses his lips against your ear “You want every one to know you’re my little slut don’t you?” He whispers seductively as he grins.

You try to fight his words but they increases your sexual arousal for him. Your brows knit as your face flushes and he catches it immediately in your pleading eyes.

“Aus....we can’t do this here" you plead and he pulls his finger tips across your breasts leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.

“Your body is mine to use whenever I desire” he confirms pulling the front of your dress down exposing your cleavage. He slips his fingers under the neckline and you gasp as his finger tips graze the bare skin of your nipple.

"P-please Aus....not out here" you desperately beg and he warmly smiles. He only exploits you in the open to lure you deeper into his plan.

“Okay not out here “he agrees and trails one hand down your waist pulling open the dressing room door with the other and guiding you inside locking you both in.

He tricked you into the privacy of the dressing room so quickly that even though you know what he plans you are unable to resist him. He is so tall and handsome as he stands behind you in the reflection. He wraps his arms around you and you melt into his embrace. His beauty is both a blessing and a curse when he uses it to be so manipulative.

He wastes no time lowering his lips onto your neck, kissing and sucking a weak spot you didn’t even know existed until you lightly moan craving his touch.

“Do you want people to hear how much I please you?” He asks as his hand moves to your clit feeling it throb under his touch.

“I-I’ll be quiet” you promise and he begins to rub his fingers into the silk against your aching pussy. You tilt your head back onto his shoulder so turned on your lashes flutter from how good his touch makes you feel.

He wraps one hand around your exposed throat as he continues to rub your pussy “I’m going to fuck you in this dress.” he rasps against your ear.

“Aus…Aus you can’t …we’ll get caught.” You say just above a whisper. He kisses slowly along your neck until he reaches your ear.

“They wont check on me again until I swipe my credit card” he says confidently. “Now be a good girl and bend over for me.” He commands.

You obey him and lean forward as he trails his fingertips down the soft exposed skin of your back settling his hands around your waist.

You grab your shins for stability but he leans over you taking your wrists one at a time and placing your hands on the mirror.

“Keep them there” he asserts and you nod looking down to the ground between your legs.

You watch his hands collect your dress near your ankles pulling it up your legs and along your thighs. You feel the silk fabric glide over your ass and onto your lower back where he bunches it to stay.

His hand finds your clothed pussy and he presses his fingertips into your panties.

“Your soaking wet” He whispers rubbing his fingers against the drenched fabric.

“What excites you more …is it me?” He asks squeezing your pussy lips together. “Or the money.” He asks separating your pussy lips grooving his fingers between them.

A shiver run downs down your spine as you moan and clench involuntarily from his masterful touch.

“Answer me!” he says sharply and slaps your sensitive pussy between your legs. You stifle a whimper as you recover from the sting of the harsh slap.

”Y-you Austin.” You finally pant out and he rubs your pussy better.

“Good girl.” he compliments and lets you enjoy the way his hand expertly massages between your legs.

He removes his hands from pleasuring you and unzips his jeans releasing his large hardened cock from its confinement. He presses his tip to your clothed pussy making a moan wrack your body.

He guides his tip up and down the drenched fabric over your pussy watching how you fall apart in the reflection turning him on even more.

“You are so responsive to me, every touch every word, that’s why you are the only one I want for my pleasure” he confesses.

You try hard to fight it but you can't help but feel special. Out of everyone he wanted you, he sought you out, and he chose you to be his.

He pulls his hips back and looks you over in the perfect position that he wanted. Your body bent over, hands pressed to the mirror legs spaced apart, dress pulled up. He trails hand down your spine.

“I cant get enough of you” he confesses and you stare down to the floor unable to meet his gaze any longer. You are overcome with so much arousal you are throbbing to your core.

“Such an obedient good girl deserves a reward right?” he questions and you nod as you close your eyes trying to hold yourself together knowing what’s next.

”Do you want me to make the ache go away?” He asks making your arousal explode for him.

“Y-yes Austin pp-please I would like that very much.” You beg.

He collects your hair into a ponytail using his fist and gently pulls your head back making you stare at each other in the reflection. “I want you to watch what I do to you.” He reveals and you nod.

He releases your hair and grabs the bands of your panties slipping them down as you step out of them.

He slowly spreads your pussy lips open and pushes his two long fingers deep inside of you until a moan falls from your lips. Your warm arousal drips down your thighs as he slides his fingers in and out of your pussy.

“Aus ..Aus I-I think I'm going to cum!" you whisper feeling your core already tight.

“Don’t cum yet” He says curling his fingers inside of you hitting the sweet spongy spot within that makes you lose your mind. You cover your mouth with one hand to muffle the loud moans from escaping.

“Don’t do that..I want to hear what I do to you" he says pressing your hand back to the mirror. He keeps fingering your pussy until you are quivering and shaking trying to stay sane.

He increases his speed working his arm vigorously as he smacks his knuckles against your pussy as it makes squishing sounds. He fingers you so deeply you are to ready cum.

You moan out loudly suddenly not caring if anyone hears anymore, you just want him and whatever he desires of you.

You close your eyes as the coil in your stomach becomes its tightest ready to release and Austin rapidly slides his fingers out leaving you completely empty.

“Austin please please I need more I’m so close!” You cry out desperately jiggling seeking any type of friction.

He holds the base of his hardened cock and presses the tip to your wet entrance.

"W-Wait-!! Aus!" before you can protest him not wearing a condom you feel the huge head of Austins cock push through the lips of your pussy. With a bouncing push he gets in just past the inner lips spreading your cunt.

"Fuck babe your little pussy is tight" He says thrusting inch by inch to go deeper. You wail as he pushes farther inward and your walls throb around him. He thrusts lightly until his cock takes less resistance and he is able to burrow all the way against your cervix.

You gasp and press your hands harder to the mirror as he begins pushing his hips forward to get his cock deeper into your tight walls as he thrusts.

You hear the slapping sounds of his skin against yours as he exerts more force with every hard drive of his cock. By the time your eyes meet in the mirror he is thrusting so hard he is jolting you forward.

“Aus....too fast!” You plead so he will slow but he increases his speed clapping his hips against your ass making you cry out.

“Who….-are you hm? …Where is that…-good 'Babysitter' I was recommended?” He asks thrusting at a dangerous rate.

“A-aus!..-i-it’stoo much!” You plead getting wrecked by his heavy plows. But he doesn’t slow down he wants to humiliate you into an orgasm this time.

“Such …a good …baby sitter …getting…fucked.. by her boss..in a public dressing room.” He says on each thrust. “Getting fucked like a good needy slut.” He reveals plowing harder.

“Austin please!” you whine as his thrust wrack your body and his words shatter your self image. You begin to lose your mind on the complications of what he’s doing and the spasming walls of your pussy add even more tortuous pleasure.

Your walls begin to flutter causing resistance against his hard pushing cock and you feel the sudden burst of euphoria in your core as you orgasm.

“Austin I’m cumming!” You cry out.

“Good girl he pants “ feeling your wetness increase on him. You are so tight that on each thrust the liquid finally begins leaking out of you and trails down your legs.

“Oh shit baby…- I fucked you…so good you … your cumming all over the..-fucking-.. floor" he says between thrusts. “I’m gonna cum now.. Fuck!" He yells overcome with arousal.

His pace turns erratic as he snaps his hips forward driving his cock in your pussy. His blue eyes focus intensely on yours as you watch him fuck you in the mirror and in that moment as he possesses your body you realize Austin controls you entirely.

"Get on your fucking knees babe" he demands and abruptly stops his thrusts. He slowly pulls his cock all the way out of you careful not cum.

As you kneel in front of him he grabs a fist full of your hair rushing you to his cock.

"Open your mouth for me" he demands and you do as he requests opening wide and sticking your tongue out. “That’s it baby.” he says and hastily pushes his cock in as much as you can take.

You whimper as he stuffs your mouth full and slides his cock in and out until it twitches on your tongue. He grabs your head to prevent you from escaping and pulls you farther down his cock but you quickly hold the base with your hands to take him all the way without gagging.

You look up at him through your wet eyelashes pleading for him to cum in your mouth as you suck him and with just that look alone his hips falter.

“Oh fuck… fuck” he says staring at you at in disbelief.

With his cock lodged in the back of your throat he begins pumping your mouth full of semen. You suck the cum right out of him and he stares at you in awe while he groans in pleasure with his hand on your head. Your hands fly to his thighs squeezing them hard pleading for him to let you go.

He releases you from his grip and pulls his cock out of your mouth watching you stare up at him as you swallow all of his cum down.

He immediately kneels down to your level breathless as he looks into your eyes.

“Fuck baby-…you are such a good girl for me" he says in disbelief and takes ahold of your jaw pulling you into a kiss. “I want to want to keep you forever.” he confesses grinning in the moment feeling the rush of endorphins as he stares into your eyes. You look back at him feeling a sense of accomplishment that he is pleased and you smile.

“C’mere” he says helping you to stand and takes ahold of you in a second passionate kiss of his lips. He intertwines his tongue with yours and holds you close like he never wants to let you go. Once he pulls his lips from yours he gazes into your eyes again as a smile forms on his face feeling completely satisfied.

“Alright let’s get out of here.” He says stepping back and quickly putting his cock away in his jeans.

He reaches behind you and collects your new clothing then presses the call button for the manager before he steps out of the dressing room leaving you inside.

You quickly find your yoga jacket and wipe your legs clean before kneeling to the floor and quickly cleaning your cum. You fold your yoga outfit up with your soaked panties inside.

You let out a breath in the dressing room after cleaning everything up. Austin is very satisfied with you and that makes you smile. You are now willing to do anything to please him and hear those magical words “good girl” that you crave on a subconscious level.

You hear Austin and the manager speaking just out side of the dressing room door.

“Shes going to wear the black one out and she’ll need heels” He says and knocks on the door. You turn and check your face and dress in the reflection. Other than a sore jaw,slightly swollen pussy, and missing panties you look and feel fine.

You exit the dressing room and the manager looks you over. “Oh she looks magnificent” she says to Austin and your face flushes bright red. She has no idea what Austin just did to you in her dressing room.

She continues to compliment as you keep avoiding her eye contact “Are you a model honey?” She asks highly invested.

“No I’m his Babysi- - -“ Austin cuts your short

“She’s my girlfriend” he interjects.

“Oh” the manager says as both of you look at him with surprise. Her seeing how quickly he rebounded from his wife with a younger woman and you because he called you his girlfriend, he titled you.

“Well that’s wonderful she says with a smile.”her mind now spinning to get more information from his ex wife on the matter the next time she comes into the boutique.

Your reservation for Nobu are within the hour so Austin takes your hand and walks you along the selection of heels. He picks out a pair of strappy black ones “She’ll wear it with these.” He says requesting your size already knowing. “Oh they are perfect to match the straps on the dress” she compliments and Austin hands her his credit card.

Paparazzi

When you exit the store carrying your shopping bags there is a small mob. It is dusk and you are lit up by paparazzi flashes. You shield your eyes but Austin is accustomed to it. A group of girls run and approach Austin holding their phones poised to take a selfies keeping pace with him.

“Austin please!!! Please may I take a selfie with you! One girl your age finally begs and he smiles kindly posing next to her face.

“Oh my GOD!” she screams. Her friends do the same keeping pace and waiting for him to quickly pose smiling and then continue walking.

“Thank you Austin!” They gush.

“You’re welcome” he says grinning making them go insane with hysteria.

You look at their frantic eyes as they study their screens of the photos having only a second with him. A second group of fans approach but they only film him from a distance. Austin so tall and imposing in person that they are too nervous or too polite to ask for photos

“That’s Austin Butler” they murmur as he walks by.

Austin quickens his pace as you reach the parking lot. You keep stride in your new heels and you are grateful you are in good shape. Reaching the car he opens your door and assists you inside with his hand, once your are seated he closes the door. His SUV is already surrounded by a gathering crowd as he walks to the drivers side. The sound of camera clicks are loud as their flashes begin to light up the SUV.

From the passengers seat looking through the windshield the noises are muffled and you can see the total wave of chaos Austin created. Dozens of fans and paparazzi surround the car some even watching at a distance from the shopping center.

You look over to the drivers side and see Austin interacting with fans taking a few quick selfies and signing his autograph now that you are saftley inside the car. He opens the door and the sounds amplify of people yelling his name as well as the loud camera clicks.

Austin closes the door muffling the sounds again and immediately presses the engine start button. He carefully edges out of his parking space into the parking lot avoiding people standing in the way who slowly inch back still wanting to engage with him. Security guards for the plaza finally arrive and usher people back allowing you and Austin to drive safely away.

Once the shopping center disappears from view you speak up “Austin Is that normal?” You ask breaking the silence.

He grins as he answers “Yea” calmly driving.

“Do you like it?” You ask witnessing how comfortable he is in chaos first hand.

“I love it.” He says grinning as he gets on the high way. “Only thing I dislike are the paparazzi.” He admits.

You drive a short distance and exit the highway. You suddenly remember Austin’s taking you to dinner and grab your purse to put on your makeup. You pull down the visor mirror and begin applying mascara and eyeshadow. You quickly rouge your cheeks and dab on lip stick.

You can feel Austin taking quick glances at you while he drives and when he pulls to a red light he stops the SUV and takes ahold your jaw turning you to face him.

He intensely studies your face. “I don’t like lip stick on you, and I don’t ever what you to wear it again take it off.” He says with authority.

“Okay Austin.” You say timidly pulling a tissue and wiping your lips clean. His stare still lingers and you become worried. “What is it Austin why are you looking at me like that?” You question and his face relaxes into a smile.

You are so obedient that he’s in love with you, but he doesn’t say it. “Because I adore you.” He says instead making you sit back in your seat from the impact of his words.

Only yesterday you were his babysitter and this is your first date, now he’s saying he adores you. Austin is moving way too fast but you take his hand and squeeze it gently to show you care, and make sure he doesn’t become angry feeling rebuffed. He smiles and lifts your hand to his lips placing a kiss on it as the light turns green.

You arrive to the seaside restaurant of Nobu. Austin helps you from the SUV and holds your hand to head inside the restaurant. The entire building is paneled in large wood planks. As you enter the restaurant it is open to the out doors facing the ocean.

A stunning hostess greets you prepared for his arrival and brings you through the restaurant to your reserved VIP seats on the outdoor balcony of the beach. It is night and the ocean is dark and ominous as the waves crash at the shoreline.

Austin pulls your chair and pushes you in to go take his seat. There are low lighting black lamps on every table setting a luxurious ambiance.

“Austin..this is… like really really nice.” You admit looking around at the stylish decor. Everything is a honey wood color from the seating to the tables to the walls and to your left is the endless ocean. He smiles watching you take it all in.

“Do you want to start with a cocktail? Austin asks looking over the digital menu. You regain your focus and slightly panic.

“They’re gonna card me Austin I can’t .” You reveal and he just smiles at you.

“May I order for you?” He asks after making his selection.

“Yes” you confirm and when he doesn’t hand you the menu to choose you smile realizing he already knows what you will like.

Your waiter makes his introduction and Austin orders the meal.

As you wait Austin stares across at you. “Did you have fun today? He asks with a gentle smile. “Yes I did.” You admit, but the alarm bells in your mind are slowly going off that Austin may officially be forcing you into a relationship.

Your face changes as you worry about being in way over your head having a relationship with him. “What’s wrong?” He asks seeing your shift in your mood. He leans in with inherit interest as you speak.

“Did you mean…what you said in the boutique..about me…” Your voice trails off feeling uncertain. “That your my girlfriend?“ he asks with a grin already knowing what’s on your mind. “Yes that part.” You confirm feeling a slight chill from the wind in the night air.

He takes his leather jacket off and stands walking around to you and placing it on your shoulders. The warmth from his body lingers in the jacket and it comforts you. “Thank you Austin.” You say looking up to him. “You’re quite welcome“ he says kneeling down to be at eye level with you. He places his elbow on the table and rests his fist to his chin gazing into your eyes.

He trails his other hand down your shoulder as you huddle warmly in his jacket “What was I gonna tell her, that your my baby sitter?” He asks in a low voice studying your face. “I can’t tell anyone I’m fucking my babysitter.” He says casually. His words confuses you and now you are unsure if you are his girlfriend or still his babysitter.

The waiter arrives presenting a large glass bottle etched with Japanese lettering and Austin returns to his seat.

The waiter names the brand and where it was imported from and how it was distilled, then pours your glasses and sets the bottle on the table before he departs. “What is it Austin?” You ask with a contemplative look studying the foreign bottle. “Its sake different alcohols have different effects on you and I want to see what this one does.” He says smiling remembering whiskey makes you want your mouth on his cock.

He lifts his sake glass and gestures you do the same. Realizing he wants to cheers you lift your glass as well. The concept is still foreign with this being only your second time having alcohol. “To a great relationship” he says making your heart flutter as you touch glasses. You still aren’t sure if this makes him your boyfriend and you both take a drink as he grins at your confusion. The sake is sweet and you can’t even taste the alchohol until it warms your tongue.

Your appetizers arrive and the waiter informs you it is their crispy tuna as he sets down the six pieces of tuna puree topped with a slice of jalapeño and avocado on a toasted rice cake.

You each pick one up and you cheers the bite to Austin making him smile at the cute gesture before you both eat them.

It is heavenly, the rice cake is very crunchy in contrast to the fluffy softness of the tuna. “I want more” you say immediately after you both clear the tray. He grins at your eagerness “Patience baby I ordered a lot for us.” He confirms refilling your sake glass.

Next comes the thinly sliced yellow tail layered on a plate. The waiter sets it down with a small serving of wasabi and shredded ginger.

You each pick up your chopsticks and clear the plates one delicate layered slice at a time. Your mind explodes on the flavor, the fish is soft and delicate and the ponzu sauce is sharp and tangy.

Austin refills your sake glass seeing it is empty again.

Next is a tray of thickly sliced albacore, it is covered in delicate crispy onions, with a light lemon drizzle and ponzu. You each take pieces and chew through the crunchy tanginess of the fish mixed with lemon and crispy onion. You signal Austin to quickly refill your sake due to the sournesses and he grins pouring you another glass after you’d just finished the previous.

The main course arrives, a plated caramelized cod for each of you. It is lightly charred and the exterior is flaky and succulent with the sweetness of brown sugar enhancing the soft flavor of the fish. Feeling dizzy and and giddy you want to lick the sauce that dots the plate but you know better, the entire meal was highly addictive.

Austin refills your sake glass one more time emptying the bottle as you wait for the check. By now all the colors and sounds have enhanced in the room and you stare off into the ocean dreamily as Austin pays.

Austin helps you up and holds you around your waist guiding you to the car. You almost stumble on the curb leaving the restaurant but Austin corrects your step holding you tightly. “Come on baby a few more steps.” He instructs. “I had a really good time.” You murmur smiling at him feeling the drinks kick in with the dinner that was probably a skyrocketing amount. “I had a good time to.” He says smiling over at you.

Austins sits you in the car and buckles your seat belt across your lap making you laugh. “Austin I’m not a baby!” You scoff grinning “Youre my baby” he says looking at you flirtatiously as he clicks the belt in place. Your face blushes as your head lolls back overwhelmed by him as you let out a sigh, you are clearly drunk.

As Austin drives you to his estate he sees your eyes keeps closing so turns the music up and rolls down the windows. The wind and the music keep you awake. He knows you want to rest but he has other plans for the evening.

You look over at him studying his handsome face as he drives. He’s so intense and mean at times but when he’s soft and caring it makes you slowly give in to his ways and fall for him a tiny bit. A grin forms on your face thinking of him as your boyfriend and he peeks over at you placing his hand on your thigh. ”Almost home baby.” He says affectionately.

You stare at his muscular arms when he returns his hands to the wheel and turns up the hill which you recognize as the driveway to his estate.

Obsession

You pull into the garage and Austin clicks off the SUV making every thing go silent. He looks over at you and your eyes are filled with passion for him making him smile. He knows you are drunk again which means you will do even more degrading things that he likes tonight.

“Did you enjoy everything that we did today.” He asks checking in. “Yes I loved it” you say being reminded of your bags of clothing sitting in the backseat. “Good “ says leaning in and planting a kiss on your lips. He pulls away and opens his door to exit the SUV.

You reach for your door too and he gives you a look making you slip your hands back your lap. “I almost forgot” you confess. He smiles at your obedience and comes around to get your door.

He walks you in to the estate and the lights automatically turn on illuminating the way to the kitchen. Austin stops in the hall “ I need a sec, there’s another bathroom near the landing” he says and you walk to the landing at the stairs and find it. You are still a bit drunk and stumble in to the bathroom as the lights automatically turn on. You drank so much sake you wait a while until your bladder is cleared before you clean yourself up.

You stand and wash your hands checking your reflection in the mirror. You are taken aback because you look absolutely stunning still in the expensive dress and wearing makeup.

You open the bathroom door and Austin is waiting for you resting his hip and elbow on the banister of the landing. “Come” He says extending his hand. You take it and he leads you to the wing of the estate with his office. This time you head to a lower level taking a set of stairs at the end of the hall.

At the base of the stairs there are two large black doors which he pushes upon leading you inside.

It is his man cave all of his most personal and intimate objects are within. In the center is a black wrap around leather couch with a matching ottoman. Guitars in lit display cases line the walls illuminating the room with a grand piano is just off to the left.

The ceilings are high vaulted and the walls without guitars are covered in dozens off organized framed photos. You step closer to a wall near the piano and see they are behind the scenes photos from his movies.

You look closer at a picture of him looking dapper in a military uniform with other soldiers on a set. The placard below reads ‘Masters of the Air 2024.’ You smile eyeing another photo next to it seeing how handsome he looks as a valiant officer standing in front of a historic plane.

You turn to see Austin resting back on his leather couch with his feet on the ottoman, he unzips his boots and takes them off as you come to sit with him. He pulls your legs across his lap and begins untying the lace strap of your heels slipping them off .“Thank you Austin“ you say bashfully feeling enamored by the romantic gesture. “You’re very welcome.”He says running his hand along your dress at your thigh before he looks into your eyes.

“Tonight your shopping spree and dinner won’t be covered under your babysitters fee.” He relays taking your breath away. “Oh…” you say feeling crestfallen wondering how much you actually spent.

He smiles trailing his fingertips along the silk of your expensive dress. “You’ll have to make it up to me.” He says staring at you seductively.

You already feel the uneasiness begin to set in. “What do you want me to do Austin?” You ask wondering how degrading it will be.

His eyes wander over your body lustfully. “It’s something you’ve already done for me.” he answers coyly. You look down at his hand caressing you wearing the expensive silk dress and come up with your answer “Alright Austin “You say reluctantly. You only readily agree because it’s something you’ve already done.

“Go wait for me near the piano” he instructs and helps you to move your legs from his lap and stand up.

As you reach the piano Austin has made his way across the room to a black door. Red light emits from the room within as he opens it and presses through a plastic curtain to he enter. It is his dark room Austin is also a photographer able to develop his own film.

You wonder if there is anything Austin can’t do as you look around the room realizing he plays piano and guitar. Then look at the walls covered in photos of all his other accomplishments and you assume no, he can do anything he puts his mind to.

Austin emerges from the dark room with a camera in his hands, but not just any camera it looks highly expensive.

He smiles approaching you from across the large room as he studies your form. “I couldn’t help but admire how stunning you looked in that dress all evening, so I decided you’re going to make up your spending tonight by taking some pictures for me.” He says looking pleased.

“Okay Austin “ you say smiling feeling relieved by his simple request.

Once in your vicinity he looks you over. “you look good in this lighting.” He admits and takes a few steps back already bringing his camera up to take the shot. “You look good to me in any lighting actually” he reveals making you both smile.

You hear the whir click and then see the flash. It doesn’t blind you but it makes you remember your first night with him. You know he still has the racy photo he took then to black mail you. Now that you have bonded with him you wonder if he will still release the photo to ruin you if you decide to leave him.

You are snapped out of your thoughts by Austin’s voice “I want one of you at the piano” he conveys bringing his hand to your waist and guiding you to sit on the piano bench.

He looks you over in approval before stepping back and raising his camera it clicks and flashes taking the photo. “Beautiful” he says making a small smile form on your lips.

He approaches you and places his camera on the piano to kneel down in front of you. His fingertips touch your ankles before he hooks the hem of your dress in his thumbs slowly gliding it up your calves and over your knees. He inches your dress higher and rests his hands on your thighs.

“Spread your legs apart for me“ he says looking up into your eyes. Your stomach pulls tight and you hesitate because you aren’t wearing panties anymore. You slowly open your legs to him and he forces them wider staring in awe at your bare pussy. ”Where are your panties?” He asks sounding upset.

“I-l wrapped them in my yoga outfit to put them in the shopping bag because…because they were so wet Austin.” You confess. He clicks his tongue making a tisk sound in disapproval. “You’ve been out with me all evening without any panties on?” He asks voice lowered as he stares between your legs. “Y-yes”you confirm and he stands up. “Do you know what happens to needy little sluts who don’t wear panties in public ?” He asks making your chest rise and fall. “Austin please..” you beg but you it’s to no avail.

He collects his camera and steps back “You’re already bare so touch yourself” he commands and you hesitate before you place your hands between your legs to pose. “I said touch yourself” he relays and you feel the heat creep up your neck as you obey and slip your fingers up and down your pussy as he snaps the photo.

“You like making yourself easy to access don’t you?” He says stepping closer and standing directly over you. Before you can answer he pushes you back with his free hand to make you lay flat on the bench.

“Put your fingers inside of yourself” he instructs and you bring your hand to your core. “Show me what a needy little slut you are” he instructs and your face blushes on his words as you slip your fingers inside of yourself. “Fuck” he whispers as he snaps the photo.

His breathing increases and he gently removes your hand replacing it with his own. He pushes his long fingers into your pussy making you moan. You see him smirk behind the camera enjoying the obvious power he has over you and with his fingers burrowed in your pussy he snaps the photo.

He puts his camera on the piano and kneels down to focus on fingering you, but you are tensed thinking he is upset as he pumps them into you and it causes resistance. You writhe on the piano bench beneath him and he removes his fingers placing his arm across your pelvis holding you firmly to restrict your movements.

“Relax baby I’m going to give you what you need I’m only teasing” he says and begins to rub your slick wetness into you pussy. He circles around your entrance and teases his fingers back in with little movements until they slide inside on each thrust. You pant as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out, letting you grow accustomed to them.

Once he feels you clench on his fingers he knows you are ready. He inserts his fingers deeper and probes inside of your walls until he finds the hidden ridge within. He rubs it firmly as you begen to moan loudly and he smiles. “You like that baby?” He asks knowing he found your gspot “y-yes Austin p-please more!” You beg.

He spreads his fingers wide inside of your walls and you feel your pussy being stretched apart. You cry out and grasp his wrist from the intense sensation.

You release his wrist when he brings his fingers together to roughly finger fuck you rubbing your gspot every time he plows them deep inside. He begins stroaking your clit in tandem and you moan loudly as you become so wet your pussy makes squishing sounds.

He coos at you in your moment of ecstasy "Baby let go and cum for me I want to enjoy this." He says and you begin to moan harder as your walls flutter against his fingers. “I’m going to cum Austin” you whine and he thrusts his fingers into you deeper pushing you over the edge.

You scream in pleasure as warm streams of your clear arousal cover his hand and spill onto the piano bench making a pool between your legs. "Fuck baby that’s the second time today, you came so much for me!” He says proudly. You shiver as you come down realizing he is right.

He pulls his fingers from you and stands unzipping his jeans. “Come get on your knees for me” he instructs and you shakily sit up on the piano bench before coming to kneel in front of him where he stands next to the piano.

“Take my cock out.” He commands and you obey reaching into his jeans and helping his cock spring free. “Put the on the tip of your tongue.” He instructs picking up his camera from the piano.

You open your mouth and place his cock head on your tongue. “fucking angel” he says snapping the photo. The clash of degradation and arousal swells inside of you.

He brings one hand to the back of your head and pushes your mouth down his cock until you gag unable to go farther. With his other hand holding the camera he takes the photo. When you see the flash you know this photo is so bad you almost want to cry.

Austin smiles “what’s wrong baby?” he coos seeing your saddened face. You try to pull your mouth back from his cock to speak but he holds your head firm on him and you begin to gurgle around it trying to protest his actions.

"Don't talk with your mouth full babe use your manners." He says teasingly as he stares down at you struggle, his cock gets harder in your mouth on his control and power over you in the moment. He finally decides to pull his cock out of your mouth and hear what you have to say.

You gasp for breath. “I don’t like that photo and I want you to delete it!” You say assertively trying to regain your composure.

He tilts his head to the side watching you defy him and voice your displeasure. “You should be thanking me for letting you suck my cock and taking photos.” He conveys.

Your face turns red with embarrassment beause you are so conflicted.

He places his hand on your chin making you look up at him. “Thank me properly” he says and your eyes go wide. He’s going beyond your limits of morality and you give in unsure how to react.

“Thank you for letting me suck your cock and taking a photo of it Austin.” you say with a hint of regret.

“Good girl” he says smiling

“We’re going to try again because the last time you looked like you were going to cry and I want to capture that look you give me that makes me want to cum.” He says.

He holds the base of his cock and gestures you to put your mouth on it. This time when you take him as far as you can you look up lovingly into his eyes.

“Fuck that’s it” he whispers taking the photo “I love when you stare up at me like that.” He admits

He pulls his cock from your mouth and places his camera on the piano. When he puts his cock away you are thoroughly confused. “Come I want to show you something.” He says taking your hand and recollecting his camera with the other.

He brings you to his dark room and as you push through the plastic curtain you see the entire room is illuminated in red light. He has several workstations on tables with plastic tubs. The smell of chemicals is pungent and overpowering even with the ventilation system he has installed.

He brings you to stand at a table in front of a tray of liquid. “You ever developed a photo before?” He asks. “No Austin of course not.” You say with a scoff ”I only use my iPhone” you answer.

“I’m going to show you how.” He says gently.

You follow him to a station where he clicks open the back of his camera on a light up table and removes the roll of film in its canister.

He pulls a tab on the small film canister and unrolls a long brown glossy strip inside which has the captures.

He lays the flattened roll on the light up table and looks at each capture choosing his favorites. He takes scissors and cuts the exact frames on the role he’s decided upon.

Then he brings the tiny frames of film in his palm to a second machine inserting them one at a time into a tray under a lens.

He places a piece of glossy paper under the lens and turns the knob on the machine making the first image he chooses larger until it fits the edges of the glossy paper it is projected upon.

It is a faint image and you can barely see it with your eyes. Austin then does it two more times with the other frames.

Once he has three glossed papers with faint images he brings them to the station with his his warming trays of pungent liquid. This is where the smell of chemicals is at its strongest.

He takes the first glossed piece of paper with tongs and swishes it through the pungent clear liquid until a photo begins to appear on it.

The image is of you with your legs apart in the expensive dress at the piano with your fingers in yourself. “It’s stunning” he compliments“ look at your eyes” he says gazing over to see your reaction instead he sees your apprehension. “You don’t like it?” He asks and you shake your head no. He pulls your head to him and plants a kiss on your hair.

“You don’t understand art like I do. I could easily sell these with my other photos.” he admits and you panic “Austin please don’t.” You plead but he ignores you and uses the tongs to pull the picture out and turns to hang it on the drying line with the others.

Your eyes widen when you realize he has dozens of photos of you in comprising positions hanging on the drying line. His obsession with you runs very deep and it sends a chill through your body

He slips the second piece of glossy paper in the liquid. “I could pull a few favors and do an art exhibition of these ” he says over his shoulder.

But you aren’t paying attention anymore because you are intensely looking over the dozens of photos of you he has hanging.

One is of you unconscious laying naked across his bed, another is of you inebriated with his hand placed around your throat. Your eyes widen in shock at the one of you in his shower. Your head is tilted back with water cascading over your body it is from just this morning “Austin what the fuck!” you finally snap.

He turns to you as you pull the picture of you in the shower from the line to show him. “What is honestly wrong with you Austin!?” you yell and he smiles “I’ll take photos of you whenever I want you are mine” he confirms.

“The fact that is the one your upset over amuses me” He says turning to retrieve the picture of you sucking his cock and hanging it with the others. “A-Austin this is so wrong this is wrong on so many levels” you say panicking stepping back as you look into his eyes and then at all the photos. Finally you look to the door to escape as he narrows his gaze at you. Feeling overwhelmed and finally realizing how deeply he has you trapped your mind panics signaling you to flee.

You turn hurriedly to flee but he quickly snatches your wrist and pulls you back to him grabbing your waist and lifting you up forcibly onto an empty table.

You gasp at his aggression but he shushes you as he rubs down your neck and your shoulders and positions himself between your legs. “I’m sorry I can’t let you leave like that.” He says and you feel the hard cock in his jeans press against your bare pussy. Before you can think he unzips his jeans and pulls out his erect cock out aiming it between your spread legs

“A-Austin what are going to do?” You ask panting and he leans in closer to kiss you but you hesitate pulling back. As you stare at each other in the intense moment you see an unyielding question burning in his eyes. “I know it’s all wrong but being with you has unleashed my innermost hidden desires and I can’t resist them with you.” He admits

He takes his cock in his hand and you look down at him stroking it “Tell me you want me.” He says and you feel his breath on your lips as his presses his tip to your entrance. So many thought are swirling through your head as you look into his pleading eyes. “Austin what do you want with me?” You finally ask.

“I know you hinted that you want me to be your boyfriend so, I’ll do that, I’ll do that for you.” He says relenting.

“Austin I’ll be honest you scare me at times and I’m worried if I leave you’ll share these pictures. So I really have no choice do I” You reveal.

“So make the right choice.” He implies, and that’s what worries you, he’s going to keep you as long as possible with blackmail.

He pulls his face back a little and you can see the sudden disappointment about you forming in his eyes. You quickly tell him. “Yes! Yes Austin I want you.” And pull him into a kiss making him calm instantly.

You moan in his mouth as you I feel the head of his cock push inside of you. He does a quick violent thrust to get his cock farther in and you moan even more. He begins to thrust into you easier as you become accustomed to his size and his cock begins gliding in and out of you.

When he starts to go faster you hold him around his shoulders felling him thrust into you so hard. "You like this, don't you? …-Having me fuck you your pussy knowing… I can’t get enough of you…having you surrounded by your photos that I take …-to pleasure myself when you’re not around.” He says going faster.

Overwhelmed by his intensity, you can only gasp for breath, locking eyes with him as he continues deep powerful thrusts . “SAY IT!” he demands, his voice cutting through the air. You feel the force of his thrusts between your legs intensify, each smack igniting a surge of pleasure. “Y-yes..of course …I do Austin,” you manage to say breathlessly, you will agree with anything he says in this moment.

He begins to fuck you with long strokes, pulling his cock back farther before plunging it back inside. It feels so good you reach down to touch your clit. "Don’t touch yourself.” He commands and you obey placing your hand back on his shoulder. He plows into you deeper and faster sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Your breath hitches, and your muscles tense as he drives you closer to an orgasm.

“Beg me to cum” he commands burying his cock at its deepest in your pussy .

“Please, Austin, let me cum” you beg and he reaches his hand between your bodies and strums your clit.

You scream in pleasure as you reach climax, and Austin instantly withdraws his cock, making you feel the rush of warm liquid as you squirt. You feel more warmth spreading over your navel as he shoots his cum on your dress, driven by the intensity of his desire to possess you completely marking you with his cum.

His chest rises and falls rapidly, his breathing ragged and uneven as he stares at you, both of you physically spent. You struggle to catch your breath, the aftermath of pleasure still coursing through your veins. It takes several moments before the intensity of the moment begins to calm.

He loves you but he doesn’t say it instead he presses his forehead to yours and holds the back of your neck caressing your jaw with his thumb.

“You’re mine” he says staring into your eyes.

“Okay Austin.” You answer quickly and he smiles. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He says looking down at his cum glisten in the silk on your dress.

He plants a kiss to your lips and helps you to stand. He turns you around and unties your dress slipping it down your waist until you step out of it.

“I’m adding this one to my collection” He says smiling. “what collection?” You ask in curiosity, he looks over the dress in his hands then looks back into your eyes. “My collection of what you wear during my favorite encounters with you.” He confesses.

College

You awaken in the morning to the sound of your iPhone alarm clock. Austin is curled up against you holding you tightly . You wiggle to get out of his arms but he is too heavy keeping you trapped. You turn your head to look at him as you gently tug his hand to wake him nicely. “Austin I need to go to school.” You say softly and he slowly opens his eyes. He looks at you and he smiles seeing you first thing in the morning, though deep down he hates that you are leaving. But he promised you last night after he showered you and you climbed into bed with him that you could return to school the next day.

He lets out a breath and sits up in bed, he already has a plan set in place that will deter you from school for a while to bring you back to him.

“I’ll set up the shower and cook you breakfast okay?” He says pulling your head to him and planting a kiss on your hair. “Okay Austin.” You say.

You finish breakfast together sitting at the counter in his enormous kitchen. As he gets up and takes your dishes to the sink he decides to offer you something he knows you can’t resist. “Why don’t you take the range to school.” He says offhandedly as he pulls two cooling espressos resting on they tray of his machine.

“Really? You would do that!” You ask excitedly. “Why not.” He says grinning at your excitement. “I’ll have them detail your car in the meantime and you can bring back the Range when you come to work on Saturday.” He offers. “But I thought… you wanted me to stay all week.” You question due to his original agreement he paid your for on Monday.

“Well with school that makes it difficult doesn’t it.” He reveals. “You’ll have to stay here and wake up like this every morning at 5am to drive there then be back here after 5pm that’s a bit excessive.” He reasons.

“Oh I didn’t think about that.” You admit. He brings you your espresso and as you sip it he hands you your tiny birth control pill which you swallow with the last of the caffeine.

He reaches in his sweats pocket and pulls out the range key handing it over. “ Thank you Austin.” You say collecting the keyless fob in your hand and looking up to him. “Your very welcome.” He says feeling his heartache when you stand up and hug him goodbye. He pulls your face to his planting a kiss. “See you on Saturday.” You say grinning. “See you in Saturday” he says with a weak smile.

🥀 To be continued 🥀 ….

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[kaluxsims]

To celebrate passing the 2000 followers mark (holy crap, thank you!!), I wanted to do something for the guys. We all know male sims are kinda neglected as far as CC goes. It's not as bad as it used to be, but there's still a relative lack of clothes for the mature male sims. That's the inspiration for what I'm calling Duds For Dads. For now it's a 4t2 collection of three tops and four bottoms originally by @its-adrienpastel. Because we're dad-focused here, everything is for AM-EM. Everything has a fat morph, and AM pieces also have a preg morph. EM is available standalone or repo'ed to AM. Both repo and standalone are included in each download. Pick one!

Since it's a big post, I'm setting it up a bit differently from most. If you just want it aaaaaalllllll, you don't even need to "keep reading". If you want more info or pick and choose, all of that is below the cut.

Download ALL: SFS or MediaFire

Let's go with the more put-together pieces first.

Adrien Pastel's Pileggi Polo is a ribbed long sleeve polo shirt. It sits right at the waist for a tidy, tucked in look. Pair it with higher waist pants, to avoid a gap. Set as Everyday and Formal.

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Download Pileggi Polo: SFS or MediaFire

Adrien Pastel's David Trousers are the ideal pants to wear with the Pileggi Polo. They hang a bit loose, just like dads want. They're paired with sized-up 4t2 BG child loafers. The shoes and belts match (as best I could), because that's the kind of clothing rule dads live by. Set as Everyday and Formal.

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Download David Trousers: SFS or MediaFire

A big, comfy sweater like Adrien Pastel's Kane Sweater is another must-have for dads. It comes in a big variety of textures, for all kinds of dad styles. Set as Everyday and Outerwear.

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Download Kane Sweater: SFS or MediaFire

Adrien Pastel's Landon Shorts sit mid-thigh, perfect for mobility while fishing or gardening. They come with my conversion and recolors of the TS4 BG canvas shoes. Set as Everyday only.

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Download Landon Shorts: SFS or MediaFire

Adrien Pastel's Rayane Jeans have a relaxed fit and soft wash. The shoes are TS4 BG Oxfords, converted by me. Set as Everyday only.

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Download Rayane Jeans: SFS or MediaFire

Adrien Pastel's Pete T-Shirt brings us to full casual comfort. It hangs a bit loose and has rolled sleeves. It goes great with any of the bottoms in this collection. Set as Everyday, Gym, PJ, and Undies.

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Download Pete T-Shirt: SFS or MediaFire

And the pinnacle of the casual wear, we'll end with Adrien Pastel's Pete Sweatpants. (Bonus personal info, most of my closest male relatives are named Pete.) The drawstring waist and soft wash are peak weekend dad. Available with TS4 BG CrossTrainers, converted and recolored by me. AM barefoot is available repo'ed to AM with sneakers. Sneaker version is Everyday, and Gym. Barefoot version is Everyday, Gym, and PJ.

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Download Pete Sweatpants: SFS or MediaFire

Credits: @its-adrienpastel for TS4 meshes and textures

I hope your sim dads enjoy these new duds! Thanks for getting my CC simblr past the 2k mark! (A little while ago, but I had stuff going on.) There might be a part two to this, but for now I'm starting my Simblreen projects. It's only about 9 weeks until the likely first weekend of Simblreen. That's so soon!

[andyoullhearitagain]

Top Ten Least Bad Outfits in TNG

I'm gonna be honest and say that the non-uniform outfits in TNG are not my favorite costume design in the world, but there are some looks that stick with me:

10. That Girl Who Kissed Data That One Time's Outfit:

I can never decide if I like this look or I think it's ugly, but I love the pants and tall boots combo. Her blouse is bad and the bouclé jacket is both too heavy and too fussy for this outfit, but I love the belt and suspenders combo, and the chevron embossing on the suspenders. This costume and all the others except #9 is a Robert Blackman design.

9. This Jumpsuit On That Girl From "The Dauphin":

This is the only William Ware Theiss design on this list. I love his TOS stuff but most of his TNG designs leave me cold 🤷‍♀️. But I love this is extremely 80s jumpsuit. Love the pretty drape, love the ruching on the sleeves, love the harem pants silhouette. Only note is that the whole bodice should be a structured corset bodice instead of the kind of odd structured panel it has now.

8. Picard's Shorty Pyjama Set:

TNG is absolutely full of the strangest pyjama choices you can imagine and Picard is no exception but I love this bold look. Would kill for this pyjama set. He also takes a work zoom wearing this one time which is insane.

7. Data's 1890's Looks But Specifically This One With The Shirtsleeves And The Blue Shirt:

The best part of "Time's Arrow" is that Data isn't a fish out of water in the 1890s, he's absolutely killing it, and I love that the only real Casual Data look we get is this one. I prefer the blue shirt to the pink because Data should really wear more blue, it's a nice contrast with yellow. Please also note his emerald watch fob, which was 0% necessary to blend in, he's just having fun with it.

6. 12 Year Old Keiko's Linen Overalls:

The paperbag waist! The bow! The little bows at the shirt cuffs! I can understand why she replicated a miniature copy of this outfit.

5. Beverly and Guinan's Dixon Hill Holodeck Costumes:

I'm counting these as one because they're essentially the same design in different color pallets but what color paletts! Bev is pulling off the very difficult pink+red+red hair and the mint green on Guinan is 🤌. I particularly love how Guinan's hat is so 1940s yet also echos the silhouette of her usual costume.

4. Deanna's Teal Dress:

Like all of you I prefer Deanna in the uniform, but this dress slays, ok? The space age asymmetrical neckline. The drop waist. The structured bodice. The slit almost all the way to the hip. And of course the matching tights and shoes CANNOT BE BEATEN. Also one time I saw a dude on a Star Trek forum call this a "ballgown" which baffles me to this day, this is clearly a slightly fancy day dress.

3. Picard's 1890s Look:

You'd think Picard would go full posh in the 1890s but instead he gives us this working-class Shakespearean director look and he 👏 looks 👏 incredible 👏. Way to mix textures, Jean-Luc.

2. Lore's Turtleneck and Giant Vest:

You and I know that Lore stole these clothes from the Pakleds because we pay a lot of attention to Star Trek costumes, but to a normal viewer Lore shows up and this is just his outfit!! It's giving, like, space-age goblincore and it's incredible. I want wear this oufit every day. I want to make a little doll Lore wearing this outfit to express my love for it. It's only not #1 because the pants are too orange and a strange weave.

Deanna's Ancient West Holodeck Outfit:

Deanna!!! The pants! The hat! The calico! She looks 10/10 hot in this outfit. For sure the superior version of this is before she gives her neckerchief to Worf (it really benefits from that cool highlight) but either way this is the best anyone's ever looked on that holodeck.

[navstuffs]

Dry-humping Leon Kennedy, who is wearing Graves's outfit. 

Based on this mod. TW: dry humping/knee humping, masturbation, gloves, clothed male, tiny little tease at the end, gn!reader. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! lowkey dedicated to @sarahs-secrets2 biggest grave's fan i know

my leon's masterlist

If Leon Kennedy could stop time right now, he would. He had to be out of your house within ten minutes if he didn't want to be late; he was never late, but all his responsibilities were thrown out the window when it came to you. Your presence influenced his mind and sense of duty.

"There is nothing bad on putting yourself first, Leon."

And there you are, legs spread apart, humping your clothed sex against his knee, a frantic desire for someone who won't see each other for weeks. Your eyes are locked on his, drowsy with pleasure, begging for more than Leon can give now. 

"Don't do this to me," Leon whispers, his cock twitching in his pants. He wants you to give you everything, but he limits himself to helping, gloved hands on your hips, creating more friction.

Leon glances from your focused face, to your chest, your hips, to then your covered sex. His eyes lust as he notices the wet spot in your underwear. Leon licks his lips unconsciously, his hands impatiently pulling your underwear down.

His gloved hands start rubbing your aching sex, not slow as usual times, but more frantic, his gaze directed to your face again, anxious to know if he is pleasing you or not. You yelp, surprised by the difference on the texture, not his warm hands, but the raspy texture of his gloves.

And though he isn't used to dirty talk (Leon always mentions how awkward and silly he feels), he still does it for you. 

"Can I can make you cum like this? Right in my knee? Please, so I can remember you."  

You answer with a sob, fingers digging into his shoulders. You start whimpering; so close now, so close to let it rip and cum in your underwear. 

It is Leon moaning your name, his hands stroking your sex, that makes the rope rip. You finally let go, locking your lips with his. After a couple of minutes of your heavy breathing, you look at the clock. Five minutes until Leon has to leave. He notices your intentions, stopping your wrist before it touches his bulge.

"Ah, ah. Not now ,later."

"We have time." You argue. Always so stubborn. Or spoiled by him, didn't make a difference.

"Let's just stay like this for a while, okay?" Leon asks, holding you tightly in his arms, your hands gripping his vest. You both don't say anything until you whisper.

"Do not dare to not come back to me-"

"I know."

"-I am serious, Leon!" 

"I know. I will come back to you, I promise."

A promise—a promise you both don't know when Leon might not be able to keep. But Leon promises it anyway because what lengths wouldn't he go for you? 

Less than a minute now. You sigh, ready to leave his lap. You notice he makes no motion to remove his gloves, and you can't help but cringe and feel powerful at the same time. You have a full view of what started all of this: the jeans, the blue shirt rolled up into his sleeves, and those darn gloves. Leon notices you staring and blushes, looking at you in that innocent way it drives you crazy.

"Don't start." You warn him. He raises his arms up, as if not doing anything. Bastard.

It is time for him to leave. You leave his lap, dressing Leon's old shirt from an unknown band from the '90s you were wearing before his arrival. You two kiss again, this time more tender, more gentle, sealing the promise.

Come back to me.

I will.

You let your man go, and Leon doesn't look back when the door closes. You bite your lips, and the sense of dread and despair when he is gone starts growing in your chest. You can't let sadness invade you like this, not like last time. A new idea pops into your head. But for that, you must call the other man in your and Leon's life. 

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine you and Cleo clothes shopping for Deuce

Walking along the length of the rack, your fingers brushed through the shirts as you tried to find one that caught your eye. When one seemed promising, you pulled it out slightly, trying to get a better look at the design. Most of the shirts ended up put back on the rack as you shook your head in disapproval once you saw the whole thing. With a sigh, you moved onto a new rack and started the cycle of rejection once more.

“Oh?” You mused aloud, pulling out a rich green Furberry cotton shirt. Giving it a once over, you took note of the small embroidered emblem at the center of the shirt. Approving at the design, you raised a hand to the sleeve and felt the fabric, admiring the soft texture underneath your fingertips. “It’s nice.” One approval down.

“Cleo! Deuce!” Taking the shirt and grabbing another two in the same style but a different color, you walked to the end of the row as you looked for your partners through the store.

Spotting a hand waving in the air, you smiled as you heard Deuce call out to you. “We’re over here, babe.”

Walking over to the waving hand, you spotted your boyfriend’s green snake-hawk first before the sound of Cleo’s golden bangles clinking together reached your ear. The two were in the pants section of the store, Cleo bent down slightly as she glanced over the pants while Deuce stood beside her, his arms full of clothes.

When you reached your partners, you held up the shirts you found for the two to see. “Cleo, look at these shirts I found.”

Straightening up, Cleo’s eyes move away from the pants and over to you. “Oh my Ra,” A smile breaks out on her face as she makes her way to you. She takes the green shirt from your hand to get a closer look, nodding as she approves of the front before turning over to look at the back. “This shirt is absolutely fangtastic! And I found the perfect pants to go with it!”

She motions for Deuce to come closer and looks through the pile of clothes in his grasps before pulling out the one she was looking for. “Put those clothes down for a bit, Deuce-y.” The gorgon does as he’s told, dropping the pile onto the table beside him. Giving the shirt and pants to Deuce, she says, “Hold them against yourself. We need to see how they look like on you.”

Standing beside Cleo, the two of you take a few steps back as Deuce holds up the shirt and pants to his body. ”It looks so creeperific together!” Cleo says, giving both of your boyfriend a once-over.

“If we rolled up the sleeves up to his elbow, it would look even better.”

Cleo’s eyes brighten at your suggestion, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Spooktacular taste!” Moving over to Deuce, she does the same to him before taking your hand and beginning to lead the way. “Come on, Deuce. We have to get you to the dressing room so you could try the clothes out. Maybe we can find some shoes to tie the outfit together,” She muses, tapping a finger to her chin.

[profesionalpartyguest]

~The Horrorcore Collection~

so pinterest decided to shove "y2k horror video game protagonist outfits" down my throat and i decided that it's time we had fashion like this for ts2! we have looks recreated/based on: Fatal frame II & III, Silent Hill II & III, X (2019) & Rule of Rose! full list & credits down below:

BIG FAT DOWNLOAD LINK HERE!

ok so items: Maxxine Overalls - on @vulrien-sims's 4t2 clumsyalienn overalls mesh. texture is original with a jean pattern on top, comes in version with both an undershirt and no undershirt. AF only Heather Mason Outfit - originally converted from silent hill 2 by @spacehatter, converted to tf & remapped by me aka a NEW MESH! 10 swatches, 5 with sleeves and stockings as outerwear & 5 without. Shychan & Mousychan outfit - originally from starfruit98, i cleaned up the texture, added stockings & shoes from xandher, painted out the bow + edited the undershirt on the mousy one. 8 recolors each, on a maxis mesh. Kind-chan outfit - New mesh! maxis nightie mesh with @deedee-sims's seperated trapping loafers. TF only, morphs. 4 swatches, base texture is from birba32. Gorror Outfit - comes as seperates, lacy shirt seperated from an ulker outfit, on a maxis mesh & a denim retexture of windkeeper's ruffle skirt. both are tf only. Tormented Femme Outfit - a retexture of vulrien's sims 4t2 Rusty slacks (5 swatches) & an edit of babyaisha Rei top (added a back so it's not backless, cleaned up + made 8 recolors). Maria Outfit - a retexture of @e-neillan's 4t2 conversion of belaloallure's dionne skirt + a seperated Iffka top on @platinumaspiration's frilled turtleneck mesh. both are AF only, 6 swatches for both. all meshes are included! enjoy :) additional texture credits to twinksimstress, lemonlion, @yandereplumsim & fanseelamb

[when-i-wake-if]

It has been 18 years since humanity was brought to the truth that monsters, creatures and deities they were all too sure were myths are in fact real well most of them anyway with these new realizations comes new mysteries, problems and hope but dawn (MC 1) never paid too much attention to it but after the death of their father they have been sent reeling the perfect life they had crumbling slowly forcing them into positions they never would have dreamed of. their life colliding and slowly meshing into the unknown creature's deeper darker world. Across the city in a dingy alley badly hurt dusk (MC 2) awakes to no memories other than their name and something they were told that stung like a dagger in their heart for some reason. As Dusk tries to make sense of what is happening they somehow fall into a rabbit hole of crime, mysteries and dark truths all because they are trying to find out who they are and how they ended up in that alley

~Customize your MCs looks, gender identity, clothing style and name

~ Choose your legal job! (Dawn starts the game with a certain job but that job doesn't stay long)

~ Make deals that will change the course of your life

~Customize your room and apartment aesthetic style

~As Dawn manage the relationship with your mother, your ex your, past relationship and current feelings about your dead dad. As Dusk unravels your past try to figure out what happened to you or set It all aside and attempt to make a new life for yourself

~Romance 4 different characters for both MCs and hey if you want to romance a god as one or both MCs!

Dawns ROs

Xeno || Xe/Xem || 21 || Human

"Hellooo how is my favourite co-worker! I brought you your favourite drink, I'm amazing! I know~"

Description ~ Short coily dark brown hair, lean build with a Bronze complexion, dark green eyes, Nubian nose, Xyr height is 5’11, Xe has a full tattoo sleeve on Xes right arm and a tattoo on the side of Xyr neck when outside of work Xeno tends to wear ripped black jeans, no sleeve neck length shirt, runners and a bunch of rings, necklaces and one stud earring.

Selena || She/Her || ?? || Ghost

"Please! Don't be scared i mean you no harm le-let me explain"

Description ~ Shoulder-length ginger hair that is curled at the tips, She has a chubby build and pale skin, greyish blue eyes, a button nose, height if she could stand on the floor would be 5’3, freckles kiss her face and shoulders, she forever dressed in a light blue tea length swing dress and stockings with a pair of black flats, adorned in pearl earrings and necklace, to most she appears slightly translucent

Brier || He/Him or She/Her || Gender selectable|| 228 || Vampire

"Oh, sweetheart are you okay? please don't cry how about a rose? will that give you back your pretty little smile"

Description ~ Chin length afro-textured dark brown hair, Slim build and ebony complexion, Dark red eyes, button nose, height 5’7, outside of work they typically wear wide cuff pants, cropped blouse with a sweetheart collar, 4-inch heels or black dress shoes, round glasses, realistic heart shaped earrings, ruby necklace, silver rings

Míng || They/He || 30 || Dragon

"Well maybe if you watched or read the news more you would know how shitty it is, for people who aren't human like you."

Description ~ bleached white shoulder-length hair, lean build light brown complexion, black sclera and piercing yellow iris, flat nose height being 5'7, scales litter their body colours mainly being yellow and orange with some red ones sprinkled in, typically wears graphic tees , with a worn-out black bomber jacket, cargo pants and platform boots

Both MCs

Is || she/her, he/him or they/them || Gender selectable || ??? || Minor God of death {and dreams}

"Is it truly a lie or is it just not the truth you want to hear. darling, you have so much to learn"

Description~ Long straight black hair that reaches past their ass typically in some kind of intricate hairstyle with silver jewellery woven in, curvy build with a tanned complexion, pale white eyes, roman nose, height 8,5 when not forced to dress modestly they are always wearing a short dress with a marabou robe or a satin robe and six-inch heels, adorned in many silver bracelets, necklaces, rings and flower earrings and they have belly button piercing

Dusks ROs

Sire || He/Him || 26 || Kelpie

"you should watch where you going around here kid someone will end up killing you if you are not careful"

Description ~ Shoulder length wavy dark green hair so dark it almost appears black Sire's hair always seems to look wet/damp, he has a dad bod and Ivory complexion, black eyes, Greek nose, His height is on the slightly shorter side standing at 5’4, usually wearing black leather pants, dress shoes and a button up shirt that never fully buttoned up

Loralie || They/Them || 24 || Siren

"you are so adorable I could eat you up~ how about I buy you a drink gorgeous"

Description ~ Mid back length black goddess braids, Athletic Swimmer build and Dark brown complexion with dark blueish grey scales scattered about, piercing grey eyes, Flat nose, height 6’2, a large scar down the middle of their chest, gills most noticeable upon their neck, outside of work they typically wear cargo pants, muscle shirt, converse shoes, a gold locket, dangle earrings, spectrum piercing

Joshua || He/They || 20 || Werewolf

"Plan?? I never said I had a plan did I? ...oh well I didn't but don't worry I can get us out of this"

Description ~ Short messy dirty blonde hair, muscular build and tan complexion, amber eyes, Greek nose though it has obviously been broken in the past, scar along the right of their jaw, freckles speckled over his face, height 6’0, typically wears work boots, jeans and a muscle shirt with a flannel jacket

Z || She/He/They || ?? || Undead

"pay me back? how about you let me eat you and I'll take that as your repayment I'm quite hungry and you're starting to irritate me"

Description ~ Messy straight chin length black hair with strands of grey hairs throughout, skinny build and pale olive and appears slightly greeny yellowish, black eyes, hawk nose, the height of 5'6 the left corner of her mouth is carved away revealing most of their teeth and flesh and their left hands pinky and ring finger are just bone the surrounding area seems to have a hideous burn scar though he typically covers it up by wearing white gloves, black turtle neck, beige torn pants and two different pairs of dirty runners

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How do you climb up from rock bottom what are you willing to do. to sacrifice. to find out the truth what will you do when you get those truths what if they aren't what you expected or wanted will you help others or push the world aside? how far is too far to achieve your goals

Demo: TBA || My other IF || Charater Portaits: coming soon

[kteezy997]

Daddy's Boy-Part Eight

warnings: smut, brief handjob, unprotected sex, needy sex, dirty talk, cursing, reader getting overheated during sex, tit sucking

You were placed down onto the plush cushion of the expensive couch; Timmy was on top of you. His lips brushed over yours, needy and fiery. You wanted to be sure that this was real, and not another dream. You touched him all over, feeling his back, his shoulders, his arms, and weaving your fingers into his hair. You knew the texture of his curls well.

Softly, he would push his hips against you, between your legs where he nestled himself. He kneaded your hips and the outside of your thighs. He moaned into the crook of your neck. He kissed your collarbone and left little pecks across your chest. You uttered out a soft moan. You felt him smile against your skin.

"I'm sorry to just drop by like this..." you said with Timmy sucking on your neck, "I just wanted to be with you. I need you. I don't care about anything else right now."

"No," he answered, "don't be sorry. I'm so fucking happy you're here." He took ahold of your jaw, kissing you with a hunger you had never known before. "I need you too." he said in a breathy whisper.

You felt him rubbing himself against you. It was like he was fucking you already. He moved his hips desperately, as if you weren't burdened by clothing.

"We need these off." he declared, unbuttoning your pants, hurriedly.

You took it upon yourself to help him take his jacket off in between him pulling your pants off each of your legs. You tossed his jacket aside, then made quick work of unbuttoning his shirt. You put your hands on his bare abdomen, and Timmy freed himself from the shirt sleeves.

His skin was as soft as it ever was, but he was a little thicker now, and more muscular. It had been over three years since you'd been intimate with him, and he was bound to change as he got older. He'd also filmed Dune: Part Two, which required a lot of strength and athleticism on his part. He looked incredible. Looking at his body made your mouth water.

You heard his shirt hit the floor, and his lips were on you again. He ran his hands down your body, skimming over your legs. He parted your thighs, and you shuddered as you heard his fly open. He shifted a tiny bit, to push his pants down further. You looked down and saw him. His cock was hard, and you so badly wanted it inside of you.

You caught his cock in your grasp, Timmy moaned softly. He looked into your eyes; his curls tried hiding his own. You pumped his length for a few seconds, making him say, "Yeah just like that, baby." under his breath. You removed your hand only to moisten it with your tongue. You grabbed his cock again, but this time giving it a gentle tug, enough to pull Timmy on top of you.

He chuckled, "Damn, you're as desperate as I am." He leaned down to kiss you again, letting his cock rest between your folds. In a devilish attempt to tease you, he rocked his hips, making his tip glide of your clit. He moaned in your mouth as your body tensed against him. He knew what he was doing.

You took a hold of his hair, pulling and making him groan in pain, but pleasure took over as his cock entered you. You moaned together in unison. He slid in slowly, sinking all the way to his balls, deep inside you. You loved feeling so full. You imprisoned him, tucking your legs around his waist.

Timmy hissed between his teeth as he felt your walls clenching him. Sinful wet sounds filled the air. You put your arms around his neck. The two of made out, moaning like animals in heat.

His thighs slapped against you, and he held your arms down to fuck you hard. The pleasure was overwhelming, you were hot and couldn’t catch your breath.

“Timmy, stop, please stop for second.”

He stilled himself, looking in your eyes, “Do you need me to pull out? Are you okay?” he petted your hair.

“No, no. Keep it in. Feels good. I just need a minute to breathe.”

“Okay.” he whispered, keeping still, not getting too close so you could get air. He gently pushed your hair out of your face, brushing it away.

You inhaled, filling your lungs with air and regaining your breath. “Okay. I’m okay.”

“You’re sure?” Timmy asked, his eyebrows raised.

“Yes, I’m sure.” You grabbed his face, kissing him hard.

……..

His noises were intoxicating to you. You nearly came by just watching him hold you down and buck into you. His chest and ab muscles flexing as his cock pumped in and out. He looked down between you, moaning, “Ughh-ha.”

You felt his cock leave your pussy, you moaned in anticipation of its return.

He watched his cock plop onto your folds, like he was amazed, "Fuck, you're so wet, you turn me on so much."

You pulled him by the waist, forcing his cock back in you.

Timmy was in sync with you, moving his hips as soon as he was in your pussy again. He bit his lip, "I've been thinking about you a lot." he whispered, hovering just above your face.

You caressed his face with your hand. You were ready to admit everything, “Me too. I had a dream about you the night you stayed over."

His eyes widened, "Really? You should have told me." He paused, now it was him caressing your cheek, "I would have made it come true." he shook his head, softly thrusting his cock in and out, "Fuck, I should have just gone to your room."

You placed your hands on his ass, "Yes." then you pushed him deeper inside your pussy, grunting, you added, "Maybe you should have."

He made an animalistic noise, his entire face scrunched up intensely. He understood what you needed in that moment, and he thrusted faster and harder, holding you tighter.

"Oh my- Yes! Yes! Timmy...fuck." you cried, running our hands through his hair, feeling the dampness on his scalp as he had been coated in sweat.

"Fuck." he breathed out, not stopping, but he pulled your shirt up over your breasts. You weren't wearing a bra, as you were just relaxing at home before this. You felt the cool air on your breasts, your nipples got hard instantly. He leaned down, taking a tit in his mouth as if you had milk in there and he was dying of thirst.

"Ahhh." you moaned. You muttered his name over and over.

Timmy held your breasts in his hands, sucking each one, licking around the bud, flicking his tongue over your nipples, making you writhe with pleasure, and buck your own hips against him.

You took the Lord's name in vain once more, and added, "I'm gonna come." you were panting like a whore.

Timmy moved back kneeling and sitting back on his knees, know he could still see your face, but also watch his cock wreck your pussy. He was hot, sweaty, he winced, "I think about this every night. I've fucking missed this. Come for me, love."

With a loud moan, you whined, "I wanna come on your cock, Timmy!” and your body convulsed, you felt your cum spirting out on his cock, probably getting everywhere, but you were too in a daze to notice.

Timmy let out a deep, guttural moan, pulled his cock out, dripping in your arousal and cum mixed together. With just a couple of pumps of his hand, ropes of his sperm were sprayed onto your stomach, creating several puddles. He leaned against the back of the couch draining his cock of every drop, slowly jerking it.

You both stayed in place, catching your breaths.

Timmy got on top of you, obviously not caring about the cum he was smearing between your bodies. "I'll make love to you in bed properly the next time, I promise." He almost sounded sorry about the hasty fuck on the couch. He gave you a chaste kiss and intertwined his fingers into yours.

"Hmm." you cooed, smiling at him. "That's fine. Or maybe I'll just break the couch while I'm riding you."

He shook his head, hardly believing the words coming out of your mouth, but he was loving it. "Fuck, yes please." he replied, pulling you into a more passionate kiss.

……

He made good on his promise, and you made love in his cozy, King-sized bed; naked and totally vulnerable to one another under his luxurious bedsheets. Slow movements, with sweet kisses and soft whispers into your ear. “I’m so happy to be with you.” he’d say, or “My baby momma is so beautiful.” along with, “Your pussy feels like heaven, just like I remember."

You didn't know you could feel this happy. Not since being apart from him. Timmy made everything so much brighter and warmer, just like his son did. You felt so loved and desired, which was a feeling you didn't know if you'd ever get to indulge in again.

You slept so soundly, not waking during the night at all. You were all wrapped up in his arms, you felt safe and comfy as you fell asleep to the sound of him breathing.

The morning after when you woke up, fresh dark roasted coffee was the first thing that came to your senses. You saw the sun shining and the birds chirping outside Timmy's bedroom window, and you felt so peaceful as you woke. He brought a mug with steam coming out of the top and sat it on the bedside table next to your head. It smelled absolutely divine.

Divine was also the way you would describe him at that moment. Shirtless with gray sweats on his bottom half that left nothing to the imagination, and his hair was still messy from last night. You made a mental note to comb your fingers through his curls to refresh them and make them look a little better. But then again, Timmy always looked great, even disheveled.

You made no attempt to hide the smirk on your face as you checked him out, sitting up and grabbing your coffee from the nightstand.

"Don't look at me like that." he said. He was leaning slightly with his hand on the top of the table.

"I'm not looking at you in any special way. That's how I always look when someone brings me coffee." you teased, grinning at him before bringing the warm mug up to your lips, careful not to burn yourself as you took a sip.

"If I catch you looking at a barista that way, you're in trouble." Timmy replied, standing straight then bending to kiss you on the forehead. "I laid out some pajamas for you to put on, so get to it, and bring your coffee. I wanna show you something."

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[20dollarlolita]

The differences between EGL and Loliable (with fewer cats).

For the version with fewer facts and more cat, please click here.

One of the biggest problems with doing handmade or offbrand lolita fashion is that it's very difficult to understand exactly how detailed a piece needs to be to pass as a lolita fashion piece. As we'll get into here, you generally need to have a detailed piece, and then put details on the details, and then maybe add a couple more details onto those details.

Not every single piece of a coordinate needs to be 1000% standalone lolita. There's lots of offbrand pieces that you can use in a coordinate, which we generally call "loliable". The really important component to remember is that, if every piece of your look is loliable and not lolita, at the end of the day, you're not wearing lolita fashion.

And, if your goal is to wear lolita fashion, building a look that isn't lolita is not accomplishing what you want.

When I was thrifting a while ago, I found this blouse, which has nearly the same construction as one of my lolita blouses. This felt like a really good chance to show the difference. Both of these blouses could be worn in a lolita coordinate, but only one can stand alone as lolita fashion.

So both of these are blouses with short, puffed sleeves with button cuffs. They're both fitted at the waist. They both have a front bib detail with a ruffle around the edge. They both close in the center front with buttons.

The Innocent World blouse (the lolita blouse) has a peter pan collar, and the offbrand blouse has a stand collar with a ruffle. That's their major construction difference. The other difference is that one has a cat on it.

Let's start our comparison with the cuffs. The Innocent World blouse is gathered into the cuff. The cuff has a lace applied flat onto the cuff. It also has a ruffled tulle hanging off the edge, making a frill. The offbrand blouse has a plain cuff.

We're going to compare the bib detailing by tucking the blouse into a high-waisted skirt. This lets us focus on this detail instead of getting distracted by fit.

We're going to start with the ruffle around the edge of the bib. This is really the only main detail that the offbrand blouse has. It's a cute little ruffle, and it draws attention to the bib. The ruffle is the same fabric as the blouse. It's totally fine.

The IW blouse uses a gathered lace as the ruffle around the edge of the bib. This is more detailed both because there's a pattern in the lace, but the lace itself is a different fabric from what the blouse is made of. Incorporating coordinating textures that are not identical is incorporating additional levels of detail.

The IW bib also has three lines of ruffles on each side of the bib itself. Two of those are the same lace that was used on the bib, and one is a small ruffle of the same fabric the blouse is made of. Again, incorporating different textures into an area increases the amount of details. It also allows you to put more detail into a piece without it seeming crowded.

Finally, the IW blouse has some large, elegant buttons that have a lovely texture on them. They're not just functional; they're also nice to look at. The offbrand blouse has those standard faux-pearl white shirt buttons that you get in every mending kit every stocked in a hotel room. They are about as generic as buttons can get.

If we're going to add another note, it's that the Innocent World blouse has details on the bottom edge. There's a button at the bottom to keep the blouse closed, and it has a little ruffle. Not pictured, but there is a tie on the back of this blouse, so that fit can be adjusted a little bit. That tie also adds a nice detail to the back of the blouse.

Let's talk about fit for a second. Full disclosure, the offbrand blouse does not fit me very well, and that's not doing it any favors in this regard. The IW blouse is also a tighter fit for me, but the button spacing and the interfacing on the front placket really help with the fit. The offbrand blouse doesn't have any buttons past a certain point, so the bottom flares open in a inverted V.

In addition to the button spacing, the Innocent World blouse is fitted with front and back princess seams, and then also with a dart on each side. It's specifically cut so that the bottom of the blouse can cover the waistband of a lolita skirt, and then flare a little for the skirt. While you can find nice princess seams and darts on offbrand blouses, it's really only on lolita blouses that you'll see them cut to fit a lolita skirt.

The offbrand blouse is fitted with dart tucks. A dart tuck is like a normal dart, but the ends are left open. This is intended to provide fit at the waist, but then leave the rest of the piece open. The downside of dart tucks is that, if the piece isn't loose and open and billowy, they will never sit flat. There will always be that pleat area in there. It will just be stretched flat, the way it is on the picture of me up there.

This is not to say that pieces with dart tucks can't be used for lolita fashion, but it's a really good example of how something that loliable can be different from something that's lolita. As you can see in the top pictures, with a high waist skirt covering the dart tucks, the blouse works pretty okay. However, when it's in the open, it starts to look really disheveled. You can't wear this blouse at the tightness that you usually wear a lolita blouse and still have it look lolita. Clothing that fits well enough to look professional and extravagant is a bit part of the lolita concept, and you don't want a garment that looks messy.

So, in conclusion, 1) you can probably put more details on that garment, and as long as it doesn't look messy, it probably makes it look more lolita, 2) you can probably put more details on those details, and as long as it look not messy, you're probably fine, 3) blouses are only like $35 on Amazon and if you're making your own garments, adding a truly lolita blouse can really elevate the look and help you from having your coord overcome with loliable pieces and trending away from actual lolita and 4) if the blouse doesn't fit you and isn't really lolita then there's no crime in giving it to the cat.

[mayakern]

Why....why are the sweaters 3/4 sleeve??? Personally I would totally get a black sweater (or white tbh) but I can't vibe with a 3/4 sleeve (for a few reasons, mostly various sensory/attention problems) so i was wondering why that choice was made and whether there's any chance of a full length sleeve being made in addition or instead? But also I'm curious as to exactly what kind of fabric it is? Is it an anti-pill material? (Pilling is one of my fabric enemies)

so first off, this as is about the lace collar sweaters that will be hitting the store later this year. you can watch the full video here, but i’m including screenshots as well for those of y’all who don’t want to watch the video.

2nd, i get that everyone has personal preferences, but this was unnecessarily rude. you’re not going to like every decision we make, and that’s OK, but if you’re old enough to use a credit card to buy things online, you’re old enough to realize that product decisions you dislike were not made to personally gall you.

there were a few reasons we chose to do 3/4 sleeves, but the primary reason was that 3/4 sleeves work better for a variety of arm lengths. a 3/4 sleeve will look good whether someone’s arm is shorter or longer than average, whereas a full length sleeve can easily be too long or too short for the person wearing it. we also didn’t want to do short sleeves because at the time the only other shirt we had in production was the wrap top, which has short/cap sleeves.

we do have some full long sleeve shirts/sweaters in planning/in production that we have not shown off yet, but currently we do not have plans to make a long sleeve version of this particular sweater because we have no idea what sales will look like. if these sweaters sell well and there’s considerable customer demand, we’ll consider doing long sleeves. if these sweaters sell poorly they will not be returning to the store, period. we are a small business with limited funds and we cannot throw infinite money at the wall.

last, the fabric composition is 62% polyester, 33% viscose, 5% elastane. we tested a lot of fabrics for this sweater, and this was the only one that felt right. its appropriate thickness (not super thin, but not super thick, so that it can easily be layered under warmer garments or worn solo without causing you to overheat), the cute ribbing, and the texture/feeling (which don’t aggravate my textural sensitivities as an autistic person with very sensitive skin) were all just right.

we’ve also done a number of wash tests and did not encounter any issues with pilling. in general, if you take good care of our garments, that is not going to be an issue from our current manufacturer, who have demonstrated time and again that they prioritize quality labor and material that is made to last. the reason shein products fall apart isn’t because they’re made of polyester: it’s because the sewing is rushed and the fabric fibers are low quality and often have a looser knit or weave, which makes them more prone to damage/falling apart on a structural level.

as for pilling specifically, pilling is actually the fabric breaking. looser weaves/knits are more prone to breakage because they are more open and cheap fabrics are often made of looser weaves, which results in more pilling. but even a high quality material can pill under the right (or wrong) circumstances. when fiber is wet, similar to hair, it is more vulnerable to breakage, and washing machines with agitators (the big thing in the middle of some washers) are really really good at breaking your fibers, thus resulting in more pilling.

anyway tldr the sweaters shouldn’t have any pilling issues if you treat them right and full length sleeves are not likely to happen but are not totally impossible.

[ickadori]

cws for angst/comfort, gn reader, insecurity on maki’s part due to her burns. just a lil drabble dabble for my gf bc i love her. unedited.

you’re so patient when it comes to navigating maki’s newfound insecurities after shibuya.

she’s had her looks permanently altered against her will, and while she’s never been one to be hung up on appearances, she can’t deny that her mind doesn’t wander to her own looks when someone’s gaze lands on her.

the women in the zenin clan had been told that their most important asset was their looks—not their intelligence, their strength, their perseverance, their ironclad will, but whether or not a man could look them in the face and stomach the sight.

maki had cast aside those teachings, fully putting all her effort into being the strongest in order to one day sit at the top of her clan on a throne full of bones, but some days, those days where it’s painful to pull herself out of bed, she thinks about her scarred skin, the strange texture that makes her let out a shaky breath whenever she touches it, that makes her stomach twist and turn when your gaze lingers on her face as doubts and whispers of insecurity spin around in her mind.

she hadn’t been vain, but she had known she was attractive, had even been proud of it, especially when she caught you staring at her, your fingers twiddling together as you cast her shy glances. she had been happy that her looks alone had been enough to catch your interest, everything was else she had allowing her to keep it, safe and cradled in her palms.

but now…as she stands in front of the mirror and rakes her eyes up and down a heavily scarred person, she wonders what she has left to offer you. the days where you two laid in bed together, your fingers dancing across her skin as you pressed soft kisses to her lips, eyes drinking her in, are long gone. she can’t stand to have you look at her for long, and she can’t remember the last time where she had properly looked you in the eye.

she was never an overly sweet person, her words sometimes coming off more harsh and uncaring than she meant it to, but she’s worse now. her patience is low, and she’s quick to anger, and she finds herself snapping at you before she can stop herself—she doesn’t mean to, of course, she’s not mad at you. she doesn’t know why she does it, just like she doesn’t know why she didn’t die that night. it just is, and she hates it.

you’re patient with her, kind, loving, always there with a warm smile that she can never genuinely return and a crushing hug that makes her cringe because you’re touching me, can’t you feel that? my scars, my pain, my shame? doesn’t it disgust you?

she doesn’t deserve you.

“maki?”

maki blinks, her eyes focusing as she comes out of her self-pitying thoughts, and her shoulders tense when she sees your reflection in the mirror. you’re rubbing at your eyes, the baggy t-shirt you wear slipping off one rounded shoulder, and she softly chuffs when she glances down to see one of your socks missing.

“did i wake you up?”

“nah, i had a bad dream.” you yawn as you pad into the bathroom, and she goes to make her exit, only for your arms to slide around her waist from behind and keep her in place. “what’re you doing up so late? can’t sleep again?” your lips press a kiss in between her shoulder blades (she only knows because she hears it, the feeling in the skin of her back long since vanished), and she swallows, a phantom pain flaring up as her hands flex. her burns had been the most severe on her back, and she had seen the aftermath only once before refusing to ever look again. she usually kept herself covered with long sleeved shirts that stretched up to her chin, but it had been warm tonight, so she had opted for a sports bra that put her uncomfortably on display.

“yeah.” she confirms, and you hum, warm breath ghosting along her skin.

“we could go for a walk? clear your head some?” you maneuver so you’re now stood between her and the counter, and maki keeps her gaze on the top of your head. “orrr,” you drag out, and she doesn’t have to look to know you’ve got that teasing smile on your face, coupled with that glint in your eye. “we could do something else to clear your mind.”

“pervert.”

you dramatically gasp. “i was going to suggest you help me finish putting together that puzzle from last week, actually! get your mind out of the gutter, maki, god.”

she can’t help the smile that tugs at her lips, and you let out a giddy giggle, body pressing into hers as you sigh. a silence settles over the both of you, and when a restlessness settles in the pit of her stomach, she finally lets her arms move to wrap around your shoulders.

you’re the first to break the silence with a call of her name.

“yeah?”

“am i doing something wrong?”

“what do you mean?”

“i mean,” you squirm in her embrace. “am i not… am i not helping you?” your clarification confuses her even further, and you must see it in her face by the way you huff. “i just..i don’t know how to make you better. how to make you happy again.” your voice cracks, and she thinks she’s gained another scar, this one internal. “you don’t talk to me—”

“—i talk to you—”

“—yeah, about other stuff, but not about you. i want to talk about you, maki. i want to know what you’re thinking when you get that look on your face.”

“what look?”

your hand reaches up to cradle her face, and she can’t stop the grimace that she gives. “that look. the one you give me every time that i touch you. like…like you hate me or something and can’t stand me to even get near you.”

“hate you?” she looks at you, really looks at you, for the first time in months. “how could i hate you?” you frantically blink as you try to dispel your tears, and maki gnaws on her bottom lip, a habit she’s picked up over the last few months.

“i don’t know. it just feels like it.”

“i don’t hate you. i could never hate you. that look—” she cuts herself off, teeth digging into her lip and a look of suffering settling over her features as she breathes through her nose. “—that look has nothing to do with you. it’s my own issue.” she’s curling back in on herself, lips thinning out and eyes losing their expressiveness.

your hands fly to her cheeks, your grip firm as you stare at her. “i can’t begin to even try to understand the affect that that day had on you, but i’m here. i’m listening. i’m waiting. i’m always here with you, maki. i love you, always, even more than i did before, something i didn’t even think was possible.”

there’s a heaviness in her heart, and when your thumbs caress puckered skin, she closes her eyes and tries to believe your words. you’ve never lied to me before, but would you do it now to make me feel better? i don’t think so. are you telling the truth? do you still want me?

“you don’t know how happy i am that you made it back to me in one piece. that’s all that matters to me - that you’re right here with me.”

she clutches onto you, hands gripping onto whatever they can as she struggles to ground herself, and you hold her, voice soft and touch gentle, ever patient.

[buckys-little-belle]

What if reader was autistic and had issues with fabrics and feels so buckys arm was actually a way for them to calm down

A Cold Calm Down

Bucky Barnes x Little!Reader (They/Them pronouns used)

Notes - As someone who has struggled with sensory issues, especially clothing related, this fic and request hold a really special little spot in my heart <3

Warning - Vague mentions of fabric textures, Bucky being self conscious of his Metal arm

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"What about that one Bub?" Bucky asked as he pointed towards a blue t-shirt.

Y/n's hand slid down the sleeve quickly before pulling back to grab Buck's. "I's not right." They frowned, their chest feeling heavy as they remembered the last two shirts.

Bucky felt a few more before landing on a long sleeve. "Maybe this one?" He took a step back to let Y/nm explore on their own.

"I can't, Daddy, they all wrong!" Y/n sounded completely defeated as they ran back to Bucky. "They's so wrong." They cried, fumbling with Bucky's left glove before stuffing it in their pocket.

Bucky stood still, unsure about how he felt with his metal arm being uncovered. But with one look down, Y/n's hand in his, their breathing suddenly more stable, he felt okay. "Do you want to try another store? Or wait a few minutes?" Bucky asked as Y/n's second hand found it's way under his jacket and onto more metal, their body slowly melting against his.

"I feel really ... really full." Y/n mumbled against Bucky's shoulder, their fingers tracing the little groves of his arm.

Bucky smiled slightly, enjoying his Bub's take on 'overwhelmed'. "Okay, then let's take some deep breaths." He turned his body so Y/n was leaned against his chest instead of his shoulder, their hands still gripping his own.

"Follow you." They whispered.

"Yes, follow me." He repeated, his chest rising slowly, air filling his lungs then holding and then releasing. The two of them standing face to face as they took a moment.

Y/n raised their head, Bucky's metal arm warm where their fingers had been, and his eyes on them. "Feels better." They smiled at him.

"Good." He leaned down to kiss the top of their head before continuing. "Would you like to try again? Or go and get a donut?" Y/n couldn't hide their thought as they smirked then frowned. "You did a good job Bub." He insisted. "We can always come back another day, okay?" He didn't want to push them to do something he knew they struggled with. In fact he was very proud at how well they did, not only in a new store, touching new fabrics, he was also proud that they knew when they needed a break, something Y/n and him had been working on.

"Donuts 'hen." They smiled, their second hand leaving Bucky's arm, but their first still holding onto his hand firmly. "Please."

"Okay, donuts it is." Bucky chuckled as he watched Y/n lean their weight onto their heels, a sign they were ready to move. "Anything for you Bub." He whispered.

[andyoullhearitagain]

Every Quarkfit Ranked From Worst to Best Part 4

Part 1

5. Space Zebra Print:

Some more top tier pattern mixing. Neither of these are zebra print and yet to me they both read that way? Odd. I LOVE the colors on this one. My only major problem with this one is I oddly want MORE trim? I just wish there was some more detailing down the center front of the vest piece, and maybe something on the sleeves? We hardly ever see it full length from the back (bc like why would we?), but I LOVE the shape of the tails.

4. Red and Blue:

I like the yoke/stripe through the sleeves and the chest a lot, and I like that their contrast is the wrong side of the fabric. Love the little highlights of green and yellow in the bias trim. Love that the sleeves are super short to reveal the sleeve cuffs. The light colored shirt is very nice because it creates nice contrast right next to his face (this is why traditionally your shirt is the lightest part of your suit). It also looks great with the Klingon marriage fur robe thing.

My only real problem with this outfit is that I think cutaway coats in general are a little unflattering tbh. This is the costume that he wears the most without the jacket and he looks like such a little businessman 😭.

3. Mondrian:

Quark is really demonstrating some high-level pattern mixing here but he's following the rules - different scales and similar but not identical color pallets. I love love love the texture of the shirt.

In fact I think this is my favorite of his shirts, and I like that it bears pretty much no resemblance to a modern dress shirt. I love the little double trim on the collar and it's echo on the sleeve.

And I love the weird little Space Fashion shape of the front hemline.

2. Red Striped Tails:

Love the color palette on this one, I'm a suckered for red and pink and purple together. Love the little bias panels down the front.

And look at the pattern matching at the back of the collar!

I also love that the tails go all the way down to his ankles!

Cons: Once again it's a little too Earth for Quark. He looks like a regular Terran ringmaster. He also looks like the Mayor of Munchkinland, but I'm pretty sure the Mayor of Munchkinland is on Quark's fashion inspo mood board so that's fine.

1. Aztec Cherry:

Aztec Cherry my beloved ♥️. I love her. Love the fabric. Love the shape of the lapels. Love the lovely soft roll line. Love the trim on the seamlines.

My only quibble is that it's a little close to his skintone, but they balance it out by putting the blue right next to his face. I love how there's like eight fabrics in this costume but they all balance so nicely.

[anonymouspuzzler]

silly little doodle page i've been chipping away at the past few months! what if Habits in an Outfits...

Original reference links for: Emoticon T-Shirt | Sheer Daisy Shirt | Fluffy Coat | Lily Sweater | Foopball Sweatshirt | Coat & Beret Outfit | Hairy Jewish Guy Hooters

[Full image description under cut!]

Image ID: A full page, black-and-white, digital ink drawing of Boris Habit from the game Smile For Me, wearing various outfits. There is an off-white paper texture in the background. Going roughly clockwise from the top left corner, the drawings are as follows:

A full-body drawing with an outfit consisting of a knee-length dress with a pointed collar and pleated skirt, a loose striped tie, a long open coat with a pointed collar and trim along the collar and inner edges, knee-length socks, Mary Jane style shoes, and a beret with a pom-pom. Habit's hair is tied up in a loose bun, with his bangs loose. He is smiling and looking off to the side, posing with one arm to the side and the other holding up a lily, one leg crossed over the other as if mid-twirl.

A half-body drawing (from roughly hips up) with an outfit consisting of dark pants, a turtleneck sweater with a large lily flower and stem embroidered on the front, and a kitted hat with a large pom-pom. Habit's hair is loose under the hat and he is standing with his hands in his pockets, looking off to the side with a casual expression.

A half-body drawing (from roughly hips up) with an outfit consisting of dark pants and a sheer, long-sleeved blouse with a frilly collar and cuffs, and embroidered daisies patterned all over. Habit's hair is down and has a flower tucked behind one ear. He stands with his hands braced in front of him as if leaning against a counter or table, and he is looking off to the side and winking with a goofy grin.

A half-body drawing (from roughly stomach up) with an outfit consisting of a low-cut shirt, a dark collared blazer, and a long simple scarf. Habit's hair is also braided, with the bangs loose. A bit of chest hair is visible over the collar of the shirt. There is wind blowing in his face, sending the braid and scarf blowing back behind him. He is braced against the wind with his eyes closed and a big goofy grin with his tongue sticking out.

Two three-quarters-body drawings (from roughly knees up) showing the same outfit from the front and back. The front view shows Habit leaning back as if sitting on a surface, with a wink and goofy grin with his tongue sticking out. He is wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a large, sideways winking emoticon printed on the front. His hair is down. The back view shows him standing with left arm to his side, pulling his hair over his right shoulder, revealing the same shirt with a sideways surprised emoticon printed on the back.

A half-body drawing (from roughly hips up) with an outfit consisting of a blouse with elbow-length sleeves and a Peter Pan-style collar with scalloped trim, a loose, sleeveless flower-pattern top over it, round sunglasses, and a large floppy sunhat with flowers lining the brim. Habit's hair is loose under the hat, and his mouth is open as if in the middle of talking. He has one hand roughly at his hip, and the other is holding up a glass with an icy drink and a little paper umbrella decoration.

A three-quarters-body drawing (from roughly knees up) with an outfit consisting of a sleeveless collared blouse, jeans, a belt with a square buckle, and a small ascot tied around Habit's neck. His hair is tied in a ponytail while his bangs are loose. His hands are held behind his back and he looks off to the side with his mouth slightly open, as if in the middle of talking.

A half-body drawing (from roughly stomach up) with an outfit consisting of a frilly, off-the-shoulder, flower-patterned blouse that is tied into a bow on the back. Habit is slouched forward over a table or counter with his head peeking out over his folded, hairy arms, with his loose hair spilling forward. He is looking up curiously, sticking his tongue out.

A three-quarters-body drawing (from roughly knees up) with an outfit consisting of jeans and a printed sweatshirt with a graphic of a football, reading above the graphic "FOOPBALL", and below, "AMERICA'S SPORNT". Habit's hair is tied back in a ponytail with his bangs loose. He is giving double thumbs-up and has a silly expression with dot eyes and a big, open-mouthed smile.

A half-body drawing (from roughly stomach up) with an outfit consisting of a dark, baggy top slipping off Habit's shoulder, as seen from behind. Habit's hair is tied up in a big, sloppy bun with the bangs loose, and he has very light, patchy stubble on his face. He is looking off to the side with a sleepy expression, as if he's just woken up.

A full-body drawing with an outfit consisting of a long, open coat with thick frilly trim along all the edges, a low-cut top tucked into flower-patterned bell-bottom pants, and chunky platform boots. Habit's hair is tied up in a messy bun with the bangs loose, and he is wearing round sunglasses. A bit of chest hair is visible over the edge of the low-cut top. His legs are crossed and one arm is swinging behind him as if he's in the middle of dancing, and he is smiling wide with a little cat-mouth grin.

A small drawing of the puppet Habit. He is seen from behind with his hair tied in a ponytail, looking up and smiling wide.

A three-quarters-body drawing (from roughly thighs up) with an outfit consisting of very short, roughly cropped jorts and a similarly roughly-cropped tank top reading "HAIRY JEWISH GUY HOOTERS", with the last word being the Hooters restaurant logo. Habit's hair is down and quite a bit of body hair is visible on his arms, tummy, and chest. He is posing with one hand on his hip and the other in a V-sign, leaning forwards, with a silly expression with dot eyes and a big, open-mouthed smile.

A full-body drawing (from roughly ankles up) with an outfit consisting of denim overalls with cuffed legs, and a ringer-neck t-shirt with cuffed sleeves. Habit's hair is tied back in a ponytail and he looks off to the side with a neutral expression, standing with one hand at his side and the other at his hip.

A full-body drawing (from roughly ankles up) with an outfit consisting of roughly-cropped jorts and a spaghetti-strap tank top. Habit's hair is tied up in a ponytail, and he is also wearing simple round stud earrings. He is seen from behind mid-walk, one hand on his hip, leaning his head back to look over his shoulder with a big smile.

A small drawing of the puppet Habit. He is sitting on the ground with his hands splayed at his sides, wearing round sunglasses with frames that makes them resemble flowers.

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