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Hehe 😏 I am glad you like the picture! I saw this and was immediately like: May needs to see this she is going to love this!
He looks like the biggest tease in that pic in some way. And I don't know what it is about this weird mustache but it does things!
And you were very right because I AM in love with this!!!!! I think it’s the sideview of the V that does it for me? And the way his legs are posed??? Like just yes big boxer!paz vibes and based on this ask I’m just thinking like it’s the first time you’ve seen each other since the very spontaneous quickie in an office closet and you visit him at the gym and he’s calmed down a little but you can still sense the anger bubbling inside him and hey ho five minutes later you end up kneeling in the changing room, his large hands gentle on your head as he guides you up and down his c*ck 🫠 I’m so sorry that I’m not actually sorry for subjecting you to all of this lol
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5 Time World Boxing Champion, Vinny Paz who came back from an injury , nobody thought he can come back from, it must be the greatest sports comeback of all time, see it right here in our World Liberty TV Boxing Channel @ https://www.worldlibertytv.org/interview-with-vinny-paz-five-time-world-boxing-champion-2022/
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Mabel's Marvelous Sexventures! CYOA Part 2
The following story is pornographic in nature. All characters depicted are over 18. This story is for adults only.
19, Mabel was 19. An adult who does an adult thing. Like mix too much rum into her Mabel Juice. Even being in college, Mabel and Dipper made a promise to make their way to Gravity Falls each summer. They even still shared that old attic in the Mystery Shack. Of course sharing a room as adults did have awkward moments.
As Dipper laid in his own bed across the room, his penis stood fully erect. And what a penis!! After spending two years in college, Mabel had seen quite a bit of erect penises, but none were as big as her bro’s. And with how his sheets were spread out, Dipper was fully exposed to his sister. Not that Mabel herself was no slouch herself. Her boobs were roughly the size of her own head. Mabel knew she had to handle this delicately.
"Dipper wake up, I can see your ding dong!"
He shot up. "Wha?" He looked down at his crotch. "Aaah." He shoved himself back into his boxers while he blushed.
"I'll let you take the first shower since you need more."
Dipper left the room grumbling. Mabel wondered if she might have had to do with Dipper’s boner. Her sleepwear consisted of an old tee shirt that doesn't fit anymore, showing off her boobies. And an old pair of panties. She wasn't exactly leaving much to the imagination here. But could her own brother want to fuck her?
He came back soon, towel around his waist, showing off his hot body. Years of monster hunting did wonders for his physique.
Mabel went to the bathroom and quickly stripped. Dipper left her plenty of hot water. She lathered soap on her bare breasts, washed her ass, and her other parts too. She shaved her legs and pits, leaving them nice and smooth. She did trim her mound, but only to leave the patch of brown hair manageable. After she was clean and dry, Mabel dressed in a pair of matching pink bra and panties, jeans short shots, miss matched sneakers with long socks, and a purple sleeveless blouse that showed off her cleavage nicely.
She joined Dipper in the kitchen. “Any plans today?”
“Some gnomes told me there been some strange plants in the forest. I asked around town and there was an old greenhouse around that area abandoned back in the 2000s. I was going to check it out after breakfast. Wanna come?”
“I dunno. I don’t wanna spend my day looking at plants.”
“Think about it,” Dipper told her as he left the room.
Once alone, Mabel turned her attention to her cercal. While she was eating breakfast, there was a knock at the back door. “Pacifica!” Mabel shouted as she opened the door. Paz had stopped dying her hair years ago, leaving her a dirty blonde. Her outfit consisted of a pink tee-shirt and a pair of jeans. She had a good sized bust but it paled in comparison to Mabel’s. Where Pacifica did shine was her ass. It was huge and shapely in all the right ways. It was thicc with a capital ICC. Looking at that ass helped Mabel realize she was bi. And the jeans Pacifica was wearing was doing wonders for it.
“Paz!! What can I do for ya girl?”
“I was gonna go to the mall. I was hoping we could go together.” Pacifica brushed as she brushed her hair out of her face. Her blue eyes sparkled.
“That sounds fun! But I might have other plans. I’ll get back to you.” The blonde nodded and left.
Mabel was running the cash register in the gift shop when a familiar face wandered in. “Wendy!”
“Dude!” The two hugged. Wendy was still tall. Even taller than Dipper. And while not bulky, her muscles definitely had some definition. Her ears and several pieces and her arms and neck had some tats. She had a thin white tank top with some blue jeans. Mabel could see a nipple piercing underneath her top. “I was going to go to the woods to do some hiking. I just wanted to say hi.” With a wave she was gone.
Hiking alone seemed like a bummer. Maybe Mabel should have gone with her? She had so many different things she could do today.
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Birthdays 3.31
Beer Birthdays
Frank Hahne (1856)
David Buhler (1959)
Five Favorite Birthdays
William Daniels; actor (1927)
Nikolai Gogol; Russian writer (1809)
Shirley Jones; actor (1934)
Ewan McGregor; actor (1971)
Christopher Walken; actor (1943)
Famous Birthdays
Herb Alpert; bandleader (1935)
Johann Sebastian Bach; composer (1685)
Robert Bunsen; German chemist (1811)
Leo Buscaglia; writer (1925)
Richard Chamberlain; actor (1934)
Cesar Chavez; labor leader (1927)
Liz Clairborne; fashion designer (1929)
Tony Cox; actor (1958)
René Descartes; French philosopher (1596)
Edward Fitzgerald; writer (1809)
John Fowles; English writer (1926)
Barney Frank; politician (1940)
Arthur Godfrey; television host (1903)
Al Gore; politician, US Vice-President (1948)
Franz Haydn; composer (1732)
Gordie Howe; Detroit Red Wings RW (1928)
John Jakes; writer (1932)
Jack Johnson; boxer (1878)
Gabe Kaplan; actor, comedian (1945)
Andrew Lang; Scottish writer (1844)
Ed Marinaro; actor, Minnesota Vikings RB (1950)
Marc McClure; actor (1957)
Paul Mercurio; Australian actor, dancer (1963)
Ashton Moore; porn actor (1976)
Henry Morgan; actor (1915)
Al Nichol; rock musician (1946)
Red Norvo; jazz vibraphonist (1908)
Octavio Paz; Mexican writer (1914)
Rhea Perlman; actor (1948)
Judith Rossner; writer (1935)
Angus Young; rock guitarist (1955)
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Oi, o que você quer, já te disse que não quero mais papo contigo.
O que foi gato, sabe que eu preciso e muito de você, todinho aqui, comigo.
Estou indo ai.
Vem logo meu touro bravo.
Jean desliga e sai da calçada entrando na casa, poucos minutos e sai em outra roupa, entra num carro que pedira por app.
Yolanda olha para Bent que termina alguns assuntos inadiáveis da empresa.
Teminou?
Agora sim, dona Yolanda, deseja algo?
Quero que faça algo para aquele garoto.
O Felipe?
Sim, dê um jeito dele receber um susto de leve.
Como assim?
Deixe de ser bobo Bent, todos estes anos comigo e ainda não sabe estratejar algo com essa sua mente contábil?
Sim senhora, eu farei.
Pronto, por ora, só isso e ao sair deixe o aviso de não incomodar.
Sim chefe.
Bent sai dali e após uma hora, toca o interfone, Yolanda atende autorizando a entrada.
Quer dizer que a agência tem melhorado seus produtos.
Olá madame, a seu dispor.
Sim você esta, gostei disso, quantos anos?
18.
Bebe?
Não.
Vem logo, vamos para o quarto, quero ver se esta pronto e esperto por completo.
Sim madame.
A mulher indica a pista e o rapaz entra para o quarto e ela atrás, logo ele tira a roupa ficando de boxer preta diante dela.
Seja rápido e preciso, odeio amadores.
Yolanda sai do quarto indo para a cama onde serve um drink, do espelho grande no corredor, ela vê o homem seguir nú para a ducha logo ele sai do quarto vestido.
Gostou madame?
Chega de propagandas, já lhe passei o valor?
Sim.
A porta, você sabe onde fica?
Obrigado por usar nossos serviços.
Adeus.
O homem sai enquanto ela serve o último gole de sua bebida e logo seu celular dá sinal, ela olha a mensagem.
Que bom, foi feito, tomara que bem feito.
Felipe sai do bar e entra no carro ali segue pelas ruas dos bairros até chegar na avenida principal ele para frente a um bar bem frequentado pelos jovens e já de cara fica impressionado com a beleza de uma morena.
Posso saber o nome da flor?
Luana, por quê?
Sou Felipe, seu servo.
Nossa, bem confiante, nem perguntei seu nome.
tá eu sei. Minutos depois eles estão na outra esquina atrás de uma parede ele segura a mulher que sente todo ele nela e geme, do nada sente um forte ardor do lado direito, ele acabará de receber uma lâmina deste lado.
Filha da puta.
Agora sai de mim.
A mulher o empurra derrubando o cara e ainda o chuta saindo dali se mistura a tantos por ali, Felipe sente aquela dor lhe dominar até que vai fechando os olhos, nisso um casal que decide ir para ali por algum momento ínitmo se depara com o rapaz caído e grita por ajuda, minutos depois a policia o resgata ali.
Jean sai da cama vestindo a calça e colocando a camiseta, ali a olha-lo Tânia observa roçando sua língua aos lábios.
Esta ficando bem melhor.
Sai de perto da Monique.
O que foi, somos melhores amigos, esqueceu?
O que eu sei é que você é, igual aquela outra, a Cláudia.
Fala isso só por que já teve a nós duas.
Não me faça ser o pior.
Que pior, Jean, você não é menos que nós, se brincar é igual, um golpista.
Que golpe, ficou louca mulher?
Você sai com coroas por grana, esqueceu.
Faço isso para garantir meu teto, minha tia não é obrigada a………
Tânia cai na risada ao ouvir aquilo.
Para, que tia pilantra, a mãe da Monique foi tua cliente, eu sei de tudo, você já me contou, esqueceu, até que o velho dela não teve mais grana e como ele é tão imbecil que engliu a estória que ela contou para ele de seu parentesco.
Cale a boca, deixe minha vida em paz.
Que vida cara, você é um michê falido que foi parar num açougue, sai á noite com as coroas de pensão minima, mora de encosto na casa da minha amiga, por que pega a mãe dela de vez em quando para pagar o suposto aluguel, vai diz que é mentira, canalha gostoso?
Jean coloca o tênis sem olhar para ela.
Só quero que diga para aquela sem noção da Cláudia, se ela fizer algo de ruim para a Monique, eu mato ela.
Olha se continuar atuando assim vou até pensar que esta ficando afim da Monique, só te aviso, ai vai dar maior problema viu.
A mulher ai termina em gargalhadas, Jean sai deixando a porta aberta daquele quarto de hotel barato.
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estás en territorio de guerra, sturgis podmore. dannie, tu audición ha sido aceptada. cuentas con 48 horas para enviar tu cuenta e incorporarte al roleplay. esperamos que disfrutes tu estancia, ¡gracias por tu interés!
→ dentro de personaje.
nombre completo: Sturgis Podmore.
apodos: no tiene.
pronombres: el/suyo.
faceclaim: bill skarsgård.
fecha de nacimiento: 30 de julio.
ocupación: empleado en el departamento de cooperación mágica internacional.
alianza: Miembro de la orden del Fénix.
mascota: Jagger un boxer y Freddie una lechuza café.
háblanos de tu personaje en tres o más puntos:
uno. Sturgis es un chico que esconde un pasado muy oscuro, pero no ha dejado que la tragedia lo defina, si tu lo conoces nunca pensarías que el chico que siempre es amable con todos, que tiene una gran sonrisa en sus labios, que es el amigo de todos, realmente sufrió maltrato y que por muy poco no la cuenta. Aunque justo su pasado es lo que lo ha llevado a ser quien es hoy, pues es justo el maltrato que vio y vivió lo que hace que hoy en día no soporte las injusticias, y siempre quiera hacer justicia incluso si tiene que hacerla por su propia mano. Es aquel chico que siempre estará defendiendo a quien no puede hacerlo, alguien que no puede quedarse con los brazos cruzados cuando escucha las historias de maltrato y tortura, porque el sabe lo que es estar en el lugar de la otra persona.
dos. Sturgis es un chico al que le sobra la energía, nunca se puede estar quieto o sin hacer algo, si no esta corriendo, esta leyendo, cantando, haciendo chistes, saliendo con sus amigos, organizando una fiesta, pero nunca puede estar en paz, y también es alguien que no puede evitar meterse un poco en la vida de sus amigos, porque no le gusta dejarlos en problemas, siempre va ayudar así pueda hacerlo o no.
tres. A pesar de que es un chico muy coqueto, nunca ha tenido realmente algo serio, por que a pesar de demostrar una gran seguridad, si es inseguro en este rubro, y realmente en todos los rubros, pero ha sabido usar muy bien su mascara, si no lo conoces solo veras lo brillante que él, pero si llegas a pasar todas sus capas, y logras que el confié plenamente en ti podrás ver realmente quien es él.
califica la personalidad de tu personaje en tres aspectos positivos, y tres aspectos negativos:
positivos. Alegre, gracioso, leal
negativos. Retraído, impaciente, terco
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Days 19 & 20: Tuna, Tacos and Treasure in Roatan
The next morning, the kids headed off for more lessons. Yuval ventured out and found a fisherman with some fresh tuna. He bought it so we could have it for our evening dinner!
Yuval kayaked some and I worked a bit. After Yuval returned, we headed out for our exploratory day. We went north and found the cutest little cafe. We sat on swings on the dock, drank cappuccino, and talked about living on a beach. Then we headed out the other direction along the beach. Horses, property for sale, a boxer, a beautiful sunset. We returned and made fresh seared tuna. I made pasta and a salad to accompany and we ate together as a family. It was delicious. Yuval and I headed out after dinner. There was live music again at the 60's hangout, this time downstairs (with less room for the elders to dance), a bass player and guitar player. The music was fantastic (a blended Journey/Phil Collins/Lynard Skynard mixup?) though the mojito was far too sweet. Still, a mojito with live music overlooking the sea. What could be better?
The next day we needed an early start to do a 2-tank dive on the 8:30am boat. Yuval decided one dive would likely be enough for him, while I expected, assuming I found my mojo, that I would do both. The kids played it by ear and ultimately did both.
I could tell you all the wonderful things we saw beneath the sea. A turtle, moray eel, flamingo tongue, tiger fish, you name it. But honestly, the most beautiful thing was.. the kids. And the fact that we were diving together as a family. While I was in the water, rather than looking at the coral, I would look at Keshet and at Paz, overjoyed that they could have this experience, that we could have this experience together. Whether or not this is the sport they discover they love, or simply a new skill they've acquired, I feel so utterly fortunate to be able to do this together.
I expect, given a choice, Paz will choose a snowboard over a scuba set. Keshet might very well pursue training as a skipper and perhaps even make enough money so one day she can buy a catamaran and take us all out sometime (with a lot of seasickness medicine for Yuval and Paz).
All I know is, despite the fact that these two children are still serving their country, they were given permission to take time off, and they chose to spend that time with their parents. That's not a given. I treasure every moment.
That evening was my last night, since I was leaving a day ahead to spend some time with dad. We headed out again, this time planning on getting some local food. We entered a place packed with locals for some baleadas- a Honduran flour tortilla with fillings. That was the first meal we had the entire vacation that was disappointing. So we continued down the road, this time to the place I had initially intended but got sidetracked, a sweet vendor selling homemade tacos made by his wife on the roadside. We ordered the fish tacos and sat on a picnic table. They were just perfect. I hope I can replicate them at home: fresh snapper prepared almost like ceviche, with fresh soft tacos. Glorious.
We started heading back and heard what sounded like a live band. We entered, and sure enough the bassist from the night before was there, with a whole band. The kids found a table and played some cards as Yuval and I danced like crazy to the 70s/80s tunes. The kids left and we stayed on, literally dancing the night away. The band was just right for what we needed that last night.
Returning home past midnight, a thunderstorm struck just in time to lull us asleep.
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A Budding Romance
Summary: Yours and Paz’s relationship is off to a good start. (Part 5 of LPOH)
Pairing: biker!Paz Vizsla x fem!teacher!Reader
Wordcount: 4.3k | Rating: E (18+ only!)
Warnings: Modern AU, Biker AU, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, alcohol consumption, lots of flirting and fluff
I hope we are ready for more biker!Paz because here he is! Writing fluff for him is the best feeling in the world and I hope you enjoy reading this part as much as I enjoyed writing it. As always please let me know what you thought in a comment or reblog ❤
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Your back hit the door and all air rushed out of your lungs. But you could hardly care about that when Paz’s mouth landed on yours again. For some reason, you had always assumed that the first kiss with a person would be the most exciting one. That, inevitably, time would lead to some sort of staleness. At least that was what you had experienced before.
But kissing Paz, your excitement did not shrink. If anything, it grew. With each press against your lips, his hands on your hips, your heart raced more and more as everything in you screamed to finally be with him.
Your hands fumbled with his belt as he fiddled with the keys between his fingers. The metal fell to the wooden floor of his porch and you could hear his curse as you pressed yourself against him. “Ignore it,” you mumbled against his lips, your hand slipping down his pants, happy to find him hot and straining in his boxers. The growl he let out went straight to your pussy and his hips snapped against yours.
“Please,” you gasped, grinding against him and Paz growled, his big hands warm on your butt as he pressed you against the door, “I can’t wait.”
“I’m not fucking you out here in the open,” he whispered between kisses against your jaw, his teeth nipping on your skin, “Not yet, anyway.”
You moaned, throwing your head back to give him more space. But he took your distraction to pull your hand from him, quickly fishing the keys off the floor before unlocking the door. You would have fallen down the hallway if it had not been for his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you to him for more kisses as he backed you through the dark room.
“Time to lose some clothes,” he announced by your ear and you grinned when you felt his hands bunch up the hem of your dress. You lifted your arms, letting him pull the piece of clothing easily from you. When you put them back down, you let your fingers unbutton his shirt, happy to find bare skin beneath your fingertips.
His mouth was hot on your shoulder and you sighed happily, your pussy already weeping at the way his fingers drifted over your skin. He was warm and big and so close it felt almost impossible to get him even closer.
The flooring under your feet changed from wood to carpet and you toed off your shoes, watching as he shimmied out of his jeans, revealing a sizeable bulge in his briefs. This must be his bedroom, you concluded, spotting the unmade bed that seemed to take up all he available space in the room.
You were both breathing heavily, catching your breaths in the few seconds that you had been parted and you could feel his gaze burning into your skin, the desire in his lips reflected in the desire in his eyes. For you. He desired you.
Swallowing thickly, you held out your hand for him and Paz did not hesitate to take it, gently pulling you closer while he turned you both around. “I have thought about this for a long time,” he revealed as his hand came up to cup the back of your neck, his thumb settling at the soft spot behind your ear as his eyes roamed over your face, “Far too fucking long.”
Something in his eyes, in his voice, in his words, made your heart clench. Maybe it was the way he held you so tenderly, the hot running passion gone for just a moment and replaced by something much lighter, something much more impactful. You throat closed up and you did not know what to say, so you let your fingers run through the short hairs at the back of his head and pulled him down into another kiss.
Your bodies rubbed against each other and soon you found yourself panting against his lips, trying to grind against his thigh so you could feel at least that little bit of friction through the lace of your panties. Thankfully, Paz didn’t seem to plan to let you wait for too long.
He let himself fall on the bed, pulling you with him and you squealed, your foot accidentally hitting the bedpost and you hissed, catching yourself on his broad chest and grimacing.
Your biker sat up immediately, a knot between his brows. “You okay?” he asked, his hands gliding down to your hips, his chest pressed against yours.
“I’m perfect,” you said, your fingers drifting over his cheek, lightly scratching at the scruff there, “Just need a distraction.”
“I can help with that,” he smirked, pulling you down completely until you were straddling him. Your position had you rub against his cock and you gasped, spreading your fingers over his chest to get more leverage as you ground against him again. You wanted to look at his tattoos, wanted to trace each and every one line of ink on his skin. But Paz had other things in mind.
“Shit, you look so hot,” he cursed, his fingers digging into your hips, “Do it again.”
You did and you both moaned. He felt huge and hot and you needed him more, needed him closer, needed him inside you so you could wake up in the morning with the knowledge of what it felt like to be with him. His fingers gripped the lace of your panties tightly and your eyes widened in shock as the fabric gave way, ripping away from your skin in flimsy scraps.
“Sorry,” he brought out, his hips rising to meet yours, your cunt now only separated by his briefs from his cock, “I’ll get you a new one.”
“’s okay,” you breathed out, rolling your hips again as he fought to shimmy of your boxers. You lifted onto your knees, watching as he revealed himself and swallowing thickly when you took in his size, just how huge he was. His skin was littered with tattoos and your eyes wandered from his neck to his shoulder over his arms where the dark patterns started, reaching towards the little designs on his knuckles. The same knuckles that turned white as he grabbed your hips again, pulling you down on him again.
You were so wet, you were sure his shaft would be glistening with your juices soon enough and your heart hammered in your chest, feeling him against you.
His hands skimmed over your belly, cupping your tits and your eyes fluttered closed, arching into his touch as his fingers started to play with your nipples. He sat up, mouthing at your jaw and you gasped, moving into him again.
“Condoms?”
You nipped at his bottom lip, “I’m clean and on the pill.”
He groaned, the bare head of his cock gliding through your folds again and bumping against your clit. Your pussy clamped on nothing and you whined.
“C’mon, love,” he growled, encouraging you with the way his hands guided you against him, “Take what you need. You look so pretty on my cock like this.”
You nodded eagerly, eyes half-closed as you felt his cock against you. “Paz,” you gasped, throwing your head back. His mouth closed around your nipple, gently sucking on it as his hips surged up. You wrapped your hand around his cock, holding him in position as you slowly sank down.
He was thick, thicker than your previous lovers, and you gasped, slowing down when you felt the tip of him pop inside you. His forehead pressed against yours, your breaths mingling as he held you close.
“Fuck you’re pretty,” he growled, his teeth nipping at your neck as his hand pushed you down, “Smart and pretty and so fucking soft.”
Your thighs ached and your walls stretched around him. He filled you to the brim, his cock reaching deep inside you and you were sure you had never felt better than at this very moment. You lifted up again, your pussy protesting at the emptiness that he left behind but it was worth it when you felt him slide deeper into you at the next thrust.
Paz watched you, completely enthralled, and you felt the heat rise from your chest to your neck and cheeks and ears at the way his eyes switched from your face to your cunt, clearly taking in the way you stretched around him at your tiny thrusts.
A sigh of relief left you when you felt his hips flush against yours and you let yourself relax against him, allowing yourself to feel the fullness of him inside you. “There we go,” he grinned darkly, his thumb brushing over your clit and you moaned, biting into his shoulder to keep from being too loud.
How could he fill you so perfectly?
“C’mon, sweetheart,” he encouraged you, leaning back against the headboard, a cocky smirk on his face, “Let me see you bounce on my cock. Wanna see those tits swing.”
Truth be told, you did not know what had gotten into you. You normally weren’t this forward, this confident. But there was something in the way Paz did not leave any room for doubt, his hands guiding your hips up and down as he smiled at you, that felt so free, it was exhilarating.
Just as he told you, you bounced on his cock, your breath speeding up as you moved up and down on his cock, chasing the feeling of his cock hitting that spot that made you shiver all over.
“Look at you,” he praised you, “All pretty and needy and so close. Tell me,” he kissed you open mouthed and without shame, “Are you close?”
You nodded quickly, your body barely listening to you anymore as all you could focus on was to keep moving your hips, keep hitting that spot, keep rubbing your clit against his belly.
“Good,” he grunted, “’Cause I want you to come for me, sweetheart, can you do that for me? Can you come on my cock? You’re already so tight, I want to know what it feels like when that pretty little pussy holds on for dear life. Just imagine how nice it’ll feel to have me pump my come in that tight hole, love – ah, there we go, that’s the spot, isn’t it?”
You had trouble swallowing, your mouth falling open as your legs trembled and your muscles felt weak. But Paz took over for you, slamming you down on his cock like a ragdoll, praising you through your orgasm as the world blinded you before your eyes. Every single muscle in your body tensed and relaxed at the same time as your pussy milked his cock, being painted white from the inside as he came inside you.
“Wow,” you muttered, resting against his chest, your eyes still closed, “That was …”
You felt him stir. “What do you mean ‘was’?” he teased you, his lips landing on your shoulder, “We’re not done yet.”
“We’re not?” you asked, completely out of breath, Paz looked up at you, his hands on your hips and you felt your heart skip a beat at the way he grinned at you.
“Not if I can help it.”
*
Hours later, both of you sated, you traced the tattoo on his chest with your finger. Paz had switched on a little reading light on the bedside table, putting the entire room into a golden hue.
“That was nice,” he smiled, folding his hands behind his head. He turned his head to look at you and you felt so giddy like this. Your cheek rested on his upper arm, your finger busy tracing the lines of his tattoos.
“Only nice?” you teased him, kissing his chest and letting yourself sink into the bedding. You did not mind the mess between your thighs, not when Paz was lying next to you, his side completely against yours.
“Do …” he paused and you looked up at him, finding this vulnerable expression on his face that certainly hadn’t been there earlier when he had eaten you out for dear life, “Would you like to stay for breakfast?”
“Yes,” you smiled, “I would like that very much.”
*
The light flooded your bedroom and you groaned when your alarm decided that now was the time to interrupt your vey great night.
The weight around your middle shifted and you smiled when you felt a kiss being pressed against your bare shoulder blade.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Paz rumbled behind you, his entire front plastered against your back and you turned in his arms, relishing in the way he immediately kissed you.
Ever since your first date a few weeks ago, it felt like you were flying on could nine. You woke up to his kisses and fell asleep to his hands on your body. Sometimes you saw him on pick up duty still, listening to an enthusiastic Grogu while he looked at you with that knowing smile on his lips. Other times, he simply texted you when he was off work, bringing dinner to his or your place – whatever place you decided on – and making you see stars before drifting off with you in his arms.
Today was one of the rare days where he had stayed over on a weeknight. There was a wrinkle on his face from where the pillow had pressed into his skin and you cupped his cheek. “Breakfast?” you asked against his lips, “I think I might have some pancakes from yesterday left over.”
You watched as he sat up, the blankets pooling around his hips and another spurt of desire coursed through you at seeing the muscles under his skin work.
“Pancakes sound amazing,” he grinned as he pulled on his clothes from the day before. A dark jeans, dark shirt and a flannel on top. His leather jacket was somewhere in the small hallway.
“Won’t you get up?” he asked you with a teasing smile, walking over to your side of the bed.
You pouted, the thought of stepping out into the cool air sending shivers down your back, “I don’t want to.”
“Oh, you don’t want to?” he repeated, clearly amused. He rested his knee on the bed, leaning over you until he was close enough to kiss you. “I might just have the thing to get you to leave the house.”
You hummed, your lips quirking up in a small smile while you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. The fabric of his jeans was rough against your bare leg as you wrapped it around his hip, “I hope that includes you staying in this bed as well.”
The large man chuckled above you, his laughter mixing with kisses against your neck, closely followed by his hands. “It does not,” he replied, “But we could go to the diner,” he suggested in a whisper by your ear, his palms rubbing over your shoulders, “Get a quick bite to eat and enjoy some time before school?”
“You just want to make out in the car,” you slapped him on the shoulder, tilting your head to the side so he could kiss you some more.
“Hm, maybe,” he admitted, not sounding the least bit bothered. His nose bumped against your ear, “I’m sure Boba wouldn’t mind me coming in a little bit later.”
“I’m sure he found you much more amenable these past few weeks,” you joked, letting him pull you up until the sheets fell away from your chest. It was your favourite thing in the world, seeing the way his eyes widened just a fraction when he took in your naked skin.
“By the way,” you announced, finding courage in his distraction, “There is this little art exhibition celebration get together, uh, thing,” you started, “at the school. And, uh, I thought maybe you’d like to come?”
He couldn’t have looked more surprised if he had tried. “You want me to come?”
Your heart fell. “Don’t you want to?”
“Yes!” he assured you quickly, his hands falling into your lap, taking yours, “Grogu talked about it for weeks but, uh, are you sure you want me there?”
You leaned forward to kiss him. “I would be delighted, Paz.”
*
A week later, the exhibition was in full swing and you felt sick to your stomach with nerves. The kids had worked so hard on their pictures and you were s proud of them, helping them choose the best spot to hang up their creation.
It was an after school thing, the time allowing all the parents to come and join the little event. Mrs. Crumplebottom and her clique of School Mother Hens had even organized a baking sale, bringing freshly baked goods that could be sold to the benefit of the school.
A baking sale you were heading right now.
“Hello Mrs Wilkinson,” you smiled, “How can I help you today?”
“I’d love one of those cute little cupcakes over there please,” the woman said, pointing to a group of colourfully frosted cupcakes.
You handed her the little pastry, waiting for her to leave so you could take care of the next parent-slash-customer. But she did not. Instead, she kept holding it so tightly, you were sure it was a miracle that it did not crush under the pressure.
“Is there another matter you would like to discuss?” you asked her instead, already feeling a little bit apprehension cook up in you.
“As a matter of fact, there is,” she announced, a look on her face that told you she was up to no good. The last time she had used that tone, she had complained that the writing exercises you had the kids do were too difficult for her son and that you needed to change them.
That had not been a pleasant conversation.
“Well how can I help you then?” you asked, glancing at Grogu proudly showing Din the picture of Kitten wearing her little jeans vest.
Paz had not shown up yet.
“I am worried about the kind of … company you have been keeping lately,” she revealed, her voice dropping to a scandalized concerned whisper, “Mrs Crumplebottom mentioned she saw you in the store with a certain Mr Vizsla just a few weeks ago.”
Ah. There it was.
“I assure you,” you smiled tightly, “My personal life should not concern you as it doesn’t affect my teaching ability.”
“I’m just saying,” the woman shrugged, a sour look on her face, “Being new in this town it can get quite confusing about who you’re … associating with.”
“I’m not confused about who I’m associating with,” you corrected her, straightening your shoulders. You had always assumed that the way you kept your private life private – especially when it came to meeting with Paz – would keep you spared from any overly concerned small town housewife intervention. Clearly, you had been wrong about that.
But the frustration you felt was not only for yourself. It was for Paz, too. How could anyone speak about him like that? About his friends?
Mrs Wilkinson huffed, clearly not satisfied with your answer but she also didn’t want to seem to say out loud what exactly she was thinking. Maybe that would destroy her reputation of the ever friendly neighbour, you mused. “Very well,” she murmured, brushing over a wrinkle in her skirt, “I just wanted to make sure.”
You did not say anything but just looked at her. You wanted to believe that you had the perfect comeback on your lips, that you were ready to tell her just how inappropriate she was being and defending your friends.
Realizing that she would not get anything more out of you, the woman sulked off, showing you the cold shoulder. You did not feel sorry for her.
Not a moment later, a familiar black leather jacket entered your sight. Paz stood in front of you, his hands buried in his jeans pockets as his breath left little clouds in the cold air. There was that half-smile on his lips that you found so cute but it disappeared as soon as he spotted your previous customer.
“What was that about?” he asked you, his eyes following a clearly offended Mrs Wilkinson.
You did not like the worried look in his eyes so you just waved him off. “Nothing,” you shuffled your papers, pushing them into your canvas bag to ready the table for the next incoming colleague, “Just parent teacher stuff, you know?”
Paz hummed, letting his eyes roam over the kids’ creations, clearly stopping to gaze at the photo of Kitten in her little vest.
“It took forever to get her to stay still, you know?” he revealed to you quietly and you smiled, discreetly slipping your hand in his, “Boba ended up buying the expensive treats. She’s a vicious negotiator, that one.”
“That sounds very much like her,” you giggled, enjoying how his eyes crinkled when he smiled at you, “C’mon, do you want to talk to the little artist himself?”
You both ignored the vicious look that day.
*
“Let me guess,” the older waitress did not even look up from her little note pad, “Two slices of apple pie and some coffee.”
“We are here too often,” Boba commented drily but made no move to leave the booth you had just settled in.
Paz watched you grin next to him, gripping your hand under the table. You had met the group before but he was still nervous whenever you joined them. He wanted you to like them. And he wanted them to like you.
“Every damn day and you better don’t stop,” the older woman wiggled the pen, “Best customers I have by far – and the best tips.”
“Thought you had much richer clientele than us, Rosie,” Paz joked, nervously looking back at the Crumplebottom’s who seemed t stare daggers at their table.
Better him than Boba though. The older man would not be too afraid to make a show of putting them in their place in the middle of the afternoon.
Rosie scoffed. “Wealthier for sure,” she revealed, “But certainly not as generous.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” you muttered, “That sucks.”
“Oh, that’s nothing to what management pulled the other night,” the waitress revealed, leaning forward so she could whisper to you. “Boss is thinking about keeping this joint open for the night shift, you know? But I told him before he thinks on putting me down for working in the middle of the night, he should triple my pay. We’re understaffed as is and I have no desire to serve all those drunks when I could be at home with Bill and the kids.”
Boba leaned back, “Sounds like a reasonable request to me. They pay you little as it is.”
“Now,” Rosie grinned, looking at you, “Will it be a slice of apple pie for you too?”
“It will,” you confirmed, slightly squeezing Paz’s hand. He had not noticed how tightly he had held it, soothing your knuckles with his thumb.
But Boba’s next words let his heart soar higher, “Add that to the regular order to, Rosie. I have a feeling Teach will be with us for quite some time.”
*
You opened the door for him with a smile, wearing an enticingly revealing robe that gaped open at your chest. He had not seen it before, the little lace trim making him want to swipe aside the piece of fabric and explore your body with his mouth.
“Well hello there,” he drawled, leaning his forearm against your doorframe, letting his eyes roam over your body, “To what do I this pleasurable view?”
“Why don’t you take it off and fin out?” your finger hooked into his belt loops, pulling him inside and he grinned, leaning down to kiss you. Your lips were soft against his and he loved the way you pressed your entire body against his, your nakedness a stark contrast to his layers of denim, leather and flannel.
“I thought it’s ‘Fuck around and find out’?” he asked, shutting the door behind him.
Your eyes twinkled at that, the neckline of your dressing gown falling open to reveal a lot more bare skin. “Oh there’s certainly going to be some of that. Now come to bed and find out.”
*
Rain was pattering against the windows outside. The week had been cloudy and the weekend had brought the long promised rain with it.
“Someone’s hungry,” you commented, “Are you feeding her enough?”
Kitten perked her head up, leaning into your fingers that were brushing over her little forehead as she had curled up on your chest. The mention of food would always get her attention.
“I feed her more than enough,” Paz grunted, wrapping his arm around your side, “Found her in the treats stash yesterday.”
Kitten meowed, standing up before making her way down the couch to the little feather toy that she had abandoned earlier in favour of snuggles. You had been cuddled up with him on the couch the whole day already, seeing as you hadn’t felt too good this morning.
Paz didn’t mind. It was not like you could o out in public without the bothering stares anyway and he found that he quite enjoyed the time together with you and Kitten. It was domestic in a way he had never allowed to hope for himself.
“I was thinking,” he said, rolling onto his side so he could rest his chin on your shoulder, “Everyone is driving up to the coast for the weekend, and I was wondering if you would like to come with us?”
“You know what,” you whispered, your lips brushing over his as his hand snuck up your waist, “A weekend away sounds like the perfect idea.”
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Paz and Baker take a bath x
I recently made myself (with the encouragement of a few lovely heathens: @literallydontlook, @heartsofbeskar, @asta-lily and @djarinsbeskar) write a Boxer!Paz one-shot as a continuation to the AU we all know and are willfully at the mercy of.
I think its clear that I do a better job at drawing a smutty scene rather than writing it.
I actually tried this time on Paz's tattoos with a bunch of brushes but ngl I think my scribbles make more sense?
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CYOA-Mabel's Marvelous Sexventures (AO3 Version)
Warning the following story contains fictional minors in sexual situations and incest. If this makes you uncomfortable or are under 18 please do not read. This story is rated E for explicit and is for adults only. This story is a complete work of fiction.
Written with the help of the comment section of AO3.
It was 10 am when Mabel woke up. She got up, stretched and… oh boy, she went to hard on the Mabel juice again. Just how old was she again?
Mabel was 12. A fresh face preteen, spending her first summer at Gravity falls. She was sharing an old attic in the Mystery Shack. Of course sharing a room did have awkward moments.
As Dipper laid in his own bed across the room, his penis stood fully erect. And with how his sheets were spread out, Dipper was fully exposed to his sister, with his morning wood stiking out of the flip in his boxer's. Mabel knew she had to handle this delicately.
"Dipper wake up, I can see your ding dong!"
He shot up. "Wha?" He looked down at his crotch. "Aaah." He shoved himself back into his boxers while he blushed.
"I'll let you take the first shower since you need more."
Dipper left the room grumbling. Mabel wondered if she might have had to do with Dipper’s boner. They tired their best to give each other privacy, but Mabel was certain that Dipper had seen her panties.
Once Dipper came back from his shower, Mabel went to the bathroom and quickly stripped. Dipper left her plenty of hot water. She lathered soap on her bare chest, washed her butt, and her other parts too. She was still bald down stairs, but hope that would change soon.
She joined Dipper in the kitchen. “Any plans today?”
“Some gnomes told me there been some strange plants in the forest. I asked around town and there was an old greenhouse around that area abandoned back in the 2000s. I was going to check it out after breakfast. Wanna come?”
“I dunno. I don’t wanna spend my day looking at plants.”
“Think about it,” Dipper told her as he left the room.
Once alone, Mabel turned her attention to her cereal. While she was eating breakfast, there was a knock at the back door. “Pacifica!” Mabel shouted as she opened the door. “Paz!! What can I do for ya girl?”
“I was gonna go to the mall. I was hoping we could go together.” Pacifica brushed as she brushed her hair out of her face. Her blue eyes sparkled.
“That sounds fun! But I might have other plans. I’ll get back to you.” The blonde nodded and left.
Mabel was running the cash register in the gift shop when a familiar face wandered in. “Wendy!” “I was going to go to the woods to do some hiking. I just wanted to say hi.” With a wave she was gone.
Hiking alone seemed like a bummer. Maybe Mabel should have gone with her? She had so many different things she could do today.
The twins walked in the greenhouse. Boy was it hot! The humidity hit Mabel right away. The poor girl stripped away her sweater. Unfortunately for her she only had a thin white tank top on. 'Of all the days to go braless.' Mabel scolded herself. The sweater she had just taken off didn’t help either. Her chest was a sweaty mess and Dipper could see everything!
If her brother noticed, he didn't show it. He pointed to the ground. “Mabel look at this.” The ground was covered with strange roots. The roots had a green glow to them. They went back. Way back. All the way to the dark.
Meanwhile something else caught Mabel’s eyes. A small set of steel stairs going up to the second floor. The stairs were bathed in sunlight; it was almost magical.
"Hey Dipper. What's up there?" Mabel asked, pointing to the stairs.
He frowned. "I don't know."
"Well, then let's check it out."
The twins made their way up the stairs, the strange sunlight bathing the two. Mabel was not surprised to find it getting hotter. But was was surprised to hear singing. Clearly a woman's voice, it was soft and gentle. There weren't words to it per se, it was just Las and Das set to melodies. But it was singing all the same.
When Mabel and Dipper made it up the stairs, it became clear that the light wasn't coming from the sun, but the lady singing. There was two other strange things about her besides looking like she was made of sunlight. One, she was giant. Two, she was bucked ass naked. She was bathing herself in a large fountain.
She turned around to face the twins. “Mabel Pines. I’m glad we finally get to meet.”
Mabel backed up a bit. “Aw, excuse me?”
“I am Aphrodite. The goddess of love and beauty. I heard you meant my son.”
Mabel briefly remembered that time she meant Eros. “You can’t prove anything lady! Quick Dipper, let's get out of here!”
The twins turned to run but Aphrodite teleported in front of them. She snickered. "You’re not I'm trouble," she snickered. "He has trouble with dealing with things not going his way. He gets that from his father. But I think it's a good thing when he struggles. So, for helping my boy grow, I will give you a gift." She held out her hand, which had a small pile of dust, similar to what the Love God had, save this was gold. She blew it into their faces. As the twins coughed, she said " This dust will activate when you face your one true love. Your bodies will know what to do next. Au avoir."
Aphrodite disappeared, leaving the light normal again. "Agh, not again," Mabel coughed. "Are you alright Dip?"
"Yeah, didn't seem to affect me. You?"
"Well we won't know until we find our one true love right?"
The dust cleared and the twins saw each other. And then they SAW each other. Mabel's stomach was filled with a million butterflies. And Dipper was definitely looking at her chest now. She took off her top and kissed him. And he kissed her back. This was like the little pecks she was giving the boys around town, there was tongues and spit.
She took off his stupidly adorable short shorts and his little Dipper was at full attention. Like her, Dipper was smooth down stairs. Her own slit was wet and it had nothing to do with the humidity. Dipper laid down as his sister hovered over him.
Mabel crawled onto her brother's lap. She ran her preteenslit over Dipper’s little cock.
“Dipper,” she breathed.
“Ma-Mabel,” he responded. “Do it.”
She reached down and guided him inside her. There was a sharp pinch. Mabel had grinded against pillows and sat on the washing machine as it ran, but this was her first penetration. Her face scrunched up in pain.
"Mabel, are you okay?"
"Yeah, let’s keep going." She guided his hands onto her hips. They felt warm on her. Mabel bounced in his lap, the pain faded, replaced with pleasure. She couldn't help but notice that Dipper’s eyes were directly locked in on her chest. Mabel had always thought of herself as flat. But Dipper was looking at them. And he liked them! Her little bòobies were jiggling with each bounce.
"Hm, Dipper."
"Mabel!"
Both twins were picking up the pace. Dipper was bucking into his sister as she rode his dick. Her sex hugging his cock with her wetness and warmth.
"Mabel! Mabel! I'm about to explode!"
Mabel pressed her hands onto her brother's shoulders as she bounced on his cock.
"Mabel!" Dipper shouted as he finally came. He launched his seed up into her. Mable moaned as she felt his warmth flood her inside.
Her body gave out and she collapsed on top of her twins. They preteen bodies shone with sweat. Catching his sister in his arms, he kissed her and she kissed him back.
"Did we-?"
"Yeah, we did."
"So… true love eh?"
The twins continued to date (and fuck) throughout the summer. Mabel and Dipper were always close, so it was easy to hide. But it became hard to hide, once summer ended and the twins returned home.
But Mabel’s health was impossible to hide as her morning sickness caught her parents' attention. She was taken to the doctor who informed Mabel and her parents that the barely 13-year-old was pregnant. Things got bad at home. Mabel refused to tell them who the father was. Then things got worse when they caught her and Dipper having sex in the shower.
They were gonna split the twins apart. So the twins ran away to Gravity Falls. Soos took them in. He didn’t understand, but he cared too much about them to stop them. And it turns out, thanks to the weird laws that Quentin Trembley was written, incest was perfectly legal in Gravity Falls. They did get weird looks, but the twins were the heroes of the never mind all that, so it never got worse than that. Wendy was the only one Dipper and Mabel didn’t feel judged around. In late May, Mabel went into labor and gave birth to a daughter-niece. And they lived their lives.
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