#tacky bikinis
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Found lots of tacky swimsuits on Pinterest and drew some vampire babes in them. Please enjoy.
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i dont actually want this to happen to me but the thought of being milked.... ougguughhhhhhh........ lactation. and cow ears + horns to boot. cow print bikini. you know how it is.
SIGHS DREAMILYYYYYYYY
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Gucci f/w 2023
#gucci#runway#model#milan fashion week#crystal#swarovski#mfw#fashion week#detail#bikini#gucci bikini#tom ford#sheer#sparkle#diamond#y2k#logo#tacky#kitch#sabato de sarno#fall 2023
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daddy
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warnings: 18+ only!!!, smut, stepdad!rafe, pervy!rafe, rafe meets reader when theyre 17 but nothing happens until 18, lots of use of daddy, taboo sex, age gap (rafe is early 30s reader is newly 18) scammer!rafe??, cheating, unprotected p in v sex, breeding, male and female receiving oral, fingering, virgin!reader, innocent!reader, lots of pet names (little one, little baby, baby girl, etc), reader is described as small chested and feels insecure about it, manipulation, power dynamic holy shit thats a lot of warnings
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rafe wasn't sure what to expect when he learned his newest mark had a 17 year old daughter.
he had long been cast out by his father, ward keeping him far away from the cameron investments, but he still carried the name.
rafe had found a new way to fortune, one that allowed him to rely on his natural talents, good looks and charm. he flirted with wealthy (usually older) women until they agreed to a date, then had them fall so completely in love that they married rapidly without prenup only for rafe to divorce them later and take a hefty sum away from them.
he already repeated he process three times in a little under five years. he was worried about the reputation he would get, if the rich women of the outer banks and surrounding areas would discover his scheme and he would be out of luck, so when a new divorced mother of one moved in to a sprawling mansion, rafe was quick to greet her and turn he flirt on.
the first time he saw you he was shocked how different you looked from your mother. he pictured her daughter to be a miniature version of herself, bold and chatty, flaunting tacky jewelry and guady animal print.
but you were almost the stark different. sharing the same bouncing head of curly hair was where the similarities seemed to end. it was a ‘family pool party’ where rafe first saw you. it was more of an excuse for your mother to bring her friends around and show off her new younger boy toy who was just head over heels for her.
you greeted rafe with a quiet hello before retreating back into the shade, covered in a pale yellow sundress, but the blue of your bikini straps were peaking out, making rafe hopeful that you would get into the pool, but you spent the entire party under the shade of the balcony while your mother paraded him around.
he found a quiet moment while she was distracted with her margarita to slip away, coming to sit next to you on the soft white jacquard couch, another symbol of your mother's wealth, having such an expensive piece of furniture outside without a care if it dirtied or got ruined my the frequent bad weather.
“hello little one.” rafe says softly, afraid by the look on your face that he would startle you into running and hiding.
“hi rafe.” you whisper, hands twisting in your lap as nerves turn in your stomach. he's the first man your mom has dated since her divorce, and you're glad to see her happy, but rafe is not what you were expecting. your mother told you her new boyfriend was young, but you didn't expect early 30s when your mother is pushing 50. “my mom has told me a lot about you.”
it's not exactly a lie, she has gone on and on when she gets home from dates with rafe, it's just that you've gotten very used to tuning your mother out.
“yeah, she's told me a lot about you too.” rafe leans in closer, “why don't you tell me a bit more?”
“i-i-um.” you stutter over your words, eyes shooting down to your lap after making brief eye contact.
“do i make you nervous, y/n?” rafe asks, practically purring your name out.
you laugh awkwardly, tucking your hair behind your ear as you fein a sudden interest in the partygoers to give you an excuse of something to look at. “everyone makes me nervous.” you whisper. it's not like rafe doesn't already know, you're sure he can tell from your behavior. you have a lot of issues after your dad abandoned you and your mom, and it manifested mostly in anxiety.
“oh, poor baby.” rafe pouts, placing his hand on your chin and turning you to face him, not letting you avoid the eye contact.
“im not a baby.” you say, eyes flickering all over rafes face as you take in the details close up, his powerful cheekbones and shining eyes. “i turn 18 next month.”
“oh yeah?” rafe releases your chin, and you somehow gain the confidence to keep looking at him, drinking in his features. “are you going to invite me to your party?”
“im not going to have a party.” you say, like it's obvious.
rafe goes to push back, starting to argue “but a pretty little thing like yourself-” when your mother cuts him off with a yell of his name, making both of your heads snap to her, where she's waving rafe over to introduce him to a new friend that just entered the backyard.
rafe sighs, slipping his hand onto your lap and giving your thigh a squeeze before standing up. he looks back before he walks away, again maintaining eye contact as he says “it was nice to meet you y/n. ill be seeing you a lot more from now on.”
and rafe keeps true to his word. he continues to swoon your mom, but makes a point to spend time with you as well. your mom sees it as a show of how serious he is about the relationship, she doesn't realize how rafe looks at you.
“your birthday is this weekend?” rafe questions, but it's more of a statement. he takes a strand of your hair and twirls it around your finger, unable to keep his hands away.
“yeah.” you whisper, trying to pay attention to the project you were working on, your sketchbook sat in your lap, angled so rafe couldn't see what you were drawing.
“and you still don't want a party? what do you want to do then little one?” rafe kept using the nickname, even after you pushed back that you are almost a legal adult and not little.
“i don't even have any friends here.” you sigh, almost wishing you were back in high school so you could have a way to meet people your age. “they're all back in california.”
you send out a silent curse to your father, and your mother. your father for leaving you, and your mother for reacting to it by moving across the country to the opposite coast, escaping the pain and embarrassment in favor of you losing all your friends and everything you knew.
“what are you going to do for your birthday then?” rafe asks as you start to draw again, finding it easier to talk when your charcoal pencil is also moving against the page.
“probably nothing. maybe see a movie.” you shrug. you've gotten used to doing things on your own. despite mostly staying in the house, you did occasionally need breaks from the same scenery, and more aptly, your mother. you always hoped you'd meet someone your age, but even when you were out doing things solo and saw other teens, you couldn't bring yourself to speak to them, your shyness winning the battle over wanting friends.
“i'll come with you, little one.” rafe offers. he was close to getting a ring on your moms finger, in record time. the divorce made her not only vulnerable but also needy to replace the husband figure in her life, not realizing that all of rafes money came from running this same scam. he could use hanging out with you on your birthday to his advantage, showing your mother how serious he is about the relationship.
“okay.” you whisper, hand shaking causing you to mess up the drawing, excited and nervous for the weekend. it's not that you dislike spending time with rafe, he just makes you nervous, like any ridiculously good looking man would.
“i’ll see you saturday then.” rafe says, standing up as your mom enters the room, now dressed and primped, ready to go on the date rafe was whisking her away on.
you keep your eyes trained on your sketchbook as rafe greets your mother with a kiss, and you cringe knowing her tacky red lipstick is going to leave a stain on his mouth, but you don't look up to see.
--
“hi little baby.” rafe greets you after sending your mom out for a spa day, giving you time to go see a movie together. you don't even care that your mom is away on your birthday, you rather spend it this way.
“hi rafe.” you say, not bothering to correct him that you are in fact 18 now and not little or a baby.
rafe surprises you when he wraps his arms around your shoulders, squeezing you into a hug. you freeze up, not used to the intimate contact. your dad never hugged you his way, and your mom was never very affectionate either.
“happy birthday.” rafe purrs into your ear, burying his head in your hair, nuzzling into the curls.
“thanks.” you mumble, keeping your arms flat against your sides as rafe pulls away. you definitely didn't have the confidence to hug him back.
rafe stays quiet as he leads you out the door with a steady hand on your back, making you shiver as goosebumps rise up your arms despite the warm north carolina air. he even gives you a hand to help you up into his truck.
“do you want to get dinner first, pretty baby?” rafe asks you as he starts up the truck and shifts it into gear. you feel your cheeks flame at the name, wriggling your hands together in your lap in nervousness.
“no.” you whisper, and you're surprised rafe can hear you over the sound of his truck. “i, um-” you pause to clear your throat. “i don't want to get full on food and not want popcorn. maybe we can go after.”
“sounds good.” rafe says, even though you don't really want to be spending more time with him. it's not that you don't want your mom to be happy, but it's weird to see her with someone other than your dad.
rafes hand slides across the center console, gripping your thigh through your jeans. you tense your leg in surprise at the contact, expecting him to squeeze and then let go, but rafe keeps his hand on your thigh the entire ride there.
“hold on, i’ll open the door for you, birthday girl.” rafe says after pulling into a parking spot. you wait for rafe to walk around the hood, tugging to door open and giving you a hand out that you graciously accept, willing to put up with the physical contact so you don't risk falling and embarrassing yourself even worse.
rafe leads you into the theatre, and he orders the tickets and popcorn for you, knowing how much you hate talking to others, especially service workers.
“im so excited to see this movie!” you say, taking your seat towards the back of the theatre, rafe setting the popcorn on the armrest in between the two of you. he's surprised to see how genuine your statement is, finally opening up and showing a bit of your emotions.
“if you're excited, then im excited too little one.” rafe says, grabbing a piece of popcorn and sticking it in his mouth.
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“y/n i want to ask you something.” rafe calls, stopping your quick ascent up the stairs as you tried to flee before he or his mother stopped you.
“okay.” you mumble, walking back down the couple stairs you had managed to make it up.
“in private.” rafe clarifies, and you glance between him and your mom, but she just nods that it's okay before turning to the kitchen, becoming distracted by finding herself some wine to drink.
“we can talk if your room if it makes you more comfortable.” rafe says, and you blanche at the idea. no one ever goes in your room, not your mom or even the maids.
“how about the study?” you offer instead, your second favorite location in the house, with cherry wood bookshelves covering every one of the walls and two plush couches in the middle providing a comfortable reading area.
rafe places his hand on your back, fingers playing with the material of your sweater as you walk to the study. upon entering, you flick on a lamp and sit down on one of the couches, hoping rafe will take the one across from you, but of course he slides right next to you, pressing your thighs together.
“what is it you want to talk about?” you ask, your heart beat somehow remaining steady. you realize it's because you've become more comfortable around rafe, even if his touches did still send a jolt through your body.
“ive really been enjoying spending time getting to know you, little one.” rafe places a hand on your thigh, just under where your shorts end. he looks down, marveling how soft your skin is and how small your legs are compared to his hand. “your mother as well, of course.” rafe adds, almost like she's an after thought.
“i was hoping that you would want to spend more time with me. i would like to ask your permission to ask your mother to marry me.”
your eyebrows shoot up at the question. rafe has only been dating your mom for around five months now, and marriage this soon after a divorce seems like such a rush decision, but who are you to judge? you've never been married, you've never been in love.
“i-i guess that would be okay.” you see how happy rafe makes your mom, who are you to deny her that happiness?
“thank you.” rafe smiles, hand moving higher until he's tucked in between your thighs, feeling the heat radiating from your core. he strokes over your thigh as you spread your legs ever so slightly, giving him more space to work. your eyes fluttered closed, lost in the pleasure and rafe hasn't even touched over your underwear yet, just focusing on your inner leg.
“gonna be your new daddy.” rafe hums, his voice bringing you out of the trance that his hands put you in.
you stand up suddenly, making rafe frown as you run out of the study and up to your bedroom, slamming the door shut and heading over to your desk, looking at the drawing of rafe that you had just finished. you take the piece of paper and turn it face down, not wanting to think about him at the moment, wondering when he is going to propose to your mother.
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“i can dress myself.” you say, looking at the sparkly pink dress hanging on the back of the door, decorated in fabric petals to signify your role as flower girl, even though you told your mom that you were okay not being part of the wedding party, she insisted that you had to participate in her special day.
“your mother specifically asked me to help you get dressed. what kind of future husband would i be if i didn't listen to her?” rafe raises his eyebrows, already dressed in his wedding suit.
“can you turn around then?” you question, gesturing for him to turn, face out the window of the venue your mother had rented for the wedding. the grounds are beautiful, filled with flowers and neatly trimmed bushes.
“what if something happens, baby?” rafe shakes his head. “i can't help you if im turned around.”
“you want me to get undressed in front of you?” you squeal.
“come on, im about to be your dad.” rafe says softly. “besides, im just helping you into your dress. unless you want me to help you take those clothes off too?”
“no!” you shake your head, looking one more time to rafe to see if he's going to look away, but he makes no move to as you pull you unbutton your shirt, careful not to have worn a shirt that required pulling off over the head since your hair and makeup is already done.
you're thankful for the simple bra covering your breasts as you keep your eyes on the floor, tugging your pants off.
rafe stands up straight from his position leaning over he armoire and grabs your dress, lowering it to the ground so you can step in, having already unzipped it in preparation.
you step in quickly, wanting to get covered again as soon as possible, feeling the burn of rafes stare on your scantily clad body, but for your fast movements, rafe is slow, gliding the dress up your body, hands occasionally brushing against your bare skin until the neckline is finally in its proper place.
rafe rounds your body, tugging the zipper up, again letting his finger drag against your skin all the way up.
“you look so beautiful.” rafe ducks his head, kissing your shoulder. you gasp at his lips on you, leaning back into his body as your mind goes dizzy.
“can't wait to be your daddy.” rafe presses another kiss to the space between your shoulder and neck before standing straight, wrapping his hand around yours.
“let me walk you outside, little princess.” rafe is glowing, and you know logically it must be because of his wedding day to your mom, but a large part of you hopes that it's also because he's excited for you as well.
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“how does a boat day sound, little one?” rafe asks, tugging on your curl that had fallen in front of your face.
“i thought mom had a facial today?” you question, closing your book after slotting the bookmark to save your page.
“she does, i thought the two of us could go. some daddy daughter bonding time.” rafe says, always making a point to have solo time with you since he got married to your mom two months ago.
“okay, that sounds fun.” you nod, wanting an excuse to lay out and tan, and you've found yourself loving spending time with rafe, especially now that he was officially part of the family. he certainly would never replace your dad, but he's made an effort to make you more comfortable around him.
“let me help you pick out a bikini.” rafe says, and you hop up off the couch as he starts to move towards your room.
“no, rafe, that's okay.” you rush after him, taking the stairs as fast as you can.
“come on, let me see. ive never even been in your room!” rafe says, reaching for your doorknob, but you thrust yourself in front of the door, blocking him.
“i… i have my drawings on the wall. i don't want you to see them.” you bite your lip, hoping rafe doesn't push.
“drawings of me?” rafe asks, touching his fingers to your chin and tilting your head up.
“some of them.” you admit, opening the door and trying to close it before rafe can see, but he grabs the wood and forces his body in before you can slam it behind him.
you press your back into the wall as rafe scans the room. you have an entire wall decorated with your drawings taped up. most are black and white with charcoal but you've colored some in as well. there are a lot of rafe, a lot of your mom, of friends you miss that live back in california. the one rafe walks up to is a nature sketch, of the outer banks beaches that you've come to live just as much as the packed los angeles ones.
“you're so talented.” rafe says earnestly. “how come you don't show people your art?”
“because they're just for me.” you say honestly. you've never had the urge to show your drawings to other people or pursue art further. it just wasn't something that girls in your family did. they were good wives and hostesses. they didn't have time consuming hobbies, especially if they didn't create an instant profit.
“well if you ever decide to sell anything, let me know right away. i’d pay anything to have one of your works hanging in my house.”
you don't mention that his house is now your house, considering he moved in with you right after the wedding. you're too busy blushing over the fact that he likes your art that much, what you deem just quick sketches, he thinks they're good enough to be displayed.
“now where are your bikinis?” rafe questions, moving on from the conversation, knowing you're not bold enough to change the topic yourself.
“um, hold on.” you open up your closet and grab a box out, dumping them all onto your bed. you're not sure why rafe wants to choose your swimsuit, but you don't question it.
rafe hums as he looks through the bikinis, tossing the ones he disapproves of back into the box.
“you dressed pretty slutty back in california, huh?” rafe looks at you, now moved back to your position of being pressed against the wall.
“i-” you begin to explain yourself, but rafe bursts out laughing. “don't look so scared, little one. im not angry. why don't you wear this one?” he tossed your orange bikini at you, probably the skimpiest one you own with the back being just a thong and cups barely big enough to cover your chest.
rafe doesn't say another word, exiting your room and leaving you to take a deep breath. you change into the bikini, looking at yourself in your full length mirror, surprised how much you've filled out the bikini since you last wore it a couple months ago. north carolina has done well for your appetite, filling in your stomach and plumping up your bum. you try to adjust your top to give you the illusion of bigger boobs, but it doesn't work. that's one part of you that didn't fill out at all.
you pull a coverup on over your body before you slip your feet into your sandals. rafe may have seen you in your underwear before but the various employees your mom always has around the house have not.
“ready, pretty baby?” rafe asks when you plop down the stairs, a tote bag in hand that you can see a couple water bottles sticking out of. rafe must be planning on taking the speedboat instead of the yacht, considering your mom insists on keeping it fully stocked despite not really enjoying being on the water, preferring to look at it from afar.
“very ready, d-” you pause when you realize you were about to call rafe daddy. you have just called him by his first name since he got married to your mom, but it almost slipped out anyways, some part of your subconscious associating him with that.
“it's okay, little one, if you want to call me daddy if you want to, or you can just call me rafe.” rafe says, taking your hand as he leads you out towards the dock, looking like your personal marina. you just nod on acknowledgement.
“speedboat today?” you ask as rafe leads you down.
“whatever you want.” he shrugs.
“something with a bed that i can lay and tan on?” you suggest, and rafe steers you towards the smaller of your family yachts.
you take a seat near the front of the ship as rafe goes to the helm to steer you to a secret spot he claims to know of. you pull out your sketchbook and shield it from the wind as you sketch out your view of rafe, a story up behind the dashboard of gears and gages as he drives the boat. you even include the reflection of the sun on the glass.
“here we are.” rafe anchors the boat near a sandbar with clear pale yellow sand, surprisingly devoid of any seaweed or debris.
“it's so pretty.” you say, making a mental note to sketch it before the tide rises. “it must have been so nice to grow up here.”
“mmm.” rafe nods, taking his shirt off. your eyes widen as he reveals his muscles. it's not the first time that you've seen him shirtless, but you've never been this close, and never alone.
“wanna swim before you tan kiddo?” rafe questions.
“um, yeah.” you shrug. you weren't that interested in swimming originally but now that you're at the sandbar you'd definitely like to explore.
“then you'll have to take your cover up off, show me your cute little body.” rafe says, tugging on the strap of your clothing.
“oh, right.” you hum, pulling the dress off over your head. rafe bites his lip, placing a hand on your waist.
“how do you not have a boyfriend? with a gorgeous body like this.” rafe sighs, slowly moving his hand lower, tangling his fingers in the strings of your bikini bottoms.
“shy, remember?” you giggle, letting yourself step closer to rafe as he looks down at you.
“you're too pretty to not be appreciated properly, little baby.” rafe sighs again, like he's actually upset at the thought of you being lonely.
you suddenly remember that rafe isn't some random older guy interested in you, but your step dad. the man your mom is newly married to. you step away and to avoid speaking any more, jump over the side of the boat into the sparkling water.
--
“so just rafe and i for the next week?” you question your mom, following her around her luxurious master suite as she packs a suitcase.
“it may be two weeks.” your mother says, shoving her clothes in before turning to her wall of heels.
“why isn't rafe going with you?” you question.
“y/n.” your mother sighs, stopping her work to turn to you. “please leave me alone to pack. i have to finish this divorce settlement with your father. as much as i'd like to show rafe off to him, rafe has business he needs to tend to here in the outer banks.”
you go to question what business, considering rafe doesn't seem to do anything other than flaunt after your mother, or sneak away moments with you when she's busy, but your mother gives you a pointed look so you shut your mouth, leaving the room.
--
“itll be nice to have some alone time with my favorite little girl.” rafe says, throwing his arm around you, pulling you into his side. you lean into him, reminding yourself over and over that your dad used to cuddle like this on the couch with you when you were little.
“don't you have business?” you question, letting your finger trace patterns on rafes jeans, swirling over the rough material.
“nothing that's more important then spending time with you.” rafe presses a kiss to the top of your head, and you're glad he can't see your face as it turns pink.
“could we have ice cream tonight?” you ask. you've been allowing yourself more and more to indulge in sweets.
“that sounds good, honey. do you want to choose the movie?” rafe hands you the remote and you turn something on, keeping yourself resting against his warm body.
you're about halfway through the movie when your tummy rumbles. you honestly got so engrossed in the film you forgot you were even leaning up against your step dad.
“is baby girl hungry?” rafe questions. “we can pause the movie and eat some ice cream now.”
you reach for the remote and pause it, mumbling something about wanting strawberry ice cream as rafe follows you into the kitchen, opening up the freezer and pulling out strawberry for you, and vanilla for himself.
“hey kiddo, get us bowls.” rafe asks you as he gets spoons. you have to get on your tiptoes to reach the shelf the bowls are on, cursing your short mother for giving you these genes.
you slide yourself up onto the counter as rafe hands you your now filled bowl. you barely have time to say thank you before putting the spoon in your mouth, letting out a moan as the taste hits your tongue. you've been craving ice cream all day and it's completely hitting the spot. you work quickly through the bowl, letting your satisfaction out in the forms of moans.
“stop moaning like that, baby.” rafe says, making you jump from the sudden and unusual roughness in his voice.
“‘m sorry.” you look down at your bowl of ice cream, setting it on the counter.
“it's okay.” rafe sighs, setting his bowl down as well.
“are you upset with me?” you ask, feeling tears well up in your eyes.
“no, little girl, im not.” rafe frowns, moving between your legs, your face for once the same height as his with you sat up on the counter. he takes your face in his big hands, stroking the rough pad of his thumb over your cheek.
“sorry baby girl. will you forgive me?” rafe tilts your face to keep you looking at him.
“yeah.” you nod, just glad that rafe isn't annoyed with you.
“you have ice cream on your mouth.” rafe says, and you reach up to wipe it off when rafe suddenly leans in, his mouth pressing against yours, tongue flickering out and licking over your lip, tasting the strawberry ice cream as well as a taste that is simply you.
you gasp in surprise, allowing rafe to slip his tongue into your mouth. you're not sure what to do, or how to react. you've kissed before, but never one as passionate or with this much tongue involved.
rafe presses another kiss to your lips before pulling away. your eyes are wide when he doesn't say anything to explain himself, simply looking at you.
“you just kissed me!” you say, as if he's unaware of his actions.
“i did, baby girl. did your dad not give you kisses?” he tilts his head to the side.
“maybe when i was little, and certainly not like that.” you gulp, wondering how your mom would feel if she saw that, but she wasn't home of course.
“well then it sounds like he wasn't a good father. good thing you have daddy rafe in your life now. do you want another kiss?”
“i- i think i do.” you say, licking your lips, not giving your brain any time to become reasonable and back out.
rafe presses his lips against yours again, and you find yourself kissing back. you fist your hands in his shirt, tugging him closer as you moan into his mouth, repeating the same sinful noises from when you were eating your ice cream.
“god, baby, your moans make me so hard.” rafe says against your lips, giving you only a quick second to take a deep breath before he's back to kissing you.
“do you wanna help out your daddy?” rafe asks, moving his lips to your jaw as he kisses there.
“yes.” you answer honestly. rafe has shown you nothing but affection, something you were so severely lacking that you would do anything for him to make up for it.
“want you to suck my cock.” rafe says, making you pull away from the kiss.
“i can't do that!” you say. not to mention that you have no clue how, but you certainly can't do that with your moms husband.
“but you can, baby. it's alright. you trust me, right?” rafe hums, in which you give a little nod.
“then you can help me out. you're so beautiful, baby girl. i can make you feel good too.”
“you can?” you question, tilting your head to the side.
“i can. we can go upstairs to your bedroom if it makes you feel more comfortable. i told you this beautiful little body needed to be appreciated. remember that, kiddo? so let me appreciate you.”
“what about mom?” you question. there's no way she would be okay with this.
“we don't have to tell her. we can just say we had a lot of daddy daughter time and keep it between us. our little secret.”
you're not sure what to say. as much as you want to see what this appreciation rafe is talking about feels like, you're nervous about hurting your mom or taking things too far, after all, rafe is your step dad.
“let me just give you another kiss while you think about it.” rafe says, placing one hand on your cheek and the other on your waist. “just a nice daddy daughter kiss, nothing naughty about it, little one.”
rafe presses his lips against yours, and all thought you have go out the window as you kiss him back, becoming more confident in your movements the longer you go. rafe tugs you closer to the edge of the counter, and you are quick to wrap your arms around his shoulders, trying to copy whatever you've learned from watching movies as well as doing what feels best.
rafe slips his tongue into your mouth again, and you cry out around it when he presses his hips forward, nestling something hard and rigid against your core.
“upstairs, please.” you whisper.
rafe nods, wrapping his arms around your hips and lifting you easily. you don't know how he navigates the house so well while you're still kissing, too engrossed in his lips to even let him see properly to walk faster.
he takes you to your room, your safe space that only he has been in. he sets you down on the bed, and you whine when your lips disconnect.
“shh, baby, im gonna make you feel real good soon. wanna suck daddies cock first?” rafe presses his thumb against your bottom lip, now pink and swollen from the intense make out.
“ive never done it before, i-i don't know how.” you admit, dropping your eyes to rafes crotch, the way his length is straining against his pants.
“ill teach you, baby.” rafe takes his shirt off, and you can't resist reaching out and running your hands over his smooth abs.
“you want to take your shirt off too, honey? let me see your cute little tits.”
you nod, letting rafe help you out of your shirt.
“no bra?” rafe questions, eyes widening when he realized he spent all day with you, not knowing you were bare under your shirt until now.
“its not like i need one.” you blush, going to reach to cover your chest, but rafe stops you.
“don't feel insecure, baby girl. your body is gorgeous. can i touch your chest?” rafe asks. you nod, your nipples jutting out from your skin now that they're exposed to the cold air.
rafe cups your tits, pushing what little is there up. he swipes his thumb over your nipple, making you throw your head back in pleasure. rafe smiles down at you, rubbing over your tits, feeling them with his palms, the way your nipples are hard against them.
“feels so good.” you whine, not even realizing that you had squeezed your eyes hard shut.
“i know, baby.” rafe chuckles, kneeling into the floor between your legs. “let me show you how good my mouth feels too.” rafe pulls you closer to the edge, wrapping his lips around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth.
“oh my god, daddy!” you shout out, tangling your hands in rafes hair and holding him to your chest, never wanting the feeling to stop.
“mhm.” rafe mumbles against your skin, pressing a kiss to your nipple before gliding his tongue across your chest to the other side. “daddys gonna take real good care of you.”
“i wanna take care of you too.” you say as rafe sucks on your nipple, tugging it between his teeth gently. you hadn't forgotten the original reason you came upstairs, and want to see what you felt pressing against you earlier.
rafe straightens up, taking your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze before placing it over his crotch. you experiment with what makes rafe feel good as you feel him over his jeans, keeping your eyes on his face. you stroke the hard length, focusing on where you're guessing the tip is, and judging from the way rafe is groaning, it feels good.
“wanna see it.” you say, tugging on his waistband. “please.” you add in for good manners.
“oh, my baby girl, you never have to beg me.” rafe says, undoing his pants and pulling them down, stepping out and licking them away. your eyes widen when you realize there's a small wet spot on his underwear where you were focusing on earlier.
“are you ready?” rafe asks, his thumbs nudging under the waistband of his underwear.
“yes.” you nod, taking your eyes off his crotch as he drops the last layer of fabric, blinking up at rafe through fluttering eyelashes. rafe smiles at you, a soft grin reassuring you as he leans down, pressing a soft kiss against your lips.
you let your eyes close, focusing on the kiss as you reach out, exploring with your hands as you grasp his length, gasping into the kiss as you stroke your hand up and down. you don't know much about what you're doing, but you can tell that his cock is long and thick, you're barely able to wrap your small hand around him.
“feels so good, baby girl. making daddy so happy.” rafe says, groaning as you stroke your fingertip over the tip of his cock, collecting some of that wetness that you saw earlier.
rafe pulls away, standing back up straight as you finally look down, feeling a funny feeling in your stomach as you take in his cock, long and hard jutting away from his body, the tip a beautiful pink color that you want to capture with paint some day.
you take your fingertip into your mouth, licking over the wetness, the salty taste spreading over your tongue.
“you can just touch for longer if you're not ready to suck me yet.” rafe says, running a hand over your hair.
you don't respond, leaning forward and taking his tip into your mouth, furrowing your brows as you try to work out what to do, flicking your tongue over the head of his cock.
“that's good, baby girl.” rafe moans, resisting the urge to thrust forward, letting you explore on your own as you pull off to lick down his length, tracing over the vein running along the underside until you get to the base and press kisses as you move back up.
you take his cock back into your mouth, trying to take as much as him as you can, only managing a few inches before you gag and pull off a little. you suck the best you can with him taking up so much space, being aware of where your teeth are and not letting them touch the sensitive skin. you'd never want to hurt rafe.
“feels so good, little one.” rafe groans, pressing his hand to the back of your head, pushing you back down onto his cock, further and further until you sputter and have to pull off with a cough.
“are you okay?” rafe questions, but you just give a quick nod before retaking him in your mouth, closing your eyes and focusing on moving up and down, even though you can't take him all the way, you focus on keeping a rhythm, repeating whatever motion makes rafe moan the loudest.
“you can use your hand too.” rafe says, taking your hand in his and wrapping it around the base of his length. you hum in acknowledgement, pulling off to lick at rafes tip to get more of the salty taste as your hand strokes up and down his cock. you kiss his very tip, almost as a thank you for your step daddy for letting you make him feel good.
“im so proud of you, my little baby.” rafe says, and you glow under his praise, sucking his cock back between your lips as you bob your head, running your tongue over him as well.
“fuck!” rafe suddenly pulls away, making you pout.
“come back daddy.” you try to reach out for them, but rafe reaches down and squeezes his cock tightly by the base, chest heaving.
“you almost made daddy feel too good.” he says, giving his cock a quick stroke like he's unable to resist it.
“were you… going to cum?” you question, quirking your head to the side.
“and what would you know about cumming?” rafe questions, making you blush.
“ive watched movies!” you argue.
“want me to help you learn more? i can make you cum.”
“h-how?” you question. sure, you've seen movies but you haven't exactly studied the details.
“i can use my mouth and fingers to make you feel good, just like you did for me, baby girl.” rafe explains, and you don't hesitate to nod.
“gonna have to take your pants off then, baby.” rafe explains, helping you stand up on slightly shaky legs as you pull your pants down, taking your underwear with it, not wanting to waste time before rafe helps you feel good.
“why don't you lay down?” he asks, running a finger over your cheek. you nod, laying down on your bed, head against your pillows, keeping your legs pressed firmly together, worried about how wet you are in your private area.
rafe climbs onto the bed, hovering his body over yours, admiring his tiny and innocent you look beneath him, despite being completely nude. he presses down, his cock rubbing against your stomach as he captures your mouth, tongue flicking into yours. you relax into the bed, feeling safe again getting kisses from your daddy.
“spread those legs for me.” he emplores you. “let me see your pretty little pussy.”
you part your thighs, rafe moving down your body, pressing kisses to your chest and stomach as he gets closer and closer to where you are craving.
he finally settles in between your legs, hands gripping your thighs. he stares at your glistening pussy, shiny with your wetness.
rafe slowly rubs his finger over your slit before parting your lips, his breath catching when he sees all of you. he leans in tongue falling out as he licks a wide stripe over your cunt.
“oh my god, rafe!” you cry out, back arching, having never experienced such a feeling before.
“you taste delicious, kiddo.” rafe says, burying his face in your cunt as he continues lapping over your cunt, overwhelming you with pleasure.
you whine as he switches to kissing, also giving your inner thighs some attention. he places his hand at the top of your cunt, pulling up to stretch out your skin as he leans in and gives your skin a kiss in a new spot, one that makes you scream, body shaking as you attempt to move away, the pleasure too much for you to take.
“shh, it's okay.” rafe says, moving back to kissing your thighs.
“what was that?” you question, breathing heavily, causing your chest to heave.
“that was your clit, baby. kissing that is like how i felt when you were kissing the tip.” he explains, not judging you for your inexperience. “can i keep going?”
“yes, daddy, please.”
rafe listens, but makes sure to move slowly, getting you used to his mouth in the area as he licks around your clit without directly touching it. you moan out a mix of his name and daddy, blabbing about how good it is when his tongue flicks over your clit, sending another flood of wetness over your cunt.
“good girl.” rafe says quickly, hoping that's all the praise you need to be comfortable, not wanting to take his mouth off of your pussy as he concentrates on your clit, going from holding his tongue flat against it to flicking quickly, showing you all the different types of things he can do to pleasure you.
“st-stop.” you say, trying to shove rafes head away when you feel something building in you, not wanting to topple over the edge. “it's too much!” you shout, but rafe does something new, taking your clit between his lips and sucking it in his mouth.
“im gonna- im gonna-” you sob out some sort of warning, unsure of what is actually going to happen as your sobs shift into a scream, your hips picking up off the bed as you try to squeeze them shut, but rafes hand pushes your thighs to keep them open.
you fall over whatever edge you were on, vision going black as shaking overtakes your body, and controversially to what your were trying to do earlier, you now press your cunt into rafes face as he keeps sucking, working you through your high as he pets your thighs, hoping the bit of soft loving attention helps you through it.
“oh my god, daddy.” you whine, tears streaming down your face as he pulls off, pressing a kiss to your cunt before moving up your body, pulling you against him as he flips, allowing you to rest against his chest.
“it's okay, baby, breathe.” he soothes you, his hand rubbing over your back.
“that was really good.” you tell rafe after a minute of struggling to get your breath back. “thank you daddy.” you lean in and give him a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.
“want to keep going? or we can be done for tonight if that's what you need, little baby.” rafe says, wanting to take things at your pace, especially after seeing how explosive your orgasm was.
“more.” you say, slotting your leg over rafes body, pressing your chest into his, rubbing your nipples against his skin as you connect your lips, this time taking control of the kiss.
you rub your cunt against rafes abs, soaking them in your slick.
“baby-” rafe warns as you move down, rubbing your cunt over his cock.
“fuck me, daddy.” you say, wanting to feel good together.
“let me-” rafe tries to get out, but you push his cock against your hole, trying to slide down when your get a flare of pain, shouting and pulling off.
“baby girl, you have to let me finger you first. as much as i want you right now, ive got to open you up since it's your first time.” rafe explains, and you whimper out, nodding.
“come sit on my tummy, come on.” rafe tugs your hips, and you move so you're sat on his abs, leaning back slightly so your cunt is on show.
“let me know if it hurts, okay?” rafe says, his hands rubbing over your inner thighs, admiring how tiny you are even when sat on top of him.
“i will daddy.” you hum as he strokes his pointer finger over your cunt, making sure to get it thoroughly wet. he moves down to your entrance, circling it before pressing the tip of his finger against it, breaking through the tight ring of muscle.
“oh, fuck.” you cry out, reaching behind you to grip rafes hips for stability.
rafe can move easily with one finger because of how wet you are, pushing all the way in with relative ease, but he can feel how you're still squeezing around him.
“gonna add a second, okay.” rafe gives you a warning, not wanting to take too long before he can get inside of you, needing to be buried in your cunt.
rafe pushes a second finger in, making you whine at the sudden stretch. he moves in and out with pace, not letting you focus on the pain as pleasure quickly overtakes you.
“there you go, stay nice and relaxed for me little one.” rafe says, and you make an effort to breathe and keep your legs from going taut as he scissors his fingers, thumb coming to rub over your clit when he sees your face twist in pain.
“i know it hurts, baby, but trust your daddy. gonna make it feel all better.” he says softly, wanting to pull you down into another kiss but knowing you need to focus on staying calm at the moment.
“it's okay, i do trust you daddy.” you say, voice breathy.
“love you so much.” rafe says, flicking over your clit as you cry out, never having heard rafe say the words to you before, but of course he does, he's your step dad after all.
“please, inside me, p-please.” you moan out.
“okay, fuck-” rafe curses out. “okay.” he takes his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth to clean off before flipping so you're on your back on the bed, his body hovering over yours, hips slotted between yours like he was meant to be there.
“im gonna try and go slow.” rafe says, the key word there being try. he knows how hard it's been to resist you this long, it's going to be even harder to control himself once he's inside you.
rafe grabs his cock, rubbing the tip over your messy cunt before lining up with your entrance, sinking forward as he pushes inside of your heat. you cry out, wrapping your arms around rafes shoulders, needing the connection to get through this as his hips press all the way in, his cock lodged deep inside of you.
“breathe through it, baby girl.” rafe says, stroking your hips with his large hands as you take a stuttering breath, adjusting to his length inside you.
you circle your hips, brows furrowed as you get used to the sensation. you press up, then down, moving yourself while he stays still, allowing you to explore.
“i-i gotta move baby.” rafe finally says, and you nod, still keeping him squeezed close to you as his hips move back, his cock sliding almost completely out of you before pushing back in, keeping his self control by moving slowly.
“this is what a good step daddy does?” you ask, rubbing your hand over the back of his head.
“yes, i take care of you, baby.” rafe says, burying his head in your neck, kissing the sensitive skin there.
“i love you daddy.” you tell rafe, clenching your cunt around him when he starts to move faster, rafe letting a grunt out against your skin.
“so good for me, little one. our little secret.” rafe picks up speed, his cock stretching you open, making space for himself.
“can we-” you gasp out when he pushes all the way in, his hips rubbing against your clit. “can we keep doing this? even when mom gets back?” now that you've felt this level of pleasure, you don't want to go back to going without it.
“of course, baby. we just have to be careful.” he says, sucking a light hickey into your neck, one that should heal before your mom gets back.
“is it bad?” you ask, even as you spread your thighs apart more, “is it bad that we are doing this? won't mom be mad if she finds out?”
“baby, don't worry about that.” he sighs, picking his head up to look you in the eye. “just focus on how good you feel. i love you, i don't love your mom like this.”
“you don't?” you question, eyebrows raising up.
“the love a daddy feels for his little girl is different.” rafe says, pressing his cock as deep as he can inside of you, and you swear he's all the way into your stomach.
“you don't fuck her like this?”
“no, only you. my little girl.” rafe kisses you, and you moan into the kiss, moving your legs to wrap around his hips, raising and lowering yourself to meet his thrusts.
“my little baby. my sweet girl.” rafe moans, his cock swelling inside of you. “gonna cum inside you, baby. we are gonna feel so good together.”
he moves one of the hands that's gripping your hip to your cunt, rubbing his fingers right over your clit harshly, needing you to cum at the same time as him.
“daddy-” you gasp, throwing your head back, “daddy, you can't, i'll get pregnant.”
“it's okay, little one.” rafe pants, struggling to hold himself back any longer. “cum for me. don't think about getting pregnant. you'd look so cute for me with your tummy all swelled up. gonna fill you with my cum, put a baby in you.”
“yes, yes!” you cry out, rafes fingers pushing you to the edge as his orgasm finally hits, cumming with a shake as he pumps you full, filling your cunt with all of the cum he has to offer. he keeps pumping despite feeling oversensitive, wanting to make sure he stuffs you.
“fuck, daddy!” you whine, pushing his hand away from your clit when it becomes too much.
“my good girl, shh.” rafe presses your lips together, carefully pulling his cock out of you, looking down as his cum slides out of your hole. he reaches down with one hand, ignoring your whine as he pushes his fingers, and the cum, back into your pussy. rafe smirks to himself as you moan, grasping at him with your little hands, thinking to himself that getting her innocent young daughter pregnant is the perfect way for your mom to ask for a divorce.
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Could I ask a smut with klaus and a mermaid reader? She comes to the surface and he shows her the pleasures of the human body (and what is between the legs she just got
Dream come true
Klaus was prone to secrets so when he started taking day trips each week without any explanation, his family knew it was best to just pretend it wasn’t happening. They assumed he was probably out slaughtering innocents, none of them would have guessed he was sneaking off to the coast of Louisiana to see a mermaid.
The rare few times the originals had encountered mermaids…well they had been rather viscous creatures, sirens.
But y/n was a creature of delicacy and grace. She was shy and skittish, not Klaus’s usual type at all and yet he didn’t even want to deny that he had fallen for her.
Klaus had been down there at the very least once a week if not more. They had a cave they would meet at where the water was shallow enough for him to just reach the bottom if he wanted to and still deep enough for her to swim around freely.
Sometimes he would just sit on the ledge and let his legs float in the water while she laid on her back and spoke to him of the ocean drama. He loved to listen to how the other mer-people behaved, or even better when she began to speak of the animals. It never failed to impress him how comfortable the dolphins were with her. A few times now, at night when nobody was out, Klaus would have each hand on a fin of a two dolphins as she giggled and brought him further out.
Sometimes he managed to swim himself out but would his body would often get tired despite his supernatural abilities, because he hadn’t been feeding when he was with her it made him weaker. He initially underestimated how strong her rail was until he had grown tired of treading water and she wrapped her arms around his midsection, keeping him above the surface for another hour before holding his hand and swimming him back to land.
Klaus had never owned so many swimming trunks before. He also learned that most of his gifts weren’t very incredible to someone like her. Most jewels were in the ocean which meant a pearl necklace from him was just another tacky accessory for a mermaid. She never told him that of course, always showed her appreciation and wore the items each time he saw her but after a while he realised that she already owned an excessive amount and tried to get her things she didn’t yet have.
He found that something as simple as a hand carved, stone mermaid meant so much more to her than anything he could buy her. Framed drawings and human clothes were also of her interest.
Klaus had bought her a variety of pretty bras and bikini tops which always seemed to make her beam up at him and go behind the rocks to change into. Until, after a while, he had sat behind her on the edge of the rocks to slip the make-shift, shell bra off of her chest so he could pull the new patterned one on.
Once they knew each other well and saw one another more and more often, Klaus would pick her up, wrap her in a blanket and carry her around for a while so she could see some things on land. Often they would just sit up on the beach during the very early hours of the morning before anyone came by.
And it was one of those mornings where their usual sweet kisses became passionate making out and then his hands had snapped the material of her bra and he was gripping them desperately. She had no idea what he was doing but it felt indescribable to her and she couldn’t help the sounds she was producing when his lips pulled at her nipple and her tail began to lift and hit the sand. His hands rubbed down her scales smoothly and he forgot what she was for a moment as he went to open her nonexistent legs making her pull away in pain when he pulled at her tail.
He had apologised of course and put her sparkly bra back on. Klaus pulled her onto his lap and gently stroked her hips down as he whispered his “sorry”s over and over.
It was difficult not being able to have her the way he dreamt of. All he fantasised about was being able to make love to her. He wouldn’t be able to count the amount of times he had gotten off to a painting of her, the thought of her.
One day when they were down at the beach and they laid with each other on the sand, allowing the water to wash over them both every few seconds, her fingers had been stroking up and down his body lovingly when she came in contact with something unfamiliar.
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Her brows furrowed and his eyes squeezed shut as he kept in the grunt that threatened to escape him. She lifted her head in curiosity to look at the outline of the hard object in his swim shorts, a smile grew on her lips
“Did you get me another present?” She asked, surprised and excited but he only groaned softly and lifted her hand away when she tried to feel for what it was.
“No princess” he murmured “I’m sorry that’s not…fuck that’s not for you right now, my love” he told her while sitting up. She frowned a little in confusion but kept a smile on her face as to not show any disappointment that it wasn’t something for her.
“Is it… for someone else?” She asked quietly, trying to sound unbothered but he knew she was thinking he had bought someone else something
“Oh no no, it’s not…it’s not for anyone…it’s mine” he muttered while clearing his throat. His face was beat red as she asked her next question.
“Can I see it?” She smiled brightly he could feel himself twitch. His wolf was howling at him to take advantage of this moment and let her see his poor cock.
“It’s…it’s apart of me, love” he explained but she only got more confused. The water flowing up and down him wasn’t helping his situation, as well as her close proximity and lack of coverage for her top half. She had become much more comfortable with not wearing anything around him when she realised how good he could make her feel and how much he seemed to love the sight since that first morning.
“Well what is it?” She questioned with the slightest tilt of her head.
“It’s…something special that I suppose most sea creatures might not have…or it might not be as visible I’m not sure but mermen don’t have them sweetheart just human men.” He tried to give a short answer but everything he said brought more curiosity.
“Well I love human things and I love you so I’ll love this too I promise” she beamed at him and he couldn’t help the groan he let out as he banged the back of his head against the ground making her frown and worry. “You don’t have to share it” she told him quickly, not wanting him to hurt himself if she was upsetting him “I’m sorry, if it’s special then-“
“No..It’s not that I don’t want you to see Princess, because believe me, I would love you to have a look…it’s just…” he took a breath as he tried to think of a way to explain this too her. “It can make me feel a lot of things…it’s very sensitive and…precious?” He pinched himself at his own choice of words and sat up making her pull herself up too. She looked up at him with wide eyes when he shifted higher up the beach.
“I won’t ask anything else if you don’t want, just don’t leave yet please” she whispered thinking he was getting up to go, her eyes desperately looking to him so he would stay another hour.
“No…I’m not going, I’m just…thinking” he told her softly. She nodded and reached forward to hold his hand gently with a small smile on her face as she tried to stop herself from looking down at the mysterious thing in his shorts. He pursed his lips before coming to a decision and nodding. “Alright my love, I’m going to show you okay?” He announced while cupping her cheek with one hand and watching her face light up.
“Really?” She grinned and he nodded
“Just looking for now okay?”
“Mhm”
He kissed her lips briefly before hesitantly pulling his shorts down enough to let his cock aping out of them. Her eyes followed it with interest as it appeared even bigger then she had thought. She looked it over closely making his brows furrow as she did so. He wasn’t sure how to behave in this position, he definitely wasn’t prepared for her hand to wrap around it and pull it in curiosity
“Y/n!” He quickly grabbed her wrist “let’s not be so aggressive sweetheart” he told her, his eyes wide as she immediately let go and began to apologise. “It’s alright, just-“ he brought her hand back to it and slowly guided her to stroke him up and down. “Slow and steady” he whispered and she followed his lead. His breathing shallowed as she kept up the action after he let her wrist go and instead stroked her hair gently while telling her to go faster or slower every now and then.
She leaned her head down when a bead of white fluid trickled down one side “what’s that?” She whispered and he groaned at the feel of her hot breath over his tip.
“It just- it means you’re doing good princess” he grunted and she smiled.
“Really?” She stroked him a little faster, enjoying how his face twisted in pleasure and his body shuddered and arched.
Klaus’s mouth dropped open when he felt the heat of her tongue on his cock, pure ecstasy on his face as his eyes fluttered. Y/n hadn’t thought twice about the action, she just wanted to taste the liquid that meant he was happy. And oh was she glad she tried it, she liked it so much that she decided if she sucked harder then she would get more out of him. Which in all fairness she wasn’t wrong but it took Klaus and his body by surprise as he was forced into a much needed orgasm. If the situation had been different then he would have been embarrassed by how quick he came but it wasn’t like she knew how long most men lasted anyway. All she cared amount was gulping him down until he was milked dry.
Klaus nearly had to drag her off his cock when she kept sucking,
“I want some more” she whined while using her hand to make his dick big and hard again
“Princess- it’s sensitive, be gentle” he reminded and she nodded.
“Sorry” she whispered and slowly stroked him again, smiling when his hands cupped her face and guided her lips back down to his tip.
And from that day her mouth on his cock seemed to become more and more common. Whenever to noticed him to be hard, she was happy to make him feel better and drink his…milk.
Often Klaus would toy with her breasts while she licked his dick and played with his balls with interest. He couldn’t help but love the way she found everything about his body so incredibly fascinating, how eager she was to please him and watch his reactions. The louder he was, the more enthusiastic she felt.
She was always needing and he could only imagine what would happen if she ever had a human form.
It was topic that came up rather often actually. She had asked him once if there were any spells he knew of to let her be human, even just for a day. Y/n had made it very much clear that even though she dreamt have the ability to turn human, she wouldn’t trade her tail to be permanently human and Klaus understood that. He wouldn’t ask her to give who she was up. Just like he wouldn’t abandon his family to be a merman, but he would still entertain the idea of having fins for a day.
There had been so many nights in the water, both floating on their backs and looking up at the stars, fingers interlaced as they spoke about what they would do if one of them were able to become the other.
Klaus had told Y/n of all the different places in the world and Y/n told Klaus of the world below. Both sounded unbelievable to the other and Klaus had even brought her paintings and souvenirs from different countries while Y/n gave him shells and pearls from different oceans. Once or twice Klaus had set up a canvas on the beach and had Y/n explain the sea kingdom so he could try and envision it.
Y/n had tried to look for possible ways to turn one way or the other in the sea world, asking other mer-people and enchantresses. She was able to locate and come into possession of a special shell necklace that needed to be spelled by both a sea witch and a land witch to bind the magic and allow the being to wear it to turn into a mer-person in the water and a human when dry. So she brought it to Klaus on their next day together and he took it back home with him and found the most powerful witch he could to ensure the spell would work.
She had tried to convince him to wear it first but he shook his head and claimed that she deserved it more. He knew she had wanted to experience human life since young and so she should get to first. He promised when she had seen the perks of humanity then he would come with her to meet her family and friends as well.
But for the time being, he wanted her dreams to come true.
Which brought us to now.
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Klaus carried Y/n to the steps at the very top of the beach, he grabbed a towel from the car and gently dried her tail until both of them felt the buzz of magic in the air and the mermaid features vanished from her body. A scream left her as legs formed in place on her tail and his hand quickly covered her mouth as to not alarm locals.
“Sh sh sweetheart it’s okay” he chuckled watching her struggle to move them individual instead of together. Her eyes were wide and her breathing was fast. It didn’t register to him that she was naked, he didn’t care at that moment either, he was just so happy to see her having this experience.
Klaus lifted her onto her feet, instantly catching her when she failed to balance herself and fell backwards. Instead he shook his head with a laugh and carried her to the car. She had never been in a ‘moving thing’ before, only seen them parked and was petrified the whole time.
Klaus had let her scroll through his Spotify and find the artists she had favoured over their time together until they got to a hotel that klaus had pre booked for the week. They were in agreement that they would alternate in a week to wear the shell necklace so they both got the full experience of the other.
So he came prepared and had a suitcase of flowy dressed ready for her. He didn’t want anything too tight on her new legs and he wanted her to feel both pretty and comfortable.
But for the time being he pulled a top over her head and with much confusion on her end, a pair of panties up her legs. That was when she realised she had something between her legs, but not the same as what he had which only baffled her further. So when he went to get her some food, she decided to touch it. Turns out it was just as sensitive as his seemed to be, just as addictive as she rubbed her fingers against herself and tried to stop herself from making such needy sounds.
Klaus’s eyes almost fell out of his head when he found her squirming amongst the blankets, moaning and whining with her hand between her legs.
He shoved the takeaway bags on the side and kicked the door shut. She was clearly not paying attention as her hips thrust up and her legs shook. Only when her wrists were grabbed ahold of and she lost ahold of that intense pleasure she was chasing did she seem to come back to reality. Her eyes found his as she panted like a dog in heat. Klaus let out a chuckle at her behaviour and shook his head
“Couldn’t wait just 10 minutes could you sweetheart?” He murmured as he lifted her soaked hands to his mouth and licked them clean. She couldn’t help the moan that left her as he did so.
She looked up at him with glassy eyes as he kept her still. “I want to touch” she whispered and he hummed
“Feels good doesn’t it princess?” He teased and she nodded
“Does it feel like that when I touch you there?” She asked quietly and he nodded
“A little different but the overall outcome is pretty much the same.” He told her and she nodded in understanding. He let go of her hands and watched as she looked to his for permission before rubbing her fingers against her swollen clit. He shifted to kneel between her legs and placed a hand on each thigh. She let out a whine as he pushed them as far apart as she could manage before leaning down and blowing air over her core.
She moved her fingers away when she noticed his mouth inching closer and closer. After seeing how Klaus had writhed in pleasure when she put her mouth in him, she couldn’t wait for him to do it back.
As soon as his tongue laid flat against her bundle of nerves, she was a mess. He rubbed it back and forth against her, rolled it through her folds and back up to her pulsing pearl. Her fingers curled into his curls and nearly yanked them out of his head as his tongue went inside her and his nose rubbed her clit.
Klaus continued to lap at her her only a minute before she was cumming all over his face and screaming at the overwhelming rush.
He kissed from her soft little pussy, up to her face as she whimpered pleasantly. Her licks locked with his as his hands slid up under her t-shirt to squeeze her breasts the way he always did.
“Can you do it again?” She whispered needily and he chuckled with a smile as he pulled away and looked down at her.
“I’m going to give you something better” he told her and she tilted her head in question but he only grinned back at her.
He kept a hand on her knee, keeping it pressed against the bed so her legs were open while he kicked his jeans and boxers off and onto the floor. Her eyes lit up at the sight of his hard cock and her hand’s immediately reached forward to stroke it. He groaned softly in response and reluctantly tapped her wrist so she would stop
“Thank you sweetheart but you don’t need to do that this time” he whispered and she hesitantly nodded and took her hands away. “Good girl, now just relax a moment and close you eyes” he guided and she did so.
Though it didn’t last long for her eyes flew open when he thrust his whole cock inside her with one abrupt thrust. The stretch stung and a cry left her lips as she tried to push him away.
“Sh sh princess, it’s okay, it’s gonna feel much better in a minute” he told her gently, trying to calm her down as her cunt squeezed him unbearably tight for the next few moments.
Slowly, he began to rock his hips back and forth. His mouth hung open at the feel and sound of her sopping pussy gripping him as he slid within her. His hands grabbed onto the sheets beside her head as he moved a little faster. His mind was spinning with pleasure, he had fucked a lot of women in his time, a lot of virgins too but never had he fucked someone so wet and tight, not someone as loud as she was.
Neither one of them registered the banging coming from the other side of the wall as she screamed and moaned as though her life depended on it. His hand coming down to rub his thumb against her clit only made her louder as she seemed to only get tighter.
He continued to thrust himself in and out of her through her orgasm, his groans became dragged out moans as he kept fucking into her desperately. Klaus pulled her legs over his shoulders causing her to cry out over and over for him to go faster. She could barely comprehend anything when he went at his max speed, having her cum again without warning. Her sounds and words were a blur as he kept up his pace until he was unable to stop the wave of pleasure running through him. He came with a broken gasp, his hands grabbing onto her and holding her right against him as he slowed his movements and pumped her full of him.
They both laid still, his body trapping hers underneath him as they came down from their highs.
“I love having legs” she whispered, eyes wide with wonder. Klaus let out a laugh and nodded in agreement
“I love your legs too sweetheart” he told her in amusement.
They both laid there for a while, he cleaned her up of course so she wasn’t sticky, and then they both relaxed in one another’s hold.
His hands pet her hair gently, her touch as loving as he had ever been and his words were innocent ramblings of what they would do the next few days while she was in human form and where she wanted to go.
She looked up at him with a frown
“How am I supposed to top this?” She asked him and he furrowed his brows
“What do you mean?”
“Well you just gave me the best feeling in the world…how am I supposed to replicate that when you become a merman for a week?” She questioned and he laughed
“That’s what you’re nervous about?” He grinned and she nodded. “Sweetheart, you’ve been giving me the best feeling of my life since that day on the beach” he whispered and she smiled with a blush.
“Am I still allowed to do that?” She whispered and he nodded.
“Of course you can princess” he smiled and she beamed back. It never failed to please him with how eager she was to suck him off, even after giving everything he had to her, she still found her own pleasure in seeing him happy.
He smiled as she snuggled closer onto him, her legs tangling with his and her face in his chest as she began to drift to sleep.
The next morning he had arranged to take her out for brunch before letting her choose anywhere on the map where she wanted to go see.
He was determined to make her time on land worth it.
#mermaid!reader#mermaid#klaus mikaelson#the originals#the vampire diaries#soft!klaus mikaelson#klaus mikaelson x reader#klaus mikaelson one shot#klaus mikealson fanfiction#klaus mikaleson imagine#rebekah mikaelson#niklaus imagines#the vampire diares imagine#elijah mikaelson#klaus m#klaus mikaelson x y/n#kol mikaelson#niklaus mikaelson#tvd klaus#klaus michaelson#tvd universe#hope mikaelson#klaus mikaelson headcanon#klaus mikaelson fluff#klaus mikaelson yandere#klaus mikealson smut#klaus mikaelson x yn#klaus mikealson x reader#tvdu smut#tvdu imagines
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𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏𝟖
i thought it was waterproof
tags/ warnings: games designer! jungkook, non-idol au, established relationship, smut in the forms of: outdoor stuff!!! by the pool!!!, fingering, boob man jungkook
word count: 1.2k
notes: yippee!!
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You had to hand it to Jungkook, the entire vacation had been more than you could ever dream of. And the day you found out the Airbnb had a pool; you’d asked him every single morning if the both of you had enough time in his meticulously planned schedule for a day by the pool in the back garden.
Jungkook could do lengths while you sunbathed, catching up on a book you’d had on hold for months now. Skin sun kissed warm, sunscreen tacky. Jungkook’s skin glistened with water each time his head rose out of the water for air, hair clinging to his forehead. Which he pushes out of his face, seemingly unaware of how utterly good he looked while doing so. Whatever higher being that sits there crafting every soul taking that little bit longer on forming Jungkook and his entire being.
“Jungkook” you call out his name when he takes a break, arms braced on the edge of the pool after another set of laps.
He perks up, eyes a little wide at the sound of his name as he pushes himself towards the side of the pool you’re on.
“Hmm?” he hums.
“Don’t you want this?” you ask him, pulling that dreaded little box from your bag beside your chair.
Jungkook’s eyes are impossibly wide, heart clawing its way up his throat at the sight of the ring box in your hands. He doesn’t think so many words have rattled about in his mind at once. So many questions dying out on his tongue.
Because if he asked if you’d looked inside, then surely, you’d figure out that it wasn’t really his smart watch. That he’d lied on a whim because he couldn’t tell you what was really inside because that would ruin the surprise. He swallows, eyes trained on the box before he’s glancing up at you.
“Oh um…” he starts, fingers tapping against the edge of the pool, water rippling around his body, “I don’t think it’s waterproof”
Silence stretches between the both of you for a moment, “I could have sworn it was…” your eyes narrow.
Jungkook shakes his head, arms flexing as he pushes himself out of the pool.
“Definitely not” he shakes his head, droplets of water cooling your legs, your boyfriend similar to that of a wet dog as he tries to dry himself off.
“I thought you got the waterproof one because you wanted to track your swimming, but they closed the pool down”
You tilt your head to look up at him as he slinks towards you, his knee pressing onto the sun lounger beside your leg.
“Have I told you how pretty you look today?” he murmurs, hand running up the length of your leg, gentle as he teases over the waist band of your bikini. Other hand pulling the small box from between your fingers, slipping it in the back pocket of his swim shorts.
“Yeah” you whisper, “when you fucked me in the shower. After breakfast too actually, and then when I made you coffee”
He hums, back bending so he can lean down and press a kiss to your bare shoulder. He’s ever so gentle, lips skimming across your warm skin, pressing that little bit harder when he gets to your collarbones. You feel his teeth nip at your skin, tongue pressing over the same place before he’s sucking. Evidence of his love blossoms under your skin, that slight twinge of pain slipping down your body and straight to your cunt as the visual mark he leaves behind as he travels further down your body.
You feel his fingers slip under the strap of the bikini, tugging it down your shoulders. His hands glide over your back to tug at the string that holds the top up, pulling the piece of fabric off you.
He groans, impatient as his hand grabs onto one of your boobs, fingers digging into the flesh as he cranes his neck down so his lips can wrap around your nipple. You feel his teeth graze over the sensitive skin, pussy clenching at the thrum of pleasure that ebbs throughout your body as he worships your body.
“So pretty” he murmurs, lips barely pulled away from you as he kisses over your chest, thumb brushing over one of your nipples, teeth nipping at your skin, utterly obsessed with the mere existence of you.
“Love you so much”
You hum, laugh catching in the back of your throat, moan slipping off your tongue when he really does sink his teeth into the meat of your chest.
“Shit—Jungkook” you whine, fingers tangling into his hair as he pressed his face further into your chest, hands running down the sides of your body.
You don’t miss the rouge hand that teases at your bikini bottom, dipping below the waist band. His fingers tease over your clit, your hips bucking upwards at the sudden rush of pleasure.
“God I love you so much” he presses another kiss against your chest as his fingers dip into your cunt. You clench around the intrusion, breathy laugh falling past Jungkook’s lips, tickling your skin as he gently thrusts his finger into you.
Another hickey blooms over your chest, his tongue laving over the mark.
You start rutting your hips up onto his fingers, palm of his hand pressing against your clit in the most delicious way as you chase your own high.
Your book slips off the chain, dull thump drowned out by the sound of Jungkook’s name slipping off your tongue like a mantra. His fingers slip out of you, slicked up in your own arousal and he thrums over your clit, sending you reeling further towards your orgasm.
You can feel your stomach tighten, fingers digging into the meat of his arms as your back arches, another wave of slick leaking out of you with each tingly wonderful sort of pleasure that has you seeing stars.
“Gonna cum for me pretty?” he urges, fingers tapping over wet pussy. Thumb falling back over your clit to pull you closer to where he wants you, teetering on the edge.
“Mmhmm” you nod, mouth falling open in a silent moan, hips frantic as you chase your own selfish pleasure.
“Cum for me then” he murmurs, lips wrapping around your nipple, teeth grazing over it, unbridled, raw, pleasure shoots straight to your pussy, enough to send you headfirst into your orgasm.
You blubber his name, hands still holding onto him like he were your only life line.
He fingers slow over your clit, teasing as they dip back into your cunt before pulling out so he can smear your own slick and cum over your folds, final sparks of pleasure ebbing throughout your body as you slowly come down from your high.
“So good for me, my pretty girl” his lips brush against the side of your neck, “Always so good for me”
Your chest stutters as you try and catch your breath, “You’re insatiable, you know that?” you mumble, hand wrapping around his wrist that’s still down pressed over your pussy.
“I know” he hums, finally pulling his hand away, fingers coated with your arousal. The both of you watch as it slips down his wrist, Jungkook completely unabashed as his tongue licks his hand clean of your cum.
You groan, turning onto your stomach so you don’t have to watch him.
“Baby” he hums, hand grabbing the meat of your ass, “Let me eat you out… you taste so good”
You pick your book up from off the floor, “Do whatever, just let me finish this chapter”
#bts fanfic#bts fluff#bts smut#bts#jungkook#bts x reader#jungkook fanfic#bts imagine#bts imagines#jungkook imagine#jungkook x reader#jungkook x you#jungkook x y/n#jungkook smut#jungkook fic#jungkook fanfiction#jeon jungkook fic#jeon jungkook x reader#jeon jugnkook imagine#jeon jungkook imagine#jeon jungkook smut#jeon jungkook fanfic#jeon jungkook x you#jeon jeongguk#bts non idol au
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ALL THIS. Please email this to Zeynep Tufecki.
For a long time, Middleton was a nearly silent presence. In the years that she dated Prince William, she rarely spoke in public; many people didn’t know what her voice sounded like until the couple gave an engagement interview in 2010. But she had long been photographed by the paparazzi, and their attention moved in stages. As girlfriend to the future king, the tabloids hoped to catch her in a misstep or tacky moment. When she was photographed in 2008 wearing an emerald-green halter top and Day-Glo shorts at a disco-themed party, the U.K. tabloid the Daily Mail wrote, “The less than demure yellow hotpants she was wearing did little to conceal her dignity.”
After she became engaged to Prince William, photos of Middleton wearing bikinis on beach trips still appeared on magazine covers and gossip websites. Commentary circulated on blogs and in glossy magazines about how her physique fit (or didn’t fit) a certain paradigm for the female form; eventually Middleton was photographed sunbathing without a bikini top. But the conversation also shifted, ironically, to whether she was appropriately covered up. Alleged experts would pick apart whether her hemlines were long enough and if “royal etiquette” dictated that she could show her shoulders in a strapless gown. When a stiff wind blew up her skirt, Middleton was scolded by tabloids for not properly fitting her dresses’ hems with weights. In the months preceding her 2011 royal wedding, a tabloid debate raged about whether she was too thin, which the newspapers disguised as faux concern for her health. (It didn’t help that Middleton entered her marriage at around the same time that social media and smartphones spread across the globe, allowing Instagrammers to speculate publicly as much as columnists did.)
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Honeymoon Shopping
Pairing: Rooster x Fiancee!Reader
Author’s Note: Based on this sweet little Anon request!
If you squint and read carefully, you might catch a little wink to one of Miles’ other films, Bleed For This.
Warnings: Super fluffy fluff and the tiniest of suggestive themes.
“Oh, baby, look at this!” Rooster called out to you over several racks of clothing, holding up quite possibly the ugliest sundress you had ever seen in your life. It looked like a cross between a tablecloth and a mumu your grandmother would wear. “Just what you were looking for!” he grinned, waving it in the air proudly.
You covered your mouth as you laughed, not wanting to offend anyone in the store who may be seriously considering that horrifying ensemble.
For the past couple hours, you and Rooster had been perusing clothing rack after clothing rack at the mall, doing some last minute shopping in preparation for your honeymoon. Your wedding was just over two weeks away, and you were leaving for Hawaii the day after. You were hoping to pick up some new bathing suits and dresses that you could pack for the special occasion.
Over time, however, the shopping excursion had devolved into a silly little game between you and your fiance. Instead of seeking out serious items, the two of you had made it your mission to pick out the ugliest, most ridiculous articles of clothing you could find for each other. The dress Rooster was currently holding up had to be the worst by far.
“I don’t know, babe,” you replied, biting back another burst of laughter. “I don’t want to go making everyone else on the island jealous. Might attract too much attention, you know?” you teased.
Rooster grinned at that, putting the dress back on the rack and walking over to where you stood, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to the edge of your jawline, just under your ear. “You could be wearing a potato sack and you’d still attract attention, honey,” he murmured with a wink.
You flushed pleasantly at that, grinning. As you flipped through the shirts on the rack in front of you, you couldn’t help but laugh when you happened upon a truly heinous Hawaiian shirt, decorated with flowers and the creepiest looking fish you had ever seen.
“Need another or do you think you’re covered?” you joked, holding it up for Rooster to inspect.
“It hurts me that you would even think of putting this thing in the same league as my collection,” Rooster replied, feigning woundedness as he put a hand over his heart.
“Oh, I’m very sorry,” you grinned, standing on tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.
“I’ll forgive you this once,” Rooster chuckled, slipping an arm around your shoulders as the two of you began wandering towards the swimsuit section of the department store. Though you were having a winter wedding, thankfully swimsuits were a year-round commodity in California.
“That one just has your name written all over it, baby,” Rooster whispered against your ear, pointing to a mannequin wearing a lime green mesh bikini with massive, tacky silver rings hanging off the waistband.
“Oh, yeah, definitely,” you nodded with a straight face, as if seriously considering it. “It would definitely be a good insurance policy. The sharks and stingrays will stay clear of us so long as I’m in that eyesore,” you added with a grin and a playful nudge to his side.
“Just looking out for you, baby girl,” Rooster laughed, stepping over to a rack that held a wide array of colorful bathing suits.
“Don’t worry, babe, I’ll find something perfect for you,” you told him, walking over to the men’s section. You sifted through several different fairly standard designs until your eyes alighted on the single greatest thing you had ever seen in your life. “Babe, I’ve got one!” you called out, snatching it up and hurrying over to where your fiance was standing. “Ta da!” you announced, holding it up.
Rooster nearly fell over from laughing, a few of the sales clerks shooting you both strange looks as the two of you descended into a fit of hysterical laughter.
“What? You don’t like it?” you managed to get out between giggles, smiling at the look of lighthearted humor on his face.
“I mean, how could I not?” Rooster asked, taking the swimsuit, if it could even be called that, from your hands and holding it up to his waist. That only made the two of you laugh harder.
It was the tiniest speedo you had ever seen. Not only that, but it was also stamped in a leopard print design, making it truly one of the most horrifying bathing suits either of you had ever beheld.
“I don’t know, babe, I think it would look good on you,” you said, quirking a playful brow. “Sure you don’t want to try it on?”
“Hmm,” Rooster considered for a moment, then turned a mischievous smile on you. “How about we agree that I’ll try this on if you try this on,” he said, snatching up the tiniest bikini you had ever seen in your life. You were pretty sure you had seen dental floss thicker than the strings holding that thing together.
“Oh, yeah?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at him.
He leaned in closer, pressing a soft kiss to your ear before whispering, “I’ve heard they’ve got pretty big dressing rooms.” He laughed as your cheeks turned red and added, “I love that blush of yours, baby.”
“Hmm, I’d say you’ve got yourself a deal,” you smiled, snatching the tiny bikini out of his hands and burying it underneath the other clothing you intended to try on. You snatched the speedo up as well and added it to the pile.
“Remind me to come shopping with you more often,” Rooster grinned, the both of you laughing like fools as you made your way to the dressing room.
#bradley rooster bradshaw#rooster bradshaw#bradley bradshaw x reader#rooster x reader#x reader#x female reader#miles teller#top gun#top gun: maverick
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I finally got my hands on something I've been looking for (for a reasonable price) since I was just a lowly little level 12 hornball - A "Marvel Swimsuit Special!"
This is the second issue in the series (though the third book of its kind), and it was released in 1993 when... times were different.
The coolest thing about them (other than the totally radical '90s hunkeroos and baberinos in general) is the amount of really talented artists that submitted pieces - So many industry-leading folks putting their spin on the self-aware, low-brow, tongue-in-cheek project.
This first image was by Joe Jusko, a super popular cover artist at the time. I remember his Conan covers the most.
I'll eventually scan the whole thing in high quality, but for now, I'll take some preview pics to show you some of my favorite and/or goofiest pages:
Here is Domino, looking like we might need to race her to a Dermatology appointment. She's apparently tacky enough to wear a swimsuit with a domino print on it.
And check out Cable in the back - Sun's out, cyberbun out! He's ready to catch some waves on a totally-worth-the-money-and-production-time rocket-powered machine gun surfboard.
I really appreciate this artist's commitment to all the "Liefeld pouches" here. I hope they're waterproof, or all those Tic Tacs inside 'em are gonna get ruined. :(
Penciling by Chris Batista, ink by Hector Collazo, coloring by Mark McNaab.
Let's kick off the "after the jump" part properly with this glorious image of Pip. Because this is certainly what people bought this book for.
It just so happens that this fuzzy little asshole narrates the entire issue, so he's to blame for the inherently sexist captions on all the pictures.
Jesus Christ, he's got two big toes on each foot.
Pencilking by Darick Robertson, ink by Andrew Pepoy, coloring by Tom Smith.
I love me some Cloak and Dagger.
Tandy looks as gorgeous as ever. Surely she owns stock in boobie tape by now.
Tyrone, however, is getting so much sand stuck to him right now... I don't think he digs being used as a beach blanket. I'm... not even sure he's ever had to wash his cloak before today! Yikes. He's all like:
Penciling by Joe Madureira, ink by Terry Austin, and coloring by Gregory Wright.
I can't stop laughing at how much Thunderstrike looks exactly like the Genetic Freak, Big Poppa Pump Scott Steiner in this picture:
The work is entirely by Lou Harrison. It may not surprise you to learn he's also a Fantasy artist.
I've always had a thing for Silver Sable, and this page is just fantastic.
That being said, my favorite part is Sandman sitting there, looking like a dope, shaped like a sand castle. Which, while it seems silly, was probably the most challenging and detailed thing I've ever seen him do with his powers. Worth it for the shot, I suppose!
Line work and ink by Steven Butler, a favorite of mine. He did penciling for the "Silver Sable and the Wild Pack" series (which got me attached), but he's also known for designing the Scarlet Spider suit. Coloring by Gregory Wright.
If you thought I wasn't going to Morb out on this post, you were undead wrong.
Just look at that ridiculous batpackage. Also... Is he really serving a cape over a leather jacket, but with absolutely no pants? Damn, dude.
Penciling by Gary Barker, ink by Jimmy Palmiotti, coloring by Tom Smith.
I can spot Adam Hughes' work a mile away, wow. I guess I didn't realize he was doing work for Marvel this far back.
A fierce-as-ever, short-haired Natasha who looks like she got slammed so hard against a rocky wall that it cracked, got up, emptied out the rest of her clip, and still had enough time and energy to pose during a reload.
Black Widow, bay-bayyy. ♫
Oh my god, Ghost Rider is just so naughty. Wearing nothing but his birthday bones.
This scene just looks like it smells awful.
Artwork by Tristan Shane.
Shulkie in a metal bikini (function over fashion?), bursting out of the lava from an active volcano. You wanna talk "hot tub?" Sure, this gets a feature.
Penciling and ink by cover artist Steve Geiger, coloring by Paul... Mounts.
Deezamn, Bishop. Never seen guy looking so buff before.
Instead of just Bishop, this looks like Hank McCoy and Bishop had a child together. Does he have any other mode than "arm vein p-pop?"
Penciling by Dwayne Turner, ink by Mark Farmer, coloring by Gregory Wright.
Ah, one of the more famous '90s Psylocke images that wasn't done by Jim Lee.
This centerfold was used in lots of comic store ads for several years after this issue came out. I remember seeing posters in the shops themselves. Trading cards of this picture are one of the most costly to collect.
It's beautiful, and the colors/lighting/shading are all fantastic.
Penciling and ink by the wonderful Art Thibert, creator of the Raft max security prison and inker of some of the most iconic X-title covers.
Coloring by Paul Mounts, who did the coloring in hundreds and hundreds of just Marvel comics alone - I didn't mention that earlier because I was snickering at his name earlier in the She-Hulk feature. My bad.
Well, this wouldn't be Tumblr without a cat picture, yeah? Or a catgirl picture, I suppose.
This is the most adorable scene in the book. Just Tigra innocently taking a cuddle nap with some... um... wow, I don't know what the fuck those things are. Snuggle up anyway!
Penciling and ink by Amanda Conner, coloring by Gregory Wright.
Huh. Of all the characters in this book, I really didn't expect to see Dr. Cooper... Either which way, the swimsuit under the detective get-up is pretty choice, honestly.
This is, of course, another Adam Hughes line art joint. Ink by Mark Farmer, coloring by Gregory Wright (who did a lot of these, huh?).
What's this? A parody ad that you'd more expect to see in an issue of "What The--?!" that only '80s kids will understand? Yup, totally.
This was in the back of the book and doesn't fit the theme at all, but it gets a mention because of the weird inclusion and also to stall time until I had the final image ready, because I needed time to prepare...
THIS.
This is the one.
How could I not end this little "show and tell" without this beauty right here?
Here, we have remorseless killer Frank Castle flexing his best end-of-catwalk pose in front of a... wrestling match between a bunch of lady demon dinosaurs battling... for his affection? To tip him American cash? Or maybe all those hearts come from their love of beating each other up? I'm not here to judge.
And then there's a sign for 75 cent hotdogs, but it's been covered with another sign for... $20 tooth brushes? What in the shit is going on here?
There is one thing I do know, though. The artist wants you to think that The Punisher has at least $2.75 worth of hotdog under that massive crotch skull.
#marvel swimsuit special#marvel comics#marvel#rare comics#rare#swimwear#comic book art#rogue#cable#cloak & dagger#she hulk#the punisher#tigra#psylocke#ghost rider#bishop#black widow#morbius#silver sable#big poppa pump
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Could you write for Graves using the “… is a freak” prompt pls! If you don’t wanna continue that prompt though I understand!!
↳ PHILLIP GRAVES // IS A FREAK. ✤
CW// FEM!READER, ORAL, TOYS, PUBLIC, ECT.
NOTES// can you tell I had no ideas
Graves is a maniac.
He has no shortage of tasteful hand grabs and pokes. Deciding to lace his honey sweet compliments with a fistful of your fat in his hand.
The shadows have heard your name. He’s a prideful man, talking constantly of how well you speak and gasp swallowing his dick.
Theres a drawer, in the nightstand, under the flatscreen jammed with oddities alike. They’re all toys he’s bought, thick pinkish silicone makeshifts. Straps of leather to vibrating torture devices, they're all his. Even the magazines.
Throughly enjoys the idea of fucking you with his headset on. Mic brushing into your face, the boys just seconds away from hearing you.
He’s got a knack for pampering you, having you done up in a dressing room fitted for another honey laced night of wine and dine. To see you pretty and pert, cared for and plump.
This extends through sickness. Refusing to let you curl and sit up straight on the headboard to properly watch him eat you out. Your leg has a knick on it, you can’t move, he won’t let you.
Loves coming home to you, a bed and food. Sometimes takeout, maybe to even an empty house. But it’s you. You lying in bed decorated in lace and straps, careless.
Beyond a fast fuck in the 3 person shower, there’s a hot tub round back of the house. He throws excuses around till your strapped in a skimpy bikini rubbing up against the water jet’s.
It must be something about the afterglow of an adrenaline rush, but Graves has got his sticky arms round you after a workout. Salty, musty and tacky.
Would no doubt pass out if you licked the cracked scar in his cheek.
Graves is a man of action, working hard to provide for you and the men he’s surrounded himself with. It’s only nice of you to return the favor, knelt and licking him down as he’s signing the last of his paperwork.
#phillip graves#shadow company#cod headcanons#cod mw22#call of duty#call of duty mw2#call of duty modern warfare#mw2#graves x reader#graves mw2#pervert!writing
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trailer park girls are wearing bikini tops for shirts and tacky jean shorts that are too small cuz they got them from the thrift last time they went into town and sitting on their porch with an unlit cigarette and a beer in their hand at 10am and you can hear the faint sound of a toddler screaming inside while she yells at you from across the road if you got a light while she shuffles over barefoot on the gravel like its nothing and theres a giant dog following her that jumps on everyone like a menace and completely untrained but somehow never runs away
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my friend and I have a headcanon that yuki, after denouncing the golden majima statue as tacky and awful but realizing it’s not going anywhere, starts to use it as a coat rack and puts her jackets, scarves, hats, etc on it whenever she feels like it. when he complains she says “well at least that 10 billion yen can be useful for something.”
then eventually it just ends up being a full-blown mannequin the girls dress up for different holidays and seasons. it’s got a santa hat, coat, and string lights on christmas and they put their presents for one another under it like a christmas tree.
on new years saki’s lent it one of her brothers’ old kimonos and ai makes it a cute little floral headdress. she makes a real one to match and doesn’t let majima weasel his way out of wearing it. (he refuses to admit it but when she does his hair up with it and they all tell him he looks really pretty he tears up and nearly cries.)
when the girls finally figure out when majima’s birthday is after a collective effort of snooping, trickery, and trying to brute force pry it out of him– they give the statue a party hat and a feather boa and use it as a prop when they surprise him with a party.
sometime during the summer it’s got a sunhat, arm floaties, and a towel (hibiki originally tied on a bikini, but majima made her change it after a day of getting weird looks from customers).
on halloween it’s got ghoulish tattered robes and a hannya mask (one of the few things borrowed from majima himself), and one hand has a bucket of candy hanging from it for anyone who comes and goes to take from.
and so on and so on.
#I have another thing I was gonna say about it but it made me sad and I don’t wanna be sad right now so just enjoy the silliness#club sunshine#majima#goro majima#yuki#ai#hibiki#saki#etc etc etc you get it#I just have alot of thoughts and feelings about club sunshine okay. I love my girls.#rambling#yakuza 0#y0
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The mental image of an airline pilot "twerking for Megz" will have me laughing for a good long while.
Overkill continues to be her tragic flaw. If she would just STFU at a little lie, she could have kept this con up for at least another five years. She always goes way too far and immediately exposes herself for the washed up, self-absorbed, talentless, and unintelligent twat that she is.
It speaks to Harry's collosal stupidity and frankly gross mismanagement that he was allowed to even cross her path. The more that I learn about how incredibly fucked up --to the point of actual emotional and borderline intellectual disability-- Harry is, I vacillate between awe that the Hero Harry narrative could even exist and bewilderment at the abject stupidity it took to let this reptile slither even close to Royal social circles, and it's down to two factors, I think.
Princess Eugenie was not properly managed. She and Harry were always very close and I think since, by comparison, Eugenie is a Rhodes Scholar next to Harry, the Palace failed to see that Eugenie was a weak link in a chain around Harry. She has her father's butthurt entitlement and her mother's tackiness and she should never have been near a SoHo house as even my white trash ass can see that the entire chain is gauche and noveau riche, and other french words that mean tacky and not befitting someone of Eugenie's station. I mean having a Princess of the Realm lounging around a SoHo house is pretty much like Her Late Majesty spending the night at a Best Western. I mean imagine spotting Queen Elizabeth II wearing flip flops and the Crown of Saint Edward standing in a vending machine line at the NoTell Motel at 2am. That is the level of shock that one should feel at Princess Eugenie being at a SoHo House and SoHo house is how this hoe got to Harry.
Sorry, Canada, but you also were not well-managed. And your first and second families also got quite tacky there for a while, which my homeland elected Donald Trump by somehow marrying the interests of evangelicals and people who wear American flag bikinis, so I get it, but even Donald J. Trump knew Meghan Markle was trouble. Jessica "Jess" Mulroney? Notsomuch. Can you imagine whatever Mike Pence's wife's name is making fishlips with MM on Insta? No? Well that's a problem. Sometimes you can be too chill, you know. Or maybe this has been your stategy for world domination all along, Canada, in which case my hat's off to you because I never expected a trifling two-bit nobody on a show I quite frankly was not aware even existed to get this far. Who even knew the USA Network even still existed? Like this has all happed way too fast. Five years ago I was like what is a Meghan Markle, and now here I am. It's probably my fault.
So yeah. Princess Eugenie and Canada. And me.
#reddit#truth#funny#oh the SHADE of it all!#epic tale of DUMB#shade#crazy sociopathic bitch Megs Markle#social climbing#princess eugenie#Prince Harry#Duke of Traitorhood#The LOSERS known as Harry & Meghan
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sometimes i think about the xena reboot and what i think they should have done and while idk if this is a good idea i think my ideas i would bring to the table would be ok so everyone discusses what do you do with the costumes since it would be a bit tacky to bring the leather bikini look back and so i think how u keep the silliness of the original costumes but keep them very distinct but maybe less boob armor is to lean more heavily into somewhat more historically accurate costume shapes and styles now historically accurate is of course very nebulous since xenas theoretical time period can span such a wide swath of ancient history and i would not want to change that so just u know dig into interesting historical costuming touches but from like everywhere just shit that simply does not look like anything else on tv so then u use really weird fabrics so u have like surprisingly accurate to surviving art and armor pieces type greek hoplite armor but its made out of hot pink pleather or something do you see and understand my vision and then very important next concept is i think they should also dig a bit more into weird and fascinating women from history and myth and xena should meet them inspire them have sex with them have weird history with them be insane exes with them etc obviously some of them should be in love with gabrielle too not just xena #equality i want like some deep cuts just for fun obviously they would have to do the sappho episode but its also a show i just dont know how it would keep the magic going if it was kept to season long plots the whole time like xena pulled off some very good long running plot arcs but always sandwiched between plenty of episodic fare that kept it more stylistically varied and shows that manage lots of stylistic variation and heavy serialization usually lean more onto an ensemble cast that have different types of storylines going on like im sure u could do a fantastic season of xena caught in a nightmareish revenge cycle with callisto and caesar and gabrielle feeling like shes got blood on her hands she can never wash off but wanting to stay with her anyways but u would lose the magic if every season was like that you know..
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Triple H x Fem Reader- "The Joker"
Because the character you played in the World Wrestling Federation---especially during the Attitude era---would often wear nothing but towels walking down to the ring (although not wrestling in those towels since you really were naked under them) and you were beginning to wear nothing but towels by the end of 1997, on a "Monday Night Raw" episode that aired at the end of that year, you were standing in a locker room with Triple H in front of you.
Triple H had his long hair hanging down, whereas you were being filmed above your breasts.
The reason you were filmed above your breasts was because you really were stark naked in this moment.
With a smirk and grin on your face, you mentioned to Triple H how since you sometimes wear nothing but towels to the ring, you suggested what if you wore hand towels as a tube top and miniskirt down to the ring.
The hand towels you're referring to is those small hand towels that are often dangling from handles next to bathroom sinks in people's homes, I'm sure you know what I'm referring to.
When you joked about wearing hand towels as a top and miniskirt, you held up a hand towel in both of your hands in front of yourself.
The hand towel you held up was showing on camera.
You then took the hand towel you were holding and then tried to cover your bare breasts with that towel, wrapping that towel around your tits.
While you covered your breasts with that towel, the camera zoomed out to show you covering your chest with that towel.
Triple H's eyes stared at that towel you held up with a smirk and grin on his face, as well as he looked at that towel when you
You would hold up another hand towel to cover your vulva and ass and wear it as a miniskirt, but you don't have another hand towel.
Not to mention, if you tried wrapping a hand towel around your vulva and ass to wear as a miniskirt, the towel you tried to wrap around your breasts would fall off.
With a smile on his face as his eyes stared at you, Triple H said that the male fans in the audience would love seeing you wearing those hand towels as clothes.
You only said of wearing hand towels as an outfit as a joke, because you'd look tacky wearing hand towels around your bikini areas, even if those hand towels were aesthetically pleasing and cute.
Plus, those towels might fall off even unintentionally, despite that male fans in the audience would've loved to see your bare private parts.
Then, the guitar riff to Slam Jam's "We're All Together Now" began playing and the camera faded away into the arena.
In the end, you've never worn hand towels covering your private parts on wrestling television---not even in pay-per-views and house shows, much to the dismay of male fans wanting to see that.
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I do not know what to make of this recolor decision. What animal is this fur from now?
I question the point of the indentation for the raggedy fur bikini here -- colored in in reprise.
The flower in Veronica's hair has gone from white to pink. Earrings (had tacky jewelry at the dawn of covilization?) from white to yellow.
#Archie Comics#Archie 1#Archie Andrews#Betty Cooper#Veronica Lodge#Reggie Mantle#Dancing#Flowers in your hair#Wardrobe#Caveman#Cavewoman#Doug Crane#1991#Continuity error
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