Black Sapphire's concept art reminded me of all the Shadow Milks that could have been so I drew some of them but they get farther and farther from his final design
Shadow Milk in a different universe could have been a dark skinned water themed ethereal looking Egyptian/Greek tear drop soul jam holder– or an ash grey balding purple-yellow eyed devil bat thing in a onesie, and I think about that a lot..
JUST FOUND OUT AKECHIS BETA DESIGN MADE HIM HAVE A PRETTY BOY MIDDLE PART AUUUYGHHHHH……….forever in mourning this would’ve been PEAK CHARACTER DESIGN?????????
atlus robbing its fanbase once again bc what the fuck do you mean we could’ve had him pulling off beautiful curtain bangs but instead got stuck with his fuckass light yagami rat’s nest no wonder shido hated his ass he looks like a stupid middle school girl with that haircut 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
I see that you are a woman of culture as well~ Uwu chungus in far east is gorgeous i agree. Makes me wonder if mister embalmer would say yes to the chance of wearing a similar outfit as well
Aesop doesn’t get a say in this HAHAHAHAHA
Bonus version without the fan under the cut
I don’t suppose they had masks last time…….. did they????? Anyway I’m…… love drawing ancient chinese outfits…………. thank you for this ask XD
I like your post about the father and the masculine/tomboy? daughter who thinks she's not feminine enough
Because I have the same problem. I always wanted to be more feminine so I bought a dress and tried it on but I felt like a giant woman instead of cute and feminine
Hope you can write more stuff like that :) oh also, have a nice day and don't forget to drink water!
From your shy anon
I understand how you feel. My tomboy phase happened because people naturally put me in a more masculine position because of being plus size. I literally can't shop with certain people because they still want to put me in that position. It's frustrating and it makes you feel terrible.
Especially when you get your hands on something you really like and it doesn't look like imagined. I have what people call "man shoulders" and it's such a big insecurity. I actually tear up at it because it just brings me down so bad. But honey being a giant woman doesn't mean you can't be cute and feminine. Explore your style and see what fits even if it takes trial and error.
There's a lot of cute styles out there sadly just hard to find. But accessories and colors can help! I like blush pink but blush pink doesn't like me. So I stay with other shades of pink. Being cute and feminine also doesn't mean you have to center on pink. There are many other pastels! Press on nails if you can't use acrylics all the time. It's not a dress but recently I've been wearing a lot of baby doll tops. Some are long enough to give the illusion of a dress and can be paired with cute shorts.
Now to a little dad content. Dad will spoil the absolute shit out of you in things. Didn't like this one? Um check again because he's so damn hard in his pants right now. Give him another spin then come sit in his lap. He's buying you that in different colors. Shopping with him isn't easy because he's picking stuff for you that you normally wouldn't wear. It's nerve wracking because of insecurities but the way he wants to bend you over in every changing room? Kinda changes the way you see things.
You might as well have princess stamped on your forehead. That's one of the main things he would call you and little girl. You didn't know how to feel about little girl but he makes sure you know that you are HIS little girl. Fuck whatever anyone has to say. You are his little girl! The one that wears the dress he picked for you, that does the hairstyle he said, and wears the panties he bought. The princess that looks so good getting fucked by him. The princess that has that pretty dress pushed to her waist, pretty jewelry bouncing with her, pretty panties hanging on by a thread on her thigh.
Dad obsessed over his pretty little girl. Can't get enough of her. And he knows his limits, he pushes you a lot. Like a crazy amount but if he sees one movement that he knows is actually something he should handle he's helping. Yes dad wants to fuck You like crazy but he also makes sure you feel comfortable. You're so pretty, my precious girl, look at how gorgeous you look, and all that as he reassures you.
Mornings and nights he makes sure you do cute little routines. Part of that routine is him making sure you say daily affirmations... While cumming. You're looking in the mirror as he's behind you. He gets creative, he doesn't just use his fingers, and cock. He starts bringing toys into the mix. Also while he picks your outfit for the day he makes you sit on a toy.
Which AUs Sanses do you think could have a S/O that's part of the gothic subculture? Always dressed in black, lots of necklaces, rings... But who is a very kind person and even funny sometimes
I really like your writing btw!! ^^
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Red
He’s tripping over himself. You’re pretty, you’re nice, you’re funny, he’s fumbling so bad
Calls you Sweet-n-Spicy
Comic
Finds it a bit impressive that you’re willing to do so much to get ready in the morning, but that’s about as far as it goes for any thought to your apparel
Loves it when you crack a joke out of nowhere because he’s so used to being the one who does that it takes him off guard
Blue
You are so hot
He tries to show off so much. And he fails so much.
Thinks that you’re the sweetest person ever
Heart
Thinks your style is so fun! He’d love to do your makeup some time
You two get along really well with your personalities. Easy friends
Geno
He could not care less what anyone looks like
He doesn’t mean to, but he somehow ends up as the ‘they asked for no pickles’ boyfriend because ‘you’re too soft’ according to him
Fresh
Talk about complete opposites!
You two are like the reversed stereotypes of your own aesthetics
Reaper
You match!
Absolutely loves your gentle nature and kindness
Syrah
Look, just about everyone is goth/grunge in his AU. You’re just normal
He does find your kindness to be refreshing though
Plum
Thinks you’re cute, but ‘anything can be improved with a good coat!’
Not used to people being kind to him just for the sake of it. Definitely gets concerned about someone trying to take advantage of you
Cherrybomb
Thinks you looks sooo cool
AND you’re nice? Jackpot!
You are easily one of his favorite people to be honest
Dream
Confused by your aesthetic, but loves your personality
Ink
Loves your look. Which surprises a lot of people, because he’s the type to prefer looking like a rainbow regurgitated on him
He finds all your accessories so fascinating and your general style to be a big difference from what he’s used to!
He doesn’t always get jokes, but your rare brand of humor makes it easier for him to tell the difference between your jokes and when you’re being serious
Swap
Thinks your jewelry is super cool
Appreciates your kindness. He’s a bit rougher than he used to be, so it’s a nice reminder of when he had more faith in the world
Ccino
Opposite aesthetics to the point that people’s questions about you two have become so annoying. Never mind that your natures are very similar 🙄, nooo. You look different so you two must be an opposites attract sort of relationship.
The cats love playing with your jewelry, nibbling on it and batting it around if you let them
Ccino actually finds himself enjoying some of the music you’ve introduced him to and sometimes has it playing in the cafe
Nightmare
You fit his aesthetic, he is pleased
He could do without all the kindness and mercy though
Would it kill you to be a little more violent?
Killer
Are you perfect?
You’re kind and sweet. You look like you could haunt him from the grave. You’re interested in him.
He’s not as pleased that you’re nice to everyone, though
Horror
Thinks you’re cute and that it’s funny how your personally clashes with people’s expectations of you
Dust
He knows next to nothing about aesthetics and sub-cultures, but he finds the way you prefer to look (outfit, makeup, hairstyles) absolutely gorgeous
He asks a lot of questions about how ‘this goth thing’ works and actually listens to your answers
He finds your kind nature a bit concerning, because he tends to worry about people taking advantage of it
Cross
You mistake him for a fellow goth at first
He’s a little confused about why you’re so nice to him when he’s so… him (please reassure him)
Error
Thinks you’re aesthetic is fun and easy to make gifts for (you get so many yarn bracelets)
Your kind nature endears him, but he hates when you direct it towards other people
Passive
He took weeks to be able to talk to you without tripping all over himself
He sees you and his brain just blanks and goes ‘pretty human’ on repeat. Which makes conversation a little hard
Being nice doesn’t help, he’s not used to it and he’s trying for dear life to not act like a kid with his first crush
Swad
A little confused, but mostly because he’s so used to the brighter colors of his own AU’s preference
Definitely basks in your kindness and good humor, but gets fairly jealous if you direct it towards someone else
Swan
Thinks your style is interesting, but incredibly inconvenient for running around
You are too sweet, you’re going to get taken advantage of!
Shattered
Suddenly paired with your specific aesthetic
Definitely loves how soft and gentle you are with him
Pale
Likes the various jewelry and frequently fiddles with your necklaces
Your kindness confuses him, but it’s sweet
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The amount of times he’s ‘borrowed’ some of your stuff and then kept it…
He thinks you’re so cool
Bill
He likes
Brings you some of the strangest and most unnerving jewelry he can
Your kindness is endearing, but could’ja maybe just direct towards him? (Jealousy)
Let's have a character sheet for our Quartermaster: Sahkyō!
First, her overall appearance.
Sahkyō was the last member of the Riptides that I designed, when thinking up her concept I knew I wanted a hybrid humanoid. Many hybrids would've caused, let's say spacing and posing issues, when interacting with other characters as I was workshopping them. Then the idea of a half-snake half-human intrigued me. I went through several iterations for her design, trying out many different faces and tail colors. Then I got an anon asking if I had any fat characters, and realized my characters were all thin. So, in addition to changing Artelia's weight, I decided to make Sahkyō fat. Inspiring her look from a Tsuchinoko, I wanted not just her humanoid half to be fat but also her snake tail.
Keeping her tsuchinoko inspo in mind, I decided to make her Blasian. This face model can't fully close her mouth for some reason, which bugged me at first, but it fits since she has large fangs.
Sahkyō has a multitude of textures on her face that make her her. Between her scales, makeup, and jewelry Sahkyō takes a lot of time to render. But she is gorgeous and beauty is suffering or however the saying goes. Her facial features are pretty human, only her ears and fangs would suggest otherwise (ignoring her eye colors). Sahkyō is a straightforward person, so she'll not only visibly express herself but say what she's thinking right to your face.
For her outfit, I wanted to show off her scales, her belly, and her tattoos, while still matching the main aesthetic. I gave her a tube top for belly pride. As I developed her personality and backstory, a "Rich Girl" vibe emanated from her. I added jewelry and gold to her to wardrobe to accentuate her golden scales. These gold chains? strands? I'm not sure what to call 'em tbh, but they look so good on her. Sahkyō wears more armor than most mages as she specializes in defensive magic. Without pockets, she'd probably need a bigger bag than that, but it's a video game so it's fine.
At first when picking her hair, I wanted Bantu knots but I couldn't color them the way I wanted to (long story) so I gave her combed over dreadlocks with an undercut to give her that two colored hair. This is actually the same hair as Artelia, just styled differently, such is the versatility of Black hairstyles. With her hair styled like this, we can see more of her scales and tattoos as well as her pointy ears.
To distinguish Sahkyō's magic use from Eve, I gave her a staff. I've talked about magic and how it operates in Tears of Xivo a lil bit in other posts. Virtually everything living thing has magic to some degree, whether it's being inherently magical by nature or being able to project and manipulate magical forces. In regards to the latter, casting magic safely requires a focus of some kind to filter it out of the body. The focus, in this case her staff, is held by the dominant hand and released through whatever the caster needs, usually their non dominant hand but it can come other parts of the body or the focus itself. What someone uses as a focus is largely based on preference, but there are some things that are better suited for different tasks. Sahkyō uses a lot of shields, barriers, wards etc, so she has to throw or fling her magic, using her staff like a lacrosse stick kinda. The staff itself is pretty cool but I don't have much to say about it, there's no significant lore behind it.
Her tail has many "bones" in it. Bones in 3D modeling refers to a section in a thing that can be bent, twisted, and pushed/pulled. The more bones, the more articulation a thing has. Her tail can go in a lot of different ways but I mostly focus on her "standing" with it, we haven't had much chance to see her lounging or sitting yet. Now, I wonder if her tail is cool to the touch or if it's warm, is Sahkyō cold or warm-blooded? I don't know, is there another option? I'm not gonna get lost in fantasy biology right now. Her thick tail is very strong, if she smacked you with it you'd be flat on your back.
Overall, Sahkyō was a bit of a challenge to make, but I love how she came out. She is a stalwart member of the Riptides, and will see you have what you need to get through anything. Watch her slither into your heart in Tears of Xivo.
It's so important to me that Dabi is a little vain. Like, a normal amount. Enough to shoot down the slobby Dabi headcanons.
He obviously cares about his appearance. He does his hair. Deliberately picks clothes that are coherent with an aesthetic. (Even Ujiko notes he has a certain look when he says he has a Noumu for him that'll look good next to him, lmao, which was tbh really funny.) He went out of his way to get body mods, clearly. I don't think you get three whole piercings in the same nostril if you're not looking to fulfill an aesthetic. He is scarred and attractive. Being scarred and disabled does not cancel one's attractiveness out! And that's important to me!!!
These are such fun little details that give Dabi a bit more character. And it's also nice to see that a character can be disabled, scarred and put effort into his appearance. Which, in fiction, isn't always the case because unfortunately, disabled characters are frequently written to be one-dimensional... (Meaning, they won't have interests, a personality or any aesthetic preferences.)
I feel like it's worth mentioning because we have other villains like Spinner who also dress up (although with a different motivation) and also do their hair. (Which, not to make this about DabiSpinner but what if they do their hair together... Hair gel icons.)
But then there are villains like Tomura who couldn't be assed about their appearance. He wears a generic black top and black pants and red sneakers. (My teenage emo outfit, I fear.) He doesn't trim his nails properly, seeing as they're uneven and seemingly chewed on. His hair is a (gorgeous) mess, but he's not combing it, nor does he care about cutting it. He's not growing it out on purpose. He's growing it out because he doesn't care. Meanwhile, Dabi and Spinner maintain their hairstyles even as they're on the run.
Maybe I'm reading too much into this, but I'm fascinated by their personal habits... Says a lot about them as characters.
Summary: Who wouldn’t have a crush on Lewis? He was perfect in every way possible. But he was also your trainer and some lines can’t be crossed… right?
Your whole body felt hot at the sound of his voice. And it had nothing to do with the full cardio session you had just had. You looked up and met Lewis’ eyes through the mirror, and gave him a shy smile as you nodded.
God damn, you thought, who would pass up that opportunity in their right mind?
Lewis was just that guy. He was always happy, always smiling, always willing to help anyone who walked through the doors of the gym he owned. He made the whole experience just so much better.
You’d been coming to his gym for a little over a year now and ever since day one, he’s been such a positive influence on you. He was also drop dead gorgeous, and a real good reason why you always wanted to show up at the gym in cute hairstyles and cute outfits. He was such a motivation.
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a tiny crush on him which grew every single time you met him. How could you not? He was so dreamy. Perfect face, perfect skin, perfect body. He was smart, kind, and sweet. He had nice hair, and fuck he always looked so good walking around.
The first time you watched him lift weights you damn near passed out. He somehow looked extra good when he was sweaty.
And right now, as he helped you stretch your limbs in front of the huge mirrors, your mind went straight to the gutter like it always did. Well, it is kind of an intimate thing to help someone stretch after a workout. Both of you were sweaty and hot, breathing kind of heavy, and he was so close.
Each time he helped you stretch or cool down after a session, you always wondered if you were overthinking every little thing. Was he touching you more than necessary or was it normal for his hand to linger at your hips like that? Was he just being nice by moving your hair out of your face like that? Was it your imagination or was that really what you thought it was in his gym shorts basically glaring at you?
No, stop. You’re being inappropriate!
You shook your head and hissed and groaned through the stretching.
“That hurts, huh?” He teased, playfully. Like he always does.
You blew out a loud breath and said, “Yup, it’s always my hips and thighs that bother me.”
He applied just the slightest bit of pressure as you were stretching your legs and you hissed out loud. Lewis chuckled, which made you glare at him through the mirror. Gods… he was such a beautiful man. Especially with his braids untied like this.
“Sorry,” He mumbled, “You want the foam roller?”
“No,” You were quick to say. “That thing is demonic.”
Lewis laughed then playfully patted your thigh, completely oblivious to the way that made your heart skip a beat. “Okay then, I think we’re good. You’ll be a little sore tomorrow but hey, you did great today.”
“Thanks.” You basked under the praise like it was the sun.
“See you later then?” He asked. This had become like a little routine. After your workouts, you’d usually head for the showers while Lewis did a last check and closed for the night. And normally you two walked to the parking lot together where you said your goodbyes and drove off.
“Yeah,” You gathered your things and said, “See you!”
It was late, and as usual, you were the only person left. Which meant that you had the showers all to yourself.
But things happened slightly differently tonight…
You headed for the showers as usual, but there was this burning desire inside you which felt like it was trying to claw its way out. No matter how much you tried to push aside those wild thoughts you kept having about your trainer, they wouldn’t leave your head.
And while you showered, hot water falling on your sore body, it was simply too easy to just give in and slide your hand in between your legs, imagining that it was his hand that touched you. It was so easy to imagine it was his tattooed fingers sliding inside you.
You leaned against the cold tiles, the sound of the falling water concealing your gasps and moans as you came. Fuck. You needed this quick release after all that touching while he helped you stretch earlier.
You calmed your breathing and racing heart before stepping under the water again, finishing your shower and wrapping a fluffy towel around you. Since there was no one else in the changing area, you figured you could dry off and get changed there. Like you always do.
But the moment you stepped out of the shower, you heard a familiar voice saying, “You do this often? Masturbate while thinking of me?”
You looked up, eyes widening as you spotted Lewis standing there with a cocky, dirty smirk on his face. Muscular arms crossed over his perfect torso while he leaned against the lockers.
You screamed and ran back into the showers and locked the door, leaning against it while you breathed heavily, unable to process what the fuck just happened. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Can you die right now? Like right now???
You could hear Lewis laughing outside. Sounding as cocky and proud as any male would in this situation.
“Oh my god.” You groaned out loud. This cannot be happening. This has to be one of those really embarrassing dreams.
“Hey,” He knocked on the door you were leaning against. “Can we at least talk about it?”
“No,” You whined. “Let me die and rot here in shame, please.”
He laughed again. “Oh come on, let’s be grown ups about this. Nothing to be ashamed of. It’s okay.” He tried to sound as supportive as possible, but all he did was sound even more teasing.
“Please, Lewis.” You groaned again.
He sighed, then when he spoke up again you could almost hear that mischievous smirk on his pretty lips. “You know, I think it’s unfair that you touch yourself while thinking of me but won’t let me even see it.”
You groaned out loud again. He laughed again, then knocked again. “Come on, babygirl. Open up.”
“I can’t.” Your voice came out muffled because you had your face hopelessly hidden in your hands, unable to even face yourself.
“You can’t hide in there forever.” He reasoned. “Your clothes and stuff are all out there. You’re gonna get cold.”
Oh great. He probably even saw the ridiculous floral set of underwear you had pulled out of your gym bag earlier.
“I’ll just die here, thanks.”
He laughed again. “Look, just come out.”
Come on. Be a big girl. Realistically, you had to face him anyway.
“You won’t laugh?” You asked, even though he’d already done so.
“No,” He said, sounding sincere. “I promise.”
You opened the door sheepishly, and stepped out while keeping your eyes down and focusing on his shoes. You groaned once you faced him completely. “Look, Lewis, I’m–,”
“Shh, it’s okay.” He cut you off, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you closer. “Look at me.”
You kept your eyes on the tattoos around his collar bones that peeked out from under his tight tank top.
“You weren’t so shy when you were moaning my name just now.” He pointed out, stepping closer and sounding cocky again. You wanted to die all over again.
“Stop,” You whined, helpless and vulnerable in just your fluffy towel.
He chuckled, then grabbed your chin and forced you to look into his huge, pretty, brown eyes. “Why didn’t you just ask me to help?”
Your face felt hot again. “I– what?”
He gave you a sly smirk. “You know, I would’ve helped if you’d asked me to. I’m pretty sure I would’ve done a much better job than your own fingers did.”
Okay. Now you really wanted to die.
You tried to pull away and hide your face again, but he didn’t let you. Instead, he leaned in a little more and waited to see if you’d protest or hesitate. But you didn’t. You remained so still, unable to think about anything else other than how you wanted him. All of him.
Lewis chuckled before he leaned in for a kiss. Then it all happened so quickly, and with your eyes closed and completely lost in his kiss, you could barely keep track of what was happening as he pulled you closer, picked you up and slammed your back against the wall beside the door you’d just walked out of – all while kissing you hungrily, like he’d been wanting to do that his whole life.
You couldn’t even form a proper thought as his tongue slipped into your mouth, making you moan into the kiss. Your hands cupped his face as he held you tightly against him. Your core pressed against his firm body as his mouth moved perfectly against yours, driving you crazy.
Your towel came undone in the process and soon, it fell to the ground and neither of you cared.
He groaned into the kiss as you pressed your hot, wet, naked body against him. He smiled and spread your bare legs apart just a little so he could be closer to you. His hands held you up, securely against him like you weighed nothing. He had a very firm grip on your thigh, his other hand placed right under your ass – holding you up while he kissed you like there was no tomorrow.
His soft, pink lips left yours momentarily to kiss along your jaw, and down your neck, nibbling on your skin and making you moan out loud. “You wanna see what I would do if I was in there?” He asked. “Do you, baby?”
You could only moan quietly as his hot mouth on your skin drove you insane.
He pulled away from you for a moment, and stared into your eyes again. “Please tell me you want this too.” He looked you dead in the eyes. His pink lips were slightly swollen.
You nodded, biting your lip mindlessly at the feral and passionate look in his eyes. He gently brought his hand up to your face, his thumb carefully pulled your lip back, making you release it.
“Let me do that. I’ve been wanting to.” He said.
Fuck.
He smirked and leaned in again to kiss you again, and bite your lower lip, tugging on it gently. “I want you,” he whispered against your open mouth, making you lightheaded.
Feeling a rush of confidence, you reached out and touched him, running your hand down his chest, and sliding your hand into his gym shorts, while he slipped his hand in between your legs.
You were wet, he could tell as he ran his knuckles along your wet folds, smearing your arousal around in the process. He hissed, and chuckled right in your ear as you pulled his cock out and stroked it gently.
He slipped two fingers inside you and grunted in your ear as he felt your warm, wet walls instantly welcoming him in. He curled his fingers inside of you, hitting all the spots he knew you wanted him too.
“Lewis…” you whimpered and closed your eyes when he leaned down and nibbled on your skin around your collar bones. You rocked your hips against his hand involuntarily, and he chuckled as you moaned out loud while he touched you.
“See?” He taunted, “I told you my fingers would feel better than yours did.”
You moaned again, but gasped in disbelief when he pulled his fingers away and kissed you again instead, holding you tightly against him. With your legs wrapped around his lean waist, his cock briefly brushed against your wet folds in the process and you moaned wantonly through the kiss. He did too.
You felt him smirk into the kiss as he aligned his tip with your entrance. Then slowly, inch by inch, he pushed himself into you. Stretching you out as he went. His nails digging into your skin as he held you by your hips, and yours clawing at his shoulders as he filled you up nicely.
You were both panting by the time he filled you up entirely. “Oh fuck…” You gasped.
“Fuck, baby…” He breathed heavily, giving you a second or two to adjust to his size before he started rocking in and out of you.
You felt all of him, each stroke making you lose your damn mind.
“You’re so fucking tight…,” He whispered against your cheek, more so to himself, and it made your face feel all hot again. “I waited so fucking long for this, and fuck, you feel better than I imagined, baby.”
He was perfect, and you were moaning against his cheek in no time. Occasionally wincing in pain because despite everything, your body was still sore from earlier. But fuck, everything felt good with him. The pleasure and the pain.
“This is all you needed, huh?” He cooed into your ear, slowing down for just a minute. Just so he could fuck deeper into you, grabbing you at the curve of your ass, holding you against him, as he gradually sped up into you. He dipped his head into the crook of your neck, gently biting down on your shoulder as he let out a smug laugh, “All those times I helped you stretch after your workouts, or when I corrected your forms, I bet you were so turned on each time, huh?”
You kept your eyes shut, even as he pulled away and you were certain he was looking at you.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke, “Tell me, babygirl. Is this what you do after each session with me? You hide in here and touch yourself while you whisper my name and pretend it’s me touching you, hmm?”
“Please,” You begged, gasping for air. He felt too good. You were so full. And you just needed to come again.
His mouth soon found yours and he nibbled on your bottom lip and you let out ragged breaths, your moans getting louder and louder each time his cock stroked your walls.
“That’s it, get louder for me. There’s no one here but us, baby. No one can hear us.”
You felt the pressure forming, fiery and pressing inside you. Lewis nibbled at the skin under your ear and you lost all control you had left. Your thoughts became cloudy and all you could focus on was his perfect body moving against you.
“So fucking good…” he mumbled softly against your skin while he fucked you faster, occasionally growling at how good you felt around him. “Perfect little cunt for me.”
Your throbbing clit rubbed against his pelvic bone each time he buried himself completely in you, and he soon quickened his pace – earning louder moans and mewls from you.
“Maybe this can be part of our little routine, huh? Maybe this is the stretching you need after each workout.” He whispered in your ear as he pounded into you as fast as he could, your back slamming into the wall with each thrust.
You could hear the wet sounds that he caused each time he pushed himself into you and the sounds of your skin slapping against each other was downright sinful.
He moaned your name right into your ear and the sound sent shivers down your back. Your thighs burned, and your legs started to shake around him as he quickened his pace, pounding into you mercilessly.
“Are you gonna come for me, babygirl? You’ll come like a good fucking girl for me, won’t you?”
You felt like you were losing your mind. The pleasure, the soreness, the pain, fuck, all of it was too much and you couldn’t hold back anymore.
You came undone, screaming his name in the process. Walls clenching around him, nails scratching down his shoulders, neck, and back and a loud moan erupting from your mouth – he made you come like no one ever did before.
His thrusts became irregular and he came right after you did, cock throbbing against your pulsating walls, growling when he felt your walls pulsating violently around him.
He didn’t pull out immediately after the two of you came.
Your trembling arms held onto his shoulders still, and he gripped your waist, holding you carefully pressed against the wall and his muscular body. He took his time kissing you before he pulled away to look at you.
You realized your legs were numb as he pulled out of you and finally placed you back on your feet. He noticed you were still shaking so he held you firmly against him, wrapping his strong arms around your frame.
“You okay, babygirl?” He asked, kissing your forehead and just holding you.
You placed your cheek against his chest and felt his heart racing, just like yours was. “Yeah.” You murmured.
“We need to get cleaned up and get out of here.” Then he sighed and said, “You ruined my plans.”
You frowned then pulled away to look at him. “What?”
He gave you a one of his smirks and said, “Well the plan was to ask you out on a date first, and then fuck you. But you…” He trailed off, chuckling. “Anyway, can I take you out for dinner now?”
