#Mountains🤎

[wrandino]

[andy-snaps]

Bleak Beauty

[image IDs: Four pictures of winter scenery along a tar sealed road. There are snow capped mountains, bare trees, autumnal coloured scrub, and rocky hills. End ID]

[raventreehall]

a storm of swords dash simulator

🍋ladyjonquil Follow

i don't want to reveal too much but i had a really great day today hawking and riding and received some really exciting news (and maybe a potential marriage offer!) wow wow wow!!! haven't felt like this in so long 🥰

🤡florianthefool Follow

i'm so happy for you my jonquil

🐦littlefinger Follow

thanks for sharing my lady

🏹kissedbyfire Follow

PISSED OFF AT MY BF RN 🤬🤬🤬 NEVER TRUST A SOUTHERNER AND ESPECIALLY NEVER TRUST A CROW!!!!!!!

👸🏼daenerys-targaryen-tracker Follow

🐎raeqqo Follow

by the law of the dothraki she must return to vaes dothrak to take her place alongside the crones of the dosh khaleen. it is known.

🐉3heads Follow

shut up and go sack a defenseless city or something

🍁weirwoodzz Follow

hey do you guys remember when theon greyjoy took winterfell last year and killed the stark boys? has anyone heard anything else about that? feel like it kind of just disappeared from the news cycle, what happened to greyjoy?

🪓cerwynnation Follow

lord bolton's bastard killed him

🍁weirwoodzz Follow

oh really? wow. kind of extreme but deserved i guess

💗ramsays-sharpest-blade Follow

Ramsay isn't a bastard, King Joffrey legitimized him two months ago and Lord Roose is going to make him castellan of the Dreadfort soon. He loves his son and trusts his abilities. Plus, Ramsay is being awarded for his efforts in saving Winterfell and putting a stop to the ironborn raids in the North by being betrothed to Arya Stark—would a bastard be granted that honor? I don't think so.

Also, Theon isn't dead, Ramsay is (rightfully) flaying him for his crimes in the dungeons beneath the Dreadfort. Gods, I'd love to see Ramsay thrust the knife under his skin!!!!! 😜

#ramsay bolton #house bolton #our blades are sharp #theon greyjoy

🐐the-goat Follow

i'm boutta come into thome real money real thoon 😈 💎💎💎💎💯

🏰freygirl73 Follow

ughhhh my sister is getting married tmrw and my brothers keep going on about getting revenge on king robb while he's here for the feast... like i just wanted some food :/// iswtg that's the only good thing about my siblings weddings and now they're saying there won't even be any and i'm gonna have to go into hiding before the bedding ceremony or something. why can't my family just be NORMAL

🐟greenfork Follow

TW: Red Wedding, death, violence

A masterpost on what happened at the Twins and what it means for the Northern independence cause, the War of the Five Kings, and the realm in general.

Also a bunch of links on how you can help people affected in the Riverlands.

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HELL YEAH BROTHER 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀

🔥heatofdorne Follow

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🌊onthesunsetsea Follow

why are there so many crabs on my dash rn

🐺direwolfing Follow

TYWIN LANNISTER IS DEAD 🦀🦀🦀🦀

💙cassssanna Follow

actually i think it's still for king joffrey

🦁lann1sporter Follow

lol i thought it was for robb stark

🥂arborgold Follow

maybe it's for the mountain?

⬛️ freezingmyarseoffonthewall Follow

DOLOROUS EDD LORD COMMANDER 300 AC

⬛️ freezingmyarseoffonthewall Follow

DOLOROUS EDD WILL LEAD US TO VICTORY AGAINST THE OTHERS

🕊️ just-a-humble-sparrow Follow

mother have mercy i was walking by the great sept of baelor (i wanted to pay my respects to our blessed king joffrey) but i was blocked by a knight of the kingsguard—i believe it was one of the kettleblacks, unfortunately i always forget which one has been elevated to the kingsguard—because the queen was keeping vigil over her son, so i prayed outside instead. yet only a few minutes passed when i swear i saw the kingslayer arrive (he seemed to be missing a hand!) and enter. then, and this is the most disturbing part, i swear to the father that i heard noises of fornication coming from inside! i know for a fact that the only other person inside was the queen mother. could the rumors be true? i feel dirty even writing this. i wonder if i should tell my septon.

❤️‍🔥stannis-sweep Follow

stannis has literally been telling y'all and you didn't listen 🙄

🏳️ bannerless Follow

is it just me or is lady stoneheart kinda 👀

[borathae]

Cozy | Yoongi x f.Reader

"In celebration of your anniversary, Yoongi surprises you with a cozy winter holiday in your own little mountain cabin. The days are spent enjoying the tranquility, the evenings are spent enjoying yummy cocoa and the nights are filled with love making. On your fourth night, you surprise Yoongi with a very special massage."

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x Witch!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Slice of Life Fluff, Smut

Warnings: the supernatural aspect of them is basically not present, so this is also for all the besties who don't like supernatural stuff, Yoongi being the ultimate boyfriend, she gets such princess treatment, casual nudity, cuddles and kisses, the next ones are for the smut part: the coziest love making, sub!Yoongi, service Dom!Reader, pillow prince!Yoongi, soft Dom!Reader, massage with a massage candle, can you call this waxplay?, use of lube, anal fingering, prostate massage, use of a prostate vibrator, she just wants to make him feel good, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), he has sensitive thighs, cock worship, body worship, kisses, praise, loving dirty talk, loveliest aftercare, this is so sweet and comforting, they're so in love holy fuck

Wordcount: 9.7k

a/n: being treated like a princess and treating my boy like a king in return? yes. this is the ultimate life and nobody can fucking stop me. enjoy besties, i love them so much that i want to cry 🤎 ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOONGIE I LOVE YOU <3

It will be your anniversary this Wednesday and Yoongi surprised you with a trip to the Austrian alps. He rented out a cabin high up a mountain, which was only accessible by a narrow one lane path. He told you to pack warm and take your favourite books and then took you in his jeep. 

You and he haven’t left the cabin yet except for your second day where you drove down to the local supermarket to buy groceries for the week. You will be here for six nights. Yoongi cooks for you. He already announced that he will. You also take a lot of walks and built a snowman in front of your cabin. The afternoons you spend doing your own things. You like to read, while Yoongi likes making music on his laptop. Every now and then, one or the other would look up for a moment to catch a glimpse of the other person. Come dinner time and you find yourselves cooking together whilst chatting about the most random of things. 

Tonight’s dinner was authentic Carbonara with local eggs and bacon. It tasted wonderfully. You went for two portions because you couldn’t get enough. Yoongi was so happy, watching you enjoy the meal and feeling full just watching you. 

The latter has been occupying the bathroom for the last thirty minutes, but seems to finally be done. You are reading on the couch when the bathroom door opens. The scent of his shampoo instantly fills the room. 

“The bathroom's still toasty if you wanna go now", Yoongi says as he leaves the room. He is wearing his sleep pants, but no shirt, rubbing his hair dry with his towel.

You follow him with your eyes, feeling your heart flutter. He is so perfect. His arms tense and flex as he dries his hair, his chest stretches in the position and his tummy looks so soft. Your eyes linger on it for longer. He isn’t sucking it in anymore. 

In the beginning of your relationship, Yoongi always sucked in his stomach when he was shirtless in front of you. Years passed and the once conscious act turned into something subconscious, something his body did on reflex. For a few months now, you began to notice that he stopped doing it more and more. It has been four days since you came here and not once have you seen him suck in his stomach. 

“What?” Yoongi asks as he sits down on a chair in front of the floor mirror, “why are you looking at me?” 

“It’s nothing. I don’t wanna say it yet”, you say and get up to use the bathroom as well.

“What do you mean?” he asks and you can watch how his stomach instinctively tenses up. 

“No, it’s nothing bad. You’re just so handsome. I was swooning over you again”, you assure him and give him a back hug. One kiss to his cheek. Another to his neck. The last on top his shoulder. 

Yoongi looks at you with half-lidded eyes. 

“I’m taking a shower now. Okay?” you ask as you give his shoulders a gentle massage. 

“Yeah, okay.” 

“My handsome prince”, you say and snicker when this makes him lower his eyes bashfully.

You close the door, but don’t lock it. You are in the midst of stepping inside the shower when Yoongi knocks.

“Yes?” 

“Can I come in?”

“Sure.”

The door opens. Yoongi doesn’t look at you on purpose. 

“Sorry, I forgot my brush”, he says and fetches it from the counter. He waves it in the air, “found it.”

And with that, he leaves again, keeping his head lowered in respect. You snicker to yourself. He is such a sweetheart. You wouldn’t have minded if he looked at you, but he still made sure not to be disrespectful. It is the same with any kind of touch which could be interpreted sexually. He could kiss you, grope you, fuck you and ruin you without asking if he wanted to, but would he do so? Of course not. He only touches you when he knows you want it, just as he only looks when he knows you want it. He makes you feel so important and loved with it. You aren’t a piece of meat to objectify for him, a pretty thing to perform at all times. You are his most precious person, his favourite human and the treasure he will only worship if you allow him. Oh it feels so good to be with someone who allows you to be so disgustingly human. 

Which makes the fact that he started relaxing his stomach in your presence all the more precious. He is finally allowing himself to be so disgustingly human in your presence. 

You love this man so much.

Yoongi is wearing the full pyjama set once you leave the bathroom. His hair is dry and fluffy. His bangs hang into his face, making him appear so much younger.

He lifts his eyes and lowers them instantly when he realises that you were naked. 

“It’s okay to look, I don’t mind” you assure him and leave for the bedroom, “I forgot my pjs. Silly me.”

You return soon. You and he are matching. You had the idea and Yoongi instantly took the soft pyjamas you offered. Even your fluffy socks are matching.

“Did you brush your teeth yet?” he asks you.

“Not yet. Why?” 

“Do you want hot chocolate?” 

“Oh yes”, you gasp with sparkly eyes.

“Okay”, he says and gets up from the couch to hurry to the kitchen. 

You in the meantime get cozy on the couch, bundling up in a woollen blanket.

The cabin is made up of four rooms. The small entrance area where one can store their outside clothes and skiing equipment if needed. Then a sturdy door separates it from the living room and kitchen area, keeping the chill air out that way. 

At the other end of the living space, were two doors next to each other. One for the bathroom and the other for the bedroom. A metal wood burner in the corner closest to the bedroom door keeps the small cabin warm and in the corner closest to the entrance way door, a corner bench with a dining table and three chairs was located. Everything was made out of wood, the floors, the walls and most furniture. It looked traditional and cozy. 

The couch was very obviously from Ikea though. It didn’t feel out of place. 

You turn on the cozy sofa, resting your chin on the edge of the backrest so you could watch Yoongi make hot cocoa.

He makes it on the stove with fresh, local milk and actual chocolate. Apparently Austria has this very famous chocolatier, who also makes chocolate especially for hot cocoas. You and Yoongi picked out a few flavours from the store, which piqued your interests.

Yoongi walks to you with his hands balled into fists. He presents them to you.

“Do I gotta pick?” you ask.

He nods his head.

“What are the flavours?” 

“Banana milk chocolate or cinnamon nougat.”

“Ooh okay uhm”, you tap on his left hand. 

He turns it and opens it, revealing the small chocolate bar. It looks tiny in his big hand.

“Nice, cinnamon nougat”, you say.

“Mhm, good choice”, he says and turns to strut back to the stove. 

He stirs in the chocolate, humming to himself as he does. You keep watching him, kicking your feet giddily. When will the limit of your love for him be reached? You always think that your heart can’t take anymore, but then it grows and grows and grows and it never gets too much. 

Yoongi divides the cocoa into two mugs, giving you more than himself. He fills the pot with some water so it would be easier to clean later and then struts back to you.

You stretch out your hands so he can give it to you over the backrest.

“Careful, it’s really hot.”

“I know. Uh, ah.”

“I told you it's hot”, he whines and tugs the mug away from you again.

“I got it now”, you say and pull your shirt sleeves over your hands.

“Careful.”

“I got it. See? Just had to use my brain.”

He snorts and chuckles, rounding the couch so he could sit down next to you.

“Thank you so much for this. It’ll warm me up in no time.”

"Are you cold? I'll get more wood. And a second blanket”, Yoongi babbles and tries to get up. 

You, however, keep him down by laying your legs over his lap, “I’m cozy. Don’t worry.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Thank you.”

“Okay, yeah. Just tell me if you change your mind.” 

“I will, my love”, you speak softly as your eyes wander over his features adoringly. You are resting back, keeping the hot cocoa on your tummy for now so it could cool down a little. 

Yoongi is sitting up, fumbling with the edge of the mug by tracing it mindlessly. He glances at you and looks away. His cheeks gain colour. 

You notice and give his tummy a little nudge with your toes.

He glances again. You give him a smile. He barely retorts it because then he is looking away bashfully again.

He takes a breath in the distinct way he always does when he wants to talk. Nothing comes. He is hesitating. 

“What do you wanna say?” you ask him.

“How did you know that I wanted to say something?” he gasps, looking at you with widened eyes.

“Just the way you breathed.”

“Ah”, he flusters, “am I that predictable?”

“No, it’s just that we’re spending so much time with each other.”

“I guess, yeah.” 

“What did you wanna say?”

“Don’t laugh at me.”

“I won’t laugh, promise.”

“What did you mean by what you said earlier?”

“What did I say again?”

“That you didn’t wanna say it yet”, he says and touches the side of his neck in self soothing, “it made me feel insecure”, he adds in a whisper.

“It did? No Yoongi, I’m sorry”, you gasp and sit up to close in on him. Your legs are still thrown over his lap. The mug rests on your thighs for now, “I’m sorry that it made you feel this way. It was something totally positive, but I just didn’t wanna say it yet in order not to ruin it.” 

“What do you mean? I don’t know what to make of this.”

“Okay so, uhm, please don’t take it to heart, but I noticed that you stopped sucking in your tummy when you’re shirtless with me.”

“My tummy?” he touches it, “I’m sucking in my stomach?”

“Not anymore. You did so for the longest time and I understand why you did it, but since a few months ago, you stopped doing it and I guess I just looked at you because I thought that you were so beautiful this way.” 

“Oh. Uhm”, he lowers his head shyly, “okay. I didn’t know that I did that.”

“That’s okay. I understand, you have issues with your torso.” 

“Yeah”, he nods his head, “fuck sorry, I’m an idiot. I thought you were thinking something bad, that I looked weird or something.”

“No, my love. Not even for a millisecond.” 

He nods his head, sagging his shoulders in relief.

“Okay. Uhm, thank you. I needed to hear this.”

“Of course, my love. Thank you for communicating.” 

Yoongi glances at your lips, “can I give you a kiss?” he whispers.

“Yes, but careful the choco”, you allow him. 

Together you make it work without spilling anything, ending the loving kiss with a little stub of your noses. 

Yoongi leans back with his eyes racing over your face.

“Did I seriously suck in my stomach all the time?” 

You nod your head.

“I didn’t realise that I did it.”

“I figured. When my current life started out and being naked in front of someone else suddenly became a regular thing, I began sucking in my tummy too until you helped me gain a lot of self confidence. I think we’re all a little too mean to the part of our body which literally keeps all our important organs safe and cozy”, you say and rub your tummy gently. 

Yoongi chuckles, his eyes soften. You giggle, scrunching your nose.

“Does it look weird now that I’m not doing it?”

You shake your head, “it didn’t look weird as you did it and it doesn’t look weird now. You have the perfect tummy”, you say and give it a little rub.

Yoongi looks into his mug, trying not to smile but failing miserably. His cheeks are rosy.

“My cutie”, you say and kiss his cheek.

He turns his head, begging for a kiss with longing eyes and parted lips. You can’t deny him, not when he looks so pretty like this. You kiss him as best as the mugs allow you to. 

You only break the kiss once air gets sparse. 

“This was nice”, you whisper. 

“Yeah. Nice”, he breathes, studying your lips as if they were his favourite artwork. 

You kiss him unexpectedly, resulting in his lips to tremble and his breath to hitch in his throat. You don’t let it deepen as it was only supposed to be a quick kiss, sitting back and taking the first sip of the cocoa.

“Mhhm yummy”, you say and drink again.

Yoongi tries his’ as well, nodding his head in agreement.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it’s good. Really sweet though.”

“Yes, but that’s the best part. The sweet really makes it so yummy.” 

“Yeah”, he agrees and licks his lips after taking a sip, “do you still wanna watch a movie?” 

“Sure, I’d still be down. You?” 

“I guess, yeah.”

“So no”, you chuckle.

“No, sorry.”

“That’s okay, we could do something else. Oooh, do you wanna try the game?”

The cabin offers a Wii (mounted to the dresser because people can be assholes) with some multiplayer party games installed. You have been talking about trying Mario Party ever since you realised that it was on there. 

“Yeah we could do that. I’ll suck really bad though”, he says. 

“That’s okay. I’m not the best either”, you say and get off the couch to turn on the Wii, “should we compete against each other?” 

“Can’t we be a team? Is that possible?” he pouts, “I don’t wanna compete against you”, he murmurs sadly. 

“Fine, we’ll be a team. Okay, idea. One round we’re a team and another we’re competing? Just for fun?”

“Yeah, okay. I like this idea.”

The game is so much fun. You and Yoongi make up the perfect team. There is not a moment where one of you raises their voice or snaps at the other. The only times you and he get a little louder was during your victory cheers and especially thrilling moments during the mini games where you squealed and squeaked in excitement. It was shared squealing however and based on the thrill of the game.  

The second round was just as fun. Your cocoas have long been finished and you are cuddling under the blanket. You have your head on Yoongi’s chest while he is resting against the pillows. You can feel his voice whenever he speaks and you always get gently shaken around whenever he is caught by the thrill of a mini game. 

Yoongi ends up winning and despite his initial distaste against competing, he is very smug about it. 

“What can I say, I’m natural”, he says, putting the control down, “waaah, I’m a genius”, he sighs and drops his head into the pillows, smirking like the cocky little shit he currently is.

“Wah, look at you gloating”, you tease, nudging his chin.

“I’m not. I’m just saying. I’m a total natural.”

You shimmy up his body until your chests are touching and you have him under you. Your elbows rest in the pillows, his big hands rest themselves on your lower back. He is looking up at you with a smirk, yet fond eyes.

“You’re cocky”, you say, combing your fingers through his hair mindlessly.

“You’re just salty that you lost.”

“Wow”, you laugh, “and here I was thinking that you didn’t wanna compete against me.”

“I didn’t.”

“Mh-hm sure”, you joke.

Yoongi chuckles deeply. His face is glowing in adoration. You brush his bangs out of his face, giving his forehead a little massage as you do it. Over and over. It feels so nice to Yoongi. He feels in paradise right now. Your weight is on him, the blanket traps your shared body heats and your heart is beating so calmly against his chest. Your touch is also so gentle and filled with love and Yoongi thinks that you look especially pretty right now. 

He is in heaven. 

You giggle and rest your head on his shoulder. You can nuzzle your nose against his neck like this and Yoongi can hug you so, so tightly. He does it instantly, rubbing your back up and down and in little circles. 

“This is so cozy”, you whisper.

“Yeah, it’s cozy”, he agrees with his eyes closed. 

“Can we stay like this for a while?” 

“Yeah. Please.”

And so it happens that you cuddle for heaven knows how many minutes. It is so wonderful to both of you. To be so close, to share warmth, to hug and snuggle and adore. It is truly the best ending of an already amazing evening. You don’t talk a lot during the cuddles and that’s perfect. There is no better kind of comfort than truly enjoying the cuddles without any kind of distractions. 

You are soon starting to get sleepy however. Well, Yoongi more than you. And so you agree on leaving the couch for bed cuddles instead. You brush your teeth next to each other and while you leave for the bedroom first, Yoongi stays back to use the loo. 

You are sitting on the bed when he comes in. A candle is burning on the bedside table. Yoongi joins you on bed, lying down on his side while you keep seated. He looks up at you with a toothless, cute smile and reaches out to hold your hand. He is tracing your knuckles as he does. 

You retort the smile, shimmying into a more intimate position by taking a second pillow and using it to support your left arm. You are also on your side, giving Yoongi an opportunity to hide away in your chest. He takes it instantly, stubbing you with his nose as content, little purrs leave him. 

You close your arms around him, burying your right hand deep in his hair. You play with it, massaging his scalp and his exposed ear whenever you get the chance. His purrs grow in volume each time you pay attention to his ear, and from what you can tell, he rubs his feet together under the blanket whenever it happens. 

“Are you comfy?” you ask him in a soft voice.

“Yeah”, he whispers, nodding his head. He slides his hand under your shirt, rubbing your waist slowly. His palm feels incredibly soft against your skin, he warms you so well.

“Me too, my love”, you say and peck his ear. You follow it up with a little rub of his earlobe. Yoongi purrs and wiggles his toes. If someone would ever ask him the definition of perfect moment, he would say it is this one. To know that no one else is around and that he can truly let all his guards down is so incredibly relaxing to Yoongi. He likes life at the estate, he likes living together with his forever family, but sometimes he still feels a little too nervous to let go because of the possibility of someone walking in on you and him. So this holiday has been a dream for him. It’s just you and him and that means he can be the cuddly, snuggly boyfriend he so longs to be.

“Boongie?” you whisper into the silence.

“Mhm”, he hums, sounding sleepy.

“I have an idea.”

“Mhm.”

“What if I used the candle to give you a massage?” 

‘“Mhm? What?” he breathes.

“It’s a massage candle and I could use the wax to massage your back. You know? Rub your shoulders, trace your spine, get that tension out your lower back”, you say, scratching his back in demonstration. 

Yoongi shivers at the touch, rubbing his feet together. 

“Would you like that? I just think that it could be romantic.”

“Yeah”, he whispers.

“Yeah?”

He nods his head.

“Oh Yoongi”, you hug him against you, “I’m so happy. Wow, I’m gonna make you feel so good and cozy”, you say and break the hug to get the candle instead. 

Yoongi takes off his shirt in the meantime, lying down on his tummy. He lifts his arms above his head, hugging the pillow this way and squishing his cheek against it. He is watching you with half-lidded eyes, anticipating the massage with a fluttering tummy. You could do anything to him right now. Anything, as long as it means that he can stay in this cozy dream forever. 

“Oh? You’re already shirtless. Wow”, you say and crawl to him. The candle you have already blown out, holding it safely in your hand, “are you excited?”

He nods his head.

“Me too. I like massages.”

He hums in acknowledgement, but doesn’t say more.

“Actually, I like pampering you in general. Have you noticed?”

Yoongi thinks of all the countless, wonderful times you pampered him. All the baths you made him, all the times you washed his hair and soaped his body, all the massages and “super duper special king spa treatments” you give him, all the flower bouquets you make him and all the small little rubs and touches you give him throughout the day. Yoongi thinks of every time he felt adored and pampered by you and he feels his entire body tingle in reaction.

“Yeah”, he answers you, arching his back into your touch because you placed your hand on his back.

“I really like doing it”, you confess and sit down on the back of his thighs.

Yoongi hopes that you never stop doing it. He feels so unworthy of it sometimes until he remembers that you wouldn’t like it if you knew that he is putting himself down. Then he starts feeling grateful for it.

“Are you comfy like this? Am I too heavy?”

“You’re never too heavy. You’re perfect”, he lulls his words, having his eyes closed.

“Thank you, this is so sweet of you to say.”

You rub your right hand up and down his back, tracing the way his spine swirls with your fingertips.

“Are you ready? It will be really warm.”

“Yeah, ready.”

“Okay, here it comes”, you say and tilt the candle.

Yoongi reacts in a full body squirm and his thighs tensing under you. You trace his spine, painting a waxy line from between his shoulder blades down to his tailbone.

“How is the temperature?”

“Nice”, he sighs.

You place the candle aside and begin spreading the massage oil with the flat of your palms.

“Oh it feels so nice. Really warm. It’s like a warm oil pour”, you say as you work carefully to cover every inch of his back with the oil.

“Mhm”, he hums, nodding his head slowly.

“Oh my love”, you gush, “my love, your skin is so soft. You’re so perfect, my love.”

Yoongi flusters. He stays silent because he is shy and doesn’t know how to react to your compliments, but he hopes that you never stop with them. He loves being adored. He loves it so much. Staying alone and sheltered was never better than having someone like you in his life. He loves being loved and he loves loving in return.

Now that the oil is evenly distributed, you begin with the massage. You start off with his shoulders, using your thumbs to locate the tenser spots and using them as well to break them down in circular motions.

“You barely have knots, my love”, you tell him, massaging along his shoulder blades.

“Is ‘cause you always massage me”, he mumbles with his lips naturally pouted by the position he finds himself in.

“Yeah, that’s true. I do massage you a lot”, you say, “but then, you massage me a lot too.”

“Mhm. Is nice.”

“Very nice.”

“All of it is nice.” 

“Yeah? Am I doing well?”

He nods his head and shivers as you run your fingertips along his skin. 

“All of it’s nice”, he repeats, “I like this trip so much.”

“Me too, Boongie. I like it so much. You really picked out the perfect place.” 

“Thank you. I wanted it to be perfect. You’re my love.”

You feel your heart swell in your chest. You run your eyes over his features with butterflies dancing in your tummy. He is such a loving person. He always says that he is cold and unfamiliar with romance, but he is so full of love. He is warm and sweet and loves without being aware that he does. You lean down and kiss the shell of his ear.

“You’re my love too”, you whisper.

“Mhm”, he hums happily and smiles slightly, “I like the cocoa every night.” 

“Yeah, me too and all the yummy food you make.”

“Yeah, thank you. I try to be good.”

“You are the best. I’m so spoiled with you”, you kiss his ear again, “and lucky”, you add, giggling sweetly as you squeeze him gently. 

“No, I’m lucky”, he corrects you and shifts as you trace his spine, “I like it there.” 

“Yeah? There?” 

You trace his spine by massaging along each side of it. He has little dimples at his lower back. You include them in circular motions before going up again. You repeat it over and over. Down to his dimples and up to his shoulders.

“There is nice.” 

“Then I’ll keep doing that”, you say and fall silent together with him.

You and he share in the silence for a while. The only thing audible is the faint sound of your hands gliding over his oiled-up back. The sound is just as relaxing as the massage. For both of you. And while Yoongi enjoys the touch, you find great relaxation at the sight. You love how his skin and muscles shift and move under your fingertips. It is both fascinating and deeply relaxing. He looks so soft and squishable. You love it.

“Can you do my legs too?” Yoongi breaks the silence in a whisper.

“Your legs?” you whisper as well.

“Nevermind, it’s fucking stupid.” 

“No, it’s not. Of course I can do your legs. You just gotta help me with your pants, I got oily hands.”

“Yeah, okay. Cover my butt with something.” 

“Okay I will.” 

Yoongi shimmies out of his pants, kicking off the last few inches. You place one corner of the blanket over his butt, giving him a little pat.

“There we go. All modest.” 

“Don’t touch my butt.” 

“I’m not touching your butt, doofus”, you chuckle, “stay still, I’m getting more oil.”

“I’m serious, don’t touch my butt.”

“As a matter of fact, I will, Yoongi. I will only touch your butt from now on", you tease him sarcastically. 

“Whatever", he murmurs, closing his eyes again because you are moving to his legs.

You snicker, “doofus. By how you keep talking about it, Imma think you secretly want me to touch your butt.”

“No, I don’t. You’re wrong.”

“Okay okay if you say so”, you say with a fond chuckle on your lips. You begin spreading the oil on the back of his calves, “are your legs in pain?”

“Yeah, they’re sore from walking.”

“I’m surprised that you can get sore.”

“Yeah well….it’s bad.”

“Aaah I see. It is so bad and not just a scheme to get me to massage you longer.” 

“Yeah, it’s bad.” 

You snicker, “you’re cute”, you say and begin feeling up his calves, “and genuinely tense. Wow, does this hurt?” 

“A little. It’s okay.” 

“Sorry, I gotta loosen you up.”

“It’s okay”, he assures you, “we gotta take a break from walks tomorrow.”

“What? Noo, I was so excited for the walk. Can’t we do it again?” 

“Fine, okay. We’ll take a walk tomorrow.”

“Yay, thank you Boongie.” 

“Mhm”, he hums. A second of silence then he chuckles.

“Tickles?” 

“No, I’m just laughing at myself.”

“Why?”

“You give me one whine and I’m already saying yes. Fuck, I’m so weak for you”, he says and laughs.

“Yeah, true”, you snicker, “maybe I’m just a really good convincerer.” 

“That’s not even a word”, he cackles.

“Yeah it is. Just like skincarer is. And massagerer.” 

He snorts, shaking his head. He covers his eyes with his own hand, laughing with his shoulders.

You laugh with him, wiggling your shoulders happily. You love making him laugh. This is your greatest joy in life. 

“You’re so silly”, he says and sighs loudly, “god. Convincerer”, he murmurs and snickers to himself. 

“You must admit, it got a ring to it.”

“I guess, yeah.” 

You snicker and lower your eyes back to his legs. You guide your hands up his calves until you have his thighs under your palms. You continue the path, applying pressure to get out some of the tension. You stop at the edge of the blanket corner and drag your hands back down his legs again. All the way to his ankles. Back up with the goal of going down at the end. 

“Is this doing something for you?” you ask.

“Yeah.” 

“Good.”

You want to keep doing this motion for a bit because it really helps loosening everything up. Yoongi falls silent and so you share it with him. The wonderful thing about being with each other is that you can both talk and be quiet and it’s equally nice to do. Massages are the perfect time for both and it seems that Yoongi is in the mood for silence right now. 

What you don’t know however is that Yoongi has very sensitive thighs (you know that) and that your innocent touches suddenly start to feel very exciting to him. They feel nice and tingly on his calves and the back of his thighs, but feel almost electric on the inside of them. 

You rub your hands up his thighs, guiding your thumb along his inner thighs this way. Yoongi follows the touch, feeling flutters in his stomach.

He wants to get back in control. He doesn’t want to ruin this sweet moment by being horny. He isn’t like this. Not him.

Your thumbs draw circles on his upper most thighs. Yoongi shivers and bites down on his own lower lip.

But it’s so hard to stay calm. Oh it is so hard. 

Down again. Your attention is on his calves for now, while Yoongi wishes for it to be on his thighs instead. You draw relaxing lines for a little while and then you finally take on your journey up his thighs.

Nice and relaxing on the back of them, but electric on the inside. Yoongi opens his legs just a little. 

“Is that nice?” you ask him and stay lingering on his inner thighs.

Yoongi had hoped you would. That is why he spread his legs like a needy boy in the first place. 

“Nice”, he sighs, twisting a bundle of the pillow as his senses blur. He can feel every second of your touch. 

It is so obviously innocent. So full of love and adoration and the desire to relax. Yoongi feels so guilty for making it into something so exciting, but he can’t help himself. He’s got such sensitive thighs and your fingers carry special magic in them. One touch was enough to enchant him and now he is paying the consequences. On top of that, he is feeling so cozy and good tonight. This is a happy kind of horny. 

Your fingers slide under the hem of the sheets, brushing against the swell of his buttocks. Yoongi tenses up, not in discomfort but desire. He is on fire. This is making him so needy. 

“Oops, sorry. Too far”, you gasp, retreating your touch instantly.

Yoongi lifts his butt, aching for your touch.

“Please.”

Your stomach tingles. You feel intensely overwhelmed for just a second. He looked so needy. 

“I’m sorry?” you ask him, gawking at him with widened eyes and your hands resting on the back of his thighs.

“Mh-hm fuck”, he gets out and squirms. He lifts his hips again, tensing his thighs.

Your heart flutters. He is needy. This isn’t just a silly trick of your mind. Your innocent touches made him needy. You genuinely didn’t plan on doing this to him, so this is speeding up your pulse insanely.

“What’s the matter?” you ask him, rubbing his inner thighs to soothe him. This touch is not of innocent nature. This is meant to make him needier.

“Horny”, he whispers and lifts his butt again.

“Wow, this just made me so excited. You just opened the floodgates”, you say and chuckle, “are you serious?”

He nods his head and squirms, opening his legs further.

“Touch me. Please”, he begs quietly.

“Your bum?”

“Yeah.”

“Didn’t you specifically tell me not to touch your butt?”

“I was dumb. Wanna be touched. Please.” 

“Fuck, you’re hot. Wow Boongie, I didn’t plan for this evening to go that way, but I’m so excited”, you say and giggle. You claim the space above him for a moment, leaning down to bite his ear gently.

Yoongi sighs, tilting his head to give you better access. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. You?” 

“Mh-hm yeah. What do you want me to do?” you ask him.

“Just do anything.”

“Not enough, I need you to use your words.”

Yoongi whines in embarrassment, shaking his head. You close your fingers around the back of his neck and squeeze in warning. He mewls quietly.

“Finger me”, he chokes out, following it up with a shy, “fuck, please.” 

“That’s better”, you praise and caress his neck, “I’m gonna make you feel so good, my love”, you whisper, basking in his breathy sighs. He looks so pretty making them with his lips parted and his eyes closed. You kiss his ear, “now stay. I’m getting the lube.”

Being organised is awesome because it only takes you a few seconds to get what you need. Lube and a little surprise for later. You’ll make sure to include it once Yoongi is blissed out. 

You climb on top of him and rub his back. Yoongi moves into the touch, relaxing under it. He is so excited. Being touched and pampered made him feel so needy tonight. Ninety percent of your massage nights don’t end in sex. They are truly just relaxing bonding moments to you and him, so tonight is an exception. An exception you are more than willing to take advantage of. You love when Yoongi gets the kind of needy where he begs for your touch. Those occasions are rare and precious. And leave you way too needy for more.

You draw circles on his lower back, using the opportunity to pull off the blanket. Yoongi arches his back the moment he is exposed, presenting his bubble butt to your eyes. 

“So pretty”, you say and grab his buttocks to knead them. He’s got so much to offer. For someone who is naturally petite, he has the most voluptuous butt ever. You love it and how it feels between your fingers.

Yoongi purrs, feeling his head begin to blur. You are exposing his hole every now and then, making him need it to be touched and explored. The air feels so cold on his skin, all he wants is your warm touch and the stretch of your fingers filling his hole.

Except that the first experience you give him is that of your insanely warm and wet tongue grinding against his hole.

“Ah”, Yoongi moans loudly, tensing his thighs. He wants to cum. That’s how fucking good the surprise feels. He is suddenly so fucking excited and turned on and giddy that he could genuinely burst.

“Mhm, mhm, mhm”, you let out as pull back with a sigh, “mhm so good”, you lick his hole, “so good, mhm”, you bury your face between his buttocks and grind the flat of your tongue against his hole by nodding your head.  

Yoongi didn’t plan on being loud, but here he is. Being loud. And it is solely because you decided to start it off by using your mouth on him. Him. The man with the biggest oral fixation ever. The man who absolutely loses every functioning brain cell the second your mouth is on any kind of pleasure spot. Yoongi didn’t plan on being loud, but it’s fucking impossible when you are giving him his favourite thing.

You break away again with a slurp. It is just for gathering your saliva because seconds later, you are spitting on his hole. You pick it up with your pointer and middle finger, spreading it on his hole in upwards and downwards motions. 

Yoongi reaches behind himself and spreads his own ass, dimpling his buttocks this way.

“That’s my good boy, spread yourself for me”, you talk to him sweetly, gazing at his exposed hole with love drunk eyes. He is so pretty.

Yoongi obeys gladly, feeling hazy. You made him wet, which makes the air feel so much colder on his skin. Never before did he crave your warm touch more than right now.

He mewls softly, arching his back. 

“You’re so pretty”, you say and place your hands over his’. You lower your tongue back to his begging hole and lap at it in quick, short licks. He flinches each time you do, clenching under your tongue needily. 

“Fuck…”

This is driving him insane. It feels so good. Your tongue is so wet and warm. Your hands over his’ feel so adoring and safe.

Yoongi buries his face in the pillow and groans. He drags out the sound until he has to breathe in, doing so in gasps and wiggles of his hips. 

“You’re cute”, you say, lifting your mouth from his hole. You make up for the loss of contact by rubbing his wet rim, playing with his balls with your other hand. He has the softest skin. You love feeling it up and giving it a good massage. 

“Good. Good what you’re doing”, he gets out, parting himself wider. He sticks his butt out just a little, presenting his hole almost proudly. 

Oh what a contrast to his once shy nature. He talked about covered butts and you staying away from it and now look at him. He is arching his back and parting himself willingly. 

“Keep it like that, love”, you order him, lifting your hands for just a few moments so you could reach for a spare pillow. You place it under him, guiding hid hips down gently. 

Yoongi loves when you guide him, rolling his hips into the pillow as if he was making love to it. 

“So needy”, you giggle and reach to your side for the lube.

“Yeah”, he agrees.

“Mhm, I love it. Spread yourself again, my love.”

He obeys instantly, waiting for your touch with bated breath. 

You open the lube bottle and tilt it over his hole, letting some of the lube trickle down. 

He doesn't react to it, but that is because he is Yoongi and he sometimes likes to stay quiet during sex. He also doesn’t react when you touch his rim to spread the lube, but you don’t mind these days. 

It was a little different at first. Of course it was. Having him be quiet even during something normally as vocal as sex was surprising at first, but with time and learning each other’s intimacy languages, you really started to enjoy his quiet moments. Because as long as Yoongi is quiet, it means he is so lost in the pleasure that he forgets to make sounds. 

“You’ve got the prettiest hole”, you praise because you love filling the silence with words of adoration. He deserves them. 

“Mhm.” 

“Ready?” 

“Yeah, ready”, he says and lifts his hips a little. 

“I’ll start with one.”

“Do it.” 

You rub the pad of your finger up and down his hole a few times before finally pushing in.

Yoongi loses all kinds of tension in his body instantly, sinking into the pillow as if you just pushed the turn off button to his muscle functions. He releases an audible sigh, following it up with a small “mhm”. 

“Slipped right in. You’re so soft, my love”, you purr, moving your finger in and out carefully, “hurts? You’re so tight.” 

“No. Good. So good.” 

“That’s good to hear. Tell me if it’s uncomfy.”

“Is good, keep going please.” 

There is something deeply meditative about fingering Yoongi. Which is something highly unusual to say about such a sexy act, but it really relaxes you tonight. You aren’t going fast or rough, chasing the pleasure like a madwoman craving her high. No. Tonight, you are going slow and gentle, making it all about the journey rather than the destination. 

You are taking time to really savour it and worship him in the process. While your dominant hand is busy with loosening his hole gently, your other hand is busy caressing his back and sides. You rub your palm up and down, trace his spine and give the softer spot a little squeeze. All while your finger gives him the feeling of being full he so dearly craved. 

Yoongi feels in paradise. He likes when you are rough and you force the pleasure to the surface. But there is something insanely healing about being eased into it. You take time, take it slow, keep it gentle. Yoongi feels so cherished and safe when you give it to him slowly. 

And how much more intensely it builds up. The warmth goes so much deeper and feels so much hotter than if you did it fast.

It has been quiet for some time already until Yoongi breaks it with a whisper of your name. He sounds so out of breath and hazy.

"Yes, my love?" 

“Can you use a second finger?” 

“Of course”, you say and slip out to put more lube. You give his rim a little rub and slide back inside. Two fingers at a time, you go slow to prevent pain. The pain never comes, only warm tingles so, so deep inside him.

He groans, clenching around you needily. 

“So tight again”, you speak softly, pumping your digits in and out of him. You curl them each time they pass his prostate, sending electricity all through his body.

“Mhhm”, his voice shook as he made the sound. 

“More lube?” 

He shakes his head, “feels so good.” 

Your stomach tingles. He is so sexy when he talks like this. 

“Mhm”, you hum and lean down to kiss your way up along his back until you have his ear under your lips. You keep the rhythm of your fingers going, nibbling on his ear slowly. 

Yoongi sighs, chasing your kisses with shivers running down his back. They go straight to his prostate, allowing your fingers to feel so much better than they already. Which means a lot because he is genuinely so far gone in paradise. 

“You feel so good”, he sighs and follows it up with a deep, happy moan.

“Mhm, my good boy”, you praise him and sit back up so you could really concentrate on fingering him. 

The tranquillity returns. Slow and gentle, you fuck open his pretty hole. You watch every shift and change, take in how it hugs your digits and moves around them and caress his back as you do it. Truly, you could do this for hours. Tranquillity might have returned, but Yoongi is a lot noisier than he was before. 

He gasps and sighs. He lets out little moans and deep groans. He even purrs and whispers your name every now and then. You kiss his back or ear with every sound he makes, feeling so entirely high on this moment that you have to moan with him every now and then.

You are sitting, gazing at his loose hole when Yoongi speaks again. Or begs for that matter.

“Faster.”

“Faster. Like this?” you ask and speed up by curling your fingers against his prostate repeatedly. 

“Ye-yes. Holy fuck, urgh god”, he groans and lifts his hips off the pillow to press back on your fingers.

“Shit, is this doing it for you?” 

“Yeah, yah, y-yeahah.” 

“This is so hot. So fucking hot, oh god.” 

“___, please don’t stop aaah.” 

“I won’t, my love. Fuck, this is so hot”, you moan, switching between looking at his flushed hole and his scrunched face. 

It is buried halfway in the sheets, glowing in bliss. Strands of his hair are sticking to his forehead, his brows are furrowed tightly. His cheeks are so pink, his lips are as well. 

“You’re so handsome, it’s insane”, you croak and look at his butt.

He can’t stop fucking back onto your fingers in squirmy arches of his back. It must feel so good. You are hitting the right spot. The truly, perfect right spot. 

“I wanna make you feel so good, Yoongi love. Shit, wanna make you shake”, you confess and speed up, adding movement to the curls. You use your wrist for it. 

Yoongi’s moans grow in volume and in quantity. If he isn’t moaning, he is gasping and breathing out the neediest curses. 

“Holy fuck, it feels so good. What the fuck are you doing?” he chokes out as he tries and fails to get on his knees. His legs are shaking too much to hold his weight. He is destined to drop back into the pillow and use what little strength his hips offer to fuck back onto your fingers.

“What are you doing to me? Oh god”, he keens, shaking under you.

“Is it that good?” 

“Yeeeees”, he groans and grabs the sheets above his head to twist them desperately, “fuck ___, fuck holy fuck.”

“I’m going insane, you are so sexy”, you moan, staring at him with blown out pupils. His ass is so noisy all of a sudden. So wet and greedy. You need to give it to him harder and make the noises grow. 

And oh how they grow. He sounds so wet, matching the volume with loud moans and needy variations of the word “yes” and your name. Truly, two words are enough to drive you mad. 

“You’re taking me so well”, you try to praise him, but quite frankly you can barely get the words out. He is stealing your sanity by being such a handsome, perfect man for you.

“A-ah ah aha ha”, Yoongi moans loudly, arching his back repeatedly as you abuse his prostate in the most amazing ways. He is close. His stomach is so tight, his legs so weak and the fire between them is reaching unbearable levels. You worked him up and now the crescendo is close. Yoongi swears he might need to scream soon.

“Mhhm Yoongi, that’s it. That’s my kitten.”

He is so restless, so squirmy and shaky. It is turning you on like crazy. Your fingers are starting to get tired, but you don’t slow down. You want to give him the fingerfuck of the century. He deserves to feel amazing.

“I have to cum”, he moans, shaking like crazy, “ah ah”, he squeaks breathily, getting on his knees to fuck back. His legs tremble uncontrollably, but he preservers, arching his back oh so prettily. 

“You’re so sexy. You’re so fucking pretty.”

“I have to, to cu-cum. ___ ah”,

“I’m not slowing down baby, cum on my fingers. Go on, show me.”

Yoongi yelps up in pleasure, breaking apart on your skilled fingers. He is clenching and pulsating around you, burying his face in the mattress so he wouldn’t scream. His fingers are twisting the sheets, his body twitches repeatedly. He isn’t leaking from his cock, which means he is currently experiencing the best kind of orgasm ever. A prostate orgasm. So intense and deep inside and insanely addictive, that one is never enough. 

Yoongi drops into the sheets once the shaking finally subsides. He huffs out air repeatedly, writhing weakly. He is tensing around your fingers, fucking the pillow as he keeps chasing the warmth. Of course one isn’t enough. 

“More”, he begs, “more please.” 

“You’re driving me insane”, you croak, “god, my fingers are gonna cramp. Give me a second, yeah?” you say and pull out.

“Please back. More please, don’t stop. Back”, he begs desperately.

“I am. Feel it”, you say and drag the tip of the prostate vibrator over his hole, “do you know what this is?” 

“Yeah”, Yoongi exhales, feeling drowsy in excitement.

“Do you want it?”

“Yeah, please.”

“Here it comes”, you say and push it in easily. 

Yoongi purrs, pushing back onto it. Once it sits snug inside him, you turn it on with a press of the button, switching to his favourite setting instantly. You don’t want to make him wait, not when he is so beautifully lost in bliss. Tonight is about him and giving him as much pleasure as possible.

Yoongi turns into jelly instantly, melting into the pillow. He releases small moans and purrs, enjoying the intense vibrations with parted lips and closed eyes. His prostate is throbbing. No words will ever be able to describe how good the toy feels after such an intense high.

“Feels good?”

He nods his head vigorously. His cheeks are flushed, his pink lips so wet from his drool. 

“That’s good to hear”, you say and lay down beside him, running your hand up and down his back. You prop yourself up on your elbow and lean down to kiss whatever parts of his face are exposed.

Yoongi chases you with needy purrs and quick gasps. He spills tears, whimpering so heartbreakingly that you get worried.

You shoot up, cupping his cheek.

“What’s the matter? Does it hurt?”

Yoongi peels his eyes open, looking at you in devotion. He spills a few tears.

“I love you”, he chokes out.

“I love you too”, you whisper, “oh Yoongi, you are so full of love.” 

He whimpers and touches your hand. You hold it instantly, enjoying how he is squeezing you weakly.

“Am I yours?” he asks.

“You’re mine. So entirely mine”, you whisper, brushing his hair out of his sweaty forehead.

Yoongi rolls his eyes back and closes them, growing slack in blissed relief. He is yours. Entirely yours. This feels so good to hear.

He furrows his brows and moans. The reassurance makes the toy feel insanely good all of a sudden. Better than it already did. 

“Touch my cock, please”, he hears himself beg even though his brain currently can’t process anything other than the addicting pleasure deep inside him. 

“Of course, my love. My beautiful love”, you say and give his forehead a kiss for good measures before you shimmy down between his legs again. 

His cock lies perfectly so you can take it between your fingers and jerk it. You pick up some lube as well, spreading it all over his cock and balls.

The vibrator still purrs and pulsates inside him as you begin your cock massage. You go slow for now, paying attention to his balls as well. They are so big and hard already. You know he is going to cum so fucking messily once it’s time.

“Oh god”, Yoongi croaks and twists the sheets, curling his toes as well. His hips chase your hand, trembling weakly because the pleasure is making him so feeble. 

“Now I can feel you all up”, you say and run your hands all over his cock, “you’ve got the prettiest cock. Such a pretty cock.” 

“I can’t do this for long.”

“It’s okay. Tonight’s about you, my prince. Let go whenever you need to.”

Yoongi melts even deeper into the sheets. Yes, that’s possible. You are ruining him to the very core and it feels so good that Yoongi loves every fucking second of being so entirely weak. Your hand is moving exactly how he needs it to. There is pressure around his cock, your warmth is seeping deep into him and your skin is so incredibly soft. You touch him with love. Yoongi can feel it. This isn’t just a touch meant to make him climax, this is a touch placed with love and adoration and because he is important to you. 

Yoongi fears that he might black out once he has to orgasm. You have him so weak. 

“I have to- ah.” 

“It’s okay, my prince. Let go. Just let go”, you encourage him with your sparkling eyes glued to his cock. It is so pink and flushed, glistening prettily because you make him so, so wet. 

“___”, Yoongi moans your name, which makes the orgasm which follows even more intense. Your name means everything to him. Having it be the last thing he can form before his orgasm utterly ruins him, makes him feel actually fucking high. 

Guttural moans follow after your name, his body shakes so much. 

“That’s it. Give me everything. That’s my prince, you’re such a good boy. Give me everything”, you talk him through it, feeling dizzy at the view. He is shooting so much cum and doing it so aggressively at that, that it is covering all of your hands and most of the sheets between his legs.

“God baby, I’m milking you dry. You’re such a good prince, my love. Such a good pretty prince.”

“___ please don’t- ah! stop!”

“I’m not stopping, my love. I want everything of you, you’re such a good boy like this”, you speak softly while your hand pumps his throbbing cock quickly. You apply pressure whenever you reach his tip, squeezing ever single droplet of cum out of him this way.

“___ please, ___”, Yoongi moans into the sheets, shaking harder with every repetition of your name.

He won’t be able to go again after this one, you can already sense it. You are completely destroying him to his very core and he loves it. You love it too. You really, really fucking do.

“Good boy, that’s my good boy. Give me everything”, you moan, allowing him to truly release everything with just a squeeze of your fingers around his tip and a gentle fondle of his balls, “fuck look at you, that’s my prince, squirt for me. Fuuck.”

Yoongi is screaming. At least what he considers screaming. Fuck, it feels so much better than good. This is healing. He didn’t even know how much tension he had inside until you finally squeezed it out of him.

Yoongi doesn’t know how long his orgasm takes, but he knows that once it starts to die down, everything begins to hurt fast. He feels so drained and ruined and his nerves beg for a break.

“Stop”, he croaks weakly, tensing up in discomfort.

“Enough?”

He nods his head, fleeing your hand.

“Good boy, I’m already stopping”, you say and drop his cock to turn off the toy. You go to pull it out, but Yoongi stops it. 

“Leave it, please.” 

“Okay, I will”, you and bend down to kiss along his spine, “god Yoongi, you’re such a good boy. And you’re so handsome and pretty and beautiful. My love, my beautiful love”, you whisper as you worship his back with kisses and touches.

Yoongi melts into a puddle of safe relaxation. There is no better way to recover than being adored by you. You do it so honestly. He always feels so much because of it. 

Once you reach his face, you lie down on your side again, propping yourself up on your elbow. You run your fingers over his face and through his hair, tracing his ear as well. You want him to feel how much you adore him and that he can feel safe with you.

Yoongi enjoys your touches with closed eyes and soft purrs. He feels safe and adored. You are doing such a good job in showing it.

Like this, you and he share moments of tranquillity again where no words need to be exchanged because being with each other is already enough to understand everything. 

The tranquillity gets broken by Yoongi fluttering his eyes open. You smile at him instantly. 

“Thank you”, he whispers. 

“That was a hell of a massage wasn’t it?” 

He chuckles tiredly, nodding his head. If it was humanly possible, his pupils would be little hearts right now. But it isn’t possible and so he gazes at you as if you were his fucking everything (which you are).

“Mhm”, you peck his cheek, “I had so much fun. I love when you’re so relaxed and clearly enjoying it. I love your moans, my love.”

“I loved it a lot”, he says and closes his eyes again, “you’re perfect.”

“No, you are perfect, my love. Gosh, I could eat you”, you say and bite his cheek.

Yoongi chuckles as much as he whines, leaning into it.

“Heh”, you let out, “now lie still, I’m cleaning you up. You made such a mess”, you say as you sit up to start cleaning.

“It felt so good. I couldn’t help it.”

“Don’t apologise, my love. I told you, I’m obsessed with you when you’re being like this.”

“Mhm.”

“The sheets are gonna be so cold and wet tonight though. Oh god, I think we need to pay for deep cleaning.” 

“Afterwards. You’re gonna get them messy too.”

“Oh? Ohoho Yoongi, what do you mean?” you coo playfully as you squeeze his buttocks softly.

“You know what I mean.”

“Mhm, I do. I’m really excited for it.” 

“Mhm.”

“Wanna keep the toy still inside?” you ask as you run your hands up and down his messy inner thighs.

“Maybe a bit longer. Sorry, it’s so nice.” 

“Don’t apologise. You can keep it in for as long as you want to”, you say and lean down to bite his left buttocks.

Yoongi complains loudly, but soon breaks into happy giggles with you. The giggles will continue all throughout the cleaning where you and he can’t seem to stop joking around and will only slowly die down once you and he are cuddling because for some reason, Yoongi can’t stop making funny noises and cracking you up with them.

[crystalwhites]

Astro thoughts ~~

Hey! These are just my thoughts and views, might not go with every placement. So please take what you relate🤎

earth signs definitely have this thing of staying, always staying longer than they should

Scorpio venus talk intensity

moon square Pluto will always have something going on in the background (like in their home or in their love life)

Saturnian are like mountains so calm and strong standing the test of time (Mountains are ruled by Saturn)

I think every Pisces placement could be into spirituality and relate thing at some point in their lives.

self blame, self hatred (not victimizing tho) is really common for Capricorns/Saturnians, like it will always be them questioning themselves in the end.

earth signs will always be the good kids at least that's what I've seen

I'm not sure but I'm guessing Saturnian are prone to having imaginary friend as much as Neptunians (with Saturn comes immense loneliness and isolation)

I'm not surprised 12th house rules psychiatric hospital, mental illnesses, abandoned places it's literally such a mysterious and sacred house

No matter what 8th house people will always become better after any painful event in their lives it's like pain is their catalyst for transformation. It's so good to see that transformed side, beautiful souls <3

Hope you like and resonate!! Thankyou 🤎

[the-ninjago-historian]

Master of The Mountain art from Tommy!!!🤩 This looks so cool!!!🤎🧡🤎🧡🖤🤎🧡🤎🧡🤎🧡🖤🤎🧡🧡🤎🧡🤎🧡🤎🧡🤎🧡🤎🧡🤎🧡🤎

[sweetcarolina-24]

ACOTAR MASTERLIST

❤️‍🔥smut 🩵fluff 🖤angst 🩶series 🤍this song reminds me of them 🤎playlist

poly/ship acotar masterlist

🩶Stargirl (ao3 || wattpad) ❤️‍🔥NSFW Alphabet ❤️‍🔥So Close ❤️‍🔥Mating Frenzy 🖤Spoiled Little Princess 🩵The First Taste

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

❤️‍🔥The Mess You Caused ❤️‍🔥NSFW Alphabet ❤️‍🔥🩵13 Beaches(coming 3/10)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

🩶Dark Paradise (ao3 || wattpad) ❤️‍🔥Look at Yourself ❤️‍🔥NSFW Alphabet 🤎Nesta’s Playlist

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

❤️‍🔥The Headboard ❤️‍🔥NSFW Alphabet(coming 2/25) 🖤The 1 🤍Come Back

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

❤️‍🔥Good Girl ❤️‍🔥NSFW Alphabet(coming 2/28)

🤍Youre Losing Me

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

🩶Scorched Shadows: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 ❤️‍🔥Little Fawn ❤️‍🔥NSFW Alphabet(coming 3/1)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

❤️‍🔥Pretty Little Thing ❤️‍🔥NSFW Alphabet(coming 3/3)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

❤️‍🔥Greedy Little Fox ❤️‍🔥Love ❤️‍🔥NSFW Alphabet(coming 3/6)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

🩶How to Disappear(wattpad || ao3) ❤️‍🔥Stay Still ❤️‍🔥The Birchin ❤️‍🔥NSFW Alphabet(coming 3/8)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

all my playlists based on fiction

🤎brokeback mountain 🤎dead poets society 🤎elizabeth and darcy 🤎euphoria vibes 🤎evelyn hugo 🤎everlark 🤎feysand 🤎gilmore girls 🤎jennifers body vibes 🤎jurdan 🤎little women 🤎nesta archeron 🤎pretty little liars 🤎thirteen vibes 🤎throne of glass 🤎twilight 🤎virgin suicides vibes 🤎warnette 🤎xoxo -gossip girl

[morallyinept]

Respect - A Dave York x Wheelchair User/MS F!Reader One Shot

Written as part of my B O D I E S Series 🤎

BODIES MASTERLIST

Summary: Your husband Dave takes you on a weekend away so you can spend some quality time together as a married couple in love.

Pairing: Dave York x Wheelchair User/MS F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader in terms of ethnicity, Reader does have hair. Reader is a mother to two young girls, hers and Dave's. Reader uses a wheelchair, but is not confined to it, and Reader has MS (Multiple Sclerosis.)

Word Count: 5.1k

Scoville Smut Rating:🌶️🌶️ “It's the emergence, of."

Check out my Scoville Smut Ratings here.

Triggers & warnings: Mentions and descriptions of the symptoms of MS, mostly fatigue and aches/pains. Reader uses a wheelchair on occasion, but is not confined to it/Unprotected PIV (wrap up, folks!)/fingering/oral F receiving/some very light spanking/soft Dave in love with his wife.

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ.☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned.

I write for me, and I share with you. If this story isn't to your taste, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.

Author’s Note: It's important to me that all types of readers are represented in my work, therefore this collection of stories is written for readers with REAL bodies. However, anyone can enjoy them. Whilst this story may not specifically represent your own personal journey, it is my hope that it resonates and offers comfort and enjoyment. The condition/disability mentioned in this story is not 'one size fits all' - everyone's journey is personal and unique, and I have undertaken as much research as I can to write accurately and respectfully. 🤎

MAIN MASTERLIST | DAVE YORK MASTERLIST

Enjoy! 🖤

As the first light of dawn paints the sky in hues of pink and gold, you’re sitting out on the balcony of the cabin, resting easy in your wheelchair; the crisp mountain air filling your lungs with its invigorating scent.

The world around you is alive with the orchestral sounds of nature - the gentle rustle of leaves, the melodious chirping of birds, the soft murmur of the nearby stream.

The air on the balcony carries with it the invigorating scent of the lush forest - a heady blend of pine and cedar, mingled with the earthy aroma of damp moss and fallen leaves. With each breath, you inhale deeply the purifying air and birth a smile.

As the morning sun filters through the trees, it releases the sweet perfume of wildflowers and fresh grasses. The scent is delicate and ephemeral, lingering on the breeze for just a moment before dissipating into the ether.

Despite the heavy ache in your bones, the tiredness that threatens to swarm you on a near constant basis, you defy it and soak in the atmosphere of a place that you’ll never tire of. 

There’s something so healing about nature, a deep connection to something greater than yourself - a sense of oneness with the world around you. The worries and fears that have consumed your thoughts are pushed aside, replaced by a profound sense of gratitude for the beauty of the natural world and the love that surrounds you. 

It’s as if it’s all forgotten, washed away temporarily and that you’re remembering that you’re not defined by the daily battle and onslaught of your body turning against you. 

You feel strong, like the blue mountains casting their sapphire shadows on the horizon, your spirit lifted. You close your eyes, breathing in deep and enjoy these moments when they come, when you tune it all out and remember what life was like before. 

It had been a silent intruder, stealthily weaving its threads into your life, slowly unravelling your strength and mobility at a pace that wasn’t too noticeable at first, often brushed off as just feeling tired or exhausted from the girls and their daily routine.

It was something unexpected for everyone.  

When you were first diagnosed, waves of fear and uncertainty threatened to engulf you. But as time passed, you found a reservoir of strength within yourself that you never knew existed.

Coping with MS became a daily ritual, a delicate dance between acceptance and defiance. You embraced the array of treatments and therapies recommended by your doctors, determined to wrestle back control over your depleting body.

Medications helped alleviate the relentless fatigue and pain, while physical therapy became your lifeline, offering a glimmer of hope for improved mobility. 

You embarked on a quest for self-awareness and acceptance, coming to terms with the limitations imposed by your condition while refusing to be defined by them. It was a journey marked by small victories and occasional setbacks, but through it all, you remained steadfast in your resolve to live life on your own terms.

Central to your coping strategy was the unwavering support of your loved ones. Dave, your husband, stood by your side with unbreakable devotion, and together, you navigated the challenges of MS as a team. A pillar of strength, Dave had shouldered the burden of caregiving with grace and devotion.

From dawn till dusk, he juggled the demands of work, household chores, and the tender care of his family, his own exhaustion masked by a smile that never waned during your inevitable hindrances and moments of frustration.

Your battle with Multiple Sclerosis brought with it a relentless companion: fatigue.

It was an ever-present weight, dragging at your limbs and clouding your thoughts in a nearly constant fog. Some days, it felt like an insurmountable mountain, leaving you drained and worn before the day had even begun.

The fatigue of MS was unlike anything you'd ever experienced. There was tiredness and then there was just… this. It wasn't just physical exhaustion; it seeped into every crevice of your being, sapping your energy and dampening your spirits.

Sometimes, it was too tiring to even smile.

Tasks that were once second nature now felt like Herculean feats, each step heavier than the last. Despite your best efforts to push through the fatigue, the simplest of things - making breakfast, getting dressed - became monumental challenges, leaving you feeling frustrated and overwhelmed.

It was a constant battle against an invisible foe, one that seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. 

Yet, it was in the quiet moments of family life that the true impact of your MS was most felt.

As you watched your daughters grow and thrive, you couldn't shake the nagging fear that your condition would rob you of the precious moments that made life worth living.

The disappointment etched on their faces when they wanted you to come play with them, their laughter echoing like music in the air, and you had to explain that you couldn’t, mommy’s real tired right now, baby… but you would next time, felt utterly wretched.

You longed to join them in their exuberance. But as you attempted to rise from your seat, a wave of weakness would often wash over you, leaving your legs trembling and unsteady. 

Intimacy with Dave was an intricate dance for you, woven with threads of love, desire, and the lingering shadow of your MS symptoms. As your bodies would entwine in the quiet sanctuary of your bedroom, you found yourself grappling with a myriad of emotions, from longing and vulnerability, to frustration and guilt. 

There was a time when you and Dave would embark on the spicier aspect of love-making. But the physical symptoms of your condition soon casted a shadow over it, leaving you feeling self-conscious and insecure.

And as the stiffness and muscle spasms of MS tightened their grip, the simple act of being close to Dave in any form became a painful reminder of your body's betrayal. Sometimes, you couldn’t bear for him to touch you, the pain in your nerves feeling like fire raging throughout your body. 

And with it brought the insolent paranoia, worried that he would grow tired of his own needs not being fulfilled and would ultimately look elsewhere. And whilst it was a heinous thought that would break you completely if he strayed, part of you wouldn’t blame him.

However, he was sure to put those nagging demons to rest more often than not, not only telling you how much he loved you and wanted you, but in acts of showing you.

From the little things, like running you a hot bath when the aches were bad, to making the girls’ packed lunches for the next day at school. To doing the laundry and filing the taxes when your brain was too foggy to concentrate. To bringing home coffee and flowers and pastries, to arranging a weekend getaway for you both so you could rest and relax in the cabin that you loved so much.

Dave was the perfect mix of attentive husband and teammate. 

The love of nature runs deep within your veins, an intrinsic part of who you are. From a young age, you found solace and joy in the great outdoors - exploring forest trails, wading through babbling brooks, discovering new species of bug or plant, and basking in the warmth of the sun's rays.

Nature was your sanctuary, your refuge from the stresses and strains of everyday life - a place where you felt truly alive, truly yourself. But as your MS symptoms began to manifest, you found yourself increasingly frustrated by the limitations they imposed on your ability to enjoy the outdoors so freely.

The simple act of hiking through the woods or taking a leisurely stroll through a park became fraught with steep challenges, each step a reminder of the toll that your condition had taken on your body. It was a bitter pill to swallow, watching from the sidelines as your family frolicked in the embrace of nature, while you remained tethered to the confines of your wheelchair on really bad days, or the support of your husband's arm to stay upright.

But there are good days too; on those rare and precious days, when your symptoms relent and your body feels lighter, you seize the opportunity to immerse yourself fully in the beauty of nature and the connections found around you. 

You smile when you hear the balcony door creak open and footsteps pad against the wooden beams. Glancing over your shoulder, Dave’s mussed brown hair and sleepy deep eyes greet you. 

He’s just stunning like this, even after all these years together, he still takes your breath away when wearing a simple, faded sleep t-shirt and tight black boxers hugging his thighs as he makes his way towards you and takes you in his strong arms. 

Arms that have never wavered, despite the load he carries. You can’t help but marvel daily at the depth of Dave's devotion, his willingness to go above and beyond to ensure your comfort and well-being.

When you got your diagnosis, Dave immediately went into adapting mode. Switching up the spare room downstairs into a bedroom for the days when you couldn’t make it up the stairs. He spent more time working at home to support you with chores and the task of running a household.

But it's not just you who benefits from Dave's dedication. Your daughters, too, are the recipients of his tireless efforts, as he juggles the demands of work and family with grace and patience. Whether it's attending Molly’s soccer games and school recitals, or helping with Alice’s homework and the complexities of her maturing into puberty, Dave is always there, a steady presence in their lives.

And you couldn’t be more proud or grateful to have him by your side, especially when he does this, all this, for you. 

You think back to when he said he was taking you away for the weekend to the cabin, just the two of you. Your eyes had widened in surprise, a smile spreading across your face. "Really? That's amazing! But what about the girls?"

"They'll be staying with my parents for the weekend," Dave explained. "It'll just be you and me, baby."

And although you were excited at the prospect, you couldn’t help but worry about your condition incapacitating you from enjoying some much needed time with your husband. 

And sensing your concern, Dave added, "we'll take things slow, at your pace. It's not about what we do, it's about being together. We can just relax.” 

As the familiar scenery blurred past the windows of the car, you’d settled into your seat with a sense of anticipation tempered by apprehension. The journey to your cherished cabin - one that you and Dave had purchased as a family home-away-from-home, where the vast majority of your vacations were taken - was a ritual you’d embarked on countless times before, but the worry always lingered that your condition would put a damper on things.

With each passing mile, you felt the telltale signs of discomfort creeping into your body - the stiffness in your limbs, the ache in your muscles, the relentless fatigue that began to crush on your shoulders.

But Dave had adequately prepared for it. He had adjusted the temperature controls to your liking, ensuring that the car was neither too hot nor too cold and a blanket was rolled up on the seat ready for you. He had packed a selection of your favourite snacks and beverages, knowing that keeping your energy levels up was crucial during long journeys. Made regular stops so you could stretch and ease your muscle cramps.

He offered his muscular arm as you navigated the uneven terrain, a steady presence by your side to lean on when needed. He’d packed the wheelchair, folding it around the suitcase and cooler like a skilled master at Tetris.

Then you finally arrived at the cabin, nestled amidst the towering pines, and you felt a sense of relief wash over you. The journey had been long and challenging, but you’d made it to the rustic retreat tucked away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Its weathered exterior bore the marks of years gone by.

The front porch, adorned with a simple wooden bench and a hanging lantern, welcomed you with open arms, offering a quiet sanctuary to unwind. Weathered planks creaked beneath your feet as you stepped slowly up onto the porch, the sound a familiar echo of memories past.

Inside, the cabin exuded warmth and cosiness, its walls adorned with knick-knacks and family photos and mementos collected over the years. A stone fireplace dominated one corner of the room, later its crackling flames would cast a soft glow across the space as you and Dave would cuddle up together nestled under fluffy throws and watch some old film.

Its sloping ceilings and cosy nooks offer a refuge from the world below. A plush bed dominates the master bedroom with its soft linens scented with the outdoors from the extended balcony.

And outside, the world now lays waiting, a vast expanse of wilderness stretching as far as the eye can see and you know you’d rather not be anywhere else right at this moment as Dave’s arms snake down over your belly giving it an affectionate squeeze, and you feel his chin rest on your shoulder. 

“You’re up early,” he murmurs. A soft kiss is pressed into the skin just behind your ear.

“Was a bit stiff,” you say.

"Am I okay to touch you? Is it the nerve pain?" He asks.

"No, no pain today." You smile up at him.

"Good," and he immediately runs his hands over your shoulders, massaging them gently. “You want me to run you a bath, baby?” He asks, and you shake your head, sighing and melting under his touch.

“That feels so good…” You practically whine, eyes closed and your senses running amok as he presses tentatively, but firmly, over your aching muscles. 

You hear him murmur in agreement, and more gentle kisses are peppered across the back of your neck. 

“You feel up to taking a walk today? A short one, maybe down to the stream and back?” He queries. “If not, I can push you in the chair. It’s not too far...”

Despite the stiffness that lingers in you from the journey down to the cabin, your body feels surprisingly good today. The fresh mountain air has worked its magic, infusing you with a renewed sense of vitality and energy. And a walk does sound appealing, hand in hand with your handsome husband, taking in the sights and sounds of nature. 

But Dave’s hands on your skin feels too good to ignore. 

"Actually," you say, turning up to face him with a mischievous twinkle in your eye, "I have a different idea."

Curious, Dave raises an eyebrow in question, his expression a mixture of intrigue and amusement. "Oh? And what might that be, Mrs York?"

“Help me up?”

You hold out your hands and he pulls you gently upright towards him, arms around your back as you feel the warmth of him seep into your skin.

You run your fingers down his chest, towards his belly and only stop when you cup his cock inside your palm.

He’s half hard already, a mixture of fleeting morning wood and the feel of you pressed against him, rousing him to full attention again.

You stoke and grope gently, feeling the thickness of him, running your thumb over the fabric of his boxers where his head swells under your touch.

“I thought maybe we could stay here for a little bit.” 

“Here? Right here?” Dave's eyes widen in surprise, a grin spreading across his face as he catches on to your enthusiasm. 

“Yeah, right here.” You confirm as you feel him fully harden against you. 

"Mmm, I like the sound of that," he replies, his voice tinged with a heady excitement.

His hands find your hips, turning you and you squeal as you grip onto the balcony edge as he guides you backwards a little bit.

Back arched and ass pushed out at him, he pushes up the hem of your sleep shirt, which is really just one of his old, blue cotton shirts that you wear just to tease him he swears, to reveal your delicate lacy panties. 

“Is this what you want, hmm?” He murmurs into your ear as you feel his fingers glide down your skin making you shudder. His whole palm massages your ass cheek before giving it a gentle spank. 

It makes you gasp and bite your lip in wonderment. 

“Mmm, Dave,” you groan. 

“Just a little tap… nothing too hard.” He reassures, knowing your body and tolerances well.

You miss those days when you could both go hard, fully unleashed, and your tastes more often than not leant into the more BDSM side of things. Letting Dave take full control of your body and mind and testing limits.

But since your condition took over, the kinkier aspect of your sex life took a harsh back seat, but Dave senses those tendrils are still alive in you. Still alive in him too, and you both navigate it differently, taking more of a softer approach when able to have the strength to play and indulge together with him.

He’s tuned into your body fully and knows exactly what you’ll be able to handle and when your exhaustion will rear its ugly head. Positions are adapted, lots of cushions to support, and Dave takes his sweet time with you, checking in regularly and ensuring you’re not appeasing him at the cost of your own comfort. 

You never tire of his sweeping touch, the way he gazes at you and tells you how good you feel and how beautiful you are. The way he tends to you and holds you after. The way foreplay has become an integral part of your lovemaking, sometimes replacing penetration altogether, and Dave enjoys it just as much, if not more, especially on the days where he too is exhausted, but still wants to feel close to you and wanted. 

He brings his palm down gently on your cheek again as you gasp, gripping onto the edge of the balcony tighter. 

“Feel good, baby?” He asks with a subtle hiss. 

“More,” you nod and keen. 

"More, what?"

"More... please." You smirk coyly.

“Just one more…” He says, and you groan as he spanks you again.

The subtle burn on your skin floods through your body leaving you heated and amped. 

His hand soothes the sting, rubbing over the meat of your cheek and fingers slipping in between the crack, sliding down the seam of your panties.

“Someone’s wet…” Dave teases, his fingers prodding at the damp, sticky lace moulded around your lips.  

You push back seeking his fingers desperately, feeling your body tighten and coil and anticipating release, but instead he withdraws them, pulling your panties off completely and helping you step out of them. 

“You good, baby?” Dave asks as you wobble, rising up and hands steady on your hips. 

“Yeah,” you breathe, a momentary dizzy spell clouding your eyes. You hate this, you hate that your body wants to interrupt this. 

You turn, finding his lips and grab at his t-shirt. “I want you, Dave.” You whine. 

“Want you too, baby…” he grunts as he tastes your tongue. “But let’s get you off your feet.” 

Before you have time to protest, he sweeps you up, lifting you into his strong arms as you giggle, and carries you into the bedroom. You stroke the hair at the nape of his neck, nuzzling into him as your toes tingle and throb.

He lays you on the bed, kissing your forehead, then the tip of your nose, followed by your lips. He kisses at your neck, sucking the skin there into his mouth as his fingers unbutton the shirt. 

“Take your t-shirt off,” you sway with a wanton giggle.

“Oh, you want me naked, hmm?” He smirks, pulling the t-shirt over his head and messing up his hair further. 

You fail to suppress a groan, he’s fucking beautiful. Tan, sculpted arms and a strong chest. The inklings of a little belly held back by muscle. 

“Like what you see, Mrs York?” He grins. You watch as he shucks his boxers off and his cock, thick and heavy, protrudes between his thighs. 

You reach for it, stroking it gently in your grip as he resumes his undressing of you. Leaking into your palm, he grunts as you pump him slowly.

"Oh, fuck, baby..." he breathes.

"I love this cock," you say, looking up at him.

He smirks crookedly, licking his plush lips.

Soft breasts and hard nipples greet him as he kisses down your clavicle, over the valley of your cleavage and licks around your areola, teasing you.

Dave spends copious amounts of time teasing you, worshipping your body. Eliciting all the octaves of moans that flow from your mouth as your body communicates with him.

He takes his time, stroking, lavishing and admiring. Appreciating every inch of you and how the morning sunlight makes your skin glow. 

“God, you’re so beautiful, baby.” Dave breathes, his breath warm before sucking your nipple into his mouth. 

“Dave,” you whine, fingers scritching into the messy tufts of his chocolaty hair. His head continues south, his tongue leaving wet, cooling streams over the heat of your stomach. 

He nestles himself between your thighs, kissing the insides of them as he looks up at you. 

You watch his tongue glide down your thigh. It tickles and you chuckle making him grin, so he does it again until you push his head away, laughing too much. 

“Stop!” You practically snort and he laughs too.  

“How are you feeling? Check in with me…” He asks, the dominant in him grounding you, as he goes back to soft, explorative kissing. 

“Good, really good,” you say. And you do, relaxing into the softness of the sheets, your limbs feeling fuzzy and loose. 

He runs his fingers along the slit of you and smirks. “We haven’t gotten this sopping wet in a while.” The tip of his thumb pushes in through your folds and it's drenched, the stickiness you can hear as he slips around your folds. “I like to get you sopping wet,” Dave husks. 

“Mmm, just feels so nice to feel you rubbing… and touching me like this.”

“I love touching you like this, baby.”

“This feels so good, you and me together like this.”

“It really does. Fuck, look at you…” he nips onto the inside of your thigh gently, those eyes penetrating you deeply. “Tell me what you want, you want my fingers or my tongue?” 

“Can’t I have both?” You smirk down at him.

He grins again. “So greedy.” He shuffles, his feet hanging off the bed as he spreads your legs and rests one over his shoulder. 

“Tell me to stop if it becomes too much,” he reminds you and you nod, feeling like the luckiest woman in the world right now. 

You gasp as he kisses, plants a little smooch here and there across your pussy. Then licks up the seam with a flat tongue. Thumbs pry you open gently so he can lick your clit, the tip of his tongue fluttering back and forth.

“Oh, that feels so good…” You whine, and he grunts in agreement. 

His tongue delves down into your hole, his thumb stroking pressurised circles over your clit as you squirm and writhe. His tongue penetrates you, fucks you gently as your clit buzzes under the slick rings his thumb makes around and over it. 

“Mmm, can you put your finger in?” You pant. 

“Just one?” He asks.

“Maybe two?”

“Maybe two, hmm?” He smirks. 

You watch as he sucks his middle finger and you gasp as it slips in with ease. He strokes you with the one for a little while whilst sucking on your clit before adding the other, both his middle fingers stroking inside you now. 

“Mmm, Dave! Don’t stop!” You keen, your body tensing and pulling rigid. You can feel the cusp of your orgasm twinkling over you. 

Dave can feel you buck into his mouth, your thighs shaking against his cheeks as he fingers and sucks you to your heady peak. You fist the sheets as you twist and your back arches as you spill into his mouth.

For a few, slow seconds you can’t hear or see anything, lost in the dreamy opaque void.  

“You taste so good, baby,” he says hungrily, as he pulls back a little from your lips. “Can never get enough of this gorgeous pussy.”

“Dave, I need you.” You smile down at him blissfully, and beckon him up as he crawls up your body. 

“Need my cock?”

“Need your cock.” You clarify. 

“Wrap your legs round me baby, that’s it, just like that. Comfy?”

“Yeah,” you smile, your hands sliding up his broad shoulders. 

He guides himself in, the tip pushing through gently and you groan. He licks over your mouth, tasting yourself as you kiss him, his cock sliding in deep and filling you full. 

You whine as Dave flexes his hips, his cock shiny with your slick as it withdraws each time. 

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” he groans. 

You can only gasp in agreement when you feel the swell of his balls pushing up against you as he plunges slow and deep. His hand strokes over your breast, palm smooth and warm as he squeezes; your nipple pinched between his fingers. 

“Fuck!” You moan, enjoying the sensation of it as he pinches harder. 

“Good?” 

“So good.”

He watches you, head nestled into the pillows, a dreamy smile over your features as you moan and pant. 

“Mmm, just nice and gentle and deep like this.” He breathes, plush lips parted as he watches you. 

“Yeah…”

“You like it deep, don’t you?” Dave says, pistoning his hips slowly. “Am I making you feel good, baby?”

“So good,” you gasp. “Oh god, fuck that’s so good. That feels so good!” You cry. “Dave, I’m gonna-”

“I know, baby. You’re so close. I can feel it.” 

“Please, please-”

“You're begging me? Good girl...” He smirks. “You want to come?”

“Yes, please, please, Dave… Oh fuck, I can’t-”

“You can. Come for me, let it go.” 

“DAVE!”

“You’re so good for me, baby. Yeah, soak my cock... mmm, fuck. Look at you."

It's intense, so intense. Your body wants to fight it, to keep it on the outer reaches but you want it, that release that will flood your veins with a caramel warmth.

A few more strokes and you’re falling to pieces, thread by thread as he pushes in and holds it; motionless and just feeling your cunt contract and pulse around his throbbing, hard cock as you tremble and let go.

“That’s it, baby. Right there, fuck, you’re so beautiful when you come for me.”

Tears flood behind your eyes, your vision blurring as you give way to the light flooding and rejuvenating you.  

“Fuck, I love making you come so much…” Dave groans. 

It’s better than the meds, it cures everything. For a moment you’re white-washed in pure bliss. No pain, no tiredness, just Dave and the way he’s pulling you apart. Catching each piece of you and sewing you back together with silken ribbons.

You claw at him pulling him closer, your mewls of desperation absorbing into his skin.

"Dave! Oh my God!"

“I’m gonna come, baby…. Fuck!” He growls, his last few thrusts a bit harder and frantic. 

You grip onto him, fingers digging into clammy flesh as he grits his teeth and his eyes hold yours.

“Come inside me, Dave.” You pelt and he groans out, loudly, as he bursts. 

Foreheads pressed together and eyelashes fluttering in unison, he smiles and kisses your nose. You card through his hair and taste his warm sighs. 

“Feels really wet down there,” you giggle as he pulls out, soaked and pearly come dripping from his cock.

“It is, look what you do to me,” he smirks. 

He taps his cock against your flooded pussy, and you chuckle at the lewd sounds as it seeps from you. “Love coming inside you.”

“Me too.” You giggle. 

You groan as he scoops it up on the end of his cock and slips it back inside your still fluttering cunt. Staying there until he’s fully softened.

“Are you feeling okay?” Dave asks.

“Mmm, feel really good.” You say with heavy lids. 

“Did that make you hungry?”

“Well, I was hungry before, but for breakfast? Yeah.” 

He chuckles as he nuzzles your neck with his nose. “What are you hungry for?”

“What do we have?”

“Bacon… some eggs. About ten pounds of Costco Mexican cheese. I think some pancake mix, too.” Dave yawns.

“Store bought pancake mix? You are not the man I married.” You scoff, and he laughs and slips out of you. 

He scooches off the bed and you watch as he pads over to the bathroom to retrieve a washcloth. Tall and naked and just perfect, as you feel your bodyweight sink further into the mattress. 

The washcloth is warm and soft as he cleans you up and tosses it into the hamper before settling in with you. 

“How about you relax here and I’ll see what I can throw together?” Dave suggests. 

“Sounds good, but just lay with me, for a little bit?” You sway and he can’t resist. 

Dave gets comfy behind you, pulling your back close to his chest. You take his hand in yours, bringing in up to your mouth and running your lips over his knuckles. 

There’s something so sexy about his wedding band, you think. That he’s yours. That it’s wrapped around a thick finger that still smells of your slick as you kiss over them as he snuggles in behind you. That he loves you and still desires you, despite your fatigue and pain.

“You okay, baby?” Dave asks again, lips grazing softly against the ball of your shoulder.

“Mmm, never better.” You murmur softly. 

“Legs doing okay? Back?”

You smile at how attentive he is and he runs his hand down your thigh, giving it a gentle, massaging squeeze.

“I’m good,” you reassure, feeling the hazy balm of sleep settling in. “Are you good?”

“Oh, I feel so good right now. Here, with my stunning wife who just milked my balls dry, and no kids!” He chuckles. 

“Mmm, heaven.” You agree, grinning into his plush mouth as he kisses you. “Thank you for this weekend.” You say, feeling all twinkly. 

The sensations that have become all too familiar in your daily life - tingling in your fingertips, the heaviness in your limbs - seem to have receded, replaced by a welcome sense of lightness and vitality. You give in to the sleepy blissfulness enveloping you like a soft, snug blanket, soothing your senses and calming you. 

“Anything for you, baby. I love you.” Dave muffles against your skin. “Sleep, if you need to.”

“I love you, too.” You smile, your lids closing and succumbing to a post-coital nap in your loving husband’s arms.

I really hope you enjoyed reading this story with Dave, and welcome your comments/thoughts. I'd appreciate a re-blog if you liked it so others can find it on their dash to read and enjoy too - thank you very much! 🖤

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[cuips-not-cute]

my two cowboy steve pieces for @toburnup's beautiful @steddiebang brokeback mountain au, searching for the elephant. a must-read for artful prose and the most earnest gay cowboys to ever exist🤎🤎

[princessa-xxx]

Nothing can take the place of someone you love being gone. But that doesn't mean that everything that follows is gonna break your heart.🤎

A dedication to a happy Daryl.

[adventureswithteddy]

I’m so glad I found your blog 🤎🤎🤎 Has Teddy ever had any accidents? Fallen into a stream for example, or been ripped? What kind of medical care is available for little bears worldwide? 🧸💕

Ahhh!

When Teddy went up Old Rag he had a gust of wind come up and knock him off his perch. There are some very deep cracks cutting through the top of the mountain and the wind knocked him down and he rolled into one of them. He was very lucky and hit a jumble of sticks maybe 9 feet (3 meters) down that stopped his fall. It was a roller coaster of emotions as he was out of reach down a crack that was only a couple hands width at the top. I was able to find two very long sticks and with the help of a hiking friend was able to use them as chop sticks to rescue him from the depths. That was probably the worst accident that Teddy has had to date and luckily ended without any serious harm.

He has definitely toppled into some streams and off of an uncountable number of seats. But so far has had no need for stitches. There are professional menders out there, I've seen some blogs for them. So far at least there hasn't been a need to locate one for Teddy though :)

I'm glad you found Teddy too <3

[melvolkman]

Happy September 🍂

It feels as though an eternity has passed since my last post.. I'm overjoyed to announce that after a very long search, I've finally found a place where my heart can rest and my soul can thrive. Last week we closed on a c. 1800 antique colonial lovingly preserved in idyllic mid-coast Maine amidst picturesque mountain views, forests, and wildflower fields. We even have a small, centuries-old apple orchard to explore and care for 🥹

From the moment I arrived, I knew I had discovered my sanctuary 🕯️ Antique homes have always held a special place in my soul and now I find myself living out the dream that has danced in my imagination for years.

There’s a sense of timelessness that lingers in the air.. The walls adorned with stories of days long gone. The wavy panes of the window glass, gently distorting the world beyond. The large fireplaces bearing witness to the warmth and laughter that once graced these rooms. The worn wide wood floors, aged with a beautiful patina — a testament to centuries of lives and dreams that have unfolded here.

Every crack and creak an invitation to embrace the imperfections of life.

I can't begin to express the depth of gratitude that fills my heart as I embark on this new chapter. I’m excited to share with you the beauty that surrounds me in this special place, and I’m eager to dive back into photography and the studio — to paint and create once again.

This week, we began clearing out what will soon become my art studio, housed in the barn converted workshop that was built c. 1800 and is situated just beyond a majestic weeping willow.

To those who have stuck with me throughout this journey, your support means the world to me, and I am forever grateful for your continued encouragement.

So here we are, at the beginning of a new chapter. This is my return, and I can't wait to share more with you 🤎

Instagram — @melvolkman

[andy-snaps]

GeorgeTown Vineyard

[leoniestarlee]

Illyrian Assassin (22)

Pairing: Azriel x OC

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: slow burn

sorry for not posting for a day...i was watching all the maze runner movies again🤎

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“After last nights events,” Rhysand drawled while I lounged on the couch in the townhouse the next day, “I feel like I need to remind you not to get in a fight while we’re in the Summer Court.”

I snorted, sitting up and pushing down the dark blue skirts of my gown. “I had good reason to hit that shithead last night. But I promise I won’t start a fight over the next few days.”

“I’m not even surprised you got in a fight,” Amren crooned with a wicked smile in my direction.

“It’s a habit I need to break,” I mumbled, standing up at the sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs and we turned our attention to Feyre as she stepped into the foyer.

Rhys simply said to Feyre, “Good. Let’s go.”

Feyre’s mouth popped open, but Amren explained with a broad, feline smile, “He’s pissy this morning.”

“Why?” Feyre asked, watching Amren take Rhys’ hand, her delicate fingers dwarfed by his. He held out the other to Feyre.

“Because,” Rhys answered for her, “I’m hungover and stayed out longer with Cassian and Azriel after you ladies were brought back. My bastard brothers took me for all I was worth in cards.”

“Sore loser?” Feyre gripped his hand as I laughed.

“I am when my brothers tag-team me,” he grumbled, nodding at me.

With no warning, I winnowed at the same time Rhys did. I appeared beside Amren, standing on a landing platform at the base of a tan stone palace, the building itself perched atop a mountain-island in the heart of a half-moon bay. The city spread around and below us, toward that sparkling sea—the buildings all from that stone, or glimmering white material that might have been coral or pearl.

“Well, I truly did miss the beach,” I mused quietly as a few farmilia faces walked toward us.

“Welcome to Adriata,” said Tarquin in the center of the group.

Rhys merely drawled, “Good to see you again, Tarquin.”

The five other people behind the High Lord of Summer swapped frowns of varying severity. Like their lord, their skin was dark, their hair in shades of white or silver, as if they had lived under the bright sun their entire lives. Their eyes, however, were of every color. And they now shifted between Feyre, Amren, and me.

Rhys slid one hand into a pocket and gestured with the other to Amren. “Amren, I think you know. Though you haven’t met her since your…promotion.”

Tarquin gave Amren the briefest of nods. “Welcome back to the city, lady.”

Amren didn’t nod, or bow, or so much as curtsy before she said, “At least you are far more handsome than your cousin. He was an eyesore.” Cresseida, behind Tarquin, outright glared. Amren’s red lips stretched wide. “Condolences, of course,” she added.

Rhys then gestured to me. “The last time we were here, Aurora left without a good-bye due to…certain circumstances.”

I held back a smirk, knowing the only reason I suddenly left last time was to keep myself out of their prison. “High Lord,” I murmured with a slight nod, which he returned.

Rhys looked at me with a knowing look before gesturing to Feyre. “I don’t believe you two were ever formally introduced Under the Mountain. Tarquin, Feyre. Feyre, Tarquin.” The High Lord did not smile. His eyes drifted to her chest, the bare skin revealed.

“Not a smart move,” I whispered lowly.

Rhys followed that gaze. “Her breasts are rather spectacular, aren’t they? Delicious as ripe apples.” It took every ounce of strength in me to not burst out laughing.

“Here I was, thinking you had a fascination with my mouth,” Feyre said with a small grin.

And Cauldron did I nearly loose myself trying not to laugh.

Tarquin seemed to weigh the air between them and carefully said, “You have a tale to tell, it seems.”

“We have many tales to tell,” Rhys said, jerking his chin toward the glass doors behind them. “So why not get comfortable?”

Cresseida, a half-step behind Tarquin, inched closer. “We have refreshments prepared.”

Tarquin seemed to remember her then and put a hand on her slim shoulder. “Cresseida—Princess of Adriata.”

The others were hastily introduced: three advisers who oversaw the city, the court, and the trade. And then a broad-shouldered, handsome male named Varian, Cresseida’s younger brother, captain of Tarquin’s guard, and Prince of Adriata. His attention was fixed wholly on Amren—as if he knew where the biggest threat lay.

I stuck close to Feyre’s side as we were led into a palace crafted of shell-flecked walkways and walls, countless windows looking out to the bay and mainland or the open sea beyond.

“We have four main cities in my territory,” Tarquin said, looking over his muscled shoulder to Feyre. “We spend the last month of winter and first spring months in Adriata—it’s finest at this time of year.”

Feyre nodded. “It’s very beautiful.”

Tarquin stared at her long enough that I glared at him while Rhys said, “The repairs have been going well, I take it.”

That hauled Tarquin’s attention back. “Mostly. There remains much to be done. The back half of the castle is a wreck. But, as you can see, we’ve finished most of the inside. We focused on the city first—and those repairs are ongoing.”

“I hope no valuables were lost during its occupation,” Rhys said as I side eyed Amren who was holding back a wicked smile.

“Not the most important things, thank the Mother,” Tarquin said.

He led us into a vaulted room of white oak and green glass—overlooking the mouth of the bay. Feyre wondered off to the window as the rest of us seated, and to my surprise, Amren gave me a gentle push toward Rhys while she took the seat next to Varian.

I kept my eyes on Tarquin as he walked up to Feyre and asked, “How, exactly, do you fit within Rhysand’s court?”

“When was that any of your business?” I asked, raising a brow at him and Varian flashed his teeth at my tone.

Rhys kicked me under the table, making me hold myself back from slapping him on the back of the head as he said, “Feyre is a member of my Inner Circle. And is my Emissary to the Mortal Lands.” Tarquin merely nodded, taking a seat as Feyre slid into the one of the other side of Rhys.

“Do you have much contact with the mortal realm?” Cresseida questioned, across from me.

Rhys filled my glass with wine as he said, “I prefer to be prepared for every potential situation. And, given that Hybern seems set on making themselves a nuisance, striking up a conversation with the humans might be in our best interest.”

Varian drew his focus away from Amren and I long enough to say roughly, “So it’s been confirmed, then? Hybern is readying for war.”

“They’re done readying. War is imminent,” Rhys drawled, at last sipping from his wine.

“Yes, you mentioned that in your letter,” Tarquin said. His gaze drifted to Feyre before focusing on Rhys. “And you know that against Hybern, we will fight. We lost enough good people Under the Mountain. I have no interest in being slaves again. But if you are here to ask me to fight in another war, Rhysand—”

“That is not a possibility,” Rhys smoothly cut in, “and had not even entered my mind.”

Cresseida crooned to Feyre, “High Lords have gone to war for less, you know. Doing it over such an unusualfemale would be nothing unexpected.”

Feyre said, bored and flat and dull, “Try not to look too excited, princess. The High Lord of Spring has no plan to go to war with the Nigh Court.”

“And are you in contact with Tamlin, then?” A saccharine smile.

Feyre’s next words were quiet and slow. “There are things that are public knowledge, and things that are not. My relationship with him is well known. It’s current standing, however, is none of your concern. Or anyone else’s. But I do know Tamlin, and I know that there will be no internal war between courts—at least not over me, or my decisions.”

"What a relief, then," Cresseida said, sipping from her white wine before cracking a large crab claw, pink and white and orange. "To know we are not harboring a stolen bride—and that we need not bother returning her to her master, as the law demands. And as any wise person might do, to keep trouble from their doorstep." 

"I left of my own free will," Feyre said. "And no one is my master."

Cresseida shrugged. "Think that all you want, lady, but the law is the law. You are—were his bride. Swearing fealty to another High Lord does not change that. So it is a very good thing that he respects your decisions. Otherwise, all it would take would be one letter from him to Tarquin, requesting your return, and we would have to obey. Or risk war ourselves."

“Careful, princess,” I tsked, turning my cold gaze on her as Amren smirked from beside me—nothing but a warning on her face.

Rhysand sighed. “You are always a joy, Cresseida.”

Varian said, "Careful, High Lord. My sister speaks the truth."

Tarquin laid a hand on the pale table. "Rhysand is our guest—his courtiers are our guests. And we will treat them as such. We will treat them, Cresseida, as we treat people who saved our necks when all it would have taken was one word from them for us to be very, very dead." 

I sent the princess and feline smile, sipping my wine. Only a glare was her response.

The High Lord of Summer shook his head and said to Rhys, "We have more to discuss later, you and I. Tonight, I'm throwing a party for you all on my pleasure barge in the bay. After that, you're free to roam in this city wherever you wish. You will forgive its princess if she is protective of her people. Rebuilding these months has been long and hard. We do not wish to do it again any time soon." 

Cresseida’s eyes grew dark, haunted.

"Cresseida made many sacrifices on behalf of her people," Tarquin offered gently. "Do not take her caution personally." 

"We all made sacrifices," I said, the icy boredom now shifting into something razor-sharp. "And you now sit at this table with your family because of the ones Feyre. So you will forgive me, Tarquin, if I tell your princess that if she sends word to Tamlin, or if any of your people try to bring her to him, their lives will be forfeit."

Even the sea breeze died as Feyre stiffened in her seat, along with Cresseida.

"Do not threaten me in my own home, Aurora," Tarquin said. "My gratitude goes only so far." 

"It's not a threat," I countered, the crab claws on my plate cracking open. "It's a promise." 

They all looked to Rhys, waiting for his response.

"I plan to back up my assassin on that promise," he simply said.

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[crystal-cloudzz]

sbg headcanons (part 1/2)

ashlyn 🎧💚

-shes only cut her hair once, she hated it

-shes used to want to do a sport, but in one class, she got introduced to ballet and fell in love with it

-i don't know why but I have a strong feeling she'd love apple, grape and raspberry flavoured stuff

-every time when she was younger and saw a dog she begged the owner for it (they said no)

-she already has lots of freckles. She gets even more in sunlight

-shes a beach and mountain girl

Aiden 🔪💛

-has depression but got very good at hiding it

-used to sh

-has insomnia

-sprayed chemicals into eyes once by accident

-hes an avid great wall of china Eiffel tower burg khalifa skyscraper tree climber, he climbs to the peak then jumps off

-his parents keep forgetting his birthday, and his dad even keeps forgetting his name (he calls him aaron)

-once had a really good friend then moved

-hes the type to suggest to Netflix and chill then put on how to train your dragon 3 and pass you 7 tubs of chocolate ice cream then says "eat up :D" with a creepy grin

-has a fear of being left alone

-used to be sucidal

-hes a smileycore bitch, like with the drugs aspect and everything

-"oh it doesn't hurt, I'm fine" *arm literally snapped in half, twisted 360 degrees behind his back

-cant cook for shit. Not even 5 minute noodles are safe

-very self destructive

-hin dying his hair is a coping mechanism

-has a bad relationship with his parents (mainly his dad)

-his latest b-day party was when he was 5

-attention deprived

-touch starved

-once add raw meat to get attention (it worked, he never did it again afterwards)

Ben 🎤🤎

-trans male

-sofia the first (that's it. That's all I'm saying)

-has a way with animals, it's like he's telepathic with them

-no but he's actually Sofia the first I have so much proof for it I have an entire au for it

-cant cook either, can only bake

-makes the best cakes and you can't convince me otherwise

-hes the reason Aiden bounces off walls all the time

-always one of the last to be found at hide and seek (except when Lily's playing. Then he goes easy on her)

Oh btw Aiden and Tyler are my favourites if you couldn't tell by the abundance of Aiden hcs

[that-one-girls-blog-posts]

I-✒️oh-☕️oh no-📚what-🥿 what's happening to me??🕰🩰💼☕️🎀✒️🫖🖼🍷📚🤎 *the world was on fireee and no one could save me but youuu* *the snow in the mountains was melting* *i saw my life branching out before me like the green figtree* *we dont read and write poetry because its cute* *do you blame shakespeare for any of it*