#OK his ass looks great in those jeans | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ghouljams · 17 days

Note

Ghoul imagine Cowboy!Ghost going to the thrift/antique store in town because all his work pants are testing the limits of the Theseus’ Ship paradox with how much mending Duck has had to do on them.

There’s literally only one pair of jeans in the entire store that fit him (his legs are a mile long, thick as fucking tree trunks, with a bakery to match, that’s a tall order for a rural town) and so he buys them without a second thought. Doesn’t really pay mind to the way the owners great grand daughters eyes widen comically when she sees the brand patch on the back. He’s not very familiar with American brands anyway, and these’ll get demolished by the end of the week, why should he care who made it.

Of course it all comes together the next time him and Goose have sex. Her brain practically short circuits as he unzips his jeans, revealing a faded red patch that reads “☘️LUCKY YOU☘️” in a bold font.

Yes this mountain of a man bought Lucky brand jeans from the thrift, no he didn’t really realize what they were (not like he has to look at his zip every time mkay it’s fucking muscle memory), yes they fit him like skinny jeans, and yes Goose fucks his absolute brains out that night.

Maelstrom the wizard you are to make the worms squirm the way you do...

Your mom's a miracle worker for sure, but she's not God, and when Simon sets his ratty jeans on her kitchen table she just stares at him. You let your lovely, change averse, husband know that you will attempt to order him a new pair of the exact same brand but he needs something else in the meantime. Begrudgingly he agrees, and tugs on a pair of fatigues to go find a new pair of work pants in town. A tall feat when your few clothing stores mostly cater to women, and it's only very recently that your town has seen such an influx of... men his size.

You drop him at the church's little resale shop and tell him to find something denim that fits. You don't think about it more than that as you walk into the feed store. You don't even think about it when Simon climbs into the truck cab with a pair of jeans.

You do think about it the next day when he pulls his new jeans on. They're tight, and your eyes track the way he has to hop a little to get them up his thighs. You honestly could drop to your knees just watching him adjust himself in the denim. There's never a time you forget that Simon is a big man, but there are certainly moments you're reminded of it. You're drooling a little just eyeing the bulge of his cock against the fly of his jeans. He may as well be vacuum sealed into those suckers. You're not complaining, but...

You have to remind yourself that these were probably the only jeans he could find in his size. It's the only way you're able to keep your mind off your husbands tree trunk thighs while you're corralling cows.

You're eating lunch when Simon crouches down to pat the dog and you very nearly spit out your coke at the way the denim stretches over his ass. Soap stops his walk to the chicken coop and you have to throw your can at him to stop him from wolf whistling at your husband. Jesus Christ, ok, new problem has just arisen. You survey the jeans as Simon stands, the hug of denim around his thick thighs, the curve of fabric over his ass that cups it something sinful. You narrow your eyes at the offending garment. There's no way those fit comfortably, but Simon isn't complaining so you can't say for sure. He shifts his wait, settles a hand on his hip to watch the dog run in circles, and you have to physically hold yourself back from smacking his ass.

"My love," You try, earning a hum from Simon. You both know you only call him that when you're really trying not to call him something else. "Do those fit you?"

"Fit enough," Simon grumbles, bending to grab the tennis ball Mav brings him. You wince at the way the seams seem to be holding on for dear life. You try to remember if you knew Simon was toting around a whole bakery back there as he straightens and throws the dog's ball.

"Are they-" you hesitate, eyes stuck on him, "-comfortable?"

"They're fine," He bends again for the ball, and you keep yourself sinfully silent against the heat rising on your cheek, "shopped at enough charity shops." He throws the ball, and you- you sort of hope the jeans you ordered get lost in the mail.

You barely make it to dinner before he splits a seam. There's a little pop and you look over your shoulder to see Simon poking at a new little hole on the inside of his knee. You feel a little like you're seeing a victorian lady's ankle the way your heart pounds at that little inch of skin. Simon grimaces and pinches at the seam with a sigh. You flick the burner off and wipe your hands on a nearby towel.

"Lemme get a look, see if I can patch it." You offer, you're not as good as your mom or Soap, but you're a decent stitch. Simon stops his fussing and straightens his leg so you can crouch down and inspect the damage. Not too bad, you can fix it. You sigh, so much for hoping the ordered pants go missing, you'll be lucky if these things make it through the week. You glance up at Simon, catch his apologetic smile and shake your head. "Let's get 'em off and I'll throw a stitch on 'em while the pasta boils."

You don't bother standing, waiting for Simon on your knees is habit enough you don't even think about it. You watch him unhook his belt(as if the denim painted on him is going anywhere) and tug his zipper down. Your eyes nearly bug out of your head at the red "Lucky you" that greats you. It's entirely possible your brain might have fully leaked out of your ears after a full day of your man walking around with practically nothing on. You don't think this denim even counts as pants at this point. Not when you can trace the outline of his cock, and see it twitch as you lean forward to press your lips to the embroidered zipper.

Simon's hand finds your head immediately, his fingers scratching down to your scalp to hold on. "All that starin' finally got to ya, huh?" He rumbles, his voice lowered to that lovely register he only finds when he wants to fuck you. Your eyes dart up to meet his, your tongue darting out to lick at his boxers. His other hand pushes his jeans down, the fabric bunching around his muscular thighs and holding tight. You don't think about what a pain these things are going to be to get off, you just wiggle your head closer, drag your lips over the soft cotton and inhale the smell of a hard day's work.

Shit it must be nice just having his cock not clamped against his hip. You don't usually get that relieved sigh unless you've been teasing him. You drag your tongue over the soft warm length of him, wetting the cotton of his boxers with your spit until you can feel his cock harden under your ministrations. Your hands slip up Simon's thighs to tug at the denim, it barely moves and somehow that turns you on more than the hand fishing his thick cock from his boxers.

"Bad as Johnny with all your pantin'," He hums, "think I can't see you starin' sweet'eart?" You tip your head back, your mouth open and your tongue out, just so he can smack his cock against it.

Of course he'd catch you, but you weren't exactly stealthy about it. You're allowed to check out the man you love, that's not a crime. Especially if he looks as good as he does. If it were you, you wouldn't have even made it out of the house this morning. You take too long thinking, too long waiting and sinking into that lovely soft space Simon pulls you into, because you gag on his cock as it pushes down your throat in one quick stroke. He pulls it out, spit stringing between your tongue and his length and rubs the head over your lips.

"Gonna put it away if you can't pay attention." Simon scolds, and you can't have that. Your tongue laps at his head, lips stretched wide as he feeds you his heavy cock. You swallow around him this time, blinking the tears from your eyes when he hits the back of your throat. It's uncomfortable, but a quick jerk of his hips forces him down past your gag reflex, where you can feel him bulging out your throat. He holds you there, letting your throat work to try and push him out, before he pulls you off.

You gulp down a breath and slide your hands around his hips to grab that lovely ass you'd been oogling all day. Simon chuckles, watching you open your mouth wide, slurping at his cock with each bob of your head. He holds still, lets you pull off to lick long stripes up his length, watching the way his cock rests against your lips, against your nose when you make your way back to lick at the base. Seeing how big he is compared to you, knowing you'll let him fuck your throat despite the way it makes you hoarse in the morning... what a perfect partner you are.

(If Ghost's honest with himself there's something intoxicating about having the woman he loves be so openly attracted to him that she'd spend all day staring. It's the same heady rush that hits him when you look up at him with his cock down your throat, the same rush that he gets seeing your nose run and your eyes water as you fight down the urge to gag. He's never met someone that makes him feel so completely wanted the way you do.)

Your tongue swirls around the head of his cock, laps at the the vein running along the bottom, you hold it out of your mouth to lick along his heavy length with each bob of your head. You pull back only to spit on his cock, the foamy drool that drips off of it is quickly pulled back into your lips as they slide over him. Your nose buries itself in the wiry blond curls at the base of his cock, and you shake your head to get his deeper. You suck on the way up, cheeks hollowed to slurp at the soft skin in a way that makes Simon groan.

It's absolutely filthy the way you blow him. You're such a mess, slobbering on his cock like it's the best thing you've ever had in your mouth, drooling and slurping. Your pretty lips puffy and your eyes shining. It's cute, you look like you're on the verge of tears just taking him down to the base. Simon taps your cheek with his fingers and you hold still, let him fuck your mouth the way he wants. His hips thrust shallowly into your mouth, easing you into the feeling before they snap and your gag is stopped by the thick cock stretching out your throat. You know what he wants. Know that by the time he's done the breaths you suck in so greedily with each pull out won't be enough to keep your nose from running, or the tears from spilling over your lashes.

You know that by the time he pulls you to the base and holds you there, his come spilling down your throat as he spits a low swear of your name, you'll look a wreck. And you know that he'll tap your nose when he pulls out, and crouch down to tell you what a good job you did. Except when he does drop to your level you're met with a smirk, and a:

"Lucky you, eh princess?"

#cod x reader #x reader #simon ghost riley #x oc #cod x oc #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #f!reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #mw2 ghost #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #cowboy!ghost #oc: goose

281 notes · View notes

cuntess-carmilla · 2 years

Text

The way "alt" is done nowdays is so exasperating. People (rightfully) talk about how dark academia and cottagecore and those trends that imo aren't "alt" but are distinctive aesthetics are more in the business of looking like they're someone who reads a lot or someone who bakes and lives in the countryside respectively instead of putting any emphasis on actually reading a lot of learning substainability or homekeeping.

And the same happens with the way alt anything is being done lately and that's why so many people get so disproportionately angry and defensive when someone who's actually into a subCULTURE corrects them, especially if that person doesn't even "look" the part as much as their fake asses do.

No interest in actual countercultural politics, ideology, sentiment, praxis or even artistic expression or practice.

They want to look like they're someone who's into unfathomably obscure non-palatable music and ideas, without having to actually put any effort into cultivating their musical knowledge or identity. They want the whole VISUAL package immediately, but nothing else (hint: that's why you get called posers).

Reminds me a lot of this:

[Image description: TikTok stitch in which the first video shows user @/dormence with text printed in front of them that reads "Did you know that there's no "correct" way to dress for a goth club. The truth is that fashion is about dressing according to what's fashionable. Style is more about being yourself. Tip: Allow yourself to be ok with experimenting and blending your favorite styles until you refine into your own symbol 🖤"

The rest of the video is of user @/awfullysinister speaking to the camera.]

Transcript:

Here's a fun story for everybody. I've been involved in my local goth scene for about 10 years now, I've been going to clubs and shows and events for about 10 years, I've been a DJ in the scene for about 6 years.

A few years ago I got booked for a DJ gig for one of my friends' club nights. I was late, unfortunately. It happens. I got to the venue about 30 minutes after the night started and I looked pretty bad… Worse than usual. I didn't have my hair up, I wasn't dressed nice, I had gym shorts on and a hoodie… I just had all my stuff with me in a bag and was planning on changing in the bathroom.

And there's this guy there that was all dressed up. He's got leather pants with straps, Demonias, he's wearing a black buttoned down tshirt with a fishnet shirt underneath it, his face is full of makeup… He looked like a Chris Motionless wannabe, basically.

And as I'm walking in to walk toward the stage to put my stuff up there, then go to the bathroom to change, the Chris Motionless wannabe stops me. Like, he puts his hand out, like this, like, on my chest, and he looks at me and he goes "Oh, I'm sorry, are you lost?"

And I look at him like a deer in headlights, like… What…? He repeats the question, and I just stare at him and say "I'm DJing tonight…" and he returns the look.

Anyway, I just brush past him and I go do my thing. It was a great night, I had a great crowd to my set, everybody was dressed in all sorts of ways; some people were really dressed up, some people were just wearing a tshirt and jeans, nothing special, but they were all dancing, they were all having fun.

The Chris Motionless wannabe didn't dance ONCE, and for what I saw, it didn't look like he was having fun, it looked like he was just standing around trying to look cool. In fact, at the end of the night, one of my friends told me that a guy that kinda looked like Chris Motionless remarked about how he hated the music and wished it was heavier. I don't know exactly what that means, I'm going to assume that he wanted to hear Metal.

That was about 3 years ago, and I have not seen that guy since. Not at any clubs, not at any shows… It's like he just disappeared, and I expect that I'll probably never see him again.

Anyway, the point is; sometimes the people that keep your local goth scene going, who are dancing the most at your local clubs, and who keep goth DJs like me feeling inspired to continue doing this, and to continue to seek out new music… Sometimes those people are just wearing a tshirt and jeans and aren't all that dressed up.

And, sometimes, the people who're dressed to the nines, who look the part and have a closet full of expensive brand clothing, just stay home all day, on TikTok, pretending to be better than everybody else, with cringey usernames like "goth daddy" and "goth king" and "goth goddess". Sometimes - not always, but sometimes - those are the people I wish I never had to run into in my local scene.

Link to the TikTok

4K notes · View notes

hell-isnt-deep-enough-for-me · 1 year

Note

Hey, hope its ok that I'll send a request in. I'm at the moment such a simp for started valleys Sam, if you feel comfortable with it I would love some nsfw stuff. Maybe Sam and female/gender neutral reader playing some video's and everytime someone loses they have to take one piece of clothes of and at some point it just gets spicy 🌶

Rainbow Road

Sam x F!Reader

Warnings: hand jobs, blow jobs, dirty thoughts, the use of pretty boy and good boy

~~~

It felt great to be able to hang out with friends instead of being in the blistering heat. This summer's weather is probably the hottest it's been since you moved here. So the thought of being in an air-conditioned house with your friends and crush was terrific.

Everyone had been busy the entire week, so this was the first time everyone got to hang out. You agreed to meet at Sam’s house at noon when you were done with your farm chores. You wouldn’t admit it, but you took a quick shower and booked it to Sam’s house as soon as you were done. You were early, sure, but that meant you got to spend alone time with your crush. You even put on clothes that you thought made you look more appealing yet not over/underdressed for a simple gaming day with friends. You knocked on his door and waited.

“Well, aren’t you early?” Was the first words out of his mouth when you showed up earlier than everyone else. About an hour early even. Although, Sam would be lying if he said he wasn’t happy that you showed up earlier than everyone else. Being alone for the next hour in his room? It was like straight out of his dreams. Of course, in those dreams, you weren’t wearing clothes.

“I figured I might as well practice so I don’t lose to Abby in CoD again.” Sam let you in, smiling in your direction before closing the door behind you. You removed your shoes before following him to his room without a word.

“Wow, your room is clean. Did you have a girl come over that you wanted to impress?” You laugh and elbow him gently. A small part of your hoped it was because you were coming over, but in reality, it was probably easier to hang out with everyone that way.

“What?! Pfft, no!” Sam’s face went red as he tried to look everywhere but at you.

“Oh my gosh, you did! I can see it in your eyes! Your face is totally giving you away!”

“Maybe I wanted to clean my room for once!”

“Uh-huh, sure.” You laughed at him before flopping down on his bed. It just looked so comfortable, and your body was so sore from going all over the farm, grabbing crops, and feeding the animals.

The way your body laid across his bed made his heart beat in his ears. Pictures started forming in his mind on how you’d look if you lay beneath him with lustful eyes. Your hands would slither under his shirt, and your soft touch would have him shivering. Of how you could unbutton his jeans and slowly move towards the base of his cock, your fingers lightly touching it, making his hips buck just to feel more.

“Sam, you okay? You're staring at the wall.” Your voice brought him back to earth as you looked at him. The slight concern on your face had his heart fluttering.

“Sorry, I zoned out. Uh, do you wanna play a game while we wait?”

“Sure, I can kick your ass for a confidence boost against Abby.”

“Oh, is that so?” Getting up from his bed, he saw you walk up with a wide grin.

“It is, and just to prove how confident I really am, I’ll take off a piece of clothing in shame for every time I lose. But if you lose, you must remove a piece of clothing.” Your heart was beating rapidly as you tried to shoot your shot. It wasn’t a standard way people did it, but you never know if you don’t try. The worst he could do is say no.

“Guess you're gonna be naked when Abby and Seb appear 'cause I'm going to win.” With red cheeks and a glint in his eyes, Sam turned on his tv and started up the new switch he had saved up for.

“I say Mario Kart. My house, my choice.” Sam smirked as he sat in front of the TV before tossing you your own controller. You caught it and then sat next to him. A little closer than a friend would. You could feel his body heat and hear a gulp from the man beside you before he turned on the game. However, Sam didn’t know that you were a god at Mario Kart. You never played with any of them, but it was your favorite game to play when you were alone. Knowing that this would be a piece of cake. You wanted to take him by surprise, so you’ll let him win the first one to get his ego boosted before you crush it.

—

“Haha! How’s it feel to lose farmer?” Sam’s smug voice seemed to bounce off the walls as you rolled your eyes.

“Great, I was hot anyways.” Putting down your controller, you grab the helm of your shirt. Listing your arms up, you pull off the fabric before putting it next to you. Usually, it would have been fine since you’d wear a bra, but today was just so hot…so you didn’t.

“What, never seen tits before, Sam?” Your teasing went straight to his cock as he saw your exposed breasts. God, he wishes he could just hold them in his hands and kiss them. Suck on your exposed nipple, leaving them covered in saliva as he ate up your moans. The sounds you’d make echoed in his head as he felt his cock aching. He imagined how soft they’d be if they surrounded his cock.

“Press play Sam. I don’t want to be the only shirtless one here.” Your voice broke his fantasy, and he pressed play. He focused hard as he tried to ignore the question if you wore panties under your shorts since you didn’t wear a bra. The thought had him biting his lip.

“Better pay attention, Sam, you're in 12th.” Letting out a curse, he desperately tried to fix his place, but it was too late. He could feel your smug grin as you looked at him. His cheeks felt like fire as he took off his jacket. The AC making him shiver.

“Can’t wait to win.” Your mischievous smile had his mind racing.

—

“Rainbow Road Sam, better hope you win. Your boxers can’t save you now.” You only took off your shirt, as here he was, almost naked. He wished he knew that you were perfect at the game. You kicked his ass and didn’t even blink, it seemed like. You definitely let him win the first one, which crushed his ego. Not that he’ll admit it.

“Quit falling off, Sam. It’s almost like you WANT to lose.” He’s never been more focused on anything in his entire life than right now. He couldn’t lose! You’d see just how much you turned him on. He’s tried hiding it ever since he lost his pants, but nothing he did helped it down. Maybe the idea of being so exposed in front of you turned him on more? Having you see what you do to him. How his cock aches at the thought of your running your pretty hand up and down his cock. The way your eyes would look at him with lust as you’d move faster with every moan that escaped his lips. He struggled against the urge to buck his hips up against your imaginary hand. He could feel his heart thump in his chest when he heard the winner of the race.

“Peach wins!” He saw you throw your hands up and shout in victory.

“Princess Peach, I knew you wouldn’t let me down!” You turn your head towards him with a look as you stare him up and down.

“You know what that means, Sam.” Swallowing the lump in his throat, he grabbed his boxers before slipping them off completely. He turned his face away in embarrassment as his hard cock stood proudly in front of you.

“Well, since I won, I believe I get to tell you what to do, hmm? I mean, it’s only fair.” Sam’s eyes couldn’t meet yours as his toes curled at the implication.

“Right, Sam?” He could feel your tits pressed against his back as you spoke softly into his ear. He didn’t even hear you move.

“Okay…” He didn’t need to look at you to know you were smiling. He let out a gasp when your lips started kissing his neck. Soft ones before you’d nibble on the sensitive spots that had him slip out little moans. Your fingers moved up his back before moving to rub his chest. It felt too ghostly at the lingering touches.

“Why don’t you be a good boy for me and start pumping your begging cock? I wanna see my pretty boy in bliss.” Yes, he’ll be your good boy. He wants to be your pretty boy.

Grabbing his cock, already leaking with pre, he slowly moved his hand up and down, imagining it was yours. The feeling of you sucking on his neck had him moving faster. He bit his lip as he saw your hair in his peripheral vision.

You could feel the heat grow between your legs as you watched him pick up his pace. Licking your lips, you move your hands around his chest. Running over his nipples and slightly tugging on them, making him let out a gasp before you moved your hands farther down. Teasingly slow, you moved your hand near the base of his cock. A louder gasp could be heard.

“You want help pretty boy?” A wicked grin plastered your face when he nodded gently. That wasn’t good enough, though. You wanted words.

“Come on, use your words.” Letting out a whine and shutting his eyes, you caught a breathy yes. Knowing it was the best you were gonna get, you started your endeavors.

You replaced his hand with yours, and a moan fell from his lips. Such a cute one that you wanted more. Picking up the pace quickly, your hand glided up and down his cock, leaving him to buck up his hips. Quiet moans and whines escaped his mouth as his toes curled when you started to whisper praises in his ear.

God, your hand felt so much better than he ever thought it would. The way you ran your finger ran over his slit had him shaking. If your hand felt this good, how would your mouth or even cunt feel like? The thought had his stomach tightened as the urge to cum started approaching quickly. His moans got louder as his legs started shaking.

“Aw, pretty boy about to cum? Do you deserve to?”

“Yes! Please! I’ll do anything!”

“Anything?” the way your voice seemed so sinister, but he didn’t care. He just needed to cum.

“Anything! Please!”

“Okay. Only cause you’ve been such a good boy for me.” Such words had him let out a loud moan as his cum shot from his cock, covering your hand and his tummy. You grab your phone quickly from your back pocket before snapping a picture of his blissed-out face. All red and too cute to not take a picture. Plus, when you were alone, it’d be the perfect material.

“What a good boy.” Kissing his cheek, you moved from behind to in front of him. You placed yourself in between his legs and looked up at him with lustful eyes. A good boy deserves a treat, right?

Sam saw you lowering your head before giving his tip a small kitten lick, having him whine at the new sensation. Your warm tongue against his overstimulated cock had his body shaking.

Biting his lips, he laid back when he felt you place your lips around the tip of his cock. The feeling was something he’d never forget as he swore it felt like he was in heaven. His crush sucking on his cock was a dream come true.

Such a sensitive boy. The look of his legs shaking and him digging his fingers onto the hardwood floor made you want to see how he’d react if you took him all.

A loud moan escaped Sam’s lips as his whole cock was enveloped in your mouth. The warm heat of your mouth almost had him cumming instantly. The way your tongue ran against the underside of his cock had him try to reach down to grab your hair, only to be slapped away, and you gave him a dirty look. Not wanting it to end, He just tried to hold onto the wooden floor to stabilize himself.

His reactions were so cute, the way whines and moans spewed from his lips as he tried bucking his hips into your mouth, only for you to slam them back down. He let out a whimper before biting his lip. He’s been such a naughty boy. Naughty boys don’t get treats.

KNOCK KNOCK

The sound of his front door knocking had you taking out his cock from your mouth with a smile. Sam let out a loud whine at the loss of warmth.

“Please, please, please don’t stop, so close…” His cries made the heat in between your legs grow hotter.

“Our friends are here. It would be rude to keep them waiting.” You sat up and grabbed your shirt before leaning over Sam’s body, the feeling of his cock pressing against your clothed tummy.

“Now, better dress up. Wouldn’t want our friends to see how much of a slut you are.” The way you talked to him had his eyes rolling before he let out a loud moan, and he felt a huge relief wash over him as he cummed so hard that he felt like he had lost his breath.

“You got it all over my shirt! Your lucky our friends are here to save you, but I won’t be forgiving next time.” You stood up and tried your best to wipe off your cum stained short before leaving Sam lying on his bedroom floor, trying to regain his breath and put on his discarded clothes. With your words still echoing in his head.

“Next time.”

#stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #sdv #stardew valley sam #stardew valley sam x reader #sdv smut #stardew valley smut

804 notes · View notes

whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan · 1 year

Text

💋 I couldn’t wait to get home to you, touch you, tease you… 💋

✎ Pairing: Chan x reader

✎ Genre: Smut

✎ Summary: Chan gets an undercut. It’s really hot. Like, really really hot.

✎ CW: Some self deprecation, swears, dirty talk, hand job, blow job.

✎ Word count: 1,074

❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥

“Hey, I’m home!”

Chan calls out from the entrance to your apartment, and you hear the door shut behind him.

“I’m in the bedroom!” you call back, still sorting through laundry to wash for the two of you.

He ascends the stairs, quiet thuds on the floor getting louder as he gets closer.

“Hey, cutie,” your boyfriend says from the doorway.

You look like shit, actually. You don’t know when you last showered and your hair is a nest and it’s laundry day, so of course you’re wearing tattered sweatpants from high school. But it’s times like these when he says you’re the most beautiful, so maybe he’s just out of his mind.

“Hey, yourself…” you start, turning away from your pile of clothes to face him, but he looks different than this morning. “Woah… haircut?”

“Yeah,” he replies, running his long fingers through his brown mop, turning his head to show you his new undercut. “You like?”

“Babe, you could be bald and I wouldn’t give a fuck,” you say, standing and reaching for his head to feel the soft strands and freshly shaved underside. “But this… this is great. You look… so good.”

And he does. He’s wearing that crisp, white button-down you got him with the tight jeans he loves. He always manages to look so put together even when he just throws things on. You envy him for it, but hey, he’s with you, so.

“Thank you, I like it too,” he says, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “And now there’s a nice breeze when I’m dancing.”

He shimmies his shoulders, knowing that would make you giggle. And it does — a little. But you’re not feeling playful right now.

Your hand travels down to his crotch, lightly gripping him through his jeans. His pupils dilate and one corner of his mouth curves up in a wicked grin.

“I thought about you all day, you know,” he says softly, slowly.

“You did? What did you think about, exactly?” you ask.

“How I couldn’t wait to get home to you, touch you, tease you.”

“What if I want to do the touching, though? And the sucking, the fucking.”

Chan’s cock hardens in your hand at those words. You tighten your grip on him, and he lets out a soft moan before continuing.

“That works, too. Just tell me what you need from me.”

“I will, don’t worry.”

You wink at him before dropping down to your knees. You undo his belt, pulling the leather through the loops and tossing it behind you. The button is next, then the zipper. His cock reaches out for your touch with every movement, but it’s not time for hands yet.

You pull his jeans down — exerting some effort to get them over his ass — but leave his underwear in place. Your mouth travels to the head of his cock, exhaling warm, wet breaths on his boxer briefs. His whole body quivers, and his hands go straight to your hair, pulling you in closer.

Your mouth is on him, lips opening and closing to kiss his thick shaft through the cotton. You work your way back up to his tip, putting it in your mouth as much as you can.

“Please…” he breathes out, fingers massaging your scalp. His eyes are closed tight and his jaw is clenched. He looks so beautiful like this.

So you oblige, pulling his underwear down and taking him in your mouth, first just to the roof, then all the way to the back of your throat. His hold on your hair is gentle; he’s letting you set the pace.

Your hands go to Chan’s hips, holding him in place as you rock your upper body back and forth, lips pursed tightly around his cock. He sighs and moans and gasps as you go, but continues to rub your head gently, lovingly.

Then his phone rings.

“Shit, fuck, hold on.”

He pulls away and reaches down to grab his phone from the pocket of his jeans on the floor.

“Hey, yeah, is it important? Oh, ok. Yeah, I guess I can talk.”

Sure, let’s see if he can talk.

You quickly wrap your fingers around the base of his dick, directing it back into your mouth. He’s surprised and looks at you with confusion and some alarm, but you’re determined.

So you slowly move your hand up and down his shaft, keeping his tip in your mouth as he tries to concentrate on what the caller has to say.

“Uh… uh huh. Yeah. Yep, that’s fine. That’s… ohhhh…”

He moans into his phone’s mic as you take him all the way in again, your nose pressing against the warm skin just above his cock.

“What? No, sorry, I just walked into a wall. Yeah, a wall. I’m fine. Keep going.”

He looks down at you with a furrowed brow, almost angrily. But you stare back up with those doe eyes and move your head back and forth, and it feels so good he stops protesting, instead focusing on staying quiet this time.

“Sure, sounds great. Yeah, everything. All of it. Perfect. Yeah.”

You pick up the pace, and he clenches his entire face. His fist, his abs, his thighs — everything tightens up as he fights to maintain control.

“Yeah, hey, actually I do have to head out now. We can talk more tomorrow. Perfect, yep. Have a great night, byyyyeeeee…”

He moans the last word and hangs up as fast as he can, tossing his phone on the bed.

“You’re the worst, oh my god. Why did you do that??” he asks.

But you just keep going. Using your tongue and your lips to get him closer and closer to what you want. And then his expression softens as he breathes in deeply, finally allowing himself to relax and feel and enjoy every sensation. He’s a puddle in your hands.

It’s only a few more seconds until he’s coming in your mouth. You maintain eye contact as you swallow everything he gives you, coaxing it down your throat with your tongue.

“God, that was… you are…”

“I know,” you quip after taking him out of your mouth and wiping the spit from your lips and chin. You stand up to plant a kiss on his mouth and reach for his hair again.

“I really do love the undercut, by the way,” you say.

“Yeah, I can tell.”

1K notes · View notes

forusomimiya · 10 months

Note

24,25,26 with omi HEHJSNNS

Are you OK? I think you're convulsing a bit hahahaha. First of all I have to say that after reading the prompts, my head automatically went to a bdsm scenario, with a Dom!Omi (I have to admit that it's fault of a SakuAtsu fanfic, it's called terminal curiosity. It's in ao3, if you want to read it ('｡- ◡ -｡`) ♡) I'm not going to gabble any more, I hope you like it ✦ʚ💜ɞ✦

"Open" he ordered. "Open more" he grabbed you by the hair, pulling your head back, watching you open your mouth, tongue out waiting for the shot. "Hah, look how messy you are. Waiting for my cum, huh?" his grip loosened.

Blind, you heard his footsteps in the distance, and a drawer opening. When he closed it, he came back to you. The messy kiss on your lips caught you off guard. He devoured you in his own way, softly, slowly, tenderly, but intensely. You gasped in need of more as soon as he left. "Now I want you to be good, yes?" he whispered in your ear, tickling. You nodded and let yourself fall into the stillness.

"I will”

"Good girl" That was the hard tone you needed to hear from him to get excited.

You were afraid of what might happen next. Sakusa had never given you reason to distrust him, but everything was new in your relationship, and your nerves were getting the better of you every time he blindfolded you and left you to your own devices. Then he was always there, alert in case he heard the word that would make it all end, to go from humiliating you to giving you all the treatment and affection you needed, cleaning you up and feeding you. That was what made you accept this, and well, also because of how rough he was in bed.

You recognized the toy when you heard the vibration, and unconsciously, you licked your lips and smiled, playfully.

"Oh, so, you wanna play?" you stated, trying to spread your legs, which remained a failed attempt, but caused Sakusa's erection to become more noticeable, releasing it as soon as the pressure in his pants irritated him. Too bad you couldn't witness his cock bounce as it was exposed.

"You know I don't like it when you don't take me seriously" he knelt on the bed, and managed with one hand, to get you on your side to spank your ass and listen to your moan. "I'll make you cum as many times as I want. So much, you won't stop shaking, I assure you" he positioned you back up and made his way between your legs.

Little time passed between your first orgasm and his promise. Even without the vibrator in your pussy, the vibrations from the proximity already made you cum without being touched. Tears running down your cheeks from overstimulation, your legs jerking, your mouth begging him to please fuck you and leave that stupid toy. All while Sakusa was amused watching you suffer for him, for that cock that turned red with every pump. You would literally die knowing that Sakusa's intention was to jerking off listening to you cry.

"Kiyoo-mi, please fuck me, need yar cock heeere…"

"Huh huh, not yet. I need more of you, so keep drooling some more for me, Kitty"

"But I-"

"No buts honey. You´re doing great… keep going…" Little by little his panting was getting deeper. You cursed you couldn't see it what you heard. His fucking cock covered in cum, creating slimy sounds from the pumping, and his grunts. "Fuck... more, please. I want more. Touch yourself for me” Now that you understood his game, you wouldn't let him play without you.

"Only if you let me see you, please..." Sakusa doubted. "I've been good, I've done what you've asked. Please, I want to see you cum... please" he fell surrendered to your plea. The tape covering your eyes slid down your face. You couldn't have been more grateful to regain your sight, when a disheveled Sakusa, even with that now wrinkled white shirt, his jeans unbuttoned and those said black gloves that were your downfall, looked at you, mouth slightly open, without a hint of seriousness on his face. "Mhmm, look at me and please cum on me, pretty boy. Cum on me!"

“Hah… you little shit! Oh my g- fuck!”

And without a second thought, he cummed on your belly, splashing your tits, weakening and failing in his attempt to take control over you.

And that was what Sakusa meant when he said he didn't like it when you didn't take him seriously. Because he also melts under orders, inducing him into a submissive role that he didn't want you to ever discover.

Now you had a unique power in your hand and you would know how to use it with Sakusa.

354 notes · View notes

trick-or-fucking-treat · 11 months

Note

Hi!! I hope you are doing well! But I was just wondering if I may request head-cannons for Bo Sinclair with an s/o who dresses in vintage fashion? (Vintage clothes, hair, jewelry, makeup, etc…) If not, that’s cool! Thank you and have a wonderful day!

Bo Sinclair with vintage style (fem) S/O

Masterlist

First things first, Bo is a pretty traditional guy so he loves your vintage style!

Buuuuuut… it takes him a while to realise how much he likes it.

Bo is used to seeing pretty victims girls stroll through his little town, but those girls are a different kind of pretty y’know.

Bo knows very well that he finds tight jeans and skintight tops attractive.

So seeing you in a much more traditional style with your beautiful bright flowing dresses and perfectly curled hair-

He has to do a double take.

It doesn’t take him long to realise he finds you gorgeous.

Not just the look, but the cute little accessories like your handbags or hair clips just make it all the sweeter for him.

When you’re in an established relationship Bo’s always on the lookout for jewellery that fits your style.

(It’s a pretty sweet gesture, but you may want to question its origins if he gives you jewellery)

Also will not let you come keep him company in the garage while you’re ‘all dolled up’ - his words.

Far too afraid of getting your dresses ruined.

But will absolutely give you some coveralls to wear if you really want to stay with him.

(He secretly loves seeing you in them cos you tie a cute coloured bandana round your waist like a belt because the coveralls are too big, and he thinks you look like those fifties posters of working women* which is really cute!)

Kind of expects you to take on the house wife role a bit in the home.

Cooking, cleaning, etc.

(Aka all the jobs Bo, Vincent, and Lester typically neglect)

It’s part of the reason he let you stay in Ambrose in the first place, only to end up falling in love with you.

If you have no problem taking on these roles, great! Happy family!

If it’s not how you’d ideally spend your day, don’t be afraid to stand up to him.

Bo’s really the only one who bosses anyone around, Vincent and Lester wouldn’t dream of telling you what to do.

So if you stand up to Bo and tell him you won’t be taking on all the domestic tasks yourself, you’ll probably shock him enough into agreeing with you.

You typically have such a sweet demeanour that telling Bo off would probably catch him off guard.

If you use the power sparingly enough, he’ll come to realise that you only ever call him out on his bullshit if he’s being genuinely unfair and is very quick to make it up to you.

Tried to make you a pie once to make it up to you after being an ass, but it went horribly, so you spent the day with him baking a pie properly.

He’ll never admit it but he had so much fun and absolutely loved spending time with you in such a domestic task.

(Next time you bake something ask if he can help out and make it sound like he’d being doing you a favour (he wouldn’t) and he’ll jump at the chance to bake with you without having to admit he likes baking)

A/N: hope these are ok! Lmk if you have any other ideas or requests!

*for reference, these are the fifties posters I’m talking about:

#bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #house of wax #Bo Sinclair x reader headcanons #slasher #slashers x reader #vintage #vintage reader

170 notes · View notes

chiriwritesstuff · 6 months

Text

Meet Me at the Farmers Market - 8. Compliance

Farmers Market! Joel Miller x Confident! Plus Sized F! Florist Reader

Series Masterlist

Series Summary: What does a Contractor do in his spare time? Sell his wood carvings at the Saturday Farmers Market, of course! A Grumpy x Sunshine Joel Miller series collective of one shots, Updates every Saturday!

Chapter Rating: E, MDNI (18+)

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: Roleplay, This is FILTHY, Too much porn, not too much plot, Daddy needs to EAT, ok?, Talks about OSHA Compliance, Wear the proper PPE if you're going into a job site, okay?

Summary: Joel catches you in improper PPE, so you do what it takes to not get shut down...

A/N: Hello there!

I thought I would give you all a little treat before Christmas! I will be posting another chapter on Christmas day, so enjoy this little bit of fun before then!

This chapter takes place before Pt. 4.

"Hey Joel, good morning!"

You peek out from your office at the back of your shop, a bright smile on your face as Joel shuffles into the barren space, still a construction site riddled with pieces of reclaimed wood. Coffee in one hand, iPad in the other, Joel ambles toward his worktable in the corner. "Mornin'," he grunts, a subtle grin appearing as he secures his tool belt, slung low on his jean-clad hips.

Casually strolling over, you join him, smoothing out your overalls and adjusting your oversized flannel, your hair neatly woven into braids. "What's on the agenda today?"

"Figured I'd kick things off with the display cases, checking out the designs we agreed upon. Found some great pieces of oak at the reclaim center-" Joel's words trail off as he finally notices you, his eyes widening, mouth slightly agape. You catch him mid-sentence, twirling a pigtail around your finger, biting your lower lip, a mischievous glint in your eye.

"Something the matter, Joel? See something on my face?" you tease, offering a small, playful smile.

His Adam's apple bobs as he pivots back to the plans laid out on his worktable. "No, you just look pretty today."

"Oh, do I?"

"Well, those overalls are all wrong, being that they're short and all, and those boots," he motions to your feet, "Are they OSHA-regulated? Don't want you hurting your pretty little feet."

You laugh, a sound that fills the shop. "Just trying to keep things interesting around here, Joel. Wouldn't want you to think work is the only thing worth looking at." Your eyes appraise his form as you slide between him and his worktable. "You don't look too bad yourself," you tease, drawing a finger down his chest to his toolbelt. "I love a man in uniform, especially when they wear it so damn well."

Joel's eyes widen in surprise, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, I aim to please," he says, his voice husky.

"Do you now? Is it because I'm paying you?" you cheekily reply, "If I put on this hard hat, maybe you'll look the other way if the city asks about my compliance. I would hate to be shut down for something silly like my attire."

"Well, with an ass like this," he grabs it for good measure, large hands caressing the span of your cheeks, squeezing as he groans, a wicked smile on his face - "I think we can work something out, don't you think, baby girl?" He starts to undo the straps of your overalls. "I think that we should take this off, it's not protective enough for those legs of yours," he slides the denim past your hips, letting them drop to the floor as he licks his lips in anticipation. "Mmm," he moans, "Turn around for me, I need to get a good look for my inspection." He turns you around as he takes in your ass, the fabric of your thong devoured by your asscheeks. He slides a finger between the fabric and your ass crack, barely grazing your slit. "Very, very nice," he mutters to himself. He raises his fingers coated with your slick to your face. "Wet already, baby?" he asks, his eyes blown. "Fuck, what am I going to do with you? What are you going to do to make your indiscretions up to me?"

"I can't afford to be shut down, Joel." You plead, grabbing his hands as you take his slick-coated fingers into your mouth, your eyes never leaving his. He pulls them back with a satisfied pop. "I'll do anything, please Joel."

"First of all," he whispers, his fingers undoing the buttons of your flannel slowly, "I'm gonna need you to redress with the proper PPE-" he says, opening your shirt and exposing your breasts as he groans in appreciation, grabbing the safety vest on his worktable. "Put this on, and sit that pretty ass on the table." You shrug off your flannel, smiling as you grab the vest from his hands, shimmying it on. "Like this?" you ask, your nipples peeking out through the neon mesh as you lift your hips onto the table, spreading your legs more to present yourself to him.

"Just like that, baby, that's much better," he says as he settles himself between your legs. "You know, I shouldn't be drinking coffee on an empty stomach, maybe I should get something to eat," he kneels down, settling himself on his knees as he takes in your pussy, his fingers slipping through the flimsy lace between your slit. "You're fucking drenched, look at you, is this honey all for me?" You nod as he slips his fingers through your folds, closing your eyes in pleasure. "Uh uh, baby. None of that. You keep your eyes on me, Daddy needs to eat."

You arch your back and whisper something incoherent, spreading your legs wider to accommodate his broad form. "Please Joel, can't have you working on an empty stomach…"

"Well," he smiles as he slips a finger into your cunt, his finger so thick that you flinch at the sudden intrusion. "If you're offering… Fuck Sunflower, she's crying for me. Absolutely fucking weeping." he takes a deep breath as he pulls the fabric of your thong harshly to the side, ripping it off of you as you yelp in surprise. "Joel! those were my favorite panties!"

"You can just write them off, hazards of the job, right?" he replies, the flat of his tongue diving into your folds as he feasts on your cunt like a man starved. "You keep your eyes on me as I feast on this pussy," he mumbles as he devours you, gripping your thighs as he locks his eyes on you. "Try not to blink, baby, watch me finish my meal. Gonna have to prep you to handle some heavy machinery, can't have you getting injured on the job site."

"Fuck Joel, just like that, I'm so close baby…" you mumble, harshly grabbing onto his hair as he moans in appreciation. He slips another finger into the warmth of your cunt as he continues to lick and suck, the sound of your wetness obscene as it echoes in the vastness of your empty shop.

"You think you can take one more? I need to make sure you can take it, baby."

"Please Joel, I can take it, give it to me-" you stutter, your body shaking as he leads you to completion, the safety vest spread wide open as you play with your nipples, tweaking the pointed buds as you shift your hips, tilting them as he continues on, the tip of his tongue flicking your clit. "I'll be so fucking good for you, Joel, please- I'm gonna…" You gush into his mouth, the wetness of your slick coating his beard as you ride on his fingers, your body taut and tight as your thighs quiver. You haven't gotten used to being used so thoroughly, feeling faint as he smiles in satisfaction, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt as he rises onto his feet.

"Fuck, baby, best breakfast ever. Do you think I prepped you enough to handle my machinery?" he cheekily smiles as he settles himself back between your legs, your hands blindly reaching for the buckle of his belt, quickly undoing it as you reach into his jeans.

Your eyes widen as you pull his hard cock out of his boxers, the tip red and angry as precome starts to leak from the slit. "Fuck Joel, is this going to fit?"

"We'll make it fit, baby" He breathes as he notches the tip at your entrance, his eyes locked onto your cunt as he pumps his shaft, his hand going to your folds and gathering your slick, pumping his cock once more as he wets the shaft. It's so fucking unhinged, so fucking obscene with the noise it makes, squelching as he guides himself to you once more. "Let me just test it with the tip, let me work you up to take me, okay baby? I'll make it fucking fit."

"Shit," he roars as your cunt envelops his wide tip, his hips pushing into you back and forth in shallow thrusts. He buries his face in your neck, licking and kissing down to your breasts as he slowly adds inch after inch until he's fully sheathed inside your channel, his breaths short as he allows you to adjust to his size. "Fuck, are you ready, Sunflower? Can I move?"

"FUCK Joel, you're so deep like this!" you cry, wrapping your legs around his waist as he lowers you down onto his worktable, capturing your lips in a kiss fervently, all teeth and tongue as he starts to pound into you in earnest. You claw at his back, your fingers grabbing onto his shirt so tightly you swear you hear a rip, crying into his neck "Please, Joel, please fuck me harder! I can take it! I can take it all!" He slides a hand under your ass and tilts your hips until he's hitting that spot, so delicious you're rendered speechless. A tear falls down the slope of your cheek, you swear he licks it off you as he kisses you once more.

He stands upright once more as he takes in the sight of his cock buried into your pussy, your slick dripping down your thighs as you make a mess of his worktable below, your plans ruined and soaked. "Fuck baby, you feel so good, so fucking perfect, so perfect for me… I'm going to come, do you want me to come in this pretty cunt?" he mumbles incoherently, "Are you gonna milk me, baby?"

"YES yes yes yes" you nod absentmindedly, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Fuck Joel, come inside of me, let your cum drip down my legs as I work today, let everyone know who owns me…" He collapses on you as he plunges into you one last time, filling you with his hot release as he kisses you. "Fuccckkkkkk," he says as he kisses your neck, his breath hot as he attempts to steady his breath. "I didn't think you would be into roleplay, honey. It was so fucking hot, we need to do this again."

You smile as you push him off, removing the safety vest as you grab your clothes on the floor. "What time is it? Tommy should be heading over soon, need to make sure he doesn't walk into a warzone-"

"Let him walk into one, I don't care," Joel says defiantly as he buckles his jeans.

Like clockwork, there's a tap on the window, still covered up with an easy mask. "Hey! Anyone in? Joel? Sunflower?" Tommy's voice calls out from behind the door. "Let me in, alright? It's hot as fuck outside!"

You smirk as you fiddle with the straps of your overalls. "Speak of the devil," you say, kissing Joel once more as you make your way to the door. You put on a smile as you let Tommy in, Joel back at his worktable as he hurriedly rolls up the ruined plans.

"Took you guys long enough," Tommy chides, handing you a cup of matcha. His face scrunches as he takes a whiff of the store. "What is that smell?! It smells fucking awful!"

Joel throws the safety vest onto himself as you laugh, walking back into your office as Tommy looks back in confusion. "What?" he exclaims. "It does!"

69 notes · View notes

thecapricunt1616 · 2 months

Text

Blue Lotus - SxC Fic - Chapter 2

♡ Summary: Carmy & Syd go horseback riding!!! Carmy's therapy friends push him to go for what he wants, his 'light at the end of the tunnel'

♡ W/C: 6,534

♡ Posted Date: 04/07/2024

♡ A/N: Hayoooo!!! I am too inspired... this has become a multi-chap fic hahaha I am havin' so much fun here!! Thank you @gingergofastboatsmojito for inspiring me to keep going!!! ILY! As per usual please know - this fic was inspired by THIS FIC here - Tucson by the GLORIOUS GINGER!!!! Go read that before you even THINK about reading this fic ok?! I love how I hate storer for the same reasons but im a sucker for writing a slowburn - I find myself screaming at MYSELF internally "make them kiss already!!!!" but they will KISSSS SHORTLY SO SHORTLY MY DEARSSSS !!! It will be a JUICY TAYLOR SWIFT DAYLIGHT ASS KISS OK!!!! THEY WILL ONLY SEE EACHOTHER FROM THEN ON!!!! Its gonna be a 'and I can still see it all in my mind all of you all of me intertwined I USED TO THINK LOVE WOULD BE BLACK AND WHITE BUT ITS GOLDENNNNNNN. We need Carmy to realize a few more things but then - he will be hozier level devoted to this woman even more then he already is, I hope you enjoy!!

♡ Warnings for BTC: Not really any? Like? LOL - Swearing?! Smoking cigarettes?! They just went horseback riding & carmy went to therapy- oh Ig talks of carmy getting hard LMAO but thats as crazy as we get this chapter. ➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ♡

Stardust nudges his shoulder so hard he almost falls over, and he turns to look at her. His heart jumped into his throat, his mouth suddenly feeling dry. She was there, she was really there.

“Uh-” he blinked a few times, to be sure that she wouldn’t disappear. “Syd? Hey..uh-” he felt his entire body buzzing with excitement. He couldn’t help the smile that took over his features. She looked… gorgeous. Carmen wasn’t sure there actually was a word in any human language ever to exist that could describe just how wonderful she looked.

Her hair was in its natural state, she was wearing an adorable corduroy jacket, black jeans, and white sneakers. “You came to a farm…in those?” he motions to her shoes.

She laughs a bit “Wow- it’s great to see you too, Carm. Didn’t realize you were…actually like living on a farm” she approached him carefully.

“Shit- yes- fuck- It’s its so good to see you, Syd, C’mere” he pulls her into a tight, long hug. The smell of her lavender vanilla perfume nearly made him melt.

“You’re like…tan- and…muscley now” She laughs a bit, squeezing his arm lightly.

“Uh..” he pulled away, cheeks bright red. “Yeah uh.. It's like- fuckin hard t’ride a horse. And the um…” he rubbed his neck nervously “The uh cows.. They eat hay? Most the time, and so we need to move the bales during the morning for em, they’re like…. 75? 80 pounds? So moving like 10 back and forth every day helps. And I dont really.. Go inside? Here? Its like… uh.. Thats the therapy mostly, the animals- at least f’me” he said sheepishly.

She nodded, looking around the stable. “That one behind you is yours? Shes been side-eying me creepily since I started talking” she pointed to Stardust.

“Oh! Fuck sorry yea, well- no…not- not mine- I got ‘er t’trust me. But uh, yeah this is Stardust. She’s a super sweet girl” He explained. Stardust leaned in, sniffing Syds hair carefully.

“Cute- All you’re missing is a hat” She teased.

He chuckled a bit, “Ok, c’mon - why are you here, Syd” He said with a small smile, crossing his arms over his chest.

She shrugged, looking at the ground and kicking a rock out of the way with her shoe. “Cause…I was worried- I dunno…” She definitely wasn't going to get bold and tell him that she’d missed him, terribly.

“Ok…well now that y’here, and y’see i’m okay…wanna have some fun?” He asked, a small smile on his lips.

Syd looked back up at him, as if he had 3 heads. “Okay- Where is Carmen Berzatto- Not his… Weird alien clone- Camren Brazota” she said, laughing a bit “what do you mean fun?” She asked, and Carmy laughed, real, and genuine.

“Well- If I didn’t change my view a little I’d never leave. So, yes, Syd, ‘a little fun never hurt noone’ - per my therapist. Shes fuckin annoying. I much prefer the horses.” He pet Star’s mane and she leaned into his touch.

“Holy shit” Syd laughed a bit. “Wow- alright. I feel like you’re a whole new man already, what kind of fun?” she mused.

“Ever ridden a horse?” he walked over to the saddle rack, pulling off a double seated one and hanging it over the back of the stall door.

“No- Actually, Don’t I need um…like - stuff for it?” she asked.

“Oh don’t think I wont give you the full experience” he opened the riding closet, “Whats your shoe size?” he asked, crouching down and looking through the pairs of extras.

“8? Er- 9 probably 9” she said. He dug through them until he found a matching pair.

“These should do, y’stuff is cool here we can just leave it in her stall” he told her, holding out his arm for her to hold while she switched her shoes.

“You seem like…” she said as she slipped off her sneaker and put on the boot. “I dunno…chill- well- i wont go that far- but chill-er then before.” Carm snorted a laugh, holding on to her arm to steady her.

“Thanks? I guess..that’s good right?” He asked.

“Yeah! Yeah of course…I mean, it’s nice. To see you not so…anxious.” She said, slipping the other boot on.

“Yeah I um…” he cleared his throat, opening the stall door. “I uh..I’m takin meds- Now? Uh..all this shit. Y’know they have me like tranquilized more then these guys” he said and she laughs, Carmen smiled proudly at the fact, relishing in the wonderful sound.

“But yeah like Like 3 er..er 4. they say I had all this uh..mental shit. Goin’ on w’me and that’s why I was all…wound up I guess” he explained, calling Star out and getting her harness situated.

Syd caught herself staring at his arms as he worked, how the toned muscle moved beneath the fabric of the shirt.

“Aren’t you freezing?” She asked, noticing he wasn’t wearing a jacket like she was.

“Used to it now, well- I mean the moving around. It gets hot this shit is heavy. Wanna try to hold the saddle?” He asked, unhooking the saddle from the stall door where he’d left it momentarily.

“It can’t be that bad” she countered.

“I think this thing weighs probably as much as you do.” He said “hold out your arms” he smiled a bit.

She lifted her arms out in front of her and he plops the saddle down, she had to plant one of her feet forward so she didn’t fall face first due to the sudden weight and he laughed, catching the saddle quickly and baring most the weight.

“Told you” he teased.

She rolled her eyes “yeah whatever. Saddle up the horse, cowboy” she dropped the saddle back in his arms. He hurled the saddle over Stars back with a grunt.

“Fuckin hell” he huffed, realizing since the saddle was nearly double the weight as his usual, and being on the shorter end- he couldn’t just get it on her when she was standing straight. “Bow” he told the horse and she just stared at Sydney.

“Don’t embarrass me, Star. Bow” he told her and she looked the other way.

“So uhhh…this one’s trained, huh?” Sydney teased.

Carmen looked back at her “mmhmm maybe she doesn’t like strangers” he said, walking over to the other side.

“Since she’s bein difficult y’gonna have T’help. C’mere” he waved her over and she followed. “So when I push it up, just grab the saddle pad and make sure it doesn’t move, yea?” He asked.

“The fuck is a saddle pad, dude- I know my way around a kitchen not a fuckin horse stable.” She looked at the many different layers the horse was already wearing.

“Alright. So this,” he lifted the cloth, “is her blanket. Keeps her core warm. And beneath it” he pats the pad “this is her saddle pad, it makes it more comfortable. So our bones aren’t like..diggin in her back and shit. Also shock, when she jumps the foam of it helps our weight disperse. The saddle is so big and heavy I can’t keep the pad still at the same time, so just hold it f’me,” he took her hand, guiding it to where he wanted her to hold.

She felt her heartbeat quicken, his hands were so large and calloused on top of her own. She nodded wordlessly, keeping her eyes trained on where she was meant to be holding and focusing on keeping it steady as he went back around and carefully lifted up the heavy saddle with a grunt, laying it over the horses back.

“Jesus- how much can this thing carry” Syd asked.

“Well she is a mare, she weighs about…mmm- 1900? She can comfortably hold about 400 pounds for a decent distance but she can’t do that for hours and hours at a time. We together can’t be more then 300, and her gear is less then 100 pounds. Were just goin f’r a quick ride, I gotta get to therapy at 3” he explained as he buckled on her saddle.

“Ah. So you’ve been memorizing horse information instead of creating recipes? I figured when I got here you’d have gone nuts by now without being in a kitchen so long” she gently touched the horses mane as she spoke.

“Maybe. Well…I am kinda goin crazy? But I can’t…let it out?” He chuckled a bit “does that make sense? Nights are a little hard before my sleep meds kick in but that just says I haven’t done enough that day” he got up. “So y’gettin up first since I’m sittin in back” he explained.

“Oh…uh- ok how do I?” She asked looking up at the at least 7 foot tall animal.

“Y’not gonna be able to do it alone. C’mere” he told her. She comes over and looks at him.

“How the fuck do you do this?” She looked up at the saddle that was at the top of her head before looking back at him.

“So-“ he snorts a laugh at her wide confused expression. “She’s not gonna like you trying to roll up on her back, and I don’t want you t’get thrown off, she can be moody with new people. I almost broke my shoulder my first time trying to ride her” he said and she crossed her arms slightly.

“So how. How do I get up there?” She asked. He pulled out a step stool, setting it next to the horse and getting up on the third step.

“I’m giving you a lift. Arms up” he said with a playful smirk.

“No- no way- Carmen that’s too high. You’ll drop me!!” She took a step back, feeling slightly nervous.

“I won’t because I’ll bribe her Syd. C’mere” he pulled a pack of peep marshmallows out of his pocket and the horse nearly starts dancing.

“Carm- what the fuck is happening?” She asked and Carmy chuckled.

“Bow. Cmon Syd wants t’ride. Bow and you’ll get y’treat star.” He told the horse.

It obediently bowed down and before Syd could process what was happening, Carm was scooping her up beneath her arms Syd squealed in surprise. “Oh my GOD WHY ARE YOU PICKING ME UP!” She shrieked, wiggling in his arms.

“open y’legs! Cmon! she’s gonna get up!!!” Carmen laughed holding her up higher. Syd finally obeyed and he gently plopped her on the first saddle. “Good girl” he told the horse, feeding her the marshmallow and putting the packet in his pocket again before swiftly getting on behind Syd.

“Alright. Hard part done.” He reached around her waist, and she lifted her arms slightly.

“What- can you tell me what’s going on? I’m a horse virgin!” She said, and they both went quiet for a moment, before cracking up laughing. Syd leaned to her left slightly as she tried catching her breath, grabbing the rein for stability and tugging.

Star took off sprinting, Syd screamed in surprise, her body going tight with fear. Carmen quickly wrapped his arms around Syds waist protectively, tugging on the reigns “WOOOOAH!” He called to Star and she quickly came to a stop.

“Stand.” He told the horse firmly.

“What the fuck Carm I thought she was trained!” Syd exclaimed, gripping onto his forearms for dear life.

“I gotchu, you think I’d let her kick you off?” He tightened his arms around her. Carmen swore his heart was thumping so hard that she felt it on her shoulder blade.

“Also when she moves it’s hard to keep still.” She said nervously.

“Don’t worry, I gotchu, Syd. Lean into me, if our weight is centered then it’ll be easier for all 3 of us” he gently pushed at her stomach.

She leaned back into his broad chest, “see” he said softly. He was lucky the angle didn’t allow for her to see him, because his face was bright red, And having her body pressed against his…was making him flush somewhere else too.

He clicked his tongue and Stardust started walking again, at an easy comfortable trot. “This…is ok.” She said, much more comfortable now.

“I’m gonna take you t’one of my favorite spots.” He said, pulling on the reins to the left lightly so she would follow the left trail.

“Wow, already sharing secret spots huh? I think this therapist may just be Doctor of the year I don’t even think I’ve seen your favorite Chicago spots” she teased.

Carm laughed a bit, he felt so much lighter with Syd around. And life had been lighter ever since he got here.

“How is…uh- how is it back home?” He cleared his throat lightly. It was something that had being weighing on him. Yes, he was here, he was doing the thing. He was making Sugar happy. He was making Syd happy…but he would go back, at some point.

And his biggest fear was things will just go right back. He won’t have this outlet, he won’t have sunset rides with Stardust to ease his mind. He won’t have the cows happily running up to him and greeting him when he was the first one to bring out a bale of hay. He felt like if he was here, he may have the confidence to tell Syd how he feels. But back home? It was another life.

“Fine..things are..y’know. The usual shit. But nothing bad, no one’s getting locked in any freezers if that’s what you mean” she said playfully.

Carm rolled his eyes with a light smile. “Mmhmm. So the restaurant is-“

“Is fine.” She said. “I’d have told you. You know that.” She said and he nodded a bit.

“I know she scared you back there…but it’s pretty fun to go fast. You wanna try?” He asked.

She shifted a bit uncomfortably, her hands tightening around his arms that were holding the reins around her waist. “Uhh…maybe? Are you sure we won’t fall off?” She questioned.

“I’m sure. Here you can be the one to control it. Start light ok? With your legs.” He gently ran his hands down her thighs to right below her knees “here” he said softly, squeezing the flesh gently so she wouldn’t have to lean and look. “With that part of your legs, give her a little squeeze. But really light, or we’ll take out of here like a bat out of hell” he held around her waist again, securely holding the reins.

“Mmhmm” she said, she was beginning to feel hot- and not because she’d done any hard work in regards to getting the horse ready.

“Alright. Whenever you’re ready, you’re the boss” he said the last part softly in her ear. If it wasn’t for her jacket, he would see the goosebumps that had risen on her arms. She nodded quickly, staring straight ahead and trying to maintain her composure.

“So I just?” She squeezed gently and the horse picks up her speed slightly. “Oh…ok” she said.

“Told y’she was trained” Carmy teased and she rolls her eyes.

“Mmm you’ve done a very good job, bribing this horse with peeps. The staff know you do this?” She asked. Carmy snorted a laugh

“No. But she’s healthy. Made sure. She only gets one or 2 if she doesn’t listen.” He admitted.

She shook her head with a smile. “And how’d you find this out, Carm?” She leaned into him once more.

“I…” he laughed a bit, his chest vibrating with the movement and it made her heart warm.

“I uh…spent a few days in the library here. Reading up. After she threw me off. It’s all about trust with em. So I never lied to ‘er and I’ve never done something she didn’t expect because I always try to warn her.” He said, pulling her reigns a bit tighter.

“This is like a joyride Syd cmon, I said fast not an evening stroll.” He teased.

“Fine. Mister horse master- show me what Miss Stardust can do.” She said.

With 2 kisses and a quick tap of his heel, they were off like a rocket. He held Syd steady, being sure she wouldn’t have to do most the work of holding herself center as he gripped each reign with the opposite hand, holding them taught so Star knew to keep going.

Syd laughed, the wind flicking her dark curls all around. He wished she could see her amused expression. “Holy shit this is the best!” She shouted over the loud thuds of Stars hoofbeats.

“I know right! Can you believe she can go faster?” He said, holding his knees taut around her hips to keep her from sliding.

“Okay we are not! This is fine!” She said and sat up a bit “are we going into the-” She asks as Star begins to barrel through a creek, the freezing water spraying up and around them getting them slightly wet, the freezing water splashing from their calves up to their cheeks.. “CARMY!” She screams through laughter.

He could barely catch his breath as he laughed so hard his stomach and ribs ached. “I’m sorry!! Syd! Oh god-“ he chuckled “woah girl- woah” he called to the course and she slowed down once again to a stop.

“Fuck-“ Carmen chuckled “you okay?” He asked, picking a wet leaf from her jacket and throwing it to the forest floor.

“Yeah- I’m.. I’m fine. That was really fun actually. C’mon I wanna see the spot” she said and took it upon herself to tug the reins so Star would take off again

“Shi-it!” He quickly finds his balance, “warn me!! Oh god I almost flew off!!” He told her.

“You think I’d let her throw you off?” She mimics him from earlier and he takes the chance to playfully pinch her waist

“Yes because who’s in back and who’s in front?” He wrapped his arms around her again, taking the reins from her grasp. “Your reign privileges have been revoked for this riding lesson, Ms.Adamu”

She laughed a bit “I’ll earn them back. Don’t worry” she mused.

“Mmm we need to talk about more shit before I just literally hand the reins over. Coulda spooked her and we’d be fuckin dead.” he angled the outside reigns so she’d slow down as they came to the clearing.

“Here we are” he hopped off, raising his arms to help her down.

She carefully reached out for him and he lifted her off, gently setting her down. “Holy fuck Carmy” she turned around, watching the waterfall cascade down over the rocks.

“Right! Told you. It’s a fire spot” he went over to one of the rocks he usually sat at, plopping down and taking out a cigarette. “Oh- shit- can’t have y’running off” he told Stardust and chuckled, leaving the cigarette between his lips as he walked over to her, guiding her over to the tree, and hooking her right rein around a branch before sitting back down.

“Yeah…I can’t remember the last time I went somewhere so…” she trailed off, looking at all the trees and running water.

“Green?” Carmy lit his cigarette, taking a drag. “Not packed with smog? Somewhere that doesn’t smell like shit.” He said as he exhaled.

“…yeah” she said and laughed a bit. “Yeah. Guess that’s it.” She came and sat next to him. “What did you mean about her getting scared?” She asked curiously.

“Oh- a scared horse will fucking kill you. Not on purpose, but they’re big and pure muscle, and will do anything to get away from danger. I scared the shit out of her one time, that was it. Dislocated my shoulder 8th day here. Doing that hurts like a bitch by the way.” He rolled his shoulder gently.

“How’d you manage that? God I knew you were shit at chatting up girls but she dislocated your shoulder?” She teased.

He rolled his eyes with a playful smile, taking another drag. “Yes, I was fuckin around on the trail, dunno why- but there was this branch sticking out so I grabbed it, it snapped, she fuckin reeeared dude. I flew back so hard. My back might still be bruised I’m not sure. Still hurts a little to laugh” he said.

“You better have seen a doctor” she said.

“Ohhh silly Syd.” He sighed, a puff of smoke filling the air in front of him. “We aren’t allowed to refuse treatment here. If you get hurt, and you refuse to get help, it’s considered self harm, which leads to them believing you have suicidal ideation, which leads to you being locked in the actual nuthouse. So yes. I willingly went to the doctor daily for a week. And now, I’m being checked on once a week. So yeah. Oh and therapy daily. And every day I’m given my meds and someone checks over ‘pre-existing injuries’ which that is now considered. So yeah. I’m good. I’m fuckin fine as fine can be.” He said.

“Awww poor little chef, being taken care of so well that’s so hard isn’t it?” She teased and he gives her a playful glare, but couldn’t help but crack a smile when he realized she was smiling too.

“I was being taken care of fine at home by myself but you and my sister just had to ship me off after one tiny accident” he leaned back on his hand, taking another drag of his cigarette.

“It stops becoming an accident when you didn’t care, Carm. You didn’t care. It didn’t phase you. You weren’t even…you weren’t even scared. Just because you didn’t do it on purpose doesn’t mean you did the sane thing which would have been doing everything you could to not let something like that happen.” She said, her tone suddenly serious.

He looked down at his lap, swallowing thickly. He suddenly felt all of the armor he’d spent the last 31 days chipping at, slowly start to meld back together and shell him back in at the shame the whole situation was making him feel.

“I have nightmares…you know. About it. What happened” she said quietly, and he could physically feel his heart ripping open.

The only sound between them was the bubbling stream, and the sounds of their even breaths.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly, gaze fixed on his lap knowing he would burst into tears at the admission she’d been so deeply plagued by something he’d done, if he had looked at her.

“I know” was all she said, gently resting her hand on top of his. He felt the same fireworks exploding in his chest that he only ever felt when she was around.

“Do you um…” he clears his throat and shook his head, embarrassed by the question plaguing his mind. “Never mind it’s..it’s stupid.” He removed his hand, putting his cigarette in it and resting the hand opposite of her on the rock.

“That usually means it’s not stupid. What?” She coaxed, bumping his knee with hers gently.

“It’s stupid” he said again, shrugging his shoulders.

“It can’t be stupider then asking me what UPS means” She said playfully. He rolled his eyes, smiling and looking over at her.

“And what if it is?” He questioned.

“I would be..worried they’re giving you a bad concoction of meds that’s turning your glorious chef brain in to Swiss cheese” she teased

He snorts a laugh. “I was gonna ask..if you wanted to cook..t’night. My cabin…it uh- has a kitchen? I haven’t cooked in a month. They give us food so I haven’t really bothered but…seeing you makes me miss it more, I guess” he blushed, looking back down at his lap.

“Well obviously. Not gonna let you eat whatever bullshit they’ve been giving you while I’m around.” She said and he shook his head, meeting her gaze once more with a playful smirk.

“Maybe you should check in. My therapist says it’s bad apparently to feel ‘responsible for others’ - says it’s a ‘subconscious self harming behavior’ “ he teased.

She smiled a bit. “Okay- say I do. How about, I check in now, we shoot the shit for what- eleven more days- then, you go back home- and see how stressful it is in that restaurant when one of your hands is basically missing” she plucked the cigarette bud he’d forgotten about from between his fingers before it burnt him, flicking it into the creek.

“You know that’s the first time I’ve seen you smoke- other then…me like checking on you when you were about to explode at work. But you’ve never…pulled one out and smoked it I guess” she said, pulling her knees to her chest and resting her cheek on her forearm as she looked at him.

“Oh…” he said, pulling one of his legs up and resting his arm on it. “Didn’t realize you noticed” he said, brushing some dirt off his jeans.

“I notice a lot of stupid shit about you, it’s kinda annoying honestly.” She said without thinking, her eyes widening when she realized and she looked the other way, resting her other cheek on her knee and squeezing her eyes shut.

Why would you ever say that?! She asked herself internally.

“Oh?” He said again, smiling a bit. “You do?” He questions, but that was as far as he’d push.

“Mhm” was all she responded. Carmys phone started buzzing in his pocket and he pulled it out in case it was one of the ‘base keepers’ they called them. Carmy rather call them babysitters. He knew what they were for, being sure if they were out of sight too long they were making sure they could still get ahold of them.

He sighed in relief when he saw it was just his 2:40 alarm. “Gotta go” he stood up, offering his hand to Syd. “Like- now. Or my ass is getting chewed out.”

The ride back to the cabins was mostly silent. He had no stool this time, so he had to pick up Syd essentially by the ass and gently place her on Stars back so she didn’t get spooked.

He was embarassed as fuck that the tiny action had the crotch region of his jeans tightening more then was casually explainable. Thank god no one was around to see him awkwardly hop in the way of his semi hard third leg down his left pant leg, grunting but covering it with a dry cough when she settled her ass back into him to ‘center their gravity’

Syd absolutely felt the firmness pressing into her ass. She thought it was a bit funny, but also brushed it off to the strange friction that came with riding a horse. She couldn’t allow herself to fully believe his teenage like excitement was due to her, or she’d go insane.

Carmy dropped Syd off at his cabin, giving her the key and telling her he’d put up Stardust and be back by 5, she would be blushing if it weren’t for her mahogany complexion at the domesticity of it all - er what she could imagine domesticity with Carmy would feel like.

Her panties were also soaked through from the feeling of his enormous length pressed into the curve of her ass - the entire way back - but she just chalked that up to not getting laid for a few months, and misreading his natural arousal for him being horny- she quickly pushed the thought down and just chalked it up to the horse. Because guys get hard when they ride horses…right? Right?!

Carmen arrived to therapy extremely frustrated, and extremely ready to talk. He sat down in his regular spot in the back, tapping his knee nervously and covering his crotch with his hands. Luckily, thinking about his mother was enough to make him soft nearly instantly so he had that to thank her for at least.

“Alright guys!” Julienne, the usual Friday therapist came in, sitting in her spot in the circle. “Who is up today! We are-“ she looks at her iPad “oh! Yes this is another OP class, so- no pressure but, I wanna hear what’s goin on!” She crossed her legs.

Julie was far from his favorite therapist, at Blue Lotus. But he wasn’t his least favorite. So he would still talk. He cleared his throat, raising his hand slightly.

“Carmy?! What a treat! Okay what’s up” she grabbed her little stylus pencil. He bit the inside of his lip nervously. He despised how casual she tried to make this all feel.

“Uh…so- my um…business partner, she came to see me. I guess I haven’t been…keeping touch? Enough? She just said she was worried…” he cleared his throat again, gaze fixed on his lap. “And uh…I’m startin’ t’-t’realize stuff?” He sniffled nervously, rubbing his mouth with slightly clammy, nervous hands.

“She uh..” he chuckled a bit. “She…she just…showed up. Didn’t hear shit from ‘er. She probably knew that I’d uh…I’d tell ‘er no?” He finally meets the gaze of Julie.

“Okay. You know guests are allowed right? Like- during the visiting hours, 6am to 11pm, no fraternizing between patients but-“ Carmen cuts her off

“We aren’t - no. Not fraternizing” He shook his head. “But uh…today? We were- we were sitting. This spot, near uh, Jupiter point? On the north side. And I had this- this urge T-to tell her…everything.” He shook his head, looking at the floor again.

“So…you wanted to tell her you love her?” Jesse, one of the guys he’d had lunch with a few times piped up.

“T’be honest, I don’t know.” Carmen said honestly, looking at him.

“Well what does it feel like?” Jesse asked, sitting up a bit.

“What? Like- what does what feel like?” Carmen asked curiously.

“Her. Being with her. Talking to her? Inside. Like. Your chest. Your skin?” He questioned.

“Uh…” Carmen sat back, swallowing thickly and crossing his arms over his chest. He thought for a moment.

“Hot. I get hot. All over. My chest feels tight but - but good? Like- a hug almost. And then…when she…” he blushed, looking down with a shy smile. “When she touches me” he shook his head slightly. “When she touches me it’s like um.. fireworks? Like fireworks beneath my skin.” He chuckled a bit at how cheesy it sounded.

“And you haven’t fucking nailed her?” Jessie asked plainly.

Carmen furrowed his brows, glaring at him. “No” he clenched his jaw “I haven’t.” He snips.

“Dude- you are- pussy whipped with no pussy?! You- you love her, Carmen. You love this chick. I feel like I’m looking in a weird straight mirror - the first time-“ he laughed a bit “the first time I kissed a guy- god. He was so hot. But I had no idea! I had no idea. I really thought that I was just-“ he shook his head “that I was just wanting to befriend him? Or something? But like- I wanted to fuck him. And when I did kiss him? Something unlocked in my brain dude. It was like…like a whole new world. I felt like I knew - I knew what love could feel like? Just ‘cause of that one kiss “ he shrugged.

Carmen looked at him, arms crossed, trying to absorb everything he was saying even though every fiber of his former self was screaming to take it with nothing more than a grain of salt.

“Kiss her dude. Kiss her.” Jesse said and sat back in his chair.

“Well. Although, consensual sexual instances are against the code of conduct to discuss - I am very proud to see you two coming out of your shells. Has anyone else felt… confused in their romantic endeavors and would like to share?” Julie asked.

Carmen crossed his arms tighter, looking down at his lap. This was quite unusual for him, he was one of the patients to only add what he had to to be credited during inpatient, and during outpatient - only spoke when he really and honestly had to.

“Uh-“ the super tall girl, Shayna sits up. Carmen was never really sure why she was here. She looked…perfect by all means. Perfect skin, perfect nails, pretty face, long blonde hair, a perfect body by girl standards. Or at least what Carmen had understood of them.

“Not really the same.. but before I came out? I like…I would uh buy…girl clothes. That I liked. For my girlfriends at the time…” she blushed “and um.. I realized after a while that I liked them. And I wasn’t just..wanting to see my girlfriend in them. And like- it’s not the exact same, but when he said… about how Jesse realized he wanted the guy. That’s how I felt when I finally tried the clothes on” she shrugged.

Carmen was…aghast. He just simply stared at her. He’d never met- or thought- he’d ever met a trans person before today. But…Shayna?

Well- he was wrong because he had met her, they actually knew each other fairly well as far as patients go, she joined the program when he did. When they first met, she’d made a joke about how they were the tallest girl and shortest guy in the class, so that meant they were bound to be friends, since opposites attract - and that earned a chuckle out of him before his meds had even fully evened out.

“I love the cis-and-confused look- it’s cute” she said and laughed a bit. Carmen blushed, smiling a bit.

“Not confused- well, maybe. Maybe a little. Y’Just so…dainty? I dunno..” he shrugged.

“In case you haven’t noticed- mr.little man syndrome- you’re only one out with the cows doing the hay on time in the morning. Ninty percent of the group is your version of dainty ” Jesse teased.

“Jesse” Julie gives him the look. “I’d assume that means- the rest of you that aren’t out helping with the bales- are scraping out the cow pens? Since Carmen is doing all the hard work according to you.”

“I’m not girl- fuck no! The second I got out of inpatient house arrest? I walked my happy ass down to Walmart and bought me some blackout curtains. I recommend those to all of you! Oh my god and some ear plugs!! The stupid fucking roosters! Worst 15 days of my lifeee! I’m never coming back here peace and love to you all though. Truly. Can’t stand this cow shit stank ass place.” Shayna said dramatically, causing Carmen to chuckle a bit.

He had loved her boldness since they’d met. If Shayna didn’t want to do something- she wasn’t doing it. He learned that the day the staff tried to force her on anti-depressants. One of the main therapists got a Wellbutrin straight to the eye, they never attempted that battle the same way again.

“We know Shayna you aren’t shoveling scat, princesses don’t do that” Jesse mocked her valley girl tone.

“Okay! Okay. Alriiiight! Back on track- done with the bickering!” Julie said. “Now that open call is over let’s move on to breakthroughs. This issss-“ she looks at her iPad “ah- yes! D group. So. That makes it-“ he checks her watch “ah- right. 11 days! How are your light tunnel projects going?” She questioned.

Carmen’s chest tightened, but not in the Syd is smiling or he made Syd laugh way- in the - I haven't done something I was meant to do way.

The Light Tunnel project wasn’t hard. It was simply one thing you have done that you had wanted to do when you came into the program. And Carmy knew what his answer was,

Admit how he felt to Sydney.

Or, as his Therapist- Mandy told him ‘become more truthful with yourself and those you know about how you feel’ because “counting on someone to like him back would put him at square one” he had pretended to understand, but knew that he had to tell her and soon - or he was going to really go insane.

“ my light tunnel was to talk to my asshole father- but lucky for me I just caught wind the motherfucker finally died thank god. So by default I win and don’t have to be here anymore cause his abandonment was what fucked me up anyhow“ Shayna said jokingly, causing Carm to snort a laugh. He knew she was only joking about the leaving early part, not the father part. Her father was an even bigger piece of shit then Carmen’s was, he had come to learn.

“Mmm that isn’t how it works we know that Shayna. We’ll talk more about this in one to one “ Julie told her and Shayna crossed her long legs, looking out the window.

The last 20 minutes of the session Carmen sat silently, looking out the opposite window to Shayna, watching the horses running around in the field before they got called in for dinner and just spacing out, thinking about what he may say to Syd.

“Yo - Carm space cadet” Shayna said before kicking his boot he jumped a bit, looking up at them both and had realized the room since had cleared and Julie was preparing for her next session.

“Shit.” He said “how long have I been like…like that?” He asked, his cheeks feeling hot.

“It’s the OCD meds. They get you stuck in a happy thought loop sometimes. Are you just gonna sit here? You wanna do another hour of this with sniveling group a? They got here three days ago.” Jesse said. Carm shook his head, getting up.

“No- no sorry” he said starting with them outside. Shayna laughed a bit

“You were thinking of screwing that business partner aren’t you. “ she said, causing Carmys cheeks to go pinker.

“Shayna shut up!” Jesse scolded, pushing her shoulder lightly.

“Awwww carmyyy are your feelings hurt little buddy? Do you need a hug? Jesus men are such pussys” she pushed open the doors of the therapy cabin for them.

“Let me see pictures of this hot chick. If you don’t fuck her I will and I bet I’d do a better job” Shayna teased as they started heading back towards the cabins.

Carmen couldn’t even process what she said as he felt his breath get caught in his chest, he saw her. She was sitting on the porch of his cabin, criss-cross in one of the rocking chairs as she writes in her notebook. He couldn’t help but stop and stare at the way the setting sun hit her bronze skin, her curls casting intricate patterned shadows on the wood. He felt his heart pick up, his chest squeezing in that way, the way that only happened when he saw her.

Shayna and Jesse stopped after a few moments when they realized Carm had gotten stuck behind. They both follow his gaze carefully to see what he was so fixed on, like a trance.

“Holy fuuuck!!! Holy fuck how did I get this lucky!! She’s here? She’s here still?!” Shana asked excitedly, “oh my god- you’re getting laid- tonight” she excitedly skips up to the cabin and Syd looks up, locking eyes with her before seeing Carmen just a few paces behind. “I’m Shayna! Do you and Carm wanna hang out with us tonight?”

➵ 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ♡♡♡

31 notes · View notes

love-toxin · 2 years

Note

Uno reverse. Bully!Angelface and Eddie? What would that look like?

ohhhhh.....hohohooo......ok......hear me out.......

(cws: sub!eddie, f!bully!angelface, humiliation, a little sadism/masochism, spitting, spanking, pegging, slight fear kink.)

now, Eddie getting bullied is a whole other story. for one, you're not like his other tormentors--in fact, you fucking hate that blond jock dickhead and his cronies, they're so pathetic and they've got no creativity. no bite. you've got the dorkiest little freak in Indiana, there's so much to torment him with and you can do it in a way that really humiliates him.

pulling his hair is pretty fun, for one. those preppy jocks are too pussy to really throw Eddie around, and maybe being a girl, it's just different--but walking behind his seat in the cafeteria and yanking on a fistful of those curls is fucking great, watching those ringed hands shoot out to flail for balance and hear his gasp and squeaks of pain as he struggles not to fall out of his chair.....and all his little club members are watching, too scared to do or say anything for fear that you'll do the same to them. except for that annoying little brat in the baseball cap, he's a loudmouth but he's got a backbone--something your little victim can only wish he had when he sits back up and brushes off the laughter from the other tables, averting his eyes and hiding his red face from you as you saunter away with your tray. the more traditional acts of shoving him into his locker as you pass by are pretty noteworthy too, although slinging rubber bands at any exposed skin while he sits in front of you in class is even better--whispering "bullseye" when you hit one of his tattoos and smirking at him when he turns his head to glare at you, cheeks a little pink.

stealing his lunchbox is a tougher challenge, but it's so worth it when he realizes it's gone and tears after you with that voice breaking as he shouts your name, threatening to string you up but shutting his stupid fucking mouth when he follows you into the girl's bathroom and watches you dangle it over the toilet. all his money, all his goods, gone in an instant if you let go--and you make him get on his knees on that gross, sticky floor and beg for it, before you're satisfied and shove it into his arms with a smirk, encouraging him to get the fuck out of here before he gets expelled for peeping. one of your better escapades, for sure, but you're confident you can top it.

he's a little whore for attention, Eddie Munson. you know that much when you wander out into the woods one day, and just happen to stumble upon the picnic table where he does his deals--and you see his eyes widen and his shoulders tense as he shoots up to his feet, stumbling through his steps as he hurriedly backs away from you. hands outstretched like you're some kinda wild animal. terrified. that's what you like.....that's what really turns you on.

so you keep walking, walking, approaching so close he backs into a tree and you cage him there with your arms, hips just barely brushing his as you ask him what kinda freak conducts all his business in the backwoods--and when something hard and thick starts digging into you, and you look down to see his jeans so tight the zipper's about to burst, while Eddie has his head tilted back and his eyes screwed shut as he undoubtedly braces for you to knee him in the balls.....you giggle. cause the idea that Eddie's rosy cheeks and meek insistence on never speaking up or fighting back against you is because he likes you, well, you hadn't really considered that. but it's fucking adorable, and from that day on when you touch him through his pants and make him cum while clinging to you and whining, his torture gets a lot more intense.

you can humiliate him in many more ways now that this door has opened. grabbing his ass where you know people can see, moaning into his ear about the things you're gonna do to him between classes--and Eddie buckles every time, he gets stiff and grabs your wrist and begs you to touch him, please, he can't try to pass this class if he's this hard! but you shake him off and remind him with a cold glare that he won't get anything if he misbehaves. he learns that little brats get their asses spanked over the picnic table during lunch, so they can't sit right during their dorky little club meetings. and when they're left so stiff and aching they can barely breathe, they get their mouth spit into and their cock flicked painfully before you pull up his pants and walk away.

good boys, though? they get a lot more, and you learn very early on that Eddie loves being a good boy for his mean ol' mistress. a good boy like Eddie gets to have his cock stroked when he hurries out to his van after school, and kisses all over that pretty face, and if he's been really good, he'll get to climb into your lap to take your strap that you store in his backseat for this very purpose. honestly, being mean is kinda the only thing you're good at--but Eddie makes it really hard to bully him like you used to when you've seen him on his knees, begging with those big, sweet eyes for nothing more than a kiss to get him through the day.

so it just changes a little bit. your jeering and shoving him around gets softer, your mockery quieter--people think you're taking it easy on him, but really, you're more brutal than ever when you whisper in his ear that he'd better behave himself, because mistress is having a bad day and she doesn't wanna deal with any brattiness today. cause he knows his ass is gonna suffer if he tests your patience. and most of the time, he does what you say, intimidated more by your sweet tits peeking out your shirt and your hand just barely hovering over his clothed cock than he ever was when you were hitting him with rubber bands.

and it's a win-win, really. cause when Eddie begs his way into being your bitch, he's yours. and you don't take any disrespect as it is, much less for your baby and his closest friends, so anyone who so much as speaks a bad word about him or Hellfire in your presence is gonna get their books thrown in the toilets--and maybe their heads shoved down there, too.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie's angelface #bully!angelface #sub!eddie munson #spicy writing #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #anons

395 notes · View notes

juanarc-thethird · 1 year

Note

I assume Pyrrha is still alive in this au so here’s my two cents.

Things you make me feel au: Pyrrha is getting distracted by Jaune whenever she’s around him. It doesn’t help that something always happens that gets him in these situations either. Like water being dumped on him and showing his abs or him bending over to pick up something or him showcasing his strength.

The Things You Make Me Feel 7

For Pyrrha today was going to be the best day ever. She is going to spend her Saturday with Jaune. They plan to go Downtown and check the new Ice scream place and get new cloth for Jaune. the ones he owns are starting to feel small. Now they first thing they need to do it to get there.

Jaune and Pyrrha are still in their room. Pyrrha is ready to go, wearing black jeans and boots, with a red crop top and a black jacket. Jaune on the other hand, still deciding what to wear. He is right now only wearing some dark blue jeans, with a dark brown belt and some brown boots. In each hand he has a black T-shirt with a small white color penguin on his left chest in it and on the other hand there was a red wine dress shirt with small white dotes all over the shirt. This are the only 2 things that still fit him well.

Jaune: So Pyrrha, what do you think I should wear? The black one or the red one.

Pyrrha: *Sweating* Umm....

Pyrrha was trying her best to control herself from jump him and make him hers . She has being doing a great so far because she has seen his progress all this time. Like taking a little bit of poison, little by little, until you are inmune to it. Unfortunately for her this didn't help her. In the contrary, her lust for her leader was only filling up her cup and at any moment that cup with overflow and she will not know what to do.

Pyrrha: The black one. It make you look slimmer.

Jaune: Black one it is.

He then start to put on his shirt. Pyrrha just stare at him. she stares at his muscle flexing with every movement. The sound around her just disappear and only leaves the drumming sound of her heart. Her breathing got heavier with each second. Jaune was done putting on his shirt and looks at her.

Jaune: *Smiles* Ok, I'm ready.

Pyrrha: What? Oh yes, let's go.

They both left the room and walk all the way to the bullhead port. In the way there Pyrrha was just a couple of step behind him. Why? I think is kind of obvious at this point. But for the people not aware, she is trying to get a look at Jaune's ass while he walks. There is something on the way Jaune walks that makes her feel satisfied.

Jaune: Pyrrha, if you stray behind I will leave you.

Pyrrha: (Damn it, you kind handsome dummy) I'm coming.

She walks beside him, a little disappointed that she is not able to see his behind anymore. At that moment she felt her hand was taken. She looks down and see that Jaune is holding her hand with his.

Jaune: There, that way you will not stay behind.

Pyrrha just blush, maybe walking beside him is not that bad. They finally arrive at the port and they take a seat close to the nearest window. Jaune likes to sit there just in case. He takes his medicine for his mention sickens, but even with that he needs to concentrate to avoid any unexpected accidents. The bullhead takes flight and Jaune tenses up. Pyrrha sees this and lets him lean on her.

Now for some people, this action is only done too low down the tress of the person in question. For Pyrrha in the other hand, she use it to hear his gasps on her ear. Yes, the great invincible girl is a pervert, but only to her leader. That doesn't make it better, but she likes to think it does. The other students around them look at them with jealousy. Some of them wish to be Jaune lean on Pyrrha's shoulder, the other majority wish to be Pyrrha and have Jaune lean on them. Moments later, they finally arrive.

Pyrrha: Jaune we are here.

Jaune: *Stands up* Thank you. Let's go then.

He stretch his hand at her and she takes it. At that moment a lot people got angry of jealousy. But out of all of those people one person is watching them carefully, Mrs Evans.

Back to our favorite couple, they are walking down the street trying to find the Ice scream shop.

Jaune: *Confuse* I don't understand. I swear it was this way.

Pyrrha: *Giggles* Just take your time.

It seems that they got lost

Jaune: Maybe if we go throw the park we can find it? Yeah, let's try that.

He say to himself. They walk throw the park and hear a kid crying.

Pyrrha: I kid is crying, maybe we-

She was interrupted by Jaune leaving to check what is going on. She just smiles at this, Jaune was always ready to help someone in need, one of the reasons why she fall for him. She follows behind and see a kid crying in front of a tree.

Jaune: Hey buddy, what happen.

Kid: My *Sniff* My ballon got stuck on the tree. *Sniff*

Jaune: Don't worry kid, we get it back for you.

He was about to climb the tree until Pyrrha stop him.

Pyrrha: Wait, don't do that. You may damage your cloth.

Jaune: Oh yeah, you are right. In that case I can give you a lift and you get the ballon.

Pyrrha: *surprise* You are gonna lift me up? (Yes!! Jaune is going to carry me!)

Jaune: You want to lift ME up?

Pyrrha: No no no, your plan is great.

Jaune: Ok, just put your feet on my hand and I push you up.

Pyrrha: ok

Jaune got in place and close to the are the ballon is struck. He crouches down a bit and put both hand in front of him for Pyrrha to step on. Once ready, Pyrrha put her fit up and Jaune boost her up. With the movement she was able to fly above Jaune's hand a get the ballon. On the way down, Jaune catch her like a princess.

Kid: That was so cool!!

Jaune: *smiles* Great job, partner.

Pyrrha lost her breath for a moment. His smile, make her skip a beat. She was so close to him, she can feel his strong arms, his chest was so close, and his lips were just inches away. She only needs to get closer and seal the deal. Thats was the idea until she notice Mrs. Evans.

Pyrrha: *Stand on her own* Thank you, Jaune. *To the kid* Here is your ballon.

Kid: Thank you! You and your boyfriend are the best! *Runs away*

Pyrrha: *Blushing* Oh my (Yes we are!!!)

Jaune just laugh at the comment the kid just made.

Now you make ask yourself, why Pyrrha change her mind after seeing Mrs. Evans. Well is simple, this last couple of days that she had training Jaune she was able to notice that some female students where trying to get close to him. So she decided to make sure that it doesn't happen. The first time she notice a girl that was ready to claim him, was at the library. Blake, that pervert, try to get her hand on her Jaune. She was about to stop her until she saw Mrs. Evan incapacitate her. And that was not the last time she saw this. She so it a second time at the gym with Yang.

It seems that Mrs. Evans mission is to protect Jaune. But why? Is she trying to stop any type one indecency in the school or is only for Jaune? Is she protecting Jaune for bad woman? Did some one pay her to do this? So many questions but no answer. After learning that, every time she and Jaune are together she could find her watching. Every opportunity she had to get closer to Jaune she was there. So that was the other reason why they went to this trip, to get closer. But it seems Mrs. Evans is also working outside the school. Why?

She will need to play her cards right if she wants to get closer to Jaune.

Jaune: Ready to go?

Pyrrha: Yeah, let's go.

After a moment, our favorite couple finally found the right direction to the ice scream shop. But in there way there it seems Jaune was having the worst luck. Let me show you.

Case #1:

They were walking down the street but out of nowhere Jaune lost balance and felt down. He land it face first while his ass remain up. His juice tight ass.

Pyrrha just stairs at it like she just found the greatest thing in the world

Pyrrha: (Calm down Pyrrha, don't squeeze it. Mrs evens is around and she may attack you) Jaune are you ok? *Still staring at his ass*

Jaune: Yeah, I'm fine. *Looks at his feet* It seems some one drop a small rubber ball. Maybe a Kid.

Case #2:

They finally arrive at the Ice Scream shop. they order, and where ready to eat it outside the store. Jaune was about to take spoon of Ice scream, but then a person with a trench coat and a fedora bump into his arm and the ice scream feel on the end of his shirt.

Jaune: *Sad* My Ice scream. Well, It cannot go to waist.

He pulls up his shirt and lick the ice scream. Because he lift it his shirt, his hard abs were expose to the world.

Pyrrha: *Looking at his abs* (Oh Gods! I want to lick the sweat out of does abs. Just want to see them up close while I suck- Wait! Is she here?) *Sees Mrs Evans hide behind the corner of the street* (This bitch. Don't she have something better to do!!)

Case #3:

On there way to the clothing store a person from the top of a building, drop a bucket of water out of their window. Jaune was walking and that moment and the water fall on him. His clothes were all wet and his shirt was stick to his skin, showing his well tone. body.

Pyrrha: *Covering her noise bleed* (FUCK! Why is this happening when that crazy woman is around! Does the universe hate me that much!! I just want to take him on one of the alleys and eat him up! FUCK!!!!)

Jaune: It seems that is not my day. Well good thing that we are going to get new clothed. *smiles*Right Pyrrha?

Pyrrha: Right (His so cute when he smiles)

Jaune: Wait, is it possible to use dust to dry me up?

Pyrrha: *Quietly* I can dry you up~ I MEAN!!! Yes it is possible. Let's go on that alley so we can do it without bothering people. (This could be my chance!)

Jaune: Sound good.

They walk to the alley and Pyrrha looks around to see if Mrs. Evans is around.

She looks left, nothing.

She looks right, nothing.

Pyrrha: (Yes! This is my chance!) Ok Jaune, take off your shirt.

Jaune: Ok

Jaune removed his wet shirt in front of Pyrrha. The water had already passed the fiber of the shirt and soaked Jaune's skin. Pyrrha could see how the water and light made Jaune's muscles gleam. She watched intently as a couple of drops slid down his skin, past his pecs all the way to his abs.

Jaune: Pyrrha?

Pyrrha: *Panic* I wasn't staring!

Jaune: *confuse* Huh?

Pyrrha: Sorry, what did you want to tell me?

Jaune: What is the next step. I stay still? Do I raise my arms? What do I do?

Pyrrha: Just stay still and close your eyes.

Jaune: *He closes his eyes* Okay.

Pyrrha looks carefully at Jaune's body and without thinking her one of her hands slowly reached for him. But before she touches him, she stops.

Pyrrha: (Wait!!) *Looks around* (I don't see her. Are we really alone?)

She waits a momento

Pyrrha: (I think we are. In that case...)

Pyrrha returns to the task in front of her and comes up with an idea that is somewhat… indecent~

Pyrrha: Jaune...

Jaune: Yes Pyrrha.

Pyrrha: To make sure how much dust I need to use. I will need to check how wet you are. So I will need to touch you. Is that ok?

Jaune: Sure, you are the expert.

Pyrrha: (YES!!!) Ok, here I come.

Once more slowly he brings his hands towards him, targeting Jaune's pecs. Touching them Jaune lets out a small laugh.

Jaune: *Chuckles*

Pyrrha: What?

Jaune: Your hands are cold

Pyrrha: Sorry.

Jaune: Is fine.

Pyrrha continues, and slides her hands up and down slowly.

Pyrrha: (God! I want to lick them up) Ok Jaune, you're not that wet on the front. Now I'm going to check your back.

Jaune: Ok

Instead of Pyrrha moving behind him to inspect him, she does not move and through a hug begins to check his back.

Pyrrha: *feeling his body* (His body is so delicious~ How I want to take a bite out of those pecs)

Without stopping to move her hands, she begins to press her body against him.

Pyrrha: (So warm~ How I wish this body would warm my bed)

Jaune: *Still with his eyes closes* Um... Pyrrha?

She doesn't listen and keeps groping him and her breathing becomes heavy.

Pyrrha: (How I want to eat him right now!~ My Oum, if it weren't for the fact that we're in an alley, I would have already mounted this stud)

Jaune: (Clueless) Pyrrha, are you okay? You're breathing too hard.

Pyrrha continues without answering, she is disconnected from reality and sinking into lust. Something very dangerous for our dear Knight

Pyrrha: (But what about instead of riding him, I take something different~)

Pyrrha gazes at Jaune's lips intently.

Jaune: *Nervous* Pyrrha...?

Pyrrha: (Did his lips always look so soft?~ I bet his lips taste sweet)

Pyrrha embraces Jaune affectionately and slowly brings her lips closer to his.

Jaune: *Worry* Is everything all right?

Pyrrha: (Just a little closer~)

Pyrrha was inches away from kissing Jaune, but is interrupted by a noise.

Pyrrha: Huh?!

Pyrrha turns around and finds Mrs Evens hiding behind some trash cans.

Mrs Evans: *Staring at Pyrrha without showing any emotion*

Pyrrha: (OH SHIT!! SHE IS HERE!!!!) It's not what it looks like!!!

Jaune: Is somebody there, Pyrrha?

Pyrrha: I-Is Mrs. Evans.

Jaune: *Opens his eyes and smiles* Oh hi Mrs Evans!! Forgive me for how I look. I got wet a moment ago and Pyrrha is helping me dry myself using Dust.

Pyrrha: Yeah! That is!! That's what I was doing! Yes ma'am! I was just helping my partner.

Without saying anything, Pyrrha takes out a bit of Fire Dust and in a second dries Jaune without a problem.

Pyrrha: See!!

Mrs Evan: Hmm... I see. Well, I don't want to take your time, so I'm leaving.

Jaune: *Happy* See you Mrs Evans! *Puts on his shirt*

Mrs Evans: See you later Jaune. Oh, and Pyrrha...

Pyrrha: *Nervous* Y-Yes?

Mrs Evans: Don't be a coward next time.

Pyrrha: *Confuse* EH?!

Mrs Evans disappears down the alley, leaving Jaune and Pyrrha alone. Now that the mood ended thanks of Mrs. Evans. The two headed off to do the last thing they had planned, buy new clothes for Jaune. When they finished, the two got on the Bullhead that was going back to the academy.

Jaune: Thanks for helping me pick out my clothes.

Pyrrha: You're welcome.

Jaune: I also want to thank you for drying me using Dust.

Pyrrha: *Trying to forget the disaster* Yeah sure.

Jaune: To be honest, for a second I thought you would do something indecent to me when you ask me to close my eyes.

Pyrrha: *Worry* Eh?

Jaune: But then I said to myself, it's Pyrrha, she would never do something like that. She is the most polite and kind girl I know. I'd never do something that bad.

Pyrrha crouches down in her seat, covering her face in embarrassment.

Jaune: Pyrrha are you ok?

Pyrrha: Yeah I'm fine. (Forgive me Jaune, I'm not the polite and kind girl that you think I am. I'm sorry!)

Meanwhile:

Mrs Evans: *On the phone* Yeah, she was close, but she chickened out after she saw me.... I understand that she is your favorite, but what can we do? Maybe in the future she will have the courage to go for it..... Well if that doesn't happen, we still have other candidates. *She pulls out her notebook with a list of names* Don't worry, I'll make sure they're worthy for our young master.

#jaune arc #jaune #rwby jaune #rwby jaune arc #pyrrha #pyrrha nikos #rwby pyrrha #rwby pyrrha nikos #rwby #The Things You Make Me Feel AU

154 notes · View notes

sixpennydame · 10 months

Note

My brain is short-circuiting over the smut prompts and all I know is I need to hear Jean say #27 "Do you think you deserve this?" 🥵 I'll leave the details up to your beautiful brain!

Hi Em! How about a little personal trainer!Jean action for ya? ;-)

Let's Get Physical

Jean x fem!reader

C/W: NSFW, minors do not interact, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex

“Come on, just one more rep, I know you got it in you!”

You weren’t sure what to expect when you decided to work with a personal trainer earlier this year, but you were needing something different in your workout routine and Jean had come highly recommended from a friend of yours. “He’s a great coach, really knows his stuff, and to top it all off, he’s fine as hell,” were the exact words she’d used. And she was right.

He was tall and handsome; always opting for grey or black sweat pants or shorts and a simple t-shirt or tank top. But anything would look good on him. His workout shirts were always tight, with his lean muscles showing perfectly through. He was cocky, yes, and competitive, but you could tell that he actually cared about helping people and loved his job. And since working with him, you felt stronger and more confident than you ever had before.

But sometimes..

Sometimes his hand lingered a bit longer on your waist these days, as he corrected your form during squats. And one day, when you were struggling with pull-ups, he held your sides, just under your sports bra, causing your heart to skip a beat (and your hand almost to slip). You're trying to focus on your reps but every time you bend to do a deadlift your eyes move down his body; you’re sure you can see the outline of his cock in those grey sweatpants.

“Keep your back straight,” he corrects, placing his hand on your lower back as your face is directly across from his crotch. When you move back up, you can feel your cheeks burning.

“You ok? Your face is red. Did I push you too hard today?”

“No no, I’m fine.” You take your towel and wipe off your chest. “I can take anything you give me.”

Jean smirks. “Oh yeah?” He moves closer to you, “I love a good challenge.”

The next thing you know, he's pulled you into the staff bathroom and locked the door. He pushes you against the wall and pulls off your sports bra, his mouth eagerly kissing at your neck and collarbone.

"I'm sweaty.." you breathlessly acknowledge.

"I like it," he replies, as he cups your breast with his strong hand and then bends down to suck on your nipple.

You can feel his cock hardening against your leg. His hand moves up your bare leg and settles along the waistband of your gym shorts. "I thank god every time you wear these shorts," he hums in your ear, "they barely cover your ass." His hand slides into your shorts and underwear and your breath hitches when he starts rubbing your clit. "You're already so wet. Wanted me that badly, huh?"

Cocky bastard. But god, it turns you on.

He slides one of his fingers inside you, instantly eliciting a moan from your lips. "Mmm, yes, please Jean - I want you to fuck me."

"You do, huh?" He takes your hand and puts it on his cock. "Do you think you deserve this? Do you deserve my dick inside you?"

You then put you hand inside his pants and begin to stroke him. "Didn't I work so hard for you today?"

He groans as you continue to stroke him. "Take these off," he gestures to your shorts as you shimmy them down and off your legs. The bathroom is small, but there's just enough room for him to bend you over the sink. "I'll give it to you, you dirty girl."

You grab the sides of the sink as he pushes into you; his long dick hitting your g-spot perfectly, as if he'd planned it that way. You moan and he clutches your hips a little tighter. "Yeah, you like that, don't you.." he brags, but when you look up and in the mirror and see his eyes closed, biting his bottom lip, you know...

..he is loving this just as much as you are.

His thrusts become harder and you feel his hand on your back, moving toward your neck. "Jean.." you moan, which seems to excite him as his pace quickens even more.

"Fuck...fuck..." the small room vibrates with Jean's curses and the sound of his hips slamming into your ass. He's relentless and doesn't stop until both of you are sweating and panting and completely spent.

Best workout you've ever had.

--\\--

Join my taglist

@notsaelty @mrsackermannx @youre-ackermine @leviismybby @kokosmiles @littlerequiem @searriously

#jean kirstein #jean x reader #jean kirschtien #jean smut #n.sfw #Smut Scribbles #sailor's secret bookshelf #jean kirstein smut

113 notes · View notes

billthedrake · 1 year

Text

MORE PLAYOFF CUNT

(Again, this is another man-with-vagina story.)

Jack Baylor had his game face on, but deep down the NFL coach was scared shitless.

He'd lectured his players, all right. About believing in yourself. About not even thinking that losing was a possibility. And it had been one hell of a run for the season. That's why he'd made the bet. That's why he was in this hotel room after the big playoff game that would haunt him for the whole offseason. The mistakes that he and the made. What could have been.

Jack looked in the bathroom mirror, a towel wrapped a body just on the cusp of middle age, a fitter, much fitter version of a suburban dad body. 210 pounds of ex-quarterback muscle, all furred up now. Trevor Kellman had given him strict instructions. He wanted Coach clearly showered and ready for him. Jack grimaced and looked into the waste bin where he'd tossed the disposable enema. Jack had to read on the internet how to prepare to lose one's ass cherry. He almost balked but he wasn't gonna be the man in the league who welched on a bet.

The knock broke his train of thought. Coach Baylor sauntered over to the door. OK, he might be nervous but his stomach did a few butterflies when he saw the 6'5" hunk standing there, in his post-game casual clothes.

"Hey Coach," Trevor growled in a sexy leer. "Looking great, man."

To hear this rack of muscle praise his body was an ego boost for sure. Jack led Travor inside and even clothed the hunk was incredible. Jack told himself for years he only went for women. Then he told himself he only went for leaner men than himself. But seeing the tight end standing feet from him, he had to admit that, yeah, the big boys did something for him. Jack Baylor's 6-and-a-half-incher chubbed up beneath the towel, almost involuntarily.

Trevor stepped up and wrapped his pro-bowler hands around the older stud's waist, drawing Jack toward him. The kiss was soft and skilled, and Coach Baylor melted into it. They made out in that hotel room and somewhere along the way that towel dropped to the floor. Jack was naked and now being pawed openly by the horny tight end.

"Damn, Coach," Trevor hissed as he moved his hands from Jack's ass up to feel up the furry front. "I've wanted to get with you for like five years now."

"Yeah?" Jack grunted excitedly. If there was any dude to give his virginity to, he couldn't do better than Trevor, he decided.

"Fuck yeah," the jock hissed. He wasn't that much younger than Baylor and was already getting the older looks of a 30-something pro player. He stepped back and reached into his back jeans pocket.

Jack gasped when he saw a shiny pair of handcuffs in Trevor's big hand. This was part of the bet, too, the restraints, but seeing them made it feel reel. And Jack half hoped Trevor had forgotten about that part.

He hadn't. "One of the stadium cops lent me these..." he said. "Aren't they a beaut?"

"Just go easy on me, man," Coach Baylor pleaded.

"As easy as you'd have gone on me," Trevor winked and then leaned into give Coach a reassuring kiss. Finally he slapped that meaty coach ass. "All right... on the bed... I'm fucking horny."

It took some guts, Jack decided, but he was going to go through with this. Maybe he'd enjoy it. Maybe.

The metal felt a little cool on his left wrist, then his right. His hard on had flagged but hadn't gone away entirely. Maybe Jack was into this shit, at least more than he realized. Trevor Kellman might just show him some new tricks.

It was torture being cuffed and having to watch Trevor's slow strip tease. The T-shirt come off, showing off that bulky, ripped muscle. Two-hundred fifty fucking pounds of NFL brawn. Jack's dick jerked hard once more.

"You like being cuffed, huh, Coach?" Trevor grinned, flashing a killer smile and those baby blue eyes that seemed a contrast to his powerhouse build and gridiron toughness. The five o'clock stubble just made it just that much hotter.

Jack jerked on the bed, and his hardon twitched. Goddamn, the punk was right. The 39-year-old got into this shit. He was scared as hell Kellman wouldn't go easy on him, but his dick fed off that fear. Coach was used to calling the shots, but the tight end would be running the plays on this one.

Already Trevor was peeling off his jeans and folding them neatly on the desk chair, in a surprisingly fussy move. The tight end was all brawn, and his bulk was covered in lush, downy brown body hair that seemed to get thicker on his ass. Kellman had on just a jockstrap now, and the white straps showed off that meaty furry ass perfectly.

The jock took another second to eye up coach, adding to the cuffed man's sexual torture. Jack was SO horny right now. He looked at Trevor, eyes feasting on the site then...

FUCK! Trevor reached in the jock pouch and pulled out a plastic protector cup, setting it on the desk gently before peeling down the underwear.

Those pubes were thick and bushy and a shade darker than the rest of Trevor's fur, but there wasn't a cock there. Or a set of meaty balls. Even through the heavy pubic hair, Coach Baylor could make out a throbbing, oversized clit and some well formed cunt lips.

Unless Kellman brought a strap on, Baylor wasn’t gonna lose his cherry tonight.

"What the fuck?!" he gulped.

Trevor didn't let Coach react too much. Already he was climbing on that bed, giving the older man's naked body soft kisses as he made his way up. "Come on, Coach, I got a hungry pussy. And a bet's a bet."

The lips that met his were not a chick, but a full-blooded athletic man's. Gone was the soft approach. Trevor was raping Jack Baylor's mouth with his meaty tongue while 250 pounds of NFL brawn pinned down the married man to the bed.

It was combination that drove Jack wild. He twisted and bucked as best he could between the player, the mild freak out just adding to his lust somehow.

Trevor hit Jack's round pec muscle. Not overly hard, but not soft in his punch either. "Fuck, Coach. You hot fucker... Gonna take care of my pussy tonight, Coach... huh?" Already his prize, ball-catching hand gripped Jack's boner roughly. "Gonna make love to my hot, wet NFL snatch?"

Jack choked on the words that wouldn't form and nodded. Apparently that was enough for Trevor, who leaned up, showing off that ripped, big body, and as he spread he legs to straddle Coach Baylor, those meaty folds were clearly visible... hairy mounds spreading to show off a creamy pink interior. Jack had never encountered a man vagina before. It was like a woman's only somehow, bigger, nastier.

Kellman kept scooting up, toward the headboard, and Jack got a closer view, and a good dose of that masculine pussy scent. His cock jerked and for a second he forgot he was handcuffed, until he tried to move his hands to touch Trevor... his legs or any part of him.

Instead, the tight end lined his cunt up right above Coach's face, ever so slowly descending. This was SO nasty and fucked up, but Jack didn't remember ever being so turned on.

"Sam says you're a grade-A pussy eater," Trevor growled.

Figured guys in the league would talk, Jack thought. And he had to credit his own defensive end for getting him into ass eating. But as those furry mounds brushed his chin and lips, Coach realized it had come full circle... from women to fucking jocks... to whatever the fuck he was about to do.

"Oh my fucking GOD!" Kellman cried. The second he'd felt Coach Baylor's tongue stick out and lick his outer lips, he bore down on the man's face.

Jack writhed, helpless as he had the air cut off. He was smothered entirely by a man 40 pounds bigger than him, sitting on his face. The coach jerked against the constraints for a minute, then felt a strange serenity wash over him. He began licking. If he was gonna suffocate, this would be the way to go...

Thankfully, Trevor pulled up. Not a lot, but it allowed Jack to take a breath of three. The tonguing quickly returned. The tight end let coach work his way from the cunt lips to the more sensitive interior and then right into his open jock hole.

"Eat me out, you fucker," he hissed. Not bearing back down on the man's face. Five seconds on, five seconds off, almost a perfect rhtyhm of breath control for Jack Baylor.

Coach's dick throbbed and now leaked a steady milky stream of sap. For him, munching cunt was mostly foreplay. But he'd never munched Trevor Kellman's cunt before.

The jock was now swiveling his hips to guide his clit right against Coach's tongue.

"You like having a nympho ride you, Coach? I swear you're about as hungry as Coach Jones was, back in college... Dude couldn't get enough of my snatch."

Jack only grunted his excitement into Trevor's muff.

"And fuck," Kellman gasped as he felt his pleasure rise. Maybe the five seconds down had become closer to ten at a go as he lost control. "Coach J knew how to get me off ten, twelve times a night... you gonna do that Baylor?"

The words and the shortness of breath were making Coach Baylor go wild. He suckled at that meaty clit and felt Kellman buck wild, slamming Jack's head hard into the pillow.

"AW SHIT!" Trevor gasped as his whole body went into an orgasm. That pussy clenched against Coach's face, and Jack felt the creamy wetness spurt against his chin drip down his shaved-stubble.

Rough Trevor was replaced with gentle Trevor as he reached down and massaged Jack's thick hair playfully. "Fuckin' A, Coach... Sam wasn't lying, man." He's shifted his angle enough that his entrance was now closer to Jack's mouth, and he felt the hungry man lap at his now blossomed cunt eagerly.

"Yeah, Coach.... fucking lick my pussy, get up in there." He bore down on that mouth again, more gently this time. "We're a long fucking way from being done."

Jack Baylor's tool spurted on his own hairy belly, but he was helpless to do anything about it.

***

Kellman wasn't lying. It was 5 AM when the tight end finally let up. His cunt was dripping wet from Coach Baylor's spit and his own pussy juices. The stickiness formed a thin thread to Jack's lips that finally broke as the tight end scooted back. His whole body was covered in a sheen of athletic sweat and a look of pure fucked out satisfaction was on his face. "Best bet I ever won," Trevor beamed.

The bottom half of Jack's face was slobbery wet and his jack was sore as hell. His wrists cramped from the handcuffs. and his hands were losing circulation. But it was fucking worth it.

Even the blue balls were worth it. The sexual overstimulation had gone to the painful stage and back to something else entirely. Another, higher sexual zone. His own belly was covered in a river of precum slime, added to some dried out leaking from earlier in the evening. Jack Baylor had never been a man to edge, but now he knew he was gonna experiment with that from now on. A lot.

Kellman looked down, satisfied with the look of the coach's fit body. Jack's cock jerked at the pro-jock's tough. "Fuck you're wet, Coach," he observed. And with an act of mercy he scooted himself back.

"OH!" Jack hissed, taken by surprise. After hours of serving Kellman, this man's cunt felt, well, fantastic.

Trevor grinned as he watched the older man's reaction. "Not gonna leave you high and dry, Coach," he said, now bucking back and forth on that thick bone.

It took maybe eight strokes. That was it.

"OH FUCK!!!" Jack cried, tossing his head back and jerking against the handcuffs as he entered a crazy-deep orgasm.

The ejaculation kept coming, too, with spurt after spurt of coach seed filling up Trevor's nympho cunt.

The pleasure gave way to overstimulation, then Jack started laughing in a bodily reaction to the discomfort. Somehow that made Trevor laugh, too.

"All right, Coach, I'll give you a break," he chuckled. Finally pulling off that throbbing dick and scooting forward. "But first a little clean up duty."

Jack Baylor said only one word. "Please." That was before he was presented with Trevor Kellman's beautiful, spermed-up snatch. And once again, Coach snaked his tongue forward to make contact.

#drakestories

131 notes · View notes