#and does a bj kinda movement

[swirlsncurlsnmanyturns]

this is kinda silly but it's always so shocking to me when actors are like the polar opposites of their characters because they act SO well it's hard to believe this isn't what they are irl

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Oral Fixation: 6 Ladies Share Their Best Oral Sex Tips & Tricks

Oral Fixation: 6 Ladies Share Their Best Oral Sex Tips & Tricks

Ladies offer an easy to follow BJ guide as they share their best blowjob tips and tricks for giving their guys hotter oral sex.

Sheriden Chanel

Nov. 10, 2017 06:40PM EST

There's power in knowing how to properly blow. I might be on my knees, looking up at him, locking eyes as my mouth forms a perfect “o", but my act of submission is anything but. I am absolutely in control. His lips are parted, brows furrowed, eyes rolled back, as he creeps to that orgasm he loves for me to taunt him with. There's my power. He's so wrapped around my finger, just like my lips and tongue are wrapped around him.

Tapping into that power has fueled my desires to learn more. Don't get me wrong, we should always care about meeting our partner's needs, but who says we can't seek knowledge for our own pleasure-seeking enjoyment too? I spoke to some ladies about their most coveted and revered blowjob tips and tricks. Below are some of the pearls their wisdom left me with. Pun intended.

The Better the Build Up, The Better the Climax

“I like to build things up when I am performing oral. I start with the tip and suck on it a little. Then I might tap his wet tip against my breast a few times. Then I'll lick him from base to tip over and over. The shaft needs love too! (laughs) And he loves it. Then I'll take him in. The important thing is to not give it all up to him at once." – Nadia

Look Ma, No Hands

“My man is pretty… endowed (laughs) so he is much more than a mouthful. I used to think hands weren't needed during blowjob because it was a blowjob not a handjob, but it's actually really helpful in giving my mouth a break and helping vary my movements. I use my mouth and hand together. I firmly hold it around his base and use plenty of spit while I slick him up. I also move my hand up and down him in a twisting motion while I suck on the tip. You should feel the way he tenses up when I do that. Look at the flick of the, flick of the wrist (laughs)!" – Val

Gag-Worthy

“Choking is fun, choking is sexy. I use my gag reflex to help make things sloppier when I'm giving him head. I gather that spit in my mouth and spit it on him and give him a little hand job to give my mouth a break. I think my preferred version is when he throat f***s me and makes me gag that way. I love the way my eyes tear up and my makeup smears. Bonus points if he gathers my spit with his hand to lube up his dick for me. TMI as hell (laughs), but it's a turn on for both of us." – Toya

Provide Lip Service to Other Areas

“Switch things up man. You can't do in and out the whole time. Take a break from the D and explore other parts of him. Tell him you want to watch how he does it (masturbate) while you take his balls into your mouth one at a time. I lick on them, at the skin in between each of them, I write his name (laughs). I go a little lower and kiss his inner thighs. That sharp inhale he does is what I live for, I swear!" – Brittany

In Too Deep

“I had to train myself girl, no lie, I had to train myself. I know some women who use throat spray to numb their throats so they can deep throat without any problems, but for me, I just used practice. Tips? Relax your throat and push down until you feel that gagging sensation. Moan so that you loosen up those muscles even more. Breathe through your nostrils and don't eat anything heavy beforehand, you don't need no problems! If he feels the back of your throat, he'll be happy (laughs) so don't feel pressured to take the whole 9, literally (laughs)." – KC

What's Your Flavor?

“Sometimes the fact that it's just flesh makes oral kinda bland to me. Like for men, they can enjoy themselves with our taste, you know? But we're just kinda enjoying our spit (laughs). I've had guys who have had really present pre-cum which made things interesting, but for the most part, I've found, it can taste a little unexciting down there. I think guys can feel when you're passionate and I'm most passionate when I'm loving it too so I like to use flavored lubricant or other edibles. Wrap it up afterwards though of course, we don't need no yeasty problems ladies!" – April

Run Him Dry

“When you feel like he's about to come, you have to suck the life force out of his body with your mouth. (laughs) I can't say it any other way. When he says 'I'm about to come', up the rhythm of your mouth and hand with each stroke. Be prepared for him to grind against you and meet your strokes and push through it. You can decide on if you spit or swallow. I prefer to swallow, but if you must spit, I say just have him come somewhere else. I know we're talking about a provocative subject matter, but that option just seems much more tasteful to me, don't you think?" – Brittany

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[friedchickenluver]

eye contact (f. zuko x reader)

wc: 0.5k

warnings: mushy?? (kinda), mentions of rough sex, mentions of messy bjs, mentions of breeding lol, not rly proofread

if there’s anything zuko really hates in this world, it’s ingenuity by far. it doesn’t matter if the conditions are having an important conversation with political officials, or just having a normal small talk with people in general. it irks him when he can’t trust what is coming out your mouth, or what you could be implying. actions and words should both be passed off with care, for it could rub the latter in the wrong way.

that’s honestly why he values eye contact with you so damn much. because when you two are alone and can finally indulge yourselves in each other, he absolutely loves it when you say “i love you” with a serious, unmovable, stare. those eyes of yours speak volumes at how much you truly crave him, want him, need him.

and he adores it whenever he can just lose all concentration on whatever, and gaze back into those gorgeous hues in your eyes. studying every small detail of what or could lie behind them.

he didn’t care if it was you just coyly watching him across the grand dinner table in the dining room. or if you were just looking back at him whilst the two of you talked. maybe even the way that they would sparkle flatteringly when he would throw all types of flirtations your way.

he cares about every single thing you do to him, because you’re that important to him. he’ll stare back at you with equal, if not more passion than what you’re giving him. it feels so real to him, the inherent connection that you two apparently have.

eye contact, when it’s you, could easily persuade him to do or feel anything for you. if you wanted him to fuck you goodnight, look at him through your lashes. slow down your movements and touch him, anywhere. run your hands across his chest and down his torso. show him that you really want him in the heat of the moment.

if you had his dick so deeply inside the heat of your throat, pulling out just to have him finish in hot strings over the beauty of your face. times even when you’re left a mess due to him, a crying, whining, drooling pitiful mess. he will always find a way to gawk at the beautiful sight of you before him, and he very much enjoyed it when you two would get like this.

but his ultimate favorite has to be when he’s fucking you so intensely, and the both of you are nearing your orgasms. your head turns away from his gaze above or below, so he brings a gentle, reassuring hand to correct your vision to focus on him when he comes in the midst of your guts.

and you fucking love it just as much as he does. a fire burns behind his lust-ridden eyes, even when blinded by desire he wants to know what you two share is real.

so let him know by returning his favor of looking into his eyes. no matter what, he cherishes every glance or glare he gets from you because your eyes wholeheartedly make him fall in love with you more and more each time.

[cognitosclowns]

may i request hcs on andre, reagan and JR giving their partner a bj? those three are just so <333

YYYEEEAAHH <33 you know I love writing oral smdnsmd <333 and I haven't written for these three in a hot minute so this was super fun!!

NSFT!! Minors go away I have a broom and I'm not afraid to use it

Reagan

She's merciless good luck <3

MSNDMSD SERIOUSLY SHE IS SO,,, the only word I can think of is 'dedicated'

Like you can clearly see that she's thinking through every movement, every swirl of her tongue, every application of pressure.

That isn't to say it's robotic - there's plenty of improvisation, but much like everything she does it's extremely intense + she uses her knowledge to her utmost advantage.

It's really her way of giving head, yk? like it's so uniquely her, there's no other way of describing it. Absolutely ruins head from anybody else.

Looking Reagan in the eyes while she gives you head is how she steals souls

SERIOUSLY her eyes are so,, intensely amber. Especially in a dark bedroom, seeing those two sharp eyes boring a hole into your skull?? With the same expression she gets when she's in her element, working in the lab?? <333333

NEEDLESS TO SAY,, very hard to keep it up but BOY is it fun to lock eyes with her <333

She's efficient, but that doesn't mean she won't drag it out a little bit - if she can feel you twitching, she might pull back to just stroke. Maybe some quiet banter <33

OH and you KNOW you're gonna get a lil post-orgasm torture. Those firm strokes of her tongue feel like the horniest sandpaper in the world, SNDSMND very conflicting sensations

Sometimes it's nice to see if she can get you to pop back-to-back, yk? <3333 even geniuses need an ego boost every once in a while.

Andre

OH the absolute messiest head of your life babey <333

If you. don't like the look of saliva and mess. maybe keep your eyes on the ceiling. Also keep a handcloth around you'll want to wipe off after MNSDMSD

Is it kinda gross and messy?? Yea absolutely

Is it also the best head of your fucking life?? YEA ABSOLUTELY MSNDMSD

It's a careful balance but it works especially well since,, you usually aren't able to keep your eyes open-

He has been to,, so many orgies,, he has sucked so many dicks of varying sizes and shapes. He probably knows your dick better than you do, and he's gonna use that to his FULL advantage <3

Doesn't matter how hard you try to keep your eyes open, he'll always find a way to swirl his tongue just right and WHOOPS your eyes are rolled far enough back to start seeing shrimp colors smdnsd.

The little glimpses you DO get are super nice though <33

You can tell he genuinely enjoys it. Like there's no way he's not gonna be,, giggling right at the back of his throat each time you buck into his mouth. Giving head is just such a fun thing for him.

JR

Sucking dick composes the base of his Maslow Hierarchy of Needs MSNDSMD

At a certain point you will begin to wonder. How much of him asking to suck your dick is him wanting to make you feel good, and how much of it is him just Desperately Needing To Suck Some Dick

(... like,, 60/40? I won't specify in who's favor MSNDMSD)

It really does feel like he's trying to hoover the cum right outta your balls?

Lots of focus on the tip, swirling + sucking with little wobbles of his head. Every time a bit of precum starts leaking out, he starts straight up keening.

A bunch of little 'mm-hm?' when he feels your balls tense up. When you're close, he's gonna take you all the way to the back of his throat <3

he just,, loves the overwhelming choking feeling when you cum down his throat <33 He can feel it gulp down his esophagus and that feeling of hot cum settling in his stomach goes straight to his dick. 10/10 it's like drinking warm milk before bed MSNDSMD

<3333 PENISES <333 DICKS AND BALLS <33 MWA MWA MWA TYSM FOR THIS ASK!!! let me know if you had smth else in mind, and as always feel free to add more ideas!! <333

[minjiwritesstuff]

WEi Kinks

Daehyeon

even though he doesn’t really want to admit it, daehyeon has a daddy kink. he likes to have control and will absolutely die when you call him daddy

i just said that daehyeon likes having control, and that shows with his choking kink. he likes to control your breathing. he sometimes would be rougher but would always be respectful and if you don’t like it he wouldn’t do it again

shower sex. he loves to take you while he can feel the steaming hot water on his back. he also loves that the steam embraces you both while he has you resting your back on the wall as he trusts in and out of you

oral. dae loves eating you out more than he loves you giving him head tbh. now ofc he won’t say no to a good bj, but he prefers to show you that his tongue isn’t only made for rapping

likes when you ride him but he will always guide your movements so that he can the control

marking. both giving and receiving. will absolutely be proud of the love bites he leaves you, but also loves when you leave hickeys and scratches on his body and honestly won’t even try to hide them. he’s be embarrassed when the boys (donghan) bring it up but would be proud deep down

would also like to fuck his cum back inside you

pregnancy kink

Donghan

donghan isn’t always nice, and he likes to tease. and he’d like to tease you by denying your orgasms

spanking

he’d be a big fan of seeing his dick as he fucks you, he’d think it’s so hot

not a kink, but donghan can last all night

daddy kink, ofc

yet again, not a kink, but if you two get caught, he’ll be extra cocky about it. he wouldn’t feel an once of shame or embarrassment and instead would make the person that caught you embarrassed

kinda wanna get caught tbh, just so that he can be cocky about it

Yongha

hair pulling. both giving and receiving but he has a weak spot for receiving

he loves to bite you. biting is always a thing in bed. even though he loves to bite you, if you bite him he definitely will enjoy

marking, both receiving and giving. if you mark him with your nails on his back he will absolutely love it. absolute lover of bite marks, especially when he gives them to you but he enjoys you giving them to him too

will enjoy tying you up on the bed from time to time (yk those ribbons from all or nothing…)

not much of a kink, but pls, PLS praise him. he absolutely love to know how good he makes you feel

yongha can also be a little bitch sometimes so he may deny your orgasm once, but really not more than that if he ever does it

goes for more than one round. pls, he has the energy to go all night

pregnancy kink. just the thought of maybe getting you pregnant excites him a lot

also not really a kink but yongha would be a big fan of cock warming

choking kink pls he LOVES it

lives to please you

i also wanna mention that he wouldn’t be able to hold back any moans and would be VERY vocal and loud

over all he’s just a horny boy

(and i need to stop because the list could go on and on)

Yohan

thigh riding. i mean, have you SEEN THEM. they’re so big and he loves to remind you that they’re made so that you can sit on them/ride them

loves getting head. he’s always up for a good blowjob, especially if he had a stressful day. he’ll just sit back and watch you do your thing, sometimes guiding your head

he’s a huge fan of shower sex. he’d sometimes invite himself in the shower and say it’s to save water, which in the beginning is true! but he never can resist you and ends up wasting more water than saving it.

he likes having control

might make use of toys sometimes too, just to make you more sensible

light public sex, most likely already fucked you in a pool or in the kitchen before

Seokhwa

seokhwa is a baby but he can be the hell of a man, and i don’t think he has many kinks BUT

pretty much like yohan, he would always enjoy a nice blowjob

that’s not a kink but i wanna mention that he would be really vocal, he can’t control his moans very well

he loves being praised, that gives him more strength and confidence

one kink seokhwa has tho is biting. he would love to bite your neck and your shoulders

he also probably would mark your thighs

let’s be real though, he would be the king of aftercare

Junseo

i feel like junseo is a little bitch

he adores tying you up on the bed

he honestly wouldn’t only stick to the bedroom. he’s big on public sex. for example, the couch, shower, kitchen counter, a pool, fitting rooms, his hyung’s bed 🤭

also goes for several round

he would love to praise you. let’s you know how good you feel around him or how well you take him

absolutely loves fingering. have you seen his fingers?

lowkey (high key) wants to get caught but also probably would be shy and embarrassed if it happened

foreplay. he never skips it. N E V E R

[slashmebois]

Overstimulation

“Mmmmmay I request slasher boys (I really really want HoW boys, but you can add anyone!) getting a bj from their s/o who just keeps sucking them even after they've already came? They just overstimulate them!”

 Gonna make these short-ish because I’m unfortunately very busy currently but I hope these are to your liking!!

 Bo

It’s late at night and Bo isn’t home yet, you bite your nails and stare at the clock, concerned about how late dinner will be. He finally walks in, breaking your thoughts.

“You took your sweet time” there’s an edge to your voice that you fail to hide, a result of your imagination taking you to dark places and reasons for why he wouldn’t be home yet.

He sighs throwing his arms in the air, “What? A man can’t get home a little late. D’you see the fuckers that came into town today? That guy was built like a fuckin’ truck”

You try to let it go but you’re kinda mad, “well, I didn’t know whether to cook or not so we don’t have any dinner.” You state it matter of fact, trying not to glare holes in him.

He stares at you, before barking out a harsh laugh, “What the fuck is this? You gotta problem with me?” he starts taking large steps towards you and stops barely an inch from your face, bending his neck to get right in your face.

You see the furious look in his eyes, but decide stupidly to push past the fear, “I’m just saying. I can’t start dinner if I don’t know when the fuck you’ll be home. Next time give me a head up, or is that too fucking much to ask asshole”

Well now you’ve done it. There’s a tense moment before his hand whips up to grab your face, smooshing it in his wide hands.

“Okay sweetheart I’ll give you your fucking dinner. Hell, should shut that preeetty mouth of yours up”, you can feel your blood running like ice through your veins.

He leans in close to breathe down your ear, “Get on your fucking knees and beg for it before I decide on a worse punishment”

You don’t need asking twice, having been on the receiving ends of those ‘worse’ punishments. You clatter down and look up at him, unbuttoning his jeans, “please daddy, please can you fill my mouth up with your cock”

He grins like a shark, “That’s a good start. Make it good and I won’t take this further”

You pull out his cock and rub your hands over it, giving him kitten licks on his tip.

“Fuck I love how your hands look wrapped round my cock. They can’t even reach all the way round huh?”

You open your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out, waiting for him to take charge- you know he likes to take charge.

“That’s a good little slut” he purrs before slowly inching his cock all the way into your mouth, making a guttural sound as his balls reach your face and you reach you tongue out to lick at them.

The kitchen tiles are cold against your knees, but you barely notice, your focus directly on the panting man in front of you. The sounds of Bo’s loud groans fill the room alongside the lewd noises your mouth and tongue make as you slide them along his shaft.

“Fuck, god. That…uhhh…that feels so good doll. Don’t stop”

His hand is gripped tight in your hair, making you wince as he tries to stop himself taking control. All he really wants to do is fuck your throat raw but he knows better than to draw your ire. The last time you had held out on sex for a month, leaving him with only his hand as solace.

You’re taking long deep mouthfuls of his cock, hollowing out your cheeks and lavishing your tongue around the girth of it as his head hits the back of your throat, before pulling back and teasing his weeping tip with languish flicks of your tongue.

“Fuu…fuck. I’m gonna fucking cum soon. Tell me what you want baby. Hmm? You want daddy’s cum down your throat”

You smile sweetly up at him, hoping he’ll leave the punishment at this “please daddy, please give me your delicious cum. I want to taste it, I want it inside me” you savour how his eyes roll back before his grip on your head forces his cock back down your throat.

You can feel how his dick makes your throat bulge out, and his thrusts become more and more erratic. Just when you think you’re about to pass out from the lack of oxygen you feel the telltale twitches.

“You fucking want it so bad you little cumslut. Ungggghhh, take it”

His hot seed spills out into the back of your throat, coating it. There’s a lull as Bo comes down from his high, his breathing slowing and the glaze in his eyes lifting.

It’s then that a wicked thought hits you, your mind only slightly focused on revenge. You swallow his cum with his cock still in your mouth causing him to yelp. Then you start to run your tongue along the veins on his cock, causing him to yelp, “Fuck. Ahh-ah, that feels too good”

You ignore his pleas, figuring he’ll rip your head off his length if it’s really too much for him.

You suck on his throbbing red tip, as he judders his hips against you- unsure if he wants more or less. You keep bobbing your head along until he’s a mess of expletives and tears barely able to form sentences. His hands can’t seem to decide where they want to be until finally they manage to pull you off him.

Panting he gives you a dark look, “I’d suggest you start running before I catch my breath again”.

 Vincent

You had been messing around painting together, dabbing small fingerprints on the corner of Vincent’s easel when he wasn’t looking. Before long he had noticed the giggles coming from you each time he turned away and was onto your game- waiting for you to be distracted yourself before tackling you to the ground. From there it had turned into some light wrestling as you tried and failed to overpower him, being easily trapped again each time. It was easy to forget how strong he was…and it was amazing how turned on that made you.

“Vinnyyyy, let go. I didn’t do anything”

His mask-less face pulls into a lopsided jovial smile and he shakes his head at you knowingly, his eyes darting from your own eyes, down your body and back.

You try to squirm from under him, figuring if strength wasn’t on your side then maybe you could use your smaller size to your advantage. You quickly stop as you hear a groan from Vinny and feel his growing excitement against your stomach. You gasp and still, looking him straight in the eyes, a staring test ensuing. You’re the first to look away, his eyes blazing into your own- all hints of jesting gone from his features. You can feel the blush heating your face and pray he doesn’t notice. But he does.

Moving his grip on one of your arms to your hair he pulls you to his mouth, kissing you deeply and grunting into your mouth as he ruts against your stomach. You knew that if you didn’t act quickly you would skip the foreplay entirely in favour of getting pounded into the ground by him. Reaching your hand down you easily find his cock and rub your hand over it through his clothing, causing him to groan into your mouth again.

You pull away for air, determined to do the thing you haven’t found the chance to do with him yet, “Let me taste you Vinny” you whisper in his ear and you feel him shudder against you in anticipation, his hand coming up to grip your throat lightly as he turns to kiss you again.

He stands and pulls you up by the neck to your knees, you salivate at the thought of his cock fucking your sweet mouth. Quickly you help to strip down his dungarees and gasp as his cock springs free, the tip engorged and oozing precum. He stops, unsure of himself in this moment and you gladly take charge, leaning forward to lick a line from his balls to the head of his cock, he makes an appreciative noise and throws his head back.

His hand moves from your throat across to your cheek stroking it gently, as you take him in whole, slowly inching your way down him until his cock is filling your whole throat. You repeat the movement a few times earning you a plethora of sounds from the large man, before you speed up your movements, circling your tongue around him and using your hands to work the areas your mouth struggles to reach.

He finally looks down at you, panting and signs as best he can ‘your mouth is killing me’, you grin around his cock and wickedly take the tip only sucking hard as he yelps and grabs at your hair, making your scalpel scream in pain. An idea strikes you and you pull off his cock, leaving him slightly confused before you stand and pull him to the table, draping yourself backwards across it and opening your mouth wide to waggle your tongue at him.

His eyes widen, and he swallows, licking his lip before stepping forward and guiding his cock to your waiting mouth. He starts slowly but quickly gains momentum as he’s spurred on by the bulge his length makes in your throat.

Growling he signs sloppily ‘where do you want it’ and you realise he’s close. You sign back ‘shower me’ and he feels his soul ascend as he pulls out and paints your face and swollen lips with his cum.

He has to grip the table for support, trying to regain his senses after witnessing what he thinks may be his finest piece of art yet. You inch your way over to his semi-hard cock and guide it back into your mouth, causing him to moan and huff, his hand grasping at your throat again. He’s never experienced this before and bucks forward, the pleasure too much to handle.

‘your mouth. Too much. Fuck.’

You giggle and release him from the purgatory of overstimulation.

He sighs in relief and reaches up to wipe a thumb across your mouth, before rubbing the cum onto your tongue.

‘I think I found my new favourite activity baby’

 Lester

It had been a nice day so Lester had offered to take you on a ride through the country. Something about the way the sunlight reflected off your pretty features had him gulping and shifting in an attempt to hide his growing arousal. Being you though, you had noticed and cocked an eyebrow at him.

“What you looking at, gorgeous?”

“You, Lester”

His breathing hitches, “now why would you wanna do that. I’m nothing much to look at” he replies, those confusing feelings he gets around you swelling up like a wave.

You reach your hand towards his leg, running it from his knee up towards his groin. He nearly swerves in his efforts to stop the car, but once he’s flicked the engine off he’s scrambling to pull you to him. You meet in a clash of lips, tongue, and teeth. He keeps you there, stealing your breath like a drowning man, only pulling away once your lips are thoroughly swollen

He looks you dead in the eye, “This ain’t a dream right?”

You can’t help but giggle before you shake your head no, “I’ll prove it to you”

Your hands unbutton his trousers and you shove them down with a little help from his lifted hips.

He’s already hard as a rock, and you take a moment to feel all of him as you whisper in his ear, “your cock makes me so hungry Lester, can I taste it? Please Les?”

“Ohh god, please yes” he’s distinctly aware of the painful erection that he’s convinced only you can mend.

You kiss him hard again before trailing kisses across his collarbone and then down his chest, to his navel and finally to his leaking member. You kiss it the same way you’ve dreamed of kissing his mouth- slow, sensually and with your tongue. His whimpers reach your ears, and you glance upward to find that adorably he has his hand covering his face. You take that hands and bring it to your mouth, sucking on his fingers slowly. He makes little gasps as you do.

“Watch me baby, watch me Les”

He nods, unable to do anything else at this point. You lower yourself again but this time you take more of him into your mouth and suck hard, moving your mouth further and further onto him with each bob of your head.

When you reach his balls you swallow around his member and he cries out, “Fuu…oh my god. Y/N please, I need…oh my god”

You set a fast pace, using your hands to stimulate his balls. The forest is filled with the sounds of Lester and you are living for it, his own pleasure fuelling the slickness between your legs. You make do with rubbing your legs together for now. Lester must have noticed though, he reaches his hand under you to grasp at your chest. Your moan vibrates his cock and he sucks through his teeth. He rubs your nipple between his fingers, working it to a peak and flicking at it.

You can barely believe you’re finally doing the thing that has fuelled your solo sessions. You try to show it in your actions, trying to show Lester how much you worship him and his cock. You push yourself to your limits, allowing his large size to stretch your throat- gagging around him before coming up to suck greedy breaths of air into your deprived lungs.

With the pace you set it isn’t long before Lester’s breath turns ragged and he bucks up into your mouth, the only warning before his seed spills into your warm and wet maw. You’d be mad at the lack of warning but hell, it might be his first time.

“Fuck. Where the fuck they teach you how to do that?” he groans.

You’re about to answer when there’s a call from outside the car.

“Hey, you” A male voice calls out. Lester pushes at you protectively and you kneel in the small foothold of his truck.

“H-hey there sir, what can I do for you?” he manages, fumbling to button his trousers.

He allows you to take the material when you reach up, thinking you’ll button his trousers. What he doesn’t expect is to fill your mouth stretch around his spent dick and he jolts up slightly.

“You okay?” the other guy asks, before shaking his head, “look, I need some help. My car broke down.”

Lester is bursting, trying to hold himself together as he responds, “Uh..Uhhh yeah, I’m mm, I’m all good. You uhnn, you sound like you need a mechanic. You head down that trail and past the flooded area then ohhh, uh, then you’ll find Bo. Just uh, just ask for him” he is sweating from the pure effort of getting the words out as you overstimulate him, his cock leaking precum in a desperate effort to make it less painful.

The guy simple nods and dismisses the weird guy in the truck as being socially anxious. He walks off to his certain death, as Lester finally manages to rip your head off him.

“Hey now, that was just mean”

You smile up at him, wiping your mouth, “Sorry Les, you just taste so good”

[blazedgraysons]

virgin reader giving grayson a bj

a/n: i promise i’m working on requests, my life has just been incredibly busy along with me working on the no nut fic and some other exciting things for y’all!! anyways thank you for the request angel, hope you like it🤍🤍

warnings: first-time bj’s, lack of communication between these two, and grayson having a bit of innocence kink if you squint

this is a continuation of this request. you don’t have to read it to understand what’s going on here (but you should read it anyways bc it’s kinda good lmao)

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If you were to list your worst moments when it came to love and dating, your first blowjob had to be near the top.

It was high school, junior year with some football player named Chad Daniels. You both were at a party, and honestly, the whole experience was less than extraordinary.  It only took two seconds before Chad immediately tried facefucking you. All you could remember is the pain you felt from gagging and choking and almost instantly pushing him off of you.

Needless to say, it wasn't your favorite activity nor something you were that desperate to try again. Until Grayson.

It wasn't like you were dumb; you knew how much guys love getting their dick sucked. And with Grayson doing everything he can to please you, you wanted to return the favor.

You had planned to wake him up with morning head after that first time he ate you out, something cute, intimate, and if you're honest, probably very ambitious for your first time.  

However, any worries you may have had were proven to be completely unnecessary when you woke up to Grayson licking into you. You jerk roughly awake, legs only staying in place due to Grayson's firm grip. It doesn't take long before your scream of surprise turns into moans, growing louder when you watch your insanely cocky boyfriend wink at you.

"Grayson, what the- what the fuck?" You softly moan out the last part, shuddering at the way he starts sucking on your clit.

He pops up, a cheeky grin on his face and lips red and shining.

"Morning!" He goes back down and continues working you higher and higher to your orgasm. It doesn't take long, melting under Grayson's touch. He watches your face, his expression star-struck, and just so fucking in love as he sees how he just made your body fall apart.

"You couldn't wait until after breakfast?"

"Angel, that was my breakfast." He kisses you softly, leaving you dazed as he walks to the bathroom.

It started to become a drug for him; Whether he was stressed, happy, or even just bored, Grayson was beginning to find a new home in between your legs. And with him dropping to his knees more and more, it only furthered your desire to do the same.

You started to notice. He would eat you out, make you cum, and then leave to go take care of himself. It was an annoying pattern that was being formed, but no matter what, he wouldn't let you do anything about it.

"Step-by-step, remember? This is about you." was always his answer, and while you appreciated his devotion to your pleasure, you were starting to crave him. Crave the weight of him in your mouth, the heady taste, and most of all, the visual of him cumming from your doing.

If you were ever going to take this any further,  you needed to figure out how to show him that you're not just doing this out of an obligation, but because you absolutely desire to make him feel as good as he does to you.

So you follow his advice and take it slow. You start with light brushes, lingering touches on his chest and thighs, flirty glances. Grayson notices; he makes a few quips about how touchy you've become but ultimately believing it's the result of the two of you taking your relationship further. You move on to suggestive comments, openly making jokes about blowjobs and talking about his dick. If he notices, he doesn't say anything, just laughs and shakes his head, playing it up for the vlogs.

You sit on his lap when the car is too crowded, he moves you so you're not directly on him; you suck a lollipop in front of him, he goes into another room to "finish editing." It was almost as if the roles had reversed, him now being the one to run away. You were starting to feel frustrated, thinking he was getting some twisted joy from seeing you so flustered.

So you decide to approach it head-on, bluntly asking him during lunch,

"Why won't you let me suck your dick?"

He chokes on his sandwich, staring at you, shocked.

"Angel, what?" He dramatically coughs out, and you roll your eyes at the theatrics.

"Why won't you let me suck your dick?" You enunciate, speaking slowly while raising an eyebrow. He just stares back at you, not speaking or moving before going back to his food.

"S'fine, Y/N. I can take care of myself. This is about you." He doesn't look at you when he speaks, more preoccupied with his vegan BLT (which he made so you know it can't be that damn good)

You pout, pushing your food around with your fork. It's the same response he's been giving, and at this point, you're worried you might snap if you don't get a real answer.

"Are you seriously trying to tell me that whatever you're doing with your hand is better than my mouth?" He takes a sharp breath, pushing his plate away from him.

"Enough, Y/N. I don't want to talk about it.".  If you were stupider, you would've dropped it, let him continue with his lunch, and let him go at his own pace. But you were becoming worried, wondering why he would shut you out instead of opening up.

"Gray," You move to sit next to him, playing with one of his hands as you continue. "You told me all you want is for me to be honest with you. Can you please do the same?" He sighs, taking a moment before answering,

"I'm just scared that once we start, I won't be able to stop. It's not that I don't want you to, it's just— I don't want to lose control and ruin anything for you." Whatever you were expecting couldn't have prepared you for that, and honestly, you were a little surprised. Selfishly, your fears were centered around your own insecurities: that Grayson didn't think you were good enough to, that he wasn't attracted to you, etc. As usual though, Grayson shocked you with how his universe seems to entirely revolve around you and your happiness.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. That was stupid." Grayson takes back, scared that your silence is one of fear or disgust. You place a hand on his arm, moving closer.

"Amour, don't apologize." You kiss him lovingly, feeling soft over how sweet your boyfriend can be. You pull away, kissing his cheek before continuing.

"Us taking this slow isn't just for me — it's for you too. And you know that whatever you want to do, I'm obviously down for as well" He smiles stupidly.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. But believe me, you've been making me feel really good lately." He perks up at that.

"And I really, really, really want to make you feel good too." You take his hand, leading him to the couch. His eyes follow your every move, not wanting to miss a single thing. You kiss him again before pulling away quickly, a thought coming to your head.

"You're gonna have to help me. I haven't done this that much." He nods rapidly, pants growing tighter with every word. He doesn't have exact words to describe it, but there's something so hot about the innocent look on your face, the way you're looking at him wide-doe eyes and waiting for his instruction. Something so pure about the knowledge that you still held onto so many of your first, yet so sinful that he was going to be the man to ruin that. You lightly lick your lips as you put your hair up, and Grayson's mouth goes dry at the movement.

"I'm pretty sure I've dreamt about this before."

"Let's hope I live up to the standards." He groans lowly as you sink to your knees.

"Trust me, you're already pretty close." His heart sinks when you rest both palms above his knees, and he can tell he's working himself up. After going a while without doing anything remotely sexual, the slightest touch sends little shockwaves straight to his dick. If the anticipation meant anything, he would probably cum the second you actually touched where he needed you most.

You unbutton his pants, sliding them down with his help. You stare at how his boxers are already tented, forming a nice bulge. Already you're feeling overwhelmed, not sure where you want to start first while just wanting to show him how much you adore him.

You watch as he slides his boxers down, and your mouth starts watering. Grayson obviously radiates big dick energy, that's no secret to anyone, and you've seen him freeball in grey sweats enough times to at least have an idea of what he's working with. Seeing the real thing, however, has you more turned on than you've been before.

"So big," You whisper, and Grayson's sure he could cum then and there from the awestruck look on your face. You kiss his upper thigh, right next to his medusa tattoo, before tentatively kissing the tip.

"Angel, please." He could cry, finally having you where he wants you, but not doing enough to relieve any of the tension he's feeling. He knows you're not teasing, not even entirely sure of what you're doing to him, and while he's usually not a beggar, he'll do whatever it takes to finally get you on him.

You nod, growing wet at his soft pleas before licking from his base to his tip. You take him into your mouth, sucking the head while watching Grayson's head fall back onto the couch. You lean back a little, spitting before taking him back in your mouth, going further than before. You continue that for a minute, bobbing your head slightly. You moan softly at your boyfriend's blissed-out expression, eyes glazed over as he looks at you sucking him off.

"Your hands, angel —use them. Please," He moans out the last part, having already added your hands the minute he said the word. You stroke up and down the part that can't fit, experimentally twisting them.

You're drooling now, covering both your chin and his dick, and honestly, your jaw is starting to hurt, but the look on Grayson's face is more than enough to keep going.

"Wait, off. Angel, get off." You pull off of him, scared that you've done something wrong. One hand is still lightly jerking him off while the other rests on his upper thigh.

"Gonna —gonna cum. Didn't want to in your mouth." He's breathless, panting to calm himself down from how you've worked him up. You push the hand away that is moving to replace yours and start sucking again.

"You're okay with that?" He questions and you nod as best you can, humming happily. Between the vibrations, how wet your mouth is, and the way your hands are moving, Grayson is done, cumming with a silent moan and eyes closing.

You take every drop, swallowing before pulling away to jerk him slowly. You watch with big eyes as he twitches and slightly jerks in your hand, riding the after waves of his orgasm. Once you feel he's finally done, you move up to sit next to him.

"How was that?" You're genuinely curious, wanting to know if it was as good for him as you thought.  He opens his eyes, pupils blown and breath still a little ragged.

"Perfect." He kisses you deeply, shivering slightly when he tastes himself. "You're fucking perfect." He moves his hand lower, already reaching for your shorts, but you stop him.

You're tired, exhausted really. So you take him to bed, silently suggesting a nap, unaware of Grayson's self-promises to make you feel twice as good when you wake up.

[diaco1968]

REQUEST!!!

@yeehaw87

Ok this took my lazy bottom so long to reply to! I'm sorry!!! And then I accidentally deleted the main request!!! Omg double sorry!

But! Very interesting request to be fair XD

Hope you enjoy.

@yeehaw87

Warnings! Suggestive themes, bj/oral sex, mentions of rude words, awkwardness!

Shoto

• He had taken you home with a cab from the fancy dinner, and you attempting to be polite invited him inside for a drink. His elegance was unnerving to you, making you feel small and trying harder than usual to not mess up. The look on his face. He usually looked unimpressed or just less than amused with everything in general. So, it didn't necessarily mean you were being boring... right?... These thoughts were running through you making your anxiety sky rocket and the butterflies in your belly to go wilder than usual when he leaned in gently for a kiss.

• All the feelings and thoughts doing their part to force your body to relieve you of the sexual tension they created, the simple kiss stirred into a heated makeout session, and that led to his hand sliding up your legs as he turned from his place on the couch to face you fully as he pulled you over and onto his lap, lips never disconnecting as they moulded together feverishly. His hands on your ass, pulled you closer, grinding you over his crotch And of course you wanted more contact on certain other areas so you started by unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off before slowly pushing him on the couch so he was lying on his back now with you straddling his hips. You pulled back from the kiss, panting lightly and straightened up to pull your shirt off over your head.

• Unbeknownst to you, Shoto was quite nervous too. He feared messing up anything with you. The way you always made his heart flutter with any simple thing you did. And surprisingly, when he was nervous he tended to blabber. Averting his eyes from your undressing, with a soft blush he looked up. And blabber he did.

• "Did you know the ceiling needs painting?"

• You already had your shirt off and numbly looked up to see what he was referring to. It sure did. But... were you so boring to him that he found the ceiling more interesting?... looking at the ceiling when you were taking your shirt off?! All your movements froze and tears started welling up in your eyes as you tried getting off of him. His eyes snapped back onto you, catching a glimpse of your watery eyes right before the tears spilled and you turned your head to hide them from him. A choked sob left your lips. And that was the moment he knew he fucked up. Grabbing your hands to prevent you from running off as he sat up with you still in his lap, wrapping you in his shirt and grabbing the sides of your face to wipe your tears off with his thumbs.

• "Oh shit! I'm so sorry! It's not-! I didn't-- I meant! ... I'm such a fucking idiot... I just didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable by staring at you..."

• He wrapped his arms around you, pressing you flush to his warm bare chest, rubbing your back while rocking back and forth.

Dabi

• You were sore all over, but the warmth and the aftershocks of the pleasure earlier still running through your deliciously worked out body had you feeling amazing. Added to the way he breathed on the back of your neck and had his arms wrapped tightly around you from behind, his extraordinary warmth radiating off his body soothing your muscles, made your first ever experience such an amazing thing. Your emotions were in overdrive along with your sensations, all thoughts you had before this whole thing still lingering and mixing in with your new thoughts. You had been pretty new at this, so the idea of messing up embarrassingly, in front of Dabi of all people, who looked quite experienced in the sexual field.

• You did not mess up. He was kinda sorta patient with you, and it turned out pretty amazing.

• Remembering the whole thing, you got a little excited and biting your lower lip, you sneakily grinded your ass back onto his crotch, finding surprisingly that he was as excited as you.

"Wanna go again doll?"

He rasped in your ear making you shiver with a smile as his hips started moving, humping your ass, sliding his hardening shaft over and in between your cheeks.

"I'm surprised you would want to go again with me. I know I'm not that much of a pro at this."

"Are you kidding?"

You don't know why you decided to joke, you were emotionally not in the place to do so yet, or receive a snarky reply. Cause face it, Dabi is the king of snarky replies.

• "You're good enough to do this for a living."

• You blinked, halting as you tried to make sense of his words. And of course they registered in your head the wrong way. Do this for a living... this?! Did he mean you were only good for sex?... like ...

• You started to pull away as you tried to pry his arms off of you. He was surprised but he wasn't going to hold you by force. Until he heard you sniffle and his arms tightened back around you as he sat up.

• "What the fuck? Are you okay? Did I hurt you or something?"

• He was looking for any out of control burn marks he might've accidentally left on you.

• "No! Let me go, I better get to work then huh? Got to make a living..."

• He paused. A moment of uncomfortable awkward silence staring at your face with a pair of tear streams running down your face before he burst out laughing, much to your annoyance, and hugged you forcefully until you calmed down.

• "You silly little thing. It was a compliment! I meant to say you are good... maybe I said it wrong... sorry. You are sexy AND amazing."

Bakugou

• You were slightly older than him (...just... just imagine plz l...even one minute XD) and despite that he barged in right inside your life so boldly, you just had to give him what he wanted. You liked him, he didn't look younger and he definitely didn't act younger, so you were definitely interested in him. C'mon he was hot, who were you trying to fool.

• As you dropped to your knees in front of him seductively, sensually running your fingers down his biceps, hes pecs, his abs and his hips before cupping his ass, drawing a hiss out of him. You locked eyes with him as your teeth grabbed onto the zipper of his pants, pulling them down, holding his heavy gaze and fluttering your eyelashes at him. Your fingers moved and unbuttoned the pants, pulling them down along with his boxers, his hard cock springing out and standing to attention as it leaked precum.

• "Oh my, look how excited this little boy is by little old me."

• He rolled his eyes in annoyance, fed up with your snarky age comments. It wasn't like it mattered that you were older or anything. Annoying little brat that you acted like. And Katsuki being, well, Katsuki, he even took this age thing as a competition. And he couldn't really win it so it got him grumpy.

• "Shut up and put that mouth to good use, will ya?!"

• Seeing you chuckle his fingers tangled in your hair and guided you over to his cock, tapping the tip on your lips a few times before you opened your mouth to let him in. Your cheeks hollowed out around his length as your throat constricted around him, your hand fisting the length you couldn't fit down your throat in time with the bobbing of your head.

• "Fuck ..."

•  Gods he loved what you did with that mouth. It was like magic. Such an expert performanc, always making him hiss and whimper and curse in pleasure. And pleasure is a distracting thing for common sense.

• "You definitely look younger than you feel anyway."

• With a surprised slurp you came to a sudden halt and pulled away. He tried to reach out and hold your head in place but you dodged his attempt and stared up at him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, what the hell did he mean you felt old?! What does feeling old even mean? Are you not fun enough for him anymore?! Your eyes glossed over and he could tell it wasn't just your gag reflex as tears pulled in your eyes, voice already strained.

• "The fuck did you just say?..."

• He opened his mouth and closed it again, too shocked by the outcome. He had never seen you this upset. He had meant to compliment you...

• As the haze of pleasure was chased away by your haunting sad expression and spilling tears he put the pieces together.

• And he grabbed your hands pulling you up on your feet and hugging you tightly, burying his nose in your hair.

• "Oh my fucking god I'm such an idiot! I meant you are so amazing with your mouth ... and experience comes with age ... and you don't look old... fuck I'm sorry I'll just shut up..."

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

i seriously will not be able to stop thinking about your Daddy Clyde holy hell you write him so beautifully. ugh Daddy's so gritty and dirty and just the right amount of meannnn ugh i hate you and love you at the same time. that piece stressin' me tf out ugh i really n e e d more of it lmao

A/N: @ohdamnadamm AS PER YOUR REQUEST DARLIN’ I COOKED UP A FILTHY ASS FUCKIN’ NUGGET FROM THE INNER MECHANISMS OF MY MIND (AND THANKS TO @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather FOR HER DAD BOD FIC FOR THE LOVE OF PETE IM SO HARD FOR THAT AMAZING THOT, BLESS YOU ITS BEEN RUNNING THROUGH MY MIND FOR 48 HRS STRAIGHT AND IVE READ IT UPWARDS OF TWENTY TIMES) IM NOT SORRY IN THE SLIGHTEST. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, SWEET BABE! 

Warnings: Daddy kink, BJ’s, ball-sucking, choking, cumshots, cum eating, unprotected sex, dirty talk and LOTS OF IT, teasing, marking, breeding kink, hair pulling, scratching, just pure fuckin’ hot sweaty porn, no plot whatsoever, SMUT SMUT SMUT AND MORE FUCKIN’ CLYDE LOGAN SMUT. 

The hot sun beat down in the small trailer located in the boonies of West Virginia, the AC had decided to take a shit early that mornin’, sendin’ your big bear to go to the Home Depot for some tools to fix it right up for his baby doll. 

You sat, perched on the couch in nothin’ but your little pink thong, and laced up bralette, sweatin’ to high heaven as you waited for your tin foil knight to return and save the heat stroke you had been sufferin’ since damn near five in the mornin’. 

“Jesus fuck,” you exhaled, rubbin’ more sweat off your soakin’ tits, pullin’ your hair into a sticky mess of a bun as you fanned yourself over the hot August fog that settled in the small quarters. 

“I’m just fuckin’ parched as all hell,” gettin’ up from the couch, makin’ your way to the fridge to stick your head in the freezer for some relief, only to find your savin’ grace for the next twenty minutes or so, a box of red-white-n-blue rocket pops. 

“Oh fuck me!” reachin’ for them as you tore the box open like a feral cat, rippin’ the packagin’ and shovin’ that popsicle into your gapin’ mouth, a moan emittin’ throughout the room as you savored the icy cold of the frozen delicacy. 

Just then, the door shuffled open to let your hulk of a man in from the blisterin’ heat of the day, his white t-shirt stained in tit sweat, and his brimmed ball cap sweat covered too. He dropped the bag on the floor, airin’ out his shirt as he looked around for your pretty little figure. 

“Baby girl?” concerned you weren’t in his line of sight, inchin’ towards the kitchen, “where ya at?” peerin’ around the partition to see the hottest thing he’d seen all damn day. You perched on the kitchen counter, tits completely sweat covered, legs spread open like a porn star, and a bomb pop slidin’ in and out of your perfect lips, the colored juices drippin’ down your chin into the valley of your chest as you eyeballed him from the livin’ room. 

“What’s ma perty lil’ baby doin’ on the counter, huh?” movin’ over to you as he wiped his sweat covered face with his t-shirt, exposin’ his precious belly and shinin’ tits. 

“Ya know it’s dangerous ta be on the counter like that baby doll,” panderin’ as he rubbed your soft thighs, bendin’ down to kiss and suck on the skin as you thrust the popsicle in and out of your mouth, not losin’ the slightest bit of eye contact, “wouldn’t want daddy’s precious baby girl ta get herself hurt, now, would we?” ghostin’ his lips over your succulent and swollen cunt. 

“Mhmm,” whinin’ out at his touches on your sensitive skin, forcin’ the treat down your open throat even more, “‘m sorry daddy,” moanin’ as he lifted his head to smirk at your fuck me face. 

“I don’t think yer sorry in the slightest darlin’,” gigglin’ as he stood to his full height, leanin’ in to grip the empty stick from your mouth, tossin’ it on the floor, “I think ya like bein’ a lil’ brat, don’t ya baby girl?” tiltin’ your chin to meet his searin’ gaze as he pushed his lips onto yours, sighin’ as he pulled you flush to him, inhalin’ your sweet scent as the kiss deepened. 

“Ya know what kinda punishment lil’ brats get?” he pulled away, grippin’ your hair to wrench your head back up to his, suckin’ marks on your neck as he gathered you in his huge arms. 

“No, daddy, I don’t,” bitin’ your lip at the pain of his ministrations on your pulse, “p-please tell me what I get,” moanin’ as he pulled your hair tighter and tighter. 

Liftin’ his head back up, starin’ into your eyes, “get off the damn counter and assume yer position in front a the couch baby girl,” lettin’ go of your head as he watched you slide down off your perch to slink into the livin’ room, your ass red from the duration of your stay on the linoleum lined top as he watched it sway with your hips, completely entranced. 

“Like this daddy?” bendin’ down on your knees, as he slid himself in front of the lip of the couch to gaze at your pretty little face beggin’ to be fucked. Your hands behind your back, head cocked up to meet his stare, tits pushed out, nipples peaked, and your vision on him and him only. 

“Stick that lil’ tongue out baby girl,” fumblin’ with his belt and zipper as he watched you present the organ as requested, “daddy wanna see his lil’ cumbucket,” releasin’ his half hardened cock to sit on the couch like the king he was. He reached his hand to pull on the appendage, a moan emittin’ from your throat as he motioned you closer with it. 

“Yer gonna suck ma cock until yer cryin’ for air baby girl,” musin’ as you lowered your face to his large balls, nuzzlin’ your nose in the softness and musk envelopin’ them in his aura. 

“Yes, daddy,” whisperin’ as you pecked tiny kisses on them, “I wanna be a good girl fer you,” lickin’ the skin like a kitten. 

“Mhmm,” he moaned out, his balls twitchin’ at your movements on them, “yer such a good girl fer yer daddy,” praisin’ as you sucked one into your mouth, tuggin’ on the skin and rollin’ your tongue around the sac. 

“Mmm, ya taste so good daddy,” movin’ to the other testicle to mimic the motions just as good as the other, savorin’ his manly scent as you made out with his scrotum, his cock wavin’ like a flag in the sky as you tugged on the other ball. 

“G-god d-damn,” he cooed, grippin’ your head to lift you up from his sac, “that’s enough a that baby girl,” lust blown as he rubbed the sides of your temples, causing your eyes to roll back in your head as he lowered your lips to his weepin’ tip. 

“Now yer gonna take this cock baby girl,” gazin’ at the sight of you foamin’ at the mouth under his larger than life dick, “go on ‘n suck yer daddy,” shovin’ your perfect little mouth onto his achin’ dick, revelin’ in the gaggin’ sounds you made as he pushed your head completely down on him. 

“Open up fer me baby girl,” gaspin’ as your jaw went slack over his throbbin’ cock, “there ya go darlin’,” praisin’ as you sped up your sloppy gyrations on him. 

“S-such a p-perty lil’ cumbucket,” watchin’ as the spit fell in globs on his jeans, and the tears spilled from your eyes over his girth, “what a g-good baby girl daddy has,” throwin’ his head back in pleasure as you sucked your cheeks in, rollin’ your tongue on the underside of his veiny dick.

“Daddy’s gettin’ close baby girl,” he panted out as you adjusted your angle to hit your uvula just the right way, causin’ an animalistic moan to reverberate on the thin walls of the trailer. 

“I-I’m,” shovin’ your head off his cock, causin’ a huge gasp for air to leave your lips and wide eyes to meet your man as he palmed his red angry cock in his hand. 

“Open yer perty mouth baby girl!” growlin’ out as the largest stream of semen you’d ever seen squirt from his head, landin’ on your tongue, tits, and chin. 

“Motherfuck-k,” he palmed himself until the last of it landed on your skin, takin’ huge deep breaths as he let go of his limp cock, “ya alright baby girl?” watchin’ the color return to your face as you sucked up his spend from your face. 

“I’m just fine daddy,” crawlin’ on to his lap, thighs on either side of him as you nestled your covered pussy on his still throbbin’ cock. 

“Ya such a good girl fer me,” pettin’ your arms as you gripped the back of his head, leanin’ in for a steamy kiss as you gyrated your hips on him. 

“Mhmm,” he chuckled, “does ma sweet baby need somethin’ from her daddy?” watchin’ as you bat your eyelashes at him, “use yer words darlin’,” he pandered once again, bringin’ a thumb to tug at your bottom lip. 

“I need ya to fuck me, daddy,” bringin’ the digit into your mouth as you moved again on his dick, the hardness comin’ back in a wave at your friction, “please, I’ve been a good girl fer you,” suckin’ on it like a pacifier. 

“Ya right baby girl,” he cooed, “I can’t say no to yer sweet lil’ pussy anyways,” watchin’ as you lifted your hips to line his cock up with your achin’ slit, rubbin’ your built-up slick around on the head. Pushin’ your hips slowly down on his length, swallowin’ every single inch like the popsicle you’d been devourin’ minutes prior. 

“G-good god darlin’,” breath hitchin’ as he took in your tight walls clenchin’ on his cock, “ya so damn tight, no matter how many times yer daddy fucks ya,” musin’ as you started your little dance on his lap. 

Hips in a death grip by his flesh and blood hand and his metal one as you gyrated your body, tits bouncin’ in his face, sweat buildin’ up in the heat of the trailer as skin slappin’ emitted through every room in the house. 

“F-fuck big bear!” you cried out, feelin’ his head pokin’ your cervix with every thrust he was makin’ upwards, completely sendin’ you into another dimension of pleasure, “ya stretch me out so damn good daddy!” moanin’ into every knock he made on your open womb. 

“Ya gonna cum on daddy’s big cock baby girl?” watchin’ your mouth gape open as your tits fall out of the sorry excuse for a bra you’d chosen, “daddy wants ya ta cum so damn bad!” speedin’ his movements up until tears fell again from your face. 

“Daddy!” grippin’ on his shoulders, drawin’ blood as he pummeled your hole with everything he had, “d-daddy I-I’m g-gon-,” the friction from his jeans rubbin’ your clit for him as you unraveled and released your sweet sticky spend on him. 

“F-fuck!” cryin’ out in unrelentin’ waves of bliss as he rode you out to pound town. 

“Such a perty baby girl,” musin’ as he thrust his cock in and out with more fervor, “daddy’s gettin’ close baby,” he praised once again, gritting his teeth as he set an ungodly speed on your overstimulated body.  

“D-daddy’s c-close,” he grunted, thrustin’ in once more before unloadin’ his spend into your gapin’ slit, shovin’ it further a further as he kept thrustin’ into you. 

“J-Jesus f-fuckin’ C-Christ,” hips still in his grip as it tightened from his orgasm, “ya feel s-so good darlin’,” stillin’ himself as you both gazed into each other, takin’ in the heat that had built over the last hour. 

He brought you into an embrace, smellin’ your hair, as you pet his sweat covered back, kissin’ the moles on his shoulder and rubbin’ the scratches that had built up. After a few more seconds, you went to hop off him, only to be stilled back in your spot. 

“Clyde, baby!” you looked at him, irritated and sweaty, “what the hell? It’s fuckin’ hot an’ I have ta pee,” tryin’ to pry his hands off your hips still. 

“Nah baby girl,” he tsked, “yer gonna sit here with ma cum in your pussy for a minute,” musin’ and rubbin’ your lower belly, “I wanna make sure ya keep it nice n’ safe up there,” eyes dilatin’ as he watched your expression change too. 

“Oh really?” movin’ a hand to slick his mop of hair back, “ya think this is gonna do the trick ta knock my ass up like ya want me ta be big bear?” gigglin’ as his toothy smile appeared as a result of your words. 

“Well, it’s a damn start innit?” nuzzlin’ his cheek in your hand, “need ta make sure ma swimmers explore all parts a the cave darlin’,” chucklin’ as you rolled your eyes. 

“Yer lucky yer the cutest thing on the planet,” softenin’ at his precious face restin’ in your fingers, “that jus’ makes me wanna have as many babies as possible so they get yer perty lil’ features,” rubbin’ his cheek as a tear welled up in his eyes. 

“I ain’t as precious as you are baby girl,” rubbin’ more little circles on your lower tummy, “I can’t wait ta see the perfect lil’ ones we do make,” the wetness rollin’ out of his eyes as he thought about a little Logan joinin’ the trailer. 

“Oh shit!” he jolted, scarin’ the crap out of you as you stood up, “I totally fuckin’ forgot!” he jumped up from the couch. 

“Forgot what big bear!” clutchin’ your chest as you crossed your legs to avoid the liquid from fallin’ out of your bladder and your pussy. 

“I have ta fix the fuckin’ AC!”

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IN CONCLUSION, 

🖤, 

ray-nal-beads

[jbbuckybarnes]

Kinktober - Day 27

27/31 Pairing: Reader x Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes Prompt: Orgy / Foursome Warnings: 18+, not proofread, dominance, being used, praise, eating out, bj, overstimulation, anal penetration,

Masterlist

The three boys looked at each other, "You never...?" "Yup, never." You nodded and looked down at your hands. There was another expression interchanged between the three soldiers. "Would you...let us try?" Sam smirked at you and your eyes widened. "I- Why would I do that?" You were confused as you started noticing the tension building in the room. Steve's eyes trained on you, Bucky licking his lips. "C'mon, darling. Let us show you a good time." Bucky said now, eyes a little soft. Your voice was gone, your mouth closing and you looked around another time. You felt your underwear sticking to you slowly but surely. How were you supposed to say no to this?

Without another word you were picked up and put back down in front of your soft bed. "Relax." Steve whispered before starting to kiss you, the other two boys on each of your shoulders. A metal hand creeped up your spine and unclasped the bra you were wearing, making you hum. You reached for Steve's belt, hearing a little growl from him. What was hidden behind those pants always had kind of interested you. Another hand went to stroke over your clothed folds. "Do we make you that excited?" Sam murmured and you whimpered in response, feeling a cold hand follow the same motion. "Through your panties and your shorts. You really want it, don't you, sweetheart?" You heard Bucky on the other side as Steve also took his time, feeling the wetness that has left a big wet spot on your grey shorts by now. "Hmm, you want us to make you cum?" You looked up at him and nodded silently as you felt your pants and panties being removed and someone tucking on your shirt. "You don't have to do anything, just relax. We got you!" He cooed as you heard other clothes hitting the floor. You were gently pushed to sit down on the bed. You felt Sam behind you starting to massage your breasts while Bucky behind him took your legs and pushed them up and apart. "So wet for us." Steve grumbled as kneeled down in front of you and started kissing the insides of your thighs. You never had someone do this to you, you hoped it felt good. His tongue licked through your folds, explored you thoroughly, making you shake a little. There were circling motions around your clit, leaving you with shaky breaths. "Good girl, relax." Sam murmured behind you with a kiss of your shoulder. Unexpectedly Steve sucked on your clit, making your head fall back with a moan. "Yes, just like that, baby." Bucky made circles on your legs with his thumbs. Another suck of your clit and you moaned out louder. This felt amazing, heavenly, like bliss. Without your knowledge a nod was interchanged, your legs held wider open and you felt him lingering close to you. "Do you want us to fuck you, darling?" Bucky asked. "Yes." You whined impatiently and got a little chuckle back. Your hole suddenly was stretched by the big girth of the supersoldier in front of you and you whimpered out. "Shhh, shhh, shhh. Gonna feel good soon, promise." Sam murmured as you felt Steve fill you out more and more and more. Now you got why Bucky was holding your legs. Your hand was grabbing into Sam's and his free one started circling your clit gently as a rhythm started. Another whimper escaped you. "Does it hurt?" Bucky cooed. "A little." You whimpered. "A little is normal. Relax, baby." He kissed your head that was leaned back over Sam's shoulder. There was a harsher movement, hitting a spot you didn't believe you actually had, making you moan out again. The little pain forgotten. "Good girl." Came back in a chorus as the hand on your clit got a little faster. "Oh fuck." You whined out at the next movement. "Feeling good, baby girl?" Bucky smiled. "So good." You moaned out as the pace turned faster. "You wanna cum for us?" Sam cooed. "Please." You whimpered as the length thrusting into you got faster, both of your weakspots worked perfectly. "Oh shit." You yelled out. "That's what I'm talking about." Sam murmured. "Holy fuck." You panted as Steve started pounding into you. "Oh my god. Ohmygodohmygodohmygoooood." You were shaken by the movements. "C'mon, give us your first orgasm, baby girl. Show us." Sam encouraged you. "Shit. Shitshitshitshit." A deep inhale, followed by a loud pornographic moan was an uncontrolled reaction. Just like the muscles in your body tensing up as you felt pure bliss emitting from your center. You felt the warm cum inside of you and a shared, "Good girl." "Holy fucking hell." You mumbled and got a chuckle back. "And we just started." Bucky chuckled. "What?" You asked confused. "We're gonna make you feel good all day. Don't worry." Sam murmured as he tasted you. You were pushed onto your back before feeling another big cock filling you out. "Sweet or filthy, sweetheart?" He smirked and you bit your lip at that. "I see." He grinned and turned you on your stomach without leaving you. He instantly started with a fast pace and you understood quickly why. "Fuck." Your clit throbbed from the friction with the sheets. "What do you want, baby?" He asked a little more dominant. "I wanna cum." You whined out and grabbed onto the bedding as he picked up the pace. "You want another dick? You wanna be our little cockslut?" He growled and you moaned out a loud, "Yes!" He pushed you up, on all fours and got slower and deeper. Sam kneeled in front of you, before Bucky forced open your jaw and let a second cock enter your body. You felt so used but so good. The pounding pace into you made you gag on the big dick in front of your repeatedly with hums and tears in your eyes. "Fuck, you like that, don't you. Especially when you get to cum as a reward." Sam cooed down as you felt your second orgasm roll in. With a loud moan he drew back from you and came all over your face. "C'mon, cum for us, little whore." Bucky growled and you liked being degraded and dominated. Nobody had every done it to you. "Yes, yesyesyes. I'm gonna cum. Fuck, I'm gonna cum again. I'm gonna-" Your squeal echoed in the whole room. "Sooo, we note you like that kinda stuff." Bucky smirked next to you, still balls deep inside of you. "I'm gonna turn around now and you're gonna lay on top of me...and you're gonna trust us and say no if you don't like something." Bucky said soft again and you nodded before he flipped you on top of him. You felt hands on your ass, as well as liquid. Eyes went wide as Bucky below you cooed affirmations in your ears. "You consent?" He looked at you and you nodded. You trusted them, so you were willing to try this. After a while you were wipping back and forth between Bucky and Sam. A little uncomfortable, but mostly turned on. "Space for one more, darling?" Steve chuckled before you opened your mouth and felt it being filled with another cock. "Taking our big cocks like a champion." He cooed and hearing that from Captain America made you wetter. "Such a good girl." Sam moaned behind you. "Our little cock whore." Bucky murmured. You had everything. Soft, neutral, dominant. It made you a little crazy inside. Steve's cum was dripping down your throat not long after and he started touching you soothingly while you were obliterated from two directions. Your eyes were watering and looking at him. "So good?" He mumbled and dipped his head. "So good." You sobbed a little. "You gonna only cum with us from now on?" Bucky now asked. "Only gonna cum with you." You answered as a total mess. "Wanna cum another time?" Sam asked. "Wanna cum again so bad." You whined as they started going for it. Your body was so overwhelmed, you just let it happen. There was no point in fighting it. Your groaned and growled at the feelings your body felt, laying on Bucky almost motionless. There, it started coming back again. "Yes, yes, so close. Please." You whimpered before shooting up onto your forearms and screaming as your holes hugged the two cocks inside of you, filling them with warmth. "Fuck. This is addicting." You said groggily as they left you and started cleaning you up and cuddling with you.

[lostinanothersmemories]

hehehe don't worry, I'll always heal ur soul from the angst with more sam smut

here's a very important question for you;

does sam prefer hj's or bj's (hopefully u know what these mean Lmao)

the moment i don't understand smut slang put me down like a dog 18+ as always!

I think he'd like bj's more (partly because it's the routine of every redacted characters smut, kinda a pattern at this point)

but i think one of his favorite times was on Darlings couch them kinda on his lap but lifted up with their hand around him and his hand down their pants, heavy pants shared in the minimal space between them. Darling's other hand leaving marks on the nape of his neck at every trick of his hand. and when both of their breaths shift to whispers and their movements die down they fall asleep like that wrapped around each other

i think given from how he mentioned the he doesn't like the whole friends with benefits situation he had that he is pretty sensual with how he loves.

like to the point darling had never been treated so softly and even if they complained how they weren't fragile Sam still pressed a kiss to their lips and reminded them that even strong things need tending to sometimes

Sam goes from growling about how they are all his before biting into their neck into reminders of how incredible they are and how lucky he is to have them and the whiplash has made Darling cry multiple times, how he pieces apart the walls they made carefully setting the pieces aside as he continues through to their heart.

I made this hella soft.

[bunnys-beetlejuice-blog]

gently rings a little bell in your ear My fic updated with two new chapters when you weren't paying attention! but now i am tilting your chin up with the point of my sword, forcing you to look. its very villainous and cool. this is part three of an increasingly convoluted story, part one can be found all the way over here but if you just want the high school romance stuff and don't care about found family, that's fine, i guess, but like, what's your deal

The weekend is a welcome relief from everything at school. He’s tired of feeling like shit, so Saturday, annoyingly bright and early, he startles Lydia awake by flopping on her bed. It causes her to bounce, and she groans, pulling the dark purple blanket further over her head. “Beetlejuice…” “I was thinkin’, today we should spend th’ whole day outdoors, in th’ park or somethin’,” he grins, and she lifts the blanket just barely, to glare at him. “You only want to play outside because all your stuff was taken away,” comes her accusation, and she’s not exactly wrong, but he just wiggles a hand under her blanket and gives her nose a poke. “Let’s go get lost, somewhere. Come on, Lyds, please?” She tries to hit him with a pillow but her grip is tired from sleep, and all she manages to do is shove the thing at him.

Twenty minutes later, she’s dressed and ready, bouncing on the balls of her feet, as he mulls over which button up to wear, the highlighter yellow with purple bugs, or the dark green with orange bones. They’re two equally ugly shirts that kind of give him a headache to look at, and both are favorites. “I can’t believe you woke me up at eight so I could stand around watching you go through your wardrobe.” “This is important.” He settles on the bugs, finally, and pulls it on before turning to Lydia, but she’s gone. He blinks, and sticks his head out his door, in time to headbutt her as she comes back in. Both siblings reel back and hold their heads. “Beetlejuice…” she groans. “Lyd-eee-uhhh,” he mimics her. She huffs and throws what she’d gone to her room to retrieve at him. He catches it, then stares. It’s his hoodie, his ruined one from that disastrous Halloween. He can still see that faded dark copper stain in some places, but it's better than it was. Also, the holes slashed in the arms have been very sloppily stitched with a thick, black embroidery thread. He looks back at his sister. “You seemed like you were having a hard week,” Lydia says, shuffling her feet. “I never sewed anything before, I’m sorry it looks kind of messy, and I tried really hard to get the bloodstains out...” He slips his familiar stripes back on and feels much more at ease. “It’s cool,” he tells her. “I like messy.” He holds open his arms and she falls into them, pressing her face against his stomach. It's a nice moment, and for once, he doesn’t feel inclined to ruin it, just pats his little sister’s head. “Love you.” “Love you too.”

``````````````````````````````````````````````````````` Charles, ever an early riser, is surprised to see his children in the kitchen this bright eyed and bushy tailed on a Saturday. He’s pouring two coffees, one for himself and one for Emily, who is sitting at the table, head propped up on her hand, and still functionally asleep, when Betelgeuse and Lydia come bounding in to raid the fridge. “And what are you two getting up to today?” he asks, and the siblings pause to look at him. “Goin’ to th’ park.” “You think so?” Betelgeuse’s shoulder slump. “Seriously? You take all my stuff away an’ now I can’t even go out?” “You’re still in trouble. Why should you be allowed to go out and have fun?” “Cause that wasn’t specified!” Betelgeuse tries, and then turns to Emily. “Ma, tell him!” Emily mutters in her sleep, and Charles wordlessly sets the coffee down in front of her. The smell hits her nose, and robotically, she lifts the drink to her lips, eyes never opening. “Let BJ go do stuff,” she manages, maybe not as eloquent as she normally speaks, her voice gruff from sleep. Betelgeuse grins up at Charles. His father sips his own coffee, and then pats his son’s head. “Home before dark. No fire, no demon nonsense, no taking drugs from strangers.” “Home at midnight, commit arson, summon Satan, enjoy stranger candy. I gotcha.” Both his children receive a kiss on the head before stuffing Lydia’s little black coffin bag with snacks, and heading out.

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It’s a big city, and there’s not a loss of things to do, especially with his powers, and there’s no adult supervision today. They find a café and enjoy a big breakfast, then he turns them invisible and they sneak away before the check comes, only reappearing a block later, Lydia grinning wildly. “Food tastes better stolen!” she says, and he pats her head. “There’s my little criminal.” They sneak into a movie, next, some horror thing Lydia had wanted to see that even Emily, the fun parent, had said she was too little for. It’s absolutely a gore fest, but not especially good, and they throw popcorn at the screen and cheer whenever the killer scores another victim.

“I think you’d die early in a slasher,” she says after, scattering their uneaten popcorn on the pavement in front of the theatre. She gets the attention of a whole flock of pigeons, which land and begin pecking at the kernels. “What’s your logic, there?” “You die on screen early and then the twist is you faked your death and were the killer.” “Ohh, classic. I love it.” “I’m a total final girl,” Lydia turns the half empty bucket upside down, much to the joy of the starving sky rats. “And then at the end, it’s like, I knew you were the killer the whole time, and I was just acting. Cause we’re in it together. You know, partners in crime.” He picks her up, slings her over his shoulder. “Always.”

He takes them to Central Park, next, holding her hand behind the theatre and apparating, accidentally, up a tree. She gasps and clings to him, and he digs his claws into the bark of the tree to steady them. “No worries, no worries. I just gotta..” They appear on the ground below, and Lydia looks dizzy. “Feels weird when you do that,” she tells him. “Like riding a rollercoaster, except your limbs are all asleep. But.. Kinda not that, at the same time.” It feels normal to him, but he regularly eats tin cans, so what does he know about normal to begin with?

Lydia takes her camera from her coffin bag, and readies it. It’s a little instamatic she got for her birthday, a few months ago, and she’s going through film like crazy, taking some pretty shitty pictures. He’s not that blunt to her face, though. It’s not like he was a rockstar on the ukulele when he first started, and she’s got a lot of enthusiasm for taking photos. He’s not going to be the one to squash that for her.

Also, he’ll bite off the hand of whoever tries.

“You think this can take pictures underwater?” she asks, aiming her camera at a random woman jogging by. The jogger makes a face, which seems to be what Lydia expects, because she snaps the picture as the woman continues on her way, and the little photo pops out the bottom. Lydia gives it an aggressive shake.

“I’m gonna guess no. Besides, it’s too cold for you to take a swim.” “So let’s go somewhere warmer. I’m thinking Hawaii.” “Good idea, genius, an’ how do you think we’re getting there?” “You can teleport us.”

He actually has to stop and think about that. “I don’t think I could do it in one straight shot,” he says at last. Lydia has moved to a different kind of voyeurism, because she’s on her stomach on the grass, following the movement of a trail of ants with her lens. “I’d probably have to do little distances, an’ get tired and need a nap in th’ middle.”

“Maybe through a mirror? Like Sam?” She adjusts the optic, an entirely useless motion, because this camera doesn’t have any kind of zoom feature. But she’s seen people do it in nature documentaries. “Never done mirror travel before.” He mulls that over. “I’ll practice when I get home, an’ see if I can even pull you through.” “You’re not allowed to go to Hawaii without me,” she gets what she considers her perfect shot, and then stands, brushing off her dark red dress. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

They go bone hunting next, Lydia’s camera still at the ready, his keen nose leading the way. It’s easy to find owl pellets, and she breaks one open with her bare hands, as he teases her.

“Ew ew ew, Lydia gross, you’re touching it!” he pitches up his gruff voice to sound like a tweenage girl, and she rolls her eyes. “No skull in this one,” she frowns, wiping her hands on his hoodie.

“Maybe there’s a bodiless mouse head around here, livin’ it’s best life.” She looks doubtful.

Another, different smell hits his sensitive nose, just then. It’s death, new and fresh. His pupils dilate, and he follows it, her trailing after him, assuming he’s on the scent of more animal bones. What they find instead is an old man propped against a tree. He’s still warm, but the color is draining from his face, and rapidly. He doesn’t look hurt, he’s not bleeding. It’s like he sat down for a rest and died.

Lydia doesn’t get it, not right away. Death is a funny punchline in an overly gorey movie. She’s never seen the real thing, before. “Should we wake him up? It’s cold to be sleeping here.” He lifts the man’s arm, and it flops bonelessly back down. Her eyes go wide. “I doubt he’s gettin’ back up, kiddo.” She lifts her camera and takes a picture.

“Hello?” He hears a voice, and turns. The old man is standing next to himself. He looks back at Lydia, but she’s staring in fascination at the corpse, so he leaves her to it. “Hey,” he nods to the man, who looks relieved. “Can you call my grandson? My phone battery died,” he says, not seeming to understand the position he’s in. Betelgeuse tilts his head to the side. “You’re dead,” he says, a bit unkindly, and Lydia, who has been kneeling by the body, poking it, looks up at him. “I am?” “Wh- No, not you, Lyds, th’ stiff.” He gestures to the ghost, who has seemed to notice “himself” laying there. Lydia looks at her brother, confused. “There’s no one there.” “Sure there is. You just can’t see ghosts.”

“That’s me,” the old man says, not that anyone’s listening to him. “Should we tell someone about this?” Lydia asks him, and Betelgeuse shrugs. “Why? Someone will find th’ body eventually. You know. When it starts smellin’ like shit.” “I don’t want to leave him out here.” “Please, don’t leave me out here!” “I wouldn’t want to be left out here.” “Lucky for you, you’re never gonna die. You even try it an’ I’ll shove your soul back down your throat, if I have to.”

He smells the netherworld, and grabs Lydia, pulling her back, in time for another ghost to appear. A guide. The guide doesn’t even take a moment to look around, just instantly busies herself with getting the newly dead situated, and Betelgeuse picks Lydia up and carries her away. “That’s so sad,” she says, taking one last picture of the body from atop his shoulder. “I guess.”

They find the next official looking person they see, someone cleaning up trash, who doesn’t believe them, clearly, until he sees one of the photos Lydia took. The deathly pallor of the old man convinces him to go looking. Thirty minutes later, that part of the park is crawling with breathers, and the two of them are stuck on a bench, being talked to by cops. It’s a whole, boring process, and it’s drawing a big crowd. “Told ya, we shoulda minded our business,” Betelgeuse nudges his sister. Lydia is looking overwhelmed. Neither sibling ever gets this much attention. There’s even a news crew, though he can’t imagine what for. It’s just one old dead guy, and it’s not even a murder. Someone with a microphone tries to approach them, and he turns their mic into a black and white striped snake, forcing them to fling it away from themselves in a panic, and then he grabs Lydia.

They blink from existence and appear a ways away, and Lydia’s clutching his hand harder than she needs to. “Hey, come on.” His grating voice is soft, for her, as he kneels to her level, and she throws her arms around his neck. “How are you so calm? Doesn’t it make you sad?” she asks, softly, and he gives her an extra squeeze. “Happens to all breathers, Lyds. But it’s not somethin’ I gotta worry about, ever. So… no, not really.”

“Will you be sad when I die?”

He scoops her up, holding his little sister in his arms, and stands, her still clinging around his neck. “When you die at a hundred and twenty,” he tells her, carrying her along the path. “Wherever in the netherworld you end up, I’ll go too. Won’t even have time to be sad, me an’ you’ll be too busy causin’ trouble, even then.” She seems satisfied with that answer, and he doesn’t mind carrying her, so they enjoy the autumn leaves like that, her in his arms, as he follows the winding pathways of the park.

They don’t tell Charles and Emily, when they finally do get home, the sun just barely still peaking over the horizon. It doesn’t seem like a good idea, and Lydia doesn’t especially want to talk about it anymore. She pins her new photos up on the twine strung between the tall bedposts in her room. There’s a couple nice ones, and she lets him eat the ones she decides she hates. “Does it count as part of being grounded if you watch my tv?” she asks, and he grins. “Let’s find out.” She pops in Coraline, which he has to assume she’s got fucking memorized at this point, but they also talk through most of it. By the time the tasty looking bug furniture is on screen, her eyelids are drooping. “I dunno why they make her eatin’ bugs so evil. I wanna try beetles from Zanzibar,” he complains, and she just snorts in response “I’ll get you some fancy beetles, for your birthday.” “Kay. Sounds good.” She falls asleep on him a minute later, and he waives a hand, snuffing the lights, but lets the movie finish playing as he settles next to her, and sleeps.

``````````````````````````````````````````````````````` That next week is boring, but normal. Adam’s in the library every day, despite his earlier insistence that he had better things to do. Betelgeuse honestly just wheels the cart along and lets Adam shelf the books, now, which the nerd seems to unironically enjoy. He’s all smiles as he gets to put things away neatly. It’s embarrassing how endearing and cute Betelgeuse finds that. It’s Tuesday, Barbara isn’t there that day, at least, not right at that moment, so Adam is babbling about her. “Barbara and I aren’t really performers,” he’s telling Betelgeuse, returning a stack of history books to their proper places on the shelves. “But we thought it would be fun to try theatre together, and then we really enjoyed it, so we’ve been in the last two productions. She can really sing, she does this high note, and it’s-” “Angelic, I bet.” Both boys give a stupid, love sick sigh. Adam pauses, and nods, and then studies the other teen. “So.. You.. You like her?” “Yeah,” he says easily. “But that doesn’t mean anythin’.” “What do you mean?” “I mean,” he clarifies, flopping across the cart, stomach first, and laying on it, staring down at Adam, who is crouching to reshelf some more books. “That despite me being a hot piece of ass, I’m probably not her type. I imagine she goes more for…” he studies Adam, trying to think of a nice word for boring, plain and vanilla. “More stable guys,” he lands on. “Like you. I bet she even likes how cute your butt looks in your khakis. I know I do.” Adam flushes. “You think so?” “It’s a good butt.” He nods, and Adam goes redder. “I meant, you think Barbara.. Might like me?” “Well, don’t push your luck, or nothin’, but you probably got a better chance with her.”

“You’re not entirely unlikable,” Adam offers. Betelgeuse lets out a guffaw that’s too loud, because someone in the next aisle over shushes him. “You already forget what I told you Friday?” he rests his head on his hand, tone condescending. “I know no one wants me around.”

“You’re setting yourself up for failure, with that attitude.”

“You think so, huh? Think I just need to hold hands round th’ campfire and sing kumbaya with all you breathers? I don’t think anyone would even take my hand. Probably couldn't get away from me fast enough.” There’s a pause. He doesn’t realize what he’s said until Adam is repeating it. “Breathers?”

He doesn’t get a chance to reply, because he feels a push on the cart, and turns to see Barbara, hands on the handle. “You’ve completely given up even trying, haven’t you?” she says, and he thinks she means about the books, and smiles. “No point. Adam’ll just do it for me.” “I mean with talking to people. With making friends.” His smile falls quickly into a scowl, and he runs a hand through his wild mess of green hair. “Lay off me, Babs. I’m bein’ friendly right now, aren’t I?”

“Sure, it’s plenty friendly, letting Adam do your work. But you don’t try, and then you get your feelings hurt when no one does it for you.” That’s not laying off, and it’s irritating him. “You can’t imagine anyone being nice to you, so you’re rude and push everyone away the first chance you get, in case what? In case you make a friend? Kevin probably needs you, right now,” she presses, physically too, making the cart he’s still lying across lurch forward. “I told you what happened to his dad, and you just said he wasn’t even your friend, when everyone knows you spent the last few months holding hands and making googoo eyes at him, and only talking to each other.”

“S’none of your business,” he tugs at his hair, pulling a tuft down to watch the color. Still green. He’s okay, but he keeps it there, in front of his eyes, focusing on it and not having to look at Barbara. “I’m making it my business. What are you so afraid of? What’s with the barrier? I saw you with your sister, you’re normal and nice, to her. So it’s other people you’re afraid of?” “M’not,” he growls out, standing up off the cart. “Afraid of anythin’.”

“You are,” she says, letting go of the cart and stomping to stand in front of him. She’s got him cornered, his back pressed to the bookshelf behind him. He keeps his eyes on that green tuft, biting his bottom lip. “You’re afraid of rejection, so you don’t talk, or you’re a jerk to people. You’re so afraid of other people, you make yourself sit alone every day, even when there’s an empty seat next to someone else.”

“No one wants me around!”

God, that hurts. He can see purple forming in the tip of his hair.

“You think I haven’t tried?” he rasps at her, letting his hair go, and finally looking directly at her. “You think I like sittin’ alone, bein’ the weird kid in every class, not havin’ anyone to talk to? It sucks!” he hears himself being shushed again, and he expends a burst of power in that direction, knocking books off the shelves to hit the person who can’t mind their own business. The sudden noise makes both Adam and Barbara jump. “You ever noticed that anytime I’ve tried, people can’t get th’ hell away from me fast enough? I’m tired of bein’ alone, but every time I try, somethin’ goes to shit, or I'm ignored! So maybe it is easier to just be a jerk an’ not worry about gettin’ hurt, than to keep tryin’ and ache all th’ time.”

It’s the most honest he’s ever been, out loud. Barbara clenches her fists, but doesn’t say anything. He sees Adam push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

Lunch isn’t even close to over, and he’s just made more work for himself by knocking those books off the shelf, but he doesn’t care. He grabs his backpack from the cart and pushes past the two of them, and he storms out, forcing the library door to slam, even though it’s a soft close door. It feels more final, that way.

He spends the rest of lunch invisible, to avoid any more trouble with adults, and slumps into his customary seat in the back of every class, for the rest of the day. No one talks to him. He doesn’t try to talk to anyone. It’s a system, it works. Stupid Barbara. What does she even know? Like she can somehow understand anything he’s going through. She’s pretty, and cool, and has a ton of friends, he thinks, absolutely bitter. She doesn’t get it.

He trudges to the drama room after school, and pushes open the door with his shoulder. The seats are in a circle, again, and he chooses a random one, pointedly, away from Adam and Barbara, between two other people. He sits there, silent, and after a moment, the two kids both move seats. How miserably predictable. Come on, he wills himself. No purple, no red. Just stay green. You can go home and freak the fuck out, but just stay green, he begs his hair.

He wipes his nose hard with his hoodie sleeve, and focuses on that, on the texture of the fabric and the way he rubs hard enough for it to hurt. Pain is as close to relief as he can get. Then the chairs next to him are scooted closer, and he blinks, and realizes that Adam and Barbara have settled on either side of him. He doesn’t.. Get it. He can’t understand, but then both of them reach a hand out, and take one of his, and give it a squeeze. It’s grounding. He takes a breath he doesn’t need, and then a couple more, shaky and painful, and he gives their hands a squeeze back, like he’s making sure they’re real. They are.

When the club starts, he tries, very sincerely, to focus on what’s being said, and not the bright hot feeling blooming like a flower in his chest. Read the rest here!!

[obsessive-ego]

Home early

You come home early from work and see what you demon pal was up to while you were gone

Musical beetlejuice x readrr

Nsft content

enjoy the mess

Being sent home early from work was a rare occurrence, you were sent home an hour early due to your incompetent boss making a shecdual error and having too much staff on hand, and since you were the next one off you were sent home. It wasnt bad, just weird having your routine messed up, won't beetlejuice be surprised your home early, you smiled to yourself, staring out the bus window. The demon who crashed at your apartment constantly whined about how you work too much, and how you need to take it easy once and awhile, which basically ment 'stay home and hang out with me'.

Yes he was clingy and alittle creepy, kinda gross too, but it suited it, and was somewhat charming in it's own special way, okay so maybe you had a crush on the ghoul, you enjoyed having him around, he made you laugh, he was interesting, and wanted your attention, no one else ever wanted your attention more then BJ did, maybe that's why you basically let him do whatever he wanted within reason of course.

Beetlejuice didnt have a phone, and you didnt have a landline, so you couldnt tell him you were coming home early, meaning you couldn't give him a warning to stop whatever awful thing he was doing while you were out.

Which if course was jerking off, Beetlejuice has mentioned on multiple occasions that he is a very sexual being, you would always just wave it off as a joke, beetlejuice has constantly made lewd passes at you, yes they made you blush and flustered, but you could never tell if he was messing with you or not.

You try and get your mind off these embarrassing feelings and stare out the window watching nothing in particular as you headphones drown out your brain.

So There was the demon in question, laying on your bed, a pair of your panties fresh out of your laundry basket held to his nose while his other hand slowly teased his cock. This was a part of his routine when you were away, to tend to his urges, he wanted you so badly, you were so kind to him all the time for no reason, you were fun to mess with too, not to mention how you let him loose on people who were dumb enough to knock on your door, what more could he want from a breather? I mean that body didnt hurt either, god slash satan he wanted to squeeze that cute behind of yours.

Beetlejuice was so wrapped up in what he was doing, confident he had all the time in the world to enjoy his little activity, it was like nothing else mattered except your scent and his throbbing cock, besides you wouldn't be home for another 2 hour or so.

He could imagine it now, you sitting on his face, his tongue buried in you pussy, while you were jerking him off, you would moan and shout praises of how good he makes you feel. With that image he couldnt help but start licking the crotch of your panties, desperate for the taste of you.

"You taste so good sugar~ you like that dont you~? Fuck you're so good for me sweets" he babbled to himself, hair an electric pink, picking up his pace as he groans out your name, so focused on what he was doing he didnt hear unlock the front door and come in.

You assumed beetlejuice isnt around since the moment you walk in the door hes normally all over you, you shrug and drop your stuff. You perk up when you hear Beetlejuice shout your name, coming from down the hall, you respond with a hum, taking your shoes off.

"Y/N!"

what? Why was he yelling? Did he have something to show you? You head towards the noise.

Stopping in front of your bedroom, door slightly ajar, you frown, you told beetlejuice multiple times how you dont like him in there without supervision, as you go to push the door open you freeze at what you saw.

Beetlejuice laying completely naked on your bed, your panties in one hand and his cock in the other. You cover you mouth and step aside from the door, you can't believe it, do you say something? Do you just pretend you didnt see it? He's doing it in your bed, this was wrong, you have to do something.

"Oh y/n you're so good for me"

You're torn from you thoughts by his gravely voice.

He's thinking of you?! I mean no shit, those are your panties in his hand, you glance back to the room.

Beetlejuice had your panties pressed to his face, while he stroked himself, you felt like you're legs were gonna give out, this was private, but hes doing it in your bed, as twisted as this whole mess was you couldnt help but feel turned on by the scene. You like beetlejuice so much, and yeah maybe you might have thought about him when you were alone late on those sleepless nights.

"Oh sugar, come on, you like that? You naughty thing" he purred bucking hard into his hand, you couldnt help but let your hand drift between your legs, rubbing yourself over your clothed sex.

This was so messed up, but it felt so good, you wanted to join him, but fuck you were too nervous to even move, so watching will have to do.

"Fuck, sugar, I'm gonna cum!" He growls, bucking hard and bringing his strokes to a punishing pace.

Biting your knuckles to keep yourself quiet, god you wanted to feel him buck that hard into you, you've dreamed of the demon pounding up into you while you rode him multiple times.

"Oh sweetheart!~" with that he came, spurting him cum on his hand and stomach. Beetlejuice didnt need to breath and yet he laid there panting, sighing he wipes his hand on your blanket without a second thought, you flinch at that, as hot as it was, you should do some laundry before you go to bed tonight, in theory it's hot, but youd rather not sleep in cum stained sheets.

You haven't finished yet, debating on if you should continue or slink away and pretend to just come home now, before you could decide your cell rings.

You hear the movement of the springs in your mattress assuming beetlejuice herd it, you were lucky enough to be out of sight, you decline the call and sprint to the front door as quietly as you could.

"Y/n? Sugar? That you?"

Taking a deep breath to compose yourself."Yeah, just got home, they let me off early"

Engulfed by green smoke, beetlejuice appears before you, pulling you into a tight hug spinning you around as he always does when you come home. You couldnt help but feel super awkward about it,

"Just got back myself sweet stuff, I was messing with the old couple few doors down" he laughed

You knew he was lying, but it didn't matter, it ment he didnt notice you earlier and believed you just came home, thank god.

Unfortunately you have to deal with those lady blueballs until hes out of your apartment. Needless to say the whole evening hanging out with the demon was more then awkward for you, since the ghoul didnt exactly get the whole personal space thing.

You weren't exactly ready to confront beetlejuice with your feelings, but at least now you know he wants you too.

[totally-incorrect-theatre-quotes]

The Fuck Is a Gender? (Fanfic)

A short fic in which BJ is introduced to the concept of gender and immediately hates it.

(ps. please don’t be afraid to correct me if I got terminology or feelings wrong, this is the first time I have written a non-binary character and do not want to offend anyone.)

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Nothing much came as a shock to the residents of the Deetz-Maitland household, not since the family the moved in was now cohabiting with a ghost couple and a demon from the Netherworld. They loved their strange little world, and while it was messy at times with all the different lives intersecting they thought it was perfect. It was their ordinary.  Adam hardly even blinked when Beetlejuice came down for breakfast that morning but instead of his typical suit and striped button-up shirt he was wearing a similarly styled dress. To be honest Adam hadn’t even noticed until Lydia sat down at the table and scolded Beetlejuice for stealing her last bottle of nail polish. 

“Beej, what’s with the new style?” he asked, buttering his toast with a knife

“My suit was dirty, plus haven’t worn this in a while so I figured why not give it a whirl. Why do you find it utterly captivating?”

“You wash your clothes?” Lydia teased, “Didn’t know you were even capable of working the washing machine.”

“Watch it Scarecrow, you’re tiny I could put you in it and turn on the spin cycle.”

“I’ll have you know I’ve tried that before! It won’t work if there’s a person inside…”

Beetlejuice got a glimmer in his eyes, “Wait wanna try it again after breakfast? I’m sure I can find out a way to make it work with you inside of it-”

“Sorry to interrupt what is bound to be a terrible terrible idea that will endanger Lydia’s wellbeing,” Barbara glared at the duo, “But what’s going on?”

“Not much honestly,” Beetlejuice stood back up from the table, the fabric of the skirt of his dress swaying along with his movements, “Adam, my dude, my bro. Join me.”

Adam blushed, “Sorry but dresses aren’t really my thing.”

“Why the hell not? They’re super freeing. To think, we are forced to cage our lower limbs in two cylinders when you can have them only in one, open cylinder. It is a liberating concept Adam. Clearly, Delia and Babs have got the right idea. Hell even little Deetz gets it”

Lydia beamed, “Viva la revolution! If wearing dresses is sticking it to society than sign me up right now.”

“I don’t know, I guess I just prefer to dress more masculine? Don’t get me wrong that dress looks great on you but I don’t think I’d be comfortable wearing on myself.”

Beetlejuice tilted his head, “The hell you mean more masculine?”

“Well typically guys don’t wear dresses like if you ever go in a baby store and go to the girl’s section it’s all dresses and pink and stuff but if you go over to the boy’s section it’s all overalls and blues.”

“Clothing doesn’t have a gender?”

“No you’re right you’re right.” Adam fumbled

“This should be good,” Lydia laughed as she drank the milk out of her cereal bowl before putting it in the sink

“Clothes don’t have a specific gender but like the way I choose to express..my gender...doesn’t include wearing a dress. I mean hey if yours does than absolutely go for it! People should dress however they want, I personally just don’t want to wear a dress.”

“What do you mean express my gender?” Beetlejuice asked

“So like I identify as a man, right? So I dress and present as a guy so that people refer to me like that.”

“Wait so how do you guys think of me? Like you guys percvieve me as one of two things? Are you forgetting that I am an actual demon, like wasn’t born human at all and can shapeshift? The hell am I supposed to be?”

“You could be non-binary?” Lydia suggested, “That’s kinda like when you don’t identify with either of the two typical genders. Some days you might dress like a guy, other days you can wear more feminine stuff but you have GOT to stop raiding my closet, I don’t care that you can shapeshift you cannot keep stealing my skirts and getting them dirty. I have to wear those for school you asshole.”

“So how does that sound to you?” Adam asked

“I mean that’s fine with me. I know you guys call me “he” all the time and I literally don’t care because I mean this whole gender thing is some human bullshit. Why the fuck does fabric have societal concepts attached to it?”

“Probably government propaganda.” Lydia shrugged, “So are we going to try and put me in the washing machine or….”

Barbara glared at her, “Absolutely not!”

[angryhausfrau-writes]

Something Old and Something New: Chapter 13 - The Morning After the Night Before

“Morning, Hawk.”

Hawkeye pulls him down for a kiss. “Good morning, Trapper.” They kiss again.

Seems like it's gonna be a pretty good morning, if Hawkeye's acting this affectionate. But first things first.

“I brang you a cup of coffee.” Trapper hands over the mug carefully, not wanting to dump hot coffee all over Hawkeye's lap. That'd really put a damper on the day.

Hawkeye puts the mug on the nightstand. Kisses Trapper again. Deeper, with more intent.

“Hmm. The room service at this hotel really is excellent.” Another kiss. “I'll have to stay here more often.”

And then Hawkeye's untying Trapper's robe and pushing it off his shoulders to pool on the floor. And Hawkeye's pulling Trapper into his lap, running his hands down Trapper's back, grabbing handfuls of his ass to pull them closer together. This time, it's Trapper who kisses Hawkeye.

“There's plenty of availability. I could book you in for the whole rest of your life, if you want.”

Hawkeye runs a hand through Trapper's hair. Smiles up at him so bright and warm. “I think I'd like that, Trap.”

Trapper kisses him deep and sweet. And when the kiss breaks, he rests his forehead against Hawkeye's. Breathes into the space between their bodies.

BJ wakes up to Trapper and Hawkeye eye fucking on the bed next to him. And if the way Hawkeye's kneading Trapper's ass, pulling him impossibly closer so they can rock together, is any indication – they're going to be actually fucking any minute now. BJ has no particular feelings about this. And neither does his hard on.

BJ shifts to a more comfortable position as Trapper reaches a hand down between his and Hawkeye's bodies. And he must make enough noise or a big enough movement that they notice. Because Trapper stills and Hawkeye's gaze snaps to BJ's face.

“I'm starting to notice a trend here, Beej,” Hawkeye teases, his pointed glance at BJ's hand on his cock – obvious even under the covers - enough to bring back all of last night.

BJ blushes and jerks his hand away from his crotch. “Sorry. Sorry. Let me clear out, give you some space...”

BJ tries to wrench himself out of bed while staying mostly covered by the sheets and looking around wildly for clothes that might belong to him.

“You don't gotta clear out,” Trapper says. And he lays a big hand on BJ's shoulder. BJ about leaps out of his skin. “Unless you wanna. But I kinda figured you and Hawkeye'd want this time together. That it oughtta be me clearing out.”

BJ gapes at him. That wasn't what he was expecting at all.

He says as much, prompting Hawkeye and Trapper to look at each other for a long moment.

“I think we need to talk about all this,” Hawkeye says, gesturing to encompass the bed and everyone in it.

BJ freezes like a deer in headlights.

“Not anything bad,” Hawkeye reassures him. “Just, I think we ought to set the record straight, so to speak. In the interests of emotional honesty and healthy relationships and all that jazz.”

Trapper settles back onto the bed. And BJ does not miss the warmth and grounding of his hand. Not at all.

“You been talking to Sidney, Hawk?”

“Nah, just thinking about what you were saying last night Trap. About BJ having a story in his head about how all of this was going to go.” Hawkeye pauses. “I had a story, too, I guess. And neither of them matched reality, so I think we should talk about it.”

Trapper shrugs. “I don't know that I had any kinda story in my head. Though I had kinda figured I'd come home and the two of you'd be fucking like rabbits. But I guess not everyone falls into bed as easy as me,” he looks a little rueful.

Hawkeye laughs. “You are pretty easy. But I guess that's what I mean. We all had different expectations about how this was going to work – and I think we should talk through it. Cuz I really want this to work out.”

“I want this to work, too,” BJ says, voice small.

“All right.” Trapper nods decisively. “But if I'm baring my soul, I wanna put on pants.”

“Do you think... do you think Peg ought to be part of this?” BJ sounds unsure – and this is why it's probably good to have this conversation, difficult as it is. Hawkeye doesn't want him going home sounding – feeling – like that.

“She is a pretty integral member of this little quartet,” Hawkeye says with a grin. “And I'm pretty sure she'd read us all the riot act if we didn't invite her.”

“I'll go put on another pot of coffee,” a now dressed Trapper offers.

And BJ doesn't know that he's going to be able to look at him and not see the version of him from last night - vulnerable, and on his knees, and loving it – superimposed over his cocky smirk, his broad shoulders. Fuck.

“I'm going to need to, uh, freshen up first.”

Hawkeye waves him regally towards the bathroom. “Knock yourself out.”

“There's Vaseline in the medicine cabinet,” Trapper adds helpfully. And BJ blushes hard enough he probably looks like a tomato.

Hawkeye laughs at both of them. And then shoos them out of the bedroom. “Scoot. Both of you. I'm finishing this cup of coffee in what counts for peace around here.” He holds up the mug. “And close the door after you!”

Trapper smiles fondly and complies. Then claps a hand on BJ's naked shoulder. “See you downstairs in a few.”

And if BJ rubs one out in Hawkeye and Trapper's bathroom to the sensation of Trapper's hands on his skin, and the sight of Hawkeye's warm, happy grin, that's not really anybody's business but his.

--

When Hawkeye makes his way downstairs – after finishing his coffee and the crossword from last night – Trapper has not only made another pot of coffee but what's probably a round dozen scrambled eggs, stacks of toast, and he's just transferring the last of a pan of bacon onto a paper towel.

“Oh, Trap.” Hawkeye comes up behind him, hugs him around his middle, tucks his nose into Trapper's t-shirt.

Trapper turns around in his arms. Hugs Hawkeye back. “I just. You know I ain't good with... with words. I needed to do something.”

Hawkeye cradles the back of Trapper's head, tucks him nice and safe into the join of his neck. “I know. And it's gonna be ok, Trapper. I promise.”

Trapper sniffs. “Yeah, I know.” And he pulls away, just enough to move his hands to Hawkeye's hips and to press a quick peck to his lips. “Now help me get all this shit to the table, huh?”

Hawkeye gives the base of Trapper's neck one last squeeze. “Sure Trap.”

“Well, this sure smells delicious,” Peg says when they're all gathered at the kitchen table, food dished out and coffee and orange juice poured. Because it feels like they're sitting on the precipice of something big – something important – and she wants to break the ice. But also, the food does smell delicious.

Trapper looks a little embarrassed. “Thanks. There may or may not be coffee cake in the oven for later.”

Hawkeye squeezes his knee under the table.

Trapper squeezes Hawkeye's knee in return. And that gives him the ability to start talking.

“I suppose you're wondering why I've called all of you here today.” Trapper gives him a look. “Ok, fine. I think we should all talk about yesterday and what we want out of the future and, and us.” Hawkeye gestures at the table at large.

At everyone's nod, he takes a deep breath and keeps going. “And since I'm the one bringing this up, I guess I'll go first. BJ, when you cut out after dinner, I felt like maybe you were having second thoughts about all this. Like you regretted it and, and just wanted to go back to Peg. To forget the whole thing.”

Another, deeper breath.

“I just... I would've liked to know what you were thinking, you know? How you felt about what we did. Instead of you just sobbing your heart out and then having sex with Peg. You could give a guy a real complex that way.” Hawkeye ends on a slightly bitter laugh and shoves another forkful of eggs into his mouth.

“Benjamin Joseph Hunnicutt! I cannot believe you!” Peg is practically standing on her chair to look him right in the eye, and BJ is in so much trouble.

“That's his name?” Hawkeye mouths to Trapper, who shrugs exaggeratedly.

“You told me you talked to Hawkeye! That the two of you understood each other. Jesus H Christ, BJ.”

“I did talk to him!” BJ protests. “I told him I loved him! What else is there to talk about?”

Peg and Trapper exchange incredulous looks.

Hawkeye gets up to fix himself more coffee. BJ can see the tense line of his back. The way his fists clench on the counter, on the handle of the coffee pot, on the back of his chair when he sits back down at the table. How his knuckles turn white on the handle of his coffee mug.

“Ok, ok. I can see that there's still more to talk about.” BJ runs a hand through his hair. “I guess I just felt really overwhelmed, after, you know? I didn't.. I still don't know what I'm doing. And with Peg, I know what to do. How to make her feel good, show her I love her, you know?”

“Sex,” Trapper mouths at Hawkeye.

“I got scared and it was easier to just run back to what was familiar.”

“Ah.” Hawkeye nods in acceptance. In relief. Because it's not him - he's not lacking somehow in BJ's estimation. It's just that BJ was feeling insecure. Which, that's pretty damn relatable. “Thank you for explaining. And I wouldn't judge you for, for lack of experience or anything. Just because I got most of my awkward fumbling out of the way as a teenager doesn't mean I don't remember what that was like. And we're all adults here, capable of communicating.”

Hawkeye ends on a firm note, like he can will it into existence just by saying it. And Trapper is a little skeptical of that. But it's worth working towards. So.

“I think we oughtta talk about the sex part some more. Cuz it's not that I, uh, didn't have a nice time last night. But it kinda got sprung on all of us – and I think we oughtta talk about, I dunno, expectations and stuff.”

Peg raises an eyebrow at BJ. And he must not have told her about his nocturnal wanderings. Great.

“Yeah, we probably should,” Hawkeye says. With a glance at Trapper that means he knows what Trapper's getting at. That they should talk about the whole deal with BJ thinking he was gonna be some kinda Prince Charming – some kinda savior to Hawkeye.

But before they can get into that whole can of worms, BJ speaks up. “See, that drives me absolutely crazy. Since we're being all honest with each other and everything. How the two of you just talk to each other like that with no words, so no one else knows what the hell you're saying to one another.” He's getting real worked up, and Peg surreptitiously slides the butter dish out of the way of his fist as it slams on the table. “Communicating like adults, my butt.”

Trapper glances to Hawkeye again, which probably doesn't help BJ's temper any.  But Hawkeye knows BJ better, knows how to deal with him better. Except it don't seem like Hawkeye's gonna jump in anytime soon. Ain't sure how to handle this. So it's up to Trapper to try and explain.

“Look, BJ. We ain't trying to exclude you or nothing. It's just that me and Hawkeye lived together for a while now and we know each other pretty good because of it.”

That might be a slight understatement, if he's being honest. But BJ's pissed and Trapper don't wanna get him any more jealous and angry than he is.

“You and Hawkeye do it too, dear,” Peg pipes up. She's mostly been a silent observer through all of this, eating one of the more awkward breakfasts of her life. But, honestly.

“We do?”

“Yes, dear, you do. The two of you touch constantly. It's like... it's like you have your own little code worked out just in elbowing each other.”

They're, well, they're pretty fucking obvious. Peg is a little surprised it took BJ as long as it did to realize he was in capital-L love with Hawkeye. But he's always been pretty terrible at self reflection.

“There's no call to be, to be jealous or anything,” Hawkeye says, finally. “Just because Trapper and I are close doesn't mean you and I aren't. It's not a competition.”

BJ doesn't look like he really believes that. And that's his own deal. But, that don't mean that the judicious application of truth won't help.

So Trapper is quick to follow that up with, “And I never really got why you were jealous of me, anyway. Hawkeye's been gone on you since the day you met.”

“Really?” BJ blinks in surprise. He'd been under the impression that Trapper's leaving had more than overshadowed his arrival in Korea. Had hated Trapper's guts even more because of it. “Regardless, I had plenty of reason to be jealous of the amazing Trapper John McIntyre. You were all everyone talked about when I showed up to the 4077. Trapper John and his amazing pranks and his amazing surgery and his amazing body.” He pitches his voice into one of comical fawning adoration. It's a fairly good rendition of old Ferret Face when talking about the military industrial complex, if BJ says so himself.

Hawkeye laughs. “Who was talking about that?”

“Did Margaret get drunk again?”

“Maybe it was Ginger, the two of you got along pretty well,” Hawkeye says with a lecherous eyebrow waggle.

And BJ really doesn't need to hear any more about Trapper's legendary prowess with the nurses. “Ok, ok, maybe I made that last part up.” Although Hawkeye had been pretty fond of reminiscing about his handsome, muscular tent-mate when he got drunk enough. “But the rest still stands. I was, I felt like I was just your replacement. Trapper version two. Everyone compared me to you – and I never felt like I measured up.”

Peg squeezes his hand in reassurance. And BJ takes a breath.

“But even more than that, I felt like... I felt like you got there first. Like you got to know parts of Hawkeye I can't know – that I can only hear about in stories. And I'm jealous that you get to know those parts of him.”

And, ok. That's a lot. A lot of stuff Trapper can't really do nothing about, since it's the past and he wasn't even there. But.

“You know parts of him that I don't know, too, BJ. Like. Like at the end, for the real bad shit. You were there for that.”

“We don't. We don't really talk about the war that much. The bad stuff, anyway,” Hawkeye says quietly. Trapper puts a comforting hand on Hawkeye's shoulder. And he unashamedly leans into it. “But it changed us – all of us – right down to our bones. And you've seen parts of me that Trapper never has. Just like he's seen parts of me you haven't. It doesn't make one more or less meaningful, I don't think.”

Peg speaks up again. A little hesitant about butting in at this emotional moment. But there's things she needs to say now. “There's parts of you I can never know, BJ. As much as, as much as you wanted to come home and pick your life right back up where you left it, you changed. I changed. We all changed. And Hawkeye knows the ways you changed, what it was that changed you, in a way I can never know.”

“Oh, Peg.” BJ sounds anguished and she takes his hand, trying to offer comfort.

“It's not a bad thing, BJ. It's just how it is – I wasn't there, I didn't experience what you went through. All I can do is listen and try to understand. But I can't know, not like Hawkeye can.”

Trapper shifts a little uncomfortably. This is all hitting kinda close to home, the whole deal about you changing and your wife changing and your kids changing. The war changing you.

And he's honestly glad that BJ and Peg are making things work. Including the whole BJ also being in love with Hawkeye part – which would not have flown with Louise at all – even if it is unconventional. They deserve to be happy. To have a nice, abnormal, happy life with their kids and their dog and their white picket fence. But it's kinda a relief when the timer goes off on the coffee cake and he can escape to the kitchen to go deal with that for a while.

--

When he comes back to the table, they've all moved on to talking about sex again, which is a topic Trapper is much better equipped to deal with.

“So,” Peg is saying, “all three of you had sex together?”

BJ nods. Although he's not really sure that it counts as them all having sex together since it had been Trapper getting him and Hawkeye off and then getting off with Hawkeye separately.

Peg raises an eyebrow at BJ's response. She's genuinely surprised that BJ would even stand to be in the same room as Trapper, much less have sex with him.

“We, uh. I walked in on them,” BJ says with a blush. “And they didn't, uh, they didn't kick me out.”

“Aw, who could kick you out?” Hawkeye asks, and pinches BJ's cheek exaggeratedly. “Besides, Trapper was right when he insinuated I wouldn't mind jumping your bones. Or having you jump mine.”

“Speaking of Trapper,” Peg says, guiding them back to the more prescient topic in her mind. Because she really doesn't want the elephant in the room, so to speak, coming back to bite them all later. “Where does he fit in all of this? Because my understanding was that BJ and Hawkeye were an item and Trapper and Hawkeye were an item, but not all three of you at once.”

Trapper shrugs. “I don't really mind either way. But I gotta say, BJ, I think we oughtta set the record straight about what exactly kinda relationship you think Hawkeye and I have. Especially if the two of us are gonna fuck.”

BJ blushes. And it ain't real clear if it's from embarrassment or something else. “I know I was wrong about how you, how you and Hawkeye are. How you treat Hawkeye. It's just that, uh, you're really... manly, ok? Just stupidly movie-star handsome. Cocky.  A real tom-cat. And everyone at the 4077 talked about how much you slept around with all the nurses – while you were sleeping with Hawkeye, apparently. And Hawkeye deserves better than that!”

“Oh, BJ. That's very sweet.” Hawkeye lays a hand on his arm. “And I absolutely deserve men falling at my feet. Worshiping me a la Helen of Troy.”

Peg thinks that's a particularly telling metaphor, given that Helen had been whisked away from her husband by Paris when he'd been staying at her home, under the geas of hospitality. She can only hope that this little visit doesn't launch a decades long war. Because it's obvious that they won't be able to resolve everything today – there's just too much baggage to be cleared up with a single conversation.

It does bode well that they're talking things through, though.

“But,” Hawkeye continues, “Trapper and I both knew that Korea wasn't – couldn't – be more than a fling.”

“I was married, for Chrissakes.” And not to a woman as understanding as Peg Hunnicutt.

“And I was going to go home to Crabapple Cove and get married and take over my dad's practice and have a bunch of kids and a white picket fence. There was no room for anything but friendship and, and a fun romp.”

“And it was an awful lotta fun.” Trapper's smirk could best be described as lethal.

And BJ just doesn't understand. “You didn't think. I mean, you knew it wasn't going to be forever? And you still slept together?” Why?

“Yeah.” Trapper shrugs. “I mean, the sex was good. Why wouldn't we?”

“I know you didn't really go in for casual sex, Beej, but it was a way to feel alive in the middle of the horror and death and, and just plain misery. A way to stay sane.” Hawkeye's tone is plaintive. And BJ doesn't know if it's because of the memories this conversation is bringing up or because he wants BJ to understand.

But BJ cannot understand. “So that makes it ok? That Trapper slept around on you? That Trapper cheated on his wife?”

“Look, I ain't proud of cheating on Louise. It was shitty of me to do. But what? You want me to do penance? I've done that. Said a whole chorus of Ave Marias. Apologized to her. Gotten a fucking divorce cuz I couldn't, cuz I couldn't find a way to reach back out to her after I got home.”

Trapper takes a breath. Settles down from the pitched intensity he'd reached. Continues, calmer. “But if you want me to regret it. If you want me to agonize over it – I can't. Cuz it's in the past and there's nothing I can do to change it.”

BJ doesn't know what to say in response to that. Can't imagine what it's like not to agonize over every mistake. Over his infidelity. His betrayal of his wife's trust.

His wife who's laying a gentle hand on BJ's arm. “I know you're in things for the long haul, BJ. That when you love someone you love them wholly and completely. That's why, well, that's why I was so ok with all of this, I think. I know that just because you love Hawkeye that way doesn't mean you love me any less.”

BJ nods. He loves her so, so much.

“But not everyone is like that, Beej. I've had plenty of sex with people I didn't particularly care about – or even know the name of. And obviously this is different. This is love. And I'm glad I get to have this with you – with both of you. But that doesn't make me regret the other kind of sex, or think it's bad or anything.”

“I don't – I can't agree with that,” BJ says quietly. “But I'm glad to know that this is different. That it means something. That it's not just a, a fling. A sordid affair.”

Hawkeye takes BJ's hand. “Nothing sordid about it, Beej.” And then, with a flamboyant clasp of BJ's hand to his chest, exclaims, “I'm ready for you to make an honest woman out of me.”

And that breaks the tension pretty well. So Peg takes BJ's other hand and they sit there for a while in comfortable understanding.

--

“So I'm pretty sure that means you don't wanna fuck me,” Trapper says, after what he figures is a reasonable interval for sentimentality. “Cuz of us not being in love and all.”

Which is fine. Trapper doesn't particularly care. He just wants all this hashed out in a way that everyone can live with.

And for Hawkeye to hopefully get his rocks off with BJ sometime in the near future. Cuz otherwise, it's kinda a wasted trip.

BJ blushes. Because the thing is, is that he actually kind of does want to fuck Trapper.

He's, well, he's hot, ok. Trapper's objectively attractive. Seeing him naked, feeling his hand on your naked skin – that would get anyone a little hot under the collar. BJ's only human.

And there's the other part of this, too. “You'd, um, you'd be ok with me being the one to... lead, so to speak?”

Trapper laughs. “You mean, am I ok with taking it up the ass?” He shrugs. “I figured you'd prefer it to the other way around.”

“And if you ever do want to try it the other way,” Hawkeye says, “you'll probably want to start out on a beginner model. Work your way up.”

Peg arches a single, elegant eyebrow.

And Trapper shrugs nonchalantly. Like he's saying, “Yeah, my dicks huge. What can you do.”

And Jesus Christ. Is everything about him built just to bring out BJ's insecurities? Apparently yes.

But back to the matter at hand. “It's just. You don't really seem like the type to, uh...”

Trapper sighs. Cuz they're back at this thing again. “Look, I know you got some kinda idea that – how do I say this – that I'm the man and Hawkeye's the woman and that, that I gotta be the one in charge cuz of it. That I can't want to be, or enjoy being, the one “following.” Like it would be... like it would be too queer.” Trapper laughs a little bitterly. “Well, I got some news for you on that front.”

And ok. That's fair. Walking in on a guy with another man's cock in his mouth doesn't really leave a lot of room for ambiguity. But it's just that, “Hawkeye's always, um, making jokes about being a wife or getting pregnant or that kind of thing. So I thought...”

“We were all like that?” Hawkeye teases. “Fey and flamboyant and feminine?”

And sure, if Hawkeye's literally his only frame of reference, Trapper can see how he'd figure that.

Hawkeye raises an exceptionally camp hand to his chest. “While I admit that I prefer to be on the receiving end, shall we say, that doesn't mean I don't like it the other way, too. I like a little variety. I wouldn't want to be boring.”

Peg laughs. “I don't think anyone can accuse you of that.”

Hawkeye grins at her. “You are a very astute woman, Mrs. Hunnicutt. Which is why I have one final question.” Because all the heavy, difficult stuff has been worked through well enough and they can afford to lighten the mood a little. “How did you figure out BJ's real name? He refuses to tell me and it's been driving me nuts!”

Peg leans in and lowers her voice conspiratorially. “You know, we've been married for years and he won't tell me either. So I've just been making some up whenever I need to full name him.”

Hawkeye leans back expansively in his seat and grins pointedly at BJ. “Making names up, huh? What an excellent idea.”

And BJ foresees months of letters addressed to Beelzebub Jehoshaphat or similar. He smiles despite himself. And it probably looks ridiculously sappy, but he can't find it in himself to mind.

--

While Hawkeye and BJ are having a moment, Trapper clears all the breakfast dishes and brings out the coffee cake. And, cuz they're prolly all talked out about the difficult, emotional shit, he herds them all out to the living room where it's a little more open and spread out. Though he still ends up crammed onto the couch with the other three, Hawkeye half in his lap and half draped over BJ, who's trying very hard not to elbow Peg in the face as he eats.

And he wouldn't say it's comfortable. Not yet. But it feels like maybe it could get to be that way.

[haiyuta]

Lessons | Aussie line

summary: you and your bf Felix need a little help in the bedroom

word count: 1.4k || Genre: fingering, bj, facial, kissing, poly (kinda) aussie line x reader, smut with a little plot, I guess kinda, if you squint, 

a/n: Im a big ole aussie line thot so here it goes. I could have wrote a lot more but I just couldn’t really mess with a plot atm sowry. Hope you enjoy bbys!! (sorry no one literally asked for this)

Your face was burning hot feeling Chan's arm wrapped around your waist he was so close. Your heart raced and your body already warming up at the close feeling of Chan. Glancing over you eyed your boyfriend, your significant other, the guy who makes your heart swell with love Felix, his dark eyes were watching you and Chan attentively. With want.

How did you get in this rather lucky situation? Smushed between your lovely Australian boyfriend Felix and his handsome blond friend Chan. 

Soon after you and Felix dated it was wonderful from the way he would make you laugh at his jokes, to the way he held your hand and kissed you to his honest romance. Once you and Felix finally 'did it' it was lackluster and messy full of love of course but you both were a mess of hormones and rushing through the whole process.

That's where Bang Chan comes in. Close friends with Felix and in Felix words basically his Australian brother. Felix venting his frustration about underperforming lead to Chan saying he could help.

And now you sitting snuggly between Chan's strong thighs your legs open as his fingers lightly pressed against your yoga pants. He lightly played with the fabric not yet dipping into you as you wanted.

"Mmmh she's a little jumpy," Chan chuckled as his fingertips drew small patterns along your stomach.

You eyed your boyfriend he was watching Chan next to you attentively drinking in every movement from Chan. Feeling the blonds fingers gently pressed against your already damp slit made you whine as he lazily played with you.

"Can't leave our boy Felix out of this," Chan hummed. "Give our babygirl a kiss," Chan said.

Felix looked from Chan back to you he gently moved closer to you leaning in to capture your lips.   Letting your eyes flutter close you let his warm lips gently massage yours. He lead your kiss as his hand laid on your thigh.

Encouragements were whispered out by Chan. You felt his other hand lead to your jaw as he rubbed it to open your mouth. "Use the best part," Chan grinned.

Feeling your tongue peak out you pressed your mouth gently into your boyfriend's mouth. Your tongue naturally massaging one another.

Chan's finger did a rhymic teasing your slit making your head dizzy with the overwhelming stimulation. The natural wetness of you started to dampen the cotton making your insides warm-up at the touch of Chan's fingers.

"Mmmh kissing Felix so good while I tease you," you heated up at those words. "Such a greedy girl," Chan grinned.

The small make-out session and tentative teasing made a small mew let out of you. You felt Chan gently pull at your yoga pants "May I," he asked kindly. Breaking the kiss you felt flushed as you eyed Chan's handsome face.

"Please," you broke out. Chan helped you shimmy out of your yoga pants leaving you in your lace panties.

"Mmh Felix your so lucky," Chan glanced at his friend for a moment. Chan gently grabbed your hand leading you back into his lap.

"See Felix she's already so wet from us," Chan lustful voice filled you. His gentle fingers found your center pushing your panties away. Those beautiful slender fingers found your slit the direct contact made a low whine leave you.

Chan gently kissed your neck. Felix ever so close watching intensely at Chan movements. "Just slow gentle circles," his thick Australian accent whispered out.

You gestured for Felix to come closer to you. His small eyes widen as he came closer to you. The slow pleasure was making your toes clench and all you wanted was your boyfriend. Your head rested on Felix's shoulder looking down watching Chan's fingers lazily rubbed you. The image of that almost sent you almost the edge. You pushed it off trying not to come as fast as you normally do with Felix.

"Does that feel good," Felix spoke up his deep voice making your body reverberate with want. "Does it baby," he egged on.

"Yes it really does," you gasped out enjoying the feeling. Felix's slender fingers gently pushed the fabric at the bottom as he teased your wetness. The feeling of the different paces, the different men and the pleasure was getting to you.

Clutching Felix's black shirt you let out a whiny moan. "Felix you should go slow and fast," Chan recommended his pace still insanely slow. Your boyfriend followed his word as he slowly worked you slow with teasing inserting and fast with rapid speed.

The pressure in your lower stomach was building the erotic nature of the situation was so amazing. Sandwiched between your boyfriend and his incredibly handsome friend. Moaning at the stimulation it was getting to much for you. Felix spoke up "she's shaky," he sounded amazed.

Your stomached clenched and your thighed involuntary tried to clench closed but Chan wouldn't allow it. You clutched Felix as the dazzling orgasm spread across your body from the tip of your toes to the top of your head.

"Rub her through it that's the best," Chan chuckled as he slowed down as he leads you through your orgasm.

Coming down from your orgasm you eyed Felix's sweats a light outline of his hard cock slowly. "Should I," you hesitated glancing at the blond.

"Please Felix baby," Chan grinned watching you. "He looks so needy," and he really did his face was twisted with want.  The post-orgasm glow of you made you want to fall asleep but wanting to return the favor to your boyfriend for giving you an amazing finish.

"Mmmh don't take it out yet," Chan directly as you pushed yourself lower on your knees for Felix.

You heard Felix suck in a light breath at your new position. On your knees for him. "Tease him through his briefs," Chan said sitting next to you watching you.

You followed his advice teasing his cock through the cloth. Your fingernails raking over it making him let out a whine. Your fingertip stopped at the tip lightly teasing it noticing how wet it was already. "Fuck Y/n's amazing," Chan praised your ability.

You heard the shuffle of clothing realizing Chan was now touching himself to the site of you teasing Felix. "Take him out and please our Felix," Chan directed. You noted the word 'Our' for a moment. You followed taking Felix's out of his straining briefs.

"Lick the tip," Chan moaned you gave a quick side-eyed Chan's cock it was hot seeing him jerk off to you sucking your boyfriend and his friend off.  His cock was hard and ready as he pleasured himself. Gazing up at Felix his eyelids low as he watched you his cheeks lightly flush with red.

Teasing the tip you lightly kissed it rubbing the head making more precum come out lubbing up his cock. Wanting to please him you gently teased him slowly with want you kitten licked his head.

"Fuck," Felix moaned out. His accent plus his deep voice making it slightly more hot than normal.

"Pump him gently," Chan moaned his hips opening as his fist gently. You used your other hand to pump the rest of his throbbing cock. You focused your attention on Felix sucking and jerking him off. Giving him pleasure stirred up more want inside you.

"Touch my," Felix moaned lifting his hips gently not saying it but you already knew what he wanted. Your hand went to his balls gently focusing your attention to them. Your gag reflex apparent so you couldn't deep throat him

"Shit this is hot," Chan gave a deep needy moan at the site. After a second in your palm, you felt them tighten a sign he was coming.

"Fuck Y/n I'm-" Felix let out a deep moan as he came you jerked away letting him come on his lap and your face. Chan came closer on your face. You flinched slightly as he showered you with his essence.

You sat there half pleased with yourself and half shocked that Felix and you both came so good tonight. Knowing if it was just you two it would have been a mess.

"Fuck sorry Y/n I hope that didn't get in your eye," Chan apologized as he grabbed a small tissue wiping the come off your face.

"That was amazing thank you chan," you thanked him as you lightly wiped your handoff.

"Lesson one complete," Chan grinned as he gently tucked himself in. You grinned rather excited for lesson two.