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#as I rub my legs together like a cricket
mightbeautistic · 2 years
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Me: I must be faking my autism
Also me: wow what a long day of socialising, I feel like I'm going to die if I don't crawl into bed with my Good Texture blanket and rhythmically rub my feet together while I read about this topic I'm "abnormally" interested in
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papershipghosts · 5 months
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Happy birthday to The Original Pookie
Wish we could have a huge Goosecord party 🫶 so glad to know you, you make me laugh every day and you have the BIGGEST galaxy brain
Have fun and don’t do anything Holland wouldn’t do
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Love from ken-dom
stawwwwp:3 you got me putting my hand over my face n GIGGLINGGGGG. I'm so glad to have been invited into the server and i promise to interlink our brains again and I'm definitely pulling a holland getting drunk and doing a flip head first over the balcony🫶🫶🫶 THANK YEWWW
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thesaltyace · 1 year
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Me: Looks up Restless Leg Syndrome for definitely not the first time because surely this can/can't be what's been annoying me at night for years.
Mayo Clinic:
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Hehehehe I shaved my legs to go to the bar and now I am so so so comfy in my bed uwu I am all smooth and cozy and full of alcohol and I am going to have the best sleepy time ever ^_^
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wonhostiddymilk · 2 years
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i need to get wonhos laser persons number actually ..
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You really forget how badly poor circulation affects your entire body until youve been home for 2 hours and your legs are still cold to the touch like you just came in from outside. Smh. Puts my cold feet on you
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catboyvader · 1 year
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cattatoir · 2 years
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New tattoos giving me the forbidden itch
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deer-knight · 3 months
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it's 2024 you know what that means: time to stop shaving massive swaths of your body! listen. cmere. listen to me. if you're someone who regularly shaves your legs/armpits/arms/groin/etc. this is it. this is your sign.
now listen. i know. it feels so nice and smooth! you rub your legs together like cricket! swish swish! listen to me - have you ever fully let yourself have body hair? i mean it. fully let your hair grow until it doesnt grow any longer?
let me tell you something - i am a texture-sensitive being. truly. i was also someone who had to shave my legs daily if i wanted to give the illusion of a creature that doesn't have leg hair. and the fresh shave smoothness was nice! and the scratchy nonsense that started poking through at the end of the day was terrible! it also sucked to torture my skin this way all the time. i have thick, dark hair. and everyone would be on my case about it - my mother, sister, grandmother, kids at school or summer camp. "you missed a spot!" i banish you to the shadow realm.
beyond just knowing that the beauty standards of the world we live in are fucked, consider this an opportunity to just be curious about your body. it's 2024! gender is dead! humans often are covered in hair! its normal! people might give you a hard time about it. the best we can do is ignore them, if they are not the sort to see it as an opportunity to learn.
when i started wearing my unshaved legs bare i was so nervous. and after i made it clear to the people who would have bothered me about it that i wasn't going to bend to their expectations, nobody has really mentioned it. i've had kids ask why i have hair in my armpits or on my legs, because they don't have filters and are curious about their world, and i just say that its normal to have hair or to not have hair, for all people of all genders.
it takes a little bit of time to adjust to the feeling and texture. this much is true. but oh my gosh, i beg of you to try. even if you think you wont get over the sensory nightmare of the initial scratchiness. i haven't shaved in 7, 8 years now, and my hair is still thick and dark but the texture has softened so much, and i love the swish of hair on my legs, in my armpits, all over. i'm not on testosterone or anything, i'm just a hairy creature. y'all, it's so beautiful. it keeps me warm! it's soft in a different way - i can even condition it if i want extra softness! its an incredible texture, and i'm so grateful i let my body be the way it's always wanted to be.
it's 2024. you don't have to shave anymore. if you've been thinking about it, now's the time. free yourself. doesn't matter your gender or sexuality or anything. it doesn't make you less feminine, it doesn't make you less refined, it doesn't make you less sexy or less lovable or anything like that. anyone who says different isn't worth your time.
been wanting to make this post for a while now. your body is yours, and you can let it be as hairy as you like <3
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eoieopda · 6 months
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all my dreamin' | hjs
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all my dreamin' is only put to shame / and darlin', all my dreamin' has only been given a name / but it came easy, darlin' / as natural as another leg around you in the bed frame.
pairing: joshua hong x reader summary: your LA boyfriend wasn't built for midwest winters. ⇢ insp. by hozier's "to someone from a warm climate (uiscefhuarithe)" type: one-shot | fluff 'n smut wc: only 2.5k! au: established relationship rating: 18+ (minors do not have my consent to interact) cw: afab! and american!reader; cuddling (👀) for warmth; gropin’ and grindin’; k*ss*ng; slow, unprotected morning sex; p in v penetration. a/n: i love two (2) men — andrew hozier byrne and hong jisoo. idk what else you want me to say, lol. barely proofread (sorry!) 🔞 MINORS WHO INTERACT WITH ME AND/OR MY CONTENT WILL BE BLOCKED, WHETHER OR NOT THE CONTENT IS NSFW. I’M AN ADULT WRITING EXCLUSIVELY FOR OTHER ADULTS.
Slatted shades don’t stand much of a chance against the blinding white outside your window. It seeps through the cracks, sunshine refracting harshly off of knee-deep snow and stinging eyes that haven’t yet consented to opening fully. 
Even though that laser-focused beam of light hits you between your eyebrows, it’s not the reason you’re awake in the first place. The real reason is next to you with his head ducked under the covers, rubbing his flannel-coated legs together like he’s trying to start a fire.
“Cricket?” You mumble. 
Still heavy with sleep you didn’t get enough of, your head lolls to the side. If your boyfriend was still topside, you’d be nose to nose; but he’s not, and he doesn’t seem to hear you from inside the cocoon he’s made for himself. 
A little louder, your gravelly voice makes a second attempt. “Are you alive under there?”
“No,” comes the world’s most pitiful whimper from somewhere near your rib cage.
You don’t know what you expected.
With a muffled grunt of effort, you pull the edge of the covers away from your chin and wiggle your way down. In the half-light, you can’t make out Joshua’s face in its entirety. His sweatshirt strings are pulled tight and knotted, hiding most of his features from the air his breath has already started to make hot. All that’s left is the tip of his nose, one eye, and a single, loose wave between the two.
There’s also a hint of a frown in there somewhere when he peeps, “I’m cold.”
You shift even further until he’s within swaddling distance. Wrapping one leg over his topmost thigh, you pull him closer and allow him to nestle his face into the spot below your chin. From where he’s hiding, he can’t see you smirking. It’s for the best, really.
“Hi, Cold.”
“Don’t.”
You don’t listen. Instead, you snicker, more to yourself than him, “I’m Dad.”
Joshua lets out a long groan in reply, but that’s no surprise; you’re huddled so closely together that you felt it building in his chest. 
When it grows quiet again, and you’re no longer laughing at your own joke, the two of you each deflate against each other. Yesterday’s journey from LAX was exhausting in and of itself, and the several-hour leap in time hasn’t made things any easier since you landed. Neither has the weather surrounding your family’s cabin, although you’re faring much better than Joshua is.
His groggy voice comes out of nowhere, startling you. “I don’t know why people live here on purpose.”
From the sound of it, he’s already halfway back to sleep. His arm slips over your waist and pulls you closer, and you get the sneaking suspicion that he’d slip into the front of your sweatshirt if he thought for sure that he could fit. Frankly, you’re shocked he hasn’t tried. His clinginess increases exponentially when he’s exhausted.
“The midwest isn’t a choice; it’s a consequence,” you sigh. “I think being born here was a penance for crimes I committed in a past life.”
Without opening his eyes, Joshua mumbles, “Bleak.”
“Bleak indeed, cricket.”
The third time really must be the charm. Joshua snorts, much too tired to laugh any harder than that, and asks, “Does that mean what I think it means?”
Biting back a smile, you tilt your head backwards enough to kiss his forehead — what little you can see of it, anyway.
“That your self-warming violin legs kept me up all night?” Your amusement only grows when you peek down at him and find him glaring up at you. “Yes. Yes, it does.”
Lower lip poking out, he scrunches his eyebrows. As offended as he pretends to be, he can’t hide that ever-present twinkle in his eyes. “You could have saved me, you know,” he sniffs.
You mimic his tone with a smirk. “I turned the thermostat up as high as it goes, you know.”
The most you get out of him is a grunt acknowledging that he heard you. Normally, you’d accept this lack of retort as a demurrer, but then you feel his cold fingertips slink below the waistband of your sleep shorts, chilling the bare skin at your hip bone; and it finally hits you.
The thermostat wasn’t the remedy Joshua had been praying for.
As you untie the strings of his sweatshirt hood, you tell yourself that it’s retaliation that motivates your movements — paying him back for his freezing hands by exposing his face to equally cold air. That’s bullshit, though, and you know it. The truth is that you can’t card your fingers through hair that’s covered in thick, grey fabric.
You can’t steal kisses from hidden lips, either.
When Joshua’s mouth is finally on yours, you giggle without meaning to because he still tastes like last night’s spearmint toothpaste. You’d love to tease him for it, but your mind goes blank before you can try. He licks into your mouth, and your snark turns into a breathy little moan instead; he swallows it eagerly, smiling against your lips.
Pinch me. I’m dreaming.
The sudden snap of your elastic waistband against the small of your back makes you jolt. You pull back, lips swollen and kiss-bitten, and balk. He doesn’t give you the opportunity to scold him, however.
“You’re insane for wearing shorts when it’s this cold,” Joshua insists. When you don’t bother to justify your decision — you’re not as much of a freeze baby as he is — he nips at your bottom lip. “I’m grateful, though. They’re easier to work around.”
You’re grateful that his hands have gotten warmer, the longer they cling to you, but you don’t say as much out loud — your body responds for you. His fingers knead into the flesh of your ass, and you roll your hips forward, chasing friction. You find it easily; it’s growing thicker by the second.
“Shit, sweetheart.” He’s still so tired that his words come out slurred — adorable — yet rough around the edges, which drives you the slightest bit wild. “Please do that again.”
“You just want me to do all the work.” You nudge the tip of his nose with yours. The sharp contrast in temperature isn’t lost on you; in fact, you adore it. His sensitivity to cold is one of a million endearing things about him. “Isn’t that right, cricket?” 
The half-expectant, half-sheepish look Joshua sends you confirms that yes, he does. But he asked nicely, and this isn’t on the shortlist of things you wouldn’t do for him, so you grant his wish without complaint.
It’s more than a little bit pathetic that such a lazy motion — a fully-clothed one, at that — makes you both moan in tandem. It’s haphazard, the way your fumbling fingers reach for the knot of his waistband. Your motor skills are still asleep, it seems, making an easy task infinitely more difficult. It only gets worse, the more frustrated you get.
You snag a fingernail on the stubborn flannel and hiss, “Jesus.”
“It’s pronounced Jisoo,” he supplies unhelpfully. 
To avoid the consequences of that quip, Joshua ducks his head down to leave a smattering of lazy kisses along the length of your neck. Whatever you might’ve clapped back with is replaced with a relieved sigh when the drawstrings’ vice grip on one another finally gives. 
Tugging unsuccessfully at the waistband in your hands, you pout. “Help.”
With the way he whines, you’d think you asked him to move a mountain. 
Melodramatically, Joshua’s head drops sideways. It lands with a muffled thump against the scrunched-up comforter that still surrounds you. He doesn’t move another muscle until you open your mouth to nag him; still frowning, still uncoordinated, his hands take the place of yours. His hips lift just enough for him to shimmy his pajama pants down — just enough to provide access.
You roll your eyes at his refusal to undress any further, but before he can remind you of how cold he is, you catch him by the mouth. Successfully placated, Joshua accepts your lips on his with an appreciative hum. That sound transforms into something bordering a groan when your hand claims his length and starts stroking him slowly.
Just like that, Joshua melts under your touch, like putty molding to your frame. His leaking cock is the exception; the only part of him that seems awake enough to beg for you. He’s throbbing in your hand and — once again — you can’t help but laugh. 
Joshua’s incredulous eyes widen, silently demanding an explanation. 
“Some of you is warm,” you offer with a cheeky grin. To ease that wrinkle between his brows, you envelope the crown of his cock with your palm and roll your wrist. The gentle squeeze prompts him to grind forward into your fist, making your stomach flip. “Must be thawing out a little bit.”
“Not fair,” he says, even though he’s moaning with screwed-shut eyes. “Can’t tease me until I’m adequately caffeinated. The Keurig is a million miles away.”
It’s one room over. 
The cabin you’ve borrowed from your parents is a mere six-hundred square feet.
You digress.
The prospect of coffee makes it even harder to fight off the urge to yawn, but you manage to do so. You manage to shimmy even closer to him, too, until the only barrier left is a thin layer of damp cotton. It’s his hand that drops down now to push it aside, making you shiver; and it’s him looking at you through half-lidded eyes that stokes the fire simmering in your belly.
“C’mere, sweetheart,” Joshua whispers. 
If his words weren’t invitation enough, the come hither motion of his fingers is. The brush of his fingertips against your clit is so enticing that you decide right then and there to follow wherever he leads. 
You’re the one melting when the tip of his cock replaces his fingers, flicking over that same spot, then gliding through your slicked folds. Each pass pulls another needy sigh right out of you. He takes every little sound he can tease out of you, as if he’s collecting them. 
When the target switches to your entrance, however, you go silent. Your fingers grip the sleeve of his sweatshirt, your forehead drops to lean against his, and your gasp dies on your tongue. It comes out of Joshua’s mouth instead, spearmint breath cooling as it fans across your face.
He might never say so out loud, but this is his favorite way to fuck you — holding you close against him, holding eye contact, holding his eagerness back to slide into you slowly. When he watches your breath catch, his pupils dilate; and he licks his lips, as if he tastes the moans you can’t quite vocalize.
For what it’s worth, you love him like this, too. Him and the drag of his cock; the way it makes pleasure course through you like molasses. The way he capitalizes on the angle of your leg draped over his hip, tilting up to graze your g-spot with a dizzying precision.
As hard as you try, you can’t think of anything better than this. There’s nothing as perfect as his hand’s light hold on your ass cheek, guiding you up and down his length; so fucking deep, but in no rush at all.
Mornings were made to be spent tangled up with him.
“Do you hear that?” Joshua murmurs against your lips. You thread your fingers through his hair and nod, whimpering as you cling to him even tighter. 
How could you not? 
Your arousal floods with every languid thrust, and you know without looking that he’s completely coated in you. And if his satisfied smirk tells you anything, it’s that he can feel you dripping from his shaft down to his balls. You have no reason to doubt it; your inner thighs are a mess.
Joshua takes his hand off your ass just to hitch your leg even higher up on his side. Immediately, you see stars. You can’t even articulate how fucking incredible it feels, having him this deep, so you kiss him with more desperation than you ever have; and you hope he can guess how close you are to unraveling.
It’s impossible to say whether he can read your mind or just your body, but Joshua picks up the pace ever so slightly. As he does, there’s a subtle swirl to his hips when he thrusts into you that has every one of your synapses lighting up like a switchboard. 
“Fuck,” is your eloquent, shuddered response. 
It’s the best you can offer when you're falling apart like this, clenching tightly around him to push you both closer to the edge. No better off, Joshua seems like he’s barely surviving the way your cunt grips him. His voice sounds as shaky as you feel: 
“I l-love it when you do that.” 
To prove it, he flicks his tongue along your bottom lip and begs you to open up for him. You comply automatically, earning a pleased hum from him that tingles down your spine.
You’d kiss him like this all day if you could, but the wildfire burning through the pit of your abdomen is becoming impossible to fight. Ironic, you think, given how completely you’ve soaked through your sleep shorts and how much you’re shivering.
Involuntarily, your head tilts backwards as the pleasure blooms. Joshua traps your bottom lip between his teeth — not hard enough to hurt, but firmly enough to keep you from disappearing. You know him; you know how much he loves to watch your pupils blow when you cum all over him, and that dead-set determination is crystal clear in the way he fights to keep his heavy-lidded eyes open.
He loses that battle mere seconds after your choked gasp, when your walls flutter around him and you start trembling. He’s twitching inside of you, release spilling, and now he’s the one who starts to laugh.
“What?” You’re still floating somewhere in the stratosphere, but you manage to snort, landing a playful swat on his bare hip. He doesn’t react at all, but you massage your palm into his flesh to soothe him anyway. “What’s so funny?”
In a sudden burst of energy, Joshua’s hands fly up to grab the comforter resting over your heads. With a grunt, he flings it off of you both, thrusting your unsuspecting body into cold air. He doesn’t even notice your startled yelp.
“So hot in there,” he pants. For emphasis, he runs the back of his hand over his forehead. He wasn’t lying; there’s a faint sheen of sweat on his knuckles when he pulls them away again. “Jesus. It’s like a fucking sauna.”
You reach out to unstick a strand of hair from his slicked skin, then you let your arm flop limply back against the pillows. Grinning, you tease, “I thought it was pronounced Jisoo.”
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undercovercameron · 1 year
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only you
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summary: a midnight meeting is never off the table for him.
notes: i cranked this one out like two two weeks ago but i didnt get around to editing it... apologies! this is a continuation of my same person, same mistakes fic, as it concerns rafe with a gf and the reader being highschool fwb with him. features a masturbation kink, dirty talk, and a whole lot of nostalgia! enjoy my darlings, and dont forget to watch the fuck out of obx 3 (i finished it an hour ago and its 2:00 am my time and im not sure). feel free to talk to me about it ;)
tags: rafe cameron x fem!reader
word count: 2213
It’s nearly 3 am when he shows up at your house, mind all over the place, and parks in your driveway. He knows your parents won’t be mad seeing his truck— they can’t help but love him. He slams the driver’s door shut and jogs around to the backyard, breathless in the cooler night air. The grassy shore two hundred or so yards from your house ripples with the harsh wind of early summer storms, and he wipes a hand at his forehead. It’s still hot. 
Rounding the corner, he sees the metal basin that curves around one of your basement bedroom windows, and drops down onto the gravel that lies at the bottom. 
You barely register the sound, fast asleep in your bed when he glances in at the dark room. 
He digs around for a second in the gravel and finds the familiar curve of the window key and quickly unlocks the latch. Throwing it back down, he uses his arms to push up on the handle and slide it far enough so that he can crawl in. 
You turn onto your back in your bed, and he nearly smiles at how you look. So calm, yet so stressed with your eyebrows drawn. But Rafe just hops into your air conditioned room clumsily, shoes quiet on the carpet, and nearly tips over into your desk. He turns to the window and closes it quietly. 
He takes a moment to listen for any movement in the house. He knows your parents go to bed before midnight, so they’re sound asleep—he’s mainly worried about your brother. He was such a cock block in highschool. 
You move in the sheets again and his attention is drawn back to you. You’re so peaceful. Oh, well. 
“Y/N,” he whispers, and reaches to shake your leg. You lick your lips and burrow deeper into your pillow. “Y/N!” He raises his voice, glancing at your locked door. 
“Hm,” is all that comes from your mouth, and your eyelids twitch. 
“Fuck,” he curses to himself. Fine. Grabbing one of your ankles, he drags you to the foot of the bed. 
“Hey!” You croak, startled awake, and blink furiously around. “Oh.” You clear your throat and wipe your eyes. There’s a handsome man at the foot of your bed.
“Hey,” he says, looking down at you, and his hand finds your shoulder. You’re dressed in soft shorts and a skimpy tank top in an effort to remain cool in this summer heat—it makes his heart thump against the wall of his chest.
“Why’re you here?” You ask, voice still groggy, and your skin erupts in goosebumps where his fingers move. 
“I told you I’d come today.” 
“Yeah, during the daytime.” Your eyebrows draw together and you push up onto a hand. “Not in the middle of the night.”
“Do you want me to leave?” His eyes stare down at yours. You look over him, liking the way those jeans and flannel shirt look on him. The crickets chirp outside, and you hear a branch moved by wind brush the side of your house. His hand migrates and a thumb rubs at the skin of your stomach, nudging the hem of your tank top up. 
“No,” you finally settle on, and he steps closer to the bed. 
“Okay,” he murmurs, and dips. Your lips connect, soft against soft, and you shiver. He smells like the sun and that car freshener he keeps in the glove compartment. His hands find your hair, cradling your head, and your body prickles at the touch. It’s so late, and he’s so warm— you just melt into him. You grip at the sides of his shirt and fall back onto your bed, taking him with you. 
He grunts, pulling away from your mouth for a second, and follows you up the bed as you move closer to the headboard. He looks huge like this.
Your legs come together.
He bites his lip and with a hand on your knee moves them back apart. You settle with your shoulders against your pillow, and he leans down, between your legs once more, and kisses you. 
“Rafe,” you mutter into his mouth, and he hums wordlessly in response. Your body is so soft and nice when you arch up into him that he forgets about anything besides you. You grab at his hand at your waist and drag it up your body, and when his thumb brushes your hardening nipple the crotch of his pants tightens. Fuck. 
He pushes his knees into your bed, keeping your legs spread for him, and straightens. His large hands fumble with the buttons of his shirt, and he shrugs it off. The material of the shirt underneath nearly rips with how quick he takes it off. His skin is shiny and strong in the moonlight, and it takes all of your mental strength to not lean up and kiss all over his chest. That would mean you’re desperate to feel and touch him— and you’re definitely not. Between your legs definitely doesn’t ache terribly when he unbuttons his jeans. 
“Please.” You lean up to him, sliding a warm hand around his shoulders, and bring him back down with you. He makes a noise when he feels your fingernails scrape his skin, but your mouth is back on his, so what reason is there to complain? His nose brushes your cheek when he pulls away to tug the tank top strap off of your shoulder, and you shudder in the cold air. 
His thumb nudges your nipple back and forth, making your blood rush in your ears as your chest heaves, and he bows to catch it in his mouth. Rafe sucks, pink lips perfect just for this, and you arch up into him. The scent of body soap washes over him, and he just breathes you in. So sweet. He curls an arm around your waist, forcing your skin up against him, and you make a noise of contentment. 
He mouths at your breast until he has you panting up into the night air, eyes closed, and then moves to the other. Your eyes open briefly and you slide a hand across his head, feeling his warm scalp and soft hair under your fingers. 
He hums into your skin, nipple caught between his teeth, and you nearly cry out. But you hold back, wanting to save it. He pulls at it again, wanting to hear that pained noise you know he loves, and your heart skips a beat. You suck in a breath. 
“So responsive,” he murmurs into you, and his gaze briefly moves to your face—his dick hardens even more. 
“I’m impatient, Rafe,” you huff, petting his hair, and squeeze your thighs around him. “Please.”
“Needy,” he says more to himself than you, but pulls away to get a hand at the waistband of your shorts and move out of the way so he can rid you of them and get to what he’s actually been thinking about all day. He throws them over the edge of your bed and crowds you against the headboard again, mouth insistent upon yours as his fingers find your slick. Your thigh jerks when his pointer finger draws a line up your folds, and he just hums into your mouth. His thumb pushes into your clit, demanding, and his middle finger slides easily in. You clench around him, head thrown back into the pillow, and your eyes squeeze shut. 
“Fucking wet,” he grits out through his teeth, digging his face into your neck. Your skin ripples with goosebumps at his hot breath on your throat, and he slides another finger in. 
You’re so warm, so tight, so wet around him— it makes his heart smash into the cage of his ribs. It’s just like high school. You, sweet and perfect for him, and him, brooding and in the palm of your hand. He tried to not let you know that too much, though. Can’t let people around him know that he cares. 
“So perfect.” His teeth nip the soft skin on your neck, and you grab a hand at his forearm, guiding him faster. He accedes, knowing what you want, and slips another finger in. You tingle and curve up into him, unused to the stretch, and the breath is stolen right from your throat. 
His thumb slides off of your clit when you push it away. Your fingers replace his thumb, and he just tries to breathe. You know every fucking avenue to getting him to cum in his pants, and he’s really trying to avoid that outcome. 
Your noises become higher in your throat, whinier, and he feels you start to pulse around him. His fingers push even deeper, going the perfect speed, and then you’re shaking and trying to both get away from and get closer to his hand. 
He grabs at your hip and keeps you in one place, hand continuing, and you grab at him frantically. 
“Too much, Rafe,” you cry, neck cramping at the angle you’d stretched it to for the longest time, but he continues on. Your blood is pumping so fast, so hard in your body, and the rush of orgasm fades into numb pleasure that makes you pulse around him. 
“Come on, baby, I know you can.”
Your mind calls memories to the surface— memories of him pushing you past your limit, making you scream, cry. You loved it, and he only continued when you were nodding and shaking for him. Any inkling that you weren’t into it he was off of you. He was no stranger to felonies, such as drug distribution or grand theft auto, but he didn’t dare do anything that was a question of consent. Off the table. 
“Your fingers are so—so big.” You ramble on, talking of good things only like the size of him and how he feels and tastes and smells, and his hips twitch where they're pressed to you. Fuck. 
“So close, Y/N,” he pants into your ear, hips rolling steadily into your thigh and pelvis, and you feel his dick jump against you. “You’re so close.”
Your torso shakes with the effort and tension in your muscles, and he bites into your pillow. 
“I fucking—,” you start, but you fling your head back into the pillow before you can finish. He really wishes he knew what you were going to say. “Yes, yes, yes—fuck!” You chant, and your hips twitch where they meet his hammering hand as you cum onto his fingers. He continues on for a little bit, loving the feel of you, but pulls his fingers out. They immediately push into his mouth and you take the moment to pull yourself together. 
Sweat sticks the sheets to your back, beading at your forehead too, and you’re sure your face is flushed red. The room is undeniably hot, filled with the hot breath and energy palpable in the air. You’re sure it smells like sex, too. 
Rafe catches your jaw in his hand and tilts you up for a kiss, lips hot and smooth against yours. As he settles into you again, your hand finds the crotch of his pants. He breaks away immediately, cursing and looking down at your fingers. 
“Touch it,” you breathe, eyes locked on his. His wide, clear, blue eyes. “For me.”
Rafe’s large fingers push yours away and dig into his underwear, and his eyes close when his palm circles the tip of him. You look up at him, hands coming to your chest, and you cup your breasts. His eyes follow your fingers as they pinch your nipples. You back arches, and his hand around his dick pumps faster. 
“You’re so good for me,” you say, as breathless as you can manage without sounding like a corny phone-sex operator, and his head cants back at your voice. 
“Shit,” he gasps, mouth hanging open when he looks down. “O-Only you.” It’s more to himself, but your chest swells. 
“Yeah?” You ask, and sit up. Your hands find his waist and his torso, and you lean up so his mouth is inches from yours. “Not your girlfriend?”
“Fuck,” he exhales, cheeks pink, and his eyes close when you trace his chest with a finger. “No. Not her. Never.”
You just hum, pleased, and curl a hand around his own to slow his hand. His hips twitch, fucking himself between your two hands, and his mouth opens in a “fuck” before he’s cumming right into your bare chest.
“Christ, Y/N,” he says, panting, and covers the upper half of his face with his forearm. His knees ache. 
You rise clumsily from the bed and stumble into your bathroom, returning with the hand towel. You wipe at your chest and throw it back into the bathroom, careless. 
“Are you staying?” You ask, nearing him, and lean one knee on the bed. He curls an arm around your waist and tugs you closer in the darkness, lips pressed to your temple. 
“I don’t think you could get me to leave your bed right now, sweetheart.” He smells like sweat and the remnants of cologne, and you breathe him in.
“I’m counting on it,” you whisper, and kiss him square on the mouth.
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intoanotherworld23 · 9 months
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Deep In The Woods
Pairing: Reader x Bradley Bradshaw
Warnings: MATURE CONTENT NSFW 18+ ONLY, minor fingering, sex, consensual sex, unprotected sex, public sex, swear words
Summary: Bradley wants to take you for a walk in the woods, but that’s not the only thing he wants to do with you.
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"Bradley what if someone walks by?" Whimpering to him as he tugged your pants down to your ankles.
The cool air breezing over your exposed core making your skin tingle. A rush of excitement coursing through you at the thought of some old couple or something walking by, and what they would think.
"Then we give them a show."
He jokingly said his focus solely on your naked lower half. Tugging on himself as he licked his fingers and rubbed them over your folds. His fingers drenched in your arousal as he chuckled at how eager you actually were.
"Someone seems to like that idea."
"I can see that pussy glistening for me." Licking his lips at how wet you really were.
Pushing two of his fingers inside of you making you gasp as you turned your head to the side to catch a better look at him. Bending your back a little more as you spread your legs as far as they could go. The sounds of your wetness every time he plunged his fingers back in echoing in your ears.
Bradley wanted to take you on a walk through the woods at the park, and you should have figured he would also have something else in mind. Randomly confessing to you that he's always wanted to do it in the woods. He could never keep his hands off you.
"Are you ready for me sweetheart?" Cocking his head at you as he curled his fingers up your core clenching tight around his digits.
"Yes."
A hand coming down on your cheek making you jolt in surprise realizing those weren't the exact words he wanted to hear. The sting burning across your skin from the impact of his large hands.
"Yes, sir."
"That's a good girl for me." Pulling his fingers out your juices coating them feeling the wetness on your hip as he gripped your flesh. "Always a good girl for me."
Bending his knees as he spread your cheeks apart so he could push his cock towards your entrance. Your hands gripping onto the tree that you were currently bent over. Parting your mouth as you felt him slowly slide inside of you. Stretching you out as your pussy swallowed him whole.
"Oh fuck baby this feels too good." Groaning to himself as he clenched his jaw to refrain from cumming too soon. He wanted to enjoy this. "Keepin that pussy tight for me."
"Bradley please move." Whining as you wiggled your hips back and forth hoping he caught the silent demand.
"Anything for my girl."
Pulling his cock almost all the way out before slamming back in you loud moans leaving your lips. He was stretching your inner walls, and your lips spreading open for him. Both of your bodies were working together in unison.
"Like that sweetheart?"
"Mhm." Mumbled through your teeth biting your bottom lip.
"God look at you baby," He teased as he watched your pussy sucking his cock like tendrils. "Taking my cock like this when anyone could see."
Nails digging into the tree bark as his cock was so deep inside you could feel him in your stomach. Your lower stomach bulging leaning your head down just barely enough to see his cock pounding into you. Closing your eyes as your body moved back and forth from the powerful force of his thrusting.
It was eerily silent where you two were except every once in a while you heard crickets chirping or something. The only sounds you could really hear was your moaning and yours and Bradley’s skin slapping against one another.
"You're doin so good for me baby." His voice a gentle praise of acknowledgment.
Bradley could tell you were getting closer the tighter you were squeezing his cock. He wasn't far behind you, and wanted to feel his sweet release when you did.
Strained groans and grunts slipping past his lips as he looked from where you two were connected to trying to get a glimpse of your face. In awe at how well your body took him welcoming his cock swallowing him whole.
"Oh god I'm there Bradley." Backing your hips into his thrusts to feel more.
"Fuck let me feel that tight little pussy cum around my cock." Pushing deep inside you with a sharp thrust a scream leaving your mouth.
That familiar coil forming in the pit of your stomach as you blinked away a tear. Bradley leaned forward to kiss your shoulder tenderly the scruff of his beard scraping against your skin as you whimpered at the sensation.
Bradley’s face was spanked red as sweat dripped down the side of his face. Hands grasping your cheeks squeezing the flesh between his fingers so badly wanting to take a bite. Bradley was obsessed with how you felt around him, and he could live inside you if he had the choice.
"Fuck me that's it baby."
Bradley growled into your ear and that set you off as your body tightened and legs nearly gave out. That burning coil in the pit of your stomach had your body shaking.
"Mmmm my god."
Crying out into the air as your walls squeezed him like a vine. Your orgasm smacking you in the face as your entire body felt like it was on fire.
Bradley groaning and panting above you as his cock twitched feeling warmth spreading inside of you. If it wasn't for Bradley holding onto you your body would have collapsed to the ground. Your arms shaking as you tried to steadily catch your breath. Taking small breaths as you tried to come down from such an intense orgasm.
"We gotta go on walks like that more often." Bradley joked as he smacked your ass a genuine laugh bellowing out of your stomach.
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crow-n-tell · 11 months
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I had a lot of trouble with this lil guy. Weird lil music men aren't easy to shift over when their body's are so... Weird. Still, here! Hermit Crab Music Men!
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If you wanna see what went on in my mind for this come right this way...
So a lil info about these boys! These lil music men have adapted to live in the safe shallows, as well as some undersea areas if need be - having two different palettes which match... you've probably guessed by the additions of orange in the music mans usual pastels
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Acid mushrooms! I realized as I was trying to get it all sorted that they are a nearly identical color scheme so it worked out that their colors are a little wacky. Not that real life crabs aren't a bit audacious in their colorings too. Actually the deep sea version of this guy is based off a purple crab called the Palawan Purple Crab who comes from the Philippines.
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Their colors are more so for other crabs of their species to recognize them, or so I've read, but in this particular scenario it suits our lil music man as a sort of camouflage too.
Aside from it being a sort of camouflage, it also gives you insight into these lil guys diet. Most of what (I really need to come up with a name for these guys, but all I keep thinking of is crab rangboom. like crab rangoon? but a sound pun.) they eat are poisonous, which has directly affected how predators view them. Yea see, there are certain families of crabs which are toxic only because they are eating things that should not be eaten.
So music men don't have a lot of predators, other than those who have natural immunities to things like that... ahem, moon.
I imagine that the crabs closer to the surface tend to a little smaller than knee high for an average height human, where as deeper sea versions of them are a lot bigger... Like... I DONT KNOW, Leviathan big? After all these are just lil guys, lets not forget about the big music man!
Next topic is... oh yeah!
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Seismic communication is basically communication through vibrations. Not just through the water, actually it's used by spiders which we can all sort of agree is what the OG music boys are. Spiders use seismic communication when it comes to their webs in particular, able to sense through vibrations in their web if they've captured prey.
Similarly a lot of sea creatures use vibrations as means of communication. Not only in the way spiders do, but sensing out prey; but by avoiding predators or talking to each other. Crabs in particular use all three, but in terms of communication to one another its been noted they will rub their legs together like crickets to talk to other crabs.
For our lil crabby boys, their claws are fashioned sort of like the the original music man has. Hollowed out in the center, they are able to click their lil crab claws together to make sounds and vibrations which distress and confuse their prey long enough to snatch em up and eat em.
Of course they also have the very on brand to SB behavior of just being a literal face hugger if they come out of the shell.
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m...mmmmm..... no... noo....ooo.......
I guess the only thing left to mention is his lil
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Barnacles!
I struggled with how i'd give this lil guy a top hat. Then. I remember how WEIRD barnacles are. You see a lot of barnacles that look a lil something like this:
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But they come in many variations!
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And I hate all of them! they are great for designs, helpful in this case, but I get nauseous when looking at them and I can't even begin to understand why.
Sorry if my adhd really popped out on this one, I am actually holding back some of the mostly irrelevant information about colors and uh, other stuff.
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ilovechuuy4 · 1 month
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Hi! I've been lurking around your page for a while and I really wanted to request you at some point. If you're cool with it, could you write about skinny dipping with Nikolai?
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୨୧We go skinny dipping in the barrels of toxic waste ♡
🂫Nikolai Gogol x GN!Reader
Warnings; Skinny dipping, smut, kissing/making out, thigh fucking, public "sex" etc.
Description: Skinny dipping with Nikolai~
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A/N: LORD THINGS ARE BEING SO DELAYED AND I'M SORRY MOTIVATION HAS BEEN ON THE LOW AND I'M A BIT BUSY HOPE Y'ALL LIKE IT THO~ (can you tell my writing has changed... That's what I get for reading books, I blame the love hypothesis /j I rlly love the book
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→ Nikolai Gogol is the type to not care where you and him are, if he's horny/hot and bothered he's gonna have sex with you, very passionate sex at that.
It was the depth of the night, maybe around 3am if you had to assume. The moonlight shining down on you and your boyfriend, he is definitely a pretty sight to see. The both of you had made it yall's mission to walk through the loomy forest on a night like this, not only because the stars were beautiful but the moon was like no other, a blood moon. To you, they were alwayys the prettiest of any moon, the way the sky around the was a soft red.
As the two of you walked down the mushy, messy path that outlined the forest, Nikolai spotted something that much definitely caught his eyes. A beautiful-ish pond. It wasn't necessarily the cleanest, the pond was overgrown with all sorts of leaves around the exterior of this pond. There were frogs crocking, crickets chirping, the wind wasn't to strong nor cold, but cold enough to send shivers down your spine.
"My dove! Look at the pond over there, let's go cmon cmon!~" The white haired male spoke as he tugged on your arm, urging you to follow him. "You won't believe it cmon! I just got an amazing idea and you will live for it now let's go please my dove?" He said with pleading eyes, you smile softly and reluctantly follow him. "My love, what's this idea you have?" You asked him with a raised eyebrow. When you asked his eyes seemed to light up.
"My dear Y/N, my amazing idea is to go skinny dipping here!~ I know it's PDA or public indecency but cmon nobody's around?" He exclaimed with a cheeky smile as he took off his shirt. You sighed, this was definitely more of an illegal act perhaps? Ugh, you didn't know but it seemed so everly fun so you just ended up following his lead, taking off your shirt. Nikolai was almost down to his boxers as he helps you undress, unbuttoning your shorts.
Your face was a red hue as he helped you undress yourself. Once the both of y'all get down to yall's underwear, the both of you slip them off and get into the water. It was a bit cold on your bare skin, yes. But it wasn't too different from the usual pool water you would get in.
Nikolai's hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer against his body as he gently kisses the nape of your neck. Shivers run down your spine as you lean into the kisses. "My dove? You seem to be enjoying yourself, yea?" Nikolai murmurs softly against your neck. You let out a content hum as you feel your boyfriend's hands trail down your body.
Nikolai's hand ended up just below your privates, rubbing your inner thighs his free hand gently grabbing your chin, turning your face to his own. He gently kisses up your jawline, up your chin and then to your lips. It was a slightly messy yet passionate kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips and into your mouth, exploring it thoroughly not letting a crevice untouched by his tongue.
You let out a soft moan into his mouth as the both of yall's tongues start a war of passionate dancing. "Mhm, my sweet, you taste fantastic." He groans against your lips. "Here just.. Push your thighs together closely, for me?" He said, slowly breaking the kiss. You comply, squeezing your legs together tightly and once you do you could feel Nikolai's erection slowly push in between your pushed together thighs making you flinch a bit at the sudden movement.
"I know this isn't the right thing to do, my dove, but you just get me so hot and bothered." The white haired male whispered into your ear, nipping softly at the earlobe. As Nikolai finishes his sentence, he slowly starts thrusting in between your thighs his erection rubbing you in all the right ways making you moan out in ecstasy. The noises were quiet but loud enough to be heard from close up, frogs still croaking and the crickets chirrping.
"Mmh~ my sweet you feel so nice even if I'm not really inside you." Nikolai groaned, his voice hoarse with pleasure. You were moaning softly, trying to keep your voice down even if y'all were in the middle of nowhere in he depth of the forest. "Ah~ kolya this..this could probably get us fined." You moaned out softly it coming out hoarse and scratchy as you try to keep your voice down.
Nikolai kissed the nape of your neck, his pace speeding slowly, as he thrusts a bit harder, he seemed more urgent then most times, his balls slapping against your ass as his thrust into between your thighs speeds. Nikolai groans against your neck, kissing and sucking on it softly. "Oh, my sweet Y/N, honey..~ mmh, I'm close~" Nikolai whines his teeth gently sinking into your shoulder blade causing your breath to hitch.
With a couple more thrusts between your thighs, your boyfriend let's out a soft whimper before he came between your thighs, you cumming with him with soft moans. The both of you pause taking in the after math of the pleasure, was it intense? Yes, very much yet it felt amazing. Nikolai slowly pulls away from your squeezed together thighs.
"My dove, that was amazing. You did amazing." He murmurs softly into your ear, he gently takes your chin, pulling it to make you look at him before pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. It lasted long enough to make you pant when the both of y'all pull away. "I love you, Kolya" You mutter softly resting your head back against Nikolai's shoulder.
"Oh I love you more than the amount of stars above, my dove~" Nikolai says with a cheeky grin, his hands squeezing your ass as y'all rest in the cool pond of lust for just a hour more.
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tulipsforvin · 5 months
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Hi!! I really enjoy your works!!! Thank you very much for sharing your talent with us!!!
🚫NSFW ahead
I'm not sure how to write this, but, I'd like to request a one shot with William. Like, after a tiring day, he and his darling have a very romantic bath (with like, flower petals and champagne) which slowly turns into soft sex? Also, if you feel comfortable, can the reader be fem?
I hope this is ok with you, if you don't want to write it then don't!! Thank youuuuuuuu byeeeeeeee
A/N: My god, this is the cutest way I've seen anyone request smut. GUYS IM KINDA PROUD OF RHIS
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William J. Moriarty x Fem!Reader
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The crickets chirp emphatically in the green grass outside the residence, rubbing rough portions of their wings together. The weather tonight is humid — only further increasing the fatigue of the couple inside.
The two, even with the damp and muggy environment, can't help but slump against each other helplessly — peeling off the layers of clothes that bound each other.
William's eyes immediately go hazy at the sight, placing his palms on her hips and caressing the soft skin there with tenderness.
“Dazzling.” He murmurs, exhaling shakily. It had been too long since the two had any form of intimacy. The absence of affection between each other due to the strenuous work that had been piling up for the both.
“How I've longed for you.” William whispers as he leans in against (Name), angling his face just enough to pepper the softest of kisses against his lover's supple neck.
The two, lost in their love for each other, feeling the need bridge the gap of contact that they had to suffer through for so long, lock their lips against each other. William's caresses that have not yet left his darling's hips grow softer. Infinitely more tender.
(Name), in a daze of kisses, loops her arms around William's neck and brings him in closer. His lips return to her neck and she tips her head back to let him nibble on the skin better. He reaches her calves, pulling her up. (Name) wraps her legs around his waist.
The quiet and small noises of lips connecting and disconnecting, soft sighs, shaky breaths and the discarding of their remaining garments hitting the marble floor with a soft rustle follow them into the bath.
The couple enters the bathtub embraced by porcelain curves and floating rose petals with a small splash. Scented candles cast a gentle orange glow on the entire bathroom along with two glasses and a chilled bottle of sparkling wine that stand ready for them.
Small laughs from the two eventually lead to eye-contact that lasts longer than they usually do, sipping on champagne lead to gazing at each other's lips and before they're aware — they're kissing each other again.
(Name) crouches down low on the bathtub, her breasts resting against the rim of it and William kneels behind her, hot breath hovering over her skin as he sensually trails his lips from her nape to the small of her back, causing a wake of goosebumps.
She turns her head over her shoulder to look at him, eyelids equally hooded with lust as she places an index finger under her chin to pull him close. William's chin now rests on (Name)'s shoulder to inhale her scent before he locks his lips with her own again, causing her eyelids to flutter shut momentarily.
His fingertips slowly, sensually and languidly travel over her back to her ass until they rest at the apex of her legs. He taps very slightly at the entrance with his middle finger, asking for permission.
“...May I?” He asks in a hoarse whisper against her earlobe — the raspiness and the desperation in his voice sounding delicious.
(Name)'s breath hitches, nodding her head ever so slightly. With a soft sigh, William slides his middle finger into her wet folds, watching with delight as her head tips back against his shoulder. He kisses her cheek.
William slowly pumps his fingers in and out of her, the slick making it fairly easy to ease another finger in. He treats her body like a delicate instrument, withdrawing the most melodious moans out of her throat.
(Name) feels waves of pleasure begin to overcome her — slowly, but surely. A curl of his fingers and that causes (Name) to go over the edge. She’s trembling, hips bucking as she rides out her orgasm, blabbering William's name over and over again in soft murmurs.
He allows her a moment of rest, watching her chest heave heavily as she comes down from her high. He's panting just from watching her come.
His mind's a flurry of all obscenities that he wants to try out with her. To ravish her. However, that wouldn't really do. Tonight was a night reserved for affections, after all.
He aligns his tip against her sex, rubbing it up and down her entrance to gather wetness that would aid as a form of lubrication.
With a silent whisper of announcement to enter her, William places his hands on (Name)'s hip — guiding him down on his cock.
The both gasp softly as he bottoms out, giving her a moment to get used to him before he begins to move inside of her. Slowly, gently. (Name)'s lips find his again, swallowing each other's moans as the two roll their hips against each other; cheeks flushed pink.
“Are you alright?” He whispers. “Is this okay?”
(Name), her head already too high up in the clouds, couldn't answer — only gasps and moans and the prettiest of whimpers leaving her lips as her fingers claw feebly at the rims to try and ground herself. To stabilise her, even if just a little against the pleasure.
“Liam..” She moans out, her walls tighten around him. William groans, head falling against her shoulder at the sudden clench.
“I—” He huffs, leaving a faint red mark on her nape. “You need to tell me, (Name). If you don't like what I'm doing to you right now.”
“I do. Oh god, Liam.” (Name) inclines her back, pressing her plushness further against his hips - pulling him in, sucking him in deeper. “I love it. So, so much. I love you.”
(Name) feels a warmness begin to pool in her stomach sizzling waves of pleasure begin to take over her - especially when William extends a hand between her legs to rub at her clitoris. The sensation, too overwhelming for her makes her orgasm around his cock. Her legs tremble, moaning into her arm as she experiences her second orgasm of the night.
William shudders in pleasure, snapping his hips against hers repeatedly but the motion is so very beautiful, so very tender.
“You've done well, love. So well. Hold on just a little longer for me.” He grasps at her curves to steady himself, murmuring all kinds of praises as his thrusts go from a steadfast, loving pace to a more sloppy, desperate one.
“Can I—” His words are cut off with a grunt, feeling her insides flutter around him brilliantly. He pants heavily as he leans back ever so slightly. “—haah... inside you?”
A whimpered “Yes” in that sweet, sweet tone - so breathy and so lovely of hers was all he needed, all that was required to tip him right over. He released, head slumping forward as he exploded into his own orgasm.
A mixture of moans, groans and whimpers echo throughout the bath, both of their eyelids flittering shut. William bucks his hips gently, slowly - making sure his pace is kind to her body before he eventually stops.
A comfortable silence fills the air, the two gasping for air from their intimate activities. William pulls (Name) on top of him so she can easily settle and relax against his chest, his back now resting against the rim of the bathtub while he pulls her in close to him.
“That was..” (Name) exhales. “Amazing.”
William hums in satisfaction, pushing a lock of (Name)'s hair behind her air. “It was.”
“I guess we need like, an actual bath now, huh.” (Name) grins lazily, snuggling up to him.
William returns the smile, kissing her head.
“I guess we do.”
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cherrychilli · 8 months
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18+
AFAB reader, P in V sex, unprotected sex, semi public sex, outdoor sex, exhibitionism, slight blood play
A/N: Felt ✨inspired✨ by this poem.
"Normally I tend to choose my words carefully when it comes to such delicate matters. However, seeing you now, standing here in the moonlight, all I can think about is pulling your panties down and fucking you with your socks on" -- Michael Faudet
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"You're insane"
"So you're saying you don't want to?"
"You're insane", you avoid the question like a dart aimed in your direction, repeating yourself with added emphasis.
Steve's smile turns cocky, hazel eyes lowering to rake over your body. "If you didn't, you wouldn't have come out here to meet me dressed in that", he points out, more than sure of himself.
Your lips purse. No comeback fighting its way through. No retort on the tip of your tongue. Nothing but the trill of unseen crickets and wind sweeping through leaves overhead to punctuate your silence.
Your moonlit skin must have turned transparent without you sensing it because he's seen right through you, effortlessly seeking out the stray thread that held your coy façade together. "Gonna come clean or are you gonna keep pretending?", and just like that, he unraveled you with a single smooth tug in the form of a wry smile.
The truth was you had lured him there into the woods behind your neighboring houses in your skirt and thigh high socks and a text that started with 'I miss you' and ended with 'come find me'. On the surface it all seemed innocent enough but he was right. You wanted him in places you shouldn't.
You wanted him in the front row of empty movie theaters, just you and Steve and a forgotten movie illuminating your tangled figures. You wanted him inside lonely train compartments going nowhere, nothing but the the sound of your hometown whipping by and breathless cries of each other's names filling the air.
You wanted him where bedsheets and locked doors couldn't conceal your ecstasy. Alone together in places where people weren't meant to be that way.
What you didn't want however, was for him to figure you out so easily. To realize so quickly that the crisp weather wasn't to blame each time you rubbed your thighs together and take smug pleasure in reading you so well.
Being thought of as predictable. It made you want to spit.
You shrink further, your uncharacteristic silence beckoning him closer, the corner of his lips tugging higher.
He's within your reach now - lured again only this time he doesn't know it.
You're going to bite those smirking lips bloody and enjoy kissing them better.
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"You like knowing that it's kinda wrong, don't you? 'sthat what gets you so wet?"
Caged between Steve's arms, back against the trunk of an aging red maple, fingers gripping the hem of his shirt, you tip your chin up to run your tongue over his bottom lip and collect the blood that's beading there.
"I like being bad with you", you tell him honestly, swallowing the metallic tasting drop before pressing your lips to his, careful not to worsen the little tear you've made there. He hisses quietly when you part, the sting of your bite becoming more faint with each wash of your tongue and soft peck of your lips.
"My sweet girl...who would have known", he humors with the tone of someone whose known all along.
His fingers slip down to squeeze around the plush exposed skin between the tops of your thigh highs and the hem of your skirt, groaning at how soft and warm you felt in his cold, calloused hands.
"D'you like them?", you wanted to hear the obvious answer in the gruff of his lowered voice, pulse quickening when his fingers dip underneath your skirt. "Wanna take your panties off and show you how much", he finds the lacy waistband, hooking his fingers in and tugging them down.
Dead leaves and dry twigs crunch beneath you as you shift, balancing one hand on his shoulder while you shimmy your hips to help him slide the garment down your legs and over your shoes. You haven't told him yet how good he looks under the silvery moonlight, even when fresh blood bleeds through the split in his lip as he grins at the wet mess in your panties. You hold on to the thought like a secret, ready to threaten him with another bite when he brings the damp panties up to his nose, inhaling you deeply and stifling your almost warning.
"You're not getting these back", he informs you needlessly, tucking the pair into his back pocket for later. You suppose it's fair. A tradeoff for both wounding and underestimating him. "Fine", you utter indifferently but if he were to frame your face with his palms you're sure he'd feel you burning up under his stare.
You need to regain some control. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of having you beg too.
Reaching out, you pull him closer by the belt before he has a chance to reach under your skirt again. Steve makes an abrupt noise of surprise but makes no effort to stop you, watching you unbuckle it before popping open the button on his jeans. You lick at blood again as you work a hand underneath his boxers, clearing his lips of the crimson droplet when you grasp at his hot, stiff length.
"Fuck, you're beautiful", he breathes out, eyes trained on your face as you pull him free, thumb brushing over his silky, leaking tip. That playful arrogance he wore so brazenly only moments ago has drained from his features and you grin back wickedly in triumph. "You always get so sweet when you've got a hand on your cock?", you tease his almost immediate shift in demeanor, stroking a pretty whimper out of him.
He'd make himself into honey if it meant that you'd keep touching him like that - looking at him like you had your fingers held over his pulse, ready to push down and watch his eyes roll back whenever you pleased. He mirrors your earlier struggle, nothing smart or sharp on his tongue to lob back at you, surrendering to your touch with a thick gulp. You stroke him while his forehead presses against yours, the two of you exchanging the same shaky breath back and forth as your fingers grow tacky with precum.
"Stevie"
"Yeah?"
"Does it still hurt?"
It takes him a moment to realize what you mean, the sting in his lip having completely faded now.
"No- uh. No it doesn't hurt anymore", he croaks out his reply, cheeks all pink.
"Good".
And then there's a pause. It's hard to tell, even with how close you're pressed together but he swears the marrying of your brows and the little hitch in your breath means that you're working up the nerve to say something.
"Kiss me".
Something vulnerable flashes behind your sultry eyes. A plea underlying your soft command. Words grasping for some romance to undercut the blood.
And he gives it to you.
Wounded lips on yours, tongue delving into your mouth, a groan that makes your spine spark with fireworks. You feel like you're only burning brighter in the night.
You notice another bead of blood pulling to the surface of his pink lips but the chance to swipe at it with your tongue is stolen from you when Steve dips down to lick over your bottom lip, surprising you. "Got some on you", he says, thumb coming up to rub the remaining red tinge off of your mouth. "Leave it", you manage to stop him before he can wipe it away. "Please", you whisper but when you're this close together it hardly feels like one. You couldn't stand the thought of him erasing the bloodstain. Not when you wanted to wear it on you like rubies.
"Shit, really?", he holds your face in his palms, hazel eyes going wide with a mix of awe and exaltation.
"Yeah... I like it", you confess and suddenly he's reminded of your hand still wrapped around his twitching cock.
"Need to feel you", he breathes out urgently. "Turn around, baby please? gonna cum if you keep talking like that".
The need pervading your body feels so potent that if he were to ask, you'd get down in the dirt on your hands and knees and let him take you like that - rutting into you from behind with your cheek pressed to the earth.
Next time, you promised yourself.
You uncurl your fingers from his cock, pressing both palms against the coarse bark of the red maple, back arching to press your ass out for him.
His fingers squeeze over your thigh highs again, just below the curve of your ass, cock streaking precum on your skirt.
"Fuck- you're so sexy...you gonna put these on for me again, huh baby?, he flips your skirt up, eyes darkening at the sight of your pretty dripping cunt.
"You- ah- you like them that much?", his hand grips your hip, cock teasing your entrance.
"Gonna show you how much", he growls just before pushing in.
If the sounds of your cries carried through the darkened woods, you didn't care who else heard them. The sounds of Steve's grunts and moans muffled by your hair set your belly alight, hips pushing back in a frenzy to meet his rough thrusts.
"You feel so good- you feel so fucking good, angel- fucking soaking my cock-shit"
Your nail polish chips at your filed edges as you rake them against bark, toes curling inside your shoes when his fingers find your clit.
It's all a delicious, dizzying mess under the night sky. Blood and sweat, slick and seed, you and Steve.
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Walking back to your door, hand in hand with Steve, his release warm between your legs, you're satisfied now but that tug deep in your chest will make it self known again, need beckoning you back.
The next time you ring his door bell he finds you in a new skirt and thigh highs to match. Knowing smiles exchanged in place of words, he takes your hand as you lead him back to the woods.
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