#i had to pee before they let me go and my body was like hmm no. we're using all this water

[ghostfungus]

Got my uterus out ✌️

[maybankcore]

rafe cameron — nsfw alphabet ༝༚༝༚

context : the alphabet.. but each letter has a new rafe cameron nsfw/sfw concept. this is also bunny!reader x rafe.

tws : smut, nsfw, rafe x sweet/bunny reader, cream pie, voyeurism, brief degrading, brief daddy kink. fingering, porn/nudes, tying reader up, oral sex, a ton of nsfw headcanons.

A: aftercare • you would tend to get sleep almost immediately after you come, and the first thing rafe does is take you to the bathroom and let you pee so u don’t get a UTI, n he’ll probably wait outside and keep asking “u done baby?” ‘till you clean up. and obviously, after the oh so harddd task of peeing, he’ll carry you back to bed. rafe somehow doesn’t get tired after sex, but seeing you already get lazy eyed, he has no choice but to lay down with his little bun and cuddle up with her.

B: boobs. literally boobs. • rafe loves your tits, and he loves grabbing them even more. he’ll randomly come up behind you when you’re doing your makeup, hair, etc. and just grab ur boobs. he loves the way they fit perfectly in his big palm, and how flustered you get too. “rafe! stop— i’m doing my makeup!!” you’d say, as you wave his hands away, feigning annoyance. “relax baby, their just too tempting.” rafe snickered, smirking. rafe just can’t get enough of them, especially when your wearing the thin, baby pink, lacy top from victoria’s secret.

C: cum • okay, rafe knows that he has to use a condom, blah blah blah. but on those days where he just needs a good, raw, fuck.. trust me, he’d cum inside you, making sure every inch of his hot cum fills you up to the brim. and rest assured, you’d hate and love it at the same time.

D: dirty talk • he’d soooo dirty talk you in public, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, knowing how wet your sweet pussy gets just by the sound of his voice. he’d sometimes say the most vile things about what he’d to you when you both get home.

“do you really think i’m not noticing your blowjob eyes as i’m golfing, huh? y’know.. i’d love seeing those eyes of yours when i’m fucking you endlessly. making you cum so hard. oh god, baby, i can hear those pretty moans of yours already. hmm?” he’d huskily whisper, inches by the shell of your ear. and then, he’d walk off as if nothing happened. leaving you anticipated for the entire day, squeezing your thighs and drinking an excessive amount of water to help with the heat building in your cheeks.

E: experience • rafe deffo has experience with sex. but i wouldn’t call him the biggest man-whore, since he met you in s2 of obx, i’d say he had 4 bodies by then. 2 of them being random hookups and the other 2 being girls from a short term relationship w/ him. i also hc that bunny!reader would have a few bodies, but would act like she’s a virgin just for rafe, similar to how maddie perez did it.

F: fingering • mmm, rafe is a master at fingering. he knows how to get your pussy wet and make it even wetter when he’s touching you. he’d start off with just a few strokes on your clothed pussy, building up tension that you so desperately want to release. n then when you’d get all needy he’d slide your panties down and spread your thighs.

you’d position yourself on his lap, head on his shoulder, looking at him with your big bambi eyes, pleading. and he’d slowly circle your clit in circular motions, taking pleasure in the way your hips jerked and lips parted with heavy breaths. and then he’d sink two fingers in, slowly at first, and then going faster. the cold touch of his golden rings slipping between your lips made you moan. loud. and in amidst of all this, he’d be doing some random thing on his laptop, but secretly taking a voice memo of your sweet moans. to obviously jerk off to later, you really think he’d pleasure you and restrict himself from doing it later on?

G: g-spot • imagine no guy has actually found your g-spot before, they’d just fuck you and you’d get that tiny ounce of pleasure that made you cum, but when rafe first fingered you, curling up his fingers to hit that sweet spot that only you yourself could find, you UNRAVELED. i’m sure he was shocked at how loud you moaned. he had thought you’d never gotten fingered before. but when you told him that no guy had actually fingered you that good, he was both pleased and shook. “what d’you mean no one’s found your g-spot? isn’t that like— the main thing in sex??” but to be honest.. him being the only guy that found your g-spot really boosted his confidence lol.

H: hair • rafe absolutely loves your hair, playing with it, braiding it, seeing how it drapes over your shoulders elegantly. he had never met someone who takes care of their hair like their life depends on it. you’d have serums, hair masks, good hair days and bad hair days, and rafe was all here for it.

(this is for my curly hair readers btw). sometimes when your hair wasn’t cooperating you’d get annoyed and bang your hairbrush against your head, clearly disheveling your hair, and rafe would come over and brush it for you. putting in your gel, mousse and even diffusing it.

rafe also is weirdly obsessed with how your hair smells, he’d bury his shoulder into it, or randomly smell it throughout the day, and once he’d even gotten wheeze to smell your hair.. “her hair smells so good right? i don’t even know how, it just smells fuckin’ amazing.” he’d proudly state, and you not being sure if wether that’s creepy or cute.

I: initials (tattooed) • right on his chest, beneath his heart, are the two letters of your name, more so, your initials. Y/N.Y/L/N written in a bold, italic font. and right next to it is your favorite animal, a bunny. you were struck when he had actually gotten a whole ass bunny tatted next to your initial!!

J: jerking off in ur absence • whenever rafe has trips, or if you’ve been away for some time, rafe deffo jerks off to pictures you sent to him. you’d send a teasing mirror pic of you getting dressed, your hand covering your nipples. and then you’d send a soapy tit pic of you in the shower. but lastly, a day before you come back, you’d send the hottest picture of you in rafes favorite pink lingerie set, playing with yourself and moaning rafes name. leaving him needy and desperate until he lands..

K: kinks • omg the amount of kinks u and rafe would share imagine him fucking you for the first time and slowly starts roughing you up, only to see you cooperate and urge him to do more. the smirk on his facee😩.

L: location (where you fuck) • personally, public sex is a huge turn in for rafe, but being the little slut you are, it’s an even bigger turn-on for you. obviously you’d fuck in his bed or yours, and sometimes i’m the couch or kitchen counter. rafe would also take you on the druthers boat and make you ride his lap, stopping when a boat comes buy, your sweaty face and messed up outfit being evident.

M: marks • rafe would leave hickeys everywhere. stomach, thighs, neck, collarbone, shoulders, tits, even inches away from your pussy. you’d leave bite marks on rafe, scratches illuminating his back, and lipstick stains all over his collar and cheek.

N: nudes • he just has a hidden album filled with your nudes. wether its videos of you both fucking, teasing pictures you’d send him of your bikini try ons, or you fingering your self. he’d also have voice memos of your moans saved. p.s, rafe would so ask you to talk about something random for a minute on voice memos and jerk off to your voice.

O: only fans acc • a little similar to the one on top ^. but imagine making an only fans account where ur only follower/subscriber is rafe. and trust, he will act like a whole ass fan. he’ll comment on your videos; “omg ur so hot can i request food play” with a +400$ message next to it. youd livestream and he’d be your only viewer, talking you through playing with yourself. and when i mean he’s a fan, i mean this man would literally pay you 1000$ per month as per his ‘subscription’..

P: plushies • whilst fucking you hard, rafe would grab your favorite plushy and tell you to hold it. he found it so fucking hot seeing you cling onto the soft toy, bringing it to your mouth to bite onto to hold back your loud moans.

Q: quickies • yall would deffo have quick fucks in between parties, hangouts, dinners, etc. sometimes if your ovulating you’d practically beg on your knees for a quickie with rafe. “rafeyy, please. if you don’t do anything i’ll go to the bathroom n’deal with it myself!” you whine, nudging his arm to get up from his seat at an event. and obviously, he gives in. every. single. time.

R: riding his thigh • when your extremely horny, and need an immediate relief youd prop yourself on rafes thigh and start grinding. this would be your only option as he’d dismiss your attempts to make him fuck you, so he’d tap his thigh and say “if your really that horny jus’ ride my thigh. cmon, you wanted to come, right?”. you’d get so wet, making a mess on his sweatpants.

S: sucking his dick • messy blowjobs>>. sucking him off after a hard day, at a party when he’s high and needy, or right after you went to his family dinner. you’d look so perfect with your big, glossy eyes staring up at him. head bobbing as you perfectly swirl the pad of your tongue against the base of his cock. him groaning and praising your amazing head-giving skills.

T: tying you up • hands above your head, a belt knotted against both your wrists, restraining you from pushing rafe away whilst he fucks you mindlessly. rafe would be destroying you, pounding in and out as you take the pleasure like a good girl. you are his little bun, after all.

U: unfair • teasing you when your sat on his lap, waiting for him to finish off his work, whilst he slowly and lightly circles your clit. “daddy, i really need you.” you’d moan in his ear. “i know baby, i know. daddies gotta finish this off first, ‘kay?” and so you waited, only for him to go into the shower, not even letting you in.

V: voyeurism • sliding your panties off and stuffing it in his pocket is his favorite thing to do when he’s off golfing whilst your sitting in your garden chair, feeling the coldness of the air blowing against your sticky cunt. not being able to fix the unbearable tension in your pulsing clit, and having to wait till you get home.

W: what/how big is he • a whopping 7.3 inches. a tad bit specific ik, but the way he’d ruin you.. and what’s funny is the fact that rafe knows he’s big!! and he knows that you can take it too.

X: ion know what to put for this one.. so i’m gonna put a random hc of rafe.. • has a weird food play kink?.. i just feel like he’d take ice cream and lick it off your tits, or spread chocolate syrup all over your nipples and stomach and lick it off too. (obviously nothing down there, don’t wanna get a yeast infection).

Y: ‘your too big!’ • lining himself up against you, seeing his big cock already needy of slamming into you, made you worry. your eyes slightly widened at his size, how the fuck is he gonna fit?. “rafey, i don’t think it’s gonna fit.. your too big.” you mustered out, wanting but at the same time not wanting him. “shhh bun, ts’ gunna fit, i’ll go realll slow? okay baby?” he stated, making you ease up and unclench your pussy, allowing full entrance. he slowly slid inside you, already owning a long moan and scatters of whimpers escaping your mouth. he went in further, and you took him in fully. “good girl, i told you it’d fit.”

Z: also have no idea, so another random hc one again! • loves seeing you spit out his cum after sucking him off. just seeing his cum drop down your chin turns him on sm and makes him hard asf.

[hornyfor-redacted-onmain]

Date Day Pt. 1

Pieces of My Heart - Chapter 16 Stray Kids OT8 x reader, Soulmate AU

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From the moment you woke up, you felt the need to pee. Your efforts of vacating the bed to make it to the bathroom was made a little complicated by the two sets of arms wrapped around you (and in the case of Jisung, the body currently resting half on top of you), but you managed to make your way out of it by rolling Jisung off of you and in the middle of the small cuddle puddle taking place.

Chan was forced to dislodge his grip on you, but Jisung immediately took advantage of the sudden lack of warmth to latch onto the leader with a soft whine. Chan only cracked open an eye to take stock of the situation, and you gave him a quick thumbs up before running out of the room.

After peeing, you came back to find both guys still asleep and cuddled together. You weren’t tired enough to go back to sleep, so you decided to let them be. You grabbed your phone and made your way out into the living room. You scrolled through your phone for a bit, checking messages and emails and sending a quick message to your parents, only to find out they were still awake.

You decided to call them before they went to bed.

“Hi sweetheart,” Your mom said when she answered.

Your dad peeked his head from the corner of the screen. “Hey, about time you called.”

You pouted. “I’ve been busy!”

“Too busy with those soulmates of yours to say hi to your own father?”

“Daaaad.”

Your mom let out a laugh, pushing away your dad so she was the only one on screen. “Ignore him. He’s just missing you.”

“I miss you guys too,” You told her, and she gave you a soft smile in return.

The two of you chatted, getting caught up on anything new that had happened since you left, which wasn’t much but still made you feel like you had never left at all. It was a comfort to know that the distance wasn’t going to change anything.

It was almost half an hour later that you finally hung up, letting the sudden deafening silence of the dorms wash over you with a sigh. You closed your eyes and leaned back onto the couch, and you must have dozed off because you suddenly jolted awake at the feeling of hands on your cheeks.

“You’re going to hurt your neck if you sleep like this,” Changbin warned you, tilting your head forward.

True to his words, you felt an ache in your neck, and you let out a groan. He allowed you to rest your forehead against his chest as he softly rubbed the muscles in your neck and shoulders, and you were tempted to doze back to sleep at his touch, but there was a soft shuffling sound from the hallway, and you pulled away to see who it was.

Hyunjin looked like he was still half asleep, and you were surprised he was even awake before noon. He practically threw himself onto the couch next to you, immediately pulling you away from Changbin to use you as a pillow. Changbin snorted in amusement.

“What are you doing awake so early?” He wondered, moving out of his squat to stretch his legs.

Hyunjin swiped his hand across your arm and watched through half lidded eyes as it left a trail of inky black that began to quickly fade. “I need time to get ready for our date.”

“The museum doesn’t open until 11,” You pointed out, reaching for your phone. “You have … 4 hours until then.”

“Trust me, he might need more,” Changbin teased.

Hyunjin threw one of the couch pillows at him, but when the rapper dodged, he was left with nothing else to retaliate with, so he quickly gave up. Changbin snickered, making his way towards the kitchen.

You ran your fingers through Hyunjin’s hair for the next few minutes, feeling the dancer slowly relax against you, and while you were tempted to allow him to fall back asleep (really, who needed 4 hours to get ready?), you knew that he would have never woken up this early without reason.

You poked his cheek softly. “Hyunnie.”

“Hmm?”

“C’mon. I thought you wanted to get ready.”

“Mmmm.”

“Want me to make you some coffee?”

At the mention of coffee, Hyunjin seemed to perk up, rising up from his half-slumped state to give you a wide eyed but still slightly glazed look. “Coffee?”

“Way ahead of you,” Changbin said.

He walked out of the kitchen with two cups of coffee. One of them he handed over to the now very much awake blond next to you, and the other he carefully handed to you to make sure it didn’t spill. You gave him a smile, and he allowed you to pull him close enough to press a kiss to his lips in thanks.

When you eventually drifted back towards Chan’s bedroom, you found the leader gone and Jisung hugging a pillow, still completely asleep. You sat down next to him and carted your fingers through his hair, swiping the back of your hand down his cheek, and when he still didn’t stir, you poked him. Nothing. It was only when you whispered his name that Jisung began to stir, blinking slowly as he woke up.

“Wha-?”

“It’s time to get up.”

“Noooo,” Jisung whined, rolling over.

You giggled. “No? What do you mean no?”

“It’s too early!”

“Hmm, maybe you just need some incentive,” You teased, wiggling your fingers menacingly towards his sides.

At the threat of being tickled, Jisung flinched back. You only tickled him for a second as he squirmed before you pulled back, and when youu started to laugh at him, Jisung used the opportunity to roll on top of you, fingers now pressed up against your own sides.

You squealed in warning, trying to throw him off, but Jisung was deceptively strong, his weight pressing down on your stomach and preventing you from pushing him off. Instead, you tried to swat his hands away from your body, but he just grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the bed.

“Not so fun when it’s you, huh?”

You let out another yelp as he managed to hold both of your arms down with one hand, and started to tickle. You let out a yell for help in between laughs, but Jisung pressed his lips against yours to silence you. You snorted so hard that it hurt your throat, and he pulled away with a laugh of his own.

“Chan! Chan, help!”

“Chan won’t be able to help you now,” Jisung teased.

You gasped. “Chan?! No honorifics?!”

“I’m not scared of him.”

“Scared of who?”

Chan walked in with messy hair and a confused look on his face. No longer tickling you, you were sure the two of you made quite the sight, Jisung still on top of you and your faces inches apart, but he didn’t seem bothered at the sight. Or maybe he wasn’t worried about interrupting, since all you could feel was amusement, fondness, and glee that he could no doubt identify himself.

Jisung froze at the sight of his Hyung, and you let a smirk slowly grow across your face. “Hey Channie. Want to hear something really funny?”

“Nope!”

Jisung threw himself off you and ran out of the room before you could snitch on him, and you let out another giggle as his once tough bravo disappeared so easily. Chan, still confused, walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Did you call for me earlier?”

“Ah, don’t worry about it.”

“Hmm.”

He motioned for you to move over, and he laid down next to you with a sigh. You lay on your side, and Chan turned his head so that he could look at you, one brow raising in amusement. “Can I help you?”

“You’re pretty when you wake up,” You murmured, reaching out to flatten part of his hair that was sticking up. “Messy, but cute.”

“You’re cuter,” He corrected, and he turned his face away so you couldn’t see his face, but you had a feeling he was blushing. “You’re going with Hyunjin and Felix to the museum today, right?”

“Yup. We don’t have to leave for a while though, we can have breakfast together.”

“Sure. I’m planning on heading to the studio today.”

“Never a day off in your life, is there?”

Chan rolled over so that you were now facing each other, and he placed his hand against your cheek. “You ever want to spend a day off with me, all you have to do is ask, sweetheart.”

“Charmer,” You drawled, pressing a kiss to his palm. You then pushed his hand away so you could sit up, stretching your arms above your head.

“Guess we should get up.”

“Yeah. You want to take a shower first?”

“Nah, you go first. I’m going to get started on breakfast.”

“Okay.”

Chan watched you with fond eyes as you leaned in close to press a kiss to his lips, and you found yourself lingering a little longer than you should have. What was supposed to be a quick peck ended up turning into a full-blown make-out session, your hands holding you up as you hovered above him, lips moving softly against one another while his own palms burned against your hips, thumbs rubbing circles against your skin. You only managed to force yourself away when his phone began to buzz.

He chased your lips and you let out a laugh. “You should answer that.”

“Hmm, I really should.”

One last kiss, this time for real, and you were out the bedroom door before you could convince yourself to skip breakfast and spend the morning in bed with Chan. Jisung nearly bumped into you as you passed by the bathroom, his hair wet from his freshly finished shower, and you steadied him as you walked past, preventing yourself from getting distracted again.

By the time you managed to scrap something together for breakfast, all 4 of the boys had gotten ready and joined you at the table, although Hyunjin remained in his overly expensive looking pajamas, claiming he didn’t want to ruin the ‘surprise’ of his date outfit.

The effort was nice, but it was a bit ruined when Felix showed up shortly after you all finished, looking like he had just finished a photoshoot. While his outfit was fairly casual, a soft blue sweater vest over a long-sleeved white button down that was tucked into his jeans, he somehow managed to make it look elegant.

If your mouth was left hanging for longer than socially acceptable when you opened the door, he didn’t mention it, although the way he smirked let you know he was more than aware.

“You’re early,” You finally mentioned, accepting his hug after you finished ogling him.

“I had something I wanted to talk to Chan about,” He said, glancing over his shoulder. “Speak of the devil.”

Chan gave Felix a once over as he joined the two of you at the entrance. “I want her back by 10,” He joked, and you rolled your eyes at the two of them.

“Yes, sir,” Felix said, playing along.

“Oh my god, you two.” You held back a laugh. The two Aussies shared a laugh of their own, and you pushed past them to the door. “Okay, that’s my cue to leave.”

“Hey, me and Jinnie will pick you up in an hour,” Felix reminded you.

“I know this is supposed to be a date, but you don’t actually have to pick me up at my front door you know.”

“Aww, does this mean I won’t get my end of the date kiss?” He teased.

“Well, if a kiss is what you’re aiming for, I’m afraid you’ve been beaten by, like, half of the members,” You said, giving Chan a side eye.

Felix gasped in fake shock. “They kissed you without dinner first? How scandalous.”

Now it was Chan’s turn to roll his eyes, and you took the cue to leave the boys to whatever it was they needed to deal with. You gave Felix a quick kiss on the cheek before you left.

“One hour.”

You smiled. “See you then.”

[miguel-ohara-eater]

Just Sit On My Face Then

(red: Miguel)

(this one's a little shorter)

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(Summary: Miguel was kissing you, and you had to pee and he had an idea)

CW: piss kink, no sex this time just piss drinking/spitting, face sitting, nipple play, and uhh... yeah that's it.

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Miguel was laying on top of you, trapping you underneath his arms and kissing on your neck.

you were supposed to have sex a half hour ago, already taken off your clothes but he got sidetracked and has been kissing and touching on you ever since.

you weren't complaining though, since him touching you still felt good, but there was a little problem.

"...Miguel I have to pee." you whispered, and he rubbed your hips.

"hmm just wait a couple more minutes okay?" he said against your neck, kissing your jaw.

you tilted your head for him, your hands holding his slutty waist and you didn't have to pee that bad so you could hold it until he was satisfied.

he trailed his kisses down your neck, to your collarbone, and then he licked the valley of your breasts.

you let out a soft moan, running your hand through his hair and his mouth latched on one of your nipples, his hand holding the other one with his thumb rubbing against the other nipple.

his tongue swirled around the bud, licking and sucking. you looked down at him, to see he was already making eye contact.

he sucked a couple more times, before moving to the other nipple to do the same thing.

and by the time he'd finished, you thought your bladder might explode.

"Miguel I really gotta pee now." you said as you crossed your legs and he made his way back to your hickey covered neck.

"can't you just hold it a little longer?" he asked, and you shook your head.

he sighed, still not getting up but he held onto you and rolled onto his back, with you on top now.

you looked down at him, your legs still crossed.

"can I go? I'll be right back." you said and he shook his head and sat you up on his chest.

"why leave? just sit on my face." he smiled and your eyes widened.

you had a piss kink too, but was never open about it in case he didn't want to.

"... you're into that stuff?" you raised your eyebrows and he nodded

"100%" he has his hands on your hips, rubbing his thumbs against them.

"so you gonna sit on my face or what?" he smiled again.

you were hesitant, but eventually nodded and you got up and hovered over his face.

you sighed and he raised an eyebrow.

"I said sit." he said and you looked down at him.

"I'm gonna suffocate you."

he rolled his eyes, pulling your hips down on top of him and you sat fully on him.

after a couple seconds, you tried to pee but couldn't even though you still had to.

"Miguel I don't have to pee anymore." you whispered and you felt him say something, and then he reached up and pressed on your bladder.

you let out a little squeak, accidentally emptying your bladder into his mouth.

you sat there, red and embarrassed until he pulled you off and sat you next to him.

his mouth full of piss, he laid you down and crawled over you.

he raised an eyebrow for approval, and somehow you knew what he meant and you slowly nodded. he opened his mouth a little, the pee dribbling onto your body until his mouth was empty.

you looked up at him, the piss soaked into the sheets and your skin. you felt pathetic and nasty, but that was the part you liked.

he smiled and kissed your cheek. "better?" you nodded

"better."

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I don't have a piss kink so idk if I did this right I'm sorry 😭

this one is something completely new to me and I didn't know how to write it tbh lmao. this one's posted a little early but wtvv

but anyways hope you enjoyed!

taglist: @kinkybandages

[mj-iza-writer]

Flynn shook as Whumpee screamed in pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry", Flynn apologized and pleaded, "I am so sorry."

Whumpee groaned, "I'm okay", they grimaced, "that did not feel good at all though."

"I'm sorry", Flynn stood, "um I'm going to go make a call. Are you okay if I do that?"

"Th-thats fine", Whumpee tried to relax into the bed.

Flynn ran to their bedroom and closed the door.

Tears fell to the screen as they made the call.

"Hello", a concerned voice came on.

"Caretaker I really need help", they pleaded, "I think our company messed up and accidentally gave me a harder case than what I can handle. Now I'm accidentally injuring them."

"I'll be right over", came the reply.

Flynn walked by the bedroom Whumpee stayed in. They peeked into the room.

"Okay, good, they were able to fall asleep", Flynn whispered in relief.

Flynn shook as they tried to drink some coffee. It had gotten cold waiting for them.

"I deserve cold coffee", Flynn frowned, "I'm a horrible caregiver."

A gentle knock came to the door before it was opened.

"Flynn?", Caretaker whispered as they peeked in.

"Right here Caretaker", Flynn came out clutching the cup.

"Are you drinking cold coffee?", Caretaker looked at them questioningly.

"Uh yes, I deserve this", Flynn frowned.

"Go make a fresh pot and drink your coffee warm", Caretaker started to walk away, "go on, I can manage."

Caretaker went into the room, and looked over all of the equipment.

"That feeder looks like it's pumping to fast", Caretaker started to adjust the feeding, "you'll get sick like that."

Whumpee squinted their eyes opened.

"Wh-who are you?"

"Oh good morning, my name is Caretaker. I'm here to help Flynn for the day. They seemed a little stressed over the phone", Caretaker smiled, "I just adjusted your feeding to be slower. Do you by chance feel any discomfort in your stomach or around the tubing."

"No, I feel okay right now. I think I had an accident though", Whumpee frowned, "I'm sorry, I can't feel anything below my waist."

"Nothing to apologize for. Those happen sometimes. Especially when you're in bed and that feeder is going so fast", Caretaker went to grab some gloves, "so what we are going to do right now is get you changed. I'm going to change your pee bag also."

Caretaker grabbed some supplies before going to change Whumpee's diaper, "I would like to sponge bathe you today, I'm sure that would feel good on your skin."

Whumpee nodded, "I'm sorry, it's a little embarrassing to have people doing this for me."

"You have nothing to be embarrassed with. This is what your body is dealing with right now. Plus, this is a normal bodily function, so I'd rather you do this than be constipated."

Whumpee nodded, "thankyou."

Caretaker went to work on the sponge bath soon after.

"If you don't like a way I move you just let me know okay?", Caretaker started on the lower body, then moved up.

"I saw a bit of rash around your private area so I cleaned that, and put some cream on it" Caretaker carefully cleaned Whumpee's arms.

"I won't lie, this actually feels really good", Whumpee sighed in relief.

Lastly Caretaker gently lifted Whumpee from laying down and rested Whumpee against them.

"You can hug me if you like while I clean your back", Caretaker inspected their back, "hmm, you have a bed sore back here."

"Yes its been pretty painful", Whumpee rested their head in Caretaker's shoulder, "hmph, this feels so good."

"I'm glad", Caretaker smiled, "I'm going to take a picture of this sore, then I'll dry it off", Caretaker reached for their phone.

"I'll show Nurse Jade when she comes later, she'll know which ointment will be good for that", Caretaker carefully laid Whumpee down, "would you like me to comb through your hair a little?"

"Ye-yes please", Whumpee was quick to reply.

Whumpee dozed off while Caretaker combed their hair.

Caretaker held an oxygen mask over Whumpee's face for a few minutes to make sure Whumpee was asleep before placing the mask on them.

Nurse Jade came in a few minutes later.

"Well well if it isn't Caretaker. Why am I even here? You probably did everything already", Jade looked around, "yep, you have everything done."

"Uh not everything", Caretaker pulled out their phone, "Whumpee has a fairly bad bedsore on their back. I cleaned and dried it, but I wasn't sure what to put on it", Caretaker sighed as they showed the picture, "Whumpee says its pretty painful, there is also diaper rash, but I applied some cream for that already."

"Perfect, I'll take over from here, go get some rest", Nurse Jade smiled.

"Let me know if you need me, I'm going to go straighten out their care schedule", Caretaker picked up a heavy folder, "Flynn has a little bit of a mess in here."

Nurse Jade nodded, "I think this was a little more than what they needed for their first patient."

"I agree, our company definitely did them dirty", Caretaker nodded, "I'm going to sign over to assist with Whumpee for a while. It would be better to have two helping Whumpee, then you won't have as much when you come over as well."

Nurse Jade nodded, "yes having two would help with this case."

Whumpee squinted their eyes open again.

"Good morn... um afternoon, I think... nurse", Whumpee smiled.

"Well hello sleepy head", Nurse Jade stepped over, "I was just informed of your bedsore, let's take a look and get you comfy."

"Alright let me know if I'm needed", Caretaker started to leave, "I'm just down the hall, I may step out for a cigarette really quick though."

"Thankyou Caretaker... for everything", Whumpee smiled.

"Caretaker what are you doing way out here?", Flynn walked out to the end of the driveway.

Caretaker turned and showed their cigarette, "there's oxygen in the house."

"Oh right", Flynn frowned, "I forgot you smoke."

"Um I'm sorry if this is a bad time, but I'm deciding to sign over care of Whumpee to you", Flynn looked down, "I think I am in way over my head, Whumpee needs are not being met here. They deserve better."

"Nope", Caretaker flicked their cigarette away.

"I'm sorry", Flynn looked up quickly.

"I'm not allowing you to do that", Caretaker started to walk to the house.

"Why, you don't have a patient right now. You know what needs to be done for them. You're better at this than I am", Flynn followed.

"Because I've been at this for longer than you have. Do you know what I did when I had difficulties?", Caretaker watched Flynn shake their head, "I asked for help. I didn't back out of my patients care."

"I'm tired Caretaker, I'm tired of crying myself to sleep every night because Whumpee is in so much pain, and I can't do anything to help them. I'm tired of not knowing what to do. Praying that nothing happens until Nurse Jade gets in to help me", Flynn shook as they felt their nerves falling, "you came right in, started their feed machine correctly, changed them, and replaced their urine collecting bag in the same amount of time it takes me to figure out the feeding machine. I feel like a failure. I didn't even have the feeding done right."

"Flynn, you are their caregiver. You are not a failure for trying your best. You will be a failure if you give up on them though", Caretaker sat down on a porch chair, "sit."

"I will sign onto your team and help you, I understand you may not have been ready for this type of case. That's our company's fault for not placing Whumpee correctly", Caretaker sighed, "once Whumpee is healed enough to leave your care you can do whatever you want. I'm not allowing you to give up on Whumpee though."

"Caretaker I", Flynn shook trying to fight back tears, "what do you do when you get stressed, or do you ever get stressed?"

"I get stressed. Their are times I want to cry and scream and cuss, times I feel the world is crashing down around me", Caretaker smiled.

"Wh-what do you do?, Flynn frowned.

"I take a deep breath. I do one task at a time. Once that is done, I move on to what's next. Once the job is done, I step away for a moment, smoke one of these things", Caretaker lifted the pack of cigarettes, "I take another breath, and remind myself that someone inside needs me. That someone is counting on me because they can't do things for themself just yet. My needs need to be pushed aside, or else my patients will suffer. This is a selfless job. It's not about me until my job is done."

"I've caused my patient pain, though. You found a bedsore and a rash from their diaper", Flynn looked down, "I caused those."

"It happens. Yes, you may have been a little in over your head with this. Trying to take care of a patient like this is difficult for one person, you are still new to this as well", Caretaker stood and nudged Flynn, "I'll sign on to help you, if you like."

"I'd really appreciate it, that way I can learn more from you", Flynn smiled.

"Alright, well, let's get in there. I'm sure Whumpee is wondering what's going on" Caretaker went to the door, "Nurse Jade is probably packing up for the day."

Flynn followed with a nod.

Caretaker did a few things more for Whumpee, and instructed Flynn on what to do for the night.

"I'll be back in the morning to help with wake up, and get the day going", Caretaker talked to both Whumpee and Flynn, "I might not stay the whole day, but I will check in periodically. I'll help where I'm needed."

Whumpee nodded, "so are you taking charge of me?"

"No, no", Caretaker smiled, "I'm going to have Flynn remain your full caregiver, I do believe your needs will require two caregivers though. I'll be happy to help."

Flynn looked at Whumpee, "are you okay with that?"

"Yes of course, I appreciate everyone taking care of me."

"Well I wish you both a good night, and I'll see you in the morning", with that Caretaker left.

"Do you want to play cards or anything", Flynn smiled, "or do you want to rest some."

"Cards would be great", Whumpee grinned.

That night, Flynn smiled as they lay in bed.

This was the first night in a week and a half they didn't cry themself to sleep.

Caretaker also smiled as they rested that night.

"How I love my job", they sighed happily.

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all. @villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz @bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13 @notpeppermint @cyborg0109 @idontreallyexistyet @thebejeweledwatercat @painfulplots @whumpbump @everythingsscary @skittles-the-whumpee

Special thanks to @tss-whumper for inspiration.

[jeonqkooks]

I want whoever said I love you first, I'm sure it was Jungkook

our beloved summer; a drabble

“No, no, no, stop squeezing me so hard. I have to pee!”

You’re lounging on the couch with Jungkook wrapped tightly around your body, his arms holding your waist and one of his legs thrown over yours. It’s a Friday night but it’s raining like ass outside and despite the bad weather, some of your friends are still going out to release their stress after an exhausting midterms week. You two, obviously, could not be bothered.

“Then go pee,” Jungkook laughs lightly, untangling himself from you.

“But I’m so comfortable now,” you whine as you bury your face in the crook of his neck and sniff him. He’s warm and he smells like fresh laundry; he could be a good substitute for a bed.

One of his hands sneaks down to pat your butt innocently. “Come on, go pee. Do it for your kidneys.”

You make a noise against his neck, not budging from your makeshift pillows that are really just his muscles, until he starts pressing against your stomach, making you want to freaking explode from all the liquid you’re holding in.

"Seriously. My cousin had to pass kidney stones last year. It's a shitty process."

“Fine, jeez, stop! Dipshit…” you groan, moving to get up from the couch but not before you punch him square in the chest for being a douche. Laughing, Jungkook pretends to be hurt even though you both know your fist did absolutely no damage to him.

He watches you grumpily walk to the bathroom, and when you waddle back out a few minutes later — visibly more relaxed, he’s already semi-vertical, sitting (sinking) into the cushions lazily. You plop onto the couch again, your legs stretched across his lap as he rests a hand on your bare thigh, settling for the spot below where your sleep shorts end.

It’s very… domestic. Making instant cup ramen and wiping stains of spicy broth off each other’s faces as you eat. Cuddling on his couch afterward and being antisocial together, with him right behind you and chuckling at a funny meme every few minutes while you scroll through your socials. Reminding you to drink water and then reminding you to go relieve your bladder.

Feels like you’ve been doing this forever and not just shy of nine months.

You go back to looking at your phone, nearly ugly-snorting when you open the picture of Taehyung that Jimin just sent to the group chat. Now, Jungkook supposes, is as good a time as any.

“Hey,” he starts, and you reply with a quiet Hmm? to let him know you’re listening.

What Jungkook means to say is, I love you. What he could say instead to dilute the weight of those three words with something a little more lighthearted so you wouldn’t be as freaked out, is I think I'm going crazy because I might be falling in love with you, even though he knows he’s already reached that destination.

He’s been thinking about this. This being how to say it without making it overwhelming and having you run off on him, because these are big words he wants to tell you. A milestone. Jungkook knows you’re not used to any of it.

What he does end up saying is, I would do a lot of things for you. Taking a step forward and hoping that you’ll meet him halfway.

Your eyes drift upward to meet his, warm and chocolate brown and shimmering. Everything feels like fairy lights and a mug of hot cocoa. The only thing missing is snowfall outside your window, but it’s only nearing the third week of October.

“Like what?” you ask.

Jungkook rubs absentminded patterns into your skin. “Anything you ask me to,” he answers, pupils surely dilated half way to Saturn as he holds your gaze, a soft smile playing on his lips. He just knows that he must look like a lovesick puppy right now. “Would you let me?”

You narrow your eyes at him, tone accusing as you say, “What did you break?”

“What? Nothing!”

“Then what’s happening?” you chuckle teasingly as you poke his side with your foot. “Why are you getting sentimental all of a sudden? So mushy.”

You’re starting to deflect. He saw it coming from a mile away.

The truth is, Jungkook has been ready to say it before quite a while now, even before the new school year started. He was ready even before you parted ways for a month over the summer to go visit your respective families. He wanted to say it then, too.

“I’m trying," he tells you, which doesn't really count as elaborating.

"To do what?"

He simply shrugs. "To be respectful of your boundaries. To not scare you off."

"Why would you scare me off? What boundaries?" You prop yourself on your elbows, shifting your legs on his lap. You let out a nervous laugh, because Jungkook isn't making very much sense right now. "If you keep beating around the bush, I might think you're telling me you lo—"

Oh.

You watch him watch you piece it together, and then you watch his lips as he carries on, “Yeah. That. You know what I’m trying to say.”

Your mouth opens and closes. It does that a few times even though no sound comes out.

“Don't be pressured or anything," he reassures you. "I just wanted you to know where this is going for me. It's not on you to feel responsible for my feelings."

If this were the old you, your first reaction would probably be to get up and run. Change your name. Move to a country where nobody knows who you are. Start a new life. As if you're on the run from the law and someone had just found out about your identity. As if you aren't just a girl, sitting next to a boy, hearing him tell you that he loves you.

You reckon you would remember this forever. How your heart is beating so hard that your ribs might crack. How you might want to say it back. How you might want to say it back right now and not have to wait a minute longer. How it’s going to be real once the words are uttered. How you hope this would never end. How it would hurt like hell if it did.

You think a stupid thought, I’m like an onion. He’s peeling me open layer by layer.

Then, selfishly, I hope I’m not the one that falls harder.

Thunder crackles outside the window, spurring you on, calling you a coward. This is the same damn thing that you've been trying not to do — pondering the end even before the beginning, finding flaws in every little thing, focusing on the hypothetical negativity just so you could justify your excuse to not let anyone in.

Love is not foolproof, but you have to take a chance anyway.

Minutes pass by, and Jungkook still loves you throughout your silence.

“Say it,” you decide, fully sitting up now. Your phone lights up with notifications from your friends, something about Taehyung almost throwing up on the sidewalk and Hoseok potentially going home with someone. It sounds like they're having a nice time, but you could get to their updates later. You flip your phone over so you could focus on only Jungkook.

“What?” he asks, head tilting slightly as he looks at you.

“I think I want to hear you say it.”

“Are you sure?” He turns to face you better. “I don’t want to force you if you aren’t ready.”

“I’m sure," you confirm, fighting every instinct to run away. "Say what you mean.”

Jungkook doesn't though, not immediately. He watches you for another moment, trying to see if he should really do it. Trying to give you one last chance to bolt if you change your mind.

But you sit still, holding your breath, waiting for him to help you let him in. There's no going back after this.

“Okay," he says, warm hand still on your skin. "I lov—"

“No, wait! Turn around."

Jungkook blinks.

You blink, flustered. "Turn around. Don't look at me."

He stays in the same position for approximately twenty seconds before he finally turns, chuckling lowly to himself. This is taking a whole process just to get three words out. But it's fine. It's okay. He'll go at whatever pace you want him to.

You're worth it to him.

Once Jungkook is facing the empty wall next to the couch, the words roll off his tongue so easily. The ones that he has never said to anyone else; the ones that you've never had said to you before. Not in this way.

“I love you.”

He hears you breathe out, then in again. Your arms wound around his waist as you scoot close, until your front is flushed against his back. Your heartbeat is so loud that he can feel it, thudding, thudding, thudding...

You tell him with your chin resting on his shoulder, echoing what he told you earlier, "I— I would do a lot of things for you too."

You're returning his sentiment, just not in the exact same words. It's still a lot more than he initially hoped for, and while Jungkook does want to hear you say what you mean as well, he's content with this.

It's a promise that you'll do it soon; he just has to wait for a little bit.

[karmic-vibes]

If I Can Dream

23 - Out There In the Dark, There’s a Beckoning Candle

art credit: @lazylittledragon on tumblr / lazyjunebug on twitter

cw: mentions of period, being uncomfortable in body, general puberty angst

Year: 2001

“Um… papa? Dad?” Bobby started.

She was standing at the bottom of the stairs, timidly making her way over to the couch where her parents were sitting. Eddie reached for the remote and muted the show they were watching so full attention could be on Bobby.

“What’s up, pumpkin?” Eddie asked.

“So, I just went to the bathroom and there was blood…”

“What do you mean? Like did you shit out blood, was there blood in your pee? Like what’re we talking?”

“Eddie!” Steve hissed.

“What? They’re valid questions!”

“Be a little more sensitive, Christ. She’s thirteen—don’t you think it’s more likely it’s just her period?”

“Oh, yeah, that’s more logical…”

“What’s a period?” Bobby asked.

“I… you… do you not know what a period is?” Steve asked.

“Do you know what a period is?” Eddie raised a brow. “Sweetie, did they not teach you any of this in health?” She shook her head and pouted. “Okay,” Eddie sighed, “I’m not gonna go too much in depth, but long story short, you bleed once a month for like a week.”

“For how long?”

“What do you mean?”

“How long am I gonna be bleeding once a month for?”

“Oh, sweetie… roughly until you’re fifty.”

“You’re joking.”

“Afraid not,” Eddie mumbled.

“So do you still bleed? O-Or get your period, I mean.”

“No, thank god. I got a hysterectomy when you were born.”

“Oh… can I get one?”

“No,” Eddie chuckled. “You’re still too young. Maybe when you’re older.”

“You were only twenty-two when you had me… isn’t that still pretty young?

“Yeah, but I had you. Most doctors don’t like doing stuff like that unless you already have a kid. Or unless the husband gives the okay. And it was dad’s idea, so it worked out.”

“Huh… that’s not fair.”

“No, it’s not... Bobbs, why don’t you go take a nice warm bath. I’m gonna run to the store and get some stuff for you.”

“Stuff… what do you mean stuff? Why do I need stuff?”

“Dear lord, we need to find you a new school. I’ll be back.”

That night, Eddie and Steve pampered their daughter more than they ever had before. Steve prepared her bath and cooked her favorite meal, while Eddie got anything and everything she could’ve needed, from pads, to Midol, to a heating pad. Bobby was insistent that none of the spoiling was necessary, but that didn’t stop the boys.

More than anything, they wanted to show their daughter how she deserved to be treated. They wanted her to know from a young age how special she was and to never settle for less, even with ‘taboo’ subjects.

A few months passed and Bobby was slowly starting to realize why her dads spoiled her so much every month. She was becoming increasingly uncomfortable in her body. Between her period, random patches of acne, and not being as gifted as the other girls, she was miserable.

One day, Eddie noticed that she was wearing exclusively larger clothes. Bobby was gathering her belongings for school—as she headed for the front door, Eddie latched onto her bicep, pulling her back. She let out a sigh, rolled her eyes, and met her father’s gaze.

“Yes, father?”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, why?” she lied.

“Bobby, I know you like the back of my hand. Something’s wrong.”

“Nothings wrong.”

“Really? Because you’re wearing clothes that are like two sizes too big. Your face is caked in foundation. It’s just… if this is what you like to wear and stuff, that’s fine, but you just don’t seem like you.”

“Papa, I’m fine.”

“Bee… when I was your age–”

“It doesn’t matter what you felt at my age. Of course you were hiding everything!”

“So you are hiding,” he smugly smirked. “Bobby, what’s going on? Hmm?”

“For the last time, I’m fine! Let it be, pops. I gotta go, I’m gonna be late.”

“You don’t want a ride?”

“No, Sandy’s coming to pick me up.”

“Alright… have a good day… I love you.”

“Love you too. Bye.”

Later that night, when the boys were cleaning up after dinner, Eddie tried bringing up the morning’s incident with his beloved husband.

“Hey, Stevie?”

“Hmm?” he hummed.

“Have you noticed something off with Bee?”

“She’s just a teenager, Eds. She’s moody, she’s insecure, and she’s just trying to fit in. It’s already hard enough on her that she has two dads, one of which is famous, and… it’s hard for her. I’m sure you remember what it’s like being her age.”

“Yeah, but I’m not a fair comparison, Steve. Kinda had other things going on.”

“You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t. I-I literally don’t know how to relate to her. While other girls were trying to make their chests look bigger—I was binding mine down. Everyone was looking at boys to figure out who to date—I was getting gender envy from most of them. It sucked Steve, sure, but I… I dunno, I wasn’t worrying about the same stuff most people were.”

“I know, honey… so, did you get gender envy from me?” Steve smirked.

“Stevie, I couldn’t figure out if I wanted to be you or fuck you. Turns out it was the latter.”

“In all seriousness,” Steve laughed. “Should we talk to Robin or Joyce or someone?”

“Yeah, probably.”

“Are you guys talking about me?” Bobby frowned. She had walked into the kitchen with an empty water glass, hoping to get a refill.

“Oh, honey… we’re just worried. That’s all,” Steve said.

“For the last time, I’m fine!” she cried.

“Bobby, we love you and we just want you to be happy. It kills us to see you become this basket case.”

“Dad, since I’ve been a kid, people have made fun of me. I’ve been getting called a ‘freak of nature’ since I was what, five? I just… I just don’t fit in. My body doesn’t look like everyone else’s, my face always breaks out… it sucks.”

“Oh, sweet pea.” Both boys pulled her into a tight hug. Steve sighed, “I’m sorry your father and I’s marriage is making school hard for you. People are mean.”

“Yeah, they are,” She sniffed.

“It gets better, though,” Steve smiled.

“Yeah, bug, it does.”

“Oh, what do you two know? I mean, dad, you were popular in high school, and papa, you were popular by default because you were dating dad.”

“Honey, I was dubbed a freak, even by dad. And I was convinced he was going to leave me when I told him I was trans. Your teen years are gonna be rough, I’m not going to sugar coat that. You’re figuring out who you are, who you like, what you wanna do with your life. But, so is everyone else, and everyone has different ways of projecting that. Some people will try the fake it till you make it approach with their confidence. Some bounce from persona to persona until they find what they like. Then, some people—like you, my beautiful bug—become basket cases and shut out everyone until they realize who they are.”

“I’m not a basket case,” she pouted.

“But you are, love bug, and we’re worried about you,” Steve said with soft eyes. “How can we help you? Because we miss our bubbly girl.”

“I don’t think there’s anything you can do, dad… you’ve never been through what I have.”

“What about papa? He may be trans, but he still dealt with some of the girly stuff.”

“Really?”

“I mean, sorta,” Eddie shrugged. “Like, I got my period—obviously, or you wouldn’t be here. I had to deal with my boobs growing, body changing, and of course all the fucking torment from all the other girls.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was constantly made fun of for the clothes I wore, how ratty my hair was, and how small my boobs were.”

“So we’re all late bloomers, huh?” Bobby tiredly chuckled.

“I mean, I was actually kinda ‘gifted’, but I bound myself down everyday. The only time I didn’t was our first date.” He motioned to Steve and smiled.

“Oh, yeah… huh, I loved that dress.”

“I’m glad someone liked it,” Eddie scoffed. “Because lord did it give me terrible dysphoria.”

“I know, but I hated when you bound your chest.”

“Why? Missed staring at them?” Eddie teased.

“No, no! I mean… it hurt you,” he frowned. “You have scars left over from it being too tight for so many years. My heart broke the first time I unwrapped you.”

“I know,” he sighed, “but, Bee, it’s all the same shit. You’re gonna feel different, people are gonna project their problems onto you, and you’re gonna feel awkward in your skin for a while. Unfortunately, there really isn’t a way around it.”

“I wish there was,” She whispered.

“I know, bug.” Eddie pulled her in for a hug, gently rubbing her back. His cheek rested atop her head and the two swayed back and forth.

“I’m glad you’re my dad…”

“And I’m glad you’re mine, bug. I wouldn’t want anyone else. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“Really?”

“Of course,” Eddie smiled contently, still holding his daughter close. “Y’know, I never wanted kids, and was super nervous when I got pregnant, but as soon as I saw you, I was in love. Now, I can’t picture a day away from you.”

“Good thing you’ve never been without me, then,” she giggled.

“Huh? Sweetie, I was gone for like three months when I went out on tour.”

“Oh, yeah… I totally forgot about that.”

“I haven’t gone back on the road because I couldn’t, and still can’t, stand being away from you. You are far more important than some money or some extra gigs.”

“I love you, papa.”

“I love you more, bug. Don’t be afraid to come to us with anything, okay? We’ll always do everything we can to help you. And if there’s nothing we can do, we’ll find someone to help.”

“I know, papa.”

“Alright…” They both pulled out of the hug—Eddie rubbed her arm in reassurance. “So, have you finished your homework?”

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

Since you're in a writing mood, how about dealer's choice for the hurt/comfort prompts set in the werewolf AU (because I honestly can't get enough of it!). ☺️

oh hoo ho dealer's choice you say?? I am taking this opportunity to SELF-INDULGE cause I can't stop thinking about overprotective werewolf jake when ronnie's pregnant

so i'm choosing 39. "Here, let me carry you."

this is way more in the realm of pure fluff than hurt/comfort....again i am indulging. i am on my period. let me live a little.

word count: 882

warnings: general pregnancy stuff, jake being a bit of a horn dog, the very beginnings of labor stuff, mostly fluffy goodness

The pup could come any day now. And Ronnie felt it. She felt huge, and just that morning her belly dropped completely. Most of her hours were spent on the couch, reading or watching tv. She was ready for that baby to just get out of her already. 

She missed hiking, she missed riding on Jake’s back through the woods…

She missed getting to walk to the kitchen. 

Anytime she even made a hint of a move to get up from the couch, Jake was already on his feet asking what she needed. Throughout her pregnancy, he barely let her lift a finger when he was around. And it had only gotten more intense the closer to her due date she got. Now, he barely let her walk on her own. 

Oh, but she didn’t mind. She didn’t mind in the slightest when she felt so pampered and protected and loved. Even if she did miss walking sometimes. 

Now she sat caged against Jake’s chest, his focus on the football game on TV while she read. His wide palm ran all along the expanse of her belly, feeling as the pup kicked and pushed against his touch. Like they were playing some game.

Eventually, Jake just turned the TV off to focus on his pup.

“I wanna hold him,” Jake muttered before pressing a kiss into the side of Ronnie’s neck. “For real.”

They chose not to know the sex until the pup was born. But they had gotten into the habit of calling it he. Just a gut feeling.

She smiled as she set down her book. Opting instead to fit her hands over Jake’s, right over where their pup lay waiting for the right time to come into the world. Ronnie had memorized the signs. She knew that it was close, could feel that weight pressing down on her pelvis and had even felt a few light contractions. Though she dared not tell Jake about them, knowing that he would immediately try to call the midwife. But Ronnie knew there was still time. Still time for just the two of them.

“You know what’s weird?” she asked and Jake hummed, the vibrations of it going down her spine. “I’ll never get to hold him this close again. We’ve been one for so long…I’m gonna miss him being right here.” 

Jake curled closer around her, held her just a bit tighter against his chest. Then he whispered cheekily into her ear, “Guess I’ll just have to put another one in ya, then.”

Ronnie laughed as she slapped playfully at his thigh. Jake’s rumble of a chuckle made both their bodies shake. 

“Eventually, big guy, eventually,” she giggled lightly. “Let me push this one out first.” 

“Hmm, you like the sound of that, pup?” he asked, head tilted towards her belly as he drummed his fingers against it. “Wanna be a big brother someday?”

The pup pushed hard into his hand and they both laughed again.

Ronnie tapped his forearm. “Let me up — I gotta pee.” 

“Here, let me carry you,” Jake said as he moved out from behind her and onto his feet. 

“Jake.” She leveled her mate with a look and he just smiled sheepishly at her. 

He shrugged. “Could be the last time I get to hold you both.”

She relented with a sigh, never having been good at denying him in the first place. Jake grinned as he scooped her up easily. No grunts of effort or even having to adjust her in his arms. She was instantly comfortable, one arm beneath her knees and the other around her middle. Ronnie leaned into his warm chest, felt his heart beating beneath her ear while her hands smoothed over the curve of her bump. 

As he walked back to their bedroom to their en-suite, another light contraction made her belly tense beneath her hands. Ronnie tried to hide it, but she sucked in a sharp breath as the pain shot up her spine. That was new. 

“What was that?” Jake asked, worry lacing his tone as he sidestepped through their bedroom door. 

“Just a little pain,” she said with a pat on his chest. “Nothing to worry about.” 

“Is it cause I carried you?” he questioned as he gently set her back down on her feet.

“No, no.” Ronnie braced her hands on her lower back. “It’s fine.” 

There was a sudden warm, wet feeling in her pants. She couldn’t see around her belly, but she was sure there was a dark stain forming in her sweats as the wetness dripped down her legs. At first, she just felt embarrassed. A heat rose in her cheeks as she looked up at Jake with wide eyes.

“Baby…Did you just pee your pants?” he questioned while holding back a laugh. 

“I — I don’t think so! Maybe?” she chuckled nervously, high-pitched. 

That certainly didn’t feel like she peed her pants. Ronnie’s brow furrowed as her hand slipped beneath her belly. Something felt different. Then she felt a soft pop between her legs and more liquid rushed out.

“Ronnie…” Jake placed tentative hands on her waist as he looked down at her.

“Oh,” she gasped, her hand reaching up to rest against Jake’s chest as she leaned against him. “M-My water just broke…”

[vanilladaises-rp]

What are some of your hard thoughts, author?

okay honestly there’s a lot lol 😂

I’ve had so many lately though of changbin, and lee know lately though

I’d imagine Changbin has a such a size/strength kink??? Like that mans muscles are just 🥵 and he’d be so cocky about it like I’d imagine he’d invite you to the gym just to get you all hot and bothered, he’s lifting weight while staring deeply into your eyes then purposely takes his tank off while doing bench presses so you can see the little droplets of sweat run down his chest, abs and back making you completely soaked/hard. Changbin would chuckle putting the weight down before wipe the sweat off his forehead, walking closer to you, "Something wrong hun? You seem a bit uncomfortable" he referred to you closed legs, making you whimper. Changbin would then just chuckle and lean down closer to your ear, "Aw I'm sorry, is my little slut turned on now? Are you that needy for daddy that even watching him workout turns you into a little whore?" he cooed, his breath sending chills down your body

OMG I'm weak for him

(tw: piss kink)

And I'd imagine lee know being sooo into piss kink, like that man would wake up early to get ready for work, currently brushing his teeth, all his ruckus prompting you to wake up as well, you go to use the bathroom but that cocky mf would have his foot on the lid, blocking you access, "Minho move, I have to pee" you whined, still sleepy holding your legs together feeling as if you were about to burst, but he wouldn't budge, "Hmm no" he smirked, making you whine. Lee know finished up and turned to you with a familiar devilish look, "Do you have to pee bub?" he'd pout, making little tears forming in your eyes, his hands placed on your waist as he backs you into a wall, the other hand traveling down to your underwear to toy with your slit/tip, "But I love seeing you like this, all desperate" you cried as his fingers made holding it in a whole lot worse, "You can go once I've returned baby girl/boy, be good and wait for me okay?" he cooed and you nodded. Lee Know left and all day you felt so desperate to use the bathroom, your tummy started to hurt which made you cry more. Finally you heard keys cling and smiled in relief. You sat there patiently, hands on your folds/tip, squirming for his permission, "There's my pretty girl/boy" he smiled sitting on the sofa opposite from you, "You did so good baby, come here" he praised, having you straddle him, making you cores touch, "Such a perfect little piss slut for me, you gonna burst baby?" he asked caressing your cheek, wiping away tears falling as he pressed on your bladder, "Shh go ahead bub, piss on daddy's lap" "Just like that, mark your territory"

okay let me stop sorry this was long 😅 I thought about a hard thoughts blog or adding it to this one but idk haha hope i didn't make anyone uncomfy.

[survey--s]

372.

Are there any specific things you have to do every night before you go to bed? Yeah, I definitely have a bedtime routine lol. I sort everything out downstairs - so that means giving the dog his tea/letting him out, filling the water bowls if necessary, emptying my wax burner and picking a new scent for the next day, putting all the blankets etc. away, tidying up any rubbish and washing any dishes, then brushing my teeth, peeing and getting my stuff sorted for next day before getting in bed.

When you're in a relationship, do you like a lot of space, or do you prefer to talk to them as much as possible? Nowadays I prefer lots of space, but in the past I’ve been quite clingy and in all honesty, it caused a lot of problems. 

When you go to the zoo, what enclosure do you head to first? I tend to just work my way around, but I always spend the most time near the penguins, elephants and tigers.

When you get sick, are you a "good patient" or do you tend to complain about it a lot? I just like to be left alone when I’m sick - I’ll sleep, watch TV or just relax on the sofa. I’m not good if people keep fussing over me though.

When the power goes out when you're on the computer, what do you tend to do instead? Mess about on my phone instead, or read a book.

Do you buy DVD's, or do you prefer watching them online for free? I haven’t bought a DVD for years lol. I just use Netflix or whatever these days.

When was the last time one of your parents was angry with you? Why? Years ago probably. I don’t live with my parents so they have no business getting angry with me lol.

How long have your parents left you in the house by yourself for? I mean...I don’t live at home lol but when I was living there, 2-3 weeks at a time when they went on holiday.

How old were you when your parents started letting you stay home alone? Uh, probably around 9-10 years old for short periods, but once I turned 12 I spent the whole of the school holidays home alone, pretty much.

Do your parents let people of the opposite sex sleep over in your room? They did once I turned eighteen, but I was allowed to sleep around their houses before that age which made absolutely no sense to me, lol.

If you wake up during the night, what do you do when you can't get back to sleep again? Mess about on my phone.

Do you have enough credits to change your Xanga username? Would you change it if you could? Ha, I remember those days of saving credits. I did change it a few times.

Have you ever suffered from insomnia, or from some other type of sleep disorder? Yeah, definitely. I either struggle to fall asleep or to stay asleep during the night. Could you cope sharing a room with someone who snored? Mike snores. It’s a real PITA but I have no choice - we only have one bedroom and there’s no way I could sleep on the sofa.

Do any parts of your body crack a lot? My back, neck and toes. Do you have all your wisdom teeth through yet? Have you ever had one taken out before? I have two left and two have been removed.

Do you prefer curly or straight hair when it comes to your preferred sex? Curly hair.

Do you enjoy thunderstorms, or do you still find it all a bit scary? I love them so long as I’m not outside in them.

What's your ideal type of weather? Do you get that weather a lot where you live? Blue skies, sunshine and around 16-18 degrees with a breeze is perfect. We do get it a fair bit, mainly around April and September.

If you dye your hair, do you do it yourself at home, or do you pay to go to the hairdresser and get it done professionally? I do it myself at home.  What household chore do you not mind doing? Vacuuming, laundry. Would you say you ate a healthy diet, or do you eat a lot of junk food and unhealthy snacks? Hmm, I’d say it’s probably 50/50.

Do you find you tend to get sick when you're stressed out about something? I get anxious and I lose my appetite when I’m stressed, yes.

What do you do with your hair when you can't be bothered to style it properly and need to go somewhere? Just tie it up in a messy bun.

What's your favourite film from the last five years? I have no idea what’s come out in the last five years, really. I never go to the cinema anymore. When you're on the computer, do you listen to music or watch TV more often? I have the TV on pretty much all the time.

Do you have any snacks in your room for when you get hungry? What? No, I don’t eat in the bedroom really.

[jackharloww]

I loved not feeling well. I think pregnant reader and Jack are the cutest. When I had my baby I had really bad allergies, I thought maybe you could write something about that? The reader is miserable trying to control her allergies with natural remedies and Jack takes care of her.

a/n. - thank you so much!! I have an exam in school these days so I haven't been writing and I wrote this one so fast. I hope you like it tho.

Allergies while pregnant

I turn my head to the side and see Jack sleeping peacefully. Not wanting to wake him, I cautiously get up from the bed, trying to be as light as possible, but having a big baby bump is not making anything easier. Jack has been working late in the studio this whole week, he has been exhausted, and I know he would appreciate sleeping in. 

Before going to bed yesterday, my eyes were itching like crazy, and my whole body felt weak. I've had problems with my allergies before, but now that I'm pregnant, it feels like they've only gotten worse, and the more time passes in my pregnancy, the worse it gets. I put on my slippers and grab a warm and cozy blanket while going out of the room. A warm cup of tea would not be wrong now, I think as I make my way to the kitchen. While I wait for the water to boil, I make my way to the bathroom to pee. My runny nose is not stopping, and neither are my eyes. My eyes are dry and itchy at times, but they can't stop running at other times. Having allergies sucks, I think to myself as I go to the kitchen once more to grab my cup of tea. I put my tea on the living room table and carefully sit down on the sofa; wrapping myself up in the blanket, I reach out for my cup and the remote control and turn the TV on. 

It was now 10 in the morning, and I could hear Jack's heavy steps walking out of our bedroom and into the bathroom. 

"Morning, baby," Jack mumbled as soon as he walked into the living room. From his raspy voice, you could quickly tell that he had just woken up. I was holding my phone in one hand and a cup of tea in the other, still trying to cope with my allergies. 

"Jack, google says an air purifier can help. Where is the one you bought?" I let out, rubbing my eyes, trying to look at Jack. His hair was a hot mess, and his face was puffy from just waking up. 

"Hmm, don't remember," he says, laying down on the sofa next to me, putting his arm around my big bump and snuggling his head in my neck, planting small kisses along the way. His hair brushes against my face, and I feel my nose starting to itch and a sneeze trying to come out.

"aah, aah, aacho" I let it out and start to breathe deeply after

"Damn girl, you alright?"

"Clearly not," I say, starting to become grumpy again. "I hate this. Can't your baby just come out now?" 

Jack laughs as he sits up, shaking his head. "My baby, huh? If I remember correctly, you were just as eager as me to put it inside of you," He says playfully, moving his head from side to side, getting closer to me. 

"Shut up," I laugh, taking a pillow from my side, trying to throw it at him, but he grabbed it before I even got the chance to throw it. "Better luck next time," He says before planting a gentle kiss on my lips.

After pulling away from me, he asks, "no, but for real, babe, what can I do to help?" giving me a sincere look. 

"Can you please go look for the air thingy?" I give him a pleading smile. 

He gets up from the sofa and goes to the home office to look for the air purifier. I hear many things being thrown around before hearing a small "there you are." And a few seconds later, Jack came back with the machine, turning it on. 

"Babe, your eyes are swollen and red," He notes, handing me another napkin, seeing the one in my hands was scrunched up. "I can go to the pharmacy and buy you eye drops" he gives me a concerned look. "Isn't there any allergy pills you can take?" He continues. 

I shake my head as I softly blow my nose. "I would love for you to go and get eye drops, but for now, I just want some cuddles" I open my arms as he lets out a sweet laugh coming closer to me. Finally, laying down his body next to me on the big sofa. As usual, he put a hand on my belly, rubbing it gently. 

"Giving mommy a hard time now, bug, aren't we" he speaks to my belly, earning a kick just a few seconds later, making us laugh.  

[shiroichiban]

once again because tumblr is an ASSHOLE they posted my draft before i was ready so to the anon that requested the aaron t teasing nsfw here it is and im sorry but my anger at tumblr is overriding my apologeticness rn >:(((

also the ask used she as a pronoun so i just made the reader female here :33

aaron t nsfw (small fic)~

please don't turn it up, please don't turn it up...

this thought kept running through your head as the continuous buzzing inside you persisted. you could feel your slick slowly build up and stain your panties as you only hoped it wasn't noticeable. inwardly you admonished yourself for wearing shorts today, but then again HE was the one who helped you pick out your outfit, that damn boy who was responsible for the mess you were in right now...

"so the boys requested we adjust the schedule so they can fit one more rehearsal in, do you think it's—!!" the intensity increased as you bit your lip and tried not to moan, tensing up and making your stance more rigid to make sure your knees didn't give out. don't cum don't cum don't cum, was your mantra at the moment as you took a deep breath, regaining your composure.

"are you alright (name)?" your fellow staff member asked concerned but you dismissed their worry with a wave of your hand.

no really, i'm not, i lost a bet and my boyfriend shoved a vibrator up my pussy, all i really wanna do is fuck myself on top of his dick right now!!

is what you would say but you simply smiled, "a-ahem, if you'll excuse me i think i need the toilet..." fuck your voice was slurring, before they could reply you ran towards the nearest bathroom.

you prayed your coworker hadn't heard the buzzing, or taken notice on how weirdly you were running, or had second thoughts about how weird your voice sounded, or—

breathing a quick sigh of relief as you neared the bathroom entrance, just as you were about to enter aaron t stood in front of the door, effectively blocking your way. "going somewhere hun?" he asked cutely but you knew that bastard was trying to get a rise out of you.

"nowhere babe... i just need to pee." you said as firmly as you possibly could, but all thoughts on keeping yourself looking normal went out the window when aaron t pulled out the small pink remote of your vibrator. "y-you perv don't just pull that out here—!!"

your admonishment was futile the moment your boyfriend turned the dial. you let out a breathy moan, as your legs finally gave out and let you fall into aaron t's arms.

"i don't like liars honey bun." he teased, "i know you sweetie, the moment you enter the bathroom you're gonna treat that vibrator as if it was my dick and get off on it right?"

as much as you wanted to deny his claims, you could only whimper as your pussy very clearly responded to his words by releasing another small squirt of cum. looking down at you, t smirked as he sneakily put his hand down your shorts, rubbing his fingers right against the wet spot in your panties making you moan again. "hmm so wet for me, i love how responsive your body is."

"like, i could just do this and—" aaron pulled at your panties, making them dig in to your already sensitive and soaked pussy, "haha, see? you came again!" you couldn't even keep track of the orgasms you just experienced in the past five minutes alone, but that didn't seem to matter to your boyfriend as he kept up his tirade on your body.

"aaron w-we're in public?!" you exclaimed, trying to glare at him but it was futile with how sweet your expression was; cheeks were completely flushed, eyes glossy, and breathing erratic to the point you barely looked mad. "what if someone finds us!"

"that's the thrill of it love, why do you think i even made the bet in the first place?" your boyfriend laughed as his hands ran up and down your body, "just look at you... god i'm so glad you let me pick your outfit." aaron then let his hands sneak up your shirt and into your bra, fondling your breasts to his hearts content. "although these shorts are definitely ruined, your wet spot's starting to show."

"w-what?!" you exclaimed panicked, trying to assess your bottoms but aaron t turned up that blasted remote again, taking away your ability of coherent thought. slumped against him with your pussy heavily overstimulated from the multiple orgasms, but still longing for the stretch of your boyfriend's dick inside you. "please, aaron i can't anymore..." you whimpered.

aaron t seemed surprise at your surrender, usually you'd have some cute witty quip to clap back at him with but now... he can't deny that he likes this side of you too, all horny and trembling, practically begging for release. your boyfriend was no monster of course, with how sweetly you begged for it would be so cruel of him to send you back to work in this state.

quickly whipping his head around the hallway, checking for anyone who may stray towards your direction, he smirked once he confirmed the coast was clear. shooting a text to aaron z about him being, ahem, preoccupied at the moment, he then hoisted you into his arms carrying you into the bathroom.

settling your pliant body onto the countertop, he grinned at his work, there was indeed a faint wet spot on your shorts although no one would notice it if they weren't really looking. yanking your shorts along with your panties down your waist, you watched your boyfriend's expression shift from playful to hungry in the span of seconds as he stared at your bare vagina.

unable to hold himself back, aaron t decided to take it upon himself to, per se, clean you up first. yanking the vibrator out of your well lubricated entrance, he savored the moan that left your lips before diving in with his tongue, devouring your sweet juices like a man starved as you held on to his head.

gripping aaron's hair tightly, you groaned as your pussy finally received its long-deprived pleasure, shoving your boyfriend even deeper into your core. covering your mouth as you tried to keep quiet, but aaron t wouldn't have that, a quick nip to your clit was all it took to drag another orgasm out of you making you whine in the process.

"baby, more..." you moaned but at your request aaron immediately pulled away, "aaron..." you whined but couldn't find the energy in you to pull him back in.

"you know what you promised, right sweetheart?"

no response.

aaron clicked his tongue as he looked at you firmly, "come on baby, you know what you promised. now tell me."

with a small sigh, you pouted and relented to his request, "you won't fuck me until tonight after we're done with work..."

the change in his demeanor was instant, satisfied with your response aaron smiled, "you'll just have to make do with this for now ok hun? i know you're my good girl so you'll be just fine." before you could question what 'this' was, aaron thrusted the vibrator back into your pussy on it's highest setting. thoroughly enjoying the view of you throwing your head back in pleasure as the pistoned the toy in and out of your wet cavern.

now if you thought this was the end of what aaron t had planned for you, you were sorely mistaken. leaning back into your vagina, you screamed when you felt aaron begin to tongue and nip at your clit, sending you into overdrive as you approached your climax. once you could no longer hold back, you felt your eyes roll back into your head as your pussy squirted all over your boyfriend. “s-shit…” you moaned, completely exhausted before looking back at your boyfriend. you couldn’t help but giggle deliriously as you looked at his completely drenched face.

“damn babe… remind me not to deny you too much unless i feel like getting squirted on.” he laughed as he pressed one last kiss to your clit, and lowered the vibrator’s setting before thrusting it back in to your sloppy entrance. you whimpered a bit, sorely overstimulated but innately satisfied as you laid on the countertop catching your breath, turning to aaron t who was currently drying his face with paper towels, “you mind putting my shorts back on babe, i’m kinda incapacitated at the moment.”

aaron laughed before complying, giving your nethers a quick wipe down before dressing you up. “need me to carry you to the break room?” he offered teasingly as you sighed and wrapped your arms around his neck, “well yeah i sure as hell need a break after someone fucked me through at least three orgasms with a vibrator.”

“aw c’mon babe you enjoyed it~”

“true but i would’ve enjoyed it just as much in private you perv.”

[lovelybarnes]

get the girl- p. parker

pairings: peter parker x reader, mentions of ned, betty, mj, and brad warnings: unrequited love (kind of?? implied), lotsss of pining and fluff, a little long about: requested! (DF4) “you fell asleep, i couldn’t move.“ + (DF31) “maybe if you stop staring at her and actually talk to her, you might have a chance.” a/n: been wanting to write a peter parker friends to lovers for a while, so thank you so so much for requesting this. i swear i don’t usually take this long?? i got carried away and it got way longer than i expected, i hope you enjoy! thank you for requesting!

peter thinks it’s hopeless. the cliche he’s stuck in seems cruel- no matter what the movies you (and, fine, yes, him sometimes) make him watch say. nothing that happens in them ever transpires to real life; beautiful girls don’t fall in love with their nerdy best friends and guys like peter parker don’t get the girl.

it’s fun to fantasize, though. and especially fun to look at you, particularly when you’re laying on his bed, oblivious to him standing in the doorway, observing as you twist your neck to get a good look at the polaroids he hung up on his wall. a familiar smile grows on your face when your eyes scan them, flickering to the polaroid camera you got him for christmas years ago.

you move to try to get a better look at them without standing up, glancing down when you feel a sharp edge poke at your skin. he watches as your eyebrows furrow in possibly the prettiest way possible and you pull out a polaroid from under you. and oh, peter is just now realizing exactly what that photo is and why it’s on his bed instead of hanging off the empty miniature clothespin that comes from the pack you thrust at his chest when you noticed the increasing pile of pictures on his desk.

he’s moving on autopilot towards you, the foot already halfway through the door used as a stepping stone to go to your side faster. he’s with you in less than three steps, tugging on your ankle and then tackling you as sensibly as possible, laying his whole body on yours. you oof, dropping the picture, having seen it for too little to really question it, and laugh breathlessly. “pete!” you wheeze, curling your arms around his back, one of your hands absentmindedly drawing figures through his hoodie and your other one inching up to his hair, already beginning to thread through the chocolate curls. “yes?” he hums innocently, furtively grabbing the polaroid you dropped and shoving it in the pocket of his hoodie before his arms wrap around your thighs.

“i told you if you keep doing that, one day you’re gonna get hurt,” you scold, looking attentively as peter leans his head against your chest. “me?” he questions, feeling you nod under his cheek. “uh huh, you. you’ll hit your head or something. for a spider-”

“spiderman. superhero,” peter corrects, you ignore him, “you are really clumsy.” peter huffs in dissent, letting a comfortable silence blanket over the both of you for a minute before he looks up at you. “what?” you ask, a smile brimming at the edges of your words. you’re so pretty, peter wants to say, but instead, he goes with a more best-friend-friendly question, “d’you wanna watch a movie?”

you nod at him, pulling your hands away from his head to play with the strings of his hoodie, “sure, what do we want to watch today?” peter’s eyes immediately light up, and you realize you never actually needed to ask. “fine,” you agree, trying not to grin too hard at the way his face brightens. “which one?” you request, watching his freckled cheeks flush pink in excitement, “sixth one. the best one, of course.” you smirk, shrugging, “right, don’t know why i asked, i basically know the movie word for word now.” peter can’t help but give you heart eyes at the knowledge of your knowing the script of his favorite movie. god, you really were the dream girl.

“‘kay, go make some popcorn and get everything ready while i go to the bathroom,” you request, tapping peter’s shoulder as a way to tell peter to let you out from under his body weight. he does the complete opposite of what you imply, however, nuzzling further into your chest and inhaling deeply. “peter,” you laugh, poking his shoulder again, “‘m comfy,” he mumbles, eyes closed. “pete, c’mon, i gotta pee and you’re lying on my bladder,” you whine, “also, don’t you wanna watch episode six of star wars while i eat popcorn and play with your hair?” you singsong. he’s suddenly moving his body off of yours to let you go, although not before pressing a sloppy- friendly- kiss to your arm, “hurry up.”

you giggle as you stand, stretching out your limbs and walking to the bathroom while peter watches you walk away. once he hears the bathroom door shut, he digs his hands into his pockets, fingers tugging on the polaroid he had shoved inside. a smile grows on his face without his permission when he holds it at his stomach, the light reflecting off of the smile that was printed on the picture. he traces a nail over your face, bright and open in the way that makes you gleam. it’s his favorite picture ever, the only one that managed to catch you so in your element, your natural halo of glow apparent in your outline. peter had scrawled the words best girl in red marker on the white space at the bottom- something he thought he could explain away easily if he had to. the picture had its own designated space on his wall, right in the middle so the importance was clear, but it was rarely actually up there, instead always next to him for inspiration when he was doing homework and on his dresser for when he couldn't sleep.

his lips quirk one last time at the photograph before walking to the wall where all the rest of them reside. he hangs it up, glancing at it once more until he turns to walk out of his room.

the movie is ready to play when you walk into the living room, and peter is in the kitchen making your popcorn. “it smells good,” you say in a greeting, sniffing the air and exhaling in satisfaction. peter laughs, “you do that every time we have a movie night.” you tilt your head at him, “do what?” he motions to you, “that. the whole smelling thing and letting me know how good it smells, it’s cute.”

your face heats when it slips out of his lips, pausing to absorb the words he doesn’t seem to have noticed he said. his back is to you, dumping the popcorn into a bowl for you. you can’t see it, but he’s freaking out, trying to think of an excuse if you decide it was too weird. you don’t do anything to imply that, though, just blink until the words dissolve in the air. “thanks,” you finally reply, as nonchalant as you can make it while you grab his m&ms. he hums in response, turning around to head to the couch, “star wars time,” he winks, making you grin.

you follow him as he heads to the couch, settling down next to him once he puts on the movie. the star wars theme starts, the tune fringed by peter’s humming. cute, you think, snuggling deeper into the crook of his arm and shoving popcorn into your mouth. “hmm, good,” you compliment, watching the scenes you’d seen so many times pass on the screens. you mouth along when you recognize the lines until your eyes feel heavy and they shut completely.

-

quiet thwips wake you up hours later, when the black of the night has bled the sky blue and the stars have littered over the clouds, the moon replacing the sun. you see that the movie is long over when you blink yourself awake, beginning to cuddle deeper into your pillow when you realize it’s too warm and hard to be a pillow. you are met with the vision of your best friend, lip tugged in between his teeth as he concentrates on something behind you. he doesn’t seem to notice that you’re awake, trying to remain as still as possibly while the thwip noises continue. he mutters a curse, scrunching his nose adorably before flicking his eyes to you. they widen when he notices you’re awake, dropping his hand. “what’re you doing?” you yawn, sitting up and away from the warmth of peter’s embrace. “uh- i just- the movie ended and you didn’t wake up, so i tried to get the remote, then i got hungry…” he scratches the back of his head awkwardly, scanning the room and you turn to observe, stunned to see the mess of webs and dropped items you weren’t sure how you didn’t hear. “oh my god, what the- did you try to get everything with your webs?” you ask in bewilderment, eyeing a bag of gummy worms open and on the floor, you snap your neck towards him to observe his burning cheeks. “um. yes,” he confesses, blushing harder. “why didn’t you just get up?” you question, looking back at the ruined living room, exhaling in surprise as you notice the remote on the ground.

“you... you fell asleep on me. i couldn’t move.”

you pause, tilting your head slightly to look at peter, “pete, god, that’s so sweet. but you really don’t need to…” you motion to the dropped items, “do all that,” you laugh. peter shrugs, and you notice the tips of his ears are red, too. “i didn’t want to wake you up. i know how much of a light sleeper you are.”

you feel like you’re melting, every single muscle in your body drooping in the loveliness that was peter parker. you weren’t sure how the boy was real. you suddenly drop yourself on him again, wrapping your arms around his burning neck, “thank you, peter,” you say into his skin. like a reflex, his own arms go around your waist, holding you securely so you won’t fall, “‘f course.”

a moment of quiet follows until peter’s stomach rumbles suddenly, making you laugh, “i think i’ve starved you long enough. you pick today. also, when did you get so ripped? your arms are so big--” peter cuts you off with a groan, dropping his head on your shoulder, “you had to ruin the moment--”

-

peter doesn’t know what it is with you (actually, he does) that makes you so distracting. you’re just waiting in line for lunch, standing next to mj and laughing occasionally when she says something. all you’re doing is standing, and maybe it’s peter’s boy-hormones combined with his spider-hormones that magnify every single perfect feature of yours, but he can’t take his eyes off of you. you’re so pretty. the curve of the smiles that pulls into your cheeks, the twinkle that remains permanent in the color of your eyes, the way you look in that skirt--

“maybe if you stop staring at her and actually talk to her, you might have a chance,” a voice points out from next to him. peter scoffs, ripping his sight away from you to turn to ned. “i talk to her all the time. she’s my best friend.” ned shakes his head and sighs, “you talk to her about star wars, you talk to me about star wars, how is that supposed to help you have a chance--”

“i have a chance,” peter mumbles, trying to believe it himself, “she knows that she and you stand at different levels of best friends--” ned looks offended, “different levels? what is that supposed to mean--” peter stares exasperatedly at his best friend, “it means i want to date her and i don’t want to date you--”

“that’s a little rude--”

“hey you guys,” you greet, sitting down on the seat in front of peter’s and patting the seat next to you for mj. she stares at you silently, and you frown, patting the seat harder, “sit.” you instruct. she sighs and does what she’s told. “what were you guys talking about?” you ask, picking up your small plate of cherry pie to replace the bowl of orange slices that you took from peter’s plate. “thank you,” peter mumbles, digging his fork into the pie the moment you set it down. you hum, stealing a cherry tomato from his salad.

“oh, you know. the usual, your friendship with peter,” the latter shoots him a look and you raise an eyebrow, “that’s the usual? a little strange, don’t you think?” ned shrugs, “did you know that you and i stand at ‘different levels’ as peter’s best friends?” peter nearly chokes on his pie, glaring at ned. you cock your head at peter, thinking as you steal another tomato, “i… guess i thought so? i’ve known peter since, like, preschool, and we tell each other everything.”

“everything, huh?” ned wonders, a sound of pain falling from his lips when peter kicks him under the table. “peter.” he hisses. mj narrows her eyes at the two boys, “what is going on with you guys today? you’re acting weirder than normal.” peter’s face screws up in confusion, looking to you for help. you shrug, “she’s right.”

“i usually am,” mj mutters.

“so what is it?” you query, popping an orange slice as peter cringes at the mere thought of the taste. “peter has a crush,” ned informs helpfully, oblivious to peter’s dismay, “i- i don’t-”

you blink, feeling mj’s elbow shove into your ribs as her own way to make sure you’re okay. you ignore her, and it tells her everything she needs to know. “it’s liz, right?” you guess, trying to mask the hurt on your face with a teasing smile, “i saw you looking at her the other day. she’s pretty.” “no! it’s not- i mean, yes, liz is pretty, but i don’t like her or anything- ned doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” peter rambles. “pete, you don’t have to be embarrassed, i’m just upset you didn’t tell me,” you lie. peter’s eyebrows furrow, “you’re just upset that… i didn’t tell you?” he repeats. you nod, biting into another orange slice. “just that?” he asks meekly. you cock your head at him.

“i just- never mind. it’s not liz,” he says, poking at his pie. “so you admit you have a crush?” you start with a fake smirk, jabbing at your best friend with your fork, “just not on liz?”

“i didn’t… i didn’t say that-” peter stutters. your eyes narrow at him, lip tugged between your teeth, “i’m gonna find out who it is by the end of the day.”

peter is unfortunately sure you will. he’s not subtle as is, but you’re never deliberately looking for the signs, which makes it a lot easier to hide his embarrassingly large crush on you. but now, you'll be paying attention to his every move, and knowing you, he knows you won’t stop until you find out what you want, unless he tells you to back off. but, does he want you to back off?

he pushes his tray away, suddenly not feeling so hungry.

-

you stay true to your promise, hanging off his arm for the rest of the day, observing the way he acts around some of your classmates, but somehow not noticing the way he blatantly refuses to look at you- which proves humiliatingly difficult; peter never realized exactly how much he turned to look if you laughed at the joke too, or to catch one of your smiles when you hear something funny or peter whispers a joke into the shell of your ear.

by the end of the day when you’re walking to the train station together, you’re groaning at him, putting your full weight on his arm as you tug at him. “who is it? is it betty? oh my god, is it mj? is that why you kept looking at her?” you ask excitedly. peter wants to tell you the truth: he wasn’t looking at mj, he was looking at you, because as much as he tried, he couldn’t pry his attention off of you, who just so happened to sit next to mj.

“not mj. not betty,” he replies, pulling you inside the subway and scanning for free seats. you trail behind him when he finds a spot, letting you take it as he stands in front of you. “not them… it has to be liz, right?” you pry, sighing when he shakes his head. “brad- it’s brad, right?” you grin, whining when he denies it again. “can you just tell me if i got them already? i’ve practically said everyone in the school,” you complain, “they do go to school with us, right?” at peter’s nod, you drop your head against his abdomen, “and you have not said their name yet.”

“peter,” you drag out, reaching out for his hand to pull it, “just tell me! i can probably set you up with them!”

“y/n, just drop it,” he sighs, and you sigh too, mumbling a fine before noticing an older lady standing at the door. you wave her over, standing next to peter and letting her take your seat. peter feels like his heart will pop out of his chest.

the bumps of the subway push you close enough to him to feel the thundering of his heart, and your eyebrows knit together in worry, “are you okay? your heart’s beating, like, really fast-” yeah and your hand on my chest is not helping- “‘m fine.”

“is it because of the crush thing?” yes, “because i’m sorry about annoying you about it so much, if you don’t want to talk about it, i won’t bother you with it. just know that if they don’t like you back, they’re insane, because you, peter parker, are a ca-”

it was like a rubber band snapping, and peter suddenly couldn’t help it anymore, pushing his lips against yours, effectively cutting you off and catching you so off-guard, you freeze for a second before reacting, pulling his jaw closer. you almost tug him back when he pulls away, before you remember you’re still standing on a crowded, moving subway, and while kissing your best friend had been all you wanted for way too long, you were absolutely going to miss your stop if you didn’t stop.

“i- i’m sorry, i just-” peter stammered, stepping back. “no! so, please don’t apologize, seriously, it’s fine, it’s, like, better than fine.”

a beat of awkward silence passed before the tube halted to the stop right before yours. “it’s you. in case that didn’t… come clear. you’re the person i like,” peter informs quietly. “really?” you ask, cheek already pulling in a shy smile. “really,” peter assures.

this time, you don’t really care if you miss your stop, and neither does peter, now that he knows that, sometimes, peter parker does get the girl.

[angryschnauzer]

Pitching Tents

Summary: Ooof... *insert breathless spongebob meme here* Okay, so your co-stars Chris and Henry invite you along for a long weekend camping trip, and in the wilds of nature they let their inhibitions be set free.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female Reader x Henry Cavill (MFM)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral Sex (female receiving), Oral Sex (male receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, threesome, spit roasts, fingering, grinding, handjobs, vaginal creampie, sloppy seconds, cockwarming, sex outdoors, anal sex, unprotected anal sex, anal creampie, anal sloppy seconds, degrading talk, zero inhibitions, no refractory period, aftercare, crack fic, utter filth, you. have. been. warned., and the worlds best camping table.

Only the finest free range, organic typos, allowed to run wild and free.

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A/N: Don’t @ me yelling about RPF. This is utter fantasy. You know that, i know that. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. However i do feel i have included enough of each actor to satisfy both sets of fans. Enjoy the filth you dirty sluts.

Pitching Tents

Sitting in the dressing room having your makeup removed you laughed and joked with Chris and Henry, your co-stars. Finally you were prosthetic free and your FX makeup artist left, leaving you to listen as the two men chatted away;

“So all set for our camping trip this weekend Chris?” Henry asked as he wiped off fake blood from his cheek

“Can’t fucking wait Henry, three whole days of beers, fishing, and doing fuck all” Chris turned to you and smiled; “So, whata’ you doin this weekend?”

Sighing you took a sip of water;

“Probably just bingeing Netflix with a family sized bag of chocolate”

“Why don’t you come camping with us?” 

Henry suggested lightly, and at his suggestion your head snapped up;

“Really? I’ve never camped in my life! I’ll just cramp your style for your boys weekend. I’ve never even pitched a tent”

“Oh don’t worry, me and Hen have got all the equipment you could need for that” Chris assured you, but you missed the sly wink he shot to Henry.

-

The campsite was beautiful. On private land it was amazing what being one of Hollywoods biggest stars could get you into, and as Chris had pulled his truck over the gravel both you and Henry were impressed with the stunning location. You’d had little to do as they put the tent up, and as the sun had started to set the beers had been cracked open and the campfire glowed. Whether it was the fresh air, the beer, or the busy work schedule you all had, you were turning in just as the sun had fully set. Curling up underneath the pile of blankets and quilts that’d been thrown on the air mattress, you were quickly fast asleep before either of the men had climbed in beside you.

-

The bright morning sunlight shone in through the thin fabric of the tent waking you, and as you pulled yourself from sleep you smiled at the two men seemingly still fast asleep either side of you. As much as you wanted to stay in the warmth of the blankets you needed to pee, so carefully and silently you pulled yourself out of the cocoon and slipped a discarded flannel shirt on, unsure if it was Henry’s or Chris’s, either way it swamped you and covered your panties and cami you’d worn to sleep in.

As soon as they’d heard the zipper of the tent close Chris had cracked an eye open to glance at Henry, a smirk on his face as he was greeted with an identical grin.

“Do you think she’ll go for it?” Chris whispered

“Yeah, you’ve seen her eyeing each of us, i think she’ll be up for some fun”

“You ready?”

“Dude, i have woken up with the biggest morning wood” Henry grinned

“Me too… so how’re we gonna do this?”

“I’m thinking the sleepy roll and cuddlespoon method ”

“Yeah that’ll work” Chris paused as he heard your heavy footfalls approaching the tent, winking at Henry before the two of them feigned sleep.

With your teeth chattering from the chilly morning air you reluctantly pulled the flannel shirt off before silently sliding back under the blankets, shivering as your body attempted to warm up until suddenly a warm chest pressed to your back and a heavy arm was draped over your waist. Your eyes sprang open and breath caught in your throat as you processed Henry spooning behind you, quiet snores coming from his lips. Before you could think any more on what the man behind you was doing, Chris let out a sleepy sigh and rolled towards you, his face resting on your chest as his legs pressed against your own. With your lower limbs crushed between both mens you shifted a little, lifting one leg slightly only for Chris to hum in appreciation as his hand rested on your thigh and lifted your knee over his hip.

For just a few minutes as the shock and tension had subsided you relaxed into the warmth of being sandwiched between them, but as the temperature started to rise under the blankets you shifted and started to wriggle, and that’s when you felt the first one. The first nudge as Chris pressed himself to your core and you could feel what the internet had lost their collective minds for. A rush of breath left your body as you fought the dilemma between a friend unknowingly grinding against you with the feeling of just how good it felt. With just the thin cotton of your panties and his boxers separating your bodies, you screwed your eyes shut and ignored the guilty feelings for just a moment as Chris rubbed his impressive hard on the length of your slit. When one particular rub grazed against your clit you let out a gasp and without realising arched your back, pushing your ass into Henry and discovering he was having the same bodily issue Chris was. A sleepy murmur greeted you as Henry’s hot breath danced on your ear, before he pressed closer and you felt his fat dick rut into the crease of your ass.

Was either man aware of what the other was doing? Should you say something? As these thoughts plagued your mind they were interrupted as two pairs of lips started to find their way around your body, Henry softly kissing your neck as Chris hooked one finger into the neckline of your cami to allow him to gently suck a hardened nipple into his mouth.

“Oh fuck…”

Two sleepy ‘hmm’s replied, bodies starting to move in unison as they all sought friction, and when you felt Henry’s warm palm smooth over your thigh and ass you let out a groan as he dipped his hand between your legs from behind and his fingers found their way beneath the elastic of your underwear;

“Chris, she’s fucking soaked”

“Lemme feel…”

Suddenly another hand slid down your stomach and the front of your panties, an appreciative moan rumbling from the Bostonian’s chest as he used your slick juices to coat his finger before rubbing circles again your clit;

“So she is… that’s good, gonna need to be real wet for us Babe… Hen, how many fingers you got in her?”

“Two at the moment” the Brit said as he pumped those two thick digits into your velvet cavern; “She’s so fucking tight…”

“Give her another one, need to get her ready”

You felt Henry pull his hand out before adjusting his fingers, only to feel the delicious stretch and burn as he carefully inserted three of his thick digits into your tight entrance;

“You ready?” he asked Chris as he worked his fingers in and out of you, and with a fluid movement Henry had pulled his fingers from you and your panties down your thighs. Chris’s hands were on your hips, lifting you to straddle his waist before he pulled his boxers down and positioned his dripping cock at your entrance, waiting for you to take the final step.

With your fingers splayed against the hard plains of his chest you sank down on him, feeling the wide head of his cock split your walls apart, the stretch almost too much despite Henry’s fingers working you open just seconds before;

“Oh fuck… Chris…”

“That’s it Babe, ride me, let me feel you fuck yourself on my cock”

Letting your head fall back you closed your eyes as you started to ride Chris, lost in the moment until you heard the sound of Henry spitting on his hand. Looking over you saw how he had pushed the blankets back and was now fisting his angry red dick, watching you ride his friend. Whilst continuing to ride Chris you reached for Henry who wriggled close enough that you could wrap your hand around his hot shaft. He sat up and kissed you, his tongue pushing into your mouth and dancing against your own before he sat back with a contented sigh just as Chris started to fuck up into you;

“Feel so fucking good Babe”

“Chris… oh my god…”

“Gonna fill you up with my cum, wanna see it dripping out of you before it’s Henry’s turn”

At the mention of his name Henry grunted, licking his lips;

“Mmm sloppy seconds… gonna need it to fit me in that tight pussy”

As Chris’s thrusts started to get sloppy you rubbed at your clit, your orgasm washing over you before you felt Chris push his hips up and stutter, the twitching of his dick deep inside you prolonging your orgasm.

Only vaguely aware of Henry moving behind you, it was when his strong hands grasped your hips and lifted you off of Chris did you let out a squeal of surprise, before he set you down on your hands and knees and ran a thumb through your folds;

“Chris, you gotta see this”

With a groan Chris moved, looking at his thick white seed dripping from you before he settled back down beside you, arms behind his head. 

Henry pressed his hand to your shoulders, pushing you down as he settled behind you, swiping the bulbous crown of his fat dick through your come soaked lips. You felt that notch as he lined himself up, and with a grunt he slowly pushed into you. 

“Oh fuck…” Henry cursed; “From the way Chris fucked you i thought you’d be loose, but fucking hell you’re tight…”

You were panting with the overwhelming feeling of being stuffed full by Henry, your words punctuated by breaths;

“You’re… the… one… hung… like… a… fucking… horse… OH FUCKING HELL… SO GOOD”

Where Chris had length and an impressive curve, Henry had girth and a lot of it, the sucking sound of him plugging your pussy from behind filling the tent and audible over your yelps and moans. 

“Love it when a girl is loud” Henry grunted from behind you, his hips digging roughly into your his as he punctuated each smooth thrust with a hard and deep halt, before doing it again. In front of you Chris moved, swinging one leg over your shoulders until your face was inches from his crotch and you felt his knuckle underneath your chin;

“Open up Babe”

Looking up you took in the sight of Chris sitting in front of you, his chest patterned with tattoos and coarse hair, his stomach firm yet soft now he no longer had to push his body to the limits of dehydration for Marvel. His dick was hardening as he watched Henry defile your body, and as he cupped your chin he guided your mouth open, gasping as your tongue and lips sucked on the mushroom head. 

Just then Henry started to thrust in harder, his hips harsh as they snapped back and forth and you were reminded that even though he was 250lbs of solid muscle he had the grace of a ballet dancer with his agility. With each push it sent you forwards to take just a little more of Chris into your mouth, before both men were grunting as they spit roasted you like a spit roasted pig at a county fair.

Your senses were overwhelmed, from touch to taste to smell to sound, the atmosphere in the tent was overwhelming and your mind could barely process it through the pleasure that was coursing through your veins. Henry was pulling a fierce orgasm from you and fucking you straight through it, Chris getting close as he cupped his balls and with a groan unloaded thick streams of cum into your mouth. You swallowed what you could but there was so much some dripping down your chin with a steady trail of spit. 

As Chris slipped out of your mouth Henry also pulled out, his strong arms flipping you over until he was on top of you, his mouth catching your own for a fierce kiss, no doubt able to taste Chris on your tongue but he was unbothered by that as he speared your body again. He widened his stance, his legs wide on the mattress as he ground his length into you, and you were completely surrounded by him as his teeth found your neck and he found your pressure points;

“That’s is Darling, let me feel you fall apart for me… felt so good squeezing my cock just a few moments ago, you can do it again, you feel so good…” he praised you as his hips worked serpent like magic between your thighs, the slow grind and push of his pelvic bone against your clit making you roar as your orgasm coursed through your body. You were thankful that the peak of your orgasm had passed when Henry finally reached his peak as to watch the man come undone was a sight of beauty; head thrown back, his mouth open as he let out a groan-come-howl, and you felt the violent spurts of him filling your womb with his cum.

When he was finally spent he bent down and kissed you, tongues and teeth before with a groan he pulled out and rolled to your side;

“You were amazing Darling”

“She was… and is” Chris added as he rolled towards you a kissed you softly, his beard tickling your face and making you smile; “I don’t know about you guys but i’m fucking starving now”

-

Having claimed the flannel shirt you’d worn earlier, that was all you wore as you curled up in a camping chair as Chris lit a campfire and started to make breakfast. Henry approached holding a steaming mug of coffee for you which you eagerly took, your teeth chattering as you started to regret not putting more clothing on;

“Cold? Scoot up and sit on my lap, i’ll keep you warm”

Quickly standing you let Henry take a seat in the camping chair before you sat on his lap, his body like a furnace even though he was just in sweats and a t-shirt. Sitting sideways on him he had one strong arm around your back, the other casually resting on your bare thigh as your legs were swung over the other side of the chair. 

You sat and relished the warmth from his body, the three of you chatting about work when you felt Henry’s hand slide between your thighs. Glancing at his face his attention was trained on Chris, his poker face only cracking when you saw the corner of his mouth tug up in a tiny smirk, glancing at you as Chris turned away and cocking an eyebrow as his fingers found your slit. 

“Shh” he quietly whispered as he slid two fingers into your soaked channel as his thumb found your clit, before he nonchalantly returned to the conversation with Chris. Soon you were writhing on his lap and you could feel the insistent nudge of his cock hard against your ass, so when Chris disappeared to the truck to grab stuff from the chiller Henry grinned at you;

“I need to be inside you… quickly…”

You stood and he pulled his sweats down just enough so his angry red cock sprang free, pulling you to sit on his lap, your legs closed as you stood between his outstretched thighs, and you slid down onto him, spearing your narrow channel with his girth. Chris wandered back holding the supplies;

“Eggs? Breakfast sausage?”

You heard Henry snort back a peel of laughter, and Chris paused, frowning;

“What are you two up to?”

“Chris, she’s already getting her breakfast sausage…” Henry lifted the shirt you wore and you parted your thighs, showing Chris what he was missing. The unmistakable twitch inside Chris’s sweats told you he was growing hard, and as you started to bound on Henry’s lap Chris simply leant and sat on the edge of the small camping table, squeezing himself through the fabric as Henry thrust up into you.

You let your cries and gasps drift on the wind as Henry slid one hand down your front and rubbed firm circles on your clit, his other hand cupping your chin and turning your head so he could kiss you, his stubble brushing against your cheek. He started to grunt and you could feel your orgasm sparking like electricity coursing through your veins, you were now so cock hungry you were begging for him to fill you up with another load of his cum as your body milked him. 

With weary limbs you lay prone across Henry’s lap, a smile on your face as you glanced at Chris who’s eyes were dark with lust as his sweatpants were obscenely tented. Groaning as you pulled off of Henry, your legs wobbled as you closed the distance between you and Chris, kissing him fiercely as he held your body to his so you could feel his hardness pressing against your stomach;

“Betcha getting sore now…” he mused

“Kinda”

“Bend over the table, let me make you feel better…”

Stepping around the table you bent over it, pressing your chest to the smooth surface, grinning at Henry who was now sipping his coffee as he watched you and Chris with interest. 

You heard the click of a bottle lid just as Chris flipped the shirt you still wore up so your naked ass was exposed completely, the cool trickle of oil over your buttocks followed by his warm palms smoothing the cooking condiment into your skin like a goddess at a Greek temple. His thumbs ran over the swollen lips between your thighs and the deep timbre of his voice resonated through you;

“Look at that, so much cum dripping out of you, our little fuck slut”

He slid two fingers into your pussy, before pulling them out and tracing them over your asshole, the oil helping the way as he breached your body and you let out a groan as he slid in easily. Moving his hand he managed to get his other two fingers into your pussy, stuffing both your holes before he grabbed the oil with his other hand and poured more onto your asshole, lubricating you for the inevitable. 

You felt him pull his hand free and he quickly yanked his sweatpants down, the wide bulbous crown pressing against your oiled rose before with a grunt he pushed in and breached your body;

“So fucking good, gonna pump your ass full of cum then Henry can do the same… if he’s got another round in him” he shot a glance to Henry as did you, the Brit raising his coffee mug as he watched his friend plunder your asshole.

“Gonna finish my coffee, and if you’re not done by then Evans you’ll have missed your shot”

With the challenge set by Henry, Chris started to rail you hard, balls deep in your ass as the quiet sounds of nature seemed to come alive as it fed off the carnal energy in its presence, until finally with a scream you came, an intense anal orgasm making you squirt and cover Chris’s thighs, before with a guttural cry he pushed in balls deep and unloaded a thick stream of cum in your bowels. 

You lay prone on the table, your body seemingly on fire as your mind was high on serotonin, watching through heavy lidded eyes as Henry stood and came round to stand behind you beside Chris.

Sucking in a breath Chris carefully pulled out, and the two men watched as a thigh glob of cum slowly slid from your gaping hole. Henry rubbed his thumb over your stretched ring as he pulled his sweats down;

“Gonna enjoy this… don’t normally get to fuck a girls ass, but if she’s already lubed and cum soaked i can just about squeeze in”

The blunt tip of his dick breached your body, and even though Chris wasn’t small, your body had to stretch even more to allow Henry’s girth into your dark passageway;

“So good… doing so well Darling…” Henry muttered as he smoothed his hands over your cheeks; “Fuck this is tight… not gonna last long…”

His powerful hips started to thrust into you, the suction of your body pulling him back in as he railed your asshole with you bent over the small table. 

“C’mon Henry, fill that little slut up”

“Almost… fucking… there…” he replied through gritted teeth, before pushing forwards one last time, filling you with another load.

“Did you…”

“Nah, just getting to that…”

You were hanging on the precipice, your orgasm so close as Henry pulled out and flipped you over, getting to his knees as he buried his face in your pussy, sliding two fingers into each of your cum soaked holes as his wide tongue lapped at your clit and be brought you to one final mind blowing orgasm. 

With everyone completely fucked out and sated, Henry wrapped his arms around you as he pulled you off the table and settled you on his lap, your body and mind overloaded from being fucked so well for so long. You quietly snoozed on his chest as Chris served breakfast, both men eating quietly as you slumbered, before an hour later you finally roused enough with your rumbling stomach to eat some toast.

Finally as they were clearing up you stood and stretched your limbs, before you quietly shed the now rather soiled borrowed shirt, and as naked as the day you were born you slowly walked into the lake, the cool waters lapping at your skin, soothing your muscles and washing away the evidence of your sin filled morning. 

Floating and looking back at the two men as the finished up and started to undress, you smiled to yourself; for your first time camping it was certainly a trip to remember.

[aurumacadicus]

For the fic tittle. Spideypool with Wanna bet?

Hmm, never done spideypool before 🤔 We'll see how this stands up lol.

Wanna Bet?

"Why are you wearing pants?" Wade asked.

Peter pinched the bridge of his nose through the mask. "Please, I've already had to explain this to Captain America and Iron Man already. You wouldn't even believe me."

"Uh, ten bucks says you're wrong," Wade said, pulling a bill from... somewhere.

Peter decided not to think about where the bill had come from. He knew that there were no pockets on Wade's suit. It was better not to think about it. "Ten bucks says--Wade, that is a single fucking dollar," he snapped.

"I got nine more smackeroos just like it," Wade assured him. "And it doesn't matter because you'll have to give me ten bucks. Because I'm definitely going to believe you."

Peter sighed and crossed his arms, scowling. Well. Wade would probably find a way to sneak the money to him anyway even if he did win. He usually did, when they had bets going on. "You're not going to believe me," he told Wade, one last time.

"Double or nothin'," Wade replied, unswayed.

"Deal," Peter answered immediately. "So, around Christmas Doc Ock and I mind-swapped and the ‘me’ that's been running around was really him in my body."

"That explains so much," Wade murmured.

Peter paused, staring at him. Did he mean that in the abstract, or had he actually met with Spider-Ock? He was kind of scared to find out. "...Anyway," he continued, deciding to ask about it later. "Now I'm back. But in my last fight, all my clothes got zapped off, so I webbed myself up some underwear."

Wade frowned at him. "Honestly, I'm failing to see why you think I wouldn't believe you. The webderwear sounds very you."

"I'm not done yet," Peter huffed.

Wade held his hands up. "Okay."

Peter scowled at him a little longer, then crossed his arms, sighing. "Anyway. I didn't know that Ock had changed my web formula so it'd last longer, and now my pants are stuck to my butt. Tony says it'll wear off in a few more hours though. Luckily we found out a way for me to pee and I don't have a UTI."

"Why would you have a UTI?" Wade asked, and then, "What do you mean Tony says it'll wear off in a few hours?"

"I told you," Peter barked. "I had to tell the Avengers about it and Captain America ordered a full medical exam. It was embarrassing."

"I doubt Captain America was worried about a UTI. I think it was more likely residual Ock-iness," Wade said, then sighed, pulling another bill from... somewhere. "Alright. You were right. I don't believe you."

"YOU SAID IT MADE SENSE," Peter howled.

"I mean, the way Spider-Man was acting made sense. I refuse to believe that they let you leave with webderpants on," Wade said, handing the bill to him.

"Stop calling them that." Peter snatched it out of his hand. "And they didn't let me leave. I snuck out." He glanced at the bill, then nearly swallowed his tongue. "Wade, this is a hundred!"

"Oh, yeah, I lied about the other nine smackaroos," Wade replied, shrugging. "That's the only other bill I have."

"I'm not taking a hundred dollars on a twenty dollar bet," Peter began to insist.

"Put it in my cold dead hands then," Wade said, and threw himself over the edge of the building.

"WADE," Peter roared, furious, as he slammed into an open dumpster and the lid, comically, fell closed on top of him.

[sgstories123]

Weijie’s Shower

Weijie prefers to run in the night as it was much cooler.  It was almost 2 am when he completed his run around his neighbourhood and reached his block of HDB flats. As usual, he ran topless and his whole body was drenched in perspiration, soaking through his running shorts. He was looking forward to a nice, long shower.

As he ran up the stairs to his flat on the 6th floor, he saw a female figure lying motionless at the front of his neighbour’s flat. He moved forward cautiously and on closer observation, realised that it was his neighbour Anna.

Anna and her husband only moved in a couple of months ago. They are newly married and both are working in large multinationals. Weijie did not get to see them much except during some mornings when they were going to work and he was going to camp for his national service. As such, he had almost always seen the both of them in corporate suits.

No wonder he could not recognise Anna as she is now dressed in a short red dress. She must have just come home from clubbing or a party. She was definitely drunk.

“Are you okay, Anna?” Weijie asked.

Anna looked up and managed a weak smile. “Oh, it’s you, Weijie.” She mumbled something incoherently and her eyes glazed over in drunken stupor.

Weijie got closer to help Anna up. As he held her by the arms, he realised that Anna had very smooth, flawless skin. Her dress was cut low at the front, showing her cleavage and large breasts. He had not realised how large they were as they were always hidden behind Anna’s corporate wear.

As he pulled Anna up, he saw that Anna’s dress was much shorter than he thought. It barely covered her ass and he could just see her matching red panties flashing at him.

“My keys. In the bag. Help me open the door.” Anna repeated, this time a little more coherently.

Weijie saw a small red bag on the floor besides Anna and fumbled through her belongings before finding her keys. He smiled to himself when he saw condoms in Anna’s bag. Was she using them with her husband or with someone else?

Supporting Anna with one hand, he managed to open the door to her flat with the other. Slowly, he helped her inside the flat and settled her onto the sofa.

“Where’s your husband?” Weijie asked, looking around the neatly decorated flat.

“He’s away on a business trip. Won’t be back for a couple of days.” Anna replied.

“Oh, okay. You seems better now. I better make a move.” But before Weijie could even move, Anna stood up suddenly and with a serious look, said in a low urgent voice “I think I am going to throw up. Help me quickly to the bathroom.”

Weijie held Anna by her arms and went into her bedroom’s adjoining toilet. She supported herself with her hand on the wall, waiting for the nausea to subside. Weijie stood next to her on the pretext of helping her but in reality, he was admiring her curvy figure in the tight short red dress.

Anna smiled. “Looks like I am okay. Thanks Weijie.” She turned around but her hand hit the tap level by accident and water from the overhead shower rained upon them.

“Ha ha!” Anna laughed, seemingly still a little drunk. “Help me remove my clothes,” she giggled while fumbling with her dress.

Weijie hesitated for a moment but complied anyway. It was difficult trying to remove the tight dress, especially when it is wet and clung on to Anna’s skin. He finally managed to peel it off, revealing a set of matching red lacy bras and panties.

Anna seemed oblivious to her surrounding. She closed her eyes, lifting her head upwards to enjoy the water pouring down her face. Weijie was also wet from the water but he did not care as he was mesmerised by the sight of Anna looking so sexy in the shower.

Anna reached behind her back, removing her bra in one quick movement. She pulled her panties down, revealing a small, black, triangular patch of pubic hair. She seemed to have some trouble removing it entirely as her panties were now soaked with water and clung to her skin.

“Help me?” Anna looked at Weijie seductively.

Weijie knelt in front of Anna, helping her remove her panties. He looked up and saw her slit to her love tunnel through the thin, short public hair. Anna trimmed her pussy, thought Weijie.

“Oh, I am going to pee.” Anna said softly before resting one hand on Weijie’s shoulder, preventing him from standing up. Her fingers from her other pried open her vagina, allowing a stream of yellow pee to emanate from within.

When her urine hit Weijie on his face, he thought he will be disgusted. He had heard of golden showers before but never thought that it will be something that he will enjoy. Instead, when some of Anna’s body fluid went into his mouth, he thought it tasted like warm beer. He opened his mouth to drink down more of Anna’s pee, arching forward to lick off the last drops from her vagina.

He continued licking Anna’s cunt, using his fingers to spread open her inner lips. When he found her clitoris, he alternated between jabbing and rubbing it with his tongue. Anna was getting horny from his licking. She clung on to him, digging her fingers on his back. As Weijie intensified his attack, Anna started moaning in pleasure, grinding her pussy deeper into his face. Weijie responded by grabbing her buttocks, and pushing himself even deeper. Before long, Anna achieved an orgasm, squirting her love juices on Weijie, rewarding him with another round of her body fluid.

“Wow. That was awesome. Your turn.” Anna smiled at Weijie. She pulled him up and pushed him against the wall of the toilet. She knelt in front of him pulling down his shorts, revealing an already hard and erect cock.

“Oh my god! This is huge. Much bigger than my husband’s.” Anna gasped. Hungrily, she swallowed Weijie’s cock, trying not to choke on his tool. Weijie held on to Anna as she gave him one of the best blowjobs that he ever had. Anna alternated between stroking his balls and his shafts, sometimes adding to the pressure and pleasure by squeezing his cock with her hands. Within minutes, he could feel himself approaching an orgasm. He pumped his cock faster into Anna’s mouth, and holding on to her head, ejaculated into her mouth.

Anna looked up at Weijie, still with his cock in her mouth. She swallowed his cum and licked his cock clean before letting it out of her mouth.

“Hmm, that was tasty.” Anna stood up to face Wiejie, giving him a kiss on the lips. Her arms wrapped around his body and her fingers drew lines along the contours of his muscular frame. She stopped at his nipples, giving him a tiny flick with her fingers, sending an electric shock through his body and giving him another erection. “You have a nice body. Strong and muscular. You are in NS, right? Are you man enough to fuck me?”

Weijie took that as a challenge. He turned Anna around to face the toilet wall. Now with the water from the shower flowing down her back, he spread her legs and pushed his hard cock into her waiting cunt. Anna held on to the wall for support as Weijie pushed himself deep into her from behind. He increased his pace, fucking her with deep strokes. Anna found herself moaning in pleasure from Weijie’s large cock. With each thrust, she moaned louder and louder.

“I am cumming” Weijie whispered in Anna’s ear. He grabbed her breasts, squeezing the large melons as if he was milking them.

“Cum in my asshole.” Anna whimpered.

Weijie pulled his cock out of Anna reluctantly and slowly prodded open Anna’s asshole with his fingers. Perhaps it was because of the water from the shower, but he was able to ease his cock slowly into Anna’s ass. It was much tighter than Anna’s vagina and Weijie could feel the warmth surrounding his cock. He continued fucking Anna for a couple more minutes before ejaculating into her ass. As he felt his cum dripping out of her asshole, he leaned forward to caress Anna’s breast before turning her head upwards for a final kiss.

“If you think you are man enough, shall we wash up and go for another round on my bed?” Anna smiled at Weijie.