#standing? my leg and hip are on fire that’s weird

[rosasappho]

chronic pain sucks bcus the pain itself is already bad enough but i fear i might dislike the just “general discomfort” days even more.

[xazse]

hear me out...fucking afab gojo in like canon au over his desk and him squirting all over important documents teehee (also like maybe add pussy slapping..its so hot idk why)

AFAB!GOJO x MALE!READER

Notes: pussyslapping really is hot

Pairings: Afab!Gojo x Male!Reader

Tags: Dom!Reader, Crying, pussyslapping, a little bit of manhandling, squirting

“Hold still Satoru, How are we supposed to make you feel even more good if you keep squirming” you inquire in his ear, he tries to answer you but is met by more aching pleasure.

Here you have him sat on your lap, legs spread wide open on either side of your legs, you have him in such an embarrassing, comprising postion. You’ve purposely made him face your desk, facing your important documents that meant a lot to your company.

Your cock is resting painfully under his ass, you’d been trying not to focus on yourself but instead on him, so far he’s only cum two times, that’s not nearly enough in your standards.

“Hnngh.. oh..” Satoru moans knock you out of your thoughts and begin fingering fucking his pussy again, starting the cycle again. He’s so incredibly wet: the slick sounds of you abusing his pussy has him starting up his crying again.

You remove your fingers from him and slap his clit roughly, “No crying remember? We agreed” he cries out while his body twitches upwards.

“My god Satoru, you sound like a fucking woman” you laugh out loud a little and continue your ministrations.

Slipping your fingers back into his cunt, you press a little deeper than before, stretching him out just a little more. He doesn’t know if he can take another orgasm, his body feels like it’s on fire, he can feel everything when you enter him, any attempt to relieve you is met with another harsh clap on his clit, it hurts so bad but he can’t find it in himself to ask you to stop.

He leans his head on your shoulder, looking up at you with so much adoration and love, he whines at you for a kiss, something to distract himself, you obliged, already starting to suck on his tongue lewdly, slurping sounds that make his pussy clench around your fingers. Soft breaths of air leave his lips every-time you part, but you quickly close the gap.

You’d figured it’s enough with the teasing and shift yourself to let your cock free, Satoru is still so impressed just by the size of you, you’re thick, when he had first heard so he expected you to be not so long but he was proven fairly wrong, you were just as long. That night you’d taken his virginity was painful and pleasurable.

You waste no time to filt your cock inside of him, it still hurts even with the two orgasms and how wet he is, you kiss him again to throw his mind somewhere else.

he’s quivering by the end of it, when your whole cock is nestled inside of him just right. You begin fucking up into him, fat cock pistoling into his sensitive hole.

“Feels so.. so good..” “hgnn-“ satoru babbles out. Tears decorate his waterline as you bounce him up and down your cock, you’re damn near abusing his pussy, using him as you would a flesh light, his cum from before is creating a thick ring around where you both meet.

His whole body quakes, you begin rubbing his clit just as roughly as you’re fucking him, as well as moving your fingers at the same pace, he tries to close his legs around the pleasure but you smack his clit again, a throaty whine is presented.

“I’m- im gonna..” “fu..fuck” his breathing speeds up and he’s trying to tell you he’s gonna cum, that he feels weird, everything feels so fucking weird. His legs twitch and he’s squirting, squirting all over your documents, papers, reports, all over your cock. His head is cloudy, he isn’t aware of what just happened, he can hear you scolding him: calling him nasty, a whore, gross all the names in the book, but you know that, that turned you on further, you stand up lifting him up as well.

You forcefully bend him on the desk he had just ruined, no mercy is given when you grab his hips and bounce him on your cock again. He’s just uselessly mewling, from this angle you stare at his swollen red pussy, you seem he needs to squirt one more time before you’re both satisfied.

[mxstellatayte]

Please Max Verstappen and You look so good baby

nsfw under the cut <3 minors can lurk but please do not interact!

"i don't know if this dress fits me right," you say, turning around and inspecting your reflection in the full-sized mirror. "does it look weird around my hips? should i wear a different dress tonight?"

"you look so good, baby, but if it were up to me, you wouldn't be wearing it at all. you wouldn't be wearing anything, in fact." ah, yes. there he is. classic max verstappen. blunt and absolutely unafraid of saying what's on his mind.

"how about you get what you want?" you fire back. "how about we... skip this event..." you straddle his hips where he's sitting in the chair of the hotel room, settling your forearms on his shoulders. "and just stay here tonight?"

"as much as i would like to take you up on that offer," max purrs, leaning forward and pressing gentle kisses to your exposed neck and collarbones, "we do need to go tonight." he smiles against your skin when you groan in annoyance before gently nipping at your collarbone. he really is like a cat.

"then how about you take this dress off and fuck me?" you don't get a verbal response, instead yelping in surprise when max stands, his thighs tensing beneath you, and picks you up by your ass before setting you on the bed, shoving the form-fitting dress up so that it bunches at your waist, and pulling your panties down.

"i'll be keeping these tonight." before you can protest, your lace panties are shoved into his pocket, and you huff with frustration.

"c'mon, maxie. need you."

"i can tell." you stare at the ceiling while he unbuckles his belt and pulls his dress pants down his thighs just enough so that it's at least somewhat comfortable. by the time he's fucking into you, your legs are wrapped around his waist and your head is thrown back in extacy.

you definitely aren't making it to that event on time.

[servingrobin]

oooo what about yandere zoro who’s with someone who can actually match his freak ☝🏽

oooo what about yandere zoro who’s with someone who can actually match his freak

Omg yes!!! Zoro is one my faves for Yandere because he is generally so stoic and cool, this is brilliant

WARNING DARK THEMES!!!

Warnings: smut, dark themes, threats of violence, mutual obsessiveness, sword/knife play, creampie/breeding kink, bondage, dub-con

✨ requests are open ✨

- Zoro was wary at first, the way you pulled on his heart and dick was strange and made him extremely uncomfortable

- But as time went on he grew obsessed: the way you fought, the way you dressed, your mannerisms, your body, everything drew him in

- And he just had to have you. But there was a beast inside Zoro he’d never known before - not only did he have to have you, he could be the only one, no one else should so much as look at your perfection

- You responded extremely well to his advances, agreeing to his date ideas, making great conversation, letting Zoro take you to bed after a few weeks, it was perfect

- Until that damned cook started flirting with you. Nami was away for the weekend shopping so all of his attentions shifted to you and Robin, and Zoro was ready to violently kill the man

- But for the sake of his crew and Luffy he decided to ensure you’d stay with him instead

- You woke up in the night with your wrists above your head, spreadeagled on your bed. A quick glance showed thick black ropes tying you down, knotted in extremely proficient bows

- Zoro sat at the foot of the bed, his three swords splayed out at his hip. He ran soft hands up and down your legs and hummed softly when he saw you were awake.

- “Zoro? Baby what’s going on?”

- “I can’t stand the way he looks at you Princess, I need you to understand you’re mine. No one else’s. They can never have you. “

- He grew more heated as he spoke and with the speed of a bullet unsheathed two of his swords, bringing them to rest gently against your neck in a cross

- You gasped as the cool metal grazed your skin, deadly afraid but a weird fire building in your belly. You were completely vulnerable in this state (and naked to boot), but you adored it

- You looked up at your boyfriend with wide eyes and he glared back down at you.

- With one hand holding a blade strict to your throat, the other lowered and got to work removing his trousers enough for his hard cock to spring free, bouncing against his abdomen.

- You tried to squeeze your thighs together and Zoro noticed immediately, smirking as he lowered himself to nestle his mouth against the shell of your ear

- “You. Are. Mine. You understand?” He whispered threateningly, “Of course you do, you’re dripping for me already.”

- Zoro was delighted by the way your body reacted to him, enjoying that he would not have to hurt you (not that he had actually planned to - he didn’t think anyway)

- You whimpered and bucked your hips upwards, desperate for friction

- Zoro groaned and lined up to your entrance, head poking at your folds but not entering

- “Tell me what you want Y/N - tell the truth who do you belong to?”

- You moan out and try not to jostle against the smooth metal still pressed against your neck

- “You Zoro, you own me, need you so bad, want you to fuck me Zoro, all yours.”

- The words came out in pants, eyes glazing over as the heat in your belly bubbled and quaked at the pressure of the man above you

- Zoro chuffed out a breath and sank into you to the hilt, stretching your walls impossibly wide

- You winced at the discomfort from the lack of preparation, but the pain only enhanced the pulsing heat inside you

- Zoro thrust into you roughly, throwing his swords to the side in order to grip you tighter

- His hands around your hips, dragging you into his cock with each thrust towards you

- He set a bruising pace bouncing you up and down, you barely holding on for the ride. You could feel your wrists burning from the friction of the rope and tried to hold tight, knowing they’d be ringed blue in the morning

- Zoro fucked you for what felt like hours, smacking and your tits and ass as he rammed into you

- You babbled ceaselessly, moans of “yours” and “please” and “so good”

- Zoro joined in your chanting, chasing his release

- “Such a good little slut for me, taking my cock so well Y/N, a perfect whore for your boyfriend and no one else.”

- He grunted as he got faster and faster, rhythm becoming sloppy as Zoro chased his high

- You clenched around him, shouting out as you squirted a storm up both yours and his stomach, juices flowing across the bedsheets

- Your eyes were perfectly glazed over and tears formed in the creases, picture perfect to Zoro above you

- “That’s it baby girl cry for me, so dumb on my cock you can’t even think. Don’t worry you don’t need to think anymore, just take this cock like a good girl. “

- He grew extremely close to his release and held the grip of his sword to your mouth, indicating what he wanted you to do

- You took the hilt between your teeth like you’d seen him do so many times, and sobbed as you came again, wetness now a puddle beneath you

- Zoro let out a grunt and started spurting his seed, bottoming out with great ramming jolts of his hips

- “That’s it Princess, milk my cock, take it all. Making you a momma would keep you here forever huh? Taking my seed so well you obviously want it.”

- You are numb at this point and can only nod, feeling Zoro’s cum squish around his cock and down your thighs

- With a sigh he slips out of you and lazily undoes the ropes keeping you spread

- You shiver and curl into his side, sword forgotten next to you

- Zoro kisses your forehead and hums you to sleep softly, holding you tight in his arms

- You took that better than he thought you would, and he didn’t even have to threaten any limb removal, which he counted as a big plus

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 26

part 1 | part 25 | ao3

cw: period-typical homophobia, recreational drug/alcohol use

He’s marching over the grass with a couple of varsity guys; two on his left, two on his right; V-formation like a flock of geese. Jason's at the head of the group, self-assured purpose of a leader, and it’s weird, seeing this little runt all grown up. The kid used to worship Steve; used to follow him around practices like a lost puppy, called him Captain before he’d even earned the role.

“Is this freak bothering you?” Jason asks. His voice is harsh, winded, winding up for a fight. Steve can see it in his stance: the tightening of his jaw, the clench of his friends’ fists. Plant your feet.

Steve’s gotta shut this shit down before it goes where it always does. Smashed plates, broken bones. All pissing contests flow toward the ocean or whatever.

“Nah, man,” he answers, standing up to dust himself off. The coke zips under his skin, makes him jittery and hot. Hard to play it cool. “We’re good. Busted my ass on the rocks; Munson was just helping me up.”

Munson. Like they’re buddies. Like Eddie’s thumb isn’t still damp from Steve’s tongue.

Jason doesn't seem to buy it. Little pastor-cop in training, he narrows his eyes and turns on Eddie. “Were you following him, Freak?”

Eddie's eyes flash in warning, a muscle jumping in his jaw. Steve shifts his weight to stand in front of him, and his fingers twitch around empty air. He wishes he had his nail bat with him; kind of wants to glue the handle to his palm.

Never know when monsters will come crawling out of the woods.

"Well?" Jason barks, "Answer me!"

His lackeys all pipe up then, the guy to his right sneering, "Not so talkative without his lunch table to stand on, is he?"

"Look at him shaking," adds another.

"Think he was trying to do some Satanic ritual shit while no one was looking?"

"I don't know," says the guy on Jason's left. "Looked like they were sucking each other off to me. Hey, maybe Harrington’s turned fag.”

“Andy!” Jason warns, and Steve—

Steve staggers forward with three arrows in his chest. One for every letter of that stupid fucking word that's been haunting him for years; raging fire in a black box in the far reaches of his brain, belching thick, black smoke, singing his fingertips whenever he gets close enough to touch it.

He wonders if Andy can taste the sulfur in it, too.

“No, go on,” he seethes, voice deadly calm when he lays a hand on Andy’s chest. Steeple his fingers, tips his chin. “Say it again; don't think I heard you right.”

Andy swallows hard, grinds his teeth; tenses to square off for the fight, but Jason throws an arm in front of him. "Easy," he says.

Easy. Down boy.

Andy snarls and backs off.

Jason lowers his voice, searching Steve's face. "You sure you're good? Can't be too careful with..."

His gaze slides over Steve's shoulder, his nose wrinkling in disgust. Steve's never wanted to risk a concussion more. "I'm fine," he grits out, balking at the diplomatic bullshit that's about to slither from his mouth. "Really. Thanks, though, man; appreciate you looking out for me."

Jason gives him a serious nod. "Any time."

—

“So, uh…” Eddie squints at Steve once Jason and his goons run along. His arms are hugged tight around his middle, and he's biting his lip; nervous jiggle of his leg. “How, um— How are we playing this, exactly?”

Steve scrubs at his face; swoons where he stands. Feels like all the blood's drained out of him without the adrenaline to prop him up. Goddamn, he's still so drunk. “Playing what?” he asks, confused.

Whatever it is, it’s already been played, hasn’t it?

Fight’s over; Steve’s exhausted. He just wants to go home.

But then Eddie shakes his head and tuts softly at the ground, his expression gone sour and sad, and there it is again. That feeling that Steve’s fucking everything up somehow.

He’s so tired of that feeling.

Slowly, so slowly, he reaches out a hand. Skims Eddie's side; leather jacket, bony hip, and then he hooks his pinky finger into the belt loop of his jeans. Tugs, just a little. Not hard enough to topple him, just—

Enough.

He hopes.

—

part 27

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[lixies-favorite-cookie]

laughter like honey dribbles ◦ l.f

-an inexperienced Felix tries to impress you by forcing his voice deeper. What do you do when it cracks mid-through?

Paring◦ Lee Felix x Fem!Reader

Words◦ 1123

Genre ◦ The fluffiest smut you'll ever read, awkward sexual situations, realistic sex where life isn't all butterflies, orgasms, and rainbows.

Warnings ◦ Reader is described as having a vagina, laughter during sex, Felix being a big baby, embarrassment (what's new), ruined orgasm ig? Ngl i feel like half of this is just a bunch of me yapping and terrible punctuation (if you find any errors PLEASE let me know, thank you).

A/N ◦ This was the very first thing I've ever posted on my tumblr literally ever and so I'm going to be reuploading all of my stuff back onto this account 😃 so why not start off here

~CookieCreates🍪

You can feel him all around you, chest to chest, skin to skin, heart to heart. Your bodies melded together flawlessly, as though you were molded to fit into each other's arms, and, well, each others…

He pumps in and out of you ruthlessly, perfectly tipping you closer and closer to the edge.

“Please,” you whimper, wrapping your legs around his rutting hips, wanting him closer, harder, deeper,

Fuck.

“What do you want, baby?” He slams his hips harder into yours, prodding all the perfect places. You choke, a rush of pleasure vibrating through your bones. “Use your words.” He pants, nibbling on the soft skin of your neck, his voice deep and low, the seductive sultry tilt sends shivers up your spine and tingles to your core. 

“Say something, anything, your voice drives me crazy,” you whine, throwing your head back in bliss. A shrill moan rips from the back of your throat as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching, electric hands reaching out to you. You brush the tips of its fingers; trailing rings of fire seem to be tickling your skin, raging beneath your bones. 

So close.

So close.

So close.

You reach, all you need is,

“Good girl.” Felix doesn't know why he did it, forced his voice lower, deeper. At the time when ecstasy was rushing through his veins, it didn't seem like such a bad idea, until he went so deep it cracked.

He wants nothing more than for the earth to crack open and swallow him whole.

He stops.

You stop.

The world stops for a moment, and all you can see are his big, brown eyes blown wide with shock. The room is completely silent; the only thing being heard is the rough pounding of your hearts and the hard blinking of your eyes which seems like all you guys are able to do. You stay like that forever. Watching. Waiting. For one of you to take one for the team and cut through the growing tension in the room. You curl your lips into your teeth, breaking the awkward stand-off on whose either going to laugh their ass off or pretend that nothing happened and continue to fuck, but with your orgasm long forgotten and the previous raging heat of the room now dwindling to nothing more than a few flickering embers, the laughter that bubbles up in your throat is beginning to be too hard to contain.

Heat floods his cheeks as he blinks, still in this weird form of fight or flight mode. His muscles tense beneath your traveling fingertips, overcome with the humiliation that burns through his chest, and figuring no matter how much he's praying for the earth to swallow him up, Mother Nature is not coming to save him, so he shoves his face into the crook of your neck, hiding from your amused stare instead. 

“Baby,” you chuckle softly, sympathetically, the sound reminding him somewhat of delicate strings of honey that float through the air. Even with the regret coursing through his veins, the sound sticks to parts of his brain that only you are allowed to occupy, so basically, all of it.

He could sum up his life with you in one simple sentence: cotton candy kisses and laughter like honey dribbles. He groans, digging his face deeper into the soft skin of your neck, the same neck that's littered with the love bites he bestowed not even moments earlier.

Oh, how the world changes. 

You can't help the spree of giggles that spill from your mouth.

“Can you come out now, please?”

"No, I'm good. I think I'm going to live here, die here, eat here, sleep here. You might as well get comfortable, baby, cause I'm staying here for the rest of my life!” He says erratically, digging his face deeper into your skin.

“My dramatic baby,” you coo, running your fingers through his hair, still damp with sweat. Time seems to trickle by as soft bouts of breathing fill the air. The heat of his cheeks burns into your neck as you attempt to coddle him out of the embarrassed home he's made in your body.

"S'embarrassing,” he mumbles, voice muddled by the depth in which he has burrowed into your flesh.

“What was that, baby? I couldn't hear you from the home you've made in my neck.” You tease, a playful smirk dancing on your lips. He lifts his head, shooting you an equally playful but unamused glare. You have to push back the laughter that threatens to leave your lips as you take in his red cheeks and shy eyes. He looks so adorable and yet so sexy at the same time. You don't know if you want to jump his bones or bake him a batch of cookies. The best part is that you know you're going to be able to do both. You lift your eyebrows, sending him a look that states, "You have to admit that really was funny," which he reciprocates with a bashful smile, not quite meeting your eyes, giving you a look back that states, "I know it was funny, but right now I'm too embarrassed to say that currently."

That's what you loved about your relationship with Felix—you didn't always have to communicate with words. Your hearts did the talking for you.

“Come on,” you giggle, “you have to admit it was kind of funny.” He rolls his eyes, a wide smile creeping onto his face. "Yeah, I guess it was kind of funny.” 

You snicker, “Thank God, cause the laughter wasn't going to hold itself in for very long.” 

"Ugg, I hate you.” His words were as soft as silk, holding not even a centimeter of malice. He buries himself back into the permanent place he's made his home. 

“But I love you.” You whisper, your lips grazing the crown of his head, soft hairs tickling your chin.

You loved Felix, and he loved you, and even though the mood was ruined and hope for an orgasm was gone, you wouldn't trade it for the world. How could you when he was exactly that. Your world. 

“Okay, as much as I hate to say this, you can't live inside of me forever; my pH levels have to be screaming right now.”

When you were a girl and the coughs started coming, your mother used to give you honey in a spoon and a tickle to the stomach, telling you that laughter was the best medicine, but mixed with the slick amber liquid, your laughter would always sound like honey dribbles, the perfect cure, but with Felix, you never had to worry about being sick because laughter was all the two of you ever spoke.

©CookieCreates (posted: June, 2nd 2024) All rights reserved. Do not translate, copy, or claim my works as yours! I only post on this platform so if any of my works are elsewhere, report and notify me immediately.

[aespabangedup]

HENTAI GISELLE:

Warning: Pure Smut, don't ask about morality.

A Quick Giselle smut for the naughty needy bitch who crave cocks, even in live ending fairy.

(Don't read if you are a saint. That's it)

ah ah ahh ahhhh ahhhhha ahhhhhhhhhhha

Moaning while caressing your throbbing 5 inch cock with her juicy pussy is non but the bitchy idol Giselle, getting fucked like a dog in doggy style. Standing on two feet, booty arched upward giving you better and deeper access to her holes. Hands on counter looking at her slutty face in the mirror.

She is still in her stage outfits. Well only the top part as you have pulled out her bottom leaving her meaty whity booty to get red from all the smacking of your crotch and holes seeded from your cream.

You two are in one of the many waiting room after her stage, giving her the daily dose of sexual pleasure. Your cock is hammering her dripping wet hole for nearly an hour now. Drenching cause she have cummed twice already while you unloaded once.

She loves to make those hentai ahegao face. Tongue out, eyes rolled, panting and shaking with her weak knees. Making weird sound as if you were raping her while she keeps smiling like a virgin doing her first sex.

Neither you are raping her nor she is a virgin. In fact non of the Aespa members are. They are notorious sex predator in the industry, in fact right now Karina is getting gangbanged by their managers and crews in the next room while Ningning got one of the broadcast station crew to fuck her up beside this room too, just like Giselle got you. Winter is sick so didn't do much but brought over a lesbian fan from crowd to lick her pussy clean while seeing Karina getting gangbanged harasly. That's how they make sure the makeup they have put got used properly to satisfy men.

A puddle of both of your cum mix have gathered on the tiles straight under her hole, a fishy intoxicating smell filling the room.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

You are using her idol pussy like a fleshlight, grabbing and slamming her hips on your thrusting cook. Making the impact heavier and her moan louder each time.

Suddenly you lost your mental barrier and couldn't hold anymore, ended up coming again. Your two months of abstain working like charm as you unload another pool worth of cum in her pussy.

With a perfect ahegao face she ended up on the ground from violent shaking, heavy panting and sweat forming all over her slutty face. You goes down too and start kissing and licking her lolling tongue and salty face painting it with your saliva. While other hand busy fondling her milky tight and modest milkers.

Giselle got on her back and splited her legs open, giving a perfect view of her creampied pussy and tight anal. She spread her butt cheek with her hands, hinting to impale her anal.

Without any wait, you shoved your entire cum lubricated cock all the way in making Giselle scream like a witch on fire and you continue to enjoy your once in a life hentai toy.

The laughter of men and Karina's muffled scream from next room was getting louder, who knows how many cock they are pumping into that whore's little holes at once. One in mouth, two in ass and two in pussy? Another high pitched moan can be heard too, must be Ningning's as she picked a thick cocked muscled bouncer crew to bounce on his cock. He must be using her like fleshlight that's why her moaning is so sharp.

Meanwhile Giselle's ahegao keep getting lewder and lewder as you too are fucking her slutty brain into a mush. Let's just all fuck these fucking Aespa whore up, grrrrrr.....

Plop argg plop aaah plop aaaaahhh smack smack aaaarggahhh

The ahegao face is spouting intoxicating moans and arousing faces with each of your mother fucking thrust stretching her often used shit hole.

Die impaled by my dick you nepo bitch, die die die grrrrr

Arrggggg ahaaa aaaa ahhhhha aaaaaa

She still have a long session ahead.........

[catoslvt]

Finnick Odair x Reader

Already together .

You two have sex in the arena to get back at President Snow and also because idk.

smut, public smut in a way, dom finnick

"Finnick! Is the fish almost ready?" He yells from the sand, and finnick quickly steps back and grabs all the fish on the stand behind him before walking back to the group, me following him with his spear in my hands, not only is the spear rather heavy but its taller than me, so it is a little bit of a struggle but it's okay because the walk didn't even last thirty seconds before we had a small fire going with the fish cooking over it.

As finnick twirls his spear in his hands, I quickly clench my legs shut, staring at him with my jaw open slightly.

"Are you okay? You look gobsmacked." Johanna asks as she lets out a small laugh.

"You can't tell me finnick isn't hot." I gasp, keeping my voice down because I'd only boost finnicks ego.

"I can't. He's your boyfriend. I'm your best friend. It would be a bit weird if I agreed." Johanna tells me with a smile, and I slowly nod, not taking my eyes off of Finnick who must've sensed my eyes on him, because he turns to me with a devilish look on his face as he slowly licks his lips before smirking and johanna gags.

"I can't believe they let you compete in the games together. Your PDA makes me feel sick!" She exclaims, loud enough so that finnick hears and lets out a small chuckle, and I have the idea to go stand with him, so I practically throw myself off of my sitting down position and run over to where finnick is standing, spearing fish as I stare at him amazed.

"I'm lucky the arena had something to do with water because your suit, wow." I gasp as I stare at finnicks arms, the muscles practically popping out.

"I'm the lucky one, love. I get to see your gorgeous body." He says. His hand slowly made its way to my hip, which he gently rubs, his eyes slowly flickering down to my lips, and I lean in to kiss him before Beetees voice ruins the moment.

Everyone's been asleep for an hour, finnick, and I have to stay up for another hour before our shift of watching is over, and it's honestly killing me, not because I'm tired but because how gorgeous finnick looks in the light from the moon.

"I didn't get my kiss earlier." Finnick says, his back leading against an extremely oversized rock, and I shake my head as I stand up to stretch my legs, finnick immediately stands up following me as I slowly walk along the beach front.

"Even though we're in an arena, it's oddly peaceful. The stars are beautiful." I mutter, and finnick grabs my hand and quickly spins me around, so I'm facing him and he smiles.

"Not as beautiful as you, I'd rather watch you than a million stars each night." Finnick tells me, a cheeky grin growing on his lips as my arms snake around his neck.

"A tribute could kill us right now, and I wouldn't care as long as im with you." I whisper before I kiss his lips, my lips lingering for a little longer than a normal kiss, which causes finnick to let out a low laugh.

"I'd rather not die, but I see what you're trying to say." He says before he leans in and kisses me again, slightly deeper this time as his tongue gently slides through my lips and enters my mouth, and I let out a small gasp, as my hands unravel from around his neck and make their way to his hair, which I gently tug.

"I've wanted you since the minute I saw you coming out your tube." Finnick whispers in my ear before spinning me around and guiding me behind the large rock he was leaning against earlier, and I quickly realise what he's suggesting, and I gasp.

"Finnick, we can't have sex in the middle of an arena! There's going to be cameras watching us, plus the group will hear us." I whisper in his ear.

"So you don't want to?" Finnick asks in a teasing voice and I roll my eyes.

"Of course I want to, but we could end up being punished." I state.

"And what? It's not like we're not getting out this arena together." He whispers as quietly as possible, clearly hinting at our plan.

"As long as we're quick and quiet." I whisper and finnick quickly sits on the sandy beach, his back leaning against the rock facing away from the group as he pulls me on top of him so that I'm straddling his lap as he pulls my hips closer to him so that I'm sitting ontop of his already hard dick.

"You're beautiful, you know that, right?" Finnick asks, his lips curling into a smile.

"Oh, shut up." I mumble as I begin pulling down the tight leggings all tributes had to wear this year, as finnick does the same with his, except he doesn't have to pull his down as much as I do.

"If there's a camera behind us, then they're getting a great shot of my ass." I whisper, as finnick pulls me down on his dick, making me let out a small groan as I sit at the base of his cock, my head hanging low as my mouth opens.

"Not anymore." Finnick whispers back as he pulls the ass of my leggings back up whilst he lets out a small grunt himself as I begin rocking my hips slightly.

"Who said you're in control?" Finnick asks, and I instantly stop whilst his hands make their way to my hips, slowly helping me to bounce up and down, but only doing it very slowly because if we speed up only slightly we'd both be moaning messes.

"You're so fucking hot." I mutter, my lips instantly making their way to Finnicks as he continues to bounce me up and down, both of us being in such states the kiss turns rather sloppy and messy really quick.

"I really hope no tribute finds us." I mumble against finnicks lips as he gently speeds up the rate of my bouncing, causing me to let out a rather large moan.

"I hope brutus stumbles across us. He kept eyeing you up all during training even though I made it clear you're mine." Finnick angrily whispers.

"You're my fucking girl." He grunts as his hips begin to buck up in time with my bouncing, causing my head to fall on his shoulder.

"God finnick." I quietly moan as his hands tighten on my hips at the mention of Brutus, and the thought of finnick makes me cum before finnick even can, and I gently lift myself off him so he can't cum inside of me, and finnick goes to move his hands to his dick to finish himself off himself, but I swat them away as I motion for finnick to sit up on the rock, which he doesn't protest as he quickly does it, but he stares at me confused as I sit on my knees infront of him.

"Now, what are you doing?" Finnick asks as I tuck my hair behind my ears, his eyebrows raising, and instead I say nothing and put his dick in my mouth, the sudden movement clearly taking him by shock as I stare up at him through my eyelashes, and I smile as I begin to bob my head up and down, finnicks head gently falling back as he lets out small grunts, his fingers tightly gripping the rock he sits on.

"Snow is gonna be fucking loving this." Finnick groans, his hips bucking slightly so I know he's close, so I begin to bob my head faster and faster.

"I wonder how many people are gonna be rewinding this." He then laughs, before he lets out a quiet moan as his cum fills my mouth and I swallow it without hesitation before I stand up and he stares at me in awe.

"You're amazing, y/n." He gasps before he hands up and pulls the leggings up.

[twilghtkoo]

summary. in which, your boyfriend offers to give you a brazilian wax when you’re too scared to do it yourself

pairings. jeonghan x reader (f)

genre. fluff, established relationship

warnings. brief mentions of insecurities, mentions of past sex between reader and jeonghan ofc, photography lol, also not proofread cus i’m lazy

notes. this is dedicated to @sleeping-sirens c: hehe enjoy this !! a haechan one is in the works !!

masterlist

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“love, what’s wrong?” jeonghan asks you, watching you sigh at your phone for the thousandth time in the thirty minutes.

you hum in question, not being able to hear what he was saying as you were too focused reading a link you found, trailing your eyes off your screen to look at your boyfriend.

“i asked what was wrong and you’re frowning,” he points out, also wearing a frown since you were.

you shake your head, turning your phone off and placing it down beside you. “i’m reading how to wax your own vagina.” you admit, sighing once again.

“huh?” his lips part slightly and his eyes widened.

“i’m too scared to go to a waxer and have a stranger stare at my vagina. like i tried already, i drove my ass there but i couldn’t get out of my car cause i was too scared. so i’m just trying to see if i can do it myself–“

jeonghan pauses his show on the tv before turning his body to face you. his hands reach out to grasp your upper arm and rub it up and down soothingly.

“hey, hey, baby you’re talking fast. it’s okay.” he calms you down.

the corners of your lips curve upwards in a small smile. “sorry.” you apologize.

“you don’t need to apologize baby,” he assured you. “does it seem easy?”

you tilt your head at him, confused on what he’s asking.

“the waxing–what did you read?” he answers your thoughts.

you blink. “oh, uhm, yeah it seems easy. i’m just scared to inflict pain on myself and i don’t know if i’ll be able to see everything.”

he nods, understanding your point of view before he responds with something you were not expecting.

“let me wax you.” he says, seriousness written all over his face.

the crease between your brows softened. “what?”

“let me wax you.” he repeats himself.

in all your years of knowing jeonghan and then dating him for two, he has never judged you or acted weird about anything that concerned your body. instead, always meeting you at the same wavelength of excitement and curiosity.

jeonghan has seen every crevice and cracks on your body, regarding the intimate nights, taking showers together, or just changing in front of each other. you’ve explored it all. you hold a lot of trust for this man, which is why you didn’t have any difficulties saying yes.

—

“how long are you gonna watch that video?” you whine out, slumped body resting against the couch as you watched your personal waxer for today stare at his phone with his eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration.

“baby, i’m watching this so i don’t hurt you.” he sternly tells you, eyes never leaving the screen until the video shortly ends.

you slump in your seat, muttering an “i know”.

he stands up from the couch, grabbing the folded towel and sprawling it out neatly on the floor beside you. “someone sounds eager for their boyfriend to wax their pussy.” he teases you, kneeling down next to the wax heater, stirring it in circles with the wooden stick.

you extend your foot out to lightly kick his arm. “shut up,” you huff.

he softly giggles, his cheek bones sitting prettily below his crescent shaped eyes. “i’m just teasing, baby.”

you’re lying on the towel hannie has laid out for you, one of his shirts swallows your body and the lose fabric rides down your thighs, exposing your underwear and legs.

he taps the bare skin just below your butt. you lift your hips up as he tugs at the lace and tossing them behind him.

“this is different– me taking off your underwear and i’m not about to eat you out.”

the palm of your hand meets your face. “you’re about to be fired on your first day.”

he leans down for his lips to meet with your knee. his hands rubbing your shin.

he lets out a breath, “you ready?”

you blankly stare at the ceiling, a sudden wave of anxiety hits you because you realize your boyfriend, who you very much love and see a future with, will be sitting in front of your vagina ripping strips of hair out. you want to know what he’s thinking.

you lift your head up, your chin touching your collarbone as you meet eyes with him. “what’re you thinking right now?” you ask, taking your bottom lip in to nervously nibble on.

“i’m thinking that im just doing something for my girlfriend because i want to help her.” he answers your anxious mind.

you softly smile at him before your head hits the floor, relaxing your body. “okay im ready.”

“i love you.”

“i know.”

he scoops up a bit of the wax, swirling the stick in a circular motion and brings it over to you, he pokes your thighs to open your legs for him and his hand is hovering over your center.

you quickly close your legs. “wait!“

his face is deadpan.

“you sure you know what you’re doing–“

he with the stick still in his hand he forced your legs open. “if you ask me again one more time, you’re not getting waxed you’ll be getting fucked.” he exclaims while laughing, but you know he’s serious.

you groan, “okay, go.” your hands instinctively grabbing at the shirt that covers your upper half, clenching the cotton fabric tightly.

he mumbles quietly that he’s going to start, kissing your knee once more before you feel him spreading the wax on your sensitive skin. it was warm, an unusual but not an unfamiliar feeling yet it still had your face twist.

“ok it has to sit for about thirty seconds before i can pull it, how you doing?” again, jeonghan being attentive towards you and making sure you’re comfortable and observing how you’re feeling.

you nod, “good, actually.”

he grins happily at your response.

“ok i’m gonna pull now, sorry in advance baby.” he apologizes with a pout, already knowing the pain that can occur from waxing especially on the private areas.

you shake your head, anticipating the pain to come. “just go.” you urge.

he flicks up the end of the wax, holding it between his thumb and index finger. you bite your lip, clenching your shirt in your hands preparing yourself for the rip.

jeonghan takes a deep breath before he rips the wax off like a bandaid.

“ow! fuck!” you curse out, your eyes shut tight.

he presses his hand down on the skin, muttering apologies over and over until you open your eyes.

—

"you did good, hannie!" you compliment him.

he puts the hand mirror down and helps you to slide on your underwear, his hands stop right in the middle of your thighs.

you turn your head to stare at him. "what're you doing?"

you angle your legs so you're able to look at him and you find him gawking at your bare pussy.

"can i take a picture?" he asks.

you lift your head up. "what? for what?" you knew this wasn't just going to be a waxing session with your boyfriend. he's been practically drooling staring at your pussy. you wouldn’t be surprised if the man had a boner right now.

"i should take pictures of my progress no?" his lips quirked.

you drop your head with pursed lips, waving him away with your hand. "hurry up." he grins taking off your underwear again.

he reaches for his phone before hurrying over back to you. he mumbles to himself, not being able to catch what he said. with his phone still in his hand he grabs your shins and pushes your legs towards your chest, from his view your lips are slightly pushed together and puffed out. this position is extremely lewd and embarrassing with him being the only one fully clothed. you're very open to trying out jeonghan's sexual fantasies. taking inappropriate photos is not something new between the both of you and with a rule that they only stay between you two.

"hold your legs in the air for me baby," he instructs.

you do as he says, your feet in the air and your freshly waxed pussy exposed.

he takes a couple shots before tossing his phone on the couch. "fuck you're so sexy." crawling over you to connect his lips with yours and before you're able to cup the back of his neck and pull him in for more, he pulls away giving you a hand to sit up.

"if i kiss you longer i will cum in my pants and i read that you can't have sex for 24 hours after a brazilian wax." he tells you, his lips curved downward in a pout.

you roll your eyes, quickly sliding your panties back on. "what a loss." you sigh dramatically.

he narrows his eyes at you. "no, i don't care for that you meanie." he defends himself, flicking your forehead but not too harsh.

"kidding."

he cups the side of your face, his nose grazing yours as he peers into your eyes. "tomorrow night, you're mine though. i need a review and rating on how i did.”

[dreamsandstars24]

Credits of the post to @bookishwithathought and credits to the main character of this post to @heyovivi because you sent my mind into a spiral

So, imagine this:

It starts small. One day dueling with Gwyn, she manages to throw him to the floor (he was distracted by her beauty, that's how she did it. Of course) and he is just struggling trying to get up and then his shadows just tell him to stop and he, angry and annoyed, stops struggling. And he is just staring at Gwyn, who is standing above him, a sword at his neck, both her feet in each side of his hips and then once she notices he surrendered, a mischievous smile curves her lips and she says "Good boy" and something in Azriel just clicks and his "steeled velvet" friend (sorry, I had to) snaps to attention and he is just left staring at her as she makes her way to Nesta and Emerie who are cheering for her.

She had called him a good boy and he had obviously reacted to it, but it was probably due to the shock.

The next time it happens, Azriel decided to learn mind stilling and who is best to teach such a beautiful art than Gwyn? So, there he is, counting his breaths while Gwyn guides him and he just keeps getting distracted and Gwyn keeps telling him I'm the softest way possible to focus, and when he finally does, she whispers "You're doing so good" and his focus breaks because his mind took a turn in the wrong right direction and now Gwyn is scolding him for not concentrating and he is just trying to mask his arousal.

The third time it happens is in front of both Cassian and Rhys. They're just doing a demonstration on two against one combat when he gets distracted by a nasty comment Nesta made and now he is on the floor confused because now his jaw is on fire and he has no idea what happened. Gwyn, being the soft girl she is, goes to him and asks him if he's okay and he doesn't answer because:

He's embarrassed.

He can see her freckles up close and is doing something weird to his brain.

So worried!Gwyn being very cautious takes her hands to his face to make him focus and the contact makes his skin burn (wrong choice of words) in the best way possible. He is just staring at her in awe and Gwyn noticing his attention, mumbles "That was good, Azriel. You did very good." And he practically melts and Rhys and Cassian are just staring at him like "We lost him"

Then it starts escalating. Suddenly he tries to do everything he can to please Gwyn and she just keeps praising him in the softest ways she can and he is just over the cloud. And then in their first kiss, Gwyn is just there gasping for breath while he tries not to jump on her when she says "you're so so perfect." And something in him breaks because nobody had ever said that to him.

Then later, she holds his hands and kisses them and he loves it.

And then, he scoots closer to her everywhere and his wings touch her back and the simple contact calms her.

Then, he plays with her hair because he loves the way it shines in the sun.

Then, she curls around him while he writes reports and he stops his reports just to hug her and enjoy the way she feels.

Then, during the first time, Gwyn moans "you make me feels so good" and keeps saying praises and he loses it and pounds into her and her hands are on his hair, his face, his back, his hands, and he cums first when Gwyn whispers in his ear "I want all of you" and he feels bad about Cumming first but then he makes up with his mouth and enjoys it because Gwyn is praising him while she rides his face.

And he enjoys sex with her, but he enjoys the simple moments more when she tells him he did a good job somewhere, or when she calls him a good boy, or when she tells him how she loves all of him.

And the Inner circle is just in shock because one of the most feared males in Pyrinthia has his head on Gwyn's legs while she runs her hands through his hair and keeps telling him how perfect and wonderful he is and how much she loves him.

Because in reality,Az is the one with a praise kink and he is very touchy and Gwyn loves loving him and reminding him of that every day.

[holyparadisenightmare]

"Gotcha!" Mother Susan exclaimed. She grabbed my wrist with a firm grip and pulled me over. I squealed as she pulled.

"Let go!" I cried.

"Not this time," she said with fire in her eyes. "You've been stealing deserts for months. You won't get away so easy."

She flicked her free wrist and dropped me to the ground. "Now you'll know how it feels like to be a desert."

I scowled as I dusted myself off, ignoring what she said. I looked up at her with a mix of anger that I had been caught, and fear of what else she'd do to me. Her steely gaze gave way signalling my queue to leave.

I was filthy. Looking down at my messed up uniform, I knew I couldn't go to class like this.

I retired to my dorm. Luckily my roommate wasn't home yet.

I looked myself once over in the mirror as I got ready to shower, a fresh uniform already laid out. I wondered what that nun thought her punishment was. What she thought would happen. I felt fine, and she was so weird with her hand.

But as I climbed into the shower and the water touched me, I realised something had changed. My breasts were so tender. They were warm to the touch and my nipples were hard as a rock.

That was when I noticed how much bigger they were.

Not by a lot, but as I moved around to clean myself off, I began to notice the extra weight.

Trying to grab the soap, I brushed my nipple against the cold tile walls. It sent a shiver down my spin. A fire burnt in my belly. Like something had been ignited.

I yelped at the sensation, once again grateful I was alone. But that feeling lingered.

There wasn't much time before my next class, so I quickly dried off and returned to my room. The thought that maybe my body was growing circled my mind like sharks going for the kill.

But as I go to get dressed, I get stuck.

My shirt wont button up past my tits. Trying to squeeze them in did nothing. They had grown so big and soft. In fact, my whole body had gotten softer. My belly begun to stick out. My theighs jiggled when I walked.

I feel to the ground as the shark sink their teeth in. I watched as my titties grew larger by the second

I was eager to see what this new weight could do, playing with them in my hands. I twisted each nipple between my fingers as i steadied myself against the wall behind me. Leaning forward, I felt how heavy i was getting.

I moaned as I struggled to lift myself back up, my back reluctant to help.

Yet, i craved more. My hand shot between my legs as I eagerly waited to grow.

My body pushed harder against my arm as I tried to play with myself. My hips grew wide and my belly grew heavy. Over the next few hours, I watched helplessly as my muscles struggled to keep up. Growing heavier and heavier, it was beginning to get hard to stand.

My knees buckled as i fingered and fondled myself. I came hard, panting and moaning as sweat dripping down my face.

But as I grew, so does my appetite. Eventually my hands alone weren't enough. Toys buzzed into nothing. I felt my body grow around me, but nothing was able to satisfy the urge that grew with it.

Then I heard my roommate close the front door. A great hunger filled my thoughts as I groaned to my feet and waddled into our living room. I leaned against the wall as I waited for Rose to noticed by voluptuous body.

When she saw me she jumped. I could see she didn't know how to react, but my mind was lost to sexual hunger. I craved her now more than ever. I strumbled forward and pulled her in tight. I kissed her deeply and sweetly. Slowly her apprehension faded into excitment.

She reached her hands out and touched my breast, feeling the weight slowly increase.

"I didn't know you felt this way." She whispered into my ear.

My thoughts weren't coherent. I drooled at the thought of her, my eyes struggling to keep focus. "I need you." Was all that escaped.

I unbuckled her belt and pulled her pants to the ground. Dropping to my knees, I lapped at the front of her panties. I was a good girl. I needed to be a good girl.

She recoiled in surprise, but quickly ran her fingers through my hair. After a minute she pulled me free. I looked up at her with wanting eyes. She rolled hers back at me.

She offered me her hand and i stumbled awkwardly to my feet. Then she led me into her room.

I noticed just how huge I looked beside her. My previously, same size housemate was now dwarfed by monstrous tits and a soft body. I stood and played absently with the breasts and belly that surge out in front of me.

But as I looked into her room and I saw her spinning a pair of handcuffs around her fingers, i lost all doubts.

She tied me to the bed, arms splayed out, my eyes fluttered. She pulled from under her bed a large black strap. Fastening it to her now naked frame and climbed on top of me, my body ached for her. I strained against my restraints as i tried to reach closer.

She leaned in close. I felt the hard cold plastic of her dick. My body, still slowly growing, pressed harder and harder into her as she pulled herself in for a deep kiss.

Finally she pulled my legs apart, and positioned herself on top of me. Thusting deep inside me, my body filled with the warmth it had been craving. My eyes roll into the back of my head as my breath gets shallow. I was lost in ecstacy.

I grip the sheets, as i try to focus on her. Trying to hold onto this feeling. Trying to not come immediately. But as i tried to hold myself back, Rose grabbed a handful of my now enormous breasts and says: "You're my sweet creampuff."

My whole body tensed as her words entered by mind. That pleasure was all I knew. It built inside me as she thrusted into my soft body, my body quivering against her every action. Until finally, I come.

As I come I notice that the feeling of growing seemed to stop. I was panting as I looked across my body as Rose who was wearing only a smut smile. The strap has been dropped and she had begun climbing over me.

With a grunt and a groan she dropped her legs on either side of my face, sitting in my enormous chest, and presenting her pussy. Still dizzy from before all I heared her say was "You've been so good. No its my turn."

[yeoja-dream]

Intertwined

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: BTS OT7 X Reader 

Genre: Fantasy, Magic, Eventual Smut, Plot, slight slow burn

Characters: Vampire!BTS, Elf!Reader

Content Warning: none 

Word Count: 3.5k

You woke up the following morning to the blaring of your alarm waking you from a restful sleep. Instantly, you are in a bad mood. The post-concert blues were hitting like a truck. How were you meant to go back to regular life after a night like that? 

You pick up your phone, scrolling through work emails. I’ll have the payment for this month’s tuition tonight! The twins will be missing from the 10 am hip-hop intermediate class! Ms. Y/N I really think I’m ready for pointe! You sorted through the usual sort of emails when your eyes landed on a more unusual email. Private lesson request. That’s weird. You muse to yourself, rubbing the last of the sleep from your eyes as you open the request, sliding yourself up into a seated position in bed.

“1 adult lesson, style is hip hop and modern…” You mused out loud scrolling through the details. “9 pm is cutting it a little close 1 hour before closing, but it says you’re prepaid so…” You trail off. “Approved!” You announced out loud before hitting the confirm appointment button through the appointment portal. “What was the name anyway?” you scroll back up and snort at the answer. Kim Seokjin? That had to be a joke or a crazy coincidence. Either way, you were definitely going to have to ID this new client. Imagine if it was him - the thought amuses you as you begin your day, preparing for a day of classes. 

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Despite your initial grumpy start, and perhaps it was the thrill of a mystery client who, you admit you’ve been dreaming about being Jin all day, but the day passes you quicker than you first believed. Not even Roberto in your toddler dance class 1, his endless energy typically giving you an endless headache, broke your stride today. 

You waved the last student out, shutting the door and locking it behind you. Can’t be too careful these days. You reminded yourself. You glanced at your watch, 8:15. Perfect, 45 minutes until Mr. Kim Seokjin walks through my front door. You thought to yourself, bemused. 

Putting aside your delusion, you organized the studio for a private lesson, and most importantly, you could slip into the back and enjoy a light dinner. On your phone, you sighed dramatically as you found yourself flipping through photos from last night. When will I ever get to experience something like that in my lifetime? You whined inwardly, bemoaning your modest finances. Maybe in another life 100 years or so, another group will pop up and you will have saved enough to get the same seats. Maybe. Your daydreaming was interrupted, however, by the unmistakable sound of a locked door trying to be opened. 

Your eyes snap to the time. 8:58 pm. Shit. How could I have let time get away from me like that? You snap up from the paper-cluttered desk and run, as fast as your legs will take you through the studio room and into the reception area. It was the person visible through the glass that stopped you dead in your tracks. 

You blinked once, twice, and rubbed your eyes for good measure. Holy. Shit. HOLY SHIT. THAT WAS KIM SEOKJIN. KIM SEOKJIN IS STANDING OUTSIDE MY STUDIO RIGHT NOW. Amidst your internal, slack-jawed panic, Jin stood just outside, black t-shirt and baggy pants hung off him effortlessly. He held up a phone screen and pointed at it, saying something you couldn’t make out through the glass. 

Let him in you idiot! Your inner voice scolds. I can’t give a dance lesson to Kim Seokjin! I should be asking him for advice! You fired back. Let him in, idiot. She says, firmer this time which is enough to break you out of your stun. 

You walk up to the glass door, and with a trembling hand, undo the latch and swing open the door. 

“Sorry, I had a lesson scheduled for tonight, if now isn’t a good time I could reschedule.” He offers politely. He thinks I forgot.

“No, no come in please!” You said as you opened the door wider for him to slip in. “I didn’t forget it's just uh,” He made eye contact with you “...robberies.” It was all you could finish. 

“Right well, no worries!” He said, his disposition relentlessly sunny despite how badly you were screwing this up. 

“Oh sorry before I take you back,” You start, and again the voice in your throat dies into a timid squeak as you finish your sentence “I just really to see some ID and if you would change your shoes I would really appreciate that you see its just house rules and-” 

“Sure. No problem. Here’s my ID,” he said, handing it fully to you. Can I sit here and change my shoes?” He asked, gesturing to the bench next to the reception desk. 

“That is exactly what it is there for. I will sign you into the system so it won’t change you the no-call no-show fee.” You plopped down at the desk, ID in hand. “Is there a reason why there is a sticker over the numbers?” 

“Oh yeah, I have to show my ID sometimes and all it takes is one person with a good memory and bad intentions to steal my identity. I am sure you understand.” He said, slipping on a pair of clean, white sneakers. 

“Oh wow yeah, I guess that’s true. A lot of weirdos out there, huh?” You asked, sliding the ID back towards him. 

“Tell me about it.” He said, picking up the card. “What do you think, more handsome in real life, right?” He asked with a wink. 

As if reflexively, your eyes rolled before you had the forethought to process how rude it might have appeared. Jin laughed heartily. 

“No sorry! Force of habit!” You said, putting your hands together apologetically. “Of course, you’re more handsome in person!” 

“No no!” He said, still laughing. “It was a funny reaction, genuine.” He added, sliding the card into his wallet. “Shall we?” He asked gesturing to the dance studio. 

“We shall,” you said, leading the way. 

The studio lights had been dimmed, the normally bright, overhead fluorescent lights seemed too sterile for a one-on-one interaction. The rest of the equipment had been put to the sides of the room, leaving it completely vacant with the exception of the worn tape on the floor demarking where students were to stand. 

“So let's start with some stretches.” You said, sitting on the floor in the center of the room. Jin followed your command wordlessly. You turned yourself at an angle to him, feeling immediately more at ease. It was easier to deal with him on your periphery. There was a sensation, one that you had been able to ignore on account of your nerves that had been present, you now observed, since he had first arrived. It felt like blue zaps of electricity buzzing through you, and as you spread your legs, lean forward into a split, and feel the stretch, it clicks. This was the feeling you had at the concert. The electric current, the dizzy, hazy feeling that washed over you when you locked eyes with them, it was coming on stronger and stronger, and it was making you bolder. 

“So,” You began. “Let's start with the basics. What brings you to a random dance studio when your company has plenty of dance teachers and choreographers?” You ask, stretching an arm across your chest. 

Jin mirrored you. “Let’s call it happenstance. Besides, the greatest way to learn is to be taught by many teachers.” 

“Okay, Confucius.” You teased. “What did you want to learn today?” 

“I want to learn whatever it is you are learning.” He said matter-of-factly. 

You snorted. “I doubt you want to learn what I am learning.” 

“Try me.” He said, standing up. 

You followed his lead, standing. “If you insist.” You said with a shrug. From the back wall of the studio, you dragged two chairs to the center of the space, about 5 feet apart. “I have been choreographing a routine using this.” You said gesturing to the chair. 

He knitted his eyebrows together in concern for a moment, before the expression dissolved, as did his resolve. 

“Alright,” He began, “Show me first, so I can get an idea of what it is you are referring to.” 

You walked over to the music player, set a 10-second delay, and walked over into position. As the beat hit, you moved your body with long-practiced poise and grace. The routine was like lovers making love for the first time, slow, explorative, and careful to begin. As the song continues, though, the intensity rises before BANG! The finale. 

You lost yourself in the music, whatever high that crept into your system made you carefree and light. You put your everything into every moment, and as you grinded and body rolled, you never forgot whose eyes were on you. You didn’t shy away. 

As the song finished, you let loose the final, explosive move, a visual orgasm to finish the routine. You let the silence hang for a moment while you caught your breath, without the music, shame began to reach through the haze.

“Well…?” You asked, turning around. You weren’t sure what you expected him to look like, or even how you expected him to react, but as you turned, a dark, hungry, and heady expression sat on Jin’s face. Where before he had been kind, respectful, clinical, even, your heart rate rose and a scarlet blush traveled up your face as you couldn’t help but imagine what he was capable of. “Jin…?” You asked again, taking a step toward him. 

As you do so, he blinks and shakes his head. When he looked at you again, his expression was once again as kind and friendly as it had been before. “Sorry.” He said “Got a little lost in thought there. That was amazing, where did you learn to dance like that?” 

“I’ve been practicing my whole life,” You said. “I’d like to think I came out of my mother’s womb dancing.” You said with a chuckle. 

A slightly uncomfortable silence hung in the air before you cleared your throat to speak again. 

“Did you want to learn however much of that we can in…” you glanced at your watch “20 minutes?” You asked. 

“Oh, sure!” He said. “It looks like fun.” 

You walked over to the media player, setting the song’s tempo slower, and began the process of breaking down the dance, beat by beat. Sure enough, being the professional dancer he is, he is an extremely fast learner, never needing to go over the same part more than 3 or 4 times before he has it memorized. You watched him carefully, allowing yourself to be slightly more critical of him than you might be with a more inexperienced student. 

“This part,” you demonstrated, rolling your body with practiced fluidity, “needs to be sexier, more fluid.” 

“How is this?” He asked, his movements still stiff. 

“Not quite.” You said. “Pardon my French, but pretend you’re… well…” you trailed off. 

“Making love to someone.” He finished for you. 

“Right.” You agreed. 

“How about this?” He asked, a perceivable jerkiness still present. 

“Hm.” You mused to yourself. “I think you aren’t using the right muscles. Give me your hand.” 

He offered his hand to you, wordlessly.

You grabbed his hand, opened his palm up flat, and placed it on your stomach. The physical connection sent a strong zap through your body. Focusing on your breathing, you followed through, allowing him to feel the way your muscles were contracting as you did the movement. His expression was hard, unreadable. 

“So… did you feel that?” You asked pulling his hand away. 

“Yeah… I did,” he said, his voice far away and dry. “I definitely did.” 

“So uh, you try now.” You said, feeling shy. 

He did so without comment, and the visual of which causes something to tighten within you. 

“Yeah, that looks a lot better.” 

“Could you,” he began “Ah, never mind.” he cut himself off. 

“Hm?” You ask “I probably don’t mind so ask away.” 

“No, it sounds kinda pervy.” He said, looking down, ashamed. 

“I don’t, uh…” You stammered, unsure how to process what he just said. Was this guy about to ask me to what, take my clothes off so he can see better?? What the hell?

“Oh god that made it sound really bad.” He blurted. “I just wanted you to feel to make sure I was also using the right muscle groups but that sounded kind of weird sorry!” 

“Oh!” You laughed. “You should have said as much. That’s no problem.” 

You walked closer to him, placing your flat hand on his abdomen. You noticed now, as your hand connected with his body, warm tingling spread through your hand. It felt good, you decided, but the unexpected sensation had you pulling back your arm in shock.

“Sorry. “I got zapped.” You lied.

Placing your hand back on his abdomen, through his t-shirt you could feel the hard, lean muscle. The warm, tingly sensation returned, and you watched and felt, mesmerized, as those hard muscles contracted and relaxed through the roll, resisting the urge to cross your legs to relieve some of the building pressure inside of you. 

The proximity, the connection, it swirls through you and you find yourself transfixed, looking up at him. Your breathing is heavy, the current running through you, the haze swirling through your mind, and the tension and heat that was building in your core, it was almost too much to handle. You blinked up at him, his expression dark and unreadable. He looked down at you too, bringing a hand up, cupping your face gently. He searched your expression for a sign of protest, and when there was none, he dipped his head down, and soft, gentle lips met yours. 

You immediately felt breathless, and everything inside you was screaming, chanting at you to keep going. Maybe it was the dizzy way he made you feel, but this all felt so undeniably right. The kiss deepened, your lips parting to one another as you excitedly and feverishly explored one another’s mouth. He didn’t seem to dare to take the next physically, but you needed him. 

You ran your hands up his body and then around his neck, using the new position to press yourself flush to him. He moved his arms down, wrapping solidly around your waist. He backed you up slowly until your back was against the cool mirror of the studio. He pinned you there, placing his hands on each side of your head, against the glass. His arms flexed and relaxed with heavy practiced, restraint, as it took every fiber of his control not to rip your clothes off, take you, and mark you as his on this studio floor. 

He pulled away, suddenly, taking 3 halting, jerky steps backward. “I’m really sorry about this.”

“Wha…?” You ask, dazed and confused. 

“I have to go.” He said, his voice serious and strained. In a flash, he was gone, with the sound of the front door closing behind him the only evidence he was ever really there. 

In the complete silence, the heated haze that filled your mind subsided slowly, and your mind worked in overtime to process the series of events that had just happened to you. An achey feeling blooms in your chest and a different type of heat spreads to your face, embarrassment. What the fuck you thought to yourself, he probably thinks I’m some kind of crazed slut. You allowed yourself to sink to the floor, pulling your knees into your chest tight. What the fuck is his problem anyway, he kissed me first, you reasoned. Maybe I am just a god-awful kisser, you added bitterly. Maybe I took things too far. Maybe I made him uncomfortable. Fuck uncomfortable, he started it! He pinned you against the wall, he absolutely loved it. Two parts of your mine argued back and forth. Whatever the case, sitting in your dim studio feeling bad for yourself didn’t bring you any closer or make you any happier, so you resolved to pick yourself up and bring yourself home. 

You jammed your keys into the keyhole of your front door, unlocking it and entering your quiet apartment in a numb, dissociative daze. If you gave yourself 100,000 guesses this morning to guess as to how your day would end, you still wouldn’t have guessed you’d find yourself in the position you were in. Sleep tonight would be impossible, you decided. You made your way to your bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet, grabbing one of the large, brown, glass bottles inside, shaking it tentatively. The last of the medicine you sighed inwardly, shaking the last two tightly-bundled, pill-sized leaf preparations from the bottle. When the nightmares would keep you awake, Dad would bring you two of these with a glass of warm, cinnamon-spiced apple cider. “These will help you sleep,” He said, handing you the pills. “And this,” he continued, “is full of spices to keep the monsters away.” Handing you the mug of hot, fragrant liquid.

“Like what?” You asked, voice still trembling from crying. 

“Cinnamon.” He told you, climbing into bed next to you. 

“Monsters don’t like cinnamon?” you asked, putting the bitter pills on your tongue, swallowing quickly. 

“Can’t stand it,” Dad said, wrapping an arm around you, holding you close to his side. The contact is comforting. “One sniff of it and they go running for the hills!” 

You giggled at that. “It must suck to be a monster, then.” You decided. 

“Most definitely.” Dad agreed.

The memory was bittersweet. You swallow the bitter preparations, speed through your evening routine, and slip in between your sheets, already feeling the drowsy effects blossom through your body and mind. With the last of your cognition, you grabbed your phone, sending a mass email. You needed a break.

Dear students and families, 

I have come down with something and as such, I will be suspending all classes for tomorrow. The following day, however, classes will return as scheduled. Thank you for your understanding. 

Best, 

Teacher Y/N

You hit send, and allow your eyes to close, sending you into a peaceful, dreamless sleep. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “I can’t get through,” Namjoon said, eyes closed, eyebrows knit together with concentration. 

“Should we go up to her place?” Taehyung asked, looking at the older man, concerned. 

“No,” Jin said, voice stern. “We have done plenty.” 

“We?” Jungkook snorted. “Hyung, last time I checked it was you who planted one on her, not us.” 

Jin shot him a dirty look. “If we had sent you, you would have lost control 30 seconds into being there and we would be having a much different conversation right now.” 

Yoongi walked over to Jin, standing behind him and rubbing his shoulders comfortingly. “You are completely sure?” Yoongi asked, his tone flat, measured. 

“As I have said 100 times over, yes,” Jin said, pushing down the growing irritation in his voice. It wasn’t anyone else’s fault he had gone too far. The way you looked up at him, the feeling of your hand on his body after he had just touched you, watched you move, he couldn’t help himself. He only hoped now that you felt the same way. 

“She could have taken something and that’s why you can’t reach her, right Namjoon-hung?” Jimin asked, running his fingers absentmindedly through the older’s hair.

“Mmm.” He grunted in affirmation. “She could also have a talisman or a barrier spell preventing me from getting in.” 

“So she’s probably fine,” Jimin said, voice calm.  

“Probably.” Namjoon agreed, sighing and allowing himself to slump fully onto Jimin, looking for comfort. 

“Well,” Hoseok chimed in. “Feeling bad or anxious isn’t particularly productive. Jinnie-hyung took things farther than he intended, but it sounds to me like she was probably okay with it. What probably freaked her out was you up and leaving without so much as an explanation like an antisocial weirdo. That would cause anyone to overthink.” 

“He’s got a point,” Yoongi said, his arms now draped over Jin’s shoulders, holding him in a back hug. 

“I know,” Jin said with a sigh. “If I could go back and do it differently, I would. But don’t you think by blocking us out she probably wants to be left alone?” 

“How would she know Joonie-hyung’s powers?” Jungkook said. An obvious question, perhaps, but a brief silence settles over the group. It is a good point. 

“The way I see it, we tell her or we don’t, and we need to decide which pretty quickly,” Hoseok said. 

“I would want to know if I were her,” Taehyung said. 

“Me too,” The group agreed. 

“So we offer a connection,” Yoongi began. “Contact her, apologize for being a weirdo, offer to meet up and explain some things.” 

Jin flinched at the weirdo comment. “Let her decide,” He said, “It’s not a bad idea.” 

“Then let's do it,” Taehyung said anxiously. “I hope she says yes.” 

“We all do,” Jimin said, grimly. “But now, we wait.” 

[dnfao3tags]

Monthly Fic Roundup - January 2024

starting the new year off with a bunch of bangers!

make sure to leave some love :]

— things that stand to reason by tippysleeps (expl. | comp. | 4k) ; alpha x alpha

And then he’s coasting past twenty, and he’s trying hard not to imagine Dream as some faceless alpha who would grip his hips and fuck him like he’s chasing George’s approval. And then he’s almost twenty-one, and he wakes feeling like his whole body is on fucking fire, and his cock is leaking all over his sheets, and he starts rutting into the mattress like it’s the only thing he knows how to do. And he’s a fucking alpha. And the world crashes down around him.

— moss and porcelain by pondsofkoi (gen | comp. | 1k) ; scar fic

“Can I look at your scar?”

— Him Whom My Soul Loves by definitelynotczargasm (expl. | comp. | 61k) ; 18th century!george x modern!dream

DNF Time Travel AU

note: was published in nov but it was completed in this month so im gonna include it anyways!

— Remember When by minecraftsteve42 (mat. | comp. | 24k) ; jealous!george

Dream starts dating again and George realizes he's not over the fling they had. Can they repair their relationship or did they ruin it forever?

— private religion by 21questions (teen | comp. | 8k) ; band au

The European leg of Dream's tour brings a little more than just revenue and jet lag.

— Omission by VeggieHarumaki (mat. | comp. | 8k) ; siren!george

There has been a warning on every community board, every public building, and every post in this town for as long as Dream can remember. Do not speak to the siren.

— hanging out in my room by nervouswaltz (gen | comp. | 3k) ; milo shits the bed

“And you can’t sleep in the guest house?” Dream deflates, pathetic.

— stay the night by cqfnce (teen | comp. | 3k) ; milo shits the bed

inconveniences and idiots in love

— let it flood, let it flood by sappymix1 (mat. | comp. | 3k) ; established relationship

it's a new year, and they shower.

— Somewhere on a Plane Over the Atlantic by Scoops (consciousness_streaming) (teen | comp. | 3k) ; coda to Curse and Cure of the Internet

George wakes up ready to move to America with a "Right Hand Man" downloaded on his phone.

— love you always by hardtofindneuro (expl. | comp. | 56k | cancer fic but not mcd)

George takes care of Dream. I have cancer. Those three words changed George’s life.

— that got weird by dizzy (mat. | comp. | 1k) ; dreamnap bonding

Dream and Sapnap wait for George to get home.

— The Remedy to Everything by Simplysmitten (expl. | wip | 22k+) ; omegaverse + fwb + meetup

After nearly a year of waiting for his visa, George is finally allowed to go home. Home, meaning a house in Florida that was already inhabited by his two best friends, Dream and Sapnap. Being an omega, George feared what trouble moving in with two alphas could potentially create. He never expected that trouble would come in the form of soft curls and green eyes, sparking something irreversible inside himself.

— we need to talk by womanhunt, wooowriter (mat. | comp. | 7k) ; sapnap-centred + secret relationship

Sapnap is an oblivious idiot.

— More Convenient (An Arrangement of Sorts) by Simplysmitten (expl. | comp. | 7k) ; fwb

Dream can't get off without having a partner to please, but luckily for him, George just moved to America. (also they are idiots in love they are so dumb and so in love but not in an angsty way just a "they're so stupid" way)

— pride (n.): undefined. by Anonymous (gen | comp. | 4k) ; sexuality related + demisexual demiromantic gnf

“D’you wanna go to Pride with me?” Dream asks, out of the blue, on a Tuesday like any other. George looks up, putting a stop to his mindless scrolling and letting his phone fall by his hip on the mattress. Dream is looking at him, expectant, with a brow arched so high it nears his hairline. George isn’t sure he heard him right.

— I Read My Self-Insert Fanfiction to My Boyfriend by thiswasamistake (teen | comp. | 2k) ; established relationship

Dream and George watch and read Percy Jackson together.

[divine-misfortune]

Thinking about Dew and that fucking packer post and I am not alright.

I blame @sphylor

And also @crimsonclergy for putting the original image in my head

Anyways Rain loves to show off his man.

"We're gonna be late" Dew mumbled vacantly as he watched Rain's hands drag up along his sides. Bare skin on bare skin. Cool relief.

He didn't know why he said it, he didn't care, and Rain certainly didn't either. If the water ghoul did, they wouldn't still be standing there in the middle of the hotel room. Rain wouldn't be slotted against his back, exploring the planes and valleys of his body. But they were, but he was.

"We are." Rain agreed as his lips ghosted over his pulse.

"You don't even have your glamor on...You can't go out like this."

"I know." He hummed as his nails raked lightly through the pale blonde hair that trailed over his belly.

Dew looked up from Rain's hands, a feat he's surprised he could manage, and caught a glimpse of them in the vanity mirror. He knew Rain liked it like this. Some weird fascination with Dew's human disguise. Rain preferred to remain how he was, all fins and scales, dangerous in appearance. He liked how delicate Dew looked in the arms of a beast.

Their eyes met in their reflection and Rain's lips curled. A glint of teeth that made his knees feel weak.

"Not done with you yet," The water ghoul hummed, absentmindedly thumbing over one of his nipples, already pebbled and sensitive from the blaring air conditioner. His claw caught on one of the silver rings and tugged gently.

Dew's breath caught and he carefully swallowed the whimper in his throat. The goosebumps on his skin remained despite the steadily growing heat beneath the surface.

Rain pulled away from him and Dew nearly tipped backwards. The space he occupied against his back felt colder, and his body suddenly ached with something that could be confused for need. Loneliness. His body yearned for Rain the second it registered his absence.

"Not letting you out that door yet, lantern."

Rain reappeared in front of him with a devious glint in his eyes.

His voice came with the sharp edge of possessiveness, one Dew was intimately familiar with. It was like he'd struck a match, and was dangling it just over the kindling. Teasing him with ignition.

His palm slid over Dew's stomach, the muscles involuntarily tensing at the feather light touch, and stopped just at his waistband. He lingered and tapped a claw lightly against the metal button, considering.

"You love me, right droplet?"

"That's a stupid question." Dew snorted, embarrassment beginning to burn in his face. "Of course I do."

"Tell me."

Something in the water ghoul's tone softened. There was nothing coy about the request. Genuine, holding his heart on display for a fleeting second.

"...Love you, Rain. So much, love you."

He chuffed happily and slid the weight of his hand over the front of Dew's pants. He dipped further, just between his legs. Dew's hips bucked forward against his palm, the seam of his jeans only added friction against his swollen clit. Rain admired the color steadily creeping down the fire ghoul's neck to his collarbones. Almost glowing red.

"And you love me so well, baby." His voice fell to a whisper, continuing to grind the heel of his hand against him. "So good to me..."

Dew took his wrist in both hands, unsure if he wanted to push him away or apply more pressure. For the moment he just held him there, and Rain thankfully let him. He could have been cruel, scolded him, struck him, but the pleased smile remained firmly in place. Not tonight, promised the warmth in his gaze.

"So good," Rain repeats, breathier. "Love your cock," his tongue darted out to wet his lips, and Dew didn’t dare look away. "This one's all mine."

"Fuck...Yes, yes baby..." Dew nodded repeatedly, almost as eager as his clumsy attempt to rut into his hand. He could feel the slick dampening his boxers already, fuel to the fire.

"You gonna wear your packer out tonight?" His lips pressed briefly against Dew's temple, he was nearly burning. Close. "In those tight jeans, fuck, you'd look so big..."

Dew made a strangled sound, almost a whine but not quite.

"So big...Everyone would stare, bet they'd wonder what it looked like."

Dew could see it in the brief seconds he thought to blink. The harsh colored lights and the music loud enough to vibrate in his molars. Bodies pressed too close together in a place that smelled of sweat and vodka. Hot, sweaty, loud. On such a tightly packed dance floor he could be shameless. He could grab Rain by his hips and pull his plush ass right back against the bulge in his jeans. Dew loved to see how far he could push it, just how long he could rut up against Rain and let his hands drift somewhere indecent, before he caught a stranger's eye. It was another performance to him.

He loved the risk, and Rain loved the attention.

"You wanna spend the night grinding on my big cock?" Dew laughed breathlessly and Rain shared his amused sentiment, trilling in agreement.

"Oh more than anything. I want them to be jealous that you're mine...That I get to take you home. They can gawk over that silicone all they want though, because only I get to strip you down and see your cunt. Only I get to taste you, feel your dick throb against my tongue, it's all mine."

His. Just his.

Dew felt the sparks in his belly and an overwhelming flare of heat. It felt good to burn for Rain.

"Anything you want Rainy, anything princess, I'll give you my cock all night, promise."

"I know you will, firefly."

[glazedsnail]

Fanfic time fellas

Misery Loved Company

ShanexOCFarmer (♀️) 18+ / swear words/substance misuse/explicit/suicide ideation/mention of abuse.

Part 1 is there, part 2 here, and there is part 3

Alsoooo - Sorry 'bout the formatting, I know it's weird but I'm trying I swear!

I'd also like to share a screenshot of the Pelican Town fair of my husband and our son a while back when I was still playing the game and not writing about it like a weirdo.

How stinking cute are we. Imma frame that thing.

Could the rain cool me down? I’m surprised it doesn’t evaporate at the touch of my skin. What about Shane?

‘Your farm. Now.’

‘Yes, sir.’ I reply, half jokingly.

‘Good girl.’

Dear…Fuck. I feel the fire between my legs, the sticky lust ready for him to defile every inch of me.

He stands up, grabs his bag, my basket, and helps me back on my shaking legs. He then hauls the blanket over our head. The way from the beach to my farm seems uncharacteristically long. I just know we both glanced at Elliott’s cabin, the saloon, Harvey’s clinic. But why would anything be open and, moreover, free for us to fuck like animals? The light emanating from the farm, transformed into a halo by the heavy rain, feels like a beacon of salvation. Shane throws everything in the mud and swipes me up, carries me towards the door and pins me against the wall, legs wrapped around his body. I blindly reach for the doorknob.  His tongue plays with mine in a mix of groans and deep breathing, punctuated by some swear words and oh so delicious moans.

Once inside, he throws me on the couch like I’m nothing. I watch him undo his belt, biting my lip, thinking about all the bail of hay he must have hauled away on the ranch to be able to carry me like this. He’s now done to his tight underwear and I try to undress.

‘Don’t move.’ He commands, growling.

He joins me on the couch and pulls my trousers down. I let him do, I’d let him do everything and anything he wants to me. My dirty strawberry juice stained  t-shirt is falling on my panties I long to get rid of. His stubble grazes my stomach as he makes his way to my breasts. His warm lips play with my nipple and I’m about to explode. I couldn’t even feel his hand reaching my hip. I gasp as I feel his fingers on my thigh, the palm of his hand on my panties. I bite my lip as he presses his fingers in between my swollen lips, still prisoners of the now damp cotton.

‘Mmh.’ he whispers in my ear ‘You’re already so wet’. He looks at me, at his complete mercy. 

‘Good girl’ he groans, massaging my clit under the cloth, looking straight into my pleading eyes. A sleazy smile spreads on his face. He finally gets rid of his underwear, freeing his throbbing cock raised towards his belly button, pre-cum sticking to his messy happy trail.

Something takes over me. I. Need. It.

I push him to the armchair on the other side of the room. He knows. No surprises. He shuffles down and spreads his legs, inviting me.

‘I’ll be your good girl’ I say in one breath, falling on my knees, between his warm open thighs. I look straight at him, intently kissing his inner thighs, slowly making my way to the main meal. He's breathing heavily, and passes his hand softly through my hair. I slowly lick the shaft, stopping myself from reaching the top. He groans in frustration and his hand grabs my skull, shaking,almost begging for me to take him whole. I keep eye contact as I put the tip between my lips and swirl around with my tongue. Then I finally let it slide, guiding it all its way to my throat. 

‘Oh fuck!’ he exclaims, grabbing the back of the chair.

That's it, I think to myself, let yourself go. Let me take care of you, let me show you how much I want you, your everything. 

‘Good…Girl…’ He manages to utter in between groans, still playing with my hair.

I've never quite performed like that. All I want is to please him. All I am in this instant is a machine built simply to satisfy Shane.

‘F-Fuck, stop!’ He lifts my hair and grabs me by the chin. I let his slobbered up cock out of my mouth. He brings me up to his lips. 

I'm now sitting with my wetness against his tweaking rock hard dick, his face buried in my breasts, and let him gather his senses.

‘You're not allowed to make me cum’ he whispers in a raspy voice. ‘Not yet.’ I shiver at the sound of his command. ‘Not before I can feel your pussy.’

I gasp as he grabs my ass and slides my panties down. Before I can say a word he rams himself inside of me in a grunt and I simply cannot help but scream.

‘Fuck..’ I manage to articulate. ‘You feel so…Ha!’ 

He laughs, grabbing my waist to help me up and down his wet cock. I sink my nails in his shoulders, feel his warm wet breath on my chest. A shiver goes through my whole body as I cannot help but bring out primal pleasure sounds. He stands up, keeping himself inside of me, and lie me down on the rug, slowly restarting fucking me. I’m on another plane of existence. Each and everyone of his strokes deliciously hit my walls perfectly. He must feel how much my insides are slowly milking him, begging him. Slowly falling on me, he softly caresses my lips with his, and smiles, as if to prepare me for his next move.  Now planted on his knees, he lifts my hips and starts pounding into me. My squeaks are now proper screams. ‘Oh you like that don’t you?’ He asks between his teeth. I only manage to nod. I do, I fucking do. He pounds me like I’m nothing but a ragdoll. Sweat is dripping from his forehead and he clenches his jaw, concealing a growl. I almost choke once he accelerates, incapable of fathoming how good his cock feels inside me.

Now I can no longer feel my toes curling. The heat is reaching my legs, my core, my whole body. I let this fantastic small death take me entirely. My body shakes, I can’t control anything, every part of me belongs to him, I’m but a slave to his every movement.

I hear myself scream his name as I fall back on the rug. Through my blurred eyes I see Shane smiling triumphantly. He bends back down to kiss me. I try to find my breath again, and even remember where I am. ‘Shane…’ ‘I’m not done with you.’ He growls, flipping me over, on my knees towards the couch. He mutters under his breath, slowly caressing the shaking skin of my thighs, the wetness of my crotch and legs, admiring his work. I use the couch to turn to him. He looks back at me in amazement, softly caresses my arched back, touches me so delicately like I’m the most fragile artefact in his universe, quickly forgetting how hard he was penetrating me just a few seconds ago. He pulls his sweaty hair back in a stroke. It immediately falls back down on his adorable face. I’m smitten. Completely lost in the contemplation of this man who just gave me his everything and who I want to please and satisfy for the rest of my life. ‘I know a way you can make the view even better.’ I say, swaying my butt slowly, realising just now how much of a slut I actually am right now. ‘Fuck me’ I hear myself plead. ‘Use me.’ That’s new. ‘ Use me to make yourself cum, Shane.’ Never ever those words had left my mouth. Normal me would be so embarrassed right now. He gulps, gently placing his warm hands on my hips, and insert himself inside me once more, in a delightful groan. I grab the old couch cushion so hard that my nails tear into it. He slowly plays with my inside, heavily breathing, trying to make the game last, knowing he already won and brought me to my knees. I can’t help but move my hips towards his, picking up the pace. ‘Well, aren’t you a little slut.’ Fuck I am, and I’m his. ‘Shane’

He slaps my butt before I can continue.

‘Shh… Good girl. My own little slut.’ The sound of his cock slowly coming and going inside my wet pussy echoes with his words. I am his own little slut. He spanks me again. I never knew this could feel so good. Each time I try to take the initiative he punishes me. Commanding me to keep at his pace. But quickly the punishment feels like delicious treats. ‘I know how to treat disobedient little sluts like you.’ He says behind clenched teeth. He grabs my arms, letting me bite into the couch, pounding into me, riding me to his own salvation. It can’t be. I can’t come a second time.

And still I do. My legs shake with all their might, my screams muffled by the couch, tears running down my face. Shane removes himself in a grunt. A deep moan fills the room as I feel his warmth covering my skin. I can barely move. Out of breath. Shaking. My ass covered in Shane’s cum dripping down. ‘Oh wow’ I hear him say. ‘You weren’t wrong. This is so hot’ He adds between long breaths. I want to turn around and kiss him, but I’m too anxious about depriving him of the view. He groans, struggling to stand up.

‘Where are you going?’

‘I’ll be right back, don’t move.’ He says, planting a kiss on my sweaty forehead.

He comes back with a towel and slowly pat out the mess. Tenderly, thoroughly. Each stroke feels like a caress on my very soul. I think I love this man. Once cleaned up he pulls me towards him and we sit on the couch. Still out of breath, in a whole new state of mind. The sound of the rain is finally reaching our ears. I’m thankful I don’t have any close neighbours. I nestle into Shane’s extended arm. He grabs my chin and kisses me. The smile…His smile… I nuzzle, content, into his neck. I never felt so fulfilled in my entire life. His calm breathing and arm wrapped around me tell me he’s probably the same. I want to stay like this forever.

He starts shuffling in his place and groans. ‘Is everything ok?’ He chuckles

‘Yeah, it’s just…Y’know I’m probably too old to make love on the floor.’

I laugh.

‘My knees are killing me’ I say, nestling more into him. He squeezes me against him in a laugh. My heart skips a beat as I repeat in my head what he said. I can’t help but giggle. “Make love” he clearly said. “Make love” I repeat again and again in my poor tired brain. I let out a long satisfied sigh.

‘You ok…Huh’

I sit up, eyes wide open.

‘Fern, my name is Fern?’

He bursts out laughing, and blush, slightly embarrassed.

‘No. I mean, yes I know’ He scratches the back of his head, still laughing. ‘I was looking for, I dunno, a pet name? Since we’re, y’know.’

I gasp.

‘We ARE a couple, aren’t we?’ 

He chuckles.

‘I mean, it’s fucked up that you’d want that but.’

I slap his arm.

‘You stop that this instant!’ I sit back up and kiss his red cheek. ‘So, pet name, heh?’

‘Muffin?’

‘No.’

‘Boo?’

‘Yoba, no!’ ‘Honey butter?’

‘What the fuck?’

‘Sweet meat?’

‘Ok, now you’re just having fun.’

‘Biscuit? Jam?’

‘Are you hungry?’

‘Oregano? Thyme? Sage?’

‘Shane you’re just listing herbs.’

‘Safran!’

‘Shane! Stop!’

No please don’t, your smile, your laugh, being so silly, so comfortable with me. Yoba, fuck’s sake I love him.

‘Heh’ I start again once we stop laughing. ‘You can always call me what you called me earlier.’

His eyes widen as he remembers.

‘Oh damn Fern no, you’re not, you’re not a slut. It was, you know.’

I can’t hold my laugh. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so flustered.

‘Not so brazen now are we?’

‘I’ll show you brazen.’ He replies, pinning me down on the couch.

Sadly the phone starts ringing.

[trashbag-baby666]

John’s Bad Patient (worse than the pony who kicked him in the balls three years ago)

equine therapy au

For my beloved pooki ooki @skyyguy

c/w: mentions of previous gunshot wounds (healed)

"Damnit Buck," rolled out of John's mouth as he walked into the stables. He finished stuffing his stethoscope into his satchel, his feet picking up over to where Gale continued trying to go about getting the saddle off of Star. He could tell all of his weight was balanced onto his right by the awkward position he stood in. Awkwardly, leaning into the horse's hip he tried dragging the saddle off of her.

"Sit," John commanded, upturning a bucket right besides Gale and pushing him down. John grabbed the saddle off of her and returned it to its spot in the tack room. He didn't have the energy to argue with him today on why he should be in bed healing and not out here reopening his scars.

"Wish you would've told me you were comin' out here."

"Wuddoes' it matter to you, John?"

"I just spent the last half an hour trying to find you." John squeezed the handle of the brush tight as he began to brush the horse down, "Scared he came back to finish his job."

Gale held silent, his gaze dropping down to his unfamiliar dirtied fingernails. He hadn't been out on a ride in a month and he thought he finally, maybe he had broken through Johns close watch. He didn't even understand why he chose to stay. John didn't owe him a goddamn thing and Gale made sure to remind him that. He felt weird having his boyfriend? Was that what they even were? Taking care of him after his ex's attempted hit on him failed.

"Didn't know if you were going to come back? Someone's gotta take care of the horses, been doin' it by myself since granddad passed." Gale forced himself to stand up, ignoring the burning pain rushing down his leg as he stood up.

"Just wait a minute goddamnit! Sit back down!" John's voice rang through and echoed between his ears. He dropped down onto the up-turned bucket and his head went to his hands. His stomach twisted into a knot and his breaths began more and more irregular.

He hoped John was too distracted again to notice his panic beginning to surge through him.

He breathed in deep trying to let the familiar smell of the barn and the sounds of the soft radio infiltrate him. He began curling and uncurling his sock cladded toes, feeling the familiar fabric.

You're alright, he silently reminded himself through gritted, labored breathing.

"Buck?" John's voice caused him to flinch away and cower further down when he saw John's focused gaze, "Hey, hey I'm sorry for raising my voice. What's going on?"

Gale could feel his body wracking in shakes as he held his hands over his face, scared if he opened his eyes he'd be greeted with a slap. "No."

"Okay, we don't gotta talk about it. But I do think we should get you inside, I even threw some more logs on the fire."

"Go! Just go!" Gale pleaded through quiet sobs, his brain in and out of crisis mode. He kept forgetting the daunting figure standing over him was John and not Martin.

"I can't leave you out here," John said gently. He crouched down beside Gale, his presence steady and calm. "Look, we can sit here as long as you need. Just breathe with me, okay? In and out, nice and slow."

Gale tried to match John's breathing, focusing on the rhythm. The panic began to recede, leaving him exhausted and fragile. He opened his eyes, glancing at John through tear-streaked lashes. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," John reassured him, placing a comforting hand on Gale's back. "Let's get you inside. We'll take it one step at a time, alright?"

With John's support, Gale stood up again, leaning heavily on him as they made their way out of the stable. The warmth of the fire awaited them, a small comfort in the midst of Gale's turmoil.

Gale reluctantly let John get him comfortable into his recliner, although he wishes he'd stop piling blankets onto him, "Trying to stop my breathin'?"

"Trying to not let you freeze." John pressed a warm kiss into Gale's forehead, his view of the snow topped trees sending them shivering, "Do you want some hot cocoa?"

"Coffee?"

"Y'know it's almost-"

"I want coffee," Gale insisted, his tone brooking no argument. He didn't care about the time. Right now, he couldn't take any clients until he was healed up. He didn't have a job to be up for if he slept in all day from being up all night on coffee.

"Alright, I'll get you your damn coffee," John said with a sigh, heading to the kitchen. The familiar sounds of John preparing the coffee were a strange comfort to Gale. He closed his eyes, trying to let the warmth of the blankets, the crackling fire, and the sound of the dogs nails clicking ease his tension.

As the rich aroma of brewing coffee filled the room, Gale found himself drifting into a haze of half-formed memories and fleeting thoughts. The attack, the hospital, John's unwavering presence—they all swirled together in a confusing mix. He tried to focus on the positive: the smell of coffee, the warmth of the fire, Gilbert's head in his lap, and the knowledge that he wasn't alone.

John returned, carefully balancing a steaming mug. "Here you go, one cup of coffee, with a splash of milk and sugar, just the way you like it."

Gale took the mug with a grateful nod, savoring the warmth seeping through his fingers. He took a sip, letting the strong, bitter taste ground him. "Thanks," he muttered, feeling a bit more like himself with each sip.

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