#he had to really get in and massage a muscle near my pecs

[clickbeetle]

kind of obsessed with my physical therapist. he’s so kind and makes a lot of jokes. at today’s appointment he had to massage my neck and shoulders and it didn’t feel weird or intrusive, just doing his job. he even asked before touching anything if i was ok with it. he talks about his wife and always asks me about things i like. it feels less like therapy and more like chilling with a guy while he teaches me stretches and exercises because he doesn’t want me to be in pain anymore.

[thehypnone]

Mushy May Day 21. Body worship - Raindrop

WC: 1980

Dew doesn't feel too good about the changes the fire made on his body, Rain helps (+warning for dysphoria).

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Dewdrop was staring at himself through the body mirror built into the inside of his wardrobe. Again.

He was just in his boxers, he didn’t need to point out what they hid too, that wouldn’t end well, even if he was fine with it on a daily basis.

Dew stared at the scars on his ribs, under his pecs - one set rosy, the rest black, charred.

Ugly.

More black lines on his neck, forearms, calves, the base of his tail, the tip of it.

Wrong.

His skin was light grey, with a little bit of a red undertone, dry, at the verge of flaking off, on his shoulders and hips.

Ugly.

He looks into his eyes, which aren’t really his. His eyes were a pretty blue, those are striking orange. He sees tears welling up in them.

Wrong.

The hair falling onto his shoulders is no longer a pretty, silky blue-silver. It’s a curtain of straw-like strands.

Ugly.

Everything he is now, everything he was left with is wrong and ugly.

“Dew, baby?” he didn’t hear Rain come in, before he called out. Dew immediately tried to make it look like he was trying to pick something out of the wardrobe, but Rain stood there for too long. He saw the tears through the mirror, saw Dew’s slim shoulders shaking slightly, smelled his smokey scent turning more suffocating, acrid

“H- hi, just getting dressed,” Dew sniffled, absolutely not fooling anyone.

“Baby,” Rain repeated. So soft. “You don’t have to lie, hide, you know that. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s fine, I just…” the fire ghoul tried, but when he turned around to look at his mate and saw worry and love painted there, he couldn’t hold it up anymore. He burst into tears, hand flying to muffle his sobs, and Rain was immediately by his side, holding him close to his chest. “Rainy, it’s all so wrong.”

“What is, love?” Rain whispered, rubbing his hand up and down Dew’s bare back.

“Everything,” he sobbed in response. “Me. I’m just ugly and all wrong now, I don’t-”

“Dew, listen to me now,” the water ghoul interrupted, tilting Dew’s head up. “You are the most stunning creature I have ever had the privilege of laying my eyes on. You are nowhere near ugly, nor wrong.”

“But- I’m all scars, now,” he whined. “You’re just saying that, because you love me, because you’re my mate. Because you didn’t see me before.”

“I do love you, yes, very much, and I’m pretty sure I’d love you the exact same amount no matter if you’re fire or water. Unmeasurable.” Rain assured, making Dew sob even more, and just then, an idea sprouted out in his mind. “Turn around, baby, let me show you.”

Dew let out a quiet confused chirp, but obeyed, casting his eyes downwards as he was met up with his reflection again.

“No, look,” his mate encouraged, glueing himself to Dew’s back. “I want you to see what I see.”

“Rainy, I-”

“Shhh,” the water ghoul dragged his hands down Dewdrop’s arms, softly stroking the single scars on his forearms, moving onto his hips. “So pretty. Love those hips, just perfect for me to grab.” 

And he did just that, after a moment sliding one of his palms down and resting it just over Dew’s boxers, “I think I don’t have to tell you what I like about what’s there.”

The fire ghoul was breathless, partially from crying, but also from the undivided attention Rain now paid him and his heavy gaze filled with nothing but adoration. He moved his hands up Dew’s torso, stroking the scars on his ribs, “Beautiful, a bit like a lionfish, those stripes. And these ones,” he said stroking the pink ones, “just gave me the most perfect, adorable tits to worship, didn’t they?”

Dewdrop, of course, did not answer, the comment about a lionfish echoing in his mind. Rain was right.

“Hmm, those shoulders,” he sighed, massaging the muscles there gently. “I don’t know, something about them is just… so perfect.”

Now one of his hands got back to Dew’s belly, pinning him to Rain’s chest, while the other dragged up to gently wrap around his neck.

“This pretty, slim neck. Again, just perfect for me to grab, like all of you was moulded for my hands. You love when I hold it too, don’t you? Of course, you do.” Rain chuckled, giving one playful squeeze and moved up again, cupping the fire ghoul’s jaw and turning him around. “And your gorgeous eyes, so big, like a puppy’s. How I love having them on me, always.”

Rain pushed some stray pieces of Dew’s hair behind his horns and ears, “There you go. You know, I love the hair too, it's so long, so soft, beautiful. Wish you’d take better care of it, though, you know, it would be like silk. I love running my hands through it, braiding it, and tugging. You love it all too, I know you do.”

Dewdrop nodded, barely noticeable, and Rain let out a soft chuckle, “But you can’t use it to hide, baby.”

 He bent over to place a soft kiss on his mate’s horn, then the other on, then forehead, nose, whispering “my favourite, pretty face,” between the kisses, continuing on both his cheeks, then jaw, to finally land on his lips, “and my favourite, little mouth.”

Dew melted into the water ghoul, forgetting all doubts, believing everything Rain said. Even if only for a moment, he thought that maybe, someday Rain wouldn’t have to tell him all that, that he’ll see it all himself. Even if not, Dew knew that his mate would always be there to remind him again.

“Do you understand, baby?” he asked, looking so deep into the fire ghoul’s eyes.

“Y- yeah. Thank you, Rainy,” he sobbed nuzzling his head into his mate’s chest.

“Nothing to thank me for, love,” the water ghoul chuckled. “Bed now, yes?”

“Yeah,” Dew murmured and let himself be guided to their nest. 

Soon enough he was laying on top of Rain, his long arms caging the smaller in, face shoved into his neck, as he let Rain’s soft gill fins tickle his nose. Dew’s hand was on the other side of his mate’s neck, gently fiddling with them.

“You want me to glamour them away?” the water ghoul asked carefully. Dew missed his incredibly and Rain didn’t want to get him back to the panic from minutes before.

“No,” Dew sighed in response. “You know, mine were different.”

“Were they?”

“Yeah. Yours are softer, something like a betta fish. I had something like an axolotl would, I think.” 

Rain couldn’t help but imagine, and he felt a pang of longing despite himself. The next words he spoke, were let out despite himself too, “Do you have a picture, maybe? Of you?”

Dew lifted his head up to look down at Rain with wide eyes, and he immediately regretted asking, “No, sorry, I shouldn’t have, forget about it…”

“No, I- I do.” Dewdrop admitted. “I just never wanted to show you in case… in case you’d realise that it’s worse now…”

“Well, I think you know now that won’t happen.” Rain assured, bringing Dew down for a kiss. “So, if you would feel comfortable showing me, I’d love to see.”

“I- uh, yeah. Yeah, okay, I want you to see.”

Dewdrop got up from the nest and padded to one of his chest of drawers, crouching down to pull out the lowest one. Rain sat up looking at his mate with a soft smile. Something in how Dew was doing some things just seemed awfully cute to Rain. 

In the meantime, the fire ghoul got back to the nest with a small wooden box. He sat cross-legged, putting the box between him and Rain. He hesitated before opening it, a flash of doubt in his eyes.

“You don’t have to, really, I-” the water ghoul reminded him.

“I want to,” Dew interrupted. “I think confronting it may actually help a bit?”

“I hope so, baby,” Rain chuckled. Dew took a deep breath and opened the box, lid hiding the contents from Rain, for now.

The small ghoul slowly pulled out a few pictures, shuffling them for a bit like cards. He then closed the box and jumped to sit next to Rain, leaning into him.

“Here,” he said, showing his mate the first picture.

The water ghoul audibly gasped at the sight. He could barely recognise Dew at first, to be honest. He was standing on a practice stage, with a bass, Meliora uniform on, but no mask. His silvery blue hair flowed down over his shoulders, his lips were upturned into the prettiest smile, blue eyes nearly glowing in happiness or amusement. He was looking to the side, the photo must’ve been taken without his notice.

He was beautiful, captivating.

But Rain noticed something else, something that not many probably would. Dew was gorgeous, yes, happy, in this picture, but his shoulders were slumped a little, something that Rain knew Dew did before his top surgery. Dew may have indeed been pretty as a water ghoul, too, but he wasn’t exactly content in that body, either.

“Dew, I- uh, you really were beautiful,” Rain choked out. “I mean, you know what I mean. You are beautiful now too, I think I proved it, it was just different.”

“Yeah,” the fire ghoul sighed, pulling out another picture. “Look here.”

In this one, Ifrit was piggybacking Dew, both visibly laughing. He showed Rain some more, one taken by Terzo when their whole pack, Aether, Dew, Mountain, Zephyr and Ifrit, fell asleep on the tour bus floor, tangled together like spaghetti. In another one Dew was hanging upside down, held by his ankle by Mountain, arms crossed over his chest and a pout on his face. There was one in which Dew had obviously just taken off his mask and balaclava after a show, as he had terribly messed up hair and smeared paint around his eyes. 

Rain saw his mate light up at the memories, even if he himself was lost in thoughts. He let them out when they got to the last picture Dew had to show, “Can I be honest with you?”

“Uhm- yeah, of course,” the fire ghoul chuckled confusedly.

“You were absolutely beautiful as a water ghoul, yes. You are absolutely beautiful as a fire ghoul too, just a different kind of beauty. But, even if you miss it sometimes, even if it all was taken from you by force, I think that you are happier in this body in some cases.”

“Rain, I don’t think I-”

“Let me finish, please. I know your surgery, and the other changes didn’t exactly have anything to do with your element but, look, this body now is yours. Isn’t it? The water one wasn’t exactly, was it?”

“I- well, when you put it like that…” Dew admitted, actually meaning it.

“I suppose the perfect situation would be the surgery, and the rest, as a water ghoul, but-” Rain wondered.

“But then I wouldn’t meet you,” his mate blurted out, shocking Rain a bit. Yes, that was true, but that was not what he had in mind.

“Well, yes, but that’s not what I was going to say,” he smiled, a bit nervously.

“I don’t care,” Dew laughed. “That’s the only thing that matters now, I think.”

“If you say so…” Rain joined with a quiet giggle, as Dew grabbed his jaw and kissed him deeply.

“Thank you, Rainy,” Dew whispered after some time.

“Told you already, no need, love,” the water ghoul reminded him, kissing the base of his horn softly.

“There is,” his mate argued. “I don’t know where I’d end up without you.”

“Feeling’s mutual, baby” Rain sighed, tightening his hold on the little ghoul. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

[hollandsmushroom]

Okay well this is me requesting the bench press fix blurb whatever it is lol, I don’t mind if there’s no smut, up to you and how you feel while writing it, thanks!

Both Fucking Bench Press || T.H.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, 69, filthy, cum eating(obvi), oral both fem and masc receiving

Word Count: 1650

A/n: Third installment of my accidental series about Y/n and readers at home gym debauchery, I don't know how this came to be but you guys seemed to love it so I hope you like this one just as well. It isn't necessary to read these but this is part 1 and 2: Mouth Fucking Pushups Mother Fucking Squats

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At this point you and Tom should have learned that you are incapable of working out together, it was always gonna end up with pants on the floor and cum smeared faces but you let that slip your mind as you both made your way down to the in home gym, preparing for your respective workout routines. You knew it wasn’t going to end with you both having completed your planned activities but you also knew that it was going to end with you having had some form of work out, a much more pleasurable one than you had mapped out.

You wished that you could have held out longer than you did, laying on the floor trying to focus more on the burn in your abs than the soft grunts of exertion that were leaving Tom’s perfect lips but your attempts were useless, back falling onto the padded floor one final time and bending your neck backwards, catching a glimpse of Tom over your shoulder, your eyes able to see directly up the leg of his loose fitting workout shorts. You could see all the way to the swell of his peachy bum and where the hair on his legs got thicker as it hit around the base of his dick. Your mind wandered as you noted this, why wasn’t he wearing boxers?

You pushed up from where you had lain, standing up and moving towards Tom, swinging one leg over his waist and bracketing Tom’s hips with your knees, your cunt hovering just above his apparently already hard cock. Tom’s eyes widened at your sudden presence but didn’t question it, racking up the bar and eyeing your finger as it scratched its way down his chest tantalizingly slow. His sore hand grabbed your wrist gently, bringing it to his lips and placing a soft kiss to the flesh just over where he could feel your heartbeat.

“What are you doing, love?” Tom muttered, eyes you through the shade of his interwoven lashes.

“Wondering” your response was short, prompting a raised eyebrow and a nip at your skin.

“What are you wondering?” you shook your hand free of Tom’s gentle grip, going to squeeze his flexed muscle as you leaned forward, lips dancing like a flame near his own as you uttered your inquiry.

“Could my superhero boyfriend bench press me?” your eyes were locked with his as you spoke but flickered downwards as finished, watching how his lip became entrapped between his teeth, a wicked grin over taking his face as his hands trailed down your sides, gripping into your hips and picking you up. Tom’s biceps flexed deliciously as he hoisted you up above him, pressing you up so your abdomen was above his face, shirt loosening and exposing the sweaty skin to his eager eyes. He had been watching you, you just didn’t realize, like before when he had placed himself between your legs and the moment devolved in your cunt smearing across his face.

“He most definitely can” Tom growled, unlocking the joint of his elbow and letting you lower towards his face, your legs straightened out so you didn’t fall off of his flattened palms as he pressed you back up again.

“Holy fuck” the words slipped past you lips on instinct, in pure awe of your partners strength, the exhibition of his power sending a heat to the plush between your legs, hieghtening the sensation of your heartbeat in you finger tips as you held them out, head ducked down to be able to witness the strain and tensing of Tom’s bicep, loving how if moved under his taught tan skin.

“Holy fuck is right” Tom uttered and you heard the swish of his unfitted workout shorts, drawing your eyes to the prominent bulge that laid beneath the breathable fabric, bringing your mind back to the glimpse of him that you saw earlier from your position of the floor.

“You’re hard” you didn’t realize the words were coming out of your mouth until you heard Tom chuckle, legs shifting with anticipation and need.

“Uh, yeah, I um, yeah” Tom choked on his words, the rare spark of anxiety burning in his chest as if you hadn’t rode his face and he hadn’t fucked your mouth in the last month.

“I’m soaking” you muttered in assurance, an appeal to help douse the flame of insecurity that your boyfriend seemed to be fueling and it seemed to snap him right out of it, his eyes widening immediately.

“Yeah?” the tone of his voice had completely changed, and shred of doubt dissipating entirely as he twisted your body above his, spinning you like a baton as if it was the easiest thing in the world ceasing as your bodies laid parallel, pointing in opposite directions. “Let me see” the sly syllables trailed past his lips as he brought you down, your knees instinctively bending and resting on the work out bench so that your knees bracketed Tom’s face.

Tom’s cock was in your face, trapped beneath the constraining fabric of his shorts, an alluring sight that had your mouth watering instantly. You pressed one hand into the cushioned bench, using your other hand to cup his cock, his length practically jumped at your touch. A shiver etched its way down your spine as Tom’s fingers curled into the hem of your pants, tugging down at the tight fabric, your panties coming with, as he exposed your core to himself, and your description was apt, you were soaking.

“Fuck, baby, you’re not just soaking your dripping” his hands massaged yoru ass cheeks as he pulled you down close to his facd, close enough that his tongue was able to swipe through your folds and gather your arousal in his tongue, the taste earning a hum from the depths of his chest. A strangled moan escaped your mouth and Tom joined in, the sensation forcing your hand to tighten around his hard on.

“Tommy, are we-” you stopped, choking on the fact that Tom’s lips were now wrapped around your bundle of nerves, sucking as he let kitten licks press through his pout. “Are we going to do this?” you were finally able to get out, your hand shaking as pleasure coursed through your veins, fingers slipping underneath the fabric and near Tom’s heated cock, pulling down the waistband till it was resting beneath Tom’s balls.

“I thought we already were,” he mumbled, his face still buried in your cunt as he traced your folds with the flexed tip of his tongue. You smiled widely as you listened to Tom’s words, leaning down and taking Tom’s leaking tip into your mouth, the salty taste of precum blooming across your taste buds as you began to suck intently. Your actions made Tom moan loudly into your cunt, jaw opening wide and sending the humming sensation through your cunt. His cock was heavy on your tongue, the weightiness of emboldened and libido flushed flesh. You were both devolving into moaning messes, spit and arousal dripping mouth and cunt alike, an exchange of the most animalistic kind, and it was burning its way through you. The fact that when you bent your head just right, licking at the side of his cock with intensity, you could watch Tom eat you from between your bodies was exciting and intensifying every freeling your body was experiencing.

Tom dragged his tongue from your clits, swirling the taught muscle downwards till it drew circles of your spasming entrance, teasing the hole as he dipped into it slowly. He rocked his head as he did so, pressing the crook of his nose to your clit but it wasn’t enough to satiate him, he needed more, yearning to drown between your thighs. His hands snaked their way around your thighs, pulling you down towards him as he pressed down on the rounds of your ass. The pressure on your clit eased the pain of desire and fed the flames of your orgasm that were dancing in your lower abdomen.

“Tommy!” you whimpered, pulling off of his cock just enough to be able to moan out his name, a warning that you were close and you knew that he was as well purely by the way he was humming into your cunt and how his cock was twitching in front of your face.

“Me too baby, let go” he assured, as you took his cock back into your mouth you felt the world shatter around you, the only real feeling was that of Tom’s tongue and his dick in your mouth, sliding in and out as you somehow managed to maintain the movement even through the mind bending pleasure. You both came hard, your juices being lapped up as Tom continued to relentlessly lick, your mouth filling with cum as hot white strings painted the inside of your mouth, the salty tang grounding you from slipping off into a pleasure induced haze.

Eventually you had both drained yourselves, no energy left in your euphoric bodies as you somehow ended up on the floor of the room. Your chin pressed into Tom’s pec as you looked up at him with largely dilated pupils and he looked back at you with the same.

“I don’t think we can work out together anymore, Tommy” you muttered, your fingers tracing indiscernible patterns across his heaving chest.

“What? Why?” Tom asked, his arms wrapping around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him.

“Well it never really ends up with us working out” you tried to remind him.

“But doesn’t it though? Cause I feel like I worked out and your legs are still shaking like you squatted 1000 pounds, so I actually think we should work out together more” Tom chuckled, pinching your side and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You are insatiable” you poked him back.

“And you like it”

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[tparker48]

Request for RiverDallas

Jason and Tod would join each other in the showers as Tod carried jason in his palm. The faucet water trickling down body as suds flowed between his fingers and down to the faucet below. The sounds of water droplets clacking against the floor was something that drew most of his attention. That is, until he felt a slight pressure near his. Pecs as he gazed down. Jason had a hand on one them as he gazed back into his eyes.

"You seemed dazed for a moment their man, Something on your mind?"

"Nah it's nothing, just my mind wondering is all" Tod rubbed his head as felt the water splash into his hair. Massaging around as a flow of water dripped onto Jason below.

"I'll say, you've been spaced out ever since we got back from the gym" Jason said as he began wash himself as well.You sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, im fine. Nothing a little hot shower can't fix. Gah, really over did it with those weights earlier" he stretched his body as his arm nearly reached the top of the shower faucet. Light pops following along sith it as muscles began to shake. "Grgh, yup. Still there".

"Boy i keep forgetting how careless you get, you really have to be careful with how much you lift"

"er-yeah, i know" he lightly slouched as his back touched the wall.

"**sigh** still, I can't blame you for wanting to improve yourself. Come on then.."

"Hmm?" As tod slouched against the wall, he felt firm kneads against his pecs as he looked down at jason. His palms sinking into their plump surface as they raised slightly. "What are you up to?"

"If your gonna get back into shape, you're not gonna get anything done if your sore. Grh! So, a massage is in order"

"You do know you're massaging the wrong place little one"

"W-well, show me where it is"

"Hmhm, alright" Tod lowered his hand near his thigh as he spread his legs apart. The waterfall would through the gap between them like a waterfall as he moved his hand underneath him. Jason was drenched. For a split second as the hand went through. The water washing onto his face as he wiped his hands over his head so he could see. He continued to wipe down his face water finally finished dripping down. As let his palms drop to his sides, he had a clear view of Tod's balls as water dripped from bottom of his orbs.

"Aaah, so this is the spot you were talking about"

"You can always wait til they dry if you want"

"You kidding, im not passing this up. Besides, they're already relaxed any" Jason stepped closer to the them as he cupped his arms along the bottom of his sack. Their weight kept his position locked as the orbs layed down on his arms. His upper half would be overlapped of the sack's loose skin as bubbles trickled at the watered surface with each breath. He began to massage into them as he felt around along the backside of his orbs. They felt like boulders as he caressed their firm surface. The pulse of his shaft beginning to follow as Jason's heavy breath echoed above.

As he continued his strokes along Jason balls, he noticed the weight of them began to shift as the hand he was under slid further between the large legs. They would force Tod to lay on his back as the hand slid him underneath the orbs. Their wet surface still smooth as he passed under them with ease. As he slid underneath Jason taint, he sat up partially as he moved his upper half into loose entrance of his crack. Water seeped through the blubbered muscles as each breath he took sent droplets into his face. The walls were slick as he wedged his elbows in. Parting them apart just slightly as. The wrinkled star of his hole contracted overhead.

On the outside, Jason would be in a state of bliss as he focused on the action underneath his backside. His cheeks feeling almost filled as Tod's upper half wedged in between. With each touch along his ass's sufrace, they made him flex forward as a tingling sensation excited his shaft. But it soon wasn't the only thing he started to feel down there. For within that moment, that extra thrust. Managed to pull Tod close his hole. It was a peculiar feeling at most as he focused on the inside. Feeling Tod's head jostle between the crater of the ring as the puckered sphincter pulsed as if it were reaching out for kiss.

As Tod stared at the winking hole just above him, it almost seemed mesmerizing as they moved in place. As if it was ushering him to come closer. Shimmying his way deeper into. Jason's crack, he placed a hand along the folds of the sphincter as he felt around it. Its tender muscles tugging at his finger tips as they disappeared inside. As they did, Tod would begin to press the rest of his hand into it as they disappeared into the hole like quicksand. He could feel every pulse of the muscled ring squeeze into his hand as the warmth hugged around it. As he pressed deeper, he pressed his forearm inside. Then his bicep, then his shoulder, until finally the hole rested against his cheek.

As his ear pressed into the folds, he focused on the inside. He could hear Jason breath. Its tone deep, and soothing as they mixed with his body's sounds. But as they pushed his head inside, they become more louder as they echoed around. The sound of running water muffled from the outside as Tod massaged around the tight space. "Well, might as well make the best of space i got"

"A little bit...to the left..please"

"I hear ya, i hear ya" tod replied back. Rolling onto his side as he extended his hands deeper. The inner walls felt like putty as they moved away from the arm. But squished back as to hug around him. The firm clenches would make his body twist. But only lightly as he kept rubbing.

Jason would be in bliss, the ribs stimulating his insides as he he gripped around his shaft. Slowing stroking it as to not get too excited. Meanwhile, he focused on the area inside his ass. Sending light clenching around Tod as they ushered him closer to his sweet spot. With rub from the inside, he could feel it gliding closer and closer to the spot. His anal walls clenching more in reaction as they brought him deeper. They clenched in rhythm as they bobbed at the surface, but Tod laid on the spot, they caved in on him. Jason taking in breathe of ecstasy as he held. "Right there" he said in a hummed tone.

Tod's hand would be pressed into a flessed pocket as he felt the walls morph into his hand. Hearing Jason from the outside, he gave slight nod within the available space as he moved him hand around. Slowly twisting as he pulled out and in toward the pocket.

Jason breathe would hasten from the blissful feeling going on from inside. Each breath would send the rubs bumping into the walls as he took in sharp breaths from the pleasure. His shaft couldn't contain itself anymore as it beaked to leak its white substance. Extending itself in the water trajectory as Jason stroked faster. His pulses getting faster, his breathing became more sharp, Until finally, the shaft exponged its substance onto the glassed walls. The anal muscles hugging at tod in the process as they his rubs slowed from pressure. "That..was spectacular. You really know how to rub Tod" cupping his fingers around Tod's lower half, he pulled him out slowly as he popped out of it with ease. Bringing him back up, he places him underneath the shower's water as he rinsed him off. "How's the little one"

"Better now that im rinsed, your ass is a hugger you know that"

"What can I say, it loves adorable littles" Jason laughed lightly.

"Aww you charmer" Tod said heartedly. He was soon raised to the towards Jason chest as he laid him softly against his pecs. A hand. Laying lightly at his back as it presses gently.

"Hmhm, thank you Tod"

"Anytime Jason"

[queenshelby]

Roommates – Part Twelve

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 3,534

Warning: Angst, Pregnancy, Smut

Note: This plays in 2020. It’s all fiction and not based on Cillian’s real life and family. 

When you read through Laura’s text messages, you weren’t sure what to make of it. Did she lie about the pregnancy, you wondered? You couldn’t be sure with the little evidence you had and, therefore, decided not approach this issue with Cillian just yet.

You wanted to find out more and then talk to Laura first before you jumped to any conclusions and you knew that this difficult quest had to wait until tomorrow.

Tonight, you wanted to enjoy the time with your sister who you hadn’t seen in person for quite some time and, whilst you were happy that she has visited you, you wouldn’t have minded some alone time with Cillian either.

Strangely, when Cillian was away in the UK, you missed him and it wasn’t only the sex you missed. It was his entire presence and simply curling up in his arms in the middle of the night.

You were no longer sleeping in separate bedrooms and the thought of sleeping on your own tonight while Cillian was upstairs bothered you. You knew that it shouldn’t. After all, you were just friends with some benefits, or were you something else?

***

At around midnight, after lots of laughter and conversation and several glasses of wine, your sister decided that it was time for bed and Cillian had already disappeared twenty minutes before she did.

She was staying in one of the guest rooms upstairs and you were grateful that Cillian had a large house so that each of you had your own space.

Craving more intimacy, when you went to your bedroom, you texted Cillian to see whether he was still up and, of course, he was. As usual, he was reading a book before going to sleep but reading wasn’t what you were interested in that night after he had just been away for three nights.

Without responding to his text message in which he informed you that he was still awake, you tippy toed upstairs, wearing nothing but your panties and a t-shirt.

When you stepped into his bedroom quietly without bothering to knock, your eyes immediately locked with him as he sat there on his bed reading in the dim lighted room.

‘What are you doing here? Your sister is in the next room’ Cillian reminded you but, instead of responding to his comment, you yanked off your t-shirt and climbed onto the bed with him.

‘I don’t care…despite, it’s my birthday’ you eventually informed him as your heart fluttered with anticipation of what was to come.

Your hands rubbed slowly across your body to perk his interest, but your own subtle contact with your breasts and clit through your lingerie aroused you as well.

‘How can I say no to you when you do this, hmm?’ Cillian asked, putting down his reading glasses and book as he starred at you in awe at those irresistible beasts.

You wanted him and you craved him, more than you had wanted and craved anyone before. With your eyes locked on his, you eased forward towards him, kissed him and bit him lustfully on the lips. His taste and smell were as intoxicating as usual.

‘Will you be a good girl and be really quiet for me?’ Cillian asked and you nodded

You reached for the edge of his shirt, eased it up slightly and kissed his torso and abs. His light complexion contrasted against your slightly darker skin and it heightened your arousal even more. There was something about his freckled skin you adored and considered incredibly sexy.

You finished taking off his shirt, rubbing your hands across his pecs and biceps, pleading without using words to be taken by him and made into the object of his affection.

‘You are beautiful’ Cillian said before he kissing you gently and you were surprised to hear this coming from him. It was the first time he had said anything like this to you. Perhaps it was the alcohol talking.

You felt yourself getting wet again as he ran his hand down the side of your face, then to your neck, down your ribs and across your breasts. His touch felt amazing and after rolling around on the bed together, sharing passionate kisses, you found yourself sitting on the edge of his king-size bed.

‘I am aching for you Cillian’ you huffed out as you grabbed hold of his briefs and, luckily for you, there's not much material blocking your access to his goods. His cock flops out of his briefs in an instant and was already rock hard and ready for you.

‘I am always fucking aching for you as you can probably tell’ Cillian chuckled, looking down on himself as the saliva in your mouth began to increase. You loved sucking him, taking him into your mouth and making him moan.

‘In fact, I never had sex quite as good as with you Y/N. You drive me fucking crazy’ Cillian then admitted and, with a sly, sexy grin, you eagerly slid both of your hands around his shaft and began to slowly thrust and shuffle back and forth.

‘Oh common Cilly, you had a fair few women in your life’ you said, your eyes locked on his.

‘Just a few, but none like you’ he then said just as you eased your tongue and lips forward.

A loud groan soon followed what he had said as you seductively kissed and licked your way up his long member from the base to the head. When you reached the pinnacle, you swirled it around with your tongue and sealed your lips around it.

‘God you are so fucking good at this’ Cillian groaned as, after just several small repetitions down his cock, you've taken him all the way into the back of your throat. You gagged a little but kept going, despite your eyes watering and saliva overflowing out of your mouth. The extreme wetness just made it a more pleasurable experience for the both of you.

‘That’s it, all take it all the way, fuck’ Cillian groaned again as you eased off the bed and dropped to your knees in front of him to get a better angle for his deep penetration.

‘So fucking sexy, with your pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock’ he observed as, eventually, Cillian grabbed the back of your head and held you down on him deeper and longer with each thrust into your pretty little mouth.

You were dripping wet by now, enjoying when he talked to you like this and became all dominant over you and, after what seems like half an hour of sucking his cock, he grabbed you by your lower jaw, lifted you up off the floor and softly lay you face up on the bed.

‘Now let’s see how wet you are for me’ Cillian smirked as he reached out and slid his hands across your legs to just below your pussy, then back down again slowly. Then, he slid his nose and tongue across your soaked glistening thong and proceeded up your stomach.

‘Don’t you tease me again like this Cillian’ you huffed out before you got lost in his attention to detail, the feel of his tongue and lips on your skin.

‘Patience Love, patience’ he smirked as he eased up to your neck, licking and kissing slowly up to and inside your ears.

‘Cillian, please I need you’ you whispered as you leaned into him and moaned desperately. He then kissed you passionately on the lips for what seemed like an eternity, your tongues intertwined in an oral sex dance.

With his eyes locked on yours, he eased back down and massaged your breasts in such an erotic way that your heart skipped a beat. His tongue, wet kisses and love bites on your engorged tits added to an even higher arousal. Clearly, he knew how to work his lips and tongue in the most intimate and passionate way.

‘You smell so good Y/N, so damn sweet’ Cillian whispered as he neared your sweet spot and licked you clean around the edges of your drenched thong.

‘Oh god Cillian’ you moaned a little too loudly as his tongue slipped to your inner thighs near your pussy, and he licked and kissed every inch.

‘Ssh’ Cillian reminded you as his fingers slid beneath the edges of your thin garment and he began to slide it off.

‘I love licking your sweet little pussy Y/N’ he smiled as he saw your swollen clit awaiting the arrival of his sinister tongue.

You raised your back off the bed, rare your head back and let out a submissive moan as he made initial contact with your lips, licking and swallowing your sexual juices. He methodically worked his way up and down, kissing and licking, ending each repetition by annihilating your clit in a series of targeted assaults.

‘Oh my god Cillian, fuck, yes, right there’ you basically screamed as soon as you were coming on his tongue, convulsing at the rock-hard orgasm that he just sent through your body. This happened over and over and, by the time he was done, you were already exhausted.

His oral skills never seemed to amaze you and he fully awakened your inner urge to orgasm over and over again.

‘If your sister didn’t hear you just then, I think she might be deaf’ Cillian chuckled, wiping your juices of his mouth with a satisfied grin.

‘I guess I have some explaining to do tomorrow’ you giggled before you sat up and grabbed his pulsing shaft.

‘Will she keep this to herself?’ Cillian then asked concerned and you nodded before you guided his cock head up to the entrance of your swollen, dripping honey hole, and eased him in to get him started.

‘God, you feel so good. I just love being inside of you’ Cillian groaned as he began his initial push into you.

‘Fuck me Cillian, oh god just fucking take me’ you moaned as he bottomed out in you that first time and your inner muscles latched down around his shaft, moaning in pleasure and amazement of what you're just beginning to experience.

‘You are taking me so well, even after I fucked you twice earlier this evening’ Cillian praised you and the truth was, you were sore, but wanted him nonetheless.

‘You just want it continuously, don’t you? Such a naughty girl’ he the groaned as he continued to thrust deep into your pussy as you leaned back and raised your legs higher, giving him more access to your treasures.

‘I do Cillian, fuck, I always want you to fuck me’ you moaned as you both had developed a rhythm now, and he was able to drive deep into you regularly. You shuddered each time he bottomed out, and your legs locked upward and shook uncontrollably.

‘I can tell Love, so fucking needy and horny all the time. I am one lucky man’ Cillian groaned, running his fingers in between your ass cheeks before he rolled you over on your stomach with the plan to slide up on top of and into you. But unexpected to him, the vixen in you chose to raise up on all fours, practically begging him to take you doggy style.

‘Yes Cillian, oh god fuck yes’ you moaned as he slid back into you and you groaned and almost immediately orgasmed again as he bottoms out at this new angle.

He grabbed a handful of your beautiful hair, twisted it in his hand, and pulled back, arching your head and neck upward. You peered back at him with a wanting grin in acceptance and moaned his name seductively.

‘That’s it, let me take you and fuck you hard’ Cillian groaned as the slapping sound of his torso against your plump, toned ass turned you both on incredibly, and you began to beg him to have his way with you.

‘Just fuck me, I am yours, fucking take me Cillian’ you moaned as he reached up and pushed your head and upper back to the bed. You heartily complied, loving that he wanted to take you face down ass up. He had a clear angle to assault your pussy now, and you're out of your mind horny. You screamed for him over and over to pound you and he loved it.

It was your turn to take the reins now. He stopped thrusting into you as he felt you lean back against him and begin to grind away on his shaft. Your perfect hips and booty moved in an almost hypnotizing motion and it was a visual wonder to him.

You eventually slid off of him, pushed him over on his back and then lowered yourself back down on him. As you bottomed out you were sent into yet another rocking orgasm, causing your eyes to roll back in your head as if in a state of euphoria. The feeling of his cock inside you was simple more than you were able to handle.

‘Jesus Y/N, you are so fucking sexy riding my cock like this’ Cillian groaned as you began to ride him like a wild animal, a true woman set loose into sexual freedom.

‘Cillian, fuck you feel so good. I want you so fucking bad’ you moaned as you leaned back at just the right angle and he moaned with excitement. This was your wheelhouse, your position of choice, and coupled with your eyes being locked on your best friend lying beneath you, allowing you to take control, you've somehow found the stamina to screw him like this all night.

‘So fucking beautiful’ Cillian observed in a low grunting voice and you began to feel him getting harder. You knew he was getting close.

He lifted you up a bit, raised his hips and legs and began to thrust hard into your weary pussy. You leaned forward, grabbed onto his chest and he held you tight. What a feeling it was being securely held in the arms of this man you’ve known for so long.

‘Cum inside me Cillian, let me feel it all’ you moaned as you could feel the tightening of his shaft and knew that it was time.

‘Fuck Y/N’ Cillian huffed out with a deep, guttural growl and a deep exhale.

The instinctive twitch of his cock and cinched balls, along with the warm sensation of his juices flooding into your depths brought a big smile and glow to your face.

You could feel buckets of thick, rich cum spurting into you and this sensation sent you over the edge one more time.

You moaned, screamed and shivered all at the same time as you rode out your high. There was something about Cillian cuming inside you which turned you on a lot.

‘Jesus Y/N’ Cillian huffed out, watching you in a trance as your movements slowed down. He was mesmerised by you. ‘I love…’ he huffed out, still breathing heavily but not finishing what all so accidently was about to slip from his lips.

‘You love what?’ you barely managed to ask as you looked at him with wide eyes as he was still inside you.

‘I love being inside you’ he eventually said after collecting his thoughts and easing his cock out of you.

‘And I love when you are’ you giggled as you rolled off of him and lay there in a time of silent reflection and recuperation. You gazed down at the gaping hole spectacle he's left in your pussy and some of him was beginning to ooze back out of you now and you marvel at the volume.

‘I can’t believe there is still that much left after earlier’ you observed, biting your lip just as you slid your fingers through your glistening collective juices and took your fingers to your mouth.

You cleaned them off and then instinctively leaned over and began to clean him orally.

‘Fuck, Y/N, this is going to be a long night if you keep this up’ Cillian chuckled as you caught him off guard, and your mouth massage turned into a satiating blow job, and turned you both back on initially.

But the sensation was more than he could handle after this initial 90-minute marathon with you, and he pulled you off of him. Both of your lips met in an exhaustive, contemplative long kiss until he was ready.

‘I need to be inside you’ Cillian groaned and your eyes widened. You expected to give him head, allow him to relax, but you didn’t expect him to be wanting to go all the way again so quickly.    

‘It’s 2am Cillian’ you huffed out but, before you could protest, you found yourself pinned beneath him.

‘I told you, it will be a long night’ Cillian then smirked and you immediately pulled him in for a kiss wile he entered you once again.

***

It was 8 o’clock in the morning and you were woken by the raddling of the coffee machine which, apparently, your sister had no idea how to use.

The thought of a freshly brewed coffee however excited you and, with Cillian still fast asleep, you untangled from his arms and sneaked downstairs quietly.

‘Well, good morning’ your sister greeted you with a wide grin as she was still trying to work out the coffee machine.

You fell asleep at 4 o’clock and were tired to say the least. Nonetheless, you managed to get the coffee machine going and made both of you a nice cup of coffee.

‘You look extremely tired by which, I must say, I am not really surprised’ your sister then chuckled causing you to simply smile with some embarrassment.

‘Oh Cillian’ she then went on to say, pretending to let out a fake moan in order to tease you and your cheeks immediately began to turn red.

‘Stop it’ you huffed out abut she continued to repeat everything she had heard the night before. Every filthy thing that left your lips and your embarrassment grew with everything she said.

‘You both are so fucking filthy it’s almost disgusting. But then again, I admit that I am a little jealous. I never fucked for four hours straight. Remind me to get earplugs the next time I stay over’ she eventually said after agreeing to no longer mock you about it. But this didn’t mean that she didn’t want to ask you about how you got involved with each other after 12 years.

‘I suppose we are both single, living together in and out of lockdown…you know we both have needs and we trust each other…so why not, right?’ you shuddered along, not making much sense. ‘It just happened. It’s no big deal’ you then quickly added.

‘So, no strings attached?’ your sister then asked and you shook your head.

‘No strings attached and I would appreciate if you could keep this a secret please’ you explained and, of course, your sister agreed.

‘Laura would fucking kill you if she knew, you know that right?’ your sister then said and, just when you were going to ask her something about Laura, Cillian came walking downstairs.

‘Had a good night Cilly?’ your sister asked after he wished you both a happy birthday.

‘It’s alright, you don’t need to answer this. She knows’ you chuckled and, whilst Cillian already assumed this to be the case, he Cillian didn’t show any affection towards you in the presence of your sister.

‘I think the whole neighbourhood does after last night. My neighbour left me a couple of messages on my phone enquiring about your wellbeing’ Cillian said amused and, just as he did, the doorbell rang.

***

‘Good Morning Mrs O’Connell’ Cillian said as his 70 year old neighbour stood in front of his door.

‘I just came over to check if your lovely friend was alright. I thought she may have been hurt last night’ she said, concerned about the sounds and screams she had heard during the night.

‘She is perfectly fine. She just gets carried away sometimes’ Cillian smirked and when the elderly lady looked through the door and saw you and your sister sit in the kitchen, she couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows.

‘Uhm, I didn’t realise that this may have been intentional. I am so sorry’ she said, staring through the door slit again which, this time around, Cillian noticed.

‘Just for the record, this is not what it looks like’ he said somewhat embarrassed but his elderly neighbour simply chuckled and nodded.

‘It’s okay young man, your secret is safe with me’ she said before wishing him a pleasant day.

‘What was this all about?’ you asked as Cillian walked into the kitchen and wished you both a happy birthday.

‘I think Mrs O’Connell thinks we had a threeway last night’ Cillian laughed and your sister couldn’t help but respond with a simple ‘hmm’.

‘Don’t even think about it’ you said harshly, looking at Cillian and your sister.

‘Trust me Y/N, I am not going down this route again and, if your sister is as insatiable as you are, I am not going to be able to handle it’ Cillian said bluntly, causing you both to laugh.

***

The fact that Mrs O’Connell had left Cillian several messages throughout the night prompted you to walk to your room and check your phone as well.

You weren’t surprised to see several text messages already, wishing you a happy birthday and there was one in particular that stuck out to you. 

The text message was from Laura.

‘Happy Birthday from the both of us!’ it said and contained a ultrasound picture.

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Insecure

Woohoo, my first fic on here! I really hope you guys like it. One day I might go back and rewrite it, but I had a lot of fun! ✨💕

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x OC

Summary: Shigaraki is feeling insecure about his upgraded body, and about himself in general. Juno decides to help him feel better.

Content: NSFW, femdom, pegging, fingering (Shig receiving), rough sex, hair pulling, edging, teasing, Shiggy being an adorable bottom

Words: 2.6K

            Tomura Shigaraki sighed softly as he looked in the mirror, insecurity rearing its ugly face as he looked at his nude body. Seeing his pale, dry skin made his neck itch. He lifted his left hand up, glaring at the missing digits. His fight replayed in his head as he wiggled his remaining ring finger and pinky. ‘Well, at least I can still wear a wedding ring.’ He jokingly thought. Tears swelled up in his eyes as he squirted lotion into his hand, lathering it on his arms, the feeling of his skin on his fingertips making him feel more insecure. “I hate this body. I hate this body. I hate this body...” He mumbled, shame and anger welling in his core. He wished his stupid quirk could work on him too so he could be dusted.

“Shiggy, I’m back!”

 Shiggy jumped as the door opened, his girlfriend casually walking in. “Dabi was being really- oh.” Juno stopped in her tracks as she closed the door. “O-oh hey! I didn’t know you’d be home so early uh- d-don’t look!” He quickly covered his body with his hands, not really covering much. “What’s wrong, love? Why are you covering yourself?” She chuckled. “Come on, Shiggy. Why are you hiding?” She stepped towards him, making him step back in fear. “I-I don’t want you looking at my body. It’s gross.” Tears threatened to fall again, the feeling of her eyes on his nude body making him queasy.

            Juno sighed softly. “You don’t like being naked in front of me. And even when you are, you turn the lights off. Is this why?” Tears streamed down his face as he nodded, looking away in shame. She gently grabbed his hands, pulling them off his body. “Your body is beautiful, Shiggy.” His cheeks were stained pink, whether from embarrassment or shame, he couldn’t tell. He chewed on his bottom lip, insecurities swirling around in his head.

            Tomura and Juno had been together for a little over a year already, but he never showed her his nude body. She never even saw him half naked. Her opinion mattered to him more than anything, and the fear of her having a negative opinion on the way he looked was almost debilitating. He would take extra precautions to make sure his body wasn’t shown, even when they were making love. She seemed to be understanding, never pressuring him into stripping. Even on the days he craved skin-to-skin contact, she respected his decision to keep the lights off. The nudeness wouldn’t last for long though, as he’d put his clothes back on right after he came off his sexual high.

            Shiggy mentally beat himself up for getting caught in such a vulnerable state, a slip of judgement leaving him exposed, literally and figuratively. He wanted to disappear, too afraid to hear or see her reaction to him. His body trembled softly as she tucked her finger under his chin, turning his head to look at her. “Did you hear me? You’re beautiful. I don’t think you’re gross. You’re amazing.” An honest smile graced her face, the expression just barely melting away his shame.

            Shiggy sniffled as Juno wiped his tears. “Here, I’ll help you put on your lotion.” He quickly shook his head as he backed out of her hold. “N-no, I’ve got it, don’t worry. I can do it myself.” She ignored his statements and grabbed the lotion, gathering some in her hand. He went to protest, but the words died in his throat as she rubbed the lotion on his neck and chest, hands gently massaging the skin as she did so. “No wonder you always smell so good.” She mused, the smell of cocoa butter on her hands and his body.

            “J-Juno…” Shiggy whispered as she continued lathering his skin, complimenting him as she did so, making his face burn red. “This big, warm chest.” She placed a kiss on a little scar between his pecs. “I love listening to your heartbeat when we cuddle.” She rubbed lotion down his stomach and sides. “Your body is your story, baby. Every scar, every taut muscle, it all tells a story of what made you who you are.” She peppered kisses along a big scar on his side, her hands trailing to his hips. “Every time I’d feel your bare skin, I would think about how you would look. And you’re better than I imagined.”

            Shiggy lifted his fist to his mouth, gently biting down on it as Juno kissed along his body, all while massaging his skin. His cheeks burned hot as she complimented every area she touched, the praise igniting a fire in his core. He softly gasped as she playfully nipped a sensitive spot on his v-line, now on her knees. His cock twitched at the contact, choking when the head brushed against her chest. “Oh? Someone’s excited.” She teased, standing up to gently nudge him to the bed.

            With a nervous grunt, Shiggy plopped down on the bed, hands fidgeting beside him as his lover spread his legs, his half-hard cock in her hand. A small moan slipped past his lips as she stroked him to full hardness. “You know, I’ve always loved how thick your thighs are.” She squeezed his thigh, digging her nails into the sensitive skin, making him twitch in her hold. “Don’t worry, I’ll show you how amazing you are, Pretty Boy.” His eyes widened at the pet name. “P-Pretty Boy?” His skin tingled as the name rolled off his tongue.

            Juno hummed in acknowledgement. “You’re my Pretty Boy. You’re so handsome and I’ll remind you of that until you believe it yourself.” He gasped silently as she engulfed his length in her mouth, her fist gripping what she couldn’t fit. “O-Oh God, y-you really went for it~” He breathed, placing four cautious fingers on her head. She sucked his cock down in earnest but took her time pleasuring him, drawing out his moans.

            “Juno~” Shiggy moaned out, watching her bob her head on his erection, spit gathering on her hand and dripping down her chin. Her tongue pressed flat against the vein on the underside of his cock, the head slipping down her throat as she gagged softly around it. She pulled off his member with a soft pop, saliva still connecting her to it, the sight alone damn near making him cum. “Your cock is so big, it barely fits down my throat~” She cooed, stroking his spit-soaked length. He looked down at her with half lidded eyes, pupils blown in lust, a thin layer of sweat sticking his hair to his face. His lips were slightly parted, little moans spilling out with every stroke on his cock. “You look so adorable, Pretty Boy~ That submissive expression on your face is to die for~” “K-keep sucking my cock, please.” He mumbled while he tugged on her hair, trying to push her closer.

            Juno chuckled softly, placing a little kiss on the tip of Shiggy’s cock. “Patience, Pretty Boy. I have so much more planned for you. Lie back.” With a whine, Shiggy obeyed and shifted to the middle of the bed, laying back. He saw her arm stretch into the dresser, confusion stirring until he suddenly realized what she was reaching for. “N-no, don’t tell me you-”

            “I am. We haven’t done it in a while. This is the perfect opportunity to do it again, only this time I get to see you.” Juno said calmly, her arm coming back to set a strap-on and lube on the bed beside him. “Spread yourself for me, Pretty Boy.” Shiggy looked away, a defiant pout on his lips. “I said,” she popped his thigh, making him yelp, “spread yourself. You know what do to.” He gulped hard as he spread his legs, hooking his hands under his knees. “Good boy~” She praised as she stripped her clothes off. Shiggy stared up at the ceiling in embarrassment.

            “A-ah!” Shiggy cried out softly he felt a lubed finger slip into his hole, making him squirm. Juno experimentally wiggled her finger. “Does it hurt?” “A-a little.” He closed his eyes as she slowly moved her finger, stinging pain melting into pleasure as she nipped down his thigh, trying to get him to relax. His toes wiggled as the odd sensation sent shivers up his spine, hot puffs of breath coming past his lips.

            Shiggy’s mouth hung open in a quiet gasp as his lover chomped down on a sensitive spot on his thigh, using it as a distraction and adding a second digit, scissoring them inside him. “You’re being such a good boy, you know. You’re taking my fingers so well~” Juno kissed the bite, his skin quickly blossoming purple. Her words made his cock ache, the overwhelming praise setting his skin ablaze. Hearing her casually compliment his face was already embarrassing enough. But hearing her compliment his body, the skin he grew to hate, was intense. It was so overwhelming that he didn’t know what to do with himself, his love for Juno and the embarrassment of being exposed swirling in his chest.

            Shiggy whined softly as she missed his prostate over and over. “Y-you’re doing that o-on purpose.” He huffed, locking eyes with her. The expression on her face made his stomach drop. An innocent smile graced her lips, but her pupils were blown with lust, desire and passion burning in her eyes. “Doing what on purpose? This?” She missed again, making him groan. “Oh, sorry, am I missing something?” She batted her eyelashes, placing wet kisses down his thigh, stopping to nibble at the sweet spot on his hip. Shiggy’s brows furrowed together as he rutted on her fingers, letting out a small cry when he ground her fingers on his prostate.

            “Is that what you wanted, Pretty Boy? Be a good boy and use your words more next time~” Juno curled her fingers against his prostate, teasing it until he quivered in pleasure. His legs threatened to close as the feeling became almost too much to handle, a part of him wanting to run away from her fingers. “Look at how much you’re shaking, you’re close, aren’t you~?” Shiggy nodded frantically, letting out a frustrated growl when she stilled her hand. “Use your words, Pretty Boy~” She teased.

            “P-please don’t stop,” Shiggy begged, “I’m so close, please make me cum-ah~!” He choked on his words as Juno picked her pace back up, making his back arch in pleasure. “F-fuck~!” His hips bucked as he came, ropes of white covering his chest and stomach. He panted heavily as Juno pulled her fingers out, casually grabbing the strap-on as she talked. “Your cum looks so nice on your skin, Pretty Boy. And that look on your face is so precious.” He gazed at the ceiling through clouded eyes, reality not catching up yet. “A-am I really that nice to look at…?” He wondered, insecurity coming back to rip him from his high. “Of course, Shiggy. I love how you look.”

            Shiggy sighed as he let go of his legs, closing them and hugging his arms. “Why, though…How is it you can love my body so easily, but I can’t…” He gasped softly as he was wrapped in his lover’s stretched arms, picking him up and placing him on his knees. “I’ll show you how.” She gently pushed him over, reality finally hitting him. “W-wait I-I don’t think I’m ready!” He uttered nervously. “Do you trust me, Pretty Boy?” Juno asked, rubbing his lower back.” Stuffing his face into the blanket, he nodded, wincing as she entered him, the tight ring of muscle stretching around the dildo.

            Shiggy let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when Juno bottomed out. “Holy shit.” He panted softly. Juno leaned forward to thread her fingers through his hair, a gentle smile forming on his lips at the passionate gesture. “You ready?” She asked, massaging his scalp soothingly. “Yeah.” He whispered. “Good.”

            Without warning, Juno gripped his hair, yanking him up. Shiggy cried out in pain. “Be a good boy and look at yourself while I fuck you~” She growled in his ear, slowly pulling out and slamming the strap-on into him. He moaned loudly, mouth falling open as he looked at himself in the mirror. Humiliation crawled up his spine at the sight of himself being spread by Juno, wet squelching and slapping skin meeting his lewd sounds in the room.

            “Look at yourself, Shiggy. Look at how adorable you look impaled on this cock. Look at how your legs shake, look at that sexy expression! You’re so handsome, darling~” She giggled in his ear as she pounded his prostate, his tongue lolling out. “Aren’t you so cute? Tell me how cute you are, Pretty Boy~”

            “I-I- ah- I l-look really- mm- c-cute,” Shiggy stuttered, “s-so- ah fuck- cute on your c-cock. D-don’t stop, please~!” He stared holes into the mirror, forcing his eyes to roam his body in the reflection. “Touch yourself for me, Pretty Boy. I want you to watch yourself get off~” He nodded, feverishly stroking his cock in sync with her thrusts. “Are you watching, my good boy?” Juno slapped his ass, making him jump slightly. “Yes, I-I’m looking a-at myself~!” Shiggy panted, moans bordering on screams of pleasure as he chased his orgasm.

            “You look like you’re so ready to cum, I bet your cock is throbbing, aching for release, so go ahead.” Juno pulled him closer, biting down on his neck. “Cum for me Tenko~”

            The sound of his real name on her lips sent him over the edge, stars exploding behind his eyes as his body spasmed. An amalgamation of incoherent swears spilled between his moans as his cum spilled onto the blanket, mixing with the puddle of drool below him. He whined softly as he came down from his intense orgasm, tears of pleasure streaming down his face, aggressively trembling as his tired body struggled to keep itself up.

            “What a good boy I have.” Juno let him go, his body collapsing face first into the blanket. She pulled out, taking the harness off and setting it to the side as she rubbed his back, his body still twitching. He weakly rolled to his side, looking at his lover through exhausted lids. “Wow…” He croaked, voice dry and raspy. She chuckled softly, laying beside him. “Sorry, was that too rough?” She cupped his face as he shook his head. “It was intense, but it was good.” He snuggled up to her, resting his head between her breasts.

            Juno hummed softly as she rubbed his sore scalp. “You really do have a nice body, Tenko. You look perfect to me.” He stuffed his face deeper into her chest at her words, the use of his real name making him feel more embarrassed. “I’ll tell you how amazing your body is as many times as possible until you see what I see, okay? I know today was an accident, but maybe we can work on you having less clothes on around me?” She tapped his cheek, scooting back so he could look up at her.

            Shiggy nodded. “Okay, I’ll try.” Juno smiled, pulling him into a kiss. “Good.” She mumbled against his lips. He hummed into the kiss, pressing her body closer as his tongue explored her mouth. She moaned into his mouth as he sucked on her tongue, running his hand down her back and resting it against her ass.

            Juno pulled away with a giggle. “Hey, keep doing that and we’ll have to go another round.” Shiggy shook his head. “I can’t even feel my legs, there’s no way in hell we’re going again. I’ll stop.” He pressed her forehead against his, eyes shutting. “I love you.”

            “I love you too.” Juno replied, peppering his nose in little kisses as he fell asleep.

[jiminscalicokitten]

Intense Feelings (One-shot)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, slight!Angst

Summary: Meeting someone you barely knew in high school shocks you but what really made everything so crazy is how you forgot saving his life. 

Rating: 18+ (If the warnings trigger you please don’t read.)

Warnings: penetrative sex, oral sex (both receiving), overstimulation, sex, slight!choking, slight!dirty talk, slight!possessiveness, depression, mention of attempt on suicide.

Word Count: 3.5k

Notes: It’s been such a long time since I posted, I wanted to surprise with a one-shot with out saying anything! Hope you enjoy it babies. 

The bartender filled your empty glass with what seemed to be his best whisky, from a bottle that could at least value at four thousand dollars.

You lifted your head to meet his gaze. “I didn’t order this.” You muttered. “A beauty such as yourself deserves a glass of the best, on the house.” He winked. 

“Does that work on most?” You raised your eyebrow as you crossed your leg. “I don’t try it on most.” He smiled widely. “Well, thank you for the drink.” Feeling a burn caused you to clear your throat. 

Inhaling you feel the alcohol surge through your veins, “Why is this place so quiet? I mean it is a club right?” You mumbled leaning into the counter. “Ah. It’s a quiet bar before eight. After that the party starts. You could say that you’re a little early.” He smiled. 

“Tell me, what do you do for a living, Miss?” He poured you a little more. “Well, office clerk, my name is Y/N.” You nodded. “I’m Hoseok, the bartender/owner of this club.” He told you as he wiped the counter with a clean cloth. 

“It’s rare to see office people come to clubs, I guess most would get dragged into team dinners and whatnot.” He smiled. “Well that’s true. But I guess our department is a little more progressive than most. We don’t have to go when we don’t want to.” You explained. 

“That must be great. I have a friend that usually sneaks out of college get togethers. Not that they invite him anymore. He claims it to be so boring.” You really did enjoy the fact that he talked to you even though it was awkward small talk.

You struggled communicating with others. You always wanted to start conversations but it sometimes gets too hard at how shy you are, or the fact that people just start talking to others before you could gather the courage to start a conversation. 

In the office, you usually talk when someone talks to you first and it never was about you. They need you to just do office stuff and it didn’t necessarily hurt your feelings but it did disappoint you though. 

People were never interested in the quiet clerk that just focuses on her work. They probably thought you were just here to only work and nothing more or less. What disappointed you was the fact they didn’t even try to change that. 

The team had a strong connection with one and another as they visibly show their friendship almost all the time. You weren’t a part of that. You didn’t really have a big friends group growing so it wasn’t something you weren’t used to. 

“Talk about the devil and he shows up.” You snapped out of your thoughts. Once you turned back you saw him. He wore a black Balenciaga t-shirt paired with loose jeans and a flannel barely hanging off his shoulder. You knew him. You went to school with him back in the day.

You can’t say he changed much, Jeon Jungkook, the hottest kid in class, there was a rumor about him being the son of the biggest business man in the city, once it spread he changed schools, allowing most to believe that it was true. 

“Hey! Give me a bottle of your coldest beer.” He stood next to your stool. “Here. I can’t believe you arrive the moment I mention you to someone.” Hoseok shook his head as he set the beer on the counter. “You were talking about me?” He looked confused.

“Yeah, to Y/N over here. Y/N this is Jungkook. JK this is Y/N.” He introduced him to you. There was no way that Jungkook was going to remember you from high school. Not that you look that different, it’s just that you lived in two different worlds-

“Y/N! I know you. We went to high school together didn’t we?” He grinned excitedly as he sat on the stool next to yours. “You remember?” Your eyes sparkled in fascination, how can he remember you? He must remember everyone in school to recall that you attended with him. 

“Of course I remember you. You were like the nicest person in the school.” He looked as if he was reminiscing. “Wow, but to be honest, I don’t remember us interacting much.” You confessed glancing at your glass. 

“That’s awesome! I remember more than you do then!” He laughed as he chugged his drink. “I remember how wonderful of a person you were.” His gaze softened at your shy demeanor. 

After a few too many drinks on Jungkook’s side, he got up stumbling a step, his hand gripping your shoulder for support. His cheeks were rosy and eyes were glistening. He suddenly fixed his posture to stand perfectly straight. 

His eyes were on yours for a long minute before he wrapped his arms around your head. Face in his torso, you were maybe as confused as you can get. Hoseok hollered his name a couple of times asking him to let go but he wouldn’t. Not necessarily hating the situation you were in you wrapped your small arms around his torso in comfort. Hoseok quieted down staring. 

Inhaling his scent you felt nostalgic, as if you’ve done something like this before, was it deja vu? Slowly letting you go he stared at your feature with an unreadable expression. You can’t help feeling breathless at how ethereal he appeared. 

Hair gently laying on his forehead, the air around you slowed, lights dimmed as a slight in his eyes was accentuated, and you could see visible fluff in the air pretend to be feathers of his non-existent wings. 

Leaning in, his forehead rested against yours for a moment before his lips pressed into yours. You loved the feeling of them pressing against your own as you lace your fingers in his hair to tug him in closing the distance between you two. Jungkook breaks the kiss, pecking your nose before prodding. “Let’s go?” It was a question more than a statement. 

He held your hand gently as he helped you out of the door, feeling your cheeks gain color. and stopped walking, halting his movement. He turned to look at you with concern lacing his gaze. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He muttered holding both your hands as he faced you. 

“It’s not that… Why me?” You knew that you didn’t really deserve this. “Because it is you. Because ten years ago, I missed my chance to show you how I feel about you.” He leaned pecking your lips then your nose followed by your forehead.

You couldn’t question him any longer. His actions were telling you everything you knew he meant every word just by the warmth he provided you with his touch in that moment. 

His apartment wasn’t too far from the club, he lived near the state university. Once you walked into the apartment you slipped off your shoes as you dragged your lips against his neck, moaning in satisfaction he slipped off his boots.  “Can I touch you?” His question seemed way too innocent for him. 

Your hand pulled his onto your waist. “I’d get sad if you don’t.” His hand massaged your waist as they slowly got lower to your hip. Your forehead patted his. Shortening the gap between he gasped in your lips. 

His lips felt different. They were much softer. Your hands held both of his cheeks as you tilted your head to get better access to his wet lips. He let out a soft groan as you slowly pulled his shirt off his body. “I remember you were into basketball back before you left.” You smiled as your fingertips gently ran across his muscled pecs.  

“I remember swooning every time I saw you.” You felt warmth grow between your legs. “Me too.” He joked. “Yeah? I guess you were that narcissistic about yourself and honestly I would be if I looked like that.” You pushed him down towards your bed. Hands touching his body, your lips met once more earning a groan from him. You slowly started moving down his neck with your kisses.  

He felt his member grow harder as your tongue licked across his abs going down. “Can I?” Your fingers wrapped around the band of his pants. He just nodded wordlessly. He hadn’t really done this before.  

Biting down onto his bottom lip at the sight of you pushed his knees apart, heat built up around his crotch as he settled back into the sofa.  

You pushed the loose strands of hair back from around your face to fall behind your head, you froze once Jungkook tucked a stray, a strand of your hair behind your ear. A small smirk on his face as he did so.  

Your fingertips caressed the denim that covered his thighs, inching towards the zipper of the tight jeans that he wore. Jungkook lifted his hips a little, pulling down his pants revealing the mind-numbing image of his bulge. 

Hands already lightly danced over his boxer briefs before you glanced up at him for permission, to which he nodded with hooded eyes and his notorious, taunting raise of an eyebrow. 

The sight of his member leaving out of his underwear had your lips parting in awe, saliva gathered in your mouth whole-heartedly at the size of him.  

You knew you would not be able to take him whole, but you were willing to try once you had him flushed and on the edge of his high. 

Your fingers tentatively slid across his jeans to wrap around the shaft to make up for what your lips could not reach for now. He inhaled sharply as you took him in. 

You started to work your mouth and fingers in unison, pumping up and down at an agonisingly slow pace, dragging as much pleasure as you possibly could through the way that your tongue traced delicately around his length, caressed the vein that throbbed eagerly on the underside. 

Hollowing your cheeks so that you could suck hard. Your name slipped from his lips deliciously as he lets out a throaty grunt. Hips rolling up into your mouth, making you whimper around him, struggling to refrain from reaching your free fingers between your thighs to satisfy yourself. 

Jungkook’s hand that was tangled in the strands of your hair had gone slightly slack with the euphoria that was rushing throughout his limbs, encouraging you to go deeper, harder.  

You removed your hand completely from his length, his erection poised readily on its own, noticing the way Jungkook’s eyes unexpectedly widened as moved your lips so far down his length that the tip was nestled against the back of your throat.  

A tight swallow had the man crying out, fisting a bundle of your hair for leverage as his body shook with white hot pleasure, rushing down to his length where it coated the inside of your mouth.  

 Your palms were flat against his thighs, sliding your lips slowly up and down to draw out the high that had shaken him from his core, weakly thrusting into you for more.

When you finally lifted up, you coughed lightly as you inhaled air back into your body, a little dizzy when Jungkook clasped your cheeks between his hands and leaned down to your face.  

A shiver of pleasure ran through your spine at the way he ran his tongue from your chin up to your lips, tasting your effort before sealing it with a deep kiss.  

His mouth opened your own wide, eager to consume every inch of you with his roaming lips and tongue before he pulled back, the two of you practically breathless. 

“That was probably the best blow job that I’ve received. Baby got mouth.” He kissed your giggling lips once more. “I should take care of you too.” His hand traveled to your waist as he helped you stand up. He laid your body on the bed.  

His fingers caught the hem of your shirt, “Wait…” You muttered face turning red. “We can stop if you want.” His hand went to pull up his pants. “That’s not it. I just feel self-conscious of my body.” You held onto his hands.  

He didn’t really understand. You were perfect, in his eyes at the very least. But he did know better than to push you out of your comfort zone this early in your relationship. He then glanced at your pants for permission. You nodded cheeks flaring even redder.  

He had a hard time pulling off your pants. Your hands moved to assist him in removing it. He drags your underwear with your pants in one gesture, Jungkook’s mouth came wet and warm on your pussy, licking your slit and pressing the flat of his tongue on your clit.  

His tongue swiped against your slit hard a few times and you moaned, arousal dripping between your legs already. He dug his fingers in the flesh of your thighs to still your moving body and started to suck on your clit, making you arch your back against your soft bed. 

Jungkook’s lips then pulled away from your clit to press against your folds, dipping his tongue just the smallest bit inside of you. You let out a shaky breath and shut your eyes, your legs locked around his head as you begin rubbing against his mouth. “I am so close! Kookie!” Your moans get louder.  

“Did you just call me Kookie while I’m doing this?” He plunged his fingers into your cunt as he chuckled. “I want to cum with you inside me.” You begged. Your cheeks felt warm and his hand came up to cup your face. He swiped a thumb across it. “I’ll end up wrecking you if you sound like that.” 

He ripped a condom wrapper and cased his length in latex. You barely had time to breathe before he shoved his cock inside of you, the stretching burned just enough to make you moan into his neck.  

Jungkook pushed himself all the way and stopped, letting out a shuddering moan himself, he didn’t say anything to you, but you knew he’s waiting for you to adjust. Your hands grabbed the sheets as you clenched tightly around his length.  

You placed your hand against his chest to make him know that you’re ready for him to move. You lifted your hips up a bit and a shiver shot through you when Jungkook pulled out of you halfway and then slid back in slowly. 

At your signal to move, he started at an unforeseen harsh pace, thrusting hard enough to make the bed squeak and rattle. Your back arched once more against the sheets and you didn’t do anything to meet his thrusts, too lightheaded with the pleasure that raised in your abdomen.  

He slowed down to kiss your lips. His thrusts became unhurried but deeper against your insides. “If I had known it would feel this good I would’ve asked you out in high school.” He grinned 

He started moving again, shoving in and out of you roughly. Jungook’s hand released your cheek and trailed down your chin until the inside of his palm lay on your throat. You let out a shuddering gasp escape your lips when his fingers tightened around your neck, just under your jaw.  

“Fuck- you feel too good babe.” He sounded too serious unlike his usual tone as his hand loosens against your neck.   

“Jungkook- I’m about to- Fuck I’m cumming.” Jungkook pulled out almost all the way and then started to thrust in and out of you once more, pounding you as hard as he could.  

You felt yourself come undone beneath him; you almost screamed when he didn’t stop thrusting, but you clasped your mouth with your hand letting out a whimper. The overstimulation is starting to hurt, but you closed your eyes shut and took it with tears escaping you, knowing it would start to feel good again.  

“No one else is allowed to touch you.” You shivered, the possessiveness in his voice making your toes curled and you wrapped your arms around his neck to keep his body near yours as he pounded his hips into you erratically. 

“Say it.” he pressed a kiss against your jaw. “Say that you’re only mine.” You bite your lip and shut your eyes as he fucks you. “I’m only yours.” You breathed, “I only want your cock inside me, Jungkook..”   

You feel his cock throb and twitch inside you and then he climaxed, white hot cum shot into the latex. You gasped and pushed your hips up toward him while he came. He pulled out removing the condom, his cum shot on your clit. You reached your second orgasm feeling his cum still spilling against your folds.  

“Fuck. I might’ve been too serious for our own good.” He went to your bathroom to get a towel. He dropped the towel on your sensitive nether region. Once he tried to clean out his you flinched shivering from your previous overstimulation.  

Kookie grinned like a fool at what he had accomplished. Once he threw the towel in his laundry basket, he laid next to you. His arms encased your waist and pulled you closer. “I can’t believe that we did that.” He kissed the top of your head.  

-

He was underneath the blanket snuggly holding onto your naked figure. You were honestly scared. You were worried that he might’ve spent the night with you because he was just drunk and nothing more. 

You tried to take his arm off of your waist in an attempt to collect your clothes and leave before he woke up, but his groans wrapping his other arm around your waist pulled you into his chest. It’s obvious at this point that he’d wake up if you move. 

Slightly shaking him, you felt your heart-rate double. “Jungkook… wake up. I need to go.” He groans a second time and stretches his legs. “Morning.” He smiled with a dazzling dreamy look. “I have to go, can you take your arm off of me.” You tried prying his hand off of you.

“It’s a weekend… you don’t have to go.” He then began to pepper kisses all over your face heading towards your neck. “Okay! Okay! Stop it that tickles.” You laugh. “I thought I was a one night stand.” You mumbled laugh dying down. He suddenly jumps into a sitting position. “What? Of course not. I care about you and I have since high school.” He held you close once more.

 “Is there something that happened in high school that I completely erased from my memory. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to invalidate your feelings but what is it that you remember?” You held his hand. 

His arms relaxed as he pulled you back into bed. Holding you ever so gently you sighed, you honestly could get used to this. “Well, I’ve seen you in school a couple of times. You wouldn’t really talk to me or my group of friends, like most would do. I found that unusual yet I didn’t care enough to talk to you.

Then, the whole rumor about me and my family started going around. My friends became two-faced and tried buttering me up for their own gain. I won’t get into details of what happened with my family at that time, some horrible stuff happened with my dad, he said some stuff about my deceased mother in front of his young wife. 

I told them that I wanted to change schools because of my old friends and they agreed after a week of arguments. Around that my depression got really bad. That’s when we talked for the first time on the-” 

“Roof.” You cut him off as you remembered a small detail. “Yeah, I was planning on ending it all then you entered. I remembered that you were the only one that hasn’t really spoken to me in school. I thought you were going to judge me, but you didn’t. I stepped back as I waited for you to leave so I can…

Then, you walked towards me unexpectedly and kneeled to tie my loose sneakers lace. I thought how crazy is life, the moment that the world collapsed on my shoulders you showed up to stop me from tripping on my laces. Then I started crying. 

The hug that you gave me was wordless but it made everything feel lighter. You told me that everything was going to be okay and that I’d have you by my side, a stranger.

You kept me in your arms for a good twenty minutes, once I stopped crying like a baby, you kissed my forehead and said that you’d be ready to listen to me whenever I felt like talking. I thanked you and we never saw each other again. Well, until yesterday that is.” He kissed your forehead. 

“Wow, how can I forget that? You were like a lost bunny…” You smiled holding his cheeks. “That doesn’t matter, I found you again. I won’t tell you that I love you, because it’s a little creepy and too early but I can say that I have intense feelings towards you.” He said, earning a giggle from you. 

“Me too Kookie, I have intense feelings towards you too.” You kissed his lips then placed your head on his collarbone inhaling the nostalgic scent of your teen years.

(© 2020 jiminscalicokitten, All Rights Reserved)

[jaskierswolf]

Fire in My Soul

A sequel to this fic but stand well on it’s own. Geralt is a firefighter. Jaskier is a teacher. Jaskier has fantasies and his boyfriend is willing to play along.

Rated: E. Words: 2.1k.

Requested by my darling @bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher, and helpfully beta’d by @dani-dandelino and @kuripon

On AO3

CW: 18+ smutty smut smut. Roleplay, masturbation, anal fingering/sex, blow job, biting (no blood), mentions of fire/fire rescues.

Jaskier was practically vibrating with excitement. He’d been dreaming about this particular fantasy ever since he’d first found out that Geralt Rivia was a firefighter, and after months of pining after the love of his life, and another few months finally managing to enjoy their relationship without having to worry what Jaskier’s school board would say, Geralt had finally agreed to play. Unfortunately Vesemir had refused to let Geralt bring his uniform home so they’d had to invest in a cheap knock off, only this one was designed to be sexy. It lacked the bulk of Geralt’s actual uniform and his boyfriend looked fucking phenomenal in it.

Jaskier was lying naked on his bed, enjoying the feel of the soft satin sheets against his skin. Of course, this time there were no actual fire alarms and he hadn’t twisted his ankle in the shower. This time he got to enjoy Geralt throwing him over his shoulder and then ravishing him senseless, hopefully… that was the plan at least. He hummed happily to himself, reaching for the lube whilst he waited for his boyfriend to arrive. He stroked his cock lazily, coaxing it to full hardness, soft gasps falling from his lips as the teasing touch began to send sparks across his skin. The room felt hotter already, he could almost feel the heat of the flames against his skin. He closed his eyes, biting his lip as he got lost in the sensation of his own hand on his cock.

“Fuck…” he moaned softly, struggling to keep his touch light. Geralt would be there soon, he would be good for him.

The door crashed open, making Jaskier squeak and sit up on the bed. Even though he’d been expecting Geralt to make an entrance the loud noise startled him. His eyes flashed to the doorway to see Geralt. The fireman was truly a sight to behold. He was wearing bright yellow fireman’s trousers, the braces hanging loose against his thighs. He was topless, showing off his finely muscled torso, shining with the oils Jaskier had used to massage him with earlier that day. He looked strong, healthy, gorgeous with a nice layer of fat covering his abs where there would usually be chiselled lines in the firefighter calendars. As much as Jaskier adored those calendars he much preferred the real life strength and overall look of his boyfriend, and most of all he was just happy he was healthy.

Geralt froze when he saw him, a gorgeous pink blush colouring his cheeks. Dark golden eyes devoured Jaskier’s body and for a moment Jaskier thought that Geralt would completely forget about their game, but the firefighter stalked towards him purposely, never taking his eyes off of Jaskier.

“Didn’t you hear the alarm?” he growled, voice low and husky.

Jaskier couldn’t help the whimper that escaped him as he shook his head, gripping the base of his cock tightly. “No.”

“Too busy?”

Jaskier nodded, biting his lip and gazing up at his gorgeous firefighter. He ran one hand up his torso, fingers coursing through the hair on his chest before pinching a nipples. “Can’t help it, feels so good,” he moaned.

The firefighter grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand away from his cock. Jaskier whined at the loss of contact but he didn’t have time to protest as he was scooped up from the bed and thrown over the firefighter’s shoulder. He squeaked at the sudden movement, his cock sliding against Geralt’s oil slick chest, and a swell of arousal rushed through him making him feel positively dizzy.

“Let’s get you out of here,” the firefighter grunted as he walked back through bedroom door.

“My clothes,” Jaskier protested weakly. He knew he wouldn’t be needing them but he was playing his part well.

“Don’t need ‘em,” Geralt grumbled, swatting Jaskier’s bare arse. It wasn’t hard but the sting made Jaskier’s heart race a little faster. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from moaning again.

“But…”

“I said no,” Geralt growled and this time Jaskier couldn’t help his moan.

Once they were out of the bedroom Geralt put him down, much to his displeasure. He rather enjoyed being manhandled around the flat and the firefighter’s lift had provided him with an excellent view of Geralt’s arse. Jaskier’s knees felt weak underneath him as his feet hit the ground. The firefighter put his arm around Jaskier’s waist to steady him. Jaskier smiled coyly up at him through his eyelashes, placing his hands on Geralt’s pecs.

“Thank you, you were so brave,” he purred, thumb flicking against the firefighter’s nipples, earning him a delicious moan as Geralt’s eyes fluttered shut. “How could I ever repay you?”

“On your knees,” Geralt hissed through gritted teeth.

Jaskier’s eyes dropped to Geralt’s rather large erection and he grinned. His boyfriend knew just what he liked. “With pleasure, darling.”

Jaskier pushed Geralt back until he was pressed against the nearest wall and then, as instructed, he fell to his knees, mouthing at Geralt’s cock through the fabric of his trousers. “And now what?” he asked, looking up at Geralt, pouting innocently as if he had no idea what Geralt was really asking him to do.

“You know what, Jask…” Geralt groaned, breaking character but Jaskier didn’t mind.

“Ah ah… use your words, sweetheart,” Jaskier sang as he nosed against Geralt’s cock, hands running up his thick thighs, thighs that could probably crush him if given the chance.  

“Suck my cock,” came the reply, as Geralt’s fingers threaded through his hair and yanked Jaskier’s head backwards.

He whined stupidly and clawed at the zip of Geralt’s trousers. He cursed when Geralt’s cock came free. The bastard hadn’t been wearing any underwear this whole time. “Gods, it’s beautiful,” he whispered, licking a stripe down Geralt’s length. “Do all firefighters have such gorgeous cocks or is it just you?”

Geralt let out a growl. “You won’t be finding out. Now put that mouth to better use.”

Jaskier winked up at his boyfriend as he took the tip into his mouth, sucking gently and flicking his tongue across the slit. Geralt’s head hit the wall and his grip tightened in Jaskier’s hair. Jaskier hummed happily around Geralt’s cock before pulling off.

“Stop teasing,” Geralt huffed.

Jaskier laughed, pulling Geralt’s trouser down further so he could nip at the skin of his thighs, biting hard enough the leave pretty marks on the pale skin, only stopping when Geralt tugged at his hair. He gasped and shifted forwards. Geralt knew what he was after and moved so his leg was pressed between Jaskier’s thighs. He moaned, rutting pathetically against Geralt’s leg, desperate for friction against his own cock as he took Geralt back into his mouth, massaging Geralt’s ball with his hands as his cock hit the back of Jaskier’s throat. They both moaned, and Jaskier felt tears prick in his eyes.

“Fuck,” Geralt grunted, thrusting into Jaskier’s mouth.

Gods, he was so fucking huge. Every time Jaskier couldn’t quite believe that this magnificent cock would fit in his arse. Luckily Geralt was a generous lover and always took his time to prepare Jaskier. Even so they stretch burned in the best way and he always felt it the next day, just how he liked it.

He moaned around Geralt’s cocked, gripping the base in his hands and bobbing his head up and down, until Geralt hissed and pulled him off. He whined, spit sliding down his chin as he pouted up at the firefighter. “Oi, I wasn’t finished!”

Geralt grunted and pulled him to his feet, rougher than he normally would but Jaskier was not complaining. It was half-term and he wouldn’t have to be back at school for a whole week. He had plenty of time for any suspicious bruises to fade. Geralt flipped their positions so that Jaskier was pushed up against the wall, his lips sucking at Jaskier’s neck, just below his ear. He gasped and let his head roll to the side, allowing the firefighter better access. “Fuck, Geralt…”

“Do have any idea what you do to me?” Geralt growled, nipping at the tender skin of Jaskier’s neck. “How good you look with your lips around my cock, how fucking amazing you look stroking yours?”

Jaskier just whined, the only words he had left were “please” and “fuck” and “Geralt”, panting as Geralt’s lube slick fingers pressed against his entrance. He hadn’t even heard the click of the bottle, so lost in the sensation of Geralt’s lips and teeth on his bare skin.

The role-play was lost forever, both firefighter and teacher caught up in their pleasure and their desire to be near to each other, to touch each other. Jaskier gasped and whined as Geralt worked him open, a second finger soon joining the first. Jaskier groaned and bit down on Geralt’s shoulder, the taste of the oil a little unpleasant but it was worth it to see Geralt’s torso glistening like some kind of Roman wrestler.

“More,” he whined and Geralt’s chest pressed against his, trapping him between the wall and his boyfriend.

“Too soon.”

“More,” Jaskier insisted and Geralt cursed, slipping a third finger inside him. The stretch burned slightly but Jaskier couldn’t help the wanton moan that fell from his lips. He felt like he was on fire, Geralt’s fingers filling him up, stretching him for that cock that he knew felt so good. “More…” he whined.

“Patience,” Geralt chided.

“Need you, need to reward my saviour,” he chuckled breathlessly, wriggling his arse so he could push Geralt’s fingers deeper inside him. “I want your cock, Geralt… please.”

“Shit, Jask,” Geralt groaned and lifted him up. Jaskier wrapped his legs around Geralt’s waist, whimpering at the loss of the fingers in his arse, but he didn’t have the time to feel empty as the blunt tip of Geralt’s cock was soon pressing against his hole.

“Hnng… Ger…” he gasped.

“I’ve got you.”

Every inch that pushed up inside him was pure bliss. He never got over how full he felt, with Geralt inside him. In those moment he felt like he could stay like this forever, never being separated from Geralt again.

“I love you,” he gasped as Geralt finally bottomed out.

“hmm…”

Geralt’s thrusts were slow, making Jaskier’s head spin with pleasure. He could feel every inch of Geralt’s cock inside him, every movement. When Geralt brushed against his prostate he keened, biting again at Geralt’s shoulder before the firefighter lifted his chin and pulled him into a sloppy kiss. It was less of a kiss and more just panting into each other’s mouths, moaning and grunting with each thrust, tongues messily brushing against each other. Jaskier’s fingers scraped down Geralt’s back as the firefighter thrust into him, each movement pushing him back against the wall. He gripped at Geralt’s arse, the other hand tugging hard at his lover’s hair.

“Geralt… please…” he begged, not really sure what he was asking for but he needed more, he needed…

Geralt shifted underneath him, reaching between them to pull at Jaskier’s cock. The effect was instantaneous. Jaskier keened, sparks flying in his vision as he came all over Geralt’s hand, cum splattering wet against his chest, but Geralt wasn’t done. He grunted, pounding Jaskier into the wall hard, and Jaskier could do nothing except hold on, whimpering as his rode out the waves of his orgasm. His limbs feeling like jelly.

“Ger…” he slurred, his energy drained from his orgasm. “fuck… Geralt….”

With one last thrust Geralt shuddered underneath him as he came. “Fuck!”

Jaskier whined as Geralt pulled out, both of them sliding to the floor in a heap, covered in sweat and cum, a complete mess. Geralt’s costume firefighter trousers were still caught around his legs and Jaskier giggled, giddy from his orgasm.

“Hmm?”

“You’re overdressed, darling,” Jaskier cooed, hands running down Geralt’s thighs as he rested his head on Geralt’s shoulder.

“Hmm….”

“We’re so keeping these,” Jaskier decided It hadn’t been nearly as exciting as actually being rescued from a burning building but he rather preferred it this way. At least this time he got to enjoy being naked in front of the gorgeous firefighter in his bedroom.

“Insatiable,” Geralt grunted.

Jaskier laughed and pressed a kiss to Geralt’s shoulder, right where there was a lovely indentation of Jaskier’s teeth. “You love me,” he cooed.

“Melitele knows why,” Geralt agreed but pulled him into a kiss before he could protest.

Jaskier smiled hopelessly against Geralt’s lips. Even after all this time, he still couldn’t quite believe that this radiant creature was his to love and cherish as much as he pleased. He hoped it would stay that way for a long time to come. 

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[msmarvelouswinchester]

No Strings Attached

Summary - Some words are better remained unspoken but not always. Sometimes it better to just confess.

Pairing - Jensen x Reader, past Jensen x OFC Sarah

Warning - Fluff, angst-ish, secret relationship, smut (18+), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral sex (female receiving), swearing, insecurities, mentions of betrayal.

Word Count - 3178

Square Filled - Rockstar!Jensen ( @spndeanbingo ); Confessions ( @anyfandomgoesbingo )

A/N - This is written for my challenge "Chan's 500 followers challenge".

Request by @deanwanddamons - Hey hon! Huge congratulations on 500 followers! You deserve it 💞 Could you write ‘3. How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?’ Jensen and Y/N 😘 (Hope you like it and sorry it got so long)

Beta'd by the lovely @miss-nerd95​ (she is such a sweetheart! Thank you so much)

The beautiful spn dividers by @talesmaniac89

I love the Ackles fam, but for the sake of this fic, Jensen is single and was never married to Danneel.

Your eyes were focused on the man on stage, heart beating loudly as you watched his every movement the way his thick fingers were wrapped around the mic, that little smirk on his face as he sang along to the Eric Church’s song. Your head full of thoughts about what his fingers and mouth could do to you.

“Damn you, really turn me on, paintin' your toenails pink.” He sent you a sideway glance, giving you a knowing smile as he sang the lines. His tongue peeked out of his mouth as it swept over his lips, his action so casual yet it sent the audience into a frenzy. The song enriched by his voice was enough to make you squirm and the memories from last night were not helping you at all.

You should have seen this coming ever since the moment you had stepped into the green room that day, right before the Saturday Night Live. You had smirked to yourself when you saw Jensen's eyes slightly widening at the sight of you in the tight little skirt that you had paired with a see-through button down and matching bra, as you had walked up to him with a glass of wine in your hand.

A blush had crept up your neck when you had felt his eyes all over your body. You had taken a seat right beside him, just to rile him up a bit more. You knew he couldn't even kiss you because no one in the cast knew about your hidden rendezvous. You had furtively glanced at the actor beside you. With one brow raised slightly, Jensen was staring right at you.

“You want to go out there?” You jumped at Richard’s voice, pulling you out from your sinful thoughts. “I know you can sing.”

“You sure? Jensen has set the stage on fire. I don't think I have enough fuel to match that level.” You chuckled, looking out towards the stage as the said man wrapped an arm around Rob’s shoulder, jamming out to the music of the guitar. You hadn't even noticed when he had switched to another song because you were too busy staring at how his biceps flexed under his black shirt with every small movement of his arm. A puff of air left your mouth as he hit a high note in the song.

“Trust me, he will definitely not mind.” Richard winked.

“Um-thanks Speight, but I'd rather stay here and enjoy the show.” You politely declined Richard’s request. Tonight, the stage was a dangerous arena.

You took in a sharp breath as the last notes of the song strung in the air, the crowd erupting into a loud cheer as Rob struck the last chord on his guitar. “Thank you!” Jensen gave a dramatic bow, waving his hands in the air as he was exiting the stage which caused an uproar in the room. Handing over the mic to Rob, the actor left the stage.

“Enjoyed the show, sweetheart?” A smug smile tugged on his lips as he stalked towards you, the look on his face making you go weak in the knees.

“You put on quite a show out there.” You said, placing a hand on his chest.

“What can I say? I am a good performer. There is nothing better than seeing the audience satisfied,” Jensen replied and leaned towards you, bringing his mouth near your ear. “And then leave them begging for more.” Your heart was beating wildly making you gasp as his teeth grazed past your earlobe, a shiver running down your body to your core.

“Jackles!” Jared’s booming voice made you two jump apart. “We are going out for drinks, wanna join?”

“Yeah! Go ahead, I'll...uh-catch up. Y/N’s coming with me too.”

“Uh-okay!” Jared hesitated a bit before he rejoined the awfully jolly group of actors, making their way towards the bar a few blocks away from the convention.

“Ackles, anyone caught your eye yet?” Jared questioned his tv brother, which piqued your interest.

“So, I'm picking up random girls from the bar now to get my dick wet? Jare-” Jensen looked at his best friend with a look of pure disgust in his eyes.

“Jensen, that's not what I-”

“Now, don't start with your relationship crap. You know I don't do relationships anymore.” It wasn't like you didn't expect him to say this, but deep down it still hurt to hear him say that there was no one special in his life. You tuned out the rest of his words as you reminisced about your first night together.

The relationship between you and Jensen was complicated. A few months ago, you had hooked up in his Vancouver apartment after a drunken night and that had started the whole friends with benefit thing. No one knew that you two were sleeping together. It was something you two had decided to keep between yourselves because it wasn't like you were in a relationship, you two just fucked to relieve some tension. Or so you thought. You didn't even realise when you had fallen head over heels for the man but you had managed to keep your mouth shut.

Your eyes roamed around the room until it landed on Jensen to see him staring intently at you. An involuntary shiver ran down your body under his strong gaze. You left your seat and went to sit beside him at which he was taken by surprise.

“Miss me already?” He smirked, an eyebrow raised at you.

“Don’t shave.” You said.

“That doesn't answer my que-” the words got stuck in his throat as you placed your hand on his thigh. Jensen stiffened under your touch but thankfully the action went unnoticed by everyone else.

“What d'you think you're doin’?” He asked, his southern accent slipping through.

“Nothing.” You smirked as you hand travelled upwards towards his crotch but no one could see your little teasing session underneath the table. Jensen swallowed thickly as he fidgeted in his seat, trying to adjust his pants and to remove your hand but you were adamant. You coyly palmed his growing excitement as he sucked in a breath.

“Don't challenge me, Y/N/N.” He growled into your ear, your own panties were now ruined. “I can take you right here, right now. You want me to do that, to teach you a lesson for being a bad girl?”

“Where's your self control, Ackles?” You mocked.

Without answering your question, he suddenly stood up. “Y/N’s not feeling so hot. I think it's best if she goes back to the hotel.” Jensen told the cast. You licked your lips when you saw his dominant side jumping out.

“What ‘bout ya?” Jared drunkenly asked.

“She is in the room right beside me and it's too late. I'm going back to the hotel with her. I'm just being a gentleman.” Jensen said, trying to sound as convincing as possible. Everyone said their goodbyes and if anyone suspected anything, they didn't speak up.

A few minutes after leaving the bar, Clif pulled up in front of the bar. You and Jensen slipped into the backseat. That fifteen minutes drive felt like the longest time you had ever been in a car. The tension was so thick between, it could have been cut with a knife. Jensen did his best to restrain himself, so much so he barely looked at you because even Clif wasn't in on your little secret and you wanted to keep it that way.

You had barely closed the door before you felt Jensen’s hands all over your body. He abandoned his leather jacket before pushing you against the wall.

“I wanted to rip off your clothes the moment you walked into the room.” He murmured as he pinned you to the wall, kissing you roughly. “Do you have any idea how hard you made me tonight? Huh?” He breathed into the skin of your neck, making you whimper.

“Jay-uh, you were a t-tease as well. You sang that song tonight o-on purpose.” You breathed out. A gasp left your lips when Jensen hungrily ripped off your shirt and skirt leaving you in nothing but your bra and panties. You hooked your legs behind his back as he effortlessly picked you up and took you to the bed, putting you down before he climbed on top of you. Impatiently, you tugged at the hem of his t-shirt at which Jensen smirked and pulled the shirt over his head before throwing it on the floor. You took in the perfectly toned muscles of his chest and stomach like you were seeing him naked for the very first time, which of course wasn't, when he put a finger under your chin, making you look up at him.

“Like what you see?” He smirked as your hands travelled up to feel his hard pecs. Jensen grabbed your hand and moved them away from his chest as he leaned down to leave a trail of kisses down your body. You shuddered when his mouth found the sweet spot on your neck. He swiftly removed your bra, leaving only in your lacy panties. “You are so beautiful.” He murmured as he took in your naked form.

There wasn't a single part of your body that he didn't touch. His hands travelled all over your body, squeezing and pinching your skin as they moved until finally stopped on your breasts, kneading and massaging them.

“Jay-” you moaned as he continued to nibble at your sensitive skin. His mouth left your neck before latching onto your right nipple, his tongue flicking the bud making you cry out his name. “Oh fuck,” you whimpered as his fingers worked on your other nipple. You could feel him smirking before his mouth released you from its assault, pressing a kiss on the valley of your chest before moving south.

“Fuck baby, you're so wet. Where's your self control?” Jensen grunted when his hand brushed your damp panties before making a quick job of pulling them off you. He left kisses along the inside of both your thighs before you felt his hot breath fanning against where you needed him the most. He pressed a kiss on your aching pussy as you moaned for the hundredth time that night.

“Mhm, you always taste so good.” He growled against your pussy, the vibration of his voice making you shiver in anticipation. He started licking your clit slowly but then he picked up his pace as his tongue worked overtime. Your hands moved downwards, your fingers entangling with his hair. Jensen’s scruff scratched against your thigh, giving you a sweet, burning sensation which you knew would stay as a reminder of his unholy ministrations. His mouth and tongue continued to give you pleasure as the latter went in deep, hungrily eating you out.

“Fuck Jensen!” You exclaimed when you felt the pressure build up. You pulled at his scalp, making him groan against your pussy before he put a finger in you, at which you whimpered. He pumped in twice before adding another, successfully stretching you open.

“Shit!” Your back arched with pleasure as his fingers curled inside you, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. The coil inside you tightened as he kept pumping his fingers.

“Fuck! Fuck Jay!” You mewled as you came on his fingers. He pulled out his fingers, licking them clean, while you tried to steady your breathing. Giving you a quick kiss, he pulled down his pants along with his boxers, his hardened length making you lick your lips at the sight. He took his cock and ran his hand up and down the shaft, the tip of his cock beaded with precum.

“Jensen.” You croaked.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” His deep voice growled as he sat there in all his naked glory.

“I-hm, I want you inside me.” Jensen quickly obliged as he lined himself with your entrance. Your mouth both sucked in a breath when he slipped his cock into you.

“You need to move.” He almost pulled out, leaving only his tip inside you before pushing all of him back in again. You buckled up your hips to match with his thrusts, making him groan. Your pussy clenched around him as the knot in your stomach tightened once again.

“Fuck Y/N!” He growled as his thrusts started to become sloppy.

“I am gonna-Jay!” your back arched as the coil in your stomach snapped and you felt yourself coming undone for the second time that night. Jensen thrusted a few more times before he spilled his seed inside you, coating your walls. “Shit Y/N!” He panted as he dropped his head into the crook of your neck. Pressing his lips on yours, he pulled out of you and rolled over, both of you panting hard, as you came down from your high before he got up to get a piece of cloth to clean you both up.

You were lying in his arms, basking in the post-coital bliss, both of you still in an euphoric state when those fateful words were muttered. “I think I'm in love with you.” The sentence slipped out before you could have stopped yourself and that's when you felt him beside you stiffen up.

“I thought we agreed this thing to be no-strings attached.” He said, his voice hard as rock as he spat the words out, making you wince at the sheer intensity of disgust in those ten little words.

“I-I thought, I'm sorry. I know what I got myself into,” you scoffed, “How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?” You left the soft hotel bed, wrapping yourself with the white sheet to cover your modesty and self-respect or what was left of it.

“Where are you going?” Jensen asked as he watched you pick up the pieces of your clothing strewn about the room, putting them back on as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat.

‘Was that concern in his voice?’ You wondered but you decided not to voice your thoughts instead you retorted, “No-strings attached, remember? I am going back to my room.” And that was the last thing you said before you left hurriedly.

Closing the door behind you, you burst into tears. You almost ran back into your room because you didn't want to be seen by anyone and read some nasty headline on the celebrity gossip page the next day.

You didn't know how long you cried, lying there in your bed as you blamed yourself for completely messing up a good relationship. Wait, why were you even calling your arrangement a relationship?

That man didn't do relationships. How could you be so stupid to say those words to him? Maybe deep down inside, you had hoped that Jensen felt the same about you but after tonight all your hopes had been turned to dust. You laid motionless in your bed with tears streaming down your cheeks until two short knocks on your door interrupted your pity party.

A sense of fear seeped into you. Did someone see you in the hallway? You wondered. Gathering up a bit of courage you opened the door to find the man you least expected to show up on the other side.

“Wha-” Jensen barged into the room, closing the door behind him.

“Sarah, my last girlfriend she-I loved her, God did I love her but she took advantage and stabbed me in the back, left me there in the pool of my own blood.” He let out a shaky breath.

You still remembered that night in the trailer clearly. You and Jensen were still getting to know each other and you had never seen him have a breakdown like that. Sarah had used Jensen's name to get further in the industry and used his money but then she had owned up to never loving him and cheating on him with another man. Thomas was sick so Jared had to leave immediately while you had stayed with him that night in the trailer because you knew if you left him alone, he would have drowned himself in alcohol.

“I swore off dating, then you came along. After our first night in my Vancouver apartment, I didn't want to let you go. You were also healing from your last breakup and we both needed something to release the tension so I asked you to be my friend with benefits.”

“Jay-”

“Let me complete because I owe you an explanation and I'm here to give you one. All this time I was thinking that my feelings towards you were not romantic because I was scared to fall in love again until tonight when I watched you storm out of my room. I realised that I was lying to everyone including myself and I don't think I can live with that. ” You searched his face to find any sort of pity or a lie but all you saw were eyes filled with adoration for you. “Now I know I'm an idiot and I have royally fucked everything up but I think I'm ready to take a leap and I don’t want anyone but you by my side.”

You didn't even know when you had started crying. Jensen came closer to you, cupping your face, he whispered, “I want you, all strings attached.”

“Am I really the person you want?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” A look of confusion descended on his face.

“Okay. I can give us a chance but I need you to be all in. I want you with all your strings attached as well.” You said, your lips curling up to form a soft smile.

“I am all in.” He said and leaned in, capturing your lips with his. Your one hand moved to the back of his neck and another gripped his bicep to ground yourself. It was a soft kiss filled with love and new promises.

“I do have one condition.” You said after breaking the kiss.

“I agree.” Jensen said, pecking your lips.

“You didn't even hear it.”

“I don't have to. I agree with it.” He smiled.

“Well then, no sex for one month.” You smirked as you Jensen's mouth fell open.

“One month?”

“You already agreed to it.” You giggled when he pouted at you. “Oh don't make that face. You have two hands, use them.”

“What about kissing?”

“I think I can allow kissing.” You chuckled making him sigh in relief.

“I love you and I'm a dumbass for not realising it before.” Your heart swelled in your chest as you heard him say those words back. “And I think Jared is going to earn some betting money in the morning when we walk into the room hand in hand.”

“We are telling everyone about us? So no secret meetings?”

“No secret meetings. I will shout it from the rooftops that you're mine because like I told you, I want you with all the strings attached.”

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[cavalierious-whim]

Felix sneaks into Sylvain's dorm for a nap because he misses him. Then he sees the shirt. Part 4 of 'Something, Something, Fate'.

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Felix hates how utterly predictable he’s become, pining for Sylvain literally every moment of his goddamned life.

Sylvain isn’t even far away; he’s just down the street taking a final. He’ll be back later on after his test. Still. It isn’t soon enough, not for a man who feels so heavily burdened by want. It’s like Felix is in a constant state of need, like he has to get his hands on Sylvain whenever he can.

His dreams have, truly, suffered.

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder,” said Annette to him when he complained a few days back.

Fuck that nonsense, thought Felix, which is probably why he’s always the first to cave when they get busy like this. It turns out that Sylvain has surprising restraint when it comes down to it.

Felix has a key to Sylvain’s dorm. Uses it way more than he’d like to admit, sneaking in and under the covers to nap until Sylvain shows up tired and sleepy enough to join him. Those days are nice, the best, really. Lazy ones where all they do is cuddle with wandering hands and watch Netflix on Sylvain’s ancient television, the one where one-third of the LEDs are burnt out.

It hangs crookedly on the wall because Sylvain’s useless at being a handyman.

Felix sighs as he shucks off his jeans and falls into the mattress, a twin size that’s too small for the both of them. It kind of makes Felix love it more, not that he’d ever admit to it. There’s a lot that he refuses to publicly acknowledge, like how Sylvain’s entirely rebranded him inside and out, practically forged him anew.

Annette says that Felix has been kinder as of late, which he hates on principle. “Softer,” she’d said to him awhile back. “It’s nice, Felix. Seeing you happy.”

And he is happy, a strange little wonder that Felix never thought he’d experience again. He’d come to University to fence, get away from his father, and forget about his brother. He’d found something else entirely.

No complaints. Never , complaints. As dumb as Sylvain can be for someone so smart, Felix wouldn’t trade him for the world, because if he did, then Felix’s world would be gone.

“Ugh,” he murmurs, settling against Sylvain’s pillow, hating how simple he gets when it comes to just the thought of the man. His heart all soft and all mushy, the tell-tale lump that forms in his throat. This is why Felix never went looking for love; love turns people into dumb hormonal messes who can barely function. Like right now.

In the end, Felix loves it. How he gets lost in Sylvain, physically and emotionally, the way they can be so utterly connected through something as simple as feelings and want. And touch.

The bed smells like Sylvain and it calms Felix, lulls him into a soft moment of peace and relaxation. Felix hasn’t had much lately, with finals and tournaments. He and Sylvain spend what time they can together but--

Well, there’s a reason he’s snuck into Sylvain’s dorm and bedsheets. Felix fucking misses him. Misses Sylvain’s dumb puns and ill-timed innuendo. The way that his fingers comb through his hair and scratch at his scalp when they lay like bumps on a log in the sheets, watching reruns of Masterchef.

Felix sighs in dreamlike bliss, having softened around the edges as he sinks into the mattress.

And then he sees the shirt.

It’s an unassuming thing, a simple long-sleeved button-down, crumpled up and tossed to the corner. Sylvain wore it the other day for a formal function and then likely threw it aside, forgetting all about it.

Felix reaches out and pulls it closer, pressing his face into the soft cotton fabric. It’s lightly worn and rumpled. Smells like Sylvain, and the ridiculous pine and sandalwood soap he uses. Felix can get lost in it, eyes slipping closed as he breathes in.

He’s a fool for how he pines, but a welcome fool, he supposes. There are far worse things to be addicted to, like training until his hamstrings fall off. This is a far better alternative.

Felix sits up for a moment to pull his shirt off. Then he pulls Sylvain’s on. He’s swimming in it, the sleeve cuffs falling past his fingertips and the hemline near his thighs. Surrounded by Sylvain’s scent, practically drowning in it.

It has an immediate effect, Felix’s cock twitching with interest. He can’t find it within himself to be annoyed; he’s far too antsy and it’s been several days since they’ve seen each other proper.

Felix is practically starving. So, he lays back into the mattress, settling into the blanket, and thinks of Sylvain.

This shirt is a good cut that hugs Sylvain’s form nicely. Felix remembers well-- he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of him. Some dumb function for something aerospace-related. Sylvain had to go for department appearances, being the premier student on their scholarship.

And Felix had gone as his date. Spent the entire night watching him and the way that the shirt stretched tightly over Sylvain’s chest. His damn pecs, and how Sylvain always leaves the top few buttons undone to show off his collarbone.

Felix’s weakness, truly. The swell of muscle and the dusting of chest hair. How he likes to sweep his hand across the smooth and defined ridges of Sylvain’s front. His hand slips down and between his legs, squeezing at his clothed cock.

He should’ve taken off his briefs earlier, should’ve slid into Sylvain’s bed butt-naked as a nice surprise but--

Well, Felix hadn’t thought that far.

Too late now, thinks Felix, his fingers ghosting along the tented edge of his dick. He sweeps his hand along his length, groaning softly. He shouldn’t do this. Sylvain will be home before he knows it, tired and wasted from his finals.

He thinks about waiting for Sylvain instead for about a moment. Forgets the idea nearly immediately because he’s too horny, and the shirt just smells too damn good.

Felix can make it work if he tries his damndest. He can be a fairly quick shot when he’s hot and bothered enough, much to his embarrassment. But, he’s got a short refractory period, something that haunts Felix’s dirtiest dreams. And Sylvain’s dreams too, if his complaints were to be believed.

So, the plan is simple: jerk himself off in record time, and then have a second go when Sylvain comes home. Sylvain’s a simple enough man; he finds Felix irresistible when he’s up to his neck in fencing gear. Half-naked in his bed and wearing his shirt will probably murder him.

It’s an idea that spurs Felix on, the way that Sylvain looks at him when Felix is in his bed, eyes half-lidded as he bites at his lip. There are few things better in the world. Like Sylvain’s mouth wrapped around his cock instead.

“Later,” murmurs Felix, hooking his thumbs into his briefs and yanking them down. He leaves them hooked around an ankle, too impatient to properly kick them off.

The air in the room is cool, but his hand is hot around his cock, his fingers calloused. He’s gotten used to the way that Sylvain touches him with his smooth and devout touch. How Sylvain whispers dirty things into his ear before biting at the soft skin of it.

Felix’s dick is already leaking pathetically, dribbling precome across his palm. Felix shoves his face into the collar of Sylvain’s shirt, whining into the cotton.

It isn’t enough. Never is. No amount of practiced strokes along his length can hold a candle to the way Sylvain touches him. Or the way that Felix imagines he’s there, pressed against his back, Sylvain rutting his cock between his thighs.

“Pathetic,” says Felix as he lets go of his cock and rummages around the bed. Sylvain’s dorm has a plethora of lube stashed around-- it takes seconds to find a half-empty bottle that will suffice.

Felix slicks up his fingers, looking at them severely. “Goddess, this is really what I’ve become,” he sighs, mildly annoyed by his inability to maintain a calm composure. It used to be so easy. Felix turns over before he can stop himself, pressing his chest into the soft covers of Sylvain’s bed. Hikes up the shirt to his waist before reaching behind him and--

Sylvain walks into his dorm room, the door clicking shut quietly behind him. Doesn’t see Felix as he drops his bag to the ground. Sylvain runs a hand through his hair, scratching at his scalp before turning to his bed.

And then he sees Felix who’s prostrated on all fours, fingers slick with lube, just pressed against his hole.

“This isn’t what it looks like,” says Felix, voice slightly muffled from where his head’s turned to the side.

Sylvain’s mouth falls open as he stares. Then he regains his composure, crossing the room to kneel on the edge of the mattress. “It better be what it looks like,” he says, smoothing a hand over the soft curve of Felix’s asscheek.

Felix groans, burying his face into the blanket. He’s embarrassed, so fucking embarrassed, but it’s hard to think about it with Sylvain thumbing gently over the dip of his back, massaging the skin there.

He moves to pull his hand away, but Sylvain grabs his wrist and holds it there. “Don’t stop on my account,” he says.

Felix gawks, he can’t help it. “What?”

Sylvain looks back at him, his face endearing, but there’s an undercurrent of want there in the way that his eyes sparkle back, and how he licks his lips before answering. “You’re in my bed, Felix, touching yourself. And--” he pauses, pulling at the cotton of the oversized shirt wrapped around Felix’s frame. “Is this my shirt?”

“Yes, you idiot,” says Felix. “It certainly wasn’t the plan, I assure you. I only wanted a nap.”

Sylvain hums at that. “And what, you saw this and put it on? Thought of me and couldn’t stop yourself?”

Felix can’t refute it and feels the way that his cheeks turn pink.

“I want to watch,” says Sylvain, letting go of Felix’s wrist and turning his attention back to his ass. He squeezes at the taut muscle there before pulling apart Felix’s cheeks to look. “Want to see what you do when you’re thinking of me.”

Felix’s breath hitches at Sylvain’s tone; his voice is low and the words are fevered. Sylvain looks at him like a man ravenous. Because they both are, effectively. Touch-starved and nearly dying, bad enough for Felix to actually try and masturbate in Sylvain’s room.

But, two can play that game.

“Only if you do the same,” says Felix coolly, turning slightly to see Sylvain better. The angle is terrible and it hurts his back, but it’s worth it, to see Sylvain swallow around the lump in his throat. “Sit back in that chair and jerk yourself off to the sight of me.”

“Felix--”

“It’s only fair, I think,” says Felix. He pulls his hand back again to slick it up once more because the lube’s gone dry and tacky.

Sylvain doesn’t even hesitate. He leans forward to press a kiss against Felix’s asscheek, gets off the bed to drop his trousers, and then settles into the tiny computer chair. Sylvain rolls it into a better position, one where Felix can see him properly and he can still watch the show.

Felix’s gaze drops straight to Sylvain’s briefs. Watches the way that Sylvain casually squeezes his half-hard cock through the fabric.

It isn’t so much that he’s embarrassed to touch himself in front of Sylvain-- Goddess knows he’s done that enough. Impatient when it comes to figuring out what he likes in bed, eager to show Sylvain so he can wreck him thoroughly. Sylvain learns quickly when he’s shown exactly what to do.

It’s the idea that he was caught doing it alone that’s so awkward, that Sylvain walked in on him nearly fingers deep in his ass. Felix huffs slightly at the thought, as he circles his hole with a finger, spreading the lube around.

Too late to go back now. He’s already bargained with Sylvain, struck a deal that’s sure to please them both at least, turning a troublesome situation around. Hopefully.

And really, Sylvain looks so good, tucked into his chair, hand resting gently over the swell of his cock where it tents his briefs. Felix licks his lips and presses a finger into himself, sighing softly at the gentle sting.

He’s gotten used to it, enjoys it even. He’d enjoy it more were it Sylvain, of course. His fingers are smoother, larger, and longer. He can reach places that Felix can only dream of. And then, of course, there’s Sylvain’s cock. Pristine perfection, already hard and heavy at the mere sight of him.

Sometimes Felix wonders what he did in a past life to warrant such perfection in this age. The idea that he can call Sylvain his own, that he’s been blessed with someone that should be so far out of his reach. And the idea that Sylvain wants for him so deeply--

Well, he’s still getting used to it.

The stroke of his finger is a simple back-and-forth thing as he pulls at his rim gently, just enough to moan quietly. Sylvain watches, clutching the tip of his cock through his briefs as his other hand digs into the skin of his thigh.

Felix huffs at that. “You aren’t naked enough,” he says, a common complaint in their bedroom.

“Okay, okay,” says Sylvain with a soft chuckle. He raises his hips just enough to slide his smalls right off. Then his hand finds his dick proper, stroking it to full hardness.

Felix’s mouth goes dry at the sight, watching as Sylvain smoothes precome across the tip with his thumb. Then Sylvain decides it isn’t enough and spits into his hand instead to stroke at his cock lazily.

Sylvain’s cock needs to be in him sooner than later, thinks Felix as he pulls out his finger to press back in with two. It’s a tighter fit, his hole squeezing around them, but Felix works as methodically as he can.

Harder to do so than he’d initially thought because watching Sylvain touch himself is proving to be very distracting. Listening to Sylvain’s soft little moans as his gaze remains wholly trained on Felix and his ass, his eyes half-lidded as he bites at his lip.

“Dammit,” murmurs Felix, sighing into the blanket. Sylvain’s gaze, the soft cotton of his shirt against Felix’s skin and how the hem settles around his waist, being surrounded by the scent of sandalwood and pine in his bed-- Felix fucks into himself faster, spreading his fingers to stretch his hole wider.

A liquid moan bubbles up from his throat as his fingers brush his prostate, the touch electric as his sparks through his veins.

Sylvain notices, his mouth spreading wide into a smile. “Is it good?” he asks simply, his voice like honeyed wine. “Is that the right spot?”

“Fuck you,” says Felix, but it dissolves into a pitiful sound as his fingers press back in, hitting the same spot. “Goddess--”

Sylvain moves, the insufferable bastard that he is. The mattress dips under his weight as he kneels on the corner of it, his hands immediately grabbing at Felix’s ass. Spreads Felix wide for a better look, and Felix’s hand stops.

“No,” says Sylvain, “don’t stop.”

“Sylvain--”

“Look at you.” Sylvain smoothes at the skin there, his thumb near where Felix’s fingers are knuckles deep in his own ass. “God, just the sight of you like this, it’s enough to end me. Show me more.”

That’s a new request. Usually, this kind of thing is only to show Sylvain what Felix wants and exactly how to give it to him. Sylvain’s often impatient as well, taking over when he can’t help it anymore. It’s what Felix expected this time around.

But this time, Sylvain shows no hint of hurry, sitting back as he just watches. His cock’s been left abandoned, hard and aching against his thigh, but he shows no sign of touching it. For now.

Felix gives in, scissoring his fingers wide to spread his hole. In and out as he presses them deeply. “The lube,” says Felix breathlessly. Sylvain grabs it to dribble more onto his ass. Uses his thumb to spread it around, sweeping the touch around Felix’s fingers and then down to the smooth expanse of skin above his balls to massage there.

“Shit.” Felix wants more, despite already being slightly overwhelmed. Pulls his fingers out to slick them back up in a fresh layer of the lube. Presses in one finger, then a second, and then a third, something that Sylvain’s never seen him do because Felix has never been that desperate.

In front of Sylvain, at least. Alone in his bed? Sure. But, here and now, Felix can’t help it, spurred on by Sylvain’s soft words whispered against him, and the soft touch of his hands. One pulling at Felix’s asscheek to stare, the other cradling his balls gently.

“Goddess,” curses Sylvain, watching Felix as he thrusts his fingers in and out of himself, relishing in the delicious stretch of his hole. “You--”

Sylvain doesn’t finish his sentence, the hand that’d been holding Felix’s sac dropping to grip at his cock instead. It’s hard and leaking, nearly purple at the tip because it’s been left alone for too long. Felix nearly wrenches his neck to watch as Sylvain strokes his dick, his shoulder burning with the strain of fucking himself on his fingers.

“This is what it’s like,” says Felix, “when I’m alone and lonely, trying to remember what your cock feels like. Tucked into your shirt, hot and bothered, fucking myself on my fingers like they might be enough.”

They never are.

Sylvain moves then, kneeling on the bed properly behind Felix. Grabs him by the ass as Felix removes his fingers. He immediately regrets the loss, but not the look on Sylvain’s face, the way that his throat bobs as his mouth falls open.

He thumbs at Felix’s rim. “For fuck’s sake, Felix,” he murmurs, slipping his thumb in as if to test Felix’s handiwork. Felix presses back against his hand, making his need as apparent as possible without outright begging.

Not that he’s above it.

Sylvain takes pity on him though, lining up his cock quickly and without requesting anything in return. “You ready?” asks Sylvain, smoothing a hand across the small of Felix’s back, rucking up the shirt he wears.

“Yesterday,” says Felix, raising his hips slightly. “Last fucking week.”

There’s nothing quite like Sylvain’s cock, thick and heavy as it slides home. Blazingly hot as it fills Felix to the brim. Felix keens, his voice muffled by the sheets as his back arches. Sylvain’s careful as he presses in, despite the preparation. Always reverent in the way that he touches Felix; the way that he holds him gently, the slow glide of his cock as he lets Felix adjust.

It’s too kind most of the time, offset by the way that Sylvain moans when he’s settled deep in Felix’s ass, thighs trembling with strain. “Fuck,” murmurs Sylvain as he leans over, pressing his forehead against the nape of Felix’s neck. He presses a kiss there as he tries to ground himself.

Felix has other plans, of course. “Too slow,” he says, lifting his hips to grind back against him. It’s been too long and he’s too horny for Sylvain to be so loving in a moment like this. Later, thinks Felix. Later, when they’re laying in bed, blissed out by the afterglow in their lovemaking; that’s when Sylvain can be as tender as he wants.

And maybe Felix will be too.

Sylvain lets out a punched groan, his fingers tightening around Felix’s hips, nails digging into the skin there. Sylvain might leave little bruises, soft imprints of his worship. Felix doesn’t hate the idea.

“Felix,” warns Sylvain, his voice a little bit tinny, pitched high. “I definitely won’t last if you do that.”

“Don’t care,” says Felix, rolling his hips forwards and then snapping them back. He’s on all fours, chest pressed to the bed so it isn’t the easiest, but he makes it work. Felix can feel the way that Sylvain’s dick twitches inside of him, responding eagerly to his efforts.

Sylvain gets the hint. Leans back slightly as he anchors his hold on Felix’s waist before pulling out and thrusting right back in. Hits the perfect spot with practiced ease, and Felix sees stars, moaning into the covers.

They set a steady rhythm; Sylvain fucks into him with moderate thrusts that pack power, and Felix grinds back against him, eager to get as much fiction as possible. The angle is perfect. Felix watches Sylvain from where his head’s turned to the side in the sheets; watches as Sylvain stares at how his cock slips in and out of him effortlessly.

The pressure coils deep in Felix’s gut. One hand tightens against the bedsheets as the other tightens in the collar of Sylvain’s shirt. Felix brings it closer to his face, pressing it near his nose to breathe in the scent of Sylvian’s soap. Almost perfection. Divine, really. Makes Felix think there might actually be a higher power.

“Goddess, I’ve missed this,” says Sylvain, “How you’re so perfect for me.” Polished words of praise that compliment the way that Sylvain fucks into him.

Felix whimpers slightly at them, at the way that Sylvain’s cock fills him so well, over and over again. Sweat-slicked skin, Sylvain’s hands on his ass as he spreads his cheeks wide to look, the way he thumbs around where they’re connected-- it’s nearly too much.

And still not enough.

Felix licks his hand and grabs at his cock. Jerks it roughly enough in a way that makes him clench tightly around Sylvain. The resulting moan is the stuff of dreams, the kind of thing that Felix imagines when he tips over the edge.

Sylvain does first. He fucks into Felix with deep, punctuated strokes right into the perfect spot, and the moment that Felix tightens as he touches himself, Sylvain comes. Fills him up, his hips flesh with Felix’s ass, his cock as pressed deep as it can go.

“Sylvain,” says Felix in a terse and frustrated whisper, moaning as he strokes himself furiously. The heat in his gut coils tighter and tighter, but he’s just not there yet. Close, so close, but--

Another hand joins his own, warm and wide as Sylvain bats Felix’s hand away. Sylvain leans forward, mouth near Felix’s ear. “Come on, darling,” says Sylvain, his voice low and lost to passion. His hand slides over Felix’s cock perfectly, palming over the tip.

Felix fucks into the grip, hips moving as he tries to get more. Sylvain chuckles against his neck before biting at the skin there softly. “You’re close,” he says. “I can feel it, the way you’re so tight around me.”

Of all the times for dirty talk. But it’s working. Sylvain lavishes praise in the form of words and the way that his hand is wrapped tightly around Felix’s length. He can lose himself in how Sylvain sounds so debauched, at how badly he wants Felix to come.

Still, Felix has a front to uphold. “Idiot,” he says, but it comes out more like a cursed cry, his voice keening right as Sylvain slides his cock out of his ass and slips two fingers back in instead. “Oh, oh-- Fuck--”

Sylvain’s so good with his fingers and the way that he fucks Felix with them. How he’s draped across his back, one hand on Felix’s cock and the other knuckles deep in his ass. “You took three earlier,” whispers Sylvain against his skin. “Think you can do it again?”

Three fingers aren’t nearly as big as Sylvain’s cock, but the idea of it is no less dirty, and Felix clamps tight at the thought. Sylvain slides a third finger into him, the way eased by his come. It’s salacious in the most carnal of ways, thinks Felix, and he can’t help the way that he ruts against Sylvain’s touch desperately.

He comes right after that, lost entirely to the feel of it, face red and ruddy, and slightly tear-stained as he presses it into the sheets. He lets out a string of curses when that tight coil of pleasure snaps, and Sylvain soothes him through his orgasm by praising him right through it.

Felix is left loose-legged and boneless in the aftermath. “I’m not moving,” he says, surrendering to the mattress. He’s hot and sweaty, entirely fucked out, and the shirt’s nearly too hot. Felix doesn’t give a shit. Sylvain cleans him up without complaint and then settles into the tiny twin bed beside him.

They rearrange themselves the best they can in the cramped space. Sylvain never even took his shirt off, the fabric soft underneath Felix’s cheek. He sighs content, sinking into the feel of what he’s really missed-- Sylvain by his side.

“What was that all about?” asks Sylvain, combing through Felix’s matted hair.

“Must it be about something?”

Sylvain pauses, no doubt trying to find a delicate way to say whatever he’s about it. “I don’t normally come home to find you masturbating in my bed.”

Felix scowls. “It wasn’t-- it wasn’t about something.” Felix lets loose a long breath. “I just… I missed you. And you were right, you insufferable asshole. I saw your shirt and put it on, and it only made it worse.”

Sylvain laughs, a deep rumble spreading underneath Felix’s ear. It lulls him slightly as sleep slowly tugs at him.

“I honestly, only meant to take a nap,” says Felix quietly. “I was planning on fucking you later.”

A soft kiss is pressed against Felix’s forehead, Sylvain’s lips lingering. “I love you,” he says. “Nearly as much as I love you wearing my clothing. That’s what did it for me, you know. The sight of you hot and bothered in my shirt.”

Felix grunts at that, not even bothering with a response. Sylvain’s mostly joking, of course. Felix finds that he doesn’t care. Instead, he just takes comfort in the fact that he’s been utterly smothered by the presence of Sylvain.

Perfect way to end the night, really.

[buffcontrol]

NEW STORY: Lust for an Idol 

(inanimate transformation, domination, brainless, feet) 

When you’re an idol in one of the most popular Kpop groups on Earth, finding pussy isn’t a problem. Shownu’s problem was having too much of it. After every concert and meet and greet, women were throwing themselves at his body. He couldn’t blame them -- a strict workout regimen and harsh diet gave him a physique to die for. With a supple musculature lining his already broad and masculine features, Shownu found women begging for his cock without so much as having to blink. 

And it got boring. Women were always the same, he thought. They sucked him off for awhile, let him pound it in missionary and then got clingy, begging over Line to meet up again. What he really wanted was someone to worship his body and appreciate his strength. Do what he told them to do. He knew he was a powerful beast of a man, and he wanted someone who recognized that. 

After years on the idol scene, he knew women were never going to provide what he wanted so bad. It was when a foreigner in the audience met him after a show that things started to change. 

The white, skinny American was as red as sunset as he shook Shownu’s meaty hands.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” the boy stuttered. “I’m-- I’m a big fan.”

As the boy awkwardly laughed, Shownu tightened his grip on the tiny little fingers. He flashed his signature grin and watched as the boy melted in his palms. Almost literally: a supreme surge of heat flushed through his skin as he got more embarrassed. Right away, Shownu knew that this kid was gay. 

He used his best English to ask him, “I am your favorite, member, right?”

The boy trembled even more. “Of course!”

“Why do you like me?”

“Well, I... I just...”

And Shownu leaned close to the twink’s ear, murmuring, “It’s because you like my body, don’t you? You like all my muscles?”

The kid was so taken aback he could barely reply. He only nodded as vigorously as he could, bright red and quivering in shock. Shownu felt a flood of arousal at the reaction he produced in this lonely, gay little loser.

“Well, if you like my body so much, come to my place tonight at 11 and prove it,” he said. He wrote down his hotel room number on the back of the picture he had signed, winking and slapping the kid hard on the shoulder as he turned to the next desperate fan.

And as expected, right at eleven o'clock the kid showed up. When Shownu opened the door, he almost laughed at the twink's inferior frame. He was totally dwarfed beneath his massive shadow. Not unattractive, but totally unremarkable. And so skinny. His arms were as thick as twigs and Shownu's forearms alone nearly outsized the boy's waist. Pathetic, he thought. 

He pointed into the hotel room and watched the boy awkwardly shuffle in. Shownu immediately took him by the shoulders and seized him: "Tell me how much you like this body."

"You're so sexy," he said. Shownu could already feel the boy's minuscule, stiff dick press against his leg. "You're... you're so big."

"Yeah? Tell me what you like best."

The nervousness seemed to have melted off him. His lips unhinged as if he was going to drool and he moaned to Shownu, "Your chest, oh my god, your beautiful chest."

Shownu laughed at the desperation oozing off the boy in front of him. This was just the treatment he wanted -- pure, unadulterated admiration directed at him and him alone. He felt like a god, like he could do anything. And he chuckled as he realized, yes, he was a god. To this weak, pathetic little creature in front of him, he was a god. He could do whatever he wanted. 

So he removed the expensive Gucci shirt from his torso, button by button. As each button undid, the look in the boy's eyes only grew hungrier. Shownu didn't even know his name. He didn't care. All he cared about was the delirious look of desire in his eyes. Once the striped shirt fell to the hotel floor, the boy's eyes were incinerating with lust. Shownu grabbed him by the skull and forced it between his mighty pecs. 

The loose flesh engulfed the boy's face. Shownu couldn't see a single detail of his visage between the great mounds of meat hanging off his chest. He began flexing his soft pecs around the twink's cheekbones and nose, all the muscular tissue sliding around and enveloping every inch of the face. The boy only licked harder as he moaned and his hands flew to massage the exposed skin.

"You like that, huh?"

There was no way for the kid to annunciate any words with his tongue loosed from his mouth. Only a long, greedy moan.

"I bet you wish you could be hanging off these muscles forever, huh?"

"Oh yeah," he finally withdrew his face from Shownu's body, "I'd do anything for you."

Supplanting the space between his beautiful, hairless pecs with the boy's slender face once more, he felt even more like a god. It was his body, his looks, his muscles that had this nameless little creature reducing himself to nothing. Just a horny bitch for his body, willing to do anything. Totally submitted. He could do whatever he wanted to it. He was just a thing for him to use. The thought send a wave of pleasure through Shownu's dick as he pressed his pecs together against the little nothing's face. When he let go, he found a strange resistance: the kid's cheeks and tongues seemed stuck his chest.

He pushed back on the head but it wouldn't move, only trash against his pecs, desperate to lick and consume more of his muscle. "What... what the fuck?" 

Shownu tried to step away from the boy, but his whole body followed as he toppled onto the bed. Atop him, the twink's hungry tongue continued lapping at his chest. And his arms surrounded Shownu's burly, shoulders too. The kid was literally wrapped around him.

"What's going on? What the fu..."

The kid finally looked up from Shownu's chest. But only the top of his head could move, his tongue and chin remained sucked against the chest. Panic fluttered through his eyes as he tried to speak, tried to pull away, but the more he struggled the less motion he was capable of achieving. 

"Get off of me!" Shownu said. "Get the fuck off!"

He tried to pull the boy from his body, but felt only a soft, mesh response from his head. The bones seemed far less stiff, mushier. When Shownu tried to yank it away, the skin and hair only began to give as if it was all becoming something like fabric. And the boy's face was warping over Shownu's massive man tits, slowly losing its structure and form as it began to spread up and over the entirety of his pecs. The details of his face grew darker and softer as his mouth began to slowly lace together.

From that closing mouth, several fading words drifted away, "I'm yours... I'm...cumming... feel good... changing... am all... yours...”

Shownu noticed that the kid's dick along with his legs were slowly retracting towards his own torso. He was quickly losing all shape as any remaining skin took on the lacing strand of fabric and first constricted around Shownu's abs, then his chest and finally around his arms and shoulders. All at once, he could feel the presence of the boy wrapped around him and pressing into all of his muscles with an orgasmic heat. It was like Shownu could hear the boy's girly little voice as it floated somewhere through him, "huh... what is... what is this... can't stop... cumming... feels... so good..."

And Shownu could feel the boy lost in pleasure as the shirt constricted and pulsed against him, hugged his entire form. He’d turned into a shirt. A simple, tight, black shirt. This is how it should be, he thought, those who want to serve his body permanently should be able to like this. Maybe he really was a god, he wondered, maybe when someone really submitted to him they literally became one of his things. He didn't stop to think long about it, however, rubbing his wide hands up and down his ripped stomach as he felt the tightness of the shirt flex and react. The voice seemed to reverberate from his touch, "feels... so good to be a... what am I? Who am I...." 

But the more Shownu flexed his own biceps and chest against the tight fabric, the more he ran his fingers over its length,  he felt the voice disappear into a primordial, wordless orgasm. It seemed incapable of communicating much of anything beyond the extraordinary pleasure it felt and the simple fact that it was clothing now. 

Out of a cocky sort of curiosity, he couldn't help from wearing the shirt the next day to rehearsals, where he practiced with the rest of Monsta X for hours on their dancing. It was a grueling routine for their next single, and Shownu was ready to put the work in. For hours and hours with little breaks, he thrust his arms through the air and leapt, jumped, spun his body beneath the tight strain of his new shirt. His muscle tits bounced inside only to be restrained by the material of his clothes. All the while, he grew sweatier and sweatier, his body emanating a profound stench and dampness from the sheer effort. And the shirt drank it all up. When he listened in for its voice, he could only hear moans, "so.. good.. more... more... I'm shirt... more sweat, more muscle... just a shirt."

It seemed the boy had taken to becoming nothing more than his clothes. He existed now to bask against muscle, endless sweat and musk. Shownu had finally gotten what he wanted.

But he grew to want more. He was curious if he could reproduce the same effect somehow. And all the time wearing the shirt, letting his stench sink into deeper as it hugged his body had only made him hornier. 

Finding someone else was just as easy as he thought. Watching the crowd at his next live performance, he scanned the crowd for the faces of young men. There were a few Korean guys obviously dragged along by their girlfriends, but to his surprise near the front row was someone in his thirties. He was fit and stern-faced with rich, dark skin. And his eyes, they were cast on Shownu the entire time with a lustful glaze. Shownu knew he would be next -- he had to run once the encore was over to find the guy on his way out. This time he asked for some details of the man he might be transforming. He thought it would be hot to know someone's former life was like before he’d be reduced to serving him entirely.

"No, no way!" the guy stammered. Despite being a full grown man, he seemed almost girlishly excited to meet Shownu. Just as he thought. "I can't believe I get to meet you!"

"What's your name man?"

"Me? Oh, I'm... I'm Jordan!"

"Well Jordan," and he grabbed his junk, shaking it right at his next victim, "how'd you like to come and play with this tonight?"

Of course he would. And it wasn't long before the man once known as Jordan was on his knees begging to suck Shownu's cock. He jerked off in front of him, just enough to tease the dude and get him horny. His thick, veiny dick wagged in the man's face.

"Tell me how bad you want it. Tell me what you'd do to get close to my cock."

"I'll do anything!" 

So he did. He wrapped his thick lips around Shownu's dick and gave everything to it. Once again, Shownu could feel the desperation in the gay man's mouth as he furiously tongued his meat. He hadn't realized men really wanted to serve him so badly. Well, if he wants to serve me so badly, he thought...

And just as the man serving him as a shirt had, Jordan's handsome features began to stretch and contort toward Shownu's hips. But there was no resistance this time, no fear, only a strange, airy confusion as Jordan's body began to scrunch up and lighten. It snapped and hardened as the bones of his temples became grey and laced with lettering: they wrapped from Shownu's obliques and around the summit of his tight, round ass. Shownu could hear him -- "What is this? I've never felt anything... like this... before..." -- before his words grew less formulated and more carnal. It was like Jordan was being reduced to nothing but the isolated feeling of pure orgasmic service. Shownu's eyes closed in the extreme sensation of having a life force contort around his balls and cockhead.

The feeling was too much: he burst with semen straight into the face of Jordan as the eyes and nose flattened into a perfect cup for his cock. 

"Tastes... so good... more cum... more dick," he heard. "Must be... must be underwear! I must be underwear! Must support dick! Must hold up the cock!"

"That's right," Shownu said, patting the hardening stain of cum against his new underwear, "You're just my underwear now. Your job is to support me, lick up all the sweat, make me feel good."

"Make you feel good! I want... underwear! Briefs! Must! Make you feel! Good!"

Shownu got good use out of the new boxer briefs. And it wasn't long before he was adding to his collection. Within a week of tour dates, he picked up a new pair of shorts and even a pair of socks for his massive feet. Each of the men had willingly abandoned their existences and lives, their families, friends and their entire sense of selves, their consciousnesses and beings, to wrap themselves around his god body. The only new article of clothes that even put up a fight were his shoes: a lighting guy he had caught eyeing him backstage. It made Shownu so horny on the spot to be ogled by one of the crew, he demanded the little slut to lick his feet right then and there.

"What? No, no... I can't," he said.

"Oh yes you can. And you're gonna like it. Or I'll tell the whole group how much of a creepy perv you are."

And just as expected, the sight of Shownu's long, high-arched soles was enough to get the crew member hard and horny, lapping at his toes with the ferocity of a starving dog.

"I knew you'd like these," he said. "You like licking my feet, don't you?"

"I love it!"

"You're going to love your new life then."

The lighting guy's mouth began expanding, allowing for the whole breadth of Shownu's left foot to slip inside. It was warm and tight, trapping all the fumes of pent up sweat and musk as it fitted his fat toes. As the man's face began loosing with laces and splitting to form two wholes, he began to thrash and resist, trying to get away. "What are you," he choked, "doing to me!"

"Relax," Shownu said. "I know you like this." And he stretched his foot deeper into the softening form of his victim. "How about you tell me how much you like my feet."

As he furthered the span of his reach deeper into the man, he finally heard a relaxed moan come from him. "So... big..."

And it wasn't long before he was mindlessly repeating his satisfaction. The pleasure in Shownu was so immense in knowing this fact, he could only manage to keep one of his new slaves on at a time. Though he kept gathering new pieces, more and more men disappearing from their shows, his hunger never subsided. 

Finally, he wondered what it would be like to feel a whole outfit of men cumming over their existence as his clothes. He imagined what it would feel like, several souls pressing into his body as they lived out their purpose on Earth to support his toned form. That would make him a real god, he felt. He couldn't resist anymore, the pressure in his cock was too much as it pressed against another one of victims enshrined as Calvin Klein briefs. So he started with the socks: slipped them over his soles and relaxed as the presence of a turned man began to hum in his ear: "Surround feet. Surround toes. Drink sweat." That's it, Shownu thought. He sighed, feeling the otherworldly comfort seep through his bones. It was even more intense as he slipped on his Adidas all stars and slowly did the laces, feeling every pulse of orgasm with the fixture of the knot. Once the shorts were on, he was so dizzy with satisfaction it was almost too much. He could barely focus as he mindlessly pulled his final white shirt down over his abs.

He felt the reverberating pleasure of so many men at once it began to utterly fill his brain. "Yeah..." he muttered. "Haha... it's... so good!"

Dumb with horniness, he began lazily pawing at his junk through his pants. He was erect, thrusting mindlessly into his shorts. But even the locomotive act of masturbating was nearly beyond him. "Huh..." he said. Drool began spilling out of his mouth, the only thing capable of entering his mind unbridled pleasure. He failed to notice his clothes sinking into his skin, filling his muscles with blood and entering his body. They relinquished from them all the horny, satisfied nothingness of their existence, filling Shownu with it directly. All at once, he was possessed with the souls of every man he had taken, all so dumbed down with satisfaction and so blended with the egos of others, the only consciousness they could produce in Shownu was one of limitless, empty pleasure.

When the managers found Shownu several hours later, they were shocked at what they discovered. The idol's eyes were completely blank and his body was spilled out over the bed, lifelessly jerking off in a room rank with cum. "So horny," he laughed. "Haha... feels so good..."  

Shownu had gotten what he wanted after all.

[coffeecomicsgalore]

Unveiled Love

@smutember

Ao3

Chapter 6 – Swap!

“Come on, Marinette.” Adrien pleaded as he watched her gather her things. She was trying to mentally check off the items she needed for her overnight bag, but his needless pestering was throwing her off. This was the first time she was spending the night at Adrien’s flat since both the reveal and the start of their secret relationship, and she didn’t want to forget anything important.

With Adrien’s interim CEO position, he couldn’t just outright tell the world he was dating anyone. Plus, his father still had strict guidelines into his life until he handed his fashion throne over completely. The rules annoyed the fuck out of Marinette, but Adrien just shrugged over it. ‘Less invasive,’ he says. ‘No one will be none the wiser since we’ve been friends since collége and we can be together all the time like normal.’

It was true and she couldn’t argue with him over the added privacy. So behind closed doors, they were every bit of the gross intimate couple that liked to steel kisses every ten seconds and fuck like they were high school teenagers again.

They had to make up for all that lost time somehow.

She looked over to him and shot him that look as she walked into her bathroom to get her toothbrush.

“Please? You know we should have more practice with each other’s miraculous in case something happens. Ten years is a long time in this partnership and I have only used it three times. I don’t need to get rusty and you shouldn’t either, guardian.”

Marinette stopped as he finished stating his case. She crossed her arms and jutted her hip as she perked her brow.  

“But why would we take them off?”

“I don’t know. Reasons.”  

“You mean like if we were to take off our miraculous while we fuck like rabbits? I wonder why we would do that?” She added with a purr.

Tikki looked up from her spot on the desk with a wry smile. “Because if you forget to take your birth control and you’re wearing the earrings, you could... you know... have kittens!” She brought her paws up happily as she hovered into a summersault. Marinette and Adrien both stared at Tikki in horror. “What? I am the embodiment of creation.”

“Yeah, okay.” She pointed to Adrien. “Always pack a condom with you and I’ll never forget to take my birth control. Too much going on to have babies. Plus, even though we’ve known each other for ten years, we’ve only been together together for two weeks. Kids are the last thing on my mind.”

“I don’t know...” Adrien walked behind Marinette and wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling his nose into her hair. “Having kittens of our own sounds wonderful, don’t you think?”

Marinette reached up to card her fingers into his hair and turned her head slightly to kiss his cheek. “Listen. I’ve wanted to have kids longer than I can remember, especially if it means having them with you. That’s been my dream since the first day I met you. Marriage, three kids, a hamster, but I really want to know you truly and completely first. Like really know you. Inside and out.”

“But I’ve already been inside you, bug.”

“Not. Like. That!” She yelled as she tried to move away from his grasp.

Adrien chuckled as he let her go. “Okay, okay. You need to finish your courses first. But maybe one day.”

“One day. But right now? Nope.”

“Nope.” He echoed, sitting on the bed and rubbing his index finger against Plagg’s head.

Marinette folded the last article of clothing into her bag before relenting. “Alright, fine. We can switch Miraculous. How about tonight before patrol?”

Adrien tried to hold in his excitement by acting suave. “Sounds purrfect, milady.”

Marinette crossed her arms as she pouted. “I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?”

“Never! Plus, you always look adorable in leather. I think it suits you.”  

Marinette glared at him before grabbing her bag and slinging it over her shoulder. “Let’s go, kitty. We have patrol to get to.”

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“You know. You look seriously delicious in my suit, milady.” Mister Bug stated as she ran across the rooftops.  

“You mean my version of your kitty costume?” She purred as she extended her baton, allowing herself a three-meter advantage.

Mister Bug followed closely behind her, using his yo-yo to gain some speed.

“Hey, my kitty costume is feline-tastic, if I do say so myself.”

“You know, you don’t look so bad in spots yourself, bugaboy. I just think it’s hilarious that Tikki has the ab formation on this suit while your kitten one, does not.”

“Kitten?” He pouted as he watched her jump over to the next building. “I shall have you know, that I’m a full-fledged cat now.” He yelled out before wrapping his yo-yo against a neared balcony, rappelling himself to her stationary form.

Lady Noir extended her baton and leaned up against it as she waited for him to arrive. Once he did, she wiggled her brow and gave him a smirk.

“Sure, kitten. Whatever you say.”

“I believe you’re the kitten now.” Mister Bug retorted as he flicked her kitten ear.

Lady Noir straightened up and brought the baton back to her back. She sauntered over to him as she let out a sultry purr.  

“Then maybe this kitten needs to catch her prey.”

“Oh.” Mister Bug smirked, tilting his hips as he could feel the tension around them increase. “So we are going to play that little game now, huh?”

“Maybe?” She licked her fang, bringing her clawed fingers to his jawline. “I believe I have a toy that needs to be played.”

Lady Noir allowed her fingers to glide from his jaw, down to his chest, until it reached the noticeable bulge in his suit. She cupped it with her hand and he groaned at the touch, enjoying the feel of her fingers slightly ghosting the appendage with her fingertips.

“Milady...”

“Shh, milord. I promised I would worship your body once you worshiped mine.”

Mister Bug moaned in response, allowing her to have her way. She kissed his lips, caressing her fingers against his cheeks. He leaned his back against the balcony railing, hiding in the shadows under the night sky. He leaned down as she kissed him fervently, darting her tongue out and brushing the soft bud with the tense flesh. He opened his mouth and allowed her tongue to dance against his. She tilted her head and grasped onto his shoulders, kissing him deeply and passionately until they parted to breathe.

She kissed his neck, gliding her fingers down his shoulders until they reached his pecs.  

“Mmm. To have these underneath my fingertips...” she enunciated ‘these’ with a squeeze to his pecs, “...and these...” she rubbed her fingers over his abs, feeling the toned divots between each muscle, “...and can’t forget these...” she slid her hand over his hips until it reached the swell of his ass, squeezing the taut mass, “...can’t say that I’m disappointed in it one bit.”

She kissed his lips once more before kissing down his chest, kneeling down as she reached his hips. Placing tender kisses at the v of his hips, Mister Bug shuttered in response. Lady Noir smirked against his arousal, enjoying the slight swaying of his lips as he tried, and so desperately failing, to not buck his hips in her face.

She pinned his hips down with her hands, trying to hold him still. “Not yet, bugaboy. I want to worship your cock a little bit longer.”

Mister Bug nodded in response, biting his lip to keep himself from moaning out.

She rubbed her hands over his thighs, briskly touching his arousal with her thumbs as she moved upwards towards his hips. He tried to buck again, but she held him down firmly, finally brushing her lips against his bulge.

“You’re being so good, milord. Does the bug want to be pleased?”

“Yes, kitten. Please.”

Rubbing her hands up and over his thighs, she brushed one hand over his bulge before quickly clawing down his suit to reveal and releasing the throbbing cock from the confines of his suit.

“Fuck.” Mister Bug moaned out, feeling relieved over the action.

Lady Noir purred at the sight of his swollen cock, licking her parched lips as she grabbed the appendage with her hand. Slowly, she kissed the tip of his cock, relishing in the way it twitched in her palm. A little bit of precum dribbled from his slit and her eyes widened in excitement. She licked the seed from his length and moaned at the taste. Mister Bug groaned in response, his excitement over being taken care of like this turning him on further.

Lady Noir lifted the muscle and ran her tongue against the length, engulfing his cock with her warm mouth. She started off slow, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock and Mister Bug buried his hand into her hair.

She relished in his touch and she began to suck, bobbing her head back and forth in a steady speed.  

“Fuck.” He groaned again. He wrapped her braid around his palm then laid the palm against the back of her head.  

She let go of his cock with a wet pop, pumping him with her hand as she gave her jaw a break. She played with his balls, and Mister Bug bucked in response, starting to feel the coil begin the tighten in his lower belly.

Lady Noir wrapped her warm mouth around his cock once again, bringing him in deeper towards the back of her throat. When she couldn’t go further, she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, allowing him to feel both sensations at once.

He was feeling good, one hand on her shoulders as the other remained in her hair, and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck. Milady. I’m so- I'm so close.”

Lady Noir smiled against his cock and sucked harder, bobbing her head faster as her hand pumped harder. Her free hand was playing with his balls again, massaging the sac within her fingertips as he moaned out in delight.

She could feel the swell before the dam burst in her mouth, swallowing each and every stream as he bucked his hips.

He groaned and moaned, clenching her hair hard until he was utterly spent from his release. When his cock softened and all the cum sputtered out, Lady Noir pulled back and licked his cock clean. She leaned back on her haunches as she wiped her lips with her fingertips, her green eyes capturing his with delicious lust and love.

“That- fuck M. That was so fucking amazing.”

Lady Noir lifted herself up and pulled him down to her lips, allowing him to taste himself on her tongue.

“And you taste so damn delicious.” She replied when she pulled back.

Mister Bug hummed at her words. He was tired and wanted to go back to his apartment so he could love her tenderly, but he knew he needed to finish patrol first. Maybe he could entice her to finish patrol now so they could go home and finish what she started.

“I want to ravish you at home. On my bed.” He purred and she giggled in response.

Lady Noir tapped her fingertip against his nose and he crossed his eyes at the action. “Patrol first. Ravish later.”

Before he could say anything, she grabbed onto her baton and extended it, jumping over to the next rooftop. Mister Bug watched in awe as she vaulted away, leaving his cock exposed to the elements as he pouted in response. He dropped his transformation and gave Tikki a cookie in repentance.

“Sneaky kitten.” Adrien huffed out as he waited for his kwami to recharge before transforming back and rappelling his yo-yo out to catch her.

[theladylovingcrow]

The Most Beautiful Distraction (Sanny)

💋 SMUT 💋

Author (As known on Various sites): Lady Lover - Rockfic, luluthechoosingcrow- AO3, theladylovingcrow - Wattpad and Deviantart, @imacrowcawcaw - main Tumblr, @theladylovingcrow writing/art Tumblr, @insannywestan - Sanny shipping Tumblr, @sammy_bluebells - Instagram

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet

Pairing: Danny Wagner/Sam Kiszka (Sanny)

Length: about 3.7k

Warnings/Tags: tenderness, hurt/comfort, smut (French kissing, blow jobs, anal sex, riding, couch sex, slight D/S, dirty talking, tender sex with all of this thrown in)

Summary: ""Wanna ride you," Sam sighed, admission joining the swirl of colors in the air around them; burgundy kisses, blue touches, bright electric flashes of pain subdued by delicate green affection and care. Danny ached for him - the fiery burn in his stomach overcoming the duller waves from his burned hands."

Author's Notes: I practically have a personal cheerleader in @satans-helper and it's.... just so, so nice. Thank you, darling, for all of the incredible feedback, compliments, encouragement, and for being my friend. This is for you :) Also, I recommend her work so hard, it's amazing

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"No no no - stop it. The more you do with them the more it'll hurt, you know that," Sam scolded softly, taking Danny's bandaged hands in his and slowly removing the bottle of ointment from them.

Danny scowled and let Sam set the gel aside; he was a bit annoyed with Sam's diligent attentiveness to his injury. It was so sweet and endearing how much Sam cared for him - and he really, really appreciated it - but Danny couldn't stand being prevented from doing anything for himself, so he got cranky, sometimes.

"I'm sorry, I know you don't like it."

"I hate it. But, I guess I'm not really mad at you. I'm just so freaking frustrated! I can't do anything!"

"I know, I know, I hate it, too," Sam cooed, gently massaging his wrists and forearms where his skin was bared in between the linen wrappings. "I hate seeing you hurt, but you need to let it heal some more before you use your hands or it'll damage them more."

Danny nodded again and sighed, resting his head on Sam's shoulder. Sam held him close, petting his hair and shuffling further towards Danny on the couch.

After nearly five minutes of Danny sniffling quietly into his neck, Sam gently pushed him back on the couch cushions. He ignored Danny's confused expression and swung a leg over his, situating himself so that he was straddling Danny's lap.

Danny looked relieved. He loved to cuddle and hold onto Sam, they both knew it, but it was incredibly hard for him to ask for. Usually, he would grab at Sam's waist and pull him on top of himself, but currently.... Sam had taken it upon himself to fulfil that desire Danny wasn't able to verbalize, and he was grateful for that.

"Here, let me," Sam said, lifting up one of Danny's hands from his thighs and carefully unwrapping the bandage.

Danny hissed when the cloth was removed from his burned skin, small fibers snagging minutely before letting go. Sam apologized quietly and dropped the dirty bandage onto the floor.

"Sammy, gonna gave to clean that up. You know not to litter," Danny teased, looking up at Sam's concentrated face and trying to block out the pain.

"It's not litter in my own house, now try to hold still."

Danny clenched the muscles in his body, from his shoulders down to his toes, when Sam swiped the special disinfectant the doctor had given him over the damaged area.

His entire torso ached, even though the wounds were only on his hands and partially up his forearms. The accident - a grease fire while trying to cook up some Bratwurst and veggies for dinner - had happened a little over a week ago, in the Kiszka kitchen. Kelly and the twins had worked on putting it out while Karen immediately plunged his singed hands into cold water, Sam standing by, worried, trying to soothe Danny whilst panicking himself.

When the smoke had cleared, Danny's whimpering had told them that the burns were worse than they had hoped. Sam drove them to the hospital, one hand on Danny's knee the entire time. Danny wasn't sure how he had made it through the entire time without crying, but he figured that Sam's grounding touch, and the ice Kelly had wrapped around his hands, had helped a lot.

The doctor, once they had finally made it through the E.R. waitlist, had cleaned and treated the burns, given him some painkillers, and a prescription for some healing gel that he was supposed to put on twice a day after disinfecting with another cream. And, Danny wasn't allowed to use his hands for anything uneccesary - basically everything, including drumming, the doctor and Sam had both said - for three weeks.

Danny insisted that wiping himself was absolutely necessary, but, other than that, Sam was with him every second of the day to do *everything* else. He fed him, got him dressed, drove them around - though he already did that, generally - put on the record he wanted and even got in the bath with him every other day.

Sam unscrewed the bottle and swiped his fingers into it, getting a glob of healing gel. He smeared it over Danny's wounds, as gently as possible, making him sigh at the relieving cold and slight numbness from the low level steroids in it.

Sam finished treating one hand, bringing it up to his mouth and softly skimming his lips over Danny's burnt knuckles. He rewrapped it in clean bandages and picked up the other hand, going through the same process.

"There, all done. Looks like they're healing right on time," Sam said, looking pleased. It was because of his care - whether it occasionally annoyed Danny or not - that Danny's burns were finally going through the healing process.

"Thank you," Danny said quietly.

He used his forearms to put pressure on either side of Sam's waist, bringing him in closer. Sam smiled, chucking the medical supplies to the other end of the couch and going where Danny directed him; moving his hips forward until he was right above Danny's pelvis, arms around his neck, chests pressed together.

"Danny," Sam sighed, rolling his whole body in a languid rhythm, gauging his mate's interest. "How's your pain level?"

"Mmm, I could use a distraction."

Danny had his face buried in Sam's shoulder, speaking against his soft skin. He used his nose to nuzzle into Sam's neck at the base, pushing aside his shirt and running over the silky skin that was revealed.

Inhaling Sam's unique pine-weed-lavender-musk scent, Danny took a soft bite at his shoulder. He scraped his teeth over the fine bone of Sam's shoulder, nipping occasionally, then chose a spot near his bicep and increased his pressure, gently sinking his teeth into the skin and flesh. He suctioned his lips around the spot, bringing blood to the surface and increasing the pleasure-pain sensations, making Sam moan right above his ear.

Usually, when they did this -

those quiet moments when they found the time to be alone and the courage to be completely open - Danny's hands were all over Sam: stroking his hair, running over his lips, squeezing his ass, and reverently touching his skin. Now, he wasn't even able to unfurl his fists to really hold onto Sam, could only wrap his arms around his waist and let his hands dangle behind them.

Danny's fists clenched painfully, wanting so bad to grab at Sam, run his hands up and down his narrow body and over his rocking hips. Instead, he shoved his hips up, pressing his growing erection against Sam's ass, and decorated his neck with kisses and hickeys - feeling the textures of his skin with the nerve receptors in his lips rather than his fingertips.

Sam was moaning at the back of his throat, vibrations tantalizing against Danny's cheek. He clutched at the back of Danny's head, holding him close and threading his fingers through Danny's thick hair.

"Yes, love me. Focus on me, let me distract you. Let me love you," he sighed, rocking his covered cock into Danny's stomach.

Danny whined, closing his eyes and swiping his tongue over Sam's adam's apple, tasting his sweet sweat. He moved his hips faster, following Sam's rhythm, nerves alighting at the deliberate pressure Sam was putting on him with every downwards thrust of his pelvis.

"Wanna ride you," Sam sighed, admission joining the swirl of colors in the air around them; burgundy kisses, blue touches, bright electric flashes of pain subdued by delicate green affection and care. Danny ached for him - the fiery burn in his stomach overcoming the duller waves from his burned hands.

"Please, Sammy, want you to," he breathed, desperate and high in his throat.

Sam cupped his face, running his callused thumbs over Danny's cheekbones and pressing their lips together with passionate force. He kept the control, and Danny let him; Sam's tongue traced the inside of his mouth like he had built it himself and knew every part - no tentative exploring necessary.

Danny's dick lurched, loving Sam's dominance in the situation. He knew that everything he needed would be taken care of, and then some; his mate would guide them both to a more than satisfying release. And, the journey there - the building, dripping, undulating, passionate love making - would be sweeter than ever, because it was with Sam.

His best-friend-now-also-lover sighed Danny's name, throwing his head back, long hair tickling Danny's hands resting on his back. Sam kept their hips together, rhythm still going, but pulled his heaving torso away from Danny's wandering mouth. He reached down and gripped the hem of his shirt, slowly raising it over his head and tossing it aside.

Danny's mouth was immediately on Sam's chest, licking over the smooth skin and flicking his little brown nipples with his tongue. He moaned against Sam, trailing scalding kisses in between his pecs and down his abdomen, contorting his back to nuzzle into Sam's navel and the sparse hairs right below it.

Sam shuffled around a bit, getting his knees firmly planted on the couch either side of Danny and raising himself up, giving more access. Danny flicked his eyes up to Sam's face, grinning excitedly, and laved his tongue over Sam's sharp hip bones.

Keeping one hand in Danny's hair, Sam used the other to reach past the waistband of his pajama pants. He wrapped his fist around the hard flesh inside, bringing it out for Danny's mouth to love.

Love he did: suck and trace and lick and slobber and moan - Danny gave Sam the best he could, employing all of the tricks he had learned over the course of their physical relationship.

Sam groaned, long and low, when Danny carefully covered his teeth and worked his way down Sam's shaft, moving up and down, descending centimeter by centimeter until his nose nearly brushed Sam's pubes. He clenched the muscles in his ass tightly, trying hard not to thrust and choke his lover.

Danny pulled off with an obscene slurp. "You can move, it's okay. Just be slow," he gasped, throat rough and already going back in for more.

Sam nodded, whimpered, putting both hands on Danny's broad shoulders and thrusting his hips in shallow waves, easing into the rhythm Danny had going. He moved a bit faster when Danny pulsated his tongue along the vein under his cock, purposefully spurring Sam on through his actions.

"Ugnnn... Danny! Danny, baby, gotta stop. I wanna come while you fuck me."

Sam had to physically pry Danny away from his dick, much to his amusement. He knew that, once he was situated with all of that hard, impressive heat tucked up inside him, Danny would want to him cum that way, too. But he was distracted now, so enraptured with Sam that he was focusing solely on his pleasure.

"Seriously, dude, let go." Danny backed away, pouting like Sam had just yanked a treat from his mouth - he had, technically. "Wanna come *with* you, it'll be better for both of us to build it up."

Danny nodded, seeing the logic, and kissed at Sam's chest again. Sam ran his hands down Danny's arms to the edges of the bandages and back up again. He lowered himself back onto Danny's lap, grinding his exposed dick against the fabric covering Danny's hard stomach.

"Mmm, c'mon, let's get this off of you."

Sam raised the hem of Danny's tee shirt, helping him take it off like he had been every night - and some afternoons and mornings, like now, when the mood to admire him struck. Immediately, his hands were back to explore all of Danny's warm, tanned skin, fingernails lightly scratching shivery trails.

Suddenly, Danny bucked his hips extra hard, nearly knocking Sam off of him; he got the message. Sam stood up, quickly pulling his pants the rest of the way off, stopping only a few moments to let Danny look at him hungrily before he dived for his crotch.

Sam squeezed the erection trapped in Danny's leggings - gotten from the Macy's clearance section because his sister found a good deal - working his fingers around it's length and in between his thighs to tickle at Danny's balls.

"Please, baby," Danny groaned, spreading his legs wider and moving his hips in desperate circles, eyes heavy lidded as he watched Sam on his knees before him.

"Please, what? I'll take care of you, always, but I need to know what to do," Sam said, smirking.

Danny moaned again and raised his arms, then let them flop back down on the couch, burns and bandages rendering his hands useless.

After a few pitiful looks from Danny and some deliberate strokes from Sam, he finally whined, "Please take my cock out. Please, please ride me."

Sam grinned at him, pleased, and placed a kiss on his sweaty stomach, right above the elastic waistband. He yanked the leggings down in one quick move, with the help of Danny's raised butt off the couch.

"Lube, we need lube!" Danny said, looking almost frantic.

Sam reached over to the small pile of medical supplies a cushion away and came back with a bottle of premium sexual lubricant, waving it above his head with a little flourish.

"Did you plan this?" Danny laughed, raising a thick brow at Sam's smug expression.

"I figured you'd be in a lot of pain, and that you might want a distraction... are you saying I should have left it upstairs where I would have had to go get it?"

"No, no, it was a great plan. This is good- *so* good," Danny assured, throwing his head onto the back of the couch when Sam stroked him with a slick fist.

Sam gave him a few more pumps, squeezing his balls for good measure, then removed his hand from Danny's junk. He moved to straddle Danny again, generously lubing up two of his right-hand fingers and bringing them behind himself, leaning on Danny for support.

His best friend was gazing up at him, love and lust and happiness all swirling in his hazel eyes. Danny mirrored Sam's expression when he pressed his first finger inside of himself, mouth open and eyes fluttering at the sensation.

Sam worked his finger in all the way, concentrating on relaxing and enjoying the stretch, and the knowledge of what was to come. He pumped it in and out, then brought his hand back up for more lube before carefully working his second finger inside.

"I can't wait to ride you. I like to do this - and I know you like watching me - but having your dick inside of me is the best. Gonna make me cum so hard, baby."

Sam used his other hand to cup Danny's chin, bringing their mouths together in a fierce kiss. He bit at Danny's bottom lip, and Danny then sucked on his, wet tongues meeting again and again in the midst of a battle for dominance. Danny let Sam win, he knew, for it was what they both needed at the moment. Sam would take care of him, like he had promised. Always.

"I'm adding another. Ugh, so close, honey, gonna line you up and sit down; ride you until you cum inside me. Will you- cum in me?" Sam asked, hips bucking into air when his third finger brushed at his prostate.

He locked eyes with Danny as he pumped and stretched himself - though his mate had only the noises and Sam's face to discern what was happening back there - and found his soul staring right back at him. Danny surged forward to kiss him; frantic, nearly, all over his mouth and chin, down his neck, back up to his ear.

Danny squared his feet on the carpet, getting good grounding to rub himself all over Sam while his lover prepped himself over his lap. His dick nudged at Sam's balls, the base of his own cock, his thighs, building up a teasing friction to ready him for the main event.

Sam breathed out, slow and steady, as he added his pinky. Four fingers - in and out, spread and stretch, twist the wrist and get a shock of electric pleasure. He kissed Danny's temple, excited for what was coming - it was exhilarating whenever they got to be together, no matter how many times it happened.

"Are you ready, babe? I'm so ready for you," he sighed, removing his fingers.

"Yes, Sammy, yes," Danny hissed when he poured more lube onto his cock, slicking it all over.

Sam raised up on his knees again, reaching under himself to grab Danny and guide him back to his hole. He closed his eyes and moaned freely, always enjoying the first breach, when he got Danny in place and started sinking down.

Danny was panting, knowing by now to keep himself still as possible while Sam adjusted at his own pace. It was hard, though; Sam was so incredibly sexy on top of him, in charge, caring for the both of them and taking what he wanted.

They moaned as one when Sam got halfway down, pausing to breathe and grin at each other. Sam squeezed Danny's shoulder, leaning down to kiss him tenderly, and Danny wrapped his arms tighter around Sam's waist, holding him snug to his chest.

The slide down started again, Sam whimpering quietly when he felt Danny's sack against his ass. They were connected, now - physically, pleasingly tangible to his nerves lighting up like a string of lights along his spine.

"Holy shit- fuuuck!" Danny groaned when Sam slowly clenched around him, then rocked in his lap a little bit.

"Feel that, honey? That's you, and that's me. I'm gonna ride you now, hold on," Sam grinned, feral, raising his hips and sitting back down in a sharp movement.

Danny was breathing harshly through his nose, thrusting up to meet Sam with his thighs. His eyes followed his lover's every twitch - the moans, the flutter of lashes, his sweet mouth open and panting Danny's name - and he obeyed every command they silently gave him. When Sam lurched forward and squeezed his shoulders, Danny made sure to keep his hips angled in the same way. When he whimpered and threw his head back, long column of his throat basked in afternoon sunlight, Danny kissed it and whispered in his ear as he sped up.

"Ohh, Sammy. So good, you feel so good, I love you. Thank you, thank you!"

"Don't, don't thank me, this is what I wanted," Sam whispered, tipping his head forward again to pant into Danny's ear. "We share this, like everything else, and we cum together, baby. C'mon, make me cum, Daniel."

Sam nibbled at the shell of Danny's ear, then tongued at his lobe, tasting the metallic tang of his earrings. His lips moved across Danny's cheekbones and kissed at the bridge of his nose, tender affection and sexual passion mixing as he rode harder.

Danny sobbed into his shoulder, hugging Sam close to him, desperately kissing any skin that he could reach. One of Sam's hands was scratching at his broad back, and the other was inbetween them, jerking himself off.

Sam could barely catch his breath with how hard he was working to get them both to a release. His thighs were burning, and he made sure to clench the muscles in his ass every time he sat down, wringing the orgasm out of Danny.

"Mmmmm, ohhh Sammy," Danny sighed, always quieter when he came than during the actual sex.

"Yes, baby, like that. Oh, fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, too!"

Grinding his hips in tight circles to stimulate his prostate, panting and moaning like a madman, Sam came on top of Danny, soaking the space in between them. He clenched spasmadically around Danny's cock, making his lover groan as both of their orgasms kept going longer than they usually would of if Sam hadn't been at the helm - he liked to draw it out and make Danny beg just a bit more.

"Okay, okay, I'm so distracted I'm gonna be in pain again. Stop, Sammy, I'm done."

Sam chuckled as he lifted himself off of Danny and let him slip out, a trickle of cum going with him. He sat back down on Danny's thighs, grinning at him and petting his chest and shoulders.

"Sorry, that was just so good. You know how to work me so well," he said, kissing Danny's bottom lip.

"Mmm, I should say that to you. You rode me like nobody's business, Sam-a, damn," Danny mumbled, kissing him back.

Sam squeezed his cheeks in his hands, rubbing their mouths and noses together in more of a canine kiss than a human one. He ran one hand down Danny's arm to his left hand, carefully holding it.

Danny squeezed back, weakly, as any movement still did hurt. He sighed and rested his head against Sam, eyes slipping closed.

"You wanna sleep, baby? We can take a nap, but it probably shouldn't be in this position."

Danny laughed tiredly and nodded, looking at Sam with sleepy, love-filled eyes. Sam gazed back at him, tracing his brows with one gentle finger.

"I love you, too, by the way - but you know that." They both grinned. "Yeah, c'mon, we can sleep for a bit before bath time."

"Ughh," Danny groaned, "bath time? I feel like a child."

"Well, it's more for me than it is for you, today," Sam said, sliding off of Danny's lap onto the floor, then standing up and helping his mate to his feet. "I gotta clean myself off, you saying you don't wanna join me?"

"No, no, I didn't say that. Always jumping to conclusions, Sam-a."

Sam rolled his eyes and looped his arm around Danny's waist, walking them down the hall. He flopped dowm onto their King-sized bed and groaned, stretching his body like a cat.

"Man, we went hard. I'm gonna sleep for hours."

Danny flopped down next to him, throwing an arm over his ribs and nuzzling his neck.

"Hey, well, that was mostly you doing the work. But, yeah, sleep time now," he shuffled his legs around a bit, getting situated. "G'night, babe, I love you."

Sam kissed his temple, wrapping his limbs around Danny and sighing. He brought a pillow down from the head of the bed, shoving it under a sleepy Danny - taking care of him, always - then closed his eyes for a much needed nap.

[alitheamateur]

Harley & Heat Lightening

A Tommy Conlon/Reader Imagine

This is just my own little guilty fantasy....

Warnings: NSFW. Language. Mentions of night terrors. I mean, I just feel like Tommy Conlon in general is a warning.

Word Count: 2,149

(Photo from Google)

The beaming white glow of a notification on the chipped screen of your phone face-up on the nightstand seeped through your closed eyelids. The chime notified of you the facts you already knew regarding a warning for heat-lightening throughout this blazing summer night. You praised the heavens for the air conditioning blaring from the vent in the corner of the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend, who was seemingly missing concluding from the cool sheets on his side of the queen bed. 2:53 in the morning by the looks of the alarm clock, which meant Tommy was probably up with a nightmare again, and was roaming the house somewhere, most likely clutching a sleep aid in the form of a whiskey bottle. He had those relentless demons under control for the most part. But, you always kept a single bottle of his favorite brand tucked away for emergencies. You didn’t understand what he went through, and you certainly couldn’t cure him. So, you’d love him amply, and if he needed a swig to knock back a terrorizing flashback here and there, so be it.

You squirmed and rooted amongst the tangling wad of sheets, fluffing and flopping your pillow to seek a comfortable position in the empty bed, but it was useless. You’d worked yourself into a restless, irritable tizzy, so you decided to mosey downstairs to investigate Tommy’s state. The ribbed, white tank top belonging to the man in question fit your frame loosely, and the lightweight cotton kept you cool on nights like this. And of course, he never complained about your skimpy preference in sleep attire. You tied your hair into a floppy muddle at the top of your head so the ensuing sweat on the nape of you neck could drink in some breeze, as your bare-feet padded down the four stairs leading into the tiled kitchen. 

The hanging light above the sink which Tommy usually flicked on when he escaped the bedroom for a night cap wasn’t on, and the entire span of the lower level was pitch dark aside from the thin lines of moonlight coming thru the blinds to paint the floor.

“Tommy?” You whispered. Truthfully a bit alarmed at the bleak silence around you.

When receiving no answer, you tip-toed stealthy to the side door leading into your garage, peeping around each corner like a scared cat along the way. When you gripped the handle to pull open the door, and the yellow, dingy light of an overhanging bulb dilated your eyes contrasting the darkness, and you saw Tommy twisting a wrench somewhere on the motor of his bike, you sighed with relief.

“Hey you. I didn’t wake ya’, did I baby?” He turned at attention when the metal hinges squeaked upon your opening. Tommy sat shirtless on a scuffed stool, the wheels attached to its legs rolled him towards a toolbox to exchange out his wrench. His torso glistened in the light just so subtly, and his top lip beaded barely with sweat, which told you he must’ve escaped the bed much earlier than you discovered.

“Not at all. I just noticed you weren’t in bed, and I thought I’d come check on you.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to conceal the noticeable peak of your nipple raising through the shirt you wore. It was teetering 96 degrees, and there wasn’t a single waft of wind outside, but you knew it was simply a reaction to the sight of Tommy, basted with perspiration, and smudged with motor grease. As he clanged a hammer onto some unknown piece of the motorcycle, the muscles of his back crawled and stretched beneath his suntanned skin, and the heat at your center could make this July night in Pittsburgh seem like the North Pole.

“Yeah, I uh… I couldn’t sleep. I was tossin’ and fuckin’ turnin’, so I came on out here so you could rest.”

You felt proud, and at ease that he’d chose to tinker with his motorized toy, rather than turn straight to the liquor as an outlet. The dreams, and the panic had become less present since you’d moved in permanently, and you thought maybe there was a sunny horizon in the near future. Peace for Tommy, and less worry for you.

“I know the feeling. That A/C is nice and all, but on a night this hot, nothing really keeps you comfortable enough to rest really. Whatcha workin’ on?” You inquired, lazily approaching to look in on his little project. Before you reached Tommy, you sidetracked to his work bench in the corner, clenching onto a stained, but clean rag to wipe down his dripping neck. When you patted his back, and blew cool, airy breaths under the hair that rested on his ears, Tommy huskily sighed and leaned further into your feather-like feminine touch.

“Nothin’ you’d be interested in. Just tryin’ t’ distract myself. Idle hands, y’know?”

He reached backward to clench your hand from where it rested on his hard shoulder and pulled it closer to his mouth where he could kiss your soft palm. His always moistened lips lingered, and you ran your fingers through his disheveled, musky-scented hair to relish furthermore into his touch.

“Seems like I got anotha little distract that needs my attention though, hm?”

He slothfully laid his head back to rest on your standing form behind him, and the crown of it settled perfectly between your barely shielded breasts. Tommy turned his cheek into you, nuzzling into your pert, pink bud. He remained planted in the mobile seat, but suddenly decided to roll the wheels around, circling a 180 to face you.

Your fitful, whimpering squeaks of approval made him grin callously, and he continued his works to have you panting and damp like a shameless nymph. There was nothing Tommy didn’t put his whole mind to when he wanted it, and making sure your screams were louder than the time before, was no exception.

You sat willfully onto his open lap, straddling and grinding heartily on the pulsing member inside his flattering track shorts, eliciting Tommy’s strong hands to claw at the teasing, cheeky exposure from under the hem of your nightshirt.

“Did this hot little pussy wake up lookin’ for me, huh? Had to come ‘n find me so I could help her sleep? Is that it, baby?” A thumb ghosted between your legs so he could damped it with your wetness before sliding in between his own lips.

You hadn’t come in search of a night cap in the shape of Tommy Conlon, but judging by the drenched crotch of his shorts below you, it was something you needed and didn’t know it until now.

“T…. Tommy. Wait…” you words barely resembled your own voice as you attempted to briefly protest. “The door. We should close the garage door, Tommy.”

Doing polar opposite of your request, the seething man boldly scrunched both fists around the neckline of your white tank and ripped it brazenly in half to discard onto the mud-stained, dirty floor of the garage. Leaving you fully exposed, and speechless.

“Let ‘em see. Once you go yelpin’ and beggin’, they’re gonna have a good idea what’s goin’ on anyway, baby.”

Your nails were digging into his pecs, and you tensed your legs tighter about his waist as Tommy stood from the stool to place your naked cheeks on the padded seat of his iron horse. Tools, and gas cans clanged and toppled to the floor as he roughly kicked off his clothing, kissing you with sensual, and raunchy purpose as he did so. You were already substantially aching, and prepared to take him in, but even still Tommy squatted to greet your southern lips with his tongue.

He gently tasted you, lapping from your entrance, up toward the bundle of nerves between the apex of your thighs. One hand squeezed all too tightly in his now knotted hair, and the other gripped around one handlebar of the bike you writhed atop of. The two-wheels, and kickstand didn’t seem too comfortably stable in your opinion, but you trusted Tommy always in his spontaneous sexual tendencies. The pair of you may wind up crashing on the concrete below if he thrusted too hard, or your legs quaked too swiftly, but he’d still have you blushing with release regardless.

“Taste me, Tommy.”

His sucked, and spit, and nipped with his teeth cautiously at your center, moaning satisfactory curses about how you always tasted so sweet. Never in your life, could you ever imagine a man who enjoyed the oral pleasuring of his mate as yearningly as Tommy did. Your closest friends pouted, and resentfully congratulated you for finding a man as such.

“I’m gonna lose it if I don’t get inside you, Y/N.” A concoction of your own arousal, and Tommy’s saliva dribbled down his chin, and he greedily caught the liquid with is tongue upon standing to line himself up with you. You could see in his lustful, now black appearing eyes that he was a glutton for your flavor.

The deeper he slid in, the higher your orgasmic daydreams took you. You were full to the hilt, and nearly to the throat as his eager tongue explored your mouth upon a hard, knee-quaking kiss. Crickets sang outside sporadically, unbothered by the bursting connection of skin on skin echoing from inside the garage where Tommy was currently kneading your breast with his fight-scarred hands. The jet-black motorcycle rocked with his thrusts, but he held you dutifully in place, keeping his balance to ride you out to complete, blissful release.

He tried to politely, and teasingly shush your amplified pleads for more by placing his index finger over your gaped lips, but it was utterly ineffective. Not that he indeed wanted you to hush though. He got harder, and crazy with desire the louder your pitch rang out, and the more he heard his name choke from your raspy throat.

“Tommy! Yes, Tommy. Ahh, more!”

You felt every ridge and ripple as he pulled himself from your insides, then ruthlessly, and enjoyably a bit painfully drove in again. His hand massaged and trailed down the stretch of your silky throat, and his chewed his lips watching you take every steel inch of him.

Unexpectedly, just as your peak of release danced upon your tongue, a jolting rumble of thunder pulsed over your ears, following a crack of erratic heat lightening. One by one, an abstract pattering of rain drops began to peg the rooftop, bringing forth a gust of lukewarm, thunderstorm breeze. Tommy’s arms broke out into goosebumps as he watched your hair blow loose with the wind, and your insides clenched and pulsated around him.

“Drown me, baby. C’mon… can you come for me?”

The filthy demand shoved you dangerously towards the cliff of orgasm, and you whimpered airily watching his taut abs flex as his own breaths hitched and hiccupped. His brows didn’t furrow in bliss when in the cage. And a good workout didn’t make him shiver and come unwound like this. No, it was only you who could claim the title of vicious Tommy Conlon’s one and only weakness.

Your hand sought blindly a reliable, unwavering surface to grip onto as you prepared for the storm raging outside, and the one rising forth from your insides. Looking solely and focused into your boyfriends’ mysterious blue eyes, you began to smile and shake your head wildly signifying he was yet again about to render you spent and fulfilled. Tommy tilted his head and patiently waited for his queue that you had indeed finished, and he had to green light to spill inside of you.

“Lookit that. The whole city owes us a ‘thank you’ for coolin’ it down out here. We worked up a damn thunderstorm out there, baby.” Tommy joked as he easily slid your tiny, manicured feet on the ground underneath you, wiping the outpour of sweat from his face with his tattooed forearm.

Inside your mind, you compiled a list of secluded locations, and parks he could take you on the bike tomorrow morning once the rain had moved out. After that exchange, you suddenly desired nothing more than to bounce harshly on the bare lap of Tommy, gripping and scratching at that perfectly weathered and beaten leather jacket he always wore.

You strained on tiptoes to kiss his puffy lips before nervously darting towards to house, now afraid to be seen by the neighbors since the overflow of adrenaline and spontaneity had worn off. Tommy flipped off the garage light, and chased you down the hall towards the bathroom, pinching at the most ticklish corners of your body along the way.

“Good idea. I think you need a cold shower. Oh, ‘n if I ain’t in bed when you’re done, please feel free to come and find me again.”

TAGS: @torialeysha @ea91935

[bisexual-bookman]

Payback

Rating: Explict

Pairing: Tyki/Kanda

Word Count: 1,611

Tags: Oral sex; Blowjobs; Orgasm denial

Summary: "Tyki looked down, seeing those glittering dark eyes staring back up at him. That look always set Tyki’s pulse racing. The blue of Kanda’s eyes was nearly overtaken by his pupils, the lust that was gleaming in them nearly as strong as the teasing air the man had about him." 

In which Tyki learns that maybe teasing Kanda isn't such a great idea after all.

[Read on AO3]

The soft sound of rain against the apartments windows was nothing more than white noise to Tyki; the noise only amplified the spell that the lips on him had cast. He was dizzy, the blood pounding in his head, coupled with the rough hands trailing over his thighs made his breaths come in pants. His head lolled back, thumping against the back of the couch. A soft groan left him as that skilled tongue pressed against the head of his dick, slipping to massage the underside.

Tyki looked down, seeing those glittering dark eyes staring back up at him. That look always set Tyki’s pulse racing. The blue of Kanda’s eyes was nearly overtaken by his pupils, the lust that was gleaming in them nearly as strong as the teasing air the man had about him.

Tyki’s breath hitched as Kanda pulled almost off Tyki’s dick, sucking lightly on the tip. His tongue swirled over the head. Kanda’s strong hands slid higher up Tyki’s thighs, reaching around to kneed Tyki’s ass.

Tyki’s eyes slid closed at the ministrations, a shocked moan leaving him as he felt Kanda suddenly slide back down Tyki’s dick, taking him in fully. Tyki could feel the other man’s nose buried in the course hair at the base of his cock. His hands shook as he tightened his grip in the long, silky locks. When Kanda didn’t move at all, Tyki pulled at the dark hair, urging the other man to continue.

Tyki sighed in relief when Kanda started moving, only for it to turn into a groan of disappointment as Kanda slid all the way off.

“You keep pulling like that and I’m leaving you to deal with this yourself.”

“Really? Usually this gets you going.” Tyki said with a smirk, giving the strands another hard pull. Kanda’s eyelids fluttered at the harsh action, a breathy groan leaving him.

“And right now, I’d really appreciate it if you were a little quicker.” Tyki said.

Kanda snorted, turning his head out of Tyki’s grasp. He lowered his head again, Tyki’s dick twitching in excitement as he watched those wet, red lips come closer, only to detour and attach themselves to his inner thigh. Tyki let out an irritated groan, feeling those thin lips curl against his skin.

“This is payback,” Kanda breathed against Tyki’s thigh, his lips slowly trailing higher.

“Payback?”

“For the other night,” Kanda gave as way of explanation. His tongue joined his lips against Tyki’s skin, the slick muscle tracing idle patterns.

Tyki’s mind stuttered to a halt, making it hard for him to recall what he had done exactly to deserve this sort of punishment.

Oh. That’s right.

A sudden image of Kanda below him, his breathy groans in Tyki’s ear as Tyki shallowly thrust into him. Rolling his hips lightly, Tyki heard Kanda’s breath hitch in response.

“You fuck,” Kanda tried to snarl, the words instead coming out as a heavy breath as Tyki attached his lips to the other man’s neck. A soft chuckle left Tyki.

“Now, now Beautiful, you know what you have to do.”

“I’m not…ngh…going to say it,”

Tyki buried his face into Kanda’s dark hair, breathing out his next words at Kanda’s irritated groan.

“Say it, and I’ll let you cum.”

A hard bite to his thigh jolted Tyki’s focus back to the dark head of hair in between his legs.

“No, Beautiful, no, no, no,”

Tyki knew what the other man was up to. Tyki had delayed the others orgasm for longer than usual, Kanda’s stubbornness especially hard to combat that night. Tyki knew the grudge that Kanda could hold. Knew the other man’s thin patience would be put aside so that his revenge could be executed perfectly.

A dark chuckle came from Kanda.

“I told you, didn’t I?”

Tyki groaned low as the hot breath caused shivers to race through him. Kanda had muttered the promise of his revenge into his pillow, his eyes slipping shut before his words were even done, his sore body relaxed under Tyki’s soft touches.

“I thought you wouldn’t remember.”

Kanda didn’t bother replying, instead pressing against Tyki’s knees, silently urging the other man to spread his legs further.

A loud moan left Tyki as that hot mouth connected to his groin. Kanda licked, kissed and nibbled his way through Tyki’s ever increasing moans. His hands never idle, Kanda touched were he couldn’t reach, smoothing over his thighs, caressing his balls before his tongue followed. Making sure to skirt around Tyki’s hard and wanting cock.

Pushing his shirt up slowly, too slowly in Tyki’s option, Kanda trailed his mouth upwards, mouthing along Tyki’s chest.

“You know what you have to do.” Kanda muttered against Tyki’s skin, parroting Tyki’s own words from the other night. Tyki groaned at the soft words, knowing his stubbornness was nowhere near a match for Kanda. Doesn’t mean he couldn’t try though.

“Good luck,” Tyki said with a strained chuckle. Kanda hummed, looking up at Tyki through his bangs.

“Pity.”

A shuttering groan left Tyki as Kanda latched onto his nipple, rolling the bud in his mouth. His teeth grazed the skin lightly, tongue quickly darting out to lap away any pain. Kanda’s cold hands against Tyki’s heated skin made his head spin, those long fingers sliding up his sides. Kanda’s mouth slowly, tortuously slow, explored the newly exposed skin. A heavy sigh left Tyki as Kanda’s hot mouth wandered over his pecs. Those delicious lips seemed to follow no pattern, calmly exploring, seemingly unbothered by Tyki’s heaving chest.

Growing impatient, Tyki shallowly thrust his hips, trying to gain some friction on his wanting erection. But Kanda had angled his body away from Tyki, making it impossible for Tyki to touch him at all. Tyki felt Kanda’s lips curl against his skin at the action, the smugness coming off Kanda in waves.

Tyki felt his defences start to crumble as he felt Kanda’s teeth join the mix. Feeling them bite his skin, Tyki was more than sure he would have dark love bites greeting him in the morning. A low whimper left Tyki at the sharp sting of teeth biting his flesh.

Between the haze settling over Tyki’s mind, and the stark contrast of Kanda’s gentle lips and rough hands on his skin, Tyki couldn’t tell whether the curses he was spouting was in his head or out loud.

Judging by the others quick breath on his skin, which Tyki knew was the other laughing, he was going to say out loud.

Kanda’s nails raked down Tyki’s thighs, a stuttered curse leaving him at the action. He really did curse Kanda’s flawless knowledge of his weak spots. He would pull it out when Tyki least expected it, his hands pawing, lips kissing, making Tyki’s orgasm come hard and quick.

Tyki’s head was swimming, his body flying. The only thing keeping him grounded was the feeling of Kanda’s hands running over his chest, sliding through the hair there, playing with it, teasing it.

“Oh my God,” Tyki groaned.

Kanda’s nails scraped down Tyki’s abdomen, hard. Tyki knew there would be welts to greet him later.

“Kanda, I - ngh – I yield,”

“Yield? I don’t care whether you yield or not. Tell me what you want me to do.” Kanda whispered, his hot breath on Tyki’s wet chest causing shivers to run down his spine. A low groan worked its way up Tyki’s throat. He didn’t want to say it, cursed the thought of saying it, but Kanda’s mouth was trailing lower again, and those hands too…

“Yu, plea – ah – please, make me- “A sharp bite made Tyki correct his words, “Let me cum.”

Tyki felt Kanda stop moving, holding his breath as he looked down to the other man. Kanda licked his lips, a smug glint in his eyes.

A loud moan erupted from Tyki as he finally felt Kanda’s mouth on his dick; lips moving, tongue massaging. Tyki spread his legs wider as Kanda started bobbing his head. Tyki could hear the small noises coming from Kanda; the low groans, small moans. Tyki could feel himself getting drunk on it, his thoughts jumbled, his movements awkward as he reached for Kanda’s shoulders. Tyki’s moans grew louder, his fingers clawing into Kanda’s skin, giving the paler man his own set of matching welts.

“Fuck me, fuck fuckfuckfuck,”

Tyki was losing himself the lower Kanda slid down his cock. Able to feel Kanda’s nose bury itself in the hair at the base of his cock. Hands shaking, sliding over Kanda’s flawless skin, Tyki was trying to grip onto something to ground him.

A hard suck, and those talented hands massaging his ass, Tyki came hard into Kanda’s waiting mouth.  

It was a soundless orgasm, Tyki’s head thrown back, fingers tangled in Kanda’s long hair, his back arching painfully.

Tyki could still feel Kanda’s lips moving, getting every last drop out of Tyki’s orgasm, his throat working as he swallowed everything down.

Tyki collapsed on the couch, panting. He could feel Kanda slide off of him, his long fingers carefully uncurling Tyki’s from his hair. Once done, Tyki felt the couch dip beside him, and the brush of Kanda’s hair on his arm.

As Tyki caught his breath, Kanda’s hand ran up and down Tyki’s arm, the gentle caress relaxing Tyki. A pleased hum left him as he felt Kanda’s lips softly press against his jaw.

“You gave up quicker than I thought you would.”

Tyki cracked one eye open, his vison full of Kanda’s victorious expression.

“You smug son-of-a-bitch,” Tyki muttered, leaning in to press his lips against Kanda’s, swallowing down the low laugh from the other man.

[writemelikeabadfanfic]

Burning

Pairing: Charlie Weasley / Reader

Word count: 3111

Warnings: Smutty, but sensual smutty. Minor fluff, fluff at the end. 

Chapter Summary: you give Charlie a “full body” massage. NSFW. Please do not read if you are under 18.

Notes: People responded really well to LEAVING  so I wrote more about our favourite dragon boy.

It’s a warm spring day and you feel very quaint with a wooden basket on your arm. It was as if you had walked straight out of the 1800's. You were returning from a local village and the basket was heavy with fresh food. Spiced telemea cheese, herby sausages, some pre-prepared salad and a sour dough loaf.

You walk into the cottage, surprised to find Charlie already there. He’s sat at the dining table, shirt hanging over the back of his chair. You drop the basket, as you notice the angry red scar that has spread down his neck and shoulder of his left arm. His head snaps to look at you “Oh, I didn’t expect you back so soon.” He looks away from you and back to the basic potions kit he had laid out on the dining table.

 “What the hell happened?” you rush to him, hands fluttering over the angry puckered flesh.

 “This? This is nothing! Be good as new in a couple hours. Maybe, definitely by tomorrow.” Charlie smiled brightly by as he moved to push himself up out of the chair, trying not to grimace.

 “Weasley! Sit your arse back down this instant. You. Are. Not. Fine!” You start rummaging around the small building

“You can’t go around getting yourself all burnt up and pretend nothing has happened. Look at your beard, we’re going to have to trim it right back so that it’s even.” You begin collecting more ingredients, potions and pastes. “And don’t get me... Where’s the sandalwood oil... Oh, there you are... Started on that shoulder." You pause and frown at him, "Why weren’t you wearing your protective gear?”

 You glare into his emerald green eyes. And he smiles, making his skin crinkle around the edges, amused at how flustered you were getting. You, the cool head of reason and responsibility, flustered all because of him. His smirk said everything. You swore each of the Weasleys had that smirk.

 “Y/n. A little bit of burn salve and I’ll be good as new” He grabs your hand and squeezes it. He laughs as he starts to stand again, masking the winces of pain.

 You take both of his hands “Charlie. Let me help you.” Your eyes meet his, “Please.”

 He sighs, “Only 'cause you’re cute,” he kisses your nose and smiles at you, sincere at first but suddenly cheeky.

“You gonna dress up?” He winks. “My own sexy nurse?” He raises his eyebrows, then walks over and pours himself a fire whiskey. You raise an eyebrow at him when he turns back around. He downs the drink and shakes his head. “Whatever you’re gonna do. It’s gonna hurt”

 You mix a thick brown salve, adding a few drops of sandalwood oil and motion for him to sit back on the chair.

You cool your hands with a cooling spell, dropping the temperature in the room a little.

He winces as the cool pastes touches his hot skin. You keep your hands gentle against his raw flesh. You had made a fast acting burn paste, but as he predicted, it burnt when first applied. Though it soon cools the skin, with the added bonus of smelling lovely. 

He tries to distract himself by telling you how exactly he had come to be burnt. No one else would see a six month old dragon with a head cold and let it nuzzle their neck. As stupid as he had been, it made your heart quicken the way he spoke about these creatures.

Once the burn is completely covered in brown goo. You grab a small bottle of jojoba oil, and rub some between your hands, then gently knead small circles into his other shoulder and the base of his neck. He’s tight and tense and lets out a low moan as your thumbs find a deep knot where his neck meets his right shoulder. His head lolls back as you work. Your hands work forward down his chest.

Your hands are at his abdomen, barely gliding over the skin and tickling the hairs there. You lean down so your lips are against his ear.

“Are we done playing nurse? Or do you wanna go lie down?”

He groans as you nip at his earlobe. You turn and wipe your hands on a dishcloth.

Suddenly he is stood behind you pulling you back into him by your waist. His skin is hot against your back and his mouth comes down to kiss at your neck, “Where do you want me?”

You spin in his arms, placing your hands against his chest. “You’re insufferable” you laugh. He kisses you, just a quick brushing of lips.

He steps back, “You love it.”

He winks before turning to strut towards the bedroom, swinging his hips. That cocky little shit. A grin spreads across your face watching him, you pick up the oil.

You walk in there to find him lying face down, wearing only a tight pair of boxer shorts, head resting on brawny arms instead of a pillow. Every inch of him is strong working muscle. His broad shoulders look even wider in this position, the thick corded muscles of his back forming a deep groove down to his waist. His cute butt rises up. You hum happily thinking to yourself just how lovely his arse is, cute and round and squeezable. You love his thick muscular thighs and toned calves, but his butt, damn.

You kick off your shoes and pull off the sweater you wore this morning. The tank top underneath sticking to it as you pull it up, you decide to discard that as well, the room is warm enough.

You hum to yourself as you pour some oil onto Charlie’s back, letting it spread and pool in the deep crevice of his spine. You put the bottle on the night stand before climbing onto the bed to straddle those glorious thighs.

You start low on his spine, working the point where his hips widen to that beautiful arse. He groans deeply. You are going to drag this out, make every inch of him ache for you, have him begging for you. You let the oil warm under your hands as you gently push at the hard muscles near his spine, slowly kneading big circles, then gently pulling the each side down, and pushing away. Relaxing that whole area before moving higher and starting again; pushing, kneading, pulling. He groans loudly, leaning into your hands, relishing the feelings you're giving him.

Once you reach his shoulder blades you get up, and move so his head is against your knees. He moves bonelessly as you push his arms to his sides. You take his traps between your thumbs and fingers and elicit a guttural moan from his as you roughly roll the muscle. You move on pinching the tight muscles of his neck before pushing down the full length of his spine, following the muscle line on each side. His breathing gets deep and punctuated with low moans as you work on his shoulders.

You move again to sit on his right and take his hand in yours, moving his arm. You start by massaging his hand. Rolling each joint of each large finger between your own, beginning with the little finger. When you reach his thumb, you track up to the pad, working your own thumbs into the fleshy pad there.

“Ohhhh. That’s so good. That's so so good,” he quietly moans into the pillow as you work your way up his big arms. Enjoying the feel of his strong, tight muscles as you work on them, but work you do, until both of his arms are soft as jelly.

You give his feet and calves the same treatment. You work much more slowly on his upper legs, relishing in the hard wide muscles. Gently teasing his inner thigh with feather light trails running up and back down. You push deep circles up the backs of those powerful legs. Finally, you pull down his boxers and squeeze his arse. You spend a long time working on him, his moans getting more guttural by the minute. His body was crafted by Viking gods. Broad, powerful and beautiful. Light freckles dust him head to toe, with concentrated patches on his shoulders and arms, like constellations in the night skies. You are overtaken by the rough, unpolished beauty of him.

You lean forward, letting your chest come to rest on his back.

“Roll over” You purr into his ear breaking his sleep-like trance, you climb off him, you stand next to the bed.

He pushes himself up to kneeling and tries to throw his arms round your neck but you step away.

“We’re not done yet.” You chide.

He smirks as he lies back, and you kneel behind his head, his long hair spread around you both. From here you can see just how badly singed the one side is and make a mental note to fix it later.

He keeps his eyes open as you run oil down his chest, your bra clad breasts directly overhead as you work at his toned pecs and abs. He lifts his head to kiss at your breasts. You play with the coarse orange hairs on his chest, your hands roam, teasing at the waistband of his tightening boxers.

You get up again, “You can sit up now.”

Charlie adjusts himself so he’s propped up in a half seated position

He voice is horse "You are wearing far too much clothing." he groaned.

You put on a show of pulling off your jeans. You turn around whilst shaking your hips and gyrating, before bending at the waist to pull your jeans slowly down your legs. You stand up to unclasp your bra, letting it fall from your shoulders. He lets out a low whistle between his teeth in appreciation of the little show. Stood in only your panties you climb back onto the bed and straddle yourself over his knees.

“Can you be trusted to behave?”

“I make no promises.” he says, but lifts his hands up where you can see them and puts them behind his back, enjoying your little game.

Your hands are on his thighs, moving devilishly slowly up his thighs, but as soon as his boxer shorts are in reach you stop. He groans and lets his head roll back. You move so you’re sitting on one of his thighs and kiss his cheek,

“You need to practice some patience...” you tease, running your tongue along his jawline. Your hands rub at his chest again. You start to move your hips against his thigh slowly at first, but as your hands move lower down his chest, you press your hips down harder, moving faster. You move one hand up to his shoulder to help you balance as you grind your hips into his thigh. Your eyes meet his, a devilish glint in them, as your other hand starts to caress the front of his underwear. A small damp spot appears. He moans breaking the eye contact.

You get up off his thigh, and he whines in disappointment.  

You make sure his eyes are on you as you pull down his boxer shorts. You take his still hardening length in your hand, rubbing up and down slowly a few times before dropping your head to it and licking one long swipe from base to tip. Your eyes still on his as you rest the tip against your tongue, and swirling around it. He whines as you flick your tongue against a vein. You cup his balls in your hand. His hands tangle in your hair encouragingly as you take his dick into your mouth and suck hard hollowing your cheeks. You pump his full length a few times before releasing him from your mouth with a satisfying ‘pop’. His head is thrown back and tiny hums of pleasure dance on his lips as you lick up and down and round his hardening cock.

“Oh god.” He moans as you suck one ball into your mouth, giving his shaft a quick squeeze. You continue to pump his dick, alternating between licking and sucking.

He pulled your head up by the hair to kiss you, wrapping an arm around your waist he pulled you into his lap. Your wet panties rubbing against his hardened length, he deepened the kiss, pulling you ever closer with his hand in your hair. He groans into your mouth and you roll your hips against him.

You pulled away sitting up “You were going to behave. You need to rest.” you chuckle, licking and nipping at his neck.

He moans again “You really want me to lie back and think of England?” He teases, bucking his hips and sending shivers up your spine.

“Something like that” you moan.

He sits up fully you still in his lap, his arms around your back, your feet hooked behind him. You grind against him, moaning loudly and his length rubs up to your clit. His mouth finds yours, the kiss is deep, passionate, all tongues and teeth. He sighs into you, pulling you closer still.

You break the kiss and push him down roughly. Your hands flat on his chest. His hands are rough against your hips, tugging at the lacy panties.

"You can be in charge kitten, but you can't keep wearing all these clothes." he flicks the elastic against your hips.​

You raise yourself up and remove your underwear. You open the nightstand and pull out a bottle of lube and a condom.

You wrap your hands around his length again, causing his hips to buck and throaty moan to tear from his lips. You open the wrapper and slide the condom over his size, biting a quick hard mark into his inner thigh. His hands run over your shoulders and down your back and you rub the lube over his length. You straddle his hips once again, running your dripping pussy over his well slicked cock. He curses and grabs at your hips again. You still, grabbing his hands. You take his wrists and pull them over his head, leaning forward to do so.

"I thought you understood, lie back and rest." you hiss, into his ear.

"Or what?"

"Or..." you nip at his neck again. You move back, lining him up with your entrance. You lower yourself onto him, letting your body adjust to his size. You moan deep into his ear.

"Fuck! Me!" he breaths, his hips buck upwards.

You raise yourself up leaving him barely inside you, “Na-uh-uh” you lilt to him, “Don’t move.”

“Baby.” He whines.

“Don’t move,” you repeat, lowering yourself down again. You move your hands from his wrists, balancing yourself on his chest. You roll your hips and he groans loudly, expletives falling from his lips as you begin bouncing. Your own sounds of pleasure joining his as he fills you up. You keep him pushed down with your hands as you fuck him.

“Oh, fuck it.” You say, leaning down to kiss him, placing your hands on either side of his face, you moan into him and he locks his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. Chest to chest, cheek to cheek. He shifts so you are sitting up in his lap, you pull away from the kiss to look him in the eyes. Those gorgeous green eyes, the colour of forest floors and mown grass with subtle golden flecks. There was a magic in his eyes. His whole being had this natural rough, rustic feel. No part of him was characteristically pure, no part unsullied. His skin darkened by the sun, the face covered in freckles, his chest scarred, his beard uneven, and his hair unkempt. There was beauty there, despite those flaws, if you can even call them flaws. You trace the scar on his chin with your thumb, moaning as his hands run down your sides to your hips. He rocks you slowly and you throw your head back.

“You. Are. Gorgeous.” He sucks on your neck.

His hand reaches between the two of you, rubbing harshly against your clit. He sends shivers up your spine. Your back arches as your orgasm hits you, a flood of feeling and emotion. You scream as his grip moves tightly to your hips, stilling your movement. He comes with a deep groan moments after you, his mouth attaching itself to suck deeply on your neck.

You’re both left panting heavily into the other. In the aftermath the whole event had lost its sensational beauty, replaced instead by a euphoric blanket of warmth. It’s sweaty, all hot and sticky. ​Burn salve, smeared over both of you. Oil and lube making you both glisten in the failing light. The closeness of him as he's still wrapped around you, still inside of you. Your bodies combined in such a way that to look at you, you might not know where one of you ended or the other began.

After a moment that lasts too long yet not nearly long enough, you gently lift yourself off his lap. He winces and falls back onto the bed. You get up and wash yourself off, bringing back a cloth for him. You find him standing, reapplying the sweet smelling brown paste. You hand him the cloth, and kiss his cheek.

Still naked you walk back to the front of the house, to collect the groceries you had abandoned earlier.  Taking your wand from the discarded basket, you tidy the space, putting the groceries in the fridge, and cupboards respectively; before returning to the bedroom.

Charlie had lay back down in the bed. You climb in next to him, he pulls you close, choosing to be the big spoon. “I love you.” he whispers, his voice tickling your ear. “I love you too,” you reply softly, then as an afterthought you add. “but you’re a stupid arse”