#im thinking probably not just also cause my mood has dipped

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[venusiangguk]

gold rush pt. 3 | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader

>>genre: pwp, v little plot, smut, kinda fluffy, college au (kinda), established relationship

>>word count: 9.9k um?

>>warnings: pegging!!!, butt stuff!!!, sexy anal!!!, sub jk, soft dom oc, crying why do i always make everyone cry, fingering (m), strap on, dildos, vibrators, sex toys, sex shop adventures, explicit sex, like so explicit this bitch is basically 10k, mutual masturbation, coming untouched, kisses, aftercare in the form of snacks, titty squeezing, dirty talk, excessive use of pet names, yoongi exists

>>notes: i wasn’t gonna write this bc ur girl does not know the first thing about pegging, but jk sucking the strap came to me in a dream and i had to do it. it was highly requested so i hope u like it! i wrote and poorly edited this whole thing today so im sorry for any mistakes !! 

>>summary: jk wants the strap, and jk gets what he wants !!

pt.1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

The sun is shining, and there’s just the perfect amount of breeze to cool Jeongguk as sweat runs down his temple. The soccer pitch just got cut, making the ball much easier to control, and therefore much easier to aim at Jimin’s ass. It’s cool-down time, so the team is in groups of three, idly kicking the ball between each other, for the last few minutes of practice. All in all, a great day to talk about getting pegged with his best friends.

Jeongguk glances around the field, making sure the other groups are far enough away from him and his friends before clearing his throat. “So… do you guys like… get pegged?”

When Taehyung passes the ball to Jimin, Jimin completely misses it due to the fact that he is looking at Jeongguk like he is the most pitiful human on the planet. Jeongguk adjusts his shin guard to avoid the scrutiny.

“Gguk… honey… are you dumb?”

Taehyung’s jogging back after retrieving the ball that ran astray. “No, Mini. He’s straight.” He kicks the ball to Jeongguk. “If by ‘pegged’ you mean fucked in the ass by a real dick, then yeah. We do.”

Jeongguk receives the ball with a ‘rainbow’ and juggles it from his thigh to his laces, balancing the ball for a second before kicking it to Jimin. He nods, contemplative. “Nice.”

“Okay ace.” He passes to Taehyung, before throwing Jeongguk a teasing look. “You thinking about taking it up the ass, Gukkie?”

“Perhaps I’m contemplating.” He sniffs nose in the air.

Taehyung laughs. “Got your button milked once and now you wanna take a phallic shaped object? Proud of you.” He places his hand over his heart, like the mere thought of Jeongguk getting railed makes his heart warm.

A whistle blows, and Jeongguk kicks the ball up to his arm, tucking it into the curve of his trim waist. “Why does everyone call it a button? And it hasn’t only been once.” He sounds exasperated and so so tired.

His friends jog to bump shoulders with him as they make their way to the locker rooms. “Hey, jokes aside, I think it’s cool you’re like comfortable enough, or whatever, with __ to explore the things you like.” Taehyung says.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes. “Okay Dad.”

“No seriously!” Jimin insists, holding the locker room door open for them. Fuck the rest of the team. “She seems good for you. Babys you like you need.” Jimin laughs.

Jeongguk’s shirt gets caught on his head as he squawks. “I don’t just like being babied, fuck you.”

“Okay so she also entertains your sadistic side. She’s the full package.”

Jeongguk looks down with a blush. He shrugs his shoulders lightly before bending over to get out of his gear. “She’s pretty cool I guess.”

Taehyung knees him while he’s still bent over making him stumble a bit. “Awe, Jeonggukkie is in love.”

“Shut up.” Jeongguk smacks him in the face with his smelly sock.

“When you gonna do it?” Jimin asks, buttoning his new pants. 

Apparently they aren’t showering today. Jeongguk will just have to stop at his dorm before heading to yours to help you study. That reminds him that you have a test on Friday, but are free this weekend. He just so happens to be free as well. The team they were supposed to play had to forfeit because their coach got caught sleeping with one of the cheerleaders. Sucks, but good for Jeongguk and his little asshole.

“Maybe this weekend.” With their backpacks on, they start the trek back to the dorms. It’s nearing night now, the sun just starting to set in the sky. Jeongguk pulls out his phone to tell you he’s stopping by his place before heading to you. You reply quickly.

baby🥺💘😏🧠🙄👊🏻:

okie

wanna have sex instead of helping me study 

me:

yeah but im not gonna 

just think about how good the sex will be when u get an a 

baby🥺💘😏🧠🙄👊🏻:

🙄

When Jeongguk pockets his phone, Taehyung speaks up.

“You think she’ll be down?”

Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate. “Yeah, probably.”

Ever since the first time you made him cum untouched, butt stuff has been a moderately regular occurrence for you both as a long-term, healthy, pro-ass eating couple. Honestly it was mostly him getting his butt played with, but he supposed it made sense. Like Jimin explained to his once naïve self, it was just biological- or something. Whatever. He wonders if three fingers will be enough to fit a fake dick in his ass. He asks his friends.

“Eh…” Jimin starts, looking up like he’s thinking. “Maybe, but you might wanna try to get to four, maybe five if you're using hers, since she’s tiny.”

Jeongguk’s mouth falls open and he pales. Taehyung notices and laughs.

“Don’t get scared. It’s just better to over-prep than under-prep. And like obviously you work up to it, she’s not just gonna shove her fist or her cock up your ass.”

Her cock. A little tingle settles in Jeongguk’s lower belly at the statement. He’s been thinking about this for a while, looking at porn in his free time. Seeing the way the guys moan on their girls’ strap always gets him hard. Seeing how hard their cocks get when the toy hits them just right. He throbs when he sees the guys cum just from the strap, no hands. Maybe he should fuck you when he gets to your dorm instead of helping you study. His cock is feeling a little plump.

“Alright well… Bye, thanks for being gay and answering my anal questions!”

As he’s pressing the button to his elevator, they lived on opposite sides of the athlete dorm and there were different elevators for each of the wings, Jimin chirps, “Don’t forget to empty your asshole really well, and don’t eat the day of! Also buy extra lube and put a spare blanket down!”

Jeongguk winces. Valuable information indeed, information he mentally pockets, but did he need to yell it in the dorm common room?

“Noted!” He yells back at the elevator dings and opens up. Jeongguk pretends like he doesn’t meet the curious, kind of confused gaze of one of his teammates. He must have walked in while Jimin was yelling and only caught the end of the conversation while waiting for the same elevator. Jeongguk gets in and immediately closes the doors. He can catch the next lift.

~~~

Jeongguk’s got his head in your lap and you’re running your fingers through his long, silky hair. He showered today, so waves of his aromatherapy lavender shampoo are wafting up to you. Sweet boy. He seems sidetracked, occasionally sighing and subtly twisting, but is still more or less purring on your thigh, feet tucked up onto the cushion of the couch. Netflix is on the small tv that was left by the last person who lived there, you’re mac book connected via HDMI. You’re not really paying attention. Mind kind of tired from all the studying you had done this week. Jeongguk fidgets a tiny bit again, wiggling like he’s trying to get comfortable. He huffs a sigh.

“Hey,” You say softly, getting his attention.

His body curves at the waist, causing his t-shirt to bunch up and show off the dip of his hip bone. He looks up at you with wide eyes. He seems surprisingly awake. Must have some busy little bees buzzing around his mind. He makes a little questioning noise.

“You okay? You’re kinda fussy.” You murmur.

He groans. “I-  am just thinking.”

“About?” You drag the word out in a singsong-y manner.

The way Jeongguk’s face flushes is so pretty, you have to stop yourself from cooing. 

He moves himself from your lap and sits facing you. He looks like he's thinking about what to say, or how to say what he’s thinking so hard about. 

Eloquently he states, “I’m horny.”

You glance at his cock. Not quite hard, but a little happy and excited. You chuckle, leaning towards him, giving him a playfully sexy look. “Okay, let’s fuck baby.”

Jeongguk blushes even more, cheeks tinted red, while he leans away from you.

You pout. “What?”

Again he pauses, a small pout on his lips. He seems to be in a soft, needy, difficult mood. You’re probably going to have to pry what he wants to say out of his mouth.

With another uncalled for exasperated huff, Jeongguk rolls his eyes and moves closer to you before catching you by surprise and swinging a leg over your lap. He’s facing you while he straddles your thighs. His arms are looped around your neck, he’s playing with a little bit of your hair, twirling the long length around his fingers. You smile up at him, gently. Your palms squeeze at his narrow hips encouragingly.

“I want to try something new…” He says. He sounds nervous and looks at you the same.

“Mhmm.” You say, fighting a smile. 

“Really bad. Like I want it really bad.” His hips roll, probably unconsciously from the way he closes his eyes to ground himself. 

You peek at his lap, and his cock is bulging, the fabric of his sweatpants doing nothing to help hide it. You bring your hand to it, and massage him through his pants.

He whines and pushes against your palm before a hand comes down and grabs your wrist, stopping the movement. “Quit it, I’m trying to talk.” He’s so petulant and whiny.

You move your hand away and place it back on his hip, giggling a little. “Well spit it out, then.”

He scowls. You reach up and smooth the wrinkle in his brow before trailing it down and cupping his cheek. He softens immediately, melts like butter in your hands. His eyes close and he lets out a soft sigh, body relaxing a little.

He’s whispering, kinda giggling out of embarrassment, when he says, “I want you to fuck me.” He pauses, peeking at you through his lashes. “Like for real.”

Almost instantly a little spark ignites in your belly, and you feel your pussy get that telltale heartbeat. You didn’t want to push Jeongguk into anything, but you’ve been thinking about taking the ‘next step’ with your… ass-plorations for some time. But you figured he would get to the same point on his own, and would come to you when he was ready. Turns out you know him as well as you thought you did.

“Yeah?” You rub your free hand up his side. 

He nods quickly, eagerly. You pinch his cheek lightly, and he retaliates by trying to bite at it. To avoid the attack it finds his way back to his waist.

“When did you want to? Tonight?”

He wiggles impossibly closer to you. Kisses you quick before nodding again. “Yeah. I um. I already like prepped… mostly. I prepped what I could by myself.” He pauses with a cute thinking face. “You will probably have to help me a little. But yeah. I got ready for you just in case.” He nods.

You hum, glancing at the old clock on the wall, another gift from the prior tenant. 11:52 pm. 

“If we hurry, we can make it to a sex shop? They don’t usually close until 2 or 3 in the morning.” You suggest.

Jeongguk bites his lip, smiling excitedly. “Really? Can we?”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Yeah, duh.” You lean up and give him a speedy, but thorough kiss, smiling into it. “Been wanting to peg you for so long.” 

His face scrunches endearingly. “Don’t call it that.”

He hops off your lap, and goes to grab the keys, wasting no time. He stands by the door expectantly. His cock is, extremely obviously, sticking out. Someone didn’t wear his briefs today.

“Can you like… kill that?” You’re laughing as you tug on some sweats of your own, having only been lounging in your panties and one of his shirts. Your usual at home attire.

He looks down, and has a smug grin on his face when he looks at you again. “It’ll go down in the car. Hurry up!”

~~~

A dildo looks so much bigger when one is looking at it knowing that it will be inside of them within the next few hours. And there are so many options and colors. Some vibrate, some have fake pubic hair on them. Some have balls that are squishy and feel eerily… accurate.

Jeongguk isn’t having second thoughts, no. But he is having thoughts. Very overwhelming thoughts. 

You’re next to your boyfriend, glancing between him and the varying selection of fake cocks displayed in front of you both, trying to gauge his reaction. He looks a little pale, but tentatively excited. Curious at the very least.

“Which one do you want?” You ask.

“No idea.” He responds, eyes wide.

Like most store clerks, one shows up, almost like they have a built in ‘customer needs help and has no idea which dildo to get to peg her super hot boyfriend’ radar. 

“You guys need help?” He is a small man, with a monotone voice. He looks like he would rather be anywhere else at 12:30am on a Saturday night. 

“NO!” Jeongguk says quickly and loudly. Very loudly.

Both you and the store clerk flinch, looking at him shocked.

Jeongguk shifts on his feet. “No.” He says in a more socially acceptable tone. “No- I’m sorry. But we’re uh-” He grabs your arm and pulls you closer. “We’re good, thanks.”

The clerk looks between you and Jeongguk and the dildos. “Um… Alright.” He starts to walk away before he turns back around. “Well if you change your mind, I’m Yoongi and I’ll be at the counter. If your toy is electric I’ll test it in the back before you leave… We uh- provide batteries with your purchase if needed…” With one last glance, a very judgmental one in Jeongguk’s opinion, Yoongi takes his place at said counter. His eyes flicker to you guys every once in a while.

“Baby,” You grab Jeongguk’s face between your palms and make him look at you. You squeeze and his lips poke out making him look like a guppy. He blinks. “I know you’re nervous, but it’s going to be okay.”

He rolls his eyes, guppy face and all. “Well obviously. I just- We don’t need help.” He wiggles out of your grip, much like a… guppy.

You grin, trying not to laugh, and just be the supportive girlfriend you are. “Okay, did you decide which one you want?”

A side glance. “Not yet…”

You walk up and go to grab a pink sparkly one.

“Uh, not that one.”

You quirk an eyebrow and move your hand to a larger one.

“No.”

You play a little game of dildo hot or cold until you have a better idea of what Jeongguk wants. His preference seems to be skin tone, close to his own, with a more realistic feel. Normal balls though, not squishy. Also no faux hair. You thank him for that. If you actually had a penis it would surely be waxed. Bless Jeongguk for doing the same. As for size, he leaned more towards a very normal, moderate size. Maybe 5 or 6 inches at most, not too thick. Smaller than himself. One last option.

“Do you want it to vibrate?” You ask, holding one in your hand testing the numerous different settings.

He shakes his head, answering quick. “No.”

He pauses.

“Wait.” He thinks. “Maybe. Should we? You could use it too?” 

Sweet, kind, considerate angel. Always thinking about you and your pleasure. Couples who share the strap last the longest.

You shrug, pointing out, “I could use one that doesn’t vibrate too.”

He looks offended and sounds snotty. “Uh, you don’t need to.”

“Whatever. Why don’t we get both?”

You had a point. He pretends to ponder it, before nodding, already persuaded. “Okay.” 

“We need the harness now.”

You begin the harness hunt, walking through the store, coming across many a things, but for some reason you both keep missing them. They’re nowhere to be found. 

“Maybe they’re sold out?” He tries.

“Doubt it. Let’s go ask.” You grab him by his pinky and try to drag him to the counter. He resists. 

“Let’s not.”

“Koo.” You say giving him a look.

He whines, throwing his head back. Borderline throwing a fit. You hold your ground, smiling.

He’s easy to give in. Being a brat just on principle. “Fine but you’re talking.”

You stand on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek. “Of course, baby.” With his pinky in hand, you make your way to the counter.

The store clerk, Yoongi, if you remember correctly, is sitting behind the counter hunched over smiling at his phone. He doesn’t seem to notice you’re there.

You clear your throat gently, “Excuse me?”

Yoongi jumps, almost throwing his phone. “Fuck!” He exclaims. His fists come up ready to fight before he sees it’s you and Jeongguk. He then places his hand over his heart. “Shit, you scared me.” He chuckles, recovering quickly. “How can I help you?”

You stare at him for a moment longer before speaking up. “Um yeah, I was just wondering where your harnesses are?”

He leans on the counter, head in his hand looking kinda bored. “Hanresses? What kind? Hanging harness? Body harness?”

You glance at Jeongguk and he looks like he’s going to die.

“The um- strap on harnesses?” Your voice goes to a whisper when you say it, despite it just being you guys in the store.

Yoongi sits up, and looks at you, and then looks at Jeongguk. A look of understanding comes over his face along with an amused smile. He nods to himself, while getting up to help you. “Nice. Follow me.”

Jeongguk gapes at the ‘nice’ and looks at you in disbelief. You pat his butt telling him to get going. 

With some help from Yoongi you pick out a harness that looks supportive and comfortable, the ring that holds the dildo, compatible with both the ones that you plan on getting. It’s a simple adjustable black one. Yoongi recommended wearing something under it if the straps dig into you and irritate. He seems bored, but he’s actually very good at his job, and very knowledgeable.  

Finally you’re at the counter. You place all the items in Yoongi’s reach and he’s just about to tell you the total when Jeongguk perks up.

“Wait!” He says before scurrying off.

It’s quiet for a split second. Before the clerk speaks up.

“He’s cute.”

You smile, “Thanks, he’s mine.”

Yoongi laughs, small little fish teeth and gums on display. Must be a Pisces. You know Pisces teeth. “Does he have any cute friends?”

You nod. “Yeah, but they are dating.”

He shrugs. “Don’t care.”

“Uh… I can give you their Instagrams?”

He pulls out his phone, and follows them right there after a quick glance at their pages. Confidence is nice.

There’s a short lull in the conversation. And Jeongguk seems to be taking his sweet time getting something you guys must have forgotten. Or the poor things lost. It’s a big store. You speak up this time.

“Do you have like a manager I could leave a review for? You were really helpful, and seemed like you really knew what you were talking about.”

He shakes his head. “Nah, I own the place. You think I would be here on a Saturday night if it wasn’t obligatory? Thanks, though.”

“Oh.” You say. That was pretty impressive. The store was quite successful based on the reviews. You would make sure to let Jimin and Taehyung know Yoongi was a business man.

“Okay, I’m back.” Jeongguk announces. “Sorry I forgot where it was.”

He places 2 (two) large bottles of lube on the counter. You cough out a laugh.

“Baby, we have lube at home.”

“But do we have enough?”

“I think maybe one more would be more than enough.”

He ignores you, looking Yoongi in the eyes for the first time tonight. “Add both please.”

Yoongi nods, looking a little scared of Jeongguk’s seriousness, and does as he’s ordered.

After Jeongguk pays, and you both are making your way to the exit, Yoongi calls out, “Good luck, tell your friends to follow me back!”

“Uh- Okay?” Jeongguk yells back. When you’re in the parking lot, he asks, “What the heck was that about?”

You shake your head, laughing to yourself. “Don’t worry about it.”

~~~

As soon as you get back to your dorm, the atmosphere is thick, full of tension and nervous anticipation. Jeongguk’s fidgety, eager to get started. You’re not far off, but contain yourself a little more. Need to keep control of the situation in case Jeongguk gets deep into his mood.

You guys are in the bathroom now, each one washing a toy before you use it. You make sure to unwrap the harness and the lube as well, both at Jeongguk’s insistent request, ensuring you don’t have to stop and deal with it later. 

“Let’s just get undressed in here, it’s where my hamper is.” You say already tugging your shirt over your head, tits bouncing freely. Jeongguk went without briefs today, and you went without a bra.

Jeongguk quietly follows suit, and you don’t miss the way his hands are trembling a little in anticipation. When you’re both naked he kisses you quickly, and jiggles your boobs a little just because they are there and because he can, before saying, “Okay, lets go.” He’s out the bathroom before you can even respond. You laugh to yourself and gather the stuff he forgot in his excitement.

When you walk out with your hands full, you see Jeongguk spreading out a blanket over your comforter.

“Whatcha doin?” You ask curiously, placing the items on the nightstand.

“Gets messy. Wanna save your bedding.” He states.

You squawk, grabbing the blanket he set up on your bed. “Not my baby blanket you monster.”

He laughs, abs tensing. You notice he’s already hanging a little heavy between his thighs. “Sorry. Was the first one I saw.” He walks over to the couch and replaces the blanket that’s hanging over the back with your baby blanket and resets up. “Better?” he asks, extended his arm towards your bed to show off his work.

You nod, and take the few steps needed to close the space between you both. Your hand runs down his belly, and you feel his muscles jump, and you see little goosebumps sprout all over. His hands come up to cup your tits. You kiss softly where his heart is. You look up at him.

“I love you.” You smile.

He blushes. “Love you.” He whispers, before he leans down and slots your lips together.

It’s eager from the start. Your bodies press together, as your hands roam. When he takes a breath and surges back in, your teeth click together is his haste, before his tongue slips into your mouth. He groans into you, his hand going down to cup your ass, squeezing and pulling you impossibly closer. 

You feel his cock against your belly, almost fully hard already. You reach down to wrap a hand around him, wanting to help him get there before you get started. He hisses, thrusting forward instinctively before pulling away. He looks like he hates that he does.

“No- I,” He’s already short of breath, chest rising and falling a little bit faster than normal. “I wanna watch you cum. With the toy.” He reaches around you, grabbing the vibrating dildo. “Please?” He asks. His eyes are fervent.

You take the toy in your hand, and kiss him again softly. “Yeah, baby. Whatever you. It’s all about you tonight.”

He shakes his head. “Always about you too.” 

Your heart beats, happy in your chest. You thought about it earlier in the night, but Jeongguk really was the best lover. He always, always made sure you were taken care of, before, during, and after sex. He was so vocal and communicative, genuinely wanting you to know it was always about both of you, even if one was receiving more attention. He was caring like that in and out of the bedroom. You were so lucky to be his.

“You’re too good to me,” You laugh, climbing onto the bed. You settle back against your pillows, propping some behind you so you can see him, and watch him while you get off. He takes his place in front of you, looking at you expectantly.

He’s impatient, placing his hands on your knees, spreading you open so he can see your cunt. You let him get you into position before saying, “Keep your hands to yourself now, okay?”

He nods, eyes never leaving your pussy. He licks his lips. “Okay.” It’s said in a distracted kind of far away tone.

You hum as you bring the toy to your mouth, getting it wet. You wouldn’t need any lube, you would be dripping in no time. You don’t waste any time putting your free hand down between your legs and spreading your pussy lips, so your clit and the pretty pink center of your cunt are displayed for Jeongguk. You glance at him through your lashes, when you hear a small gasp fall from his lips. He’s already got a hand around himself. Just the tips of his fingers stroking his length, at a leisurely pace. 

“She’s so pretty… You’re so pretty.” His eye flick to your face before zeroing in on your center again.

“Tell me how to do it baby. Tell me what you want to see.” You say, voice salacious and soft. You circle your finger slowly around your nub, dipping inside just a bit to spread your slick around.

When he swallows, it’s audible, his Adam's apple jumping. “I want you to turn it on low, and put it on your clit. I want you to feel good.”

You smile, and drag the tip of it down your body to just above your clit, turning it on the lowest setting before making contact with your sensitive nub. Your legs jolt, almost closing when you feel the vibrations. Even the lowest setting was strong. Your head falls back, and your legs spread more for him once you get used to the strength of the toy. “Fuck…” You breathe.

“Does it feel good?” He asks, greedy for your pleasure.

You nod, eyes still closed, focusing. You move the vibrator in small circles over your clit. You can hear Jeongguk’s breaths speed up.

“Turn it up.” His voice gives away that he’s speeded up his hand on his cock too.

You do as he says, looking at him as you do. He’s sin personified. He’s on his knees, sitting back on his feet, so his thighs are flexed and bulging. His abs tense when his palm twists under the crown of his cock. His eyes almost look black, pupils blown so wide, lust taking over his face. He’s got his plump bottom lip drawn between his teeth. He looks up from your pussy and catches you staring. He smiles shyly.

You keep your eyes on him as you bring the toy back down to your core. A short high pitched moan falls from your lips, as your brows knit together, before your eyes roll back. He groans, your expression enough to make his cock start to leak.

“Feels so good, Jeongguk.” You moan. The vibrator is right where it feels best, pulsing against your clit, causing pleasure to bleed into your veins. 

“Yeah, baby?” He asks, he’s breathless, sounds like he’s in love. With you, your cunt. “Tell me.”

“‘S just right Koo, could make me cum just like this…” 

He curses, and you open your eyes just in time to see him grip the base of his cock, keeping himself in check. “Not yet, baby. Little longer, please.” Still so polite and good for you, even when he’s the one telling you what to do.

He has you keep the vibe there, for a while longer, right in the spot that’s gonna make you lose it. He watches as a tiny clear drop leaks from you pink little pussy. It looks like it’s heavy and about to drip down to the blanket under you. He doesn’t notice your legs shaking until you’re gasping, “Koo, I’m almost- I’m gonna-”

“No!” He says quickly, his hand reaches out to pull the vibrator from your cunt just before you get your high. Your pussy aches and throbs, wanting to cum so bad. 

Your chest is heaving when you ask, “Are… are you edging me?”

He shakes his head, even though your eyes are closed, trying to catch your breath. “No, no! I just. I got distracted.” He looks at that small drop of slick again. Fuck, he wants to lick it up and drink you down. “You’re leaking.” He states.

You laugh, breathing getting back to normal. “Yeah?” You reach your hand down to collect the distracting little droplet and bring it in front of you. You press the sticky finger to your thumb and then pull them apart to see the clear strings stay connected even as you pull. You hum, before offering your hand to Jeongguk. He sucks in a breath.

“Want some?” 

He’s quick as he crawls between you legs, cock fully hard now. He watches you as he sucks your fingers into his mouth, tongue swirling around getting every last bit, before he sucks off with a pop!

He crawls farther up your body to kiss you deep, wanting you to get a taste of yourself too. He pulls back just a bit, and whispers against your lips, “I want you to fuck yourself with it, okay? Just for a little bit, then you can cum?” He’s phrasing it as a question, knowing he really doesn't have the final say, not tonight. But his voice is shaking from how turned on he is, how could you ever say no?

“Sit back.” Is all you respond. He does as he’s told.

You buzz the toy over your clit again, just because you can. Wanting to see how long Jeongguk can be good before begging. Turns out it’s not long at all. 

“Put it in…” He moans. You look at him and his mouth is parted, and his eyes heavy as he watches you. His hand is moving fast over his cock, sticking straight up to his tummy. “Please.”

You drag the toy down to your slit, and tease it there before just barely pushing it in just a fraction of the length. Jeongguk whines, high and desperate. Apparently you’re moving to slow for him.

“More,” He begs. 

You sigh, “You’re so needy tonight, baby.” He nods, agreeable.

When the toy sinks inside of you all the way to the hilt, you and Jeongguk both moan a quiet, “Fuck.” simultaneously. You’re coherent enough to laugh a little at the jinx, but he seems to barely notice, too focused on watching the toy sink into you, and then come back out to vibrate your clit again. You keep up this teasing pattern, again waiting to be told what to do by him, waiting to see how long he makes it this time.

“Harder, do it harder,” He’s panting. Moaning every word that leaves his lips.

You do as he says, and finally push the toy in at a pace that gets you climbing to being close again. You won’t be able to come like this though, and he knows that. Knows that you can only cum from penetration with him. He leans over and grabs the other toy from the end table, spitting on it and spreading it around until it's covered well.

“Use them both, want you to cum for me.”

With two toys in your hands, one in your cunt, filling you up, and one on your clit, making your legs shake, you do your best to make yourself cum. But it’s not enough. A soft whine falls from your lips, you’re so close, but you need more. More than you can give yourself.

“Faster baby, faster. You’re so close.” He whispers. He got both hands working now too, one stroking and one down tugging on his balls. 

You whimper, “I can’t my arm hurts. It’s tired.”

Immediately he stops pleasing himself and gets right to pleasing you. Your pleasure taking priority. “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll help you baby.”

Jeongguk sits between your legs, and takes over the toy fucking into you, and turns up the one on your clit. With him pushing the toy in at a pace that you couldn’t do yourself, and the other toy vibing your clit incessantly, it takes barely any time at all for you to cum. You were so close already, just needed him to push you over. 

Your legs are shaking and your toes are curling, when you cry out, “Baby, I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it, baby. Wanna watch.” He’s quiet, paying close attention to your body and the reactions he’s helping pull from it. He’s part of the reason why your face looks so pornographic as you finish. He’s part of the reason why your back is arching off of the bed. He’s part of the reason why your toes are curling, and why your legs are shaking, and why your pussy is contracting over the toy he’s still thrusting inside of you, working you through every last second of your orgasm. He reads your body cues, and slows down and pulls it out when you start to come down. You look blissed out, and you bring a hand to your hair and fluff it a little before laughing.

“That was good.” You sigh smiling, and when you look at him an image forms in your head, and you have every intention of making him carry it out.

Right before your eyes, Jeongguk wraps his lips around the toy that is going to be inside of him in just a short while, sucking off your slick. He laps his tongue around it trying to get it all. He’s obscene. 

“Gimme,” You say sitting up with an extended hand. 

He pouts at being interrupted, but does as he’s told. He takes your spot on the bed, and you head to the bathroom, stopping by your dresser on the way.

When you get to the bathroom, you close the door and get to cleaning the toys once again. After, you get to the stuff you grabbed from the wardrobe. A lacy pair of black panties, and sheer black thigh highs with matching lace adorning the tops. You slip into them, and then move on to the strap on. You hold it in front of you and try to make sense of which part goes where, and which holes your legs go into. It takes a second, but you get into it, adjusting it so it's nice and snug. Your outfit probably won’t help much with protecting your thighs, but at least the little part above your pussy will be safe. You look at yourself in the mirror. Not too weird or scary yet. You glance at the dildo on the counter.

It’s not too big so hopefully it’s not too… jarring when you see yourself with it. You get to work, slipping the suction base of the non-vibrating toy into the ring that’s meant to hold it in place. You look at it sticking out from your crotch and take a deep breath before turning to the mirror.

You gasp, before cackling quietly. You knew it was going to be weird. Like you knew. But actually seeing yourself with the whole get up is funny. Right now at least. You know it’s going to be sexy, once you get used to it and into the moment and inside of Jeongguk. You wonder how he’s going to react. Only one way to find out.

While you're walking to your bedroom from the bathroom, the dildo bobs, and you're giggling distractedly until you lift your eyes to let your boyfriend know you're ready. Again you’re met with a scene so indecent it belongs in a porno.

Jeongguk’s eyes are closed and soft moans are falling from his lips as he strokes his cock. He’s got three fingers in his ass, opening himself up for you, for your cock. Such a good good boy. He was so patient and productive while you got ready for him.

“You’re so good baby,” You murmur softly.

Jeongguk blinks his eyes open slowly, and rolls his head to the side to look at you. He doesn’t even falter in his movements at all, hand still moving, fingers still thrusting. He smiles a little when he sees you, but his eyes are hazy and he sounds lust drunk when he simply says, “You look sexy.”

You blush and a fond smile graces your lips, any embarrassment or self consciousness you were feeling prior to seeing him spread out for you on your bed, quickly vanishing.

You settle on the bed between his legs and watch for a moment as his hole takes his long fingers in. “Want me to help?” You ask quietly.

“Mhmm,” He nods, eyes closed still, tongue peeking out from between his lips. He doesn’t take his fingers out, though.

You grab the lube next to him, and flip it open. “You gonna get out so I can get in?” 

He shakes his head. “Nuh uh. Put one in with mine.”

Something about that makes your body tingle. Inside of him with him. Opening him up. You can’t explain it, because you don’t really even get it yourself, but it makes you buzz and feel almost high.

You slick up your middle finger, and drizzle some more on his for good measure. He jumps slightly, and then giggles softly.

“Cold.” He says.

“Sorry,” You say distractedly. Your finger is lined up with his now.

“I’ve never done 4 before so you… have to go slow…” He pauses as he speaks, letting himself moan freely when his fingers graze over that secret spot that he’s grown to love so much.

“Tell me to stop if you need to.”

He doesn’t reply, just stops his fingers so you can wiggle yours in next to his. At the first push against his hole, there’s resistance. Very much expected. He’s quiet, teeth gritted, but he never says stop, knowing his body wants it, and knowing it will accommodate what he wants. After the second knuckle, your finger sinks in, almost gets sucked in, by his hole.

He lets out a shaky breath.

“You okay, baby?” You check in.

“Yeah just… full.” He moans when you wiggle your finger experimentally. “”S good. Move it some more.”

You do, and his start to move with yours. You can feel his fingers curl inside of himself to reach his prostate, and it’s pleasant in an out of body way, knowing when his face is going to contort in pleasure, and when he’s going to cry out, when you never really knew before. You’ve milked him before, of course, but feeling him do it to himself from the inside? It’s kind of thrilling.

“Pull, stretch me out.” He moans, voice impatient and needy.

He gets kinda slutty when something’s up his ass.

He swears when you do, his finger rubbing insistent circles on his prostate to distract himself from the minor sting of the stretch. His moans, start to raise in pitch and his hand that’s on his cock, still jerking it, starts to speed up. You can tell he’s close. He clenches against your finger that’s still stretching him open.

“Fuck,” He says, on a breathless giggle, “Take them out. Or I’m gonna cum.” He’s still stroking his cock, like he doesn’t wanna stop.

“You c-” 

“No. Out.” He demands, hand finally pulling away from his cock, and his fingers inside stop. You gently ease out of him.

When Jeongguk’s fingers slip out, you gasp. His little pink hole is clenching on nothing, still open just the tiniest bit, thoroughly stretched.

“You know how you always say my pussy is pretty?” You ask, fingers tracing around the puffy stretched rim.

He makes an affirmative noise, watching you with hooded, lazy eyes as you touch him. He even spreads farther so you can touch and see better. You marvel at the difference between the embarrassed boy you made cum untouched a couple months ago, and the one in front of you now, so comfortable and relaxed. It makes you happy.

“Well, your butthole is pretty.”

He snorts, and kicks you lightly. He smiles at you, soft and sluggish. “Just fuck me.” 

He sounds so wistful and just ready.

But you’re not.

You grip the base of your cock, and stand up. You walk to the head of the bed, next to his confused face. You stay there waiting for him to get it. He doesn’t.

“You want me inside of you right baby?” You ask, voice gentle.

He nods, eyes no longer hazy, but wide and confused. He looks between you and your cock.

“I think that means you have to get me ready. Get me nice and wet, right?”

You can physically see when Jeongguk gets it. When it clicks for him. His eyes darken, and he licks his lips. “Yeah… You’re right. I should… help you.” He whispers, sitting up. You back up enough for him to have a place on the floor.

Jeongguk on his knees for you isn’t a new sight. He’s eaten your pussy like this before, you either grinding onto his face, or him holding you still and making quick work of your clit. But Jeongguk on his knees for you to suck your cock? New, and lewd. 

He looks nervous, kind of hesitant. A hand is raised midway, like he isn't sure if he should grab it. 

“Lick it, baby.” You encourage.

He glances at you, doe eyes seeking approval as he leans forward and gives a kitten lick to the tip. You nod, letting him know he’s doing well. His hand comes up and replaces yours at the base and he opens his mouth enough to wrap his lips around the head, and he swirls his tongue.

He pops off, and strokes up to where his mouth was and spreads the little bit of spit. The silicone is still dry though, so he spits on it more, straight from his mouth. You suck in a breath.

“Fuck, you’re so hot baby.” You whisper a breathy moan as his hands move up and down your cock. He adds his mouth again.

He hums a little, before backing up and looking at you again. “Does that feel good?” He asks.

You laugh lightly, in pure awe of him. He’s so sexy, and so sweet, and so incredibly lust inducing. Your pussy aches behind your cock. “Feels so good, baby. You’re doing so good.”

He hums, still stroking you off. “I really want it inside me…” He says, hinting that he’s ready.

You have mercy on him, having fulfilled your newfound personal fantasy enough for the night. Maybe you could revisit it another time. But now it was time to fulfill a mutual fantasy.

“On the bed, hands and knees.” You tell him.

Excitedly he hops back onto the bed, and gets into position, his hole on display for you. His back is arched and you can see the plush swell where his lower back meets the top of his cheeks. You settle behind him, and his shoulder to waist to hip ratio, is sinful. He’s always had the daintiest waist, strong, but still so small. But at this angle, it’s cinched and the way his legs are spread makes his hips look wider, accentuating the dip at his middle. You rub your hands over the narrow curve, all the way to his cheeks, grabbing handfuls of the muscle. There’s a slight give when you squeeze your hands.

Jeongguk’s head drops, and he lets out a shuddering sigh, he’s got the chills again, and he’s got a constant thrum coursing through his body. “Please…” He moans, so quietly, so desperately.

You kiss the small of his back before grabbing the lube left abandoned on the bed. You lather 2 of your fingers, and push them into Jeongguk’s hole making sure he’s nice and slick. There’s no resistance at all, hole loose and ready enough for them to slip right in. Then you lather your cock, probably with too much lube, honestly, but you wanted to be so sure that he didn’t feel any more pain than absolutely necessary. You knew the first initial push in would be the worst, but you were hopeful you both had stretched him out enough to at least minimize or diminish it altogether. 

You grab the base of your cock and line it up with his hole. It flutters, when you barely press against his rim.

“Ready?” You ask, giving a heads up.

“Yeah.” He says softly.

He’s tight. His hole sinks in with the tip of your cock before the rim gives and swallows around it. Jeongguk tenses and his hands grip the blanket under you. 

“Shit…” He groans. He sounds like he’s clenching his teeth.

You rub soothingly at his lower back, fingers dipping when you run them over the dimples at the bottom of his spine. “You’re doing so good baby.” You tell him.

“Doesn’t really hurt, I’m just stretching.” He says through his teeth. “I can take it though, keep going.”

You grab the lube and drizzle more directly onto his hole. He doesn’t mention the cold this time, too focused on taking your cock. You push against him, and feel yourself sink deeper into him. It’s like after the tip was in, his body knew what to do to take the rest. The slide wasn’t a swift, fast stroke, but it was a smooth and slow glide. When you bottom out Jeongguk’s arms give out from under him, his face going to the bed. 

“Holy fuck.” He keens, resting his head on his arms. Your hands are constantly on him, soothing him in any way that you can.

“Tell me when.” You whisper patiently. He nods. With his head turned to the side and pillowed on his arms, you can see his eyes are squeezed shut. The inhales and exhales you can see in the expanding of his ribcage, tell you that he’s taking deep breaths working through the stretch, getting himself used to it.

“Okay… Ready.” He murmurs.

You pull out just a bit before pushing back in. Jeongguk moans softly. Spreads his legs even wider, arches his back even deeper. He’s pushing his ass out for you, his body begging you to make it feel good.

You keep a slow pace, kind of nervous to speed up. 

“You can go faster, feels nice.” He says. He’s been puffing out little gasps of air every time you bottom out with your slow pace.

With his consent, you grab at his hips and pull out to just the tip, before swiftly pushing back in, fast and hard. His cheeks bounce on the impact. You grab one and jiggle it a little, thrusting into him again, drinking down the whines that slip out.

“You’ve got such a bubble butt, I never noticed before. But it like… bounces.” You say, wonder in your tone. 

“Thanks, can you like tell me about it later?” He asks, voice strained.

Point taken. 

Your thrust game is kind of shitty, in reality. It’s hard to find a rhythm, your hips not used to moving this way. But Jeongguk is moaning freely underneath you, just happy to have something inside of him after thinking about it all week. So you keep going, and eventually, the pattern comes to you, still kind of messy, but now you’ve got him cursing beneath you. You’ve got one hand on his ass, the other braced on his arched spine.

A particularly good thrust has Jeongguk burying his face into the bed, teeth biting at the bedding. “Yeah fuck-” He groans with his mouth full of blanket. With his hands now free, he brings them behind him and settles them on his cheeks and spreads.

You watch clearly as your cock sinks into Jeongguk’s ass. You’re out of breath, but you make sure to tell him how good he looks, how pretty his hole looks swallowing your cock, like it was made to take it.

“Wanna ride you.” He says. His voice is pitifully wrecked and he sounds so thoroughly fucked, you feel a little proud. Still, you’re grateful for a break. You don’t know how he fucks you like he does. ‘Topping’ is tiring. You pull out of him, and realize that when you were in awe of his hole at taking your fingers, it was premature. Jeongguk’s hole after he takes your cock is vulgar. It’s properly gaped now. Not huge, but around a fingers width.

He rolls over, and settles on his back like he just needs a moment. His chest is heaving, similar to yours. You hop off the bed, and a needy keen comes from him. You glance back at him, and he looks like he’s going to get up and follow you, but you hush him gently.

“I’m just getting some water, baby. I’ll be right back.” 

He huffs flopping back onto his back. “Hurry please.” He whines.

You get back as soon as possible with a glass of water for you both to share. He sits up onto one elbow and makes a grabby hand for the cup after you’ve had your share. You swat his hand away and hold the cup to his lips. He hums, gulping the water down. He’s happy to be coddled and taken care of. When he finishes with a cute little gasp, you place the cup to the side, and brush your hand through his sweaty hair. 

He butts his head against your palm and laughs. His eyes shut, and crinkled at the corners. His water break seems to have perked him up. His cock hasn’t deflated one bit. Rock hard and red, throbbing against his tummy. It’s messy and wet too.

You’re about to ask if he touched himself while you were inside of him, but before you can, you’re getting manhandled until he’s on top of you. He’s got your hands pinned above your head, and he smiles at you playfully, before leaning down to kiss you, deep and slow. He sucks on your lip, and slowly grinds his cock onto your belly, soft whines spilling from his tongue. He brushes his nose against yours as he sighs into your mouth, finally allowing himself the pleasure of paying attention to his cock. 

He doesn’t allow himself relief for long, however. He’s sitting up and looking from side to side for the lube before finally spotting it. His movements are quick and hectic, like he’s too excited and overly eager.

You rub your hands over his strong thighs. “Hey, slow down. You don’t have to rush. We have all night.”

He sighs at your touch, and nods softly. He whispers. “Yeah… okay. I love you.”

The little affection makes you swoon, absolutely smitten. “I love you.” You squeeze at his legs, tenderly.

He hums. “Gonna ride you now.” He opens the lube and continues with eager actions, almost like you didn’t even slow him down just a moment ago. You smile fondly to yourself. Jeongguk’s too busy slicking up your cock again to notice the mushy look.

He’s got a hand reaching behind him and he’s gripping your cock to line it up with his hole. He wiggles to get into the right position before slowly starting to sink down. His eyebrows are pinched, and his mouth falls open. But his eyes roll back when he bottoms out. His hands are braced on your stomach.

“Oh, I love it like this.” He whimpers. His legs tense at your sides, almost like he’s trying to close his legs at the pleasure he feels from your cock being tucked inside of him, hitting all the right places. He starts to grind on your cock, soft pleasured little mewls just tumbling off his tongue.

He looks so good, whining, grinding on you with his weeping cock displayed. But you wanna see him lose it on your cock. See him fall apart at how good it feels, not watch him bask in it.

“Bounce on it.” You say, voice sounding almost as fucked out as his. You know your panties are soaked through at this point, pussy pulsing and neglected, tucked away behind the strap.

Jeongguk nods. “Yeah, wanna.” 

He’s lifting himself off your cock to the tip before sliding down on it again, hard and fast. It punches a sharp gasp from his lungs. He finds a pace he likes and keeps it up, his thighs tensing, and his abs flexing as he tests his stamina, chasing that euphoric feeling he wants so so badly. He’s so strong and fit, bouncing up and down on your cock as loud unabashed moans fill the room. 

The force of him riding you makes your tits jiggle, bouncing around until they catch his attention. He groans before his hands find them, squeezing hard, using them as leverage as he pulls and drags his hips over yours. Your cock must be rubbing over his prostate because he’s losing his mind. All kinds of noises leave his mouth, and the expressions he makes are filthy.

“Fuck baby. You make me feel so good. The best- I-” He eyes squeeze shut and his mouth opens in a silent moan, overwhelmed, before a guttural groan sounds from deep within his chest. “God. Wanna cum on your cock, baby. Fuck me-”

You laugh, wonderstruck, and kind of deliriously high on the satisfaction and fulfillment you get from seeing Jeongguk feel so just…. Good. “Yeah baby? You’re gonna cum for me? All over my cock?”

He whimpers and nods as he gets back to bouncing, a desperation to his movements that wasn’t there before. His cock is slapping against both of your stomachs with nasty wet noises due to his precum getting everywhere. You feel some fly and hit your neck, his cock just dripping, weeping and begging to cum. 

It won’t be long though, before he cums. You feel the way his thighs tense, and he gets that confused look on his face, and he’s got that puzzled pitch to his moans. It’s the way he always gets when he cums untouched, always in awe that he can do it himself, without a hand around his cock. His whole body is flushed and hot to the touch, sweat making him glow in the soft light of your bedroom lamp.

He throws his head back, neck extended, and veins bulging, before looking down at his bouncing cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He’s so whiny and noisy when he moans.

“Yeah?” You ask again, “Do it baby, show me how. You can do it, cum for me.” 

He’s nodding frantically, “Yeah- I’m gonna... Fuck, yes- Yeah, I’m-” He bounces a few more times, silent aside from the obscene squelching noises of your skin meeting, before his body tenses one last time before that string in him snaps. “Cumming-” He chokes it out. His moans don’t stop the whole time his cock shoots out his load, landing on your tummy. The moans even turn into cries, actual tears filling his eyes and falling down his cheeks. His body jerks and twitches with his orgasm. But still, he’s grinding on you, your cock still rubbing that spot inside of him, it’s like he never wants the feeling to end, even if it’s devastating, bordering on too much to handle.

You smooth your hands all over his sweaty body, before firmly placing them on his hips, stopping him. “Hey. You’re good, you did so good baby, you don’t have to keep going.”

Jeongguk’s cries are quiet, and he takes a few deep stuttering breaths to try and calm himself down, nodding with your soothing words. He rubs the back of his hand at his eyes, trying to dry them. It doesn’t help much, he’s calmed himself some but a few silent tears still make their way out, along with some soft hiccupping breaths.

“Lay down, and wait for me, hmm?” You whisper gently. He nods and lifts himself slowly, wincing at the sore ache in his hole. It’s more prevalent now that the pleasure has subsided. He all but collapses onto your pillow. 

“I’m gonna get some more water, and a towel okay?”

He grunts in response.

Before you go, you strip out of the gear, just tossing it on the ground, eager to get back to Jeongguk after getting the things you need.

When you get back, he is in the same exact position, and you laugh lightly. 

“Baby?” You ask, making sure he didn’t fall asleep.

Another grunt.

Good, he would hate you in the morning if you left him to sleep being so messy.

“Sit up, I have water and snacks and cleaning supplies.”

His head pops up. “Snacks?” His hair is sticking up on one side.

You laugh, endeared. He’s not crying anymore either, a good sign that he will be okay in just a little while after some kisses and love.

“Yeah, I got some of those seaweed chips you like, and some water.”

He sits up, leaning back on the pillows knowing the drill for after butt stuff. You hand him the water and the chips. He eats first.

“You hungry?” You ask, fitting yourself between his legs with the warm washcloth. He opens easily, munching away. You both are far past after sex shyness.

He talks with his mouth full. “Yeah. Jimin said not to eat the day off.”

You hum curiously, but don’t question it. Jimin partakes in butt stuff much more than you both. 

You’ve got all the lube cleaned off his thighs and cheeks, now all that’s left is his hole. You do it as gently as you can, knowing he’s sore just from how red and swollen and puffy it is.  But he still winces.

“How bad is it?” He mumbles.

You hesitate. “Um… You’re gonna be a little sore.” You tell him simply.

He groans, before downing his water. When he’s done, he says, “Practice is going to suck.”

You nod in agreement. It was. You wrap the used cloth in the blanket you used to protect your sheets, once again just tossing the bundle to the floor.

“Worth it though,” He smiles, pleased.

You chuckle as you find your place by him. He’s set his refreshments aside and lets you curl against him. His body sags with exhaustion when he feels your warmth press into him. You plant kisses on every inch of skin you can reach. He purrs.

“Why’d you keep going?” You ask, between smooches.

“I don’t know… it just felt so good. I guess I didn’t want it to stop.” He’s quiet, and his words are said on a sigh.

You nod, your kisses making your way to his lips. You just kiss him, slow and easy, for a few minutes until he yawns into it. He giggles.

“I’m so tired man.”

“I bet man.” You tease.

He kisses you one more time before asking, “Will you tickle my back until I fall asleep?” It’s hopeful and so sugary sweet.

“Yeah roll over.”

It’s barely a few minutes before you're met with his soft snores. You kiss his shoulder blade, before following right behind him.

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you ask for pegging and you shall receive :] i hope you liked it and that it met ur pegging standards askdkhjd as always, comments and feedback and asks and notes are loved and appreciated. thank you for reading friends ily :* 

[p1nkwitch]

This one goes for you two for making me ship this! @trustworthy-liar @nonbinaryeye

Some delicious Rosie/Tadeas for the heart, plus lonelyeyes too cause im a simple woman.

Rosie was not paid enough for what she has to deal with on a regular basis. Usually her job is fairly easy, receiving a few calls, answer some emails for her boss.

Simple stuff.

She can even ignore the pressing feeling of being observed as judged all over the institute that she gets! Shame it wasn't a few years earlier when it could have saved her marriage. But well, life moves on.

No, its not that why she was in a bad mood.

Elias and his husband got into a fight again and they were being passive aggressive.

Again.

She has been receiving messages from the captain to tell her boss how annoying and insufferable he is.

It is the worst thing ever.

And it's not the first time that it happens, she wonders why they don't divorce for real, if they hate each other so much why not stay apart for real! Why go the length to do this charade!

Yet she has no answer, no moment that illuminates her tired and coffee deprived mind.

Only agony at having to bring her boss all the left messages from his husband.

She hates her job so much and if she didn't want to know so badly what the hell is wrong with this place for real she would have quitted a long time ago.

Another day, another annoying morning, she was about to start preparing herself to the new wave of messages to deliver when-

“Hello?” A man approaches her with a tired look. A very handsome one mind you.

“Yes sir? Are you lost, do you help?” Despite being good looking, Rosie doesnt let it disturb her, instead she goes directly to her people managing voice.

“Oh! No, well yes, my boss sent me to deliver these messages by hand to his husband… they are having a bit of a strife right now. So is this Elias Bouchard office?”

Hus-?

Oh!

“You must work for Mr Lukas then! Yes, that is his office, I will let him know you are here Mr…?”

“Tadeas Dahl, pleasure to meet you…?”

“Rosie, Rosie Zampano. Just give me a second”

She imagines that would be the end of it, however the fight must be quite the thing, because Tadeas starts to come everyday, sometimes he delivers the messages and waits for Elias to call him in again to give him a note for Peter.

She feels like they were somehow stuck in school dealing with kids delivering their crushes notes.

Albeit these ones are probably curses.

Because of that she gets to talk with the man, he was… quiet, only answered if she asked him something first and it was a bit annoying she will admit. She craved answers from whatever was going on and this man surely must have something if he works for Mr Lukas and he trusts him enough to deliver messages.

Her staring must make him uncomfortable because he starts to ask her things to pass the time. Or maybe stop her from prying, and she hesitates, but there isn't anything bad about the questions, they are innocuous at abest.

So she relents and talks about herself. She doesn't catch on to how softly he kept looking at her and how his questions became more personal. Tadeas was also sharing about himself unprompted and it made her too excited to realize that sometimes he would flirt with her.

Her ex-husband was loud, his tone of voice would sometimes make her flinch a bit, Tadeas always had the same soft spoken tone, he had a little bit of a drawl in some words, it was… kind of charming.

One day Tadeas comes over with a bouquet of roses, she already pities them, Elias hates to recibe flowers, something about Peter mocking him.

She is unsure how he could mock him with such a nice gift. Her ex never bought her something so pretty.

“Shame about those”

“How come?” He gives her a hesitant look.

“Elias doesn't like flowers from Peter” At that Tadeas face relaxes and he smiles down at her and oh-

Oh it was a lovely smile wasn't it?

“Good luck then they aren't for him Miss Rosie” She blinks uncomprehending for a few seconds when it catches up to her.

“Oh!”

“Yes… if you want them…?” And well, she does. Smiling a bit more coquettishly, she nods.

“Why I would love them Mr Dahl” Standing up a bit, she was still definitely shorter than him. Rosie was just a few inches shorter than Elias and Peter and Tadeas were around the same height.

“They are very beautiful”

“Not as much as the person receiving them” Her face burns bright and he chuckles a bit, again she is struck with how lovely it sounds. Not too loud but enough for her to listen and enjoy.

“Well, I feel bad now, I don't have anything to give you back…”

“I wasn't expecting you, i just… wanted to show my appreciation” Appreciation huh?

“Mm, well… Care to give me your hand?” Curiously he offers it, with a smile and an excitement she hasn't felt since her days at college, she grabs a pen and writes her number on a piece of paper, offering it to him.

“I am afraid I can only offer that, if you want it…?” And miracles of miracles, the man's face cracks and she sees a small blush on his cheeks.

“Well- how could i-” Her phone rings and she laughs nervously and picks it up, Elias says he is done and to let Mr Dahl come in to deliver his message of the day. Relying on the message to the man, he nods and leaves the flowers on her desk.

Ten minutes later he comes back and before leaving he asks for paper and a pen. He scribbles something and gives it to her.

“So you know im for real, would hate for you to think i'm… well not being serious” Her cheeks burn a bit and she smiles at him.

“In that case, may you lean down a bit?” He complies and she kisses his cheek.

“For the trip back” His face was priceless and Rosie had a hit of confidence.

Two days later he sends her a text asking if she is free to have dinner and finally talk for real instead of stealing moments between meetings.

Rosie grins and accepts the invitation.

They have a wonderful time.

“Told you I was right!”

“Oh yes of course you are, you are cupid incarnated you silly little man”

“I won the bet so hush” Peter kisses Elias cheek and spins them.

“I am already dancing aren't i?”

“Mm yes you are” Elias is having so much fun, he didn't originally intended for Rosie and Tadeas to get together. He and Peter were having fun just pretending to fight and sending each other little messages that were actually flirting.

Its when he realized that the lonely man was getting a crush on his secretary that he made a bet to get Peter to dance with him.

It ended up well for everyone involved at least.

“Really how did you even figure they would hit it off!!” His husband is so silly.

“The eye chases knowledge and the lonely tries to hide away. Don't you think they match each other perfectly?” Peter dips him without warning and kisses his neck.

“And when we get too out of it you eye types see us into solidity again huh?” He mumbles against his throat making him shiver.

“Exactly”

“Mmm good” And they kiss.

And somewhere else Rosie kisses her own lonely man, who also likes to have a bossy little eye servant tell him what to do.

Everyone gets to enjoy themselves.

[withoneheadlight]

hellooooo it’s nsfw anon here with even more thoughts !! Ok so I literally cannot get your post about steve making billy come just by kissing outta my damn mind so imma brain dump it on you Rn.

So like yeah, billy finds out that Steve can do /that/ but he doesn’t realise that it’s literally only the tip of the iceberg with Steve. Billy has slept around before and but he’s always been the one to take care of his partners so he’s just not used to the way steve takes care of him, how he talks to him sweet and dirty while his hands and mouth roam Billy’s body, teasing him until he’s literally out of his mind with it.

One morning he wakes up in Steve’s bed already hard and dripping from his already forgotten dream, but he’s rutting and whining softly into the sheets, Steve nowhere in sight but his side do the bed still warm. Billy still isn’t used to waking up feeling soft and content so he indulges himself, rolling his hips into the bed while he imagines Steve’s mouth on him again. They haven’t exactly gone at it for a while so he’s extra needy and comes quickly, panting and shaking. He’s still dazed when he feels the bed dipping when Steve crawls to lay over him, slotting his hard cock between Billy’s ass with a “that feel good baby? Yeah? You sounded so good whining my name out, sugar” and billy just- he hasn’t even recovered from his first orgasm nor is he fully awake but he already feels his dick twitching again, arching his back to stick his ass out more for steve. And Steve just can’t help himself. He hasn’t had time alone with billy for a while and he hasn’t had him this soft and dazed since they both found out he could make billy come just from his tongue so he spends the better part of the hour teasing billy. Kissing every inch of his body, biting at his nipples, sucking on his jaw and of course fucking his tongue in and out of Billy’s mouth, a favourite for them both. And that’s all before he starts eating billy out until he cries and finally, /finally/ when billy is wrecked with sobs and his eyes are big blue and teary, does Steve slip into him, whispering into his ear. “Yeah baby? That what you need? Just need somethin in you don’t you? Filling you up and stretching you out good. So good for me, Bill.” And billy can’t even think let alone respond. He has a mix of tears drool puddled under his cheek and he’s overwhelmed because what the /fuck/? Nobody’s every treated him like this. And Steve’s being so sweet, taking care of him and cooing at all his whimpers and whines, but the filth coming out of his mouth makes him feel dirty in the best way, makes him feel like a slut and maybe finally it clicks for him? This is the king Steve everyone was talking about. Yeah ok bye that’s all I have I worked myself up with that so I’m gonna drink some water before I pass out and let u do what u want with this bye bye luv u !!

Holy shit NSFW!ANON you live up to you name don't you? You killed me with this. Death by brain-bonner. So. Fucking. Hot. 

And also, Billy getting like this because the way Steve takes care of him it's the biggest turn-on of his life??? HELL YESS "Billy still isn’t used to waking up feeling soft and content so he indulges himself, rolling his hips into the bed while he imagines Steve’s mouth on him again" the hottest thing, I tell you, rutting + sleepiness + happiness + king steve + "eating billy out until he cries" there's something better??? no it's not! 

And ohhhhhh God. I bet it's Steve too who got him like that. Bet he does it sometimes, feeding filthy words into Billy's ear on those sweet moments between wakefulness and slumber, sneaking into the remnants of his dream like the wet dream he himself is, making Billy hard and leaking with the mere sound of his voice and the things  he says. Oh, the things he says.

Bet it isn't the first time Steve has make him cum just from that, wrapping his arms around billy afterwards, kissing him fully awake with lips that can't get fully rid of a suspicious, satisfied grin, Billy's cum still hot between their bodies "Mmmmph, why are you looking at me like that, Steven?" and Steve's laughter vibrating in both their mouths as he keeps on kissing him "'Cause I'm pretty sure you had a hell of a dream, babe. Pretty sure I was in there" and Billy getting suddenly aware of the sticky wetness covering their bellies and blushing all over because Steve is using his King Steve Voice and Billy not only came all over himself but he's also getting hard a g a i n and Steve was insufferably full of himself already but for the look on his face Billy can tell he has just make it even worse (again) but, you know what? He couldn't care less now because Steve makes him feel loved and happy and cherished so he can pay the small (–ish) price of bearing with his gigantic ego  xD xD xD.

(ok, that was probably too much? xD. IM SORRY. sometimes i just lose it nsfw!anon but i love so much the idea of billy having and 'easy trigger' even easier when it comes to our stevie boy here. and that combined with this idea of steve being very very good at making him cum and being the fucking  w o r s t about it sometimes but being so tender and so caring with billy at the same time, making him feel loved and safe simply ends me. ends me anon. and omg i'm thinking that, it gets sooooo bad, when billy finally finds out about the dream thing and steve won't stop being the cockiest bastard about making billy come with the sole power of his voice and in his dreams ("c'mon, hargrove. just admit it. i'm the hottest thing you can think of. i'm peak hottness on your mind") that one day billy makes this stupid comment to piss him off, calls him 'the cum whisperer' but like ironically, like "yeah, steven. you're so good, steven. you're a cum whisperer, steven. are you happy now?" rolling his eyes and all but, BUT—oh, steve IS happy. too happy. steve of course e m b r a c e s it, smug  and as he is, and now he calls himself 'the cum whisperer' and billy life is now a big 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️, but like VERY HAPPY 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️so not that bad. more like not bad at all. because he's— pretty much in love with his bratty, stupidly adorable king steve, he just refuses to give him the satisfaction to say it out loud (too much, anyway xD))

(aaand this is my cue to not answer things when i'm sleepy, i end up raving. xD. ignore me please)

 This was FANTASTIC nsfw!anon, and brightened my day in so many ways!! 🌟🌟🌟🌟🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥. I'll look forward for your asks if you want/feel in the mood/have the time to send them 💖💖💖 I love you and love seeing you around so much.

[mineshaft-birdie]

You better elaborate on that zora devil muriel argument >:[ im a dog gon wild, I demand the treat. (ง'̀-'́)ง

 As a human, Zora still had the capacity to care about Muriel’s feelings, so she’d never outright insult him. She felt extremely guilty and knew that she’s responsible for this whole mess that they’re in. That’s why she wanted to save him even when she probably could’ve escaped.

That being said, Thrall Zora is vindictive and outright malicious with Muriel. Especially when it comes to anything that would remind her of the past. Zora didn’t really have a choice when it came to losing her humanity like that. Since she wasn’t fully willing, the process was exceedingly painful. She holds a grudge against him because it wasn’t his choice to make for her(even if he says it was). The influence of The Devil’s realm makes it so much easier for her to hold a grudge and feel zero remorse about it.

Outta pocket insults under the cut

This scene starts in the throne room after a particularly bloody hunting trip.

When Zora gets in a mood about her newfound abilities or appearance, Muriel is quick to brush it off with a well timed distraction or just ignores her entirely.

It works most times so he makes himself comfortable and kicks his feet(or hooves) up onto the arm of the throne.

When he realizes she won’t let it go, he uses his go to deflection of “This is all your fault.”(it was a major lapse in communication that caused Zora’s deal with Lucio to fall through) which up until that point, had worked well enough at ending confrontations. 

Not this time.

I should mention that neither are prone to raising their voices, so from a distance, it might seem like a casual conversation.

“You’ve done as you were told all your life but when it mattered most you suddenly had a change of heart?”

Muriel’s taken aback but recovers and reminds her that she left him no choice. “I wasn’t privy to your thoughts back then. How was I to know you weren’t going to get yourself killed? I only did what was best for you. Now enough of this.”

He’s right about that first part, but the longer that Zora is a thrall, the less remorse and guilt she feels. Also, she hates it when he says something is ‘for the best’ or ‘for her own good’. She finds it smothering, demeaning and an overall false statement when it’s just him being selfish and possessive.

“Did I ever ask you choose? You’ve been holding that misstep over my head for years, but I don’t remember telling you to eat a goat heart.”

“It was a world-ending ‘misstep’ and don’t you dare forget that. You’ve always had trouble looking outside yourself, haven’t you? Your ego could’ve cost thousands their lives, if not more. You’re no master witch. Your true talents are far less refined.”

*Zora didn’t like that*

“You’ve been on such a power trip since you forced me into a monster. Was punching up too hard for you?”

This is probably the longest conversation they’ve had that doesn’t involve begging since Zora became a Thrall. And Muriel’s getting pretty damn tired of rehashing the past so he’s zoning out a this point, sinking annoyingly deep into his throne.

“Everything I’ve done for you has been out of love. I could take back what’s mine if you want to be ungrateful.”

“Oh I’m begging you. I loathe having the mental capacity to remember that I loved you at some point.”

That finally struck a nerve for Muriel. I like to think that what makes him really pissed is when MC questions the one thing that should be an absolute, their love for him. Anything else he can deal with because he’s patient. But MC falling out of love with him is very very scary.

He slowly rights himself on the throne, back straight.

“You don’t mean that.” It’s a statement. One that Zora feels to her core.

“Of course. Not yet at least.”

I really like getting the chance to dip into the worst sides of Zora. I had more concepts but they didn’t quite fit into this. I hope you liked it anon!

(I forgot to add sketches)))

I’ve been designing outfits for them but i have nowhere to put them so here.

[imaginethathaikyuu]

WAIT you’d write more bokuaka!!!! i’ve reread both parts so many timesss. could i request a scenario where bokuto feels insecure and like he doesn’t get much attention in the relationship, but he just misread the situation and reader and akaashi are actually planning a big surprise vacation for all 3 of them? super fluffyy and cuddly? thanks so much, dw if u don’t like this scenario for the bokuaka series! 💓💓💓

good morning bokuaka nation, todays forecast calls for angst but there may be a chance fluff on the horizon? stay tuned to em’s 24/7 news to find out 

im just considering all of my poly bokuaka fics a series at this point - and there have been three parts so far! part 1part 2part 3

gender neutral reader

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Koutarou was convinced that he was about to explode. 

He’d been dealing with feeling everything less than great for at least a week now, and something had managed to build up in his chest in the form of an emotion bomb. 

Simply put: Koutarou was jealous, impossibly so. And he couldn’t lie to himself anymore and keep pretending he wasn’t. 

You and Keiji had been acting different recently. Koutarou didn’t understand it - you two had been leaving him out of almost everything. You don’t even go to bed at the same time as he does - you both stay up late together every night while he’s in the cold bed, swearing he can hear you two giggling in the living room. 

And he hates himself for feeling this way - he doesn’t want to be the clingy one. But he never wanted your special relationship to turn into this. He was sure the three of you could love each other equally forever, that none of you would ever be left out, that three wasn’t a crowd. 

But Koutarou felt like an intruder in his own relationship. 

He was tired of you always showing Keiji things on your phone without letting him see them too; he was sick of Keiji handing you random envelopes as if you two were passing notes he wasn’t meant to see. There shouldn’t be any secrets, but you and Keiji seemed to be keeping a lot from him. 

More than anything, though, Koutarou missed you two. He missed your kisses and Akaashi’s cuddles; he missed how warm the two of you always kept him; he missed your random late night talks about silly things. 

And he was afraid you two didn’t miss him. What was there to miss, anyway? His loud voice? His immaturity? His - at times dangerous - forgetful nature?

His timer was about to run out. He couldn’t take it anymore - why couldn’t you two just be honest with him? 

He walked into the kitchen to find you both sitting at the table, you sitting on Akaashi’s lap, with your laptop in front of you. And neither of you even looked up at him. 

That was it. “Do you guys even want me here anymore?!”

That caused your eyes to snap up at him. 

“What?” you asked, unsure if you even heard him correctly. 

Koutarou didn’t know how to voice his frustration, emotion, worry. He was getting overwhelmed, and quite frankly, he felt stupid for even standing there. 

“You’ve both,” he started, trying his hardest not to raise his voice while also keeping his tears in, “You’ve both abandoned me for each other.” 

His words shocked you; you looked over at Keiji and could tell he felt the same. 

Bokuto stood with clenched fists as he waited for either of you to speak, to quell the anxiety he felt. His nails dug into his palm as he tried to calm down, but he just couldn’t. 

Keiji was the first to speak. “Bo…” 

And that’s it. That’s the only explanation either of you could offer him, one word, a stupid nickname that Koutarou didn’t even like being called. 

“Just forget it,” he said as he turned and stormed off. “I’ll just go to bed alone. Again.” 

And the slam of the bedroom door is what finally knocked the air back into your lungs after Koutarou’s words took it away. 

“We… haven’t been good,” Keiji mumbled, now resting his forehead against your shoulder. 

“I didn’t think… I thought…” 

You both thought you were hiding your secret from him well. You only just realized that to do that, you were completely avoiding the man so you didn’t have to lie to him. Keeping a secret from Koutarou wasn’t easy. His kind eyes and smile just seemed to pull it out of you. 

Not only that, but the secret you were keeping was one that took a lot of planning to even exist. So you had to keep it hidden for well over a week. 

You had both been avoiding him for a week. 

You were planning a surprise beach vacation as a way to reward him for all the hard work he had been doing lately; turns out, planning a week long trip to a beach resort for three was a bit more complicated than you first realized. 

“We need to go apologize,” Keiji said. “Hopefully before he does anything irrational.” 

“It’s Bokuto,” you said, standing up and leading the way. “He thinks we don’t want him anymore - he’s probably already got a suitcase packed.” 

“Don’t say that,” Keiji mumbled behind you. 

You knocked on the bedroom door, not expecting to get any response. And you didn’t. 

“You should do the talking,” you said to Keiji.

“Why? He likes you more.” 

“But you’re better at -” 

Suddenly the door opened and a sad Koutarou grumbled, “If you came here to explain why you love each other more than me, you can save it.” And then he walked back to the bed before quite literally flopping down onto it, pulling a pillow over his face so neither of you could see him. 

“Should we tell him, Y/N?” 

“Tell me what?”  he asked into the pillow. 

“Well, considering we just finished planning it, now seems like a good time…” 

“Planning what?!” 

There were so many things running through Bokuto’s mind. He had himself convinced that you two were going to break up with him then and there; he’d go from having two amazing, beautiful, perfect partners to having none; one of his biggest fears was about to come true. The anxiety spread like a wildfire. 

And then he felt the bed dip on either side of him. He felt two hands on his chest; he pulled the pillow off of his head to find you were both lying on either side of him. 

“We haven’t been acting sneaky because we don’t want you anymore,” you said to him. 

“Then why…”

“We were planning something behind your back,” Keiji said. 

“A trip, Kou, we were planning a trip - Keiji, don’t make it sound so ominous.” 

You then explained to Koutarou what the last week and a half had entailed; researching and booking and buying and planning. It was a bit of a last minute idea, and with summer fast approaching, you had to make your reservations while they were still available. It was all more stressful than you originally thought, even with Keiji’s help.  

“You’ve been working too hard for us, Kou,” you said. “We wanted to pay you back in the a way you deserved…” 

“And we wanted it to be a surprise,” Keiji said. “To be fair, that part was Y/N’s idea.”

“How’s that fair?” you asked. “It doesn’t matter - Koutarou… we love you, and we’re sorry for making you feel excluded, and - oof.” 

“You guys… I thought you were going to break up with me, but… this - this is such good news!” 

Bokuto pulled both of you into his chest and hugged you with a crushing grip because he just couldn’t help it - he was so relieved. Not only that, but he couldn’t believe you guys had been doing something so kind just for him. 

He was an idiot to think the worst - he felt really stupid, now, but most of all he felt thankful. 

“I really love you both,” he said happily. “Thank you, Y/N, thank you, Keiji.” 

“You’re crushing us,” Keiji said, and it only made Koutaru’s arm tighten around him even more. “I’m going to suffocate!” 

“Sh, you’re right where you belong,” Bokuto said to him, reaching down to kiss the top of his head. “You owe me these cuddles, you know.” 

“He has a point,” you said, and Bokuto gave your head a kiss, too. 

His arms loosened around you two to let you get comfortable, but he was stern in his request for cuddles. You rested your head on Koutarou’s chest, and Keiji curled into him, hugging his hips and using his stomach as a pillow. 

“I like being in the middle,” he giggled. “Akaashi’s usually here, he never gives me a turn!” 

“‘Cause it’s the warmest place,” Keiji mumbled. 

“And you get too hot,” you added. 

“I am pretty hot,” Bokuto said.

He was comfortable, he was happy. His mood had gone from the lowest low to the highest high so quickly - he was sure only you two could make him feel such extreme emotions; only his love for you both could cause those feelings. 

But in that moment, there was only one question on his mind. “So… when’s our trip?”

[ijoinedtoomanyfandomsilosttrack]

i have decided to live blog my reactions to the new netflix winx saga bc i heard it's apparently bad?? currently all i know abt it was they replaced techna and flora and also theres white-washing and fatphobia?? idk anyway i'm starting with ep 1

thoughts:

its definitely not 'colorful magical girls' like the original cartoon was

"feckin' sheep"

OH ITS DEFINITELY NOT COLORFUL MAGICAL GIRLS WHAT THE HELL THAT WAS A FULL ON SHEEP (?) CORPSE YOOOO I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT???? MAN IM NOT SCARED OF GORE BUT THAT CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD

big scary beast pog?

yeah,,, theres gore in there. rip farmer/shepherd dude

okay i have to give them credit for that pretty dope intro. its not the winx club theme but hey i kinda like it

ooooh this music is dope. time to add it to my spotify playlist

hmmm im assuming redhead girl is bloom?

girl with the plants is definitely flora (or whoever she is now)

blonde is deffo stella or smthin

girl with the headphones is musa i think

who's the dude?? i dont remember the names of the dudes in the original winx

Are they still using Bloom's backstory as like the princess (?) of a kingdom??

wAIT DO THEY STILL HAVE THEIR PETS?? LIKE BLOOM'S BUNNY??

"Wow. You are so lost. I'm impressed by your confidence in the face of complete ignorance. Issue is, you're overcommitted. I mean, you're essentially running." Did I somehow miss some backstory?? What is up with this dude what is going on??

man i dont like the blond dude?? what is going on?? i am confused??

i don't remember bloom's whole backstory but i think the show's still using it??

dude did a full 180

"Sorry, I'd be happy to--" "Mansplain it?" i would've loved this line more if bloom was a bit more petty than smiley

NEVERMIND SHE IS A LITTLE BIT PETTY HDJWKKEJG (edit: nope she's tryna flirt)

oh they have british accents but bloom is american

"Oh how very american of you." HSJDJKFKG

MAGIC RING WITH A PRETTY DESIGN POG

HAJDJFKKEKWJE OKAY SO FAR I REALLY LIKE STELLA???

transformation magic has been lost as they evolved?? thats definitely not foreshadowing for the winx's abilities /s

Hhhhh bloom probably committed arson /hj

Yeah she definitely committed arson (albeit accidentally)

can we get more characters in here? like ik bloom's the protag but please i need more characters

oop all the girls are dorm mates

"Lady of the Flies, don't be sexist" IK THIS WAS A JOKE BUT WHAT THE

OHHHHHHH AISHA POG!! Yeah yeah i remember her, her name back in the cartoon seemed to alternate(?) from Aisha and Layla!! She had the bubble powers!!

BLOOM'S A RAVENCLAW/SLYTHERIN POG

ah yes the classic magic is linked to emotion trope i love that!!

Oh flora's name is terra now okay. Not quite a fan of the name change, but hey

OH HER COUSIN'S NAME IS FLORA JGJFKKGKH

she's so chatty bc of nerves and yeah,, i can relate

headphone girl's eyes turned pinkish purple what?? she used magic??

Terra is me when talking to people

man headphone girl wasn't even talking to me and I got hit with that rsd

Okay i got the confirmation that headphone girl's name is musa alrighty

specialists?? what are those??

i dont like how this riv guy acts

i dont like how all of the guys act so far

yeah no i dislike most of the men who have had lines in the past 12 minutes

OHHHH BLOND DUDE'S NAME IS SKY

wait isn't he supposed to have long hair??

The teacher man is kinda scary

Oh so specialties are like soldiers or smthn

burned ones?? oh??

riv literally left the barrier to smoke?? bruh

the burned ones sounds so scary but man are the hollows from miss peregrines home for peculiar children are scarier

RIP riv this mf is gonna die

eeeeehh gross gore

mmmmm heres the fatphobia

beatrix doesn't give me good vibes

mmmmmm mom of the year award goes to bloom's mom. like ik ik youre worried but you didnt have to call your child a weird loner??? that shit hurts man (am i speaking from personal experience? mayhaps)

oh yay another sky and bloom interaction /s

i am begging this show to make one of the winx gay pleaseee

or bi

please just don't make all of them cishet

(who am i kidding,, they're all gonna end up in cishet relationships)

Are sky and stella exes??

bloom really found out that there aren't any people outside the barrier and dipped from the party even though it might be dangerous. mood

ooh pretty firefly thingies

yeah bloom deffo committed arson

arson pog

she's gonna straight up cause a forest fire

UH OH SHE CANT CONTROL IT

WATER FAIRY AISHA POG

Mmmm i dont like blooms parents

OH CHANGELING BLOOMS A CHANGELING

MMMMM MS DOWLING SUS VOTE HER OUT

I DONT LIKE RIV FUCK THAT GUY

FUCK OUTTA HERE WITH YOUR FATPHOBIA BITCH

yeah get his ass terra gET HIS ASS

Man alfea got that sweet cell signal

stella doesn't want bloom in alfea alrighty

musA IS A MIND FAIRY?? I THOUGHT SHE WAS A MUSIC ONE??

bruh stella i take whatever nice thing i said about you

man i miss my girl techna

give me my tech fairy back

"y'know you don't have to be okay." bitCH YOU CALLED HER A WEIRD LONER AND TOOK HER DOOR

mmmmm okay bloom's mom im giving you one more chance do not fuck it up

weird creepy building ew

oh its where she slept in

oop she gonna get jumped by burned ones

OOP SHE LOST THE RING

yeah fuck this im skipping i hate scenes like these

FUCK THE BURNED ONE TOOK THE RING

yeah sky and stella were exes

yeah no stella you gotta live the consequences of ur actions

Beatrix and riv are a duo that i do not need

terra is tryna reach out aw

oooh musa's an empath

oh okay ms. dowling isnt as sus anymore okay

who the hell is this rosalind character??

lmao watch her be bloom's bio mom

hooded character???? who are you???

OH GOD SHE'S A TRIX (?) like the one with the lightning powers

WAIT BEATRIX

FUCK

me: i've connected the dots

also me: you didn't connect them

FUCK SHES FREEIN THE BURNED ONE DAMNIT

FUCK I CALLED IT

final conclusion: so far i hate like half of all the characters in this show. the literal only people i trust is ms. dowling, terra, aisha, and the kid that riv picked on. everyone else i mildly dislike (stella) or can go fuck themselves (riv)

[elliethesuperfruitlover]

tw/venting

so im once again randomly sad at 1:30 and honestly i hate it. i always seem to get really just down and upset during the early morning. (probably because i need to be sleeping) but this is stressful to be honest. im feeling a ton of guilt that i shouldnt even feel bad about. right, so we all know that im how old? a minor, and like.......im fine with that. im fine being this age. but like....i feel like im carrying feelings for things that dont even have to do with me. some people are like “yeah, i dont want minors interacting with my content” and for some reason, i always wonder if it has something to do with me. it doesn’t, but i feel this secondhand guilt for some reason, and it hurts. and i know it’s really selfish of me to do that, and im victimizing myself with this. i always obey the “MDNI” on people’s posts, but sometimes i feel like i did something bad. like with smut, specifically, i completely understand why people wouldn’t want minors interacting with that, it makes so much sense.

then i start feeling really upset about how i literally write smut, and read it. im starting to feel like there’s something wrong with me for having written smut, and had a specific audience read and react to it. i sometimes feel gross for just wanting to read smut. and a lot of the fandoms i read smut for may have the “MDNI” on it, which is fine, but after that, I feel this deep trench form, and it’s the worst thing. i just feel like im weird, and dirty for wanting to read smut about characters. and here comes the argument of me, a minor, reading smutty ass fanfiction about grown characters, in some scenarios. of course, i imagine myself older, above legal age, but that doesn’t stop the nasty feelings I feel. and with characters that are my age, or around my age, like with my hero academia, like sure, i crush on sero and everything, but i feel awful about reading smut for him. or even thinking about smutty things.

this also briefly dips into how i interact with my mutuals’ fics, particularly the smuttier ones. i think ‘oh god, am i being gross by interacting with this’ and i know that if they have an issue with me interacting with their fics, they would say it, clearly, and explain what needs to be explained. and i love that. but i always feel like im the weird one here, like im the odd one out, i guess because of my age. and i absolutely love and appreciate that they’ve created a safe space for me. it’s just an internal thing that’s really bothering me. and i absolutely love my mutuals as well. and i know that they also love and appreciate me, i guess i just feel that guilt.

and i know that it’s completely normal for kids my age, and teens to think about, and sometimes desire sexual things. and i know that it’s fine to explore those thoughts. sometimes, though, i just feel like im being a hypocrite. i. e. some shoes marketed towards teens, such as euphoria, and riverdale (off the top of my head, not biased) portray teenagers that might not be accurate. i don’t know what it’s like to be y’know present in a high school, and there, but for my own experiences, at least, i feel like it’s not true, or at least not in all of its glory. im like the outlier for a lot of that stuff. and i know it probably exists in some places, but i feel like this is how society views teens, and what they expect from us. i feel this odd pressure to be everything that society expects me not to be. and on some posts and stuff, i see what seems to be a bit of a disdain for kids of my generation, or at least gen z and i just kinda freeze and panic. i go “oh god, do they think this of me” “do they hate me” and i know that they don’t but it’s this lingering thought of “this is what they think of other kids in the same group as you”. i know it doesn’t represent the entire view but i just feel like i cant say anything, or bring it up. it makes me feel like im the problem.

anyway, i feel like i can’t do some of the things that i want because im scared of what people will think of me. like, sometimes i just feel hot, y’know and of course, send nice photos to a pal or two, but i’d never post that shit publicly. why, you might ask? because im a minor, and just because i feel nice about myself doesn’t mean that i need other ppl being gross about it. some people always say “these teens are always posting stuff all over social media. they share everything on there.” one, yes, we do, some people should know better. but also, two, this is new, people are being misled, mistakes are going to happen. plus, when you dont have that outlet to do other things, you go where you may feel safer to do something. it may not even be the best choice either. i agree that teens shouldnt post everything to social media, but i also believe that we should be allowed to make mistakes too? and have a bit of fun (where it’s morally correct, im not talking about driving people to suicide, or posting nudes (or semi-nudes on insta when you’re 13, that’s just wrong) anyways. i just feel like i cant do anything bc im gonna get shit for it, and further promote an agenda, but at this point im kinda starting to tear myself down about other people’s opinions, and that’s shitty.

also i feel like teens cant do shit in GENERAL, but that’s another conversation for another fucking day.

i always try to keep my opinions and everything at bay, because i hate when conflict is directed at me. and i dont like the panic of waiting for someone to text, or message me when i had what could be considered a hot take. i feel like i cant disagree, or think differently. or even sometimes just speak my mind because im scared of the repercussions. so i kinda just shut up, and stay in my little corner, and i absolutely hate that. but i also dont like being vocal about my opinions because of the fear that it produces.

and also sometimes some of the shit that people come up with im like......okay, i feel like i cant joke about. like when i talk about “MILF dennys” or “DILF buffalo wild wings” I DONT WANT TO BE A MILF, NOR A DILF. i dont even want kids, so ahaha. i say that shit as a joke.

kids, get future milf out of your bio, unless you put a “/j” or “/hj” after it. also, you don’t want to be a sex worker, or a stripper. im pro sex-work, but don’t look at that as your ONLY job option. that shit gets people killed, or tortured, and mistreated. if it’s a joke, it’s a joke, but it’s a dangerous choice, and it’s your grave bestie. and no, people contradicting you isn’t sexist, or misogynistic UNLESS IT’S LITERALLY THAT. people can be like “i think your opinion is a little harmful, ngl” and you can respond respectfully and be like “do tell, im open to  listen” and not go off about someone not supporting your choices. if it’s something that you can avoid, do it. IF IT’S ILLEGAL, DONT DO IT. like, prostitution is illegal where i live, so if yall try to do that shit, dont expect to be given special treatment. people already see kids, women, and sex workers as what? OBJECTS. you’re nothing to people who may be incarcerating you one minute, and calling you for a 5 minute hookup the next. it’s not empowerment to be on places, and letting yourself be groomed and taken advantage of by nasty ass people who need to be locked up. i understand that you should be able to do what you wan, and wear what you want, but there’s some disgusting people out here.

and it’s also the usual shit bothering me, the pandemic, school, my brother saying fatphobic stuff, yada yada. i want a HUG. and i need to sit in someone’s lap for god’s sake anyways.

im also pretty sure that it’s NOT normal to have this many extreme changes in mood. like i was fine earlier yesterday but as soon as i see one thing that hits too close, im upset so....anyways.

also yes i feel bad about this because i really need to talk to someone about these issues, instead of y’know, letting them pile up and haunt me until im emotionally unavailable because i hide my feelings. this is further promoting other people’s view of teens oversharing on social media. but to be honest, people are going to hate gen z, and teens for a lot of shit. and i cant stop them from doing that. i can, however, keep myself out of their line of sight and dont cause issues about it. anyways, im gonna go rewatch some invincible (wow 3rd time now). and try to keep my mind off of wanting to be in someone’s arms while we make out. :) 

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

I’m sorry if this is weird, but I’m really confused about my sexuality. I’ve recently started dating a guy and he’s super sweet but I don’t feel any attraction for him, romantic or otherwise. I know I’m asexual and I thought I was biromantic but I keep thinking about how much happier I would be if he was a woman. I’ve started thinking about my past experiences and I’ve realized I’ve never actually been attracted to any of the men I’ve dated but I’ve had several crushes on women that I’ve done nothing about cause anxiety. I grew up in a very conservative town and I’m wondering if I’ve just been in denial about liking women. Do you have any tips on how I can know for sure?

First of all, im really proud of you for reaching out, anon or not cause this stuff can be scary as hell so im really happy you felt comfortable enough to do that 💗 second, im gonna be honest and say a lot of what you just said is extremely close to my own experiences and the only reason I'm sharing this is because I wanna let you know that I get it. It might not necessarily mean anything, nor am I in any way insinuating what you might identify as because only you can do that. But I am more than happy to try and help you find your way.

As much as we might want to for how easy it would make things, we can't sit these things out and expect to get the answers we're looking for, sadly. A big part of what helped me find a piece of myself, specifically when I was still in a relationship with a very sweet, very patient and accommodating boy, I eventually discovered more about myself when I had time outside of our relationship. When I found out I was asexual, I told him and what this meant and I gave him time to think about if he still wanted to be in a relationship with me [cause if he did that would mean no kissing or cuddling etc ever, and I wanted him to understand he'd be giving that up] and I found myself so relaxed during the time we were "on a break" and I felt horrible that I did but it did help me realize and discern the difference between me liking him as human male and feeling comfortable around him, and actual romantic feelings.

I would maybe suggest taking time to evaluate your feelings, inside and outside of your relationship. One thing i know for certain... Self evaluation is key. And you're already doing a terrific job. Just coming to terms with these feelings is a big step in finding yourself. And it can be really hard and confusing to do that, especially when we grow up in a world so heavily concentrated on heteronormative [straight assuming] behaviors, literally everywhere. Little kids brains aren't just little sponges, they are fricking ShamWows that never leak and half the stuff they take in, including through subtext, is boy marries girl. Girl marries guy. Girls can only be friends with other girls and boys can only be friends with other boys. Being straight is the default and its so weirdly and obsessively concentrated everywhere [seriously, when you actually look for it, it's kinda terrifying] to the point we don't even realize that we are repressing our true feelings, cause we don't know the difference.

This, essentially, is the idea of comphet. Comphet is short for Compulsory Heterosexuality. Which i learned about here. Its a young woman who [around 3:07] starts combing through a popular masterdocument of questions. This masterdoc is something i suppose i would recommend for you as well, more than anything. Full disclosure: This is not me saying who or what you are, cause again, no one can do that but yourself. Which is a really scary thought, but its true. Either you might relate to it or you might not, but the point of the Comphet masterdoc is not to tell anyone who or what they are.

All it is, is a series of questions for the reader to ask themselves.

The video is a bit more digestible way of going through the masterdoc and dipping your toe cause you're just watching this random girl read them out loud and answer on her own behalf, but when I was watching, I was shocked to find that I was relating to nearly every single one. But again, that was me. Learning about comphet and better understanding how much it has effected your life is the first and probably most important tool at your disposal for addressing these kinds of feelings. I say this because I personally believe comphet is something that most people suffer from, but it has a different effect on other people.

Regardless of any self discoveries or not, it is so important to remember that we are still who we are; we're still the same people with the same habits and with the same favorite foods and movies and books with routines and preference of seasons. And more importantly, regardless of any self discoveries or not, I am always gonna be here to support you darling 💞

I'm gonna do my best to restrain myself and not add a whole sequel to this novel, but I hope there was at least something here that brought you some piece of comfort or help of any kind. And of you ever want to talk about it more, any time, my inbox and dms are always open. All my love and well wishes to you hon🥰

[Oh yeah, also comphet is not an excuse to invalide people, friendly reminder to anyone feeling in an exclusions mood!!!☺😘]

💕💕💕 - Yurtle

[gingerwritess]

"Person A is pregnant but finds out just before Person B has to gone on a six month long trip. When Person B returns Person A surprises them with their growing baby bump hilarity and confusion ensues" Maybe this one for Elliot and dad!Loki? have a great day sweetcheeks

combined with this request from @mylovelycrazyworld

summary: well…Elliot wanted a sibling. it’s about time he got one.

warnings: pregnancy stuff, a tiny hint of angst, missing Loki, fluff, and lots of Elliot silliness

a/n: FIRST OF ALL I AM SO PROUD OF THIS so i hope you e n j o y

sorry, second, i got waaay too carried away with this and suddenly its like a part of a wholeass story and yeah we’re gonna move this little storyline right along.

third i accidentally posted this before it was done a couple weeks ago so if you read it that time, i’m so sorry, this one is done and much better.

i’m also so sorry i’ve been gone lately. it’s been a crazy hectic last couple weeks so i haven’t had much time to sit down and finish writing anything! thanks for sticking around :)

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Of course Loki had to leave this week, of all weeks.

Elliot’s taking the separation fairly well; Loki had left for Asgard with a kiss on the forehead, a tight hug, and a pretty serious request.

“You’ll take care of your mother for me while I’m away, won’t you?”

The little boy had promised, naturally, trying to look as serious and grown-up as he could, and even offered his hand to Loki for a handshake when he went in for a hug goodbye. Loki’s jaw had dropped in shock; then he pushed Elliot’s hand out of the way and swooped him up laughing into his arms for a tight, chaotic, firm hug.

So now you have a protective five year old fussing over you all day long, which is honestly worse than having a protective 1000+ year old fussing over you. He tries to do everything he sees Loki doing, everything he’s supposed to do to “take care of his mother:” like holding your hand in every possible situation, running up behind you and hugging the back of your legs, he’s even kissed your forehead at one point.

Loki’s trained him well.

But morning four of Loki being gone brings an unexpected turn. Elliot has been sleeping in your bed with you, wanting to keep you company—but mostly just missing the clone that Loki normally lets Elliot cuddle up with every night. This Tuesday morning, he’s laying across your stomach, happily sucking a thumb and drooling onto your shirt—well, technically it’s Loki’s.

It would’ve been nice to wake up and see his chubby little face all squished up with sleep, but you’re brutally shaken from your rest by a lurching stomach—you’re going to throw up, right now. You try to push Elliot off you as gently as you can, already retching as you shove him one last time, a little harder than you meant to, and he groggily sits up.

“Whasgoin’on?” He rubs the sleep from his eyes, but you’re already sprawled on the tiles in the adjacent bathroom floor, emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet. “Mom! No, mom, what’s wrong?!”

“S-stay—stay back,” you cough and wave him away just as before another retch doubles you over, chest heaving when it finally simmers down. “Just give me a second, okay? You don’t want to see this, bud.”

“But are you okay? You got really sick!” He rushes up behind you and starts rubbing your back with a cool little hand. “Ew, you smell kinda funny.”

“Gee, thanks, kiddo.”

“I’m just sayin’!” He holds his nose with one hand, using the other to wrap around your waist and lean into your side. “What does dad do to help you when you’re sick?”

You pull yourself up and over to lean back against the wall, trying to catch your breath and running a hand through Elliot’s curls. “Uses his magic stuff to make me feel better…cuddles with me, just like you’re doing.” You smile weakly down at the little boy, and he quickly lays his little hands on your stomach. “No no no, don’t try it, it’s okay! I feel better!”

“Aw, man.” He sadly retracts his sparking hands—thank god—and nestles back into your side. “I’m getting gooder at my magic, ya know. Dad’s teachin’ me real good.”

“I don’t doubt it, Elliot,” you assure him with a light squeeze of a hug. “But you probably shouldn’t test out any of your magic on people, okay?”

He nods seriously, patting your stomach gently. “Good idea. I gotta be careful with your tummy now, too.”

“Don’t worry, buddy, this is just a bug. I’m already feeling better.”

Elliot shakes his head and crawls onto your lap, leaning down to put his ear to your stomach—what in the world? He listens for a moment and suddenly the wheels in your brain start turning: oh my god. This couldn’t mean…?

The little boy sits up again and feels your stomach one more time, focusing hard on something. “Nope, s’not a bug,” he smiles and gives your belly another gentle pat. “It’s just my baby tryna say hi.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Six pregnancy tests later, there’s no doubt about it. How Elliot figured it out before you even had a hunch, you have no idea, but the little piece of plastic drops from your hand when you flop face-first onto the bed, mind swirling.

This isn’t a surprise.

Elliot had asked. Loki and you had talked, agreed; this is what you want. But really, baby?

Now?

Loki doesn’t get back for another four months. Pregnancies are hard; you’re not going to pretend they aren’t, and to not have your husband here to help you through it…this is going to be much different than when you were pregnant with Elliot.

You glance once more at the last test: positive as ever.

Pregnant. Again.

Sighing audibly, you roll over on the bed and grab Loki’s pillow, hugging it to your chest and breathing deeply, eyes drifting shut.

“We’re gonna be fine,” you whisper, your voice serving more to soothe your own racing mind than anything, “we’re gonna have another baby, and we’re gonna be fine.”

You bury your face in the pillow, hugging it tighter. It smells like Loki—heavenly.

That’ll have to do for the next four months.

* * * *

“What does dad wanna name the baby?”

The plastic fork scrapes against Elliot’s plate in grating anticipation of your answer. He’s picking at his lunch; his appetite hasn’t been quite so bottomless with Loki having been gone for so long.

For yours, on the other hand, the exact opposite is true.

“Dad…doesn’t know yet.” You rip another chunk of bread from the entire baguette in your hand and dip it in butter. This baby seems to have an appetite for seven and a particular fondness for carbs.

Wonderful.

“That’s ok,” Elliot nods thoughtfully. “Names are hard to come up with. I think it should be…blueberry! Cause I love blueberries so much and I love my baby—”

“No, no, I meant…” you struggle to swallow your mouthful of bread and hold up a finger. “Dad doesn’t know that we’re having a baby yet.”

“Why not?”

…yeah, that’s a good question. You probably should’ve called Loki a good while ago, when you’d found out you’re expecting—I mean, it’s his kid too.

But telling Loki he’s going to have a second child just seems like something you don’t do over the phone.

“I don’t want to miss his reaction,” you answer honestly, shoving another chunk of baguette in your mouth. “I wanna sh-uprise ‘im when ‘e gets home.”

Translation: I’m terrified.

Elliot eagerly claps his hands together, the fork falling to the table with a clatter. “That’s a good idea!” He squeals, jumping up to run over and climb into your lap, laying his little hands on your belly. “Dad’s gonna be so excited to meet Blueberry, he’s gonna cry—”

“We are not naming this baby after a fruit. Sorry, kiddo.”

* * * *

An agonising two more months pass, lonely and chock-full of horrid cravings, mood swings, aches and pains and puking nearly every single morning…this baby already seems to hate you.

Elliot’s been a little trooper the past four months.

Hugs whenever you need them, plenty of crayon drawings of your family so you “don’t miss dad too much,” peace and quiet when you fall asleep at the table again, even a few attempted breakfasts in bed. He’s been so sweet and helpful when you know he misses his dad more than anything, so today you drag yourself out of bed, throw up once for good measure, and tell him to get ready for an ice cream trip.

Loki was supposed to be home a week ago, but you can’t let yourself think about that.

Driving with your little bump of a belly is starting to get really uncomfortable, but you make it alright to the little ice cream parlour that Elliot claims makes the best cotton candy ice cream of all time.

“I miss my dad,” Elliot pipes up while you’re sitting in silence, a faint bluish tint to his skin due to the coldness of the ice cream. “He shouldn’t hafta leave ever again.”

“Same here, kiddo, I’m sorry.” You lay a hand on your belly and try to give Elliot a reassuring smile. “This little monster misses him too, but they’re just glad that they have an awesome big brother to take care of them!”

That brings a halfhearted smile to the little boy’s face, and he goes back to licking his ice cream cone, watching you with reddish eyes deep in thought.

“Y’know, dad loves you, mom.” Elliot reaches over to take your hand in his tiny, sticky one, much to your surprise. “He loves you a whole lot, I know it, and he’s not gonna be angry that we’re havin’ another baby.”

Your jaw drops.

What the hell??

Your son, who is apparently getting some kind of crazy read on your thoughts right now, leans over the table and plants a sticky blue kiss to the back of your hand—just like he’s seen Loki do countless times. “Don’t be ‘fraid of him, he’s gonna be so super excited.”

Part of you kind of wants to run away screaming, but maybe mothers shouldn’t do that to their children, so you just gape like a dying fish at the strange little mini-Loki in front of you.

“I’m…I uh…” your mouth opens and closes a few times while your brain tries to catch up. “I’m not…I’m not scared of dad, Elliot, what makes you say that?”

You’re not…right?

Elliot licks his ice cream cone again, catching a drip down his arm. “Nah, you’re ‘voiding your ‘sponsibilities.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re scared to tell dad about Blueberry, right? I heard you in my dream, you told me dad was gonna be upset and get scared to have two kids.”

You swallow hard, trying to find the lie in his innocent statement. “But he—no, he won’t be upset, he wants another kid, he told me.”

This kid is ripping you to shreds, covered in blue and pink melted ice cream.

“S’what you told me,” Elliot shrugs. “Said dad’s gonna like one of us better.”

…you’ve got to pee again.

A blessed escape, cause if Elliot says one more word about Loki or this baby, you’re pretty sure your hormonal self is going to break down in tears.

“I’ll—I’ll be right back,” you choke, scooting your chair back with a loud scrape and pulling yourself to your feet. “Are you okay to stay here? I’ll only be a couple minutes right over there, no talking to strangers, you know the rules.”

Elliot nods, looking worried as you swipe at your eyes and set down your cup of ice cream with shaking hands. “You okay, mom?”

“Fine, fine, I’ll be right back,” You mutter and rush off to the bathroom.

You certainly didn’t look fine, but Elliot shrugs to himself and goes back to his ice cream, keeping a wary eye on the other people in the shop.

“Did your mother just leave you out here all alone?”

Elliot spins around in his chair at the voice, dropping his ice cream cone to the floor and bringing his hands up ready to fight whoever is approaching him—Loki’s taught him enough to fend for himself.

But when he whirls around, he immediately lowers his hands and jumps out of his chair—it’s Loki.

“DAD!” Elliot scrambles out of the chair and bolts into Loki’s waiting arms, knocking him over with the force of his hug. “Dad, dad, you’re home! You’re home!!”

“That I am,” Loki laughs, hugging the little boy tightly to his chest. “I missed you so much, Elliot, so much.”

“Hey!” Elliot points a little finger into Loki’s chest, suddenly serious. “Don’t you ever leave us again, ‘kay??”

“Of course, I’m so sorry I had to—”

“Pinky promise??” Elliot shoves his little finger in Loki’s face, and the god chuckles, extending his own to seal the promise.

“Pinky promise. Hopefully.”

Satisfied with the agreement, Elliot jumps off his dad and rushes back to the table, frowning at the sticky mess that’s left of his ice cream on the floor. “You owe me an ice cream, dad, look whatcha made me do.”

“My sincerest apologies, young man,” Loki chuckles, swooping the kid up in his arms for another squirming hug, trying to sneak a few tickling kisses somewhere on his face. “Where is your mother?”

You come out of the bathroom just in time to hear Elliot answer “hidin’ from you, I think,” and you stop dead in the middle of the shop when you see your husband smiling wide and holding Elliot in his arms.

“Elliot! No I’m not!” You shake yourself out of your shocked daze, running over to the two of them and nearly knocking them over when you throw your arms around Loki’s neck.

Immediately setting Elliot back on the ground, Loki breathes your name and draws you into the tightest embrace he can manage, his arms clutching you so close you have to plant your hands on his chest and gently push him away to keep him from hurting your belly.

He doesn’t seem to notice, but Elliot sure does.

Loki’s hands cradle your face as he pulls away and just stares at you for a moment, trying to decide if words could even begin to describe how happy he is to be with you again.

“I missed…oh, come here.”

He laughs with watering eyes and pulls you close, pressing his lips to yours over and over until neither of you can breathe, half laughing, half teary-eyed because he’s here, you’re all here, together finally.

“That was—mmph—too long,” you laugh around Loki’s relentless lips, keeping a hand to his chest to keep him from your baby bump.

Elliot bounces on the balls of his feet, glad to see his parents so happy again, but sticks a hand between you both to cover your belly. “Careful, dad, don’t hurt my b—”

“ELLIOT!” You cut him off with a nervous chuckle, shooting him a pointed look—shh!

The little boy claps a hand over his mouth, eyes wide. “Sorry.”

“What for?” Loki asks with a breathless laugh, his hand cradling the back of your head to keep you pressed against him.

“Nothing, nothing,” you assure him, kissing him again. “Oh my god, I’m so glad you’re home, Loki. Tell us everything!”

He holds you away from him for a moment with his hands on your shoulders, looking you up and down with a dopey grin on his face—you’re really glad you wore a too-big shirt today, it covers your beginning baby bump pretty well.

“You look incredible,” he murmurs, shaking his head in disbelief—he missed you. His eyes fall on your chest and linger for a half a second longer; your breasts seem…bigger than when he left.

Trust me, he would know.

But he shakes it away and pulls up a chair, and the three of you launch into a detailed retelling of everything you’ve missed over the past four months.

“Well, everything went wrong the moment I stepped foot in Asgard.” He leans forward, eager to tell his story. “There had been an attempt on the relics, and rumours of more to come, so we had to—what’s so funny?”

Elliot’s covering his mouth with a sticky hand, desperately trying to muffle the giggle-fit overcoming him as he looks at you: you’re clutching your stomach with an extremely pained grimace, trying to get comfortable in the little metal chair.

“Nothin’…” he snorts and quickly looks away from you when you glare at him. “What happened next, dad?”

“Okay…” Loki shoots you a confused glance and you quickly grin back, trying not to look like there’s a tiny human laying directly on your bladder right now.

How’s that working out for you?

“Are you alright, my love? You look like you’re in pain.”

“Just a stomachache!” Your gritted laughter is nervous but hopefully convincing enough.

“Are you sure? Just tell me, darling, I can disspell the sickness in less than a second—Elliot!” He whirls around in his chair to glare halfheartedly at the little boy giggling again. “Your mother is in pain, why are you smiling??”

“‘Cause I know something you don’t know,” Elliot sings, clapping his hands with glee and wiggling around in his seat. “Mhm, I’ve got a secret, ‘n I’m not tellin’—”

“Elliot. That’s enough.”

You reach over and pull the little guy into your lap, clamping both hands over his mouth and smiling sweetly at your husband—who just looks very confused. And a little worried.

He’s made it pretty clear that there would be no secrets in this little family of yours.

“Our son…has a secret?” Speaking to you, not Elliot, he raises an eyebrow and it’s not exactly amused. “Care to enlighten me, wife?”

“Don’t worry, Loki, it’s not a secret,” you sooth, tapping Elliot’s mouth twice before letting him go again. “It’s more of…a surprise, really.”

Elliot clasps his hand behind his back and rocks forward on his toes, excited eyes darting back and forth between you and Loki.

“I don’t like surprises.”

“But you’re really gonna like this one,” Elliot promises, sending an overly dramatic attempt of a wink your way.

Unbelievable.

Letting out a dismayed groan, you drop your forehead to your hand. “Elliot, please stop…”

Loki crosses his arms, already looking a little on the defensive side with lips tightly pressed together—this is exactly why you didn’t want to tell him. Way to go, kid.

“If you have something to tell me, tell me now.”

“I—can I tell you at home? Later?”

The god sighs, not able to help feeling as if the joy of your reunion had been let out faster than the air in a deflating balloon—now he’s worried, feeling excluded, almost offended.

Secrets. Never a good idea within a family.

“Don’t worry, snowflake,” you chirp with feigned nonchalance. “You’re gonna love this surprise.”

Your fingers cross under the table.

* * * *

Loki doesn’t bring it up the rest of the day.

You’d guessed he would mention it again at least during dinner, try to pry the information from you, but he smiled and listened to Elliot talk about his loose tooth, eating his food apparently unbothered.

Your knee hasn’t stopped nervously bouncing since you sat down.

Maybe he knows? If Elliot felt it, Loki certainly could. The kid’s voice is still echoing through your mind as you get Elliot ready for bed:

“You told me dad was gonna be upset and get scared to have two kids.”

Okay, maybe you’re a little worried that Loki’s past may hinder his enthusiasm for a second child, but you’ve never even admitted to yourself that he would be upset or scared. But the more you think about it, the more sense it makes: he would be terrified.

Favouring one child over another? That would be Loki’s worst nightmare, yet he hadn’t brought that up when Elliot first asked for a sibling. He’d happily agreed to have a second kid, kissing away your concerns…

Hugging your arms around yourself, you stare at his back from the doorway. His hair is lazy, pulled into a mindless knot on the top of his head; he looks relaxed, doing dishes. At peace with his life.

His life with his wife and his one son.

Did he lie to you?

Had he looked you in the eye, said “I want another baby,” and lied?

God of lies, you keep letting yourself forget.

Your mind goes berserk right there in the kitchen, convincing you that he lied to you, that this baby is unwanted, that he only said that he wanted another baby to keep you happy, that no, he didn’t ever want children, he just wanted to fuck you, that everything he’s ever said to you is a lie—

“Your thoughts are deafening, my love.”

You jump with a start as his voice interrupts your destructive train of thought. “Were you listening?” You immediately ask, voice venomous. “Loki, did you listen?”

He turns around and dries off his hands, leaning back against the counter with a sad smile. “Of course not, out of respect for your secret. I trust you to tell me.”

You stare at him, unmoving and unsure, and he pushes himself away from the counter to take a few tentative steps toward you. “Let’s go to bed,” he murmurs, sensing your troubled mind. “You need rest, then you can tell me this secret when you are ready.”

Nodding slowly, you let him take your hand and lead you to the bedroom, keeping your mouth firmly shut. He shuts the door behind you and you walk straight to the bed, laying down and turning your back on him to avoid this as long as possible.

“Don’t you want to change first?” Loki laughs, and the mattress dips as he climbs on next to you, laying right against your body and pulling you back into him. “Those pants can’t be comfortable, let me get them off of you.”

You shake your head—horny, lying bastard.

“…would you like me to draw you a bath?” He’s trying a gentler approach now, noticing your apprehension and holding you closer.

Another shake of the head.

“Why won’t you talk to me?”

Your hand subconsciously falls to your little baby bump, but Loki’s follows right after to cover your own hand with his.

You’re sick of this—just tell him.

You slip your hand out from under his, grab his wrist, and press it to your belly. His breath catches in his throat, you can hear it, and his cold hand gently runs across the swell of your stomach.

“What is this?”

Just say it.

“I’m pregnant.”

He sits straight up behind you and you screw your eyes shut—he’s going to leave now, right?

But he doesn’t leave; instead cold hands grip your waist and pull you onto your back, catching the hem of your shirt and promptly ripping it from your body.

“Loki!”

He looms over you, knees on either side of your body as he stares down at you. His eyes are wide and a distracted hand rubs over his mouth, trying to process this.

“How long have you known?” His voice is barely a breath.

“…four months.”

“You didn’t tell me?”

The hurt on his beautiful face is a sucker punch to the gut—you idiot, of course he wouldn’t be upset. This is Loki we’re talking about, your husband, the father of your child—children.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologise quietly, avoiding his gaze. “I didn’t…I thought you-you would be upset.”

He breathes a laugh and carefully runs his fingertips down your sides, trying to memorise the sight of you carrying his child…again.

“Why would I ever be upset, my love? I can’t believe you’re this pregnant and you didn’t tell me—”

“Elliot said something,” you anxiously cut him off. “It was stupid, really, I’m stupid for believing it…” you take a breath and ramble on. “He said he had a dream you got upset about having two kids cause you might like one more than the other.”

Loki pauses his kissing down your torso, freezing with his hand splayed across your baby bump. “How did he…”

“I dunno. He was freaking me out, Loki, he started telling me things I wasn’t even thinking yet.”

“That’s my boy,” the god laughs, resting his forehead on your stomach as your brow knits in concern.

Carding your fingers through his hair, you nudge Loki’s head up to look at you. “This doesn’t worry you?”

“Our son turns blue when he touches something cold.” He presses his lips to your stomach again, eyes tightly shut. “I’m afraid your family isn’t exactly the epitome of human normalcy.”

“Yeah, but Loki, was he right?”

“That I’m scared?” He trails his lips up your baby bump, over your chest and coming to rest firmly over your mouth. “My love…I am terrified.”

“Oh.”

Your arms wind around his neck and pull him back down to your lips—maybe if you keep kissing him, he won’t be able to see the disappointment in your eyes.

It works for a little bit, and you nearly lose yourself completely when he starts gently nipping at your lips and moving to tend to your neck; he’s making you drunk on him with the flip of a switch.

It’s too easy for him.

“Loki.” Your hands curl tighter in his hair.

“Hmm.”

“Then why did you tell me you wanted another kid?”

The god pauses, moving from your collarbone back to your face to frown down at you. His fingers are cold along your jaw. “Because I do want another kid.”

“But you’re terrified.”

“And you’re not?”

That makes your mouth snap shut, eyes darting around the room to avoid his piercing gaze. Of course you’re nervous, it’s not like you have any better ideas of how to raise a child—and you’re the one carrying it, for god’s sake.

“I don’t think I need to say more.” Loki smiles, soft and edging closer to the sad end of the spectrum. “I’m always scared. Of you, of my son…and now my second child.”

You still can’t look at him. Shame, maybe.

“I’m terrified of you, did you know that?” He’s kissing you again, lazy lips soft along the outline of your own, up and down your jaw. “Terrified of you, our future, our children. I could lose you in seconds.”

“That’s optimistic.” You try for a cracked smile.

Cool lips meet yours, firm as his hand traces over your baby bump. “It’s realistic, actually. Keeps me honest with myself.”

“We’re not leaving you, if that’s what you’re scared of.”

“But I don’t deserve for you to stay.”

Here we go again.

“Why do you always do this??” You force a playful smile onto your face and sit up, a hand on Loki’s chest pushing him off of you onto the bed. “There you go hating yourself again, sheesh.”

Grateful for the change in subject, you roll over halfway on top of him and mold your lips to his—his, parted slightly in surprise. Your hands cradle his face, stroking through his hair and over his cheekbones as you pour every ounce of adoration you possess for him into the kiss.

Then it really clicks, just how much you missed him.

Maybe that’s why you feel this…disconnect.

Within seconds his shirt is off too, your hands scouring every inch of his skin you can reach, Loki’s breathing becoming shallower as he fumbles with belts and tries to hold your face to his at the same time.

“Missed you,” he whispers hoarsely, giving up on the belt and falling into you, shaking hands holding your neck and waist in a death grip. “My family, I missed you both, and this new one—”

His voice cracks and he moves down, littering every inch of you with kisses that come to rest on the swell of your stomach as his hands hold tight to your hips.

“I’m beyond excited.” It’s nothing more than a whisper. “Terrified, scared out of my mind, but I am so, so happy our family is growing.”

“You sure?” You tangle your fingers in his hair and tip his head up to smile down at him.

“Do I need to prove it?”

God, you missed him.

You grab hold of his face and pull him up, smashing your lips to his.  “I wouldn’t mind if you did.”

So he does.

At least, he tries, until a yell for dad echoes down the hall.

“Good to see nothing has changed,” Loki sighs, pressing one last kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Don’t you go anywhere, we’re not done here.”

You throw a pillow at him with a laugh as he winks and slips out the door.

Elliot is awake, as expected, sitting in his bed clutching the blankets to his chest, a strangely bright smile on his little face. “Hey dad!”

Loki raises an eyebrow. “Hey…”

“You awake?”

“I am now, clearly.” He sits on the edge of the bed and plants a kiss on the top of Elliot’s head. “Why did you call for me?”

The little boy shrugs. “Just wonderin’.”

“…if I was awake?”

“Yup.”

They stare at each other for a second—

—Loki confused and battling with the fact that he just had to leave you on the bed to come take care of this kid, and Elliot scrunching his nose up in the biggest grin at his dad, just happy to see him.

“I’m…going to go back to bed now.” Loki points at the door, giving his son a strange look. “Unless you have literally anything else to tell me? Redeem my coming in here?”

“Nope!” Elliot throws his arms out in a request for a hug.

…that Loki all too happily delivers.

“Oh! Did mom tell you the secret yet?” He whispers, squeezing Loki tighter with arms thrown around his neck.

“She did,” Loki chuckles. “Are you excited?”

“I can’t wait! We’re gonna be bestest friends and I’m naming it Blueberry cause I love blueberries and I love my baby so I’m gonna—”

“Blueberry??”

“Yeah!”

Loki shakes his head with a laugh. “Blueberry Lokason. A name for the ages, without a doubt.”

Elliot beams at his father’s approval and Loki ruffles a hand through his curly hair. “Come on, go to sleep. You shouldn’t be awake right now.”

“Well you guys woke me up…” he grumbles, flopping down on his pillow.

Not again. Loki freezes, face twisting in worry—you hadn’t even started. If that was too loud, then by the end of the night the whole neighbourhood is going to be awake. “Were we being too loud?”

“Nah.” A little smile spreads over the kid’s face. “Mom’s just happy, real happy, and it woke me up.”

“You…you can feel that?”

“Yup. Just like you.” He nuzzles deeper into his pillow. “Thought’ya might wanna know, dad, ‘case you forgot.”

With a face as precious as that, Loki doesn’t have the heart to tell him that’s not just like him…that’s not exactly how his access to the mind works, but the last thing Elliot needs is another reason to believe he’s unusual.

“In case I forgot what, Elliot?” He smiles and kisses the boy’s forehead, running a hand through his hair.

“How to tell when mom’s happy!” He opens his eyes and rolls onto his back, grinning up at Loki. “I almost forgotted too, she’s been sad so long. S’why I woke up!”

“Well.” Loki’s heart twists painfully in his chest. “Thank you. I think I remember now.”

“I gotcha covered, daddy.”

“Go to sleep, little giant.”

* * * * * * * *

The walk down the hall back to the room leaves Loki wondering.

He…felt it.

The kid could tell you were pregnant before you even knew, he could tell that you were nervous to tell Loki, he knew that Loki was scared before he’d admitted it to you…now he felt that you were happy? Strong enough to wake him up?

Apparently Elliot can do a lot more than just turn blue.

The thought of that is terrifying.

All Loki can think of as his hand rests hesitantly on the doorknob is what he’s done. What he’s passed on to this child, unwillingly taking another life down with his own curses.

Elliot’s life is going to be full of pain, if this is what he is capable of. It’s bad enough that he has no control over the shifting of his skin, no thanks to the fruitless attempts Loki has made to figure out how to help him, but now…

Loki starts when you open the door.

“What’d he need?”

You’re smiling—happy, Loki can tell this time. He silently thanks Elliot for the reminder.

“A hug.” He quickly smiles back. “Wanted to know if I was awake…the usual midnight Elliot inquiries.”

“Can I get one?”

You hold your arms out and grin, giddy and irresistibly bright, and Loki steps forward to sweep you into his arms.

“I’ll give you a bit extra, too,” he chuckles, peppering your neck with light kisses as he walks you backward towards the bed. Your knees hit the edge and you fall onto the mattress, grabbing him behind the neck to bring him down with you.

An arm by your head to keep him hovering over you, Loki pauses, just smiling down at you as a few lingering laughs leave your lips.

“Are you happy, my love?”

Cold fingers run down your cheek and he leans down, brushing his lips against yours.

“Of course I am,” you mumble, tangling your fingers in his hair to keep him close. “You’re home, I’ve got the best little kid sleeping down the hall, and we’ve got another one on the way.” Another peck on the lips. “I’m way past happy, snowflake.”

“Good,” he whispers, and decides that’s going to be enough for him.

That’ll be enough for all four of you.

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[strongsassysexysloane]

Take me for a Ride, Jack...7

Wow, this part was written so long ago.. I didnt realise it took me this long to get to the part that inspired this whole story. Time to get greasy. 

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You eventually turn around and head back to the market, Jack tugs you back to the cheese stall, not before she stops in at a stall full of scarves and hats. You drop her hand and watch her hands run over a few scarves she likes and purchases just one before you move next door to the cheese stall.

"Pick your favourites and we'll find a spot to go eat." She rests her hand on your lower back as you scan the selection

"I love that you think I'm sharing this cheese with you." She laughs and you buy  almost double what you would usually get because you have a hard time sharing food. The man prepares it on a platter for you.

"You really have a problem sharing food?" She laughs sitting beside you at the beach side table.

"Oh, J. You have so much to learn." You smirk and dig into your platter. The meal is spent in mostly silence and a few moans of pleasure from the food on your end and you can see the affect it's having on Jack which only spurs you on more before she grabs your thigh tightly.

"Stop, now." She purrs into your ear and just like that you're undone. "Thank you." She clearly saw your resolve change and loosens her grip on your thigh, moving it slightly higher before going back down again.

"And im the tease?" You scoff and finish off the last of the cheese.

"You started it. I just finished it." She smirks, packing up the platter and picking it up before walking over to place it in the trash can. "Want to see anything else?"

"Not really." You smile, watching Jack walk back over to you and she reaches out to take you hand. You take another walk around the markets. Happy to just hold her hand in yours and look over the stalls closing up. Then you cross the road and stroll down the shop fronts, looking in a few shops. The second hand book store takes Jack's attention. She picks out a few books and buys them.

"I need a few more for my collection." She smiles swinging her shopping bags by her side. "Ready to start heading home?" The sun was slowly setting, the cool breeze brushing your faces. The small walk back to the bike was too short for your liking but you slid onto the bike behind Jack and held onto her waist all the way back to DC.

There was a bit of DC traffic heading back into the city. Everyone coming back into DC from their day out on the coast. You laughed when Jack took the back roads to your place, prolonging the ride. But it still wasn't long enough. She pulled up to your curb and you both hopped off.

"That was a lovely day. Almost perfect." You smiled, hooking up your helmet to the back of the bike.

"Almost?" Jack huffed, hooking her pinkie in yours and tugging you close.

"Yeah.." You smirked, resting your hand on her waist, while her other hand and pinkie was still hooked with yours.

"Ah so what Torres mentioned is true." Her smirk growing more smug by the second. "You like to drive but me driving seems to be a loophole."

"You are a loophole in my brain, Jack." You both chuckle. You shake your head at the way those silly words came out. Hoping to god it somehow sounded cute.

"Smooth." Jack leans in and her lips graze the corner of your mouth on the way to dropping a kiss on your cheek.

You close you eyes, enjoying the lingering touch of her lips against your skin before it's gone too soon.

"Today was almost perfect for me too." She whispers and you open your eyes, to see hers teasing you.

You huff out a laugh and squeeze her hand before dropping it and watch her walk back and slide onto her bike. "Maybe it'll be perfect next time."

"Next time? You think I'll let you ride this girl?" She winks, sliding her hips slowly back and forth causing you to drop your head back and laugh. "I left that one wide open."

"So wide." You laugh and look back at Jack. "I'm sure I can convince you." You wink.

Jack laughs. "I'll chat with you later and see you at work tomorrow."

"Drive safe." You just get a wink in return and watch Jack ride off down the street.  Smiling all the way up to your apartment, running through the events of the day. It was perfect and you can't stop smiling. Jack does text you when she gets home, it feels so couplely for you and for once that doesn't frighten you. With Jack you feel light, like you can float and nothing can hold you down. Even Jamie's pokes and jokes don't break your mood. The days events finally catch up with you and sleep finds you easy for once.

You catch a case on Tuesday that get's all your attention but Jack is unfortunately held up with helping Vance and another team with a case for the next week so you hardly see each other. The case drags on and you don't end up catching the bad guy until the following Monday. Gibbs thankfully gives the team a few days off but Jack is still held up with other team's cases that you don't see each other, even texting is minimal. Thursday and Friday is just catching up on reports. Thankfully no new case which means the team goes for drinks Friday evening after work, only Nick, Ellie and you end up staying the longest, Kasie and Jimmy too tired to carry on, before you head home around 2200.

Before you leave Ellie suggests joining her in her kick boxing class on Sunday. You give her a tentative yes unsure if you'll remember in the morning. Also leaving it open to see if Jack wants to do something. Ellie smiles, holding a hand over Nick's teasing lips.

"Have a good weekend, chat on Monday in the gym." Ellie waves goodbye and you see her release Nick's mouth once you are out of the bar.

Saturday morning rolls around and you lay in bed longer than you should. Over thinking about texting Jack, asking if she wants to go out. You had coffee with her twice during the week, nice chats, more hand holding and another kiss on the cheek. She even came into the bullpen before she left Friday afternoon to say goodbye to everyone and gave you an obvious extra smile.

You make yourself a coffee, fiddling with your phone in your fingers. Jamie notices. You check your phone for the tenth time in probably an hour. You bite the bullet and send her a good morning text to which you get a reply a few minutes later.

'G'morning to you too. I'm working on my girl (bike) if I don't reply straight away.' You laugh at her clarification.

'I'm sure she appreciates the attention.' You can't help it, she brings out the sass in you.

You manage to make a cup of coffee and slightly burn some toast before you get a reply. Making yourself comfortable on the couch across from Jamie who's watching some medical show on tv.

'You jealous? ;)'

"How's Jack?" Jamie asks tearing her eyes away from the tv and sipping her cup of tea. You notice she has bags under her eyes, decent ones and she's wearing scrubs.

"You going in for over time?" You look slightly concerned, it's meant to be her day off, she didn't come home until 0300 last night and it's only just hit 0800.

"Yeah, Patricia called in sick. So i'm doing her shift and Tyson is taking mine this evening."

You nod accepting that at least she got someone to take her shift and not have to pull a double.

"So how's Jack?"

You smile and look back down at your phone, still trying to find the right reply but you know anything would be fine. "She's good, cheeky as hell." You take a bite of toast.

"So what's the situation?" You look at Jamie wide eyed at the question she just asked.

"Ummm.." You look at the tv then down at your phone, not really sure how to answer but wanting an answer yourself, hell you hadn't even kissed on the lips yet.  

"Haven't talked about it?" You shake your head and Jamie accepts your wordless answer. She turns her attention back to the tv. One thing you love about your sister is she stops asking when you need her too, most of the time.

'You're welcome to come and watch.' You smile and hop up from the couch, finishing off your toast on the way to the kitchen.

'I might just do that.' You hit send and nurse the cup of coffee as you go to your bedroom to get changed.

You turn down Jack's street and pull your car up out from of her building. You notice the bike down the side of the driveway and smile as you see Jack lying beside her. Walking up the driveway you stop for a second when Jack stands up seeing you. Your breath falters seeing her in front of you in long sleeved overalls, they're dark denim in colour and she has the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, the cuffs turned up at her ankles. Your eyes are drawn to the deep v at her breasts where she's clearly undone a few too many buttons but you aren't complaining as the v dips deep between her breasts.

Jack smirks at your pause and you kick your brain back into gear walking up to her. "Hi."

"That didn't take you too long." She leans in and you hold your breath but she kisses your cheek.

"No traffic." You shrug, dragging your eyes down her body again, not ashamed that she can see you looking.

"You like?" She does a twirl and you laugh.

"You get all the grease from the bike on you?"

Jack is covered in grease. It's sexy as hell but also funny. She's got some splotched across her face, neck, arms, hands and even a smudge on her left ankle.

"She's a tough girl." Jack turns slightly, looking at her bike.

You follow her gaze to the subject of conversation. There's a mechanic trolly on the ground that Jack was lying on when you pulled up, a large red tool box (is there another colour for a tool box?) and a bunch of dirty rags scattered around.

"What's her problem today?" You walk over to take a closer inspection and Jack goes into detail of what she's been doing but you only understand half of it. As she gets back down onto her back on the trolley you find a spot on the garden wall beside her work area, giving you a good angle to watch Jack. You happily watch as she works on her bike for almost an hour, she chats with you in between grunts and swears. You find that her swearing is kind of a turn on, well this whole situation of her in those overalls, grease and her hair tied up in a bun with a dark blue and white poker-dot scarf wrapped around her head is making you hot.

You wonder what it's like to kiss her as she works under her bike, it's definitely crossed your mind several times since the markets but the moments seemed to fly by. Would she be gentle and slow or deep and fast. You bite your lower lip between your teeth and Jack looks over at you.

"You're making it very hard for me to concentrate on my task." She slides to the side and sits up, rubbing the back of her hand across her forehead and you smirk at the new line of grease across her brow, understanding now how easily she got into this mess. "I just smudged more grease didn't I?" You nod and she stands up walking over to where you are perched on her garden wall. You watch her eyes darken and a mischievous smile begins to grow across her lips but it's too late for you to escape (not that you wanted to), she closes the gap between you, placing her hands on the wall either side of your hips. Your knees bumping into her lower belly, at least that's what you're telling yourself is where they are touching and you open your legs for her to slide in closer.

"You like me betw-" Her smart ass comment is cut off by your lips meeting her smug smile and she moans, she's kissing you back. Your hands wrapping around her neck and the tips of your fingers playing with the hairs at the base of her neck that have come loose from her working.

She swipes her tongue across your bottom lip and you make a whimpering sound parting your lips to give her the access she asked for. Your mind goes blank and all you can think and feel is her. You feel her tongue glide along yours, teeth clash, her hands grip at your hips and her left hand goes around to cup the side of your butt. It's too soon but she snaps back heaving for air but you don't let her go too far, your hands still tangled in her hair. elbows resting on her shoulders.

"Been wanting to do that for a while." You let out between breaths and Jack smiles, leaning in to peck your lips but you hold her close, dragging the kiss out longer, sucking her bottom lip between yours and releasing it with a pop.

"Me too." Jack breathes and kisses your cheek with a laugh.

"You've transferred the grease to me, haven't you?" You let one hand fall from it's spot tangled in the back of her hair and run it along your cheek where Jack was looking but you think it only made it worse because Jack just laughs harder. "How about helping a girl out?"

"Why would I do that?" She closes the small gap between you again and kisses you with more passion than the first time, she brings out sounds you don't think you've ever made before. Something between a whimper, mew and sigh which only spurs her on and she nips at your bottom lip before pulling away. "If I look half as sexy as you with a little grease on your face, I'd have kissed you hours ago."

You smile, your cheeks going a slight pink and run your thumb across Jack's cheek, smearing the grease a little more but bringing your thumb back to your face, dotting it on your nose. "Trust me, I'm shocked with my self control. Although I wanted to kiss you when you picked me up for breakfast."

"I wanted to kiss you when we spent three hours instead of one searching through profiles." She squeezes your hip and goes to step out of your embrace but your legs come up and slightly hook behind her knees and she slightly stumbles into you. "Let me finish this one last thing, I promise it will only take ten minutes and then we can kiss, cuddle or go for a ride, whatever you want." Jack smiles and you bring your hand up to your chin pretending to think about an answer but then realise you've smudged more grease onto your face in the process.  

"Might want to shower first." You add, dropping your legs to let her go and you see her huge smirk. "I didn't-"

"I know." She pecks your lips and you see her smile, it melts all your nerves away. "Ten minutes."

You squeeze her hand before dropping it. You watch her work, she bugs you again for chewing your bottom lip but you cant help it, she's dam attractive working on her bike and thankfully she sticks to her ten minute promise. You follow her up to her apartment, quickly realising this is the first time you've actually been inside her place and your heart skips a beat stepping through the threshold. It's very minimal, she has a beach style vibe as you guessed there might be as she misses the ocean so much. She offers you a seat in her lounge room and tells you to get comfortable while she takes a quick shower.

You take the opportunity of being alone in her space to wander around instead. Her living area is simple, a two seater tan linen couch with a huge circle armchair to match. There's a small oval glass coffee table with a few files spread across it and a few large shells scattered across. It's an open style area and you walk into the middle section where the four seater dining table is tucked into the corner behind the couch then onto the kitchen, its small but you can see dishes and utensils taking up most of the bench space. Taking a turn you go through the doorway into the hallway, to your left you hear the shower and see into Jack's bedroom which she's left the door open to but you turn right deciding you'll hopefully get the opportunity to see that another time.

There's four photo-frames equally spaced along the wall, all with pictures of a desert landscape. It isn't until you walk up to the last one at the end of the hall and near the front door that you see a much younger Jack with her Wingo's and you reach up and trace your fingers down the side of the frame with a sad smile. After you spoke to Jack about your time in Afghanistan you did take the liberty and did a search, asked an old friend in the Army if he recognised the name and he didn't share much but said a mission went horribly wrong with her and her team. You didn't want to know anything else even if he did want to tell you. You wanted Jack to tell you when she was ready.

"That was my team." Jack said softly beside you and you almost jumped out of your skin. "Sorry, saw you were deep in thought and couldn't resist." She smiles and wraps her arm around your waist. "Come with me." She tugs you down the hall and into the bathroom. "Sit." She motions to the side of the bath. You look at her confused and she just nods in the direction of the bath again.

"Wha-" You stop when you see her squeeze the wash cloth, water dripping out and brings it to your face and you laugh. "Thank you." She wipes away the grease you'd forgotten about.

"Might get certain looks if you go out like this.." She smiles, you feel the nice cold cloth travel down your neck and you close your eyes enjoying the feeling although you sweat there was no grease there.

"Gave up caring what people thought a long time ago." The cloth leaves your skin and you open your eyes to a questioning looking Jack. "Well mostly."

Jack turns away to wash the cloth in the sink but you happily stay seated, watching her. She catches you in the mirror and just smiles at you.

"So we are going out?" You try to not sound disappointed but you could happily spend the day wrapped in her arms, biting your lip bottom lip.

"I'd call us 'Going Out'" She raises her hands in the bunny ears formation to make her point.

Rolling your eyes at her. "Not what I meant and you know it.." But you blush anyway, her eyes havent left yours, looking at your through the mirror. You subconsciously bring your bottom lip between your teeth.

"I want to give her a test run to see how she goes then we can cuddle the day away." She winks at you. "If you keep biting that lip..." She doesn't finish what she was thinking, instead she shows you, turning around to you again, cupping your face with her hands and sucking you lip into her mouth, drawing a moan from deep within you and she kisses you. No one has kissed you with so much passion, ferocity and tenderness before. You surrender to her and she tugs you up, standing, you wrap your arms around her neck, never breaking the kiss.

The kiss ends and you can't not look at her, her eyes glaze over and you assume yours are as well. "So ..umm .. that ride." You breathe, the words no louder than a whisper.

Jack just nods, softly pecking your lips again before dropping her hands. "Yeah." She breaths

"Come on, baby." You smile, liking the name flowing from your lips. You grab her hand and lead her out of the bathroom and down the hall. She grabs her keys along the way and you walk out of the apartment.

. . . . 

Well? I kept re reading, adding, subtracting, knew i needed to post it before i re wrote it completely. Hope its ok.. 7 is my lucky number, funny how that worked out.

[ladyrhaerhae]

GOT7 reaction: you getting sick pt. 1

mark tuan:

- would freeze a bit in place bec he really wasn’t expecting to find you bed-ridden and in a foul mood bec of you’re colds and headaches

- he’ll snap back into it when you yell at him to stop staring at you

- he has two nieces and a caring family so it’s safe to say he has some experience in taking care of other people

- he’d give you some food and water

- if he knows you hate taking medicine, he’d probably do aegyo to try and convince you to do it

- and bec you’re weak against his cute baby face you just swallow your pride and medicine

- you end up choking a bit bec of the taste tho

- he makes it up to you by staying by your side the whole time

- he won’t force you to talk or say anything, but he will definitely rub your back and give you random kisses just so you won’t feel that bad

- his comforting actions and peaceful presense eases you and relaxes you into a deep sleep where you wake up in and feel better and happier than ever

“rest up jagi, i’ll still be here when you wake up!”

im jaebum:

- as stern and as chic he may look like, he would melt into a worried and frantic mess at the sight of you so weak and sickly

- he would be at your every heed and call

- you need water? done

- you need more blankets? done

- you need chocolate dipped french fries with ice cream and sprinkles? give him 20 min and you got yourself a delicious sundae

- he would do his best to make you feel comfortable and happy but still giving you the proper treatment you require so you can get well

- even if you try to get away with not taking your meds, he’ll actually get a little mad at you

- once you finish taking it, he’ll apologize

- “i just want to see you better soon.”

- usually jb is kind of reserved in pda, but when you’re so whiny and sick he’s pretty much willing to suffocate under your arms and legs

- he wouldn’t even whine when you accidentally kicked his crotch while trying to hug him close to you

“oh my god jaebum i’m so sorry!”

- “n-no sweat”

- you feel like absolute shit while you’re sick, but with jb tending to your ever need (and want), you kind of wish you won’t get well just to continue seeing his soft side

“feel better soon so i can give you a proper kiss, okay?”

jackson wang:

- did you

- did you really just 

- get sick

- while dating jackson wang

- “HOW DID YOU GET SICK I THOUGHT YOU WERE EATING RIGHT AND BEING HEALTHY WOMAN HAVE YOU BEEN LYING TO ME THIS WHOLE TIME-”

- either you sock him in the face with your pillow or a neighbor would do it for you

- tbh he’d kind of freak out bec he’s kind of a health junkie and really takes health seriously

- esp if it’s you, the love of his life, who should’ve banned the mere thought of a cough from your life

- he’d try and offer some natural remedies

- you’d think he was crazy at first and a short arguement of whether modern medicine and natural medicine is better would ensue

- you’d both come to a compromise to take your normal meds and drink some of his suggested remedies

- you’d never admit to him that you actually feel much better after drinking his natural juice remedy thingy

- even tho jackson wouldn’t shut up about you being sick, you still found it endearing how he stayed with you the whole time you were sick and didn’t leave your side just to make sure you were alright

“excuse me, but who’s the healthy one here? so you better drink that up. don’t think i won’t find out you dumped the juice in the plants! it’s healthy for you, not them!”

park jinyoung:

- no worries, doctor jinyoung to the rescue!!

- you sometimes joke with jinyoung that he really is the mom of GOT7, but seeing him in action with him taking care of you, you were starting to question your role and duty in this relationship

- don’t even bother fighting him if you hate your meds- he’ll just give you the look

- you know exactly what look i’m talking about

- he’d check your temperature every now and then and make sure you drink enough water and eat enough food

- but he won’t forget that he isn’t your fulltime doctor but your boyfriend too

- “i brought your favorite book and stuffed toy, is that okay?”

- he’d play some soothing music in the background if your sickness is getting in the way of you sleeping

- you wouldn’t even remember when you fell asleep- you would just wake up to feeling as if you were never sick in the first place with jinyoung asleep on a chair beside your bed. one hand was holding a book weakly and the other was holding your hand while he was asleep, causing you to just wonder what on earth you did to deserve such a kind boyfriend.

“jagi, get well soon okay? i don’t like seeing you like this, so let’s go on a date when you feel better.”

author’s note: i posted this in my previous blog “blossomwangs” so don’t accuse me of plagiarism :) also can i have got7 taking care of me rn cuz im also dying from sickness so skdjskdjskd  

[keefwho]

October 11 - 2022

12:32 PM

I am EXTREMELY stressed but I have work to do before writing a book about it here. 

2:55 PM

I have some time now. 

This morning I woke up and the water pressure for my sink was low. I told my mom about it but she assured me it’s just because we share a pump with our neighbors except I have NEVER noticed a dip in pressure during the years I’ve lived here. Turns out a pipe burst and has been flooding the yard and the space beneath my floor. So right now I don’t have water. 

My first concern was if the water coming out of my sink was even safe to use. All I did with it was wash my hands and make coffee I barely drink but I was still worried about it. It didn’t look or smell funny so all I can do is assume it was okay. Mom said it was fine but I trust her hygienic/safety opinions less and less as time goes on. Im a little concerned about my parents water too since I have to use that right now. Its PROBABLY fine but I don’t know anything about plumbing issues. So I’d rather be safe than sorry. In this case it means waiting to use their shower until the problem is identified and described. 

Other than that, the weight of potentially losing a friendship has been on my mind but I don’t know what can be done about it. 

Overall a very stressful day but I’m feeling a bit better already. All thanks to my bestie. 

10:59 PM

Today was ass. I calmed down by the afternoon but it was all still so stressful. I dont even wanna talk about it. It just SUCKED. There’s so many problems and SHIT to look forward to. I don’t wanna do commissions tomorrow while I wait for usable water. But I will. It’s stressing me out how I won’t be able to clean myself properly when I need to. I’ll have to wash my hands with baby wipes and use as few dishes as possible. I’ll PRAY they can fix it tomorrow so I can get a shower if my dad is still adamant about keeping the water off even though we could just turn it on for a couple hours for people to shower and do dishes. 

I didn’t do any kind of mental work today, aside from being forced to deal with this spontaneous adversity. Tomorrow I’ll crack open my book and look into some of the exercises again. 

Straight up I’m HORNY but I only want one thing. :( I’m not conventionally horny often but I get in a special mood for people I like. Someone said something about possibly being demisexual and I might be in that field as well. I know I’ve long since abandoned being just horny. I greatly favor the setup to a sexual encounter and the scenario being played out. The raw pleasure is only the second most important part. So a good scene will get me GOING and so will a good bestie. But that makes it hard to get off sometimes because besties aren’t always around and sometimes I can’t find just the right kind of setup/mood I’m looking for. OH THE PAIN

11:28 PM

I haven’t been very compassionate towards myself about my problems lately. I dont know why, maybe because I feel like if I ignore/diminish them then it’ll be easier to make them go away. But in reality it’s been stopping me from addressing them appropriately. I’ve been treating them like I imagine other people would see them, as ridiculous. Down right silly even. But I shouldn’t care about what others hypothetically think. Inside myself I understand the magnitude of my fears and their origins. They are valid to me. I understand them. But that also makes me feel alone knowing how hard it is to find someone else that doesn’t necessarily understand them, but at least respects them as valid feelings. I get it. It’s extremely common for people to have issues I don’t understand because I’ve never had them/have overcome them already. But everyone is on a different level with different things. 

I’m ashamed it gets in the way of my life so much and my relationships with others. I think it’s one of the leading causes of my current failing friendships. I really feel responsible for the whole thing. But I also know it’s in part his inability to understand/respect my struggles. But that doesn’t change the fact that somewhere along the way in my life, I got fucked up bad enough to be where I am today. Kinda makes it feel like my fault. 

11:42 PM

I feel guilty because here I am safe in my room all the time but I have such a hard time relaxing and being happy. Meanwhile I know people that TRULY deserve the kind of time I have, but I’m here squandering it. It makes me feel pathetic. 

In reality I’m aware that everyone adapts to their circumstances including myself. I’ve adapted to this environment that is more controlled and relaxed than average so to me it’s normal. 

[sambukasam]

Caught

Summary: Dean walks in on you and Sam

Request: Anonymous: Could you make a smut between the reader and Sam. Daddy kink. and have them be caught in the act by dean and dean teases them about it?

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: daddy kink, riding, oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, spanking, reader has a mild pain kink, suit!kink i guess??

Word Count: 3505

A/N: sorry for being ia (and the disgustingly generic fic name)! dear anon, i hope this is okay for you!! im counting it as r (riding) for the abcs because ive been severely slacking on that front

ABC’s of Sex Masterlist ↔︎ Normal Masterlist

Sam looked damn good in anything he wore.

But there was just something about him in a suit that got you going like nothing else could. Maybe it was the way the suit made him seem even more powerful than he already was, maybe it carried an aura of confidence, of dominance.

Whatever it was, the sight of Sam shrugging into the blazer jacket had your breath catching in your throat from where you were sitting at the library table. His eyes shot over to you and he smirked, already knowing how much you loved him in his suits.

"Dean and  I are going down to the police station. Think you can stay away from your pussy for an hour?"

Your eyes widened at how brazenly he used the crude word outside of the bedroom, where Dean could walk by and hear at any time. They also widened because of the heady combination of his suit, his words, his face, him.

If he thought he could get you worked up and not face any retaliation, he was wrong. You put the book you were reading face down on the table and stood up, walking over to him. You leaned up to kiss his jaw before brushing past him and going into the hall, pausing to look over your shoulder at him and to say "I'll try my best, Daddy."

You saw his jaw set and his eyes narrow before you practically ran off to your room, not wanting to be stuck near the stifling sexual tension anymore. You knew that there would be consequences for you calling him that, that one of his rules was to not call him that outside of the bedroom. Another was that you were not allowed to get him worked up in public, so you were pretty much on a roll at that point.

You had to find something to busy yourself with while you waited for Sam to get back, something that would distract you from touching yourself; because if he found out you got off while he was gone he wouldn't be very forgiving. And he always found out.

Occasionally you'd risk it, but you decided you were treading on thin ice already, and if you pushed him too far the punishment would be real, not the fun spanking you were desperately hoping you'd get when he got back.

You stopped your thinking to look at the room, noticing the state of it. You guys had been ghosting in and out of the bunker for the past few weeks and you never really had the chance to take into account how messy you and Sam's room had become.

Cleaning seemed like the best thing to do while you waited because it kept your hands busy, and judging by the clutter of the room, it was going to take a while.

What cleaning didn't keep busy was your mind, however, and you spent the next hour thinking of all the things you wanted Sam to do to you when he got back, hopefully all while he was still in that suit.

The time went by in a blur, and by the time Sam strolled into the room the place was spotless and your panties were soaked.

He leaned against the door frame and folded his arms, the image of peace and composure if it wasn't for the pure, unadulterated lust that was clearly brewing in his eyes. He cleared his throat and you dropped the last dirty shirt into the hamper before daring to speak.

"How'd it go?"

"It was a shifter. It jumped Dean on the way back to the car, we dealt with it. He's in the shower," he said softly, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. "Now, onto the more important question. Were you a good girl while Daddy was gone?"

You nodded and swallowed thickly, feeling your mouth dry up. You shifted on your feet as he casually rolled the sleeves of his jacket and shirt up, and bit your lip as his strong forearms were exposed.

"Use your words, Babygirl," he prompted.

"Yes, I was, Daddy. I didn't touch myself at all," you grinned, leaving the hamper's side and sidling up to him.

You saw his Adam's apple bob in his throat after you called him Daddy. "Bet you're soaked," he commented, and you could tell he had fully sunk into his bedroom role. "Maybe if you didn't break two of my rules earlier, I might have considered letting you come."

Your eyes automatically slid down to his crotch, where the outline of his hard cock was clear against the material of his trousers. You felt your cunt throb in anticipation, and when you looked back up at his face, he was grinning. You could practically hear the cogs whirring away in his brain as he planned what he was going to do to you.

He pushed off of the door frame and ambled over to the bed, shoulders relaxed as he made his way past you. He dropped heavily on the foot of it and patted his lap. He didn't need to say anything, you knew what it meant.

You tried not to smirk as you walked over to him and bent over his lap. You weren't sure which one of you enjoyed spanking more, you or Sam. He loved the power it gave him, and how you trusted him to never go too far. There was also the added bonus of you squirming every time you sat down with his handprint on your ass for weeks afterwards. He was never gentle, he made sure you felt every inch of his hands when he struck your skin.

You loved how teasing it was, how his hands were so close to your pussy. Sometimes his fingers would run along your slit, but he never dipped them in, always keeping up the pretence of it being a punishment. You were a sucker for the pain and how it morphed into pleasure.

He hiked your dress over your hips, leaving your panty-clad ass propped out for him. You wiggled your hips a bit to get more comfortable, and he put a hand on the small of your back to keep you from squirming any more.

"Hm, I wonder how many spanks it'll take for you to finally learn that teasing me doesn't end well for you?" He mused. His big hands kneaded your ass, slipping under the barrier of your panties and slowly pulling your cheeks apart before squishing them back together.

"As many as you think I deserve," you said dutifully.

"Now, I'm at an impasse," he said conversationally. "Obviously, spanking seems like the obvious punishment route. But the more I hit you, the more you get off. Five sounds like a good number, doesn't it?"

You gritted your teeth together, and you knew he was enjoying this immensely. You could take well over fifty, and he was only giving you five? "Yes, Daddy."

"This way, you'll be wanting more of something that you won't be getting. This is a great lesson in humility," he continued.

You dropped your head between your shoulders and decided to avoid making a snarky comment to egg him on, knowing when he was in one of those teasing moods he could be mean.

His hands withdrew from your panties, and he pulled them down just under the twin globes of your butt to keep them out of the way. His hand cracked down harshly suddenly, and you yelped while he rubbed over the mark gently in an effort to calm the pain.

Of course, that soothing sensation went out the window as soon as he pinched the spot that was no doubt a dark red colour already. "Don't forget to count," he said in a sing-song voice. Bastard, you thought to yourself.

"One, sorry Daddy."

Your skin was already throbbing slightly from just the one hit, and you couldn't wait to see what it would look like when he was finished with you, even if it was only five spanks. You knew he'd make them count.

The next time his hand came down, it was on the other cheek, his hands immediately grabbing and squeezing the skin he had just hit. You hissed through your teeth, this had been a little harsher than the first swat. "Two." Your pussy twitched with interest and there was no doubt that you were completely soaked down there.

"Good girl," he praised, and he dipped one of his fingers down to run it through your folds. You whined when his fingertip bumped against your needy clit before quickly retracting.

He spanked you twice in quick succession, and you started buck your hips to attempt to get a bit more pressure on your clit. "Four," you grunted.

"Ah ah," he chastised, grabbing your hips in an inescapable hold. You hissed as the cold air of the room rushed to your ass, which felt as hot as a stove top to you at the moment. You figured the throbbing on your right cheek was in the shape of his hand, which was really fucking hot and you couldn't wait to see it when you guys were finished. "One left, you can stay still or I can make you," he warned.

You stilled immediately, not wanting him to tie you up today. You preferred having your hands free to roam across the broad expanse of his back, to card through his hair and to tug at it when he hit the right spot.

He patted your thigh in what was probably supposed to be a comforting gesture, but to you, all it did was set your nerves on fire in anticipation. He parted your thighs with one of his hands and slipped his palm down to your pussy, rubbing it up and down slowly. "Fuck," you moaned out when you realized what was about to happen.

His hand pulled back, letting the air rush to your soaked folds before it landed a slightly softer blow to your cunt, hard enough to make you shake and tingle all over without causing any actual damage.

"Five," you sighed happily. You were positive you were dripping onto the floor at this point, you were that wet. There was a loud sucking noise, and when you looked up over your shoulder at him you saw that Sam had sucked his fingers that had just been running over your cunt into his mouth in an effort to taste you.

"Think you learned your lesson?" He asked when he was done cleaning his fingers off, pulling you up. You sat on his lap facing him, wrapping both of your arms around his shoulders.

"For now," you hummed, grabbing his hands and leading them to the marked skin, sure that there would be bruises reminding you of this moment a week from now. You squeezed your hands around his, encouraging him to go back to gripping the skin like he had been earlier.

You winced at the pain but pushed down into his palms at the same time. Your pussy twitched, the pain sending sparks flying to it while your hands moved from his and to his face. You cupped his jaw, dragging his mouth to meet yours while he rocked your hips onto his.

"Please, Daddy," you whispered against his lips as your clit came into contact with his covered dick. You tugged on his tie to keep him close while his hands let go of you. He pulled your dress up over your head, flinging it in the general direction of the hamper.

"Lie on the bed," he said softly, giving you a firm slap on the ass as you crawled off of him. You sucked in a deep breath as you made your way to the pillows at the head, taking care to swivel your hips as you went.

You heard his clothes hit the floor behind you, and by the time you were settled he was naked, his hard cock bobbing against his stomach.

"Sam!" You let out a soft yell and laugh as he practically pounced on you, ripping your panties down and past your knees. You froze at the look on his face, knowing you fucked up. You barely acknowledged the dull of pain that was coming from your ass as it came into contact with the blanket, instead focusing on the irritated look he was shooting you.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I meant Daddy, I'm sorry!"

He grinned a dark smirk and leaned over you, his arms bracing around you to hold his weight off of you while he leaned his head down to right beside your ear. "By the time Daddy's done with you, your voice is gonna be hoarse from screaming."

You shivered at the promise, craving him to prove his words.

His big hands gripped your thighs and spread them before he lowered his body so that his face was right in front of your pussy. His breath fanned against you, and you tried to wiggle your cunt close enough for his mouth to actually touch it, but his grip on your legs was strong, and you could barely move an inch.

His eyes closed as he breathed in the scent of you before he let out a low, satisfied sound. When his eyes cracked open to look up at you, there was a teasing glint to them. He made no move to put his mouth on you, and you swore if he kept up the teasing you'd give him blue balls for a week.

"Please, just do something already," you begged.

"I am doing something," he said in a 'duh' tone. "I'm holding your thighs up."

You blinked, unimpressed.

"You're gonna have to be a bit more descriptive than that, princess. And don't forget the magic word."

"Daddy, could you please eat me out?" You asked in an innocent tone, down at him. The way he grinded down onto the bed at your blunt words wasn't lost on you. He finally pressed forwards, his lips pecking your clit slightly.

You could have jumped for joy at the relief of him finally touching you with his mouth, but his hands pinning you down slightly prohibited it. Instead, you settled on tangling your hands in his hair while a smile spread across your lips.

His tongue lapped at the wetness that was coating your cunt and the crease of your thighs before he nibbled the inside of your thigh playfully. You giggled a little at that before sighing contentedly when his tongue pushed into you.

The feeling of him spearing you open after you being so on edge for hours was incredible. He released his hold on your thighs in favour of bracing his forearm against the backs of your knees, holding your legs up while he had a hand free. His tongue slid out of you and was quickly replaced by one of his fingers.

"Daddy!" You cried out while his mouth sucked your clit in. He huffed out a laugh against your sensitive skin while his finger slowly stretched you open. He added a second finger, and you shivered at the stretch. He crooked them inside of you, easily meeting your G spot like it was second nature to him.

With each push and pull of his fingers, you felt yourself draw closer and closer to an orgasm. His tongue traced circles around your clit while he pulled his two fingers out completely before pushing three in. Your walls fluttered around them,  gripping them tightly while they prepared you for his cock.

"Daddy, please can I come?" You begged, your fingers tugging his hair in a way that sent him bucking into the bed again.

"Hold it," he commanded before going back to work. His teeth nibbled your clit lightly, and you almost screamed at the feeling. He sucked it back into his mouth and rolled his tongue around it, touching you everywhere all at once.

You tried your best to hold back, not wanting to come and ruin all of the fun, but it was damn near impossible with the way he was playing your body like an instrument.

When you were right on the verge of coming, not able to hold back any longer, he withdrew. His fingers left you feeling achingly empty, and your clit pulsed in the cold air.

"Good girls come on their Daddy's cocks," he chuckled. He lay down on his back beside you, and you turned your head to face him and gave him a confused look. "I want you to ride me," he explained, and you nodded before rolling over and onto him.

You sat on his cock, slowly grinding down on it and letting it slip in between your folds. You figured he deserved a bit of torture, after what he had put you through. You jumped when both of his hands slapped onto your ass, squeezing tightly and digging his nails into the reddened flesh.

"Stop teasing," he growled lowly.

You nodded and sat up to hover over his cock. He lined himself up for you, and you let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of the head of his cock slip into you. He put both of his hands behind his head and shot a cheeky grin up at you. His muscles bulged at the angle, and you couldn't help but to reach out and wrap your hands around his biceps.

You sank down onto his cock as fast as you could, eager to have him fill you up. "Daaady," you drew out as his thick length split you open.

"I know, princess," he gritted out. His hands fell from where they were propping him up to rest on your waist, his fingers flexing as they dug into you. You swivelled your hips while you let yourself adjust to his huge shape.

He gave you a few moments to relax, and when he felt you begin to raise yourself up his grip followed you, slamming you down quickly.

"Fuck, Babygirl!" He growled while his dick twitched inside of you. Your walls fluttered around him as he guided you back up again, hugging him tightly.

You let him control the pace, eager to let him dominate you. His length was completely filling you up, touching you in places no one else could ever touch, pleasing you in ways no one else ever could.

"Daddy, please, I'm so close," you whined out, shuddering as his thumb stretched down to brush over your clit, rubbing circles. It was all so overwhelming. So much so, in fact, that it took your brain a few seconds to process the sound of the door clicking open.

It seemed that Sam noticed at the same time you did, and he rolled the pair of you over so that his body covered yours, blocking you from the intruder's line of sight while he pulled his cock out of you.

"Sorry, am I interrupting something?"

You squeaked in embarrassment at Dean's amused voice.

Your entire face was burning red as you buried it into Sam's shoulder, wanting to just curl up into a ball and disappear so that you wouldn't have to put up with the teasing Dean would obviously have no problem dishing out.

You could see Sam's eyes draining of lust fast, no doubt his brain was thinking similar thoughts like you were.

"Well, Daddy?" Dean asked with a serious face.

Sam sputtered indignantly over you, looking up over his shoulder and at Dean. "Get out, NOW!"

"You gonna go right back to nailing Y/N as soon as I leave?"

"No!" Sam exclaimed.

"We're gonna get dressed," you mumbled, peeking your head over Sam's shoulder. You decided that was a bad idea when you made eye contact with Dean. The annoying look was already written plain across his face, and you braced yourself for whatever stupid one-liner he was sure to come with.

"Alright, buckle bunny."

"Dean! Fuck off," Sam glowered.

Dean let out a small, self-satisfied chuckle before stepping back out into the hall and pulling the door shut after him.

Sam got up off of you instantly, sitting beside you. He offered you his hand and pulled you up into a sitting position beside him, running a hand through his hair before turning and shooting you a sheepish smile.

"Is he ever gonna let us live this down?" You asked, grinning without being able to help yourself.

"Doubt it," Sam shrugged, before getting up and digging through your drawers to find clothes for the pair of you.

When you guys walked into the kitchen Dean was waiting, propping himself up against the counter with a bottle of beer in one hand. "Hey cowgirl, daddy," he nodded at you both as he acknowledged your presence.

You groaned and threw the nearest thing to your hands at him, which happened to be a towel that barely sailed half the distance towards him.

"Oh, you have no idea how much fun I'm going to have with this," he chuckled.

[rainkilled-a]

Discord thread 001-- The First Time

Under the cut is a very smutty thread but it’s also cute and kinda fluffy , so there’s that too. 

@waldenborn

Rainkilled

The first days on the ground had been a rush of emotions for Peter. He was free and so was Bree. They all were. And earth was beautiful. But then the Jordan boy has been speared, and the acid fog had killed Atom, and he had begun to realize that not everything was as beautiful as it seemed. The forest was though. The trees, the smell, the air. He had his back pressed to the metal of the dropship when he finally heard a noise interrupting his thoughts. "Hey Morris." He said, tone even. "Bellamy send you to cut my wrist off?"

waldenborn

Ever since arriving on the ground, Helo felt like it was his time to start over, but instead of being the weakest link, he was going to be selfish. He was going to care about himself more than anyone. So when Bellamy picked up the pace, and started to lead the people, Helo knew that he was going to be friends with the man. So it wasn't wrong of Peter to associate Helo to Bellamy; he practically been one of the few dicks who been edging others to take off their wristbands. Stepping into view, gold hues looked towards the other with his well known smirk stretched across his boyish features. "No, just wanted to have a chat." Despite innocent words, Helo's body posture pulled a different message: he had something up his sleeve. "Just wanted to see if you had a problem with me." Take the bait, Peter.

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Peter raised an eyebrow and rolled his head to the side to face the area that Helo had appeared in. "Should I have an issue with you?" He was a little confused by the question. He wasn't really the type of person who had an issue with anyone. There was something about the way he holding himself that struck peter. There was an ulterior motive, and the smaller boy had no idea if it was a friendly one or not. "I don't have an issue with you. I have an issue with the general attitude around camp but-" he shrugged. "Not poorly effecting me or Bree yet so I'll pick my battles."

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He nodded, as if he was intently listening to each and every word. Each and every syllable. His hands reached around to his back, holding each other as if he was taking a position of a soldier - something he often absentmindedly do. "So, you watching me as I walk around camp is just in my head?" he asked, pivoting a boot forward and feeling the grass crease beneath his step. "Or maybe you were checking me out." Helo wanted to hear it, fuel his ego, but also play a game. Peter was easy on the eyes, for sure, and a great distraction to the world going to shit around them.

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Peter laughed, a smile taking over his face. "That what you followed me out here for?" He absently toyed with his wristband and shook his head. "To call me out on watching you? I mean damn, Morris, you're not even gonna play the game for a little bit? He turned a little more fully so that only his shoulder pressed to the dropship. "I was definitely checking you out. But so is half the camp, what's your point?"

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"Half the camp? Well, don't I feel special," he quipped, his own smile broadening within his words. Subconsciously, his tongue swiped out to wet his bottom lip briefly. Taking a step forward, he looked down at the wristband that was coiled firmly around Peter's wrist. He had to get it off. Taking another step, lessen the space, Helo asked him, "So, y' like what you see?"

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"Don't get a big head. Arrogance is unbecoming." He laughed and shook his head. "What is this, Morris?" He was looking at him suspiciously. He wanted to go along with it. More than anything he wanted to let the heat in his stomach rule over the way his brain was screaming at him to walk away. "Flirt your way into my pants so you can fuck me into submission?" He rolled his eyes, but his posture had become more rigid. As if he visibly had to stop himself from stepping in closer or shifting his body in a way that would show just how much he want this. "If you want to band that bad you can have it."

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Helo  knew he was getting under his skin, and it only fueled the fire all the more. And his steady gait dared not falter from carrying him towards where Peter stood by the Dropship. He wasn't terribly close to cause any discomfort, or to drive him insane yet, but still closer than they originally had been. "The wristband? You'd give it to me? Just like that?" Despite Peter calling him out, Helo kept the coy hum in his voice. Honestly, Helo wouldn't mind at all to see what he was like beneath the sheets - to hear his whimpering moans fall from his lips, feel his legs shake, and just really fuck him. "There's gotta be a catch."

Rainkilled

"You think I really care about the wrist band?" Peter gave him a disbelieving look. "I don't. It's not about the wristbands. It's about how you guys are treating people." He looked at Helo with amusement in his eyes. "The real question is- if I give it to you now, are you still going to be standing there, looking at me like that?" He shrugged. "I don't care enough about the bracelet to let myself be taken advantage of for it. But if it's actual interest then I'm listening."

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"I guess there's only one way to find out, is there?" Helo asked, extending a hand out to the dropship behind peter so that his palm could splay out on the cool metal. A brow arched in challenge, and his opposing hand extended a makeshift knife created from the rubble of the dropship. It was one of the way to pry open the wristband. It hurt like hell, but it worked. "Take it off."

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Peter considered for a moment. He had been keeping it on based on principle alone. He hated how they were treating people, and he kept it as if a symbol that he wouldn't be bullied into submission, despite how soft he was as a person. But the glint in Helo's eye was too much, and it had raised his interest to high. His jaw was set unhappily. He hated not being sure of his decisions. But he really was curious as to where this was going. Without another word, he put his hand against the metal. "Get it over with then." He smirked a little. "And what exactly are you planning to tell your buddies about how you managed to convince me?"

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A satisfied chuckle rumbled from the confines of his throat, holding Peter's wrist that was accessorized with the heavy metal. He wedged the tip of the knife between the line that looked as though the wristband connected together at, and started to pry, wiggle, and shove the knife though - being sure to not cut Peter by the end process. When the metal popped free, and the whirling of the mechanics inside faded out, Helo tossed the hunk of metal over his shoulder. "Thought maybe I'd tell 'em I sucked you off," Helo quipped, though the space between them did not increase - Helo still stood where he was. "But I hate being a liar."

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"Then don't be a liar." Peter heard his own voice and damn near cursed himself out loud. He sounded ridiculous. He sounded like he was making attempts at flirting, not like he was actually any good at it. It was painfully embarrassing to hear the crack in his tone, which was easily an octave higher than normal. Damn did he hope in that moment that Helo was being serious because if it was a game, Peter was losing He looked down and rubbed his wrist lightly. It hurt more than he wanted to admit, but mostly, he needed something else to look at or focus on. Something other than Helo's face, which was making his own turn redder by the second.

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"Yeah, we wouldn't want that, would we?" Helo muttered, voice hoarse as if to whisper so just their ears picked up on his words. Pearl teeth peeked between pink lips as he reached out and captured the swell of his lower lip, dragging along the tender flesh. Even as Peter ducked his head, Helo's gaze remained fixed on what he could see - he even almost lowered his height so that he could capture Peter's eyes and level a gaze with him. But Helo didn't, he just let Peter feel the way Helo's golden orbs flitted over his frame, drinking in the sight of him. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Peter? Probably thought about it as you watched me walk around camp."

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"Don't screw with my head, Morris." His words were weak, lacking the conviction that he wished they had. "You wanna hear me say I want it, I get it, but you've given me no reason to believe you aren't just toying with me, and I'm not giving into that." His chest was rising heavily, and he finally looked up and locked his eyes, bright blue and full of warmth, onto Helo's. "Do it or don't. If you're into the cat and mouse game, I'll be happy to play it with you when I trust you. But right now, I dont"(edited)

waldenborn

He was right, Helo was playing with him - but with hopeful, arbor intent. Helo thought maybe he could get a good lay, but it was becoming painstakingly clear that Peter just might not be in the mood to play. Though his smile did not falter,  it concealed his peal teeth as he pressed his lips together in a line. He dipped a boot back, taking a step away, and raised his hands in mock surrender in front of him. "Alright, my bad."

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Peter swallowed thickly as he watched Helo step back. "What are you doing?" He asked, his hand moving to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly. He felt the sudden space between them much stronger than he expected. "I didnt--" Peter tried to pull himself together.  "I didn't say you had to back up. I may not trust you, but you could change that. The ball is your court. Like I said, Im not interested in being manipulated, but if you're serious, then you have my attention."

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His hands lowered to fall by his sides, his gaze still unwavering from the other. It was almost unfair how he looked standing there, the metal of the dropship as the backdrop while complimented with shades of green that helo didn't know existed from trees surrounding them. If Helo was honestly, Peter looked delicious. At the thought, Helo's tongue subconsciously peeked out to wet his lips as he took a warning step back closer. As if to allow Peter to change his mind if he wanted. "What if I'm not exactly in the business of anything serious?"

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Peter scoffed slightly. "What, you mean you dont wanna snuggle and skip off into the sunset with me?" He raised his eyebrows, giving him a challenging look. "You underestimate me." He shifted, bringing one knee up a little so his foot rested on the dropship.  "We might die tomorrow. I dont think anyone around here is interested in much more than a good lay." He bit his lip. It was only partly true. He still did want love and passion and everything that came with it. But he also wanted Helo, and the two didnt necessarily go hand in hand.

waldenborn

If Helo wasn't wrong, it sounded like Peter was fine with the terms and conditions of Helo's lifestyle. Nothing serious. Nothing public - nothing that he had once done before with Persephone. He fell back into space where he was once before, practically nose to nose with the other. "Can you blame us?" Helo intoned, the corner of his lips pulling higher than the other, a glimmer of his teeth peeking from one half of his slightly parted lips. "We just want to make sure we go out with a bang."

Rainkilled

"Nope." He smirked. "A literal bang." He took a deep breath, and at this point they were sharing the same air, breathing each other in. "So?" He raised an eyebrow at Helo, wondering what was happening here. "Are we doing this?" He leaned in a little, a shaky breath coming out. "Because it looks like it's just us out here, and you got the stupid wristband, so what are we waiting for?"(edited)March 6, 2018

waldenborn

"Maybe I'm just trying to figure you out first," Helo mused, his simper broadening, and closing the remaining space that shared between them so that their chests were practically melding together. Like he was pinning Peter against the dropship, hips pressed against hips. "Maybe I could stretch the truth. Instead of sucking you off, I just go for home run." His hand trailed down along Peter's chest with an indolent pace, stopping just above Peter's pants.

Rainkilled

"I always thought I was pretty transparent, all things considered." He laughed, but then was cut off by the words that came off his lips. His body was reacting to Helo before his mouth had a chance to form words. "You talk a big game." he said, but already his voice was weak. "If you wanna fuck me, then youre gonna have to ask nicely." He tried to sound even slightly confident. But his body leaning against Helo's was making it impossible to focus. He shivered underneath him, biting his lip.

waldenborn

"Mmm?" Helo hummed, leaning in to press an open mouth kiss against a column of Peter's neck. He slanted his lips over Peter's jugular, lapping at it briefly before moving his head away to look back at Peter. "Please?" he whispered, though his voice was lack of begging  -  more so waiting for the go ahead. His hand that rested just above Peter's pants leisurely moved down to tug at the button that was begging to be popped free.

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Peter knew he was done for the minute Helo's lips touched his skin. A small, soft noise came from him, and he couldn't help the way that one hand flew to the back of Helo's head, lacing into dark hair. "Okay." He smiled a little, his free hand resting on the other boy's hip. "Yeah. Fuck me." Part of him still thought this was a game. Like at any minute, Helo would pull back and go laugh with his buddies about how weak Peter had been. But even if it was a game, Helo had won. "And keep doing that, god damn." He let out a short laugh, extending his neck to give Helo the access peter wanted him to have.

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Helo felt as Peter gave in, knowing he canted his head slightly for him to press another open mouth kiss against the column of his neck. In reaction, Helo pressed firmly against Peter, being sure to pin him against the Dropship with his own weight. If Peter couldn't feel it before, he sure as hell can feel Helo's hardening member as he pressed against him. His kisses started to trail - but instead of downward, like Helo thought he would (and kiss Peter's collarbone like there was no tomorrow) - his kisses trailed upward, along Peter's sharp jawline. A graze of his teeth against Peter's tanned skin. And then another kiss against the corner of Peter's lips with a devilish simper.

Rainkilled

Peter let out a soft whine as he felt Helo's hardness pushing into him. But it was his lips that were really ruining him. Peter was a sucker for the feeling of lips on his neck. If Helo didn't stop, he'd soon be supporting Peters weight as he went weak in the knees. "Fuck." He breathed out the word as his hand tightened in Helos hair. His hand snuck between there bodies, popping open the button of Helos pants and reaching for his length. "Fuck that feels good."

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He chuckled out a moan against Peter's flesh as he felt a hand coil around his length. In reaction, his hips jutted forward, desperate to remain in the palm of Peter's soft hands. A leg slotted in the space between Peter's, as his own palms splayed out on the dropship behind the pair as means to keep himself upright. The more he felt Peter's hand pump his length, the more his legs nearly trembled with anticipation. "Fuck, Colton."

Rainkilled

A breathy laugh came off Peters lips. It surprised him. Helo's soft chuckle and his own returning laugh, it was so casual. As if this was something normal. As if they were comfortable with each other to a degree in which laughter during sex didn't bother them nor make them self conscious. He wasn't sure how such a cavalier attitude had come through the air. But his hand kept moving and his head tilted slightly the other direction, capturing Helo's lips with his own for the first time. For a minute, he wondered if that was okay. But he didn't have time to think about it as his own hardness ached with anticipation.

waldenborn

The connection of their fervor lips caused Helo's spine to stiffen briefly, and his jaw to pull taut. But as he realized the warmth that Peter's lips emitted, and how soft they felt upon the touch, Helo found himself intoxicated. And his own lips slanted over Peter's possessively to beg for more access, daring Peter to part his own lips. In retaliation, Helo crushed his weight against Peter's, though hips still allowing him access down his pants. The leg that was slotted between Peter lifted slightly to create some form of friction against the other.

Rainkilled

Peter let his knees buckle a little, increasing the pressure of Helo's leg between his and causing him to moan lightly into the mans mouth as he opened his and gave him access . The taste of Helo's kiss wasn't one that Peter would soon forget, and before he could process anything, their tongues were battling for dominance, searching each other's mouths. The feeling of being pinned made Peter harder even still, and he bucked his own his softly against Helo's leg. Hand pausing its motions on his length, he pulled sharply on a belt loop, silently requesting that the pants come off.

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As soon as Helo was allowed access, he slipped his tongue past Peter's lips and dragged it along the roof of his mouth with a rather upward curl of his own brims. When the motion on his member stopped, Helo had to bite back the groan, dragging his teeth along the swell of Peter's lips as his hips jutted forward yet again. Though they crushed any space that was shared between them   --   instead, they were becoming molded as one. Helo understood Peter, though, and reached down to slip his pants free from hugging his waist. "God, you're so hot."

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His words brought a smile to Peters lips but his breathing was too ragged at this point to form any kind of verbal response, instead, his hand left Helo's member completely, moving to his neck, holding both hands there  and kissing him more excitedly then he had before. Like now if he let go, it would suck the air from his lungs completely. Peter forced himself out of his own pants, not  even bothering with his shirt as he finally broke the kiss, his eyes searching deep into Helo's for a minute. Silently, slowly with a wicked smirk, Peter turned away from him, splaying his one  hand on the dropship, the other pulling Helo behind him so that his back pressed to the boys chest

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The growl that rumbled from the confines of Helo's throat was coarse, desperate, hungry when Peter turned so that his back pressed firmly against Helo's front. His member sprang free from his boxers when he tugged them down to his thighs, out of the way. A hand reached up along Peter's neck, fingers disappearing into gold locks, his lips suddenly hungry to taste the sweet spot there. Instead, his opposing hand reached down to his member, guiding it to brush against Peter's entrance, aiming to tease instead of giving the other what he wanted right away. This caused a rather wide grin to blossom on his features.

Rainkilled

"Fuck." Peter whispered as he felt Helo against him. This was real now. It wasn't a joke. It was Helo fucking with him for the sake of the band. They were trapping doing this and Peter wanted it so much more than he had expected or been ready to admit. If he was honest with himself, he'd wanted it for days. The fingers in his hair felt good and his shuddered softly, waiting, anticipation burning in his veins as Helo's cock rubbed against him. "You're an ass." He laughed breathlessly, knowing Helo was teasing for fun

waldenborn

"You like it," Helo whispered in Peter's ear, a smile within his voice. Ever since the drop ship, Peter was always there  --  always within his gaze, looking back at him, reminding each other that they held hands before they even landed. His touch moved his locks and splayed out upon one of Peter's hands that rested on the dropship before both of them. And after leisure push of his hips, he entered Peter, making his grin broadened all the more on his features.

Rainkilled

Peter had to dip his head into his own arm to keep from moaning out. If this was something that happened more than once, he was gonna have to get used to being quiet, as not to attract the attention of 98 other people. "Holy fucking shit." He gasped and his head fell backwards onto Helo's shoulder as he arched a little, pushing backwards against Helo, forcing him in a little deeper and knowing that his eyes were rolling back into his head a little. "Yeah-" he gasped. "I like it." He agreed with a breathy laugh

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Helo was standing in the small hill that the impact of the dropship made upon the first landing, making him slightly short than his usual height, and yet perfect for Peter to dip his head back to rest perfectly against his shoulder. His hand moved from between them to mirror the action his opposing hand in covering the back of Peter's hand with his palms, but as Peter lowered himself even deeper onto Helo, his fingers curled into the space between Peter's fingers, gripping him. His lips moved to press against Peter's neck, allowing him to feel his smile before he pressed an open mouth kiss against the column of Peter's jugular.

Rainkilled

There was something about the fact that Helo was smiling that made Peters stomach flutter in a way completely unrelated to the lust that he was feeling. He whimpered under the feeling of lips at his throat, curling his own fingers around Helo's and squeezing a little. He stilled his body, adjusting on Helo for a minute before he began to move again, just rocking back and forth a little. "Hey-" he gasped and turned his head to stretch back to him. "Kiss me." He said, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip.

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Helo loved the arch of Peter's back  --  how hot it looked as the other bowed for him. It was that small arch of his back that begged for a cress, a kiss, or for him to drag his teeth across the sensitive skin. He imagined spanning Peter's waist, robust fingers digging into his soft, taut skin before slipping lower and lower before he found the round curvature of Peter's ass, and cup them, kneading, hungry, needy. At Peter's words, Helo fought back the groan that blossomed within his ribcage as he complied, pressing his lips against his own   --   all the while he started to move his hips.

Rainkilled

Groans mixed with whines came off his lips, directly into Helo's mouth. God did it feel good. He wanted to think it was just getting laid that felt good but he knew better. It was Helo. It was an unspoken connection that had been brewing since they sat in that ship. Like they were made for each other. And for the first time in his life, Peter maybe would have believed in soulmates. He rocked back against Helo, matching every thrust, fingers tightening, gripping, knowing neither of them would last very long at this rate.

waldenborn

He swallowed each mew that dripped from Peter's lips, the sound delicious to his ears. It meant that he was doing something right. He even had to fight back the desperate, soundless gasp that formed in his own mouth as he felt Peter rock back against him. Perhaps it was because he hadn't had this kind of physical connection for too long, or it was because it was Peter, but Helo realized just how starved he was for this kind of intimacy. Fingers were pressed tight against each other, their hungry moans muffled by the other's lips, providing the ability to stay quiet as the other delinquents were shuffling around on the other side of the dropship.

Rainkilled

Peter pulled one of his hands of the dropship, taking Helo's too. He was surprised at the way his body swayed. He didn't realize how much he had been relying on the ship for stability. Slowly he moved their hands back down to his aching member , letting both of their fingers wrap around and pump his length together. It caused a shudder to run through his entire body and he light bit Helo's bottom lips as they kissed, desperate for release but so badly wanting this to last so much longer

waldenborn

A tremor took to his spine as felt Peter start to guide his hand, unsure where to at first. His throat? His chest? Hip? No, his throbbing member that nearly jolted beneath his touch, sensitive and aching. He allowed Peter to let his hand start pumping him, his fingers curling around the base and hoping to give Peter the same sweet buildup that was already pooling in Helo's stomach. Suddenly focused on wanting to give Peter the same amount of pleasure, he almost forgot to continue to move his hips, making him draw his lip away from Peter's tiers to press a gentle bite against the muscle between Peter's shoulder and the column of his neck.

Rainkilled

A soft "uh" fell off is lips when he felt the boy's teeth. He liked that a lot. And he was starting to get overwhelmed by how much he liked everything that was happening. He felt Helo slow down a little and took it upon himself to rock back harder, wanting to bring him to the edge, knowing that he himself wouldn't last much longer. "Fuck that's good." He moaned again, maybe a little too loud this time. "You're gonna make me cum soon." He warned softly

waldenborn

"Cum for me," Helo breathed against Peter's golden skin, followed quickly behind with a low, dangerous growl from his throat as he felt Peter rock back against him even harder. A part of Helo wished that he could peel his chest from Peter's back, peer down at the space between them, and watch as Peter moved against him. But the desire to make Peter feel just as good, if not better, clouded that wish. He pressed another open mouth kiss against Peter's skin, before repeating Peter's words, "Kiss me."

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Peters head fell back, obliging, searching for his lips and finding them happily. It was mere seconds later that he was cumming, covering the dropship and Helo's hand. It was a damn good thing his mouth was occupied, because the guttural sound he let out would have been way to loud had it not be silenced by the other mans mouth. As if wanting to give Helo even more he rocked his hips down and forward, then up and back, rolling on him as opposed to just thrusting back and forth:March 26, 2018

waldenborn

There was a sense of pride that swelled a warmth in Helo's chest as he felt Peter cum within his robust palm, attested with the the smile within the kiss the two shared. But the feeling was short-lived and replaced happily with the pleasure jolting up and down his spine when Peter rocked back down on Helo, not yet done. He broke free from Peter's lip,  letting out a rather loud gasp and ducked his head to look down in the space between them. "You're gonna make me cum."

Rainkilled

"That's the goal, baby." Peter said, reaching his head back even further and pressing his lips to Helo's jaw. It was soft and sweet and he wanted to savor that. He didn't know what this was, but when he was laying in his tent tonight, he wanted to look back on it and feel like it meant something. Despite the fact that they agreed it didn't. Part of him wondered if helo only had felt the need to clarify that because of the weird tension the two of them carried. He reached back, letting his hand reach into Helo's dark curls, doing another circle of his hips with a groan. "Cum for me." he repeated back with a soft smirk.

waldenborn

If his hand didn't hold Peter's cum, he would've reached up and tangled his fingers with Peter's yet again within his dark locks, but he didn't. Instead, his opposing hand whose grip was still curled about Peter's hand against the dropship tightened, signaling the inevitable. It was building within his stomach, slowly and gradually feeling like a dam straining to break. He tried to stay quiet, he really did, but the desperate hitch in his breath was audible as Helo reached climax. Fuck, Peter's words still echoed in his head like a mantra and it was beyond hot. Cum for me. Something so tangible within his head, forever to be kept for lonely nights spent alone.

Rainkilled

Peter felt him release, felt him ride out the orgasm, and he slowly slowed down until he'd brought his hips to a stop. He didnt want to release Helo's hand. That seemed to be a pattern that was evolving in his life. But still, he kept his fingers linked in Helo's as  he pulled off of him, slowly turning around so they were chest to chest again. He chuckled softly. "Wipe your hand on my shirt. I'll put my jacket back on over it and no one will question it." His lips pressed to Helo's again. This time he stiffened a little. Like he didnt know if it was okay without the guise of sex to cover it.

waldenborn

Perhaps it was the drums of lust that coursed hot through his veins that made him reciprocate the kiss, or maybe it was something deeper that Helo was far too clouded to realize, but Helo didn't care. He could feel the tension within Peter's lip, and slanted his own lips over Peter's for their brims to find accord with each other yet again. His clean hand reached reached up to ghost along Peter's jaw, fingers curling around the column of his neck, keeping a firm grip on the other.

Rainkilled

Peter smiled into the kiss when he realized it was okay. His whole body seemed to relax and his hand moved up to grip the side of Helo's face in a similar manner. "Can't get enough now, Morris?" he teased softly into the kiss, but then he was moving, his arms wrapping around Helo's shoulders completely, pulling him close and lingering on his lips. And he knew that this kiss had nothing to do with casual sex in the woods, but he wasn't going to ruin the moment

waldenborn

Strongly enough, Helo let Peter pull him down with him and lessen the space between them until their torsos were pressed firmly together, bodies threatening to mold together. He felt robbed of air, which was why he couldn't kiss for too long, pulling away to allow fresh air to hit his lungs like a ton of bricks. "Can you blame me? You're so ...." a heavy, satisfied sigh, "damn hot." There was a noticeable upward curl of his lips, hooded eyes finding Peter's.

Rainkilled

Peter's lips curled upwards into a smile. It was genuine and warm and hopeful. "Put your pants on and go tell your buddies that you got the stupid wristband before someone comes looking for you." He stole another kiss, unable to wipe the smile off his face. "We can pick this up another time." He dropped his arms, patting Helo on the chest softly. "Go. I'll see you--around or later or something."

waldenborn

At the pat against his chest, Helo took it as means to finally take his cue to leave. His hands reached down, fingers hooked around his loops to drag his pants leisurely up to rest snug against his waist. However, as he did this, his simper never faltered from his features, and his gaze never wavered from the other. Ducking down, Helo grabbed both of their shirts from the ground, but followed Peter's earlier instructions and wiping Peter's cum against the fabric of his shirt before tossing it towards him. "Hell yeah you're gonna see me later," Helo teased, his tongue subconsciously swiping along his lower lip as he pulled his shirt over his head.

Rainkilled

A laugh followed. "Sounds like a plan." He said with a grin, taking his own shirt and then reaching for his jacket. He reddened in the face, looking down at his feet as if suddenly embarrased. Maybe because the promise didn't feel simply sexual, and it made his heart flutter. He pulled his clothes on quickly and started to walk away. He was a few paces away when he paused, turning around. "Hey--" He jogged back, placing another dip kiss over Helo's lips. "Okay. Later." He said, turning and actually walking away now

[space-lions-and-imagines]

If requests are open could you do some headcannons for the paladins for when their s/o asks them to spar but they are really graceful and looks like they are just dancing around them?

Eyyyy its been a long time but here I am making a weird gradual return! Season three has me hype and even though I have yet to watch it the spark is making its way back. So for the moment no spoilers please but once I watch it prepare for (hopefully) a more steady supply of writing~ So for the time being please enjoy this my dears

Shiro

-He loves training with them! He hates standing still and working out is an easy way to get off some access energy and wow his s/o is actually volunteering to spar with him is a dream come true 

-He doesn’t want to push them too hard though so he vows to take it easy, he isn’t trying to be condescending he just knows that going full force probably doesn’t make for a very good date

-He is watching s/o very closely, even more so than when he is fighting/sparring anyone else, so he quickly realizes just how graceful they actually are. He makes a comment about it not being very good form because he can easily knock them down 

-Eventually he actually forgets what it is he is actually doing because he gets so caught up in watching them and his own movements start to mirror their’s so it ends up being like that scene from Avatar when Katara and Aang are spar dancing 

-This also leads to s/o being able to find an easy opening and landing a direct hit to his chest knocking him back. This turns into that scene where Mulan first took down Shang and hes super impressed. 

-You know what it really is just like a scene from a movie complete with s/o leaning over and saying “Next time I promise to take it easy on you" 

Keith

-First things first is that asking Keith to spar is not the best idea. He backs down for no one. He is set to destroy at all times and he does not take losing well so s/o needs to be prepared for that 

-He is ready to go whenever though and its a good chance to see him in his natural element. He actually moves just as graceful and s/o has to not fall into the trap of watching his hips move and muscles flex because it really is quite a site 

-Keith is actually quite the trash talker when sparring too so there are lots of things to distract s/o when going against him. But they don’t realize just how mesmerized he is by them because he tries to hide it as hard as possible 

-What gives him away though is the color on his cheeks that has nothing to do with how hot its getting in the training bay no matter what he says. He also stammers ever so slightly ‘wh-what are you trying to uh do … do exactly? Hit me or um waltz, is it called waltzing? well you know what I mean either way!’

-He still ends up winning in the end, or whatever the equivalent of winning is in sparring, but afterwards s/o finds that he is still watching them really closely which they find kind of weird since usually he is avoiding looking at them directly because hes a shy boy 

-When asked what he is doing when caught he just tells them that "I just … think we should do that more often. It was fun," 

Pidge

- She has two moods which are: "I never want to step foot in the training bay” and “someone better FIGHT ME” so as long as s/o knows how to determine these moods there is no problem at all getting her to spar with them 

- Her fighting style is all about getting in close to her opponant so s/o is probably already a little bit flustered, its not often that they get to be this close 

- S/O quickly learns that its hard to actually land a hit since she is so quick and agile so they focus on blocking instead. This turns into this ducking and weaving sort of dance that Pidge picks up on 

- Seeing this Pidge starts to calculate the way that she moves to see s/o react, forcing them to move in even more dance like movements with her. She tries to keep a straight face when eventually s/o slips and shes forced to catch them but that only last for about .2 seconds before they are both cracking up 

- “Maybe next time I should ask you to dance so I could get an actual work out in,” she teases after wards when they are cooling down, this comment is met with s/o pouring ice cold water down her back 

- In the end it just makes them both a laughing grinning mess and helps relieve more stress than traditional sparring ever could 

Lance

- Honestly he didn’t even go into this thinking of sparring, he only took up the offer to spar because he loves spending alone time with s/o and this seemed like the perfect chance 

- He actually brought music to play during it, something upbeat and easy to dance to because he wasn’t so much looking to train as he was looking for a chance to gyrate his hips in s/o’s direction. 

- S/O tries to ignore him and his very obvious dancing but finds themselves falling into the trap. They start moving in time to the beat and throwing in unnecessary flourishes of their hips and rolling of their body 

- Lance wasn’t actually expecting his plan to work so he didn’t even pick up on it at first cause hes an absolute oblivious fool. It isn’t until s/o starts humming along to the music and stops trying to hit him does it occur to him that 'omg its happening!' 

- He then pulls out all the stops because this boy can dance and whats worse is he knows just how good he is. His body is a weapon and his sights are set on s/o and the only thing that is saving them is the fact that they are just as good as him. So its really a test of wills to see whos going to slip up first 

- It ends up being s/o who ends up literally tripping, even though its actually Lance’s fault because he wasn’t watching what he was doing because he was too busy making heart eyes at his s/o and ended up stepping on their feet. He uses this opportunity to dip them like he had it all planned 

- “You’re pretty good at sparring but your dancing could use some work. Good thing Im an amazing teacher on top of a list of other things,” he would tease before going in for a kiss and switching the music to something slow and sweet, his mission accomplished 

Hunk

- He is mildly surprised by the request to spar but hes a very easy going guy, as long as he has nothing else he has to do he would do whatever s/o asked him. If it makes them happy he is completely on board 

- He’s slightly on edge about it though, just because he doesn’t want to hurt them on accident. This means he focuses less on s/o and more on his own body and how hes moving. It actually makes him a pretty easy target and in simple terms s/o is easily able to kick his ass 

- S/O would notice this and would want him to losen up. S/O would grab his chin and smile in the way that makes him melt while telling him to relax and just watch them. He practically melts but he manages to comply because how could he deny a request to stare at an angel? 

-Its then that he realizes that wow they are so graceful that it should be illegal and at a certain point he stops trying to spar and is just circling around them watching them because after all this is what they wanted right? 

- He eventually gives up the whole sparring thing and just pulls them into his arms and starts to slow dance with them. S/O struggles at first not understanding what hes playing at but when he lays his forehead against theirs and whispers about how beautiful they are all bets are off. Now it is there turn to melt 

- Honestly they just end up making out in the training bay which is frowned upon but sadly is not an uncommon occurrence in the castle either. The others find them kissing in random places more often than anyone cares to admit