#shows him to you in ym hands

[rubyloops]

he’s really perfect. To me

[sanemisstalker]

!spoiler!

hey, I saw your requests are open, so here we go...

imagine rengoku and y/n had a 'friends with benefit' relationship before he passed away, but then he comes back 2 years after his 'dead'.

as half demon.

he's sitting in front of your bedroom window one night and you can't believe your eyes...

he tells you how much he missed you and that his love for you grew stronger every day (soft human ren) but when he smelled that you let giyuu touch your body... oh dear

he shows y/n who she belongs to..(rough demon ren) his other half taking over and fucks y/n so hard and good to make it clear that she belongs to him. only him.

👉👈 hf <3

You deserve the most INSANE head for this concept oh ym fucking god. Oh my fucking g o d. I went delusional when I saw this last night.

CW/ Fem reader, AFAB genitalia, Breasted /Rengoku briefly mentions Suicide/ SPOILERS FOR THE MANGA......../ Giyu's life is on a clock/ Possessiveness/ BDSM Dynamics (mutual ownership)

-I can imagine how the news would've stricken you in specific. How muted it must have been. Day in and day out of hearing the cries of people much closer to the flame pillar than you could ever hope to be.

-You weren't his brother, you weren't his father- You weren't any of the young men that watched him pass- That had to stare at his, apparently, mangled corpse for hours, awaiting help in the uncomfortably hot air he left in his death.

-Hell, you weren't even a hashira yet. You just... knew the guy a little too intimately. Just enough for it to hurt more than you felt you deserved.

-It's not like he was going to marry you, or even ask for a partnership. They hadn't found a ring on his body in some grand last appeal-

-He wasn't even thinking about coming back for you-

-and it had felt that way for a while, now. You weren't counting the days, but you knew his birthday had passed twice. You hadn't quite remembered yours, but his had come and gone.

-Rengoku always remembered those kinds of details though. He was pretty big on the little things, so much so that he considered no thing too little.

-When the ex-water hashira had dropped off a small gift, courtesy of himself, you were partially confused. You hadn't known Giyu inherently well, nor did you think he paid you any mind.

-'I've been looking for your home for a while.' He'd hand you the gift. 'It was... hard to find.'

-'What is this for?'

-'Your birthday.'

-'It's my birthday?' The question came out more pathic than you'd hoped.

-'I- this may seem invasive... but... before his death, Rengoku had mentioned the date to me in passing. I had to ask around to see what was so important about it.'

-'He mentioned my birthday?' God, you were just full of pathetic questions, it seemed.

-'The... anniversary was just last week...' He was clearly stumbling.

-'I- maybe it's because my years are... numbered... but I- I wanted to put forward his kindness. I was too in my own head to do so while he was alive. Please open it before I say anything else.'

-It was a button. The top one of the demon slayer uniform.

-'I don't want to make any... assumptions about you and Rengoku, but I know, at the bare minimum, he was fond of you. I think he would've wanted you to have something of his... He left most of his clothes to his younge-'

-He'd begin apologizing profusely when you'd start sobbing. You'd collapse into his arms, clutching the box to your sternum and just wailing- A wail you hadn't known Kyojuro would even think you'd be worthy of.

-But Giyu thought you were worthy of it, and Giyu was the only one here right now. You cried in his arms for what felt like hours. You couldn't remember the last time you'd let somebody hold you- let a lone a man.

-His smell was cathartic. Like rain.

-His kiss meant nothing. Neither did the tear filled sex. Giyu was a dying man who'd done an inexplicable kindness. You got to pretend he was there, Giyu got to experience a warmth he'd never been rewarded for throwing a life away.

-You did not want Giyu to stay over in your bed, and thanked that button on your nightstand for his absence when you awoke in the dead of night.

-but Kyojuro remembers the little things.

-And you remember those loud eyes. They were perched at your window seal.

-You blinked once, twice-

-and then his face started to form in the darkness, and you were sure Giyu must have brought some ailment with him, because no. Not your Kyojuro, it must've been a delusion. Or maybe the original wasn't really dead-

-The way he said your name was undeniable. Past the buzz of the cicadas, and the huff of the wind.

-'Y/N.' The man said.

-'K-Kyojuro?'

-'Y/N!' There was palpable glee in the air, radiating from the man that claimed to be Kyojuro Rengoku.

-'W-who are you?' You'd croak.

-'...I'm Rengoku Kyojuro?' He'd respond softly. 'It is dark in here, I suppose. I'd meet you in the daylight if I could. I'm... not able, though.'

-How love stricken you must've been. At the mere chance that it was even partially him, you were bounding into his arms. You ignored the clear horns on his head, and bizarre markings along his neck. The undeniable smell of fear wafting from him-

-It was him. You knew even God or the devil himself couldn't recreate his warmth.

-It would take everything to remind Rengoku of his enhanced strength. The feeling of your body in his arms was heavenly- He'd only felt this elated maybe once before, in his mother's arms.

-'I missed you so much. Y/N, you will... Oh no, you're crying. You can't, or I'll cry too.' But he's already crying, afraid of his new found strength, and far too happy to see your face in the moonlight. Even if it's full of tears.

-'Sweet, and beautiful. You're just as striking as when I left. You look so tired... you've slept, right? Please don't tell me you've laid awake for me?' His heart ached at your nod.

-'I-I didn't deserve-'

-'Shshsh-' His hands would run through your hair. It was the first time in so long you'd felt the weight of your body- how slow you moved. 'I should never keep you so restless- come, sleep- sleep-'

-As the high of the night wore down, and Rengoku lulled you to bed with 'I love You's and the like, he felt at peace-

-But the smell of rain on such a dry night was aggravating his nose. He'd know that smell anywhere.

-Rengoku had formed a rather unfortunate temper since his supposed death. Not that he wasn't the same, fiery man at his core, calm, booming voice and all, but something he had never struggled with was the trade marked Rengoku male hot-headedness. (He'd always found his fathers decline in pride more than a little unsightly.)

-And he now struggled with it. Kyojuro had spent the last two years burning every unprompted shred of anger away so he could stand before you now as the same emotionally intact and strong man he'd died as.

-The one he hoped you loved.

-He'd sooner take his own life than take something out on you-

-but that smell.

-When you woke up, he questioned you as gently as he could.

-'Why do you smell like... water?'

-Your admission wouldn't be easy, but you couldn't lie to the man. You'd begin crying again, begging for forgiveness. He'd pull away to look at you with pity.

-'No, no- I'm the one that left you alone for so long. Don't apologize for my faults-' His hands would begin a slow decline down your body, tugging you closer by your ass. Your face would land squarely against his bare chest...

-And his hands- those big, all encompassing hands would move up your spine, to the nape of your neck.

-'Y/N, I'd like to address the elephant in the room.' He'd mumble against your temple as his hands wandered along your frame.

-'You're... You're not entirely human. I understand that.'

-'I... am not entirely right, anymore, Y/N. I want to warn you of that...'

-'I would...' hope, the thought briefly flitted in your head. Though clearly a travesty, Kyojuro had often waited for you to make the first move. The sudden interest on his behalf was more than nice. 'I would... assume.'

-'I don't want to harm, or scare you. Please don't let me do either. If I ever even- begin to... Behead me where I stand.'

-'I-I couldn't-' You'd shudder.

-'You can.' Rengoku would assure. 'I've developed an awful habit.' He'd be squeezing your hip, massaging just rough enough to rock you. He'd pull your leg up and over his own... Slotting himself between your thighs.

-'Y/N, did you let him cum inside you?' The word felt foreign on his tongue. How crude of him.

-'N-no!' You rushed.

-'Did he make you cum?'

-'....No.'

-'Mmm.' Rengoku hummed, his large hand running up your thigh. You quivered as he made contact with your sex. 'You haven't had one in a long time, then.' His fingers would slip past your gown, and pull your garments to the side-

-'I- I haven't. It didnt..didn't... feel right-'

-'Nobody can make you cum like I can, right, Y/N?'

-'Nobody.' You rushed. Your body was reeling from his touch. The mere possibility of his cock once again battering your insides was--

-'And this...' One of his fingers would slid into you, your insides still mushy from Giyu's use. 'This is still mine, right?'

-'It's- It's a yours. It always will be.'

-'Even in death?' Rengoku whispered against your temple.

-'For forever- For as long as you want it-'

-'You're my strong girl, right?' You'd nod. You'd be his anything. 'And this,' He'd add another finger, curling them inside of you.

-Part of him was pleased, you were all stretched out and ready. Giyu must have done you well....

-Giyu had no right to do anything with you.

-'This wants your cock?' He'd ask. You didn't even think before nodding. You'd never heard such words from his mouth.

-How daunting

-You'd cling to his bare chest, trying to just get closer. 'Say you want it.'

-'Give me my cock.' You'd slur. 'I need you. I've needed you. Please- please- I need you to let me.... Use me- I-' He'd already done you in, and he hadn't even tried.

-He could never turn you down. Especially not now that he was so much weaker.

-You stayed laying down, your body pressed against his broad chest- And Rengoku slipped his cock beneath your gown. He didn't bother removing your panties.

-He didn't even let you adjust before he wrapped his arms around you tight and just began pumping.

-How cruel, but it was the least you deserved for allowing another man so close. Rengoku would never punish you for it. He was too kind. He was too good, even when a demons blood crept through his veins. Rengoku was just too fucking good-

-'You're-' a hiccup would interrupt your sob. Words were lost on your poor, over fucked mind. You'd never experienced such speed, or such a grind. 'So- good- Kyo-kyojuro---!'

-His hand swiping at your clit was quick enough for it almost feel like vibrations. Climax after climax while your creaming cunt just begged for his seed.

-You felt like you were being consumed. He didnt break eye contact with you once- Not even allowing you the reprieve to look away from him.

-'Open your eyes.' He cooed, still thrusting up and into your pussy with a roughness that seemed almost impossible with such a tone. 'Look at whose loving you while you cum. Look at whose making you cum.'

-He wanted your eyes on him, and him alone. He wasn't sure what animal he'd become if they drifted away. You wouldn't. You can't.

-He'd never been so possessive. Had never claimed you- He had never really wanted to. Marry you, definitely. Kyojuro had never planned to bed you and not dedicate his romantic life to you-

-but you were always supposed to be able to leave, if you really wanted. He wasn't sure he was strong enough to let you do that, now.

-'Say my name again. Remember whose you are, Y/N. Burn it in your head.' He hissed, an unusual quiet to his voice. It made you hang on every word.

-You were his. He was yours.

-'Kyojuro! Kyojuro!' It was all you could manage. Every question he posed, every time he hummed, or thrust, or made you cum- You'd let him seer in across your stomach if he found fit-

-Rengoku had never loved his name so much. He'd make sure to burn it in your head again, if need be.

[5and3nevermind]

Why I think yoonmin is special

1. If I had to sum it up ✨

2. “You know, I know,” Jimin’s behavior during that live in general, and Yoongi saying (about the next night) that he didn’t sleep because he was up all night talking to Jimin

3. The tattoo (of course): it’s size and placement, the fact it was inspired by Yoongi’s song, the fact Jimin showed it off during Serendipity choreo

4. Yoongi said this

5. Yoongi and Jimin have said all of this

6. The perception of ym within the fandom (and why I think many people are missing the point)

7. This live actually happened

8. Genuine care and concern

9. If you have to squint to see it, it isn’t fanservice

10. #1 Yoongi Misser: Park Jimin

+ surgery era in general (Jimin called before and after and saw his physical therapy and gave us a Yoongi update and called him during the BE comeback live, etc)

11. What’s the deal with their hands?!

12. There were two other members at this dinner, but Jimin posted three pics that night, all of himself and Yoongi including this one:

[dykedvonte]

I am making grabby hands and begging for more of your lovely Benny HC’s pleeeeease

Okie Dokie!!! Kinda long so under the cut it is

Benny is baby-faced and mid-20s. I like the idea he was so roped into House's offer because he was and still is kinda young and impressionable. His lobes aren't fully cooked yet and it shows.

Short and just now getting stout. Being a wastelander means you stay kinda lean and now he takes a lot of opportunities to fill out and look bigger.

Weirdly naive. He can spot a lie/lair from a mile away but if you somehow can charm your way past that intuition he's all too trusting with you on personal matters. All boot riders are like this actually as they rarely are wary of someone considered their own.

Moves like a lizard, very still one moment and then fast/jittery the next. He's not very predictable outside of being a backstabber.

A hand talker who can't keep still or quiet for long. Gets bored easily which is why he never was the casino desk man.

Was just called Gecko before but mainly for his eyes and not the aforementioned behavior. Very cold and sharp like a Mojave golden Gecko but also pretty.

All his smiles are practiced. There's a certain menace his natural smile has, too many teeth, too big, too wild, too mocking. Kinda like a dog barring his teeth and combined with his eyes it's rather intimidating. All the fake smiles are coy and rather closed lip.

Doesn't like using guns but it gives him an edge. Likes to get in close and feel like he's earned the kill during a fight but he's got an image now...

Not religious and doesn't get organized religion. Part of House's doing as House of course would explain it as something superfluous but Benny's own opinions are more "If a god was real why would he make life suck this much ass"

Maria means nothing to him but is part of his image. Following the point below, what he got from House is like a uniform for him, even if he doesn't want to go back to it, it is physically comforting.

Got to choose his name from a list House gave him. Chairmen had the most things altered about them. Treats his name like a title more than anything, interestingly enough.

If he ever defected he would join the followers. They share a lot of viewpoints and he'd act as a spokesman vs anything else. He is a likable guy, just not a guy you can get close to while keeping a "likable" opinion of him.

Doesn't sleep that much. Not much to do with the plans he has but he is a wastelander at heart. The city while secure isn't what he's fully used to still and the lights/sounds keep him up

Emotionally repressed and doesn't know it. Has a hard time actually connecting with most people cause he struggles with determining if a relationship is serious. People are friends or FWB and little else cause it's never been important to his or the Chairmens' prosperity.

Follows Boot-Rider customs discreetly and says Chairmen shit for show. A lot of the family would tell you a big reason Boot-Rider traditions aren't gone is that he won't let them die even if they gotta be silent about them.

He's eerily people smart. Intelligence is subjective here as he's not book smart but he gets people he knows what they want to hear even if he doesn't genuinely believe it. The comic knows he pays attention to what makes people vulnerable and he's like idk FNV Heather Chandler. Not introspective at all though.

My last point for now is: Violent. Maybe a better word is intense but he lacks inhibition and temperament control in a lot of aspects. If he's forced a direction he kinda just runs wild even if he was taking it slow before. He has hard opinions and makes plans with a sense of finality to them and doesn't act until that's achievable. Like I'm sorry but he gets mean at you and whatever he say to Yes-Man about the khans must be crazy with how YM talks about them. He is so willing to get his hands dirty, I can imagine he misses being able to get messy.

This is not organized at all but these are major ways I see Benny. He's like borderline an oxymoron who avoids it by small margins. Everything about him can be explained even though we don't get a lot of personal info about him, we know his habits. He's a guy who has such a detailed facade you can't tell what his actual face is most of the time and when he does show it, it's only in very specific and wild scenarios it can be hard to say it's how he'd really be. I'll just say the opening of the comic with him fluctuating from motionlessly looking at Vegas, to calmly talking to Swank, to rage and settling on something almost like commercial charm when talking about murdering what is basically a family member is just so indicative of what Benny is and how I tend to characterize him in my head.

[scucharlie]

Hihi !!! Asking you about the slenderverse !! I haven’t seen much outside of marble hornets (and reading a couple creepypastas). So feel free to advertise it as well :)))))

[CRACKS HAND] OF COURSE :3

OKAY OKAY. AHH AHHH I'll go crazy Abt the series I know in order :3

STAN FREDRICK: OH YM GOD. OH MY HOD STAN FREDRICK. JESUSCHRIST. VALERIA SANTIAGO YOULL ALWAHS BE FAMOUS. okay so, Stan Fredrick is SO interesting to me, because it's this series about this guy who instead of being a victim of Slenderman like the usual, he actually is like immune to slendermans shit* and only getd mild headaches. he can scare off slender for awhile , so he uses this to go around helping people. its SOOO good oh my godddddd it's such a interesting fresh take and Stan is such a good characters who is so complicated and oh my godd my little meow.meow <3

*depending on series it's diff, but typical slender sickness shit is being near slender too long and getting nosebleeds, bleeding coughing up blood etc

WHISPEREDFAITH: whisperedfaithhh FREAKIEST RAKE INTERPRETATION I LOVEEEE IT. the whispering, it being this "speaker" fucking FREAK OF A THANG. it's about this guy Lee and his friend mo getting caught up in this cult <- not just using this word it's actual cult, where they worship the rake! and Lee is this "carrier" and they need him so they just keep following him also the rake was in his house just chilling for a few days so. yeah! i love Lee <3 and Mo and lexx and Linnie and -

EVERYMANHYRBID:

OH BOY. the series I never shut the fuck up Abt man. okay. so! Everymanhyrbid is this series about these guys doing a health/fitness gig, at first right? they planned to do this Slenderman prank but uh oh! the actual fucking slenderman is after them! shit! so they get deep in this shit of being hunted down by the slenderrr, bringing people into this and fuck. the acting is so good , fuck fuck fuckkk it makes me CRAZYYYYYYY it's also a arg with way too much shit going on that doesn't show up in he playlist but nightmind has explained all that stuff if you wanna listen to it! it's ultimately a series about change! :) change .. and also bloodying men up <3

MLA0: SIBLING ENJOYERS YOU WILL FUCKINV LOVE MLA0. okay! so, mla0 is about this guy, Micheal who's doctor has asked him to record himself after getting released from the mental hospital. he's of just, fine y'know. but then. JUMPSCARE. THE SLENDER.! slender starts appearing around him, scaring the shit out of him so he fleas to his brothers shauns and his roommate Eric to stay. shit goes downhill! its Soo fuck fuck fuck my life. Shaun and Micheal argue, and yell and they love each other and they're both scared and terrified, and theyre just. human. god..I love this series genuinely the series that started me down being obesesed w slenderverse <3 the acting fucks and Shaun is my babygirl <3 Eric is an interesting character andhhhhhhhhhgg I love themmmm god. the soft moments hit so much hardee after the fucked up shit yk? 10/10 series

DARKHARVEST00: DARK HARVESTRR

okay so this one is so special 2 me, bc me and my friend Mike binged it in two days and it'sso ofucking good oh my hod. Alex and Chris are so silly and fucked up. it's once again about a cult, again. Actual cult not like jus using the word, where this time they worship Slenderman directly who goes by this sick ass name in germmen i believe? I don't remember but, yeah at first! It seems like Chris may be haunted, but then yeah the cult is after them for getting too nosey with It and yeag. god. THEY HAVE PRACTICAL EFFECTS FOR GORE ITS GREATTTT EHEHEHE also the actors FUCKK IT MAKES ME CRAZY. SHIUT OUT CHIRS BABYGIRL I CAN TAKE YOU TO THERAOY <3

audgdhdphyhic damage /POS ty for letting me explode u w slender ejnolwdge :3

[thegeminisage]

STAR TREK UPDATE TIME, holy shit! tuesday we watched ds9's "a time to stand" and "rocks and shoals."

a time to stand:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUGH

i feel like ds9 is so fucking good every episode i rate "watch" on ym spreadsheet would easily be "must see" in any other trek show. where do i even fucking start

i love that theyre just casually mentioning bashirs darkest secret in playful banter now. theres something in there that makes me very emotional but also it's extremely funny. also, he really DOES quote percentages like a vulcan. whatever he and garak were doing, i don't know what that was but i loved it. literally his boyish smile

oh speaking of couples. KIRA AND ODO. they've got the station all to themselves...um, e quark. i did get deluded for a hot second, when they were all at the bar together, into believing in kira e odo e quark. i don't think that's going to be a permanent feature in my psyche but it was fascinating to experience just once

ODO. MAKES HANDS. TO TOUCH PEOPLE WITH!!!!!!!!!!!

no one made this gifset so i have to make do with a screencap

HE MAKES HANDS TO TOUCH PEOPLE WITH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i may have had to pause the episode to start screaming

also. hi. "im glad you can still smile" "only when im with you" what if i threw myself into the sun

dukat and kira, holy shit. i've never been so scared in my life. i think about it all the time that he essentially called leeta into his office to fuck him. he BLOCKED KIRA'S EXIT. jesus christ we've come so far from his gay little fireworks show and the thron in his ass

odo manipulating weyoun who's obsessed with him <3 king. but he only did it because <3 kira asked him to. he literally said i've walked this horrible horrible line before i can do it again...their relationship is somehow moving forward because they are going back in time

and like GOD she knows he loves her and she hasn't decided how she feels back but somehow it's still comfortable because he doesn't ask for anything...IMPECCABLE fucking vibes. WHO is doing it like them

on the spaceship side, all of that was very fun, especially sisko and his <3 headaches. but even funnier was them getting stuck 17 years away from help. JUST like. star trek voyager

rocks and shoals:

AND IT GETS BETTER!

kira in this episode. mwah. she quite literally can't live with herself and it's SO clever because at first you the viewer are also like aaaa no dont let the bajorans protest aaaaaa theyll get in trouble and then kira has the change on heart and youre like oh shit. oh fuck. whose side am EYE on?

also, the fact that this was also odo's kneejerk reaction, and she said "don't make me fight you too" and he immediately fell in line. that's love.

garak's "oh, NO" as they were falling. please let the man say "oh shit"

o'brien ripping his pants <3 incredibly funny i felt like i was getting loopy right along with them. the wide shot of the flaming ship sinking into the sea as they laughed their asses off.......cinema

poor dax!!! she tries so hard to be brave but man she really did get fucked up

the little vorta freak in this episode...i want him dead. what an evil thing to do to your own guys AND one of sisko's people died too because of it. ik they won't kil him but they should kill him

i wasn't expecting the thing between garak and nog to have like consequences but it was funt hat they brought it back up. good for them and good for nog, even though i still wish it had been bashir on the post

julian being so chirpy and cheerful w the vorta after fixing him up as though he is a normal patient...sir please control yourself

my only complaint is i wish jake had more to do...right now he just seems to be getting underfoot, when staying behind was supposed to be a sign of maturity. hopefully all his reporting isn't for nothing!!!!

TONIGHT: voy's "day of honor" and "nemesis"

[not-goldy]

Tkk have it easier then Jkk actually. In their bubble everything TK do with others is excused as FS & everything they do, even if they do it with others, is romantic & proves they're real. In their bubble Tk don't have to spend couple days together, to believe they're a couple or be seen together for years in public, cause its the comany hiding them. Tk didn't enlist together? No problem. Hybe forced them not to & it only validates they're real cause gays can't enlist together. Tae's pics leaked of him & his GF & walking with her in Paris? No problem Its cosplayers, Tae never claimed her. It must be a comfortable life to live, when you have an excuse for everything.

Me on the other hand as a Jkk. I'd say I'm more stressed then any shippers considering since Jikook have said/done enough to confirm they're more then friends & with that comes hell fire rained down on them. Supporting queers vs supporting friends who made it clear they are ONLY friends, is a different. Its gonna be easier for you cause TK, Vmin, YM, whoever, will never face the hardships Jikook do. Jikook can't be real you say cause they enlisted together, even tho you wanted it for your ship. Well, Jikook aren't an out gay couple. So yes Virgina, they can enlist together & did. Show me footage of Tae saying he gave Jk a hickey Or Suga saying Jimin gave him one? I got mine where Jk confirmed Jimin did. Show me proof of Vmin, YM or TK spending couple holidays together, which is what you do when you are a couple right? I got plenty of proof showing Jikook do. Where is the video dedicated to your fav from JK with a queer love song? Oh right, Jkk have that. I don't have to live in a bubble of lies, cause Jikook have shown enough with their actions that they're more then platonic, or at the very least the closest duo. But with that knowledge comes nothing but STRESS of knowing Jikook not only has their country fighting against them, they have their fans fighting against them too & have no choice but to deal with it. Its heartbreaking. When you watch Jk drinking excessively missing your fav & confirming that publicly, you get back to me & let me know how that feels. When you see Jk having a public meltdown when your fav is in the hospital, you get back to me & let me know how that feels. Until then, keep living in your stress free tranquil bliss of lies, cause I guarantee its easier then what Jikook & Jkk deal with. I wouldn't have it any other way though, cause living in reality as hard as it is, is better then living in denial.

But my question is why would hybe hide a supposedly gay ship with another suspiciously gay ship👀

Jikook is the gayest ship in kpop so whose brilliant idea is to hide their ship with jikook whose????????

[roseblancheenfleurs]

Untold story of magic ✨ 2

Warning ⚠️⚠️⚠️

Nsfw Content, Slight Degradation, later aged characters, fanfiction, toxic, rivals to lovers to enemies to spouses 😌,Muggle insult, cursing by underage etc.

Continuation .....

You hurried to the Godric 's Hollow , Potter's house.

It wasn't like this when you came here before on the birth of your grand nephew. The predicted chosen one, Harry Potter.

You ran into the house..., "James...Lily" you called for them only to find Minerva arguing with Dumbledore .

"... you handed over Harry to them" that's what you heard after entering .

Before they looked towards you.

"Harry? Where's Harry?"

You asked fearing the worse...

"He is in safe hands , don't worry Ms. Y/s (your surname)."Dumbledore assures as Minerva cuts him off.

She says more like acussing him of a grave crime, "You literally handed them over to those people who would hesitate to provide him the bare minimum "...

"THE DURSLEYS!" You screamed...

"Am I still not alive or am not enough strong to protect him?" You considered them the second dangerous people next to him.

"You still have that confidence in yourself Ms. Y/s.... Good good" it may seem to anyone that Dumbledore is encouraging you but the sarcasm can be seen dropping from that mocking gaze.

"Are you even aware that how easily Harry could be hunted down if he stays with you? plus he is with his closest relatives and I see absolute no difference between you and durselys especially the blood. And after that it's more dangerous to stay with you" He says while giving you a side gaze from the upper side of his glasses.

"hah!" You smirk and proceed to say those things over his face, "Obviously what can be expected from a fucking manipulating man because whom all these happened if only you didn't use that rotten head of yours "

"Truth is always bitter, my dear student, try hard maybe one day you could digest that, Just a few words of mine triggered you so easily, who knows if you hand over Harry to him yourself just by some false sugar coated words " he shows himself out of the murder scene . You could feel millions of needles piercing the heart. Standing there speechless cause of the amount of trust your most inspiring teacher had on you.

A tear escaped your eye remembering that day you still couldn't believe .

Like it was a day or two ago you gaining all fame and name, an interesting fact blowed your mind that being a muggle born magician meant you had a wizard/witch ancestry , that was the time you meet Him, the most renowned yet retired cosmetic potioneer known for the invention of Sleekeazy's Hair potion in 1926.None other than Mr . Fleamont Potter and His wife Euphemia Potter with their 11 year old son, James Potter.

A conversation soared,

Both of you were on the peak of your careers Fleamont and you have meet many times before for business purposes but today it was a informal meeting without any purpose.

Sitting inside a five star restaurant having dinner talking about many daily life things one of them was the family tree, many didn't know that you are a muggle born and assumed you were a pure blood.

"If Salvius Gryffindor didn't marry a muggle we could have been relatives through your maternal side, Ms. Y/s" Fleamont laughed.

Salvius Gryffindor brother of Godric Gryffindor not much mentioned in the wizarding scriptures shared the name as your Maternal ancestor who you found to be the only wizard in your bloodline Salvius YM/s(your mother's surname).

That was something you sort of calculated and suddenly felt a little tug on your lower sleeve. It was little James with pink blush spreading on his cheeks.

"What happened little one? " You asked him softly.

Seeing him shuttering infront of you Euphemia says, "James is a great fan of your books, He has been asking to meet for many days to get a sign of yours".

You see him helding out one of your first published books with his little hands, you never gave autographs but the scene of you felt too cute to be ignored.

You bring out your personal quill and gave a sign on the front cover.

"Happy now, little one" Those pupils could be literally seen to be shining. He rushed and hugged you.

With those sparkly eyes puppy eyes looking at your face he says with a wide smile, " Thank You". And you hugged him back with little kiss on the forehead that little face of his was completely red now. With three of you laughing at the shy kid.

The rest went well but a problem arised at the parting.

It was James clinging to your skirt set on his words to go with him.

"My parents are waiting for me ,They would worry if I don't go back" You try to free yourself from his grip trying not to hurt him.

"They will also stay with us we live in a big house, everyone will live together" He tightened the grip.

Both of his parents tried to make him understand to let you go. But who listens.

You see literally no way to make him understand. You knelt to his level and say, "You will be going to Hogwarts right?"

"Yes" He answers...

"I teach there... When you get there you can meet me whenever needed" You assure him with a sweet smile .

"Really" He says.

You nod in a positive way.

And that's the start. At Hogwarts, Every student, every teacher were scared of the pranks of the Marauders but they used to be the most well behaved infront of you. Enjoying afternoon tea, collecting herbs in the forbidden forest taking care of beasts, reading in library. It was a daily routine during the break time there would be a knock on your door only to find Minerva dragging James by his collar

"How did my dear friend thought to visit me?" You ask Minerva who was still panting .

"Take your student, Or one day I may beat the shit out of him" She says pointing towards the empty coat "Wait wasn't he just here"

James who sneaked away from her standing beside you holding your sleeve giggles.

"Why do you always behind him, Minerva?"

"Ask that trouble maker" She huffs sitting at the table pouring herself a cup of tea and drinking it.

"What did you do James?" You ask.

"The other day you said Cats are lactose intolerant" James says

"Yes I did"

"So I change Mimi's cow milk for tea with flour mixed with water"

"Hahaha" You laughed hearing it,

"You are laughing it off" Minerva gives you a glare.

"It was out of concern Minerva, Cats should not be given cow milk" You somehow convey your words through your laugh "James is just concerned about Mimi, right James?"

He nods. You never really scolded James about anything you always thought if Tom and You had a son, he would have been the age of James.

After parting with Tom you were never able to love someone else. Leading to be single even now. James seemed to be fulfilled all the absence of your dream family.

You slowly forgot the loneliness due to him.

During vactional breaks there were times you would take James to roam in the Diagon Alley trying new food and drinks, sometimes showing him your new inventions.

Like any other day you were walking down the street holding James in your hand both of your identity Hidden with cloaks you collided with another hooded figure.

Losing your balance you fell on the figure revealing a mature face with the same curly bangs , dark eyes familiar to you .

Tom Marvolo Riddle!?

[swxxtsxcchxrine]

maybe, i’ll right smth like this idk🤷‍♀️

imagine a short lived fling with your best friend that soon turned into a full fledged friends with benefits with NO strings attached whatsoever…

and for some reason you thought that rule wouldn’t apply when you found out you were pregnant on your cold bathroom tile. your hands shaking and trembling whilst reaching for the phone, texting him to come over.

he opens the bathroom door ready to unbuckle his pants and dive into your pussy. your demeanour catches him off guard, cold tears staining your cheek.

“I’m pregnant…” long story short, you guys argued and swore at each other before he slammed your own door at your face.

years later when your baby boy is 3 and you’ve finally gotten your life together, he’s still living like the bum you were too cock drunk to see. you guys meet unexpectedly at the local bar, you’re dressed formally waiting for your date to finally show up and here your baby daddy comes in dressed up in washed out jeans and an out grown tee shirt, trying to apologise his way back into you and his kids life.

would you take the apology and live like a happy little family?

Toji, Suna, Reiner, Nanami, Eren, Connie, Getou, Uryu, who ever else ym think tbh

[harryfeatgaga]

First blowjob and you have Harry sit on the couch and you're on your knees between his legs and you bite your lip in nervousness as he pulls himself out. He's already hard and your eyes widen at how big he is and you wonder how you'll manage to fit him in your mouth. He tells you to take a breath and just use your tongue at first and get him wet. You lick up his shaft and he puts one of your hands at the base of him and shows you how to squeeze and pump him. You play with his leaking slit and watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head before you wrap your lips around his head.

He has to slow you down once or twice and tell you to be careful with your teeth but you get the hang of it quickly and soon he's bucking his hips up carefully but he hits the back of your throat making you gag around him and he's groaning in pleasure but apologizing for hurting you but you tell him to do it again because you love the sounds he made and want to hear him again. After making sure it's ok he starts to fuck your mouth gently and your mascara is running down your cheeks but his moans are so filthy you're pressing your thighs together for some friction. Harry's close and he gives you a warning but you're curious to know what it tastes like so you tell him to cum in your mouth and just your sweet and innocent voice telling him that has him releasing against your tongue.

After you lay your tired face against his thigh running your fingers lightly over his tiger tattoo while he plays with your hair. "Did I do okay?" You ask and he leans down and kisses your head. "You did so good sweet girl" And you both sigh in contentment.

HOOOOOLY FUCKKKJVJFINFJMNJF OH YM GODDDDDD THIS IS SO HOTTKJGNHJNFHFJIK

[hamausagi]

Katsumi finished unwrapping his opposite hand, bruises and cuts layered every inch of skin that became visible with the falling of the bandages. Eiji tilted his head to the side, observing the man’s careful movements. Careful, so as to not irritate the obvious. The puppet closed his own hands momentarily.

“Are you sure you wish to compare sizes?”

The kitsune looked up, fox ear twitching. “Of course!” He showed him a toothy grin. Eiji held his hand up, uncurling his fist. Katsumi wrapped the rest of his bandage around his wrist, loosely tying it. Eiji wondered if there were more blemishes further down, kept at bay by the bandages. His thoughts were disturbed by the warm hand that pressed against his.

“Oh! You’re cold.” Katsumi wiggled further, closer, his palm was rough, and his fingers were more than calloused. It wasn’t terrible, though, Eiji’s own hands rough from war and birth. His skin was warm, like the sun beating down on him once it learned to reappear. His hands were small, but the feline could feel the muscles in his wrist and fingers just from the way he pressed his hand against his.

Strength from his claymore, no doubt. 

“I am, does it bother you?” 

Katsumi quickly shook his head, blond and brown hair falling from his ribbon into his face at the aggressive action. “Nah, I like it! I’m always way too hot.” He grinned once more but Eiji’s expression didn’t soften until the kitsune across from him locked his fingers through Eiji’s, surprising him.

“Perfect for me to hold, dewdrop!” 

“You..” 

“Like you? Of course!” 

The puppet was far from used to hearing it, but he laced his fingers with Katsumi’s too. A ploy. But one he would accept.

i actually love them so insanely much its crazy. i am crazy. GOD. WHY ARE THEY THE CUTEST. IM SO OBSESSED WITH THEM. OG MY HOD. DEWDROP. IM GOING TO BE SICK. I LOVEW THEM WITH ALL OF YM HEART

[cherryo]

Hiya! Bro fr the turtle smut is severely lacking, I thank you for feeding me and other fellow people who need this content.

(So much so that I want to leave my own nsfw thots in your inbox I hope you don't mind hehe. Donnie is aged up in this btw and this gets smutty, it's subby(?) Donatello because this concept makes me drool)

_______________________________________Okay SO, this ✨️idea✨️ of mine came about after I saw a video about how researchers had difficulties with telling the sex of turtles and they didn't want to cut them open so they were like; "Hey what if we used vibrators?" And it worked! A specific part I remembered when they said that the tail is the most sensitive spot and that soft-shell turtles were especially sensitive to the stimulation from the sex toy.

Now I can't stop thinking about accidentally finding out about his tail(because we never really see it in the show)and just seeing how sensitive it is when you're rubbing the underside of his tail the same way you would a clit and tracing your fingers over his slit. Poor thing is panting and moaning like a bitch in heat and clawing at your back, it doesn't take long for his cock to fall into your hand and have you jerking him off too.

"Oh Gal- Fib- fuck please don't stop, 'm so close please love oh god"

I also love love love!! The thought of having face down, ass up while giving him a handjob and tail stimulation. If you also brought a vibrator, he'd be sobbing from how overwhelming it would be :(( poor baby but he would look adorable like that 💜💜

Even better if he has a pair of tights/leggings that have a rip in them for access, ya know? I just know that Donatello, especially after training more and just growing, he has the most amazing legs like fully sculpted by the gods. He would be able to crush a watermelon between them.

It's 2:08am and I'm frothing at the mouth frfr

(Literally me right now)

I very much love that you want to leave your horny thoughts in my inbox!!!

Imagine just pitching the idea of using vibrators on turtles to sex them bro 😭😭 that is the funniest thing I've heard in a while

Okay,,,, BUT FINDING OUT ABOUT IT AND SURPRISING DONNIE WITH IT OH YM GOSH

FR DROOLING AND FROTHING AT THE MOUTH 🫡

Also face down, ass up Donnie has my entire heart 🫶🫶

I want to be the watermelon he crushes between his legs

Anywho I love this so much,,,, please leave more things like this 🫣

[sophielovesbooks]

Heads Up Seven Up Tag

I was tagged by @winterandwords which was VERY exciting because I feel like I haven't been tagged in anything writing-related for ages, so thank you! :)

I tried to find seven "good" lines from ym WIP for a bit, but then thought, fuck it, I'll share seven lines that I literally just wrote this morning. Fresh out of the oven, if you will.

“Now Lottie is from Weybridge”, Bobbie told me, “Which isn’t much better. But she’s less obnoxious about it.”

Lucas threw up his hands, almost knocking over a glass of water. “How am I being obnoxious?”

Bobbie gave him the sweetest smile. “I love when your voice gets high like that. Shows me I’ve hit a nerve.”

Tagging @hrimceald and @library-child and any other writer who would like to share seven lines from their WIP/anything they are currently writing, pleeease! <3

[5and3nevermind]

Heyy,

I’m not a ym shipper but I love their bond so much. I think those two are so good for eachother and the way they balance eachother’s energies is so wonderful to watch from an outsider’s perspective. I especially feel like they connect when it comes to music, jm having never mind on his ribs and continuing on yoongi’s set me free as a song series. You can feel how much comfort he’s derived from yoongi’s music. He rlly is one of us.

Hi anon! 👋

Their bond is so sweet, whether you view yoonmin through a platonic lens or a romantic one.

I agree that they really connect in terms of music. Of course, I think there are other non-work things they connect about too. But I think music was part of what sparked their initial connection, and that has continued for all these years.

Never Mind clearly made a strong impression on Jimin. He was the one to wear the nevermind henna in 2014, said Intro: Never Mind was his favorite song from the album in 2015 (being sure to also mention “genius producer Suga”), the one who had the song title tattooed on his body in 2018, and who showed off that tattoo plenty throughout Ch. 2.

On the other hand, it’s Yoongi who has mentioned his fondness for Jimin’s voice multiple times over the years and has written songs for him (that didn’t end up happening, like People). Yoongi was the one who told Jimin that he should keep going and that he really wanted him to be a part of the team. And more recently, Yoongi was so eager to have Jimin as a concert guest. (He mentioned it almost as soon as he got off stage after the June concert in Seoul when Jimin and the maknae line were waiting backstage, and on Suchwita, and on Weverse!)

They really admire each other’s work ethic too. Yoongi told Taeyang that Jimin “really worked hard for it. He’s a genius in a different way.” And Jimin mentioned during Festa 2022 that he really respects Yoongi and his efforts when working on a song.

Anyway…

I agree that they seem to balance each other out. Their personalities are different yet complimentary, and I think the way in which they’ve both evolved over the years is partly due to each other’s influence.

[toadstool32]

im delirious i just had a GREAT idea this requires having terminal homestuck brain and also liking the idea of batman being fucked up in a funny way. putting this under a read more bc i want u to choose to ruin ur day

ok so like are your familiar with spicyyetis davekat halloween special? well i hope you are now.

ok now are u familiar with bruce wayne? are you familiar of his habit of accidentally acquiring kids left and right and also his perfect mental health?

ok now are you seeing what im seeing

im thinkiong like years in the future like im p sure there was a panel of bruce telling stories to one of his grandchildren like it was very cute right hand on im pulling up the panel

Batman Lost #1 a tie in for dark knights metal

do you see that those are kids , little children running around the manor with an old man bruce just chilling in his murder mystery office, this is the best thing i have ever seen.

so like ideally bruce would have a very happy life retired and with all the rest of the bats taking over in crime fighting n shit and his sons and daughters however many he gets are gonna fill the place with kids eventually bc picking up strays is like, a bat requirement u know, however, im not thinking in a positive way or even a coherent way.

back to YM&O did u see old man dave hoarding kids in a very lonely mansion bc of his fear that the kids are one day gonna be the nly thing that will remind him of the loev of his life or whatever yeah you see where im goin with this.

like i can see it perfectly in my minds eye bruce trying to cope with yknow life and stuff n finally accepting that hes not a one man show and maybe as he gets older hes like alright i gotta, take care of myself? and no matter how much my kids may hate me at times and try to shot me i know they love me and they would be Very Sad if they had to bury me, like , again i mean and so hes like well now im old and trying out this taking care of myself now what and hes like oh i know ill take care of the kids and then at the start dick is like weird but ok better late than never!!! i guess!! but oh wait actuyally sorry old man i cant hang out but u can hang out with timmy and damian ok bye have fun and at this point evryone is like almost thirty and are like trying to subtly get away from bruce bc they were raised independently and also theyre grownups damnit (cass is a treasure so she hangs out but also she knows whats up its chill) and then it expands to the other kids like he starts trying to act as this doting old fatherly figure (hes goin senile its what is HAPPENING) and its not until dick is like haha have u heard jason just got kids following him around thats cute and bruce is like YES THATS IT like he gets hardcore empty nest syndrome except the nest was always kinda full u know? thi pile of leaves and bird shit is gonna overflow,anyway like a few months later dick comes back and theres Horrors tm in Manor bc bruce definition of kid isnt constrained by like, species,(do you think jarro would want more siblings?)

so like the house is packed with kids, all sorts of kids, some arent even kids, some are straight up science experiments and bruce is like I Love My Family :) alfred has been dead for over 30 years and yet bruce finds the way to drag his ghost back to the house so they can coo at the kids together (alfred look at my new daughter isnt she cute yes master bruces shes quite charming what will all the eyes, yes youre right she is) jarro is having fun having siblings but he still tries to win bruces attention , cass is almost encouraging bruce to get more kids (i want a new sister) tim and damian are scared but in different ways jason went there once and said Not My problem (hes also scared) barbara doesnt know the extent of the problem and is just amused the titrans know and dick is the last to know (but only bc i find it funny) if u ask what about duke i dont wanna inflict this hell on him he scaped early amen also the justice league either enables him or is subtly trying to stop him (it is. not working)

[thiswasinevitableid]

07+01 Sternclay? 👀

Here you go! This is NSFW

01. we just had a one-night stand but a massive storm hit so now we’re snowed in, hello awkward

07. you’re my hot ski instructor and i’m failing the bunny hill Sternclay

Barclay is very proud of being from the coast; the views, the food, the beaches, they can’t be beat. It’s all the perfect back-drop for growing up; summers that weren’t too hot, winters without snow.

It’s that last part that’s fucking him over right now.

The holiday getaway to Tahoe was great for the first day; fresh snow, an awesome collection of rooms at the ski resort, and surprisingly good food for a tourist destination. Then, this morning, it was time to hit the slopes, as Jake keeps saying. Barclay, Indrid, and a few others with little to no ski experience booked an instructor for the day. By noon, his friends were all off on their own, zipping down hills and riding the lift back up again.

Barclay is still unable to get down the bunny hill without falling on his ass. This would be less humiliating if the instructor, Joseph, wasn’t the hottest guy on the fucking mountain. His smile is dazzling, his dark hair peeks charmingly out from under his hat, and his ass manages to look amazing in blue and black snow gear.

“That run was way better.” Joseph helps him up, brushes powder from his arms.

“I fell after, like, five feet.”

“Which is better than this morning. Come on, let’s try one together; sometimes it can help to have someone to mirror.”

It would be so much easier if Joseph was exasperated with or amused by his failure; then Barclay could just give up and go nurse his wounded pride in the comfy hotel bed. Joseph’s constant encouragement and optimistic instruction mean he wants to keep going, to show Joseph he’s not a complete waste of time.

“Ready?”

“Yep.” Barclay nods right before he realizes following Joseph downhill means fighting the urge to stare at his ass the whole way.

They push off and he tries his hardest to mimic Joseph’s posture and movement, his brain screaming impress him so loudly he’s worried it might set off an avalanche. At least his balance isn’t failing him.

Nope, wait, there it goes.

He face-plants into the snow, Joseph turning elegantly to stop and come help him.

“That was another two feet at least.” The gentle teasing is not helping his ego.

“Ugggggggh. I’m not usually this clumsy, I swear.”

“It’s only partially about coordination. Things like core strength help too.”

“I’ve got lots of strength.” He sits up with a grunt of pain, “I used to carry massive bags of flour for ym job, I lift weights, I once held a guy up against a wall while I fucked him, but apparently none of that translates.” He stands, notices Joseph watching him with a raised eyebrow, “fuck, sorry, that was a hella rude thing. I, uh, guess I’m just frustrated and wanted to remind myself I’ve got other skills.”

A new smile, smooth and slick as ice, graces Joseph’s face, “I don’t doubt it. But once I’m off the clock, I think I’ll need a demonstration.”

—----------------------------------------------------------------

BWAAAP

BWAAAP

“That’s a hell of an alarm you’ve got, babe.” Barclay mumbles. When there’s no reply, he opens his eyes. The empty bedroom is just as tidy in the daylight as it was in the darkness, and he smiles when he sees the clothes he left in a trail last night now folded up on a chair.

He rolls over, stretching as he watches the snow fall through the half-open curtains. If it’s this stormy all day, maybe he can convince everyone to stay in and have mulled wine in the hot tub. On the other hand, he could really use more ski lessons…

BWAAP

“Shit” Joseph, coffee mug in each hand, glares at pocket on his pajama shirt, “I already acknowledged that alert, but it won’t stop sending it.” He sets a Roswell mug on the nightstand by Barclay, sips from a Bluff Creek one as he silences his phone.

“Sorry about that. Um, a massive storm hit last night and the whole resort is snowed in. They’re telling everyone to shelter in place until at least six p.m.”

“Oh. Uh.” Barclay shifts nervously under the blankets, “guess I’m hanging out here then.”

“Is that okay? I mean, I can stay in the living room if you’d rather not-”

“No, no it’s not that.” Barclay sits up hurriedly, blankets falling from his lap. Having his dick out seems rude, so he grabs a pillow and tucks it in front of him.

“If it makes you feel better, I’m not super experienced with hook-ups either.” He laughs awkwardly.

“I am but, uh, I got into the habit of leaving first thing in the morning. I used to be really into hanging around, making breakfast, shit like that, but it, uh, it put a lot of guys off.”

“Their loss.” Joseph joins him on the bed, staying a polite distance away, “I’d been hoping you’d at least stay for coffee. I, um, I really enjoy talking with you.”

They’d been up until eleven last night, Joseph’s head on his chest as they chatted about food and movies and work, stopping now and then to kiss under the covers. His last thought before falling asleep was that he wasn’t done enjoying the soft intimacy of it all yet. Thank fuck for the storm.

“I can start breakfast if you want to shower; it’s just through there. I’ll leave you some sweats that should fit.

“Sure you don’t want me walking around the place naked?”

“I do, but not when it’s freezing outside. Come back for the summer paddleboarding courses and then we’ll talk.” Joseph kisses his cheek before sliding off the bed.

There’s a rubber ducky that looks like the Loch Ness Monster next to the shampoo, and Barclay savors scrubbing away the sweat and grime of yesterday. As he towels off, he marvels at how nice the cabin is; he assumed the fancy resort gave it’s employees nice accommodations, but this place is swanky. Not too big though, but maybe that’s just the effect of the bookshelves crammed into every room.

Joseph is at the kitchen counter, staring at his cabinets as Barclay slips his hands into the pockets of his mothman patterned pajama pants.

“I want to make you something nice, and I thought, well, eggs benedict are fancy, but then I realized I didn’t have hollandaise, and if it makes sense to serve a chef eggs benedict with country gravy–”

Barclay kisses the back of his head, “I can make hollandaise, assuming you’ve got the stuff for it.”

He does, which is how twenty minutes later they’re at the dining table, coffee on his tongue and his feet resting in Joseph’s lap. Every time the instructor moans over the taste of breakfast, he flashes back to the noises he made with Barclay’s head between his thighs.

As he’s clearing plates, Joseph studies him with a clinical eye, “You look really stiff. Not in the fun way.” He snickers at his own joke.

“All your fault, babe.”

“I guess that’s true.” A teasing smile, “how about I spend the rest of the morning helping you relax.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Joseph points to the rug by the lit fireplace, “on your back.”

Barclay practically bounds over to the faux fur, growling playfully when Joseph settles between his legs. Then he yelps every curse word he knows as the instructor bends his right leg into a position it’s probably not meant to go.

“Just for a ten count, big guy, you can do it.” Blue eyes sparkle down at him, “I’m sorry, I should have made you do cool down stretches yesterday.” He lowers the right leg, picks up the left.

“Uh huh, first thing I, AHFUCK, wanna do after fucking a guy so hard cries is get on the cold floor and do back bends or some shit.”

“We both know you would have. If” Joseph releases his leg, “I called you a good boy for doing it.”

“Fuck, you really got my number.” He let’s Joseph guide him into a sitting position and push his legs apart.

“Big guy, the second I asked if you wanted to earn the right to fuck me your pupils doubled in size and you started moaning.” The instructor pets his back, moves him through a few light stretches on each side, kissing him whenever he returns to starting position.

“Better?” Joseph kisses the spot behind his ear.

“Kinda.”

“How about a dip in the hot tub?”

“Fuck yeah. Uh, do you have spare trunks or something?”

“I don’t think we’ll need them.” Joseph’s smile suggests that’s something he’s been waiting to say for years.

The hot tub is small, perched on the enclosed back porch, and they leap into it while the frost tries to creep under their skin.

“Fuuuuuck that’s nice. Do all these places come with one built in?”

“No. I saved up for it, since there’s only a shower inside and being able to soak is a godsend when your job involves running around outside all day.”

“Smart. Like that in a guy.” Barclay draws his foot along Joseph’s leg, “the nice ass helps too.”

“Is this where you admit you’re actually an Olympic skier and you were falling down just so you’d get more time to ogle me?”

“No way; I wanna impress hot guys, not fall on my ass so many times my tailbone begs for mercy.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that; you impressed me plenty last night.” Joseph wades over, runs his thumbs over his beard, “you were so good for me.”

His heart rate doubles as Joseph straddles him, “Can I be good for you now?”

“Let’s see if you can.” Lips trace his jaw as Joseph takes both his hands. He sets one on his ass, smiling when Barclay can’t help but squeeze it. The other is pulled to his dick, the black haired man moaning when he traces a heart across the sensitive skin, “that’s it, show me how much you paid attention last night.”

Barclay presses two fingers in, keeps his thumb to rub and stroke his dick as Joseph’s head tips back in bliss. He takes his chance to kiss and lick the line of his throat, feels his pulse fluttering when he nuzzles the crook of his neck. His own cock is desperate for attention but Joseph, brilliant, cruel man he is, stays up on his knees so all Barclay can do is whine and splash up water with useless thrusts.

“Good boy, Ahnnnlord, a, a little more force, that’s it” Joseph grips his shoulders, grinding into his palm, “you’re doing so well big guy, I’m going to, to give you such a nice reward, because you deserve it, don’t you?”

He whines, hiding his face against the other man as his blush burns his skin.

“Of course you do.” Joseph coos in his ear, ass tensing under his hands as he works himself harder, “you such a quick study, you take directions per-, ohgod, perfectly.”

“I try.” He noses up his throat, parts his lips to beg for a kiss and gets one before the words leave his mouth.

“I can tell.” Another, tender kiss, “now be a good boy and make me cum.”

Barclay doubles his efforts, Joseph moaning louder than the wind shaking the patio.

“Right there, fuck me just like that, ohfuck, shit, ohmyfuckinggod.” There’s a gasp and he slumps against Barclay, breath clouding the air as he gets it under control.

A hand squeezes his cock, “Dry off and go lay by the fire.”

Joseph is up and out of the tub before Barclay’s lust-addled brain processes the command. Then he hurries as fast as the icy wood and his aching legs will let him, frantically drying himself with the towel Joseph tosses him. By the time he’s back on the rug, Joseph is wrapped in a blue bathrobe, condom in hand.

“You blew me so masterfully last night, I think I should return the favor. Don’t you?”

“Yes, please babe I’ve been so good, ohgodplease.” His voice climbs as Joseph kneels by his side and slides the condom down.

Agonizingly slow, loose strokes have his toes curling and his tongue forming garbled pleas for more.

“I’m not sure I can fit this beautiful beast in my mouth, but for you I’m willing to try.” He kisses the head of his cock, then drags his tongue down the shaft. Barclay would have offered his entire savings or his stash of special cocoa powder just for one suck. What he gets is Joseph coating it with kisses as he coos over how perfect it is. The “licking like a lollipop” thing always struck him as cliche and gross, but Joseph’s smile as his tongue travels along his dick suggests he’s never tasted anything sweeter.

When Barclay next glances down, he realizes Joseph’s eyes aren’t leaving his face; they’re studying him, taking in every expression. Like his pleasure is worth all the precision and care in the world.

“Fuck.” He floods the condom with a groan, Joseph kissing his way up his chest, pausing to suck his nipples as his orgasm shudders through him.

“Hi.” Joseph rests his chin on his chest.

“Hey.” Barclay wraps his arms around him and decides he’s not letting go for the rest of the day. The other man reaches up enough to pull the blanket from the couch and drape it over them, “don’t feel like moving to the bed, huh babe?”

“Not right now. Thank the lord for snow storms, I’ve been wanting to suck your dick since yesterday afternoon.”

“Glad you got your chance.” Barclay rolls them onto their sides, brushes Joseph’s hair from his forehead, “uh, if, if you want another one in a few weeks, uh, I’m just in Sacramento, so it’s not that far. I can drive up here…”

Joseph smiles, soft and excited, “How about I come down and you take me on a date?”

Barclay tugs the blanket around them as snow collects on the windowsill, “I can’t wait.”