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Lessons

Length: +7k words

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IVE Gaeul x Male Reader

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“Ugh, this is so fucking annoying!” Gaeul groans, slamming her fist against the table, the clattering of silverware echoing throughout the apartment. Wonyoung, used to her sudden bursts of anger, doesn’t even look up from her phone. “I already told that old guy from SBS that I’m not interested, yet he keeps spamming my messages!”

“Why did you give him your number in the first place if you’re not interested?” Wonyoung inquires.

Gaeul’s cheeks turn a bright red, her gaze falling nervously to the side. “...You know why.”

“Because you’re horny?” Wonyoung posits, raising her brow.

The older girl’s face falls into her hands in misery, emitting a deep guttural groan that carries the weight of her dissatisfaction. “This is so unfair, how did you guys find boyfriends and I have to slog through all these gross older men and obnoxious boy group members?” Gaeul glances at her with a pout on her lips. “Am I ugly or something?”

Wonyoung sighs, gently holding her groupmate’s hand from across the table. “Of course you’re not ugly, you’re just… unlucky.” Gaeul faceplants into the table, her muffled whimpers eliciting sympathy from the younger girl. “Look, why don’t you just ask out our manager already? I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

Gaeul’s face shoots up, tomato red with panic. “W-what are you talking about!? That’s our manager, that’s w-weird!”

Wonyoung scoffs. “And you think touching yourself while moaning his name isn’t weird?”

“H-how did y-”

“These walls are paper thin, just because you play ocean noises in the background doesn’t mean we can’t hear you.”

Gaeul sinks into her chair, covering her face in embarrassment. With a sigh, Wonyoung pulls up a website on her phone and slides it across the table. “Here, a bunch of my friends used this website when they were in your position and they all managed to find a boyfriend within a week.”

The older girl scans the phone, immediately grimacing at the shoddy nature of the website. Aside from an embedded video in the middle of the site and a measly drop down menu titled “Lessons”, it’s essentially barebones. All the text is in Comic Sans for some god awful reason, and whatever moron made this sorry excuse for a website decided to use bright orange over pink. It’s like wrapping a terrible gift in even uglier wrapping paper.

“Wonyoung, this is… grim,” she mutters.

Wonyoung shrugs. “The results speak for themselves.” She takes her phone back and walks towards her room at the end of the hallway. “You better watch those videos. You’re already ruining my beauty sleep, I won’t let you ruin beaches for me too,” she calls out, her bedroom door slamming behind her.

Gaeul leans her head against her palm, contemplating her options. She could ignore Wonyoung’s advice and continue to foolishly look around for dick until her standards drop so low that she ends up sleeping with — God forbid — some washed up 2nd gen idol, or she could learn a thing or two from that hideous website and ask out her hot manager, potentially making things awkward between them for the rest of her career.

She barely has to think about it before pulling out her phone, pulling up the website in mere seconds. With a deep breath, she presses play on the first video.

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LESSON 1: HOW TO GET A MAN

Being the manager of one of the biggest girl groups in the world leaves you with little energy and even less free time. At first, it was fun. When IVE first debuted, they were nervous yet excited about finally achieving the dreams they’ve worked so hard for, and you wanted to help them out anyway you could, becoming a strong pillar that they can rely on.

However, after a couple years of idol experience under their belt combined with their very quick rise to stardom, the job that you once loved turned into a complete nightmare, which only worsened once the girls found partners. Just last week, you had to wrestle a camera away from a Dispatch worker after he took photos of Rei sucking off her boyfriend in the middle of a park—all of this at 3 fucking AM. To add salt to the wound, instead of being commended for preventing a potential PR disaster, you got chewed out by your supervisor for not managing them well enough. Sure, let’s ignore the million other times you’ve warned them about doing stupid things in public that they keep ignoring.

At least not all of them are a handful to deal with since Gaeul doesn’t have a boyfr-

*Ring Ring*

Speak of the devil. You answer your phone.

“Hey Gaeul, what’s up?”

“H-hi, um…” She clears her throat, her nervousness putting you on edge.

“Is something wrong? Are you in trouble?”

“N-no, it’s nothing like that! It’s just, uh… Are you busy tomorrow?”

You scan your desk, cluttered with a messy pile of paperwork. Even at your most productive, it’ll take you the entire week to get through everything alongside the plethora of meetings you’ll have to attend. “Yeah, I’ll probably be busy tomorrow, why?”

“Oh, um… How about Saturday?”

“Gaeul, what is this about?”

“Just…!” She sighs audibly in frustration. “Yes or no?”

Rolling your eyes, you take a quick glance at your calendar. Aside from a note that says “buy groceries”, it seems like your entire weekend is free. “Yes, I’m free on Saturday. What is this-”

“Great! I’ll text you an address. Be there at 5pm sharp. Bye!”

“Wai-”

Gaeul hangs up before you can utter another word, leaving you to wonder what all of this is about and why she sounded so nervous over the phone. Your mind runs through all the potential scenarios this could be. As far as you know, there aren’t any events Ive are performing at and filming for their YouTube show doesn’t start until next week. Could this be a prank the girls are pulling on you?

Even as you look up the address she sent you, all you're left with is more questions than answers.

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LESSON 2: HOW TO ACT PROPER ON A DATE

Saturday rolls around after another particularly difficult week of running around protecting IVE’s image. If you’re being honest, you fully expected to pass away from stress alone after Yujin and Liz nearly got caught having a foursome in someone’s pool by Dispatch yet again. At the very least, this photographer didn’t put up nearly as much of a fight as the last one.

As you travel to the far side of the city and stroll up to the fancy restaurant Gaeul all but forced you to come to, you silently pray that this isn’t some weird way of her announcing her new relationship to you. You enter the restaurant, almost immediately receiving a glare of disdain from the host as he scans your casual outfit of a T-shirt and jeans, unbefitting of the atmosphere.

“I’m sorry sir, but we have a strict dress code and we unfortunately cannot seat you with your current outfit,” he says, flashing a condescending smile.

“Actually, sorry if this is weird, but is a woman named Gaeul here?” you ask, ignoring his poor attitude.

He looks down at his podium, scanning through some papers before his expression suddenly shifts into something more genial. “Ah, of course! Right this way, sir.” He leads you down a side hallway that’s hidden away from the main seating area, and brings you to one of many doors. “Ms. Gaeul is right in this room, sir.”

You open the door, your jaw hitting the floor in awe as you scan the intricate decorations that adorn the room. A golden chandelier hangs overhead, illuminating everything in a warm glow, while beautifully realistic paintings of fruit bowls and flower vases hang on the walls. In the center of the room sits a table, draped with a red silk cloth and topped with lit candles that set a sort of romantic mood. Gaeul sits on one end, sporting a black strapless dress that shows off her milky skin and thin figure.

“Hi!” She says, walking to you with outstretched arms. “I’m so glad you could make it!”

“Hey— o-oh.” You flinch in surprise as she pulls you into a warm embrace, instinctually slotting your arm around her delicate waist. It’s the first hug you’ve shared with one of the members, and your discomfort quickly fades as you sink into her.

“Have a seat, make yourself comfortable,” she says. You sit across from her, your eyes darting around the room, overwhelmed by the ambience. “You like the view?”

“Yeah, this place is pretty cool, but why did you want me to come here?”

“To surprise you of course!”

Just then, a procession of servers files through the door, carrying silver platters full of food. With each dish they place, you salivate more and more, your stomach rumbling intensely. By the time the last dish is set, the entire table is filled with various dishes of different smells, colors, and textures, none of it discernible but all of it delicious. The final cherry on top is the bottle of expensive wine that the server pours into your glass. This is it. This is Heaven.

“Since you work so hard for us, I thought it would be fitting to treat you to a nice meal,” Gaeul explains, smiling at you. “You deserve it.

“W-wow, this is just… thank you so much, Gaeul,” You say, still scanning the food in front of you. “I wish you would’ve told me to wear something nicer though. That guy at the front side-eyed me the second I walked in.”

“It’s okay, I think you look sexy in anything you wear,” she giggles, cutting her laughter short with a bite of her lip. For a split second, you swear your heart skips a beat.

Blush grows on your cheeks, taken aback by her sudden compliment. “O-oh, uh, thanks. You look, um, very nice too.”

“Just nice?” She pouts cutely. “I got all dressed up for you and that’s all you’re gonna say?”

The heat in your face deepens as you nervously avert your gaze. You compliment the girls all the time, why do you suddenly feel weird about it now? “You look… very pretty, Gaeul.”

She grins warmly, satisfied by your answer. “Thank you. Now eat up! It’s all for you.”

You spend the next few minutes in pure bliss trying out every single dish, each bite better than the last. Sweet, savory, bitter, earthy, flavor combinations you never even knew existed dance around on your taste buds; pair that with the rich taste of the wine and suddenly, you’re floating on cloud nine.

“How’s the food?” She asks. “You look like you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Of course I am,” you say, grinning at her. “I’m eating delicious food and drinking expensive wine with a beautiful girl.”

“Oh?” Her brow raises with intrigue, a smirk playing on her glossy lips. “Beautiful? I thought you said I was just pretty?”

“I-I mean yeah, the entire world thinks you’re beautiful,” you stutter, trying to keep your inhibitions in check, a task that’s becoming increasingly difficult with the amount of alcohol you’ve consumed.

“Okay, but what do you think?” Gaeul leans in like a predator backing up its prey into a corner, her light-hearted tone dropping to reveal something more sultry.

You gulp, beads of sweat forming on your head. “W-well, I think you’re a great performer and-”

“That’s not what I meant,” she states, staring intently at you. “Have you ever thought about me? Imagining what you would do to me if we were all alone with no one to bother us, just me and you?” She brings her spoon to her lips, giving it a slow, sensuous lick without ever breaking eye contact.

You shiver as her tongue dances across the silver, desperately wishing it was you instead of the damn spoon. You shouldn’t be having these impure thoughts—though you’d be lying if you said this is the first time you’ve looked at Gaeul this way. You’re her manager, Starship will toss you out in an instant if they suspect that you took the job just to get with the idols. But it’s so hard to think properly with the alcohol flowing through your system and the tightening in your pants.

Tell her no. Stop her advances immediately before things get out of hand. Yet, you don’t object as Gaeul takes your hand, leading you out of the restaurant. The words start to meld together like goo, all you can make out is an utterance of a “good time” and how you’ve been such a “good boy”. You say a lot of things to her, probably—it’s hard to talk with her tongue shoved in your mouth—but as the taxi takes you to the familiar route towards her apartment, the only clear thought running through your head is how impossible it is to tell this girl “no”.

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LESSON 3: HOW TO PLEASURE A MAN

Gaeul tosses her phone on her bed, scoffing in disgust. After her conversation with Wonyoung last night, she binge watched the first two lessons, even jotting down notes to remember for later. As much as she would hate to admit it, the questionable looking website is an information goldmine for a desperate soul like hers, it’s a wonder how she hasn’t stumbled upon it before. However, her view of it immediately soured again after watching the third lesson.

“Act submissive? Let him do whatever he wants?” Gaeul questions, reiterating the points made in the video. “What kind of bullshit advice is this? If I’m gonna sleep with someone, I’m not trying to be their little fuck doll or whatever!”

She paces around her room, hands running through her hair over and over again as the thoughts bounce around her frustrated mind. What’s the point in doing all this work trying to get a boyfriend if it only amounts to his pleasure? What about her needs? Is she supposed to be happy being reduced to a glorified cum rag?

Fuck no. A sudden realization hits her like a bolt from the blue — She’s Gaeul from IVE. An icon in one of if not the most popular girl group in the world. Any man should feel lucky that she even gave them the time of day.

With a newfound determination, Gaeul picks up her phone, her finger hovering tentatively over the “Call” button on her manager’s contract. She’ll use what she learned in the first two videos for sure; she’s not dumb enough to completely disregard their teachings. But if—no, when things get to the bedroom, she’ll do things her own way.

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You and Gaeul stumble through the door of the dorm, lips, limbs, and fingers intertwined in a needy ball of lust. Don’t even bother making it to her room, half of your clothes are already off by the time you reach the living room. Palm her toned stomach, savor the taste of her lewd moans dancing off her tongue and onto yours, shiver as her nails graze against your skin. Do all the dirty things you’ve kept hidden in the back of your mind.

Gaeul breaks away, sitting back on the couch as she strips away the rest of her dress, leaving her in a matching set of black undergarments. She spreads her legs, inviting you to fill the space in between.

“Eat me out,” she commands, words unwavering even as the sheen of arousal coating her thighs tells you exactly how badly she needs this. You quickly oblige, practically diving face first into her sweet heat. Discard her soaked panties; to you, they’re just another obstacle keeping you from what you really want.

“Good boy~,” Gaeul moans as you attack her slit with your tongue. You alternate between long, slow licks to flicking your tongue furiously against her clit. She yanks at your hair, forcing you to take a whiff of her sex. Her scent is intoxicating. You don’t even feel the pain anymore, all you can think about is about pleasuring her gorgeous pussy.

“F-fuck yes, lick my pussy, you fucking perv!” she goads you on and you follow her every command like the dog that you are. Her slim thighs wrap around your head, forcing you deeper and deeper into her until it’s physically impossible for you to get any closer. Forget the alcohol, you’re getting drunker on the sweet nectar dripping from her hole.

Fuck her with your fingers as you lap at her clit with a hunger you’ve never felt before. Her guttural moans are like a siren song, drawing you into her. The way her face contorts with pleasure is so alluring. You thought she was attractive already, but fuck this is the kind of beauty that only you are lucky enough to see. No hounding fans, no Dispatch, just you and Gaeul.

She grabs your hair, pulling you away from her heat, much to your dismay. “Take your fucking cock out,” she commands before pushing you back onto the floor. You make quick work of your boxers, but before you can ask for a condom, Gaeul’s already climbing all over you, lining up your painfully erect cock with her slit.

“W-wait, Gaeul-”

She clasps her hand over your mouth, leering at you with a ravenous glare. “I’ve waited too long for this to use a damn condom. You’re just gonna have to pull out or I’m kicking your ass out into the streets, got it?”

You nod, both terrified and turned on by this new side of Gaeul. With her hand still covering your mouth, she slowly impales herself on your rod, her face silently contorting with each inch of you she takes. You move to grab her hips, but she swats your hand away.

“Absolutely fucking not, we’re doing this my way,” she growls at you. All you can do is submit as she fucks herself onto you at a selfishly slow pace like you’re nothing more than her personal dildo. Your hot breath flows through the miniscule gaps in between her fingers, not even giving you the luxury of a deep breath. You want to get angry, you want to show her who’s boss, but each time she slams her hips down onto you, it’s like she sucks away your will to fight little by little until you're completely left at her mercy.

“Fuck, this is so much better than using my fingers,” she groans, throwing her head back in ecstasy. “I bet you’ve imagined this before, huh? Filling my pussy with your disgusting cock?”

You nod sheepishly. Her words aren’t entirely false; you’ve imagined what it would be like to sleep with some of the girls, but never did you think you would actually get the chance to. Gaeul rocks her hips back and forth, relishing in the way your breath quickens and your eyes twitch with each slam of her petite hips. You feel yourself begin to reach the apex of your climax and urgently tap her thighs to warn her, but all she does is laugh in your face.

“You wanna dump your cum deep into my cunt, don’t you? Impregnate me with your disgusting seed?” she teases. “I’m not on the pill. What are you gonna do?”

Your eyes clamp shut, trying desperately to ignore the building sensation in the pit of your stomach. But with her warm walls making you lose all sense of control, it’s only a matter of time before you inevitably burst inside of her. Right at the last second, you grab Gaeul’s hips and lift her off of you, shooting your cum onto your stomach. Gaeul’s body shakes violently as she reaches her own orgasm, furiously rubbing at her clit as her juices spray all over your torso. Once her messy climax subsides, she scoops a dollop of your semen off of your stomach and licks it, swirling your combined juices in her mouth with a smirk.

“Mmm, tasty,” she says, cupping your chin while her other hand strokes your semi-hard shaft. “You better get it up soon, I’m not done using you.”

“Y-yes…” you mutter, still basking in the high of your orgasm.

Her grip on your face deepens, digging her nails into your cheek. “Yes, who?”

“Yes… mistress,” you utter like the word is commonplace on your tongue. With an amused smirk, Gaeul plants a kiss on your lips, much gentler than you had anticipated.

“You learn quickly. Good boy~” Hearing her say that makes your skin shiver in delight, craving the sensual lilt in her voice. You want her approval. You need her approval. With her, you’re not her manager anymore, you’re her plaything that lives to serve her.

Gaeul bites her lip as she looks down at your cock, already at full mast once again. “Carry me to my room.”

“Yes, mistress,” you answer promptly, scooping her up into your arms. Gaeul nips at your ear as you carry her to her room, trapping yourself inside with the little beast that you’ve worked with for years. The line of morality blurs to the point of disappearing, almost as if it was never there in the first place. It doesn’t matter anymore. All you care about is serving your mistress until she’s completely satisfied.

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Your eyes blink open to sunlight peeking through the window. The mattress feels oddly soft, more so than usual. Maybe it’s finally time to bite the bullet and get a new mattress. A blinding headache keeps you glued to your back, unable to make any sudden movements. Your ceiling fan looks odd too. Has it always been this big?

The door clicks open followed by a few light footsteps. “Good morning!” That’s Gaeul’s voice. Why is that Gaeul’s voice?

Panic begins to ensue as you finally look around the room. This isn’t your room. This isn’t your mattress. That’s not your ceiling fan. And where the hell are your clothes?

“W-what the-”

“Here.” Gaeul hands you a water bottle. “I bet your hangover is killing you right now.”

You quickly cover yourself with a blanket, blushing sheepishly. “G-Gaeul… Why am I here? A-and where are my cloth-” Your jaw drops in shock as you scan her outfit — She’s wearing your t-shirt paired with nothing but black panties.

“W-why are you wearing my shirt!?”

She pouts at you, placing the water bottle on her nightstand. “Do you not remember what happened last night?” She leans in with a smirk. “Because I definitely do.”

Her warmth tickles your ear. It’s an oddly… pleasant feeling, but that’s not important right now. “D-did we…?”

“Have sex?” Gaeul finishes your sentence, sitting down next to you. “Yes, we did. And it was amazing.”

Your face falls into your hands. You could lose your job for this. Hell, you could get blacklisted from the entire industry. No one’s going to want to hire a manager that fucked an idol they were supposed to be managing. This is it. You’re gonna have to flee the country, maybe even change your name. You’ll become a beet farmer on some remote island where your only friend is a seagull and-

“Hey,” Gaeul soothes you, rubbing your back. “You look worried. Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I-I should’ve never let this happen, I could lose my job, my apartment, my-”

“You’re not gonna lose your job,” she assures you. “If they fire you, I’ll threaten to leave the group.” You turn to her, confused. “W-what, why?”

“Because…” A light blush grows on her cheeks. “I like you. And you made me feel sooo good last night.”

“U-um…”

“Do you still not remember what happened?” she sighs. You shake your head no. “Hmm… maybe this will help jog your memory.”

With a smirk, Gaeul cups your chin, forcing you to look at her. Her hair is still messy and her face is barren without makeup, yet she still looks so beautiful in front of you. She leans in, giving you that same pleasant feeling as her breath dances on your earlobe.

“Good boy.”

Like a movie, the scenes of last night’s misdeeds play vividly in your mind, reminding you exactly what transpired: The dinner. The taxi ride. The sex. Holy fuck, the sex. You’ve dated submissive girls before, but the way Gaeul dominated you was a whole different experience, nothing you’ve ever felt before. She took away your ability to breathe properly, completely leaving you at her mercy, and you enjoyed it. It felt dirty, but it felt good.

Gaeul chuckles as she notices your erection poking through the blanket. “Did that turn you on?”

“N-no, uh…”

“You’re really gonna be shy about it now? It looked like you were enjoying yourself more than I was last night,” she teases.

The blush on your cheeks deepen. “L-look, I… I’ve never done that kind of thing before. Hell, I’ve never had sex with an idol before. This is all kinda new to me,” you admit.

Gaeul sighs, gazing at the wall in contemplation. “I’ve never done anything like that before either. But I liked it.” She turns to you. “Did you like it?”

“Uh… Yeah. I did.”

“Would you want to keep doing it?”

The threat of losing your job still lingers in your mind. This is all new and potentially dangerous territory, and you have no idea what the future could possibly hold for either of you. But you would be the biggest idiot in the world if you lied to yourself and declined her offer.

“Yeah. I want to keep doing this with you,” you say. With a smile, Gaeul tears away the blanket and excitedly jumps into your lap, her crotch resting on your exposed erection. The thin fabric of her panties is the only thing keeping you separated from her sweet pussy.

“So does that mean you’ll be my boyfriend?” She asks, now grinding her hips against you. Your breath gets thinner as the heat of ecstasy fills up your entire body.

“Y-yes, I would love to be your boyfriend.”

Gaeul grabs your chin, her nails sinking into the flesh of your cheeks. “Yes, who?”

A moan escapes your lips as the pleasure mixes with the pain, leaving you in a state of bliss. “Yes, mistress.”

She smirks at you before taking off your shirt, revealing her perky tits and her petite waist to you. “Good boy. I can’t wait to play with you some more~”

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LESSON 4: HOW TO MAKE IT LAST

The last few weeks have been the most exciting weeks of your life. All the previous stress of working as IVE’s manager practically disappeared now that you were with Gaeul. No more wrestling with Dispatch after one of the members gets caught anymore, all she has to do is assert her dominance as the oldest and the rest of the members will listen to her. If you knew that a cheat sheet was underneath your nose this whole time, you would’ve dated her sooner.

Of course, to avoid any controversy and damage to the group, your relationship was kept a secret from everyone, including the members. However, that didn’t stop her from constantly calling you to fulfill her needs. It doesn’t matter where, when, or how many people are around, if she’s in need of release, you’re on your knees, lapping at her pussy like it’s your last meal. Gaeul is absolutely crazy, but you would be downright insane to tell your mistress “no”.

After a couple of close calls, both of you decided that it would be best to come clean to her members about your relationship. It’s already hard enough trying to keep your hands off of each other; you wouldn't want any of them to walk in on the two of you while your tongue is deep inside your girlfriend. At first, you assumed that Gaeul would simply send a quick text to the girls to alert them, but it seems like she has some other plans in mind as the two of you wait for them in one of Starship’s meeting rooms.

Gaeul moans in delight as you suck on her neck while she grinds against your leg. “Fuck, that feels good, baby,” she coos.

“Not that I’m complaining, but don’t you think it’ll be awkward if they walk in on us like this?” You ask, nipping at her ear.

“I locked the door, so they’ll have to knock before they can come in.” Of course she accounted for that. God, you fucking love her. “Now shut up and get back to sucking.”

“Yes, mistress,” you oblige, sinking your fingers into her ass as you ravage her neck. However, your playtime is cut short as a knock at the door signals the presence of the other girls.

“God dammit,” you groan. “Can we make this quick, babe? I need you so badly.”

Gaeul flashes you a mischievous smirk, giving you a soft parting kiss before climbing out of your lap. “Don’t worry, cutie, we’ll get to have some fun sooner than you think.” You ogle at her hips as she sashays over to the door, unlocking it and smiling brightly at Wonyoung, Yujin, Liz, and Rei as they file through. You try to offer a similar smile, but with the aching in your jeans, you’re barely coherent enough to breathe properly.

“I’m so glad you guys could make it!” Gaeul exclaims, locking the door behind them.

“Of course!” Yujin replies. “You said you had an important announcement, so that means it’s important to us too!”

“Couldn’t you just text us though? And why is our manager here?” Rei asks, eyeing the two of you suspiciously. You nervously avert your gaze, looking towards Gaeul for support.

“Because he’s part of this and I wanted to show you guys something in person,” Gaeul explains. She takes a quick breath before continuing. “So, I’m sure you’re all aware of how much I’ve been complaining about not having a boyfriend, and-”

“Wah! You got a boyfriend!?” Liz exclaims, connecting the dots fairly quickly. “Who is it? Is it that one rookie that was staring at you during recording last week?”

“Ew, no,” she grimaces. “It’s actually someone all of you know very well.” Gaeul suddenly climbs onto your lap, planting a delicate kiss on your cheek. Normally, you would feel pretty nervous about doing something this vulgar in front of others, but her body heat combined with your raging hormones from your interrupted makeout session makes you completely forget about everyone else. A billion people could be watching and you would still let this gorgeous beauty do anything she wants to your body.

The girls applaud at Gaeul’s announcement, except for Wonyoung, who overdramatically rolls her eyes at the news. “You called us in to tell us this? It was so obvious you two were dating, you were practically attached at the hip for the past couple weeks.”

Gaeul chuckles, eyes darkening as she captures you with her gaze. “Actually, there’s something else I wanted to show you guys too.” Much to your dismay, she gets off of you and drags a chair some distance away from you, sitting down. “You see, our manager here is actually a bit of a freak.”

The girls stifle their laughter as they glance at you, causing your cheeks to burn with embarrassment and confusion. “U-um, babe? W-what are you-”

“I could’ve acted like some ‘ditzy little fuck doll’ and let him have his way with me,” Gaeul scoffs, disdain dripping in her tone. “But then I thought ‘Why should I let him have all the fun? Our dear manager is always bossing us around, so why don’t I take charge for once?’ Granted, it was a gamble, but it paid off sooo fucking well. Don’t you agree, baby?”

Your cheeks grow redder by the second as they all look at you expectantly. “I-I mean, yeah, I-I liked it-” Suddenly, a piece of fabric hits you in the face. You examine it in your hands, your eyes growing wide with shock as you realize what it is — Gaeul’s shirt.

The rest of her members cheer at her boldness while your heart pounds against your chest, tracing her silhouette with your hungry gaze. “Crawl,” she commands.

Your eyes dart nervously between her and the rest of the girls, desire and judgment warring in your mind. “B-b-but-”

“I didn’t say you could speak,” she spits, her eyes narrowing. “Now, be a good boy and fucking crawl.”

A flip switches in your brain as desire wins the war by a landslide. Any hint of embarrassment you once held is now gone, replaced by an overwhelming amount of lust. You fall to your hands and knees, ignoring the hollering from the other girls. To you, they don’t exist anymore. All that matters is satisfying your mistress in any way you can.

Gaeul harshly grips your hair once you reach her, forcing you to stare into her eyes. The heat from her breath hits your face, driving you mad with want. You swear a glob of drool falls from your lip at the thought of getting to taste her sweet pussy again.

She drags her thumb over your lips, smirking. “Tell them what you are,” she orders, turning your head towards her members. Wonyoung rests her head against her palm like she’d rather be somewhere else, while Yujin starts recording you with her phone, no doubt to hold it over your head if you inconvenience her later on. Liz stares at you, deeply flustered, yet a hint of jealousy in her eyes, and you notice Rei sneakily trying to touch herself, her face beet red with pent up arousal.

“I am mistress’s plaything. I live to satisfy her and her alone, no matter where or when she asks me to,” you state. Wonyoung mouths an impressed “Oh wow” at Gaeul before glancing at you with a hint of disgust in her eyes.

Your hair is yanked back towards your girlfriend. “Mmm, it’s cute just how pathetic you fucking look. I bet you want your reward now, don’t you?” She teases the hem of her shorts with her other hand, flashing a glimpse of her panties at you. You nod enthusiastically, ignoring the pain in your scalp while you pant like a dog with desperation.

“Y-yes, please. I want you so badly, mistress. I crave the taste of your sweetness,” you beg. She smirks at you before standing up and removing her shorts, leaving just the fabric of her panties to block you from the true prize within like a wrapper on a candy bar. Hastily, you move your hands to the hem of her panties, but she quickly swats them away.

“Use your teeth, you fucking dog,” she spits.

“Yes, mistress.” As you get closer to her heat, her scent wafts through your nose, sending your mind deeper into a frenzy. You bite down onto the hem and jerk your head downwards, quickly uncovering the object of your desire hiding underneath. With her panties hanging from your teeth, you look up at her in search of her approval.

“Damn, I wish my boyfriend was that obedient…” Liz mutters under her breath.

Gaeul gently cups your chin, smiling at you with a palpable desire in her eyes. You love that look. You want her to look at you like that all the time, even if it means humiliating yourself in front of the girl group that you are paid to take care of. You are her pet, her plaything, her good boy that does anything she wants.

“Lick my pussy, baby,” she whispers, commanding yet soft. She bites her lip as she watches your face inch closer and closer to her dripping core, glistening and beautiful. You run your tongue along her slit, gratefully lapping at her juices while your hands caress her slender thighs. Gaeul grinds her hips against your face, pulling at your hair every time you make contact with her clit.

“F-fuck yes!” she moans, forgetting about the audience that she brought along. “J-just like that… Such a good boy… K-keep fucking me with that tongue, oh fuck!”

The sound of her pleasure is your favorite song, but it gets harder to hear as her thighs clamp around your ears. No matter; you’re doing this for her and not for you, after all. Double your efforts to please her, work your fingers into her hole while you flick your tongue against her clit. Don’t worry about the cramping in your tongue or the lack of oxygen in your lungs. All the pain is worth it for your mistress.

You feel her entire body contract as her orgasm overtakes, nearly collapsing on top of you in the process. You do your best to support her body, all while drinking up her nectar like it’s the first drop of rainfall during a long drought. The familiar tanginess hits your tongue, a flavor that you crave more than the fancy dinner she treated you on your first night together.

“H-holy shit…” Gaeul stutters, holding onto your shoulders for support as she catches her breath. “Get on the chair… I-I wanna ride you…”

You notice her legs are still shaking underneath her. “A-are you sur-”

“I said get on the fucking chair!”

You quickly jump to your feet and do as you're told, subtly making sure Gaeul doesn’t fall over before moving from underneath her. She silently scorns you with a furious glare for not immediately following her orders. The rest of the girls watch with bated breath, not used to this side of her.

Gaeul makes quick work of your jeans and your boxers, roughly squeezing your shaft in between her fingers. “Are you gonna keep fucking disobeying me, or are you gonna follow my instructions like a good boy?” she whispers harshly into your ear.

You squirm underneath her grasp, the pain only turning you on even more. “I-I’ll be a good boy, mistress. I s-swear.”

“U-um…” Wonyoung nervously interjects. “Isn’t this a bit much, Gaeul? He looks like he’s in pain.”

Gaeul wraps her other hand around your neck, her palm pushing against your Adam's apple. You moan against her touch, enjoying the lightheadedness. “Don’t you like this, baby? Don’t you love being a good little dog for me?” She teases, slowly stroking your cock.

“Y-yes, I love it so much. I love being my mistress’s dog,” you say, your breath shivering.

Gaeul turns back to Wonyoung. “See? He likes it,” she states simply. Wonyoung concedes and sinks into her chair, continuing to watch the sick and twisted display of affection in front of her with faint but growing interest.

With that out of the way, Gaeul turns back to you and hops into your lap, teasing your tip by dragging it along her wet slit. “Do you want this pussy, baby? Do you want to fill it with your disgusting cock?”

“Y-yes, mistress. I want you so badly.” Your skin crawls as jolts of electricity shoot through you with each slow drag of her lips. Any ounce of sanity you had left has completely turned into mush at this point. Despite your basest desires, you know better than to thrust into her without her permission. She has you right under her thumb, and any mistake could mean getting squashed without warning.

Her grip on your neck tightens. “Beg for it, bitch.”

“P-please… I-I need it… N-need you…” you manage to choke out, writhing under her grasp. She grins at you, shoving a messy kiss on your lips as she slams her hips down onto you. She rips a moan from deep within your chest as you grant her tongue free reign over yours, earning a hum of satisfaction in response. Her velvety walls grip onto your cock, squeezing any remaining energy you had left. You’re nothing more than a glorified dildo to be used by your merciful mistress.

Gaeul suddenly breaks the kiss, slapping you across the face. Blood rushes to your cheek, now marked red by her hand.

“Gaeul…!” Yujin gasps in shock. “Th-that’s-”

“Do it again!” you plead, silencing her concern. “P-please, mistress. Hit me again.”

Your mistress bites her lip at you, intensifying the gyration of her hips while blessing your cheeks with a frenzy of slaps. You grow dizzy with pain and pleasure, higher than any drug could ever take you.

“T-take it, you fucking dog!” she moans, continuing her assault on your face as her second orgasm rapidly approaches. You feel your own quickly following suit and tap her thigh to warn her, but Gaeul instead wraps her arms around you, showing no signs of slowing down her hips.

“I-I’m safe today, b-baby,” she whispers into your ear, much more gentle than she usually is. “Y-you can c-cum in me if you want… I f-fucking love you…”

The walls of her gorgeous pussy squeeze your shaft as she squirts onto your cock. You follow her soon after, covering her insides with your cum for the first time ever, clinging onto Gaeul’s delicate body. Your mind floats around in pure ecstasy, a feeling you never want to let go of. Gaeul lazily kisses on your neck as she recovers from her high.

“I… love you… too,” you breathlessly mutter before falling victim to exhaustion and collapsing against the chair. Gaeul climbs off of your lap and collects her discarded clothing off the ground, stumbling with each step.

“Well… that was interesting to say the least,” Yujin says after a long silence, finishing the recording on her phone.

“Send me that video later, that was really hot…” Rei whispers to her.

“Um, is he gonna be okay?” Liz asks. “I’m pretty sure we have a schedule tomorrow.”

Gaeul looks over to your now sleeping form and smiles with adoration. She kisses your reddened cheek, careful not to wake you. “He’ll be fine, I’m pretty sure,” she assures them.

Wonyoung stands up from her seat. “I’m glad you found a good… boytoy, or whatever you call him,” she says, patting Gaeul’s shoulder before leaving the meeting room. The rest of the girls follow suit, leaving Gaeul alone with you as she waits for you to wake up.

She slides a chair next to you and plants another gentle kiss on your cheek before sitting. “Good boy~” she whispers delicately, resting her head on your shoulder.

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misseviehyde · 4 months

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CONFISCATED - PART 2

Beth cursed as the clutch on her car made another unpleasant grinding sound and the automobile leapt forward a few inches. Yanking the gear stick hard, she managed to regain control and finally pulled off into the traffic at a reasonable crusing speed.

This car was a total piece of shit, but since finalising the divorce with Lawrence she'd been struggling financially and the last thing she could afford right now was a new vehicle.

Lawrence and her had split up amiably enough and he always paid his alimony on time, but Beth knew they were both struggling to manage. Bella was at a difficult age and their separation had affected her most of all. She seemed to think money, popularity and status were all that mattered and she was addicted to her mobile phone.

Beth was still hopeful that Bella would mature and realise there was more to being a woman than how you looked and what you could get out of men. She herself despised gold-digging bimbo's and was uncomfortable when she had found Bella looking at breast enhancement websites.

Bella had inherited Beth's flat chest and she seemed determined to find a way to cheat nature. She'd already told her Mom she was determined to get implants as soon as she was able - although she'd gone suspiciously quiet about it recently, almost as if she'd found some other way to get what she wanted.

Beth just wished her daughter could be happy the way she was. She didn't want her daughter becoming a spoiled gold-digging, fashion obssessed bitch.

A ripple suddenly seemed to pass through the air. A faint vibration that made her shiver and the hairs rise slightly on her arms. Beth's mobile phone on the passenger seat suddenly buzzed and the screen lit up.

CONNECTED TO BRAT APP. DOWNLOADING SOFTWARE.

Beth didn't look at her phone, she assumed it was just a message and she would read it later.

BRAT APP INSTALLED. CONNECTED TO ACCOUNT LOREN. UPDATING... UPDATING... UPDATING...

Beth's phone began to throb as an upload bar began to rise on the screen.

And on the steering wheel her nails began to lengthen into slutty acrylic claws...

***

"Mmmmh, OMG I'm like sooo fucking hot," giggled Loren as she admired her slutty reflection in the mirror. Moments had passed since she had pushed the button on Bella's mobile phone and the electrifying transformation had taken hold. She was still tingling with the orgasmic pleasure of becoming such a bitch. She felt fucking yummy.

Loren could taste sexy pink lipgloss on her lips, she could smell girly bodyspray rising from her clothes and she could feel her long blonde hair tickling her neck and shoulders. Her stupid cock was gone, replaced by a superior pussy. Her large perfect breasts hung heavy and pleasingly obvious on her chest. Her ass was perfect and her long sexy legs went on for miles.

And it wasn't just the physical changes. It felt like her head had been dumped in a bucket of water. The rush of the change had disorientated her and reset her mind. She was thinking in terms of female pronouns, she could only think of herself as Loren now.

She still remembered that a moment ago she'd been Lawrence, Bella's Dad - but now that seemed almost like a crazy memory belonging to a different person. This new persona that Brat App had created had taken control. The man she had been was gone.

Or was he?

As Loren examined herself, she felt some aspects of her old personality resurface and fight back. It isn't easy to completely alter someone and as enticing as this new body and mind was, some element of Lawrence was fighting back.

Looking down at Bella's mobile phone... NO... Loren's mobile phone now, Loren saw that the Brat App was open. There was a menu open.

REFUND PERIOD - 24 HRS. CLICK HERE FOR A FULL REFUND AND REVERSAL OF ALL CHANGES. AFTER 24 HOURS YOUR REFUND IS NULL AND VOID, ALL CHANGES BECOME PERMANENT.

Loren's finger hovered over the button. So... she COULD go back to being Lawrence. She could end this with a single click and reverse all the changes.

But then again she had 24 hours. So why not use them?

Loren knew she'd regret it for the rest of her life if she didn't take advantage of this new body. She felt new hungers, new desires. She was a teenage bitch now and she wanted to know how that felt. She closed the menu. She definitely wasn't ready to end this yet.

Thoughts of wearing slutty clothes, manipulating and controlling boys, bullying other people they began to run through her evil new mind. The Lawrence part of her was uncomfortable at these wicked thoughts, but he was currently too weak to fight as Loren took control.

She picked up her phone. She needed some porn or something. She was horny. She stopped as she saw there was another menu running in the app, she looked at it curiously.

MAKING REALITY ADJUSTMENTS TO SUIT UPGRADED LIFE. ADJUSTING FAMILY RELATIONSHIPS. BITCHY RICH MOM PROGRAM RUNNING.

Loren looked at the app nonplussed. What the fuck did that mean? Was someone else being transformed? She wondered who and a slight tingle of excitement thrilled through her that another person was being corrupted in order to make her life better. It felt good to be the centre of attention.

The thought made her tingle and she brought her hand down to her pussy. Mmmmh oh yeah...

She opened the app and her lips twisted into a smile as she saw a name. Beth.

Loren saw that there was now an avatar of Beth on the screen. Upgrades were already happening, but she had the power to adjust things to.

She began to finger her tight pussy as she began to fuck up Beth...

***

Beth groaned and her car swerved as a sudden pulse of pleasure shot through her body. "Wh... what the fuckkkk?" she hissed, her body tingling pleasurably and her head spinning.

She looked down.

Her hands seemed different somehow. The nails long and slutty, the fingers dripping in expensive rings. Her usually pale skin seemed tanned and smooth. No... wait, this is what her hands always looked like. She loved a sexy, expensive manicure.

The car beneath her was changing. The seat became expensive leather, the interior more sumptious. The gear box became automatic and Beth leaned back and purred with satisfaction.

On the seat the phone throbbed and the upgrade bar rose higher.

She loved driving this Mercedes... just like she enjoyed all expensive things. Money, wealth and power were all that mattered. It was a lesson she was teaching her daughter Loren, oh and possibly that other wretched daughter of hers Bella.

No... wait... who the fuck was Loren? Bella was her only daughter? No...Bella was the daughter she hated and wish she'd never had.

Beth groaned as conflicting memories and feelings throbbed through her mind. Reality bent and buckled as the Brat App adjusted her to suit it's new narrative. Loren needed a Mommy. A rich, spoiled, mean bitchy Mom. Bella was no longer important. She was being relegated to the unpopular daughter.

In this new reality, Beth was an evil gold digger who only cared about money and status. She doted on her daughter Loren and bullied her othet daughter Bella relentlessly.

Beth moaned in pleasure and her seat belt twanged as her tits began to inflate.

Beth's chest began to tingle. She had no idea that across town Loren was pushing the button for bigger and bigger implants. She wanted her Mommy to be absolutely massive.

"Fuck yessss!" moaned Beth as her once flat chest blossomed out and two massive silicone milkers stretched and grew out. Her clothing transformed to accommodate her new bust as her lips filled with collagen and her hair became silkier.

"I looooove my big tits," she hissed.

Beth remembered now - her massive fucking boobs made her SO much better than other women. She was better than them in every way.

When Lawrence had died, the money from the insurance had paid for these tits. Soon after she'd married a millionaire, a rich black man named Logan. Now she was super happy with him. He was successful and he spoiled her rotten.

Beth... no... that wasn't her name. Bethany... she went by Bethany... recalled all the cruel and evil things she had done to get ahead. She loved being a bitch and she'd taught her daughter Loren everything she knew.

Latex, big tits, sex appeal - it was all a woman needed. She loved being a cruel fuckdoll who took everything she wanted.

Her silver Mercedes Benz purred beneath her hands... her designer dress hugged her body. She effortlessly cut through the traffic not caring about speeding. The police were in her husbands pocket as was half the city.

She owned this town.

Driving through the electric gates of a private mansion, Bethany pulled up and swapped seats with the Butler. He would park the car in the underground garage for her.

Striding into the house, her panties wet at the thought of how Logan would fuck her later she glanced around. "Where is Loren?"

"Your daughter is in her room Madame," whimpered a pathetic maid. Bethany made a mental note to have her punished later.

"Where is my husband?"

"By the pool Madame."

Bethany smiled and adjusted her massive tits within the tight latex dress she was wearing. "I will go see him first then..."

***

Loren moaned... her pussy exploding as she squirted again.

"Ohhhhh fuckkkkk."

Making Beth into an evil latex bitch was so wrong. Turning her against their own daughter was perverted. Loren loved it.

Doesn't it feel good to live only for pleasure and being a bitch?

Loren slid her three fingers back into her tight pussy and began to moan again.

"Noooo this is wrong, this is fucked up," she hissed - but doing nothing to stop. "I shouldn't be doing this."

You love it. You are Loren now and you are all that matters.

Loren glanced down at the Brat App. She still had plenty of time left before she had to activate any refund. She needed to experience more... she needed to learn more about her life as a teenage bitch.

The house had changed around her to a mansion and she now had a bitchy Mom. Going to her window she looked down at the pool where her Mom was riding her step-dad like a pornstar.

It was fucking hot.

Loren giggled and smirked. Being an evil little bitch suited her. She still had so much to find out before deciding if she should go back to being Lawrence.

And most important of all - she had a sister to take care of. Loren squirted again... then wiping her sticky pussy clean, she walked to the wardrobe to get dressed.

It was time to find more out about being a bitch and have a little heart to heart with her sister.

End of Part 2

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prentissluvr · 3 months

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literary parallels — sam winchester

pairing : sam winchester x gn!reader ➖⟢ genre : light angst, fluff ➖⟢ cw : small injuries, few seconds of physical fighting (self-defense), no use of y/n, you have a dad and i gave him a name (rick lol), mentions of death of loved ones, sort of case fic, kinda ignores canon timeline in terms of a few minor things but canon doesn't matter much in this fic lol, poorly edited most likely ➖⟢ wc : 3.6K summary : sam is someone from your past at stanford university, and the last place you expect to see him again is on a case. that's exactly where you find him. i plan on doing a part two for this one in the future! :))

today is one of those days where the reality of your life feels strange, unwelcome, and somewhat foreign. it’s not as if you’re new to the hunting life; it’s just the opposite, and yet, you often feel removed from it, especially after having lived normally at college for a few years. but you were ripped back into hunting without being able to finish your degree by your father after the death of your closest cousin.

so now you’re cooped up in a crappy motel room searching endlessly through detailed lore websites and the few books you have on you, trying to make sense of the odd patterns of killings in the small california town. that’s part of the pit in your stomach for today; the beach town, cayucos, is only three hours from stanford.

being so close to your former university after almost a whole year brings back a whole lot of mixed feelings. mostly longing for the normalcy that you loved and lost, but also a renewed urgency to find what killed your cousin. she had been studying at a different college just an hour inland from you. when she died, you had wanted to salt and burn her body and move on. but when your father showed up with proof of odd circumstances, he pursuaded you to rejoin him in the hunting life.

the deaths in cayucos are certainly odd, but they lack the defining features that would allow you to identify the creature at fault. so, you’re searching for anything with a grudge against hot men and a killing cycle of seven years since those are about the only patterns so far. your dad is at the coroner’s office, meeting with an old hunter friend to check out the body of the latest victim.

that’s been another reminder of your brief time at a normal school with normal friends and normal hobbies. when your dad first told you he called in a friend to help, he’d asked you, “d’you remember john winchester? you met him once when you were a kid, he’s an old buddy of mine.” you shook your head and he shrugged, saying something about how it makes sense; you were young and only met him once. but the name stuck in your mind as he left, and it had nothing to do with hunting or when you were a kid on the road, stuck in motels, school if you were there long enough, or the town library if you were lucky.

that name, or the last name anyway, comes from the stanford part of your life, the one you keep cherished in the most protected corners of your heart. sam winchester was one of your few friends during your time there, and after hearing his family name spoken aloud, he’s floating through your mind all day.

he disappeared after jess, his girlfriend and one of your other few friends, died, mere weeks before your own cousin died and you left standford as well. you’ve always wondered what happened to him, the best conclusion you could come to being that he couldn’t bear her death. they were absolutely in love with each other, but you know jess would have wanted him to finish at stanford, then head to that law school he was bound to get that full-ride to. sam always had an air of strength about him, so it surprised you when you never saw him again. he wasn’t even at her funeral, and to this day, that’s your singular bone to pick with him.

but, you can’t afford to think about him too much as you search for answers about the case. abandoning the lore websites for the meantime, you look over the police records of all the deaths that you can find, hoping to draw together any more patterns that you can use to narrow down your research. you’re jotting down a few notes, thinking you may have found something regarding accounts of a few of the men being last seen with a woman, when your train of thought is interrupted by an unexpected knock on the door.

on instinct, you draw your gun as you cross the room, looking through the peephole and silently cursing when you realize the light out front has gone out. all you can make out is the tall, broad silluete of a man thanks to the dimness of the twighlight sky.

you wait for a moment at the door, hoping he’ll just walk away after he doesn’t get an answer. but you’re unlucky, and he knocks again before calling out, “hello? rick sent me here to … help with the case, he said his kid was here. i’m john winchester’s son, sam.”

if you were in an old-timey cartoon, your jaw would’ve dropped to the floor. sam … sam winchester. it sounds just like him. trying to keep your head, you swap your gun for a nearby canteen of holy water and slip a silver knife into your pocket for accessibility. it’s too much of a coincidence for you to believe it.

you crack the door, just enough for him to hear you a bit better. “sam winchester? like stanford full-ride, lawyboy sam winchester?”

“i– how do you–” there’s a moment of silence, and you know that he’s piecing together the few clues he has; your voice and the last name you must share with your dad, the man he knows as rick. his voice is just as cautious as yours as he says your name like he can’t really believe it.

for a moment, you stop thinking when you hear his voice saying your name after so long, and you throw open the door and let him in. the light from the motel room finally illuminates his face, and it’s him, it’s really him. and the moment you think that is the moment you realize that could absolutely not be the case.

the second he turns to you from closing the door, you’re splashing holy water in his face so fast you barely catch the look he was about to give you; eyes so full of surprise and wonder and confusion and something akin to joy. you react quickly to his lack of reaction besides the normal surprise at getting splashed in the face, slashing at his arm with your silver knife to finish testing him. but he reacts just as fast as you, grabbing both of your wrists, spinning you around and pinning you to the flat surface of the door.

his hold is quite strong, but he doesn’t have the time to bear his full weight into holding you down before you react, so you’re able to manuever out of his hold with practiced ease. you lift one arm up as you yank the other down to make it so you’re able to slip down and to the side, out of his hold. then you’ve got a strong hand to his back, shoving him face-first against the door and your other arm bringing your knife to his throat.

the thought that his profile view with his pulled-taut eyebrows and the grimace on his mouth looks pretty has the audacity to float up to the forefront of your mind before you can squash it down. the whole struggle had taken mere seconds, and he resigns the minute you’ve got him pinned down.

“it’s me,” he pants, “i swear. ‘m not a shapeshifter or ghoul or anything, it was just instinct. sorry,” he explains quickly, “go ahead, test me.”

you debate saying “don’t mind if i do,” but decide that you don’t have to be teasing or snarky about it. instead, you tamp down your hesitance to hurt him, even a little bit because he still sort of feels like innocent, regular, lawboy sam to you, and you draw a thin line of blood at the spot where his neck slopes into his broad shoulder. there’s no burning, just a normal wince from his mouth, so you loosen your hold on him and step back, internally cringing at the small bit of blood beginning to slip down towards his collarbone.

“sorry,” you say, far more sincere than you would be if it’d been anybody else. this is the norm for hunters, but you haven’t quite wrapped your mind around the fact that sam is a hunter. you’d never once would have guessed, though you suppose that was the point. you had done everything you could to hide that part of your life during your time at stanford.

“it’s fine,” he gives you an awkward half-smile, just as sincere as you. “just, y’know, your turn.” you’d been so busy taking in the sight of him standing there, looking almost exactly the same, but not quite, as he had in college, that you forgot about the courtesy of testing yourself too.

“right,” you clear your throat, “of course.” without the hesitance any normal person would have, you take the knife to your forearm and splash a bit of holy water on your skin. “there we go. no demons or shapeshifters or the like. that’s good.” you feel incredibly awkward all of the sudden, still so bewildered and thrown off balance by the collision of your two words. it feels like too much of a coincidence for you to be this close to your old school, be thinking about sam winchester, a symbol of that old life, then for him to show up and flip your whole entire understanding of him. there’s just about a million things running through your mind at just about a million miles per hour and it’s starting to make your head hurt.

the movement of his hand, reaching up to hold the small cut you gave him is what brings you out of your short lived reverie.

“god, i’m sorry. let me get you something for that.” you don’t give him the time to politely tell you, “no, it’s okay,” like you know he would before you’ve turned your back and crossed the room to grab a first aid kit from your bag and some rubbing alcohol from the bathroom. “sit down,” you urge him when you turn back to him, motioning towards the table you’d been seated at when he arrived.

he complies and once again, you’re thinking about the strangeness of sharing this sort of space with him. you’re used to seeing him in libraries so big that they’re almost grand for quiet study sessions or in the dining hall with his nose buried in a book or in the lecture hall where you first met him in a gen-ed class. you’re used to seeing him on one of the grassy quads with jess by his side or him in the big, open, and fancy old university buildings. now he looks right at home in the dingy motel room, so small it feels like his tall, broad frame shouldn’t fit in here, so dim that his sometimes blue or green eyes look sort of muddy. they’re pretty, nonetheless.

you set the first aid kit on the table and pull out a large bandaid and a bit of gauze. you reasses the cut to be sure he doesn’t need any other sort of bandaging and almost sigh in relief when you see how shallow it is. sam doesn’t speak or protest that he’s fine to do it himself as you pull the collar of his t-shirt aside just a bit. you’re sure his mind’s busy with a whole load of questions for you, just like you for him. the brush of your knuckles against his skin suddenly makes his presence feel more real. whatever contact you’d had during the short-lived fight you’d had was completely surreal; you weren’t sure he was really even sam, and if he was, it would feel like a lie anyways, for his hands to be rough or so quick in a fight.

he doesn’t so much as wince when you press alcohol soaked gauze to the cut, and though the wound is small and shallow enough that you’re sure it barely stings, it still feels like a sign of his being a hunter, being used to pain. you don’t like that thought; sweet, sincere, and ever so smart sam being used to pain. as you take care of the cut, he lets his eyes wander around the room, probably taking in how familiar it is, and how weird that it’s your motel room and all of your belongings packed into a single bag and your computer screen displaying hacked into police reports and the very same lore websites he frequents to solve a tricky case.

when you’re done he thanks you with a small smile and you take the seat across from him. as your fingers had brushed over his bare skin and felt a whisper of his strong shoulders, you’d gotten the strong urge to hug him. you missed him even more than you thought. that urge doesn’t leave when you move away from him.

you make a confused face at sam when he reaches for the first aid kit and pulls out another set of bandaids and gauze. he just hands you a gauze now soaked with alcohol and nods at you.

“for your arm,” he explains, because you’ve already forgotten about that as you accept it with a questioning brow.

“right,” you chuckle softly, swiping over the cut with the gauze, then taking and applying the bandaid that sam opened for you. when you’re done you have to drag your eyes up to meet sam’s gaze. there’s tension in the room, and though it’s not bad per se, it’s begging to be addressed and you’re not sure how to even start. it seems like sam’s not sure either.

so, you choose to jump right into the fire.

“it’s so good to see you, sam,” you confess, pushing all your sincerity into your voice, “i mean, this is absolutely insane and i can’t quite wrap my mind around it, but i guess i don’t really care because it’s so good to see you. i worried about you so much after … after jess died, i mean, you just dissappeared and … and i can imagine that has something to do with the fact that you’re a hunter, which is sort of incomprehensible to me, but–,” suddenly you’re hit with a new realization. if sam’s disappearance had to do with the supernatural, you wonder if jess’s death did too. but you don’t want to ask, not right now. “oh, god, and i never got to tell you how sorry i am. i– i mean. i can’t imagine.” there’s where your voice trails off and you look to sam to be the one to say something now.

“thanks,” he answers simply, voice gentle but a little pained, rightfully so. “she was your friend, too. i mean, we were all friends. and i’m sorry i disappeared like that. i, um, well, you’re right. hunting dragged me away. it’s complicated and i’ll explain it to you later. you deserve to know what happened to jess, but– but it’s a lot.” a moment of silence allows that to sink in; so something did happen to her, something more than just faulty electrical wiring in her apartment. sam’s genuine as he goes on, “and it’s great to see you too, really. it’s so strange, i mean all of this, obviously, but it’s even stranger how close we are to stanford. i was already thinking about it, about you all on the way over, and the next thing i know, you’re the suspicious hunter throwing holy water in my face.”

you cringe a little at that, but sam smiles a little wider than he has all night. “that’s a good thing,” he half-laughs, “i don’t care how weird this coincidence is, i’m glad for it.” his hand twitches, almost as if he’d wanted to reach over and grab your hand, but thought better of it before it could happen. “i gotta ask, did you finish your degree?” the way he asks is so hopeful, and you immediately know how much he wants the answer to be yes. he’s thinking, if i couldn’t finish, please tell me at least one of us could. that one of us poor and foolish hunter kids who thought we could escape managed to long enough to finish a degree, prove that we could make something of ourselves in the normal world. it would be so nice to see that, if it couldn’t be me, it could be somebody, it could be you.

his face falls a little when he registers the sad smile on your face. your expression is more than enough of an answer, and the fact that he wanted so badly for you to have made it makes your heart break a little, for both him and you. we deserved better, you think.

“just about the same thing happened to me,” you begin to explain, “you remember my cousin, bex?” sam nods, recalling the way the two of you acted like siblings the few times he met her, how much you liked alike when you smiled, already sad for what he suspects he might hear. “she died a few weeks after jess. she and i both grew up hunting, and we both thought we got out of it, at least for a little while. we almost lasted all four years … i didn’t think there was anything weird with her death, but … my dad showed me proof of just that at her funeral, convinced me to come back to hunting with him. she was– she was hiding something, and, honestly i’m still not sure what happened. progress on her case has been slow. real slow, so we’ve been working on others in the meantime. keeping busy, you know.”

“oh, i know,” sam sighs, and you completely believe him. you wonder for a moment what bigger things he’s digging into before deciding it’s best if the two of you stick to what’s in front of you. if you go too deep, having each other, a new kind of steady presence from better times, might start feeling too unreal again.

you want to preserve this delicate balance, where sam is still stanford sam and you’re still stanford you, but now there’s just a deeper understanding of each other. a knowing of what it’s like to grow up with a hunter for a father, to want to get away from it all, to want a sense of normalcy, and to want to learn and become something more and say “screw you!” to all of the expections. and on top of that, knowing how it feels to get so close to the finish line, only to have it ripped out of your hands like you’re a child who’s parents think they’ve had too much candy. only it’s far worse than a half eaten lollipop in the trash because people that you love died, and it was all so much more than just chasing after a momentary sugar high.

“i’m sorry about bex,” sam says, this time actually reaching out and placing his hand on yours for a moment. his voice is as full of empathy and sincerity as ever. “she was amazing the few times i met her. i could see how close you two were.”

“thanks, sam.” you give him a small smile because those words feel so much better coming from him than just about anyone else. with that, the air seems to settle a little, and it’s far more bearable. you’ve still got a hundred and one questions to ask and a hundred and one more things to say to each other, but to find out you have this near-exact shared experience is like having so much of the weight of loneliness lifted from your chest. and it all feels even better because you know sam. you know him already.

sure, there’s a whole lot you missed before, but you don’t doubt for a second that the sam sitting in front of you is as kind, funny, smart, witty, sincere, adorably awkward, and good as the sam you met and came to know at stanford. in fact, knowing he grew up the way he did just reaffirms his goodness to you. it’s not easy to live like that and continue choosing to be kind and well-meaning and true to yourself. then there’s this feeling of admiration for sam, just blooming in your chest and you hold back a wide grin because the timing’s not quite right. you still can’t shake the urge to hug him.

“well,” you smile casually, if not a little rueful as you say your next words, “i think our dads will go all hunter-dad-crazy on us if we keep playing catch up. i’ll give you a run down of everything i’ve got, then we can do what dropouts from the west coast’s most prestigious school’s do best; research.”

sam’s smile matches your own, and it’s achingly familiar. “well, we can’t have those asses ruin our not-quite-stanford-alumni reuinion. let’s get to work. we can pretend it’s like the good old days, spring freshman year, all of us cramming for the way-er exam at the back of the library and getting shushed by the librarians. we can pretend john and rick are the librarians.”

for the first time in a long time, you let out a loud laugh, surprised and pulled right out of you without warning. he smiles wide at the sound and finally, without restraint, you grin back. god, you missed him.

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that-tom-allen · 1 month

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Hello, Tom Allen!

I am keeping my husband locked in a CB6000s for some days in the last year.

He and I are trying to make him cum in his cage without sucess.

Is it really possible to acchieve this goal?

May you provide some suggestions? With and without pegging?

Thank you!!!

🔐 First, I think that it is great to see a wife who has found enjoyment with this, and one who also tries to push some limits on her husband.

That said, remember that cages are meant to prevent men from having orgasms through direct stimulation of their penis. For most men, direct stimulation is the only path to orgasm that they have ever known, so being able to develop new pathways may not be easy, or even successful.

However, since the idea of not needing direct stimulation is so exciting, not to mention that it's fun to make one's partner have an orgasm, most couples that practice locking their man will make an effort to have him orgasm in his cage.

There are a few ways to approach this. The first one on most people's list is pegging. Since @mrs--edge does not indulge (her philosophy is that I am locked up for her pleasure, and not to indulge my own), I will point you to a website on the topic. Note that prostate orgasms take a lot of practice

The next thing to try is using a vibrator on (and around!) the cage. We have a Hitachi Magic Wand which neither of us cares for; while it is powerful and will lead to an orgasm, I found that generally even the slow speed is too buzzy for me, and an orgasm does not feel very good. However, that's me. A lot of guys really enjoy it, and the orgasm in the cage will certainly "take the edge off" his horniness.

For a lot of guys, though, the default method involves shaking and manipulating the cage. This works for some men because, even though it is not direct stimulation, the pressure and movements stimulate enough nerves inside their bodies. This may not work consistently, and you may need to try it for several weeks before it will work, but it would probably be fun trying.

And that leads me to where my wife and I are on the list.

My wife and I have sex frequently, although as I am always locked, I wear a strapon harness and a Vixskin Ranger for her (the practice of called #foxing). Because our sex is kind of hot, and we tend to make each other more excited with some dirty talk, a lot of moaning, and some scratching and biting, I become very close to having an orgasm just from the mental and emotional connection we make. However, sometimes the pressure of my cage pushing against her ass is very rhythmic, and triggers something inside me, and an orgasm will start to build. I have to let her know that I'm getting close, and ask permission to come. When she decides that I should have one, I find that I'm pushing against her pretty hard, which must be moving things around inside me. A man's erection extends several inches inside his body, and I'm sure that the muscles and connective tissue being moved around is what triggers an orgasm for me.

Note that when we were first doing this, those orgasms barely counted. They felt ruined, and often left me feeling incomplete. It took several years of not having any other type of release until they became powerful, pleasurable, and very intense. You may not get to this stage, but I often joke that my brain has been "rewired" to enjoy coming this way, because they are definitely as good as how I remember orgasms in the old days. Of course, I am only allowed to have them very infrequently, so...

#chastity question

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 1 year

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Note: requested by a lovely anon!

Warnings: 18+!!!! smut.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You finally decided to work towards your summer body goals, for next year's summer at least, and you found yourself a personal trainer, who happened to be the hottest guy you had ever seen.

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'Already complaining, doll?'

'Okay, don't be a wuss,' you muttered to yourself, looking at the gym sign in front of you, 'you got this. You want this. You want that body!'

You pushed the door open, stepped inside the large gym, and… you freaked out. It was crowded and loud, packed with hoards of gym bros, who you couldn't stand, and you envied every lady who had that killer body you longed for. It's not that you didn't look good, your body was perfectly fine, but we all have our insecurities. You had just booked a girls trip to Aruba for next year, and you wanted to be carefree in your bikini for once. Working out in a public gym freaked you out, you were too insecure, too shy and too inexperienced to be comfortable in a place like that. So after the trip was booked, you got yourself an intake with a personal trainer

You hurried past the sweaty, muscular men and women, up the stairs, where the private gyms were located. You actually had no idea who your personal trainer was, you just randomly clicked a name on the website and booked a meeting. And because your decision had been so impulsive, you didn't even know if your trainer was a man or a woman, and you panicked again as you climbed up the stairs. You walked up to the door number you had received in your confirmation email, and you desperately hoped your trainer would be a woman, or a really old guy. But the latter was wishful thinking, because why would a really old man be a personal trainer? You sat down and scrolled through your pinterest feed, looking at all those Aruba aesthetics, and you lost yourself in a daydream.

'Miss?' a soft, low voice called out to you.

But you were far away, dreaming of palm trees and those cocktails with the little umbrellas in it. Suddenly a pair of sneakers appeared in your view as you looked down at your phone, startling you, and you looked up.

'Miss?' the voice said again, and you locked eyes with the bearer.

You gasped softly at the insanely good looking, no, the just plain hot and sexy man who towered over you.

'Got me a little daydreamer here, huh?' the man smiled and hid one of his mismatched eyes with a quick wink.

Your cheeks heated up and you felt your limbs tremble out of nowhere, while your mouth went dry. You stared at the god-like man as if you were a deer caught in headlights, which clearly amused him as a half smile settled on his beautiful, sharp face. Beside his mismatched eyes, the man had a goatee, his shoulder length hair braided on top, tied in a small ponytail at the back, while the sides were recently shaved. He looked friendly yet dangerously attractive, with a tattoo on his neck up to the side of his head, a scar on his forehead and one on his cheek, while his arms were the perfect amount of toned, and his white shirt highlighted his muscular torso hidden underneath.

'I'm Sihtric,' he said, holding his hand out, 'I believe we have an appointment?'

You forced yourself to take his hand, and the firm handshake Sihtric gave you, while he repeated your name back to you, made you almost temporarily blind.

'I, uh,' you stammered, 'yes.'

'Come on in,' Sihtric smiled and held the door open for you.

You got up on your shaky knees, and you have no idea how you managed to walk inside the office that was part of his private gym, but you were glad you made it and sat down again. Sihtric immediately thought you were cute and had checked you out as you walked past him, before he offered you a drink. You emptied the glass of water before Sihtric could even sit down, and he raised an eyebrow when he leaned back and saw your already empty glass.

'Would you like another?' he chuckled.

'No, thank you,' you nearly wheezed.

'Okay,' Sihtric said, and he grabbed a pen to fidget with as he spoke, 'so, I need to know your goals and motives before I can decide if I will take you on as a client, or if you'd be better off with another trainer. You okay if I ask you some stuff?'

You nodded and reminded yourself to blink, before he'd notice you were straight up staring at him.

'Alright,' he smiled, licked his lips and opened his laptop. He pulled open a drawer and took out some reading glasses, which he put on while opening a document on his screen.

'So, why are you here? What is your goal?' he asked, looking at his laptop.

'Uh, well,' you swallowed hard, he looked even hotter with those glasses on, 'I… n-next year I have a trip booked, in the summer, and I just… for once, you know, want to… to look good,' you shrugged shyly.

Sihtric looked back at you, lowered his head slightly, frowned, and met your eyes as he looked over the rims of his glasses.

'Look good?' he shook his head lightly, 'lady, you're looking good as you are.'

'I- in a bikini, I mean,' you added, sweating, wishing you were in a bikini at a pool right now just so you could cool off.

His eyes quickly looked you up and down, and he tilted his head as he suddenly looked somewhat concerned.

'Tell me you are not here because your partner told you so,' he said, 'because then I'd like an appointment with whoever that is too.'

'Oh, no, no,' you said with big eyes, 'no, I'm… I'm single. I just… I'm doing this for me.'

'Okay, good,' Sihtric approved and pushed his glasses up his nose, 'then your wish is my command, lady,' he grinned, looked back at his laptop and started typing, 'so you want a so-called summer body then?'

'Yeah, I guess,' you chuckled, and Sihtric gave you a quick smile.

'So, what exactly do you want to work on? Do you just want toned arms? Or do you wish to get some abs or some serious leg muscles to show off?'

'Mainly my arms and abs, yeah,' you said.

'Mhm,' Sihtric hummed, then took off his glasses and looked at you as he leaned back in his chair, 'now, you need to understand that you can work out all you want, but it's more than that,' he said, 'it's also about your entire lifestyle. You have to eat healthy, get those proteins, you know? But also your mindset needs to be good. If you're not feeling it, your body will know. Everything is connected. You have to take good care of yourself. Eat well, sleep well, and train well. I can help you reach your goal, no problem,' he shrugged, 'but you gotta work for it. And I need to know if you're up for that. And I mean really be up for that, because if you decide after a few weeks that it's too intense, and the changes it requires in your daily life are too drastic, then please, do not waste my time. And just because you're cute,' he smirked, 'doesn't mean I'll go easy on you. In fact,' Sihtric leaned in over his desk, 'that makes me want to wear you out even more, and use up everything you got for me with each session.'

You stared at him, not remembering the last time you blinked, and you watched Sihtric lean back again.

'So, are you up for that?' he smiled.

'Yeah, I- I understand,' you said softly, 'I'm up for that.'

'Great,' Sihtric said, 'I'll need you to email me a schedule of your daily routine as soon as possible. I need to know what you eat throughout the day and how much you move around, so I can make a training schedule that fits you personally.'

'Okay.'

'I'll send you a standard list of the things I'll need to know now,' he said and clicked a few times on his mousepad, and a moment later your phone buzzed.

'Got it,' you smiled as you looked at your screen.

'Good,' Sihtric said, 'based on your reply, I'll set up the next meeting and then we can start. Any questions?'

'Eh, no,' you said, 'all clear.'

After you had finally recovered from, and accepted that, your personal trainer was a complete babe who wasn't planning on going easy on you, you replied to his email. You told him about your diet, workout history, which was basically nonexistent, and he needed to know if you had any previous injuries he had to take in consideration.

After about an hour you received a reply back, and your next appointment was already in a few days. Sihtric also included his number in the last email, and said you could text him during working hours if it was important, because he'd reply faster through texts than through email. You added his number and hesitantly texted him with your name, cursing yourself for being nervous to text a work number. But as it was already late at night, you didn't expect a reply, so you hit the send button and forgot about it. But when your phone buzzed only a minute later, your heart skipped a beat.

Sihtric: I told you to sleep well, yet here you are, saving my number late at night ;)

'Holy shit,' you mumbled, staring at your phone, 'fuck. Fuck! Why is he even answering?' You gathered all your courage and replied to him.

You: I thought you would only respond during working hours, yet here you are, also not sleeping well it seems ;)

You threw your phone on your bed and nearly screamed when it buzzed again, only seconds later.

Sihtric: fair play lady

Sihtric: just because I advise someone to sleep well, doesn't mean that I sleep well myself ;)

You: you'd sleep a whole lot better if you'd go to bed ;)

Sihtric: oh but I am in bed already ;)

You wondered if he was trying to lure you into something here.

You: well, so am I ;)

You: but then I will no longer bother you :) sorry if I did, I thought you'd have your work phone switched off actually

Sihtric: you're not a bother, doll

Sihtric: and I don't have a work phone, this is just my private number. All my clients have it

You: I see… and here I thought I was special :(

Sihtric: if it makes you feel any better…

Sihtric: you're definitely my prettiest client :)

You: you flirt with all your clients on here???

Sihtric: oh, for sure. The retired folks who I train with are simply irresistible ;)

You: oh and you're funny too, I see…

Sihtric: very much so ;) and I'll see you in a few days, pretty lady.

You were nervous once again when you walked into Sihtric's private gym. Not just because you knew it was going to be rough, but also because Sihtric looked even hotter than last time you had seen him. His hair was braided again, he was wearing a black sleeveless shirt and red sweatpants. While you were wearing an old shirt that hung loosely around your body, covering up your sports bra, combined with black gym shorts and comfy sneakers.

Sihtric had greeted you with a warm smile and wasted no time getting to work.

'You ever used dumbbells before?'

'No,' you smiled sheepishly, 'sorry.'

'No worries,' Sihtric said, 'here, try these.'

He handed you one of the lighter pairs, then grabbed one dumbbell to use himself, a much heavier one, and showed you how to do a bicep curl. But you barely understood him as your eyes were fixated on his flexing muscles.

'Like that, okay? You try it,' he said, 'three sets. One set consists of fifteen repeats.'

'Wait… fifteen?' you grimaced and Sihtric stared at you.

'Already complaining, doll?'

'N-no,' you chuckled.

'Thought so,' he smirked, resting his hands on his hips as he stood back, 'alright, entertain me now.'

You were already sweating before you even lifted one dumbbell, and you just had no idea how you were supposed to decently work out in front of Sihtric. He was way too good looking, way too sexy, and way too cheeky for his own good.

'No,' Sihtric shook his head as you tried to perform your first bicep curl, 'you're not holding it right, love,' he said and stepped closer, 'that way you're going to pull a muscle.'

He took your hand, guiding your fingers in the right position, and you swooned at the small lines tattooed on his fingers. Then he held your elbow with one hand, as he brought your hand up while holding the weight, teaching you the correct posture and movement of the exercise.

'Better that way?' he asked.

'Yeah,' you chuckled, 'thanks.'

You managed to get through the first set rather fine, the second set was a bit of a struggle, and when you reached the third set, you thought your arms would fall off. Sihtric stood back, clearly enjoying your struggle as he bit down on his lip with a smile. When you just barely finished the third set, Sihtric told you to put the dumbbells down on the floor.

'Feeling your arms now?'

'It fucking burns,' you laughed, painfully and out of breath.

'Good,' Sihtric grinned, 'that means we found you the right weights. The last set always needs to be a struggle, if it's too easy, you need heavier weights.' He winked and squeezed your already sore arm. 'Gotta put those muscles to work, lady,' he smiled.

After you did some more dumbbell exercises, it was time for sit ups. You were glad you could give your arms some rest and you sat down. But when Sihtric sat down in front of you, leaning in, holding your feet down to the floor as he told you to do as many sit ups as you could, you wished you were lifting weights again. He stared into your eyes each time you sat up, and each time it felt as if all the air in your lungs was punched right out at the sight of his mismatched eyes.

You had no idea how many sit ups you had done, it felt like fifty, but Sihtric said you only did fifteen.

'Come on, give me five more, doll,' he smirked, 'you gotta work for me.'

With a heavy and pathetic groan, you completed twenty sit ups, and you laid down on the floor, exhausted.

'God, I'm fucking boiling,' you huffed.

'I bet. You'd feel a whole lot better if you took off that shirt,' Sihtric said, slightly leaning over you as he still held your feet pinned to the floor.

You stared up at him, his smirk made your cheeks heat up even more, but you knew he was right. You didn't wear a sports bra for nothing, you just didn't think you'd get so warm after only two exercises.

'Yeah, maybe,' you said, struggling to sit back up.

You tried taking off your shirt, but your arms were so sore, you hissed at the movement.

'Fuck,' you grimaced, 'nevermind. My arms hurt too much,' you chuckled.

Sihtric hummed with a smile and leaned in again. 'Need some help with that?'

'I don't know,' you said, 'I'm paying you to help me get in shape, not to help me out of my shirt,' you laughed, which was also painful, but you tried to hide it, 'and… I don't know if I'm comfortable without a shirt,' you said shyly, but desperately wanting to give your body some air to cool off.

'Oh, please,' Sihtric said, 'I don't want you to pass out here because your body gets overheated, there's nothing you have to hide from me. I've seen every body shape, we're all just human,' he said and his tattooed fingers got a hold of your shirt. He slowly pulled your shirt up, over your head, 'And besides,' he smiled, handing you your shirt, 'me taking off your shirt is included in the price, just for you though,' he winked.

You choked on your saliva and desperately reached for your water bottle as Sihtric got up.

'But if it makes you feel more comfortable,' Sihtric said as he took off his own shirt, 'I'll join you by taking something off too.'

You emptied your entire water bottle in one go at the sight of his toned chest. His abs were insane, his biceps were to die for and his whole body… the things you imagined he could do to you in bed made you feel lightheaded. In the mirror behind him you noticed he had a concerning amount of scars on his back, and you wondered what his story was. You stared at his reflection while Sihtric threw his shirt in a corner and looked down at you, eyeing you up before he crouched down next to you, when he saw you were trying to hide your body by pulling your knees up to your chest.

'Listen to me,' Sihtric spoke softly, his face so close to yours, you felt his body heat, 'you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, doll. Honestly, I don't even know why you're here,' he smiled softly, 'you look perfect as you are,' he stared into your eyes and shrugged, 'but, if you wish to make some changes, that's all your choice, and I'm here to help. But you should never feel like you have to hide yourself, and definitely not for a personal trainer, okay?'

You smiled shyly and nodded.

'Good. Now,' he licked his lips, 'I want you to get on your hands and knees for me.'

'E-excuse me?' you asked, wide-eyed.

'For the plank exercise?' Sihtric frowned innocently as he sat back. But the faintest hint of a smirk on his face told you he knew exactly what it had sounded like.

'O-oh,' you chuckled.

'Why? You thought I meant something else?' Sihtric played dumb.

'I… I don't know what you mean,' you lied, but your laugh betrayed you.

'Sure,' Sihtric smiled and hummed, 'bet you like it that way, huh?'

You gasped and laughed again. 'I can't believe this conversation,' you chuckled, 'but fine,' you got a rush of confidence, 'yeah, maybe I do like that.'

Sihtric laughed, throwing his head back as he did, and you didn't even realise you bit down on your lip as your eyes got stuck on his exposed neck, and then your eyes wandered down his body, taking in the spectacular sight in front of you.

'Hey,' Sihtric said, smiling as he looked back at you, 'it's a good exercise if you have someone to join you.'

'Yeah, well, unfortunately,' you chuckled as you finally brought your body into the position he had requested.

Sihtric's eyes took you in for a moment and he licked his lips again. Then he placed one hand on your arm and one on your back, gently pushing you down on your elbows into the plank position.

'If your session was over already…' he said, not finishing his sentence.

You looked at him as he took on the same position next to you, joining you for the exercise.

'Then what?' you asked, feeling your abs hurting already as you held yourself up.

Sihtric stared back into your eyes, biting his lip as he effortlessly held himself up.

'Then I would've made your entire body sore,' he smirked, and you collapsed down on the floor.

After you had done your last round of shadow boxing, you were simply worn out. You dragged your feet towards the sink to refill your water bottle, Sihtric following you to do the same, but just before you reached it, your legs gave out underneath you. Sihtric caught you in his arms and carefully seated you on a chair. You didn't faint, but you got close, and Sihtric held the back of your head as he forced you to drink some water.

'Did you eat what I put on the schedule for you?' he asked, handing you a dextro.

'Not all of it,' you confessed, hiding your face in your hands as you waited for the sugar rush to kick in.

Sihtric sighed and clicked his tongue, then he moved your hands away from your face and cupped your cheeks.

'Listen, I am not telling you what to do because I simply enjoy telling you what to do,' he chuckled lightly, 'I am telling you what to do, because this is what I wanted to avoid. I am not making shit up, you really have to be prepared for a workout. You really have to take care of yourself.'

'I know,' you mumbled, ashamed.

'Then act on it,' Sihtric smiled sweetly and squeezed your chin lightly with his hand, 'you okay, doll?'

'Yeah,' you smiled, 'thank you.'

'You better not pull this stunt next time, lady,' Sihtric said, 'or you'll be doing ten more sit ups for me.'

You felt sore for days after your first workout, and Sihtric had checked on you through texts a few times throughout the week. You were just as nervous for your second workout, but equally as excited to see Sihtric again. But as fate would have it, your work scheduled a sudden meeting, which clashed with your training. You only found out on the morning itself, and you nervously texted your personal trainer.

You: hey, I'm really sorry, my work planned a sudden meeting this afternoon. I have to cancel our appointment…

Sihtric: is this you trying to quit, lady?

You: I swear it's not

Sihtric: better not ;)

Sihtric: what time you off?

You: I should be home around 8 in the evening…

Sihtric asked you for your address, saying there was no way you were skipping a training, and he'd come over to your place, if you'd let him, to still do your workout as planned. You agreed, desperately wanting to see him again, and the entire day you couldn't pay attention to anything else, other than the image in your head of how good Sihtric looked shirtless. You made sure to eat enough during the day, not wanting to nearly pass out again, and you anxiously waited for Sihtric to ring your doorbell in the evening.

When you opened the door, you nearly went down to the floor already at the sight of his long, slightly messy hair. This was the first time you saw him without braids, and you cursed him for looking so good. You wondered if he knew how good he looked.

'Thought you could skip a workout?' Sihtric smiled as you let him in.

'Honestly, no,' you laughed, 'I really had to work. It wasn't planned.'

'Sure,' he chuckled, knowing you weren't backing out, he just liked to taunt you.

'You always do house visits in the evening?' you taunted back.

'Oh, yeah, all the time,' he joked.

'Bet your partner is not happy with this?' you pried as you walked him into your living room.

'No one's keeping me in check, lady,' Sihtric smiled softly and put his gym bag on the floor, 'only got myself to look after.'

'Oh,' you said, satisfied with the answer, 'good for you. Do you want a drink?'

'Yeah, sure, why not.'

Sihtric followed you into your kitchen, and he traced his fingers over your bare arms as you poured him a drink, your breath hitching upon his warm touch.

'Still sore?' he smiled.

'Barely,' you said, handing him his glass.

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed and put the glass down on the kitchen counter as he stepped closer, towering over you, 'I should go a little harder on you tonight then.'

'Oh, really?' you chuckled, 'how hard?' you asked, your heart beating out of your chest.

Sihtric licked his lips and exhaled with a chuckle.

'Harder than you could possibly take, doll,' he breathed with a half smile.

'You don't know what I can take,' you said and shrugged lightly.

You bit down on your lip and Sihtric pressed his body against yours. He leaned his hands on the counter behind you and brought his lips close to your ear.

'You think you can take me?' he asked, his lips brushing against your ear as he laughed softly, 'hm?' Sihtric smiled and looked back in your eyes, 'think you can take me whole when I fuck you hard, lady?'

'You don't know what I can take,' you said again, breathier this time.

'You think you can take me when I push you down on your hands and knees?' Sihtric whispered, staring into your eyes, 'think you can take me when I pull your hair and spank your ass?' he chuckled and hummed, then bared his teeth before he smacked his lips, 'think you can take me when I show you every corner of the bed? Or when I throw your legs over my shoulders, going so… fucking… deep… into you, that it'll almost make you blackout?'

'I can take you,' you said, chest heaving up and down, just like his.

Sihtric chuckled again and brushed his lips over your neck, before leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses. You softly moaned at the feeling, allowing your head to fall back while he kissed and licked your sensitive neck in a teasing manner.

'How does that feel?' he husked, keeping you trapped with his body.

'G-good,' you smiled, and your hands moved up in his hair.

'You want more?'

'Yes,' you sighed.

'Beg pretty, doll,' Sihtric laughed softly, grinding his hips against yours, making you feel his hard cock, 'beg for more. Beg for me.'

'Fuck,' you hissed, pulling his hair, 'please… please, give me more.'

Sihtric groaned when you pulled his hair, and he wrapped his arms around you, pressing you firmly against his body. He continued his wet kisses on your neck, down to your shoulders, pulling down the strap of your sports bra with his teeth, before he ran his tongue back up to your neck, earning a desperate moan from your lips as you grabbed the collar of his shirt.

'Tell me what you want,' Sihtric whispered in your ear, and pinched your earlobe between his lips as his hand moved up to your neck, 'tell me,' he breathed, his hand wrapping pleasantly around your throat.

'Please,' you moaned, desperately, 'please, just fuck me. Fuck me anywhere you want, any way, just… please. God,' you sighed, 'I need to be fucked by you so badly.'

'I'll fuck you sore,' he rasped, 'you'll feel every single muscle when I'm done with you. And you'll still feel me inside you for days to come. You sure you can take that?'

'Ye-yeah,' you smiled and closed your eyes as he kissed your clavicles.

He brought his lips back up to your face, and finally captured you in a heated kiss. His tongue found access into your mouth with ease, and you kissed each other until you ran out of breath.

'Where can I have my way with you?' Sihtric whispered, his heavy-lidded eyes staring down at you.

You took his hand and led him up the stairs, to your bedroom. He picked you up, threw you on your bed with ease, and climbed on top of you with a soft laugh.

'Ready to work for me?' he smiled and dragged his tongue over your neck again, before he left another bruise on your skin as he pinched your flesh between his teeth.

'Oh, fuck,' you moaned, tugging his shirt, 'please…'

'Yeah, that's it,' Sihtric husked, grabbing your chin, 'beg.'

'Please,' you whispered.

'Beg,' he said again, more firm this time.

'Please, Sihtric,' your breath hitched in your throat.

'So pretty when you beg,' he smiled and sat back, taking off his shirt, and you moaned at the sight of him.

Sihtric grabbed your ankle and pulled you to the edge of your bed, 'on the floor,' he said, and you listened.

'Give me twenty sit ups,' he said as he pinned your feet down, 'you will count, and each time you mess up, you start over, you got that?' he asked and pecked your lips.

You were as confused as you were aroused. Was he going to fuck you or was he really only here for a workout? You had no idea, but you did whatever he asked. You nodded and you started your sit ups.

'One… two…' you breathed.

'You have no idea how hard I'm going to take you tonight,' Sihtric chuckled.

'T-three… f-four…' you struggled to stay focused.

'I'm going to use you up, doll, I'm going to fuck you so good, you'll never want another cock inside you again,' he smiled as he kept his eyes locked with yours each time you sat up, and he moved one hand between your thighs, rubbing firmly against your core.

'S-ix… no, fuck,' you messed up.

'Again!' Sihtric said, and he slapped your still clothed slit hard.

'Ah, fuck!' you cried out with a smile, and you tried to collect yourself again to start over with your sit ups.

'One… two… three… four…'

'Good girl,' Sihtric chuckled as he teased you with his hand again.

'Five… six… seven…'

'Such a good girl,' he breathed, and you lost count again.

You cursed and Sihtric pulled down your shorts, along with your panties, which he flung somewhere into your room. He laid down, propped up on his elbows, and he grabbed your hips, pulling your wet pussy up to his mouth.

'Start over,' his hot breath, his facial hair and his wild, loose hair tickled you, and he held you in a firm grip as he delved his tongue between your folds.

You squirmed in his arms, desperately trying to continue another set of sit ups.

'One… two…' each count was simply a desperate moan, as his tongue and lips pleased you in a heavenly way, 'three… fuck, Sihtric, oh god, FOUR!' you screamed as you felt his heavy moan against your core. 'F-five… six…' your voice trembled as much as your entire body.

Beside being overwhelmed with pleasure, your abs were killing you. But Sihtric had warned you that he wouldn't go easy on you.

'You won't get my cock if you don't do your exercises,' he smirked and licked your juices off his lips, before he went down on you again.

You continued your sit ups, and as tears rolled down your face, from the struggle and the intense pleasure, you finally reached twenty. Sihtric gave you one more firm lick before he moved up, and wiped his mouth.

'Fuck, you taste good,' he smiled, 'now get on your hands and knees.'

Finally, you thought, and before you turned away from him, you saw Sihtric take off his sweatpants. He kneeled down next to you and, like the first time, he pushed you down on your elbows, in the plank position. Sihtric took off his underwear and kneeled in front of you, and you were confused again. You thought he was finally going to fuck you, but he wasn't. Not the way you thought at least.

'Open,' he whispered, tracing this thumb over your lips, and you listened. He slowly brought his length inside your mouth and his hands settled in your hair. 'You know this exercise,' he smiled, 'you stay in this position for one minute. And if you fail,' he chuckled and raked his fingers through your hair, 'you'll have my cock in your mouth for as long as it takes for you to complete that minute.'

You moaned softly, desperately trying to not give in and lower your body onto the floor, while Sihtric slowly fucked your mouth. You desperately struggled the last twenty seconds, but Sihtric hummed with a satisfied smile as he pulled out. You gasped for air and chuckled.

'Good girl,' he whispered and kissed your lips.

'Told you… I… I could take you,' you grinned, out of breath.

'You think I was done?' Sihtric smiled, and he picked you up again.

He threw you on your bed again and joined you. He took your legs, throwing them over his shoulders, and pushed inside you with ease. You moaned hard at the feeling of his size, and as soon as you had adjusted, Sihtric fucked you hard and deep, just like he had promised. You screamed and cried out his name, loving every second of your workout, but you also knew he didn't lie when he said you'd feel him for days after. Which was exactly what happened. He did everything he told you he would. He took you from behind, pulling your hair and spanking your ass. He showed you every corner of your bed, as he flipped you over with ease with those strong arms. And when Sihtric came, after you were fucked sore and numb already, he held you in his arms, pressing soft kisses to your skin as you tried to recover.

'Was this… also included in your price?' you asked, tiredly, but with a grin.

'This was for free,' Sihtric chuckled, 'but you'll still have to pay for your sessions at my gym,' he said and cupped your cheek with his hand, 'but if you'd like, we could do these free workouts on a regular basis too.'

'They'll always be free?' you smirked.

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed, 'only if you'll go out with me,' he said and kissed your lips.

'Only if you promise that you don't do these kinds of workouts with anyone else,' you smiled.

'I promise,' Sihtric whispered and smiled.

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drowninginredink · 6 months

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Favorite Albums: choose 9 and then tag 9 people!

For my own sanity, I didn't include musicals because I could fill up a whole other 3x3 grid with them, and comparing musicals to non-musical theater albums is weird.

Those last 4 that you definitely don't recognize are by Old Earth who you should definitely listen to if you want artsy ambient indie folk with really intricate guitar. My absolute favorite artist by far, and also the most obscure artist I listen to by far.

Electric by The Pet Shop Boys — I think this is my favorite album period. I am still pissed off that Tom Scott called it "not that great" in the old Technical Difficulties podcast. Maybe I'm biased because it was my favorite album when I was 14 and because it's where I really fell in love with the Pet Shop Boys. God I love them. So much. I'm way too excited for the new album and I worship geowayne's website where he analyzes all their songs. I probably should have put another PSB album on here, but there isn't another where I'm in love with every track. Plus honestly so many of my favorite tracks of theirs are B sides. They still release B sides with their singles, and this album cycle, the B sides are honestly better than the actual singles. Anyway electric is pure synthy electropop and I adore it in that way you can only love something you first heard at 14.

Pure Heroine by Lorde — I read a quote somewhere where Lorde said she tried to really put all of being a teenager into the album, so much so that once she became an adult, she probably wouldn't understand or like it anymore. I can definitely say that I'm not nearly as attached to it anymore now that I'm an adult, but God, it was my life when I was 13. She really did capture the unique ennui of being a teenager. I wrote a novel in eighth grade, and I wrote at least half of it to tracks from this album. Also, hot take: Royals is my least favorite track by a lot. Buzzcut Season is my favorite.

My Head is an Animal by Of Monsters and Men — God, this one was my life when I was like, 12. I fell in love with folk there, and I'm still in love nearly a decade later. Another album where I still love every track.

Strange Trails by Lord Huron — hey look, an album I actually discovered and came to love as an adult! The fact that I love Lord Huron's brand of folky horror/fantasy/western music that tell stories with characters should not surprise anyone. Also, if I had to describe my experience with schizophrenia in one song, I'd choose Meet Me in the Woods.

The Tragic Treasury by The Gothic Archies — Look. Hear me out. Is it a album based purely on A Series of Unfortunate Events? Yes. But. Is it also an album where I genuinely love every track and have genuinely been known to just throw it on shuffle? Yes. I mean I think of one lyric from this album, like, weekly. I swear it's not just ASOUE brainrot that makes me like it so much. If it'd ever gotten a vinyl release, I'd absolutely own it. I wish it had gotten one.

a low place at The Old Place by Old Earth — honestly this is probably only my favorite Old Earth album because it's the one that I was able to actually get on vinyl and being able to play that vinyl is so lovely. I mean, it's good, but so is everything by Old Earth. Then again, Less Words is my favorite single track by them and it is on this album. Look. All the Old Earth albums I've listed here are, at most, 20 minutes long. If you like ambient artsy indie folk with lyrics that are there more for the way they sound than their meaning, try one.

light shaped by Old Earth — god the lyrics to this one. Normally I don't like Old Earth for the lyrics but. "It gets old/then it's done" and "what if it's just some song that gets you home" and especially "I'm holding your arms/and you're holding my eyes/and I lie like the right thing to do" are all just so great. And so is the middle track with no lyrics.

... until they're called by Old Earth — have you ever heard an album so good that you a) just played the whole thing and danced to it in your basement nonstop for the full 12 minutes, and then b) wrote a poem about the experience? People talk about finding God, but dancing to that album was the moment I found athiesm. The beauty of us all being here for no reason, just feeling things and living and doing our best to make something beautiful out of it.

Two Torches, at a Place Where Three Roads Meet by Old Earth — I'll be honest, I don't have much to say about this one. They're just a really solid three tracks.

... Yeah okay I really like Old Earth. Don't judge me.

Thank you @cygninae and @thehistoryone for tagging me! I'll tag @ven10 (I'm surprised neither of the people who tagged me tagged you), @weirdthoughtsandideas (ditto), @70snasagay (hmmmm i wonder what you'll put), @cat-boy-tom, @thetreetzar, @buncoreclown, @notthatalex, @unfortunate-sapphic-disaster, and @roach-in-the-kitchen. No pressure, obviously!

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marvelousbuckley · 1 month

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Pardon my french!

BuckTommy Positivity Week 2024 - day two

this challenge is so fun, thank you so much @bucktommypositivityweek! and thank you @searching-for-the-moon for the inspiration

Prompt: nicknames and terms of endearment

You can read it on AO3 or down below. Every fic will be posted on AO3 as chapters of the same fic!

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“Mon chéri ?”

“No way, it’s how my ex’s mother called him.”

“Ok then, what about mon coeur ?”

“That’s how HE called me.”

“Hard no.”

Evan frowns, wrinkling his nose while he crosses a new line on his list, clipboard steady on his hand like he has been doing this his whole life. How can their friends think it’s annoying? Evan, with a focused face, his cutest than ever.

It’s been five days since the blond man discovered Tommy’s ability to speak French. The pilot knows that, if they had had the possibility to spend every minute of the week together, Evan would have not been able to talk about anything else.

To be fair, Tommy is not the kind of guy who praises himself a lot, nor he is the kind who shows off. But seeing the impact that it had on Evan, he played along the few times they saw each other, for his boyfriend’s pleasure. It started with words now and then, inserting one or two in the middle of a sentence, his smile growing bigger each time it flustered Evan. He played dumb for a while, denying doing it. After that, the next step had been to whispers secret promises in Evan’s ears every time the other man started to fall asleep on his arms, settling him for a night full of dreams, mostly heated ones.

“Je te veux pour toujours.” Was the phrase that he said the most, loving the taste of the last words on his mouth. Pour toujours. Forever. It made Evan shivers even though he didn’t know what it meant.

But now? Now Evan is looking at his list of French pet names, all serious, and Tommy cannot believe his luck. He knows how smitten he his, but he doesn’t care. Doesn’t want to hide his feelings anymore, especially since it his Evan that he loves. Evan who changed his whole world, who offered him the sweetest rom-com life he could have wished for.

Him having spend most of the night reading about French language and vocabulary is just another reason for Tommy to loves him.

Tommy’s dating life hadn’t been all bad. He had had serious partners. Not a lot, but few happy ones. Nicolas had been one of them. Three years, a house, hours and hours of movie nights, an introduction to his pals from the army. A clean break-up, more like fading away from each other really, and the need to find something else for both men.

They still called for Christmas, exchanged text for new year and birthdays. Nicolas had been proud of him when Tommy finally come out, even if it never bothered him to be with a closeted Tommy who could not assume his sexuality while on the job, Gerrard and all. Tommy went to Nicolas’ wedding a few years ago, had a great time with old acquaintances, even hooked up with some sexy guy from the other groom side of the family.

So, French was not a trauma for him. And Evan searching for something cute to call him in this language that fascinates the younger man? It is incredibly, stupidly hot.

“The website also suggested mon chou but apparently it means cabbage?” Evan lets himself fall on the couch next to Tommy and sets his head on the older man’s shoulder. The gesture is comforting, with a sense of habit that gets Tommy all smiley and giddy when he thinks about it too much. They’re accustomed to being together, but it is still a joyful feeling to truly experience it. Tommy can’t help himself but shift a little so he can kiss Evan’s head while his eyes perks at the list. Evan is halfway through it, a disappointed look on his face.

“Why is there so many options? We have sweetheart, dear, love, honey, babe… But them? I understand why it’s called the country of love.” Evan sighs and a light laugh leave Tommy’s lips, pushing him to kiss Evan’s head again. His boyfriend’s hair smells like coconut, a new shampoo that makes Tommy crazy. He always loved coconut cake, now all he wants his to devour the man he loves. One of his hands becomes adventurous, coming to play with the edge of his t-shirt, a finger brushing past it to touch Evan’s skin, caress all the way up to his ribs. He feels Evan’s body tense and then relax, leaning for more before his brain takes the controls back and he straighten himself, shooshing and pushing the adventurous hand before he turns back to Tommy who looks at him with a lazy smile.

“What?” The older man asks.

“This is serious Tommy, I need to know how you feels about mon lapin or ma biche.” Tommy’s face talks by itself, a displeased looks taking possession of his eyes.

“No way, it is not happening. You’ll not call me by an actual animal name.” His reaction has Evan chuckles and crosses another line.

“Knew it.”

Tommy rolls his eyes while Evan continues. Mon homme (“which you are”), mon bébé (“I’am a freaking adult!”), petit cul (“I’m not sure if I’m pronouncing it right”), chouchou (“Hell no”), bébou (“that’s it, I’m leaving you”). It is endearing, but it is also starting to annoy him a little. He would rather do something else, something less cute and with a less lot talking. If he thinks about gagging his boyfriend, well, it’s up to him.

After a little longer he finally moves. His hand grabs Evan’s shin and he turns the man towards him firmly. His lips come crushing Evan’s mouth and he’s happy that his boyfriend was still talking because it allows him to slip his tongue in him, kissing the younger man eagerly and with passion. A kiss that has Evan moans and drops the clipboard, his arms quickly wrapped around Tommy’s neck.

The older man deepens the kiss, grips Evan by the hips and lifts him in one motion, which pulls out a laugh from his boyfriend between their lips. Tommy smiles, his mouth still on Evan’s. He carries him all the way to the bedroom where he swings Evan on the bed. The blond moves in a hurry, letting enough room for Tommy to come lay on top of him, his mouth now really close to Evan’s ear.

“What about trésor ?” He ask, a naughty tone in his voice. It makes Evan shivers with anticipation and want, need even.

“Wha-What does it-it means?” Evan replies, as curious as he his aroused.

“Literally, it means treasure.” Tommy answers before he drops a kiss on his neck. “You could translate it to sweetheart but-” He stops again, this time taking time to kiss Evan’s jaws, a trail that goes from his ear to his shin. “I think it means more in French. It means that you are precious to me and that I want to keep you to myself for ever.” His lips finally go and ravish Evan’s mouth, pulling a deep moan out of him.

Yes, Evan thinks while Tommy’s hands start to unbuckle his pants. Trésor is fine.

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translation:

- Mon chéri : it is a kind of sweetheart but it's mainly used by old grandma with youngs ones,

- Mon cœur: my heart,

- Je te veux pour toujours : I want you for ever,

- mon lapin : rabbit,

- ma biche : doe,

- mon homme : my man,

- mon bébé : baby,

- petit cul : small ass, but affectionately. yes, we say it, a lot,

- chouchou : this one is not really translatable ???

- bébou : it's a french web reference lmao,

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medievalandfantasymelee · 2 months

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THE HOT MEDIEVAL & FANTASY MEN MELEE

QUALIFYING ROUND: 32nd Tilt

Odda the Elder, The Last Kingdom (2015-2022) VS. Ser Barristan Selmy, Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Propaganda

Odda the Elder, The Last Kingdom (2015-2022) Portrayed by: Simon Kunz

“Scarred face. Great beard. Quizzical brow. Noble, kind, wise, self-sacrificing. Grade A quality DILF.

Ser Barristan Selmy, Game of Thrones (2011-2019) Portrayed by: Ian McElhinney

“Money where your mouth is, fuck-that-old-man website. He's loyal. He's honourable. He's good with his hands. He's the best fighter in the seven kingdoms and I just think that could translate to a bedroom setting.”

Additional Propaganda Under the Cut

Additional Propaganda

For Odda the Elder:

For Ser Barristan Selmy:

#medieval hotties qualifiers #odda the elder #barristan selmy #the last kingdom #game of thrones #simon kunz #ian mcelhinney #fuck that medieval man #(that OLD medieval man!!!)

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teal-skull · 10 months

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ok but in all seriousness.. when is the independence day event and is there a way to watch it outside of finland?

The Finnish Independence Day is celebrated on the 6th of December! This year's Linnan Juhlat is a big deal, because Sauli Niinistö will be hosting them for the last time before stepping down as president. Hence this year's theme "Ajat vaihtuvat" "The times are changing"

All of the times in this answer are in the finish timezone because I'm really bad at converting them.

Yle is going to broadcast the Independence day reception between 18.50 and 22.15. The broadcast will have commentary in Finnish and in Swedish. The famous handshaking part begins at 19:00 and lasts for the first couple of hours. (yes it takes hours)

For some reason, the broadcast has been split into two parts on Yle Areena website.

The first part: 18.50-20.29

Second part: 20.40-22.15.

Here's a link to Yle's website,

, I don't think you can view it outside of Finland without a VPN, but I couldn't find anything else with a quick google search. If some one here knows where else you can stream Linnan Juhlat please tell!

EDIT: @ravensofskyhold pointed out to me that you can view it outside of Finland as well!

The way Linnan Juhlat works is that first, all the guests will queue to shake hands with the President couple. It's slow, yet each guest is visible only for a short moment. The commentators will tell the names of the quest and offer some additional information. Traditionally the veterans have started the handshaking, but this year it will not be them. Who it will be has not been revealed.

This is the juicy part because you get to see who has been invited, who trips on their dress, what they wear and who has broken the dress code. (A memorable case from last year was ballet dancer Atte Kilpinen who came in a hot pink suit, designed by Teemu Muurimäki (he also designed Käärijä's suit this year), men should wear a dark suit according to the dress code)

The quests will be politicians, diplomats, veterans, Lotta Svärds, military personnel, culture people, sportsmen, celebrities etc. This year 1700 people are invited.

After the handshaking, the guests are served food and drinks. There is also a famous punch served which is made with an old secret recipe. Later there is a ball, which begins with a waltz by the president couple. During the evening some of the guests are briefly interviewed by the media.

Funnily enough, despite being painfully long and dry, it is one of the most viewed TV-events in Finland every year. What can I say, it's a tradition.

#linnan juhlat #finland #sorry it took me long time to answer I wanted to make this information about linnan juhlat in general

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teecupangel · 1 year

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Submitted by @saberamane

I’ve spent WAAAAYYYY too long thinking about this, so I figured I’d share.

A modern day AC AU where Desmond is a bartender at a high end strip club. Altair, Ezio, and Ratonhnhaké:ton are, of course, dancers. Altair starts out as his arrogant AC1 self, he has a nice body and knows it. Ezio is, of course, flirty and loves the attention dancing gets him. He doesn’t actually need the money seeing as his family is filthy rich. Meanwhile Ratonhnhaké:ton is dancing ONLY for the money. He’s quiet but perceptive, typically steering clear of Altair as he can be quite snooty, and Ezio because his flagrant flirting makes Ratonhnhaké:ton uncomfortable.

Desmond, while an experienced bartender, is new to the establishment. And within a month of his employment all three dancers come to the same conclusion.

They need to get Desmond to agree to a date.

Now I’m thinking this evolves into a harem situation, where at first all three want to date Desmond, then are trying to out compete each other for Desmond’s affections, and in the end all 4 of them are dating each other.

Also I was thinking of a schedule for the club, lol. It’d be a mixed club, so men and woman dancers, servers, bartenders, and clientele. Mondays are men only nights, so only men are working the club and only men are allowed in. A sort of ‘gay’ night, if you will. Likewise, Wednesdays are woman only, or 'lesbian’ night. Fridays are themed, which is posted the Monday before on their website. The theme can be anything, and while clientele are encouraged to also dress in the theme, it’s not mandatory, but the workers of the club have to dress as the theme. Some examples would be like holidays, Halloween, Christmas, valentines, st Patrick’s day, etc. And then Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday are mixed crowds with the dancers allowed to do their own routines.

And I’m going to stop there, because I’ve already put too much thought into a fiction idea I probably won’t ever write due to time constraints lol.

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Addition from teecup:

I kinda like the idea that Desmond’s old bartending job is actually Bad Weather and he had to find a new one because Bad Weather got into… well… let’s just say it’s under investigation by the cops at the moment. The detective on the case was like “Don’t skip town for now, kid. Sure, you’re clean but it’ll look bad if you just leave while we’re investigating and shit” and Desmond got a job in the high end strip club because he has no other option. (And the pay was better than all the other options he had)

The owner looked super young to be the owner of a strip club but Desmond isn��t going to ask any questions at all and just goes to work in the high end strip club called “Thousand Eyes”.

And, ohohoho, he has been a bartender for a long time now so he knows when someone is attracted to him. All three of the best dancers being attracted to him?

Desmond didn’t like playing the field or even just leading someone on but her co-bartender Layla (a college student working there to pay for college) was like “No, no, this is pure entertainment gold, man. As long as you’re upfront about the whole ‘yeah, you three are thirsty for my dick’ (Layla!), you’ll be fine.” and well… Desmond didn’t really had any say about the matter in the end because Ezio goaded Altaïr and that turned into a competition between them which Ratonhnhaké:ton gets roped into. Desmond actually felt bad for Ratonhnhaké:ton until he realized that Ratonhnhaké:ton was just as competitive as the two and, really, having the attention of three hot men were too much for Desmond. He was only human and Layla was the devil on his shoulder pushing him to the dark side and yeah…

Desmond decided to milk it.

It backfired and he fell in love with all three of them instead.

Fuck.

Unorganized Notes:

Shaun is the accountant of the strip club. He comes every few weeks and always leaves slightly buzzed after hearing the latest ‘competition’ for Desmond’s hand. (Desmond is sure Shaun is living vicariously thru him… but he’s not going to say that out loud)

Layla is the main bartender for the woman only days and she’s an engineering student. She has a girlfriend named Deanna who likes to come to the club and watch her girlfriend get flirted with by other people. Desmond likes to joke it’s a voyeur thing, Layla keeps telling him that he’s not using the right word.

Clay is also a bartender and is in charge of the website and social media accounts of the strip club. On the side, he has a discord server where he talks about the shenanigans the three go to just to catch Desmond’s attention and people in his discord (which pretty much includes the regulars and some of the employees except the three idiots and the object of their affection) love it. He’s the sole reason why the strip club has an online shipping war going on and he’s milking it because of the whole ‘support your bias by coming to the club!’ posts.

Desmond has no idea who makes the ‘menu’ for private dances but he thinks they are either a genius who wishes to remain anonymous or they’re hiding their identity because they know they’re gonna get killed because some of the menu names are ‘Brotherly Love’ for requesting Malik and Kadar at the same time, ‘Trust Fund Babes’ for requesting Arno and Ezio together, and, Desmond’s favorite that he will never say out loud, ‘Repressed Catholic Special (10% off if you show your rosary)’ that is actually just Altaïr but he gets to order the customer around for the entire time.

Lots of customers want Evie to step on them (of all genders).

I feel like Jacob’s gonna have the most elaborate Magic Mike numbers for some reason.

Shao Jun has the most acrobatic set pieces and hers usually get a lot of applause because she’s a really great dancer.

Ezio’s family knows he’s a stripper and they just… let him do whatever he wants. The one time Claudia shows up in the club, Ezio actually messes his dance because “Jesus Fuck, that’s my sister!” and Claudia is like “Noooo, eeewwww, that’s my brother!”. She would sometimes show up when she knows Ezio won’t be dancing. To be sure, she always texts Ezio: “any chance I’ll see your ugly ass tonight?” and Ezio would always text back “Claudia! Stop texting me like this! People will get the wrong idea!” then text a few seconds later “No. Have fun. Make sure to tip well.”

Nikolai is the main bouncer. Cross is also a bouncer but he can get a bit too violent at times so he’s only allowed to work if Nikolai, his uncle, works with him.

Arbaaz is the father of Jayadeep who is also a stripper in the club. Arbaaz does not know about his son’s ‘part-time job’.

You know in some cabaret clubs, they actually have a wall of “top ‘employees’ of the month” and it’s ranking the top 10 for that month and I kinda think Reda would do the same because he knows many of his employees are competitive idiots.

The usual top one is Bayek, hands down. He goes to stage, people start throwing money.

… Is it too much if the ‘menu’ name for Alexios and Kassandra is ‘I Would Like One Bisexual Awakening’?

Eivor’s the only stripper that dances for both women only and men only days.

The Borgias are regulars. They tip well but they’re very handsy. They all favor Ezio.

… It would be funny if Abbas was in the corner, shades on, with a cap and being totally weird and out of place. Desmond sees him the first time and asks Clay if they should be worried about that dude in the corner. Clay goes “Naaahh, he’s harmless. I mean, he’s a weirdo that gets off getting ignored by Altaïr during his stage time but… harmless.”

You know what, all Templars are regulars and they favor the Assassin that killed them in canon (oh god, should… should we include Vidic thirsting over Desmond???)

Sidenote: I feel you. With the upcoming August megaposting this year, I’m scrambling just to prepare for the fics I wanna write for that month and there’s soooo many good ideas I have and ones I get from you guys XD Anyway, this is the best we can offer each other and to anyone who reads and enjoy this. :)

#submission #i couldn’t stop laughing at the repressed catholic special #dear mother i apologize i’m going to hell #no usual tags because #altdes #ezides #condes #yup this is trans!eivor

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