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thrifttrail · 11 months ago

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🎟️ ASAP Ticket Adventures ✈️

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digitalmarketing002000 · 1 year ago

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Embark on a visual journey with our photography and travel escapades! 🌍✨ Capturing the essence of wanderlust through breathtaking landscapes, vibrant cultures, and intimate moments. Join us as we navigate the world's wonders, one frame at a time. From sun-kissed beaches to towering cityscapes, our lens unveils the beauty of diverse destinations. Immerse yourself in the art of storytelling through striking images that transport you to distant realms. Let our feed be your passport to a kaleidoscope of experiences, inspiring your next adventure. Adventure awaits, and so does the magic of photography. 📷✈️ #WanderlustMagic #ExploreCaptureInspire"

#OutOfHome #TravelPhotography #simplyclicked

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juravin · 1 year ago

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Dreaming of Epic Adventures: The Trip That Remains a Beautiful Fantasy! ✈️🗺️😄

Dreaming of Epic Adventures: The Trip That Remains a Beautiful Fantasy! ✈️🗺️😄 Ah, the joyous moments of planning epic trips with friends, knowing deep down they might never materialize. Join me in celebrating the magical world of wanderlust and the dreams that keep us connected! 🌍✨ Me: 😄 "We're planning the most amazing trip ever! The only catch? It might just remain a glorious daydream." Inner Monologue: 💭 "Oh, the adventures we dream up, the destinations we discuss! Let's revel in the magic of wanderlust, even if the trip never takes off." 🌟🚀🗺️ As we gather with friends, maps and itineraries in hand, let's cherish the excitement, laughter, and shared dreams that come with planning our grand adventures. The journey may not always come to fruition, but the bond forged in those moments lasts forever. ❤️🌈 Remember, dear friends, it's the spirit of exploration and camaraderie that truly matters. So, let's keep dreaming, keep planning, and keep the magic of wanderlust alive, whether the trip becomes a reality or remains a cherished fantasy in our hearts! 🌟✈️😊 #EpicTripDreams #WanderlustMagic #FriendshipGoals #DreamTogether #DonJuravinWisdom ✨🌍🗺️ Read the full article

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themangolorian · 4 years ago

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Hi, can I please be added onto your "look how long this love can hold its breath" taglist?

Of course my love, added! Thanks so much for reading bb 🥰💖💜💕❤️

#wanderlustmags #taglist #lhltlchib #look how long this love can hold its breath #tag list #ask

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misfitwandersdani · 5 years ago

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While we ventured through Tiveden National Park, the trails were nicely marked. No getting lost here! Some of the trails went up and down, but most of them connected. It made it nice to hike several different trails in one day. Check out Tiveden National Park in Sweden here! https://misfitwanders.com/tiveden-national-park/ . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ . Or check out my travel blog on my page! . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ . #wandermore #ventureout @backpackinggirls_ #dametraveler #outdoortones #thedreamytravels #journeysofgirls #wanderlustmag #femaletravelbloggers #iamtb #misfitwanders @misfit_wanders (at Sweden) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8zYeA4ABF9/?igshid=1dzsnxc2vf0s7

#wandermore #ventureout #dametraveler #outdoortones #thedreamytravels #journeysofgirls #wanderlustmag #femaletravelbloggers #iamtb #misfitwanders

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berryontheroad · 3 years ago

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Lake Tekapo and Church of the Good Shepherd, New Zealand 5D3, Sigma 14mm f1.8 Ioptron SkyGuider Pro #newzealand #landscape #longexposure #southislandnz #nightsky #canon #sigma #ioptron #explorer #wanderlust #longexponz #destinationlaketekapo #czechroamers #wildernesscultures #wilderness_culture #wanderlust #wanderlustmag #nzmustdo #theglobewanderer #the_folknature #earth_visuals #earth_shotz #longexpoelite (at Lake Tekapo, New Zealand) https://www.instagram.com/p/CY8cyY5F6IJ/?utm_medium=tumblr

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yemenaris · 4 years ago

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Follow your island instinct. 🏝 You will not be let down with so many beautiful places around Cyprus to discover.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ www.yemenaris.com⁣⁣ ——————————— ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ .⁣⁣ #forbestravelguide ��#tlpicks⁣ #travelgram⁣ #travelcommunity⁣ #travelawesome⁣⁣⁣ #travelust⁣ #iamtb⁣ #wanderlustmag⁣⁣⁣ #wishiwasthere⁣ #travelblogger⁣ #travelblog ⁣⁣⁣ #travelwriter⁣ #cntraveller⁣ #lonelyplanet⁣⁣⁣ #fodorsonthego⁣ #bbctravel #matadornetwork⁣ #afarmedia⁣ #tripadvisor⁣⁣⁣ #passionpassport⁣ #culturetrip⁣ #travelphotography ⁣ #nytimestravel ⁣⁣⁣ #кипр ⁣#lonelyplanettraveller⁣⁣⁣ #welivetoexplore⁣ #iamtraveler⁣ #cyprus ⁣⁣ #cyprusisland #visitcyprus (at Serena Bay, Protaras) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDx5eegMbvF/?igshid=ldwonhi1q4mg

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djarinsbeskar · 3 years ago

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Dorne - Boxer!Din AU

A/N: I have no excuses. This is for @asta-lily who claimed she wouldn't know peace until she had this after our many 7some chats so... enjoy??? Consider this a taster of such, since I've never written something like it eheh. Idk if this will be part of the main AU, I just needed to get it out of my head. Really making use of that relaxed fit model, guys. No edits/beta, stream of thought ramblings that I'm just clicking post on. Check out The Prince of Dorne, a modern!Oberyn fic set in the same universe as the boxer!

Word Count: 1.2k

Rating: 18+ (NO Minors)

Warnings: SMUT! MFF oral sex (male receiving).

Main Masterlist | Boxer Materlist

He felt like a king.

No, even a king worshipped something, money, power, connections.

He felt like a god.

“Fuck—”

Din groaned lowly, his head falling against the plush back of the luxurious chesterfield sofa that decorated one of the private back rooms at Dorne, a casino owned by his most generous and hands on sponsor. Dual heat from two wet tongues lapped indulgently along his cock, soaking him in saliva as small noises of pleasure were mixed with the wet sounds of kissing when tongues met over his leaking tip.

Whiskey eyes, darkened to obsidian under the low lights opened enough to watch you. Pink tongue dragging between painted lips up along the swollen shaft while your eyes – sunlight beneath clouded lust – met his mischievously.

Fucking hell. You were a damned siren. His lips parted on a strained exhale as you curled your tongue beneath the head, the raven haired beauty you had seduced earlier in the evening circling her tongue furtively around the fat head.

You broke the hold you held over him with your eyes when you turned to the woman on her knees beside you. Abby – Ally? – he couldn’t remember her name. You kissed her slowly, every movement of your tongue into her mouth catching the tip of his cock that wept in pearly beads of desperate need.

One of your hands – skilled and strong from the hours you spent a day working with them – stroked him, the wet lash of your palm along his thick girth as your guest ran her hands down your neck—wet tongue disappearing into your molten mouth he was suddenly ravenous to feel on his own. She worshipped your body gently, all soft caresses and delicate grazes of slim fingers, the complete opposite to his own form of worship; devouring, consuming, defiling you with his desire. She worshipped you like one would at a temple, an altar. He worshipped you like a primal sacrifice to ancient, wrathful gods.

You released his cock just long enough to take one of hers from where she was exploring your body, wrapping her fingers back around the base of his cock to continue stroking while her other hand worked on pushing the thin straps of your dress down your shoulders. Din twitched at the sound of your mewl when the woman’s hand found the soft swell of a breast, kneading it hard as your kiss grew sloppy.

You broke it with a gasp, turning to lap at his head, dragging the tip of your tongue to gather his precum, the single contact a frisson of electricity across open water—all his nerves heightened to the combination of pleasure from both your mouths as Abby – Ally? – latched her lips to his shaft, kissing up and down it feverishly as she jerked her hand up the length.

“Fuck, baby—so good,” he moaned, the heavy crease between his brow furrowing further as the tendons in his neck strained – humming – with the tension he held in his muscles. You hummed around his tip, licking it like a damned lollipop you couldn’t get enough of before sucking the head with a dexterous swirl of your tongue.

Your dress pooled lower, just enough for the lace of the lingerie you had worn – his favourite – to be seen peeking out from the collapsed neckline. It slid down further when you turned to caress the back of your guest’s hair, raven locks passing through your fingers when she parted swollen lips from his shaft to kiss you again. But you shook your head.

“Open,” you purred.

Fucking hell, you were so hot—the way your free hand gripped her jaw in a delicate hold to encourage her lips to part, a languid kiss to her cheek—her mouth opening obediently for you to lead her down so she could engulf his sensitive head. Her eyes fluttered, your lips parted—guiding her down further, taking more of him. It was a hedonistic vision. You, guiding her head up and down on his cock – strings of saliva and drool dribbling from her lips and his cock while you murmured soft praise.

He moaned.

You mewled with a kiss to his navel at the sound—a sliver of toned muscle and tawny skin exposed from where you had unbuttoned his shirt in a rush earlier.

A flare of intoxicating arousal, a primordial pride at seeing you with another woman to pleasure him��no combative jealousy or distain present, but an equally wild desire to pleasure one another that had his mind spinning.

“Are you enjoying your birthday, baby?” you questioned as you led the woman’s head down to take in more of him, his cock stretching her lips and throat convulsing as she gagged around his size. You cooed gently, kissing her temple, and running a finger through the tears that gathered at the corner of her eyes—ruining her makeup,

“I know he’s so big… you can take a little more though, can’t you?”

She nodded with a moan, bobbing up and down his cock while he gravelled your name, his hand dropping to card through once perfectly styled hair as you sucked one of his balls – heavy and full with a need to empty inside you – into your mouth, the gentle suck and massage of your tongue over the sensitive sac making him pant, his chest heaving more than it would be even after three rounds in the ring.

“Come here, sweetheart— fuck," he snarled, a warning steel to his voice and the hand that tightened in your hair. He wanted to taste you himself, needed it—needed to regain some control.

You released his balls with a wet smack, climbing up his large frame as he bade to settle half on top of him as your mouth met his. His tongue licked into your mouth with a growl, your fingers massaging his balls in place of your mouth where it was preoccupied with the invasion of his tongue. The taste of champagne and a distinct saltiness mixed on his tongue as you gave into his domination, whimpering your desire for him into his mouth as you released him to tangle both hands in his hair.

“Good choice, baby—she’s almost as greedy for my cock as you are.”

His words were rasped teasingly against your lips, caught on a hitch when she took as much of him down her throat once more—his heavy lids falling to half mast as you watched the pleasure play out on his features,

“Almost,” you growled, and he smirked at the undercurrent of possessiveness in your tone, “but I wanna see if she’s as greedy for pussy too, baby—”

His chest exploded with a snarl of lust, pressing a hard kiss to your mouth, a blind hand roaming down your exposed back to the fabric of your dress, bunching his fingers in the material to drag it up over your ass. A swift slap to your exposed cheek before he kneaded the flesh roughly, spreading it—manipulating the softness to his will, and he grinned,

“Mm, you’re just full of good ideas today, sweetheart.”

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valhallasubstitute · 3 years ago

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I Put A Spell On You Pt.12

Werewolf!Finan x Witch!Eadith

CHAPTER TWELVE - No Good At Goodbyes

Request: Can I prompt you? Witch!Eadith works at an animal sanctuary. When a wolfdog is dropped off she realizes it’s cursed & smuggles him out to her home at a nearby caravan park to break the curse. Eadith ends up hiding Werewolf!Finan by passing him off as her absentee boyfriend til she can reunite him with his pack. Who, btw, doesn’t care for human stuff like personal space, clothing, or being parted from his new mate even when she doesn’t know she is because she’s too busy hiding them from hunters.

WARNINGS: angst, nightmares I guess???????? mentions of coma and stab wounds

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@lalamaria @brynnmclean @lauwrite1225 @meat-pie-with-sauce @star-light-child @mariec1978 @filliandkili @magravenwrites @wanderlustmags @flowers-in-your-hayr @mariaenchanted @solinarimoon @i-am-ducky @trenko-heart @taupeshop @xoxosoulshine @emilyhufflepufftlk @madrielite @wisetudentgeek @elephantsinthecloset

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a/n: epilogue will be out next monday and will be the final part

Eadith felt weightless.

It was like being submerged in ice cold water; her limbs too stiff to break above the surface.

I’m going to die…

The thought came to her with such clarity she couldn’t quite find it in herself to be scared, only tired. She was so tired. Sleep called to her with the sweetness of a mother’s lullaby, warmth slowly enveloping her as she leaned into the sound.

Eadith, it called, Eadith come back to me.

The voice reminded her of the crackle of a campfire and the gentle lull of summer rain.

She was weightless and something was keeping her warm.

Please Eadith. Please.

Okay, Eadith thought with a little annoyance. She never liked to be rushed. I’ll sleep now.

There were jaws snapping at her in the dark. Teeth so large and sharp that the sight of them made Eadith cower.

She was a child. Too small and too powerless to stop them as they snapped at her ankles and growled her fears from somewhere just out of sight.

She ran from them, stumbled, and cried. Searching…

Searching for something she couldn’t remember but it knew she had lost.

In the darkness there was nothing. nothing but her and the question of why she was alone. Her own voice called back to her, echoing as mist swirled at her feet, tripping her.

‘Because you chose to be.’

No. no!

Then light, bright as dawn. And that voice again, calling to her.

Eadith… Eadith come back to us… To me…

She wanted to but it hurt when she tried to move, her body demanding stillness until the darkness welcomed her back.

She wasn’t a child when she returned nor was she alone. She felt confused, hadn’t she always been alone?

The figure was tall and broad, with brown eyes that made her see more than what was in front of her.

She was in a room that smelled like lavender, in a bed, white sheets wrapped around her, and the figure was beside her. A book in one hand, the other was holding hers, his thumb rubbing circles on her knuckle. He was reading to her, but she couldn’t hear the words.

She couldn’t see his face but she knew he was smiling at her. She wanted to smile back.

Then there was fur beneath her fingertips.

A wolf.

But its jaws didn’t snap at her. The nose was cold and wet. It nipped at her fingers and whined.

She felt it’s sadness. It sat on her heart with the weight of the ocean.

She could feel herself drowning in it until she was sure the grief was her own.

She felt weightless again but there was no comfort.

She couldn’t reach the surface.

She called out.

To the wolf.

To the figure.

To herself.

Eadith.

Eadith, please.

Please.

Eadith jolted awake and pain burned through her body. She winced, reaching to her side but warm hands were immediately pushing her back. Gentle but firm. By touch alone Eadith knew it was Finan.

‘Easy, easy. That’s it Eadith.’ His voice was soft, gentle as summer rain. Eadith regarded him slowly as she sunk back into the white sheets. He looked tired, the bags under his eyes dark and she did not miss the way his shoulders slumped. She reached for his hand as he drew back, somehow she felt warmer when he held her.

‘How did you like your first battle?’

To laugh hurt more than Eadith could have expected ‘I swear it will be my last. From now on, I will be staying in the house.’

Finan chuckled, brushing a stray hair from Eadiths face. ‘You showed the spirit of a true warrior.’

Eadith wanted to believe him but the brave was the last thing she had felt. Reckless, drunk on magic? Maybe. Had her heart finally won in its battle against her head? Definitely.

‘Finan –‘

‘Yes?’

‘What happened?’ Finan shook his head with a sigh.

‘You shouldn’t concern yourself with that now. You’ve been out for nearly a week, you- ‘

‘Nearly a week?!’ The panic made Eadith’s head pound, a pit forming in her stomach. How much had she missed? Had the young witch survived? How did she survive?

‘Relax. Relax,’ Finan placed his hands on her shoulders, his brow creasing as he searched Eadiths face. ‘Please Eadith.’

With a deep breath Eadith did as he asked, choosing to focus on her breathing rather than the pain in her side or her panic.

‘Where would you like me to begin?’

‘From the beginning.’

Finan’s smile was small and Eadith felt the sadness rest on her heart once more.

‘You were stabbed.’ Eadith watched him wince as he spoke, as if the mere words pained him. ‘I found you once it was over, covered in blood and carried you back to the house. Brida left once she realised she couldn’t win. Half of her coven is dead, the other is scattered in the wind… Eadith I was so worried, I – you could have died.’

Eadith watched as he tried to hide the tears in his eyes.

‘I know.’

‘I sat with you every day while the coven healed you, but you had lost so much blood they weren’t sure if it would be enough. They put you in this sort of medically, magically induced coma, said that you’d wake up when you were ready. It was hard to watch.’

‘You watched me sleep?’ Eadith knew she shouldn’t tease but she found no other way to fight her own tears that threatened to spill. Finan huffed out a small laugh and Eadith found comfort in the sound.

‘I read to you too, some fairy tales I found in the hall. I thought you’d prefer that to the Bible in the bed side drawer.’

Eadith struggled to keep her laugh contained, her eyes squeezing shut as she shook. When she opened her eyes again Finan was smiling at her, and this time the light reached his eyes.

She felt warm when he looked at her, like the sun was shining and for once in her life she was actually being seen.

‘So are we going to address the elephant in the room?’

‘Would that be your stab wound or something else?’ Eadith rolled her eyes, grateful for how easy it was to slip back into normality with him.

‘No, no. That I’m willing to ignore for the promise of morphine… When were you going to tell me?’

Mates.

The word bounced around her head again and again. Did she really want the answer to that question? Yes, her heart whispered. She let the silence sit. She could see him finding the words, his lip drawn between his teeth in concentration. She scanned the room while the silence became heavy; there was a fresh jug of water by her bedside, as well as a bowl of grapes. What caught her attention was the vase filled with lavender perched on the windowsill, the patten was so intricate Eadith found herself getting lost in it.

‘I didn’t want to push you.’ Her attention snapped back to Finan. ‘I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you who you were, what you were but… you didn’t seem ready and there were bigger things at play. We were being hunted for Christ’s sake.’ He paused, running his hand across his face before sighing. ‘I didn’t want you to feel like I was trapping you, like you had no choice in the matter - because you do. I want you to be able to choose me of your own free will, not because of some werewolf arranged marriage. I want you to want this just as much as I do.’

Eadith wiped away the tears as quickly as they fell. Finan was smiling at her tentatively, searching her face.

She held his gaze, loosing herself in his eyes.

Warm and brown and wolf.

She could still run, he was giving her an out, giving her her freedom. But he was offering her a home, one she could build at her own pace. With him.

She reached forward, her hand trembling slightly as locked their fingers together.

‘I need time but I… I choose you Finan.’

Eadith couldn’t help but return Finan’s grin, nor fight the blush that painted her cheeks as he brought his lips to the back of her hand.

#tlk fanfic #tlk #finan #Eadith #finan x eadith #werewolf!finan x witch!eadith #inga writes

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badlypackedtraveller · 2 months ago

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Vineyards, medieval towns, motorbikes and the Lipiza stud farm.

#wanderlustmag #dktravellers #travel #pauseforamoment #travelstories #Slovenia

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ollypopwrites · 4 years ago

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face with din?? 👀 👁 👄 👁

Send me one of these prompts and a character for a short smut blurb.

Prompt: [ face ] to cum / squirt on my muse’s face.

The Mandalorian x F!Reader

Wordcount: 369 (😏)

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY, face sitting, squirting, fingering, cum play (a little)

Being married has its perks. Seeing Din’s face disappear between your thighs is one of them.

He lays back on the cot, your cunt positioned over him as he wraps one arm around your thigh and the other snakes between you so he can pump two fingers into you while he flicks your clit with his tongue.

When your hips start moving, grinding down on his mouth he gives a muffled groan of approval and pumps his fingers harder. Looking down at him makes your whole body shudder; his hair a rumpled mess and his eyes glistening with adoration when they lock on yours above him.

Maker, he’s beautiful and you feel like you’re going to burst.

The space is small, and has nothing to grab onto to make you feel grounded so you're clawing at the metal walls and whimpering above him. You try to warn him, try to whimper out a signal that you are going to reach the peak he’s been driving you towards for a while now and the build up is gonna make it all the more satisfying.

The dam breaks, quite fucking literally, as your orgasm rolls over you and with it comes a gush of wetness as you squirt. Right onto his face. Your hips roll hard and he can only let you use his tongue for your own pleasure as he continues to pump your fingers.

When you realize, the instant after it happens, you go to apologize but he isn’t letting up and you're over sensitive and it's making your thighs shake around his head. He gives a growl, the one you know very well, and a few moments later you feel a hot splatter hit your back.

He’s coming, untouched but so very satisfied by the way you’ve fallen apart and made a mess on top of him.

You climb off, wobbly and awkward in the tiny space. Taking in how wrecked he looks, face all wet and glistening, with the rest of his that didn’t reach your back all over his stomach. “I’m so sorry I should have --”

“We’re doing that again,” he chokes out, catching his breath. “Catch your breath. I want you to do it again.”

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#the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #the mandalorian smut

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goldafterglow · 4 years ago

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the glimmer of my eye

Summary: Din Djarin, a brothel worker in a small cottage town, services a client he is extremely familiar with.

Pairing: farmer!Daddy!Jack Daniels x brothel worker!little!Din Djarin

Word Count: a little baby 1.5k+

Warnings: 18+/NC-17 ONLY, lmafdsgfjdkhgs yikes this is short little whirlwind, mlm, i will repeat this is a Man loving a Man a lot, anal, Dd/lb, barns, sex work

A/N: y’all fucking asked remember that shit Y’ALL FUCKING ASKED (also the best way to picture this au is like the cottagecore! au, except the cottage is a brothel, but if you’re not familiar then this should still be enjoyable I hope!)

Gif Credit: my love and angel @mrpascals

“Could…I see?”

His eyes swirl with tree rings, dark and charred as though he’s walked through fires just to reach this bed, reach him. The farmer smiles shyly, a bashfulness he isn’t familiar with that stings his cheek when he curls his now-swollen lip. He looks down to where the boy’s cheek is pressed to his chest, warmth he’s felt before and yet somehow never known until this moment.

“The barn?” he asks, voice soft but still in disbelief. That hadn’t been his intention when he’d started rattling off about it. It was a boring space, more of a hayloft considering how empty it was compared to the animal barn. There wasn’t much in it but hay, seed, and open space. So much space.

“Big windows,” he explains meekly, and Jack could swear his eyes are starting to shiver the way they do when he wants something, the way they do when he’s about to beg. His right hand glides up the side of the boy’s body from his hip to his jaw, the cracks of his dry thumb scratching against his stubble.

“My boy, I just don’t wanna get your hopes all up in a twist,” Jack insists. But then he looks down again and Din is batting his eyes, lashes thick and curling to the tip as they flit in the softened clementine glow of the bedside lamp. He jokes that for as much money he spends just to be with his sweet boy, he always seems to be the one getting what he wants. But he knows that’s what he’s buying, just a chance to give, a chance to make Din smile and need him as deeply as he needs Din. And it’s always been worth it.

“Alright, alright,” Jack concedes. The bright smile that spreads across his kiss-swollen lips is blinding but priceless, something Jack couldn’t fish out the cash for if he wanted to. “I’ll bring you next morning, how’s that sound?”

“Anything, Daddy,” he begs.

“I’ll show ya, baby,” he assures, leaning down until he feels the gentle knock of his worn forehead. His nose falls right into the crook of his face, a dark haven where he can feel the tips of lashes brush against his cheek. “When the sun shines right through them big windows. They wouldn’t mind if I stole ya for a morning, would they? They know I’m just over yonder, I’ll getcha back in a tick.”

Din smiles at the thought of you.

He can already hear the hefty argument - “Sweet boy, the whole morning? You’d better treat him right; that poor man adores you like no one else. You should’ve seen his big puppy eyes when he saw you that first time in the market, oh I knew he’d like you from the moment I met him. Why don’t you take a few blankets? It gets cold around this time of year and I don’t want you shivering back home to me.” There isn’t a thing you love more than when people love on your loves.

“They won’t mind,” Din whispers, the bubbled edges of a giggle tracing his words.

“I’ll make it so special for you,” Jack says enthusiastically, his mind racing as tides sweep through his mind and begin to pool. “I could feed you breakfast fresh from the farm, there ain’t nothing like them eggs still warm from the hen house. I still have some of them orange squashes, I remember you folk would just about buy me out every week. Do you still like them? I got another-”

“Thank you, Daddy,” Din interrupts.

The tide falls.

His chin juts up gently, mouth capturing his in the sweetness of berries that squirt syrup in his mouth and the lace of cotton sugar that sew between their lips, binding them. Suddenly the lamp light becomes fuzzy, the sheets feeling blurry, and through his closed eyes he can see nothing else but a boy with a throbbing heart, aching for his attention and coated in rose petal embers. He does not pull away, his mouth pressed to his in a way that feels so haphazard and mindless that he basks in it.

“I’d do anything for you.”

—

The golden boy.

He is adored; adorable. And he must know it when he looks up at the farmer with his big brown eyes, must know it when he runs his tender, calloused fingers through his soft tufts of chestnut hair like cupping clouds of fizzing sea foam. His voice drips like molasses when he speaks; Din loves it that way. Slow, smooth, pulling away in thin cords that hold everything together in tight, sturdy ribbons.

Sweet.

The boy loves hearing him talk, more than most. The farmer hadn’t believed it at first, wasn’t used to the special attention. But the first time he ever asked, said, “Will you tell me to?” all shy, Jack had seen the stars sparkle in his eyes like splintered flecks of golden flames spraying from lightning.

Still, as he runs his hand up his back and presses the tip of his cock into him, he wonders if that’s when he’d gone sweet on him.

“Feel alright, baby?” he grunts, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the column of his spine. Din has little willpower like this, cock strained from all the grinding he’d been put through on the rough denim of his Farmer’s jeans, and he gasps when Jack presses a little further.

“D-daddy,” he whines as he feels himself begin to stretch even more, feels something thick and heavy fill him up just how he likes.

“You’re doin’ so good for me, baby,” Farmer Daniel coos, sinking the thickness of him into the warmth of his body. “Take me all the way baby, I know you can. Just like that sweet boy.”

He is drowned out by whimpers and the light creaking of wood from Din’s strong fingers gripping the edge of the smooth wooden support beam where Jack had him bent over. Jack always fills him good, he thinks. Daddy always makes me feel good.

“Good boy,” Jack purrs as his hips press into the plush of Din’s ass, balls deep. He’s stretched out plenty, been stretched out so many times before, but he could swear he feels tighter this morning. Something holding him, clamping down like soft feather talons to keep him here if he has to claw at him with his last fleeting breath.

But his golden boy doesn’t need all of that, not when Farmer Daniel’s had been so taken by him from the moment he’d laid eyes on him.

The window in the barn faces the East, to the right of the world, his world. The sunlight only just creeps through, sweet slivers like bronze streamers tossed across the open space, across the caramel oak and right onto his back. Jack runs a hand up into his hair, palming his scalp as the tip of his cock presses deeper into him.

And then he looks back.

His breath catches in his throat when they lock eyes, deep pools of roasted honey that spill down his tongue and coat his throat. He looks sculpted, impossible, and the farmer’s face melts down into a vast blankness like the space between stars.

“Fuck me Daddy.”

Jack quirks a smile, leaning down and over him to press his face into his. He sometimes wonders if there was any sweetness before him, has tried to remember the eons he spent smiling at regulars at the market and making a place for himself, imprinting his face into the town. He wasn’t unhappy then, not by any means, but that only makes him confused as to what more his crashing star could’ve given him.

Bliss.

“What’s that, boy?” Jack grunts, pulling out a little only to press back in, grinding the tip of his cock until Din is on the verge of tears.

“Oh stars - please don’t tease me,” he cries as another thick bead of precum spills down the slick underside of his cock. There is a low hum, a blinding tug on his hair, and then Jack is snapping his hips into the plush of Din’s ass.

“Like this boy?” he spits as he pulls sob after sob out of him, “Yes Daddy, please Daddy, faster Daddy faster.”

“Daddy loves the way you sound when you’re full of his cock. I love the way you squeeze me boy, such a desperate little slut for Daddy.” Jack’s grin has been sent tumbling down the hill, lost in the awed parting of his lips as he drills into him over and over. He knows how rough the boy likes it now, knows that there isn’t much he won’t take to make him happy. Fuck how he loves making him happy. It shocks him how delicate he once thought he was as he stands here now, tugging his hair and pounding into him as hard as he can give it.

“Right there Daddy, fuck me right there,” he hears. Jack knows he won’t last like this, but Christ if this boy isn’t worth every second, every penny in his pocket.

“I’ve got you baby,” he assures softly, the gentle twist of his voice soothing as he fucks him merciless. “Daddy’s always got you.”

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