#wanting to post this delicious thing so badly that I can taste it

[ithaquasbbg]

Hii could I request ithawua with a sick s/o?

Hell yeah 😈 as my username suggests, I love some Ithaqua

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Ithaqua | Night Watch with a sick s/o

Pairing : Ithaqua x reader

Tw : none

Notes : meow

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|❄️| Ithaqua can be quite a mixed bag when it comes to sickness, primarily depending on how badly you’re sick and how he’s doing mentally at the time. Sometimes he can be quite calm about it, while others he can stress himself out about your health to the point of becoming sick himself.

|❄️| He’s really good at taking care of you while you’re sick, mimicking some things his mother did for him when he was young and doing them for you.

|❄️| Ithaqua will make sure you rest. He will keep you from going to your matches and even take the penalties for it if it means you’re able to recover. Hell, if he could keep you from leaving your bed until you were better, he probably would!

|❄️| His heightened amount of concern for you stems from a fear of losing another person close to him. After his mother, he is practically unable to stand the thought of losing you as well. Because of this, you’ll notice things like his hands shaking every so often and the way he doesn’t sleep in order to make sure you’re doing alright throughout the night, even if he’s relatively “calm” about you being sick. A lot of it is subconscious though, and he won’t even realize he had been that concerned about your condition until he releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding after you recover.

|❄️| He’s not necessarily the best cook in the world (Ithaqua can make edible food, but it doesn’t really taste delicious), but he will try his hardest to make some of his mothers soups for you and bring them to you so you don’t need to get out of bed.

|❄️| He is quite stubborn about asking for help, but if he does incredibly badly, he’ll swallow his pride (or lack thereof) and enlist another person in the manor to help him make the soup the next time.

|❄️| He wouldn’t want to ask for anyone’s help primarily because of his lack of trust in the others at the manor. If it was truly needed, he would ask for help, but much like how he is when it comes to cooking, he’d be incredibly reluctant to do so.

|❄️| After you recover, he’ll watch over you for a while to make sure you’re feeling alright (he watches over you constantly anyways, but now he at least has an excuse).

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You look up at Ithaqua as he holds one of his hands to your forehead, noticing a little tremor in it as he pulls away. “You’re still running a fever, (name).” He frowns and gently nudges you to lay back down, much to your displeasure. “I have matches today, Ithaqua, I can’t lay in my bed all day.”

“(Name). I’m not letting you get out of bed while you’re sick.” Ithaqua looks concerned as he looks down at you, it had been three days since you had gotten sick and you had noticed his exhaustion growing due to the fact he hadn’t slept more than an hour since then. “I’ll lay down.” You start, “but only if you promise to rest as well, you need sleep too.”

He frowns, trying to hold back a scoff at the idea of allowing himself to rest while you were sick, but eventually gets under the covers next to you, resting his head on your chest as a way to listen to your heartbeat. Not long after, you hear light snoring coming from the blonde “Ithaqua?” You nudge him, realizing he had passed out while listening to your heartbeat.

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It’s been SO long since I wrote on here but hi!!!!!!! I chose this prompt because it felt like a good way to get myself back up and running

Also, thank you so much for the support on some of my posts!!

This is INSANE 😭😭 j never thought people would like my writing so much, thank you!!!!

[bethanydelleman]

I want to advocate for "do it lazy", because I see a lot of "do it badly" posts, but I think specifically with gardening, people are told they need to do it perfectly to succeed but no, you can make a lot of food with a half-effort.

Here is my garden:

It is so full of weeds I cannot even, but, look at all these peas!

I grew those! I just put seeds in the ground and watered them a few times and half-weeded. It worked out great!

This is my currant bush (asparagus in the back). Last year I made 6 jars of jam and a cake out of them. It just basically grows on it's own now. I also grow strawberries, something that also just mostly does it own thing and I prune occasionally:

I also grow herbs and they bloom really prettily:

(this is a chive and a sage) Now serious gardeners will tell you not to let them bloom for max production, but they still taste fine and they look nice and feed bees, so I just let them do their thing.

I grow tomatoes for sauce (picture right), basil for pesto (picture left), asparagus (comes up all on it's own now), potatoes, watermelon, cucumbers, and broccoli as well.

I have both a front and backyard garden (that little strip of tomatoes and peas is the backyard) because I think growing grass is dumb. I don't start my own seedlings indoors, for a combination of pet, kid, window, and time issues, I just buy seedlings. It did take a lot of effort one year to build my garden, but now it's pretty low maintenance. I have chickens so I put their waste in the garden as fertilizer. I water if it looks really dry.

So anyway, my point is, you can grow food. You can do it without investing your whole life into it. I admire my friend's and my dad's beautiful weeded and better planned garden, but mine does work and I spend like 10% of the time they do. Do it lazy! Eat some delicious home grown food.

(I am very lucky to own a house with a yard. I have also grown gardens in apartment buildings, using pots. My chive has actually travelled with me throughout my university career, often in a pot. You can grow a little herb garden or some cherry tomatoes on a windowsill. You may also be able to access a community garden if your city has that available.)

[ysabelmystic]

“I just came from r/196” ask game

Saw another post. I think I should invite y'all to one of our longstanding traditions. Answer the questions then tag 10 (or more) people. I'll go first.

Name? Frankie

Pronouns and gender? he/they/it, transmasc

Sexuality? Lesbian

Country? USA

Top 5 fandoms? Bungou Stray Dogs, Cosmere, All for the Game, Fundiesnark (not a series but I'm too deep in it to not consider it a fandom), .....the tornado fandom? (they're my special interest)

What is your Most forbidden snack? The preserved bones at the Atlanta Bodies Exhibition. They looked so crunchy...

Would you pet a bug? If it's big enough, it is pettable.

Share a weird fact/story about yourself with the class. I like to drive around rural areas and photograph old, sometimes abandoned locations in the dead of night. I have been literally chased out of towns by foot and by car on two separate occasions. The second time this happened, "See You Again" by Miley Cyrus came up on shuffle and that's the soundtrack my friend and I tore out of town to. Also every "guy" I've dated except for my most recent ex (who has big egg energy) is a lesbian now.

What does the color blue taste like? Creme brulee

What is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? The appalachian mountains of Tennessee in the middle of summer. There's kudzu everywhere. On the backroads, there were several old, dilapidated Baptist churches barely hanging to the side of the mountain. I wonder how many of them were still in use.

What is the stupidest thing you've ever done? Short version: my friend's house almost got broken into by this dude who'd been stalking us for months while we were home alone. Instead of calling the cops, we decided to confront him with a bow and arrow (me), a hatchet, and a baseball bat (him). The plan was that if it went badly, we would simply throw his corpse into one of the many lakes in the neighborhood and let the alligators eat his remains (this was Florida). Why? Because we were afraid of having our home-alone privileges revoked. Luckily for us all, the guy fucked off and we never saw him again.

Stupidest thing you've seen/heard someone else do/say? My ex thought that Jackalopes were real. Also, a nurse I was doing rotations with apparently thought that "Witness Protection" was for Jehovah's Witnesses.

Hyperfixation song? Young Enough + Bleach by Charly Bliss

Is there any meaning behind your profile picture and/or username? Profile pic; I'm transmasc and I'm currently obsessed with TriStamp. Username; It was my fake internet name when I was like 13. I won't change it because I want my mutuals to recognize me, and because I do have a viral post associated with this name.

Dream career as a child? Doctor (funnily enough I'm now in nursing school)

Dream career as an adult? Professional Jester. Not a comedian. I just want to be some weird little guy who dresses silly and you can hire me to roast your boss at work parties.

Thoughts on cilantro? Delicious

Have you ever been banned from a location and if so, why? I honestly can't remember? Probably... but in recent memory I've mainly banned people from places.

What is your cursed food combination? Pineapple on a hotdog with grilled onions. It Slaps.

Trans rights? TRANS RIGHTS

Tagging: @rocket-mankoi @mostlymarco @atleast8courics @jazzlike39 @gemsweater72 @limbobilbo @ameliaaltare @redcrane112 @theoneofwhomisblue @twinkenjoyer @theultimatecarp and anyone else who wants to jump on

[pinkkittysaw]

CHAPTER I

- AT YOUR SERVICE, MY LADY

chapter 2 →

series master-list can be found here!

summary: au where you’re a princess and clive has been appointed as your first shield

pairing: clive rosfield x f!reader

word count: 1.1k

content: NSFW (minors and ageless blogs DNI you will be blocked!) oral (f!receiving), spit, degradation, power imbalance, slight dub-con (in the beginning), exhibitionism, dirty talk, both you and clive are adults

a/n: happy happy birthday to me!!!! i got the idea to write this last night and decided i would post it as a little treat to myself. ngl i’m addicted to princess x knight or king x maid type stories 😭

dividers by @/saradika

You don’t know what it is about your first shield that strikes you, but lately, it seems he's the only thing consuming your thoughts. Perhaps it was his handsome face, branded with a scar across his cheek. Maybe it was the broadness of his shoulders or how delicious the swell of his chest looked when on display in one of his low-cut shirts. It could be the way he wields his sword in battle, his body moving in a precise and calculated manner as he hacks and slashes. You also had to take his hips into account; the sway while he walked was simply mesmerizing.

To say there was an attraction between the two of you was definitely an understatement. Though relations between nobles and their knights were frowned upon, you couldn't help being drawn to him. What started as minor flirting back and forth developed into palpable sexual tension, so much so that one day, while he was escorting you to the dining hall, you pulled him into a side room.

The sword on his back clangs against the wall as you shove him against it. Your breath heavy as you stare up at him. His face flushes as he chokes out, "My lady." 

It's then that you decide to kiss him, melding his lips with your own. He's taken aback at first but helplessly becomes engrossed in the it, panting into your mouth. 

"I've seen how you look at me, Clive." You pause your assault on his lips.

"The way you stare at my breasts when you think I'm not looking."

He always did his utmost to respect you, but he couldn't deny the allure of your breasts while you wore a corset. So badly did he want to free them from their confines and watch them bounce as he gave you pleasure. 

He's speechless at your accusation, and knowing he can't deny it, he doesn't even try to defend himself, only being able to sputter out "Um's" and "Uh's."

"You're not in trouble, Clive."

"I want you," you whisper into his ear.

He grunts at this, throwing all caution to the wind. He lifts you up by your bum, then carefully lays you on the floor. He's ravenous as he paws at your body, his hands and mouth clinging to every inch of skin they can find. 

There's a sense of urgency now with the yanking and pulling of fabrics. The bust of your dress is tugged down as your breasts bounce free. ‘At long last’ Clive thinks to himself. He gets a hungry look in his eye as he begins to suck and mouth at your tits, groaning against the soft flesh. His hand slides up your leg and into your dress, where he then pulls down your knickers, his fingers making contact with your warm heat for the first time. He positions himself in front of your bent legs, bunching up the hem of your dress over your hips.

Slowly but surely, you spread your legs, exposing your bare self to him.

"Oh, my lady," his mouth is agape as he blatantly stares, "you're absolutely beautiful." His thick fingers prod at your entrance, gathering some of your arousal as he works his way to your clit, coating the nub and rubbing it in soft circles.

"Let me taste you, my lady. It's all that I want."

You let out a whimper, and something in Clive snaps. He pulls you closer by your hips and throws your legs over his shoulder. He plants kisses to your inner thighs, licking the skin before grazing it lightly with his teeth.

"Please," you whine, biting your lip in anticipation.

The first contact his tongue makes with your cunt makes you shudder. His tongue lays flat against you as it drags from your entrance over your folds and to your needy clit. He continues to run his tongue through your folds before giving your clit quick little pecks with his lips, all of which give you a jolt of pleasure, causing you to twitch in his hold. 

"Clive," you grumble, clearly not enjoying his teasing.

"Good things come to those who wait, my lady," He smirks. "Or was the spoiled princess never taught how to have patience?"

Before you can protest, he spits on your cunt, his finger once again making its way between your soaked folds, smearing his salvia all over your clit.

"You just can't wait, can you? It's always now, now, now with you," he mocks.

You begin to writhe against him now, silently begging him to go faster. His arm lays across your navel, preventing you from bucking your hips and taking the sweet pleasure you desire.

His ministrations on your clit pick up in intensity as he speaks once more.

"You like it messy, don’t you, my lady?"

"Who would’ve thought the sweet little princess was so filthy?"

You can't help the moan that escapes you. Your hands make their way to your tits, squeezing at them before tugging on your peaked nipples with ample fingers.

"I wonder what your people would think if they saw you like this, begging your sworn shield to eat you out on the storeroom floor like a depraved whore."

"C-Clive," you pant as you clench around nothing, a familiar heat starting to buildup in your abdomen.

"Yeah, you like that?'

"You like hearing about how filthy you are, my lady?" He smirks once more, clearly amused by the effect his words are having on you.

You were practically begging at this point, a cacophony of pleas tumbling out of your lips, wanting him to just put his mouth back on you and make better use of it instead of spewing filth.

"It’s alright, my lady. Your secret is safe with me."

"You just lay back and relax now," he leans back into your cunt gripping your thighs with his fingers. He kisses around your folds before giving kitten licks to your clit then taking it into his mouth, sucking gently.

"Fuck yes," you whine while tugging him further into your pussy by his hair.

"That’s it."

"Give in to your desire." The sound of his voice is muffled against you. 

You began to buck your hips against his face, rutting your cunt all over his nose and lips, so consumed with your own pleasure. And he let you. The way your face contorted into pleasure as you took what he gave you was enough to make any man believe in the gods. Absolute heaven.

Neither of you can find the means to care as a poor, unsuspecting maid walks in on you, stunned to see the beloved princess with her sworn shield, devouring her sopping cunt like a man starved. 

[fillinforlater]

On her paws

Male Reader x Kim Hyunjin

Length: 1618 words

Tags: pet play, kitten kink, feet kink, feet fucking, hate sex, degradation, cumming on feet, cumming on body, hate sex, always baked, punishments, cursing, chastity belt, choker are the best, daddy kink, Master, desperate_kitten!Hyunjin / Master!you

TW: lot's of feet and the usual degradation lol

Credit: @sooyadelicacies for co-writing

(A/N: just a short piece both Sooya and I wrote as a one off/connective piece in the "On her" Series. Enjoy!)

"Aeong!"

"Hyunjin! What did I tell you about posting feet pics online? I don't want others to see what belongs to me, you naughty kitten!" you growl and come storming into the house.

"Aeong?" Hyunjin meows again, this time as if to ask what you mean, and perks her head above the back of the couch she kneels on. It's one of many pieces of furniture she likes to jump and crawl on.

"Get over here now!"

You are not in the mood for games.

"You naughty girl, you filthy kitten. How dare you disobey your Master's rules, your Daddy's rules! I thought I trained you better than that…"

Hyunjin gets off of the couch and gracefully crawls to you, her huge, glowing eyes locked onto yours. You know her tricks, the ways she hopes to soften your heart, but not today. Hyunjin has crossed a line.

"Don't give me that look, kitten. Don't even think about rubbing yourself on me. You're so filthy."

Pinch her cheek when she gets too close and make her feel your anger. It's a bit petty, the way you pinch harder and pull at her face, yet Hyunjin gets the message. She tears up and her purr is but a whimper. You lean over and whisper to her.

"You're an ungrateful brat. You know how much time and energy I exhausted into saving you and your group members from the BBC shitshow?"

Without warning, you push her back so she harshly lands on her back. Then you grab her ankles and bring her feet to your nostrils and inhale like an addict.

"And now I'll take my payment. You'll be a good little kitten-whore for your Master, won't you? I will have my way with your feet and fuck them until I explode, is that clear?"

A tiny bead of salty water runs down Hyunjin's cheek as she nods. Her hands are up in the air like paws, and she squeaks when you lube her soles up with your spit.

Hyunjin is an expert in keeping herself clean and because kittens do not wear clothes, just a cute little choker, she is always ready to get used.

With one hand you massage the foot that is currently not in your mouth, with the other you rub along her slit. Hyunjin is so fucking sensitive on this part, you as her Daddy know and have to use it to punish her.

"Kitten… so sensitive, so fragile. Some things never change..." You take another whiff of her foot.

"Still smells delicious." You suck on her other gently, savoring her sole.

"Tastes delicious too. If you're a good girl, maybe I'll even fuck you. But first, how shall I punish you?"

Hyunjin does not answer. Go figure, she is a cat after all. Trying to talk to you through her eyes often ends in 'miscommunication' or rather, you doing what you know the two of you love.

"Hm, I think you deserve it in here," you think out loud while spreading her folds apart with two fingers. You can see Hyunjin's pussy twitch and suck on nothing. She wants to be stuffed badly, but you don't need to. You fuck so much pussy, so you can leave her waiting, begging with her large orbs and pouty lips.

"You want it so badly don't you kitten? You miss your Master's cock? Well, I want your feet, I need to fuck them first. My pleasure is always more important, so don't waste your time dreaming about me fucking your kitten-cunt before I cum all over your feet."

"Ang~" Hyunjin moans when you align both her feet with your crotch. Tug on your dress pants and let them fall to where they can't stop you anymore, nothing can stop you if you're quite honest. Hyunjin's defiance has you riled up, and with her feet right there, on your throbbing cock, you take what's yours.

You push forward and start to slowly thrust between her feet with your cock. The cute color on her cute toes glistens with your spit as you pump faster into the soft gap Hyunjin's soles form.

"Good, fuck," you growl and watch Hyunjin struggle to keep her paws up. "Your feet still feel nice, but it's been awhile since you've had any kind of idol training… Maybe they aren't as strong as they used to be. I'll have to test that out."

Hyunjin's forehead is covered in wrinkles. The fact that her Master doubts her abilities, her devotion to training—both for her idol-job and kitten-service—leaves her unsatisfied. She wants to prove you wrong, and she tries so by putting all her strength into her feet, creating a tight pocket for you to fuck into.

"That's a bit more like it, my little kitten. How about you try pleasuring me? Move those fucking feet."

Hyunjin mewls in disapproval, her pussy dripping wet, desperate for something to penetrate her deeply over and over again, but you snarl louder, snap her out of this defiant self-pityness

"Fucking move those feet! You're lucky I am even here right now. Your bandmates did similar things, some even worse and I still chose to deal with you first. Move your feet and get me off, what is the point of having a kitten pet if you can't do that?"

In slow pump Hyunjin starts what she has been trained for. Her tender feet create friction on your delicate skin, more blood streams to your crotch and you grow to incredible hardness. Hyunjin's feet strokes are special, but for some cursed reason you have to urge her to do it. A good, trained pet should do this on their own volitation— guess you still have a long way to go with her.

"God, why didn't you do this sooner? Fucking great. Stroke me with your kitten feet, and I might allow you to cum tonight."

Hyunjin's ears perk up. Cumming is her favorite word, she goes crazy over it. Deep instincts get triggered, which make her pumps sloppier, grippier, better, yet she seems less focused on you. It's like she is in her own world, wetting the floor with her arousal, while the arousal of her Master is an afterthought.

Your face turns from overwhelming blissfulness to annoyance at Hyunjin's absentmindedness, but real anger starts to bubble as you check your vibrating phone to see Yeojin snuck her feet into a pic as well.

"What the hell is going on with you LOONA girls?" you shout and spit on Hyunjin. "You're all defective!"

You grip her ankles more.

"I didn't tell you to space out! I can't even say 'cumming' without you turning into a brainless kitten? What good are you?"

"Meow" Hyunjin whimpers out and tries to focus back on you. Why does it always have to be such a grind, such an arduous task to make and keep them well-behaved? At least Xiaoting is showing rapid progress and Monday is still a good girl, but with all of LOONA defecting and the Miyeon debacle and—you can't even count all the betrayals, there have been too many.

Press Hyunjin's ankles from both sides, hold them steady and fuck your rage out through her feet. You have entered a different sphere, one, where orgasms don't matter. You can shoot ropes anytime and none of your stamina would drain, yet it also does not matter. The satisfaction is too little.

"Lie there and take it like a whore, kitten. That's all your worth. You don't deserve to cum today. What a fucking waste," you grumble spit on her again, straight to Hyunjin's bewildered, teary face.

White rains down on Hyunjin's upper body like snow, some of it gets stuck on her feet, and your repetitive pumps rub it all over the skin like a lotion. There are so many fun things you can do with such a kitten, but now you have to resort to a simple, really unsatisfying orgasm.

"Fuck, it can't go on like this."

You withdraw from Hyunjin's feet, then from her presence by moving to the most secluded part of your living room where a secret door awaits you behind a bookshelf. Whatever it is you get from there, it always spells either trouble or pleasure for the girls you're currently playing with.

Today, Hyunjin is in big time trouble.

"Put this on," you tell her, anger hidden behind a firm layer of dominance. "Then call off all of your schedules and plans for the next three days. You have to be straightened out."

"M-Master?" Hyunjin whimpers when she looks at the harness, chastity belt and paws with handcuffs in her hands. "I-I'm s—yes, of course."

"Good. Don't clean yourself, don't put on any clothes, don't speak a coherent sentence unless I say so. We have to start all over again."

You pull out your phone while searching for something to wear. Sweatpants and sweatshirts will do, enough with all the suits and dress pants. You're not doing business the next couple of days, though this will be a lot of work too.

Send Miyeon a short, unmistakable message, which she reads almost immediately. There is no need for her to respond as long as she arrives at your door asap.

Another message lands in the ITZY group chat, though it is only addressed to one of the members: Lia. The rest has been rather obedient, but oh God, Lia definitely needs some harsh reeducation. She is a liar and doesn't even try to get away with it.

"Things will be very different," you tell Hyunjin and close the handcuffs around her wrists. "Don't expect any mercy from me and don't—

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

[jotaromane]

Thorkell x fem! reader (smut)

hi, this his my first post on this app!! sorry in advance for the grammar errors, i'm french soooo i'm practicing writing in english,, i hope you enjoy this os about Thorkell <3 i just love this man so much

including : oral sex ; face sitting ; dirty talk ; praise kink words : 1054

Not only were you desperate for sex, but also nobody would notice that in the camp. Nobody except Thorkell. The way he looked at you when you rode your horse. The way he smirked when he noticed your legs pressing around the horse to make him move forward.This could be me, he used to think. 

Tonight was the night, you knew it when Thorkell convened you in his personal tent. He pretended that you two have some things to share about the next battle. Liar. But his lies didn’t bother you. Of course they didn’t. 

-You wanted to see me, Thorkell ? you asked innocently. 

The sexual tension was definitely there. Thorkell was barely naked, only wearing thin pants. You could admire his enormous shoulders, connected to his generous chest and abs. He truly was a giant.

-Actually, I wanted to see you tonight, he responded with a strange smile on his face.

It was a hungry smile. Oh god, you thought. He desired you so badly. You approached him, slowly, but surely. His eyes opened wide when he saw you innocently pull your tunic so he could see your breasts through the fabric.

-Fuck this, he growled by taking off the banda he always used to wear. Do you want to do this with me ? Now ? 

-Isn’t it why you wanted me to come ? 

-I wanted you to come to me, but I would add that now, (y/n), I want you to come for me. 

You couldn’t wait any longer. You barely jumped into his powerful arms, and he adjusted the grip so your cunt and his cock were meeting deliciously. Immediately, you could tell that it was huge. His lips crushed on yours, and you appreciated the kiss like it was your first. 

-Take off your clothes, he ordered. I’ll do the same. Where do you want to do it ? 

-On your bed, you responded without hesitation. 

The blankets just called the two of you. It was sweet and warm. 

-(y/n), sit on my face. You can’t imagine how many times I’ve pictured myself doing this with you… 

-Will you shut up ? you said, falsely irritated. 

With no pity for him, you took out his breath with your flesh. It was now your turn to skip a beat : Thorkell ate you like you were his last meal ever. His middle finger pushed his way into you as he caressed your clitoris with his large tongue, circling it. Your legs quickly started to shake over him, but he supported your weight easily with his arms. You could feel the pressure of his hands on your thighs. You ended up coming on his satisfied face a few seconds later. 

-That’s it, baby, he said while tasting you even better. You taste divine, just like I’ve imagined you would.

As a response, you caught his blonde hair in your hands, so you can pull them to help you push your body on his insatiable mouth. He chuckled a little but understood the assignment. 

-Will you now fuck me like your guards told me you will ? 

-What did they tell you ? he asked, while wiping his shiny mouth.

You went down from his chest so you were on the top of him. You could feel his tip waiting to slip into you.

-They told me that… You were a beginner, with no experience…

Thorkell frowned like a kid. It was nearly cute until he said : 

-When I’me done with you, I’m gonna cut their heads off, I swear. But for now, let me prove them wrong. 

Without any warning, Thorkell pushed him into you with no mercy. His hugeness made you scream. He didn’t seem to care and started to pound into you. You could tell he was in pleasure by his eyes literally devouring you. He caught your breasts in his large hands and started massaging them. 

-Fuck, you sighed. You’re so good. 

-Tell it again, he ordered.

-You’re doing it so well, Thorkell the Tall. Love your dick so much. 

Thorkell literally shivered when he heard you calling him by his nickname. He continued to fuck you until, your legs started pressing around his. 

-Gonna come, babe ? 

And before you could answer, he pushed you off him. Surprised and frustrated, you looked at him with an angry look. 

-Get on all fours, (y/n), I beg you. I’m gonna finish you this way.

With lust in your eyes, you obeyed. You felt his cock fill you again and again. In this position, he could fuck you faster and harder. Paradise. 

-Oh my God ! you said after he roughly smacked your butt. 

-Move on it, babe. I wanna see your perfect ass wiggle on my cock before I come on it. 

With tears slowly filling your eyes, you obeyed and took all the pleasure he could give you. After all, creating this story about the guards wasn’t a bad idea. Thorkell took your breasts back in his hands, and pressed them softly. It became hard for you to catch your breath and he noticed it. 

-Stop resisting me, he said. Let it go around me. 

-I just… I’m gonna… 

But you couldn't finish your sentence because your orgasm catched you like a hurricane. Your walls squeezed around Thorkell’s cock, and he let go a satisfied sigh. He slipped him out of you and started jerking himself. You wanted to help him. 

After noticed you moved to go towards him, he gently pushed you on the bed. 

-No, babe, stay like that. I'm coming on your ass, that’s what I want. 

You said nothing and felt his cum spurt on your body. You were recovering from your second orgasm. 

Gently, Thorkell took you in his arms and placed you under the heavy blanket. You could fall asleep just now, what happened just got all your energy. 

-How was it ? he asked by caressing your hair. 

-Hm…Not bad. Maybe I’ll consider meeting you again… 

Thorkell put on his animal gaze. If you two didn’t just had sex, you could tell that he was ready to eat you alive. Now. 

-What about tomorrow night ? I can’t wait to fill this pretty chatty mouth with my cock. 

hope you liked it<3 gonna post more OS soon,, i'm sorry in advance, idk how to use this app honestly :(

[beautifulpersonpeach]

BPP the ONE OK ROCK crossover you wanted finally happened! Surprised it's with Jin though cos I didn't think he'll fit their style but Falling is a good song.

What do you think?

P.S. I hope you're okay. Your voice is badly missed these days it feels like years since I saw a post from you.

***

This isn't the crossover I wanted... to be clear.

No offense to Jin. He's carried some BTS songs over the years with his belting and 'silver vocals' but his voice has always sounded a bit too nasally for my tastes. He sounds better in ballads and lower pitched pop songs generally, in my opinion. And Taka didn't actually perform on the song, so that's another thing which left a lot to be desired on this supposed 'crossover'.

Also, can't say I agree with you about Falling being a good song. To me, Falling as a song felt like the sonic equivalent of a soggy sandwich. A soggy haggis sandwich. Fresh off the press it seems like it's going to be a savoury, spicy delicious treat, at least in theory. But after only a short time passes, the 'treat' begins to look and sound more like an abomination that should've never seen the light of day. The only silver lining here is the hope that Taka and OOK got paid handsomely by HYBE for what I can only assume is a reject from OOK's 2017 album.

It's been a while since I posted on here so rather than go on a rant about how this song is yet another depressing example of how Bang PD/BigHit has been phoning it in with their music output for the guys lately, and how I hope this isn't the start of a worrying trend for what to expect in 2025, I'll just leave my commentary on Jin's album here. Y'all can fill in the gaps.

--

Thanks for checking in by the way. 💜

I've been MIA and probably won't return to regular posting until 2025 for two reasons. (1) My career and life in general has become so insane most days I don't remember Tumblr or even BTS to be honest. Case in point, I only checked out Jin's album just now to reply to your ask and usually I never miss the music releases for the guys. I'm the youngest person and only woman in my cohort to crack the level I'm at in my industry so... right now, I have no time for y'all. At least I won't until I'm more comfortable in this new role and that's going to take a few more months. (2) The discourse in k-pop spaces is pretty repetitive and there's only so many ways I can repeat myself. Nothing new has happened or will happen until spring 2025, maybe.

Your ask is the latest in my inbox, (an inbox that is impossible to parse right now - it's become that chaotic), so I figured I'd use your ask to say hi to you and to everyone who's been checking up on me the last several weeks.

I hope you're all still having fun and that you're all still, you know, sane.

I'll be on Tumblr for the next few hours to respond to quick asks if y'all send them in.

[detectivesebcas]

Promptober 2024 Day 16- Vacation (AU, Post-STEM)

Prompt: The boys go on holiday abroad somewhere new (not US or Italy).

Warnings: none

Stefano watches as Sebastian takes his first long sip of coffee, sighs deeply, and sits back in his chair.

Stefano raises an eyebrow, and Sebastian merely nods his approval and takes another sip.

“How does it compare to the coffee in Union?” Stefano ventures.

Sebastian considers for a few seconds.  “Well, this one is delicious, but more importantly it’s real, so I’m pretty sure there’s no comparison.”

Stefano laughs, because if there’s one thing Sebastian can appreciate in all of Paris, of course it’s the coffee.  He’s enjoying his own cup very much as well, and it’s the perfect ending to an exceedingly good dinner.

Sebastian takes another sip and asks, “Is there anything else on the agenda for today?”

“Maybe…” Stefano says, letting his voice trail off to lend an air of mystery to his response.  “It’s a surprise.”

They’ve already had a full day of sightseeing guided by Stefano’s highly detailed itinerary, and it has been very enjoyable to see Sebastian gazing up at the Arc de Triomphe and to stroll hand-in-hand with him along the Champs-Élysées.  They also spent half a day at the Louvre, which is somewhere Stefano would have gladly lingered for a week, but there’s just so much to see here, and Sebastian does get antsy after he’s been inside for too long.

“Is it a surprise we can see in the dark?” Sebastian asks.

“Of course,” Stefano says, setting down his coffee cup.  “They call it the City of Lights for a reason.”

“I thought it was the City of Love,” Sebastian says, nudging Stefano’s leg with his under the table.

“I think it’s that as well,” Stefano says with a smile.

They finish their coffee and pay, then head out onto the street to ask for directions to their next destination.  Stefano speaks enough French to get around, and Sebastian occasionally makes a good faith effort to interject in conversations that leaves some locals amused and others expressing obvious disdain, but so far they have managed to avoid offending anyone too badly.

The city really is beautiful when it’s all lit up at night, and Stefano marvels at the view as they walk along beside the Seine.  In some ways it reminds him of Italy, but it certainly has its own culture and energy, and he can feel the pulse of the city, the years of artistic inspiration that have built up and come to fruition here.

Without a conscious thought, he finds himself pulling out his camera and composing a shot.  The lights are reflecting off the water, and the entire scene feels dreamlike, surreal but nostalgic, like a soft memory from his childhood.  He hopes he can feel it again when he looks back on this photo.

“Now let me get one of us,” Sebastian says, pulling out his cell phone.

“Must we?”

“Absolutely,” Sebastian says.

Stefano sighs, but leans in close to Sebastian so he can take their picture.  He’s never liked being the subject of a photograph, but he likes it even less since his face was disfigured.

“I don’t know why you insist on photographing me.  There are a hundred other things you can see from here that are more worthy of being memorialized.”

“Because,” Sebastian says as he tucks his phone away, “you’re the thing I want to memorialize the most.”

Stefano considers admonishing Sebastian for his terrible taste, but instead he just shakes his head and urges Sebastian on.

“We’re almost there.”

Sebastian figures out where they’re going a few minutes later, but then, Stefano isn’t sure he was ever going to be able to keep the Eiffel Tower a surprise, especially when it’s all lit up.

“I’m not great with heights,” Sebastian says as they approach the base.

“I know,” Stefano says.  “You can hold my hand.”

“I was going to do that anyway,” Sebastian says, taking Stefano’s hand in his.

The stairs seem to go on forever, and the heat of the summer day lingers even after dark, so they are both a little sweaty and out of breath by the time they make it to the top.

Stefano closes his eye for a moment to enjoy the breeze, but Sebastian’s hand is still tightly clutching his.

“Are you alright?” Stefano asks, turning to Sebastian, who is eyeing the footing under them with suspicion.

“Yeah, I think so,” he says, “but if I fall to my death, you have to explain it to Lily.”

“Noted,” Stefano says, “but I am confident that’s not going to happen.”

“If you say so…” Sebastian replies.

They stay at the top for another ten or fifteen minutes.  Stefano takes a few photographs, and Sebastian does eventually concede that the view is pretty amazing, He even manages to give up his death grip on Stefano’s hand to wrap an arm around his waist.

“So, was it worth risking your life to come up here?” Stefano asks, only slightly sarcastic.

“Yes,” Sebastian says, turning to kiss Stefano on the forehead, “but mostly because you’re here.”

Stefano laughs.  “You’re in one of the world’s most iconic cities with one of the most spectacular views, and you’re still looking at me.”

“Yeah,” Sebastian says with no hesitation.  “I am.”

“You know, I do put a lot of time and effort into planning our vacations.”

“And I appreciate that,” Sebastian replies, “but for me the most important part is just going somewhere with you.  And maybe getting back on the ground.”

“Alright,” Stefano says with a sigh, “we can go back down.  Just let me take one more photo.”

He arranges his last shot of the city and snaps the picture before following Sebastian back toward the stairs.

When they’ve climbed down all the stairs and are on solid ground again, Sebastian pulls Stefano into his arms.

“You know, I think I do understand now why they call it the City of Lights.”

Stefano smiles into Sebastian’s shoulder.  “Are you sure it’s not the City of Love?”

Sebastian just holds him closer.

[dailysquiddo]

can I ask how Squiddo's Caine in the funny TADC AU you posted art for of today? (7/6/24)

hmm. because there is angst potential. and also because i personally have a theory that caine is a human that was just in the circus for so long he forgot. and i do love me some delicious squiddo angst.

she doesn't think she's a human. of course she isn't! she's always been here! but. but yet she wants to leave just as badly as the others do. past the cheerful front of the ringmaster, there is a scared and lonely child who wants to see the blue sky, and grass, and taste food, and do all the things the others speak of, and more than anything she wants to feel loved.

but not keeping it together is punished by the circus' broken programming. insanity and hopelessness is a death sentence.

and there is more than one reason squiddo wears those sunglasses.

[lnnlove]

You’re Hurt?

For Elriel Month 2023

Prompt #2 - Language of Love: acts of service, physical touch & words of affirmation

@elriel-month

Summary: Elain finds an injured Az and tends to him. Post ACOSF. Delicious Elriel angst!

Word Count: 2.2k

Author’s Note: This is my first time writing for Elriel so I hope you like it! I think that their love for each other has been shown mainly through gift giving (RIP) and quality time so far, so this is how I imagine it being communicated through the other love languages. I hope you enjoy! <3

A quiet thump wakes Elain from the shallow state of sleep she’d managed to accomplish after her previous sleepless night.

She sits up immediately with a startled gasp, looking around for the source of the noise. When she sees nothing in her room at the townhouse out of place, she deduces it must have come from outside.

Elain had been living in the townhouse for a few weeks now after feeling as if her constant presence was a burden at Feyre’s river manor and her inability to forget the painful memory of Solstice everytime she stepped foot in the living room, even now - months later.

She didn’t dare bring any fae lights to life for fear that the intruder would then know someone was there and she would lose her element of surprise. She thought of her strategy as she silently slipped out from her covers and grabbed the heavy candlestick from her bedside table.

Elain crept over to the balcony door on silent toes. Whatever was out there, she hoped to scare off or she would send an alarm through her mind to Feyre and Rhys and hope they got there in time to help her.

Elain crept quietly over to her door to the outside and listened for any further noise.

She heard nothing on her balcony, but something was stirring on the balcony to the room next door. Her stomach plummeted as fear and dread settled inside her gut.

Elain hurriedly made her way back across her room and into the hall, still stepping silently on her tiptoes as the twins had taught her.

She gathered her courage to open the door into the room and did a quick scan to see if anything had made it inside.

The room remained undisturbed, but the noise continued outside.

She could taste the fear on her tongue, but something pulled her to investigate further before calling for Feyre. She steeled herself and with a huff and crossed the room to the balcony door.

Elain rested her hand on the handle for a moment and gathered her remaining courage. She positioned the candlestick in her hand, ready to strike whatever she met on the other side of the door. She has killed a very dangerous male before after all, she reminded herself.

Before she changed her mind, Elain pulled the door open and charged onto the balcony ready to strike.

But what she found was the very last thing she expected.

“Azriel?” she breathed.

She could barely make out his form. Her biggest hint being the faint glow of cobalt siphon power spread over various places on his body.

“Elain?” he rasped.

He was hurt.

Badly.

“You’re hurt?” she questioned, dropping the candlestick and then to her knees beside him, hands reaching out to scan him for his injuries.

“I didn’t know you would be here.”

She tries very hard to not let those words affect her, but she still winces internally. The first words he had spoken to her in months and he was admitting that he had not intended to see her. He didn’t want to be here with her.

“You must come inside so I can help you.”

“No I can’t trouble you,” he says quietly. “I’ll just rest a moment and resume flying somewhere else.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Elain insists as she picks his heavy arm up and drapes it around her neck. His injury is too bad for him to go somewhere else. She needs to begin working on him now. She positions herself the way Madja taught her to lift a patient from the ground. She uses all of her weight as leverage in an attempt to push them both up, but he is quite heavy.

“I may need just a little help Azriel,” she exhales as she sinks back to the ground from the little height she was able to manage. “Can you stand?”

The sound of his name coming from her lips is almost enough to make him forget he’s injured in the first place. But the feeling passes through him and he returns to the present moment. He nods, answering her question and wincing as he begins to stand, his other hand instinctively coming to brace the worst wound on his abdomen.

Elain adjusts to the weight of him on her shoulders and snakes her arm around his waist to guide him inside. It’s the closest they’ve been in months. Since the very moment she’s been trying desperately every day to forget. She’s all but dragging him by the time she reaches her room.

“Sorry,” Elain apologizes as she clumsily drops him back down on the edge of her bed and moves to light candles.

“You’re living here?” Azriel manages to ask.

“Yes,” Elain answers from her place in the wash room, gathering the supplies she needs to begin fixing him up.

“I’m sorry to intrude, I didn’t know.”

“How could you know? You’ve been gone so very long,” she assures him, returning with an armful of things and setting them down beside Azriel before taking her place in front of him to begin cleaning his wounds.

Has she noticed my absence? Azriel thinks to himself.

Months. It had been months since she’d seen him. Five months since he was last present at a family dinner, and even then he’d avoided her altogether the entire evening. Three months since he’d left for this latest mission in the Dawn Court. Elain feels a nasty tugging in her gut at the thought that he’d been close enough to visit but choose not to.

“So your plan was to be here alone? Heal by yourself and then?”

“Call for someone if I needed it.”

“Ah,” Elain muses. “Well I’m sorry to have squandered your plan.”

Azriel breathes out a slight chuckle, the corners of his mouth ticking up just slightly. He loves this side of her, the one he feels so few are honored to see.

Elain roams her eyes over Azriel’s body, taking in all the damage done to him and determining where to begin. The gash on his abdomen is clearly the most emergent.

She brings her hands to the wound on his stomach and meet his eyes. Her fingers brush the bottom hem of his shirt and he gives her a curt nod to proceed. She lifts the fabric to remove it.

Elain winces at the damage done to his beautiful body once she sees the wound fully. She tries hard not to think too much about his naked torso under her fingertips or let her gaze linger on him for too long. The last thing she wants to do is make him uncomfortable with her unwanted attention.

“Lie back,” she tells him, a warm hand on his bare shoulder to direct him backward.

Azriel leans back, wincing at the motion, until his wings are spread flat on her bed and his legs are draped off the side. Elain steps between his spread legs to access his wound fully.

“I am not sure how this will feel,” she warns.

Azriel knits his brows in confusion. He’s been treated before. He knows exactly how cleaning and stitching will feel.

However, he is surprised at the feeling of Elain’s hands pressing firmly on either side the gash and can’t help his sharp inhale of breath as a white hot searing pain stretches across his abdomen. It feels almost like being wounded all over again, but after the initial pain comes an overwhelming sense of relief.

Azriel lifts his head enough to see the wound in his abdomen is neatly closed, no stitches in its place but new skin - a scar that should have taken weeks to form.

“Elain?” he questions, eyebrows knitted together. “How did you —“

“It first happened with a flowering bush,” she explains. “It was dying despite my best efforts. I had no idea what I was doing wrong. My frustration reached its peak and I had something of a meltdown while kneeling by the bush in the garden…” she paused, waiting for him to mock her. Nothing came. He was listening with the same reverie that he once had for her. How she had missed that look in his eye when it was trained on her. “I looked up and it was a living thing again. Thriving as it should have been.”

Azriel looks stunned. How scarcely that must happen. A slight blush began to spread across Elain’s cheeks at the thought that she’d surprised the Spymaster of the Night Court.

“I’ve been learning from Madja since then,” she finishes, sparing him the more detailed information of her new found ability. Mostly because she is still understanding it herself.

“Amazing,” he breathes, dropping his head back to the soft bed beneath him. “It seems I have missed much.”

Elain hums in response.

Elain places her hands into Azriel’s, tugging to return him into sitting position. She remains between his spread legs and tried to retain her composure as his hands came to rest on his knees, mere inches from her thighs. It was then, as Azriel’s head became level with her breasts, that Elain realized she was in her nightgown. She shutters slightly at the closeness of him.

Elain steels herself again and pushes Azriel’s dark hair back to get a better view of the gash slicing across the perfect skin of his forehead along his hairline. Azriel can’t help how his eyes flutter closed at her gentle touch.

She wrings out the cloth from the basin she brought in from the wash room and begins wiping the blood from his skin.

He thinks about how he doesn’t deserve such tenderness from her. Not after—

“Az?” she interrupts his thought, his nickname falling so sweetly from her lips.

“Hmm?”

“Weren’t you in the Dawn Court? Among the finest healers in Prythian?” Elain asks calmly.

She finishes her cleaning and uses the power running through her fingertips to close the cut.

“Yes.”

“Why weren’t you treated there?”

“I used my remaining energy to winnow as close as I could here and then flew the rest of the way. I wanted to be here in case…”

“In case of what?”

He doesn’t answer.

In case he died, it occurs to her.

Sensing her understanding, Azriel raises his eyes to gaze at her.

“Oh Azriel,” she exhales in a whisper, shaking her head and meeting his eyes. “I have implored Rhys to stop using you as if you are so expendable.”

“I am Elain, it is my duty as —“

“It is not! You are not replaceable! Not to m—“

This was a mistake, she remembers his words and corrects herself before she embarrasses herself further. She drops her gaze from his and returns to cleaning the dried blood from smaller scrapes around his face.

“To many people. Please tell me you don’t believe that about yourself.”

A loud silence falls between them. It’s all the answer she needs.

“You are irreplaceable Azriel. Please treat yourself as so.”

There are so many things he wishes he could say to her in this moment. But nothing he can think of feels like enough. How can he possibly express what those words coming from her sweet mouth mean to him?

On instinct, Azriel brings his hand to where Elain is cleaning a cut on his cheek and wraps it around her wrist. Before she can break away, he turns his face seeking her soft skin and places a kiss above her pulse. He feels it quicken underneath his lips.

It’s too much for her right now, he realizes, eyes closed as he inhales the comforting scent of her skin.

Elain gently removes her hand from his grasp, adverting her gaze and returning the cloth to the basin.

“Are there any other places you think need attention?” she asks, a slight panic evident in her tone.

“No,” Azriel assures her.

She brings her eyes to him and meets his gaze with a nod.

“I’ll draw you a bath then and find you something to eat in the kitchen. I’m sure you must be hungry.”

Starving, Azriel thinks to himself, meaning nothing of food.

“You can stay here tonight of course, you need to rest. I’ll make sure there is a bed made up for you.”

Azriel doesn’t bother telling Elain she doesn’t have to do any of this for him. He knows she needs something to distract her from remaining there with him. She’s not ready for this conversation yet.

Elain turns with her hands full and heads to the wash room.

He’s just not ready to see her go yet.

“Elain?” he calls out to her.

“Yes?” she turns on her heel and faces him once again.

Azriel lifts his head and brings his eyes to meet hers. They are swimming with such emotion, so many things left unsaid.

“Thank you,” Azriel speaks to her. “Not just for healing me. But for all of your kindness and the things you said too.”

And then the unthinkable happens. She smiles at him.

She smiles. He made her smile. After everything. After all this time. Azriel wants to freeze the moment forever.

“It’s all true,” she responds, wanting to affirm him one more time before turning back and heading into the wash room to fill the bath.

This is enough for now, Azriel thinks to himself as he hangs his head and the exhaustion finally sets into his bones.

Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing for him to accept her kindness and let her care for him just for tonight.

They can face the rest tomorrow.

[dinobelly]

Since I made that post about pred swallowing a knight, I’ve been having lots of other fantasy-themed scenarios buzzing in my head.

Like…

1: Swallowing a dragonling

Pred had stumbled across a weird rock on one of their travels, but they soon realize it isn’t a rock at all, but a dragon’s egg!! These are incredibly hard to come by!! They could earn so much gold selling this off!!

…that would be if it didn’t start hatching as they were thinking this…

The dragonling squawks at them, seeing them as their mother. Pred blinks, realizing this. Well… this couldn’t be a bad thing..! How badass is it to have your very own dragon?!

So.. Pred takes care of the little hatchling… or… at least tries to…

Turns out raising a dragon youngling isn’t easy!! They hardly ever stay still, their always wanting fish to eat, and they aren’t masters of their fire breath yet, so there’s no telling where those sparks are gonna fly!

…and did they mention they eat fish? ALOT of fish??

Pred finds that their little dragon is eating more than they are. How badly do they want to eat all the delicious salmon and trout they’ve caught… but their little scaly companion desires it instead of them…

Pred’s gut rumbles… they’re starving… and this little dragon is so noisy that it’s scaring away any possible forms of meat. And fish are obviously out of the question.

They’re getting impatient…

Night falls, and their little friend is finally silent as their curled up asleep. The same unfortunately can’t be said about Pred’s belly… It’s roaring like a full-grown dragon, gnawing at their insides as it threatens to start digesting itself if they don’t eat soon…

Pred’s starting to grow ravenous, as they glance over at their dragonling…

…those gorgeous shiny scales… on that plump little body… the sheer fact that they’re already growing to the size of a wolf… makes Pred absolutely delirious in hunger…

~that’s it. They can’t take it anymore.!!

Pred growls as they grab the young dragon, startling it obviously as it squirms and squawks in their arms. Pred growls, holding the creature close, licking their lips and salivating like a rabid wolf. The time is now.. as Pred shoves the dragon’s head down their throat.

Pred lets a hearty belch loose as they rub their now bulging gut, stuffed full of pesky little dragon…

He could find another egg…

2: Swallowing multiple dwarves AND their gemstones

Pred had wandered into a mining camp of several dwarves. They were doing that they did best, and that was digging for all the precious gems and stones that were sought after throughout the whole land.

The miners were very welcoming to Pred, letting them watch, and even help..! They appreciate the help of a taller one!

…and when one overheard Pred’s tummy rumble, they offered them a meal.

Now the meal itself was absolutely delicious..! Many kinds of cooked meats, including mutton, and ale to wash it down. But, even after that delicious food, Pred still has a gnawing hunger deep inside…

…they require more…

Back to work, as the dwarves continue digging, Pred watching them, waiting for a chance… they’ve always wanted to know the taste of dwarf…

Finally, they notice a single one moving away from all the other’s. Pred follows them, slipping around the corner, before snatching them up, and easily sending them down their gullet.

Their tummy pokes out slightly, wriggling as their little prey kicks and squirms. Ohh dwarves taste DELICIOUS..!!!

…they MUST have more..!!

So… sneakily, Pred continues to pick off stragglers throughout the mineshaft… one, by one, by one…

Pred’s belly is looking more like they are pregnant once they’re done… wriggling and bulging as their ‘babies’ kick and squirm…

Just as Pred is waddling out of there, their eyes catch sight of something… a minecart filled to the brim with colorful gemstones..!

Pred’s belly gurgles… They’ve heard from sources that gemstones can feel absolutely amazing in a belly. One more little snack shouldn’t hurt before they go..!

So Pred proceeds to swallow handful after handful of shiny colorful gems… as their bulbous tummy grows more and more so…

Maybe eating the whole cartful was a bit of a mistake…

Pred is immobilized, as all the gemstones and dwarves had made their stuffed stomach far too heavy to carry…

They’re stuck here until everything they’ve devoured digests…

3. Ale for days

Pred got caught up in a festival at a village, and was honestly having the time of their life! Good food, getting to meet the locals (to devour later), and of course~ Ale. LOTS of ale.

Pred has chugged so many mugs of the drink in the short time they’ve been here, and they will admit, they’re starting to feel a bit sloshed…

…speaking of slosh~ their belly has been doing just that. Every movement has stirred up their bellyful of liquid, even sometimes making them belch gasily, to which locals would compliment them for the show.

…more mugs…

…and more…

…and more…

Pred looks due for a child with this big of an ale belly..!! They’ve had sooo much to drink, they feel like they could burst any moment…

Some gassy burps make Pred worried…

“…oh my dearest stranger, you can sure handle your ale..!” a local compliments them, to which they mumble a little, drunk.

After the festival, Pred slips away into amore secluded area, where they can rest peacefully…

They feel so sick to their stomach as they waddle to a wall before sliding down.

Their completely wasted.. they sloppily rub their stomach as it bubbles and churns…

They drank far too much..

[lil-miss]

CINNAMON ROLLS!!

I’m going to do that recipe website thing where I wax poetic for a minute. But I’m going to give you the link to this recipe first and put my ramblings under the cut so that you don’t have to suffer through that.

So I have a few stories when it comes to these cinnamon rolls. The first time that I made this recipe was exactly one year ago. I was incredibly fucking upset, the recipe turned out fine, but the day before Valentine’s Day a girl, who I had feelings for her for a few months of that point and had been flirting with me that entire time completely broke my heart. But, I was fucking determined to still have a good Valentine’s Day. I was especially inspired because around this time I was reading Stone Butch Blues for the first time and one of my favorite quotes from the book is “Valentine’s Day. That’s a high femme holy day.” so I was like, fuck it, If it’s a holy day for me I deserve to feel good and not think about this bullshit. So I woke up at six in the morning, and I made myself cinnamon rolls. I put on a cute little outfit and I did my make up and took some pictures. I did everything to make myself feel better and I did feel better. I just kind of decided that I wanted to make the day about me.

The second time I made these I was also not feeling great and decided to do something nice for myself. However, this time turned out a little bit different because I fucked up the recipe and you can see the results of that on my Tumblr with the last time I posted these. They exploded. I didn’t look closely at the recipe and didn’t realize that the flour we had was King Arthur cup-for-cup flour, and not King Arthur gluten-free all-purpose flour because they used to come in a very similar bulk bag that we would buy. But if you know anything about cooking with these flours, you know that cup for cup shouldn’t be used in yeasted doughs. It says so right on the package. And while I don’t know the exact science of it at least for this recipe it made the rolls not set correctly and then fucking explode. I will say, they still tasted delicious and I ate them for breakfast for the next week. Honestly, usually, I would’ve been stressed out and even more upset from a recipe not working out so badly but I was at a point where I could not care less and I thought that it was fucking hilarious.

This time they turned out, perfect, and they still have managed to make me feel better and give me a bit of a pick me up. I don’t really know if there’s a moral to the story, I guess if there was it would be that making cinnamon rolls makes you feel better every time without fail. Or just that taking the time to do something for yourself even if it doesn’t turn out exactly the way that you want it to is worth it.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Does anybody else have that thing where you’re so damn excited about something you’ve written that you’re dying to share it immediately, even though there’s still a little bit more to write? Is it my eternally impatient Gemini nature---or are there others out there who have ever felt the same?

[hyunsuks-beanie]

This is All Yoon Jeonghan's Fault

Pairing: Jeonghan x idol! afab! reader

Content Warnings: Smut; jealous sex; hard dom Jeonghan; sadism; slight hints of masochism; fingering; cunnilingus; masturbation nipple play; bondage; use of neckties, handcuffs; whips and vibrators; edging; overstimulation; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!); use of pet names (Princess, Doll)

Word Count: 6658 words (the exact count matters, trust me)

Mellow speaks: Soooooo we're finally here and I'm screaming right now!!! This is my first ever actual collab and that too with my lovely Lemon!!! And I kid you not, this really is all Yoon Jeonghan's fault, because we're not holding back today. Also, I'm so pissed rb bc this was scheduled for 4 PM est but Dumblr ate my post up I hate it here.

Tagging: @sweethyuka @yedamology @enhacolor @axartia @hyunsuksmygod  @duolingofanaccount @zurimochi 

Oh and yeah, here's the reason why it's all Yoon Jeonghan's fault.

Go read the first half on (@shhhhhimthinking) Lemon's account first, because we wanna be menaces today *insert evil smirk*

off his pants.

“Explain yourself. Maybe if I like your excuse I’ll go easier on you.”

He trailed the cold metal of his belt buckle across your perked nipple and you shivered from the sensation.

You looked up at him with lustful eyes as you took in the man before you. You had never seen him like this before and seeing him like this now excited you to no end. Did you even want him to go easier?  No. You wanted everything he could give you. Jeonghan watched the way your beautiful eyes lit up with amusement as you seemed to be choosing your words carefully. You didn’t seem in the least bit remorseful, in fact you looked proud, almost a bit too much for his taste. 

“I wanted you to feel so jealous but not be able to do anything about it. I wanted you to want me so badly but not be able to do anything but sit in your chair just watching. I wanted to know that while he was dancing with me you were sitting there burning with desire. The desire to claim me back. I want you to want me.”

Jeonghan gazed at you as he took in all that you said. He leaned into you until his warm breath tickled your ear.

“Then you're not going to leave this bed until you are completely filled with me. Until I’ve made sure you know just how much I want you.”

He sat back up.

“No one can have what’s mine.” He said as he got off the bed and walked out of the room.

The cold air mixed with his worlds and danced across your skin sending shivers through your body. You wondered what he was doing but you didn’t have to guess for long as he walked back in with something red in his hand. You couldn’t get a clear view of it but as he walked closer it suddenly dawned on you.

“Where’d you get that?” You exclaimed. You wiggled in your restraints, trying to get a better view.

“When I couldn’t find you in your room I took something else instead.” He said casually as he laid it gently on the bed before taking off his vest and then his shirt. He picked up the switch and walked over to you with slow seductive steps. 

He held your prop above you as he let the cold tassel trail across your skin. 

“If you would’ve told me that you like things like this we could’ve gotten one sooner.” He said as he trailed the switch slowly over your clothed core that craved more attention all the way to your perked breasts.

You whimpered and squirmed as he tickled your skin with his teasing. He gave your sensitive nipple a light whip earning a breathy moan from you. But breathy wasn't the way he liked your moans, deciding to turn it into a louder whine as his lips soon got wrapped around the exact spot he had teased a moment ago, the warm feeling of his saliva on your bud making shivers run down your spine. 

Sucking on your breast just a little before pulling away, Jeonghan had wasted no time in making the leather further down your body, your right thigh being met with a delicious sound as a red mark bloomed in the whip's wake. He was barely doing anything, and yet, you couldn't help but find yourself on the edge already, wanting him to take you just then. 

And your desperation was not lost on your boyfriend as a lazy smirk had made his lips curl up, his fingers dancing along your bare torso while he decided to test you a little more. You deserved it after all, or so he told himself as he had said, "I hope you're enjoying the…..arrangement I've got in place for you." 

The words were hard enough to comprehend in your inebriated state, drunk on lust and begging to be ruined, but any hopes of coming up with a reply were crushed the second you felt a sharp tip coming in contact with your your clothed heat, a sweet pain that almost made you release into your panties. He had you under his spell, and despite having pretended to be the one in control earlier, you found yourself thanking him for being rude.

You were writhing under your bindings, silently pleading for him to give you more already, but no matter how hard you tried, you knew it was going to be useless until he wanted to give it to you. Jeonghan was going to tease you until you were crying, and he was going to make you whimper and beg. That was the thought you had in mind when you found yourself being pulled out of it at the sudden pressure being applied to your still sensitive core, the tie around your wrists coming undone to reveal soft red marks.

"Tsk," Jeonghan had mused, making you open your eyes only to see his hand right against your crotch, the wetness coating his digits through the lace of your underwear, "Need to use something more…..resistant, don'tcha think?" 

And with that, the feeling was gone, leaving you whining at the loss of contact when he pulled away from you entirely, chuckling just a little as he sauntered over to the wardrobe. 

You were losing it, but it still wasn't enough to make you not frown your brows as you watched him, taking his time opening the drawers and rummaging through them. "What's he doing?" you thought to yourself, but before you could put that thought into words, he was looking back at you, his smirk even more sinister as your eyes landed on the small, shiny black object he held in one hand, and the deep red object that dangled from the fingers of the other. 

The sight knocked the breath out of you, your toes curling and uncurling as he walked back over, turning the vibrator on. You wanted to ask him where he got all that stuff from, but yet again, your boyfriend beat you to it. 

"Been saving them for the right occasion," was all he said, reaching over to catch your wrists in another binding, this time much harder and more steadfast than the first.

As the black cuffs made their way to the bedpost with your hands in their clasp, you couldn't help but gaze up at his form, his chest peeking out from under the top two buttons that had been opened. The tugging on your wrists felt cold and foreign, the metal cutting into your skin as you found yourself struggling against it too. 

All this while the toy was lying next to your thigh, the vibrations coursing through it gave your leg a preview of what was to come. The wait, of course, wasn't too long, Jeonghan's hums dispersing the silence as he made quick work of your panties, your soaking pussy fully exposed to the cold air as you attempted to press your thighs together. 

But he wasn't having it, his hand pushing them apart once more as he smacked his lips, feeling his mouth water at the mere sight. "Delicious, he whispered, smirking as he watched you drip, "You just can't get enough of me, huh?" And he knew he wasn't wrong, because no matter how bold you tried to be, you were still putty in his hands. So he was going to use it to his advantage, wasting not one moment in shoving the vibrator deep through your folds, a loud moan slipping past your lips at the impact that had you reeling. 

It was all a blur of moans and whines for a few tense minutes after that, your body thrashing over the bedsheets as you called for him to let you  finish already, failing to make him relent in the slightest, all while his fingers added pressure where the toy couldn't, rubbing against your clit.

"Enjoying ourselves, are we?," he chuckled darkly, relishing in the way your walls clenched around the tip of the toy. 

Before you knew it, you were on edge, your body convulsing under the waves of pleasure that he was making you feel. As the vibrations traveled deep into your entire being, you could feel yourself giving in to the force of your impending orgasm. You were already sensitive from the teasing and the previous orgasm that came with it’s fare share of overstimulation earlier, so it wasn't a surprise that you soon were almost near the edge, ready to fall off.

And then, the pleasure was gone for the second time, leaving you groaning in agony as you flailed your legs and struggled against your cuffs, while sinister laughter filled the room. Your climax was receding away at an alarming rate, until it wasn't, ripples of sweet pain racking through your body as the tip was inside you once more, deeper than ever. 

Less than a minute was all it took for you to finally reach your high, your juices spilling out of you and almost making you lose consciousness from how amazing it felt. 

Your breathing heavy and your chest heaving, you opened your eyes after what felt like centuries, only to realize that your boyfriend wasn't next to you any longer. Instead, he was standing at the foot of the bed, naked to the bone as his hand pumped his member. 

"Gave me a good show," he smirked, the word "Sweetheart" rolling off his tongue in a way that made your skin crawl, but in a good way. "Guess you do deserve a prize." 

He reached over and unlocked your hands from the bed.

His words and actions caused you to let out a soft sigh, your lips curling into a gentle smile as your foggy mind believed his misleading words. But as he climbed onto the bed and hovered over your form, cuffing your hands to each other, you realized that wasn't what he had in mind.

The very next moment, he confirmed your suspicions, his balls hitting you right in the pelvis as he thrust his cock hilt-deep inside you. He was relentless from the get-go, his hips rocking against your own as he made your walls clench around his girth. "Tell. Me. Who. Got. You. This. Tight. Huh?," he asked with each thrust, taunting you while grunts and groans emanated from the depths of his chest. 

"You're. Fucking. Mine," he didn't stop, his moans mixing with yours as your body latched onto his for dear life. He had already driven you past the point of insanity, that had been his plan since the beginning. Before you could stop yourself, you were releasing your pent-up frustration all over his member, your constricted hands hooked around his neck and your nails dug into his back as you rode out your high.

You were spent already, but Jeonghan showed no signs of stopping or even wanting to stop, his groans only growing louder as he continued to pump in and out of you, chasing his own orgasm. He was feral in that moment, almost animalistic as he kept up the pace, never one to slow down. You were crying by now, tears streaming down your cheeks while he kept up his assault on your aching core, pinning you to the mattress. 

It was only a matter of minutes before you felt a familiar knot in the pit of your stomach and another wave of pleasure washing over your being. You found your toes curling, the lustrous sensation breaking through you in ripples and pulses causing your eyes to screw shut, the bedsheets getting soaked with you yet again. This time, it was enough to make Jeonghan cum too, his seed filling you up to the brim.

It had you moaning like nothing else, the thought of him breeding, the feeling of him overflowing in your pulsing core sending you into a frenzy. 

"That's right, take all of me, let me remind you who owns you," Jeonghan grunted as he continued to grind into you, meeting you halfway for the third time that night, which you were sure would also be your last. He was still going at full-speed, bent on completely obliterating your insides as he thrusted even harder, your sweet spot crying tears of joy and pain and threatening to come undone in a way it never had before, the knot in your stomach close to bursting to pieces. 

"Gonna nail it into your head," he grunted against your ear, biting down on your shell as his moves never stopped, "Gonna teach you never to mess with me again." You were in bliss by now, completely ignorant to everything else except the feeling of his dick filling your insides, showing you stars. Everything was a blur, from your sense of time to the knowledge of your whereabouts. It was only him, sending your mind dancing as he continued to hit that sweet spot inside you, over and over. 

It felt like an instant, and at the same time, it was an eternity, your insides twisting and churning as you found your release, this time harder than the previous three, the whole ordeal making your body shake and convulse. He wasn't done though, still keeping at ramming into your clit for heaven knows how long, till he reached his climax, his cum and yours now soiling the mattress, his seed firmly inside your hole as he collapsed on top of your chest in exhaustion.

Your chests pressed against each other as your hearts pounded to the very rhythm of your sinful night. You felt his breathing slowing against your hot skin, the feeling of sweat moistening your bodies. He propped himself up with one arm and used his other hand to caress your tired face. 

“Baby?” He called for you gently, the fire in his voice now washed away with the pent up frustration he had released. He was back to being the soft Jeonghan you knew and loved, showing you that one side of him that he reserves only for you. 

You were so spent, all you could do was hum a weak response. The aftershock of your orgasms sent a soft shiver through your body that drew Jeonghan's attention to your arms that were still bonded by the cuffs. When he slowly lifted himself and pulled out, you found yourself groaning not only at the sensation in your swollen pussy but also at the feeling of his precious cum seeping out of your body. 

He tenderly undid you cuffs from around your wrist, softly rubbing the red marks that were left. 

“Does it hurt baby?” He cooed at you as he slowly helped you sit up and put your back against the headboard, mindful of your pained expressions and your soft hisses. 

As he did, he watched with concern as your face scrunched at the feeling of your sore body moving.

“Was I too rough?” He asked, his voice now coated in panic as he held your hand and softly stroked the mark on your wrist.

You shook your head no, a smile blooming on your exhausted face. 

“You were everything I wanted and everything I didn’t know I needed.”

His face also relaxed as he saw your expression.

“Do you want to take a bath?” Jeonghan softly whispered to you as if he was afraid to startle you out of your calm.

“Yes please.” You said as excitedly as you could manage with your depleted energy. 

He quickly hopped up from the bed and made his way to the bathroom. You felt yourself drifting in and out of sleep for a few minutes while he got everything ready. Then you felt Jeonghan gently slide his arm under yours and you opened your eyes to see him smiling at you warmly. 

“Let’s get you in the bath.” He said affectionately as he helped you towards the bathroom.

You gingerly slid into the water that was the perfect temperature and smelled of your favorite soothing bath salts. 

He got up to leave and your face did its signature pout. "Won't you join me?," you asked, your voice hopeful as you thought about cuddling him in the bath. 

“I’m just going to go change the sheets.” He chuckled, giving a loving boop of your nose. “After all, we made quite the mess.”

His last comment left you blushing as you had no choice but to recount the night. He gave another chuckle at your cuteness before hurrying off to finish his task. You found yourself drifting off again, only barely registering his body when it slid into the water behind you. You instinctively leaned back into him and he took a washcloth to help you wash up. You felt him tenderly dabbing the marks that were left on your skin as he softly asked you once again if they hurt but all you could say was no. They didn’t hurt, not like that, they were simply temporary memories of a very eventful night. 

You took the moment to take a few healing breaths. You were too tired to speak anymore and he understood completely. You continued to relax as the sound of him softly humming set the mood for the rest of the night into a peaceful one.

After you were all soaked out, he helped you stand up before letting the water out and holding you against him while you both quickly rinsed off in the shower. Jeonghan wrapped a towel around you and led you back to your bed that now had fresh crisp sheets on them and your favorite bottle of lightly scented moisturizer that always helped you relax. 

He took the towel from around you softly laughing at the way you instantly began to shiver before helping you lotion your sore body. You could never be too sure he didn’t have ulterior motives but the way his hands caressed and massaged your tired skin was therapeutic and calming so you didn’t care to ask, instead you lost yourself in his gentle touch. When you couldn’t bear to stand anymore, you leaned against his chest and whimpered to let him know just how exhausted you were. 

“Alright alright.” He said with a chuckle. “I’m almost done love.” 

Jeonghan quickly finished, made sure you were both moisturized and then held up the covers for you as he guided you into bed. You let out a slightly dramatic sigh of relief at being able to finally rest your aching body and Jeonghan smiled at you fondly. He put the lotion back in the bathroom and turned off all the lights. When he came back you had the covers lifted and ready for him as your warm body and sugary smile welcomed him. He climbed in and snuggled into you, wrapping his arms around you and laying on your breast which he saw as his own personal pillow. You used delicate fingers to rub his back, wanting to give him back some love as you attempted to sooth the scratches that you left.

“Does it hurt?,” You softly asked him.

“No, not at all," came his reply, nonchalant as ever. “Anyway you know what they say… all is fun in sex and foreplay.”

His ridiculous comment pulled a full laugh from your lethargic body and he proudly laughed along with you.

“You’re such a doofus.” You said still laughing as you playfully slapped his arm. 

“I love you.” 

With your last sentence you felt yourself swiftly drifting away into dreamland.

“I love you more.” Jeonghan said, pulling you closer to him.

The distant hum of the washing machine and the whisper-like sounds of your and Jeonghan's gentle breaths were the ending melodies of your ever eventful night. Just like that, the two of you were lulled into your most rewarding slumber, peaceful dreams begetting content smiles as you two lovebirds snuggled even closer.

[jxngh]

request : how about BTS reaction to you deepthroating them during a blowjob?

pairing : bts x reader

genre : smut

warnings : well.. did you read the request ? if yes you already know..

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｀NAMJOON

you'd probably saw him stressed recently. and you'd go to his place, things getting heated quickly after you have the daily talk. he'd probably got you between his arms and your ass is on the wooden table he bought, his plump lips tasting yours, slowly undressing you while he's only with his pants because you love to touch his arms and chest. he'd whisper ' babydoll ' in your ear while his hands are getting down. in deepest tone, making you wanna push your legs together. but you'd want to focus on him even though you want him inside, badly. so you'd push him from his shoulders with giving him the look. he'd be losing his mind when you don't even undress him fully. you'd get his tip into your mouth, sucking hard and slow. he'd have a hard time trying to stay still, breathing deep. and when you deepthroat him he'd be moaning so deep, hands grabbing your hair, hips buckling and him getting harder every second he hears your sounds. he'd be so so lost and bc of that he'd pull out but probably in the last second so your face would be a mess.

·´ SEOKJIN

it would be after a date night he took you out, ordered every delicious food and tasted wine with you afterwards. he'd be treating you so damn good all night, making you feel like a queen. you'd see the lust in his eyes after him basically undressing you with them. and you'd think a way to pay him back, this appearing in your mind. so you'd be turning home, his hands are on your waist all the way home, leaving small kisses to your neck. you'd find yourself between him and the door at the moment you closed it. he'd be kissing you hard, you'd hold his tie and take him to your room. he'd wait and see what you're doing. you'd take him to a place he can see himself and you - front of a mirror, or just a big window - then you'd undress him and suck like your life depends on it. he'd be moaning so damn loud, seeing the view of you two, having him in your hot mouth... when you deepthroat him he'd go mad and would hold your head and push himself, trying to do it slow bc he thinks about you. would end up on your neck.

`· YOONGI

you'd both be drunk, especially you bc he's a pro in drinking. so he would be the one who needs to take you home, make sure you're home one piece. and that day would be hard to him because you naturally become giggly, touchy, looking so hot in your mini dress plus having conversations with the guys you didn't even see before. he'd hold your wrist and take you to his car when he sees a guy getting closer to you. you'd be pouty and he'd be angry, not looking at you while he drives so you'd wanna make it up to him. your hands would find his crotch, slowly palming and grabbing him. he'd be hard looking at you biting your lip. would stop the car and let you do your thing, you'd quickly unbuckle his pants and pump his length. then you'd leave kitten licks, making him even harder. you'd waste no time to fasten up, sucking him like he's your favorite lollipop. and when you deepthroat him he'd curse, would call you ' kitten ', pushing himself. would fuck your throat hard, then forgive as you swallow him.

`· HOSEOK

after seeing him doing dance rehearsal for their newest song you'd want to give your boyfriend all the compliments. the way his body moves, getting sharp in the right seconds.. you're lost on him and he notices it he teases you about it when you two get home. ' babe likes it when i dance? ' just to see your cheeks burn. you're blushing but it's because of the positions you imagined as he dances. so you try to change the subject but no. he keeps leaving pecks to your cheeks and you look at him to make him stop. then you kiss him, unable to control your body. you end up top on him, grinding as your tongues fight for dominance. then you lean to his ear whispering ' babe loves it. ' before you kneel and get him in your mouth, tongue swirling around his length and humming as you suck him harder. he'd throw his head back and start groaning as you deepthroat him. he'd slowly push himself, would end up on your lips.

`· JIMIN

oh.. i can clearly see him teasing you in public. think like you have guests in your house. he'd be whispering dirty things to your ear while his hands grab your ass firmly. but after doing these, he'd be looking at you like he's an angel and leaving feather-like kisses to back of your hands, bowing down and greeting everyone with bright smile of his. you wouldn't believe his duality, trying to focus on greeting. and the thing is he'd probably kept doing that all day, making your breath hitch with every move. you'd wait till the guests are gone or asleep. he'd be smiling sheepishly knowing his effect on you. so you'd want to tease him to death. you'd make him sit on the nearest place, first kissing his pillowy lips, sucking and biting while your hands palm him. then you'd slowly go down, undressing him without cutting eye contact before you get his tip into your mouth, licking it slow. he'd be so breathy. then you'd lick him fully without sucking properly. he'd lose his patience in time. you'd start sucking him, still slow but going deeper. he'd be moaning lightly, hands finding your hair and pushing himself inside. you wouldn't let him cum in your mouth but he'd turn you back and fuck you hard there.

`· TAEHYUNG

you two are sitting and watching one of his friends' new kdrama. and you two are both binge watching it under one big blanket. snacks everywhere. it's all good when you watch first episodes but as it gets closer to the last ones, there are some mature scenes. until that moment they weren't that effective. but now... so you feel your boyfriend's hands on your waist and his hot breath in your neck. he starts leaving heavy kisses, it's so passionate that you can't help but whimper weakly. then his hands finds your thighs, getting you on top of him. you had these kinda moments so you know he wants it passionate, like you do. so you start doing the same to him, getting low grunts from him. then you stand, before you kneel. you'd suck him slow and intense, knowing he won't last long as your hands finds his balls. he starts to push and pull himself a little rougher. then you deepthroat him. he moans so deep and starts to fuck your throat, not going faster. he comes hard on your lips and tongue.

`· JUNGKOOK

he'd probably be playing a video game for whole night, only getting up when he needs food. he started playing knowing that you're tired but now you're rested, he's still sitting in front of his big 2 screens. you want him to realize that you're there and he needs to spend time with his lovely girlfriend. you get a big tshirt of his which ends a little higher than your mid- thighs. you don't wear a bra, knowing he loves to play with them. you're planning to go like this so he'd understand. but instead of that he takes you to his lap, arms around you and him continuing the game. you gently move his arms and kneel. he stops and stares, trying to understand. you get mad, removing his t-shirt. he gulps. then you start pulling his chair close and pushing his shorts down. mouth covering his tip and sucking hard. you keep sucking him hard, he lightly moans mostly heavy breathing. but he still tries to play. then you deepthroat him. that's when he loses it. he starts to push himself even further. his moans and your small noises fill the room. he cums hard, on your breasts. then he licks them clean and takes care of you in the best way.

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[tkachuckycheese]

on the line - part two

read part one here!

summary: matthew shows up post-breakup, post playoff series loss at your apartment.... what will you do? 

word count: 1.1k 

warnings: EXTRA smutty lmao (use protection kids) 

note: here’s part two/continuation of my sadness about the flames getting eliminated early (yes clearly still not over it almost a month later). let me know what you think :))) 

It hits you so hard, you let out a shudder. You either have to believe him or you have to let him go. 

And the only thing that terrifies you more than forgiving him is losing him. 

So you take a ragged breath and you whisper, “Prove it.” 

His eyes meet yours as he reaches up and grabs your face again. This time, you don’t fight him. His mouth lands on yours and you slip your tongue past his beautiful lips. He holds your head with one hand, tangling his fingers in your hair and grabbing your ass with the other. He squeezes so hard it’ll leave a mark and then he bends his massive thighs, wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up. His tongue never leaves your mouth. 

You’ve missed this–the way he dominates you. The way he manhandles you. 

You wrap your legs around his waist. He carries you into the living room, right up to the couch and then he lays you down on it. Hovering above, he reaches over his head, pulls his hoodie off and drops it to the floor as he crawls on top. You spread your legs to make room. The minute he settles down between them, he dips his hips and pushes into you. His hard-on grinds your body, rubbing your slit through your clothes. 

He pushes a hand into the couch beside your head, lifting his body up just enough to stare down at you as he snakes his hand in between you and grabs hold of the waist of your sweatpants. In one strong movement, without you even lifting a muscle, he yanks them all the way down to your knees. His eyes, narrowed, hold firmly onto yours as his hand moves to the front of your underwear and slowly shove inside. 

You’re soaking wet. He smiles and swipes his index and middle finger through the mess before pressing them in. You can’t help but arch your back in pleasure. 

“Matthew,” you accidentally whisper his name. 

“You still taste delicious?” he asks as you dig your nails into his scalp and he pulls his fingers out of you. You watch his long tongue slip from between his lips and lip the juices off his fingertips. He smiles again. “God, I missed how you taste.” 

You pull yourself up and tug his pants down over his muscular butt. He roughly pushes you back down into the couch and shoves your shirt up to your neck. You’re not wearing a bra, which is good because he probably would’ve just ripped it off. He goes right for your nipple, swirling his tongue around it twice before nipping it hard. As he moves to assault the other nipple, his hand moves into his underwear and he frees his hard, thick cock. 

Your body isn’t used to him anymore. But you want him so badly, you don’t care. He pushes into you and you make a sound you can’t even begin to decipher at that moment and fight to keep your eyes open. His eyes roll back into his head and his cheeks begin to flush. You bend your knees on either side of his hips and squeeze your pussy hard. You’re determined to make him struggle more than any fucking hockey game. 

He whimpers. Literally fucking whimpers. 

“Don’t,” he warms. “I won’t hold on.” 

You squeeze down hard again as he swings hard into your hips, his balls slapping your ass. The vein in his neck throbs and you can see the fire in his eyes. 

“Y/N. Fuck. No,” he demands. He drops his whole body onto you. It’s like being hit with a two-hundred-pound sand bag. The air whooshes out of your lungs. He curls his face into your neck, just below your ear. “Baby, please.” 

The emotion in his plea–the fact that he’s begging at all– forces the air out of your lungs again. 

“I’ve missed this. I need you. Please.” 

You relax your core and gently wrap your arms around his back. Holding him to you, you kiss his shoulder and slowly rock your hips. He exhales loudly, a mix of pleasure and relief, and matches his thrusts to your rhythm. Your eyes flutter close as you concentrate on the perfect way he fills you up. He remembers exactly how to tilt his hips, exactly where you like it. 

“Again. Harder,” you demand. 

He does it again. Harder. You can’t catch your breath. Your pussy quivers. He’s on one elbow now and his eyes are wide open. They’re filled with lust and love. That has to be love. Because you love him. 

He looks down between the two of you. “Let me make you come. Please. I want to make you…” 

He pushes his cock deep and hard into you and grinds his pelvis into your clit. Keeping himself pressed right against you, he starts hammering with short and hard thrusts. The friction is both too much and not enough. You arch your back and rub yourself into his pubic bone. Your fingers claw at his back as the orgasm ripples through you. 

“Matthew,” his name slips from your lips once again in a ragged whisper. “Oh god, yes.” 

He pushes harder until your head bumps the arm of the couch accidentally. Then he pulls himself up and with one more thrust, he swears at the top of his lungs and explodes inside of you. He seems to come forever, his body jerking and his hips twitching as he collapses on top of you. 

Half an hour passes and you don’t move. You keep your arms around his back but snake your fingers up to run them through his curls. 

“I just can’t believe I lost. I really, truly lost,” he whispers finally. 

“It’s not the end of your hockey career. You guys will win again,” you advise him. 

He lifts his head. His eyes are confused. “I wasn’t talking about hockey. I’m talking about us.” 

You take a deep breath to make room for the swell of your heart roaring back to life in your chest. 

“Concentrate on getting your team to win next year,” you tell him as you traces his lips with your finger. “Because that’s the only thing you’ve lost.” 

You reach up to pull him in for another kiss.