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

[stonerbamtori]

Purple Haze

synopsis: Due to screwing up at the Strawberryland Annual Fair, Mary Jane isn't very well liked by her fellow villagers. She hardly ever goes into town. Elsewhere in the little village is Peach Beomgyu, equally isolated but for entirely different reasons. After typical medical malpractice leads the unlikely pair to cross paths, things get smoky.

THIS FIC IS BASED ON THE STRAWBERRYLAND EVENT BY @thetxtdevil and @beomiracles 's concept of Peach Beomgyu but with tweaked bruising lore and can take place in a pre/post/parallel timeline to Little Apricot

pairing: Peach!Beomgyu x Marijuana!Reader ??????

wordcount: too many ~10k

warnings: MDNI, fluff/smut, hurt/comfort, sub!Beomgyu / softdom!reader, fem!reader sorry for pussy rocking, chubby!reader (she gets the munchies haha get it), pretty vanilla sex all things considered, but there is slight cum eating, bad language, drug use, smoking, edibles, reader has snake bites, that pottery scene from ghost but its teaching him to use a bong, other txt members mentioned, also chaewon don't worry about it, clementine was cute in strawberry shortcake and chaewon starts with c so i had to add her, idk what im doing, i don't normally write fics, this is basically just a disability allegory, beomgyu is a fuzzy peach like in the og, my shitty sense of humor is involved

author's note: this account may just be me dumping this fic and running. hope you enjoy if you have the same derangements as I do

Strawberryland is an idyllic little village, rather conservative in its values- after all, everyone that lives in it is a cute little hybrid motherfucker. The culture surrounds plants, especially fruits- gardening, exchanging foods, sharing recipes, etc. Residents nearly all tend to their own gardens, sharing heritage with a particular plant species. Some even had full orchards. A few of the villagers are quite popular, like Cherry Yeonjun or Lemon Drop Soobin. Others, though, are not- like Mary Jane.

Mary isn't a particularly tasty fruit. Rather, she was a flower, an herb. But she wasn't delicious. Sure, she was edible, but no one was baking her buds in treats for the taste. She was something else.

For a day job, Mary Jane puts herself to use as a town healer. After many years of trying her hand at helping with different things around town, she stumbled upon her uncanny ability to alleviate pain. Naturally skilled, she took care of whoever she could when the opportunity presented itself. Before long it became clear that this was her natural talent; this was all she knew how to do. Soon enough she settled into such a role. Although many thought she was a bit kooky and out there, she didn't really know what else to offer.

Though she has limited training, she is rather successful. Still, because she's a natural healer, her work is commonly thought of as improper. Dr. Chamomile and the others, licensed in medicine, are considered reputable. Mary Jane is considered shady- not above board.

Still, Mary wanted so badly to be a part of Strawberryland, to be among the people. After running into him at the local market, Mary took up baking alongside the kind Gingerbread Taehyun, who had a rather curious mind. In exchange for information on the mystery of the young woman living on the outskirts of town, he teaches her some basic recipes, including brownies.

Using what she learned, Mary Jane baked a big batch of brownies for the County Fair. But when people started to turn loopy after eating her treats, any salvageable bit of reputation she had left was gone. Blueberry Kai was so faded that Cherry Yeonjun had to carry him home on his back. When their precious youngest is threatened, the villagers accuse Mary Jane of trying to poison them. She is swiftly banned from the Fair. From then on, any appearance she made in town was met with scoffs.

Not everyone was so rude. Blueberry Kai, for example, still brought her pie when he had some to spare. "Just because you're not... great at baking, doesn't mean you're a bad person," he'd say, with a grimace. Others, like Clementine Chaewon, came to her for healing. Mary Jane was mostly shunned into her home, but she at least was not completely isolated.

Although her services are not under high demand, Mary takes great comfort in being able to contribute in at least this little way. The one thing that can heal her lonely heart is putting herself to good use. She soothes the pain of her fellow villagers whenever she can.

-

Something is wrong with Peach Beomgyu. Everyone in Strawberryland knows it. Hell, his hair isn't even Peach. Within a dilapidated cottage hidden in the forest, Beomgyu keeps to himself. He isn't like the other fruits. His garden doesn't bloom. His hair is dark. He is consistently covered in bruises. And although he is rather playful, he can only manage to brush aside his chronic pain so often. It isn’t uncommon for there to be a frown on his face.

Peach Beomgyu doesn't go into town much, but for reasons different than Mary Jane. It was an entire ordeal- he would have to ration his energy, plan for mishaps, and take time to recover after. Most of the time Beomgyu left the safe haven of his cottage, it was just to visit Chamomile at the clinic. Only the necessities.

Today is just one of many in a week of flare-ups for him. Once he has reluctantly exited his bed, Peach Beomgyu makes some tea, swirling a spoonful of apricot jam into the mix. Although the first sip is heavenly, and the warmth soothes his throat, the rest of his muscles still ache. After tossing and turning for the umpteenth time on the couch to get comfortable, he drops his book on the floor. He groans, defeated. If he couldn't even read, he might as well be dead.

-

"I'm sorry, Beomgyu. There's just nothing I can do," Dr. Chamomile sighs, scribbling something on the notepad on her desk. He wasn’t even sure she was listening. Or what she could be possibly writing down given the conversation. Maybe she was just doodling.

"Please, Dr. Chamomile. I know my condition cannot be cured, but there has to be something you can give me to at least help with the symptoms," Beomgyu pleads, eyes worn.

Dr. Chamomile sighs, her tired eyes blinking slowly. "I can offer you some tea to help the body relax, but that's really it. I've told you this time and time again."

Frustrated after being consistently let down, Peach Beomgyu can't help but slam his fist on the desk. "That stuff isn't strong enough! It doesn't do shit!"

At the sudden slam, Dr. Chamomile jumps, startled out of her stupor. Dr. Chamomile didn’t take nicely to being so violently bewildered. She scowls, a stern look suddenly on her face. "Then don't take the tea. Now get out. I have other patients," she mutters, jaw set. Beomgyu feels his heart fall at her look of disapproval, just like everyone else's. Head hung in shame, he sullenly leaves the office.

As Peach Beomgyu slowly hobbles through town, too stubborn to let anyone see him with a cane for fear they'll pity him all the more, he can't help but glare ahead. A raincloud practically hangs above his head. As he shuffles over the cobblestone, a cheerful voice snaps him out of his sulking. "Peach Beomgyu! It's good to see you," says Clementine Chaewon.

The short girl smiles up at him, excited by the opportunity to speak to someone so elusive. It almost makes Beomgyu's frown soften. No one ever looked that excited to see him. If anything, they winced. "...Hi Clementine Chaewon," he murmurs awkwardly, dropping his gaze.

Chaewon, although cheerful, is not tone deaf. "What's wrong?" she murmurs gently, tilting her head slightly to try and catch his eyes.

Beomgyu sighs, dragging a hand through his hair. "Dr. Chamomile says there's nothing more she can do for me. I mean, look at me. I'm all fucked up, there's no hiding it. How am I supposed to live like this, knowing I'm never going to get better?" His voice cracks with vulnerability as he extends his bruised arms. Shit- he really hadn't meant to say that much, especially stuff so dark. It just slipped out. Maybe he was beginning to reach a breaking point.

Chaewon's eyes widen. To say she didn't see that coming would be an understatement. Peach Beomgyu hardly ever spoke more than a few words, infamously quiet. After a moment, though, her gaze softens with compassion. "Beomgyu, please don't say that. You're not 'all fucked up'. You're just bruised," she gets out after a sputter.

Beomgyu sighs, unable to help but relent under her kind-hearted words. But who was going to pick on the bruised guy? Of course she had to say that. "Thanks. I just wish I wasn't in pain, that's all. Even if I am different from everyone else, even if I can't bear fruit- that's fine... I just wish these bruises didn't ache."

Chaewon sighs, nodding in understanding. She's quiet for a moment, gaze drifting aside as she thinks. Finally, she suggests, "Why not go to Mary Jane?"

Peach Beomgyu furrows his brows. It went without saying that he was a total homebody. The only people he knew in town were the ones he came across when he was forced out of his hideaway. "Who's Mary Jane?"

"Marijuana. She lives on Hemp Lane. She does natural healing. I know it sounds like snake oil salesman nonsense, but she really helped me when I hurt my back last year gardening!" Clementine Chaewon explains.

Beomgyu narrows his gaze as he considers this, nose scrunching up in distaste. As a well-read man, Beomgyu always thought of himself as informed. A man of science. He was too intellectual for essential oils and natural remedies. That stuff was all scams.

Still, the desperation in the back of his mind doesn't want to completely let go of the idea. It is still hope, albeit half-hearted. "...It's not like I have anything to lose," he sighs. "Thank you, Chaewon. I'll give it a shot."

Chaewon smiles once again. "Of course! Do you need any help getting home?"

Beomgyu frantically shakes his head. "Oh, no, no! Thank you, but I'm alright." And just like that, he scrambles to return to his walk home before she can insist. He's not sure if it's his pride or his general hatred of small talk that propels him, but he's off.

"No problem. Have a good night!" Chaewon calls after him with a wave and a beaming smile, before heading off in the other direction.

Beomgyu can't help but let out a huff as soon as he's out of earshot, pain shooting up his legs as he rigidly corrects his posture for imagined prying eyes. Appearing in public was always a performance. As he continues the trek home, it's as if his mind turns off. The only thing he can focus on is the deliberate effort of every step. When his cottage finally comes into view, he thinks he could weep for joy.

Once inside, he collapses on the couch. He doesn't get up again until the next day.

-

It's about noon when Mary blinks her bleary eyes open. People didn't come by often, and certainly didn't in the morning hours. With a yawn, she stretches, relaxed muscles coming to life one by one.

It's a day like any other. Mary tends to her plants in the yard, watering and surveying them. She mostly grows marijuana, of course, the plant passed through her family. Still, she's experimented with many variations. Her favorite is Purple Haze for its beautiful color- and lucky is she, for it matches her hair.

Once Mary is satisfied with the state of her crops, she returns inside. She hums as she enters the kitchen, grabbing a few buds from a jar on the counter. In one swift move, she clicks on the radio and grabs the mortar and pestle.

Mary sings along to the tune as she grinds down the buds, too lost in the song to pay much attention. Once she feels little resistance, she smiles down at the bowl. Perfect.

When she sits down on the couch and sets the bowl on her coffee table beside her favorite bong, her tranquility is interrupted as she hears a knock at the door. She pauses, brows furrowing. Had she imagined that? No one called to say they were coming today. Maybe it was just part of the song on the radio?

When another knock is heard, she hums, pouting in surprise. She makes her way to open the door, only to have to squint into the bright sunlight.

Slowly, her pupils adjust to the light, green irises rimmed with red more visible. The young man standing before her isn't someone she recognizes, and he's at least a head taller than her as she looks up. "Hello," she murmurs with a lazy smile, eyes a bit droopy.

"Uh, hi. Are you Mary Jane?" Peach Beomgyu asks nervously. What was with this girl? She looked half asleep.

She blinks for a moment. "Hm? Oh, yeah. That's me," she drawls, a bit dazed. Still, Mary notices the way he shakes, frowning slightly and giving him a once over. It wasn't just anxiety- he was leaning on a cane of beautifully carved wood. Her eyes light up at the sight. "Holy shit, that's an excellent cane you have. Come in!"

Beomgyu's eyes widen a bit, not expecting a genuine compliment on his mobility aid. "Ah, thank you..." He nods with a slight blush, slowly stepping inside behind her. Mary closes the door and gestures for him to sit on the couch.

Mary Jane smiles, patiently waiting until he's comfortably sat to join him. "Did you carve it yourself?" she asks excitedly. With the cane at the forefront of her mind, she'd forgotten to ask why he was even here. It wasn't immediately important.

"Uh, yeah, I did..." Beomgyu says nervously, eyes surveying the items on her coffee table. A bowl of herbs and some sort of... phallic contraption. Maybe coming here was a bad idea.

"Well, you're very talented. I'm a bit of an artist myself in my free time, but everything I've whittled is shit compared to that," Mary chuckles, before catching herself cursing. "Oh shit- sorry, I have a bad habit of swearing..." she murmurs, voice softer and apologetic.

Peach Beomgyu chuckles. "It's fine. I'm not hurt by little words," he says with a smirk, before sighing. "So, Chaewon told me you do healing and stuff. Is that true?"

Mary blinks, spacey and having forgotten the task at hand. Ah! "Yeah, I try! I'm a bit of an amateur, but I do my best. I'm CPR certified by the Strawberry Council," she announces proudly, a self-satisfied grin on her face as she raises her chin high.

Beomgyu can't help but chuckle a bit at her goofy display of pride over something so simple. There's something charming about it. "Wow. I'm impressed," he murmurs half-heartedly.

Although Mary Jane picks up on his half-sincerity, she smiles. "Thanks. So you need to be healed, do you... what's your name?"

Beomgyu chuckles again. Mary didn't seem too quick to the punch. "I'm Peach Beomgyu. Nice to meet you," he introduces, giving a slight bow of his head, which Mary returns.

"A peach? No wonder you are here for healing. You're awfully bruised," Mary murmurs with a frown, gaze drifting from the brown hair atop his head to the marks on his fuzzy arms. It was as if she dumped a bucket of ice water on his head. Most of the villagers wouldn't acknowledge any of it out loud. Too awkward, too taboo. But Mary Jane is taboo.

It took Beomgyu a second to gather himself enough to answer coherently. "...Yeah... I was just born this way. I've been to Dr. Chamomile several times, and even traveled further to visit Dr. Ginseng, but there's no cure. The only thing I can do is try to be comfortable as I live with it," Beomgyu explains, voice a bit gentler than before. It was as if his voice handled the fragile topic as delicately as it could.

Mary Jane nods slowly, a look of acknowledgement taking over her eyes that betrays an unexpected wisdom. "So the system is failing you, and you need to get creative?" she murmurs, much more invested, though her little grin provides the smallest hint of levity. Peach Beomgyu lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

“Yeah… Can you help me?” Peach Beomgyu whispers, lower lip caught between his teeth. He didn’t mean to plead, but the desperation in his eyes was hard to hide. He didn’t want to hurt anymore. 

Mary Jane smiles, resting a hand on his shoulder gently, careful not to hurt his tender skin. “Of course. I assume you are coming here because you're willing to try some less conventional options. You know about my reputation, right?" she asks with a grimace.

Beomgyu nods. "Yeah, I'm aware of the risks.... I'm still interested," he murmurs meekly.

Mary Jane nods, keeping a trained neutrality on her face so as not to sway his decision. "Marijuana helps with pain relief- not strong enough for surgery, for example, but certainly for body aches and pains,” she explains swiftly, sitting up straighter. “Do you smoke?”

Peach Beomgyu’s eyes widen a bit as his cheeks flush pink. “Uh, not really… I can if that’s the only option, but…” he trails off, awkwardly averting his gaze. He didn’t fuck with his lungs. He already had enough to deal with when it came to the bruising.

Mary Jane shakes her head with a smile. “No, no, don’t worry about it! I have edibles. It takes longer for it to kick in, but it is also generally stronger. Since this is your first time, I’ll give you a low dose to try,” she explains, standing to her feet. The soft patter of her feet is heard as she walks into her kitchen to retrieve two brownies- one for each of them. 

“Brownies?” Beomgyu asks, furrowing a brow. 

Mary Jane nods. “Yup! They might taste slightly off because of the pot, but I think they’re passable,” she says with a grin, extending the plate. Beomgyu takes a brownie, frowning slightly as he examines it. There was obvious hesitation in his eyes. Was it really worth this? He didn’t know what was scarier, if he had a bad reaction, or if it just didn’t work. Did he really want to eat something strange from this girl?

“Do you trust me?” Mary Jane asks softly, rousing him from his thoughts. Beomgyu was about to say no when he looks up at her face, at her eyes sparkling with hope, and suddenly he's taking a bite.

It was alright. He chews slowly.

Mary Jane beams, sitting beside him again and eating a brownie of her own. 

The two finish their treats and sit in awkward silence.

“....So… How long is this supposed to take to kick in?” Peach Beomgyu whispers, twiddling with his thumbs.

“Twenty minutes on an empty stomach,” she murmurs back. “It has to digest to hit your bloodstream.”

“Oh,” Beomgyu remarks softly with a slight nod. 

The silence is regular for Beomgyu, but unbearable for Mary Jane. After another minute, she can’t help but yap again. “So, Peach Beomgyu! I’m a healer or whatever, but what do you do? How do you pass the time?”

Beomgyu blinks, unsure where the girl who can barely keep her eyes fully open gets the energy. “Well, I don’t go out much on account of the bruising… I usually pass the time reading.” 

At this, Mary Jane lights up. “Reading? I love books! What do you read?” she asks excitedly, nearly a golden retriever at this moment. Maybe if she’s enthusiastic enough, he will crack a smile.

Not yet, though. “Uh, mostly fantasy. I mostly read fiction, novels. I like scifi too, but fantasy is my favorite,” Beomgyu explains, more interested than before, maybe, but still far from excited.

“Ah. I only really read nonfiction. I’m a bit of a nerd, I guess,” Mary Jane confesses sheepishly. It’s this that finally gets a reaction out of Beomgyu, eyebrows shooting up. 

“Nonfiction? Really? But isn’t it boring?” he implores, eyes widened. “I don’t really read that stuff for fun.”

“Not at all! I love to learn about the outside world. I can’t experience all of it myself, but I can learn about it. I can hear the stories of those who came before me, too. Of how the world became this way,” she muses, thoughtful words in contrast to her lazy drawl. At this, Beomgyu pouts in consideration. He gives her a shrug. “Besides, doesn’t fiction kind of get boring sometimes? When you think about how the stories aren’t even real…”

Peach Beomgyu can’t help but blink as he realizes the differences in their ways of thinking. He didn’t anticipate that this eccentric girl would be, perhaps, a bigger nerd than him, but anything was possible. Before he can think much further into it, though, his eyes start to feel a bit fuzzy- and not like his peach fuzz. “Uh, Mary Jane? I’m starting to feel it, I think,” he stutters softly, chest warm.

Mary Jane’s eyes light up as she peers over at him, examining his demeanor. Drooping posture, half-lidded eyes… “You’re high,” she smiles. 

“High?” Beomgyu asks, brows furrowing. “Isn’t that bad?”

Mary Jane shrugs. “It won’t harm your body nearly as much as alcohol would, because it stresses your liver. And since you didn’t even smoke it, your lungs will be fine. Marijuana is a depressant like alcohol, so it general slows down the nervous system. The high will last about two or three hours.” When she sees the nervous look on his face, she softens a bit further. "You wanted to give it a try, right?"

Beomgyu slowly nods. He had been willing. It’s just that now that he’s heard the term “high” all his negative associations begin to surface once more. Still, this really wasn’t that bad. For once, his arms weren’t aching, and neither were his legs. Even the bruise on his ribs was conspicuously numb. “I did. I guess I’m just nervous because I’ve never been high before…” he trails off. 

Mary Jane hums in understanding, her own edible starting to hit as well. “It’s okay, you’ll be fine. I’ll be right here in case you have a bad reaction or anything. You should expect some dry mouth though. Unfortunate side effect,” she chuckles. Beomgyu nods, cracking a small smile at the sound of her laugh. 

“Alright, I guess I can live with that,” he murmurs playfully, relaxing further into the couch cushions. The further he sinks into the plush stuffing, the more weightless he feels. It’s almost akin to floating on clouds, if they were covered in corduroy. A feeling of relaxation and general pleasantness washes over not only his body, but also his mind. His anxieties begin to fade.

Mary Jane tilts her head, gaze narrowing as she gives him a knowing look. He was rather cute as he grew more dazed. She hadn’t known him for long, but this was the first time she’d seen him so peaceful. “So how do you feel? How’s the pain?”

Beomgyu hums happily as he melts into the couch beside her. He hadn’t even consciously thought about the bruising, really. But his pain was definitely alleviated in this moment. Or maybe some of it was there, but the high made him not care, made it not bother him. He wasn’t sure. But before Beomgyu can even realize it, silent tears slip down his cheeks. This is the first time he's been without pain in years.

The second Mary sees his tears, her heart aches, and she quickly touches his shoulder again. “Oh, Beom, are you okay? Why are you crying, Peach?” she coos, a more doting side of her coming out. She was a caretaker, ultimately. 

Peach Beomgyu sniffles, wiping his face clumsily with the back of his hand. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it's just… I can’t remember the last time I felt relief like this,” he confesses in a whimper. Mary’s heart wrenches. 

Hesitant, she opens her arms. “Oh, sweetheart… can I hold you?” she whispers, needing permission before she touches him, no matter how much her heart was screaming at her too. Especially with his sensitive skin. There were times when having discipline was important, to not impulsively give into her instincts, and this was one of them.

When Beomgyu wordlessly nods, Mary Jane scoops him up in her arms as delicately as she can, cradling his taller form against hers. She’s soft to the touch, squishy under his weight. After all, all these years of the munchies hadn’t left her particularly skinny. 

Beomgyu lets out a shaky sigh as he eases in her grasp, slowly letting go of his muscles. He didn’t want to crush her with his weight, but the high was relaxing his body so much. He felt so heavy, but not in a bad way. Mary Jane quietly coos again, gently stroking his back over his shirt. Beomgyu can’t help but give in completely, melting into a puddle in her hold. 

“...thank you,” he whispers meekly, a small, vulnerable voice. 

Mary Jane knew in that moment she would protect him to her death. 

“Of course, angel. You don’t need to thank me. You deserve to feel comfortable, to exist without pain…” she whispers back. 

And just like that, the two remain cuddled on her couch in comfortable silence. 

-

It becomes clear rather quickly that Beomgyu needed this kind of support regularly, and there was no reason for Mary to deny him. If she could help it, he would never feel pain again. After he went back home that first time, he’s continued to drop by regularly. Mary Jane offered to bring his supply to his house, but Beomgyu insisted that he needed to get out of the house once a week. Mary Jane didn’t realize what a little safe haven her home had come to feel like to him.

It’s a month later when Mary carefully blows him a glass bong of his own, forging in her garage. The smoke isn't anything out of the ordinary, anyway. She carefully sculpts the molten glass, adding a peach shaped bulb for the water to sit in at the base. Once the glass is cooled enough, Mary Jane can’t help calling him. 

“Peach Beomgyu?” Mary Jane chirps into the phone.

“Hm? Mary Jane?” she hears Beomgyu’s voice filtered back through the line.

“Yes! I have a gift for you. Could I come by?” she asks, biting her lip in excitement. She couldn’t wait to show him how to smoke this. Now that he’s opted to smoke so he can get the relief faster, this would be a game changer. 

“I was already going to drop by later today to pick up my stash anyway. I’ll be there in a couple hours,” he responds. He can’t help but smile to himself when he hears her eagerness through the phone. She was rather excitable. 

“If you’re really sure you’re okay with walking all this way?” she asks with a grimace. 

“Mary Jane, it’s like three streets down. I’m not that bruised,” he chuckles. He has sounded so much happier lately, she thinks she could cry. Still, she laughs at his joke. 

“Alright, alright, I won’t nag then. Just please be careful!” she acquiesces, before hanging up the phone.

-

As Mary Jane waits for Peach Beomgyu to arrive, she tidies her little cottage. Once she’s done with that, she’s a bit restless. She has to force herself to sit down on the couch to stop pacing willy-nilly.

While she sinks into the sofa, her gaze settles on the two bongs on her coffee table- one purple, like her, the other peach, like Beomgyu. Beomgyu wasn't in pain when he was with Mary Jane. But maybe she could aim higher than that. It didn't take long for Mary Jane to feel a deep connection to this young man. In a lot of ways, he was just like her, and just as lonely. The moment they shared was intimate, and she couldn’t help but feel guilty at how much it meant to her. She wasn’t supposed to be this attached. She was basically just a glorified dealer who deluded herself into thinking she's a nurse. But still, she had held him while his life changed. 

At this point, Mary couldn't help but want to please him more. Seeing his smile had become an addiction. Watching him come to stop hating his body was amazing. But maybe seeing him merely comfortable wasn’t enough. She wanted him to enjoy his body as a source of pleasure rather than pain for once. It was a body she loved, because despite its flaws, it was his. And not only that, it was the reason they met in the first place. Maybe, if Beomgyu had been a perfect peach, they wouldn’t have ever crossed paths.

Mary Jane’s thoughts are interrupted when she hears a knock on the door. She quickly shakes the thoughts away, jumping to her feet to answer the door. There he was, looking far more radiant than ever. “Hey, Mary,” Beomgyu says with a smile, stepping inside. Mary Jane can’t help smiling back- it was like his grin was contagious, somehow.

“Hi, Beom! Come on in,” she says, stepping aside to allow him inside. It doesn’t take long for Beomgyu’s eyes to fall onto the bongs on display. 

“Oh, Mary Jane! You bought me this?” he asks, eyes lighting up as he takes hold of the peachy bong. He examines it as he sits on the sofa. 

Mary Jane feels some shyness come over her as she fidgets with her sleeve. “I, uh, actually made it,” she explains with a soft smile. 

At this, Peach Beomgyu looks at her incredulously. “You can do glass work?” he questions, baffled. 

Mary Jane can only nod as she awkwardly sits next to him. For some reason, being the center of attention right now made her squirm. It was completely irrational, but after the inappropriate thoughts she had just moments ago, she was scared he would somehow sense it. She was terrified he would find out. “Oh, yeah. It’s something I learned from the bakery twirling sugar. Glass is the same…” she trails off awkwardly, unable to meet his eyes. 

Beomgyu assumes she’s just become meek because he’s praising her work, and doesn’t think much else of it. “Well, why don’t we try them out?” he suggests with a smirk. 

Mary Jane blinks. She was certainly more than eager to no longer be sober. “Fuck yeah. I’ll show you how to use it,” she says. And with that, she plucks the peach bong from his hands, heading to the kitchen. She pours some fresh water into the chamber before returning with some weed already ground. 

“Alright, so it’s kind of like smoking a pipe, but bigger,” she chuckles, welcoming the distraction. She packs the bowl, before turning to give him a clear view of what she’s doing. “When you want to take a rip, you cover this hole-” she explains, gesturing to it with her fingers and demonstrating- “and then you put your lips on the mouth piece and inhale. It’s more intense than smoking a joint, though, so keep that in mind.”

Peach Beomgyu slowly nods as he watches. 

“Are you ready?” Mary Jane asks, tilting her head. Peach Beomgyu blushes, but nods, taking the bong into his hands. It really was pretty, he thought. He didn’t want to fuck this up. 

Mary Jane smiles as she helps him, guiding his hands to where they belong. “Alright, put your mouth on. You can breathe through your nose,” she chuckles. Once he does, she flicks her lighter on, lighting the bowl. Steamy smoke begins to billow within the bong, and Mary Jane can’t help but grin excitedly. “Okay, now you can suck it up into your mouth and inhale.”

Beomgyu does as instructed, only to hold it shortly before coughing out a laugh. “Damn, that is different,” he chuckles breathlessly. 

“You did it!” Mary Jane cheers, beaming. Beomgyu takes another rip, holding it much longer now before he exhales, the smoke billowing from his lips. 

“I did,” he drawls with a smirk, passing her the bong. Mary Jane simply blinks for a moment, having imagined using her own. Still, she can’t resist. She swiftly takes the bong herself, taking a long rip before relaxing into the couch with a sigh. “I take it you like these, huh?” Beomgyu murmurs with amusement. Mary Jane only nods. 

The two continue like that until the bowl is all gone, melting into puddles on the couch. She begins to repack the bowl, mostly moving out of muscle memory. In her daze, mind left to her own devices, Mary Jane can’t help glancing over at Beomgyu. She doesn’t notice when she freezes in place. Beomgyu really was incredibly handsome. The straight slope of his nose, the way his eyelashes feather his cheeks (especially when he could barely keep his eyes open like now), his soft lips. She doesn’t even realize she’s staring until he calls her out. 

“Hey, Mary Jane? Earth to Mary Jane?” he drawls with a smirk, snapping her out of it. Mary Jane hums, perking up at attention. “What are you thinking about? You got all zoned out staring at me.”

Mary Jane feels her cheeks burn, turning to light the bowl. “Snacks. I’m starting to get the munchies,” she jokes, lying with ease. “I like to eat, you know…” she trails off with a playful look, gazing down at her plump body before looking back at him. She then lifts the bong to her lips. 

“Nothing wrong with that. Bet if I had a better appetite I’d have a lot more energy,” he chuckles, but Mary Jane doesn’t miss the way his gaze lingers on her figure. She was definitely curvy, large chest and round belly obvious with her form-fitting top. Not that he minded. He loved how plush and squishy she was when she had held him the day they met.

“That’s fair enough. I think the energy might be wasted on a lazy stoner like me, though,” she retorts, smoke let loose with every word. Though there’s something between them now, some elephant in the room. Mary Jane doesn’t know if it’s just the purple haze, or wishful thinking, but the air feels different now that she's noticed his gaze. 

“Nothing is wasted on you,” Beomgyu says automatically. Mary Jane’s eyes widen. She quickly searches his face, only for him to blush when he feels her examine him. “What?” he murmurs, much more softly. 

“Nothing. That was just really sweet. And I don’t know… something just feels different…” she answers quietly. Mary Jane was a lot of things, but tight-lipped wasn’t really one of them. She hated silence, she hated walking on egg shells, she hated ignoring tension. 

“Different how?” Beomgyu asks, a hint of trepidation in his voice. 

Mary Jane can’t help but sigh, giving him an earnest look. “You really want to know?” she questions, peering back at him skeptically. 

“...Well, now I’m nervous. But yeah,” he answers quietly, honest. 

“I find you attractive,” she confesses bluntly, looking back at him with a simple gaze. Beomgyu almost chokes on a breath. For a short moment, he just looks back into her eyes. Maybe Mary was wrong- maybe his gaze didn’t linger. Maybe she imagined it. He doesn’t say anything at first, wordlessly taking his bong back for another rip. Mary Jane watches him in silence as his eyes flutter shut, little clouds of white slipping from his mouth. “...Beomgyu?” Mary Jane murmurs tentatively, tilting her head. 

“Hmmm?” Beomgyu hums lazily, eyes slowly blinking open. 

“I’m interested in you. I guess I didn’t really ask anything, but I thought you might comment,” she chuckles. Despite the blush on her cheeks and the way her heart fluttered, she still lets out a little joke as if she weren’t shaking in her boots. 

“Oh, yeah…” he murmurs, blinking slowly as he gives her a once over. “You’re pretty cute yourself.” Mary Jane can’t really read his expression. After burying all his time in books, he wasn’t very skilled with flirting. Still, she smiles at his compliment. 

“Yeah? Just cute?” she murmurs with a smirk, plucking the bong from his hands once more to have some more herself. Once she inhales, she sets the bong down. “How cute?” she teases, leaning in with that same smirk, smoke escaping her nose. 

Beomgyu gulps. She looked like a sexy dragon sizing him up. It only made him feel even smaller and more helpless under her gaze. “...uh, very?” he mumbles, almost inaudible. As Mary watches him fluster, she’s only emboldened more. The high alleviates some of her inhibitions, and she’s more playful than usual.

She takes a hit without ever taking her eyes off of him, before leaning closer. “Cute enough to kiss?” she purrs, lips hovering mere inches from his. The scent of the warm smoke brushing against his lips makes his breath hitch. It’s all Beomgyu can do to nod, cheeks nearly flushed scarlet. When his eyes drift down to her lips, snake bites glinting in the light, Mary Jane realizes he likes them. And with that, she captures his lips in hers, exhaling the smoke into his mouth. 

She pulls back with a satisfied smirk, reclining against the couch cushions as she keeps her gaze intent on him. He lets out a shaky breath, the smoke slowly slipping past his parted lips. He just looked stunned, as if nothing were going on in that head of his. Frozen in place, he watched her with doe eyes. “Maybe next time we get high, baby,” she begins, looking at him with darker eyes, “I can take care of you. Make you feel good when your body isn’t hurting, hun. But sober you will have to decide on that,” she asserts.

Beomgyu feels a shiver course through him, face burning more than the hot smoke in his lungs. Take care of him? His body? He almost couldn’t wrap his head around what she was suggesting. Still, she was pretty, and it was hard to say no. He quietly nods, peering back at her like a puppy. Shit, he was supposed to smart. This stupid fucking weed was making him dumb. “...okay. I’ll think about it.”

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It’s not until the following day, when Beomgyu has sobered up, that Mary Jane hears from him. “Hello?”

“Mary Jane?” a voice calls from the other side. She’d recognize that voice anywhere at this point. 

“Yeah?” 

He’s quiet for a bit, trying to pick the right words. “I… I’m sober now,” ends up being what slips out.

Mary Jane chuckles. “I should hope so,” she jokes smoothly, ignoring the quickening pace of her heart. “What does sober Beomgyu have to say?”

“...I want to try it,” he murmurs shyly, almost a mumble. He doesn’t know why it’s so hard to get the words out, she can’t even see him. But her voice alone was enough to make him weak in the knees.

Mary Jane is silent for a moment. “Are you sure? I don’t want to take advantage of you, baby,” she clarifies, slipping the pet name out to sober him for the first time without thinking. 

It makes his heart do a flip. “Yeah, I’m sure. You introduced me to new things before… I trust you,” he says automatically, the words seeming to come back to him. Mary Jane can’t help but smirk to herself. Maybe he really did want this. 

“Alright, Beom. Bring an overnight bag and I can take care of you tonight,” she instructs, and Beomgyu instinctively nods. She can’t even see him; what is he doing? 

“Okay. Tonight?” he murmurs, voice still a bit shaky. Mary Jane can just imagine him fidgeting with his sleeves on the other side of the phone. 

“Tonight.”

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Beomgyu fusses with his hair as he stands on her doorstep that evening, procrastinating knocking. He felt like this girl might eat him alive. She was ostracized from the village for a reason... but the way she made him feel, as if blending into a blissful harmony with the world around him in a way he never had before, was too tempting to resist. He never felt unsafe around Mary Jane, only nervous about the unknown.

Finally, he musters up the courage to knock.

"Beom!" Mary Jane beams, eyes lit up with excitement as she throws open the door. "You came."

"Mary Jane," he mirrors with a smile, "I did." He follows her into the cottage, putting his bag down by the couch.

"So, have you eaten dinner already, hun?" Mary drawls, already halfway to the kitchen.

"Ah! No, not yet..." he explains sheepishly, gently scratching the side of his neck.

Mary Jane smirks. "Well, lucky for you, I have prepared a fabulous meal," she declares playfully, mimicking a posh accent. It isn't even that funny on its own, but something about Mary's unapologetic corniness was endearing. Beomgyu can't help letting a chuckle slip.

"Well, I'd be honored," he responds softly, playing along. He follows Mary Jane to the kitchen, helping bring the dishes and silverware to the table. "You didn't cook weed in any of this, did you?"

Mary Jane laughs. "No, no, that's for dessert," she jokes. She carefully carries her pot of spaghetti to the table, oven mitts shielding her hands.

"More of your infamous brownies? I can't believe you ever gave one of those to Blueberry Kai," he teases, setting their places. Mary Jane scoffs, jaw dropping in a scandalized smile as she takes her spot opposite him.

"I didn't realize that if I don't wear gloves, everything I bake gets contaminated with weed! It wasn't on purpose!" she insists, placing her oven mitts aside.

"Likely story," Beomgyu murmurs with a smirk, eyeing her skeptically. "Are you sure you didn't just want to get someone else hooked so you can have stoner friends?"

Mary Jane's jaw drops into that baffled grin again, a sputtering sound of disbelief slipping past her lips. "You're a stoner too, now! I hope you remember that!" she retorts.

"Yeah, and it's all because you groomed me to be," he teases again, now just happy to push her buttons. Mary Jane just scoffs, rising from her seat to serve them both a good amount of spaghetti.

"Don't tempt me. If you keep treating me like a criminal, I might as well have the fun of enjoying the crime," she smirks, sitting back down with a satisfied grin and a glimmer in her eye. Suddenly, Beomgyu felt a shiver go down his spine.

"F-fine..." he stutters, a bit thrown by her flirty look. He quickly shovels some spaghetti in his mouth, eyes settled on his plate rather than her.

"You can dish it but you can't take it, huh?" Mary giggles, taking a bite of her own. Beomgyu looks back at her with a slight blush, shaking his head.

The two continue to eat their respective meals in silence for a bit, until Mary Jane remembers their earlier conversation. "Hey, Beomgyu," she whispers, quieter than before.

He hums, lifting his head to look back at her with clueless eyes.

"You said I could take care of you tonight. You know what I meant, right?" she asks, looking back at him plainly. "I meant sex."

Beomgyu sputters again, nearly choking on the bit of spaghetti still in his mouth. He's certain that the tips of his ears are glowing red now. He grimaces with his lips in a tight line, nodding as a strangled "mhm" sounds from his throat.

Mary Jane can't help but chuckle at his reaction. "Sorry, I just wanted to make sure... You were high when I suggested it," she jokes, shrugging. She takes her plate then, standing and carrying it off to the sink.

Beomgyu scarfs down the rest of his meal before following her meekly, trying his best to ignore his burning face. "Thank you," Mary Jane smiles, carefully taking his plate to wash off alongside her own.

"I should thank you... You're the one who made me dinner," he murmurs softly, reaching over to try and take the sponge. Mary Jane tsks, pushing him aside with her shoulder.

"You're a guest. It's two plates and a pot, I can manage," she reassures with a chuckle, before gesturing with a flick of her head. "Go ahead and have a brownie. Treat time," she smirks.

Peach Beomgyu certainly won't turn down an intoxicating treat. He takes one of the brownies sitting on the counter, letting out a happy sigh after his first bite. It doesn't take long for Mary Jane to finish up the dishes and have one as well.

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"Let's go get ready for bed," she suggests, giving Beomgyu a questioning look to which he simply nods.

Peach Beomgyu grabs his cute duffel bag, peachy-pink like everything else he owns, and follows Mary Jane down the hall to her room. "Ah, where's your bathroom..?" Beomgyu asks meekly.

"Right here, first door on the left," she explains with a soft smile. Beomgyu nods gratefully, slipping inside with his things.

Mary Jane makes it the rest of the way to her room, butterflies settling in her chest. Beomgyu brought his bag into the bathroom with him, so he must be getting ready. He'd probably be gone long enough for her to get changed into pajamas of her own.

Mary Jane grabs a sheer purple nightie, lacy trim on the edges. In reality, she never wears cute shit like this to bed- who did? But Beomgyu didn't have to know that she normally slept in a huge tee and ratty old sweatpants. Those weren't so sexy. Tonight, she'd look at least a little alluring. Hopefully.

Meanwhile, Beomgyu is having his own wardrobe doubts in the bathroom. He was in completely regular pajamas- a white tank top and plaid pajama bottoms. But still, he couldn't help his shyness. Beomgyu nearly always wore long sleeves and covered as much skin as possible for fear of his bruises attracting unwanted attention. As he looks himself in the mirror, so many conflicting feelings come bubbling to the surface of his gut. He gulps, steeling himself to exit the bathroom.

When Mary Jane hears the door open, she looks up with excitement, only to be met with the vulnerable look in Beomgyu's eyes. She can hardly take it- it's like her heart is clenched in his fist. She immediately coos. "Oh, Beom, come here," she whispers, perched atop her bed.

Beomgyu blushes as he sees her body veiled in lilac, plump and round. He nods, hesitating for a moment before closing the distance to join her. It doesn't take any time at all for Mary Jane to open her arms to him, pulling him up against her.

Beomgyu lets out a shaky breath. "Sorry, I just... don't let people see the bruises much," he confesses in a whisper. Mary Jane nods, gently petting his hair as he settles in her hold.

"You're very handsome. I'm pretty lucky to have the viewing pleasure," she reassures in a playful whisper. Beomgyu can't help but chuckle at her flirty words.

"Leave it to you to hit on me at such a moment," he snarks. Still, it's a bit hard to keep his head straight at this point. The brownie is starting to kick in, blood abuzz. He instinctively nuzzles his face into her shoulder as he leans against her, the sensation of her silky skin against his fuzzy cheek pleasant. Her large breasts are nearly an inch from his face, and he's trying really hard to ignore that fact and not freak out.

Mary Jane giggles. "Maybe if you saw yourself the way I do, you'd understand how hard it is to keep my mouth shut," she whispers, gently stroking his back. She smiles down at him, his pretty brown eyes magnetic. "But I suppose I could show you..?" she suggests softly.

Peach Beomgyu blushes at her cheeky suggestion, gulping once more. He looks up at her with a curious gaze, head still resting atop her shoulder. "Show me?" he repeats under his breath.

Mary Jane nods, smiling sweetly despite the darker spark in her eyes. "Did the edible hit, baby? How do you feel?" she whispers, glancing down to his bruised arm. She gently caresses the spot, carefully gauging his reaction. "Does it hurt?"

Beomgyu shakes his head, sucking in a shaky breath. "No... not sore," he whispers.

That's all Mary Jane needs to hear, swiftly lowering him onto his back so he's reclining atop her pillows. Beomgyu's breath hitches as he's nearly manhandled by the smaller woman, though she's probably twice his weight. Maybe she's really just shorter.

Mary Jane giggles when as she notices his stunned reaction. "Relax, baby. Just gonna make you feel good," she murmurs comfortingly, moving in to lay beside him. Beomgyu gulps again, but nods.

Once he's relaxed a bit more, Mary Jane leans in to begin trailing kisses down his jaw. She hums, the soft scent of peaches surrounding her as she drags her lips over his skin. "You're much sweeter than me," she whispers, lips curled up in a grin as her path leads her to his sensitive neck. His peach fuzz stands at end, a shaky gasp escaping his throat.

"Mary Jane..." he whispers, hands instinctively lifting up to hold onto her by his side. She doesn't let up, continuing to trail gentle, loving kisses along his flesh.

She can't help but giggle at his half-hearted protest. "What? It's true! Peaches smell better than pot," she teases, kissing her way down to the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

Beomgyu can only groan, too weak to protest in his dazed state. The combination of the high dizzying his mind and the overwhelming sensations of her playing with some of the most sensitive spots on his body is simply too much to bear.

Mary Jane hums in response, making her way down his shoulder. Beomgyu is hardly paying attention to what she's doing, just along for the ride. Mary Jane coats him in kisses, making her way from one bruise to the next, gently worshiping his marred skin. "You're gorgeous," she whispers sweet praises, taking her time to appreciate every piece of him. The high heightens every sensation, each touch all Beomgyu can comprehend in his daze.

By the time she reaches his hand, trailing kisses over his knuckles one by one, Beomgyu can't help but whimper. No one has ever spoiled him with this much attention before.

Mary Jane smiles, peering back at his face with loving eyes. "What is it, baby? Am I going too slow?" she whispers, unabashed affection in her eyes. It makes his heart skip a beat as he swallows.

"N-no... I just... I didn't think you'd be so sweet..." he mumbles, shyly averting his gaze. Mary Jane was normally so playful and cheeky, and here she was doting on him like he were the most precious man in the world.

Mary Jane can't help but laugh at his words. "I can be mean?" she whispers with a teasing look, to which Beomgyu's eyes widen. He frantically shakes his head. "That's what I thought," she finishes with a smirk.

Once she finishes pressing little pecks to the tips of each of his fingers, she swiftly moves to straddle his lap. "No pain?" she whispers, to which he nods. She carefully rests his arm on the bed once more before lifting its opposite, starting from the tips of his fingers to kiss her way back up his body. Beomgyu shivers as her soft lips trace his body, a shaky breath escaping him. Mary Jane hums with pleasure while mapping his body.

Eventually Mary Jane has made it all the way back to his neck. She presses her lips beneath his jaw, caressing his skin lovingly. Beomgyu sighs, eyes fluttering open to give her a pleading look. Mary Jane nearly freezes when she sees it. Still, she's determined to do this properly. She kisses her way along his jaw and cheek to complete her path before finally giving him what he wants.

Mary Jane captures his lips in hers, the sudden action after all the anticipation stunning Beomgyu for a moment. It takes a second for his dazed mind to catch up to whats happening, to which he finally returns her kiss, arms slipping up around her waist. Mary Jane can't help but sigh against his lips, relaxing into his arms.

Beomgyu feels his stomach do a little flip when she hears her breathy sigh. The sound was so intimate, soft, vulnerable. He instinctively kisses her with greater need, and it doesn't take long for Mary Jane to catch on and part her lips. "Damn, baby," she purrs between kisses, softly licking at his bottom lip. Beomgyu can only groan in response.

The sound makes Mary Jane's eyes darken as a possessive sort of hunger flares up inside her. Fuck, his voice sounded hot. Once allowed entrance to his mouth, her tongue curls around his. She's greedy for dominance, and Beomgyu doesn't seem to care, just soaking it all up. At the feeling of her tongue dancing with his, Beomgyu lets out moan, slowly losing his inhibitions as the weed and lust cloud his mind.

If Mary Jane wasn't wet before, she certainly was now. She groans, quickly breaking their kiss to hastily undress him. "Let me take this off?" she whispers, breath heavy as she pulls back to grab the hem of his tank top. Beomgyu gulps, simply nodding with red cheeks and parted lips.

Mary Jane wants to rip the damned garment off, but she is too smart for that. She couldn't hurt Beomgyu. So she instead carefully removes it from his body, helping him shimmy out of it with her jaw set. It was taking all her self control not to pounce on him completely, and she wondered if he knew it. Once he's left bare, tender chest and bruised side visible, Mary Jane can't help but curse. "Fuck, you're so beautiful," she sighs, gently kissing each newly exposed bruise.

Beomgyu blushes as he opens his mouth to speak, only to gasp when she licks a stripe up his chest. It was much lewder than the delicate kisses of before, and he shudders. "Oh, Jesus, Mary Jane," he pleads softly, holding her a bit tighter. Mary Jane feels his cock twitch beneath her, and it only spurs her on further.

At this point, Mary Jane's mind is blank, simply indulging in her impulses. She licks and sucks at his skin, leaving little hickeys to bloom across his chest. He can feel the vibrations of her hums through his skin. At a particularly harsh suck, Beomgyu whimpers, hips stuttering beneath her. "Fuck, baby, you taste like heaven," she whispers against his skin, finally climbing off his lap to begin her descent.

It takes all of Beomgyu's self control not to squirm as her searing hot lips trail down his abdomen. At this point he's perpetually breathless, panting beneath her touch. "Mary Jane, please..." he begs softly, the lack of friction where he needs it beginning to ache.

"Relax baby, I've got you," she whispers, finally making her way down to his waistband. "May I?" she asks, meeting his eyes. When he nods clumsily, she helps him kick his pants and boxers right off, hard dick slapping his stomach. Her mouth is already watering at the sight.

"Fuck, look at this cute cock," she purrs, carefully taking him into her hand. Pretty pink tip and swollen with need, she wants to taste him right there. So she does.

Beomgyu lets out a soft cry when Mary Jane licks his tip, quickly grabbing onto her hair. "Mary!"

Mary Jane can't help but giggle as he squirms beneath her. "Sorry, baby, you taste like peaches and cream," she whispers, pressing an affectionate peck to his tip before releasing him. She moves to straddle his hips once more, hovering over his lap. "Don't want you to hate this wonderful body of yours anymore," she sighs, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead.

Beomgyu doesn't know whether to laugh or cry when she ambushes him with such sweet words after saying something so filthy. His hands settle on her hips as he peers back up at her with blown-out eyes. "I... I won't..." he whispers, gulping.

Mary Jane smiles, nodding. After a moment, she lifts herself up a bit, slipping off her panties. Beomgyu gulps. "Mary Jane... you're sure?" he whispers, searching her eyes. Mary Jane's heart immediately melts. She was the one taking him, and he was still trying to make sure.

"More certain than I've ever been," she whispers, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. "Want to milk that pretty cock of yours, baby," she purrs against his lips, explicit words in contrast of her sickeningly sweet tone. All Beomgyu can do is gulp and whimper while he feels his cock throb. "Are you sure?"

Peach Beomgyu nods, face flushed scarlet. "Yeah," he whispers. "Mary Jane, I want you," he confesses for the first time.

Mary Jane can't help but smirk, his words going straight to her ego. She reaches down to align him with her dripping entrance, eyes locked with his. "Fill me up, baby," she whispers with a lopsided grin, before finally taking him in. Her walls are snug around him as she bottoms out, lower lip drawn between her teeth. Beomgyu lets out a deep moan, head fallen back against the pillows as he squeezes his eyes shut. It takes all his self control not to buck his hips. "Fuck, you fill me up so good."

"Please move," Beomgyu whimpers, fingers digging into her hips as he struggles to stay still. Mary Jane can't help but giggle as she looks down at him. She had this effect on him? It was too good to be true. Experimentally, she softly rolls her hips, gaze intent on his face as she toys with him. Beomgyu's hips stutter in response as he whimpers, hazy eyes slowly fluttering open to give her a pleading look.

Those puppy eyes were her weakness.

"Don't worry baby, I've got you," she coos, resting her hands on his shoulders to brace herself before she rides him. Her purple nightie sways with her movements, though the sheer material leaves nothing to the imagination. Her large breasts bounce as she finds a rhythm, walls fluttering around him. At this point, he's crossfaded- high and pussy-drunk.

Wanton, unrestricted moans fill the cottage as the two chase their high. Beomgyu gradually begins to meet her movements, hitting Mary Jane at a new angle that makes her see stars. "Fuck!" she gasps, walls clamping down around him. The bed creaks with each move of their joined hips.

"Mary Jane, I'm-" Beomgyu starts, but she doesn't need to hear a syllable more before she interrupts.

"Cum, baby, fill me up," she commands, voice stern and commanding despite being strained from breathlessness. Beomgyu whimpers, nearly there.

Determined to take him over the threshold, Mary Jane leans in, capturing his lips in hers. She sucks on his tongue, swallowing his moans as their movements reach a crescendo. It doesn't take more than a couple more thrusts for Beomgyu to burst.

A flood of warmth fills Mary Jane and she shudders, the sensation of his release bringing her ecstasy. But even more than that, it's the whine that escapes Beomgyu with his release that breaks her. With a deep guttural moan from within her chest Mary Jane reaches her peak, walls pulsing and fluttering around Beomgyu's sensitive cock. The two ride out their overlapping highs, hips clumsy. Their foreheads fall together as they part for air, equally panting.

Waves of euphoria pass through them both before the exertion catches up to them. Mary Jane slumps atop Beomgyu with a shudder, slowly catching her breath.

"Holy shit," Beomgyu whispers. Mary Jane opens her eyes just to see his beautiful post-orgasm glow, fucked-out expression on his face. She can't help but grin.

"You look so fucking delicious," she whispers, voice a little hoarse from their previous activity.

Beomgyu would blush at the praise if he weren't already beet red. "So do you," he whispers.

Mary Jane slowly sits up again, hissing as she climbs off his lap. The emptiness is immediately upsetting, but she can't keep him forever. Slowly she slips her hand beneath her dress, fingers swiping up some of his peachy release. She licks her fingers clean with a hum of satisfaction, relaxing atop his lap.

Beomgyu groans at the sight. She had no shame.

-

authors note: idk how did i do guys? should i never write smut again? did you jerk off to this? did any of my shitty jokes land? happy new year. if i find any mistakes or typos i might edit the post. gonna go get high now

[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

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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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