#about the length of your index finger; maybe bigger; and as thick as a thumb is wide

[n1et]

I made myself hot chocolate from scratch today. It was really nice; reminded me a bit of my trips with my godfather.

#when I was little #around 8 to 11 I think; tho it might have been a year in each direction #my god father; who's a headmaster in a prestigious opera song academy in Leon; would take me on trips #I was wit him in greace; Athens rodos and some other islands I forgot about #and I once traveled to the carabean #we'd always stay at either a cheap motel he rented day of; or at one of his girl friend's houses; they were always very sweet #he was a closested gay #it was a kind of open secret; I think the person it bothered most was him #but I remember each morning I would get a big bowl sized glass #cup? #one of those bowl cups #it was yellow #thinking about it now; my grandfather has an almost identical one; just not as glossy #of hot choco #made in a pot #from local chocolate bars #little tubes of compacted coco powder; with some; but little coco butter #about the length of your index finger; maybe bigger; and as thick as a thumb is wide #she'd grind it with a little zester type grinder; the small flat ones with a handle #sometimes I'd help #it was really nice #I got really nostalgic making myself choco #with dark chcolate bars and coco powder and sugar #and just a little bit of butter and cream #to be honest; the coco I drank then was objectively disappointing #the chocolate never incorporated cleanly and it was good; but nothing amazing #but the feeling of it #the context and the fact it was made by a caring host #it really made it great #and today I could show that same kind of love to myself again

[obitohno]

[ k i n k t o b e r ]

open wide

draken x reader

synopsis ⤸

draken assures you that it will fit.

themes ⤸

gn! reader, 18+, oral sex, male! receiving, blowjobs, handjobs, masturbation, deepthroating, throat training, giving head, facials, pet names, fluff, timeskip! draken

word count ⤸

1k (unedited)

a/n ⤸

part two of kinktober! this is pretty self-indulgent bc idk, this kind of concept is so hot to me?? i also don't write about draken enough, so maybe this is a sign that i should start to... anyways, pls reblog if you enjoy ♡

reblogs are appreciated ~

draken knows that he’s bigger than most. 

he’s always been the tallest, the strongest, and now, with you knelt between his legs, he listens to you coo about how thick he is, too. 

he thinks it’s cute, watching as your fingers curl around his swelling girth, pumping up the length, and back down again, mesmerised by the sight of the blunt, round edge of his tip disappearing beneath his foreskin, before you slowly tug it free again. his hips roll, heavy balls pressed tight to your hand before he withdraws, dragging the bumpy surface of his cock along the palm of your hand. 

enthralled, you watch the way that his mouth drops open when your thumb dips over his slit, catching the sap that dribbles from his hole and spreading it down and over the sensitive skin of his frenulum. his breath stutters, the muscles of his abdomen tensing under your touch, and his toes curl into the plush surface of the carpet. 

‘ken,’ you breathe, lips tickling along the inside of his thigh. it tickles, and his chest heaves as he expels a deep laugh that has your cheeks warming. your grin is pressed to his hipbone next, the tip of your index finger gently brushing over the light smattering of freshly trimmed hair, the dark hue matching that of his natural colour. ‘ken—kenny—can i—?’ 

he hums down at you, resting his weight on the palm of his hand as he uses it to prop him upright. his other hand comes to stroke over your cheek, and he smiles, the crooked upward tilt of the corner of his mouth making your insides turn to jelly. you’re hesitating, which only widens his grin as he coos down at you, ‘c’mon, baby, use your words. what’d you want?’ 

you’re all coy now, nose crinkling with embarrassment, but still, you say, ‘wanna taste you, ken.’ you peer at him through your lashes, your fist instinctively tightening around his girth when it twitches beneath your fingers. 

‘y-yeah?’ he’s beside himself, anticipation already excitedly bubbling within his stomach. ‘s’that what you want?’

‘please.’ 

your lips are already brushing over the tip of him, your tongue flattening over his slit and lapping at his essence. his wanton groan encourages the soft press of your lips to his frenulum, a sharp hiss sucked between his lips. once again, his hips roll, and he chokes a quiet laugh when his head drags over your bottom lip. 

‘open up.’ 

obediently, your lips part, and his cock is soon engulfed within the heat of your mouth, your eyes fluttering shut when his engorged tip traces over the flat of your tongue. 

the taste of him is heady, the ghosting of salt clinging to the insides of your cheeks. he’s not the first that you’ve tasted, and yet, you already know that you’re addicted to the transparent sap that leaks onto your tastebuds, the vibrations of your approving moan travelling along the length of him and spreading across his abdomen. his muscles tense, and he’s enamoured by the wide stretch of your jaw, lips strained around his girth.

he throbs, erection jerking against the roof of your mouth and tickling at your uvula, and in return, you gag, loudly, his prick quickly exiled from your mouth, eyes shimmering with newly formed tears. immediately, he’s sitting upright, his fingers brushing through your hair, as he asks, ‘you good, baby?’ 

your bottom lip actually trembles. 

‘s’too big, ken. it won’t fit.’ 

he almost laughs aloud. it’s ridiculously adorable, the way that your lashes wetly blink up at him, tongue shoved to the inside of your cheek as you taste the remnants of him. he tuts, ‘course it will. just gotta practice.’ 

you eye the width of him with a dubious frown marring the space between your brows.  

‘c’mon, baby, i’ll help you.’ 

you allow him to claim home inside your mouth once more, his hips slowly inching forward as your mouth stretches around him a second time. halfway, your throat begins to constrict, and again, tears furiously bite at the corners of your eyes. you guzzle around him, spittle dribbling down your chin, eyes widening as your hands scramble to find purchase on his thighs. 

‘breathe,’ he murmurs, voice strained. he lovingly strokes a thumb over your throat, and the pressure forces you to swallow around him. the sensation of your throat bobbing around his length entices a groan that is stuttered from his lungs, and when your throat eventually starts to loosen, the remaining inches of him are stuffed far past the barrier of your lips, and the tip of your nose presses to his abdomen. nostrils flaring, you inhale the musk of him, a whimper fluttering its way out of your mouth, muffled by the jerking of his cock. 

slowly, he carefully guides his cock out of the inferno of your mouth, before watching you ease him back inside, your tongue flicking over his frenulum for a third time. you’re a sight to behold, he thinks, with your mouth stuffed full, eyelashes prettily blinking a trickle of tears down the curve of your cheeks. 

shamefully, it only takes another drag or two before his abdomen is tingling with the telltale sign of his fast approaching climax. for a reason unknown to him, he panics, and in doing so, his cock is all but ripped from between your swollen lips, and the spray of translucent sap that secretes from his slit is splattering, painting a mess all over your face. 

he gapes, panting hard as something akin to bemusement draws his brows together. 

‘fuck, baby—you okay?’ 

your small smile is dazed, blissed, and even with a dollop of thick, ropey seed dribbling dangerously close to your eyelid, he thinks you’re the loveliest he’s ever seen you. 

your thumb smears a streak of white from your cheek to the inside of your mouth, and he actually moans along with you. ‘so good, kenny,’ you slur sweetly, grinning up at him. 

pathetically, his softening cock weakly twitches against his thigh, and he gently swipes his thumb over your cum-stained lips. something akin to pride is swelling in his chest, expanding his lungs with a low groan as he hunches, spine curving to reach as his lips mould to the shape of yours. he kisses you once, twice, and then he’s chuckling breathlessly, licking at the taste of himself that lingers on your tongue. 

‘told you it’d fit.’ 

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[tipsydipsydo]

The hands of a sinner 🔥 [M]

Pairing: Dom! Jungkook x Sub! Reader

Gender of the Reader: male

(The Version of this Idea with a female reader could be found here!)

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: Smut!

Warnings: Filthy Language; even filthier is the Dirty Talk; Dom-/Sub-Themes; Hand Kink + Tattoo Kink = Jungkook Hand Tattoos(!!!); Petnames (like Babyboy, little Prince etc.); Daddy-Kink; a freaking lot of teasing; Jungkook is the biggest tease in the international history (he's literally Satan!); Handjob; Cockmilking; kind of a Cum-Kink by Kookie (?); different mentions of Blowjobs

A/N: Just realize how damn sexy his hand tattoos are... even when I don't have usually a really big (kinky) thing for Tattoos, especially not on Hands! But... it's Jungkook. That should be explaination enough!

[Info]: Well... I’m pretty embarrassed and I’m so sorry (really hunny!!) to forgot where I got the inspiration from and WHICH LITTLE DEVIL AWAKE THIS DEEP DESIRE AND THIS KINK IN ME! IT WAS @sugarly-laysa​!!! (I think “I didn’t want to remember it” because your Scenario turned me way too much on... Take this poor excuse as a compliment Sweetheart xD 💕)

Well, you can find the inspiration material aka the work of a very talented devil here! (be aware, it’s a scenario for female! Readers, I just customised my own fic for male! Readers too ;D)

Summary: Since Jungkook got his hand tattoos, you've found out that they have a stronger effect on you than you would like it. You also have good reasons not to tell him that you are developing a kink for his tattoos. And exactly these reasons getting confirmed...

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"Hm, Baby? Why didn't you tell me that you like my tattoos that much?" Jungkook whispers in an teasing tone and laughs softly as you gasp for a breath and observe his calm right hand on your thigh like you're hypnotized, only his thumb draws small circles on your clothed skin. A gesture that's supposed to "calm you down", but it does the exact opposite, causes that your breathing only gets quicker and you have to bite your lower lip in order not to let the whimpering, that is in your throat, comes over your lips.

You really can't remember how you got into this situation right now... but it has something to do with your intense stare at Jungkook's tattooed right hand. Perhaps also with the dirty thoughts that you had in your mind right at that moment and maybe caused that your cheeks had turned bright red without you noticing.

In any case, you are now with your back to the head of your bed, a Jungkook who's kneeling above you with a knowing smirk and this damn hand, which has put so many indecent thoughts in your head, is laying on your thigh and is just waiting for it to ruin you.

"T-This here was the reason! I k-knew you would tease the shit out of me and wouldn't let me live with it anymore!", you reply with a trembling voice and press your lips together to let these sinful moans and whimpers where they belongs to. In your mouth, and not to let them come over your lips and thus give Jungkook the pure satisfaction and complacency!

But Jungkook knows you, knows how to interpret your facial expressions all too well, especially in situations like this, and he also knows all your other soft spots, which is why it really doesn't help to resist his charm. To your displeasure, you already know that you can't stand it for a longer time anymore.

His hand, exactly this very dangerous hand with all the seductive tattoos, is no longer just lying still on your leg, now it's sliding up your thigh. Slips cheekily under the waistband of your sweats and wander extremely slowly into the direction of the center between your legs. You involuntarily hold your breath, longingly expect that his hand will lie on your clothed bulge that already arised under your boxer briefs or maybe even let his hand slip into them. But his hand stops at the top of your bare thigh, so that a frustrated whimper leaves your mouth.

"After such a long period of abstinence so damn needy, Babyboy? If you had said earlier what I should do with this hand, you would have cum countless times with the help of this hand, my little Prince~", Jungkook whispers with a husky voice into your ear and chuckles at the end of the sentence again. A hot shiver chases down your spine as your boyfriend grabs your earlobe between his teeth and gently tuck on it, before he lets his lips wander down and spread hot kisses on your neck, sucks on your soft skin here and there and leave dark marks.

Meanwhile, your own desire rises immeasurably, little moans leaves your lips, you close your eyes and buck your hips helplessly and desperately up, in the hope that Jungkook will finally let his hand wander into the area where you need him the most. You can't get that damn last sentence out of your head. Then you would've come countless times with the help of this hand.

Fuck, how many times have you imagined how Jungkook could give you a handjob with this hand, with those damn sexy tattoos on the back of his hand and on his knuckles. These deliciously long fingers wrapped around your rock hard, precum leaking cock.

A high moan leaves your throat when suddenly the tips of the fingers of this specific hand caress and tease your clothed bulge, let the tip of his index finger travel around your erection. A deep growl can be heard from Jungkook.

"Fuck! Baby, already so hard? Already so damn ready to get your cock in Daddy's Hand? Getting jacked off by Daddy's Hand full of tattoos? Babyboy, I wanna see that expression of the emoji on my middle finger when I'm torturing the crown of your dick with these fingers and gonna make you cum for me~"

His dirty talk shoots directly into your abdomen, makes this ball of pure pleasure bigger and bigger and therefore makes you more and more restless and needy. "Please...", runs from your lips. You can no longer withstand his touches, his words and certainly not his fantasies about what he wants to do with you. Damn Jungkook!

"Please what? You have to say what you want in proper sentences, my sweetest honeyboy~"

Your cheeks turns into a deeper shade of red than they already are. "P-Please take me finally into your hand! I want you to wrap your hand around my h-hard cock, jack me off and let me cum on your hand... please!"

You whimper and buck your pelvis into his palm, to find some friction and with it, some relief. Jungkook suck sharply a breath in.

"Fuck, you want that? You want me to jerk you off until you shoot your load of cum over my tattoos?" A loud whine fills the room, you furrow your eyebrows together and nod violently, rubbing yourself against Jungkook's hand. "Yes, yes, yes Daddy! I-I wanna cum all over your tattoos and make them all dirty! Please let me cum on your hand!"

Some curses comes out of Jungkook's mouth, suddenly his hand is gone from the hot center between your legs, making you groan out of frustration.

But this tone of your voice changes very quickly into a surprised one, turns the frustrated groan into a squeak, since Jungkook pulls with two rough yanks at first the pair of grey sweats and then your boxer briefs down, that already has a dark stain of precum in the fabric.

Now your lower half is completely exposed in front of him and instinctively you want to put your hands over your almost painfully hard erection. But Jungkook is faster.

"Nuh, nuh, nuh! Not so shy, my darling! You just begged me to milk that cock of yours dry only a few minutes ago~", he growls with an unreadable devilish smile on his lips and grabs with both hands your wrists and pull your own hands gently, but still determinant from your crotch away.

Licks his lips at the sight of your rock hard dick, tip is angry red and glistening full of precum. He smirks at you arrogantly, but this kind of arrogance that only let your cock twitch even more.

To prevent you from covering your delicious hard cock again and closing your legs, he gives you in a steel hard tone the instruction to behave and then places himself between your legs, sits on his calves. Spreads his own legs, on which your own legs are laid, a little bit more, so that you're now completely exposed and lying open in front of him. Your dick jerk at bit at Jungkook's intense stare and your balls are tightly snacked up to your body, seems to be full of all this delicious cum your Daddy loves to swallow when he sucks you off.

With his left hand he supports himself on the headboard and now let his right hand slides down of the inside of your left thigh, until his palm lies on your pubic bone and his thumb gently massages with small circles over the base of your erection.

Whimpering, you're moving forward with your hips, looking for more friction, for touching, just for more! "Please, Kook! Don't tease me!"

"But it's so hot to tease you... to make my stubborn babyboy all whiny just for me~" You're about to start begging for real to get finally jerked off by him, but in that moment he moves his hand down and wrap his hand around the thick length of your dick and squeeze it gently, knows too well how you just like it. Loves it.

But before he finally going to fulfill this wish of yours, it's still too interesting to see how you react to other plays of his fingers. Like how you flinch and what cute moans he's able to elict from your lips when he rubs the pads of his fingertips over the soft skin of your balls and your perineum.

"D-Daddy, please! I-I need your fingers, your tongue, just something! I need something of you around my cock, p-please!", you beg.

Your hands grabs at Jungkook's wrist, you think about to lead his hand back to your aching dick by yourself.

"So greedy, such a greedy and naughty boy I have here! To be honest, you should get a punishment for your impatient behavior, but this cock of yours looks so beautiful, so wet and messy just for me... I think I could get over it. But don't think I'll go down easy on you!", he wispers into your ear, when his fingers finds finally his way back to your hurting erection.

A moan full of relief left your lips and out of primal sexual instinct and need you're bucking your hips up, so his fist is rubbing over your length without Jungkook's intention.

"My Babyboy's cock is so needy and eager to have tattoed fingers wrapped around itself? So desperate, such a desperate and naughty little Prince I have here...", he groans in a deep voice.

"What about I'll let my thumb slide over your leaking tip? That angry red tip that just screams to get finally touched by me~"

As he is saying this, the pad of his thumb graze over the exact right spot of the crown of your dick and before you realize it, his fist moves up and down your length in a raging pace, almost violently. But in such a good way that it makes you scream. Massages all the perfect spots of your cock just in the right way, teasing your tip with every stroke, that let you see stars and your desire to grow infinitely.

"Baby, look! Look down on yourself! Look, how my hand full of tattoos jacking you off , how good your cock looks with my hand wrapped around ypu and what kind of a mess you already have here between your legs. I'm gonna ruin you so bad baby~"

As your eyes wander down between your legs, it feels like getting a punch of pleasure straight into your abdomen. He wasn't lying, not at all. It's so damn hot to see his tattooed hand between your thighs, fisting your cock, almost milking the cum out of your dick, thanks to his prutal pace of his handjob. The precum and the saliva he used to make your cock wonderful slidable for his torturing, are making lewd fapping sounds. The knot in your belly, full of lust, is getting bigger and bigger and is not far from bursting. Sounds come from your throat that you don't even know from yourself. And Jungkook also knows that you are not far from cumming.

"Hm? My little naughty Baby is already about to cum? So fast, just from a bit cockmilking? Just because you see Daddy's tattoed hand in a fist around that needy cock of yours? Wanna cum, Babyboy? Wanna cum all over Daddy's Hand, making Daddy's Tattoos all dirty by his Babyboy's white creamy cum? Being a dirty little Prince and make Daddy's Hand all messy from your seeds? Being a naughty and filthy Baby just for me and blow your load on my Hand?~ "

"Oh my God Jungkook! Oh my god, I-I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

"Come for me, Sweetie! Be a naughty Boy for Daddy and shoot your cum all over my hand~"

You only need two more strokes of his hand to spread all your cum over his hand and whining and sobbing out of pleasure and oversensitivity.

The movements of Jungkook's hand slows down and massaging your trembling and shaking legs gently with his other hand to give you some time to find yourself again. But your eyes snaps open, when you hear Jungkook unbuckles the belt of his jeans.

"Jungkook wha-"

"Well Baby, seeing you cumming on my hand was pretty hot and my own cock agrees to that. I think my Honeyboy could give me something back in return... how about a Blowjob while I lead your pretty head with exactly this hand here?", says Jungkook with a smile of satan on his lips and licking completely satiesfied your cum off the fingers of his right, tattoed hand.

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[star-spangled-steve]

His New Partner

Chapter 26: The Consummation

Series Masterlist

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 1787

Warnings: Smut, vaginal sex, oral sex, light fingering, nudity, cussing, fluff.

A/N: We’re now officially into the second half of this series! If you thought that the rest of it was going to be fluff, you’ve been terribly mistaken. But don’t worry, there will for sure be a happy ending!

“Not so fast!” The man spoke with a laugh before picking Y/N up bridal style right outside of their bedroom door. Steve, ever the traditionalist, knew how important it was to carry her over the threshold on the night of their wedding.

“Steve!” She giggled, latching her arms tighter around his thick neck. “Careful of the dress!”

“Sorry, doll,” he smirked as he readjusted his hands, trying to better gather the puffy white tulle, “but this is tradition.”

Y/N grinned. “Alright, alright. If you insist.”

The Captain then began to take large, overly steady steps in the couple’s room. He was obviously being extra to amuse his wife, and by the sound of her growing chuckle, had definitely succeeded. Especially when he began to hum the ‘Wedding March’.

“Honey!” She gasped after being not so carefully thrown onto the bed, puffing a piece of H/C hair out of her face.

Steve tried not to smile at her shocked look, failing miserably. “Whoops.” He stepped back to close their bedroom door, toeing off his glossy dress shoes and slipping off his socks. “Guess I just got too caught up in the moment, sweetheart. Too caught up in what we’re about to do.”

“Hm.” Y/N bit her lip, sitting up on her knees. “And what are we about to do exactly?” She asked him, already knowing the answer. If the sight of Steve’s bedroom eyes weren’t enough to give it away, then his bigger than usual bulge was sure to let her know.

“Consummate the marriage.” He answered, fingers toying with the neckline of Y/N’s off-the-shoulder dress. “Make everything official.”

She furrowed her eyebrows. “Does it still count as consummating when we’ve already had sex?”

Steve just shrugged, wanting to get down to business anyways. “To me it does.” He let his hands wander to the back of her wedding gown, thumb and index finger undoing the tiny clip that was above her zipper. “As beautiful as this dress is, and as perfect as you look wearing it, it’s time for it to come off.”

Y/N cocked her head to the side. “Funny thing, I don’t remember you being this horny when we first met.”

“S’just what you do to me, baby girl,” Steve began to unzip the bodice section, “can’t help it.”

Once completely undone, the gown pooled at her knees. This revealed her white lacy strapless bra, her white lacy thigh garter, and a pair of very interesting looking panties that her made her husband burst out in laughter.

“N/N!” He exclaimed with a huge grin. “You wore these to our wedding?”

“What?” She questioned innocently, glancing down at her Captain America themed underwear. “They’re my ‘something blue’... and white and red.”

Steve shook his head in delight. “What’re your other three objects then?”

“Well, my ‘something borrowed’ is this bracelet from Natasha.” Y/N took it off and put it on her nightstand, not wanting the other woman’s jewelry to get ruined during the upcoming activities. “My ‘something new’ is the dress, the shoes.” She then tossed her white stilettos to the floor, one at a time.

“And your ‘something old’?”

“Well,” the girl spoke as she began to undo Steve’s black bow tie, “that would have to be my darling husband.”

The man let out a boisterous laugh at her comment; the kind that he only did when he was alone with Y/N, or maybe with Bucky back when he was younger.

“I’m just joking,” she said with a smile, “the ‘something old’ was my hair clip.” She took the delicate piece out of her hair and placed it down as well, shaking her head side to side to let the bouncy curls fall.

Steve reached a hand up to her shiny locks, tucking a strand behind her ear with a dreamy sigh. “So fucking gorgeous, Y/N. So gorgeous.”

The girl wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her almost bare chest against his completely covered one. She placed a small kiss on his right cheek, then his left one, beaming up at her husband. “Language, Captain.”

“Oh, you little-” Steve stopped himself, shaking his head at her phrase. “I will spank you.” He threatened with what supposed to be a serious face, but the small gleam in his eye proved he was enjoying this just as much as Y/N.

She bit her lip in what she hoped was a seductive manner. “Please do.”

The man quickly raised his palm and landed a sharp smack on her panty-clad ass cheek, making the girl open her mouth for a yelp. But before any sound could get out, Steve’s lips were instantly on her own.

Y/N hummed when they separated, continuing to undo his half done up bow tie. “See, and I was thinking that you were getting tired of kissing me; after the amount of times the guests clinked the silverware and glasses tonight.”

“Never, doll.” Steve pressed another peck to her rosy lips, still feeling her fingers working on his tie. “Need help?” He asked when their mouths parted.

The actress shook her head. “Almost... done!” She exclaimed in joy when it was finally untied. “Now hold on.”

Y/N stepped completely out of her wedding dress, leaving it a crumpled ball on their king sized bed.

“Hold on for what?” Steve questioned, seeing her practically naked body run towards their door, undone bow tie in hand. “N/N. What are you doing, sweetie?”

The girl turned the handle and stuck her head out, checking left and right to make sure that no one was coming; wise, considering her lack of clothing.

“Doll!” The Captain whisper-shouted. “Someone could see you!” He saw her stick the tie out through the crack, and not a second later, slam the door closed with a giggle. “What did you do?”

Y/N rocked back and forth on her feet, doing a little excited dance. “I hung your tie on the door handle!” She continued to laugh as she stepped forward, unbuttoning her husband’s tuxedo jacket. “That way, everyone in the Compound will know what’s going on in here. Beautiful, passionate wedding night sex.”

 Steve shook his head with a grin. “Funny thing, I don’t remember you being this much of a trouble maker when we first met.”

His wife just shrugged as she threw his jacket onto the small table nearby, getting started on his black vest underneath. “Am not.” She added quietly, throwing that piece of clothing to the floor once it was completely unbuttoned.

“Whatever you say, babydoll.” The man responded, wrapping his arms around her waist and falling back onto their bed. This now made Y/N on top of him, and she carefully tossed her puffy white dress to the floor.

Steve brought his hands to her back and undid her strapless bra, adding it to the growing pile of discarded clothes. He noticed her beginning to unbutton his pants and waved his fingers through her hair, urging her to continue.

Y/N began to rub his semi-hard dick through his boxer briefs, making the man inhale breath. She slowly brought his cock out of its confines, stroking him up and down his length and pressing a small kiss to the tip.

“Fuck, baby.” Steve groaned, letting his head rest on the pillow beneath him. He felt Y/N take him into her mouth and started to carefully thrust his hips up and down, making sure not to go too strong.

The girl bobbed her head, taking more and more of him each time. It was no secret to her that Steve’s penis was extremely large in size, so whatever area she couldn’t fit got massaged by her nimble hands.

“Sweetheart,” the man grunted, lifting her face off of his manhood, “if you keep up with that, I’m going to finish a lot sooner than you would like.”

“S’okay.”

“No, no, doll.” Steve stated, unbuttoning his white dress shirt and getting rid of it. “It’s your turn. Get on your back.”

Y/N followed his command and laid all the way down, giving her husband a big smile as he finished getting undressed.

It wasn’t too long until he was crawling over top of her, sliding the Captain America panties down her smooth legs. Steve moved his face southern and licked a stripe up her wet pussy.

His wife moaned in response, tangling her fingers in his now-messy blonde locks. “St-Stevie.”

The man smirked from between her thighs. “Feel nice, darling?” He continued with his assault on her core, making sure to spend extra time on her most sensitive areas; the places that he knew drove her the most crazy. If Y/N’s body was a machine, Steve had memorized the instruction manual forwards and backwards by now.

“Uh huh.” The girl nodded. “P-Please-”

“‘Please’ what, beautiful?”

She got up on shaky elbows, looking him in the eye. “Please fuck me.” She watched as Steve grinned like the ‘Cheshire Cat’, standing up and moving towards the drawer where they kept the condoms. “Wait, though.”

The Captain stopped. “What?”

“D-Do we really need to use one?” Y/N spoke nervously, suddenly unsure of herself. “I mean, I am on the pill. And, uh, I’d love to feel you tonight.”

Steve smiled even brighter than before, heading back towards the bed. “That sounds great, baby girl.” He used his fingers to spread her hole further open, scissoring them as wide as they could go. He then lined himself up with her wanting vagina, arms resting beside her head. “Ready?”

Y/N nodded once again before feeling his tip push into her, mewling at the sensation. As Steve bottomed out, she let out a heavy sigh of pleasure. Feeling him without the protection was a whole new realm of enjoyment, and she looked forward to many more years of it in the future.

The man began to push in and out, building up speed as he went. He lifted Y/N’s legs over his shoulders to hit a deeper angle, reaching a hand down play with her clit.

“I n-need to cum, honey.” Y/N whined, fingernails scraping up and down Steve’s back. She knew that there’d be marks, but his super soldier serum would heal them right away.

“Cum with me, N/N.” He told her, leaning down to kiss her on the lips. “Together, babydoll.”

And so they did. The squeeze of Y/N’s walls around his member and the feel of her warm juices surrounding his bare cock was enough to trigger Steve’s own release. He spilled inside of her, and the feeling felt so foreign, yet so amazing to the both of them. It was the first time that they’d orgasmed as husband and wife, and to say that the pair was satisfied would be an understatement.

Marriage: Consummated.

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Chapter 24

The loudest chorus of birdsong woke you and Taron at the same time, a simultaneous groan of annoyance making you both giggle and then move in closer together beneath the covers.

“Let’s go back to sleep.” You hummed as Taron’s thumb stroked gently across the soft skin of your stomach. Having him spoon you was one of your favourite things; you felt so safe, secure and loved. You closed your eyes and hoped that your sleepy state would wash back over you and give you another hour of rest in Taron’s arms.

“What time is it?” He asked before placing a few quick kisses to the back of your neck. You opened your eyes again and groggily reached out to the bedside table for the watch you’d gifted him the morning before.

“8:40, ish.”

“Ok.”

“Just another 20 minutes.” You mumbled as you closed your eyes again, but Taron wasn’t staying settled behind your back and the feel of his arousal pressing against your arse told you why. His hand drifted down to your core, his index finger rubbing softly between your folds and finding your nub. “Taron.” You groaned.

“Yes, love?” He answered innocently.

“Mmmm, god you’re impossible to resist.” You caved instantly and turned onto your back, opening your legs wider for him and taking him between your thighs as he moved himself over you.

“I know,” he smirked, “just relax, we’ll take this one slow.” The morning sunlight had his eyes looking a lighter shade of green as he gazed down lovingly at you. The sex the night before was hot and filthy, eyes were dark with lust, skin sweaty and your bodies moved heavily against one another. It was intense and full of pleasure and passion. The tone for the morning was the complete opposite. Taron pushed himself into you slowly, checking you were alright after the pounding he’d given you just hours before and you nodded up at him sweetly to let him continue. He circled his hips a few times before lowering his chest down against yours and taking the tender kisses you had on offer. Your hands stroked through the back of his hair as you kissed him good morning, both of you smiling happily as Taron continued to fuck you slowly. There was a flinch of pleasure which flashed across your face as he found the sweet spot inside you.

“There, yes.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling your knees up higher so you could wrap your ankles over him.  

“I’ve got you.” Taron replied as he kept his position and started to work a little faster to keep the momentum. The loving softness had your head spinning for him. It wasn’t often that both of you were in this mood but when it happened you were completely inseparable for the rest of the day. He couldn’t be any closer to you physically, but still you craved more, reaching up to kiss him with a hunger this time. Your hips rocked together, bodies taking each movement with ease and heating up to your releases. Moans were soft but encouraging, hands clinging and stroking tenderly as the pleasure built. You panted out again and again as Taron’s thrusts became that bit sharper and harder. There was no holding back or waiting on the edge, your body was all too willing to let go and you tensed around Taron’s length over and over as he pushed through your orgasm to his own release. Heavy sighs filled the room as Taron pulled out and rolled off you onto his back.

“Fuck the 20-minute snooze, I’ll have that every morning thanks.” You said with a big smile as you turned to face him and placed your hand to his chest. “That was really, really nice.”

“It was, and I’m so pleased I ordered us a massive breakfast because I’ve worked up quite an appetite.”

“Shall I go see if it’s been delivered?” Taron placed a kiss to the back of your hand before admiring your naked body as you left the bed to collect the breakfast hamper from the hatch. All the sweet treats he’d ordered for you were in there; warm pancakes and waffles with syrup, cream, fruit and a selection of pastries on the side. The smell was divine, and Taron’s face lit up with excitement when he sat up in bed at the sight of you returning with the huge hamper.

“Oh my word!”

“If the rest of the day carries on like this, it could well be the best day of my life.”

“No pressure then.” Taron laughed nervously and you softly hit his shoulder before passing him the plate of pancakes and little bottle of syrup.

“Shush, you. I was joking… My Mum always says the best day of her life was the day I was born, so I guess I should hold off with that declaration until we’re a good few years down the line.”

“How many kids do you think we’ll have?” Taron asked without a single hesitation and it left you smiling widely to yourself.

“At least 2, maybe 3 though? 4 seems like a lot.”

“Space them out enough and it would be fine… keeps the fun coming, right?”

“In which sense of the word?” You laughed. “Contraceptives exist for a reason!”

“Good job too at the rate we’ve been going in the last 24 hours!”

“It’s a hard life being this attractive, let alone having to spend 24 hours with the most gorgeous man in the world.”

“Such a chore.” Taron rolled his eyes and you laughed together before noticing the rain tapping against the glass doors as it started to fall from the ever-darkening sky.

“I think we should stay in bed until we have to leave.” You were deliberately suggestive but Taron shook his head.

“I packed for the weather so we’re walking down to the beach whether you like it or not!... but I think you will like it.” He grinned. “And it’ll be deserted as no one else will be foolish enough to go out with this storm on the way.”

“You’re mad.” You shook your head as you wondered why you were agreeing to it.

“But that’s why you love me.” He grinned.

***

The zip on your coat couldn’t go any higher up, you had two pairs of socks on to help fill your wellies and your burgundy beanie hat helping to keep the wind from filling your face with hair as soon as you stepped out the door. Taron pulled the hood of your coat up over your hat before kissing your forehead.

“You look so adorable.” Adorable wasn’t the look you were going for, but you didn’t have much choice, and somehow Taron still managed to look hot with his hoodie pulled up over his baseball cap and his thick coat looking much warmer than yours felt.

You started the walk hand in hand, arms swinging happily between you despite walking into the blustery wind and steady light rain. The road stopped at the last treehouse and a style guided you over the wooden fence and onto the footpath through the dense forest. It took you down towards a small stream which was flowing quickly over the rocks and you stopped for a minute to take in how secluded your surroundings were.

“Think how packed the spa is gonna be today.”

“It’d be horrendous.” You replied, pulling your hood down now the forest had given you more shelter from the rain. “This was a much better idea.”

“I’m not just a pretty face.” Taron joked before pulling you in against his chest and hugging you tightly. “I love it when it’s just us.”

“Me too.” You placed a kiss to his cheek and he demanded you gave him another one whilst he took a photo on his phone and immediately set it as his background.

“Do you think about anything else when we’re together like this?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do other things ever appear in your mind like friends, or work, family, things you need to do when you get home? Mundane life stuff.” Taron clarified as he kept his arm around your shoulders whilst you continued the walk down through the forest.

“I guess sometimes, but less than normal. Why? What’s going on in there?” You tapped the top of his head softly.

“It’s just you, and us. Honestly. I don’t know if it’s because it’s today… our anniversary away, but it’s like time slows down when I’m with you. Everything else isn’t important. It doesn’t even feature.”

“Really?”

“Is that weird?”

“No, it’s the sweetest thing… it makes sense too. I do get lost in you too, but I think recently I’ve been more aware of other things because they’ve worried me. It’s harder to let worries go.”

“Understandably.”

“But since I spoke to my Mum yesterday it’s been nothing but you in here.” You smiled at Taron as you placed your finger to your temple. “I’ve loved every single second of it too.”

“Well good, and now I know it’s not just me being completely besotted by you.”

“Oh it’s reciprocated alright!” There was a shared cheesy grin between you before the forest started to open out and the harsh wind started to batter against your faces again.

“Fucking hell!” Taron shouted as he turned his back to the wind.

“Have we got far to go?” You called out as you pulled your hood back up over your hat and squinted out ahead of you, trying to work out if the horizon was pure cloud or if some of it was actually the sea.

“I don’t think so, come on.” He took your hand again and you laughed as you leant forward to try and walk into the wind. Before long the last few trees and shrubs ended and a path down onto the half pebbled, half sandy beach appeared. There was no one else in sight, not even a lone dog walker at the far end of the beach. Taron let go of your hand and ran down into the harshly breaking waves, backing off as they splashed up his wellies and started to dampen his jeans. “Shit!” He mouthed out at you, not noticing a bigger wave breaking behind him until it splashed up the back of his jeans and took him by surprise.

“You’re such an idiot!” You laughed as he ran back up the beach to join you.

“It’s fucking freezing! Don’t do what I just did.” He laughed with you.

“I wasn’t going to, you’re alright.”

“Found anywhere sheltered yet?”

“No! It’s a deserted beach with a gale force wind coming straight off the sea.”

“Ah… I’ll just have to shout then.” Taron commented before turning his back to you for a moment.

“What?”

“I said I’ll just have to shout!” He repeated before dropping to one knee in front of you, clutching a small black box in his hands.

“Taron, no!” You shook your head in total shock, your hands covering your eyes as you turned away from him in disbelief.

“Y/N!” He shouted, waiting for you to look back at him before he continued. “I’ve known you’re the one I want to marry for so long now. To spend the rest of my life with you, to have you carry my children and bring them into this world… it would make me the happiest I could be. I want you by my side forever, as my wife, so please, will you marry me?” You took a second to wipe the tears from your eyes and commit the sight of Taron down on one knee to your memory before nodding quickly at him.

“Yes! Of course I will!” You shouted your reply over the wind and placed your hands to Taron’s cheeks before leaning down to kiss him. “Yes.” You repeated against his lips. He tugged you down by the waist to sit in the pebbles next to him so he could slide your engagement ring safely onto your finger.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you more.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held him tightly. “That was such a surprise!”

“I knew I could get you.” He smirked as he locked his lips to yours for another kiss. “I know you’ll be thinking that I really was going to ask you last night, but I promise you I wasn’t. This was always the plan.”

“No, I believed you last night which is why I didn’t see this coming today at all!... I was happy to wait, I didn’t think you’d, oh wow we’re really engaged!” You looked down to the ring, shining and sparkling even in the gloomy weather and Taron could only giggle back at your reaction.

“We should head back before we get soaked.”

“Let me take a photo first, because no one’s gonna believe you did it in this weather!” With photos of your ring and wellies, your windswept hair, rosy cheeks and beaming smiles and one of Taron’s sea-spashed jeans for good measure taken, you let him help you back to your feet and made your way up through the forest to the treehouse.

Your wet coats and boots were left by the door to dry, Taron changed out of his soggy jeans too and then joined you under a blanket on the sofa to warm up. It was a rare moment of calmness as you both sat looking out at the view, taking in everything that had happened and wondering how you got so lucky in life. You found Taron’s hand beneath the blanket and linked your fingers through with his, noticing how different it felt now there was a new ring on your finger.

“Is it bad that I don’t want to tell anyone else yet?”

“Why not?” Taron asked softly.

“Things are better when it’s just you and me. It’s never complicated.”

“Let’s keep it between us for a bit longer then. Everyone else can wait and we can have our moment in peace.”  

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You smiled to Taron as you snuggled in against his side and rest your head on his shoulder. “The perfect day continues.”

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Elementals~Chapter 2

I blinked a few times to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. What I’d just seen couldn’t have been real. At least the board had stopped shimmering, although instead of the morning announcements, it was full of information about the meanings of different colors. I glanced at the other students, and while a few of them smiled, they were mostly unfazed. They just watched me, waiting for me to say something. Darius also stood calmly, waiting for my reaction. “How did you do that?” I finally asked. “It’s easy,” Darius said. “I used magic. Well, a task like that wouldn’t have been easy for you, since you’re only in your second year of studies, but given enough practice you’ll get the hang of it.” He motioned to a seat in the second row, next to a girl with chin-length mousy brown hair. “Please sit down, and we’ll resume class.” I stared at him, not moving. “You used … magic,” I repeated, the word getting stuck in my throat. I looked around the room again, waiting for someone to laugh. This had to be a joke. After all, an owl hadn’t dropped a letter down my fireplace to let me know I’d been accepted into a special school, and I certainly hadn’t taken an enchanted train to get to Kinsley High. “Funny. Now tell me what you really did.”

“You mean you don’t know?” Darius’s forehead crinkled.

“Is this a special studies homeroom?” I asked. “And I somehow got put into one about … magic tricks?”

“It wasn’t a trick,” said an athletic boy in the center of the room. His sandy hair fell below his ears, and he leaned back in his seat, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows. “Why use tricks when we can do the real thing?” I stared at him blankly and backed towards the door. He couldn’t be serious. Because magic—real magic—didn’t exist. They must be playing a joke on me. Make fun of the new kid who hadn’t grown up in a town so close to Salem. I wouldn’t fall for it. So I might as well play along. “If that was magic, then where are your wands?” I held up a pretend wand, making a swooshing motion with my wrist. Darius cleaned his glasses with the bottom of his sweater. “I’d assumed you’d already started your lessons at your previous school.” He frowned and placed his glasses back on. “From your reaction, I’m guessing that’s not the case. I apologize for startling you. Unfortunately, there’s no easy way to say this now, so I might as well be out with it.” He took a deep breath, and said, “We’re witches. You are, too. And regarding your question, we don’t use wands because real witches don’t need them. That’s an urban legend created by humans who felt safer believing that they couldn’t be harmed if there was no wand in sight.” 

“You can’t be serious.” I laughed nervously and pulled at the sleeves of my sweater. “Even if witches did exist—which they don’t—I’m definitely not one of them.” The only thing “magical” that had ever happened to me was how the ligament I tore in my knee while playing tennis last month had healed right after moving here. The doctor had said it was a medical miracle. But that didn’t make it magic. “I am completely serious,” Darius said. “We’re all witches, as are you. And this is a special studies homeroom—it’s for the witches in the school. Although of course the administration doesn’t know that.” He chuckled. “They just think it’s for highly gifted students. Now, please take a seat in the chair next to Kate, and I’ll explain more.” I looked around the room, waiting for someone to end this joke. But the brown-haired girl who I assumed was Kate tucked her hair behind her ears and studied her hands. The athletic boy next to her watched me expectantly, and smiled when he caught me looking at him. A girl behind him glanced through her notes, and several other students shuffled in their seats.

My sweater felt suddenly constricting, and I swallowed away the urge to bolt out of there. This was a mistake, and I had to fix it. Now. “I’m going to go back to the office to make sure they gave me the right schedule,” I said, pointing my thumb at the door. “They must have put me in the wrong homeroom. But have fun talking about…” I looked at the board again to remind myself what it said. “Energy colors and their meanings.” They were completely out of their minds. I hurried out of the classroom, feeling like I could breathe again once I was in the library lobby. No one else was around, and I sat in a chair to collect my thoughts. I would go back to the front office in a minute. For now, I browsed through my cell phone, wanting to see something familiar to remind myself that I wasn’t going crazy. Looking through my friends recent photos made me miss home even more. My eyes filled with tears at the thought of them living their lives without me. It hadn’t been a week, and they’d already stopped texting me as often as usual. I was hundreds of miles away, and they were moving on, forgetting about me. Not wanting anyone to see me crying, I wiped away the tears and switched my camera to front facing view to check my reflection. My eyes were slightly red, but not enough that anyone would notice. And my makeup was still intact. I was about to put my phone away when I noticed something strange. The small scar above my left eyebrow—the one I’d gotten in fourth grade when I’d fallen on a playground—had disappeared. I brushed my index finger against the place where the indentation had been, expecting it to be a trick of the light. But the skin was soft and smooth. As if the scar had never been there at all. I dropped my hand down to my lap. Scars didn’t disappear overnight, just like torn ligaments didn’t repair themselves in days. And Darius had sounded so convinced that what he’d been saying was true. All of the students seemed to support what he was saying, too. What if they actually believed what he was telling me? That magic did exist? The thought was entertaining, but impossible. So I clicked out of the camera, put the phone back in my bag, and stood up. I had to get out of here. Maybe once I did, I would start thinking straight again. “Nicole!” someone called from behind me. “Hold on a second.” I let out a long breath and turned around. The brown-haired girl Darius had called Kate was jogging in my direction. She was shorter than I’d originally thought, and the splattering of freckles across her nose made her look the same age as my younger sister Becca, who was in eighth grade. But that was where the similarities between Kate and Becca ended. Because Kate was relatively plain looking, except for her eyes, which were a unique shade of bright, forest green.

“I know that sounded crazy in there,” she said once she reached me. She picked at the side of her thumbnail, and while I suspected she wanted me to tell her that it didn’t sound crazy, I couldn’t lie like that. “Yeah. It did.” I shifted my feet, gripping the strap of my bag. “I know this is Massachusetts and witches are a part of the history here, so if you all believe in that stuff, that’s fine. But it’s not really my sort of thing.” “Keep your voice down.” She scanned the area, but there was no one else in the library, so we were in the clear. “What Darius told you is real. How else would you explain what you saw in there, when he changed what was on the board?” “A projector?” I shrugged. “Or maybe the board is a TV screen?” “There’s no projector.” She held my gaze. “And the board isn’t a television screen, even though that would be cool.” “Then I don’t know.” I glanced at the doors. “But magic wouldn’t be on my list of explanations. No offense or anything.”

“None taken,” she said in complete seriousness. “But you were put in our homeroom for a reason. You’re one of us. Think about it … do strange things ever happen to you or people around you? Things that have no logical explanation?” I opened my mouth, ready to say no, but closed it. After all, two miraculous healings in a few days definitely counted as strange, although I wouldn’t go so far as to call it magic. But wasn’t that the definition of a miracle—something that happened without any logical explanation, caused by something bigger than us? Something magical? “It has.” Kate smiled, bouncing on her toes. “Hasn’t it?” “I don’t know.” I shrugged, not wanting to tell her the specifics. It sounded crazy enough in my head—how would it sound when spoken out loud? “But I guess I’ll go back with you for now. Only because the secretary said she won’t adjust my schedule until the end of the day, anyway.” She smiled and led the way back to the classroom. Everyone stared at me again when we entered, and I didn’t meet anyone’s eyes as I took the empty chair next to her. Darius nodded at us and waited for everyone to settle down. Once situated, I finally glanced around at the other students. The boy Darius had called Chris smiled at me, a girl with platinum hair filed her nails under the table, and the girl next to her looked like she was about to fall asleep. They were all typical high school students waiting for class to end. But my eyes stopped at the end of the row on a guy with dark shaggy hair. His designer jeans and black leather jacket made him look like he’d come straight from a modeling shoot, and the casual way he leaned back in his chair exuded confidence and a carefree attitude. Then his gaze met mine, and goosebumps rose over my skin. His eyes were a startling shade of hazel with hints of green, and they were soft, but calculating. Like he was trying to figure me out. Kate rested an elbow on the table and leaned closer to me. “Don’t even think about it,” she whispered, and I yanked my gaze away from his, my cheeks flushing at the realization that I’d been caught staring at him. “That’s Grayson Dolan. He’s been dating Danielle Emerson since last year. She’s the one to his left.” Not wanting to stare again, I glanced at Danielle from the corner of my eye. Her chestnut hair was supermodel thick, her ocean blue eyes were so bright that I wondered if they were colored contacts, and her black v-neck shirt dropped as low as possible without being overly inappropriate for school. Of course Grayson had a girlfriend, and she was beautiful. I never stood a chance. “As I said earlier, we’re going to review the energy colors and what they mean,” Darius said, interrupting my thoughts. “But before we begin, who can explain to Nicole how we use energy?”

I sunk down in my seat, hating that the attention had been brought back to me. Luckily, the athletic boy next to Kate who’d said the thing earlier about magic not being a trick raised his hand. “Chris,” Darius called on him. “Go ahead.” Chris pushed his hair off his forehead and faced me. His t-shirt featured an angry storm cloud holding a lighting bolt like a baseball bat, with “Trenton Thunder” written below it. It was goofy, and not a sports team that I’d ever heard of. But his boyish grin and rounded cheeks made him attractive in a cute way. Not in the same “stop what you’re doing because I’m walking in your direction” way as Grayson, but he definitely would have gotten attention from the girls at my old school. “There’s energy everywhere.” Chris moved his hands in a giant arc above his head to demonstrate. “Humans know that energy exists—they’ve harnessed it for electronics. The difference between us and humans is that we have the power to tap into energy and use it ourselves, and humans don’t.” He smiled at me, as if I was supposed to understand what he meant. “Make sense?” “Not really,” I said. “Sorry.” “It’s easier if you relate it to something familiar,” he said, speaking faster. “What happens to the handle of a metal spoon when you leave it in boiling water?” “It gets hot?” I said it as a question. This was stuff people learned in fifth grade science—not high school homeroom. “And what happens when it’s plastic?” “It doesn’t get hot,” I said slowly. “It stays room temperature.” “Exactly.” He grinned at me like I’d just solved an astrophysics mathematical equation. “Humans are like plastic. Even if they’re immersed in energy, they can’t conduct it. Witches are like metal. We have the ability to absorb energy and control it as we want.” “So, how do we take in this energy?” I asked, since I might as well humor him. “Through our hands.” Chris turned his palms up, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. He looked like a meditating Buddha. Students snickered, and Chris re-opened his eyes, pushed his sleeves up, and sat back in his chair. “O-o-kay.” I elongated the word, smiling and laughing along with everyone else. Darius cleared his throat, and everyone calmed down. “We can conduct energy from the Universe into our bodies,” he said, his voice full of authority. Chills passed through me, and even though I still didn’t believe any of this, I sat back to listen. “Once we’ve harnessed it, we can use it as we like. Think of energy like light. It contains different colors, each relating to an aspect of life. I’ve written them on the board. The most basic exercise we learn in this class is to sense this energy and absorb it. Just open your mind, envision the color you’re focusing on, and picture it entering your body through your palms.” I rotated my hand to look at my palm. It looked normal—not like it was about to open up and absorb energy from the Universe. “We’re going to do a meditation session,” Darius continued. “Everyone should pick a color from the board and picture it as energy entering your palms. Keep it simple and absorb the energy—don’t push it back out into the Universe. This exercise is for practice and self-improvement.” He looked at me, a hint of challenge in his eyes. “Now, please pick a color and begin.” I looked around the room to see what others were doing. Most people already had their eyes closed, the muscles in their faces calm and relaxed. They were really getting into this. As if they truly believed it. If I didn’t at least look like I was trying, I would stand out—again. So I might as well go along with it and pretend.

I re-examined the board and skimmed through the “meanings” of the colors. Red caught my attention first. It apparently increased confidence, courage, and love, along with attraction and desire. The prospect made me glance at Grayson, who sat still with his eyes closed, his lips set in a line of concentration. But he was out of my league and he had a girlfriend. I shouldn’t waste my time hoping for anything to happen between us. Instead, I read through the other colors and settled on green. It supposedly brought growth, success, and luck, along with helping a person open their mind, become more aware of options, and choose a good path. Those were all things I needed right now. I opened my palms towards the ceiling and closed my eyes. Once comfortable, I steadied my breathing and tried clearing my mind. Then there was the question of how to “channel” a color. Picturing it seemed like a good start, so I imagined myself pulling green out of the air, the color glowing with life. A soft hum filled my ears as it expanded and pushed against me, like waves crashing over my skin. The palms of my hands tingled, and the energy flowed through my body, joining with my blood as it pumped through my veins. It streamed up my arms, moved down to my stomach, and poured down to my toes. Green glowed behind my eyelids, and I kept gathering it and gathering it until it grew so much that it had nowhere else to go. Then it pushed its way out of my palms with such force that it must have lit up the entire room.

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Author’s Notes | Don't ask me how come this became so big hahaha Pure sex trash! Don't read it!!!  Universe | Vikings Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader Info | Modern AU, Mobster AU, requested by @dreaming-of-never-neverland and @alicedopey for 5CW5 Words | 3028 ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT included. Mentions of drugs, women exploration, prostitution, unprotected sex, explicit content. Cursing. Daddy kink, Male Dom kink.

"Knock knock, kitten. Payment time. Be a good kitten and open the door so I don't have to break your pretty lock, uh?"

Shit.

Why did that bastard have to be so punctual?

You knew he would come. Hvitserk Ragnarsson never gets late. Not for the delivering, nor for the payment time. You settled with him you would pay the powder he got for you in the last day of the month.

Now there he was with his strong fist hitting your door.

"Hello, kitty, kitty, kitty... I'm getting impatient... Nobody likes me when I'm impatient, love. Open that door, yes? Daddy's home..."

Fucking shit!

"I'm going!" you yelled at the door, trying to search for any remaining money you could have hidden or lost in your messy apartment. "I lost my keys. Just gimme a moment!"

Fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck!

You shouldn't have borrowed that money to your roommate. Now that bitch had left with her brand-new boyfriend and you were fucked!

That's it! Maybe you could tell him she stole you. Maybe he would give you some more time to pay... You were always buying from him. Hvitserk wouldn't be that much of a bastard, right?

"Kitten... You know how much I hate long waiting..." he said, with that hoarse tone that would precede his gun shooting your door's lock if you weren't opening it in the next minute.

"I found it! I found it, I'm sorry," you said, opening the door for him to enter. "I'm sorry..." you insisted as he crossed your door looking around.

Your room was a real mess. He sighed, twisting his lips.

"What a fucking mess you made here, uh, kitten?" he said, pulling out his pack of cigarettes to lit one in his mouth, pulling the smoke before releasing it calmly. "Fine. Where's my money, dear?"

"I... I need a little more time, daddy," you said, calling him that way you were used to calling only when you needed something he didn't want to give you.

Hvitserk sighed. One hand in his pocket, the other holding the cigarette he brought back into his mouth, pulling the smoke again.

"I thought we had a deal, kitten."

Fuck. He was pissed.

And getting a Ragnarsson pissed is everything you DON'T need.

"We had it," his face frowned with the past tense in your words and you immediately changed it, trying to get that pissed expression out of his face. "We have... We have a deal, but... Look!" you opened your arm, showing him the mess all over your place.

The drawers out of the locker, some clothes all over the floor, things messed, spread out. The whole shit your roommate and her damn bastard boyfriend made, getting all her stuff - and some of yours! - while you were too high to really notice they were stealing everything before leaving with your damn money.

"My roommate! That bitch and her boyfriend stole my shit and my money before they fled. I'm cleaner than your damn shirt now, daddy... They left me nothing. Not even my food escaped!" you tried to mourn, seeking for some mercy into his eyes.

But Hvitserk looked around, walking through your mess, taking some stuff out of your couch, then, out of your bed.

He threw everything on your bed away before sitting on it, crossing his legs and looking at you as if he was analyzing something.

"Daddy, please..." you started feeling insecure with his eyes running through you that way. "I just need more time... I swear I'll pay!"

"Oh, you will kitten. For sure you will... Close your door, pretty thing," he said, moving his hand for you to lock your door.

You swallowed dry. What could be passing through his mind now?

The men like Hvitserk were unpredictable and it was terribly scary for a lonely girl like you. If only that bitch didn't have fucked you up... You locked your door as he said, turning back on him, scared.

"Take a seat," he said, pointing your armchair where you sat, swallowing dry. "See... I get you, kitten. The bitch fucked you up, right?"

"Yes," you mumbled, a little more hopeful. "She stole my shit," you insisted.

Maybe he would understand, after all.

"Poor thing... She made a mess with your stuff..." he said.

But you could get the fake pity in his voice. He wasn't really feeling pity for you or anything. He was being sarcastic. You knew that.

"And she stole my money from you, isn't that right?" he said, getting up from your bed and picking up a picture of your roommate with you from your nightstand. "Is this the whore?"

Your spine went cold.

Ok. You were fucking pissed off with your roommate, but you didn't want her to end up dead or any stuff like this.

"Daddy, you don't need to..."

"I made you a question, kitten," he insisted, serious. "Is this the whore?"

You swallowed dry, nodding. Seeing when he picked up his phone and sent a pic of your photo to someone else.

"Daddy, she... she just messed up, you don't need to hurt her. I'll..."

"Shh." Hvitserk came closer, touching your lips when he lowered himself to look into your eyes "The money she stole from you was mine, kitten. No one steals from me. Don't worry. I won't kill your little sneaky friend. She has a juicy body and I'm sure we can teach her pretty good ways to make some money by herself so she won't have to steal from anyone ever again."

Shit! She was so fucked...

Literally fucked, you could bet.

"However..." his tone changed and you knew...

She wasn't the only one.

"You still owe me, kitten."

"D... Daddy, I..." you were ready to start with a lot of excuses, but instead of letting you talk, Hvitserk slid two of his fingers into your mouth, slowly, silencing you and looking straight into your eyes.

"You see... Just like her, you're pretty as well, kitten," he continued, moving his fingers slowly against your tongue while licking his lower lip to moisture it and keep talking. "And I may think there are different ways for you to pay what you owe me."

You knew what he was talking about.

Well... It wouldn't be such a sacrifice. Hvitserk was a handsome man. A fucking handsome man... And that sexy smile on his face kinda made you horny with the idea that powerful man must be suggesting to fuck you that openly.

You decided to try, softly sucking the fingers he put into your mouth and the smile on his face became bigger, more devilish.

"Such a good kitten... I'm pretty sure you won't mind paying me today, will you, pretty thing?"

You sucked his fingers a little stronger in agreement and his free hand nestled in your nape, holding your head by your hair, caressing it before putting your strands in a strong grip.

"I have a better place for you to use this silky mouth, kitten," he said, taking his fingers out of your mouth to open his trousers, releasing a hard and fat cock he placed near your lips. "Suck it, babe."

You did as he said, opening your mouth and embracing his cock with your lips, sucking him more hunger when his voice echoed in a hoarse moan that shivered you entirely.

"Fucking good! Just like that, little girl, suck him whole."

His hand on the back of your neck started forcing your face against his hips, kinda making you swallow his whole length. It wasn't easy and you gagged against his tip, but you were sure you never felt so horny in your whole life.

Hvitserk started rocking his hips into your mouth and you felt yourself throbbing in the middle of your legs. Now both of his hands were holding your head, keeping your mouth in the right position for him to fuck it and you couldn't avoid moaning against him.

"Yeah... Pretty good, kitten!" he praised, fucking your mouth faster, getting some sounds from your throat while you were wetting his whole length against your tongue. "Fuck yeah... Get up and take these clothes off. Daddy wants to fuck this pretty pussy of yours."

One of his hands pulled your head slowly from his shaft, allowing you to suck his whole length before popping his dick out of your mouth. The other hand slapped your butt as soon as you got up from your chair and you watched as he got rid of his shirt, stroking his cock wet of your saliva while getting rid of any obstacles to what he wanted.

Hvitserk didn't get fully naked, but you had a beautiful view of his tattooed torso while he was conducting you to your bed. His free hand pulled your blankets, cleaning the whole bed in a single pull before getting you going upon your mattress.

"On all fours, like a good kitten, go," he demanded, standing behind you to look at your naked body as you did what he said.

It was kinda humiliating being so exposed, but the touch of his hands was so firm and warm, exploring your butt cheeks, opening them before slapping the sides of your ass... It was...

Good.

Strangely good.

"Look at this pretty ass..." he praised, slapping your butt once again, and again while speaking. "You listen to me closely..."

It was hard to listen clearly with his thick fingers being slid in between your folds that way, but you tried to control yourself and focus on his words instead of his index rubbing your clit that delicious way.

"I gonna have my way with you today... And I'll fuck this pretty pussy and this beautiful ass of yours in every fucking way I want. When I'm tired of cumming on you, then your debt will be paid and we gonna talk about a small deal I may want to propose to you... But only if you’re a good girl. Will you be a good girl to daddy?"

You cried a positive answer when he slid his fingers into you, curling them deep inside, brushing your sweet spots so good that your legs almost lost the strength.

Hvitserk grinned and you felt his thumb touching and starting to pressure your butt hole.

"Let us start with what is driving me crazy...".

You heard the characteristic sound of spit and felt some wetness sliding down your butt cheeks before his thumb started spreading it all over your hole, making you anxious.

You didn't remember ever trying that way before and Hvitserk didn't miss the tension in your muscles when he started pushing his finger into your tight entrance.

"Just relax, sweet kitten. This is gonna be good... The more you relax, the easier you'll take my cock into this sweet little hole of yours."

More dirty words. Everything on him was so dirty and low! And yet, there were you, moaning with his fingers filling both of your entrances while you were hiding your blushed face against your pillows.

He took some time like that, just spitting from time to time in your butt, pushing the wetness inside with his fingers penetrating both of your channels, sometimes losing some time just licking or rubbing your clit to make you wetter - something he was getting pretty easy from your horny body.

When his fingers were sliding easy into you, you felt him climbing up on the bed, straightening himself behind you and adjusting your position in front of him. It didn't take long for the touch of his fingers to be replaced by the hot tip of his hardened cock against your butt hole.

"Push me out, kitten," he mumbled. "It will make it easier..."

"Easier". Not "easy". Not at all!

To take his whole length into your tighter channel was the hardest thing you ever did. Hvitserk was eager, so he didn't make too many pauses, getting his cock almost entirely sunk into your butt in a few movements before laying over your back warming your whole body as you were trying to breath.

"Fuck!" you cursed in between your teeth, trying to keep in mind he could have shot in the middle of your eyes instead of giving you a chance to pay for what you owed him... "You're fucking thick!"

He giggled, and you felt his hips moving slowly, burning your hole with small movements of his thickness against your walls.

"That's good to hear, girl," he growled in your ear, one of his hands pulling your head back by your hair just to make it easier for him to speak near your ear shell. "You're going great, little girl. It won't take too long if you keep taking me like that. Now relax..."

That wasn't good. But it wasn't completely bad at all. Hvitserk had one of his hands rubbing your clit and your folds all the time as his hips were rocking against your butt, sliding his cock against your burning virgin walls, senselessly.

You cursed your whole vocabulary of swearing, but it only seemed to get him hornier.

At some moment, you felt his cock twitch into you and you swore he would tear your body in two when his arm embraced your waist and his voice sounded hoarser into your ear.

"Hold on tight, kitten. Daddy gonna fill you up like a sweet pie now..."

"Fuck!" was all you managed to say when he slammed his hips against your butt, pushing himself deep inside before you could feel loads of his cum slowly making your butt hole warm.

"Shit, girl... You're so good... I think you deserve some reward," he mumbled while slowly taking his half-hardened cock out of your butt, causing you to breathe deeply in pure relief of feeling your body's entrance slowly coming back to the normal size.

His heavy hands turned your body at the bed, laying your back on the mattress and opening your legs wide. Still breathing, you didn't notice when his face disappeared in the middle of your legs until he started suckling on your sensitive clit unexpectedly, filling the whole room with your moans of bliss.

Fuck the pain! That man was a god with his tongue! He managed to get you cumming for him twice in less than twenty minutes licking you whole!

Dizzy, you saw him licking his fingers and cleaning the small beard on his chin of your juices.

"Such a sweet kitten," he said, licking his lips and laying upon you before you could feel your throbbing channel being filled with his hardness. "Fuck... So warm, babe!"

There wasn't a previous warning. Just his cock filling your oversensitive body, his hips slamming against yours, and the sound of your voice mixing with the headboard of your bed hitting the wall behind the two of you.

You totally forgot the condoms... You didn't even remember to ask if he had any!

From your butt to your pussy, from your holes to your mouth, Hvitserk spent the whole evening and half of the night mounting you like a stallion rutting on a mare's heat. The bastard lasted longer than any partner you ever had and you were barely conscious when he finally came one last time into your mouth, making you suck him clean and swallow every single drop of his pleasure before rolling to your side, lighting a cigarette.

"You're fucking good, kitten," he mumbled, pulling the smoke by your side.

You were loose over your bed like a sweaty used doll, still feeling a mix of the burning sensation in your butt and the throbbing pleasure of your cunt. Your eyes staring the ceiling as your mind was asking itself why the fuck it was so damn good.

You should be slapping his face for charging you in sex and treating you like a whore. You should have spat on his face for barely suggesting you pay your debts with sex!

And yet, you were there, staring the ceiling, with his scent all over your skin, feeling like a slut.

A satisfied and well-fucked slut.

"'bout that proposal..." he started, getting your attention. "You owe me nothing, but well, you have nothing as well, kitten. Your bitchy friend stole everything you could have and I'm sure I'm not the only asshole who will want to fuck your pretty body for the things you need to live."

His words were hitting hard. Your friend has stolen everything valuable in your room and thinking straight, you didn't have anything not even to eat and recover from that marathon under him...

"You see, I'm not asking you for a relationship or any romantic shit like that... But I like the sound of your voice moaning my name, kitten. I could have it more times... I surely could."

"Are you suggesting me to be your bitch?" you put things clearly and he giggled by your side, looking at you.

"I give you what you need. Anything. Your stuff, a place, clothes, food, panties... All the shit you need, no charges. All you have to do is be ready for me when I want to repeat this night." he said, speaking clearly this time.

You were fucked. Your things were stolen and you knew without anyone to have your back, you would end up on the streets, doing the same he wanted for pretty less than Hvitserk was offering to you.

At least, he wasn't such a jerk and the sex was pretty good for you as well.

What did you have to lose?

"Deal," you mumbled, looking at him.

Seeing the smile on his face becoming bigger when he straightened himself on the bed, finishing his cigarette and pulling you closer, nestling himself to rest.

"Good, kitten. Get some rest. Tomorrow we'll take you outta this shitty place," he said, sliding one of his hands to cover your breast, nestling his face into your neck and breathing deeply, comfortable.

You sighed.

It really wasn't what you thought your life could be, but well... You could handle it. And in the end, it wasn't that bad at all.

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by candlelight | vincent sinclair x pepper quinn | nsfw

Vincent repaired his mask by candlelight, smoothing the curve of the cheeks with a hot knife. The wax melted and then cooled, sealing the gash in the soft and malleable visage. He set down his knife and inspected the face in his hands. He sat upon the bed and turned it over and over in his grasp, feeling the slight indentations of his fingers in the wax. Hollow black eyes stared up at him and the mouth curved very slightly at the corners. The mask bore a melancholy expression. It was familiar and yet strange to him.

‘Hey, handsome,’ Pepper cooed from the doorway. her voice was low and gentle but Vincent twitched nonetheless and rushed to put the mask back over his disfigurement.

Pepper frowned and closed the door over behind her as she stepped into his bedroom. The door’s hinges squeaked slightly and the mechanism clicked softly, shutting out the rest of the world. Somewhere downstairs, Lester and Bo were arguing about Lester’s winning hand in their game of cards. It was muffled and distant even in the small house.

‘Vin.’ Pepper set down her beer on the bedside table and knelt down between Vincent’s knees. He watched her warily. Her hands came to rest against his knees and she squeezed them gently. He could spell the hops on her soft breaths as she smiled and her eyes shone with merry intoxication. ‘Why’d’you always hide your face from me? I know you. I see you ev’ry day. D’you think I’m gonna laugh at you?’

Vincent raised his wide shoulder in a shrug and wrung his fingers together until his knuckles turned chalk-white. Pepper tutted and took his hands, guiding them to her mouth. She kissed his fingers one by one, punctuating each kiss with a soft giggle. Her cheeks were flushed and her blouse was unbuttoned dangerously low. Vincent tried not to gaze down into the gaping V made by the fabric of it as it plunged pointedly down at her small, soft breasts. She looked too pretty tonight with her hair loose to her waist and her eyes lined with a faint smear of kohl.

‘Do you trust me?’ She asked, placing the tenth and final kiss on the tip of his right thumb.

‘Mmm-’ he mumbled gruffly.

‘Okay. Will you take your mask off so I can look at you?’ Pepper placed another kiss to his thumb and Vincent traced the tip of it absently along the plump curve of her lower lip. He saw something glitter in her wide blue eyes and her tongue flicked against his thumb slowly and deliberately.

He grunted, unable to look away from her as she watched him through thick lashes. 

‘Maybe you should take it off so you can watch.’

Vincent curled his index finger beneath Pepper’s chin and pushed his thumb past her lips to press down upon her tongue. He drew her closer instinctively and she shuffled her knees on the floorboards to accommodate the shifting power between them. He guided her closer to his crotch and realised that he has been deliciously stiff since she had dropped to her knees for him. Her fingers made light work of his jeans and he listened to her quick, excited breaths as she freed the warm thickness of him from his underwear.

His cock bobbed eagerly in the warmth between them, throbbing and netted with strong veins. He blushed behind his mask and glanced away. Pepper purred quietly in the candlelit room and it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand to attention. Slowly, she ducked her head down and laid her wet pink tongue flat at the base of his shaft and ran it to the tip, tracing the underside of it. Vincent slurred out a curse and sank a hand into her soft white blonde hair. In the gloom it looked like the frothing spray from a waterfall.

‘You can’t tell anyone we’re doing this,’ she whispered before flicking her tongue like a hungry feline just at the sensitive underside of his head.

Vincent couldn’t speak. He wanted to. He wanted to ask if this was alright, if she felt comfortable on her knees for him or if she wanted to stop - because of course she could stop - and sober up and think about it again in the morning. It was the morning, he realised. It had gone half past three already and the dawn would soon come to streak the sky purple and crimson and gold. He wanted to ask if his cock was bigger than Bo’s. He shivered at the thought of Pepper on her knees for his brother.

Pepper seemed to relish the warm, stiff member against her tongue. She moaned softly at each string of precum that she lapped from his slit, gazing up at him. Her tongue dampened him carefully until his length glossed and then in one swift movement, she slipped him into her mouth and pushed down until the tip of that tricky tongue flicked the hilt of him. Vincent keened softly, his limbs shaking at the sensation of her swallowing around his tip. Both hands and all ten fingers became lost in the silken straights of her hair as he did everything he could not to buck into her throat until she made pretty gagging sounds. Pepper’s saliva made a sinful mess of his cock and the floor between his knees. She used her hands and her tongue and her teeth and she sucked until he thought he would pass out from the sheer bliss of it. She gripped his hips and tugged eagerly, groaning and jerking at him until he gave in to his desires and thrusted into her mouth over and over and over. Her gaze never left his as he fucked her pretty face and without thinking any more of it, he discarded his mask and set it somewhere on the bed well out of reach. Vincent gripped the back of Pepper’s head and cradled it in his large hands as something searing hot began to crystallise low in his belly. When it shattered, he cried out as quietly as he could, watching Pepper’s expression shift and tears roll down her cheeks as he released inside her throat. She swallowed around him, drinking him down as he wilted and wilted and his breaths evened out.

Pepper sat back slightly and his fleshy cock sat flaccid and sated and sloppy with her spit. She rose slightly where she knelt and cupped his face in her hands, her thumb caressing the raw bone and nerve and sinew down the right side of his head. There was silence in the room. Downstairs, the argument had ended but the brothers’ voices hummed through the floorboards from the kitchen. Beer bottled clinked.

Pepper had sobered up down there on the floor, he realised. She didn’t look quite as regretful as he had imagined. The guilt had not tainted her features quite yet.

‘You wanna come downstairs? I think there’s still some beer and I think we could beat Bo and Lester at whatever the fuck game they’re playin’ now... What’d’you say?’

Vincent shrugged once again and reached for his mask.

‘One second, you got somethin’ on your face.’ Pepper murmured as she pushed herself up and placed a soft kiss against his lips. She stayed there for a long time and the embrace was surprisingly chaste. ‘There. Got it.’ She whispered mischievously as she pulled away, her eyes still shining brightly even as the candles nearby dwindled and died.

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[TOP] INCREASE GIRTH WITH MALE ENHANCEMENT EXERCISES[Video] 2019

She says “size doesn’t matter,” but you know deep down she’s lying.  Maybe it’s those erotica books she reads about guys that are packing a lot more girth than you are—or maybe it’s the fact that she never seems totally satisfied during sex.  Or maybe it’s the fact that she is so emphatic in the first place.  Why would she keep saying it if she wasn’t secretly wishing you were bigger?

We’ve all heard the lie, and we all know the truth—size does matter.  It doesn’t matter if she tells you over and over again that everything is perfect when it is the little slips in what she says or does that tells you how she really feels.

You may think you are stuck with what nature gave you, but you’re not.  There are some safe, natural, easy ways thttps://enlargeyourpenisguide.com/penis-enlargement-remedy-review/o increase penis size using male enhancement exercises.  I am going to share some of those methods with you, but before I do, let’s talk a bit more about measuring your girth.

What is the Average Penis Girth?

First of all, there is a good chance that you do not know how you compare to the average man in terms of girth.

There is no single measurement which can authoritatively be used as the average penis girth.  There are always going to be variations with any sampling group. You can get some idea however by looking at this study.

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If you look at averages for flaccid mid-shaft circumference, numbers range anywhere from 8.55-10 cm.  You will notice that each of these studies looked at different demographics.  Erect, the numbers range no higher than 12.3 centimeters at mid-shaft and 13.5 centimeters at the base.

How to Measure Girth

 If you are trying to increase your penis size, there is no point unless you are actually objectively measuring your results.  Why?  Guys tend to underestimate their measurements.  They assume that they don’t compare well to the average when they often actually do, and when they do exercises to boost girth, they ignore small or moderate gains because their expectations are absurdly over the top.

So you need to start out by getting a baseline measurement, and then take regular measurements over the months you perform the exercises.  That way you can objectively see how your girth really compares to other guys’, and you can see your progress.

The most important thing to know about taking girth measurements is that you need to be totally consistent in your methods.  This means you always need to measure at the same point along the shaft and always at the same level of hardness.

So here is what you do:

1.   Get the supplies you need: a string, a marker, and a tape measure or ruler.

2.   Do whatever you need to do to work up to a full erection.

3.   Choose a point along your penis to measure your girth, and use the same point every time. The best choice is to go with the widest point along the middle of the shaft.  This is typically the mid-shaft point used in study measurements.

4.   Wrap the string around your shaft at that point.

5.   Mark the string with your marker where it meets.

6.   Measure the string using the ruler or tape measure to get your circumference in centimeters.

Now you can cross-compare with the studies I referenced to find out how you currently compare to the average man in terms of penis girth.  And you now have a base measurement to compare against as you do your exercises to increase penis size!

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How to Increase Penis Girth Naturally

First things first.  If you look up whether or not it is really possible to increase penis size permanently (girth or length), you are going to find a lot of mixed information.  You will hear some people insist that they have made rapid, impressive gains in very little time (often accompanied by dramatic before and after photos).

But others will tell you that there is no way you can ever increase penis size permanently.

The truth is somewhere in the middle.  Yes, genetics are the biggest determining factor in your penis size, and there is no getting around that.  But you can achieve some permanent increase in penis size.  You need to keep your expectations realistic though.  You are not going to put on a massive increase in size; your gains will be modest.  And it will take you months of ongoing, committed effort to achieve it.

But seriously—even a couple of extra centimeters of girth can make a big difference when it comes to satisfying your partner—and yourself.

There are a lot of creams and gels on the market for increasing penis girth.  Most of them are pretty dubious, and any gains they create are going to be temporary.

Aside from that, you are left with just a few options: extenders, pumps, and exercises. 

Extenders actually can give you a permanent length increase, but will do nothing for girth on their own.  Pumps can give you a temporary boost with girth, but no permanent results.2017 Update:  New study out of Germany shows that the Phallosan Forte device does increase girth permanently.   This is a game changer in terms of accelerated your thickness and is the most comfortable extender we have ever tested.

Extenders and pumps can both be very useful and can work great in combination with exercises to give you the results you want.  I will talk a little more about that later.

First though, I want to tell you more about increasing girth through male enhancement exercises.

The Best Male Enhancement Exercises

There are several different exercises I recommend for increasing penis size.  These exercises have had great results for me, and I’ve met a lot of other guys who have also managed to boost length and girth through these methods.

With all of these techniques, use common sense to stay safe.  If something hurts, you are probably doing it wrong.  Stop and correct your technique.  With the right techniques, these methods are safe, easy, and effective.

1.   Jelqing

Jelqing

Jelqing is an ancient practice which goes back hundreds of years.  The etymology of the name is uncertain, but seems to be derived from the Arabic word for “milking.”

Jelqing is an ancient practice which goes back hundreds of years.  The etymology of the name is uncertain, but seems to be derived from the Arabic word for “milking.”

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This simple form of physical therapy is performed to increase circulation and blood pressure in your penis, which may naturally enlarge both length and girth over time.

Like all exercises to increase penis size, you need to perform this technique regularly over a period of months to see results.

Here is how to jelq, step-by-step:

1.   Start by applying lubricant to your penis. This is done for reasons of comfort as well as safety.  Choose a natural product like coconut oil, petroleum jelly, or baby oil.

2.   You will get the best results jelqing if you have a partial erection. Ideally your erection should be around 50-75%.

3.   Once you have the partial erection you need, make an “OK” sign with your hand by putting your thumb and index finger together.

4.   With this “OK” grip at the base of your penis, start as close to the pelvic bone as you can. With light pressure, move your “OK” grip up the shaft of your penis.  Stop just before you reach your glans.

5.   Repeat the motion above over and over. After about 10 minutes of this, you can stop.

You need to jelq every day for a period of at least several months to start seeing real increases, so be patient and stick with it, even if nothing happens in the beginning.

Also make sure that you are staying safe by observing the following precautions:

·         Wrap a warm towel around your penis before you start each sessions.  Follow each session up the same way.  This will prevent injury.

·         Do not jelq with a full erection.

·         Do not tighten your grip too much.  Start with an extra light grip and work up the pressure, but never use more than a light grip.

·         If you feel pain, stop whatever you are doing right away.

Jelqing for girth is the most popular and effective manual exercise for increasing size, so if you are going to perform any one exercise, this should be it.

·         Stretching

Stretching your penis is performed mostly for increasing length, but it can work great in conjunction with jelqing for an overall size boost.

Stretching could not be easier.  All you have to do is take hold of your penis behind the head and pull gently on it for about 30 seconds.

Do this in all of the following directions:

·         Downward

·         Up

·         Straight out

·         Right

·         Left

As with jelqing, you need to make sure that you do not overdo it.  You want to give your tissues a good stretch, but you need to make sure that you are not pulling hard enough to cause pain.  Whenever you feel any sort of sharp pain, that is a warning sign that you are about to injure yourself (or already have).

As with jelqing, it is wise to start out by wrapping a warm towel around your penis to loosen it up.  This reduces the chances that you will hurt yourself.

You should always perform these stretches while your penis is fully flaccid.  Some advanced stretchers may eventually stretch at a partial erection, but you are least likely to injure yourself if you stick with flaccid stretches.  Note that it does not matter if you are sitting or standing when you stretch.

While I have cautioned you to stop what you are doing if you feel any sharp pains, you can expect to feel the same sort of “burn” that you do when you stretch any other part of your body.  Again, use common sense.  If you feel a twinge that would signal danger in another part of your body, that is also a warning sign when stretching your penis.  Slight tingling, itching or fatigue is normal as well.  But if you ever experience anything which worries you, just stop what you are doing.  Take a break, revisit your technique, and try again.

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·         Edging

Edging is usually recommended as an exercise for boosting sexual stamina and combating premature ejaculation.  But it may actually help you to increase penis size as well.

What is edging? 

It is simply where you masturbate until you are “edging” on the “point of no return”—the moment when you cannot help but ejaculate.

The goal is to hold yourself back from an orgasm for as long as possible, maintaining a full erection for as long as you can.

Why would this be useful if you are trying to increase your penis girth?  Well, think about it.

Typically when you masturbate or have sex, you are only hard for a few minutes (if you are average) before you come.

Your penis is flaccid the overwhelming majority of time.  So it does not really get much of a chance to stretch into a full erection for long.

If you can hold an erection for an extended time period however, the tissues in the shaft of your penis get a bit of a stretch.

You also may find that edging helps to heal the micro-tears which form when you are stretching or jelqing as well (these micro-tears are not a bad thing; they are just part of the process).  The micro-tears will heal quickly on their own, but edging can really speed up the process.  When you pull more blood into the penis through an extended erection, you are also drawing nutrients into your tissues.  This can facilitate growth.

How do you edge properly? 

You can probably figure it out on your own if you experiment, but here is the most effective way to do it:

1.   Start out by lubricating.

2.   When you start masturbating, stroke the base of your penis. Do so slowly, moving up the shaft as you go.  But try to avoid the frenulum and the head.  These are the most sensitive parts, and especially as a beginner it can be way too easy to trigger an orgasm without meaning to if you stroke them.

3.   If you feel like you are closing in on the point of no return, back off. If you can, try to keep stroking, but slow down and move your hand back down toward the base.

4.   If you are right at the verge of the point of no return, stop what you are doing entirely. Wait until you no longer have the urge to orgasm, and then go back to stroking again.  As before, start at the base with slow motions, working your way up toward the head.

There are no rules for how long you need to do this.  Aim for as long as you can stand, and be happy with whatever you achieve.  You should find that over time you get better and better at this and can extend the time longer and longer.  Not only will this help you to increase your penis girth naturally, but it will also give you a lot more stamina in bed!

·         Squeezing

This is an exercise you should do with caution. 

It is an advanced technique, and one of the easiest ones to get wrong.  A lot of guys say that they achieved their most dramatic girth increases through squeezing.

1.   Work your way up to a full erection.

2.   With one hand, form an “OK” grip as you do in jelqing. Use that grip to hold your penis at the base.

3.   With your other hand, make the “OK” grip as well.

4.   Use that hand to squeeze your penis at various points along its length. Try and do this at increments of roughly one inch.  Stop before you reach the glans.

The idea here is to create a stretch through the areas you are not squeezing.  Pressure is increased between them, stretching out your tissues.

Be very careful with squeezing! 

If you apply too much pressure, you can seriously injure yourself.  If in doubt, stop what you are doing right away—or simply do not attempt this method unless you are sure you know what you are doing.  If you are a beginner, stick with jelqing, gentle stretching, and edging.

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Girth Tips & Tricks

Now that you know some of the best exercises for increasing penis girth, here are a few additional tips to help you get the most out of performing them:

·         Pair exercises with a penis extender and/or penis pump to get the best results.  A penile extender can add permanent length to your member if you use it over a period of months. (See our Sizegenetics extender results here) Not only can a penis extender enhance the results of your exercises, but the exercises are a great way to warm up to use the extender, preventing injury.  The same goes for using a pump, which provides temporary increases in girth.  These dramatic increases may be fleeting, but they can help keep you motivated while you work toward your permanent gains!

·         Start slow and gradually work your way up.  As with any exercises, you should start with gentle stretches and short workouts.  Jelq for five minutes before you move up to ten.  Edge for ten minutes before you try for twenty, and so on.  Over time, you will increase flexibility and stamina.  You will get a better feel for the pressure you need to apply while exercising, and will generally stay safer.

·         Create a balanced routine.  Over time, you will be able to develop an effective exercise routine which includes jelqing, a series of stretches, edging and even squeezing.  Once you optimize that routine, you will speed up the process.

·         If you need help at any point, there are plenty of forums where you can chat with other guys to troubleshoot or get suggestions for making your exercises even more effective. .

·         Do your exercises daily for months.  This is the most important tip I can give you, beyond safety precautions.  Once you get these exercises down, repeat them daily and stick with them!  It will likely take at least several months before you can measure an increase in girth, and likely half a year or longer before you maximize that girth.  So do not give up if you do not get the results you are looking for right away.

Increasing penis girth is something which takes dedication, but it is possible.

So grab your ruler, take your base measurements, and start jelqing. 

Need more info to help you get started?

There are a few good penis exercise programs that guide you with a training program that are worthwhile.   Of these, the most popular is the PE Bible.  It is a complete training guide that is available for instant download here.

However, we think the new Phalogenics training program is much better overall and what we recommend for serious results.  You can check it out here.

It will take some time to see results, but if you stick with it and your genetics allow, you should see some meaningful gains.  You could even add a couple of centimeters by the time you maximize your girth.

You will finally be able to satisfy your partner, and when you both have the best sex of your lives, all that hard work will totally be worth it!

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