#kind of want to add onto this and maybe make this pwp? because this is really truly one of my FAVORITE tropes ever

[userdogmeat]

Keeping Warm

@falloutober - 15

Keeping Warm

It had rained for nearly four days straight before it had finally snowed and while Lone had been accustomed to the rain - a common occurrence in a coastal region - she had not been ready for snow. How could she have been? From what she’d read about the Capital Wasteland, snow had been fairly uncommon even before the bombs dropped. And what Lone could tell you, holed up in a shabby cabin with nothing but her moth-eaten blanket and her dimwit, jaw-grinding former neighbor and current companion, that she hated the snow. Almost as much as she hated Butch right now.

“This sucks.”

“Yep.”

“I mean, this really sucks.”

“I know, Butch.”

It had to be obvious, just how irritated she had been with him but he hadn’t seemed to notice nor care. Instead, Butch had just complained and complained and complained. It was cold. It was wet. His fingers were frozen. His hair was ruined. Blah. Blah. Blah. And when he’d run out of complaints, all he did was start over again, whining and moaning about just how much he hated the cold. 

Lone hated the cold, too. But you didn’t hear her complaining about it, not that Butch would’ve given her the time to do so. His annoying voice filled the empty space with wasted breath that hadn’t been hot enough to heat it.

“Why’s it gotta be so cold?”

“It’s February, Butch. It’s going to be cold in February.”

“Not this cold!” 

Irritation made Lone’s eye twitch as she stared at him blankly, “I don’t know what to tell you, Butch. It’s cold, maybe you should listen to me next time and bring your gloves.”

“But my gloves make my palms sweaty.”

Lone stared at the gray blanket sitting in her lap, worn and stained from its use in the Capital Wasteland and thought of twisting it. If wrung tightly enough, she had thought, it would’ve made a decent noose that she could’ve used to kill Butch with or maybe herself, were she so desperate enough.

“Again, Butch, I really don’t know what to tell you.”

“Ugh.”

Ugh was right. And unfortunately, Butch was right about pretty everything. This sucked. And yeah, sure - Butch being a petulant brat hadn’t been making the situation any better, but it really was the cold that had sucked the most.

“I feel like I’m ‘boutta freeze to death in here, y’know? ’m gonna get that frostbite or whatever, and my toes are gonna fall off.”

“Don’t be such a baby, Butch.”

“A baby!” He gasped, “I don’t know who you callin’ a baby when you’ve been totin’ around that rag of yours since we were in diapers.”

“It is not a rag.”

It was hard to not be defensive of her blanket. Lone loved her blanket. It kept her safe, secure and sure, it hadn’t done the best job of keeping the heat in since she was ten, but it was her blanket. 

“It is too a rag, that thing’s thinner than paper and there’s more holes in that thing than I can count.”

“Well, Butch - last I recalled, counting really wasn’t your strong suit, was it?”

“Touchy.”

Lone couldn’t help but smirk at the purse of Butch’s lips, his huff audible as he pulled the sides of his jacket closer to himself in another attempt to keep himself warm. Stupid bastard, Lone had thought as she stared at her woefully unprepared companion. How had he not listened to her? Butch had left his hat and gloves in Megaton, refused to pack an additional sweater despite Lone telling him to, and had accidentally left his own blanket and sleeping bag in the last place they’d stayed at miles ago. It was no wonder the man was freezing.

“Here,” she huffed as she pulled the blanket from her lap, offering it to him, “I think you need this more than me.”

“I don’t want your stupid - ,”

“Take it, Butch, before I change my mind.”

The way Butch had reached for her blanket so hesitantly had almost been enough for her to change her mind but Lone had allowed it. He was proud - the proudest person she’d ever met, but he was freezing, too and despite how much she liked the idea of him being dead as a doornail and out of her hair, Lone couldn’t bear the idea of losing him either. Especially not like this.

“Thank you.” He had mumbled as he curled into the blanket that he’d tossed over his shoulders.

“Just don’t lose it, alright?”

“I won’t, I promise.”

It had seemed to do enough for Butch to shut up for a while, sniffing occasionally from the runny nose he’d developed. But Lone could see the way that he was shaking, the way the tip of his nose had turned a dark red from the frostnip, the way his teeth chattered as the muscles in his jaw tried to keep warm. He looked miserable - more miserable than she currently was and Lone couldn’t help but sigh.

“Come here.”

“What?”

Lone felt herself warm slightly at her sudden proposition to him, “I said, come here. You’re going to freeze to death if we don’t start sharing some body heat.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Butch had scooted towards her until his shoulders were flush with hers, his arm raising so that he could wrap the blanket around her but pausing as Lone held her hand up to stop him.

“Wait, you - we - uh, we’ve got to um…,” Lone had swallowed, her eyes trailing down his body before drawing back up to look at him and his stupid and unfortunately, devastatingly handsome, but confused face, “strip first.”

If there had ever been a moment that Lone had been grateful for the cold - it was right now because had there been no cold and no frost-nipped rosie skin, Butch would’ve been able to see the blush that had crept past her cheeks and up to her ears.

“We’ve got to what?”

“Strip,” she repeated, “we’ve got to share our body heat, not just some flimsy blanket.”

Butch’s mouth opened and shut a few times, the gears in his head turning in that weird, clunky way they always had when Lone had to offer a compromising solution for a problem that required sharing and touching. It was the same dumb face he’d made when they’d been forced to share that twin bed just a few weeks ago. 

“Oh - uh, alright. But do we have to - um, like…”

“...Take our underwear off?”

Butch nodded meekly, his Adam’s apple bobbing with a hard swallow.

“I don’t know, I think so?” Lone mumbled, “I’ve never had to do this before but from what I’ve read and heard, this is the only way I can help prevent you from freezing to death.”

Butch didn’t object to Lone's explanation, there was no way that he could’ve not with his ass on the line but he still hesitated, instead choosing to wait for Lone to strip first.

Lone had started with her boots, unlacing them quickly - all thanks to the gloves that she had remembered to bring - as Butch struggled alongside her, his fingers stiff from the cold.

“Here,” she offered, reaching down and replacing his hand with her own, “let me help you.”

He watched quietly as Lone helped him remove his boots, her hand slipping underneath the heel and around his ankle before tugging gently and placing them next to him.

“Stand up.”

Butch took Lone’s offered hand, allowing her to pull him up until they were standing only a few inches from one another. Wordlessly, the two began to strip, peeling off their jackets and unzipping their vault suits until their under layers were exposed. And slowly, but surely - with their eyes glued to one another, Lone and Butch stepped out of their vault suits, pools of gore-tex lined blue leather dropping next to the rest of their abandoned clothes until they were in nothing but their underclothes.

Lone could see the way the cold was getting to Butch as he pulled his undershirt up and over his head, the muscles in his stomach flushed and taught as they contracted from the sudden exposure to the chilled air. 

A huff of fogged breath blew from Butch’s mouth as he chuckled, “Fuck, I’m so much colder now.”

“Me, too.” 

He smiled at her, the same dopey smile he’d been doing as of late whenever they were  normal - or whatever this was - with one another and Lone couldn’t help but smile back. It was awkward and strange but somehow, the concept of being stark naked with her former bully turned companion (if that’s what you could call it) was also, somehow just another one of those days at this point. They’d already been through so much together, how bad could pressing her naked body against his naked body really be?

“Well…” she had started, “I guess we better…”

“...Yeah… I guess so.”

And with another awkward but swift movement, Lone and Butch removed their last article of clothing - their underwear - and made themselves completely bare to one another. 

Butch quickly concealed himself with a cup of his hands as Lone quickly began to move, not that she had cared to look anyways - it had just been too cold. And besides, Lone was just as naked as he was, she knew that any pointed fingers at his shrinkage would be returned with a nasty comment about her own nudeness. Instead, Lone focused on the makeshift bedding that she had to quickly create before the encroaching freeze on her fingers made them too stiff to move.

“We’ll share my sleeping bag,” she said, as she moved to sit on her knees - her fingers fumbling as she tried to unclip the single-person sleeping from her pack, “it’ll be a tight squeeze but with this and the blanket, it should be enough to keep us warm.”

Lone could see the way that Butch’s shaking was becoming more severe, he’d been freezing for far longer than she had and now that he was nude, he was only getting worse. So she moved as fast as she could, throwing down the sleeping roll and unzipping it quickly.

“Lay down.”

Butch moved as quickly as he could, settling on the now open sleeping bag with a low groan and she quickly followed suit. Lone hadn’t been wrong about the tight squeeze as she pulled the blanket-part over her and began to zip with each tug, she felt herself pressed closer and closer to Butch’s chill body until it was finally pulled all of the way up to their chins and they were pressed firmly together.

“Come here,” she whispered, as she rolled over to face him, “press your chest against mine.”

Butch shivered against her as the flat of her palm rubbed small, soothing circles against his back and he wiggled one of his arms around her neck and the other wrapped tightly around her back. The two of them tucked their legs into one another, each other’s knee resting over the other until they were fully intertwined, the heat of their groins providing a small warmth against one another’s skin. And they laid like this for as long as they could, holding one another as they tried to keep warm. And it honestly wasn't so bad, Lone had thought, his body pressed against hers. It was strange but intimate, and almost comforting the way their bodies fit so perfectly against one another.

“Are you starting to feel any better?” 

Butch nodded quietly. He was starting to warm up, Lone could feel it. Thank goodness.

“Do you want me to roll over,” she asked, “or maybe you and I spoon you?”

Butch shook his head, his nose burying into the top of her head and deep into her hair. “I’m fine like this,” he mumbled.

Lone smiled into his chest as she felt it begin to rise slower and more steadier, a sign that his muscles were finally starting to relax, allowing him to finally fall into much-needed sleep. And Lone took this as a sign for herself, as she pressed herself tighter against him with shut eyes, inhaling his cologne for a final time before drifting off herself into a warm sleep.

#falloutober #this was a lot longer than i had ever expected it to be #butch deloria #fallout 3 #fallout fanfiction #butch deloria x lone wanderer #kind of want to add onto this and maybe make this pwp? because this is really truly one of my FAVORITE tropes ever #userdogmeat creates

[h0neypjm]

"big tiddie anime bitches" | jjk

↳ Summary: Jungkook, bless his heart, has an obsession. An obsession with big titty anime girls and the idea of you dressed as them. His birthday is coming up, what better time to fulfil his weeb fantasies than on Jungkook's special day.

Alternatively...

You hate the idea of dressing up as those stupid "big tiddie anime bitches" but your love for Jeon Jungkook is stronger. Besides Jungkook will have his turn next.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook x reader

↳ Genre: smut, pwp, fluff, established relationship, 'maid for you' couple !

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Word count: 3.5k

↳ Warnings: disgusting amount of love and adoration between these two ew, unprotected sex, swearing, spanking, titty job, oral (both female and male), spit, reverse cowgirl, lovebites, fingering, big dick! jk, stomach bulging, creampies, crying (but the good kind), dom! jk,

↳ a/n: this is a prequel to my other fic 'maid for you' however this fic can be read on its own. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JEON JUNGKOOK MY LOVE <3

“Okay, hear me out.”

“No, Jungkook, I will not hear you out.”

With an exasperated sigh, you rise from the couch and head to your bathroom, leaving a pouting Jungkook who follows you like a lost puppy.

“Don’t you think it would be so hot though,” Jungkook tries again.

You hastily clip your hair back, eyeing him through the reflection of the mirror, “maybe for you, you pervert.”

Jungkook remains nonchalant, your claim doing little to defer his desires. “Babeee,” he whines again, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close so he can lean his chin onto your shoulder.

“Sorry that I don’t want to feed into your weeb fantasies,” you say, reaching for your toothbrush.

Jungkook’s silent for a while, watching as you brush your teeth before muttering a quiet, “fine,” and leaving you with a light kiss to your neck.

In all honesty, the thought of dressing up as Mai from you and Jungkook’s recent anime binge, ‘Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai,’ doesn’t disgust you. You’ll admit, her little bunny girl get up is hot, and out of all the other characters Jungkook has begged you to dress up as, the bunny girl outfit is probably one of the easiest costumes to get into because let’s be real, no matter how much Jungkook begs you will never paint yourself blue (he can find his own Widowmaker somewhere else).

As you finish up your skincare, you ponder over his request once again. His birthday is coming up soon, and ignoring the fact that there's a suspicious lump of presents stuffed in the back of your closet all for him, one more present wouldn’t hurt.

Entering your bedroom you find your boyfriend bundled up in the sheets, the glow of his phone highlighting his pretty face.

You make yourself known, your knee dipping into the mattress, making Jungkook turn over towards you, his arms welcoming you for your nightly spooning.

“You’re not mad at me right?” he whispers into your hair to which you reply with a snort, “no, why would I be?”

Jungkook sighs like he’s embarrassed, nuzzling his nose deep into your neck, you wiggle away at the ticklish feeling but his strong arms keep you in place. “Because I always ask you to dress up as those characters even though you always like to rant to me about the male gaze and how a bikini doesn’t count as armour.” He cards his fingers through your hair, his other hand rubbing small comforting circles on the skin of your waist, “I don’t want you to think i’m some crazed horndog who objectifies their girlfriend.”

You laugh, big and goofy, and if Jungkook wasn’t so caught up in his thoughts he would’ve kissed you silly.

“Baby I would never think that, you’ve proved to me many times that your love is genuine. But hey, I don't blame you, I’ve got great tits,” you declare, turning to face his sleepy eyes.

“And a great ass too,” he adds, gripping your bottom with a tight hold that makes you gasp.

“I love you,” Jungkook says, pure adoration across his face.

You wanna squish his cheeks so bad, “aww you love me?” comes your teasing reply.

Jungkook rolls his eyes before wriggling into a more comfy position, “just say it back so I can sleep.”

You give into your desire to squish his cheeks by booping his nose. It scrunches cutely and he opens one eye, “I love you too,” you finally say.

The lively music is cranked down and the attention is solely focused on Jungkook. He’s got a big smile plastered across his face, his cheeks a cute shade of pink as he raises his cup.

“I’d just like to thank you all for being here tonight, I couldn’t ask for a better birthday celebration,” Jungkook announces, eliciting a “I LOVE YOU JEON JUNGKOOK!” from none other than a plastered Park Jimin. Jungkook’s eyes crinkle when he shouts back a string of adoration before pulling you in towards him.

“I would also like to thank my beautiful girlfriend who planned this all out,” Jungkook says, those eyes of his that you love so much sparkling just for you.

A round of “awws” makes its way to the two of you and you shyly hide your blush into Jungkook’s chest. He gently kisses the top of your head, the flicker of his birthday candle flames creating an angelic aura around you.

When the chorus of singing finally dies down and Jungkook bends down to blow out his candle and make a wish, he wishes for a forever happiness with you.

As you approach Jungkook with the last handful of empty beer cans, you dump them into the large trash bag and wrap your arms around his backside.

“Hey,” you whisper, gripping his shirt to grab his attention.

“What is it baby,” Jungkook replies mindlessly, scrubbing a stubborn stain out of a plate.

A mischievous grin paints your visage as you tell him, “I have one more present for you.”

Placing the clean plate onto the drying rack, Jungkook cranes his next to look at you, “what! baby you’ve done so much for me already.”

Your smile only grows wider as you gauge Jungkook’s reaction to your words, “I know, but I wanted to fulfil one of your wishes.”

Jungkook pauses, his head tilting slightly as he tries to remember what you’re talking about. “What do you mean wish? What wish are we talking about here?”

You release your grip on him to lean against the counter top, eyeing him closely, “you know… the thing you wanted me to do the other week?”

He shakes his head, looking at you as if it would help him remember before giving up, “I’m lost.”

Pushing yourself off of the counter you roll your eyes, “ugh just meet me in the bedroom when you're done,” you say as you sashay out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.

There’s a long second that passes, the water from the tap suddenly getting hot before Jungkook breathes in with a mumbled, “oh, oh.” 

Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook’s eyes light up with the realisation that he was gonna get lucky tonight. He rushes to the bedroom, almost breaking a glass cup on the way. He expects you to be on the bed laid out for him, but you’re not.

There’s a sliver of yellow light that spills from under the bathroom door and a quiet “shit” that leaves your lips. Jungkook hears a snap, like a rubber band against skin, a small whimper comes from your mouth and Jungkook worriedly knocks on the door.

“What are you doing in there? Are you okay?”

When you bought the damn costume you didn’t read the reviews. You completely missed the part where numerous people recommended buying a size up. Now you’re suffering those consequences and you finally shimmy the body suit on.

“Get on the bed and wait,” you try to say as sweetly as you can, but there's a twinge of struggle that comes making Jungkook lean his ear suspiciously against the door.

“Alright, I’ll wait, but I should remind you that It’s my birthday and you shouldn’t keep the birthday boy waiting.”

You hear the shuffle of bedsheets, Jungkook probably listening to you and lying down on the bed. You stare at yourself in the mirror, both shocked and surprised at how good you look despite the fact that your tits bulge out like you’ve squeezed yourself into those corsets from the 19th century. Not to mention that the body suit is so tight that if you took a deep breath it kind of hurt, but you’ve already made it this far, and you have an excited birthday boy on the other side of the door so with small inhale that doesn’t cause your lungs to hate you, you open the bathroom door.

“Can I open my eyes now,” Jungkook asks excitedly, his tattooed hands covering the entirety of his face.

You’re standing like a stiff soldier, unsure of how to present yourself, “uh, no, don’t look yet.”

Should you pose? How should you stand? Maybe lean against the doorframe? No that’s stupid…

“Oh, fuck”

In the midst of deciding if you should pose like a bunny girl, or get onto the bed, Jungkook had lost his patience and opened his eyes.

“Jungkook! I told you to shut your eyes.”

Jungkook remains frozen, his eyes big as he drinks up your curves. He doesn’t know where to look. Your hips are rounded to perfection, thick thighs on display, your boobs practically one jump away from popping out, the cute bunny ears standing tall that surprisingly suit your features.

“Shit, is it bad that i’m already hard, fucking hell.”

Jungkook doesn’t know if he’s proud because he finally convinced you to dress up for him or proud at the fact that you’re all his. His dick however, agrees to both.

“Men,” you scoff sarcastically as you crawl towards Jungkook whose head lays against the headboard, his taut thighs spread as if to welcome you. 

You find comfort between his thighs kneeling before him and holding his chin in your hand. “Happy birthday, Jungkook,” you say, seduction dropping from your lips.

He smirks back, eyes dropping down to your glossy lips, “mmm, happy birthday to me indeed.”

It’s messy, both your lips getting sticky with a mixture of your lip gloss and saliva, but you love it. Jungkook opens his mouth, you follow his rhythm, your tongue poking out to intertwine with his.

You moan into his mouth when his hands find purchase on your ass. His big hands squeeze both cheeks before slapping them, a loud smack echoing around the room. His action pushes you closer to him, your hands on his chest to steady yourself.

Jungkook’s hands continue to wander before he giggles softly at the discovery of the cute fuzzy tail attached to your bottom.

“Cute,” he utters into your neck, licking your collarbones and sucking your sweet skin.

“What?” you pant, leaning your head back to offer more skin to Jungkook, to which he happily leaves a trail of love bites that slowly bloom along your neckline.

He pokes your butt, “you have a little tail.”

You wiggle your hips, the tail brushing along Jungkook’s hand. You move away from him and run your nails down his thighs, “whatever, get your shirt off and your dick out.”

A lopsided smile erupts on his face, “ohh bunny girl is feisty tonight.” Though, he obeys your command, pulling his shirt over his head in that weird but attractive way that boys do, and unbuckles the belt of his jeans.

Jungkook is indeed very hard, his cock slapping against his abdomen the second it's released from the denim.

You spit into your hand, gripping his cock immediately, drawing out a shocked groan from your boyfriend.

You take care of him with love, your grip tight, making sure to fist his red tip before bringing it back down the length of his shaft.

Once his cock is nice and prepped, shiny from your saliva, you wrap your lips around the head, sucking softly before fluttering your lashes up at him.

His lids are half open, to keep his gaze on you while revelling in the bliss of your heavenly mouth. “Fuck baby, love your mouth,” he groans, bringing his fingers to brush away the strands that fall into your eyes.

You continue your actions, bobbing your head up and down as you watch your boyfriend crumble from pleasure. Suddenly, an idea pops into your brain. Releasing his length from your mouth, you begin to pull off the tight clear straps from your shoulders.

Your tits pop out provocatively, bouncing slightly as they’re released from the confinements of the tight bodysuit.

Jungkook stares, mouth wide open, “wh-what are you doing.”

You’re still continuing to jerk him off, and Jungkook swears he’s about to bust a nut when you ask, “do you wanna fuck my tits?”

He sits up at that, startling you, “are you kidding? Fuck yeah I do.”

You laugh at his cute reaction and flick your hair so it falls off your shoulder, you gotta make sure the girls are all clear for your man after all.

Jungkook holds the base of his cock and you use your hands to press your tits together. He slides in with ease, a hiss and a small “shit” falling from his lips.

You keep your gaze on him, he always likes when you look at him during intimate times like this. You continue your stare, eyes hazy and you let drool dribble out of your mouth, letting it run

down your cleavage and onto his tip. His dick twitches in response and you hide your smile by biting your lip.

Holding your tits together you bounce them up and down, you stick your tongue out teasingly, letting it connect to his tip every time his cock peeps through your cleavage.

“Does it feel good baby?” you ask, helping Jungkook speed up the rhythm of his thrusts. “Mmm God, feels so good baby,” he whines and you swear a flood breaks out in your panties.

You love to please him, his eyes fluttering shut, until he takes his cock out of your hold. “Come here love, I'm gonna cum if you keep going. It's my turn now.”

You pout at the loss of his warmth, “babe it's your birthday, today is all about you. Let me take care of you.”

Jungkook gets up, pulling his jeans fully off his body, leaving his stark naked in front of you. You shamelessly ogle his body, he’s just so fine! 

“There’s a flaw in your logic there babe. Today is all about me, therefore I get to decide what I want to do. And what I want to do is eat you out.”

“Alright birthday boy,” you grin, switching places with Jungkook. Before you lay down you start to remove your bodysuit, that’s until Jungkook lets out a choked, “no! Keep it on.”

You pause, head cocking to the side, “but how are you gonna-”

“Shh, don’t even worry about it, leave all the work to me babe.”

And work he does as he gets right into pleasuring you.

Jungkook starts by teasing you slowly, kissing your heat over the thin material. “Shit baby, you’ve soaked your costume,” he jibes, hooking his thumbs under the elastic to reveal your dripping slit.

You feel his hot breath as it hits your pussy making you involuntarily clench at what’s to come. “Fuck, baby you’ve got the prettiest pussy in the world.”

You cross your arms over your face embarrassed, “Jungkook, please.”

Jungkook listens, flattening his tongue against you, tasting you.

You inhale sharply as Jungkook pulls the costume back more and you fist the sheets when he finally dives in.

“Oh, God! Jungkook!” you moan, basking in the electric pleasure that shoots through you as Jungkook sucks and tongues at your clit like a man starved.

With his free hand, he pops two fingers in his mouth, watching your flushed expression with dark eyes. You feel his fingers at the entrance of your hole, teasing you as his tongue continues to draw pictures on your swollen nub.

Your thighs clench around Jungkook’s head when he slips two of his fingers inside of you. “Ah! Feels so good, baby.”

He says nothing, his reply coming through the wet sounds of his mouth and fingers.

Jungkook is skilled, used to all the signs and crevices of your body, so when your hips begin to lift, and your toes begin to clench, Jungkook keeps at his pace.

His mouth opens and closes around your heat, his fingers curling inside as you explode, your orgasm completely swallowing you.

You throw your head back into the pillows, a whine bubbling out of your mouth. Once your hips settle back down, Jungkook knows the high is over, releasing his mouth and fingers off of you.

Your costume snaps back into place and you sigh, Jungkook crawling on top of you, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. He always gets so cocky after making you cum.

He kisses you again and you melt, tasting yourself on his tongue.

His hands find your waist and you squeal into his neck as he swiftly flips you on top of him. You brush away the hair that had fallen into your face from the abrupt movement, “your strength continues to amaze me,” you giggle, smiling down sweetly at Jungkook. 

You kiss him again because you simply can’t get enough of him, he slaps your ass grabbing your attention. “I want you to turn around.”

You almost frown, “but I want you to look at me when I ride you.”

He runs a ringer down your arm before squeezing your boob in his palm, “you will baby just turn around for me first.”

You comply anyway, turning your body away from him, “you just wanna watch my bunny tail bounce don’t you,” you accuse. Jungkook laughs, “maybe.”

You don’t allow another second to be wasted, sitting up on your knees to move the sticky costume to the side. With your other hand you reach down and hold the base of Jungkook’s cock, positioning it at your entrance before slowly sinking down on him.

You both groan at the sensation of your warmth enveloping his length, your voices harmonising together in pleasure. You swivel your hips in small circles, getting comfortable with his huge size.

Jungkook places both hands on your hips, and you take that as a sign to show him how well you can ride it.

You begin with a light bounce, letting go of the bunny girl costume material as his cock holds it out of the way. You lean your hands on his thighs gaining a steady rhythm humming at the euphoria that spreads through your body.

Jungkook will admit, the sight of your bunny tailed ass paired with the ears that sit atop of your cute head is a sight that makes him release a deep groan.

His hands tighten on your skin and he thrusts up, his body spinning in pleasure, “baby you’re so hot, so tight, fuck.”

You try your best to maintain the speed, loud wet smacks ricocheting around the walls of your room. However, the burn in your tired thighs takes over, and Jungkook notices the way you start to slow down, and he’s not having it.

Jungkook takes the reins and thrusts his hips at a rapid speed that has you screaming his name. As Jungkook increases his speed, he grabs both of your arms, using them to help him piston into you at a faster speed.

“Ah! Oh fuck Jungkook” is all you can say, the pleasure vibrating all over your skin. A mix of both your essences melds together and drips down your thighs, you sigh and fall back against his chest. You can finally see Jungkook, and god, he’s so pretty.

Jungkook continues to thrust into you, his breath staggered and rough as it rushes against your ear. Your tits bounce ferociously like those hentai videos you’ve caught him watching, and as you expected, he grabs one in his hand rubbing a finger over your nipple and squeezing the other.

You pant in his neck, leaving small kisses on his hot skin to which he turns his head to offer you his lips.

Jungkook’s hand releases your tit to find your clit, rubbing fast circles that push you further to your release.

Your mouth falls open, unable to speak. Jungkook is focused on the way your bodies meet, his eyes wide when he notices something.

“Holy shit, look at that love, my dick so big you can see it through your stomach.”

You raise your head, eyes almost crossing at the sight of the bulge that pokes through your stomach every time Jungkook sends a hard thrust into you.

You can’t take it anymore, “Jungkook! Baby I’m gonna cum,” you feel your eyes starting to water at the impending explosion of your orgasm.

You know Jungkook is close, his teeth wrapped around his bottom lip, “yeah, hold it baby I’m almost there, fuck I love you.”

You could almost cry. “I love you so much too Koo.”

With one final thrust you both cum together.

Jungkook holds you tightly, his dick snug inside of your walls as he starts to soften.

No words are spoken, just the sound of deep breaths and shuddered sighs. It’s heavenly. 

Jungkook gently exits your heat, his cum slowly dripping out onto your thighs and onto your bed sheets.

“Just letting you know, it’s gonna be your turn next,” you mumble tiredly, stretching your arms before wrapping them around Jungkook’s head as he continues to catch his breath.

He only scoffs in return, turning his head towards you to plant a sweet kiss against your forehead, “as if.”

Oh, you're so getting back at him.

#h0neypjm #mine #bangtansorciere #bangtaninn #btsghostie #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts x reader #bts #btsdreamcourt #jungkook fluff #ficswithluv

[likecastle]

another ronance smut prompt for you if you’d like to write it! no pressure if not!!

but literally just robin with a strap

OK, this one's sort of a cheat, because a while back, @crushcandles sent me an ask about exploring the D/s dynamic in Ronance, and I started working on a PWP that did just that, which happened to involve Robin wearing a strap. Then couldn't quite decide how to finish it, and I kind of lost steam. So when I got this ask, I decided to use it as an opportunity to finish that fic. Two birds with one stone, I guess? Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Explicit sex behind the cut. Strap-on sex, including a woman's strap-on being referred to as her "cock." A little bit of reflection on gender and biphobia. D/s, orgasm denial or at least control to some extent, overstimulation. I dunno, there's a lot of sex in this one.

By the time Nancy climbs on top of her, Robin is already desperate. The slide of Nancy’s thighs as she sinks down onto Robin’s strap is smooth as silk, and her weight, slight though she is, adds a tantalizing pressure as the base of the toy pushes against her.

Robin lets go of the strap as Nancy settles herself, circling her hips experimentally with a gratified sigh. Before Robin can even roll her hips, Nancy is lifting up again and sliding back down, fucking herself on Robin’s cock.

There was a time, once, when Robin might have hesitated to call it that. She’s known her share of women who don’t think of things that way, who might, even, consider such a turn of phrase a sort of betrayal. She’s known plenty of women, too, who would be insecure if their girlfriend—especially a girlfriend who used to date men, who was maybe a little too eager to see Eyes Wide Shut because she still hasn’t gotten over her adolescent crush on Tom Cruise—liked getting fucked this way, but Robin loves it.

She loves looking up at Nancy above her, at her small, soft breasts bouncing as she rides Robin’s cock. She loves, too, the way she can put her hands on Nancy’s hips and feel her moving, see her muscles flex under her pale skin. The sight of Nancy slipping a slender hand through her dark thatch of pubic hair to touch her clit is one Robin thinks she could watch forever. She loves how she can feel it when Nancy is about to come, her thighs starting to tremble as she bears down on the pleasure pooling in her hips. Nancy’s curls fall wild around her when she throws her head back, and Robin would have to be an idiot to pass on such a luxury, to say nothing of the lean column of her neck, her wet and parting lips. And perhaps most of all, she loves feeling Nancy use her for her own gratification, the way she won’t stop until she’s satisfied and there’s nothing Robin can do but keep giving it to her.

Still shivering from her orgasm, breath hectic in her chest, Nancy leans down to capture Robin’s lips in a kiss. “You feel so good inside me,” she says. “If you fuck me just right, sweetheart, maybe I’ll let you come, too.”

A moan punches out of Robin, her cunt clenching hard between her legs. Nancy licks into Robin’s open mouth, a teasing flick of her tongue that makes Robin’s hips buck. Nancy is so wicked like this, all cruel mischief and selfish self-gratification—dangling what Robin wants right in front of her, always holding it just out of reach.

“Do you want to come tonight?” Nancy murmurs, lips still close enough that Robin can almost taste another kiss.

Robin groans and nods her head.

Nancy draws back enough so that Robin can see her smirk. “Do you think you can do it?” She circles her hips again to remind Robin of the pressure of the strap—close to her clit but not quite near enough to get her off. “Can you fuck me well enough to earn it?”

“Uh-huh,” Robin moans, so desperate for her—to make her happy, to make her come, to take whatever Nancy will give her.

“All right, then,” Nancy says. She leans in close, so that their bodies are almost flush, and presses Robin’s wrists to the mattress, which sends a hot flush of need through Robin from scalp to toes. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

The rhythm Nancy sets this time is punishingly fast, fucking herself on Robin’s cock as quick as she can. Robin rises to meet her, snapping her hips hard enough to make Nancy cry out. Robin is drenched in sweat within moments, the muscles in her belly shaking with the effort of keeping up with Nancy’s pace. But, god, the sight of her when Robin fucks her is worth it. Even if Nancy decides she doesn’t deserve to come tonight, it’ll be everything Robin needs just to watch her like this. She’s so serious, chasing her orgasm like she pursues anything she wants—recklessly, relentlessly, without hesitation. And the stunned pleasure that breaks across her face as Robin grinds her cock into her just right is so gratifying. Robin did that to her. Robin can give her what she needs.

Robin wants to get her hands on Nancy, but Nancy’s grip is firm on Robin’s wrists. The moment she tries to lift an arm, Nancy redoubles the pressure against the mattress. “Don’t you want to be good for me?”

The question makes Robin groan, cunt clenching between her braced legs. She does want to be good for Nancy, always, always, but, god, she also wants to come.

“Tell me,” Nancy says, rocking herself rough and shallow to meet Robin’s thrusts. “Tell me what you want.”

Right now, it’s all Robin can do to breathe. Talking—let alone in full sentences—feels like asking too much. But it’s Nancy who’s asking, so she tries to focus. “Wanna fuck you till you can’t stop coming.” She’s not even sure that makes sense, but Nancy moans above her and kisses her encouragingly.

“What else?” she gasps.

Robin can tell from the breathless note in Nancy’s voice that she’s close again. She’s letting the close clench of their bodies help her along, rubbing herself off against Robin’s hips, and it makes Robin weak to feel Nancy using her like that. Robin likes to be of use.

“What else,” Nancy asks sharply, and, fuck, Robin was supposed to be talking.

“Wanna make you come,” she hurries to say, tongue-tied with lust. “Wanna give you what you want, all of it, till you can’t take it anymore. Wanna taste it on you, how good you feel, how well I made you come.”

Nancy comes with a shout, the way she used to be self-conscious about, and Robin loves it, loves her loud and unrestrained, loves the wild tremor that shakes her so hard she dislodges herself from the strap. She keeps rocking, though, pressing her hips against Robin’s leg, her belly until her orgasm finally recedes.

“Oh, fuck,” Nancy says, when she finally catches her breath. She lets up her grip on Robin’s wrists and immediately Robin wraps her arms around Nancy’s waist, holding her close. “That was so good,” she says, catching Robin’s lips for another kiss. “You were so good for me.”

Robin whines against her, and then gasps as Nancy’s thigh catches her dripping cunt.

“Is that what you want?” Nancy asks, pressing harder so that Robin quakes. It’s not going to take much to get her off. If Nancy just stays where she is, Robin’s pretty sure she can get enough friction to tip herself over the edge.

“Nance, please,” she begs. Nancy likes it when she does that.

“Is it?” Too late, Robin hears the mischief in Nancy’s voice. “Because I thought you said you wanted to taste me.”

Nancy slips her thigh from between Robin’s legs and Robin lets her head drop back on the pillow in despair.

“Well?” Nancy asks, impatiently, though she’s smiling down at Robin with that wicked smirk of hers.

“I do,” Robin croaks.

“Do you want it more than you want to come? You can only have one.”

The ultimatum makes Robin’s hips jerk, and she thrashes her head on the pillow for a moment, because it’s either that or come unraveled.

“Which do you want more?” Nancy asks, and as she speaks, she reaches down to take hold of the strap, which is still slick from inside her. She pumps her fist up and down, and this time the angle is just right so the base of the strap rubs against Robin’s clit.

Robin’s toes clench, and her thighs strain to lift her hips into the pressure. She could come like this, she can feel it, Nancy jerking her off with slow, steady pulls to her cock.

“Is all you care about getting off,” Nancy continues, in that deliciously judgmental tone of hers, “or do you want to do what you promised you would do and eat me out?”

Robin groans, pushing her hips up into the sweet pressure of the strap one last time before she says, “I wanna taste you.”

“Good girl,” Nancy says, and lets go of the strap. It bobs, forgotten, as Nancy climbs up Robin’s body to straddle her face.

Robin moans into the dark between Nancy’s thighs. She’s so wet against Robin’s tongue, the taste of her so rich and thick. It doesn’t matter if Robin never gets to come again, she thinks feverishly, not if she gets to do this for Nancy. She’d wait forever, it Nancy asked her to.

“Hands on my thighs,” Nancy says in a warning tone. “I don’t want you trying to touch yourself while I can’t see.”

Robin wouldn’t, but she puts her hands on Nancy’s thighs anyway. She loves the flex of Nancy’s muscles under her fingers, the way it lets her pull her in closer. Nancy rides her face fast, fingers working furiously on her overstimulated clit. Robin’s head spins, her hips rocking in time with Nancy’s, her forgotten cunt throbbing below her bouncing cock.

It doesn’t take long before Nancy’s coming on Robin’s tongue, her thighs shaking against Robin’s ears. Even once she’s come, Nancy keeps rubbing her clit, drawing her pleasure out a little longer. Robin revels in the knowledge that Nancy is as loathe to let this end as she is.

When at last she climbs off Robin’s face, Robin shivers at the sudden chill of the cool air meeting the spit and slick that’s smeared across her face and throat. It makes her feel filthy in the most delicious way, debauched for Nancy’s eyes only. She closes her eyes and breathes in Nancy’s heady scent, licks Nancy’s wetness from her lips. She loves being covered in her, loves the thought of waking up tomorrow and still being able to smell traces of Nancy on her skin.

“I love seeing you this way,” Nancy says from somewhere too far away. “And you love it, too, don’t you?”

Dazed with desire, too exhausted to give a coherent answer, Robin nods.

“Do you want to show me?”

Curious, Robin cracks her eyes open to find Nancy sitting down by her feet, watching her fondly. “Hm?” she manages to ask.

Nancy smiles, and runs a hand up Robin’s leg. Even just that light touch feels exquisite, in the state Robin’s in, makes her tremble with a much more intimate touch might. “Do you want to show me how good I make you feel?”

Of course Robin wants to, she wants to give Nancy everything she can, but she doesn’t really understand what Nancy is asking her to do. The trailing touch of Nancy’s fingers on her calf is so good, she almost wants to cry. When she tries to ask, all that comes out is a whine.

“Will you make yourself come for me, sweetheart?” Nancy asks, more pointedly. “Can you do that?”

Robin blinks, head spinning. “But . . . ?”

Nancy leans down and drops a delicate kiss on the side of Robin’s knee. “I changed my mind,” she says. “You were so good for me, I think you deserve it. But you’re going to have to do it yourself.”

Robin wants to sob. She wants to come, has been desperate for it all night, but she’s so tired now that all she can think about is curling up beside Nancy and falling asleep.

“Can you do that for me?” Nancy asks, almost wheedling.

Robin nods. With stiff fingers, she loosens the harness just enough that the strap slaps against her thigh. When she slips her hand between her legs, she can’t help but moans at how wet she is. Her vulva is sensitive from the pressure of the strap, but the ache is good.

“Legs open,” Nancy insists. “I want to see you.”

Her thighs burn as she draws her legs up and out, exposing the hot core of herself to the open air. She can feel Nancy looking at her, and that’s almost as good as a touch. She imagines it like a wave lapping against her as she rubs her clit.

“You’re so wet for me,” Nancy says admiringly. “I don’t think it’ll take you long to come, at all.”

Robin quickens her pace, wanting that to be true.

“You were so good for me tonight,” Nancy says, and Robin shakes. “Only thinking about what I needed, always putting me first. You fuck me so well, sweetheart, you’re so good to me.”

Robin feels herself flush all over, her legs shaking. “Nancy,” she gasps. “Please.”

“Are you going to come?”

Her hips are shaking, her breath frantic in her chest, but she can’t feel it, the closing of that circle inside her that means she’s close. She whines urgently, tossing her head against the pillow. She pressed harder against her clit, willing her aching arm to move faster, fuck herself better. Nancy wants her to come, she has to give it to her.

“What if I told you to stop?” Nancy asks abruptly.

It takes her a moment to understand what Nancy’s asking, but the moment she does, she takes her hands off herself and lies there trembling.

“You’d stop just like that?” Nancy asks. “Go to bed right now and not touch yourself again until I said you could?”

“Anything,” Robin breathes, not even knowing what she means. “Anything, anything, please, just make me.”

Nancy must take pity on her then, because the next moment, there’s a shifting weight on the mattress, and two fingers slip inside her. She cries out, writhing as Nancy fucks her. She tries to raise her hips to rock back into Nancy’s touch, but at this point it’s all she can do to brace herself for it, let it happen.

Nancy fucks her rough and insistent and Robin can feel herself unraveling, the circle inside her tightening at last. The shaking in her is beyond her control, and when Nancy crooks her fingers inside her, crooning to her, calling Robin her sweet girl and telling her how good she’s been, how of course she deserves this, Robin cries out and comes so hard her calf cramps.

“Sweetheart,” Nancy murmurs as she eases Robin down onto the sweat-damp mattress.

She’s crying, she realizes, in amidst her sobbing breaths. “Love you,” she gasps. It feels essential to say it right now. It’s maybe the only thing she knows in this moment, when her whole body is pushed to its limit. She wraps her trembling arms around Nancy’s neck.

Nancy holds her close until she’s still again, and then a little longer after that.

#ronance #robin x nancy #robin/nancy #stranger things femslash #femslashtember

[phneltwrites]

fic writer meme

I was tagged by @ziusik <3

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

between my two pseuds, 132. I started posting end of 2018 and i orphaned 1 fic so that's everything

2. what's your total ao3 wordcount?

996,548 words

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Right now various Thai BL, mostly offgun, and I'm on the docket for a DCU fic for a pal who won me in a raffle

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

the top 17 of my most kudosed are all MDZS wangxian, what a powerful fandom (then a witcher then a leverage)

Love Is More Than Telling Me You Want It - the omegaverse big gender feels one

Yeah I Know How You Like It - wwx gets telepathy and lwj is horny then touching about it. love every time i get a comment on this that's like this is a pwp why am i crying. hehe

your persuasions - lwj has a big dick and wwx is a san francisco based high tech software programmer. they fuck about it

the earthquake in the room - alternate universe Canada modern university fic. In which lwj does not make wwx toast

wild for your skin - canonverse pwp

from this i suppose that most people are pretty disappointed when i update and it isn't smut

5. do you respond to comments?

always! I feel like fandom is this thing we're making together and when people reach out to me I reach back and in that way we both add stitches to the tapestry that is the community

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think most of my fics have a hopeful ending. So it might be Verbs are a Tragedy the Captain Marvel Carol/Maria fic about Maria grieving. Or wait! maybe the Never Let Me Go fic because it ends right before you know that Chopper is about to get his heart broken. Or the John Wick fic about Helen cause you know she dies later and isn't able to keep her promise of helping John leave the business? Ok maybe I do have some angsty endings.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

ha what is happy. Maybe the Leverage fic where Eliot has to pretend to be married to Hardison even though they are exes and that one ends with him proposing to Parker and Hardison and them being happy together

8. do you get hate on fics?

Rarely. Not usually hate at me but sometimes my fics make people pretty angry. I don't love it when people yell at the fic. the funniest though is getting an angry bookmark on a fic that i turned comments off of cause people were angry. like you do you in the bookmarks but lmao

9. do you write smut?

do i ever

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you have written?

I write fusions and crossovers! My wildest crossover is a 5x fic about Fezzik and Inigo from the princess bride meeting different other characters which actually might be the angstiest one now that I think about it because their last section is them going to the grey havens from lotr so they can sail into the west together. they also party with phryne fisher

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

i think only onto wattpad

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, and it's so cool!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Twice! One time on a leverage fic and it taught me how to use semi colons and also write introspection, a lesson i have forgotten and one time lesbian beach volleyball porn with a friend.

14. what's your all time favorite ship?

uhhhh oh no. they're all my favourites. of the ships i've written... no can't do it.

15. what is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I dream of finishing my pacific rim x avatar fusion with mdzs. the worldbuilding was so much fun.

Everything else I think I've comprehensively abandoned in drafts. rip carol and maria having fun in space, jon and tormund going to winterfell, and the shl ocean's 11 au oh shit also the fic where wwx was adopted into the nie sect and it changes very little in some ways. Otherwise I tend to finish things I'm kind of a robot

16. what are your writing strengths?

smut and extended metaphors

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

description, romance, tenses, character introspection. i also think my sentence level writing is not that strong

18. thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

do whatever you want forever

19. first fandom you wrote for?

leverage! my first fanfic is on ao3 for that show. though technically i did a creative writing exercise where nietzsche and the librarian from a Borges short story hooked up as a class assignment in university so idk i guess maybe literary rpf

20. favorite fic you have written?

uhhhhh. i genuinely don't know. they're all their own little thing. im more interested in hearing which of my fics are other people's faves

tagging @idrilka @defractum @daltoneering @giraffeter @ginnymoonbeam

#tag meme

[neoculturetravesty]

Friday evening

Image adapted from here.

Pairing: Taeyong x Reader Genre: smut, pwp, romance, established relationship Warnings: 18+, oral (male receiving), protected sex, reader is a slight party girl with a bit of an innocence kink, riding, swallowing. Taeyong is sad because he’s been put on a break with an injured back and somehow seeing him this vulnerable is turning you on. Word Count: 4739

Summary: Taeyong has always, always put your pleasure first. It’s not that he does it out of learned, respectful responsibility; it’s because he needs to put your pleasure first or he would go crazy. So the poor boy doesn’t know what to do with himself now that he��s out of commission with an injured back and you’re the one that’s, erm, taking care of him.

A/N: Basically just pure filth and also my first attempt at smut. I also don’t have a proofreader, so pardon my oversights. Here goes nothing.

To say that your Friday evenings have changed a lot over the years would be an understatement. When you were younger, all you wanted to do at the end of a tough week was to get out and drink to your heart’s content. You’d stay out all night, sometimes even passing out in places that were most definitely not home. You had staked your claim in every club the city had to offer; you had never met a drink you didn’t like; there had never been a party you weren’t invited to.

So the fact that you were here now--splayed out over your couch with your boyfriend draped over you, his head resting on your belly while you lazily watched Netflix--was quite frankly absurd. If your other friends saw you here, choosing to stay in on a Friday night, they would think you were going through some kind of crisis. But you weren’t going through a crisis. You were just in love.

You were in love with a boy who was so incredibly, sweetly, and disgustingly domestic, you had no choice but to be soft for him. It came as a surprise to you at first--the fact that he was as domestic as he was. When you had first met him and found out who he was, you were convinced that he had to be, quite frankly, the fuckboy type. Taeyong was incredibly handsome, for starters, but also people would tell him he was handsome, and he got told this multiple times a day. Add to that the nature of his job, and girls, boys and everyone in between would throw themselves at him. You had met him through work while he had his idol and leader persona on. He was intense, he was charismatic, he worked the room like he owned it. So of course, you had thought, he had to be a fuckboy. It’s what made you approach him in the first place.

But on your first date, he cooked for you, couldn’t meet your eyes the entire time, and blushed and giggled every time you complimented his food; and all your assumptions were put to rest. You soon discovered that the poor boy didn’t know much outside of his work. The confidence, the charisma, the strength in his posture--it was all for the cameras. When the lights were off, you found that he was completely the opposite. What threw you off most of all was how sweet he was and how incredibly pure he was. He had had girlfriends before, that much he admitted, yet you had a way of knowing that he was way more innocent than he led on. 

You didn’t think you were the kind that would be into that sort of thing--the pure, good boy types. But you found yourself drawn to him and it surprised you. You were so used to flings with fuckboys where the both of you knew you were in it for a good time, not a long time. Maybe a part of you finally wanted the long time though you didn’t know it yet.

So when Taeyong had taken your hand one day and asked you to be his girlfriend, you had found yourself at a loss for words. He had looked at you with such hopeful sincerity in his doe eyes that it had almost frightened you. No one had ever looked at you like that. You had never been anyone’s girlfriend before. So you had answered “I guess...?” which was perhaps not the smartest response, but now you were glad you’d been dumb. Because it led you here, almost a year later with the boy you loved cuddling into your belly on the couch.

The two of you had been laying like this all afternoon and had gone through too many episodes of Money Heist without moving. But moments like these were so rare with Taeyong’s schedule and your own work that you dare not move an inch. You kept hugging onto the empty popcorn bowl while Taeyong lazily rubbed his hands up and down your sides, his cheek pressing into your tummy, his head almost buried under his favorite black blanket while he looked at the screen. When yet another episode ends, you reach over to stroke his hair “Aren’t you hungry?” you ask.

He shakes his head as he yawns “Nope. Are you? I could cook you something.” He says, lifting his head up to look at you. 

“But you’re hurt. I don’t want you to move.” You retort, rubbing the back of his neck. Your poor boyfriend had quite literally worked his back off till it physically gave up. He worked even when it hurt, he worked even when he limped. When he couldn’t move at all, is when he allowed himself a break. That’s what your first fight had been about--you yelling at him that he needs to take it easy and him telling you that you just don’t understand. You had ever since reminded yourself to be more patient with him. Taeyong, you found, was a fixer. He always felt like he needed to be there for his team, for his family, for you, so much so that he would run himself down no matter what it did to him. So the fact that he was here now, forced to take a break, was eating him up from the inside. You could tell.

“I’m tired of staying still.” He whines, buying his face into your tummy. It makes you chuckle and you hold his head closer.

“My poor baby.” You say and suddenly, the urge to take care of him overwhelms you. You look down at him as he hugs your middle, his usually wide shoulders curving in to make him seem smaller. He looked so helpless, so vulnerable and so broken, and that image made heat build in your core. ‘Fuck, I am going to hell.’ you thought as you felt the throb between your legs. It was fucked up, the fact that your boyfriend being helpless and hurt was suddenly turning you on. You start to wonder what was wrong with you. Why did his purity, his good heart, his innocence, and right now, his vulnerability stir something so carnal in you? You were going to hell for sure. 

‘He’s hurt, he’s hurt, he’s hurt.’ You tell yourself over and over like a mantra to stop yourself from having sinful, unvirtuous thoughts about him, but you must have been tugging the hair on the back of his head a bit too tight because he suddenly looks up at you. Like he could feel the air shift. He holds your gaze as he gently pushes the hem of your shirt up, just enough to reveal a sliver of belly and lands a tender kiss on the exposed skin. His big, warm hands delicately reach into your sides under your shirt and he bows his head and kisses your skin like worship. You look down at him with wonder as you hold his head like you were guiding him, and he was all too eager to be led. This boy had always been a giver. He knew right away that you wanted him and his first instinct had been to take care of you. You allow yourself to be venerated by his lips like that for a moment, melting back into the cushions as his kisses leave a trail till he licks a stripe just below your navel, drawing a moan out of you, somehow bringing you back to your senses. Only a little.

“Taeyong, you’re hurt.” you remind him, but it’s a weak reminder. You’re saying it just to say it because your body is brazen. He must have felt the insincerity in your tone because he doesn’t stop. His long, dexterous fingers move to the fly of your jeans, unbuttoning them and landing a kiss right on your pubic bone, over the thin fabric of your underwear. You inhale as you feel goosebumps prickling your skin from pleasure and for a moment, you think it’s okay to be this selfish. It’s okay to have your pure, guileless, obliging boyfriend worship your body even though he was hurt because the things he was doing to you… it would be more wrong of you to stop this reverence of unbounded desire. You were going to hell anyway, might as well be with an angel between your legs. 

But Taeyong hooks his index finger in the band of your underwear and pulls it down, lifting himself up to place another kiss when you hear him gasp “Ahh!” and it serves as a cruel, literal eye opener. Because your eyes actually snap open and the haze of sinful bliss surrounding you dissipates and you realize just how selfish you’re being. 

“Taeyong!” You sit up abruptly, watching the grimace on his face. You get off the couch and kneel next to him as he buries his face in the cushions, groaning. “Does it hurt a lot?” You ask, placing a gentle hand to his back, not daring to apply any amount of pressure. You lean in and press a kiss on his hurt.

Presumably, when the sting has subsided, he looks at you again and says “No, no… it doesn’t hurt… come back here.” He reaches a hand to the back of your head and pulls you in but it’s breaking your heart. You know he wants to make you feel good; he has almost a riotous need to keep you satisfied because that’s what keeps him going, that’s what validates him. The fact that he can’t would eat him up till he spirals and loses his mind. ‘Wouldn’t that be nice.’ The evil part of you thinks as the image of a more vulnerable Taeyong, a more broken Taeyong takes over your mind and you feel the needy heat build even greater under the undone fly of your pants. ‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’ You think to yourself in horror as this salacious, immoral image and what it has done to your core actually puts you to shame. Internally, you’re burying your face in your hands just like Taeyong was burying his face in the cushions. 

You take a deep breath to steady yourself. For once, you had to put a leash on your libido. Your boyfriend was hurt and you needed to be a good girlfriend. “We can do this when you’re better.” You say, rubbing your palm on his back, then stroking his head.

“But I want you now. Don’t you want me?” He asks with such uncertainty and you can tell he’s being the wicked one now because he knows what this tone does to you. Especially when he looks at you with eyes that drip honey. He knows he has you wrapped around his little finger in this moment because he keeps pouting. Taeyong would always have you putty in his beautiful hands and talented tongue. He loved making you feel good, he got off on making you feel good. You had pretty much been living your best life since you met him because you were finally with a man that cared more about your pleasure than his own. So of course, you wanted him. But not like this. 

“Come here.” You say to him gently, arranging the pillows around him and helping him flip over on his back so he was much more stable. Taeyong sighs, defeated in his expression, thinking he has lost this battle when you place a hand on his chest and lean over him to kiss him on the lips. You kneel by the side of the couch, hovering over him as he lays, cupping his face in your palms. Soon your fingers find their way to the base of his neck and you’re tugging at his hair again. You roll your tongue against his lips and into his willing mouth, kissing him with desire. He lays obediently as you pull back but looks at you in confusion, like he’s not sure if you’re giving up or giving in. You kiss into the crook of his neck, gently suckling on his sweet skin there and he moans out. You smile because you don’t have to look to know that his cock has twitched in his pants. 

You lean over his face, bringing the pad of your thumb to his bottom lip, gently stroking it as you talk “Do you want me?” you ask, your tone low and sultry, wanting to hear his sweet voice before you unleashed yourself on his body. His lips part and he’s panting when he nods his head “I want you.” he sighs in a soft voice. So you get up and carefully place yourself between his legs as he lays, ensuring not to shift the weight on the couch too much that it makes his back uncomfortable. You lift his shirt up just a little bit and kiss the skin of his belly, continuing from where you had left off, except the roles are reversed. But while you were laying back and taking in the sensation, Taeyong is confused; turned on but confused, like he doesn’t know what you’re doing to him. 

You meet his befuddled eyes, see him propped up on his elbows to look at you move, almost as if you were doing something perverse, something you weren’t supposed to do. So you give him a wicked smile and undo the button of his fly, just as he had done and press a kiss on top of his boxers. Your hands rub up into his chest “Lay back, sweetie.” You say lovingly as you slowly, teasingly start pulling the band of his boxers down, taking your time with it, putting on a show. Taeyong’s eyes are wide and his belly is pleasurably uneasy. He wasn’t used to this, simply because he never gave you enough time to reciprocate. He liked feeling a strange sense of control that came with the familiarity of being between your legs, giving you enough pleasure that you forgot your own name. He knew that process by heart. But this. This didn’t happen very often, but you were determined tonight, it seemed. He didn’t complain, even if he laid back with a sense of uncertainty because not knowing what would happen was distressing and thrilling at the same time.

You finally pull his boxers down enough to expose his semi-hardness and smile, running your hands down his sides just as he had done to yours, lifting his shirt up a little bit more. You look down at him brazenly, admiring his bare manhood, smiling at him. “My baby is pretty all over.” you say, making him close his eyes, head falling back into the pillows as he suppresses a moan. The image gives you a violent sort of hunger, like you wanted to own him, rail him till he saw stars.

You hold his length, pressing it into his belly with your palm before you finally lower your head and press your lips to his base. You feel him twitch under you at the same time you hear him let out a shaky moan, like he was feeling too much pleasure than he wanted to show.

“Let me hear your sweet voice, baby.” you encourage him and press more kisses to his balls, slowly rubbing circles with your thumb on his sensitive tip. You’ve swept your hair to one side and you hum into the kisses before the need to taste him tastes over. So you part your lips and let your tongue swipe him as you pucker, making him hiss out in pleasure. You gently start sucking then, rolling your tongue over and over, taking your time with it. You were in no rush. The two of you had all night. 

You gently start rubbing the underside of his growing length with your palm, almost massaging it, little beads of precum dripping onto his belly. You look up at Taeyong through your lashes and find his head thrown back, eyes closed, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows. He looked like an angel. So you start to kiss up his length, on the sensitive underside, little moans escaping your mouth as well and Taeyong can barely breathe. It feels forbidden to him, laying here like this as you pleasure him but he has to admit that it is a sweet form of torture and he wants it as much as he doesn’t. 

Your lips finally find his leaking tip. You stop, just so he’d look at you, giving you a chance to hold his gaze when you kiss it, a sweet, unassuming press of the lips, nothing more. But it has the effect you wanted because it draws a gurgled, almost pained moan out of him. 

“Fuck!” he all but yells out. And that’s all you needed to hear before you wrap your lips around it and start sucking. You take your time, swirling your tongue around, tasting his saline lust in your mouth while your hand takes care of the rest of his length, all the way to the base, softly stroking, massaging. It wasn’t often that Taeyong let this go on for this long. Usually, by this time, he would have lifted you to your feet into a kiss before he went back to his insatiable need to put you on pleasure’s end, making love to you like it was the only thing he was born to do. It took him hurting his back to keep him in place like this, and that wicked part of you is almost thankful for it.

Your mouth has picked up the pace, built a rhythm and the deviant sounds of your spit swirling in your mouth around his flesh fill the room. Suddenly, you hold yourself in place, placing your palms carefully on his thighs and relaxing your jaw before you slowly start easing his length into you inch by inch. You hadn’t done this in a while and certainly not with Taeyong, which is why the poor boy has almost sat up in bewilderment, eyes wild as he looks down at your feverish desire for him. 

“Oh God, Y/N…” he sounds like he’s underwater, like his breath is caught in his throat and you would have stopped if his hand didn’t go to your hair, holding you in place, telling you otherwise. So you keep going lower, never minding the slobber that drools out of you inelegantly and anoints him. You wanted him inside you like this, all the way in your throat where he’d never been, and you were going to make it happen. 

“Fuck, baby, fuck…” he’s whimpering now, moaning like it was too much and you almost take mercy on him. Almost. But you were so close now and you wanted him to be in the deepest parts of you because it was him. It was Taeyong, the boy who took your heart and broke down your walls and taught you what it was like to be loved without condition. You wanted to give him every part of you, good and bad. In this moment, you decide that you will love him with the same fervent worship that he loves you. That you would pleasure him with the same passionate devotion he pleasures you. And that you would stay by his side for as long as he would have you. It was strange, having this epiphany whilst his cock was lodged all the way in your throat.

You come up then, wiping your chin on the back of your hand and move up with the sudden hunger to kiss him. The riot in your chest has changed to something else, perhaps a feral craving, like you needed to hold this boy down and have him and drive him wild so he was whimpering, sobbing, begging for repentance. You needed him to be bare for you in a way he had never been exposed to anyone before.

So you kiss him deep, kiss him like a promise, vowing all you had thought in your head with your lips before he’s even had a chance to say something. He has noticed your energy shift because his arms are around you, holding you to him protectively, even though you dare not put your entire weight on him. You pull back to look at him and he sees such tempestuous emotion on your face that it makes him worry.

“Baby--” he begins but you cut him off.

“--I want you inside of me.” you announce and lean in to kiss him briefly, mostly so he wouldn’t protest or sit up or take over. You pull back and arrange the cushions around him once more, making sure that he is well and truly secure. You reach into the couch and pull out a condom that you always had stashed in there just in case. He looks at you tenderly and combs your hair away from your face with his fingers and you rip the foil open and carefully roll it down his length. When he is nice and wrapped, you bring your hands to the hem of your shirt because you want to give him a full view. He helps you take it off along with your pants and you position yourself on top of him, aligning him to yourself. You lean over to peck him on the lips.

“Tell me if it hurts, okay?” you tell him and he holds your hips, nodding as he helps you sink down onto him. Truth be told, he wouldn’t stop this even if it hurt him because this was Taeyong’s personal heaven. You place your hands on his chest and begin rolling your hips, setting a slow, sensual, torturous rhythm that has Taeyong seeing stars. Soon, your moans and gasps are harmonizing and you think that this is perfect. This is where you belong. You were made for each other. You were born for each other. You wanted him in ways you had never wanted anyone before. 

You look at him as you sink down fully, feeling him deep and full and you squeeze around him as you lift back up. You don’t pick up the pace, not yet. You just want to see this boy losing his mind as you stroked him with your wet warmth, squeezing him, building his rapture more than he could bear. 

Taeyong’s hiding away, and for a moment you wonder if it is because he’s ashamed of feeling this amount of pleasure. He has one forearm thrown over his eyes and the sounds that escape him are trembling keens, like he’s in pain, like he’s being tortured. Every now and then, his breath hitches in his throat and he trembles all over.

So you move his arm and lean over him, taking his face in your palms and kissing his lips. “Look at me, baby.” you whisper at him and he obliges. You kiss the side of his face, over and over, lovingly, almost chastely but your hips are lewd against his, and he doesn’t know what to think anymore.

“I love you, Taeyong. So much. Did you know that?” You say to him, right in his ear as your hips start to make quick work of his shaft. You have him putty, you can see it and for a while, there is victory in your smile. You have him where you wanted him because he’s barely present anymore. All he can feel is your sinfully sweet warmth holding him prisoner and he’s lightheaded. He feels nothing but euphoria, he smells nothing but your scent clouding his senses, he hears nothing but your moans, ringing in his ears like incantations. 

You want him this way, crazed and gone, but the desire to have your name on his pretty lips when you’ve stripped him this bare is strong. So you grab his hair in a stronghold to bring him back, placing your lips close to his. “Say my name, baby.”

“Y/N…” he says in a broken cry and holds your hips as he starts thrusting up into you but you stop him. You know he is close, you know he wants an end to this overstimulation, but you finally have him where he seldom lets you have him. And you want to savour it, have this moment be yours for as long as you wanted.

“Tell me you love me. Tell me you need me.” you know it in your heart but you want to hear it. Hear it when he is most vulnerable. Hear your name from his lips like a prayer when he comes undone. You’re going all out on him now, moving your hips against him like there was no tomorrow.

“Fuckkk, Y/N, I love you! I need you! I need you so much it drives me crazy. I need you, I need you… fuck, baby I’m going to come…” his eyes are closing, the words are coming out of him strained, and you watch victoriously. Like you’ve finally pulled the confession you wanted out of your criminal after sweet, prolonged torture. You make him look at you.

“Ahhh fuck, Y/N…” his yell ends in a croak, and you halt your movements, climbing off of him to take him in your hand, pulling the condom off and pumping him quick while your mouth sucks on the tip, tasting yourself on him. His hips buck into you involuntarily as he holds your hair, saying your name over and over like you wanted, spilling his seed into your willing mouth. He watches with amazement as you swallow everything he gives you, pumping him with your hand fast into your wanton mouth. 

He slumps back when he’s done and you’re on top of him, kissing him with your dirty mouth. The poor boy looks too worked out to kiss you back with much presence. So you smile and let him be for a moment so you could clean up. You bring him back a wet towel and a fresh pair of boxers. You begin attending to him, softly cleaning him up and for once in your relationship, he is too spent to protest. He lets you care for him. Usually, he was the one who would do this after sex, but here he lies, too injured, too blissed out, too exhausted. So he lets his girlfriend take care of him and if he were being honest with himself, it felt nice to be looked after like that. It made him feel safe, like deserved the love he was receiving. He lets his eyes droop and drifts off for a moment till he feels your weight behind him, your arms encircling him, holding his wide back to your chest. He feels your swollen lips in the spot at the back of his ear and he hums sleepily. 

Maybe you’re in the sweet afterglow of sex but you feel warm and full and whole and loved with your boyfriend in your arms. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything.” You tell him softly in his ear and Taeyong melts. He believes the words you tell him, almost like he’s hearing them, really hearing them for the first time. He wants to say so much back but all he can manage is a hum deep in his chest and you feel the reverberation before you hear the sound and it makes you smile. 

Maybe when he wakes up, he would tell you how much you meant to him. How thankful he was that you had given him your heart. How you had stuck by him even when his love and passion for you seemed to suffocate you. He finally believed that you wanted to keep him with just as much severity as he wanted you. So he let himself be held as he drifted off in the arms of the woman he loved, wishing that being surrounded in her scent would help him dream of her, too.

Copyright © 2021 NeoCultureTravesty. All rights reserved.

#nct #nct 127 #nct fanfic #nct fic #taeyong #lee taeyong #nct taeyong #nct smut #taeyong fic #taeyong smut #pwp #nct pwp #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct oneshot #nct x reader #taeyong x y/n #taeyong x reader #romance #boyfriend taeyong #tyongf #nct fanfiction #friday evening

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hi!! i recently got into johnlock and the universe has somehow directed me to your blog (which is an absolute godsend omfg). have you got any good possessive!john fics?

Hi Lovely!!!

AHHHH!! I’m so glad you enjoy my blog!!! <3 Thank you so much! <3

AHHH you know what??? I don’t get asked this all that much at all! I think mostly because it’s easier to find Possessive Sherlock fics and people then just... forget LOL

So guess what?? You’re the prompter for any fics I actually tagged or filed with Possessive John! <3 A pioneer you are! LOL I’m combining it with a few of the Obsessive fics as well, since I don’t have many new ones.

As usual, gang, feel free to add your own!! <3

POSSESSIVE / OBSESSIVE JOHN

See also: 

Specifically Jealous John b/c of Other People

Jealous John

Jealous John Pt. 2 and Jealous Sherlock Pt 2

Jealous John Pt 3 and Jealous Sherlock Pt 3

Jealous John and Sherlock Pt. 4

Jealous John and Sherlock Pt. 5

Hell or High water by bluefire301175 (E, 2,250 w., 1 Ch. || PWP, Frottage, Alley Sex, First Person POV John, Case-ish Fic, Mutual Pining, Bed Sharing) – John wants. Sherlock wants. Plain and simple.

Display by 221b_hound (E, 2,377 w., 1 Ch. || Post-HLV, Tattoos, Public Hand Jobs, Exhibitionism, Possessive Sex, Possessive Sherlock, Possessive John) – A new client has been flirting with Sherlock and, finding no joy there, with John. John seems annoyed to be second-best, Sherlock thinks, so Sherlock decides to give the departing woman (and maybe also John) a demonstration of who, exactly, John belongs to. But there's more than one level of sexual jealousy and more than one display of possession going on here, outlined in the window of 221b Baker Street. Part 2 of Lock and Key

Apodyopsis by QuinnAnderson (E, 3,347 w.,1 Ch. || PWP, Rough Sex, Table Sex, Anal, Sexual Tension) – Apodyopsis: (æpəʊdaɪˈɒpsɪs) noun. the act of mentally undressing someone. Part 2 of Undressed

Overture by Kate_Lear (M, 4,435 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss / Time, Friends to Lovers, Angry John, Introspection, Dev. Rel., Embarrassed / Insecure Sherlock, Morning After, Bed Sharing, Cuddles / Limpet Sherlock) – A short snippet on how John and Sherlock might have got together.

Sherlock and John Go Clubbing by wendymarlowe (E, 4,716 w., 3 Ch. || Clubbing, Dirty Talk, Dancing, Coming Untouched, Coming in Pants, Bi John, For a Case, Friends to Lovers, Flirting, Sherlock is Lost for Words, Sexy John, Mutual Pining, Possessive John, Floor Sex/Hand Job/Frottage) – John pinched the bridge of his nose - even for Sherlock, this was a new level of no bloody boundaries. “You want me to go with you to a gay club, wait around twiddling my thumbs while I let you get pawed by a criminal, then out-flirt him and talk you into coming home with me instead?” Part 32 of John and Sherlock's Kinky First Times

Caves in the Mountains Are Seldom Unoccupied by starrysummernights & TheMadKatter13 (E, 7,925 w., 1 Ch. || Were-Creatures ||  Werebear John, Pseudo Bestiality, Rimming, Heavy Dub Con, Rough Sex, Come Inflation / Eating, Size Kink, PWP, Bratty Sherlock, Rutting) – “This isn’t something to play at, Sherlock,” he snapped. “If it doesn’t work out- what you’re asking of me- we can’t shrug and say 'oh well, at least we tried'. If we do this… I could seriously hurt you. Do you understand? I could lose control. I could… I could kill you.”

My Life for His by QuinnAnderson (E, 8,816 w., 1 Ch. || Guardian/Protector, Greek Mythology || Growing Up, Sex, Religious Themes, Suicide, Minor Character Death) – It began when Sherlock was eight, and he attempted to climb all the way up to the highest branch in the old willow tree in his back garden. He'd thought he was still small enough that it could support him, but the second he'd grabbed hold of it to pull himself up, the branch snapped, and down he went, plummeting a solid twenty metres. The odd thing was, he never actually hit the ground.

Of Course I Forgive You by allonsys_girl (E, 10,735 w., 1 Ch. || Love Confessions, Canon Divergence, First Time, Frottage, Wall Sex, Infidelity) – What if things had gone differently on that train car?

The Invocation of Saint Margaret by Ewebie (E, 15,831 w., 1 Ch. || POV John,  Crossing Timelines, Light Angst, Fluff, Series 3 John / Series 1 Sherlock, The Matchbox, Mushy Romance, First Time, Bisexual John, Pining John, Bottomlock, Love Confessions, Sensuality, Emotional Love Making, Snippets of Time) – When Sherlock Holmes opens the matchbox from The Sign of Three and John finds himself years in the past, back to that first dinner at Angelo's with a much younger Sherlock Holmes. Is he dreaming?

Out of the Woods by SilentAuror (E, 20,471 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting, Drunk Sex, Practical Jokes, POV Sherlock, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Pining Sherlock, Frustrated Wanking, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Bum Appreciation, Hanging out with the Yard) – Sherlock is fairly certain that John has taken to flirting with him of late, but can't be entirely certain of it. At least, not until a case takes them into a forest, along with Lestrade's team and something happens that will change everything about their lives...

The Kepler Problem by kinklock (E, 24,270 w., 1 Ch. || Sci-Fi AU, Alien Sherlock, Space Repairman John, Alien Biology, Horny John) – Working in uncharted space exploration was not as exciting as John had hoped, especially when it turned out to be mostly bot maintenance on uninhabited planets. However, the mystery of the repeated, unexplained malfunctions on planet BAK 2212 might turn out to be exactly the kind of adventure he'd been craving.

Inscrutable to the Last by DiscordantWords (M, 48,842 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, Alternate S3, John’s Blog/S3 is a Story By John, Divorce, Marital Difficulties, John is a Mess, Emotional Reunion, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Grief / Mourning, Pining John, First Kiss, Adorably Clueless Sherlock, Nostalgia, Love Confessions, Eventual Happy Ending, Obsessive John) – He wasn't Sherlock, he couldn't work miracles. All he'd ever been able to do was write about them.

The Hollow Woman by ScopesMonkey (M, 51,335 w., 22 Ch. || Post-TRF, Major Character Death, Mystery, Romance, Friendship, Family, Angst, Crime, Reunion, First Kiss / Time, Nightmares, Doctor John, Jealous Sherlock, Jealous John, BAMF John, Angry John, Dub-Con, Rough Sex, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Villain Mary, Open Ending) – Forced to return to London sooner than expected, Sherlock falls into a case too close to home. Part 1 of the Hollowverse series

Points by lifeonmars (E, 53,791 w., 42 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || HLV Rewrite / Canon Divergence, Married Life, Pregnancy / Baby Watson, Drinking to Cope, Boxing / Fisticuffs, Clueless John, Angst, Minor Medical Drama, Tattoos, Christmas, First Kiss/Time, Eventual Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Doctor John, Sexuality Crisis, Slow Burn, Case Fic, Drugging, Blow/Hand Job, Emotional Love Making, Parenthood, Passage of Time, Obsessive John) – What if His Last Vow never happened? This fic picks up a few months after John and Mary's wedding, in an alternate universe where Magnussen doesn't exist, but Mary is still pregnant. Life continues -- just in a different direction. And slowly, Sherlock and John find their way to each other.

The Bells of King's College by SilentAuror (E, 64,019 w., 5 Ch. || Post-S4, Missed Opportunities, Angst with Happy Ending, Fake Relationship, Case Fic, John POV, Jealous John, John in Denial, Travelling / Holidays, Virgin Sherlock, Wedding Proposals) – It's only been two weeks since Eurus Holmes disrupted their lives when Mycroft sends John and Sherlock to Cambridge to pose as an engaged couple at a wedding show in the hopes of solving six unsolved deaths...

Gimme Shelter by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John (E, 159,368 w., 21 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || 70′s Surfer AU || Period Typical Homophobia, Hawaii, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Professional Surfers, Gay John / Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, John was a Sailor, Misunderstandings) – All John Watson wants is the feeling of a freshly waxed surfboard under his feet and the hot California sun baking down onto his back. To finally go pro in the newly formed world of professional surfing and leave the dark memories of his past behind him as he rips across the face of a towering blue barrel. To lounge beside the beach bonfire every evening with an ice cold beer tucked into the cool sand beside him and listen to Pink Floyd and the Doors while the saltwater dries in his sun bleached hair. That's all he wants, that is, until the hot young phenom taking Oahu and the Hawaiian shores by storm steps up next to him in the sand in the second round of the 1976 International Surf Competition. (PUBLISHED AS ‘The Sea Ain’t Mine Alone’)

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

Free Falling by twistedthicket1 (M, 203,574 w., 38 Ch. || Guardian Angels AU || Guardian Angel John, Fluff and Angst, Humour, Kidlock / Teenlock, Light Mystrade, Passage of Time, Possessive John, Drug Use / Overdose, Victor Trevor, Graphic Bullying, Big Brother Mycroft, Hard Drug Use, Depression, Possessive Sherlock, Possessive John, Panic Attacks, Nightmares/PTSD, Pining, Healing Abilities, Kidnapping, Violence, Torture, Blow Jobs, Virgin John, Emotional Development / Attachment, Mortality, Happy Ending) – All Guardian angels are born with a Chosen human. When this child is born, the angel comes into being to protect and care for them during their life on Earth. For John Watson, all he cares about in the world revolves around his Chosen, Sherlock Holmes. Watching him grow up though, the angel soon learns that God must have had a sense of humour the day he decided to make Sherlock, as trouble seems to follow him like a magnet wherever he goes. John can't decide what's worse, the idea of losing his Chosen one, or the fact that he may be breaking the most taboo law of heaven as he disguises himself as a human to better protect and befriend the beloved detective he's always watched from afar. He was meant to care for him. But what happens when caring evolves into something more? What happens when an emotion an angel is supposed to be incapable of possessing comes to life suddenly and viciously inside John's chest?

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #possessive john #my fic recs #safebannie

[camilliar]

recs for someone new to omgcp

[February 2021.]

Reading, or not reading, OMGCP fics has come up in a couple of conversations I’ve had recently with artists newish to the fandom (ie. @jovishark; @decafffff), who are making OMGCP art (!!!) but haven’t started exploring fic -- but maybe want to? Which of course reminded me that I’ve never bothered to make an actual, concrete recs list for this fandom. So, I mean. Here is one.

The approach is, what do I think about when I think about OMGCP fanfic? What comes to mind, what stands out to me? I have excluded some very popular fics. Some of these I just don’t think are very good, and others I do think are good, and/or I enjoy them, but I don’t see why you’d need me, specifically, to recommend them. I am thinking of a story like maybe i’m waking up, which I discuss below because I link to a podfic of it. It has a lot of merits, to be sure, but it’s the second-most-read fic in this fandom by hits, and it’s got thousands of comments, and it’s by an author whose work is relatively widely praised and circulated. I am not sure what telling you more about this fic will add to the conversation; if you want to find and read it, you inevitably will. I’m happy to, say, answer asks about these kinds of fics, or talk more generally about them via DM or whatever. Feel free.

Also, I don’t think there’s a point to pretending to be objective about fanfic; this list has a perspective and that perspective is mine. In this fandom I largely read stories that navigate the tension around Jack, Bitty, and Parse, in various permutations. This is not to say that I’ve never read fic about the frogs, or that I have no interest at all in other pairings, but I am by no means an expert on Dex/Nursey and can really only speak to the one fic about them that sticks out to me because it goes beyond being merely Dex/Nursey and does something else. This is just to say that I am sure there are great and interesting fics about other things and ideas--but I’m not the person to hear about those from.

Likewise, I’m not super interested in stories that really reproduce that which is already in OMGCP. I like Zimbits--albeit maybe not in the ways or for the reasons most fans would--but I do not really need to see endless iterations of the same story about them falling in love and being cute together. I don’t think these stories are bad or they shouldn’t exist or that they have no merit by default. Still, I don’t need fanfic to give me more OMGCP. I need fanfic to complicate, to comment on, and to transform OMGCP. Many people don’t work like this! Totally okay! But I can’t rec you fics that do that.

What I have noticed, however, is that over time there appears to have been a shift in how people do write fic for this fandom. (Other than, you know, increases and decreases in activity pending the status of the comic, pairings going in and out of vogue, and so on.) Early on, say during Y1 and Y2, the comic was about the group of friends having a cool time at college together; about whether the burgeoning attraction between Jack and Bitty would manifest and, if so, how; and, especially, Jack’s past coming into fuller view for Bitty and how it would have to be dealt with in order for a relationship between them to work. YMMV on how great the comic executed there, but as Y3 went on these themes increasingly disappeared from the story. I think this means a lot of fic written over 2015-2016 or 2017 has one kind of tone, and was written mostly around these questions; after that, it feels like a new crop of writers and a new crop of ideas started circulating, that is, either embracing Jack and Bitty’s canon relationship and accepting its relative straightforwardness in text--or deconstructing it, imagining what readers aren’t seeing, or how problems not dealt with in the comic would manifest later. People who have read my fic know which of these I’m mainly interested in exploring.

All of which is to say, looking at what I’m reccing here, when the fics were posted or when I first read them probably has a lot to do with why they stick out to me so much. Because there’s no real culture of fanfic criticism--and I mean that in the positivist sense of broad evaluation not explicitly for fault and merit but rather, for context--I think it’s really hard to keep this in mind. But I’m obnoxious and I can’t just be easy about things.

Fic recs

In alphabetical order, somewhat unsorted; if a stand-alone fic has a summary I’ve included it, but in other cases I’ve recced a couple of conceptually related fics or series, which I’ve tried to just describe or explain as opposed to copying the summary off AO3.

There are so many more fanfics I think are great and worth reading! In an ideal world I’d come back and add more later, or create a secondary list that’s more along the lines of “if you like this, read these,” or whatever. But, being realistic, this is a starter kit. I’m open to talking about fanfic.

- - - - - - - - - - -

7-0-2 by Idday; Friends in Low Places and Sorry for the Blood in Your Mouth; I Wish it was Mine by blue_rocket_frost | I’m not sure it would be correct to say that I don’t like Parse/Tater, or that I’m not interested in Parse/Tater. I’m not interested in Patater a priori; I think it could be interesting, with teeth. These fics stick out to me when I think about this pairing, because they feel different. Accusations of a preference for just linking any two white men who happen to be hanging around have validity, but because of what hockey is and how it works and who’s hanging around it, it’s not exactly a leap to imagine what kind of gritty spark the friction between two closeted NHL players would create. A little violence in your sex? A little sex in your violence.

A Sight Worth Seeing by sadtomato | A four-fic Jack/Bitty/Shitty/Lardo explicit BDSM series. Either you want that or you don’t. It’s nothing hardcore, and not properly a four-way, really; more properly a kind of voyeuristic round-robin. There’s a more open and egalitarian view of sex here than I really get from the characters in the back end of the comic. It’s an expansive, propulsive view of sex and relationships that’s really nice to see. I love Lardo's detached coolness, and Bitty as a smooth operator; if you’re looking for some kind of Dom/sub dynamics world, this really isn’t it, but it’s a lively exploration into the sexual dynamics in a group of friends that’s super close to the good-times vibe you get from Haus scenes in the first couple years of extras.

call me son (one more time) by Summerfrost, Verbyna, and blithelybonny | This is a series, incomplete, and you will love it or be massively put off by it. I mean that as a compliment. I love it. The premise is, Bob Zimmermann and Kent Parson have been having sex since Kent was, like, 19. Everyone in this story has been chewed up: by themselves, by each other, by hockey. Plainly, this is a pretty bleak view of what OMGCP, as a story, is supposedly offering. If you want fic that is dark and glamorous, treading the toxic melange of substance abuse, sex-as-sublimation, and so much money you can’t possibly throw all of it away without trying, this series has that sick-inducing shimmer to it. But, again, its strength is its examination of Kent Parson, textually and meta-textually, as someone to be projected onto. Bob, Alicia, Jack, and Bitty all impute certain feelings of their own onto him, displacing their own issues to a character who’s centralized in every fic but defies neat or total comprehension. Some critiques I’ve read of this series feel it’s too dark, and I’ve also seen it argued on FFA that an overwhelming amount of praise heaped onto these stories has made it tough for other writers to make headway in writing Bob/Kent fic. But I’m also not sure you could engage with Bob/Kent fic without going down this road at some point? I’m sure there are ways to scale it back, but ultimately it’s a story about how hockey’s violent, homophobic, old-guard gatekeeping has continued to set the terms for a younger and ostensibly less toxic culture. I fully embrace PWP fics that tread on the power dynamic without fully excavating it, but buried within any PWP is the fact that a 53-year-old man is ensnaring a 19-year-old, no matter how much the latter is, realistically, into it, and legally empowered to consent. Not to mention the dynamics of it being a 53-year-old man who is the father of the 19-year-old’s ex-boyfriend, and a 53-year-old man who is an eminence grise in the field the 19-year-old is trying to make a career in  The sexual element--the vaguely incestuous nature of it--is making textual the subtext of how hockey works, actually: objectification of teenage bodies as older men’s capital.

Coach Z by thistidalwave | Just before the 2009 NHL Entry Draft, tp prospect Jack Zimmermann overdoses on his anxiety medication and is admitted to rehab. His future turns from a clear-cut road to the top into an uncertain path filled with therapy appointments, ignored text messages, a group of boys who aren't there to teach him a lesson about himself, and, of course, hockey. | I keep reccing this fic because it has 360 comments on AO3 but nobody, as far as I can tell, has ever read it; it never appears on rec lists. This isn’t the kind of fanfic I usually go in for, but I can’t help being charmed by it. This is a character study in the truest sense, a kind of Mighty Ducks-but-better view on what Jack’s time coaching peewee hockey might have been like. I have no interest in kids and my own aesthetic is maybe a little darker than this, but I admire this story because it injects vibrancy into a period of Jack’s life that OMGCP has left largely unexplored, and so has the fandom. We know nothing about what made Jack want to go to college, nothing about how he spent his days in between juniors and Samwell. It posits a very sympathetic and patient Jack/Parse dynamic, showcasing the exact kind of ragged teenage push-and-pull that would have led to the circumstances we see in Parse I-III. The outside perspective Jack needs is largely present in an OFC who’s not a love interest. Super unique, somehow both engrossing and low-key.

#dirtbags by angularmomentum | A series that is a Kent Parson/Claude Giroux fuckfest with feelings. I’ve long suspected that Parse is popular in part because he is the character who most easily elides OMGCP with the actual NHL, or rather, NHL fandom; I think he made it appealing to write OMGCP fics where the NHL is a factor. Case in point, this series, which is basically “what if Kent Parson was a real hockey player and therefore part of NHL RPS”? I have only read some NHL RPS, so I’m not the person to assess accuracy, but what I do know is superstar IRL hockey players take turns here as the caricature fanfic versions of themselves, and since Kent Parson is already that, it’s great how seamlessly he integrates into their social fabric. Rambunctious energy peppered with regret and loss, but ultimately this series is farcical, and it doesn’t take its sentimental ending too seriously--which, good.

fated to pretend by nighimpossible | 5 Jack/Kent fics that Ransom and Holster dramatically reenact for the Haus + the truth. | As a fic format, 5+1 doesn’t usually work for me, but this one isn’t just front-loaded with five too-knowing vignettes; it then wraps up by using its +1 better than you might expect. Sometimes I talk about economy of fic, and this one exemplifies it. A zero-waste fic.

go ahead and move along by originally | "Leave, Parse," Jack says. Again. Or: Kent finds himself stuck in a time loop. | Kent Parson is trapped in a Groundhog Day scenario on the day of Epikegster. I’m sure you can imagine, just from that, what happens. And yet I think this fic is super entertaining, reserving some key surprises. What this story is doing is something a lot, and perhaps even the majority, of great Jack/Parse fic wants to do: digging into the question of just why this can’t work in comic canon. Most often this is approached from the past, by writing teenage Jack/Parse deep-dives that examine their lives mid-juniors, or by writing AUs where enough circumstances are shifted that it does work, or via future fics that posit enough growth has happened, and enough things have changed. But this fic makes Parse live the same bad day again and again, testing multiple theories about just how dependent on circumstance and incident real life actually is. Another day, another tone, 10 minutes sooner, not at all--you just can’t know why it didn’t work until you exhaust every possible variable. I worry that this rec has sucked the life out of the story, though--it’s so fun!

I Saw a Life and Strange Lovers by @bluegrasshole | Most AUs in this fandom seem to retell the story in a new setting or with some big detail change, following OMGCP’s rhythm beat-for-beat. I think of this as, “It’s the plot of Check, Please, but” -- they’re doing high school football? They’re acrobats? They’re a/b/o? They’re in a DIY punk band? And so on. These two stories are not that! They’re both 1950s AUs, each deeply felt, and yet hugely different from each other. I Saw a Life is about displacement and fragmentation, two sides of a similar but incongruent social critique; Strange Lovers is a finely wrought social drama about coal mining in Nova Scotia in the 1950s, centered around historical events. I suppose a theme on this rec list is something like, “I don’t even like this, but” -- yes, okay, I don’t even like Dex/Nursey, but--! This fic is so overwhelmingly complete, the AU laid out so carefully that the story breathes with all the background details informing the writing that aren’t actually, in the story; you just know they’re below the surface. (With the exception of one investigation of Jack’s character in a short, separate fic.) I Saw a Life, meanwhile, really tests the limits of the notion that Jack and Bitty are soulmates--not by calling it into question but by asking, rather innovatively, how the setting and place of the comic itself activates that.

Les Hivers de mon enfance by staranise | What do you do when hockey is the language of prayer for your soul, and also the toxic thing that almost killed you? 2009: Jack Zimmermann takes a mental health year. God knows he needs it. | Here’s a fic by someone who’s no longer around so much, but she felt ubiquitous in 2016-2019 OMGCP fandom. Before any of that, though, she wrote this one lovely fic about Jack’s pre-Samwell recovery. The author is Canadian and really irritated by hockey culture, and I think this fic benefits greatly because she is clear-eyed about Jack’s being caught in an exploitative system; it’s hockey he’s in recovery for, in a way. There’s an epistolary element that works for me, too. I read this early on in my time in OMGCP fandom and it really stuck with me.

Lysistrata? I Hardly Know Her! (by which I mean everything) by @tomatowrites | It feels somehow like cheating to recommend OMGCP fanfics by my OMGCP BFF with whom I make an OMGCP podcast where we talk about OMGCP. You know the fics I really want to rec, like truly the ones that speak to some kind of shared depravity, are the ones where Jack is miserably mpreg for the second time and accidentally lets his kid see Kent Parson’s Long John Silver’s shrimp scampi promo spot, which obviously would get twisted into a self-hating three-way. How many times do I have to rec this fic? As many as I need to, is my feeling. If you don’t know, Long John Silver’s is an American fast-food chain that sells, like, fried pollock sandwiches; it is nautical-themed; I have never eaten there; I don’t know where there is one; I don’t eat fried fish. (Shrimp, on the other hand?) All of which is to say that it takes a real genius to investigate a premise that far out. And while a lot of people almost certainly will start reading this humanity’s depths-themed sex scene and back the fuck out, readers with refined taste will note that Kent, the point-of-view character, is right there with you, despairing that he can’t help himself. And so long as you’re in that story collection, honestly, you’ll love petite gems like Jack is transmasc, Jack and Shitty play hockey in 18th-century England, and oh, right, he’s from Georgia. Tomato holds the distinction of being probably the gamest author I know in this fandom, just really like fearless in her pursuit of any range of concept she’s pushed to. (I can push her to?) See, for example, a sublime bandom AU; Bitty is cancelled for buying a maybe-unethically exported Roman fragment of a youth’s torso; or, god, the masterwork that is this future fic series where Jack keeps relapsing and Bitty exiles him to their guesthouse. Do I think you need to read a fic where Bitty is snide about the teen prostitute whose baby they’re adopting? Yes, I mean, he would be snide, don’t tell me he wouldn’t. I could go on, but my main thing here is, if I have to pick just one, I’m going to pick this Lysistrata fic. The premise, literally, is that Bitty reads the Lysistrata and it gives him ideas. Like most of Tomato’s OMGCP fic, it’s a stripping away of the comic’s polite fiction that Jack and Bitty could possibly attain the ideal it reaches in the comic without some kind of messy, efflusive breakdown. Life is like that, you see! Tricky. Like a lot of people, although it’s tough to say precisely how many, I have always intuited that maybe Bitty is kind of a natural top? But obviously when you meet him, as a literal virgin, it’s hard to see how he’d go from zero to self-actualization so neatly. This fic floats a theory, and it has a fun little side plot for Whiskey, something I never thought about or needed before Tomato built it out herein. In conclusion, BONUS: Dex’s gay lobster novel.

only fools rush in and the light of all lights by decinq | This person wrote of the nature of the wound, one of the early, formative Jack/Bitty fics that was oft-recced when I was getting into the fandom in 2016. It forms part of a larger series that deals deeply with how Jack has been shaped by his struggles (? I hate this word) with homophobia and his own mental health. It’s a picture of the character as you might have imagined him much earlier in the comic’s run. The formatting is atrocious and he author’s flair is what Tomato would call “AO3 house style.” It’s a voice that works great for her writing. I think it’s at its best in these shorter fics; the former is about Parse and Shitty stumbling into a relationship almost accidentally; the latter, an eerie PBJ vampire fic. I had begun writing a fic where Parse is a vampire early on in this fandom, only to read this and immediately quit, because you only need one, and this one’s all I need. The Parse/Shitty rare pair fic shares its exuberance with hockey RPS when it’s good: here’s how fun it can be when you’re young, rich, and jocular. And I don’t even like accidental marriage AUs, they’re usually boring, so that says a lot. By all means, read the wound fic; read the entire series. But these are highly unusual.

OVERDOSE and Oomph and a little spin-o-rama by jedusaur | None of these are long, or plotty, and they’re all a little experimental. OVERDOSE is an AU set in a world where you know how you’ll die, but no details; Oomph, a little fic where Jack hears hockey pucks talking to him. This is the kind of stuff I used to think I’d find in fandom forever, coming out of Lotrips lurking in the 2000s: short, zany bursts of energy that surprise and delight. a little spin-o-rama peers at Kent’s character through the grim reality of being the hypertalented superstar stuck on a dead-last team. All three are sparse and stylish in a way that’s really smart, practically economical.

Sowing Season by @agrossunderstatement | Parse and Zimms, Zimms and Parse. Kent Parson's life, from the Q, through his early years with the Aces, to Jack's senior year. Canon divergent. A story of love, loss, moving on, regressing, hockey, and found families of all kinds. | Effectively a novel, digging into Kent’s personal history, mostly concerning his life in juniors but expanding into his present, overlapping with the plot of OMGCP. I think there is room enough for endless speculations on what went down pre-canon; this one offers a fuller life for Kent than nearly any others, digging into him as a whole person rather than as a satellite to Jack or the plot of the comic. Which isn’t to say that the Kent/Jack stuff isn’t dealt with here; it explicitly is. But the fact of Kent Parson’s life, if we can begin to imagine it beyond mere text, would exist before, after, and alongside Jack; he gets to juniors without Jack, presumably, and he is the captain of a hockey team without Jack, and Pinkerton lays the foundation of Parse’s character within a junior hockey that Jack also inhabits, more so that Parse existing for Jack, so to speak. And I’m not implying this latter tactic is wrong; I have certainly employed it, and others have employed it to great impact and effect. But, still, the title of this series tells you what you ought to know: Kent and his story are the potentiality of OMGCP, up to a point; seeds being planted. Young hockey players, similarly. The question implied there is, what will be reaped? And the answer to the latter, in a sense, that reaping is a sort of violence. Which makes this series sound pretty heavy, but it’s not -- more like, realistic.

(tell everyone) you were a good wife by @queerofcups | The biggest problem with pretending that he doesn’t know that Kent Parson is fucking his husband is that Jack can’t tell Kent how grateful he is. | The ne plus ultra of PBJ triangulation; I’ve been squealing to the writer about how good it is since August, begging for behind-the-scenes insights, and I’d only do that if I really meant it. The precarious social fabric stretched across these three chapters is fraying before the reader’s eyes. The details are delicious, and I don’t want to spoil them, but they sing in chorus with the plot. My favorite OMGCP fics, honestly, remove the romance narrative guardrails that keep things in the comic itself humming along. I think Dann’s take is to ask who in this comic has power and what they would end up doing with it. (Or not doing, from another angle.) At one point, early on in its telling, OMGCP looked like it was going to be a story dealing with the compounded traumas of hockey’s discontents. Then, of course, it wasn’t. This is a fic that steps back and asks what the fallout of that oversight would be. But that’s just the moldering core of this fanfic; it’s actually embroidered, like I said, with glittering detail. The color of the suit Bitty wears to his wedding is burned into my brain. The gray manicure of a woman Jack knows. The ingredients in a cake. This is one of those fics I still haven’t reviewed because the thought of stacking everything I could say about it into mere AO3 comments is inadequate.

when you’re ready by megancrtr | The Aces’ director of communications gets the call at 3:13 a.m. Jack Zimmermann has withdrawn from the draft. | “What happened at the draft” is so mythological it gets asked in the comic proper, and I’ve never counted how many fics attempt to answer this question--from Kent’s point of view, even--but it’s gotta be, oh, hundreds. This story replays the situation from the perspective of an Aces staffer who just wants to do her job, and gets at the jarring discordance between the plot of OMGCP in its quest for social justice and the business of actual hockey. Important context is that this story was written around the time the comic was playing out the end of Y3 and start of Y4, and Bitty pointedly asked Jack the question, “why can’t we?” This story reframes the question as literal, rather than rhetorical. A sterling example of fanfic being a gloss on its source.

BONUS, podfics

hockeyed up | There are many things on Jack's mind. Namely: hockey, hockey, Bitty, hockey, anxiety, hockey, hockey, anxiety, Bitty, hockey, hockey, anxiety, and hockey. | A fic read aloud by its French-Canadian author. Also a relatively early OMGCP fanfic; composed while the first semester of Y2 was posting, the story suggests a version of OMGCP that was in some ways more and in other ways less complex than what it would turn into not long after. The real power of this podfic, however, is that it’s read by the writer, so you can hear the intended emphasis in every line. Also, because she’s French-Canadian, Sophie’s intonation is what I picture when I read or write dialogue for Jack.

maybe i’m waking up | It’s almost funny. All he ever wanted was to play hockey, to play in the NHL, to win the Cup. This—Samwell, the team, the Haus—was supposed to be just a detour, but now it feels more like a destination he failed to realize he’s already reached.(Or: Jack signs with the Falconers, graduates, and leaves. It's the hardest thing he's ever done. What comes after is even harder.) | Don’t get too excited; this isn’t finished. A podfic of probably the best-known, most-recced fic in OMGCP fandom. Striking for its use of metatext woven into the story, this is one of several early longform Jack/Bitty fics that posits that maybe Jack has a lot more development to undergo before he can really, truly, be okay--or be okay enough to be with Bitty? To be honest, this story strikes me now as too long, but the parts in it that work are effective beyond that which fanfic demands. Meanwhile, this audio version only covers six chapters, but it’s so slick, so well-realized, so true to the story. Podfic as art.

my own dear friends | Ever since the day he met Jack Zimmermann, Shitty has seen it as his solemn duty to aggressively love him. (He just didn't know how aggressive the love Jack needed would be.) | There’s previous little Jack/Shitty in this fandom and a lot less quality BDSM,

the city’s ours until the fall | Kent has been, historically, good at this—forgetting about things until suddenly he doesn’t, and then it’s like the scar has never been there in the first place, just the wound. (Or: Kent Parson lets himself be happy, after all this time.) | I’ve never read this fic and I never will. I cannot imagine how, no matter how good it is, it could compare to the version that lives in my head, with Kent’s voice so totally realized. Vocal fry and pathos, a languid energy that I still think about when I think about Parse.

the model home | It’s going to be better, and that’s great, but sometimes Jack thinks, why can’t it be good right now? | j/k j/k, this is a self-reminder to finally one day review this.

[destieltropecollection]

Destiel Trope Collection 2020 Day 11: Established Relationship

A Christmas Miracle | @gii-heylittleangel

Rating: General Word Count: 1019 Main Tags/Warnings: fluff; holiday fic Summary: A day to be marked: when Dean Winchester finally says "I love you".

Is there a reason you're naked in my bed? | @casseythebee

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1085 Main Tags/Warnings: kissing, nakedness, mentions of violence, blood, language Summary: the boys arrive back to the bunker after a hunt. With a bit of adrenaline still coursing through them they have a little fun, that gets a bit interrupted

Sick Day | @mrshays28-blog

Rating: General Word Count: 1093 Main Tags/Warnings: Established Relationship, Husbands, Castiel Has A Cold, Dean Takes Care of Castiel, Dean Gets A Cold, Domestic Fluff Summary: Dean and Castiel spend a quiet evening together just as Castiel’s starting to recover from a cold. Dedicated to anyone who’s gotten sick because their S.O. is also sick.

Ash | @deansrightfulangerissue

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1106 Main Tags/Warnings: Housefire, Canon Universe, Post-Canon, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: Dean's shoulders tremble as they watch the flames devour everything he and Cas have built together.

Proposal Gone... Right? | @fangirlingtodeath513

Rating: General Word Count: 1194 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester,Dean Winchester,Castiel (Supernatural),Marriage Proposal,Fluff,Domestic Fluff,Romance Summary: Dean's been planning this proposal for a long time, but on the day he's actually supposed to propose, nothing seems to go his way. Will he actually manage to propose without everything falling apart?

Faithfully | @cr-noble-writes​

Rating: General Word Count: 1311 Main Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Mild Angst, Happy Ending, deaf cas, Rockstar Dean Summary: Castiel is very unhappy with the fact that Dean is working on Valentine’s Day. But maybe he can be forgiven.

You look so sexy when you’re ignoring me. | @casseythebee

Rating: General Word Count: 1415 Main Tags/Warnings: language Summary: After Castiel catches Dean flirting with a, quite frankly gorgeous, girl at a bar he tries to give him the silent treatment, for the first time.

Just The Way You Are | @gii-heylittleangel

Rating: General Word Count: 1555 Main Tags/Warnings: self esteem issues, body image issues, emotional hurt/comfort Summary: Coming back home to only silence is never good in Dean's vision; finding Cas crying, all alone, makes it even worse.

Spit-Polish and Shine | @jemariel

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1564 Main Tags/Warnings: PWP, voyeurism/exhibitionism, top!Cas, bottom!Dean, sex on the Impala Summary: You know how Dean Winchester doesn't wear shorts? Well. Sometimes he does. Unredeemed filthy porn on a car.

and let me correct it | @curioussubjects

Rating: Mature Word Count: 1584 Main Tags/Warnings: Coda, Episode: s15e09 The Trap, Fluff and Smut, Established Relationship, Getting Back Together, Feelings, Non-Penetrative Sex, Post-Episode: s15e09 The Trap Summary: They’re in the hallway about to part for the night when Dean makes a decision. He steps closer to Cas, slowly – careful since it’s been a while since they were last like this. Cas doesn’t back away, doesn’t add any distance between them, though he looks at Dean with curiosity, a trace of hope and a challenge in his eyes.

Not According To Plan | @peanutbutterjelly-pie

Rating: General Word Count: 1724 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Fluff, Established Relationship Summary: A fire truck, a smoky kitchen and an unexpected surprise are awaiting Dean after coming back home from work.

Meeting Emma | @deansrightfulangerissue

Rating: General Word Count: 1952 Main Tags/Warnings: Mention of a Car Accident, Minor Injury to a Child, Hospital Setting, Alternate Universe, Dad!Dean Summary: Dean’s pacing the hospital corridor like some nervous expecting father. After all, that’s who he is right now. And the daughter he didn’t know he had will be here any moment.

An Angel Cake for an Ex-Angel | @cloverhighfive

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2411 Main Tags/Warnings: domestic fluff, romantic fluff Summary: Cas is depressed and Dean is looking to make him feel better by baking him an angel food cake (he fails a few times).

Kiss and Make Up | @fangirlingtodeath513

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2546 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester,Dean Winchester,Castiel,Smut,Fluff and Smut,Arguing,Jealousy,Angry Sex,make-up sex,Blow Jobs,Face-Fucking,Topping from the Bottom,Power Bottom,Bottom Castiel/Top Dean Winchester,Power Bottom Castiel (Supernatural),Bottom Castiel (Supernatural),Top Dean Winchester,Barebacking,Naked Cuddling,Post-Coital Cuddling Summary: It's the same argument they've had a million times before; Dean's too jealous, especially when Castiel is already engaged to him. This time, though, Cas isn't going to let their argument get in the way of some hot make-up sex.

Home Alone | @kitmistry

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2740 Main Tags/Warnings: Underage, Highschool AU, Fluff and Humor Summary: ""Dean, shut up,"" Castiel cut him off, flush faced and gorgeous, and looking every bit done with Dean's complaints and every layer of clothes between them. He yanked Dean's shirt off, before lowering his head to suck and bite at the curve where neck met shoulder, and Dean's brain fizzled out. He couldn't think of much else but fingers undoing his belt, and the tan skin he uncovered when he managed to wrestle Cas out of his shirt, and then there was a hand making its way inside his underwear, Cas kissing him to breathlessness. A car door slammed closed outside the house. Or the one where Dean is stuck in a bathroom.

The Secret Boyfriend | @fangirlingtodeath513

Rating: General Word Count: 2759 Main Tags/Warnings: Marriage, Weddings, Engagement, Engaged Castiel/Dean Winchester, Road Trips, Sharing a Bed, Wedding Jitters, Established Relationship, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester Summary: It all starts when Sam sends Dean and Cas separate invitations for his wedding. Then there's the fact that Mary asks if they'll mind sharing a bed. Dean's family can't still be in the dark about the fact that he and Cas are together... can they?

I've Never Wished for Anything more than You | @gii-heylittleangel

Rating: General Word Count: 3054 Main Tags/Warnings: canon temporary character death; canon divergent 12x23 Summary: Dean has lost many people before—it’s practically a normal thing in his line of work—but none of them hurt as much as Castiel’s death. Especially because Dean is sure there’s no possible way for the angel to come back again. Or so he thought.

It was just a prank | @notfunnydean

Rating: General Word Count: 3795 Main Tags/Warnings: Prank Wars, April Fools' Day, Sam writes a love letter in Cas' name, hurt!Dean, playing with someone's feelings Summary: When Sam wakes up to discover that his mattress is soaking wet and his brother laughing loudly, he decides to take vengeance. Somehow, along the way, the prank war turns a bit too serious and Dean ends up really hurt.

Deep Blue Ocean | @suckerfordeansfreckles

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4046 Main Tags/Warnings: creature AU, cecaelia Cas, tentacles, first time, bottom Dean, established relationship Summary: Dean’s been in contact with supernatural creatures and people for all his life, as far as he can remember. He’s been working as a social worker for years now, specifying on cases that involve supernatural families. But he’s never really… been with a supernatural creature. He’s never been with anyone, ever, for more than a night, really — not the relationship type, that‘s what he used to excuse it on. But then he met Cas, on a case he worked with his brother, one in a cecaelia community in California. He met Cas, a cecaelia himself, and was kind of lost right away, because Cas was friendly, helpful, articulate and kind of brilliant. He’s also… gorgeous. When Dean first saw him, he kind of lost all breath and brainpower. They’ve been together for a few months now, but in all this time, they haven’t been intimate, haven’t really dared to go beyond their heavy make-out sessions. It’s especially hard again for Dean today, to not just devour Cas. To not just beg him for more.

On Display | @saltnhalo

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4053 Main Tags/Warnings: Dom Castiel/Sub Dean Winchester, Explicit Sexual Content, Bottom Dean Winchester, Top Castiel (Supernatural), Praise Kink, Team Dean Winchester's Red Ass, Toys, Exhibitionism, Camboy Dean Winchester, Panties Summary: “I’ve invited a special guest for today,” Dean tells his viewers, glancing away from the camera as the bed dips beside him. Cas is all easy confidence as he settles onto the mattress next to Dean, and they share a quick smile before Dean turns his attention back to the viewers. “This is my boyfriend. For all of you who’ve wanted to see me get fucked by something other than my varied collection of toys…” He winks teasingly and pitches his voice a little deeper—teasing, sultry. “Today’s your lucky day.”

Texas Sun | @banshee1013

Rating: Mature Word Count: 4185 Main Tags/Warnings: Established Relationship, Sam Winchester Is Not Amused, Fluff, Canon Related, Honeymoon Summary: Ever since Cas and Dean tied the knot, they have been driving Sam *insane* with their inappropriately located and utterly spontaneous make-out suggestions. So when he finds them looking at filming locations for the movie ""Tombstone"" in Arizona, he suggests they take some time (and give him a break!) and road-trip it. Dean plans the route and takes the long way 'round through Texas - all the more time to spend with his angel, and show him some sights along the way.

Till Dawn | @kitmistry

Rating: Mature Word Count: 4431 Main Tags/Warnings: Major Character Death, Implied Suicide, Zombie Apocalypse AU, Fluff and Agst Summary: Before the world went to hell and the dead took over, Castiel and Dean couldn't have led more different lives. While Castiel was wasting away at an insurance company, Dean was busy chasing tornadoes around the country with his brother. They would have never met - they wouldn't have even known the other existed - if humanity hadn't crumbled like a card tower. Or the one where Dean helps Castiel escape.

Red | @gii-heylittleangel

Rating: Mature Word Count: 5509 Main Tags/Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, gore and blood, minor characters deaths, major character injury Summary: Dean didn't even think; he ran to Cas as fast as he could, screaming his name in pure terror, grabbing a handful of Cas's uniform to pull him into his lap. Cas's eyes were wide as he stared at Dean, hands grasping uselessly at the wound by his side. His uniform was soon more red than green and Dean could feel it seeping through his combat pants. The smell soon reached Dean's nose and he couldn't do anything more than just cradle Cas's head between his hands, sobs coming out of his mouth along with something he thought was please no, not him, not him. He never actually believed in prayer until that very moment but he had to start, because all he could do was pray to any and every gods that could be out there to not take Cas away from him, because Dean wouldn't be able to survive without him; Dean couldn’t even think of living without Cas. The amount of blood and the paleness that Cas's face was turning told Dean that none of the gods were actually hearing him, but he kept on praying because there was nothing more he could do; please, God, no, not Cas, please, don't take him away from me, I love him.

Interrupted | @a-mandala-rose

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 5818 Main Tags/Warnings: Established Dean/Cas, Kid Fic Summary: “Cas, babe, I’m ready,” Dean pants, “please..” but the rest of his plea is cut off by a sudden wail from the baby monitor. Jack. “Goddammit!” Dean lets out a noise that is definitely not a whimper as Cas stills his hand. “It would be wrong to dose them all with Benadryl, right?” “Dean.” “Just checking.” Dean loves his and Cas' three children with his whole heart, but he desperately needs some alone time with his husband. OR The world's most relatable fanfic ever. (If you've ever had small children, that is.)

Long Exposure | @saltnhalo

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 7581 Main Tags/Warnings: Model Dean Winchester, Photographer Charlie, Dom/sub Undertones, Dom Castiel, Sub Dean, Model Castiel, Top Castiel, Bottom Dean, Photography, Photographer Castiel, Nude Modeling, Exhibitionism Summary: Nude model wanted for erotic photoshoot. All photographs will only be submitted for assessment at approval of model. Males and females welcome – must be willing to take directions. All photography will be undertaken in a safe studio, and at the pace and comfort of the model. Payment of $100 for two hours of work. Tear off a number if interested.

Ignorance Is Bliss (Usually) | @pray4jensen

Rating: Mature Word Count: 8185 Main Tags/Warnings: Established Relationship, Fluff, Humour, Domestic Summary: Dean and Cas have a very public deathbed confession and officially become an item. And this would totally be thrilling—except Sam gets knocked out during the fight and misses the whole damn thing. Or the one where everybody except Sam knows and Sam thinks Dean’s sudden newfound celibacy is a witch’s curse.

Try A Little Stardust | @cuddlemonsterdean

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 8594 Main Tags/Warnings: Fluff and Angst, Hurt!Dean, Disabled!Dean, Happy Ending Summary: They soak for long enough that Dean actually falls into a light doze. It’s nice to just enjoy the water and the quiet for a while. It’s only been a handful of days, but Castiel has missed holding Dean like this and being close to him. His warmth and the beat of his heart are grounding, anchoring, and to Castiel it will always be special to know him this intimately.

A Different Kind of Filling | @gracefuldean

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 9239 Main Tags/Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Established Relationship, Vampire Hunt, Diners, Porn with Plot, Porn with Feelings, Dom/Sub Undertones, Possessive Castiel, Food Play Summary: After taking care of a vampire nest near Bicknell, Utah, Dean and Castiel stop for a quick bite at one of the town’s diners, known for its (in)famous pickle pie. The unusual dessert is just the beginning of an afternoon Dean won’t ever forget, in which weird fillings and not so new feelings will make him realize that he truly has got it all.

After you and me, there is us | @castielscarma

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 13091 Main Tags/Warnings: Divorced Cas/Dean, past relationship, grief/mourning, child loss, getting back together Summary: Dean is forced to deal with his feelings and emotions about everything after meeting his ex-husband while having lunch.

Circles of Gold | @pomegranatedaffodil

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 17312 Main Tags/Warnings: Fantasy AU, Royalty AU, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Flashbacks, Friends to Lovers Summary: Seven years ago, Dean and Castiel chose each other over their families, their kingdoms, and their crowns. They have since come to terms with that decision, but the arrival of a messenger from Dean’s kingdom disturbs the peaceful life they’ve built together and forces them to make another choice, one that could have equally lasting consequences.

Fight or Flight | @ellis-park

Rating: Mature Word Count: 23186 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon universe, canon-typical violence, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort Summary: Just when Dean's started to feel good about his life — the end is not nigh, and his brother and his angel are safe in the bunker — Sam and Cas start keeping secrets from him. It's not a big deal, at least not at first. Everyone needs to play some things close to the chest. But when Dean finds out what they've been hiding, the bubble of carefree happiness he's carefully placed around his family finally bursts.

A Treason of Truths | @cr-noble-writes

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 28035 Main Tags/Warnings: fantasy au, faerie!cas, demon!dean, moc!dean, minor character deaths, major character injury, angst with a happy-ish ending, smut, bondage, orgasm denial, dom/sub dynamics, top!cas, bottom!dean Summary: When the time comes for The Seelie Court to confront the Dark Realm about their attempted conquests of surrounding kingdoms, Castiel asks that Dean accompany him on a diplomatic trip to The Royal City in the center of the Dark Realm. Dean is unable to refuse his lover, especially because he knows the danger the King will be in. But Dean has a dangerous secret that could cost him both his love and his life. Will their relationship survive the discovery of a sinister plot for the Fomóraigh to take over the Otherworld?

#destiel trope collection 2020 #destiel trope collection #Destiel #established relationship #day 11

[iloveyou3thousand]

Tony and Peter spend a very much needed night together after a long day.

I took the liberty of turning this into some very soft and fluffy filth for y’all

CW: fluff and smut, pwp, explicit sexual content

——————————————————————————————

“Bath?”

“Oh my god I thought you’d never ask.”

Peter pushes himself up from where he’d previously thrown himself onto the bed, and looks at Tony, standing there in the middle of the room with his tie loose and his shirt already mostly unbuttoned and his jacket discarded next to where Peter sits.

He looks so good like that, flashing Peter a smile, that Peter almost doesn’t want to move into the bathroom. He’d much rather just drag him straight to bed. But the absolute best way to end the kind of day they’ve had starts with an hour or so of soaking in their tub, he knows that from experience, so Peter pushes himself up and goes to run the water.

From his perch on the edge of the bath, keeping his hand dangled down so he can keep track of the temperature, Peter can see into the bedroom through the open door of their en suite and he allows himself to enjoy the sight of Tony undressing slowly. He absently drifts his fingers across the surface of the water while he watches how Tony slides the tie from around his neck and drops it to the bed, and how he, now turned away from Peter, shrugs out of his shirt, revealing the nice lines of his shoulders and then the dimples in his lower back. His pants go next, and the way Tony bends down to pick them up after he’s stepped out of them makes Peter unable to stop the little noise bubbling up in his throat before it’s left his lips.

Tony looks over his shoulder and catches Peter watching him, who immediately goes red. Tony only chuckles.

When the tub is filled and the bathroom smells like one of Tony’s undoubtedly expensive essential oils, the older man joins the younger to help him undress, moving slowly and letting his fingertips linger on places he knows Peter likes to be touched.

On nights like these they do everything slowly, leisurely, taking their time. It helps them unwind the very best when they can just be in each other’s company and enjoy what they have.

Tony sinks into the water first, and Peter follows suit, scooting back until he’s pressed up against Tony’s chest. He tugs at Tony’s arms until they’re secured around his waist, and as if naturally Tony’s mouth comes to rest against the back of Peter’s neck, occasionally brushing a kiss to his skin.

They’re both quiet for some time, enjoying the warmth of the water and each other, until it’s Tony who reaches for the cup in the soap holder first, and Peter automatically smiles.

They always use the cup to scoop up water from the bath to wash each other’s hair. Maybe it’s sappy, but it’s one of the things Peter enjoys doing with Tony most, and any time Tony reaches for it, it feels good because it means he enjoys it just as much.

“Tilt your head back, baby,” he murmurs, and Peter does as he’s told.

Tony massages Peter’s favorite shampoo into his hair with gentle but thorough fingers until he’s got his eyes closed and his lips parted and he feels like he can fall asleep on the spot if he’s not careful. Then the soap is rinsed out, and it’s Peter’s turn.

Peter turns to face Tony and beckons him closer so he can slide into the man’s lap and mouth at his jaw while he works the shampoo into Tony’s dark hair. Tony’s hands are on his back, sliding up his sides and down his spine toward his ass, and even from where Peter has his head ducked he can see Tony’s grin as a large hand cups one of his ass cheeks and gives it a squeeze.

“Hey,” Peter protests. Tony just kisses him.

They dry off when their skin becomes wrinkly and tender and Peter makes a beeline for the closet to get out a pair of underpants so he can get into bed but Tony grabs his wrist and coaxes him directly onto the mattress. He’s got his mouth on Peter’s neck before the boy can even begin to protest – not that he has an awful lot to complain about.

Tony’s got Peter sitting on the edge of the mattress and he kisses down Peter’s chest and Peter knows what’s about to happen and he welcomes it, puts a hand into Tony’s hair as he works his way down, leans back a little to allow him room, supporting himself with his free hand.

Tony swallows him down before he’s even half hard, and works him over expertly. Peter sighs and tightens his hand in Tony’s hair just a touch and it earns him a little satisfied noise. He likes it when Tony sounds like that – like he’s happy to be where he is.

Peter kisses him when Tony comes back up, and together they move onto the bed, settling back in each other’s arms. Tony’s hand wraps around his cock to continue what he started, stroking from root to tip slowly but thoroughly as he watches Peter squirm and sigh in his grip.

“What do you want, baby?” Tony purrs.

“You know what I want,” Peter sighs back.

“Can’t blame me for liking the way you say it.”

Peter chuckles softly at Tony’s fond grin and he resists the urge to roll his eyes, instead leaning closer and dropping his voice to a breathy whine.

“Fuck me.”

The shiver and moan Peter gets in return make his cock twitch in Tony’s hand.

While Tony reaches for their necessities, Peter turns his back to Tony and awaits further instruction. He likes not seeing what Tony’s doing, likes that little element of surprise. He listens to the sound of a bottle opening and closing, and his heart flutters when Tony’s lips brush across his shoulder only a second before Tony spreads his cheeks with one hand and circles a slick finger around his tight rim.

Peter sighs when the finger sinks into him slowly, arches his back to aid Tony when he presses in deeper and pulls back again, slicking him up and stretching him out.

Tony sidles up against his back as best as he can and continues mouthing at his shoulder and neck as he works Peter open slowly, only pulling back to apply a bit more lube or add a finger, which has Peter almost painfully hard and leaking in a matter of minutes. It’s absolutely unfair what kind of things Tony can do to him with so little. It gets Peter every time.

And yet Tony continues to take his sweet time. It’s both the best thing and the worst thing simultaneously, as Peter wants nothing more than for Tony to fill him up the way he always does, and yet he knows he could come on Tony’s fingers alone and he’d be happy. So happy.

Thankfully Tony retreats his hand after a while and Peter hears a telltale plasticky crinkle, and then one of Tony’s arms shimmies under him in between the mattress and his body to effectively pull him back against his chest and back against his cock. Tony slides the head teasingly between Peter’s cheeks before he lines up and Peter’s hole swallows him down, opening up and welcoming the intrusion. His body yields for Tony like it’s made for it, until they’re connected at the hip and Peter can feel Tony deep inside of him.

Now that Tony’s other hand is free, he brushes it down Peter’s outer thigh, and Peter dutifully lifts his leg so Tony can hook his hand in the crook of his knee for leverage as he slowly begins to rock into Peter.

The room fills with quiet sighs and little moans as Tony fucks Peter slowly, pushing in deep with every roll of his hips. They’re pressed close with Tony’s mouth to Peter’s neck, nipping at his skin to leave little reminders of their lazy night and encourage Peter to be as vocal as he needs to be.

Peter refuses to touch himself because he knows it will be over the second he does. Every one of Tony’s thrusts hits the spot, scratching an itch inside him that so far only Tony has managed to scratch. Sometimes he thinks he’d be happy just staying in bed like that with Tony forever. Only leave for the occasional necessity like food or the toilet or a shower. It’s high time they take a few days off again and do exactly that. It’s been a while since Tony fucked him sore and aching.

Tony’s hands grab at Peter’s inner thighs after a while and Peter doesn’t know what he’s got coming until Tony’s rolled onto his back and pulled Peter with him. It’s a bit clumsy and a laugh leaves Peter’s lips as he has to push at the mattress to get on top of Tony, but when he’s settled he sees what Tony was trying and he’s here for it.

Peter rolls his hips and Tony lets out a moan against the shell of his ear, bucking up into him when he’s planted his feet on the mattress with his legs bent and repositioned his hands on Peter’s outer thighs to lift his knees to his chest once again. It’s obscene how exposed Peter feels folded up like that, but it just helps to give him a thrill. Not to mention every time Tony rocks his hips up now his cock rubs against a spot inside him that has him seeing stars.

Tony tires out pretty quickly in that position, his muscles straining and breath coming out in soft pants directly into Peter’s ear. Peter purposely doesn’t tease him about his age although he’s tempted – he just sits Tony up against the headboard and straddles his thighs, touching behind himself to sink back onto his lover’s cock and whimper at just how deep he reaches with the new position. His hole clenches as he pushes Tony back inside. Peter’s dick jumps with the friction, red and sensitive and desperate for touch that he knows he’s only going to get if Tony allows it. He wants it that way. Only wants to come when it’s Tony touching him and making him.

Tony is a generous lover though, quick to wind his fingers around Peter and allowing him to rock up into the coil of his hand.

“That’s it, baby,” Tony breathes, “God, you look so good like this, bouncing on my cock.”

Peter whimpers and moves faster, picking up his pace as he feels his lower abdomen tighten in anticipation, his muscles twitching as he keeps rocking back even though he can feel he’s not going to last much longer.

“Feel so fucking good around me. So tight, so warm. I wanna see you come, baby. You’re so pretty when you come.”

Tony keeps murmuring encouragement and Peter can’t take it anymore. It’s to easy to lose himself when Tony’s talking to him like that. His body seizes as his orgasm comes crashing down on him and sends him spilling hotly onto Tony’s chest and over the fingers around him, which don’t let up until they’ve pumped out every last drop. Tony’s still breathing praise although his words hitch when Peter clenches down around him, growing tighter and hotter for Tony to grind up into. He’s chasing his own orgasm now, hands on Peter’s hips squeezing hard to use him as he pleases, to make good use of Peter’s hole as tight as he is now before the boy relaxes into post-coital bliss.

It’s not long before Tony tenses beneath Peter with a shaky shout, burying his cock deep. Peter lets out a little satisfied noise that he feels to the very core and he holds Peter for a moment longer before his grip eases the second he’s spilled his load. His head falls back against the pillow behind him to catch his breath, eyes a little glazed.

Peter sinks down against Tony’s chest, uncaring of the filth between them, just keen on burying his face against Tony’s neck and breathe him in until Tony softens enough to leave Peter achingly empty once again, clenching down on nothing but air.

Neither of them wants to get up for a while after that. Tony doesn’t even bother to take off the condom.

Only when the clean sweat on their skin has dried and Peter starts to shiver with the lack of cover does Tony roll out from beneath the boy and leave him in the bed to fetch a warm, damp towel to clean him with.

By the time they settle in between the sheets, Peter is completely boneless, melting into the deep kiss that Tony meets him with when he returns from the bathroom and pulls him into his arms.

Peter yawns, and they both chuckle when it immediately triggers Tony’s following yawn.

“I adore you,” Tony murmurs into Peter’s hair before he gets the chance to fall asleep. He’s so comfortable.

The boy snuggles in closer, and kisses at one of the many scars on Tony’s chest.

“Mm. Not if I adore you first.”

#starker #peter parker/tony stark #ironspider #marvel #starker fanfic #peter parker #tony stark #pwp #nff #ironspider fanfic #starker smut #starker nff #my fanfic #my writing #Anonymous #replies

[equalstrashflavoredtrash]

Standing Offer

a/n: this was a written as a surprise for the lovely @whenimaunicorn because she’s the best and has put up with me annoying her for two years now, but the thing is, she usually beta reads for me but did not this time since it was a surprise, SO please don’t hold grammar mistakes against me. also shout out to @cptnbvcks for helping me when i was stuck and @no-droids​ for the initial story inspiration 

warnings: PWP, oral (male receiving), some praise kink, and mutual pining if you squint

word count: 1616

Din Djarin x gender neutral reader//The Mandalorian

(gif by @fluffyapplecat)

The Mandalorian heard you approaching but stayed silent, facing forward and waiting. Your fingers came to rest on his elbow as you said, “The child is finally asleep.” 

He sighed at the weight of your hand atop the canvas fabric of his sleeve. It was a small gesture—something he knew you did out of mindless habit and not affection. He’d seen the way your people interacted, hands always making contact with whoever was being spoken to, a courtesy that no one thought twice about. He’d come to look forward to these small moments of touch. He also knew you usually refrained from touching him so casually—but still sometimes you would slip up, times like now when you were tired from rocking the fussy green child to sleep. 

“He misses you when you go out on jobs,” You continue, hands brushing his forearm as you settled into the co-pilot’s chair next to him. “Sometimes the little guy will stand at the bay door for hours, watching the horizon for you.” He tried to focus on your words but his mind was distracted. 

“Do you remember Coruscant?” He asks abruptly, turning his head slightly to look back, watching your expression. 

Your head dropped to the side, studying the emotionless helmet, “You mean when I got drunk?”

“Yes,” The mandalorian replies, his tone coming out curt through the distortion of his modulator. His grip on the armrest tightened, your fingers were still tapping idly against him. “And that night, when I—when I tried to get you to go to sleep, you—,”

“I remember,” you cut him off, your touch going stiff as you pulled away to nervously rub your palms together. Honestly, you had dearly hoped he’d never bring that night up—you’d behaved a bit too brazenly while drunk and were certain you’d offended him. Your hangover the next morning was one of the worst ever, not due to the head ache but because even though you couldn’t see his face you knew he was avoiding looking at you.

“Were you serious?” He asks, his chair now turned halfway around towards you. The Mandalorian could see your confusion and tried to clarify in the most tactful way possible. “The offer you made that night, does it still stand?” 

The dawning realization of what he meant, what exactly he was asking you, is clear in your expression—he wasn’t mad at you. 

“Nevermind, forget I said anything,” He reverts before you have a chance to reply, dashing the idea as he turns around. 

“No Mando, wait,” you reach out, grabbing at his bicep and stopping him before he can fully move away. “Do you,” you hesitate, watching the solid beskar of his helmet for any hint of a reaction. “Do you want me to go down on you?” 

He’s silent for a moment, stiff as a board hoping you can’t hear just how hard he’s breathing. “I wanted to that night,” he began, watching you from the corner of his eye, “but it didn't feel right. You weren’t—,” he trailed off once he saw the grin that spread across your face.

Without hesitation you sink to the ground and edge forward, maneuvering your way between his knees.

“Wait—,” he blurts out, starting to panic at the idea that this is actually happening, and reaches out to grab your shoulders before you can get closer. “You don’t have to do this, there’s no obligation.”

“Mando,” you interrupt, looking up at his visors as you grab his wrists, moving his hands away before resting your own on either of his thighs. “I want to, I promise I do.”

He practically melts at hearing you say that, relaxing into his seat as you make fast work of his belt. You struggle with the locking mechanism for a moment before he brushes your hands away and unclasps it himself. Fumbling slightly, he rushes to lift his padded shirt, giving you full access to the zipper on his trousers. As you peel away the layers you can tell he’s already hard, seeing his bulge straining against the fabric of his underwear. 

You can hear him sigh through the modulator when you pull back the waistband. Wrapping your fingers around his cock, you finally get a good look and let out a soft, “Oh my.”

This catches the Mandalorian’s attention. You spot the movement out of the corner of your eye, his chin dropping forward to look down at you. “Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing’s wrong,” you’re quick to reply, eager to to assuage any fear he might have. “You’re just bigger than I was expecting.” He doesn't respond and so you add on as an afterthought, “Mando, that’s a good thing.”

“Oh,” his voice is so soft you almost don’t hear his response. 

Refocusing your efforts, you squeeze your hand, wrapping your fingers around his length and giving a few test pulls before leaning in. You look up at him through your lashes, watching where you think his eyes rest behind the dark visor before dragging your tongue from base to tip, wetting the underside with the breadth of you tongue before swirling around the head. You can hear his helmet clink—falling back against the headrest—as he lets out a low grown. 

“Fuck,” he hisses as you take him past your lips, teasing at the tip of his cock with your tongue. “Your mouth is so warm.” You hum in response and then pull him out with a pop. Gathering the saliva in your mouth you spit, letting it drip from your lips onto his cock before spreading it further down the length of him with your palm. 

“Keep talking,” you request as you stretch your lips around him again, seeing just how far into your mouth he can reach before you start to gag. Your jaw strains as you fit him in, breathing through your nose while you try to sup around his girth. You can feel the tip of his cock tickling at the back of your throat when his hand jumps to the crown of your head. His fingers dig into your scalp, messing up your hair, holding you still. Unable to move, you choose instead to hollow your cheeks and suck.

“Mm, you feel s’good,” he moans, tugging at your hair now to guide your movements. You continue to stroke the base of his cock that doesn't fit with your hand, fingers bumping against your lips as you bob up and down. “I’ve wanted this for s’long, since—since before Coruscant.”

A heat in your chest blooms at his comment and you suck harder, warmed by the thought that the Mandalorian actually wanted you. The knowledge that your silly crush wasn’t one-sided urges you on, taking his length further towards the back of your throat. 

Rearing back for a moment to catch your breath while bringing your other hand forward to scoop his balls out from his underwear. You’re too focused on the newly revealed parts of his skin to notice the noises he makes as you do—but once you draw one between your lips, there’s no missing the loud grunt from above you. 

When you return to his cock, there’s a bubble of precum leaking from the tip that you eagerly lick up before taking him into your mouth, humming at the salty flavor. You continue to bob your head and suck, feeling his hand in your hair, tugging along and letting him guide your moments.

“Just like that,” he hisses, encouraging you to keep up the pace as your hands glide over his cock. “Fuck, you’re doing so well,” the words tumble from his mouth without thought, “You’re too good—fuck—t’good to me.”

Your free hand moves up to roll his balls in your palm as you hollow your cheek and give a hard pull—this is what seems to tip him over the edge. He goes rigid and his fist on your scalp tenses, holding your head down as he finishes. You try to swallow the load but he cums more than you expect. Pulling away, you bring a hand to your mouth to catch the overflow that follows with his cock.  

Swallowing what’s left in your mouth you notice the way the chest plates of his armor rise and fall with his heavy breaths. Your eyes travel further up to his dark visor, finding it trained on your face. Giving him a teasing smirk you stick out your tongue and lick up his cum pooled in your palm. 

The hand resting on your head flexes quickly as he watches you clean off your skin before dropping to cup your jaw, his thumb rubbing gently across your cheekbone.

“How was that?” you ask in a light tone, shifting to rest on one hip instead of your knees while leaning into his touch. 

“Better than I imagined.” His words fanned the flame in your belly from before and you could feel your cheeks heating up. “Thank you,” the Mandalorian sighed more than spoke, his voice still breathy through the modulator.

“No thanks needed, the pleasure was mine.” You can’t help but giggle at him, one hand idly rubbing his thigh before you add, “If you ever wanted to return in kind though, I wouldn’t complain.” 

“Give me a minute.” There’s a hitch in his voice that could almost be mistaken for a laugh and you wonder if he’s smiling under the helmet. 

You pause for a moment, gathering the nerve before asking, “Is there anything else you imagined?” 

“Maybe,” he teases, his hand shifting to slide down the side of your neck, coming to rest along your collarbone where his thumb hooks into your shirt. “Take this off and I might show you.” 

---

tagos: @whenimaunicorn @fat-zygerrian @cptnbvcks @no-droids @laketaj24 @tiyetiye @grungyblonde​ 

 I do expect to write more abt our favorite Mandalorian, so if you want to be tagged leave a reply on this saying so 

#the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x reader #mandalorian smut #pedro pascal #gender neutral reader #my writing #fun fact the working title for this was 'sloppy top in the pilots spot'

[tahitianmangoes]

Hi! I've been reading through your master list for the past few days and I'm in love with all your stories especially your smuts. I'm wondering if smut is your favorite style and if you have tips for newbie smut writers?

Hii XD thank you so much ^^ I’m glad you like my fics!! uwu

So smut isn’t my favourite genre  to write (even though I feel like I write it a lot!!) - at least pwp isn’t my favourite. It can be fun to write and read sometimes (and probably is the most popular for notes for me) but angst is my favourite thing to write. For me, I like to use sex scenes in fics to show someone’s relationship as I feel like the kind of sex people have reveals a lot about them! So that's probably why it's in almost every fic I write, including the chaptered ones ^^;;

As for advice for writing smut, I think there’s a lot to consider!!  (And I’m in no way an expert so please don’t take this as gospel!!)

So smut isn’t easy to write at all, imo. It’s all too easy to write something lacklustre and repetitive.

Firstly, you need to think your scene out logistically - make sure the reader can keep up with any positions the characters might be in - the more people you add to the scene, the harder that might be. I’ve read stuff before where I thought they were in one position then around halfway through, I realised they were in a totally different position as it hadn’t been mentioned up until that point! I’m not saying that you need to put “now they’re in missionary” but maybe think about describing where they are in relation to each other. Another thing to consider is if you've described what they're wearing earlier on but haven't said that they've taken their clothes off, remember to mention it. You don't have to go into much detail like "then he took off his shirt, then pants, then underpants" lol but a simple "they undressed each other quickly" or something will suffice - otherwise I imagine them still clothed lol. Missed details like that really grate on me - like if someone was smoking and they never stubbed it out, I still imagine them smoking throughout the entire scene.

Secondly, think about what sort of tone you want to set. Is it going to be hot and filthy? Or do you want it to be more loving and romantic? Those things affect my word choice a lot when it comes to writing smut. If it’s pure filth, you can go nuts with using all the dirty words and nasty dialogue and have them do pretty much anything! If it’s more romantic, maybe think about building up more slowly to the smut/setting the scene. Think about maybe talking about how the character feels about the other person etc. I’d use more fluffy language in this instance. 

Remember the scene isn't just about the deed! Talk about how the character is feeling or what they're thinking. I like to think about their senses - how does it feel? What can they see and hear? What does it taste or smell like? Those things can help flesh your smut out and help the reader better understand the scene and your character. (This also helps me when I'm stuck - I can ask myself one of these questions to get back on track.)

Third and I think most importantly,  I’d say do your research.

I’ve seen many smut fics in my time and often, stuff is just anatomically incorrect or not how things work. I’m not saying you have to have had sex to write a smut fic because lord knows, I hadn’t when I started writing them but looking into how sex works, how the human body works etc is helpful. 

For instance I was born with a vagina, therefore, I don’t know how it feels to have an orgasm for someone with a penis. So I googled it. I asked my partner. I researched so that if I want to describe what receiving oral sex feels like for someone with a penis for instance, I have an idea. You can literally type whatever you need to know in google and I guarantee there’ll be at least one article about it.

Porn can be helpful sometimes to give you an idea of how things might look but remember that it’s not real - women don’t always squirt  every time or even have internal orgasms just from penetrative sex for example and men  generally can’t just achieve a prostate orgasm from a few quick thrusts. I'm not saying not to write those things but generally, if I'm reading something and the reader is gushing like a fountain before she's even been touched, I'm probably not going to read the rest. (But that's just me.)

Research can also take the form of reading good smut! So that’s a win/win situation where you’re reading something fun and also the writer is [hopefully] getting more views, kudos and comments! Good smut was so helpful to me in the beginning and continues to be - sometimes people just write things differently to how you ever could and that makes you rethink how you see things and can add perspective to your own writing. (As an add on to the last point about reading other's work, I just wanna say that it's not cool to copy. I know you might be inspired by someone else but please don't copy/paste things into your own fic. I've seen it recently where someone had lifted lines from someone else's work and just c/ped them into their own and it was obvious to me that they had done that. Sure, you might admire that other person's work but stealing their stuff isn't cool and won’t help you in the long run.)

Lastly, have fun with it and take your time! People enjoy a good smut fic - the crazier, the sexier, the nastier the better! Project everything onto your character and have fun with it. As much as I've outlined this and that, don't feel like these are rules that need to be stuck to by any means - this is just my way of doing things, like I said, I'm not the authority on smut writing.

Wow, this got super long. I hope it helps in a way! Ty <3

#ask #anon #this is so long T^T #ty

[blakemetothemoon]

“Baby, I’m Desperate for You”; SaifahZon, Rating: E

Anon asked for Saifah and Zon getting interrupted every time they try to make out and I somehow turned it into a 4k word smut fic oops. Also I really hope the read more tag works for this hnnngggggg

ALSO thank you all so much for 250 followers!!!! I never expected this blog to grow so big!!! So think of this fic as a little thank you!! <3

Summary: Five times Saifah and Zon try to make-out and the one time they do (more than make-out).

Rating: E

Tags: smut, top saifah, bottom Zon, explicit sexual content, PWP, making out, lots of it, interrupted make-outs, 5+1, frottage, anal sex, fingering, phone sex, masturbation, praise kink, barebacking, established relationship, kissing, cuddles, light sub/dom, exhibitionism, kind of LOL

Read below or on ao3!

1. After the First Kiss

The concert ends before they're done kissing each other breathless. Even in the haze, they're aware enough to know they won't be alone for much longer. And they want to be alone for much longer.  

Saifah grabs Zon’s hand and tugs him down the hall. “My room?” he says. “Kissing only?”

That halts any anxiety Zon starts to have about too fast too soon. He frantically nods his head and Saifah beams.

They’re seven steps from freedom when Soda ambushes them and yells, “The after party!”

They’re shuffled away from the exit before they can protest. They share a glance, silently agreeing to escape as soon as they can. But Soda’s eyes are like a hawk’s, and both Zon and Saifah know how dangerous she can be, so they don’t risk it.

Beneath the table, surrounded by laughter, Saifah runs his thumb over the pulse of Zon’s wrist and smiles. We’ve got time.

Zon intertwines their fingers and smiles back.

*

Honestly, they start dating at the wrong time.

Okay, maybe not the “wrong” time. Sure, there had been a lot of patience on Saifah’s part and a lot of floundering on Zon’s, but it worked out and neither had any regrets about where they were now.

More like it’s the most inconvenient time.

Exams are coming up and Zon’s grades still aren’t…great. Saifah’s scores are better than Zon’s, but not at the level of someone like Tutor, who Zon's parents trust with their lives. Which means Zon is either being tutored at school or at home studying. They haven’t told Zon’s parents about him and Saifah going from fictional boyfriends to actual boyfriends. They wouldn’t have a problem with it, but that doesn’t mean Saifah would be allowed as a distraction. If anything, it would make it worse for them to find out right now.

Which goes back to the inconvenience thing. They’re boyfriends just long enough to do sexual things to each other three times. And the nice thing about having a boyfriend, Zon’s heard, is you get to have sex more than three times. They’re finally at the point where they (aka Zon) are getting more comfortable with the entire “naked touching and embarrassing yet uncontrollable noises” thing. Zon is starting to think about what he likes, what Saifah really likes, and what else they would like together. And after the best orgasms of their lives, not being able to explore all that makes them both want it more.

So they need to get a little creative.

*

2. At University

The wall is unforgiving when Zon grabs Saifah in an empty, outdoor corridor and clumsily pushes him against it. The small crack of Saifah’s head on the bricks is enough for Zon’s “surprise and kiss” plan to immediately crumble.

“Shit, are you okay?” Zon grabs Saifah’s head and yanks it down, inspecting the oncoming bump. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

He's pulled Saifah down far enough that they’re eye level. Saifah’s pupils are blown wide with something that isn’t pain, and it’s a jarring reminder that this is the first time they’ve touched in five days.

They don’t say another word. Saifah grabs Zon’s shoulders and spins them. Zon’s back barely touches the wall before Saifah’s lips are on his. The kiss isn’t simple or timid. It’s immediate tongue and insistent hands tugging the hem of Zon’s shirt free from his pants to stroke up his bare sides. A thigh forced in between his legs. Teeth nibbling beneath his jaw.

And it all tells Zon he isn’t the only one feeling deprived.

“I miss you,” Saifah says. He loosens the tie around Zon’s neck so he can pull the collar aside and suck a mark where no one else will see. His other hand smooths around Zon’s ribcage to grab his ass and pull him down onto Saifah’s thigh. “Miss you so much.”

The combination of everything makes Zon gasp and force Saifah’s lips back to his. “Me too,” he groans against them.

Zon’s got class in twenty minutes, and it’s probably not smart to get worked up and sport a boner to economics. Still, Zon grabs onto the back of Saifah’s neck, earning him a hiss when his nails dig into the skin there. He clambers up his beanstalk of a boyfriend and Saifah grips him by the thighs to help him do it. Burying his hands into the back of Saifah's shirt, he drags him closer and grinds against Saifah’s stomach. Saifah presses Zon so hard against the wall that he wouldn’t slide down it even if his legs weren't desperately clinging to Saifah’s waist—

Laughter suddenly echoes from down the hall. They freeze, eyes widening together, then Zon is dropped back to his feet. His legs are in “Saifah kissed me silly” mode, so he stumbles, but Saifah takes the quickest of moments to steady him. Then he leaves a messy kiss on Zon’s cheek and disappears around the corner, and Zon clumsily tucks his shirt back into his pants. He rushes to the nearby water fountain and drinks like he’ll be thirsty forever.

Which, well…

3. Over the Phone

Saifah is the one who suggests it but Zon is quick to agree. The words "sex" and "Saifah" in the same sentence have become pretty good at focusing Zon’s attention in one direction. Especially when they’re going on two weeks of this.

But when Zon has the phone pressed to his ear and he’s naked in bed with lube and tissues, what he and Saifah are about to do hits him like a boulder.

"This is my first time doing something like this, too,” Saifah, Actual Boyfriend of the Year, says to ease the majority of Zon’s nerves. “You don’t need to be shy. It’s just me, okay?”

“Who’re you calling shy?” Zon replies with a huff.

Zon’s glad Saifah said they just do a voice call, not a video one. Even if they’ve already had sex, there’s something about doing things to himself in front of Saifah that is still embarrassing to the point of near panic. The foregin idea of there being a screen between them just adds to that. Too much new, too quick. Having it over the phone is far less intimidating.

"What are you wearing?" Saifah says. He does it to get a laugh, but instead Zon goes eerily quiet. "Zon?"

“I already took my clothes off! Crap, I didn’t even think about foreplay. Give me a second, I’ll put on some pants—”

“Hold on,” Saifah interrupts, "You're already naked?"

Shit, Zon thinks, I read so much about this, how could I mess this up already—

“Zon?”

“Yes, I’m naked, okay?”

“So if I was there and crawled into your bed, you would already be naked?" Saifah reiterates. He sounds like he's run a mile in one minute. "I could just slide my hands under the covers and touch you. Touch all of you?”

"Um…" Zon imagines laying there waiting and willing for Saifah to touch him. Those talented, long fingers sliding themselves over Zon’s entire body, but not touching him where he already craves for it—

Oh. Oh. Okay. Maybe Zon could do this.

Zon doesn’t know when he started stroking himself. All he knows is he’s already hard and when he pictures it as Saifah’s hand, he groans and has to let go.

“Y-Yeah, you could do that." Zon licks his lips. Clears his throat. "You can touch me.”

There’s a sharp inhale on the other end of the line. “Where do you want me to touch you?”

Everywhere, Zon thinks. “I want you to touch my chest. Then my… my—”

"Do it then," Saifah says when panic makes the words catch in Zon’s throat. Saifah’s voice is still breathier than normal, but it's also patient, soft. "Close your eyes and think it's me. My thumbs tracing over your nipples, rubbing them until they’re hard. You like it when I do that, right?”

Zon breathes a sigh of relief; Saifah always knows when Zon needs to give up control instead of being forced to just handle it. He nods before remembering Saifah can’t see him. “Yeah. I’m, ah, I’m touching them— but you do it better, Saifah—”

“You’re doing so good, my Zon,” Saifah whispers. “Move your hand down. Grab your cock for me. You’re hard, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Zon hisses when he grabs himself again. Somehow he’s grown even harder than before. Has he ever been this hard? Like two strokes and he’ll be gone? “I’m already close, Saifah, but I want—”

“You want me to finger you, right?” Saifah’s breathing is getting heavier, and Zon knows it means he’s touching himself, too. That he’s not far behind him. “I want that, too. You’re always so hot around my fingers. Fuck, Zon, thinking about it is driving me crazy. Do it to yourself, Zon. Please. Your moans when I finger you are so sexy. Let me hear them, my Zon.”

Having only Saifah’s voice makes Zon hyperfocus on every hitch, every stutter. He commits them to memory between thinking about how Saifah sounds so perfect like this.

Desperate to keep Saifah talking, Zon reaches for the lube, muttering a curse when he opens it and some of it spills onto his pillowcase—

Then Zon is reminded that the universe is set on blue-balling them for eternity because Zon's phone rings with another incoming call, and when he fumbles to ignore it with his free hand, he hits accept instead.

And, suddenly, Saifah's deep moans are replaced by Zen’s cheerful greeting.

Zon goes into fight or flight mode. He throws his phone across the room with way too much force and a loud, “Fuck!” It lands on the floor with an unforgiving thud and a startled yelp from the other end. It takes at least ten deep breaths for Zon to remember, thank god, it wasn’t video, holy fuck.

“Zon?” Zen says once Zon’s scrambled to pick up his phone. “Are you okay—”

“Hey, Zen! Sorry, my mom’s calling me, bye!”

The instant Zon ends the call, he calls Saifah again. It connects on the first ring. "I’m sorry! I accidentally—"

But there’s nothing but obnoxious laughter on the other end.

Zon blushes bright red and angrily hangs up.

His phone immediately lights up with a video call. He pouts as Saifah’s amused face appears in HD. “Don’t make fun of me, you ass!”

“I’m not!” Saifah says with a grin that means he definitely is. But his hair is all ruffled in that sexy bed-head kind of way and his eyes are full of an affection Zon will never fully believe is for him. So maybe he can forgive Saifah for laughing at his expense this one time.

It goes without saying that the mood is completely ruined and a single glance at his watch says they’re out of time to make it happen again. Zon drags his eyes across Saifah’s bare shoulders and asks, "...did you…?"

"Did I what?" Saifah says, ever the cheekiest little shit.

"You know what I mean! Did you finish?"

"No.” Before Zon can apologize again, Saifah adds, “I like it when we finish together."

Zon's cheeks basically burst into flames but he can't help his grin. His stomach flips at the words, at how satisfied and bizarrely possessive they make him feel.

“You should go study,” says Saifah.

“Five minutes.” Zon leans against his headboard and snuggles a pillow to his chest. “Tell me about your day.”

Saifah does just that, talking mindlessly about the football game coming up and the new song he wants them to learn together and countless other things. Five minutes turns into fifteen, and Zon can’t help but think how perfect Saifah’s voice is like this, too.

4. Saifah’s Room

“Sorry, my Zon,” Saifah mumbles. His voice is raspy and he flinches when he swallows. “We finally have a night together and I’m dying.”

“You aren’t dying. Drink your soup,” replies Zon. He sees Saifah shiver so he grabs the comforter and gently drapes it around those slender shoulders. “And stop apologizing. I already said it’s okay. It’s not your fault you’re sick.”

It’s hard to tell if Saifah believes him or not. Zon smiles because it really is okay. Being near Saifah refuels him, it doesn’t matter what they’re doing. And he likes getting to see a whiny Saifah, to take care of him in the same way he always takes care of Zon.

After Saifah finishes his soup and his eyelids droop, Zon wraps him up in the blanket and cuddles him sturdy until he falls asleep.

5. Living Room

My parents aren’t home, Zon texts Saifah the instant his parents leave.

Say no more, Saifah texts back in 0.2 seconds.

Lips are crashing into Zon’s before he has the door half-way open. He nearly tobbles over but Saifah steadies him with arms around his waist. Zon's own hands grab onto the collar of Saifah's engineering uniform to tug him along as he walks backwards. Saifah’s shoes fly off. Zon isn't entirely sure they closed the door all the way, but when their mouths are moving together in all the best ways, it's hard to care.

"Where are your parents?" Saifah asks, then presses Zon against the kitchen counter and kisses him again before letting him answer.

Zon likes the idea of Saifah lifting him on the counter so they can make out without straining their necks, but right now he wants Saifah on top of him. "Work thing. Won't be back until late," he answers and maneuvers them to the living room.

Maybe they should've at least tried to make it to Zon’s room. But the living room is closer and there's a couch and a warm boyfriend who willingly follows Zon's lead. Saifah's shirt as an anchor has served its purpose; Zon forces Saifah's arms out of it, then frees him out of his t-shirt, too. Zon hasn't seen this expanse of Saifah's skin for weeks. He rubs his hands all over Saifah's chest and abs and bare collar bones. The need to have Saifah where he wants him ignites again, so with a stern grip on those slim shoulders, Zon drags him down until he’s leaning back against the cushions and Saifah straddles his thighs.

Something about their positions feel different than usual. Saifah is curled over him, but the way his thighs tighten when Zon’s hands land on them and how he’s given up control of their kisses—there’s something submissive in it. Slowly, Zon drags his hands up Saifah’s thighs until they meet Saifah’s hips, then he slides them around and, after a brief hesitation, grabs onto Saifah’s ass. Saifah gasps into their kiss, then again when Zon massages it.

Saifah pulls back. His cheeks are flushed, his lips are red, and his hair is mused. He looks downright debauched, and if Zon’s hard-on is any indication, he very much likes a debauched Saifah sitting in his lap.

“You’re getting more daring, Zon.”

The praise and how clearly Saifah is enjoying what Zon is doing makes him grin. “Be careful or I’ll catch up to you.”

Saifah’s breath does this weird hitch thing like he’s been punched in the stomach. With a renewed vigor, his hands bury in Zon’s hair and then they’re back to kissing lips, kissing necks, kissing with tongue—

And then the front door opens and voices carry through the hallway loud enough to hear from the living room.

“Where did my shirt go!” Saifah whisper-yells, desperately searching the floor.

“I don’t know! Here, just put on the blanket—”

“This doesn’t look any better!”

“Shit, can you see my boner—”

“Zon!”

Fuck, why was that the line his mom had to walk in on?!

“Uh,” Zon says as he finally looks at his mom standing in threshold in a fancy dress with her arms crossed. “It’s not what it looks like!”

Except it’s very much exactly what it looks like. They’re the epitome of being caught mid-makeout session.

“Why are you home, anyway?” Zon asks before she can call him out on his obvious lie.

“Your dad forgot his wallet. And don’t act like I’m stupid.”

She turns her gaze to Saifah, whose smile is stupidly charming even when he’s obviously been caught half-naked. Zon’s mom almost looks... happy her son is getting some? Even happier that it’s with Saifah? God, his parents are so fucking weird—

“We told you no distractions before exams,” she continued, “But Tutor said he’s confident you’ll do fine, so tonight is a free pass. Nothing else until exams are over next week, understood?”

“Fine!” Zon replies when she stares him down with that trademark Mom Look. “Promise!”

“One week,” says Saifah when Zon’s mom finally leaves. He wraps Zon up in the blanket with him and kisses his temple. “Keep fighting.”

Zon nuzzles into Saifah’s warmth. “One week.”

+1.

Zon slams the privacy sign on the door handle so hard, it almost flies off.

“You’re enthusiastic today," Saifah laughs.

No shit, Zon's enthusiastic. Exams are done. He’s passed with flying colors thanks to Tutor’s help and his own insatiable need to have Saifah in him, around him, everywhere as long as it’s the two of them touching without stopping. (Who knew horniness was such great motivation.)

And Zon will be damned if they get interrupted again.

He’s taken excessive measures and booked the penthouse suite at a fancy hotel in the next province over. For the next three nights and two days, all texts will go unanswered, no one can walk in on them, and there's no time limit on how much they get to be together here. Just the two of them. Talking, watching movies, cuddling, going out to dinner...

And, ahem, the obvious: sexy fun time.

“Should we go eat?”

Zon doesn’t justify Saifah with a response. Instead, he rises to the challenge of his quirked brow and smirk, and easily hoists Saifah up bridal style. It takes five long strides to toss him onto the bed. Before Saifah can say anything, Zon leaps on top of him, and any and all replies are licked up by Zon's tongue in his mouth.

"Shit, Zon," Saifah groans when they part. He's already half-hard in his jeans. It's a relief to know Saifah is as pent up as Zon is. They groan together when Zon purposely grinds down. "Fuck. Let me grab the lube—"

He blinks, caught off guard, when Zon pulls some out of the back pocket of his jeans. "Way ahead of you."

"Condom?" Saifah asks when Zon doesn't toss one on the bed with the lube.

"They're in my suitcase. But…," Zon hesitates for a second, but he doesn't want Saifah to think he's unsure in his decision, so he quickly finishes. "if you don't want to use one, I'm okay with trying that…"

Saifah gapes like he's lost all cognitive function. "Are you… are you sure?"

They've only talked about it once before, after Saifah got tested, but Zon remembers the heat in his boyfriend's eyes. He had said it in that casual way he does when he doesn't want to pressure Zon into anything—that he's more than okay with what they're already doing. But Zon can tell how much Saifah wants it, and that makes Zon want it, too.

After all, Saifah has been so patient in so many ways, and Zon wants to show he appreciates every part of it.

Once Zon nods, Saifah looks torn between crying and being turned on. He buries his face into Zon’s chest. His voice is muffled when he says, “Zon, you're the sexiest guy in the world. Only you. Shit, how are you for real?"

Zon doesn't know how to completely believe him, but warmth blossoms in his chest. He buries his hands in Saifah’s hair and gently tugs his head back. Saifah’s eyes are glossed over as Zon searches them. Trust. Yearning. Love. It’s all there, open and honest, and Zon is selfish because this is all his. All for him, always for him.

Knowing that ignites a different kind of fire in Zon’s stomach.

“You’re the one who’s unreal,” Zon says, leaning his forehead against Saifah’s, playing with the strands of hair between his fingers. He nibbles on Saifah’s top lip, then his bottom, then whispers, “Saifah, I’ve missed you.”

And Saifah gets the hint.

Romantic stuff momentarily goes on the back burner. Saifah runs his hands up Zon’s sides, bunching Zon’s t-shirt as he goes. The instant the shirt is gone, Saifah takes a nipple into his mouth, his thumb tracing over the other one, and he grins into Zon’s chest at the moan he feels as much as he hears.

Saifah smirks up at Zon’s flushed face. “You really do like this.”

“Sh-shut up.”

Zon pushes Saifah away so he can take his shirt off, too, and makes quick work of their jeans so they can touch and move, skin to skin, like they’ve been deprived of for too fucking long.

“You don’t need much,” Zon says when Saifah reaches for the lube, “I stretched myself earlier…”

Saifah freezes. “You...what?”

A hot flush fills Zon’s face. He did not mean to spill that secret. The one about how he’s so pent up, he spent half the morning with his fingers in his ass so they could get to sex in three minutes or less. How he wouldn’t let himself finish because he knew it wouldn’t be as good if it wasn’t with Saifah gasping his name.

Before Zon nosedives into panicked embarrassment, Saifah slides his hand into Zon’s boxers and immediately presses two fingers in. Zon chokes on a gasp, then another one when Saifah moans into his neck and nibbles at his collarbone.

“So hot, Zon. Fuck, you’re so sexy—”

Zon arches his back and presses back against Saifah’s fingers and whines, “Saifah.”

Saifah quickly pulls off Zon’s boxers, then grabs Zon's hips and yanks him back to him. So close; Zon's cock is trapped between them. One hand keeps him there with a harsh grip on his ass, spreading it while Saifah covers his other in lube. Then his fingers slide back to where they were, but this time they circle and linger. They don't rush in; they've confirmed Zon's statement and now they're more than happy to tease. Once he has Zon scratching demands into his shoulder, Saifah finally gives Zon what he wants.

Zon likes Saifah's dick. Especially when he thrusts deep and makes Zon shake and fills him up in all the best ways. But Saifah's fingers are different. The same kind of amazing, but still different. They're long and precise and they play Zon like an instrument. Where to press, how to tease, how to make Zon sound like a fucking porno star. He works them deep, twisting and pressing hard against Zon’s prostate once, twice, then retreats, only to go in harder the next time. He scissors them and adds a third finger before he usually would, but Zon takes it with a gasp and a quiver.

There’s no space between them, so Zon’s cock has nowhere to go but forward to press into Saifah’s stomach. Zon wraps his arms around Saifah’s neck and ruts like some kind of uncontrolled animal against it. Beneath where Saifah's fingering him he can feel the heat of Saifah’s cock, hard and long, still trapped beneath his boxers. Knowing it's there nearly devolves Zon into into some sex crazed moron because he nearly begs for Saifah to just fuck into him already.

"Saifah." The tail end is an unintentional moan.

Saifah nuzzles into Zon's neck and bites at the sensitive skin beneath his ear. "I love you saying my name like that. C'mon, Zon, say it again, please."

Don't make fun of me, Zon wants to say, but Saifah's fingers press in so forcefully they drive Zon's hips forward, and he moans Saifah's name again just like he asked.

Saifah's fingers are moving faster now. Zon chases them every time they leave him feeling empty. But then he grinds forward again, and it's impossible to chase both sensations at once, but he tries until he's desperately clinging onto Saifah's shoulders. “Saifah, I’m going to come if you keep—”

“Then come,” Saifah says, hot and fucking hot in Zon’s ear.

The deep rasp of it sounds like a demand. It sends a new burst of heat everywhere, and Zon can't go against it, so he cries into Saifah's neck and spills himself across both their bellies.

Then his center of gravity shifts as Saifah holds him and rolls, pressing him into the mattress and kicking his own boxers off. Zon is still shaking from his orgasm when Saifah slides into him, and his length is so perfect it immediately presses against where Zon is most sensitive. Entirely new jolts of electricity run down Zon’s spine to his toes. Those choked, half-words echoing through the room are all him, but somehow letting them out leads to more of them. Which leads to Saifah’s hips moving faster. To him bending Zon further. Grinding into him harder.

“Is this okay?” Saifah gasps. “My Zon, Zon, does this feel good?”

Between the moans and how Zon is already hard again, it should be obvious what Saifah is doing is more than okay. But Zon knows Saifah worries about things like this. All he can manage as reassurance, though, is a whimpering, “Uh-huh.”

Tears are welling in his eyes by the time his second orgasm is close. It’s just all too good, so good, nothing has ever been this good. Everything is sensitized and all because Saifah is fucking him so good. And Saifah looks so blissed out, hungrier than he’s ever been with Zon, losing control. He wraps his hand around Zon’s wrists and holds them against the headboard. The other hand presses Zon’s thigh further than it normally goes. Saifah kisses Zon with tongue and teeth, and Zon shakes with how much he loves it.

Maybe that’s why, when Saifah goes to pull out, Zon whines high pitched and tightens his legs. “I-Inside,” he says, confident despite his gasps, “Sai, come inside, please come inside me—”

Zon isn’t even done with the plea before Saifah slams into him one more time. He groans louder than he ever has. Watching him go over the edge throws Zon over, too, and he cries and comes all over his stomach again, a mantra of Saifah’s name falling from his lips until Saifah, in a daze, kisses him like he needs Zon to breathe.

The desperate kisses ease themselves into slow ones. A sated dragging of lips as they both come down for their highs.

“Fuck," Zon says once he catches his breath and Saifah rolls off to collapse on the bed next to him, "that was…”

“Fucking amazing," Saifah finishes.

Zon grins, still too spent to feel shy or embarrassed. But then he goes to cuddle into Saifah’s side and—

“Ugh!” Zon yells, making Saifah jump. “My thighs! Your come is coming out!"

"Uh…"

"This is so… so… weird!"

Saifah's smile begins to fall. "I'm sorry, we should have talked more about it—"

Zon shuts him up with a kiss. "Don't. I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting... but I'm the one who asked for it." The fading blush returns to his cheeks when he realises what he said. "...And I did like it. Did you?"

Saifah nods quickly, brightening immediately like a puppy who was just praised. He envelops Zon in a full body hug, ignoring the drying come across both their stomachs. "Yes definitely, more please." He smiles into Zon's neck. "You can try it too, if you want. Tonight, maybe?"

Zon quickly pulls back enough to stare down at him, startled. "R-really?"

"Hmm." Saifah's smile grows. "You're not the only one who prepared himself."

Zon goes from satisfied to turned on again in two seconds flat. "Really?" He strokes his hands down Saifah's chest. Over his nipples and ribs. Down to where his legs begin to spread and Zon can feel him growing hard again. "Can we do it now?"

A sharp inhale reverberates beneath Zon's palm. "You need to rest," he says, though he’s not stopping Zon from tracing his fingers beneath his balls, testing the waters before pressing one in. “Let’s take a shower.”

Zon is about to protest when he sees the not so innocent waggle of Saifah’s eyebrows. Then Saifah swoops him up and carries him to the bathroom, and, in the end, maybe waiting was worth it.

#SaifahZon #Saizon #Why R U #why r u? #why r u the series #saifah #zon #fic

[lurafita]

SIM Tony x Peter

So, I got this prompt/ask a while ago, about writing a Superior Iron Man x Peter piece, and I was all for it.

There are already a lot of pretty great drabbles and fics with this pairings here on tumblr (and a few on AO3), and I was fretting about what kind of content I could add to that.

I thought about maybe just a quick little PWP, you know, to scratch the itch; but then I remembered: I'm not very good with writing smut.

Then I thought: 'You know... maybe I could get this rolling differently.... In the fics I read, Peter comes across a Tony from (usually) another universe who already IS his superior/evil self. Their relationship comes after that, and is usually more sexual than emotional (at least from SIM's part) and with lots of kink. Which is fine, don't get me wrong, I crave those on occasion. But while those fics catered greatly to my love for possessive/dominant characters, my 'feelings-kink' has gotten a little neglected.

So I thought:

Maaaaaybe I could do a story where Peter and Tony know and like/love each other before Tony turns Superior.

And maaaaaaaybe Tony turns Superior because of his feelings for Peter.

And maaaaaaaaaaaaaybe someone would like to read that?

This doesn't play in any specific universe, but rather uses parts of different story lines and circumstances. You are free to picture which ever Spidey you like for it!

If Love Be My Poison (I Wish For No Cure)

Tony Stark had tried therapy exactly once. After Afghanistan, on the insistence of Pepper, Rhodey and Jarvis. He had sat through three hours of talking with a man that somehow reminded him of the owl in Winnie Pooh.

When the Owl-man had diagnosed him with an inferiority complex (among other things), Tony had stood up, snorted derisively, and left.

When he told Rhodey about Owl-man's diagnosis, his friend had laughed, clapped him on the shoulder, and said

“Well, even experts get it wrong sometimes. Just try finding someone else, Tones.”

Tony had nodded, though he had never dared to speak to another therapist again.

Because Owl-man had been far too close for comfort with his assessment.

Tony Stark: billionaire, genius, playboy, philanthropist.

An inferiority complex?

The thought was laughable.

True, though.

What else could all his posturing be about, if not that?

It was just so unbearably cliched. The man who had never gotten the recognition he so craved from his father as a child, now shouted out his accomplishment into the world.

See me! See what I have created! Acknowledge my work!

Being brought up in the spotlight didn't magically gift you with the kind of charm and charisma needed to handle reporters or please a crowd of fans and admirers. It was a skill that Tony had taught himself.

'The grand life of an eccentric billionaire, read all about Tony Stark's latest big bash!'

Envy me!

'The truth is... I am Iron Man.'

Adore me!

'Watch our exclusive interview with genius Tony Stark!'

Look at me!

It was such a pathetic cliche.

'Big man in a suit of armor. Take that away and what is left?'

But it was true.

And it was never as glaringly obvious as now.

“Why not?” He asked, vulnerability clear in his voice, and he hated himself for it. “Why can't you give this a chance? Give us a chance? I love you. That's not something I say idly, or to a lot of people. I. Love. You. And I know you feel the same, Peter. Don't even try to deny it. We both know you are the worst liar ever.”

Deep brown eyes looked at him with a touch of true devastation.

“I love you.”

And Tony latched onto those words like a drowning man would grasp at a straw.

“Then let's do this. Move into the tower with me. Stay with me. Be with me. Let's be one of those disgustingly affectionate couples who can't keep their hands off each other, even when in public. Especially when in public.”

He clasped one of the younger man's hands in both of his own, squeezing gently, tracing one thumb along the unnaturally soft skin. Peter averted his eyes, but he squeezed back and for a moment, Tony hoped. But life was never this easy.

“It's because I love you that I can't be with you. It's too dangerous.”

The argument wasn't an unexpected one, and Tony wasn't about to give up so easily.

“Peter, sweetheart. My life has been dangerous from the moment I was born. Do you know how many times I have been kidnapped?”

His tone was light, encouraging, playful even. He didn't mind making a joke of his own past traumas, if only it would give him the chance of convincing the man he loved.

But Peter didn't work this way.

“Then that's all the more reason why I shouldn't paint any additional targets on your back.”

“Peter-” But he didn't get to finish, as the brunette abruptly turned to him, eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Everyone,- every single person I loved has died because of it. Or ended up becoming a super villain. Because of me.”

“That's not true.” The older man tried to correct, to reassure, but Peter was becoming agitated.

“It is! The very first and best friend I made when I was a child, turned into the Green Goblin because of me! My first girlfriend was killed, because she was trying to help me! The guy I thought of as an older brother was possessed by an alien symbiote, because I wasn't strong enough to handle Venom!”

Tony shook his head vehemently.

“Peter, that's not-”

But Peter was on a roll now, getting up from the billionaire's couch they had been sitting on and pacing in front of it.

“Doctor Conners would have never turned into the Lizard, if I hadn't helped him work out my father's notes.”

Tony got up as well.

“You were trying to help him to develop a formular that let people regrow limbs. Him getting impatient and injecting himself with a barely tested compound isn't on you!”

But the younger hero hardly listened.

“Otto wouldn't have gone after Mary Jane if he hadn't felt betrayed by me!”

“Octavius willfully ignored your warnings about the dangers of hooking up the exoskeleton directly to his brain. Harry went behind everyone's back to get his hands on the serum that turned him into the Goblin. And so far no one has been able to 'handle' Venom. The fact that you are able to fight that parasite off, is not an indicator that it was in any way your fault that it possessed someone else! Non of all this was your fault!”

He had his hands on Peter's (deceptively narrow) shoulders, head tilted down to look the slightly shorter man in the eyes. Eyes that were red and sad and angry and defeated looking.

“If it wasn't my fault, then how come the people I love always end up suffering?”

And for a moment, staring into those brown eyes he loved, that were brimming with tears and pain, Tony hadn't known what to say. His silence was apparently all the answer Peter needed.

An agonized and bitter smile was formed by the lips that the older man had dreamed about kissing, fantasized of ravishing, as Peter spoke.

“You are a good man, Tony. You are,... wonderful. Smart, funny, caring... You like hiding yourself behind layers upon layers of sarcasm and pretentiousness, but I know you. You are possibly everything I ever dreamed of.”

And there it was. This was the chance he needed, the moment for the genius to swoop in and turn this whole, horrible situation around and proof to Peter that they had a chance. That it would work.

But, again, he was just a second too late.

“You are a fantastic hero, with or without the suit. But technology, even yours, isn't infallible. And without it, … without it, you are vulnerable.”

Tony knew where this was going, and he had to stop it. His hands traveled upwards, cradling the beloved face between them, directing Peter to look right at him.

“Pete, I'm not helpless. I'm not... I'm so sorry about Gwen and MJ and Brock, but I'm not like them, okay? There are plenty of people that I have made enemies of on my own. Who have tried to kill me. Non have succeeded yet. And yours won't either. Venom is in a Shield containment unit. They have managed to suppress the Lizard. Doc Ock is in Rykers. Harry may be at large right now, but we will get him, too..”

Peter was weakly shaking his head, but he made no move to shake off Tony's hands.

“We still haven't found a way to destroy Venom. It will get out again, it always does. Same with Otto. Conners biology will acclimate to the suppressants again, and the Lizard will take over once more. Harry will come back when I least expect him, when I start to feel contend, just like he always does. Your enemies are powerful and dangerous, but when it comes down to it, they are more focused on working on their own agenda. Mine...Mine are obsessed. They don't want to simply kill me. They want to hurt me. And they will use you to do it.”

Peter spoke the words with such certainty, with such helplessness, it broke Tony's heart.

“Pete. Sweetheart. Look at me. I'm not going to let them. I won't leave you.”

Brown eyes glimmered in the dim lighting of the room, full lips trembling and Tony wanted nothing more right then, than to kiss them. He closed his eyes, and slowly leaned down to where he was still holding Peter's face gently. Only to come to an abrupt stop, when Peter placed a hand in the middle of his chest, right above his arc reactor. The younger man looked broken, but non the less determined.

“You can't promise that.”

Then the slighter hero slipped out of Tony's hold, and hurried out of the room.

'Big man in a suit of armor. Take that away and what is left?'

Tony Stark having an inferiority complex? Preposterous!

'Technology, even yours, isn't infallible. And without the suit, you are vulnerable.'

Genius, billionaire, super hero. Inferior? Ridiculous!

'Big man in a suit of armor. Take that away, and what is left?'

….

… Nothing.

___________________________________________________

Okay, hope you liked it so far.

A second part will follow that focuses on Tony’s descent and transformation into Superior.

I’m really unsure about what tags to put here, Please tell me if I missed any!

#starker #fanfic #superior iron man #spider-man #peter parker #tony stark #mixed up canon #canon divergent #Dark!Tony #love #obsession #turning to the dark side #Tony turns superior out of love #ask #prompt #adult!peter #still a bit of an age gap though #op lurafita

[xmxisxforxmaybe]

Thank You

I don’t typically write for Rami bc I prefer to write for his characters; however, I’ve reached 200 followers, and I think that’s really cool. I’d like to show my appreciation by sharing a Rami story because he is just SUCH a teeny powerhouse of a muse. 

I want to first say a great big thank you to the folks in the Rami fandom who have made me feel so welcome. I write for myself because it “sparks joy,” but I post for YOU because you’ve been so kind and encouraging. 

So, thanks to all of you for following my blog. I love you all. Here’s a fic about those goddamn Bafta pants. Author’s Note: There is no rhyme or reason for this other than smut, so don’t overthink the context or surrounding details. I am not making any statement other than I found those pants . . . inspirational 😉

Warning: PWP, no under 18s

At some point during the BAFTAs After-Party, Rami ditched his perfectly white jacket, dropping it onto the chair behind him at the bar, leaving your main focal point for the entire night unblocked. You listened as he laughed, his glass of champagne sloshing a little as he moved his hands, telling the group of people around him something that made them all laugh, a tiny roar that drew the momentary attention of other partygoers.

You had damn near had enough of his teasing. He knew how good he looked in that suit and he was riding a high wave of confidence after his win. Every now and then, he’d shoot you a glance, an arrogant smirk planted on his face because he knew exactly what he was doing to you. He was an actor, a multiple-award-winning actor, and he knew how to use his face, and in the case of this evening, also his trousers, as a weapon.

You set your own drink down, gathering the long, slinky fabric of your dress in your hand and crossing the room. Rami was listening to another person in his circle, so you were able to step slightly in front of him and place your hand on his shoulder. You leaned into his body and with your lips right next to his ear, you whispered, “You’ve teased me long enough. I want your cock in my mouth. Have your driver drop you at my place, Mr. Malek.”

And you left as Rami shifted uncomfortably; you could just make out the blur of him yanking his white jacket off the bar chair, probably using it to cover the twitching hardness those fucking pants were not going to be able to hide on their own.

You left with a smile of satisfaction on your face, nodding to some people you knew as you ducked into your waiting car.

* * * * *

You stood at one of the full-length windows that lined your corner apartment, displaying spectacular views of the city which was lit up as far as the eye could see. Stripped down to your sexiest black underwear and bra set, your ass cheeks perfectly framed with lace and on display for when he walked through the door, you drank your champagne as you continued to wait. Your hair was still piled onto the top of your head in a pretty updo, but you’d taken most of the thick Red Carpet makeup off, leaving only your eye makeup because you knew it’d add to the effect of what you were about to do to your little tease.

When the key turned in the lock and the door opened and closed, you couldn’t help but smile. It had been less than an hour, so he must have given himself just enough time to say his goodbyes before he left to follow you.

You continued to sip your champagne and watched his reflection as it approached you, the beautiful white suit standing out in the window as the rest of him appeared to blend in with the city. His hands slid around your waist and his thick fingers crawled across your abdomen.

He pressed his body close to yours and leaned in to rest his chin on your shoulder, his face just starting to grow some stubble in the late hours of the night. His scent was a glorious mixture of his expensive cologne and the sweetness of the champagne on his breath as he contentedly sighed, turning his head to nuzzle his nose into your neck.

He almost got you with that move, too, your eyes slipping shut before they blinked back open; now that you were alone in your apartment and not surrounded by hundreds of other people, you were in control. And Rami had been a bad, bad boy.

“You smell so good,” he whispered, his tongue tracing the shell of your ear.

You ignored him and continued to sip your champagne.

Rami kissed down your exposed neck and chuckled into your skin.

“You mad at me?” he whispered as his lips ghosted across the base of your neck.

“I’m so happy you won, darling,” you said, your tone cheerful as you continued to ignore his kisses.

“But I’d like to spend some time with the real star of the evening,” you said, your tone turning seductive.

Rami stopped, his lips on your shoulder, and you were sure he was holding his breath.  

You turned around and he stepped back, releasing you from his lips and his hands. Rami’s eyes flicked over your face and his lips were drawn into a tight line.

“Let’s see,” you purred, your hands coming up to touch his face.

“Such expressive eyes. Think maybe that’s what the magazines will talk about tomorrow?”

Your fingers traced over his brows and across the soft skin underneath his eyes. You lightly trailed a finger over each set of eyelashes, before whispering, “No. Not the eyes.”

“How about this mouth?” you said as you traced his lips with your fingers, and he opened them, responding to your touch. “Such a pretty little pout.”

You moved forward to grab his bottom lip between your teeth, pulling it out and swiping your tongue over it before releasing it.

Rami grabbed your hips, his fingers digging into the upper sides of your ass as he steadied himself. You could see his chest rising and falling, his breaths becoming more shallow as you played your game.

“Hmm. Still a no, though. I guess there’s always this jawline,” you said turning his face a bit roughly with one hand then reaching up to trace the angles with your other.

“So defined. So handsome,” you said before trailing your tongue along the bone from ear to chin.

“Y/N,” Rami breathed, his fingers flexing and his hips pushing toward you to try to get some friction. “Please.”

You chuckled into his ear and released his jaw. His eyes snapped to yours and he tried to close the distance and kiss you, but you pushed into his shoulders, holding him at bay.

“So well-proportioned,” you said in the same tone, refusing to acknowledge his need for you. “Maybe that’s what they’ll talk about tomorrow? The perfect cut of this jacket?”

You pushed his jacket off his shoulders, the white material separating from his black shirt easily, landing in a ripple on the floor.

You slid your hands up and down his arms, grasping at his biceps before moving across his chest and squeezing his pecks, his nipples already hard and visible through the thin, silky material of the shirt.

You shook your head no as you lightly scratched at his nipples, and tsked your tongue. “Nope. Not the jacket.”

You slid your hands down, stopping at the top of his trousers. Rami was watching your every movement, his eyes begging you to fulfill the tease you whispered as you left the party.

You gave him a seductive smirk as you dropped to your knees.

“Oh!” you gasped, feigning shock. “What a pleasure to meet you!”

You spoke to Rami’s growing cock as it strained against his white pants.

“I’ve known about your talents for a long time, but how nice to see you finally getting the recognition you deserve,” you said, looking up to meet Rami’s eyes, his face split into a wide grin, his perfectly white teeth a match to his perfectly white suit.

Rami slid his hand under your chin, grasping it, locking your head in place to force your eyes to remain on his face.

“You are such an asshole,” he said through his wide smile.

“Your world-famous friend doesn’t seem to think so,” you shot back.

Rami released your chin and moved both of his hands to your shoulders.

You turned your attention back to the evening’s real star and ran your fingers down over the front of the soft fabric that covered his thighs, knowing he was still watching you with those big, gorgeous eyes. You looked at his clearly defined bulge again and thought about how worthless a pair of pants like this really were; they served one purpose and one purpose only—to highlight Rami’s perfect anatomy.

What a little slut, you thought as you leaned in and ran your tongue over his cock, stopping to play with the tip by tracing the ridge of his head.

Rami groaned, an obnoxious, half-growl, half-moan as his hands gripped your shoulders.

You continued to mouth over his hard cock, lightly biting down on the thickest part of his bulge as you reached around to grasp his ass.

“Ohmyfuckinggod,” Rami mumbled through another obnoxious moan. “Please, Y/N. You’re killing me.”

“You’ve been sucha bad, bad boy Rami,” you said as you nuzzled his dick through the fabric. “Now you have to be patient.”

He whimpered and you almost felt sorry for him.

Almost.

After all, he was the one who chose those goddamn pants.

You continued lightly nuzzling and licking at his cock through the pants as you ran your hands over his ass, his thighs, and his calves, touching everywhere you could reach.

“I—” he began, his breath hitching. “I’m so-sorry. For being a tease.”

You paused and looked up, arching a brow, a smirk of victory on your lips.

His mouth was open and his tongue was darting out to wet his lips before he sucked in the bottom one; your eyes never wavered from his as you brought your hands to the clasp on his trousers.

His eyes flicked to your fingers to watch as you slowly undid the clasp and lowered the zipper even more slowly. You had to tug a little to get them to fall, but they slid down his legs and pooled at his feet.

His cock bobbed as it sprang from the confines of those tight pants and you moaned as you licked a long stripe from base to tip. Rami’s fingers dug into your shoulders, probably hard enough to leave bruises, and he pulled you forward, silently begging for you to take him in your mouth.

Instead, you continued to lick and tease him, tonguing his balls, kissing his thighs, and when you paused as you slid a hand into your panties, groaning low in your throat as you slid through your slick heat, parting your lips and pushing inside of yourself before sliding up to your clit, you saw Rami’s eyes glisten with the threat of tears.

Rami attempted to speak, his voice coming out in nothing more than a rasp until he cleared his throat.

“How wet are you?”

You shook your head no, refusing to show him as you continued to work your clit.

Rami had to shift his stance as he nearly buckled when you then took him in your mouth, your other hand grasping his base as you sucked in as much of him as you could. You held him tight, not wanting him to come too soon as your fingers worked on your own orgasm.

Rami was a panting, moaning mess; his hands were now tangled in your updo as his he fucked your mouth. From his vantage, he couldn’t see what you were doing between your thighs. He could only see the movement of your arm, the dip of your shoulder and the flexing of your bicep and your forearm as you worked to an orgasm, and it drove Rami crazy.

Despite your attempts to hold him back, your teasing had been too much. Rami was so close and you had no intention of stopping, so you moved your hand to his hip. Squeezing and holding him in place to let him know he could come in your mouth.

Your orgasm crashed through you as you thought of him spilling into your mouth and you moaned around Rami’s cock as your thighs tightened and your eyes closed in pleasure.

Rami came immediately, filling your mouth with cum, some of it leaking from the corner of as you continued to bob your head lightly sucking him through his orgasm. You pulled back to look up at him as you swallowed, his eyes heavy lidded, his mouth still parted, and he watched as you cleaned his cum off with your thumb, sliding that digit in your mouth to show him that you swallowed every bit.

Rami had moved his hands back to your shoulders to steady himself and they slid down your arms as he helped pull you to your feet, your hand sliding out of your panties.

He smiled when you were facing him, his expression one of satiation. You smiled back, but it was a wicked little grin as you slid your glistening fingers over his lips, coating the upper and lower in your juices. Rami’s grip on your upper arms tightened as his tongue followed your fingers and you slid them into his mouth, your own breathing picking up as he sucked them, humming around them as his tongue slid between the two digits. As you pulled your fingers out, he bit down and your fingers scraped deliciously between his teeth.

You leaned in to lightly kiss his lips before starting to undo his bowtie, loosening the fabric so it hung around his collar. Slowly, you unbuttoned his shirt, kissing each newly exposed expanse of skin, until you were once again on your knees. You took his softened cock into your mouth and Rami grunted. You released him and chuckled as you reached down to help him out of his shoes and socks, finally able to completely free him from his trousers.

You stood back up and picked your almost forgotten champagne glass off the floor. You walked over to the coffee table to refill it and offered your glass to Rami, picking up another and filling it, too.

“A toast,” you said, turning to face him in all his naked splendor. He grinned and held up his glass, and you smiled as you could see the city lights reflected on his back, his ass perfectly defined in the reflection of the window.

“To your first BAFTA and more importantly, to those fucking white pants.”

You laughed together as you clinked your glasses, both of you eyeing each other while taking long drinks.

Rami reached out and took your glass, setting both of them on the end table. He moved to the sofa and sat on the edge so he could pull you to stand in front of him between his legs.

He reached up, his middle fingers slowly sliding up the outside of your thighs until they met your panties. He slid them under the fabric and then hooked his fingers to finally pull the soaking wet garment off. He kissed across your hips before pulling you to settle on his lap.

He reached up to pull your face to meet his so he could kiss you, really kiss you. You shivered as his tongue twined with yours and as he nipped at your lips, opening and closing the kiss with a frenzy.

When both of you were panting, your lips glistening and swollen, he moved to kiss your neck, sucking lightly on the spots that made you moan. His hands reached behind you to unhook your bra, and he slid the straps from your arms, tossing the garment somewhere behind him.

“I want you so much,” he whispered, kissing across your breasts as your hands ran through his hair, ruining the perfect style.

“Will you let me have you?” he said, pulling your chin down to force your eyes to meet his. They were so bright and intense that it took your breath away. You loved him like this—quiet and soft, focused only on you as if all the noise of his very, very busy life had finally faded to nothing more than a quiet din, miles away.

“Always,” you whispered, moving from his lap and standing, pulling him up so he could follow you down the hall to the bedroom, those fucking white pants crumpled and forgotten on the floor.

#rami malek #Rami Malek smut #rami malek x reader #female reader #rami malek fanfiction #Rami Malek BAFTAs #rami malek imagine #rami x reader

[writinginthesecrettrees]

Masterpost of my writing, I guess

Because I don’t write quickly, or often, and I do a lot of reblogs in between.  Almost all of this is also on AO3 here. Follow me on Twitter - I basically only tweet when I post something new.

About Fanfic and Feedback, according to me. (TL;DR: It’s always l o v e d but never required)

Anything added in the current month will be bold.

Please do not add on to my fics without permission. I love inspiring people to write - if you want to write your own fic based off one of my ideas, please do! Tag me even, I’d love to see it. But don’t add it onto my fic. It really upsets me.

Fics

Perfect - weecest, wincest, daddycest, explicit

Unanswered Prayers - weecest, wincest, John knows

Maybe - wincest, 14.02 spoilers, 

Breaking - kind of a character study

Bela - Bela/John, wincest mentioned

Heart’s Desire - wincest, minor spoilers for ep 300 (like super minor)

Killing Things - Dean’s first murder, not wincest

be a good boy - j2, mockumentary style, explicit

please daddy - Sam/John, spanking, borderline explicit

In addition to amazing looks the Gypsy Vanner possesses a temperament that is friendly and engaging.* genfic, total crack, Jared is a horse

Infidelity - wincest, past John/Dean, smutty angst is a valid genre, explicit

Figure it out - weecest (part 1)

Always Yours - slutty Jared and possessive Jensen w/wincest roleplay - collab with @ohnoitsthebat (AO3 version)

Smoked - Season 1 wincest, from John’s POV, with past John/Dean - collab with @ohnoitsthebat

fevered - mild wincest, just kind of musing

“Good Boy.” - a dying dog and Sam.

nine plus infinity - counting kisses

Stitches - Sam and stitches. Genfic.

didn’t know ‘til you were gone - wincest, necrophilia, explicit

A Little Off - serial killer au, weecest, and things are a little off

Kill Me Again - serial killer au (I love them, can’t help it), consensual necrophilia and lucifer keeps resurrecting Sam, explicit

jacket - wincest, mutual pining, explicit

14 - genfic, angst around Sam’s birthday

Head Games - wincest, weecest, explicit, PWP blow jobs

Baby Boy - wincest, weecest, daddycest, explicit - it’s sam/john hatefucking and sam/dean making love

I don’t know how to be without you - wincest, time travel, explicit

grindr - wincest wherein castiel puts grindr on the boys’ phones and waits for them to find each other

blood - wincest, weecest, boyking!sam 

motor oil and leather - sam/jess, when jess smells like dean

sex ed - dean teaches jack about sex, using sam as a demonstration model

drunk dial - wincest, explicit. sam’s at stanford and he gets a call from dean.

Stretch - weecest and fisting from an ask, explicit

Surely Heaven Waits - coda to the finale. Spoilers.

Big All Over - John/Jack, because why not. explicit

Family Heirloom - Sam & Dean Jr genfic.

sammy and shoes - Sam in high heels, weecest & wincest. mature

ring - sam/john, underage, explicit

Like Nothing Else - jensen/OMC, explicit. Collab with @ohnoitsthebat

Haunt - What Emily Walker does as a ghost.

almost chivalrous - weecest, sam is roofies at a party, not explicit

Happy Birthday, Dad - post-finale, genfic

And one to grow on - wincest, spanking, birthday

Birthday Puppy - winkline, puppy play, explicit

On Camera - pre-wincest, Sam tries doing porn at Stanford

Disaster - j2, prequel-gate from Keegan Allen’s POV

Currently Thinking About Henriksen

(ficlets of Henriksen pursuing the Winchesters - serial killer! au style with a holiday theme)

masterpost

“Currently thinking about”

 (various short things, united in that they are unpolished but otherwise unrelated)

serial killers! weecest

stanford era pining

rulers of hell wincest

weecest in a motel

pining weecest

smutty angst

breaking dean’s heart

sick!sam fluff

after the pilot

sam tempting dean

in honor of the 300th

slutty!sammy, weecest

valentine’s day, murder bros, outsider POV

sam liking dean’s lips

weecest in a sex shop

wincest in early s4, possessive!sam

weecest and a knife

weecest and sam feeling dirty

weecest and mutual pining

weecest and lipstick and head in bed

moc!dean and dubcon

weecest and sam’s a noisy little bitch

boyking!sam with wincest-if-you-squint

weecest and sam is an untouched little slut for dean

pining sam coming out to his girlfriend

boyking!sam and dean decide to rule hell

possessive serial killer wincest

budding serial killer sammy (no ships mentioned, but it’s always wincest)

dark!dean and sam’s eyes

daddycest, sam/john style

late season wincest after a hunt

pilot and pining!wincest (with sam/jess)

almost weecest and bruises

weecest and old movies

sam making dinner

petting hair

weecest and sam in lingerie

weecest and dancing in the rain

sam in makeup

after school special episode related

sam in a bath

weecest and john knows

flagstaff

weecest and dean catching sam

camboy!sam at stanford

crowley listening in late s5

post finale with sam

weecest and sam doing homework while dean talks dirty to him

sam and jess at stanford

sam and calling dean just to hear his voice

sam/jack and jealous!dean in highschool

john and “the talk” with weecest

“something wicked” season 1 pre-wincest

sam and mpreg right before stanford

weecest and drunk dean and first times - explicit

Currently thinking about... j2

j2 in the pilot ficlet

mistaken soulmark au - brief jensen/chad, endgame j2

jared hooks up with dudes when he’s drunk - s1 fic

as azure cuisine (on AO3)

Cursed - wincest, first time, set in later seasons, not explicit

Black and White - a series of character studies, sort of

Broken Things - non-con wincest and addiction. no happy endings.

And The House Burned - young Sam and a burning house, not wincest

#beardguy - early s14, the internet appreciates Sam’s grief beard

not crossposted to AO3

drabble - dean and feeling damned

sam/jack noncon after ouroboros

happily ever after - retirement

sam and dean and shakespeare - headcanon fun with @sorryimnotthatkindofdoctor

serial killer!dean snippet

demonic little sam in 3 sentences

early season wincest dynamics - from conversations with @ohnoitsthebat

at stanford, winchester mystery house

a/b/o for “It’s A Terrible Life”

sam and dean and using the internet pre-stanford

pre-wincest weechesters - headcanon fun with @ohnoitsthebat

unfinished snippet of sam and shaving

Fratboy!Dean when Sammy joins - submission to @wincestismyguiltypleasure

sam and dean end up at a drag show instead of a vamp nest - ficlet for @ohnoitsthebat

j2 as a hawk and a vulture - snippet of a fic i’m not writing

trans!sam having a bad period and dean being awesome

dean taking spankings for sam and giving them back later 

Wild Cards

The casino owner!Jensen and card counter!Jared d/s au that was unplanned but is turning out genius (putting all of it here including amber’s posts because... well, it’s nice to have it in one place)

bb jared at jensen’s casino - original ask from @wincestismyguiltypleasure 

discovering aftercare - by amber  

after security guard!chad tries to ‘rescue’ jared - by amber

introducing high roller!jdm - by amber

jared and bad dragon filling his slutty hole - by amber

jdm pushes too far, jensen has a few doubts, jared clears things up - by me

jared having a darker edge (and loving jensen’s more murderous side) - by amber

Chad (wherein the security guard attempts a rescue after jared takes things a bit too far) - by me

Disobedience (where jensen installs hidden cameras and jared doesn’t know he’s putting on a show) - by me

not fanfic

In the Dark - a Little Red Riding Hood retelling

Take Me To The Ocean - wherein Kelly writes poetry

an essay for an old class

#masterpost #mine #wincest fanfic #mostly

[barbika1508]

Bless summer dresses (Jung Hoseok x Reader /Smut)

Word Count: 6,9k

Genre: PWP, Smut

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Character appearance: Park Jimin, Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jeongguk, Min Yoongi

Warnings: Mirror sex, Daddy kink, Dirty talk, Semi-Public sex, Degrading

Summary: Sometimes, its the right dress at the right time that becomes the last push needed to reach the highest ecstasy.

Hoseok P.O.V.

‘’Again.’’ I shake my head frowning, hands placed on my hips as I stare at Jeongguk and Jimin how they move, Jimin a mili-second slower than the maknae which doesn’t sync them up like they should be ‘’Stop.’’ I raise my tone over the music which gets cut off both of them breathless stopping to glance at me.

‘’I thought they were perfectly in flow, hyung.’’ Taehyung comments from where he’s sitting against the mirror near the computer, now staring at me in question.

‘’Jeongguk-ah was too fast, you did this…’’ I’m quick to demonstrate the spin and hip thrust ‘’To fast, it’s like you’re too eager for it, while Jiminie the…’’

‘’I know, I know.’’ he shakes his head hair falling in his eyes as he goes to redo the move properly and seemingly easily.

‘’Good. Again, from the top.’’ I order and glance back at Joon who presses a button on the keyboard of the computer the music starting to play. Jin hyung walks around slowly observing the two as they start to move. I’m not even concerned with the beginning of the song because I know they can handle it, and have been nailing it from the start. So, I let my eyes drift past Yoongi hyung who’s comfortably settled on the chair which was moved over to the corner of the mirror. And there sitting in the very back as we’re in the front, is the prettiest girl you could ever lay your eyes on.

The first thing that falls into my eyes is the yellow colour of the sundress she has on. Luckily it does reach her knees if it was any shorter she definitely wouldn’t be wearing it anywhere. I stare at the expanse of her smooth flawless legs, quickly skipping over the bunched-up material, up till her waist where the material hugs her curves but loosely enough to show them off. Passing her breasts my eyes land on her skin, still clear of any kind of marks that I know are hiding over her thighs, near the lines of the panties she has on. I wonder which pair she put on today. My eyes take me higher taking in her collarbones, and I just want to lick over them, and trail my tongue to her sweet spot which I know would make her shudder and whimper easily. Her neck is just begging to be decorated in flourishing marks.

Her eyes are completely entranced flickering from one dancer to the other. She has this dazed kind of expression on, a light blush to her cheeks which can be makeup but who knows for sure. Due to the room heating up more than cooling despite the AC in the corner being turned on she has pulled her hair up into a bun, and makes me all the more want to mark her neck up and listen to the breathless moans and hitches of breath that would fall from her beautiful plump lips. Ghhhh my blood is already boiling with want.

‘’Again.’’ I raise my tone over the music which has the boys both stumbling out of rhythm, but nobody says anything and continues doing their thing as I back away and then turn, making my way towards my girlfriend. Only when I’m 5 steps close she takes her eyes away from the dancers and looks at me, looking like she’s snapping out of a daydream, but offers a beaming grin, showing off her pearly white teeth.

‘’Not gonna dance?’’ she asks knowing me well enough to know that I do want to but I have something else in mind. I shake my head and lean down, sitting myself right next to her.

‘’I decided I need a new angle to observe them.’’ I make up quickly and throw my arms around her shoulders. She eagerly leans into me despite being warm, but I take the chance as she’s not complaining as we settle to watch the two ‘’Plus…I need kisses, I’m running low on energy.’’ I whisper into her ear which has her giggling turning to me while I keep my eyes focused on the dancing boys who are off beat again but I want my kisses and I know my priorities.

‘’You don’t seem to be so tired yet, you’ve nailed the dance and everything perfectly just a few minutes ago.’’ She challenges making me smirk as my hand lands over her knee patting it gently, then letting my thumb brush over it.

‘’Why would I lie??’’ I challenge and look at her smiling cheerfully, the blush on her cheeks spreading.

‘’What do I get in return?’’ she shots back the remark causing me to chuckle. I faintly hear someone saying ‘Stop’ and the music getting cut but I’m putting my priority onto my girl. We’ve been going at it for 2 hours, and we’ve came here for a meeting only, it’s enough serious practice for the day.

‘’What would you want in return?’’ leaning in I make sure I ghost my nose down over her cheek, pressing a kiss to the underside of her jaw. She starts tapping her fingers over my thigh where her hand is comfortably resting.

‘’Hmm…’’ she trails off instead, which has me sparing a glare to the members Jin and Tae now with Kook and Jimin chatting away but Namjoon lets ‘Idol’ play and is quick to join them just messing around to the beat. I smirk noticing how she’s completely focused onto them. It only ticks me off a tiny bit that she’s so shamelessly ogling them, mostly Jimin. I know she loves me, and she is mine but Jimin is her bias after all even if I won her over. So, him being in the room, and now laughing and pushing his hair back I know he’s doing it intentionally.

‘’Cuddles?’’ I try knowing she’s distracted enough, the tug on her hand not affecting her much. She goes along willingly and mutters her acknowledgement, but moves and sits herself on my lap letting me pull her backwards into my chest. I eagerly wrap my arms around her waist and hold her against me, my body thrumming with warmth and eagerness, my cock stirring at the feeling of her on me and so close.

Her hands are resting over my forearms but she doesn’t even protest once I move my hand to circle her thigh, caressing through the fabric unfortunately. I don’t want anyone seeing what’s mine. But looking at her through the mirror because we are in the clear the boys more on the right, I can see her eyes still following Jimin as he runs around the room eagerly. A smile draws itself on her lips.

The melody comes to a stop finally, leaving the boys cheering some clapping which she eagerly claps along too, and earns herself a wink from Jimin. His eyes do meet my own, so I give him a questioning look. He turns around rushing over to Jin hyung hugging him from the back hiding away. C c c little brat.

The boys fall into a chatter while she finally leans back and sags against me.

‘’Cuddles.’’ She finally replies making me chuckle ‘’Movie night?’’ she proposes as I let my fingers slip to the very hem of the dress to touch bare skin of her knee.

‘’Doable.’’ I state ‘’Will you make us snacks though? I did them last time.’’ I sing in the end which has her chucking as I tap my fingers over her knees. She has her legs crossed one over the other resting between my own which I’ve parted slightly to accommodate her. As long as they aren’t spread in front of anyone else but me, we are good.

‘’You’re drawing a hard bargain there Mr. Jung.’’ She goes on thoughtful but ends up giggling, and looking up at me.

‘’That’s Hobi to you, little lady.’’ I raise my fingers to her ribs but there’s not much effect as she isn’t ticklish but the touch has her chuckling hands reaching for my own to stop them.

‘’Aigo you are so cute Oppa.’’ She coos whining adorably and twists her body lifting herself up, pressing a surprise peck onto my lips ‘’Aigo, aigo.’’ I laugh out loud with her as she squishes my cheeks together but is quick to let go, as we just laugh at the silliness. The cute moment is ruined quickly by Jimin rushing over.

‘’Y/N-ah come dance with us!’’ he eagerly offers his hand to her. My fingers tighten holding her.

‘’Ah no thank you I’m not in the mood to ruin how good you all dance…’’

‘’Nonsense!!!!’’ Taehyung calls from across the room.

‘’Come on!!!’’ Jin adds encouragingly.

‘’I’m sure Hobi Hyung doesn’t mind.’’ Jimin goes on ‘’Plus he’ll dance with us won’t you hyung? We can show Y/N-ah a few moves.’’ I keep my cool at how adorable he is, I can’t blame him for that and I know he doesn’t have ill intentions. It’s just that Y/N is easily persuadable into things specially if my members are involved and I do love them with all my heart but, I want her all to myself.

‘’No, it’s alright, I’m good where I am right now.’’ She denies offering a confident smile to the boys, some of them groaning others snorting.

‘’Of course.’’ Yoongi snorts ‘’She’s with her boyfriend now guys, he’s her top priority.’’ He chuckles as he stands up, closing up his laptop.

‘’Hobi hyung is our high priority too.’’ Jimin adds but gets hit over the back of his head by Jeongguk who’s walking around. But upon the to hit, which does dislodge Jimin a step it goes silent and suddenly the chase starts.

‘’Tae the door.’’ Jin exclaims to which Taehyung is quick to open the door of the practice room giggling, as Jeongguk laughing runs out with Jimin hot on his trail. It takes maybe 3 seconds until we hear a crashing and breaking sound coming from the hallway. Y/N tenses up but remains staring at the others as they glance between another in question.

‘’Uh oh.’’ Taehyung mutters stepping openly between the doorframe ‘’Namjoon hyung, you better come and…oh boy…’’ he’s out with Namjoon right behind him while Jin hovers at the door now, and Yoongi is still finishing packing his things up.

‘’Yahhhhhh what did…we’re all getting in trouble.’’ Jin rants glancing over to us ‘’You lovebirds better stay where you are if you don’t want to get inv…’’

‘’Jin Hyungggg!!!’’

The call has the oldest fuming suddenly in disbelief ‘’Yah, Jeon Jeongguk I’m going to…’’ and he’s storming off his voice echoing in the hallway, as more people seem to be gathering there, trying to fix whatever the two boys did.

‘’I hope nobody got hurt.’’ Y/N mumbles to herself. I bend my legs up a bit forcing her to lean back against me, so I can nuzzle my face into her neck.

‘’Ah you know they’re fine. No need to worry.’’ I assure her, giving into temptation and press a kiss to her neck. And another one. And another one, which gets her quickly to start giggling. She starts wiggling more trying to move away, but I’m not letting her go. The friction yeah, it’s not helping me not get turned on as quickly as I am, but I want to hear more of her adorable giggles, which always manage to cheer me up even when I’m angry or really upset it’s her and her smile alone that cheers me up, or breaks the flow of negative emotions.

‘’You two are disgustingly adorable.’’ Yoongi comments, surprising me to see him still here. Well he’s putting on his backpack, bucket hat on his messy hair hiding it away ‘’I’m going leave you to it, see you back home. Don’t give in to easily Y/N-ah.’’ With a smirk he’s then heading out.

‘’Bye Oppa!’’ she cheers making me do a double over at her, as she turns around and shrugs.

‘’What he’s nice.’’ she replies and then pushes herself away quickly the action unexpected so she easily gets out of my reach ‘’Don’t get so jealous, you know you’re my one and only Hope-ah.’’ She teases chuckling and leans in to steal a kiss but then she’s off rushing across the empty dance studio, stepping over to her bag which she’s left in front of the mirror in the corner where the computer and TV screens are.

Shaking my head, I push myself onto my feet, shamelessly readjusting myself in the sweats that do manage to hide away my problem. But it’s far from over. ‘’My members are way too confident around you. I don’t like how sweet you are, because you should be only like that to me.’’ I fake complain because I know my members would never dare do something to her like that or betray me in such way by hitting on her. So, this I know it’s something that gets her going into defence mode where she starts assuring her love for me. And I do know that she loves me, and how much I mean I relate because I love her so much as well, but sometimes I like pushing her buttons. Plus, sometimes I just like hearing this like;

‘’Ah Hobi you know I have eyes only for you.’’ She replies voice slightly echoing around the empty room. Reaching the door, I glance out seeing people gathered in the hallway but just around the corner, whereas the janitor’s closet is on my right opened. Quickly I close the doors leaving us complete privacy.

‘’You have a weird way of proving it.’’ I point out making my way to the computer, as she’s busy with her phone her back facing me. She’s completely engrossed into the device probably replying to her friends. Quickly I click away finding my file with my playlists and put on a more R&B one, that’s more sensual and fitting for what I have in plan.

I creep up behind her, sitting myself down as she’s on her knees instead of getting herself comfortable ‘’Come on Y/Nickname love me.’’ I whine and pout through the mirror examining her face, her cute nose scrunching up before smoothing out. She glances at me confused, as I place my hands onto her hips but goes along as I move her to my lap forcing her legs to open up, dress still hiding her away.

I let my right-hand roam down to her knee exposing her thigh more, under the pretence of drawing invisible patters over her skin. Peeking down over her phone I smile as she sends one of my stage pictures to her friend along with millions of hearts next to it. She’s clearly bragging. I glance quickly towards the doors, hearing people chatting outside our managers voice and from other staff but nobody is entering the room.

I welcome her body eagerly as she suddenly leans back, sighing contently fingers still working furiously over the keyboard ‘’Oh this is a nice song. You should do a cover of it.’’ she thinks out loud phone getting locked while she, lets it drop over to her bag on the side. Closing her eyes, she leans her head against my shoulder and starts to hum the melody, snapping her fingers to it.

Perfect this couldn’t be a more perfect situation for what I have in store. I still keep my touches gentle, as I tug the skirt upwards exposing more and more of her thighs, which I just want to bite into. I’m practically salivating by just staring at them. When she sighs at a particular part of the song, I let go having dragged the material just above her midthigh enough for me to see that she’s wearing nice pink panties, with a small bow on the front. My fingers dance across her stomach, and higher her expression revealing that’s she’s catching on. But I boldly place my hand over her breasts discovering she isn’t wearing a bra underneath immediately as I squeeze them.

‘’Wha…’’ she jumps as I grope them firmer, and hook my thumbs over the straps making quick work of tugging them off her shoulders, and then pull the material down to reveal the two perfectly rounded boobs to my eyes finally ‘’Hobi…’’ she whispers panicked as I pinch her nipples, the piercings making the sensation much more intense, and always has her more sensitive ‘’D-don’t n-no…’’ she weakly protests as I knead them again firmly, both fitting in my palms perfectly. Silently I lift her right arm, and duck past so I can latch my mouth onto her right breast. She whines out loud, it echoing around the room and only furthering my arousal, making me harder by the second, as she sarts shifting and squirming because of the exposure, but with that she’s creating an almost perfect rhythm and friction against me.

She does start to get louder the more I suck and lick, and then bite at the nipple gently, so with regret I do detach myself from her, glancing up to see her flushed cheeks as she stares at me with parted lips. I want to do so much more, play with her tits as much as I please but there is a time limit.

I do take the moment to take her in with my own hooded eyes how gorgeous she looks the pink adoring her cheeks brilliantly, and how she’s already biting onto her lower lip, clearly nervous despite being so turned on. I can clearly read the lust in her eyes.

‘’Kiss me.’’ it’s a simple order, and despite it she doesn’t react. Raising back up, holding onto her hand, I glance towards the doors as she stiffens in my hold upon the knocks against it. But whoever is there they seem to be preoccupied with discussing something, as the handle doesn’t rattle or anything. Turning back to her, she’s ready to pounce away, but with a pinch on her nipple she yips and turn to me looking distressed. The music is a perfect distraction, masking her whimpers so far synchronized ‘’Kiss me.’’ I order again with a low tone, licking over my lower lip as I glare at her and straighten properly leaning in close.

‘’O-oppa n-not h-here, they are going to f-find out…’’ I use the beat of the song I know like the back of my hand to pull her dress up, and strike two times at the side of her thigh making the flesh jiggle as well as her to tense up like a string. With one hand I hold it around her torso keeping her steadily in place, but with the other I reveal the panties properly pushing the dress up, bunching it in the middle. And all the while not once does she attempt to push me away. Her hands settle onto my forearms, but as in to brace herself rather than to indicate any type of rejection.

Her eyes are fixated at what I’m doing, and I can see how much turned on she really is; more than the usual as she’s gone suddenly very quiet. And it’s a thrilling idea, of someone, anyone to be able to just walk in on us and see everything. Of course, I hate the idea of anyone seeing her, but it’s the getting caught part that’s doing it for her is my guess because it’s doing it for me too. Or maybe the idea of my members walking in and seeing her submissive to me that’s getting to her? For them so see how much control I have over her. She’s mine and mine alone.

Her eyes do dart to the door again at the noises, but I preoccupy myself by, leaning in and kiss up her neck, lick at her skin and bite, for sure leaving marks behind her neck which she won’t hide. I want everyone to see what I did to her. My right hand continues its way over the inner of her thighs which tremble briefly, until my fingers find their way to her cunt ‘’Oh what do we have here?’’ I wonder with pride swelling in my chest as I detach my lips and look up at her embarrassed expression, her eyes trained onto my fingers which I tap against the panties rubbing my fingers together the wetness visible under the bright lights ‘’You’re already dripping for me baby girl huh?’’ I tap a few more times making her legs want to close up but she’s smarter than that and keeps them open, as I smirk and run my fingers up and down her folds over the panties that start to get wet from how soaked she really is ‘’You’re practically soaking through.’’ I marvel putting more pressure which has her breath hitching and pressing herself into me firmer ‘’Is this all because of me?’’ I wonder ghosting kisses over her neck gently ‘’Or maybe it was Jimin’s doing? Is that the reason you’re this wet? Filthy slut you can’t be even a good obedient whore for me.’’ I growl the last part, ignoring the whine of protests as she shakes her head but doesn’t dare moving or doing anything yet as I haven’t told her or gave her an order yet.

‘’It’s all you, you know it’s all for you, Op..’’ I smack her thigh again watching as this time around the red mark doesn’t fade away so quickly ‘’Daddy, daddy, I’m sorry daddy.’’ She’s quick to add correcting herself making me hum in approval, hand returning back but now to let my fingers trace the edge of the panties, making sure I’m brushing my fingertips over her skin.

Raising my left hand up, I grab her chin roughly forcing us both to lean forward so she can get a closer look at herself in the mirror, her eyes automatically doing so ‘’Look at yourself.’’ I growl, spreading her legs even wider as she tries to avert her eyes, but I only tighten my hold on her jawline ‘’How dirty.’’ I mumble with my right-hand slapping at her breast which has her jumping, hands which are now bunched up in the skirt of her dress tightening ‘’Do you think someone could be watching us?’’ I whisper leaning in letting my breath ghost over her ear and neck, which does make her shudder against me, the movement feeling nice against my hardon, cock just throbbing and twitching as I even for a second think how it would feel being buried in her tightness.

‘’Do you think someone might be just outside peeping in? Seeing how filthy you are huh?’’ but she only squirms more trying to keep her beautiful noises in. Reaching down I tug at the panties harshly to the side, to reveal her folds. She hisses at the exposure but ends up letting out a breathless moan that has me rolling my hips into her ‘’Such a dirty pussy, for anyone to see. For them to realize what a whore you are huh? Letting me do anything to you. You’re not even attempting to stop me. Filthy.’’

I manage to hold the material to the side, to spread her lower lips apart, seeing how her cunt glitters, juices literally leaking out ‘’Ah this is what whores do after all right? But you’re a good slut for me aren’t you baby? My slut soaked only because of me, and my touches. Only for daddy.’’

‘’Only for da-a-ddy…’’ she stumbles over her words but eagerly repeats them. The door handle rattles, but I have a gut feeling it’s nothing, its why she’s the one that whines and almost shouts while I slide my fingers over her slit teasingly, letting go of her jawline to hold her against me as I roll my hips again, getting more frustrated by the lack of touch on me. My cock is starting to hurt with the lack of friction the proper one.

‘’Suck whore.’’ I order sticking two fingers into her mouth without even asking. I do glance at the door worried for a moment but the shadows disappear so does the rattling, so I focus onto her enjoying the chocking noises emitting from her chest before I tug my fingers out leaving her coughing for a moment, tears gathered in her eyes. Lowering down the fingers, I directly aim for her clit starting to rub them in circles over it.

She slumps back against me, eyes never leaving either my own or my ministrations or even her own expression which she’s too shy to admit of watching ‘’You like it? Like daddy touching you like this?’’ I whisper as the song gets quieter before the chorus. I let my fingers run lower to pick up some of her own juices before I start rubbing them properly against her clit. I’ve watched her touch herself enough times to know how to dot it myself. (She’s been a bad girl for some time so her punishments were always to finish herself of on her own, without daddy helping which didn’t satisfy her as much).

Her right hand shoots up grabbing onto my forearm but I don’t stop just speed the motion and bite onto her neck ‘’I l-love it, daddy, I love it so much!’’ she manages out legs spread wide open, back arching. I can see how close she’s getting, eyes shutting breath coming out in short spurts so at one point before she can come I remove my hand completely watching as she slumps against me crying out just as the singer of this song sings out a high-pitched part.

Opening her eyes, she’s desperate almost angry as she looks at me through the mirror, but I’m tugging the panties off harshly which has her shutting up, and whining as I force her to close and bend her legs so the panties can come completely off her.

‘’Don’t stare at me like that baby girl, you will be punished.’’ She only pouts at me eyebrows furrowed while I triumphally hold the panties in my hand ‘’Eyes on the mirror slut. Want you to see how filthy you are…you ruined your panties completely.’’ I add on bringing the material closer, to take a whiff and make a show of it, her body relaxing as she gets more aroused at the sight, her scent filling my nostrils pleasantly. Another thing I have to do later is eat her out.

Stuffing the panties into the pocket of my sweats, I cock my head up meting her frustrated eyes ‘’Look at that pretty cunt.’’ I say in wonder reaching down again to spread her lips apart ‘’What a sight, so pretty.’’ She squirms as I stay still and just openly admire her because my point is to make her embarrassed and beg for me.

It’s not hard to pick up on the voices from outside, Taehyung clearly recognizable as well as Jimin as his laughter resonates around reaching us as well ‘’Do you think someone is watching us now?’’ I whisper glancing towards the closed doors, but from her perspective she has some of it blocked by the chair ‘’Just peeping in getting themselves off, of seeing you like this?’’ thanks to the music I slap at her thigh happily a few times watching as it colours prettily into bright pink.

‘’Daddy!’’ she hiccups grabbing onto my forearms again, but her expression turns into one of despair.

‘’Fucking slut.’’ I almost hiss, patting her cunt again the wetness quick to wetten my fingers. She tenses up but only bends her legs keeping them up, while with my middle finger despite the slightly awkward angle, I do prod it at her entrance. She whines fingernails digging into my arms, but I continue on sinking my finger inside of her, cursing to myself because she’s tight and already clenching, her wetness and heat perfect as I push my finger almost till my knuckle in.

‘’That’s it, relax.’’ I coo pressing a kiss to the side of her head, as she does do as I say and tugging my finger out it’s easier the second time to push it in. Her chest deflates as she exhales, clearly enjoying my ministrations. So, I start to do it slowly and gently, not giving her much and only building up her frustration. And the kisses I start pressing to the side of her head, and then cheek are the complete opposite, sweet and gentle.

‘’Does my slut want more?’’ I ask easily picking up on the voices of my members outside, further away this time but laughing loud. It gets my blood pumping quicker and adrenaline rushing, the sight before me ruining me too ‘’Want daddy to fuck you here like this? Want them to see you full of my cum? See you spread open, ha slut?!’’ I slap her thigh again getting her to yelp, but end up moaning as I push another finger in, the shudder that leaves her making me stop and tug my fingers out.

‘’No, d-daddy please, I’m a good girl, please don’t stop…’’ she’s quick to cry out pleading me with tears spilling down her beautiful cheeks.

‘’Shhhhh.’’ I’m quick to soothe her hugging her for now and rocking us left and right ‘’Your daddy’s good girl, aren’t you?’’ she pouts but nods along staring at me with big sad eyes ‘’Yeah so good. Stand on your knees for a moment, would you?’’ she’s eager to move forward and do so, gathering her own dress and tugging it up, to keep her cunt revealed ‘’Such a well-mannered girl, making daddy proud.’’ I coo, pushing the top of my sweats and boxers down finally freeing my cock, precum already having ruined my boxers.

‘’Please…’’she whines making me nod and motion down, hands placed onto the floors as I brace myself giving her a mischievous look and crooked smile.

‘’You know what to do.’’ I simply say not moving despite hearing the boys louder than before, Jimin being his giggling self, right in front of the door. I watch mesmerized half expecting her to back away and cover both of us up, but no she grabs my cock, bringing out an involuntarily gasp as she spits in her hand and then spreads her saliva over me. She’s quick to back down, and make quick work to sink herself down. It has me groaning in pleasure at the sweet friction, and tight wetness surrounding me while she whines it turning into a sweet long moan, at the burn that is quick to fade away judging by the way she clenches and unclenches.

‘’You need to be quiet baby girl.’’ I say regretfully before she can raise up fully and drop back down again. Watching her expression through the mirror, I’m left lovestruck at how erotic she is, cheeks flushed still, expression dazed. She bites hard onto her lower lip, the moans getting stuck in her throat as she drops back down again. I bring my hands to her hips to help her along, but she continues stubbornly, to slowly tortuously slowly raise up and down. It’s for the better I don’t want to blow my load to quickly, I want to tease her more, but not painful so.

The boys seem closer which has her halting turning around panicked ‘’Move.’’ I order through my teeth, as she just got in hang of the rhythm of a slow built up.

‘’B-but, b-but the b-boys…’’ with a slap to her thigh she gets the message and leans forward letting the dress drop regretfully covering us, but she gabs onto my legs and suddenly slams herself back down.

I bite into my own fist to prevent a shout, the way she sets this brutal pace is just maddening ‘’That’s it…’’ I barely manage to get out, as she starts to properly ride me using me to just get off. Its what she’s best at after all, and thanks to the sport she plays weekly, her things endure a lot until she gets tired. But then the handle rattles, and it has me regretfully grabbing her shoulders and force her down completely onto me keeping her there. Readjusting the sweats over my ass, I make sure she pulls the straps of the dress back in place and that the skirt remains hiding everything, as I cross my legs under her, the movement having her moaning accidentally.

‘’What are you two doing?’’ Jimin asks making my head snap up to see the members entering the room.

‘’Cuddling don’t you see?’’ I go along wrapping my arms around her giving my dongsaeng a glare. I shift my hops the tiniest bit which has her muttering a harsh curse, earning herself and immediate smile from me.

‘’You cuddle all the time Hyung.’’ Jeongguk complains. Staring through the mirror I tense up as they all crowd in, but head for their bags that are placed near Y/N’s too as they’ve all left them in the corner when we came here. Taehyung is quick to get his, and smirks just then settling against the mirror by Y/N’s feet.

‘’Isn’t it too hot for cuddling, you’re both sweating.’’ He points which has me pretending to look at Y/N that quickly wipes away the sweat from her forehead as she shakes her head but keeps quiet. I glance at her cheeks but she must have run her hands earlier over to wipe away the tears from before.

‘’No, we’re fine. We’re just basking in love as they say.’’ I offer an award-winning grin ‘’And you, you like cuddles as much as anyone there’s no downside to them so quiet.’’ I argue back with him who only snorts but nods in agreement.

‘’Hey are you okay Y/N-ah?’’ Jimin picks up noticing the lack of words and enthusiasm from before from my girlfriend. Why is he always so observant in the wrong moments? I rub my fingers prominently across her ribs, reminding her silently not to give us away. But a thought daunts onto me. What if she wants to do it? To reveal what’s really happening beneath the skirt? It would only take one wrong move and the boys would see everything.

‘’I’m fine.’’ She replies shakily and coughs as he furrows his brows kneeling next to me, as I gently pat over her arm ‘’I just gotten sleepy, I didn’t sleep so good tonight.’’ She’s good, she’s really good.

‘’Oh no I’m sorry to hear that.’’ Jimin goes on worriedly ‘’We should take you out to eat and then sleep. An empty belly is not right.’’ He goes on cheerfully ‘’Yah hyung stop hogging her to yourself so much!’’ he goes on disapprovingly. And I know he means well I know perfectly well but right now he’s pushing it.

‘’I’m not the one keeping her here.’’ I reply making my point across by letting go of her. I watch through the mirror as her eyes widen, and she’s quick to throw herself back, the back of her head almost slamming into my face, but she manages to sloth it onto my shoulder as well as throw her arms around my head, squishing me to her.

‘’I’m clingy! I haven’t seen my boyfriend in weeks, Oppa you don’t know how much I’ve missed him!’’ she goes on pretty convincingly which I think surprises all of us this sudden outburst. It makes everyone suddenly burst into laughter as she remains frozen while I glance around them even Jimin who joins in. Luckily Taehyung who has gotten up wraps an around the shorter boy.

‘’Just let them be hyung.’’ Tae starts ‘’One day you’ll be the same don’t even deny it.’’

‘’Hey.’’ Jimin complains as they start walking away ‘’I wouldn’t be…’’

‘’So, I take that you’ll be staying here for a bit?’’ Namjoon kneels on my side while Y/N shoos Jeongguk away who goes in to tease her. She’s clenching around me from the panic, which isn’t helping me at all.

‘’Yeah…’’ my voice breaks which I mask with a cough ‘’We’ll catch up with you in a few. Y/N phone is charging so…’’

He nods in understanding luckily not checking if I’m lying or not, while I grab onto Y/N hips forcing her back, a whimper leaving her lips but Jeongguk is too preoccupied with laughing.

‘’Alright then, I’ll order your usual’s then.’’ Namjoon goes on politely smiling as he back away dragging the maknae along, Jin waiting for them at the door.

‘’Later!’’ the oldest greets as Y/N finally let’s go of my face, so I can wave goodbye too as they walk outside with cheers, and close the door behind them. Sighing in relief I turn forward to meet the horrified expression that my girlfriend has put on. Before she can protest I roll my hips forcing her to catch herself on her hands, while I start to shift and manhandle her onto her knees.

‘’What a good baby girl I have, not only is she gorgeous…’’ as I position her so she won’t faceplant, I push the skirt over her back to see how we are connected and thrust experimentally to see if she’s going to push me away or not ‘’…she’s also very obedient…’’ another thrust this one has her moaning louder than any time before today ‘’…and so so good for her daddy, making him so proud that he’s going to give her, her reward finally. Only good sluts get rewards, don’t they?’’

‘’I’m daddy’s good slut, daddy’s…ahhhh’’ she stammers out as I’m quick to pick up a brutal pace, thankfully not having danced much so I have the energy but also the frustration piled up enough to make me just mindlessly fuck her. The grip I have on her hips must be to tight, and the way my own knees dig into the floor is uncomfortable borderline painful but I know she’s into it. Mixing pain and pleasure and judging by her moans she’s getting close too. My spine fucking tingles all over, hips breaking the rhythm as the knot tightens in my stomach.

‘’You close?’’ I ask breathless licking my lips, sweat again now properly dripping down my forehead. She isn’t doing good either, her tight bun now undoing on its own, strands already having fallen down around her head.

It gives me an idea. I reach up tugging her hair from the bun just to wrap it around my wrist. It has her crying but out in pleasure (I know the difference between the two) at the burn on her scalp, while I keep my hips slamming against her ass the slapping noises overpowering the song. But it also has me staring down at her ass at how it jiggles. Its fucking glorious.

‘’D-d-daddyyy I-I’m…p-p-pleaseee…’’ I allow myself to grin and tilt my head up to stare down at her as she looks at me through tears. She’s getting overwhelmed but godsdamn she’s just so fucking gorgeous.

‘’Cum for me, slut. Want to feel how tight you can get, your sweet little c-c…ahhh shitttt…’’ I curse as she tightens immediately. Letting go of her hair she cries out head falling down, and I’m upset I don’t get to see her beautiful expression but she does clench impossibly tight which has me grabbing onto her hips almost forcing myself in. Luckily, she is wet enough, but her grip has me coming in seconds after she does.

I try and hold my composure but I find myself, leaning forward practically forcing her to hold me up until it clicks in my mind that I’m probably putting too much of my weight on her. I drop my hands on the ground with a pant, finally supporting my own weight, as I pull out feeling sensitive even more as the air hits my softening cock, which has me hissing ‘’Oh baby, you really did a number on me, fuck…’’ I admit.

‘’You okay?’’ she chuckles glancing back.

‘’I should be asking you that.’’ I reply and straighten up, tugging her by her waist off her knees and to let her rest against me as I sit back down again ignoring the cold floor.

‘’I’m peachy.’’ She replies with a smile on, hands readjusting the straps of her dress which I loosened up a bit ‘’Could really go for some food, and a nap though.’’ She admits staring at me through the mirror with a smile.

‘’Or another orgasm.’’ I propose which has her choking and turning to me around with wide eyes.

‘’Not enough trouble for one day? We almost got caught!’’ she goes on staring worriedly.

‘’But that’s what you like isn’t it?’’ another flush re-colours her cheeks back ‘’Stop complaining and give me a kiss to thank your daddy properly.’’

Surprisingly she doesn’t hesitate or roll her eyes like she likes to do, but turns around on my lap, and is quick to wrap her arms around me, lips landing on my own. I squeak in surprise but gladly melt into the kiss which she leads, and this time around I let her enjoying when her tongue darts over my lips teasingly. But then my stomach is the cause of which we part as I only now get aware how hungry I am.

‘’Food and nap then?’’ she asks smirking widely as I nod and just want to keep her close to me. I’m a very lucky man. Very, very lucky. Just as she starts to get up she’s quick to lean in and steal another kiss, making me chuckle.

‘’What was that for?’’ I ask curiously.

‘’Thank you, daddy.’’

My heart flutter at how adorable she is ‘’You’re welcome baby girl.’’

Copyright 2019© by barbika1508. All rights reserved.

#bts smut #jhope x reader #bts jhope #jung hoseok x reader #bts hoseok x reader #bts hoseok #bts hobi #bts romance #bts jung hoseok #bts fanfic #bts fanfction