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babyotterboy · 24 hours
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let’s keep up the good k!nk conversations!!!
something i also want to discuss: younger kink participants and how they can keep themselves safe+healthy!!
if you are a newer adult, getting into kink/nsfw communities - listen up!! these are important!!
-vet your partners!! do not start a scene immediately just because horny brain takes over (i know, it happens, we’ve all been there)! take your time to learn about your new partner, about how you fit into the scene together, etc!
-take time before putting yourself fully out there to explore your own wants and needs, especially if you are a sub heavy/dom heavy mindset. it is very easy to get swept up in making another person feel good, make sure you do too!! keep yourself present and a functioning part of the scene!!
-REMAIN FIRM ON HARD LIMITS. they are called hard limits for a reason. anyone that wants to try and break you down to get you to do something against your wishes, please shut that scene down immediately. that person is not safe. every safe partner will respect hard limits, no questions.
-HAVE. A. SAFE. WORD. this goes unnoticed far too often especially in more taboo spaces. no cnc, free use, bdsm scene should go on without one. doesn’t matter what it is, just something that you CAN and will say in moments that you need it.
-on that note, safe words NEED TO BE RESPECTED. shut the scene down IMMEDIATELY. do not continue for even a few seconds, the play atmosphere should immediately stop and turn to the care of your partner. safe words are indicative of something being either wrong, uncomfortable, or just in general something your partner needs you to STOP. make sure to communicate before starting again.
-if engaging in irl play over online, have at least one person that knows where you are. be careful with locations, personal information, and most importantly - look out for yourself.
i’ve seen lots of excited new adults in the space (i was one of you when i was younger!! don’t worry!!) and it just worries me to see unsafe play being so glorified.
(mwah long post over)
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Vintage pins from the Lesbian Herstory Archives’ button collection
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dandyads · 2 years
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Durex, 2002 (UK)
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femmefatalevibe · 8 months
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Femme Fatale Guide: Purse Essentials For Day & Night (or Any Activity In Between)
Daytime Handbag Essentials:
Keys
Wallet/cardholder (ID[s], credit/debit cards, spare cash – enough for an emergency cab/train ticket, a bottle of water, and a cheap snack plus a little extra is my formula)
Phone/phone charger
Airpods/headphones
Mini sunscreen
Hand lotion
Floss picks in a travel floss dispenser
Mini disposable toothbrushes
Breath mints
Portable stain remover wipes
Hand sanitizer
Lip balm/your everyday lip color
Eyeliner
Brow pencil
Power foundation
Contour/blush stick
Oil blotting sheets
Roll-on perfume
Hair ties
Foldable mini hair brush
Feminine hygiene wipes
Panty liners/pads/tampons
Travel case bandaids
Condoms (not in a wallet, please)
A pen or two
Portable sticky notes
Travel pack of tissues
Spare glasses/contacts & contact solution
Sunglasses
OTC pain relief medicine
Water bottle
Non-perishable snacks (I recommend Larabars, Lupini beans/roasted chickpeas/edamame, roasted nuts/trail mix snack packs, Lupii/Raw Rev vegan protein bars, and freeze-dried fruit)
Nighttime Handbag Essentials:
Keys
Wallet/cardholder (ID[s], credit/debit cards, spare cash – enough for an emergency cab/train ticket, a bottle of water, and a cheap snack plus a little extra is my formula)
Phone/portable phone charger
Mini sunscreen
Hand lotion
Floss picks in a travel floss dispenser
Mini disposable toothbrushes
Breath mints
Portable stain remover wipes
Hand sanitizer
Lip balm/your everyday lip color
Eyeliner
Brow pencil
Mini power foundation
Roll-on perfume
Hair ties
Foldable mini hair brush
Feminine hygiene wipes
Panty liner (and maybe a pad/tampon, depending on the time of the month)
Portable makeup remover wipe (or two)
Portable cleansing towelette (or two)
Travel case bandaids
Condoms (at least two – not in a wallet, please)
Disposable foot socks
OTC pain relief medicine
Vitamin B-complex, Vitamin C, and Vitamin D supplement (one of each – for after or the morning after drinking)
Necessary Edit: This list is meant to be a comprehensive guide, designed to be personalized. If you don't think you need some of these items, [pick and choose at your discretion].
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girlcalledwhatsername · 7 months
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I don't really feel comfortable with the term 'Safe, Sane, and Consensual' to be quite honest – or indeed with any term that seeks to define what 'sane' is. There are similar issues with people trying to be the judge of what "safe" and "healthy" look like. And unfortunately I see people increasingly use this term to define kinks they personally like, while relegating anything they don't approve of as "crazy" and "unsafe" and therefore morally corrupt – even though some of the most common and tamest kinks have a major element of risk in them. I far prefer to use the term 'Risk-aware Consensual Kink'. Because when people start seeing some kinks as fully "safe" and "sane" it allows for a framework where you never actually look into and seriously genuinely consider the risks involved in your more socially acceptable kinks, at the same time being able to abhor consensual activities between adults as being too 'insane' to be acceptable if you don't like them.
I'm suspicious of any model where we use ideas of health – be it physical in the sense of ""safe"" kink (which btw funny how many people don't see choking and spanking as unsafe because it's commonplace) or in the mental sense of ""sane"" kink (which means God knows what for people who aren't considered 'sane' by neurotypical standards) – to allow or disallow consensual and autonomous activities, or indeed to grant ideological legitimacy to them.
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thekingofcrochet · 11 months
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PSA: if it goes in the butt, it shouldn’t go anywhere after that except to go get cleaned thoroughly
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adnauseum11 · 1 month
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Joint Task Force (John Price x Reader)
You're harbouring guilt and John makes you feel better.
It's still Valentine's Day here, and thus it seems like the correct time to post this. It is mostly smut, heavy dose of fluff.
longer than normal 2.3k words
CW: swearing, explicit sex
feedback welcome!
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You aren’t proud of it, but John’s illness the other night scared you. You’re not as quick to needle him and more annoyed than usual when your friends have a go at him during Trivia night. John has a thick skin and manages to laugh it off better than you do, but your touchiness doesn’t go unnoticed. You have to work in the morning and John’s promised to drive you if you want to spend the night. You do, but you’re realizing now it was a trap.
“What was going on with you and your girls tonight? They do something to piss you off?” He’s asking you, blocking the only exit from the bathroom as he casually leans against the doorjamb. You turn wide eyes at him, slowing your brushing motions to spit into the sink. John has got you pinned with his deadly blue eyes, watching for clues.
“What do you mean?” You feign cluelessness.
“Love, you can pull that innocent and clueless bit on just about anybody else. What’s really going on? You don’t normally row with those two.”
You drop the act and pout for a moment before rinsing your mouth. When you’re finished you turn to face him, fisting your hands on your hips.
“I just didn’t like the way they were talking to you. You’re not an idiot just because you don’t have a Masters’ degree. They were being catty bitches.” You sniff, trying to be flip about it but anger bleeding into your tone all the same.
“Try again.” John extends an arm, catching your wrist and using it to reel you in to him, using his bigger body to keep you corralled in the bathroom. He’s clearly not buying what you are selling and knows you too well to turn you loose.
“Well, fine, maybe I should be a little nicer to you, too.” You snap and then press your lips together in frustration, knowing you’ve given yourself away and contradicted yourself with your delivery all in the same breath. Brilliant.
“This about the migraine the other night? I told you, I’m alright, love.” John’s soothing, but you’re still guilt wracked. You feel like an idiot, constantly figuring things out too late. The realization he’s been suffering alone was like ice water to your consciousness. Saying that out loud means admitting to being a shit friend, which means John deserves better. You’ve been spiralling internally for days.
John’s massaging up your arm, having worked out the quickest way to defuse you is to override your nervous system. It’s hard to stay anxious when your methodically being turned into jelly. His sharp blue eyes stay on your face though. It’s like he can sense there’s something else circling underneath your bluster and concern. When he gets to your shoulder he steps back, steering you out of the bathroom and over to bed. You let him, his warm, mollifying touch turning your energy from frenetic to something more malleable.
He's got you spread out on your belly on his bed before you can think of a reason to resist him, his big hands smoothing under the tank top you wear to bed, pressing into tight muscles with practised swipes. There’s an epic battle going on between the anxious tension locked into your muscles and John’s determination to figure out what you’re stewing over.
If there’s one thing John knows how to do, it’s extract answers from people that aren’t eager to give them up. He complains gently about your tank top getting in the way, that he could do this better if he could move more freely. You’re just on this side of ‘too relaxed to care’ by now and oblige him, letting him help you remove it over your head. He doubles down, long slow strokes pressing you into the mattress firmly, forcing little groans out of your lungs. You can vaguely hear him hum in satisfaction; your mind completely focused on his hands.
“Why do you think you need to be nicer to me? I think you’re pretty nice as it is darling.” John presses the issue, not stopping in his work, using the heels of his palms over your lower back. You can hear the smile in his voice and know instantly he’s thinking of the times you’ve put your mouth and hands all over him. You wonder if the flush that’s taking over your face and chest extends to your back and if John can see.
“Do you get migraines often?” You ask instead of answering and John is quiet for a moment. Your brain drifts as his hands seek out the knots along your spine.
“My nerves get confused sometimes. Been around a lot of explosions and gunfire, must have rattled something loose. Not usually as bad as it was the other day.” He jokes gently but he’s being truthful, giving you the answer you’re actually looking for.
“I hate that I didn’t... I didn’t even consider that, John.” You admit to the mattress, completely unable to even partially face him while you force the words past your lips. John’s silent but his hands continue to move, sparking hope that maybe he doesn’t agree with your internal assessment that you are, in fact, an awful selfish person.
You don’t even think when he hooks his fingers in the thick elastic of your sleep shorts, lifting your hips for him automatically as he shimmies them down. His strong hands grip your thigh, running his thumbs up the middle of your hamstring. You’re moaning before you can stop yourself, loud in the quiet of the room. The sensation of his thumbs pressing down firmly on the big muscle enough to make you weep.
“Like that, do you?” You can hear the smile in John’s voice again and he repeats the motion to the same effect.
“My god, that should be illegal.” You manage to slur out and John chuckles, switching to your other thigh. He makes his way down to your ankles and then back up before responding to you. He’s got handfuls of your ass before you know what’s happening.
“This should be illegal. I want a medal for managing to hold a conversation with this to contend with.”
You finally laugh, letting him break your sour mood. Your muscles are so relaxed they feel weighted but you feel lighter inside somehow, your affection for the man pinning you to the mattress only ever growing. When he rolls you onto your back, you’re too suffused with relaxed pleasure to feel self-conscious about being naked with the exception of a pair of panties.
You can see the warm smile stretched across John’s face, making his blue eyes twinkle. It’s reassuring, his solid warmth pinning you down. He leans over you, balancing his weight on an elbow by your head, bracketing you under him before he kisses you. The taste of him is familiar to you now, and a thread of desire begins to spool tighter, low in your belly. You suck on his tongue when he swipes it between your lips, garnering a groan from somewhere deep in his chest. His teeth rasp lightly over your bottom lip, making sparks fly at the back of your scalp and behind your eyelids. He breaks the kiss but only to continue to press kisses over your jaw, nuzzling at your sensitive earlobe before sucking on it gently.
John’s lips are hot, anchoring you in place as he explores down the sweep of your neck. His whiskers drag across your delicate skin, sending shivers down your spine and directly to your pussy. It makes all thought impossible, words nearly beyond your reach. Your fingers find his biceps, the hot press of his mouth dizzying.
John misreads your grip on his arms and pauses, looking down at you.
“Want me to stop?”
“What? No, don’t you dare.” Your breathy voice has a pleading quality that galvanises him, teeth rasping over your pulse point before swirling his hot tongue over the same spot. He’s shifting overtop of you, resting more of his weight on you. His hips snug against yours, his erection slotting against you like a hot brand. You’re suddenly desperate for movement, friction, and hook a leg over his hip, arching against his solid body. John won’t be rushed but knows what you want, and rolls his hips against yours in appeasement. The flash of pleasure stutters your mind and you moan, your leg tightening around his hip.
John’s palm settles on your breast, squeezing the soft flesh with tenderness, the hunger on his face at odds with his touch. Your fingers curl into his shirt, tugging it up and he obeys immediately, leaning back to tug it up between his shoulder blades and toss it. His hand resumes its exploration, his thumb circling your nipple as his hips rock, grinding against you. You’re certain he must be able to feel how wet he’s making you, the fabric trapped between your bodies damp beyond measure.
He bends, wrapping his mouth around the tight bud of your nipple, making you arch, desperate to get closer to the pull of his lips. Your fingers find their way to his hair, gripping the short strands as he groans his approval.
John’s hand has slid down your body and is tugging your panties down, leaning back to guide your leg down off his hip while he strips the last stitch of clothing from your body. You have to release him to let him work and you do so with a whimper, dropping your hands down over the hard planes of his body. You can only wonder at what John sees – flushed cheeks and wild hair, legs spread and eyes glassy with desire in the semi-darkness.
“Alright, love?” John asks, leaning over you to plant another searing kiss on your lips, returning to his place between your legs. You can feel him leaning, hear his bedside drawer and realize he’s getting a condom.
“Can I?” You ask breathlessly and if John’s surprised, he hides it well, the expression on his face pure mischievousness.
“Not if you want this to last more than a minute.”
Leave it to John to be sarcastic while he’s hard as a rock, with your legs wrapped around him.
He’s propped himself up on an elbow, the other hand wrapped around the base of his cock to guide himself into your body. The blunt head of his cock sinks in and you can’t help the answering moan that sounds suspiciously like his name. John curses, his hips flexing as he slides home, your head tossing on his pillows.
“Fuck me, you are gorgeous.” John groans, pressing his face into your throat, setting a steady pace with his hips as he moves over top you. Your fingers dig into the back of his shoulders, gripping his big muscles as he strokes into you, again and again. You can feel the coil of tension tightening in your belly, each rocking thrust just grazing your clit.
“John” You gasp, and you want to tell him to move just slightly, want to tell him where you need his touch but when his blue eyes meet yours a wave of emotion closes off your throat, leaving you panting helplessly. He hitches your thigh over his hip, grinding into you, understanding somehow anyways, making you moan wantonly. The sounds of your pleasure only drive him on, the slap of skin a counterpoint. Your hands slip off his shoulders, the heat between you making you both sweaty. Your nails rake down his side, tearing a groan out of his chest.
He shifts again, leaning back to slip his arm under your leg that isn’t hitched over his hip. The back of your knee slides into the crook of his elbow and the change in angle is enough to nudge you to the edge of orgasm. Your eyes go wide as you feel your body respond to John’s thrusts, your inner muscles low in your abdomen fluttering on the precipice. You can’t help but call his name again, needy and high pitched. You slip your hand between your bodies, stroking your clit and drawing John’s gaze. It doesn’t take long for you to fall apart.
He hunches over you, his rhythm breaking as your entire body clenches around him, a wailing cry rattling out of your throat. John’s hips stutter as your body clutches at him, his thrusts turning shallow as his orgasm slams through him.
You spend the next few moments panting, John's forehead resting on your shoulder as he tries to catch his breath.
“Sorry sweetheart –“
His voice is ragged, rumbling against you.
“god John, why are you sorry for making me cum like that?” Your eyes are drifting shut, every muscle in your body feeling like lead after the massage and then orgasm. You are certain your brain is partially liquified.
“mm, was going to make it last longer.” He murmurs into your ear, making your back arch and your nipples tighten all over again. You force your eyes open to look at him and the tenderness on his face makes your throat close again.  
You make a small noise and grip at the thick muscles of his shoulders, which he seems to understand and kisses you repeatedly. He pulls out, disposing of the condom and brings you a water on his way back to the bed.
You haven’t found the energy to move an inch so John rolls you onto your side, spooning you tightly. You clutch at the arm he slings around you. Sleep drags you under, still tightly gripping John’s hand.
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collaredkittyboy · 8 months
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Hehehe I love saying no and setting boundaries and refusing consent when I want to and ignoring and blocking people that make me uncomfortable and having no sympathy for people who don't respect my limits and being unapologetic for denying some people sexual interactions and being a real person with feelings who doesn't have to satisfy everyone who's attracted to me 🥰
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lilithism1848 · 6 months
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thatmemeguy89 · 2 months
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Woody found a different buzz
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nobrashfestivity · 4 months
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Kensington, Chelsea, Westminster & Brent Health Promotion Unit in conjunction with West London Health Promotion
Lip kissing, tit clamping, bottom spanking, thigh slapping, leather wearing, rubber stretching, arse licking, bath taking, body beating, hard wanking, butch wrestling … : safer sex… it's the real thing, 1997
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cherry-pop-elf · 28 days
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George Weasley Sexcanons
Because im extremely sick, so im bored
Warnings? Sex sex sex and more sex. Along with some submissive Georgie baby~
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What gets his engine going
He’s more of the submissive type. Your definition of a service top. He loves to make sure his partner is feeling so good. Their comfort comes, heh, first before anything else. Mans has 100% just gotten off from eating out/rimming/sucking off
He’s….Hes got mommy issues. As much as we love Molly, you can not deny she was rather verbally abusive. Not to mention having seven kids means you’ll Never have one on one properly. I won’t rant, but mans got a serious mommy kink. Doesn’t matter if you are a man, he’s calling you mommy!
Is a sucker for risk taking. He’s gonna try and eat you out at a quidditch game, jerk you off at the leaky cauldron, he’s gonna rail you in an alley way. He’s an adrenaline junkie, and probably wouldn’t be to shy at the idea of actually doing it infront of people. He likes the rush of it all
If you get a tattoo with his name, or some kind of indication you are his? Oh that’s going to make him feral. He doesn’t actually believe in owning and such, but there is something so enjoyable about it in fantasy. Kink doesn’t equal reality! ((And obviously I don’t need to clarify what is off the table))
Let me say this once, mans has a MAJOR Breeding Kink. Doesn’t matter if you can get pregnant. He’s going to find a way to fuck a baby into you. He’s a Weasley. They love to prove the impossible
Like I said about mommy kink, he is so gonna be a brat. It’s not a number one go to, that’s Fred, but he loves being a menace to society. If he’s not being a brat, you calling him a bad boy might make him cry. That’s why it’s healthy to communicate in the bed room!
Spank him. Spank him nice and good.
Lingerie lingerie lingerie
He might be a size queen, but you didn’t hear it from me 🤭
Oh he just loves doing it in his office. There is something so hot about it. To have you sit in his office, as he eats you out. How you would pin him on the desk, and pound him so hard it starts to rattle. To have you casually come in, wearing nothing at all, and crawling over all the paper work to get to him. If he’s having a bad day, sneak into his office and remind him he’s the boss
Don’t think you won’t be shared with Fred. They are magical twins. They share everything together.
Don’t be shy of your body hair. He likes his bitches natural. There’s also something so romantic to him about it. That you can just be your truest self around him, and not need to panic about your looks. Just your true self, and such
Speaking of natural self, he likes his bitches a little thicc. Blame his dad for liking em big. Nothing like some love handles to grab onto, or some ear warmers to keep him trapped in place. But most importantly? The cuddles
Expect to be of ‘use’ during busy hours at work. Like sucking him off while he does paper work, or being stress relief after a Karen comes into town
Boobs? Butt? Mans a thigh guy. He loves himself a partner with thick thighs, long legs, and some well pedicured feet. Yes. He’s a feet guy. Thigh highs in orange will make him cream alright
Expect to be his partner in trying new sex shop items
Speaking of that, don’t be scared to try new things with him. You never know. Maybe your weird kink could be the next hottest item the shop!
AFAB Partner Shenanigans
His favorite position with you would be the mating press. He just loves having your legs over his shoulders, and getting a front row seat at your begging face
He is going to be that type to fill you full of cum, and make you walk around with it
Sundresses baby
Peg him silly boo boo. He will ride that strap on until sunrise don’t even question it
Expect lots of cock warming. Especially when busy at work
Your tits are his now. His favorite thing to play with, when it isn’t your pussy. Even not in a sexual sense. You’ll just wake up with a hand on the tibbie
AMAB Partner Shenanigans
His favorite position is cowgirl. To have his hands on your chest, as he pants. Whimpering and moaning, as you move in and out of him. To have you spank him to move faster. Gets him all kinds of work up
He’s gonna be a shit head and sneak under tables a lot and have his fun with you
You will wake up to him dealing with your morning wood
He is going to sit on your cock when he is doing work. He will be a bastard and spin his hips
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queerism1969 · 9 months
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slvttyplum · 1 month
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this is going to be a very random PSA, but i was thinking about something from when i was reading the comments on my wax suguru one shot, drabble, whatever you want to call it.
try to refrain from having sex when you just got your downstairs waxed. when you’re engaging in intercourse there is a lot of bacteria that can slide through and get you sick.
because you literally just got hairs pulled from that area, it can be extremely sensitive and can cause irritation.
a lot of people don’t listen anyways and their fine but i think it’s just nice to share, yk? (plus i didn’t want y’all to think i was dumb, i digress i digress)
anyways enjoy your wax and wait at least 24 hours you nasties ><.
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manynighstinbangkok · 5 months
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adnauseum11 · 1 month
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Mess Hall (John Price x Reader)
John explains his early departure from poker night to you.
1.8k words
CW: swearing, explicit sex (MDNI)
second part of the two-part scene
feedback welcome! writing smut is hard (lol) if anyone has any tips I'm grateful for them. Always looking to get better so don't be shy :)
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Dinner was not edible, to John’s lasting amusement. The veggies cooked at disparate times, some too mushy and some practically raw. The pasta had been fine, John’s contribution solid as always. The flavour of the sauce had been the real star, if one didn’t mind the shrapnel you had introduced to it. Both of you had decided after half a bowl each that it was more work than it was worth. Your real dinner ended up being the world’s saddest charcuterie board, but John assured you he’d made do with worse. 
“Just happy to be eating.” He said, brushing off your concerns about him going hungry. 
“We could go to the pub.” You pick at the salami, perched on one foot tucked under you on a chair at the table.
“I just want to be with you, not up for the pub if that’s alright, love.” John’s honesty takes you by surprise, you glance at him but he seems otherwise content, building cheese and pickle onto a cracker.
“Yeah, of course that’s alright. You want to tell me what happened?” You ask carefully, not wanting to call back his bad mood but curious what brought him to your doorstep now that he seems a bit more even keeled. He stuffs the food into his mouth and chews thoughtfully, looking at you from under his lashes. It’s the most indecisive you’ve seen him in a long time and you wonder suddenly if you want to know at all. Then he sighs and pushes his plate away, seemingly deciding something.
“I was offered a contract. Walk on, ready to go.”
Your lungs freeze, and you forget how to breath for a moment. Your focus narrows onto the man beside you, who is closely watching for your reaction. The question must have been written across your face because he answers without it needing to be spoken aloud.
“I told them no, love.”
“Oh, thank god.” You say in a rush, your lungs sucking in a breath desperately. You can’t help the selfish sentiment, reflexive as blinking. Your hand lands on your chest as if trying to keep your heart contained. John watches you, a soft smugness pulling at his features. 
“Good to know you want me around, darling.” 
“I always want you around, John.” The bald truth is out before you can temper it with humour.
If anyone had told you a year ago that you would be dating your oldest friend and making heartfelt confessions in your kitchen over a crappy dinner, you would have thought them crazy. But here you are, a mere few months into this with your heart in your throat at the thought of him leaving for any length of time. What used to be routine seems devastating now.
“Is that…are you upset you said no?” You ask cautiously, breaking the intense eye contact to pick at your plate.
“What? No, they wouldn’t take no for an answer. Can’t play cards being badgered like that. They ought to know better.”
Relief that you aren’t the root cause of the bad mood floods through your system, making you bolder.
“You are incredibly stubborn. One ‘no’ should be enough.” You agree, earning yourself a dark look. You smile sweetly at him and reach across the expanse between your seats to cup his cheek, leaning in to his space to press a soft kiss to his frown. 
His big palm slides up to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place when you would retreat. He deepens the kiss before you can move, his fingers sliding into your scalp with delicious pressure. When he finally releases you, instead of backing off you follow, slipping out of your seat and crawling onto John’s lap, his thick thighs spread wide. He accepts your weight without even blinking, shifting you into a more comfortable position before fisting his hand in your hair and kissing you again. The delectable rasp of his tongue against yours makes liquid heat pool in your lower belly. You’re suddenly desperate to feel his skin pressing against yours, your smaller hands grabbing at his sides and shoulders.
Your urgency seems to bleed into him, his fingers finding the hem of your shirt and tugging it up your back, pausing only for you to lift your arms before he’s pulling it free from your body and throwing it on the floor. You mimic his actions, pushing his shirt up to reveal the thickness of his chest. He grabs the fabric and tugs and it joins a growing pile of clothing. The dark wiry hair of his body whispers against your delicate skin, sending lightning bolts of desire through you, eager to be pressed against his heat. 
Without any warning John is shoving the plates out of the way, the clanking tableware startling you out of your lust driven haze. Before you can speak, he’s lifted you, depositing you on the cleared space of the table with a gentle tinkle as glass knocks together. You look up at him wide-eyed but his intense blue eyes are darkened with desire and locked on your bra, his fingers moving faster than your brain can catch up. The look in his eyes and the cool air has your nipples pebbling, biting your bottom lip as he leans into your space and kisses you again. You have a vague notion of him throwing the piece of clothing, in the next heartbeat both of his hands are on you, urging you to recline backwards. 
John’s hot mouth trails over your collarbone and sternum as you recline, your fingers curling into his short sandy brown hair. The wet pull of his mouth on your nipple has you gasping, arching into him. His hands have dropped from your sides to your abdomen, flicking your jeans open with hurried movements. He pauses long enough to cup your mound, the heat of your body making him groan low in his throat. 
“Fuckin’ hell love” 
His voice has slipped down an octave, desire making his cheeks and chest flush under his dark hair. Your body has a pavlovian response to his, anticipation spiralling through your limbs. When his fingers curl in your jeans and panties, you lift up automatically, using his thighs to balance as he tugs the clothing free of your body. 
He’s back on you as soon as the clothing leaves his hand, fingers tracing up your calves and thighs, making room for himself between them while his mouth blazes a trail over your ribs to the delicate underside of your breast. His whiskers dragging across your skin make you gasp and twitch, the tableware clinking together by your head with each sudden movement. When the wet heat of his mouth closes over your nipple again you moan, fingers pressing into the back of John’s neck to keep him in place. You can feel the backs of his fingers grazing against your low belly as he’s undoing his pants, twisting and pulling something out of his back pocket.
“John, let me.” You try to sit up but he won’t allow it, rasping his teeth over your nipple, making you suck in a breath and squirm underneath him. He releases your flesh with an obscene ‘pop’ and a smug smile slides across his face. 
“Too late, next time.” His voice is a rumble, one hand fisted around the condom on the base of his hard cock and the other landing on your chest, keeping you pinned to the table and spread out for his viewing pleasure. The slow back and forth glide of the head of his cock over the seam of your pussy makes you groan and hook your heels into the back of John’s thighs. Your hands curl around his forearm, your nails biting into his flesh as he presses into you slowly, eyes locked on your face.
The heat of John’s palm on your sternum makes you aware of how fast your heart is beating against it. Your rattling moan spurs John on, the rocking thrusts of his hips making the dishes dance by your head. The obscene symphony sends shockwaves of sensation up and down your spine, making you squirm as you clutch at his arm.
John hisses a curse, followed by your name and you can feel the muscles of his arm fluttering under your grip. The world narrows to just the two of you, John rocking you and the contents of the table with his thrusts, gripping your hip to steady you under his body. You can feel your body start to pull taut, your orgasm building in pressure and a whine climbing the back of your throat as your senses start to overwhelm. 
John slides his hand off your chest to hunch over you, putting his full weight behind his thrusts. He drops close enough to run his open mouth over your collarbone, panting hot breath against your skin. The increased pressure and change in angle make you clench around him, wrenching a low moan from his chest. The tableware crashes in time with your movements.
“John, please.” You’re begging mindlessly, wrapping your thighs high on his hips, your legs trembling. 
“You make me crazy when you say my name like that.” John rumbles into your ear, giving you what you want and sliding his thumb over your clit in small circles. It only takes a handful more thrusts before you’re reaching your peak.
Your orgasm overtakes you and you claw at the back of his neck and shoulder with your nails, desperate to ground yourself. Your keening cry bounces off the walls of the kitchen as your body clamps down on his, bucking underneath him. The throbbing grip of your inner muscles is enough to drag John down with you, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he cums hard, his cock pulsing inside you. He groans deeply, his grip on your body bordering on bruising as you both slowly come down and try to regulate your breathing.
“Holy fuck John” You whimper, aftershocks making you tremble and grab at his arms as he leans back, easing out of your oversensitive flesh with a hiss. His palms are stroking over your body, cataloging the shape of you, soothing both of your nervous systems before stepping back. He disposes of the condom in the trash and is back between your legs, giving orders like he never left. 
“Legs around my waist darling. Good girl. Up we go.” He’s gathered you against his chest and is hefting you off the table before you can process. Your brain finally catches up and you clamp your thighs around his waist tighter, your arms slung around his neck, hanging off of him like a burr. You trust him implicitly, doing as you're told, your brain still too gooey to do its own processing.
John checks the lock on your front door before carrying you upstairs to your bedroom. Both of you are too exhausted to give a shit about the state of the kitchen at the moment, curling together in your smaller bed. You try not to focus too hard on how suspiciously tight your chest feels when he spoons you, face buried in your hair with a contented sigh. 
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