#he's a grown up sexy sexy guy with that beard

[dilemmaontwolegs]

hiiii, I'm new here. saw that your reqs r closed but I'd like to share one scenario idea. the choice is yours whether to write it or not.

Daniel (or Carlos) is your bff. You see each other rarely because of his career. It's summer break, he's back home and you've just had your heartbroken by an asshole. You convince you friend group that you need to go out & celebrate Daniel's (or Carlos') comeback in the hope of getting laid. As the night goes on the driver is more n more frustrated with the guys you choose. He get a lil too much to drink n becomes possessive of you, starts touching you intimately and doesn't care about people surrounding. The night ends in a bedroom where he fucks you slow and sensually like he thinks you deserve and none of those jackasses in the club could

hope you've a nice vacation

Peace out ✌🏾

This is for Carlos since Daniel hasn't gotten rid of that moustache yet

Red Flags || CS55

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, oral, friends to lovers WC: 2.4k

It hurt a little that the first notification you received that Carlos was back home came from a gossip page you followed. Maybe it shouldn’t come as such a surprise when a distance had grown after you started dating Marco, you weren’t sure if Carlos even knew what had happened since the last time you spoke to him. Your families were close, but even your parents were reluctant to speak to anyone about the breach of privacy your ex had caused, the photos he had tried to leak. It had cost a huge sum to keep them from being published and you had been trying to get over the betrayal since.

Recent coping methods included the company of your friends and the string of nightclubs that lined the beachfront.

“I picked up a stray,” Liana called out as she walked into your house without knocking. You could always count on your friend to be up for a party and she had accepted the invite before anyone else. You stuck your head out of the living room where you had been pouring yourself a stiff drink and found her arm curled around the back of Carlos. “A handsome one too.”

You couldn’t believe it had been nearly six months since you last saw him and it looked like he had somehow matured even more. His beard had filled out to cover his entire jaw and his hair was lush and dark. 

Excitement filled you and you rushed towards him as he opened his arms with a smile. “Carlito!” 

“Bomboncita,” he replied with a laugh, his strong arms tightening around you as he picked you up and twirled in a circle. “Missed you too.”

“Come out with us, let’s celebrate your win!” You didn’t wait for an answer as you rushed back to get your clutch with your ID and cash.

“She just wants to get laid,” Liana whispered to Carlos. “You can help me keep her away from any red flags.”

There was one thing you could always count on and that was Liana to be the mother of the group. More mature than the rest of your friends put together, she always made sure you got home safe. Everyone else lived in the city but the mansion your parents had given you was out on the coast, thankfully she was more than happy to sober drive for you. Unfortunately, the only cars on the driveway were two seater sports cars.

That was how you ended up starting your night sitting on Carlos’ lap.

“This reminds me of old times, bombón,” he murmured as you looped an arm around his neck and held on tight. 

“I don’t know how you passed basic maths,” you shot back with a laugh before looking at Liana. “He would always invite more people than we have seats for during the summer break.”

Liana shook her head with a smirk. “Maybe he just liked having you on his lap.”

“What guy wouldn’t,” you joked, well accustomed to the years of teasing over your close friendship with Carlos. But for all the times you sat in this very position, he had never seen you as more than a friend. 

“Should we stop her?” Carlos asked, a quiet growl in his words as he watched you dance with another man. Your hips were too enticing, too sexy, and he had to look away to down his drink and quench the sudden thirst he had. 

Liana didn’t seem fazed by your ability to hook a man in with a seductive smile and dance with them until Carlos interrupted or they said something that made you push them away. 

“No way, she deserves to have some fun after what happened with Marco.”

He placed the empty glass on the bartop and turned his attention to Liana, a frown etched into his forehead. “What happened with Marco?” 

“Oh, she should probably be the one to tell you. I thought you knew.”

A woman in a very low cut dress slipped between Liana and Carlos, interrupting their conversation as she placed a hand on his arm. “You’re that driver, right? Want to dance?”

Carlos shook his head with a polite ‘no thanks’ and brushed her hand off his, rubbing the spot on his sleeve to erase the feel of her touch. “What did he do, Lee?”

The tone left no arguing and Liana chewed her lip nervously before giving in and leaning closer so no one overheard. 

Rage burned through Carlos in a way he had never felt before. He had felt anger, sure, frustration too, but this was white hot and liquid molten in his veins, deep in his core. He was lucky that Marco wasn’t in the same city or he would surely be finding himself on the wrong side of the law at that moment.

Carlos didn’t even realise he had crossed the room until his fist bunched into the shirt of the man holding you close and he pushed the stranger away, ignoring the protests he made. 

“Carlito!” you giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Dance with me.”

Some of the fire eased as your fingers twirled the strands of hair at his nape and his hands came to rest naturally on your hips as he pulled you closer. “We have a lot of catching up to do, bomboncita.”

You looked up as the odd tone cut through your buzz and immediately knew what he knew. His own eyes were a little unfocused and you could smell the whiskey on his breath, not helping him to control his emotions. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

The air hissed between your teeth as you sucked in a breath and dipped your chin down so you didn’t have to look him in the eyes. “You would have said I told you so.”

His hand slipped away from your body and you missed the heat of it instantly but then it was cradling your throat, his thumb pushing your chin back up and forcing you to connect with his dark irises. “I told you he wasn’t good for you, he wouldn’t treat you how you deserve.”

“Carlito...” It was a familiar argument every time you had a boyfriend. He would always find reasons to dislike them.

“Listen, please, bombón,” he said as he took a step closer so every inch of his body was flush against yours. His lips brushed your cheek as he turned your head away and whispered the secret he had kept all these years. “Let me show you how you should be treated.”

Surprise filled you and you licked your dry lips at the thought of what he was implying. “Here?” you asked breathlessly and his laugh warmed your cheek.

“No, bombón,” he all but purred as he teased the column of your neck with his nose and his hands danced over the curve of your ass. “What I want to do to you…no, not here.”

His eyes narrowed at someone behind you and you turned to see it was someone you had been dancing with earlier. You couldn’t remember his name, or maybe he hadn’t even told you it, either way you had no interest in taking the drink he offered.

“Red flag, mate,” Carlos growled as he pulled you under his arm and put himself between you and the stranger. “Walk away.”

The man wisely walked away and you laughed as you stepped back into Carlos’ arms. He had held you a thousand times over your long friendship but the way he held you now, possessive and jealous, it changed everything. There was no going back to how it used to be. 

“I kind of like this new you,” you teased as you danced with him, turning in his arms and rocking your hips in time to the beat. “So commanding, Carlito, why don’t you try it on me?”

His lips cocked up in a smirk that you saw as you peeked over your shoulder and dragged his hands down your body. “Because you’ve never listen to anything I say.”

Turning to face him, you looped your arms around his neck and brushed your lips softly over his before you could change your mind. “Maybe you just never said what I wanted to hear.”

Carlos swallowed as he saw your pupils dilate with lust and the thin material of your dress did little to hide the fact you wore no bra beneath it, your peaked nipples begging him to take them in his mouth. “We need to leave,” he groaned as he squeezed your ass and bit his lip, “before I get us both into a lot of trouble.”

You barely remembered to thank Liana for dropping you off at home. You barely remembered the drive when every ounce of your brain capacity was spent trying to behave yourself while you sat on Carlos’ lap. You tried to keep still on the corners but you felt his hard length beneath you with each turn and squirm.

It seemed to take forever for Liana to finally pull into your driveway and your foot tapped the tile floor impatiently while she drove off and you slapped the button on the wall to close the gates. You didn’t wait to see them close as Carlos’ lips were on yours and his feet led the way blindly through your home. 

Your bed was a mess. You hadn’t planned on bringing a stranger back to your place, but Carlos was no stranger, in fact, he knew you better than anyone ever could or would. He smiled knowingly as he laid you down on the sheets, kneeling between your legs as they parted for him.

His shirt had been abandoned somewhere on the stairs, your dress along the hallway, his trousers at the foot of your bed. You had seen him in this state of undress before, when you would sneak out as teenagers and go for midnight swims in the bay, but the moonlight had left the memory faded. In the light of your room, his skin glowed and shadows highlighted the dips of his defined muscles that lined his body. It was like seeing him in colour for the very first time.

“Are you okay, bombón?” he asked as his fingers danced down your legs lightly, tickling your skin and leaving goosebumps behind until he reached your heels. His thick fingers shouldn’t have been able to remove the delicate clasps so gracefully but he eased each shoe off before massaging the aching soles of your feet. “You look like you are thinking too hard.”

“I am thinking you are going way too slow,” you teased. His thumb hit the right spot in your arch and a moan parted your lips while he chuckled at your reaction.

“I told you, princesa, I’m going to show you how you deserve to be treated.” Tantilisingly slowly, he massaged his way up your legs, devoting his time to your relaxation until you were putty in his hands. Your legs were trembling in anticipation when his thumbs finally reached the laced edge of your panties and he let out an unsteady breath at the damp patch darkening the material. You lifted your hips for him as he hooked his fingers into the waistband and dragged them down your legs. “I want to taste you, princesa.”

“Please, Carlos,” you begged as he licked his full lips enticingly.

You recognised the look in his eyes, the one that told you to be patient and the groan that had been building morphed into a gasp when he grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his thigh. The pressure was teasing and you rocked your hips wanting more as he blanketed you with his body and sealed his lips around your breast. 

“Fuck,” you moaned as his tongue flicked over your nipple, sending bolts of lightning to your core as you tightened your legs around his thigh and combed your fingers into his hair. “Oh god, do that again.”

He was more than happy to follow your command and you felt like your body would ignite beneath him. He sensed the change in your body as your breathing laboured and a sweat broke out across your skin. “Not yet,” he warned as he kissed his way up your neck and captured your lips in a blistering kiss. “I want to taste you when you come, princesa.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you shamelessly rode his thigh, the pressure building. “Then you better hurry up.”

A whimper escaped with the disappearance of his leg but when you opened your eyes you were struck by his dark ones, watching you watch him make his way down your body. You sucked in a sharp breath as you felt him blow a cold breeze over your skin and you shivered as he warmed it again with his tongue. 

“I’m starting to think you get off on teasing me,” you whispered with a strained voice. 

“I simply get off on you,” he replied just as quietly.

The questions you had were erased with the leisurely stroke of his tongue, tasting you for the first time. He hummed at the reward he had earned with his teasing and his fingers gripped your thighs tighter as he held you spread open for him to devour. 

The room filled with the sweet sounds that clawed from your throat as your head swum and your legs quivered. The salacious song grew louder when Carlos curled one finger into your cunt, then two. He pumped his digits as his tongue circled your clit and together they threw you over the edge and you came with undulating waves that rocked your body against his lips.

“Carlito…” you panted as he lapped at your dripping folds, indulging in the decadence he had been craving for years.

“I love you,” he admitted as he rose above you.

You reached for his face, your thumb tracing the shape of his swollen lips that were still shiny with your arousal. “I love you too.”

“No more red flags,” he said as he lined himself with your entrance. “You’re mine, princesa.”

“I’m yours,” you echoed as you pulled his face to yours and sealed the promise with a kiss.

“You always have been.”

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[derekhighwaytf]

InstaCub

I loved the Cha Cha Room.  It was as exclusive as it was expensive, but hey that’s the price you pay when you’re a social media sensation.  Being Trey, the sexy instagram model wasn’t without its downsides, however.  The worst thing was when guys who should’ve known that someone of my caliber wouldn’t be interested in them tried to hit on me.  Sure, I fucked my fans regularly, but only the ones that shared my dedication to beauty.  I couldn’t help that I was born gorgeous.

My entourage, an aesthetically curated group of other models (all only slightly less attractive than myself) walked into the Cha Cha Room, ready to be gawked at, each of us oozing beauty and charisma. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, their eyes filled with awe, desire, and, my favorite, envy.

But amongst that sea, there was one guy that forced me to do a double take.  Doug, rounder and balder than anyone else, didn't fit the usual demographic that came to Cha Cha. It was a mystery how he must’ve slipped his way in when security wasn’t looking, because there was no chance they’d ever willingly allow someone who looked like that to enter such exclusive premises.  And, to make matters worse, when he caught me staring at his odd appearance, he began to make his way toward me, a small, devious smile playing on his lips.

"Can I buy you a drink?," he asked.  I raised an eyebrow, my lips curling into a smirk.  Sure, he was far beneath my standards, but I loved teasing my inferiors, especially when it comes with a free drink.  "Well, aren't you a sweetheart," I replied, trying to hide my disdain for his smelly, musky demeanor.

As we talked and I pretended to listen, he must’ve farted at least three times, but I wanted to be nice, so I held my breath and counted the seconds till I could rejoin my way cooler group of friends.  However, when Doug began flirting, I couldn’t help it.  A chuckle bubbled up from my chest and I shook my head, saying "Doug, was it?  No amount of drinks in this club could make me think you're anything but fat, smelly, and bald."

“And what’s wrong with that?” he said earnestly.  “This is a bar for fat, smelly, bald guys after all.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.  Just as the words escaped my lips, I noticed something strange. As my eyes scanned the crowd, I realized that everyone, even my formerly flawless friends, looked just like Doug. They’d grown beards, their hair on their head was gone, and they all had guts the size of bowling balls.  I felt a chill run down my spine as I started to walk away.

“I must be in the wrong place.  I don’t belong here,” I said, just barely missing the door.  But before I could free myself from this hellhole, Doug stopped me and said, “Yes you do.  I think you fit in perfectly.”

Suddenly, my Gucci shirt felt tight around my midsection, and my once firm arms now felt doughy. As I turned to leave, a full-length mirror on the wall revealed a shocking transformation.   I reached up and where once were lush and thick chestnut locks, was now greeted the cold, bare skin of a rapidly receding hairline, retreating with alarming speed, creating an expanding dome of skin I’d never seen before.

Clumps of my hair began to detach themselves from my scalp, falling gently to the club floor. Each strand felt like a piece of my identity, a piece of Trey, falling away to reveal the bald truth underneath. I watched in frozen terror, feeling each follicle detach until all that remained was nothing but a smooth, shiny surface. I was as bald as an egg.

And then I farted.

Pffffffft.

I was disgusted with myself for only a moment, until I started to let a hearty chuckle much deeper than my old voice.

I looked in the mirror again, my face so much more different than it was ten minutes ago—familiar, but not the one I had painstakingly maintained for the world to admire. Suddenly, the world seemed to shift as a flood of memories washed over me. I wasn't Trey, the Instagram sensation. I was Tom, a twenty-something, bald, overweight man who didn’t shower, farted every five minutes, and fucked anyone who’d have me.  This was my bar and I was gonna make sure all my fellow cubs had a good time

As the rock music blared and the crowd at Tommy’s Den started to become increasingly alluring to me, I was suddenly hit with a wave of unfulfilled desire, a need for cock.  So I pulled Doug aside to the bathroom and…well you can guess what happened next.

I was Tom now, and, honestly, my life was so much better…

Pffffffffft.

#bald #bald tf #male transformation #tf #gay tf #mental change #tf story #twink to bear #bear tf #bearification

[celestialspecial]

I Still Do

Thank you for 700 followers!!!! You guys rock- thank you for making me realize how much I love writing and being so loving and supportive of my work.

*places a kiss on each of your foreheads*

18+/Sexy timesss

The book lay heavily in your hands. Thick cardstock and glossy full color pages bursting to life with each page turned.

You’d sprung for the fancy package, because why not? A matte black hard cover with gold embossing delicately scribbled across the front in some fancy schmancy font that one would usually associate with wedding invitations.

Those days had passed and they’d been fun enough. The planning, the excitement but while your friends had ooed and awwed over floral arrangements and cake choices you instead looked forward to other things.

A future with the man of your dreams. While you did find yourself giggling and joking with them about the trials and tribulations of marriage, it felt different. It felt right. 

A lightness and a rightness in saying ‘yes’ to him.

That had been years ago and while, yes, there were some rough days. Some highs and lows. It still felt easy. Even those winding roads and unexpected things felt easy to navigate by his side.

Lately work had been consuming Billy’s every waking moment. Days chock full of meeting after meeting. Paperwork, spreadsheets, traveling, the whole gamut.

Even now as you peered around the corner into your bedroom he sat on the edge of the bed, laptop opened and furious typing filled the room.

His eyes roamed over the screen and a small wrinkle formed between his brows as he scowled at what was before him. You stood there peeking in on him, the book now behind your back, as you watched him.

His eyes never left the screen as he continued typing but his voice rang out, startling you a bit.

“Are you gonna stand there and hide or are you gonna come and save me from writing out another god forsaken email?” 

You couldn’t help the chuckle that rushed past your lips.

“I’m out of view! How the heck did you see me?” His eyes still remained on the laptop but you noticed the way the corner of his mouth quirked up.

“I can hear you.”

“I was being quiet.”

“Quiet as a bulldozer.” You made a huff in faux anger as you walked over to the edge where he sat.

“That’s what I get for marrying a marine I guess.” 

At that Billy’s eyes did leave the email he was angrily pounding out to look up at you. Hand reaching out and softly running the back along your jaw.

The sensation tickled and sparked something in the pit of your stomach. His dark eyes darted to the side then back to you.

“What’s behind your back.”

“Put away the laptop and I might show you.” 

You’d never seen a work device shut and tossed aside so quickly. He grinned up at you, patting the bed next to him, smoothing a few wrinkles out of the duvet cover.

Coaxing yourself onto the mattress and pulling one leg to cross the other you quickly pulled the book around, holding it tight to your chest. Only the blank back cover showing.

He raised a brow, curiously inspecting the mysterious item. Waiting for you to proceed.

“I hate to the be the person on the receiving end of what sounded like a scathing email you were typing out.”

“Some people don’t understand gentle nudges.”

“You’ve been working really hard recently.” At that his interest in the book cooled as he looked briefly away, running his fingers through the dark locks on his head.

His hair had grown out longer, and his usual scruff was slowly morphing into a full beard. He’d barely had any time to eat let alone go to the barber.

It was unlike him. You joked that he was vain, but was there really anything wrong with wanting to keep up one’s appearance? Especially when one was the CEO of a booming corporation.

“I have, but I promise I’m going to start delegating more. It’s just these new recruits are all green and I can’t afford to have any mistakes. And I-“ he paused taking in your sympathetic face.

“And I don’t want to talk about. I’m here with you right now.” The grin returned to his face as a finger reached out and he tapped against the back of the book. “And I want to know what this is.”

Your grin turned feline, allowing the top of the book to drop down so he could grasp one end.

Billy’s eyes ran over the front cover, zipping back and forth before darting up to yours. His lips had parted ever so slightly and you could practically hear the gears turning in his head.

“Is this…what I think it is?” 

“Well if you already know I guess you don’t have to look at it then.” You moved to take the book back but his grip held firm, tightening against the spine.

He pulled it another inch closer to him.

“You’re gonna be in big trouble if you don’t let me look.”

“Why do I feel like I’m already in big trouble?” 

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and you could see his resolve starting to melt away. A hungry look began to grow in his eyes, fixated on the cover.

It was too good and part of you wanted to drag it out longer but your poor husband. He was practically aching to look, so you let your hand drop and he immediately pulled the book into his lap and flipped open to the first page.

Then the second. The third. The fourth. With each page turning you could watch the lust seem to grow brighter and brighter in his eyes. 

His breathing turned shallow and the tips of his ears had begun to turn the slightest shade of pink. After a long drawn out moment he spoke,

“When did you have this done?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” His hand shot out and grabbed ahold of your wrist. Tight and unyielding, until his thumb began to brush over your own heated skin.

“I think…you’d better tell me.” 

He flipped to another page, then another. 

“This one….this…God-“ he cut off, fingers drifting over the paper before him, twitching as they held the page between his thumb and forefinger. 

Of course he’d focused in on that one. Not that you weren’t watching him now slowly losing it as he took in photo after photo of you.

A girlfriend had mentioned getting boudoir photos done before her wedding and there sparked an idea in your head.

Sure you two weren’t newly married, the honeymoon phase gone years ago. And yet the flame burned just as bright between the two of you. 

There wasn’t a freckle, divet, or curve on you he hadn’t seen. Not a crease or mole he couldn’t place and yet as he devoured the photos from your own boudoir shoot it was as if it was all brand new.

The traditional lingerie shots had been fun, Lacey numbers that had way too many straps but looked gorgeous on camera.

A few of you surrounded by books, a white button up haphazardly falling off your shoulder as you held a book in your hands, a steamy romance novel. Eyeglasses dangling from your mouth.

The one he stopped on had been you, on your bed, Billy’s suit jacket draped over your shoulders. Covering enough, a satin thong sat on your thighs and you had one of his work ties pulled between your legs.

Your face, one of ecstasy, and you remember taking the shot and half telling the photographer not to leave it in. It had felt so raw and your cheeks turned pink when you’d seen it on their camera.

You remembered the thoughts you’d had to conjure up to make that face. Billy’s face pressed between your thighs, his moans drowning out your cries. 

Billy beside you now, seemed to be humming with energy. He wasn’t physically shaking but you could see him nearly hanging on as his eyes scanned over each and every page.

After he’d consumed the entire book, and gone back about three times, he landed again on the tie picture. 

Before you could ask if he liked it, a thought that felt silly and yet you’d never given a gift like this before. He was up and at the dresser, rifling through one of the drawers until he came away with a dark navy tie in hand.

“Was this it?” He asked, holding the swath of fabric. How he’d examined the image with the accuracy and precision only a marine could, of course he knew exactly which tie you’d used. 

Your mouth barely open as you nodded. Not a split second and he was before you, knees bumping against yours as he held the item of clothing out, draping it around your neck and leaning in.

Fingers grasped your chin holding it in place as he lowered his eyes to meet yours.

“Recreate it.”

“W-what?” You couldn’t help the stammer that had escaped you.

“This picture. I want to see what it looked like, in real life.” You laughed at that.

“Billy-“ but you could tell from the way he was looking at you, a hunger so divine and untainted that you felt a shiver slither its way up your back. Heat pooling between your legs as his grip tightened ever so slightly on your chin.

Realizing you were the instigator of this situation your hands pulled the loose t shirt you were wearing off, tossing it to the side. Followed by your pajama shorts and socks.

You turned away from him to unclasp your bralette, “I’m gonna need your suit-“ but as you looked back around he was standing there holding one of his dark suit jackets out to you.

One hand over your chest and sticking your tongue out at him before pulling it over your shoulders. Glancing at the lining you realized this was the very same jacket from the photo.

“How did you..”

“It’s one of my custom tailored pieces.” You were still facing away from him but you felt his hot breath by your ear as his hand slid down the back of the fine material, giving your rear a squeeze in the process.

You squeaked at that before realizing. The underwear. You didn’t have them anymore. The dryer decided to eat them, tearing the satin fabric and creating quiet a mess to clean from the filter for you.

“I don’t have the thong anymore.”

His hands roamed over your back and along your waist, kneading at your sides as he let his head rest in the crook of your shoulder. 

“That’s ok, do it without them.” You felt the heat bristling under your skin. Pinpricks of pleasure running just under the surface. You wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

Instead you pushed away from him, letting his jacket cover your butt as you squatted down enough to get your much less sexy underwear off. 

In your last attempt at a playful jest you tossed them over your shoulder at Billy who caught them effortlessly. A shit eating grin plastered across his face.

Letting one of the leg holes swing around his index finger playfully.

“Encore!” You shook your head at that before resuming your place on the bed as you had been on the photo shoot. 

You could feel his gaze resting heavily on you. Every part of you.

Removing the tie from around your neck, wrapping slightly around your knuckles once then on the other hand letting the silky fabric come to rest between your legs.

The cool touch of the fabric grazing against the sensitive spot between your legs made you shudder softly.

“How’s this?” You asked, begging for the silence to be broken as you watched Billy, his whole attention focused on you. 

“And make the face.” He said. A little to casually for your liking. Because of course, he wanted to see the whole scene played out.

You tried imagining the scenario again but being out on the spot, it felt so inorganic, so forced. He could tell.

“What if I helped you out?” The saliva in your mouth had fully dried up at this point. Help? “Close your eyes.”

You couldn’t stifle the halfhearted giggle you made as you said his name.

“Close.” 

You did as he said. Eyelids drifting shut, licking your lips in anticipation. Not quite sure what his intention was.

You felt the warmth of his hand closing over your ankle, rubbing soft circles on your skin.

“Do you remember when we went to the beach up in Michigan?” 

You nodded, licking your lips nervously.

“The way the breeze was..warm and inviting. And we had a cabin with our own private beach?” His hand moved up your leg to rest on the inside of your knee that was planted on the mattress.

“And when we got tired there was a patio with a hot tub overlooking the water as the sun set.” You could feel where this was going.

“And I seem to recall a few days where we didn’t even leave the bed.” He ran a finger up and down your thigh, depthless eyes looking up at you. Oh he was wicked.

“The way the sheets would get all tangled up and I could smell the fresh air in your hair. Feel the heat on your skin where the sun kissed you a little too much. How your lips tasted-“

The need swirling around in your stomach and that desperate desire to feel him inside you started to fire within every nerve. 

“How did my lips taste, Billy?”

“Which ones?” His hand didn’t rise higher to where you needed him, but you were dying for contact, friction, anything.

Two could play at this game. Pulling the tie up tighter between your legs, not even feeling guilty for the gasp that left your lips at the soft drag of it against your body.

Billy’s eyes watched with rapt attention. You could feel the tell tale signs of pleasure building with each glide of his tie, certain you’d need to toss the thing aside before you soaked through it.

“And when we did finally leave the bed it was only so I could bury myself so deep into you on the beach that not even the waves and wind could drown out your screams.” 

Your mouth opened in a silent moan, begging for release.

“That’s it, that’s my girl.” You didn’t need him to say it outright to know your face matched the picture. The same feelings coursing through you now were the ones you’d envisioned when taking the shot.

“Why don’t you make a mess on my tie, sweetheart?” The words had you grinding  onto the fabric, but that wasn’t what you wanted. 

It took more willpower than you’d care to admit to toss the tie aside, grabbing Billy by the shoulders and pulling him onto you as you both dropped onto the duvet and pillows.

Your mouths collide in a kiss only described as feral. Desperate to touch and taste each and every part of each others mouth. His tongue sliding against your own and you hear him groan loudly.

His hands brushing your hair away from your face, pieces caught up in the crossfire of your kiss. His palms coaxing the jacket open and running along your breasts.

Chest heaving you arch up into him to show your displeasure at his continued teasing. You can feel the hardness pressing into your thigh and you line up to grind against him fully.

The hiss he makes thrills you and is only amplified when you feel him grab a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back to expose your neck to him.

He licks a line up the column of your neck before pressing a scalding kiss to your jaw before working his way back down. 

“Torturing me with those photos.” He murmured as his lips continued to lavish along your collar bones then along the swell of your breasts.

His body settling into the cradle of your thighs and you pushed up again dying to feel his cock, hot and pulsing against you. 

“Someone is eager.” He huffed out, a smile playing across his face as his mouth continued its devilish work sucking on one of your nipples. The other under the palm of his hand. 

“Billy, I swear to god…please.” A weak plea answered with a roll of his hips against you and you felt dizzy with desire.

Your mind felt fuzzy and in that haziness you managed to free one of your arms, letting it drift between your bodies. Pressing firmly to where his pants had become unbearably tight.

The sound he made as you stroked the front of his pants sent electricity shooting up your spine. All these clothes needed off. Now. 

Any other day Billy would be even more tortuous, drawing out your pleasure but tonight after viewing that picture book he seemed in just as much a rush as you.

Fumbling over remaining clothing, ripping open buttons, unzipping and sliding out of his suit jacket eventually he was just as bare as you.

Capturing your lips in another toe curling kiss. His scent filling your nostrils and your own hands tangled up in his hair and the sheets. 

“Please please-“ you could feel him pressed against your thigh, the silky hardness so close to where you needed him.

You feel his hand caress the side of your face once more, turning your face so your eyes meet his fully. His expression is enough to undo you. Passion mixed with awe, tenderness and thrill.

And people say married life is boring.

No words need exchanged as you feel him slide home, stretching you slowly. You swear you can feel each ridge and vein on him. Forcing air into your lungs as you feel him fill you up completely.

“How’s my girl?” He asked placing a gently kiss on your temple. His body hovering just above yours.

“Good.” You say rather breathless. Mind unable to focus on anything beyond him within you. How his body seemed to melt into yours perfectly.

His hips slotted against yours and then a gentle rocking. Your eyes squeezed shut, relishing the push and pull, hips rising up to meet each arc and rock.

It’s delicious, but not enough. Faster, deeper. Your ankles cross behind his lower back, pulling him even closer to you as he grinds into you. 

Billy grunts as he begins to pick up the pace. Your body feels heated, his hot breath next to your ear, then a few open mouthed kisses to your pulse point on your neck.

Filling you up deeper and deeper. Your moans match alongside the noises he’s making. You can tell he’s close the louder he gets.

Your mouths move against one another, desperate longing. He rocks faster and faster. Claiming your mouth and body all at once.

Your orgasm snuck up on you, slowly swirling through your entire essence then you lost it all at once. 

Sweating, breathless, holding onto Billy for dear life as you said his name over and over. His hips continued their relentless sway carrying you through your bliss.

Then it was his turn to join you. Pushing off from the bed, holding you tight against his chest as he emptied himself into you. A loud groan followed by expletives and final few thrusts.

Both of you toppling off to the side, panting heavily. You moved to wipe a few pieces of sweat soaked hair from his forehead, then placing a kiss to the now clear spot.

You found yourself mesmerized by his dark lashes, watching them flutter as he took in a full breath. Cheeks no longer ruddy and red but fading to a softer pink.

The two of you laid there in silence, coming down from the post climax high. Basking in the afterglow, the only sound your breathing coming back to center.

After a moment Billy turned to you, his fingers brushing up the length of your arm.

“Thank you.”

“I’d say I got a little something out of it too.” You chuckled, running the back of your buckles over his cheek. He laughed in response.

“I meant for the book, but yes also this.” You snuggled closer to him, just enjoying being in his arms. Yes, married life was bliss.

The next morning you rolled over still groggy from sleep, a satisfied ache between your legs. Billy’s side of the bed was empty but you could hear him moving about getting ready for work.

Sounds of the coffee pot being turned on and that delicious aroma wafted in from the kitchen. A moment later you saw him standing in the doorway, anvil mug in hand as he took a sip of the fresh brew.

“I’m heading out. Coffees on. I promise not to be too late tonight” he grinned as you sleepily nodded, bed head and all. He lowered the mug and with a wave turned on his heel, the front door closing behind him.

#billy russo #ben barnes #billy russo edit #the punisher #billy russo x reader #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x female reader #the punisher fanfiction #the punisher au

[beatrixstonehill2]

"Oh god, my cock is so hard, I can't believe I'm really going to do this!" Amber said to her boyfriend of two months, Ryan

"I bet you feel incredible, I think that cock of yours has already grown a few inches..... You're rock hard all the time, too."

"It has! It feels so good having such a big, hard cock finally, like I was always meant to." She giggled, humping the comforter balled up around her growing cock. "I just.... I never knew there were guys who had, um, interests like this."

"You're not the first boy I've dated to say that. It really doesn't take much convincing, you fakegirls deep down really crave the idea of finally giving in and becoming guys."

"Mmmmm, I love the way you talk to me! It's so naughty.... I loved how even on our first date you misgendered me a few times and acted like it was an accident....."

"Well, what can I say? You don't make a very convincing girl. None of you slutty little fakegirls do, you can take all the estrogen and blockers you want. Doesn't matter how early your parents convince you to pretend you aren't a boy. You dudes are all just perverted guys secretly fantasizing about finally going through male puberty. Just look at you, hard as can be, only a month in...."

Amber rhythmically humped the bed, drooling as Ryan insulted her. "You're so right! I'm only twenty.... how could I be so dumb to think I'd ever be able to live as a girl.... When I'm around other girls I just picture them naked and imagine myself fucking them....."

"Typical. And yet you go out and date guys and get fucked in that fat ass of yours, why? To convince yourself you're really a girl? Because that's what girls do in your perverted little boy brain. They go out and get anally fucked by a new guys every night."

Amber's eyes rolled back as she came, shooting rope after rope. "This feels so divine....! I'm cumming so hard!"

"Poor thing, listening to you moan is so amusing, your voice is already dropping, though you sounded pretty boyish already. Damn just look at you. One month on testosterone and you're really starting to masculinize fast. Not that anyone would ever mistake you for a girl, but that beard you're starting to grow will help people properly identify you easier. You're gonna have to stop wearing makeup to hide it...."

"I know! But I'm so used to doing all these girly things.... and having this feminine body. I can't believe I'm really about to do this! Thank you so much for convincing me!"

"Of course. Just two more hours and we leave this hotel, the surgeon is only a block away. Remember to correct him if he doesn't refer to you as a guy."

"I will! I'm really about to have the implants daddy bought me yanked out. No more big bouncy boobs!"

"Nope, you'll have pecks like a normal guy, and don't worry, after this we'll hit the gym and get you nice and muscular. Trim all that girly fat off of you, get you ready to breed all the sexy college girls of your dreams."

"Mmmm, thank you so much for making me detrans! I wasn't into it at first but when you threw out my estrogen and told me I had to stop being a girl I knew I just had to obey! If you want you can keep my implants as a little memento...."

"Good boy, I'll put it with the others. You fakegirls love giving me those things after you don't need them anymore. They look ridiculous on you anyway.... like anybody would see those and think they make you look less like a boy playing pretend...."

"Stop.... I'm gonna cum again....."

"Well, we have two more hours. How about I give that fat ass of yours a few more spins before you get those ridiculous fake tits yanked out?"

"I'd love that.....❤️"

#detrans kink #mtftm kink #fakegirl #mtf detrans kink #misgender kink

[wannab-urs]

Build Me Up Buttercup | Ch. 6

But I love you still

Summary: Morning. Breakfast. The talk. Hot Steamy Sex. 

Warnings: MDNI | 18+ | This is actually a soft sweet chapter with very little angst. Mentions of Joel’s past trauma but nothing in depth at all. Sexy sex with accidental creampie oopsie. 

Word Count: 2.7k - i did not mean to write this much lol.

A/N: I’m really sorry it took me this long to get this out. That work trip was brutal in so many ways. Thanks for sticking around and for reading this series, it really means the world to me. I love seeing your reactions! I am so eternally grateful to @mishasminion360 for encouraging me to write in the first place, @beskarandblasters for being there every step of the way, and the entire whore home chat for listening to me bitch and moan and reading my silly little stories and everything else. Love y’all <3

You wake up to early morning sun streaming through the window, which is weird because you have blackout curtains. And there’s an arm thrown over your waist and a scruffy beard tickling your shoulder. 

You’re in Dr. Joel Miller’s bed. And you’re not even naked. 

Last night, you’d accused him of cheating on his wife with you, and in doing so, you’d brought up a 20 year old trauma that likely cut him to the bone. Sure you’d been harboring a secret crush on the guy for the whole semester, but in reality you barely knew each other. 

He owed you absolutely nothing and yet he’d bared his soul to you last night. Well, in a very Joel Miller way of doing it. Man of few words and all that. But you’d yelled at him after he rescued you from some frat boy dickhole and cuddled with you all night. Maybe you’re the asshole in this relationship… situationship… whatever it was. 

“Morning, pretty girl,” his sleep-rough voice shocks you out of your thought spiral. You roll in his arms and look into his gorgeous brown eyes. He looks content. Happy even. Not the slightest bit upset. He should be upset.

“Are you mad at me?” You ask him, still searching his face for any traces of anger, and finding none. 

“No, sweetheart, ‘m not mad at you,” he chuckles like you’re silly for asking. Joel Miller is not the asshole you thought he was… he’s a fucking saint. 

“Good morning…” you press your face into his chest, unable to make eye contact. “I feel like the biggest dick on the planet,” you mumble against him, words muffled. 

Joel slides the hand resting on your hip up your body and tucks a finger under your chin, lifting your eyes to his, “I’m not mad at you, darlin’. You didn’t know.” You breathe out a sigh of relief. He presses his lips to your forehead and then grumbles out, “Well, I’m a little upset with you, but not about our conversation last night.”

“I don’t understand.” Your brows furrow and your mouth sets into a little pout. 

“You went to a frat party, wandered off by yourself, and then had to call me to rescue you.”

You stare at him in disbelief before pushing yourself out of his arms to sit up. “I am a grown ass woman, Miller. I can go out if I want to.” Okay maybe not a saint. He’s still irritating. 

“You are. You can. But not by yourself. And don’t call me that,” he says sternly, sitting up and pressing his back against the headboard. 

“I wasn’t by myself I- actually, why the fuck do you think you have any right to tell me what I can and can’t do?” The audacity of this man. Seriously. 

“I’m not sayin’ you can’t! Just don’t like it, is all. ‘S not safe,” his stern voice takes on a note of sincerity and you can see the worry in his eyes. He’s completely right, and you don’t really want to admit that. 

“Yeah?” You climb into his lap and wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Well fuck you, Miller."

“That can be arranged, darlin’,” Joel grips your waist in his hands and jerks you toward him, your breath hitching as you feel his hard length against your clothed crotch. You grind against him, drawing a grunt from his lips. “But we’re gonna eat breakfast first.” 

He wraps his arms around your body and rolls so that you’re under him. You pout at him and he nips your protruding lower lip before getting off the bed and slinking out of the room. You stare at his retreating form in disbelief. Asshole.

“Can I take a shower?” You yell.

 “Course darlin’!”

You hear faint music start to drift through the house as you head into the bathroom, but you can’t make out the song. 

When you get out of the shower, you put Joel’s sweatpants and t-shirt back on, leaving your panties in the pile of your clothes from the party last night. You make your way to the kitchen, but you’re brought to an abrupt halt in the doorway.

Joel Miller, grumpiest man you know, has a spatula in his hand and is swaying his (admittedly cute) butt side to side to the music, quietly singing along to Baby, I’m Yours by Barbara Lewis. You stand in the doorway, not wanting him to stop singing. His voice is rough, but pleasant. He has absolutely adorable bed head, the morning light streaking through it and making the silver strands in his unruly curls shine. The old band t-shirt stretched across his broad form. God damn he’s gorgeous.

Joel flips a pancake out of the pan onto a plate already piled high with them and glances over his shoulder. “You just gonna stand there lookin’ pretty, or are you gonna come eat?” 

Your face flushes at having been caught gawking at him. “I was just enjoying the show.”

You walk over to his kitchen table and sit down in the same place you had last night. “Coffee or tea?” He asks you.

“Coffee please.” He brings you a mug and a plate with a couple pancakes stacked on it. He goes back into the kitchen to grab the syrup and you suddenly remember you need to text your friends. They probably think you got kidnapped. “Joel, where’s my phone? I need to tell Coop and Em I’m not dead.” 

He walks back to the table and sets down the syrup, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. “It’s on charge in the bedroom. Cooper called while you were in the shower, so I answered. Hope that’s okay.” 

“You answered my phone? And like spoke to Coop? Did they know who you were?” 

“Yeah. Is that okay?” He suddenly looks worried and you realize it sounds like you’re upset.

“No yeah it’s totally fine. I just know they’re actin’ a fool in the group chat with Em right now.” You’ll cross the hurdle of explaining how you got into this situation later. For now, a very pretty man made you breakfast and you’re really hungry. 

You pour some syrup onto your pancakes and take a bite. They’re the perfect amount of sweet and fluffy. “Holy shit, Joel, these are amazing! I didn’t know you could cook.” 

“Thanks. They’re Ashley’s mom’s recipe…” he gets a wistful, nostalgic look in his eye, the hint of a smile ghosting his lips. “I’m glad you like them, doll.”

As you eat, you ask him random questions. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Green.”

“Dark green or light green?”

“Dark green.”

“Do you have any siblings?”

“One. Tommy. He lives in Wyoming.”

“That’s really far away. Do you have any friends?”

“Not really. Bill and Frank are alright, I guess.”

“Wait. Bill and Frank like the Bill and Frank? The weirdo history professor who thinks Bush did 9/11 and the super hot and super not conservative art professor who are somehow together?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Just weird that of all the people to be friends with you pick the extremely crotchety old man and his lovely husband. Actually, never mind that makes sense. Do you think Bush did 9/11?”

“No.”

Once you’re both finished with breakfast, you help Joel clear the table and take the dishes to the sink. You take a deep breath and ask the question you’ve been meaning to ask all morning. You don’t want to be a what are we are girl, but he’s your professor. You lean against the little island in the center of his kitchen, folding your arms around yourself, while Joel washes the dishes. 

“Joel?” 

“Yeah, darlin’?” 

“If we’re gonna do this… whatever this is…” You trail off and take a deep breath. “How does this work, with you being my professor?” There. You did it. Now he’s going to tell you that you can’t do this and this isn’t anything. 

Joel sighs and grabs a dish towel to dry his hands. He steps into your space, grabbing your hands and wrapping your arms around his waist before bringing his hands to cup your cheeks. “Baby doll, I don’t know about you, but I’m startin’ to think this could be something. And if you feel the same way…”

“I do!” You give him a reassuring squeeze. “I want this. Us.”

“Then we’ll keep it quiet for a few more weeks, you’ll graduate, and we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it. How’s that sound?” You giggle at his phrasing and bury your face in his chest, squeezing him tight. He envelops you in his arms and you stand in his kitchen, hugging each other and soaking in the warm feeling.

“Darlin?”

You look up at Joel and he kisses you.You part your lips and he deepens the kiss, licking into your mouth. Joel’s kisses are all consuming. You’re getting addicted to the feeling of his mouth on yours - the way his lips are slightly chapped, the way his beard and mustache tickle your face, the way it feels like he’s pouring a piece of his soul into you for safe keeping. Your heart swells with it. You dig your fingers into his shoulder blades, pulling him closer to you. You can’t get him close enough to you.

He grabs your waist with his hands and lifts you onto the countertop without breaking the kiss, stepping into the space between your thighs. You tangle the hair at the nape of his neck in your fingers and he groans into your mouth. 

His hands slide to the waistband of your borrowed sweats and he slides them down your legs, finally breaking away from your lips to toss them on the ground behind him. “No underwear? Dirty girl.” He slips back between your legs and your shirt quickly joins your sweatpants. 

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” Joel pants into your ear. He presses his lips to yours again and pulls you to the very edge of the counter top. “Lay back, darlin’. I’ve been dying to get my mouth on you.” 

You lean back onto your forearms and your breath hitches as he digs his fingertips into your thighs, spreading them apart. He presses his nose into your clit and inhales deeply. “You smell sweeter than maple syrup, baby doll.” He buries his tongue in your opening, swirling it around before licking a stripe up to your clit. “Taste better too.” He sucks your clit into his mouth, nudging it over and over with his tongue and drawing a deep moan from your throat. 

“Fuck, Joel, feels so good.” Your head drops back and you grind against his face as you feel yourself getting close. “Gonna come, Joel,” you whimper. He speeds up his tongue on your clit and slips a finger inside your tight heat. The combination of him pressing against the soft, sensitive spot inside you and a hard suck on your clit sends you over the edge. You cry out his name as you come, walls fluttering around his finger rapidly.

Before you’ve even come down from your world shattering orgasm, he’s wrapping your thighs around his waist and picking you up off the counter. He locks his mouth with yours and you taste yourself on him, smell yourself on his facial hair, and fuck that’s hot. He makes it as far as the hallway before he’s pressing you up against the wall and kissing you stupid again. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth and lightly graze it with your teeth. He groans and tightens his grip on you, heading to the bedroom again. 

“You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me baby,” he says, laying you gently on the bed and crawling on top of you, settling his still sweatpants covered but very visible cock against your dripping pussy and grinding into you. You whimper at the contact on your over stimulated clit.

“You’re gonna kill me if you don’t take your - fuck,” grinds down into you again “your fucking clothes off and fuck me, Miller,” you get out through gritted teeth. 

“Can’t have that now, darlin’,” Joel chuckles and stands up, finally stripping his pants and shirt off. And holy shit. You hadn’t exactly forgotten how big he is, that would be hard to forget. But it’s just as stunning the second time as the first. He really is beautiful. His skin is golden and lightly freckled. His broad chest and big arms are slightly contrasted with a cute little belly. A trail of dark hair runs from his navel down into soft curls around the base of his gorgeously flushed cock. God damn you want that cock inside you. 

“Please,” you whine. 

“Of course, darlin’,” Joel settles back on top of you and nestles the head of his cock against your entrance. “Oh, and don’t call me Miller.” He thrusts inside of you in one long, slow stroke, making you scream out in pleasure and the smallest bit of pain at the stretch.

“Joel, you’re so fucking big oh my god,” your walls flutter around him, trying to get used to the way he fills you up so completely. 

“I know baby, you can take it.” He waits until he sees no more traces of comfort in your face, then he retreats and pushes forward at that same slow pace. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. Squeezing my cock so good. You’re fucking perfect, baby, so fucking good for me.”

You keen at the praise, lifting your hips to meet him as he thrusts into you. No one has ever filled you up so completely before. No one has ever hit that spot deep inside you that makes you choke on your own moans. 

“Please, Joel,” you beg him. You want more of him, somehow. He is everything and you need more. 

“Please what darlin’?” Joel rolls his hips into you harder on the second word and you realize what you want.

“Harder, Joel. Fuck me harder!” He complies immediately, sitting back on his haunches and grabbing your hips for leverage. He thrusts into you hard and fast, pulling you into him. Your body goes limp and you can’t do anything but take him. You think he’s hitting your cervix. You can’t really think anymore. A stream of choked moans and half sobs fall from your lips. 

Joel looks like a god above you. His powerful biceps flex with every pull of your body into him. A sheen of sweat on his body makes him glow in the mid morning sun. His curls are damp, a few pressed to his forehead. His face is set in determined focus. You’re going to come again. You can feel the coil of pleasure in your stomach about to snap and he hasn’t even touched your clit. 

Like he can read your mind, he starts rolling his hips at the end of each thrust, grinding into your clit.

“Joel! Fuck! I’m com- I-” You can’t get the words out as your cunt clenches around him hard. All your senses black out except for touch. You feel him inside you, all around you, running through your veins, making your whole body shake as you come harder than you ever have in your life. 

“That’s a good girl. Come on my cock, pretty girl. So good for me. Fuck!” Joel’s praise washes over you and you feel absolutely euphoric. He buries himself deep inside you and you feel him twitch inside you over and over, cum leaking out around him and down your thighs. Joel falls forward, catching himself on his forearms and dropping his forehead to yours. You both take several deep shuddering breaths, coming down from your highs. 

“Fuck. Fuck baby I’m sorry, I couldn’t stop,” Joel half whispers. He slips out of you and climbs off the bed and you whimper pathetically at the loss of him. He’s back moments later, wiping you clean with his t-shirt. 

“IUD,” you murmur, still too fucked out for full sentences. Joel looks confused for a second before he lays down beside you and pulls you into his arms. 

“You have an IUD?” You nod and snuggle even closer to him. “Thank fuck.”

You giggle at him and press a kiss to his chest before drifting off to sleep in his arms.

A/N2: I have an idea floating in my head for an epilogue so that may come along at some point, but I’m not gonna promise anything lol. They live happily ever after, though, obviously. 

Tag List: @beskarandblasters, @cutesyscreenname, @atinylittlepain, @wednesdayday, @whoiscaroline, @goldenhxurs, @northernwindd, @djarinxore, @worhols, @amanitacowboy, @silkiers, @4ueijos, @livinxdeadxgrl, @chknikkbxss, @thepriceofpepper, @lexic-22, @sunshinebtrfly, @ccelinea, @harriedandharassed, @leeeesahhh, @suzmagine, @strang3lov3, @thereaperisabitch

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[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ STREAMS AND SUCH / part one always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

'what if we simply posted the child through the window again?'

'it's not a sexy book!'

'you're thinking of the other roger. he's also called roger.'

'you're interacting with that guy's junk at the moment.'

'i've always thought that horses hooves sound like they're saying 'tip-of-the-butt'.'

'to be fair, if i saw a horse i wouldn't try to go up and ride it.'

'ooh, i've got an idea. ow! that's not part of the idea!'

'i'm going to kick him into the sea.'

'you shouldn't put this many corpses - or any corpses really - in the river.'

'i've put him through a lot this week.'

'can't wait to see how i solve this.'

'calm down baby, have a cold green mountain iced tea.'

'thank you silenced pistol, i love you.'

'let's have a coffee about it.'

'well, we're alive. which is more than i can say for him.'

'fuck-a-doodle-dandy!'

'stupid trolley problem!'

'just wondering if i can shoot the door button.'

'so sorry about what happened to you, thank you for the keycard, byeeee!'

'let's just jump over the flame— or not! or not, okay, let's not jump over the flame.'

'am i some form of robot? or was i grown in a vat?'

'that's just a waste of perfectly good gas. or fire.'

'sorry i missed you there. i was calling a video game alien a twat.'

'fuck off, you little bastard.'

'that was horrible! fuck off lads!'

'the important thing is i did not panic.'

'i'm going to hide in a bush.'

'i can handle it mostly, but not while fighting a psychic monster.'

'please stop being homeless!'

'why is a tent inoperative?!'

'that really genuinely tugs my beard.'

'waiting for green tea is my favourite absurdist play.'

'was it while i was joking about service bottom fetish game?'

'i know you caught something. it's all floppy and wet.'

'it's not them i'm worried about. it's the monsters in the bloody deep that i'm concerned with.'

'not too close to the sun, icarus!'

'if we're gonna panic, we may as well panic rich.'

'that feels trans as fuck.'

'this is a lot of wine for just a civilian house.'

'there's a bigger more windmill-y looking windmill over there.'

'what is wrong with you?!'

'that's his swan song? his death throes?'

'i'd use the clock tower to orient myself but it fell down.'

'simply follow the shouting.'

'this pearl necklace is covered in poo.'

'i mean, i don't know. i'm guessing.'

'maybe... maybe a grenade.'

'i'm being outsmarted by a creature with a brain the size of a pea.'

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[28dayslater]

good evening to you all and welcome to cockmojo where tonight we will be counting down my personal top ten terror cocks

those unaffiliated with footyblr may be unfamiliar with the term cock as it’s being used here: all will become clear in time

special mention before we start to the netsilik hunter (sexy man, deserved a name and some screentime) james clark ross but only in the first episode when he’s all rugged and his beard’s grown out, and mr blanky, who, much like knife dad, fuccs like a broken train but he runs on time if you know what i mean

in a very respectable tenth place finish, billy gibson. i didn’t see the vision until 1. it was pointed out to me that he looks a lot like pau torres, who is himself very cockable, and 2. i rewatched the scene where he breaks up with hickey. known shagger, massive hater, a very pointy nose, he’s scraped a place on this list.

a surprise entry at ninth is john irving. inarguably cute in a sort of late 2000s british indie band bassist way, and while i’m not sure i could fix him (he probably needs a man for that) i do think i would have fun trying. ultimately he’s not higher because he’s kind of annoying and his eyebrows piss me off.

representing the dilves at eighth is doctor macdonald. he’s entrancing to me he has this vibe of like gentle paternal indulgence... like even if you were annoying he’d be very fond of you. and i need that. when he said “i’d like to run that man through” and rubbed his eyes and looked so tired, i really felt something. the crow’s feet, the widow’s peak, the hair, yes!!

doing it for the feminists, in seventh we have harry goodsir. the loveliest guy on the expedition until he goes nastymode, and i’m fully on board with both versions. this picture was chosen for a reason and it’s bc his long curly hair full beard miserable expression era was simply unbeatable. unfortunately, and this is maybe the most insane thing i’ve ever said about a man, or at least top ten, when his half eaten corpse was laid out face down, and it had noticeable back hair, i got the ick. just to add insult to injury :/

i’m as surprised as you are that he’s not higher, number six, james fitzjames! he is my pretty pretty princess. nails, hair, hips, heels. high femme queen in his cunty little outfits ordering the men around. i want to brush his hair, one hundred strokes minimum. i think this is less sexual than some others on this list, it’s more appreciation. but my god do i appreciate him.

stay alive, number five, it’s thomas jopson. most beautiful haunted doll in the arctic, but that pretty face is covering up a seriously compelling #WeirdGuy underneath. all the shiny hair in the world can’t hide an obsession with his boss that in the modern era would be getting him a very serious meeting with HR. what a character, servicetopson you rock my world. but at the end of the day he loses points because i hate the beard. garrigan looks great with a beard in other stuff, i really don’t know why the scurvybeard was so foul. terror hair and makeup department GET IT TOGETHER. 

number phwoar, henry collins is here! he’s big he’s sweet he’s deeply mentally unstable he needs a cuddle and we’ve all seen that gif of him in aliens. would love to make him a really nice cup of tea (seems like a two sugars man), pet his hair as he rests his head in my lap, then fuck up my hip flexors. 

and now... we enter our top three. who’s made it to the prestigious cock podium?

first up, the winner of our bronze cock medal, which presumably he’ll be flogging for an unreasonable price to someone he’s assured it’s solid gold, “cornelius hickey”! people will bitch and moan about how he’s a violent lunatic who’s killed people like i’m not a cuti romero stan 🙄 i can see beyond that, my third eye is firmly open. the potential for a fun toxic relationship is absolutely off the charts bc that’s the only kind he has. and he’s very pretty when he cries. i can forgive a lot of crimes for a man whose nose entrances me.

in second place, such a close runner up, i have to award this honour to edward little. a pedestrian choice, you might think, if you don’t know the lore. i couldn’t fully explain my feelings towards this secondary character who’s not especially exciting on first watch when i started the show until i googled his actor... although i lacked the words to express this at the time i was cocking this man when i was 13 and he first appeared in misfits with a stupid neck tattoo and a horrible suit, and i cock him again now. this is a cock that’s followed me all my life, even though i forgot he existed for about a decade in between. who else can truly say they’ve EARNED a spot on my list like he has? he’s sad, he’s sopping wet, i could make him cry extremely easily. mwah

and finally...

number one. it had to be him, it was always going to be him. solomon tozer, take a bow and i’ll take ten cranberry pills. sol is thee top cock for so many reasons and chief among them is versatility. whatever you need he can be it. handsome soldier boy in a fancy red uniform that shows off his trim little waist? COCK! hostile violent mutineer throwing his life away in a rebellion? COCK! broken man inducted into a cult who cries about it? COCK!!! sexiest man in the damn arctic i know he was beating the boys off with a stick. there is a certain level of sexiness a man can reach where nothing he does is an ick, and i knew he’d reached that for me once i saw him in that insanely stupid hat at sir john’s funeral and didn’t give a fuck. call him tom jones the way he can leave his hat on. keep thotting it up in heaven/hell king i miss you every day. i know it was huge. my heart hurts.

#the terror #thank you so much to allie rafamirs for the concept of cockmojo. changed my life

[phantomfox9]

Beacon Hills Halloween

Finale/Part 3: Derek

Derek didn’t know why he was doing this. Actually, that’s not true. The reason was Stiles. It always seemed to be Stiles these days. Derek loved him, but the spaz could be such a headache. In this case, the human wanted Derek to dress up for the pack’s Halloween party tonight. Derek was going to refuse, but seeing the hopeful and excited expression on his boyfriend’s face made him cave.

Except now looking at the “Total Dork” costume that Stiles had purchased for him from the pop-up Halloween story, he was already having second thoughts. He still didn’t know why Stiles had picked this costume for him. When he’d asked, the younger man had said he thought Derek would look hot wearing glasses. “Like a sexy book nerd,” he’d said, trying to be flirty. Derek had just rolled his eyes, he doubted anyone would believe him to be a nerd. Yes he did like to read, but with his muscular physique and grown out beard, he hardly looked like the typical dork. Certainly not like the guy on the front of the costume bag. The stereotypical scrawny nerd, with large glasses and dorky clothes.

Derek sighed as he stripped off his clothes and started putting on the individual parts of the costume. It consisted of a pair of pants, a button-up shirt, a sweater vest, a tweaked jacket, and an ugly tie. To top it all off, a large pair of glasses to cement the nerdy look.

Derek sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked ridiculous. The clothes barely fit over his large frame, and his beard didn’t fit with the look at all. “Stiles better appreciate this,” he thought.

He left his bedroom to go show his boyfriend how silly he looked, preparing for the inevitable laughter. Except curiously, he was met with an empty loft. Investigating, he found a note from Stiles, saying that he had gone home to change and get ready for tonight, and that he’d meet Derek at the party.

Derek sighed, wondering what he was gonna do for the next couple of hours. He went back to his room and started looking through his bookshelf for something to read. He cringed internally when he realized that maybe Stiles had been right to choose this costume. Maybe he really was a book nerd after all.

After finding a book to read, he was just about to leave the room when he noticed that the clothes he’d been wearing earlier were now in the costume bag. But he put them in the bag? Didn’t he? It was just to keep everything tidy? Right? Derek looked at the bag a little more closely and became even more confused. The nerd on the cover now sported a big bushy beard. “What the hell? Did he have that before? How could I miss that?” Derek wondered. He stroked his chin, deep in thought, before freezing. His hand was stroking smooth skin! Not thick hair! He quickly rushed over to the nearest mirror and gaped at his clean shaven face. What happened to his beard?! Derek panicked for a few moments before shaking his head.

What was he even worried about? He didn’t have a beard? Matter of fact, he couldn’t even grow a beard, no matter how hard he tried. Not like the guy on the costume bag, with his big, bushy lumberjack beard. Derek couldn’t help but feel a little envious. Why did he think he should have a beard like that? What a weird thought? Derek chuckled to himself before leaving his room.

He sat down on the couch in the main area of the loft, and started getting acquainted with his book. He managed to read a couple chapters, before he started getting bored. He decided to look for something to watch on his newly purchased tv (Another example of Derek caving to Stiles’ wishes). As he’s searched for something good to watch, maybe a nice documentary, he came across a Star Trek marathon. “Oh Awesome! I love this show!” Derek said excitedly.

He then frowned, where the hell did that come from? He’d never even watched Star Trek before? Still, he’d already selected it, and it did look interesting enough. Captain Picard and his crew were battling against a society of warmongering aliens in an epic spaceship fight. Derek found himself getting quickly absorbed in the episode, and then the next, and then the next.

Derek didn’t even realize that as he was watching, the costume he was wearing became more and more comfortable. The costume no longer felt tight and constricting. Not because the clothes had stretched, but because Derek’s muscles were shrinking. With every passing minute, the werewolf lost more muscle mass. His bulging biceps turned scrawny, his beefy pecs flattened out, his six pack became a smooth tummy. The large bulge that had been straining against the front of the tight pants, grew smaller and smaller until it was barely noticeable. Before long, the formerly tight clothes fit the werewolf perfectly, and the once large and intimidating man who had initially sat down on the couch was gone. He had been replaced by a skinnier and smaller man, who looked like he’d never worked out a day in his life. Derek, who was still oblivious to his changes, jumped up when he’d realized what had happened.

“Oh Geez! I totally got sidetracked! What time is it?!” he worried. He didn’t want to be late to the party! After checking the time on his phone he sighed, “Phew, still another hour before I have to leave.” He got up and started walking around the loft trying to find what else he could do to pass the time. He didn’t want to risk getting absorbed in the Star Trek marathon again.

He didn’t even notice that as he walked throughout the loft, his footfalls weren’t nearly as loud as they used to be. His impressive size and weight used to send deep rumbles and vibrations across the floor with every step. Now each step sounded light as a feather, as the shorter man made his way back into his bedroom.

Once there, Derek found his attention once again drawn towards the costume bag sitting on his bed. It had changed again. Now the former bearded “dork,” if he could even still be called that, had been replaced by a tall and imposing man. You could tell that the bearded man was ripped, as the nerdy clothes he was wearing looked painted on. Derek chuckled, what a weird model to pick for a dork costume?

Still, Derek wished he looked as sexy as that guy. He flexed his own bicep and sighed at the tiny bulge that appeared from his tweed covered sleeve. Derek laughed to himself and gave a shrug, “Guess lifting books isn’t the same as lifting weights,” he thought.

He glanced over to the bedside end table, where Stiles had left some of his comic books. Apparently, they were comic books centered around Wolverine. Or at least that’s what he thought Stiles had told him. He hadn’t really been listening at the time.

Derek, suddenly more curious about the comic books than he was when Stiles first showed them to him, picked up the first one and started flipping through it. He quickly became invested in the complex and interesting storylines, and the amazing comic book artwork. He found himself jealous of the brooding superhero. “He’s so cool,” Derek thought, “I wish I had powers like that! That would be so awesome!”

The man was so absorbed by the comics that he didn’t even notice his connection to his inner wolf fading away, piece by piece, until he was left just an ordinary human. “Golly! I wish I could stay and finish reading these, but I've got to get to the Halloween party,” the now fully human Derek smiled.

As he got up to leave, he found himself looking at the costume bag one more time. The man on the cover had changed one final time. Where there was once a scrawny and dorky nerd, there was now a large man. He had a thick beard, and a deep scowl. The man also had red eyes, along with fangs and claws. He gave off a very threatening and imposing image, with his large muscles straining against his rather ordinary, yet tight clothes. The black leather jacket the man was wearing looked especially cool. Even the name of the costume had changed, as it now read “The Werewolf.”

Derek was confused, wasn’t it supposed to be a nerd costume? But that didn’t make sense? Costumes don’t just change? Besides, why would he want to dress up like a nerd? He was already a big nerd! Everyone told him so. He didn’t have time to change though. He’d have to go to the party in just his normal clothes.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel envious of the guy on the costume bag. He was totally the kind of guy Stiles would want to date. Not some dorky librarian like Derek. Jackson always made fun of Derek for his nerdiness. Saying that Derek was like a walking wedgie-magnet. Derek couldn’t argue with that, considering he’d been the victim of more than a few wedgies back when he was in school.

He sighed to himself as he was leaving the loft, on his way to the Halloween party. Maybe tonight would be the night he’d finally work up the courage to ask Stiles out on a date. Maybe. 

Epilogue:

Across town, a certain Halloween store was being packed up. The man inside smiling to himself.

“Ahh. Another year, another great Halloween. Thank you Beacon Hills. So many new lives added to my collection,” he grinned.

“Oh! That reminds me! I’m still missing one.” He waved his hand and a costume bag appeared on the ground before him.

Picking it up, he inspected the werewolf costume. “Oh this is a good one,” he smiled slyly. “Can’t wait to see the lucky guy that gets this costume next year,” he thought, before he and his store disappeared into the cool night air. 

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Thank you all for reading my first attempts at writing my own tf stories! Hope you enjoyed the series, and have a Happy Halloween!

#teen wolf tf #male transformation #costume tf

[sabosbabygirl]

ajshdhdhd this is so self indulgent but Ghost with an s/o who has a pet lizard? She keeps a photo of her scalebaby next to a photo of him in her wallet and wants her ghostie to meet the lil guy 🥺

I’ve always wanted a bearded dragon!!

The Lizard and the Ghost

-Light and Cute Read

-Reader with an adorable pet lizard (bearded dragon)

-Ghost soft side

-Ghost meeting bearded dragon

You and Simon (“Ghost”) have been seeing each other for almost a year now. Because of his schedule, you tend to not see him as much as you like. On your guy’s date prior to Ghost leaving, you asked about going into the photobooth with him to take some photos. He agreed (secretly he wanted to as well so he can take a photo of you guys with him) and you both hurried along the strip. It was raining that day. His hair was wet, his light brown eyes were soft. In the photobooth you guys took 6 pictures together. 2 silly ones, 2 cute (typical couple pics) and 2 kissing ones. He ripped off one kissing, one cute and one silly then handed you the rest. You looked at them, admiring how amazing you guys look together. “I have a question y/n?”, he asked. You raised one eyebrow, he didn’t let you ask what, “when I come back, can I meet him?” he pointed to your pic of your beloved bearded dragon that was in your wallet, you shyly smiled, “umm sure” you said. Ghost seemed to really love that. “I like all animals, y/n. I was hoping you’d introduce us sooner, but I understand how nervous you get” he spoke. You lifted your eyes to his, you could see that he really meant what he said. For a man who claims he is cold hearted, he sure does the opposite of that. And before you could think another thought his lips meant yours. Perfect kiss.

At home you were all giggly. Cutting the pictures out nicely, careful not to tear or fold any corners. Things had to be neat and organized or you’d start to panic. You had an empty picture frame next to your beardies, you thought for a second and looked at the picture of you and Ghost kissing and then at the silly one where both of you were crossing your eyes. After the old eenie meanie miny moe trick, you landed on the kissing photo. You lifted the frame, it was light, a pretty blue that went well with the rest of your décor. You liked happy colors. You experienced enough trauma in your life that happy colors like: light blue, yellows, light green, etc. brought a sense of peace. You carefully put the picture in the frame and set it next to your beardies pic. You then went over to your bearded dragon’s aquarium and took him out. “You will meet Ghost one day, Archie” you told him. “Are you excited? Ghost is super nice and sweet. A bit rough around the edges but he wants to meet you when he gets back. Hopefully he comes back” you said sadly. Archie noticing your mood change climbed up to your shoulder and gave a little nudge with his head to your cheek…almost as though he was saying “he always comes back, doesn’t he?!”

4 months passed by, and you get the call, Ghost is back!! You meet him at the airport to pick him up. You are so nervous, you wore one of his favorite outfits and sprayed a little bit of his favorite perfume on you. You guys were talking a little bit while he was gone but his mission was very outlined and detailed to the point where you didn’t hear from him for weeks until you got a text stating “Safe. Love you”. Love you. He has said it before but it always feels different…like there’s more he wants to say but can’t. You see him come off the aircraft (friends/family get to meet their s/o at the actually aircraft). He is in normal clothes, jeans and a black hoodie, no mask on and you see his facial hair has grown a bit, truly sexy. He sees you and immediately jogs over with all his gear (that shit is not light), and gives you the biggest bear hug, lifting you off the ground. “I missed you so much, love” he whispered in your ear. Chills running through your body. “I missed you Simon” you whispered back. He sets you down and you both head your car. “So., Can I meet him”, Ghost asks anxiously. You haven’t even started the car yet, laughing and shaking your head “Yes you can meet Archie”. “Archie?!?! I like that name” he says smiling. You could’ve swore he did a little giddy dance.

It took about 30 mins to get to your apartment. He has never been there before. Once you the door, Ghost busts through. He examines the décor, colors and neatness. “Your apartment is very nice. I like the colors” he says. “Is it always bright?” he asks. “Yes. Until nighttime when I bring the light blocking curtains down” you say; you love sleeping in. He put his bags down in a neat way by the door and he takes his shoes off. He looks at you, “Where is Archie?”. You smile and motion him to follow you. Archie has his own room due to the lighting. You both enter the room, and you point at the aquarium. You are a little nervous since you realized you put yours and Ghosts pic next to Archies pic. Ghost goes over to the glass, careful not to touch it, he simply says “hey little guy”. Ghost looks over and sees a picture of Archie in one frame and you and Ghost in the other. He looks at you and smiles, “I see he knows mommy and I are a thing” and winks. The last thing you expected to come out of his mouth. Mommy and I. “Do you want to hold Archie?” you ask Ghost. Ghost, a little nervous now, “Yes but will I hurt him?”, you shake your head. You go over to the aquarium, open the hatch and pick Archie up. You tell Ghost to hold out his hand like so. Archie crawls from your arm to Ghosts. Ghosts gasps a little, but he is careful not to startle Archie. Archie continues to climb up Ghost’s arms and goes straight for the hood part of his hoodie. “He likes hoodies” you tell Ghost. Ghost smiles and Archie’s head is right by Ghosts neck with the rest of Archies body in the hood. Ghost slowly gets up and goes to the kitchen. “What does he like to eat?” he asks. Soon enough Ghost is not only making food for you and him but occasionally giving Archie a tiny bit of veggies and fruits.

Couple hours later you put Archie back into his aquarium. You go back to the living room where Ghost is sitting watching a movie. He looks up at you, “so…when can I move in?”, you blush and smile. “I mean, it depends on if you want all this” you motion your hands all around you. Ghost stands up and moves to where you are, “I want all of this. I want all of you. All of Archie. I want to be with you and Archie for the rest of my life. If you will have me” he said. You were slightly shocked, but you looked at him and leaned in kissing him, “I want you forever Simon”.

#cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #simon riley #ghost x you #ghost x reader #ghost x lizard

[lacelynpage]

Hi! I love your sherlock preferences

Could you do the guys reacting to their significant other being curious about what the guys would look like with facial hair

A/N: Hello Darling! I am so sorry it took me so long to get to this. I hope you enjoy the results!

You ask them to grow a beard ~ Sherlock Preferences

Sherlock: 

A laugh was all that escaped Sherlocks lips when you brought it up. In sheer confusion you asked why, Sherlock gave a simple, flat, no. Periodically you would rehash the conversation, it is always the same. One day you were talking with Mycroft and brought it to him, expressing your confusion. The elder Holmes' boy promptly informed you that for Sherlock, not shaving was a sign of decreasing sobriety and mental health. Sherlock wouldn't grow a beard because it would just remind him of a terrible time in his life. 

John:

John was happy to oblige. It had been a busy week for John so shaving got lost in the mix. Feeling a bit scrubby John was about to shave once morning when you stopped him. Surprise was his initial reaction but he was glad you liked it. He had always thought he looked very distinguished with facial hair. Sexy was the only word that could come to your mind. 

Mycroft:

After quite a lot of asking, Mycroft decided to humor you. It wasn't a look he particularly enjoyed. He only really indulged you to get you to stop asking him. While in college Mycroft had sported a beard but he felt as though he had grown out of that phase.  Still, you wanted to see. He let it grow out for a little while, just about two weeks before he shaved it again. He was glad to feel like himself again, however the look of disappointment on your face was crushing. 

Greg:

You loved when Greg had a little scruff. The feeling of it scratching you a little when you kissed was everything you needed. He would often let it grow out for a day or two before shaving. When he could, that is. The yard was not fond of having him look “unkempt” so he had to shave over the week. But the weekends you got your way. 

Moriarty:

Jim tried, he really did, it just never really worked out for him. You asked about it and he happily obliged. However, it was a little patchy and weak. He just wasn’t very good at it. You honestly thought it was a little hilarious and made fun of him for days. Teasing him, asking him where his beard had gone before he even shaved it. You were mercilus. He saved it after only  a few days. 

#sherlock BBC #Sherlock Holmes #Sherlock #sherlock x reader #sherlock x gender neutral!reader #john watson #john watson bbc #john watson x reader #john x gender neutral!reader #Mycroft Holmes #mycroft bbc #mycroft x reader #mycoft x gender neutral!reader #greg lestrade #greg lestrade x reader #greg x gender neutral!reader #james moriarty #Moriarty BBC #jim moriarty x reader #moriarty x reader #moriarty x gender neutral!reader #sherlock prefrence #preferences #love #LacelynpageRequest #LacelynpageAnswers

[plaindangan]

After Graduation, most of the students went off to do their own things. But after a few years without seeing each other, they organized a party reunion.

There were 3 students that stood out the most:

Makoto, who looked older but still cuter, giving off massive 'Stay at Home Malewife' vibes. (Though the same can't be said about the Leviathan hidden between his legs)

Hajime: His chest grew, and a bit of muscle could be seen from his tight suit, not to mention the growing shaved beard that was plastered on his face.

Lastly Shuichi: BOY OH BOY, it seemed God had his favorites, Shuichi still looked slim and feminine, but his emo look gave him that handsome and 'mature' vibe, he was like a combination of borderline femboy and sexy masculinity (something that a certain Pianist would love to 'inspect' in further detail)

Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!

"You certainly have changed quite a bit, Makoto?" Kyoko said, looking at her old lucky friend with those keen eyes of hers. He was wearing a dark green hoodie, that resembled his signature one, and a pair of tight black pants covered by a a long waist apron. He still the same height, but that warm, loving spirit, was still there if matured into wiser man. Seeing his old pal, Makoto was in high spirits and hugged her.

"You too! But its great to see you again!" he said. Being with Makoto always brought out a smile from Kyoko. Well, that and feeling that 'something' else was also glad to see her. With a smirk, she raised an eyebrow.

"Wearing the apron because those pants are too small to fully cover up your 'perk'?" Blushing, all Makoto could do was look to the side embarrassed. Patting the guy on the head, she managed to quietly lead him to a quiet, part of the building, inside a closet. She knows just how to treat that python of his~

As for Hajme, he was having a similar problem concerning his tight shirt. He had grown so many of his dress shirts that the only one he could ever really find was a white one that was still showing off plenty of cleavage. He had hoped his jacket could be used to help mitigate such issue.

Too bad it didn't work as Chiaki immediately had her eyes glued on the rock hard abs. He sighed in embarrassment. "Y-yeah, figured they stick out like crazy."

With a reassuring smile, Chiaki embraced him and placed her head on his chest. "There's nothing wrong with that. You should be proud since this means you really take care of yourself well, even now. So instead of thinking 'should I keep this hidden' think more 'perhaps I should expose them more!" Hajime's face went red as Chiaki started to trace light circles on his chest and even kiss his bearded face.

When they both got back to his place, he would expose them all he'd liked for her!

Finally, there was Shuichi. A mix between both worlds dressed in a black dress shirt and matching paints. Radiating both handsomeness and beauty that him made the envy of of anyone eye. But it was Kaede, who took the first move once she saw her dear detective again.

"Wh-wha!? K-Kaede!? I-It's good to see you, but...what are you doing!?" he said, his pale face blushing incredibly red as his crush tossed him over her shoulders and was marching away to one of the empty classrooms.

"Isn't it obvious?~ You've changed so much, I just need to catch up with you. One..." Smack! Her hand slapped his ample, rather girlish, rump and looked delighted at every to see it still jiggled even now. "On one~"

With a soft, lewd, moan from Shuichi's mouth, it was pretty much the single that their 'catch-up' was going to be long, hard and very, very, very, dirty~

#DRnaegi-R18 #DRkirigiri-R18 #DRnanami-R18 #DRhinata-R18 #DRsaihara-R18 #DRakamatsu-R18 #twistedhyness asks

[moneymasnn]

The baby sitter and the brother| Mason Mount

Part 2: Contains smut

Notes: This is part 2 to the babysitter and the brother fic, you can read part 1 here hope you guys enjoy xoxo

(also do you guys like the saucy gifs? I prefer them to masons ugly face, joking) x

warnings: smut, F/oral receiving, fingering, swearing, dom mason, cocky mason, some dom y/n. There's loads more...

Part 1

And that's how one thing led to another, and now you were both sitting on the sofa, suppressing your giggles and being careful not to wake up Summer as the film you both had decided to watch was long forgotten.

"Remember at Jazz and Sam's wedding when you drank too much and you threw up all on that ladies dress." You giggled at him, you were both reminiscing on childhood memories and living off the nostalgia from your shared experiences at school.

"I think about it nearly every night before I go to bed." Mason sighs as he downs the rest of his glass.

You were both laughing about times in school, laughing about the teachers in the classes you shared. Until eventually, Mason had opened Facebook on your laptop as you were both looking up the people you went to school with to see what they were up to now since school reunions weren't a thing at your old secondary school.

"Oh, look up Jack Grazley!" You smirked, as Mason turned to you with a disgusted face.

"What?" You giggled, knowing what he was about to say.

"Jack Grazley?" Mason huffed as he started to type the name into the search bar, "Everyone used to fancy him." Mason scoffed as he clicked on the profile that seemed to be him.

"He was my first boyfriend." You wouldn't have said that, but the three glasses you had just downed over the last two hours were to blame for anything you did that night.

"I don't remember that?" Mason said as you looked at his profile to make sure he had clicked on the right one.

"Yep. Oh, that's him! He has a wife now." You say shocked.

"And a kid." Mason adds.

"Was it serious?" Mason asked as you took the laptop out of his hand and started to scroll through the pictures of your childhood boyfriend.

"Not really, it was a few months I think, I lost my virginity to him though." You mentaly cringed as you saw Mason's face drop.

"Wait really? There was no way you shagged the fittest boy in our year in secondary."

"Don't sound so surprised." You hit Mason's shoulder as you put the laptop back on his lap.

"You left Portsmouth when you were what? Fifteen for Chelsea, when I was in year eleven I had a bit of a glow up, got my braces off, puberty hit, I grew boobs. I was a real catch, thank you very much." You smirk at him.

"Yeah I remember." Mason smiles. 

"You know I used to have a HUGE crush on you when we were younger." Mason awkwardly laughs as he scratches the back of his neck.

"No you didn't-" you scoff.

"No I definitely did, your sister, Steph used to take the piss out of me because of it."

"There's no way!" You laugh at him.

"Why do you think I always used to sit next to you on the bus, or ask to walk you home? Whenever Steph would come round I would beg her to bring you."

You were speechless. "I- I had no idea."

"Well now you do, fifteen year old Mason was down bad for them bright pink braces you used to have." Mason laughed.

"Ew, why would my mum let me walk out the dentist like that." You both laugh as you turn to look at his face.

Mason still looked the same as he did when he was a child, his jaw had gotten sharper, he had a beard now and the way he had grown his hair out made him look so sexy, especially in the dim light of Jazz's front room.

Your eyes catch Mason's chocolate ones as he's staring deeply into yours, and without warning he crashes his lips onto yours, taking you by surprise, but instead of resisting you end up melting into the kiss. Loving the way his lips feel on yours. He lightly grazes your bottom lip with his tongue, asking for entrance to your mouth, as you open up and let his tongue explore your mouth. Your hand comes up to his chest, then running along his bicep and to the back of his neck, where you hold your hand, your fingertips grazing the short length of his hair as you gently push his face into yours more.

It then hits you what you're doing, you're literally making out with Mason Mount, childhood family friend, on his sister's sofa.

You hum into the kiss before pulling away and placing a hand on Mason's chest, the butterflies swarming your stomach as you could feel his tonest chest through his shirt.

"Mason-"

"Are you okay?" Mason says as he brushes your hair behind your ear.

"We probably shouldn't." you whisper, keeping your head down, refusing to look deep into his brown eyes because you knew you wouldn't be able to resist them.

"We don't have to if you don’t want to-"

"I want to. I really want to, but I'm babysitting-" Mason cuts you off with a quick kiss to the lips, you can sense his smile on your lips as he pulls back slightly, bumping your nose.

"You'll have to be quiet then for me then, won't you?" he whispers in your ear as he bends his head to lightly kiss your neck. You whimper as he drags his teeth along your neck before pulling away.

"Can you do that for me?" Mason's stare was like nothing you had felt before, and the way he was suddenly being so dominant with you was turning you on like crazy. You frantically not your head at Mason's question, but that wasn't enough for him.

"Use your words for me y/n." He whispers as he drags his bottom lip along your ear. Fuck it.

"I'll be quiet for you mase." You had no idea how much that just turned him on.

Mason smirked, "Good girl." Fuck, you had put off letting Mason seduce you for years, but here you were wishing you had done it sooner. Something told you this was about to be the best sex of your life.

You frantically nod your head before straddling Mason's lap, he then picks you up, his hands tightly on your thighs as he walks to the stairs, attacking your collar bone with kisses.

You quietly hum so he can hear you as he walks up to the guest bedroom, shutting the door with his foot. After he has you pressed up against it in a feverish kiss. Masons hands are all over your body, running under your top, his cold hands grazing the skin of your stomach and back down to your waist, as his nails grib into you skin in a bruising tightness.

You place your arms up in the air, signaling for him to take your top off, he pulls the t-shirt over your head before throwing it somewhere in the room, he eventually moves back from you red pump lips, taking in the sight of you topless, a sight mason has been waiting to see for years.

"Fuck y/n." Mason says breathlessly as he pulls away, looking at your breasts, his hand comes up to slide underneath your bra and cup one in his hand like a teenage boy.

You smirk at him, before leaning against his ear and tugging at his hair that's in your hands. It was now your turn to seduce him.

"I want you to fuck me mase." you whisper slowly in his ear.

Mason groans at your words, and the feeling of you pulling on his hair. "Your a fucking dream." He moans before pulling you back from the door, squeezing your bum as hard as he can and placing you down on the bed.

Mason hovers over you as you watch him pull his shirt over his head. One of your hands immediately attaches to his toned chest.

Mason then bends down to kiss along the naked skin of your torso before getting to the place you wanted him most.

When he got to the waistband of your joggers he hooked his fingers underneath, running them along the waistband before pulling out, watching the fabric snap back to your skin. He then stops for a moment, he raises his head and eyebrows, looking you in your eyes. You were about to ask him why his movements had stopped and you realized he was asking for consent, with his eyes. You felt the heat rush to your pussy, can this man get any hotter?

You nod at mason before arching you back, pressing your core up into his face as he sends you a smirk at your clear eagerness.  His fingers start to slowly drag down your joggers and thong, he slowly dragged them down to your ankles just to tease you, before pulling them off and discarding them somewhere in the room like he did with your t-shirt and bra.

He then bent back down and pushed your thighs forward, putting them over his shoulders. He kissed the inns of your thighs as he watched you wiggle a bit underneath him, he was teasing you and you knew it.

You could feel his hot breath on your core, and you moaned out when Mason bumped your clit with his nose. You jerked up as Mason pulled away, looking up at you with a smirk. He could see the glistening of how wet you were, seeing how wet he had made you and he hadn't even done anything yet made Mason hungry and he couldn’t wait to taste how sweet you were.

He finally attached his tongue to you, lapping up all your juices as he licked along the bottom of your slit to the top when he got to your clit and swirled his tongue around the nub a few times.

His eyes flickered up to yours a few times, as he watched you throw your head back in pleasure, all he wanted to to hear you scream his name, so he added more pressure with his tongue, using his index finger to tease your entrance as his lips smiled onto you with satisfaction when you started to moan louder.

Mason pulled away as he looked up at you, "We had a deal darling? You've got to be quiet for me, remember." Mason smirked as he dipped his head back down, attacking you again as his tongue started to cat lick your clit.

"It feels so good, mase." You try to whisper moan, as you arch your back, further pushing your core into him as you wanted so badly to cum In his mouth.

With your words of encouragement Mason finally pushed one finger into you, thrusting in and out at a fast pace, wanting to stretch you out since he knew it was big, and he wanted you to be comfortable.

Mason added a second finger, as you had to bite down on your hand to hide your moans.

"I know baby, I know." Mason hummed onto you, sending vibrations through you, but when his lips attached to you nub, lightly sucking you knew you were going to cum, hard.

"Mason I'm gonna cum." Your hips were having trouble staying still as you continued to bite down hard on your hand.

"And I wanna hear you say my name when you do, okay?"

Mason mumbled before attaching his lips back to your clit, sucking on the nub and letting it snapback. Before his lips stayed attached, pulling slightly on the nub, apply incense pressure as he still continued to work his fingers in and out of you. Mason hummed onto your his at the harsh noises of how wet you were for him, feeling a sense of pride every time he felt you drip down his finger.

"Fuck Mason."

You tried your best to keep your moans in but as he pulled off you with a pop then attached back to you again you felt your legs shake as you repeatedly moaned his name at a level you hoped wouldn't be too loud.

"Mase, Mason, Mason." You did as his command as you buck your hips in the air crying out his name as you felt a tear slip from your eye.

Mason lapped up all of your juices before sitting back and conjuring up some spit in his mouth, you watched as he slowly let the spit dribble from your red, sensitive clit, down to your entrance, and onto the bed sheets.

He pulled his joggers off while you were catching your breath before he was hovering over you again, "You taste so fucking good."

He mumbled on your lips before kissing you, letting you have your own taste of yourself.

"You are so good at that." you breathlessly say you cup his cheeks, kissing him intensely.

"I know." Mason winks at you before grabbing your leg, and pushing it up to your head.

His hands hold the back of your thigh as he teases his tip with your entrance, "You so fucking sexy, y/n."

He added just his tip, "I've wanted to do this for so long, you have no idea." He says.

"Mason, please fuck me." You moan into his ear, and mason slams the rest of his dick inside of you as you both gasp as the feeling of you both interlocked.

Mason grabs your thigh, holding it tightly as he starts to slowly thrust into you, which you were thankful for, he was big and you weren't sure if you could handle it.

Mason soaked up every single one of you whimpers and moans and he hums and places his face in the crook of your neck, his pace is slowing down after a while so you pull his head back by his hair.

"I want to ride you."

"Fuck."

You roll over so you're on top of him, but instead of laying back, Mason sits up so he can continue feeling the warmth of your naked body pressed up against his.

You start to rock your hips back and forward as Mason hands are all over your back, pushing you both together as tightly as possible. He dips his head as he starts to suck on your nipple. Swirling around the nipple with his tongue and pulling off it with a pop.

That's what sent you into overdrive as you were going to cum for the second time that night.

The angle you were at caused Mason to rub against your clit, and you knew you were about to cum soon from the feeling like you were about to explode.

"You can cum in me."

Mason's eyes moved from where he was kissing your shoulder to looking up into yours once again as he raised his hand from your back and pushed your hair behind your ear.

"Are you sure?" He was trying to hide his excitement like a child at a fairground.

"I'm so sure, I want you to cum in me, fill me up mase. Please." You threw your head back, the knot in your stomach tightening.

"Fuck." Mason mumbled at your words as he pushed your body close together, thrusting up into you so the moment was more powerful, before you both started your climaxes.

Mason held onto you as tightly as possible as you both hit your orgasms at the same time, the feeling of Mason's warm liquid heating up your insides sending you into overdrive.

You both whispered your moans as Mason continued to hold you close as you both fell back onto the bed, wrapping his hands around your back as he continued to kiss your shoulder.

"Fuck y/n." Mason whispered.

You slip out of him, missing the warmth of his cock nestled in you as you place yourself down on his chest, looping your leg with his.

"If I knew you were that good I would have done this a long time ago."

"Is that your way of saying you want to have a sexual relationship with me y/n y/l/n?" Mason smirks as he brushes back your hair, you loved it when he did that.

"Piss off."

"You'll never be able to resist me now, you'll get withdrawal symptoms."

You giggle on his chest as you feel so content in his arms laying on his naked chest in his older sister's guest bedroom.

"Round two?"

part 3

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[nashibirne]

TRUCK STOP

Ok guys...hear me out...I had a vision today. A vision of Trucker!Sy. I was on my way back home from work and I saw this huge truck and the hot bearded trucker and there it was...the plot bunny 🐰. So I wrote this smutty one-shot. It's my first take on Sy and I'm not really sure if I do the glorious captain justice but I really hope you guys like it. If so, please let me know. Comment, like or reblog. Thanks 💜

Pairing: Syverson x reader/y/n/you (f)

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, PWP, smut, smut, smut....sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), deep throat, vaginal sex, anal sex, roleplay

Summary: You use a little trick to make your boyfriend Sy show you his truck. It's huge...

Unbeta'ed. English isn't my first language. Mistakes ahead and they're all mine.

Credits: I don't own Captain Syverson

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This way to read the follow-up -> Pick Up

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Now hop on and enjoy the ride!

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Imagine: You and Trucker!Sy are happy in love, he's the best boyfriend you could wish for and though he's on the road often you have the time of your life with him. But your hot trucker hasn't shown you his truck yet. It's not that he doesn't want to it's more a lack of time and opportunity. So one day you decide to take matters into your own hands. You know his route and so you doll up and wait for him, standing beside the dusty road. You're not his girlfriend anymore, you're a cute hitch hiker and you know he's gonna stop and pick you up as soon as he sees and recognizes you. And that's exactly what he does. He gets the idea of your little charade right away and plays along with a smirk. "Need a ride? Hop on."

🔹🔹🔹

You're wet. All wet although nothing has happened yet. It started hours ago. From the moment you put on this tiny skirt and decided to wear nothing underneath, not even a tiny thong, until now that you're finally sitting beside him in his truck, your arousal has grown stronger and stronger just by thinking about what he is possibly going to do to you today.

"This is a very large truck." You bat your lashes innocently, giving him a shy smile.

"Yep." Sy grins and gives you a flirtatious wink. "Long vehicle. You need to be cautious." He's still a little taken aback by your unexpected surprise but you can tell he likes it.

"But you know how to handle it, don't you? I mean I'm sure it's not so easy but you look like a man who knows what he's doing." 

Your hands rest in your lap, clasped as if you were praying devoutly and butter wouldn't melt in your mouth. "You're right, little bird. It requires experience but after all these years I know how to handle this beast with all its power. You gotta keep the motor clean and you need to be sensitive when you have your fingers on the wheel." He smirks but his eyes don't leave the road.

"You must be very handy. Good with those big hands of yours when you are able to handle your huge...beast."

"Guess so. Don't wanna brag but I can park this big ass truck in the tiniest...garage." Now he gives you a lewd glance and his eyes roam all over your body. You thought you couldn't get any wetter but Sy proves you wrong. The sexy smile he gives you makes your core clench and your pussy throb.

He averts his gaze but his lips remain curled up into a grin. 

"Really? What if it's too big for the garage?" 

"There's no such thing as too big, little bird. It's all about the right technique. You know...the right angle, the right position, you have to be gentle with the gas and use the break at the right time. You must never go too fast or too far."

You hear yourself giggle like some stupid bimbo. "I don't believe you." 

He looks at you and chuckles. "You doubt my skills? I may have to teach you a lesson. I can make my truck fit into every opening if I want to."

You let out a soft moan and shift in your seat uncomfortably. The wet heat between your legs threatens to consume you and his suggestive words make it even worse. Your movement causes him to glance at you again and his eyes fix on the hem of your skirt.

"This is a very short skirt."

"You don't like it?" You pout your lips and give him a challenging look.

"I love it. It's very sexy." 

"Thank you." You whisper softly. "My friends say it's too short."

"There's no such thing as too short." Sy gives you the most sexy, cheeky smirk and places his hand on your knee. You gasp when his rough palm glides over your thigh. His eyes are fixed on the road again but he keeps on stroking the sensitive skin and you can't help but moan when his fingers finally reach your pussy.

"Jeez, babe. No panties?"

The moment he feels your naked sex, your wet folds, your hot cunt, he loses it. He forgets about the role play and his tight schedule. He doesn't care about the deadline for the delivery. All he cares about is you, he wants you, he needs you. Now. He pulls up sharp and turns off the roaring engine before closing the curtains. He nods at you and points behind his back. "Get in there" he growls and you turn around and take a look at the sleeping cab in the back of the truck. "Now?" You love teasing him and his reaction is another turn on. The cherry on top. "Woman...don't test me." he roars in a deep, husky voice sounding like some kind of angry bear. You giggle and climb into the cosy cabin, fully aware of the fact that your naked butt is now right beside his head. You wiggle your hips and he slaps your ass before giving you a gentle but determined shove. He follows close behind and you can hear that he's already unbuckling his belt. You turn around, remaining on all fours, looking at him expectantly, almost drooling with anticipation. Sy kneels in front of you and opens his fly to get out his rock hard cock. "Wanna see how I make this beast fit?" His voice is rough and hoarse and all you can do is nod. You open your mouth eagerly and he grabs you by your hair and drags your head towards him. When your lips close around his huge dick and your tongue tickles the sensitive tip he lets out a groan. "Fuck, princess. Yes…" He holds your head in place and starts to fuck your mouth deep and slow. He thrusts with care but without mercy. When you gag you hear him hum. "C'mon, baby. You can do it. It fits. Trust me." You relax around him and grab his ass. When you squeeze it he knows it's your way to give the green light and he allows himself to deep throat you like you both love it so much - hard and fast - but he stops soon, too soon for your taste, to prevent himself from cuming already. When he pulls out you grab him by his t-shirt and drag him close, your lips crashing into his for a passionate kiss. You both get naked in a hurry and soon you find yourself lying on his bed, his head between your legs. You've never been with a man who's so much into eating pussy. Sy is the king of cunnilingus and the way he licks your slit, sucks on your clit, his fingers fucking your tight pussy, always sends you over the edge in record time. Today is no exception. You explode with a feral moan and you know this fantastic orgasm is not going to be the last. You will cum again, even more intensely, when he fucks you. Like a mind reader he smirks when he looks at you after you've come down from your high. "Let's see if I can park my truck in this tight, juicy garage, huh?"

"Just fuck me, Sy. Make it fit." 

He grunts when he enters you slowly, giving you his dick inch by inch, stretching you carefully to make sure your body can adjust. He knows he could go faster, you're used to his size and girth after 4 months of dating but he likes to test your patience. You lose it soon, much sooner than usual, and you lift your hips to make him penetrate you deeper. You want to be filled by him completely and he obeys your silent order. He fucks you slowly, enjoying the feeling of torturing you a bit by holding back. Sy knows how to take you, how to find the perfect angle to hit your magic spot with every thrust. You scratch your nails over the skin of his broad back and wrap your legs around his hips, dragging him closer to feel even more of him. He doesn't manage to restrict his motions very long. His arousal is too strong, the need to fuck you like an animal too overwhelming. He loses all self-restraint and rails you senseless with deep, powerful thrusts and you're close again.

"See how it fits, little bird? How well your tight little pussy takes the beast?" He grunts predatorily, his breath going fast and you've never heard something sexier in all your life. You let out a deep moan and you start shrieking when his cock hits your cervix repeatedly. Sy looks you in the eyes and lust is written all over his handsome face. "Cum for me, babe." His voice is sensual and seductive now but his movements are still raw and his next thrust makes you cry out loud. You reach your climax and this second orgasm sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body. All tension vanishes and is replaced by deep satisfaction. "Sy…" You whisper still overwhelmed by the aftermath of your high. "Turn around." You know he wants to fill the third hole and you shiver in anticipation. Sy fucking your ass is something you've learned to love after he'd proven that it doesn't have to be painful and scary if you do it like a gentleman. Carefull and tender. "Lube?" He hisses between clenched teeth and you can tell by his voice how much he hopes you've brought some with you. You don't even need to see his face to tell how much he wants to fuck your butt. "Handbag" you say with a soft laugh and he climbs back on the front seat to search through your bag, cursing and panting. It just takes him seconds till the tip of his lubricated penis presses against your hole that is covered with lube as well. 

"Ready?"

"Go." 

He pushes in slowly, pressing a hand on your lower back while the other hand grabs your hip. You sigh and exhale because it makes it easier to take him and once he's balls deep inside your ass you just enjoy the feeling of being used like this. Sy fucks you hard and fast, his movements gentle but rough and it always amazes you how he manages to be a gentleman and a roughneck at the same time. Your sighs get louder and so do his and soon your voices join together in a choir, moaning the old song of love, lust and passion that reaches its climax when Sy comes with a feral growl, spilling his seed deep inside your guts.

Two hours later you find yourself lying in his arms in a motel bed. He has called his customer to tell him his truck broke down and the delivery can only be made 24 hours later. This gives you the time to recover from your little adventure and maybe for another hot round of "Syverson makes it fit" in the morning. 

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[pegplunkett]

📡 beep boop, signal incoming 📡

cal zapata smut, anyone?

pairing: cal zapata x ofc

rating: explicit! blorbo’s fucking, y’all!

word count: 2k

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38140030

cal’s co-worker catches feelings and really, can you blame a gal?

smutty smut below the cut! ✂️

‘Cass.’

‘Cassie.’

Cal’s voice grew impatient.

‘Cassie!’

‘Mphh, what is it, Cal.’

Cassie opened one eye and looked across the lab at her colleague. She had been sitting on a desk beside one of the fans working hard to cool down the research facility. Between the Hawaiian humidity and the amount of machinery whirring out hot air in the lab, the gentle breeze was desperately needed and she had been daydreaming about jumping into the ocean when he interrupted her. Cass and Cal, he’d joked that they sounded like a comedy double act rather than scientists when they’d both been assigned to this outpost.

‘Can you please pass me that printout beside you?’

Cassie sighed and picked up the small stack of papers from the printer tray, then held them out at arm’s length, utterly unhelpfully, eyes closed again as the cool air from the fan washed over her. Cal muttered under his breath as he scooted his chair along the row of screens towards her.

‘Useless,’ he admonished as he took the printouts from her.

‘Shut up, I’m a great help.’ She opened her eyes and noticed something. ‘Hey, hang on.’ Her foot shot out to the armrest of his chair and pulled him back to her.

‘You have a plant in your hair.’ Cal’s hand reached up to his dark mop of curls and she batted it away.

‘Allow me, considering that I’m such a helpful colleague.’ She pulled a leaf and a piece of long grass out of his hair and held them in front of his face quizzically. ‘Did you make out with a tree or something?’

‘I was checking one of the satellites before you got in and I slipped on the way back down the ladder,’ he shrugged.

‘Shit, Cal,’ Cassie frowned. ‘Are you okay? You should have told me.’

‘I’m fine,’ he said, about to move away, but her foot stopped him again.

‘Let me just have a look at you.’

Back when they arrived at the research station together, Cal had been clean shaven with short, neatly trimmed hair. But in the few months they’d been working on Project Beacon in O’ahu, he stopped getting it cut and had grown a beard. It was funny, she saw him almost every day but now, as he sat in front of her, just below her, she looked at him properly for the first time in weeks. Not as Cal, the guy she worked with, day in day out, but properly took in his appearance as if she was seeing him for the first time. He’d gotten tanned from fiddling with satellites out in the sun and the dishevelled curls and beard looked good on him. Really good, in fact.

Satisfied that he was unharmed apart from bringing back some foliage with him, Cassie realised that her foot was resting on the seat of his chair, between his thighs. Flushing, she dropped her foot and jumped down from the desk, suddenly not able to meet his eyes.

‘Yeah, you’re good. Guess I’d better do some work, huh.’

Oh shit, she thought. Do I have a crush on Cal Zapata?

In the weeks that followed, Cassie tried to act like everything was fine, as if everything about Cal wasn’t suddenly, inescapably, deeply sexy. His voice, his smell, his height. It was all extremely inconvenient. They had to work together in close quarters for god’s sake, she couldn’t be expected to compile data and monitor satellite signals when all she wanted to do was rip his stupid damn cargo shorts off and fuck him on the floor of the lab.

One evening, as they were wrapping things up for the night, Cal stopped what he was doing and turned to face her.

‘Cass?’

She looked up from the monitor she was checking, eyebrows raised at how serious he sounded.

‘What’s up?’

Cal cleared his throat. ’Are you okay? I mean, are we okay?’ He seemed nervous and rubbed the back of his neck as he talked.

God he’s fucking adorable, Cassie thought.

‘Have I… have I done something to upset you? Or something?’

Oh. Well, I guess I didn’t do that good a job of acting normal after all.

‘No Cal, of course you haven’t,’ she smiled. ‘We’re good.’

‘Oh okay. That’s good. I- I guess I thought you were mad at me and I’d hate it if you of all people were mad at me, because,’ he stopped abruptly, his face reddening, like he’d said more than he meant to.

Cassie was intrigued by this turn of events. Was Cal trying to tell her something in his own awkward way?

‘Because…?’ she prompted, her heart racing at the thought of this going the way she hoped.

Cal pinched the bridge of his nose under his glasses and screwed up his face, as if he was summoning the courage to jump off a cliff.

‘Because I like you. A lot. And I know I shouldn’t, because we work together and it’s unprofessional and probably unethical and-’

Cassie couldn’t help herself. All the times she found herself staring at his neck, his hands, his gorgeous brown eyes, every time she had to stop herself from sighing when he said her name in his rich, deep voice, and every time she wanted to run her hands through his hair, all of it came to a head. She closed the distance between them, backing Cal into the wall. His eyes widened and for a second they just stared at each other, the air between them crackling.

Cassie ran her fingers down the side of Cal’s face. Her thumb dragged across his full lower lip and when he let out the tiniest little moan, her desire for him finally bubbled over and she crushed her lips to his. Cal sighed into her mouth, his tongue finding hers and his hands wrapped around her, one to the small of her back and the other tangled into her hair as he pulled her into him and the kiss deepened.

‘I’ve wanted you so bad,’ Cassie whispered, moving to kiss along his beautiful neck, her body feeling like it was on fire for him now. Cal looked at her in astonishment, his mouth a soft o of surprise.

‘I… but I’ve wanted.. for so… you’re so….’ he stumbled over the words. ‘You’re amazing.’

Cassie turned to the nearest desk, picked up a pile of notes and dropped them on the floor. Cal hurriedly picked up the monitor beside her and carefully set it beside the papers.

‘It’s just.. y’know, this equipment is expensive,’ he muttered self-consciously.

Cassie giggled, he couldn’t be more endearing if he tried. ‘I know it is, don’t worry,’ she said, leaning back against the cleared space. ‘We won’t break anything. Except maybe some workplace rules,’ she shrugged with a wicked grin.

Cal kissed her and Cassie’s hands pulled at his open shirt, tugging it away from his shoulders, snaking under the fabric of the tank top he wore under it. He shrugged the shirt away and Cassie’s fingers skated across the hot, taut skin of his stomach as he undid the button of her cut-off shorts. She stepped out of them when they fell to the floor and kicked them away.

Cal grabbed an office chair and sat into it, looking up at her almost reverently, a mirror of the day she had finally, properly looked at him and felt like she’d been hit by a truck. He leaned forward to kiss her stomach and Cassie sighed in pleasure at the feeling of his mouth on her skin. With his huge brown eyes still locked on her face, Cal pulled her underwear down and gently lifted one of her legs up so her foot rested on the seat beside him.

He kissed along the soft skin of her inner thigh and as he drew closer to her centre, Cassie could feel heat pooling low inside her in anticipation. When Cal licked a broad stripe along the slick folds of her cunt, Cassie gasped. Her hand ran through his hair, gripping his tousled curls and Cal buried his face between her thighs, his tongue dipping into her while his nose nudged at her clit. Cassie was breathless as he lapped at her, she never would have guessed that this nervous scientist ate pussy like a fucking champion and she laughed in delight and exhilaration when he delicately sucked on her clit and slowly slid a finger inside her.

‘Oh Cal, fuck, Jesus..’ she moaned, unable to string a sentence together as he curled a second finger into her and she could feel herself getting even wetter around them, desire swirling through her at how he touched her.

Cassie’s grip on his hair tightened and her hips bucked as she rode his gorgeous face, Cal pressing his mouth and fingers into her even harder in response. She pulled his head back and Cal looked up at her again, his eyes dark. Cassie’s voice was hoarse but stern.

‘I need you inside me, Cal. I need you to fuck me. Right now.’

Cal stood up and sent the chair spinning away, Cassie grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him ravenously, his beard was soaked with her wetness and she could taste herself on his tongue and his lips, salty and hot. Cassie spotted the small two-seater couch that was designated for breaks but more often used for hangover naps and dragged Cal over to it. With her hands on his chest, she pushed him down onto the seat.

He pulled his shorts and tank off and Cassie straddled his lap, then yanked her top off over her head, desperate to feel his skin against hers. Cal undid her bra with one hand, pinging it loose with ease and she laughed in surprise at how expertly he did it, but stopped when she looked down and saw the size of the outline straining against his underwear. She inhaled sharply and pulled the waistband back, freeing the throbbing length of his cock and oh there was so much of him. She ran her fingers along the shaft, her thumb brushing the already slick head and Cal moaned.

‘Oh fuck, Cass.’

She was thrumming with need by now and shifted her position, raising herself onto her knees, her hands on Cal’s broad, tanned shoulders. She sank down onto him slowly and gasped as she took all of him into her. She’d never felt anything that filled her up so completely, that stretched her so deliciously and she let out a shaky breath as she settled onto his lap, both of them breathing heavily. Even though she didn't move for a few seconds as she adjusted, it felt like his thick cock was pulsing inside her.

Cal’s hands caressed her breasts and when he leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth and gently between his teeth, she ground down against him. The angle and the size of him was hitting just right and as they moved together, Cassie could feel pressure building low in her stomach as her hips worked. Cal’s hands slid to her back and pulled her into him, burying himself so completely inside of her that she cried out at the sensation.

He kissed her neck, and along her collarbone, Cassie wrapped her arms around him, one of her hands lost in the tangle of his curly hair as they fucked. His hands grabbed her ass and they built up a rhythm of damp thighs slapping together, the sound of it was obscene and it sent pure arousal spiralling through them both.

‘Cassie, I’m gonna, oh fuck..’ Cal gasped.

Cassie grabbed his face, then raked her hands through his hair. She couldn’t stop or slow down now, pleasure was unfurling all along her limbs, the pressure deep inside her tightening further, the feeling of him inside her, his hands on her ass, his breath on her neck, it all sent the delirious sensation in her climbing higher and higher.

‘Oh Cal, I’m- fuck, I’m coming oh goddd,’ Cassie wailed as finally the crest of her orgasm broke over her and flooded all through her body, intense and blissful, curling her toes.

Their bodies shuddered together and as her climax washed over her, Cassie was only half aware that Cal had come too and was twitching underneath her as she rode out the waves of pleasure rolling through her.

‘Fucking hell Cal,’ she breathed heavily, collapsing onto his strong shoulders. ‘I can’t believe we could’ve been doing this the whole time instead of working.’

Cal laughed. ‘I mean the research is pretty important Cass, but…’ he paused. ‘Nah you’re right, fuck the research, it’s not like NASA are about to come calling.’

At that moment the phone rang and they looked at each other in surprise.

And laughed again. This was definitely going to be a wrong number.

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[sillyrabbit81]

Grown Up Stuff

Summary: You and Sy go to the store. (OMG! That has to be the worst summary anyone has ever written ever 🤣)

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female reader

Word Count: approx 1k

Warnings: Fluff, mild smut (kissing and touching), spanking, Domestic Sy

Authors note: This is a drabble based on this post, requested by @agniavateira Thank you for asking. This is my first ever requested piece, I really you like it.

Unbeta'd and unedited, there will be errors!

I don't know what I'm doing!

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Grown Up Stuff

Although you adore your boyfriend Sy, and you two have a great relationship, there are some things he does that really bug you. It doesn’t mean you don’t love the big idiot, because you absolutely do. They aren’t big things, or deal breakers, just little things that grate on you after a while.

The pros of a guy like Sy definitely outweigh the cons. He takes good care of you, listens to you, treats you well, is a lot of fun and makes you laugh. And there is so much about him to love, he is courageous, protective and he has a generous spirit. If that wasn’t enough for you, he was also sexy as fuck and no body had ever made your toes curl like he does.

One thing he does that really irks you is he’s always forgetting to charge his phone. It particularly frustrates you when he doesn’t seem to think it’s a big deal. “People survived for millennia without them, Sugar,” he would say. “I’m sure I’ll survive a day without one.”

So, you’re not surprised when you two are about to go to shopping and you hear him cursing as he picks up his wallet, keys, sunglasses and phone.

“What’s up?” you ask.

“I forgot to charge my damn phone,” he says.

You raise an eyebrow at him, “Again, Sy?”

“Don’t start, Darlin’,” he says, but he knows he messed up and is quick to deflect. Sy, ever the charmer, wraps his arms around you and gives you his cheekiest grin. “Why do I need a phone anyway? You’re the only one I want to talk to and you’re with me.”

You roll your eyes at him, and you try to untangle yourself from his arms while supressing a smile. You can never resist him when he gets that look on his face. “Can’t you at least act like you’re not a child who needs a grown up to remind them to do basic grown up shit like charge their phone?”

“Darlin’, there’s plenty of grown up stuff I do that I don’t need reminders for,” Sy growled into your ear, and smooth as a snake, his hand makes its way between your legs. You let out a small moan as he presses his palm into you. He knows your body too well, and you feel any lingering annoyance fade away.

“Sy,” you say, weakly. “We’ve got a lot to do today.”

“You smell so good, Sugar,” he says. He wasn’t about to let you go now that he had you. You heard his voice rumble in his throat as he nuzzled into your neck, and his soft beard tickled at your sensitive skin. He kisses your neck, his firm lips gently sucking at you, making your knees grow weak.

“Come on, Sy,” you whine. “We have to go.”

Drawing in a big breath, Sy lets you go and releases his breath in an exaggerated sigh. “We will be picking this up where we left off as soon as we get home,” he promises. His deep, throaty tone leaves no room for argument, not that you had one anyway. You both head for the door and you receive a firm tap on your ass as you walk out the door.

“What was that for?” you ask, jumping and rubbing your rear. It doesn’t hurt, it’s part of the game you play together. Sy spanks your ass nearly every time you walk past him, walk away from him, or bend over. It always makes you smile and the one you just received was no exception.

“I don’t make the rules, Sugar,” Sys says with a roughish grin. “I see an ass beggin’ to be spanked and I gotta do it.”

You huff a little, but can’t help the giggle that escapes your lips as you both get in Sy’s truck.

Your good mood continues as you shop. You have fun together; even mundane domestic stuff is fun with Sy because he always finds a way to make things interesting. One of his favourite jokes is picking up random objects and insisting that you buy them despite not needing them. Today he wanted to buy a squishy foam football. He needed it so when he and his buddies played in the house, I couldn’t get mad at him. We pretended to argue about it, and he kept making up more and more outlandish reasons for why he really, really had to have it.

After a while he throws you the ball and says, “Here, I gotta go to the bathroom.”

You throw it back and say, “Hey, you want it, you carry it.”

He catches it, and pretends to fend off defence as he makes his way to the bathroom. You wait a minute before you absentmindedly start to wander around. You find yourself at the books and start reading blurbs, looking for something that looks interesting. Soon you are drawn into the stories, each one stirring your imagination and you become enthralled, making up your own stories in your head.

You’re pulled back into reality when you hear your name over the speakers, “Can you please come to the registers, your child is waiting.”

For a minute you think there must be someone else with your name in the store. You think that’s kinda weird, but also funny and you look around to tell Sy.

Oh, shit, Sy!

You make your way to the front of the store, and there he is. Sitting on a courtesy bench, a sheepish look on his face as he plays with the foam football. Your big, burly, bear of a man had such a lost little puppy expression on his face you had to laugh.

When he sees you, his face lights up and he grins at you. You shake your head at him as he approaches you.

“Ok, Sugar,” he says. “Maybe there are some grown up things, I need to work on.”

“Don’t worry about it, Sy,” you say. You put your hand on his neck, pulling him down to you as you lift your face to his. He meets you with a kiss. “The grown-up things you’re good at definitely make up for the ones you suck at.”

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[holylulusworld]

Just give in, baby doll

The GIF has nothing to do with the story. I just couldn’t resist using it...

Summary: Chris and you spend a day in bed.

Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!Reader

Warnings: language, fluff, cuddling & snuggling, needy Chris, mentions of sex, implied smut, rpf

A/N: The story got inspired by Chris’s insta video with Dodger on the bed.

<< Part 2

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“Look, Dodger,” Chris smirks when you walk into the bedroom, rolling your eyes as Chris and his dog occupy half of the bed. “Mommy is back with snacks and she wears a sexy outfit.”

“Christopher,” you scold, pointing toward his shoes. “No shoes on the bed. Dodger, tell your daddy to behave.” while Chris’s eyes are glued to your legs and your fuzzy socks, Dodger is busy jumping off the bed to nudge your calf.

“Don’t be like that, baby girl,” he purrs, moving slowly toward the edge of the bed to remove his shoes. I’m wearing the socks you bought me, Y/N.”

“This does not excuse you are on the bed with your shoes on,” you mutter, gently patting Dodger’s head. “But you prepared the fireplace, that’s a pro.”

“I can give you more pros, Y/N. Come here and watch Charlie Brown with me, baby doll. I’ll be so good for you,” he lazily leans against the headboard, watching you sit on the bed, pouting. “Baby doll is mad at us, Dodger. How about you lick her face again?”

“This doesn’t work all the time, Evans,” grumbling you sit next to Chris, watching him snatch the chips from your hands. “Hey, these are mine.”

“Not anymore,” at the same time as you fight for your chips, Dodgers joins you on the bed, lying to your feet as he always does. “But I’ll give you some if you kiss me.” you glance at Chris lips, licking yours before you turn your attention toward Dodger, gently patting his head again. “Baby doll, you’re my girlfriend, not Dodger’s.”

“Says the man stealing my chips. You know,” straddling his lap, you place your hands onto his shoulders to grip him tightly, “I was about to cuddle with you, Evans. Sadly, you stole my favorite snack.”

“I’ll share, Y/N,” mumbling the words Chris opens his mouth when you swipe your tongue over his lips. “You taste so much better than chips. How about you stay on top of me and lemme taste you some more.” He looks up at you; gives you one of those heart-melting smiles.

“No,” you roll off Chris, giggling when he grasps for you to force you back against his chest. “Evans, not fair.”

“I want you to lie on top of me, let me feed you with junk food, and enjoy the atmosphere,” humming you lift your head to look out of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the snowfall. “Or we could watch the movie.”

“Peanuts…peanuts,” you cheer, giggling before you peck Chris’s chin. “Now let me rest for a moment. You are so warm and soft.”

“Soft?” humming you rest your head on Chris’s chest, closing your eyes for a moment. “I got muscles. I’m a tough guy, baby doll. I’m not soft.”

“So soft and warm,” hiding your face in his neck you sigh, feeling one hand gently run up and down your back. “Guess you must watch it alone. I won’t move, Evans. Not one bit.”

“I won’t complain,” looking down at you, lie on his chest Chris smiles. “You feel good on top of me, in any situation.”

“Evans,” you scold. “Dodger is right next to us. Don’t make sexy comments around your son!”

“Babe, he’s a dog and I think he saw us going at it like animals last time I was behind you,” Chris laughs. “I mean, he knows I like to do dirty things to you.”

“He saw us?” you gasp. “Oh, god! What will he think about me now? I moaned like a cat in heat and let you rut into me like a dog!”

“It was hot, so fucking hot,” Chris curses. “I want to do it again. After we watched Charlie Brown’s Christmas, I’m gonna make us hot chocolate and tonight,” his eyes darken and you feel a shiver run down your spine, “this man is going to devour you.”

“Nah, I wanna spend this lazy Saturday cuddled up in my favorite plaid on top of you, and not in a naughty way,” you tut, patting Chris’s chest. “You can do dirty things to me any other day.”

“Dodger, your mommy denies me my sweet snack,” Chris purrs the words. He watches you get comfortable on his chest, one hand running over his upper arm. “Fine, cuddling is great too.”

“Cuddling is awesome,” exclaiming cuddling is better than sex you demand his arms around your body. “Now hold me. It’s so cozy and warm. I feel so…” mumbling the words you slowly drift into sleep.

“No, Charlie! Don’t trust Lucy. She will trick you again,” you mutter, throwing popcorn at the TV. “Chris, tell him to not trust her.”

“Babe, he will do it,” Chris laughs, moving closer to sling one arm around your shoulders. “I can tell, he’s a poor guy but will be happy you tried to help him.”

“She’s such a bitch,” cursing you watch Charlie Brown land on his ass once again. “See, I told you to not trust her, Charlie. Now you lie there, on your back. Pathetic.”

“Don’t be too hard on him,” pecking your check Chris nibbles at your skin. “You know, girls tricked me before too. Will you soothe me?” he looks at you, pleadingly. “Please, baby doll.”

“Nah, I think you are a grown man and don’t need my help but,” patting your lap you smirk, “you can lie in my lap if you want to.”

“Will you play with my hair too?” eagerly resting his head in your lap Chris sighs when you slide your fingers through his hair. “Yeah, that’s good. More. I love your hands on me.”

“Don’t get cocky, Evans,” tugging at his hair you snicker. “Now let me watch the rest of the movie. I want to know if Charlie pays her back.”

“I hate to break it for you, but he doesn’t pay her back, Y/N,” Chris moans, enjoying you tug harder at his hair. “If you don’t stop, I’ll get the wrong idea and you won’t see the end of the movie.”

“Aw, you think you can make me change my plans for today,” giggling you pat Chris’s head. “Maybe you’ll get some sugar later if you can behave.”

“Sugar you say,” suddenly sitting up Chris grins. “I could just stop the movie and I can get my sugar right now. Just give in, baby doll. I need something sweet…”

“Sweet,” squeaking your fight Chris. He pushes you onto the bed nuzzling your neck, kissing, and nipping at your skin. “Chris…ah…no,” you giggle, feeling his beard scratch your sensitive skin. “You’re such a-“ moaning you wrap your legs around his waistline. “Fine, I’ll give up.”

“That was sweet,” Chris pants, patting your head. “What do you say, baby? I rocked your world, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, just lemme feel my legs again, Chris,” you yawn, sleepily curling in Chris's side. “I hope we didn’t scare Dodger for a lifetime. He ran out of the room faster than I could blink. Our poor baby.”

“He knows his dad is a dirty and sexy bastard,” you’d like to roll your eyes, but honestly, you are too sated and tired to argue. “Right?”

“Fishing for compliments much, Evans?” weakly you lift your head to look up at Chris. “You weren’t that bad. Now I need a break and I want to see the end of the movie.”

“Alright,” watching you rest your head on his chest Chris smiles, “let’s watch the rest of the movie. Later we could watch more movies and apologize to Dodger for scaring him.”

“You are awful,” you mutter.

“-and you love it.”

“Yes, I do,” laughing you look up at Chris. “But you are still the worst.”

“Yeah, and you’ll be by my side to explore all my awful characteristics. Love you, baby doll.”

“Love you too, Evans…”

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