#hmmm let's shave it off

[marvelavengerspovs1]

Double Trouble

Pairing: Stucky x F!reader

Warnings: MDNI (SMUT 18+), dom!Bucky, soft dom!Steve, sub!reader, dry humping, spitting, masturbation, double penetration, degradation kink/name calling (slut to reader), praise kink, threesome, I think that’s it but lmk if I missed something

Length: 1.5k

Summary: Bucky will only allow you to let go if you have been good.

A/N: Thank you so much for the support on my last Stucky post!

MDNI! 18+ ONLY! I cannot control what you consume so you have been warned!

I do not give consent for my work to be translated, copied, or sold!

You never imagined your life would turn out this way. You never imagined that you would be an Avenger, that you would have some sick ass powers, or that you would be in a relationship. The best part is that you didn’t have to stick to just one man, you had two very handsome super soldiers to keep your bed warm at night.

You gasp as you feel Steve bite the small area where your neck and shoulder meet. He quickly licks over it and places a small kiss to relieve the pain.

“Steve…” You moan out his name.

Steve silences you with a kiss on your lips. You lean into him, pushing Steve to sit on the edge of the bed. Once he sits down, you straddle his lap. You push your pulsing core onto his hard and clothed cock.

Steve hisses, pushing you down by your hips and lifting his. “There you go Honey, you’re being such a good girl.”

You moan at his words. “Please Stevie, I need more!” You whine.

“Don’t listen to her Steve, she has a whole lot more begging to do.” Bucky chimes in from his spot on the bed.

Bucky lays on his typical side of the bed, the left. He has his left arm propped behind him, his shirt off, a pair of gray sweatpants on, and his right hand in his boxers. His long hair is pulled back into a bun and his beard is long from not shaving in weeks.

You turn your head to look at Bucky. You can see the small movements his hand is making. He’s jerking himself off but he doesn’t want to come just yet.

“Please Bucky, Stevie said I was being a good girl!” You beg.

Bucky tilts his head to the side as Steve continues to kiss your neck. “You haven’t proven anything yet, Doll,” Bucky smirks at you.

You continue to grind down on Steve’s dick, chasing your orgasm. You weren’t close by any means, but any movement would bring it closer.

“Doll, you look pathetic trying to get off on Stevie.” Bucky laughs at you.

You moan at his words and feel Steve get harder. You lift your arms and Steve lifts your shirt off. He continues to lift his hips to meet yours as he rips off your bra and looks at your breasts. Steve licks his lips before putting his mouth onto one of your tits. He lightly grazes your nipple with his teeth before licking it and then gently sucking. You moan and arch your back, pushing your breast further into Steve’s mouth.

“Please Stevie, please make me feel good!” You moan, sounding breathless.

“Be a good girl and I’ll let Stevie make you feel good,” Bucky tells you.

You look at him and see that he’s moving his hand faster, a sign that you were being a good girl. You continue to roll your hips onto Steve, allowing him to be the one in control. Steve switches breasts, making sure to give it the same treatment.

You feel the familiar knot in your stomach. You know you can’t let loose without Bucky’s approval or without Steve feeling equally as good.

“Stevie…. Bucky… I’m about to-!” You can’t let the words out, too focused on moaning.

Steve releases your breast from his mouth and turns to Bucky. “Should we let her?”

“Hmmm…. Do you think she’s been a good enough girl?” Bucky asks as he watches your hips move more erratically, trying to find some relief.

Steve lets out a moan as you rub him in the right spot. “Mmh… She’s been an angel Buck. Maybe after I’m done with her you can try her out.”

You moan at the sensation. The boys talking to each other like you weren’t there made you feel something. As well as his hard cock hitting your cunt in the most delicious way.

“Ok, you can let her come.” Bucky finally agrees, moving his hand at the same speed you’re thrusting your hips.

“Yes! Thank you, Bucky! Thank you!” You moan in excitement as Steve goes back to kissing your neck, this time massaging your tits with his hands.

The room is filled with your impatient moans, Steve’s heavy breathing, and Bucky jerking himself off. You start to feel your orgasm coming, the familiar pull exciting you.

“Stevie, I'm so close! Yes right there! Keep going! Yes!” You moan.

Finally, you snap. You feel your orgasm course through you, your toes curling with pleasure, and the most filthy moan escaping your lips. Steve and Bucky follow behind you, feeling the relief you feel.

“Come here Doll,” Bucky motions for you to come to him.

You obey him, leaving Steve to ride out his orgasm. You crawl to Bucky and let him help you straddle his lap. One thing about these super soldier men, they can go all night.

“Are you going to be a good girl again and let me claim the sweet pussy?” Bucky asks, cupping your cunt.

You push yourself down harder, wanting him to take you. “Yes, Sergeant.”

“Good girl.” Bucky lifts you and walks over to Steve who already has his boxers off. “Stevie, why don’t you help our girl?”

Bucky sets you down and makes you stand between Steve’s legs. Both men help you out of your jeans and underwear before Bucky makes you widen your stance, placing your hands on his chest. Then you feel it. Steve’s long and thick finger is stretching your hole. Slowly but surely he stretches you out, adding one finger after the other until you are prepped for his cock.

“She’s ready Buck,” Steve says from behind you. You turn to Bucky and see that he is naked now.

Bucky helps Steve get his thick cock in you, making sure that the two of you are comfortable. You moan as his throbbing tip is at your entrance, feeling how good Steve is stretching you. Bucky then pushes you back onto Steve before settling above you, thrusting into your pussy without any warning. You let out a loud yelp that is followed by a moan.

Both men slowly pull out until only their tips are inside of you. They thrust back in, their hips flushed against yours. They repeat their movements, changing their speeds. Bucky would go fast while Steve would go deliciously slow, and vice versa. You moan pornographically, their movements being everything you want.

“Look at her Stevie, she’s a slut!”

“Makes me wonder why we fuck her and not each other, we don’t do around acting like a porn star, right Buck?”

“Mhm, that’s right Stevie!” Bucky wraps his left arm around your neck and gives it a light squeeze.

“Yes! Please! Treat me like a slut!” You moan.

Bucky leaves his hand around your throat but doesn’t squeeze. He gently moves your neck to the side before leaning down to kiss Steve. Bucky forces his tongue down Steve’s throat and he hums in approval. You moan at the sight. The super soldiers thrusting into you, treating you like a toy, but being into each other.

Bucky gently squeezes your throat once more. “You like that slut? Do you like us treating you like you’re not even here? You like that we’re fucking you because no one else will ever be allowed to touch you?”

You nod your head quickly, your breaths coming faster. You start to feel your orgasm coming again. Hearing Bucky degrade you and the slapping of your skin against both men brings you closer to the edge.

“We’re going to fill her Stevie. We’re going to make sure that the slut knows she belongs to us and only us.”

They both start to go in sync, almost as if they practiced it. Like they knew you would be a goner. 

“Yes, Bucky! Yes Stevie! Yes! Yes! YES!” You start to moan louder and louder. “Please, I'm so close! Let me come! Please!”

 Steve starts to kiss your neck again, biting hard. You moan and Bucky silences you, his tongue pushing past your lips. You lean further into Bucky, tasting Steve on his lips. Bucky kisses you like he’s starving and you’re his next meal. Bucky leans back and grabs your chin with his left hand. He tilts your head back and makes your mouth stay open. He then spits into your mouth, ordering Steve to do the same. Both men spit in your mouth multiple times before Bucky forces you to close your jaw.

“Swallow and I’ll let you come.” You gladly drink their spit.

Bucky nods at Steve and her reaches between your bodies until he gets to your clit. He plays with your clit, making sure that you can only feel pleasure. You feel the pressure in the pit of your stomach build up. Your toes start to curl with anticipation. You can tell that both men are close as well, their thrusts turning sloppy.

“I’m going to come! You moan out.

Bucky and Steve thrust three more times before you unravel. You yell their names as you feel your orgasm wash over you. Both men stay in you and thrust until they come. Bucky and Steve come at the same time, Steve holding the back of Bucky’s neck to pull him for a kiss. They kiss until every last drop of their come is in you.

“You are a good girl.” Bucky praises you.

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[beiasluv]

influenced | o. piastri (81)

a/n: it’s race week babbayyyyy Piastri in da house 😘

“Oscuh, did you see my water bottle?”

One thing Oscar adored – less than you – was Lando.

Lando was his everything in the scary, new world of formula one. To be fair, he was the oldest child his whole life…and don’t get him wrong, he loves his sisters with his whole heart. But, hell, he doesn’t like to be abandoned on the track without his extroverted Brit.

And Lando sure knows how to rub things off on Oscar.

“No?” the Australian looked up, his mouth still hooked up to the straw.

“Unfair,” he huffed before tapping the trim of the door – waddling away.

—

You’ve found yourself, sitting cross-legged in his driver’s room – almost biting on your lips when you watched a replay of his qualifying on the small screen of your phone.

It wasn’t every day you got to show up to his race, let alone his home race, all thanks to your busy schedule – but here you were.

Just maybe don’t mention the assignments backpack on the floor…

“Hey.”

You saw Oscar stumbling into his room, one hand still wrapped around his emotional support water bottle. His eyes lit up immediately when they spotted yours.

“Hi,” you cooed, putting away your phone before standing up to greet him with a hug. Breathing in his scent, closing your eyes and resting your face on his chest. “You’re sweaty.”

“I know,” he huffed.

“Great session?” smiling as you pulled away, giving his lips a quick peck. No way..

Ticklish.

"Mhm. Really good." Oscar said, rubbing his chin with his right hand. “How ‘bout you?”

“Good…good–” you quickly brushed it off.

This can’t be what you were thinking. Blinking a few times before reaching your hands to caress his chin, tilting it to get a better view. A Lando Norris-styled stache staring right back at you.

“Oscar”

“You like?” he smirked, raising one of his eyebrows in return.

Maybe he’d like to admit how cool Lando looked with the stache. He didn’t believe his looks mattered much, he was there to race after all. And not that he has been avoiding showing his lower half of the face during your face times anyway…

But damn it…he would look cool with one.

“You were influenced.”

His cheeks flushed harder with blood, “Maybe. But I think it suits me…right?”

You winced. Lightheartedly. “Hmmm, I don’t know.”

“Come ‘on,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Do you not like it?”

You broke into a smile, shaking your head in defense. “Oscar Jack Piastri, I like you either way.”

“Really?”

He made a pouty face, the one you cooed at, trying to act tough. "But Lando said it’s cool."

“Of course. You always believe Lando,” you chuckled, pinching his cheeks ever so slightly.

“You sure about that?” He smirked.

“Let’s get you shave then.”

Ushshskkajajajak I have mixed feelings about his stachee

I’d appreciate any interaction if you liked it, if not…then why not 😘

– @namgification @jsjcue @c-losur3

Today’s a special day for yourself!! Take care!

#formula 1 #f1 x reader #f1 #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri smau #oscar piastri #lando norris x reader

[jayssluttywife]

I do this | kim sunoo

"ill be your blonde tonight if thats what you like"

warnings: unprotected sex(they are married), breeding? , biting/marking, makeout(s), a lot of fluff at the end, oh yeah swearing. that's it (for now). (byeol is your sons name)

synopsis: your husband, sunoo, had just come back from work. You had just put your son to sleep and hopped into the shower, do you think sunoo could control seeing you in a bathrobe that he could untie with a finger?

hmmm, no

{☆}

You just put your cute son to sleep and thought it would be good to shower quickly before your husband returned. You had just stepped out, blowdried your wet hair when you heard a small knock on the door.

You quickly wrap your robe around you and walk down the stairs towards the door. Pulling the handle, you see your cute husband standing outside in his night suit. "Hey honey," you say with a smile as he walks in. He looks at you up and down, and a smirk forms on his face.

He closes the door behind him and his eyes linger on you. You feel your cheeks flush as he takes a step closer to you. "What's going on, y/n?" he asks, his voice low and husky. Your brows furrow in confusion.

"I'm just getting ready for bed," you say, your voice shaky. Your husband nods, but you can tell he's not convinced. He takes another step closer to you, and you can feel his breath on your neck.

"Are you sure that's all?" he whispers in your ear, his lips brushing against your skin. A shiver runs down your spine as his hands slide around your waist. He bites down on the skin of your neck, and you let out a pleasurable hiss.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Your lips meet passionately, and you feel yourself melting into him. He doesn't break apart; he pulls you into his arms, guiding you up the stairs.

Ypu push him so he sits on the bed. Bending over, you see a suspiciously big bulge beneath his trousers. It makes you smirk, looking up to him between his legs. "Did I make you this hard baby?" you tease him.

Slowly unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trousers, you hear a tut. "No teasing today baby" he reminds you. Listening to him, you quickly pull down his boxers and grab his crotch earning a hiss. You put him in your mouth, it fits like a charm: big enough to make your throat lock but just enough to have you hollow your cheeks.

Your movements are quick, head moving up and down as you breathed through your nose. You never took your eyes off him though. The sight was so beautiful. Forcing yourself deeper, the tip of your nose hits his abdomen. Another shaky breath came out as you did.

It was too much. Too good. He choked on his saliva as you fumbled with his balls. Letting out a long, whiny moan, he grabs onto your hair. "Shit y/n" you hum, making him thrust into your mouth. "I can't cum.

He pulls your hair, making you moan into him. "Please baby, I want to cum in you.". His thrust became slower and slower, moving away from you hastily. "I thought you said no teasing", you say as you watch his eyes roll to the back of his head. Still filled with pleasure.

You get up. Slowly removing your robe to reveal your freshly shaved and cleaned body. You climb onto him, sinking down as he stretches you out. He looks down with a smirk, "would you look at that". He suddenly thrusts upwards whilst pushing down on your belly. "Acting do dominant when you know I'm way bigger baby". You whimper at his words as he starts thrusting more and more.

One particular thrust has you rolling your eyes to the back of your head. You let out a loud moan as he starts pounding into you. "Shh baby, you'll wake byeol up" he teases, knowing your more vocal than ever.

You put a hand over your mouth, eyes rolling back once again. "You're so pretty" he watches your expressions change with every movement he does. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, diving in for a kiss.

He quickly bites down on your lower lip, your mouth parting as he does. His tongue explores your mouth, not one inch is untouched by his pink pretty tongue. Slowly, his thrust lessened in speed.

They become more unsequenced and sloppy. You knew he was about to cum. He grabs on of your tis and fondle witht hem.

Then he uses both hands and plays with both of them. It all feels so good you never want to stop. You cant even fell anything and suddenly your orgasm hits you.

You can feel your liquids leak down his legs as you yell his name. With that, he cums aswell, his movements coming to a slow hult.

Your legs were trembling as he pulled you up from ontop of him. He lays you down, pulling out your favourite pair of pyjamas.

Now, you are both laid on the bed, facing eachother with a smile on your face. Before you could fall asleep you hear small feet running into your room.

"Mommy are you ok?!" your son yells as he climbs onto the bed. You stroke his hair and giggle. He looks at sunoo is shock.

"Daddy?" he questiones.

"Moms ok alright ok cutie?" He reassures as his son lunges into his arms. You look into Sunoos eyes.

"I think your going to have a little sibling"

"yay!"

{☆}

I really loved this but the ending was so bad. :((

#enha x reader #enhyphen hard thoughts #enhypen #enhyphen x reader #enhypen smut #sunoo x reader #enhypen sunoo #sunoo smut

[sofasoap]

At the barbers

Pairing: John Price x F!Medic! Reader (call sign : Chameleon)

Summary: Part of @glitterypirateduck's John Price "O, Captain! Challenge" prompt used : 92: Giving Price a haircut and/or shave

Warning: T-M rating.

A/N: as mention previously in my Little secret series, Reader is from immigrant/non-Caucasian background. I know nothing about military. Thank you @mini-metal for giving me few suggestions and few ideas! *hugs*

Part of the Memory in a Fragrance series Part of Little secret series

Master list

“Love.”

“Hmmm?” 

“Would you mind giving me a hand here please?” John struggled as he tried to lift his injured arm to trim his beard. 

You sighed. “I am only good with surgical knives and scissors.” You took the trimmer off his hand and gently pushed his arm down. “Why not go to a barber?” 

“.... I am not quite comfortable with someone holding a blade to my neck.” 

“And you are comfortable with ME doing it?” you cocked an eyebrow. 

He hummed. “That’s because you are my wife. I trust you with all my life.” he pressed a kiss into your forehead. Wrapping his good arm around you as you sink into his embrace. 

“Well I am flattered by the great Captain Price trusting me with a knife to his throat.” you giggled, “But I really wouldn’t trust myself to trim my own dead ends off, let alone take a risk of destroying your luscious mutton chop.” You could almost feel him rolling his eyes as he mumbled something incoherent.

“How about one of the boys helping you?”

“I don’t trust them either.” he rumbled. “I trust them with my life.. But I wouldn’t trust them NOT destroying my beard. I already heard them plotting to shave my beard off in my sleep a few times.” 

You couldn't help but laugh. “ Well… We gotta think of something. Can’t let you leave your hair and beard go until your arms heal….” 

The strong leathery, lavender and cedarwood, faint hint of cigar smell hits you as soon as the two of you walk into the shop. The old radio playing some jazz music in the background, the old barber sitting on the wooden stool, reading the newspaper. It brings you distant memories. One of those rare happier moments when you were younger…. 

John finally agreed after a bit of coaxing from you to get his hair and beard done by the professional instead of you trying your luck. 

“I will go with you, how about that? And maybe I can learn a few tricks and tips from the professional?” you suggested. 

The barber waved to your husband to sit down on the chair after you explained to him what needs to be done. He was more than happy to teach you how to help John to maintain his pride and joy. 

Price couldn’t hold back his smile as he saw how focused and concentrated you are, pouting and wrinkling your nose as you listened to the barber explaining each step and how to use the tools. It helps to distract him from some strangers working so closely to him with sharp apparatus. The barber even handed over the scissors a few times for you to try out. 

“Stop moving, you are laughing too much.” you mumbled as you tried to trim the extra long strains around the edge of his jaw. “I don’t think you want me to accidentally take a chunk out of your beard, and have the boys laugh at you at work.” “I could always shave all my beard off.” “Oh so you changed your mind? You're definitely going to give them a heart attack and give me a heart break if you do that. So…  Never.” you laughed as you handed the scissors back to the barber. 

“You get to see Lieutenant John Price?” 

“As much as you were a handsome young man back then,I would rather keep that memory in the photos.” You pointed out as you sat back down, letting the professional get back to work. 

You observe your husband’s side profile with a faint smile on your face as the barber finishes off the rest of the trimming and hair cut. Even after years of marriage, you still have a hard time believing, this handsome man is your husband. 

The moment you set your eyes on him, you didn’t think you had much of a chance. The ranks, the personality, the background…. Everything. 

But he chose you. 

“I choose you? I should be thankful you chose me, my love.” he whispered into your ear one night after you confessed your insecurity. Nuzzling his face into your neck. “For bearing my temper…my imperfections.” 

“What do you think?” he looked at your eyes through the mirror as the barber dust the rest of the beard and hair off his shoulder, seeking for approval. 

Moving yourself to stand in front of him, you gently lay your hand on his face, tilting it to the left, and to the right, and finally, giving him a kiss on the lip, enjoying the smell of the aftershave.

“Handsome. And the best mutton chop I have ever seen.”

“You sound like you have seen quite a few in your life.” he chuckled as thank and paid the barber for his service.

“Maybe, maybe not.” you teased him as you wrap your arm around him. “But it’s definitely the mutton chop that always gives me a good time.” you could see his cheek redden under the beard. “Now, it’s not so scary is it? Having someone else to trim your beard for you.” 

“If you come with me again next time.” he squeezed your hand fondly.

“Gladly.”

“Oh what, you mean we missed out a chance of trying to shave his beard off?” “And You will get your mohawk shaved off too if you do that, MacTavish.” 

Thank you @glitterypirateduck for hosting another wonderful event!!!! *hug*

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[derekhighwaytf]

Vanity, Oh Vanity

With a chiseled jawline and sculpted muscles that are the result of countless hours in the gym, you must think you’re the spitting image of youth and physical perfection. You exude a confidence that's almost intoxicating. Your hair, a glossy waterfall of golden locks, is your crowning glory, accentuating your overly self-assured smile.

And if life is a game to you, "HookedUp" is your playground. Every day, hundreds of messages fill your inbox from men who would do anything just to get a response back from you. Your fingers dance across the screen, teasing and toying with these horny bastards who seek your attention. The thrill of the chase, the art of seduction—it's a game you play so masterfully. You revel in the attention, basking in your control of the chase, always one step ahead, relishing the power your beauty affords you.

But then, out of the blue, here comes a message from "Need2SuckNow." The profile picture stops you in your tracks—a chubby, bald man with a browless face and a ridiculous mustache. What a fucking loser! You laugh aloud, feeling a mixture of contempt and amusement. He is everything you are not, a stark contrast to your own graceful elegance. These are the guys that make you ashamed of the gay community. Horny, desperate fuckers who are so ugly that they shouldn’t be allowed to see the light of day.

That is, until he messages you. "Too good for me, huh? Well let's see about that.” Your laughter freezes in your throat. A chill runs down your spine, something about the message seeming too unusual just to ignore. You quickly try to block the account, but your app freezes up until you receive another chilling message.

"It must be easy to keep a clean face when you only have to shave once every week. But a mustache would look nice on your upper lip. Must suck that you can't get rid of it."

Your heart pounds as a sudden tingling sensation dances across your upper lip. You dash to the bathroom mirror, terror gripping you as you find a thick, bushy mustache sprouting uncontrollably. You can feel each hair pushing through your skin, an alien sensation that makes your stomach churn. In a panic, you grab your razor and try shave it off, but it grows back instantly, each hair thicker and coarser than before. Your face, once the epitome of smooth perfection, is now marred, the mustache making you appear like some kind of seventies porn actor.

Then a new message pops up: "Hmmm, even with that worm on your face, you're still undeniably sexy. Well, you were, until you lost your hair.”

Your heart hammers in your chest as a foreign sensation begins to crawl across your scalp. Your hair—once your golden crown, each strand lovingly styled and nurtured—begins to wither, shriveling up into thin strings of dull brown. You watch in the mirror, helpless, as each luxurious strand shrivels and falls like brittle leaves from a dying tree. Your scalp tingles with a sensation akin to thousands of tiny ants marching in unison, each step another hair lost, another cruel reminder of what you're losing. In mere moments, you go from a thick, glossy mane to completely and utterly bald, your scalp laid bare, smooth, and cold. The beautiful image you've spent you’re entire life crafting has shattered within mere minutes.

“Well look who went from twink to daddy! You would get to enjoy this if only you weren’t two cheeseburgers away from becoming a bear."

The words echo in your ears as you feel a strange bloating sensation work up your stomach. It starts subtly, a softness in the muscles you've worked so hard to sculpt. Your reflection warps as your once well-defined muscles begin to transform into flabby, gut-like masses. Each ripple and curve you've proudly displayed becomes obscured by an unwelcome softness. Your pecs, once firm and strong, sag into the unrecognizable shape of man boobs. Your abs dissolve into a paunch, like you’ve just drank four kegs of beer, and your arms have now become hefty wind sails.

You strain to move as your body expands, each part becoming softer and more unmanageable. The grace and ease with which you once moved are replaced by a sluggish, heavy feeling. You reach out, touching the body that was once your pride, feeling it jiggle back, unable to reconcile the stranger staring back at you.

A new message chills you to the bone: “And if that wasn’t enough, you might’ve still been able to get laid if you hadn’t shaved your eyebrows off, you nasty punk!”

Your heart lurches, and you instinctively reach up, touching the place where your eyebrows once framed your alluring eyes. They're gone. You feel the bare skin, smooth and empty, the absence more profound than mere hair. Your eyes, once highlighted by well-groomed brows, now stare back at you freakishly, wide and vulnerable, framed by a void that seems to laugh at your former vanity.

“And don’t think you can hide the new you from the world. It’s too bad that you have an insatiable need to get fucked in the kinkiest ways possible. Now that you’re the town whore, everyone knows that you will do anything to get filled.”

A shiver runs through you as a new sensation takes hold—an intense, overpowering craving for cock. It's not just a desire; it's a need, a hunger that gnaws at your very core. Your body aches with it, every fiber of your being consumed by a lust you've never known. You find yourself feverishly messaging guys on the app, the very desperation you mocked replacing the playful teasing that once defined your game. The desire to be filled with cum overshadows everything else, even as your transformed appearance continues to haunt your every move. It doesn’t matter who, you need cock, and you need it now.

The transformation is complete, the new you solidified, your username now the mocking reminder of what you once laughed at: Need2SuckNow. Your vanity, your grace, your confidence—all of it is gone, replaced by an insatiable hunger for cock that will not be denied.

You are Need2SuckNow, and the world will never let you forget it.

#gay tf #male transformation #mental change #tf story #muscle theft #bald #tf #bear tf #bearification

[tj-dragonblade]

[FLUFFBRUARY FICLET] Vogue

Rated: M Word Count: 756 Tags: Fluffbruary, Fluffbruary 2024, fluff with added heat, human AU, photographer-model roleplay

For my dearest @staroftheendless - happy birthday! The stars aligned and I managed to bang out this little scene, built on today's Fluffbruary prompt and featuring not-a-shaved-panther human!Dream just for you ❤️

Fluffbruary Prompts: Day 21: photography pepper truffles Day 22: key silly quest

Summary: Dream comes home and Hob greets him with a camera

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"There he is!" Hob exclaims, and whisper-yells to simulate crowd noise, camera flashing as the door to the flat opens. Dream pauses on the threshold, caught off guard, keys still in hand, and then his expression shifts as he takes in Hob, shirtless, snapping photo after photo. He smiles, slow and sultry, tosses his head and runs a hand through his hair, shakes it out as he shuts the door and sets his keys aside. He pauses briefly on each move, posing, letting Hob get every shot like they're on the red carpet, and Hob plays it up, crooning directions in between.

"Yeah, that's it, give me lips—" Dream pouts, full and rosy pink, framed by his three-day stubble, and the camera flashes. "Beautiful, gorgeous, yes. Give me flirty, playful—" Dream hooks a finger under the knot of his tie and tugs it loose, flicks open the buttons on his collar, smile coy, eyes a simmering sapphire blue under his lashes. "Love it, sweetheart, you're a natural," Hob praises, clicking away. They've gone from imaginary red carpet to imaginary private studio in two seconds flat but that's really not the point here, is it. "Lose some layers, let's relax a bit, yeah?"

Dream, bless him, manages to make the process of removing his shoes and socks while still standing look sexy, somehow; Hob makes sure to catch his bare feet with their ebony toenails in at least of couple of shots. Dream shrugs out of his neat slate-grey blazer next, turning and giving a coy come-hither gaze over his shoulder as he tugs it off his arms and casts it aside.

"That's right baby keep going, you're doing great," Hob offers, halfway between his photographer-with-questionable-ethics persona and genuine praise. It's harder to keep up the role the further they get into it, but he knows Dream has fun with these silly little games and so he does his best. "Show me something dirty, now, something sexy." He's backing down the hall as Dream advances, heading inevitably for the bedroom.

"Hmmm," Dream purrs, thoughtful; then, eyes never leaving the camera, he brings his wrist to his mouth and unbuttons the cuff of his sleeve with his teeth. His other hand is busy with the buttons down his front; he switches and continues, repeats the cuff-unbuttoning on the other arm.

"Perfect," Hob leers, backing into the bedroom, snapping pic after pic, "keep it coming, make me, uh, make me forget my own name here—"

Dream lifts his arms, shirt hanging open, cuffs undone, and rakes both hands back through his hair with a moan. His eyes are closed, lips parted, head tilted back; the loose tie around his throat is a slash of deep burgundy against the black of his chest hair and the white of his skin and Hob loses his breath for half an instant at the sheer compositional beauty of the sight, grateful that he's already got his camera in action.

He is so fucking blessed, to get to call Dream his.

Dream lifts his head, rolls his shoulders, drops his hands to his belt and meets Hob's gaze through the camera lens again. He undoes the buckle and pulls the slim leather free in one swift motion, drops it lazily behind him as he enters the bedroom. He flicks open the clasps on his trousers, draws the zipper down just enough to tease, then palms himself in one hand while the other snakes up to pull his tie completely free. He gives Hob another second to take photos while he's gripping his crotch and then he turns, steps over to the bed and falls gracefully back onto it. His hands are above his head; he winds the tie loosely about both wrists and then holds the ends in his fist, a token show of restraint. His shirt is wide open around him, dusky pink nipples on display, the dark hair on his chest trailing beautifully down his abdomen into the open fly of his trousers, where he is visibly aroused.

Hob stares, lifting his gaze from the viewscreen on the camera, achingly hard himself and losing the thread of his character entirely. "Fuck me, you're gorgeous," he breathes, snapping a few more photos. He can't help himself.

Dream smiles, sultry, decadent, and arches invitingly against the sheets. "Put the camera down, Hob," he purrs, flexing his fingers where his hands are 'bound' above his head. "Your model has worked hard, and would like to be ravished, now."

Hob is only too happy to comply.

= Drafted: 2/20/24 - 2/21/24 Posted: 2/21/24

#TJs Fics #TJs Fluffbruary #Fluffbruary 2024 #Dreamling #Sandman

[the1975attheirverybest]

The Greatest British Bake-off

A/N: Prompter day 12

Prompt: autumn treats.

Warnings: none

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"are you...serious?" she rolled her eyes jokingly. "The theme was 'autumn, boys. You've all got brownie m=ingredients."

"Matty picked the challenge." George tattled.

Adam mumbled something about having warned them about this.

Matty cleared his throat as a pre-announcement before speaking authoritatively, "Brownies can be autumnal."

Ross whispered into Matty's ear, "I think you have a special kind of brownies in mind," and they both giggled.

"Baby, this is brownie mix. with this level of laziness, I don't think we can call this a bake-off." she eyed the ingredients he'd laid out on the counter with snobby judgement.

"I've got a few surprises up my sleeve. Just...just time us, okay? lets settle this once and for all."

the title of "Best Band Baker" was at stake. Matty's competitive side has always been both attractive and entertaining, so she'd invited Charli and Carly to collectively enjoy this madness.

"alright boys. find your stations and I'll get a timer going...."

Charli took that as her cue to pour the wine.

"Okay, everyone settled? ready...set...AND GO!" She grinned at the sound of butter packets opening, whisks circling, and Matty struggling to open his Brownie mix and crack and egg.

"You should all give up now." George stated, dipping a finger in to taste-test his concoction, "my brownies will destroy yours without a doubt."

"Less trash talking more baking, George." Matty mumbled, his brows furrowed, his tongue sticking out. "christ! I think I cut myself."

Charli chuckled reminding everyone that, as a general rule, blood in the batter disqualifies you unconditionally.

"Me, me, me! I go first! I've finished first!" Ross announced, ecstatic.

"alright, we've only got one oven, so we'll have to put all of your...uhm...masterpieces in together. it'll be a game of Tetris so let me do it."

"well, let the record show, I was the first to finish. That goes towards my final score, yes?"

She looked at her co-judges, nodding when Charli and Carly both confirmed. "Yes, Ross. It does."

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"I think we should grade them in the order that they were finished." Charli suggested. "Which means...Ross MacDonald. You're going first."

Ross smiled luminously, cutting up three pieces for each of the ladies to try.

They watched the boys serious and apprehensive faces and decided to milk it, taking their time, whispering their comments to each other and pretending to look serious in contemplation.

"alright, so we all agree?"

"mhm...."

"well, Ross." She took a deep breath. "Upon first glance it might seem like a perfectly respectable Brownie....but, my friend, the edges are a bit too dry and crispy. You'd have to cut off a significant portion of this thing to enjoy a brownie-textured bite. so...7/10."

"George Daniel, you're next, bro."

"George....oh man. you see how it's still runny in the middle? it MIGHT have turned into a brownie at some point, if it ever finished baking. sorry, babe. 5/10."

In the background, Ross and George bickered over who would have the worst luck.

"Adam gets extra points for the presentation. Tell us, are those actual chocolate shavings on top? wow, alright...we might have a winner here. 8.5/10."

"last but not least, Matthew...." She squinted her eyes, looking up at her boyfriend. "I...this color isn't a good sign, babe."

Matty rolled his eyes, "would you just- fuckin try it?"

"you sneaky little...." Carly giggled. "he's added pumpkin to it!"

"AND cinnamon."

Matty beamed "Can't have pumpkin without cinnamon. Obviously."

"hmmm....that's smart. and on theme." Charli mused.

"But Adam's presentation is infinitely more appealing...."

"Right, cuz with the pumpkin added, the color of Matty's brownies...well, it's not the most appetizing."

"He does get points for creativity though."

The three ladies nodded amongst themselves.

"do we have a tie on our hands?"

Matty, watching their debate, began to get visibly worked up. "No! That's not fair! ties are not an option! Here, listen..." He drove the knife through the still steaming dessert, "take another bite! really think about it. let it melt, luxuriously in your mouth. Smell it! It's autumn in your kitchen!"

She smiled, teasingly, at the love of her life. "wow, you really don't like losing do you?"

"Please! we should bring someone else in! Polly will break the tie. Or...yo, Ross. Call John!"

"Hmmmm" Charli winked at them to go along. "Nah, I think if we're being fair, it's a tie."

Matty, finally unable to remain still, walked out from behind the kitchen counter. "The fuck is that fair? fuck no! I demand a re-match! Only ONE band member can be the winner. this is ridiculous! Adam and I can go again! I've gotta run to the shops, though, we'll start again when I get back...."

#promptober75 #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fluff #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x y/n #matty healy x you #matty healy x reader

[running-with-the-feels]

Absolutely love ur fics btw. Anyways can we get some more subscorp sillies… please sir may I have some more 🤲

tysm! y'all can have as many as you want!

Kuai Liang: I'm thinking of shaving my beard

Hanzo, cradling Kuai Liang's face and staring deep into his eyes: Do Not

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Hanzo: I don't think you should do that

Kuai Liang, taking a shot of Kung Lao's moonshine: You're not the boss of me

A few moments later

Kuai Liang, giggling and laying down in Hanzo's lap: Your eyes are really pretty, like- they're like- like Rocks

Hanzo, trying not to combust with the force of his blush: Rocks, huh?

Kuai Liang: hmmm, sharp ones

Hanzo, glaring at the other defenders who are absolutely crying with laughter: Okay, Kuai Liang

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Hanzo: I am a man of strong will and unshakeable focus, absolutely nothing can-

Kuai Liang, shirtless and southern: Darlin' could'ya pass me tha' water bottle?

Hanzo, not staring at Kuai Liang's eyes:....sure

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(stole this one from a tiktok audio that I don't know the source of)

Hanzo: No, Kuai Liang, you're not ascending to godhood, you're just dehydrated

Kuai Liang, cracking open his thermos of monster: Out of my way, flame boy! I'm about to liberate my divine self from this mortal shell!

Hanzo: here we go

Kuai Liang, five minutes later: hop-.....hopital

Hanzo, picking him up bridal style: yup, let's go

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Hanzo: yeah, some of the other kids used to bully me when I was younger but after I joined the Shirai Ryu it stopped

Kuai Liang, radiating murderous intent: Names, give me names

Hanzo: Babe, no, you can't murder people for shit they did when they were twelve

Kuai Liang: Sure I can, they're not twelve anymore

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On a mission

Kuai Liang, gesturing to the guards they just knocked out: We should kill them

Hanzo: No!

Kuai Liang: why not?

Hanzo: They're unconcious

Kuai Liang: we can wake them up

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lying in bed together on a peaceful morning

Hanzo: this is nice

Kuai Liang: yeah, the lack of chaos is very peaceful

Door slams open as Frost and Takeda run in screaming, Hanzo pulls a pillow over his head to block it out

Kuai Liang: it never lasts

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Bi-Han, kicking open the door to Kuai Liang's rooms: Wake up motherfucker we're late for training!

Kuai Liang, sleepily: fuck off

Hanzo, poking his head up from where he was previously concealed revealing that they are both naked: huh?

Bi-Han, mortified as he runs out of the room: BLEACH! I need bleach for my eyes!

That's all I can think of rn, but lemme know if you want more!

#kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #subscorp #bi-han #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x #mortal kombat 11

[diazsdimples]

WIP Wednesday!

Tagged by my absolute favourite @theotherbuckley 😊

Finally started the Buck's Baby sequel!! Here's a short snippet of the first chapter. I'm so excited to keep writing this now that I'm free from uni and general adult obligations!

“Daddy” “Hmmm, go t’ sleep, Aid” “Daddy, up!” “Five more minutes” “Up now, Daddy!” Giving up on sleep, Buck blearily creaked open an eyelid, following the sound of his son’s voice to look towards his left where Aidan was standing beside his bed. His son was tugging insistently on his arm and grinned happily when he saw Buck’s eyes open. “Up, Daddy!” Aidan exclaimed, reaching his arms up to Buck. With a low groan, Buck rolled over and hooked his hands under Aidan’s arms, hoisting the toddler onto the bed. Aidan settled himself happily on Buck’s stomach, sitting with his legs on either side of Buck’s ribs. “Why are you up so early, bud? What time is it?” Buck asked, tickling Aidan’s stomach before reaching over to grab his phone from the bedstand. He squinted as the bright light from his phone lit up his face and let out a whine when he saw the time. “Aid, it’s 5:30, it’s too early to be out of bed yet, bud”. Aidan pouted. “Want cake” he said, crossing his arms and sticking out his bottom lip. Buck arched an eyebrow. Of all the traits his son could have inherited, Aidan seemed to have Buck’s same affinity for stubbornness, if not more. Buck should have known he was in for a rough ride when Aidan’s first word (other than “Dada”, “Papa” and “Tiss”) had been a firm, resounding “no”. “It’s too early for cake, Aidan, we need to wake for Papa and Chris to wake up too” he explained, internally lamenting the fact that he was trying to reason with a 2-year-old (Jesus Christ, his son was two) at 5 o’clock in the morning. Aidan perked up. “Papa up?” he asked, looking hopefully across the bed at Eddie’s sleeping figure. “No” Buck said firmly, lifting Aidan off his stomach and bundling him up on the bed next to him, pulling him against his chest. “Papa isn’t up, and he’ll get mad if we wake him”. Aidan looked up at Buck with big, blue eyes. “Mad?” he echoed quietly. Buck nodded seriously. “Mad” he confirmed. “And we don’t want Papa to be grumpy on your birthday, do we?”. He kissed Aidan’s head as the little boy let out a dramatic sigh. “No grumpy” he agreed, running his hands over Buck’s cheeks, and giggling quietly as his stubble tickled his palms. “Spikey, Daddy”. Buck took Aidan’s wrist and bought his hand up to his mouth, kissing the palm gently. “I’ll shave in the morning. Go to sleep, baby. We can have cake when we wake up”. “Tay, Daddy. I sleep” Aidan wiggled around as he got comfy, accidentally kicking Buck in the stomach as he did so, and finally settled so he was lying with his back pressed against Buck’s stomach, using his bicep as a pillow. “G’night, baby” Buck yawned. He stroked Aidan’s hair until the boy’s breathing evened out and he began to let out tiny snores, before curling himself around his son’s body and allowing his eyes to close.

No pressure tagging (ignore if you've been tagged) @thosetwofirefighters @wildlife4life @evanbegins @eddiebabygirldiaz @housewifebuck @watchyourbuck @callmenewbie @cal-daisies-and-briars @darkangel2792 @knightlywonders @fionaswhvre @wikiangela @jeeyuns @disasterbuckdiaz @giddyupbuck

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buck buckely #911 abc #911 buddie #911verse #911 fanfic #eddie x buck #evan buckley #911 #dad!buck #aidan buckley #buddie fic #buddie 911 #buddie fanfic #buck x eddie #buddie as dads #wip #current wip #my wips #wip wednesday #wip stuff #work in progress #imagine buck as a dad

[ivyrosetglued]

Halloween Bet Part 1 Reformatted

Halloween Bet Chapter 1 (Reformatted)

Clint agreed to go to a Halloween party with his sister because his sister loves Halloween. She didn’t have anywhere to go or anything to do on the night before Halloween. He would have gone with his girlfriend, but she’s visiting her family for a week and she’s getting back the day after the party. His sister is 20 and he’s 20. He always feels the need to be right or get the last word in with his sister. Clint is 5’8’ as is his sister. Clint isn’t a very muscular guy; he's got more of a slight build. And he has short, light brown hair and green eyes. Clint’s sister is the same height as him. She has dark brown hair and green eyes. She’s quite petite but she’s well formed in the chest and back. Cliff had moved out on his 19th birthday and moved into an apartment building. It wasn’t much, but it was a place to live, the rent was cheap, which was good for him because money is tight.

In Clint's Apartment

Come on! You can be more creative than that!” Clint’s sister was upset because she put so much effort into her costume. She was a zombie nurse, with fake blood and a whole bunch of makeup to make her face look dead and green. He told her he had decided to just buy a ninja costume like he does most years. “I have an idea!” His sister's eyes lit up. ‘I really don’t like that look’ Clint thought to himself. “What is it?” Clint sighed with a hand on his face.

“You could go as a girl!” she could barely hold in her laughter. “Haha yeah right. No way in hell would I do that. Not even YOU’RE that good at makeovers'' He responded awkwardly.

His sister seemed a little hurt by his comments. “I could turn you into a convincing girl! You’ve got the build for it. I’m good at makeup and cosmetics.” He glared at her “No, no, no, no, I’m not doing that.” His sister knows that money is the way to his heart, so she grinned and said slyly “Fancy a wager, big brother?” He thought for a few seconds and responded, “Hmmm. Okay I’ll bite, what’s the wager?” She had a sneaky smile creeping across her mouth as she spoke. “I bet you I could make you so convincing that not even your own girlfriend would recognize you.”

He laughed “Ha, unlikely. So, what happens if she does recognize me?”

“I’ll pay off your rent for a year.”

“Sounds easy enough. What if she doesn’t recognize me?”

This is the part he was worried about.

“If she doesn’t recognize you when we knock on her door, I’ll text her when we get back to the car and let her know about our little bet. You will have to stay as a woman for a week.”

Most people would not take this chance, but Clint was desperate for money and agreed quickly “Deal! But tonight, can I just wear my ninja costume and you can dress me up tomorrow?”

“Tonight, I’ll just let you wear your stupid ninja costume, I’ll cook up a makeover plan for you tomorrow… just you wait….” They stared into each other’s eyes and shook on it.

At the party, Clint saw a few of his friends. He talked to them about the recent football games, as well as hunting. He had a moderate amount of alcohol. Overall, he had a good Halloween party.

The next morning Clint’s sister went to the mall and came back with many bulging bags around 5pm.

“Happy Halloween bro! Are you ready for your makeover?”

*sigh* “Let's just get this over with” Clint responded.

“Okay, so the first thing I want you to do is to shave all your body hair, Clint.”

She handed him a pink razor and some shaving cream.

Clint took them and responded glumly “My whole body?”

“Yup!” his sister said.

Clint got to work spraying the foamy shaving cream all over himself. The cream smelled of cotton candy. It was so sweet it made him feel sick. He shaved his; face, body, arms (and pits) legs, hands, feet, and genitalia. All this took him about an hour and a half. He walked out with his bathrobe on. His sister giggled and said, “You smell AND look amazing!”

“Did you really have to get the scented one? It’s so strong it’s making me sick” he moaned.

“Yes, it's all part of the illusion now, stop complaining, follow me downstairs and I’ll shape your body, Clint.”

Clint sat down and saw his sister pouring glue all over some silicone breast forms. “Why are you putting glue on them!” She glanced sidelong at him “How ELSE are they going to say on stupid? The glue will hold for 2 weeks, but I can get them off in 1 week or a day. I’ll glue all of it so it stays.”

she thought she could remove it, but what his sister didn’t realize was that she had made an error and purchased the wrong glue. She had the solvent for what she thought was the temporary one but she accidentally bought ‘Semi-permanent glue’. There was no solvent for it and the only way to get it off was to wait a full year, so it would start to wear down and other solvents would work.

His sister pressed the breasts hard into his chest and held them there for 15 seconds. She then did the same for the butt pads and hip pads. She even glued on a silicone vagina she had purchased.

“This is soooo damn weird I have the body of a chick” Clint said while feeling his new body.

“You’re welcome. I gave you an excellent form, you’ll make all the girls jealous, also I've decided on our cover story, you’re our cousin who lives a distance away. I’m going as a devil and you an angel.”

“So, I’m in a double costume then…?”

“Yeah”

She then moved into the makeup, she rubbed concealer and foundation all over his face, and bronzed his cheekbones. She glued on long fake lashes and did eyeliner in the waterline and around the eye until it came to a nice wing. She did glossy lips and sparkly golden eyeshadow. She then basically threw glitter in his face. His face was shiny and glittery. She used the same glue to put in light brown extensions to match his hair. She gracefully grabbed her curling iron and gave him some very feminine curls which made it down past his shoulder blades.

“Now for your costume!” His sister clapped her hands together excitedly and handed him a bag. “Put all of it on please.”

He opened the bag and got dressed. He put on the matching white bra and panty set. Slipped into his angel costume, which included a sleek, tight shimmering white dress. The breastplate. While tight, was a beautiful matched the wings. He added the halo as the final touch and stepped out. His sister's eyes lit up and she snapped a picture.

“Hey!” Clint protested.

“Oh, please Clint! You're beautiful! I’ve got to go get into my costume Claire. Please sit tight until I get back.”

“Claire?”

“Yea, that’s the name I decided for you.”

“Fine”

50 minutes later his sister came down in the devil costume.

“Alright let’s drive to your girlfriend's house Claire.”

They arrived with their candy baskets, walked up the steps, and briskly knocked. A gorgeous blonde Caucasian woman answered the door. She was around 5’10”, and had grey-blue eyes with long straight golden blonde hair that went to her hips. She had her bangs pulled to the back and fastened with a white butterfly claw clip. She had pastel blue acrylic nails on. She was wearing a lavender cocktail dress and some sandals. She put one hand on her hip. She saw Clint’s sister and a smile shot across her face.

#tgcaptions #cute crossdreser #forced feminized #tg story #mtf captions #sissy ferminization #super glue #cross dressing #blonde #girly

[brightside-of-the-upsidedown]

hey bestie can i pretty pretty please have titfucking with the kegboys or harringroveson? smooches

How about both? Steve, Eddie, Billy, & Tommy.

Hmmm, I think I'll choose the line “I’m not drunk enough for this.” (also I threw in a bonus ;3)

A bet's a bet and let it never be said that Steve Harrington welched on one.

“I’m not drunk enough for this.” Steve let out a nervous giggle.

"Nobody here but us, Stevie." Tommy rubbed his shoulders and it helped ease some of the tension there.

"Relax, your majesty." Eddie took a long drag off of his joint and leaned in to shotgun it with him. Steve breathed it in, held it, and let Eddie deepen the kiss as the smoke left their lungs.

Between the two of them, he was eased down to kneel on the soft cushion they'd pulled off of Steve's basement couch. Steve parted from the kiss to look past Eddie’s shoulder to see Billy standing up from the couch itself.

"You wearing it, Princess?" Billy reached down to tap Steve's chin until he was looking straight up at him. "Does King Steve honor his bets?"

Steve swallowed hard and startled when Tommy leaned over his shoulder to kiss his constricting throat. "Relax, Stevie, relax. We know how to keep our mouths shut, don't we, boys?"

"Think anyone would believe the Freak?" Eddie grinned at Steve. "We're good, yeah?"

Billy put out his joint in the nearby ashtray on the coffee table. He exhaled as he spoke. "Don't have anyone I want to share this with that ain't already here." He curled his hand through Steve’s hair, rubbing a lock of it between his fingers. "Show us, pretty boy."

Steve felt his mouth go dry but started to unbutton his shirt. The boys made various sounds of interest and shock.

"Fuck me." Eddie's eyes were glazed over and Steve didn't think it was just from the weed. Steve shrugged off the shirt and Tommy, ever the gentleman, helped pull it off and threw it at the couch. No one checked to see if it landed.

"Not here for your skinny ass, Munson." Billy pushed him to the side for a better look. 

The bet had come about while Steve, Tommy, and Billy had been hanging out. It'd been Steve's way of extending the olive branch to Tommy. Whatever their problems were, they'd been friends for too long to leave things as they were forever.

However, Tommy and Billy Hargrove were now a package deal it seemed. Tommy, to ease the tension between the two, had called their friendly neighborhood dealer to come by. Who ended up staying because apparently he and Billy were friends.

After some time, a quiet conversation between Billy and Steve alone, the party of four finally began to kick off. It wasn't long before the games started, he and Billy were too competitive for their own good and this time Steve was into it.

Steve had, almost predictably, lost.

Some time over the course of the party, the other boys had exchanged loaded glances and quiet side conversations before the final bet. In hindsight, maybe Steve should have already known they were interested in him in a more than friend way. The innuendo, the subtle flirting that steadily became less and less so throughout the party, and the stares at his ass.

Fast forward a week later and they were all back at Steve’s to make good on his end of the bet.

Which was Steve, on his knees and surrounded by the boys, in nothing but his old and now too tight gym shorts and the bra.

Tommy rested his chin on Steve's shoulder and trailed hands up from his hips to Steve's chest, cupping the thin see-through red bra. It'd taken some doing, Steve had found one close enough in his size to wear for this. "Shit Stevie, look at you."

By their request, Steve hadn't shaved his chest that week and three pairs of hands were feeling him up. Three pairs of hands petting his chest hair, his nipples, tugging at the straps of the bra, cupping his-

Steve gasped as Billy’s hands squeezed and kneaded his chest. "Look at these fucking tits." He pinched his nipples and got a hiss in return.

"Getting pretty wet," Eddie said in a rough voice. A hand rubbed over the trapped bulge in his shorts and then lightly pinched the head of his cock, the wet patch grew larger. "You really like having your tits played with, huh?"

"So pretty, Stevie." Tommy kissed his neck and held his weight as Steve sank back into him. Tommy wouldn't let him fall. "I got you."

Steve's eyes drifted shut as Eddie shotgunned with him at the same time Billy started mouthing at his tits, sucking on the nipples through the thin material of the bra.

He blinked his eyes open to realize he'd lost track of time a bit. Tommy and Eddie were down to their underwear now, fuck he hadn't known Eddie had that many tattoos, and the sound of Billy's belt hitting the floor drew his eyes upwards.

His first thought was 'no underwear, of course.' The second was holy fuck, Tina hadn't been kidding when she said he was hung.

Eddie and Tommy laughter filled his ears. Steve realized too late that he'd said that last part out loud.

"Yeah," Tommy said. "Sorta my first reaction too."

"My first reaction was how fast can I get that under me and in me." Eddie grinned at Steve’s wide eyes. "Oh, Billy’s very equal opportunity all the time. He's charitable like that."

Billy put a hand on Eddie’s face and pushed him out of the way. "Move it, Munson, or you can go play by yourself."

Eddie scooted to the side so Billy was standing directly in front of Steve. Billy’s hand was back in his hair. "Up." Billy gave a gentle tug on his hair until Steve rose up onto his knees again. It put his face intimately close to Billy. "Mmm, the angle isn't right. Hagan, bring me that chair."

Once Tommy retrieved the chair, Billy sat down and pulled Steve to sit between his knees. It put his cock level with Steve’s chest.

"There we go." Billy's hands were on his chest again, squeezing the soft mounds in his hands. "You put on a little weight, Princess. Looks good on you. Real good." He pinched Steve's nipples hard enough to make him hiss, to make bend down to try to get away. It just made his chin and then brush against Billy’s now very erect cock.

"Um." Steve wasn't even sure what it was he wanted to say. It seemed kind of desperate to beg to suck someone's dick, now matter how good it looked and smelled. Fuck the smell of musk was strong. Steve hadn't gotten a chance at sucking off a guy since the first and last time he had at Wham! concert.

"No pressure, Princess, not what we're here for today." Billy stroked Steve’s hair out of his eyes. "Today you're here to sit pretty for us, let me fuck these tits, and then these two are going to jack off on to them. Hope you didn't save the receipt for this, sweetheart." He snapped Steve's bra strap. "I don't think they're gonna want it back."

Steve was definitely not drunk enough for this, but maybe he was just high enough.

#harle hums #harringroveson #keg boys #MetalSandwich #steve harrington #eddie munson #billy hargrove #tommy hagan #stommy #harringrove #steddie

[larry-22-blog]

Period complications 6 x First Time

Hello, there is the 6th part of the series, where Erling and his love finally take the big step :)

I hope you enjoy it, let me know if you have any feedback, if you would like me to include something specific in the next parts or if you have any prompts.

I try to either include your requests or feedback in the series or consider writing it independently.

Last week I went to the doctor to check if anything looked good after the treatment.

Erling was by my side, as always, holding me together, putting a comforting hand on my thigh when he saw it shaking.

Best boy in the world.

Today was Saturday and Erling didn't have any matches this weekend so I was planning a nice romantic dinner, with candles and some red wine.

Tonight is going to be the night.

I was prepared.

I had a nice bath, shaved all my body, washed my hair, rubbed some lotion and oil on my body then proceeded to do my hair and apply some light makeup.

I dressed up in a light blue flowy dress, no bra just some white lacy panties.

I looked at myself in the mirror smiling, happy with my choices.

At first, I was thinking about dressing in something sexier, a red lace dress, tight and short. But it just wasn't me.

I hope Erling will like me dressed like this.

My boy, he's been out all day, having practice and recovery, then running some errands.

I miss him.

I looked at the clock, he should be home soon.

I got the plates ready and lit some more candles.

"Perfect," I said before hearing the familiar sound of the car engine.

I went to the front door to wait for him, feeling suddenly very nervous.

"Love, I'm--" he opened the door, then saw me "hi…" I said shyly looking up at him.

"Wow baby, you look absolutely stunning!" He said, eyes wide as he checked me out.

I blushed.

He walked up to me, putting his hands on my waist "Did I miss something…? Why are you so nervous baby?" He asked worried, looking into my eyes, then moving one of his hands to caress my cheek and the other to hold my trembling hand.

"I want tonight to be our night…" I said, looking up into his beautiful eyes.

"Baby, are you sure? There is no rush, please don't think that you have to do it on my account, like baby, I'm fine with waiting…" he tried but I cut him off.

"Yes, but I'm not fine with waiting, I want you. All of you." I tried to pull him in a kiss but he was looking at me, making sure I'm absolutely positive about my decision "it's not fair that you're this tall…" I whined, pouting, making him smile before giving in and kissing me.

"You're a shortie," he said into the kiss "hey!" I tried to playfully push at his shoulders "I never said I didn't like it, absolutely love our height difference, well our size difference" he kissed me on the nose.

"You knew you have a size difference kink, you perv" I pulled at his hair, trying to get him to kiss me again.

"As if you don't, you naughty girl, you think I don't see you lusting over my body, blushing whenever I caught you staring? You love how big I am, especially compared to you" he teased and I couldn't help but blush "what do you think are the features I'm most attracted to?" I teased.

"Hmmm well, not necessarily in this order but you love my back, especially my shoulders, my chest, I know you have a thing for my pecs, abs, my legs, yeah definitely my thighs, you always watch my thighs especially when I'm wearing shorts, or well, nothing, also I think for some reason you like my butt? I think it's quite plain but you do you, babe, anyways, maybe my hands? Arms? I don't know, I'm curious to know your answer" he said, kissing me softly "awww baby you're blushing, it's ok, no need to be shy around me"

"I think that what I like most about you in terms of features is your face?" I said shyly, shocking him "my face, really? No way, but I have such a weird one, people have quite mixed opinions of it… I personally think it's weird too," he said.

"I think your face is beautiful, you have such stunning eyes, your cheekbones and jawline are to die for, your lips, damn your lips are so fucking beautiful, so big and plush and kissable and your hair, damn, I have to admit it's my weakness, so fucking soft and long and fits you perfectly. Your pale skin and blonde hair… I don't think I ever met someone remotely like you. You just are both so tough and so soft? I think you just switch your features depending on the mood?" I asked, looking up into his eyes, he was smiling down at me, face a little red "are we still talking about my face??" He giggled.

"Partially, but like how do you look so though on the pitch, with your hair tied and wearing your gorgeous blue and white equipment, you just walk onto the pitch like you own it, the whole stadium, hell the whole world, you look absolutely invincible, so big and strong and confident, a true Viking…" I explained passionately "but that's just a part of you, you're so fucking complex. When you are like this, hair pulled down, sparkling eyes, your perfect smile, comfy clothes, hoodie and beanie, you just, you're the complete opposite. You are actually such a big softie, a teddy bear, so loving and protective and just wonderful, thank you for allowing me to see you, the real you. I just adore this part of you, it shows up around your family and friends mostly, but at some points, it also can be seen with the way you treat your teammates, people you work with, and even the opposite team sometimes" I finished "Not that I don't absolutely love the rest of your body, you know I absolutely do, all you mentioned are valid points, the hottest guy in the world" I completed making him laugh "wow baby, I didn't think I was this complex"

"You are, both an angel and the devil when you want to" I smiled.

"The dinner is getting cold, let's go eat" I took his hand and pulled him towards the dining room, then made him sit down first, which he protested, wanting to help me with my chair "nope, I'm the host tonight, you sit down and relax".

I served him the dinner and a glass of wine then served myself "wow baby, it looks amazing" Erling complimented me "mmm tastes delicious too" he moaned making me blush "thank you, baby, I'm glad you like it"

After we ate, he helped me clean the table and put everything in the dishwasher then came behind me while I was washing my hands, hugging me, and putting his head in the crock of my neck.

"Have I ever scared you, you know, like really scared you?" He asked, looking sadly down at me.

"Ahh all the time, whenever I see you with a ball around I'm scared" I half-joked, he actually was really scary whenever he has a ball around.

"We have hundreds of balls around the house! So you're scared of me all the time?!" He laughed.

"You caught me, oops" I giggled, I turned around, hugging him.

"We have to work on your fear of balls" he kissed my hair.

"Oh, so you do want to kill me? I thought you loved me" I whined, pinching his side, making him yelp.

"Nope, we are so doing that, mark my word, you're going to be the greatest footballer of all time" he suddenly lifted me up, scaring me with the force "Erling!!" I protested, but put my legs around his waist as I looked down at him "well, that's new, I quite like the view from above" I giggled, kissing his nose, arms around his strong neck "now, make me yours, Erling Braut Håland" I said his name, trying to pronounce it correctly.

"Fuck, you saying my name like this makes turns me so bad" he groaned, making his way to our room, in his arms, not breaking a sweat as he carries me.

Fuck if this doesn't turn me on.

"Fuck baby, it looks so pretty," he said as he opened the door.

I made sure the room is clean and put scented candles all over.

"Thank you, I tried my best" I giggled but it was cut short by him putting me onto the bed, leaning over me, and making me gulp at how close he was.

"My pretty flower…" he said, rubbing my pink cheek with the pad of his thumb, before kissing me.

"Don't be afraid, I'm going to take care of you, make you feel so good. Can't wait to make you mine, my love" he whispered, before moving his hand down to caress my waist, then my thigh, then reaching under my dress to squeeze my bum as he pressed himself down, I could feel how hard he was as his front made contact with mine, making me moan.

He began kissing my neck, as began moving his hips, then moved down to kiss my breast, playing with my nipples, knowing how much it turns me on, and how sensitive my nipples are. I was a moaning mess when he stopped, whining and trying to pull him back in as he lifted himself up to get rid of his hoodie, throwing it away.

I moaned as I saw his muscles flex with each movement.

"Please baby…" I whined.

"I want to eat you out, I want to make you come on my tongue," he said darkly, voice deep as he looked into my eyes with such intensity and determination I felt myself shiver.

"Don't be afraid baby, it's just me… Do you want to hold my hand?"

"Please" he takes my trembling hand in his, kissing it before moving down so he's kneeling in front of the bed, between my legs, looking up at me, asking for permission. I nodded, afraid, shivering as he lifts my dress up, kissing the back of my thigh as he moved closer so his face was right in front of my private parts.

"Mmm you smell so fucking good" he rolled down my panties and I felt vulnerable. Excited but afraid.

"You taste even better" he put his mouth on me and it felt so fucking good, I moaned loudly, throwing my head.

"Oh my fucking God!" I put one of my hands in his hair, pulling him closer and pushing him away then pulling him closer again. I wasn't sure myself.

"Actually it's just Erling, not a God, I mean not that I know of" he chuckled, pulling me closer by my hips.

It didn't take long until I came moaning his name.

It felt so fucking good.

"You're so good at this… You should be illegal" I moaned, pulling him away, feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm.

He gave me one last kiss before moving up in our initial position, with him above me.

"I'm glad you liked it as much as I did." He said, leaning in to kiss me "Erling, you've got my… all over you!" I protested trying to push him away from me.

But of course, I didn't stand a chance against his strength "come on, taste yourself, 5 out for 5 starts rating, totally recommend you try it" he said, kissing me and I eventually melted into the kiss, the taste wasn't that bad, certainly not combined with Erling's own taste.

We ended up making out, lost in the pleasure but eventually, he moved his attention to my breasts again. He has a big thing for my chest for sure. That or he just likes it because I love it?

"Let's get undressed," he said into the kiss, standing up and pulling me with him as he got rid of his pants, leaving him completely nude before me and me still dressed.

"I don't get it," I said, and he looked at me confused "how can you be naked in front of me and me dressed and yet I'm the one who is feeling completely naked and you fully dressed?" I asked, looking up at him, smiling shyly.

"You're just afraid baby, but you don't have to be, you're with me, and nothing bad will happen, I'll protect you, always," he said putting his hands on my cheeks as he kissed me tenderly.

I eventually broke the kiss as I pushed him to sit on the bed.

I sat there in front of him, looking straight at him as I peeled my dress off from my shoulder, letting it fall in a pile at my feet.

Erling's eyes never left me.

"Well, that's it, this is all of me…" I said insecurity clear in my voice.

Erling pulled me in by my waist so I was sitting in his lap "I love you, baby, I love your beautiful body, I love your huge heart and this beautiful and unique brain of yours. I love your past and your present and hopefully, I'll get to love your future if you allow me. I love you. All of you." He said and I was crying by the end, completely in awe with this man.

"I love you…" I said, kissing him, breaking our eye contact.

"I can't wait to be yours, 100%," I said against his lips "you're already mine, just like I'm already yours," he said, turning us around to pin me down under him again, kissing down my neck, paying attention to my breasts, my nipples, taking one in his mouth as his fingers trained down till they reached back between my legs "I'm going finger you a bit, so it won't hurt as badly," he said, continuing playing with my nipples making me a moaning mess.

He put the first finger in and it already felt like a stretch. Oh, God. How was I going to fit him?

But it felt so good.

"Fuck" is all I said when I felt him add one more finger in, I was a moaning mess, so turned on and so ready.

I had one hand in his hair as he was sucking on my boob and the other was holding on to the bed sheet, trying to get a grip.

"Baby, I'm so fucking close…" I moaned but he didn't stop, he was determined to make me orgasm. And he does, for the second time today, making me shout his name as I got lost in the pleasure.

After a while I calmed down and he pulled out, lifting himself up and moving so he lined up with me, tugging at his hard cock as he looked at me "let me get a condom…" he reached out to his nightstand and took a condom out but I stopped him before he could open the package.

I was blushing again, not knowing how to tell him.

"I actually, I'm clean, I got tested after my, you know…" I referred to the incident on my last period and he nodded "and I also talked to the doctor then, I started taking pregnancy pills, and you get tested regularly I know you're clean, so like could we maybe do this without a condom…?" I was a blushing mess by the end of my speech.

"Fuck baby, sounds like a fucking dream, of course, I want to be inside you bare" he kissed me with so much passion I barely got a chance to react.

He was on top of me, lining his cock with my entrance, before breaking the kiss to look into my eyes "we're in this together, yes? Tell me everything you're feeling baby, if you want me to stop, I'll stop, if you want to slow down we will slow down, yeah? You set the pace, I follow your rules" he said holding my hand and I nod "I trust you to take care of me" is all I said before he started pulling in, leaving me breathless.

He was so big and it felt so weird at first, it felt like a burn, so much pressure but I didn't want him to stop so I hold back my tears as I tried to bear the pain, giving Erling a small smile.

He was watching me "It will feel better, I promise," he said, stopping as he saw the pain in my eyes, kissing the tears away.

He wasn't even halfway inside me…

"Can you try to move again?" I asked after I calmed down, feeling myself getting used to the stretch.

This time it didn't feel as bad, but as he retracted and went back halfway something inside me felt like popping. And it hurt, making me gasp and hold onto his shoulders, hiding my face in his neck as he kissed my hair "shhh, it will get better now, you're so strong baby, I'm so proud of you…" he moaned and I saw him teased too, he was gripping the sheets to calm himself down.

I wonder how does it feel for him?

"Is it, does it feel good for you? Do I feel ok?" I ask shyly.

"You feel so fucking good, you have no idea, so tight and so fucking wet baby, it's taking everything in me not to fucking come" he moaned, his voice sounding so rough.

"Kiss me" I take a hold of his face, kissing him and pulling him down on me "you can move" I whisper into the kiss, moaning when he does actually move.

I felt myself being looser now, my body adjusted to his size.

And it feels so fucking good as he moves, I scratch at his back trying to hold on, moaning into the kiss as he picks up speed.

"You feel so fucking good baby, I'm not going to last…" he groaned, resting his body weight on one hand as the other took a hold of my breast, massaging it as he moved his hips.

He was moving much faster, I barely got a grip, trying to hold onto him.

But I could see that he was holding back.

And I can't wait until we get to the point where he won't need to hold back.

"I'm close…" I moan, tears running down my face "me too, cum for me baby" he said, accent ticking and I absolutely did cum.

And it felt so fucking good, my insides tightening around his length as he kept fucking me through it, following immediately after with a shout of my name.

We were both panting, him halfway laying on top of me, still inside me, face in my pillow, muscles tense and me, well I was a mess, still holding him, arms around his shoulders.

"You just had to, huh?" I said, still out of breath into his shoulder, kissing his collarbone.

"Hmm?" He asked confused, but not moving.

"Had to give me 3 orgasms, a hat-trick…" I giggled, threading my fingers through his soft hair.

He laugh at that as he lifted his face from the pillow, facing me "It was our first time, I didn't want to disappoint…"

"Oh, you definitely didn't, 5 out of 5 stars rating" I joked "best I ever had" I giggled and he laughed at my bad jokes.

He pulled out of me, and I feel so empty. I miss him inside me already.

"I love you so much baby, thank you for trusting me, I'll forever treasure this moment, I hope it was as good for you as it was for me," he said seriously, not breaking eye contact.

"It was perfect, thank you, you took such good care of me, Erling…" I answered, kissing him lovingly.

Erling turned us around so he was now on his back with me on top as we continued to make out "we should shower, we're all dirty" I broke the kiss, but Erling was not happy "maybe after the second round…" he said and then turned us around again, pinning me down on the bed as he entered me again.

"Erling!" I whined but I was secretly loving every second of it.

"I know you love it, you can't fool me, baby," he said, as he picked up speed again.

We got lost in the pleasure, into each other and soon enough we were both coming, moaning each other's name.

"You're trying to kill me tonight…" I said into his strong chest. He was still inside me.

"Nah, I'm quite fond of you…" he joked, massaging my boobs.

"What are my boobs, stress balls now?" I giggled.

"I mean they can be, but I'm not stressed now, not after what just happened," he said, kissing me on the cheek.

I yawned and he looked down at me betrayed "am I boring you?!" He fake gasped and I reached down to pull another pillow from the pile on my side of the bed to smack it in his face when my hand made contact with something different.

"You've got to be kidding me?!" I pulled it from under the pillow and pushed it into his chest, giving him a death glare.

He didn't get it at first but when he saw the ball he couldn't stop laughing, falling next to me, pulling out of me in the process, and holding the ball.

"Of course, the hat-trick ball had to be in bed with us on our first time" I laughed, moving so I was hugging his head on his chest as he put an arm around me to hold me closer while still playing with the ball.

"It's meant to be I'm telling you, babe, it's the hat-trick ball I scored last week against Wolves on your birthday" he giggled taking my hand and pulling it over over the ball.

"You know, if we have one more round and I make you come two more times then it would mean 6 orgasms and 3 rounds basically a hat-trick of hat-tricks…" he smirked and I blushed "well if we must…" I giggled as he moved above me, handing me the ball, and pulling it in, in a swift motion "fuck, it already feels like home" he moaned as he eased in.

He ended up giving me 2 more orgasms, making me see stars. By the end of round 3, I was dead.

"Best night of my life" he whispered as he hold me into his arms, pulling the covers over me, as I laid between his legs, head resting on his chest, hugging him.

"Best night of our lives" I corrected him, moving my hand to hold his, over the hat-trick ball as I drifted into sleep.

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[soraviie]

Hmmm I have an idea for MTL: MTL feel left out/upset if you do something without him / without telling him - nothing bad, just like, eg. at 2pm in the afternoon while he's at work you randomly decide to shave your head or get a puppy and don't tell him til he gets home (who would think of it as a fun surprise, who'd be 'you could have warned me, you know I don't like surprises', and who would be like 'why didn't you tell me you wanted to do this, we could have done it together').

JIMIN — perhaps a predictable one but you can't tell me who wouldn't. Probably wold be standing in a doorway, tapping his foot and sulking.

"What part about we're a couple, do you not understand?"

"It's not even that seriou—"

"I am you. You are me. Understood?"

His eyebrows come to knit together in order to portray a nearly unified line of discontent as his cheeks expand in an insulted pout.

"Yes, sir," with a sigh, you relent.

NAMJOON? — I don't know why but I'd feel like if it's a decision that would impact his life, no matter how inadvertently he'd like to know. If it's would be like what kind of dress you should buy or whether to get a new DLC for your favourite game, he wouldn't care but he would care— ok, lemme just explain. I feel like if you lived separate he wouldn't be as upset. Show him your new dog?

"Oh, you've got a pet...You sure you have the time to take care of them?"

Shave your head? Sure, he'd do a spit take and stammer throughout it but he'd be chill.

"O-oh, you're- you're...without hair! That's...I mean you look great!"

"Joon, you don't have to fake it."

But if you'd live together, I feel like he'd get more upset? In a way, merging your lives together means you debate things more. I don't think Namjoon really likes surprises at home, 'cause it's supposed to be his steady rock and you along with it, so he wouldn't appreciate not having a conversation even if it's a passing one.

TAEHYUNG — I feel like he'd be on the fence about this. Depends largely on what the surprise is and truthfully what his mood is that day. If it'd be a new haircut, he'd hype you up but if it'd be like "let's fly out to meet my parents" he'd sit there like:

"Yeeeeyy, how great." For large things, like changing apartment interior, going away for a couple days, travelling or changing jobs he'd be a bit sulky but largely he'd just hype you up.

JIN — would tease you about doing something, especially, if you'd buzzy your hair (he'd be such a meanie about it T-T calling you egghead for days) but he wouldn't prohibit you from doing so. As long as you don't leave home, come or go somewhere in the middle of the night (I feel like that'd be a rule for both of you. Sort of like "you can go wherever you want just tell me where and when are you coming back") he's okay with it. He might pretend to be disapproving of a pet at first but he'd totally be like that one "dad and the dog" meme.

HOSEOK — our king of green flags. Would actually love if you'd be that kind of person who could go along your wishes and not need to consult anyone about it. I feel like he'd like a certain degree of mutual independence. Yes, you're together and you love each other very much but you've got your own lives and sometimes one just has to do what they feel like it that day. Regardless, he would wholly support you and be a phenomenal hype man, well, until it's a thing that ends up with you getting hurt, he's not fond of that.

JUNGKOOK — You'd place him higher wouldn't you? But...Jungkook is spontaneous himself. If he wants to shave off his eyebrows at 2:30 in the morning, he will so in that way he sort of can't really get mad at you for doing the same thing. Without a single thought in his head, he would say yes if you asked to join. Help you dye your hair in the sink? Sure. Go out and eat some ice cream and children's playground? Sounds good but if you want to do it alone, he doesn't put much fuss. Though obviously he doesn't like you going around at night.

"I got hungry and you were still at work," you weakly defend, twirling your thumbs. Seeing the number of phone calls, reaching double digits, you felt a sickly feeling fester in the pit of your stomach. And yes, it also just could be that 24/7 shop hot dog but coming home to a genuinely distraught Jungkook pacing around the room, certainly did not help.

He heaves a pinched sigh, the space between his eyebrows etched with deep wrinkles.

"I'm not mad at you," he says, both hands on his hips. "But...world is dangerous. You know that, right?"

"Of course, I do."

"Just...just take Bam with you if you go out."

YOONGI — It's not that he doesn't care, he does! but it's still your life. So as long as you don't force him into plans, you answer all of his calls and don't literally leave the country, he's okay with supporting you from the side. He trusts your judgement, in that way. Even if you would change your job , he wouldn't make a scene. At most his eyes would widen, for example, if you visit his studio with an impromptu tattoo all over the arm.

If he thinks something is not a good look but you're beaming with all the world's joy, at most he'd just drawl cautiously:

"Are you...ssuuuureeeee about that?"

"Yeah," you grin broadly at him and a part of him melts as you do. "Isn't it great?"

"Sure, of course," he's quick to agree, nodding along with the lies. "It's your life. Do what makes you happy."

© soraviie, 2023

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[fourseasonsfigs]

Building Block Figs - Catching Light

Continuing on from the last Building Block Figs - Basking in the Sun and Building Block Figs - Beautiful Fight Scene in the Middle of the Lake, Part 1 and Part 2, we have this wonderful set.

These figs make me laugh - I love them so much! I don't know why, I just find them ridiculously charming.

This building block set is 1,544 pieces, measures 8.4 x 17.6 x 15.6 cm, and is rated 10 hours. I did indeed take all 10 hours to build this, if not a little bit more.

Here is the sales pic of what the finished product is supposed to look like:

Cute, isn't it? As usual, sellers do a much better job of setting the scene than I do. I will say, though, that I did make two little tweaks to the set to make it a bit more canon compliant. Can you spot them?

It'll be easier to tell as we get better pictures, so I'll get into it!

First, here's the box of doom bricks. Like the others, this came in a generic sales box, with a super handy little unsnapping tool, and a sticker with a black and white image of the set and QR code instructions.

Once again, you'll notice my line up of extra bricks from the previous sets hanging out in quasi-neat little rows. Originally I figured I'll leave them all out in case I ran short of any, but in reality, this set maker gives me extras of each color every time. Which is handy, as you will see for later posts, when I make some adjustments to the fig sets to make them a bit more canon compliant.

As you can see, there's a LOT of extra bricks left over. To be honest, there shouldn't be so many white bricks - those are from another set that I made a major change to. I'll post about that one tomorrow.

Here's the different order of assembly - I went ahead and started with the base and tree, as they suggest.

As you can see, this is a very beautiful terrain here. I did not remember this area being so green and flowery from the show - in fact, I remember it being kind of sandy and desolate, but my memory is pretty lousy, there might be a scattered flower or so. Let's check.

HUH. There is not a flower in sight, is there. Hmmm. Well, this is kind of gonna bother me. Maybe I should have looked up the inspiration before putting together the entire 10 hour plus set, huh! Well, the little flowers are easy enough to lever off.

Hmm, anyway, moving on (for now).

So a couple things here. First, as you can see, there are only two green colors. I mean, one normal color really - the light green here is actually a neon green. It's brighter than it looks here. It looks great here, don't get me wrong, but now all I can see is the very sandy terrain of that screenshot.

Second, I tried something a little different here. It actually takes a long time to sort all the individual bricks, so in an attempt to shave off some time, I decided to experiment with this set. As you can see, I dumped the entire bag out to the right and am just picking out individual pieces as I go.

You'll note it's now evening. This tree took a LONG time to build. I actually timed myself up to this point, and to get to this mostly-done state took 2 hours and 58 minutes. I was pushing hard, too, because I really, really wanted to get the whole tree done that evening before I went to bed. But there was no way. I was too tired and was hitting the point where it was less fun and more work. So, despite really not wanting to, I summoned my inner adult and called it a day here.

Fast forward through time to the next day, and I'm all bright eyed and ready to bust this tree out. And it's done! I like this tree a whole lot...I think they did a beautiful job modeling it. Imagine if they had the full Lego suite of colors and special pieces! It would be really something. I kind of like it this way though (although I would take more colors, I can't lie). It really has an old-school style charm.

You can see the grey rock there where Lao Wen will be propped up against. And of course, the cheerful greenery and pink and yellow flowers.

Feeling VERY accomplished, I put the tree aside, and moved on to A-Xu.

Yep, looks pretty good. I was a little surprised they picked the medium blue color instead of the dark blue color, considering how bright the dark blue color actually is. But this looks fine too.

I am going to proudly say that I did, in fact, knock this fig out in record time. I've put together two and a half A-Xu figs by now (the half is going to be explained tomorrow, I promise!), so this third one went like a breeze.

As you can see in the back, I couldn't help myself, I was starting to make a few little piles of the colors I was working on. The big messy pile of bricks was kind of a pain, and I had to keep resisting the urge to sort them out.

And here he is! All done. He has a very solemn no-expression on his little brick face, which is appropriate. Can you see how there's a little bit of a neck (nothing too saucy or anything), the thin white layer of his under-robe, and then the lighter blue layer? I love it. Very charming. We also have his black belt with a bit of the tails.

It was yet another evening by this time, but since I did manage to finish him before I went to bed, I did indeed sleep the sleep of the righteous.

I woke up even brighter eyed and with pep in my step, ready to rock this last fig out. 10 hour assembly time? I don't think so!

I had now made three Wen Kexing brick figures, so the fourth one was gonna be just as quick as A-Xu was, no doubt. I pulled up the instructions on my phone, and got ready to go. 95 steps for our battle-weary Valley Master, huh? Huh. That's kind of a lot. But considering A-Xu was 85, not too bad. The tree was 119, by the way.

As I looked at the picture, however, I noticed that they had Lao Wen's (virtually) omnipresent hair wispies here. Given that this red wedding costume is the one outfit where his hair is pulled back all the way, it kind of bugged me. Which is funny because I've never liked how he doesn't have the wispies with this hair style on the show. It's my least favorite look on him, which is too bad, because I did like how they at least mixed his hairstyles up some. In my defense, I feel like I'm right (so right!) about how much better he looks with the wispies with this hair style, because you could see it at the concert. And he looked spectacular.

Anyway. Warring between my extreme desire for him to have the wispies and the simple fact of it not being canon, I started to build.

I got the first big chunk done very quickly indeed. Many of these figs are done where you do a big piece, and then set it aside while you work separately on the next piece. This is where I was.

And that's where I stayed, for a long time. I built this piece three times. I had to completely disassemble the entire thing the first time I built it, because I was off on my brick count, and the second time I had to disassemble it down to the first third.

Part of the problem was the way the directions were. As you can see, they still have the first "set it aside" part showing up on the directions directly under the new piece. Unfortunately, all that red blended into each other when I rotated the image around, and it was very easy to accidentally think I needed more or less pieces than I actually did.

I went ahead and built it with the wispies, as directed...and then just couldn't do it. I disassembled half the head and re-built it again without them. I also think that this fig, just like Lao Wen, does not look as good without them, but canon is canon.

Unfortunately, it was so late and I was so tired by the time I finished him (and yet also pretty jubilant), that I forgot to take a pic of the finished fig! Yes, I literally finished this set late last night, despite my best intentions of finishing it up and then triumphantly posting about it on the same day. It did, in fact, take longer than the 10 hours build time.

It took a long time, in general. My finger tips have actually toughened up a bit, so they don't feel sore from snapping the bricks in place, but my neck isn't all that pleased with me from hunching over these various sets for so long. So, I've been taking a few more breaks to stretch and do other things.

But, I woke up early today, and very happily took this set's beauty pics in the clear light of the morning. I love it!

I love how this set all fits together. We have the tree growing over the edge of the base, and Lao Wen there leaning up against the rock. A-Xu is standing with his elegant posture, and their little brick hands are reaching out to each other. Cute cute cute!

Wow, this light is great. I clearly should get up early to take fig pics more often.

The tree looks great, I think (and not just because I spent hours building it!).

This is a good view of the rocks behind Lao Wen here, and his big ponytail (I do like this part of his hairstyle).

The green doesn't look so bad on the ground, I think. I'll pull off the yellow and pink flowers, and maybe make a brown patch on the corner closest to A-Xu. That'll keep it colorful but make it a bit more like the show.

A-Xu's hair looks great, as usual. You can also see how I removed the wispies on Lao Wen's hair. I'll get a close up later so you can see it better.

Shoot, not my best pic - can't really see any of the detail on A-Xu's glorious night-black hair.

There we go, now you can. Oops, I see I knocked a tiny piece out of kilter on the bottom of his hair, I'll have to fix that. But! Here you can see both changes I made from the instructions - the lack of wispies of course, and then I made Lao Wen's guan gold instead of white. This took a while too, because I didn't have enough yellow pieces. The only yellow I had from any of the sets was literally from the yellow flowers here and the few extra they gave me of it. I actually pulled a few yellow flowers off the base there and replaced them with green or pink, just because I needed them for his guan. I then also carefully checked to see what internal yellow bricks were covered up by the black of his hair, and replaced them with black so I could save the yellow ones for the parts that did show. I'm very happy with how it turned out! It looks just like the white one, except, you know, yellow.

I don't know why they didn't originally design it with yellow, given that it is gold on the show, and they had already included yellow bricks with this kit. Maybe they felt the white stood out more or something. Anyway, it was bothering me it was white, so I'm glad I was able to figure out a way to make it work.

Alright, we're back around! And a bit of a different angle here, so you can see the poses a little bit more clearly.

Alright, a true top-down pic here. May I just say one more time how much I like this tree! The detail in A-Xu's guan is really nice too.

The bottoms-up pics are always tough here with the bases. Not a flattering picture, sorry A-Xu!

A close up of our noble shixiong with his little hand outstretched...

...and our weary shidi. What a great set, I love it! I'm so delighted by it, I can't even tell you.

Alright! come back tomorrow, for the much hinted at next set. And the last one, for a while - I have to wait for the remaining sets to be sent to me.

(Come back tomorrow, she says, as she still has some assembly on the last fig to do! I'll wake up bright and early tomorrow, and hopefully finish up).

Material: Plastic bricks

Fig Count: 506

Scene Count: 35

Rating: They're actually both reaching for their light

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#word of honor #wenzhou #wen kexing #zhou zishu #word of honor merch #shan he ling #figthusiast

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Let’s pretend that for some reason, Curtis and Honey don’t see each other for a few weeks (maybe one of them is traveling or something), and when they do, Honey gets her first look at Curtis’ new look:

🚨 Clit tickler alert! 🚨 Lollll what’s her reaction?!? 😘

I have some THOTS all afternoon thinking about how Curtis would show Honey that mustaches were just as valuable as any other look he sported. Beards are still superiour of course, but mustaches have their own uses...

I have no chill with these two.

18+ As always.

You really thought you had seen all his looks.

The buzzcut and dark-trimmed beard was still your favorite. The one you met him in and you had fallen in love with him. Running your hands over his buzzcut and beard had always been a favorite of yours, it also gave him a classic bad-boy look that you weren't ever able to resist.

When he let his hair grow longer, styled it a bit. Suddenly he looked older, matured and you honestly couldn't get enough of it. It was like it gave him "superpowers" able to make you get on your knees for him constantly. He had no complaints.

He showed up clean-shaven with a buzzcut, giving him a boyish appearance that made you riskier with him. You two making out in the Camaro in the school parking lot one evening when you just couldn't help yourself... You still get a rush at that one since if you had gotten caught, it would have certainly gotten you in trouble.

Then one day he showed up clean-shaven with longer hair, making him again look older and a bit old-fashioned. You loved the look and felt like you two stepped back in time when he tugged you into the middle of the kitchen to slow dance and ask about your day. Your brain screamed "Husband." even though you two weren't nearly there yet.

So you thought you had seen all of it, till he came home from a few weeks of work training to be sporting just the mustache. His cap pulled low, and sporting aviator sunglasses, you paused in the doorway, wide-eyed staring at him in surprise. His bag dropped near his feet and he slipped his sunglasses off, as well as the hat.

Not only was he sporting a mustache, his hair was styled, with shaved sides and kept longer on top. "Hey Honey... You uh- like?" His fingers went through his hair a moment, waiting on you to say something.

"You... Curtis, you look so different!" You stumbled forward, your hands going to his bare cheeks to feel the difference.

"Different good or bad?"

"Just different, I don't know what to think." You couldn't stop touching him, the changes in his features while still being your Curtis, it was almost overwhelming.

"Hmmm..." He hooked a finger on your chin, tilting you up to meet his kiss, which was hungry and demanding. You sunk into the affection after so long without anything physical between you two. You soon forgot to explore his new look and went to wrap your arms around his neck. It wasn't till he grasped the back of your thighs and swung them around his waist did you squeak against his lips. "How about I go show you what this can do?"

You giggled against his mouth, clutching at his shoulders. "It tickles."

"Oh, it does more than that Honey."

******************

Did you like the mustache? No. You loved it.

You fell in love while riding his face, your hips drawing your pussy back and forth against his face while his hands kept pushing you against him harder, helping to guide you messily against him. It had been established a long time ago that he didn't care if he could breathe. You weren't getting off till you came.

His mustache stimulated you, mixing with his ravenous need for filling you with his tongue and moaning about just how good you were, his voice muffled, but you felt each and every demanding lap of his tongue. You cried his name as you came again, your hips bucking and having to grab at the headboard with one hand to keep from falling off his face.

It was like he knew, cause he strong-armed you onto the bed, and hovered between your thighs to continue till you were quivering over stimulated and pushing at his head to make him stop. "Fuck please Curtis... no more."

He ground his hips against the mattress for some relief as he slowed himself. The flat of his tongue filling you becoming gentle kisses to all your sensitive spots, brushing his fingers along your thighs while he traveled up to hover over you, moving a hand to cup your face.

"Breath Pretty Girl." He panted out while you moaned in relief, peeking up at him and taking in his appearance. His carefully cut and styled hair was disheveled from where you had a hold on it while riding, his lips were bright red from use and his mustache was glinting in your arousal. His eyes gleamed hungrily down at you, pupils wide with arousal and slivers of blue shining brightly at you.

Your chest heaved while drawing in air like he wanted you to, trying to catch your breath as you nodded at him. Your hands roamed his chest, unable to not let yourself touch him. "That was..."

His grin widened, flashing pearly white teeth in the dim light and giving him a wolfish look now. Like he was ready to eat you out all over again. "Did I manage to convince you, Honey? Why do you think I got this ridiculous thing."

"I'm convinced, that mustaches are made to be ridden. Just like the beard." You busted out in a giggle, tugging at him to lay against you for a moment while you recovered. "You planning on keeping it?"

"Long enough to let my beard grow back out." He assured you while he started kissing against your collarbone, clearly not finished with you yet. His mustache tickled at the skim against your breasts, especially your nipples that made you squirm a bit against him till he flattened his hand against your throat, his thumb stroking over your pulse but managed to keep you pinned in place while he dragged his tongue across the peak and sucked you sharply into his mouth.

"You ready to continue Pretty Girl? "Cause I'm far from being done worshipping you."

You weren't going to survive him.

#amber answers #can curtis pull off the mustache? #hell yes he can #cause i said so #life is short so make it sweet

[eldrytchcryptid]

"You gotta enjoy every part of your transition, you're still becoming a man now - even without it."

-a very wise trans girl

I've been waiting almost a decade to start testosterone, and finally having a date for my gender appointment has made me... almost ignore all the euphoric changes (and all the weird and funny changes) happening in my transition as a trans man. So I thought I'd make a list of pre-t stuff! I might add more later - or y'all can add some too!

Socially transitioning

- feeling I gotta make sure to let ladies go first (on the bus, through doors etc)

- "Ma'am?" "Who??? Oh right. Uh yeah no." / "Deadname?" "DEADNAME?" "WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO RN - oh lol."

- oh god am I making her nervous DUDE STOP BEING WEIRD *I'm literally just walking home and it's dark* BE LESS WEIRD *aaaAaaAAA*

- *mmm boobs* *AAAA IM LOOKING AVERT AVERT AVERT*

- am i still allowed to say hi and pull faces at cute babies or is it weird cause I'm a dude now?? Am I creepy?? But kids! Kids are fun!!

- *on dating apps* oh god this is so different now I have to come up with conversation oh god oh no

- yes let me pick up these heavy chairs for you ma'am yes I am helpful I am a valid man now / yes let me get this thing off this high shelf even tho I'm only 5'7

- *watching videos of me a year ago* oh shit I actually speak lower now w/o T

- that crunchy morning / cold-ridden / drunk low rumbling voice 😩👌

With a (stp) packer

- *upon putting it on* oh oh it's a dick holy shit yes

- *upon taking it off at the end of the day* 😭 noooooo my dick my broski I miss you already

- the fcking toilet seat

- aim aIM GOD NO nOT THERE

- I really hope I don't look like I'm hard rn

- *need to adjust* *no I'm disgusting don't look at me*

- *upon crossing legs* oh shit I can't wait hold up it's in the way *has to change way to cross legs*

- manspreading?? Am I spread too much??? help

- these trousers as tight af but my dick looks amazing right now

- left or right. Too far up wait *searches pictures of dudes to find out where to put my dick

- *touches whilst sat chilling at home* fren. safe. i love u pp

- *squish* *wiggle*

- *I will hit you with my penis as an threat*

Minoxidil (pre-t beard growth)

- *stroking beard* hheeeeeee fluffyyyy

- RAZOR BURN ITCHY

- researching how tf to shave cause apparently i can't fuckin do it right

- stubble???? Itch???? Euphoria???

- *strokes* hmmm yes indeed

- gotta fuckin use twice the face wash cause I'm essentially shampooing at this point

Body

- huh yea guess that's me (instead of hatred/disgust)

- yeeeee hairy legsssss

- cis guys wish they had this ass dude

- need musle gib *too chronic fatigued to work out*

- mm yes men's clothes (on top half w/binder)

- mm no men's clothes (thighs and ass too strong 🥲)

- shoes make me taller let's fucking go

- men have tits too right? Ye man I just got man tits

- *stroking the mirror like I'm Mulan* am I just a gross man? Is this my fate?

- strapon. just. strapon.

#trans #transgender #ftm #trans man #transmasc #trans positivity