#Best Upper Ass-Beard

[octuscle]

Now open under new management (remake)

Edward Parker III rolled down the car window a crack. Peter, his driver, had switched off the air conditioning to save fuel. The fuel gauge was practically at 0.00. Here, in the middle of nowhere, they had no mobile network. The last Google message said that a petrol station would appear at some point. And Peter claimed that it should open in five minutes. Open from 10:40 am. Strange opening times. Edward's stomach grumbled. Something had gone wrong at breakfast. The car desperately needed a gas pump. And he needed a toilet just as badly. Then, like an oasis in the desert, a building appeared in the middle of endless cornfields and pastures full of stupidly staring cattle. It was 10:39:50 a.m. when Peter steered the car into the dusty gas station with the last drop of gas. At 10:40 sharp, Edward yanked open the car door and jumped out. And the moment his spotless Oxfords touched the ground, the neon sign flashed. Open!

Edward ran towards the little store where the neon sign was shining. He was far too intent on not wetting his pants to notice the leather soles of his shoes turning into a firm rubber tread. When he pushed the door handle down, he got something like an electric shock. He didn't care. The store was empty. His palm became calloused. His fingernails were black. There was a door at the back labeled "Private". Hopefully there was a toilet there. Thank God the door was open. And thank God there was a toilet. In the middle of a room full of tools, car tires and packages. It stank miserably. But Edward didn't care at all. He had already undone his belt while running, unzipped his trousers, pulled them down and dropped onto the dirty toilet seat at the last moment. And he had to shit like never before in his life. The stench was overwhelming. But the relief was immense. Edward finally relaxed again. But only for a second. Then his eyes fell on the dirty biker boots. They contained a pair of completely filthy jeans, pulled down as far as they would go. And what was even more irritating: his right hand was the hand of a construction worker, the sleeve of his shirt had disappeared. And the fabric of the right sleeve of his jacket was also coming undone. And on his chest and back, the color changed from a navy blue to a washed-out red. What the hell was going on here?

Even greater than the panic was the disgust at the stench. His left hand, still freshly manicured, reached for the toilet flush. And again he was hit by an electric shock. Panicked, he watched as his fingernails became dirty and his hand calloused. Edward's gaze fell between his legs. That wasn't his circumcised, shaved penis. That was a cheesy, hairy cock. Much bigger than it normally was. Edward had to get out of here! He hastily wiped his ass. A tight, hairy ass, sitting there on a familiar toilet seat. A man needs a good place to shit. Hehehe, this was a good place to shit. Stumbling, Edward stood up, his head spinning. He looked in the mirror. That was still his head. But the rest of him? His stiff white collar and tie knot vanished into thin air, revealing a well-toned chest. The last remnants of the finest navy blue wool on his upper left arm disappeared, and the transformation of his jacket into a washed-out and worn-out tank top was complete. I look like a fucking hillbilly, were his last thoughts before he grew a scruffy three-day fuzzy beard. His $100 haircut became a home-cut mullet. Damn, the greasy hair hadn't been washed in a while.

Loud honking from outside. "Damn, I've taken a shit! Can't you wait?" Edward shouted. He wiped his hands on the dirty cloth stuck in his pants. Washing hands was for sissies in the city. He entered the yard of his gas station.

Hehehe, he knew the dirty truck that was parked there at the gas pump. "Pete's services of all kinds" was written on the door. And Pete Jr. was hanging in the cab with a visible bulge. "Eddy, don't you always promise the best service at your gas station?" said Pete with a grin. Ed spat out the chewing tobacco and licked his lips. "Go ahead, gas station attendant. The belt buckle won't undo itself!"

Full service and guaranteed customer satisfaction. That's what Ed's gas station was famous for.

[artemiseamoon]

What the heart wants

Pero Tovar x F Reader*

🤶🏾🎁Secret Santa fic ✨ for @blueeyesatnight !!! ✨ Happy holidays! (event hosted by @pedrostories )

Read below * or on A03

Words: 7,621

Summary: As Spring rolls around, you find yourself content with your life. Business is successful, you have all the independence you want and good friends to share life with. A man wasn't something you needed or were seeking at the time as occasional lovers fulfilled your primal urges. But it was clear, life had other plans as a handsome but dirty mercenary blew through your doors.

Warnings: some canon period misogyny (not much), Pero 😂, language, brothel mention & mild sexual content.

*Reader notes: there are some details!!! So it’s not a completely blank slate; reader is female, in her upper 30s, sturdy/curvy built (visualize as you please) & often wears pants not dresses. No skin tone/race mentioned but she does understand & speak some Spanish. *Feel free to read as an OC if you prefer*

AN: If you already know me, you know I no longer crosspost to this site, nor write reader inserts. Since this is a special occasion, it’s both a RC & crossposted (here & on my A03) 😁 happy reading! This was so fun to write.

You

Holding the cuff to the afternoon light, you examined your work closely, feeling satisfied with the end result. Growing up the daughter of a blacksmith, you learned several things, and though you could make a sword, you quickly found you preferred making jewelry; it filled you with joy, especially when you saw the end result and the look on people's faces.

You had kitchenware under your belt too, it was the kind of thing that always bought in coin, as it was a needed everyday item. Currently, you are perfecting your skills in armor making. You started to learn back in your early 20s, now in your late 30’s you could create decent work, but you wanted to be better. Never one to back down from a challenge, you made it your newest goal.

You just set the new cuff aside when the small bell chimed, filling the halls with the familiar sound. Stepping away from the desk, you peeked out of the doorway and down the hall, where you had a straight shot of the front door.

You quirked a brow as a man you’ve never seen before stalked in, the wind sweeping inside with him, along with a bad mood like a dark cloud overhead. Upon first glance, he almost seemed inconvenienced, yet you saw him walk in alone, no one forced him.

He was handsome with dark features, but dirty, and needed a good shave. The stranger wore the kind of scowl that would keep people ten feet away from him. His attire and the double swords strapped to his back gave his profession away, a mercenary. They often traveled through these parts en route to somewhere else and stayed a night or two; it made good coin for the local businesses when they did.

You thought about revealing yourself but chose to watch him a little longer. You observed him as he moved deeper into the shop, his eyes moving about the place as he took it in.

He scratched his beard, grumbling something you couldn’t hear, as he touched and poked at things along the way. He was a fascinating creature to watch, and one of the best-looking men you’ve seen in a long time, even under all the dirt and grime, and the sharp chip on his shoulder. That’s when you noticed the scar, one that made you curious about the how, and made him even hotter at the same time.

Even his walk was attractive, he seemed more like a wild animal than a man, like a feral wolf just wandered into your shop and right into your hands.

Pero (minutes ago)

Dragging his feet, Pero made his way through the town, eyeing signs on doors and windows, looking for work. He was tired, bone tired, his back hurt like all hell, his ass was numb from being on his horse so long, and he was annoyed. He was starving, he ran out of rations early this morning and was running on a piece of stale bread at the moment. He’d try one more place, then get some damn food, followed by a room, a bath, and a whore.

He was about halfway down the block when he noticed the blacksmith sign. In his half hour here, it seemed West Meadow had no work for him requiring his swords, but a man could always be useful in a shop like that.

Pero entered, his stomach grumbling and fighting with him. He expected to see a forge as soon as he walked in but was met with a plain room with a simple desk, two chairs, and a long table. Ahead was a hallway that likely led to some other rooms. The smells of iron, steel, wax, and fire met his nose, there was definitely a forge, maybe in the back.

Where the hell was everyone?

Patience wasn’t a friend of his. He called out and was only met with his own echo.

Cursing under this breath, he decided to ditch this plan for now, and just get some food. A door opened in the distance. He turned, expecting to see a man appear, but a man it wasn't.

Pero tilted his head to the side as his eyes raked over you. You were beautiful, with a face that was downright distracting, but that wasn’t all, when you smiled, you nearly knocked his bad mood right out of him. Your smile was so full and bright that he finally understood what that stupid saying, bright as the sun, meant.

You were well-built, sturdy, and curvy in the right places. That was clear even with the heavy apron you wore. Pero raised his eyes back to your own. Even the smudges on your face and a mask over your hair didn’t take away from your beauty.

Pero regained his composure, then asked gruffly, “who's in charge?”

Your smile dropped, “well, hello to you too.”

“Where’s your husband or father?”

“Are you serious?” you rested a hand on your hip.

His eyes dropped to your hand, you were wearing gloves, so he didn't know if you wore a ring or not, “Brother?”

An irritated laugh fell out of you as you shook your head.

“Unless…” he started, “you’re alone here?”

“I am the owner, you ass.” you held up your hands, then tore off a glove, “no husband either!”

He looked at you with disbelief in his eyes, “a woman alone, here? "his accent coming out even more now.

“Yes,” you growled back at him, growing more agitated.

Your initial sunny demeanor was gone, now you were like a cat with your claws out.

“Lo siento, “he held out a hand as he apologized like he was trying to calm a bull, “I’m just looking for work.”

He had a lot of questions.

A woman was usually married, which you weren’t, taken, or would be under her father's supervision, which you weren’t either. Or a whore, which you didn’t seem to be. You also claimed to run this business on your own, which was unusual. And you didn’t have a man guarding the door either, you were strange in fact, very strange.

“Not hiring,” you replied in Spanish, which made him raise a brow at you. “You can go now.”

You & Pero

What an ass.

You thought, sure he was hot, and you were very intrigued, but you didn’t need the attitude or the barbaric mindset. There were enough assholes in town who had opinions about you, and the kind of life you should live. You didn’t need some dirty mercenary putting his two cents in the matter.

You only made it a few steps away from him before stopping, you could feel him lingering, his eyes on you. You doubled back. You assessed him with your eyes and pulled the mask fully off your head.

Maybe he could be useful, you thought. “What are you good at?”

He smirked, taking a half step your way, “You really the boss?”

“Yes.” you hissed.

“Swords, blades, knives.” he paused, his eyes still on yours, even as he pointed at his suit, “repairs.”

“Hmmm,” you crossed your arms while continuing to study him. “I do all that. No need for you.”

He chuckled. Yeah, he liked you, he liked you a lot. Before he could stop himself, he asked,

“Is this really your place? No man is hiding back there?”

You rolled your eyes and pointed to the door, “see the name on the fucking sign, that’s my last name. My father is too old to work, I have no brothers, this place is mine. Got a problem with that?”

He smirked, liking the sass, this kitty scratches. “No problem.”

You locked in a stare with him, almost getting distracted by his eyes, you could lose yourself in them. In the back of your mind, you thought about the long list of things you had to do, and an extra hand around here might be good, but you weren’t sure if you’d reveal that to him yet.

You pointed to the door, “I’ll think about it. Come back tomorrow.”

Pero was about to say something when the door opened, he turned to see a man enter, then quickly looked at you again, seeing your smile return. Damn, it was a sight to see.

The man moved right past Pero like he wasn’t there and went straight to you. As you greeted each other, you pulled a pouch out of your apron and revealed a metal wristband.

“I was just about to send word, it’s finished,” you display your work proudly.

Pero grinned, a woman metalsmith, how odd. You continued to intrigue him by the second.

“Lovely work as always,” the man said your name while admiring it.

Your eyes darted to Pero’s. “Tomorrow,” you repeated sharply.

Pero huffed, then saw himself out.

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Early Evening, The Three Bucks Inn & Tavern

As Pero parked himself at a table off to the side, he took in his surroundings. The Tavern was busy with locals, and a few people who looked like visitors.

“Can I get ya anything?” the barmaid asked as she stopped by this table, she spoke over the crowd, making sure he could hear her.

“Food and ale,” Pero answered while slapping the silver coins on the table.

She pocketed the coins. “Anything else?”

Pero sat back, really looking at her this time. The woman was good-looking, a little thin for him, he preferred them thicker. Like that woman from the shop, you were sturdy, you could handle him. He shrugged the thought away. A whore would be better anyway, get in, get laid, go to bed.

“A room and a whore,”

He’d been on the road for months, he needed to fuck a woman as bad as he needed a good bath and a shave. Plus, a good night's sleep, on a bed for once. He was getting older; all the years had taken their toll on his body. He was still skilled and quick on his feet, but he required more rest now.

“I’ll get ya a bed.” she pointed toward the door, “Take a left past the carriage house. Walk till you reach the end of West Street. Madame Mae’s is the last house on the corner. No missing it. Red door. Just about as subtle as you are.”

Pero frowned as the woman left to fulfill the order.

He was looking forward to a hot meal, real food, not the shit he was surviving on for the last few months. He hoped the whores at Mae’s were decent, he’d fuck what he could get, but someone nice to look at would be even better.

Well, you would be better. He tried to put you out of his mind, but like a phantom, you wouldn’t leave, he kept thinking about your smile, your form, and the way you shot venom with your eyes when he pissed you off. If you know how to forge metal, you could likely use a sword too, and the thought made his cock twitch.

The whore would have to do it, but you would be better.

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Later, Pero

Now that Pero had a bath, a shave, and a satisfactory fuck with a decent whore, a good night's rest was next. But it was still a little early and he was feeling restless.

Mierda

Maybe he should have gone with William. But what the fuck would he have done with himself? His blonde-haired friend had done the foolish thing of falling in love and doubled back to the place they left behind nearly a year ago. After they left the wall, they spent months on the road, taking jobs and for Pero at least, trying to get China out of his mind.

Pero’s solo journey wasn’t going so well, and if had to spend another 3-5 months on horseback, starving, cold, horny, and bearing the weather, he’d kill someone. A lot of someones.

Pero wanted to stop moving, just for a little while, make some money at the same time. A lot of money, preferably. He already spent most of this year and last on the move, and if this town had no work, he’d just drag himself to the next.

Soon his restlessness, and busy mind led him to leave the bed. Leaving the inn, he stepped out onto the street, the townspeople were enjoying the weather, and the night market was still going, though some vendors were starting to pack up.

Pero only walked a few minutes before he saw you again. You were chatting with a vendor, a woven basket in one hand, full of various items. You were dressed in a dark tunic tucked into dark pants and boots, with a blade holstered to your right thigh. He expected to see you in skirts outside of the shop, but again, you were no ordinary woman, not by any stretch.

Pero lingered in the background, watching, soon he heard your laugh for the first time. Fuck, it was wonderful, just as wonderful as your smile. You were both the sweetest thing he’d ever seen, and mean as a snake when pressed, you also looked like you could throw a punch, and he liked that.

As the vendor made you laugh again, Pero felt something else and wanted to kick himself for it. He spent a total of 5 minutes with you, what the fuck did he have to be jealous about? He chalked it up to his sleep-deprived state, and maybe needing to get laid again tomorrow - that should calm him down.

There you were, his shadow, and all it took was 5 minutes. He thought about you all day, in the bath while he jerked off, and even when he fucked that whore. Pero felt ridiculous. Maybe William wasn’t the foolish one, maybe it was him.

Before he could stop himself, his feet were moving as he made his way over to you.

You

You felt eyes on you the whole time but could finally pinpoint the source. There he was, coming your way. All dark and broody and sexy as hell and cleaned up.

“Oh, the brute. Are you stalking me?”

He grunted, “No.”

“Sure?” You smirked as you shifted the basket to your other hand. “Because stalking is not a good way to get hired. In fact, it’s creepy.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, cariño. If I want a woman, I pay a whore.”

You raised your brows at him, what you were feeling wasn’t offense, it was something you couldn’t put your hands on.

“Well, the next time you go, why don’t you ask for a job. Maybe they’re hiring.” Without giving him time to respond, you were off, taking long strides away from him.

No matter how hot he was, he was irritating as hell. Brute, yeah, that was a good fit and that's what he was. The last thing you needed was to get involved with a guy like him.

No. Do not go there, you remind yourself. Even if he was hot as sin.

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The next day, You and Pero

You were just setting up for a ring you’re working on, then the bell chimed.

It was much too early for clients, and there was only one person you could think of who would be here right now. You weren't sure if you hoped it was him, or dreaded the possibility. Leaving the work desk, you stepped out into the front room and saw him standing there.

“Ugh.” You sighed then headed back into the other room.

In the back of your mind, you thought of bringing your dogs next time, so they could watch the front door.

Pero took it upon himself to follow you inside. You leaned against the desk with crossed arms.

“What?”

“You said come back tomorrow.”

You were listening, well, half listening. He looked even better than he did yesterday, in the light of day, you could fully appreciate all the grooming he did.

As you noticed last night, he got a haircut, but it was still long enough to grab, to run your finger through. Unable to stop yourself, your eyes slid down his face, over his excellent bone structure, the cleaned-up beard, and down to his neck, even that part of him was sexy. You could feast your eyes on him for hours.

“Happy to see me?” He smirked, stopping in front of you, enjoying the way you greedily took him in.

“Not really,”

Pero's stance was confident, eye contact unwavering. “You need my help. Hire me.”

“What? So, you could protect me from men and beasts? I have a feeling you are both.”

He chuckled, fully amused, “I could,” he shrugged, “I am.”

“Besides, I’ve been in my share of fights. I’m good with sharp things.”

Fuck, Pero thought, your words hitting him right in his core and going lower. You were special.

“The team we’d make then, why not have the best swordsman on your grounds?”

You uncrossed your arms, "and you’re full of yourself, what a winner. I don’t need your help.”

Pero scoffed. “You’re short a man. Injury.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, how did he know that?

Auden hurt his arm pretty bad last week, it was mainly you and him here, he was your main employee. You had two apprentices, but they weren’t where they needed to be yet, you were carrying the bulk of work on your shoulders. This handsome, grumpy stranger did his homework.

Still, he irritated you, so you said, “I don’t need you. You can go now.”

Pero hated that. He didn’t mean to be so rough when he reached out to grab your wrist, but he didn’t like being dismissed.

He didn’t even know what he was going to say, just grabbed you, making you spin around to face him. Your eyes burned with anger and something else more sensual behind that. Before he could speak, you slapped him, clear across the cheek. He was more impressed than mad.

As he rubbed his face and chuckled, you grabbed an unfinished blade from the table and pressed the sharp edge to his neck. His brown eyes widened as he stared at you.

“Get the fuck out.” You warned through gritted teeth.

Your lips, that’s where his eyes went, even with a blade to his throat.

Instead of a fight, a counter move, or a slew of curses, Pero's sultry gaze lingered on your lips, then met your eyes again. Despite yourself, you stole a glance of his mouth, and those kissable lips of his.

Sure, the mercenary was a pain in the ass. Whatever depths of hell dragged this man to your front door, you didn’t know. He was like a dog who kept coming back and you didn’t totally hate that. In fact, you -

The bell over the front door chimed as a customer came in. You both heard it, yet remained locked in a tense lust-filled stare. When you licked your lips, simply to moisten them, his eyes followed the movement. The bastard didn’t even flinch with the blade to his neck.

Why have a whore when he could have you? Pero thought, the idea followed by images that awakened him in other places.

“Hello?” The patron called out your name, you knew who it was by voice alone.

“One minute,” you shouted back, eyes still on Pero.

“Repairs, the two blades I told you about,” they said from beyond the door.

“I start now,” Pero stated with a smug grin.

“Are you fucking serious?”

He chuckled, finding your astonishment cute. Pero took one more indulgent, long look at you then stepped out into the main room.

Unable to move, the blade still in your hand, you stared at the door. Did he really just walk in here, hire himself, then look at you like you were a steak dinner? Yeah, he did.

“Pendejo.” You cursed, then pushed the door open. “I don’t even know his name…”

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Two weeks later, You & Pero

Pero continued to annoy and intrigue you at the same time. He was a good worker, skilled, able to repair things and even knew how to make swords and blades. It was impressive.

He wasn’t a warm guy, which was obvious from first impressions, an acquired taste really. You kept him away from interacting with customers because of his harsh, curt demeanor, leaving him to mainly work in the workshop and behind the scenes, while you handled the front of the house, you, or your apprentices Nura and Robert.

You liked Nura the most, not that Robert was bad, he was a fast learner, and attentive worker. It was just extra special training another woman. You enjoyed seeing her defy the social norms and carve out her own path, same as you. You saw her like a little sister.

Everything ran smoothly at the shop, but the two of you still didn't know much about each other on a personal level. Pero didn’t talk about himself, or his life, nor did you.

Having him around gave you more free time, and you used some of that to dive into your other love, herbalism. One of your dreams was to open an apothecary, the town already had one, but you wanted your own, and you already knew how to make yours extra special.

This dream was on your mind when you cleared out a back room in the building and started to play around with tinctures and blends on your downtime. Pero made little comments along the way when he saw you in there, they gave you a few clues about him.

Being on the road, he knew a few things and recognized some of the herbs. He had a comfort there, but when you were creating potions as he called it, you noticed he’d get a little freaked out, and it didn’t take long to figure out he had a thing about magic and witches.

You weren’t a witch, but you knew how to make some things, and some days, just to fuck with him, you exaggerated.

- Flashback, to a few days ago -

You only stepped away for a moment but returned to see Pero observing the jars from a distance. He stopped at a corked bottle with an unusual purple hue, and some kind of clawed root at the bottom.

Pero picked it up cautiously, then put it down, “what kind of witchery is this?”

You leaned against the wall and crossed your arms in a relaxed way, “ingredients to turn you into a dragon.”

Pero whipped around to you with a suspicious look, “Are you joking?”

“Yes,” you laughed, “unless, you piss me off.”

“I always piss you off.”

"You better be careful then. And stop leaving your hair around, I’m collecting it.”

As you laughed and walked out of the room, he ran his palm over his hair, which only made you laugh more.

- Flashback over -

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Three weeks later, Pero

The tavern was alive, packed wall to wall, and the revelry high; it was a special night as you threw Nura a birthday party.

Pero didn’t do parties, but it was better than sulking in his room alone, and he was pretty tired of the whores at Mae’s. He’s been here over a month now, fucked most of them all, and it did little to calm what he really needed and wanted, you.

Whenever he saw you laughing, having a good time, or flirting he was tempted to march over and claim you for himself, to kiss you in front of everyone and make it clear he would cut the head off any man who tried to win your affection.

Pero was sure you were attracted to him, he caught the stolen glances, still you never made a move or voiced your attraction. He knew you weren’t shy. Was it him? Were you doing this to torture him? What a wicked witch you were.

Even when he had two whores the other night, it only took the edge off. How you haunted him so. He felt defeated, maybe? But he wasn’t a quitter. He’d get you all for himself somehow. Pero wished William was here, the blonde would give him advice, advice he needed because Pero wasn’t good at shit like this.

Fighting, fucking, eating, and drinking, be had that down. But trying to win a woman’s heart, he had no fucking idea how to do that. He had to do this right. He didn’t want you just once, he wanted you for good.

Could it be, were you his...princesa? No. You weren't a princess. You we're tough. You looked after yourself and made your own way in life. No, reina, that's more fitting.

Where’s the Irishman when I need him? I could use your help amigo.

As a drunk man bumped into his table, Pero scowled at him, then lost himself in thought again, downing his ale at the same time. Things you like, yes, he’d start there. Women like gifts, right?

He noticed you enough at the markets to know some things, including your favorite dessert at the bakery. Good. A plan. He nodded to himself, then stood. He stole one more glance of you, across the way and having a good time, then made his way out of the tavern.

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The next morning

Your head was spinning, too much ale. To make up for that, you pushed your work back to the afternoon and planned to take a nap upstairs once Pero got in. Last night came to mind, he was there, then he wasn’t. You were surprised he even came.

“Speak of the devil,” you said while rubbing your temples.

Pero nodded, looking a bit awkward, then put the bag he was holding for dear life on the desk. “Here.”

You poked the bag, “what is this?”

He scratched his temple, his brown eyes looking puppy-like, “uh, that sweet round thing, with cream and berries.”

You grinned, “from the bakery?”

“Sí.”

You bite back a full smile, then open the bag, “is poisoned?”

Pero sighed and then started to walk away.

“I’m joking!” you shouted back at him, “thank you Pero.”

He glanced back, and you swore you could see a little smile on his closed lips.

.

The week would be full of surprises. It started on Monday when he got your favorite dessert from Sweets n Breads Bakery. He was kind of awkward all day, didn’t say much to you, and seemed wrapped up in his own thoughts.

On Tuesday, there was another pastry waiting for you, and some of your to-do list was already completed. He explained he worked late and decided to get more done.

On Wednesday, you arrived to another pastry, and flowers with dirt and roots still attached, flowers you were sure he tore from someone's garden on the way over. Soil was all over the place, and you had to dust it off your papers.

He didn’t hand them to you directly, just busied himself in the forge while they sat on your desk. You waited until he was free to ask him about them. He was just finishing his lunch in the kitchen when you joined him.

“So, flowers.”

His eyes moved over you as he swallowed the last of his food, “women like flowers, yes? Even women who wear pants?"

Pero was panicking a little this morning, worried the pastry wasn't enough. On the way to work, he saw a guy give a girl flowers, and then get a kiss in return, so he figured, why not try. Even if he felt like a damn fool doing it.

You could see his mind going as you watched him. He was so cute, so innocent in this moment, you could kiss him right there. You also knew from the mix of flowers, they were from Mrs. Jennings' garden, and she was likely throwing a fit right now.

“Ever give a girl flowers before?” you asked as you sat next to him.

“No,” he answered, his eyes on you.

“Well, thank you,”

He shrugged, playing it cool, but you could see in his eyes he was hoping you liked his gesture.

“And the pastry, it was delicious, you’re buttering me up, Pero.”

“You like them. Yes?”

“I do.”

He smiled and relaxed back in his chair.

You leaned in closer, playing with his collar, “I won't say it's working but - “ you plant a kiss on his cheek. His eyes lit up as he smiled wider. “I have work to do.” You got up, taking one more look at him before leaving the room.

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Thursday

Nura was organizing something when Pero came in, he walked in like he was in a hurry, and spoke in a low tone,

“I have a question.”

She looked up at him with a smile, knowing it was about you.

At first, she thought Pero was an ass, which he is, but she liked him now, he grew on her, and when it came to you, he was kind of adorable and an idiot at the same time.

“If it's about flowers, Mrs. Jennings is on a warpath, I recommend you stop taking them before she bites your hand off. She may be old, but she's mean as hell.”

He nodded, then came around the desk to join Nura.

“What else does she like? Boots? I could buy her boots?"

“She likes practical things. Maybe something she could use.”

“She likes swords.”

“She loves them, maybe a little too much.”

“What if I make her one?”

“Pastries and flowers are nice, so are boots, but if you make her a custom sword, that may do the trick. No promises, just sayin.”

Pero nodded, he grumbled a thank you, then headed back to the forge. Robert passed him in the hall and joined Nura.

“That's a man on a mission, nearly ran me over.”

“He’s smitten.” she handed him a note, "the supplies.”

“Somehow he seems a little less - grumpy these days.”

“Little by little, but I think even if he is in a good mood, he’d still be grumpy.”

Robert hummed, “I still don't get why she likes him so much.”

“I think I do; they’d be cute together.”

Not agreeing, but not going to argue either, Robert just nodded, then made his way out with the list.

.

Days later

You weren’t supposed to come in today, so when you came through the door, rushing like a bat out of hell, it took Pero by surprise. Not just because he didn’t expect to see you until tomorrow, it was the dress that shocked him the most. In all his time here, dark colored tops, pants, and boots were how you dressed yourself.

“I’m not here, ignore me,” you shouted as you rushed past him, then Nura.

The younger woman caught a glimpse of Pero’s expression and laughed.

“She’s wearing a dress..."

“Once in a blue moon, for special occasions. Her childhood friend is getting married today.” Nura explained.

Pero’s brows raised higher as you appeared again, a pouch in hand.

“A dress-" he repeated, taking you in with his eyes.

You hiked up the dress, he got a flash of your legs as you carefully slid the pouch into your high boot.

As you smoothed the fabric down, Pero feasted on you. To see you like this, so feminine as the soft flowing fabric hugged your form and for the first time, he had a good look at your cleavage, the fabric cupping your breasts in a way the loose shirts never did; he was a man ready to pounce, to scale the counter and claim you then and there.

“Fuck-“ you cursed,

He laughed. Strong and independent, a mouth like a sailor. A lady, and a warrior in one. His perfect woman.

“Can’t believe I forgot this. I gotta go,” you started to breeze past them, then stopped as you locked eyes with Pero. You grinned, eyeing him with the same sultry gaze he sent your way. “Like it?” You asked while giving a teasing spin.

“Sí, you should wear more dresses.”

“Maybe one more this year, if you give me a good reason to,” you winked at him then dashed out of the door.

“That woman -“ Pero shook his head as he stared at the door.

“Oh you are far gone Pero,” Nura patted his arm, “just tell her already.”

“Tell her what ?”

“How you feel. I’m sure you’ve noticed; she has other suitors.”

“And I’ll fight them all.” He grew serious.

Dammit, the thought. He came here for work, rest and to get laid. He didn’t expect this, he didn’t plan to -

Nura’s light laugh pulled him out of his head. “Just tell her. She likes you too.”

“She flirts with me but makes no moves.”

“You really are adorable when confused.”

“Adorable? I’m not adorable.”

She chuckled, “Have you considered that she wants you to make the first move?”

“She’s no weak woman, she makes swords and wears pants.”

“That doesn’t mean she doesn't want to be perused, she takes charge daily, maybe she wants someone else, you, to take the lead this time.” She playfully tapped Pero’s head

He groaned and swatted her hand.

“Take the lead Pero, don’t overthink it,” Nura advised, then laid her hands on the counter. “We have a lot of work to do, ready?”

“Ready.”

As they headed back, he asked something he was curious about. He started by saying your name,

“Are you the same as her? No husband?”

“No, and there won’t be. I’m gay.” She answered.

Pero quirked a brow.

She added, “I like women. And I do have a girlfriend, the bartender at three bucks, with freckles.”

Ah, Pero thought, he’d seen her before.

“This is a strange place indeed,” he muttered, “I’ve never been to a place like this, with such women.”

“I like to think our town is special. But that doesn’t mean we don’t have people with opinions or those who accuse us of devil worship or witchcraft.”

“Are you, a witch?”

“I know some things, “she grinned, “can I watch you finish that armored plate before I start my work?”

Pero grinned, “Sí, vamos.”

The kid, well Nura wasn’t a kid, she was 25 now, but he called her that sometimes; she had given him some good advice about you and handled his moods with ease.

In Pero’s time here, Robert still wasn’t a fan of his, but they had no fights between them minus some minor disagreements. Your main guy, Audin, was still in recovery but came in from time to time to help with smaller things. His role reduced until he got better. Pero liked the guy, what little he saw of him.

In these weeks, Pero found himself most fond of Nura, she was like the little sister he never asked for. He could see why you liked her so much and why you took her under your wing.

.

A couple of weeks later

Pero studied his work with a sharp eye, searching for any imperfections.

Any other time he made a blade, it was robotic, just doing something he knew how to do, but this mattered more than any of those times. It had to be perfect because he was shit with words, he hoped he could hand you this and you would know all the things he wanted to say to you.

Months ago, if someone told him a woman like you existed, he would have laughed and called bullshit. But you were real, very real, and meant to be his. For you, he’d move into this town for good, put the long journeys to rest, and figure out all that shit he avoided all his life, like how to win a woman's heart and share his life with someone. He was sure he'd fuck up, a lot, piss you off, and get it wrong, but as long as he had you, he would keep trying to get it right.

Once the blade was packed up, he made his way to your house on the edge of town. He was nervous, more than he'd been in a long time, and he felt foolish. He wondered what Willaim would say if he saw him right now.

.

Pero stared at the door, part of him wanting to knock, and the other wanting to run, to turn around and get the hell out of here before he got himself even more wrapped up in this, in you.

It had to be witchery; how else would you have such a hold on him?

What are you waiting for, get moving, Pero heard in his friend's voice, phantom William pushing him forward. He could hear the dogs barking and coming his way in the distance.

Pero knocked on the door…

Once Pero was inside, you offered him a drink. He sat at your kitchen table as you poured ciders then went over to him.

“A home visit, what’s the special occasion?” you asked as you sat.

“Visiting the dogs." he smirked.

"Of course," you shook your head and took a drink.

Over the last few weeks, you’ve seen a new side of Pero emerge, and it made you like him more.

You’ve made the first move before and thought about doing that with him, but it would be so much more fun if he did it. You wanted him to charge in here and ravish you, and you were hoping today was the day, but the sense of nervousness you’re getting off of him makes you unsure.

“I have something for you,” he pulled a wrapped item from his pouch. He placed it on the table as his eyes met yours. “A gift.”

“Really?”

Pero watched, holding his breath as you unwrapped it, revealing the most perfect blade you’ve ever seen. Down to the handle, and the engravings. In the past, you made a few for yourself but always felt like you were missing something. Pero, this man sent to you from the universe, somehow got it right.

You held the blade, running your fingers over it, admiring it as your lips parted slightly in shock. At first, Pero was worried you didn’t like it, but as your eyes lit up, he relaxed and dropped his shoulders.

“Pero - “ you breathed, your eyes flicking to his, then back at the blade. “This is perfect.”

His small grin turned to a full smile and before you could say anything else, he dragged your chair closer to his with one hand. While cupping your cheek, Pero leaned in, bringing his lips to yours.

Smiling as he kissed you, you put the blade down and grabbed his arms. Pero drew you into his lap as the kiss deepened, intensifying with each pass of each other's lips.

His kiss was passionate, consuming, desperate and you could swear, your body was feeling all the things he wanted to say to you and was too afraid to say; the floodgates blasted open and as your hands roamed, finally exploring each other's bodies, you knew there was no going back after this.

"Mi reina, I'll fuck you on the floor if I have to. But it must happen now."

The hoarse desperation in his voice only made you hotter for him.

You tugged his hair while teasing another kiss, “I prefer a bed handsome. Follow me.”

“Gladly.”

You held out your hand, he took it. As you made your way to the bedroom, Pero latched on to you, kissing and biting at your neck, his hands moving over your breasts as his cock pressed against your ass.

.

Hours later

Laying on your stomach, Pero beneath you, you traced his scar with your fingertip. He looked as good as you imagined naked; he was delicious, and you allowed yourself to feast.

He had a map of scars from his legs up to his face, he was beautifully shaped, from his hands to his cock, to his broad shoulders and bone structure. If you could only have one man in your bed from here on out, you’d choose him.

Pero felt calmer than he had ever been, relaxed after the come down from your second round some time ago. The first was hot, rough, and fast, like wolves in heat under the full moon. The second time was less rushed and even more enjoyable.

You traveled the length of the scar, then met his gaze. "What’s this one from?”

“A time I was left for dead. The bastards tried to take my boots. I took their lives.”

You grinned, imagining him out in the field, and all his adventures.

A comfortable silence fell between you for a while, until Pero broke it.

“- quite the game we played cariño.”

“Wasn’t it,” you lay on his chest, planting a kiss on his chin, then on his lips, “but, who says it’s over?”

“Meaning?”

“I haven’t seen your sword skills yet, we must duel.”

He chuckled, shaking you both slightly as it rumbled through his chest, “Yeah?”

“Yeah, and…” you kiss him again, “there’s a whole list of fun games we could play.”

He quirked a curious brow.

“Well,” you nibbled his ear before telling him what was on your mind.

“Dios mio - “ he said with wide eyes.

“You know you like it,” you grinned, then kept going.

“I do,” he confirmed, caressing the back of your neck as the games you whispered got filthier and filthier.

God, you were speaking his language, and he wasn’t sure if you were real - well if he hadn’t just fucked you twice, which was more than worth the wait, he'd think this was magic, witches work, but you, and this, were all real.

You continued, spilling your dirty thoughts in his ear while now stroking his length with your hand.

Fuck, Pero thought, he’d keep you forever, even longer after that. You would never know another man because you were his.

Pero took hold of you, pulling you into an earth-shattering kiss before holding you against him.

“Good thing for you, I'm not going anywhere. You're mine now.”

You smiled against his chest, “I think I might not object to that.”

“Woman,” he groaned with a slight laugh,

“For you,” you looked up at him and weaved your fingers through his, “I'll make an exception.”

“Now that we’ve come to an understanding, I want food,” he sat up, pulling you with him, “then we fuck again.”

“I like the way you think.” You straddled his hips, teasing him a little before getting off. “Come on my ravenous beast, I made stew last night, and I must say, it's damn good.”

You slipped on the tunic and then made your way out of the room.

Pero slipped on his pants and followed, “as glad as I am to eat, I’m more excited about dessert.”

As you busied yourself gathering bowls, Pero watched from the doorway. As good as it felt to have you, as happy as it made him to see your reaction to the blade, he couldn't shake his sense of worry. When he said you were his, you replied with a maybe, well, not exactly, you said,

“I think I might not object to that.”

Might not

That didn’t sit right.

He was all in, dead serious about it. If you’d have him, there was no one after you. But if you were unsure -

Pero called your name, prompting you to glance over your shoulder at him with that heart-stopping smile of yours.

“Yes?”

His doubts felt stupid, with the way you’re looking at him now, the light in your eyes, that smile. Still, he needed to hear it, he needed to hear it from your lips.

Pero came over to you, you could tell his mood had shifted. With concern, you turned to him and took one of his hands in yours.

“What's wrong?”

“I mean it,” he said your name as he cupped your cheek with one hand, his eyes big, brown, and vulnerable as he stared into yours, “You’re mine.”

Your eyes softened on him even more, “lo sé.”

“Say it,” he demanded.

You slipped your other hand around his back, pulling him closer, “I’m yours, Pero.” you leaned in, brushing the tip of your nose to his, then nibbling his bottom lips. “and you are mines.”

The grunt that left him at your words was primal, like a wolf claiming his mate, and before you could say anything else his lips were on yours. That was all he needed, this was home now, you were his home, and he wasn’t going anywhere.

“What about dinner?” you giggled as he kissed the length of your neck and bunched the tunic over your hips.

“That can wait, I need you, now,” he growled, walking you backward to the table.

“Wow, I thought food was your first love,” you teased as you took his hardening length into your hands,

“It is, but now it has competition with you, mi amor.”

You smiled as he moved between your legs, “say it again.”

“Mi amor.” he threw the tunic across the room and quickly covered your breasts with his mouth,

You ran your fingers through his chocolate waves with one hand, guiding his cock inside of you with the other. You moaned together as he filled you,

“I love you too Pero,” you purred.

You closed your eyes, pleasure pulsing through your bodies as you moved your hips together. Thanking the stars and sky above for their gift to you; the very thing you didn't know you wanted in the form of a grumpy mercenary who stole your heart and set your soul on fire.

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Kinktober 2024 Day Ten

Cloning

09!John "Soap" MacTavish/09!Simon "Ghost" Riley/22!John "Soap MacTavish/22!Simon "Ghost" Riley

Through vague and unspecified means, both versions of Ghost and Soap end up in one room together. They fuck, because what else is there to do?

For clarity:

09 Soap -- Captain MacTavish

09 Ghost -- Ghost

22 Soap -- Johnny

22 Ghost -- Simon

“Have some decency. Wipe your hand on a damn towel, not my shirt.” Captain MacTavish passed Johnny a towel from behind the sofa, clearly the quicker of the two to recover from naked, orgasmic bliss.

“You just have to be conventional, don’t you?” Johnny accepted it, cleaning his hand of the other man’s cum as he shifted out of his lap, kicking his abandoned clothes to the floor so he could sink into the lumpy sofa cushions instead. “You reckon this is what they wanted us to be doing?”

“No. Probably thought we’d share war wounds. Or we would, if you had any.” The captain shook his head. “Can’t imagine that there’s a standard practice for when you come face to face with an alternate version of yourself, so we’re the lucky sons of bitches that have to figure it out.”

“Doubt this’ll catch on, though.” Johnny nodded. “Most people would be too prudish to wank off with each other.”

“That wasn’t wanking. It was fucking.”

“You can’t call a hand job, fucking.”

“I had another man’s hand—”

“You know, I would say that, really, fucking counts as the action, not the principle of it—” Johnny spoke over him, trying to underscore his superior point by quickly folding the towel back again.

“I had another man’s hand on my dick.” The captain raised his voice and knocked the towel out of Johnny’s hands. “That is, by definition, not masturbating.”

“But if I’m you—” Johnny protested, poking the captain’s face.

“A young, green me.” Captain MacTavish grabbed his hand and yanked it out behind him, dragging Johnny back closer to him and grasping his chin with his other hand. He squinted, highlighting the long scar over his eye, as he ran his fingers over Johnny’s stubble. “You call this scruff a beard?”

“Least I cut my hair better than you.” Johnny yanked himself free and flopped back away from him to lean on the arm of the sofa, crossing his arms as he scowled. “You look like Captain Price with all that.”

“That’s a compliment, lad. My fellow captain has good taste, and I only learn from the best.” The captain followed him, trying to gain the upper hand by leaning over him. Johnny shoved him back by his shoulder, springing up to grab the captain’s face. He sank his fingers into his beard, keeping his grip tight as he made sure that he was the one to initiate the first kiss between them.

Before, when they’d first sat down, kissing your older or younger, as applicable, doppelganger had been just a bit too weird, but now that they’d made each other come, Johnny at least, was past it.

It took the captain a moment to reciprocate, and Johnny used the opportunity to gather his legs underneath himself to keep pushing the captain back. He wanted it clearly understood that, despite the fact that the captain was older, and had a higher tank than he did, it was Johnny who was going to be doing the fucking around here. Once the Ghosts were done on the bed, of course.  Apparently, Captain MacTavish was too delicate to get fucked on a sofa.

The captain grunted, pushing Johnny back again. He shook his head, the slight haze in his eyes fading quickly as he gained the upper hand when Johnny threw a hand back to steady himself. The captain grasped Johnny by his shoulder, his eyes catching on the scar left from the time Graves had shot him, rubbing his thumb over it as a look of melancholy took over his face.

“You’ve got a lot to go through.” He muttered, before Johnny kissed him again, pressing his thumbs against the corners of his mouth.

“Dinnae we agree to not talk about that?”

“True.” The captain shrugged the mood off, instead brushing his hand down Johnny’s spine and grabbing his ass. “I got a better ass than you.”

“That’s no secret. Asses are meant to age well.” Johnny leant into the touch, slowly feeling his cock starting get hard again.

Captain MacTavish chuckled as he felt it too, nudging against his thigh. “At that rate, we’re going to have to tell them to hurry up.”

He nodded towards the bed, where the two Ghosts were still rolling around together.

Not in an innuendo way. Literally. They both still had their boxers on, the only clothing left besides their masks, as the two lieutenants struggled to sort out which of them was going to top the other.

“Might not even get around to fucking, the way they keep humping like that.” Johnny slumped back down onto the cushions again, resting his shoulder against the captain’s as they watched the bed.

“True.” The captain reached out to rest his hand on Johnny’s neck, gently rubbing his thumb up and down.

“Shut it, both of you,” Simon, Johnny’s Ghost, grunted, evidently still listening to at least some of their conversation. Probably a bad idea, in hindsight, as letting himself get distracted had ended up with him pinned to the bed, caged under the body of the captain’s Ghost. He must have been well pinned, too, as even though Simon was still making a bit of a struggle, Johnny could see the familiar, relenting fatigue settling into him from the times he’d topped Simon.

Ghost let Simon keep the pretence up for a couple of minutes, before deciding he’d had enough, and pushed his hand into Simon’s boxers. Simon collapsed when Ghost grabbed his dick, barely responding when Ghost started letting out soothing toned mockeries as he tugged both their boxers off. It didn’t take much more before Ghost was shoving his dick into Simon, and fucking him hard and fast. Simon took it well, moaning ever so sweetly underneath his counterpart, even as Ghost pushed the bottom of his mask up, his tongue hanging out of his mouth like he was mocking him.

“Oi, Ghost. Behave yourself.” The captain called out from Johnny’s side.

Ghost slowed and looked over at them, pouting. “Am I not?”

“Treat him nice and fuck him properly, you hear?” Ghost rolled his eyes at the captain’s words, but slowed down and took hold of Simon’s hips, gently tugging them up into each of his thrusts. Simon’s head lolled back with the slower, softer pace, his soft whines filling the room, punctuated by the slap of his cock bouncing against his stomach, each movement leaving strings of sticky cum between the head of his cock and his skin.

“Keep him on a tight leash, then?” Johnny murmured.

“Course I do.” The captain grinned. “Someone has to make sure he isn’t running wild.”

Johnny chuckled, glad to be on the other end of that attitude for once, as he moved his hand to his own dick. He rubbed it slowly, biting his lip as he watched Simon arch his back and cum, tensing up and whining as Ghost sped up to the same brutal pace as before, hanging his head as he grunted, then promptly collapsed on top of Simon.

The captain made to stand up, but Johnny reached out, putting his hand on his arm to stop him. Instead, the pair of them watched as Simon sat up, gently patting Ghost’s ass, keeping him close as he propped them up on the pillows, tilting his head down as he murmured praises to him. Ghost settled there, content as he tugged his mask off and stared directly as his captain, like he was he dared him to interfere while Simon was rewarding him.

The captain responded by turning and kissing Johnny. Now that he had the attention of his lieutenant, the captain was suddenly very happy to acquiesce to Johnny’s wants, letting himself be pulled into Johnny’s lap, rather than the other way around. The fact that this conveniently hide the best of the show of their spit swapping kisses, as Johnny sucked the captain’s tongue into his mouth, behind the captain’s broad shoulders, probably also had something to do with it. A teasing display to show that, even though he wasn’t going to interfere directly, the captain could still make sure Ghost was being deprived of something.

Simon chuckled. Johnny probably didn’t even realise that this wasn’t a victory of his dominance, but rather the captain driving from the bottom. He was submitting to Johnny, going to let him fuck him, but for the captain, the point was that he was getting fucked by someone who wasn’t the man currently curled up on Simon’s chest. Simon pushed his own mask off, before reaching down to brush the matted hair of the shorter man’s face.

“You ready to admit you’re losing this bet yet?”

“What bet?” Ghost feigned innocence.

“The one you set, claiming that my Johnny wouldn’t be capable of splitting your prim captain’s ass open like a beer can.”

“Dunno what you’re talking about.” Ghost trailed his fingers over Simon’s stomach. “My wallet’s somewhere over there.”

“Sure.” Simon kissed the top of Ghost’s head, the pair of them watching as Johnny started pushing the captain around more, manoeuvring him lie on his back over on the sofa. “You think we should move?”

“Hell no.” Ghost rumbled with a victorious laugh at the foreshadowed show in front of them. “It will do him some good to get fucked on a sofa. Remind him of where he came from, you know?”

Simon chuckled too, pride swelling in his chest as he watched Johnny quickly subdue the captain’s protests, batting away the hand trying to point towards the bed. “Sounds like a plan.”

[wishmaster]

Not What you Expected

Today's Wish comes from... Let's call them Robin.

I would like to request a wish, if you deem it acceptable. My desire is to become a wrestling singlet for a proud, hairy, bearded wrestler.

Robin wants to become a singlet made for a proud, hairy, bearded wrestler. So he contacts me to make this wish, perhaps he thinks it'll be the one time I don't screw with a wish, but were is the fun in that? One day he's heading home from work, when suddenly he notices his skin begins to change into a bright white spandex material. He starts to run for the door of his home or it used to be his home as the door opens and a tall bearded man stands the. Suddenly Robin without thinking leaps toward s the man, immediately covering him as he quickly transforms into a white wresting singlet with red accents. He becomes tight around the man in all the right spaces.

He's worn nonstop by the man for the next week as everyday, his color pattern seemed to shift, some blue, all white, red on the ass. He had become smelly and full of the man's sweat and cum as he had masturbated several times while wearing him. He reeked by the end of the week when he was taken off, Robin assumed he'd be going for a ride in the wash, he loved his new life but instead of the wash he landed in a small box where he was addressed and sent off the very next day. He heard something like water coming from around the boss, he was opened, taken out and laid on a countertop in a very large, bathroom of gym he thought as he could smell the scent of many men around him. He glances over to see a young man showering just feet away.

He turned, dried himself off and reached for Robin, the man held him to his nose to take in his former owners smell. Damn, just as I remembered. Seemes his old owner was a friend, Robin was slipped on and somehow he fit the young man perfectly even though he wasn't as large as his previous owner.

I'm never taking you off. He whispered as he rushed out to the gym to practice? Moments later his new owner was ass up on a matt, his upper half exposed.

Robin now belonged to a male model/escort who loved wearing old lovers old clothing, in fact most of his underwear all came from former clients of his who stunk them up with their scents just for him, he was known as the best bottom boy west of the Mississippi. It was an unusual hobby but he didn't care It was a way to remember his favorite fucks . Today he was shooting a calendar in just Robin, titled the Wrestler's Bitch. Though Robin started his singlet life out belong to a bearded hairy, proud man, in the end he'll spend his life clinging to a hairless model/escort.

[bigboysfalldeep]

Fabrizio was just doing his job when a foreigner approached him. He asked him for directions. Rome tends to be quite big for a stranger. At times, however, he spoke in his mother tongue, and Fabrizio didn't understand him. Still, trying his best, he listened more and more.

Something felt off; he got dizzy and sleepy, yet so intrigued by that man's beautiful voice. He asked him and ordered him to follow him into a more secluded alleyway. With no people around and no interference, Fabrizio thought it would be easier to understand him.

He stared into those glowing eyes for how long he wouldn't remember. The man kept talking and talking, and he listened to every word. "Now, boy, listen." The man said, laying a hand right on the officer's shoulder with his thumb at his neck. "You will do as I say, understood?"

Fabrizio nodded slowly, his mind everywhere at once, but most importantly, at this man's command. He led him further into the alleyway and into a small house. Right inside the apartment, the man closed the door, grabbing the officer's neck and whispering into his ear. "Well, get you ready, boy." He chuckled, tracing Fabrizio's firm jawline with his gloved hand.

"Now, officer, let's get you out of this." The man stroked the cop's chest firmly, enjoying how soft yet toned he felt. "Strip." He walked around him and watched Fabrizio unbutton his shirt. One button at a time, teasingly exposing more and more of him. The man rubbed his own hand across his bulging cock. "That's right, let's see." He said, approaching him once more.

Stroking the officer again, he grinned at the empty expression on Fabrizio's face. "So strong, yet so weak-minded." He caressed the cop's cheek gently, tracing his groomed beard with one finger.

Fabrizio stood there, drooling, his arms hanging motionless beside his chest, but something in him was reacting quite positively. Before, the man told him, whenever he touched him, to make his dick hard. And it was showing the man's pride. "Look at this, good boy." He said, grabbing the officers firmly.

Satisfied, he removed the shirt completely, sniffed it, and groaned. "A welcome addition." He said it, rubbing it against his crotch. "Now, flex." He snapped his finger, and Fabrizio posed, flexing both of his arms. "Yes. Good job." The man patted his strong, tensed chest, approaching him again.

He began to touch the officer's bulging muscles, his biceps, shoulder, and neck, enjoying every part of it. "That smell." He groaned again, hugging Fabrizio from behind, his nose burried against the neck, one hand on his abs, the other firmly on the twitching cock. Fabrizio couldn't help himself but let out a low, guttural moan.

"Yes, boy, you like?" The man intensified his grip on the officer, starting to grind on his ass with his hard dick. "Oh fuck." The man smirked before regaining his composure. "Let's keep going." He said removing the gun belt in one swift motion. "You won't need that any more." The man cast it aside and started to touch Fabrizio's thick ass through the uniform.

"Tight fit, eh? I bet you like it." He encompassed the officer's whole chest once more with his gloved hands before standing right in front of the cop. "Sit." He smiled and led Fabrizio towards the empty bed.

He sat down, and instantly, the man kneeled and began to take his boots off. The officer's body twitched from time to time, reacting to the short but powerful conditioning. And after a minute, the boots went off. "So good." The man took another sniff, and his eyes rolled back slightly as he touched himself again.

He put those heavy boots down and unbuttoned the pants. With two hands, he removed them. Still motionless, Fabrizio sat there in his already stained briefs. His dick was leaking heavily, much to the man's amusement.

Happily, he got on to the bed as well, hugging the officer from behind and pulling him back. "Good boy." He said, one hand around his neck, the other running across his upper body to the massive tent formed inside the underwear. "For now, I'll take your uniform." The man growled, intensifying his choke hold slightly. "But you're such a willing subject." He grinned, while Fabrizio gasped for air. The officer grabbed the arm around his neck in a desperate attempt to free himself, but it was no use. "Show me you're worth keeping." The man demanded, choking him some more. Fabrizio started to moan uncontrollably, his voice breaking more and more. "Cum for me, boy, be mine."

With one hand around the cock and the other around the neck, the man watched Fabrizio's body bend in pain and pleasure, and with that, his eyes rolled back, and his dick shot a massive load, one after another, right into the briefs and the man's hand.

"Good boy." The man loosened his chokehold, just enough to not kill that man. Fabrizios body twitched again and again, unconscious but alive. With his wet hand, he started to stroke the officer's body again, tenderly caressing his face once more. "I will come back for you, boy." The man whispered. "You're mine now."

[lesbiandarvey]

okay here are my long meandering thoughts about kathy and lewis cus im kind of obsessed with them. toxic lavender marriage 🫶

i think like, they knew of each other before getting together, yknow they ran in the same circles, so they probably met at half a dozen “coming out” parties and dinners and dances hosted by their parents. im not gonna say shes from phoenix (cus that still perplexes me.. like if he picked her to be some wealthy socialite beard, i cant imagine he’d chose a wife from phoenix??) but shes from the same east coast lifestyle he is. he was definitely a leg up for her though, he was old money and she was new upper middle class money like her father was a doctor or a lawyer or something so lewis opened a lot of doors for her socially. and like when they got married he was 23 but she was 25 so i think as a socialite unmarried woman in the 40s, 25 was pretty old like her options were dwindling. i think she had some reputation for being “spoiled goods” its the only way i can imagine lewis would marry this woman like she was engaged before and there were some rumors of her being pregnant (she wasnt but the rumor stuck) and the first time he “fell in love with her” or at least he realized this was someone he could actually spend time with, its the end of some party and he’s drunk he goes outside to get some air and she’s smoking a cigarette on the steps and he says something and she tells him to go fuck himself. and he realizes that shes just like him and shes not some wilting flower she curses with the best of them and calls him on his shit so i think thats what made him think he could be with this woman and obviously its a lavender marriage. hell never love her, im not even sure he likes her all that much but she can be a companion and an easy beard. but i think. i think she didnt know she was singing up to be in a lavender marriage! i think he tricked her with his money and his status and she bought into into it hook line and sinker and i think the biggest problem between the two of them is that she actually fell in love with him. and she thought he loved her. like he said all the right things for the six weeks they courted before getting married, and then the second they got back from their honeymoon (which was just a long weekend while he was on leave) he starts going out all hours of the night with strange men. and then she starts sleeping around with other men to get his attention but it doesn’t work cus he doesnt give a shit who she fucks. hell he even encourages it honestly i think they didnt sleep together at all before they got married and she thought it was because hes such a gentleman and then their wedding night comes around and hes really drunk (well they both are it was a party) but then he keeps having to get drunk to touch her. and then they get pregnant and he immediately stops trying to touch her. and they have some terrible fight where theyre both drunk and the baby’s crying and the nanny upstairs is trying to calm her down and theyre yelling about their lack of sex life and kathy screams at him that “sometimes a woman just wants to be fucked by her husband!” and he smirks and goes “i know right!” and she screams goddammit lewis do you have to be so fucking vulgar! and throws a glass tumblr at the wall by his head and then they dont talk for a week

and like, i think the thing about kathy and lewis is that they’ve both seen the worst in each other. she’s dragged his sorry ass out of his fathers house and made excuses for him at some dinner he got blackout drunk at and hes held her hair back as she pukes in the upstairs bathroom during some party she drank too much at. and they go from that kind of life of parties and clubbing and dinners to him being in the military and raising a child like they couldn’t really become Real Adults together. but also the fact they’ve seen each other at their absolute worst: him in his drunken self hatred, her at her postpardum depression means they know everything about each other. and instead of that knowing creating a relationship of openness and trust instead it means they both know exactly what buttons to push to make the other fucking miserable. and fundamentally i think they have some kind of murder suicide pact in their marriage. like they both think divorce is for pussies and the best place to keep a grudge is under one roof. shell stay married to him just to remind him how much she hates him and how he tricked her into marrying him and how much she resents him for it

[izzyspussy]

So for horny Izzy asks, consider the following- Izzy and Stede kissing which escalates to making out which escalates to frotting between that curtain Izzy leans on in episode 6 so sexy like. Like Izzy is leaning on the curtain and Stede jumps up and kisses him and things escalate from there.

[EXPLICIT]

Izzy gives up on whatever intimidation he'd been attempting less than halfway through it. He's not good at it unless he's got a sword in his hand and the understanding of the other party that he'll use it - or else Edward at his back - and after months more on this godforsaken boat after everything, he doubts Bonnet would be cowed regardless. Whether out of stupidity or courage, Izzy supposes it doesn't particularly matter anymore.

He sighs, lets his shoulders drop, and just stands there a moment. He could try a different tack, but he's not really very good at anything else either. His only hope is to be forthright and earnest and just hope Bonnet feels generous.

"I just want-" He's cut off when Bonnet surges forward. Izzy snaps his mouth shut and flinches preemptively, but Bonnet doesn't snap an elbow into Izzy's nose nor rip the curtain aside to slam him against the archway like Izzy is expecting.

Instead, his lips land on Izzy's through the curtain, shockingly soft after the abruptness of how he'd moved. Izzy gasps, breathing in Stede's breath filtered through the sheer fabric.

"What the fuck?" he says, much quieter than he intends, with all his consonants filed down into safe blunted points.

"Well," Stede starts, tone officious and reasonable. He must not have actually had any excuse prepared, though, because he doesn't finish. He shrugs minutely, and kisses Izzy again.

Izzy - for whatever reason - allows it. He leaves his lips lightly parted where they'd fallen in his initial shock and lets Stede wet the fabric between them until it sticks. Slowly, hesitantly, mind spinning wondering what the fuck he's doing - why the fuck - Izzy starts to kiss back.

Stede doesn't give Izzy even a moment to comprehend his own actions. He makes a rough, aggressive noise in the back of his throat and shoves his tongue forward into - well, sort of into Izzy's mouth. Izzy helpfully bites down when he pulls away, keeping the pocket of fabric in his mouth so that Stede can press more in on his next thrust. So he can actually get inside. Stede does so after not even the space of a single breath.

The curtain is pressed flat up against the roof of Izzy's mouth, adding a rough and falsely delicate texture to the smooth, bold passes of Stede's tongue. It's a kiss that should be wet and sloppy, that is made drier but much sloppier from the fabric soaking up their spit. Izzy's chin and cheeks are slick with it, his beard wetted as if he's been mouthing at a cunt instead. It's strange to be gagged but not gagged. Makes Izzy's head spin faster.

Stede wraps his arms and the curtain around Izzy, a reinforced gossamer cocoon that makes Izzy feel small and contained and unhidden. He moans, his voice embarrassingly high. Stede groans back. His grip tightens around him almost to the point of pain.

Izzy tries his best to cling back despite the resistance - bondage, really - of the curtain wrapped around him. Around his upper body he's all but fully bound, but below the circle of Stede's arms the curtain still hangs mostly loose. In lieu of arms around his shoulders or hands at his waist, Izzy hooks a leg over Stede's hip. Obligingly, Stede shifts his grip to hold Izzy by the ass. The curtain rod creaks ominously. Stede squeezes.

They press together as closely as they can, the curtain alternately slipping and straining between them. It's wet around almost the entirety of Izzy's face now, gone sheerer there because of it. Stede's expression is less obfuscated now. Izzy can see the somewhat wry tilt of his mouth in between every new kiss - and the wild heat in his eyes above that. He does look a bit crazed there, after all. He scrapes his teeth along Izzy's jaw, harder than Izzy would have expected of him if he'd ever thought about it. He bites Izzy's lip twice as hard as that. The curtain goes slicker, hotter, coppery as Izzy's own blood bleeds along the fibers into his mouth.

The both of them make strangled, animal noises when their groins finally meet. Stede's cock is hard, obvious and hot through the thin fabric of his prissy little breeches - less rich by half than what he used to wear, and stolen, but still. He rubs himself between Izzy's legs, aggressive here too, not so much rough as insistent. Izzy groans again, whines, grinds forward just as firmly. There's a desperation in him he's only ever felt in terror before, but without a trace of that familiar fear. He's losing his mind. Whatever madness Stede has that makes him such a lucky fucking idiot, he's passed it on to Izzy.

The curtain, it seems, could only handle one madman at a time. To a background of pops, snaps, and rips, the swaddling around Izzy's upper half loosens. The curtain is tearing free of its eyelets and wooden rungs. It doesn't seem Stede notices at first - and Izzy has no plans to alert him. He rolls his hips into Izzy, Izzy struggling to get the angle right so he can actually get some friction through these inflexible fucking trousers-

Stede stops. Izzy growls roughly, scraping out his throat. If Stede puts a stop to this to throw a fit over his fucking curtain when he's the one who fucking started it, Izzy might actually tear his fucking head off of his stupid, unexpectedly strong shoulders. But it seems the curtain is not Stede's concern.

He stutters, "You're- You're not getting-?"

"I don't have one," Izzy corrects quickly. "I'm- Keep going." Stede still hesitates, and Izzy takes the moment to stop his head going round, to take a fucking second to breathe. He pulls back - just barely. Stede is hunched over to reach Izzy's mouth with his, so when their noses brush so do their foreheads.

"Or," Izzy says. "You could let me in."

He lets Izzy in, and acquaints himself very well with the ways Izzy's body does show its arousal.

Izzy expects Stede to take the curtain down, later, replace it. But he leaves it up, torn and blood stained. Practically shows it off, in that annoying, manipulative, implicit way he has. Smug. Real fucking proud of himself any time he catches Izzy's eyes stuck there.

[starksvinyls]

Title: Come Together Rating: Explicit Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Tags/Warnings: Parent/Child Incest, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Size Difference, Anal Fingering, Anal Plug, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Daddy Kink, Aftercare Summary: Tony comes home to find Peter naked and waiting for him. Notes: the sequel to bad decisions! also this fills squares on three bingos! I2 'size diff' on @starkerfestivals summer bingo, I2 'just the tip' on @pparkerbingo, and G4 'anal prep' on @mcukinkbingo. also a huge thank you to jacy for his amazing beta work <3

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Tony had spent numerous days and evenings and late nights playing with his son’s hole. Rimming, fingering, petting - anything he could. Peter was so deseperate to be fucked, but Tony knew he wouldn’t be able to comfortably fit his cock inside Peter without some work. Not to stroke his own ego, but his cock was definitely above average. So, Tony had purchased an anal training plug set and Peter was still only on the first plug size. Thankfully, there was lots of other things they could do together. 

Peter really did love having his dad’s cock in his mouth, and would frequently be on his knees, doing his best to deep throat, or would be stretched out on the couch next to Tony, mouthing at his length as they watched Netflix. There was also all the things they had talked about that first week on Twitter, months ago. Tony had tied Peter to the bed and eaten him out for nearly an hour before Peter was calling out his safeword. The beard burn between his cheeks left him unable to sit comfortably for days. Another time, Peter had begged to be spanked, and Tony turned his ass red, much to Peter’s pleasure. 

Five months after they had started whatever it was they were doing, Tony came home from a business trip to find Peter splayed out naked on his bed. It was a very welcome sight to come home to, and he smirked as he left his suitcase by the closet doors and stepped over to the bed. He stood at the end, admiring his son’s lithe body. 

“Hi, Daddy.” 

“Hi, tesoro,” Tony’s eyes traced up Peter’s body to his face. “What are you doing, hm?” 

Peter giggled. “Waiting for you.” 

He then slid his feet up, bending his knees and then letting them fall open. The blue jeweled base of his plug was nestled between his plump ass cheeks and Tony bit back a groan. 

“What’s this?” 

“Wanted to be ready for you, Daddy. I want you to fuck me.” 

Tony reached up to loosen his tie. “We talked about this, baby, not until you’ve graduated up to the second plug.” 

Peter bit his lip, looking slightly guilty, which made Tony pause. 

“I worked up to it while you were gone.” He finally admitted after a beat. 

Tony growled. 

“I made sure to be careful, promise!” Peter rushed to say, mistaking the growl as disapproval. “I fingered myself and used the smaller plug every day and yesterday I was able to get the medium plug in. I did again today.” He batted his eyelashes. “Please, Daddy?” 

Flinging his tie to the side, Tony started on the buttons of his shirt. “On your knees, let Daddy see.” 

Peter scrambled over onto his knees, upper half lowered and resting on his elbows, and spread his legs to show off his cock and little balls, hanging between his thighs, and the plug. Tony grinned and finished up with his shirt, tossing it in the same direction as his tie. Next came his belt, and he made sure to snap it as he pulled it from the loops on his slacks. Peter shivered at the sound. 

Toeing off his shoes, Tony kicked them to the side and then started on his slacks. Peter was squirming, the light glinting off of the jewel of his plug. He didn’t make any noise, though, knowing his dad liked to take his time to admire. That was something Tony had spent a lot of time doing over the last few months - just looking at Peter. Now that he could, it was like his brain was trying to make up for all the lost time and soak up every iota of detail about his precious son. 

His slacks were left in a heap on the floor as Tony climbed onto the mattress from the foot of the bed. He stayed kneeling behind Peter and brought his hands up to palm at each plump cheek of the boy’s ass. There were no words that were worthy of how perfect Peter was, every inch of him. Tony tapped the base of the plug with a quick gentle rhythm, making Peter squirm again. The boy was so sensitive, there was no doubt he could feel that deep inside him, far beyond where the plug could reach. 

“Such a needy boy, hm?” Tony questioned. “Couldn’t even wait for me to get home before needing something in your little hole.” 

Peter nodded, his hair swishing on the sheets. “Want it so bad, Daddy.” 

He cooed. “I know. Don’t worry, Daddy will take care of you.” 

Taking hold of the base of the plug, Tony tugged at it gently, not enough to pull it out, but enough to tease. Peter moaned and Tony grinned. He played with the plug a little while longer, occasionally reaching down to stroke Peter’s cock, or massage his balls. Peter was a whimpering mess by the time Tony was ready to remove the plug for real. 

The metal slid easily out of Peter’s hole, leaving his rim puffy pink and gaping slightly. Tony tossed the plug aside, not caring when it kept rolling off the edge of the bed and landed with a thunk on the carpet, and then leaned over to grab the lube that was left out on the side table. 

“On your back, sweetheart.” Tony patted Peter’s thigh to get him to turn over. 

He had an idea about how he wanted to fuck Peter, and he wanted to give the boy’s knees a rest before then. His son was quick to comply, flopping over with a slight giggle when he bounced with the give of the mattress. Tony smiled at him and moved to hover over the boy to kiss him properly. Since he had been accosted by a naked and horny Peter when he got home, Tony hadn’t gotten do it yet. He could feel Peter smiling into the kiss, which made Tony smile too. 

“Hi, sweetheart.” 

“Hi, Daddy.” 

Tony stayed knelt over Peter’s prone form for a moment, just staring down at him and smiling. Sometimes he couldn’t believe that this was his life now. He could have never imagined this months ago when he realized what was happening when Peter, in that stupid pun shirt, walked up to him at the diner. 

Having got his fill of staring at his son, for now, Tony moved back to kneel between Peter’s spread legs, sitting back on his haunches. He grabbed the lube and popped the cap, pouring some out onto his palm. He ran his fingers through it, and then brought down two to Peter’s hole. There was no resistance, thanks to the plug, and Tony worked on pushing more lube into Peter. Satisfied after a few minutes, Tony began teasing Peter’s rim with the tip of his ring finger. 

Peter’s body let him in, with a little effort, and Tony was reeling. This was the most of himself he’d ever had in his son’s ass, and it was a heady feeling. What would having his cock inside Peter feel like? God, Tony was dying to find out. He had been so patient with Peter, making sure to never push him too far, making sure to never hurt him (at least in a way that he wasn’t asking for), but now that the option to fuck Peter was on full offer, Tony was eager. 

A constant stream of noise - whimpers and moans and gasps - was coming from Peter as Tony worked three fingers in and out of the boy’s hole. It was the most Peter had ever taken, and Tony wondered what it must feel like.

“How’s it feel, sweetheart?” He asked. “You okay?” 

“Oh god,” Peter panted. “So full, so good.” 

“You wanna try a fourth now? See if it will fit?” 

Peter nodded so fast, Tony was a little worried about his neck. “Pleasepleaseplease!” 

“Shh, okay,” Tony used his free hand to stroke Peter’s thigh, forgetting about the lube that had gone tacky in his palm. They both grimaced at the sensation. “Okay, lemme get some more lube.” 

Tony pulled his fingers free much to the disappointment of Peter, if his huff and pout were any indication. He chuckled as he reached for the lube again, this time, squirting some directly on his fingers, wanting to avoid another lube smear. 

Four fingers was a stretch. Tony had to push in so, so slowly as Peter breathed through it. He kept up verbal praise and gentle touches with his unoccupied hand, working his fingers in and out of Peter’s hole, loosening the muscles. The tips of his fingers grazed Peter’s prostate, making his legs jerk and causing a squeak of surprise. Tony smirked, filing away the general location of that for later. Tony was two knuckles deep in Peter when the boy propped himself up on his elbows to look down his body at his father.

“Daddy, will you fuck me now? Please?” He brought out the wide puppy eyes. 

Tony groaned, knowing he was incapable of saying no to those eyes. Peter knew it too, which is why he used them to his advantage time and time again. He was sure Peter would be okay with the amount of prep Tony had given him, in addition to the plug, but a part of him thought maybe he should work the hole loose a little more…but those eyes. Fuck. His cock made the decision for him, then, he needed to be inside of his son. 

“Alright,” He slowly pulled his fingers from Peter. “Move over, let me lay down.” 

They maneuvered themselves around, Peter throwing his leg over Tony when he directed his son to straddle him. Peter was the one who could reach the lube now, so he grabbed it and fiddled with the cap, biting his lip. 

“You want me to ride you?” Peter asked, looking a little uncertain for the first time tonight. 

Tony hummed in acknowledgement. “I think being able to control how fast, and how much, you take will be better for you, baby. Plus the added benefit of gravity.” He explained with a smile. 

Peter grinned back. “Okay, Daddy. Whatever you think is best.” 

They got Tony’s cock lubed up and Peter into position. Tony held his cock at the base as Peter slowly began to push back. 

The head popped in and Peter gasped. “So much different than the plug or your fingers.” 

He slowly moved his hips, taking only the tip and a few extra centimeters; Tony was in heaven and hell. His baby boy’s ass felt so amazing around his cock, but it was taking all his self control not to just grab Peter’s hips and slam up into him. Tony’s hive mind was screaming to takefucktake, but he didn’t want to hurt his precious son. This was about Peter and Peter’s pleasure. Peter collapsed down onto Tony, bare chest to bare chest, and Tony wrapped his arms around his son to hold him close. He cooed as Peter whined, hips still working to try and take more.

“Daddy,” Peter let the ee sound at the end drag out. “Want you to do it, please. Just want you to fuck me.” 

“You want Daddy to take over?” Peter was nodding to Tony’s chest before he even finished his question. “Okay, shh.” 

Tony slid his feet up, bending his knees and giving himself the leverage he’d need. He slowly lifted his hips, arms tightening to hold Peter in place. His cock pushed further into Peter, making the boy moan loudly. 

“Yesss.” He hissed. “Daddy, please!” 

It was like a flip had been switched in Tony’s brain. “You want me to fuck you? Want me to use your little hole, baby?” He was growling. 

Peter nodded frantically. “Please!” He begged. “Don’t want it too slow and gentle.” 

Tony’s chest rumbled and he easily rolled them over, causing Peter to squeak, and then shoved his hips forward, forcing his cock deeper into his son. Peter screamed. The pace was rough and animalistic, both of them focused on their pleasure and not anything else. Tony fucked his son hard and deep, hips slapping against Peter’s ass where he had the boy nearly bent in half now. 

“Yes, yes, yes!” Peter was chanting, panting and moaning as he clung to his dad, nails scraping the older man’s shoulders. 

“God, baby,” Tony’s hips moved faster. “You feel so good, Daddy can’t stop, I need to fuck you through this mattress.” 

“Please, Daddy! You feel so good, so big! You stretch my hole so good!” 

Tony knew Peter was a bit of a size queen, it was obvious from their very first conversations on Twitter, but those words sent heat simmering through Tony’s belly. He loved how small Peter was compared to him - in so many ways, smaller frame, smaller cock, small little hole just begging to be stretched out. God, it was like now that Tony was allowing himself to think these things, his brain could not stop. It was sending him speeding towards his orgasm. 

“Gonna come inside you, baby, fill you up with me.” Tony husked into Peter’s neck, where his face was half buried. 

“Do it, Daddy! Fill me up!” Peter wailed. 

The familiar sensation started in Tony’s balls and began to spread, and then he was spilling into his son’s ass, hips jerking, searching for that prolonged pleasure as he wrung out every last drop from his balls. After catching his breath, Tony pulled back and gently lowered Peter’s legs to the bed. He looked down and could see a mess on Peter’s taut stomach and his cock starting to soften. 

“It felt so good,” Peter was flushed, a combination of the exertion and embarrassment at coming untouched, Tony thought. 

“You are perfect.” Tony reassured, leaning over to kiss Peter. 

His cock slipped free with the movement, and Peter moaned at the sensation and then his eyes widened. 

“I can feel your come sliding out.” He whispered. 

Tony groaned, again, and sat back to stare down at where Peter was gaping open and dripping. “Fuck, you are a vision, sweetheart.” He dipped two fingers into Peter’s abused hole, making the boy whine and try to squirm away. Tony pulled his fingers out with a soft apology. 

“Bath?” Peter made those eyes again.

Laughing, Tony got off the bed and headed for the en suite. He got the bath going and then came back to help Peter up. The boy’s knees were a little shaky, so Tony kept an arm around his middle. They both got into the tub, Peter resting between Tony’s legs, back to front. 

Peter played with Tony’s fingers as they soaked in the hot water in comfortable silence, and after awhile Tony’s mind began to drift. He felt like the luckiest bastard alive, he and Peter were closer than ever before, they had spent time working on their communication and worked through all those issues of inadequacy and unsuredness Peter had confided in to Tony when he thought he was James. Once those things had been worked out, they were both so much happier, and it was obvious to those around them, too. Pepper, Happy, and Rhodey had all commented on the positive changes they were seeing between father and son. 

Tony smiled and craned his neck to look at Peter’s sweet face. The boy was practically asleep, and Tony exhaled amusedly through his nose. Time to get out, dry off, and cuddle under the warm blankets until dinner - just the way Tony liked it. 

[octuscle]

Hey Chronivac support! I had set the chronivac to slowly build up my twig of a best friend into a hairy muscle bound beast but I think the delay has gone on too long. Could you help me?

I am very sorry, but somehow things went wrong…. A somewhat unfortunate combination of technical problems and user errors. I suggest I define a scenario at the end of which the desired result should be. And I set the total duration of the transformation to eight days.

First part of the transformation is the retroactive change of your friend's routines. His body will now change in 24 hours as if he had already had the following daily routine for a year longer: two hours to the gym in the morning before university, one hour of running during the lunch break, another two hours to the gym in the evening. And then preparing the next day's meals and packing them in Tupperware. Saturdays are a training break, Sundays first two hours of swimming, then six hours of gym and then another hour of yoga. A life just for sports. A highly disciplined life for studying and for sports.

The second part is changing his genetics. Every day one of his great-grandparents is replaced. Until his father is a Moroccan who immigrated just before he was born. And his mother is an Albanian who has also only been living here for 25 years.

I start the tomorrow morning on Friday at 08:00 am. Sit back and enjoy!

Friday morning. You are both still rookies in the office. But you want to make a career. Getting a job in the research and development department has been a great success. And you both have no desire not to build on that. Accordingly, you are punctually at your workplace at 08:00. Everything is still quite normal. But when you meet for lunch at 12:00, your friend is pretty upset. He thinks that he has forgotten his running clothes. And that he will have to make up for the running session tomorrow. You look at him questioningly. And you notice that he looks fitter somehow. At 4:00 p.m. you get a message. Your friend has also forgotten his training clothes and has therefore already gone home and is then going straight to the gym. Dinner at 20:00 as arranged in your favorite steakhouse. Your friend is on time. However, he is not showered and still in his tracksuit. Had he not shaved this morning. He looks like a three-day beard. The meal is first about the week at the office. And then about the plans for the weekend. Tomorrow we're going to do some shopping. Your friend convinces you to come to the gym on Sunday. When you say goodbye, you realize that your friend only had the 400 gram filet with green salad and alcohol-free beer and water. You drank the wine all by yourself. Slightly drunk, you go home and fall into bed.

On Saturday morning your best friend rings you out of bed. Where you stay. The early bird catches the worm. He would have made up for yesterday's running session by now and would like to start doing some shopping. Damn, it's only 10:00 o'clock. You didn't expect him until 12:00. When you finally meet in the mall, there are already some big shopping bags next to your friend. Nutritional supplements. Protein powder. Sportswear. And he definitely looks changed. Not a gram of fat on his body anymore. But a firm ass and a visibly wider back. Fuck, it seems to work. When you're shopping, your conversations are almost all about sports. You actually start to develop an interest in it as well. And you also buy some new clothes and training shoes. You arrange to go clubbing in the evening. You almost didn't recognize your friend. His black T-shirt is almost painted on his upper body. And he moves on the dance floor as if he had never done anything else. He thinks that functional training pays off here, too. His movement coordination is getting better and better. You shake your head and get yourself a gin and tonic. And bring your friend a water.

When you arrive at the gym at 4 p.m. on Sunday, your friend is already moaning in a sweat on the leg press. "Bro, didn't we say 12:00 for Box Fit?" he says. You reply that anything before 4:00 p.m. would have been a challenge for you after last night. Your friend gives you a Fist Bump. And says that he needs your support with the chest workout. When your friend leaves for yoga at 6:30pm, you are completely screwed. And you wonder why your boyfriend has such hairy forearms…

On Monday morning you both arrive at work at the same time. Your best friend is talking on the phone in a language you can't understand. "My Albanian grandmother in Tirana has birthday today", he answers, reading your thoughts. Who the hell has a birthday, you ask yourself. Your friend walks up the stairs in front of you. Fuck, an ass made of concrete, you think to yourself. The idea of running during lunch break was really super stupid. You can hardly move from yesterday. So your friend has to wait for you all the time. And bridges the waiting time with burpees. And did he just flirt with the young guy at the pull-up bar? Fuck, the only thing that gets hard with you is your dick. When showering at the end of the lunch break, you can no longer cover up. Your boyfriend looks appreciative and gives you a kiss before it goes back to work. Before you go to bed you do a round of pushups and situps.

On Tuesday morning, your boyfriend is already there when you enter the office shortly after 08:00. And tries to persuade you again to come with him to pump in the morning. Getting up at 4:00 a.m. doesn't seem very attractive to you. But you catch yourself imagining how horny it would be to suck the sweat out of your boyfriend's beard. Shit, since when does he have a beard? In any case, you are already looking forward to the shower after the run. After work you go to dinner together in a small Albanian restaurant. Your friend seems to know everyone there. You don't understand a word they say. But the food is delicious. And you promise to come to the training tomorrow night. Your best friend grabs his sports bag, gives you a French kiss and disappears to his next sports session.

When you arrive at the office on Wednesday, the smell almost takes your breath away. Your friend is sitting across from you, grinning. He lost track of time during his workout and didn't have time to shower. Fuck, he can't work here in his sweaty workout clothes. Not because it bothers you. Because you can't get your hard-on under control anymore. It doesn't get better during the lunch break and shower. Not until your buddy in the shower goes down on his knees in front of you and gives you a blowjob. Until the end of the day you can hardly think of anything else but that you will return the favor tonight after the workout.

Hopefully no one will notice that your friend is wearing the same clothes today as yesterday. After the workout you did some cardio in your apartment. Riding on your boyfriend's cut big dark cock was awesome! Just a pity that he has made himself in the middle of the night again out of the way. But damn, he only does what you wanted. And he is no longer the man he was a week ago. His name is Eset now. But that's perfectly natural for everyone. As is the fact that he mostly works with t-shirts or short-sleeved shirts. It would be too bad to hide his biceps. For tonight, Eset has something special planned. After the workout, you'll go to an Arabian hamam. Only horny almost naked men! However, Eset still stands out here. He may not be as hairy as many here. But already one of the big boys.

It was just one night for the two of you. But it feels strange to wake up alone today. Eset is already here again before you. And has put breakfast on your desk. Cottage cheese with protein powder and fruit. He's right, you look like a twig next to him. You have to change that. When he asks if you're going out for steak again tonight, Eset looks at you like you're totally nuts. Lad, it's Friday. First to the mosque, then to sports. Of course, you had totally forgotten that. Okay, then you can work out your arms a bit before Eset comes along. Wait a minute! Mosque? What the hell?

Saturday. Eight days gone. You have a date in the park. Throw a few balls. Meet up with the lads. Eset is already there warming up with some bros. The fellas stand together and talk in Arabic. Until their alpha bro sees you.

Given his roots, Eset is a bit coy about exchanging kisses in public. But he licks the ball and throws it to you. And you lick his spit off.

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And So It Goes - Part 13

Summary: As Madelyn Stillwell’s personal assistant, Helena Flores finds herself caught between protecting her job — and more importantly her life — or helping Billy Butcher bring down the supe who killed her best friend, Becca. 

Pairing: Butcher/OFC (Latina!OC)

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Word Count: 3,500 Warnings: 18+ only! Romantic smut, angst, fluff.

13: Apples and Oranges

It was mid-morning when Helena woke to the feeling of careful, soothing fingers running through her hair. Cracking her eyes open, she found Butcher next to her in bed.

He was awake, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling. He looked lost in thought, until Helena reached out to rest a hand on his bare, fuzzy chest.

He looked down at her, his lips quirking at the sight of her soft smile. With a sleepy sigh, she raised herself up and moved to rest her head on his chest.

“Morning,” she murmured.

Butcher dropped a kiss onto her hair and hummed in response. He smelled minty fresh already, so she decided to follow suit.

She slowly got up and tried to take a throw blanket with her to the bathroom, but Butcher grabbed it from her. She gasped and shot him an annoyed look as she tried in vain to cover herself.

With a lazy grin of amusement, he watched her scurry away naked to the bathroom. The door shut firmly behind her.

Once she’d brushed her teeth and refreshed herself, Helena returned to the bed. She curled up to Butcher’s side. His hand dipped down her back, tracing the tattoo he’d gotten to uncover last night. It was a lotus flower in the middle of her upper back.

“This’s what you had hiding under all those fancy fuckin’ blouses?” he remarked. His fingers trailed around the various petals and a dotted design halfway down her spine.

She shuddered and hid a smile in his shoulder. “That tickles.”

“When did you get it?” he asked. His head dipped down and started another burning trail with his lips and tongue, moving down her neck and distracting her from answering.

“The year I moved out of my parents’ house,” she said. “So 18. Hence the perhaps cliché lotus. But besides purity, it’s also a symbol of overcoming adversity.”

“Impressive.”

She laughed. “Hardly. I screamed like a bitch.” Becca had to hold her hand for the first two hours. 

Helena then felt the shape of Butcher’s smile against her neck as his hand moved to squeeze her ass.

“Think I can make you scream a bit louder,” he said. Her skin prickled at the flirtatious depths in his voice.

“Confident, are you?” she teased. Her hand snaked down between their bodies to caress his already hardening dick. He made a pleased sound at the contact—until she grabbed him more firmly, startling a grunt out of him. He grabbed her wrist.

“Oi, oi.” He gave her a warning look. “You’re a wily one.”

She smirked. “I think you like that.” 

But she giggled and released him for now, and let her hand trail more lazily up his body, resting again on his chest. She needed a little more time to wake up before she started something she’d have to finish.

The problem was, that allowed her penchant for overthinking to set in. She considered what they were doing—what they had done. She couldn’t help but think about Becca.

“Is this wrong?” she asked in a smaller voice.

“Does it feel wrong?” he countered, with a challenging cock of his brow.

She sighed. It doesn’t. It really doesn’t. But that was making her feel all-too guilty.

“Like taking a bite of an assorted chocolate and puttin’ it back in the box-wrong?” he asks. “Or—”

 She leaned up on her elbows and soothed the back of her hand along his bearded jaw. Her face was contemplative.

“What’re you thinking?” he asked.

After a belated beat, Helena smiled. “Nothing, anymore. Just glad you’re here.”

She never thought this would happen. She had buried that hope so deep, she didn’t recognize it the first time he kissed her.

Butcher’s expression slid into something more serious. “I’m all kinds of fucked up, Helena.”

She raised a brow. “And I’m not?”

“Apples and oranges,” he said dryly.

“I don’t think so,” she argued. “I’m not exactly batting a thousand myself.”

She dropped a kiss to his chest, but then she hesitated above him. “Look, if we’re trying this, we’re not doing it halfway. If you want out, say it now.”

His only answer was to kiss her. She shifted, moving to straddle his waist as his hands found her hips. They fell into the familiar pull of one another. But instead of the frantic rush of hands and teeth and tongue, this time is was a slow heat, one that consumed them both.

His fingers sought her wet heat between her legs, and it didn’t take much of his touch before she was moaning into his mouth. She impatiently took his length in her hand and slid him home inside of her—a relief to them both. And then she moved, setting a slow and steady rhythm that threatened to drive Butcher insane.

His grip on her hips soon became bruising, but he let her control the pace of their pleasure, and even helped her along the way with a persistent thumb circling her clit. She gasped and shuddered, and soon he felt her core clench around him impossibly tight. It triggered his own release, spilling into her hot and fast.

Thank fuck for the pill, he thought.

With a groan, he sat up and held her to him, with his shaking arms around her like a steel band. Helena held onto the back of his head, her fingers threaded in his hair. She dropped a hand soothingly down his back and muttered grateful words in his ear.

Once she’d mostly recovered her breath, she grinned down at him.

“Eggs or pancakes?” she asked.

His eyes widened a fraction, and then his genuine laugh reverberated through her whole body. It made her feel a little smug, and very warm inside. 

“Whatever you want, love.”

They wasted the day with a lazy morning and afternoon, until Butcher made a quip that there was nothing to do in an upstate suburban town like this. He didn’t know how Helena had been slowly shriveling up out of boredom on the days he hadn’t come to see her.

But not willing to tell him that, she scoured her town’s local newsletter and persuaded him to go with her to a street fair that was going on at a nearby state park. Butcher didn’t look sold by the idea, but as there really wasn’t anything else left to do, he begrudgingly agreed to go.

He proceeded to make fun of every piece of art they saw there, calling it “tables of dumpster-diving handmade shit.”

“All art is handmade, genius,” Helena retorted.

“Come on, now, Hel. That’s a shambles.” He had the graciousness to whisper to her as he pointed out some metal “postmodern” jewelry. “Shit’s probably radioactive.”

Helena shushed him and corralled him toward the food trucks. That at least should make him happy.

He stuffed a couple of beef kabobs down his gullet and washed it down with a fried ice cream, even though he remarked, “You Americans. Even your Ben & Jerry’s needs to be fried.”

Helena smirked and pointed to the Mexican food truck. “Fried ice cream is Mexican, you idiot.”

She had already polished off her pistachio and mango parfait, but she was eyeing his honey and chocolate drizzled ice cream with envy.

“Can I try some?” she asked. Butcher eyed her in wary suspicion.

She smiled and tugged on his arm. “Come on, just a lil’ tiny bite.”

“Yeah, where’ve I heard that before?” he said. “Not satisfied with that science experiment you got there, now you’re tryin’ to pilfer mine. Buyer’s remorse is a petty bitch, ain’t she?”

Her hands snaked up his sides, prodding at areas he wouldn’t admit were a bit sensitive. He choked on a mouthful of flaky pastry. “Oi!”

He tried to get away from her down the street, but she giggled and followed persistently, until the heel of her boot wobbled on the uneven curb. His free arm shot out quickly to snatch her back, pulling her flush against him.

“What a clever girl, you are,” he mocked. She bit her lip to try not to laugh, but her eyes still went to his plate, then back up to his imploringly. 

It brought a smirk to his face, which disguised the swell of affection making his insides warm up, despite the spring chill. He settled on lowering his plate between them without removing the hand splayed across her lower back. She brightened and took a bite of the ice cream and its flaky shell. 

Her grin widened in pleasure. “That’s hella good, actually.”

“Yeah, I know.” 

She giggled, until her cell phone started ringing. Seeing who it was made her smile fall.

Helena extricated herself from Butcher’s hold to answer the call.

“Hi, Dad,” she said. Butcher’s eyebrows rose a fraction. She gave him a resigned look as she listened.

“Wow, you actually answered,” her father said. He sounded wry and genuine in his surprise.

“I know, I’m sorry,” she replied. A familiar lance of guilt tightened her spine. But if there was anyone who could spark the wellspring of her guilt, it was Joe Flores.

“How are you? How’s Mom?” she asked.

“Fine. Your mom misses you,” he said.

“I’ve just been…busy. I moved out of the city,” she said. Butcher raised a brow at her, but she did her best to ignore him. She knew she hadn’t been that busy. “I’ve been working on looking for a new job.”

“What?” came her father’s shocked reply, this time in Spanish. “Vought fired you?”

“No, I quit,” she said, also replying in her native language.

She hadn’t, and wouldn’t, tell her parents the details surrounding what she’d done at Vought, nor the circumstances around her leaving the company. It wasn’t safe for them to know.

“How could you not tell us? And you moved out of the city! Where the hell are you?”

Helena explained that she now lived in upstate New York, that she had moved eight months ago, and she had no intention of going back to the city. Or of moving back home to Miami. Her father was beside himself.

But after a long stretch of uncomfortable silence, Joe finally said, “Can you spare us a visit?”

Helena released an unsteady sigh. It had been a couple of years since she’d seen her parents.

“Your mother…well, she’d like to see you for Christmas, at least.”

Emotion rose in her throat, but she attempted to clear it.

“I’ll let you know when I can visit. Hopefully soon,” she said. And she later hung up with her father feeling spent.

Butcher’s hand came to the small of her back. He looked down at her expectantly.

“My parents want to see me,” she confessed. He waited for her to continue, sensing that there was a reason she hadn’t gone to see them.

“I’m not the same person I was when I left,” she said. She’d become a harder person. A weaker person, able to turn a blind eye and work with people who’d committed atrocities in the name of keeping her job. And yes, later her life…but mostly her job.

“Well,” Butcher drawled, “I’m not one to judge on that. But I happen to think you came out just fine, considering.”

Tears burned in Helena’s eyes, but she still leaned up to press a thankful kiss to his cheek. He held her to him. Inside, he wasn’t sure how to comfort her, but he supposed he’d said the right thing.

“I want to see my parents,” she admitted.

Butcher also wasn’t sure what to say to that, so he remained quiet…until a thought occurred to him, curving his lips. He gestured to the rest of the park behind them. The street was still busy with the fair, but there was a public restroom nearby and a children’s park—complete with swings and slides.

“Up for a quickie?” he posed. “We could find a nice little spot back there.”

Helena’s mouth fell open. She was both aghast and amused.  

“Are you crazy? There could be kids!” she whisper-shouted.

He raised a brow. “At 8 o’clock at night?”

She shot him a look of exasperation. “I’m not fucking in a dirty public restroom.”

Butcher hummed. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d fucked in a dirty public restroom.

But he’d successfully distracted her, enough to tease a smile onto her face on the way back to the car. On the drive home, Helena realized something after thinking about her disjointed family.

She knew nothing about Billy Butcher’s family. His parents, possible siblings, nothing…

Though actually, she thought she remembered Becca telling her something about a brother.

“Billy,” she said. “Where do your parents live? Here, or in England?”

Butcher’s shoulders tightened, though she wouldn’t have noticed it if she didn’t know him so well.

“Back home in jolly old,” he said.

“What are they like?” she asked. “I just realized I don’t know much about your family. I think Becca told me that you have a brother.”

She knew it was a touchy subject by the way Butcher hesitated, and he kept his eyes on the road.

“I’m sorry. If it’s—”

“I had a brother,” he said. Had, she noted. Helena nodded slowly, but he didn’t elaborate.

“I’m sorry,” she said. And she meant it. “And your parents?”

Butcher expelled a sigh through his nose. “Mum’s all right. Married to a cancer-ridden cunt.”

Helena didn’t expect the sharpness with which he referenced his father, but she took it in with another nod.

“I see. I’m sorry for that too then.”

The car ride became quiet, even uncomfortable as Helena processed his words. 

Butcher didn’t want her looking at him like that. Like she knew what the fuck was wrong with him now.

“I don’t need that,” he said.

Her brows furrowed. “What?”

“Whatever you’re thinkin’ about me. ‘How fuckin’ pitiful his life must’ve been.’”

“That’s not—”

“Bet you regret asking.”

She just looked at him. Really looked at him. “No, I don’t.”

Butcher met her stare for moment…but he eventually looked away.

It was a sour note to what would’ve been a rare, brilliant day.

That night, Butcher had too much time in Helena’s quiet house to think. Things he’d long ago shoved down now flared to the forefront of his mind.

But he and Helena went through their nightly routines in silence. Both refused to restart their conversation from the car, or in fact, apologize. So they slept in the same bed, still in that no man’s land of unresolved tension.

Butcher could deal with that. What he couldn’t was the unpleasant nature of his dreams that night.

Really, they were nightmares. Warped memories, and a general feeling of dread.

He woke with a start, sweat broken out across his bare skin. Helena felt his sharp jolt and blinked at him with bleary, concerned eyes.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothin’, go back to sleep,” he said. When she didn’t look convinced, he added, “If it happens again, just wake me up. I’ll go back to the guest room.”

She frowned, but Butcher turned away from her and tried to relax on his side of the bed. He felt her stare behind him. He just closed his eyes and somehow drifted off again into an unsteady sleep.

When he next woke, he felt his heart racing again. He was in that in-between state of wakefulness and sleep—the reality of a dark and peaceful bedroom, versus the darkness of his dreams.

He then felt gentle hands on his body, warm on his chest and arms. Not heavy ones, bruising his skin, breaking his bones, or forcing a glass of sloshing liquor into his hand. He eventually calmed.

He next woke to sunlight hitting him directly in the fucking eyes. His head rested in Helena’s lap with his arm curled around her thigh. His hand moved on reflex to splay across her hip.

She was sat up against the headboard, wearing just one of his less glaring shirts over her underwear. She was also still half-asleep while running her fingers through his hair, and across his back.

“Tell me you didn’t fucking sleep like that,” he croaked.

Helena didn’t open her eyes, but she did smile a little.

“Not all night,” she admitted. “But you were having a nightmare.”

“Get down here,” Butcher said. She slipped down and settled into his waiting arms. “Next time, just kick me outta the fuckin’ bed.”

Her grin widened. “I do what I damn well please.”

He snorted at her cheek. “Fuckin’ early to be such a smartass. Go to sleep.”

“Make me,” she said petulantly. But she inhaled deeply and relaxed against him. Soon enough, she was out like a light. 

Butcher waited until then to press a lingering kiss to her forehead. He settled in with her for a while. 

She’s a mouthy one, all right. 

But she was also more than he deserved. 

He knew he wasn’t a good man. He would probably end up fucking this up, just like he had with Becca. Just by being who and what he was.

But he ignored that persistent reminder. Instead, he carefully left Helena in bed and started getting dressed.

After he’d freshened up, he went downstairs and tried his hand at making breakfast. Helena was typically the cook in the house (only because his attempts were shit and she actually knew what she was doing in the kitchen), but he decided to make an effort.

By the time Helena came downstairs though, she was plugging her nose and looking for a fire.

“What happened?” she said, looking over his shoulder. His failed attempt at eggs were blackened and stuck to the pan. Butcher gave her a wry, self-deprecating look.

“Was hopin’ this would be done by the time you came down,” he said. A smile twitched at her lips, but she didn’t make fun of him, or berate him for probably ruining one of her pans. Actually, she was touched by his attempt to make her breakfast.

“It’s okay,” she said, rubbing his back. “Your heart was in the right place.”

 After a moment, Butcher let out a deep breath. He set the pan aside and tucked a hand beneath her chin, stroking with his thumb. She looked damn-near edible, still wearing a rare black shirt of his. He preferred her in red, but black was almost as good.

“You asked me something last night,” he said, “about my brother.”

She nodded and took his hand in hers. Butcher led her to sit at the breakfast nook, where he told her, with difficulty and sparing detail, about his brother Lenny. He told her why and how he died, with a gun he shouldn’t have had and a shitty older brother who should’ve looked out for him.

It was a story he hadn’t spoken aloud since Becca, about a decade ago. And predictably, Helena cried for him. He could tell she was trying to hold back an attempt to comfort him, but she correctly sensed that he was explaining this for her. So she knew. But he didn’t need or want anything else about it.

When he was done, she wiped her tears away and squeezed his hand.

“Thank you for telling me.”

Even that much made Butcher uncomfortable, but he still nodded. He only didn’t quite know where to go from here.

With a suspect sniff, Helena got up and grabbed a new pan from a kitchen cabinet, and the bowl he’d used to crack the eggs. She also got four more eggs, bacon, and a few other ingredients out of the fridge.

“Come ‘ere,” she beckoned him over. “I’m gonna teach you how to actually scramble an egg.”

Butcher smirked, but he still obliged her. “What’re you, Gordon fuckin’ Ramsay?” 

She gave a mocking guffaw. “Excuse me, bitch, I’ve seen every episode of Hell’s Kitchen and Kitchen Nightmares.”

“Why don’t that surprise me?”

Later, while Butcher was distracted feeding her cat, Helena went upstairs to make a call. The longer it rang, the more nervous she became. She toyed with the hem of her nightgown.

But then, a warm and familiar voice greeted her on the line.

“Helena? Is that you, mi vida?”

Helena smiled. “Yeah, Mom. It’s me…how are you?”

“Better, now that I’m hearing your voice.”

“Oh, wait a minute!” She turned on the FaceTime setting on her phone. Once Celia Flores answered, it was the first time mother and daughter had seen one another face-to-face in two years.

Tears burned in Helena’s eyes once she saw her mom’s smile.

“Ah,” said Celia. “Much better. How are you, my love?”

“I’m good,” Helena said with a little laugh. “I’ve got a lot to tell you about.”

To keep reading: PART 14

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Hi, I have a question. How do you draw body hair? Not just beards, but like the armhair, happy trails ect. I've been meaning to give my own characters more bodyhair, I don't know HOW and I really like the way you draw it.

thank you! and i'm so sorry but the answer for me is no brushes, no secret tricks. if you want to draw body hair like i do you need to layer short lines. those are done by hand. keep it on a different layer so you can play with opacity or color -- some ppl have very light but still thick hair that shows up.

the only way i can suggest figuring out how to give characters body hair is to look at your own body and see where hair is, make note of where it is on real people, etc. body hair is very very very varied and can show up any which way. even if your hair is really light/thin i Assure you that you have body hair and you can extrapolate for more of that and darker. also: body hair can be anywhere for any gender! some people get it on their back, upper arms, shoulders, ass, etc. like its not just chest and happy trail thats just a common idealized hollywood version of body hair. i generally try to keep it symmetrical wherever its gonna be for the sake of it unless they have scarring that alters where body hair grows. do not be afraid to make body hair very thick, do not be afraid to make body hair patchy. go nuts.

idk the best way to make drawings with body hair that looks more real is to look at real people and extrapolate! sorry if this doesnt help a lot i just figured it out from observation. good luck gdspeed

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50 Random Character Asks #7,22,24 and 13 for the Retired Trio please, 13 being Ironhide only

7. Age/Height/Weight headcanons:

Ironhide: Age= 56, Weight= mid to upper 200s with muscle and chub, Height= 6'3"

Optimus: Age= 55, Weight= Lower 200s. He's not as muscular as Ironhide but he's not a small man. Height= 6'5"

Ratchet: Age= 52, Weight: Upper 100s, Height= 6'. The others have to bend down slightly to kiss him.

22. Best physical features:

Ironhide: You want me to say his enormous cock right? 😏 Well actually it's his chest and arms. That man was built for great hugs and pillow tits.

Optimus: His ass, and immaculately groomed beard in the winter

Ratchet: His face. Smart eyes, a wide nose perfect for kissing. Cheeks that blush beautifully, but Ratchet will argue he does not blush.

24. Most annoying habits:

Ironhide: Leaving his clothes on the floor after a shower, or leaving plates around after a meal

Optimus and Ratchet: Being unable to suspend belief during movies and pointing out historical and medical inaccuracies.

13. Dumbest thing they've ever done: Ironhide drunkenly playing darts at the bar with his friends and standing in front of the target, challenging them to miss him. Chromia drives his dumb ass home and the first thing he asks when he comes in the door is, "Ratch, where do we keep the first aid kit?"

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Chapter 26 - Old Messages, pt. 2.

--------------Congo's point of view--------------------

I had promised myself there would be no more between me and Andy, but already the next day, I knew it was impossible to keep. I wanted him more than ever, and breakfast was almost impossible to get through. Marius was sweet, lovingly sitting on my lap, trying to feed me breakfast pancakes, while I was trying to pretend to read the morning news paper. I was mainly trying to avoid eye contact with him. I had never cheated on a partner before. And the burning feeling in My stomach was awful to bare. I had tried reading a few lines of the paper, but I kept getting interrupted by visions of Andy and I kissing in the forest last night. It was impossible to concentrate in anything. It was impossible denying I wanted more. The whole day I was wandering around aimlessly, I couldn't get Andy out of my head, and being with Marius made my guilt grow every minute. So late afternoon I decided to drive 2 km to a small mountain town, located behind my dads house. Not even the fresh air could clear my head, even though I tried my best. The evening seemed to run at snail speed, so I decided to call it a night already around 9. It was early for me, and Marius did question it a bit. I couldn't sleep however, thoughts of Andy and how this situation could possibly turn in my favor, were racing my mind. I had loved him 10 years. 10 whole years. Since the very first night I met him. And now he had finally fallen for me. But being engaged to a vampire, was a deadly cocktail, at least for the one standing in the way. I knew I needed to get as far away as possible, but he was my Andy. It's safe to say I hoped and begged it was him on the line, when suddenly my phone lit up in the dark bedroom later that night.

Andy: I miss you. A lot. I wish I could wrap your arms around me, and fall asleep like that. Safe. I sit here looking at the pics of you and Marius… all I can focus on is you… Your lips Your beard How I wanna run my fingers through your hair Your chest Your upper arms I love you I just wanna see you again. I know I need to shut up and move on. I don't wanna hurt you. I know I said everything yesterday… but I just keep running it on repeat. I just wish there were some way we could be together… and no one getting hurt. I just really need you! Close. Always. You keep me calm. You always made me feel safe. You were always so nice to me…. took so good care of me. I miss you so fucking much!! Miss your smell…. I love you.

Congo: I love you too.

Andy: You have no idea what those words mean to me.

Congo: I know what it means to hear them from you.

Andy: <3 I'm so in love with you!

Congo: I'm so in love with you too.

Andy: What are you doing now?

Congo: In bed.

Andy: Were you sleeping? Did I wake you up?

Congo: No, I couldn't sleep.

Andy: Oh… why not?

Congo: Thinking of you.

Andy: Good or bad?

Congo: Both, I guess.

Andy: What was the good?

Congo: YOU.

Andy: (He sent a smiley with stars in it's eyes) And then what's the bad?

Congo: That I can't have you.

Andy: I know! (Smiley crying on the floor)

Congo: What are you doing? Just sitting around in your room?

Andy: Yeah… can't sleep. I'm too restless… horny… confused…

Congo: I guess I feel sort of the same. Plus, it's too hot to sleep.

Andy: Take some clothes off.

Congo: I'm already naked.

Andy: :3 DAMN (followed by a row of blushy and pervy smileys)

Congo: You are crazy.

Andy: You love that about me.

Congo: Yes.

Andy: You make me hard!

Congo: By telling you I'm naked?

Andy: Yes!!! Of course!! You are fucking hot!!! GOD! That bulgy chest of yours!!!!!!!

Congo: What more?

Andy: Your big warm arms.

Congo: Anything else?

Andy: Your kind eyes… Your sexy beard Your strong upper arms Your v of muscles above your jeans line! Your firm ass Your muscly thighs GOD! I fucking want you so much!!!!

Congo: I want you too.

Andy: How much?

Congo: So much that I'm touching myself.

Andy: (Crying smiley, followed by a smiley leaning against a wall) First one was a finger spass… sorry…

Congo: What does the second one mean?

Andy: I wish I was outside your bedroom door!

Congo: Me too!

Andy: I want to feel your naked body against mine… making love to you all night and morning.

Congo: Mmm yeah… I would love that. Feeling my hands all over your perfect body. Tasting your skin. Feeling myself grow inside you.

Andy: Fuck!!! I wanna taste you too… and feel you so badly!!!!! You're so strong and warm. I can't get enough of your warmth! I wish I could push myself inside you, and just live in there…just merge with you… Are you still touching yourself?

Congo: Yes.

Andy: DAMN! I wish I could crawl under your blanker and give you a blowjob. I really wanna swallow you, taste your cum again. Mmmmmm! Tell me how you touch yourself…

Congo: I am slowly stroking my dick, and pulling lightly in my balls. Thinking of you. Wanting your hands and mouth on me.

Andy: Fuck yeah!!!!!!!!!! Wait… what are we doing? I;m so hot now I'm almost burning up!! And I'm touching myself I'm so hard it almost hurts!

Congo: The sweat is running off me. I want you so bad I think I'm gonna scream out your name soon!

Andy: FUCK!!! We need to cool down!

Congo: I know. How about we take a shower? Together. I mean, as together we can. I'll go jump in my shower, you go jump in yours… We jerk off with the thoughts of each other, and when we are done, we meet up here again? You can go to your bed as well, and we can keep talking till we get tired enough to sleep, or simply keep going till we fall asleep?

Andy: Yes! I'm in! I really need to cum! But as I'm quite challanged on that some days, I really need help… this might do :3 just the thought of you makes my insides buzz and my heart pound!

Congo: I know! I feel the same way about you. I'll meet you here in 10-15 minutes. I love you.

Andy: I love you too. (20 minutes later) I'm back!

Congo: Me too.

Andy: :) you make me smile and get butterflies in my stomach.

Congo: :) you too.

Andy: Really??? :D

Congo: Yes.

Andy: I'm melting!

Congo: :)

Andy: Did you cum?

Congo: Yes :) you?

Andy: Yes! Could almost not stand on my legs, that's how good it was!

Congo: Perfect!

Andy: Yes! :3 I kept thinking of your face :3

Congo: Only my face?

Andy: More or less. Only one time I thought of you sucking me. The rest of the time, I just pictured your smile… well, your profile pic here mostly…

Congo: You make me so happy.

Andy: Why? :)

Congo: Because now there's no longer a single shred of doubt in me. I know you are in fact in love with me too. That it's not just lust and a crush. I mean. You didn't just focus one me naked or fucking you. It was my face. Me as a person.

Andy: I told you! :)

Congo: I know, but it sounds too good to be true. Well, it is, since we can't be together. It stings in my heart every time I think of it.

Andy: :/ I don't want you to get hurt, or get bad health because of this. If its easier I'll stop writing these things to you, and we will somehow rewind time till before I told you… at least imagine that part…

Congo: No. Please. Even if it makes things a million times harder, I need to know you love me too. You did the right thing. We will find a way to control this, cause we have to. But for the rest of this night, let us just go to bed, and pretend to cuddle, how does that sound? No bad vibes before sleeping :) Let's keep it light.

Andy: Sounds nice. I would say perfect, but perfect would be you laying next to me, in reality…

Congo: I know sweety. Let's crawl to bed at least this way.

Andy: Alright, I just need to finish eating my bread…

Congo: You're eating? (Back then Andy had a lot of trouble eating. He had gotten of alcohol after around 10 years as an alcoholic, and his stomach wasn't used to solid food. On top of that he had a lot of anxiety around food, so it was a rare thing to see him eat more than a bit of fruit salad or a small bowl of cereal with milk or yoghurt)

Andy: Yes, a big piece of bread with butter and raisins :)

Congo: That makes me happy <3 thank you.

Andy: You don't have to thank me :) I don't wanna die any longer, remember? (he also used to be very suicidal)

Congo: Yes :) but that's also almost too good to believe.

Andy: :) just give me 2 minutes to get done…

Congo: Sure take your time.

Andy: (A few minutes later) I'm done, but I have raisins all over my mouth, I'm gonna go brush my teeth… Congo…how heavy does Marius sleep?

Congo: Pretty heavy, why?

Andy: Uhm, I'm in my own bedroom, so A surely wont hear me. Maybe if you think it wont wake up Marius, I could call you, and we could whisper a bit to each other? Or just be on the line, so we can just feel each other near? Or is that stupid?

Congo: No, it's not stupid. I would very much like that :)

Andy: :D I'll be right back!

Congo: Yes.

Andy: (Another few minutes later) Can I call now?

Congo: Yes :)

Andy: :D

We talked for about 45 minutes that night, till I no longer got an answer. I could hear him breathe deeply, and it was comforting knowing he was safe asleep. I kept pressing my phone againts my ear, as if I was trying to get him closer to me. I fell asleep much later with a smile on my lips, but a heavy heart knowing it was all wrong, and we had to stop.

[archangelintheattic]

T addition !

based on personal experience from my 2ish years

the most likely first/noticable change is bottom growth. when I first started it didn't know exactly what it was. basically, the clotoris grows. it can hurt and be really sensitive. might want to change what kind of underwear you wear to be comfy.

related to that, libido goes UP. I'm ace and was very firm in that pre T. but then I started to Question Things. (side bar: your aceness is seperate from your libido. you can have a high libido and still be ace :3)

voice drops happen at different rates. I've seen/heard people's voices drop real low after several months. in my case it took maybe a year for mine to really deepen. I still feel like my voice is changing as I'm still learning how to speak with a lower voice. for a while I defaulted to upper registers, so it was hard to get used to.

you'll gain muscle easier. fat will redistribute from hips to stomach, and from chest to shoulders. my chest has def gotten a bit smaller.

you will be stinky. you will smell. places that did not smell with now smell. you will sweat so much.

facial/body hair takes longer to grow than you may think/like. and odds are you'll get ass hair before a beard. again, I'm 2½ years on T and the only facial hair I have is a really patchy neck beard.

your hairline will change. it'll become less round. I've noticed I've got less hair around my temples. there's also a chance of male pattern baldness, but that depends on your genetics and family history. (apparently it's dictated by your mom's side of the family but idk.)

I'm generally a happier, calmer person. it's amazing what happens to your brain when it's not under constant weight of dysphoria.

changes are slow. and that's okay. good things take time. one of the best things I read was, to paraphrase, your body is going thru puberty. it's basically a teenager. be patient and be kind to that teenager.

and to reiterate what fish said, you don't need hrt to be trans. you are valid no matter what. for those who want hrt but don't have access, I love you dearly and hope one day you'll be able to. for those who don't want to go on hrt, I love you dearly, too. both sides and everyone in between/beyond deserve respect and to believed they are the gender they say they are.

Sex Ed Time

ok I'm gonna tell you about some things that might happen if you are transitioning m->f. this is not a comprehensive list just my own experience, be sure to do your own research I just really wanted to voice how this affects me because I think open discussion about this type of stuff is just more helpful for everyone rather than keeping it private

BOOBS HURT WHEN THEY GROW

your sex drive (libido) will probably go down a lot

facial hair is very hard to get rid of

my go-to gender affirming clothing is high-waisted jeans. I suggest going to a goodwill or some sort of cheap store that lets you try on clothes to figure out what you like

muscle mass will go down, fat will be redistributed

boobs do all sorts of crazy stuff when you run / exercise

overtime your skin will get softer, you also might smell nicer, and I've been told it can thin body hair but I don't really see it all that much 🤷

your brain chemistry can change when you reduce testosterone and increase estrogen, there are lots of factors that contribute toward any changes to your personality, but hormones can have an impact as well. for me this is a good thing because I struggle with allowing myself to feel emotions sometimes, no matter how hard I tried I was never really able to get myself to cry. I've gotten closer to being able to cry since I started transitioning though and that makes me very happy

this is a slow process that can take several years, ultimately you're going to be in your body for several years regardless, so if this is something you want it's definitely something you should try to pursue if possible. the time will pass anyways, and it does feel nice to work towards something that can make you happier.

also this is very important, you don't need to do any sort of hormone replacement therapy in order to be trans. not everybody can access HRT, and for those who can access it, not everybody wants to take on all the changes that come with treatments. you don't have to chemically or physically change your body in any way in order to deserve respect

all right that's all I have for right now feel free to add anything in the comments, I would especially like to hear from trans men what your experiences have been, I think openly talking about these types of things can really help some people

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

I'll Be Taking This Back.

This can be read as part of The Reaper and The Death Angel or as a stand-alone. I really hope you enjoy!

Contains: Fluff, possessive Jax, smut (oral sex M and F receiving, fingering, P in V, semi-public grinding.)

2.3K Words

Comment if you want to be tagged in Jax Teller, SOA or the series.

Jax loves seeing you in his clothes.

"Good morning Darlin."

You rolled over, and Jax pulled you into his chest, "good morning beloved, did you sleep well?"

He nodded, a hand rubbing your head, "yeah, you?"

You pressed your face into his warm chest, "yes."

"You coming to the party tonight?"

His voice was still harsh with sleep, "yep. I kind of have to with Arizona coming to visit."

You could almost hear Jax smirk, "I love getting to show you off."

You shook your head as best you could, "you're a Troglodyte."

Jax laughed, "you love it."

You pressed a kiss to his chin, his beard tickling your lips, "I do."

Jax's hand ran up your leg, landing just under your (his) shirt that you had gone to bed in, "I like it when you wear my clothes."

You buried yourself further into his chest, "as I said, Troglodyte."

The hand moved to your ass, "mmm ok." His lips grazed your neck and you tilted your head to make room, his free hand coming up to cradle your head.

"When do you have to leave work?" He had hooked two fingers under the waistbands of your panties, you turned and looked at the clock.

"Shit, now."

Jax sighed, "don't worry dearest, we can pick this up tonight."

That Night

"Hey Darlin." Jax took in your outfit, one of his shirts tied up just above your hip and a simple loose black skirt.

"Hello my love, how was work?"

Jax wrapped his arms around you, "busy, did you get the archives organised?"

You shook your head "not yet, there's maybe another day ot two of work left."

He nodded, "you look good."

It was said with that Teller smirk, "keep it in your pants Jackson, we have a visiting charter to host." Sure enough, Arizona started to turn up twenty minutes later.

Clay and Jax went over to greet them while you and Gemma headed inside to start getting everyone's drinks, it was still early by the time they had shuffled in for church, the sun just falling below the skyline.

You were sitting at the bar when they came out, Jax shot you a warm smile and sat down with the Arizona president. You went back to talking to the prospect manning the bar who had sent Kip to get more beers from the back.

"How long have you been with Teller?"

At least the prospect was observant, "about six months, officially at least."

He nodded, "you got his crow?"

You waved your thumb at your upper back, "yep."

He smiled, "lucky man."

Kip came back, slamming the beers on the counter and someone from Arizona came over. "Hurry up prospect."

He sat down next to you, just a little close for your liking, "I haven't seen you round here before, you going anything tonight."

He sounded sleazy, "hopefully my old man."

His face fell, "you're seeing someone, where is he?"

You tilted your cup towards Jax, "over there, in the middle of a conversation."

The slimy smile was back, "he should be over here with you, if I was your man I'd never leave you to sit all by yourself."

You shook your head, "I'm not by myself, I was having a nice conversation before you came over." Jax watched you from afar, seeing your increasingly annoyed facial expression. When you shifted so you could get up quickly if you needed to, Jax came over.

He put his arms over you, turning to the man with a nasty smile, "everything ok here Darlin?"

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "all good, this person was just telling me that he'd make a better boyfriend than you."

Jax scoffed, "really? I don't know, I don't think he could take you stealing all his clothes." The man looked you over and went pale, he hadn't seen you were wearing a sons T-shirt.

"Sorry, Jax. She wasn't acting like she had a guy with the way she was talking to our prospect."

Jax swallowed and turned to the young man, "was she flirting with you or just being nice?" The prospect looked at the Arizona man, then back at Jax, his face hard. He clearly didn't like the guy.

"She was just being nice. I brew beer at home, she was just telling me how the ancient Egyptians did it."

Jax smiled, "she's smart, that's for sure." His arm moved to your torso and he pulled you off the chair, "come on Darlin, Happy's been meaning to ask you about a birthday gift for his aunt."

Jax didn't look back at the other member and directed you to the couch in a quiet corner of the Clubhouse where Happy and Juice were sitting. "Sorry, about that y/n. That dude's an asshole."

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It was getting late, Happy had left with a skip in his step to buy a gramophone for his aunt and Juice had run off with one of the girls from CaraCara. You were sitting on the couch, laying half on top of Jax with your legs out along the cushions, "I kid you not, this woman was screaming at Linda because she put one pump of caramel in her coffee instead of two, it was insane."

Jax laughed, "poor Linda, that woman is a saint." You smiled and leaned in to kiss him, Jax returned the kiss in earnest, pulling you into his lap with his hands on your hips.

You looked around, the Clubhouse was mostly empty with most people either asleep on various surfaces or gone home someone. As the kiss got more heated, you leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Jax, skirt."

He looked down, "I can see that."

His thumbs stroked your skin just under the hem and you, positioned yourself over his crotch. Jax grunted softly as you wiggled your hips over him, the movement wouldn't have been obvious to anyone looking at you from afar.

You bent at the waist and Jax pushed himself up on his elbows to meet you halfway, "your lips taste like strawberries."

You giggled, "that would be my strawberry lip balm, Jackson."

He smiled against your skin, "you look really good in my clothes."

You returned his smile, "that's why I wear them."

There was a tingle at the back of your neck, you turned your head and saw the man from early that night and another man from Azornia watching you and Jax, "nine o'clock, we have an audience.

Jax followed your directions, "let them watch, they can't see anything."

You moved your hips more, gasping as the hardness under you became clearer. "That's it Darlin." His hand slid up your thighs, his fingertips grazing the edge of your panties.

You looked over at the men again, who were watching with rapt attention, "shall we take this somewhere more private?"

Jax glanced back at them, suddenly overcome with a possessive heat, "yeah, I think we should." You stood up and grabbed Jax's hand, pulling him up with you.

You walked by the men, stopping in front of them. "You don't get the privilege of watching but we're going to the dorm, so you're more than welcome to listen at the door."

Jax's smile was almost sadistic, "don't be like that y/n, it's not his fault he's an idiot."

You slapped his chest, "now now my love, that's no way to talk to a fellow member. He's not an idiot, just clueless about women."

Jax pulled you away with a giggle, walking to his old dorm hand in hand with you. When you got there, Jax closed the door behind you and put gentle pressure on your shoulders, "did they follow?"

You paused halfway down to your knees and listened carefully, "no, I can't hear anyone."

Jax smiled down at you, his fingers drifting your cheek. "you're so smart, it makes it even sweeter when you're on your knees for me."

You shook your head with a laugh as you reached for his belt, "oh Jackson, you really are very uncivilised." He ran his thumb over your lower lip and you sucked it into your mouth, Jax's gaze darkening.

He pulled his shirt off and tossed it in a corner, his arms flexing as he moved. You removed his belt and pulled his pants down, freeing his cock then stroked it to full hardness. "I'll tap your hip if I need to break, other than that, have fun." Jax grinned and you leaned in and kissed the head of his cock, then ran your tongue up and down the shaft.

"Come on Darlin, stop teasing." You smiled and slid your mouth down his cock, Jax's head falling back against the door, "yeah, just like that." Jax's hands wound into your hair and he started moving his hips slowly, pausing each time he went deeper to let you adjust.

"Ah fuck, you're so good at that." One of Jax's hands left your head to lovingly rub the place where your neck met your shoulder. He was grunting and groaning, telling you how good you were doing and how good you were making him feel.

After a while, you felt him tap your cheek and you pulled him further into your mouth, Jax gave one last grunt before thrusting as far as he could and coming down your throat.

You kissed up his body, landing on his lips, "thank you."

His eyes close and a hand landed on your cheek, holding it firmly while he kissed your neck, "I keep telling you about that."

You smirked, "I am not allowed to say thank you for something I enjoyed?"

Jax spun around, grabbing onto your hands and walking you to the bed, "I can't understand why you get so upset that I'm being grateful."

Jax shoved you down on the bed, "I'm not upset that you're being grateful, I'm upset that you seem to enjoy winding me up."

You laughed, "well, Jax, that's your fault for being so easy to wind up."

He gasped in fake indignation and flipped you over into your belly, pulling your skirt off. You flipped back over, laughing as you scurried up the bed to prop yourself up on the pillows.

Jax climbed over you, hovering on his elbows. You hooked a finger under his chin and pulled him down for a kiss, just a quick peck, "I love you."

Jax smiled against your lips, "I love you too." He pushed himself up again, grabbing the bow in your shirt.

"I'll be taking this back." You untied the T-shirt and pulled it over your head, Jax's eyes raking over your skin and landing on your breasts, "God I love your tits." He leaned down, kissing your chest before reaching behind you and removing your bra.

"Jackson, you have seen them a hundred times, boobs are boobs."

He sucked a mark into your skin, "well, I'm just being grateful that you want me to see them."

You tilted your head, "I want you to do more than looking at them Jax."

He smirked and his lips wrapped around your nipple. You laid back on the pillows slowly, getting comfortable. When your breath hitched, he swapped to the other nipple, his finger coming to rub the one that was just in his mouth.

You laced a hand into his hair and pushed his head down, he looked up at you, "I get the message." His teeth were grazing your skin as he made his way to your core.

His fingers met the waistband of your panties and he looked up at you, you gave him a smile and a nod and he pulled them off, his fingers coming up the run through your slit.

"Fuck you're wet, is this just from sucking my dick?"

You ruffled his hair, "what do you think?" He smiled and his teeth met your hip while his fingers rubbed you softly.

He kissed a path across your skin, landing at your centre, "can I?"

You rolled your eyes, "I don't know, can you?" Jax bopped your hip and raised his eyebrows, "well you ask a silly question you get a silly answer." You couldn't finish without a giggle, Jax's head falling against your skin in an effort to contain himself.

"You are such a brat."

Your hand stroked his cheek, "I know." He kissed your mound and then sucked your clit into his mouth while he slid two fingers inside you, "shit."

Jax chuckled, "I know."

He always went down on you like it was the last thing he was going to do, listening carefully for every gasp and whimper. His fingers crocked upwards and rubbed your G-spot, his free hand lifting one of your legs off the bed to place it over his shoulder.

"Jax, I'm close." He didn't stop, doubling down on his movements, and then you were arching off the bed. "Fuck." He chucked again, kissing up your skin to your lips.

He climbed on top of you, kissing your lips and cradling your head in his hands. One of his hands went to grip his cock, placing it at your entrance, "may I?"

You nodded, "you ma….." The reply caught in your throat as he slid inside you.

"Fucking shit you're tight." His head fell against your shoulder as he started to move, the pace was gentle and slow at first, ramping up till you were shifting up the bed with each thrust.

"Oh my God Jax, please don't stop."

He kissed you, his lips pressing firmly into yours, "wasn't planning on it Darlin." You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

"Jax, I'm.."

He grunted, "I know, me too." He shifted his hand to rub your clit, "come on, I'm right behind you." The moment the words left his mouth, you were contracting around him. Jax let out a groan and you felt him pulse inside you.

His forehead fell against yours, "you good?" You nodded and he rolled off you, pulling you into his arms.

"Hey Jax?"

He brushed your hair off your face, "yeah?"

"Thank you."

Fin

I hope everyone liked this. Please comment if the urge strikes you, I hoard your comments like dragon hoarding gold and they really keep me going.

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Star Spangled

Request: could you write something like when chris & the reader make a s*x tape? (I hope you don’t mind that I did this idea with Steve nonnie! It just worked out with what I was already writing.)

Summary: it’s your best friends birthday and you didn’t know what to get him. Luckily Natasha had a suggestion.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Ex Villian turned Hero!Black!Reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, making sex tape, rough sex, degradation, humiliation, dirty talk, size kink, oral sex (m and f receiving), multiple positions, mentions of past abusive relationships, I’m gonna say this is a dub con to be on the safe side 😬

(A/N: this was supposed to be put out on his birthday, but oh well 😒. Ended up being longer than I’d anticipated. Surprisingly not a daddy kink. It wasn’t on purpose I just didn’t wanna force it 🤷🏾‍♀️. Once again this was not proofread in the slightest. Anyway I hope you enjoy it. Like follow reblog and comment please 💜 ✌🏾)

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When you’d lost that bet with Natasha you hadn’t expected this. For her to find this get up so quickly or for her to actually make you wear it. From the moment you stepped out of the bathroom she’d been giggling.

Since her and Wanda were the only ones to know about your crush on Steve they thought it was hilarious. While you felt silly as hell in this short ass red and white striped skirt.

Not to mention, you couldn’t stop fussing with the blue top trying to keep your cleavage from spilling out too much. The little blue cap pinned in your hair was irritating you, but this was as good as it was gonna get. You also don’t think they originally wore fishnets with it either. These shoes seemed a little too high, too. At least they were cute.

So while Natasha and Wanda followed by everyone else giggled at your costume, all he could do was grin. First putting his hands on your upper shoulders so he could make you stand back. Taking a full good look at you. “How’d you even find this?” He asked almost completely stunned at what you were wearing.

You shrugged and sighed, before crossing your arms in front of you. “I don’t know. You’ll have to ask Natasha.”

This only made the spy laugh a little harder as she wiped tears that were leaking out her eyes. “Ah I needed this laugh.”

“I lost a bet,” you clarified, looking off to the side.

“I think I did a good job at putting it together. Whatya think, Rogers?” The red head asked as she threw an arm around your shoulders.

“The skirts a little shorter than I remember,” he replied. Oh ya don’t say. “But, I think you look very cute,” he said.

Just cute? Boo. Cute is for like kittens and babies and puppies and shit. Come on Cap! Your tits were ready to burst out of this thing. You know what fuck this. You were going to have fun in this even if you felt sillier than a rodeo clown.

You sighed under your breath. “Thanks, Cap. Happy Birthday.”

“Thanks, Doll,” he replied before kissing your cheek. “This my present?” He asked.

“Apparently,” you replied with a shrug.

Natasha chuckled. “I wanted her to jump out of a cake, but we couldn’t find one that’d be here in time.”

“Ah, what?” He groaned playfully. You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at him. “Who needs that when you look this good though huh.” He reached out to tickle your side making you slap his hand away. “Promise to save me a dance?”

You nodded. “Of course,” you replied feeling stupid butterflies going off in your stomach.

You still couldn’t believe that Steve was born on the Fourth of July of all days. Like could he be any fucking more of a goody two shoes? Yet against all odds you ended up crushing on him like a fucking school girl. You could only imagine what your old crowd would say if they saw you thirsting over America’s Golden boy.

He was not supposed to be your type. Except he’d grew out his beard and hair and now your pussy throbbed every time you saw him. You were so thirsty. Hell even before that. When he had that short blonde hair and clean shaven face you’d wondered what it would have been like to ride it. Look there was no denying that the man was hot it’s just he wasn’t supposed to be one of the guys you ended up with.

In the time you’d gotten really close with them. Wanda and Natasha had become amazing friends. Had really helped you off your feet whenever you needed them. All of them though. It’d been such a change. Not being able to just do what you wanted. Or care if you hurt someone. It felt so much more like a home.

Especially with how they were just there. Sure the first time you met them was when they intercepted your ex’s arms deal. You’d ended up getting into a firefight with Natasha and then pushed into a wall by Wanda. Obviously you were fast friends.

It’s funny how things change so quickly. Now it was so different, but almost in a sappy way. You stole their shit. They stole yours. It was all corny and shit with girls nights which is how this stupid thing started. You were asking what you should get Steve for his birthday and she blurted out that you should dress up as one of his pinup doll looking girls.

You still can’t believe she did more shots than you. Whatever she won fair and square. So now there you were dressed as a Star-Spangled Singer. If you weren’t so sore from losing or possibly embarrassing yourself in front of him, you probably would have had less shame.

Aside from then everything was great. Even with the guys. While they were all little shits sometimes they were awesome. Sure Bucky kept stealing your Ben and Jerry’s no matter where you seemed to hide it in the freezer. He’d still held your hand when you had to get a piece of glass removed from your stomach. And did the Mrs. Nesbitt thing when you asked.

Sam and Tony ragged on you like they were your older brothers. But Sam was always there to talk and had helped you through some panic attacks when things were really hard. And Tony let you drive his cars! You can’t believe he trusted you after you messed with his bank accounts a few years back.

Since Vision apparently isn’t the same as Jarvis, he didn’t seem to care that you’d disabled him that one time. Besides you liked how he was with Wanda. Not like she can’t protect herself but with him she always looked so safe. You can’t remember the last time you felt like that. Your last relationship wasn’t exactly the healthiest.

Bruce was a sweetheart you couldn’t fuck with him. Though you did have so much fun playing with the Hulk. Then it’d get lame because you’d make him laugh or something and then Banner would come out. You’ve seen Banner naked too many times. Not that you were complaining. It was kinda cute when he got all embarrassed. Though you admit you hadn’t been expecting his giant penis. No wonder Nat was thirsting over him on the low.

Rhodey had like adopted you. And while you normally would be super irritated with something like that, you actually didn’t mind it. It didn’t even seem like it irritated him that you followed him around like a baby duck. No hard feelings about that time you and your ex got into a scuffle with this drug lord that he had to get in between.

Then on another note your mind seemed to not really function around Thor. He also seemed to realize that. It was weird. Like he was so fucking hot but also so goddamn nice. He had like zero regard for your safety but he always caught you at least. And he similar to Bucky couldn’t keep his hands off your blueberry muffins, but he always replaced them so it wasn’t the worst. And didn’t mind giving you piggy back rides all the time since it didn’t phase him.

Then there was him. As much as you hated it, it was because he looked so much like your ex. Well that was before he grew the beard or his hair out. Maybe that’s why you liked that look so much.

He was everything your ex wasn’t. Especially where it mattered. Like how he always made sure to ask if you were okay or getting up to get pancakes with you in the middle of the night when neither of you could sleep. Then how on those nights the two of you would come home get all cozy under the covers and whisper about anything until you fell asleep. It really shouldn’t be this surprising that you fell for him.

There was just something about him. Maybe because he just looked so big and strong. Or maybe something about seeing him shirtless in the gym. Then again who could blame you for that. Not like you hadn’t checked out all of them. You were a happy girl to be surrounded by so much eye candy. You’d be stupid to not check for them.

Then again, there were always signs and tells that there was something more with him. That’s kinda what you liked about him. That despite the good boy thing there was clearly something under the surface. You’d gotten glimpses of his porn searches and having a crush on your hot, perfect best friend while seeing that he likes watching such filthy filthy videos maybe gave you a little bit of a rush.

With his and America’s birthdays falling on the same day, of course there was going to be a party. Cake and fireworks. Which didn’t really seem smart considering what everyone here did for a living. 

As you’d forced yourself to mingle and get over on being one wrong move away from flashing everyone your tits, you’d noticed Steve keep looking over at you. Someone would be talking to him, asking him what it’d be like to be one hundred and something and he’d glance up at you and smile. 

Why did he have to be so hot. It was almost annoying. Like he was forcing this upon you. If anything this crush wasn’t your fault. It was his.

The last time you’d felt like this was about an entirely awful person. You’d thought if you ever felt like this again you’d be scared. With him all it made you wanna do was have him wreck the shit out of your pussy. Not like you wanted him to know that. He was your bestie.

Maria had almost choked on her beer from seeing you. While Sam had been making fun of you the entire time. Tony certainly wasn’t sparing any comments. Then there was Wade who’d tried multiple times to get you to do the can can with him. You felt like you were apart of a side show. It was kind of nice to sit away from them as they ohh’d and awed to the fireworks show.

“Hey,” he said, plopping down beside you.

“Hey, birthday boy,” you replied. “What’re you doing in here?”

He shrugged. “Noticed you weren’t there. Everything okay?”

You let out a big breath of air and shrug. “I’m not that crazy about fireworks,” you surprised yourself by replying honestly. They made it so hard though. To be who you used to be. It’s like they put truth serum in your coffee every morning.

Steve frowned. “Yeah? You okay? I know Bucky gets a little freaked too. Its alright. You should have told me.”

Ugh. See. So fucking hot. You can’t tell me that a man that cares this much isn’t supposed to be swooned after. If anything you’d be crazy not to. You half smiled at him. “I’m okay. It’s not that big of a deal.”

He shrugged. “So? I’m supposed to take care of you if you’re dressed like one of my girls.”

Your jaw dropped. “Cap!” You gasped smacking his arms. “Were you their, ya know-“

“Their what?” He asked.

“Like, pimp?” You asked all low.

His nose crinkled and he shook his head. “No! Not that there’s anything wrong with sex work or whatever.” He rambled out and explanation. Good to know he was pro sex work at least. “I never even slept with them.”

“What?” You gasped. “A big guy like you? I would have been all over you.” You didn’t mean to say it. It just kind of slipped out. Your eyes widening.

“Trust me,” he said as laughed, “I have some regrets. Always liked the little costume.” He hooked the hem of the skirt with his finger.

You looked up at him under your lashes. “What regrets?”

“I was so busy being upset that they weren’t letting me help in the war that I didn’t get to enjoy,” he replied. “Now though? Different story.”

“Oh yeah?” You asked with a giggle. “Is this doing something for you?” You asked winking up at him.

“Could be,” he said. “That wouldn’t be appropriate, though. Would it?”

“Since when have you been known to follow the rules,” you teased.

“True,” he replied with a smirk before looking over his shoulders then draping his arm around you. “Not like anyone’s around to see.”

“Why? What do you have in mind?” You asked.

He shrugged. “Nothing,” he said as he ran his finger tips up and down your arm making you shiver.

“Doesn’t feel like nothing.” You said now walking your own fingers up and down his leg. Were you really doing this. Was he really doing this. Was Natasha just your fairy godspy?

“I guess that depends on you,” he replied in your ear.

“What about our dance?” You asked him.

“I feel like this is a kind of dance.”

You laughed as you looked up at him. Hand now resting on his thigh. “Well, you know me, Captain. I’m down with anything.

“Making me want to get some pictures of you in this get up, Doll.”

“I mean…” you shrugged, “whatever the birthday boy wants.”

He licked the corner of his mouth grabbing your hand in his free one. “Don’t tell me that.”

“Oh yeah? I’m starting to think you’re not the gentleman everyone thinks you are.”

“Aw, Doll,” he said, bringing his lips close to yours. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

With that he pushed his lips to yours. Ugh finally. And he tasted as good as you thought he would. Then he picked you up like it was nothing which for him it totally wasn’t.

“What about your party?” You asked pulling away from him with a squeal.

“Doll, I’d be crazy to give a shit about a party when you’re like this,” he said smacking your ass.

You giggled and squealed as he carried you down the corridor until the two of you were in his room. Laying you down on the bed as soon as you were in there. He climbed on top of you. Kissing you hard as you raked your nails up and down his back.

He stopped so he could kiss your neck making you let out these breathy moans. “Fuck you’re so fucking cute.”

Oh so he liked cute. That’s a good thing then.

“Still wanna take a picture?” You asked, trying to sound all flirty.

Steve chuckled in your ear before sitting up on his knees. Wait no come back! You sat up wrapping your arms around him. He laughed as he fished his phone out of his pocket. “I should have known you were a bad girl,” he said before kissing you again. Adding his tongue. You should have known he’d be nasty. Sweet boys are always the worst.

From there you posed as he used his phone to snap a few pictures. Even letting you hold his shield so you could pose with it. And then it got a little more scandalous. Remember Cap is an artist at heart. So it wasn’t that surprising when he wanted to get a little risqué.

Making you hike up your skirt for him. Then bend over on his bed so he could get a good one of your ass in those fishnets. It’s a good thing you’d decided not to wear panties so when you’d bent over he got an eyeful of your pussy.

“Fuck,” he said getting behind you after. Making you go forward as he grabbed a handful of your butt. You moaned and moved your hips then gasped as he started rubbing his fingers up and down your slit. “Such a pretty little pussy.”

“Oh,” you moaned.

He chuckled then finally started pushing one of his fingers inside of you. Your jaw dropped from the sudden intrusion. He hadn’t even asked. Just took it like he owned it. Not that you weren’t open to that. “So fucking wet,” he hissed. “So pretty I could take a video.”

“You want to?” You asked with a moan because fuck how was he working your cunt so well.

“I shoulda known you’d be a little slut for me,” he said.

You gasped, hating that you tightened around him like a vice as that word fell from his lips. Fuck you were pretty sure you were gushing. 

“You like that?” He asked finally adding another to your wet pussy.

“Please,” you whimpered. He was so close you could feel him against your crotch against your thigh. He was still in his clothes but you could feel his cock pressing into you. You’d even tried to lean back against him to get more contact.

“Please what?”

Was he really expecting you to be able to answer when you were like this. The skirt of your costume tickling your skin. As he inserted another thick finger you thought you might pass out. Who knew Captain America was gonna be able to work your pussy so good. “Do whatever you want,” you cried.

“Yeah?” He asked with a laugh. “Want me to do what I want? I don’t think you know what you’re asking for.”

“It’s okay. I can take it.”

“Oh, Baby, I was gonna make you take it.”

Well, fuck. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at that as he kept going like he was manipulating it. Camera pointed at your dripping cunt as he touched you. “More,” you begged.

“Is that really fair?” He asked pulling out of you to smack your ass. “What about me?”

You looked back at him with a pout. “I’m sorry. What do you want me to do?” You asked him getting on your knees in front of him.

“That’s such a good fucking girl,” he said, grabbing your chin. “You know,” he started, putting his thumb against your lips, “if I’d known you’d wanted it I would have done this a lot sooner.”

“Really?” You tried to ask but your mouth was kind of full.

He chuckled. “Yeah. Just couldn’t stop myself anymore when you’re in this. Maybe I should write Natasha a thank you note.”

You giggled, perking your tits up. Geeze you can’t believe you were going full on slut for him. Then again who are you kidding you’d been waiting for this moment.

You started undoing his belt and he stopped so he could remove his shirt. Was it bad that you were drooling once his abs came into view. You laid on your stomach as he started to work his pants. Just taking in how fucking good he looked.

Then his cock sprung into view and your jaw dropped. While you’d been dying to know if the serum had affected everything you’d finally gotten your answer. “That’s not gonna fit,” you said with your eyes wide.

You literally had never seen a prettier dick before. He was perfection just looked so big and heavy. You were honestly tempted to hold it up to your forearm to compare the length. Captain America having a monster cock was not on your bingo card.

“I’ll make it fit,” he replied as if you weren’t staring at his giant penis to know better. Then again would it hurt to try.

From the moment your tongue touched his tip you were fucking obsessed. He could choke you on it until you were at his mercy and you’d probably say thank you. Then he made you so you did, looking straight at the camera when you said, “Thank you for letting me suck your cock.”

“Yeah?” He asked with a groan. You kind of wondered what you looked like. Your face covered with spit from when he went extra deep and then pulled it out to smear across your face. “Fuck. It’s like I’ve already got you trained.”

One of your hands rubbed your clit because what else were you supposed to do at a time like this. Like the man you’d been crushing on was on some gentleman in the streets super freaky in the sheets shit. You needed to try and get yourself off.

“Are you touching yourself?” He asked. You nodded, but didn’t pull off. Just looked up at him with those big eyes. “Cut that shit out. That’s my pussy and you didn’t ask for permission.”

Normally you would have rolled your eyes but a demand like that coming from a man like him. You complied. Focusing on wanting to make him cum down your fucking throat for the camera.

“Gonna make me cum, Baby,” he warned with a grunt. God you hope he was. “Not sure if I should cum down your throat or on your fucking face.” You moaned around him as he grabbed your hair to help you work up and down. “Gonna let me cum wherever I want all night?”

You nodded so enthusiastically. Fuck you probably looked pathetic. Not that you were complaining about it.

“Open your mouth,” he said, as he pulled you off of him. Seems like he made his choice. He helped you up so you were down on your knees instead. Then stepped back and laughed as you put your hands on the floor so you could catch up to him. At this point there was no thoughts in your brain except that you wanted him to use you. “Stick your tongue out.”

You did as he said. Perking up again. He grabbed his dick with his free hand. Jerking off first before sliding back into your mouth just as ropes of thick white hot cum started hitting the back of your throat. You honestly felt like you might be in heaven.

From there he set his phone down. Grabbing you so he could pick you back up. Placing a kiss on your lips and not giving a shit as he deepened it as he walked you back to the bed. This time when he placed you down he stopped so he could make his way down your body until his mouth was on your clit.

The costume had been soiled by now. With spit and now cum having dripped down to the top. Yet he hadn’t taken it off. Not that you were surprised. Obviously his goal was to fuck you while you wore it.

Your back arched off the bed as he tongue fucked your sopping wet cunt. Making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Eating you out like he was a starving man and you were the cure for hunger.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.” You repeated it because it was like the only thing you could say.

By the third time you’d orgasmed you were pretty sure he’d broken you. So to say you were scared of whatever his dick my do was an understatement. And all he did was fucking laugh at your reactions as his tongue assaulted you.

As he’d left you there open and panting he claimed back up on top of you. Kissing you again as he lined up. “Condom?” You croaked out.

He snorted. “That’s cute,” he said before pushing his tip into you. Your mind went completely blank as he did. The way he grunted as he forced himself made your jaw drop. “Look at you,” he said. “Taking me so fucking good like a little cock whore.”

Your head tilted back as you bit your lip. He was stretching you out until you were almost at your limit. Then starting moving his hips slow until he bottomed out. “Oh my god,” you breathed.

Then he pulled out making you whimper at the loss. He started helping you out of your outfit. Yet leaving the fishnets on. “That’s better,” he replied as he lined up with your entrance again. This time not really caring as much this time that you needed some time to adjust. Instead just pushing you onto his fat dick and making you gasp.

You were clinging to him as he started to move. Until he pushed you down so he could get a better angle. He was so thick he was hitting your spot whether you liked it or not. Making you your pussy juicers leaking around you because of it.

You were letting out mewls one right after the other. It was just too fucking much. Like whatever you’d been expecting this wasn’t it. You felt like a fucking blow up doll right now and you mean that in the most affectionate way possible.

You always imagined that sex with Steve would be similar to your ex. While he’d been sick and twisted in his own ways to you in bed he was obsessed with MaKiNg LoVe. He wanted it to be perfect. Like your hair had to be perfect. Lingerie on. Lights, camera, action. Surprisingly minus the camera. Funny you wouldn’t let him.

So as Steve impaled you on his giant dick you almost wanted to laugh at the irony. That the asshole was all about that perfect curated shit, the golden boy wanted to split you in half but was probably one of the sweetest people you’d ever met.

As the two of you went from missionary to you on top he was bouncing you down hard. The balls of your feet planted on the bed, so you could have an easier time moving up and down. His hand coming to smack your ass over and over.

“Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve!” You cried out as you came around him again.

“That’s it. Say my fucking name.” He grabbed your hair, pulling your head back by your hair. By now you weren’t even sure where that little hat was. You just know it wasn’t on your head anymore. You could only imagine how fucked up your makeup looked right now.

He pulled out of you so he could position you face down ass up. Grabbing his phone then getting behind you. He rubbed your clit a little more before slamming into you again. 

“I’m gonna take a video. Okay, Doll. We’re going on separate missions next week and I wanna be able to watch it when I’m away from you.”

You whimpered. Stomach tightening as you clenched around him. “That’s okay.”

“I wasn’t asking for permission,” he said as he smacked your ass. Guiding himself into you and you swear every time you felt your brain malfunction. “It’s okay I’m not gonna let anyone else see. I promise.”

“I know,” you moaned as he started picking up pace again.

“Wish I could show your annoying fucking ex though,” he grunted. “Show him how a real man fucks you.”

If he didn’t shut up you were gonna cum again. Especially with the way he was forcing himself in to hit every single spot. “Just like that,” you whimpered.

“Yeah?” He asked. “Who fucks you right, Baby?”

“You do,” you squeaked out.

“This is my pussy now. Don’t you fucking forget that.”

Your pussy tightened around him because of his words. He was just so big. You were pretty sure you’d never get used to it. Not like it mattered. Not like you wouldn’t take it over and over if he told you to. As if you’re not gonna be on his dick as much as you can be now. If he fucked you this disrespectfully on the first time you could only imagine what it’d be like next time.

“Pussy so fucking juicy,” he replied. “You like this, huh? Like being treated like a whore.”

Oh god. “Yes,” you cried. “Only for you.”

“Yeah? Gonna be my whore. Let me fuck you whenever I want?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you squeaked again. “It’s yours. You don’t even have to ask.”

He chuckled. How the fuck was he laughing at a time like this. As if he wasn’t rearranging your guts. “Don’t tell me that. I’ll hold you to it. You know I’m a man of my word.”

Why the fuck was that making you cum. Maybe because that was true. Which only made it hotter. Ugh you really were excited to be this mans fuck toy.

He threw the one down beside you as he pulled out again. Screen on the video he just took. As he flipped you over you grabbed it only getting to watch a little bit of how good it looked with you taking him from behind for a little bit. Fuck it was better than porn.

“You look like such a fucking mess,” he baby talked at you before kissing your lips again. Pulling you into his lap as he sat up. As much as you liked the other positions you liked how close he was to you in this one. “You’re so beautiful.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he went to your ass helping you. Clinging to him while he fucked into you. Finally putting your mouth on those strong shoulders. Sucking your teeth into his skin.

“Fuck, Baby!” He moaned. Ohhh you liked that noise. “Gonna make me cum in you if you keep doin’ that.”

You giggled and started doing it more. Hopefully leaving marks behind that would probably be gone in the morning if you did. Kissing all over his neck and to his chest.

He grabbed your neck. Forcing you to look into his blue eyes as he was grinding you onto him. “One more, Babe. I just gotta get one more,” he was slurring his words like he was just as drunk off of you as you were from him, “outta you before I cum in you.”

“Yes!” You moaned walls once again fluttering around him because of his words.

“Yeah you like that?” He hissed. “Like being my little cum slut, huh? Good cuz after this I’m gonna keep fucking you and fucking you. You hear me?” He leaned you back as he started shoving into you again.

“I love being your cum slut,” you whined as another orgasm hit you making you move your hips up and down so he had to pin you. Needing to keep you in place so he could keep hitting it just right.

“Fuck!” He yelled against your neck as it finally caught up to him. Filling you up but not stopping his movements as if he was about to fuck you through it until he stopped and slumped on top of you then quickly getting off of you so you wouldn’t get crushed.

He didn’t waste anytime to pull you into his arms. Cradling you and kissing your forehead over and over. It almost hurt for you to breathe but you already missed the feeling of his heavy cock impaling you over and over again.

“Shit, you okay?” He asked in between his barrage of kisses. You nodded not even being able to say anything back. You’d definitely need time to recover from this.“Wanna takes a bath or something while I clean up?”

“That’s it?” You managed to say.

He chuckled. “It doesn’t have to be. I just thought you’d wanna relax.”

“Not yet,” you replied.

“Okay.” Another kiss went to your lips. Fuck you were enjoying how kissy he is. “I didn’t break you did I?”

“Possibly.”

He laughed a little harder. “I’m sorry. I should have asked for your safe word, but I got so caught up in the moment.”

“It’s okay,” you replied.

“Nah. A good dom always asks.”

“It’s okay,” you repeated, suddenly feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. “Funny I so knew you were a freak.”

“How?”

You shrugged. “Nice guys are always freaky. And you’re like super nice so you’re extra extra nasty.”

Not this man’s cheeks turning red. As if he didn’t just try to turn you inside out. “Yeah I guess.”

“And I also saw one of your porn searches one time. Don’t worry. I didn’t tell anyone.”

“When?” He asked raising an eyebrow.

“Remember when we broke into Tony’s account? Well I managed to get into your computer and all I’m saying is that if you wanna tie me up I’m so down.” You looked up at him.

He sighed and shook his head. “You are so bad. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Or what? Gonna spank me?” You teased, sticking your tongue out.

“You wish,” he said grabbing your face and squeezing your cheeks in. “Just for that I’m gonna start prepping your ass for my cock.”

He was entirely too big to ever fit but fuck you were more than willing to try.