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I love handyman Bill au sm, here's some of it with my human Bill
T-Shirt refs under the cut
#gravity falls#handyman bill au#bill cipher#human bill cipher#my art#undescribed#he was forced to remove the shirt
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Getting ads for a shirt that is meant to diminish your bellyâŚâŚâŚ.. why the fuck would I want a shirt that makes me way less sexy đđđđđđđđđđ get with the program Iâm only wearing shirts that fit me in all aspects but length so they show off my sexy happy trail. Fuck you. Dalinar says this I just know it. In the universe where god loves me.
#luke.txt#drunkposting#the handyman working on the roof of my apartment in a too small shirt was like an angel to me today
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Andy Pendeho w Koszulce RaveFM
#Andy Pendeho#koszulki#koszulka#rave fm#ravefm#techno#rave outfit#t shirt#Outdoorsman#RuggedLife#VintageTools#SurvivalSkills#Woodworking#Handyman#NatureLover#Homesteading#RusticLiving#DIYProjects#Axe#Hammer#OffGridLiving#BackToBasics#CountryLife#OutdoorAdventure#SimpleLiving#ManualLabor#pirate radio#radio pirackie#pirackie radio#piraci radiowi
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MAKE HER REGRET IT
A/N: i was really in the mood for some smut and the neighbors trope popped into my head, so here we are!
WORD COUNT: 4.1k
WARNING: sexual content
SUMMARY:Â Harry, your freshly divorced, insanely hot neighbor needs your help: you have to pretend to be his new girlfriend when his ex-wife comes over, however your little stunt outdoes your expectations in a lot of ways.
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It's a basic instinct for you at this point to look up at the balcony whenever youâre approaching your apartment building. However youâre not looking at yours, but the one next to yours that belongs to one hot, freshly divorced guy who moved in next door about two months ago.Â
You remember the morning the moving truck appeared and you knew someone was taking the vacant apartment beside yours. You just arrived back from your morning run and you jumped right into guesses about who it will be. Maybe someone your age? A girl you can go to yoga with? Or a sweet old lady you can have tea with on warm afternoons? Hopefully not a noisy family, because the walls are way too thin to endure the screaming of a child.Â
Then you saw him. Carrying a heavy looking box up the stairs, a simple white shirt stretching on his torso, tattooed arms flexing under the weight of the box, you knew you were fucked the first time you saw Harry Styles.Â
It took you no time to lurk over the next day and introduce yourself as his neighbor.Â
âIf you need suggestions for coffee spots around the neighborhood, Iâm your person,â you smiled at him charmingly as he stood in his doorway in gray sweats and a black t-shirt, hair messy but so delicious, it was screaming for your fingers to run through his locks.Â
âI will definitely keep that in mind. I can offer to fix anything around your apartment, Iâm kind of a handyman,â he chuckled and your knees almost buckled hearing his creamy british accent.Â
Fate played on your hand, because you kept running into each other so it didnât take long for you to go out for a coffee run together and it was smooth sailing from then. You learned about how he just got divorced, his wife cheated on him and he found out on their second anniversary, tragic story and you still canât quite understand how any woman could cheat on a man like him. You practically drool every time you catch a glimpse of him arriving back from a run in nothing but a pair of shorts, his tanned skin glistening from sweat. You definitely love to move out to the balcony around the time he can be expected to appear in the late afternoon, you watch him stretch and breathe heavily and the sight alone makes you break a sweat as well, but for a whole different reason.Â
Youâve been trying to flirt with him every possible occasion, but you also make sure you donât come off too pushy. After all he just got out of a marriage, it must be hard on him to recover from being cheated on. Thereâs also a slight age difference between the two of you, not that dramatic, but that eight years could easily be a deal breaker for him, so youâve been playing it safe.Â
When youâre lying in bed late at night and sleep is not coming to you, you canât help but think of how he is on the other side of the wall, you imagine him sleeping without a shirt, maybe thinking about you the way you like to think of him⌠But itâs all just a fantasy, one you fancy very much.Â
The door to his balcony is open so you know he is home, but he is not out. You take your time walking up the stairs, your legs are definitely tired from the run you just had and just when you reach your floor Harryâs front door swings open and you stop, watching him walk over to your door. He didnât notice you, so you stay still and watch him take a deep breath as he lifts his fist up to knock, but then it falls back to his side and he shakes his head, stepping backwards before returning to his spot on your doormat and thatâs when you decide to put him out of his misery.Â
âAre you out of sugar, neighbor?â you ask, slowly walking towards him. Harry spins around with a stunned expression.Â
âOh, I didnâtâI didnât see you.â You catch his gaze running down your body and legs and youâre thankful you decided to wear your shortest shorts.Â
Playing with your keys in your hands, you finally reach him.Â
âWhatâs up?â
âUm⌠I have a bit of a situation on my hands and you might be able to help me.â
Unlocking the door you push it in and gesture for him to follow you inside.Â
âDo tell me.â
Rounding your way into the kitchen you step to the fridge to grab some water. Harry hesitantly follows you and stops by the kitchen counter.Â
âSo, I talked to Rory this morning,â he starts. Youâve heard enough about Rory, his ex wife to know that if sheâs involved, itâs for sure something messy. âYou know that painting in my living room?â You nod. âWell, she insists itâs hers, because a friend of hers painted it, but I was the one who paid for it. Whatever. Sheâs been trying to get me to give it to her and honestly Iâm over it so I gave in. She is picking it up today.â
âWhen will the part where I can help come?â
âRight here,â he chuckles nervously. âWe got into a fight, no surprise. She screamed at me over the phone and told me Iâll die alone because no one can put up with my shit.â
You need to force yourself to swallow the bitterness in your mouth. That woman sounds very much like the spawn of the devil, because who would say that to anyone? Especially to Harry? Aside from being insanely hot youâve also learned just how kind, passionate and funny he is, basically the whole deal. Rory is the biggest loser in history for letting go of a man like him.Â
âOne thing followed the other and I just⌠Um, I told her that I have someone.â
The light bulb switches on in your mind, because you already know where this is heading. And you like it, very much.Â
âI donât know what got into me, but I told her she can meet my alleged girlfriend when she picks up the painting so she can see herself that Iâm not the loser she thinks I am. And⌠as you might now, I do not have anyoneâŚâ
âYou want me to be your fake girlfriend,â you finish for him, saving him from having to say it out loud. You can see just how awkward he is, having to ask you for such a thing.Â
âBasically, yeah. Only if you donât mind being part of this shitshow. I understand if you find it weird and I donât expect you toââ
âWhen should I be over at yours?â you simply ask and watch his eyes go wide.Â
âY-You will do it?â
âSure, sounds fun. Besides, Iâm curious to see the stupidest woman on earth,â you add smirking and he finally lets out a relieved laugh as well.Â
âThank you so much, Y/N. Really, I owe you big time. Sheâll be here in about two hours.â
âPerfect. Iâll be there.â
For the next two hours, you do everything you can to bring out the hottest version of yourself. Hair, makeup, dress, everything is on spot when you step out of your apartment and walk over to Harryâs door, ringing the bell.Â
When the door swings open and Harry sees you his mouth hangs open, giving you that one last ego boost you need to be the best possible fake girlfriend ever.Â
âSatisfied with your girlfriend?â you ask, tilting your head.Â
âI-I uhâYeah! Iâm⌠yes.â
âCan I go inside then?â you ask with a chuckle and he steps aside in a hurry.
âSorry, yeah come inside.â
âSo whatâs the plan?â you ask, walking into his living room and making yourself comfortable on the couch. Harry follows, but he takes the armchair across you and you can tell he is still struggling with not ogling you, especially your exposed legs and deep cleavage the dress teases him with.Â
âI donât⌠I have no idea, I have never done this before.â
âI have.â
âReally?â
âJust once, in college. One of my friends broke up with a girl who did not take it well and I was his fake girlfriend for a week to get her to stop harassing him. It worked.â
âThen⌠I trust you with anything.â
âWhatâs the goal?â
Harry opens his mouth, but then closes, as if he is embarrassed to say whatâs on his mind.Â
âHarry, say it. Iâm happy to help with anything.â
âI want to make her regret it.â
âRegret what she said?â
âRegret everything,â he corrects and when he looks you in the eye a shiver runs down your spine from the determination thatâs behind his green irises.Â
âConsider it done,â you smile at him devilishly.Â
At your suggestion you both take a shot to ease your nerves and make it easier to lie. It seems to loosen him just enough that he doesnât look like he is about to attend an interrogation.Â
And then the bell rings.Â
âShow time,â you smile at him and as he walks over to the door you take your place on the couch again.Â
You hear the door open and then a female voice mixes with Harryâs before the footsteps follow. Harry comes into view first, but then Rory steps out from behind him and you see the pure shock in her eyes when she finally spots you.Â
âOh, hi!â you smile at her almost disgustingly sweetly as you stand from the couch and walk closer. âYou must be Rony. Iâm Y/N.â You hold out a hand for her and watch as her mouth twitches when she hears you mess her name up.Â
âRory,â she sassily says and shakes your hand at last. âSo youâre the⌠girlfriend.â The disgust in her tone is apparent, she is not even trying to hide it and it just makes it way more enjoyable.Â
âYes and you must be the cheating ex-wife.â
Harry coughs beside you, he was not expecting you to be this blunt, but the look on Roryâs face is priceless, because she canât deny what she is. Moving closer to Harry you wrap an arm around his waist and though at first he freezes at your closeness, he is quick to recover and join in on the act, his arm finding your waist as well.Â
âThe painting is over there, just take it and letâs get over with it, alright?â Harry nods towards the painting he already took off the wall, now itâs leant against the console table thatâs been underneath it.Â
âYou didnât even wrap it?â she scoffs. How am I supposed to take it like this?â
âRory, Iâm not a fucking gallery. You wanted the painting, take it.â
âItâs gonna be ruined if I just put it into my car like this!â she argues.Â
âThatâs none of my business.â
âHarry, this is so not okay! I canâtââ
âJesus, Rory fine! I think I have some bubble wrap,â he grunts, heading into his bedroom to find something to wrap the painting in, leaving the two of you alone.
Rory gives you another long, dirty look, as if you were the woman Harry cheated on her with when she is the culprit of this mess here.Â
âSo how long have you been together?â she then asks, pretending like she is just chit chatting, but you know she is eager to know everything about you.
âA little over a month now. You know, I wasnât looking for anything serious, but Harry is just the perfect guy and I couldnât stay away from him.â
âOh, he is not that perfect, little girl.â
Itâs obvious she tried to derogate you by calling you a little girl, she must be around the age of Harry, not more than thirty-six for sure, but she canât find anything to use against you other than the fact that youâre clearly in your twenties. How mature.Â
âI know. But everything he can give me makes it worth it. And the sex, ah!â
She gives you a puzzled look. You knew this would stir her up, Harry mentioned how distant they grew in the last few months and sex wasnât the same anymore. Looking at the timeline she must have started her affair around that time and Harry couldnât perform the way he otherwise could because she wasnât open to him anymore. It was a vicious cycle, but you also know Rory is the kind of woman who must have humiliated him because of that. Harry never said, but you just feel that she criticized his sexual performance when she left him even if it all happened because of her.Â
And now hearing that he is giving his all to another woman is definitely something that can drive her nuts.Â
âOh please, he sucks in bed,â she scoffs.
âNot with the right partner. He is so good, I honestly donât know how you could let go of him.â
âHe couldnât make me cum for months!â
âThatâs unfortunate. I get an orgasm basically after every meal. He is so good at it, honestly, itâs like he just wants to please me every possible moment. I mean, I canât remember a morning when I didnât wake up with his head between my legs, he loves quickies, I have to sanitize the kitchen counter like twice a day.â You let out a chuckle and just watch as her face grows redder while staring at the kitchen counter, raging jealousy swirling in her mind for sure. Itâs clearer than daylight that she didnât cheat on him because he wasnât manly enough, this woman is simply a stupid loser who couldnât appreciate what she had, maybe panicked that she canât mess around with others and then simply chose to ruin everything.Â
Youâre more than happy to remind her what she lost.Â
âAlright, this is all I got,â Harry emerges from the bedroom with some bubble wrap he probably had left from moving, but when he sees you and Rory staring each other down, he stops. But before he could speak up, you decide to push that knife into Roryâs chest as your final move.Â
Stepping over to Harry you push yourself up against him, he drops the bubble wrap and his hands grab you by the waist instantly, though you see confusion in his eyes before you take his face in your hands and pull him closer, lips pressing against his hungrily.Â
Itâs not a sweet, shy first kiss. This is the perfect show off, messy, passionate, full of tongue and eagerness as you practically devour each other. For a bit you forget about the show youâre putting up and itâs your real desire youâve been fighting for weeks now. Every time you try to pull back Harry just keeps demanding more and you happily give him what he wants. He bites into your bottom lip when one of his hands moves down to your ass, giving it a not-at-all shy squeeze, making you moan into the kiss.Â
It feels like it takes forever for you to stop, when you open your eyes youâre met with Harryâs hungry eyes, his lips are slightly swollen and shiny from your kisses.Â
And then you remember youâre not alone.Â
âOh, fuck you. Fuck you both!â Rory pops the bubble around you and when you turn to look at her, she is already grabbing the painting, not even bothering to wrap it.Â
âIt was nice to meet you!â you call after her.
âFuck you!â she repeats, marching towards the door and youâre just smirking like an idiot, pleased with yourself for pissing her off so badly.Â
Harry follows her to shut the door behind her and you let yourself bathe in the sweet victory you just earned.Â
âThis went amazing, right? She was so mad, oh my God!â you laugh, but your smile quickly disappears when you realize the serious look on Harryâs face as he is walking back towards you.Â
Shit, maybe the kiss was too much. He didnât want it and now he is pissed at you.
âAre you mad about the kiss? I-Iâm sorry if it was tooââ
The words die down on your lips when they crash against his again, his hand cupping the back of your head while the other returns straight to your ass, groping you so hard your whole body smashes against his.Â
Your mouth opens in surprise and it gives him the chance to push his tongue against yours, he is demanding, rough and so much more raw than what you imagined him to be like.Â
âWhat did you tell her?â he asks against your mouth, moving you around until the small of your back hits the kitchen counter. âWhat did you tell her that made her so pissed?â he demands, his hand already eagerly moving underneath your dress. He presses two fingers against your clothed clit, making your eyes roll into the back of your head.Â
âI said, ahâI said I wake up every day with⌠your head between my legs, and⌠Oh fuck!â Youâre losing your ability to speak your thoughts as his fingers start circling, the fabric of your underwear is so drenched, if you could think straight you might be embarrassed just how aroused he made you so fast.Â
âAnd?â he urges you to continue, but at the same time he pushes your underwear to the side and pushes two fingers into you without warning, making you gasp so loud that people on the street must have heard it through the open balcony door.Â
âA-and that you fuck me on the⌠the kitchen counter all the time.â
He curls his fingers inside you as he keeps talking.
âThen thatâs what Iâll do to you now. Are you okay with that?â he asks and you nod eagerly as you hold onto his broad shoulders.Â
The next moment he pulls his hand back and you whine, feeling empty all of a sudden, but then he lifts you up and makes you sit on the counter, he lowers himself and places your legs over his shoulders with careful, but confident moves. You grab onto his hair as he pushes his head between your thighs and his mouth meets your clit.Â
âOh, fuck! Harry!â you gasp out, tugging on his hair as he swirls his tongue against your swollen clit, his fingers teasing your hole again. Then they push into you and he sucks on your clit, making you see stars.Â
You imagined him to be skilled, but whatever it is he is doing to you, it feels out of this world and now you know you werenât wrong when you praised him that much to Rory before.Â
Youâre totally out of breath when he comes up, he kisses you and you can taste yourself on his tongue, your hands impatiently tug on his shirt to get rid of it. Soon the fabric lands on the tiled floor and you map out every inch of his hard chest with your palm and while you keep kissing like thereâs no tomorrow, you faintly hear the zipper of his pants come undone.Â
You look him in the eyes when you reach down and take his hard length into your hands and you canât hold back a gasp when you realize just how big he is.Â
âI know you can take it, baby,â he coos, kissing the corner of your mouth and youâre ready to take him right then and there, but he moves back, making you reach for him in panic. âCondom,â he says and you lean back onto your elbows with a sigh as you watch him disappear in his bedroom. You have just a few seconds you process that here you are, on top of Harryâs kitchen counter, with your dress bunched up around your waist, your drenched pussy on show, waiting to be fucked properly. You definitely did not expect this outcome when you woke up this morning, but youâre not complaining.Â
Then Harry appears and he is walking over to you, completely naked, his dick in his hands as he rolls the condom on while moving and you bite into your bottom lip, hoping to remember this view until the end of time.Â
When he reaches you again he simply curls his arms around your thighs and tugs on you so you get closer to the edge. His erection wedges between your wet folds and the tip pokes against your clit, making you clench around nothing.Â
âI have to admit, Iâve been fantasizing about fucking you on this counter since the day I moved in and saw you for the first time.â
âJust on the counter?â you ask teasingly.Â
âEvery surface of this fucking apartment,â he admits with no remorse.
âMake a list then and Iâm more than happy to do them all. But letâs tick the counter off first.â
âDonât have to ask me twice.â
He reaches down and circles his thumb against your clit a bit before grabbing his dick by the base and dragging it up and down your cunt a few times before pushing the head in first, letting you adjust to his thickness first. When you claw at his chest he takes it as a sign to go deeper and he keeps pushing until you take his whole length, feeling fuller than ever before.Â
âI want to go hard,â he breathes out, staying still for now.
âGo hard then. I can take it,â you assure him, though you do have doubts feeling just how stretched out you are now.Â
âOf course you can. Youâre my good girl,â he praises you and before you could get a word out, he pulls back and slams into you hard.Â
There are moments when you actually think youâre about to burst, Harry did not joke when he said he wants to go hard, his thrusts are fast and rough and he makes sure he buries his whole length into you every time he pushes into you. At one point he pulls your legs over his shoulders and it allows him to reach a point in you no one has before and it pushes you towards the edge rapidly. The counter is painfully hard underneath you, but you somehow forget about the pain and only focus on how hard Harry is railing into you. His stamina is incredible, your body already feels like goo and youâre not even doing the actual work.Â
âHarry, Iâm so close,â you moan and his fingers dig deeper into your thighs at your words.Â
âCome around my cock, baby. I wanna feel you squeeze me.â
You cry out his name again, a tear rolling down your cheek, because youâre so desperate to let go. Harry moves a hand to where you meet and his thumb returns to your clit and thatâs what throws you over the edge.Â
Your back arches and you squeeze around him uncontrollably, gasping for air as he ruthlessly keeps fucking into you.Â
âThatâs it, baby. You look so fucking beautiful, coming on my cock.â
You canât stop moaning as you ride out your orgasm. The last waves are washing over your body when his movements fall out of rhythm, he slams into you hard and he sucks on his breath before moaning out your name over and over again, pushing into you a few more times as he comes. He falls forward, his face burying into your heaving chest as he tries to catch his breath along with you. Thereâs a long minute of silent bliss, his cock is still inside you, his lips peppering soft kisses onto the skin thatâs exposed on your chest while youâre mindlessly playing with his hair.Â
When he straightens up he pulls out of you, the empty feeling hitting you again. He carefully helps you off the counter, but keeps his arms around you, because when your feet hit the floor you wobble.Â
Nuzzling your nose against his chest you take the cross pendant on his necklace between your teeth and pull back, looking him in the eyes.Â
âDonât do that, or weâre moving to the next place on the list.â
Giggling you let go of it and push yourself up to steal a kiss.Â
âGive me some time to recover, but Iâm all in to check out another place.â
âJesus, I knew youâd be the death of me the moment I saw you,â he breathes out, before his mouth claims yours hungrily.Â
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very mild 18+ simon riley x reader
lmaoo i can't breathe Simon Riley is just a man.
atleast to you.
when he's home, all he is to you is dry humor, a couple beers every night, sat in front of the tv on his spot on the couch, the game is playing - some soccor or rugby match. he doesn't wear his mask, his clothes are a simple t-shirt and some pair of shorts he just threw on.
he uses your shampoo and conditioner, as much as it pisses you off because it's expensive and for some reason he uses half the fucking bottle everytime he's home, but when he does the groceries he still comes home with '2 in 1 shampoo and conditioner' he wouldâve got the '3 in 1' but the last time he did that he got no head for 3 weeks.
he'll go to the pub, take you out, pushes the trolley, holds your bag, let's you dress how you want it, belly gets a little soft because he eats food like he's never ate before, buy you anything you want even after the 'do you really need it though?' talk.
he's bit lazy on workouts only goes on the occasional run, but will fuck you whenever you want; always vanilla and only gets rough when you ask.
he will say he'll fix whatever appliance needs tending too but won't do it right away, starts the occasional handyman job at odd times.
it's just - he's so mundane and normal that you'd never know just how dangerous he is ???? like he so carefully hides that side from you. seriously. when he's home, he throws his gear in the bottom of his closet in a box, locking Ghost away and just existing as Simon.
even when the rest of the task force come around on the occasion. they're so normal and are just... men. yelling at the tv during a sport match. teasing each other. stealing snacks and helping with cleaning. they never speak about work and when you ask them, it's always a smile and shrug, "just another day really." "little boring and slow." "oh not too bad." their answers are so half-assed, that you don't even ask anymore; which is what they want.
but you really aren't missing anything. not when you don't even know what you're missing out on.
it's crazy, because he even keeps Ghost hidden when you're being harassed by men. whether that be when you're shopping or just going for a walk.
he'll loop an arm around your waist or over your shoulder, look at the guy with a grin - that's more of a sneer, "can i help you, mate?" he'll drawl. his stature and stare is enough to make the man who had been harassing you back off.
"what a freak..." you mutter with a roll of your eyes, letting Simon guide you away as he presses a kiss to your temple, a deep chuckle leaving him.
around midnight you wake up to Simon in the laundry room washing his hands. he doesn't blink or hesitate when you wonder in and wrap your arms around his waist. "what're you doing?" you mumble, sleepy eyss dropping to the sink.
Simon's hands are red, and you would be alarmed, should be alarmed. but how could you when Simon hums softly, a sound that rumbles deep from his throat, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. he's so warm and casual that you don't even do a touble take seeing the blood.
"caught a rat. right pest they are. the trap i set snapped it clean in half." Simon's mutters, he raises a bloodied hand to you, sniggering when you crinkle your nose up in disgust and step away from him.
"ew, i'm going back to bed." you huff, yawning and leaving him to what he was doing.
Simon laughs softly as you head off. "just be a sec, love." he says as you go. all he receives is a yawn and a tired 'mhm'.
he cleans his hands and then his phone chimes. he pulls it out and it's a private message.
'getting rid of your pest now, LT.'
image attached
Simon opens the picture and sure enough there's the man from earlier in the boot of a car. all bloodied like Ghost left him.
Simon heads back upstairs to your shared room, you quietly snoozing away. you don't steer or wake as the closet door opens and Simon's putting his mask back in with his gear. No. Ghost is too quiet to let you wake from such a warm and sweet sleep.
he turns from the closet after putting everything away and changing clothes. he crawls into his side of the bed and wraps his arms around you. letting your body nestle back into his side. limbs tangling together.
just you and your simon.
a/n: inspired by a tik tok video on how he is just a man lmaooo
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Handyman T-Shirt
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Handyman Hourly Rate Gift T-Shirt
Get yours styles: https://www.teepublic.com/t-shirt/47884570-handyman-hourly-rate-gift
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rafe being the handyman for your apartment complex -> based on this post
warnings: icky + sleazy behavior, no real smut, 18+ mdni a/n: bit longer than I meant & i low key hate this but oh well
The keys on his belt loop jingled as he made his way to apartment 4B, chewing on tobacco and muttering something along the lines that today was supposed to be his day off. His fist made contact with the door, briefly knocking but there was no answer.Â
His patience starts to wear thin, his boot thumping against the floor as he knocks harder. Just as he turns around, ready to walk away, he hears the sweet sound of your voice, âHello?â.Â
Rafe turns around, his eyes raking your body, you looked just about the sweetest thing heâs laid his eyes on. Your nipples poked through the oversized shirt you had on and your hair was in a messy bun. âSorry I didnât answer sooner, I just woke upâ you sighed, trying to rub the sleep away from your eyes.
He smirked at your sweet and innocent demeanor, âSânot a problem, doll face. I was sent to fix an issue youâre having with the sink.â.
You didnât say a word, your face burning from the nickname, âYou gonna let me in?â.
âOh, right, sorryâ you ushered an apology, stepping aside to let him into the apartment. You close the door behind him, âKitchen or bathroom?â he questions. You turn to face him and it wasnât until now that he realized how small you were compared to him. His cock stiffened in his jeans at the sight of your big, doe eyes looked up at him, âHuh?â.
âThe sinkâ his voice was gruff and you felt a shiver run up your spine as he stared down at you, âOh, um, the bathroomâ. He looked at you expectantly and you realized you had to show him where your bathroom was, muttering another apology under your breath.Â
As you led him to the bathroom, his eyes were glued to the hem of your oversized shirt that stopped just a little below the cheeks of your ass. He could tell you were wearing nothing but a pair of panties under the oversized shirt.Â
He steps into the bathroom, groaning to himself lightly at the intoxicating yet sweet smell of your body wash floods his nostrils. His toolbox clanks against the cool tile floor as he sets it down, âWhatâs the issue youâre havinâ?â he murmured.Â
You frown, âIt keeps leaking, I had to remove everything from the cabinet. I canât even use the sink without water getting everywhereâ. Rafeâs eyes were glued to your soft lips, watching them move as you rambled and all he could think about is stuffing your mouth full with his cock, âYouâre ramblinâ, doll faceâ.
You squeak out an apology, your face burning from embarrassment, âThink you could show me the problem?â he gestured to the sink and you nodded, moving past him to open the cabinet under the sink.Â
Rafe knew what the problem was based on what you described and from the maintenance ticket he received but that wasnât stopping him from wanting to see you on your knees, bent over. You can feel his gaze on you but donât think much of it as you bend over.Â
âWhere is the leaking cominâ from?â he grumbled as he stood behind you. âHereâ you pointed, turning your head to look back at him to see he was squinting, pointing his flashlight towards the pipe, âWhere?â.Â
When you leaned forward more to show him where the leaking came from, your shirt rode up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of your baby pink panties, âDo you see it?â, your saccharine-like voice rang through his ears, still facing away from him.
He licked his lips, eyes locked on the delicate panties around your hips, âMhm, I see what I was lookinâ for, doll faceâ.
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the handyman
pairing: neighbor! joel miller x f! reader
cws/tags: pure smut, DADDY KINK, oral m & f receiving, p in v (unprotected), an abundance of pet names, reader is under 21 but over 18 (for the plot), reader is kinda stupid, big dick joel, not beta read
summary: pwp honestly. basically a porn plot? idk joel comes over to reader's grandma's house to fix the smoke detector (which she broke) and he teaches her how to be a good girl.
a/n: don't ask why reader lives with her grandma, originally this was going to be longer and it was going to be more relevant
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You open the front door to and see an unfamiliar man standing at your doorstep â 40 something, jeans and a t-shirt, progressively more handsome the longer you look at him. You size him up, trying to decide what his intentions are.
âWhatever it is youâre selling â I donât wanna buy it," you say.
He opens his mouth, but you continue before he can say anything. âI donât even live here anyway, and before you ask sheâs not home, so you canât talk to her.â
âI ainât here to sell you shit.â
âWell, I donât wanna sign anything either.â
âGood. âCause I donât want you to.â
âThen why are you here? I donât have a lot of time before One Tree Hill comes back on, so make it quick.â
âIâm Joel. I live down the street. Iâm here to fix your smoke detector.â
âOh, in that case, come on in,â you say, changing your demeanor entirely as you realize that you really need to get in this manâs good graces.
âSo, youâre âhandymanâ grandmaâs been talking about?â you ask, as you lead him to the kitchen.
âSheâs been talking about me?â
âYeah. She talks about you like youâre her boyfriend.â
âOh yeah? Whatâd she say?â
âI dunno. I wasnât really listening. I thought it might just be some dementia-induced delusion.â
âWell, sheâs told me quite a bit about you.â
âGood things?â
âBetter than the things she says about all of your other family members.â
âYou know what they say, âif you donât want people to talk badly about you, then you shouldnât ruin Christmas.ââ
âUh-huh,â he says, only half-listening as he approaches the scene of the crime - a broken smoke detector, now just wires and plastic, lays on the kitchen counter. He studies it for a minute, furrowing his brows. âJesus Christ. What happened?â
âIt just fell off the wall.â You shrug, acting nonchalant and hoping he doesn't notice your shifty eyes from across the kitchen.
âNo way,â he says â not with curious incredulity, but knowing disapproval.
He turns to you and crosses his arms over his chest, and engages you in a short staring contest.
âWhat?â you ask, feigning innocence.
Joel swipes the dish rag from the countertop and reveals the evidence youâd hidden under it like he's performing a magic trick.
He holds up the hammer, displaying it to you. He looks mostly disappointed in you - in an oddly paternal way, but also slightly amused, likely by how poorly youâd conducted this whole covert operation of yours. âWhyâd you break it?â
âI didnât break it.â
âKid, Iâm not an idiot. Just fess up, so we can fix it and move on.â
âAre you gonna tell on me?â
âYou afraid of your meemawâs wrath?â he teases.
âI donât want her to be disappointed in me.â
âShould she be?â
âI didnât mean to break it. I just wanted it to stop beeping.â
âItâs supposed to beep.â
You give him a pathetic pout that you hope works. It doesnât. It only makes his gaze harden.
âIâm sorry. It was just one cigarette, and I really, really didnât want to get in trouble⌠so when it went off, I panicked and hit it with the hammer.â
He shakes his head and sighs. âYouâre a piece of work, kid. Making me come out here on my lunch break-â
â-Iâm sorry," you interrupt, "I wonât do it again, so just please, please donât tell on me.â
âWhy shouldnât I?â
âI could offer you something⌠something to show my infinite remorse for my actions and my infinite gratitude to you for fixing the mess I made.â
He raises his eyebrows. âOkay. Whatâs your offer?â
His smirk makes you think youâre on the same page so you get down on your knees in front of him, but when you look up into his eyes, what stares back at you is complete bewilderment.
âGet up,â he says, offering you his hand.
âI thoughtâŚâ
âI donât think you were thinking,â he says condescendingly.
âYouâve gotta learn to listen to the thoughts up here,â he says, tapping you on your temple. âNot the ones down here.â His finger brushes against your clit.
The way he speaks to you only makes it worse, the throbbing, aching feeling between your legs. You canât find a single thing to say that isnât âpleaseâ followed by some utterly depraved suggestion.
Joel turns back to his work, somehow unfazed by the interaction.
âNormally, Iâd think this sounds a bit too chauvinistic to ask, but since you owe me, can you get me a beer from the garage?â
Oh fuck. Three strikes, youâre out.
âWe donât have any beer.â
âYou sure about that? I just put a six pack in there last week.â
âMaybe my grandma drank them alreadyâŚâ
âYour grandmother said that Budweiser tastes like cat piss.â
âIt does.â
âYeah? And how would you know that? I thought you werenât 21 yet. Whoâs buying you alcohol?â
âI didnât know they were yours.â
âUh-huh, but I bet your grandma wouldâve told you they were if youâd asked her. But she doesnât know about your âhabitsâ, does she?â
âNo,â you admit weakly.
âCome here.â
You step towards him, and wait for him to give you an earful or to threaten to reveal your secrets.
âIâm reconsidering your little offer.â
Your face lights up at the opportunity to make things right, to expunge this from your record.
âSo if I did that, weâd be cool, right?â
âDepends on how good you are, darlinâ.â
For a second time that afternoon, you sink to your knees, but this time, Joel gives you the go-ahead. You try to balance the coyness youâve seen women in the movies demonstrate with the eagerness you feel inside as you undo his belt.
With his jeans halfway down his legs, you place your palm over the bulge in his boxers and feel him twitch at your touch. When his cock is finally released from its confines, you try not to be too intimidated. Your confidence is falling but your arousal only rises.
You begin by wrapping your hand around him and stroking his length, setting a steady pace. Then, you tease the tip with kitten licks and hear his breath hitch when you flick your tongue across his slit.
Thereâs no way you can take him all the way down your throat â youâd probably bruise your esophagus. Still, you try, sputtering and letting saliva drip down your chin. You canât help but feel a bit proud of yourself when he has to put his hand on the counter to steady himself.
âHold on, sweetheart,â he says through heavy breaths.
You pull away, upset at what you perceive to be a failure. âYou didnât cumâŚâ
âI almost did, baby girl, but I donât want to yet.â
You feel a bit pathetic imagining how you must look from his perspective, with your teary eyes, begging him to let you go on.
âYou wanna give me a good apology, right?â He nods slowly, looking into your eyes, prompting you to do the same.
âThen, I want you to come sit on the couch with me.â
He takes your hand and walks you to the living room, patronizing since the two rooms are connected. When Joel sits down on the couch, he pulls you into his lap.
âI was thinkinâ about what I said before â how youâre not using your head. You could be such a smart girl â a good girl - if only you could think with your brain. You just need a little bit of help.â
You can feel his hard cock poking through his boxers and rubbing against your pussy. Itâs hard to resist the urge to roll your hips, just to get a bit of friction, a bit of relief.
His hand finds its way between your legs and he asks, âWhatâs gonna happen if I put my hand in your panties right now, baby? Are you gonna be wet?â
While you try to form a response that doesnât make you sound too desperate, his fingers toy with your waistband. âRemember, baby, good girls are honest,â he whispers into the shell of your ear.
âYeah, I am⌠wet.â
âFor me?â His hand meets your bare skin and finds that you are, indeed, dripping wet. âDid I do this to you?â
âUh-huh.â You arch into his touch, shamelessly using his fingers for your own pleasure.
âIf you want more, you have to be a good girl.â
With the promise of a reward, you follow his implied instructions and still your hips.
âIâll be good. I promise.â
He takes your word for it and begins rubbing circles on your clit. You could cum from that alone but he slips a finger inside you, curling it upward to meet that special spot.
Joel expects a response from you, but not the one he gets.
A single word: âDaddyâŚâ
âOh, baby. I get it now. Been needinâ daddy to take care of you.â
Heâs right. You do need this. He can take care of you, you can be good for him. When he fucks you with his fingers, you swear you could fall in love with him.
But when he takes them away, you cry.
âShh⌠Itâs okay,â he says, wiping the tears from your cheeks. âI wanna do something else. Itâs gonna make you feel even better.â
Before you have a chance to think, your panties are on the floor and his head is between your thighs. You can feel his breath on your clit when he speaks. âI want you to be a good girl and cum on my face â can you do that?â
âYes, daddy.â The word leaves your mouth more naturally than it probably should, it's almost instinctual.
Joel wastes no more time talking, knowing his tongue can convey much more when it runs along your folds, and his lips can elicit a better response when they suck lightly on your clit.
The only thing you have for him is moans accompanied by breathless chanting of âdaddy, daddy, daddy.â
He hums into your core, an affirmative, a reminder that you are a good girl. You can do this.
You can cum for him. You will cum for him â there is nothing that can stop the euphoria that rushes through you. Itâs the kind that makes your legs shake and your eyes roll back into your head.
Joel was right â the orgasm clears your mind. But the realization that the situation youâve ended up in â naked on your grandmotherâs couch with her middle-aged neighbor who is supposed to be fixing your mistake, not helping you make another - is a precarious one. Being a smart girl seems to be a double edged sword.
Euphemistically, speaking.
In truth, itâs Joelâs cock thatâs fully-sheathed inside you. Pain and pleasure mix as he thrusts in and out of you. You swear he might split you open, but even if he quite literally tore you to pieces, you'd die happily.
âYouâre takinâ it so well,â he tells you, âknew youâd be a good girl.â
And maybe itâs the praise, or maybe itâs his thumb on your clit, but youâre rapidly approaching a second orgasm. All you can do is hold onto Joel, dragging your nails down his back. He bites your neck in response, and hopefully he doesnât intend for it be a deterrent, because it only serves to heighten your pleasure.
He slows his pace, but his hips slam into yours harder, filling the air with the sound of skin slapping against skin in a steady rhythm.
âWhose pussy is this?â
You canât breathe when the weight of his cock knocks the wind out of you, so he stops, allowing you to answer.
âYours, daddy!â
His lips on yours are your cue to cum â or so you hope because it happens regardless of your will.
He has the sense to pull out and let his release spill onto your stomach.
You sigh, relaxing into the couch. âI need a cigarette,â you say.
âDid you not learn anything from today?â
âMm-mm,â you say grinning dumbly.
Caught up in a daze â absolutely enraptured by his need to have you â he made the mistake of fucking you stupid.
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Plumber King of Shit: A Hilarious Look at the World of Plumbing
Plumbing may not be the most glamorous job in the world, but someone's gotta do it. And if you're the plumber king of shit, you know all about the ups and downs of this messy profession.
First off, let's get one thing straight: plumbers are the unsung heroes of the modern world. Without them, we'd be up to our eyeballs in filth and wastewater. So, if you're a plumber, take a bow. You deserve it.
But let's be honest, plumbing is not for the faint of heart. You're dealing with all sorts of crap (literally), and it takes a special kind of person to handle that kind of pressure. But if you're up for the challenge, there's nothing quite like the satisfaction of fixing a leaky faucet or unclogging a toilet.
Of course, not every job is a piece of cake. Sometimes you're dealing with pipes that are older than your grandma, or trying to fix a problem that's been ignored for way too long. And let's not even get started on the customers who think they know more about plumbing than you do.
But even in the face of these challenges, plumbers soldier on. They know that the world depends on them to keep things flowing smoothly (pun intended). And if that means wading through a river of sewage, so be it.
So, if you're thinking about becoming a plumber, remember this: it's not just a job, it's a calling. You have to be tough, you have to be patient.
So why wait? Grab your "King Of Shit" t-shirt today and start turning heads with your unique and stylish fashion sense!
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Getting The Job
(Original story posted November 7th 2021. Original story title âBetter Life, Cop Lifeâ) This story has been mildly Updated!
Recently Ericâs life had been going down the drain. First he split up with his boyfriend Jake after discovering he was cheating. Then he lost his job due to staff cuts. And to top it off he then lost his old apartment since it was all in Jakeâs name. Now his ex was living in their old place with the guy he cheated with while Eric was struggling to find a new job while living in the cheapest apartment he could find. As he applied for shitty job after job he couldnât help but wonder what heâd done to deserve all this? Was it all some kind of cruel universal joke?
As he was job hunting, one of the positions that popped up was a job at a small clothing shop called âThreads for Lifeâ. The description of the job itself was extremely vague but he assumed it would just be retail. Working a till and serving customers etc. So he applied.
Surprisingly they were the first to get back to him about his application and in such a short time frame as well. They emailed asking for him to come in for an interview. Of course Eric accepted. Why wouldnât he? The only weird thing was how close this shop seemed to be. It was just down the road from his old apartment and still rather close to his current one but he could swear heâd never seen or heard of the shop before. He just chalked it up to him being unobservant and forgetful.
On the day of the interview Eric found the shop just where it was said to be. Even after seeing it though, nothing clicked. He couldâve sworn it wasnât here before. He shook the odd feeling off however as he stepped up to the front door perfectly on time and looking his best.
Upon entering he was greeted by a middle aged man who introduced himself as the owner of the establishment, Tony. The two exchange greetings before Tony ushered Eric to follow him. Eric expected to be taken immediately to an office but instead Tony simply walked through the many isles of clothing with him while chatting casually about the shop and its history.
Before Eric had assumed this to be a simple clothes shop. One that sold shirts, pants and all the rest like most other shops. And it did. But something Eric was quick to notice was how most of the clothes seemed to be matched together in outfits. Rather than being separated into different sections, almost all the clothes in the shop had already been prematched. There were plenty of casual combos like t-shirts and jeans or shorts and tank tops however as they moved from aisle to aisle there were a very noticeable amount of clothes that seemed more like costumes.
Some were more understandable like suits. But a lot of the others?⌠Eric took note of medical scrubs, fireman uniforms, motorcycle gear, handyman clothes, police uniforms, cowboy costumes, construction clothes and so much more. Eric also couldnât help noting that none of the clothes seemed to be marketed towards women. He supposed the shop specialised in menâs attire specifically. Still he couldnât help but find the layout of the store to be⌠strange.
âSoooo⌠Eric was it? Before I can give you a job. I want to ask you a couple questions.â The owner said as he sat down on a cushioned stool near the back of the shop, prompting Eric to do the same.
Eric of course agreed to this as questions were standard procedure for almost any interview so he was ready for it..
���Okay first question then. Growing up, did you ever have any dreams of who youâd eventually become? What job youâd want to strive for? What kind of man youâd want to become?â Tony asked.
It was a strange question for sure but Eric still pondered it for a moment before answering. âWell I donât think I was ever dead set on anything but I remember wanting to be something along the lines of a fireman⌠or a police officer maybe?â
Tony nodded, seeming pleased with that answer. âOkay then second question. Are you content with the current direction your life has taken or would you still like to fulfill that childhood dream if you could?â
Eric chuckled at the bizarre question. âWell⌠my life hasnât exactly been going in a good direction recently. If I could change some things I would. But if youâre asking me whether Iâd wanna become a cop then⌠I just donât think I have what it takes.â He gestured down at his body. âIâm thin and lanky. Donât really go to the gym that much and Iâm not all that good with confrontation. To be honest I just donât think I have the right mindset to be a cop you know?â Eric huffed before looking back up at the owner. âAnd no offense but what does that have to do with me working here?â
Tony didnât answer at first. He just smiled before standing back up again. The owners eyes glanced around the store, mainly at all the costumes and then turned back to Eric.
âAlright. I think I can give you a job.â
Eric was surprised when he heard that. All heâd done was answer two silly questions. He tried to query as to how those questions even mattered but Tony simply asked Eric to follow him. Confused as ever, Eric did just that.
The pair made their way back down the isles of outfits. They passed by the suits, doctors scrubs and all the other costumes yet again. Only the weird thing was now that Eric was getting a closer look at them, he started to notice how real the costumes looked. They werenât just silly fake costumes youâd wear to a party. They were the real deal! Actually looking as though they belonged to real firemen and real doctors. Even the tradie outfits looked dirty as if theyâd been used for actual tradie work.
Tony stopped in front of the police uniforms. Eric was quick to notice just how real those looked as well. Not just uniform but genuine looking police badges as well. Not to mention the radio, utility belt and even a body cam that all looked completely real. As if theyâd been taken directly from actual cops and put on display.
âPick one.â Was all Tony said.
âWhat? Seriously?â Eric was baffled. This had to be some kind of joke right?
âOh come on. Humour me a little. Pick one out.â Tony urged, patting Eric on the back. âThough if I were you Iâd certainly pick that one.â The shop owner pointed out a specific uniform amongst the selection. Eric didnât really see why itâd matter which one he chose as they mostly looked the same anyway.
Eric sighed. âFine, Iâll pick that one then. Now what? Want me to go try it on.â He joked only to be met by an affirming nod from Tony.
âChanging rooms are just over there.â
Eric raised an eyebrow at the man but decided what the hell. He took the uniform off the rack along with the equipment. Tony then picked up the large black boots and placed them on top of the uniform in Ericâs hands. Eric shook his head as he turned and walked off towards the changing rooms.
He shut the blue curtain behind as he stepped into one of the stalls. It was a fair bit bigger than heâd expected it to be. Eric sat the uniform down on the bench before striping himself down to his boxer briefs. After setting his own clothes to one side, he began to get dressed in the police uniform.
First thing he did was pull on the pants which he found to be rather baggy. He sat down to prevent them from falling as he grabbed the shirt, pulling it on and buttoning it up. He made sure to tuck it into his pants before grabbing the utility belt and strapping firmly around his waist. He still couldnât believe it had a real taser attached to it and everything. Lastly Eric slid his feet into the heavy black boots which were clearly a couple sizes too large.
With that Eric stood up to take a look in the mirror. He looked ridiculous. The uniform was far too big and baggy on him. He looked like he was playing dress up more than anything. He slid his hands into his pockets as looked at himself a little more, amused by the uniform. Though as his hands dug around in the pockets, he realised something was in one of them. It was small and metallic. Eric pulled it out to reveal a name tag with âJ. Desmondâ engraved on it. Jokingly Eric decided to pin it to his shirt for a laugh.
Eric shook his head again at how silly this all was. Why had Tony made him put this one anyway? With a shrug he was just about to start taking the uniform off, not wanting to look stupid when he stepped out of the changing room. But before he could even start unbuttoning the shirt, he began to feelâŚweird. Like a warm wave of pure pleasure began flowing over him. A wave so incredible that he almost didnât notice his body starting to change.
His upper body was first to see a transformation. His back widening significantly as his flat chest began to bubble and swell into two thick hefty pecs. Pecs that grew larger until they started to strain his shirt slightly. The same shirt thatâd been hanging loosely off his frame moments ago now starting to fill out at an alarming rate. Especially as his shoulders bulged to the size of cannon balls while his traps grew to match. His waist grew larger but tighter at the same time as fat melted away in place of pure raw muscle. Showing itself even more so in the form of abs. They werenât chiseled washboard abs, they were thicker and softer than that but still impressive all the same.
But his arms. They were what really caught Ericâs attention. Partly thanks to the cop shirt he was wearing being a short sleeve which gave him a full view of their transformation. He got to watch as veins pulsed across his skinny twig-like arms as though they were being pumped full of unseen energy. And then with pain or warning they started to swell. His previously non existent biceps began hulking into reality as the muscle beneath his skin inflated. It shouldâve been impossible. Seemingly gaining mass from nothing. But his eyes witnessed it all. His forearms expanded rapidly while his hands cracked and thickened. His biceps continued to balloon with power and size until they stretched his sleeves. Only then did they finally stop. His veins subsided as his arms reached their new colossal size.
His upper body mightâve been massive now but his lower body was getting ready to catch up. Ericâs waist and hips had already widened enough for the waist of the cop pants to fit securely. Now it was his legs turn to catch up.
In seconds they put on an unbelievable amount of sheer muscle mass. It was as though someone had plugged an air pump into his legs and started filling them up. But it wasnât air. It was pure real muscle. Eric couldnât help but groan a little as his pants began to feel tighter. He leaned against the wall of the cubicle for support as his thighs and calves continued to bloat thicker and more powerful by the second. The once baggy cop pants now fit him like a glove. But it wasnât just his legs. His backside started to swell as well. His once average butt growing into a juicy muscular bubble ass that strained against the back of his pants perfectly. Not to mention his feet cracking and lengthening similar to hands. Growing multiple sizes until they fit perfectly inside the black cop boots he had on.
When the next change kicked in, Ericâs eyes widened as one of his hands instinctively flew towards his crotch. Grabbing his bulge tightly as even that began to swell and grow. His eyes began to roll back as his cock snaked down one his legs, growing girthier in the process. Meanwhile his balls followed suit as they bloated into fat heavy nuts full to the brim with cum.
His body was complete but his head still had to change. A stinging sensation came over his face as it started to morph. The shape of his head and all of his features altering dramatically until he was unrecognisable from the man he once was. His new look being much sharper and masculine in a way that wouldâve screamed high school jock had he been a little younger. All the while the light stubble heâd always carried grew into more of a short well kept beard while the messy mid length hair he adorned shortened into faded crew cut.
âFuuuuuckâŚâ Eric groaned as the transformation subsided at last. There was a clear difference in his voice. It mustâve been altered with the rest of his body. He found himself looking back into the mirror with amazement. No longer was he that scrawny pale figure of a man heâd seen reflected all his life. Now he was⌠buff. Really buff! And hot as fuck!. It was unreal. The uniform that was more or less falling off him moments ago now clung to him as though he were made for it. He couldnât stop himself from running his hands up and down his torso, feeling a set of strong abs hiding under his shirt before drifting back up to squeeze his power new pecs through the fabric. He never thought heâd actually have fucking pecs but here he was now! Groping and kneading them.
In all the excitement his cock began to firm up. Eric could feel the blood rushing to his crotch as his growing erection created a clear outline in his pants. He smirked as he brought both hands down towards his crotch. Gently he rubbed his hands across the length of his dick through his pants.
Eric looked back into the mirror before bringing both arms up into flex. His already hard cock twitched at the sight of his biceps bulging, threatening to rip his sleeves in the process. The strength he felt flowing through his arms⌠No, his whole body was intoxicating! With his left hand Eric proceeded to grasp and squeeze his right bicep. It seemed impossible, like he was living in a lucid dream!
Just then Eric thought of something heâd always wished he could do. Heâd never been buff enough to do it before. But now? He lowered his arms to his sides, stood up straight before flexing his chest. His pecs bounced. Ericâs eyes widened in amazement at the sight of his new muscle tits jumping underneath the shirt. He bounced them a few more times before cupping them again with a sense of pure wonder flowing through him. âThese feel fucking amazingâŚâ
Once heâd finished admiring his pecs, Eric remembered something else thatâd grown. He turned his back to the mirror and looked behind. His cock twitched extra hard this time as he caught sight of his muscular new cop butt straining against his uniform pants. He couldnât help himself. Before long his greedy hands were reaching back and grasping at his thick bubbly ass. âOooohh fuuck.â He growled, feeling just how hefty they were. âMy ass is fucking huge!âŚâ Eric murmured aloud, lost in the pleasure. So lost in fact that he didnât even notice Tony peering through the curtains. Watching with a horny gaze as Eric squeezed and groped his fat new ass. Even watching as Eric went as far as to place his hands just under his ass cheeks and start jiggling them, dumbly laughing as he did.
Eric felt his cock pulsing and bucking uncontrollably as he played with his cop butt. So much so that he couldnât hold back anymore. Soon enough he spun back around to face the mirror again before unzipping his pants. Tony continued to creep in on the show while Eric shoved a hand into his underwear, struggling to free his erection. With a little effort however Eric was able to let out a satisfied sigh as his girthy python sprung free. The thing mustâve been around 9 inches long and insanely thick. It was every manâs dream cock.
A slapping noise could be heard from the changing rooms as Eric began smacking his cock against his hand while he admired it. Every smack sent a pleasurable shiver through his body. He had to stroke it. He was just able to wrap his hand around its full girth before he started to pump. It had to have been at least three times more sensitive than his old cock as Eric couldnât stop cursing while he pumped it.
He began to jerk faster as he looked over his new body in the mirror again. His handsome bearded face and buff body. How thick his legs were. How buff his arms had become. How massive his chest had grown. Just looking at it all reflected back at him allowed him to jerk off furiously. He then looked down at his cock. He loved seeing it. Soooo thick and excited as some precum started to drip from the tip. With how sensitive it was and intensely he was pumping it, Eric could tell he was gonna to blow any moment.
He turned to his left, getting a perfect side view of his body. He couldnât help but fixate on how much his ass stood out. He couldnât stop himself from reaching his free hand back towards it again. Before long he was groping his ass and jerking his cock all at the same time. The new cop was having the time of his goddamn life!
âFuuuuuuuccck!â That was enough to send him over the edge. Tony, who was still watching, saw Eric's ass clench and his cock erupt with an enormous load. One so big that it shit cum all over the benches adjacent to the new cop as well as his old and now ill fitting clothes. His cock continued to buck and twitch for a good few moments afterwards. Shooting a few more times as it covered the floor in front of him with cum.
âSee. I knew youâd like that one.â Tony finally made himself known as he pulled back the curtain.
Eric whipped around, still panting a little. âFuck I⌠my deepest apologies sir⌠I couldnât stop myself.â He tried to reason.
âNo need to apologise Officer.â Tony smirked as he glanced down at Ericâ softening cock, still dripping cum. âMost find it hard to contain themselves after what you just went through. So no need to worry. Iâll even get it cleaned up for ya.â The store manager smiled innocently.
âOfficer?âŚâ Eric repeated what the other man had said to him as though it werenât the truth. It sounded weird and off putting to hear someone call him that. So why did it sound so right at the same time?
âWell you are a Cop now. Officer James Desmond to be precise, so you better get used to hearing it.â Tony nodded towards the name tag that was pinned to Ericâs shirt.
Hearing that name triggered something inside Eric. Memories of being Cop flooded his mind along with a bunch of other unfamiliar memories. He still remembered who he used to be but now he had a whole new life filling his head that made his old one feel like a fleeting dream. A new life as Officer James Desmond.
âThank you sir. You have no idea how grateful I am for all thisâŚâ James stated, his new manners kicking in right away. Immediately after he tucked his fat new cock back into his pants before pulling up the zip. âBut Iâve got to be back at the station in half an hour.â
âNo worries Officer! I completely understand. You head off and Iâll be sure to get all your ball batter cleaned. Might take me a while though.â Tony joked, earning a chuckle from James.
âHeh sorry sir. Got myself a pair of bull balls down here.â James gave his crotch a quick squeeze. âWell Iâm off. If you ever need anything donât hesitate to ask for me down at the staton.â He said, passing by Tony as he exited the changing cubicle.
âOh donât worry I will.â Tony replied, giving Jamesâ ass a smack as he passed. He continued to watch Jamesâ ass shake as he sauntered away up until the sexy new cop reached the front door.
James hopped into his car, not even noticing itâd been morphed into a cop car, before starting up the engine. As he drove towards the station he couldnât help but daydream about plunging his cock into some other hot copâs ass or having another cop fuck his new bubble butt. Surely some of his buddies down at the station would be down for some fun. According to his memories he seemed to recall catching his own partner checking out his ass a couple timesâŚ
Back at the shop. âAnother life bettered and another hot stud on the streets. A pretty good day Iâd sayâ Tony sighed to himself with a smile before turning back towards the changing room. Looking over at the huge mess of Cop nut he now had to clean. âWell⌠best get to work.â
#male tf#male transformation#male muscle growth#hunk tf#cop tf#tf by clothing#mental change#reality shifting#magic#cop transformation
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cottage boy!eren chops the wood and lights the fire for you and he to keep warm at night. he huddles you close to him while you sleep. the first time he wraps his arm around your waist and gently flushes against you, your face burns the entire night.
cottage boy!eren is so strong. he doesnât just chop the wood; he lifts the tree roots to bring âem closer. he lifts you at the waist, unprompted, and laughs when your fingers nearly tear into his cotton shirt to keep a hood of him.
cottage boy!eren plays chase with you in the woods. you love the rush of wind in your hair, through your clothesâand eren loves being it.
cottage boy!eren is such an affectionate drunk. he splits a bottle with you and his reservations dwindle to near nothing. his hands caress your ankles, as they rest over his lap. his cheeks tint real rosy, a man-eating grin slapped over his face. he thumbs at your arms, your shouldersâsweetly strumming your body, and barely even aware of it.
cottage boy!eren is such a handyman. fixes pipes, cleans with you, cooks with you. builds your kitchen from scratch and paints it all in your favorite colors.
cottage boy!eren is a bleeding heart. openly stares (gawks) at you, kisses your fingers, your wrists, your palms. he finds his hands are almost as expressive as his mouth is. but boy, the way he speaksâsoft and low, it swirls in your tummy.
cottageboy!eren with hearts swirling in his eyes, follows your swift little steps around the room as you look for the book youâd been reading. youâd sat it next to him just a second ago. he promises to hand it back if you tell him what itâs about.
cottage boy!eren doesnât even realize how alone the two of you really are until you mention it for the third time, on your third day away. and then he becomes insufferable, a menace unto himself and you. he enjoys basking in the sunlight of your attention, is warm with your laugh spreading across his ears.
cottageboy!eren picking flowers for you, brings em home to set the table with for dinner. you help him plant some lemon and lime trees, help him plant tomatoes and keep it all watered.
cottage boy âren loves the fields, the animals. you cross a few deer every now and then. the look on your face each time makes his heart stutter.
sharing a bath with your cottage boy, his big body pressed tight between your hips. <3
#iâll be back later w more thoughts#cottage boy!eren#eren <3#eren x reader#eren jeager x reader#eren yaeger x reader#aot x reader#attack on titan x reader
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as youâve grown older, youâve discovered that coming home to an empty apartment in the middle of the day is the adult equivalent of waking up on christmas morning. itâs an especially rare occurrence, especially for a saturday, but youâd just dropped megumi at the library, tsumiki at a friends, and gojo was still bothering principal yaga at the school.Â
sighing, you canât help the grin that breaks out on your face as you set your bag down. you have the apartment to yourself. itâs clean and quiet and you have almost two whole hours to do whatever you want.Â
the first thing you do is make yourself a cup of tea, humming to yourself as you carry the steaming mug into the living room. then you curl up into the corner of the sectional, enjoying the cool breeze of the open window and the warm summer sun.Â
then, after glancing around and ensuring that youâre truly alone, you reach under the couch and pull out your novel.Â
shoko had loaned it to you months ago, claiming that it would help âgrease the wheelsâ during satoruâs frequent absences.Â
you hadnât really understood what she meant until youâd gotten to the sixth chapterâ a chapter so steamy youâd felt yourself get a little hot under the collar while reading it.
which is why you keep it hidden and only bring it out when youâre alone.Â
itâs been weeks since youâd last picked it up, opening the novel up to the bookmarked page with excitement buzzing in your veins at the prospect of finally finishing it. you only had one chapter left!
âthe warm buzz of desire in her limbs intensifies as he kisses every exposed inch of her throat. she pulls him closer, feeling his hands searching for the seam of her dress for a zipper, a button, anything to undo so he can feel her skin on his. his lips find the spot behind her ear that makes her shudder, sucking lightly and eliciting a soft moan from her lipsââ
âwhat are you reading?â
you flinch, snapping the book shut as satoru leans over your shoulder. you hadnât even noticed heâd come home, a mixture of fear and embarrassment swimming in your gut as he plucks the book from your grasp.
he peers at the cover, obviously amused when he says,
âwere youâŚromanceturbating?âÂ
âi was not,â you argue, but your entire face is hot and your heart is beating so fast that you fear it may bust through your ribcage.
âyou totally were!â he laughs, holding it above his head so you canât grab it. âdoes it take place in a shire?â
ânoââ
âis there a lot of sexy bodice ripping and armour shucking?â
you cross your arms over your chest with a huff. âdo all of your fantasies take place in medieval england?â
âweâre not talking about me,â he waves off. âweâre talking about you, and what youâre doing reading this trash when you have the real deal right in front of you. i can be a much better sexyââ he points at the cover, ââuh, construction worker?â
âheâs a handyman, and i doubt that,â you scoff, snatching your book back.Â
so much for your quiet afternoon.
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that weekend, you awaken to very loud, very annoying banging coming from the kitchen. satoruâs no longer in bed, so you assume that heâs attempting to make breakfast and head out before he can burn the entire apartment complex down.
âyouâre lucky the kids are at sleepovers right now,â you say loudly as you step out of the bedroom and head towards the kitchen. âor youâd be getting screamed atââ
your breath catches when your boyfriend sits up, using the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow and allowing you a peek at his toned abdomen.
âmorning, baby.âÂ
âmorning,â you reply, clearing your throat as you step over his legs to grab some tea. suddenly, you canât recall what youâd intended to reprimand him for.
âactually, can you hold this up for me?â he asks suddenly, catching your wrist and pressing a flashlight into your palm. âi need a little light.â
you take it obediently, kneeling down to shine the light into the space under the sink. you try your hardest to keep your gaze focused on the pipes, and not the way his biceps flex with every movement. or the way the thin sheen of sweat makes his skin shine.
âi didnât even know you owned tools,â you mutter.
âi borrowed them from nanami,â he tells you.
âoh.âÂ
you have no idea what the hell heâs doing - you didnât even know the sink was broken - but you canât really find it in yourself to care at the moment. not with the way your squeeze your legs together with his every grunt of effort.
âthat should do it,â he hums, sitting up so heâs now face to face with you, playful blue eyes meeting yours as he smiles. âthanks forââ
he doesnât get a chance to finish his sentence, not when you grab the collar of his stupid tank top, pulling him in to press your lips over his.Â
not when he wraps an arm around your waist, flipping you both over so your back is on the floor, his body caged over yours as he deepens the kiss.Â
this is much better than shokoâs stupid novel.
âi thinkââ he pants between kisses, letting you work his shirt off.Â
âshut up,â you mumble, feeling him toy with the hem of your shorts.
âbut we need to call a plumber,â he says, lips brushing that spot behind your ear. âbecause i definitely broke the sinkâŚâ
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min yoongi fic rec list (â
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hi guys it's been a minute since i posted it's been hectic i recently got a promotion so that's been taking up my time but here's another list of my favourite yoongi fics honestly reading them was so much fun and made me feel happy so i hope you enjoy them as much as i did. remember to please show lots of love and support to these incredible authors and creators and their blogs, don't forget to give them a follow , leave a heart, reblog or leave a kind message i know they will appreciate hearing from you, these fics contain smut so no minors interact feel free to send and share any fics you are currently into and would like to share with me i would love hearing from you guys
a- angst s- smut f- fluff
series
love lockdown by @personasintro f s a (enemies to lovers zombie apocalypse)
belong by @ahundredtimesover f s a (exes au basketball yoongi summer love au)
in the margins by @bonvoyagenoona f s a (enemies to friends to lovers slow burn)
look down on me like that by @here2bbtstrash s a (enemies/coworkers to lovers slow burn)
andante cantabile by @kkulfm-2 f s (regency au unrequited love slow enemies to lovers pianist yoongi)
match made in hell by @ughcore f s a (arranged marriage doctor au rivals to lovers)
only yesterday by @borathae f s a (strangers to lovers)
dating advice by @taleasnewastime f s a (strangers to lovers)
the deal by @untaemedqueen f s a (strangers to lovers gang/cartel au)
matilda by @babystrcandy f s a (brother's best friend unrequited love)
down the hall by @jjungkookislife s a (brother's best friend)
ink nemesis by @scriptaed f a (fake dating au)
unexpected lovers by @jjkeverlast f s a (fake dating artist yoongi)
love is a dog from hell by yourlocalhoney (ao3) f s a (love triangle friends with benefits) ft.Jungkook
petals by @yoonia f (parents au)
pink bird houses by @54daysormore f a (single dad au)
everytime by @deathbyyoongx f s a (fuckboy exes au)
desolate by @angelicyoongie f s a (hybrid au)
one-shot
first-date bait by @jimlingss f (strangers to lovers)
âŹfirst-date bait drabble @/jimlingss s (strangers to lovers)
wallflowers by @bonvoyagenoona s (strangers to lovers)
shirt by @bonvoyagenoona s a (one night stand idol au)
sugar by @zehakoo f s (ceo au strangers to lovers neighbours)
radio sweethearts by @helenazbmrskai s (brother's best friend college au slow burn)
tongue like candy by @jjungkookislife s a (brother's best friend age gap)
auburn skies by @persphonesorchid f s a (brother's best friend)
black and white by @akinnie75 f a (slow burn)
always & forever by @sugakookitty f s (established relationship wedding au)
hard liquor by @chateautae s (boss x employee age gap)
sweetener by @taegularities f s (enemies to lovers fwb au fuckboy)
soft spot by @cultleaderyoongi f (first date)
âŹsweet spot by @/cultleaderyoongi f s (established relationship)
sticks & stones by @xpeachesncream f s a (friends to lovers ex friends with benefits pinning au)
fuck being friends by @strawberrynamjoon f a (friends to lovers college au)
the seventh muse by @wwilloww f s (friends to lovers)
tell me what you want by @/wwilloww f s (friends to lovers)
yoongiâs lullaby by @jiminrings f a (unrequited love friends to lovers soulmate au)
illicit favors by @yoongiofmine f s a (friends to lovers)
snow blanket by @yoonieper f s (friends to lovers)
a wager of lords & love @hisunshiine s (regency au arranged marriage)
an empty home by @7deadlysinsfics s a (arranged marriage) ft. Taehyung
the nanny diaries by @btsgotjams27 f (single mom roommate au)
the good part by @introlxv s (roommate au)
handyman by @borathae s a (rebound au roommate au)
peaches in bed by @/borathae s (domestic au husband au)
don't hold hands by @whatifyoulivelikethat s ( friends with benefits roommate au)
by the time i've figured out what it's worth by @ugh-yoongi f s a (marriage au)
swing life away by @aphrodijin f s a (marriage au)
the little things by @kth1 f s (boyfriend au)
fxck a fxckboy! by @yoongifis s (fuckboy)
cupid's curse by @ressjeon s a (first love au)
dawned in by @aquagustd f s (dilf yoongi)
bad things by @yoonia s a (escort au pining)
close call by @xjoonchildx (mafia au)
âŹlooking for other myg fics or the other bts members check out my library
#kiki!fic!rec#yoongi#yoongi fic rec#bts fic rec#bts yoongi#kiki's library#kiki's recs#yoongi fanfiction#yoongi:fluff#yoongi:smut#yoongi:angst#yoongi:oneshot#yoongi:series#bts smut#bts angst#bts fluff#yoongi smut#yoongi fluff#yoongi angst#yoongi x reader#yoongi fic recs#favourites!myg
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my guy
eddie munson x fem!reader
Eddie being your personal handyman and stupidly in love.
cw: 2k words. no warnings just two kids being absolutely smitten for each other. tooth rotting fluff. teeny allusion to smut. Eddie being a flustered mess bless him. 18+ mdni
AN: this is literally the most low stakes thing i've ever written i just started cheesing at the idea of eddie cheesing at being called your guy
The sputtering of the washing machine startles you.
Huffing, you put your book down on the couch, rising from the depth of the cushions in which you had settled yourself into after finishing your chores and go assess the issue.
"Shit," the floor is wet and you shudder at the feeling of the cold soapy water getting into the bottoms of your socks as you slowly make your way to the washing machine to unplug it.
You try your best to dry the floor, wincing at the feeling of wet socks on the linoleum floor, cursing under your breath at the cold feel of the fabric against your skin.
Despite the floor being dry, your washing machine was broken, and you couldn't afford to buy a new one. Fortunately, your neighbor, Eddie had been your own personal handyman ever since you mentioned in passing that your sink was leaking a bit after moving into your place a couple months ago. The day after he was at your door, toolbox in hand. Your sink was fixed in less than a couple hours.
You knock at his front door, three precise, well timed knocks. Your mind cannot help but start counting just to see how long it will take him to open his door.
One, two, three, four, five, si--
The rattling of the door handle distracts you from your counting. Eddie's eyes are wide as they stare at you. His hair is tied in a low bun and he's fidgeting with a guitar pick in his hand. He must have been playing.
He's really quiet for a second, then clears his throat. "Oh, um. Hey, what's up?"
"Hey, nothing much? just wondering if you're busy right now" your tone always softens up with him around.
He looks around his apartment, almost as if he needed to remember if there was anything he should've been doing.
"Nope, don't think so. Why?" He leans against his doorframe, and he's cute in the way his pitch perks up, his smile expands just a bit to let a few crinkles form around his eyes.
"Well um... my washing machine broke and I can't afford to buy another one. I have a really important interview tomorrow morning and I need a clean dress shirt to wear. I thought I could get my guy to take a look at it and assess the damage?" you lightly punch your fist across his chest and he blushes a bit. You can tell by the way he starts blinking a bit faster that he's flustered.
"Your- your guy?" he stutters, almost as if he heard nothing else aside from that.
"Yeah, silly. My guy, like, my handyman" you smile at him, and if someone could get even more nervous, you're sure that Eddie just did, because he lets out a breathy laugh.
"Right. Your handyman guy, of course" and he shakes his head, smiling to himself a bit.
"So... can you do it?" you ask, breaking the silence.
"Yeah, no of course, sweetheart. Gimme a couple minutes and I'll be right over to you" he says smiling.
You head back to your apartment, leaving the door open for him to follow you with his toolbox, and Eddie feels like heâs lost every sense of reason when he enters and becomes surrounded by your scent.
The fabric softener you use has taken over every corner of your house, but heâs not complaining. Taking one last sniff for courage, he steps into the kitchen, where youâre sitting at, waiting for him.
âAlright, can I take a look at your washing machine?â he asks, tilting his head.
âYeah, itâs right this wayâ you lead him to the laundry room, and Eddieâs suffocating. Youâre everywhere.
He kneels in front of the machine and opens its door.
"What's this interview for anyway if it's got you actin' so nervous?" He says from inside the washing machine. He's fidgeting with the rubber at the opening, the hose.
"It's for this job at the school. I applied to teach at the middle school, but I'm not sure if they'll give it to me" you say, panic settling in. He's taking too long, you're done for. No clean shirt, no job.
"Nah, sweetheart, there's no reason why they shouldn't. You're incredibly smart, from all the books I've seen you read, your apartment is all books, you nerd" he starts laughing, and then stops.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to call you a nerd." He takes his head out of the washing machine. "I just- I know you're gonna do great. And if you don't maybe you can become my apprentice, would you mind passing me my flashlight?" he gives you a half smile.
Reaching for his toolbox you pass it to him.
"See? You're already perfect for the job, you're hired" he says, making you laugh. He smiles proudly to himself, and he's happy that you can't see him from inside the washing machine, because he's sure he's bursting with joy at the sound of your laughter.
"Thanks, Ed. I'll consider it." you say, and immediately after you hear a oh shit! coming from inside the machine. Concern washes over your face.
"Ed? What's wrong?" you say, as you carefully step closer towards him.
âI know what the problem is." He takes his head out again The rubber thingy that helps you close the thingy is brokenâ he says, like you understood what he meant.
âFor a handyman you sure have your way with wordsâ you laugh, and he doesnât even care that heâs made a fool of himself by forgetting what the rubber gasket was called. Because heâs made you laugh.
"So how do I get this rubber thingy fixed, mr handyman?" you ask, voice still amused at how flustered he is.
"Well, I'd need to go down the hardware store and get a replacement, but it's 8PM, so I can't do anything about it now, sweetheart. Sorry" he says, and it breaks his heart to have to say no to you.
"Oh, okay." your voice sounds sad, it hurts him. "Thanks anyway, Eddie. I'll stop by the hardware store tomorrow morning before my interview if you wanna stop by in the afternoon and finish this?"
He thinks about it, about the interview. About how much you said you want the job.
"Wait, I have an idea. What if you wash your clothes in my washing machine for tonight? So you can have your shirt ready for your interview, then tomorrow I can go and get the gaskets to fix it. It's called a gasket, not rubber thingy" he says, playing with his hair.
"Ed it's fine, I can go get it" you say, trying not to blush at how gentle and kind he is "I'll take you up on your offer of using your machine, though. Thanks, Ed. You're too nice" you say, reaching for the basket of wet clothes on top of the dishwasher.
"Anytime, sweetheart. Y'know I take good care of my clientele" he says, smug smile on his lips. You giggle and fake a gasp.
"Are you cheating on me? Are you being someone else's guy?!" he laughs and goes along with it.
"Well, Mrs. Davis did ask me to fix her bathtub, after learning from someone that I fixed their sink" he said, a fake accusatory stare at you.
"You should get paid for this, Ed. You've already fixed my sink, my door hinges, helped me change my lock and now my washing machine. Soon the whole complex is gonna ask you to do their maintenance" you laugh.
"I do it out of the kindness of my heart" he says, taking a dramatic bow , then rises and leans against the washing machine. "Really, though, I don't mind doing it. I enjoy being helpful. I don't want your money, sweetheart"
"No, Eddie, I insist. I need to pay you, especially after you said you're getting the rubber thingy for me, what was it called again? A gusset?"
"Gasket" he says smiling, pointing a cheeky finger at you. Then the air becomes a bit tense, he stiffens up. You see him takes a deep breath, he's suddenly nervous which puts you on edge. Did you say something wrong? Then he speaks up again. "Tell you what, as a payment for my services, I pick you up Friday night at 7 and we have dinner. What do you say?"
Shit. You would not have pegged him for the type to be that smooth, but he had you. He liked you and he was sweet to you and he wanted to take you out to dinner. It helped that he was cute. There was no hesitation when you nodded your head yes.
"I say that's a great idea, Ed. I'll let you know how the interview goes. Should we go to your apartment?" you say. You notice the quizzical, borderline alarmed, look on his face.
"So I can wash my stuff, I mean" an awkward laugh escapes you as he motions for you to lead the way.
His apartment is the same layout as yours, but rather than books, his walls are filled with painted figurines, guitars, notebooks and DnD game sets. A true nerdy den.
"Um, the washing machine is down the hall. We have the same one, let me know if you need anything, okay?" he says, heading over to the couch, setting his toolbox down and picking up his guitar.
His laundry detergent is strong. The thought of this load of washing smelling like him makes your head spin.
After you've started the load, you head out of the laundry room and head over to the couch, where Eddie is. You swear his eyes glint a little when he sees you.
"Hey mr. handyman." you say, plopping down next to him "Keep playing, I'm just gonna watch you." You smile at him.
His face is concentrated, tongue darting out of his lips every once in a while. Cute, you think, a silly quirk that makes your mind travel to places that it should not even dare to go, you haven't even had your first date yet. God, you wanna kiss him.
He plays some aggressive guitar chords, one after the other, music sheets scattered on his knee, balancing precariously as he taps the rhythm with his head, his hair falling out of its confinements with each bob of his head.
"I hear you play sometimes." You interrupt. He raises his head, his hair has all fallen out of the bun and lays on his shoulders.
"What?" he says weakly.
"Sometimes, in the afternoon, because you're so respectful, I hear you play. And I- I just stop whatever I'm doing and listen to you and- and it's so cool. Your playing is so cool" you stop your ramble, because now he's staring at you and he's making you nervous. He's closer, and closer, and closer. And he's kissing you.
His lips are soft, albeit a bit too wet from all the times he's licked his lips to focus. His hand is on your cheek and it's big and warm and his breath is on you and you just melt into him. Soft kisses, quick kisses.
After what feels like hours, your mouth is open and you're reaching for his shirt, but he stops you, a puzzled look on your face. "Let's save this for another time, sweetheart." He says, and you can tell he's struggling to say no to you "I wanna take my time with you. Maybe after our date?" he gives you a sly smile and you think you have melted into the cushions.
"Can we cuddle, then?" you say shyly and he opens his arms for you to fall in, you take a deep breath. He's warm and smells nice.
"For a handyman you kiss really well" you say, laughing a bit. He jerks his head and quirks an eyebrow.
"How many handymen have you kissed?" his tone is dramatic and you know he's joking.
"None that I am aware of, but y'know, it could be a side job" You giggle.
"I thought I was your guy!" He says with a whine, and he makes you laugh like no man has ever made you laugh before.
âMaybe you can be my guy for real thenâ you say, smiling, finally holding eye contact with him.
âYeah, I can be your guy, sweetheart.â
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x reader fluff#eddie munson fan fiction#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson smut
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